#i’m with queue til the end of the line

[aphroditeinthesea]

Hi! Could I request a Percy Jackson x Daughter of aphrodite reader angst? (this request is inspired by another fic hehe) Where the percy jackson asks the reader to help woo Annabeth (you can decide how if you decide to do this) since she's A daughter and aphrodite and immediately Assumes that she's a master in the love department but the thing is the reader has a huggers crush on percy but she decides to help him out because everyone in camp knows that percy and annabeth are made for each other (just thinking about helping your crush get on with their crush makes my heart acheee😫 Againn if you decide to pick this up you can decide on the ending!!) That's all I wantttt~~ take care of yourself!!!

“ falling feels like flying (til the bone crush) ”

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite 🌊

a/n i <3 writing percy fics just so i can use a pic of logan lerman (he’s so pretty)

⚠️ extreme and painful longing

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He was so pretty. And that’s coming from a daughter of Aphrodite. Y/N was always admiring him from afar. His black hair that would occasionally be swept away from his face as the wind blew, causing the perfect view of his perfect features. It was confusing how a guy could look that beautiful.

She knew she wasn't the only one who felt that way, of course. Lots of girls had crushes on him. Most prominently, the prettiest daughter of Athena. Who, as if on queue, approached Percy as he was training. She had her curls in a ponytail, no makeup, just sweat that somehow made her glow. She didn't try. And he looked at her like she was all that he worshiped.

“I cant believe youre jealous of her,” one of y/n’s sisters commented.

She scoffed, “I’m not jealous of her,” she faced the other girl, “she’s just a bookworm, who happens to look like if Kate Hudson and Taylor Swift had a baby who was Victoria’s Secret Angel.”

“Mermaid man, twelve o’clock.”

“What?” She turned around to see the son of Poseidon approaching her. She awkwardly flipped her hair to be in front of her shoulders, then a little behind her shoulders, then-

“Y/N! I wanted to talk to you,” he greeted, sitting next to her.

Her sister smirked before walking off with a wink. Her heartbeat quickened, her mind going stupid, “Percsty!” She smiled.

“I have to confess something to you, no one knows, so please don't tell anyone, okay?”

She quickly nodded, “anything, yeah of course. What is it?”

He bit his lips. Oh gods. “I was wondering if you could help me impress Annabeth.”

Heart? Shattered. Brain? Broken. Lungs? Zero air, absolutely nothing.

“You like her?”

He blushed, looking down and fidgeting with his hands, “I do.”

“I can help,” dumbass, “one of the perks of being Aphrodite’s daughter.”

With that, she found herself in cabin three, under terrible, terrible circumstances.

“What’s her favorite flower?”

He thought for a second, “irises.”

Y/N wrote that down in her notebook, which she would promptly be burning at the campfire tonight. The stress was taking her over, she was ready to tear off the pink fluff ball that sat atop the pen.

“Food?”

“Extra olive pizza.”

“Gag me with a spoon,” she blurted as she wrote. “What?”

“What?”

He leaned back on his bed, “you think she’ll like this? I’m not even sure if she likes me back.”

“Trust me,” she sighed, “she does.”

“I dont know.”

“Percy, she does,” she snapped, “especially I planned this whole thing.”

“Thanks for that, by the way,” he grinned, “I really wanna make sure she likes everything.”

“She will,” she reassured. “You know, I never really pegged you as a romantic.”

“Me neither,” he sighed, “but when it comes to her, gods.”

Y/N frowned, “you really love her?”

He stuttered, “I mean, love, that’s a big word. I- uhm- love her- I don’t,” he took a breath, “I do.”

The only way I can explain what y/n thought in that moment was something along the lines of, “alfkhgnlkhsjk.”

She looked next to him from where she was sitting. That’s when she noticed the framed picture on his bedside table. Him and Annabeth, two years ago it looked to be. His arm around her shoulder, both of them seemed to have been laughing when the candid was taken. That's when it hit her. The bright smiles on their faces were the ones she only ever saw when they  were together. Like they both had smiles reserved for the other.

She looked back at the green eyes that were looking at her, “I can tell.”

She stood in the middle of the woods, a few feet away from the camp entrance. She saw the figure approaching her. She reached for her pocket, getting ready.

“Cheese pizza with extra olives?”

She nodded, “yeah.”

“$11.90,” the delivery boy added.

She handed him the money, plus tip, considering he had to come into the middle of the woods for this.

She walked back into camp. Wondering why she was doing this. If she had been one of her siblings, she probably would've tried to sabotage the whole thing. Make sure that Percy and Annabeth never happen. But the way he talked about her? Like she was the center of the universe? She knew she could never compete with the daughter of Athena. His wisegirl.

“You got the pizza?”

She handed it to Percy as he set up the pink irises in a vase, “here,” she muttered, “there’s no change.”

“One pizza costs twenty dollars?” He questioned.

She shrugged, “inflation.” It was kinda depressing. The best revenge she could get was giving an eight dollars and 10 cents tip. She awkwardly played with the skirt of her dress, “I’ll go get Annabeth.”

She hurried to cabin six. She knocked on the door, lucky enough, the blonde opening it, “hey?”

“Annabeth!” she forced a smile, “Percy was looking for you, he wanted you to meet him by the strawberry fields.”

“Oh?”

“Seaweed Brain!” y/n heard the laugh from archery training. She turned around, catching a glimpse of the new couple. Her hand was in his as they walked. Her nose buried in his shoulder as she giggled. For a second, just a second, he looked back at the daughter of Aphrodite. He flashed her smile, wording, “I owe you.”

Yes, you do.

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[clovermunson]

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simply put, food. i’m truly a fat kid at heart.

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[eloquenceassassinated]

“You know, I might as well talk about this...I’ve been trying to figure out why I have no love for Marvel anymore, and I think it’s because I actually got into it for Steve and Bucky’s friendship, and not for the big fights or anything. It wasn’t long after [Raina] moved away, and I needed a new ‘friendship triumphs against all odds’ story to accompany—but not supplant—Lord of the Rings. The first two Captain America movies seemed to fit the bill, and I was excited to see Bucky eventually fighting as an Avenger at Steve’s side, but ever since Civil War the restoration of their friendship has been either in the background, handled as an afterthought, or swept under the rug. And like...I don’t know why I expected any better, but to see this friendship that was built up as centuries-spanning and death-defying kinda unceremoniously swept under the rug really hurts? Like...what, you grow up with a guy and save his life at least twice and your relationship with him just kinda fizzles out or whatever?? Ouch. I could have dealt with Bucky remaining an anti-hero in canon and his only reconciliation with Steve being in fix-it fics, but the fact that they did meet up again in canon and their relationship was long-distance, businesslike to cordial to warm at best, and swiftly resulted in Bucky dying and coming back and then Steve getting old without him is kinda like being given a cake without the icing. You got what you wanted, but it’s supremely disappointing.”

—in which I continue to compare my taste in media to desserts, from a message to a friend

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[myherowritings]

PART 1. A VERY WELL-DESERVED TIP

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. none in this chapter

A/N. my brief work as a barista is finally paying off. i suffered at sbux all to write this fic ✌︎('ω'✌︎ ) LMAOOO i frl had so much fun writing this and i’m very excited to share the next parts ;) i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i do!! xx sof

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You were not looking forward to your new work schedule for the next month. 

The employee who usually came in for opening shifts at four in the morning gave her two weeks notice...two weeks ago. And since you had your availability open (you knew you should’ve blocked it off and said you had morning class), your manager asked you to fill her place. 

The night before your first—of many—morning shifts, you tried tricking yourself into thinking it was a good idea. And it almost worked! Sort of. 

You told yourself waking up early when the sun rose worked with your body’s natural circadian rhythm and this experience may adjust your sleep schedule for a healthier one in the long run. Better health and wellbeing and lower risks of cardiovascular disease. Or something. You weren’t too sure exactly; you never paid much attention in biology but it sounded like something you’d find in a textbook, right?

When you arrived on your first day, the morning shift was just as hectic and chaotic as you expected. People in business suits with name brand bluetooth earphones in their ears and the latest new smartphone in their hand filled the shop and waited for their online order. It was as if they wanted the least amount of social interaction possible, which would be fine if being able to make connections with customers wasn’t the most interesting part about being a barista. 

Although the cafe you worked at was a small business who actually (tried) to pay their employees fairly and wasn’t a purely money hungry franchise like the certain green siren, it surprisingly had gained enough traction in the area to rival one of those cheap, chain stores. 

Good for the business, bad for sleepy workers who could barely function in the mornings.

But you enjoyed working here and the owners were kind, so you did your best to shove away the tiredness and put a bright and cheery smile on your face. The customers were grumpier than you were used to, but who wouldn’t be a little ill-mannered having to go to work at 5 a.m. and probably not leaving until 6 p.m. or later because of bosses who overworked them? Trying to get them their morning coffee with an amiable attitude to start off their day right was something you were more than happy to do. 

It was too bad barely any of them gave you the time of day. They just wanted to get their caffeine and leave with as little human interaction as possible. It was understandable, of course, but it wasn’t the lively cafe environment you were used to during later shifts. You sighed, hoping the atmosphere would be friendlier when it wasn’t a major rush hour. 

“Hi! I can help the next person in line,” you called for the twentieth time this hour. When they moved forward towards the cash register, you gave them a smile. “Good morning. I hope your day has been going well!”

“It’s been okay, thank you. And yours?”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you almost sputtered over thin air. Someone who actually replied back to what you said and asked about you in return? Even if the intent was a courtesy conversation that was meant to be quick and brief, the sentiment was there—the upholding of the values of common courtesy and human decency. Something too many people seemed to lack. 

“I’m good as well! A little tired but what’s to be expected a quarter ‘til 6 a.m.?” you said with a laugh. “Thank you for asking.”

The customer gave a small smile in return and you internally celebrated for finally seeing your first pleasant expression this morning. “Must be even more tiring dealing with all these people. Doesn’t seem easy. I have to commend you for it.”

He was a tall, handsome man with a pretty face, soft-looking hair, and genuinely nice? There was no way this was real; you had to be dreaming. 

You twiddled with the pen in your hands, taken aback and mildly embarrassed by the praise. “Just doing my job,” you said with a bashful look. “Thank you, though.” You cleared your throat, not wanting to hold the line up for too long, even if the customer was one you would rather keep talking to than the others. “Now, what can I get started for you today?”

“Right. Can I get a flat white in the medium size?” 

“Of course.” You typed in his order into the register before asking, “And is there anything else I can get for you? Like a pastry? Today we have some freshly baked cheese danishes that are really yummy if you’d like to try!” 

He thought for a while before shrugging. You weren’t sure if it was your eyes playing tricks on you or he actually had an amused look on his face. “Sure, I’ll take a couple dozen of those as well.” 

“A couple dozen—?” your voice faltered. The suggestion of a fresh pastry was one you made to almost every customer, though most turned it down on the spot. 

The cafe had a little weekly competition between workers to see who could sell the most pastries in the week and the one who sold most got...well, a free pastry and bragging rights. Admittedly, it wasn’t much, but nothing revved up sales like friendly rivalries. An order of a couple dozen was sure to land you in the top spot this week! Still, you had to make sure he meant it. You’d feel bad if he was just spending all his hard-earned office work money because he was trying to be courteous. (Or at least, you assumed he was some office employee.) 

You cautiously asked, “Are you sure?”

Either your eyes were playing tricks on you yet again, or the look of amusement on his face grew even more than before as he said, “I’m sure. One medium flat white and, say, three dozen boxes of cheese danishes, please.” 

“C-Coming right up!” you said, quickly entering his order and celebrating your free end-of-the-week pastry in advance. “That will be $42.81. Would that be card or cash?” 

“Card.” He pulled out a sleek, black card with gold detailings on it and you never knew you could be sexually attracted to a credit card until now. 

“Perfect! Go ahead and swipe, insert, or scan your card now. In the meantime, can I get a name for your order please?” 

He scanned his card over the machine before looking back up at you. “It’s To— Ah, Shouto.” 

“Shouto?” you asked in confirmation. You assumed it wasn’t ‘Toahshouto’. That sounded too much like the abbreviation used to remember how to find sine, cosine, and tangent.

“Yeah. Shouto.” 

You smiled. “Well, Shouto, your order will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait over to your right to pick it up!”

He nodded. 

“It was nice meeting you!” you called, waving goodbye. “I hope you have a good rest of your day.”

“Thank you,” he glanced at your nametag, “Y/N.” 

Oh, how nice it felt to be treated like a human by a customer and have them actually address your name— And not to say it in a condescending way either. 

“Do individual baristas get to keep the tips here?”

You blinked, feeling your face warm up slightly. “We do, actually.” One of your favorite parts of the job, you had to admit. 

“Glad to hear.” Shouto pulled out some crisp-looking bills from his wallet and placed one in your hand that said ‘100’ to you. “Thank you for your kind service, Y/N.” 

“Wha—” Your eyes widened. You were expecting something along the line of three dollars. Maybe five at most. But a hundred? By the time you had processed what had happened he was walking away from the cash register. “Wait— Shouto...sir! I think you accidentally gave me the wrong amount.” 

He shook his head, only briefly turning back to face you. “Nope. It’s for you,” he said simply. “I’m looking forward to the cheese danishes.” 

His words left you stunned, but the next customer in line tapped their foot impatiently, signaling it was now time for you to take their order. You hoped the line died down before Shouto left the cafe so you could return the tip, but seeing as how the queue almost extended out the door, you had the sinking feeling that wouldn’t be a possibility. 

“Hello, I can take the next customer in line!” you recited cheerfully, mind still occupied by thoughts of your last encounter. 

The next few orders went along uneventfully (though you did manage to sell two more cheese danishes) and by the time Shouto got his coffee and pastry boxes, you still had a handful more customers to get through. 

“Pardon me real quick,” you said apologetically to the woman in front of you. “Please give me one moment?” 

She graced you with a nod and you thanked the stars above for an understanding patron. 

“Wait— Excuse me, sir!” You waved in Shouto’s direction before he could exit the cafe. He glanced at you curiously but walked over. In a hushed voice, you said, “I really appreciate the tip, but there’s no way I could accept this much money from you!” 

For the first time today, you say the hints of a frown on his face. “You cannot?” 

“No! $100 is a lot! You already bought $40 worth of cheese danish pastries— Are you sure you meant to give that big of a tip?”

“Of course.” He took a sip of his coffee with a satisfied hum. “You getting up at such an early hour to take people’s orders with a kind attitude isn’t easy. Plus, trying to build rapport with each of them all while keeping the interacting swift is a difficult task itself. And it’s probably worth more than your current pay, the $100 tip, and then some.” 

You blinked, stunned by his words. This man kept surprising you so many times in just one morning. 

“I find it ridiculous how certain occupations are paid an ungodly amount more than others, especially when a lot of it comes from privileges you were born into.” Shouto seemed to mumble the last bit to himself, but you were still able to understand what he said. “It’s bullshit.” Before you could respond, he recollected himself. “Eat the rich, right? All that to say, please accept the tip. You deserve it. And I promise it’s of no detriment to me, so please don’t feel bad.”

Seeing the determined look on his face, you couldn’t help but stare at him before nodding. He didn’t say anything you didn’t already believe yourself, and if someone really wanted to give you $100, you weren’t going to fight them on it. Think of all the dumplings you could buy, you told yourself.

“T-Thank you then.” You gingerly placed the folded bill back into your pants pocket. “I think that was really insightful of you and I’m very grateful.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled before glancing towards the exit. “I’m running a bit late for work now, so I should be going. Have a good day, Y/N.”

“You too, Shouto. And… Thank you again!”

With a glowing expression on your face, you walked back to the cash register ready to face the day and talk to more lovely customers!

“Hey, little barista!” a gruff voice called from the line, snapping you out of your stupor. “Hurry it up already before you force me to complain to your manager.” 

You internally sighed. You understood they were in a rush, but they still had no right to be that rude. 

“Can you even hear me? Or are you too incompetent?”

Cue another internal sigh. 

Yeah, okay. Maybe you did deserve this $100 tip.

Regardless of the rude customers that may have come in, at least you had your thoughts of a cute, kind businessman who went by the name of Shouto to get you through your shift. And you could only hope you’d be able to see him again.

a/n: the end of part one folks!! oh what i’d give to have gotten a tip like this when i worked as a barista BAHAHA only in my dreams. i hope you enjoyed this little intro part and are excited for what’s to come !! :3

what to expect in the next part:

~maybe~ y/n will see shouto again and,,perhaps,,get more tips from him idk who knows 

old lady imparts some...helpful(?) advice 

we briefly get to see shouto’s pov! ;D

[pettyrevenge-base]

Bouncers revenge.

I used to bounce along a strip that was very popular. Many of the bars along that strip were run by the same company I worked for. So I knew most of the bars, their managers and made friends with all the bouncers. Its just the way it is y'see.

So this lady comes in with 5 other males. One of which appeared to be her boyfriend. So her boyfriend disappears for a few minutes to go to the toilet. Meanwhile she begins grinding up on some random on the dance floor. Bf's mates were drinking at their table away from the dance floor. Convenient. Anywho boyfi comes back and isn't too impressed with the rubbish going on so he kicks off. Poor random cops a few punches to the face and ofc we get involved and kick the lady, boyfriend and the rest of the Jackson five. Lady meanwhile is trying to say that he came onto her. Yeah sure lady. He came onto you and the only thing you could think to do was reverse into him and twerk to scare him away. But she was tipsy so ofc its not her fault 👀.

We kick them out and the rest of the boys follow along not long after. They took it really well. Boyfi is still screaming outside and calling for more. Random man's inside nursing a fat eye and I'm trying to keep that lady from rushing back in to fight him too. Honestly... I've had enough at this point and tell them all to fuck off. She even throws a few slurs at the random man inside. One of which were racial and because I related to it I thought it was time to ruin this ladys night. She insisted that I was a monkey so... allow me to oblige. They eventually walk off to try out the other bars while she's still yammering about how much of a power trip I'm having. The last thing I remember her saying was to go back home to my 5 other baby mama's LOL. Had a good laugh about that one.

I see them waiting in the queue at the bar across from me. So what do I do? Nothing yet. I wait for them to get just before the front of the line (15 min wait) and then I walk over and tell the bouncer what they just got kicked for. The friends catch the hint and ditch those two. Good choice. She begins blubbering and crying about injustice and me being petty. I'm about to show you the meaning, lady. Her friends catch a cab and go home which just leaves my favourite two people in the world there. They leave that line and attempt another bar on my side of the road but further in. Same thing again. Wait til they're just near the front. I radio in (the bars that are part of my company are all linked via radio for nights like this) to the head bouncer of that club and tell him which ones not to let in. I stand in front of club just watching them in the line and I see them get denied at the door. When they asked the head bouncer why, he pointed at me. The look of disbelief on her face. I loved it. I just smiled and waved. She took off to another bar after having another tanty. By then every one of our bars knew which ones to deny entry to because the other head doorman passed the info down the line. I watched her and her partner walk down the line and get denied by another two bars LOL.

She came back to me still crying saying that i ruined her and her boyfriends night. She asked me how I could sleep at night knowing that I'm a shit person ruining random peoples nights. I replied "How do I sleep at night? Comfortably.... with my 5 baby mama's 😂😂😂😂😂😂"

That was the end of that. Please be nice to your bouncers lol.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

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AO3 Summary ‘n Tag Tips

things off the top of my head you can do to encourage/avoid discouraging readers on ao3 from reading your work:

presenting as confidently as you can

don’t say ‘i suck at summaries’. you may be tempted to out of self-consciousness. that is the devil talking. guaranteed people won’t even blink at ‘plain’ descriptions like ‘x and y go on a date. Shenanigans ensue.’ because honestly? it reflects an ability—whether or not you believe you have it—to concisely describe what’s going down and tease about More happening than what’s told

focusing on relevancy

don’t tag every extant relationship in your fic if you have a huge cast herd. focus on what the huge ones are in the relationship tags, and then maybe say ‘background x/y/z in the additional tags’. the people hungry for their particular pairing will thank you for your consideration, and people will also be able to see you are aware enough of your work that you can isolate your own focus.

if you’re someone like me who tends to make a lot of small focused ficlets consider making your ficlets standalone but in a series so that you can tag characters appropriately but have everything ‘in one place’.

tags important to the conceit of your fic. more grey-ish area but IMO less is more! i’ll fully admit to using a few tags as ‘talk space’ but i try to relegate most of it to the author’s notes. people usually use tags to find works relevant to their interests, so again, they’ll thank you for ensuring something where what they’re looking for is largely present is what they find. e.g. if i wanted to showcase some mutual pining fic i’d probably tag that as is, and then maybe separately ‘and they were pining. oh my god were they pining.’

really if you go and focus on what people trawling ao3 see and use to sort, you can utilise that to ensure people see.

considering how your fic Looks

summary formatting is such that there aren’t inherently spaces between paragraphs. consider adding one line after each if you have sizable chunks in your summary to improve legibility.

Some sort of proper/consistent formatting that considers readability. i’m not gonna expecting anyone to be doing indentation or bust but if I step in a fic and see that a novel-style fic doesn’t have say, basic capitalisation and punctuation, or is just huge blocks of texts without breaking paragraphs up via TiP ToP, I’m gonna have trouble reading ‘til the end.

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Songwriting

Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

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A/N: Here’s my first JATP fic. This is loosely based on the “Edge of Great” ep. This ended up being much longer than I expected, but who’s complaining I guess. Please let me know what you think and if I should write more. I hope you all enjoy!

@im-a-writer-right​ YOUR TURN!!!

Ever since Julie’s mom had passed away you had been hanging around a lot since you knew what it was like to lose a parent. But ever since you found out that Julie had 3 ghost boys in her garage you found yourself hanging out at her house much more often. It was interesting and you really had nothing else better to do. And considering you’re the only other person that can see them without music playing Julie felt more comfortable having you watch over them if she thought they’d get into any trouble.

You had been hanging out in the garage waiting for Julie so you could watch her and the boys practice. You were writing lyrics in your journal when all of a sudden Luke popped in onto the couch next to you. 

“Whatcha writing?” He asks peeking over your shoulder.

“Nothing!” You say slamming your notebook shut.

“Shutting your notebook isn’t nothing. Come on, what is it?” Luke asks turning himself to you.

“Ok, how about. None of your business,” You respond. 

“Y/N when are you gonna tell me what’s in your notebook? You hug that thing like it’ll be the death of you if someone reads it,” Luke chuckles.

“It’s my personal journal when are you gonna get that?” You say and get up to put it in your bag. 

“When you let me see what’s inside?”Luke asks.

“You’re so damn nosy, Luke,” You chuckle as Julie walks in.

“What’s going on here?” Julie asks, clearly thinking something is going on between you and Luke.

“Luke is trying to get me to show him my notebook,” You say showing Julie. 

“Ah, your mu--” Julie starts before you run to cover her mouth.

“Wait she knows?” Luke asks.

“Well yeah. She’s my best friend,” You say with your hand still covering Julie’s mouth. Julie muffles something through your hand but it was incoherent, so you remove your hand.

“Where’s Reggie and Alex? We need to practice,” Julie says. 

“Oh! They were just out doing their own thing. They’ll be here,” Luke says. Just like on queue the two popped in. 

“Hey, guys, ready to rock?” Reggie says.

“Yeh, so we’re playing Edge of Great first. Let’s start on that,” Julie says. You sat and watched as the band practiced for the show Julie’s dad put on. 

“So what do you think?” Julie asked you.

“It was great. You all are gonna do amazing!” You say. After the boys were gone for a break before the show, you wanted to show Julie what you were working on.

“Hey, I was wondering if I could show you a song I was working on,” You say.

“Of course,” She says.

You go over to pick up one of the acoustic guitars and make sure it’s in tune. As soon as you were ready you started playing some chords. “One moment you’re here and the next you’re not. But I know you’re watching over me and you’re still with me,” You sing. You continue until you finish the chords you have set out. 

“I have all the lyrics but I’m still working on the tune. What do you think?” You ask Julie as you finish. 

“It’s great. Is it about your dad?” She asks.

“Yeah, it’s been in the works for months and I just finished the lyrics before Luke so rudely interrupted,” You respond.

“You know...” Julie starts with a look on her face.

“No. No. I know that look on your face. You’re gonna suggest something that I won’t like,” You say.

“Come on. Just hear me out?” She begs.

“Fine,” You say, and cross your arms.

“You should ask Luke to help you finish the tune and open for us at the show,” She suggests.

“Nope. Nope. No,” You quickly say.

“Come on. You write amazing music and have barely shared it in the last few years,” She says.

“You know that’s because a lot of my songs are super personal, especially this one,” You say.

“Ok, well do you have a song you’d be okay singing?” Julie.

“I have one, but I don’t have any tune for it,” You respond. 

“Ok, ask Luke to help. He’s amazing at creating tunes for lyrics,” Julie says.

“No,” You sternly say.

“Why are you so scared to let the boys know you sing and write music?” She asks.

“I don’t know. It’s not something I really like to publicly announce,” You respond.

“You don’t publicly announce it, but you’re one of the best artists in the school music program? Come on what’s the real reason?” Julie questions.

“I guess it’s just because it’s been a long time since I’ve performed solo and my songs have seriously been lacking. Plus there are only a few hours until your show, I’m not sure if I can pull a full song out before then,” You respond.

“Your songs have not been lacking. And if I can bounce back. Then you definitely can. Just ask Luke, I know he’d be more than happy to help and to find out what’s in your notebook. You have the rest of the afternoon. Plus,  I’ve seen you pull songs out 1 hour before you went on stage, you got this,” Julie says. 

“You really think I can pull this?” You ask.

“I know it. And you can find out if there really is anything going on between you two,” Julie smiles and pokes at your stomach.

“Stop. There’s nothing between Luke and me, he’s just a good friend,” You say.

“A friend that my best friend likes. The way you two look at each other and talk to eachother that can’t be nothing,” Julie says.

“So this is why you want Luke to help me?” You ask.

“Ehhhh. Also if you don’t play, I’ll hunt you down and make you,” She says as you two walk out of the garage. 

“Fine. Fine. I’d rather not die at your hand. But there is NOTHING between me and Luke,” You chuckle.

“I guess we’ll find out,” Julie says as you glare at her.

~An hour Later~

You walk into the garage hoping to find Luke or even one of the guys hanging out, but it was completely empty. After looking around for a bit you decided to leave and come back later. But just as you were about to leave you, hear two feet hit the ground.

“Hey, looking for Julie?” Luke says as your turn around.

“Uh, no, actually I was looking for you,” You say looking at your feet. 

“Oh uh, what’s up?” Luke asks.

“I don’t know if this is too much to ask but ummm, Julie was thinking that I could open up for your guys’ show in a few hours and I kinda need help finding a tune to some lyrics I wrote. Julie thought you could help,” You say.

“Wait you sing? Why didn’t you tell us?” Luke asks excitedly.

“Yeh, I don’t usually play outside of school or my room anymore,” You say.

“Well, it’s not much to ask and I’d be glad to help,” He says and sits down next to you on the couch.

“Thanks,” You say and pull out your notebook.

“So that’s your lyric book,” Luke says.

“Yes, and you promise not to peek at any other songs after showing you?” You ask and Luke nods. You flip to the page of the lyrics for the song you’re gonna play. “Here’s the song. I uh wrote this a while back when uhh, I was finally feeling like myself again after my dad passed. It’s called Sunflower,” You say hesitantly.

“I’m sorry,” Luke says as you can feel his eyes trained on you. He clears his throat, “So let’s see what you have,” Luke says and you pass your notebook to him. “This is great,” He says after finishing.

“Thanks, I play the guitar, mostly acoustic,” You say and pick up your guitar. 

Luke reads the first few lines of lyrics trying to figure out a good tune, “From dusk til dawn,” Luke mumbles reading through the first verse. He grabs the guitar from your hands and starts to strum some chords. “So here’s what I think,” Luke says and starts to play chords while singing your lyrics. 

“That’s great and what do you think if I stung this note out a bit,” You say taking back the guitar and playing the chords back while singing. 

“You have an amazing voice,” Luke says as you finish singing.

“Thanks,” You chuckle. The two of you sit for the next few hours creating a tune for your song.

“Ok, so this is what we have. Not like we can change it, the show is in 2 hours,” You say. You start to play the chords and sing. You expected to Luke join in like he normally would but he just sat there watching you sing. “So I guess that’s it,” You say after finishing the song. 

“It’s great! You’ll do amazing, I know it!” Luke smiles at you. You couldn’t help but think about what Julie said earlier, and Luke’s cute smile wasn’t helping. 

“What’s going on here?” Reggie asks. The two of you scoot away from eachother.

“I was just helping Y/N with a song, “ Luke says.

“Y/N sings?” Alex questions.

“Yeh I do, Julie wants me to open for you guys tonight. Luke was j-just helping me put a tune to my lyrics,” You say.

“Can we hear it?!” Alex asks excitedly. 

“I’m gonna leave that for the show,” You say.

“But guys, I promise it’s amazing! Y/N’s amazing,” Luke says as you chuckle. You feel chills move throughout your body at the comment Luke made. 

“Hey, guys! Ready to set up?” Julie asks walking in. She smiles seeing that you had actually asked Luke for help.

“Yeah,” The guys respond. You help Julie set up the equipment before heading inside to get ready for the show. 

“So, how was it with Luke,” Julie asks looking in her closet.

“It was good,” You respond.

“Just good? Come on, I need details girl,” Julie stops her task.

“Ok...fine. Luke is as good as you say in finding tunes. And he was very helpful,” You say.

“Really? I mean like did you feel something? Like a connection?” Julie asks.

“Julie,”

“I’m serious. You didn’t hear from me but I know Luke likes you. He just doesn’t know how to say it,” 

“Wait really?”

“Ah Ha! So you do like him,” 

“Me questioning if he likes me does not prove that I like him,”

“If I know Y/N and I do. I know when she likes someone. And you like Luke. I promise I won’t say anything,”

“Fine will you get off my back if I tell you how I really feel about Luke?”

“Promise,”

“Okay. He’s a great guy. And I can tell he’s really passionate about his music and that he loves playing. He’s also really sweet, cute...and stupidly annoying,” You chuckle.

“If I didn’t know better a certain someone likes Luke,” Julie smiles.

“Yes, your hunches were right,” You smile.

“Hey, you guys ready?” Luke says popping his head through Julie’s door.

“Uhh… yeah. We’ll be down in a bit,” You say.

“Cool. Y/N you’re gonna do amazing. And Julie we’re gonna kill it,” Luke says and leaves.

“I really hope he didn’t hear any of that,” You bury your face in your hands a few seconds after Luke leaves and Julie chuckles. You and Julie finish getting ready and head downstairs where Flynn was waiting. 

“You ready, Julie?” Flynn asks.

“Yes. But there’s a slight change of plans. Y/N is gonna open up for us so you’ll just have to introduce her first,” Julie explains.

“Yesss….I’ve been dying to hear you sing again,” Flynn squeals. The three of you make your way to the garage. You, Julie, and the boys prepare for the show. You find yourself shaking as soon as you hear Flynn speaking over the speakers. 

“Hey. Hey. You got this. Your song is amazing and you’re gonna kill it. If I could give you a big ‘good luck’ hug right now I would, but--” Luke says as his hand passes through yours. 

“It’s ok. Just...some jitters,” You say right before Flynn says your name. You make your way to the front of the garage. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N and I’ll be opening for Julie and the Phantoms,” You say and get ready to sing. You look up to find Luke standing in the front of the crowd and he gives a big smile, “You got this,” He says. 

You start off with the chords Luke played. As you continued to play and sing you felt like you were home again. Like you were meant to play in front of people and share your music. Once you finished, you headed out and let Flynn introduce Julie and the boys. You watched as they played “Edge of Great” and couldn’t be happier to watch them all do what they love most. After the party ended you found yourself staying the night at Julie’s. 

“Hey, can I talk with Y/N alone?” Luke asks as Julie is putting away a few things and the boys are hanging out.  They all nod and start to head out. As Julie leaves, you see her giving you a smirk like she knew what was gonna happen.

“What’s up?” You ask Luke as soon as everyone cleared out. 

“I just wanted to say you did amazing and that you should perform more,” Luke says giving a nervous chuckle after.

“Thanks, you guys did great too. I mean it was your show,” You say. A few moments of awkwardness passed. “Was that all?” You ask.

“N--No. I--I--” He hesitates.

“I know you like me,” You blurt out. After the fact, you realize what you had said. “I didn’t mean to say it like that, Uh,” You say nervously.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing songwriter and an even more amazing person. And yeh, you--you’re right I do like you. And I know we can’t exactly touch each other and I’ve been dead for 25 years, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you,” He says.

“Luke. I don’t really care that you’re a ghost. I feel the exact same way. And yeh it’s a little weird to say I like a ghost, but one day I feel like you’ll really be in front of me and I’ll really get to touch you,” You say.

“I umm wrote this song. It’s actually about you, “ Luke says and picks up his guitar. He starts to play the chords and sing. 

“I love it,” You say after he finishes. You hear a clap from outside the garage doors and you quickly shoot a look and see three heads quickly move down. 

You get off the couch and open the doors, “We’re you guys really eavesdropping?” You ask.

“How did it go?” Julie asks hesitantly.

“Does ‘alone’ really mean nothing to you guys?” You ask.

“If you guys really want you to know...it went great,” Luke says and smiles at you.

“Hey, you guys can’t blame us for wanting two of our friends to get together,” Reggie says putting his hands up in defense.

“You guys are seriously ridiculous,” You say and walk out of the garage.

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[snowpiercer-recaps]

Season 1, episode 10: No Sleep 'Til Chicago

Spoiler alert!!! This is a rewatch recap of Snowpiercer s1e10: 994 cars long. Naturally, it is full of spoilers for that episode. However, it also contains spoilers for some other episodes of season 1 and season 2. You have been warned!

There’s no voiceover monologue in this episode. Instead, Melanie addresses the train, mirroring the morning announcement in s1e1. Snowpiercer is approaching Chicago, which is Mile Zero. How poetic, to have a fresh start as they cross the start line! Melanie talks about how everyone (especially her) feels haunted by their past choices. She wishes they’ll all make better choices in the future - as One Train, governed by the rebels. She ends with the updated train length, 994 cars long. Then, she hands the mic over to Layton. He introduces himself, and the opening credits roll.

After the opening credits, one of the engineers has left their opera music running again! It seems very wasteful, given that 37 battery cars are offline and they’re running low on power. Despite the brewing crisis, Melanie leaves the engine to do something mysterious that she’s put off for a long time.

In the bunk room, Layton is talking to Miles. The Last Aussie, “the guys” and Mama Grande are downtrain, and they all want to see Miles. Miles is smart, though. He immediately notices there’s an important name missing from that list. They lost Josie, didn’t they? Miles cries. Layton hugs him and tells him Josie would have been so proud of him. The scene is very sad and sweet and hard to make jokes about, so let’s move on!

Next, Layton addresses a crowd of representatives from all departments and guilds (except Ag-Sec, because they’re all too busy dealing with lettuce looting - no joke!). Layton’s speech does not go well. Ruth accuses Layton of murdering the security forces. Lights argues back that the security forces were the ones murdering them! Layton ends his speech by telling people to mark the brand new revolution with their loved ones. Ruth storms off, and Lights calls it bullshit. Great start, everyone!

Ruth isn’t done arguing just yet, so she has a pop at Roche.

She’s on top Ruth form today!

Pike has taken over the Folgers’ car, where he’s enjoying a foot soak and a beard trim from JAnnietor while surrounded by… orgy foreplay? I’m no expert in these matters - I prefer to spend my time incorrectly recapping mediocre sci fi - but I don’t know how else to describe this scene. This fucking show! 

LJ comes home to mourn her parents, and is surprised to discover that she wasn’t invited to the party. Pike introduces LJ to JAnnietor and Terrence-Never-Terry, and then they’re interrupted by two naked people descending the stairs. Apparently there’s a queue of people waiting to have a go in a First Class bed. The next group excitedly head on up.

LJ is distraught at the thought of people fucking in dead parents’ bed, but no one at the party can muster much sympathy for Snowpiercer’s resident cock chopper. LJ begs everyone to leave, but Pike isn’t moving. She then changes tactics, and tries to tell everyone in the room that Pike tried to work against the rebels. But who’s going to believe her? Pike does what most reasonable people would do if stuck in a room with LJ: he tells her she has no friends, and literally throws her out.

Up in the engine, those headphones are still playing music to no-one! Bennett thinks it’s probably coming from Ag-Sec. Then, he sneakily angles a screen away from Javi and takes out the satellite feed so that no one else can see what he saw. Melanie takes ONE BREAK in SEVEN YEARS, and Bennett does this!? No wonder our girl has control issues!

Talking of Melanie, she’s visiting the Nightcar. Audrey greets Melanie with an unwelcoming, “Oh. You’re finally ready now.” And they keep that deliciously tense energy up for the whole scene!

In the session, Melanie admits she sent 147 of the last souls on Earth to death. But Audrey knows that Melanie’s really there to deal with something else. Miss Audrey does her whole Nightcar hypnotherapy thing, and Melanie is eventually taken into an idyllic flashback of her daughter. When Audrey presses Melanie for information, she tearfully explains, “I sacrificed my daughter for this train.”

Audrey instructs Melanie to go further. “If Alex was here, what would you want to say to her?” To our knowledge, Melanie hasn’t given Alex’s name in this scene, so I find it very interesting that Audrey already knows it! I would really love some more details about their past. 

In the flashback, Melanie hugs Alex, and in the experience room Audrey hugs Melanie.

Down in the Chains, Layton is taking a look at Zarah’s baby scan. He calls it “she”. Because they have to disagree about everything, Zarah thinks it’s a boy. And then, we get a closeup of the scan!

0.25cm and 5w5d±**d suggests that either Terrence-Never-Terry overestimated how long ago Fight Night was, the Snowpiercer contraceptives have some weird fertility effects, or the writers don’t know the difference between gestational age and embryonic age. But hey! It’s still relatively useful information!

Zarah and Layton aren’t sure how they’re going to manage to co-parent after everything, but they’ll find a way.

In Ag-Sec, the strawberry car has been trashed. Jinju lists off a huge list of issues to Till and Roche, and I’m gonna just take a moment to talk about the fact that Till is STILL covered in blood. She seemed to spend a lot of time last episode waiting around for Layton, so I’m pretty sure she could have taken five minutes to wash her face and put a clean shirt on? Maybe at the same time that Melanie found a whole new outfit, for example? I guess Till’s just into this aesthetic?

Till doesn’t give a fuck about Ag-Sec’s issues: their first priority is equal calories for everyone. Jinju explains they lost sixteen workers and the team haven’t slept for 48 hours. I think it’s safe to assume the majority of passengers have been awake for that long, so it might not be the strong play that Jinju thinks it is. Till snarkily thanks Jinju for her efforts, and Roche decides to get the fuck out of there before he gets caught up in the breakup that’s been brewing for five episodes.

Till yells at Jinju for lying to her (and the whole train) about Wilford and Melanie. Jinju explains why she thinks it was necessary. Then, she demonstrates why it’s a terrible idea to break up with someone when you haven't slept for two days. First, she says, “Come on, Till,” which is very interesting given that Jinju usually calls Till, “Bess” when they’re together. Then, taking a line straight from Ruth’s School of Desperate Romance, Jinju asks, “Would you really rather be alone?” How unhealthy was this relationship!?

Brakeman Till shows way more maturity than I ever expected from her, and replies, “I’m not alone.” She’s got all her new revolution friends, and more responsibility to the train than ever before. They fulfil episode eight’s prophecy: they’ve gotta choose between each other and the train. And the train comes first. They kiss one last time, then treat us to this bit of very important information about Snowpiercer culture:

Why is it very important? Well, the first reason is that Jinju is literally never seen around ever again. How the hell does she pull that off? And the second reason is that it’s going to make Mel/Ruth shippers scream in the next scene.

A very sad Ruth refreshes her makeup, then sits alone in the announcements booth. Melanie has come to hand over the Head of Hospitality position, and try to make amends. Ruth is highly unimpressed with the anarchy, chaos, and stacks of frozen bodies waiting to be composted. But most of all, she’s angry that Melanie gets to go and hide away in the engine while Ruth is left to deal with these people. Melanie tells Ruth that democracy used to work and… really? With all the books in Melanie’s library, and her opening speech about being haunted by choices that caused global warming, she thinks that democracy used to work? So many characters are saying strange things this episode! Let’s blame it on the sleep deprivation.

Ruth gets down to it: Melanie sent 147 people - including some of Ruth’s friends, like Nolan Grey - to die. Ruth finishes up with, “Survival doesn’t need love, does it?” and Melanie corrects her: there’s nothing more important than love. That’s what Melanie got so wrong. Ruth glares at Melanie, and opens the door for her to leave. They have an even more brutal breakup than Till and Jinju.

Ruth slams the door, and she looks like she’s about to cry her new makeup off already.

After another cool outside shot of the train, we return to the engine. Javi is listening to the opera, and trying to manually triangulate the signal that Bennett is trying to keep hidden. Melanie walks in wearing an engineering jumpsuit and announces “I’m back!”, looking genuinely happy despite everything she’s been through in the last few days/hours. She starts to give instructions for their traditional slow-down to mark Mile Zero, but Javi interrupts her to get her to listen to the cool new song he found on the radio.

Bennett tries to brush the music off, but Javi insists it’s coming from the Northwest. Outside! Are there survivors? Melanie asks Bennett for more information, and he explains the satellite is “down”. If they want to learn more, they’ll need to slow down before they go out of range of the signal.

Downtrain, Roche has caught some lettuce thieves. He brings them to Layton and Till, who are having a coffee in the mess hall, YET STILL HAVEN'T WASHED THE BLOOD OFF! They detected the lettuce was for Pike up in First, but they don’t have time to do anything about it because Layton is needed in the engine, immediately. Roche and Till are very unimpressed that Layton tells them to “keep order until [he gets] back”.

Up in the engine, Melanie explains they haven’t had any radio contact in six and a half years. Bennett suggests it’s just a loop that’s been running the whole time, and they haven’t heard it because they don’t use the radio any more. But he wants to slow down anyway, to get a look at whatever might be sending the transmission. Till, Zarah and Miss Gillies should try out Bennett’s acting class! He’s good!

Melanie explains the predicament to Layton: if they slow down, they’ll be using more power than they generate. But if they don’t slow, they’ll miss their chance to investigate the signal. They agree to slow, in case there are survivors out there.

Downtrain, a drunken, beaten up Osweiller accidentally knocks into a tearful LJ. She punches him to the floor in self-defence, then apologises. They bond over the fact that they’re the least likable characters on the show (now that Commander Grey is dead). LJ shows Osweiller the only thing she has to trade: an egg. And she doesn’t even know “how to take the skin off.” Osweiller does, though! He’s an egg peeling expert! The first step is to smash it against your head without even checking whether it’s cooked.

These two deserve each other.

Back up in the engine, the signal is peaking. They must be almost on top of it! Bennett ‘fixes’ the satellite to check, but doesn’t tell anyone. Melanie takes a look out of her binoculars and spots… Big Alice!

There’s commotion in the First class dining hall, as the passengers flock to the window. Tristan and Eugenia quickly tell Ruth there’s another train outside!

Ruth’s lines in this episode are outstanding.

Up in the engine, they’re panicking. Melanie wants to drag all the power they can, to move as fast as they can to get away from that train. The tracks connect. The train will switch in behind Snowpiercer, and Melanie is sure they’ll try to board through the huge door at the back of the tail. Is that why she wouldn’t entertain the idea of disconnecting the tail carriages? Bennett points out that they don’t know it’s Wilford on Big Alice! And it’s Melanie’s turn to get an iconic line. “Who else, Ben? Another merry band of ark pirates?”

There’s a brief break from the engine to show Ruth literally squealing with excitement as she tells everybody in First to stay calm. Then, Melanie gives Layton a grave warning about how Wilford will be far worse than the literal fucking war that they just had.

In First, Ruth is ecstatic! Wilford has come to save them from the “bloody rebels”! I don’t want to criticise but… maybe they wouldn’t have the reputation of being “bloody rebels” if Till and Layton gave their faces a quick wash? Just a thought! 

Ruth and Tristan are going to need a greeting party. Or is that not the protocol? Ruth can’t remember! They’ll make do. They’re off to the tail!

Outside, Big Alice is braking hard, preparing to dock with the tail. Meanwhile, Bennett is enjoying a spot of ghost-bird watching, and Javi is finishing off his math homework.

Melanie believes Snowpiercer can outrun Big Alice, but Javi tells Melanie that his calculations say otherwise. Melanie has barely been back at work for ten minutes, but she’s right back on her bullshit and ignoring Javi! He needs to do the math again, until it tells Melanie what she wants to hear. How many issues would have been avoided if Melanie and Bennett just listened to Javi occasionally? No wonder the poor guy defected for an episode!

We head to the Folgers’ car next, and I’m gonna have to stop making jokes about Roche being Till and Layton’s dad because - and there’s no gentle way to put this, friends - the three of them rock up to the orgy together. Thankfully they’re there to stop it, not to partake! But still. I sincerely hope I never discover any smutty fic about any combination of these characters. 

Layton needs Pike to help unite the people against their common enemy, and drags him off to the tail.

Back in the engine, Javi warns they’re going too fast, and Bennett warns the reserves are at emergency levels. They have to slow down, or it’s over. Melanie orders them not to slow down. She’s still convinced that they can outrun Big Alice, despite all the evidence to the contrary. Again, I guess we just blame this strange behaviour on sleep deprivation? Why would Melanie Cavill ignore science?

Big Alice clips Snowpiercer’s tail as it switches in behind them. It’s a good thing they dropped those seven cars yesterday, or there would have been a bigger crash! Layton quickly gets the exhausted soldiers organised to defend the train and create barricades, and they make their way to the tail.

Meanwhile, Melanie softly encourages Snowpiercer to go faster. But none of her words change the fact that Javi’s math was right: Big Alice easily catches them up, and docks. The tail kids - some of the few people that are still downtrain - go to investigate the clunking at the back door. 

In the engine, Bennett and Javi explain the new plot as quickly and simply as they can: the other train is using an uplink to hack Snowpiercer’s controls. Wilford is trying to seize Snowpiercer's engine. The only way to stop the hack is to go outside and destroy the physical connection.

Layton and his army arrive at the tail. But while he’s been running between the engine and the rebel army in the tail, he forgot to check on Ruth! She is, of course, boldly leading the First and Second Children’s choir through the train to welcome Mr. Wilford.

Roche yells at Ruth, and she retorts she’s there on official business: Hospitality leads the welcoming party! Roche, Pike, Layton and Till cannot fucking believe that Ruth just marched a bunch of singing kids into a military situation, and tell her as much. Ruth turns away for a moment - to address the children, perhaps? To tell them she misunderstood, and they should return to safety uptrain? No! Not at all! It’s to pull a gun from her fur!

This show is genuinely funnier than most comedies I’ve seen.

Ruth goes on a little rant about how Grey would have been there in full dress uniform, and she would have been beside him, because her uniform says peace. Teal is the colour of diplomacy! Ohhhhhh, diplomacy. Diplomacy and peace. That’s why she’s threatening them with a gun! 

Layton calms Ruth down and agrees that she should be at his side when the door opens - they need diplomacy, rather than another war. Ruth agrees, on the condition that she gets to be the first person to shake Mr. Wilford’s hand. She hands the gun to Roche, and heads to the front line with Layton.

In a maintenance car, Melanie and Bennett are suiting up to go outside and destroy the uplink. Surely breach workers could have done this? Aren’t Melanie and Bennett needed in the engine? These people are making some awful choices this episode. Must be the lack of sleep, again.

Bennett doesn’t like the idea of breaking the uplink, and suggests they should stand down. Then, we discover why Bennett hid the satellite images and convinced the others to slow the train: Big Alice is packed with hex nuts! (Snowpiercer is running out of the spare parts it needs to survive.)

Melanie has a rant at Bennett - he didn’t consider that perhaps his precious hex nuts aren’t still on Big Alice, or that Mr. Wilford might not willingly share the hex nuts if there are any, or that the populations of the two trains might infect each other with deadly diseases (but isn’t that the point of the biosecurity car? These people really need a nap!)

And then, Melanie realises Bennett knew about Big Alice for hours before the rest of them. She is furious at him for lying to her, Javi and Layton. But she’s most furious that he made the decision without her. 

For payback, she gives his coldsuit a quick vasectomy. Now he can’t play outside! Melanie concludes that she will not put her faith in Wilford again. There’s some serious backstory there, huh? Bennett tries to stop Melanie going out, but she gives him a death glare until he opens the door for her, and she goes out to play by herself.

Melanie jumps around on top of the train, clipping and unclipping her safety rope very unsafely. Maybe that’s part of why Bennett didn’t want her to go out alone? Do the safety ropes require two people to work properly across carriages? When Big Alice hacks the brakes, the resulting jolt causes Melanie to fall off the train, and into the snow below.

Seconds later, in the exact spot they departed from seven years ago (though with surprisingly few frozen corpses around), Snowpiercer grinds to a halt.

At the supply door, Layton is trying to rally the crowd with a speech. Ruth is chiming in to shoot him down at every opportunity.

Then, the door swings open. Alex marches forward and explains the situation: Mr. Wilford has seized control of Snowpiercer’s engine, and if the people of Snowpiercer don’t agree to a peaceful surrender, they’ll freeze to death within minutes.

(Sidenote: the subtitles spell Ruth’s surname differently in this scene and it’s very annoying!)

Layton and Ruth aren't exactly the most united front, and their bickering quickly grinds away at Alex until she asks what she really wants to know: is Melanie Cavill alive? Ruth answers that, yes, Melanie is alive. Layton then asks who Alex is. Alex gives her name, then nearly cries as she asks, “Where is my mother?”

The next shot answers Alex’s question: Melanie is busy making snow angels outside! When she's had enough, she gets up, grabs her axe and starts walking towards the train.

And that's it! The end of Season One of Snowpiercer!

[nicknellie]

Anonymous requested: Alex meets Willie at a coffee shop and they’ve been talking for a few weeks but Alex is afraid to admit anything of liking Willie. But his friends push him to and he finds out that Willie likes him back and they go on a date.

I combined this with a prompt from this amazing list because I thought it was funny. I didn’t include the actual date because I know nothing about skating but if enough people want it then I’d be more than happy to do a part two of this!

I also added Julie, Carrie, and Alex being best friends because we deserve it.

Batman and the Barista

Aside from his co-workers, there was not one single thing about working at Eats ‘n’ Beats that made Alex Mercer’s job there bearable. If the coffee machine wasn’t straight-up not working, it was spurting scalding water at him; the customers were generally speaking entitled and rude; his boss was so laid-back and carefree that it was painful and no problems in the workplace ever got solved; and the hours were ridiculous – for example, some days Alex worked from four a.m. until nine a.m. Who in their right mind wants coffee at four o’clock in the morning?

The only other thing – or rather, the only other person – that might have stood any chance of making Alex’s job worthwhile also made it worse. They would have been perfect if only for the fact that they wouldn’t tell Alex their goddamn name.

He was a regular at Eats ‘n’ Beats and seemed to come into the shop at least once on every one of Alex’s shifts. He was, in Alex’s eyes, utterly perfect – beautiful tawny skin, long dark hair sometimes twined into a bun at the base of his neck, and the most adorable smile Alex could imagine. It was downright unfair how attractive he was, and how funny, kind, and smart he was too.

If only he would tell Alex who he was.

Every single time he came in the shop, the guy ordered the same drink (hot chocolate with cream, marshmallows, sprinkles, the works) and every time Alex would ask for his name. Every single time he had received a different answer.

The first few times he had hardly noticed. The second time the guy came in the coffee shop he had told Alex his name was Horatio – Alex could have sworn his name had been Patrick the week before, but it was possible that he was misremembering, so he hadn’t thought anything of it. But the next time the guy came in his name had been Edmund. After that it had been Marcus, then Jason, then Rudy, Stewart, Bob, Milo. The names had got increasingly weirder; just yesterday Alex had scrawled Megamind on the guy’s to-go cup. Before that it had been Sherlock.

As lovely as the guy was, Alex often found himself complaining to his friends about him and his lack of naming consistency, usually on his too-short breaks.

“He just seems like a really cool guy,” he was saying to his co-workers Carrie and Julie one day as they all sat around a small, cramped table in the staff room. “I’d really like to get to know him but he seems intent on me not knowing him at all!”

Alex could practically hear Carrie rolling her eyes. “We know you’d like to get to know him,” she muttered, “it’s all you ever talk about.”

“That’s not true,” Alex protested. “I talk about other things!”

“Like what?” Carrie asked, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.

“Like the band,” Alex returned.

Julie shook her head. “Only if I bring it up first. And your contribution is usually something along the lines of ‘I wish coffee shop guy would come to one of our gigs, how cool would that be?’”

“That’s not– I– okay.” Alex sighed, then said under his breath, “Although it would be kinda cool if he did come to one of our shows.”

Carrie sighed dramatically. “You are so far gone it’s painful to listen to.”

“Just ask him out,” Julie said, smiling fondly. “I see the way he grins at you when he gives you a ridiculous fake name – his smile is so wide it practically falls off his face!”

“I don’t want to ask him out,” Alex lied. It wasn’t as if a lie like that could work on Julie and Carrie anyway; they both rolled their eyes and crossed their arms, eerily in sync with each other. “I don’t! I just want to get to know him.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?” Julie said.

“No. I wanted to get to know you guys without wanting to date you.”

“That’s because you’re gay,” Carrie said matter-of-factly, “and Julie and I are, correct me if I’m wrong, girls.”

“That’s fair,” Alex conceded. “But I don’t want to ask him out.”

Julie patted his hand. “Sure, Alex.”

A few minutes later, their break ended and the three friends made their way back out front to the shop. It was bustling and busy, and the co-worker Alex took over from on the register looked one customer away from breaking down into a mess of tears.

Alex, Julie, and Carrie (each manning their stations either on the cash register, at the coffee machine, or calling orders) started working, getting drinks and snacks for everyone. In the first five minutes, only one person yelled at Alex for accidentally spelling their name wrong on the cup, which passed as a good five minutes in his book.

Alex wouldn’t deny that he was watching the door, waiting for someone specific to come in. So maybe he was a little distracted, and maybe he did mess up a few orders or names, and maybe he could feel Julie and Carrie fondly glaring at him for being a little bit elsewhere, but it wasn’t really his fault. It was entirely Cute No-Name’s fault and if asked that was exactly who Alex would blame.

Eventually, with only ten minutes to go until closing time when the customers had dwindled down to just one or two every few minutes, the door swung open and the guy finally came in. There was something a little different today, and Alex’s throat went dry when he saw it – Cute No-Name had a skateboard tucked under his arm and removed his helmet as he entered the shop.

There was no queue at this hour, so he sauntered right up to Alex, a wide smile on his face.

“Hey, hotdog,” the guy said. It was a name he’d started using for Alex after seeing that one of the many things he had embroidered on his work apron was a hotdog (right between the rainbow flag and the drumsticks). Alex didn’t like the nickname, but No-Name couldn’t be stopped.

“Hey,” Alex replied, clearing his throat. “Hey, how are you?”

“I’m good,” No-Name replied. “You?”

“Yeah, yeah, great,” Alex said. He was aiming for a casual tone, but judging by Carrie and Julie’s poorly masked snickers he was not doing a very good job. “You want the usual?”

“Yeah, thanks, man,” the guy said. “To-go, please.”

Alex nodded, punching the price into the cash register and giving the guy his total. After he had been paid, Alex picked up a to-go cup and a permanent marker, turning to No-Name again. “So, what’s your name today?”

No-Name considered for a moment, then grinned. Maybe Julie was right, Alex thought – nobody could find this whole thing so funny that they’d smile that wide.

“I’m Batman,” the guy said. The worst part was that he did the voice too.

Alex groaned and shook his head, fighting a smile as he scrawled ‘Batman’ on the cup. “Of course you are. Carrie,” he called over his shoulder, holding the cup out. “This guy’s usual, please.”

Carrie didn’t take the cup. Instead, giggling along with Julie, she said, “Sorry, but who is ‘this guy’?”

“Carrie,” Alex said warningly.

“Who is he, Alex?” Julie asked, face bright with laughter.

“Not you too,” Alex said. Carrie, Julie, and No-Name were all properly laughing now. “I seriously can’t be the only one who doesn’t find this funny.”

“What’s his name, Alex?” Carrie asked between laughs.

Alex scowled at her. “Batman.”

Finally, Carrie took the cup and started making ‘Batman’s’ drink. Alex, shaking his head exasperatedly, turned back to face No-Name.

“Can I ask what your actual name is?” he said while Julie and Carrie were distracted by throwing marshmallows at each other, clearly not listening. “Genuinely. Because you always give a fake or different name and I… I mean, I just want to know who you really are.”

No-Name’s beam faded to a smaller, more delicate, warmer smile. “Sure, hotdog. It’s Willie.”

It was really that easy? All he’d had to do this whole time was ask?

“Really? No joking around this time?” The guy nodded. Alex thought for a moment and then said, “Willie what?”

Willie shrugged and leaned on the counter. He wasn’t that close, but Alex felt as if they were practically nose-to-nose. He wouldn’t have admitted how much that made his heart race.

“It depends,” Willie said. “What’s yours?”

Alex furrowed his brow, confused, but still said, “It’s Mercer.”

The mischievous grin was back. Willie straightened up and said, “Well, in that case, hopefully one day it’ll be Willie Mercer.”

Alex felt his jaw drop, heard Julie gasp, and heard Carrie not-so-quietly utter a swear.

Willie was the only one who seemed unaffected. He beamed over at Carrie, saying, “Is my drink nearly ready? I’ve got a skatepark to get to.”

With shaking hands, Carrie passed Willie his drink, and after they’d all said their goodbyes she slapped Alex’s arm. Repeatedly. Hard.

“He likes you,” she hissed. She almost sounded angry, but Alex knew that she was simply passionate about something potentially going right in his love life for once. “He totally likes you!”

“You think so?” Alex asked sceptically. “Because he could have just been joking–”

Julie scoffed. “That guy’s idea of a joke is giving a fake name at a coffee shop, not the implication of marriage.”

Alex couldn’t help it. He let himself smile and felt himself blush.

“So,” Julie continued, “will you ask him out now?”

Alex looked at the floor, still smiling sheepishly. “I’ll think about it,” he mumbled through his smile.

In the end, it didn’t really take much thinking about. Willie came in again the next day, even though it was one of Alex’s four-til-nine shifts. At six a.m. on the dot, Willie pushed the door open, the only customer in the shop.

“Hey, hotdog,” he greeted as usual, coming over and leaning against the counter.

“Hey, Willie,” Alex returned, smiling. He couldn’t believe he had a real name to use for this guy now; it made his heart beat in a way that was far too over the top for the situation. Without asking what Willie wanted or for a name to put on his cup, he set about making the drink. “You went skating yesterday, right? How was it?”

Willie grinned, fiddling with a ribbon on a charity collection tub. “It was fun. I mastered a trick I’ve been trying to learn for months. Have you ever skated?”

“Yep,” Alex said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Loads of times.”

Willie laughed. Alex adored the sound, and the way Willie’s eyes crinkled with his smile as he giggled. He felt his heart beat even faster. “So that’s a no. Maybe I could teach you sometime.”

“I’m not sure you really want to do that,” Alex said, handing over the drink, the name ‘Willie’ written on the side of the cup. “I don’t think I’m exactly badass skater material.”

“Still,” Willie said with a shrug. “It’d be fun. And we could make it a date. If you want.”

Yet again, Alex felt his jaw drop. “Wait, really? You want to… okay. You want to go on a date with me?”

Willie said nothing, just smiled brightly.

“I… I mean, yeah,” Alex continued, feeling very flustered, overwhelmed by the butterflies in his stomach. They were happy butterflies though – unnaturally happy. “Yeah, I also want to go on a date. With you. Thank you. People probably don’t say ‘thank you’ when they’re asked on a date, do they? That was probably weird, I’m sorry–”

Willie laughed and Alex stopped talking. He wouldn’t have been surprised if the whole world stopped, if the Earth ceased its spinning every time Willie made that sound.

“It’s a date,” Willie said, grinning. “Are you free today?”

Alex choked to find his voice and said, “Yeah, I finish at nine.”

“Cool, bro, I’ll be here to pick you up then. Sound good?”

“Sounds great,” he returned. Once again, he wasn’t quite sure he hit his target of ‘coolly disinterested’ and instead landed at ‘so disinterested that it was obvious that he was interested’. “I’ll see you then.”

“Catch you later, hotdog,” Willie said, saluting as he left the coffee shop, the bell on the door ringing behind him.

Alex couldn’t help but do an excited little jump and something that might have passed for a happy dance, but there was nobody there to see him so it didn’t matter. He couldn’t wait to tell Julie and Carrie about this.

[aria-chicken-flugget]

Disney World with The Brothers (+ Undateables)

HCs that no one asked for, i’m just self indulgent✨

Link to Undateables post

*Based on Disney World Orlando Resort*

The Brothers

Lucifer 🔥

The Mom TM

Has a fanny pack with all the tickets

Made a detailed itinerary of where each of you will go when, with whom and for how long

“Our scheduled break’s not for another 10 minutes”

Says he doesn’t need to go on the rides/ doesn’t enjoy it etc

Squealing inside at how much fun he’s actually having

“Wha - is Diavolo going on that train again?”

He literally wouldn’t even go to the parks if he didn’t enjoy it, wouldn’t see the point

“I’m busy enough as it is at home do you think I need this on top?”

This Sadist TM would force people on the rides they didn’t want to ride because It IS iN THe iTinERaRy

Would jam pack the days to get the full experience, wearing most out

But you request a rest day to which he’ll oblige

“Ugh why are we going here -“ “Because MC requested it, complain again and i’ll tear your ticket.”

Tears up when it’s the last night/ fireworks display

“MC, this was a rather fun idea. If you’d like to come again don’t hesitate to ask, i’ll take you.”

Mammon 💵

Goes against everything The Mom TM has worked in the itenerary, but is quickly stopped

Easily distracted and stops in the middle of walking to an attraction.

“Hey don’t stop in the sidewalk, genius.”

Literally bounces with excitement around the parks but blushes furiously when it’s pointed out by the brothers

“Oi quit that, I don’ know what ya talkin’ about”

Would sour real fast when having to queue, getting caught by The Mom when trying to cut the queue

“Why do we have to queue, huh? This better be worth it”

It is

Has the most expressive/funniest ride photographs

“Mammon that ride wasn’t that scary -“ “Who says i was scared, huh? I was making MC feel better about being scared...” Blush

Would push the other brothers out the way if they tried to sit with you on a ride

“But it’s my turn -“ “your turn my ass, that’s MY HUMAN”

Would sour when your attention is divided by the fireworks and him

Soon perks up when you ask to explore the park together and run around like kids at night

Is probably the most fun at this time as there’s not much queing when it gets late so he’ll grab your hand and take you everywhere

Levi 👾

Woooooooaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!

“This is like FINAL BOSS level cool! It’s almost worth being outside.”

The Vlogger TM

Literally documents anything and everything. Even when Beel’s eating a snack- makes it sound like the coolest adventure which it is

“Why are we going to THAT attraction? It’s the literal worst on all the reviews online.”

Secretly LOVES the attraction, would turn into a tomato when called out, fiercly denies it

“Y-you wanna ride with me? Uhhh ok, i guess... no no wait!”

Gets you two matching Mickey ears, along with any and all the possible merch

“In TSL, Henry went to an amusement park with all the Prince’s brothers and they had the best time and it was all Henry’s plan to help them get along and it worked, making their journey more -“ *Belphie Snores*

Looks for hidden Mickeys with you after he bought the book on them, as recommended online

*starts vlog* “Day Three and MC and I are yet to find the elusive hidden Mickeys -“

Can only really last til early afternoon before the heat/ social interaction gets too much for him and he may need to go

Recovers lightning fast when he sees you having fun with his brothers without him whilst he was taking a break

Snatches your hand to take you elsewhere, where d’you wanna go? What d’yo wanna do? Name it and he’ll do it lol Envyyy

Everyone is grateful for his vlogging by the end of the holiday, as it meant you all got to watch it back fondly when it was over

Satan 📚

Unlike Mammon, he successfully escapes The Mom and the itinerary when he wants to

However if you wanted him to stick around, he’d blush, “Alright, just for a while.”

Has a subdued smile on his face, enjoying it much more than he anticipated he would

Smiles widley at the parades, mainly because your smile was so bright as you watched

If he saw you eyeing up a giant Disney Balloon he would buy it, ignoring any protestations

Would back up any discourse over the itinerary just to mess with The Mom

“Perhaps the itinerary is not as ‘well thought out’ as you’d anticipated.”

Would begrudgingly play along with your waiting games whilst queing, secretly loving your company

Would be the one with the maps, and wouldn’t give one to Lucifer lol

Though somewhat gimmicky in his opinion, he’d deeply enjoy the Around the World showcase

Would last longer than anyone expected and would want to see the parks at night

“MC would you like to join me?”

Whilst taking your hand to explore the park’s atmosphere at night

LOVES the Haunted Mansion ride and the way you cling to his sleeve when riding with him

Asmodeus 💋

“Don’t forget to put on sunscreen! Protect your skin 💕”

Whilst Lucifer has a practical, generic fanny pack - Asmo’s is psychedelic and glittery

Packs lip balm, antibacterial gel and a mini fan

Serves all the Best Looks TM each day and takes amazing photos of everyone, with everyone

“Oh no, honey. It’s gonna be hot today you’ll want to wear something lighter like cotton or linen.”

Would whine when he starts to get sweaty around the parks

Would peck your cheek when you suggest a bathroom break to freshen up

LOVES the around the world showcase. All the people, all the culture all the music and colours!

Unsurprisingly, isn’t a fan of rollercoasters as it messes up his hair

Would buy you the cutest souvenir and gets matching bracelets with a small, sophisticated silver Mickey charm on each

Would spend lunch with you, checking on you ensuring your keeping your water up etc and feed you

Also intrigued by the parks at night but would be more interested in getting a good night’s sleep for his skin

However if you asked/wanted time in the parks at night he’d find a secluded area to watch the fireworks with an arm around your waist

Beelzebub 🍔

Would give you piggy back rides when you get tired

“When’s lunch?” “We just got here, Beel...”

Would wrap you in a bear hug if you packed snacks for him

*munch* *munch* “Do you want that? - thanks!” *munch*

Would stop at all the food stalls. Every. Single. One - “ThIS iSn’T iN ThE iTiNeRaRY”

“Here MC, try this! This looks good too, do you want one?”

Would help carry people’s belongings

Wouldn’t notice you put Mickey ears on him until he looked at the photos later

Would notice you eyeing up a parade and when you kept quiet as not to disrupt the itinerary, would speak up

If it doesnt go your way, he’ll sneak away with you “Then we’ll go see it together.” Puppy eyed smile

“Beel we gotta get in the queue or we won’t make the line in time!” “Just a second -“ *munch* *munch*

Wouldn’t mind if you wanted to ride with others, but would eventually get sour if you weren’t with him at all

Would hold your hand around the parks with one hand and eat ice cream with the other

Would put you on his shoulders so you could see the fireworks better

He LOVES the fireworks and wonders what they’d taste like “Beel, no.” “:(“

“Someone’s having fun, i’m glad!”

Carries you over one shoulder and a sleeping Belphie over the other

“I - want to come here again... with you.” Blush

Belphegor 😴

Much like Satan, Belphie would deliberately go against the Itinerary with success, and would take you and Beel with him

Would make everyone late to the park by sleeping in

If you wanted everyone to stick together, you’d convince him with a promise to let him nap on your lap later

Would say he hates being there and would actually hate being there

For the most part... what coaxes him is seeing how happy you are, and Beel being happy too

“Belphie, look how cool this ride is! Wanna go?” ‘Begrudgingly’ agrees with a smirk

Would fall asleep at lunch and would have to be slapped shaken awake

Hell would freeze over before he admitted to it... but he started to have a good time

Starts to get more involved if you hold his hand and encourage him, a small smile on his lips

LOVES Tower of Terror and any boat ride - he can fall asleep on the boat rides

He HATES the water rides but having convinced Lucifer on one under false pretences, his expression makes it worth it lol

That one Joker TM that ‘pretends’ to be asleep in any rollercoaster attraction photograph

Some times he is actually asleep in those photos, but no one knows which ones are real or fake

Doesn’t mind queues because it gives him time to chill and nap

Falls asleep on your shoulder at the fireworks

I will do the Undateables in a follow up Post! Might edit this one but have them for now because I hope they make you smile! ✨