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CAPTAIN AMERICA TRILOGY MOVIE POSTERS (insp 1 & 2)
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So Shell Feed
four: ✧ connections
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀᴛʟᴇs sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀɪʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴀʟsᴏ, ʟᴇᴏ's ғᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ.
parts: one || two || three || four (you’re here!)
You ended up having to buy another pizza.
Initially, you were against this verdict. It wasn't your fault the pizza dropped! I mean it was, you most definitely dropped it, but it's because you were shocked at seeing giant mutant turtles!
Totally within reason and therefore a proper excuse to not be held accountable for a $10 pizza.
But you digress and paid for it anyway. Your phone was in the hands of a pizza-starved purple turtle, after all, and one tiny box was not going to be enough to satisfy all four of these guys.
As April left to go fetch the pizza, you were shown around "the lair", as they called it, by three of the four turtles. Donatello immediately left you four the moment your precious phone's life was put into his three-fingered hands.
Although you were nervous without April, you felt that strange sense of comfort around them again (something you thought happened pretty often when you interacted with this group - whether online or in person today) so your nerves were easily soothed as the trip among this VERY large 'home' continued.
It brought that very thought to the forefront of your mind: meeting these four, as well as April, and even going to their hideout - all happened in the span of a few hours.
It was probably nearing the 8:30 mark by now, and you winced. Yes, your mother trusted you to take care of yourself, and being away for a few hours never necessarily meant a big deal since you kept often communication with her, but it was also New York.
That, and the fact that there have been rumors going around ever since that one popular chef was 'mysteriously transformed into a hideous beast' that there's been a bug-carried disease or something riddling the city itself.
'Is that what happened to these guys?'
Mikey's arm was tightly hooked around yours, and you could tell he was physically restraining himself from jumping and pulling you around to every location with excitement.
The grin on his face was so wide, that it instantly lifted your mood as well.
How did you know? Leo made sure to comment on how radiant your smile was.
'You don't have to hide how excited you are to finally meet me, y'know,' were his exact words.
You wanted to reply with 'we met less than 12 hours ago,' but you thought he was funny, so you went along with it anyway.
As for Raphael - although he hadn't volunteered or offered to follow you guys around the lair, he most definitely was there.
Definitely failing at 'spying' on you - not that it could've been helped. His stature and color scheme clashed too heavily with his attempts to hide behind humorously smaller items than him.
"Since you've already familiarized yourself with the living room, I wanna show you the more exciting places of our humble abode!" Mikey grinned, "Starting with my FAVORITE place, the graffiti room!"
Leo had a mischievous smile on his face, although the twitch in his eye made it evident that following around to whatever the 'graffiti room' was didn't meet his exact ideals.
You watched him with a curious glint in your eye, but you sped up with the orange-clad turtle because honestly, you were just as excited to see graffiti as he was to show you.
Mikey pulled you along a hallway lit in neon and blacklights, and part of you wondered how the hell these guys could pay for any form of an electric bill.
Posters of retro Lou-Jitsu movies littered the dull cement walls, and near the bottom of said walls were doodles that looked to be in paint markers, and dated chalk of messy scribbles and tiny hand prints.
The floor held a story, too. The same paint colors were splotched on the floor with little footprints and splatters. Someone made a mess whenever those were painted.
You had a feeling you knew who all those little footprints belonged to, and although it seemed cute, a sympathetic pang hit deep in your heart.
But you didn't have time to stop and analyze anything from the hallway, anyway.
There wasn't a door, as the halls were sewer caverns, respectfully, but it did lead to another opening for a manhole.
Once more, it was a room with a giant ladder that you assumed led up to another alleyway. Except this area was considerably less lit near the roof.
More interestingly, though, it was the most gorgeous room you think you've ever seen.
Paintings littered their way up to a good 3/4th of the entire ladderway, and they seemingly got more professional the higher up they went.
"This is the room I've frequented the most in my childhood," Mikey informed you with a proud grin, "here, look! You can see how bad I was at drawing when I just started out. I was like four or something, but I've always held a love for drawing!"
He scurried over to the lowest part of the ladderway, showing you the doodles 'Lil' Mike' drew in his youngest days.
They were hard to make out, but the colors kind of reminded you of the brothers so you assumed he took most of his inspiration from his family back then.
It was adorable.
"After being introduced to comic books and movies - that's when I really started getting into it. I actually did some studies, too!"
His hands gently ran themselves over the drawings, and he constantly looked from his drawings back to your cheerful expressions, as if he nervously gauged your reaction to his pieces; young to old.
Your mouth was agape in a jovial wonder. "Mikey, you did all of this?" your voice raised in octaves, awe showing through every word, and it made him elated.
Those honey-brown eyes of his shone with a giddy sparkle, unlike anything you've ever seen. "I did! Do you like it?"
You made your way to climb up the ladder, eyes never leaving the beautiful pieces of art surrounding you.
It was clear he had practiced many forms of art, but his favorite was graffiti, cartoon, and pop art. It was crazy to you, how talented he was.
"Mikey, this is amazing!" you exclaimed, "look at the detail - the lining is so clean! You're an artist! Now I see how you got your name, aye?"
Hopping off the ladder, you turned back to the turtle. He was busy wiping his tears off with his wristbands. "I can't show my art anywhere except on the So Shell, so it really means a lot that you like it!" He sheepishly chuckles.
"Sorry, I'm a little overwhelmed!"
You walked up to him with a small smile, "no worries, dude! I think it's so amazing, I can tell you really love drawing! You got any sketchbooks I can see?"
The genuine interest in his craft made him gasp absurdly loud - and even louder, he screamed, "oh DO I - "
All before Leo finally managed to speak up, patting Mikey's shoulder 'sympathetically,' whilst speaking, "Oh buddy it'll take AGES for you to get out of that - mmmm'nother time? 'Nother place? We still gotta show them MY favorite spot!"
Unbeknownst to you, Leo had been patiently waiting for you to have your undivided attention on him.
And seeing as he didn't want his first impression with you to be overly narcissistic and rude, he tried his best to compose himself from any sassy remarks and let Mikey have his little moment.
But the praising and joking around with Mikey was... well, safe to say he got a little jealous.
You were a new friend and it already looked like you were gonna find a real liking to his younger brother, but he'd hoped that he would have been able to snag you as his best friend, like how April and Donnie became so attached to the hip.
He wanted a partner in crime so baaaad!! So forgive him, okay? He can still impress you, just wait till he takes you to THE spot.
"Alright, Mikester, Raph-a-doodle - " You watched the looming, big shadow in the corner of the room jump as... attention was brought to it - "let's kindly take our guest towards the r - a - m - p, shall we?"
....Did he think you couldn't spell? Ramp. He spelled ramp. Were you not supposed to know that he wanted to take you to some ramp? Was this an acronym? You were so confused!
Shaking your head, you sped up to match Leo's speed - this boy had legs, after all, and he could move quickly. Maybe it was the 'ninja' part of them Mikey's been informing you about.
Leo, although making long strides, was pretty calm, and a lazy smile fell on his half-lidded gaze. His arms were crossed behind his head, allowing him to rest on them ever slightly. Although he didn't show it, a jolt of nervousness ran through his spine when you walked up next to him.
Oh, right. He's probably supposed to talk like Mikey did, right? Better not let his little brother get the chance to sweep you off your feet again.
"As I'm sure you're aware, our cozy little casa is a treasure trove filled with endless entertainment - as very much needed and deserved for the heroes of the city, after all," he began.
You had no idea what he was talking about. Heroes of the city? What exactly have they done?
You didn't ask to elaborate, and he continued anyway. "But there's one particular room that stands out among all others - and it's this one," he spoke in a leading voice, similar to an announcer for some wrestling match, and his arms outstretched as you turned the corner of the corridor.
A giant opening was there. And you only wished that giant was an exaggeration.
At the very bottom floor - where you currently resided - was a giant skate ramp. Next to it, laying half-hazardly, were color-coordinated boards. And they were pretty beat up, which meant they were loved? You guessed?
You never really used skateboards.
In all honesty, it was beautiful. There was floor after floor, once again leading to the city's streets at the very top - but here it was like the main directory for any location of the sewers you could have possibly wanted.
Seriously, can you live here? You were positive there was more than enough room.
"Woaaaah....!" another gasp left your lips, and it made Leo's ego do somersaults.
"Yeah-hah-haaah, baby! Right here is the prime place to be for good times. This is where the real magic happens."
Whilst the red-eared slider spoke, Mikey ran up alongside him to go fetch their boards.
You noticed Raph didn't bother to hide himself in this room, not like he had any place to hide in here anyway, and took this time to walk up and talk with him.
Shortly after the first introductions, you were informed that Raphael was the oldest of the four; then came Leo and Donnie, being the same age and referred to as 'the disaster twins,' and the youngest of the brothers being Michelangelo, naturally.
"All of this is... incredible, how did you guys manage to put so much... well, stuff down here? It looks so... cozy. Like the teenage dream," you gushed to him.
He hadn't been spying on you in any way to be offensive, and you knew that. He was the oldest child, and he loved his brothers. He just wanted to make sure you were okay - over-protective or overtly suspicious he may be. And you respected it, you admired it, even.
For this reason, you'd expected him to have been at least a little bit harsh or maybe even withhold talking about personal stuff with you so early on into your relationship. You've still only known everyone for only a few good hours, after all. However, he was more than comfortable talking to you as if you were another friend.
"It took a long time, for sure. A lot of this stuff was brought in only a few years ago since we finally had the strength and teamwork to enhance our home," he explained.
"But back when we were kids, there were only a few rooms that pops cared to decorate."
"Pops?" you asked with a curious tilt to your head.
Raph let out a chuckle at your display. "Yeah. Master Splinter. He's not here right now, and I can't tell you why," a brow-like crease of his mask indicated an apologetic expression from him, and again, you understood the secrecy, so you shrugged to let him continue, "but he's the one that took care of us when we didn't have anyone. It's part of why we live down here."
He lifted his gaze back up to his two brothers, "... But I think, back then, he needed us. Just as much as we needed him. He's not exactly a human, either. All we had was this family, but somehow, we were enough. And I don't think any of us would have wanted it any other way, y'know?"
Midway through his little chat with you, his voice softened. Like he was pondering over the words he spoke to you, or maybe just took a moment to live in those words. A fondness showed through his eyes. Something of a look that you could only see in the eldest child.
It hurt your heart. You wished you shared that connection with your siblings.
"It's really touching to hear the kinda love you guys have for each other," it was your turn to speak softly, and you also turned your head to watch the two brothers set up their gear.
"____, watch me hit this super cool air flip, alright? Mikey, cheer me on dude!"
Leo's voice wavered in the distance (the ramp was REALLY tall), and he waved for your attention from the top of the half-pipe.
You gave him a thumbs up and he grinned, noticing your attention. Mikey cheered him on with utmost passion.
You quietly continued. "It's hard to see that kind of bond in humans, these days. We tend to leave that kind of stuff behind in favor of things like success, or physical desires," your arms crossed, matching Raphael's pose unintentionally.
"But despite this day in age, I think Master Splinter did good teaching you all how important the bond between a family is..." you paused, thinking carefully with a small frown. "... A real family."
Raphael noticed your correction, but all he did to react was simply give you a curious side-eye, not wanting to offend you by asking about it.
A smile grew on his lips as his brother successfully started the routine for his special move. "It's something we're still learning ourselves, and it isn't easy. But it's worth the trouble."
As for Leo, currently picking up speed for his wicked airtime, sweat was trickling down his neck.
Why did he do this? Why did he specifically bring this super hard trick shot to your attention, knowing that his success rate was literally in the 30s with this jump?
If he misses it means a one-way ticket straight to crashtown, bruises all over his face, a completely ruined reputation and first impression, and endless embarrassment that he will never live down.
He had to make this trick.
Mikey's encouragement wasn't doing much to help the underlying panic, but it did well to keep a confident (enough) looking grin on the Slider's face.
'This is it, Leo, now or never, the one trick to seal that best friend status with ___! Don't mess this up!'
'.....What are you thinking, Leonard? You? Messing up? That's not biologically in your nature...!'
He took the flip into the air,
" - guess who's back with the pizza!"
and flailed, lost his footing, and face slammed directly into the ramp, pathetically sliding down it in a muddled heap of an embarrassed turtle.
'FUCK.'
Luckily, you hadn't seen that horrible, embarrassing mess! The moment April's words spoke, you turned away from Leo soaring in the air to the brunette and trotted over without thinking.
"April, you're back! Oh, sorry, Leo, did I miss it?!"
Before you turned back towards the ramp, Leo made a lightning-quick recovery and stood straight, leaning slightly on the wobbling board with his head turned to the ground, rendering it impossible for you to see his face.
He pressed a hand against his mouth, yawning loudly and dramatically to cover-up, "huh? Oh, yeah, you did, you really shoulda seen it! But it's fine, I'm actually a bit exhausted anyway so I might have to wait another time to build the energy for another one of those trick shots. Hey, I'm gonna go check on Donnie, I'll see you guys later!"
And then he left.
.....And then, you finally had time to process what just went down.
You muttered a small, "uhhh... okay! Sorry about that! Another time then," and turned back to April, who shared another confused look with you.
"Boys." She simply stated.
Leo wasn't actually going to Donnie's lab. Instead, he went straight to his room down in the abandoned subway and splashed himself with cold water.
His left cheek was swollen, and he could feel it panging, but looking in the mirror he noticed that he didn't look too bad.
Maybe he could get away with a clever excuse.
If she saw how horrible that drop was, he probably would have died. Thank the heavens for giving those four April.
He whimpered pathetically and sat down on his bed.
'Now what can I do? I ran away, giving the rest of them all the time they needed to sweep ____ of their feet!'
He brought a hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples in annoyance. If only you made that stupid trick shot, Leonard.
'This is where the real magic happens,' yeah right.
....Magic.....
Turning his head to the side, his gaze met the Mystic Sword resting against the door.
He grinned.
You, Raphael, April, and Mikey decided to chill out in the kitchen and chow down on some pizza. Meanwhile, you asked about their hidden lives.
"So how did you guys end up meeting? Were you just as shocked as I was, April?"
April laughed at the question, wiping tomato sauce off the side of her lip before she could answer.
"I was really young, I think I was about 11 or 12 when I met them. But I grew up watching movies with aliens in them, y'know? And that's what they kind of looked like to me when I first saw them."
You could hear Mikey and Raph groan at being compared to 'aliens,' but April continued.
"So I don't think I was entirely thrown aback, being a kid super into the idea that aliens were real... actually, I'm pretty sure they were more terrified of me than I could ever be of them!"
"That's true," Raph laughed, bashfully scratching at his cheek. "Master Splinter always warned us about being seen by humans. When we were really young, he said it's because they would've kidnapped and experimented on us, and we really believed it!"
Raph and his baby brother laughed as if they figured it was some myth that had no chance of coming true.
A drop of sweat rolled down your forehead, and you and April spared a glance at each other from the corner of your eyes.
You let out a laugh through clenched teeth.
As Raph's laughter died down, you spoke again before he could catch on to your nervous expression.
"Dads, am I right? No matter the species they always wanna spook their kids, hahaha!"
"Fo-real, I thought April was totally gonna go mad scientist on us!" Mikey added, "we already had enough of that with Donnie's experiments back then!"
You caught the 'we still do,' grumble that April and Raph let out, and it made you giggle.
"It sounds like all of you had a really exciting childhood, I'm kinda jealous," you teased. They all beamed at you.
"Are you kidding? If anything, we're jealous of you!"
"I know for one, it was always Donnie's biggest dream to attend school," Raphael explained.
"We never got to go outside for more than half of our lives. Of course, we did it anyway, but there was always an underlying fear of how humans would treat us in the open."
You couldn't help but frown. He was right to be scared - Splinter was right to teach him that, too.
"....On the bright side, it looks like you're pretty good at picking out the good ones." April gave Raph a joking smile, giving you the opportunity to see a bright grin from the oldest.
A beep sounded from April's watch, causing everyone to turn their heads toward her.
"Oh, looks like Donnie's finished with your phone, ____."
"Already?!" you yelped. "I haven't even been here for two hours!"
The three laughed in a tone that said 'you have no idea,' and followed you out of the kitchen.
It was time for you to finally see Donnie's lab.
Donatello's lab had a massive door - one with several authorizations and passcodes that gave you a headache just after one look.
Luckily his brothers noticed your visible distress, and Mikey was quick to press his hand against the scanner.
"Who is it?"
"It's your faaaavorite brother!"
"Oh, come in, Mikey."
"What?!" Raph yelled.
Mikey giggled, turning his head around with a shit-eating grin to taunt Raph's offended demeanor, and cockily marched through the opening doors.
You quickly followed behind him, then April, then a moping Raph.
"I see you've come to retrieve your cellular device," Donatello didn't even bother to look at you, eyes closed as he smugly grinned, "prepare to be enraptured by my awesome tech-skills - no need to thank me, I know, I'm great."
You wanted to punch his smug little face but he was right. And if there was any kind of character you loved: it was those who had bite to their bark.
"Wow, Donnie... this phone - this is my phone?! How did you - " your eyes sparkled, and your mouth gawked as you tested out your new phone.
He had to pretend he wasn't going insane over how dramatic your reactions were.
Ego? Skyrocketing.
"Not only did I fix your screen, add a DonTech VPN, and give you an extra 20 GB of storage - I also made sure that you were following meandlikedeverypostonmySoShellFeedyeahyou'rewelcome."
He muttered the last bit in a hurried tone, but you couldn't mind due to how utterly astounded you were by the major upgrades.
You could probably hold the entire collection of the internet's memes on your phone by now. AND STILL, HAVE STORAGE! Not only that, the resolution on your camera was fucking insane!
"And you did all of this in - "
"One hour and fourty-seven minutes? Yeah, I had to wait on the pizza before I could get my mojo on," he bragged.
You know damn well that part was a lie but again, you didn't care. You let him feel good about his achievements because all of this was free.
"I don't think I'll ever need a software update again...!" You whispered. The three accomodating compadres in the room laughed at you.
"You won't - unless it's one of my updates. I tinker a lot, you should be aware it'll be VERY annoying for you," he grinned.
Your smile was absolutely beaming when you turned to him. Flustered, his grin dropped and his eyes hurriedly shot around any other direction instead of on you.
"Thank you so much, man! Seriously! You have no idea how grateful I am, this is sick!!!"
He turned away from you in his swivel chair, leaning his head in his hands with his arms propped on the desk. "Uh yeah, yeah no problem." He played off his timidness with a bored-sounding voice, fiddling with a pen.
"I will of course be needing to see your phone again soon; two hours didn't give me enough time to figure out how that dumb bug got into my app, yet."
Oh, shoot, that's right! You needed to be heading home! You shot a look at April, and she nodded knowingly.
"Um, of course!" you responded. "Maybe I'll revisit you guys soon! We can have an official hangout session then!"
Mikey had stars in his eyes, and Raphael happily shrugged. "We'll be here anytime," he said.
"And if you can't come over, just text me. I'm sure I can figure things out with a bit of vague QnA," Donatello informed. You nodded.
Making your way out of the Lab was a bit of a bummer. You wanted to spend more time in there and really investigate all the cool inventions that the turtle genius made, but you really needed to be heading home.
Speaking of Donnie's lab, though -
"Hey, wasn't Leo supposed to be chilling here?" you asked April.
Mikey answered for her with a shrug. "He's probably sleeping or reading comics. He does his own thing super often."
Raph couldn't help but grumble, but didn't respond to it. You wondered why he seemed annoyed by that.
But April, Raphael, Mikey, and Donnie ended up leading you out of the lair together. And when you finally made it to the ladders that once led you down here, you turned to them with another of your signature smiles.
"Well, I've gotta be heading home. But it was really awesome that I could stop by on such short notice! I really appreciate you guys for letting me crash here for a bit. And for fixing my phone. Thanks a bunch, again."
Donnie cracked a small smile and was quick to hide his face before you could see any full grin.
The other two walked straight up to you - Mikey once again giving you a hug, and Raph settling with messing up your hair.
"Not a problem, buddy! Make sure you come back soon, we'll always be happy to have ya! Text us when you get home, okay? It's dangerous out there at night."
"Oh please, she's got O'Neil on her side," April scoffed jokingly. "I promised her a ride home, no biggie."
You nodded anyway. "I'll text you guys, though. Oh, and tell Leo I said goodbye! It's a shame I wasn't able to talk with him longer!"
"WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIIIT - YOU'RE LEAVING ALREADY?!"
Speak of the devil and there shall he come. Leo frantically waved his arms as he ran toward you.
Yeah. Frantically waving his arms. Running. With a giant, menacing sword in his hands.
"CHEEBUS GRICE - LEO, DON'T RUN WITH THAT!" screamed April, guarding the two of you with her bat.
"No, but I have to show ____ my super cool sword, they're gonna love it! Check this ou- woAAH !!!"
As terrifyingly expected, Leonardo tripped on his own two feet and the sword went launching, slicing open some blue, mysterious portal in midair.
The sword flew above you, and as he was falling he accidentally caught on to your jacket.
....Which, y'know, meant that you obviously fell into the portal with him.
"____?!?!"
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise!april#rise!donnie#rise!leo#rise!mikey#rise!raph#rise!tmnt#rottmnt#so shell feed#leo x reader#april x reader#donnie x reader#mikey x reader#raph x reader
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Movie Theater Adventures
Summary: Peter 1, 2, and 3 go to see a movie together and chaos ensues 😁
(Have a great week guys ❤️ hope you're all having a great day ❤️)
"You guys seriously did not have to do this."
Three turned toward the backseat. "For the millionth time Pete, we wanted to."
"You've been under a lot of stress lately kiddo and we know what that's like." Two smiled at him through the rearview mirror. "Sometimes you just need a movie break with friends."
"I cannot wait to see this movie." Three buzzed. "It looks so good!"
"Which one are we seeing?" One asked.
"You'll see when we get there." Two winked at him.
One leaned back in the seat. The older two had surprised the youngest after a long day at work. He had come back from the pizza shop to find them both in the living room. Doctor Octavius and Peter 2 had final been able to create a way for them to travel through dimensions a few months ago and it was taking some adjusting to randomly seeing another version of you in the living room.
It was even stranger when one of them announces they're kidnapping you for the evening. The older two had ushered One to his closet, telling him to put on his comfiest outfit and shoes for a movie day. However, they wouldn't tell him what movie they were seeing because they wanted it to be a surprise.
One fiddled with the sleeve of his science themed sweatshirt. "Could you give me a hint?"
Three ruffled his hair. "It's a movie you'll really love."
Once they pulled into the parking lot, One leaned closer. "Can you tell me now?"
"Have patience little Pete." Two opened the door. "Come on."
The youngest Peter curiously followed the older two toward the theater. He glanced at the posters on the outside in hopes of picking up on one that would give him a clue to the movie, but none of them really stood out to him.
Instead, he had to wait until Two talked to the lady at the kitchen counter. "Three tickets to see A New Hope please."
One's eyes widened. "What?"
"They're running a special this week." Peter 3 nudged his brother. "All of the older Star Wars movies are being shown in theaters for their anniversary."
"So we can actually see A New Hope in theaters? Like actually on the big screen?"
"Yehep. Thought this would be a gohood weheekend idea," Peter Two replied.
"Yes!" Peter 1 reached into his pocket for his wallet. "I'm so looking---."
Peter 2 stepped in front of the youngest and gave the lady his card. "Just put all three of them on my card please."
"Yes sir." The lady took the card.
"Here, I'll pay you back for---."
The oldest cut off the youngest. "No need."
"What?"
"It's my treat One, don't worry about it."
Peter 1's jaw dropped. "I can't let you do that!"
While the two fought over the tickets, the lady behind the counter slid all three tickets over with Two's card. "And that's two adults and one---."
Before the lady could finish her statement, Two gathered what she handed him. "Thank you."
Three wrapped an arm around the youngest's shoulders before steering him inside. "Come on Uno."
"W-wait! You can't just---!"
"Already have One." Peter 2 gave him another hair ruffle.
Peter 3 directed the group toward the concession stand. "Nothing you can do now. We said we'd kidnap you for a movie day so it's our treat."
"But I'm an adult!" Peter 1 pulled away. "Not a child!"
"Adults can still have free passes Peter," Two soothed. "Think of it as a gift for working so hard."
One crossed his arms. "Like getting good grades on my report card."
Peter 3 shrugged. "Eh, kind of."
The youngest blushed and turtled into his shoulders.
Two nudged him. "Hey, just say thank you and enjoy it, okay?"
Peter 1 wanted to continue arguing, but he was already being pulled into line at the concession stand. The blush on his face darkened as they made their way to the front.
"You haven't had dinner yet Pete. Do you want something to eat?" Three asked.
One shook his head.
"You sure? They've got pizza or chicken."
One shook his head again. "Just popcorn please? I can share with someone."
Peter 3 pulled the youngest close and pinched his cheek. "You're a growing boy. You need your own food."
One whined. "Noho!"
"Excuse me." A worker behind the concession counter asked. "Could I see your tickets really quickly?"
"Um sure?" Two handed over the tickets. "Is there a problem?"
The worker looked over the tickets. "Nope, no problem here. You actually have a discount."
"Really?"
"Yeah." The employee pointed to the board behind him. "You get half off one of the kid's meals."
Two cocked his head. "Kid's meals?"
"Because you have a child's ticket." The three Peters' eyes widened as the worker motioned to Peter 1. "All kids 14 and under get in for free."
One groaned. "She thought I was 14?"
The worker chuckled. "Ihi'm guessing you're nohot?"
"No! I'm literally 17!"
The worker bit back a laugh while his other coworker elbowed him. "Weren't you the one who got asked if he was 12 his first week on the job?"
"Yehep, so Ihi knohow you're pahain duhude."
The youngest's face was pure red. This was turning out to be a pretty embarrassing evening.
Peter 2 gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Enjoy it while you can."
One looked up at him.
"I wish people still mistook me for twenty."
That put a small smile on Peter 1's face.
The worker handed back the tickets. "I'm sorry kid. Look, it was an honest mistake. Don't take it personally."
The other worker behind the counter scooped some popcorn into a bucket. "Take your ticket and discounted meal and enjoy your movie."
Three nudged the youngest. "They've got a point Pete. Go ahead and pick a meal."
One fiddled with his sleeves. "Chicken strips please?"
"You got it. One chicken strip meal, two popcorns, and one drink coming right up."
Three handed over his card this time. "This is my half of the payment."
"Come on dude, let me atleast pay for my meal."
"Oh please," Three teased. "A $3 chicken meal is not about to make me go broke."
"Then let me pay part of the rest---."
"No no no, I don't want to hear it. You lost this argument with Two and now you're losing it with me."
The youngest groaned.
"Sorry about the tickets One, I didn't even notice she rang them up that way," Two apologized.
"It's not your fault. Like he said, honest mistake."
Peter 3 smirked. "You sure she thought you were 14. You look more like you could pass for ten."
One jabbed his elbow into his older counterpart's side.
"Ahalright, knock ihit off." Two grabbed the food as it was handed over.
"Enjoy your movie guys." The worker waved them on. "Have a great night."
"You tohoo." One waved at them both as they passed.
Once out of the line, Peter 2 led the way down the hall to the theater.
It was packed!
"Guess we should have gotten here earlier." Two scanned the rows. "I don't see a spot that has three seats together."
Three motioned to the other two over. "I think I found something."
"That's only two Three," Peter One pointed out.
"How about you two take these seats?" The eldest offered. "I think I saw another seat a few rows up---."
"No!" Both younger Peters exclaimed.
"There's not enough seats altogether though."
"But we want to see this with you!" Peter 3 added.
"Well, any suggestions on how to make this work?"
The younger two thought for a second before a grin lit up Three's face. "One, come here for a second."
One stepped over, and was caught off guard when Three tugged him into his lap. "Ack! Hey!"
"See? We fit here, you fit there."
As Peter 2 sat down in the other seat, the blush from earlier flamed across One's cheeks. "Y-you can't hold me all night! I-I'm not a child!"
"According to your ticket you are."
One shoved his older counterpart. "Shut up."
"Don't worry, it won't be all night." Peter 3 readjusted so he was standing and One was in the seat. "We can switch."
"Wait! What are you---?"
Before the youngest could finish his statement, Peter 3 plopped himself in One's lap. He wrapped his arms around the youngest and snuggled as close as he could.
One had to laugh at the sight of the tallest Peter trying to fit into his lap. "Yohou dohon't fit!"
"Noho." Three poked One's stomach. "But Ihi'm comfyhy."
Two gently pushed Three's hand away, distracting Three long enough not to notice One's flinch. "Come on you twoho. Time toho settle down."
"Hey, I'm not doing anything! It's him!"
Peter 3 sat up and stretched his back. "You're too little anyway Uno."
Peter 1 poked his older counterpart. "I told you!"
"Hey, both of you." Peter 2 poked them both. "Knock it off before we get kicked out."
"Okahay, okay."
The younger two settled down and adjusted into place. Three took up most of the seat with One curled up on the side closest to Two. A few moments later, the opening commercials began to play.
Then the opening credits began to roll.
It was epic to hear the theme reverberate across the theater and see all of the characters become larger than life on the silver screen. Even though One had seen this movie more times than he could count, he still loved every moment. He wasn't to keen on the position next Peter 3 to begin with, but as the movie went on, he readjusted himself so he could cuddle closer.
At first, he thought Three hadn't noticed. But then a hair ruffle and a chuckle showed him otherwise. "I thought you weherent aha child."
"I can still enjoy cuddles and not be a child," One hissed back.
"That is literally the most adorable thing ever."
"I'm not adorable."
"Says who? Cause I say otherwise."
One blushed brightly. He started to scoot away but then an arm pulled him back. "Hey."
"Hey to you." Peter 3 wrapped the youngest in a firm hug. "That wasn't an invitation to leave. I want you to stay if you'd like."
"R-really?"
"Of course." Three rubbed circles into the youngest's back. "I haven't had a good cuddle in a while."
"Me to-ah!"
Peter 3's hand froze. The younger two quieted to make sure no one had been disturbed. When no one looked their way, the older Peter wiggled a singular finger into One's shoulder blade.
The youngest Peter let a quiet squeak and tried to squirm away. "Threhee!"
He wasn't getting away this time.
"No way."
"Whahat?"
The hand on One's back began to spider around. "You're ticklish."
Peter 1 turned his face into Three's chest. "Threhee, plehease."
"Please what?" Peter 3's hand spidered across One's side. "Please tickle you more?"
"Eep! Hehey!"
The moment was interrupted by a whisper from Peter 2. "What are you two doing?"
"Nothihing!"
"Two, he's ticklish!"
One tried to cover Peter 3's mouth. "Sh-shut uhup!"
"Awww." The oldest Peter pulled One's hand away. "Really?"
"Yehes! Atleast his back and sihides ahare."
"No way." Peter 2 spidered across One's side.
"Eep! You guhys are soho mehean."
"This is literally the most adorable thing ever." Three wiggled his finger across One's jaw line. "Ah gootchie goo."
The blush on the youngest's face darkened even more. "Ihits nohot adorablehel!"
Two's hand spidered up One's side. "Tickle tickle."
Immediately, Peter 1 grabbed his hand before he could reach his ribs. "Ihim goihing to ruhuin thehe movihie."
"Not for uhus."
The youngest pulled his face away from Peter 3. "Ihit's ehembarrahassihing."
Peter 2 used his other hand to poke One's back. "Hehey, you haven't told uhus to stop."
The youngest Peter's eyes widened. He hadn't even realized he hadn't told them to stop yet, and he had forgotten how much he loved tickles. They always made him feel happy and loved. It reminded him of being young again, when times were simple.
Suddenly, a jostle brought One back to the present. "Hey, do you want us to stop?"
Peter 1 turtled into his shoulders. "F-for nohow. I-I want to fihinish thehe movie."
Both older Peters pulled away. "Of course."
"But there's no guarantee we won't exploit this later."
The whack Two gave the back of Three's head made the lady in front of them shush the group.
Once she turned back around, all three Peters stifled their remaining giggles before turning back to the movie.
As they watched the rest of the movie, a warm content feeling washed over Peter 1. Two had been right, he really just needed a night with good friends to put him in a better mood. He hadn't been too keen on being mistaken for a kid, but it had turned out to be the best thing ever.
However, a full belly and a good hug mixed with the remnants of a busy week made Peter 1's eyes heavy with sleep. He struggled to hold his eyes open for as long as possible, but eventually the sleepy feeling pulled him into a deep sleep just the doors opened for Luke, Han, and Chewie to get their medals.
Meanwhile, Peter 2 and 3 zeroed in on the scene, ready for the big finale. As soon as the scene ended and the credits began to roll, the entire theater erupted into applause.
"That was perfect!" Three exclaimed.
"I know! I loved every moment!" Two turned to the youngest. "What did you thi---?"
Three's brows furrowed together. "What's wrong?"
The eldest Peter smiled. "Looks like we stayed out past someone's bedtime."
Peter 3 was so confused until he looked down. Then he absolutely melted at the sight. "Look at how little he looks!"
"Should we wake him up?"
"Are you kidding?" Three pulled the youngest out of Peter 2's reach while giving him the biggest pouty face he could. "He's to precious to wake up!"
Peter 2 felt his own heart melt a little. "I have a feeling this ihis going to become aha regular thihing with you."
"I never got to have brothers before." The tallest Peter brushed a few loose curls out of One's face. "Can you blame me for wanting to cuddle him?"
"No . . . But now I really want to cuddle him too."
"Hey!" Three tightened his hug. "I got him first!"
"You've had him all night though."
"Please?" Three gave him his best puppy dog eyes. "You still have to drive home."
"How about a trade off?" Two stood. "I carry him to the car, you can cuddle with him on the drive home."
"Mmfine!" Peter 3 handed the youngest to Two.
"Thahank yohou." As Peter 2 settled One in his arms, a soft smile came across his face. "I like how this is turning out to be."
"Like how?"
"Getting to do things like this." Two shuffled hi load so he could ruffle Three's hair. "Getting toho tahake care of you two."
The tallest pulled away from the affection. "Not the hair!"
Peter 2 grinned. "Come ohon, lehet's go home."
As they walked toward the exit, Peter 3 tapped the eldest's shoulder. "Hey Two?"
"Yeah Pete?"
"Since One is already asleep and it is pretty late . . . could we have a slumber party?"
"A slumber party huh?"
"Could we? Please? We'll be quiet all night and we'll be gone first thing in the morning."
The eldest Peter bit back a laugh. "That sounds like aha greheat idea."
Three's face lit up. "Really!"
"Yehes. Lehet's do it."
"Yes!" Peter Three raced toward the doors. "Let's go!"
Two playfully rolled his his eyes. He readjusted his hold on One before following Peter 3 out of the building. "Hope you had a great day Uno. This was perfect."
When One woke up, he had to agree.
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Ion & Emily
Cannonball's Story - part 3
Part 1, Part 2
Sarah's room was exactly how Emily expected it to be. Every square inch of the walls was covered. There were vintage sci-fi movie posters, at least two period tables, dozens of photos and countless scraps of notes and drawings on scraps of paper. One wall was completely dominated by a blackboard covered in cramped equations and diagrams that Emily couldn't even begin to parse.
Every conceivable surface was covered with clutter, not just evil scientist gadgetry, but the typical detritus of a teenage girl's living space. On the top of the dresser alone was a plush octopus, a Tesla coil, a scattering of makeup containers, a jar of some mysterious glowing green substance and a jewelry box complete with chipped paint and a broken ballerina figurine.
"Aw fuck," Sarah spat.
Emily looked over her shoulder to see the other girl flop grumpily into a swivel chair at her desk. She slapped the side of her computer a few times before throwing her head back with a groan.
"I don't suppose you have secret tech powers?" she asked listlessly. "I tried setting this damn thing up to run some transdimensional vortex modeling and it keeps crashing."
"No," Emily replied. "Sorry"
Sarah blew out a breath.
"God, if I had a tech powered sidekick, I'd be unstoppable."
She blinked in surprise at her own words and leaned her head back to stare at Emily with a cautious, guarded expression.
Emily just shrugged, surprised by how much she just didn't care. Whatever Sarah did with her powers wasn't Emily's problem any more.
Sarah made her own shrug and sat up.
"You can watch TV if you want," she's said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I've got physics homework to work on. Gotta maintain that B+ average."
"I thought you were some kind of evil genius," Emily said dubiously.
"Oh, I am," replied Sarah. "But I've got a secret identity to maintain. Gotta keep up that, 'oh, Sarah, you could do so much if you just applied yourself,' you know? Like I totally didn't build my first particle accelerator when I was ten."
"You… what?"
Sarah turned in her chair and pulled her knees to her chest.
"Growing up the way I did, I had some… interesting babysitters," she explained. "Like, I was maybe seven and the normie sitter cancelled at the last minute, but dad's got this really important heist scheduled. So he drops me off with Selene, you know the Antimatter Mistress? and she's like 'what the hell am I supposed to do with a kid? I'm trying to run an evil lair, here!' He's all like, 'I'm sorry, here's some baked manicotti' and of course she can't turn that down, because dad is semi famous in villain circles for his cooking. Anyway, he comes back three hours later and the two of us have a death ray disassembled on the floor and she's teaching me particle physics."
She paused and dug around through the clutter on her desk and pulled out a framed picture of a young Sarah grinning next to a severe looking woman in a risque steampunk outfit.
"Dad wasn't super thrilled when I modeled my new costume after her," she said. "Not sure what he was expecting after he let her mentor me."
Emily felt her face heat. Lady Lacuna's grand debut had been a spectacle to say the least and her costume certainly had been… memorable: that red and black latex and lace, more a suggestion of a lab coat than the actual thing; the thigh high stiletto boots and the fishnets underneath; the opera length lab gloves; the corset; the goggles.
The whole ensemble haunted Emily's nights for weeks after the grand reveal.
She found herself wondering what it was like to design your own costume with absolute creative freedom. She had some creative input, but her costume had been designed by a committee for optimum marketability.
Emily turned back to her circuit of the room. There was something so personal about it, like someone took the essence of Sarah and Princess Portal and Lady Lacuna and just exploded it all over a room.
She paused at one shelf and examined a slightly torn box.
"Is this a home tattoo kit?"
"Huh?" Sarah looked up and squinted over her glasses. "Oh yeah, just a stick and poke thing. Got it for my birthday."
She held up her wrist, E=mc² in flowing script.
"Your dad was okay with that?" Emily sputtered.
"Well… not exactly… I mean, he wasn't in love with the idea, but a little teenage rebellion is good right?"
Emily looked back at the box. Even if the League didn't have strict rules about piercings and tattoos, her parents would have gone ballistic. Not that any of that mattered. Emily's skin was indestructible.
Except…
"Hey, your portals," she asked as she examined the box. "How small can you make them?"
Sarah looked up from her homework once more. She creased her forehead in confusion.
"What?"
"Like… could you do them like really tiny? Like needle sized?"
Sarah's eyes darted to the box and back to Emily's face.
"Oh no," she said. "No, no, no. Fuck no."
"Come on!" Emily begged.
The idea had taken root and she needed to see how far it could take her.
But Sarah was shaking her head.
"No, I can't. I mean, I'm good, but I don't know if
I'm that good. Like, you could get hurt, like really-really hurt. My whole B-list status is kinda dependent on me not actually hurting people. What do you think is going to happen if I explode your arm or something? And like if it's your arm specifically? They disappear people for that kind of shit."
She was probably right, but Emily wasn't letting this go. After everything else that had happened that day, she needed this. She needed the rebellion. She needed something to indelibly mark this moment in her life on her skin.
"Sarah please, put the ink in my skin! I need this. You're literally the only one I can think of who might even be able to."
She gestured to her clothes, the ratty jeans and the non-descript black t-shirt.
"Look at me," she continued. "I look like a baby dyke in her first outfit."
Sarah raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, a tattoo's not going to help with that," she said snarkily.
"Oh, fuck you," Emily shot back.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
Emily's momentum stuttered to a halt and she recoiled slightly.
At that, a wicked grin spread across Sarah's face. She took off her glasses and rose to her feet and squared her shoulders. The nerdy highschooler was gone and Emily found herself facing down the supervillain. Sarah took a step forward and Emily found herself taking a step back, her body bumping into the bookshelf.
"What do you say?" Sarah purred. "Should we LARP the 100k Cannonball/Lady Lacuna slowburn enemies to lovers that got posted last week?"
The… what?
Emily's heart was pounding. Why was it pounding?
Sarah took another step closer, her eyes blazing.
Sarah stopped and snorted a laugh.
"Fuck, I had you going, didn't I?" she giggled.
Emily's breath caught. Her brain was still reeling. Her heart was still pounding.
"You know which one I'm talking about, right?" Sarah asked.
"The… the one with the aliens?" Emily ventured.
Sarah threw her head back and made an exaggerated sighed.
"The one with the aliens… oh my god, it was so bad."
*
Emily pauses. I try to school my expression back to attentive neutrality, but it's already too late.
"Holy shit, Jen. Don't tell me that was you."
I shrug helplessly.
"I… might have dabbled in fanfiction."
She grimaces and tries to force it into an unconvincingly apologetic smile.
"Okay," I admit. "Yeah, It was bad. I was fifteen. Whatever, that's not important right now. So that's it? She figured out how to do the tattoos?"
Emily goes quiet for a moment. She takes a sip of her coffee and leans back on the couch contemplatively.
"I think… this story isn't really about the tattoos… Well, It is, the tattoos are definitely a thing that happened, but there's a bit more to it than that."
*
Sarah was still chuckling to herself.
"God, can you even imagine? You and me-"
Whatever she was about to say was lost as Emily closed the gap and took Sarah's face in her hands. She pressed their lips together with hungry, desperate need. Sarah froze and grunted in shock, but her eyes closed a moment later and she melted into the kiss with the same desperation. One of Sarah's hands landed on Emily's hip, the other on her back, just below the shoulder. Fingers splayed and Sarah gripped tight.
Holy shit, Emily thought to herself. Janice had never kissed her like this. With Janice, there had always been a distance between them, that unbridgeable gulf between the super and the normie. Sarah was an equal. She knew about Emily's powers and she didn't care.
Sarah's hands wandered to Emily's shoulders and gently pushed her away.
"Okay…" she said breathlessly. "That was… unexpected."
"I'm sorry," Emily said, her stomach twisting with guilt. "I shouldn't have-"
"No," Sarah said, cutting her off. "Not gonna lie, I've definitely had this fantasy before. You just caught me off guard."
Sarah chewed her lip.
"Look," she said. "You're surprisingly cool. I'm down to see where this goes if you are, but like… are you really sure it's a good idea? I mean, I'm a supervillain, you're a… well, I guess, as of three hours ago, you're a former superhero."
"I… I don't know," Emily admitted. "I'm not really sure of anything at this point."
"Fair enough," she replied and leaned in to kiss Emily a second time.
***
Once again, extra special thanks to @the-sword-lesbian for finding threads in my own stories for me to tug on. More than a few of the dialogue is taken directly from our chats.
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So like, @pchberrytea tagged me forever ago now, but I actually got some writing done today SO I THOUGHT I'D SHARE. IT'S TID BIT TUESDAY/WIP WEDNESDAY.
Does anyone want me to tag them? Please give me people tag. I hath no one! Let me give you an excuse to spotlight your writing. I'll so happily read everything and give it love. Let me love you, random stranger.
Anyway, here's Deacon being my excuse to ramble on for two pages about Leo's clinic. Characterization through how someone effects their setting. My buddy nicknamed me tolkien on discord for this.
Most people thought that you had to meet a person to get to know them, but Deacon had learned long ago that there was a lot you could tell about someone from the place they lived.
On the corner of Nowhere Avenue & Shank Alley, tucked away from the hubbub of Goodneighbor’s street market, was a small two-story clinic that stood out from the rest of the anarchist settlement. Sure, it was built with the same New England brickwork as the rest of the neighborhood sporting the same centuries-old weathering, a small neon sign hanging daintily in the window that said Open in big red letters, and a radio tuned lovingly to one of the two preferred stations of Goodneighbor residents that could be heard nostalgically muffled through the walls, but that was where the similarities ended.
You could tell at first glance that someone had put in the elbow grease to restore large parts of the building both inside and out. Where there used to be crumbling brick were children’s murals painted over the patchwork cement, and every window had been blessed with a proper pane of glass. The storefront itself was painted, trim and all, in a rich blue that had only just begun to chip in the places that people touched and leaned in against it. Painted on a wooden sign that fitted into the front door was a message that made its owner’s intent very clear: “All are welcome, free of charge.”
A peak in the window revealed a waiting room with walls painted a cheery yellow. Hanging on them were posters from movies, tourist destinations, and even the rare cute animal by the corner with children’s toys and a rug. Lining the walls were the best-scavenged chairs one could buy and a desk with a pen and paper to put your name on a waiting list.
From experience, he’d come to know the backroom where the good doctor met with each patient and served as a surgery room if necessary. It was tiled with mismatching sets made to create a new pattern out of the scraps and properly grouted to boot. It was also clean. The stainless steel was scratched but shiny and the room always smelled like antiseptic and abraxo. The whole place would smell like it if it wasn’t for the fact that the doctor had flowers and candles (when he could find them) out in the waiting room. Most of Goodneighbor didn’t have the noses to smell it, but it certainly added to the ambiance.
From his peaking around when the doctor was out Deacon had learned that the upstairs was where the doctor lived. The bedroom, kitchen, dining, and workshop were all stuffed together in the same cozy room with only the bathroom being closed behind a door.
There was always a bag packed with non-perishable foods, a set of clean clothes, a tarp, rope, and a handful of other survival essentials. In a framed picture by the bedside was a family of three; a father, an older sister, and a younger brother with a melted candle beside it.
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T&B2 Thoughts: Episode 6 – Youth should be regarded with respect.
Episode 6 ramblings under the cut!
- I got excited that they were on a date for three seconds and it turns out they're making a damn commercial. Dateblock #3! Why are you doing this to them?!? And also to us?!?!
- Also how bad is this soup that even Kotetsu is noping out. This man will eat literally anything.
- Finally, we get to see more from Dragon Kid and Magical Cat, who haven’t been around much as the focus has been on the other hero partners. I just love Kid trying so damn hard to be a good mentor; it warms my heart. She was the youngest in the previous series and so it's really cool to see her as a senpai now.
- Good lord Cat's mom is a piece of work. In the Discord server I'm in, we've talked a lot about how she's like one of those dance moms who's trying to live vicariously through her kid, and boy, do you see it here with how she ascribes the worst possible motivation to everything Dragon Kid's doing. You have to wonder if Cat's even a hero because she wants to be, or because her mom forced her into it.
Also like, look at the size of this picture! It’s the size of a movie poster!
Me @ Lara’s mom: honey you very badly need therapy; it cannot be healthy for you OR your child to have a giant poster that you ripped in half in your living room.
- I also wonder if the fact that Lara's mom's former tennis partner is the Stern Bild news anchor is something that's relevant or if it's just a background detail.
- I swear to God if Mattia turns out to be evil I'm gonna pitch a fucking fit. I’ve said it before and I’m gonna beat this drum until we get a resolution one way or the other: Barnaby needs a friend who isn't Kotetsu, and it’s good that it’s someone who knew him before his parents died, who can see him as “Barnaby from across the street” instead of the famous Barnaby Brooks Jr. (even if Mattia does have his starstruck moments). We know that Barnaby is struggling to move forward, having been manipulated and controlled for most of his life, and I feel like having one normal (or normal-ish) thing from his past is a step in the right direction. I will cry if this show takes that away from me.
- Literally the second Cat said this, I gasped “oh no.” Especially coupled with the flash to Kid’s face immediately after, where she’s clearly thinking this isn’t the case. Something is going on with Cat, even if she’s unaware.
- And we find out what it is in the very next scene: Cat's powers don’t work when she’s scared. She’s fourteen years old; she’s probably never had a gun pointed at her in her life until now, and it’s not like that cute magical girl costume is going to do much to protect her from a bullet. And at this point she’s only been a hero for what, a month? Like my gosh, she is a literal child. It’s really not too different from Karina’s reaction to having a gun pointed at her in the first series, and at that point, she’d been a hero for at least one season of Hero TV. Cat doesn’t even have that much experience at this point. It’s no wonder she’s terrified.
- I love, I love that Kotetsu activates his powers to save Cat without a second thought, leaving Barnaby to handle the criminal. Of course his priority is keeping people safe, and specifically keeping one of the younger heroes safe. He’s always acted like a dad to them, even in the first season, and I’m glad that’s continued here because my gosh, he’s probably the one with the most experience in the First League (in addition to, you know, being a literal father).
- It’s also really nice to see him doing the saving this season, instead of being the one getting saved. I do miss the princess carries (fingers crossed for getting one in the next half of this season), but there’s something to be said for what it means that Kotetsu’s in a place that he doesn’t need to be rescued. He and Barnaby have reached a point that they're steady enough they don’t need to be saving each other; they can step up and be support for their friends now.
- The first time I watched this I was all “aww” over the other heroes coming to check up on Cat in the hospital, but when I was rewatching it to screencap, I noticed that it’s specifically the girls (plus Barnaby and Kotetsu) who come by. Which is really sweet. The three of them have always hung out together and I like the subtle acknowledgement here that they’ve included Cat in that now, too.
- This shot makes me cackle so hard; the heroes are sitting there discussing giving Lara, Lara’s mom, and Kid their privacy and then suddenly Lara’s mom is yelling loud enough that they can hear her in the hallway with the door closed. So uh. Guess privacy isn’t so much of a concern, huh?
- The entire final confrontation with the arsonist is a lot more...private, I guess, than most of these climaxes have been so far. Usually it’s all out in front of the cameras, and even Origami and Bison were in a crowded bank, but here? It’s just Cat by herself, and then with Dragon Kid, dodging the arsonist’s attacks in a maze of dark alleys. It’s really tense to have the two youngest heroes alone for a good chunk of this, especially with Dragon Kid injured and Cat unable to use her powers.
- I have some feelings about the fact that Dragon Kid has known for awhile that Cat’s powers don’t work when she’s nervous or scared, and so has been trying to be supportive and protective and get her used to being out in real situations as a hero. She’s young, too, and she’s not used to looking after someone else, so she went overboard and that didn’t help Cat’s confidence, either. But my gosh, it’s understandable why Dragon Kid went about things the way she did, even if it backfired.
- Kotetsu is astoundingly quick on the uptake here, realizing that Cat can't use her power right now and goes "okay new plan" immediately. I don't think Barnaby reaches the same conclusion (he doesn't see her facial reaction to Kotetsu's question), which is why he's confused by Kotetsu's sudden shift. And I love that it’s Kotetsu's faith in Barnaby ("I believe in you") that inspires Dragon Kid to put more of her faith in Cat.
Also, I think this is the only time he calls Barnaby by his name in this season, to get his attention when they’re changing up the plan.
- I'm so glad we know from season 1 that Barnaby's and Kotetsu's suits can withstand a hell of a lot of fire because otherwise them running up to put themselves between the girls and the arsonist would've been a lot more terrifying.
- Uuuuugh this scene was so good. Dragon Kid stepping back from trying to protect Cat and just supporting her instead, letting her know wholeheartedly “I believe you can do this.” And she does and it’s amazing.
- Cat's mother remains a piece of work, holy shit. And I think Cat’s reaching the point that she’s realizing her mother really isn’t right about this, even if she can’t fully say so out loud.
- NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
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Monday, 13 February 2023:
Reality Bill Callahan (Drag City) (released 14 October 2022)
I mistakenly preordered the vinyl of Bill Callahan’s newest album back in late September, maybe early October, not realizing the vinyl would not be coming out until 2023. I was hearing and reading tremendous things about this album and I didn’t want to postpone hearing it until the new year. (I was doubly excited for a good Bill Callahan album because I considered his previous solo album Gold Record, to be among his absolute worst under his name or Smog, his old moniker and I didn’t even bother with Blind Date Party thanks to Bonnie Prince Billy getting co-bill and there being a rash of guest vocalists, something that turns me off. So, when I was in Chicago in October seeing The Chills, I made a stop at Reckless and bought a copy of Reality on CD (yes, I call it Reality; even my iPod tried loading it in all caps with the backwards spelling but I nixed that immediately).
Everything you hear about how great this album is true, it’s worthy of MOJO’s Instant Classic status (the magazine doled out a five star review). However, I didn’t give it a lot of plays last year. I played it only four times! I knew that I would be getting the album and I thought it might be a lot easier of a listen on a double album/ stereo than a 70 minute CD. Now, I’m glad I waited to play it excessively because I have the rest of the month to overdose on it as I have a ticket to see Callahan in Champaign on 7 March which I am quite looking forward to. My brother has seen Callahan numerous times but this will be my first foray into his live performances (outside of the live albums I have of his: Rough Travel For A Rare Thing; Live At Third Man Records and Apocalypse: A Bill Callahan Tour Film). He’s performing at a rather tiny bar, so it should be a treat.
Above are the album cover, the gatefold and the back of the album. I’m nowhere near as enamored with the cover painting as Callahan is, but then I think Callahan has some rather unlikable album covers. And wow, does he particularly seem to love oil painting covers.
Below you will see an inner sleeve followed by the record label for that corresponding inner sleeve, just to change things up from normal.
When Drag City ships out their albums, they have it sealed quite nicely. Nothing is going to damage that thick box with its thick DRAG CITY tape. I usually never use a knife for most record mailers companies use, but for Drag City I had to. That’s a shame because I had no idea that they were including a nice promo poster that I saw at Reckless last October and that I actually like far more than the album cover used. When I used the knife I slit the promo poster! Below you will see the poster. If you look carefully you can see the slit right below “Callahan,” next to the bottom of the dead pirate’s chin.
I currently have four tour posters (and one set of Robyn Hitchcock hand written lyrics) in frames sitting on my floor at the moment (I’ve already hung three additional pictures all associated with cinema) and I could almost consider framing this promo poster but honestly I believe I’m running out of room and I have one more poster I plan on getting custom framed. By that point, my upstairs might be full of tour posters, movie posters, lobby cards and other assorted sundry music/ movie items. Maybe I’ll just fold this up nicely and keep it with the album, sliced or not.
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"Cue band meeting!": 2009 interview with Rhys Darby by Vicki Anderson
from the November 7, 2009 issue of The Press
VICKI ANDERSON discovers Rhys Darby's Christchurch roots and why he knows morse code, while alter- ego Murray Hewitt explains why the Flight of the Conchords turned down an invitation by Coldplay.
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Rhys Montague Darby was once a struggling stand-up comic who plied his wares on Christchurch's Lichfield St.
Like a prodigal son in boat shoes, the star of Flight of the Conchords and movies Yes Man and The Boat That Rocked brings his new stand-up routine, It's Rhys Darby Night, which sold out at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival before it even opened, back to where it all began.
"Yup, I'm going back to my funny roots."
I caught up with Darby during his lunch break from shooting new show Radiradira with the "bros from Bro'Town".
He may be flying around the world with success garnered as Murray Hewitt, backwards manager of the Flight of the Conchords, but when he performs at the Christchurch Town Hall tomorrow night, Darby's fulfilling a dream.
Darby started his comedy career in Christchurch as Rhysently Granted, a comedy duo with Grant Lobban. The duo performed in the 90s at Canterbury University and venues such as the Green Room and Boodles Bar after winning the Southern Blues Bar open mic contest in 1996.
Back then he dreamed of one day playing a sold-out show at the Christchurch Town Hall and tomorrow night it's all on.
"I went to university in Christchurch and first started doing stand-up there and I met my wife there so Christchurch is pretty special to me."
His wife, and now manager, Rosie, used to run the Green Room.
"Four Fingers Missing were the stand-up comedy pioneers of our day. Lichfield St, the Green Room, those are fond memories. We did comedy every Saturday night. One of our slogans was young, hip and hilarious - so two out of three ain't bad.
"Rosie co-owned the Green Room. We lived in the apartment above it. She used to go downstairs and start pouring coffees and I would put a poster of myself on the wall and start telling jokes. After work we'd head upstairs. It was a neat thing we had going there."
Joining him tomorrow night is Chris Brain, an original member of Darby's other Christchurch comedy group, Four Fingers Missing. Brain is the 2009 Billy T Award winner and will soon be in our living rooms on TV show 7 Days.
Darby has had a curious path to comedy - via the New Zealand Army and journalism.
"I was a signals operator at Burnham Army Camp when I was 17. We learnt to do morse code and to touch type which was handy. We'd sit in the back of Land Rovers typing up messages as they'd come through - 'where's the enemy?', 'I need supplies' - it was like being in a war film. I was 17 and had no idea what I was doing but was just loving it, I had all the equipment on.
"I thought I was going to be a soldier for life but then I started getting interested in girls and the army went out the window. I went to Canterbury University because there were more girls there.
"I was going to go into journalism, actually. I read too many TinTin books when I was a kid. I always wanted to be the reporter that travelled the world solving mysteries. Eventually I found my feet in entertainment and so I dropped any journalistic aspirations and started prancing around in tights."
This prancing eventually led him to the "big smoke" of Auckland, then to London. He and Brain had their first experience at the Edinburgh Fringe together as part of NZ's Brat Pack (with Jeremy Elwood and Terry Frisby) back in 2001.
"At the start, the plan was to go all the way. I mapped it out in my head. I was just in the prime of my life - my 20s - and so full of gusto and so sprightly and wanting to make it and there was nothing in my head that said I couldn't. I put no boundaries down, the world's there for the taking.
Darby's most familiar alter-ego, Murray Hewitt, is a worldwide sensation.
"People are quite passionate about that character and think I am really like that. I was in New York doing a stand-up gig and all the Conchords fans came along and after the show I was meeting fans and signing autographs and there was a guy at the back pushing his way through yelling 'I'm the real Rhys Darby'. He was a heavyset, balding, chap in his mid 40s. The bouncers jumped on him.
"I started to think 'shit, is he the real me?' He confused me. Turns out he was a drunk Kiwi guy who worked in a similar field to my Murray Hewitt character. He went into my dressing room to meet me. That happens a lot."
Earlier this week Jemaine Clement, who is starring in the movie Gentlemen Broncos, raised doubts as to whether the HBO comedy series would continue on to a third season.
Slipping into character, the part-time manager remained tight-lipped on the Conchords' future plans. "I'm just the manager. Why would they tell me anything?"
Notable fans of the show include David Bowie and Coldplay. "Bowie's a big fan and Coldplay asked Flight of the Conchords if they wanted to tour with them but Brett turned them down. He said 'no, we're too busy, mate'. It's had widespread appeal, I think, because it's creative, uplifting and it's non-threatening."
Keen to keep riding the wave his "sexy accent" is carving out for him, Darby also has a lead role in a movie directed by Sophia Loren's son Eduardo Ponti. "We shot it in Los Angeles, it's a romantic comedy called Coming and Going - my first lead role. I'm a New Zealand man living in LA right next to his aunty. They've covered it in the storyline that my mother was a bit of a slag and went to New Zealand in the 70s.
"Americans love a different kind of voice pattern coming through in movies and I'm lucky they're enjoying mine. They find the Kiwi accent a mixture of hilarious and sexy. Eduardo is the director and writer and this is his second feature film. He watched Yes Man and wanted me to be the man in this new film of his."
Darby snapped a photo of his three-year- old son, Finn, kissing Ponti's daughter, Lucia. "When he gets older I can tell him he kissed Sophia Loren's granddaughter."
The Darbys are expecting another baby next month. "Yes, another boy, turning up around mid December."
He has also penned a pilot for a show in London called The Amazing Dermot.
"I've got a few ideas, a few sitcoms. The Amazing Dermot is about a magician who ends up in rehab. If that one comes together, I'll head back to the UK to film a season of that."
"I've got some more Degrees ads that I'm going to be making, which everyone will be excited about," Darby laughs.
"I did it because I have a lot of creative control and also it's a good thing to put a bit of competition into those two evil giants, especially when it's Kiwi made."
With David Farrier, he presents a show on George FM, the Cryptid Factor, every Saturday from 8am to 10am.
"It's been a real hobby of mine for years, cryptozoology. I've always been fascinated by monsters, cryptids. The day that we believe we've seen it all is a boring day indeed."
Will the Christchurch audience laugh as much tomorrow night as they used to at the Green Room when he sang the Lifeguard song?
"It's my favourite stuff, stand-up with acting combined. This show is about me telling a few Hollywood stories. It's about a guy groomed into becoming a Hollywood leading man and me trying to cope with that very badly. I also have a couple of extra characters.
"It sounds a bit wanky but I have the ability to swap between a lot of characters quickly and easily. Thank God I can do that. I would have been a shit journalist."
#rhys darby#2000s#2009#article#interview#nz#hmm if i post this right now it'll be saturday in nz which is the day he's performing in christchurch right
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I got an idea for my Christmas request: Steve Rogers sees girlfriend!reader watch many Christmas romance movies and got flushed and always gets excited everytime a romantic scene (like kissing under a mistletoe, strolling around the NY streets together during snow, etc.) and Steve tries to recreate all those scenes together since he loves the reader very very much and he would like to show it 💗💗💗
Thank you love! I absolutely adore this request - I had an idea for this as soon as I read it so I really hope you like what I’ve done 🥰
For my 500 follower + Holiday celebration
Steve Rogers + Christmas romance movies
Warnings: implied sex
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Marriage Actually
You always looked forward to the end of the year and the festive season. The joyful music, the dazzling fairy lights, cheerful children awaiting Santa’s arrival and the selfless generosity you saw from complete strangers around the holidays.
But what made it your absolute favourite time of the year was three years ago when Steve finally confessed his feelings to you (feelings which you absolutely reciprocated) on Christmas Eve. You would celebrate your anniversary surrounded by the hearty scent of the tree in your living room, a warm fire and the smell of freshly baked food in preparation for the feast the following day.
But in reality, Steve celebrated the whole festive season with you. The month of December became your anniversary month, which started with decorating your tree, kisses under mistletoe, wrapping presents, stringing up lights and finished with a kiss at midnight come the new year.
One of your favourite December activities was snuggling under a blanket with him and watching trashy romantic Christmas movies. You understood that the movies themselves weren’t cinematic masterpieces, but they always managed to elicit a warm feeling spreading through your chest at all the big romantic gestures.
This year on Christmas Eve you spent the entire morning in bed together, and the afternoon preparing for the lunch you were hosting the next day. You lost track of time, mixing together the ingredients for your pecan pie, making the crust from scratch. Out of the blue, there was a ring of the doorbell.
“Steve, there’s someone at the door!” You yelled as you continued to construct the pie. After a couple seconds of no response, and another ring of the bell you yelled out again. “Steve?”
Fine I’ll get it myself, you grumbled under your breath as your calls were met with silence. Wiping your messy hands on a rag, you quickly walked to the front door, before your visitor chose to ring the bell again.
You opened the front door slightly more aggressively than you had intended, only to find Steve on the other side.
“What are you-” You started to question, but then you read the large, poster size card he was holding, ‘say it’s carol singers’, just like the scene from Love Actually, one of your most beloved Christmas rom coms.
“There’s no one else inside.” You laughed as he whispered just go with it as he turned on soft Christmas music. The faint music faded into the background as he let the card at the front drop, revealing the one behind it.
‘I’ve loved you from the moment I met you’
‘I love your kind heart, your mesmerising laugh’
‘I love everything about you’
‘I promise to love you, even on days you don’t love yourself’
‘I never want to be apart from you again’
‘You are my home’
‘You are nothing short of my everything’
‘To me, you are perfect’
‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’
‘Will you marry me?’
Blinking away the tears which gradually formed as Steve kept turning over the cards, you saw him pull a box out of his pocket and get down on one knee.
“I can say all that out loud if you want to hear it.” He said, opening the small box to reveal a gold band with a diamond in the centre.
“No, it was perfect.” You smiled, wiping away the tears which were now spilling down your cheeks. “Now get up here and kiss me.” You demanded, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on every inch of your skin.
“I’ll take that as a yes then?” He asked, standing up to tower over you, teasing you by leaning in but waiting for your response.
“It’s absolutely a yes.” You quickly confirmed before throwing your arms around his neck and crashing your lips onto his.
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Je T'aime | Yandere! Joy
Summary: When your childhood bully won't let go of you.
Warning: manipulation, abuse of power, controlling relationship, jealousy, mention of killing
wc: 1.5K
This is was inspired by my favorite song Je T'aime by Hey. When I found out that Joy did a cover of that song, I got the creativity to create this. I wanted to get all of this out of my head, so it may feel a bit rushed in some areas.
You were in the library when you felt someone put their hands over your eyes. “Guess Who?”
“Hmmm.” You joked as you tapped your finger on your chin. “Is it…Namjoon?”
Your eyes were uncovered the second you said that. You laughed at Joy’s angry expression. “I told you not to mention him.”
“Sorry, sorry. What brings you here.”
“What do you mean what brings me here? It’s our night out.” Joy gasps.
“I’m sorry Joy, I don’t think I can do it tonight. Namjoon was supposed to be tutoring me, but I’ve been waiting for like thirty minutes.”
“I’m one of the smartest kids in the school. I’m in the Top 10 you know. Why didn’t you ask me?” Joy pouted.
You laughed at her outburst. “First of all, your parents would sue the school if you weren’t in Top 10, so that doesn’t really mean much.”
Joy's father was the CEO of a famous luxury brand, while her mom is a retired actress who was popular in the late 80's and 90's. Her parents had more money than you and your family could ever dream of. Growing up bouncing around from different relative’s basements made a lot of the kids at school growing up, make fun of you.
Especially Joy.
In 4th grade, is when she would begin to make your life a living hell. She would steal your lunch money and give you foods that she knew you were allergic to. She would constantly call you fat and make rude comments about you to her friends.
It got worse in 10th grade, when she made an announcement over the PA system that whoever talked, touched, or even looked at you would get beat up. She bought you and her matching rings at cost more than $1000, and would make you wear it all the time. She bought you clothes, gave you money, and even managed to convince her parents to buy your family an apartment with three bedrooms and a balcony.
She basically owned you. You weren’t allowed to go out on the weekends because of her security guards guarding your apartment door. When you did try to leave the apartment, which you never succeeded, you would be taken by the guards to the Park Mansion and have to sit on Joy’s lap as you two watched a movie, as punishment.
You hated the power she had, you always did, she even forced you to go to the same college that she was going to, by threatening to hurt your Aunt Irene.
You reluctantly agreed to her ‘idea’, not wanting to hurt your family members that helped your family so much.
So now you followed Joy around the campus like a little puppy, while everyone else thought that you guys were just close friends who liked being near each other.
“And second of all.” you continued. “We are supposed to be working on a project together.”
Joy furrowed her eyebrows while thinking. A project? With a boy?! She thought she had already told all of your professors to not give you any partners at all. Especially a boy.
“I know what your thinking.” Y/N claimed, seeing the looked on Joy’s face. “But we went to London for a whole month, and this was a month-long project. I can’t do it alone.”
“Fine, then I’ll help you.” Joy suggested.
“But Namjoon has to get this grade too.”
“Why do you worry about other people so much, come on let’s just start this.”
You and Joy spent all night, researching, printing, and decorating your poster board. By the time you guys were finished it was 2 a.m.
“Well, that was quicker than I expected. I guess I’ll have to make a new reservation for tomorrow.” Joy sighed. “Let’s go home.” She said as she intertwined your hands and walke out the library.
As part of the deal, Joy had you move into a luxury 2-bedroom apartment that was about an hour away from campus. Joy demanded insisted that you shouldn’t use public transportation anymore because now, with the help of her money, you were worth a lot. Throughout your high school experience, Joy never let you get a driver’s license, so she has the pleasure of driving you to and from campus, always knowing your whereabouts.
You looked out the car window without having anything to do. As punishment for talking to a boy, Joy had taken your phone claiming that the only person you needed to talk to was always right beside you. “What do you want to eat.” She asked you.
“McDonald’s.” You say robotically. McDonald’s was the only fast food place that Joy allowed you to eat. It was the place she found your family at in 10th grade.
It was on a rainy day that your Aunt Irene had kicked you, your parents, and your little brother out of her basement for being a burden, which you didn’t understand because just a week ago your Aunt had said you all staying there was the best thing to happen for her since her illness was starting to worsen.
So, with no where to go and barely any money, your parents took you all to McDonald’s to split one box of 20 piece chicken nuggets, and 4 small drinks for each member of the family.
As you were told by Joy, her family's trailer had broken down on the way back home from the airport, so Joy offered to walk to the nearest building while her parents berated the driver. The nearest place just so happened to be the McDonald’s you and your family were at.
You instantly recognized Joy when she walked through the door, just like how Joy instantly recognized you. She sat a table across from the booth your family was at, and pulled out her phone. Gosh, were you so amazed. You had never had a phone before. Your parents only had one that they shared, and you didn’t have friends (because of Joy’s rules) to let you use theirs. Joy smiled at you awe-filled eyes and continued talking on the phone.
You didn’t even realize that you were staring at her until your mom slapped your wrist and told you to stop. When the phone call ended, Joy stood up and walked towards your table. You looked at the ground, afraid that she too would scold you. “Hello L/N’s. I’m Park Sooyoung.” She started. You heard a gasp in front of you and looked at your parents, who were looking at the entrance doors. A tall man wearing a suit, and a woman carrying a Chanel bag. Walked through the door.
Joy looked back and laughed. “Oh, those are my parents.” They came up to your booth, both shoke hands your parents and stood behind Joy. ”We wanted to give your family a place to stay, would you let us.” You mother, being the biggest fan of Joy’s mother growing up instantly nodded, while your father thought about it for a few seconds before evening his Wife’s beautiful smile. A smile he hadn’t seen since their wedding day. He agreed as well.
That night was significant to you because not only did your family get a place to reside, but it was also the first time that Joy was nice to you. Since that day she started treated you better, still not letting you talk to anyone else, but she was nice.
Although Joy would never tell you this, it was that night that she fell in love with you, completely.
After eating. You and Joy got into the bed that you two shared. Yes there were two bedrooms in your apartment, but you couldn’t sleep in a room by yourself.
You had slept in a room with somebody your whole life, it felt uncomfortable. So on the first week of living here, you asked Joy if you could sleep with her, even okay with sleeping on the ground. Joy let you into her bed, and sang you to sleep.
That became your routine every night after that. However tonight was different, you feel asleep the minute you got into bed. Joy snuck out of the bed and turned you alarm off. You didn’t need to go to school tomorrow, you wouldn’t have time anyways. Her makeup crew that were going to come today were rescheduled to come tomorrow. The day she had been waiting for since that night was going to happen.
All of you and her family members were going to be at that restaurant and would watch as she would get down on one knee, just like in the romance movies, and propose to you. Just thinking about tomorrow made her heart flutter. Yes, she was furious about the change of plans today, but she would never take it out on you. Instead, she took it out on that Namjoon guy behind the library. Ugh! Just thinking about him getting close to you was sickening. She had her men take care of his body for her.
She kissed your cheek and whispers in your ear, “I love you.”
Everything was set in her plan. She loved you, and you…would have no choice but to love her. You were hers after all. Hers to love.
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Little Did I Know
Summary: In this short story Harry is famous, and he moved into a town during the summer to relax and potentially write some new songs for his upcoming album. I’m not sure if I’ll include some song lyrics, but if I do, I will take a piece of a lyric from a different song and pretend it’s his.
Word Count: 2,272
“Sweetie, can you walk Cosmo?” Y/N hears her mom shouting from downstairs.
“Yes, mom!” She says.
Y/N is on her bed with her headphones on due to having a neighbor who’s living across her street who just moved in. For the past weeks there’s been a lot of moving trunks and ruckus because there’s a musician living among them.
Y/N is a 21 year old girl who wants to be part of the music industry, but she doesn’t know shit. All she knows is that she loves music, and music is part of her. It was her dad that introduced her to music, like music that was before her time. Like Billie Holiday, Frank Sintra, The Rolling Stone, Queen, Otis Redding, Nirvana, The Knack, Elton John, The Doors, The Clash and so many more. That’s all she knew and all she wanted was to find a way to have that without having to know how to play the instruments, knowing how to sing. She simply just wants to go wherever the music takes her.
She finally drags herself out of bed and starts putting on her sneaker and throwing on an oversized hoodie. She swaps her earbuds to her airpods and off to walk her dog.
She walks down the stairs heavily which alerts her mother, and before she gets to the last step her mother hands her Cosmo’s leash.
“Ugh. Couldn't you do - sorry mom.” She reaches for the leash that’s in her mom’s hand.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought, darling.” She says giving her daughter a peck on her left cheek.
Y/N bends over to put the leash on Cosmo’s neck, which Cosmo gives her a lick on her face. Y/N loves this dog of hers. He provides her safety and security, which she needs because let’s just say she has a breakdown every couple of days.
Y/N stands back up and gives Cosmo a nice tug so he knows he’s ready for his next adventure. By adventure it means walking around the block she’s been doing for the past three years since Y/N got him.
It’s around 3 o’clock which means the summer heat is hitting hard right about now. But it’s too hot to harm Cosmo in any way. Cosmo is the love of Y/N life.
Cosmo and Y/N went on their typical route which they go past their new neighbor's house. Y/N realizes the new neighbor door is a jar, and she can smell bacon, which isn’t good for Cosmo because he’ll tend to escape and run towards the delicious smell he knows so much about. To Y/N not so surprise Cosmo started tugging on his leash that has Y/N being yanked and pulled.
“Cosmo. Stop it right now!” Y/N shouts to Cosmo which she knows that wouldn’t help a damn thing. When he has something in mind there’s no stopping him. Cosmo has to be on something because it’s like he’s on some x game mode. Y/N starts tripping on her own feet and losing her own balance.
They were running in the middle of streets when they received some honks and screams at fellow drivers on the road. Which Y/N give them a nice finger and simple “fuck off.” Y/N let’s go Cosmo leash because she isn’t in the mood to eat shit, so when she felt safe nothing could happen to Cosmo she let him go.
Cosmo went straight towards the slight jar front door, which I had to pick up my steps. Before Y/N could even be on the same street as the house, the new neighbor came out his house, holding Cosmo’s leash quite aggressively which had Y/N switch her mode to attack mode.
“Hey, what the fuck? you didn’t have to pull him like that?” Y/N says aggressively while walking towards the house, when she gets in a hand reach, she pulls the leash so the neighbor doesn’t have his grubby hand on the leash.
Oh you want to know Y/N neighbor? It happily to be Harry Styles. Forgot to include that in, sorry.
“Are you getting mad at me? your dog happened to be in my house without any guardian. Your dog jumped on my couch, which I’m not too fond of. So anyone here who should be a little bit bitchy, it should be me.” Harry says hostile. He’s wearing a wife beater shirt that has his arms tattoos on display. For his lower part he’s wearing a nice black booty short which shows off that magnificent tiger tattoo. “Are you just going to stand there?” He snaps back.
Y/N brought her eyes back to him which Y/N doesn’t approve of his tone. Y/N scuffs and rolls her eyes to the back of her head. “Sorry for your inconvenience. Enjoy the rest of your day.” Y/N plants a fake smile on her face. “C’mon Cosmo, let’s go, but this time I'm walking you.“ Y/N whispers to Cosmo while turning around to continue their walk with a small intermission they encountered. After a couple of steps Y/N turned her head around and when she did Harry was still standing there with annoyance on his face, which Y/N turned her head back around.
“He’s going to be fun.”
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It took Y/N twenty minutes to walk her dog today. She wanted Cosmo to enjoy himself which he did because he saw a lot of squirrels today, and on top of that she didn’t want to ‘run’ into Harry again. Y/N should be excited to have a big celebrity living among them, and hopefully she could get reinspired about her future, but unfortunately that isn’t the case. Probably Harry is just having a bad day, and last year and the beginning of this year he had a lot of things going on. He’s officially a grammy winner, he filmed two movies, his latest album Fine Line has been doing phenomenally well, he was the first male to have appeared solo on Vogue magazine, he was announced Hitmaker of the year, and so many more. So maybe he just needed to get his energy back, which Y/N understood. But man, it really had to be their first impression.
When Y/N and Cosmo took a turn to walk to their front door, Y/N couldn’t help but to look across the street to see if Harry was there or not. Surprisingly he was, and he’s looking right at her. Y/N looked at his lips while he blew out a smoke. Fuck, he smokes?!
Y/N doesn’t understand why he’s looking at her, but she doesn’t give a shit because the way he’s looking at her was his way of trying to figure her out. Whatever that fucking means.
She broke eye contact and flipped her head around to her front door. She starts digging her hand in her pocket to fetch her keys out. Cosmo starts barking because the keys jiggles so he thought it was a new toy. “Oh you hash it.” She got the keys and shove it in the lock. Thank god, her mother didn’t lock the top of the door.
The door finally releases and Cosmo immediately runs through, probably heading to his water bowl. “Thanks sweetie for walking Cosmo for me.” Y/N hears her mom in the kitchen probably smothering Cosmo. “Yep. I would say anytime, but I would be lying.” She says while walking up the stairs to head to her room. “Fuck off.” Her mother giggles. “I love you too.” That was the last thing Y/N said before she shut her door.
Y/N takes off her beat up vans and soon after plops on her unmade bed. Y/N stared at the few holes on the ceiling due to having a young Leonardo DiCaprio poster on her ceiling when she was younger. Young Leo hits different.
Y/N couldn’t help it, but her brain went back to her small and rough interaction with Harry. She wished she met him on a better note, but fuck it. But how could she move on from him? She’s a fan of his music and his viewpoint on the world. He’s a man of few word, but when he does talk, it’s fucking loud and impactful. He’s the main reason she took a few steps back off of social media. She’s barely on it, but when she does go on it, she isn’t on there for long like she used to.
An hour went by and her mother started knocking on her door and then she came in. “You know mother, the purpose of knocking is to see if you're welcome to enter the space.” Y/N says nonchalantly sitting up to see her mother, but at the same time trying to hold in her laugh.
“Well, if you want to contribute to paying the bills, I’ll happily reconsider waiting to be called on.” Her mother threw back. “Nope. You’re good.” Y/N says shaking her head.
“Mmmmhh. Well, I’m going to hang out with the girls from work. Do you want me to make you something before I go?” That’s one thing Y/N loves about her mother, she is so selfless and she always makes sure I’m good before she wants to do something for herself.
“I’m good. Enjoy your night.” Y/N gave her mom a smile to know she’ll be alright. “If you’re sure, then I’m off,” Her mom says all happily. “If you need anything just text me. Okay?”
“Okay,” Y/N got up to give her mom a nice, strong hug. “love you.” Y/N whispers. “Love you more beautiful.” We pull back and she’s off to the race.
Y/N walks to her window to pull the blind. She sometimes likes looking out her window and just stares off into space. Something about watching people live their life comforts her. She loves people watching.
Y/N found herself mumbling some words, while people watching, but she couldn’t help but stop her little rampage. Y/N feels heavy and she’s unable to even grasp the concept, so when she starts feeling that way she tends to start saying random things. It could be something she could use in the future. To make sure she doesn’t forget she whip out her phone to go to the notes app where she has a folder filled with random words and sentences. There are things in there that could potentially be useful like, “More or less a painful experience. Only ever real if you're delirious. the summer before you,” “I think you're gonna be my biggest fan.” So on and so forth. That’s what the folder is filled with fragments and potentially some song lyrics.
Y/N tossed her phone to her bed, and left her phone to bother Cosmo downstairs. Y/N loves that sucker. Before Y/N could even smother him with love, he’s currently sleeping on his bed in the corner of the living room.
Fucking great.
Y/N just wanted something to do, and her damn dog couldn’t give her that. She looks at the clock on the wall in the living room and it’s currently 6 almost to be seven. Y/N could go upstairs and ask one of her friends to hangout, but she doesn’t want that. The best alternative could be taking a walk and seeing where her feet take her. She likes that option better, so she quietly went upstairs so she doesn’t wake up Cosmo.
Y/N changes her attire to ripped oversized mom jeans, an oversized graphic tee she bought on Depop and once again her infamous black and white vans. She grabs her airpods, and her keys. She’s finally ready for the evening.
Y/N went back downstairs to check on Cosmo and make sure he has food and water ready for him just in case he wakes up while she’s still gone. When she felt everything was in order she ended straight to the door.
The weather feels astronomically better than before which had Y/N feel much better with her decision. Y/N isn’t sure if she should take the right or left. If she decides on taking a right she’ll pass Harry’s house, but if she does decide to take a left she wouldn’t. Y/N starts going back and forth, but she decides on going left.
There was a nice breeze in the summer air, and she’s listening to “I’m a Slave 4 U” by the one and only Britney fucking Spears. “What's practical is logical. What the hell who cares. All I know is I'm so happy. When you're dancing there. I'm a slave 4 U.” Y/N finds herself singing to herself. She’s been walking around aimlessly and rocking out to her songs for about thirty minutes. She’s aware she’s probably creating attention to herself, but she couldn’t find herself to care. Y/N is enjoying herself.
“I’m a SLAVE FOR YOU!” Y/N shouts out with her eyes pinch shut, when she finally opens them she finds herself in front of Harry’s house. The worst part wasn't that she was walking in a circle. It wasn’t that she belted out to her songs. It wasn’t she was flinging her body around like she was the balloon thingy at the cars dealership shop. Nope. None of those.
The worst fucking part is, Harry Fucking Styles is currently outside watching her. Fucking watching her. Once again fucking smoking. Again.
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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 3
Word Count: 4,050
POV: Reader
Warning: Language
Notes: Well I’m finally at home for a night and I definitely owe you guys a story. So since I had the next part of this one ready, I dediced to post it. When last we saw these two, they had decided to divorce, and our reader had signed the papers and sent them back to Jacob. Who had forgotten to sign them. Let’s see what happens now, though I think some of you have an idea. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!
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It had been almost seven weeks since Jacob met you. For six of those, he’d talked to you every day, sometimes two and three times. It was just these last few days that you wouldn’t answer his calls or texts. Jacob was confused, to put it mildly. He wracked his brain trying to recall the last couple of conversations that you’d had, wondering if he’d said or did something to anger you, but nothing came to mind. In Jacob’s mind, he thought the two of you were actually starting something. Sure, it had been one of the most peculiar beginnings to a relationship ever, but the last several weeks' things had been nice, better than nice actually. He thought the two of you might have a chance at a real relationship. Of course, the distance between you played a part, but he thought the two of you could work that out; apparently, he was wrong.
Jacob knew the moment he stepped poolside, that you were something special. The longer he talked to you the more he knew he’d been right. If he was being honest, it was probably one of the reasons he suggested marrying you, even though that marriage would be over soon. Just like lightning striking in the middle of a storm, it hit Jacob then why you were pissed. He’d forgotten to sign the divorce papers. He’d had them for well over two weeks now. Rushing into the office, he started rifling through all the crap on his desk looking for the manila envelope that you’d mailed it to him in. He was just in the process of opening it when the front doorbell rang, so back on the desk it went, as he headed to the door to answer it.
Jacob was shocked to see you standing there. “(Y/N), what are you doing here?” He didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did. It took him a moment to recover before taking you in. There were dark circles under your eyes that made it look like you hadn’t slept in days, not to mention how puffy they looked as if you’d been crying. Jacob wanted nothing more than to take you in his arms and make whatever seemed to be causing you this much pain go away.
“Hey,” you mumbled out weakly. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” He stepped aside, letting you into his home. It was your typical bachelor pad. Walls stark and devoid of any real character that you knew Jacob possessed. He led you over to the couch in the living room, an enormous piece of furniture designed for his large frame. It almost seemed to swallow you whole. “(Y/N) is everything ok?” There was concern in his eyes and you knew he was probably questioning your presence there after you’d been radio silent the last few days.
“No.” The one-word answer was hard to push out without tears falling down your eyes. You could see how Jacob’s fingers itched to touch you and honestly that’s all you wanted right now, for him to just take you in his arms and somehow have all the answers, but he had to know the problem first. You took a deep breath trying to steel yourself for what you needed to tell him. “Jacob, I don’t know how to tell you this.” At that moment Jacob grabbed your hands and engulfed them in his giving you his support in just that simple touch. It gave you enough courage to blurt out the last part. “I’m pregnant.”
You felt his hands slip a bit on yours at the shock of the news; his mouth working trying to form a sentence yet nothing coming out. It took a minute but he finally found his words. “Wow, um…ok…I hate to ask this…”
This was the part you knew was coming, expected it really and you didn’t blame him at all. So, to spare him, you found yourself answering the unspoken question. “It’s yours.” He nodded but you felt the need to explain more. “I haven’t been with anyone since Vegas, and even before that, well, work was really busy, and…well let’s just say it had been over a month or longer.”
“You don’t have to say anymore, (Y/N). I believe you.” His hands tightened on yours, the shock of everything starting to wear off. “Plus, we didn’t use protection.” It was something you didn’t give much thought to when you were with Jacob, which was odd because you’d always been extra cautious with hookups, but then everything with Jacob was different than anyone else. “Do you…do you know what you want to do?”
This time you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “I tried, Jacob. I really did.” He looked confused, unsure of what you meant by that. “I went to get an abortion yesterday.” He blinked hard but other than that showed no expression. “I was sitting there on the damn table in a gown just waiting for the doctor to come in and then I looked around. There was this damn chart that showed what the size of your baby is every week compared to fruit of all things. It’s a blueberry by the way. A damn cute little blueberry, like the kind they put in muffins and stuff.” Why it had to be an adorable little fruit like that you didn’t know. Why couldn’t it be honeydew? You hated that fruit. Well maybe not hate, but it wasn’t your favorite that’s for sure. “Anyhow, I was just staring at that poster and looking at each week and I don’t know. I couldn’t breathe.” Kind of like now, even telling him brought back all those feelings. “I started thinking about the doctor telling me that I could hear the heartbeat next week when she did the ultrasound, and I’m not sure what happened, but I couldn’t go through with it; so, I left. I’m so sorry.”
You weren’t quite sure if you were apologizing to him or yourself. This was something you didn’t want, at least not right now, or at least that’s what you always thought. Now, you didn’t know what you wanted anymore. You took a deep breath, composing yourself. “I booked a flight once I got home. I couldn’t tell you this over the phone or text. You deserved to hear it in person.”
“Thank you for that.”
You slipped your hands out of his, distancing yourself from him for this next part, but also pulling out the envelope you brought. “I’m going to keep the baby.” As if that part wasn’t obvious, but you somehow felt it needed to be said. “I had Aaron draw up some papers. They absolve you from any obligations to the child both financially and emotionally. All you have to do is sign them. You won’t even have to be listed on the birth certificate.” He took the envelope from your hands, glancing briefly at the contents inside. “I’m sure you’ll want to have your lawyer look it over.”
Jacob didn’t know what to think. Ten minutes ago, he was wondering if you were ever going to speak to him again and now you were telling him you were having his child. A child you apparently didn’t want him to be a part of. But did he even want a baby? He certainly hadn’t wanted a wife, yet here he was still married to you. He should come clean right now and tell you that he hadn’t signed the papers yet. That some indescribable feeling had taken over him, and he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to sign them anymore. And now, well, now he felt like he shouldn’t sign them. Maybe this was all some force in the universe steering his life in a different direction; a route he hadn’t planned on taking until later, yet here he was on it. “And what if I don’t want to sign them?”
Well, that certainly wasn’t what you thought he’d say. You didn’t think this was something either of you wanted, but you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like the two of you had had this long talk about where you saw your life in five years. Hell, this wasn’t where you saw your life in five months, but here you were, on the verge of being divorced with a baby on the way. “Well, I guess we’ll need to figure things out then.”
Jacob got up and started to wander around the living room. You weren’t sure if he was trying to decide whether or not he wanted to sign the papers or how he was going to be part of his child’s life. “Do you want a drink or something? I need a drink. Oh shit, you can’t drink, can you?”
“It’s not advised, but please don’t let that stop you. Though if you have a water that would be great.” He headed towards the kitchen, which gave you a chance to just breathe. The hardest part was telling him, all the rest you’d figure out. He was back quicker than you expected, a bottle of water in each hand. He handed one over to you and sat back down beside you. “You know, you can think about this if you want. You don’t have to sign or not sign them right now.”
He nodded and pursued his lips before answering, though not how you expected. “How long are you here for?”
“A few days. There’s a movie being filmed not far from here. I offered to drop off some of the specs for the campaign, as long as I was here, but it also gives you some time to make a decision.”
“I already have. I want to be in our baby’s life.” You don’t know why but it felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off your chest. It was nice to know that you weren’t in this alone. “But there’s a lot to figure out.”
“Yes, there is.”
“(Y/N), this is going to sound crazy, but I want you to move here.”
Pregnancy did weird things to the body and maybe your hearing things was one of them because you were pretty sure Jacob had just said he wanted you to move to Vancouver. “I’m sorry, you want me to move here, as in Vancouver?”
“Well, yeah but I want you to move in here, like in my house.”
He seemed dead serious and you weren’t sure how to take his suggestion or him at the moment. “But my life and my home are in LA. That’s where my job is.” Couldn’t he see that?
“I know, but moving here just makes sense. I’ll be able to help you then, not just after the baby is born but before as well. I have plenty of room in this house. There are three spare bedrooms; we can turn one into a nursery for the baby.”
How could go from finding out you were pregnant to a full out plan of attack in less than a half-hour? God, it took you a day to wrap your head around it when you found out and then another to make the decision about the abortion, and even then you still didn’t figure out you wanted to keep the baby until you were sitting in the doctor’s office. Jacob seemed to be processing everything much better than you were.
“I don’t know Jacob, just because we’re having this baby together doesn’t mean we have to live together.” Everything with Jacob was still in this weird transition phase like you went from being wildly attracted to each other, to being married, to getting a divorce, to now having a baby, and now he wanted you to live together under the same roof. You didn’t even know if the two of you would get along that great. Sure, the sex was amazing, well really better than amazing if that was even a thing, and you seemed to get along if your conversations over the last several weeks were any indication, but to live together; that could just be a whole other problem altogether.
“Look I know it’s a lot to ask and believe me if I could, I’d be willing to move to LA. It’s not like I can just ask to be traded there though. But I don’t want you to have to do this on your own.” It was awfully sweet of him to want to be there for you, and not just the baby. You’d just assumed that he’d want to see the baby on some weekends and maybe an extended time during the summer when he was off. “You don’t realize this yet, but there’s going to be a whole hockey family here for you. That’s just the way it is in this sport.” He grasped your hands then, the gesture one pleading in and of itself for you to see his side of things. “We can do this (Y/N), together.”
Together, it sounded so nice. You knew that if he had decided to sign the papers that being a single mom was going to be tough, but now knowing that he wanted to be there every step of the way eased some of the burden you felt. It was just hard to think about giving up the life you’d built for yourself in LA. You were already giving up so much as it was. “I get what you’re asking, I really do. I just…it’s a lot.” His thumb started to run back and forth across your knuckles, softly urging you to his side without him even knowing it. “Can I think about it?”
“Of course.”
“I mean we don’t have to decide everything tonight.”
“No, we don’t.” He smiled at you. The same one he gave you when you’d been in Vegas. It gave you butterflies in your stomach back then as it did now. “How are you feeling?”
“Pretty good, I get a little queasy now and then; mostly when I’m hungry. I’ve learned to carry crackers with me everywhere.”
“Well, I could make you something or we could order.” The fact that he even offered scored points in your book and was definitely a check on his side of the box for moving to Vancouver, and you were kind of hungry.
“I mean, I haven’t really eaten.” He gave you a disapproving stare and you felt the need to justify why you hadn’t. “I was too nervous before.”
“Well, then let’s get you something to eat.” Jacob led you out to the kitchen, where he took out some chicken along with some vegetables to stick in the oven. The two of you worked side by side getting dinner ready. You were midway chopping up some zucchini when Jacob brought the baby back up again. “You mentioned something about the heartbeat. Were you able to hear it?”
“I have to schedule an ultrasound when I get back but they said that I should be able to.”
“Mmm.” You weren’t exactly sure what that little hum meant. Was that a good hum, or a bad one? You stayed silent waiting for him to say more. “Do you think you could record it for me?”
Why did your heart just flutter when he asked that? Was it because he wanted to hear the baby or was it because you were realizing how much he would be missing when you went back to LA? “I will,” you finally told him, but then had an even better idea. “Though you know, I’m here for four more days. Maybe we could find a doctor that would be able to do it while I’m here.”
His face lit up, like a little boy on Christmas morning. “You would do that?”
“Yeah. If we can find a doctor to squeeze us in.”
“I’ll take care of it.” He pulled out his phone, you weren’t sure if he was searching for gynecologists or texting someone, either way, it was adorable how he just jumped in at the first mention of being a part of this whole pregnancy. Again, he was showing you just how nice it would be to share this with him. Ten minutes later he had an appointment all set for you in two days.
During dinner you talked about how you had found out you were pregnant, telling him the story of how Kennedy was the one to point out your nausea wasn’t normal and that you should take a pregnancy test. She was the only one that knew you were pregnant. You swore her to secrecy, hoping that she wouldn’t spill the beans this time like she had about a certain movie star. Surprisingly, he wanted to know everything, though there wasn’t too much to tell. By the time you got the mess cleaned up from dinner, you were starting to feel the weariness of the day.
“I think I’m going to head over to the hotel. I still need to check in. Hopefully, I’ll be able to sleep better tonight, now that you finally know.”
“Stay.” The word fell out of Jacob’s mouth in almost an authoritative manner, which belied the puppy dog look on his face. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I mean you could stay here if you wanted. Sort of like a tryout or something.”
“You mean trial run?” Leave it to his athletic side to call it a tryout. It made you laugh.
“Yeah. We could just take the next few days and see how we do together.” It wasn’t a bad idea. “You call and cancel the hotel and I’ll go grab your bag from the car.” He was halfway to the door before you actually agreed.
As Jacob went outside, he contemplated with himself as to where he should put your things. Did he just bring your luggage to his room or should he give you one of the spare rooms? Despite the fact you were carrying his child, his body still wanted you as much, if not more, than when you were in Vegas. He just wasn’t sure where you saw things going.
You were just hanging up the phone when he walked back into the house and unbeknownst to him, you were wondering the same thing. However, your head kept telling you that if the two of you were going to make this work, you needed to keep things out of the bedroom, at least for now. Jacob must have had the same thought as you, for when he came in, he said, “Here, I’ll show you where the spare bedroom is.” The room was spacious but again, it wasn’t that homey, and occurred to you that if you decided to live here, you’d definitely need to make some changes. “Did you maybe wanna watch a movie or something, or are you tired?”
You could see he was struggling in this unchartered territory as much as you were, and while you were exhausted; you still wanted to spend time with him, to see if moving to Vancouver was even an option. “I’d love to watch a movie. Do you mind if I change first?”
“No, not at all.” He fidgeted with the back of his neck a bit, before turning to leave. “I’ll meet you back downstairs.”
You really wanted to take a hot shower and crawl into bed, but instead, you opted for just washing up quickly and slipping on a pair of pajamas you’d brought. It was still warm in LA, though the nights were a bit cooler. All you brought to sleep in were a couple pairs of shorts and some comfy t-shirts, thinking that you’d be in a hotel room by yourself. Now, you were wishing that you’d thought about it a little more and packed something a little warmer, if not more modest. Why you cared, you weren’t sure, considering this man had seen you completely naked several times.
Jacob had changed into some sweats by the time you got downstairs. He had bottles of water for you both along with a pack of crackers laying on the coffee table, and you had to admit your heart melted a little bit when you saw that. “So, what kind of movies do you like? I remember you saying no horror.”
“We don’t have to watch a movie. I know the Bruins are playing tonight and that you play them tomorrow. Why don’t you just turn the game on?” He looked surprised that you knew his schedule, but you did a deep dive finding out as much information as you could once you found out you were pregnant. He was going to be the baby's father, even if he would've decided not to be in your child's life, though now that he decided he wanted to be, the information was even more useful.
“Are you sure?” You nodded giving him the go-ahead to watch his opponents’ play. “Speaking of that, would you be interested in going to the game? I mean I know someone who could get you a ticket on short notice?” He looked so adorable when he asked you couldn’t tell him no.
“I’d love to.” You’d watched very few hockey games live, though ever since Las Vegas, you’d been following the Canucks, well, more like Jacob. It would be fun to see him in action.
“Great, I can leave you a ticket or have Erik’s fiancé come and take you. You’ll love her.”
Jacob really wanted you to jump in with both feet, didn’t he? You weren’t quite sure if you were ready to meet all his friends and teammates, but you supposed that if you moved here this would be a part of your life. “If she wouldn’t mind that would be great.”
“I’ll text him now.”
“Jacob,” you stopped him, just by saying his name. “Can we keep the baby our secret for now? I know Kennedy knows and I don’t expect you to keep it to yourself, but I don’t want to broadcast it either. At least until we know what we’re doing.”
He took your hand in his, the gesture reassuring. “Yeah (Y/N), we can do that.”
It wasn’t long before your attire got the best of you and you found yourself tucking your feet underneath you on the couch trying to keep them warm. You thought that Jacob was fully absorbed in the game, but he caught the subtle movement. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
He scooted your closer to him, his large frame wrapping around yours. You weren’t sure if it was his body heat or him just holding you, but it was definitely warmer in seconds, though Jacob still covered you with a throw blanket that was on the couch. “Better?”
“Much.” It wasn’t long before you found yourself dozing off. The stress of the day and travel wearing on you. Your head fell softly against his shoulder and you sighed in contentment.
Jacob felt your body relax against him and he savored the feel of it. He’d honestly missed this closeness to another person in a completely non-sexual way and having you in his arms just felt right. He should’ve been paying attention to the game, scouting out his opponents but instead all he could do was watch you, even before you fell asleep. His fingers were idly stroking your bare arm under the blanket, slowly inching their way down to your wrist. He didn’t realize they’d made their way to your midsection until they were there; just lightly caressing you, scared he would wake you, but he had to touch you there. He’d been dying to all night but been afraid to ask as if it was almost an invasion of your privacy even though you were carrying his child. His child. The thought both terrified him and thrilled him. Jacob always wanted kids; knew that someday he would have them. He just didn’t think it would be this soon. He always assumed that he’d start his family after hockey was over, but here he was with a wife and child on the way. It was something he hadn’t bargained for and never saw coming. Apparently, what happened in Vegas was a lot more than he gambled on.
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Reluctant Vacation // Charlie Gillespie
Summary: The niece of the infamous Kenny Ortega had its advantages and disadvantages, you received insight on his projects but felt guilty saying no. Kenny seeing the exhaustion pulling you down invites to the set of Julie and the Phantoms where you rediscover your love with the field.
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The sigh came from deep in your chest wanting to drop to the floor for an exhaustion induced nap, but an airport wasn’t the best place. Large sunglasses obscured people from seeing the deep bags under your eyes on the way to the film lot. It was coming full circle, the change different from the frantic schedule you had had recently. When Kenny called you hadn’t hesitated in packing and buying a ticket.
“Miss Y/L/N?” The voice pulled you from your thoughts as a man holding a card with your name displayed. He was of Puerto Rican descendent with a young girl beside him with similar features, “I’m Ricardo. This is my daughter Madison.”
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m-“
“Y/N Y/L/N.” Madison supplied with a beaming grin on her face having recognized you from your role as Sabrina in The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina along with movies.
All you could do was send a fragile smile in response after a long sleepless flight to Canada.
Madison’s eyes saddened at the exhaustion you carried, “I can fangirl later. You looked really tired.”
“Kenny saw and asked me to come over the guise of help, but he knows I need a break. He’s lucky I don’t need to be on set for a few weeks.” You replied, covering a yawn as you found yourself at a car, the walk a blur.
Unintentionally you found yourself asleep in the backseat the moment you settled back there for the drive. You had filmed in Vancouver before, so it wasn’t a huge deal, and the Reyes’ duo didn’t have the heart to wake you up.
“We’re here,” Madison whispered with the back-car door opened. Your eyelids fluttering at her voice, giving Madison a closer look at your face.
Walking on set, you saw Kenny giving one of his pep talks before he cut himself off at the sight of you. The actors surrounding him furrowed their brows as the legendary director power walked to a person concealed behind Mads.
“Sweetheart.” Kenny beamed, pulling his niece in for a hug before leaning back to scan her features, “You need a nap.”
“I need to meet your new cast.” You snickered stepping around the man to the three actors he had abandoned to see you. You found amusement in their widening eyes at the sight of the Y/N walking to them.
“Oh, my shit.” Owen gasped freaking out as the actress co-starring in the new Spider-Man trilogy came closer.
Last night Owen, Charlie and Jeremy had hosted a movie night in the rented apartment the first two rented. They had quickly made their way through Captain America: Civil War before watching the following movies with Spider-Man. You had a cameo in Captain America: Civil War before becoming a star in Homecoming and Far From Home.
“We manifested her.” Charlie hissed frantically fixing his set costume growing a blush at the smile you wore. He could feel the hair stylist on standby glaring at his tousled locks.
The girl in question came to a stop before the three guys portraying the phantoms of the show in the second season. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the expressions each one of them had.
“Hello.” You greeted flattered when the tall blonde one turned a blossom pink at the voice of an angel. Charlie and Owen had developed celebrity crushes on you.
In revenge, Tori, a returning choreographer and background character, saw Charlie’s expression along with a familiar girl. After filming season one ended the previous year you had stopped by during the filming process of CAOS to catch up with Kenny. Tori had been there and you two became friends.
“Hey!” Tori grinned, pulling you into a hug, “These three binged your MCU movies last night, and Charlie’s wallpaper is you.”
“Tori!”
“This is what you get for telling Booboo about the poster!” Tori called to the Canadian boy jogging out his area. Charlie’s cheek darkened more than Owen’s as your smile grew bigger.
“No worries Ghost. Luke definitely my favourite character and gotta say you should have been on Charmed more than two episodes.” You supplied walking backwards to Kenny once more yearning for a night’s rest after the flight.
“Holy shit.” Charlie choked smacking Jeremy’s arm repeatedly, “She knows me. Oh, oh, OH. She’s seen me-“
“-Getting it on for a scene.” Jeremy snickered as his friend grew more and more flustered, “That was tame compared to her and Tom going at it.”
Charlie’s face dropped being reminded of the explicit scene you had done with Tom Holland in the movie that came out near the end of 2020. The Devil All the Time was the only film out of the MCU you had done with Tom. You had played the promiscuous daughter of a devout, loyal churchgoer and close friend of the preacher.
“Didn’t they date for a few months?” Owen questioned thinking back to the media mayhem during the virtual press for the film.
Owen was correct with the chemistry between you and Tom it was natural you would do interviews together via shared video chats. Charlie watched every single one that came out with interest. He hadn’t even expected the film to do so dark and explicit, but you had a natural talent.
“English, handsome, actor-“ Charlie started to list off on the English actor with a far more extensive list of credits. Charlie felt like a Canadian child in the city of Los Angeles compared to your leading man.
“-runs a charity with his family.” Jeremy continued raising one eyebrow, “At least he isn’t tall. You’d be fully screwed.”
Charlie shoved his teasing friends away with a smirk of his own as the trio continued on to the film. Charlie put his feelings on the back burner to focus on the storyline and emotions of the scene.
“Spider-Man Three baby!” The English accent shouted from the phone with only an ocean separating the two actors. Tom hadn’t even greeted you before screaming at the news you both received; despite the scripts from a few weeks prior the sequel had fully been greenlighted
Your head tossed back at the childlike glee on the older adult, clearly displaying the two years really mean he was two years old. After meeting on the set of Civil War along with Harrison, you had become friends. Followed with the following MCU appearances, it had been a surprise to be cast in Devil All the Time.
“Insane.” You started making your way through the set to where Kenny had texted you from. It was closing to the end of your vacation.
In the few weeks, you had reconnected with Tori on her breaks along with becoming good friends with the cast members. Something clicked between you and the core four of the show even if Madison sometimes still got starstruck.
“Did you read the script?” Tom questioned quirking his infamous eyebrow his fans wholly adored. You found it amusing, to be honest, that every character he portrayed had the same eyebrow.
“Not fully. I’m surrounded by people, and unlike you, I prefer not to jeopardize my career with marvel.” You teased glancing up as Charlie and Owen made their way over, “I’ll be flying out in a few days for filming.”
Tom nodded his head, “I got get back. Jacob and Haz are visiting. Remember to film the announcement! Bye Love!”
You gave a thumbs up before Tom ended the facetime glancing up at the duo who each raised their eyebrows. Charlie’s mask nearly breaking at Tom’s goodbye. Charlie could feel the cover of his feelings falling more and more each day.
“Announcement?” Owen questioned, slipping his jacket on over his shoulders having changed from his Alex outfit.
“Nothing.” You waved it off, starting to walk backwards with a smile that Charlie thought made your eyes shine brighter than stars.
The boys followed behind on the walk to the house Jeremy and Carolynn had decided to rent during filming. You had been crashing there as Jeremy didn’t want Carolynn to be alone with his filming schedule. It also gave the perfect place for your plan. Last few nights you had binged the marvel movies again ending with Far From Home.
The living room was decked out by Carolynn with your help from earlier as she was the only know that knew. Everyone settled in the living room with Mr Reyes there as well who had quickly become a father figure to you.
“So, I wanted everyone here for a reason. I’m sure you’ve noticed I’ve been reading a script and I have something to open.” You started thanking Jeremy as he brought in the package, he had no clue of the contents, “Now nobody says any spoilers for season two.”
You turned on the camera Paul Becker had supplied with a small smile having already filmed the opening sequence. You sat on the floor in the camera shot, opening the big box to hand out the smaller boxes to your friends. Charlie, Owen, Jeremy, Madison, Savannah, Booboo and every else glanced at the non-descript red box.
“Open them.” You urged grinning as the room went silent except for the tape ripping off the packages.
In each individual box was marvel themed candy, a plushie of Spider-Man along with signed cards from the Avengers actors and the MCU Spider-Man cast. At the very bottom, all it said was to look up at you. Instead of facing them with their looks of shock, you addressed the camera.
“Tom and I are so incredibly happy to announce that Spider-Man 3 is in the beginning process of filming.” You beamed at the camera listening to the intense noise of your friends screaming, “we can’t reveal anything else about the film, but the script is immaculate as usual. You’ll get to see Harper on the screen once more.”
“WHAT!” The collective scream behind you came as you waited a second before ending the video. You’d have to replay it before sending to marvel for the finishing touches with Tom’s version and then you could post it on Instagram.
“Surprise!” You spoke to the group behind you all in states of excitement, “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to tell you guys! I got the script a few days before I came.”
“Holy shit.” Owen spoke, laughing at he shook his head, “You managed to get autographs from fucking Iron Man himself.”
“I got connections.” You snorted meeting the gaze of Charlie, “Nah, Downey’s kids came for a visit, and I kept them company. Downey offered to do anything, and I took the favour.”
The surprise wore off as the group mingled, but Charlie’s eyes stayed pinned to your form as you sent a message to Tom. Locking your phone to noticed his eyes.
“Hey Charlie.” You smiled, sitting on the couch next to him. His expressive eyes showing a silver screen of emotions you couldn’t quite decipher.
The corner of his mouth tilted up in response to the way his name rolled off your tongue, sending his heart stuttering. A cold sweat appearing when you grasped his hand in yours in a confident manner.
“So, you leave soon?” Charlie murmured moving closer to hear you among the chatter of the group. Your lips turned down for a split second as you felt the sadness of leaving.
It was refreshing to be on set without the demands of makeup, costumes, filming and choreography. To see the action and magic but not be part of it was a definite change you had needed desperately. But to leave Charlie hurt.
“My call time is in three days. Need to get ready to bring Harper Osbourne back to the big screen.” You replied, loosening your grip on his hand, “I don’t really want to go back. I’m gonna miss you…and everyone else of course.”
Unaware to the eyes watching in anticipation you and Charlie conversed further on the upcoming months. To the great disappointment of the house began to clear out, Owen for an early call time. Savannah was meeting with her brother, and Mr Reyes was taking Madison home.
It left Jeremy and Carolynn to retire to their bedroom while you stayed on the couch with Charlie for longer. The emotions building from the prior weeks, bubbling to the surface. Hearts thudding in their chest Charlie leaned in glancing at your lips; yours glancing at his.
Who moved first couldn’t be known, but as your lips brushed together just barely you felt grounded and peaceful. If he leaned closer, you wonder what the kiss would make you feel.
“I’d like to kiss you.” Charlie murmured startled at the confidence he had gained, “But before I do. Do you have something with Tom?”
“Other than onscreen chemistry? Absolutely nothing.” You spoke barely louder than a whisper to the boy that had become so much more than some actor.
He was Charlie. The goofy boy that put a smile on anyone’s face with an impromptu concert in the middle of a crowded street. He lived life to the fullest without any regrets. He was passionate about his work, music and the environment.
Those thoughts evaporated when lips met another pair of lips in what might be described as the best kiss ever. No fireworks felt as Wattpad would say, but instead, it was the heady warmth of hot chocolate on a cold day; a warm shower after a long stressful day. It was home and perfect.
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Little Secret // Changbin
🍄 | genre: smut mini-series
☁️ | pairing: Seo Changbin x female!reader
🌿 | wc: 2k
🌸 | includes: plot *yawn*, masturbation, fear of being caught, actually being caught, most of the hot and heavy stuff happens in the other parts lmao
☀️ | synopsis: Seo Changbin is your brother’s best friend. He comes over all the time, and you practically grew up together. If only you hadn’t gotten a crush on him. If only he knew how hard you had fallen for him.
🌊 | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Finale |
You and your brother had never been as close as your parents had hoped. Jisung was always loud and obnoxious, making friends everywhere he went and never looking back. You were much more comfortable by yourself, spending night after night alone while Jisung was out partying. Your shelf was full of books and fandom memorabilia while your brother’s shelf was covered in dust and toy robots from his youth he refused to get rid of. His GTA V poster covered the wall next to his bed while the only decoration in your room was the fairy lights and fake vines around the perimeter of your walls. These fundamental differences pushed you away from your brother, and after several years, you turned more into a punchline for Jisung to discussed jokingly with his friends while he was just the annoying older brother you’d wished would move out.
As much as you wanted to leave home and go to a prestigious college, your parents insisted you go to the same local college as Jisung for at least a year “just to try it out,” a.k.a they didn’t have enough money to send you away, which was reasonable. You and your brother, still under the same roof, fought to no end over the smallest things: loud music, messy bathroom, eating each other’s leftovers. Just about anything was fair game when the light-hearted hatred was so tense.
There was one bright side, though. Since Jisung entered Kindergarten, he was close to a boy named Changbin. You grew up with Changbin at your house, and even when your family moved 20 minutes away from him, he would always be there. There was nothing separating Jisung and Changbin.
You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have the slightest crush on Changbin. While Jisung was only one year older than you, Changbin was two years older, and that initially intimidated you. His intimidating and off putting nature is what drew you in, but his glowing smile and gorgeous face only made you fall harder. You couldn’t explain your feelings for Changbin when you were in middle school, and even now, it was hard to describe the overwhelming nervousness that overcomes you when you’re in his vicinity. As high school went on, you knew you couldn’t be with him, but while you had your head in books throughout high school, Changbin was going to his college’s gym. His smile was one thing, and that was good for a middle school crush, but his insane arm and chest muscles send you through the moon in high school, and the image of Changbin shirtless at your neighborhood pool has been etched in your brain since your junior year of high school.
But now you’re in college. You’re a greasy little freshman while Changbin is a worn-out junior. There’s no way in hell you can shoot your shot, even if you’re both adults. And to make things even more impossible, Jisung would never allow his best friend to date his little sister. That would ruin him.
As improbable as it was, you still loved to fantasize about Changbin, spending most of your time alone daydreaming about his sculpted body above yours, praising you and making you feel like the only girl in the world.
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“Sis, could you put on some actual clothes, jeez.” Jisung covered his eyes dramatically as you entered the kitchen in your very appropriate shorts and tee shirt. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at him, punching him in the shoulder lightly.
“Changbin’s been coming over for how long? It’s fine.” Your response sounded steady, but your mind was buzzing. You didn’t know Changbin was coming over! Why are you never told about these things?! At this point, you should have assumed given it was a Friday night, but you’d still like some warning.
“Just because he’s used to it doesn’t mean he should be subjected to it!” Jisung went into the living room, arguing with you under his breath. Another stupid mini-fight for a stupid reason.
If anything, the information that Changbin was coming over would have only prompted you further to wear shorts and a thin tee shirt with no bra. As shy as you usually were, you still had the inexplicable want to be noticed by Changbin, even for a moment. Unfortunately, your brother adamantly tried to hide you from his friend, probably knowing Changbin always gets what he wants.
Jisung always babied you infront of Changbin, so you usually just stay in your room to protect yourself, and you’re sure Jisung would prefer that. Your parents worked late nights attempting to pay for their children’s college tuition, so when they came home well after midnight, they’d go straight to bed, uncaring for their adult children’s wearabouts. This gave Jisung the perfect opportunity to be as loud as he wanted in the living room, whether it was with a girl or one of his friends.
Tonight was going to be one of those loud nights, but that was nothing new. You always had a surefire way to fall asleep, regardless of the chatter going on downstairs.
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It was midnight. Why was he still here? You wanted to sleep more than anything, but the ruckus of your brother and his best friend chatting loudly downstairs prevented you from getting any sort of shuteye.
However, the only thing that can help you sleep is Changbin, or at least the thought of him. You reached to your bedside drawer and pulled out your bullet vibrator. If anything was going to help you sleep, it was an orgasm while imagining Changbin railing you like you’ve always wanted him to do since high school.
Although you hated to admit it, your thoughts of Changbin had been drifting towards the smuttier side since those days at the pool. All you could think about to get yourself off was Changbin, and no amount of other casual romantic partners could satiate your burning desire for Seo Changbin to fuck you on every surface in the house, including in your brother’s room while he was away. Every time you’d overhear Changbin talking about a new girl or his plentiful sex life, your face would flush red and you would wish that one day, he’d talk about you, but maybe not to Jisung. That would be too weird.
You undressed lazily, tossing your shirt and shorts onto the ground. You hesitated to take your underwear off, but there was no way you could properly get off with them on. Your panties joined the pile of clothes on the floor, and you spread your legs, tracing your fingers through your own heat, spreading your wetness across your holds. Your free hand eases the cold vibrator onto your clit, pressing the button at the top to turn it on. You bucked your hips into the toy, shutting your eyes and pretending that it’s Changbin holding it onto you, teasing you gently with every movement. His voice from downstairs echoed to your room, and the more you imagined his voice whispering the dirtiest sweet nothings into your ear, the closer you got to release.
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This was just supposed to be a fun little game of truth or dare, a common occurrence between Changbin and Jisung. Truth or dare was their way to let their feelings out and have a bit of fun. Before suggesting a movie, Jisung offered his friend one last truth or dare.
“Dare.” Changbin crosses his arms, waiting for Jisung to respond to his response.
After a moment, Jisung’s face contorted into a smile like that of the Grinch before he stole Christmas. Changbin knew nothing good could come from that expression, but nevertheless, he was interested in what awful, terrible, no good idea his friend had come up with.
“I dare you to go upstairs and scare my sister.”
“That’s it?” Changbin was beyond confused. He’d thought Jisung had come up with a dare so evil, so vile, so wicked, that only the devil himself could come up with it, but to be fair, Jisung could easily have been more sinful than the devil.
“That’s it!” Jisung clapped his hands together in seeming victory. “Sneak up those stairs, go to the second room on the right, barge in, and give my good little sister a good little scare.” Jisung wasn’t letting go of his smirk. He still looked sinister, even after explaining such a boring, and honestly disappointing, dare. Changbin sighed, shrugged, and stood up from his seat, but before he could turn around, Jisung had one last thing to say: “Don’t take too long up there! I want to finish this movie.”
Changbin rolled his eyes and trudged on, tip-toeing up the stairs so you didn’t even hear him coming. Jisung was vibrating with giddiness, but Changbin couldn’t see. All he saw was the door to your room, looking more menacing than ever before. It’s such a lighthearted prank, why was Changbin so scared now? He reached for the doorknob, turned it quietly, and pushed the door open as fast as possible.
His first scream was that of a shitty jump scare in a horror movie, but his second scream was that of terror with a high-pitched tone. Nothing could have prepared him to see you, his best friend’s sister, a freshman at the college he was a junior in, with a vibrator pressed against your nether region. You were totally naked aside from your shirt that was pushed up over your tits. The sight made his body go pale, and he felt his soul leave his body. He didn’t run away; he was just frozen, but you hardly would have noticed him if it hadn’t been for his stereotypically girly scream. You threw your duvet over yourself, wrapping yourself up like a burrito.
“What the fuck, Changbin?” You raised your voice slightly, hardly able to yell since your voice was hoarse from the orgasm you’d just been denied by the rude interruption. Changbin couldn’t speak. He couldn’t even think, let alone defend himself. He stood in your doorway, eyes blown out, hand practically glued to the door handle. Jisung’s manic laughing can be heard from downstairs, but both your mind and Changbin’s were too fuzzy to tune in, although your minds were fuzzy for differing reasons.
Changbin let go of the handle and shut the door behind him. You squirm under your blanket burrito, adjusting yourself and getting ready for an attack from Changbin, but he doesn’t come near you. His back hits the door, and he holds his chest where his heart is. Once he calms down for a moment, he’s finally ready to speak.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He takes a step towards you, but you lean back, scared of what he’s going to do to you. “Jisung dared me to scare you, and I- I didn’t know you were up here… doing that. I-”
“Changbin,” you cut him off, “just get out.”
He doesn’t move. He collects his thoughts one last time and takes another step closer to your bed. “Did you finish?”
“Changbin!” Your vocal cords had healed since being hoarse just seconds ago, and you were finally able to fully raise your voice.
“I’m gonna go back downstairs, but when that movie’s over, text me.” Fuck, you forgot you had his number. “I want to make it up to you.”
You’re beyond hesitant, but after a minute, you nod, and Changbin leaves your room without a word.
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An hour passes, and you reach over to your nightstand and grab your phone. Your messenger app stays open on the window with the empty text screen under Changbin’s contact. Ow, this is hurting your brain to think about. How could you ever get over yourself for fucking your brother’s friend, let alone the friend that’s watched you grow up. This was a mistake. Turn back now. Don’t text him, don’t text him, don’t text him.
Fuck it.
Your fingers fluttered over the screen, repeatedly typing and deleting the same message until it was perfect.
Is the movie over?
The ellipsis text bubble appears in the corner and your heart drops. You know your face is bright red, but you can’t help be excited while simultaneously feeling terrified.
The movie ended 10 minutes ago. You ready for me, princess?
No no no no no no no no
Ready when you are ;)
Oh my god oh my god oh my god
Come out to my car. I want to take you to my apartment so your brother can’t hear us.
No turning back now.
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201125 Weverse Magazine ‘BE’ Comeback Interview - V
V: “I wish we were back with ARMY, laughing together”
BTS BE comeback interview
2020.11.25
During V’s photo shoot, he’s wearing a different expression in every photo on the monitor. They create a tension and an anticipation because we have no way of knowing what he might do even one second later. But the result is cool from start to finish. It’s V.
How are you doing these days? It’s been a long time since you were able to see your fans.
V: I’m not over-stressing about how I can’t meet the fans face to face right now. I just want to see them when it’s safe to meet. I think now, I can wait until then.
As your song says, “Life Goes On.” You decided to keep going on with your life.
V: We have to move on. We can’t feel defeated forever. I felt a lot better after making some songs.
Other than working on “Dynamite,” you’ve spent very little time away from home. How do you pass the time when you’re by yourself?
V: I really like just spacing out, so I’ll sit in my room doing nothing for hours. I could try putting on a movie, but then I couldn’t concentrate and would just zone out. When that happens, it’s kind of like I’m living without a thought or care in the world. Maybe I should make a song about all of this someday. Probably call it “Spaced.” (laughs) Anyway, these days I’m looking for ways to keep myself happy.
Have you found anything?
V: Well, I’m listening to LPs lately. It’s getting to be Christmas season and I love snow, so I bought two or three Christmas LPs to listen to. I’m also listening to old jazz songs by Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. Frank Sinatra is cool, like chilled wine; Sammy Davis Jr. is crazy talented. (laughs)
So that’s the type of performer you find cool.
V: Those two were also a big inspiration to me while we were working on “Dynamite.” Sinatra has all this jazzy body language, but he also threw some disco in there. And I imagined how Sammy Davis Jr. might dance if there were a mic on stage and he had to dance around it. They were a lot of help when I was finding a way to be upbeat and cool at the same time in “Dynamite.”
I guess making “Dynamite” must have been some consolation even when you couldn’t meet fans due to COVID-19.
V: We couldn’t put on a concert and couldn’t see ARMY, so we were feeling more and more drained. It seemed like an endless battle. We really wanted to see ARMY feeling better, so we had to get back up on stage and make another album so that together we could beat this thing. I want to be the friend who’s always cheering ARMY on, but there aren’t many ways to make them feel better.
How was the whole “Dynamite” experience? You made it to the top of the Billboard Hot 100 and also had a chance to perform in a variety of different styles.
V: Shooting the Tiny Desk Concert was a very natural process, which was nice. But actually, with the situation being what it is, we couldn’t really feel much. The day the news came out was of course thrilling. It was great, actually, all of us calling each other and some of us laughing and others crying: “We haven’t gone down the wrong path after all! Turns out we had a chance—it really was possible!”
While you were performing in “Dynamite,” you were also the visual director for BE. I’m sure you were unimaginably busy taking photos, but were you able to communicate well with the other members?
V: We communicated smoothly, and I listened to all of their concept ideas and I organized everything around that. If we tried something too natural, it wouldn’t be conceptual enough, so we did our best to strike a balance.
You had everyone sitting in the middle, with the set arranged symmetrically around you.
V: That was made possible thanks to everyone having their own ideas. There was no overlap between items, which actually allowed us to create a sense of unity by placing all these different props symmetrically. It wasn’t intended to be symmetrical; each member really did choose something unique.
In your room, you included a violin and a photograph.
V: That’s a picture I took. I like photos and drawings, but if I had used any art then I would’ve been using that one particular artist’s work, so I thought I’d better use one of my own photos. I ended up choosing the violin because I learned how to play it but also because I enjoy classical and jazz.
So how do you feel it turned out?
V: I made it, so naturally I like it. (laughs) Part of me thinks I should’ve tried something more conceptual. BE was supposed to give off sort of a magazine or poster feel since we didn’t shoot many of those, but it ended up having more of a natural feel to it. But I did think that the next time we try to make a photoshoot conceptual we should move away from that natural look a bit. The group explained their ideas clearly and they were simple enough to do, so I think it all went really smoothly.
It sounds like there were no problems choosing the songs for BE. How did you feel recording your parts on the other members’ songs?
V: I like “Dis-ease,” which Hobi hyung wrote, but stylistically it was challenging. It’s really far from my own style so it took a long time to get used to. “Fly to My Room” used to be my favorite song, but it was also the hardest to sing. It was okay at first, until Jimin jumped in.
What about Jimin?
V: Because I had to keep up with Jimin, the song went up maybe three keys. I thought I would die. (laughs) It started out as my favorite song, but it was just way too hard to sing.
But why did you have to sing that way?
V: Jimin said he was sorry, that he couldn’t go any lower. (laughs) When I first heard the demo version, the key was perfect for me, so I thought it would sound great and I should definitely do it. But then Jimin said he wanted to do it too, so I said, “Great, let’s do it together.” Turns out we went up three keys. So I said, “Hey, what’s the deal? Should I just give up?” But, well, somehow it all worked out in the end. It was a happy ending. (laughs)
People might be able to hear that part better because it’s so much higher. (laughs) The tone of your combined voices and the way they contrast is really impressive.
V: Yes, but all that aside, it was quite the struggle. (laughs) And the chorus is really long. I think it repeats, what, four times?
Yes, it feels like the chorus never ends. The production style is very unique. I like how the emotion is carried through the whole way.
V: I agree, but it’s so long. The chorus turned out crazy, like I was kind of beating the melody into people’s ears. (laughs) The chorus is good, but the whole song’s melody is really catchy. Whenever I heard the beat, I was totally into it. The way the vocals pick up on the beat and the melody was so original and fun, I just had to do it.
What instructions did you give to the other members when they were singing on your song, “Blue & Grey”?
V: I didn’t really have to give them instructions much. I told them it would be nice if they could think of all their problems and then try healing those wounds with their voices, since if they focus on those emotions, there’ll be more feeling in the song. They all did a good job expressing the emotions I wasn’t able to.
It seems like you intended “Blue & Grey” to be a melancholy song. I heard you had originally planned to put it on your mixtape.
V: I wrote “Blue & Grey” when I was at my lowest point, when I was actually asking whether I could keep going with my work or not. Even the fun parts of work became a chore, and my whole life felt aimless. “Where do I go from here? I can’t even see the end of the tunnel.” Those kinds of thoughts hit me hard.
Was there a reason for that?
V: It was when work was a major challenge. When I’m happy, I want to work, and when I’m happy I can put on a smile and see the fans, but there was just so much work to do. I’m an easygoing, you know, laid-back person, but I was stretched too thin and I was starting to sputter. What I mean is, I was having a really tough time, and thinking, “What’s waiting for me at the end? It’s important to be successful, but I’m also trying to be happy, so how come I’m not happy right now?” That’s when I started to write “Blue & Grey.”
So writing the song was sort of your way of bringing yourself some peace of mind.
V: There was a time I was going through something like this. I was having the toughest time, but I couldn’t keep carrying that feeling around with me. Instead, I could use it as a kind of fertilizer. So I took care of that feeling by constantly writing it down in my notes. I just kept writing everything down, and when finally I felt like I wanted to try writing a song, I did. After the song was finished, I felt a sense of accomplishment, and that’s how I was able to let go of “Blue & Grey.” That was one way I wanted to try getting over my problem.
The songs you make or sing solo on all have similar images: night; loneliness; snow.
V: I like nighttime and the late-night air, and when it snows, too. I liked those things since way back when, but lately I feel things like snow and the night air keep me alive. They may just be another part of normal life to other people, but to me, they represent very special moments.
That makes me think of the ending from “Blue & Grey”: “After secretly sending my words up into the air / Now I fall asleep at dawn.”
V: I don’t really sleep well. I toss and turn and get caught up in a lot of thoughts. Even when I turn out all the lights, I can see everything clearly. I close my eyes, but all my thoughts spread wide open. Then I’m sleepy at work, and staring off into space when I’m alone, with bags under my eyes, but if I want to avoid that then I really have to sleep. Except, with the way I am, it doesn’t allow for it. I wrote about that in the first and second verses; a feeling like, “When I’m stuck thinking like this, everything is grey, and I’m all blue.” I wrote these feelings out as a song, and now that I’m thinking about it again, I’m actually over it. I feel a lot lighter. I sent my words out into the air, and now I fall asleep at dawn. You’re supposed to sleep at night, but I’m sleeping in the morning again. So I say “good night,” but it’s not actually a good night. “I pass out because I’m exhausted” kind of thing. It’s the emotions I felt in those moments that I wanted to express.
What do you hope hearing about that feeling will do for listeners?
V: Rather than just some stranger telling them to cheer up, I think it’s better to say something like, “You seem depressed lately,” or, “Seems like these days it’s tough for you to perk up.” “Blue & Grey” is the same: “You’re depressed lately? Me too. We’re in the same boat. Wanna talk about how you’re feeling? You wanna feel better, right? I know, but sometimes it feels like you’re being washed away by a whirlpool of stress.” I want the listeners to hear me saying that to them.
It’s important to express your emotions right away when they’re so overwhelming.
V: Yes. I usually write a lot of songs when I’m feeling emotional, but these days I have so many different things to do that I can’t really write anything. I tried to write something before when I had a little time, but nothing came out because the feelings I had were already gone. So I tell myself, “You gotta write a lot when you’ve got the feels!” (laughs) And then I open my notes app and come back to old notes, like, “Ah, so that’s how I was feeling back then? I see. Well, that’s how I used to be, I guess.” So I tried to write “Blue & Grey” quickly, as soon as a big feeling came on.
Then it’s important to revisit those feelings when you’re producing a song or choosing which songs to release?
V: If you can’t bring the feeling back, you can’t make the song, either. I release a song if I feel it expresses who I was and how I felt at the time when I wrote it. Even if we record it perfectly, if the result sounds artificial, I would rather release another, more honest sounding song instead, even if it’s not perfect.
Are those the kinds of songs you selected for your mixtape?
V: Um … I don’t know. This is my first mixtape, you know, so I feel a ton of pressure about it. I’m thinking all the time about what kind of album I should make so that I can feel satisfied with it. The title track is the title track, but everyone also says to just leave it as it is, but I keep getting the urge to keep putting in more and more.
You usually write and choose songs based on your emotions. Maybe the pressure to make your first mixtape comes from you having a hard time with that.
V: I think it still has a long way to go. Maybe it’s because it’s my first mixtape, but it’s so hard. And I feel like it’s a little lazy. People tell me just to put it out and see how it does, but I’d rather know what needs to be fixed before I release it. I also don’t want the title track to be depressing. I want it to be positive and help people beat those depressed feelings. But it’s not easy.
That sounds a lot like what the members conveyed with “Life Goes On.”
V: I think we showed the current situation in a very straightforward and honest way. We’re still going, going, going. And the going is tough. But it doesn’t end here. I wish we were back with ARMY, laughing together. I hope we’ll all be happy in the future and keep on doing our own best, cherishing our hope for our happy future.
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Puzzling
My Masterlist
Part 5 to Cracking a Code
1; 2; 3; 4
Pairing: dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (fem)
Warnings: Swearing, gaslighting, stalking, aftermath of noncon, noncon touching, caregiving, but like by Steve, so not really, self-harm references (previous chapter, not premeditated), discussion of eating
Summary: Steve takes you home to “take care” of you.
A/n: I’m not super happy with this chapter… and maybe I’ll redo it sometime in the future, but I just wanted to give you an update. Sorry, that everything takes so long!
Word count: 2,300
The rest of the drive passed in a blur. Steve’s hand hardly left your thigh and you let him. You were so exhausted, you didn’t have the energy to fight him off anymore. You felt yourself retreating into your body, away from the reality of being groped in the fancy sports car of America’s bravest hero.
Steve helped you up the steps to your apartment. You’re entire body was shaking, leaving you on unsteady feet. If you didn’t know better you’d say you were coming down with a fever. But the reason for the shivers coursing through you was so much larger. Not something a few pills could fix. Steve gently led you into your home, almost as if he owned the place, deposited you on the couch, and covered you in a blanket. As he tucked you in, his hands respectful and his touch kind you surfaced for a brief second out of the hole of despair his comment in the car had put you in.
“There you are, angel.” Steve smiled as he noticed how your eyes started to focus a bit. “I’ll make you something to eat. I’ll be right back.” With that, he leaned in and placed the gentlest kiss on your forehead, before retreating to your kitchen. You watched him rummage around in the tiny space adjoining your living room. He looked at ease, at home, and oh so loving. Did yesterday really happen? you wondered. There they were again. Those thoughts you had to brandish all day yesterday as well. You started to stare off into the middle distance; once more slipping away from reality and the physical pain left in your body. You heard Steve tut slightly, the fridge door opening and closing, then the same sound from a bunch of your cabinet doors. Just as you wanted to call out to him, to ask if he needed help, a robotic response drilled into you by your mother, Steve appeared before you almost as if out of thin air. His gait as silent as any other predator’s.
“Darling,” he sounded concerned, “did you eat yet?”
You looked up at him, doe-eyed. “I.. uh… I must have. I have some overnight oats in the fridge, so if there are only three glasses in there, then yeah.” To be honest you couldn’t remember, nothing made sense.
“There’s four, darling… You really gotta eat breakfast! It’s important to keep your strength up, you know?”
“Yeah, yeah… I usually do. I promise” Why do I not wanna make him sad? Why do I want him to be proud of me? You thought bewildered, as you looked into Steve’s worried eyes before all semblance of structured thought left you again to the tide of confusion washing over you and pulling you under.
“Ok, babe, I trust you. I’ll make some now, okay? You just sit tight.” All you could do was nod. It was like it was all happening to someone else. You weren’t really here. You were so far away and so present at the same time that it hurt.
As Steve left you your mind went to war with itself.
Steve wasn’t a good guy. He wasn’t the hero on those posters, was he? But he was making you breakfast, he tucked you in. He sent Bucky to check on you. No… No, he sent Bucky to make sure you didn’t go to the police. Right? Right.
You could feel your mind shut off, drawing you down with it. All that happened, Steve’s non-linear behavior pushing you over the edge. Nothing made sense.
You barely noticed as Steve fed you breakfast, bite by bite, all that registered somewhere deep within you was his calm, deep guiding voice: “One more bite, there you go, good girl” all his encouragement mushing together in your brain, a soothing sensation flowing through your pain-addled brain.
After breakfast, you could feel Steve manipulate your body, as he wrapped himself around you and put on your favorite movie. As you lay there engulfed in the arms of this giant man, accompanied by the sounds of the movie you had watched a million times, you slowly started to become aware of yourself again. The body heat was so soothing and Steve’s deep humming voice pushed the fear that had kept you paralyzed further and further away. Making way for a seething rage, fickle but growing. As you tensed and readjusted your limbs Steve leaned forwards and kissed your temple. “I knew you were still in there, angel. I made some tea. It should still be hot. I put it in a thermos. Let’s talk okay?” Steve carefully helped you sit, every touch his, stoking the anger burning through you. Then, oblivious to the shift in your mood, he got up to grab the tea and cups as you looked around as if you were seeing your place for the first time. It no longer held the feeling of safety that comes with any good home. All you could see was Steve controlling you, in the TV that was slightly turned, the smell of his cologne on your couch, the dirty pans in the sink.
When Steve came back, your head was much clearer and you carefully reached for your cup and made sure to keep your distance from Steve as subtly as you could. Whatever was to come, was going to be important.
“You know darling, you will have to be nicer to Bucky. He’s only trying to help when I can’t be there. New York is dangerous, always has been. No one knows that better than me and Buck. He texted me, saying you were really rude on the train this morning, and quite frankly, darling, I’m disappointed that I even have to say this, but you have to appreciate what we do for you, okay?” Steve’s voice is calm, collected, and rational. There is nothing but honest concern in it for a moment it disrupts the anger building within you. “It’s time to play nice with Bucky now, okay? Be nice to him, maybe even as nice as you have been for me, understand?”
It’s the last sentence that sets you off, Steve’s expectant gaze, belittling you, that makes you blow your lid.
“What? What are you talking about? Play nice? I wasn’t being nice to you! I don’t want your protection or your attention, or Bucky’s for that matter!” Your voice is rising, as you grip your cup of tea so tight its heat sears your palms. “Get out of my life!” you yell. Then like a bucket of cold water realization sets in. Every muscle in Steve’s body tightens, you see his body expand with the change, looming over you, blacking out the window. You expect Steve to yell, beat you up, but when you dare to look up at his face, it is almost passive, but there is danger burning beneath his façade.
“I understand this is difficult for you.” Steve’s voice turns harder with every word. You notice the missing pet name like a slap to your face. “But I am getting pretty tired of this conversation. You need to rain in that attitude of yours, okay? Because I won’t tolerate you being a spoiled brat who doesn’t see what’s best for them. I’m looking out for you here, taking care of you, something you apparently struggle with,” with that Steve gestures at the remnants of your breakfast, the one he had to make for you, “and all I expect in return is some gratitude, towards me and towards Bucky. This is not up for discussion. And if you can’t behave, you’ll have to deal with the consequences, young lady. Is that understood?” By the end of his speech, Steve has risen to his feet, towering over you, his voice booming to fill your apartment, while you cower into the sofa. Your breathing is shallow and you are petrified. It feels too much like last night. When you didn’t have a choice either. And everything he was saying was making sense. New York was dangerous. And you really were terrible at feeding yourself correctly… Those oat thingies were just the newest thing you were trying in your never-ending quest to live more healthily… Usually, your job took preference over clean living. And Bucky hadn’t done anything to you either. He’d just been there to watch out for you… Steve, well… Steve really had done that, but he also held you today, when your brain shut down and made you food. He could have just left you at work, where you surely would’ve gotten nothing done or even caused trouble if you fucked up your work…
Shakily you nod and watch some of the tension leave Steve’s body and he crouches down in front of you. “Good, I knew you were smart like that. Now we can either go have a bath and soothe your body or you can freak out again and then I swear I’ll make you bear the consequences of your behavior for real this time. So what’s it gonna be, princess?”
You stare at him for a second. How is he so rational? Why does this all make sense? Authority has always been your weakness, and so you just nod because what the Captain says goes, and you learned that the hard way, and let Steve lead you to the bathroom. Maybe you will get to lay in his arms again and hear him praise you. It felt so good when he held you on the couch. You were safe in his arms. All you want is to be back in his embrace. Where the harsh reality can’t hurt you. So you allow Steve to strip you down, as hot water pours into your tub.
Suddenly Steve’s grip on your hip tightens painfully, as yanks your jeans off of you. You look down, scared, and find him staring at the bruises you must have caused yourself in the shower this morning when you were trying to wash the night away. “What is this? Explain, now!” he seethes and turns his scorching gaze towards you.
“I, when I showered, I, I just wanted to get clean…” you stammer.
“Clean? Clean! You hurt yourself! Jeez! How dare you do something like that to yourself? I really can’t let you out of my sight for one second, can I? Gotta watch you like a little kid!”
You feel a pang in your heart. You weren’t trying to be bad! You want to tell Steve, but he just turns off the water, grabs your upper arm, and drags you from the bathroom into your bedroom. As you stumble after him, you try to figure out what is happening.
“Steve?” you plead as he sits down on the bed and puts you over his lap.
“No, darling, not anymore. I have been way too kind to you so far, but apparently, the nice approach doesn’t work with you. So discipline is what you get.” He thunders, and then his hand is hitting your bum with enough force to make you scream. It happened so fast that your head is spinning.
As you lie across his lap everything felt like it’s wrapped in cotton. So much skin-to-skin contact fries your over-worked and touch-starved brain into submission as Steve’s hand is raining down on your ass, painting it crimson. You burst into tears without any control over yourself. “Steve,” you sob, “Steve please, I didn’t mean to, I swear, Steve!” and just as those words leave your mouth, he stops, picks you up, and hugs you close. Your nerve endings sing at the close contact and you sag into him, all tension leaving your body. His hands draw soothing circles on your back as he holds you tight.
“I got you baby.” Steve whispers as he settles you on the bed, “I know that hurt, but I needed you to see, you know?”
You cry and nod, burrowing into his hulking form hovering over you.
“I’ll make it better baby, I’ll make it all good, now,” Steve murmurs, as he leans in to kiss your forehead, while his right hand comes down and starts to play with your clit. “Oh darling, look at you! You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” Only then do you register the slick coating your thighs, embarrassed you want to turn from him, but Steve cages you in. “It’s okay babe, no reason to be shy about it. There is nothing wrong with wanting your man. Really, it just shows that you understand my discipline with you. I’m real proud of you, angel, real proud.” He mutters as he spreads your lips and slips two fingers in. You can’t help but moan and arch into him.
Steve is nothing but kind and soft with you as he readjusts both of your bodies until he sinks into your heat, and you both moan in unison. “There we go, darling. See how good I can be for you? There we go.” As he starts moving, slow and deep within you peace settles over you. “I’ll make you forget all that pain, babe, it’ll all be gone in just a minute now.” His fingers are rubbing circles around your clit while he keeps murmuring sweet encouragements into your ears as you climb and climb towards an orgasm that is so deep that it leaves you boneless in Steve’s arms until he finishes with a broken grunt deep inside of you. As Steve settles you in his arms after you can’t remember the last time you felt this sated, as you drift into a deep sleep with Steve’s spend slowly trickling out of you. For a split second, before you fall asleep the horror of what is happening to you is clear in your mind, but then, thankfully, once more your exhaustion pulls you under.
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