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can you explain the appeal of these ship polls to me?
genuinely asking bc i really don’t get why they happen so often or why people take them seriously. it feels like all they do is breed conflict.
what makes everyone feel so strongly about the winners, especially if it doesn’t actually represent the true popularity of the ship? (not that popularity matters bc if it’s fun then it’s fun and everyone is entitled to their feelings and opinions)
not mad or trying to be mean, i genuinely want to understand bc im bad with social cues and at reading people. what is it about them that you like? <3
so like this is actually super funny to me lol because everything you just described has been EXACTLY how I feel about sports (especially regarding American football fans in the United States). I've actually joked a couple times already about how (thanks to this poll) I finally understand what the big deal about the Superbowl is. In fact, over the last week, I've felt a kinship with overworked cashiers who use their fifteen-minute breaks to check the score throughout the day. Every time one of the previous polls taken an unexpected swerve, please picture me jumping up and down and hollering at my computer like I'm some middle-aged white dad yelling at some referee. 😆
My state has two college football teams, both with avid fanbases, and people get SO up-in-arms about it. Even after finding out I have no interest in sports, people have threatened to commit bodily harm against me if they ever catch me wearing merch of the wrong side's team. To be honest, I'm with you — I've always found that kind of attitude to be super aggressive and needlessly rude. Unfortunately.... 😖(insert my walk of shame lol) I have recently acquired an understanding of the psychology behind it....
In other words, I think your confusion is very similar to my confusion about sports. Sports fans, especially in my state, always seem like they would really consider it a dealbreaker if I wear the wrong merch or that they would really punch me in the face if I show support for the wrong team (which does happen to people at some sports games, but I think it's a minority of sports fans who would ever do that). Most of the time, if you get upset by jokes like that, the other person will drop the act and reassure you. But sports fans will never admit they're kidding. 🙄
Anyway, with that context, I think you first must untangle the phrase "people take [shipping polls] so seriously." The truth is that we're not taking it seriously, but, like sports fans, our humor and social cues are probably difficult to read. Especially for someone not "in on the joke," we might look like we're all upset and riled up. We might say things that sound serious and aggressive. But inwardly, we're actually all laughing about it. None of us really care about the results, we're just here to have a good time playfully arguing our sides.
You're probably still wondering why anyone would find enjoyment out of this, so I think it will help if you re-contextualize it into a framework more familiar... Why do people enjoy roller coasters when the purpose of a roller coaster is to trigger your body into a fight-flight response? Why do people watch horror movies or go into haunted houses when the purpose of them is to scare the shit out of people? Why do people enjoy watching or listening to true crime drama when the stories showcase the most barbaric and cruel forms of human nature? Why do people read AITA threads on Reddit, even though they often depict the wildest examples of abuse/toxicity/etc. in human relationships?
It's because all of those examples allow a person to experience stress/terror/anger/etc. in a way that is safe. Roller coasters don't actually kill you. Horror movies have a pause button. Scary things in haunted houses are the work of prop designers and actors. True crime media and AITA threads involve stories that are happening to other people, not you. Similarly, in shipping polls, I think people enjoy having a safe way to channel their feelings about fandom rivalries in a way that is mostly harmless.
Whatever the reason for our enjoyment, however, I think once you realize that none of us actually care about the results, everything else starts to click into place. But here's some answers to your other questions:
Why do we care about the results when they're never accurate? Because we never cared about the results in the first place, hahaha. We care about what's funny. We care about what makes for the juiciest drama. (I mean, think of how funny it was when that final bracket on the Best Star Wars Character poll resulted in victory for Sebulba instead of Obi-Wan! Lmao!) In short, accuracy is boring. Bribing, cheating, and begging in order to skew results is hilarious.
Why are we so mean and hostile to each other? Because we're not actually being mean and hostile to each other.* We're teasing each other. The same way as two best friends might tease each other (example from one friend to another that I literally saw this morning: "oh my god you are SUCH a nerd 😂"). That kind of teasing doesn't work if somebody cares about the subject matter (for example, that joke would NOT be okay if the aforementioned "nerd" had ANY negative feelings about that word). But in the right circumstances, this kind of teasing can feel REALLY good, REALLY fun, and even increase feelings of security within the friendship! In shipping polls, people are probably just exhibiting the communal version of this.**
Why do people care so much about the winners? I don't actually know the answer to this because this is my first time ever enjoying a ship poll, and we haven't gotten there yet. 😅Someone feel free to pitch in.
Why do they happen so often? Probably clout. Beyond that, in order to make a poll, someone has to genuinely be curious about the results. They can theorize, but they can't know what the outcome will be. Not only that, they have to remember that tumblr polls are all fun and games (or else, imagine how incredibly infuriating it would be to see people trolling). People who want accurate results don't use tumblr polls for a reason; they use official surveys instead. In this shipping poll, OP wrote a rule for each round that the results weren't meant to be taken seriously. So I think they enjoy it for the same reasons as we do. That kind of thrill can be addicting lol, and I can see why people would want to recreate it again and again.
In closing, it's been fun, but I don't think another poll like this will similarly compel me. This has just been a one-time thing that I was able to enjoy because of certain circumstances that overlapped with my interests and sense of humor. In truth, I get just as annoyed at the frequency of these polls, and I will likely need a lifelong cooldown after this one concludes. Frankly, if I'd remembered that the final round would be for a week instead of a day, I might have.... well, I might have made different decisions to say the least, lmao.
[*] This is not inclusive of antis. There is no reason to shit on one ship exclusively when there are 5+ other ships in the running. There is especially no reason to threaten the other side with an "electric chair with a built-in guillotine" if they win. That's not fun and games. That's just fucked up.
[**] Because it's a communal version and not a close friendship, it's definitely hard to gauge people's feelings about whether they're okay with being teased. A comment, to one person, might sound like teasing, but, to another, might come across as hurtful and mean. Only intimate friends can really tell the difference (and even they make mistakes). This is definitely unfortunate, but it's kind of a consequence of human behavior in general — not something specific to these kinds of polls imo.
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Cross Paths
Summary: Kylian knows what he wants and its you.
Pairings: Kylian x reader
A/n: Hey everyone I took a small break but im back with so many ideas that I can't wait to share! I hope you love this and its Pt.2 which will hopefully be out soon. xx
Kylian was always sure of himself.
He was on the path to be one of the greatest football players in the world and the line of teams wanting him was endless.
He was confident he could have whatever he wanted, he had the drive for it.
He always had an answer for anything thrown his way, not a second to lose.
So what was it with you?
Any other girl he’d sweet talk her until he got what he wanted but when he met you he was stuck.
You’d met once at a talk show and he was instantly mesmerized, even the small hug you’d given him then left him wanting to linger in your scent.
Not only were you so beautiful on the outside, you were the kindest, most funniest girl he’d ever met.
And he didn't even know you all too well yet.
Instantly he looked for your instagram hoping he could find something that would make you cross paths once more.
But for now, he was stuck stalking your instagram.
Suddenly he hit the jackpot.
You were a soccer fan, more importantly a barcelona fan, even more important, you were friends with Antonella.
Messis wife, his teammate Messi.
He had yet to hit the follow button a little scared of the thought of you not following him back.
But to his surprise you were already following him.
Quickly he followed you back and began thinking of how to reach out to you.
But what would he say? He needed to be quick before fans and the media started speculating and scared you away with rumors and gossip.
In dire need of help he reached out to a duo who could help him, Ney and Leo.
Both answered the group call almost at the same time.
“Hey Ky”
“Qué pasa muchacho”(whats up kid?)
“Hey guys, I ‘m kind of struggling with something right now and I wanted to ask you guys for help?” they were going to tease the shit out of him for this.
“Sure, what is it?” Messi asked, well here goes nothing.
“Do you guys know Y/n? Like Y/n L/n?” Kylian asked, trying to sound natural.
The blush rose to his face instantly when both their faces lit up.
“You like her don't you?” Ney screamed through the phone.
“Hold on, let me get Antonella.” Messi said running through his house.
“ I just needed help finding a way to talk to her and she followed me but how am I supposed to text her when I don’t have her number and I bet her Dm’s are being blown up every second of the day.” Kylian ranted not knowing what to say while Ney laughed.
“Ky honey I'm sending you her number, I love this!” Antonella said, taking the phone from her husband.
“ I knew you liked her! I ‘m pretty sure the entire world does too. Have you seen the interview?” Messi said quickly before Neymar interjected.
“Seriously Kyks, You barely took your eyes off of her, how could we not tell? Even a blind man could see how much you like her.” Neymar said stunning Kylian.
“Was it that obvious? She's gonna think I'm a creep!” he said, groaning as he searched up the interview.
“ I promise you she's not, she's the nicest person ever and she probably hasn’t seen social media today yet.” Antonella said just as he received a message with the contact info.
“Social media? What's on there?” Kylian said quickly moving over to twitter and instagram.
“Oh there's so many edits mate.” Neymar said, beginning to send him edit after edit of Kylian staring at Y/n during the interview.
“You mean to tell me she hasn't seen these? They're basically everywhere!” He said hoping he didn't look like a stalker texting you after all of this.
“Okay maybe she's seen a couple but thats okay Ky just text her!” Antonella encouraged him, she thought she’d be good for him and vice versa.
“Look she ever hearted the one I just sent her, I think she likes you back Kyks.” Neymar encouraged Kylian even more.
“Alright that's enough of those Im gonna go, Thank you Antonella!” He said.
“Thank me later! Take her somewhere nice for me!” She said before hanging up.
Well here goes nothing, but what would he say?
“Hey I stalked you socials until I found out I knew someone you knew and asked them for your number please go out with me?”
Well if that wasn't the most loser thing ever.
Not wanting to over think it he sent a simple, “Hey this is Kylian from the talk show, I asked a friend for your number I hope you don't mind.” sent @11:24am
He tried to find something to keep him busy, not expecting you to reply immediately.
He began prepping his gym bag when he suddenly heard his phone buzz from his bed.
He practically dived into his bed grabbing his phone.
His heart was beating rapidly as he read your name on his screen.
“Hey Kylian I don't mind at all, I would've given it to you myself :) What's up?” sent@ 11:26am
Smiling to himself he wondered how quickly he should move.
“ I remembered you mentioning you were a big fan of football and wanted to invite you to watch a PSG match in france?” Sent@ 11:29am
You were left smiling at your phone, Of course you’d been to many matches with Antonella but never have you been invited by Kylian before.
Luckily everyone around you was too busy to notice your sudden change in mood.
Realizing you were taking a little too long to reply you quickly accepted.
“ You're in luck Mbappé. I just landed in France this morning and I‘d love to.” sent @ 11:36am
Sighing in relief to see your reply Kylian knew he had to play the match of his life to impress you.
“Lucky me, let's meet before the match?” @ 11:39 am he did want to seem like a creep replying so fast but he was ready for this match to come along.
“How else would I be able to wish you goodluck? Can’t wait!” sent @ 12:01 pm
Kylian was over the moon.
All of his worries of rejection were out the window and now he was fully focused on finding the fastest way to convince you he was the one for you.
“My thoughts exactly, See you soon beautiful.” sent @ 12:03 pm
Kylian felt like he was in the best mood of his life, your paths were going to cross sooner than he could have imagined and he was looking forward to it.
As were you.
#kylian mbappe#kylian x reader#kylian imagines#makes psg debut two days before brother kylian faces argentina in world cup final#kylian#psg#psg football#france#paris saint germain
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hq boys as things my mom does (or has done)
i’m not going to lie some of these are really specific but it is what it is skdjf
hinata — unironically tries out those diy hacks on facebook. he thinks they're really neat but if it goes wrong, his excuse is that he just wanted to debunk it. like ofc he knew olive oil, in fact, does not get rid of the scratches on your wooden table......
kageyama — tells you to buy fat free milk and then remembers after u get home that it was supposed to be 1% “nothing more, nothing less.”
tsukishima — will go over the lyrics of a song or like a dance ONCE and expects u to get with the program. deadass doesn't understand why u can't keep up
yamaguchi — CONSTANTLY STRESSIN whenever he's in charge of an event like a party. literally sweatin bullets running around the venue to make sure everything is in its place. poor boy can't even enjoy himself bc he has to make sure the night is running smoothly the entire time,,,
daichi — u were chillin in the backseat with noya and tanaka goin stupit goin crazy but u couldn't hear daichi telling u three to chill tf out so he fucking brake checks yall. noya nearly goes flyin while u and tanaka have whiplash.
sugawara — ok this one i know everyone can relate to but he's that person that leaves you in line at the grocery store while he takes his sweet ass time to grab one thing he forgot. u probably end up paying for everything bc he took too long
oikawa — doesn't care if u don't look good in the pic he will still post it on every social media platform he has bc he thinks he looks amazing rip
kenma — i'm sorey but i think this mf sucks at taking pictures. selfies are ez but like pictures of u? of everyone else? absolute shit. don't get me wrong he's really trying, but he will have like 14 different blurry photos of the same thing and a 3 second video of the ground. refuses to delete them though bc he might need it (he's in denial and embarrassed ok)
kuroo — whenever u guys have fish for dinner he goes out of his way to remove the sharp troublesome bones if there are any before serving it to u. if u do end up choking on a bone that he missed he just tells u to go eat a banana.
bokuto — was scared when he heard the raiders were coming to town but he didn't know that they're actually a football team
osamu — his food is great, i know, but there are rare nights where he tries to mix it up a little and throw in a little something extra. this time around, it was the seasoning. it smelled great, but the taste was not 100% w u. so u tell him honestly, not in a way to hurt his feelings, but for future reference. will give u an attitude for the rest of the night and tell u to cook ur own food next time. (he still cooked for u the following night)
atsumu — refused to sing at a karaoke party bc he thought it would be rude to steal the spotlight like that oml just say ur shy and GO JJDJKDSK
kita — ur having dinner w the inarizaki boys and chattin w suna and then kita just randomly asks u if u smoke weed. u can't tell if he's asking bc he wants some or if he's asking so he can lecture u about it.
suna — gets upset if you ask if he wants to get food but u aren't paying like why are u offering if it's not gonna be free?? also won't pay if he's the one that invites u out. i mean he does sometimes but uknow.
sakusa — one time he bought the highest strength of zinc supplements since he read that they’re good 4 u. he just wanted to take care of u and gets worked up over keeping the both of u rona free but he didn't know the strength for daily usage is waaay lower than what he got and so u were stuck w a severely upset stomach the whole day. he feels TERRIBLE
hoshiumi — sings along passionately to his favorite song and talks about how much he genuinely thinks he can replicate the artist's singing style. not a fan if u disagree.
ushijima — i personally like the hc that he has reading glasses, but if he loses them he has his phone held like an arm's length away from his face and types with one finger. also doesn't know how to save pictures so he just screenshots and won't even crop it like ushi pls crop ur memes .
#haikyuu#haikyuu headcanons#hq headcanons#haikyuu x reader#hq x reader#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#tsukishima kei#yamaguchi tadashi#sawamura daichi#sugawara koushi#oikawa tooru#kenma kozume#kuroo tetsurou#bokuto kotarou#osamu miya#atsumu miya#suna rintarou#sakusa kiyoomi#hoshiumi kourai#ushijima wakatoshi#eros drabbles
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The thrill of the chase - Chapter Six
Pairings: Mason Mount/OC, Ben Chilwell/OC
Warnings: Grovelling Ben and a very upset Mason.
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Three more days passed with radio silence from Ben. I stormed into my office on Thursday morning feeling incredibly grumpy and resentful towards everyone else. That was until I opened the door and the smell of fresh flowers hit my nose.
Every available surface apart from a small workspace on the desk was covered in vases filled with white roses, lilies and purple flowers that I didn’t recognise.
As I moved some of the vases to make space to set up my computer and tablet next to my screen I realised that there was someone stood in my doorway.
“Billy! I’ve not seen you for days. How are you?”I asked chirpily, my bad mood already lifting.
“Ye good darl, see you got Chilly’s flowers then?” he stepped closer to one vase and inspected the flowers before saying “I think mine for Bri were better.”
I laughed, shaking my head at him. The start up screen on the computer flashed up and I logged in. Immediately I started to get google alerts and other pop ups for our social media channels and some of the players’ personal accounts.
“You’re going to be busy today. Mason’s mrs has been all over social media going bat shit crazy all evening, accusing him of cheating and allsorts.”
I narrowed my eyes at the screen trying to pick out Mason’s name in the pop ups.
“Are you sure?” I asked as I scrolled through.
Billy was right though, Mason’s social media was flooded with people commenting in the defence of his girlfriend, asking how he could ever dare cheat on her. I clicked through from Mason’s page to hers and listened to the short clip from her tik tok where she explained that Mason’s head wasn’t fully in their relationship and she felt that could only mean one thing, that he was cheating on her. I rolled my eyes but at the same time I didn’t quite know what to think. Was Mason really that type of guy? Footballers have a really shit reputation for cheating because they can basically get any girl that they want but we had that chat the other day when I was upset about Ben and he had told me that he didn’t want to end things with her because he was scared of being alone.
“Do you think he actually did it? I can do a better job of squashing this if he didn’t”
Billy shook his head and straight away said “No way. Ok he’s not really in it anymore but he feels really bad about that because they’ve been together so long and she even went with him when he played for Vitesse.”
“Do you think that you can send him my way when he’s free? I’ll do my best to block the trolls and we’ll deal with the rest when I see him.”
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“I am so sorry for running out on you last weekend.”
Ben had come in from training to spend his lunch break with me and was currently grovelling. I was quite enjoying having his attention again and wasn’t going to let him off the hook for disappearing that easily.
“Can I ask what was so important?”
“It’s going to sound stupid but I went back to Leicester. There was this kid there that I used to give my shirts to every week and he tweeted that it was his birthday and that he never got my shirt from the last game I played so I kind of panicked and drove up there with it.” he said.
He seemed genuine and if true, that was a very nice thing to do for a young fan. I felt the ice wall around my heart melt a little.
“I guess I can forgive you then.” I smiled.
“I hope no one told you to stop seeing me.” he mumbled, his head slightly turned in the direction of the door as if he was checking no one was listening.
I laughed and took a dramatic pause before I responded. “Bri was too loved up with Billy to give any kind of real opinion on the matter and the only other person I spoke to was Mase who told me that I should give you another chance.”
Ben shifted uncomfortably in his seat at the mention of Mason’s name which seemed a little bit weird but then again he probably knew about what was happening in Mason’s relationship right now so dropped whatever he was going to say about it.
“Do you want to go and see a movie later? Mads has been going on and on about one he saw recently. Can’t remember the name of the top of my head but it sounds good.”
“That sounds nice. As long as it’s not a horror film then I’m up for it.” I responded.
Then feeling bad that I had been a bit stand-offish with him, I leant across the desk and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. As I sat back down in my seat he mumbled “tease.”
“Sorry you still don’t get to go back to full benefits that easy Mr Chilwell.” I grinned.
“Ok then gorgeous. Can I pick you up at about 7? I’ll look at the film times and see if we can squeeze dinner in before.” he said, standing from his chair and subtly trying to brush crumbs from his sandwich onto the floor.
“Yeah ok, I’ll be ready by then. I’m hoping that I won’t need to stay late tonight.” I stood from behind the desk to see him out and pecked him again on the lips just outside my office.
“See you later.” he grinned before leaving in the direction of the training pitches.
Just as Ben turned the corner, Mason came towards the door from the opposite direction, his brow furrowed.
“Are you here to see me?” I asked him.
“Of course, you asked for me?”
He sounded very upset so I tried my best not to get snappy at him.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t sure if you had gotten the message that’s all. Come in and I’ll make us a drink.”
His expression softened a little then and he entered the office, heading straight for the more comfortable chairs over the in the corner.
Thinking that it might be more comforting than a coffee, I made him a hot chocolate and finished it off with whipped cream on top. The only thing missing from it was some chocolate sprinkles.
He laughed when I passed him the mug and said “hey where are the smarties or the dolly mixtures?”
“It does seem like it needs something on top of the cream doesn’t it?” I laughed.
We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes while Mason sipped his drink and tried to calm himself down.
“I’ve seen her video.” I started.
“It’s a load of shit. You know it’s a load of shit right? Do you know what brought her to post that? They have a fucking new song coming out that’s about cheating and revenge and she wanted to use our relationship to promote it so their PR people told her to post a video about suspecting me of cheating to get her social media engagement up!” his voice escalated in volume as he spoke.
“Are you telling me that it was fake?”
He nodded. “Sorry for getting so angry and aggressive about it but how dare she shit on me and my image to further hers?!”
“Fuck, ok. I’m trying to think about how we manage this. If we come out and say that you haven’t done anything then I’m sure she’ll make your life living hell for it. If you were to break up with her over this, she can then make it spiral even more out of control and can use that to almost confirm her story.” I sighed, feeling so frustrated and angry for him.
“I want to break up with her now. I can’t stand the sight of her face. I don’t think I can go home and see her tonight. I don’t know what to do. I know you say she can then make it worse but I don’t know if I care at this point.” he put his head in his hands.
“Speaking to you as a friend, I think you need to do what is best for you and we will deal with the fall out from it together. We put out something this afternoon on your socials that deny her claims and we continue to do that until the story dies.” I said.
He looked over the top of his hands at me and nodded.
“Do you trust me to do this for you?” I asked.
“Of course. I’m grateful for your time. I know this isn’t exactly part of your job.”
“Marina would never forgive me if I let this get out of control and it started to affect your performance of the pitch or brought the image of the club into disrepute.” I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently, hoping that he found the little bit of contact reassuring.
He looked at me, the hands that had been covering his face now in his lap and bit his lip. There was a silence between us again, and just as I was about to ask him if he felt any better, he leant in and pressed his lips against mine, his left hand coming up and cupping my cheek.
It took a lot longer for me to react and pull away from him than it should have, and he looked shocked when I did.
“Fuck!” he shouted before scrambling out of his seat and walking quickly to the door, running his hands through his hair. “Fuck!” he shouted again before slamming the door shut behind him.
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nagi, rin and bachira doing the thigh trend on tiktok!
if you are wondering what this trend is click here lol. did i write this instead of my atsumu father headcanon? yes 😖 also send me request!!! my inspiration can only stretch so far! also i’m so happy to get likes and reposts on my works i was scared the blue lock fandom was too small 😍🤩 also i reposted this because the tags were broken.
seishiro nagi
honestly he saw it because reo showed him the trend and nagi really didn’t care at first honestly
until one day he’s chilling in between your thighs and it just popped into his mind
so he turns off his games and opens tiktok and your kind of confused bc let’s be real here nagi rarely posts on tiktok he still has a shit ton of followers tho with no effort ugh
he records the video and blows raspberries into your thighs and he captions it “winning boys 🥱”
he likes all the comments saying “pain” he revels in their despair like a little shit
a lot of people who simped for him are sad bc he’s cuffed but happy that he’s in love with u
definitely starts to post more annoying couple shit just because he likes to flex and to make sure everyone knows that you’re taken
itoshi rin
he doesn’t get the hype of the trend at all he really thinks it’s stupid
he sees social media as something only to help promote his career football nerd
but you beg him to do it and he can’t say no to his boo thang so he complies
he really likes being snuggled up in between your thighs but he will never admit that
definitely caresses your thighs as he is just chillin
he records the tiktok and he posts it completely disrupting his timeline (it literally is just football posts)
his followers are confused because this really isn’t his normal content but they’re happy for him
he probably won’t post any more couple stuff but squeezing in between your two thighs this definitely becomes his fav pass time
meguru bachira
let’s be real he definitely begs you to do this challenge
when you agree this man already has a whole set up for this he makes his bed and sets pillows around his whole bed to prop the two of u up
somehow he sets a ring light onto his fan for good lighting
he films it at least ten versions and saves them all in his drafts
definitely leaves love bites so when he posts the final version your legs are covered in bruises
the comment section is definitely pointing out your love bites
when he is bored tho he will definitely draw random shit with his fingernails so now you have scratches too
be prepared for him to post about eighty more of these and honestly he isn’t even trying to flex he just loves you
#seishiro nagi#seishiro nagi x reader#seishiro nagi headcanons#nagi#nagi x reader#meguru bachira#meguru bachira x reader#meguru bachira headcanons#bachira x reader#bachira#itoshi rin x reader#itoshi rin#itoshi rin headcanons#rin#anime / manga#manga#blue lock#blue lock headcanons
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Many Shades of Black (Girls Talk Boys Part 23)
Let it out, let it all out
Say what's on your mind
You can kick and scream and shout and say things that are so unkind
Yeah-see if I care, see if I stand firm or if I fall
Cause in the back of my mind, and on the tip of my tongue
Is the answer to it all
Everybody sees
And everyone agrees
That you and I are wrong
And it's been that way to long
Take it as it comes
And be thankful when it's done
There's so many ways to act
And there's many shades of black
Calum was almost to the kitchen when he heard the voices. His mom must have company. He should go put on a shirt. He started to turn back down the hall when he stopped. He frowned listening carefully. When he realized what was going on he hurried back to his room. Rummaging through his bag before changing his mind and snatching up the shirt he'd discarded on the bed. Checking his reflection he took a deep breath and headed back out.
Laughter floated towards him as he approached the kitchen. His mother's voice as well as the two women talking to her. Two women? This might not be quite as bad.
Conversation stopped as the women saw him come in. He made him way to his mother first. “Good morning” he tried to sound cheerful giving her a kiss on the cheek.
He nodded towards the two seated at the table with his mom. “Morning ladies” and went to pour himself a cup of coffee.
“That's an interesting shirt. Where'd you get that?”
Calum looked down at the pink t shirt he'd slept in. It was loose on him and had Snug Life printed across the chest.
“Thank you. It's Camille's” His face broke into a wide grin and he took a sip of coffee to try and hide it.
“Isn't it sweet she's big enough for you to wear her clothes” Ameena said almost lightly enough to conceal the venom but not quite.
Calum took another sip his jaw tensing with anger. She knew him well enough to see it and he saw the triumph in her eyes.
Both mothers exchanged glances surprised at the animosity that suddenly filled the room.
An awkward pause followed as Calum didn't rise to her bait when her mom spoke up.
“Tell me Cal, how's your little man Duke? Is Roy watching him while you're away?”
“Actually Camille has him until the 17th, then Roy is coming up to watch him for a few days while she has to work” Calum answered her politely.
“What did you do just give her my key?” Ameena cracked.
Calum chuckled “no I had the locks changed later that week. She has her key.”
Ameena glared at him and now it was his turn to feel smug. However Calum had no intention of ruining his day by having out with his ex in his mother's kitchen
“Mom I'm taking off for a bit. Text me if you need anything while I'm out. You ladies have a good afternoon.” Calum gave his mom a hug and made a quick exit.
Luke picked him up 20 minutes later. Cal all but threw himself into the passenger seat.
“Eager to get out of the house?” Luke laughed.
“Woke up to find Ameena and her mother in our kitchen” Cal grumbled.
“That's a shit way to start the day” Luke shook his head as they pulled away.
“I knew I was going to have to deal with her. There was no way Ameena would pass up a chance to be nosy. Her mom and mine always plan out her family's big New Year's Eve party. Which I am dreading this year.” Calum closed his eyes and leaned back against the headrest.
“You're actually going?” Luke was surprised.
Calum opened one eye at him “are you kidding? My mom puts so much into it she'd be crushed if I skipped out. You guys need to come with me so we can travel in a pack. I don't need to be a lone target. It's not like any of us can have dates anyway.”
Luke sighed “True, I wish I could bring Summer out here for New Year's. We're both always so busy it'd be nice to get away. When I get back I'll have to take her away for the weekend.”
“You really like her don't you?” Cal grinned at him. “I was a little surprised when you guys for together. I really thought you were falling for Cher.”
“I thought I was too. Being with Cher was an experience rather than a romance. Don't get me wrong I like Cher, absolutely love her to bits, but as a friend. The sex was amazing, she's a gorgeous girl but let's be honest I was in over my head. For a minute I thought I was falling in love but it turned out to just be the euphoria from her fucking my brains loose.” Luke paused and waited for Calum to stop choking with laughter.
“When I realized she was attracted to Ashton I expected to be hurt or at least bothered but it just made sense. Of course they'd be attracted to each other. They're so much alike. She'd get bored with me eventually anyways. It seemed easier to end it on a high note so we could still be friends.”
Calum nodded “So what you have with Summer is serious?”
“It seems to be headed that way. We can't all be as loved up as you and Camille.” Luke teased. “If Summer could just relax around the girls that would be great.”
“She doesn't like Cher? That'll take time.” Calum assured him.
“I think she dislikes Camille more, but I don't know why.” Luke shrugged.
Calum frowned but let it slide. He had enough on his mind.
They stopped for sandwiches and Calum had to laugh when he recognized the person behind the counter. Apparently the universe decided to truly put the Ex in his Xmas. Val had been his first kiss back when they were 13 and at camp. They'd all been playing Truth or Dare and Val's friends dared her to kiss Calum. Ameena's friends had the exact same plan but weren't quick enough, and Ameena had never forgiven Val for that. Calum chatted for a few minutes getting caught up before they started to get noticed. After taking a few pictures with fans they decided to get the food to go. He gave Val a hug before kissing her quickly on the lips.
“A kiss every ten years” he winked as she blushed furiously.
As they got in the car Calum shot Camille a quick text just in case his interaction with Val popped up on social media.
“So you've been gone four days. Are you missing her yet?” Luke asked.
Calum rolled his eyes and sighed “I miss them both terribly and it hasn't even been a week.”
“You've got it bad Cal. Don't you worry you guys are moving to quickly?” Luke asked trying to sound casual.
“I'm equal parts scared and sure. I really like Camille.” Luke raised his eyebrows and looked at him over his sunglasses with a smirk. “Don't look at me like that Luke. I like her leave it at that” Calum continued. “Camille makes me laugh. She's smart and challenges me all the time. Cher might be the freaky one but Camille knows some tricks.”
“I'm not surprised by that at all. She did have sex with you in a public bathroom.” Luke laughed.
“You guys are never gonna let me live that down are you?” Calum was laughing too.
“No way not when I had to listen to the whole thing” Luke told him.
“Nobody made you listen.” Calum checked his phone and saw a text from his mom. “Oh seriously Luke thank you for getting me out of the house today. I needed a laugh. I guess I should head back. Mom is wanting to have a serious talk with me and I think I know what it's about.”
When Calum got home his mom was sitting by the window drinking a cup of tea and jotting down ideas in her notebook. She put it down when she saw him walk in.
“Come sit with me sweetheart. I think we should talk.” Joy smiled at him but her eyes were serious.
Calum got a drink and sat down beside his mom. He felt like he was little again about to get a scolding. He hated confrontation as much as he hated seeing his mother look so disappointed in him.
“Ok mum” Calum sighed and forced himself to meet her eyes. “Let's talk about Camille and Ameena.”
“I'm just worried sweetheart. I don't want you making a mistake. Now I know I've only heard one side of the story. Ameena came to me very upset hoping I could talk to you. I'd like to hear your side.” Joy sat back her eyes filled with concern
“It was an ugly breakup. A breakup that got dragged out for far too long. I'd like to know what Ameena has told you so I know what I'm being accused of.” Calum tried to keep his voice steady.
“I'm not accusing you of anything. Do you feel guilty about something?”
He looked his mom in the eye. “No I don't feel guilty at all. I didn't cheat on her with Camille. I didn't leave her for Camille.”
“Yet you started dating this girl immediately after your breakup. Can you see how that looks?”
“Just because I didn't cheat on Ameena doesn't mean I didn't understand that Camille is an amazing person.”
“Ameena has told me that Camille is older than you and a professional gambler. Is any of that true?”
“Camille is 27 and works for a website called ProFantasySports. She plays and advises people how to play fantasy football. It's a type of gambling but one that relies on skill and strategy as much as luck. I can't explain it better than that because I don't fully understand it. What I do know is she works all the time and has made a name for herself in a male dominated field.”
Joy nodded thinking and Calum was frustrated he couldn't better explain to his mom what a badass Camille was at her job.
“Who's Quentin?” Joy asked.
“How did that come up?” Calum tried not to get angry.
“Ameena showed me a video of some porn star who was dating the same guy your Camille was”
“Hold on, did Ameena tell you that she was dating Quentin when she first met Camille? In fact he was at the pool party where Ameena insulted Camille's weight in front of everyone?”
Calum paused to let his mom process that piece of information.
“Ameena embarrassed herself, me and Camille that day. It was a shame Quentin was cheating on Camille because he seemed like a decent guy when I met him.”
“What about her and Ashton doesn't that bother you?”
“She really brought Ashton into this? I've seen those pictures. That was the Halloween party Ameena crashed and went after Camille. Did she fill you in on all the details? ” Calum sat back in his chair crossing his arms across his chest, fuming that Ameena had taken it this far.
Joy switched tactics. “Are you sure you want to throw away a relationship that's been built over ten years for a stranger you've known a few months? I'm sure you and Ameena could work things out. You two have always be so good together.”
“Have we though? You know how rocky things there for a while. Most of it was my fault being dumb and immature out on tour but Ameena retaliated and it got nasty.”
“You guys worked through it and moved on. That's what being in a relationship is all about.”
“Except she's held it over my head ever since. Anytime we argue she drags it all back up again. The past year or so it got to where we were not getting along and fighting all the time.”
“Is this before or after you started seeing Camille.”
“Before” Calum said through gritted teeth. “I didn't start dating, seeing or sleeping with Camille until we'd broken up.”
“Ok, ok” Joy sighed not wanting this to turn into an argument. She took Calum's hands in hers and his expression softened when he looked at her. “I'm just concerned you haven't thought this through. That you're jumping into a serious relationship with someone you barely know. I don't want you to do something you'll regret later.”
Calum pulled his hands away and rubbed his eyes trying to think of the right words to say. He took a deep breath and folded his hands as if he were in prayer. Meeting his mother's eyes he spoke quietly “I've spent more sleepless nights thinking this through, more than I could count. I felt I owed it to Ameena, to you and everyone else to see through the rough with the smooth. It became too draining. We were fighting all the time. Anytime I'd try to talk to her and suggest anything other than what she wanted she would just cry and refuse to talk. It became pointless to try” Joy could see the pain in his eyes as he spoke. “We were going around in circles right down the drain.” Calum sighed and sat back in his chair turning his eyes to the ceiling. “After everything that's happened there's no going back. Ameena and I aren't getting back together.” Calum saw his mom's dismay but behind that the beginning of acceptance. Then she asked him “and Camille? Where do you see that going?”
“So far everything is wonderful.” Joy saw his face light up and his smile return as he talked about her. “ We are dating. I'm getting to know her better, and we aren't rushing into anything serious right now. The age difference doesn't bother me and really shouldn't bother you. When you meet her you'll realize how wonderful she is.”
“When?” Joy was a little surprised.
“I love you, mum. I want more than anything for you to approve of my choices and be proud of me. I understand you love Ameena in your own way, but I dont, and there's no way I'm giving up on Camille.”
He leaned in and gave his mom a hug. Both knew that the issue wasn't fully resolved but progress had been made.
Joy told him she'd call him for dinner and he went back to his room to call Camille.
About fifteen minutes later she went back to ask him a question but before she could knock on the door she heard him telling Camille about their conversation. Camille's response surprised her.
“Be serious babe, your mom doesn't know me how can she like me? She's only heard Ameena's side, and she hates me. Spend time with your mom and she'll see how happy you are. She'll come around eventually.”
Joy went back into the kitchen rather than interrupt.
Calum stepped out of the shower and was taking a quick selfie to send Camille while he was still dripping wet. After a couple snaps he picked the best one and fired off a text
missed u in the shower tonight ;)
Calum got dressed for bed when he heard his phone notification.
Meet me at the apology tree in 20 mins
Calum stared at his phone not believing what he was seeing
PLEASE
Calum shook his head this should be interesting
Fine I'll see you in 20
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When The Bird Comes Home To Roost
Here we are again, another Thanksgiving of cooking, crowds and cleats. The last item on this list is a nod towards those readers who happen to be football fans- which, by the way, I am not. Call me un-American but I can find infinitely more on TV to shout at than a field full of muscle bound millionaires working diligently to give each other a concussion. I’d rather read a book or have a meaningful conversation with a mime than spend time entranced and infuriated by a sport. Although I do have to admit it has become much more interesting as the politics of it all recently became the national rage.
My type of sport, and what I find fun, is going bat shit rogue at freestyle riffing in a game called metaphor. There’s something about relating human traits for being outlandishly absurd to things found in nature that have absolutely no connection to one another. Okay I’ll admit, like fruitcake, this is an acquired taste. The ironic thing is we all do it all the time. We just don’t realize it, or if we do, just don’t give it much thought.
So armed with my weird, quirky, and somewhat obtuse sense of sarcastic humor, I'm here to ruin your Thanksgiving Day. No really. Many of you aren't going to be happy or giving me any thanks once this word game ends. You may snicker a bit, but are more likely to be compelled to engage in some serious soul searching.
Please note that what you perceive in this parable will no doubt be translated through the filter of your own interests and experiences. No two people will agree on what analogy is being made or the subject being addressed. The intent is to encourage you to think, contemplate and consider, not agree with any specific point of view. So, put on your pads and helmet because this is going to be one helluva contact sport.
To begin allow me to set the stage for you, or more correctly, the playing field. It’s early Thanksgiving Day. Like really early. Like when the rooster crows at freakin’ 6am in the morning early. Everyone’s come home to enjoy a big family roost for the holiday. As with most traditionally dysfunctional families we’ve got a colorful gathering of personality types beginning to stir here in the hen house. There are eagles, hawks, doves, vultures, chickens, ducks and of course a turkey or two to name a few. There’s even some dodo and gooney birds to complete our festive aviary. The pecking order is pretty well represented as we look around our fowl little gathering on this holiday morn and it's not long before some wingnut tweets out a comment to get the game rolling and feathers begin to ruffle and fly.
The first group to start squawking about the twit who took a knee and tweeted are the hawks in the group. They have an opinion about everything, because, and they’re not bashful about reminding everyone that, they’ve “been there and done that”. The harried hens begin to cackle among themselves in the middle of it all and soon some gooney bird, overhearing their conversation, tells one of them to go lay an egg. Soon all hell breaks loose. As the doves in the group flit and flutter around trying to introduce a peaceful resolution a hawk makes an off color remark to some duck who happens to waddle in at the wrong moment. The dodo birds begin to gather in the far left corner as the hawks take up a defensive position in the right corner, vowing to never give quarter to such a motley bunch of never –never- landers. Silently, circling overhead, the vultures maintain a watchful eye, while pooping on the whole party. They wait their turn knowing it all means a free meal for them in the end.
Once things have grown to a fevered bird flu pitch, the eagle of the family rises to the occasion. Always a bird of propriety and poise his mere presence demands the group grow quiet and so they do. All except for those damned dodo birds, and nothing seems to get them to shut up. Somebody forgot to tell them they're extinct. The regal eagle reminds this group of pin feathered poultry that there is one guest yet to arrive; the guest of honor actually. All eyes brighten at this reminder and are now glued to the chicken wire in anticipation of the arrival of the greatest bird in the barnyard; the mighty turkey. For some reason everyone seems to admires the turkey and treats him like royalty. It's evidently his insatiable appetite for gobbling everything up that holds their admiration.
Each of the birds gathered in this melting pot of a hen house worship the turkey, not unlike the ancient Aztecs worshiped Quetzalcoatl at the Temple of the Feathered Serpent at Teotihuacan. That‘s another story but not really. Suffice it to say that once a bird has tasted the elixir of the holy grail of corn they will never go back to simple grubs and seeds. Instead, they will blindly follow those turkeys who promise to lead them to the mother of all corn caches without so much as a question of how come or why they should, in their little bird brains. They’ve even named this illusive cornucopia of a corn cache that comes but once a year. The turkeys call it Black Friday and have succeeded in endowing it with dazzling mythical powers. Woe be to the feathered fowl who ignore or treat this power with disdain for they shall be cast into the tar pits of hell and shunned for eternity from future fellowship with the rest of the flock.
No one remembers why it's called Black Friday or really cares. All they can think about is lots more corn at bargain prices. It consumes them. Which is quite ironic if you really think about it. I mean who is devouring whom? The turkey always promises to lead the way to Black Friday and is willing to go so far as to designate all the other birds honorary turkeys to mark this wondrous occasion. Secretly most of flock felt each of the other birds deserved this honorary turkey distinction though. Certainly not them.
When the turkey showed up all the other birds rushed out of the relative chaotic safety of the hen house to greet him except for a few hawks and the eagle. These older, battle scared, and wiser birds sat back and watched, all the while thinking, “been there done that”. The gaggle ecstatically greeted the feather god of Black Friday with twitter filled cheers as they clogged the barnyard and set out to join the growing lines of eager corn seeking birds from other hen houses waiting to storm the doors of the nearest Holy Shrine of the Incredible Deal. The crowd began moving as one, in unison, with the incessant drumbeat of the sacred feathered dragon dance of low priced ecstasy.
Just out of sight of this avian parade, a pack of hunger crazed bean counting foxes lay in wait. When all these turkeys were far enough from the safety of �� the henhouse the foxes descended upon them creating a feathered feast of the real and proxy poultry. Yes indeed, these turkeys were discovering the true meaning of Black Friday. Those that survived were to find out soon enough as well. As the next billing cycle on their all inclusive membership cards to this Black Friday club is completed, they will once again understand the true meaning of when the bird comes home to roost.
As with all tales, short or tall, there's a moral in this one as well. Birds of a feather who flock together, are all susceptible to being fleeced, even if they don’t share much in common. So Don't let the foxes pull the wool over your eyes by acting like a turkey. You may actually be mistaken for one and end up getting gutted, roasted and devoured. - MDD
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VANCE MICHAELS, MAIN VERSE.
VANCE MICHAELS looks an awful lot like CODY CHRISTIAN. HE is TWENTY and while they’re ATHLETIC, they have a tendency to get pretty SECRETIVE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to I MEAN IT by G-EAZY FEAT. REMO.
Being the only boy out of five kids does put a lot of pressure on someone, no matter how surprising that may or may not be. His father a big sports fan and his mother the doting wife, it was obvious what Vance’s life was gonna be about before he was even old enough to walk. His room decked out with football decor and baseball nostalgia. His mother always dressing him up in his father’s favorite player jerseys. Baseball game after baseball game and all the birthday parties with sports themes. Vance was going to be a sports star, it was just a matter of time.
By the time he was a freshmen in high school Vance lived and breathed football. Everything about the sport gave the young man life but more than that the reaction he got from his coaches and peers was everything. He alone was able to take Kola High out of their fifteen year slump and made them champions. He was given a full ride through university for his career in football alone and for Vance’s entire life, he thought that was the only thing important about him. Girls swooned, guys were green with envy, it was Vance’s life and for the most part, he loved it. I mean after all, with the way kids are programmed to believe popularity is everything Vance thought he had it all.
He’s your typical all american boy, he lives and breathes for his frat brothers and gets pretty drunk despite not legally being 21 yet. He drives a nice black honda civic and does that loud woofing noise with his boys while walking around campus. But as of late, he has seemed to go mute with his peers when it comes to his dating life. Once upon a time he walked the halls in stride with any pretty young thing under his arm but these days? He’s walking solo. No one knows this all american boy is falling in love with someone who is starkly different from his usual type.
Honestly, his relationship with his secret boyfriend terrifies him in ways he can’t even explain. It’s not as if his family is blatantly homophobic but they have dropped the ‘when are you gonna bring home a nice girl and give us some beautiful grandchildren’ line on more than one occasion, along with the ‘i definitely think love is love but marriage is meant to be between a man and a woman’ jabs and it has left Vance in a very weird state. His entire life he was built and molded into this Popular Jocky Quarterback who was suppose to wind up marrying the cheerleader. But what if that’s not what he really wants?
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CLOSED CONNECTIONS.
Teddy ( @mcnuggcts ) is Vance’s boyfriend who he is honestly hopelessly devoted to behind closed doors. The moment he’s around someone else, though, he keeps his distance because honestly it scares the living shit out of him how Teddy makes him feel and what that means.
Aspen ( @magentcs ) is the good influence in Vance’s life. She’s like a breath of fresh air and a genuinely good friend to him.
OPEN CONNECTIONS.
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HIS BOYS ; at least like ( 2 ) dude bros who are in the same frat as him and honestly probably like they’re a douche crew just constantly talking shit about anything and busting eachothers balls and just beautiful college bro friendships please.
EX GIRLFRIEND 01 ; A girlfriend from high school who was maybe on the cheer squad and he was the quarterback and they were very much so using each other for the title oppose to having a proper relationship like, they made out and definitely made a social media appearance but they were mostly using each other and relatively good friends? Ended on good terms? Just like the girl who is kinda like the only one who knows the softer / kinder side of Vance that not a lot of people got to see? Knows the side of him that is so self conscious that he can’t even breathe sometimes?
EX GIRLFRIEND 02 ; OKA Y this one is more angsty for sure this is the girlfriend he was dating while in college and he dumped because he got with Teddy. Basically like a very popular HBIC type who may have seen Vance as someone to use for status or maybe actively developed feelings but she kind of looked at him like one of her many possessions rather than an actual boyfriend and when he broke up with her she took it VERY OFFENSIVELY and HATES him and they talk shit on each other all the time and she just AGGRESSIVELY HATES HIM.
BEST FRIEND ; basically the only person who actually knows about Teddy and how Vance has been feeling??? Like, they’ve been best friends their whole lives and they know everything there is to know about Vance like from his favorite flavor of ice cream ( coffee ) to his hangover remedy ( two motrin, a bottle of water and a big mac with hash browns ).
WORK OUT BUDDY ; the person who usually works out with Vance. Like he works out a lot he probably spends 99.9% of his free time working out so where is his gym buddy basically like just someone he talks shit with and amps up during the gym and maybe like friendly competition during runs and just actively pure friendship
RIVAL ; oh BOY give me his rival the one who he has been fighting with since high school like maybe they both were neck and neck in the sports world so they actively would constantly fight and they hate each other with a DEEP PASSION because maybe they are in Vance’s shadow or we can work it out that they both stole the show sometimes and just!!!! holy shit!!! imagine the physical fist fights!!! the mad shit talking!!!!!!! the constant sabotage!!! BOY OH BOY!
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The Surname // Grayson Dolan
Summary: Keeping your birth surname a secret to create a name for yourself it leads to meet a certain twin. Overtime you fall in love and it comes out who exactly your related to and it doesn’t change a thing. Well except that your brother doesn’t know about this new love.
Sneak Peak: “Absolutely one hundred percent about to shit my pants scared.”
Characters: Grayson Dolan x Reader, Ethan Dolan, One Direction and Zayn Malik
Words: 2233
Disclaimer: I do not own any gifs that may appear in this. I do however take ownership of the fake tweets and instagrams posts that may appear. Also the people portrayed in this are based on the people in real life but I don’t know them personally so how they act and talk have differ.
Warnings: Swearing, and complete and utter fluff.
Author: Caitsy
A/N: I used to be a huge fan of One Direction and this popped in my head. I may not be obsessive over them but I wanted to write this. Enjoy and request more fics from us please. Also Anamchara means soul friend in Ireland.
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Moving to LA was something you wouldn’t have thought where you were a kid but that was before your brother auditioned for the X Factor. It was an emotional rollercoaster as he shoved into a group and began an international hit. Six years younger than him you didn’t completely understand the fame.
You were eleven when he was given an amazing for yeses from the judges when your were sadly at school. You truly didn’t know how it was going to change your lives and when he called to let your know he was placed in a group you were further confused. They didn’t win The X Factor but Simon Cowell gave them a record deal.
As a member of the Payne family you did get approached by people about your brother which led to you being homeschooled. You began to use YouTube when you were thirteen before you truly gained popularity to the point that you couldn’t stay in England. You moved to LA while dropping the name last name Payne for your maternal grandmother’s maiden name.
“I have to know how did you get into YouTube?” Tamara asked on the TRL stage.
“It was an outlet when I was homeschooled. I was always seriously shy growing up and it helped with huge changes.”
“Well I have some YouTubers that would love to meet you.” Tamara said as twins walked on stage, “These are the Dolan Twins.”
“Hey.” Ethan said, “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too.” You smiled back at them. Your attention turned back to Tamara who had that familiar expression wanting to know about your childhood, “I’m surprised my past hasn’t come up yet. It does make sense since I never talked about my family.”
“Are you opening up?” Tamara asked surprised.
“My birth name is Y/N Payne. I go by my grandmother’s maiden name to carve a name for myself.”
“Given the millions of followers I think you were successful.”
“I was eleven when my life changed. Liam Payne is my older brother and I’m the secret sibling he kept from the media due to my age even if some people did find out he was my brother but it didn’t get far.”
You could hear whispers of disbelief in the crowd given that there wasn’t a lot of information about you out there. You could understand it also.
“Did you ever meet the One Direction members?”
“Yeah. I’m pretty close to Niall the most. They’re pretty protective of me and Zayn’s always checking up on me. I’m sure I’ll be getting a call from them all later tonight.”
“Will they ever come back together?”
“My lips are sealed.” You joked before thanking them for bringing you onto set. Your eyes connected with the more quiet twin. He blushed moving his gaze somewhere else.
You spoke with Ethan a few times amid shocked expressions from him and his brother since you let them know your family. They complimented your thick accent before inviting you for some food.
“I can’t believe we’re talking to a One Direction family member.” Grayson admitted, “You got more cool.”
“Thank you.” You chuckled looking down to see your phone’s notifications going off.
You scanned the comments under his post seeing that Harry, Louis, Niall and Zayn commented on it before Twitter blew up by each member mentioning you. You were regretting the decision because you could be more open with your friends and family.
INSERT THE TWEETS
“Craziness is very much going to begin.” You mumbled looking up at the twins.
“Are you aware your followers have increased a shit ton?” Grayson asked showing you his phone to reveal the massive change in followers. You choked before checking all your social media to see the new change.
“My life just changed again.” You sighed leaning back with each boy in your eye. Grayson had your attention more than Ethan though. There was something about him.
“You aren’t fans of the boys are you?” You questioned.
“They have some good material.” Grayson shrugged. He was trying to not offend you. You chuckled agreeing with them.
“To be honest I never really bought any of their music. It was weird listening to my brother singing about love, sex and heartbreak.”
“Does Liam know that?” Grayson questioned, “Wait no! I have a better question! Did you ever have a crush on the other four?”
“Not really to be honest. When I first saw them I thought they were cute but nothing beyond that.” You shrugged, “They’re my big brothers and even if they aren’t together as much as before they’ll always be close.”
“Do you know any other celebrities?”
“No.” You shrugged, “I kept out of the limelight. The only other person that knew about me was Simon. He agreed to keep me away from it all. He’s a cool guy, pretty much like an uncle.”
“That’s really cool.” Ethan acknowledge digging into the food on his plate, “Do they know Nicki Minaj?”
“I don’t know.” You shrugged earning a disappointed sigh from him. You were amused he had a celebrity crush on her, “Who knows Ethan maybe when your legal she’ll date you.”
“She’s seventeen years older than me. There’s no way that would happen.” Ethan denied. You raised on eyebrow up before pushing your phone across the table.
“That’s my nephew Bear. His parents, my brother and Cheryl have a ten year age difference, and they love each other to bits.” You smugly said as they looked at the image, “I miss him.”
“Did Liam move back to England?”
“Yeah. He moved to Sussex to live with Cheryl and Bear. He comes to LA a lot for his job but I don’t see him often.”
Overtime you kept in contact with the twins enough you hung out as much as possible with them even staying in your New York house when they were there. Liam and you co-owned the home and since it was the first place you lived together you couldn’t get rid of it. You rented it out sometimes but not often.
As time went on you did develop a relationship with Grayson that you both decided to keep out of the public. Not even your brother knew yet but when the year and a half came along you decided to do something crazy. You moved into a nicely sized house with Grayson that included a guest house in the backyard where Ethan moved into.
“I don’t know about this.” Grayson mumbled nervously as the car pulled down to a large house.
“We spent Christmas Eve with your parents. It’s time we spent Christmas Day with my family.” You chuckled, “Are you terrified?”
“Absolutely one hundred percent about to shit my pants scared.” Grayson quickly agreed, “I’m meeting your parents who don’t know about me!”
“They know you idiot.” You snorted shaking your head as your driver, Liam’s request, placed your bags on the sidewalk, “And Liam.”
“What?”
“Liam’s here. He’s the only that doesn’t know you.” You stated as you walked up to the door. It was decorated with the wreath you made in primary school.
The door was flung open revealing your older brother with a large grin on his place before you picked you up and hugged you tight. You relaxed into your brothers arms relishing in the same cologne he had used since the beginning of his career.
“I missed you.” Liam sighed leaning back with a laugh. His laugh ceased when he looked at the boy standing in the entryway, “Who is this?”
“This is Grayson. My boyfriend.” You admitted as Liam ushered you both in to the family room. You made a beeline for Cheryl holding Bear, “Look at my little nephew! You’re so cute.”
“Hey.” Cheryl grinned hugging you, “Good to know you don’t have an American accent.”
“Where’s Grayson?” Your mom mom Karen asked stealing Bear from you. Right at the end Grayson awkwardly shuffled into the room with a whole bunch of anxiety shooting through his veins.
“Is this the boy?” Cheryl whispered to Ruth with a grin. Ruth nodded back while Liam glared at the poor boy.
“We should play a game of football.” Dad suggested getting up from the chair, “Grayson would you like to join?”
“Uh sure.”
“It’s the equivalent to soccer in your country.” You whispered to Grayson with a wink before he got more courage to head out.
“I’ll be right out.” Liam called to the retreating forms of your father, Grayson and Ruth’s husband Thomas, “Y/N, how long have you been dating Grayson?”
“A year and a half. We moved in together.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Liam inquired crouching in front of you in the chair, “I’m just a little upset I didn’t know.”
“You’ve been so stressed about your solo career and the time away from Bear that I thought it would be best not to say something until I knew it would last.” You admitted playing with your hands. Liam grabbed them squeezing them.
“He obviously makes you very happy.” Liam whispered, “Just know that nothing is more important than my family. You can always come to me about things. If you love him then I’ll get to know him.”
“I love you Liam.”
“Love you too dork.” Liam chuckled standing up to head out the door, “Just know that I’ll gladly spend time in jail if he hurts you.”
Over time the other One Direction members, including Zayn, found out about the relationship when it hit the news. They didn’t have time to meet him in person before the invitations were sent out and media blew up when all five men were spotted at the event.
You were chatting with your childhood best friend when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Niall grinning at you.
“Congratulations Anamchara on your marriage.” Niall grinned as people mingled around the room. You grinned hearing the familiar nickname Niall had called you since you first hung out, “Where’s your husband?”
“Over there.” You chuckled pointing to Grayson conversing with Ethan.
“Er…which one?” Niall asked confused.
“The one on the left is Grayson.” Liam said stepping into the conversation, “Nice lad. Are you still upset with me for buying you that house?”
“Yes!” You exclaimed at your brother, “Why do I need a house in England?!”
“Grayson and you can use it when you visit and it’s big enough that if his family wants to come to England they have a place to stay.”
“We got married in England, isn’t that enough for you?” You whined halfheartedly as Cheryl stepped over with Bear stumbling over his feet.
“Hey Babe.” Grayson mumbled hugging you from behind, “Ethan’s demanding a dance from you in his own extra way.”
“Of course he is.” You chuckled as Ethan drew closer with a grin.
“Anamchara best not keep him waiting.” Niall chuckled as Ethan dragged you onto the dance floor for not even a minute before Harry cut in.
“Hey Gary, mind if I cut in?” Harry asked already gripping your hand.
“I’m Ethan!” Ethan groaned throwing his head back, “And my brother’s name is Grayson.”
“Sorry.” Harry lightly blushed, “I’m not good with names.”
Ethan mumbled something as he wandered off to join his parents and your parents talking to each other.
“Who knew it would be my wedding that brought the band together at the same time?” You joked.
“Zayn isn’t here.” Harry chuckled swaying to the music.
“He is.” You smiled as the former One Direction member walked in to the room with his sunglasses on and a sharp all black suit. He made a beeline to you with little heavy breathing.
“Shit. I’m sorry I’m late.” Zayn huffed leaning forward, “The fucking plane was delayed in Los Angeles then I couldn’t off so by the time I was here you were already on your way to the reception.”
“It’s okay.”
“Where’s the crazy guy?” Zayn joked shoving his glasses into his pocket. His eyes landed on Grayson’s approaching form.
“Crazy?” You asked confused.
“He’s crazy for marrying you.” Zayn teased before stepping towards Grayson, “Zayn Malik, honorary brother.”
“Grayson Dolan, husband.” Gray laughed slipping his arm around you waist as he got close with the people he hadn’t met before in the three years you had been dating.
There was alcohol at your wedding even if you were in England you made it clear that every young looking person be carded. Grayson was adamant that if anyone from the US was there that if they weren’t twenty one they weren’t allowed alcohol. You agreed with little resistance to your husband when he brought it up.
You were happy now especially with everyone you loved at your wedding. You knew shit would hit the fan when it was released you got married to Grayson. Your fans didn’t know when the wedding was going to take place because it was private and it would hit further when it got out that Zayn wasn’t there for the ceremony.
“Guess you have to change your social media usernames again.” Liam smiled standing next to you and Grayson.
“All I seem to do is change my surname.” You joked leaning against Grayson.
Fame sucked but without it you wouldn’t have four protective honorary brothers or a husband you loved an incredible amount.
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Development within Heathers
Throughout the years of Heathers, the musical has been adapted through different performances, For example:
"You're Welcome" from the 2018 West End Production of Heathers the Musical replaces "Blue," a song on the World Premiere Cast Recording (Heathers The Musical - "You're Welcome" (Unknown, 2018). "You're Welcome" was initially written by O'Keefe and Murphy for the High School edition, but was added to the official show beginning with the 2018 London production. O'Keefe and Murphy preferred "You're Welcome" as they had come to feel that "Blue" was a bit lazy, and had inadvertently trivialised the lead character's fears (given that Veronica is cornered by two drunk, entitled high school football stars who refused to hear the word "no"). While "Blue" contained no dialogue for Veronica, by contrast, "You're Welcome" allows Veronica to express her fears and solve her problem, defeating her assailants decisively. As well as providing a more empowering alternative for Veronica, the new song remedies the way that "Blue" was often considered as "treating date rape as a laughing matter" and presenting sexual assault or harassment as "boyish antics", due to the comical nature of the song (Heathers: The Musical, 2020).
While researching about the change I came across a thread on the social media app Reddit titled “Removing Blue from Heathers was stupid” (deleted, 2019). Straight away this proves that some of the audience members were not pleased about the change. Other comments within the post stated “It made no sense for people to be offended by Blue, but not by literally the entire rest of the show, which presents a lot of dark/serious topics in a humorous way, because it's a Satire!” (Derp_8, 2019). “It is disturbingly rapey” and “It sounds nothing like a Heathers song. They're all supposed to sound like 80's songs but this sounds like 90's” stated another user (Goth2002, 2019). Laurence O’Keefe and Kevin Murphy stated in a ‘PLAYBILL’ article on March 22nd 2018: “Some thought “Blue" was wonderful and all in good fun. Others were offended, feeling we were treating date rape as a laughing matter (O’Keefe and Murphy, 2018). After listening to both songs and watching multiple performances of both I personally prefer ‘Blue’. My reason is that ‘Blue’ is a very comedic song. As much as they are singing about wanting sex and how much Veronica makes their balls blue, Kurt and Rams interactions are mainly to each other. During the majority of the performances for ‘Blue’, you will find Veronica standing up stage looking whilst discussing what they are singing. However in “Your Welcome”, Veronica is stuck in the middle of the boys which is why she is thinking about getting out of the situation (Heathers, 2019). For me personally, “Your Welcome” implys more of a serious date rape senorio over two boys singing to eacher about the desire to have sex. I presume my opinion could be different if Veronia was stuck in the middle again, however, she is normally at a safe distance as previously stated (Heathers, 2017). 87 fans of Heathers the musical took to vote to say whether or not they liked the song change. 5.7% of the fans liked the change of the song, however 94.3% did not like the change and still prefer “Blue” (Thoughts On Heathers Replacing "Blue" | Heathers Amino, 2017).
A new song for Heather Duke, "Never Shut Up Again", was also added for the London run, replacing the "Blue (Reprise)". For the 2017 workshop, there was a different song to replace "Blue (Reprise)", which became "Big Fun (Reprise)", part of which is now included in "Never Shut Up Again". Never Shut Up Again is the first time we really hear from Heather Duke and how she felt about being treated badly. Duke sings the Lyrics “I bit my tongue so long, I learned to count to ten” which gives the impression of how long she has let the anger build up inside of her due to Heather Chandler never letting her speak. In the next verse, Duke compares Heather Chandler to the ‘Wicked Witch of East’ from ‘The Wizard of Oz’ when she sings “A house dropped on her head, The witch is dead! Ding Dong!”. After research I also found that it is a reference to the line “Killing Heather would be like offing the Wicked Witch of the West. Wait East. West” which is a quote from the original 1988 film of Heathers where Veronica is writing in her diary about how she wants to kill Heather Chandler (Barry, 2019). The chorus of this song that gets repeated is “I will never shut up again”, this is because Duke from the beginning of act 1 is told repeatedly to shut up by Heather Chandler. However, now that Chandler is dead, Duke is rejoicing that she now has the power that chandler had. This is symbolised by Heather Chandler's red Scrunchie (Heathers, 2019).
In the last week at The Other Palace, the authors added a new song after "Shine a Light (Reprise)" called "I Say No", in which Veronica finally dumps J.D. when he proposes a return to murdering. In this she tells him "you need help I can't provide" and walks out on him. The song remained in the show for the Haymarket run and was released on February 15, 2019. One audience member stated “This is EXACTLY the type of song this show needed. I am ALWAYS here for giving Veronica more backbone, and calling out JD on his shit. It gives ‘I Am Damaged’ a whole new meaning now, which it DESPERATELY needed. Now he’s like movie JD: he doesn’t actually love her. He loves her means to an end” (Alabba, 2019). Throughout this song Veronica is realising that JD has been using her emotions as excuses for what he has done. For example, she sings “But you’re still using me to justify the harm you do”, this is linking back to the scene where JD has just killed Kurt and Ram, and then he asks Veronica “Did they make you cry? Well they can’t now”. He also states “You wanted them dead” to make Veronica feel more guilty so that he can comfort her again (Rios, 2018).
With Heathers having such a teen based audience there has also been a “Heathers (High school Edition)” released. “After seeing the Off-Broadway production several times, we knew that Heathers would have a cult following among teen audiences and fans of the motion picture, due to its focus on the important issues of bullying and teenage depression.” says Samuel French executive director Bruce Lazarus. “We believe that Heathers 101: High School Edition deals with these themes in a meaningful way, which will resonate with our high school audiences” (GIOIA, 2016). Changing songs such as ‘Blue’ to ‘Your welcome’ is one of many ways to make the musical more suited for the high school edition. However, certain songs such as Dead Girl Walking stayed just directed with a different intention. ‘Dead Girl Walking’ changed to be less about a teen girl’s final sexcapades and more about “a girl driven to say, ‘To hell with it!’ by despair and fear” - brought to light the show’s themes, which function as important lessons for the high-school students (GIOIA, 2016). An article from The Atlantic stated “Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like the Broadway version really gets the genius bleakness of the original. An early preview of the musical Heathers reveals that Veronica’s monologues are now big numbers about how high-school can be suffocating. None of the songs have the film’s creative profanity, or even a tinge of satire. It’s a sad thought, Heathers turned into a mere Glee episode about suicide” (Zilberman, 2014).
Fun Facts about Heathers:
The actress who played Heather Chandler in the original film of Heathers died at the age of 32 from a brain tumor. “Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?” is one of the most famous sentences that comes from Heathers. There is a true meaning behind the sentence, and it appears to be an “unfortunate twist of fate” (Arnold, 2020).
The movie was originally supposed to end with J.D. blowing up the school and then everyone would have prom in heaven while drinking blue punch. Apparently, the studio rejected this ending because they thought it was too grim (Arnold, 2020)
The initial script featured more violence. When Waters finished his first draft of Heathers (which was the first script he'd ever written), it was 200 pages long, which would have roughly amounted to a three-hour film. The body count was higher, too; not even the editor of the school newspaper survived. Waters admits that the first draft of the script shows how Veronica was originally more twisted than she is today. The reasoning for the slight change of character is because Winona Ryder, who played Veronica, delivered something slightly different in the auditions by adding “warmth and empathy” to the character (Cormier, 2015).
Westerberg High was named after The Replacements' singer-songwriter Paul Westerberg. At one point in the film, Christian Slater's character J.D. says “color me impressed,” which references a song by The Replacements (Cormier, 2015).
J.D. tells Veronica that the “ich lüge” bullets he'll use to scare the school jocks will do just that - scare them - when, in fact, they're intended to kill them. ‘Ich luge’ is german for ‘I'm Lying’ (Cormier, 2015).
The movie of Heathers was becoming a TV series to premiere in March 2018. However, the series was shut down due to the event which took place at Parkland, Florida, which became a “challenging subject” because of the shooting and using gun violence in the series (Cormier, 2015).
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Well that’s that done, thank fuck.
I’m not too disappointed. He deserves CL football but his stock seems to be at an all time low, plus none of the Big Clubs seem to have any openings for #1s atm anyway. I’m still bitter and blame Pep for putting him in this situation - basically landing an immediate deathblow (following a bad Euros which was his own fault admittedly) to his Man City career and professional image by refusing to even give him a chance as second choice goalie (literally saying he’d have to be rotated as third-choice goalie with a 20-year-old who’s never played a game for the club). Then he had to sort things out in a rush and ended up at a mid-table Italian club which didn’t help his profile much in the end.
Since it’s a loan I’m guessing he can bide his time, hopefully prove himself (please don’t be shit again this season, West Ham) and catch an opening at a top 4 club, here or abroad. He’s got the talent and his personality and spirit is a major asset. He seems to be really popular with just about everyone who’s met him so he must be a positive influence in the dressing room. (Perhaps this is why Pep was scared of him and wanted him gone asap.)
He doesn’t deserve all the sneering shit he gets from the British media, and social media dickheads tbf, I luv him and will follow him wherever he goes. Guess that makes me a West Ham fan for the season!
At least it wasn’t fuckin United.
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All That Glitters | Chapter Five | ao3 link
During filming, Friday nights were always a 'down time' evening. Filming halted so the crew could watch the airing of an episode and the cast were free to just spend time relaxing in the mansion.
At nine o'clock Dean and the other crew members were all sat in the large control room ready to watch the premiere episode. Charlie was sat with various devices in front of her so she could refresh social media pages and check on Twitter mentions. Cas was sat next to Dean and looked nervous. He'd ask if it was ok for him to watch the show along with the crew and Dean had agreed, if he was on TV he would want to see how he'd been painted.
"Last year the nation watched our suitor, Brad, search for love." Gabriel was saying on the screen.
“A lot of people on this show have very generic names.” Cas said. Several interns snorted. They were probably remembering the Year of The Britney’s.
“Sorry Castiel, we can’t all have biblical names.” Dean said. Cas looked at him with a surprised expression. “Yeah, that’s right.” Dean said smugly. “I read. I know my shit.” Several people around the room looked pleasently surprised. “Not just a good looking face.”
“We were all overjoyed when Brad found love with Kacey and got engaged.” Gabriel said on screen.
"Which then ended three months later." Balthazar intoned.
"And this year we promise to bring you the most dramatic season of Eternal Love so far." Gabriel said, his grin almost filling the screen.
"Can we promise that?" Cas asked Dean. Dean snorted.
"Gabe says that every year." Dean said while on screen the show kicked into gear. Cas was introduced to the audience with various shots of him in New York.
"I am ready to find love." Cas was saying on screen. "I feel as though I am at a point in my life where I am ready to meet the woman of my dreams and settle down." He continued while the Cas next to Dean went red.
"Nice spiel." Josie said, nodding approvingly.
"Thanks." Dean said. "Took four takes before Cas agreed to actually say it."
"I look like an idiot and sound like one." Cas said, still bright red.
"Twitter is loving it though." Charlie said from her seat. "Listen to these 'If Castiel doesn't find love on the show then I'm single #SexySuitor.'" At that point, Cas went even redder. "Oh and here 'That suit is fitting him in all the right ways #Thighs4Days.' They are going love you in those tight shorts." Charlie said with a grin directed at Castiel.
"Now let's meet some of the women hoping they are the woman of Castiel's dreams." Gabriel said on screen.
"I swear I get better looking each season." The actual Gabriel said from where he was sat next to Sam and Jess. "What do you think Sammy?"
"Don't call me Sammy." Sam said.
"Gabe you look good because half the make-up trailer is on your face." Jess said, shooting Gabriel down in one sentence. The whole control laughed while on screen Amelia was talking about her home life and her daughter.
"Oh they are loving Amelia." Charlie said as she scrolled through Twitter. "They're already calling her for Final Two."
"This is bizarre." Cas said with a shake of his head. "They treat this like a game show or a football season."
"Dude, to our fans this show is a sport. The finale is basically their Super Bowl. It's crazy." Dean said. At first the fans had scared the shit out of Dean, they were so passionate about the show. Over the years he had grown to love them, without them the show wouldn’t have become the hit it was.
"Viewing party photos and videos are already being posted." One of the interns called out. “There’s so many photos of wine and cupcakes.”
"There are viewing parties for the show?" Cas asked with disbelief.
"Oh yeah." Jess said. "Three of my best friends and my cousins all have them. Every Friday night when the show is on they get together, drink wine and Tweet the hell out about it." She said. "Did you not realise how huge this show is?"
"No, I certainly do now though." Cas said.
"Who are they loving at home?" Josie asked Charlie.
"So far they like Amelia, Anna, and Ruby." Charlie said. Dean punched the air with a shit eating grin. "Seriously Josie, stop giving Dean all the good ones." She said with a groan.
"If you ever give me a finale as good as Erica and Tyler then you can have your pick of the girls." Josie said.
"What happened with Erica and Tyler?" Cas asked Dean.
“Oh my god, that was epic.” Miles said.
"Dude it was a ratings bonanza. Biggest finale viewings ever and people still talk about it." Dean said. "So this was a few years ago. Erica was this girl from London who'd been living in Maine for about six months. Her friend nominated her for the show right? Anyway, she and the suitor totally hit it off from day one."
"We were saying she would be in the final two from the limo exit." Balthazar intoned. “They were smitten with each other.”
"Right? So, they were fan favourites throughout the season but Erica had been heartbroken a bunch of times before.” Dean explained. “Like her exes were total assholes to her. That's one of the reasons she left London. She never told Tyler she loved him so he sent her home in the final three."
"It was huge." Charlie said. "It basically crashed Twitter and the fans were gutted."
"I was gutted, she was my girl." Dean said. "So as she and Tyler are saying goodbye they take their mics off."
"I wanted to snap their necks at that point." Josie intoned.
"And they're both sobbing because Tyler really loved her but he was freaked because she couldn't say it to him." Dean explained to Cas. Cas actually looked enthralled by the story. "So they're both crying their eyes out and Erica tells Tyler that she loves him but she was scared of saying it. She leaves the show and the internet was heartbroken."
"So what happened?" Cas asked.
"Tyler was freaking out because he'd just sent her home and we were filming the finale the next day. He's saying that he's made a terrible choice and he's gutted." Dean said. "So I get him to write a letter to Erica and I promise him I'll give it to her. In the letter, he's telling her that he loves her and he'll never stop loving her."
"Ballsy move because I didn't sanction it." Josie intoned.
"So we get to filming the finale. We broadcast it live like we do every year. Tyler sends the first one home, she's heartbroken, and the internet is blowing up because they think he's picking Ashley B. He sends Ashley home and everyone is going crazy."
"We're not joking here Cas." Charlie said. "We broke Twitter. There were so many tweets and retweets that the site just crashed. It was insane."
"Highest ratings ever." Balthazar intoned.
"I hadn't a clue what to say to him either because we had no idea what was going to happen." Gabriel said.
"Well, I did." Dean said smugly. "Tyler is standing there and everyone thinks that he's going home alone. Then he says 'I just hope she read the letter and knows how I really feel.' Next thing, Erica comes walking down the staircase."
"Her dress was amazing." An intern said.
"She runs at Tyler, tells him that she loves him and Tyler proposed to her there and then." Dean said.
"I even cried." Charlie said. "It was fucking beautiful."
"Sam cried." Jess said.
"Did not." Sam said quickly.
"Did so." Jess, Dean, and Gabriel all said.
"So Charlie, when you give me a finale like that...you'll get the good contestants." Josie said.
"Wow...that…that’s quite an amazing story." Cas said, sounding in awe. On the screen, the initial interviews with a few of the girls had finished. The limos were drawing up to the mansion and Cas was looking nervous.
"You look like you're about to shit yourself dude." Miles said with a snort.
"Viewers always like the nervous ones over the cocky ones though." Josie said knowingly.
"Oh yeah, there are so many mentions online." Charlie said.
"How many?" Josie asked.
"We have four hashtags trending worldwide and over a million mentions."
"Excellent." Josie said before she glanced over at Cas. "You might just be the most well-loved suitor for several seasons."
"Thank you?" Cas said sounding wary. Dean leaned in close to whisper in Cas' ear.
"She means that as a compliment." He said. Cas gave him a weak smile and went back to watching the show. By the time the first commercial break started Cas was back to looking like a nervous wreck.
"I need some air." He said, rising from his seat and quickly going outside. Josie instantly motioned for Dean to follow him. Ah, the life of a producer. Dean hurried after him and found Cas frantically smoking outside.
"Stressed?" Dean guessed.
"I'm really not used to seeing myself on screen." Cas said between drags of his cigarette. He lit another and handed one to Dean.
"Thanks. Are you ok though? We haven't really spoken much over the past few days apart from when I'm coaching you." Dean had been heavily focusing on his girls, especially as Anna had been on a one-on-one date and all of them had survived the second rose ceremony that had been filmed the night before.
"Yes, I'm ok. I think I'm slowly getting the hang of this whole thing." Cas said. “I still don’t think I belong here.” He added, his voice small and near a whisper. Dean understood that. He never thought he belonged in this world of reality TV. Even with Josie’s support or having Sam with him. Even after he met and fell in love with Jack, Dean never felt like he really belonged.
“I…I understand that.” Dean said, looking at Cas with what he hoped was an open look. “I really get it Cas.”
“But you have a family here.” Cas looked so confused.
“Yeah…still, the whole concept of the show? It’s pretty stupid. You’re supposed to find love and propose to someone to someone you’ve only just met? I call bullshit.”
“So you’d rather fall in love the real way and propose after a long courtship?” Cas asked. The conversation was hitting way too close for Dean but Cas wasn’t to know that.
“Yeah…” Dean said, once again scratching his neck. “Something like that.” He stammered out. Considering that Cas hadn’t known him for very long he picked up on Dean’s nerves right away.
“Are you ok? Did I say something wrong?” Cas asked. Dean shook his head. “You’re not ok or I didn’t say something wrong?”
“You didn’t say anything wrong.” Dean lied. “Really, you didn’t. We should get back in there.” Dean said nodded to the control room.
“As long as you’re ok.”
“How is it that I came out here to see if you were ok and now it’s all about me?” Dean asked. Cas chuckled.
“I guess I am a really nice guy.”
“Oh yeah Cas, you’re a real catch.” Dean said. Cas gave him a look as if to ask if Dean was being sarcastic or not. Instead of saying anything he just shook his head and flicked his finished cigarette to the ground. “After you dude.” Dean said, opening the door to the control room.
“Such a gentleman.” Cas said, his sarcasm rang clear as a bell.
“Careful there Cas, I’m in charge of how the nation sees you. I can make you look like an huge asshole in seconds.” Dean said.
“You couldn’t and you know why?” Cas said, one of his eyebrows perfectly raised. He leaned in closer to Dean and lower his voice. “Because I’m a fucking great guy.”
“Wow, first the orgies and now cursing.” Dean said, trying to get slightly turned on by Cas’ low voice. It wasn’t working. “You really might be a dark horse.”
“Oh Dean, you have no idea.” Cas said. He even winked as he walked back into the control. Dean just stood there in shock. Ok, Cas was a guy with a lot of layers and Dean was pretty damn determined to discover those layers. Josie was going to kill him.
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Saturday always meant a new filming week. Two episodes would be filmed over the course of the week. This meant several groups dates, one-on-one dates and two rose ceremonies. The first few episodes would always feel awkward for the cast but the episodes to come were where relationships were formed. It was all hands on deck.
It was a shame Dean woke up that morning feeling the microwaved shit.
He had hardly slept the night before and when his alarm blared at six he was sorely tempted to throw it across his trailer. If he was being honest, his mind had been on one thing. That thing was Cas. It was so stupid. He’d had crushes before this and they had never seemed to fuck with his brain before.
Sure, when he’d met Jack he had acted like a dickhead for several weeks. That was until he’d just sucked it up and asked Jack out on a date. Well, after Charlie had done some investigating and found that Jack was bisexual. However, he couldn’t do that with Cas. Cas was the suitor. He was on the show to find a wife, not a boyfriend who just happened to be his producer.
With a groan, Dean dragged his ass out of bed and hastily got dressed into whatever clothes were nearest/cleaner. Ok, nearest. It had been days since he’d gotten any of his clothes cleaned. He was going to have to beg Jess to let him do laundry at her and Sam’s house.
Dean was shuffling into his boots while hopping out his trailer when he managed to crash into someone. He swore loudly as the poor girl went crashing to the ground, spilling a tray of coffee as she went down. Great, that was such a good start to the morning.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dean said as he tried to help the girl up.
“Perfect start to my first day.” The girl said with a voice dripping in sarcasm. She barely looked eighteen and seemed to have a lot of attitude.
“Another new intern?” Dean guessed. “Wow, Josie is really getting through them this year.” It was only the start of the second week and she had already fired three interns. Dean was amazed that he’d lasted so long as an intern.
“Tell me about it.” The girl said. “Though if she tries to fire me over this then I’m telling her that the guy in the stinking flannel fucked up her coffee.”
“Hey this shirt is clean…kind of.”
“no offence, but I think it’s you.” The girl said. “You might want to shower.” She said as she looked him up and down. “Or are you going for the unwashed hipster look?” Dean had never felt so offended in his life. That was saying something as he’d grown up as a gay kid in the Mid-West.
“What’s your name?”
“Krissy. Why? Are you going to get me fired because I called you a hipster?”
“I’m thinking about it.” Dean said. “Look, run to the coffee cart and tell them that I fucked up your coffee order. They’ll sort it out for you.” Dean said. He really did feel sorry for the girl. Her first day and Dean had already fucked it for her. “Word of advice, add an extra shot of espresso to Josie’s coffee, it will improve her mood.”
“Thanks. Can I give you a word of advice?” Krissy asked. Dean nodded even though he was kind of scared of what Krissy would say. “Go and get a shower.” Easier said than done seeing as Dean’s trailer didn’t have a shower.
“Thanks Krissy.” Dean said.
“You’re welcome…”
“Dean.”
“Shit. Dean Winchester? Top producer to impress?” Dean nodded. “Well fuck. I’m going to look for another job.” Krissy said. Dean chuckled. Even if she had offended him, Krissy would fit in easily.
“Don’t worry about it.” Dean said. “You go and get the coffee, I’m going to hunt down a shower.” He said bidding Krissy goodbye. Dean was walking towards the control room when his earpiece came to life.
“Dean, the suitor is asking for you.” An intern said.
“Already? It’s only just gone six.” Dean said with a groan.
“I’m just delivering the message Dean.” The intern shot back. Dean cursed until he remembered something, Cas’ room had a damn good shower in it.
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A Deadline Saved My Life
Never underestimate the power of a deadline. Just think about how much shit you are able to get done when the boss tells you that if something isn’t finished by 4:30pm then you’ll be working on the weekend. Or the things that your business is able to accomplish at the end of the year to meet a sales goal? That insane tax return that you’re able to figure out on April 15th at 11:59pm?
On December 12, 2018, I once again became serious about my health and fitness. I have mentioned it a million times here on this blog and in Social Media that I had a heart attack scare in June, 3 weeks before my daughter was born. Still, I kept making excuses of why I wasn’t doing anything to fix my shitty health. My doctor was getting even more frustrated with me, especially after he realized that I had a very extensive background in health, nutrition, and fitness, yet, I was accepting that I had to take cholesterol and blood pressure medicine daily, my liver was beat all to hell, and I was heading toward becoming a diabetic.
How in the hell could I have settled for being winded carrying the groceries in, nearly blacking out when I tied my shoes, and feeling like absolute trash every morning because of the structured diet of vodka, beer, and wings from the night before?
Back in December, I knew I needed to get really extreme. I was through fucking around. I was tired of being tired. I made a constant effort to find motivation from amazing people daily. I know this is typically short-lived, but I just needed to find that one thing to get off my ass on THAT day and do something. I started reading about the crazy things that ultra-athletes were doing and found it weirdly inspiring, but also conceded that it wasn’t ever going to be something that I was to partake in.
After the new year, an ad for a Spartan Race popped up in my Facebook feed. While I was familiar with Obstacle Course Racing (OCR), I had really never considered doing it. I so wanted to become a runner again - I would see runners on the side of the road and would often think “damn, I wish I could do that”. But after nearly collapsing after 1/4 of a mile in October, I would quickly have a thought that was usually along the lines of “Ah fuck that noise.”
Anyway, this Spartan Race was different. It was to be held INSIDE of AT&T Stadium on June 22, home of the local professional football team. Since I live in the Dallas area, that team happens to be the Dallas Cowboys. Holy shit - IN the stadium? On the field? JUST 3 miles and some change? I’m in and since my 14 year old is a huge Cowboys fan, I signed his ass up too. I sat down with him and we watched last year’s race and we both agreed that it looked really fucking cool.
By this time, I had worked my way up to a couple of miles and although it still hurt, it still sucked, and I still dreaded it, I had hope. With the race on the horizon, I had a specific goal. Finish this race with my son without dying, and not to look like a fucking idiot out there.
Then, something else happened. I started reading more and more about Spartan Racing. The videos looked amazing - playing outside in the dirt and mud? Holy shit how bad ass is that? I read absolutely everything Spartan related and realized that they had a “Trifecta”: an achievement given to those who complete the Sprint or Stadium race (3+ miles), the Super (8.5 miles), and the Beast (13.5+ miles) in one calendar year. The Beast can be exchanged for the Ultra Beast, a 50K plus OCR.
That would totally be bad ass, I thought. “Man, I need to do that next year. For now, let me focus on the race on June 22.”
I allowed that thought to last for less than one day before I realize that allowing myself to just settle for “good enough” was why I couldn’t walk up the stairs without breaking a sweat. Since Spartan has races all over the world, I found the 3 races that made sense in a time frame that was realistic:
June 22 in Dallas (3+) because I live here.
August 10 in Super in Boston because one of my friends lives there and at that time, I thought it would give me enough time to prep.
October 26 here in Dallas for the Beast - I live here, and I’d need every second of that to compete.
I signed up and paid for all of the races, including travel to Boston. I figured that level of finality and urgency would force me to get my shit together and to not be a pussy about it.
Now realizing that I had three races that were distances that I hadn’t run in a couple of decades and one that was a greater distance than I had ever run at one time, I decided to ratchet my training up a bit. Since running still hurt like a bitch for a few days after (I was still a fat ass), I was spending time on the Peloton to burn excess calories and get my cardio health stronger. I even started swimming once per week.
Now, don’t get me wrong: Sport specificity doesn’t transfer very much between different activities. Being a great cyclist doesn’t mean you can run, and being an amazing runner doesn’t mean you can swim, and vice versa. Those three sports are completely unique and to become decent at one, you must train specifically for that discipline.
My goal was not to become great or even very good at any of those things; I just wanted to stay active and ride my new found drive and discipline.
Then, seemingly overnight, it clicked. I didn’t suck too terribly at running. While running in the state park near my home, my planned 3 mile run turned into a 12 mile run and I felt I could go further. I had been known to ride the Peloton for 90-120 minutes at a time, but as far as running, I usually felt like I was dying at the 2-3 mile mark. But there I was, breathing normally, feeling “light”. I hadn’t felt this way in decades.
The swimming was coming along a bit, and I thought “Damn, I should do a sprint triathlon.” Well, like Spartan, that thought was in my head for all of a day before I made the decision to look at a full Ironman in a year. That didn’t even last a day before I decided to register for the full deal: 140.6 mile Ironman Triathlon in Tempe, Arizona on November 24, 2019.
I believe in having goals so big that they scare the absolute shit out of you.
To say this goal scared the shit out of me was an absolute understatement. I had run more than 10 miles exactly once since 2002. I had NEVER ridden a real road bike (only a mountain bike with road wheels and one road bike that was probably sized for a short 14 year old) and had never even thought of swimming more than a couple thousand yards. But I had actually committed to swim 2.4 miles, ride a bike 112 miles, run a full 26.2 mile marathon consecutively on the same day with 17 hours to finish. What in the fuck was I thinking?
Well, first thing was I needed a fucking bike. A close friend (same height) offered me his to test out and while it was uncomfortable as hell at first, once I figured everything out, I was hooked. I rode 30+ miles at once within a week, 50 in the first 3 weeks, and now 60-100 is a piece of cake. Aaaaand I typically ride after a swim or a run (or do one or the other after I ride these distances).
It’s crazy to explain, but I have already finished this race. My mind is convinced that I am already an Ironman. Actually going to Tempe in November and DOING the race is a foregone conclusion and is just a matter of ironing out the details. Funny thing? I have decided to do the Ultra Beast 50k in Dallas on October 26, less than a month before Ironman.
Make no mistake, my motivation and determination is higher than it has ever been, and like most, I don’t feel like training probably 50% of the time, but I do it. It is who I am. Now, being in that pool, on that bike, or running some insane distance is who I am.
The task of completing these races would’ve been unthinkable 6 months ago in the shape I was in (shirt is Dec 12, 2018, no shirt is May 12, 2019):
Hell, and Ironman is a task for anyone in ANY shape. But I’m dedicated and to me, it feels as if it is a spiritual quest and something that I am on this earth to do. Medication free since February, and completely plant-powered.
What’s next? I’m already looking at other seemingly crazy challenges: 100+ mile runs, Ultra Man, Epic 5. I don’t know what I’ll find, but I know it’s going to be some epic shit, and, man, the journey is going to be so fucking amazing.
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Daniel Andre Tande imagine - “It was nice to see you”
You two fitted together like two peas in a pod. Everybody had you for so called #couplegoals. The two of you were together a little bit over a year and a half and everyone just wanted to get you married, that’s how good you were together. Eventually one thing went wrong, then another and so on that you two just couldn’t watch your relationship fall apart that way. So you decided to go separate ways and stay on good terms. In theory. In reality it seemed harder than you ever though it would be.
It has been a couple of months since we broke and he has been seen getting intimate with three girls already. And that hurt more than you could handle. But you learned to live with it. Everything became even easier when on a night out with your girls you met an interesting guy. At first you didn’t want to start anything but he was persistent to take you out for a meal or a drink. So you gave in, went for that drink and he turned out to be a really nice guy. Not that kind a guy you meet at a bar that is just selfish and just wants to get it done. He wasn’t like that. So you went out again, many times. After you knew each other for a few months and you weren’t just friends by then.
You had a boyfriend four months now and you were happy. You had fun together so you didn’t give a lot of thoughts to Daniel and his girls. But every time his fans saw a picture of you with Joe, your new boyfriend or Daniel with one of his girls they didn’t like it. Since you had a lot of those girls following you on social media you were a bit scared to post photos with Joe. They weren’t rude but they had a habit of commenting you ship name with Daniel and kept mentioning him even after a year. You never talked about Daniel with Joe, but you had a feeling he knew about him from all the comments and mentions online. But he never mentioned him so you didn’t make a big deal out of it.
For Joe’s birthday you wanted to buy two tickets to see a game of his favourite football club but they sold out too fast. Since you knew he talked a lot about visiting Norway you decided to arrange a weekend away in Oslo. Since you never good with keeping things from Joe he found out about Oslo trip which gave him an opportunity to surprise you with tickets to an event that was held that weekend in Oslo. When you arrived to the airport he decided to tell you what he had planned out for you two. “Since you planned this lovely trip here I have decided to surprise you too.” – “Joe, you know how I don’t like surprises.” You whined but you noticed in those few months that he always planned out really nice surprises so you got more comfortable every time. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll love it. I know how much you love ski jumping so I pulled a few string here and there and found out they are competing here this weekend so I got us tickets.” You were shocked. You didn’t expect that from him since he really wasn’t into ski jumping as you were. Since you saw how proud he was saying it you smiled kindly but inside you were worried. You hoped he got the basic tickets but that would be unusual for him. Since he can afford much more than you can, everywhere he went he got himself VIP tickets or just something that would be pricier. “Joe, that’s nice of you but you didn’t need to. I know you don’t like ski jumping.” – “I know but I know how much it means to you so I thought for once we would do something you like.” He smiled to you and you couldn’t help but curl up to him in the back of a taxi that was taking you to your hotel.
The rest of the ride was quiet. Your thoughts were running around your head so quickly that you didn’t know what to do. You would be in the same area as him. Since your break up you never saw each other or talked so you were even more nervous. Does this mean you have to tell Joe about Daniel? He basically bought the tickets to see your ex-boyfriend which you thought you were over but you were afraid this weekend will prove otherwise. The rest of the day you spend walking around, sightseeing around the town and Joe could sense something was off. You weren’t relaxed and not fully there with him. “Y/N is everything okay? You seem distant.” He asked you a bit worried. You didn’t want to lie to him so you decided to be honest. “You remember when I was telling you about my ex?” You looked at him looking for his answer on his face. “Yes I do, the one that you never really wanted to talk about. What about him?” – “He is a ski jumper. He will be jumping at the event you bought us tickets.” You could see he was surprised and didn’t know what to do. “Y/N, I don’t know what to say. If you want, I can return the tickets or we just don’t go. You decide what you’re comfortable with. If only I’ve known-” You interrupted him. “I know. I should’ve told you about him and not just keep quiet about him like he doesn’t exist. I’m sorry. We’ll go because it’s a huge event and I’m sure it will be spectacular. We probably won’t be anywhere near of running into him. I���m sorry if I’m being weird.” – “Well at least I now know what’s been bothering you. Actually I am pretty tired, so I propose we head back to the hotel and just relax and watch something. What do you think?” – “I would like that very much.” You pressed yourself at Joe’s side like you were testing how would he react. If he was a bit irritated because of what you told him or was he okay. At first he tensed a bit but then relaxed and you didn’t know what to think of it. You tried to shake off that feeling and look on the bright side, it there was one.
The next day you had a nice breakfast but then you began to get ready for the day. Today was the day the two of you attend the competition. The word nervous didn’t manage to describe the feeling you had. You couldn’t even eat half of what you always eat in the morning. Luckily Joe didn’t mention it and acted normally. “You ready babe?” Joe asked you grabbing his jacket, wallet and his phone. “Think so. Let’s get going. We can’t be late.” You smiled to him and you two headed together to the taxi area in front of the hotel you were staying at. You two didn’t have much trouble getting a cab since they were lined up. You were excited and at the same time scared how this will go down.
The closer you were to the hill, the more crowded the road was. But thankfully you got there safely. There was already a big crowd but you made your way to the entrance for the VIP guests. We were given direction where to go and we found ourselves in a nice warm area with food and fancy drinks. Those tickets must cost a fortune, you thought. “Joe, what is this? This is even better than watching at home!” You exclaimed and turned to Joe smiling. You tried to act like you were relaxed because you didn’t want to worry Joe. “You like it?” Joe asked you with sparkle in his eyes. “Yes, of course. I love it. Thank you!” You squeezed his hand that was intertwined with yours. You made yourself comfortable and got ready for the competition. Since it was still a few minutes before the start you went to get yourself something warm to hold in your hands since yours were freezing. You were waiting at the bar and soon the bartender took your order. While you were waiting for your drink you felt that someone placed his hands on the bar pretty close to you. You already had a weird feeling in your stomach but anyways looked at this person and your heart stopped for a second. Then it started to beat like never before.
He had headphones on his head and was apparently so into the music that he didn’t see you next to him. Since you were staring at him not being capable of taking your eyes off of him he noticed someone’s eyes on him. Whilst moving his head to the beat of the music he turned to you and that made him stop. His eyes got bigger and immediately took off his headphones. “Y/N?” His voice was so quiet that you hardly heard him saying that. “Y/N…” He repeated your name, this time saying it louder and clearer. He continued. “You’re here. What are you doing here?” You could see he was shocked. You were also. You didn’t think you would see him so soon. You found yourself still staring at him. Clearing your throat, you blinked and tried to pull yourself together. “I was in town and got tickets to see the competition. It was all last minute.” You said looking him in the eyes and tried to figure out what he was thinking. “Oh. I didn’t expect to see you here.” `I know. ´ You thought to yourself. You got very uncomfortable so you put your hands in your jacket’s pocket. You two stood there, neither of you knew that to do next. You were both pulled out of your thoughts by someone talking to you. “Miss? Here is your drink. That would be 14 NOK.” You turned to the bartender and pulled out your wallet. Since your hands were still shaking somehow you managed to give him the money but as always something went wrong. You loosened the grip on the money to soon and the money fell into your drink. Then you tried to save the money but you only made it worse. You spilled the drink over the counter and also on yourself. “Shit” You cursed but it was too late. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” You looked at the soaked piece of paper. You were becoming more frustrated with each second. “It’s okay miss. It happens to everyone. Would you like to order another cup of mint tea?” He was so kind and relaxed which made you calm down a bit. “Yes please. I apologize, I am so clumsy.” You smiled apologetically. Then Daniel stepped in. “Make that two mint teas and just put them on my bill?” – “Will do,” answered the bartender and I needed to speak put. There is no way Daniel is paying for my teas. “No, no. I will pay for my drinks myself. Thank you for the offer anyway.” You said but couldn’t look at Daniel once more. “Y/N, let me pay. It’s no big deal.” – “Daniel, you are not paying for my drink.” – “And why the hell not?” He used the word `hell´ which meant he was getting a bit frustrated. That made you look at him and see his questionable expression. “Because I can pay for my own drink. And also it would be weird.” You got your drink put in front of you for the second time this day and the competition hasn’t even started. “Here you go” The bartender tried to lighten the mood between us but without success. “Here, I’ll pay with credit card, please.” You insisted but he didn’t take your card. What is with everyone preferring to take the money from men? “I’ll take care of it Y/N. For both of the drinks. Relax.” Daniel spoke out but you didn’t have it in yourself to fight with him anymore. You weren’t there for not even 10 minutes and you already fought. Before you could thank him and walk away you felt someone touch your elbow.
“Y/N, everything alright? You’ve been gone for a really long time.” You heard Joe speak and that reminded you that you were here with Joe. “Everything is alright, I just spilled the first cup.” You tried to form a smile but it was a very awkward smile. You grabbed your cup and tried to walk away. But before you could do that, Joe introduced himself to Daniel. “I’m Joe. The boyfriend.” – “Nice to meet you Joe. I’m Daniel.” They went for an intense handshake and you didn’t miss Joe’s hardened look at Daniel. And Daniel gave Joe the same expression. Daniel broke their staring contest and looked at you. “It was nice to see you Y/N.” – “Good luck today Daniel.” You said and walked away, leaving him behind. Funny though when all you wanted to do was throw yourself around him, hugging him tightly but he wasn’t your boyfriend. And it would feel right.
Just like that, all your feelings you left behind on the night of the break up, they came back with just one look.
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