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mach-speed-spin · 1 year

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Rating Beyblade season 1 drip

1) For once one of these posts that don’t have spoilers. I realized that after I finished it

2) Long ass post. I am rating every fit in the anime. At least I didn’t include images (they are linked if you want to see them, but don’t take up post space

3) The ratings are relative to the franchise. A 2/10 on this list is the equivalent of a 6/10 irl

4) This is based purely on how good it looks. I’m not going to delve into any symbolism present in these designs

5) I originally intended for this to cover all series. Then I realized how absurdly long that was, so I made it just BSB. Then I realized that was still too long, so it’s just season 1

Tyson: 5/10. It looks good, but it also doesn’t have that much originality. The ponytail saves it

Kai: 7/10. It’s an incredibly stupid fit and I love it The tight, probably leather tank top that shows off his biceps is already a lot, and then you have the gauntlets. And the scarf. And the facepaint

Ray: 6/10. I’m generally not a fan of this fit, but god that 5 foot long ponytail is amazing

Max: 1/10. This is one of the few fits that I don’t like at all. Mainly, it’s the orange overalls that stand out too much and don’t have much detail

Kenny: 2/10. Very plain design, and while purple and green should stand out as a color combination, it’s too subdued here

Lee: 3/10. It shows too much of his abs and not enough at the same time. It’s like he couldn’t decide whether or not to show abs and went “show just a little.” The pants also don’t help, but that open shirt is good

Mariah: 5/10. I don’t know why but everything about this fit just works

Nightwear Mariah: 2/10. I get that the clothes you sleep in don’t have to be drippy but this is just alright for what it is

Gary: 3/10. It’s only saved by the hair. I get that they wanted to show his muscles, but they could’ve done it better

Kevin: 4/10. I’m sorry but that color scheme just doesn’t do it for an otherwise much better look

Bruce: 3/10. Basic, but not bad

Shirtless Bruce: 4/10. There is more contrast between the black parts and his skin than there was with black and grey

Michael: 5/10. It’s a baseball outfit, but the colors stand out in such a way that it improves it a lot

Emily: 2/10. It’s very plain

Lab coat Emily: 3/10. The lab coat adds on to an otherwise plain design

Steve: 4/10. This should be a real football uniform

Eddy: 3/10. It’s a basketball uniform

Andrew: 1/10. Leaving aside his cranial anatomy, his fit has nothing going for it. It’s just a very plain basketball jersey, not even as detailed as Eddy’s

Antonio: 4/10. It’s pretty standard, but it works

Billy: 4/10. I like the black shirt with the green jacket, but I feel like something’s missing

Nicky: 0/10. Extremely plain design with no interesting elements to it

Riley: 2/10. More interesting than Nicky, but still very plain

Judy: 3/10. It looks alright, but all the purple would work better with another color to contrast against

Lab coat Judy: 4/10. It’s her regular clothes but with white to contrast against

Douglas: 3/10. Business suit that looks alright but nothing special

Tony: 6/10. Sleeveless? Check. Crop top? Check. Jacket? Check. Glasses and headphones? Check

Andy: 3/10. It’s just ok

Pee Wee: 6/10. Absolutely love the cowboy look

Robert: 7/10. The fit is alright, but the shoulder pads truly elevate it

Armored Robert: 6/10. I like armor, but Robert’s is the least interesting of them

Johnny: 4/10. I like ripped sleeves, but the shirt having regular sleeves takes away from that. I also love the bandana

Armored Johnny: 8/10. I love his armor. I don’t know if it was intentional, but the armor gives him an hourglass figure

Enrique: 4/10. Stylish, but doesn’t stand out as particularly drippy

Armored Enrique: 8/10. I love armor. I love the sword ripcord. I love horns. What’s not to like?

Oliver: 4/10. I’m not that much of a fan, but he succeeds wat what he was trying to achieve

Armored Oliver: 6/10. I like armor, but this isn’t armored enough to be more than a 6

Tala: 7/10. A fiery color scheme with a fit suited for cold weather? Count me in

Bryan: 4/10. Decent, but nothing special

Spencer: 5/10. 2 of those points come from his hat

Ian: 3/10 The goggles save this otherwise subpar fit

Priest Boris: 1/10. I know he’s a priest, but that doesn’t mean he has to look like that. This is Beyblade. He could wear a crop top and still fit right in

Masked Boris: 4/10. I like that mask, but the rest just doesn’t do it for me

Voltaire: 3/10. The cape-like look saves it

Alexander: 3/10. It’s not bad, just kinda boring

Sanguinex: 5/10. “You know how vampires were originally conceived as horrifying creatures, akin to modern interpretations of zombies? And how recent takes on vampires, such as Twilight, have made them sexy? What if I was both?”

Lupinex: 4/10. I appreciate the “dog boy but it’s a middle aged man” aesthetic, but the robes could use some work. They work for Sanguinex, but not so much here

Zomb: 4/10. Nothing special here, but the robes work pretty well

Cenotaph: 5/10. Pulls off the robes better than any of his teammates

Carlos: 5/10. The bandana, demon shirt, and denim jacket all come together to create a pretty good fit

Stuart: 7/10. This looks exactly like something I’d wear

Casey: 3/10. The only thing that saves it here is the hat

Trevor: 3/10. The jacket prevents this from being a 2 or even a 1

Tommy: 4/10. I like the color scheme, but I feel everything below the neck could use some more detail

Andre: 3/10. Very similar to Tommy, but I prefer Tommy’s color scheme

Waylan: 2/10. All 2 points are purely for the hat

Bruno: 3/10. I really like the fur but that’s it

Bobby: 2/10. The fur is not as good as Bruno’s

Doug: 4/10. I really like the hat with eyeholes

Ronnie: 2/10. It’s not bad, but there’s nothing that I’d call good either

Robin: 2/10. Same as Ronnie

Unnamed Charming Princes blader: 2/10. See above

Chucky: 4/10. He’s effectively wearing a crop top, shorts, and a pair of goggles

Zippy: 4/10. I like the color scheme

Lippy: 3/10. Alright but not as good as his teammates

McSneeze: 3/10. Looks alright, but is nothing compared to the rest of the series

Typhoon Lewis: 5/10. The color scheme, stars, and the stripe pattern make something that I can only describe as “not explicitly American but very close to it.” I dig it

Jocelyn Heart: 3/10. The single star, white and blue stripes, and the rest of her outfit being pink results in clashing patterns that don’t work as well as they should

Jose: 6/10. He’s a cowboy and he has a gun

Pedro: 6/10. Partially because it just looks good and partially because I’m a sucker for characters that carry around weapons that aren’t actually weapons (like a sword launcher). Also, I love the design of that sword. We need more hollowed out swords in fiction (I know they’d suck irl, but if anime can keep making katanas useful I’m sure a hollow sword is no problem)

Miguel: 4/10. He’s a mariachi

Diego: 1/10. It’s just a plain color t-shirt

Fernando: 2/10. It’s just a plain color hoodie

Axel: 1/10. I’m sorry but the overalls just look bad

Mario: 2/10. It’s a soccer jersey, which is better than just a t-shirt but not by much

Frankie: 3/10. If the top was in a different color I’d 100% wear it. As it stands it’s just ok

Covered Luiz: 4/10. It’s a dark coat that sparkles. That’s kinda neat

Luiz: 6/10. Replacing the darkness with bright yellow and orange, and it works

Bianca: 3/10. While not anything crazy by Beyblade standards, her sense of fashion just lines up with mine. If this was a “would I wear this” list, it’d be at least an 8

Rosetta: 3/10. Good, but nothing special (and unlike Bianca, does not line up with my personal tastes)

DJ: 7/10. I love his design. The jacket, the bandana, everything

DJ in China: 7/10. A very slight downgrade from his normal look, but it’s so slight that it doesn’t warrant a lower score (unless I started going into decimals)

DJ in America: 6/10. I like it but the bandana is too good to replace

DJ in Russia: 6/10. The tuxedo suits him, but not as well as some of his other outfits

Grandfather Wong. 2/10. I couldn’t get a full picture of him (minor character moment), but he just wears purple robes

Gustav: 7/10. Stylish Butler

Piddlesworth: 7/10. He looks exactly like Gustav

Mr. Dickenson: 7/10. Old man with thick mustache, tiny glasses, red bow tie, and a bowler hat? It just works

Tatsuya: 4/10. The jacket collar is cool, and the rest is alright, but nothing special

Ryu: 4/10. I love his character, but his fit doesn’t live up to his personality

Ryu’s other look: 4/10. It’s barely any different

Taro: 4/10. It’s just decent

Jeff: 4/10. Basic lab coat look

#beyblade

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bleuflowerfields · 1 year

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The Donation of a Lifetime (writing prompt, oc)

Author's Note:

Ok, so I got Tumblr recently, so why not use it?

I did a little bit of writing in class today, so I decided to post it here. Writing prompt was used and will be sourced before you see the writing.

Besides that, enjoy! I hope this piece is at least a little foreboding.

Prompt:

(sourced from pinterest, x.writingprompts)

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I sneer at him through the window as he sits in front of a computer, a tiny smile on his face every time he gets a donation. The red reflecting off his screen adds some sort of eerie glow to his room. The color represents the Red Room, an immoral scheme he was running was ready to throw away many unwilling human lives and in turn, gain money.

He was quite rich, I would have presumed. For every kidnapping and murder requested by his fans, his bank account grew in numbers. I knew the system inside-out. His anonymous livestream ran 24/7, and viewers bet varying amounts of money on unwitting humans who haven’t even touched the dark web, or would never touch it. For each fifty-dollar superchat, a robbery. For each one-hundred-dollar superchat, a kidnapping, a hitman with one thousand, and the crimes escalated from there. Murder, trafficking, you name it! It was all there on the Red Room livestream.

He hasn’t been caught for years and has stayed anonymous this whole time, even when the feds were actively manhunting him. Well, until I moved in a few months ago.

I had needed to escape as I almost had gotten caught for a string of murders around an hour north of here. I had a decent alibi, too, though it was a relatively rushed one. New face, new personality, the usual. I had met this chap out and about, at a community college. I knew at first glance he had some secret that would threaten his life, and it was running this highly-illegal scheme. I knew a dangerous person when I saw one. He likes me, thinks I’m a fellow student and thinks I'm his next victim. Little did he know, he’d be my next victim. Unfortunately, the next donation I would send to this sorry sack would be the one that kills him. That’s what happens when you happen to be neighbors with a psychopath. After all, two can play that game.

My computer awaited me, the same red screen staring right back at me, the same screen staring right at him, from dawn to dusk to midnight. I had quickly booted up the streaming website on the Dark Web, and I was just about eager to place a bet on him. The only thing I had to do to see his mangled and lifeless corpse was to put my money where my mouth was.

He didn’t know how rich I was. But I damn knew that I had enough to give him a run for their money, and their life. I pulled up the “Superchat” feature from his stream and typed in a hefty number. Then, in the description, you could send the target’s name and address. Usually, a set donation would set the victim’s fate in stone. But he was donating enough to be able to pick and choose multiple crimes. He knew exactly what he wanted. And so, he stared at the exorbitant amount he put in the Insert Amount field.

One million dollars.

This amount gave me the leeway to at least choose four crimes. Because after you donated over 250,000 to the stream, you were allowed to pick and choose more than one crime, and every increment of 250,000 after that would have been one more. He already knew exactly what to do. I almost felt giddy with the power I would have had over this anonymous streamer, the power to plan his murder. I quickly typed in his name and details, and then added a string of crimes for a group of anonymous hitmen and criminals to commit, in the description box. I decided to settle for kidnapping, trafficking, battery & assault, and murder combination. Should bleed the life force out of him for a few days before they’re done with him.

I clicked submit.

The donation went through on his stream and showed up on my screen, and presumably, his.

I then discreetly looked over the computer and through the window, to see his neighbor let out a sharp gasp, sporting a look of surprise. He slowly got out of his chair, and backed away from his computer in a mix of fear and confusion. Perfect! The ruse I planned His panicking wouldn’t help him in the end, anyways.

This was the end of the Red Room livestream, and the beginning of my wicked, psychotic fantasy.

#original writing #writing prompt #creative writing

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hyuck050320 · 3 years

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ok someone requested this but i accidentally deleted the ask so i hope this could reach out to anon, please let me know if you requested this 😭

basically they requested switch!hyuck and switch!reader with a biting kink, so i hope the anon could see this post. thank you so much for requesting, and once again i'm sorry 😭

requests are still open!

have a bite

pairing : switch!haechan x switch!reader

warnings : smut, semi public sex, biting/marking, dirty talk

the half year show is finally here. the dreamies are preparing for their performance. you, on the other hand, are feeling very hot and bothered.

being haechan's girlfriend for two years, you've always supported them through every music show promotion. but this year, it hits different.

not only that your boyfriend is totally in shape right now, they had to perform a song while wearing a prince costume. a vampire prince to be exact.

seeing your boyfriend in a red velvet top and white pants with some gold details plus a pair of black knee high boots is something you won't see everyday. not to mention his side-parted hair exposing his forehead. he looks like absolute royalty.

haechan definitely saw you undressing him with your eyes 'cause he went off on the performance. those hip thrusts, lip bites, and sly smirks he threw on stage is to get you more needy than ever.

turns out you're not the only one with dirty thoughts, because you noticed a tent formed on haechan's pants when he came into the waiting room. he sat right beside you while the other members came around.

"did you have a great time back here?" haechan whispers in you ear.

a small moan that you've been holding slips past your lips only for him to hear. "yes, fuck. hyuck you look so good right now, and on stage too." you can't believe how needy you sounded.

"listen. the members are going to eat and hang around outside while waiting for the encore stage and i'm gonna fuck you right here, right on this couch, understand?" he grips your thigh firmly.

"but someone could walk in on us-"

"do i look like i care?" his voice stern in your ear.

you can't respond, by now you are probably soaking.

"yo, lovebirds, we're gonna go outside, you guys coming or not?" jeno's question made you look up. you shake your head slightly while haechan responded, "we're good, probably gonna catch up with you guys later."

jeno nods, "alright then, i guess we'll see you guys." and with that the other boys left you both alone in the waiting room.

the tension is unbearable. haechan gets up and lock the door. you can only gulp. but an idea comes to your mind.

right before haechan could pin you down on the couch, you pushed him first, making him sit right away. you immediately fall into your knees, right between his legs.

"what do you think you're doing, baby? fuck." his words are cut out with his moans when you palm him through his white pants. his fully hard now.

"oh hyuckie, i've been waiting for this since i've seen you put on this outfit." you open the zipper of his pants before you push it down slightly alongside his boxers, his length springing out making your mouth water.

you lick him from the base until his tip.

"don't fucking tease." he tries to get his domination back but he's clearly struggling with how your tounge lick his slit.

"i said don't fucking te- oh shit, fuckk..." a long moan escaped his throat, his head thrown back when you put him inside your mouth, going halfway.

"baby, you're playing such a dangerous game right now." he warns but you couldn't care less. you got him wrapped around your fingers, or so you thought...

right when you start licking his tip again, he pulls your hair into a ponytail, tugging on it slightly to make you face him. his eyes are fully dark now.

"don't. fucking. tease. or do i need to remind you who's in charge?"

you shook your head no and he flips you both around. he licks his lower lip while taking off his velvet outer which only left him in his white shirt.

he pumps his length in his hand, while leaning closer to your face. he finally crashes his lips onto yours. that's when you felt a slight pain in your lips.

he pulls away, tugging on your lower lips. he raises an eyebrow, "can't talk anymore, huh? cat got your tounge?"

there you see it, two fangs hanging on his teeth. that's why it hurts, but why do you feel aroused?

"hy-hyuck, your fangs."

he chuckles, "we're vampires today, remember?"

you didn't even notice when your pants got discarded, now he's entering you with full force. no matter how many times you take him, you'll never get used to his size.

a loud moan came out of your mouth and he shuts you up with a kiss, "shhh...babygirl, i like it so much when you're loud, but we don't want the whole building to know what we're doing, do we?"

you bite your lip to contain your moans while haechan is going in such an inhuman pace. he places kisses in your neck, and to your surprise, he bites you. hard. right on your sensitive spot. and that's your last straw, you came with a loud whine of his name, your vision is blurry.

"shit, you're clenching on me so hard, i am close, fuck...i need to come in your mouth, baby, don't want to get my clothes dirty." haechan pulls out before you went back to your knees and suck him like never before.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, you're so good to me, baby. oh fuck!" his orgasm hits him and you make sure to swallow every drip.

his breathing are still uneven but he brushes your hair softly. "that was amazing, thank you, baby."

you got up and give him a kiss, a soft one this time. "thank you to you too, sexy." he then give you a smile.

you can't believe how fast haechan could turn from a sexy man to a shy and soft boy.

after putting back your clothes, you helped haechan to look more presentable like before. you gave him another kiss, "i love you."

"i love you too, bub. shall we meet the other guys now?" he asks while adjusting his boots.

you nod, "let's go." you two walk hand in hand outside, towards the other guys.

you see renjun with his hands covering his face. the others are oddly silent.

"damn. renjun's not lying." mark says, breaking the silence.

you and haechan are both confused. "what are you guys talking about?"

"renjun went back to grab his airpods but he says that you guys are doing nasty shit in there, we didn't believe him at first but..." jeno pauses.

"but what?" panic starts to show in your face.

this time, jaemin points out, "your neck."

you immediately search for somewhere near to look at your reflection and see a hickey with a bite mark in your neck. your heart fell. busted.

"lee haechan just took the vampire role way too far, huh?" jaemin adds making the other guys beside renjun laugh, including chenle and jisung.

"you guys are just jealous you aren't getting some." haechan says trying to stay calm while you sigh.

the others will never let this one go. for sure.

#nct smut #haechan smut #nct dream smut #lee donghyuck smut #lee haechan smut #nct hard hours #donghyuck smut #nct dream

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secretsandwriting · 3 years

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So I’m testing some new things out with this so you guys will have to tell me what you think!

I’ve also come to the conclusion that while Timothee isn’t my favorte celebrity I like writing for him.

Also, I have no idea how movie premieres work so this is really just a guess and could be completely wrong.

Word Count - 1609

Beta Read - by google docs

Navigating through the crowded streets of New York was getting to be something you were good at. Moving there had definitely been a culture shock but after getting used to it, it was pretty nice. But now, you needed to get coffee and work on your French for one of your classes.

Ordering and setting yourself up, you started the assigned video and prayed it would make sense and you wouldn’t have to add another hour or two of study to your already full schedule. But as fate would have it, it sounded like gibberish.

Restarting the video to try again, you were pulled out of your studies by a burning sensation going down your arm. Pulling out your headphones you looked down at your arm to brown soaking into the sleeve.

“I’m so sorry!” The guy in front of you looked familiar but due to his mask it took a moment for it to sink in. Timothee Chalamet. He was an actor, but that wasn’t important. What was important? He knew french.

“That’s not important. Do you have any free time right now? I know you know french and I need to learn it and this makes no sense and it’s due in two hours.” You definitely caught him off guard, but he checked his phone.

“I have an hour.” He pulled a chair over and you handed him one of your earbuds. For the next hour he helped you, he was a lot better than the video your teacher had given you.

“Here,” he handed you a slip of paper. “If you need more help just text me and I’ll help when I can.”

“Thank you! With your help, I’ll at least pass.” He laughed and you said your goodbyes before he went on his way and you worked on finishing the rest of your homework.

While you worked, you didn’t notice the girls in the corner watching you with their phones out and slightly pointed at you.

The next day, you almost regretted asking Timothee for help when you woke up to your phone being blown up by friends and social media. There were multiple pictures of you and Timothee as well as multiple dating theories. One of the notifications stood out, Timothee had messaged you on Instagram.

You didn’t really talk until your next assignment came and you texted him about it. Together you decided to meet at one of the libraries. This time you knew that you would be spending time with a celebrity and people would notice so you made sure you at least looked alive. That way if there were pictures posted online at least you wouldn’t look like too much of a mess. Apparently Timothee noticed.

“You look nice.”

“Well, the chances of pictures being taken are pretty big so I at least want to look alive and not like I just rolled out of bed.” He snorted and you chatted for a few minutes before getting to work.

This time it was a bigger assignment so it took a few hours instead of one. But it didn’t seem to be so long, it felt like time had flown by and it was finished immediately. Timothee was interesting, you two could have fun but when needed it could be serious.

So when you split ways and Timothee started texting you an hour later, you didn’t feel like he was trying anything. It just felt like you were talking to a friend you had known for years. Then, you had plans to hang out two days later when he was free. The plan was to got to a park and play with kids and act like a kid, simply to feel like you didn’t have so much on your plate and could just have fun for an afternoon.

The interview he asked you about, was before you were meeting to go to a park and act like you were children, not adults who had jobs and college. But that was the plan, and exactly what you did.

The two of you ended up chasing each other until all the other kids at the park wanted to play with the two of you. The parents watched the two of you close when you played with them but that was to be expected.

Timothee was good with kids. Not just good, amazing. All the little girls were absolutely in love with him while all the boys were amazed by how strong he was.

However, as most people know. Kids have no filter, therefore they ask any question that comes to their brain. Hence the 30 different times you had to tell them that you weren’t dating and you were just friends having fun. Some of the parents seemed to think so too, one of them basically told you.

“Thank you for playing with Maggie, she had a blast and she’ll probably sleep well tonight.” The lady looked relieved at the thought. “You and your boyfriend would be good with kids if you decide to have them.”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We just met a month ago and we just came here to have some fun.” She nodded but you could tell she didn’t believe you. Trying to ignore what she said you turned and went back to playing with the kids.

It was after two hours of playing different games, the two of you decided that you were out of energy. Timothee offered getting a meal and you agreed. And that’s how you ended up in a Mcdonalds.

For the next few months, you would meet up for assignments or just to hang out. The press had a hayday with it but after a while it was easy to ignore and then it became more fun to do funny poses every once in a while.

Then he had to go work on a movie so your contact was left to text, phone calls, and facetime. It worked but it wasn’t as good as meeting in person. He still helped with your french until the semester was over part way through his movie.

“Timmy!!! I passed!!!” You held up your phone to the camera on your computer so he could see through his screen. It was amazing and you owed it all to him. Last semester you had barely passed and that had been with 4 times the amount of studying then you had done today. Timothee was godsent.

“Yes! You did it!” You celebrated for a little bit before he got serious. “Y/n, since you passed I know what we can do to celebrate. When this is over, you should come as my plus one to the movie premiere.”

“The movie premiere?!” He nodded, you could see how nervous he was in his eyes. “I have one question.” He nodded, waiting for you to ask. “What am I supposed to wear.” He snorted.

“I’ll talk with my manager and see what he says.” So that was the plan. You kept talking with him, but now it was less about school and more for the fun of it.

When the movie premiere came close Timothee got an answer to your question. Though he almost seemed hesitant to tell you.

“You just have to go get measured and go to a few fittings. The brand making my suit is making you a matching dress.” You would be matching with Timothee sure, you were going as his plus one, or date depending on who you ask. But brand? This dress sounded like it was going to cost more than your college tuition.

“Ok, when and where do I need to go?” He gave you his manager’s private number so you talk straight with him and get all the details. Little did you know, that that was the beginning of the storm.

Somehow it got out that you were going with Timothee and even getting matching outfits. Soon, your phone was being blown up by people trying to get details and even shows asking you to come on and talk about it. Timothee’s manager called you and offered to be your manager until this all calmed down, mostly because this affected Timothee but the offer was still appreciated and accepted.

He texted you a link and told you to post it in all of your public social media bios titled ‘Manager’s contact’. While it wasn’t something most celebrities did, you had just been dragged into this. It would start as a base line until things were figured out.

Through this mess, Timothee kept apologizing even when you said it was ok and it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. You thought the manager would be enough but then you ended up sharing Timothee’s booking agent too. Apparently everyone wanted to talk with you.

A few days after agreeing, you learned that the episode would be realised a week before the premiere, but hopefully it would go well. You were also told that Timothee would be doing the interview with you which made you feel a lot better.

Timothee came back the day before you had to fly to California so you were going to let him take the day to rest because frankly it was a lot, but he showed up at your door with his suitcase. He hadn’t even gone home.

“Timmy! What are you doing he-” He cut you off.

“Can I kiss you?” What? That wasn’t what you expected. While you stood there staring at him completely confused, he started shifting around a little bit and playing with his hands.

“Yeah.” That’s all it took for him to get his confidence back.

Request:

Hey, I really love your writing.

Can I request something with Thimothée Chalamet? Maybe like they meet at a coffee shop and he accidentally spills his coffee on her and then they become friends and they progressively fall in love with each other? If you can’t I understand.

Thank you 🤍

#timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x y/n #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet

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theyarebothgunshot · 3 years

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this is exactly how it went down in my head.

misha: hey, everything okay? do you need me to do something?

jensen: no, lay low. we’re figuring it out.

misha: got it.

— the next day —

misha: things settled. should i say anything? draw attention? stay neutral?

jensen: you don’t have to, but if you want, tread lightly. we’ve had enough chaos.

misha: say no more.

when nobody got your back you KNOW dmitri got your back.

ANYWAYS i turned my back for TWO MINUTES and y'all went the fuck off in my inbox so, you know the drill: more under the cut

NO BUT JENSEN’S RESPONSE LMAAAAAO honestly fallout theory is so on oh my God I can’t stop-

on god they are so loud like-

Worst damage control i've ever seen. god bles.

so true bestie

I think Jensen probably just wants to be done with this petty little drama, so if he has to pretend everything between them is okay he is going to be the bigger man and lay it to rest. Whatever is going on between them he definitely doesn't want to sort that out on social media and the earlier he pretends everything is sorted out the earlier people will forget about it again.

Also it's kinda funny how J*red Tweet was like implying they had a misunderstanding but still talk to each other regularly, while Jensen went full on the we grow apart a little bit, because we were busy, let's catch back up. Makes me wonder if they actually talked or if there managers just said hey that's not good pr, let's put that to rest. Also did J*red know before yesterday that they had a falling out or did he just not realize.

- 🐌 anon

literally jensen went out of his way to say 'uhhh we never talk, worstie' god if pr management is involved then they did a bad job. also j*red still does not realise they have fallen out. jshfjdsfh

Jackles was like God bless but we ain’t talking like this worstie

good for her.gif

csdsc heeft gevraagd:

All I need now is for Misha to tweet “ is it safe to come out now?” And I’ll be complete lmfao 😂😂😂

that would have been better than what we got lmfao

I have one fear and it's Jensen being forced to add j*red to his show and his other projects because he couldn't stop whining like a baby,,, ugh i hate him

i pretend i do not see

Kinda selfish of me tbh but i don't want them to be "friends" again, Jensen sweetie run as fast as you can

co-signed

Ok Jensen's answer to Jared tweet made me feel so bad for him. Like, I can see it's damage control and public relations (obviously) but there's stuff behind it. I can't name it, but idk, I felt terrible for texas man this time, I don't think that reply was written with a "love and light energy" or even without much care. I felt some heavy vibes.

- 🌻, who is now a fortune teller and a prophet apparently

yeah i feel hella bad for him to, for having to deal with this shit. nonnie please if you ever have anything to predict, lemme know sjdfhs

You know Jensen's tweet has the energy of like kindergarten wenn an other kid started a fight with you and the kindergarten teacher wants you to forgive each other and hung it out and you really don't want to, but your kindergarten teacher is being annoying and he isn't worth the annoyance either.

- 🐌 anon

you are not wrong

Incredibly thankful that I have the day off from work 😂 I'm with hatching chick anon, the 3 dots read as passive aggressive/insincere to me, and I love it! I haven't spent this many hours on tumblr since I first discovered cockles! (On a side note, the lack of fimmf posts today has me feeling like it's not friday lol) -🐢

i, too, miss fimmf but alas things happen, they do they do they do

I was right. :(

It got almost romantic...

👀

nonnie you know i love you but this is really not the case, like, at all??? idk how you could look at those tweets and think it was almost romantic. it was THEE most scripted, pr bullshit ever. it was staged and fake. idk what else to tell ya

Danneel liked Jensen's tweet

i saw

That is so so awkward I feel so sorry for all of us being exposed to this and so happy I chose to leave the Internet for half a day - tea anon

god bless your stance on that cause i would have hated missing out on this lmao

You know what? I think it’s okay being a 38 year old moron if you’re bringing us this type of content

im happy with the food but still think its not okay tbh

pspspsps Misha this is the perfect day for you to drop the gay Cas essay pspspspsp it is still pride month pspspsps

you know you want to king pspsps

So that JIB6 link (I think it was from your post, right?). I went and watched that bit, and a little more.

Jensen makes a comment about Jared being first on the call sheet because Sam was supposed to be the main focal character.

And that him nor Misha cared about what number they were, so in all that time it never changed.

And I’ll be… if that just doesn’t perfectly sum them up and their feelings on things. And how a certain someone can be petty… 🦚

idk if it was from my post? but maybe? my analysis probably? but yeah things are making more and more sense huh

Ohh that's also an alien? Welcome to the extraterrestial family then, purple alien anon!

Also it's probably because I'm coming off the high this drama gave me but I'm not looking forward to them trying so hard to convince us everything is normal between them. Even though we now Know, they will have to keep pretending. Today (yesterday?) was a shitshow but some masks fell off, at least for a moment and I kinda wish Jensen was less professional 😂

👽

oh for real, fallout theory IS confirmed and nothing they said today will change my mind, it only made me believe in it even more lmfao and with that in mind i am just gonna sip my tea if they try to be buddy buddy on main again

I THINK MISHA UNRETWEETED BUT HE TWEETED "LOVE AND MISS YOU BOTH" I'M LOSING MY DIGNITY HERE - tea anon

yeah he now answered them sjdfhsjfhsf instead of rt

MISHA COLLINS IS A KING I STAN THE RIGHT MAN

YOU SURE DO

I just know Misha’s process was oh crap I have to let people know I’m supporting them and I can’t choose sides. Ok. Retweet. NO. Delete. I love both of you. Yes, good.

sjdfsdfh this makes me think of that post that dissected jackles' birthday post for misha where he used the heart. 'call him bro, that makes it less obvious. nailed it.'

Lol I'm off for a few days and come back to total chaos... God I missed it here

Like the "et tu... #bravo" tweet? Made my day! Frikking hilarious (every time I see it I picture J*red with a pissy frech accent saying it out loud lol) it's just such an incredibly petty hissy fit he threw (I know he tweeted more later on but... Really all that stuff coming afterwards just sounds like damage control)

Missed you Rose

-🐻

LOVE the french accent detail im gonna do this too sdjfhsjfh missed you toooo!!!!

Oh man Misha is really gonna get hate for that I KNOW IT

sigh well. nothing he isnt used to by now, unfortunately

i mean i believe they feel like brothers, but constantly falling back on the “brother” thing to keep up appearances is really starting to feel like “#spnfamily” at this point.

honestly brothers can be very annoying, or so i have heard, so it fits with the fallout theory lmao

They actually said if we’re gonna make this gay we cannot have Jar*d Pad*lecki involved

oh my God this is the funniest timeline to ever exist God bless I’m just waiting to canon bi Mary

king shit tbh

#snail anon #csdsc #sunflower anon #turtle anon #eyes anon #tea anon #peacock anon #alien anon #bear anon #THAT WAS A LOT #anyways next time im just gonna spam you all fsfsgdsgd

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bangtanger · 3 years

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CONTENT CREATOR YEAR IN REVIEW

was thinking for 84 hours where should i post it but as its my creator blog i m doing it here <3 i was tagged by @taemaknae @suhdays @ynki @honsool @jjeongukie @taeyungie @dearbangtansonyeondan @lifegoesmon @everythingoes @flipthatjacketjiminie @yoongi-bts @jiminslight @hopekidoki @cowboyjinbop @yoonqiful @jcngkooks @pjmsdior @hobeah @balenciaguks @jinvant @hobibestboy @vjimin @yoongikook AND THANK U SO MUCH FOR INCLUDING ME T_T ik maybe its not a big deal but its a big deal to me and im touched :(((((((((((( also gimme some time to check all ur posts 👉👈 also im in a mood to say that ive collected many pokemons here djfksfhsakjddld ok nvm

also sorry for a long post ik tmblr fvcks things up sometimes when there is keep reading so dont fight me plz <3

❀ first creation and most recent creation of 2020

ok this is the fist one (still very pleased with colouring here T_T the stage lighting was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, well yeah as always lmao) and this is the most recent (TBH DKJSKDSDK I WISH MY MOST RECENT POST COULD BE A DIFFERENT ONE THE ONE I WANNA MAKE FOR A MONTH NOW THE ONE ID PUT A LOT MORE EFFORTS IN SO IM A LIL FRUSTRATED i literally just missed giffing but couldnt watch anything new so took an old vid i wanted to gif once I DIDNT EVEN USE MYCOLOURING PSD IT LITERALLY HAS ONLY COUPLE OF LAYERS uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh :( but whatever,,, it just kinda doesnt show the difference -_-)

❀ a creation u r really proud of

well 👁👄👁 there r quite few,,, and the main reason is colouring most of these r comps and i a b s o l u t e l y sucked at comps and esp at making the colouring consistent there lol so lets begin lol 1 (u have no idea how muchi love this set) 2 (i fucking mastered it i wanted to remake it for two years and i finally did!! 60 fps smooth good moments iconic performance iconic hair colour his attitude bruh and ofc the fact that i could do sth with colouring,,,,,, and chose such an unusual colour scheme that i doubted jckdckfdk and it still worked out 🥺) 3 (lol i had this idea written down since 2018 as well and this year i could finally collect all moments i needed and oh boi yeah,,, AND COLOURING I COULD ALMOST yeah almost do sth decent with it there r still couple moments id changed but im pleased) 4 (im so happy whenevr i see this CUZ IT ALL WORKED OUT it was such an impulsive comp i literally only saw couple moments for past few years as well where i could see three of them in one frame and suddenly I WAS LIKE I FUCKING MUST POST THOSE MOMENTS SOMEHOW and im so proud of colouring it looks so well T_T) 5 (the colouring ofc im still :o that i could get rid of that shitty shit dkksjkj AND THE MOMENTS ITSELF?????? AND BLACK SWAN???????? EVERY PERFORMANCE???? HAIR?????? OUTFIT???????? EVRERYHTIGNM???????? HIS FUCKING STARE? FACE??? DONT MAKE ME CONTINUE AAAAAAAAAAA also if im not wrong this set in particular made me start my before/after posts 🥺) 6 (i jujst love everything about it e v e r yt h i n g also i could made ppl believe that jin fr has purple hair here when in reality its brown djhfdhskdf one of blending modes or adjustment layers worked this way lol) 7 (i wont even comment this tried a great tutorial with great beautiful resuls for the first time ever and it worked out so well and i like it so much and the whole yoongi here,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, also love me some borders that add cinematic feels to some gifs or just make them pretty in a dif way just like i did with prev post i mentioned imo lol) OK LAST ONE 8 (I USED A VIDEO OF STARS AND ADDED IT TO THE GIF FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER I FUCKED WITHMASKING FOR 3 HOURS GRRRRRRRR THIS IS SO HUGE FOR ME!!!!! i cant even explain whew IVE NEVER DID ANYTHING LIKE THIS BEFORE SO I WAS REALLY PROUD TOO even tho i fucked masking up on some layers lmao but lets not pay too much attention to it 👀)

❀ a creation that took u forever

ohhhhhhhh i think this one cuz the moments were long i couldnt decide what do i want to include + it ts file so u kno,,, the speed,,, of processing,, + somehow decided to put them all together + fucked with colouring + had to get rid of the logo and as we know japan likes a lot of big braight text around haha and draw hair in moments where logo made it look blurry + had to adjust the order and all that stuff but getting rid of logo was the longest part

❀ a creation from 2020 that received the most notes

whew this iconic one im still amazed tbh they looked soso incredible and im glad how everything turned out here <3 (could change some colouring on bg tho so it could look better and more hq :c)

❀ a creation u think deserved more notes

lol this one cuz i was so hyped to make it cuz their concert in saudi arabia is one of my fav things in the world and i waited for so long to have mood and energy to go throught it to find jk moments and i couldnt choose some for this comp for so long and just,,,,,, overall,,,, the way he looks here............................................................... its a special comp to me haha ill def gif more of it i have shit ton of clips left and also there r other members and i just want to sit and enjoy yhe whole thing to so may find more stuff to gif here lol

❀ a new fandom u joined an a creation u made for it

i didnt join anything heurheru

❀ a creation u made that breaks ur heart

OKAY LISTEN DSJAKDJHFDKJ THIS ONE IF U KNOW U KNOW AND IM SURE IT BREAKS ALMOST EVERY HEART tbh whenever i see soft smiles or soft interactions or anything like this im just :’( <3 even my serotonin boost tag does it to me cuz its too precious T_T

❀ a ‘simple’ creation that u really love

this one cuz everything about it ah and this one 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

❀ a creation that was inspired by someone else

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm idk maybe this one ? cuz i never did anything like this before and maybe i saw someones beautiful headers and decided to try one too ? i could do a lot better there is not enough depth but oh well,,, lol

❀ a favourite creatin created by someone else

oh its gonna be hard :) dear every conten creator i hope u dont mind if i wont go though the whole 2020 gif tag but choose form the most recent ones i loved? u know how much i appreciate ur content cuz i never stop screaming about it in tags but truly there r more content makers and i want u to know that i really love ur content :(

@syubb welllllllllllll i wont even comment this is iconique.....

@jinv T_T val i miss u but there should be bday comps with that BIG ASS IMAGE THAT HAS ITS PARTS ON EVERY SINGLE GIF I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN that icant even find dfjksfskj

@jung-koook i literally couldnt choose ehdskjdjksd but i decided this one cuz its sososososososososososososososososososososo well made every single detail here is chefs kiss

@kkulmoon i truly really cant get enough of ur colouring lately T_T

@minhope !!!!!!LITERALLY EVERY PANTONE COMP OR ESPECIALLY 7 YEARS WITH BTS PANTONE ONE IM AAAAAAAAAAAAA and lmao i think this is one of the most reposted things ive ever seen on internet T_T

@jjoon hng amy u know how i feel about ur content T_T decided this one cuz f l a w l e s s

@hopekidoki stuff like this makes my jaw lie in the floor dsjkdj

@flipthatjacketjiminie idk whats up but it makes me scream like a madman every time i see it.........

@lifegoesmon i cant even explain why i chose this one but everything here is so incredible !!!!!!!!1

@hobeah one of those good fucking bye ones.....

@taeyungie this made me feel so many things and a whole ass a w e so cool T_T

@jiminfilter i will never shut up about bts core jungkook one should also be here

@seoksjin THE COLOURS I SCREAM OH MY GOD O HMY OGD I JUST WENT TO CHECK OUT AND SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY DJKSJD DECIDED THIS IS CRAZY THE PASTELS THE PINNKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA EVERYHTGIN but also those birthday posts ahhh T_T

@jinvant i wanna YELL but also u know how much i love ur quality and blacks T_T and gfxs too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@yoongi-bts i love everything here with my whole heart!!!

@everythingoes SHOUWLD I EVEN EXPLAIN WHY

@hobibestboy THIS IS SO COOL AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE COLOUR SCHEME

@joenns I WONT EVEN EXPLAIN IM SO HURT HES SO THIS IS SO T____________________T

@jjeongukie idk i cant get enough of skin tone!!!!!!!!!!!!

@chaylani i really love the colouring and love these posts with highlights T_T

@eklipxe COLOURING AND EVERYTHIGN

@oncupid cant get enough of every colouring ive seen <3

@jiminslight THIS WHOLE GIF RIGHT HERE

@6dis-ease COZY AND PRECIOUS T_T

@ofkimtaehyung I LITERALLY HAVE NO WORDS ITS SO PRETTY

@taee it was really hard to choose too T_T decided to go with this cuz,, u kno

@yoonqiful CUZ THESE COLOURS DRIVE ME INSANE

OK THIS IS GETTING TOO LONG KDSFJSAKDL I WOULD ADD A LOT MORE CUZ THERE IS A LOT MORE TO ADD BUT IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR THREE HOURS I BETTER CHILL

❀ some of your favourite content creators from this year

ok i may forgot someone + in no order in particular + literally every creator that i follow/whose content i reblog @taeguks @tearuntold @cyphertaehyungie @love4hobi @kimnamtaejin @taejoon @jimiyoong @namkook @taeyungie @jinvant @jinv @6dis-ease @jiminrolls @daechwitas @syubb @syuga @jjeongukie @cowboyjinbop @hope-film @minhope @hopekidoki @joonie @namgination @jung-koook @faerieth @kooksv @lifegoesyoon @yoonqiful @j-sope @chaylani @jiminfilter @jjoon @everythingoes @varietae @seoksjin @dearbangtansonyeondan @ofkimtaehyung @yoongi-bts @gaypeople @seokjinyoongis @agustdfeatrm @joenns @houseofarmanto @namjoon (will miss forever) @thebtsgenre @honsool @vjimin @seokjinite @jiminswn @taee @hobeah @lifegoesmon @taemaknae @gukgi @kkulmoon @flipthatjacketjiminie @jintae @jcngkooks @ynki @yoongikook @yoongiandthebiaswreckers @jiminslight @gwkie @oncupid @eternalbulletproof and many more <3

OK SO i wanna say a special thanks to every content creator ever and also i wanna say that im really glad to be a part of this community all of u r so cool and creative and make such beautiful things and many of u made me feel EMOTIONS with ur sets or not only sets ill be forever grateful that i discovered bts and for everything they do to me without even knowing ALSO THANK U FOR STILL BEING HERE ON TUMBRLDSDFKJ yeah this year was less active there were few issues many ppl went on twt but thank u for still being here also happy new year <3333333 i think i sounded deeper and more emotional when i was commenting ppls gifs :| but its almost 2 am so i hope u will understand dkfjkfsjk im happy there is this corner on the internet that feels cozy and so welcoming <3 i love u i wish u a better year ahead <3 ok for checking notifications purpose ill tag my blog lol @eternal-bangtan

#m:text #tg

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indomies · 3 years

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#showyourprocess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

sabrina @lanwangiji tagged me to show how i made my zayn’s birthday edit! check out her explanation on this mesmerizing zayn’s edit

1. PLANNING

It’s Zayn’s birthday, I ought to make something because so far I have made birthday posts for Louis, Niall and Liam. I didn’t participate in his birthday challenge so I had more time to create something for his birthday. I saw this post by @spaceniall and instantly fell in love with it. It's so clean, so neat, an amazing edit. I had that post tagged for inspo and because my Louis’s birthday edit was a bit “grand”, I thought I should make something simple.

I went to look for some photos of Zayn everywhere. Literally e v e r y w h e r e. I saved every photo I found beautiful and there were a LOT. I asked my friends for adjectives that describe Louis best and added them on my Louis’s birthday post, and I followed that approach for this edit. I asked several friends what they think of Zayn and collected the adjectives.

This was a time where I haven’t used trello board, so I put all the adjectives in a google doc. Seriously I swear by trello board, they make my life easier.

After I had all the photos and the adjectives, I went to pinterest to look for the color palette. I forgot how and why I came up with this color scheme, but I believed I wanted something pastel and muted color.

I had this idea to make an evergreen birthday post. I didn’t want to state any “happy birthday zayn” or his age on the graphic. I didn’t want to make all the edits to have his face because I wanted to showcase my graphics and typography style lmao. So I came up with 2 pictures with Zayn’s face and one central picture with his name. And I’m obsessed with space stuffs so this birthday edit is space themed.

2. PROCESSING

This is one of my earliest edits that I made in Illustrator, though I used Photoshop as well.

2.1 REMOVING PICTURES BACKGROUND

Remember I saved a LOT of Zayn’s photos? Yeah? Well I had a hard time choosing the right one. I asked Sabrina to help lmao. After I agreed with myself which photos I would use, I opened Photoshop and prayed it won’t crash after 5 min.

I uploaded the 2 photos and then I used selection on Zayn and then clicked inverse and deleted the background. Recently I found this website who can delete your background in 1 min, tbh that’s a life saver. I recommend using them, if you hate removing backgrounds with Photoshop.

I saved the backgroundless Zayn’s photos as png. And we’re moving on to the next step

2.2 THE TYPOGRAPHY

I only used Photoshop to remove the backgrounds. Now onto Illustrator. Always pray it won’t close by itself every 5 min.

I don’t really remember which dimension I used, but I suspect it’s 600x700 px. I made 3 artboards and loaded the color palette I found from Pinterest. I made 3 rectangles as the backgrounds for each picture and filled them with my desired colors, 2 pink and 1 green. Green being the standalone was put in the middle.

A bit of excursion based on my experience

When you open an artboard in Illustrator, you’ll see a white background. When you save the file you’ve worked on, it’ll actually be transparent. That’s why I always draw a rectangle as a background so it has a solid color.

I focused on ZAYN (middle pic) first because I wanted that to be the main focus. I don’t remember the font I used and I already deleted all files. I followed this tutorial to make the text. Basically you write your text first and choose effect > 3d > extrude and bevel > isometric top. Changed the colors according to my color palette.

I moved on to the first picture, Zayn and the adjectives. I uploaded his photo to the artboard and put it in the middle. I wanted the adjectives to encircle him. I just followed this tutorial on how to make the effect. I made that text effect because that reminded me of the saturn ring lmao.

2.3 THE GRAPHIC DETAILS

Once I got the typography done, I made stars and moon to make the edits merrier and more space themed.

For the stars you can follow this tutorials. For the moon I made 2 circles, one of them was bigger. I put the smaller one in front and click minus front (I think). For the saturn planet, I made a circle with filling and an oval with stroke only, putting the oval infront of the circle and delete the back part of the ring (I hope this makes sense).

I have these lines around Zayn, my intention was to make Zayn pop and kind of crown him or give him a glowy effect sort-of.

All I did was follow this tutorial and delete the lines at the top, because I didn’t want it to be too crowded. Then I put some stars and planets at the top to balance it.

2.4 FINISHING TOUCHES & EXPORTING

I rearranged some things, zoomed out the artboard so I could see everything as one post and picked and deleted some unwanted things. After I was satisfied, I added my watermark and it was my old url, I just typed louistomlinboo. (Now I made a logo-ish and use that as my watermark and the logo is not dependent on my url)

Ok I lied I used Photoshop again… so I had these adjectives in 2.1 that encircled him right but some parts of the texts are above him. I exported my Illustrator file as a psd, uploaded it on Photoshop and used layer mask magic to delete the texts that were above him to create an illusion that the texts went around and under him you know. See the picture below, some texts are beneath him.

For this picture I exported the png file from Photoshop, the rest directly from Illustrator.

This was when I learned I needed to scale up, because on Illustrator they all look good in terms of quality. But when I posted it, the quality was reduced. That time I just exported as big as the dimensions and I was disappointed with the quality when it’s on tumblr.

3. POSTING

I uploaded the 3 pictures I have on tumblr and chose “happy birthday zayn” with star symbols/emojis to keep up with the space theme.

So I always write out what my caption will be with the “rich text” option.

Then I go to this color html website to add the gradient color in the caption and remove the “;” with “ “ in here. Once I have everything, I change rich text to html so I can put the text with color in html mode.

Put some tags related to Zayn. (self promotion time lol. i have compiled tags for 1d creators check them out here)

I finished I think a week earlier before Zayn's birthday so I saved it on draft. I posted around midnight (my timezone is CET), because oh boy it is a competition with birthday post lmao. That’s what I feel like at least. You know, everyone wants to make a birthday post, I feel I have a better chance If I post something first. Whenever I have something done earlier before a certain due date, I either save it on draft or schedule it so it’ll be posted automatically.

Yeah that’s it! It’s not as detailed as before I think because the files are deleted sorry!

i’m tagging:

@spaceniall for this wonderful niall’s birthday edit

@she-fearlesss for this magnificent louis’s birthday gifset

@finewalls for this mesmerizing animation

@louitomlinson (i know you’re not that active but if you want and can!) for this amazing edit

and @tomlinsun for this cool edit

#showyourprocess #bacotan belle

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zigtheeortega · 3 years

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PLATINUM WEEKEND PLAYLIST

in a spurt of energy i decided to finish the playlist i’d been working on for a while! this turned into a raleigh playlist, and i’m a little sorry about it but not really :/ this playlist is nsfw and all of the descriptions are under the cut! [there’s a line separating the spanish-language songs’ explanations]

1. anywhere

we can make love on the bedroom / floating on top of my waterbed / i'm kissing you / running my fingers through your hair / in the hallway / making our way beside the stairs / we can do it anywhere

most singers are influenced by their predecessors, so i have no doubt that raleigh listened to old r&b groups and practiced lead vocals, background vocals, & harmonies to them in the shower. this one stands out to me because i think it captures just the right amount of smooth sensual energy that raleigh exudes at all times. 112 is immaculate and no doubt one of raleigh’s favs.

2. nasty

promise I'ma give it to you like you never had it / i do it so good, it's gon' be hard to break the habit / you're like a whole constellation / swimming like you on vacation / promise i'm still gonna love you when you wake up in the a.m.

you can’t convince me that raleigh didn’t listen to ariana’s album when it dropped and went absolutely wide eyed when they heard these lyrics like “she really went there...” – but then it became a staple of every ~secret playlist to do the horizontal polka to~

3. sex money feelings die

all my lights off when i wake up / tears under my makeup / your lips will stay shut / wanna wake up, break up / i don't wanna think about, think about you / drink up, drink up / i'm so fucked up / all i want is you / no, i don't wanna think about, think about you / sex money feelings die / baby don't you cry

so this is the song i’ve latched onto for my mc dom. i have a headcanon (i think i’ve said it on main a lot, and i’ve even made edits for it) that after the breakup, which everyone else thinks is real, but they think is fake, but is actually real, dom drives to the studio super late at night and just belts out the lyrics while sobbing just to get them off of her shoulders. and it accidentally becomes a hit! which makes raleigh feel even more like shit

4. facetime

back up all that shit you talking / facetimin' my baby tonight, oh / bet you wanna cop a feel / bet you wonder if it's real / facetimin' my baby tonight / and when you coming home / i'm gon' give you all of my love / i'm gon' put it on you / i said ooh you a hell of a drug

not to get too in detail but raleigh is an ~active~ individual, so i have no doubt that during long tours, they’re facetiming mc for some quality time. and this one’s just sensual and sweet like raleigh’s relationship is so!

5. only 1

i know all the competition that's after you / so i get to thinking, is this too good to be true? / i can't, be your, only one / no i can't, be your only one / 'cause you look twice as good as anyone i ever met / and your love is three times better / how could anyone forget? / as I'm layin' down, with you every night / it still gets to me, that you remain by my side / i ain't saying that i'm not deservin' of you / but i was dreaming, bigger than i ever knew

raleigh’s convinced they don’t deserve someone as good as the mc and this for sure seems to be one of those songs that they heard when ari’s album dropped and they were like “jeez this is sappy” then they turn out to relate to it super hard like the clown they are

6. kissin’ on my tattoos

now i ain't ever been the jealous type of guy / but i want you to myself, i can't lie / i know we ain't on no one on one thing / but baby, it should change / 'cause when i be out with other chicks i be thinking 'bout you / and when you be out on dates you be texting me too / i don't want nobody but you / kissin' on my tattoos / i don't want nobody but me / talkin' to you / until you fall asleep / we better stop playing (we better stop playing) / before we mess around and someone gets hurt

now this... this is THE quintessential raleigh song for me. like when i think of raleigh this is THE first song that comes to mind. the entire song beginning to end is raleigh singing about mc. like i am convinced if this existed in their universe, they ghostwrote it for mc. genuinely the MOST raleigh song in existence and i cannot be convinced otherwise

7. life of an outlaw

not gonna put the lyrics but this would absolutely be on one of raleigh’s playlists that they play pre-concert to get hyped up, or a workout playlist. i just feel it in my bones that their fav music is from the 90′s ok

8. watch ‘n’ learn

i'ma do it, do it, do it / on the bed, on the floor, on the couch / only 'cause your lips say make it to my mouth / just because i can't kiss back / doesn't mean you can't kiss that / baby all i need / all doing on me / like you aimed to please / show me how much you mean it / by the way that you please me, baby

another song on their freaky deeky playlist ! i know raleigh’s prob tried to get with rihanna at least once in their lives

9. freaky girls

i'ma be your freak any time or place, any day of the week / said i'ma let you hit it, i ain't scared, i ain't shy, it's cool with me

yet ANOTHER song on their freaky deeky playlist ! sorry im not taking this more seriously im just daydreaming ab the songs that raleigh would add to their secret playlists

10. thinkin’ bout you

thinking bout ya, dreaming bout ya / i don't wanna be without ya / pillow talking, heaven walking / been about ya, still about ya / you ain't gotta worry bout it, baby girl, you know i got you / drinking out the bottle to deal with all my problems like / i should call / i thought i had the right one the last time around

god this is post breakup raleigh through and through. i have a hc that raleigh ghostwrites a lot of songs for people especially ones that fuck with their brand – they collabed on this with micah and a popular rapper and micah was like :/ come on now raleigh i KNOW who this is about

11. un-thinkable

moment of honesty / someone's gotta take the lead tonight, who's it gonna be? / i'm gonna sit right here and tell you all that comes to me / if you have something to say, you should say it right now / you give me a feeling that i never felt before / and i deserve it, i think i deserve it / it's becoming something that's impossible to ignore / and i can't take it / i know you said to me / this is exactly how it should feel when it's meant to be

raleigh’s confession!!!!!!!! lord this reminds me of when they were on the beach together just talking and vibing – or really any time that they took

12. kiss it better

been waiting on that sunshine / boy, I think I need that back / can't do it like that / no one else gonna get it like that / man, fuck your pride, just take it on back, boy / take it on back boy, take it back all night / what are you willing to do? / oh, tell me what you're willing to do? / kiss it, kiss it better, baby

i think raleigh would cover this omg and maybe im biased bc it’s my fav song of all time but it just exudes raleigh energy!! plus i think this might be on their freaky deeky playlist LMAO

13. unrequited love

lost in the flames of love / unrequited love / time won't always heal / and it eats at my mind / because you're the one that got away / sometimes i feel alone / tried to hold my breath / somewhere deep in space / and i felt like you understood / what it truly means to be in love / now i'm wide open, it's so hard to focus / now that it's the end, i guess you'll always be / the one that got away

you know raleigh was super in their feelings after the breakup – i don’t think they knew how fast they’d fall for the mc. even if they didn’t admit it out loud, i think they were convinced they wouldn’t find someone like the mc again. anyways this song is sad as hell

14. you’re mine

come a little closer / let me tell you something / eat your ego honey / honey swallow your pride / i spotted you the second you walked in the building / i knew that you had let me get you high / i wanna hear the things you say when no-one's listening / no one's gonna save you / use you up and break you / i'm the one who plagues you every night / 'cause you're mine.

so the song itself is ab a toxic relationship, but tbh i can picture my mc dom and raleigh singing this duet on stage together and the chemistry would be absolutely off the charts oh my god.

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[disclaimer, i do not speak spanish, but i grew up listening to it and a lot of them have a lot of significance to me – i hope the rough translations i found online will do! some of them are very rough so i’ll just put the spanish lyrics]

so with all of these spanish songs im convinced that raleigh would cover any of these! most of them are really romantic and have the same vibe as what i imagine raleigh would have !! not gonna do a lot of explaining here because i think this explanation speaks for itself

15. viento

préstame tu peine / y péiname el alma / desenrédame / fuera de este mundo / dime que no / estoy sonándote / enséñame / de que estamos hechos.

lend me your comb / and comb my soul / untangle me / away from this world / tell me i'm not / dreaming of you / show me / what we’re made of

16. visita

que no es gusto, no es mi voluntad / que es lo que te digo / que aunque no me veas yo voi a estar / siempre contigo / la semana me parte en dos / de viernes a domingo / tu visita me repara cuando nos conecta entonces / quiero que te vengas a vivir, todos los dias conmigo

do not have a translation that makes a lot of grammatical sense for this one, but it’s generally about wanting to be closer to each other and move in together rather than visiting! it’s a really sweet song and the distance aspect reminds me of raleigh and mc

17. te quiero

te quiero / no, ya no me llores / no me vayas a hacer / llorar a mí / dame, dame tu mano / intentalo, mi niña / quiero verte reir / necesito verte / donde quiera que estes / te quiero, te quiero, te quiero / y no hago otra cosa / que pensar en ti / solo vivo y respiro / para ti

i love you / no, don’t cry for me anymore / don’t make me cry / give me, give me your hand / try, my darling / i want to see you laughing / i need to see you / wherever you are / i love you, i love you, i love you / i don’t do anything else / than thinking about you / i only live and breath / for you

imagining raleigh singing this for mc......... swoooooon

18. maría

not offering a translation, but it’s a sad song that i think raleigh would potentially cover!

19. efímera

nos miramos a través del cuerpo y la piel / se conectaron nuestras almas / es que tus ojos de miel deslumbran mi ser / cuando la oscuridad me atrapa / cuando me besas / me siento en otra parte / me hierve la sangre / me derrite el corazón

we saw each other through our bodies and skin / our souls connected / its cause your honey colored eyes dazzle my being / when the darkness traps me / when you kiss me / i feel like i’m in another place / my blood boils / it melts my heart

“it’s like every song i’ve ever written was about you” this is one of em for sure

20. obsesion

son las cinco de la mañana y no he dormido nada / pensado en tu belleza en loco voy a parar / el insomnio es me castigo, tu amor será mi alivio / y hasta que no seas mía, no viviré en paz

it’s five in the morning and i haven’t slept at all / thinking bout your beauty, i’m gonna end up crazy / insomnia is my punishment, your love will be my relief / and until you’re mine, i will not live in peace

raleigh and mc would duet this!!!! the lyrics themselves aren’t really about their relationship but i think the vocals would be perfect for them

21. quiero ver

quiero ver tu risa todo el día / escuchar la melodía de tu voz / quisiera ser el brillo de tus ojos / el peine que desnuda tu esplendor / la esquina que te ve cuando caminas / y quiero ser tu último dolor / te pido que me cures esta herida / yo sé muy bien que no es tu obligación / tan sólo si amortiguas mi caída / será mi salvación

i want to see your smile all day / listen to the melody of your voice / i wish i could be the brightness of your eyes / the comb that undresses your splendor / the corner that sees you when you walk / i want to be your last pain / i ask you to heal this wound / i know very well it’s not your obligation / just only if you cushion my fall / it’ll be my salvation

this one makes me so soft oh my god and its another “it’s like every song i’ve ever written was about you” type of song

22. más que tu amigo

es un secreto / que tan solo quiero compartir / con esos ojos / que le han dado luz a mi vivir / y en esta noche no hay más luna / que como tú me alumbre más / que en mi alma crece una fortuna / por tanta dicha que me das / te quiero, te quiero / se oye en mi pecho / es el grande amor que me has hecho / latido a latido / te siento conmigo / yo quiero ser más que tu amigo

it is a secret / i just want to share / with those eyes / that give me light to live / and tonight there is no more moon / that shines on em as brightly as you do / in my soul grows a fortune / for such happiness that you bring me / i love you, i love you / you can hear in my chest / it’s the great love you’ve made me / heartbeat to heartbeat / i feel you with me / i want to be more than your friend

god i can just imagine them singing this to mc teasingly during their fake relationship and she’s like “sounds pretty i love your voice” but it’s really a confession AHHH

23. peligroso pop

no explanation on this one either! i just think this spanglish song would no doubt be on a playlist of raleigh’s !!! i’m also imagining raleigh dancing to this or going to this artists’ concert or something. idk it just reminds me of him !!!

24. eres

aquí estoy a tu lado / y espero aquí sentado hasta el final / no te has imaginado / lo que por tí esperado, pues eres / lo que yo amo en éste mundo, eso eres / cada minuto lo que pienso, eso eres / lo que más cuido en este mundo, eso eres

here i am by your side / and i’ll wait here, sitting, until the end / you haven’t imagined / what i’ve waited for you, because you are / what i love in this world, that’s what you are / every minute in what i think, that’s what you are / what i treasure most in this world, that’s what you are

this entire song is raleigh singing to mc, but like this little section is just SO sappy. that one line i keep mentioning? yeah that’s this song

25. locos

estoy contento de tenerte cerca / muy cerca de mí / que me digas loco / que me des besos / y que te rías de mí / y sé que nunca te lo he dicho / y me da miedo confesar / pero antes, quiero besarte / que llevo loco, tratando de decirte / que ya no puedo vivir sin ti

i’m happy because you’re close / very close to me / cause you call me crazy / cause you give me kisses / and laugh at me / and i know i’ve never told you this / and i’m afraid to confess / but first, i want to kiss you / i’m crazy, trying to tell you / that i can no longer live without you

god this reminds me of raleigh so much like ??? ok i dont know if this makes sense but imagine raleigh not being able to quite say the words they’re feeling so they just sing a song in spanish instead because they one, express their feelings through lyrics better and two, they know mc doesn’t understand spanish (this is specifically for non spanish speaking mcs)

26. no te puedo olvidar

sé que nunca me equivoqué / en lo que siento / y cuando me tocas la piel / me desvanezco / sé que miraremos a la última estrella / así nos conectaremos / yo te necesito más de lo que piensas / más de lo que puedo creer / vives en mí y en mi materia / no te quedo olvidar

i know i was never wrong / about what i feel / and when you touch my skin / i vanish / i know we’re gonna stare at the last star / that’s how we’ll connect / and i need you more than you can imagine / more than you can believe / you live in me and in my matter / i can’t forget you

this is one of the most romantic songs i swear to gooooddddd i think if raleigh and mc ever broke up this would be what they wrote afterwards – but also i think in general he’d write this about her without the breakup ! idk i’m just in love with this song. anyways

OKAY I’M DONE RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS PLAYLIST !!!! this is what i’ve been listening to while i’ve been reblogging posts today !!!

#playchoices #platinum #platinumweekend #raleigh carrera #raleigh carrera x mc #playlist

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Call of the Ocean Chapter 20: Let the Games Begin

Pairing: CEO!Mechanic!Dean Winchester x Mermaid!Reader

Word count: 6799

Chapter summary: There’s no avoiding it anymore: the tournaments for Y/N’s hand and the kingdom’s crown have begun. Dean decides to add another mermaid to Bobby’s wall.

Series summary: CEO of Winchester Auto Dean Winchester has had enough of the office life. With his father keeping him from what he wants to do, which is work on the plant floor, Dean decides to leave for a quiet life. In Matagorda, Texas, he finds something he never thought he would, a chance encounter with a mythical creature.

Call of the Ocean Masterlist

A/N: ‘Elloooooo! Okay y’all, this is a big one. In every sense of the word. Brace yourselves ;D This series is a collaboration with @flamencodiva . Text dividers were made by the awesome @talesmaniac89

Next chapter will be posted this Saturday, October 24th

Thasman held the box with the relic close to his chest. The light filtered through from the surface like it did every morning. With a slight hiss, Thasman looked down at the cut on his side. The creature protecting the box was not a joke. As he was trying to sneak in, he froze when a familiar merman swam in the distance.

“Roan,” Thasman breathed. The pain on his side made him hiss once again as he continued to swim towards the palace.

“Thasman?” Roan’s voice made Thasman’s heart skip a beat. “Thasman, are you alright? What happened?”

“Nothing, I– I’m going to see Liara. I’m ok, Roan, don’t worry.”

Roan reached for him, “Thasman, let me help you please. I know we are not together anymore, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t help you.”

“I said I’m fine, Roan. Please.” Thasman tried to swim away.

“You have always been too stubborn for your own good.”

Thasman hissed when Roan began putting a balm on his wound. “I need to get this to Liara. She needs to give this to Y/N. The tournament is tomorrow and--”

“And if you want to marry the princess, then you need to tend your wounds.” Roan glared. “Now, let me help you, or don’t. I’ll still do it anyways. Let’s get you to Liara.”

“You should hate me,” Thasman whispered as Roan helped him towards Liara’s quarters. “I broke your heart Roan. You should wish pain on me.”

“I did break up with you, in case you don’t remember…” the merman gulped as he spoke quietly. “But I don’t hate you. Now stop babbling before I change my mind. For Poseidon’s sake, you stingray, what did you do to hurt yourself like this?”

“It was a sea serpent,” Thaman mumbbled. “Roan. I --”

The merman had stopped swimming, looking at Thasman with a surprised expression. “If you weren’t wounded already, I would do it myself. Where did you even go that would have a sea serpent, Thas?”

“I can’t tell you,” Thasman whispered. “But it’s important and it’s something for Y/N. Roan, I only entered the tournament to help her. The other suitors would treat her with disrespect.”

“You’ve said that before.” Roan stated. “You are a very good friend to her, Thas, you really are. But you have a life of your own. You have to be selfish for once in your life.”

“Trust me Roan,” Thasman whispered as they got closer to Liara’s quarters. “I know what needs to be done.” he pushed away from Roan and knocked on the door. “Thank you for helping me. You should get back to the dolphins.”

Liara opened the door and let out a gasp, “Thasman! What happened?” She turned to the other merman. “Thank you, Roan.”

Roan had his eyes trained on Thasman, stoic. “No problem, Liara. I should go, make sure he’s good enough to fight in the duels.”

“Roan,” Liara said, offering him a small smile. “Would you like some tea? I’m sure--”

“No, thank you,” he cut her off. “I should go. The dolphins should be ready for the ceremony before the tournament tomorrow.”

Liara’s eyes bounced from one merman to the other, trying to get a feel of what had happened between them, before she opened her door. “Alright,” she conceded, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Roan.”

When Roan had left, Thasman lifted the box for Liara to see. “I found it. But not before the serpent took a swipe at me.”

“A swipe?! This is more than one swipe, Thasman!” she exclaimed as she let him in, guiding him towards the bed and helping him sit down.

“I’m fine, Liara,” Thasman dismissed as he tried to sit up and groaned. “The balm is in my satchel.”

“Where is it?”

Thasman lifted his hand and pointed to the bag on the floor. “How’s Y/N? Is she okay?”

“Heartbroken,” was Liara’s response as she roamed through Thasman’s bag. “I can’t find it, Thasman.”

“But it should be--” Thasman’s eyes widened. “Oh no… I left it on the surface!”

“Why would you leave one of the most important items a guard has to have on them at all times?!” Liara scolded.

“I used the balm to heal Dean,” Thasman whispered. “I fought him over his infatuation with Y/N but he wouldn’t yield and I used the balm to heal him.”

“Not only did you leave one of our most important medicines on the surface, but in the hands of the human Y/N is in love with?” She exclaimed. “Why didn’t you check if you had it with you?”

“I’m sorry,” Thasman whispered. “It was foolish of me I know. But Y/N was hurt and so was Dean and I wanted to help heal them. I didn’t want Y/N to be heart broken.”

At this point, Liara had put a hand on her face, shaking her head and muttering to herself. After a few seconds, she composed herself. “Alright, it’s not too bad. You’ll have to go back and retrieve it, maybe without them noticing, but you can retrieve it. We’ll use the balm I have, ok?”

“I will grab a spare from my room for tomorrow,” Thasma sighed. “Thank you Liara. But how will you give Y/N the relic? What will you tell her?”

“Thasman, would you please, for Poseidon’s sake, let me take care of you first? The princess will be in her quarters the rest of the day before the banquet and I know where to find her tomorrow before, during and after the duels. My priority right now is the child I was given to raise.”

“And my priority is Y/N!” Thasman argued. “I am not going to--” he closed his mouth when Liara glared at him. It reminded him of the motherly feeling he received from Ellen on the surface.

“If you can get up from the bed, then you may.” She dared, still glaring at him.

Thasman let out a sigh. “I yield.” He muttered.

Liara nodded, satisfied. “That’s what I thought.”

“Liara,” Thasman whispered. “Sometimes I wish you were my mother,” he admitted.

This wasn’t the first time Thasman had let her know this, but like each and every time before, it broke Liara’s heart to pieces. The scrollkeeper had let him know from the start that his parents were gone, and that she would take care of him. To Thasman, sometimes she was more than his guardian, she was his family. But it was simpler to not let her know, just in case she didn’t feel the same way about him, and he was just the guppy that had been handed to her.

“You are always going to be, my little guppy, Thasman.” she said as she reached behind his head and undid the already messy bun that he had in place. When his hair was loose, she placed the balm on his wound. “But that does not mean that I will not hesitate to put you in your place if you do not take care of yourself.” she warned.

The merman chuckled. “Thank you, Liara.”

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Dean woke up that next morning before anyone else. Dealing with anyone right now was not an option. He made coffee and began walking into the living room when his foot hit something.

“Damn it!” he cursed. “What the fuck--” he stopped when he recognized the object he bumped into. “Thasman’s blade thing?”

He picked up the strange looking blade and opened the small compartment where the strange balm was.

“Still sucks.” He confirmed after a whiff of the balm.

Turning the blade in his hand, Dean couldn’t help but notice the intricate markings on the blade. Putting his coffee cup down, Dean grabbed his phone and opened up the camera app. Taking a few pictures, he made sure to zoom in on the patterns. He wondered if anyone would be able to tell him exactly where Sindarta was from the knife Thasman left behind.

“Morning, Jerk!” Sam’s voice came from behind him. “What is that?”

“It’s a dagger. Belongs to Y/N’s friend, Thasman.” Dean placed the knife back in its sheath and placed it on the table. “He brought it from Sindarta and I guess he left it here after he spent the night.”

“Oh,” Sam looked at Dean. “It looks expensive. Is that a ruby?”

“Huh,” Dean shrugged. “I guess. I’ll give this to Ellen and see if she can send it to him.”

Sam gave him a cocky smile. “You’ve already taken pictures of it, haven’t you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean grabbed his coffee and began to drink. “Garth has been working fast on the renovations.” Dean changed the subject. “Should be open any day now but we can do small repairs at least.”

“Sounds great.” Sam commented. “I talked to Bobby yesterday, went through some details in the contract, any doubts he might’ve had, all in all, everything is looking good when it comes to the legal side of your garage.”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded. “That’s good. Might work on some cars, keep my hands busy. There’s a Clam Bake tomorrow.” Dean swallowed the lump in his throat. “I, um… I had asked Y/N to come with me but…” he cleared his throat. “Well, I might stay home tomorrow.”

“Maybe you should go,” he suggested, “maybe you meet someone, or you can get your head to not think about Y/N for a bit.”

“Sam…” Dean sighed.

“I’m serious, Dean, maybe that’s what you need.” Sam argued.

“I’ll think about it,” Dean conceded. “So, I let Bobby know he can tell people we can do some small fixes to cars. Until then I’ll work on his Chevelle.”

“Alright,” his brother nodded. “I was thinking about taking a walk on the beach today, explore a bit of the town and let Jess know if I think a beach wedding could work.” he commented as he took a sip of his coffee. “Any particular spot I should look for?”

Dean couldn’t help but think about the last night Y/N was there. He nodded his head and smiled. “I do have a spot I can show you.” he cleared his throat. “I got some time.”

“Awesome,” Sam smiled. “We can go after you give Ellen that dagger you showed me.”

“I just need to send it to a friend of mine in the anthropology department back at MIT. See if they can ID the markings for me. I mean it looks ancient.” Dean said as he typed on his phone.

“It probably is. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Wherever this place is Sam,” Dean shook his head. “I want to visit. I gotta know where she’s from.”

“You sure your guy at MIT will ID it?”

“You don’t know the department at MIT like I do. You should see all the tech they have.” Dean placed his cup in the sink and looked at Sam. “Ready? I can introduce you to Ellen when I drop off this thing.”

His brother smiled. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The brothers left the house and made their way to Ellen’s. Dean took a deep shaky breath. The last time he walked to Ellen’s he said see you later to Y/N. He ignored the tremor that had started to form in his hands, and knocked.

“Who is it?!” Ellen called through the door.

“It’s your favorite neighbour, Ellen.” He called back. “It’s me, Dean Campbell.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, “Campbell?” he whispered.

“I didn’t want to risk anyone recognizing the name, I’m sorry.” he explained in a quick whisper.

“A warning would have been nice though,” Sam breathed just as the door opened to reveal a woman with dark brown hair looking at them.

“What do I owe this visit to Dean,” Ellen gave him a sad smile. “And who’s this?”

“This is my little brother, Sammy,” Dean said with a smirk.

“It’s Sam,” Sam elbowed Dean. “But it’s nice to meet you ma’am. Thank you for watching him and sorry if he’s been trouble. I blame the fact that he was probably dropped as a baby.”

The woman chuckled as she extended her hand for Sam to shake. “Pleasure’s all mine, sweetie. Your brother’s been a good neighbor.”

“I came by to drop this off,” Dean said as he smacked the back of Sam’s head with his free hand. “It’s Thasman’s. I think he forgot it at my house when he slept over.”

Ellen’s smile faded a little bit at the sight of the dagger. “I can’t believe he forgot this.” She lamented as she took it from Dean’s hand.

“Yeah, with everything that happened, I should have double checked.” Dean let out a sigh.

“It’s alright, hun. I’ll try and find a way to send it back to him.” Ellen promised and gave Dean a smile. “Thank you for bringing it here.”

“No problem,” Dean smiled at her. “Just… If you hear from her tell her I miss her and love her?”

“I will, Dean. I promise.” Ellen smiled .

“Okay,” Dean said as he smiled. “We’ll see you at lunch Ellen.”

“You keep eating at my diner, you’re going to get fat, Dean.” Ellen joked. “She won’t recognize you if you do.”

Dean shook her head and waved at her before motioning for Sam to follow him. Dean walked towards the last place he was with Y/N. It was between Ellen’s house and his and had a perfect view of the ocean. Dean looked down at the sand, remembering the blanket he had laid out.

“This is beautiful,” Sam admitted.

Dean nodded, “Yeah.” The vision of Y/N in the moonlight filled his head.

“You brought her here, didn’t you,” It was more a statement than a question.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted after letting out a shaky breath. “We were laid out under the stars and…”

“You don’t have to tell me, Dean,” Sam assured him as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder. “I like it. I’m going to take some pictures and send them to Jess. See what she thinks.”

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The day went by in a blur, Y/N had been pulled every which way around the palace. People swimming in and out of her quarters. She felt as though she was being strangled by a kraken. Her chest felt tight and all she could think about was swimming far away. She looked at herself in the sea mirror. But she didn’t look like herself. The shells and jewels that adorned all felt heavier than before.

“Y/N? My little sea star, what’s wrong?” Her father’s voice brought her thoughts back to the present.

Shaking her head she put on her biggest smile, “I’m fine father, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” he asked concerned as he swam closer to her, “Are you feeling alright?”

“I am as happy as a clown fish father,” She assured him. “I will do my duty as princess of our kingdom.”

Something in the way Y/N had said that made Nereus’s heart drop. Where was his happy starfish? Where was the little mergirl who’s laughter filled the palace with joy? Y/N was smiling, but the king could tell that the smile was not in her eyes. He knew she was against these tournaments from the beginning. But there was nothing he could do.

“Alright,” he stated in a defeated tone, letting the subject go.

“I will see you at the banquet, father,” Y/N said as they finished her fitting. Taking everything off, she grabbed her basic tunic and swam towards her room.

“Well,” Michaels voice made Y/N want to vomit. “You have made your presence known.”

“I am off to my room,” she dismissed.

“Will you save me the honor of sitting by my side at the banquet?” he blocked her path.

“I am to sit next to my father, Michael.” she explained, swimming past Michael and groaning internally when he started to follow. “All the places have been assigned; me sitting next to you is not likely to happen.”

“Why must you resist what will be meant to be?” Michael let out a laugh. “You know that with us ruling, we will be unstoppable. What I can show you, is beyond your dreams.”

“And what do I dream of, Michael?”

“Freedom,” Michael said. “I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. You feel confined. And I can free you if… you give up this archaic ritual and choose me… I can eliminate the other--” he licked his lips as he backed her up to the wall. “Suitors. I can free you Y/N.”

She grew tense at having him so close to her, but her eyes burned bright with anger. “Give up the duels? Don’t you think I have tried that?” she could feel a slight trickle of power and glanced down at her fingers to see small sparks. “I don’t want to marry you, or anybody else. If it were up to me, this ritual would not even take place.” she growled. “And if you want to eliminate someone, it better not happen, or you will be trialed and thrown into the dungeons.”

“Are you threatening me, Princess?” He sneered. “I have more power than you or your father even know about. This little kingdom of yours…” he motioned around him. “I can eradicate it with a snap of my fingers.”

“I believe that the one making threats is you, Michael.” Y/N pushed the foreign prince back, “I thought you were so sure you’re going to win. Resorting to threats to make me– make me what, exactly? Afraid of you? Make you somehow win?” she smiled. “No, Michael. If you want a shot at the crown, then you take it like the other suitors will: fighting.”

“Princess Y/N–”

“I believe that we have talked enough, Michael. Go get ready for the banquet.” Y/N poked at his chest and watched as he winced. She felt a jolt of electricity rush through her finger and smiled when she did it again. “I know my power, Michael.” she hissed and moved back to do it again. “Now, out of my sight!”

For the first time since she met him, Michael was speechless. The shock on his face betrayed completely the cocky, insufferable facade that she had come to know.

Shaking his fear away, Michael sent her a soft, yet devilish, smirk. "I'll see you at the banquet… Princess." He swam away leaving Y/N to release the breath she was holding.

She swam towards the training grounds, wanting to take another look at the suitors, even if most of them were probably getting ready for the banquet. The fighting ground was being occupied by two of the suitors, each one had a fighting sword in hand and they were clashing with them and trying to get the other to surrender. A few others were practicing with their choice of weapon on their own, or were lifting heavy rocks in what would be their last attempt to get ready for the duels.

She kept enough distance that she could see them all without gaining their attention. But she noticed something off. Thasman was missing. He never missed training if he could help it, even for a banquet. Making sure that he wasn’t there she turned to bump into Roan.

"Roan," she breathed with a smile.

"Your highness," Roan bowed. "Shouldn't you be with Thasman?"

"Why would I--" Y/N offered him a small smile. "He still loves you, you know."

“I know he does. I never doubted it.” Roan whispered. “But he signed up for the tournament and here we are.”

“I never asked him for it,” she defended herself. “I didn’t even know about it until my father mentioned it and even then, it was too late for me to stop him.”

“That’s what pisses me off, Your Highness,” Roan confessed. “He takes action, he makes tough decisions, but he doesn’t let the ones involved even know about it until it’s too late.” He ranted, voice growing shaky with each word. “Naturally, with you two getting married, we wouldn’t have been able to stay together… I just hate that that choice was taken away from me.”

“Well then don’t tell me that,” Y/N pleaded softly, “talk to him, I’m sure that he will listen to you.”

Roan scoffed, a sarcastic smile on his face. “He didn’t do it before, and you know him, he’s just gonna go all serious guard mode and say ‘just trust me, I’ll handle this’ like the stingray that he is.”

It took some serious self control to not laugh at his impression of Thasman. Y/N composed herself quickly, not willing to give up on her friend’s chance at happiness. “Roan, you have to make him listen. Please, don’t give up.”

Roan sighed at the Princess’ words, “He won’t listen to anyone, Princess. That is the problem. If he wants to talk, he must be willing to actually listen to me.”

“For how long were you two together?”

The merman shrugged. “A while. We didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” Roan smiled sadly. “Thasman wanted to keep me to himself, I guess. I was okay with that.”

“It’s not too late to fix things, Roan,” Y/N insisted. “Thasman misses you.”

“And I miss him, Your Highness” The dolphin trainer confided. “But it’s too late. He has made his choice,” he gulped. “And I have made mine. Now, please excuse me, I have to make sure the dolphins will be ready for the show before the duels.”

Y/N had no choice but to watch him leave. She was devastated at the fact that Thasman had already given up the person he loved in order to marry her.

Her friend jumped when she bursted into his quarters.

“Are you ready for the banquet?” She swam up to him looking at him with an angry glare. “I spoke to Roan you big stingray.”

“Y/N/N,” Thasman whined. “I’m trying to get ready.” he stopped fixing his bun and tried to dismiss her before she could see his healing bruises, but it was too late.

“What happened? I didn’t see you training so I know that,” --she pointed to the bruises -- “is not from training. Where did this happen? Was it Michael?”

“No, no,” he assured her, “it was nothing important. I– why did you speak with Roan?”

“You lied to me,” Y/N muttered. “You promised me that if you fell in love you were going to have your chance. You promised me Thasman!”

“I haven’t broken my promise!” Thasman argued.

“Silence!” Y/N used her royal voice. This was the second time now that she had to use it on her friend. “You love Roan and he still loves you. You threw that all away for what? To stop some snotty prince from marrying me when I probably would have runaway? How stubborn can you be?”

“Stubborn enough to make sure that you won’t end up with a monster as a husband.”

“Whatever happens now,” Y/N sighed. “You better hope that Roan forgives you. I am going to get ready for the banquet.” She turned to her friend. “You let me have my love and you are willing to sacrifice everything for it. What makes you think the people that love you wouldn’t do the same?”

Y/N left before Thasman could argue against it. The words his friend said echoing in his mind.

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Dean kept working on the Chevelle as the rest of the renovations were going on. There was something that was nagging him a bit. He kept thinking back to his dreams. Aside from Y/N being in them and the ominous black cloud. Dean could remember a purple tail in the water whenever he was looking into the water.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean cursed as he rolled out from under the car. He jogged up to Bobby and cleared his throat. “Sorry, Bobby. Can I talk to you for a sec?”

The old man was sitting near the car, having decided to keep Dean company and occasionally offering some conversation. “What’s wrong, boy?”

“Would you be upset if I added a second mermaid to be alongside yours?” Dean said as he kicked at the ground.

Bobby gave him a sympathetic smile that was quickly replaced by a doubtful expression. “Depends on how far along Bess has gone. I say it’s ok, but she’s the artist here.”

Dean nodded, giving Bobby a quick thank you before rushing inside the garage. Even though Garth had said that it would take a couple of weeks, renovations were moving along quickly. Soon enough, all that would be left to do would be to move in all the equipment so they could properly work. The ‘Mermaid Wall’ as the whole team had grown to call it, was going beautifully. Bobby’s original painting was getting more beautiful with each stroke and detail that Bess added. Bobby’s lost love was coming alive once more… he wanted to have a reminder of his too.

“Hey Bess,” Dean walked up to her. “Can I ask you a question?”

The woman smiled nervously, eyes flying from the wall to his eyes. “Sure Dean, uhmm, is there something wrong with her?” She motioned to the mermaid. “Do you not like something? Or is this about something else?”

“No, she looks great!” Dean assured her. “I have something else I want to ask.” Dean pulled out a picture of Y/N, one that he loved. It was taken at the zoo. Her eyes were bright and she smiled like an angel. “I was wondering if you could paint another mermaid. Same as that one but with a purple tail and lavender swirls.” Dean showed Bess the picture of Y/N.

Bess took the phone from his hands, looking at Y/N’s picture with a fond smile. Her eyes rose again to meet his, then back at the wall. She took a couple of steps back, admiring all that she had painted so far, trying to picture where she could put the second mermaid and if it would mean redoing her work, looking at the phone for a couple moments, then back at the wall.

Finally, she turned to Dean with a bright smile. “Yeah, sure I can. I’m gonna need you to send me this picture, and to get me more paint, but I don’t see why not.”

Dean smiled in relief. “Thank you so much, Bess. Seriously.”

“They’ll look amazing together, Dean. I promise you.”

“I’ll get all the paint you need. Send me a list, and I’ll send you the picture, ok?”

Bess nodded, grabbing her sketchbook and a pencil that she had stuck behind her ear. “I’ll start drafting her right now.”

Dean retrieved back his phone, excited at the prospect of being able to have Y/N looking over him as he worked. With a few quick clicks he sent Bess a copy of the photo and smiled.

“You’re the best!” Dean said as he walked out of the garage and back to the Chevelle.

Climbing into the drivers side, he turned the ignition on and smiled when the engine roared to life. Turning it off, he climbed out and smiled at Bobby.

“I believe I brought your princess back to life,” Dean said as he sent him a smirk.

“About time someone did,” he commented. “God knows I couldn’t do it now.”

“Thanks for letting me work on her,” he cleaned his hands with a rag. “I just need to touch up the paint on the body. I can have Bess send me the sketch of her mermaid and I can decal it on the hood.”

Bobby seemed to smile with a huff, “She better be.” He looked over at Dean. “just make sure you make my princess a nice royal blue.”

He nodded, giving Bobby a smile and a wink. “Copy that.”

After finishing up on the engine, Dean decided it was time to call it a day. Looking at the time, he grabbed his things and bid everyone goodbye. Cas and Benny climbed in, and his mood didn’t go unnoticed by them.

“So…” Cas started. “You’re feeling better today. That’s great.”

“I am. I’m sorry about yesterday, fellas.”

Benny shook his head and chuckled, “you were missing your girl, brotha.” Benny placed a hand on his shoulder. “You can miss her brotha, you like her. And she made you happy. Just don’t shut us out, again.”

“I know,” Dean sighed. “I… um… might head to the Clam Bake and show Sam around. I mean the town square is nice and I can introduce him.”

“That sounds good.” Cas commented. “Meg said that this year’s going to be very good. Would be a shame if you and your brother missed it.”

“Speaking of the little devil,” Dean teased. “How are things going with Meg?”

“Good, I think. I haven’t been an idiot, so there’s that.” Cas chuckled.

“I think Meg needs to see those pictures from back in the frat house days,” Dean said as he gave Benny a devilish smirk. “I mean a naked James Castiel Novak is always a deal breaker.”

Dean knew perfectly well that if looks could kill, he would have died a horrible, painful death at the hands of Castiel.

“Don’t you fucking dare, you assbutt.”

“I hear ya, brotha,” Benny smiled. “I think I can also dig up the video that Gabriel shot. Might have to email him.”

This time, Castiel had something to fight back as he gave Benny a cocky smile. “I’ll show Andy the video.”

“What video?” Benny scoffed.

“Oh, you know, just an old video from a party that we went to ages ago. The video.”

The fear that had started to show in Benny’s eyes was so satisfying for Castiel. “You said you deleted it.”

“I lied. I wonder what Andy would think of it. You know, with the whole–”

“Benny,” Dean let out a smirk. “What is he talking about? What video have I not seen?”

“You see, Dean, Benny here gave everybody a good old show once. There was some tequila involved, some drugs… but what surprised me most was–”

“We swore we would never talk about it ever again, Castiel!”

“Where the fuck was I when this was happening?” Dean wondered looking at his two friends.

“On some date, I think… or maybe you passed out? I don’t know, I was drunk too. But not as bad as good ol’ Benjamin. Oof! Can he move.”

Dean let out a laugh at Benny’s face as he shot Castiel a death glare. Both Cas and Benny looked over at Dean. It was the first time since Y/N had left that their friend had actually, truly laughed and meant it. The light in Dean’s eyes seemed to come back, even if it was just for a moment.

“Okay,” Dean took a deep breath to compose himself as they parked the car at the house. “We will lay off trying to embarrass ourselves. So, no talk about dirty secrets.”

“Deal.” Benny and Cas said as they shook hands.

Dean stayed back as he watched his friends walking inside. His eyes wandered towards the beach as he took a deep breath. He still missed Y/N and from what he remembered of their conversation her birthday would be tomorrow.

“I hope you have a good birthday, Y/N,” He whispered to the air. “Make sure Thasman wins.”

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Y/N placed her face on her palm as many of the suitors droned on. She ignored Thasman throughout the dinner, just wishing that it was over. She could feel Michael’s eyes on her and it was just annoying her. As the night continued, Y/N’s mind wandered to Dean. Was he okay? Was the garage almost done?

As soon as this banquet was over, everyone would go to their respective quarters and rest before the ‘big event’ at dawn. The day would be spent watching all the suitors fight after fight, and by the end of the day, there would be a winner and Y/N would meet her husband.

She had never hated her own birthday so much.

The food she had once loved so much wasn’t as good now when put in comparison to everything she had tasted on the surface. She missed helping Ellen cook dinner, she missed working at the diner, the little town, the people in it, Dean… Her thoughts went on and on. She found herself toasting along to her father’s words of luck to the suitors. She dined and kept to herself throughout the whole event, anxious to get a moment alone to reminisce about the surface.

Then there was the issue with Thasman. Where had he gotten such injuries? What had happened to him?

The evening continued, and after what felt like an eternity, she was finally able to go to her room to rest for the duels. The way they were arranged, Thasman wouldn’t start fighting until a little before midday, but she still had to be present for every single fight unless she had her father’s permission to take a break from ‘looking for a husband’. She wondered if her father had been comfortable with going through this exact same process. How much her mother would have had to fight in order to win the crown and her father’s hand.

‘Did they love each other?’ was the most pressing thought. With the way King Nereus spoke about her, there was no doubt that, at the very least, he had been deeply in love with her mother. Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. She dreamt of Dean, of being back in his arms, in his bed. His fingers running through her hair as he left small kisses on her face. She could swear she was with him if it was not for the attendant who woke her abruptly.

Reluctantly she awoke, getting ready for the first of the duels. As she was looking at herself in her sea glass, she hadn’t noticed when Liara entered the room. The scrollkeeper frowned at the way the princess seemed sad on her birthday. It broke her heart to see the young mermaid so distraught. Clearing her throat, she walked up to Y/N and presented her with a silver cuff bracelet with an amethyst gem in the middle.

“What is this?” Y/N muttered.

“Something that will help you if you find yourself on the surface,” Liara whispered to her. “It belonged to your aunt and it comes with a letter. Please wait for the right time to read it, don’t let anyone else see it.”

“Liara…” Y/N sighed. “My fate is sealed. I doubt I will be--”

“Please, your highness,” Liara pleaded. “Trust me. I have a bad feeling about Michael and this can help you.”

Y/N reluctantly nodded as she picked up the bracelet and placed it on her wrist. As Y/N looked at it, she marveled at the design. It was etched with traditional mermish along with intricate platings and intertwining nots that helped to keep the gem in place. She gasped when the Amethyst gave a soft glow before settling down. Putting the thought to the back of her mind, she watched as the scrollkeeper continued to help her get ready.

Everything happened quickly, Y/N had been ushered through to the tournament grounds where Roan had led the dolphins in a beautiful display. She offered him a sad smile as he bowed before she took her seat next to her father. She had ignored most of the battles, until Michael entered the arena.

Michael had skill, there was no doubt about it, but he was more cutthroat than the other suitors. By the end of the first rounds, Michael was the victor, having eliminated all his competitors. Y/N was thankful for the short recess as she made her way to the tents.

“Thasman, I am begging you,” Roan’s voice pleaded. “Find another way to help Y/N. There is something off about Micheal. You know there is.”

“And I told you,” Thasman gave an exasperated cry. “I can’t. If I were to bow out, Y/N would be at his mercy and you know this Roan.” Y/N could see Thasman turning to face him. “Why do you care now? Why fight now when you gave up on me? On us?”

Roan looked as though Thasman had slapped him. “Thasman… I--” Roan’s voice wavered as he tried to find the words. “You are always going to be a stubborn stingray! I am here as a friend. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Roan tried to hide the hurt in his voice. “But if this is what you want--” he let out a breath. “Fine, just… don’t let your guard down.”

Y/N watched as Roan went to caress Thasman’s face only for the stubborn stingray to pull back. She could see Thasman was fighting with every fiber of his being from taking Roan into his arms. Roan retreated his hand, as if it had been burned by the heat burst from the underwater volcano.

“Excuse me,” Thasman swam past him and grabbed his helmet. “I must prepare.” he muttered before adjusting his bun and putting his helmet on.

Y/N hid, not letting either merman see that she had heard their conversation. The sound of the horn signified the second bout of suitors was ready to begin. Hurrying back to her seat, Y/N watched as the suitors paraded around before going to their respective corners to wait their turn. And just as he did in the training, Thasman was unstoppable. He won bout after bout, leaving each one to yield. In fact it made him miss his own fight with Dean. The determination in the human’s eyes to fight for Y/N made him wish that the human was a merman.

Before he knew it, he had been the victor for his round of suitors. It was just himself and Michael. This was it, this was his chance to make sure that Y/N was safe. Everything he sacrificed, to keep the kingdom safe. But at what cost? Looking at Y/N he could see his friend was not happy. He took a quick glance at Roan, who seemed even sadder still. Two of the people he cared about, heartbroken. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and prepared for his battle.

“Your victory will be short lived,” Michael boasted. “I will win. Y/N and the kingdom will be mine. You… I’ll make my personal servant.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Thasman defended. “I won’t let you get your hands on Y/N.”

“You’ll be out of the way soon enough, little guard.” Michael sneered as they circled one another.

The battle began with Thasman blocking Michaels blow. Every blow Michael gave Thasman was able to counter. He landed hit after hit. Bruises began to appear on the foreign prince. Up until Thasman was able to slice into Michael's skin. Blood dripped from the foreign prince’s arm as he growled at Thasman.

“You are going to pay for that,” he seethed.

Thasman only offered him a satisfied smile and continued his assault on the prince. Thasman overpowered him like nothing. He had the prince on the floor with his arm around the prince’s neck while holding a blade to his belly.

“Yield,” Michael whispered.

“I’m sorry, your highness,” Thasman said in his ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“I yield.” He cried for everyone to hear.

Thasman grinned triumphantly, letting go of the prince and putting his blade away from his belly. He turned to the crowd, and raised his sword, roaring his victory.

The crowd roared back at him. His fellow subjects celebrated his victory. He smiled as he turned to the King and Princess, and bowed. But when he rose to smile at his friend, her face was contorted in terror.

“Thasman, watch out!”

He felt a hot searing pain on his back. He felt a breath on his ear.

"This kingdom and it's princess are mine."

Thasman could only groan in pain as a response. Everything happened slowly. He could see a barge of soldiers fighting, the echo of his name sounding far away. The last thing he saw was Roan, Y/N, and the King swimming towards him, before everything went black.

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So I’ve been writing on my phone and this one almost made me lose my shit because when initially hitting “copy” I accidentally hit “paste” and deleted the entire fucking thing. Thank GOD gmail keeps a copy of your notes. Holy shit.

Again made for @inexplicifics Accidental Warlord AU

Veko and Eloise’s domestic adventures continue! I’m so happy people actually like them! I’ve grown so close to them both. This will be part of their bigger story, because since I’ve been writing on my phone they’ve been really small and when I expound on them I want to add more details before all this, like about Veko and Hamra and all that. So consider these teasers I guess? That’s why the endings feel so abrupt. Or that’s the excuse I keep telling myself. I don’t know. But when I finally post everything it will be on AO3, and I may put these little ficlets on AO3 as a fic as well.

Anyway hope you enjoy this one! Veko and Eloise return!

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The next time Veko saw Eloise was just as bizarre as the first. Except this time, she ended up helping him as opposed to him saving her father again. It was, somehow, even more awkward.

It was a few weeks of a full year later. What was supposed to just be one kikimora turned into a while nest, and despite this, the alderman barely wanted to pay him what he said he would for the one kill, let alone a whole cluster of them. He wouldn’t even let Veko inside. Luckily it had almost literally just stopped raining. But it was getting to the point where Veko was having to take a few calming breaths between the arguing; the alderman was a miserable prick, but Veko didn’t want to snap on the guy.

“You take what I give ye an’ be done with it!” the alderman shouted, reaching for the dagger at his belt. “Or you’ll get no coin and—“

“Husband!” a woman’s voice rang out. Veko and the alderman jumped; fucking rain and yelling, making Veko’s senses dull. A small force practically ran into him from the side and wrapped a hand around his elbow. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Uh—“

“Eloise!” the alderman exclaimed. Oh shit, that’s where Veko knew her from! “Nothing t’ worry about, this Witcher was jus’ leaving.”

Eloise turned to Veko, pressing closer. “You were?” she asked, faking concern to apparently Veko’s ears only. “But darling, you just got here!”

Veko’s mind went totally blank. “Hello?” he said dumbly.

The alderman’s eyes narrowed. “What?” he hissed. “Eloise, this man—“

“Is my beloved,” Eloise cut in. The alderman’s mouth shut with an audible click. “Last year, don’t you remember? The Witcher that saved my father from those drowners!”

Veko continued to stare at her.

“But—“ the alderman stammered.

“Now what’s with all this shouting over here?” Eloise barreled on.

“I sent this Witcher here to kill the kikimora roamin’ about,” the alderman said.

Eloise gave Veko’s arm a little shake to snap him back into the conversation. “I, uh,” he stammered. “It wasn’t just one. There was a whole nest.”

Eloise clapped a hand over her mouth and gasped dramatically. “A whole nest!” she exclaimed, drawing the attention of the townspeople nearby. “My goodness! I’m so glad it’s been taken care of! Oh, Lennart, I don’t know what we would have done had a whole nest of those beasts descended upon the town!”

People were starting to whisper. The alderman—Lennart’s heart rate sped up. “Oh, well yes, I, eh, was good indeed.” He looked like he was trying to both glare at Veko and keep the shock of Eloise’s outburst off his face at the same time—and failing.

Eloise finally let go of Veko and took the alderman’s hands. “Do you need help with the coin?” she asked innocently. “For the additional kikimora? I know things have been difficult since Nora left—“

“I can handle it!” Lennart exclaimed, eyes darting around at the growing mass of people who’d come to hear about the monsters. The alderman patted Eloise’s hands and laughed nervously. “I mean, that’s alright dear! I-I’ve plenty of coin for the Witcher here! Let me—I’ll go get it.”

Lennart raced back into his house and the crowd of people began to disperse, clearly boring of the now dwindling conversation. Veko was still not sure what the fuck just happened. But before he could ask, the alderman burst back outside and practically threw a pretty hefty sack of coin into Veko’s hands.

“Splendid!” Eloise exclaimed, and then turned to Veko one more. “Shall we go, darling?”

Veko nodded, letting himself be led away, once again, by this bizarre woman. But just before Lennart went back inside, Veko turned to him, held up the bag of coin, and winked. Lennart turned an ugly red and slammed the door behind him.

“Fucking weaselly prick,” Eloise hissed. Veko guffawed.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Where did you even come from? How did you find me? What—what the hell was that?!”

Eloise held up a hand and ticked answers off her fingers. “I was in town putting an order for paints in, saw your horse tied to a tree near the edge of town, and Lennart is a right prick but easy to exploit because of it. His wife Nora left a few weeks ago with some adventurer who came through town. She knew he’d been trying to bed any girl in sight and rightfully left.”

Veko pocketed the bag of coin. “Well I’m not going to complain,” he said.

Eloise tucked her hand into the crook of his arm again. “Are you planning on staying?” she asked. “Papa says it’s supposed to rain; he can feel it in his knees, he says.”

Veko started itching at his burns. “I, uh—“

“Right, coming with me then.”

Veko laughed again and Eloise guide the way.

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For having apparently acquired Eloise and her home, this was the first time Veko had actually been inside. It was cozy, the walls painted a pale pink and yellow. The kitchen was warm and smelled amazing, Eloise having apparently left something cooking while she’d been out.

Peering into the next room, the apparent main room of the house, Veko found bottles of paints and an assortment of brushes set up at an easel against the far window (splattered in paint); blank canvases were piled behind it. But actually giving the room a look-around, his attention was immediately drawn to the walls lined floor to ceiling with the most beautiful paintings Veko had ever seen.

Landscapes of what Veko recognized as the local stream and the goat paddock out back, faces he didn’t recognize but could have started up a conversation with him with how real they looked, random assortments of everyday items put together to make some interesting structure—there was art everywhere.

Veko didn’t realize he was gaping until he heard Eloise chuckle. “Like what you see?” she asked.

“They’re amazing,” Veko replied, reaching towards a painting of a young boy.

“Don’t touch!” Eloise snapped; Veko jumped. “Sorry, sorry, they’re just—when they dry the colors fade of you touch them.”

“Sorry,” Veko said, shoving his hand into his pocket.

Eloise shook her head. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be a famous painter. Sometimes I get commissions or sell some in Oxenfurt. There’s a man who comes by to take them to market every now and then. Anyway, apparently my father went to bed early,” she said. “Stew?” Eloise chuckled. “I can paint a delicious meal but actually cooking it, eh...”

Now it was Veko’s turn to laugh. “I’d love some, whatever it tastes like,” he said. “And—thank you, for that shit with the alderman.”

Eloise waved him off. “Honestly? Bringing you up has been doing wonders around here,” she said.

As Veko sat down at the table, he remembered: “Did you call me husband?”

“How long ago was that and you’re just realizing that now?”

“In my defense, you came out of nowhere!”

“Aren’t you supposed to be this great warrior with heightened senses?”

Instead of answering, Veko leaned forward and smirked. “You think I’m great?”

Eloise stared at him for a moment before scoffing and shoveling a spoonful of soup into her mouth. “A great pain in my arse,” she said, “and you’ve only been here five minutes.”

“Might I remind you that you’re the one who dragged me here.”

“Yeah, because you looked like a bloody kicked puppy when I asked!”

“Kitten.”

Eloise blinked. “What?”

Veko tapped his medallion. “I’m from the School of the Cat, so I’d be a kitten.”

There was a moment of silence before Eloise let out a ‘PFFFT!’ and burst out laughing. “Did you really just—“

“I can leave right now!” Veko exclaimed, but there was no heat behind it. Eloise’s laugh was loud and hoarse, hardly ladylike or cute, but for some reason Veko liked hearing it. He wanted to hear it again.

Eloise wiped tears from her eyes. “Just eat your stew, Witcher,” she said.

“Veko,” Veko said. “My name is Veko.”

“Veko,” Eloise repeated, like she was getting used to how it sounded. “Nice to officially meet you, husband.”

Veko started scratching his burns. “Oh gods.”

Eloise smacked his hand like she’d done last year. “Stop doing that,” she snapped. “You’re going to make it worse.”

“I’ve had it for fifteen years; I don’t think it’s going to get worse.”

Eloise was quiet. “How—? Never mind.”

“No, it’s ok,” Veko reassured her. “My brother and I got into a fight. Or something. I can’t remember. But it was an accident, either way.”

“Is your brother also a Witcher?”

Veko nodded, having just stuffed his face with stew again. “Yah,” he said, his mouth full. He swallowed. “Identical twins, actually. Though my hair’s longer and he’s a bit bulkier than I am. His name’s Hamra.”

“Veko and Hamra,” Eloise said, “twin Cat Witchers, huh?”

“Yes ma’am,” Veko replied. Over the course of the meal, Veko explained the basics about the Cats and their caravan, how they worked and why they occasionally split up. Eloise, for her part, only asking questions when he’d finished a story and let him talk most of the conversation. Normally, talking is what Veko was used to, but both times he’d been with this woman she’d shocked him into silence. It was nice to be comfortable again.

Night settled quickly and when they finished their respective meals, Eloise took both their bowls to wash. “I’m going to set a cot up for you,” she said over her shoulder.

“What, no bed?” Veko teased.

“Other than my father's bed, there’s only one other and it’s mine,” Eloise replied.

“Not enough room for husband and wife?”

Eloise suddenly turned serious. Without even turning to him she said, “I’ll not bed you, Witcher.”

Veko held his hands up in surrender, even though her back was still turned. “Ok,” he said softly. “Just messing around, sorry. Didn’t mean to upset you, truly.”

Eloise sighed deeply and finally turned to him. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I just. I don’t want that. From anyone, ever. It’s—it’s hard to explain. Just thinking about... that... makes me... extremely uncomfortable.”

Veko nodded. “I understand,” he said. “I mean, I don’t, but I respect that.”

Eloise smiled. “Thank you,” she said.

“Is that why me being your husband is useful?” Veko asked; Eloise’s heart rate sped up. “I don’t have a problem with that!” he quickly assured her. “It’s just, last year you said something to that effect.”

Eloise looked him in the eye for a moment, maybe trying to assess if he was telling the truth? And then nodded. “Yes.”

“Well, that’s no problem here,” Veko said. “Gods know I only really come through this area once a year. I could swing by to keep up appearances.”

“And I could help you bleed Lennart dry of all his coin.”

Veko smirked. “I like the way you think.”

Eloise smirked back. “I think this is going to be a very successful partnership.”

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Chapters: 14/20 Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Rosie Zampano, Oliver Banks, Original Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas, Annabelle Cane, Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Basira Hussain Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, Scars, Eventual Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, I'll add characters and tags as they come up, Reference to injuries and blood, Character Death In Dream, Nudity (not sexual or graphic), Nightmares, Fighting

Summary: Following the events of MAG 200, Jon and Martin find themselves in a dimension very much like the one they came from--with second chances and more time.

Chapter summary: Martin tells Tim everything that’s happened to him and Jon, and about the fear entities that now inhabit this dimension.

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“Damn.” Tim stood up and looked down at Jon lying on the bed, where he and Martin had just deposited him. “He is really out of it.”

“Yeah. That—that happens.” Martin decided it was a little cool in the bedroom, and pulled the blanket over Jon. When he looked up again, Tim was staring at him in a very specific way that he decided to ignore. “Thanks for helping me get him back here.”

“Well, you definitely weren’t getting any help from him. So… are we still doing this?”

“Yeah.” Martin took one last look at Jon; at least he still looked peaceful. “Let’s, um—let’s go to the sitting room. Can I get you some tea? Or—”

“No.” Tim shook his head as they made their way back out of the bedroom. “Can I ask—are we doing this now because Jon is knocked out?”

“No,” Martin said immediately, then thought a little more. “Well—mostly no.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means—” Martin tried to think of the best way to say it. “Look, he knows we have to tell you. I just don’t get the feeling he—I think it’s better if I do it.”

“Better for who?”

“I—” Martin sighed. “Look—we can wait until he wakes up, if you want.”

“Nope.” Tim sat on the couch and turned to Martin. “That’s all right.”

Martin grabbed the chair from Jon’s desk and brought it over to face Tim. As he did so, he realized he’d thought through how to tell certain parts of the story quite a lot, but others not nearly as much. One thing he hadn’t really thought about at all was how to start.

“Are you sure you don’t want tea?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine. Ok—ok. So.” He took a deep breath. “Five years ago—about—we all started working in the archives together. Sasha applied for the head archivist job and she got it; she asked you and Jon to take assistant positions, and I interviewed for the third one and—well, Sasha gave me a chance. Right?”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Right…”

“And since then—I mean, we’ve done, like—pretty normal archive stuff. And sure, the Institute is a bit off, like—the stuff people want us to store for them and the research and all that, but it’s been fine, right?”

“Um…”

“I mean compared to what’s been happening since—since Jon and I disappeared.”

“Yeah, ok. I’ll give that to you.” Tim continued to look at him expectantly.

“Ok. Ok. Well—it happened a different way, too. Some—somewhere else.”

“Ok.” Tim sat back and crossed his arms over his chest.

“And look—no matter how I tell this—it’s not going to make sense until I really get it all out. So—”

“I’m listening.”

“Right. It’s just that it’s—”

“Martin.”

“Ok. So five years ago, in this—other place, we all started working in the archives. Only—only Sasha wasn’t the head archivist, Jon was.”

Tim shifted his weight on the couch, but didn’t uncross his arms. “You know he applied for the position? I’m not supposed to—no one knows I know that, actually. Not even Jon.”

“Huh.” Martin hadn’t been aware. “I mean—I didn’t know either, but that makes sense.”

“Does it? We all knew Sasha was applying, and she was way more qualified. Nothing against Jon, just—objectively, she was.”

“I mean that it makes sense given—well, ok, we’ll get to that. So you know the people here that started coming in to talk to us—the interviews and the—the statements, the written ones—the thing is, there, that was what we did. It was what we’d always done at the Magnus Institute, in the archives. The written statements, they went back years. Like, two hundred years and then some from before the Institute existed. And we researched them and filed them and we all just—it was normal.”

Tim was listening, which was all Martin could ask.

“So we—we didn’t necessarily believe all of them—though maybe we did more than we said—but then—Jane Prentiss happened.”

Martin told him everything he could remember about it, everything that he could organize into sentences, and Tim’s expression stayed almost the same the entire time. He realized Tim was still trying to decide what to make of it when he got to the part about Sasha being replaced, because even after hearing about what happened to him and Jon with the worms, that was really the first time Tim’s face changed.

“Wait.” Tim finally interrupted him. “This—this happened, or—”

“Yes,” Martin said, “and I know, it doesn’t make sense yet—”

“But—this happened to you? Us? Sasha?”

“Yes.”

“When, though? When you—disappeared, or—”

“No. That happened at the end. Just—”

“Ok. Ok—but Sasha, she—she changed? She became this—”

“No. She—she was replaced. Sasha—” He didn’t like thinking about it now any more than he ever had. “Sasha died. She was gone. And none of us knew.”

“But if none of us knew—”

“Well, that’s not entirely true, Melanie knew, sort of. And then later Jon figured it out, but—well, there’s more. Just—just listen.”

“Does this come back to—to now, though?”

“Yes. In the end, it—it will.”

Martin took another breath and continued; Tim seemed much more invested now than he had been initially, and that unfortunately made it a little harder to tell the story. He eventually got to the part about Tim and what happened to Danny.

“Wait.” As soon as Tim realized where it was going, he leaned forward, uncrossing his arms. “Start over again.”

So Martin started over again, and this time he got all the way through to the end before Tim interrupted him.

“Why Danny? Why would that happen to him?”

Martin shrugged, then regretted it as he realized what a casual gesture it was. “I don’t know. It’s not really clear why—why anyone.”

“But what did he do? Why?”

“Tim, he didn’t do anything. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

“Why didn’t I stop it, though? Did I say why I didn’t at least stop him from going back? I mean, he came to me.”

“Tim—” Martin stood up from his chair and sat next to Tim on the couch. “You didn’t know. You couldn’t have.”

“But if this happened—this happened?”

“Yes. It happened.”

“I would have known something wasn’t right. He came to me. How hard would it have been to—to just stay up with him?”

“Tim, that’s not how they work.”

“They. The—the fears?”

“Yes. And the people and the—things—that serve them.” Martin ran a hand over his face before continuing. “They manipulate you. They—they trap you. Like they trapped all of us at the Institute.”

“So you said. So what—I just let it go? I went to work at the Institute but then just forgot about it?”

“No. Not at all. Actually, after that, you—well, ok.” He told Tim everything he’d learned about the Unknowing, everything that Basira and later Jon had told him about it.

“Good,” Tim said, after Martin told him how it had ended. “At least I knew how to go out, anyway.”

Martin cringed as the memory of cleaning out Tim’s desk after Peter Lukas took over the Institute hit him all over again. Tim might have seen it, or maybe he didn’t, but either way he sat back on the couch again and seemed to collect himself.

“Go on. I still don’t know where this is all going. And you still haven’t said anything about why Elias was doing all this. Why he was trapping everyone into working at the Institute for the—the Eye?”

“Yeah. Right. Well—he wasn’t. Not really.” Martin continued the story, explaining how he had done his best to try to protect everyone after Peter had taken over the Institute, but ultimately hadn’t done anything at all except fall into another trap. He explained how Jon had woken up and his abilities had been stronger, how Jon had done everything he could to keep everyone safe and to prevent any further rituals—but in the end, that too had all been a manipulation. He told Tim how he and Jon had learned that Jonah Magnus had been operating through the successive heads of the Magnus Institute.

“So—Elias, then—”

“We never met him. Not really.”

“Ok—go on. So Jon came after you, and then what?”

“We left. We went as far away as we could get quickly.”

“You and Jon—together?”

Martin had left out some of the more personal details of the story, but Tim had read between the lines. Martin nodded.

“Fair enough. Go on.”

“Well—it wasn’t far enough. Jonah knew where we were—”

“Well, yeah—”

Martin sighed. “—and he used Jon to trigger an apocalypse. It turned out that everything Jon had been doing—all the avatars he’d confronted, all the things he’d done to try to save us, the rituals he’d been trying to stop—they’d all marked him. He’d been marked by every single entity, and Jonah used that to start an apocalypse. He unleashed all the fears.”

“What?”

“Like—the world ended. It was just fear. Everywhere. People were trapped in these domains and they couldn’t leave them and they just lived their fear. And the Eye—watched it all. Through Jonah.”

“What? I’m sorry, I just—”

“Literally the end of the world. I can’t really say it any differently. Like there was one where everything was on fire, and another one that was just a giant carousel but—well, never mind that—and oh god, once we had to jump off the side of a cliff—”

“All right, I’ll just—accept that, I guess?—I did not think that was where this was going—but ok, how did you say Jon started this exactly?”

“He didn’t. Jonah did.”

“Ok but—he used Jon—how?”

“He sent a statement. And Jon read it. He still needed to do that. Obviously we didn’t know it was from him—we thought Basira sent it—”

“Fuck. Really?”

“Yeah, well.”

“And you didn’t stop him?”

“I wasn’t there. Just—for a moment. I told you, they always had this way of—”

“Never mind. But I still don’t get it. You said this all happened. So… why are we here?”

“It didn’t happen here. It happened—I’m getting there.”

He skipped most of the journey through the apocalypse; he picked up again when they got back to London and reunited with Melanie and Georgie. He explained how they had found Jonah, and how Jon had realized he had the option to take over the apocalypse in Jonah’s place.

“And—what?” Tim asked. “End it?”

“No.” Martin shook his head. “He couldn’t do that. We weren’t sure what he could do exactly, but he knew he couldn’t do that. He could maybe—shift things around. Maybe make it not so bad for—for some people. For a while.” He deliberately didn’t explain exactly what that meant, and very deliberately left out the other option Jon had eventually arrived at.

“So—did he?”

“Not—not then. We didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on—that.”

Tim nodded.

Martin decided to skip some other details too. “Well—not long after, Annabelle Cane—”

“The—the spider person?”

“Yeah. She told us about another way. A way that we could end it. By—by letting the fears out.”

“Out? Out where?”

“There was a—a crack. A gap. Um—between dimensions. That place—where all this happened—it turns out it was just one of who knows how many realities.”

“Ok. Why would she tell you that, though? Didn’t they like it there?”

“She said—she said at the time that, eventually, that whole world was doomed. In the end, the—well, Death—the fear of Death—would kill everything, and the entities would remain alone with nothing left to—to feed them. And obviously she didn’t want that.”

“Oh.” Martin could see that the wheels in Tim’s head were starting to turn; he’d have to pick up the pace a little bit more if he wanted to tell it himself.

“So—we voted.”

“You voted.”

“Yeah. And we voted to let them out. To end it.”

“Right. Ok—makes sense, I guess, but—what did that mean? I guess you would get rid of them, but—then where would they go?”

Martin paused a moment. “We—we didn’t know. We talked about it a lot but in the end—we couldn’t know, and we knew the people in that place were suffering. And the other option was Jon taking over. Given that he couldn’t stop it, that didn’t seem like it should be a real option to—to most of us. Well, some of us.”

Tim glanced back in the direction of the bedroom. “I can see that. Ok—so you voted to let them out. Did you?”

Martin considered what he should say; he opted for the short version. “Yeah. Yeah, we did.”

“And what happened? Did the apocalypse end?”

“Jon says it did.”

“What—what does that mean?”

“Jon and I—we—we ended up here.”

“Here? What do you mean?” Tim narrowed his eyes and looked hard at Martin.

“Jon and I ended up here. On the—in front of the Institute. And you found us. Eventually. After a couple of months, I’m guessing.”

Tim didn’t move for about thirty seconds, then his eyes went wide and he jumped up from the couch.

“No. No no no no—”

“Yeah.”

“What happened to the Jon and Martin that were here, then? Where did they—”

“We’re them, too. It’s really hard to—”

“Wait. Did they—the—fears, the entities, whatever you call them—did they come here too?”

“Yes.” Martin looked down at his feet.

“And that’s why all this—no. No. Did you—did you know? Did you know they would end up here?”

“I told you we didn’t.”

“You didn’t know what would happen and you all just decided to send them on out? Like a big goddamn gift to—to—”

“We didn’t know. And—” Martin took a breath. “We didn’t all decide that. Jon—Jon didn’t want to.”

“But he let you. And anyway, it doesn’t count if he only didn’t want to because he got to be some kind of—what, apocalypse god?”

“It wasn’t like that that.”

“All right, what was it like then? Explain.”

“He didn’t really want to do it. It was—he would have—”

“I would have ended it.” Martin on the couch, and Tim in front of it, both turned their head toward the hallway where Jon was now standing.

Tim answered faster than Martin could. “Martin said you couldn’t end it.”

“I couldn’t make it go away. There were other ways to end it.”

“Jon—”

“Don’t protect me, Martin. Not—like that.”

Martin looked at Tim’s face again; he was deep in thought.

“It was your decision, then?” he finally asked Jon.

“Yes.”

“Why did you let them out?”

Martin interrupted. “I told you, we voted, and—”

“Martin,” Jon said gently, and Martin stopped.

Tim waited.

“I tried to keep them there, but I didn’t—I didn’t plan for everything. And in the end, there were—sacrifices I wasn’t willing to make. That I still wouldn’t make.” He met Martin’s eyes, and Tim also turned slowly back to Martin.

“Jesus Christ.”

Martin continued to hold Jon’s eyes, but he could see Tim furiously typing into his phone next to him. For the first time ever, he vaguely wished that he could know what Jon was thinking. It would have almost been worth it.

“Jon—”

“It’s all right.” He was still speaking in the same soft voice. “It really is. It was time. But I am—I am going to have a cigarette.” Jon walked out to the balcony, and a few moments later the faint smell of smoke wafted in through the door. Everything felt like it had slowed down for Martin; Tim seemed able to move at an impossibly fast pace as he answered his phone and started shouting into it.

“Just—just come over here,” he was saying, as Martin began to make sense of his words. “No, you need to hear this from them, there’s no way I can—well if they’re closing the place, it sounds like you have to leave. No, just come straight here. Sasha—no, believe me, none of it matters. None of it. Just leave.”

He hung up his phone and looked blankly at Martin for a moment; he started to say something, but then shook his head and held out a finger toward Martin.

“No. No, there are some things I need to hear from him.” He started out toward the balcony, and Martin stood up.

“Tim—leave him alone. He’s—”

“It’s fine,” Jon called into the flat. “I’ll—I’ll talk to him. It’s ok.”

“Damn right, you’ll talk to me. I need to—” One of them closed the door to the balcony and Martin could only hear Tim’s general intonations; he could barely hear Jon at all. In a moment he gave up trying to listen, and sat down on the couch. He leaned back and closed his eyes, and tried not to have too many thoughts for the moment; he didn’t open them again until he heard an anxious knocking at the front door.

“Come in,” he shouted, and Sasha opened the door just wide enough to poke her head in; once she saw Martin, she walked in and closed it behind her.

“Tim said I should—” She stopped as she focused on Martin’s face over the back of the couch. “Martin, are you all right?”

“No,” he answered.

“Look, I’ve—” she came around to the other side of the couch and set her bag on the coffee table as she sat down. “They’ve closed the entire Institute while they’re investigating the—I just have no idea what to do right now. Tim called, and he’s been sending messages since then, but to be honest I don’t understand any of them. I’m lost.”

“Yeah.” Martin nodded, then dropped his forehead into his hand. “I just told Tim about—everything.”

“I gathered that,” Sasha said. “He seems—upset.”

“Yeah, well, he should be.”

“That’s him outside with Jon?”

“Yeah.”

“Hang on.” Sasha walked to the back door that led to the balcony and opened it. “Tim, I’m—”

“Oh god. Sasha. Oh shit.” Clearly whatever they had been discussing had not calmed Tim down at all. “We are so fucked.”

“Tim, I can see you are upset, but—”

“No. Upset does not even begin to describe what I am right now. I am—I am leaving. I need to leave.” He walked toward the front door.

Sasha started to follow him. “Tim—”

“Let him go,” Jon said.

“Fuck off,” Tim said, then turned to Martin. “You too. Screw both of you. Sasha, just—call. Call later.”

He left, slamming the door behind him.

“I’m sorry,” Sasha said, sighing. “I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but—”

“No,” Jon said, “he’s right to be angry.”

“Do you—think you can tell me whatever you told him?” Sasha asked.

“I can tell you,” Jon said, and then looked to Martin. “Are you all right?”

“No,” he said again. “How are you feeling? You were pretty out of it.”

“I’m—I’m all right, actually.” Jon took a seat next to Martin on the couch, and picked up his hand. “You don’t have to stay here for this. If you—”

“Yes, I do.”

Jon nodded. Sasha went to sit on the chair Martin had brought over earlier, and Martin protested. “No, Sasha—I can sit there—you can—”

“No, stay there.” Sasha smiled weakly. “I’ll be fine here.”

It wasn’t quite like listening to a statement—Martin could have interrupted if he’d wanted to—but Jon’s voice held that same contradictory combination of emotion and detachment it always had when he’d been reading a statement. The end result was that he seemed to explain everything twice as well in half the time that Martin had, and Sasha had remained drawn in and silent until the end.

“Tim should have heard it from you,” Martin mumbled, while Sasha took a moment.

“No,” Jon said. “I think—I think Tim needed to hear it from you, actually.”

Martin started to ask him what he meant, but Sasha broke her silence.

“So—now what?”

“Wait,” Martin said. “Aren’t you mad?”

“I’m—” Sasha considered. She looked tired, maybe in shock, but not angry. “I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, this—sucks—but… I don’t know. What would I have done? I mean—” She laughed awkwardly. “I guess I would have died—”

Martin flinched.

“No—no, I’m sorry. I just meant—I really don’t know how to deal with this—there weren’t any right answers, were there?”

“If there were, I never chose them.” Jon absentmindedly reached for Martin’s hand again, and looked at him briefly when Martin held on to it harder than expected.

“I mean, I know why Tim’s angry,” Sasha continued. “But in the end, you—you really did save all those people.”

“I’m not sure I’d say—”

“But you did,” Sasha said. “Yes, they went through something awful, and I’m sure they were worse for it, but—their lives still had value. They still wanted to live, didn’t they?”

“Yes,” Martin said.

“And here—I know it’s already cost a lot—but we still have a chance. Don’t we?”

Neither of them answered her.

“Fine, but—I have to believe we do,” Sasha said. “I mean, Jon—even the—the Eye—it can’t see into other dimensions, right? And the Web probably—probably didn’t really anticipate all of this, right?”

“No,” Jon said. “It doesn’t work like that. At least not for the Eye.”

“So maybe—just maybe—things are different enough here that—I need to think.” Sasha pressed her knuckles to her mouth for a moment. “Jon, I imagine you still have some—influence over this situation?”

Martin looked at him, and Jon nodded. “Some. Yes.”

“How exactly do you plan on using it?”

“I don’t know,” Jon replied. “One way or another, I don’t—I need to make sure they don’t get out again.”

“Understood.” Sasha continued to press her hand to her mouth. “But we have time, right? Some, at least?”

Jon nodded again. “Yes. Of—of course.”

Martin squeezed Jon’s hand again.

“All right. Give me—give me a day or so just to—to really absorb all this. Then we’ll talk it out. Tim—oh, hang on.” She checked her phone, and scrolled down through a few messages that had gone unchecked while she’d been listening to Jon. “He says he’s going to visit Danny.”

“Good,” Jon said.

“Anyway, he’ll come around.” She thought a little bit more. “And I guess we should tell Melanie, and—and Elias.”

Jon stiffened. “Do you really think he—”

“After what he went through today, he—he deserves to know.”

Jon didn’t exactly relax. “Yes, fine. All right.”

“Will you two be all right if I go? Just—like I said, to gather my thoughts?”

For some reason they were both looking at Martin.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I’ll be all right.”

“I’m glad you told us,” Sasha said, standing to grab her bag from the table. “I know that took a lot. And Tim—he really will come around.”

Jon walked with her over to the door and she said something quietly that Martin couldn't hear; then she left, and Martin crumbled into the couch.

***

“Come to bed.”

Martin, who had been doing his best to bury himself between the cushions and the back of the couch ever since Sasha left, turned over to face Jon. “I can sleep out here tonight, if you want.”

Jon knelt to be at eye level with him. “Why would I want that?”

“I don’t know.”

Jon sighed and crossed his legs to sit on the floor. “Martin—what did you think would happen when we told them?”

“I don’t—I mean, of course Tim is mad, but—Ok, I guess I really wasn’t actually thinking about how they would react at all. I just thought it would be better to have it out. That it would feel better.”

“Does it?”

“Obviously not.”

Jon nodded, and reached out to touch Martin’s face. His touch was comforting, which Martin had somehow not been expecting.

“I mean, Tim was bad—but at least it felt—”

“It felt right. That he was angry.”

“Maybe. It’s just that when I was telling it to him, and I was hearing myself say it—I’d really forgotten how bad it was. I mean, I hadn’t forgotten, but—I guess I’m not living it anymore. And that’s not fair. It’s not fair to the other Sasha and the other Tim and everyone else we left behind. I just guess I feel—”

“Guilty.”

“Hm.” Martin closed his eyes, concentrating on the feel of Jon’s hand. “And then Sasha—it’s like she just didn’t get it. I mean, no—I think she got it. She heard all of it and I think she believed it, but she should have been angry? At least—a little.”

“She still might be. They both have a lot to process.”

“Sure, but—she was so optimistic. She just doesn’t know. She never felt—”

“She just said what you’ve said.”

“I know. And when I heard her say it—it made me wonder if that’s how you think about me when I… I mean—we were both there, but you went through so much more than I did. I felt—I felt sorry for her.”

“Martin,” Jon said, “I have never once felt sorry for you. Worried, or—or sad, or—but no, never pity.”

Martin opened his eyes to look at Jon again.

“Are you mad that I told them?”

“No. I told you I understood. It was time.”

Martin sat up, and Jon moved to sit next to him.

“What are we going to do?” he asked.

“Go to bed,” Jon answered.

“I meant—”

“I know what you meant.” Jon touched his leg. “We let Sasha think. She tells Melanie and Georgie and—Elias, and Tim makes up his mind about what he wants to do.”

“And then what?”

“We talk.”

“Jon—” Martin sighed. “I don’t want to push, but—how does this all end up different from before?”

Jon pulled his hand back. “I don’t know. Maybe it doesn’t.”

They sat a little while longer, until Jon stood up and held a hand out for Martin. “Let’s go to bed.”

“All right.”

“Wait,” Jon said, after Martin got up. “Would you—would you eat something first? I didn’t want to interrupt you earlier. I thought you could use a moment.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“You know, Martin—you are a bit of a hypocrite.”

“Yeah, I know.” He put his arm around Jon’s shoulders and kissed his head, and was briefly pulled back in his memories to the day he’d cut his hair for him. That was all he wanted; just that—or, well, a future where some days got to be like that one.

Why was that so much to ask for?

“But I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jon answered.

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My Top 10 Favorite Songs of All Time - 2006 Edition

2021 Editor’s Note: I was looking through some old files and found this thing that I wrote sometime in the summer of 2006 at age 22. For all I know, it could’ve been 15 years to the day! Looking back, I’m not sure how many of these songs would still make my top 10. Don’t get me wrong, I still love all of these tunes, but I’m sure you know how it goes - You get older, you get exposed to more things, and your idea of good music expands. Anyway, I thought it might be nice to share with anyone who still uses this site. I present it in its original format without edits to my writing. I ended up writing full posts in this blog about some of these songs if you go through the archive.

Stu’s Top 10 Favorite Songs…Ever

Let’s start with some honorable mentions. These were so close, and I thought about it for so long, but they had to be left off.

Honorable Mentions

All Summer Long – The Beach Boys

All Summer Long. 1964. Capitol

This song has been described so many times as being “the perfect summer song.” When you listen to it, you can’t help but smile from the opening marimba intro, all the way through. It just screams “summer” and it hurt me to leave The Beach Boys off my top 10.

Bleed American – Jimmy Eat World

Bleed American. 2001. Grand Royal

So full of energy, so rocking, and so what would’ve been the most recent song on my list. I wanted to keep it in the top 10 just so I could have a song from the ‘00s, but it wasn’t meant to be. When the chorus kicks in, I can’t help but headbang.

Marie – Randy Newman

Good Old Boys. 1974. Reprise

Randy has said that a lot of young composers pick “Marie” as their favorite Newman song, and I can see why. The idea of a guy having to be drunk to tell his wife that he loves her is pretty funny, and throughout the whole song it’s just the beautiful melody with tons of strings, all to a tune about a guy ripping on himself as he comes home drunk to his wife.

Does He Love You? – Rilo Kiley

More Adventurous. 2004. Brute/Beaute

I guess this is newer than Bleed American, so it would’ve worked too. This is another more recent song that it killed me to leave off the list. The outro is an arrangement of the main tune with a different chord progression performed by a string quartet. Very beautiful. Also when Jenny Lewis screams “Your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me,” I get chills every time.

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So here it is. After a long day’s work, I’m finally finished. It actually turned out much different than I was thinking when I first started. The number one wasn’t really even in my top five when I started, but I slowly realized I loved it so much. I also left Ben Folds (Five) off this list completely, and I don’t know, I just feel the whole catalogue of Ben is so solid, none of the songs stick out to me that much. But anyways, here it is! After the break of course…

Stu’s Top 10

10.

(Love Is Like A) Heat Wave – Martha and the Vandellas

Heat Wave. 1963. Motown.

This one beat out “Bleed American” just barely. The reason being that somehow, despite being nearly 40 years older than Bleed American, it still has so much energy that it kills. Dan Bukvich once told our Jazz Arranging class that you can boil all the oldies you hear on the radio down to three categories: 1) Great Song. 2) Great Performance. 3) Great Arrangement. This song is one of the great performances. The handclaps throughout, combined with the driving baritone sax behind everything and constant snare drum action will keep anybody with blood running through their veins dancing all night long.

Bodhisattva – Steely Dan

Countdown to Ecstasy. 1973. MCA

This song is my Freebird. It’s just a basic blues progression song at its core with some minor changes at the end of the form. The real kicker that drives this song home is the three minute guitar solo in the middle that isn’t nearly as rocking as Freebird, but it is highly proficient and takes me to places that just make me want to play the song over and over again. I have no idea what this song is about, probably Buddhism, but hey, this once again proves that lyrics rarely matter and the music itself is the core.

Zanzibar – Billy Joel

52nd Street. 1978. Columbia

This song reminds me of long car rides on vacations down the west coast with my parents growing up. They used to play a tape of 52nd Street, or at least their favorite selections, constantly on these trips. I didn’t hear this song again until early in my senior year in college and remembered why I loved it so much. The song has a heavy jazz influence, displayed in the breakdown where Jazz trumpeter Freddie Hubbard does a solo. The best part of this song though is at the end of the 4th line of each verse, Billy does this “Woah oh oh!” thing that just makes me want to sing every time. It was between this and “Miami 2017 (Lights Go Out On Broadway)” which is also a great song, but the “Woah oh oh!” is too much for ol’ Stu boy.

Rosalita (Come Out Tonight) – Bruce Springsteen

The Wild, the Innocent, and the E Street Shuffle. 1973. Columbia

Early Bruce Springsteen records have something that very few other artists can ever pull off without sounding cheesy or forced. It has this undeniable sense of urgency, like the world will fall apart and life will crumble through your fingers if this one moment in time doesn’t work out the way Bruce describes it. There are so many early Springsteen songs that just set a scene of “We have to get out of this town right now girl before it kills us, no matter what any of our parents, friends, anybody has to say.” There’s a line that kinda sums it up: “Well hold on tight, stay up all night ‘cause Rosie I’m comin’ on strong. By the time we meet the morning light, I will hold you in my arms. I know a pretty little place in southern California down San Diego way. There’s a little café where they play guitars all night and all day. You can hear ‘em in the back room strummin’, so hold tight baby ‘cause don’t you know daddy’s comin’.”

I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Frank Sinatra

Songs For Swingin’ Lovers! 1956. Capitol

This song falls into the category of great arrangement. This Cole Porter classic tune was arranged for Sinatra by Nelson Riddle. The story goes that he was still copying down parts for the players while riding in the cab to the recording studio on the day of recording. After the players ran through it once with Frank, they stood up and applauded. The Baritone sax takes control here, outlining a Db6/9 chord throughout the intro. Of course, Frank’s vocal delivery is spot on and goes up and down in all the right places for the biggest emotion impact. It’s amazing how a song with no real chorus can be so good.

A Change Is Gonna Come – Sam Cooke

Ain’t That Good News. 1964. RCA Victor

This song was not even going to be on this list, but then I ran across it while scouring my collection of music and remembered how good it was. Then I listened to it and was blown away by the level of detail that went into this arrangement. Sam’s vocals soar above the mind blowingly beautiful arrangement. The lyrics to this one actually add to the tune itself, speaking of wrongdoings in the world around him, and how social change is on its way in the form of the civil rights movement. The song flows with such ease out of Cooke that one might forget the weightiness of the content, but the song’s content is just so heavy that it’s impossible to deny it.

Whatever – Oasis

Whatever EP. 1994. Creation

This song was released as a Christmas present to the U.K. from the Gallagher brothers and company. It never appeared on any full album, only being released as a single, and amazingly, it blows away anything else they’ve ever done. Think “All You Need Is Love,” but with tons of rocking energy and a snide, nonchalant attitude. The chorus speaks, “I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I choose and I’ll sing the blues if I want. I’m free to be whatever I, whatever I like, if it’s wrong or right, it’s alright.” Not exactly poetry, and the song isn’t exactly breaking any new ground either, but the song is absolutely perfect in every way, and it was going to be my #1, but perhaps the only reason it’s not at number one is because I’ve played this song so many times that at the moment, these next three are beating it, but who knows how I’ll feel in a few months. This song also pulls the same “outro performed by a string quartet” thing as “Does He Love You?” but even better. It’s so simple, but I can’t get enough of it.

Mr. Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Out of the Blue. 1977. Jet

This is obviously the best Beatles song that the Beatles never wrote. The staccato guitar during the verse combined with the strings present in just about every ELO song combine to make a force that is undeniably catchy and musically challenging at the same time. This is really what makes ELO so good. I didn’t discover this song till probably Nov. 2005, and it was one of the best days of my life. I didn’t want to include two songs by the same artist in my top 10, but if I did, I probably would’ve added “Turn To Stone” on this list too because it is almost as awesome as this one. It’s a shame that just like Billy Joel, most critics at the time hated ELO for being overly creative musically (they called it pretentiousness). These days we have acts that really are pretentious (see Radiohead), but everyone loves them, even critics. I’m not knocking all Radiohead, just most everything post OK Computer. Sorry, got a little sidetracked there.

Only In Dreams – Weezer

Weezer. 1994. Geffen

This has been my favorite Weezer song since about a month into me picking up Weezer’s debut album back around early 2000. It has this ostinato (a repeated motif over and over again) in the bass throughout most of the whole song, never even really resolving to the Gb major chord (excluding chorus, which never really resolves) that it wants to until the end of a 3 minute contrapuntal guitar duet when everything dies out except the bass which just retards on its own until it finally plays the single Gb we’ve all been waiting for. The song on the whole up until the guitar duet is pretty tame, but once those contrapuntal guitar lines start intertwining, my ears perk up every time. I can sing both lines at separate times upon request and when the drums finally kick back in fully at the climax of the song, I let out a sigh of relief or bang on my car wheel in exultant joy, whichever is more of an option at the time.

All Is Forgiven – Jellyfish

Spilt Milk. 1993. Charisma

I always loved this song from the first time I heard it, but I didn’t realize how much I loved it until maybe April 2006. I found out about Jellyfish first semester of college in the Fall of ’02 and heard this song, and knew it was great. The constant tom-tom driven drums, the fuzzy, almost white noise distorted guitar, and the half time bass throughout. It was great. Then in April I put it on my mp3 player for the walk to school, and then I listened to it for about two weeks straight. Seriously. It runs into the next song entitled “Russian Hill” which is almost as good, but because it’s a separate song, I couldn’t include it on the list, but in my mind, they always run together and are basically one long 9 minute song. The ending just gets more and more white noise filled until you can barely take it anymore and then it just cuts off completely into the slow acoustic intro for Russian Hill. It’s perfect in every way. I think this would fall into the category of great song. And the way the song builds up right to the middle of the song and then cuts out completely except for some very VERY faint xylophone noodling, and then busts back in with some feedback directly into guitar solo. Man I love this song.

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Hobbit Soulmate Pt 29

“I told you,” Lee said making you roll your eyes inside the taxi that was called for the both of you and a string of colorful apartment buildings you were approaching not very far from the studio at all. “That one’s my building.”

“Not bad.” You said and climbed out once parked as he paid. To the door he led you unlocking it to let you in flashing a quick wave to the woman in the office who returned a flinch of a wave and looked you over. Anxiously you smoothed your fingers through your hair laying over your chest in entering the lift another couple exited grinning to the assumed new neighbors they didn’t recognize. “Maybe I should cut my hair when I get back.”

Lee, “Up to you, I love your hair, if it helps.”

Smirking at him you said, “I don’t mind changing my hair. Nearly every role I’ve had till the Selkie one had me in a wig to hide my curls. Even Darkness Falls had me straightening my hair. Let me keep the color though. And the Ring just played up my hair to make me look crazy.”

Down a grey wood lined hall he led the way to one of the last apartments he unlocked and let you inside. From the front hall the laundry was closest to the door with the kitchen behind that open and facing the carpeted living room empty. Past that were the twin carpeted bedrooms with large windows and decent sized closets separated by a shared bathroom. “Nice, really nice,” you said eyeing the un-inflated air mattress still inside the box left in his chosen room, the larger one.

“Told you,” With a nod he said, “They have some flyers downstairs for some of the vacant apartments if you’d like to send them to Richard.”

“Sounds good,”

With a grin he looked you over and said as it drooped, “You really didn’t want this job, did you?”

“It’s a great show, from the little I know about it. Just so used to being ambushed with mystery roles lately I suppose. I’m glad, Rich will be happy I can get paid to be out in Canada too. Suppose the reads will eat my vacation time up.”

“It won’t be that bad.” You nodded and he said, “Let’s go drop by the office, they’ll be glad to hear someone else might want to rent here, might even show you a few more layouts.”

“Oh yes, just what I need. More raised hopes like the guard who I now have lied to on staying home for months.”

Lee smirked at you, “The past two reads have been in New York, come on, you get your days off still.” Stealing a quick hug drawing you along to the door to show you out again. The woman was busy to not be able to show you open rentals in waiting for another couple who made an appointment already, but shared all the possible info on what would be required to rent here and saw you leave her sight. While waiting for the food you ordered at a restaurant Lee watched you use the payphone on the wall to call the airport to confirm the next flight time to New York. From which you sighed once hung up and walking back you flashed him a grin, “Five hours, they will have our tickets ready for us at the desk when we get there.”

“I’m sorry. You can drag me around all month if you like in payback.”

Shaking your head you said, “Maybe we could find a second hand shop nearby. Find you some chairs at least. Possibly some pop up tables.”

That was the plan and post meal conveniently fifteen minutes from the apartment you found a shop and in a chuckle at your own insistence a pair of round lounge loveseats in charcoal grey Lee relented accepting your help in decorating his place. To go with those a set of three triangle tables in a trio of heights enabling tucking them under the largest was added to the mix and the giggling shop keep took your answer of being able to carry the purchases home yourself as a chance for her son to earn his daily pay by using the shop truck to help you take the purchases on the short drive just a few blocks over.

Down to the bustling corners of town you hadn’t been in far too long once again that favored shoe shop welcomed you with milling familiar Queens from the club you dropped in on when in town all flashing waves from their seats a bit busy mid adjustment of their choice of shoes to come greet you just yet granting you a free path to the Queen you wanted. “Jaqi Pear!” Dolly again smiled and hurried around the counter having just come out from the back office there to the bell and gave you a tight hug, “There you are! I saw you in the papers with Lee at that premier. I cannot stand horror flicks but Madi has promised to watch it for all of us and show how amazing we all know you were in it.”

That had you giggle and say, “Not sure how amazing I’ll be for her, I was told not to blink at all in my later scenes.”

Still she looked you over asking, “So, I know you haven’t worn through those shoes yet.”

“No, I was wondering if Lucy and Cher was free.”

That had her gasping, “Your hair?”

You nodded, “They want it to about boob level, when it’s straight, so I figured try to cut it now so in January I could possibly have them help me lighten it to brown.”

Dolly, “For a role I hope, your hair is perfect already.”

“Thank you. Ya, Lee got me wrangled into a tv show up in Canada, last minute of course their main girl dropped out so they needed another crazy lady for his baby sister.”

Dolly nodded her head calling out, “Madi, watch the shop!” Taking your hand to guide you two shops over past a dress shop to a hair salon, half with Queens fixing their wigs on stands secured to vanities and the other half with those working their outgrown natural hair in actual salon stations. “Lucy, Cher!” The two ladies giving tips to a young Queen in training for her first pageant fell silent and smiled seeing who she was bringing to see them with Lucy flashing the purse you had given them on her day to use it still in pristine condition.

“Hello our lovely Lady Pear!” Cher said leading the way to you in the open walkway between the split of the stations. Bending to claim a hug of her own followed by Lucy’s.

Lucy, “What brings you to our little corner?”

Dolly, “Someone needs a haircut.”

Their jaws dropped and you said, “Show starts filming in January, but I figure we could cut it now, see how they like the length when it’s straight before worrying about dying it.”

Cher smoother her fingers through your hair gently easing it straight, “How long?”

“Boob level, roughly when straight.” You said holding your hand to where Tracy had pointed out the original girl had hers. “Which straightening it will be-,”

Lucy cut you off, “So much fun, we have been dying to get our hands on those curls. What color did they want it?”

“I was thinking deep brown, I didn’t tell them but I have a stunt double role afterwards where I’ll need to go blonde,”

Cher, “How blonde?” You pointed at Dolly and they both went, “Ooh,”

Dolly, “Your eyes will be stunning with platinum hair.”

“I figure lightening from brown to blonde will be easier than all in one go.”

Lucy, “You are right there.”

Cher smiled guiding you to her empty station, “You just relax, and let us work our magic.” A few snaps and rings were removed with a group of straighteners brought over to help straighten the sections of your hair that was divided up to ease the job. All over still a bit irritated and puffy the sheets of hair settled around you and in the reflection a bit closer to your elbow the hair was cut for a first look over sure to spring to your shoulders once curled again that the group carefully inched up a bit more to a more playful length in the front sloping down in the back to ensure when curled at least you could still tie it back.

“Thank you, so much.”

Lucy smiled saying, “They will love it this length, plus you still have so much hair to play with still, and when you are ready for that color let us know. We will find the right shade for you.”

Cher, “And don’t you dare bring out any money, you don’t pay here for some trimming.”

“It took over an hour-,”

Cher, “Nope, not a peep, now you go and show off your new length to the streets, and you better strut your stuff.”

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Lee was stunned to say the least, but liked that it still had some give to it and couldn’t help but laugh seeing it curly again in a poof angered and looming barely to your shoulders relaxing a bit over the evening while he was off to a late shift on a temp job for some spare cash. Papers were signed and in two weeks the first read was held with a check of the length the Producers and Director approved of before introducing you to the rest of the cast. 65k an episode was contracted thanks to your lawyer who ensured to add the clause on completing filming of each episode, not just those that are broadcast as Fox was finicky on dropping shows in the past. Thankfully Lee had also landed that clause in his due to his agent’s diligence on the fine print, not on contract speaking levels with Tracy you just hoped she’d taken care of that detail as well as her parents were in producing so she had that foot ahead in the business.

Right away melting into the scripts offered your focused furrow was smirked at and focus approved by all as sign for those you didn’t know that you would do your best to help this show do well. October bled into November, which had you on the bus out to meet up with the wardrobe crew to give the various outfits a try granting them time to tailor then to fit you better.

December had crept up on you and before you knew it from your bed you sighed to the sound of the intercom buzzing trying to tear you from your relaxation with lifted foot bouncing in the air plopping down for you to get up at the next buzz. “I hear you,” you muttered and crossed the apartment to your intercom you hit the button to say, “Hello?”

“Hey Jaqi, thought you might want to get our nails done before the premier.”

Wide eyed you asked, “Jen?”

“Yes,” she giggled into the intercom.

“Um, let me just change,”

Though when you turned your head you heard her say, “Ok, oh.” The door opened beside her and you heard Lee say, “Sorry, um,” the sound cut off and Lee hit the button saying, “She’s on her way up Jaq.” With a point of his hand she nodded and smiled thanking the stunned Lee on his way to lunch with his brother glancing back on her path to the stairs wondering why the star was here as you hadn’t mentioned anything to him the night before.

Shaking your head you hurried to the closet to find and bounce into a pair of jeans covering your panties with just a baggy tank top on you grabbed a bra to slide through the wide open sleeves. The hooks were secured at the knock on your door and you trotted on your toes across the chilly floor wiggling your arms into the straps in time to unlock and open the door grinning for the smiling actress. “Hey, sorry,”

She shook her head walking past you in your step back to let her in, “No problem, thought I might catch you off guard. Nice building.”

“Thank you,” you replied without a giggle guiding her towards the bedroom where the sound of the Green Gables film series was still playing. “You’re not thirsty are you? I think I have some sprite left if Lee didn’t drink it all yesterday.”

“Lee?”

She asked and you glanced back at her from the closet putting on your socks, “The guy who let you in, we went to school together, best friend, lives downstairs.”

“Ah, so that’s how he knew to send me up.”

You giggled and asked, “You know many other people in this building?”

Giggling back she said, “No,” her eyes focusing on your curls asking, “You cut your hair?!”

“Oh, ya, I got a part on a show with Lee, up in Canada, but they want my hair straight, so it’s about past boob level where they want it. Waiting on dying it till January for the filming after the premiers are through.”

“Well I think it’s cute,”

You giggled saying as you grabbed a warm grey sweater sent to you from Richard in his hatred of not being able to see you just yet, “It’s still angry with me. Cute or not.”

A belt was added and she said, “Hair can be so petty sometimes.” In a glance around the room she asked, “Is your heater broken?”

“In a matter of speaking,” you said exiting the closet to turn off the film once your heeled boots were added knowing it was too cold outside for converse, “Someone stole our new furnace off the delivery truck, so the company is sending a new one. Heat is down till tomorrow night, possibly.”

That had her chuckle, “I don’t mean to laugh,”

“Oh no, you can laugh. Every time the landlord buys something from the designated company it ends up stolen. I think they just don’t want to admit they can’t meet the original shipping date. Don’t have many overthrowing delivery trucks no matter how shabby the place may look.”

“This is not shabby. My first apartment had bullet holes to let in the cold.”

“Firehouse on the corner and police on the other with an army recruitment place three doors over, nope, dad was sure this place was bullet free zone. Not to mention he’s friends with the landlord. So he technically has an ear to the ground out here.”

“How is your dad?”

“Good, helping with my new cousins. One of them had to have a surgery,”

“Nothing serious I hope.”

“Oh no, they had this weird little cluster of cysts on their lower back. Thought it might be a tail at first but turns out the twins who used to be triplets had little bits of their brother they ate on their backs,”

She giggled and covered her mouth, “Sorry,”

“Don’t be, the little cannibals were caught red handed. Nothing harmful, gave full scans that was the only hidden pockets the triplet was in. Given the all clear, just their mom is still a bit weirded out about it.”

“Understandably.” With a grin she waited for you to finish grabbing what you needed and walked out with you excited to take you to the high end salon she had booked the private back room to for the pair of you. A gesture in a good day to hang out before her final leg of press the week before the premier when it would be all in front of cameras and divided between required splits from the group for questions, photographs or otherwise.

“So I watched The Ring,” That had you giggling at her finger poking your arm, “Girl you did not blink once!”

“They told me not to, said it would be creepier. And it creeped the nice lady I worked with in my asylum scenes and Naomi especially when she came to talk to me.”

“It is so good though, creepy but good. I did not know you could go that far on that end of the broken scale.”

“Oh yes, got the creepy side out and this next film should show off my lovely depressed side too.”

“I can’t wait, got my invite to the premier, thank you.”

“You are very welcome, you and the guys from the Lord of the Rings all split up the rest of my tickets for the France, London and New York premiers.”

“So what’s this new show about, can you say?”

“Well,” you giggled to yourself drawing her eyes to you in a quick glance. “I work in a gift shop at Niagara Falls, deliberate underachiever since getting my degree, and I start hearing animal figurines talking to me, try to get me to help people around me.”

“That-,”

“It’s so weird but it’s got one of the wittiest most sarcastic bits in a tv script I’ve been given.”

“Oh well if it’s a comedy then that’s good. Who’s putting it out?”

“Fox is behind it.”

“Ooh, nice hear they pay well.”

“Just about passed out hearing how much my lawyer got me.” She looked at you as you said, “65k an episode. I mean it’s not the most, my supposed love interest is getting near double that since he’s been in a few successful films and is better known in Canada. But still, that’s so much money.”

“They must have good hopes for it.”

“Hopefully, if not they worked in a clause I get paid per episode whether or not they get aired or not.”

“Very nice.”

“Yes,” you giggled, “Lawyer is also my grandparents’ and he no doubt is firmly reminded not to let me get dropped into the bin contract wise.”

“Good thing too, we should all have our grandparents choose our lawyers and watch over them. Do us all some good.”

“Didn’t help when they looked into Fox and saw they tend to drop projects all the time by the second season.”

“Ya, tv shows can be like crap shoots sometimes. Why I switched to films and my own music as quick as I could.”

“I do like films better. Even if they flop they feel safer. And you don’t have to worry about too many rewrites.”

“Any new projects?”

“So far there’s a small bit I have in a reshoot out in England, just a few lines for comedy and so far that’s it. Richard’s agent said there’s a few jobs possibly circulating to ask about me when they get their boat together to send out official asks. One would be with Richard, so that would be fun.”

She chuckled and asked, “So where is this mystery man hiding at?”

That had you giggling again. “He’s got a job, they’ve been catching up out in Europe for a few shots before they switch to Canada. Last I heard he had two flights and a train to catch. So just me and my adventures out and about through town to keep me busy. According to everyone I’ve worked with who meets him I mope.” You opened the front door for her and she led the way down the stoop to the waiting suv she opened and hopped into.

Up behind her you climbed in and closed the door ignoring the few flashes from the shivering cameramen who clambered back to their cars to follow you both. “Managed to slip most of the others a couple miles back, not bad just the five of them.”

“Oh no problem. Had some cameras at the airport on the way back from the premier. Apparently a woman thought I was Milla Jovovich.”

She giggles, “Did you have to sign anything?”

“She shoved a magazine at me.”

“Did you do the squiggle?”

“Yes, I couldn’t tell how the name was spelled so first letter squiggle was my go to. That ever happen to you?”

“Oh yes, when I was starting out. Some people didn’t even know my name they just recognized my face not knowing from where and then tried to read my signature to thank me. You get some crazy names when they do that.”

“I bet.” After a moment you asked, “So I guess you’ll be at the Daredevil premier then?”

Her smile split wider, “I don’t know, depends where I am. It’s out when?”

“’04, I think. Ways off.”

“We will see, either way I will be watching it and keeping my eyes peeled for you.”

“Ooh, hope you buy the tape you might need that freeze button.”

“Can’t be that bad,”

“They cut it into two films, then scattered me in random extra bits in Daredevil cuz I got pushed to the Elektra film and even that isn’t guaranteed by the time they finish filming the rest of it around, Jennifer Garner and the other main six. I know I’ll be a Stewardess at least, and I’m drinking in a cafe, twice.”

“Well there you go, can’t just leave it to Ben and the other boys for the whole film, need some gorgeous ladies in the mix.”

“Sorry,” You huffed brushing your hair from your face, “They decided to split it right when I got hurt on that wiring stunt and ended up in a boot. Just bit petty.”

“I nearly broke my foot in Gigli, really don’t look forward to seeing that scene. I get it, others just get to watch the film but we can pinpoint ‘oh that was the day my foot got fucked up’ or ‘I had such bad cramps that day’ or ‘what the hell did they put in my food I’m supposed to be eating in that scene’. I swear sometimes they hide stuff in my food to throw me off. Had a salad once that tasted like cinnamon. Just drove me crazy when they said they didn’t.”

“They put hot sauce in my soup on one of the Lord of the Rings scenes. Was inching close to a cold coming up on a week I’d have to run nonstop and some of the Maori guys said to eat a bunch of peppers and hot sauce and just, oh I was about in tears. And the stomach pains after, I can eat it but their sauce just comes back with a vengeance.” Making her giggle, “I’ve had Indian food more forgiving than that.”

“Yes, certain peppers even have me on my knees. You have to learn your limit early. Did it help at least?”

“With the cold ya, and boy did they brag on it.”

She chuckled and at the fancy salon you eyed the glass walls no doubt sport for those passing by along with the cameramen and after a quick smile your way she led the way out and waited for you to hop down and close the door to follow her inside. A shift of your coat over your side unbunching it from under your arm and up your hand went to brush your curls back that only fell back into your face again thanks to the chilly breeze the cameras would absolutely hate waiting through. Inside the door already the waiting hostess stood blocking the path farther saying in an eerily calm yet nasally voice, “Your private room is ready.” On her heel she turned and Jen smirked to you at her double finger wag over her six and a half foot high apparent shoulder towering over you and similarly curvy and petite Jen to her waif like self. “This way please.”

Holding back the urge to mouth her words and mock her off kilter sway you simply lowered your hands tapping your fingertips under the base of your sweater to your shifting thighs on each step taking in the shop along the way with plenty of eyes fixed on you both. “There you are little Madame!” An exuberant voice sounded and all six foot five of the lanky beautician in staggering five inch heeled boots similar to yours but in bright yellow stood and strut his way over to your side making you giggle at his hand extending that yours laid inside to be patted by his free hand, “I am, awestruck. I watched your show on Broadway, and you earned every ounce of that Tony you tiny ferocious thing you.”

That had you giggle again. “Thank you.”

“Then what do I see you go and do? Repping Miss Queen Dolly’s shoes on that carpet and stage, you are striking, you put her on, the, map.” The final three words accentuated with brief pauses for sassy head swaggers before he turned popping his hip in a centering pose almost before guiding you to the pedicure station on the end that was clearly his for his long legs.

“Queen Dolly’s shoes?” Jen asked pausing at her station beside yours unzipping her raised boot to be put in her rolling cart to house them and her socks.

Turning your head you said, “My grandparents sent me a car to take me shopping for the Tonys and I got turned out of Loubiton and so I went to a friend’s shoe shop, Queen Dolly.”

Your beautician raised his foot pointing to his shoe, “Nearly had to cut a bitch for these.” Spreading Jen’s smile as you giggled removing your first boot and sock you tucked inside it to remove the second still up on your toes. “Queen Dolly and her friends look after me. Helped me my first year when I fell down some subway steps in winter and since, so I couldn’t think of anyone else’s shoes I wanted to wear knowing I’d have to go alone.”

He lifted a finger, “You little Madame made our lives with just flashing those heels on those steps to the stage, and you should have heard the screams through the clubs and our block when the article came out and you named her shop! Now it is the top of the top over those two bit amateur Borodin Brothers shop on 32nd, you know I bought some boots there once and the zipper tore clean off?! Then those assholes made me buy the damn boots like it was my fault they fashioned them together with paperclips.” Up he helped you into the chair and began to roll up your pant legs saying, “You have lovely feet for a dancer. I have trained in ballet, and it is not easy to get your feet like this, you must live in salons.”

“No, I just learned how to do it myself. Salt soaks and pumice scrubs and lotion soaks under socks. Heater is spotty at best and I hate calluses. Bruises are hard enough. Sort of my spoil me time. And my Mate gives the best foot rubs I’d hate to scare him off.”

That had him laugh, “No you do not.”

Jen smirked saying as she settled into the chair beside yours, “I think we should go shoe shopping after this.”

Her beautician smirked saying with a point of his own, “Straight to Loubiton, go wave your cash in their smug faces.” Then he asked, “What color are you wearing to the premier Miss Jen?”

She answered, “It’s this lovely sort of plum color with a metallic sort of finish to it.”

“Ooh, nice,” he replied and looked through his selection of nail polish for a few options for her.

Yours asked, “And what ensemble will you be killing it in?”

“Well it’s black, but with a gold lace accent on the top over a ribbon belt.”

“Ooh,” the men said together.

“So I was thinking maybe a light gold or a pale yellow?”

He nodded and smiled at you, “I think I know just the color.” On his own while you soaked your feet once back with the color of his choosing he asked, “Please tell me you don’t perm that fabulous hair.”

“Oh no, all my curls here.”

“I am so glad of that,” he said brushing his own long curly ponytail back over his back reaching to his belt. “We need some more curls flaunted on the red carpets. And I did love me the good screams watching the Ring, but I was beside myself hoping those were real curls and not forced then run ragged on you in that film.”

“They thought teasing them a bit would make me look more disturbed.”

Jen’s guy scoffed, “The staring did that plenty for me.” Making you grin to yourself in your gut settling down again at your feet.

Their conversation drifted off while Jen shared the rest of her travel plans for the week including press she was scheduled to bounce all across the country to drop in on top tv shows making her ask, “Are you booked for shows for your film?”

“Through Europe mainly. Three in England, a morning and two evening shows, sort of a Letterman vibe.”

“None over here?”

“I did get an email from Good Morning America, they said they would let me know if one of their zoo shows had to cancel. Something about a film they were asked to lend a monkey to.” At her frozen expression you giggled, “I’m bigger in England it seems. Sir Ian McKellen drops your name you get noticed. Not to mention the rumor mill I apparently stirred up over this film. Apparently I heard from Richard’s brother there is now an elephant and a team of hippos in it that are trained for some musical number. If there is it’s news to me.”

She chuckled and said, “Well maybe this premier will change things for you. Make them take notice. We are friends after all I will not hesitate to name drop if I have to.” You giggled again, “Gotta stick together.” Looking you over she asked, “So I’m still not going to be able to meet Richard?” That had you giggle again and cover your face a moment as she said, “Because me and Natasha are just dying to. He looks so nice in those pictures from your other premiers you took him to. Surely he can’t be worth hiding-,”

Lowering your hands still giggling you said, “I will see what I can do. He’s been up to something the only times he’s radio silent is when he’s planning something. Last time was this sweater he mailed me and the time before that he dropped in on me in Texas sharing he was hired as my costar for the new film. So it varies in size.”

“Least it never grows old that way.”

“No it does not,” You giggled out. “Even when we’re at the same place he’s always coming up with dinners or little adventures. Even his dad took us on a tour of the nuclear plants out there one summer.” You caught her eye saying, “His dad used to work at one and it was their summer vacation destination, tours of all of them. Helped to keep him humble.”

“Wow, so his dad worked on nuclear plants and yours worked on oil rigs.”

“Yes, just call us the energy wonder kids couple. His brother does on occasion.”

“How do you surprise him then?” She asked with a smirk making you roll your eyes.

“After the winter break we first met in when I was back to New York I left him one of those day to day calendars with notes and pictures through it. And some sheets since he hadn’t made his bed past tossing old clothes on it.”

“Aww, so sweet.”

“He’s a moper too.”

“Which flower is it you’re allergic to again?” Your guy asked with a pair of bottles in his hands.

“Lavender.” You replied with Jen looking at you while he smiled and bent to grab a yellow bottle on the bottom of his cart.

“Then you miss Madame are going to smell like honey. No one asks for this one and I can not tell you how many people want to smell like different types of flowers. Just about makes your eyes cross by closing time.”

Jen’s smiles saying, “Just got some peach you asked for, love the smell.” He said smirking after stealing another sniff of the scrub for feet and legs.

She smiled saying, “Thank you.” And looked at you asking, “Is that like a severe allergy?”

“Um, I can be around it, for a short time but I know in the other horror film I’m in they washed the nurse costume with lavender and I had to soak with salts to keep from breaking out and to soothe the few rashes I got. Usually I only go to spas when my grandparents plan it and they always call ahead on the restriction.”

“That’s good, I got a cousin whose kid swells up from lima beans, odd allergy. Just actually got a call from her they’re planning to head to the Alamo in the spring, he is obsessed with it.” After a moment she asked, “Have you been?”

“Oh ya, raised in Texas. Sort of required by some. School had a field trip there and to the River Walk. Pretty fun, expensive but fun. Our bus almost got towed actually. The bill for the parking lot got stuck in the slot on the unmanned pay station and it tore in half and by the time the driver came back with a new bill from the bank nearby the tow truck came for its second towing round of the day.” After a moment you asked, “Is it the cowboys he likes? Cuz there are tons of cowboy museums in Texas.”

“He loves cowboys, his dad actually took a work trip to Texas and found a few he’d like.”

“Fun phase, cowboys, then again I grew up in a ranch so I never really grew out of it. Part of why filming in New Zealand was fun, all those horses.”

Jen’s guy asked, “Like a real ranch? Like you rope cattle and all that?”

“Rodeo is a staple back home. We mainly have sheep and horses, one of my uncles runs the bull breeding on the other end of our property. They tend to like it quieter and our donkeys like to agitate them.”

Your guy asked, “You have donkeys too?”

“They’re one of the best guards for sheep. Make tons of noise if they hear anything and they have hooves hard enough to bash the hell out of any coyotes or mountain lions that try to sneak up on the little fluffy guys.”

Jen, “You have mountain lions?”

After a giggle you replied, “Not like pets but they come down sometimes from the peaks to try and scope out our herds. Normally steer clear though after their first scare.”

“So you could just get mauled? Out of nowhere?” She asked.

“We have guns and bows if they do get close, but they don’t generally attack people out of nowhere, more likely to take on the cattle.” Again you giggled at their wide eyed stares, “It’s not as dangerous as it sounds. It just comes with the territory, gonna raise animals you got to be ready to protect them.”

Jen, “You miss the ranch?”

“Sometimes. I can always go home, it is nice not having 4 am chores and jeans without mud caked on them. Do miss the free supply of firewood and fish though. Have our own woods we clear of fallen branches and ponds to fish in. Saves a bundle of you stretch it right.”

Jen, “That sounds nice, little place it in the middle of nowhere. Grow old on some land of your own.”

Her guy said, “Long as I can have some buff guys to keep on hand for some tilling I am all in girl.” Making you giggle with her as the conversation shifted to this ranch film the guys tried to explain rather vaguely to try and figure out the name of the guys lead in it lasting through the leg and foot massage and finish of your pedicure. Foam sandals were given for the walk you were helped down to tenderly step over to the nail station for the second half of your pampering as your feet rested under the lamps above the foot rest.

A bit more the guys asked about favorite films and actors they couldn’t name blending through to the final addition of three fake clear gems on your pinky fingers in a flower design with a tiny black leaf painted on before the final wait to dry under the lamps. Carefully socks and boots were added again with hugs traded as Jen insisted to cover the nail outing then eased her arm through yours saying, “Let’s go find you some shoes.”

Red bottomed with straps ankle to the ball of your foot in a strikingly tall heel the black pair sat on the shelf just above your reach and while Jen had two aids helping her to inspect her own choices the same man from before the Tony’s came over with a creeping grin. “Might I be of assistance?”

“Do you have those in a six?”

His eyes followed your finger seeing the shoes from the year prior soon to be taken down to be replaced by a newer style after not selling too well and he said, “Let me check.” Hurrying off exhaling softly in a calming way in his guess you didn’t remember his turning you away before. For a deal you accepted the pair and brought out the cash for them ticking up his brow a moment seeing you were buying your own shoes while Jen was getting most of hers for free in hopes she would wear them out somewhere in front of cameras. She could have just added your pair to hers but he had to appreciate that even in the big haul of shoes sent out to the way of cameras instead of possible future sales there was still cash in hand. With hold of the bag he eased your pair into you sat back by Jen helping her to wade through her twelve choices for the five she settled on for the upcoming press stops and premiers she had outfits already for each.

Pt 30

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