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hsrblake · 6 months ago

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Cooper Howard qotues

Why, is this an Amish production of The Count of Monte Cristo or... just the weirdest circle jerk I've ever been invited to?" – The Ghoul after being awoken

"Well, what makes you think I'd give a good goddamn about that?" – The Ghoul to Honcho about a bounty

"Well, I tell you what, boys, whenever somebody says... ...they're doing one last job, that usually means their heart's not in it. Probably never was. But for me, well... I do this shit for the love of the game." – The Ghoul to the bounty hunters

"You right, friend, about one thing. This right here was your last job. My paycheck wasn't quite what you expected, but... well, you know what they say. Us cowpokes... ...we take it as it comes." – The Ghoul while murdering Honcho

"Now, last night a bounty came in through all six agencies. A hefty price on the head of a man that fits the description of that fella right there. Now, I may not know much, but I do know a bidding war when I see one." – The Ghoul about the bounty for Dr. Wilzig

"Well, now, that is a very small drop in a very, very large bucket of drugs." – The Ghoul after being shot at by Lucy

"You got to be fucking kidding me." – The Ghoul after seeing Maximus' arrival

"Well, I'd say come up here and get me, but... it's hard to walk upstairs when you're wearing a 12-piece cast-iron skillet set." – The Ghoul to Maximus.

"Well, I guess basic training ain't what it used to be. 'Cause you drive that thing like a fucking shopping cart. Rule number one: read the manual." – The Ghoul taunting Maximus

"Yeah, well, the Wasteland's got its own golden rule. [...] Thou shalt get sidetracked by bullshit every goddamn time."

"Well, Lucy MacLean, it ain't all canned peaches and marmalade left up here, sweetheart. Sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella." – The Ghoul while harvesting Roger's remains

"I'll bet that outfit makes y'all fell like a big man, don't it? Well, I know 'cause, well I used to wear one back in the day. There was only one problem with it. There was a flaw in the welding just below the chest plate. I wonder if they fixed that in this new model? I guess not." – The Ghoul confronting the Brotherhood.

"Oh, you want another autograph, young Henry? Feo, fuerte y formal." – The Ghoul to Hank MacLean.

"When your daughter said her last name was MacLean, well, I just couldn't believe it was the MacLean. Hell, this kid used to pick up my wife's dry cleaning. Now, I've waited over 200 years to ask somebody one question. Where's my fucking family?" – The Ghoul confronting Hank MacLean.

"War never changes. You look out at this Wasteland, looks like chaos. But there's always somebody behind the wheel. And that's who I want to talk to. That's where your daddy is headed." – The Ghoul to Lucy Maclean.

John Hancock quotes

Of the people, for the people."

"Plenty of folks wanna make life hard for people just tryin' to survive. I'm not willing to stand for that kinda shit."

"What kind of settlement requires a test for entry?" – Referring to Covenant.

"Whoa, the Downs. Hope we're not going anywhere for a while." – Referring to Easy City Downs.

"That kinda bull is the reason I became mayor in the first place." – Referring to The Big Dig

"Damn. Hey, look, if you wanna get outta here..." – If taken to Nate/Nora's corpse in Vault 111.

"If someone needs help, we help 'em. If someone needs hurting, we hurt 'em. It's not hard."

"Like it? I think it gives me a sexy, king of the zombies kinda look. Big hit with the ladies."

"Hey, does that play "Red Menace?" Love that damn game." – Accessing a terminal

"Looks like you can use a little pick me up." – Said when initiating dialogue with him as a companion (and him giving the player character a random chem)

"Whoa ho ho, I like you already! Walk into a new place, make a show of dominance. Nice." – referring to the Sole Survivor killing Finn

"Listen close. It's the last thing you're ever gonna hear." – When Sinjin tells the player character to stop speaking as The Silver Shroud

"Christ, it's bright in here. Clearly they didn't consider some folks might be nursing hangovers. " – Possible comment when entering Vault 81.

If completing The Big Dig with Bobbi No-Nose:

"How you doin' killer? Arms tired from all that digging? You know, my strongroom is surprisingly empty now..."

"Now if it was just the money, I'd rough you up, break a few bones, and then we'd be square once you paid me back. But you killed Fahrenheit. That means blood for blood."

When traveling naked:

"Hey Emperor, love the outfit."

"Let them stare."

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the view"

When committing Cannibalism:

"Suppose they're...beyond caring at this point"

"You...you do what you gotta"

"That one...all yours"

"At least you have the politeness to wait til they're dead"

When using chems:

"Two a day, keep reality at bay."

"Lean back and enjoy the ride."

"That's a good one, take it all in."

"Never trip alone."

When getting Addiction:

"You feel as bad as you look?"

"Wow, how much did you take?"

"'ay, you should slow down, and that's ME saying that"

When not responding while talking with him:

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You wanna talk? Make me a little nervous over here."

"What gives? I thought we were talking."

"Did your chems just kick in or something?"

"Like talking to a brick wall."

"Hmm, lights are on but no one's home."

"What? Mole rat got your tongue?"

"Uhm... You alright?"

"You check out on me?"

"Anybody in there?"

"That's right. Take it all in

After committing to a close relationship

"Words don't begin to do it justice. You, you're the best thing I got."

"Guess you're the piece I'd always missing...that and that toe I still can't find..."

"It's like I found a part of myself I never realized was missing... which happens sometimes when you're a ghoul."

"Nothing to lose but each other."

"Moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull. Because no one like me should be this lucky."

"You sure you wanna be stuck with this ugly mug?"

When Lover's Embrace is activated:

"Morning, sunshine."

"Well look at you. I must still be dreamin'..."

"Don't mind me... just enjoying the view."

Upon picking up junk:

"Careful! You don't know where that's been."

"That actually worth something?"

"If anybody could find a use for that."

Upon looting a corpse:

"Time to collect."

"To the living, go the spoils."

When the Brotherhood of Steel arrives in the Commonwealth:

"Holy shit." – When witnessing the Prydwen's arrival.

"Brotherhood knows how to make an entrance. I'll give 'em that." – When commenting on the Brotherhood

Cooper Howard VS John Hancock quotes these two has some good quotes it's hard to pick one for me I say both anyways you can use these for Headcannons, Edits, Memes, and so on I just put these here so it's easier for some people to use them I also tag people if your interested talk in the messages there open I have so many things I want to make but the next one is going to get Cooper Howard and John Hancock with Serena I was thinking doing a Picture Edit with some quotes and yes I do requests too.

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emptyjunior · 8 months ago

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I don't think you should ship the ghoul and Lucy's dad, but just saying if you were to they met when he was Hollywood star and Henry was his wife's assistant who Loved him. And he picked up her dry cleaning and went to her house while she was out and Henry was his starstruck biggest fan and it would be very easy for them to have an encounter.

And then they meet Centuries later and he's a grimy, lanky fanged ghoul who's become the embodiment of the cowboy character Henry used to be obsessed with. And maybe this pristine clean cut manager is extremely pissed to be reminded of his past, he's a man with Power now and he doesn't want to think about how he was a bright eyed twink who worshipped this man. And hearing his wraspy voice back from the dead calling out "You want another autograph young Henry?" sends chills down his spine.

Anyways I of course don't ship them but just saying here's how a person could if they were to which I of course don't but I could

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atomiqueen · 7 months ago

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also the way he says "you want another autograph, young henry?" in the finale....

something about the way walton goggins says "you right, friend, about one thing" in the pilot makes me feral.

#tf is in his voice that makes me feel like this #ooc. ( a suspicious lack of dragons )#blacklist for less soft nonsense.#tbd.

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luz-turquesa · 3 years ago

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hi tags! i'm still in the market for a few longterm 21+ partners who are open to a variety of plots. i am mainly interested in slice of life plots.

i'm a 31 year old female, living in the pst. i only do third person, and prefer a semi-lit to literate individual who can at the very least respond with a full paragraph. i don't want a sentence or two, i want something that can drive the plot forward. my first few posts are typically a little longer than usual, and going forward are shorter to keep things moving along.

i play female characters, and i am looking to play opposite someone who plays male characters. i do enjoy some smut, but only with plot. i don't mind detailed smut, but i want more substance than just sex. below i'll list the plots i'd love to fill.

▪︎ a man marries a somewhat older woman after a whirlwind office romance. shortly after their courthouse wedding and moving in together, he finds out about her secret: she has a daughter from a teenage pregnancy that is returning home from college abroad. there is a lot of tension/sexual chemistry between the man and his new step daughter, and the strain of the big secret kept from his wife has their new marriage crumbling. i am looking to play opposite robert pattinson, tom holland, henry cavill, or tyler hoechlin as the man. i will be using sabrina carpenter, florence pugh, celeste desjardins, sofia carson, madelaine petsch, or dove cameron as the daughter.

▪︎ the year is 2092. the world has become a very different place. democracy has died. monarchies have risen once more, and the only three countries in existence are at war constantly. the king of the most powerful country in the world has been assassinated, leaving his son, the young and unmarried prince, to take over as the king. per the law, he must marry within 6 months of his coronation, or abdicate the throne. although he had never wanted to rule, he feels it’s his duty. his advisors set him up with a woman from a foreign court as a potential way to build an alliance, and she is sent to meet and hopefully fall in love with him. i will use im jin ah, sabrina carpenter, celeste desjardins, adria arjona, jennie kim, or ana de armas as the intended future queen. i am looking to play opposite henry cavill, robert pattinson, tom holland, tyler hoechlin, or chris evans as the new king.

▪︎ a celebrity playing a superhero in the next big marvel/dc film is at a panel at comic con and meets a beautiful girl that asks him a question at the panel. he can’t get her out of his head. while signing autographs afterwards, he bumps into her again. by pure coincidence, the two bump into each other at one of the biggest parties at comic con, and a romance ensues. i will use hailee steinfeld or sabrina carpenter as the fan. i'd like to play opposite robert pattinson or tom holland. i do not expect, nor do i want, you to play the actual celebrity, just to use them as a face claim.

▪︎ a girl from a small town is desperate to leave. she’s tried many times, and one way or another, life has kept her rooted there. one day, a film crew comes to town to film a movie that takes place in a small town. the girl lands a spot on the crew in wardrobe and craft services, and manages to catch the eye of the lead actor. i am looking to play opposite robert pattinson, tom holland, chris evans, or henry cavill as the lead actor. i will be using sabrina carpenter, hailee steinfeld, dove cameron, zoey deutch, or lily collins as the small town girl.

▪︎ a hard-working man finds out that an estranged uncle he never knew about has passed away and left him with an enormous inheritance. the catch? he has to live in his uncle’s estate for two years and keep the estate’s staff on during that time. that’s where he meets the estate’s groundskeeper, a beautiful woman that had become more like family than just an employee. i am looking to play opposite robert pattinson, tom holland, chris evans, or henry cavill as the man who inherits the estate. i will be using sabrina carpenter, hailee steinfeld, adria arjona, or lily james as the groundskeeper.

if this sounds like something you'd be interested in, dm me or like this post and i'll slide into your dms. ♡

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demivampirew · 4 years ago

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Keep Calm and Go to London chapter 44

Previous Chapters in the masterlist

Triggers: (fluff overload (?) ); crying (happy tears, though), talking about work related long distance relationship; talking about drug abuse and alcoholism and murder (related to a movie role); anxiety and talking about past break up.

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Ticking tocking like a bomb Throws me back to when I had you closer Skin to skin we get it on Without the love I feel you going bolder You can promise castle, treasures, babies I don't care 'Cause right now you're just enough for me I want you near Like a fairytale to feel your breath right on my neck You remember what I love so baby take me back Turn down the lights down low and kiss me in the dark 'Cause when you're touching me baby I see sparks You make my heart go You You, you make my heart go You You, you make my heart go

To the rhythm of Hillary Duff's Sparks, you dance around the Airbnb as you cleaned the place. It was your free day from the set, so you decided to spent it the best way you could. Time truly flies in an incredible speed, at a moment you and Henry were kissing when the clock hit midnight and it was officially the new year and next you were back on London; he went back to The Witcher set and you soon got into another plane going to Washington when your next project was set to film.

Not only a month had passed since the last time you were together in the same place, but also Valentine's Day was around the corner. This was going to be your first celebration together as a couple, but unfortunately, you would have to settle for a zoom celebration. So you needed some cheerful music to lift your mood.

On the bright side, you finally got what you've always wanted since you started to act: be in a movie with Meryl Streep. She was beyond lovely and she was mentoring you a lot about acting and the film industry. You had a vast experience when it came to the music industry, but film was still quite new to you even if you have acquired a reputation there as well - all those big awards you got from your previous roles and a big fanbase was a powerful combination for success when it came to movies. As for music, you were a great musician with lots of fans but it wasn't that what made you a force to be reckoned with; it was the fact that the songs and albums you wrote and produced were all complete successes; you 'discover' some of the biggest selling artists and you made a lot of money for the rich bastards that control the industry which made you irreplaceable for them.

Another thing that you loved about this project, besides working with Meryl and the script that was quite interesting and gave you a lot of space to grow as an actor, was the fact that you got to work again with your friend Anne Hathaway.

She was a big part of your rise to success. She was your co-star on your first movie role that you seek even in you had no previous experience in acting, but thankfully the director saw something in you, especially good chemistry between the two of you since her character and yours were lovers caught in a toxic relationship due to your character's drug abuse and alcoholism which ended up with your character in jail for killing her lover. That role landed you your first big award which got you quite a prestige: your first role and you won an Oscar for it.

You were preparing lunch while dancing to Blackpink's DDU-DU DDU-DU when the doorbell rang. It was Anne who arrived to have lunch with you.

- Hi, babe! How are you?- you greeted her. Even if you were in the same movie, you did not share many scenes, so you mostly hang out outside the set. - Hi, sweetie! I'm great, you? I brought your favourite dessert! -she replied handing you a bag with pastries.

- Good. Thank you so much, you shouldn't have bothered!- you told her as you closed the door and walked to the living room.

Hanging out with her was as easy as breathing. When you're famous, more often than not you have to be careful with the things you shared about your life because you never knew who could be trusted to keep information private. It would often happen the someone, even if doing it unconsciously, they could share personal information that you did not want out there. With Anne, that wasn't an issue. She could be trusted and she was a loving friend who would listen and give great advice.

After a long conversation about work and her family, you shared with her that you were missing Henry more than you should. That in the past weeks you were experiencing a lot of anxiety because you feared that this time apart would Henry decide on ending things with you like he did a few months before, because he thought it was the best and because he couldn't handle the distance between you two and that was hard for you too. Anne shared her own struggles with being apart from her husband and her child for work. "It's never going to be easy to be apart, but it gets bearable with time," she told you, "if your love is pure, nothing will stand in the way of you two," she assured you.

Anne was one of the few friends who know about your struggle with coming with a decision about having children. What you liked about talking with her about that subject, was that she did not try to sugarcoat the struggles of being a mother. She opened her heart and talked freely about the issues she would have sometimes, but at the end of the day, her son meant the world to her.

During and after dinner you continue the chat, laughing as if you were two teenagers. Friendship is a powerful antidote for heartache and being homesick.

After she left, you picked up the phone and realized that you missed the chance to have your good night call with Henry, because of the time difference and the fact that he went earlier to bed because he needed to be up at 3 am for work. He had not called because when you didn't reply to his texts he realized that you still were busy hanging out with Anne. He promised that you would talk the next day, leaving you his wishes for you to have fun and assuring you that he loved you deeply. You sighed, sad to know that you would have to wait to talk to him and to be honest, anxious that he might have thoughts again that you should be apart because of the lack of time to be together.

You sat on the couch and opened your Instagram account to see what was going on with your friends. As soon as you opened the app, you saw that Henry had shared something on his stories. You clicked on the icon of his profile picture to see it: he shared four photos of you and every single picture was accompanied by the lyrics of a fragment of a song.

In the first photo, in which you were kissing his cheek and he was laughing because of the tingles, he chose the song Die A Happy Man by Thomas Rhett " You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece. It's too good to be true, nothing better than you. In my wildest dreams. And I know that I can't ever tell you enough. That all I need in this life is your crazy love. If I never get to see the Northern lights. Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night. Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand. Baby I could die a happy man yeah".

In the next one, he was the one kissing your cheek while your hand touched his face. The song he selected for this was She's Everything to Me by Bradley Presley "She's the voice I love to hear. Someday when I'm ninety. She's that wooden rocking chair. I want rocking right beside me. Every day that passes. I only love her more. Yeah, she's the one. That I'd lay down my own life for. And she's everything I ever wanted. And everything I need. She's everything to me. Yeah, she's everything to me. Everything I ever wanted. And everything I need. She's everything to me."

The third one was one of you hugging Kal and the chosen song was In Case You Didn't Know by Brett Young "In case you didn't know, Baby I'm crazy 'bout you. And I would be lying if I said, that I could live this life without you. Even though I don't tell you all the time. You had my heart a long, long time ago. In case you didn't know, you've got all of me, I belong to you. Yeah you're my everything".

The final photo was the one of your New Year's kiss, taken by his nephew Thomas - of course, as most teenage boys he reacted like it was too cheesy, but he took it in exchange of your promise that you'll reward him with an autograph of one of his favourite musicians, Slash, who you knew. The song he paired it with was You Make It Easy by Jason Aldean. "Yeah I'm down for life, you got me wrapped around your finger. And I like it just in case you can't tell. You make it easy. Lovin' up on you. Make it easy. With every little thing you do. You're my sunshine in the darkest days. My better half, my saving grace. You make me who I wanna be. You make it easy. Stealin' kisses undercover babe. I see forever when I see your face. And I swear God made you for me".

You were on tears and with a huge smile that made your face hurt. Anne was right, your love was pure and there was nothing it could destroy it, not even distance.

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thecountoflondonfansite · 4 months ago

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“Yikes, and the other villains berated me for being reckless.” Hyde grumbled. Henry ignored Hyde’s comment. He was a bit nervous to see Wordgirl again even though it was Hyde that faced off against her and not him. “Oh, hello Wordgirl.” Henry greeted a bit sheepishly. Wordgirl smiled warmly at him. “Hello Dr. Jekyll, are you alright?” Wordgirl asked. Henry and Hyde were both surprised that the superhero knew who Henry was even though they hadn’t met yet. “You know who ah am?” Henry asked in surprise. A brief flash of panic was displayed on Wordgirl’s face before she quickly schooled her features. “Oh uh…Becky told me about you. Yes, we talk sometimes and she told me about you. That’s how I know who you were.” Wordgirl quickly explained. “Really? That’s nice to hear.” Henry remarked as he seemed to buy her excuse. Hyde on the other hand, noted Wordgirl’s nervous and hasty reply. He didn’t say anything about it, but his curiosity was somewhat piqued. Wordgirl nodded. “Yeah. I also want to thank you for helping to calm down Tobey. Only a few people can stop Tobey’s destructive rampages. One being his mother of course.” Wordgirl remarked. Henry’s expression became solemn. “Thank ye. He is one of me students, like Becky. He’s definitely a bright young man. Ah feel awful that he feels the need to ease his hurt and loneliness through destructive tendencies. Ah only wanted to help him.” Wordgirl was amazed and touched by Henry’s perspective about the boy genius. He really was a nice and caring person in and out of school. “It isn’t easy to look past Tobey’s destructives tendencies as his actions usually irritate people. I’m glad there’s someone like you who can look past that and focus on what’s important.” Wordgirl complimented. Deep down, despite Tobey’s aloofness and irritation, she did want to help the boy genius as well. It was difficult for her when Tobey always wanted to win her affections. Amber soon broke out of Rachel’s grasp and ran towards her father and Wordgirl, only stopping when she got near the heroine. “Hi there.” Wordgirl greeted. She was taken aback by the little girl’s sudden appearance but not surprised to see a civilian come up to greet her as it was typical for the hero. “Amber dear are ye alright?” Henry asked his child as he knew the young girl was frightened by the commotion earlier. He assumed she wanted him to hold her again in reassuring comfort. Amber just gave a slight nod but did not look at her father. Her huge eyes still transfixed on the hero. “You’re very strong and pretty.” Amber spoke. Wordgirl smiled and blushed at the compliment. “Thank you.” Wordgirl replied. “You’re just like Pretty Princess.” Amber added on in a happy tone. Wordgirl’s expression brightened and her eyes dazzled at the mention of her favorite tv character. Wordgirl hovered down on her knees to Amber’s level. “You enjoy watching Pretty Princess and Magic Pony as well.” Wordgirl exclaimed. Amber quickly nodded her head. “It's my favorite show. Auntie Rachel and I watch a lot.” Amber responded. Henry couldn’t help but coo at the excitement and adorableness of his daughter. He had no idea that just a few feet away that Dr. Two Brains was feeling the same thing though he had to hide his emotions since his daughter was on hero duty. Wordgirl gave Amber a bright grin. “Well it’s wonderful to meet another Pretty Princess fan. Unfortunately I have to go now and continue protecting the city.” Wordgirl then reached into her belt and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. Wordgirl quickly scribbled something on the pen before giving it to Amber. “Here’s a special gift for you.” Wordgirl spoke as she handed Amber an autograph. Amber gave an excited gasp. “Thank you. Thank you.” Amber exclaimed repeatedly. “You’re welcome.” Wordgirl smiled. She gave a goodbye wave before flying off towards another direction. “Wow her ego is like Whisker’s almost.” Hyde huffed as he pretended not to be jealous about Amber’s reaction towards Wordgirl. @unhingedexperimenter

(You can tag me on my tgs side blog. I also apologize but I know a few Scottish words. So to anyone reading this I apologize for the inaccuracy.) Becky Boxleitner noticed a change in the atmosphere as she and her pet monkey Bob walked into the sixth grade classroom. All of the students were excitedly chatting with one another. Becky and Bob exchanged confused looks at the scene. 'What is going on?' They both thought. Becky walked to where her friends Violet Heaslip, Rose Franklin, and Todd Scoops Ming were sitting, also joining in the excited yet low volume chattering. "Hey guys what's going on?" Becky asked her friends. They each turned their heads to greet their friend. "Hey Becky guess what, we're getting a new teacher for our class!" Scoops exclaimed. Becky looked surprised at the announcement. Bob also mimicked her facial expression. "Wait really? What happened to Miss Davis?" Becky asked, wondering what happened to their old teacher. It was just a week only into the new school year so a sudden teacher exchange was a complete shock to Becky especially since there were no announcements about it beforehand. "Miss Davis had to move back home because of a family emergency." Rose Franklin answered. "The principal had to scramble to find a new teacher to fill in for our class. It was all last minute stuff." Becky nodded in understanding of her friends' answers. It was a nice perk to be friends who were upcoming reporters. Soon the final bell rang which indicated for every student to take their seats. Becky took her place beside her best friend Violet and Bob plopped down next to her. Soon a man who looked to be in his mid 30s walked in and towards the desk. He had curly brown air, an arched nose, and reddish brown eyes. He wore a tan button-down shirt with a red vest as well as brown slacks and dark suede shoes. The man gave a pleasant and warm smile to all the students there. "Hello my name is Dr. Henry Jekyll and I will be your teacher for the school year." Becky and the other kids ears perked up as they took note of the man's accent. Even Tobey became slightly interested in his new teacher. None of them were sure where their new teacher was from. Dr. Jekyll gave a light chuckle as if he could sense their growing curiosity about him. He lightly clapped his hands together to gain their undivided attention and focus. "Well since this is my first time teaching here, why don't we all play a little game so we can all get better acquainted with each other. Here's what to do. One at a time, say your name and share a wee bit about yourself. Likes, family, interests and all that. I'll go first to show ya what ah mean. Again. My name is Dr. Henry Jekyll. I was born in Glasgow but ah moved to London where I attended university. I have a five year old wee lassie or daughter named Amber. I enjoy chemistry and reading on occasions. Now who would like to go next?" @unhingedexperimenter

Of course Tobey had taken the opportunity to place attention on himself and to have a reason to boast about himself. “My name is Tobey McCallister the third and I will be the most intelligent student you'll meet here.” The others had rolled their eyes, used to this kind of behavior from their peers. Becky seemed to be the most annoyed by it. Having been forced to put up with his destructive tantrums in the past. Henry smiled just as warmly as before. Unbothered by the obnoxious behavior that the boy had been displaying. Tobey had been going on about himself for a good few minutes before the teacher finally spoke up. “Ahem, yes. Thank you for that Mr. McCallister. Would anyone else like to tell me a bit about themselves as well?” No one could tell that behind the facade, Dr. Henry Jekyll was becoming more irritated by the moment. Not by the child but by the pest that refused to leave him be. Scoffing within his head at what they just heard. He didn't share the disembodied voice's opinion but wanted to give the other children a chance to introduce themselves as well. To the others' shock, Tobey seemed to have taken this well. Quickly going back to his desk with no issues. Becky was relieved at that. Soon the other children had started to introduce themselves to their new teacher with little to no issues. He seemed genuinely nice enough to her. This new teacher didn't seem like most of the adults within this city. Some she had to define words repeatedly for. Dr. Jekyll knew what he was teaching and knew his vocabulary. It was Violet who had brought Becky out from her own thoughts, calling her name. Waving a hand in front of her face. “Becky?” The girl smiled in an embarrassed manner. “Huh? Yes?” Violet smiled, patient with her best friend. “Why don't you introduce yourself now? Nearly everybody else already did.” She had given a surprised expression. Becky hadn't realized that she was so lost within her thoughts until then. She stood up and began speaking. “My name is Becky Boxleitner and I also like libraries,reading and Pretty Princess.” The presence that was grating at the teacher's nerves had deemed this too dull to enjoy. Leaving Dr. Jekyll be to his teaching. Well, getting to know his students. He was happy to see that they were engaged in these activities that were meant to break the ice. Though one student in particular had caught his attention the most. Becky. While she did seem rather bright, there was something strange about her behavior at times. Pausing whatever she was doing at the time to listen in on something. Thinking it went unnoticed. Even once looking alarmed and she made an excuse to go to the bathroom. He had allowed it. Feeling that it would've been better to have let her. It seemed…oddly familiar. As if he had seen that behavior somewhere before but couldn't figure out exactly where from. When the school day was finally over, Becky had gone to go home like the others. Dr. Jekyll had of course stayed behind to set more things up within his new classroom. Making a plan on exactly what he'll actually start teaching the next day. Though, the grating voice had returned to be a thorn in his side. “Come on. Leave this boring stuff alone. Leave it until tomorrow. I've been pent up for far too long. Let's have some fun.” This had earned an eye roll and a loud huff from the teacher. “No, I've got to get this done now. You will have enough time tonight. Just be patient until then.” A shadowy figure formed in front of Dr. Jekyll. A frown on its face. “But this is so extremely dull. I want to stretch my legs. I want to make myself known already.” Dr. Jekyll glared. “And that is precisely why I'm so hesitant to let you out so soon. At least let us get acclimated to our surroundings first.” The figure let out an annoyed groan. “You know you want this as much as I do. Otherwise you'd never have any actual fun in the sad and pathetic life you call yours.”

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Worth Fighting For

WORTH FIGHTING FOR by capthamm

Killian "Hook" Jones is a dominate up and comer in the UFC while Emma "The Savior" Swan's career was cut short. When Hook's manager moves up and the office brings in UFC's youngest legend to keep him in check, will either of them be able to handle it?

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[Chapter 1/?]

Tap gloves.

It’s not like he dreamed of being here.

Fake right hook.

Beating the shit out of someone is pretty much one of the only things that keeps Killian Jones numb.

Leg kick to left eye.

That and rum.

Elbow.

Does anyone really dream of beating the shit out of people for a living?

Left hook. Opponent stumbles.

Will Scarlett aside, he doesn’t think so.

Take down.

And maybe Jefferson… that bloke’s ring name is literally “Mad”.

Right. Left. Right. Left. Left.

He knows there’s good money in MMA, but when he got in a bar fight two—

Wrestle. Maneuver. Arm bar.

—years ago, he never thought it’d lead to this.

Tap tap tap.

Showtime.

Release a tad too late. Don’t help Graham up, let the trainers do it. Run to the side of the cage. Ramp up the fans. Arm raise.

“Hook, you just won by submission against The Huntsman. How does it feel to remain undefeated in our stacked featherweight division?”

Deep breath. Come on, Jones, put on your act for the camera.

“Issac, did you say stacked? Not gonna lie, mate, I’m not sure that term applies to me.” Well placed smirk.

Why are the lights so damn bright? He hears the crowd chanting his name, he supposes that’s because he’s on a homer card. Still unreal as ever.

“You’re probably right considering you absolutely dominated that entire match. You’re a latecomer to the sport but continue to make a name for yourself, even against much younger opponents. Is there a secret to all this fast success?”

Don’t cringe at the mention of your age; they think you want to be here.

“Aye, but if I told you on national television, it wouldn’t be a secret.” Wink at the camera. Smirk. “ Thanks for coming out, Boston!” The crowd cheers louder. “I may not have started here but I’ve called this city home for ten years now and I’ll be damned if I let you down.”

Hook! Hook! Hook! Hook!

“They love ya, Jones. Great match! Who do you wanna see next?”

“No one”, Killian thinks to himself. “ I want to get out of this bloody octagon and get some rum.” He turns to the exec table.

“I’ll take whoever you give me, Gold, no sweat. I’m going all the way to the championship, Issac. I’m in this to win it all.”

As if there’s another option.

Issac nods enthusiastically at him. Killian is apparently a better actor than he thought. “Great fight, Hook. Well, folks you heard it from the man himself. Killian “Hook” Jones wants the belt—“

Issac’s voice fades away. Killian does his obligatory selfie with his trainers, hugging Robin and heading out of the ring.

High five a fan. Selfie. Smirk at the brunette. Autograph. High five. Kiss the redhead’s knuckles. Fist bump.

Once in the locker room, he can finally breathe. Killian scrambles to shower and change, being sure to dodge Robin and August on his way out the door. He knows he’s supposed to stay for the other matches, but it’s been nine years today and he’s not in the fucking mood.

. . .

“But, Mooooom, it’s Fight Night!”

“Exactly why you’re off to bed. You’re way too young to be watching that live. I’ll show you highlights in the morning.” Emma has this conversation almost every Saturday night. She can’t blame the kid for liking UFC, he was technically conceived because of it, but nine is way too young and she’s not budging on this.

“But it’s a super good card!”

Emma rolls her eyes, “Copying what Uncle David says will get you negative points. Bed. Now. Go.”

Henry opens his mouth to argue again, but with one more look from Emma he thinks better and stomps off to bed. Emma laughs to herself knowing he’ll be out like a light in minutes, but she admires his stubbornness.

Emma finishes cleaning up the kitchen and then wanders in to check on Henry. Just as she suspected, he’s fast asleep with ESPN Magazine splayed across his lap. She shakes her head and smiles at him. Quietly, she moves the magazine, kisses him on the forehead, and shuts off the light, closing the door gently behind her.

Emma leaves Henry’s room to a knock at the door. As if on cue, David and Mary Margaret let themselves into her apartment with pizzas and a case of beer. After setting down the food, David walks up to Emma and kisses her on the temple. “Hey, sis! Henry asleep already?”

She scoffs at his lack of subtlety. “Yes, although it seems he had an accomplice in his attempts to stay awake for tonight.” Emma purses her lips knowingly as Mary Margaret slaps David’s shoulder.

“David! This show is too violent for adults let alone a nine year old .” David shrugs and turns to help his wife with the food.

As Emma gets the TV set up, Ruby shows up, barging in with a bottle of red wine and already talking a mile a minute. “Did you see the second match up?! These two are like the men of my dreams . God bless whoever decided Jones and Humbert should duke it out. I mean honestly, Ems, I may need you to turn up the air conditioning.”

Emma laughs at Ruby being… well Ruby. “Rubes, chill. I’m sure the network is fully aware of the ratings the two of them fighting will bring in.”

Mary Margaret speaks up a little too quickly, “Oh definitely! And both of them are so good, watching them fight sometimes makes me wish you still—“ She trails off at David’s hiss and Emma pretends she doesn’t notice.

“Alright, the first fight is about to start. Let’s do this.”

Despite being unable— maybe that’s not the right term— unwilling?— to fight anymore, Emma loves watching Fight Night.

Whenever she’s watching a fight she feels her body move on its own, mimicking their movements and mentally throwing punches and blocks of her own.

Emma Swan wasn’t good at much of anything, but she was a damn good fighter.

The first match is an overall bore. Going the entire 15 minutes and not even ending in a unanimous decision. Emma grabs another piece of pizza and the bowl of popcorn— thank god they let her keep the fighter rate for her gym membership— and settles in for the second fight.

Ruby is not wrong about these two.

Graham “The Huntsman” Humbert, vs. up and comer, Killian “Hook” Jones. She’s seen Graham around the circuit before, he’s somewhat of a regular face. Never doing much with his career but doing enough not to get kicked from the roster. Killian, she’s only seen fight a few times, but he trains at her gym, supposedly also based out of Boston, so she’s seen him there.

She scoffs to herself. He may have the looks, but he knows it. He approached her once, confidence seeping off of him like sweat:

“Emma ‘The Savior’ Swan.”

Emma whips around at the use of her ring name. Most people at this gym know who she is, but leave her alone to work out and go home. “Yes that’s me.” She looks up at him in hopes of serving him her best ‘get the fuck out of here’ stare, but stutters when she sees how absolutely stunning he is.

“Stunning, Emma? Really?” She thinks to herself, but then realizes there really isn’t another word for the blue of his eyes… or his British accent.

“Killian ‘Hook’ Jones.” He puts out his left hand, catching Emma off guard, most fighters being right handed. As if he could read her mind he continues, “You know, for my killer left hook.” He drops her hand with a wink.

A fucking wink. Who does this guy think he is?

“Clever.” Emma knows she’s being icy but she’s almost done with her workout and really doesn’t have time to put up with some cocky new guy.

“Aye, Gold thought so.” He smirks at her and she rolls her eyes, regretting the satisfaction it gives him immediately.

“I’m sure he did.”

“And why, ‘The Savior’, Swan? I’m not sure I know that back story.” Emma flinches at his bluntness.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She realizes she’s practically flirting before she can stop herself.

He catches her gaze, “Perhaps I would.”

She doesn’t expect such a sincere response.

Brick meet wall. Hello, darkness, my old friend or something like that.

“Huh,” she scoffs noncommittally, “Nice to meet you, Jones, but I’ve gotta get back to my work out.”

He nods, seeming a bit jilted at her lack of interest. She does her best to keep a straight face at that realization, happy to knock anyone that arrogant down a few pegs. “Aye, Swan, me as well. See you around, love.”

She takes a swig from her water bottle and almost chokes at his casual use of the pet name. “ Not your love.” He raises his hands in mock surrender and Emma carries on with her day.

Somehow the same man she was insanely annoyed by, has completely entranced her with his fighting style. It’s clean and polished, definitely trained but with this edge of a street fighter which almost seems almost instinctual.

Leg kick, elbow, left hook, take down, arm bar, submission.

Humbert didn’t have a chance.

Jones makes it look too easy.

Emma is snapped out of whatever spell she was under the moment he opens his mouth to do his interview with Issac, the same cocky asshat she spoke to in the gym now on her TV screen.

“Wait! I didn’t know he fought for Boston.” Ruby rounds on Emma. “Did you ever see him at the gym?!”

Emma shrugs, “A few times.” She refuses to tell M or Ruby about their conversation, both of them likely to twist it into some UFC enemies to lovers story that makes Emma want to barf. Lucky for Emma the next fight starts and with the sound of “Mad” Jefferson Hatter’s entrance music, and the entire room seems to forget all about Killian “Hook” Jones.

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Francois Truffaut: The Actor by Susan King

Film directors on occasion have walked from behind the camera to appear in front of it. Part of the fun in watching Alfred Hitchcock movies is to see his wry cameos. The late Agnes Varda was a delightful presence in her documentaries such as in the award-winning FACES PLACES (2017). John Huston, who won Oscars for the direction and screenplay of THE TREASURE OF THE SIERRA MADRE (’48), received a supporting actor Oscar and Golden Globe nomination for THE CARDINAL (’63) and another Golden Globe nomination for CHINATOWN (’74).

And Vittorio De Sica, the Italian neo-realist master of such Oscar-winning foreign films as THE GARDEN OF THE FINZI-CONTINIS (’70), also received a supporting actor Oscar nomination for A FAREWELL TO ARMS (’57). Even French New Wave maverick Jean-Luc Godard has an uncredited role in Montgomery Clift’s final film THE DEFECTOR (’66).

Fellow New Wave pioneer Francois Truffaut acted in four feature films before his untimely death at the age of 52 in 1984. He made his acting debut in his haunting THE WILD CHILD (’70), which was inspired by the 19th century journal of Dr. Jean Itard revolving around his work with the Wild Boy of Aveyron, a feral child found in the forest. Itard named the boy Victor and attempted to civilize him.

Truffaut took on the role of the serious-minded doctor and Jean-Pierre Cargol, a young Gypsy boy, made his debut as Victor. The filmmaker’s daughter Laura Truffaut told me in a 2000 Los Angeles Times interview that he thought it would be easier to direct newcomer Cargol if he took on the role of Itard and also, “because he felt it wasn’t a great role for a professional actor.”

Her father, she noted, “was much more interested in the child than Dr. Itard. I think he worried that unconcsciously a professional actor would feel slighted or neglected by him.” Truffaut gives a poignant performance. And his good friend Alfred Hitchcock was so impressed with his turn, he sent Truffaut a funny telegraph asking the director for the autograph of the actor who played Itard.

He next starred in his brilliantly funny valentine to filmmaking DAY FOR NIGHT (’73), in which Truffaut gives a charming turn—he actually smiles in this movie—as a film director named Ferrand. He is so obsessed with cinema that film stock probably pulsates through his veins.

And while Itard had one charge, Ferrand must keep his cast together during the filming of a less-than-impressive romantic drama “Meet Pamela.” There’s the infantile leading man (Jean-Pierre Leaud of Antoine Doinel fame); Jacqueline Bisset as the British actress recovering from a nervous breakdown; an Oscar-nominated Valentina Cortese as an aging actress who can’t remember her lines; and Jean-Pierre Aumont as a veteran leading man with a secret. Truffaut won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film and was also nominated for his direction and screenplay.

Four years later, Steven Spielberg cast him in his best-known role in the blockbuster science-fiction classic CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND (’77) as Claude Lacombe, the compassionate, charming and even wide-eyed French scientist who is leading a UN investigating team on a series of unusual UFO activity. Truffaut was one of Spielberg’s idols and was thrilled he agreed to do the part. “I am not an actor; I can only play myself,” he told Spielberg, which was exactly what the filmmaker wanted.

Bob Balaban, who played the scientist’s translator David, recalled his experience working with Truffaut in a 2014 Los Angeles Times interview. “I got the job because I could speak French; at least what’s what my agent must have told them I guess,” Balaban explained.

Because his French was rusty, he basically lied about his prowess with the language. “I had a crash course in Berlitz, went on vacation and met Truffaut and explained to him in my very halting French I had lied to get the job, which he thought was very funny,” said Balaban, He wrote about his experiences in Close Encounters of the Third Kind: An Actor's Diary.

Truffaut kept a tape recorder in his room and would practice simple phrases like “Hello, how are you this morning?” during the evening. “He was so embarrassed he would speak inadequate English. He was an adorable, fun, loveable person but rather proper and just didn’t want to get caught speaking in a language he couldn’t be understood in.”

I witnessed an audience boo at the end of a screening of his dour drama THE GREEN ROOM (’78). Based on three Henry James short stories including “The Altar of the Dead,” the drama revolves around a World War I vet who writes obits for the local paper. Obsessed with death, he has a room in his house that is a shrine to his late wife. After the room is destroyed in a fire, he finds a chapel in ruins where he not only honors his wife but all of the dead he has known. Needless to say, things don’t end well for Truffaut’s Julien Davenne.

According to his costar Nathalie Baye, Truffaut almost shuttered the production because he feared he was giving a bad performance. She recalled that “he would say to me, ‘It’s madness; it will never work.’ And he came close to wanting to stop everything.”

Though some critics gave the film strong reviews, Truffaut didn’t fare as well. The New York Times’ Vincent Canby stated, “Truffaut does not make it easy for us to respond to Davenne.” And Time Out believed the film failed because of “Truffaut’s lack of range as an actor which his not helped by the script’s purple prose.”

I have seen GREEN ROOM a few times since 1979 and admire it more as I have gotten older. And though Truffaut the director miscast Truffaut the actor, we should admire that he took himself out the comfort zone as an actor. He doesn’t give a great performance, but he gives a brave one.

#TCM #Turner Classic Movies #Susan King #François Truffaut #French New Wave

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wiggly-blue-shite · 6 years ago

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Chapter 33 From the Top

(Prof H X Ted)

(Hey. There's mention of suicide in this chapter super briefly though. Soo uhh yeah)

When Henry woke up Theodore was not lying next to him anymore. Where was he? Henry's cooold, Ted's supposed to warm him up! Well putting on some clothes would also make him warmer.

Henry threw on a shirt and pants, and went to find Ted.

"Theodoreeeee, where areee youuu?" Henry poked his head out of the room and saw Ted sitting on his couch holding a picture frame. Wait is that the picture of... Shit.

"Hey Henry," Ted was still staring at the picture. Henry didn't really want to talk about that right now.

Henry walked over and sat next to Ted. He put his head Theodore's shoulder. Warm.

"Who are these people in the picture with you?" Ted showed the picture to Henry.

It was the one that was taken beginning of junior year, at the diner Leighton worked at. Henry was playing a little keyboard, Mark, Stu, Leighton, and Greg we're singing along with Henry. Steve was having a laughing fit. Chad was trying to read. Henry knew exactly what they were singing. Good times.

"Old friends from college." He knew Ted would ask more about them. Damnit, should've put it on a higher shelf, out of reach.

"Are these the..." noooo. Henry buried he's face into Ted's shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it."

Ted deserved to know. He cares so much, Henry can't just lie to him. Damnnnit.

"Do you want to know about it?" Henry picked his head up and looked at Ted. Ted smiled at him.

"I want to know everything about you." Ted kissed Henry's nose. Henry giggled a little bit. Ted's such a sweetheart.

"Well they were my roommates. Splitting rent 7 ways made it so we could actually afford a little condo. Well Steve did sleep on the couch." Henry chuckled to himself a little bit, he would complain about that couch.

"Ok wait who's who" Theodore gestures to the picture. "I know that's you. Look at how young you are!" Ted laughed a little bit.

"Are you calling me old?" Henry knew he wasn't but it's fun to make him nervous.

"No" Ted had an urgency in his voice. He cares so much.

"I'm kidding." Henry kissed Ted cheek. "Yes that is me. The guy sitting to my right is Greg, next to Greg is Mark, then Steve, and Stu. Leighton's the one standing and chad's the one reading." Henry pointed each one out.

"Wait are these the people the working boys characters are based off of!" Ted's eyes brightened. Henry hadn't thought about that mess of a play in a while. He would have put in different names but it's not like the dead will mind.

"Yeah." Henry was surprised that Ted remembered. "They were very important to me." It still hurt to think he wouldn't ever see them again. God.

"I can tell. You look really happy" ted smiled at the photo.

"Yeah..." Henry missed them. Going through school without them was painful. Living in that condo with out them was painful.

"What happened to them?" Ted should know. Henry didn't really like talking about it. But Ted wants to know.

"They're dead." Henry sighed, "Car crash, alcohol poisoning, and suicide. In that order." Henry distinctly remembers every one of there funerals. Leighton's funeral was the worst. Henry didn't know anyone there. It was just same black suit he had worn 5 times before.

"I'm so sorry Henry." Ted put his arms around henry and hugged him. Henry hugged him back. Ted really cared about him. It felt good to have someone care like that.

"They were the closest friends I've ever had. I've grown to accept it." Henry really had accepted there deaths, that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt though.

"You don't have to talk about it anymore, if you don't want to." Ted kissed Henry's forehead lightly. Henry loved Theodore so much.

"You would have liked them." Henry didn't really know whether they would get along or not. But it's nice to think that they would.

"I'm sure I would've." Ted smiled. Henry loved it when Theodore genuinely smiled. Henry kissed Ted because how could he not?

"I love you." Henry was really happy in this moment.

"I love you too." Ted kissed Henry. Henry loved the way Ted's lips felt. What did Henry do to have someone so caring love him. The look in Ted's eyes put butterflies in his stomach. "We should eat something."

"Oh yeah, eating." Henry didn't know what they would eat. It was a miracle that Ted was able to make dinner last night, like that's insane.

"You have to eat." Ted started Henry down. He cares so much.

"If you can manage to cook anything, I will eat it." Henry smiled. He knew Ted would probably figure something out.

"Is that a bet?" Ted smirked.

"I don't know is it?" Henry leaned in.

"No no no. We can make out later. I am going to make you food." Ted stood up and walked into the kitchen. Henry watched him. "I'm going to put on music!" Theodore called out from the kitchen. Ted pulled out his phone and he started playing showtunes. He's willingly listening to showtunes!

"You have a theatre playlist?" Henry giggled a little bit. He was weirdly proud that he was listening to them.

"You bet your ass I do!" Ted rummaged through the kitchen trying to find ingredients. Henry laughed, still kind of creepily watching from the couch. He was so in love.

The next song started. Oh this is a great song! It made Henry laugh to think about Theodore singing this song.

"The name on everybody's lips

Is gonna be Roxie!" Omg Ted's singing along. Henry started giggling.

"Hey this is a good song!" Ted yelled from the kitchen. Oh he's adorable.

"You're preaching to the choir!" Henry yelled back. Wow this is hilarious.

"They're gonna recognize my eyes

My hair my teeth my boobs my nose!" Henry could not stop laughing.

"From just some dumb mechanics wife

I'm gonna be Roxie." Ted was dancing slightly. Henry could barely breath he was laughing so hard. Holy shit.

"They're gonna wait outside in line

To get to see..." Henry sang the accompaniment. This is Theodore's performance. Ted winked at him. This is great.

"Think of those autographs I'll sign

Good luck to ya!" Ted was full into it. Holding the wooden spoon like it was a mic and everything. That's hilarious. Henry couldn't stop smiling.

"Roxie!" Henry yelled. Theodore's smile was adorable.

"And I'll appear in a lavalier that goes

All the way down to my waist." Ted swayed his hips around. He's adorable and hot. Wow.

"Here a ring, there a ring, everywhere a ring-a-ling!" Henry knew he was off key but that's just because he was laughing to hard.

"But always in the best of taste!" Henry sang that last love with Ted. Both of them broke out laughing. Henry loved over acting the next part though, not to steal Ted's limelight.

"Mmm, I'm a star!" Henry stood up super dramatically. This is so much fun.

"And the audience loves me!

And I love them." He pointed at Ted and winked. He felt a little ridiculous but you know whatever. There's no being embarrassed in this situation.

"And they love me for lovin' them

And I love them for lovin' me." Henry rushed over to Ted and dramatically caressed his cheek.

"And we love each other." Ted pulled Henry into a kiss.

"And that's showbiz... kid!" Henry pulled away just in time to say the line. Ted laughed. He has such a sweet laugh.

Henry could give less of a shit about the rest of the song. He wrapped his arms around Ted's neck and pulled him into another kiss. Ted's arms wrapped around Henry's waist.

"Oh by the way breakfast is done." Ted chuckled a little.

"Damn That was fast." Henry was impressed. As someone who avoids cooking at all costs Henry did not understand how that works.

"Well it's basically just fancy toast." Ted laughed. "You have like nothing in your kitchen." Henry laughed as well.

Ted put the "fancy toast" on plates that Henry was not going to wash afterwards.

They sat down and started eating. Holy shit this really is fancy toast.

"You're really good at cooking." Henry was impressed.

"And you're really good at singing and dancing and science." Ted smiled and leaned in. Henry leaned in over the table. When...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Of course.

#tedgens #from the top!#fanfic

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daniclaytcn · 6 years ago

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crush 1/2

Hey, @high-seas-swan ! I was your secret santa! I’’m terribly sorry that this is so late and that I’m only posting one part of it. I suddenly took ill yesterday and I couldn’t get out of bed, let alone write. I hope you like the story! AUs are not my strong point but I did my best. I’ll try to post the next part as soon as possible.

If Killian is being honest, the whole reason he meets Emma Swan is all because of those damn Pop Tarts.

He doesn’t normally get unholy cravings for junk food at strange hours, but there’s a first for everything, Killian supposes as he enters the grocery store at 9 pm, pulling his beanie down over his eyes self consciously, hoping desperately that he doesn’t get noticed. The last thing he needs is for a line of fans asking for his autograph. And Killian, soft hearted fool that he is, can never bring himself to deny them.

He’s studiously browsing the selection of Pop Tarts like any normal, functioning adult, when someone steps beside him, saying, “I recommend the chocolate ones. They’re pretty damn awesome.”

Killian freezes in place for a moment before turning to look at the owner of the voice. It’s a young woman who looks to be about his age. She’s bloody gorgeous, with her long golden curls and sparkling green eyes. Killian does his best not to stare, feeling heat creep up the back of his neck. She doesn’t seem to recognize who he is, thankfully.

“The chocolate?” he manages to get out, hoping his blush isn’t too obvious. She nods.

“They’re perfect for anyone with a sweet tooth.”

Killian picks up the box and offers her a smile. “Well, thank you for your input, Miss…?”

She smirks and he does his best to look innocent, knowing his attempt to find out her marital status wasn’t exactly subtle. She doesn’t seem offended though, so there’s that.

“Swan. Emma Swan.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you then, Swan.”

Emma grins at his use of her last name and tips her head in a nod, picking up her own box of Pop Tarts and walking away. Killian stares after her for a few moments, a dazed look on his face. He isn’t one to develop schoolboy crushes, especially not at his age but damn.

Emma Swan is truly the loveliest woman he’s met in a while and although he’s only talked to her for about thirty seconds, Killian can’t help but hope he’ll see her again.

When he heads back home, Pop Tarts in tow and sits at his laptop, he can feel the writer’s block that had plagued him for the last couple of days slip away. Killian types away for the next couple of hours before he finally gets up, stretching his limbs, to gorge on the sugary snack that he definitely has no business eating.

(It’s delicious.)

“Henry, I got your snacks,” Emma calls out as she shuts the apartment door behind her. Her twelve year old son is curled up on the couch with a book, other novels of the same series scattered around him. Emma grins when he doesn’t even lift his head, clearly engrossed in what he’s reading.

She clears her throat. “Kid.”

Henry looks up, then. “Oh, hey, mom,” he puts his book down and jumps off the couch to relieve her of the snacks. Emma glances around at the cluttered living room and sighs.

“Let’s clear this mess up and then eat, kid.”

Henry grumbles, but does as she says gathering up his books in his arms to put away. Emma picks up the one he missed, idly flicking open the cover and her jaw drops.

The photo of the author, Killian Jones, is the cute guy she met in the grocery store.

“Oh my god,” Emma mutters. Henry will never let her hear the end of it he gets to know that she ran into his favorite author and didn’t even get him an autograph. In Emma’s defense, he didn’t really look like a bestselling author. Sure, he was ridiculously hot, but in an adorable kind of way, with his rumpled hair sticking out from under his beanie and his bright, absurdly blue eyes. Of course, this explains the deer-in-headlights look on his face when she spoke to him. He was probably afraid of being recognized.

Shaking her head, Emma puts the book down. Really, what were the chances that she ran into a famous author at a grocery store of all places? It sounds absurd and she’s sure that Henry would be skeptical if she told him.

Well, there’s no use dwelling on it.

It’s not like she’s ever going to see the guy ever again.

Between working on his novel and attending fan conventions, Killian barely has any time to think about Emma Swan.

But once everything has settled down and his only real responsibility is finishing the final draft of his book and taking care of himself (he’s incredibly bad at the latter, and he’s sure his brother would give him hell about it if he were here.), Killian finds himself visiting the store where he met Emma more and more, clinging on to a rather pathetic hope of seeing her. He feels like a bloody teenager with a crush and knows he should’ve asked for her number when he met her, but here he is.

And a couple of weeks later, Killian actually does run into her.

It’s not at the grocery store, but in a bookshop run by a dear friend of Killian’s, Belle French. He stops at the counter, chatting with her, when Emma Swan sweeps into the shop past him, her blonde hair swinging over her shoulder.

Killian makes some kind of hasty excuse to Belle and ignoring her knowing smirk, he hurries after Emma.

“Hello, Swan!” Her body stills and when she turns to face him, to Killian’s relief, she at least seems to remember him.

“Oh, hey,” Emma gives him a kind of hesitant smile, fiddling with her bag. “Didn’t expect to run into you here.”

“This happens to be one of my favorite haunts, Swan.”

Emma laughs. “I guess it would be surprising if it weren’t, seeing as you’re a writer and all that.” At his stunned look, she smiles sheepishly. “I didn’t really who you were until I got home and saw my son buried in one of your books.”

“Ah, I see,” Killian chuckles. “It’s rather refreshing to not be recognized, I suppose. You have a son, you said? How old is the lad?”

Emma smiles proudly. “Twelve. His name is Henry. He loves reading, and he loves your books even more. In fact-you’ve got to give me an autograph for him. He’ll be furious if he knows that I met you and I didn’t get him an autograph.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now,” Killian pulls a notepad out of his pocket and grins at her incredulous look. “Writer, love.”

Along with his autograph, Killian leaves a little message for Henry. After a bit of hesitation, he writes his number on another sheet and hands both pages to Emma. She raises a brow at it.

“You’re subtle,” Emma says drily. Killian laughs nervously.

“You can’t blame a man for trying, love.”

“Look-“ Emma hesitates and Killian feels his heart sink. “I’m really not-I’m really not up for dating right now. You’re really sweet, but-“

“That’s alright, love,” Killian interrupts. “I suppose I was too forward, anyhow.”

“No, no,” she reassures him. “You weren’t, I’m just-not ready, I guess.”

Killian nods. “I understand, Swan,” He really does. After he lost his wife, Milah in a car accident, he’d been in a terrible place and it had taken almost five years to even consider dating again. “I would, however, be honored to have the pleasure of your friendship.”

Emma’s eyes widen and she looks rather suspicious. “Really?”

“Really,” Killian confirms. “I may be a bestselling author, but I don’t exactly have a lot of friends, and I’d love to have you as one. I solemnly swear that I will not attempt to woo you-unless you wish for it, of course.” He waggles his eyebrows at her and she rolls her eyes.

“Keep dreaming, buddy,” but she’s smiling, and clutches the papers a little tighter. “But, uh, thanks for the autograph. Henry will be over the moon. Speaking of which-“ she checks her watch. “I’d better pick up Henry’s book for him now if I don’t want to be late for work.”

“Which book?”

“One of yours, actually. The book which was released lately.”

“Ah. Well, I hope he’ll enjoy it,” Killian says. “I must be off, myself. But I trust I’ll hear from you soon?”

Emma laughs and shakes her head. “Sure thing.”

Killian heads home and nothing can take the wide, goofy smile off his face for the rest of the day.

He might not have gotten the right to court Emma yet, but he has gotten her friendship and that in itself is a true gift.

“You met Killian Jones?!” Henry nearly screeches.

Emma smiles at his excitement and holds out the autograph wordlessly. Henry takes it almost reverently, his mouth hanging open as he tries to process the news.

“What was he like?” Henry asks breathlessly.

Oh, you know. Hot, kind of adorable and he sort of asked me out. But none of those are appropriate answers. Emma shrugs in an attempt to be casual. “He was…interesting.”

Henry is no longer listening, too absorbed in the autograph. Emma grins and leaves him to it, shutting herself in her room before she takes out the sheet of paper with Killian’s number on it.

If she’s being honest, the idea of dating him is pretty appealing. He’s cute, funny and clearly interested in her. Emma knows that by societal standards, she’s crazy for saying no. But something about the way she feels drawn to this man and finds herself laughing and smiling in his presence a bit more than usual is dangerous. The last time Emma opened her heart to someone, it backfired in the worst way possible.

She can’t take that risk again.

Killian had taken her by surprise, though. Few of the men who have asked her out over the years were interested in nothing more than getting into her pants. But this man-he took her rejection gracefully and even asked for her friendship, to boot.

Emma hesitates for just a few minutes longer before she messages him.

Hey.

It’s Emma, from the bookstore.

It takes a few more minutes, but he responds.

Hello, love. Good to hear from you.

Emma grins widely at the reply, firmly ignoring the flutter in her chest at being called ‘love’ even over text.

Henry was thrilled with the autograph.

Killian replies immediately.

Glad to hear it! How does he like the new book?

He just started it, which probably means I won’t get a peep out of him till tomorrow morning.

Well, that’s quite flattering. :)

Emma snorts at the message, shaking her head.

Someone’s got a big ego.

Guilty as charged, love.

They text for a while longer, but Emma has to cut the conversation short soon so she can see about getting Henry’s dinner ready. But long after, and through dinner, Killian lingers on her mind.

It’s nice to have a friend. Emma doesn’t have all that many. If she thinks about it, she can only count David, her partner in the BPD and his wife, a sweet school teacher named Mary Margaret. They’re both perfectly lovely and are like the family Emma never had, but she never got along with them as quickly as she is with Killian.

The thought should worry her, but it’s only friendship, so it’s going to be okay, right?

(At least, Emma hopes so. She has a habit of screwing up all her relationships.)

When she’s getting ready for bed, she receives another message from Killian.

You mentioned a job, but I still don’t know what your chosen profession is, Swan.

Emma stifles a laugh at his over-the-top way of asking about her work and replies.

I’m a detective in the BPD.

He sends her a shocked emoji in reply and Emma can’t hold back her laughter this time.

That sounds exciting! Got any intense cop stories for me?

That depends, are you going to be entirely unoriginal and use them in your books?

I would never!

Well then, there was this one time…

When the phone rings, Killian looks up from his computer in interest, hoping it’s Emma and sinks a little in disappointment when he realizes it’s only his editor.

He’s developed a fairly good friendship with Emma over the past week. Their constant texting might be distracting him from his work, but at least he’s finished the final draft of his book, right? They talk about every topic imaginable-from perks and cons of their jobs to their plans for the Christmas holidays-which are three months away. (She’ll be spending the holidays in Boston itself with Henry. Killian will have his brother, Liam and his wife, Elsa, visiting him.)

It’s been a good week.

“Good evening, Tink,” Killian greets his editor. She’s become a close friend over the years and her services as his editor have been invaluable. “Did you read the draft?”

“I did,” Tink says. “And I noticed something pretty interesting.”

Killian frowns and opens up the draft on his laptop. He doesn’t think there is anything particularly extraordinary in it. “What did you notice?”

“It has a bit of an emotional tinge to it,” Tink observes. “Your stories tend to focus more on the plot and as such, but there’s more emphasis on the relationships, this time. Particularly the romantic ones.”

Killian shifts uncomfortably. He has an inkling of why that happened. “Is that a problem?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Tink assures him. “It’s just…did you meet someone recently?”

Killian winces. He’d been dreading this. He loves Tink, he really does, but her love for match making can be…trying, at times.

“Maybe,” He says evasively and then quickly, before she can question him further, “But how was the draft?”

“Good,” Tink says briskly, all business now. “It needs plenty of tweaking, of course, but this has great potential, Killian. It could be your best book yet.”

Killian sags in relief. “That’s good to hear.”

“Mm. Well, I’ve gotta go. I’ll send you my thoughts on it later.”

“Thanks, Tink.”

“No problem.” She hangs up and Killian stares at his phone with a grin, feeling excitement bubble up in him. His best book yet…that certainly sounds promising.

He messages Emma immediately.

Swan!

Her reply comes almost immediately. What?

I have wonderful news. My next book is coming along pretty well.

I’d be concerned if it didn’t. You are a professional writer, after all.

Hush, Swan, why can’t you be as enthused as I am and congratulate me?

And feed your ever growing ego? Perish the thought.

Killian frowns, and calls her.

“Must you be so heartless, Swan?”

“Always,” comes the cheerful reply. “I’m sure you have thousands of fans building up that pride of yours…someone has to bring you back down to earth.”

“I’m starting to rethink my offer of friendship, love.”

Emma laughs and the sound makes his heart jump. “Too late, Jones. You’re already in way too deep.”

“I suppose I am,” Killian mutters with a sigh.

If knowing Emma for but a week already has him blushing like a schoolboy at her calls and having her on his mind all the time, then, he’s bloody well buggered, isn’t he?

It would be so incredibly easy to fall in love with her.

And Killian isn’t sure if he wants to stop himself from doing so.

“Mom, who are you texting?”

Emma freezes guiltily, fingers hovering over her phone. Henry, of course, still has no idea that she’s struck up an unlikely friendship with his favorite author. She knew she had to tell him at some point, but she just couldn’t figure out how.

It seems he’s beat her to it.

“Killian Jones,” she mumbles and Henry’s eyes go wide.

“What?” Before Emma can protest, he snatches the phone out of her hands and stares at the chain of texts in amazement. “Mom! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”

Emma shrugs helplessly and holds out her hand for her phone. Henry gives it back before launching into an interrogation.

“When did this start? Why are you guys texting anyway? Did he tell you anything about his new book?”

Emma patiently answers all these questions as well as she can. At the end of her explanation, Henry’s eyes are shining with excitement and he’s practically bouncing in his seat.

“Mom, you’ve got to invite him over for dinner.”

Emma blinks in surprise. “Henry…” she begins. “He’s a busy man, I don’t think…”

Henry waves his hand impatiently. “He can’t be all that busy if he finds the time to send you funny cat videos, Mom,” Emma blushes at that and Henry continues, oblivious to her embarrassment. “Mr. Jones is my favorite author. It’s not fair that you’re the only one getting to talk to him all the time!”

Realizing that there’s no way Henry’s going to let up on this and having a feeling that Killian would be all too delighted to come over, Emma relents with a sigh. “Fine, kid. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes!” Henry bounds off his chair and hugs her. “You’re the best, Mom!”

Emma smiles and kisses his hair and begins to think that this may not be such a bad idea, after all.

#csss #fanfic #ouat #captain swan #cs fic #cs ff

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catalinda04 · 6 years ago

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Carried Away Chapter 33: Party Preparations

Masterlist

Lucy and Henry enjoyed the beginning of their time alone together. Henry brought Lucy to see all of the sights of London decorated for the holiday, and he accompanied her as she spent hours perusing the book shops of London.

Lucy took most of the day Monday to grade assignments on her laptop, and Henry, wisely, decided to spend that day out with Kal. Lucy wasn’t sure what he did on his day, and when she asked, he was quite cagey with his answers. That evening Lucy and Henry joined Chris Evans, who was in town for the Beckham’s party, and his girlfriend Alicia for dinner. Henry was happy to finally introduce Lucy to his friend, and thought the New Year’s party might be easier for Lucy if she knew someone else there.

Lucy and Henry arrived at the pub after Chris and Alicia. Chris stood when he saw them approach. The two men embraced.

“Henry, this is my girlfriend Alicia. Alicia, Henry Cavill.” Lucy was grateful to see the slightly shocked look in the other woman’s eyes. The rest of her face was a mask of serenity. Henry squeezed her shoulders and kissed her cheek, before he spoke.

“Chris, this is Lucy. Lucy, Chris and Alicia.” Lucy wasn’t sure how to greet them, but Chris solved that by pulling her into a hug.

“It’s great to meet you finally Lucy. I’ve been listening to this guy talk about you since June. This is Alicia.” He turned toward the tall blonde standing next to him. She was a couple of inches taller than Lucy’s own 5’8”. She had her hair pulled into a simple ponytail. She opened her arms to hug Lucy as well.

“It’s nice to meet you Alicia.” Lucy said sincerely, happy to have another woman at the table.

“You too.” She said as they all sat. “I’m glad Chris thought to set this up, we haven’t been to many events together. It will be nice to know someone other than this meatball on Wednesday night.”

“Yes! I was getting nervous about it. I haven’t done any events with Henry yet.” Lucy explained.

“We’d only been together a few months when Chris brought me to the Winter Soldier premiere. I didn’t walk the red carpet, but I was so overwhelmed with the whole event.”

Lucy and Alicia found so much to talk about. Both women were Americans, with “regular” jobs (Alicia was a Nurse Practitioner). They bonded over how to deal with their famous boyfriends, occasionally bringing the men into the conversation. Lucy was having such a great time, she had almost forgotten that the 2 men seated at their table were 2 of the hottest men in film at the moment. That point was brought back into focus when the foursome left the pub. As they were walking down the street a pair of girls recognized Chris, then Henry, and before long Lucy and Alicia were pushed off to the side while the men signed autographs and took pictures.

“Does this happen a lot?” Lucy asked Alicia.

“It depends. Most days it's fine, but sometimes it can be really annoying, especially if he’s not in the mood to deal with it. You just have to remind yourself, it’s part of the job, it’s just part of loving him”

Lucy and Alicia exchanged phone numbers before they all parted, with assurances to see everyone on Wednesday night.

New Year’s eve dawned crisp and sunny. Lucy and Henry lazed the morning away, Lucy read a book, with her head in Henry’s lap; Henry watched some sporting event on the telly, while he absent mindedly ran his fingers through Lucy’s hair. Around 1:00 Henry announced that Lucy should get dressed.

“Why? Am I going somewhere? Is someone coming over, that I need to look presentable for?” She asked looking down at her leggings under Henry’s t-shirt that she had claimed as her own.

“No, no one is coming, but your appointment is at 2:00, and you won’t want to miss it. Your cab will be here in 45 minutes.”

“My appointment? Where am I going.” Lucy asked confused.

“The hair stylist. I’ve made you an appointment to have your hair styled, and they will apply make-up for you as well, if you want them to.” Henry explained.

“Oh, Henry. That’s so sweet.” She said before kissing him deeply.

“Before I take too much of the credit, it wasn’t my idea. Victoria suggested you might like the star treatment before the party tonight. I simply made the appointments where and when she told me to. And it’s all paid for, so all you have to do is enjoy yourself.”

“But you did as you were told, like a good boy.” She said pinching his face in her hand. “Then I guess I had better get moving.”

A cab arrived and whisked Lucy to a posh salon and spa.

“Good afternoon, can I help you mum?” The young girl behind the desk asked.

“I have an appointment.” Lucy said tentatively, giving her name.

“Miss Claussen, welcome. We have you booked for several treatments today. If you’d follow me, I can show you where you can change.”

“Change? Aren’t I just getting my hair styled?”

“It says here you’re scheduled for a massage, face mask, manicure and pedicure, hair style and make-up.” The girl said, reading from her computer screen.

“Wow, when he said star treatment, he meant star treatment.” Lucy murmured as she followed the girl to a small room, where she changed into a fluffy white robe.

“You can leave your belongings here.” The girl who came to collect Lucy said. Lucy was led to a dimly lit room, which smelled of vanilla. Lucy spent the next hour having every bit of stress rubbed from her body. When she was fully relaxed and bundled back into her robe, she was led to a chair where her face was smeared with a purple mask, advertized to moisturize her skin. While the mask went to work, 1 woman worked on her hands while another worked on her feet. Lucy had never felt more pampered. Once the mask had finished its job, and french tips had been painted on both her hands and feet, Lucy was directed to dress again before being shown to a styling chair.

She was greeted by a handsome olive complexioned man, with black curly hair. “Lucy? I’m Antonio. I’ll be styling your hair today. What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t really have anything specific in mind, but my boyfriend gave me a dazzling pair of earrings to wear tonight, so I’d like to have it pulled back enough to show them at least.”

“Do we want it up then?” He asked piling her hair on top of her head.

“Ummm, maybe not all the way up. I’m sorry, I’m not really being much help here. I’m putting myself in your hands. Make me look gorgeous.” She smiled at the man in the mirror.

“I will do my best.” And he began twisting her hair in a set of hot rollers. “So tell me, how did you come to be in my chair today? You’re obviously not from around here.”

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.” She laughed “Actually, my boyfriend lives here. We’re going to a party tonight, apparently it’s black tie.”

“And he arranged this whole afternoon for you? He sounds like a keeper.”

“Don’t I know it.” Lucy agreed.

“You have gorgeous hair. It’s so thick and healthy.” Antonio commented running his fingers through the curls he’d just created.

“It also doesn’t hold a curl to save my life, so when you’re done, glue it in place if you need to.”

“Duly noted.” Lucy and Antonio chatted while he curled and pinned and sprayed her hair. When he was done, Lucy was amazed at the results. A mass of soft waves spilled over one shoulder, pinned back just enough to showcase the earrings that would grace her ears in a short while. She looked elegant and sophisticated; two adjectives she had never used to describe herself.

“Antonio, you’re amazing. Thank you.” She exclaimed meeting his eyes in the mirror.

“Thank you. Now go over there, and get some makeup to match this spectacular hair.”

Lucy stood and was met almost instantly by a tall willowy woman with short chestnut hair. “Lucy? I’m Sandra. I’ll be applying your make-up this afternoon.”

She brought Lucy to a chair identical to Antonio’s. “So, what kind of look are we going for? Natural? Glam?”

“Um, I’m not sure, just make me look as beautiful as you can. I know you’re not starting with the best canvas, but please do your best.”

“Honey, you have beautiful skin, that’s always the best canvas to start with. The rest can be faked with makeup. That’s my job.”

“Then do what you have to do to make me gorgeous but chic. I’m at your mercy.”

“Adventurous, I like it. Let’s get started.” Sandra applied creams and lotions and sprayed a number of products on Lucy’s face. She was astounded that none of it felt heavy on her skin. When she was finished, Sandra spun Lucy around to see the finished product.

“OH! Oh, my. Is that me? I barely look like me. How did you get my face so thin?” Lucy asked, turning her face to see both sides.

“That’s the contouring honey. Takes a bit of time, but look at the results.”

“I barely look like I’m wearing anything! I look beautiful. You made me beautiful.” Lucy awed at her reflection, tears pooling in her eyes.

“No! No crying. You cry, it will ruin everything and we’ll have to start over, and I don’t have time for that.” Sandra said sternly.

“Ok, no crying. Thank you Sandra.” Lucy said wrapping her in a hug.

“What are you doing?” Sandra asked.

“I’m from Minnesota, this is how we show our thanks. When I remember this night, you’ll be a huge part of it. Thank you again.”

“Go. Now. Before you make me cry.” Sandra pointed at the door.

Lucy laughed and returned to the reception desk.

“You look gorgeous. How are you feeling?” The girl who greeted her asked.

“Thank you. I feel amazing. Could you call a cab for me please?”

“I would mum, but I believe there is a driver here to collect you.” She said signalling to a man in the waiting area.

“Miss Claussen? Mr. Cavill has sent me to collect you, if you’re ready.”

“Yes, I am thank you.” She replied, following the man out to a waiting black tow car.

Lucy let herself into Henry’s house and was greeted by Kal, who came to investigate.

“Hi, boy. Thank you for not running me over.” She said rubbing the dog’s ears.

“Love, is that you?” She heard Henry call from somewhere in the house.

“Who else would it be?” She called back. “Where are you?”

“In the bedroom.” came his response.

Lucy followed his voice up the stairs, and stopped dead at the bedroom door. Henry turned at the sound of her approach. In jeans and a t-shirt, the man was gorgeous, in a suit, he could stop her heart, but in a tuxedo, her legs went weak.

Henry turned to find Lucy leaning on the door frame. His face split into a smile. He always thought she was beautiful, but tonight, even in her jeans and sweater, she was gorgeous. He saw her face freeze in a half smile.

“What’s wrong?” Henry asked, suddenly concerned.

“You should have warned me you were in your tux already. A gal needs some time to prepare for that.” She said fanning herself.

“You don’t look half bad yourself. Why don’t you go put your dress on. We’ve reservations for dinner in 45 minutes.” He watched as Lucy walked to the closet to put on the dress he’d arranged for her. He knew she felt uncomfortable about him spending money on her, but it gave him such joy, he did it anyway.

She exited the closet several minutes later, wearing the dress, carrying her shoes, and fiddling with one of her earrings. She stopped by the bed and dropped the shoes. Resting one foot on the bed, she lifted the hem of her dress, pulling it up almost to her waist to fiddle with the top of her stocking, showing Henry the lace band holding it in place. Henry thought he might explode at that very moment. She sat on the bed to slip into the shoes; a very sexy pair of silver heels with a strap that wrapped around her ankle.

Lucy stood. “What do you think?” She asked. He saw her motion to bite her lip, but stopped herself, probably in an effort to not smudge her lipstick.

“You’re almost perfect.” Henry replied.

“Almost?” Lucy asked incredulously, lifting one eyebrow in question.

“Almost. I know I gave you the earrings to wear with the dress, but now I’m not sure. It’s missing something.” He said, retrieving a flat, square velvet box from atop the dresser. “I noticed it when you tried the dress on the other day, That dress needs a necklace.” He explained, handing her the box.

She opened it with a gasp. “Oh, Henry, you shouldn’t have! It’s too much.” Lucy protested.

Henry lifted the delicate chain from the box. On it hung a large teardrop white opal, encircled by diamonds. While it didn’t match the earrings exactly, they were identifiably part of the same collection. Henry stepped around behind Lucy and slipped the necklace around her neck before fastening the clasp, and kissing the nape of her neck. He spun her around, and held her at an arm’s length. “It’s just enough. Now you’re perfect.” He said, drawing her in for a kiss.

“Henry.” Lucy said dreamily. “It’s too much, the dress, and the shoes, and the jewelry, and the spa day. I can’t ever repay you.”

“I don’t want you to repay me. I enjoy doing these things for you, so let me do them.”

She gave him an exasperated look. “Thank you. I feel beautiful.”

“You look beautiful. You’ll be the most beautiful woman at the party tonight.” He said, taking her hand as they walked down the stairs. She laughed.

“Have you been drinking? I won’t even make the top 10 of most beautiful women tonight. I don’t know who else is invited, but I know Victoria is going to be there.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that. That’s the woman I love you’re talking about. I wish you could see yourself as I see you; a beautiful, confident, sexy woman. The woman who holds my heart.” He said looking into her eyes, he raised their joined hands to his lips. “And tonight especially, you sparkle. I picked those earrings because they reminded me of the sparkle I saw in your eyes at our first dinner.” Henry explained shrugging into his coat, before taking Lucy’s to help her into it.

“That wasn’t a sparkle. I was hammered.” Lucy said, buttoning her coat.

“What?” Henry asked, opening the door, and ushering Lucy out.

“You remember, I called Sarah, when I got back to the hotel after coffee. I was a bit nervous about the prospect of having dinner with you. She suggested I have a drink, to calm myself down. I was really nervous, so I had two.” Lucy said sliding into the waiting car. “Two large drinks.”

“So that confidence you had at dinner?”

“Was actually vodka.” she laughed.

“It worked out ok in the end though.” Henry replied, slipping his arm around her, while she rested her head against his shoulder.

Chapter 32

Chapter 34

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill Fanfic #Henry Cavill fan fic #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill fan fiction #Carried Away

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im-abanana · 7 years ago

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-The Demon and The Angel- ch.2

A friendo requested a “Date” Bendy x Alice one-shot, and so I did it. Well, at least I tried. It’s not much, school and cold weather is killing me, but here you go. Hope you’ll like it, the next one will come out sooner.

Summary: Being lost with someone you barely stand in a foreign city, sometimes, is not that bad at all.

AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12736851/chapters/29426634

-Date-

Morning, 11:50 a.m.

“It's official, we're lost.” Alice panted loudly as a thick layer of sweat was starting to drip from her flushed forehead and cheeks, promptly drying those parts with the palm of her left hand and burning Bendy alive with a sharp and homicidal gaze. The midday sun was proudly high in the beautiful blue sky, and the fallen angel realized that the summer in Italy was maybe a little bit hotter than she expected. Alright, a lot hotter, actually. “This is all your fault, you stupid short devil! What were you thinking, walking away from the whole group like that and doing crap? And of course, I'm the one who always has to pick up the pieces when you, Edgar, Charley and Barley fuck things up!” the black haired girl yelled in pure rage in the middle of the cheering crowd, cracking her pale knuckles and grunting out at her partner, aggressively. “We don't even have a phone with us! What do we do now, genius?”.

Life was like that sometimes, just twenty minutes ago they were calmly hanging around with Boris and The Butcher Gang, lazily and freely visiting Venice with their best friends, and now the two mismatched friends/enemies were lost in a foreign city without a clue to what was happening or where they needed to go. Well, at least Alice didn't, because Bendy definitely looked a lot more relaxed and even a bit thrilled about their little “adventure” in Italy.

“Don't ruffle your feathers, sweetie! Joey and Henry gave us a whole day off, the meeting point is in front of that hotel of ours, tonight at 9:30 p.m.! Remember?” the dancing demon distractedly replied while signing countless autographs for his beloved fans and taking lots of photos with them, adults and children, waving and yelling happily all around him. “Relax, I got this.”.

“You got nothing at all, Bendy! Do you realize that this is not a good situation, that this is not what I usually call under control? How can you be so calm and careless? We're alone, the others are probably worried sick about us, plus The Butcher Gang is surely bullying and pushing around Boris as we speak! That poor guy is just so sensitive...” the angelic creature frowned deeply and tried to be as rational as she could, tilting her head and looking around with attention, hoping to find their lost group; unluckily, no one was in sight. “Instead of signing those stupid autographs of yours, take responsibility and help me!”.

“Listen baby girl, Boris is a tall, grown-up wolf and it's about time he starts to behave like one. The Butcher Gang is just a bunch of untalented idiots who don't respect my undisputed authority as star of the show and toons' boss, but they're not my main problem right now and I'm actually glad I left them behind.” the little demon fixed his elegant black jacket with pride and care, walking next to his severe dancing partner with crossed arms and an evidently bored expression. “But alright woman, if helping you means that I won't hear your irritating voice whining and complaining all day long, let's just do th-.”.

Alice didn't even give Bendy the time to finish the phrase: she forcefully grabbed his waist with both hands, lifted him up and abruptly threw him inside a nearby dumpster, getting his round head stuck in the metallic hole and walking away with rare dignity and grace. “There you go, my dear. My irritating voice won't bother you anymore. Bye bye, Bendy.”.

“T-that's not what I wanted! Alice, I was just kiddin'! Toots, com'on!” the short demon squirmed wildly between the smelly trash and desperately tried to break free from that disgusting prison, hearing the fallen angel's footsteps slowly fading. “No! Come back here, Angel Cake! You can't just leave me here! ALICE! SOMEBODY HEEEEEEEEEEELP!”.

Afternoon, 1:45 p.m.

“I can't believe you threw me and left me in a fuckin', filthy dumpster! It was... simply disgusting, Alice! How could you do that!?” Bendy yelled in pure rage as he removed and tossed his dirty and smelly jacket away, washing his whole body in a small fountain situated in the middle of a square, under the other cartoon's sly and very amused eyes. The demonic character could hear the kids, the teenagers and the adults laughing behind his shoulders, and that didn't please him. “This is so humiliating... Stop laughing, for Satan's sake!”.

“Well, you started it and deserved it. Next time, don't turn against someone who's twice your size.” Alice snickered evilly and joked, sitting down beside the devil and staring at her dancing partner washing his black and exposed upper half. “Look at the bright side, at least now you can show off your chest!”.

“Shut up, Alice.” came as a grumpy reply from the dripping star of the show, that jumped down the cold pool of water when he was done cleaning, his bristly dark hair covering his forehead and contorted orbs. Violently moving his body side to side, the demon shook off the freezing water, making sure that the fallen angel was near enough to be hit by those tiny, stinging drops of liquid.

“Are you happy now, Bendy?” the young and mature woman questioned with a vexed huff, trying to ignore the devil's childish payback and calmly getting up as well, meticulously fixing her dress. The sun was literally burning them both alive, and staying focused was becoming pretty hard. “If so, you can help me find the others. Or don't, that's fine by me, but you'll stay here alone.”.

“Fine, fine, I'll come with you, tiger... just slow down a bit, my legs are shorter than yours.” Bendy gave up, groaned out and rapidly followed the assertive girl without another word, sighing out deeply with crossed arms and clear resignation. “I get the <Every rose has its thorns.> shit, but sometimes this girl looks like a freakin' cactus...” he lowly whispered to himself, pouting.

“Did you say something?”.

“Not at all, beautiful!”.

Evening, 6:30 p.m.

“You want some ice-cream, Bendy? I bought some for both of us, but now we're officially out of money.” Alice's sweet voice caught Bendy's attention as the beautiful and kind girl bent over and handed him a vanilla ice cream, probably to finally satisfy their impelling hunger, thirst and desire for needed fresh air. The angel held another cone for herself, and walked in the narrow streets with her trusted partner by her side. “It's very hot outside despite it's almost night. I guessed you'd be pretty hungry too, at this point. We've walked all day...”.

“Yeah, I'm totally starving! Thanks for the snack, toots!” the little demon nodded promptly with a worn out grin, reaching for the refreshing ice-cream cone and grabbing it with both hands, his long tail whipping the boiling air in joy and relief as he licked the freezing food and ate it within a second. “Yup, I agree, it's definitely too hot out here, somehow I prefer America, you know.” he simply admitted, cracking his sore bones and licking his wet lips, literally eager to tell her the fantastic news. “But once again, your boss Bendy took care of everything, babe! Since we're both hungry as pissed lions, I have a wonderful solution for the evening! Can you see that lovely restaurant over there?”.

“... do I really have to remind you that we're broke? I'm not really into stealing food like some kind of animal, demon. Good luck, devil.” the fallen angel lifted an eyebrow with an evidently skeptical expression, staring at the beautiful place by the stunning lagoon: elegant wooden tables, refined velvet seats, candlelight, gourmet food, fancy curtains... yes, that was definitely too much for them. “Not to mention that it looks horribly expensive. Too expensive.”.

“And what if I told you that I spoke with the owner a few minutes ago?” the little devil winked with irrepressible pride, lazily leaning against a metallic pole and showing a smug face as a young waiter approached them with a friendly smile. “And that he said he would be delighted to invite and host two famous and talented stars like us in his restaurant, for free?”.

“You didn't.”.

“Oh toots, looks like I did.”.

“Bendy, are you serious right now? If Joey could see what we're doing here, he would be so mad at us!” Alice silently scolded the dancing cartoon as the kind waiter guided them inside that luxurious place, offering them the best place to sit and the extensive menus, bringing a bottle of wine along. “He always says that we must not use our popularity for our own benefits, remember?”.

“But Joey isn't here to spoil our nice evening now, is he? There's just you and me, this will be our little secret. It's not the first time I do this, and it won't be the last.” Bendy replied with a shrug and slyly cupped her hand in his bigger and gloved one, his impudent and flirty moves making the black haired angel growl out in pure frustration and roll her eyes. “Com'on Angel Cake, have some fun and smile! Stop worrying so much about everything and enjoy this meal with me, ok? The view is amazing and the place is cool enough, right?”.

“You didn't have to pick such renowned restaurant...” the girl mumbled under her breath, looking all around herself and appearing even a little uncomfortable, blushing heavily as she spotted the other women's and men's expensive dresses and suits. “We don't belong here: look at them, and then look at us.”.

“We do belong here, Alice. Don't ever think otherwise, no matter what. Besides...” the elegant demon shook his head and grinned, sitting up straight and romantically kissing the back of her smooth hand. “... for my lady, only the best of the best.”.

Night, 9:00 p.m.

“See, Angel Cake? I told you everything was gonna be just fine: here we are, safe and sound and even early, 9:00 p.m., in front of our hotel... I'm totally exhausted.” Bendy kindly mumbled with a small grin as he heavily sat down on that rough bank in front of the fancy building, nervously scratching his bristly nape while staring at the beautiful sunset with his pitch black eyes, sighing out deeply and feeling dead tired. After all that walking and wandering around that big city without a clue, his feet and back were starting to complain, but finally being allowed to rest in front of such a stunning scenario repaid their previous efforts. “But this magnificent view of the Venice lagoon surely is worth the fatigue.”.

“Now I realize that Joey and Henry weren't lying about Italy and its amazing landscape. Can you imagine anything more breathtaking and beautiful than this?” Alice gasped in pure emotion and admiration, sitting up straight and shutting her sparkling orbs as the reddish and pinkish rays of sunlight caressed her face and warmed her sore limbs, and a gentle breeze moved her long and dark hair. All around the mismatched and awkward duo, dozens of young and old couples mimicked their romantic idea, just lying together and watching the multicolored sky slowly turning bluish, one the majestic spectacles of Mother Nature, hand in hand, head lazily resting on the partner's comfortable shoulder.

“Yes.” the little demon replied to the girl's question without a single doubt, forgetting about the twilight for a moment and staring directly at the elegant angel, as three little, black and inky hearts were gently floating in the air. “I can.”. Realizing what he just did and meeting her confused and surprised gaze a second after, the short demon rapidly turned his head once more and stuttered out a few incoherent phrases: “I-I mean, umh... I'll admit that you're not so boring, Angel Face. All in all, it was a pretty nice afternoon, in my opinion.”.

“Well, except the part when we got completely lost, when you threw me into a canal with a shove and when I tried to drown you under that little bridge, I agree. It was a nice afternoon.” the fallen cartoon recalled with an amused smile and merrily giggled, crossing her pale arms after ruffling his tiny friend's messy hair with slight affection and care, hearing him groaning. “You won, dancing devil: you're not so intolerable or unprepared. I had fun with you today, and I'm sincere this time. We should hang out more often, you know.”.

“You mean t-the two of us, together?”.

“Who else? Of course, I'd happily hang out with Boris too because he's a dear friend of mine as well, but do you really think I'd do that with The Butcher Gang? Nah. Absolutely not, to be honest I'd rather spend a whole day working on a desk, organizing the next performance with Joey and Henry, than keeping an eye on that trio.” Alice explained with great patience and a small shrug, rolling her bigger eyes as she thought about Charley, Edgar and Barley. Those fuckers, those disgusting criminals... “Anyway, I'm glad I got lost with you today, Bendy. Thanks for this... umh... let's call it a date, I guess.” she concluded with a sweet laugh and then got back to staring at the burning sun disappearing and the silvery moon rising, lying a little against her talented partner and feeling the demon uncertainly doing the same, gulping loudly and blushing. “Whatever it was, I liked it a lot: you have my heartfelt thanks.”.

“Anytime, toots.” Bendy grinned and felt his long and pointy tail involuntarily wagging in pure joy, behind them the flexible appendage formed a giant heart with its narrow extremity. “Anytime.”.

#bendy x alice #fanfiction #the demon and the angel #fluff #comedy #benlice #belice #bendy and the ink machine #batim #one shot

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frederickwiddowson · 5 years ago

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The writings of Luke the physician starting with his version of the gospel - Luke 3:21-38 comments: Jesus is baptized

Luke 3:21 ¶ Now when all the people were baptized, it came to pass, that Jesus also being baptized, and praying, the heaven was opened, 22 And the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased. 23 And Jesus himself began to be about thirty years of age, being (as was supposed) the son of Joseph, which was the son of Heli, 24 Which was the son of Matthat, which was the son of Levi, which was the son of Melchi, which was the son of Janna, which was the son of Joseph, 25 Which was the son of Mattathias, which was the son of Amos, which was the son of Naum, which was the son of Esli, which was the son of Nagge, 26 Which was the son of Maath, which was the son of Mattathias, which was the son of Semei, which was the son of Joseph, which was the son of Juda, 27 Which was the son of Joanna, which was the son of Rhesa, which was the son of Zorobabel, which was the son of Salathiel, which was the son of Neri, 28 Which was the son of Melchi, which was the son of Addi, which was the son of Cosam, which was the son of Elmodam, which was the son of Er, 29 Which was the son of Jose, which was the son of Eliezer, which was the son of Jorim, which was the son of Matthat, which was the son of Levi, 30 Which was the son of Simeon, which was the son of Juda, which was the son of Joseph, which was the son of Jonan, which was the son of Eliakim, 31 Which was the son of Melea, which was the son of Menan, which was the son of Mattatha, which was the son of Nathan, which was the son of David, 32 Which was the son of Jesse, which was the son of Obed, which was the son of Booz, which was the son of Salmon, which was the son of Naasson, 33 Which was the son of Aminadab, which was the son of Aram, which was the son of Esrom, which was the son of Phares, which was the son of Juda, 34 Which was the son of Jacob, which was the son of Isaac, which was the son of Abraham, which was the son of Thara, which was the son of Nachor, 35 Which was the son of Saruch, which was the son of Ragau, which was the son of Phalec, which was the son of Heber, which was the son of Sala, 36 Which was the son of Cainan, which was the son of Arphaxad, which was the son of Sem, which was the son of Noe, which was the son of Lamech, 37 Which was the son of Mathusala, which was the son of Enoch, which was the son of Jared, which was the son of Maleleel, which was the son of Cainan, 38 Which was the son of Enos, which was the son of Seth, which was the son of Adam, which was the son of God.

The baptism of John the Baptist was one of national repentance for the Jews. Note the parallel when Peter called the Jews to regret what they had done to their Messiah in Acts, chapter 2. So, why was Jesus baptized?

Matthew 3:13 ¶ Then cometh Jesus from Galilee to Jordan unto John, to be baptized of him. 14 But John forbad him, saying, I have need to be baptized of thee, and comest thou to me? 15 And Jesus answering said unto him, Suffer it to be so now: for thus it becometh us to fulfil all righteousness. Then he suffered him.

Jesus is the Lamb of God, the ultimate sacrifice for sin.

John 1:29 The next day John seeth Jesus coming unto him, and saith, Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.

He is our High Priest as spoken of throughout Hebrews and the Aaronic priesthood was washed in Exodus 29 as a part of their consecration. Also, by submitting to John’s baptism He was identifying Himself with the Jewish people as their Messiah. Although He needed no repentance from sin He suffered the ritual to fulfill righteousness, setting in motion His ministry as part of God’s plan of reconciling mankind to Himself becoming not only our High Priest but our sacrifice for sin.

Here we have the three parts of God in one text with the Holy Ghost descending on Christ like a dove (it doesn’t say it was a dove) and then God the Father speaking. Jesus was about 30 years old as mentioned in Numbers 4, the age of service to God.

It is commonly noted that Luke’s genealogy starts with Mary and Joseph, as the text says, was presumed to be Jesus father in the sense of the world. Her genealogy goes backwards all the way to Adam connecting Christ with Adam as the Saviour of all mankind. Matthew’s genealogy would then be Joseph’s genealogy, from Abraham, the first Hebrew, to Joseph connecting Jesus under the Law as the Saviour of the Jewish people specifically. Joseph adopting Jesus as his son would with full rights of being a legal heir would give this perfect meaning. Both Joseph and Mary come from the line of David but through a different son of David; Mary through Nathan and Joseph through Solomon. Paul said to his young proteges, Timothy and Titus.

1Timothy 1:4 Neither give heed to fables and endless genealogies, which minister questions, rather than godly edifying which is in faith: so do.

Titus 3:9 But avoid foolish questions, and genealogies, and contentions, and strivings about the law; for they are unprofitable and vain.

So, I will leave discussions about seeming conflicts in the genealogies in Matthew and Luke to expert commentators and Bible students like Matthew Henry and Peter Ruckman as we could endlessly discuss possibilities for things like why Cainan is inserted where he is here. I’m not saying that any Bible study is not important. This would be a fascinating study all by itself worthy of a book long dissertation, but I don’t feel it has a place here other than to say that we must ask two questions; why was it written and why was it preserved?

The argument that Luke got his genealogy from the mythological Septuagint, supernaturally translated from Hebrew into Greek at the behest of an Egyptian king is absurd. The only physical evidence for any BC Septuagint is a fraudulent “Letter of Aristeas”, a mention by a Jew steeped in Greek philosophy named Philo, and Origen’s Hexapla in the early third century. The name Septuagint wasn’t given to it until the fifth century and it is often conflated by most people with other Greek translations of the Hebrew Bible with which it has no connection. There is no real evidence for this Septuagint to exist until the after the Bible was published in the Old Latin in the second century, translated from various common, called Vulgate meaning the vernacular language of the people, Greek versions and the Hebrew. H.C. Hoskier, early twentieth century Bible scholar, pointed out how the Bible was translated back and forth between Latin, Greek, and other languages in the era of Christ and the Apostles and their disciples.

The Bible is not only given by inspiration, which does not mean word-for-word dictation but wisdom and understanding…

Job 32:8 But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.

2Timothy 3:16a All scripture is given by inspiration of God…

2Peter 3:15 And account that the longsuffering of our Lord is salvation; even as our beloved brother Paul also according to the wisdom given unto him hath written unto you;

…but it was preserved through the centuries of usage.

Psalm 12:6 The words of the LORD are pure words: as silver tried in a furnace of earth, purified seven times. 7 Thou shalt keep them, O LORD, thou shalt preserve them from this generation for ever.

So, were there two Cainans with one omitted in the Old Testament genealogy of Genesis? I don’t know and neither does anyone else on earth. But while this genealogical issue is very intriguing I intend to move on. We have issues like this because modern man wants to read the Bible like a textbook or the instructions for his or her computer rather than a conversation with God. For those of us, like myself, who believe in Biblical inspiration, not just in the original autographs but in copies and translations if God’s hand was on them…

Jeremiah 36:32 Then took Jeremiah another roll, and gave it to Baruch the scribe, the son of Neriah; who wrote therein from the mouth of Jeremiah all the words of the book which Jehoiakim king of Judah had burned in the fire: and there were added besides unto them many like words.

…I realize there must be a reason for the insertion of this Cainan here as well as other minor issues, worthy of discussion in another venue.

One thing to note is the reference here to Adam as the son, small ‘s’, of God. It is important to note the different meaning of the phrases Son, large ‘S’, of God and son, small ‘s’, of God. Son of God refers to God in the flesh, walking on the earth, the Lord Jesus Christ. But son of God refers to those beings both spiritual and human who are directly created by God either here as in the first creation or in the following regarding the new birth, being born again.

John 1:12 But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name: 13 Which were born, not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God.

This act of God is referenced in the Psalm that Jesus quoted part of the first verse of from the Cross to direct us to it.

Psalm 22: 1 ¶ « To the chief Musician upon Aijeleth Shahar, A Psalm of David. » My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?...30 A seed shall serve him; it shall be accounted to the Lord for a generation.

Matthew 27:46 And about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani? that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

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