#Becky could still be an photographer and come with a camera

[magpiemagica]

Now that modern Barbie has a wheelchair friendly dollhouse, I really want the media to reintroduce Becky 😭. She could be a redhead with freckles as a reference to LITD Midge❤️.

I know that Barbie already has a shit ton of friends but one more character couldn’t hurt, especially if she fills a much needed niche (named disabled dolls).

[corancoranthemagicalman]

Saw a Dean Smith post and had to go off.

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Dean Smith is a simple man. An average man. He orders salads from the cafe down the street. Talks to the other people on his floor when he steps out for his coffee. Has a unicorn laugh that errupts from his office on occasion. He’s sociable, competent, and attractive. There’s only one problem all the single women on the floor have with him.

His wife.

The elusive Mrs. Smith—to the office’s knowledge—is a secretary. They met in a smaller office in a smaller town. When they moved to the city, Dean got the job in Sales here at Sandover. The Mrs. Smith has a secretorial position for some small business that Dean isn’t particularly fond of. What—or rather who—Dean is terribly fond of is his wife. It puts a damper on prospecting flirtations.

He’s whipped. He blushes speaking about the better half. He keeps his personal life personal, but he can’t help but to gush about her garden. Speak for minutes on end about her hobbies and beeboxes. She’s terrible and terribly good for him in one fell swoop, all of Sandover collectively agrees. Even if it breaks a few hearts.

It all started when Sharon from Accounting ran into him at the coffeemaker in the break room.

Rumors over at the water cooler say that Sharon had asked Dean what his opinions were on some new paranormal show that her husband is obsessed with. Sam Wesson, a large man for an IT nerd, had suggested documentaries to her. Sharon had appreciated that, as it gave her some attempt to understand her husband’s newfound hobby.

Anyway, Sharon ended up asking Dean about said paranormal show to which Dean replied with a scoffed laugh.

“Ghosts?” He had reportedly chuckled. “I don’t believe in ghosts.” And that’s quoting Sharon from Accounting. If you believe that.

So Mark from Sales who is friends with Maria from Accounting who is in the cubicle next to Sharon asked Dean if he believed in aliens.

“Aliens I believe in,” he allegedly nodded. “We don’t know what’s out there. We do know what’s here, and it’s not ghosts.”

Sam Wesson from IT vehemently disagreed, but such is his way. He’s eccentric and weird.

Then Mark told Carol who told Beck who told Raj who told Ramona that Dean Smith didn’t beleive in ghosts. This would have been an unremarkable gossip circle except that Ramona works in HR, so when the office was planning on throwing Dean Smith, head of Sales, a party, Ramona decided a ghost themed party would be a gag.

It was a gag. It ran over smoothly, of course, and everyone was graced with a unicorn laugh.

“Cas is gonna get a kick out of this,” he reportedly chuckled, holding one of the paper ghosts Becky—also from HR—painstakingly cut. The person next to him was Rufus, an older fellow who has a good comradery with Dean even as much as they butt heads.

“Does Cas believe in ghosts?” Jillian asked the important follow up question.

“Believe?” Dean reportedly grinned. “Cas works for those uh—what are there names. Phantom Chasers.” He snapped his hands, trying recall the name.

Sam Wesson from IT piped up. “Ghostfacers?”

Dean pointed at the gargatuan IT. “Yeah, those guys!” He shook his head. “Cas could’ve got a position at any place, but they were hiring. Says the work ain’t too bad, and the pay might not be too cushy, but it’s better than the last place Cas was pushin’ pencils for.”

There was a sageful nod of apprecation at that. Sandover is not many people’s first stop. The office knows how awful the mountains of paperwork and corporte ladders can be. Dean seems to live comfortably, and seems to make sure Cas—because that’s what Mrs. Smith’s name is—is comfortable too. They went to the fancy lobster place three blocks over for their anniversary.

And the office only knows pieces. Knows that Bobby Smith is Dean’s father. That he was more of a father than Cas’ birth father—some man named Chuck. That Dean’s sister Jo adores Cas—but who doesn’t? Dean often says. It’s an endearing picture, even if after the Ghost Party things get... strange.

“Cas came home with ectoplasm.” He allegedly scoffed. “Do you know how much of a bitch ectoplasm is to get out of dress pants? Because now, apparently, I do.”

And the office can’t tell if Dean believes now or takes her excuses, but now Sam Wesson and Dean Smith talk in the elevator and Sharon talks to Dean about that paranormal show in the break room.

It comes to a head though after the third suicide in the office.

Everyone is on edge. It’s terrifying. The sales were great! The benefits... alright. Definitely not enough for this mass suicide that seems to be plaguing the office suddenly. 

“Listen, it’s...” Dean’s sigh could be heard from outside of his office. “Can you just come see if it’s a ghost or not?” He reportedly begged.

Obviously, no one could hear the other end of the conversation, but they could hear the exasperated and fond, “love you, dear” that followed—even if they were pressed up against the closed office door to hear it. At least that’s what the reports say.

That’s how the Ghostfacers, Ed and Harry and Co, end up storming Sandover. They’re gangly and awkward, but they seem to know what they’re doing. Sandover be damned, but it is a ghost. They come walking out with a steaming trap and the promise to dispose of it.

“If they knew who the, er, guy was they’d be able to smoke him or something,” Dean explained awkwardly to Danny from Marketing, according to reports. “But since they don’t they just... trap them. That’s how Cas explained it.”

Sam Wesson from IT seemed more interersted than Danny. Even if the goliath was cradling his injured arm. Beck reported that Sam and Dean had swooped in to save Danny at the last moment. Danny was just pale and shaking from his near encounter with said ghost in the face of Dean’s reassurances.

“You’re not getting a disounct, Smith, just ‘cause you’re married into the family.” Ed, the one not holding the smoking trap, spoke.

Dean furrowed his brow. “Family?” He asked in disbelief.

“The Ghostfacers family,” Harry, the one with the trap, nodded. “Cas is a part of the Ghostfacers family. But you don’t get a family discount.” He turned to one of their crew cameras. “We don’t do family discounts.”

Ed hissed, blocking the camera’s view of Harry before he turned back to Dean. “But! Since we’re so nice, we’ll discount the disposal fee.”

“So you... will do a family discount?” Sam Wesson from IT questioned, eyeing the cameras cautiously. Like a moose out in the wild afraid of photographers. This is how the reports recorded it.

“No,” Ed huffed. “But Cas said you make a mean BBQ. And we do trades.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “Real nice. Thanks.”

The doors to the office floor opened and a man with round glasses, soft and dark hair, and worried eyes made a dramatic entrance on to the scene. “Dean?”

Then tension in Dean’s shoulders eased, and the Mrs. Smith smile stretched across his face. This is based on the reports of Raj who is completely unbiased to the phenomena of Dean’s Mrs. Smith smile. “Cas,” he let out in a breath, taking his hand away from his forehead where he was pressing gauze into his wound.

Dean Smith and Sam Wesson were, apparently, brazenly brave and exceedingly difficult to work with—according to the Ghostfacers. They were, however, efficient with iron.

The man—Cas—as the office will later recount, sighed with relief as he neared Dean. He rested his hand on Dean’s shoulder, checking the forehead wound with his opposite hand.

“Maggie’s report back to the office said civilian casualities minimal,” Cas—Cas?!—explained. “That usually means someone tried doing something stupid.”

“So you just assumed it was me?” Dean huffed, still wearing his Mrs—Mr—Smith smile.

Cas gave his version of the Mr. Smith smile. Something a bit smaller on his lips but dragging at his eyes. “It usually is,” he spoke fondly, intimately. The office doesn’t talk much about what happened next. Most folk, the decent ones, gave the whispered confessions the privacy they deserved.

At the next office party, since Ramona moved to the Miami branch, it was Buford’s time to organize. It was fancy shindig and it was plus one. Sharon brought her ghost hobbyist husband who hit it off with both Sam Wesson from IT—who brought his fianceé, a nurse—and Castiel Smith—Dean Smith’s infamous plus one. They talked for an hour in their own corner before Dean absconded his husband.

“I’ve got to get something from my office,” he reportedly whispered, seeming rather husky in his demeanor. “Help me?”

And even if people in the office heard something from Dean Smith’s office, well, no one was too keen on repeating that.

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Supernatural- Skin (1.06)

Pairing: N/A, Olive Winchester (OC)

Summary: The siblings head back to Stanford, disaster strikes, and they end up in a nasty sewer like rats

Warnings: cursing, killing, general nastiness, etc

Word Count: 5752

“Alright, I figure we’d hit Tucumcari by lunch, then head south, hit Bisbee by midnight.” Dean propped an arm around the back of the seat.

Sam didn’t answer, and I looked from Dean to him. He was on his PalmPilot.

“Hey, De. Sammy wears girly underwear.” I snickered.

“I’m listening, just busy.” Sam elbowed me.

“Busy doing what?” Dean asked as he got out of the car and went around to the gas tank.

“Reading emails.” Sam didn’t look up.

I popped my head out the window, and I looked at Dean with a tilted head.

“Emails from who?”

“From my friends at Stanford.” Sam replied.

“You’re kidding. You still keep in touch with your college buddies?” Dean scoffed.

“Why not?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?”

Sam shrugged. “I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with Olive and our big brother. Tell them I needed some time off after Jess.”

“Oh. So you lie to them.” Dean shrugged half heartedly. He had pulled something in his shoulder during the Mary hunt, and it was still hurting him.

“No. I just don’t… tell them everything.

Dean scowled. “Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man. I get it, tellin’ the truth it far worse.”

“So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life?”

Dean shrugged in response.

“You’re serious?”

“Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.” Dean said.

“You’re kind of anti-social, you know that?” Sam scowled.

I laughed, and he looked at me. “You are too, Ollie.”

I pouted and Dean mumbled a whatever.

“God…”

“What?” I perked back up.

“It’s this email from this girl, Rebecca Warren, one of those friends of mine.”

“Becca?” I asked. I had met plenty of Sam and Jess’s friends when I stayed with them.

“Is she hot?” Dean asked, and Sam ignored him, looking back to the email.

“I went to school with her, and her brother, Zack. She says Zack’s been charged with murder. He’s been arrested for killing his girlfriend. Rebecca says he didn’t do it, but it sounds like the cops have a pretty good case.”

I winced. I knew Zack too, and he was nice.

“Dude, what kind of people are you hangin’ out with? You bring those people around Olive?” Dean scowled again as he got back in the car.

“No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.” Sam shook his head.

“Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.” Dean grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes. “They’re in St. Louis. We’re going.”

Dean laughed. “Look, sorry about your buddy, okay? But this does not sound like our kind of problem.

“It is our problem. They’re my friends.”

“St. Louis is four hundred miles behind us, Sam.” Dean rolled his eyes.

Sam made his puppy eyes, and Dean looked to me for help.

“Ollie, tell him. We’ve been driving for two days.”

I sighed. I hated to be against Dean, but Sam was right. Something sounded off. Zack wouldn’t have murdered his own girlfriend. He was a kind person. I looked at Dean and pouted, giving him my own puppy eyes. Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out of the gas station.

                                                         ***

“Oh my God, Sam!” Becca shouted once the door was open.

“Well, if it isn’t little Becky.” Sam grinned.

Becca laughed. “You know what you can do with that little Becky crap.”

They hugged, and Dean pulled me into his side.

“I got your email.” Sam sighed.

“I didn’t think you would come here.” She shook her head. “Oh my god, hi Olive! You’re so big!”

“Hi.” I waved.

“Dean. Older brother.” Dean stuck his hand out.

She looked him up and down and then smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Dean nodded.

“We’re here to help. Whatever we can do.” I spoke up.

“Come in.” She stepped back into the house, opening the door further.

We walked in, and Dean was last, shutting the door behind us.

“Nice place.”

Becca laughed. “It’s my parents’. I was just crashing here for the long weekend when everything happened. I decided to take the semester off. I’m gonna stay until Zack’s free.

“Where are your folks?” Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“They live in Paris for half the year, so they’re on their way home now for the trial. Do you guys want a beer or anything? Maybe a soda for the underaged kid?”

I laughed. “No, thanks.”

“So, tell us what happened?” Sam asked as we stopped in the kitchen, sitting around the table.

“Well, uh, Zack came home, and he found Emily tied to a chair. She was beaten up, and bloody, and she wasn’t breathing.” She stumbled on her words, beginning to cry. “So, he called 911, and the police… they showed up, and they arrested him. But, the thing is, the only way that Zack could’ve killed Emily is if he was in two places at the same time. The police… they have a video. It’s from the security tape from across the street. And it shows Zack coming home at 10:30. Now, Emily was killed just after that, but I swear, he was here with me, having a few beers until at least after midnight.”

“You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.” Sam shrugged.

“We could.” Dean agreed.

“Why? I mean, what could you do?” Becca asked.

“Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop.” Sam grinned.

Dean laughed, and I smiled. “Detective, actually.” I added.

“Really? Where?”

“Bisbee, Arizona. But I’m off-duty now.” Dean smiled.

“You guys, it’s so nice to offer, but I just… I dunno.”

“Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.” Sam insisted.

Becca looked around, then nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna go get the keys.”

Dean waited until she disappeared down the hall, then turned to Sam was a glare. “Oh, yeah, man. You’re a real straight shooter with your friends.”

“Look, Zack and Becky need our help.” Sam defended himself.

“I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.” Dean shrugged.

“Two places at once? We’ve looked into less.” Sam made the puppy eyes.

Dean sighed, knowing he was defeated.

                                                        ***

“You sure this is okay?” Becca asked Dean.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “I am an officer of the law.” Dean walked into the house first.

Sam and I followed. The walls were smeared with blood, and it smelled awful. There was furniture broken, also bloody.

“Bec, you wanna wait outside?” Sam asked.

“No. I wanna help.” She ducked under the police tape and left the porch, coming into the house.

“Tell us what else the police said.” I asked.

“Well, there’s no sign of a break in. They say that Emily let her attacker in. The lawyers, they’re already talking about plea bargain.” She looked around the room and began to cry.

“Look, Bec. If Zack didn’t do this, it means someone else did. Any idea who?”

Becca shook her head, but then lit up, remembering something. “Uh, there was a robbery, about a week before. Somebody broke in and stole some of Zack’s clothes. They didn’t think it was anything related. I mean, we’re not that far from downtown. Sometimes people get robbed.”

Dean turned his attention to a barking dog, and Becca came up behind him.

“You know, that used to be the sweetest dog.”

“What happened?” I asked.

“He just changed.”

“Do you remember when?” I asked again.

“I guess around the time of the murder.” She shrugged.

Dean and I looked at each other, and he started toward Sam.

“So, the neighbor’s dog went psycho right around the time Zack’s girlfriend was killed.”

“Animals can have a sharp sense of the paranormal.” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah, maybe Fido saw somethin’.”

“So, you think maybe this is our kind of problem?”

Dean shook his head. “No. Probably not. But we should look at the security tape, you know, just to make sure.”

“Yeah.” Sam sighed.

“So, the tape. The security footage, you think maybe your lawyers could get their hands on it, ‘cause I just don’t have that kind of jurisdiction.” Dean turned to Becca.

She grinned. I’ve already got it. I didn’t wanna say something in front of the cop.” Dean laughed as she kept going. “I stole it off the lawyer’s desk. I just had to see it for myself.”

                                                        ***

“Here he comes.” Becca pointed.

“22:04. That’s just after ten.” I noticed, looking to Dean.

He was sitting next to me, on the floor. Sam and Becca were on the couch, and the laptop in front of us was playing the video tape Becca had taken.

“You said the time of death was about 10:30.” Dean looked over his shoulder at Becca.

She nodded. “Our lawyers hired some kind of video expert. He says the tape’s authentic. It wasn’t tampered with.”

I looked to Sam, who seemed to notice something on the tape.

“Hey, Bec, can we take those beers now?”

“Oh, sure.” She got up.

“Hey.” Sam called, and she turned around. “Maybe some sandwiches too?” He smiled hopefully.

“What do you think this is, Hooters?” She rolled her eyes with a smile.

“I wish.” Dean mumbled.

I moved to sit next to Sam. “What is it, Sams?” 

“Check this out.” He rewound it, and slowed it down.

Zack looked straight at the camera, and his eyes glinted silver. Sam paused it, and I gasped.

“Hey, maybe it’s just a camera flare.”

I shook my head. “That’s not like any camera flare I’ve ever seen.”

“You know, a lot of cultures believe that a photograph can catch a glimpse of the soul.” Sam looked to Dean.

“Right.” He rolled his eyes.

“Remember that dog that was freaking out? Maybe he saw this thing.”

Sam nodded. “Maybe this is some kind of dark double of Zack’s, something that looks like him but isn’t him.”

I perked up. “Like a Doppelganger.”

“Yeah! It’d sure explain how he was two places at once.” Sam’s eyes went wider and he smiled.

                                                        ***

“Alright, so what are we doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning?” Dean yawned.

“I realized something. The videotape shows the killer going in, but not coming out.” Sam stumbled out of the car.

“So, he came out the back door?” Dean got out and leaned against Baby’s hood.

“Right. So, there should be a trail to follow. A trail the police would never pursue.” Sam explained.

“Cause they think the killer never left. And they caught your friend Zack inside. I still don’t know what we’re doin’ here at 5:30 in the morning.” Dean emphasized, but Sam ignored him.

“Blood.” He noted, staring at a telephone pole. “Somebody came this way.”

“Yeah, but the trail ends. I don’t see anything over here.” Dean announced as we checked out the alleyway.

An ambulance zoomed past, sirens wailing. Dean and I looked at each other, then at Sam.

                                                        ***

We stood in front of the house, watching as an Asian man was handcuffed and crammed into a police car. I hugged Dean’s arm.

“What do you think happened?” I asked him.

“He tried to kill his wife.” A woman turned around. “Tied her up and beat her.”

Sam arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

She nodded. “I used to see him going to work in the morning. He’d wave, say hello. He seemed like such a nice guy.”

The car drove off, the man inside looking like he was going to be sick. The boys and I looked at each other.

                                                        ***

I looked inside the other garbage can and found nothing. I dropped the lid back on and snorted, trying to get the rotting smell out of my nose.

“Hey.” Dean called.

We turned around. “Remember when I said this wasn’t our kind of problem?”

“Yeah.” Sam nodded.

“Definitely our kind of problem.” Dean sighed.

“What’d you find out?” I asked.

“Well, I just talked to the patrolman who was first on the scene, heard this guy, Alex’s story. Apparently the dude was driving home from a business trip when his wife was attacked.”

“So he was in two places at once.”

Dean nodded and continued.

“So he sees himself in the house, police think he’s a nutjob.”

“Two dark doubles attacking loved ones in exactly the same way.” Sam remarked.

“Could be the same thing doing it, too.” Dean suggested.

“Shapeshifter. Something that can make itself look like anyone.”

Dean nodded. “Every culture in the world has a shapeshifter lore. You know, legends of creatures who can transform themselves into animals or other men.”

“Right, skinwalkers, werewolves.” Sam sighed.

“We’ve got two attacks within blocks of each other. I’m guessin’ we’ve got a shapeshifter prowlin’ the neighborhood.” Dean sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as he looked around.

“Let me ask you this- in all this shapeshifter lore, can any of them fly?” Sam asked.

“Not that I know of.”

“Olive and I picked up a trail here. Someone ran out the back of this building and headed off this way.” Sam pointed.

“Just like your friend’s house.” Dean noted.

I nodded. “Yeah. And, just like at Zack’s house, the trail suddenly ends. I mean, whatever it is just disappeared.”

Dean thought for a minute. “Well, there’s another way to go. Down.”

We looked down at our feet and saw a manhole cover, slightly ajar. I sighed.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes, bug, we have to.”

“If the smell doesn’t come out you two are buying me a new flannel.” I grumbled.

                                                        ***

“I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too. The shapeshifter could be using the sewer system to get around.” Sam was first in line, shining the flashlight ahead of us.

“I think you’re right. Look at this.” He pointed to something and bent down.

It was a pile of blood and skin. I groaned, feeling like I was going to throw up. I gagged, and Dean stood up, pushing me aside.

“You’re fine. Don’t look.”

He bent back down, and I shook my head in disgust as he pulled out his pocket knife and held up a strip of skin. It had hair stuck to it. 

“Is this from his victims?” Sam was confused.

“Ya know, this is really fucking gross, but-”

“What if the shapeshifter sheds?”

I nodded as Dean completed my thoughts.

“That is fucking gross.” Sam wrinkled his nose.

                                                        ***

“Well, one thing I learned from Dad, is that no matter what kind of shapeshifter it is, there’s one sure way to kill it.” Dean leaned against the car.

“Silver bullet to the heart.” I nodded.

Dean smiled proudly, ruffling my hair.

“That’s right, sweetpea.”

Sam’s phone began to ring, and he picked it up without looking. “This is Sam.”

A pause. “We’re near Zack’s, we’re just checkin’ some things out.” Another pause. “What are you talking about?” Another. “Why would you do that?” His face paled. “We’re trying to help.” He sighed. “Bec, I’m sorry, but-”

Sam sighed, looking down as he pocketed his phone.

“I hate to say it, Sam, but that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You lie to your friend because if they knew the real you, they’d be freaked. It’s just… it’d be easier if-”

“If I was like you.” Sam’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Hey, man. Like it or not, we are not like other people. But I’ll tell you one thing. This whole gig?” Dean raised an eyebrow and held up a gun. “It ain’t without perks.”

Sam only sighed and tucked the gun into the back of his waistband. I took the other from Dean’s hold, and he loaded the last one before tucking it into his jacket.

                                                        ***

“I think we’re close to its lair.” Dean’s face scrunched up.

Sam didn’t look back. “Why do you say that?”

I grimaced, shining my flashlight as I spoke. “Because there’s another puke-inducing pile next to your face.”

“Oh, God!” Sam exclaimed as he turned, eye level with the pile of bloody, hairy skin on the pipe next to him.

“Looks like it’s lived here for a while.” Dean shone his flashlight into the corner, where there was a pile of clothes.

“Who knows how many murders the fucker’s gotten away with?” I scoffed.

“Dean!” Sam shouted, tugging me into his side.

I turned to see the shapeshifter, still in the form of Alex, the guy from earlier. Dean got sucker punched in the face, and Sam shot after the shifter as it ran. I bent down, pulling Dean to his feet.

“Sam, go get the son of a bitch!” Dean hissed.

We followed after it, up the ladder and out the manhole, into the street. The boys and I looked around. I groaned. The sudden sprints and tugging myself up the ladder had brought back the old pain in my ankle from the Wendigo hunt.

“Alright, let’s split up. Olive, up.” Sam nodded, pulling me onto his back.

“Meet you around the other side.” Dean pressed a quick kiss to my cheek before walking off in the other direction.

Sam had his gun hidden inside his jacket, and I had mine tucked between my front and Sam’s back. We found nobody on the street that could’ve been the shifter, and nothing to indicate where he had gone. We waited on the street corner where we had split apart from Dean. I sighed from my perch on Sam’s back.

“Hey? Anything?” Dean’s voice came from behind.

“No.” I shook my head and sighed. “He’s gone.”

“Alright, let’s get back to the car.” Dean nodded.

Sam and I crossed the street, but a car cut Dean off. He caught up after, and we reached Baby. Sam put me down on the hood, and I winced.

“You alright?” Dean asked.

I only nodded. “You think he found another way underground?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah, probably. You got the keys?”

I froze. Dean never gave me the keys. Why would he ask if I had them? I looked up at him, and under the light of the lamppost, saw that his eyes weren’t like they normally were. The pattern in them was wrong, looking almost like the diamonds of a snake as opposed to the waves of green that were his. I smiled.

“Sam’s got them.”

“Hey, didn’t Dad once face a shapeshifter in San Antonio?” I caught Sam’s eye and gave him a face of panic.

“Oh, that was Austin.” The shifter cut on. “It turned out not to be a shapeshifter, it was a thought form. A psychic projection, remember?”

Sam caught my glance and nodded, gesturing to his gun. “Oh right. Here ya go.” He tossed the shifter the keys.

He opened the trunk and looked at the weaponry. He laughed, eyes growing wide.

“Don’t move!” Sam shouted, and we both pointed out guns at him.

“What did you do with him?” I growled.

“Guys, chill. It’s me, alright?” The shifter looked at me.

“No, I don’t think so.” Sam hissed.

“You’re not him. Where the fuck is our brother?”

“You’re about to shoot him. Sam, Olive, calm down.”

“You caught those keys with your left. Your shoulder was hurt.” Sam accused.

The shifter scoffed. “Yeah, it’s better. What do you want me to do, cry?”

“You’re not our brother.” Sam shook his head.

“Why don’t you pull the trigger, then? Hm? ‘Cause you’re not sure. Guys, you know me.” The shifter put a hand up, a crowbar glinting by his side.

“Don’t.” Sam growled.

I hissed from my perch on the hood. I could kill him, because I knew it wasn’t Dean. No way on fucking earth was this Dean. But if I killed him, how would we find where he stashed the real Dean?

The shifter hit Sam with the crowbar, then hit him again. I screamed for him, and the shifter moved toward me, hitting my arm. I screamed, and his hand clapped over my mouth. He looked like Dean, but he smelled like death. I dug my teeth into his skin, and a chunk easily slid off. I gagged as it slipped into my mouth.

“You fucking bitch!”

I bit down harder, shaken to the core by Dean’s loving voice cursing at me with malice. I felt metal against my head and I was out like a light.

                                                        ***

“Where is he?” I heard Sam.

I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I opened my eyes wearily to see my head in Sam’s lap. He was tied to a wood beam, neck and wrists bound. The shifter pranced over and backhanded him. Sam groaned, and I looked back up to him.

“Where’s Dean?” I coughed out.

“I wouldn’t worry about him, princess. I’d worry about you.” The shifter snarled.

“Where is he?” Sam asked again.

“You don’t really wanna know.” The shifter chuckled. “I swear, the more I learn about you and your family… I thought I came from a bad background.

Sam couldn’t move his head, but I knew he was trying to look down at me.

“What do you mean, learn?” We asked in unison.

The shifter stopped pacing, he grabbed his head and hissed, pained. The shifter straightened, then squatted in front of us.

“He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. With a child.” He pointed to me. “You don’t think I had dreams of my own? You think I wanted to be a father? You think I wanted to raise a kid? No. But Olive needed me. Dad needed me. Where the hell were you? And you.” He pointed to me. “You stupid little bitch. Just can’t live a day without big brother, now, can you? Always gotta be by his side, up his ass. Such a pain. Can’t have a minute alone without you stuck by my side, clawing and begging and whining like a pathetic, fucking, little, lost puppy.” He snarled, and by the passion of his pain, I was almost convinced it was Dean.

“Where’s my brother?” I raised my voice.

The shifter leaned into my face, the wrong eyes glinting in the dim lighting.

“Oh sweetpea, I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous of Sammy here. He’s got friends. He could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me.” He backed away.

Sam squirmed. “What are you talking about?”

“You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothing, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. Left me with a goddamn kid.” It was another snarl. “But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks.” A little laugh. “I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens.” He smiled, and threw a sheet over us. 

We waited until his footsteps disappeared, and then I let out a frustrated groan.

“God fucking damnit. Dean!” I shouted, biting at the sheet and ripping it off of us.

“That better be you, Ollie, and not that freak of nature.” I heard Dean’s growl, and my chest swelled with joy.

“Yeah, De, it’s us!” Sam called out with a laugh.

“Dean, he went to Becca’s, looking like you.” I called.

“Well, he’s not stupid. He picked the handsome one.” Sam’s face drew back and I laughed, sitting up. 

My wrists were tied to Sam’s ankles, but luckily were behind my back. Sam was working at the ropes around his hands, and I couldn’t see Dean, but I knew he was too.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. He didn’t just look like you, he was you. Or he was becoming you.” Sam sighed.

I wormed my wrists free of the rope.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked as I turned to untie Sam.

“I don’t know, it was like he was downloading your thoughts and memories.” I grunted.

“You mean, like the Vulcan mind meld?” Dean asked, his voice echoing across pipes.

“Yeah, something like that. I mean, maybe that’s why he doesn’t just kill us.” Sam hissed as I got his neck free.

“Maybe he needs to keep us alive. Psychic connection.” Dean tapped his forehead, and untangled the ropes from Sam’s ankles.

“Hands.” Sam pleaded.

Dean took over and untied his hands while I looked his face over, sighing at the cut on his cheekbone and the bruise forming above his eyebrow.

“Come on, we gotta go. He’s probably at Becca’s already.” Sam grunted, shuffling to his feet.

                                                        ***

“Come on, we gotta find a phone, call the police.” Sam pulled me out through the window and onto the street.

“Whoa!” Dean was left stranded, hanging half out the window.

“Hey, no!” I grabbed Sam’s wrist. “You’ll put an APB out on Dean.”

Sam shrugged. “Sorry.”

“Alright, come on.” Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me across the street.

We made it across the street, unsuspected. There was a TV in the store window ahead of us, a news report blaring red.

“An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home.”

A bad sketch of Dean followed, nose all wrong and eyes not wide enough.

“Man! That’s not even a good picture.” Dean groaned.

Sam hit his arm as we looked around, making sure we weren’t attracting attention.

“It’s good enough, Dean.” I scowled, grabbing him by the wrist and following Sam as he walked off into an alley.

“Man.” Dean grumbled again.

Dean stepped into a puddle and groaned. I looked down to see him barefoot, and I laughed. He glared at me.

“Aw, come on, De. They said attempted murder. At least we know-”

“That I didn’t kill her.” Dean sighed.

“We’ll check with Becca in the morning, see if she’s all right.” Sam nodded.

“Alright, but first I wanna find that handsome devil and kick the holy crap out of him.”

Sam stopped walking, exasperated. “We have no weapons. No silver bullets.

”Sams, the guy’s walkin’ around with Dean’s face, and he cursed me out.” I hit his arm.

“It’s a little personal, I wanna find him.”

Sam gave in. “Okay. Where do we look?

“Well, we could start with the sewers.”

“Dean. Again, we have no weapons. He stole our guns, we need more.”

“The car.”

Dean’s nostrils flared in disgust. “I’m betting he drove over to Becca’s.”

Sam nodded. “The news said he fled on foot. I bet it’s still parked there.”

Dean pouted. “The thought of him driving my car.”

“Alright, come on.” Sam pulled us along.

“It’s killing me.” He whined.

“Let’s just go, De.” I held a hand out, and he took it.

We walked in silence, until Sam perked up. “How’d you know it wasn’t Dean?” He asked over his shoulder. “I mean, I saw your face, and then the arm proved us right, but… how’d you know?” He stopped walking.

I shrugged. “Well, one, he asked if I had the keys. De never gives me the keys. And two, his eyes were all wrong.”

“His eyes?” Dean echoed.

I nodded, now sandwiched between Sam and Dean. “They just weren’t right. Didn’t look like your eyes.”

Sam hummed, impressed. Dean grinned, ruffling my hair. “That’s my girl.”

                                                        ***

“Oh, there she is! Finally, something went right tonight!” Dean sighed, relieved at the sight of the car.

A police car rolled up, parking right next to Baby.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Fuck.” I tightened my grip on his hand.

Sam turned around. “Oh shit.”

There was another car a few yards back. Dean grabbed me and pushed me ahead of him. “This way, this way. Let’s go.” He pointed ahead, to a fence.

“You two go. I’ll hold ‘em off.” Sam boosted me onto the fence.

“What?” I squirmed, balancing on the wood.

“Sam, they’ll catch you.” Dean’s eyes went wide.

”Look, they can’t hold me. Just go, keep out of sight. Meet me at Becca’s.” Sam reassured.

I hopped over the fence, and Dean began after me.

“Dean! Olive! Stay out of those sewers.” Sam called.

Dean looked at me and rolled his eyes, landing on his feet next to me.

“I mean it!” Sam thumped the wood and Dean rolled his eyes again, grabbing me by the hand.

“Yeah, yeah!” He tugged me along.

I heard a police officer yell at Sam, and I bit my lip with a wince. Dean pulled me to follow as we ran.

                                                        ***

“We’re sorry, Sam. But you know us. We just can’t wait.” Dean mumbled as we pulled the spare guns from the trunk.

I took the last two and tucked them into my pants, shutting the trunk. I slid the silver knife into my boot, clenching my jaw.

“Ready, baby?”

I nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be, De.”

He kissed the top of my head. “Let’s go kick some ass.”

                                                        ***

I flashed the light, trying to keep my hand steady. We had been in the sewers for at least an hour, and the smell of decay had sunk so far into my nose that I became used to it.

I shone the flashlight to the other opening, and I almost barfed. Dean looked over my shoulder and groaned. There was a room off to the side, lit with multiple candles, chains everywhere. Piles of the same hairy, bloody, and now slimy-looking, skin lined the floor. There was a clatter of chains, and my gun flew up. Dean stepped in front of me and grabbed one hand.

“Stay behind me.” He ordered, taking a finger and hooking it onto his belt loop.

I followed him through the dripping tunnels, ducking when he did to avoid pipes, even though he stood a head taller than me. We followed the noise through to another room. Someone coughed, and our heads snapped to a figure under a dirty, tattered sheet. She coughed again, and my eyes widened. I recognized that cough.

“Becca!” I tore the sheet off her.

Dean pulled me away. “It might not be her. Knife.” He held a hand out.

Becca’s eyes widened, and she opened her mouth to scream.

“Becca, no! Please. It’s us, I swear it’s really us. We just need to make sure that it’s really you.” I comforted, holding her by the shoulders.

Dean sighed, and pressed the flat end of the blade against her bare shoulder. There was no reaction, and we sighed in relief.

“Okay. Okay, you’re okay. Knife.” I held my hand out, and he gave it back to me.

I cut Becca out of her ropes. “What happened?”

She began to cry as we held her steady. “I was walking home, and everything just went white.” She whimpered. “Someone hit me over the head, and I wound up here just in time to see that thing turn into me. I don’t know, how is that even possible?” She shuddered.

“Okay, okay. It’s okay.” Dean tried to soothe her. “Come on. Can you walk?” He asked.

She nodded. “Okay, okay. We’ve gotta hurry. Sams went to see you.” I pulled her up.

She groaned, and Dean grunted, pulling her into his side. We took off through the tunnels, rushing to save Sam.

                                                        ***

“Hey!” I shouted.

The shifter, again as Dean, pushed himself off Sam. He got up, and came my way. I shot twice, nailing him in the heart both times. I watched as the color behind his eyes drained, and he fell to the ground. I dropped the gun and began to shake.

“Sam!” Becca ran to Sam, and Dean grabbed me by the shoulders, turning me around.

“Hey. Hey, hey baby girl. Hi, it’s okay. I’m right here. I am right here. I’m okay. It’s okay.” He pulled me into a hug.

I whimpered. He let me go, and I moved to Sam. He sat up and hugged me as Dean went to the shifter. Dean snatched something off the shifter’s neck and nodded back to us.

                                                        ***

Dean and I were by the car. I was sitting on the hood, slumped against his arm. He was looking at a map of the US.

“I’m sorry you had to do that, babes.” He whispered.

“I’m just glad you and Sams are okay.” I shrugged.

“You’re an amazing hunter. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed the side of my head.

Becca waved to us, and we waved back. She headed back inside the house, and Sam came back to the car.

“So what about Zack?” I asked.

“Cops are blaming this freak Dean Winchester guy for Emily’s murder. They found the murder weapon in the guy’s lair, Zack’s clothes stained with her blood. Now they’re thinking maybe the surveillance tape was tampered with.” Sam shrugged.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Becca says Zack’s gonna be released soon.”

“Come on, babes. Time to go.” Dean kissed my head again, and I smiled before crawling into the car.

                                                        ***

“Sorry, man.” Dean’s voice was a whisper.

“About what?” Sam’s hands were running through my hair.

I was crumpled between the boys, head against Sam’s chest. They thought I was sleeping, and I preferred it that way.

“I really wish things could be different, you know? I wish you could just be… Joe College.” Dean sighed.

Sam’s hand stopped, and then he sighed. “No, that’s okay. You know, the truth is, even at Stanford, deep down, I never really fit in.”

I could hear the smile in Dean’s voice. “Well, that’s ‘cause you’re a freak.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Well, I’m a freak, too. I’m right there with ya, all the way. And so is Olive.” Dean poked my nose.

Sam laughed, and he dropped his head against mine.

“Yeah, I know you two are.” He sighed.

“You know, I gotta say… I’m sorry I’m gonna miss it.” Dean squeezed my leg.

“Miss what?” I opened my eyes.

“How many chances am I gonna have to see my own funeral?” Dean smiled down at me, then up to Sam.

Sam kissed my head again and Dean looked back to the road as we kept driving.

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[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 89

Chapter Summary -  Danielle stays in Ireland to deal with the house situation as Tom heads back for the Kong Skull Island premiere.

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Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

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Danielle sat waiting in the solicitor's office, a cup of tea on the table next to her, a small but significant piece of paper under her hand. She thought of how she had dropped Tom to the airport that morning, telling him she would be home in less than a week hopefully, that she would see him before he went on the international part of the Kong Tour.

Again she looked at the small piece of paper in her hand, it had taken Tom another two minutes to convince her it was the right thing to do, and a small call to NatWest to confirm that yes, given her credit history and the fact she had her house as collateral, she very much was guaranteed the loan. So with a small transfer and a trip to her Credit Union, she and Tom were able to hold the piece of paper that meant that she would get to pay for her aunt's part of the house. Tom smiled as she looked at it, clearly ecstatic as to what it meant for her. When he had asked her what was her plans, she simply shrugged and stated the other half, when she could.

She was brought back to the present by the sound of people walking down the hallway towards her. She knew by the irked voice of one that it was her aunt, she inhaled deeply and waited for the door to open. When Bernadette entered the room, she looked angrily at Danielle. "What do you want? I suppose you are going to try and stop me from forcing the sale?"

"Just sit down, Bernie," Danielle growled.

"You have no respect," The woman commented, but she did what was required. "Where is the solicitor gone?"

"To get the last of the paperwork."

"What paperwork and what would you know, you dropped out of college, Mattie was too soft on you, you went on to do nothing."

"I would disagree, I have a great paying job, I have a nice home and a good hard-working boyfriend, things are very much going well for me Bernie, not that I am overly bothered by your opinion, though I do use it to gauge things. What you find to be terrible and anger, I know my father would have approved of, so thank you for setting my concerns to rest." Danielle smiled sweetly just as the solicitor re-entered the room.

"Right, so it is a fair swap really, nothing of great note, you Danielle Hughes, are offering the whole twenty-five thousand euro share of the house at Droichead Beag, Connemara, Galway to Bernadette Whelan, your aunt and on her accepting, she is signing over her share of the building and her legal rights to it. That is the general gist of this." The solicitor explained.

Bernadette frowned then looked at Danielle, who looked at her for her reaction before pushing the draft forward. "How?"

"I told you already, I have more than enough money." Danielle grinned. "Oh and I still want my mother's things back. I mean it, Bernie, I am going home tomorrow, I want them back before I head to the airport. I have spoken with Michael and Lourda, I have a guy coming to change the locks today and you will not be given a key, you are no longer responsible for anything in the house and you will not have to concern yourself with its maintenance or bills."

"Fine." Bernadette went for the bank draft, which Danielle pulled back.

"I will give this to Mr Roberts, you will sign that legal document, he will give us a copy each and you will get your money then."

"Are you trying to imply I would try to rob it?" Bernadette snapped, her face showing how appalled she was by the idea.

"No, but that is the legal process." Danielle scoffed, "So sign the damn paper so I can get on with my day. I need to go shopping for a dress."

"What would you want a dress for, you never wore dresses when your father was alive?" "I have something to go to as soon as I return to London, so chop-chop, I'm a busy woman."

* Danielle smiled as she drove to the airport. She had slept well enough as Tom's smell was still on the side of the bed that he had been on and knowing that they would return there soon, her holding the largest part of the home she always wanted making her excited and happy. She had gotten a dress the day before after the solicitors and with her hair and make-up booked, she looked forward to going home, to being home with Tom again, arranging for them to go public and finally be able to do things together. The idea of them and Mac going for a walk in Hampstead Heath was enticing in ways she could not vocalise, she knew at first there would be people annoying them, but she knew too that they would be old news again in the near future.

She handed back the car and went to the check-in desk, she knew Tom would be busy all day, he had to prep and get ready for the premier. He had texted earlier in the day to ask her how she was getting on, she gave him a story about getting the legal work signed and said little else before the car to ready him for the day arrived, so with 'I love you's' and goodbyes, they said they would talk later.

As it stood, she arrived in London on time and was able to get a taxi back to the house, it felt almost odd to be back and for Tom not to be there, but with too little time to worry about things, she rushed around, getting her bag and everything brought back upstairs and into the room, she looked around, Tom had it as it always was, but she realised that the bed was unkempt in the centre and not to the side, causing her to laugh slight, Tom clearly taking advantage of the greater space. She took out the dress and went into the wardrobe to get the shoes she knew would work with it. Just then, her phone rang. "Hey, Nacelle."

"So, I spoke to Henry, he said that he can fit you in, he is brilliant, I trained with him, I would not allow some half-wit at you."

"You're the best Nacelle."

"You know it darling, listen, how does lunch at ours sound next week?"

"Brilliant, day and time and I'll be there."

"Woohoo, we will wait until lover boy is on the road so you'll have something to do other than pine for him."

"I will not pine, I will mope quietly in a corner and pretend not to eat my own weight in Ben and Jerry's." Nacelle laughed. "I'll be fine, it's only two to three weeks."

"How was Ireland?"

"Wet, wetter than usual."

"So submerged then?"

"Effectively, here faired no better I can see."

"Apparently not if you listen to Becky. Anyway, I will talk to you later, Henry is lovely, he'll look after you."

"Thanks again Nacelle."

"Anytime girl, I'll look after you." Nacelle sang before hanging up the phone.

With her dress and shoes in hand, Danielle rushed outside and into the waiting taxi, texting the address as she went.

* Tom smiled brightly as the rain fell, there had been one question about Taylor, but he dismissed it, focusing on the movie instead, he smiled, posed and spoke with his fellow cast members for what seemed like an hour on the carpet. He loved that the tour was starting at home, he would be able to get another few days at home. More importantly, if Danielle could get everything sorted in Ireland, she could come home, he could spend a few more days with her before he left again, that caused him to smile more.

He joked and smiled as he, Brie Larson and Samuel Jackson stood together, being photographed and Jackson complained jokingly of the British weather. He began to walk into the cinema finally and sighed. Overall the evening was a success thus far. He took out his phone and looked at it, a few texts had come in, all of well wishes, but none from Danielle, which caused him to frown. She knew what time he was due to be in the cinema, she was usually one of the first to text, so it felt a slight bit disheartening. He looked at the celebrities that had come to the premiere also, the cameras flashing as they posed, he found himself hoping they enjoyed it. He also watched the others that had secured tickets, Emma said she was coming, so at least his little sister would be in the crowd, one of the first to give her opinion on it. He had not seen her enter, but the simple text 'we're here' had made its way to his phone, making him smile.

The movie was well edited, the CGI made all the imaginary running for his life look good, and from those who were present, it seemed to be well received, not Oscar-worthy, but good nonetheless. Again, he checked his phone a few times through the movie, but there was no word from Danielle. He was tempted to text, but as the first to clench his jaw when others did such things, he resisted, he would ring her when he was done. He watched as one woman rose from her seat in a manner that suggested she was trying to make as little of a nuisance of herself as possible and rushed up the aisle of the theatre. She was well dressed, her choice elegant, but Tom had to admit alluring also, he had not seen her outside posing for photos yet he felt as though he knew her, but he shook his head, she was of similar build to Danielle and he had not seen her face properly because she had not looked toward him in the darkened room.

There was a round of applause when the film ended and slowly the lights began to rise again. The room was a flurry of activity once more. Tom felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and when he saw Danielle's name, he grinned widely.

Danielle - I hope you had a great night and that the screening went well, I know it will do great with people. Why do I get the feeling you have made a new clatter of 'Hiddlestoners' with this one xx

Tom smiled as his brow furrowed, unsure what Danielle was referring to, but to see a text from her caused him to feel elated. With people congratulating him he shook hands and began to talk to people regarding the film.

The after-party was being held in a small club not far from the cinema, the list was shorter than the premiere one and in truth, as much as Tom enjoyed getting people's positive reactions, he wanted to go home.

He forced the smile onto his face as he stood with the same small flute of champagne in his hand after half an hour, counting down the minutes until he could leave.  "Well done." the first genuine smile came onto his face as he heard his sister's voice behind him. She embraced him tightly in a hug. "I actually really enjoyed that."

Tom chuckled, "you sound somewhat shocked by that statement."

"Well, remakes can go either way," Emma stated defensively.

"Where is Jack?" Tom looked around before looking to Emma again.

"At work, I told you this the other day."

"But you said 'we're here'."

"Yes," Emma grinned. "But I never mentioned Jack."

"Then…" Tom turned slightly and stared open-mouthed as he realised who was beside them. Feeling incredibly sheepish for noting the woman that had gone to the restroom during the movie was similar to his girlfriend, not realising it was actually her. Danielle's hair was tied back from her face, which had her make-up done to have a natural look and she donned a dress he knew for a fact she had not had in the closet before going to Ireland. "How…the house…?"

"Done and dusted yesterday, I flew home at lunchtime. Hello, by the way." Danielle smiled.

Tom immediately leant in and forced himself to only kiss her cheek. "Hello, I…I didn't think…"

"When Luke rang about that confirmation for the show, he asked if I planned on coming as a normal patron, I told him to see if I could keep a ticket aside, and when Bernadette all but snapped the bank draft from my hand, I knew I could make it."

"So it's done, you have the house?"

"I have half the house, but don't worry, I will get the other half soon." Danielle winked. She watched as Tom fought to prevent himself from declaring to the room about them, his eyes darting over her elegant dress which shaped her breasts perfectly. "Behave," she warned.

"This will be the longest two hours of my life." He groaned.

"What was it you called it before," Danielle teased as she leant in to whisper in Tom's ear so Emma would not hear. "Delayed Gratification." She grinned.

Danielle's dress

[writtingrose]

Beautiful to Me Pt. 2

There will be a Pt. 3

SUMMARY; He asks Stephanie’s assistant out. He can tell she feels insecure so, when they get back to the hotel, he shows her how beautiful he thinks she is.

LISTEN TOO; Beneath Your Beautiful - Labrinth

WARNINGS; smut, fluff, angst

REQUESTED BY; Anon

WORD COUNT; 1,833

Part 1 - 3 - 4

 Less than twenty-four hours later Y/N paced back and forth in the room she shared with Becky. It was still an hour before Drew would be arriving to pick her up and her clothes laid strewn everywhere. She pulled at her hair as Charlotte and Becky both sighed. Between the three of them, they had gone through every piece of clothing she owned and she couldn’t decide on one. Drew had text her earlier in the day and told her to wear something nice as he was taking her to a proper restaurant. Yet, everything she tired on made her feel bigger than she was. Sitting down in the chair she hung her head in her hands. She felt defeated in that moment.

Her two friends were doing everything they could to help her, but her own demons were winning. It didn’t matter what she put on, how well it hid the curves she hated, it still wouldn’t be good enough for Drew.

“Y/N, lass, the black one was perfect.” Becky frowned as she picked the garment back up from the bed. “I don’t think he’s gonna care what ya wear honestly.”

Charlotte nodded her agreement. “Drew doesn’t care about that stuff Y/N, he likes you for you.”

Y/N looked between the two before sighing and holding her hand out.

“I’ll try it on again,” she groaned. “But I’m telling you, it isn’t good enough.”

She begrudgingly walked into the bathroom and shut and locked the door behind her. She stared at the black fabric in her hand and frowned. How in the hell did they think this was going to work? It was going to make her pudge stick out in all the wrong places, she could already tell. Still, she told them she’d put it on. So, she huffed as she slid the comfy robe she’d brought from home off her skin. She unzipped the dress and slipped it over her head, working it down her body. She groaned as she looked in the mirror. The girl in front of her looked bloated, tired, and ugly; but that’s what she saw on the daily.

“Can one of you zip it please?” She stuck her head out the door and used her hands to hold the dress in place.

“I got ya love.” Becky smiled as she jumped up, walking over to push the door open as she gestured for her to turn around. “We told ya it would look great lass.”

Once again Y/N pursed her lips, still not convinced. “There’s going to be eyes on us everywhere Becks. And I’m sure plenty of cameras.”

Becky scoffed and rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed as Charlotte got up and walked over. You listen Y/N Y/L/N, and you listen good. You’re a fucking queen okay? And that’s coming from me. If McIntyre can’t see how brilliant and beautiful you are, well that’s his loss. Anyone would be crazy not to see how special you are.” Charlotte smiled and hugged her quickly. “Now, let me see that dress.”

Y/N smiled and spun slowly for them, smoothing her hands over the dress.

“What do you guys think?”

Becky smirked, crossing her arms. “I think he’d be a mad man to turn you down lass.”

“I agree,” Charlotte smiled. “Now, do you want your make up done? I can do something natural looking.”

Y/N thought for a moment before she shrugged and nodded.

“What the hell. Can you do my hair too?”

Charlotte smiled and grabbed her make up bag. “Just come sit on the bed and I’ll do them. We have about forty-five minutes until he gets, here right?”

Y/N nodded and walked over to one of the beds, plopping onto the edge of it. Charlotte pulled the chair over and sat in front of her, Becky standing just behind. Taking a deep breath, Y/N closed her eyes, surrendering herself to Charlotte. The blonde just smirked, pulling out foundation and getting to work.

Thirty minutes later Charlotte sat back and smiled, just as there was a knock on the door.

“Shit,!” she hissed. “He’s early. Are you ready?”

Y/N took a deep breath and stood from the bed, nodding as she made her way over to the door. “As ready as I can be without backing out. Now, you two hide!”

Becky and Charlotte both wished her good luck before they pressed themselves into the bathroom. Y/N just rolled her eyes as she opened the door; Drew standing there in a nice pair of jeans and dress shirt, holding a single rose.

Drew sucked in a breath at the sight before him. Y/N looked amazing and he still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be the one taking her out.

“Hello love,” he smiled, holding the rose out. “I brought this for you. Though it’s beauty doesn’t compare.”

Y/N blushed bright red as she took the equally as red rose, bringing it to her nose to inhale the smell. “Thank you Drew, let me just put this in water really quick.”

She turned away, leaving the door open as she searched for an open water bottle. Once she found it she sat the rose in it and turned back to him, running her hand through the loose curls of her hair.

“Are you ready? I don’t wanna miss our reservations.” Drew smiled at her, holding out his arm.

Sure, he was laying it on thick, but he wanted to make sure she understood just how much he valued her.

“Oh! Yes She linked her arm with his as they started down the hall. “This really wasn’t necessary you know. I would have been fine with fast food or even staying in.”

Drew nodded as he looked at her. “Aye, I know that, but I wanted to show you how important you are to me. This is not a one-time thing Y/N.”

She looked down and blushed. He really planned on doing this again? Or maybe he was just saying that. Either way, she planned to fully enjoy the evening.

Drew opened the car for her once they reached it and she slipped inside, thanking him as he shut the door and she buckled up. He jogged around to his side and slid in, buckling up before he started the car.

“It’s not a long drive, but we can turn the radio on if you’d like? Or just talk.” He gripped the wheel, trying to hide the slight shake in his hands.

For someone who was usually so confident, especially in the ring, he was a nervous mess. What if he messed this up? Or she had a bad time? Is she allergic to anything? What if she has a reaction and needs to go to the hospital? Oh god. He felt like his heart might beat right out of his chest as he pulled out of the parking lot. Too be honest, he couldn’t remember the last time he was this nervous. When he debuted maybe? Had to have been.

“Maybe we can turn the radio on low while we talk?” She smiles and leans forward, pressing the radio dial as soft music fills the car. “Something to help settle my nerves is good.”

He smiled at that, relaxing a little knowing she was nervous as well.

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” She asked, smiling over at him.

“Aye,” he nodded. “I wan’t going to tell you at first, but I don’t want you to end up being allergic or not liking it. We’re going to an Italian place Seth recommended. He brought Becky and said they liked it a bit.”

A smile lit up Y/N’s face as she reached for the hand that now rested on the center console. She gave it a squeeze.

“I love Italian Drew. I’m a sucker for good pasta and am on the hunt for it every city we visit.”

He nodded and smiled. “I know how ya feel. One of the first things I like to do when we get to a new city is scope out all the good places to eat.”

They easily launched into a conversation about foods, and their favorite kinds, as Drew drove; their hands staying intertwined. She felt herself relaxing more and more as they pulled into the parking lot, Drew turning the car off and coming around to help her out. That is, until she saw all the people. It wouldn’t be long before someone recognized him and the photographs started.

Drew wrapped his arm around her waist and she tucked herself into his side as best she could, shielding her face. Maybe, if they couldn’t see it, the hate she was surely going to get wouldn’t be so bad. After all, it’s hard to hate on a person when you can’t see their face... right?

Wrong.

By the time they made it to the table, Y/N was biting back tears. It hadn’t taken long at all for people to recognize him, or her. And they weren’t kind. She tried to let the comments roll over her shoulder but it was hard when they were saying the same things she thought in her head.

Drew either had to have not noticed, or not cared as he pulled her chair out for her. She discreetly wiped at her eyes a she sat down, thanking him. He smiled as he walked around to the other side and sat down.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had called and ordered for us already. Seth had recommended the chicken alfredo and five cheese fettuccini, so that’s what I ordered.”

He smiled as a waiter brought them a bottle of red wine, pouring them both glasses before stepping away.

“O-Oh, I was just going to order a salad.” She shrugged and smiled lightly.

Drew just raised his eyebrow as he looked at her.

“After you talked about you’re love for food?” he cocked his head. “Is this because of the comments walking in here Lass? You shouldn’t listen to them. Yer beautiful.”

Y/N blushed as she looked down, struggling to believe him.

“Aye, you really are.” He gave her a stern look. “Matter of face I’d love to show you just how beautiful that body is, if you’d let me. But we’re going to eat first.”

Y/N gasped slightly as she looked up at him, struggling to find words. He wanted to what?! Even worse, she wanted it too!

“I-I’d like that Drew.”

Her voice was barely over a whisper but he heard it all the same, a slow smirk spreading across his face. He could already think of hundreds of ways to worship her body; his cock stiffening in his pants.

It would have to wait though. First, he was going to treat her like a proper lady and play the gentleman. After though. After, her body would not know the feeling of anything but his, her lips the sound of any other word than his name spilling from it.

So, this is going to end up SO long I’m making a part three for the smut. Thank you so much for your support and reading but means the world.

Much love, Rose xx

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Christmas at the Tower

Prompt: Quick snapshots of what’s going on at Avengers Tower this Christmas

Starring: Peter and Tony, Steve and Bucky, Clint and Nat, & Thor and Loki

A/N: I haven’t posted in a ridiculously long amount of time, but I decided to get my ass in gear for the holidays. I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of 2018 and get lots of great gifts this year!

December 24th, 11:59 PM- Iron-Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

Tony yawned as he watched his bots drill in the final pieces on his new Reindeer Revolver 2.5. A t-shirt launcher style machine that could fire reindeer plushies with maximum speed, silence, and accuracy. That’ll show Barton. He grabbed his mug and tried to take a big gulp, only to be met with a few cold drops of coffee and disappointment.

“FRIDAY, whip me up a fresh brew.” Tony put down the mug and rubbed his eyes.

“Apologies, Mr. Stark. Mr. Parker has insisted you get a good night’s rest instead.” The AI replied. Tony could hear the smugness in her robotic voice.

“Since when did the kid-”

“He’s here, Mr. Stark.” FRIDAY cut him off.

Right on cue, the elevator chimed. Tony swiveled around just in time to see a tinsel-covered Peter barrelling towards him. He barely had time to get up before he caught the boy in his arms. A crinkling package the size of his upper body blocking most of his view.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Stark!” Peter hopped back, holding out his slightly crushed gift.

Tony took the package off the boy’s hands with a chuckle. “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed, kid?”

“I wanted to be the first one to give you your present. Aunt May helped me with the wrapping, but I picked it out and put the bow on top.” Peter pointed to the little robots wearing Santa hats. He looked up at the man with bated breath.

Tony shook the package back and forth, holding it up to his ear. “Is it… a new robot?”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Come on, Mr. Stark, just open it already!”

“Alright, alright. Here we go!” Tony peeled off the tape, trying not to ruin the packaging. Taking a look at Peter, he tore open the wrappers faster. The boy looked like he would combust if Tony didn’t open it right that moment. Leaving the loose paper on the floor, he held up a familiarly dressed teddy bear.

“It’s you!” Peter exclaimed. “At first I thought it would be kinda dumb, but then Build-A-Bear just had to go and release the new Ironman bear. But when I went it was like, totally off. They couldn’t even get your hair right, so I got a regular bear and did it right. If you press the arc reactor, it’ll make laser noises. Isn’t that cool?”

Peter seemed to shrink as he rambled on. The poor kid, Tony thought. He was at a loss for what to say. He put in so much effort just to get a bear to look just like him. It had the little sunglasses and a tiny suit and everything. And true to his word, the arc reactor let out sound effects upon being pressed.

“This is, by far, the most handsome bear I’ve ever seen. Wouldn’t you agree, FRIDAY?” Tony held it up for inspection.

“Indeed, sir,” FRIDAY responded.

“You really like it?” Peter clasped his hands together.

Tony nodded and pat his head. “Of course I do! Look at this guy, he’s just like me! Only thing missing is a little matching spider-son bear. Hey, FRIDAY remind me to get that in the works tomorrow-”

“On it, sir.”

“-Thank you for the gift, Peter. I really appreciate it. This is by far going to be the best gift I’ve gotten.”

Peter looked like he was going to burst into tears. “I’m so glad you like it, Mr. Stark.”

“Aw, don’t cry on me kid. C’mere.” Tony opened his arms for a hug and was promptly tackled to the floor by the boy. It wasn’t as soft as he’d expected, but he laid there on the floor and hugged Peter as tightly as he could. He didn’t even mind breathing in the tinsel and aroma of burnt cookies from his holiday sweater.

“Sorry, Mr. Stark.” Peter scratched his head after helping the older man up.

“Don’t sweat it, kid. These kinds of reflexes are what makes you a top mark Avenger,” Tony grinned. Peter’s smile alone could have made ten Christmasses for the billionaire. “Say, why don’t we go up for some late night cocoa, get some rest, and then you can help me put the finishing touches on my Reindeer Revolver tomorrow morning?”

“Really?” Peter’s mouth was agape.

“Sure!” Tony nodded. “Your Aunt May can help too. She makes the best gingersnap cookies, I swear.”

The two stepped into the elevator and rode it all the way up to the main living space. A twinkling tree and pile of gifts greeted them upon entering the room. Tony pulled out two mugs as Peter fished out the cocoa powder and milk.

“Merry Christmas, Mr. Stark.”

“You too, kid. You too.”

December 25th, 8:00 AM- Two Old Hoots

It wasn’t exactly the most traditional thing to be out and about on Christmas morning. Everyone was probably back at the tower enjoying the premium heating and eating chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Part of him wanted to be back there with them, laughing and celebrating, but another part of Steve told him that he needed to be here. Walking around Central Park on the jolliest day of the year all by himself.

It was tranquil and cold. It had snowed just two days ago, covering the park in fluffy white flakes and crystal ice. There wasn’t a single soul in sight, except for the occasional squirrel and bird. Deeper into the park, the city noises faded away and all Steve was left with was his own thoughts and the whispering wind.

Here it felt less like he didn’t belong. It was familiar, even if a lot has changed in the park itself as well. He could close his eyes and imagine the winters he used to know. Him and Bucky sledding down hills and collapsing in a giant pile of stitched jackets and snow at the bottom. Peeking through shop windows for toys that they couldn’t afford. Sitting near the fireplace and talking about nothing for hours, huddling closer for warmth.

Opening his eyes and being greeted with none of it. Sometimes Steve was so confused on how he felt about just existing. If he really was supposed to be here, or if he should have just spent another Christmas taking an ice nap. He exhaled, releasing a single cloud of cold breath into the air.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Steve turned his head. A few steps behind him stood Bucky, wrapped up in a giant knit hat and scarf. His hands shoved into his pockets, and hair covering part of his face.

“How’d ya know?” Steve went back to gazing at the frozen lake.

He heard Bucky stand next to him and wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Call it intuition or years of training as the perfect tracker.”

Steve let out a single snort.

Bucky sighed. “We missed you at the tower this mornin’. I figured you just needed to clear your head. Presents already got opened though, so I figured I’d bring yours to you.”

Steve cocked his eyebrow and Bucky fished out two rectangles from inside his coat.

“It ain’t everything. Peter got you something the size of the tree, and I wasn’t gonna lug it all the way out here for your sorry ass. But these two are from me.”

Steve snorted. “That’s one way to start a Christmas.”

“Says the guy who got up at the crack of dawn to mope in a park.” Bucky elbowed the supersoldier. “Now are you gonna open ‘em?”

He gingerly unwrapped the package, revealing a picture frame. Turning it around, Steve gasped. “It’s…”

A very old photograph was tucked between the glass. Steve hadn’t seen it in decades. He recognized it as an old picture from his youth with Bucky. The two goofing off and having the grandest old time at Brighton Beach. His ma used to have it up near the radio back in the old Brooklyn apartment.

“Tony helped me track it down. I figured you could use it just about now.” Bucky squeezed his shoulder. Steve rested his head on his chest, letting a few rare tears escape from his eyes.

“It’s perfect, Buck.” He clutched the frame close to his chest and felt a wave of emotion sweep over him.

“Don’t you want to open up the other one too?”

Steve wiped away the tears with his sleeve, laughing. He handed over the first gift to Bucky while opening the second one. It was another picture, except taken in the 21st century. A snapshot of mornings at Avengers Tower. Taken by Peter, by the looks of it. The young boy tried to get into frame while holding the camera, only managing to capture the top half of his face. Steve knew he was smiling though. In the corner, Stark was scrolling through his phone but looked up just in time to shoot a casual smile. Nat had one of her friendlier blank faces on as she sipped on a cup of tea. In the back, Bruce and Thor could be seen chatting animatedly about something while Clint stuck his tongue out, holding a mug that read “Best Bird Dad.”

And right in the middle was Steve and Bucky curled up on the couch. The latter still grumpy from being woken up too early, but Steve was smiling.

Looking at it, he was overcome with a strange sense of peace. It didn’t feel like the good old days, but it did feel like home.

He looked up at Bucky, puzzled. The man only shrugged. “I know you miss it. The simpler days. Trust me, I know how you feel. We’ve lost so much and we’ve struggled. I don’t know how to explain it all that well, but I know that we ain’t alone.”

“Bucky…”

“I miss ‘em too. My ma, your ma, Becky… I know it’s not the forties anymore, but I just wanted you to know that you’ve still got a family. And you’ve still got me.”

Steve took another look at the two pictures. He still got a family.

“Now let’s head back before Tony eats all of the cookies. Peter said he saved some for me, but that kid’s big heart leads to trouble. All Tony needs to do is flash his sad dad eyes.”

The two burst out laughing as they headed out, hand in hand.

“Maybe it’s a sign that you should lay off the sweets then, punk.” Steve punched his arm.

“Jerk.” Bucky shoved him.

Walking back to the tower, Steve’s heart felt lighter.

December 25th, 2:39 PM- Reindeers, Hawks, and Spiders

Fwoop!

“Ow! That is it!” Clint stomped his foot and got up from the couch. A plush reindeer fell from his lap. Scooping it up, the archer marched down the hall and knocked on Natasha’s door ten times.

Nat opened the door to find a fuming Clint. “Merry Christmas to you too, Barton.”

“Cut the bullshit, Nat. I need your help.” Clint invited himself in and sat down on the purple beanbag chair. Nat had to buy it after the thirtieth time Clint came barging in like this.

Nat looked both ways in the hall before shutting her door. She was just in the middle of a movie marathon and a piping hot cup of jasmine tea. “What can I do that Prancer there can’t?”

Clint scoffed. “First of all, this is Vixen. You can tell by the antler shape. Second of all, revenge.”

The redhead stayed silent, making exaggeratedly loud sips.

“Stark’s stupid reindeer gun has been pelting me with these freaking deer all day long! All because I left one on his desk.”

“Really. Just one?” Nat didn’t sound convinced.

Clint whistled. “Yeah, one… every day for the entire month.”

Nat groaned. “This was your own doing!”

“Come on, Nat! You gotta help me. I got like, twenty in my room alone! I can’t even leave a room without being pelted in the face with one of these.”

“What do you want me to do?” Nat folded her arms.

Clint thought for a moment. “Stark has a little spider minion. Now it is time for me to recruit one of my own.”

“You do realize that, unlike Peter, I can’t shoot webs?”

“Oh don’t worry Nat,” Clint rubbed his hands together. “You don’t need to…”

Tony checked the lab, his room, and even the freezer. Peter was nowhere to be found. Not that the kid had to be next to him at all times, he just had a habit of always being near Tony. Especially when they’re in cahoots like they are now. Peter had been helping the man get Clint back for all the deer pranks. Something told him that not all was right in the Tower. It was way too long since Tony had run into Clint or Peter. In fact, Nat seemed to have disappeared as well. When Tony came by to deliver another batch of cookies, the spy was missing from her usual obscure Russian Christmas movie marathon. He re-entered the living room, coming face to face with the prankee himself.

“End of the line, Stark.” Clint held up two reindeer plushies by their hind legs, pointing them like guns.

Tony drew up his launcher. “I would be very careful with those, Barton.”

The tension in the air was palpable. The two men stared the other down, all the while guarding their weapons. Tony could only fire three plushies at a time. He’d need to go back to the lab or his office for refills. There was actually a sack of three dozen more behind the tree, but Barton didn’t need to know that. The price he had to pay for easy transport. Clint, on the other hand, had at least five more shoved under his sweater, but he would need to successfully hit each time. He may be a good shot, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be faster than an actual deer blaster.

Peter was having the time of his life. He didn’t know what miracle made it come true, but God or Santa must have been real that Christmas day because Natasha finally let him decorate her sweater!

“Aren’t those supposed to be used for Halloween?” She asked as he glued plastic spiders onto her red sweater.

“Yeah, but they fit your aesthetic.” Peter pointed out.

As he stood back to admire his work, which was a ton of spiders with smiley faces on them dancing around a sign that read I hope your Christmas is Deadly Fun!

Even Nat had to admit it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. The sound of glass breaking upstairs and a lot of shouting ruined the mood, though.

Peter could feel his Spidey sense go off as he rushed upstairs. The redhead trailed not far behind.

Upon entering the room, it was clear that they had just witnessed the aftermath of a war zone. Piles of reindeer plushies littered the floor. Tony and Clint lay on the floor, covered in Comets and Dashers. A few ornaments were knocked down from the tree, making a giant glittery mess on the floor.

“He started it!” They both shouted at the same time. Peter laughed, taking out his phone to get pictures as Nat shook her head.

“You two are cleaning this mess up.”

December 25th, 7:00 PM- You’re a Green One, Mr. Loki

“I don’t understand why we need to do all of this,” Loki grumbled as Thor plopped an elf hat on him. The younger sibling hadn’t quite taken to the holidays they celebrated on Midgard like his older brother. Upon learning of this fact about himself, the young Spider-boy had dubbed him ‘Mister Grinch’ and got a very good laugh out of everyone from it.

Loki only frowned. They were on their way to visit the Avengers for Stark’s holiday get-together, but the God of Mischief was dragging his feet.

“Come now, brother. Our friends are expecting us. The young lad Peter expressed to me his desire for you especially to join them again this year.” Thor said.

“Really now?” Loki scoffed. “And for what, to unveil to me more names of mockery?”

Thor only grinned. “I know you hold a soft spot in your heart for our Midgard friends. Let us go! You’ll surely feel the spirits of the holidays once we arrive!”

“I don’t think that’s what they meANT!” Loki yelped as Thor whisked them away with his hammer to Midgard.

Upon arriving at the tower, the pair were greeted with raised glasses and hugs all around. The latter coming mostly from Peter.

“Merry Christmas, my fellow Avengers!” Thor’s voice boomed. Loki slunk behind, trying not to draw so much attention. It seemed to work for the most part, as the heroes were all crowding around Thor.

Natasha walked up to him. “Did you bring the God Mead?”

Thor held out the bottle. “Yes, but I’d recommend extreme caution if you were to drink it. It could bring trouble to your tiny mortal bodies.”

“That’s just what I need.” Nat took it and went to pour herself a glass without another word.

Everyone else seemed to be having a blast on their own. Barely sparing a glance at the man all alone and brooding in the corner. The little boy-spider, however; was not as keen to leave him alone.

“Mr. Loki!” Peter rushed up to him. “I got you this!”

Loki didn’t have time to react as Peter put a felt hat in his hands. Unfolding the fabric, he could see that it was another elf hat with the words God of Mischi-ELF embroidered poorly onto it.

“Get it?”

Loki did not, but nodded anyway to spare the boy his feelings. This seemed to work, as Peter continued to talk about lots of other things at a very rapid pace. He could see how he was beginning to take after the antics of Stark.

“I wasn’t gonna sew it on, but I thought I could give embroidery a try and let me tell you, it was not easy. I looked up like thirty different YouTube tutorials. Aunt May tried to help, but I was too far gone by then. Still, I don’t think this was bad for my first time.”

“I could teach you.” Loki knew not what forces prompted him to speak those words. Yet, seeing the young boy’s face light up made a form of pride bubble up inside him.

“Really?” Peter whispered. “You know how to do embroidery?”

Loki shrugged. “Sure. My mother taught me.”

“Wow, Mr. Loki! Thank you so much! Wait ‘til Ned hears about this. I get to learn to embroider from a God!” Peter scurried off to hand Thor a similar hat that read Holly, Jolly, Godly on it.

As discreetly as he could, Loki quietly replaced the hat he was already wearing with the one Peter made for him. Looking at himself in the window reflection, the trickster though that it didn’t look half bad.

“Alright, everyone! Time for pictures!” Tony called. “You too, Mischi-elf.”

Gathering around the tree, Loki sulked in silence as Stark, Clint, and Steve bickered on how best to execute the photo.

“Nice hat.” Natasha appeared next to him.

Loki stared at her sweater curiously. “I could say the same for your Earth garment.”

“Peter.” She answered. The two shared a smile right as they announced the photo was to be taken.

Although it still looked like Loki was being his usual gloomy self in the photograph, if one looked closely they could see the faintest hint of a smile.

[avenging-fandoms]

Secret / Dacre Montgomery

*requested by @woahtatyana *Hey!! Ahh omg more Dacre Montgomery imagines maybe where like him and the reader just started dating and they wanna make it public? Something along those lines thanks! 💖 *in which y/n and dacre are dating and y/n is scared to go public with their relationship *WARNING: swearing, that's it *word count: 1129 *PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)

MASTERLIST

when you were casted in the movie ‘Power Rangers’ , you were super excited and nervous. it was a role that got you nervous; you were going to be a super hero

you walked onto set and were greeted by smiling faces.

“y/n y/l/n! i’m a huge fan! i’m Ludi Lin” ‘he had such nice cheekbones’ you though “i’m going to be playing zack”

“nice to meet you, i’m going to play kimberly” (omg i’m so sorry i love naomi but it’s for the story)

“nice! i’m becky, i’m gonna play trini”

“y-yeah i know. you’re an amazing actress and singer” you shake her hand

“thanks girl!”

“i’m RJ, i’m gonna be billy”

“pleasure to meet you, RJ”

“the pleasure is all mine, y/n” he smiles

“where’s dacre?” ludi asked

“probably getting fixed up or something” becky shrugged and turned to you “come on, i’ll show you to the hair and makeup trailer, then you’ll go to to wardrobe”

“i’m nervous” you confess and sit in the chair, setting your bag down

“we all are, but i think after today we’re all going to be just fine”

after your hair and make up was done, you went to wardrobe and got fitted for the scenes

you walked out of the trailer and try to fix something on your skirt and you accidentally slipped on the stairs. you started to fall and heard someone shout “woah!”

they grabbed your hips before you could fall and you laugh, standing up straight before looking at your knight and shining armor

“thanks for that”

“no problem, i’m dacre” he smiles and you smile back, but on the inside you were melting over him. he was gorgeous. he looked as if Zeus had created him himself.

“i’m y/n” you shake his hand

“so.. you ready to go shoot?”

“nervous”

“don’t be. you’re amazing at what you do” you smile and blush lightly. you two walk to set and go over your lines one more time before shooting

after a couple months of shooting, you and dacre had grown closer, and realised you two were falling for each other. he had asked you out on a date and you went, and it was the best day you’ve had since shooting the movie

after almost a year of shooting the movie, it was finally finished and you were sad, and happy. you loved hanging with the cast, they were your best friends.

today was the premiere of the movie and you were more nervous than usual. the night before dacre had dropped you off at your house and talked to you about something that had been on his mind

“hey, y/n? before you go, i want to talk to you about something” he twirled his thumbs and looked at you

“yeah, hon. what’s going on?” you two sat on the couch and you place your hand on his thigh

“we’ve been dating for 5 months now and only the movie people know. i think we should announce we’re dating at the premiere”

“o-okay”

“you don’t seem so sure about it, babe” his thumb ran over the back of your hand

“no, i am”

“okay” he smiles and holds your chin, kissing you sweetly.

you weren’t so sure about it now. you stood in front of the mirror in the room, dress on, hair and make up done amazingly

your stomach twisted. you knew dacre had a lot of supporters, and some supporters probably wouldn’t like the idea of you two together

you heard a knock on the door. “come in” you mumble and the door opens.

“you look...” dacre’s sentence trailed off and he came up behind you, hands on your waist, kissing your exposed shoulder “stunning” his kisses trailed from your shoulder to your neck “beautiful” he kissed behind your ear “i can’t believe you’re mine” he whispers against your skin. you smile and turn around, your hands on his neck 

“you’re too kind, monty” you smile and peck his lips

“you ready?” he took your hand in his and he started to walk but your stayed in place “what’s wrong?”

“i’m scared to tell everyone”

“why, baby?”

“cause.. people won’t like us together”

“who cares what they fucking think about us, babe. if we’re happy with ourselves, we shouldn’t care what others think!” he laughed and you smiled

“you are amazing, dacre kayd”

“i try, y/n y/m/n”

you and dacre walk out together, not holding hands. screams and flashes of lights were surrounding you.

“when do you want to do it?” you whispered in his ear

“when we’re front and center” he whispered back

you two took photos together, and with the rest of the cast, and then by yourselves. you got to the big sign of the title and the rangers behind it and dacre walked up to you

“ready?” you whispered, and he wrapped his arm around your back

"i was born ready" he smiled. you held his face and he connected his lips with you, and suddenly, you felt as if it was just you two at the premiere. no fans, no interviewers, no photographer. just you and dacre. 

you heard whooping around you and you started to come back to reality. you pull away and open your eyes slowly, looking up at dacre

"i uh.. i love you" dacre said ad you smile widely. your arms wrap around his neck and you place your forehead on his

"i love you more" he hugs you and twirls you

"aye dacre, you got a little something on your mouth!" ludi teased and you laughed, hiding your face in dacre's neck. dacre wiped his mouth and turned to you

"did i get it?"

"you're okay" you guys look at the cameras and dacre steps away from you a bit, holding your hand still "what are you doing?”

"proudly showing off what's mine" he twirled you around and laughed 

"finally! it’s been so hard to keep the secret that y’all are dating” RJ said and you two laugh

you and the cast took more photos together before going inside.

it was the happiest day of your life.

[imagineteamfreewill]

Exposed

Title: Exposed

Pairing: Reader x Model!Sam

Word Count: 3,763

Warnings: Fluff, public apologies, fist-fight

Beta: @jpadjackles

Summary: You’re an art student who accidentally meets the world-renowned model, Sam Winchester. When he wants to meet up with you, you accept, not knowing that your decision would throw you into the spotlight. And fame can be a cruel thing, especially when it comes to love.

A/N: This is part seven of the Fame series! Please, please, please know what you think! It’ll make my day, I promise.

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It was only a day before the news of Sam leaving Harvelle Agency was everywhere. Because of that, however, he was no longer working the same shoots that Becky was. It clearly threw a wrench in her plans to get with him, and you had no doubt that the model would be pissed.

Since he’d left the agency, Sam had taken up the habit of picking you up after your classes and bringing you back to his apartment to work on your plan to expose Becky’s nefarious actions. Most of the time Steph came to monitor the work since you and Sam got distracted easily—especially since he tended to go shirtless in his home. More than once she'd walked in on the two of you doing more kissing than working.

“So you think she'll take the bait? She's really going to go to this event just because I'm there?” Sam asked. His thumb was rubbing circles on your hip bone, his arm wrapped around your waist as the two of you stood looking over the papers scattered on his dining room table. You nodded, glancing up at him.

“She will. If I know anything about her—which I had better, considering I did all that research on her—she'll be there. She would do anything to get with you again, Sam,” you replied. You wrinkled your nose in distaste, just the thought of your boyfriend spending time with that dirty rat again making your stomach flip. Sam leaned down and pecked your lips once, then nodded.

“Okay. I trust you. And you’re sure this will work? She won’t be able to cover it up with another lie?” Sam questioned, doubt filling his eyes.

“I’m positive. She won’t be able to get out of this one. Now come on, Mister Supermodel. Time to go make yourself look pretty,” you teased. Sam grinned wide.

“You mean you don’t think I’m pretty already?” He pouted, pink lips pursed in mock sadness. You laughed and smacked his shoulder, pulling out of his grasp.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Of course I think you’re pretty!” you laughed. Sam kissed your cheek, the scruff from his still-forming beard scratching the delicate skin on your face before you could push him away. “Go shave!” you shouted after him as he walked to his room. Sam only laughed, leaving you to go over the details of your plan one last time before going to put on your dress.

Becky’s face stared up at you from the picture on the table and you flipped it over with a scowl. You’d see enough of her tonight. After another moment to calm yourself, you left the kitchen to get ready for the awards show, a small smile tugging up the corner of your lips when you thought of the look on her face after Sam’s speech.

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“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N! You look amazing!” Garth cried, pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled wide and hugged the driver back just as tightly. Sam cleared his throat and his chauffeur immediately stepped away from you. “Of course, tonight I’m the driver. Not a friend,” he added with a wink. You suppressed a giggle and slid into the backseat of the black SUV, Sam following your lead. Garth shut the door and for a brief moment, you sat in the silence with Sam. Reaching over the seat, he took your hand in his and squeezed gently. You glanced over to see him looking at you, pure adoration on his face.

“What?” you asked, blushing.

“Nothing, I… I’m just so glad you forgave me, even if it was a setup,” he replied. You brought Sam’s hand up to your lips, kissing it gently so you wouldn’t smear your lipstick.

“I’m glad I forgave you too, Sam. I’d have to be pretty dumb not to.”

Garth got into the driver’s seat just as Sam leaned over to kiss you, causing him to pull away clumsily before his lips had even brushed against yours. Garth had set a rule after only a few drives with the two of you, and now no kissing was allowed in the backseat. You’d complied with his wishes… for the most part.

“Everyone ready?” he asked from the front. Both you and Sam nodded, Sam adding another small squeezed to your hand. The car lurched into action and Garth pulled out of Sam’s apartment driveway onto the street.

The awards show wasn’t very far away, and it only took a half hour to get there. In that time you and Sam reviewed the plan. He was scheduled to announce an award winner during the ceremony, which had been publicized ahead of time. There was no doubt Becky hadn’t heard about it, and Sam had told you that getting a ticket was well within the reach of his former agency. It would be a piece of cake for her to attend.

Sam had gotten permission ahead of time to make a small, apologetic speech regarding the recent news about him, you, and Becky. The two of you had drafted the speech together, carefully crafting it along with a handy photo presentation that you’d managed to get to the people in charge of the screens at the ceremony. One of your friends from high school was the new director of technology at the theatre. It had only taken you a small bribe and a few nostalgia-filled dinners to get him to agree to show the photos. He didn’t know the full extent of the damage they would cause, but you knew that after Sam’s speech nobody would be focused on the supposed slip up the director had made. They’d all be enraptured on the tangled mess that Becky had gotten herself into because of her lies.

Garth parked alongside the carpet, and even from inside the car you could hear the reporters clamoring for the many stars to answer their questions or smile for a photo. Sam kept your hand gripped tightly in his.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded and flashed him a confident smile. It had been awhile since your first carpet walk with Sam, but you told yourself that this time you were going in prepared, and you had something to focus on during the long walk. Nevertheless, the moment Garth opened the door you felt nervousness clench in your stomach and you froze. Sam was holding out his hand to help you down and you looked at him, terrified.

“You’re okay, Y/N. I got you. We’re okay,” Sam said, his voice somehow reaching you over the commotion of the press. Slowly, you slipped your hand into his once again and let him help you out onto the ground.

He kept your hand in his, fingers laced together, as the various press agents scattered along the carpet led you from position to position. At each spot, you smiled shakily for the cameras. Their flashes blinded you, but you focused on the feel of Sam’s hand on the small of your back, guiding you when your senses dimmed from the noise and the lights. You could feel his fingers brush the skin revealed by the cutouts on your dress, and you looked up at him. Your smile turned genuine when you caught him looking at you as well.

“You okay?” Sam asked. You nodded and giggled a little.

“I think this would be more fun if I could see your face better. Right now you’ve got white flashes all over your face,” you laughed. Sam shook his head, lips pulled wide in an amused smile. He leaned down so he was closer; the tip of his nose touched yours, his breath brushing over your tinted lips.

“Can you see me now?” he asked. You shook your head coyly.

“Not yet. You’ll have to get a bit closer, Winchester. Those flashes are bright,” you replied. Sam grinned wider and finally pressed his lips to yours, his smile only diminishing so he could give you a proper kiss. If you hadn’t been holding onto him you would’ve fallen down when your knees buckled. Your legs felt like jelly and you weren’t sure if was from the kiss itself, or if you’d lost feeling because of the heels you’d been forced to wear. You hadn’t known that awards ceremonies could have a dress code, but apparently, they did. Either way, your stability was shot.

The two of you were pulled from the bubble of your moment together by the appreciative cheering and hollering of the press, and you blushed. You held onto Sam, hiding shyly in his embrace. He laughed softly and kissed the top of your head.

“You gonna be alright for a few more pictures? Don’t your feet hurt?” he asked, his voice low in your ear.

“My feet hurt like hell, Sam, but I’d walk in these things for hours for you,” you replied. Sam’s face broke wide with another grin and you smiled back, pleased with his reaction. A moment later he let you go, turning his back on you. Confused, you watched as he bent slightly, then looked over his shoulder.

“Come on. I’ll give you a piggyback ride,” he grinned. You laughed and shook your head.

“No way! There’s no way that’s allowed!” You glanced over at the photographers, who were eating this up, and then at the press agents. The agents weren’t paying you any attention as you looked back at Sam, who smiled and nodded in encouragement. After a second you gave up and climbed onto Sam’s back. He held onto you tightly and straightened, then smiled wide at the photographers. You grinned and kissed his cheek.

“They’re gonna think you’re crazy, Sam Winchester!”

“I am crazy, crazy about you!” he crooned. You laughed and smacked one of his shoulders, rolling your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous.”

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All around you were celebrities, and you were struggling to restrain yourself from asking each and every one of them to take a picture with you. They all chatted with each other during the ceremony breaks like old friends. Every once and awhile one would catch your eye and smile politely, but for the most part, they left you alone.

Sighing, you sat back in your seat. When the awards were televised, you didn’t realize that commercial breaks were only a thing so that the celebrities at the ceremony could get up and stretch their legs. If the breaks had seemed long at home, they were even longer now. You glanced at your phone to see if Sam had texted you from backstage. There was no service in the auditorium, however, and you groaned quietly.

You almost cheered when the lights dimmed for the next award, and you watched as the cameras got into position. The announcer’s booming voice came once again over the elaborate sound system in the theatre, causing you to jump.

“And now, announcing the winner of Photographer of the Year, Samuel Winchester!” Applause came from all around the auditorium and you couldn’t help but smile wide when Sam stepped out onto the stage. He looked absolutely stunning in his gray jacket and navy shirt—you’d practically swooned when he stepped out of the bedroom earlier that evening.

You knew that Sam wasn’t the best in front of crowds, considering he did most of his work posing in photo shoots and not making speeches, so you hoped that despite the bright lights and cameras shining in his face he would still be able to see you. You’d made sure to point out where you were sitting in relation to the stage before Sam had gone backstage to prepare, and you noticed that his eyes kept flicking over to your section as he made his way to the microphone. There was a smile pasted on his face the whole walk to the microphone, but he soon grew serious.

“Before I announce the winner of this fantastic award, I’d like to publicly apologize for the inappropriate things that have been circling in the media both about myself and my girlfriend Y/N lately,” Sam began. “Those things are trivial compared to what a lot of people around the world face on a daily basis and our relationship disputes should be kept to ourselves. However, I would like to point out that there was another party involved with this.” The first picture of you and Sam making out flashed up on the large display screens behind him, and you immediately flushed, sinking down in your seat. Murmurs and whispers erupted throughout the auditorium, and suddenly thousands of eyes were watching you. A few of the cameras focused on you as well and you silently willed Sam to continue.

“Y/N and I had no knowledge of this photograph being taken of us, and I can promise you that the effect it had both on my career and my girlfriend’s life was intentional. The person who took this picture knew exactly what they were doing. But they did a lot more than just publish this photo. They also stepped into my personal life,” Sam said. The next picture showed up on the screens and you heard several gasps from the road behind you. Becky’s face was clear in the photo. The model-slash-paparazzi was hiding behind a car, her camera angled at you and Sam as you jogged down the opposite side of the street as her. Anyone who knew anything about modeling could tell that this wasn’t just a model doing a shoot with her friends; it was clear that you and Sam didn’t know Becky was there.

The image changed again and this time it was a picture of Becky at a coffee shop, sitting across from a man whose distinguishable face would not go unnoticed. The curly haired man was well-known for his incredible influence via his magazines and tabloids. He was reaching across the table for Becky’s camera, and in the next picture he was looking through it with a smile. Becky wore a smug smile of her own.

“Becky Rosen has been a model at Harvelle Agencies for a little less than two months, and in that time she’s not only managed to temporarily ruin my relationship, but my career as well. As you can see by these pictures, she has been showing and selling her photographs of myself and most definitely of others to Metatron Enterprises.

“It’s easy to see that Miss Rosen isn’t looking out for the other people in the modeling industry. As a whole, we should be working together. There will always be competition among us, but purposeful attempts to hurt someone’s career and personal life shouldn’t happen. I never intended to become involved with her. This entire scandal is due to Miss Rosen’s involvement with Metatron Enterprises, not because I’m willing to give up the person I love so easily,” he finished. The theatre was silent, the entire audience held enraptured my Sam’s words. In that brief moment, you sat up taller, a small smile curling up the corners of your lips. Sam’s years in law school had come in handy, that’s for sure. After a second Sam shrugged his shoulders, shifting from his more serious side to his goofier one. With a single smile from him, the whole atmosphere changed. People began to smile and relax all around you, and you could tell that Sam was more at ease as well.

“Now that all that’s been cleared up, I’d like to read off the nominees for Photographer of the Year,” Sam laughed. He read from the prompter in front of him now, and the image of Becky with Metatron faded from the screens to proudly display the nominees.

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“That was quite an impressive… speech your boyfriend made today.” You looked up from your drink to find a pair of captivating eyes focused on you. You blinked, surprised.

“Excuse me?” you asked. The woman laughed, her flaming red curls bouncing as she tossed her head back.

“I said that Samuel’s speech was impressive,” she repeated. “I’m Rowena, you must be Y/N.” You nodded dumbly, shaking the woman’s lithe hand.

“It’s nice to meet you. Are you a friend of Sam’s?” you questioned, setting your drink down and gesturing for her to sit in the seat beside you at the bar. She accepted, sitting and gesturing for the shirtless bartender to bring her a drink. Whoever had planned the ceremony’s after party was certainly fond of shirtless men, as all the waiters and bartenders seemed to be lacking that particular item of clothing. All of them paled in comparison to Sam, however, and the thought made you smile to yourself.

“Not exactly. We haven’t spoken much, but I avidly follow his work. He’s quite an attractive lad,” Rowena smiled. You blushed and nodded in agreement. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Y/N. I was surprised to hear Sam’s account of what happened between the two of you and that awful woman! She seemed so nice when I met her.”

“There’s more than meets the eye when it comes to a lot of people,” you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

“So it seems,” she crooned, a mischievous sparkle in her eye. You shifted in your seat, somewhat unnerved by the woman’s mysterious attitude, but you soon pushed it aside when she began to talk about how her expectations for the award winners had panned out.

Rowena’s accent was pronounced, and the whole time she talked you tried to place it. Having no luck, you finally came right out and asked her, hoping you wouldn’t be considered impolite for having done so. Fortunately, the woman laughed it off and smiled warmly.

“I’m from Scotland, dear. I never quite lost the accent, but I like to think it’s come in handy. Most of my work has been television commercials, and that’s all because of it,” she told you.

“You do commercials?”

“Right now they have me promoting a new perfume,” Rowena said. “You might have heard the slogan before, it’s very popular. ‘I put a spell on you.’” Almost immediately you recognized the saying and you nodded eagerly. You were just about to relay as much when you felt a hand on your shoulder. The person pulled you off the stool you were seated on, using your lack of stability in your shoes to knock you to the ground. You looked up to see a furious Becky standing above you. One of her eyes twitched in anger and her fists were balled up at her sides.

“How dare you?” she shouted. The shock from your fall still rolled over you in waves and you blinked dumbly up at her. Becky’s shouting was beginning to draw attention, and celebrities watched avidly in a circle around the two of you.

“I—” you began to stammer.

“Don’t you dare say anything to me! Sam was mine and then you had to interfere! I worked too hard to have you ruin this for me! I’ve loved him since I was a kid!” she spat. “Stay out of my way, he’s mine! I loved him first!” Becky dropped to her knees, straddling your thighs. You squirmed to get away from her, terrified of the prospect of what she could do to you in her position. Fury burned in her eyes and her lips pressed together tightly as her jaw clenched in anger.

“Now, dearie, that isn’t any way to act,” Rowena interjected before you could say another word. Becky ignored her entirely and focused on you. Just as you opened your mouth to say something to the model who was practically in your lap, she was pulled off of you by two burly security guards in black shirts. They held her by the straps of her dress, easily keeping her away from you even though she thrashed wildly. Rowena helped you to your feet, then kindly brushed off the back of your dress for you while you watched the two men drag Becky away. She hurled insults at you the whole way out the door.

Taking a shaky breath, you downed the rest of your drink and gestured for the bartender to bring you another one. He nodded, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you alright?” Sam pushed through the crowd that was just beginning to disperse. He pulled you into his arms, crushing you against him. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here to keep her away from you,” he apologized. You coughed and Sam let you go, his hazel eyes searching yours for any sign of distress.

“I’m fine, Sam, I’m okay,” you told him.

“She’s just a bit shaken up, Samuel. Come sit with us,” Rowena said, smiling. Sam exhaled in relief and nodded, taking the seat on the other side of yours. He glanced curiously at Rowena but didn’t say anything. You took your seat again, taking his hand under the bar and squeezing it reassuringly. The bartender brought your drink and you thanked him. The three of you drank in silence, listening to the dance music play over the speakers.

Rowena eventually left after a few more brief conversations about the awards, leaving you with her number and a promise of getting together within the week. Soon after, people began to filter out of the club to head off towards their next party. You and Sam opted to skip the rest of the parties and head home, telling yourselves that you’d deserved a long night of rest.

Garth dropped the two of you off at Sam’s apartment just after midnight and you dragged yourself up the stairs to his bedroom. You flopped down on the bed with a long groan.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Sam’s voice had an edge of panic to it and you reached an arm out towards him, your face still pressed against his pillow.

“M’tired,” your mumbled. Chuckling, Sam climbed into the bed beside you.

“C’mere, come lay with me,” he murmured. Wearily, you pushed yourself up on the mattress so you could rest your head on Sam’s chest. He began to run his fingers through your hair, humming soothingly. His chest rumbled as he did and soon you were fast asleep. Sam watched as your chest rose and fell evenly, your face innocent and smooth as you slept soundly in his arms. He smiled slightly and closed his eyes. Both of you were still dressed to the nines when he fell asleep, and both of your heads were filled with dreams of a quiet life together—without Becky.

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A\N: This fic addresses Thorgy leaving for AS3 and how this will affect his relationship with Acid. Also shalaska is briefly mentioned, since one of my main inspirations for this was this pic

Also this is a fic comes with a playlist ( clever, huh?) and I strongly recommend you guys to listen after reading the it 👌

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*

Shane witnessed many sunsets, but he was more drawn to sunrises. They meant you get a new chance again, to start from scratch.

His absolute favorite was the view from his grandfather’s porch in Norway, back then when he was too young to get struck by the beauty of the most common phenomenon in nature. As adults, we are always looking up to sky, to catch a breath when everything is too overwhelming or simply to find an answer in heaven for the fresh new hell of the day.

In 2011, his dearest was from the top of his apartment. The rooftop became his favorite hideaway to smoke weed, to enjoy the few moments of silence in the city and to throw parties after Saliva nights. Sharon Needles was the guest queen tonight and the whole Haus of Haunt was there mingling with the Brooklyn folks.

The day was rising and everyone seemed exactly what they were, the true colors of the creatures of the night, pale faces with smudged make up and outfit remains, being exposed to the light coming from the East. It was a gentle exposure, the yellow mixing with soft strokes of pink and blue shades. The night before was hot and Shane was wearing the minimum. A black tank top and shorts, barefoot. He was sitting on the floor, resting his back on the low wall of the edge. Everything was still a bit blurry, he wasn't wasted, but in that languid state that comes after a long night of drinking.

We found love was playing for the hundred time. He was observing a photographer friend taking pictures of Sharon, while fumbling the first cigarette of the day. There was nothing left, he realized observing the astray full of ashes on the floor and the empty package. Sharon was walking towards his direction and sat on the floor. Aaron wasn’t much different from Sharon. He was still pale, cartoonish thin, and looked like he didn’t belong to that period of time or any time ever.

“You’re out too?” he asked making a gesture of holding a cigarette and Shane nodded.

Aaron sat by his side staring at the sunset, splashed with the new colors.

“You have quite a view here” Aaron added resting his chin on his forearm. Then he made a Nosferatu impersonation. “Look, Thorgy, thanks for letting me and Lasky crashing here these couple of days. I have to make this trip to L.A, for the prosthetic course and I could surely save the hotel money and-

Aaron noticed Shane’s face full of disbelief.

“If the rumors are true money won’t be a problem for you for a long time” Shane scoffed. Rumor has it Sharon was in the cast for Rupaul’s Drag Race. The show was becoming a hit in the LBGT community and getting bigger. Thorgy auditioned one more time, and by his own math, he was sure he didn't make it.

“Look, do you really think they would cast a freak like me? I spill blood on my performances and my boyfriend lets people piss on him on stage…”

Shane chuckled and observed Alaska talking to some queens in the back. She was still in full drag, black panties and a bra and an even more exaggerated Divine make-up.

Maybe the world wasn’t ready for them yet.

“How do you do that? Two queens in love must be a messy mess. But you guys are so passionate…from what I unfortunately heard…thin walls” he tilted his head in a suggestive way.

“Love is a mess. We’re people. Dressed as clowns and craving for more attention than usual, but just people” Aaron shrugged and draw his attention to the horizon again.

Shane took few seconds to sink the casually profound meaning of his words. He was there, bare. He was a person. Sometimes it was hard for him to peel all the layers, to let people see him. Since he was a child he tried to divert everyone else to see him. His instruments were shields that make beautiful sounds and drag covered him completely.

“Look at these beauties contemplating the birth of time!”

His photographer friend was pointing the camera at them and Shane started to protest covering his face.

Sharon tapped on his thigh excited, “Girl, let’s pretend we have discovered the meaning of all this bullshit. To our future stardom right there on that goddamn stinky corner”

Shane giggled and agreed. They positioned themselves as the camera lens captured the moment, the pink lighting illuminating their wishful thinking. In Brooklyn there was still a lot of green, the tall gray buildings cutting the view from behind. The Tribute in Light set where the Twin Towers once stood was translucent and yet radiant, a constant memento that we’re more than what meets the eye. In the light of morning it was completely turned off, not a single trace of what was there.

“The Twin Towers now can only be seen at night…” he spoke loud almost in a whisper. But Aaron heard and agreed.

“Just like us”

*

Jamin knew something strange was happening the minute Shane went quiet. It was never a good sign. That man was transparent. All his emotions were obvious, a sort of childish trade that Shane never grow out of it. Jamin knows when he cooks something terrible because every time Shane immediately makes a face or bluntly spit it. He knows when Shane is close to come because, because grins with eyes shut, and bites his lower lip to not moan louder. All his emotions tracked down.

He was cast to All Stars 3.

He confessed during dinner. They were having a pasta Beckie made and Jamin brought the leftovers. Jamin couldn’t be more happy, but Shane stood there motionless, as if waiting permission to be excited about it.

“You know, somehow I was waiting for you to answer me too, bitch and that we would be together again stuck in that fake brick prison again. I wonder if people know about us. It would make good television!” then he pretended to announce it like it was the news on TV, “Brooklyn sweetheart saves Bitter Betty from terminal loneliness”

Jamin rolled eyes shaking his head. Shane grabbed Jamin’s forearm excited midway while he was moving the fork into his mouth.

“We could make out on that huge table, ugh, I can’t believe you’re not going with me.”

“Shane, we’ve had this conversation before. I knew it wasn’t going to happen” he scoffed forking his noodles again and hoping not to be interrupted. Shane still was grabbing his arm, but the pressure was getting softer.

“Imagine that, I would be like “Betty is terrible. We’re getting married after the show”. Edit that motherfuckers!”

Jamin laughed against his will, and felt his stomach swirl but kept looking at his food. The whole weight of Shane’s stare on him.

“You’re going to organize that closet. And gather new outfits.” he trailed it off.

“I’m still sinking in that this is really happening, I’m trying to keep the freak out levels at the minimum.  Kirk is coming this week to help me because I don’t even know where to start and I’m travelling next week for that wedding and…I miss you already. What the fuck I’m doing? I can’t do this again. I’m gonna bomb this so hard”

“Hey hey…”

Jamin was the one now reaching for Shane’s hand over the table.

“Stop it. I’m here, and I’ll be when you come back too. Whoever they are you’re gonna slay them all”

Then he fetched the dishes from the table while Shane stood there, hugging his knees still thinking about what to come. Jamin pick up some of the sauce of his plate with his finger and brushed on Shane’s nose and cheeks. He stood there not amused trying to not laugh but he ended up letting go a soft chuckle.

“Here’s your first look. Queen of condiments” he teased him leaving him on the table taking the dish to the sink.

*

After spending the whole day cleaning up the pile of thrift treasure that was his apartment with Kirk, the place was now filled with boxes everywhere and Shane was completely drunk. His cleaning partner was on the couch already passed out when Jamin arrived.

Jamin reached the conclusion that the living room looked bigger, even with so many boxes lying around. He had a funny expression behind the thick arrow glasses while scratching the chin.  

Shane knew he looked more homeless than ever, still with his comfy pants, sweaty and his hair. He didn’t even want to think about it. The last time he went to to the hairdresser he chose really long dreads and he was trying to tame them.

“Did you guys leave any wine left?” Jamin asked putting his backpack down on the couch and crossing his arms in front of his chest. Kirk didn’t even answered. Shane was finishing doing the dishes. They had two boxes of pizza and he was still full. Jamin approached him from behind kissing his shoulder blade.

“I’m disgusting” he flinched with his touch but Jamin didn’t mind, pushing away his dreads and nuzzling on his nape, hugging him from behind. Jamin was so tender with him all the time he wondered if he was covered in mud he would still want to touch him. He smiled sweetly by the thought. “Kirk saved a bottle for you because I have no self-control.  I’m taking a shower and we can go to the rooftop?”

Jamin that was concentrated in the beginning of Shane's jaw line stopped the kissing, “Wasn’t it blocked?” he asked confused.

“Not anymore! The ledge is not broken anymore” Shane replied finishing the last plate but Jamin seemed not convinced.

“Bitch, if that thing breaks down down my fat ass won’t be enough to save us both to crash down on the concrete”

Shane turned to face him and squeezed his ass with both hands pretending to analysing the possibility.

“I think it would” he replied giggling.

“Ah-hem”

The tall redhead was behind them with bag on her shoulders ready to leave and they quickly broke the embrace. Jamin went to the fridge to grab some water and Shane started fixing the elastic band in his hair. She knew about them but it didn’t mean they could feel up each other in front of her.

“I’m leaving. Please, continue your...security measures” She added laughing. Shane took her to the door feeling his cheeks burning.

*

Shane’s rooftop was still his favorite hideaway. It wasn’t glamorous at all, it only had some washed out beach chairs, plant vases from the neighbors, and a table that was there since Shane moved in. But being there had a whole meaning. It  meant that it wasn’t freezing. That he could have a cigarette with Alvy after dinner and talk about each other's family issues. That he could have deep conversations with Jamin under the moonlight that would end up with him sleeping in the middle of it.

They brought an old mattress to the place, a bottle of wine and some cigarettes. Shane was resting his head on Jamin’s thigh and drinking directly from the bottle. Jamin seemed far away taking a puff on his cigarette and caressing Shane’s forehead.

His fingers were cold and soft. He didn’t have callus like Shane. He loved his hands and all the things they could make him feel. He stared deeply at the sky and he could swear it was full of stars even though this was impossible in New York.

“Were you really mad after you lost that Legend awards? I was thinking about it these days…I” he stuttered feeling confused with the alcohol still running on his blood. He positioned himself sitting and facing Jamin, with crossed legs. “I don’ want you to feel like I’m stealing something from you. Because we both want this. That’s how I felt, like, I was really happy about winning but I know how much it meant to you. And you, oh my god, you blew my mind since I was that busted obnoxious twink. When you talked to me for the first time in that club I thought you’re were going to rip my head off…you were SO fierce”

Jamin took a few seconds to understand Shane’s rambling and where did it come from.

“Thorg, I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad with...Brooklyn in general. You know I wasn’t in good terms with the girls back the and I knew they wanted to see me crack, that's the fucking truth. And being the sensible flower that I secretly am…” his voice dropped down those octaves in a funny way, “Well, I did” he shrugged not bothered.

“I don't know, I was afraid this would backlash somehow, I know I’m crazy, but I keep thinking you’re gonna leave any second…I even made a playlist of heatbreaking songs for you to hear when I’m away that will make you feel bad by the thought of leaving me.”

Jamin laughed shaking his head putting the cigarette away and bringing Shane to lay again, locked between  his arms closer to his chest. He looked down at Thorgy worried face.

“I would plug in if I could touch my ears, but I can’t” he reassured  Shane shaking him a bit, Shane laughed getting out of his embrace.

“Asshole!” Shane uttered laughing and sitting again, drinking one more sip from the bottle. He was feeling brave enough to let it all out. “I was also freaking about with the possibility of facing another heartfelt lip-sync. You know, I have difficulties to get in touch with these emotions when I’m on stage…I feel so exposed? It’s like when that producer asked me to talk about my mom and I just couldn’t. I don’t want them to know this side of me-

Before he could engage in another monologue Jamin interrupted him.

“You need to stop feeling like you don’t deserve love. That people wouldn’t like you if you stopped making them laugh.”

Shane deep sighed closing his eyes in agreement. He was going to miss Jamin in that workroom so much taking him out of his nonsense.

“And you better be fucking prepared to bare your soul, because if my girl Chi Chi is in, well, that bitch is going to assassin everyone”

“I know, like shit” he drank again and Acid took it from his hands and finished the bottle.

Then Shane laid down resting his head on Jamin’s thigh again, staring at the sky once more. Somehow all the stars from before had disappeared.

*

Goodbyes were never easy for anyone but Jamin could handle them surprisingly well. He always kept in mind that was the natural course of things, that nothing could last forever. With Shane, it wasn’t a definite good-bye, but he knew everything was going to change after AS3. If the odds were in Thorgy’s favor, and Jamin deeply wished  they were, he  was going to back home with a crown.

Jamin had a valuable gift on his hand too.

The ring was in a box holographic box he made himself. It didn’t belong to anyone before him, this was all Shane’s to write their own story. He thought this through over and over again, trying to rewind their past like he could make sense of all their countless encounters through the years that didn’t seem significant. Nothing really important seems significant at the moment, and that's the tricky part of life. And somehow, all of these insignificant encounters were leading them to this tiny box inside his backpack.

Shane went to a friend’s wedding in Ohio and when he got home they barely saw each other. Leaving for Drag Race meant a lot of preparation and with all the cast rumors coming up he decided to disconnect completely. Jamin was there helping him with the process as much he could, but he knew his boyfriend, and knew he had a very strong point of view about how he wanted things.

It was all a mess until it wasn’t anymore. All set to go in a heartbeat.

Shane decided to throw a party, “make-up course cruise part II” to his closest friends before leaving for L.A. Everybody knew what was going on but they couldn’t talk about it. Some Brooklyn girls, Ruby, Ragga, Miz Jade, Lady Havokk and Alotta and the assistants. He saw his dad recently and stayed in his house was always good for him. All the support group he needed.

Most people there knew about them, but because of some of them that didn’t know they had to keep it down. They started drinking early because Shane’s flight was in the middle of dawn. Jamin wanted him all for himself, but everything happened so fast he didn’t have the time to think through. He knew the folks would stay there until the last minute.

“So, Acid, are you going to a make-up cruise too?”Alotta asked when they gathered up in the kitchen.

“For teaching them? Yeah!” he sassy replied taking a sip in his drink.

“Betty has a free schedule, but it doesn’t happen only when is AS3 disappearing season!” Miz Jade teased him.

“I’m sitting on a pile of Ru money now. Working is an option” he shrugged raising his brows in a smug way.

“Especially when you hit your age!” Allotta added and Jamin whispered a “bitch” through his drink shaking his head.

Everybody was laughing when Shane busted in the conversation in the small kitchen area.

“Get out of my kitchen, whores. I need my snacks. And take your seats because I’m performing in fifteen minutes”

The girls left the kitchen while Jamin stood there observing Shane emptying a bag of peanuts into a bowl.

“You are so being mysterious about this performance but I don’t see you getting dressed and ready in fifteen minutes. Tell me you’re not pulling me off stage to sniff my armpit or any other shit so I can be prepared.”

Shane opened a mischievous smile but didn’t say anything.

“You better take your seat” he warned him proud of himself patting on his shoulder and leaving with his peanuts bowl. Jamin rolled his eyes and followed him to join the rest of the group in the living room.

*

Few minutes later Kirk was setting Shane’s cello in the middle of the living room. Jamin was relieved that he was going to play something so his hands would be busy to not pull anyone from the audience.  He was curious about the number though.

It was a common scene to see Shane playing around the house. Lately the cello was getting especial attention, maybe because it needed more practice since he learned by himself. Every time he made a mistake he would go through it over and over again until Jamin would make a comment for him to stop.

Jamin couldn’t notice the mistakes but he needed him to understand that even in classical music the little imperfections are what makes every musician unique. And the comment was followed by an annoyed shut up anyways.

Shane arrived in the room fully dressed as if he was playing at the Carnegie Hall. All suited all in black and white and people were clapping and whistling with the unusual attire. It was perfectly fit for his long and slender figure. He was wearing a headband to keep all the dreads tidy and neat but they were part loose. He fixed his glasses before sitting and winked at Jamin when their eyes met.

Kate, one of Shane’s friends stood up and was going to introduce him.

“Since we have such a big hall to play tonight I’m going to sing this a capella, so don’t judge me too hard” the brunette with curly black hair seemed a bit nervous,  Jamin didn’t know much about her but the fact she was an excellent singer.

She nodded at Shane giving him the sign that she was ready. He closed his eyes and the whole room went quiet. The somber cello notes started resonating in the place. He opened a sweet and sort of smug smile, every musician has the playing-the-instrument-face and Shane’s couldn’t be cuter.

“And I’m telling you…I’m not going…you're the best man I'll ever know, there's no way I can ever go…no no no…”

Everybody started clapping but Jamin couldn’t even move completely in awe. Kate had a sultry but sad tone, and their version was lower than the original. She continued singing and he kept his eyes closed, but his face was making many expressions. Sometimes he would even lip-sync a bit.

This was the exorcism Shane needed.

Jamin knew Thorgy was ready. So ready to get what she deserved.

“I don’t wanna be free, I’m staying, I’m staying! And you, and you, and you, you're gonna love meeee”

She ended the song not belting her lungs out, but almost pleading. It was a beautiful redemption of the song. Jamin tried to keep his eyes from watering up. When the last notes stopped everyone was clapping and Shane finally opened his eyes and bowed to his small audience.

Chi Chi’s ghostly figure fading away in Jamin’s memory. All he cared about was that man in front of him. There was no way indeed.

*

Once again they were in the rooftop. Only Ragga stayed because she needed to check if everything was really there for the hundred time and she released Shane from his duty to spend some time with Jamin.

Shane brought the old mattress to the rooftop again, but it was a bit chilly so he brought a blanket too. Jamin was stood up smoking and leaning on the ledge. Shane was tired of carrying the thing throughout flight of the stairs and just threw it absently the thing on the floor, next to the a small cabin where the electricity system of the building was. Jamin was wearing a black t-shirt and shorts with sneakers, a look that was quiet Shane's weakness. He was still wearing the black slacks and the white dress shirt, but the sleeves were rolled up and he was getting rid off the bow tie walking towards Jamin that was staring at him from up to bottom.

“Don’t take it all off” Jamin asked him taking a puff in his cigarette and raising his brow.

Shane stopped midway letting it around his collar like a towel. Then Jamin walked to the ending of the ledge where there was an outlet and turned on the switch. And the whole length was lit by colorful lights.

“Ta-da!” he opened his arms and threw the cigarette out. Shane’s face was beautifully lit by all the different lights, making his tiny eyes sparkle.

“Merry Christmas! Wooo!” he threw his arms up in the air giggling and Jamin approached him slowy just to grab him by the tie pulling him for a kiss.

Sometimes he wondered of their constant dance of leaving and coming back was the fuel, wrapping his arms around Shane waist almost swiping him from the floor and lowering him down to lay on the mattress. They never had sex on the rooftop because anyone from the neighborhood buildings could see them, and yet Jamin just couldn’t stop. His hands were unbuttoning Shane’s shirt while he was struggling to take his shoes off with Jamin all over him.

“Wait..” he asked giggling quite breathless pushing him away a bit so he could find a good angle to remove his shoes. But Jamin’s hand were inside his pants already. “Fuck!” he gave up midway of the process of taking the other shoe.

Jamin could feel he was little bit tense because the neighbors could come out any second. The buildings were so close they could easily talk to people from their balconies.

“So we’re really doing this…you’re getting me arrested before I-I- leave” he managed to whisper trembling while Jamin was nibbling on his chest and reaching for his throat. Shane was still dressed but the shirt completely open and his pants half down. Jamin just grunted impatiently and without further ado took Shane's cock inside his mouth urgently. Shane muscles finally relaxed and he collapsed on the mattress giving in.

He kept working on his cock until it was almost hurting, everything was so fast Shane’s body was still awaking with the urgent stimulation. Shane's were fingers inside Jamin’s black curls gently pulling them up and down, as he guided the pace. The feeling of Jamin's piercing reaching the right spot under his length.

The streets were quiet and all they could hear was the faint sounds of the cars and people on the street, and Shane's moaning. Jamin stopped finally going up for a kiss grabbing Shane’s face, his lips still glistening.

“Fuck me…” he finally said something, and Shane’s promptly answered his request helping Jamin taking off his shorts but when he tried to remove his shirt Jamin stopped him. “No need, just fuck me now” he commanded holding Shane’s wrist.

Shane laughed at his ungency and prompted himself over Jamin, between his bare legs, caressing them and scrathing, burying himself on his neck, placing all his weight over him. Shane searched for some lube inside his pocket and tried to rip the lube sachet but was failing miserably. Jamin took from his hands exasperated  ripping it. He put all the liquid on his hand and reached down for Shane’s cock, never leaving his eyes. He applied with both hands, using Shane almost as a new toy, rubbing him on his entrance, teasing as he couldn’t almost hold the weight of his body.

“Are you kidding me??” Shane pleased with closed eyes, a smile full of pleasure as Jamin lead him in and out slowly, but then he was done with the teasing pinned one of Jamin’s arm on the mattress and penetrating him completely, making him curl with pleasure clutching his free hand on Shane’s back.  He knew he wasn’t hurting him, even though it’s been too long.  But Shan knew he could play all his strings, he was just out of practice.

Shane was thrusting slowly and placing languid kisses on his jaw,  and he could feel Jamin less tense so he fastened the pace as he continued to moan higher, encouraging him to fast the pace, his heart beating like a drum. Shane placed himself in a kneeling position so that he could keep trusting and pumping him. He looked around between the colorful lights and he could see his neighbor watching tv in the living room completely clueless about what was happening. He lowered himself again, the adrenaline rushing and making him even more aroused.

Shane kept rubbing his body as close to Jamin’s as it was possible, and Jamin hugged him harder to make the friction even bigger. Jamin’s cock was being complete stimulated between them, so there was no need for using hands. Shane felt Jamin coming on his stomach, his belly all slit, his thighs trembling, his eyes complete shut and mouth open. Few thrusts later and he was following him, removing himself fast enough to explode on Jamin’s chest, stoking his cock quickly and gasping, still nervous that someone could be seeing them.

Jamin was still panting looking at Shane coming back from his trance, he was all sweaty and red.  His hair all frizzled up.

“Fuck...” he gasped laughing and laying next to Jamin. His black t-shirt was complete ruined. They stood there in silence, just breathing in the cold breeze of Williamsburg at night. The cold air making the sweat of their bodies evaporating.

Jamin was caressing Shane’s dreads and thinking about the ring he had on his backpack on the table. He wondered if this was good moment to propose. Walking to grab the ring, with no pants on and a t-shirt covered with cum. Better not. His legs were still a puddle.

“Do you think Ragga is going to be mad if I text her asking her to bring some clean clothes?” Shane asked already laughing tapping Jamin’s chest lightly. He chuckled but he could actually wear that.

“My backpack is on the table with clean clothes” he replied. Shane raised his brow impressed.

“You really thought this out, huh?” he inquired him standing up and pulling up his boxers and pants on again. Jamin took the opportunity to clean up a bit, using the blanket to dry his shirt a little and putting his shorts on again. He winced already feeling a bit sore.

Shane was fumbling his backpack when he found the holographic box. He froze and showed to Jamin curious. He knew what it was. Jamin kept observing him analyzing the box, his eyes sparkling.

“Nice package…” he muttered chucking softly. Jamin could feel he was nervous but he didn’t move. He kept sitting on the mattress waiting for Shane’s reaction. He finally opened the box to see the ring. It wasn’t gold, and it was actually a ring held by a necklace. Shane removed from the box carefully and he noticed the texture was quite different. His trained finger recognized immediately. Violin strings twisted in the shape of a ring. His eyes watered up but he tried to keep it cool.

“I made it myself, well, I stole some of your old strings and I tried, but it was bitch to deal with these damn strings so I let the professionals do the rest”

Shane was holding the ring with his two hands still speechless. Jamin got up and approached him to take a look at it too.

“Wear it in the show as a necklace and when you come back home with that crown I’ll put it in your finger”

Shane just nodded and held his hand swinging it. There wasn’t nothing to be said. The eyes was all over his face. His cellphone beeped with Ragga’s message. Shane took it to read.

“I’m quitting this job today”

Shane giggled showing it to Jamin.

*

He was up in the clouds again. The flight has been smooth so far. Heart full of hope, all nails gone from anticipation. He searched for his headphones inside his bag and there was a note from Jamin glued on them with tape and an iPad also tangled in the wires.

“This is my addition to the playlist”

Shane opened a smile plugging the headphones with the iPad and only one song. “Hey, there’s no way to say goodbye” from Leonard Cohen. Shane remembered the day the singer passed away and how sad he was, spending the whole day listening to his records and Jamin comforted him with ice cream. It was such a specific pick and so out of Jamin’s musical taste Shane was surprised how he remembered that song. That excruciating song.

“This bitch…”he muttered feeling the tears forming, shaking his head. The lady beside him giving the stank eye.

[smilexcaptainx]

Famous Lives (1/7)

Chapter 1

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You’ve had your ups and downs with being famous. You have people who adore you. And you’ve got people who hate you. But when you meet Tom Holland, you feel like you can be yourself around him. You don’t have to fake anything. Tom invites you to a cast party and it was all fun and games with him, up until nighttime. That one night you wish you were never famous in the first place.

Word Count: 1,991

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Warning: Fluff

Playlist:

Shower  by Becky G

A/N: New fanfiction, I hope you enjoy ♥

 You climb out of the limo and wave at the enormous crowd that was waiting just for you. There were four bodyguards with you, they created a square around you and you were in the middle. You waved at everyone as you all started heading towards the building. You were going to the Captain America Civil War premiere. But the cast was waiting for you inside the building so you all can leave at the same time out to the red carpet.

 You’ve every single avengers except for Peter Parker. You shot your scenes with the main avengers, but the actor of Peter Parker never showed up to any of your scenes. All you knew was that he was getting his own movie soon and his name was Tom Holland. Other than that, you’ve never seen his face, nor ever heard his voice. But what you’ve been hearing around the set, he’s a nice guy.

 When you entered the building, there was nobody in the area but The Avengers cast. They were all huddled up together, talking to each other, sharing laughs and smiles. They were all friendly, they really were, but you just felt like you never really fitted in with them. They’re all much older than you are, but there was really nobody you really connected or clicked with. But you still loved them like a family, and they loved you as well.

 You dismiss your bodyguards and thank them, they go their separate ways and you started to walk up to the circle of the cast. You were halfway there and Chris Evans spotted you. He left the group and yelled your name with a big smile placed upon his face. You waved shyly, blushing softly. Chris’s outburst caught the attention of everybody, before you knew it, everyone started walking towards you.

‘’We thought you’d never come.’’ chris laughs, pulling you into a tight hug.

‘’Well, I’m here. So no need to fear.’’ you smile, patting him on the back.

 As he pulls away, the rest of the cast come up to you, giving you full on hugs. After you hugged everybody you all got together and went outside to the red carpet. You were behind everybody, you wanted to be last because you just enjoyed being last. As you waited to go outside, you feel a slight tap on your shoulder, making you turn around.

‘’Hey Y/N! I’m Tom Holland! The new spider-man!’’ tom smiles, grabbing your hand and shaking it.

‘’Tom! Hello!’’ I exclaimed, pulling him into a hug.

‘’Wow! You’re much more friendly than the cast said you were!’’ tom smiles, squeezing you tighter.

 You didn’t even realize it until now that he had an accent, and you loved those kind of accents. Tom pulled away and you turned around, seeing that it was time for you to go through the door. Tom skipped ahead of you and opened the door.

‘’Here you go Y/N,’’ Tom stood taller as he held the door open for you.

‘’Thank you Tom.’’ you nod, stepping through the door.

 When you took your first step outside the door, you could already hear the clicking of cameras. There were photographers calling out your name, yelling for you to look their way. You just ignored it and continued your way up to where the cast was standing. It seemed that they were already taking group pictures.

‘’So, have you ever been to a red carpet before?’’ tom asks, catching up to you.

‘’Hmm? Oh. Yes. I have. You?’’ you ask, barely hearing yourself from all the cameras clicking and people talking.

‘’Actually, I–’’

‘’Y/N! Tom! Get over here!’’ robert screams, snapping at you both.

 You rushed up to the cast and Chris Evans grabbed you by the shoulders and moved you in front of him. He pats you on the shoulder as they took the photo’s. You smiled without showing your teeth as the flashing lights came flashing in your direction. You soon feel an arm brush against yours, you turn your head seeing that Tom came up next to you. Robert was the one behind him, holding him by the shoulders just like Chris was doing to you.

‘’This feels like a family picture.’’ tom says, looking over at you.

‘’Yeah. But during family pictures you’ve got people forcing you where to stand. And what to pose.’’ you say, looking over at tom.

‘’You’re r–’’

‘’Tom! Focus! The cameras are over there! Stop talking to Y/N until all the pictures are taken!’’ robert scolds, making you two snap back towards the camera.

 You couldn’t help but snicker, your snicker got passed along to Tom who just started to laugh. You covered your mouth as you started to laugh, you always covered your mouth when you laugh because you’re afraid it was to goofy. You glance over at Tom, seeing that he was already staring.

‘’You know Y/N. You’re more beautiful than I imagined you were.’’ tom compliments, making your face heat up with embarrassment.

‘’You’re so sweet Tom. You’re not what I expected as well.’’ you wink.

‘’I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment or insult.’’ he laughs, making you smile.

 Chris finally lets you go and Robert lets Tom go. Apparently the pictures were done with the cast and now they wanted individual and pair pictures. You and Tom started to talk together, clicking real quick. When you talked with Tom it felt.. Right. He didn’t intimidate you, he wasn’t rude, he made you feel warm and welcomed.

 You didn’t feel fake like you did talking with the others. You felt like your conversation was actually real, like he was actually listening and absorbing your words and he actually understood. Tom was talking about his story of how he knew he was going to become the new spider-man. You were giving him your undivided attention until a man came up with a camera.

‘’Yes! You two! I want a picture of you two! Get together! Now! Chop chop!’’ he snaps.

 Tom didn’t hesitate and wrapped his arm around your waist. The photographer smiled and brought the camera up to his eye and started to take pictures. He was moving side to side, yelling of how perfect you two looked together. The photographer shook your hand and Tom’s hand, thanking you two for doing that. You just smiled and said ‘you’re welcome’

 You looked over at Tom who was crimson. He reached into his back pocket and got out his phone.

‘’Do you have a phone?’’ he asks, looking down at his phone, going to his contacts.

 You knew what was coming. He was going to ask you for your number. But you let it be because you actually liked Tom.

‘’I actually do have a phone,’’ you say, reaching into your pocket as well.

 You were wearing a dress with pockets. The best kinds of dresses. You pulled out your phone and went to your contacts. You and Tom exchanged numbers and you thanked him and he thanked you.

‘’Great! Now we can text any–’’

Brrriinngg

 You look down, seeing that it was your brother calling you. You sighed and looked back up at Tom who was lifting an eyebrow.

‘’Oh. Sorry. I need to take this.’’ you apologize, answering the call.

 Tom nods and walks off somewhere else. You put the phone up to your ear and say ‘Hello?’

‘’Hey sis.. Have I told you that I miss you and love you so much?’’ he says. 

 You couldn’t see him but you knew he had the puppy sad eyes on. He wanted something and it included you.

‘’What do you want.’’ you groan, running your hand through your hair.

‘’Okay. So, My best friend.. Max? Yeah, it’s his birthday today and you’re his number one favorite celebrity. And his one wish is for him to meet you.’’ he explains.

‘’Look, I would love to meet him, but I’m at the Captain America Civil War premiere right now. Can it wait?’’ you ask, biting your nails absentmindedly.

‘’Y/N! I’m at your apartment right now with him.. And.. I kind of maybe already told him that you would meet him here.’’ he said quickly, making you roll your eyes.

 You turned around and saw that the cast was completely distracted. They were talking with each other and hugging each other. You only lived five minutes away anyways. You looked at your watch and saw that the premiere ended in five minutes!

‘’Holy crap, Tom and I talked for a long time.’’ you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head.

‘’Will you do it?’’ he asks.

‘’I–’’

‘’Y/N! Get over here! This interviewer wants to interview all of us before we go!’’ scarlett calls out, making you turn around.

‘’Shoot. Okay, keep Max at the apartment. I’m going to go do a quick interview and than I’ll be there as quick as I can. I promise.’’ you say hastily.

‘’Okay thank you so much sis. I owe you one. Love you.’’

‘’Love you too. Bye bro.’’

 You hang up and rush over to the interviewer. The camera man started to shake as you arrived.

‘’Y/N! I’m in love with your movies! You’re such a great actress!’’ he squeals.

‘’Thank you. Thank you so much.’’ you smile, shaking his hand.

‘’Okay! Now that The Avengers crew is officially complete, we can now start our interview.’’ she smiles, looking at the camera and completely ignoring you all.

 The interview starts and most of the questions were for you, it was making them a little bit jealous but you didn’t mind. As it came to an end, you thanked the interviewer and they left. You started to walk towards the exit until Tom called out your name, you turned around and saw that he had a concerned look on his face.

‘’Where are you going Y/N? The cast and I were about to–’’

‘’Tom! I’m sorry! But I have to go!’’ you exclaim, turning your back on him.

‘’Where though Y/N?’’ tom shouts, as you got further away from him.

 You were to far to respond, you got into the building and rushed back to your limo that was waiting out in the front of the building. As you hopped in, you told your limo driver to take you back to your apartment. They followed you and started going to your apartment. When you arrived, you got out and rushed inside of the apartment. You got onto the elevator and went up to the floor that your apartment room was on.

 You finally reached the hallway of your room and saw your brother with his friend Max. You started walking down the hallway to your room until Max turned his head and saw you.

‘’Y/N?! IS THAT YOU?! OH MY GOSH!!’’ he gaped.

 Max came running up to you, you put your arms out and smiled. Surprisingly, Max jumped in your arms, making you go straight down to the ground. You laughed as Max started to scream of how much he loved you, he seemed way excited to see you. You suddenly hear the elevator ding, Max looks up, his eyes getting even wider.

‘’Y/N? Is that you?’’ you heard that familiar british voice ring in your ears.

 You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping that it wasn’t who you thought it was. But when you opened them, you were staring straight up at Tom who was peering down at you.

‘’Who’s um.. The guy on top of you?’’ tom asks, glaring at max.

‘’This is Max, he’s just a f-’’

‘’I’m her boyfriend! Back off bucko!’’ he snarls, getting off of you and going face to face with tom.

‘’Okay bucko..’’ tom avoids max’s eye contact and looks back down at you. ‘’Y/N. I followed you here to tell you that there’s a cast party tonight. You would’ve known but you left before Chris explained everything. So, I’ll text you the details.’’ tom explains, backing away from max.

 You got up to your feet and brushed yourself off. Tom didn’t say another word and left to the elevator.

‘’Yeah! You better run off!’’ max shouts.

 Tom gets back onto the elevator and you just rolled your eyes. You looked over at Max.

‘’Look, Max. It was nice meeting you. But I have to go get freshened up.’’ you say, hugging him.

‘’Okay. Before you go, can I get a quick selfie?’’ he begs, pulling his phone out.

 You nod and he turns to selfie mode, you smile as he takes the selfie. Afterwards he hugs you once more and apologizes for that whole incident.

‘’It’s fine Max. He probably didn’t believe it anyways. Thanks for waiting for me.’’ you smile, patting him on the shoulder.

 You go back to your room and hug your brother goodbye. You went up to your door and slid your card in. When you put your hand on the doorknob, your brother called out your name.

‘’Oh. And when you get in there, make sure to check Twitter. It’s blowing up about.. You and um.. Tom.’’ he grins.

‘’Really?’’

‘’See for yourself. Let’s just say.. Ships are sailing.’’ he smiles, throwing you a wink.

two

[itticklesme]

12 january 2011 You asked me about our wedding day. What it was like. Wish you had asked me when you first met me. Or even better....I wish you could have been there. Still one of the nicest days ever. But I do not dream about it anymore. Hardly even think about it. The days and days have washed over it again and again... and have taken their turn on that memory. I do not know many of the people that were there anymore. Relatives have died. Friends lost. Working so much that you rarely have time for yourself. Children born. Lost in the screams and wrestling. Money is always an issue. Discoveries made. People not who you thought they were. Let me close my eyes. Let me tell you what I do remember Dearheart. Woke up with Tom fussing over me. Was nice. We all watched Muriel’s Wedding for the millionth time. That movie has me in stiches every time I see it. Mariel. Except for the part where her friend cannot move her legs. How horrible for that just to happen like that. Our bedroom was red....all of us in bed together. Jon, Tom, and I Laughing. I remember Tom cleaning the stovetop. I have no idea why. He had brought me some lilies. I wore shorts and a denim top to the place we were getting married. The Marc Plaza. I was the first one to get married at the reception location. I did not want to be a hypocrite and get married in a church. I had more respect for God than that. Jonnie had no use for religion and I was not about to put him through that. He once said...If there is a God....why did he let that happen to my Mother? I could not argue with that. Would have been rude to rent a church. To pretend on a day that meaningful. Was warm for November 2nd. Cherrie did my hair....so sprayed up with hairspray. Made me sneeze. The cake was leaning to the side. So may layers covered in real roses. Layers and layers....each one different. We had to walk up steps into the ballroom for the ceremony and reception. I had not wanted to walk in on my father’s arm. You know why. We followed behind a drummer and piper.....was to remember my grandfather. He would have liked that. Jonnie and I. He always called Jon....Don. Still makes me laugh. Jonnie and I together. My dress had been made for me by my seamstress.....she still does all of my custom work. Was taupe silk on the bottom. My mother had not allowed black. The top was made from Irish lace....two trips to Chicago for it. Kathy had pieced pearls and taupe fabric scraps together to make me a headband. Was beautiful. Her way of standing up to my mother. She had been pressuring me to wear a veil....up until the very end. I would not budge. Why wear a veil if I am walking into the reception? Is going to be a five minute ceremony. Ten minutes tops. I won and there was no veil. I asked Dave and Becky and Tom to stand up for me. My closest friends. Jon asked his sister, my brother, and Jen. You remember Jen.... We walked in...hand in hand. Our friends coupled off. Got married...the ring did not slip on easily. That I remember. There is a photograph of me pushing it on. Making that silly face. You know. I have never watched the video. I did not have assigned seating. Just asked the wedding party to split up....spread yourself around....with your real partners. We sat at a round table amongst the rest of the guests, with our parents. I do not remember eating. I never eat when I am very happy or very sad. I cannot.  I just can’t. There were cameras on each table. You should see how many bathroom shots we got. How original....that forty people thought of it. Blue damask wallpaper with people standing in front of urinals. Looking over their shoulders. Lovely. My remaining uncles gave the blessing....the singing of Bless Our Friends. Makes me want to cry. That was sung at every family meal until that night. Has not happened again since. Hands held. We had asked that people did not clink their glasses for a kiss. Instead....come up and tell a story about one or the other of us. Turned into a roast after Clay told the story of how I used to laundry for Jonnie each weekend. I would bring his dirty clothes home in a trunk. Fill the trunk with groceries from my mother’s stash in the basement. Take it all back to Madison. Until my mother tried to lift the filled trunk and busted me. Sigh. My brother told everyone we knew what a thief I was. Lovely. There was dancing to a big band. I do not recall dancing with Jonnie. Really. Some friend of my father’s insisted upon dancing with me...he looked like the walking dead. Stiff and rigid and I still do not know how well he knew my father. Must have been his thing. Dancing with the bride. Mainly, Jonnie and I walked around....table to table...thanking people for coming. Our version of a receiving line. His boss still tells me every Christmas that is was the nicest wedding that he has ever been to. The cake tasted wonderful. They short sheeted our bed. Neither of us knew what short sheeting looked like...so that was lost on us. The bridal party wore black. Nothing matched. There was beef and chicken on each plate. I remember the salad was elaborate. I did taste that. I remember. That week had been quite the ride. The big band leader died. The nondenominational minister we had been meeting with for months backed out. My boss had a heart attack. And and and....she wanted me to wear a veil. I ate kit kats and took sleeping pills to take the edge off. I remember. The room was tiered. The steps lead into a red and gold ballroom...ceilings so high. With grand windows looking over the downtown. Then a level up on each side. Railings and beautiful carpets. Another level up on each side. The tables were round. Many red roses. Many many. Candles and red roses were all that was needed. The room was old and beautiful and there were mirrors. I remember sleeping hard that night. And I remember dreaming about it for years. Living it over again and again. It was quite beautiful and the nicest party I have ever been to .

[idekwhatthisis]

Hall of Fame

Summary: You and your boyfriend Seth go to Hall of Fame together.

“I’ll see you soon babe.” You giggled as Seth pressed kisses all over your face as if he would never see you again. “I know.” He said into your face as he continued to press his lips to your skin. You were leaving to get ready for Hall of Fame with some of the other girls while Seth met up with some of the guys. You could feel the lean muscle near his ribs as your hands were pressed against the bare skin there. You felt Seth smile against your face but the moment was quickly ruined by your phone going off. Pulling yourself from your boyfriends embrace you headed towards your phone, making Seth groan in annoyance. You shushed him teasingly and looked at the screen of your phone, seeing it was Becky trying to FaceTime you, you quickly accepted the call. The Irish girls face popped up onto the screen and you could hear the other girls talking in the background. “Hi Becky.” You grinned and waved at your friend making her smile back at you. “Shut up guys! I got ahold of Y/N!” Her loud voice caught all the girls attention and they quickly shushed. “Where are you?” “Why aren’t you here yet?” Questions that all related to you not being with them were yelled out by each girl. “Hey! This is my phone!” Becky screeched and tried to keep a grip on her phone that was clearly being taken from her. You saw a flash of bright red and then Becky disapeared, being tackled away from the phone, by who you assumed was Eva. Your eyes were wide as you saw many of the girls faces for a brief moment before they were pulled away by someone else. Finally the phone was picked up by Maryse who pointed her finger at you with a dissaproving look. “Y/N I swear if you don’t get your butt over here…” The platinum blonde faded off as her eyes caught onto something that wasn’t you. By then all the girls had gathered around the phone and started oohing through the screen making you turn around to look at what they saw. Seth was standing a couple meters behind you and the marks you had left on his chest the night before were on full display. “Y/N and Seth got freaky last night.” Naomi cheered as the other girls laughed and agreed, making you blush and point your phone away from your shirtless boyfriend. You tried to mumble out a terrible explanation which made Maryse roll her eyes. “I don’t care what you did last night…okay that’s a lie. But get over here so you can tell us everything.” She smiled and all the girls nodded in agreement making you sigh and shake your head with a laugh. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.” You caved. “Just like you did last night.” The girls couldn’t see Seth but they heard his comment and they saw your face immediately flush a bright red. “I gotta go. I’m leaving now.” You rushed out as your friends cackled loudly. You set your phone on the table and turned to Seth with your best bitch face, “Now I don’t even feel bad about leaving you.” You tried to keep a straight face but his smile was contangious and you soon found yourself cracking. “I’ll see you later.” You turned before you could loose all your resolve. Grabbing your large bag that you had packed earlier that morning you rushed out the door. “Bye babe, love you!” Seth called after you. 

Once you rang the doorbell of Maryses’ house you heard multiple pairs of feet rushing towards the door. The door was flung open by Eva and she was the first one to pull you into a tight hug, the other girls rushing to make it a group hug. “Careful girls. She’s probably sore.” Nattie smirked from the outer part of the group. “She’s right.” Eva smirked as they all slowly pulled away. Rolling your eyes with a grin you let your friends lead you into the house and to the master bedroom, where they had all their stuff strung out. Dropping your bag onto the floor, you pulled out your long white dress that had triangle cut outs at your waist. “Holy crap.” Brie said with wide eyes. “Y/N, this is amazing.” Nikki admired the dress, letting her fingers run across the soft fabric. Pulling the dress away from the Bella you tsked at her “You can look but you can’t touch Nicole.” There was a beat of silence before you burst out laughing making the other girls laugh as well and Nikki swat your arm gently. “Y/N.” You put the dress next to the others and let Naomi drag you to the chair that sat in the middle of the room. She pushed you onto it and insisted that she was going to do your makeup while the other girls sat in front of you two on the ground. “So… How was last night?” Paige smirked making the rest of the girls lean forward in anticipation. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You lied as you felt the cold foundation hit your face. “Girl, I know you’re not still trying to play us like that.” Naomi scolded you as she blended the makeup down your neck. You mumbled something making Nattie cup a hand by her ear, telling you to speak louder. “It was good…” You muttered and faded off embarrassed making Eva scoff. “Just good? Judging by the damage you did on Seth it was way better than good.” The red head raised a perfectly arched brow at you making you purse your lips. “It was… It was, really good.” You could still feel his rough hands moving up and down your body. The way he sent chills through you with just one look. The trail of fire that followed wherever he touched. “That’s Y/N’s way of saying it was amazing.” Becky broke you out of your memories. Blinking a few times you started laughing with the rest of the girls, having to agree with the Irish girl. “So what were you just thinking about Y/N/N?” Closing your eyes for Naomi you bit your lip and thought about how to answer Brie’s mischievious question. “Seth.” You admitted, opting out of telling another lie. “Ooh, naughty girl.” Paige smirked making Naomi scoff. “Says you Paige.” Paiges’ mouth dropped open and she covered it in pretend shock “Me? Naughty? Never.” She made her accent sound very posh but couldn’t keep up her act when Becky snorted in the middle of laughing. “Okay enough. We’re gonna be late if we don’t hurry.” Maryse rushed with a big grin even though there were hours before the boys would arrive.

“Nicole hurry up!” Brie called up the stairs to her twin who was still fixing her hair. “The guys are gonna be here any minute!” Becky yelled up as well just before Nicole walked around the corner and made her way down the steps. “I’m coming. Calm down.” Nikki rolled her eyes slightly and made her way to the group. Brie opened her mouth to say something else to her sister when there was a knock on the door making you all smile widely at each other. “I call dibs on answering.” Eva cried and took a step toward the door. “Uh uh Eva, you answered it when Y/N got here. It’s my turn.” Nattie smiled and passed the redhead to answer the door. She opened the door to reveal Seth with the rest of the guys behind him, saying hello to your boyfriend Nattie stepped aside and let him and the rest of the boys in. Seth smiled at each of the girls as he passed them until he was a meter away from you. He looked at you for the first time that night and he froze, his dark chocolate eyes going from your face down your figure and back up to your eyes. His once slack jaw was being pulled into a massive smile and he took a large step towards you. You took one of his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers and smiling shyly at him. “Hi.” You whispered, he still made you nervous even after more than a year of dating. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered back to you making you look at your shoes with a blush on your cheeks. His hand came up to caress your jaw and push your face up to look him in the eyes. “Don’t hide from me.” He he grinned at you and pulled you in for a sweet kiss that had your knees weakening. “Awe!” You heard Brie say from behind Seth. He took a step back from you before moving beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist. “Stop.” You mumbled embarrassed when you found lots of eyes looking in your direction. Seth laughed at you as your friends smiled but looked away. “Alright. Let’s go.” John said after he had glanced at the watch on his wrist. You walked out the door in Seth’s tight embrace.

“You ready for this?” Becky asked from her spot to your left. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You smiled at her and snuggled more into Seth’s side. You held a small conversation with Becky until you pulled up the venue. Everyone slowly got out one by one, causing the fans around the red carpet to cheer loudly. Seth got out before you and offered his hand to help you get out which made you smile and take it gratefully. You two then stepped out of the way and waited for all the others to filter out. You then slowly walked toward the carpet with Seth’s arm back around your waist. There were bright flashes from cameras and photographers were yelling out in an attempt to get you to look their way. There were a shocking amount calling your name making a pink blush dust your cheeks. “Why’re they calling my name so much?” You looked up Seth with curious doe eyes making him smile down at you. “Because you look stunning in that dress.” He pulled you into his chest and kissed the crown of your head making the photographers go wild. You smiled into his chest before you two continued down the carpet.

You were standing with Paige and Nikki chatting while also somewhat admiring your boyfriend as he did an interview. “Y/N you’re staring again.” Paige smirked and gently smacked your face in a playful way. “Sorry. I can’t help it.” You grinned back at the British girl. “Turn around. He’s looking at you.” Nikki smiled widely making you turn around. Sure enough, rather than listening to the question the interviewer was asking him Seth was looking straight at you. You sent him a cheeky wink that made him smirk before the interviewer got his attention again. “You two are gross.” Paige teased you once you had turned back to her and Nicole. “They’re freaking adorable.” Nikki corrected Paige with a smile on her face. “Ew.” Paige laughed causing you and Nikki to chuckle as well. “Oops we gotta go. Mr. Rollins is on his way over here.” Paige said once she had seen Seth walking towards you. “We’ll see you later Y/N/N.” Nikki grinned and walked away with Paige, leaving you alone until you felt familiar arms wrap around you. Seth’s grip was to tight for you turn around so you stayed facing away from him. You could feel his face buried in your shoulder and he was pressing small kisses wherever he could without anyone noticing. “You don’t know what you do to me everyday.” You could barely hear his voice, his words just loud enough for you to pick up. “And now you’re in this dress and I just want to see it on the floor.” His words made your eyes widen. “Seth.” You tried to protest but your boyfriend was having none of that. “Once we get home, I’m gonna show you why I’m the man.” You couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesy line. Seth heard your laugh and smiled as well but brought his teeth down to your shoulder and nipped at you. Your breath hitched as you caught your lower lip in between your teeth “Don’t laugh at me baby.” Seth then pulled away from you making you pout. “Don’t pout. I’ll have you screaming once we get home.” Your boyfriend smirked once he had seen the look on your face. “Come on. Let’s get this thing over with.” You sighed and dragged Seth further down the carpet, both of you rushing to get home.

[mysteriouslyzealouspandalov-blog]

Relationship drama and the Democratic convention took over Instagram this week

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Relationship drama and the Democratic convention took over Instagram this week

Image: mashable composite: instagram and lindsay lohan/instagram and hillary clinton/INSTAGRAM and john stamos/INSTAGRAM

The Democratic National Convention dominated the news this week, and many attendees shared sweet photos capturing the experience on Instagram.

Insta was also a platform for some relationship drama Rob Kardashian made numerous changes to his account and left us questioning everything about his relationship with fiance Blac Chyna. Meanwhile, Lindsay Lohan asked her followers to respect her privacy during a difficult time.

SEE ALSO: Instagram may be making it easier to binge on a person’s photos

Of course, some Instagram posts simply made us smile. A blogger expressed her body positive epiphany and Amy Schumer ate cake in an innovative new way. Meanwhile, John Stamos gave us visions of Uncle Jesse circa 1989 and your favorite High School Musical gals rocked out together.

1. Hillary Clinton and President Obamas hug for the ages

We love you back, President Obama.

A photo posted by Hillary Clinton (@hillaryclinton) on Jul 27, 2016 at 8:59pm PDT

As if President Obamas 45-minute DNC speech wasn’t amazing enough, it ended with a moving embrace between him and Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton. Honestly, we couldve watched that hug go on for 45 more minutes. We love you back, President Obama, Clinton captioned an endearing photo of them hugging on stage.

2. Amy Schumer invented a new dessert

@marieclairemag #handcake #roadmanagerjudgingme if you eat cake with your hands it becomes hand cake

A video posted by @amyschumer on Jul 26, 2016 at 4:04am PDT

Weve all had hand cake at one point or another. Amy Schumer inhaled a handful of yummy spongy goodness while on her Marie Claire photoshoot, and her judgment-free road manager luckily captured the elegant feast on camera. If you eat cake with your hands it becomes hand cake, Schumer captioned the video on Instagram. Amy, thank you for coining the name of this ingenious confection.

3. Rob Kardashians Instagram scandal

Image: robkardsahian/instagram

Breakup rumors were in the air this week when Rob Kardashian suddenly removed every trace of Blac Chyna from his Instagram account, unfollowed her, and deleted every single photo from his page.

A new, private Rob account just surfaced, listed under the name robkardsahian. Blac Chyna recently followed this new account which would suggest its legitimacy, although some older posts on the 14 week old account provide reason to believe its a fans creation.

Robkardsahian posted a photo with Blac Chyna captioned, I want to say that me and Chy haven’t broken up we are just going through some tough times and social media blew it all up. I would prefer if we could stay out of the spotlight and find a resolution .

Its still unclear whether the account is legitimate or not, but hopefully Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashians upcoming E! reality series will shed some light.

4. Liv Tyler and her new baby are a perfect pair

Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift.

A photo posted by Liv Tyler (@misslivalittle) on Jul 24, 2016 at 9:54am PDT

Actress Liv Tyler welcomed her third child earlier this month, and she proudly shared a photo breastfeeding baby Lula. Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift, she captioned the sweet Instagram post. Sharing breastfeeding photos has been the subject of controversy recently, and women have been crushing that stigma by sharing their own awesome breastfeeding photos.

5. Lindsay Lohan wants some privacy

Dear friends. I’m good and well. #ATM I am taking time for myself with good friends. I am sorry that I’ve exposed certain private matters recently. I was acting out of fear and sadness… We all make mistakes. Sadly mine have always been so public. I have done a lot of soul searching in the past years, and I should have been more clear minded rather than distract from the good heart that I have. Social media comes with the territory of the business and the world we now live in. My intentions were not meant to send mixed messages. Maybe things can be fixed… Maybe not.. I hope they can. But I am 30 years old and I do deserve a #GENTLEgiant Life is about love and light. Not anger Thank you to those who stand by my side

A photo posted by Lindsay Lohan (@lindsaylohan) on Jul 26, 2016 at 12:45pm PDT

Drama between Lindsay Lohan and her fianc, Russian businessman Egor Tarabasov, has been unfolding in interesting ways lately. Lohan has been in the public eye for 18 years, and earlier in the week she Instagrammed an old photo of a heart-shaped cloud along with a message asking fans to take their magnifying glasses off of her relationship.

A few days later, she took the post down and replaced it with a photo of herself on a boat. In the caption, she addressed her followers to reassure everyone that she is doing well and to apologize for publicizing matters she wanted to keep private.

Dear friends. I’m good and well. #ATM I am taking time for myself with good friends. I am sorry that I’ve exposed certain private matters recently. I was acting out of fear and sadness… We all make mistakes. Sadly mine have always been so public,” she wrote.

6. Lena Dunham and America Ferrera are with her

the moment it became real

A photo posted by Lena Dunham (@lenadunham) on Jul 26, 2016 at 4:08pm PDT

Actresses Lena Dunham and America Ferrera spoke at the Democratic National Convention this week, and a photographer caught them feeling emotional about it. The moment it became real, Lena Dunham captioned the picture of her and America Ferrera tearing up on Instagram.

Dunham and Ferrara used their speech to endorse Hillary Clinton and to discuss the importance of feminism and combating hatred. Lets put Hillary Clinton in the White House, and lets declare: love trumps hate, was the last line they said to the crowd, and it was met with thunderous applause.

7. Blogger Kelsey Wells is measuring her happiness, not her weight

SCREW THE SCALE || I figured it was time for a friendly, yet firm reminder. YOU GUYS. PLEASEEEEEE STOP GETTING HUNG UP ON THE NUMBER ON THE STUPUD SCALE! PLEASE STOP THINKING YOUR WEIGHT EQUALS YOUR PROGRESS AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PLEASE STOP LETTING YOR WEIGHT HAVE ANY AFFECT WHATSOEVER ON YOUR SELF ESTEEM, like I used to. To any of you who are where I once was, please listen to me. I am 5′ 7″ and weigh 140 lbs. When I first started #bbg I was 8 weeks post partum and 145 lbs. I weighed 130 before getting pregnant, so based on nothing besides my own warped perception, I decided my “goal weight” should be 122 and to fit into my skinniest jeans. Well after a few months of BBG and breastfeeding, I HIT IT and I fit into those size 0 jeans. Well guess what? I HAVE GAINED 18 POUNDS SINCE THEN. EIGHT FREAKING TEEN. Also, I have gone up two pant sizes and as a matter of fact I ripped those skinny jeans wide open just the other week trying to pull them up over my knees. My point?? According to my old self and flawed standards, I would be failing miserably. THANK GOODNESS I finally learned to start measuring my progress by things that matter strength, ability, endurance, health, and HAPPINESS. Take progress photos and videos. Record how many push-ups you can do, ect. And if you can, your BFP there is only a 5 lb difference between my starting and current weight, but my body composition has changed COMPLETELY. I have never had more muscle and less body fat than I do now. I have never been healthier than I am now. I have never been more comfortable in my own skin than I am now. And if I didn’t say #screwthescale long ago, I would have gave up on my journey. So to the little teeny tiny voice in the back of my head that still said “wtf is this- not 140!?” last week when I stepped on the scale, I say SCREW. YOU. And I think you should probably say the same to your scale too. #byefelicia . . #bbgprogress #transformationtuesday #fit #fitness #workout #fitmom #fitchick #fitfam #fitnesstransformation #beforeandafter #sweat #mysweatlife #girlswithmuscle #girlgains #strongnotskinny

A photo posted by K E L S E Y W E L L S (@mysweatlife) on Jul 26, 2016 at 8:55am PDT

Blogger Kelsey Wells of My Sweat Life recently had a revelation about body weight that she shared to Instagram. After having a baby, she struggled with maintaining her goal weight, and ultimately came to the conclusion that weight is just a number.

THANK GOODNESS I finally learned to start measuring my progress by things that matter strength, ability, endurance, health, and HAPPINESS, she wrote on Instagram alongside three photos of her at different weights.

So to the little teeny tiny voice in the back of my head that still said “wtf is this- not 140!?” last week when I stepped on the scale, I say SCREW. YOU. And I think you should probably say the same to your scale too. #byefelicia .

8. John Stamos

My favorite thing to do in Vegas. #Leave

A photo posted by John Stamos (@johnstamos) on Jul 24, 2016 at 11:13am PDT

John Stamos recent visit to Las Vegas is giving us some serious Uncle Jesse flashbacks. Who could forget Full Houses double-episode spectacular when Jesse and Becky almost secretly got married in the city of sin? Stamos used Instagram to document the highlight of his trip. My favorite thing to do in Vegas. #Leave, Stamos wrote alongside a photo of him giving Vegas the peace sign.

9. Hill + Bill 4eva

“She is still the best darn changemaker I have ever known. Bill Clinton

A photo posted by Hillary Clinton (@hillaryclinton) on Jul 27, 2016 at 10:20am PDT

Bill Clinton melted hearts with his doting (although long) speech about his wife and presidential nominee Hillary Clinton at the DNC, and she thanked him by sharing a fantastic #tbt photo of the couple. “‘She is still the best darn changemaker I have ever known.’ Bill Clinton, the Instagram caption read.

10. Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdales mini HSM reunion

When you and your best friend are performers and love snapchat @ashleytisdale

A video posted by Vanessa Hudgens (@vanessahudgens) on Jul 23, 2016 at 9:23pm PDT

High School Musical actresses Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale reunited for a little Snapchat singalong, which Hudgens shared on Instagram. Unfortunately they didnt sing We’re All In This Together, but their medley of Beyoncs Lemonade songs was definitely a suitable alternative. Its nice to see former enemies Sharpay and Gabriella getting on so well.

Read more: http://mashable.com/

[relationshipadviser-blog]

Relationship drama and the Democratic convention took over Instagram this week

New Post has been published on https://relationshipqia.com/must-see/relationship-drama-and-the-democratic-convention-took-over-instagram-this-week/

Relationship drama and the Democratic convention took over Instagram this week

Image: mashable composite: instagram and lindsay lohan/instagram and hillary clinton/INSTAGRAM and john stamos/INSTAGRAM

The Democratic National Convention dominated the news this week, and many attendees shared sweet photos capturing the experience on Instagram.

Insta was also a platform for some relationship drama Rob Kardashian made numerous changes to his account and left us questioning everything about his relationship with fiance Blac Chyna. Meanwhile, Lindsay Lohan asked her followers to respect her privacy during a difficult time.

SEE ALSO: Instagram may be making it easier to binge on a person’s photos

Of course, some Instagram posts simply made us smile. A blogger expressed her body positive epiphany and Amy Schumer ate cake in an innovative new way. Meanwhile, John Stamos gave us visions of Uncle Jesse circa 1989 and your favorite High School Musical gals rocked out together.

1. Hillary Clinton and President Obamas hug for the ages

We love you back, President Obama.

A photo posted by Hillary Clinton (@hillaryclinton) on Jul 27, 2016 at 8:59pm PDT

As if President Obamas 45-minute DNC speech wasn’t amazing enough, it ended with a moving embrace between him and Democratic nominee Hillary Clinton. Honestly, we couldve watched that hug go on for 45 more minutes. We love you back, President Obama, Clinton captioned an endearing photo of them hugging on stage.

2. Amy Schumer invented a new dessert

@marieclairemag #handcake #roadmanagerjudgingme if you eat cake with your hands it becomes hand cake

A video posted by @amyschumer on Jul 26, 2016 at 4:04am PDT

Weve all had hand cake at one point or another. Amy Schumer inhaled a handful of yummy spongy goodness while on her Marie Claire photoshoot, and her judgment-free road manager luckily captured the elegant feast on camera. If you eat cake with your hands it becomes hand cake, Schumer captioned the video on Instagram. Amy, thank you for coining the name of this ingenious confection.

3. Rob Kardashians Instagram scandal

Image: robkardsahian/instagram

Breakup rumors were in the air this week when Rob Kardashian suddenly removed every trace of Blac Chyna from his Instagram account, unfollowed her, and deleted every single photo from his page.

A new, private Rob account just surfaced, listed under the name robkardsahian. Blac Chyna recently followed this new account which would suggest its legitimacy, although some older posts on the 14 week old account provide reason to believe its a fans creation.

Robkardsahian posted a photo with Blac Chyna captioned, I want to say that me and Chy haven’t broken up we are just going through some tough times and social media blew it all up. I would prefer if we could stay out of the spotlight and find a resolution .

Its still unclear whether the account is legitimate or not, but hopefully Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashians upcoming E! reality series will shed some light.

4. Liv Tyler and her new baby are a perfect pair

Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift.

A photo posted by Liv Tyler (@misslivalittle) on Jul 24, 2016 at 9:54am PDT

Actress Liv Tyler welcomed her third child earlier this month, and she proudly shared a photo breastfeeding baby Lula. Sunday morning snuggles with my baby girl. So grateful for this precious gift, she captioned the sweet Instagram post. Sharing breastfeeding photos has been the subject of controversy recently, and women have been crushing that stigma by sharing their own awesome breastfeeding photos.

5. Lindsay Lohan wants some privacy

Dear friends. I’m good and well. #ATM I am taking time for myself with good friends. I am sorry that I’ve exposed certain private matters recently. I was acting out of fear and sadness… We all make mistakes. Sadly mine have always been so public. I have done a lot of soul searching in the past years, and I should have been more clear minded rather than distract from the good heart that I have. Social media comes with the territory of the business and the world we now live in. My intentions were not meant to send mixed messages. Maybe things can be fixed… Maybe not.. I hope they can. But I am 30 years old and I do deserve a #GENTLEgiant Life is about love and light. Not anger Thank you to those who stand by my side

A photo posted by Lindsay Lohan (@lindsaylohan) on Jul 26, 2016 at 12:45pm PDT

Drama between Lindsay Lohan and her fianc, Russian businessman Egor Tarabasov, has been unfolding in interesting ways lately. Lohan has been in the public eye for 18 years, and earlier in the week she Instagrammed an old photo of a heart-shaped cloud along with a message asking fans to take their magnifying glasses off of her relationship.

A few days later, she took the post down and replaced it with a photo of herself on a boat. In the caption, she addressed her followers to reassure everyone that she is doing well and to apologize for publicizing matters she wanted to keep private.

Dear friends. I’m good and well. #ATM I am taking time for myself with good friends. I am sorry that I’ve exposed certain private matters recently. I was acting out of fear and sadness… We all make mistakes. Sadly mine have always been so public,” she wrote.

6. Lena Dunham and America Ferrera are with her

the moment it became real

A photo posted by Lena Dunham (@lenadunham) on Jul 26, 2016 at 4:08pm PDT

Actresses Lena Dunham and America Ferrera spoke at the Democratic National Convention this week, and a photographer caught them feeling emotional about it. The moment it became real, Lena Dunham captioned the picture of her and America Ferrera tearing up on Instagram.

Dunham and Ferrara used their speech to endorse Hillary Clinton and to discuss the importance of feminism and combating hatred. Lets put Hillary Clinton in the White House, and lets declare: love trumps hate, was the last line they said to the crowd, and it was met with thunderous applause.

7. Blogger Kelsey Wells is measuring her happiness, not her weight

SCREW THE SCALE || I figured it was time for a friendly, yet firm reminder. YOU GUYS. PLEASEEEEEE STOP GETTING HUNG UP ON THE NUMBER ON THE STUPUD SCALE! PLEASE STOP THINKING YOUR WEIGHT EQUALS YOUR PROGRESS AND FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING PLEASE STOP LETTING YOR WEIGHT HAVE ANY AFFECT WHATSOEVER ON YOUR SELF ESTEEM, like I used to. To any of you who are where I once was, please listen to me. I am 5′ 7″ and weigh 140 lbs. When I first started #bbg I was 8 weeks post partum and 145 lbs. I weighed 130 before getting pregnant, so based on nothing besides my own warped perception, I decided my “goal weight” should be 122 and to fit into my skinniest jeans. Well after a few months of BBG and breastfeeding, I HIT IT and I fit into those size 0 jeans. Well guess what? I HAVE GAINED 18 POUNDS SINCE THEN. EIGHT FREAKING TEEN. Also, I have gone up two pant sizes and as a matter of fact I ripped those skinny jeans wide open just the other week trying to pull them up over my knees. My point?? According to my old self and flawed standards, I would be failing miserably. THANK GOODNESS I finally learned to start measuring my progress by things that matter strength, ability, endurance, health, and HAPPINESS. Take progress photos and videos. Record how many push-ups you can do, ect. And if you can, your BFP there is only a 5 lb difference between my starting and current weight, but my body composition has changed COMPLETELY. I have never had more muscle and less body fat than I do now. I have never been healthier than I am now. I have never been more comfortable in my own skin than I am now. And if I didn’t say #screwthescale long ago, I would have gave up on my journey. So to the little teeny tiny voice in the back of my head that still said “wtf is this- not 140!?” last week when I stepped on the scale, I say SCREW. YOU. And I think you should probably say the same to your scale too. #byefelicia . . #bbgprogress #transformationtuesday #fit #fitness #workout #fitmom #fitchick #fitfam #fitnesstransformation #beforeandafter #sweat #mysweatlife #girlswithmuscle #girlgains #strongnotskinny

A photo posted by K E L S E Y W E L L S (@mysweatlife) on Jul 26, 2016 at 8:55am PDT

Blogger Kelsey Wells of My Sweat Life recently had a revelation about body weight that she shared to Instagram. After having a baby, she struggled with maintaining her goal weight, and ultimately came to the conclusion that weight is just a number.

THANK GOODNESS I finally learned to start measuring my progress by things that matter strength, ability, endurance, health, and HAPPINESS, she wrote on Instagram alongside three photos of her at different weights.

So to the little teeny tiny voice in the back of my head that still said “wtf is this- not 140!?” last week when I stepped on the scale, I say SCREW. YOU. And I think you should probably say the same to your scale too. #byefelicia .

8. John Stamos

My favorite thing to do in Vegas. #Leave

A photo posted by John Stamos (@johnstamos) on Jul 24, 2016 at 11:13am PDT

John Stamos recent visit to Las Vegas is giving us some serious Uncle Jesse flashbacks. Who could forget Full Houses double-episode spectacular when Jesse and Becky almost secretly got married in the city of sin? Stamos used Instagram to document the highlight of his trip. My favorite thing to do in Vegas. #Leave, Stamos wrote alongside a photo of him giving Vegas the peace sign.

9. Hill + Bill 4eva

“She is still the best darn changemaker I have ever known. Bill Clinton

A photo posted by Hillary Clinton (@hillaryclinton) on Jul 27, 2016 at 10:20am PDT

Bill Clinton melted hearts with his doting (although long) speech about his wife and presidential nominee Hillary Clinton at the DNC, and she thanked him by sharing a fantastic #tbt photo of the couple. “‘She is still the best darn changemaker I have ever known.’ Bill Clinton, the Instagram caption read.

10. Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdales mini HSM reunion

When you and your best friend are performers and love snapchat @ashleytisdale

A video posted by Vanessa Hudgens (@vanessahudgens) on Jul 23, 2016 at 9:23pm PDT

High School Musical actresses Vanessa Hudgens and Ashley Tisdale reunited for a little Snapchat singalong, which Hudgens shared on Instagram. Unfortunately they didnt sing We’re All In This Together, but their medley of Beyoncs Lemonade songs was definitely a suitable alternative. Its nice to see former enemies Sharpay and Gabriella getting on so well.

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Totality Awesome.

OK, OK…that was cheesy, but I’m just working with the material I have.

As you probably know by now, there was a major eclipse event in this country yesterday. It brought work (an estimated $700 MILLION loss in productivity) and traffic (just wait) to its knees. I had already decided that I was going to take the day off. Something like this doesn’t happen all that often (or maybe it does?), and I just didn’t want to be sitting at work while it was going on.

As of Sunday evening, the plan was to get up early Monday morning and just start driving west. I had checked out Google maps and an eclipse app to see where we could go in order to be a part of totality. I really didn’t care about trying to get to Hopkinsville, where it was supposed to be at MAX totality, because I figured it would be at MAX chaos, as well.

I had a couple of places in mind, but hadn’t locked anything down. I was going to do that after finally watching the Game of Thrones episode that HBO had accidentally leaked days earlier and apparently everyone on the internet had seen but me. But then…a bat happened. I wrote about it Sunday night, but that little bloodsucker disrupted our whole evening, and in doing so, messed with our Monday morning, too.

I was pretty bummed out when I went to bed Sunday night, seeing as how it was about 1am, and I figured we needed to get up pretty early in order to get where we needed to be. I decided that maybe an extra hour of sleep would be better than an extra hour of driving, so the alarm was set for 7, but I was starting to doubt we’d even leave town.

My attitude was about the same Monday morning. I was still bummed that we’d been kept up so late the night before, and Becky honestly didn’t seem overly excited about the eclipse, especially since we didn’t have any glasses. But as I laid there Monday morning, feeling the urge that often takes me over in situations like these and causes me to opt for comfort over adventure, I decided to fight that urge. I figured, what the fuck…we will just drive as far as we can, and hopefully things will just work out.

We ended up leaving the house about 8:30am, and after a few unsuccessful stops in Morehead to try and find some eclipse glasses, we were on the road. There were several pee stops along the way…we are both taking a water pill…but traffic was pretty mild until we got to the mess of a junction that is Elizabethtown. I could see by my Google maps app that once we got past that snarl, the Parkway was all “green” headed west, and after crawling along for a bit, we were on the move again.

A little ways down the road, we needed to make another pee stop, and it gave me a chance to check the map. I had plugged in Central City as a destination, because I knew it was inside the totality zone, but I honestly didn’t know if we’d go that far. We were about an hour away, with about an hour-and-a-half left before totality, and I figured we were bound to get in some more traffic as we got closer to some more towns.

But, seeing as how we still had no glasses, I figured we pretty much had no choice but to find a spot where it would be total, and despited that “safety valve” urge trying to kick in again, I just knew it would be a shame to be so close to totality and not push to try and get there. So when we got on the road again, I got to trucking.

When we got off at the Central City exit, it was about 40 minutes until totality. I figured maybe we could find a parking lot of a Dollar General or something, and hope that it wasn’t overflowing. As luck would have it, right off the exit, there was a spot with two gas stations/convenient stores with a large gravel lot right in between them. In that lot was about 10-15 cars with folks sitting in their camp chairs staring up at the sky, and there was plenty of extra room. I knew we’d found our spot.

We pulled in, and I set about getting the camera ready. I’d read that it was important to have everything ready to go before it starts, because it is over before you know it, and you don’t want to be fighting with your gear. Meanwhile, Beck and I kept fighting the urge to look up and catch a glance of it…it was just so tempting!…and every time one of us would catch a reflection off the car window our the cell phone, we’d fret that we’d just done permanent eye damage! It was about that time that I discovered that I ended up not bringing (or losing somewhere) the piece that screws on to my camera and allows it to be mounted on the tripod. So…shit. 20 minutes to go.

I knew time was winding down, so I tried to come up with some sort of makeshift setup using an extra shirt wadded up on the car hood, but it was half-assed at best. Meanwhile, it just kept getting darker. I saw someone describe it as the “silver light”, and that’s honestly the best description. It was dark, but there was something almost akin to the brightest moonlight you’d ever seen, giving everything this silvery glow. We were both amazed at how even with just a sliver of the sun showing, it stayed amazingly bright. 10 minutes to go.

As the totality was approaching, Becky was sad that we didn’t have glasses, but I was trying to comfort her by saying that where we were, when it made it to totality, we wouldn’t need glasses. That’s why we drove that far. I could tell she was skeptical, though. After all, she remembers the incident with the living room floor heater (another story for another day). But I reassured her that I’d read it was safe. We just needed to wait for totality. 5 minutes to go.

We had a makeshift pinhole box set up, so we were able to sort of track the progress through it. Suddenly, and very quickly, the darkness got more pronounced, and the light even more “silvery”. It was starting to happen, and I was scrambling around trying to get the camera ready…trying to get my phone ready…trying not to look straight up at it now to see what it looked like. 2 minutes to go.

There was not a big lot of people there in the parking lot, but it had swelled a bit since we showed up. I’d say between the 2 stores and the gravel lot, there may have been 50 or so folks, but I may be way over (or under) estimating that crowd. However many it was, suddenly, a buzz emerged as the light started fading even faster. 1 minute to go.

I couldn’t stand it…I had to look up. Diamond ring phase! Holy shit, that IS intense light! Don’t look long…ok…now check again real fast…oh! was that Bailey’s Beads? A cheer goes up in the crowd…Becky tells me that the light is completely gone inside the pinhole box…and I tell her to look up…TOTALITY!

It. Was. Amazing.

We stared at it for a bit, just looking at the corona around that black disc in the sky. The pictures I have don’t show it well, so I color adjusted them a bit, but it was really more of a silvery blue color than it was golden. All I know is, it was beautiful. I grabbed my camera and tried to set it up for a few bracketed shots, but the shirt was not a good tripod, so I just tried to do some handheld shots. What I ended up doing was exactly what some of the articles I read about photographing it said NOT to do, which was to get so caught up in trying to take the photos that you forget to just be in the moment. And even though I did get a good look at totality, afterwards, I wished I’d just pitched the camera in the back seat and stared at the sky for the whole time. Within about 30 seconds, light started breaking from the other side of the moon, and totality was over. But man…how beautiful it was.

We both enjoyed seeing it SO much more than we even thought we would, and we both agreed that we understood how folks could become “eclipse junkies”, trying to seek out that shadow wherever it falls on the earth. It was just so special to be in that moment, even if I wasn’t fully in that moment like I should have been.

As the sun started to emerge again, Becky mentioned again that she wished we’d had glasses, and I suggested that since it was over, maybe she could go ask someone to borrow theirs, just to take a peek. I figured that most of them would be leaving soon anyway, and what did they need to hang on to them for? Maybe someone would just give us theirs. And give them they did. She asked a young man who was there with his kid if she could take a look, and he just gave her both pairs. It was awfully nice of him.

I figured, this is really just the same eclipse, just going in the other direction, so it will still be cool to look through the glasses. So look we did, for several minutes. It was neat to see it through those lenses, but we both agreed that seeing it without them was just way cooler. When we’d looked enough, we decided it was time to go. There was a couple that had been beside us, and they didn’t have glasses either, but they took off before we could offer them a chance to take a peek. We were wishing we’d caught them before they split, so I took a look around the lot, and I noticed a man, woman, and a few kids at the back of a car, just sort of looking around but not looking up.

They just sort of reminded me of what we must have looked like…looking all around, but not really looking up until it was safe…but knowing you were missing out on something. Beck handed me her pair, and I walked across the lot towards them. They spotted me coming towards them, and as I got closer, I asked if they had any glasses. They said that they didn’t, and I said, “well, here you go!”. They seemed awfully excited to get them, and I explained to them that we didn’t have them when we got there either…someone else had been kind enough to pass them along to us as they left, and we were leaving now, so we didn’t really need to take them with us. I really can’t explain it, but there was something about that moment that was as meaningful to me as the totality and brought me almost as much joy. It was as if there for a few minutes, we were all just humans again…not Hillary voters or Trump voters…just people helping people and enjoying the hell out of something awesome. I think we need more of those moments.

When I got back to the car, we talked for a minute about heading out, but first, I pulled up Yelp to see if there were any good food options around. The cellular data had been spotty all day, but for that moment, it worked just fine…long enough for us to make a horrible decision…and would barely work for most of the rest of the day…when we really needed it the most.

But that’s enough for tonight.

I’ll talk about that decision tomorrow.

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Recapping Twin Peaks: The Return: Part 15

The other night I had a dream in which I was singing a funny song to myself over and over. I woke up around 3 AM having to go to the bathroom and made a mental note to remember the song, which I knew clearly at that point. When I woke up at my normal hour, all I could remember was something about blah blah blah, and Mr. Milky. Writing these recaps every week is similar to that experience in that as soon as the credits have completely rolled, I pick up my book of notes and run to my laptop before anything that seems to make sense at the time stops making sense. And speaking of credits, did you catch the lady in the robe lurking in front of her apartment at the very very end? Why does this all feel like an actual nightmare?

We are so close to the end. After tonight's viewing of Part 15, there are only two more sit-downs till Twin Peaks: The Return is over. There's next week, then the two-part finale, and then we're done. Recappers of this show (myself included) keep saying part after part that it feels as though we're getting closer to answers, but my instincts are telling me that we are not going to be given anywhere near the amount of answers we're looking for two weeks from now. It's just like in an actual dream, where half makes sense, as your sleeping brain trickles electricity and attempts to fuse together loose ends from throughout life as you've lived it so far, and the other half is just pure blah blah blah, and Mr. Milky. But we should be happy with half.

I'll be personally happy if we get to learn who the hell that terrifying woman in the bathrobe was. There's hope it's an easy enough solution and we learn she's Judy, but then I look at my notes where I scrawled Diane's hair color = Judy Jetson?, and realize that we've all gone insane by this point and anything the hell is possible and we don't know shit. Granted, Mark Frost has been laying out easy to follow clues for us in his book The Secret History of Twin Peaks, when he's not otherwise wrapped up with things like tonight's cameo as a dog owner named Cyril Pons, and it will be very interesting to read how he spreads out the 18 parts of The Returnin the follow-up to that book, Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier, which comes out on Halloween. Has there ever been a show with this many reference materials before? We need all the help we can get.

Part 15 gives us our first extended viewing of passion and love that doesn't end with something horrific when Big Ed Hurly (Everett McGill) is finally, after years of guilty servitude to his one-eyed wife Nadine (Wendy Robie), set free. Nadine walks a great distance to Big Ed's Gas Farm, carrying her trusty golden shovel, to tell him that she's been selfish all these years by keeping him from Norma (Peggy Lipton), and that he should run to her, which he does, as soon as he makes sure Nadine means what she's saying, because she's said this to him before. Upon confirmation, Big Ed hightails it to the RR Diner, and as he enters, Otis Redding is singing I've Been Loving You Too Long from the jukebox. The song continues through this whole scene, the lyrics matching what we're shown perfectly, acting as the perfect soundtrack for the near-tragic love affair between he and Norma.

When Big Ed sees Norma, he tells her that everything has changed now, that they can be together. But, not so fast: Norma's man-friend Walter (Grant Goodeve) enters the diner right behind him, and Ed gets brushed off with an I'm sorry as Norma and Walter go sit in a booth together. Ed orders a coffee at the counter from Shelly (Mdchen Amick), adding on a side of cyanide under his breath, and then shuts his eyes, almost as though he's wishing for what's about to happen next. In their booth, Norma tells Walter that she wants him to buy her out of the seven RR franchises he helped her obtain, which also serves as a breakup notification. Walter says some dickish businessman stuff to her and then leaves. We then cut back over to Ed, still at the counter with his eyes closed, and slowly see Norma's hand touch his shoulder. They kiss, he proposes, and Shelly looks on tearfully while holding a pot of coffee. As the camera takes us outside for several sunny views of the Twin Peaks scenery, the viewer can't help but brace for something terrible, but nothing terrible happens. Could it be that Ed is the only one in town to have caught an actual break? Maybe that was some Santera shit he burned in Part 13 and now his spell was granted? Or maybe there is such a thing as love in the world of Twin Peaks. We'll see.

The meat of Part 15 happens next and we follow Evil Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan) as he drives his truck down a dark stretch of road. He arrives at the convenience store we saw the woodsmen twitching in and out of in Part 8 and Penderecki's Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima is our given soundtrack for this moment. Fitting, seeing as though we're lead to believe that an explosion set all of this into motion. He walks up the outside stairs leading to the apartment above the store (although, it's telling that there's no door on the side), and tells a resident woodsman that he's looking for Phillip Jeffries. Up to this point, we've been wondering what form we'd be shown for present day Jeffries, seeing how David Bowie, who played the character in Fire Walk With Me, has passed on, and the answer is: as a ball of steam blown out from a similar butt-plug-esque antenna we've seen before, primarily in Part 3 when Naido (Nae Yuuki) flipped a lever on one and was blasted into space. Nathan Frizzell, an Athens, Texas born actor whose claim to fame so far has been bit parts in TV shows such as Veronica Mars, CSI, and something called Bloomers, provides the voice of Jeffries, an evolved, semi-metallic hiss with a slight Southern drawl.

What's made abundantly clear here is that this apartment above the convenience store is not a physical structure, and neither is the convenience store. The apartment is triple the size of the actual store and Cooper walks and walks, reality glitching from his path through the apartment, to a path in the woods, and back again. He heads up an interior flight of stairs, the same stairs that Gordon Cole (David Lynch) saw the woodsmen standing on when he almost got sucked into a vortex in Part 11, and reaches a door. When he opens the door, he's outside again, in front of a series of run-down apartments. He's pointed towards one marked No. 8, but the door is locked. Don't worry, though, the scariest person you've ever seen in your life comes creeping up, wearing a bathrobe, and speaks backwards to tell Evil Cooper that she can unlock it for him. Once inside, he has a back and forth with steampot Jeffries, trying to learn more about Judy. Jeffries doesn't give him much in the way of an answer, but he does puff out numbers that could either be coordinates or a phone number, tells Evil Cooper that he's already met Judy, and that he should get in touch himself. During this exchange, it seems as though Jeffries thinks he's talking to the actual Cooper, and not his doppelgnger, which is curious and makes us recall Bowie's scene in Fire Walk With Me, where he points to Cooper and asks Cole, Who do you think that is there? We know that there are two Coopers, but do we really know which one is which?

Soon after, Evil Cooper answers a call on a nearby rotary phone and is transported, very Matrix-like, back outside in front of the convenience store, where he's met by the gun of Richard Horne (Eamon Farren). The two have a little exchange and we learn from Richard that his mother is, indeed, Audrey Horne, so there's that. Strangely enough, he recognizes the man he believes to be Dale Cooper from a photograph his mom used to have a long time ago. As expected, Evil Cooper knocks him around a bit, takes his gun away, and tells him to get in the truck. How cute! It's a father and son reunion! Before they head off, however, Evil Cooper sends a text to Diane (probably) that just reads, Vegas?

Speaking of which, more and more threads are being tied up in Sin City. Seeing how Anthony Sinclair (Tom Sizemore) failed his mission and confessed his sins in Part 13, Chantal (Jennifer Jason Leigh) goes ahead and gruesomely kills Duncan Todd (Patrick Fischler) and his assistant Roger (Joe Adler), telling her husband, Hutch (Tim Roth), that there's One down, one to go. (Yes, they have post-bloodshed burgers.) With Warden Murphy (James Morrison) and now Duncan Todd out of the way, it's safe to assume that Dougie/Cooper is the one to go left on that Vegas hit list. The good news is that Dougie/Cooper might be back to his Special Agent ways. While eating another piece of his beloved chocolate cake, Dougie/Cooper switches on the television, only to find Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard. Wouldn't you know, he comes across the exact moment a character named Gordon Cole appears (absolutely real, by the way), which not only startles our Starman but also seemingly electrifies a nearby electrical socket. Curious, Dougie/Cole takes his fork over to the socket and, after some struggle, jams it in, shocking himself and scaring the hell out of Janey-E (Naomi Watts).

Rest assured, some other big stuff happens: Becky's (Amanda Seyfried)husband Steven (Caleb Landry Jones) may or may not have killed himself in the woods (possibly out of guilt for killing Becky?); James (James Marshall) andhis green-gloved co-worker Freddie (Jake Wardle) land in jail with the rest of the creeps after getting into a violent brawl at the Roadhouse (all set to the tune of ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man, mind you)with Renee's husband Chuck, aka the Chuck from Audrey and Charlie's ensuing conversation; and Audrey and Charlie nearly leave their house to finally make their way towards the Roadhouse, only to stall again. Perhaps someone's suffering from a little agoraphobia? Or maybe things aren't exactly what they seem? Maybe both. Fortunately for them, they didn't have to see the nightmare that went down at the Roadhouse, where a young woman is physically removed from her booth by two bikers, to which she crawls away into the crowd and screams. By now, the Roadhouse has become a boiling pot of pain, aggression, and sex-ring danger. It wouldn't surprise me if the majority of the finale took place there, with half the town erupting into violent chaos.

We close here with the saddest scene to happen in The Return so far. For one last time, Margaret Lanterman (Catherine E. Coulson), aka The Log Lady, calls Hawk (Michael Horse) to tell him she's dying. Coulson passed away on September 28, 2015 and it's impossible to imagine how hard it was to film this scene when both she and David Lynch knew it would be her last both on the show and in her lifetime. She leaves Hawk with some parting final words of wisdom saying, Watch for that one. The one I told you about. The one under the moon on Blue Pine Mountain, and then we see her cabin lights shut off for good. Goodnight, Margaret.

Goodbye, Margaret.

DAMN FINE QUOTES

True Love is giving the other what makes them happy. Nadine

Where will I be? Will I be with the rhinoceros? Steven

My Log is turning gold. Log Lady

NEXT WEEK ON TWIN PEAKS

Did Dougie/Cooper get zapped back to Cooper status, or is he dead?

Does the Vegas FBI office find the real Jones family? And does the Blue Rose Task Force make their way to them as well?

How's Evil Cooper and Richard's road trip going?

TONIGHT AT THE ROADHOUSE

The Veils perform AXOLOTL