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heyo-silver · 4 years

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Happy Birthday Indeed- Oscar Issac

Oscar Issac X Actress! Reader

Summary: When two stars get together sometimes it’s hard, you miss dates and birthdays, and you’ve done it before but this time it hurt Oscar just a little more. But you have to keep a smile on your face when you’re being interviewed and viewed by millions.

A/N: This is for the amazing @my-name-is-alice-ayers who requested this amazing imagine.

Oscar looked at himself in the mirror. Wow, was he getting old? I mean, 41 that’s when people start pointing out your age everywhere.

She always said to never worry about it. That’s what she told him earlier when they were on the phone.

She was in Atlanta, she has been for the past few months. Filming for her new movies with Benedict Cumberbatch. A project that she had started jumping at when she found out she was accepted for the role. He remembered the huge smile on her face as she was jumping around like a child who found out they were going to Disneyland. He hugged her tight and swung her around in excitement, this was her dream, and there she was living it. In Atlanta, and on the other side of the country.

It made him sad, but only for a minute. She was always there for his birthday, in the four years that they had been dating she never missed it once. He remembered last year when he was filming out in the middle of nowhere, for the new Star Wars movie of course, and she had packed a bag and hauled herself hundreds of miles just to throw him a party surrounded by his friends. She was always extra like that. But Oscar liked that about her. But this year it just wasn’t the same.

Being the main character in a movie was hard, he knew that, but that also made it so she couldn’t get away from set, even for his birthday. Which he understood, he had done it to her one year, even though it snapped his little love-struck heart in two. She always said that it was fine, and that he had to do what he had to do, so he had tried to give her the same treatment.

“It’s fine love, I know what it’s like!” He put a little chuckle at the end to try and ease her emotional burden.

“That doesn’t make it any easier Oscar! I just feel really horrible....” You whispered on the other end of the line. He could hear your small sigh, he felt his heart drop in your chest.

“Don’t feel that way.” He took a small pause, a smile slowly seeping on his lips, “You’ll just have to make it up to me when I see you next.” He heard you chuckle.

“Sounds like a deal, Mr. Issac.”

“It better.”

He straightened his bowtie again and ran his hand through his hair once more to try and smooth it back. He took a deep breath in and then out to try and calm himself down.

A knock on the dressing room door drew him out of his state.

“You can come on in!” He spoke. A small young woman poked her head through the door. She had her hair pulled back a headset resting on top of her head.

“We’re ready for you to head to stage right whenever you are.” She spoke in a tone that made her feel soft yet authoritative.

Oscar smiled and spoke: “Thanks, I’ll head over right now.” He put a smile on his face, something that he had gotten use to. She nodded and closed the door behind her. Oscar glanced at himself in the mirror one more time just to make sure he looked well. She had told him earlier on the phone that she would be watching from her trailer, so he made sure that he wore her favorite bowtie because he was thinking that maybe, making her smile would ease her burden a little more. A ping on the dresser alerted him.

‘Good luck Mr. Birthday boy! I love you to the moon and back mon amour!’ He smiled down at the screen. He started typing.

‘I love you too mi amor! Just a text from you has lightened my night! Promise you’re going to watch me brag about you?’ He sent the message and only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

‘Promise. xx’ He smiled and set his phone back down on the dresser.

He took a deep breath in and turned and lifted himself off the chair. Smoothing his hair one more time he opened the dressing room door. There was a stage assistant standing right outside the door and gave him a big smile when he made eye contact.

"Are you ready Mr. Issac?" She asked, pulling her clipboard a little closer to her chest.

"Absolutely! Please, lead the way!" He smiled when talking to her, hoping to put a little more happiness in his heart before he went on stage.

"Oscar Issac!" Oscar pushed himself on stage with a smile and a wave. The crowd cheering seemed to lighten his mood, just a little. He walked up to Jimmy and shook his hand before taking a seat in the comfortable chairs next to him. As the crowd died down they began a conversation.

Jimmy asked s few questions about Star Wars, trying to get spoilers out of him like always. They both cracked jokes in between and in those moments Oscar seemed good, he felt happy. Every time he looked into the crowd he didn't see you. He tried to not let it get him down too much. He didn't even know why it was bothering him so much, it didn't in the past. He kept smiling though, know that she was watching.

"So, at D23 we got a sneak peek at Marvel's plans for the future and your girlfriend is actually playing in one, right?" Oscar perked up just slightly at the mention of her.

"Yeah! It was so amazing to find out that she got the role." He went down the reminiscing lane for a sec, trying to tell the story. "I remember when she finished the phone call she just broke out in the biggest smile I have ever seen on her; she just started jumping around like a small child. I have never, in my life been happier for her than I had in that moment." He had waved his hand around for a moment when telling the story and Jimmy laughed a little at the end of the story.

"When you two are away filming, do you call each other a lot?"

"Oh, all the time." Oscar put emphasis on all in the sentence just trying to tell everyone just how much they talked. "If we're not talking its texting, just trying to spend time with one another even though we may be hundreds if miles apart." The crowd seemed to awe at his comment which made his face break out in a small smile.

"So shes away currently?" Jimmy asked him, leaning slightly on the tabletop desk.

"Yeah, I can't say where but shes away filming." Oscar's smile seemed to falter but only for a second, she was watching.

"Okay. And it is your birthday is it not?" Jimmy seemed to tread lightly at this question. The crowd erupted into cheers for him which made that smile start tugging at the corners of his mouth again.

"Yeah. 41, today, which I know is crazy." The crowd erupted into a clapping session once more. He looked out into the crowd and looked at their faces.

"Well, since it's your birthday, I've decided to get you a little gift."

"Oh no." The crowd laughed at the comment Oscar made.

"Oooo, that one hurt." Jimmy and Oscar laughed at one another. "You're going to have to close your eyes." Oscar gave Jimmy a look before as the crowd went into yet another cheering session. It didn't take a lot for Oscar to give in and cover his eyes with the hands. The surroundings were quiet for a moment while Jimmy made some movements behind his desk. Oscar couldn’t tell what was going on but he had a feeling that when he opened his eyes he was going to get a cake to the face. It just felt like it was something that Jimmy would do to him. Another moment passed before a few in the crowd started to cheer and clap, which threw him off for a moment. Oh no, the cake idea was becoming a reality.

“Okay, Oscar, I’m going to count down to 0 and when I do you can go ahead and open your eyes.” Jimmy gave him simple instructions. Oscar nodded and gave his acknowledgment to Jimmy. Someone took him by the shoulders and stood him up. He seemed a little taken aback by the person but tried to let it roll off his back, they were just trying to set him up for a good shot of the pie he was getting in his face.

“Okay, 5″ the start of the countdown didn’t make him as nervous and maybe it should have been, “4, 3-” this was the point was he started shuffling his feet a little bit, not that he was nervous at all. “2,” Jimmy took a short breath and Oscar could feel the crowds' breath be put on hold. “1,” Oscar was giddy, like a little child, he almost started to hold his breath, waiting slowly.

“0!” Jimmy yelled Oscar's hands flew off his face and his eyes snapped open and his mouth fell open in a gasp.

The woman in front of him was dressed in a nice silver dress that gave a few sparkles when hit by the studio lights. The dress flowed down to the floor and hugged her curves in just the right way. You couldn’t see her feet but she was most likely wearing short heals like she always did when she wore a dress like that. She wore a small pendant around her neck that seemed to catch the light just enough to make it sparkle loudly in the room. And wow, did she take his breath away. Her hair was done just the way she liked it, and whenever she liked it, he liked it ten times more. She didn’t have a lot of makeup on but she didn’t need it, she was gorgeous without it. She broke out into a smile. That’s when Oscar rushed forward and took her into his arms.

She was here. A large smile broke out on Oscar’s face as he spun her around. She let out a few giggles that made him chuckle lowly. For just the two of them, this was such an intimate moment, despite the hundreds and maybe thousands of people watching both of them right now. But they didn’t matter to Oscar, what mattered was her. Her hand reached up to hold onto the sides of his face while she craned her head just enough to meet his lips. He smiled into it before she pulled away and looked at him.

“Actress (Y/N)(L/N) everyone!” The crowd erupted into a storm of claps as she was announced. Oscar twirled her around a few more times before setting her back down on the carpet. She covered her face for a second as she laughed and then started waving into the crowd. Oscar slipped a hand behind her back and brought her a little closer which caused her to look at him and then brake out into an even bigger smile. God how he loved her smile, never failed to warm up his day. The crowd wasn’t stopping either, Jimmy next to him was clapping. She just kept smiling at looking out at the people. God, she looked gorgeous. She soon turned and looked at Oscar with that giant smile still gracing her lips.

“Happy Birthday Oscar.” She spoke in a small voice.

“Yeah, it is a happy birthday indeed.”

#oscar issac x reader #Oscar Isaac #oscar imagine #oscar isaac imagine #star wars #star wars imagine #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron

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svgurl410 · 4 years

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fic: our future starts now (rory/jess)

Fandom: Gilmore Girls Pairing/Characters: Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano, Luke Danes, OFC (child) Rating: G Spoilers/Warnings: post GG: a year in the life/none Summary: prompt: future; It’s Rory and Jess’ wedding day.

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“You doing okay?”

Jess stopped fixing his bowtie long enough to look at his uncle. “Yeah, I’m good. Why?”

“Because I think you’re doing to destroy that thing instead of fixing it,” Luke pointed out. “Here, let me do it.”

“Didn’t know you are an expert,” Jess grumbled, but stood still long enough for Luke to straighten it properly.

“Yeah, well, I’ve gotten some practice, and it’s pretty clear your nerves are frayed right now,” Luke pointed out, stepping back.

“Is it that obvious?” Jess asked wryly.

Luke just raised an eyebrow. “Just a little bit.”

“Were you nervous?” Jess couldn’t help but wonder, remembering Luke and Lorelai’s wedding that had only taken place a few years ago. He had missed the actual wedding due to their impulsive decision-making, but they had done it again, including a reception, and from what he remembered, it had been beautiful.

“Not really, but probably would’ve been more nervous had it happened a decade ago,” Luke answered. “By the time Lorelai and I got married, we were already were in almost every sense of the word so while it was great, it was also really just a formality.”

“Do you wish you had done it sooner?” he questioned, tilting his head.

“Only so her father could’ve been there,” Luke responded. “Otherwise, no. I think we did at the right time for us. Which is something that you know about, don’t you?”

And what could Jess say to that? Because he was right. Maybe he wished at moments that he had never left, never hurt Rory in all the ways that he had before he took off, but all those moments led them to this one, and how could he regret it?

By leaving, he found himself, and it may have taken a while, but their paths had led them back to each other. Long after he stopped believing that they even had a shot, she proved them both wrong.

Now he was getting married. Something he never thought would happen, with someone he dreamed of it happening with, and it took everything in him not to pinch himself.

“You keep smiling like that, you’re going to scare people,” Luke said, snapping him out of his thoughts. Jess was surprised; he hadn’t even realized he had been smiling in the first place. “As if Taylor isn’t scandalized enough by this whole thing. Not that I mind.”

“Well, that’s just more of a reason to do it,” Jess snarked. “I swear, he still thinks I’m going to steal someone’s lawn decorations.”

“Taylor is Taylor,” Luke remarked.

“Can’t say it better than that,” Jess agreed. He glanced around the small room that they were getting ready in, tucked behind the hall that Rory and Jess had chosen as their wedding venue and back at Luke. “When do we have to head out there?”

Luke checked his watch. “Another fifteen minutes.” Jess nodded, pretending that butterflies weren’t settling in his stomach.

Before he could speak, there was a knock at the door. Exchanging confused looks, Luke went to go answer it, opening it slightly to reveal a grinning Rory, clearly already in her wedding gown, from what little he could see.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Luke immediately asked, eyebrows furrowing in worry, and he opened the door the rest of the way. “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine,” Rory assured him, looking over at him. “I am just paying my fiancé a little visit.”

“You’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding,” Jess reminded her.

“Oh, are we doing that?” Rory asked, a little too nonchalantly. “Anyway, I’m not here for me. Someone wanted to see you immediately and she wouldn’t take no for answer.” She moved out of the way slightly, to reveal an all too familiar child, dressed in a bright blue satin dress, bringing out the color of her eyes, and a crown made of flowers adorning her dark hair; she truly was just like her mother in every way.

Lorelai Emily Gilmore, or “Leia” as she was known as to everyone who met her, darted into the room, and made her way to Jess, wrapping her tiny arms around one of his legs. He picked her up effortlessly, and held her close, causing her to giggle happily and duck her head into his shoulder.

Luke chuckled and made a move to leave. “I’ll give you guys ten and then you have to be out there.”

“Thanks, Luke,” Rory said, as Jess nodded, expressing his gratitude as well. Once he was gone, Rory closed the door behind them.

“You clean up nicely, Mariano,” she teased, as she took in his dark tuxedo.

“I try to do my best,” Jess joked, and as he finally took in Rory’s appearance, losing his train of thought in the process. Her strapless white gown fell perfectly around her; her hair was curled and pinned was up, and a tiara completed the outfit to make her look like the princess that the town she had grown up in had always believed she was. “You look amazing.”

She closed the distance between them. “Such a flatterer.”

“Now that isn’t me,” Jess countered, mock serious. “I only speak facts. Though, I’m afraid you’re going to have to deal with being the second most beautiful in the room.”

“Since I gave birth to the first, I think I can deal with it for now,” she replied, hand reaching out to touch his cheek, as their lips met in a quick kiss. A giggle made them part, as they looked to the source of the sound.

“And what do you have to say, young lady?” Jess asked. “Aren’t we supposed to be getting ready with your mommy and grandma?”

“Missed you,” was the earnest reply he got, and his heart melted. She had him wrapped around her little finger since before she was born, and the older she got, the more certain Jess was that she knew it too. Also just like her mom.

“Well, I suppose we can make an exception then,” Jess said, kissing her cheek, making her giggle all over again. “But you have a very important job to do.”

“I throw the flowers,” she said earnestly, eyes wide.

“You do throw the flowers,” Jess agreed. “And where are the flowers?”

“With grammy,” she told him. “She’s watching them. She promised. Pinky promised!”

“Pinky promised?” Jess asked.

“Pinky promised,” she confirmed, and Jess let out a laugh.

“Okay, but you need to back with mommy and I will see you again soon, okay?” he said. “Lots of people are waiting to see you.”

“Pinky promise?” she asked, offering her hand.

“Pinky promise,” he said, entwining their fingers. By chance his eyes met Rory’s and saw that her eyes were glistening. Realizing that she was caught, she gave him a watery smile that he couldn’t help but return.

“You’re only supposed to cry during the wedding,” he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, we’ve never been traditional so why start now?” Rory offered.

“Why mommy cry?” Leia demanded, picking up the right words as she shifted until Jess set her down so she could go to Rory. “Mommy sad?”

“No,” Rory replied immediately, opening her arms so Leia could step in them and giving her daughter a hug. “Mommy is very happy.” At her words, Jess’s throat tightened up, because that was all he wanted. For her to be happy, and to be the one who made her happy.

Leia tugged at Rory’s hand. “Okay, we go and get my flowers. I have to throw them! Lots of people want to see me.”

“Of course, your highness,” Rory laughed. She glanced at Jess. “See you out there.”

He nodded.

“Bye dada!” Leia yelled, as she and Rory left, just as Luke came back in. Dada … he would never get tired of hearing that.

“You ready to go?” Luke asked, and Jess could only nod, forming the only words he could.

“I am.”

And the wedding went smoother than he ever could’ve imagined. If he got teary eyed during the vows, well, he would never admit it. Seeing Emmy happily throwing her flowers and then to see Rory walking down the aisle was more than he could’ve ever imagined.

Everything that followed went by so quickly, but he tried to hold on to every moment as best as he could. His favorite was still the one where they were pronounced husband and wife, and kissing Rory in front of all their loved ones. Leia had ran right into their arms and holding them both close, realizing that even though he had considered them to be part of his family and had them in his heart since even before he and Rory had gotten back together, it was now official.

But only as they were dancing to their first song as husband and wife at their reception did Jess really let himself relax.

“So we finally did it,” Rory murmured, arms wrapped around his neck as they swayed. “Did you ever think that we would make it here?”

“Honestly, no,” Jess admitted, as he held her close. “I wasn’t sure this was in the cards for us anymore.”

“And yet here we are,” Rory murmured. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

“Can’t think of anyone else I’d rather be stuck with,” Jess remarked, smiling.

“You’ve become a sap in your old age,” she told him playfully.

“Yet you love me anyway,” Jess retorted.

“There’s no question of that,” Rory agreed, leaning close so she could kiss him. Pulling away, moments later, she asked, “Wish we had done it sooner?”

“I think it was the perfect timing for us,” Jess said firmly.

Rory’s smile widened. “I think it was too.” And without another word, Jess leaned forward to kiss his wife once more.

He had loved her when he was 17 and stupid, in his twenties when he got his shit together (and turned out to be too late), and now at 35 years old, knew that he would continue to love her and only her for the rest of his days.

His future, which had been entwined with hers in his head for half his life, was now officially their future, and Jess couldn’t be happier.

#literati #rory x jess #gilmore girls #gg fanfic #gilmore girls fanfiction #rory gilmore #jess mariano #gg fic #gilmore girls fic #literati fanfic #literati fic

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alecmagnuslwb · 4 years

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Soulmates

Writer’s Month 2020 Day Five

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Everyone has a soulmate, even impossibly a bastard like John Constantine. Not that he thinks he’s got some great, beautiful souled person out there that’s destine to be his. No John assumes that a bastard is destine for a bastard, no matter their gender.

He hasn’t really thought about soulmates in years, not since he was a child and his mother told him stories about the moment everything bursts into color and you suddenly know the names of every color before you. He’s grown accustom to the way his eyes see the world, but lately the black and white vision he lives with every day has grown tiresome. He plays with his magic, still learning and growing stronger every day and wonders if it casts in different colors, wonders what those colors are if they do. He lights the flames in the palms of his hands and can only feel the burn without being amazed by the orange and red glow he’s been told they have whatever that might mean.

He's barely over twenty but he’s old enough to know that the world isn’t black and white by any means. It’s mottled with greys and shades of everything that he can’t see, but he can sense.

Tonight is another black and white night for him. He pushes open the door to the bar he’d seen a few nights ago when heading back to the motel he’s been crashing in. A rush of noise washes over him as he steps inside some hokey rock band that fancies themselves the next Billy Idol playing a horrendous cover of ‘White Wedding’ onstage.

John grits his teeth praying they don’t butcher something by The Clash next, he’ll have to leave America immediately if they do.

He shuffles over to the bar, taking a seat on an empty stool near the far end and flags down the bartender ordering himself a whiskey. He gives the man behind the bar a wink when he places the drink down in front of him and the bartender walks away completely ignoring the flirtation.

John just shrugs unbothered by the rejection and spins around watching as the band plays the last chorus. When they’re done the other patrons clap and John hopes they’re all drunk with the enthusiasm they’re putting behind it. The room transforms into a clutter of voices and clinking glasses after that so John swivels back around downing his first drink and ordering a second.

Behind the bar a poster catches his eye, a top hat adorning the center. He’s just reading the words Mistress of Magic across it when a deeply bad and deeply fake British accent sounds into the microphone on stage. John turns back around to find the lead Billy Idol wannabe yelling for everyone to quiet down.

“Alright, now we know your claps for us were bullshit and this is the real show you’re here for,” he says gesturing to the space around. “So, without further ado, the Mistress of Magic, the silver-tongued siren, everyone’s favorite majestic magician Zatanna!”

If John had known there was a magic show tonight, he might have found a better drinking hole. He’s got no need to watch someone pull cheap tricks and poorly concealed rabbits out of a hat.

John’s about to swivel back around, order one more drink and be on his way, but he finds himself frozen halfway when Zatanna appears on stage, not through a cloud of smoke hiding a trap door in the floor, but through a real bonafide portal.

That alone would capture his attention, but the woman herself has him sliding back to face the stage completely. She’s stunning, the goth princess of his dreams in knee high boots, fishnets, leather shorts and a corset with a bowtie.

Her arms are bare something whispered under her breath sending a trail of sparkling magic down them as she flips her long dark hair over her shoulder and gives the patrons a dazzling smile.

John doesn’t need to see color to know she’s a vision, but he’d pay good money to know what colors that magic is flowing down her arms and how it looks against her skin.

“Ready to see some real magic tonight boys, girls and non-binaries?” she says, her voice a melody. The audience roars and if John wasn’t so frozen in place he might too.

That’s when the show really begins, she conquers the stage, keeping everyone’s eyes on her the entire time. She twists magic around the room, her power strong and thick in the air. She speaks in languages he doesn’t recognize until eventually he realizes it’s backwards magic, a rarely used magic that she’s clearly no novice in.

There’s something about her that’s familiar, but he doesn’t have the right of mind to think too hard about it. To think beyond the absolute captive hold she has on him with every move she makes and every spell she utters.

Zatanna knows how to work a stage, how to hold an audience in the palm of her hand.

He’s certain he could meet his soulmate right this second and have the world burst into color and he still wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away from the front of this bars.

He doesn’t so much as blink for the forty-five minutes she’s on stage.

“Alright, for my last trick, I need another volunteer,” she says and hands shoot up all across the bar, even the bartender who seemingly has a job to do sticks his high in the sky.

She scans the audience carefully tapping her finger to her lips until her eyes fall on him.

“You,” she says pointing his way. “At the bar.”

John pulls his eyes from the stage for the first time certain she’s pointing at someone else, like the eager bartender behind him.

“Yeah you in the tie, that’s right, come on,” she says making a come-hither motion with her finger that John couldn’t resist if he was chained down on his deathbed.

John slips from his seat picking his way through the bar and onto the stage. And if she was gorgeous from far away up-close John’s not sure how anyone could resist those piercing eyes. He wonders what color they are.

“I’m Zatanna, as you know,” she says smiling at the audience quickly before holding out a hand in his direction. Her nails are painted with little clusters of shimmering stars on them, a tiny detail he couldn’t see all the way from the bar. “And what’s your name handsome?”

He tries to force down a smile and fails, there’s no doubt she calls every poor schmuck she pulls up on the stage that and makes them blush, he’s not special even if he wishes he was.

“John,” he says putting his hand in hers and that’s when it happens. His vision blurs for a moment and then like paint being splattered on a canvas color blooms all around him. The curtains are red, the stage a deep brown and Zatanna’s eyes a deep, dark blue. She’s looking into his eyes too, a small soft smile on her lips.

Her eyes drop down to his tie briefly and she chuckles then quickly as if their whole worlds hadn’t just changed she’s turning back to the audience. A performers quick mind keeping up appearances for the show.

John barely recalls the trick he assists her with just knows that he trusts her implicitly and at one point ends up floating. When it’s over and he’s stepping down from the stage she touches his hand softly, a silent request to stay so she can find him after the show.

John nods stepping away as she gives the audience one last light show. A burst of rainbow sparks from her fingers before she disappears into another portal casting him one last glance.

John’s finally pulled from his daze once she’s out of sight and immediately books it for the door. He should stick around, really meet this person who’s his person, but he can tell from one look at that soft smile she’d given him she’s far too good to be stuck with the likes of him.

The universe fucked up, there’s no way a man like him deserves a woman like her.

He doesn’t get far, just barely out the door when a shimmering portal like the one on stage appears in front of him and Zatanna steps out now in a leather jacket with a shining silver top hat pin on the lapel.

“Oh, you’re here,” she says looking at him with that same soft smile.

He looks up and around her wondering if he can make his escape.

“Oh, you’re leaving,” she says disappointed. Her hands fall to her side uselessly.

“Look, it’s not you,” he starts and she lets out a sharp wounded breath.

“Ouch, I’ve heard that one before,” she says attempting to laugh off what she’s seeing as a rejection. He’s not rejecting her though, far from it, he’d love to curl up next to her and never leave he’s fairly certain. He’s rejecting the universe cursing this soft smiling magical being to getting saddled with jaded, piss poor soulmate like him.

He shakes his head. “It’s not that, I swear it, I’d stay in a heartbeat if it was only my heart on the line. It’s just there is no way a woman like you deserves to get stuck with a mess like me, trust me.”

He sidesteps and starts to walk past her, but a hand on his forearm pulls him to a stop. She spins around so she’s standing face to face with him.

“Look I won’t act like I understand the magic or science or whatever it is behind this system and I won’t act like it’s perfect, but something out there thinks you and I fit, thinks we could fit. So, shouldn’t I get to decide what I deserve?” she says with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t take that choice away from me.”

John takes a deep breath. He really doesn’t want to hurt her, but if he leaves right now that will hurt her more than if he stays and maybe one day down the line messes up. She’s right. He’s a coward who tried to run.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” John says pulling his pack of cigarettes out. He pats around for a lighter and Zatanna leans in saying a quiet ‘erif’ her fingertip bursting in a yellow orange flame and lighting the cigarette he sticks between his lips.

“You’re forgiven, as long you don’t run off on me again,” she says smiling as she blows out the flame on her finger.

He takes a long drag blowing it off to the side and away from her.

“I won’t,” he says hoping he can keep that as a promise.

“Great. So, let’s try this again, I’m Zatanna Zatara,” she says holding out her hand. Zatara. Suddenly the familiarity of her makes sense, the backwards magic coming so easily for her much clearer now. If he was worried he wasn’t worthy of her before the last name doesn’t help that worry lessen. She’s a magical dynasty doing stage work in a dive bar.

He doesn’t run just because of that shocking development however.

“John Constantine,” he says putting his hand in hers. This time there’s no blurring vision, no burst of color, just a warm, soft hand holding onto his.

She smiles, “I like your tie John Constantine.” He looks down noticing the bright red of it for the first time. The irony that the rest of both of their outfits are black and white on the night where color came into their lives is not lost on him. “It’s a nice pop of color.”

He laughs, letting go of her hand to tug at the tie.

“I didn’t actually know it was red when I nicked it.”

“Nicked it?” she says eyes going a little wide. It sounds a little funny coming from her lips with no British accent.

“Uh,” he says twisting up his face. “Bought it?”

The question mark on his words is clear and she just laughs threading her arm through his as he tosses his cigarette at his feet stamping it out.

“Come on we’re having dinner and you’re telling me all about how you stole that tie, soulmate,” she says tugging him along into the neon lit night.

He likes the sound of that, even if he’s convinced the universe made a colossal mistake.

#my fic #writersmonth2020 #johnzee #john constantine #zatanna zatara

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heyyyharry · 5 years

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Stardust

(from Couple in Flat 102)

…in which they say “I do!”

(I just realized they didn’t actually say I do in this, but just pretend that the chapter summary makes sense lmao)

Warning: EXTREME FLUFF and plenty of mistakes because I was too lazy to proofread.

**idea for title and Y/N's vow: @iwannaholdyoutight- **

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“I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m getting married.”

Letting out a soft laugh, Layla came to stand right behind her best friend in front of the full-length mirror. Now with her wedding dress on, Y/N looked like the prettiest princess from a story book, and the thought made Layla smile as they locked eyes in the mirror. Even if Y/N hadn’t repeatedly mentioned how nervous she was, her ragged breathing would already have given herself away.

“I thought you said you’d been ready for this day your whole life?” Layla chuckled, crossing her arms as she watched a beam grow on the bride’s face.

“Well.” Y/N sucked in a breath. “It was easier to imagine.”

Layla nodded slightly and stepped forward to wrap her arms around the maid-of-honor’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder as they exchanged nonchalant smiles.

“I’m so happy for you,” said the green-eyed girl. “Knowing that I’ve been here with you guys from the start of it all makes me so emotional.”

Her statement caused Y/N to chuckle.

“Well, you kind of hated me at the beginning.”

“Oh yeah.” Layla laughed, rolling her eyes. “Your hideous outfits got on my nerves, no offence.”

“Aunt Y/N!”

The high-pitched voice got both girls to turn to the entrance when the little girl burst into the room and rushed towards the bride, hugging her tightly.

“Eleanor!” Y/N bent down to hold the child by the arms. “Hi, my love. Look at you in your tiny dress! Oh my god, you look like a little princess!”

“Thank you, aunt Y/N. You look like a princess too!”

“El, do not disturb your aunt!”

Y/N looked up to find her sister standing at the door. As Maisie marched forward to grab the little girl, Y/N pulled Eleanor close to her chest . “It’s okay, Maisie. I’m almost done.”

“Well, you should already be done right now.”

“It’s still pretty earl—”

“Fuck!”

“Layla!” Y/N stood up fast and turned to her best friend. “Don’t say that in front of El!”

“But your skirt!”

Layla quickly grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and dragged her to the mirror so she could see the big problem for herself. Two red handprints stood out on the white fabric and could be seen from miles away let alone up close. Y/N tugged on the skirt of her dress in shock, for a second completely speechless and freaked out by the reflection in the mirror.

“Eleanor!” Maisie shouted, forcing her daughter to show both of her hands. “Oh god, were you just messing with those paint buckets in the lobby?!”

“No, no, sis, it’s fine! Don’t yell at her!”

“Fine?!” Layla cried out. “You’ve got red handprints on your ass! How the fuck is this fine?!”

“Who got what on her ass now?!”

“Jesus...” Y/N cursed under her breath when her mother burst into the room and slammed the door shut, and her facial expression was completely expected. Margaret’s eyes grew wide the moment she spotted the handprints on the back of Y/N’s dress in the mirror. From that look on the woman’s face, everyone nearly thought she might even pass out.

“Maisie! On your sister’s big day, really?!”

“I’m sorry, I —”

“Just because you didn’t get a decent wedding, doesn’t mean you can just let your daughter ruin Y/N’s big day like this!”

“No, I didn’t mean to!”

“ENOUGH!” Layla’s scream caused everyone to hold their tongues immediately to look at her. With both hands on her hips, she glared at the mother, then Maisie, and her best friend too. “Instead of shouting and blaming each other, can we focus on how to take care of the not so little problem on Y/N’s ass?”

“I don’t think we can do anything about it.” Maisie sighed.

“We can splash white paint on it!”

Everyone looked at the little girl who seemed so proud of her idea. But instead of pinching her forehead like her mother or mumbling curse words like Layla, Y/N only burst out laughing.

“Are you insane? How can you still laugh at a moment like this?” Layla narrowed her eyes at the girl who was trying her best to hold it in.

“It’s no big deal, really,” Y/N said. “I’m sure I can still walk down the aisle with red handprints on my ass.”

"Jesus Christ...” The mother muttered under her breath and hurriedly left the room before she couldn’t keep her patience anymore. Then Maisie followed as well, pulling Eleanor along so the little one couldn’t cause any more problems.

Now left alone with Y/N, Layla could finally raise her voice, “for once! I just want you to look perfect for once, Y/N!"

Y/N only giggled and hugged her friend tight. “Doesn’t matter.” She shook her head. “I already feel perfect.”

“But you loved this dress...”

“I love Harry more,” said the bride as she pulled away. “I don’t care about my look. Don’t you worry about me.”

Layla opened her mouth to argue just in time there was a knock on the door and Olivia stepped in, carrying the maid of honor gown. Without thinking twice, Layla marched towards the girl to take the dress for Y/N.

“Here, put this on. It’s gonna be a bit uncomfortable around the waist but I think you’ll manage.”

“But...What are you gonna wear?”

“You’ve seen my closet, bitch. You honestly think I don’t have a plan B to Z?” said Layla as she turned to glare at Olivia. “Blondie, come tell Niall to bring me the backless satin dress. Just say that, he’ll know which one.”

“You called me ‘blondie’?”

“And?” The maid-of-honor scoffed, lifting one eyebrow. “Would you prefer the other nickname?”

“No.” Olivia shook her head fast, a bit surprised because that was the very first time Layla had ever smiled at her. To be honest, it made her quite happy as well; and so she nodded fast and hurried out of the room to go inform the best man about the little situation.

Meanwhile, Layla turned back to her best friend and gripped her shoulders, lips pressed together hard. With a deep breath, she declared, “let’s make you perfect again.”

“Niall, what are you doing?”

“Helping!”

Harry reached up to touch the bowtie, but his best friend quickly slapped his hand away in an instant. Eyebrows furrowed, Niall tugged on the piece of fabric way too hard, making Harry tilt his head down and their foreheads bumped into each other.

“Oh my god, have you never done this before?!”

“No! Have you ever seen me wear a tie?” Niall scoffed, shaking his head, eyes fixed on the work as he mumbled, “but I swear to god it looked so easy on that youtube tutorial…”

“That’s it.” Harry huffed, raising his chin as he shouted loudly so his family waiting outside could hear him. “Gemma! Help! Mum! Anyone?”

It took Gemma less than a second to burst in as if she knew they were gonna need her at one point. She pushed Niall away and took his place, glaring at both of the men.

“Jesus Christ! You babies cannot do anything on your own!”

“Don’t call me a baby, Gem. I’m the one getting married.”

The older sister exchanged amusing glances with Niall while shaking her head in response to Harry’s slop-sided grin.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” she said. “Y/N is gonna baby you anyway.”

“Ha! You’re right. I won’t ever have to grow up.”

He giggled like a little boy when Gemma pulled away and rested both hands on her hips. As she gazed at him from head to toes, Harry opened his arms and spun around, smiling widely.

“How do I look, guys?”

“Not as good as me at my senior prom but I guess this will do,” Niall teased, causing Harry to pick up the sock on the floor and toss it at him as both dissolved into laughter. Gemma could only watch them in silence while pinching her own forehead.

All of a sudden, the door to the changing room flew open and Anne rushed in, without saying a word first, she just walked straight to her son and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Oh, my sweet baby looks so good!” She gushed, cupping his face and kissing his cheek like he was five, making Gemma toss her head back and groan.

“Mum, he’s 24 years old!”

“Oh darling, he can be fifty and he’s still my little baby.”

“I think you’re just mad because you’re not the favorite child.” Harry stuck out his tongue, making his sister scoff.

“At least, I’m the smart child?”

“Doesn’t matter who’s smarter. I get married first, I kind of win.”

“Who even made that rule?!”

“Ahhhh, the Styles and Niall all together again, a happy family,” Niall interrupted the siblings as he walked over and grabbed Gemma by the hand, pulling her in to join the other two for a group hug. They rocked back and forth for a couple seconds then Harry began to laugh and tried to wiggle out of those tight arms locked around his torso.

“You guys are gonna mess up my look. I need space,” he said, dusting off his clothes, making everyone laugh.

“Mum and I are gonna go check on the girls, okay? Please don’t burn this place down.”

Niall screwed up his face as he heard Gemma. “How are we gonna burn th—“

“You always find a way. That’s what scares me.” The woman rolled her eyes and took her mother’s hand so they could both walk out together. But as soon as she reached the door, her litte brother spoke up fast, calling out her name.

“What?” She quickly turned around, raising an eyebrow at a beaming Harry.

“How does my baby look?” He asked.

Laughing, she replied, “so beautiful that you’re gonna start sobbing at the altar.”

That was all it took for Harry to start grinning from ear to ear. His heart was pounding and he had only imagined his bride in his head. How was he gonna stand on his own two feet when he actually watched her walk down the aisle? Of course she had always been the most beautiful princess to him, but today she was gonna be his queen.

But no matter how overjoyed he was, Harry couldn’t help but feel nervous somehow. His hands were shaking and he couldn’t sit at one spot for over a minute. Now he was pacing back and forth in his dressing room, trying to remember his vow when he heard a knock on the door.

“Haz, it’s Ollie! Can I speak to Niall?”

Harry raised an eyebrow, exchanging looks with his best friend who didn’t know why Olivia wanted to speak to him. But Harry told her to come in anyway.

Shyly, the girl entered the room and explained the problem to the groom and his best man. As Harry freaked out because he was afraid Y/N might be sad about the dress, Niall, on the other hand, just fell about. He even joked, “I guess we could say little El was caught red handed!”

Harry immediately smacked him on the arm, causing the blue-eyed man to bounce a step backward, groaning in pain.

“If you think that one hurts, wait until Layla punches you for not bringing her the dress on time.”

“Jesus, you’re right.” Niall quickly grabbed his car key on the table and fled right out of the room. Less than a second later, he poked his head in and told Olivia to stay and assist Harry if he needed anything. Then he was gone in a heartbeat.

Harry and Olivia exchanged awkward smiles behind the closed door as both came to sit down on the couch in the middle of them room, each at one end to stay as far from each other as possible. With her knees together and both hands resting on them, Olivia stole a glance at the man and noticed the tiny notes he was holding.

“Are you...learning your vow?” She asked softly, releasing a slight laugh to lighten up the mood.

“Yeah. I wrote it myself,” he answered with a proud smile.

“Wow.” She chuckled. “May I see it?”

Nodding his head, Harry handed the notes to Olivia, who quickly read through them all, eyes squinted to make out a few words he’d sloppily written in a hurry.

“This is so beautiful, Haz,” she said at last.

“Yeah?” He chuckled slightly, leaning aside as the dimples dug deeper into his cheeks.

“Y/N’s gonna cry,” she said, handing the notes back to him. “I know I would.”

“Thanks.” Harry knew nothing else to say so he inhaled deeply and released a shaky breath. The silence that followed was obviously awkward yet more comfortable than talking about the thing they should talk about, like everything that had gone wrong between them over the years. However, Olivia felt like if they wanted to save their friendship, she should take the initiative to say something now that she had her chance.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted, making him freeze in confusion.

“For what?”

“For...what I did.”

“It was a couple years ago.” He chuckled, putting the note down so he could toy with the rings on his fingers to avoid looking into her eyes. “I don’t even think about it anymore.”

“But...I have been treating you like the same boy I used to know, when you’re not that boy anymore,” Olivia replied with a guilty grin. “I ruined our friendship, Haz. You used to be my second family, my real one actually...Now I’ve got none and it’s all my fault.”

“Don’t say that.” He shook his head. With a bit of hesitation, he thought for a few seconds before reaching out to hold her hand which was gripping the hem of her knee-length dress. “I still care about you. I don’t know if that’s the same way you want me to but...”

“No, it’s...it’s enough. As long as you still care about me, I'm happy.” She put her other hand ontop of his, giving it a squeeze as they held their gaze and shared a smile. It took her a moment to continue, “I’m sorry that things happened the way it did and I cannot be your best man like the promise we made years ago.”

“To be fair, when I made that promise I didn’t think I would ever get married,” he said, rolling his eyes as both of them chuckled. “But look at me now.”

“Yeah.” She sighed happily. “Look at you now...”

Without warning, Ben burst into the room, causing the two friends to rise up at the same time and turned to the breathless man standing with one hand on the doorknob.

“It’s time, boys!” He announced with so much excitement, but the grin on his face faded as he looked from side to side. “Wait, where’s Niall?”

“He came home to get Layla’s dress?” Harry said as Olivia fixed his bowtie again for him and both hurried out of the room.

“What happened to her dress?”

“Long story. Let’s go.”

Ben still lifted an eyebrow but he soon brushed his confusion aside and picked up his pace to catch up with the other two.

“Can I fill in his place?” He elated shouted, making Harry chortle.

“No,” was the answer.

Harry had a dream last night about how his wedding was going to be. He woke up with a bright smile on his face even with the lack of sleep because it was wonderful, truly beautiful. He remembered exactly how he was feeling as he stood at the altar in his dream. The room was full of pink clouds and there was only him standing there and watching his wife walk on the rose petals towards him, a bright smile on her gorgeous face. But even while dreaming, his heart was still beating like a drum and he was shaking with strong emotions.

Now, while standing at the real altar, hands held together as he took a deep breath when the music started to play, his adrenaline tripled and his heart fought to escape from his chest. Because he knew what was happening was real, not just a fantasy anymore. And just a couple seconds more, his beautiful Y/N would walk in and take his breath away.

Harry’s impatience made those seconds felt like hours. His sweaty palms got so uncomfortable that he had to wipe them on his pants when all attention was no longer on him. But no matter how long he really had to wait, that moment did arrive.

The big entrance finally opened wide, and Harry nearly held his breath. The small room with around thirty guests sank to silence. Harry mentally thanked God that they’d decided to have a small wedding because he didn’t have to be distracted by anything else to focus on his wife only.

When he locked eyes with her for the first time at their wedding, it almost felt like the whole world disappeared. Now, reality wasn’t so different from the dream he’d had, just him and her and no one else like from the start. He almost forgot the fact that she wasn’t wearing the fancy wedding dress she loved more than anything in the world, and he believed at that point she didn’t really care either. Time seemed to pause and his brain started showing all the flashbacks from their very first met up to that very moment. Harry had been holding back his tears from the second the music started playing, but now his eyes had welled up and it only took him a second to start sniffing into his palm.

The background song faded out as Y/N took his hand, facing him with tears shimmering in her eyes. He could see his mother blowing her nose in the little handkerchief she always carried around in her purse. Even Layla, whom he’d never seen shed a tear was subtly wiping away the ones running down her cheek as she tried to not let it smudge her mascara.

"Dear friends and family,” the priest began when everyone had settled and the room sank to utter silence. “We are gathered here today to witness and celebrate...”

Harry could barely listen to what the man was saying because right now he only paid attention to his bride. With a Cheshire Cat grin, he mouthed to her "you're beautiful", feeling his own heart flutter when she mouthed back "so are you" with an equally wide smile.

"Psst, Harry...Harry!" Niall slightly tugged on Harry's sleeve to grab his attention, making the couple break their loving eye contact to look at the priest who had one brow raised at the groom.

"Your vow?"

"Oh, shit." Harry quickly covered his mouth as everyone cracked up at his little accident. Blushing, he gave Anne a little wave. "Sorry, mum," he said.

"I'm your favorite child now right?" Gemma whispered to her mother, who could only laugh and urged her son to continue.

Harry held up a finger, asking for a second as he searched in his pockets for the little notes he’d written his vow on. But then he remembered he’d left them all in his dressing room and his eyes nearly popped right out of his head.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N whispered when she saw the look on his face, but her man didn’t have the heart to admit that he was too nervous he couldn’t remember any part of the speech he’d worked so hard on. The anxiety was burning him up just like that time he was waiting for her to come home to finally tell her “I love you” for the first time in person. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to hold one of her hand with both of his and bring it to his chest where his heart was. The voice inside his head told him that to say what he felt, like he was talking to her in private without any witness. The thought had calmed him down quite a bit now.

Eyes locked with hers, Harry cleared his throat and began, “Y/N...you know I’m not good with words so if my vow sucks, please don’t cancel the wedding.” Laughter filled the room, giving Harry more confidence to go on as he gripped her hand tighter and received a reassuring smile in response.

“We officially met the first time in a coffee shop on campus. From the first few words you said to me, I could tell you didn’t like me very much, and I also thought to myself ‘god help me, am I gonna have to live with this person for the rest of my college years?’”

Y/N rolled her eyes as all the guests laughed again.

“But.” Harry shushed them by raising a finger. “I ended up falling madly in love with that girl whom I used to think was the most annoying girl I’d ever met. Now, she’s the most important woman in my life, right next to my mum.”

Gemma suddenly cleared her throat so Harry had to turn and glare right at her.

“And my sister,” he added, receiving a smirk from Gemma as she waved her hand for him to continue.

“Now,” he continued, smiling widely at the girl he loved. “I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with her.”

Someone in the back said “aww” and Layla immediately shushed the woman so her friend could go on.

“Y/N.” Harry exhaled another smile. “I vow to always be patient in our marriage because you’ve always been patient with me. I know it was frustrating to love someone who had no idea what love was until he loved you. But somehow you never gave up on that boy, even though his foolishness often caused you headache and sometimes even made you cry.”

Y/N lifted the bouquet in her other hand to cover half of her face but Harry could see her eyes glistened with tears and that was all it took for him to start crying again. But he still had to finish his vow.

“I know they always said ‘til death do us part’ at weddings, but I don’t want that. If I had a thousand lifetimes, I’d want to fall in love with you again a thousand times, because you’re my soulmate. Baby, I vow to always love you, in this lifetime. And the next. And many after that. All over again. Forever and always.”

As soon as Harry finished his vow, Layla released a sob so loud that got all eyes turned to her. The maid of honor mumbled an apology and looked away so no one could see her cry. Meanwhile, Ben, who was standing right beside Niall, tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "if I were you I would start writing my vow today." The warning caused the best man to anxiously blow up his cheeks and begin to think about what he was gonna say at his own wedding. Layla would never let him live with a vow second to his best friend's.

The priest told Y/N that it was her turn to speak her vow, and the girl exhaled sharply before wiping away her tears.

“Wow.” She breathed. “I thought it’d be easy to beat you at giving an emotional vow but I guess I’ve underestimated you.” Harry shook his head no as the others chortled at her lovely humor. “Okay, here goes...”

The room turned quiet in an instant so the bride could begin.

“I...I know I’ve said I love you so many times before and I bet you already know that. But I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned how much I adore you. Harry, you are such an amazing person, a great man who takes care of the ones he loves, who always know what to say and what to do, who’s good at almost everything,...except for when he’s with Niall.”

“It’s true,” Niall said and Harry shot him a glare, making all the guests roar with laughter.

“And you’ve always been there for me, always loved me, and reminded me that I can be amazing and beautiful and great as anyone else.”

“You are, love,” he mumbled to her and all the others sighed and aww’ed at the same time.

“So I think I must be the luckiest girl on the planet to be standing here with you today.” She sniffed, quickly wiping off the tears at the corners of her eyes before her makeup was ruined. The hand that was holding his had never let go. “Forever after, I vow to always be by your side through it all, to never give up on us and support you no matter what, just like what you’ve been doing for us since day one. I vow to love you with all my heart and always be patient with you, always be true to you, always be loyal.” Then she laughed softly. “I know this may sound silly, but I love to think that we’re made from the same stardust, and when we die we’ll go back to being the same star, because I cannot imagine being with anyone else other than you. I will love you always, from one lifetime to the next. You’re my first love. And I cannot wait to make you my forever. "

“That’s my best friend,” Layla said to the lady at the front row who was sobbing just as hard as she was.

“Rings, Niall!” Harry turned to the best man who was too busy clapping his hands just like everyone else to remember his duty. Hurriedly, Niall pulled out the rings from his jacket, sighing in relief that he didn’t drop them and happily handing the couple their rings so they could put them on for each other.

"And now, by the power vested in me, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now—” Without waiting for him to finish, Harry grabbed Y/N and kissed her hard on the mouth. All the guests rose from their seats to clap their hands and cheered for the newly weds.

"Family and Friends, I present to you for the first time Mr and Mrs. Styles.”

The wedding reception was meant to be a warm dinner between family and friends, but thanks to Niall's brilliant MC skills, everyone ended up moving all the tables and chairs to the sides so they could get up and dance. Y/N had long forgotten where she'd left her heels, now was dancing on bare feet with Layla the the girls in the middle of the room, meanwhile Harry was held back by the men as they kept offering him drinks knowing he could never say no. The parents could only sit on the sidelines and carry on with their conversations about the couple’s future as if they were the ones to decide how it was gonna be.

In a room full of bliss, Olivia had never felt more alone. So instead of standing in the corner the entire time, she quietly snuck out to the main hall for some fresh air while waiting for the celebration to be over. But as soon as she walked through the door, the girl stopped dead in her tracks when seeing the couple in the main lobby.

In the heat of the fight, Jack and his date didn't pay attention to her. Olivia knew it wasn’t right to watch, still she was too curious to walk away. Of course she didn’t know who the woman was and why she was shouting at Jack. But the guy seemed miserable over there, almost making her step forward to interfere. However, she didn’t have to be his hero. Olivia heard Jack say something like a goodbye and an apology. And the woman, now with tears in her eyes, stormed straight to the main exit, leaving him behind with a massive frown upon his face.

Olivia was now torn between walking over there to ask if he was alright, and walking away before he spotted her and thought she was being nosy (which wasn’t exactly false). So she stood still, fidgeting for a few seconds when all of a sudden he turned his head, looking at her straight in the eyes. The girl freaked out and attempted to run, but she bumped into a table by accident and got the hem of her skirt stuck in it.

Jack tried not to laugh as he marched towards the damsel in distress and bent down to get her skirt out of the edge of the table, trying to be careful so he wouldn’t damage the fabric.

“Fuck,” she cursed, but soon noticed his reaction and mumbled a quick apology, making him chuckle.

“You love ruining your own dresses, huh?” He teased, leaving a huge grin on the girl’s face.

“Uhm...I didn’t see you at the ceremony.”

“Yeah...I skipped it on purpose.”

“Because of your girlfriend?”

Her questioned made Jack raise an eyebrow. “I...I don’t know if she was really your girlfriend. I only guessed.”

“She was.” He sighed, lifting his shoulders. “Not anymore. I think you just witnessed our break up.”

“Sorry...”

“It’s okay, Livy.”

Olivia’s face brightened up at the nickname. “Oh you remember my name.”

“Your name is not really hard to remember.”

Jack’s comment was followed up by a fit of laughter which instantly died down as soon as they made eye contact and turned away from each other.

“Why are you out here?” He asked the girl as the silence had become quite awkward.

“Believe it or not,” she said with a sigh. “I don’t have many friends here.”

“It’s a wedding, Livy, not high school.” Jack chuckled and rolled his eyes. “Come in, I’ll be your friend for the night. Then we’ll dance our sorrow away.”

Olivia didn’t know if this man was joking about being sad or he was just very good at hiding his feelings, but maybe a made-believe happiness would work for her right now.

“Just a warning, I’m a terrible dancer,” she told him, laughing slightly.

With a smile, he said, “great, so am I.”

“Jack!”

Y/N waved enthusiastically when she saw her boss, who put on a smile and opened his arms so she could go in for a hug.

That was actually the first proper embrace they’d ever shared, and there was something heart-warming about it, probably because it was different from the time she hugged him as he’d just lost his mother, or the time he held her in the lift as she had a panic attack. It was just a simple hug, which was why it was so special.

“Why weren’t you at the ceremony?!” Her face puckered up as she pulled away, holding his hands. “You missed the best part!”

“Sorry, I was busy.” He smiled, yet she didn’t seem too pleased with his answer.

“You’re always busy.”

The eye-roll she gave him only expanded his grin.

The other day in the lift when they were alone, he almost got weak and told her he loved her. But now, seeing her this happy and full of life, he was glad he hadn’t got a chance to say it. Some things were best kept to yourself.

Jack changed his mind about attending the wedding ceremony at the last minute because he couldn’t imagine how he was going to witness the girl he loved say “I do” and become someone else’s forever. That was why he got into a fight with Maria on the way to the wedding reception. Maria had asked him to tell her the truth, and he did, so she got mad and left. Despite so, he couldn’t think of a better way they could’ve ended the relationship which had been a fail from the start.

Even though he’d never actually thought about coming between Y/N and Harry, it didn’t change the fact that he loved her. He was happy for her, yet he would’ve been so broken had he actually listened to her vow. However, the sad truth about life was how you never got to choose whom you were gonna fall in love with, so if love came, you had to accept love, even if it didn’t come to stay.

Jack now had to accept the fact that he’d fallen in love with someone who was untouchable, and his relationship with Maria had been a mistake. She was just looking for someone to possess, not to love; and he was just looking for someone to help him forget about Y/N. As it turned out, the only way for him to move on was to do let his heart heal on its own and not try to fill the void with something else other than love.

“Wait, where’s the other dress?” Jack asked after pulling away and by the way Y/N kept on giggling, he assumed she was a bit tipsy.

“My niece left two red handprints on my ass.” She laughed, raising her hands to demonstrate the action, cracking him up.

“Well, you still look good in this one.”

“Yeah?” She gave him a smile and twirled around so he could see the motion of the dress. “But honestly I cannot eat because if I do, the zipper might burst. My best friend is super-model skinny.”

Jack didn’t say anything but the smile on his face never faded as he watched her beam grow. Everyone in the room clapped their hands when the upbeat song ended, then all gathered to the middle of the room as Niall announced a slow song for the couples was next.

Y/N looked behind her boss with a confused look as she asked, “where’s Maria?”

“Oh, she couldn’t make it,” he lied, curving his lips into a smile before pointing at Olivia standing by the wall. “But I got myself a new dance partner, don’t worry about me.”

“Oh, good.” Y/N giggled, giving the blonde across the room a little wave as she turned back to Jack. “Also, I’m very happy that you showed up.”

“So am I.” He nodded, holding both of her shoulders firmly. “Congrats, Mrs. Styles.”

“Thank you,” she replied, giving him one last smile as she watched him return to Olivia. Maybe love didn’t have to be a romantic bond between two people. Sometimes, it took form as a bond between two friends, who wanted nothing more than happiness for the other.

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home

“Wifey!”

Y/N turned around just in time Harry crashed into her arms, squeezing all the air out of his wife with that bear hug. She could guess how much he’d drunk because he couldn’t stop giggling like a little boy, and his happiness was so contagious that she couldn’t help but laugh along. She pulled away a bit to hold his face with both hands. His arms tightened around her waist, keeping her pressed against him so he could whisper into her ear, “dance with me.”

You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love

“You finally escaped from the boys, I see.” Her arms came wrapped around his neck to start guiding them to the beat of the song.

“They literally tried to drown me in vodka even after I’d told them I needed to stay sober for you,” he said in annoyance, making her giggle. “If I disappoint you tonight, it’s because I wasted most of my energy on fighting them.”

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word

“You’ve never disappointed me though.”

“Aww that’s the first lie you’ve told me as my wife.”

She smacked him on the arm as both broke into a fit of laughter.

And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

Harry looked around the room and spotted in the far corner Y/N’s two friends from high school John and Violet slow dancing together. John held his pregnant wife like she was the most delicate thing in the world and the sight made Harry’s heart flutter.

“Can’t wait to put a baby inside of you,” he blurted, causing Y/N to guffaw.

“Oh my god, are you gonna replace the word ‘sex’ with ‘putting a baby inside of you’ from now on?”

“No.” He bit back a smile and pinched her side playfully. “I mean, I want to have a baby with you. A little us.”

You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes Strange look on his face

“You’ve been desperate for a baby since you found Treasure though.” She rolled her eyes and joked, “I’m starting to think you married me just to get a human baby.”

“Been wanting to marry you since your brother’s wedding actually.”

Pauses, then says "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was He is in love

His confession caused her to pull away a bit so they could lock eyes with one another. She stroked his cheeks tenderly and traced her fingertips across his pink lips. Smiling, she said, “now that you mention, our first dance was at my brother’s wedding.”

“Yeah, and now we’re dancing at our own. Isn’t that great?”

So it goes You two are dancing in a snow globe, round and round And he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now why they lost their minds And fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life trying to put it into words

“Did you like my vow?” He asked with a smug look on his face because he already knew the answer, but wanting to hear it from her still.

“Wasn’t it already obvious?” She snorted. “I weeped like a baby in front of you and everyone.”

“The only time I was happy that I made you cry.” Harry sighed, stroking her sides gently. “Hey, baby, I just came up with something I should’ve added to my vow.”

Despite already knowing he was going to say something silly, she still nodded and told him to go on. Then with a funny high-pitched voice, he drunkenly sang, “you’re so sexy, you’re so fine. I’m gonna make you mah wife.”

Y/N tossed her head back as she laughed and cupped his face between her palms. “I’m glad you didn’t put that in your vow. I would’ve returned the ring and walked out immediately.”

“You’re regretting this whole thing aren’t you?” He kissed her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N flashed a smile and nodded her head quickly to play along with the joke.

“Instead of going back home after this, let’s go get divorced,” she playfully suggested. The pretentious hurt look on his face got her dying on laughter.

“Okay, but hold on, let me hold my wife a bit longer before she leaves me,” said Harry as he kissed her forehead and pulled her in again, mouth at her ear when he whispered, “love you to the moon and back.”

With butterflies going wild in her stomach, she also told him, “I love you too, forever and always, darling.”

You can hear it in the silence, silence You can feel it on the way home, way home You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

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My True Love Gave to Me

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas! It's still Christmas in my part of the world! I just made it! I hope that you all had a wonderful holiday or even just a great day! This chapter got longer than I wanted it to so feel free to read through it all or just for your favorite couple. Read the title breaks just to preface that portion. Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Traditions (InoShikaCho)

Ino (Christmas Eve- Modern AU)

Ino looked gorgeous as she sauntered down the stairs in a deep purple dress molded tightly to her body.

“Mommy! You look like a princess.” Ino scooped her child up to place an affectionate kiss on his head.

“Thank you, baby. You look very handsome as well.” Her son looked adorable dressed in a deep blue suit complete with a bowtie. Sai grinned as his wife made her way towards him placing a chaste kiss against his lips.

“You’re breathtaking tonight my Love.”

“Thank you Sai, you look quite handsome as well. Not as good as Jin but it was a good attempt.” He just laughed as she teased him before kissing her once more.

“I agree. Let’s go.” As had been their tradition for years on Christmas Eve they always had a romantic dinner. Even after Inojin had been born they continued to include him in their traditions. He seemed to enjoy dressing up and ordering from the adult menu. After dinner, her parents graciously offered to watch Inojin they planned to enjoy some time together looking at the light displays through the city.

The restaurant was warm and inviting filled with couples celebrating the holiday. Inojin was far beyond his years and he was the perfect dinner guest. The family enjoyed their simple dinner together the spirit of the holiday alive and well.

When they returned home they changed Inojin into his festive pajamas before reading him a good night story, his blue eyes fighting to stay open.

“We love you, baby.” Ino told him tucking the sheets around him.

“I love you too Mommy and Daddy.” They both kissed his forehead before shutting the door behind them. They made their way to their room to change into warmer clothing to combat the chill outside.

He held her hand tightly as they gazed at elaborate displays never taking for granted that she’d chosen him. That she loved him in ways that he could never quite comprehend. Their first date had been on Christmas Eve years ago. It was amazing to think about how far they’d come.

Flashback

“Alright, student’s continuing our work on human form we have a live model for you to sketch today. As it is our first time using live models it may be a new experience for many of you but I ask that you do your best.” Sai listened as he prepared his tools. After weeks of drawing bowls of fruit and inanimate objects, a live person would be a welcome change.

That is until she walked in. He was stunned speechless his hands shaking so much that he couldn’t grasp onto his pencils to work.

“Welcome, Ino. Please take a seat in a comfortable position. Students, please get to work.”

“Ino…” His heart continued to beat wildly in his chest as he observed the ethereal creature in front of him. This had to be a dream, someone this beautiful could not actually exist. Her eyes rivaled that of the sky and her hair shined brighter than gold. She seemed to sense his stare and for a brief moment regarded him with a smile before her face returned to its relaxed state.

He continued to stare, daydreams of that smile lingering on him for much longer.

“Alright thank you again Ino, students please leave your work on your easels I’ll collect them after class.” Sai’s eyes widened staring at the blank canvas before him. He’d been so enchanted by her that he failed to draw even a single line. He was going to get a zero on this assignment and yet it was worth it.

His eyes followed her longingly as she exited the class but her gaze shifted for just a second back to him. Before the professor could dismiss the class officially he was out the door following after her.

“Ino!” Surprised he found her just on the other side of the classroom door.

“Take a walk?” He nodded knowing that he’d gladly follow her to the ends of the Earth.

They made their way out towards the quad finding a small bench hidden under a shroud of trees.

“I’m Sai.”

“It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Ino.” She smiled brightly at him taking his outstretched hand in hers.

She had taken the “modeling job” as a favor to her professor. It was awkward and uncomfortable but also worth it to have met the handsome artist sitting next to her. The whole time she was sitting there she had to consciously tell herself to focus on anything else besides him.

Thankfully it wasn’t one-sided.

“Ino, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?” Sai held his breath waiting for her response. He didn’t want to let a chance pass him by. Ino was one of those once in a lifetime loves.

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.” She thought aloud. It was a pretty romantic holiday.

“I know.” She smiled at how sure he was and nodded.

“I'd like that.”

End Flashback

The next morning they watched as Inojin played with his new toys and art supplies.

She twisted the new ring that Sai had given her the night before. Sapphires were embedded in it and on the inside, their names along with Inojin’s had been inscribed.

Sai settled next to her resting his head on her lap. Inojin came over and cuddled up next to his parents. Their family was happy and complete.

Life at times could be very difficult, but having one another to hold onto through it all made it easier.

Shika (Holidays in Suna)

“Uncle!” Shikadai ran as quickly as his little legs could take him towards his uncles. Kankuro laughed picking him up and swung him around.

“How’s my favorite nephew?” The puppetmaster asked affectionately ruffling his hair.

Before he could respond a cloud of sand pulled him towards the Kazekage.

“Hey!” Kankuro protested while Shikadai giggled falling into his redheaded uncle’s arms.

“How’s my favorite nephew?” He asked with a grin.

“Hello, Uncle Gaara!”

“How was the trip?” He asked the couple who had barely made it inside.

“The train is a Godsend, it’s much faster and easier to travel,” Temari explained while directing where their things should go as Shikamaru greeted his brothers-in-law.

He and Temari had some official business to work on but the holiday season was upon them as well, so this was a perfect opportunity to spend time in Suna. His mother would also be joining them to his relief. She’d have two other sons to nag for a few days. The Village Hidden in the Sand came alive this time of the year as everyone prepared for the holidays and festivals had begun. He was grateful that his family would be there to celebrate.

“Welcome home Lord Shikamaru, Princess Temari.” Temari grinned turning towards the gruff voice.

“Still calling me that?”

“Still the Princess?” Baki replied giving her an affectionate hug.

“Grandpa Baki!” Shikadai ran towards his grandfather and it was amazing to see his normally cool exterior melt in the presence of the small child.

“Kankuro you’ve got Shikadai for the afternoon?” Temari asked wanting to get their work done as soon as possible.

“He’s in good hands. Go be boring adults the kid and I will be fine.” Shikadai clapped excitedly at the prospect. They always had a lot of fun together when he was tasked with watching him.

Shikamaru headed off with Garra to the Kazekage’s office while Temari walked with Baki towards the Cypher office and Shikadai remained with his uncle.

“Alright buddy let’s head to the studio we have to finish decorating for tonight.”

“It’s nice to see you so happy,” Baki remarked over tea. They’d finished translating the documents that Temari needed and decided to take a break before all the evening's festivities began.

“Are you getting soft on me?” She asked with a grin.

He just shrugged not the least embarrassed. “Blame it on old age.”

“It's weird...sometimes it still doesn’t feel like it’s my life...I have Shikamaru and Shikadai, there’s peace, my brothers and homeland are safe. They’re all the things I never imagined I could have.” She looked out towards the village as the lights began to dot the landscape

“I’d imagine that this is the world that your mother would have wanted.” Temari’s eyes misted over thinking about her. She prayed that wherever she was Karura was proud of her and the world they fought so hard to create.

Gaara and Shikamaru toasted Sake over finishing their last official business of the year.

“How are things in Konoha?”

“Good, Naruto sends his greetings. The baby is getting bigger and bigger.” Shikamaru grinned remembering the panic-filled state he’d left his friend. Having to go to Suna was a welcomed reprieve away from the father to be.

“Yes, please send my good wishes as well.”

“Have you and Temari considered another child?” Now that Shikadai was getting older he’d been wondering for a while whether the couple was planning on expanding their family.

Shikamaru couldn’t help but sigh. “Truth is as lazy as I was as a child I’d always imagined I’d have a son and a daughter, but convincing her to have Shikadai took a lot of work. I doubt that a second one is in our future but I'm quite content with what we have now but I think she has a hard time believing that.”

Garra nodded not surprised by his sister’s hesitation. Shikadai was a miracle in himself. “I see, I fear the circumstances of my birth have greatly influenced her feelings on the matter.”

Shikamaru took another drink thinking about his Sand Princess. “I’d come to that same conclusion. Ultimately Temari knows her heart and my own. She’ll decide if one day she’d like another child and no matter what I’ll support her.”

“Shikadai! That looks great bud!” Kankuro complimented his nephew. He’d created an elaborate design of lines that were meant to mimic his father’s shadows and his mother’s wind, he then layered colored sand over it.

“This will go right at the entrance.” Shikadai grinned proudly following after him. His Uncle was an incredible artist and he hoped to learn from him. While his parents worked, he had the important job of helping his uncle fill their home with candles and lights.

They decorated alongside other Shinobi filling the usually dim space with color and candles. His parents appeared and he jumped into their arms.

“Mama, daddy! Do you like it?”

“You did an incredible job my little Fawn.” His eyes glowing in the candlelight.

“How about me?” Kankuro asked with a grin.

Temari just shrugged. “I mean it looks fine.”

“Hey! Thank goodness the kid’s not as bitc-”

“Alright, children get ready for dinner.” Baki interjected before a fight could break out.

“Mari? Do you mind coming here for a second?” They were getting ready for the family dinner a new much-loved tradition.

She placed herself into her husband’s open arms straddling his lap. She loved coming home especially because he had a specific set of Suna clothing he wore when he was there. He looked terribly handsome and distracting in it.

“Garra asked about whether we were going to have another child.” Shikamaru told her bluntly. This had been wearing on his heart for a while and this holiday was all about celebrating new beginnings. It was time to put this issue to rest.

“Oh?” Temari began to feel herself panic which he noticed and so he began to rub her back comfortingly.

“It got me thinking. I just want you to know that I'm happy and content with what we have. Whether we have another one or it is just us three I’m happy for it. I don’t want you to think for a moment that I'd need anything more.”

She was surprised at where this conversation was going. “Shika…”

“You're an incredible wife to me and mother to Shikadai. You’re still the fierce and cruel kunoichi that I fell in love with. I love you and the family we’ve built. But don’t be afraid of your past or the monsters that may haunt them. You’re so much stronger. Don’t ever let that be the reason you don’t have what you want.”

She nestled her head against his chest her tears littering his coat. For as strong and fierce as she was she was still haunted by demons and ghosts of the past. She loved Shikadai and at times longed for another child but still, the memories of her mother and father had a stranglehold on her. She knew that Shikamaru had wanted a daughter. To know that he was happy with their family as it was helped remove some of the anxiety she was holding on to.

“I love you Shika.” She kissed him as the light from tiny candles glowed around them.

He placed an affectionate kiss on the top of her head holding her flush against him. He wished that he could fight those shadows that surrounded her heart but he’d be right there with her as he’d always been in battles. “I love you too Princess.”

That night they celebrated together, a family that could have never existed years ago. Temari looked fondly at those seated around the table her heart full and complete. Shikamaru squeezed her hand with a grin before placing a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“Happy?”

Her teal eyes shimmered brightly. “Yes.”

Cho (I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)

For as long as she could remember her dad always dressed up as Santa Claus. He’d be the guest star at family parties delivering gifts to delighted kids. He would listen to her list the hundreds of things that she wanted. That was years ago and she’d learned the truth behind Santa Claus. Yet, he still insisted on dressing up.

ChouChou made her way down the stairs quietly confused by the sight.

She groaned seeing her mother kiss her dad who was dressed up in that horrendous red suit.

She was thankful that he wasn’t in full gear tonight rather he wore a red hoodie with white fur around the trim. Despite her mortification, she couldn’t help but smile hearing her mother laugh as their arms wrapped around each other. With a grin, she walked back upstairs to give them their moment.

She made her way to where her grandparents were staying. She loved when they visited because they would shower her with affection and treats. She’d get away with a ton of things that she wouldn’t have if they weren’t there. They didn’t blink an eye when she crawled in between them.

Chouza and his wife sat there amused as ChouChou made herself comfortable.

“Oba-Chan, Oji-Chan why does daddy still insist on dressing up as Santa.”

Her grandpa got a thoughtful look on his face before responding. “I think because he remembers how happy it made you. Your eyes would light up so bright when he wore that suit that wearing it year after year makes him remember that feeling. Besides, even if Santa isn’t real the spirit of it is. Of being good, kind and giving. It’s a nice reminder of that.

ChouChou could accept that explanation and it was actually quite sweet. During this time her father would volunteer as Santa at the hospital and deliver presents to the kids that couldn’t be home for Christmas. She would help as the cute Christmas Elf and loved seeing the smiles on those kids' faces. Even now at family parties, he’d still dress up sending all the kids into an excited panic. Her mother too, for her typically stern and strict disposition, seemed to light up seeing her husband in such a silly get up.

“He’s a good daddy.” ChouChou whispered sleepily.

Her grandparents nodded thankful for their wonderful family and holiday traditions.

“You look ridiculous,” Karui told her husband but the smile on her face took away some of the bite of her statement.

“You love it.” He replied wrapping his arms around her.

“I love you , that’s two very different things.” Chouji adored the joy in her honey eyes.

“You know ChouChou knows Santa isn’t real right.”

“Yes, but your husband doesn’t know that.” Karui couldn’t help but laugh and smiled at the innocent twinkle in his eye. Her husband could be far too sweet and would be insistent on her experiencing certain things that she should have as a kid.

Her hands went to grip the soft fur trim around his hood to pull him into a kiss as warmth flooded her body. Chouji had been her personal Santa since they’d been together. Doing all he could to ensure that she had everything that she could have wished for.

“I love you, Honey.”

“I love you too sweet girl.”

Chapter 1: Mistletoe (Shikamaru/Temari)

Chapter 2: Snow (Chouji/Karui)

Chapter 3: Fire (Sai/Ino)

Chapter 4: Peppermint (Shikamaru/Temari)

Chapter 5: Cookies (Chouji/Karui)

Chapter 6: Lights (Sai/Ino)

Chapter 7: Deer (Shikamaru/Temari)

Chapter 8: Presents (Chouji/Karui)

Chapter 9: The List (Sai/Ino)

Chapter 10: Matching Sweaters (InoShikaCho)

Chapter 11: Traditions (InoShikaCho)

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xshatteredreflectionsx · 4 years

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Morgan was awoken by someone repeatedly slapping their cheek. They blinked the sleep away and rubbed at their eyes. They didn’t remember when they had fallen asleep, but this chair was surprisingly comfy.

“Don’cha know it’s rude ta fall asleep when someone invites you for an interview?”

The jovial, slurring tone shocked Morgan the rest of the way awake. Sitting in the chair next to him was a familiar face. Dark pink hair, bubblegum-pink moustache, pressed yellow shirt, rainbow suspenders and… no pants. Why was he not wearing any pants? “I’m only filed from the waist up,” Wilford explained cheerfully. Besides, who needs pants when your calves are this beautiful?” He lifted one of his legs onto the arms of his chair and wiggled his toes. “They’re so smooth; feel ‘em.”

Morgan looked down at the leg (he was wearing sock suspenders but not pants?), then up to Wilford. The reporter had an open-mouth grin and was wiggling his eyebrows enticingly. Morgan reached out to touch the skin of his leg, but the back of their hand was slapped sharply. “Ya took too long. Th’ moment’s gone now.” Wilford said grimly. He withdrew his leg, using his big toe to wave goodbye.

Loud, jovial music blared over an unseen loudspeaker before Morgan could even begin to question anything. Wilford adjusted his bowtie, gave his moustache a good wiggle, and looked sideways at Morgan. “Time ta get started. Smile for the camera and give a good show, would ya? People on the internet are readin’ this.” Wilford winked towards the reader and gave them a set of finger guns, click included.

The curtains of the stage were drawn open with uproarious fanfare, and Morgan was blinded by the light.

———-

“Come ‘ere. Come ‘ere, come ‘ere. Lemme see. That’s…” Morgan could feel Yancy prodding at their face. When his fingers brushed their nose, they hissed in pain. Yancy sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Oooh, yeah. That’s broke real good. Well, don’t ya worry; I’ve done this a million times. Jus’… brace youse’s self, aight? On three. One… two…” The popping sounds were nothing compared to the sharp pain that blossomed from Morgan’s nose as Yancy snapped it back into place. Reflectively, they tried to scoot away from him. “ ‘ey, ey. Wigglin’ will jus’ make it worse.” Yancy put a hand on Morgan’s shoulder to keep them still. A few more well practiced pushes and squeezes, and Yancy finally pulled his hand away. “ ‘s not gonna heal perfect, but what can youse do?”

Morgan nodded glumly, re-adjusted the bag of frozen peas over their face. Their decision to remain in prison did come with perks, they would admit. But even despite Tiny’s bi-weekly book club, or Happy Trails Tap and Musicals for Society’s Rejects, at the end of the day a prison was still a prison. Not everyone could be won over by masterfully choreographed song and dance numbers. Something that the newest inmate wasted no time in expressing. For such a little guy he had a wicked right hook, as Morgan’s face had learned the hard way. To hear the rest of the family tell the story, Yancy had gone absolutely ape-shit and beaten the daylights out of the new guy. He had gotten solitary, but it was a slap on the wrist compared to the other guy.

“Look on the bright side, ah? You had your first prison brawl! Youse is really one’a us now. We jus’ gotta get Sparkles McGhee to get you some badass tats, and it’ll be like youse have been ‘ere for years.”

Blearily, Morgan held their wrist out to Yancy, where the small tattoo of an adorable cartoon box was printed onto their skin. Identical to the one Yancy had on the column of his neck. Yancy clicked his tongue. “C’mon, Mores, we can do better than that. Trust me, Sparkles is a magician with that needle a’his. Even if you will be sore for weeks after.”

Morgan smiled, despite the pain in their cheeks. They managed to mouth a thank you, despite their swollen lips. Yancy looked down and rubbed the back of his neck.

“’Ey, don’t even mention it. Youse a part’a the gang now, and I takes care of my boys… and goils… and people who don’t conform to genders.”

Morgan gave another smile and slid off the table Yancy had propped them up on, they swayed uneasily in space, but he was there to keep them steady. “Watch it. Blows to the head are never fun.” Upon noticing just how closely they two were to each other, Yancy put an arm’s distance between them, smoothing back his hair then rubbing his neck. “Youse gonna be okay gettin’ back to youse’s cell?”

Morgan gave them a thumbs up before carefully making their way back to their cell. The cook would just have to deal with the fact there was a bag of peas missing.

———-

Life on the sea had been everything those pirate books said they would be: Pillaging, raiding, avoiding the Coast Guard, mooning the Coast Guard, singing sea shanties, and rallying the entire crew against a single seagull. In their defense, that seagull was probably possessed by one, if not several, demons judging from the way it went for the eyes. Oh, and it had also twisted its head all the way around and its caw sounded like a monster from hell so, yeah, probably several demons. Poor Timmy still had nightmares.

And yet, despite the adventures and the treasure and the spiffy new outfit, Morgan found themself distracted by thoughts of home. Since they were a wanted criminal in several countries, they couldn’t exactly go home for Thanksgiving dinner. They couldn’t even go back to tell Chica her father had died because a pirate captain threw an anchor on him. The little Beepus was probably beside herself with worry. Maybe Morgan could convince the crew to get her? And of course there was the man, and myth, the idiot himself; Mark Iplier. Sure he was loud, and impulsive, and had gotten them into a life of piracy to begin with, but he had still been a good friend. His idea of what a good date was sucked, and he had once dragged Morgan across state lines to get Cracker Barrel, but there was heart there.

The sound of Captain Magnum’s tree-stump feet rumbling across deck could probably be heard for miles. Morgan straightened up respectfully upon hearing his approach. Even if they were his First Mate/honorary adopted child, a captain was still a captain.

“There ye be, ah- don’t you be getting’ all formal with me. Yer me First Mate!” Captain Magnum smiled jovially as he finally made it up the last step after some struggle. He had to practically bend himself in half to get his mouth even remotely close to Morgan’s ear. He cupped a hand around his mouth “Ye didn’t hear this from me, but yer me favorite.” He straightened himself out and tugged on his overcoat, trying to look nonchalant. “I couldn’t help but hear that ye’ve been a bit... melancholic. What’s ailin’ ya?”

Morgan worried on their lower lip. They could say that it was the seasickness getting to them, but Captain Magnum would probably see right through them. Slowly they pulled out their journal and quill, licked the tip, and wrote their response. Captain Magnum pulled out of half-moon reading glasses as he read what Morgan had showed him, mouthing the words under his breath. “Ah, I get’cha.” He said, tucking his glasses away. He wrapped an arm around Morgan’s shoulder, or as best as he could with the impressive height difference. “Every one of these salty barnacles has felt a touch homesick. Even yer proud, fearless Captain. And yes, even I know the pain of losing a friend to a tragic anchor accident.” Captain Magnum looked out to the sea, eyes misting over as he lost himself to the memory. He shook his head and pulled a spot of rum out from his belt. “A toast, to the homes we left behind and the people we’ve lost.” He pulled the stopper out with his teeth and spat it somewhere above Morgan’s head carelessly.

(“My eye! The seagull is back! Lord help us all!” Timmy wailed.)

Captain Magnum took a hearty swig, draining nearly half the bottle, before relinquishing it to Morgan. Feeling like it would be bad karma if they didn’t finish what was left; they drained the rest of the rum in two large swigs. The Captain smiled and patted their back, the force nearly knocking them over, but it was the thought that counted. “Now then,” Captain Magnum took the bottle back and tucked it into his belt (they would never throw glass in the ocean; they were pirates, not animals). “Back to work with ye! This ship ain’t gonna run itself, lads!”

Startled by Captain Magnum’s abrupt shift from paternal to stern, Morgan slapped their forehead in a sloppy salute and dashed off back to work.

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The darkness was cold and oppressive. It pressed against Morgan on all sides like it was trying to compact them down into tiny little particles. The oppressive atmosphere wasn’t helped by the Entity they found themselves face to face with. His clean, pristine white suit stood out against the darkness like a beacon, but it was anything but hopeful. If anything, it made the particles of angry red and shocking blue all the more prevalent. Despite the Entity’s calm façade, Morgan could see reality (if this could indeed be called as such) bleed reds and blues and grays at the corners of their vision.

“You look like you have something to say,” The Entity said, his tone almost intrigued. Reality shifted, and he was sitting at a polished desk in an overstuffed chair. He leaned back and steepled his fingers, black eyes seeming to pierce right though Morgan. They had to wonder if it was even really them they were speaking to. “Go on,” A red afterimage glitched into existence, glaring hotly. A blue one flickered into view, its gaze inquisitive. Both were gone the next time Morgan blinked.

They finally uncurled their fingers from around the strap of their heist bag, willed their hands to stop shaking, and signed:

“We’ve been here before. Haven’t we?”

If the Entity was surprised, he didn’t show it. He leaned forward, hands folded on the desk, and looked into Morgan’s eyes for what felt like the first time since this started. His eyes flashed crimson, then cobalt, then back to black. “Interesting. Tell me, what makes you say that?”

“It was… faint at first. Flashes of… stuff” Morgan’s eyebrows pinched together as they struggled to collect their thoughts. Their head throbbed, and they could practically feel their memories crumbling to dust. Like someone far greater then themself was selectively picking which ones they wanted Morgan to keep. “But I do remember. You, the box, this heist; all of it.”

“So it is different this time…” The Entity mused, more to himself than to Morgan. He shook his head. “Well done. If I didn’t know that you’ll let the veil be pulled back over your eyes sooner or later, I’d congratulate you on not being completely hopeless.”

The Entity picked up the box that had materialized on his desk, looking over the intricate carvings. He scoffed, like it was irrelevant, and set it back down on the desk. It sounded more like the distant, ominous rumbling of thunder than it did wood meeting wood. Flakes of reality drifted from the box and onto the Entity’s suit, which he brushed away with a disgusted grimace. “None of it is worth it. Not what’s in this box, nor whatever game he’s playing; but I’m wasting my time. Come the next cycle, you’ll forget all this happened.” He glanced up at Morgan and slid the box across the desk to them. “Our time is up.”

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#a heist with markiplier #a written record (stories and drabbles)#madman with a familiar face (wilford)#golden hearted convict (yancy)#Guess I’m his child now (Captain Magnum)#The Demon (Darkiplier)#There was a bit with Illinois but I wanted to stick with endings that were actually endings #he just kinda saunters off #Fourth Wall? Wilford’s never even heard of the first three #Yancy and y/n have matching Tiny Box Tim tattoos and that’s adorable

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Killers and Deep Closets

CH 8: The Rescue

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This is my first fic, and it's based on the World created within my favorite Sanders Sides ask blogs, @ask-creativitwins , @ask-the-left-brains , @ask-the-sanders-dads , and @ask-remy-and-picani. Fish is Deciet and Remus's child (kindof-).

WARNING (theres a lot this chapter): lots of descriptions of violence, blood, weapons, lots of screaming and crying, stabbing, mentions of scars from torture, whipping.

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Roman and Remus happened to know someone in town who would be able to provide them with outfits, and soon they were all dressed for the ball. Remus, Roman, Deceit, and Remy were all wearing masks to help make them less recognizable. Virgil was wearing elaborate makeup as well, per his request. Logan switched his usual glasses to a more whimsical pair.

For the most part, they all wore similar suits, with embellishments to help set them apart and make themselves recognizable to the others in the group. Romans had the most gold and silver accents, with a red vest. His brother was similar, sticking with mostly silver accents and an emerald green bowtie. Everyone found it odd, but Deceit had opted to ditch the hat, fearing that he would be more recognizable if he wore it. The rest of his outfit was similar to his normal one, just a little fancier. Virgil had trouble leaving his hoodie behind, but Roman promised that it would be returned to him once everything was over. Logan's was the simplest, a simple black suit with a navy shirt underneath, and a light blue tie. Once everyone was ready, they set out for the castle.

Having already been on the path to the castle before, remy leads the way. Remus and wasn't far behind him, quickly catching up to him. Remy glanced over before nudging him gently.

"How are you holding up?" He asked, receiving a shrug in response.

"I'm nervous... I really hope that we aren't wrong about this. If we are, this could get messy fast." he says, and Remy nods. Their conversation is cut short when they approach the gates. They get into the ball without any issues, and Remy holds back how impressed he is with the grand room. Everyone immediately separates, Remy deciding to stay closer to Logan while Remus and Deceit go in one direction and Roman and Virgil another.

Remy doesn't realize how nervous he is, until Logan places a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring look. He takes a deep breath and continues keeping an eye out for Fish. Suddenly a bell sound comes from the front of the room, drawing everyone's attention.

"Now introducing, Baroness Magnolia and her heir, Lairde Iasc."

Remus and Dee happened to be closest to the front of the room. Remus growled quietly when Magnolia came out wearing an extravagant black dress. They both gasped when the next figure walked through the door, and Remus almost ran over right then, and there had Dee not grabbed his arm.

Fish had on a long red dress, with long sleeves and hair pulled into a low bun. The part that made Deceit almost cry out was when they turned and revealed the low back of the dress. From where they were standing, they could see the long marks on their back from the lashings they've received, not yet scarred over. Dee let out a shaky breath, his grip on Remus's arms tightening.

Fish turned to face the rest of the room, eyes closed. After a moment, they open them, revealing their bright red eyes. Based on the quiet, distant growl he heard, Dee could guess that Roman was reacting similarly to Remus. If Remus could kill someone with his stare, the Dragon Witch would have been dead ten times over. Not to say that Deceit wasn't furious too, but no one had long to dwell on their thoughts as Magnolia spoke.

"Good evening, my friends. Tonight is an extraordinary night, in that i have finally chosen an heir. I present you, your future leader, Lairde Iasc!" they exclaim, and the room erupts in applause as Fish Curtsies to the crowd. Once the room quiets down again, the witch continued.

"Now, 6 of you have been chosen to assist in the official coronation. Guards, grab those who have been chosen, and escort everyone else out of the castle," she says with a smirk.

Suddenly grabbed by the arm, Remus quickly looks around to find that the others had also been 'chosen,' and he silently cursed, realizing that they had fallen for her trap. His arms were tied together behind him, as the others received a similar treatment. They were all dragged to the middle of the room once all of the guests had left, and were forced to their knees. Throughout all of this, Fish seemed to be calm, as though they didn't know who they were. This broke Remus's heart more than it already was.

Deceit wasn't too surprised about the coronation being a trap, but that didn't make this any more pleasant. He looked down the line to find that Remus and Roman were baring their teeth at the witch, while Virgil and Remy were attempting and failing to hide the fact that they were terrified. Logan was hard to read, but Dee had a feeling he was berating himself for falling for this. Dee looked up, but instead of looking at the witch, he looked past her and at Fish.

Fish's bright red eyes stared right back, lacking any sort of recognition. Something in Dee seemed to break as his shoulders sank. 'Are they really gone?... Are we too late?' He couldn't help but think. His attention was pulled away as the Dragon Witch spoke, now realizing she had moved closer.

"Now, who should go first..." she said, walking down the line. She stopped when she got to Deceit, and grinned down at him, causing his blood to run cold.

"You. Bring him forward and bring me the dagger," she commanded, turning on her heel and walking back toward Fish. Deceit was suddenly pulled to his feet and shoved roughly forward, Remus immediately fighting against the guards in an attempt to get to him. Dee managed to look back at him and flashed a reassuring smile, causing Remus to sink in his panic. Deceit was shoved to his knees again in front of the witch, who bent down and took off his mask and tossed it aside.

A servant ran forward, holding a dagger with an intricate, emerald green handle. Magnolia picked it up carefully, and held it for a moment, before turning toward Fish.

"Lady Iasc, you are to take this dagger and kill this man however you please." Fish takes the dagger and walks slowly over to Deceit. Remus was screaming, begging for the guards to let him go, to take Dee’s place. The others are yelling as well, Roman fighting against his bonds just as much as Remus.

Fish looked away from Deceit and scanned the line of people. When their eyes landed on the sobbing Remus, their eyes widened slightly, almost as though they were afraid, not of Remus but just... afraid. Deceit saw this, and this gave him a little bit of hope that their kid was still there. He decided to try something and prayed it would work. Fish's attention was ripped from Remus as Dee started to talk.

"My little sea star..." he started, "You are so strong, and I am so proud of you, little one, and i wish that we had been a little faster in getting to you. No matter what happens, I want you to know that none of it is, was, or ever will be your fault. I love you, sweetheart. Do what you need to. No one will blame you." He gives them a small, forgiving, and accepting smile and closes his eyes.

Fish stares at him for a moment, before raising the dagger to cut across his chest. Remus started sobbing harder, realizing he was unable to stop this. Everything seemed to stop for a moment before Fish moved rapidly.

Dee stayed still, with his eyes closed, waiting for the pain. When He heard a chorus of gasps behind him, he tentatively opened his eyes, his breath catching at what he saw.

Instead of striking Deceit, Fish had turned and threw the knife at the Dragon Witch, but at this close of a range, it was hard to aim, and ended up hitting the wall beside her. Everything was still again before the witch stalked forward in rage. At the same time, Logan jumped up, taking the guard holding him down out, having undone the bindings on his wrist. He quickly took out Romans as well, and the rest of the guards scattered. Logan undid the bindings on the others after releasing Roman, while the latter ran forward.

"YOU INSOLENT CHILD!" the witch screamed, stalking forward and grabbing onto Fish harshly. She threw them towards the wall, and pulled a whip out from behind her back, flicking her wrist toward them. They shielded their face and braced for the impact, but it never came. They opened their eyes and saw Roman standing in front of them, tight hold on the whip. Magnolia yanked on the whip, sending him sprawling to the floor. He quickly rolled away to avoid being hit by the whip as Remus ran over and undid the bandages holding Dee’s arms before preparing to help his brother.

Roman glanced at Fish before returning his gaze to the witch, drawing his sword. "Go to Logan Remy and Virgil, Fish. Now." Fish stared for a moment, before starting toward the three, basically collapsing into Logan when they got there, the others quickly surrounding them protectively

Deceit didn't go far, opting to summon a staff and start circling the witch with the twins. With a flick of her wrist, she had slammed Roman and Deceit into the walls, and for a minute or two, both were unconscious. Remus was also tossed aside but was able to stay awake. he stood on unsteady legs, having lost his morning star, he didn't have anything to protect himself when the Dragon Witch pulled the emerald dagger out of the wall and approached him. he closed his eyes as she prepared to stab him

Fish was watching from the side, and when the witch in front of Remus with the dagger, everything slowed down. they don't remember standing, but they knew they were moving toward Remus as fast as possible. They knew the others were shouting at them, but all they could think is that they had to help. they moved between the witch and Remus, and pain Blossomed in their stomach, their eyes widen when they realize what happened. the witch pulls the knife away again, and Fish stumbles before the world falls away, hearing their papa call out for them.

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"FISH NO!" Remy shouted when they had suddenly stood up, sprinting toward Remus. They all tried to grab them, barely missing them. Everything seemed to freeze when the witch thrusted the dagger forward and Fish got in between.

Remus heard the shouting and opened his eyes in time to see Fish slide in front of them, but before he could say anything, the dagger had been pulled away and they had started collapsing.

"FISH!"

He moved quickly, catching them before they hit the floor. It was like the world was crashing down on him as he held them, desperately trying to get them to wake up. Deceit and Roman stirred, and stood, holding their heads. Roman was the first to look up to see the Dragon witch standing over Remus and Fish, dagger raised. He rushed forward and blocked the blade with his sword, and faced the Dragon witch on his own. When Dee looked up, it was like someone had punched him, air leaving him as he sprinted toward them, sliding to his knees next to them.

As soon as he had snapped out of the shock of what had happened, Logan ran forward with Virgil and Remy in tow. Logan tried to coax remus to let go of Fish enough that he could help them, while Virgil picked up Remus's morning star. Remy picked up Dee's staff, and they looked at each other, nodding before running over to help Roman. Between the three of them, the dragon witch wouldnt be waking up for a long time.

Remus was finally able to let Logan help Fish, and Logan did what he could. Without bandages, he ended up using a part of their dress to try and seal the wound. When the others Were finished, Virgil pulling Roman off of the witch, Logan looked up at them.

"We need to get back as soon as possible. Is there any way to move the entrance to the imagination here, or at least closer? " he asked, and Roman thought for a moment.

"I can't move it in here, but i can move it to just outside the castle gates. that's as close as i can get it," he explained, and Logan nodded.

"do it."

Roman closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment. He looks exhausted when he opens them again, and Virgil moves to support him as he begins to sway.

"all... Alright, it's there..."Logan gives him a small smile.

"thank you. Now lets- whats the-- oh yes i believe its 'Let's blow this popsicle stand' is the right phrase." this made Virgil snicker a little and nod.

"yup. let's get outta here."

Remus carefully picks Fish up, and Logan leads the way, while Roman takes the rear. They quickly made their way through the castle. The door was exactly where Roman said it would be, and Virgil held the door for everyone. Roman took one more look at the castle, before following everyone else through the door.

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JESUS CHRIST. Alright, they've got Fish! See yall next chapter! Love y'all!

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What I love and hate About Moffat’s Doctor Who

Much like I did for RTD’s Era, I will be listing my What I love and hate about Moffat’s Doctor Who.

What I love

Eleven. Ten will forever be my Doctor but Eleven has a special place in my heart! I will always remember him in my heart, I will cherish the memories I had that he was The Eleventh Doctor, I will always remember his epic sense of fashion, his triumphs and sad moments, his eccentric childishness both as him and as a way to trick you and then you realize Eleven is truly terrifying. I will always remember Eleven as The Doctor!

Twelve. I love Twelve. He may have had some poorly written episodes given to him, but Capaldi still handled it like the professional he is. Twelve brought back the sternness of One and the dark manipulator of SevenI Capaldi’s ability to portray the extremes of human emotion make him, perhaps, one of the most skilled and diversely talented actors to take on the role. One of the most joyously mesmerising facets of Capaldi's interpretation of the role is the level of sincerity and gravitas with which he approaches every scene - it doesn't matter if the Doctor is being funny, Capaldi plays the Doctor with a sense of naturalism and realism which has breathed new life into the part. While Smith and Tennant each had a wonderful sense of humour in the role, Peter has taken the opportunity to play the straight-man when it comes to scenes involving a degree of comedy, making the Doctor all the more funny for it. I also love Twelve because I liked the fact that his sheer introduction brought back the idea that older actors (and now actresses) can play the character. Having been a lifelong fan himself, Capaldi would have accepted the role knowing full well that his life would never be the same again. Aside from this willing acceptance of the renown that comes with the role, Peter seems to be one of the warmest and most genuine actors to adopt the guise of the Time Lord. He regularly speaks warmly and at length of the entire history of the programme, not just the series since he joined. His knowledge and passion for the shown and it's fans is truly moving as Capaldi is regularly warm and inviting to those fans that speak to him in the street. Some actors can be somewhat short with their fans, especially if they're having a tough day, but Peter seems to be welcoming and charming regardless of the circumstances. In short, he's nothing shy of the perfect ambassador for the show. The Doctor was indeed in safe hands and we will miss Peter dearly.

Moments like The end scene of Vincent And The Doctor and Twelve’s brilliant anti-war speech in The Zygon Inversion.

Amy Pond and Rory Williams I loved Amy and Rory. Amy Pond is an incredibly layered, wonderful, and flawed character. She is brave and independent, she is scared of abandonment and commitment, she is rude and yet compassionate. She has a knack for creative problem-solving and can make connections other people can’t, whether it is realising the truth about the star whale or figuring out how to defeat the Weeping Angel.She has had a difficult life, but Amy is always changing and growing, as she holds onto the contradictory pieces that make up her own histoy. We watch her learn to love and to trust. We see her struggling with keeping up with both her travels with the Doctor and the normal life she comes to value. She experiences joy and loss and she just lives, passionately.What is so exceptional about Amy’s ending isn’t that she chooses Rory; she likely would have made the same choice two seasons earlier. But for the first time it feels like a decision that she can be happy with. Because she no longer is “the girl who waited” - and the Doctor didn’t keep her from growing up, he just became part of her story to get there. Rory is awesome. He’s one of my favorite companions ever, despite being on and off at times because of small things like being dead. Rory is smart, cool, actual husband material, and he keeps The Doctor humble. I adore their relationship. Amy and Rory loved each other. Their relationship is what made series 5 and 6 great. Beautiful soulmates and The Ponds are beautiful. I think my favorite part about the Eleventh Doctor, Amy, and Rory’s time together was the fact that most of the other companions in New Who were always talked down to. Not that the Doctor didn’t respect them. He did, immensely. But he was always the one to explain something, always the one looking smart, always the leader, always the one saving the day. But in the case with the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, the Ponds were the ones figuring things out and saving the day while the Doctor tripped as he tried to simultaneously put on a bowtie and eat a fishstick. And that’s beautiful.

Clara Oswald Clara Oswald is a perfectly ordinary sweet natured girl, who’s compassionate and caring, who has shown herself to be quite independent on several occasions, who takes care of children simply because she knows perfectly well what they are going through, and saved the Doctor on so many occasions just out of the goodness of her heart. Clara Oswald is a scared but very clever girl, who becomes very good at playing the most dangerous of situations to get advantage and gets addicted to that thrill. From the beginning, she parallels the Doctor, with her whole era basically being a female Doctor origin story.

Bill Potts. Bill was wonderful. Finally, a companion who is not a forced plot device, Bill is finally a companion who is special just because The Doctor considers her special cause she’s The Doctor’s friend. Bill is a proud gay woman of color. Her introduction is brilliant, hella adorkable, Has immense respect for the Doctor without ever defining herself around him like so many other companions, strong and stands up to him without ever seeming condescending or ‘you may be the Doctor but I know you better than you know yourself’ and all the slapping him. The Doctor and Bill have the healthiest Doctor/Companion dynamic. Has a clear inferiority complex but never takes it out on the people around her. Her first reaction to seeing depressed Heather is to sit down and ask her what’s wrong, because that’s what she feels is right. Basically so incredibly kind and selfless to everybody. I love Bill so much

The Paternoster Gang. Anytime Vastra, Jenny and Strax are on screen, it’s instantly gold. A trio of associates to the Time Lord who didn't have hokey origins or contrived resurrections. They emerged fully formed and unexplained; Vastra was a lizard serial killer, Jenny was her servant/lover and Drax made some funny jokes about not being able to understand human biology.

Missy Michelle Gomez was so deliciously and hammy evil. I loved every moment she was on screen, it’s a shame The Doctor Falls ruins it. In her first two appearances she was firmly established herself as a force to be reckoned with. Suffice to say, you wouldn't want to meet this renegade Time Lord in a dark alley. She'd sing "Oh Missy you're so fine" and then obliterate you on sight. After taking a selfie with you, of course. Plus Missy always looks her best when she’s ready to destroy the world! When she gets her lipstick out, you know that something rather unfavourable is about to hit the timey-wimey fan. Anyone can kill someone but it takes a special sort of person to do it with as much attitude as Missy. After all, if you're not going to zap someone to death looking your best, you might as well not do it at all. It's rule one, guys. Though I do wish they just called her The Master. If Moffat doesn’t think she couldn’t keep calling herself The Master, I’m pretty sure he’d rename Thirteen The Nurse.

Simm!Master’s glorious return! Simm!Master returned and it was perfect! It was both what the fans of Classic Master wanted and what Simm wanted. John Simm always wanted to play a dark and evil Master, it was RTD who wanted Simm to play a dancing and giggling lunatic who acted like Frank Gorshin’s Riddler on crack. Pure and utter hatred for The Doctor and no regard for anyone but himself. Absolutely glorious. It’s just a shame that Simm!Master will not return and an even bigger shame that the surprise of Simm!Master’s return was spoiled by the trailer and bad make up and inability to hide Simm’s voice.

The Guest episodes in RTD’s era and the new monsters. All the guest episodes are great. Moffat is good at writing monsters. Moffat is responsible for creating the best monsters in New Who. The Weeping Angels, The Empty Child, Vashtra Narada and The Silence were all good. The sad part is Moffat is good at writing guest episodes.

What I hate

Plots that go nowhere and abandoning established ideas for his plots and just making up as he goes along. Moffat tends to introduce plots and either never intends to go back or explain them or abandons them altogether. In series 5, it’s introduced that Th Alliance, a group of The Doctor’s worst enemies all worked together to put The Doctor in the Pandorica, who brought them altogether, when and how are they joined together and when are they gonna return? Never brought up again....Okay? When we all heard “Silence Will Fall” it gave us a sense of wanting more. And in the series 5 when River went to Amy’s house in The Pandorica part 1 ending, I saw Omega symbols everywhere. This led me to believe that Omega is tied into the cracks in the universe and The Silence and maybe we would see Omega in series 6 and maybe The Silence were created by Omega. It never happens. The Silence are a religious order. It STILL could’ve worked because there were STILL Omega symbols all over in A Good Man Goes To War. And once again, nothing, I don’t know if Omega was ever planned to return but something was dropped. Moving on. I thought that the reason why The Doctor’s name was shown to be this terrible thing in New Who is because The Doctor used his real name to Timelock The Time War and saying it would unleash The Time War on the universe and...his name is dropped like it’s nothing. The Silence with a flip of a hat decide to join The Doctor despite it being their goal to kill him because...reasons. So glad that was resolved so easily. How did The Doctor and Clara escape The Doctor’s timestream? Never addressed. John Hurt’s character. I always thought he was gonna be The Other considering the 50th was coming up and it might be the Cartmel Masterplan. He’s a Doctor between 8 and 9 and was the one who fought in the Time War? Okay. Okay when Missy started appearing and when she talked about Clara “I chose you well” I got the hint that who this big bad was, that she created Clara to use against The Doctor, this led me to believe that Missy was The Rani. “Oh she’s the Master, but instead of calling her The Master we call her Missy now”....kay? The Master chose their name like The Doctor, I’m pretty sure they would not change it because The Master changed genders, but whatever. The Hybrid. Something so horrible that The Doctor left Gallifrey “it was The Doctor and Clara” are you fucking kidding me? Oh it gets better, The Doctor doesn’t even care that he found Gallifrey, all he wanted was Clara back despite Clara being content with dying. No seriously you fucking asshole, you wasted my fucking time with either dropped storylines or shit you made up cause we all fucking know you did not know what you were doing.

River Song The issue with River Song is she is simply an awful character. River stokes The Doctor’s PTSD really bad. She is a character forced upon both the audience and The Doctor. River is a character who kills at the drop of the hat and makes a Dalek scream for mercy. Yeah, call me old fashioned but showing mercy to a Dalek is more compelling. She encourages The Doctor to kill, and reveres him as some untouchable genocidal god, and constantly pushes herself onto him sexually, even though he pulls away. River Song is Steven Moffat’s Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. And there’s the fact that River is predatory. If it was a male character constantly coming on to the much physically younger female character, and being naked and doing so despite being asked not to do that like.... people would have freaked out and called River out for being a predator and had a fit, but because she's an older female and he's a younger bodied male this is... somehow badass and empowered? Oh and let’s not forget the fact that River is somehow part Time Lord? Being born in the fucking TARDIS does not make you part Time Lord. Jesus fucking christ, JENNY is more Time Lord, at least that makes more sense. And the revelation that River is Amy and Rory’s daughter makes no sense. Rory was erased from existence. How can River still be their daughter if Rory died at that point? But moving on. I hate that she is used as a plot device. Oh, by the way she can fly the TARDIS, and oh by the way, she can flipping regenerate. I’m sorry, but River Song should, by NO means, be able to regenerate. She pops in to get the Doctor in and out of trouble and then disappears to who-knows-where/sometimes prison. And fixed points in time? Excuse me? No. I mean, really. That was absurd. Special rules do not apply to her. Moffat is just trying to make her look cool and I am not sacrificing good writing for image. River Song is a sociopath whose entire life revolves around The Doctor, there is not ONE SINGLE decision she has made for herself. She goes around with a gun, shooting things, causing genociide and we’re meant to believe the Doctor is actually ok with that? Giving her a gun does not make her a strong, independent woman. It makes her a sociopath with a gun. Her smugness annoys me to no end. Fucking spoilers. Fucking hello sweetie. Her sensuality is forced. She has no chemistry with Matt Smith. Her line in the wedding of River Song. I’ll suffer if I kill you-more than the entire universe-yes. How selfish can she get? She is constantly rubbing in her knowledge in not only the Doctor’s face but the companions. It’s like when Moffat took over he wanted to one up RTD so he made River who lets everyone know how awesome she is, how well she knows the doctor, how she can fly the Tardis so well (you turned the “handbrake” off, congratulations) She has no reactions to her parents dying. And finally she is meant to be this brainwashed sociopath who exists to kill the doctor and in the space of literally 30 seconds she changes her mind. A lifetime of brainwashing and trauma and pain and she gets over it in 30 seconds. Like I said, I shit you fucking not River Song is Moffat’s Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way. And yes, the marriage. It was forced. The Doctor flat out states that he doesn’t want to marry her and she pressures him into it because it’s the only way she’ll let him touch her. If there is any kind of pressure, blackmail or abuse to get someone to marry another person, the marriage is forced. The Doctor was absolutely pressured into participating because not participating would’ve ended the universe. Here’s the difference between Rose Tyler and River Song. Rose Tyler was a character who existed and had a romance with the Doctor. There was NO love at first sight. it was not Predestined, or anything like that; it was just some crazy old alien being like “oi, you wanna go and see all of time and space?” and rose was all, “yeah, why not!” and they were BEST MATES FIRST. they were just two best mates flying around in their stolen TARDIS, having a laugh, and then when the Stakes Were Raised rose kind of went - oh fuck. i love him. and the doctor went - oh fuck. i love her. it was just a natural, mutual caring and it was just two nerds, both of whom would raise HELL for the safety of the other while saving the universe together. River Song was a character who existed TO have a romance with the Doctor. We are instantly told, not shown by the first meeting that River is important to The Doctor. Someone The Doctor would give his screwdriver to and tells her his name. And eventually they meet again and she kills and The Doctor is okay with it...for reasons. No one ever bats an eye that another genocide happens, but whatever. “Never be cruel or cowardly” apparently The Doctor overlooks why he chose his title when River is around. Honestly, The Doctor would never fall in love with someone who would risk THE ENTIRETY OF SPACE AND TIME because she didn’t want to kill him, i.e. river. he would NOT love someone like that, much less he would certainly not marry her because of it. Okay. Why is River the only one who knows The Doctor’s name? You might say that River does have a life outside The Doctor cause she’s an archaeologist, yes, but that is barely shown. What do we really know about River? Even though she’s not consistently characterized, we do see that she’s violent, crazy, arrogant, overly sexual, sassy, and even bossy. Not much is known about her that makes us actually love her except that we are supposed to love her because of the Doctor. If I could change River’s character, it would be this. River should have been like a future companion who was mentored by The Doctor. Like Seven mentored Ace. In which he becomes like a father to River. She is hateful to him at first because of the conditioning done to her by The Silence. The Doctor saves her from herself and makes her a better person and slowly mentors her, I kind of got that impression when she told Rory about herself in The Impossible Astronaut. I would have prefered a father/daughter relationship more than a romantic one. And River getting over trying to kill the doctor in just one episode (Let’s Kill Hitler) didn’t really take advantage of the weapon turned companion plot, and it was such a waste! It’s so frustrating how much potential there was there to really tell a story, and instead they just rushed it and made it into a nonsensical mess, rushed into a mystery and rushed into a forced romance. And we will never be free of River, as long as Moffat guest writes for Doctor Who, River will always be there. Even when she is being sent to her death, River Song’s presence is forced upon us in series 10 and no matter how much we want her to go away, River will never leave. Fuck Moffat for forcing River on us.

Moffat’s perception of The Doctor. Moffat sees The Doctor as this angsty vengeful authoritarian god. The Doctor is important because They are the one being trying to make a positive impact in the universe not because they’re a god/angel/cosmic authority/vengeful deity

The Doctor’s Name. Since when does the Doctor’s name matter so much? He chose his own name, Doctor, for a reason. It stands for everything he believes in. and that’s what matters, not his birth name, they weren’t gonna do the Carmel Masterplan, so it really doesn’t matter. Furthermore, how could the Doctor’s name bring about the end of the universe? I just…I don’t understand? I’m really trying to and I can’t, because it makes no sense. Before Steven Moffat took over, The Doctor wasn’t this prophesied space messiah that all the evil beings in the universe were hell-bent on destroying because they knew that his name had catastrophic properties. Never explained why and all mentions of why his real name is important is thrown away, thus once making something built up entirely pointless.

The Silence Genocide. Here’s the difference between how genocide is presented with the Ninth, Tenth and Eleventh Doctors. The Ninth Doctor has the opportunity to destroy the Dalek Emperor’s fleet with the delta wave generator, but it would be at the cost of the humans and Jack on the game station. He couldn’t bring himself to commit genocide a second time, he would choose to be coward over a killer anyday. With Ten, he had no choice but to destroy the Racnoss and commit genocide, but he was ashamed of himself. The Silence had been on earth for thousands of years and had influenced human history and helped get humanity to the moon. One of them killed a human. The Doctor sanctioned a genocide of an entire race with a smile on his face and turned on by his psychopathic future forced wife(jesus I wish I was making this up) and the humans just go along with it, The Doctor might as well have just told Cletus to burn a cross on The Silence’s yard. What was The Silence’s crime exactly? furthering Man's achievements? I can only assume that no one knows about the killing of Joy in the toilets, but if the Doctor did its a bit harsh to wipe out a whole race because of the actions of one. I mean, holy shit we have a jail that is capable of holding aliens established in the beginning of the episode and apparently killing them all instead of holding them all away is preferable.

Apparently sexual assault is funny if a woman forces herself on a man. If someone forces themselves on you without your consent, it is assault. It happened with Amy(while she was on her way to being married), it happened with River, it happened with Clara, it happened with Tasha Lem, and it happened with Missy. It was not funny in absolutely any time, yet this immature fucking jackass always plays assault for laughs. If this were an older man forcing himself on a younger woman, there would be outrage. and the creepery of women who meet fully grown men as little girls falling hopelessly in love with that same grown man, usually throwing themselves at him and forcibly advancing on him. And him sexualizing them when they're adults when literally like 5 minutes ago for him they were children, it’s really vile.

Moffat’s inability to break the New Who companion formula with Clara. When we were first introduced to Oswin Oswald, I sincerely thought we were finally getting a new type of companion, FINALLY a companion from the future and not just another modern girl from the UK. Then Oswin was revealed to be a Dalek and she died. Sad but I thought she was a great character and I really wanted her to start traveling with The Doctor, Oswin and Eleven had great chemistry and unfortunately it was wasted potential. Next, we get Victorian Clara. Finally, a companion from the past. Her story was so great and once again good chemistry with Eleven and once again I wanted Victorian Clara to travel with The Doctor and she dies. What happens next? We are once again forced to have a “the companion must be special to travel with The Doctor plot device” and we have Clara Oswald from modern UK. Okay, fuck you. You complete and utter fucking moron. Not every goddamn companion needs to be from the modern UK. The Doctor has traveled with companions from the past, from the future and even aliens, hell, two of his companions were Cybermen. The Doctor traveling with a companion from the past or future works.

Moffat believes companions should only be female. Gee, it’s not like Ian Chesterton, Steven Taylor, Ben Jackson, Jamie McCrimmon, Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart, Mike Yates, John Benton, Harry Sullivan Adric, Vislor Turlough, Mickey Smith, Captain Jack Harkness, Rory Williams and Danny Pink don’t exist or are important. Seriously fuck you, the male companions are just as important as the female companions.

Death always being teased but never executed upon and made ultimately pointless in the end. Rory has been dying in three fucking seasons until he actually dies in series 7. His death in series 5 was actually great. Then, when Amy and Rory ACTUALLY die in Series 7, it makes absolutely no sense and there are so many plot holes around it, it can be avoidable and The Doctor could simply just travel to a different part of the country in the TARDIS and just go back to New York on plane or car. Their death is completely avoidable and comes off as Moffat saying “He can’t save them because shut up” The Doctor let Amy and Rory go at the end of series 6. That is all you had to do. LET THEM GO, their deaths were avoidable and if you wanted to write them off, let them go. The most interesting Claras died and the last Clara died but was stupidly brought back despite the fact that Clara was content with dying. Ashildr had a great death protecting her people and of course deus ex machina technology makes her immortal. Even Heather, a girl from one episode had a good emotional death, is brought back in the finale. Bill Potts had possibly the worst possible fate. Bill was shot and everyone was shocked. Like damn, Bill is dying and the next thing we know is she is being converted into a Cybermen and who knows The Doctor is being forced to deal with the fact that he led his friend to a fate far worse than death. The emotional pain is there...and it’s ruined. Bill is fine and gets a happy ending like Clara and Ashildr. River is dead AND WE ARE STILL NOT FUCKING FREE FROM RIVER SONG! I don’t know why the fandom perceives Moffat as bad as George R.R. Martin, Moffat is a coward when it comes to death and never sticks with death, everyone HAS to come back and the deaths for every companion is undone and makes their deaths and sacrifice completely pointless. The reason Adric dying worked SO WELL is because he stayed dead and Adric’s death was a sacrifice and it worked. If Moffat was headwriter for Earthshock, I’m pretty damn sure he would find a way to undo Adric’s death. Death has no consequences in Moffat’s Who.

Until Bill Potts, every companion ALWAYS had to be special because the plot demanded it. Amy was “the girl who waited” River was River and Clara was “The Impossible Girl” no one could be special cause they are special to The Doctor, they had to be related to the plot

Day Of The Doctor was not celebrating 50 years of Doctor Who. It celebrated New Who and The Time War. It only celebrates The Time War and Moffat’s Who. It makes Not only that, it makes it black and white, it makes The Daleks the true evil of The Time War and erases the culpability of The Time Lords. Remember it wasn’t just the Daleks who were the cause of The War, it was The Time Lords themselves who started The Time War when they convinced Four to try and stop the Dalek creation in Genesis Of The Daleks, it’s very important to understand that it wasn’t black and white and make the Time Lords the innocent party. And Day Of The Doctor ignores that and ignores that Rassilon wanted to erase all life and make The Time Lords beings of higher consciousness at the cost of all life in the universe.

Mishandling The Time War itself. Throughout series 1-4 The Time War was built up as this horrible war that was so horrible that if it did not end, it would’ve destroyed life itself. The Time War NEEDED to be more than a generic Sci-Fi battle. in the novelization of the episode Rose,

The Time War was meant to be bigger and more horrifying.“this wasn’t a fight like laser guns and spaceships and explosions, this was a filthy, stinking war that changed reality itself.” Instead, it became a generic Sci-Fi action movie. Instead of the enormous time-traveling, inconceivable concept that was painted. The Time War prior to the 50th was something that we COULD NOT CONCEPTUALIZE because it was not fight like a normal war, it spanned galaxies and time. The true tragedy of it wasn’t that the Daleks were going to destroy Gallifrey or Arcadia, it was that THE DALEKS AND TIME LORDS BOTH WERE RIPPING THE UNIVERSE APART WITH THEIR WEAPONS. You cannot show that. So instead, we got shitty action movie explosions. When I got real interested about the Time War before series 6, a fan trailer showed a concept that The Daleks wanted to capture the Eye Of Harmony and insinuated that the Daleks went to war with the Time Lords to gain Gallifrey’s resources so they can gain mastery over space and time. That alone is more compelling than “Daleks just wanna exterminate the Time Lords” it was lazy writing, even more so by portraying the Time Lords as the innocent party. The Time Lords tried to get The Fourth Doctor to stop their creation and The Seventh Doctor manipulated Davros into destroying Skaro. There is no innocent Time Lords, retconning their actions throughout classic who and ignoring Rassilon and the High Council’s plans was complete and utter lazy writing. Rassilon and the High Council were as scary and menacing as the Time Lords from War Games and Rassilon was a fearsome genocidal demigod. Choosing to ignore that was seriously dumb. Let’s go over Moffat’s depiction of children of Gallifrey and how he portrays the Time Lords waging War. Ignoring the concept of looming is dumb. “children of Gallifrey” I was just so mad when I heard about this. looming made Time Lords more alien and it is an interesting portrayal of Time Lords being asexual. Ignoring that, the concept of Time Lord Children is really dumb, Time Lord children carry stuffed rabbits. Because Time Lords children = Human children. Oh wait. Then Moffat’s concept of how The Time Lords would wage war. Time Lord soldiers have helmets. Time Lord soldiers have helmets to protect them from the rubble. There is rubble. Things are burning. No, I mean things are literally burning. Things are burning because the Daleks are shooting ray guns and the Time Lords are shooting back using their super advanced … ray MACHINE guns!!!! Just to remind the audience, the Time Lords are a superior race with power over time itself. The Time Lord soldiers have walky-talkies. No really, they do. When Time Lords make art, they make it in 3 dimensions. When Time Lords make war, they make it in 3 dimensions. “Have you ever thought what it’s like to be wanderers in the Fourth Dimension?” Masters of time and you decide to make them have ray-guns? This isn’t the fucking Terminator. And also, it ignores the fact that The Doctor witnessed Gallifrey burned. The way The Time Lords were portrayed in DOTD, was just lazy.

Sonic Sunglasses. I believe that the sonic screwdriver needed a long break. It worked for Five-Seven so it would work for Twelve. I like the sonic screwdriver but I hate how they constantly made Ten and Eleven dependent on it and turned it from a time lord device that can open any door to a magic wand that can perform a deus ex machina. What happens instead of Twelve relying on his intelligence and wit? He gets a downgrade and gets himself Sonic Shades. It worked like the screwdriver, with a few added bells and whistles to justify this downgrade. One of the most noticeable problems with the glasses was that, unlike the screwdriver, their effects weren’t visible. Doctor Who is ordinarily a visual program that has always drawn attention to its colorful sci-fi/fantasy moments. Also, unlike the screwdriver they weren’t exclusive used by The Doctor, making them far less special. Clara, Ashildr and Osgood all donned the specs during the limited number of episodes in which they appeared. In series 10, the glasses committed their greatest sin. After the events in Oxygen rendered The Doctor blind, instead of having him deal with the extent of losing one’s vision, he popped on his magic glasses, thus cheapening the experience. While they didn’t restore his vision, the tech provided him with enough guidance to dramatically lessen the full extent of his blindness. Sadly, if the writers had allowed The Doctor to go 100% blind, the sheer vulnerability of such a powerful character could've made the Monk Trilogy a much stronger arc.

Hell Bent undid Clara’s sacrifice and made Day Of The Doctor completely pointless. Hell Bent STILL leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. All this mystery around The Hybrid and it was completely pointless. Gallifrey was completely wasted. We were given hope that The Doctor would see his home and his people again, but instead of The Doctor restoring Gallifrey, finding Susan, Romana, Leela and Ace again, Gallifrey is reduced to background noise and The Doctor doesn’t even care that he’s home. It was all just to bring back Clara. Clara was content on dying to save Rigsy. Clara paid for her mistakes by trying to emulate and be The Doctor. Heaven Sent was brilliant, it showed The Doctor trying to struggle without Clara, it was emotional and brilliant. Not only is her death undone and Gallifrey is reduced to background noises, Clara is rewarded by her actions by becoming a faux Doctor with a TARDIS and her own companion in Ashildr. This is the complete opposite of what should have happened. She gets rewarded for trying to become The Doctor when she shouldn’t be. She should be paying for it, that’s the whole point. Clara isn’t The Doctor, what makes her different is her primary strength and that’s why they need each other. Clara dying was the only good way to end this character and it ended up as a copout. It took her agency away and because Moffat could not let her go he had to bring her back, thus making Face The Raven and Day Of The Doctor completely pointless

Because Moffat STILL will not let River go, he has a portrait bigger than his own granddaughter’s Susan Foreman. There is no way within time and space that The Doctor will never believe River Song is more important than his own granddaughter. In my opinion, he should have picture frames of Rose, Jackie, Mickiem Jack, Martha and Donna, The Ponds and Clara along with Susan, but only River gets the big special picture. Fuck Moffat and his petty favoritism

Nardole For the majority of series 10, The Doctor was followed around by a cue-balled whiny crying cyborg known as Nardole. He first appeared in the 2015 Christmas episode with a purpose and then proceeded to just sort of hang out afterward with no discerning purpose. Then midway through series 10 in the episode Extremis, his purpose was explained. He was just a reminder that River Song is still there. We can’t be free of River no matter what and because of that we have to sit through this unbearable, annoying screaming robot. Kamelion is better than him and that should show you how bad Nardole is, but unlike Kamelion who had issues cause the robot malfunctioned and only lasted a few episodes, we suffered through the entirety of series 10 because of Nardole.

Bad make up and giving away Simm!Master in the teaser ruined the reveal. The series 10 trailer spoiled that John Simm would return as The Master at some point. However, since he didn’t appear in the first ten episodes, it became a given that’s he’d appear sometime during the two-part series finale. And while they might have been saving him for part two, it was likely they’d want to utilize him for the entire story arc. So with all that in mind, a character that looked and sounded like John Simm in heavy makeup appeared about 15 minutes into the penultimate episode, The World Enough and Time. Some viewers may have been as shocked as The Doctor and Missy were by the reveal, but it could’ve been handled better. Simm did his part by disguising his voice and mannerisms. Yet it feels like a lost opportunity with an easy enough fix, if anybody had cared. The whole thing could’ve been avoided by either not including The Master in the trailer, or by disguising Simm in even more makeup and prosthetics.

Ignoring Simm!Master’s character arc in End Of Time. I don’t like End Of Time for a majority of reasons, but even I understand that Simm!Master had an arc in End Of Time. Sure, he mostly wanted revenge for what Rassilon’s done to him, but he still saved The Doctor, he considered The Doctor’s offer and had a realization that maybe he doesn’t have to be bad. Simm!Master had sane moments in his insanity which all had in some way the Doctor involved, showing him listening, with tears in his eyes. And in The Doctor Falls, he is completely unchanged. Acts as if the character arc never happened, Simm!Master is sexist for no reason. Time Lords have no real concept of gender inequality. The Master had respect for Jo Grant, Nyssa, Tegan and Martha Jones and never harbored sexist attitude for them, he had ill feelings as an enemy, that’s it. Made to hate the Doctor so much he’d rather die than standing with him - Ignoring the fact that’s exactly what he did in The End of Time Part 2 and also the fact that the Master’s main goal over everything else was always his own survival. So he dies unredeemable, learns nothing, uncaring asshole, and completely disregards his character development in "The End of Time and all just to make Missy look good.

Missy had no reason for wanting to change and my annoyance at the name change. I don’t see or understand why Missy wanted to change. Obviously they are gonna give her a redemption story for...reasons. What are the reasons you might ask?...Shut up. Well, we obviously need her to fight her demons so why not give her absolutely no reason to want to change (except “I want my friend back” which apparently wasn’t enough reason for any other Master) I seriously do not understand why Missy would want to change. Missy/Master would want to fight a common foe with The Doctor and later betray The Doctor later and their game would go on as it always goes. Missy had no motivation, every chance The Doctor gave her, she always went back to her old ways. Missy’s “change” simply comes off as “let’s praise Missy She’s changed!! Why? Who cares. Motivation? Character development? Nuances? I can’t do that, I can only create a contrast between new and old so crass, everyone will see the change! Shut up and stop asking questions!” If Missy returns, I want them to stop calling her Missy. Call her The Master. The Master chose their name like The Doctor, I’m pretty sure they would not change it because The Master changed genders. You don’t just change that name. She can very well still call herself The Master, there is no reason why, they cannot call her The Master. Changing gender is not a reason to change the title The Master chose to be called as such as they believe they can rule and subjugate the universe. But The Master should at the very least return as a villain, despite the forced change.

The Daleks and Cybermen are misused and overpowered. The problem with the Daleks is that Moffat has no idea what he wants to do with them. This video explains it perfectly. When the Daleks returned in series 5, they returned with an awful new look but they are still the biggest threat in the universe and the emotional trauma and hatred with the Doctor is there. Then, The Daleks go away and nothing is done with them. In series 7, Asylum Of The Daleks they return. They are not treated like the unstoppable force they were once in Classic Who or in Davies’ Who or even in Victory Of The Daleks. They are instead treated like another monster of the week. It’s not a big deal for The Doctor to face them anymore, he doesn’t seem to have any kind of reaction to them still operating or prospering in the universe. So now with no explanation Skaro is apart of the universe again despite the fact that it was destroyed in Remembrance of the Daleks, there is a Dalek parliament, thousands of them exist, they have their own asylum(apparently the Daleks are too scared of their own malfunctioning Daleks) and they have death camps. Dalek death camps and The Doctor doesn’t care. Dalek death camps and The Doctor has no reaction to nor does he want to help anyone in the camps. While the execution of Evolution of The Daleks wasn’t very good, Dalek Sec was right that the purity of the Daleks would always destroy them in the end and must change if they are to survive, but that is no longer relevant. The tone of the Dalek appearances after Victory Of The Daleks shows their menace is no longer there. The Doctor goes from being enraged and consumed by grief by seeing The Daleks, to not feeling anything nor caring that the Daleks having death camps across the universe. The Rusty thing just didn’t work. The only thing that did work was the “you are a good Dalek” line. The Daleks have lost their menace and if The Doctor doesn’t care or show any fear or hatred towards them, then why should we as an audience care? As for the Cybermen. The problem is they are just the Cybus Cybermen with the symbol removed, the same monotone “DELETE” the only difference is they are too overpowered and well they are apparently Iron Man now thanks to the Nightmare In Silver all rocket boots and detachable limbs and superspeed. In Dark Water/Death in Heaven they are nothing but Missy’s slaves with no autonomy of their own rather than a true force to be feared. It hasn’t helped that more often than not, modern Doctor Who has repeatedly decided the only way to beat the Cybermen is to overwhelm them with the power of love, a trope the show falls back on far too often. What made the Cybermen scary in Classic Who is when they were first envisioned, they were meant to be a chilling extrapolation of what creators Dr. Kit Pedler and Gerry Davis saw as the future of prosthetics and cosmetic surgery, humankind chopping bits of itself until what was left was more machine than man. Only their very first incarnation, the Mondasian Cybermen has ever tangibly captured the gruesome, tragic roots that sit at the heart of the concept behind them as monsters. Tomb Of The Cybermen also showed them as a true threatening monstrosities. So when the Mondasian Cybermen do return, Bill is converted and what happens? Bill retains consciousness and apparently it’s not enough to have the Mondasian Cybermen, Moffat just HAS to bring back his overpowered Iron Man knock off Cybermen. No true and utterly terrifying new designs, just the overpowered Metallic Gary Stu Iron Man Cybus Cybermen. So as usual Moffat has a genius idea and manages to ruin it in the end.

Moffat’’s sexist garbage ruined The First Doctor in Twice Upon A Time. I have seen EVERY First Doctor serial and One is not sexist at all. I get it, the sixties were a different time, Since the First Doctor was of that era, he wanted the audience to laugh at how different things were back then. Especially with the constantly horrified reactions of Twelve at his former’s self’s behavior. So what’s the problem? Short answer, it’s because the First Doctor wasn’t like that. Not even remotely. And this is the story that takes place before One’s regeneration, apparently Moffat doesn’t care about all the character development One went through with Ian and Barbara, he just wanted bad humor that goes against One’s character just so he can appear as the better party “see? My Doctor is better than Classic Who” no, asshole, The First Doctor was not at all like that One wasn’t a walking ball of sexism, he was a curmudgeonly grumpy old space grandpa who lightened up with his first human contact, grew warmer and closer to them and learned to help rather than… eh.. smash people’s skulls with rocks.

The real problem with Moffat is that Moffat is a good writer, capable of being a great one at times, but a terrible showrunner. Steven Moffat was a man who in the beginning had some marvelous ideas, and much like another BBC writer Terry Nation. When writing scripts once or twice a year were completely brilliant, but when stretched to almost write an entire series single handed, the outcome suffered. Doctor Who used to be a show full of heart, courage, emotion, character driven, cared more about the heart of the show and character than the concept of the over-complicated plot that will eventually be dropped at the end of the series. And honestly sometimes Moffat’s fans sound like Rick And Morty fans “To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Moffat’s Doctor Who." that’s what most of y'all sound like. After watching the teaser for series 11, I am finally really excited for Doctor Who. It feels like everything it used to be, everything that made Classic and Davies’ Who great. 13 and her new friends I cannot wait and finally it feels like Doctor Who

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A Lesson In Jealousy| Ten and Eleven

So, this wasn’t requested but I’m noticing that alot of you are really digging the Doctor Who oneshots, so I thought this one was appropriate to post to see what you all want. Keep in mind that I wrote this in 2015 and have learned alot about writing since then.

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Temporal rift in space. Ponds. Rivers. Clara. Him. The Tenth version of himself. Or Twelfth, if you wanted to get technical. You'd spent months, even years traveling the Universe with the Doctor, and you adored him. You were in love with the Universe. One of your favorite memories of traveling with the Doctor was the first time you'd gotten suspicious that he had feelings for you. It was well into the morning, and he was bouncing around the console like a child on a sugar rush. "Ponds! Y/N! Get dressed! We're going to a dance!" Amy's eyes lit up as she drug an irritated Rory back down the hallway towards their room, ignoring his pleas to let him go. You grinned and kissed the Doctor's cheek before padding off down the hallway that led to his bedroom where you knew the huge walk in closet was. Walking in there to a room full of memories made you miss his tenth self, the one who constantly kissed you and told you how fantastic you were. You could still recognize the faint smell of his cologne on the old trench coat he used to wear constantly.

Your delicate piano fingers brushed over a deep red ballgown, and you instantly fell in love. With your y/e/c eyes and your figure, not to mention your endless y/h/c curls, this dress would compliment you nicely. You got ready in under twenty minutes, which was a new record for you. When you walked up to the console, you bit down hard on your lip to keep yourself from laughing. (I really like Eleven's season 7 outfit. So that's what he's wearing.) The Doctors jaw was dropped clear to the ground, and you almost thought that his eyes were about to fall out of his head. "Oy, soldier, eyes up." You mused, positioning a finger under his chin and lifting it so he could look at you. "You look stunning, may I add. I like that outfit." He blushed, running a hand through his hair and taking a much more thorough look at you. "To say you look stunning y/n would be an understatement. You look... more beautiful then the stars." Red spread across your pale cheeks, accenting your freckles as you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before lacing your fingers together. "Ponds! Are you done yet?!" Amy and Rory came down the stairs at the same time, Amy wearing a white gown that looked similar to her wedding gown, and Rory adorned in a black tuxedo. "I never thought I'd tell the Roman he looked good in a tuxedo. Bravo Amelia." You grinned up at the red head who threw a wink back at you in response. "I know. I can't wait to get undressed later." The four of you walked out of the TARDIS together, heels clicking against the concrete as you walked down the sidewalk towards a grand building down the street. You peered through the dark, eyes narrowing in on the London Eye down at the other end of the street. "We're in London? Are you kidding me right now, Bowtie?" He ran a thumb over your knuckles before motioning to the building you were walking towards. "Not modern London, sweetheart. Queen Elizabeth the First's London." A breathtaking grin spread across your face as you remembered that the last version of himself had spoken highly of the Queen, and since then, you'd been dying to meet her. "Well come on then! I want to meet the bloody Queen of England!" Trying to enter the building was like trying to navigate through a sea of endless people. You marveled at the contrasts of red, gold, white, green, and silver gowns that seemed to swirl around you like a mirage. The Doctor instantly went on the defense at all the men staring at you, keeping his hands protectively set on your hips as you walked to the middle of the dance floor. "Want to dance with me, y/n y/m/n?" You smiled and nodded, taking his hand in yours as the two of you coalesced into the dance that was playing. The way your heart pounded against your chest as he stared at you with his intoxicating green eyes was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. You'd never been in love in your twenty some years of being alive, but you were almost sure that this was love. The sound of the cello and violin clashing in a haunting harmony as you danced, but when he went to spin you, you spun out of his grasps and clashed into another man who was dancing with someone else. Your heart stopped where you stood. It was almost impossible not to recognize the familiar smell, the spiked brown hair, the trench coat. "Oh my-" "Y/N!" The Tenth Doctor exclaimed, grinning as he picked you up and spun you around in his arms. "Wait-Weren't you just in the bathroom? You left not five minutes ago." "We've been here then?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow. You shifted uncomfortably, as you could feel the jealousy radiating off of the Current Doctor standing behind you with his arms crossed. "Ah, no, sorry. You're sick inside the TARDIS." Ten replied. He bent down and brushed his lips against yours, hands planted firmly against your hips. You missed this, feeling so secure and so adored. Quite frankly, you missed him. "So how'd you get in here? Looking so-" "Beautiful? I know. I picked out the gown." Eleven growled, pulling you back into his arms and wrapping them tightly around your waist. "Keep your hands off of her." "Doctor, meet your future self." You muttered, blowing a loose curl out of your face. "Doctor, you already know your past self." The one who regrets, and the man who forgets. "Now please, stop being jealous of each other. I can feel the tension in here." Amy and Rory were standing on the next floor above the ballroom, drinks in hand as they watched party guests dance. "Oy, who's Y/n talking to with the Doctor? He looks.." Amy nearly spewed wine as she sat her glass down on the landing. "By God Rory, he looks jealous!" You were beyond amused at watching The Doctor grow jealous of himself. "So you're me in the future?" Ten deadpanned, leaning forward to examine himself. "Blimey, still not ginger, am I? Although you are quite a bit shorter then I am. Whenever Y/n first got onto the TARDIS-" "She was ginger until she dyed her hair." Eleven growled. "I know. I lived it. Now do us a favor, and go back to your TARDIS and fly away. You had your chance with her, now it's my turn." "Bloody jealous in that body too." Laughter spewed past your lips as Ten leaned forward and brushed a tentative kiss against your forehead. "I'll see you later y/n y/l/n. Miss ya." And with those words he was gone, disappearing into the crowd of dancers. And with all your heart, you realized that you missed him too. "You know," Eleven whispered in your ear, turning you by your hips so you were face to face. "I'm him, and he's me. I'm right in front of you, y/n. You just have to see me." You brought your hands up to his face, pulling him against you for a deep kiss. He still flailed like the child he was since this body was unaccustomed to kissing. You stupid giraffe. How did I fall in love with you? "I can see you," You replied, resting your forehead against his as the two of you swayed back and forth. "And I love you." You half expected him to say it back to you, but you didn't know this body well enough yet. His eyes spoke what his lips couldn't. "Doctor!" The two of you turned together as the Ponds came stumbling down the stairs, their breath smelling of wine. "Who was that hot bloke with the spiky hair? You were looking awful handsy.. I need to meet him and thank him!" The two of you laughed, following the two drunk Ponds out onto the street and back to the TARDIS. You went to sleep that night curled up in the Doctors arms, his heartbeats lulling you into the darkness of sleep.

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Choice #4.2- Crossed Legs

Oh wow, only 8 votes this time? Was it just to easy? Don’t worry, things will be much harder from here on in.

“Uh, sure.” I turn to the black-haired child. “Hyunjin, big Jin’s gonna take you to the bathroom. Is that ok?”

The kid nods, just concerned about getting to a restroom. Jin grabs the child’s hand and they leave the tent. I could have forced myself to ignore my weak legs if I had wanted to, but Jin offered. He’s a good guy, and I trust him.

He came into my life as a stranger. However, it is like he’s not a stranger to me. He’s Jin. Potential father and seems more than cut out for the job.

Taehyung takes this chance to scoot next to me. He gives me a nervous but still dazzling smile.

“How are you enjoying the circus so far?”

“It’s great! It’s almost like I’m 10 years old again except better. Nam--RM really seems to have stepped up and really taken charge when he became the ring leader.”

He smiles, “You got really close to him when you were kids, huh?”

I touch the ribbon on my arm, “Yeah. Well, as close as two kids can get in the span of two weeks. Also, the years of what ifs and--I’m sorry. I’m just rambling. I’m sure you don’t care to hear about such things.”

“It’s you.” He places his hand on top of mine. “I wanna know everything there is about you. Oh, sorry. Am I being too forward?”

I nod, “Yes, but I don’t mind.”

Tae has a young soul and so much energy that he just radiates warmth. It is a heat unique to him as I have met hundreds of people and none had made me feel as bright as he does. Most people like him would block your view completely, but his kind enveloped you. Eager and straight to the point, yes, but also very caring and soft.

He's beautiful too. Amber hands me a bag of treats that she needs help opening. It was sort of hard for her to ask for help, but I am glad when she does.

Namjoon stands backstage near the curtain. He is to re-enter soon after the clowns had fun to announce a quick 10 minute break to clean up their mess and get the horses in. His eyes can’t help but look for her in the crowd. (Y/N) is a full woman now, and more beautiful than he remembers.

Her hair styled to show off the shine in her curls. It had to have taken a while to get them too look so beautiful. It took forever for the showgirls to get it looking like that. The hat she wears sits like a crown on her head as well.

In all honesty, Namjoon had come back to this town because the last time he had come here, she wasn’t.

Dressed in his best casual wear, he went to the orphanage in town and asked for (Y/N).

The bony drunken woman who had answered the door said that she had been transferred to another town’s orphanage since they were split up by ages, “I handle retched children. They handle teens. Better off forgetting about her, bub. Though, I’m still in my prime. I could gladly take her place.”

She was so gross, but he declined politely. Namjoon went home so sad and partially heart broken. It had taken everything to convince the former leader to come here again. Just to see her again...and yet.

This time, he came here hoping he no longer had feelings for her, hoping she hadn’t returned. However, when Namjoon saw her on the sidewalk, it was like the first time and yet so much more. He loves her. There was not a doubt in his mind.

“I see you’ve got a favorite audience member.” Jungkook says.

“It’s her. The girl I always talk about. That’s...that’s why.” RM allows himself to be a bit shy when all eyes weren’t on him.

He raises an eyebrow, “Thought so. She’s really pretty. Such a modern girl.”

Hoseok joined in on the chat, “You gonna hook up with her while we’re here or what?”

Namjoon sat down on a chair, “No, no, she’s probably married to that childhood friend of hers. I know that’s him with her. The blonde one.”

Jungkook peeked through the curtains, “No, he’s got brownish black hair. And it’s kinda long in the back.”

The love-struck ringleader looked through the curtains once more and saw a man in a red bowtie and blue sweater vest with his hand on top of hers. They were having a moment which was interrupted by a young man.

He had asked around town about her, and she was apparently the orphanage’s new matron. No one said anything about her marriage status, but the baker’s wife was nothing less than a chatterbox. It would put a salon stylist to shame how much she talked and gossiped.

“Ironic how she got to leave that place and then it’s left to her. At least she’s got a good paying job and children, though they aren’t her own. Nothing like Miss Kim. She’s respectable and takes care of those children. I hope Jimin, her best friend, asks her to marry him. They’d make the cutest couple running that place together. It’d be a fairytale ending.”

The clowns are done, and Namjoon enters with confidence during the applause and smiles, trying not to make too much eye contact with (Y/N).

“Wasn’t that wonderful, folks? Give another round for the clowns!”

While I clap, Hyunjin and Jin return to their seats. I don’t think I’ve laughed like this in a while since most of it is in front of hopeful parents and my kids. It doesn’t make them any less joyful. Only different.

“Oh, thank you so much, Jin.” I say, patting Hyunjin on the head as he passes.

“For you.” He hands me a white carnation. “They were selling them out front, and I just had to get one for you.”

My eyes widen in surprise, and I let out a giggle, “Thank you. You’re far too kind.”

Jimin sits behind me and puts Kyla in my arms, “She’s better now, but she really wanted you.”

I nod and the show goes on.

RM announces with a glance in my direction, “We will take a 10 minute break before the second half. Feel free to interact with our troupe members, use the restroom, and get something to eat or drink. That’s 10 minutes folks! I do hope that you return.”

He tips his hat and the lights go out and fade back to normalcy.

Jimin puts his hand on my arm and rubs it, “You’ve got goosebumps. Are you cold?”

I shake my head, “It’s just a really good performance.”

He smiles as Taehyung goes back to his spot to keep a closer eye on the kids while Jin grabs the flower from my hand and puts it on my hat, under the ribbon. What a classy man.

Though it’s a bit too much for me. “I’m going to take a walk with Kyla. I’ll be back before the second half begins. Feel free to let the kids enjoy some rides.” I give the direction to Jimin since he knows these children better than the others.

My feet take me on a random path around the circus grounds. The air is fresh but thick with emotions and animal scent here and there. It’s starting to get darker as lights are now noticeable. Kyla points out things here and there but mostly keeps her head pressed against my shoulder.

A voice calls me out of my thoughts, “Ma’am, you can’t go back there!”

I stop and turn around, not meaning to go out of my bounds. “Sorry. Oh, Jumping Jungkook, right?”

He smiles like a rabbit, I notice as he grins, “Yep, that’s me. Uh, this area is for performers only.”

“My apologies. I was just walking around. Me and the little one needed to get some air. It really gets warm in there.”

Jungkook’s eyes turn to the slightly tired cutie dressed in a light purple dress and holds her hand while talking to her in the tone that babies usually receive. Kyla was six and really cute after-all. She giggled and smiled.

He then turns his eyes on me, “Is she your little one? I mean no offense, but you just don’t look like...” He trailed off.

“No, no, I’m just run the local orphanage. She’s the youngest there. I’ve no kids of my own but a bunch of others that I care for as if they were.” I pause. “I’m sorry, but you have the most beautiful eyes. I just had to say something.”

A blush rises in my cheeks as Jungkook stands up straight and his smile gets bigger. He shyly looks away for a moment and laughs nervously.

“Thank you.”

I return his smile, “Oh, I didn’t hurt you when I grabbed onto you earlier, did I?”

“Ah, no, no, no. I’ve had tighter grips.” He flexed his bicep. “And I can handle all of them. So, you didn’t hurt me one bit.”

“Oh, thank goodness.”

A voice from behind me called for Jungkook, “We got three minutes. Get your next costume on!”

“Seems like I’ve gotta go. I hope you enjoy the rest of the show! It was nice meeting you two ladies, bye!”

“Bye! Can you wave goobye, Kyla?”

Kyla waved, Jungkook waved back, and I went back inside with her.

The show soon ends. Jimin makes fun of my facial expressions during some moments.

“You were as excited as the kids, (Y/N). It was so adorable.” He laughs.

I look up at the sky, not ready to go home yet. I just want to bask in the moment of the circus for just a bit longer. “I wish I didn’t have to drive.” I yawn. “It’s such a nice night for a walk.”

Jimin speaks up, “Well, two of us can drive home with the kids and get their baths started. I’m sure the older kids can help the younger, too.”

“Why only two?” I ask.

“One of us has to walk home with you. It’s getting late, and the streets aren’t the safest place for a lady to be during the night.” Tae answers.

I take a moment to think. I can have one of these men walk me home, but I also sort of want to see Namjoon. Surely Jimin will understand and take care of the children for me. They are all tired, too, so they won’t be that difficult to take care of. It’s not irresponsible if you have backup.

Hmm, which one should I spend the rest of the night with? If it’s one of these men, I’ll probably invite them in for dinner or something to drink. If it’s Namjoon, I could run into another performer on the way there. Also, I really want to see him again. I need to know how he feels about me.

I don’t know if I’ll get another chance.

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Two Ghosts

Inspired by this post:http://mickandnils.tumblr.com/post/162819199505/stateofgracevii-picture-this-taylor-comes

-Are you ready, Mr. Styles?-

-I hope so. - He smiled absentmindedly.

-You better be! No gaffes, glitches, mistakes, scandals et cetera are allowed! You ain’t ruining this one! - Said Margaret, the producer of the AMAs.

-I’m just joking with you, you’re up in 5! –

Margaret was small, half Mexican and half Korean, with a colorful history and education. But, she was the producer and a perfectionist. He attended a few award shows she produced and they referred to her as “The Tiger”.

-I really like Two Ghosts. I’m not kissing your ass, but I really enjoy the song. My wife made me listen to it and you surprised me. My favorite lyric has to be “Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat”. It makes you feel stuff. –

Now he was grinning. Fidgeting his guitar, he recalled seeing the woman the song is about. She wore a black, fitting gown, her hair was up and she wore a pair of dangling sapphire earrings tonight and her lips were ruby red. She looked like a million bucks.

Oh, how did he miss her? Her skin, her smile, her eyes, and the way she’d look just at him and him alone, and her hair when she has a day off and just everything. He was 18, just learning how to love. She was 22, recovering from a shattered heart. He peeked through the curtain or screen or whatever that thing was and saw the woman in question sitting between her two friends, reportedly after a break up from some English stage actor. She was as beautiful as a dream. Even after all this time, he could still feel his heart trying to hit his ribcage. Perhaps he was nervous and anxious to nail his performance, perhaps the feeling of performing a song to his old flame who was sitting in the first row. Of course, he could have performed any other song, but something told him to pick this one. And then he saw the seating chart and his little heart couldn’t handle it.

Dressed to impress, he was wearing a dapper navy blue suit and a white shirt, the first three buttons unbuttoned. He put on his silver sparkles. The guitar in question was a birthday gift from her and there was a crimson rose painted on and a dark red lipstick stain. Did he go overboard? Nah.

He saw Trevor Noah going outside to announce the performance and drew a deep breath. Time to take the stage.

Taylor was leaning on Selena and realizing what time it is. The time for her heart to feel whatever she felt for years for someone who healed her heart and then took it with and he still to this day keeps it in his pocket. She adjusted the edges of the dark gown she was wearing. It was long and backless, with two halter straps holding it in place. Her nails were dark blue to match her earring. She actually put on nude lipstick before she left but she was biting her lips so much that it came off on her way to the show so she borrowed Karlie’s red. Taylor heard the song a few times and every time in drew tears to her eyes. Every single time. Selena squeezed her hand and smiled and Karlie narrowed her eyes at the stage.

Trevor Noah came out looking dashy as always in a black trousers, a dark green blazer and a black bowtie.

The South African comedian smiled at the crowd and they applauded him.

-Good evening people! My, my, don’t you all look dazzling tonight! Anyway, when I was a little kid l was terrified of ghosts and was convinced there were ghosts behind my house so in the late evening I refused to get out to take the garbage. My mama felt sympathetic for me and at first she understood me and even told me ghost stories. But then she got bored and one night she shouted: “Child, if you don’t take out the trash I will take you out!” and so I had to do my chores.”

The crowd laughed.

-And I’m still afraid of ghosts! They’re like these creepy white sheet wearing creatures and they scare the hell out of me! Oh wait…-

He paused and the crowd laughed again.

-And you’ve got no idea how many haunted places are there in Africa! I mean really, why the hell do we need them? Although, there’s this adorable African legend about the ghosts of people who were meant to be always finding each other. I’m just kidding, we sell those stories to white people and dumb tourists.-

And the crowd laughed.

-Anyway, my boy here is also apparently obsessed with ghosts or is starting a paranormal investigation, but before that, he’s here to perform and make you all cry. Harry Styles with Two Ghosts!-

And he disappeared.

Harry was front and center of the stage, white and blue lights adorning the stage. The slow instrumental of the guitar was followed by his voice.

Same lips red, same eyes blue

Taylor cocked her head to the right side and puckered her lips. How much did she change to him?

Same white shirt, couple more tattoos

The butterfly on his chest was about to fly off to touch her.

But it's not you and it's not me

Who are they now to each other?

Tastes so sweet, looks so real

He noticed that from a distance her lips look like a strawberry or a heart.

Sounds like something that I used to feel

Her heart leapt at that statement.

But I can't touch what I see

Oh how lovely it would be just to touch her skin once more.

We're not who we used to be

No, they’re not. She’s 27 and he’s 23. They’ve aged like their hearts and minds did.

We're not who we used to be

He felt older now than she was.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Do you want me back? His mind screeched.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Do you care? Her mind whispered.

The fridge light washes this room white

Was her apartment the same? Did she remove his pictures?

Moon dances over your good side

Oh, how beautiful he was.

This was all we used to need

She looked like a million bucks and he felt like the fool that lost them in a casino.

Tongue-tied like we've never known

She had a lump in her throat now.

Telling those stories we already told

He almost chocked.

'Cause we don't say what we really mean

God, if you knew how much I miss you, you little British fool…

We're not who we used to be

I once thought you’re the love of my life, darling…

We're not who we used to be

You once called me the love of your life and I told you you’re too young to know that.

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Smile for me, please.

We're not who we used to be

This smile is just for you. Not for the press, the audience, just you.

We're not who we used to be

God, you’re beautiful…

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

You once got drunk and tried to pluck flowers for me in Central Park…

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

I once almost got arrested because I tried to be a romantic.

We're not who we used to be

Who are you now?

We're not who we used to be

Who are you now?

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me

Your eyes are so blue even from here.

We're not who we used to be

I miss the feeling of your lashes against my skin.

We don't see what we used to see

So blue.

We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty

I miss your wise cracking jokes.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

She looked so lost there and he felt the urge to run down and hug her.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

Her heart was ready to jump out.

I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

He put down his guitar and the applause felt like a trance. Slowly, he stepped down the stairs and jumped up to Taylor. She got up and hugged him back, embracing him with her whole being. He felt the scent of her lovely hair and the feeling of her soft skin. He could hear their heartbeats were in sync and finally, he gave her a deep kiss. And she kissed him back. He did not care about the crown or anything.

Harry snapped out of his trance and it was time to leave the stage, after the congratulations, he sat down on an armchair and inhaled deeply. He was just human. And then he spotted his doom. A lovely bare back whose shoulders were shaking.

-Taylah? –

-Oh, hi, Harry? How are you?-

She turned around, wiping away a tear.

-I’m fine. You?-

What he wanted to say: “Stop crying, I love you.”

-I’m just a bit emotional today. Your performance was amazing.-

What she wanted to say was: “You still have me.”

-Thank you. You’re still crying?-

He wanted to hold her so badly. Instead, he squeezed her hand.

-That time of the month, eh?-

She rolled her eyes. She wanted to smack him and scream that he made her cry. Instead, she just squeezed his hand back. He always dwarfed her hand with his.

-No, no. I wish we could perform together sometimes.-

-That would kill the internet, so I’m saying yes.-

She laughed now. And now he felt as if he drank a cup of liquid sunshine.

-You look stunning tonight. Like a million bucks.-

-Thank you, you look very handsome in that suit.-

She fidgeted one his buttons, unaware of the intimacy of the act. He stared at the dark blue tips playing with his buttons, which was quite ironic as he was the one who would press her buttons.

And then he kissed hand. He had to. And then he received another cup of liquid sunshine, but there were tears in her eyes.

Oh god, I want you now.

-We should grab some coffee sometimes. - She whispered.

-I’d love to. And we should talk more often.-

Now she reached out and hugged him and he nuzzled her cheek. He could get used to this again. He rubbed circles on the small of her back and then he started poking her waist, making her giggle.

-Stop that!-

-Look, you’re not teary-eyed anymore.-

-See you soon?-

-Of course, Madame. I’d love nothing more.-

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take a breath;

park jimin | on days like this, jimin thinks he should really thank his mom for putting up with him. | 1.9k words. | fluff. requested.

Jimin doesn’t do this often. Take a breath, that is.

He’s usually cracking his eyes open at six in the morning when the dog has to pee, and he sleepily counts the things he has to do that day on the Mickey Mouse themed calendar magnet-pinned to the fridge while Connie poops in circles in the backyard. When the relieved cocker spaniel finally makes her way back inside, it’s time for breakfast and time for his day to start.

He flips on the coffee pot and sets out your traveling mug; at the same time, he’s cracking several eggs into a warming skillet and setting out the right amount of bacon to fry and enough bowls to fill with cereal. Connie sniffs at his ankles, barely covered by the toasty warm pink socks decorated with Princess Aurora’s face on them that the middle oldest had chipped in to buy him for Christmas. It’s quiet, save for the sizzle of eggs in the pan and his mind running at a million miles an hour. In about fifteen minutes, the eldest, Ji-hye, would make her way downstairs in a none too graceful manner and berate her father with questions about where her calculator went or if he could help her comb and braid her unruly curly mane two minutes before the bus arrived. Jimin thinks he should receive an award for fastest fish tail braid in the world, at least.

His days move like this often, except for Sundays and Saturdays when he’s granted an extra two hours of sleep curled into your warmth before the kids come to wake you both up. He doesn’t mind the (usually rough and rowdy) greeting of several little girls propelling themselves onto Jimin’s back. Mainly because he’s smothered in wet mouthed kisses as his daughters wish him good morning. The three of them plus their mother cuddling into his chest makes for a pretty nice wake up call, even if he does complain that Soo is kneeing him in the abdomen and Minah is sitting on his ankle.

Jimin had, surprisingly, been the first to start up a family out of the seven of his friends, Jungkook being the second. Meeting the mother of his children had been an accidental slip up at the airport; you had meant to buy the seat next to your best friend, but instead spent the thirteen hour flight to LA next to Jimin because your friend’s seat partner refused to give up her window seat (and when your friend had seen who you’d be sitting next to for the rest of the flight, she had promptly lied to Jimin’s face that she was perfectly fine where she was, shooting you a wink as you walked away). In the end, Jimin and you had become friends so quickly that by the time you both landed, you had exchanged numbers and met up for coffee in the city during the duration of both your vacations.

A coffee date or four turned into silly arcade dates and roller skating with each other to Bruno Mars, and fast forward three years later, Jimin was popping the question in front of your favorite ramen restaurant and catching you as you squealed and threw yourself into his arms. You two had barely waited to officially wed, and even less waited to start on a family. You had truly found your soulmate, and it felt so fairytale that you had to pinch yourself sometimes when you looked into his eyes.

Mornings like these, when you would shuffle downstairs to get ready for work, assured there was no pinch needed.

The strong aroma of coffee hit your senses just as soon as you woke up, and you’d known immediately that it was another day with the man you loved. Watching him flip bacon and set up backpacks for the girls’ day at school was like a dream you were glad was a reality. You weren’t sure if he knew how much you loved him, so you made sure to make it known at every possible moment.

Even as you simply leaned against the island in the kitchen, arms folded and eyes lovingly sweeping Jimin’s sleepy figure in, you knew he could feel the literal hearts you were shooting at him through your gaze.

“You should get dressed, honey. Traffic is a killer at the beginning of the week, you know.” Jimin says, glancing over his shoulder at you. His messy dark hair shrouds his eyes some, but you can see the brimming reprimand he’s firing up for you if you didn’t get moving. Instead, you give him a lopsided smirk in response.

“Can’t I look at my handsome husband a little longer? We haven’t been on a date in a while.” “The last ‘date’ we had, I recall, resulted in the littlest one currently whining her way out of bed right now.” Jimin chuckles under his breath.

“That’s cause you were too desperate to grab a con-” You can barely finish your sentence, having sauntered over to his side, before he leans in to press a warm kiss to your lips to shut you up. He doesn’t move and neither do you, simply relishing in the intimate feeling. This, too, he rarely got to do without six pairs of prying eyes around the corner. Right now it was just you and Jimin… and maybe Connie, but Connie was busy licking up spilled peanut butter on the floor from Jimin’s hasty attempt at making PB&J earlier.

Jimin raises his hand and cups your cheek as he pushes you back, even as you lean in with a barely audible whine, upset he’s denying you a longer kiss. His soft fingers brush away the sleep from the corners of your eyes as you lean into him, relishing in his warmth. The feeling is so intoxicating that you start to lull against his side, and he can tell.

Gently wrapping an arm around your waist, he shuts off the skillet and lets the bacon cook a little longer on the fleeting heat before scooping it up and setting it on a plate beside your arm. Breakfast is finished, yet he can’t give you his full attention just yet.

As the kids rush down the stairs, Jimin does the usual with an additional onlooker peeking from her spot on the kitchen counter. Jimin does braids and ponytails and buns, he fixes blazers and corrects crooked bowties, and he makes sure every mouth is fed before helping them to the door, right on time for the bus as always. He crouches after opening the front door and he’s blessed with three quick kisses in succession, a chorus of goodbyes to both their father and mother filling the morning air before they’re being taken to school and out of sight.

When Jimin enters the house again, you’ve yet to make an attempt to get dressed, and your coffee has long since gone cold. “Calling in sick?” He murmurs, knowing all to well the look you give him as he quietly walks toward you with hands deep in the pockets of his shorts.

You nod and hold your arms open for him, which he gladly sinks into with a chuckle. You press your face into his neck and inhale, making him squirm in your hold. “That tickles.” Jimin complains, pushing at you lightly.

“Take a breath, Park Jimin, my loving husband. Today is all about you. Take a breath and let me take care of you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper at his ear, and yet just like that, he melts into you like the weight of the world has finally fallen off his shoulders. His arms encase you in a needy hug and you hold him back just as tight, unable to fight the loving smile you press into his hair as he sighs. For the first time in a while, Jimin lets go of the stresses of being a perfect dad for three beautiful angels and an equally perfect husband for the angel who gave him them all. He sinks into you and relishes in your caring touches that remind him he’s not the only caretaker in the home. You’re there too, loving and supporting him every step of the way. You’re there, and always have been.

Jimin hadn’t really seen himself becoming a stay at home dad all those years ago when the group first started. He hadn’t even known he’d find someone who he’d want to settle down with so quickly. He had opted to be a bachelor like Yoongi for as long as possible (”it’s for solidarity, hyung”), but his plans had long since been whipped and skewed to the point where Jimin was no longer in the business of making promises for anything.

Though it was tough, being the only man in a home full of girls, Jimin had since learned one by one that it was much tougher to be a parent than he had expected. The worried feelings that bubbled inside his stomach every time one of his little girls grew a year older and a year smarter left him wondering how long it’d be before they too started exploring their own world and nature. He wanted them to do so in the safest way possible, but he also knew that he could not be too picky. He had been used to giving advice on it for so long that when it had been spit back at him, he had gone blank.

“I don’t want her to get hurt, Jimin… she’s my whole world.” Jungkook had barely given his child a chance to escape his arms since Jimin had showed up at his friend’s humble home. If Jungkook could propel hearts through his eyes, the newborn in his arms would be absolutely drowning in them by now.

“She’s going to get hurt whether you like it or not, you know. That’s just the way of the world.”

“How are you going to fare, then? If I’m having this much trouble with one, you’re gonna have three times as much!”

Jimin, for the first time, is stunned into silence by the kid. Jungkook watches on with a know-it-all look on his face and smirks, but it is not to mock Jimin so much as it is to prove his point silently. Jungkook would only have to righteously defend one daughter from nasty pubescent germ-carriers called teenage boys at least a handful of times. Jimin would have to go through it again, and again, and again…

“…Well, It’s me, (Y/N), Connie, and the rest of you boys. We should be able to defend them all just fine.” Jimin smiles, nudging Jungkook with his shoulder, careful not to wake the resting baby in his arms. He watches with great amusement as Jungkook’s hold tightens just a little bit in fear that Jimin hit too hard and his grip would come loose. Jimin was awfully pleased he’d be seeing Jungkook grow as a father firsthand, if it meant experiencing his awkward fumbles like this all the time.

With cautious steps, Jungkook lowers his little girl into her crib and lets out a content sigh, “I just had a bad thought, Jimin,” the eldest of the two’s ears perk at this, only half paying attention while his hands fumble with a little stuffed teddy bear in the corner of the nursery, “what if… one of the boys has a kid too, and one of our girls fall for them?”

On days like this, Jimin thinks he should really thank his mom for putting up with him.

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