#wait now I’m thinking about how all of those characters are men and how Billy reacted to Mary getting the power of Shazam too
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With Friends Like These - thoughts
This is late in the rewatch week, but I watched these today and when I watched this one I was on my computer already and I got the rambles- have some of my unabridged, unhinged thoughts on this episode:
This is going to sound real dumb, but I forgot before doing the rewatch how call-oriented the first season was… like in the fourth season obviously they still go on calls, but they start the episode like this is what we’re doing in our off hours!
Oh the awkwardness of running into someone you knew a long time ago;
Although the one way to make this worse; when someone recognizes you and you either A) think they look vaguely familiar but it’s clear they remember you much more than you remember them, or B) when you see someone and you know exactly where you know them from… but can’t think of their fucking name (seriously is there a graceful way to say, I remember you, but also, I can’t think of your name?)
If you didn’t have a fear of big trucks passing you on the road — like I always feel like I am going the speed limit the car is old but we are TRYING and they still pass me-
Those big trucks are so scary-
Oh Carlos is so sweet and so good at his job… and has such a comforting voice… (is this all we see of Carlos in this episode? I don’t actually remember. We’ll find out).
Coming back after I finished this episode- this WAS the only scene we got for Carlos!
Not near enough of Carlos in this episode-
Am I a terrible person if I say I wish this was Tommy?
Also it’s weird in this first season where Nancy (and Tim) are there and just never… talk.
Genuinely curious — does everyone just… know their blood type?
Like fictional characters always know this and I would have literally no idea; is this something real people know about themselves??
“Don’t you have any friends, Probie?” Oh Marjan-
Ngl, TK looks really good in his track pants…
Although that man is physically incapable of having a backpack and not looking like he’s in first grade.
Oh Paul would be so much fun at a card game.
Like someone brings him and is like “oh he’s not playing, he’s just waiting for a ride” and Paul is watching everybody and just texting the person he’s sitting next to, “okay so his tell is this, and when this guy is bluffing he—”
Judd does NOT want Owen joining in these reindeer games.
Judd, if Tommy were here, she’d say, “trust those instincts, Juddy”.
Like I don’t want to not like Michelle, but going back and watching these, it’s like, I wish Tommy were here-
Like I’m glad Carlos has someone to talk to but still-
Grace looks AMAZING-
And she also is surprised Owen is here to play reindeer games-
Because Judd didn’t mention Billy Tyson is coming over, and Billy sucks.
(Okay maybe he doesn’t say that but seriously. Billy sucks so much. I was nervously hovering during season four, waiting for Billy Tyson to pop out from behind some furniture and be his awful awful self).
Owen, baby, sshh, stop trying to counsel men who don’t love their hair as much as you.
Also I know the point is for Owen and Billy Tyson to snipe at each other — and they’re truly doing a great job — but also, who are these other people?
This always bothers me in scenes like this, like introduce them! Judd! Please tell me about your homies!
The captions say this woman’s name is Yvette; who is she? Is she someone’s mom? (Cause that would actually be adorable, if she was a mom of one of the fallen 126 and Judd invited her).
But also — am I a terrible person for assuming she could ONLY be someone’s mom?
But then who is she?
(None of this matters. But the part I remember from this episode is this part; and you can probably tell, I absolutely cannot stand Billy Tyson).
And nothing against the actor — he was in a handful of Gilmore Girls episodes.
Sans mustache.
Back to what’s actually happening; Judd is looking TENSE during the back and forth.
I saw this mentioned in a post that Marjan literally never touches the smoothie Owen made her and now that I’ve seen it there, I cannot unsee it here.
Marjan would definitely harp on it if she missed one point until it was changed and I love that about her-
(Like this woman is goals. I wish I could stand up for myself in any capacity like this).
Also I’m not proud of how much it made me giggle when Owen said “they have to let him take it orally”.
Yes, I know he meant the test.
Okay, small tangent (such a lie. This post is one unhinged tangent. If you’re still with me, having a nutritional albeit disgusting smoothie on me).
How does firefightering school work anyway?
It definitely seems like it varies state by state — like cause is Mateo only twenty years old here? (Going off of in season four Mateo burned down the school when he was thirteen and Owen says it was ten years ago)
Because also, if Mateo hasn’t graduated the academy, how is he allowed to be there?
Like wouldn’t it go fire cadet, then probie, then firefighter?
And in New York; their fire academy somehow takes two years, and then you’re a probie, then they can’t hire you until you’re 21 — and I still haven’t figured out if you can be a probie before they officially hire you?!
Can anyone explain this?
Anyways- this shows the dynamic of Judd is the oldest brother, than Marjan, than Paul, then, TK, then Mateo would be the youngest brother…
Like no one is going to say no to big sister Marjan!
“Because with that drawl, you read the slowest”. Well, she’s not wrong…
The end of TK with the book is so cute and I don’t know why, but it is.
Billy Tyson is there… because Owen invited him.
Like everyone can see this won’t end well, showing Billy everything — like Owen is GLEEFUL.
STOP IT OWEN. THIS GUY IS BAD NEWS.
YOU DON’T WANT TO GET MIXED UP WITH THE LIKES OF HIM.
OR HIS STUPID MUSTACHE.
Oh those little girls are so cute.
This is a stupid question — are hackles a real thing?
Like what part of the dog are they? (alternative title; I’m sorry I am an idiot lol).
“He loves them. And Cesar Millan”. Other things I didn’t know, that Dog Whisperer is in fact a thing —that reference does make sense here
The little girl telling TK, “you know you have really big muscles?” And Marjan answering, “trust me, he knows” Bahahaa
Oh the impalement part is icky — but that is a very good dog.
“Sir, you should look away for this”. I appreciate that warning.
Owen practicing golfing so he can out-golf Billy later — Owen why is this a person you want to hang out with?
Like I may have bagged on Michelle before, but Owen, god listen to this woman!
“Good god, how many of these are there?” Oh Judd…
Love when Mateo gives the answer to Paul he couldn’t come up with later; attaboy probie!
I simultaneously love all the S1 workout scenes and am mad that we don’t get any later on —
Like give us a Tarlos works out together scene, ya cowards!
I have to think about that scene for a moment…
Oh the possibilities…
I’m back —
The scene where they wake Mateo up to quiz him is kind of adorable—
And I love Mateo’s studying by listening montage.
I do not know enough about golf to know who is out-golfing who.
Oh, Owen’s about to do something so dumb.
Mateo, you need a hug so bad—
Marjan definitely didn’t know what is riding on this for Mateo.
Did Owen know this??
I suspect he might because he asked Marjan to help but I wonder-
“Soon you’re gonna die anyway. Everybody will”. I like this speech a lot—
And Marjan, I feel you freely admitting you don’t know about the Star Wars references.
“I just didn’t know it’d be chunky”. Not something you often think about ashes, I gotta admit.
Also I sound like a broken record, but three calls an episode!
Did any season four episode even have two?
(They all did and this is more common than I think is probably the right answer lol).
We get to see Grace!
Like there is truly nothing you can put in front of this woman that she can’t handle.
*Sigh* I knew this was coming, and it still irks me (well more than irks lol)
Like I love Owen — he is deeply flawed buy deeply caring character who doesn’t deserve the hate he gets, and I thought this before season four which was a much better season for Owen than season three—
Had to say all of this before I got this out —
Because DAVY CROCKETT DIED FOR OUR SINS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING OWEN!
YOU IMBECILE!
WHY OH WHY, OF ALL THINGS HOLY, WOULD YOU TELL THIS MAN ABOUT THE DAMN CANCER!!!!
Oh I should stop shouting? I can do that—
But seriously, why Owen!
You don’t tell TK, your child, the entire reason you have for being in Texas, that you have cancer. No, you let him figure it out.
But a virtual stranger — who has reason to dislike you — you just tell him that rather than say, “No, I don’t like cigars?”
Other things Owen could have said rather than “I have cancer”
“Well, maybe the other patrons of this swanky club would rather you not, Billy, and they pay a lot of money to come here to not inhale that shit”.
“Well Billy, if you’ve beat cancer, shouldn’t you have your whole life ahead of you?”
“Well Billy, I was watching that 70s show and someone on there referred to cigars as like “smoking a dirty sock only easier” and doggone, I agree”.
All of this would have been preferable to ‘I have cancer’. Owen.
You stupid, stupid man.
I do not love seeing grownups be mean to Mateo; this is like Captain Grumpy at the end of season two.
But Mateo lights up when he gets out and they’re all there waiting for him.
“Some of us will be drinking mineral water either way”. This is so weirdly specific and something I did not know was a thing until I started watching this show, and I also don’t drink anything hard.
Like the bar scene made me curious; if they specifically order mineral water, will places just have that on hand??
I do love that Mateo telling his sucky old captain that they’d all be dead soon, to the confusion of everyone else.
He got a 92!
Aww Owen tells Mateo he’s proud of him <3
TK knows something’s up and is worried about his dad :’(
Gonna say it one more time—
Oh, Owen.
You idiot.
Also this is why I can’t stand Billy Tyson, he is literally just there to be a mustache twirling villain — like this man could have literally tied Owen to train tracks and it would have felt the same as this.
He literally says this ain’t personal and follows it up with “but I’m taking your job and either firing or hazing/harassing every single person on your team until they quit”.
I do love that Owen is prepared to fight for his team… but
Oh I just hate Billy Tyson so, so much.
Also wow is this long and unhinged- thank you for reading my many incoherent thoughts!
Now I am up to tell my cat yes, she already had wet food today that's why her dish is empty.
#911 lone star#911 lone star rewatch 2024#with friends like these#owen strand#judd ryder#billy tyson#who sucks so much lol
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It’s taken me long enough to write up my thoughts on the latest two Casualty episodes, but I’m finally doing it now, and hey, late is better than never.
S37E34 “Separation”:
This was an excellent episode!! Probably one of my favourites from this series so far - and I liked it all the better, of course, for not having any scenes with Faith. (It was very good in its own right, though, even putting aside the relief of getting a break from Faith.)
Oh, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. I wish I could give him a hug. :( His storyline is being brilliantly done, but it’s nonetheless very sad to see him struggling so much. Especially with how he’s avoiding therapy and others’ support. I tend to relate a lot to characters who are traumatised but don’t want help because they don’t think they deserve it, so... yeah.
Charles Venn’s performances have been absolutely wonderful throughout this entire storyline, but I thought he was especially outstanding in this episode. In particular, the moment between Jacob and Billie where she wanted him to kiss her, and Jacob hesitated - as though he clearly didn’t want to (well, I suppose more like he did want to but wasn’t quite ready, but hopefully you know what I mean anyway), but he made himself kiss her anyway. Some beautifully subtle acting there. And again, it shows very well how Tina has affected Jacob mentally - I’m sure Billie would have been fine if Jacob had said no, but he felt like he had to. That it was what he “should” do. (I think one could parallel/contrast this, as well, to the scene in Ethan’s last ep where Jacob went on the date with - May, I think her name was? And he panicked and left.)
I could write whole essays about this storyline and everything Jacob’s going through at the moment, and I think I probably will, but I’ll wait until after the next ep.
The plot device of Jacob running into Billie on a shout felt like something that could’ve easily seemed forced into the episode, but it worked out very very well! Billie seems really nice in general, but sadly, I have a feeling their relationship won’t go well. Jacob’s not emotionally ready for a relationship right now IMO - well, I think he could make a go of it, but he needs support and therapy too, not just another romance, that by itself isn’t going to help him - and I think on some level or another he knows that. Which is part of what makes this all so sad. :(
The Max and Jodie storyline is still very interesting to me, and I’m really enjoying their scenes together! Maybe part of why I like it so much is that it, and Max in general to some extent, makes me think of Henrik - a consultant doctor who walked out on his daughter/son respectively, and now their dynamic is strained because of it. Although I like to think things will turn out happier for Max and Jodie.
The patient storylines were very good. I particularly liked the storyline about the two sisters.
The Dylan and Donna scenes were great - well, when aren’t they?! I don’t have a lot to say about those, but yeah, I’m still very pleased Donna came over to Casualty and that they’ve made her friends with Dylan. :)
And it turns out Ryan - or Harry Tressler 2.0 as I’ve been jokingly calling him in my mind - is bi! Good for him, and it’s nice to have representation. Ryan’s my least favourite of this nurse quartet for his personality (I mean, him spreading rumours about Jodie hasn’t been exactly endearing him to me!), but I am glad to have some more queer rep anyway. And maybe I’m taking things a bit far by thinking of him as “Harry Tressler 2.0″, because Ryan’s had moments where I quite like him (like the one in this ep, when he’s basically like “oh, I like men, I just don’t like you”), and I don’t think there’s been any moments where I’ve liked Harry Tressler (unless I’m forgetting some).
S37E35 “Deliverance”:
I like that this one happens to have the same title as one of my favourite CHVRCHES songs! And it was a pretty good episode in general, too, though I liked it less than “Separation” because this one did have Faith in it. :/
The Jacob comedy stuff was alright, but it feels a bit odd because most of his storyline recently has been so serious. Having said that, I loved the little moment of him dancing! That was adorable.
Di Botcher was great in this episode. I just wanted to acknowledge that - she’s a brilliant actress. I hope Jan and Ffion reunite eventually, though!
The Max and Jodie stuff is still good, but I feel like Jodie’s maybe having too much drama too quickly. I’d like to see Cam and Rida get some dramatic storylines, so that Jodie’s scenes can focus just on the storyline with Max for a while, rather than having these other big stories as well. Having said that, Jodie reminds me somewhat of Gemma Wilde, who had some big dramatic storylines soon after she arrived too and got a lot of great scenes out of it (S15 E20 “Unravelled” is one of my favourite episodes about dealing with trauma that Holby ever did). So idk.
Speaking of Cam, the whole thing with him having a crush on Jodie makes me think of Arthur’s crush on Chantelle in Holby. Has anyone else been thinking that too? It is a bit different though, as Arthur and Chantelle never lived together, as far as I can remember!! But yeah, I keep kind of expecting Cam to make a mixtape for Jodie like Arthur did, lol.
A Ryan/Jodie romance could be interesting. I have no idea where their storyline will go, so I’m very intrigued to see what comes of it.
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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 265
First Blood
Hey…there’s actually fewer than 100 days of me watching superwholock left…unless I do some reworking and only giving myself actual holidays off and not several days around them (but maybe just doing one episode on those days instead of two. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. In the meantime, I’ll try to figure out why I’m trying to drag this out (hint: it’s because like the eleventh Doctor, I don’t like endings)
“First Blood”
Plot Description: Sam and Dean desperately seek an escape route after being placed in a high-level government facility for attempting to assassinate the president
Can you imagine trying to type that sentence on any other webbed site??
Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean…no one died but…I’m not in any kind of position to be where the boys are
This but from the British Men of Letters has…no idea what he’s dealing with here. At the same time, the American exceptionalism ingrained in the minds of the writers room is very clear. That “we’re the ones actually doing the work while you keep your hands clean and soft” mentality
I know Mary can’t really do anything to help the boys rn (not even Crowley can…nor does he want to, really) but to go on a hunting trip? Maybe?
Cas knowing exactly how long it’s been that Dean the boys have been gone 😭
I know they’re not actually dead so like….why are we even pretending?
They are terrible at communicating how their escape plan is gonna work to Cas. Poor Cas
Mary looks real good with a bloody machete in her hand, just sayin
I miss the days when Castiel could just teleport. Him disappearing and/or reappearing at the most frustrating times was so good. Now he has to wait for Mary to come pick him up in a car
Castiel agreeing with the British Men of Letters guy about the attitudes of American hunters 💀 I mean…it IS true, but you didn’t have to say it
It IS weird to have an episode where ANY supernatural stuff is pretty exclusively on the periphery…on Supernatural.
I hate how Dean coded my brain is. Just as I was saying out loud that Dean was probably living his best prison escape movie life right now, he pulls out a Cool Hand Luke quote (I had actually said The Fugitive, but we were on similar wavelengths)
He’s really just pulling out all the movie quotes and shit. Cool Hand Luke and then The Watchmen?? Well paraphrasing it, at least
When your crush calls you “buddy”
I don’t know what configuration would have otherwise made sense or if Sam just gets to sit up front because he needs the leg room…but Cas and Dean sitting in the back of Mary’s car as they drive back to the bunker
I didn’t like the idea of Mary sacrificing herself for Sam and Dean to fulfill their pact with Billie, tbe reaper (though, like…it is in character), but having Castiel kill Billie is worse
Oh. Yeah. He’s been a little too hinged as himself lately. We’re getting unhinged Cas back. Unhinged, loyal to a fault, utterly devoted and willing to do anything, whatever it takes to protect the Winchesters Castiel
Babes did not think of the consequences of his actions…can’t wait to see how that plays out
I don’t like that the British Men of Letters have gotten a hook in Mary, but again…fairly in character for someone who wanted to get out of hunting so she married John…and now is talking to a guy who wants to eradicate supernatural creatures in the US
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So I know everyone has already dissected this scene to its core, but it’s taken me a good 48 hours to digest this and I just needed to get it out.
I’m an aspiring actor, I’ve been training for a long time, with a lot of amazing teachers. I’ve watched a lot of shows and shipped a lot of couples. Some of them beautiful and canon, others, well, let’s just say waiting 22 years and counting for acknowledgement, closure, anything, it’s a damn challenge. I’ve seen a hell of a lot of will-they-wont-they’s, baiting, purposeful ignorance, deliberate fake outs, zero explanations, storylines that basically caused canon disintegration, the works.
In saying that, Dean and Cas were right up there on the list with the other “impossibles” because honestly, I didn’t think the writers would have the guts to do it, but I am so f*cking proud they did. It’s safe to say I’ve watched the scene a good hundred+ times already.
I’ve seen a lot of “controversy” around Dean’s reaction/Jensen’s acting choices and whether or not Dean reciprocates Cas’ feelings, and obviously, I needed to add my own views to the mix.
Just work with me for a minute here.
Dean Winchester is an emotionally repressed trainwreck, and ironically enough, the one that is so full of emotion it hurts to watch. When Cas first starts his speech, he’s confused, really confused because why on earth would Cas start off on a rant now? Billie’s waiting to kill them, he just said he knew something that was more powerful than she was, something that could save them. That’s where he thought this speech was going.
The confusion turns to realisation that it’s a goodbye when Cas starts telling him how incredible he is, how his entire essence is love. Go back and watch the scene again, when Cas says “you’re the most caring man on Earth”, you physically see Dean look down, his eyes searching, he’s actively trying to make sense of what’s happening, he knows what’s coming and you can see him coming to terms with the shock of the words being said to him. He then looks directly at Cas. That look, that was pure shock.
Also, notice how he doesn’t stop Cas from talking? He doesn’t interject, make a joke, doesn’t talk about how there is no time for this now, they’ve got to at least try and stop Billie. He. says. nothing. He listens, he listens like I’ve never seen Dean listen before. Because it’s sinking in now.
When Cas really starts crying, when he says “you changed me, Dean”, you can actually see the pain in Dean’s eyes. He’s no longer in control of his emotions, he’s crying too. He’s never seen Cas like this, so raw, and vulnerable and human. This is the hardest, most emotional conversation they’ve both ever had. They are talking about the one thing that everybody knows, but is never addressed. When it wasn’t talked about, they could deny it, live in the lie. Once it’s said aloud, it’s real and they can’t turn back.
This above series of interactions is the part that kills me the most. The moment Cas says “because it is”, that’s the exact moment of realisation. Look at that last GIF, really look. He’s just worked it out, that he is Cas’ true happiness. He knows what’s coming before Cas even says it. Go back and watch the scene again, they pulled that off so well, the way the music swells at this exact moment. Jensen is giving us everything here, you can see what’s happening in his head - he is Cas’ happiness. He is the one thing on Earth Cas wants and thinks he can’t have. He is the reason Cas is about to die. He knows what Cas is about to say and he’s not sure he’s ready to hear it, not now, not like this. It’s almost a silent plea not to say it, because he knows. Of course he knows. It’s like he can’t quite believe Cas is really, after all this time, finally going to say it.
And because obviously Jensen decided that that wasn’t enough to break us, the loaded reaction when Cas says “I love you” has me nothing but convinced that it’s reciprocated. Because Dean knows. He’s always known. Those tears, that head tilt, that gulp. He’s so genuinely confused that they’re really having this conversation. It’s like he can’t quite believe that this is the reality before him because he’s been living in that denial, in that self-loathing and unlovable layer he believes to be true. He’s been under the ‘what if... but it could never be’ umbrella for so long.
What also makes this real is that there isn’t anyone else around this time. When “I love you’s” have been said before, they have always been able to deflect it, with other people or other words. Now it’s just the two of them. No deflecting, no running away. Dean is forced to hear it, to absorb it, to realise it’s for nobody else but him.
Now, I don’t know if you guys felt this, but when Dean says “Don’t do this, Cas”, he wasn’t just referring to Cas sacrificing himself to the Empty, he’s telling Cas that he can’t just say this, not now, knowing he’s going to die, knowing that Dean won’t get a chance to think, to process, to say what he needs too. I keep staring at that GIF above, Dean is breaking down, I’m almost convinced that Jensen was using an “I love you too, please just stop this” inner monologue for this bit. Look at the way he’s looking at Cas before he realises the Empty has started materialising and turns around. That’s a look of pure heartbreak. Trust me when I tell you, it’s really hard to keep those inner thoughts inside if you’re so in the moment - actually, don’t just take my word for it, read any acting book, ask any actor, it’s so hard to keep that in and sometimes you don’t, and sometimes you do - it’s in both the resistance and the letting go that the gold happens. This my friends, is gold.
Did anyone else hear “Cas, I-”, well, regardless of whether or not it was an “I” or a very sharp breath, the outcome is the same. Dean’s gone into immediate panic mode. The Empty at one end and Billie at the other, and all poor Dean wants to do is gather his thoughts on not what to say but how to say it. I don’t think he comprehended just how little time he had, he was so focused on what was being said that the reality of the situation caught him completely off guard.
Also, I know this post was about dissecting Dean’s reaction, but can we sidebar a minute to talk about Cas as he pushes Dean out of the way? He’s sobbing, he’s fully crying. That hit me really hard, I’ve never seen Cas cry like that, I’ve never seen Misha get to play that level of emotion before and it was the most heartbreaking thing to watch since The Doctor and Rose and Buffy and Spike, to which by the way, I find many parallels between those couples and this scene.
Speaking of crying, that brings me to this: Dean slumped on the floor, ignoring a call from Sam, sobbing his heart out knowing he’s lost everything. Dean-I’m-emotionally-unavailable-Winchester is sobbing. Maybe I’m wrong, but I don’t recall ever seeing Dean cry like this before either, the sobbing was so evident and piercing in that silence. The look around the room, the burying of his head in his hands, that is a classic writers romantic love trope if I’ve ever seen it, they really pulled out all the stops with this one.
So, to summarise, I think Jensen’s choices and Dean’s reactions were absolutely and utterly perfect. They both did it so well that it didn’t break from character that these two emotionally distant and repressed men are in love and finally voicing it. Jensen barely said two words and still managed to cause mass coronary’s across the fandom. That my friends is what you call a brilliant actor. I bow down to the talents of these two amazing human beings.
Before I leave this novel, I have to say there are now a few things I’m going to need from the powers that be to not screw this up, help me manifest this:
1. Dean gets to reciprocate his feelings to Cas in person. So, I’m gonna need Cas back and a very emotional Dean.
2. Dean to be actively dealing with heartbreak in the next episode (unless they decided to bring Cas back that soon, which I wouldn’t put past them at this point).
3. Sam to confront Dean about his feelings for Cas, because out of everyone, he’d be the one to hit Dean with the truth of his fears. Sam knows. Sam is supportive. Sam sees it all.
4. I’m gonna need some physical affection, cause after 12 years of nonsense, we damn well deserve it. A hug, and not just any old reunion hug, a proper, this is different now hug. A kiss because hello, in love out loud now. Forehead touching, handholding, really gonna need the works here.
5. A happy ending for the two of them, one way or another. We’ve never had one, it’s time.
Okay, have at it now, let’s speak these into existence please.
Note: GIFs are not mine, I did not make them, credit to owners who I’m not sure of, but they’re beautiful, thanks for making them. EDIT: I’ve just been informed that these gorgeous gifs belong to @michaeldean and @inacatastrophicmind!
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I don’t know why this fandom gets so angry about anyone using the term queerbaiting. Look call it whatever you want but the fact is Buck and Eddie are written as more than friends. The writers know it. The show runners know it. We the audience know it. Yet everytime anyone involved with the show (minus Oliver because he’s a 👑) is asked they act like it’s all in our heads. I’m sorry but that’s an issue especially because the show benefits from having such a devoted vocal fanbase. They get to have us always watching (helping to keep the ratings up), always talking about the show on social media (helping to keep it relevant and bring in new viewers), always getting excited for new promos and spoilers and engaging with the official 911 accounts. Yet they still say stuff like in that article. As if we’re just some weird little fraction of fans coming up with these crazy theories and pushing for Buddie to happen when it’s so outer limits from what’s actually on screen.
Take a second to think about any other friendship on the show and then compare it to Buck and Eddie. Now tell me that these are just two good friends and we’re simply seeing more than what’s intended?
Like when you compare Buck and Eddie to Chim and Hen you can tell there is a significant difference in the way they write for each pair. Or if you want to look at m|m friendships compare them to Michael and Bobby. Or if you watch Lone Star Judd and Billy. There is a vast difference in the kinds of scenes and the way they’re written for Buddie than for other friendships on both shows.
Because Buck and Eddie don’t feel like just friends they feel like two men raising a kid together. Two men who know each other better than anyone else knows them. Who love and support each other better than anyone else. Chim and Hen love and care about each other but the kind of intimacy that exists between two people in love isn’t there with them not the way it is with Buck and Eddie. The way that Buck and Eddie can speak to each other with just a look. The way they have all these inside jokes and stories about their time together. The way they touch each other. The way they trust each other. The way Eddie trusts Buck with what is most important to him in the entire world, Christopher. It’s all different.
The thing is if Buddie was never meant to be a couple and never will be why not keep Eddie with Ana and Buck with Taylor and actually develop those relationships? They still could have done a mental health storyline for Eddie and had Ana supporting him. And I don’t know what they’ve been doing with Buck because he’s clearly not happy with Taylor. So now they’re on season 5 and it seems like neither Buck nor Eddie is going to have a long term love interest at this point. Because the longest and most meaningful (none familial) relationship they’ve had on the show is with each other. Yet the show seems dead set on not putting them together simply because they’re two guys.
Someone in fandom pointed this out before (can’t remember who) but the fact is if Buck and Eddie were a straight couple then they’d already be in a will they/ won’t they saga probably for multiple seasons and we’d just be waiting to see them get together. We’d already know how they felt we’d just have to wait for it happen. But because it’s two guys we have to wait years to get any kind of direct canon confirmation of their feelings and them getting together officially may not happen at all.
In all honesty I get really tired of seeing people praise 911 for the representation it gives to lgbtq people. Sure there’s been some good stuff that’s happened on Lone Star (though that show isn’t perfect either) but the OG sorry to say is sorely lacking on lgbtq stories. 911 has been content to just have a handful of canon background lgbtq characters ones they haven’t really done much at all with. Even Hen’s relationship with Karen has had little focus since season 1. So people praise the show even within our own fandom and yet they don’t do anything to earn that praise. Some of that praise even comes from our love of Buddie. Like we praise them for doing these beautiful scenes with them but then they get away with saying well we never intended it to mean anything more than that.
I just feel like the show runners don’t get that there are ways to write meaningful platonic relationships between same sex characters without making it seem like those characters are in love with each other, if that’s not the intention.
Like why have scenes like the elf, and TK’s comment to Buck assuming he wasn’t straight? Why have Eddie’s shooting be filmed like someone watching their lover dying? Not to mention Buck’s traumatic reaction especially afterward with Christopher.
Why include the will scene at all when they knew especially by the end of season 4 how much people were shipping them?
Also the whole explanation Kristen gave about the will just irritated the hell out of me. I get that she was just pulling from her own life experience but the way the scene played out on screen did not feel like a friend saying hey if something happens to me can you make sure to be there for my kid?
This is how the scene went in 4x14:
Buck comes into the hospital goes and talks to the nurses about Eddie and getting him released ( you know something a spouse without do).
Then Buck and Eddie sit alone in the hospital room on Eddie’s bed. Where Eddie proceeds to call Buck Evan (something almost no one else does). Then tells him about how he put down in his will that Buck would be Chris’ legal guardian if something happened. Also that he did it a while ago but didn’t tell Buck and only decides to tell him now because he wanted to make sure Buck knew that he wasn’t expendable. Eddie also says that his attorney said Buck could refuse and Buck says you know I wouldn’t and Eddie says I know you wouldn’t. Because they just know each other. And it all feels intense and emotional and like Eddie is telling Buck how important he is to him.
Then they leave the hospital and go to Eddie’s where we see Buck standing in the doorway smiling watching Eddie and Chris hug.
Like what about any of that felt like it was platonic?
Another scene that immediately springs to mind too is in 5x02. When Ana came to see Eddie with Chris. It was written and filmed in such a deliberate way to include Buck. They could have had it be Eddie, Bobby, and Ravi instead of Buck. Maybe have Bobby notice something seemed off about Eddie and talk to him (as he’s done before) but nope it was Buck because it’s always Eddie with Buck and vice versa. They also filmed that whole scene to show Eddie totally checked out from Ana and connected to Buck. The two of them communicating with just a look. Plus they showed Christopher running to Buck like he’s the other parent. They didn’t even have Buck talk to Ana at all. It all felt very much like Buck was “the other woman”. There are ways to write and film a scene to get points across to the audience without having to say it explicitly and a lot felt like it was being communicated through subtext. How else was I supposed to interpret Eddie not even remembering his own girlfriend’s name and ignoring her but staring at Buck?
I know this got super long and I’m not trying to be all negative here but I needed to rant because that article pissed me off. I am thankful we have Buddie and thankful we’ve gotten the scenes we have but I wish the show runners would stop making it seem like more was going to happen if it’s not. Even more I wish they’d stop acting like a deer in the headlights when asked about Buddie. This is not the first season of the show it’s the 5th and they’ve been putting Buck and Eddie in these incredibly intimate scenes for four seasons now. They know what they’re doing. There’s also a lot of different choices they could have made with Buck and Eddie ones that would have made it a lot clearer to the audience where things are headed but it feels like they’re playing this middle of the road nonsense so as not lose Buddie fans and not to alienate their more conservative straight fans.
I’ve been dealing with shows being like this (and worse) for years and years I think I’m just tired of the bs. I want to see shows embrace lgbtq characters and storylines more. I want to see lgbtq characters and relationships treated like straight ones where it’s about the relationships and the chemistry and less about someone’s gender. I feel like a lot of media just gets away with doing the bare minimum now for lgbtq representation and that really needs to change. I love 911 and the work that’s done on there but they really need to do better. A storyline like Buck and Eddie where two men who had previously only dated women fell in love and raised a family together would be pretty ground breaking and I don’t think we’ve seen it on mainstream media before. 911 could break down a lot of stigmas and stereotypes with Buddie if they’re not too chickenshit to actually make it happen that is.
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how they react when you walk in covered in blood and carrying a gun ~ mcu
request?: no
warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and violence
masterlist (one, two)
*only using the og six plus bucky, wanda and loki because there’s way too many marvel characters rn; also based off of a tiktok by anniedvorak!*
BRUCE BANNER/HULK:
The last person you expected to see when you entered Thor’s room on Sakaar with the intentions of saving him was your boyfriend, Bruce. He had been lost for so long, you had let your heart let go of him. But there he was, stood with a cloth wrapped around his waist after having turned back from the Hulk.
You were tempted to walk back out. This wasn’t exactly how you wanted Bruce to see you - an alien gun in hand and blood splattered over your face and clothes. But it was too late, he was already looking at you with wide eyes.
“(Y/N),” he said, turning to approach you but stopping halfway. You weren’t sure if he had stopped because of the blood or because he was still technically naked. “What are you...what did you...?”
“I’m trying to save Thor,” you responded. “Listen, we don’t have much time. I can explain everything once all of us are off of this planet. Put some pants on, we’re getting out of here.”
~~~~~~
BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER:
You walked in after a surprise run in with the Flag Smashers. Bucky already looked about ready to kill someone, but when you walked through the door of Zemo’s apartment, blood covering your face and your gun clutched tightly in your hand, his face turned red with anger.
“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked.
“Flag Smashers,” you breathed in response.
“I’m gonna fucking kill them,” Bucky hissed, abandoning his drink on the counter and making his way to the door.
You put a hand up to stop him. “I think that ship has sailed. This isn’t all my blood.”
Bucky cupped your face in his hands, his face softening as he looked at you. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” you insisted. “I just need a shower, and maybe a visit to a hospital or something. They hit me pretty hard, I think I have some bruised ribs or something.”
He kissed your forehead and took your gun from your still shaking hands. Once it was safely put aside, he brought you into the bathroom to help you bathe and to start dressing your wounds.
~~~~~~
CLINT BARTON/HAWEYE:
You were extremely lucky that Clint worked with someone like Natasha regularly, or else he would’ve been much more concerned when you arrived home from work covered in blood and still carrying you gun. He barley looked up from the TV as you walked through the door, immediately racing for your bedroom so you could shower and change.
“Hard day at work?” he called as you passed by.
“That last target they sent me after put up a hell of a fight,” you responded. “By the time I finally got him, I realized how late it was and rushed home immediately. I’m glad S.H.I.E.L.D issues those SUVs with the tinted windows or else I definitely would’ve been pulled over for suspicious activity.”
Clint chuckled and rose from his seat. He walked into your shared bedroom as you were pulling off you bloodstained clothes and throwing them into a pile to be tossed out eventually. His eyes raked over your body as you looked up at him.
“Red looks good on you,” he said, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips.
“That’s gross,” you teased. “You’re gross. Just for that, you can’t shower with me.”
He groaned as you walked into the bathroom and locked the door before he could follow you in.
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LOKI:
The sly smirk on Loki’s face was enough to almost rid you of the annoyance you felt after what you just had to do. Almost.
You walked up to the panel that controlled his glass cage. You could’ve easily figured out how to deal with it, but instead you shot the control panel. Sparks flew from it before Loki’s prison sprung open.
“Seems like a bit of overkill,” he commented.
“Shut it,” you hissed. “You told me it was going to be easy to break you out. You failed to mention the entire team of guards that were watching this room, and, oh yeah, the team of super humans that were assembled to face you?!”
Loki walked free of his cage, taking a dramatic deep breath before smiling to himself. “Well, doesn’t seem like you had an issue with them, as I knew you wouldn’t.”
He approached you, arms out as if he were going to hug you and try to kiss you. You poked his stomach with the barrel of your gun, glaring up at him.
“Come one step closer and we see how much damage a mortal weapon can do to a God.”
Loki put his hands on your shoulders, keeping you a fair distance away to heed your warning. “I’m sorry for not giving you a proper warning. Thank you for freeing me, I do appreciate it.”
You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and smiled a little. “You’re welcome.”
“Now, let’s get out of here, shall we?”
“You’re doing all the work this time.”
~~~~~~
NATASHA ROMANOFF/BLACK WIDOW:
It probably wasn’t a good idea, but you didn’t know where else to go. Natasha had always warned you about the Red Room, and you were so stupid to not listen to her.
Now you were stood on her doorstep, covered in blood that wasn’t yours, your gun dangling from your hand as you wished to drop it but also too scared to let it go. It was what Natasha looked at first when she opened the door - the gun, then to your blood covered face.
“Put the gun down,” she said, her voice calmer than you expected.
You gratefully allowed her to take it from your hand as you felt tears starting to well in your eyes. She pulled you in for a hug, where you started to sob on her shoulder. She took a quick look around to make sure you weren’t followed before bringing you into her house.
“Go get cleaned up,” she told you. “We’ll figure out your next step together.”
~~~~~~
STEVE ROGERS/CAPTAIN AMERICA:
You showed up to Sam’s shortly after Steve had brought Natasha. You could barley keep yourself up, the fight had taken everything out of you. You were sure Sam was going to turn you away - you were a stranger showing up on his doorstep covered in blood with a gun in your hand. You were pleasantly shocked when he stepped aside and told you where to find Steve.
Poor Steve. He was already trying to help Natasha, who had been in the same situation as you just with a lot less blood. She was resting when you walked in, dazed and just wanting to also rest.
He was up in seconds, reaching out to wrap you in his arms despite the blood covering you.
“The Winter Soldier is one mean fucker,” you breathed, resting your head against Steve’s chest. “I think he finally got wore out and ran off. Unfortunately, I was wore out about an hour before he was, but I kept going.”
“You should’ve given up long ago, honey,” he said.
“I’m not a pussy,” you said with a slight laugh. “Although I am starting to succumb to the pain.”
He picked you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom where he helped you to rinse the blood off of your body so you could finally rest.
~~~~~~
THOR:
It was a side of you that Thor had never seen before. He had lost you during the battle in Sokovia and was expecting the worst when he couldn’t get you over the coms. When you showed back up to jet, blood covering your tired looking face, he was overjoyed to see you were alright, but also a little shocked by your appearance.
“Those fuckers really thought they had me,” you said, a half laugh bubbling on your lips. “They were a little shocked when I got the upper hand on them. Even more shocked when I shot them dead.”
“I was worried for you, (Y/N),” Thor said, cupping your face in his hands as he approached you. “I truly thought they had taken you from me.”
You smirked up at him. “You really have no faith in me at all them, do you? Or you just underestimate me. I’m a little offended on both accounts, though.”
Thor smiled back at you. “Of course, I would never doubt you. Just a bit of fear is all.”
“When you two are done being gross,” came Tony’s voice from inside the jet, “we’d like to get back to the tower. I think (Y/N) needs a shower and a fresh change of clothes more than anything.”
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TONY STARK/IRON MAN:
“Miss (Y/L/N) incoming Mr. Stark.”
“Tell her to come back at another time, J.A.R.V.I.S, I’m busy right now.”
“I don’t think it can wait, sir.”
Tony looked up to see you walking through the door to his lab, your body trembling as you clutched the gun tightly in your hand. There was a splatter of blood over your shirt and some on your face. You looked up at him, looking like a helpless child.
He quickly walked over to you, his hand automatically reaching for the gun. You gladly let him take it, feeling like a weight had been lifted the moment the weapon was out of your hands.
“What happened?” he asked.
“I-I was attacked at-at home,” you stuttered. “I don’t know how they got in, I don’t know who they were. I walked into my house and was blindsided by these two men trying to attack me. I got the gun out of the hands of one of them and I...I...”
Your hands moved to mimic the action of shooting your attackers, but you couldn’t actually bring yourself to say you had done it. You didn’t want to admit to having shot anyone, even if it was in self defense.
Tony placed the gun aside and took you into his arms. You stopped fighting against the lump that had formed in your throat and began to sob into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair, calming you down.
“It’s okay,” he said, soothingly. “It’s alright. I got you now. I won’t let anyone else try to hurt you.”
~~~~~~
WANDA MAXIMOFF/SCARLETT WITCH:
You didn’t think of Tommy and Billy. You didn’t think about the perfect neighborhood Wanda had created. You didn’t even think about Vision, or the version of Vision she had created. Your only thoughts were getting to Wanda before Hayward and his people could.
She was horrified when she opened the door. Of course she was; you were stood at her doorstep, a ghost from the life she wanted to forget, holding a gun with blood splattered on your face.
“You have to get out of here,” you said before she could speak. “You have to break down that boarder and you need to get out of here now.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice still in its sitcom mode. “Please leave before I call the police.”
You grabbed hold of her shoulders before she could walk away, startling her.
“Wanda, you have to listen to me. You know what’s happening here because you are controlling it all. I know that, everyone outside the Hex knows that. Including the S.W.O.R.D director Hayward, who is trying to break through your barrier right now to kill you. I know you don’t want to lose this perfect life you’ve made, but your are in real danger. You need to get out of here.”
It seemed like she was understanding. A hurt look passed over her face as she turned to look into the house where her perfect family was likely residing. She took a deep breath and turned back to you.
“Let’s go.”
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....and the Oscar goes to.. | Tom Holland X Male!actor reader. 
A/N: this was just something I wrote because I got inspired I guess. Happy Pride everyone!
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You couldn’t decide whether time was slipping through your fingers too quickly or if this had been the longest night you’d ever experienced.
seconds slowed to a crawl while you tried to gather yourself before it was your turn to take the stage. You were nervous. Not about being at the oscars or presenting for the first time. Not even about being nominated for your leading role in the second installment of a critically acclaimed trilogy. No, you’d been used to these sorts of things, you’d been an actor since you were a very young kid. Starting on television before film, and you even got to hold the Emmy the show had won when you had just turned a teenager.
No, you were nervous about who exactly you’d be presenting to. Of the five nominees and potential winners, only one could cause such an intensive feeling in your chest. Only one could awaken a sense of dread that battled with a feeling of intensive happiness mixed with anticipation, and it was Tom.
You’d known each other for years and had come to fall in love. You’d met as young co-stars on set and eventually grew into an inseparable friendship that progressed into something far more. Neither of you were sure when the feelings started but it felt like they’d always been there and you weren’t exactly complaining.
Your blissfulness with Tom was beautiful but short lived. After almost a year of being official you both agreed to take a break from the relationship. Unbeknownst to Tom you were just agreeing to save face and hadn’t pried for an answer out of fear of being hurt. You just accepted that this was how things were now, and took a step back.
You’d still kept in contact with him. It was hard not to. He was still your best friend. But whether it was the business of work or something a little more awkward, distance grew between you both as the multi-hour long facetime calls and text threads became once-a-week check-ins to just make sure you were alive and okay.
Time had passed, and you didn’t have a clue what you could possibly say to him now. You certainly didn’t want to ruin his special night. But you’d missed him so much and felt like you would implode at the first sign that he’d be interested in getting back together with you. But you also didn’t want to seem desperate or needy if he’d moved on. You didn’t want to slip and say those three words again in the moment.
Father time showed you no mercy as the sand in his hourglass suddenly shifted from a slow-motion drip to a flood. The seconds you’d spent daydreaming of your past with Tom and pondering about the your potential future had passed and left you with little time to gather yourself before presenting. still you shook your hands, arms, and lastly shoulders, putting all your worries aside and waited for introduction from the host.
Before long you’d been counted in to walking on stage, and heard the host over the microphone. “Ladies and Gentlemen, to present the award and introduce the nominees for Best Supporting Actor, please welcome one of this year’s nominees and one of our generation’s greatest talents: Y/F/N Y/L/N.”
The applause erupts from the audience like a revved up engine as you took center but it was nothing compared to the standing ovation you’d receive later on that night when receiving your own award for Best Actor.
You were stood promptly center staged with the towering Oscar statue reflecting onto the black stage floor beneath your feet. Your outfit was alluring and would surely be the next hot topic which is rare for male stars. You looked like a million bucks. Everyone knew it, most of all, Tom.
You smile and wave as you approach the microphone, your teeth shining a blinding white, and wait for a hush from the crowd.
You chuckle lightly as a few hoots and hollers sound out as the cheers subside.
You eye the monitor across the room and start to read, your nerves dying down as your jokes land and laughter echoes around the room.
As you finish the introduction, clips start to show behind you to accompany the names of the nominees as the cameras catch a glimpse of each of their reactions.
You couldn’t help but notice how tough the competition was as each actor was called. Steven Yuen playing a detective in a thrilling murder mystery. John David Washington in a fictional film playing the world’s first black astronaut aiding in the discovery of lovecraftian horrors. Andrew Garfield for his role as a psychotic narcissist and genius businessman. Oscar Issac acting in a sci fi space opera asking questions of existentialism.
Finally, you had to withhold your smile as you called out the last name. He had returned to his Billy Elliot roots being nominated for his role in a astonishing musical romance film. “Tom Holland.” You’d been ecstatic when he’d told you about it as you’d always recommend he tried it again since it made him so happy in his younger years.
You spot him a few rows from the stage, making eye contact with him and wondering if he was thinking about you the way you had done with him earlier. You couldn’t help but notice him squirming in his chair and fidgeting with his hands. Selfishly asking yourself if this wasn’t just about the award but about having you present it to him.
Seeing you here after what felt like an eternity apart and your reunion potentially being the greatest achievement of both your careers. Making it the greatest night of your lives, that is, if you were still together. But you were still best friends. That’s what mattered. So you push your self centered thoughts aside and shoot him a small wave that he returns with a smile and thumbs up. letting you know he was okay and that you could continue as the camera pans back to you capturing your not so hidden giddiness.
This awarded some small oos and aahs from the crowd as your relationship with him had been a wholly celebrated one. especially among your marvel peers.
You’re handed an envelope and statue as the music ends and the applause dies down and you take one final glare into the camera before beginning to open the envelope.
“....and the Oscar goes to,” you take a peek at the crowd and see some of the nominees holding hands with loved ones. others plainly
awaiting your next words with bated breath. The anticipation shone on everyone’s faces. Even those that weren’t nominated. Your not-so-hidden grin giving away the answer mere milliseconds before his name escaped your lips. “Tom Holland!”
Tom shot up with a shared expression of shock and happiness on his face. Pecking his mother on the cheek as she wipes the tears of pride from her eyes. His best mate Harrison gives him a quick embrace and a pat on the back before he moves on to shake hands with the director and smile at everyone cheering him on as he gradually moves toward the stage still completely baffled at the victory.
As he walks towards you in his pink pastel colored suit and brown leather dress shoes you can’t help but swell with an overwhelming feeling of joy having been here to share this career defining moment with him. You thought about how far you’d both come to get here and almost started tearing up remembering all you’d been through together.
He skipped up the miniature steps and blanketed you with both arms. You didn’t want it to end as you hadn’t felt it in a while. You threw your arms around his neck and he tightens his hold around your torso. Before you could even process them, your blunt thoughts spill out as whispers.
“I’m so incredibly proud of you. you deserve this and so much more.” you hear a small chuckle escape him as he responds. “I am trying not to cry y’know mate?” a wolf whistle comes from the crowd as you apologize for being so sappy and before he can tell you off for it you hand him his award and shove him off toward the microphone.
As he takes center stage you stand off to the side to watch him give his acceptance speech. He pauses and takes a second to gather himself before he starts talking straight from his heart with nothing prepared.
“Um, Wow. I really can’t believe this is really happening and I probably still won’t believe it happened tomorrow. Just.. wow.” his words were filled with that charmingly British accent you’d come to love so much.
“First I would like to thank my mother, without whom of course, I would not be here. I would like to thank the academy and everyone who worked on this movie from the producers and camera men, make-up and costumes, to our wonderful writers, composer, back up dancers and vocalists, and of course my friends, my co-star and the director Damien Chazelle.” whom he gestures to sitting in the second row. “I share this with all of you and I can’t thank you enough for awarding me with the opportunity to create something I love so much.”
He thanks the other nominees before turns towards you to end his speech. you felt your heart in your hands when you saw his big brown puppy eyes dart in your direction with an intensive glare of admiration.
“last but most importantly, I want to thank the inspiration for all of the love songs I sung in the film and the reason I decided to take the role. The person standing here on my right.”
Your jaw drops and your eyes widen when his words hit you like a speeding semi. you realize that he’d just called you his muse in so many words. the inspiration behind the love songs in the film no less. Meaning that with every lovestruck note his character sung he was reminded of you. All that time spent worrying if the distance between you two would cause him to forget about you, or if he’d maybe moved on and found somebody else. But no such thing had happened. He was relating his character’s longing in the film to his longing for you this entire time and that made your heart do a backflip.
You blush and cover your still ajar mouth with your fist whilst trying not to pay attention to the crowd who’s attention was fully focused on you.
He takes a deep sigh before continuing. “Y/N you’re not only the reason I took this role, but you’re the reason I was able to play it with such sincerity. You’ve been a unwavering beacon of support throughout my career in general but here you really gave me the inspiration for something special. He faces the audience again as the all follow his words with whispers of how adorable you both were. “from reading lines together in the middle of the night, to keeping me company when i’m on the brink of a meltdown.” It was all true and it only made you miss you relationship more and you found it difficult to hold back your tears.
“Y/N is the kind of best friend everybody needs, the kind of partner everybody deserves, and the person I’m so incredibly lucky to have known for so long. ..and I still can’t believe he never figured out the lyrics were all about him, It was kind of obvious-” the audience laughed you’re so close to swooning as he turns toward you again. “But, with all my heart, I love you, Y/N. Always will.” you feel as if you’re floating.
He shifts to the crowd one last time to say a final thank you before you both walk off stage one arm around one another’s shoulders. You have a short but sweet conversation backstage with him where reassures you that everything he said on stage was true and completely unscripted. He wants to talk more but knows your category is coming soon so he asks for a later opportunity and you agree before returning to your seat in the crowd.
The rest of the night flew by with you winning the award for best actor and receiving the biggest applause of the night. Tom joined in the standing ovation. You thanked everybody involved in making the film, the academy, and squeezed a little joke directed towards Tom that garnered a shared laugh from both him and the audience. You were the last award of the night and after the celebrations it was time to return to your place, where Tom was waiting for you. Wanting to talk about everything that had happened not just tonight but everything leading up to it. He also hoped you’d kept a spot open in your heart for him to return to.
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The Extra (part four)
Warning - smut (you've been waiting long enough, dontcha think?)
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"No! No, no, no, no, no!" Your eyes were glaring at Anto that Friday morning. If looks could kill he'd have keeled over on the spot. It was your last day of filming, you were waiting for the script for your dramatic death scene at the hands of Billy Kimber. The script you'd just been handed was not what you were expecting.
"Y/n, it's a key scene, it's twenty seconds of your life!"
"I am not filming a sex scene with Cillian Murphy!!" You were so angry you may actually have growled at him.
"The script can't be rewritten this late on!"
"Funny how you didn't mention this when you persuaded me to take the job on."
"Because I knew you'd say no."
"Because you knew I'd say no!!! I was a stage actress Anto, we didn't exactly do this in the theatre! I've never done one of these before and I certainly don't want to do one with him!"
"Billy Kimber needs to attack when Tommy is at his most vulnerable. The only character who can make him vulnerable is Clara. She seduces him, they have sex in the Garrison, Billy Kimber's men ambush you and slice your throat, it's literally a few minutes and it's over. That's it - you're done!"
"It was 20 seconds earlier."
"The sex is 20 seconds."
"Ouch." Cillian entered Anto's office trailer at the wrong moment. "20 seconds? Jesus."
"Okay we're not filming the whole thing obviously.."
"We're not filming any of it!" You spat.
"Anto can we not rework it? Does it have to be sex? Y/n is clearly uncomfortable, it's her first TV role? Surely a kiss would do the job?"
"Tommy needs to be completely distracted - sex is his only weakness Cillian, you know that." Cillian couldn't argue with Anto on that one.
"Y/n, how about we go over it together in private first? Just you and me, we can work it out?" Cillian's hand on your shoulder calmed you down, but you were still seething with Anto.
"Fine." You gave Anto another death stare and followed Cillian to his car. "Where are we going?"
"For a drive - I'm concerned for Anto's safety if you stay on set!" He pulled out his keys and unlocked the car. You climbed into the passenger seat and let out a huge sigh.
"You know, if it's me you're worried about don't be? I've done a fair few of these now, they don't bother me?" He said as he pulled out of the car park.
"It's not that, it's just.. I'm embarrassed. I've only - " you stopped speaking, suddenly feeling extremely stupid.
"Go on?"
"It's stupid... Promise me you won't tell anyone?"
"You have my word."
"Okay... I've only had sex with one person, my ex. We were together for 5 years.. he wasn't exactly - " you couldn't even find the words.
"He was shit in bed?" Blunt much?
"Worse. Literally 10 minutes if you're lucky and lights out."
"You're kidding? Ten minutes? I've had quickies that lasted longer than that, Jesus... There's no way you even came from that, surely? Wait don't answer that, shit, that was a bit personal, sorry.."
"No it's okay - I'm about to film a scene where you're fucking me across a bar table, I think personal questions are okay don't you?"
"It's against the bar itself actually." You had to laugh - missionary was the most exciting position you'd ever tried - Mike wasn't exactly adventurous.
"So you're up for filming it then?" He asked.
"What choice do I have? But I warn you, I'll be shit. I don't know what to do."
"Few moans, pants, groans, orgasm, job done." You swore your core clenched at his words and your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.
"Wouldn't be the first time I've faked an orgasm I guess."
"You've had a real one, right?"
"Orgasm? Cill I'm 29, not 16!"
"So you know the noises to make. How about we head back to my trailer and we rehearse it a few times until you're comfortable?"
"What if one of my students hears me?"
"Then we go back to my hotel room and rehearse there?"
"What?" He laughed, shaking his head.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to actually fuck you in my hotel room y/n."
"Ugh.. fine... But you can't tell anyone?"
"I swear it."
You sat on Cillian's sofa in his huge hotel room, the view was incredible from the window.
"I'm aware this is awkward for you so I suggest we just go straight into it, okay?" He pulled you up and turned you around, walking you over to the kitchen counter. He placed your hands against the flat surface. His fingers moved between your thighs to part them slightly and you lost control of your knees, stumbling slightly.
"Steady now, haven't got to the good part yet," he chuckled, standing behind you and holding your hips. You bit your lips, you could feel yourself throbbing as his fingers gripped your jeans.
"I'm not going to actually make contact, don't worry, I'm just going to do the motions. Use your imagination, and work with me. Make the noises, she's close to orgasm so she's quite loud but there's no pressure to scream the roof off the place in here. Are you ready?"
"Fuck, this really feels awkward Cillian..."
"Close your eyes and think back to the best orgasm you've ever had. How much you enjoyed it.. how good it felt..now re-enact it." His hands gripped your waist and he began to pull you gently back and forth, softly at first to get you into the right mindset. He was patient, not pushing too hard and not getting the slightest bit annoyed that you were silent as a rock.
"This is ridiculous, I can't do it!"
"Fuck it, why not." He took a deep breath behind you, and started to rock your hips back and forth again. His breaths came shorter, louder, a gentle moan, the occasional "yeah..." You echoed his voice almost exactly, not difficult considering how turned on you were listening to him behind you.
"I know Tommy's fairly silent in the scene, but would it help if I did the noises with you? Just while we're rehearsing?"
It wouldn't help my fucking underwear, you thought.
"Mm... That's it, that's it..." You knew he was just saying the lines, he was Tommy, but fuck his voice sounded good. You tried to remember a decent orgasm, and gave a deep but quiet groan.
"That was the most unconvincing 'orgasm' I think I've ever heard... I know you can do better than that."
"What?"
He turned you gently around to face him.
"Viewers can tell if a sex scene isn't working y/n - you need to give it more realism than that."
"I'm fucking trying Cillian, it isn't exactly easy when you've got the sexual experience of a Nun.."
"You need to get into the right frame of mind y/n, there must have been a time in your life when you've been so turned on and so desperate for release that the slightest touch would send you over the edge?" He edged a little closer to you, you could feel your heartbeat quicken as you clutched the kitchen side.
"Maybe.."
"When even just the sound of someone's voice was enough to make your core burn, your knees buckle, your legs shake?" You were ALL of those things right now. He inched ever closer.
"Or maybe you've got to that stage and not quite finished the job?" His eyebrow raised again, was he enjoying making you squirm?
"You needed to get off, but your boyfriend was incapable and your fingers just weren't enough..." His hand on your waist, his eyes on yours.
"Maybe..." You were desperate. You'd never felt so turned on in your life and right now you didn't care who knew it but you needed to cum and quickly.
"You sure you want me to do this?" He asked and you nodded.
"Need some help turning that 'maybe' into a 'yes'?"
You bit your lip and nodded, exhilarated and terrified of what that look in his eyes meant. His fingers traced the inside of your thighs again, making you shudder. You didn't even notice him unclasp your jeans and edge them down to your thighs.
"There's no going back from this, I need your words."
"Have you done this before?" He chuckled at your question.
"Made a woman cum? A few times yeah. Made a costar cum? Not directly," he winked, as his hand skimmed the waistband of your underwear. Parting your legs further with his knee, he pushed through.
"You're so fucking wet y/n..." He groaned, feeling the slick pool that had gathered between your folds. Sliding as much as he could up, he found your clit easily and circled it lightly. You gripped his arm, gasping for breath as the heat rose quickly within your abdomen.
"You feel so warm.. wet.. hot.. making a dirty little mess on my fingers.." his forehead remained pressed to yours, both of you panting, your hips starting to gyrate against his hand.
"So good Cillian... So so good... Don't stop please..."
"I won't, fuck you sound amazing, let me hear you..." He put more pressure on your clit, circling faster, he knew time was running out, you'd be needed on set soon.
"That's it, ride my hand.. you have no idea how much I want you, how much I've wanted you since the second I saw you... You gonna cum for me baby?" His Irish brogue was edging you ever closer, your orgasm so close you could almost taste it.
"Harder, I need it harder... Faster... Oh fuck please..." He happily complied, his fingers working you perfectly, his other hand exploring your breasts, squeezing and pulling at your nipple under the fabric of your blouse. Your back arched as the most powerful orgasm you'd ever had exploded through you, chanting his name as you rode through it, gripping his arm.
"That's it... That's my girl..." His fingers slower, before he removed them completely and licked his fingers tasting you with a groan. You hadn't realised your hand was on his hard length, palming him through his jeans but you didn't pull it away. His eyes on your hand, watching you explore him. You palmed him harder, feeling the shaft throb through the material. Just before you could release his belt, his phone rang in his back pocket.
"That'll be Anto wondering where we are..." He whispered, stopping your hands.
"Fuck..."
"I know, believe me I know... We film this scene, it's the last one, and you and I can catch up again tonight. What do you say?"
"It's a date Mr Murphy."
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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.
For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell
fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one
i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft
that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you
tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again
as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams
jason: don't you dare put on weird shit
tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)
hear me out hear me out,
red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans
t h i g h s
holy shit yes.
SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe
superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'
does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom
it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.
I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?
as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)
somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.
and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!
babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence
babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to
JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT
again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song
The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian
oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag
soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"
i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage
Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?
don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)
What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk
stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.
This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it
This is canon now @nctxrejects
lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out
idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family
bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another
I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.
yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.
Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings
smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn
Duke was adopted by Bruce?
not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?
True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live
true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?
apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome
ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.
ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut
lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash
oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man
while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.
dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie
magnum hot take
hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth
thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)
why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???
what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones
oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no
I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked
yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends
"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years
i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.
BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them
lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.
I am in love with your posts your honour thank you
omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?
The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST:
1) clark
2) lois
3) oliver
4) dinah
5) john
Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian
yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.
tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.
and what about it?
when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST
oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat
Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes
lmao i do too
I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it
he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.
you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank
babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)
ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something
that's a very good vocabulary upgrade
somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”
steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.
Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you.
Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious
babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks
In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97
lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)
You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.
bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers
How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?
horrible, next question.
I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid
yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'
I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.
superman: so what do you do in your free time?
batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time
bruce and oliver be like
boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)
lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)
Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje
he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'
I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??
i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way
SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed
'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'
i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam
fair enough
#this is only like half of it#but at least you can get like a few answers#yanno fuck it#bataranswers#ask#asks#anon
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BILLY — Kim Taehyung (3)
Synopsis: News of a Sadistic Serial Killer nicknamed “Jigsaw” is spreading around town like wildfire… the nickname stemming from the puzzle piece he cuts from every victim’s body. No one knows who he’ll trap next but in a town full of delinquents and criminals, it could never be you. Right?
Pairing: yandere!Taehyung x f!reader
genre: angst, horror, weirdly some fluff lol
Warnings: dark themes, yandere, stalking, manipulation, conditioning, mentions of abuse, suicidal ideations/attempts, self harm, murder, depictions of torture etc (basically its gorey and fucked up), angel trap, etc stabbing and guns. do not read if triggered!!!!
wordcount: 2.2k
taglist: @yes-sol-not-soul @yoongiofmine
a/n: pt 3 is here!! honestly i wasnt expecting this amount of support as i’ve never published my writing before so thank u sm ♡ i was inspired to write this one night and i had no idea where it’d go or anything but i’m happy with the way its turning out :D fun fact abt me, i’ve been obsessed w the franchise since i was little and i actually have 2 saw tattoos, one of billy and one above saying “cherish your life” since that’s pretty much the motto of saw :) and i have quite the collection of saw/billy items so why not turn my fav horror film into a fucked up love story! let me know if u would like to be added to the taglist and pls enjoy reading^^ feel free to send me asks abt the series or anything u want~ i love hearing from u guys!! :D ps— taehyung and the reader dont have much interaction in this part,, theyll definitely be more of them together in part 4 :) unedited so pls excuse any mistakes!! tysm <33 and remember these are fictional characters and do not represent bts personally in any way!!
series masterlist
part one part two
The headlines constantly named the Jigsaw Killer, Billy. The somewhat eerie little doll that had a face as white as a Calla Lily with spirals on it’s cheeks as red as the blood that was shed during the tests. Billy was always dressed in a little black suit with a red bowtie and he was (most of the time) situated on a squeaky battered tricycle. Attached was always a tape that read “play me” and when the subjects did, a chilling voice— one that could make even the world's worst predators shiver with terror— would echo around the room.
Everyone knew that a doll clearly wasn’t responsible, yet they gave it the name Billy in hopes to somewhat humanise the face that instilled panic— they did not want to live in fear.
It was the only face behind the killings.
But this time, there was a different subject stuck in the test and Billy had made sure there was no way for them to survive.
“How are you scared of heights? You’re practically a giant yourself!”
“Just because I’m tall doesn’t mean I can’t be scared of heights Y/Nie.”
You had no idea how long had passed since Taehyung had turned up at the garage, you were too busy chatting away squeezed into the kitchen while your Dad, Yoongi and Hobi worked on the cars in the shop. If anyone could hear you both, they would think you’d known eachother since childhood— the playful jokes and light touches exaggerated that.
You’d only known him for a few hours really, if you added the time spent with him on the first day and now. It hadn’t seemed like all those weeks ago that you first met, he had a familiar presence, as though you had known him for years compared to the hours.
“I just wouldn’t imagine you to be scared of anything Taehyung… you seem so confident and fearless.”
You saw the way Taehyung looked at you. His eyes flashed with understanding.
“I did have my fears back then, much like yours.”
“What do you mean?” you had a rough idea on what he meant but you needed him to voice it.
A deep inhale and the words flowed from his lips before he could stop it, “The fear of living. I had been through some stuff you know, growing up. My mum was working a lot and my dad was an alcoholic, he was so fucking possessive and wouldn’t let her go anywhere without kicking off. It was a fucking shitshow and so toxic. This one time though, I’d pretended that I’d gone to school and waited outside the front door. It didn’t take long before I heard shit getting smashed and my dad shouting.” Taehyung was telling the truth only, he left out the part where he was also as possessive, if not more, than his father. Well, let's say… obsessive. “I just ran in the house and saw my dad towering over my mum and I don’t remember what happened but, I do remember my mum crying and my dad disappeared.”
Now Taehyung was lying through his teeth. He remembered clearly, almost like it was yesterday. He smashed the nearest bottle, pulled his mother away from the monster that scared her and stabbed him. Not just once, not twice but thirty-seven times. Hence the thirty seven tattoo on the palm of his right hand (the one he’d actually killed his father with). There was only Taehyung who knew what it meant, he counted every single time the broken glass pierced his father’s body, he counted with a smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat.
You were at a loss for words. Your mouth gaped in shock, eyes wide and your brain scrambled for the right thing to say. You reached over and grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers. His thumb running back and forth along your hand. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what that must’ve been like.” There was no way you could relate, your mother and father were happy and in love. They had the ideal relationship, one you wished for yourself. You could empathise though.
“You don’t need to be sorry baby, it’s in the past and I’ve moved on from it. I was like you though, poisoned by the roots that keep you on the ground even though you wanted nothing more than to break free and be no longer.” A silence fell over you both before Taehyung uttered, “I wasn’t successful with my attempt so now I’m here to help you.”
Warmth spread throughout your body, a smile graced your features as you no longer felt alone.
You had a completely different idea to what those words actually meant.
It was nearing the evening when Taehyung’s car had been fixed. Yoongi popped his head in the kitchen to tell him but stopped himself so as to not interrupt the scene before him. You were laughing along to whatever Taehyung was babbling about with your hand resting on his bicep, with that look in your eyes that he hadn’t seen for years. Yoongi felt himself smile as he saw you hanging onto Taehyung's every word.
For the first time in forever, you looked alive.
Yoongi cleared his throat which drew yours and Taehyung’s attention, “Sorry to interrupt guys. We’ve finished with your car so whenever you’re ready we’ll be outside.” The infamous gummy smile overtook his features, you felt yourself beam in return.
“Thanks man! I’ll be like, five minutes.”
Yoongi nodded his head in reply and swiftly left the room.
You’d taken Tae’s hand into yours, playing with the array of rings that occupied his fingers. Solemn thoughts overtook, am I not gonna see him again? Was this, whatever this is, over before it had even begun? Your eyes stayed on his hand as you turned it over and traced your finger over the inked ‘thirty seven’ on his palm. “What does this mean?”
Taehyung didn’t think twice before he practically beamed out, “It’s my lucky number.”
The difference was, it wasn’t really his lucky number… although he did see it that way. It was the number that had stayed with him. It was something he was proud of, whenever he looked at the hand that killed his father, his chest filled with pride and a joyous feeling overtook his senses. It was his first murder. Something he relished in and thus, created the onslaught of Jigsaw killings. He targeted a certain type— those whose sins would lock them up forever if they were ever found out. Racists, murderers, rapists, drug dealers, con-men. Authoritative figures who abused their power. He even went as far as subjecting suicidal people.
You see, things aren’t sequential. Good doesn’t lead to good, nor bad to bad. People who steal, don’t get caught, they live the good life. Others lie, cheat and get elected.
Some people would call it karma but Taehyung, he called it justice.
He’d started this with one thing on his mind— those that don’t appreciate life do not deserve it.
Whenever a serial killer was on the loose, the press did what they always did. They gave them a nickname. While the public had named the doll Billy. The actual killer was named ‘Jigsaw’.
This stemmed from the jigsaw piece that was cut from the victims skin, no one knew why he was doing it or what it even stood for.
It did have a meaning although unknown to the public.
The jigsaw piece that was cut from the subjects was only ever meant to be a symbol that that subject was missing something. A vital piece of the human puzzle. The survival instinct.
After all, until a person is faced with death, it’s impossible to tell whether they have what it takes to survive.
Across town an underground abandoned warehouse, was where the next subject had found themselves.
They were suspended in the air, their feet merely dangling above the ground. The putrid smell of death lingered in every crevice, the sound of rats scurrying along the concrete floor filled their ears just as they began to stir awake.
A pain in their ribs was the overwhelming factor to them finally coming around. When they groggily opened their eyes, they were paralised with fear due to the scene in front of them.
A doll sat a few feet ahead, perched upon a tricycle. Adorned with a black suit and a red bowtie. A slow red light flashed in his eyes.
Billy.
Before the subject could even register how, when or why they found themselves trapped in a test, footsteps echoed behind them. The subject called out, “Help! Please, somebody help! I shouldn’t be here!”
A tsk reached their ears, as a disembodied voice replied, “Trust me, no one can hear you. Scream all you like. You’d just be wasting your breath, you may as well cherish it before it's gone.”
With hairs stood on end, the subject stilled. “What do you want from me?”
“I don’t want anything from you.” The man's footsteps grew louder. “I’m here to serve justice, that’s all.”
The man rounded the subject, settling in their view with only his cloaked back visible while he tended to the little doll. He touched Billy delicately—like he was a little child that he loved dearly. He combed his gloved hand through the doll's black hair and eventually pulled his fingers from the tresses to pat his head gently.
“You fucking psycho! Let me go!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at that which only infuriated the subject more causing them to shake in anger, a movement they soon ceased when they realised something was penetrating their ribs.
“I’d be very careful if I was you, we wouldn’t want you hurting yourself now… would we?” The cloaked figure spun around. An angry glint to his eye.
“What the fuck, you’re fucking crazy. Let me out, this isn’t right!” The subject tried their hardest to swing their legs, to somehow kick the man who’d imprisoned them.
“I think you’ll find it is right. You’re unworthy of the body you possess.” He inched closer, “see, when someone purposely intends to harm others, they lose their right to life.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The man arched a brow as he replied, “Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He felt like it was a game of cat and mouse except, he was a tiger and his subject, was the tiniest prey to mankind. “But, let me remind you! Since you can’t get your thick fucking head to work. You’re a liar, a cheater and an abuser. That ring any bells?”
The subject's face dropped.
“Ah, I see by your expression you know exactly what I’m talking about! Glad to see we’re on the same page.” He shrugged his cloak off placing it to the side of the doll. “I want to play a game.”
“What game? This isn’t a fucking game! You’re sick in the head you fucking cunt!”
The atmosphere shifted, the man remained calm while the subject went ballistic.
“What is this? What fucking game?”
“You feel the machine that’s currently occupying your ribs? Well, in about ten minutes that’s going to rip you apart. I’m proud to say that trap is my baby. I’ve been working on it especially for you! How nice is that?” he reached out to tug at the subject’s legs, tormenting them like a cat would a mouse. “Anyway, as my beautiful angel trap will rip you apart, my darling little friend Billy over here,” the subject followed the direction the man's hand pointed, “is going to match your face with the ugliness of your soul.”
“Fuck, fuck this! How do I stop it? Tell me how I fucking stop it!”
A boxy grin overtook the man's face, laughter poured from his mouth as he leaned over and slapped the subject’s leg. “This is a special game.”
“Who are you? What do you mean by ‘special game’?”
He raised himself so he stood tall and grabbed a knife from his pocket, “I’m the man you call Jigsaw.” He traced the tip of the knife along the subject’s ankle, “and when I say a special game… I mean you can’t get out.” While the subject was screaming in realisation, Taehyung walked back for his cloak, hung it over his shoulder and stalked off back the way he came. He sent one last smile to the subject as he rounded them and within the blink of an eye, he gripped the knife and slashed the subject’s achilles.
A chilling scream pierced the eerie atmosphere, the subject couldn’t string words together. Abundances of anxiety, terror and pure panic took reign of their body. Taehyung grabbed the injured muscles and forced his gloved fingers in as he gripped and twisted them, “That’s for Y/N.”
Taehyung had pressed the timer before he cut the subject’s tendons. He grabbed the tape from his pocket and threw it on the ground and with a chuckle he shouted, “Game over!”
Before he reached the end of the hallway, he heard the gunshots pierce his subjects face followed by the sound of the angel trap, even this far away Taehyung heard every crack of the ribs and the noise of the body being tore apart.
Without looking back, Taehyung rounded the corner and slammed the door shut.
He’d chosen the Angel trap for the irony, the subject that was currently hanging from the ceiling was no angel. They were a fucked up, evil, waste of space. Taehyung had done the world a favour, he’d done you a favour.
That got him thinking, how much blood would you shed in order to stay alive?
[a/n: who do we think was in the trap???👀]
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“Dirtbikes” - Jacob Black x Reader
So this was for my @twilight-secret-gift-exchange ! This was written for @laneboyheathens and I hope they enjoy :)
“I’m honestly a fan of anything angst/whump/hurt comfort related or even character studies.”
This takes place in New Moon time, as that’s the prime era for comforting and hurt characters. I hope you enjoy!
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“Jacob, I know you’re getting my messages.” I sigh into the phone.
“Please, call me back when you get this… I miss you.” I hang up the phone, throwing it onto my bed as I stare out my window, analyzing everything that’s gone on the last few weeks.
Jacob told me that he got sick with mono, I had lost all contact with my best friend. We spent everyday together, just as our usual routine. Though this disruption caused Jacob to fall off the face of the Earth, without a simple trace of his existence, leaving me not only confused, but in a state of solitude. I had lost my only friend, the person I cared for more than anything else.
Our latest adventure was working on some dirtbikes I picked up from being scrapped, I knew it was within Jacob’s expertise and realm of interests. Spending every day in his garage was a great time, working on the bikes, eating pizza and listening to music. Sometimes his friends Quil and Embry would stop in to say hello, Embry was always very interested in helping with the mechanical work and Quil was always talking my ear off. I enjoyed their company, though if I were to be honest, I would enjoy anything at my best friend Jacob’s side.
A month and some weeks back, Jacob went through the loss of his friend Embry ditching him to join this guy Sam’s group. He was distraught to lose one of his best friends, as many of the people he’d known his whole life disappeared randomly, changing entirely before joining Sam in his ways.
“Dan, I just… I don’t want to be next.” He looks at me with worried eyes.
“Jake, why would you be next?” I ask, rubbing comforting circles into his back.
“Sam keeps looking at me like he’s waiting for me or something… it’s really starting to freak me out.” His worried eyes met mine, puffy and red-- tears brimming the edge of his eyes.
“I don’t think you’ll be next Jake, try to avoid him. How can I help?”
“You being here is enough, you always calm me down.” He nods, leaning closer into my shoulder.
“I’ll always be here, Jake. No matter what.” I smile softly at him, continuing to rub circles into his back.
The sound of my mother calling me down for dinner snapped me back to reality. The only issue was, is that I was far from hungry. I had lost most of my appetite since Jake had disappeared without a trace. My mother grew worried, but there was nothing she could do to fix this. The only thing to fix this was for Jake to come back, for him to be okay.
I knew Jacob wasn’t okay, I knew he was stuck with his biggest fear-- he was with Sam. I still don’t understand what could have happened-- Jacob was so adamant on staying far from Sam; so what could have happened?
I sigh, looking out my window and pressing my hand to the glass, longing for my friend to even let me know he was alive. Whenever I had called, there was no answer; no answers to my texts. He even avoided me in person like I never thought possible. But how could I get my friend back? How could I get Jacob back? This surely wasn’t the Jacob I knew,.
No, the Jacob I knew wasn’t like this. He was like the sun, he was warm, happy, and sweet. His caring nature came through to everyone he met, he was pure and good-- he was beautiful. But the Jake I knew wasn’t coming around-- he was gone. I didn’t give up, though. I knew that Jake couldn’t be gone forever, but I was growing discouraged at the sudden loss of contact. Before Jake disappeared, he had seemingly grown overnight, started to feel unwell, and seemingly grew more agitated as the days went by-- he was more on edge than I’ve ever seen him before.
I couldn’t do it much longer. Holding onto someone who seemingly couldn’t care less was far past difficult-- it was defeating. I was tired of calling Jake every day to be ignored, it was increasingly difficult.
As I look out the window, I notice a leaf blowing in the wind. I watch as it blows into the treeline. I look down at the ground, admiring the natural beauty of the Earth. But I was tired, I was beyond tired from hearing nothing from Jake. I was going to go to his house, I had to. I grab my keys off my desk, quickly walking out of my room and heading towards my front car in the driveway.
“Are you not eating, hon?” My mother asks, looking over to me with sympathetic, kind eyes.
“No, I’m sorry. I have to go. I need to find him.” I shake my head slightly.
“Be careful.” She instructs me with a pitiful smile.
“I will.” I nod, opening the front door and making my way over to my car.
I turn the key, the engine roaring to life. I drove to Jake’s as if my life depended on it, getting there quicker than I should have been able to.
I stand before their front door, hesitating to knock.
Eventually, I grew the courage, a soft knock turning into a panicked, rougher one.
Soon enough, Billy opens the door, surprised to see me.
“Oh, hey, Dan. Jacob’s not in right now.” He says to me with sad eyes.
“Please, Billy. I need to see him.” I plead.
“Dan…” His voice trailed off.
“Billy, please.” I try once again.
“He’s not in.” He swallows.
“Fine.”
I turn away with tears in my eyes, only to see Embry and three other guys approach the house. I look back at Billy and make my way over to the group of men.
“Why won’t he talk to me?” I ask, tears brimming my eyes through my anger.
“What’re you talking about?” One of them asks.
“You know what I’m talking about. What did you do to him?” I yell.
“Calm down, Paul.” One says, laying a hand on one the angry man’s shoulders.
“What did he tell you?” The one I assume to be Paul smirks.
“Nothing! He won’t tell me anything! I haven’t heard from him in weeks.” I seethe.
“Good.” One of them scoffs.
“What did you do to my best friend?” I scream.
“Paul, calm down!” Jacob’s voice rings out from behind me, both infuriating and soothing me. “Dan, please leave.”
My heart fell right through my chest.
“What?” I turn around to look at him, tears brimming my eyes.
“You might get hurt, you can’t be here right now.” He says softly.
But then our eyes met, and suddenly I felt a shift in gravity.
Jacob’s eyes widened, face slightly growing pale, and his mouth hung slightly agape.
“Jacob…” The authoritative voice trails off, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Jacob, we need to talk.” I hiss.
“We do. We do need to talk.” He says with a soft smile encroaching his face.
“So start talking.” I huff.
“Follow me, we’re going on a walk.” He mutters, nodding his head to the left.
We begin walking and I turn around after feeling someone staring holes into the back of my head. I turn around and glare at the group of men.
“Jacob, what the hell is going on? What is your problem? When did you grow so much, how is that even possible?” I hiss.
“Listen, I know. I disappeared for a while, and I am so sorry. It wasn’t my choice, I didn’t want to do this… Growing just came with the situation.” He looks at me with sad eyes.
“Well, it’s hard for me to believe that, I have no idea what’s going on. You left me, you dropped off the face of the Earth. It was almost like you never existed, you didn’t care what happened to me.”
“That’s not true, I always cared about you, that never stopped.”
“You have a real funny way of showing it.” I huff.
“I can explain it. I can explain it all, now.” He shakes his head as we walk deeper into the woods.
“What changed?”
“What?”
“What changed? Why can you suddenly tell me?” I look at him with raised eyebrows.
“I can explain that eventually… just not now. I’m not ready for that. But everything else is on the table.” He looks down at his feet.
“This better be good. You don’t know what I’ve been going through since you left.” I scoff.
“In my defense, you don’t know what caused me to leave, you don’t know why I had to… You don’t know what I’ve been going through since I left.” He looks over at me with sad eyes.
“Alright, so tell me.”
“Would you want me to tell you or show you first?”
“What? What does that even mean?”
“I’ll tell you, and then I’ll show you.” He shakes his head.
“Start talking, Jake.”
“Okay, so you know that Quiliutes are supposedly descended from wolves? Do you remember any of those legends?” He asks me, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, your dad talked about them a lot. The cold ones and everything?”
“Exactly, well shifting is real, Dan. Everything in those legends are true. They’re all true.” He looks at me with pleading eyes.
“Jacob, what are you saying?” I furrow my brows.
“I’m trying to tell you that… cold ones exist. Vampires. And because of them being nearby, it woke up the shifting within us… Shifting is real. I…” His voice trails off.
“Jacob…”
“I can shift. We all can. Embry, Paul, Jared, Sam, and now we’re waiting for Quil.” His eyes pierce mine.
“Jake... “ My voice trails off in concern.
“No, let me show you. Just understand that I won’t ever hurt you, none of us will. Ever.”
Jacob then begins to undress himself. He pulls his shirt over his head and begins to unbutton his pants.
“Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“I’m gonna need something to change into when I phase back, can’t have them rip. You need to stand back.” He says, cocking his head to the right.
I nod, backing up about another ten feet.
Suddenly, his entire body is shaking, no vibrating. Steam is evaporating from his skin.
“Jacob…” I whisper, taking another few steps back.
Suddenly, he bursts out of his own skin. A giant reddish-brown wolf appears in front of me.
“What the hell?” I mutter, falling on my own ass.
The creature walks over to me, ears laying back and keeping its head low.
“Jacob?” I ask.
The giant head nods, placing its head onto my lap. I scratch a little bit behind the ears before it takes off, grabbing the clothes and going behind some bushes.
I hear more bones cracking and then Jake walks out a moment later, fully clothed yet again. Disappointment falling upon his face as he sees mine filled with shock and slight fear.
“I’m really sorry. I’m just not Jake anymore.” He says, despair filling every fibre of his being.
“So you can turn into a giant wolf, but are you still you?” I ask, hesitantly reaching out to touch his shoulder.
His face softened at my touch, giving me some hope to see the old Jacob back.
“I mean, I’m a monster… but I still care about you and everyone else I cared about. I just can’t be around anyone anymore.” He looks down at his hands.
“How are you a monster?”
“Did you miss the part where I just turned into an enormous wolf or should I show you again?” He chuckles sadly.
“Well, you didn’t choose to? And do you hurt people?”
“No, I protect them.”
“Okay, and do you still love your family? And all your friends?”
“More than anything.”
“And you still love working on bikes and cars? Still dream of owning your own shop one day?”
“More than anything, I can’t wait until this is all over and I can resume life as usual.” He scoffs, kicking some dirt underneath us.
“Okay, so you’re still the Jacob I always knew. You’re the Jake I know and love, you just turn into a massive wolf and kill the vampires that kill people. Sounds to me like you’re a hero, not a monster.” I squeeze his shoulder comfortingly.
He looks at me, tears brimming his eyes.
“Thank you.”
I feel the weight of my best friend’s head fall onto my shoulder. The weight comforted me greatly, in fact any form of contact with Jake seemingly soothed me to no end.
“Jacob, I told you that I would be there for you through it all, and I meant it.” I smile softly at him.
“I know, but I couldn’t do anything about this. It wasn’t my choice.” He sighs.
“I understand, but now you have no excuse to blow me off.” I smirk.
“You’re right. What do you say we get back to working on those bikes?” He looks at me with a soft smile, just like old Jacob.
“I’d say that we should do that immediately.” I return his smile.
“Thank you. For everything. For handling this so well, for being here.” He gulps.
“I meant it, Jacob. Through everything I’ll be by your side.”
We went on our way, returning to Jake’s garage.
The smell of tools and oil immediately invaded my nostrils, the familiar environment leaving me with an endless amount of comfort.
Jacob walks over to the old radio, turning it on to play some music quietly.
“Can’t even tell you the last time I’ve turned this thing on.” He chuckles.
“Probably since I was here last.” I tease, watching his face contort in sadness.
“Let’s get working on these bikes.” He nods.
I passed him the wrench he needed and we began working again, finally.
“I didn’t want this, I wish it could be taken away, but I’m in it for life.” He says, resentment in his eyes.
We spoke a little of his whole new “situation.” Him growing increasingly upset and seemingly full of resentment. It hurt to hear him speak of himself so full of disdain.
I let him vent all of his feelings, knowing he needed someone to talk to. Eventually I knew it was time to get back to old times.
So we spent the rest of the day laughing like we used to, working on the bikes and joking around like nothing ever changed. Because that’s what he needed in his new lifestyle, normalcy. He needed to be brought back to what he enjoyed, he needed something to hang onto.
And I always kept my promise.
As darkness crept up outside, we noticed that it was almost midnight now.
“I should probably get going now, my mom is probably wondering where I went.” I sigh, looking outside into the darkness.
“Sure, I’ll walk you out.” He gets up, wiping the oil off his hands with the shop towel.
“Thank you.” I smile softly.
The walk to my car was quiet, but this time the silence was comforting.
“Goodnight.” He waves as we made it to my car.
“Goodnight, Jake.” I smile, opening my car door.
“Oh, and Jake?” I ask.
“Yeah?”
“We’ll have that shop up and running in no time, don’t you worry.” I encourage, smiling at him.
“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m not going anywhere.” He nods, a smile tugging at the end of his lips.
“See you tomorrow.” I say, shutting my car door and making my way home.
The night sky bringing me the same level of serenity that my best friend did, giving me the peace I had needed for weeks.
Things were finally okay.
Jake was finally back.
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#jacob black#jacob black x reader#jacob black imagine#twilight secret gift exchange#sam uley#paul lahote#embry call#quil ateara#leah clearwater#seth clearwater#jared cameron#twilight#twilight x reader#twilight imagine
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saving jacob (pt. 1)
i AM rewriting new moon scene by scene to erase smeyer’s sabatoge of jacob as a character to favor edward, and you CANNOT stop me
on valentine’s day, jacob offers bella a box of candy hearts.
she asks him what...this...entails and instead of joking, he swallows and glances aside. i know you may not...feel the same way. but i thought i’d...ask.
bella’s heart breaks a little more. (she’s surprised—she didn’t think there was enough of it left to hurt ever again.)
i’m so sorry jake, i just...you’re right. i don’t—i can’t. not now.
just friends then? jacob’s smile stays wide, his voice light. she can feel his pain through it anyways, little stabs in her heart, but neither of them want to acknowledge it, so they don’t.
still, she hesitates, turning over guilt—is this leading him on?
hey. bells. i mean it. friends is great.
friends, she agrees, and they both pretend her voice isn’t shaking.
so, he says after a couple awkward minutes of silent struggle over calculus, do you want these anyways? because i’m not gonna lie, they’re kind of disgusting.
hey! she replies on instinct, that’s part of the appeal, you can’t eat too many in one sitting.
oh no, he says, you’re one of those people who likes candy corn, aren’t you, and conversation is easy again, all of the awkwardness slipping away so quietly it isn’t until the drive home that bella remembers the guilt.
she invites him to the movie with mike over the phone, as soon as she finishes planning it. he arrives in the rabbit, and she raises a hand for a high-five on instinct—
rather than catching her fingers, he hesitates—and follows through eventually, but the awkwardness curls straight back into bella’s bones.
mike arrives, and jacob frowns. isn’t this the guy who keeps asking you out?
bella winces. keep your voice down!
he grins, leans down and stage-whispers isn’t this the guy who keeps asking you out?
she barely catches her laugh, shoving him lightly on the chest as mike walks up—it’s only with the wary edge to his gaze as he approaches that she realizes what this looks like. and—she turned jake down. is it too much, leading him on again, blurring lines—
the guilt turns everything sour.
when they’re driving, mike leans his head on bella’s seat and she shifts away.
jacob glances over at the sound and bella watches his eyebrows furrow, taking in mike. he looks back at the empty road—and slams far too suddenly on the brake. mike jerks forward, nose crunching, and settles sulkily back into his seat.
bella has to bite her lip to hide her smile.
jake’s eyes dart sideways to her, amusement dancing—and it’s fine, until she remembers candy hearts in his sweaty hands, and...was it kindness, or jealousy? she knows how tangled they can get—
she looks away, and feels jake go stiff.
doesn’t the radio work in this thing? mike bites out, still rubbing his head.
haven’t gotten around to it yet, jacob says, almost bright enough to be convincing.
bella glances over. she knows they put the new radio in. as soon as the package came they abandoned the spaghetti squash she was showing him how to cook, so that he could rush to the garage and install it, and returned to billy’s utter confusion in the kitchen—
the only explanation she can think of is that jake knows, somehow, that she doesn’t like music. which she never told him, and why can’t she stop feeling guilty—
during the movie, mike stakes out the armrest to her left. she crosses her arms, and wishes fiercely for his hand to fall asleep.
jacob keeps his hands in his lap, and her relief, again, is tinged with guilt. she can’t stop remembering all the walks where she grabbed his hand, for warmth, or comfort, or because she hasn’t yet met a vertical surface she couldn’t trip over—the way he started reaching back for her eventually, his face so bright every time—
she can’t stop wondering if she ruined it. if this odd tension about touch is going to stay forever.
alone in the hallway, mike puking in the men’s room, they sink onto one of the velvet benches, and bella can’t stop feeling the distance between them.
she’s tired, and cold, and she just wants to lean on his shoulder. but she can’t stop thinking about his new hesitation, all of her guilt and confusion about blurring lines—
hey, jacob says quietly. she still jumps—and he doesn’t even laugh at that, his voice oddly serious, (his eyes too, when she turns to look at him). whatcha thinking about?
a million different answers catch in her throat. but she can feel the despair twisting her face—and he sees it. he reaches out, (still with that subtle pause), and wraps his arm around her shoulder.
it helps—and this, finally, pushes her over the edge.
it’s this, jacob! you obviously don’t want to do it anymore, and i can’t blame you, because i—i messed it up, i turned you down, and—and—i—
woah, bells! he pulls back, and grabs her hands. he’s warm, and gentle, and she realizes she’s clenching her fists so tight they hurt. hang on. let me ask you a question.
she can’t look at him. he pauses to find his words—she can feel his eyes on her, aches to meet them, but she stares and stares at their hands.
if she has to see his expression right now the guilt twisting in her stomach will kill her.
you...he stumbles over another pause, inhales. are you still okay with this? me...holding hands? stuff...like that? you still want me to?
jake, that’s not the point! it’s her turn to choke on the words—she wants to pull her hands away, except she needs the contact, or she’ll go wheeling away into—something, the guilt, the numbness—i want you to, but i know it means something different to you than it does to me, and that’s not fair!
well. his voice is so warm that she, finally, looks up. there’s something complicated and painful deep in his eyes, but their surface is overwhelming relief. the knot in her stomach loosens. that’s my problem, isn’t it?
you keep hesitating...because it can’t be that easy, she thinks. she doesn’t deserve to be this selfish and still get what she wants.
he laughs a little. i guess i have been. i...thought you might be uncomfortable. now. but...bells, i’ll be here as long as you want me.
even if i can’t...if it’s just...?
his hands are steady and his eyes are steady and he’s so warm that she might cry just with the relief of it. friends is great, bells. friends is perfect. as long as you still like to be with me.
i can’t imagine how i could not like being with you, she says, and means it.
he grins, big and bright—she crumples straight onto his shoulder.
he still tells her he knows she’s unhappy a lot. that she can always count on him anyways. he isn’t going to let her down, he means it.
it isn’t until bella’s sitting by the phone, waiting for him to call—ten minutes tick past—fifteen—that the guilt circles back, an old, familiar tune.
what if he didn’t mean it? he can’t be okay with just friends, he’s probably just waiting, probably doesn’t understand that she’s never going to get better, never going to run right—
except maybe he does know. maybe he wasn’t sick, just upset, maybe—
the phone rings, and she scrambles for it so fast she slams her elbow into the wall.
but it’s billy’s voice, gruff and distracted. not jacob’s. bella’s heart hurts, impossibly, more.
jacob said to tell you he made it home. he’s...too sick to call. i’m sorry bella, i need to go.
and just like that, the line clicks dead. bella can’t even offer to come down and help.
she falls asleep wishing jake could just be here. because when he is, she can believe that means it when he says he wants to be...
(next chapter)
#it's about the childhood friends to adulthood friends to gradual lovers#it's about the power of choosing to be human!!!!#it's also about letting jacob black keep his goddamn personality#i will fight smeyer in a dennys parking lot for it#anyways#twilight#new moon#bella swan#jacob black#is this original content?#it is!#new moon rewrite#also billy is confused by spaghetti squash because *i* am confused by spaghetti squash#how does it DO that
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Chill Down Your Spine
Peter Maximoff x reader
warnings:
a/n:
prompt: anonymous: “hi i’m the one with the request for prompt 18 for quicksilver, i meant the x-men version, sorry for not clarifying! thanks again!”
The students at Xavier’s School weren’t permitted off of the premises, but that never stopped your friends from having fun. Finding the perfect campsite was easy when you were surrounded by forest.
“Okay, we’ll set up right here.” You instructed without taking any feedback as you dropped all the equipment you were tasked to carry. A metal clunk alerted everyone, who then followed suit. And then everyone looked at Peter.
“...What? Am I eating too loud? I’m not sharing.” He shoved the Twinkie in his mouth and kept chewing, but none of you stopped staring. “Wait...really? You want me to set everything up?” His jaw dropped and revealed some Twinkie remnants in his mouth.
“For that, yes.” You snatched the two boxes of snacks from under his arms and waited for him to do as he was told, but after about a second, your whole site was perfectly crafted.
“There, are you happy now?” Peter extended his arms to showcase his handiwork, you had to reward him with a little kiss.
“So happy.” You pecked him on the lips and gifted him back his sweet treats. Now that the camp was all set up, it was time to get this show on the road. Jubilee and Jean had snatched s’mores supplies from the kitchen, but those would be saved for after dark.
“We should use Scott as our personal bug zapper.” Peter popped a marshmallow into his mouth and played keep away with the bag as Jubilee tried to snatch it away. Everyone but the victim of Peter’s mockery had laughed.
“Shut up, Maximoff.” Scott glared, not like you could see or anything. “Have you told Erik your his son yet?” The group went deathly silent with the suck of one’s teeth.
“Low blow, man.” Peter shook his head and held your hand. “Y/N, make the mean man leave me alone.”
“Low blow, Scott.” You scolded and watched Scott try to get his girlfriend onto his side, but she wouldn’t budge. Tension was building fast, you may have to save the day here. “Why don’t we take a walk, explore the grounds a little more?”
“Sounds good!” Jean piped up to finally put this situation to bed.
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After about a million mosquito bites and the tough job of keeping Peter from provoking Scott while Jean kept her boyfriend from making any more personal jabs at yours.
“S’mores?” You asked, holding your hand before the wood pile. Everyone loved watching your show off your mutation, even in the simplest way. There was a dramatic round of applause that prompted you to bow, but you found yourself sitting in your boyfriend’s lap within the blink of an eye.
“Hello gorgeous.” Peter wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his chin on your shoulder, peppering kisses along your neck and cheek. Now that the fire was ablaze, you felt the warmth against your skin.
“Hey, why don’t we tell some ghost stories?” Jean peered around the fire to hear some feedback, but Peter’s gasp said it all.
“Ghost stories? Don’t mind if I do!” He held you tighter to his body while you squealed, annoying the hell out of your friends, sometimes you and Peter showed just a little too much affection in front of the group. Suddenly, Peter’s lap was replaced by a tree stump. “Y/N, you should start us off!” Your head spun trying to find him at the seat adjacent to you.
“Oh, uh...” You cleared your throat and brainstormed the topic of your spooky story, it didn’t help that you had four pairs of eyes on you. “Oh! I’ve got it!”
“Alright, buckle up, you guys.” Jubilee backed you up. “Y/N’s stories will blow all others out of the water.”
“Thank you, Billy.” You winked and ignited a fire from your palm for effect.
“Spooky.” Scott sarcastically chuckled.
“Don’t be rude, Scott. If my s/o wants to create a scary atmosphere for their amazing stories, you will let them!” Peter was just on the verge of starting a fight.
“Alright, that’s enough.” Jean rubbed her hand over Scott’s back. “Go on, y/n.”
“Okay, great.” You got back into character and began your tale. “Well, the woods is a dangerous place to be, especially when you think about how many lives have been lost...and how many you aren’t aware of.” You had already captivated your audience. “You never know who...or what is nearby.”
“Oh, god!” Scott swatted the back of his neck, then jumped back to investigate what was just behinf him.
“What is it, Scott? You’re interrupting.” Jubilee scolded as he settled down.
“As I was saying,” you looked over at your boyfriend’s maniacal smirk and went on, “it was within these very woods that Wendy Thorne had passed. Who might that be, you ask? Wendy was just a young mutant like the rest of us, but she wasn’t as fortunate as us. She tried so very hard to make it to the Professor, to safety, but now she haunts the forest that surrounds our home. She could be here right now for all we know...”
Peter was currently assisting your storytelling abilities with his speed, running past audience members to give them a fright like a good boyfriend would.
“God!” Scott shivered as Jean and Jubilee exchanged exhausted glances, they weren’t quite as gullible. “Y/N, what the hell?”
“What?” You innocently asked as Peter walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.
“You two? The worst. The absolute worst.” Scott shook his head and reached for a marshmallow and any random stick. “Stalling me with your crazy stories when I could have been eating s’mores. You know your stories are weak, right?”
“Then why are you shaking?”
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Entertainment Spotlight: Nyambi Nyambi, The Good Fight
Nyambi Nyambi currently stars as investigator Jay DiPersia in The Good Fight, which is now in its fourth season on CBS All Access. Most notably known for his rendition of sarcastic café owner Samuel in Mike & Molly, Nyambi’s other tv credits include PBS’ Mercy Street, NBC’s Blindspot, and ABC’s American Koko. In theater, Nyambi has performed both on and off-broadway. He will next be seen in the new Billy Crystal movie Here Today. A comic book aficionado and avid gamer, he lent his voice to the Martian Manhunter in the animated features The Death of Superman and Reign of the Supermen. Nyambi is a first-generation Nigerian-American and serves alongside Danai Gurira on the board for Almasi Collaborative Arts, an organization dedicated to developing emerging African artists. Check it out:
You have worked in both the theatre and on screens. How does your work/preparation differ? Do you prefer one over the other?
I love being on set. When I was a ballplayer, I was known as a “gym rat”. Always on a basketball court working on my game. Nowadays, the set is my gym. I’m on set even on my days off because I love seeing the work all come together. However, my roots are in the theater, so the thrill of being on stage in front of a live audience is almost impossible to beat.
Before every scene or play, I write down a list of reminders from advice I’ve received over the years, words that have inspired me:
BREATHE | LISTEN | IMAGINE with the five senses | GO GET WHAT YOU WANT| SURPRISE YOURSELF | TRUST your partner | the work, IT’S DEEPER | ALL THE PIECES MATTER | NOTHING IS SOMETHING | You know what…F@#% IT | LET GO & PLAY
Be prepared to let go and play. I do a lot of research in my prep to build enough confidence to let go and play. When preparing for a play, the story is all there for the actors to unpack. What isn’t on the page but needed to tell the story will be imagined to further deepen those discoveries.
When preparing for episodic television, you make strong choices that move you based on what is on the latest version of that script. Still, you have to be flexible with what you’ve imagined because what is on the page the next week can contradict that. I remember when I first got Mike & Molly, I had created this elaborate backstory the same way I would for a play. Every script after that, I’d either discover something new about the character or something that contradicted what I previously imagined for the character. It became a fun game of “who am I this week?” I had to let go and play. So, the immigration episode on The Good Fight was another example of turning my personal imagined backstory on its head. That made the shock of the episode all the more real for me.
Can you take us through a typical day on the set of The Good Fight?
The moment I sit in the passenger seat of the van sent to pick me up is when my day on set begins. It’s my first opportunity to connect with another person, an opportunity to listen. That driver has usually been waiting thirty minutes to an hour before my pick-up time, so the least I could do is say, “thank you for waiting.” Then from there, the conversation goes where it wants to go. I’ve listened to amazing life stories, discovered new music, received invaluable advice on relationships, shared a mutual love for Star Trek: The Next Generation, and learned how to drum from a world-class drummer. All on my way to work.
When I arrive, I make a point to say hello to all I can as a PA ushers me to my dressing room. I write a couple of pages of continuous stream of consciousness on the day’s scenes before I head up to Hair & Make-up. This is where the most fun happens and where I will first see the actors I get to play with that day. The music and joy I experience in HMU, along with the physical transformation, make this an opportunity to let go of the outside world and drop into this blessing that we all get to share in together. We’re making great television. I love the men and women in that room. Once I’m camera ready, I’ll either say, “see you on the ice” or “see you on the court.”
I head back to my dressing room to get into wardrobe while warming up my voice and speech. Once dressed, I get approved by someone from the wardrobe department. Once approved, a PA will let me know when it’s time to go to set for rehearsal. When that time comes, I’ll greet the episode’s director and the other actors, and we’ll go through the scene for lines, then for blocking and then for the crew for marks. We then wait 10-15 minutes for cameras to get into position, which is more time for me to drop in through drawing or music. When they’re ready, we block it for cameras. Once it all looks good, they’ll say, “Last looks,” and hair, Make-up, and Wardrobe will make sure we look right. The actors then get into position before the director yells out, “ACTION!”
As actors, our energy sets the tone, and I think it’s important to be a joy on that set, not a concern.
If you could be any kind of superhero you wished, what would be your ideal superhero combination (title, power, public persona)?
Right now, my ideal superhero combination would be the ability to mutate on a cellular or molecular level. That would enable me to look like any person, but more importantly, to replicate the necessary physiology of an immune body to cure disease. Every-Man. When I’m not Every-Man, I’m a lab technician at Cedars Sinai Hospital.
What advice would you give to young Black actors looking to get their first break in the industry?
That’s why I say I have a thousand mentors. The men and women before you have lived it so they can tell it. Don’t be afraid to ask for their advice. The learning never stops. Keep going, keep growing, and ever-evolving. What’s for you will be yours, and what’s not for you, you celebrate the one it’s for and keep going, trusting your time will come. January 7, 2010, I was negative $300 in my bank account, but I was skipping down the street because a quote a mentor told me over and over again finally became my gospel truth: “This is but a season in my life, it’s not my life. And as the seasons change, so too will this.” The next day was my audition for Mike & Molly.
What’s your favorite comic/comic universe? Why?
My favorite comic depends on the mood I’m in. It can range from J Michael Straczynski’s Supreme Power, Frank Miller’s Batman Year One, or currently, Bitter Root by Chuck Brown, David F. Walker, & Sanford Greene. My favorite comic universe is Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Why, because they’re green. Seriously, the current IDW run is so good. I grew up loving Donatello because he may not have the leadership of a Leonardo, nor the brute strength of Raphael or the Zen charisma of a Michelangelo, but he does have that brain. Plus, a broomstick was the only item in the house that resembled any of their weapons.
What would be your dream role to play? Why?
My dream role would be connected to basketball in some way because it informed such a huge part of my life, playing through college. Otherwise, I’m fascinated by comic book artists such as Denys Cowan, who was one of the founders of Milestone Comics, a phenomenal universe created and owned by African Americans.
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You think the Samus thing was on purpose or an accident?
Honest opinion? It was accidental or to potentially avoid censorship or a joke by a developer. All of which, save for “accidental” which happens a lot and tbh without accidental stuff I’d have had nothing growing up, is just gross.
There’s a lot of folks who pull a quote from Hirofumi Matsuoka who stated that Samus “wasn’t exactly female” and went on to further describe what that meant in an interview.
Matsuoka was a background designer, and that interview was from 1994, the terms used in that interview were actually “Not Great TM” and it’s kind of a mixed bag of reactions because while it’s kinda cool he pointed that out it was also very... questionable.
Yoshio Sakamoto, co-creator of the Metroid series, came out against that claim in a 2004 interview and squashed those rumors with intent to finally end the debate once and for all.
Sakamoto being one of the creators of the series means his word on this is a bit more trustworthy than Matsuoka’s.
There’s a ton of debate on who to believe, who’s right, why, and the importance of the words they used to confirm and un-confirm the trans status of Samus.
TLDR: I doubt there was any intent behind Matsuoka’s statement in 1994, it was just something he either liked or wanted but never got to put out there. He even mentioned that “only he knew it was true” which makes the whole thing more confusing.
NOW I’m going to point now to Capcom’s Poison for comparison too...
Poison, as many know, was actually confirmed as a transwoman “for a while” until Capcom decided “nevermind” and then “wait actually she is” and then finally “it’s whatever the player wants, who cares.”
Peeling back the curtain on that whole NONSENSE a bit:
Poison, and Roxy because people forget there were TWO of them, were originally just a female enemy characters in Final Fight. However the American market wasn’t too keen on “Men Beating Up Women” so they asked for a change... the first pitch was “what if we make Poison and Roxy transwomen, that will make it okay for men to beat them up” AND JUST WOW THE FACT THAT THIS WAS THE FIRST REPLY JUST BOILS MY BLOOD... anyway after some further problems, the American division said “Nah, not good enough” and for the Super Nintendo version Poison and Roxy were entirely replaced with new male enemies named Sid and Billy.
This is where lore even from Capcom gets confusing and inconsistent.
Some documentation and directors stated “yes she is trans, but” and would go into detail about the how and why and what. To a gross level in most cases.
THEN there’s documentation and interviews saying that Poison is “one way” in America and “another way” in Japan. Again, going into details that are none of anyone’s business especially people who have no idea what they’re doing when it comes to writing a trans character.
When asked about “what female characters would be included in Street Fighter IV” the producer, Yoshinori Ono, said that Poison’s inclusion would be “confusing” due to “region specific genders.”
Poison would later be included in the updated version Ultra Street Fighter IV despite the “confusion” it would have supposedly caused. She was also included in Street Fighter V as well.
After this, in 2014, Akira Nishitani one of the planners on the original Final Fight, blatantly stated that, in his opinion “Poison is woman.” The wording pointedly making it seem that Nishitani didn’t ever see Poison as trans and that it was all just made up as an excuse. Which does have basis in truth since Capcom originally pitched the idea of “they’re transwomen so it’s okay to hit them” so they wouldn’t have to change the character designs to male bodies for the west.
Despite THAT in pretty much EVERY media version of Poison, be it comics, games, etc, they make a point to have characters state that she is “not much of a woman” and sometimes after a fight saying things like “it felt like fighting a man.”
So even if people at Capcom believe Poison isn’t trans, they sure like making her a joke in that regard.
Before I conclude this, I want to just point out that Capcom totally knows that this topic gets eyes on their product. Poison literally states, in SFV, "Being gossiped about is proof of my popularity!" ... so that’s that about that.
OVERALL! TLDR:
No, I absolutely do not believe that Nintendo nor Capcom made either of these characters trans with any purpose of representation and only made these comments to get out of potential censorship issues or as a joke in various interviews.
To which I say: I Hate This So Much And It Pisses Me Off Beyond Comprehension That Any Of This Was Thought Of AND CONTINUES TO BE THOUGHT OF As “Okay” By The Gaming Industry Or Any Industry Anywhere.
But you can also pry Trans-Samus and Poison from my cold dead hands because they were all I had for a long time and if they were actually real they’d beat the ever living hell out of everyone speaking this nonsensical hate.
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Punisher Pt. 10
Tenth part of Punisher. We’re halfway people. This is a Chicago PD/Fire imagine with an original character. I don’t own any of the plot points or characters from the show. Also, it doesn’t follow any particular season or sequence in the shows.
Series Summary: Josephine (Jo) never expected to find support and pure love when she left Los Angeles. She ran away to Chicago and was content with living an insignificant, hidden life. But everything changes when she walks into Molly’s to get a job.
Josephine (OC) x Jay Halstead
The italicized lines are internal thoughts of the character.
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, teeth rotting fluff
I followed Voight’s advice to the letter, changed up my routines every day and had Hermann adjust my schedule at Molly’s. I wasn’t making the money on tips I used to with my closing shifts, but it’s necessary. I knew I made the right decision going to Voight as soon as I saw Jay. He knocked on my door the next night with a home cooked meal, he sat with me for a few hours giving me updates on all the things I missed. He came over every day after until I felt “well” enough to go back to work. It’s funny to think you can miss a place, but when I arrived back at Molly’s I was met with a warm welcome by everyone, instantly filling a longing I didn’t know was there.
“Hey Jo, can you sign for the kegs out front? Make sure they know where to go,” Stella asks before disappearing into the back. I make my way out the front entrance of the bar and sign for the kegs of beer. The two large men start wheeling the beer to the back entrance, I pray that they move quicker. The wind is making goosebumps rise on my exposed skin, making me seriously regret not bringing a coat. My leg shakes as the men are wheeling back the last of the order.
“Jo?” I turn and see Jay walking up.
“Hi,” I can’t contain my smile.
“What’re you doing out here, it’s freezing,” Jay takes off his coat and wraps it around my body. The warmth is immediate and the woodsy smell of his cologne dances across my nostrils.
“You’re gonna get cold,” I try to protest, but Jay stops me from taking the jacket off and continues to rub my arms.
“I wasn’t the one that was just sick for two weeks.” Oh right.
“Excuse me, can I get one more signature?” One of the workers asks. I grab the clipboard and sign my name, allowing them to leave to their next delivery.
“I never got to thank you for bringing me dinner,” I say when I turn to face Jay.
“You don’t need to, I think eating my cooking was hard enough,” he jokes.
“It was good!”
“Oh yeah? You really liked that rice?” I laugh.
“Yeah how does someone mess up rice?”
“I don’t know!” I hug Jay, resting my head on his firm chest. His head rests on top of mine. I close my eyes and focus on his heartbeat. I slowly pull away and look up to Jay. His large hands move to rest on either side of my face, he strokes my cheekbones with his thumbs. Jay moves down towards my face slowly fluttering his eyes closed, I gradually met him halfway, closing my eyes at the last second. His lips firmly press into mine before our lips start to move more frantically. I grip his shirt desperately trying to extinguish any space between us. Jay’s soft lips are a sharp contrast to the stubble on his cheeks. I feel like my lungs are going to explode from lack of oxygen, but I lean in as soon as Jay pulls away, not wanting this moment to end just yet. We both reluctantly pull away, Jay rests his forehead on mine. I slowly release Jay’s shirt from my grasp, trying to control my breathing.
“I should get back inside,” as much as I want to stay in Jay’s arms, I know Stella would come looking sooner rather than later and for right now I want to keep this between Jay and me.
“Yeah Will should be here any minute,” Jay pulls away a little more, looking in the eyes. His piercing blue eyes could melt anyone’s heart. I slip out of Jay’s jacket and hand it back to him before taking a few steps towards the entrance.
“I’m closing tonight,” I blurt out. “Any chance you’ll lend a hand?” A bright smile spreads across Jay’s face.
“I can do that,” I match Jay’s smile, and then quickly make my way back into Molly’s. I pick up a few empties on my way to the bar.
“Everything go okay?” Stella asks while popping the caps off two beers.
“Yeah, easy,” I say, avoiding eye contact. Luckily, Stella’s too busy to catch my blushing cheeks.
I busy myself by filling a couple of orders and opening new tabs. Jay and Will enter the bar, most of the Intelligence Unit is at the bar and they grab seats on the stools next to them.
“Hi Jojo,” Will snickers.
“Hi Willy Billy,” Will’s smile falls and he looks at Jay. “Yeah two can play that game.”
“How could you? Your own brother?” Will gasps. Jay shrugs and smiles at me. I grab the brothers some beers and slide them across the bartop. I didn’t notice Will analyzing Jay and me, all I could think about is the kiss we shared outside. It was needy and passionate, all the pent up tensions finally released.
“You two kissed!” Will announces. Jay and I snap out of it because of Will’s outburst.
“What?” Jay asks.
“You two finally kissed, or was it something more?” Will looks deep into his brother’s eyes. I look around the bar and see everyone staring, my heartbeat fills my ears, almost giving me a headache.
“Will,” Jay warns.
“You’re giving me nothing,” Will turns his attention to me, his gaze is probing. “It was just a kiss, but…. But you want it to be more.”
“Will,” Jay warns again, everyone else on the other hand finds this exchange incredibly hilarious.
“Alright, who owes who?” Will asks. Both Jay’s and my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I watch stunned as people start exchanging cash, they mumble as they try to figure out who gets the payout.
“Did you know about this?” I ask Jay.
“No,” he runs his hand over his face, already exhausted by the night.
“This is insane,” I whisper. Stella walks up to the group and realizes what’s going on.
“Oh thank you! What’s my share?” She turns to Kevin and he puts some bills in her hand.
“You too?”
“Yeah, and I think this shows how good of a friend I am because I was right.”
“I quit.”
“Haha yeah good luck with that,” Stella chuckles before heading into the office.
Finally the last of the customers exit Molly’s leaving Jay and I in the bar. It was a night full of teasing and betrayal, the more of our friends that showed up at the bar the more the bet was brought up. Even Matt was in on it, he was mad we couldn’t wait another week otherwise he would’ve had the pot to himself.
Jay is putting empty chairs on top of the tables as I finish wiping down the bar top. I move to start cleaning the booths against the wall. When I stand back up, Jay’s behind me rubbing my shoulders.
“Are you feeling okay?” I lean back into his warmth.
“Yeah, I feel really good,” I look back up at him.
“I’m sorry about Will,” I laugh.
“That was unexpected for sure, but in the end it made telling everyone easier,” I try to lighten the situation so Jay doesn’t punch out his brother the next time he sees him.
“Still, it wasn’t his to tell,” he kisses my temple before grabbing the rag and cleaning the next booth. I follow him and grab the rag out of his hand to make him look at me.
“I can think of a few ways that you can make it up to me,” I flirt. Jay grabs my waist and pulls me in between him and the table.
“Yeah, I’m happy to oblige,” he leans down and kisses my lips. This time it’s slow and gentle. “Are you free Friday night?”
“I am, what do you have in mind?” I rest my hands on his chest.
“I’m going to take you out, make it a proper first date,” my hands move to rest on his biceps.
“First?”
“Yeah.”
“Some would say we’ve already had a first date.”
“When?”
“When you came over to my place.”
“What, no, that wasn’t a date,” he says trying to think through the nights.
“Well there was food, and just the two of us talking,” I try to reason. “Well actually we’ve been on multiple dates already.”
“No, it’s not a date unless I ask you, therefore those were not dates,” I smile. A glimmer of light catches my eye near Jay’s neck. A gold chain peaks out from his neckline. I slowly pull the chain out and run my thumb over the medallion. The details are so intricate, the name Saint Christopher is engraved into the metal. “It’s the saint of protection.”
“It’s incredible.”
“My mom gave it to me before I left for the war, she wore it everyday before that,” I tuck the necklace back into his shirt.
“That’s a beautiful memory.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s ok to miss her,” he nods.
“I know,” he replies sweetly. “C’mon let’s get moving,” he pulls me away from the table and smacks my butt.
“How sinful!” I joke.
“I’ll show you sinful,” he says and begins to chase me around the empty bar. He finally grabs my waist, pulling me back to him. Jay kisses my face relentlessly causing me to scream out in laughter.
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