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wolfjackle-creates · 11 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 2 Part 18

Welcome to another WIP Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

Arc 1 AO3 Link

Arc 2: Part 1, Previous

Word Count: 1.7k

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From the radio station, the four traveled to the television studio for their next interview. The host had listened to their radio interview and helped summarize much of the information before asking further questions.

Tim and his teammates called into question the biases of the Drs Fenton and hoped their criticisms would bring others to think twice before taking their word as gospel.

When they were finally done, it was almost nine.

Tim shot off a quick text to Bruce for his morning check-in. He noticed Conner texting someone, too. “Who’re you talking to?” he asked.

“Sam. She says Danny’s still passed out. But her parents are talking about some sort of press release the mayor is planning on putting on at City Hall at ten.”

Cassie groaned. “Ugh, more reporters. Please say we don’t have to go.”

“We should,” said Tim. “But we can go in civvies.”

“Can we at least get breakfast first?” asked Bart. “It’s been hours since we woke up!”

“Yeah,” agreed Cassie. “I’m starving. Let’s get some food. I think I saw a diner when we flew to our second interview.”

Before Tim could consider protesting, Conner had him secure in his arms and TTK and they were in the air.

“Lead the way, Wonder Girl.”

Tim scowled to hide his smile. “Oh sure, don’t listen to your leader. Just do whatever.”

“You’d let us starve?” wailed Connor. “Then we’ll stage a mutiny!”

Cassie laughed. “Yeah, see how long you remain in charge of a hangry speedster, half-kryptonian, and demigoddess.”

Tim grinned. “Oh, but you forget I know you all very well. I can win you back to my side. Starting with Kon.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” demanded Conner.

“Easy. I’ll just bribe you with Alfred’s cookies and a great movie. If I add in a dash of ‘I need your help’ and my puppy dog eyes and you’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand.”

“That’s another square on my bingo card!” called back Cassie. “And look, we’re here!” She pointed down to a quintessential American diner with green glass windows.

The group met Bart a block away in an alley where they shed their gear.

“I’ll tell Sam what we’re up to.” Conner pulled out his phone to send the message.

“Quit wasting time! We’re on a deadline,” moaned Bart as he positioned himself behind Conner and tried to push him towards the street and breakfast.

Conner laughed and refused to budge, so Tim figured a demonstration of his power was in order.

He got in front of Conner and pouted at him. “I know I was joking about not allowing breakfast, but I’m the one who didn’t eat before the interviews. An omelet is calling my name.”

Conner groaned and ran a hand down his face. “Fuck you, Rob.” But he stalked forward out of the alley.

Tim and Bart exchanged grins.

“Seriously, Tim,” said Cassie. “This trip has been great for my bingo card.”

Tim stuck his tongue out at her and jogged to catch up with Conner.

Breakfast was simple but tasty and they devoured far too much food. Their waitress was clearly impressed with her first exposure to a speedsters appetite. Add in a super and a demigoddess and it was obscene.

All too soon, however, it was time to go to the mayor’s press conference. As they made their way there, they joined a growing crowd. Clearly many people were interested in whatever the mayor had planned.

In the crowd, he could hear comments about their interviews. It seems both had been posted online and already had thousands of views. Some people seemed to be sympathetic to them, but others were mistrustful of the “outsiders.”

“If they’re such good friends, why did it take so long for them to come here?” asked one man of his friend.

“I’ve a cousin in Central City. She says trouble always follows a superhero,” said another.

Tim exchanged a look with Conner. He’d be able to hear more conversations and could share his perceptions later.

Before long, they were entering City Hall. Already the seats were full, so they were forced to stand in the back. Jack and Maddie were sitting near the front. Jeremy and Pamela Manson sat on the opposite side of the room as them, but also were near the front of the room.

Tim exchanged looks with his teammates to make sure they saw both couples. Conner was glaring at Maddie and Jack.

“They’re complaining about our interviews,” said Conner. “Throwing around guesses that we are either possessed or have already been brainwashed by the ghosts.”

“At least we know they aren’t observant. Maybe they won’t notice us.”

Mayor Montez stepped up to the podium and everyone fell silent. “People of Amity Park, we have been faced with a threat the likes of which we’ve never before seen! And based on the events of this morning, it doesn’t seem like we’ll be able to rely on outside help to get us out of it.”

A stone sunk in Tim’s stomach and he exchanged looks with his friends.

“We only have one piece of business today: Defeating the ghosts that infest our town. And to do that, I'm calling for a vote to cede all ghost policing and security decisions”—he held up a photo of Maddie—“to Maddie Fenton.” As Tim watched, however, the mayor’s eyes glowed red and he winced. “I mean Jack,” he corrected, holding up a new picture of Jack Fenton. “The completely competent Jack Fenton.”

“He’s overshadowed,” breathed Conner.

Tim nodded and was already sending a message to Sam, Tucker, and Danny. “And who knows who else.”

Before they could say anything else, the mayor continued, “And we’ve located the ghost responsible for all the terror inflicted on our town.” He held up a picture of Phantom. “Whatever some outsiders may have tried to lie to you about this very morning.”

A gasp rang out among the crowd. Tim glanced at his friends. Conner was glaring at the mayor fiercely and Tim attempted to step in front of him, as pointless as their relative sizes made the action.

The mayor smiled viciously as a panicked crescendo rose from the crowd. Tim’s phone vibrated in his hand and he saw a response from Sam.

Sam: We saw Sam: Danny is on his way Sam: And we’re following as fast we can

Under his breath, Tim muttered, “Conner, you and Bart should go suit up. Cassie and I will stay and keep an eye on what’s going on. Stay close, but try not to be seen unless an attack happens.” Subtly, grateful for their places against the wall, he passed over the thermos he’d taken with him that morning.

Tim heard Conner’s sigh of relief as the two slipped away. He hated pretending to be a civilian in a crisis. Even more than the rest of them.

Cassie whispered, “I almost hate you for keeping me here.”

Tim just bumped their shoulders together.

The mayor, or rather the ghost inhabiting him, raised his arm and silence slowly fell. “We cannot call for outside help. Those who call themselves the Young Justice today proved that the so-called heroes of this world will defend our enemy over us. That they will spread lies to keep us subject to the whims of these ghosts.” The last word was spat. “So we must solve the problem ourselves. Jack Fenton, if the people of this town agree, you and those you train will be our defense force, will you do this?”

Jack near jumped three feet in the air in his excitement. “I’ve been training for this my entire life, Mayor Montez! I’ll be honored.”

“I believe we must institute martial law! The 9 PM curfew will remain in place. No one will be allowed on the streets alone. No loitering. The park will be closed until further notice. Same with the public pool and library and a number of other locations. Drs Fenton, will you be able to set up buildings protected by ghost shields where people can gather for safety?”

Whispering broke out among the public. Maddie stood tall next to her husband, though being continually overlooked in favor of him was clearly grating on her. “We can. Fenton Works is already protected and within two days we can have another shield up and ready. Within the week, we could have five.”

The whispered were almost loud enough to drown her out by the time she finished speaking

“Order! Order!” called Mayor Montez. “All in favor of declaring martial law, and allowing the completely competent Jack Fenton to mobilize a massive ghost hunt, please say—”

But cutting off the mayor, Danny, in his Phantom form, suddenly appeared in the air in the middle of the hall. “I might be too young to vote, but I’m casting one anyway.”

Around them, everyone gasped and people began backing away even as Danny shifted to look at them. Tim and Cassie both tensed and prepared to run.

“You people have to listen to me,” urged Danny. “I’m on your side.”

Mayor Montez took a step back as members of his security moved to stand in front of him. Jack and Maddie jumped up and glared at him.

“You’re not fooling anybody, ghost kid!” declared Jack. “You are going down!” He reached back and pulled out the Fenton fishing rod, the line was horribly tangled and Jack began messing with it. “As soon as I finish untangling this thing.”

Cassie let out a disbelieving huff.

Tim shook his head. “Apparently,” he replied to her unasked question. He pulled out his phone and shot a message to Bart and Conner.

Rob: get back here now Rob: All 4 of us are needed

Before he even finished typing his last message, Bart was at his side. Just in time to see Danny mutter something and shoot an ectoblast at his parents who were thrown back with the force of it, destroying the podium and leaving a burn mark on the ground.

“Shit,” muttered Tim. “Cassie, let’s go. Impulse, try to help where you can.”

“You’ve got it.”

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And so the best of intentions go awry!

I can almost taste the end of this arc, but for all I know, that'll take another 10k to finish. So we'll see what happens. Hope you enjoyed.

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#dpxdc #now we find out the consequences of the interviews #amity parkers not trusting the JL will have zero consequences for the town #none at all #walker's plan is still going forward #and the worst is yet to come #*evil grin*

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canonicallyobserving911 · 10 months

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WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 15 is available on AO3 & Chapter 16 will be posted soon.

Currently 15 chapters completed: 484.9K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

I'm so excited to finish writing Chapter 16 because there are so many things happening for Buck and Eddie and the Diaz Family. For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 15, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie got engaged and they're in the process of planning the day their going to get married but it's different from the day they're planning to have an actual ceremony. They're getting married in December 2023 but the ceremony won't take place until May 2024 so they can invite their found family and Eddie's family to the ceremony. Buck told Eddie he wants to take his last name and they immediately started saying they're going to be Mr. & Mr. Diaz. Also, two more people discovered they're in a relationship but who was it and what did they see? Bobby already knows so who else saw something that caused them to believe they're already together?

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Here's some romantic fluff between Buck and Eddie from Chapter 16.

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“Babe… I logged into the LAFD HR intranet site and checked the amount of vacation time I have left for this year.” Eddie says.

“How much do you have?”

“A lot. Actually, I have more than 300 hours of unused time so…” He walks over and wraps his arms around Buck’s waist then he kisses him on the cheek. “Since we’ll be newlyweds, how about I take three weeks off work so we can rest when we get back. All three of us are going to be jet lagged and I remember it takes one full day of sleep for every hour ahead we'll be traveling and that means…” He lowers his voice and whispers something naughty into Buck’s ear.

Buck blushes then replies, “Mm, that sounds like a plan and we can also…” He lowers his voice too and whispers something even naughtier into Eddie’s ear.

“Well, I love how that sounds future Mr. Diaz!” Eddie says with a huge smile on his face then he leans in and breathlessly kisses his fiancé.

Where are Buck, Eddie and Chris going for Christmas? 👀

Are they going to tell anyone other than Chris about their plan to get married while they're away? 👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-15 are available on AO3.

Continue reading on AO3

Chapter 16 will be posted soon. I'm almost finished proofing and editing it.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #Hiatus Reading #WIP Wednesday #buddie wip #911 on abc #911 abc

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umichenginabroad · 7 months

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Stockholm Week 9: Booking the Rest of the Weekends!

This week was supposedly a stressful midterm week but thanks to the work I put in last weekend, I had an oddly relaxing week.

I booked a bunch of flights (hopefully the last) this week too ⸜( ˙ ˘ ˙)⸝♡

My wallet is suffering but I’m brainwashing myself that this is a lifetime opportunity I need to catch.

3/11 Mon: Ivar Los Park + Italy!

I had the mission of finding the tablecloth my mom bought in Stockholm Stadsmission during her stay. She was sad that she didn’t buy more of the same design since it fit the table size too perfectly. As a good daughter, I decided to do a scavenger hunt for it before it ran out of stock.

Unfortunately, the ones with the same design were gone when I arrived. Although I failed my mom’s request, my own hunt was successful! I found a skirt and dress that fit perfectly. I couldn’t resist buying them since they were less than $10 each too.

My Midterm paper for Crime Fiction class was due on Tuesday but I was close to being done due to last weekend’s grind. With light steps, I continued to spend time outside, enjoying the sun. Since I was already in Mariatorget and didn’t want to go home yet, I took a long walk around the Ivar Los Park.

The park was smaller than I thought. I sat down on a bench for a little while until I got up to walk alongside Monteliusvägen. The clear sky amplified the beauty of the view, lightening up my mood as well.

I tried to capture every moment in my head so that I could look back to these moments when I was exhausted.

During my 40-minute walk, I discovered a kindergarten, church, ballet school, and Mojang studios (shoutout to Minecraft fans). I shared my happiness with my grandparents in Korea by calling them and chit-chatting for a while.

A few snaps from my point of view

I walked back home since the park wasn’t too far from my apartment. I noticed that our apartment also had a small garden and walking paths, so I strolled around in the little garden until I was satisfied with the amount of Vitamin D intake.

For the longest time, something inside me had been bugging me to travel to Amsterdam and see the tulip festival. I tried scheduling times with my friends, but I couldn’t find anyone available during the weekend I was planning to go.

It was then that I got in touch with my friend from home, who is also studying abroad in Europe. We started talking about our travel plans and scheduling availability. Going to Amsterdam failed again because of our tight schedule, but we managed to find a weekend to visit Italy!!! It didn’t take us long to book our flights and come up with Airbnb lists ( ˃ᴗ˂ )

3/12 Tue

In Swedish class, we were assigned random groups to do a team assignment.

There are too many ways to pronounce words

I don’t know how but dumplings kept coming up in our conversations (we were hungry), and I just had to go grab dumplings after class.

These pork dumplings were a bit greasy but they tasted a bit like dim sum and I loved that

I walked around the vicinity after getting re-energized. More and more flower vendors have been popping up here and there, and I walked by slowly to enjoy the sight and the scent of flowers.

Tulips usually aren’t my favorites but the ones here are absolutely gorgeous ✿(′ᵕ′*)

For dinner, I followed a kimchi fried rice recipe with cabbage instead. It was delicious as usual :)

I’m running out of menus though ;-;

3/13 Wed: Productive Day

Wednesdays without any field studies are arguably the best!

I slept in and made a sandwich salad combo for brunch.

Pesto is always right

I stayed home and worked on the second midterm essay of this week for Glued to the Screen TV Film course. I was more of a test girl than an essay girl but oddly, I enjoyed writing the three essays that are 2.5 pages each. I really think blogging is helping to lower the mental hurdles I have for writing essays.

After finishing the essays early, I switched the subject and worked on two different group projects. It was a very productive day!

3/14 Thu: Malta!

I stayed in the DIS building after the morning class until my late afternoon core class began. I was going to go to one of these recommended study cafes but got too lazy to go out.

A map of good places to study!

I couldn’t get rid of the thought of going to Amsterdam, so I logged into Ryanair again.

The Ryanair website had an option to select “Anywhere” for the destination. Out of boredom and curiosity, I set the dates to one of my available weekends and scrolled through the possible destinations.

I found relatively cheap flight options to Hungary, Germany, Latvia, Estonia, Austria, the United Kingdom, Greece, and Malta. Out of those options, Greece and Malta caught my eye. I would’ve loved to go to Santorini but that wasn’t an option. When I searched Malta on Google, I was captivated by the scenery. I LOVE the beach and it happened to be Malta’s specialty. I could feel my lingering desire for Amsterdam finally dissipating as I looked at the pictures of Malta.

I contemplated for a while, calculating the expenses, and clicked the button to buy the flight ticket. A solo trip to Malta in April is officially confirmed! I’m becoming more and more spontaneous but I don’t hate the change. I’m working on trying out things that I wouldn’t have done before, and this is a step towards my goal.

For dinner, I made a quick and healthy meal out of oatmeal. I’ve been into oatmeal recipes lately; they are easy and fulfilling! Since oatmeal was healthy, I ate chips to balance out.

For the rest of the night, I read the second half of The Legacy by Yrsa Sigurðardóttir for the Crime Fiction class tomorrow.

3/15 Fri

I woke up early around 7 am to finish the book.

After classes, my friend and I grabbed lunch at a Thai restaurant.

The pad thai was good but I couldn’t stop comparing it to No Thai

If you’re reading this in Ann Arbor, please get pad thai or drunken noodles or potato curry at No Thai for me.

Anyway, our lunch date didn’t end there. Yes, we were full after lunch. Yes, we got boba. I have been refraining from getting boba too much because I knew my addiction would kick in again soon enough. But it was Friday and I was productive this week, so I got it as a treat for myself.

I tried working on homework that evening, but I couldn’t get myself to focus enough to finish it. So Friday night ended up as a self-care night in my bed as well ( * ˘╰╯˘ *)

3/16 Sat: Study Date

On Saturday, I got to sleep in until 11:30 am. I was still in my bed rolling around when my friend asked me if I wanted to come with her to go do work in a cafe. It didn’t take too long to realize that I wouldn’t do any work if I stayed home, so I composed myself and got ready to go out.

We headed to Gamla Stan but it was packed with even more people than usual. I blame the good weather.

After failing to find a spot in three different cafes, we moved over to T-Centralen and found a good study place.

The cafe is called the Kaferang City - I got Snapple but it was $5.50 ;-;

The music and distant conversations helped me focus and finish my assignments (+ blogging) for the week!

On the way back home, I stopped at ICA to get groceries. I bought a pack of raw chicken breast for the first time, and it took me TWO hours to cook it + make dinner. My legs hurt by the end but once I tasted my dinner I knew it was worth it!

I was so afraid that chicken would be raw so I cut some into thirds, not even halves

When I went back home I was irresistibly drawn to stay horizontal in my bed. I made a good choice to start a new novel but a bad choice to read until 5 am.

3/17 Sun

Free time!

My roommate hasn’t come back from her weekend trip so I had all the space to myself. Moreover, I didn’t have much to do because I did most of it yesterday at the cafe.

Sooo I basically spent the whole day finishing reading the novel except doing a brief project meeting and submitting finalized homework assignments.

This week was an opportunity for me to rest peacefully, both mentally and physically. I love traveling but felt that taking a rest was a necessary step for me.

It has been two months already since I came to Stockholm. Thank you for reading my weekly essays and I promise you that I’ll come back with more stories to tell next week!

Vi ses,

Jiwoo Kim

Chemical Engineering

DIS Study Abroad in Stockholm, Sweden

#UmichEnginAbroad #IPEStockholm #JiwooKim #IPEWinter24 #Sweden

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merrybandofmurderers · 4 months

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I love all the different ships you have! There's no limits, anyone in the lore is game! 🤩 I've seen OC x OC on your dash before, especially on wip wednesdays, and I've read a few~ Now, though... I kinda wanna know more! Are you just making them up as you go? Do they all have some (wip?) stories to go along with them?

(the Iron Bull x Sable x Fenris and Briala x Zenith are especially interesting to me... 🫣)

so i've actually like, played-played very few of my ocs. i've made all of them--and thus played the first quest--in game at least once (altho some have appearances i need to update), but long-term playtime is more sparse. i do tend to figure out my oc's personalities BY playing, so as a result, some ocs are more fleshed out than others

i've slowed down on the oc-making, but when i first started playing in,, 2018? 2019?? i just kept getting more and more ideas the more i played, and then i'd have to start over to make the next, and then the next

see, i only started playing dragon age FOR the ocs. becuz i LOVE making ocs! even for original writing, it's always been my favorite part of story-telling. and by far the best part of dragon age--and the thing that keeps me here tbqh--is the fandom aspect of sharing ocs and talking about ocs and doing oc memes and getting commissions of your ocs and making your ocs kiss your friends' ocs. ahem

anyway. i STILL haven't played dao and da2 (altho i WILL, if for no other reason than i have so many oc ideas for them), but inquisition was enough to spawn LOTS of oc concepts. um, i just counted and it looks like i've plateaued at 64 lmao (not counting kids cuz there's only a few that i'm completely decided on)

i do plan to write SOMETHING for every oc. not as involved as the pavellan or tranquil oc fics, but something. i've got a handful already in the works and several more in the planning stages

so i did start with the canon origins and canon romances but,, that obviously did not keep me satisfied lmao. i have certain characters selected as inquistors with others being strictly companions (atp most of my ocs are "companion ocs")

i'm not really sure how to explain this, but basically all of my ocs exist in thedas at once, with different handfuls all being part of individual worldstates. in each worldstate there is a designated inquisitor with others being companions, and that is those characters' story. but regardless of which worldstate is at the fore, the rest are still in thedas doing their thing, either related to their origin or working for the inquisition more distantly (i really need to make a spreadsheet for this)

there are some ocs though that are designated "inquisition agents" that are technically present in every worldstate even if they don't feature in the individual story. sable and zenith are two of those. they are part of a vigilante squad that travels thedas helping alienages. the other two members are jude and wren. in every iteration they end up joining the inquisition as agents

the four of them originate from the starkhaven alienage. sable (ze/they) is from another alienage that was purged and ze settled in starkhaven with wren's family. zenith (ze/zir) is the child of a ben-hassrath who gave birth in the alienage while on the run and gave zir up to an elven couple. jude (they/them) is a half-elf/half-dwarf mage, their mother being an alienage elf and their father a carta dwarf. wren (he/him) is the most normal of the lot, being your average city elf

sable is a two-handed warrior, and ze develops a romance with bull; after the inquisitor [unspecified] leaves hawke in the fade, fenris shows up, and in the process of mourning and healing, partners with the pair of them. zenith, a dual-wield rogue, first develops a romance with sera, then gets close with briala during WEWH and begins a romance with her too. jude, the group's mage, romances harding; wren, a sword and shield warrior, romances krem

so. that's a run-down on the oc situation and the ocs you asked about. as established, i LOVE talking about ocs, so you're welcome to ask about any that pique your interest in particular!

#sorry if this is kind of incoherent i've been so busy lately my brain is mush lmao #answers #spainkitty #i used to do lots of ask memes and oc memes i just havent had the mental bandwidth lately but i'll get back to them #but you're welcome to peruse the ''oc stuff'' tag. LOTS of info there altho some of it is outdated atp OTL

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mareastrorum · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday: TF&TS (The Plan)

Here is a scene from chapter 1 of a longfic I am working on.

Fanfic Summary: Mollymauk Tealeaf survived the encounter with the Iron Shepherds, but a short time later, a spirit had begun hunting him, claiming that he stole his body. This Campaign 2 AU begins with Episode 26 and continues on from there.

This fanfic will be posted on AO3 starting in June or July.

Caleb Widogast was having fourth thoughts about recruiting Otis. He had his second thoughts immediately upon seeing them in that tavern in Shadycreek Run, and then had third thoughts upon recruiting Caduceus Clay and overhearing Otis’s strange opinions about the Blooming Grove.

Each time, Caleb had reasoned that the Mighty Nein could use all the help they could get. He could not be picky, especially considering that Otis was already familiar with the Savalirwood and the Sour Nest. They had even sketched out a reasonably intelligible map of the grounds and the building—apparently, it had been a former Jagentoth manor, then was converted to a hideout for the Iron Shepherds after an “untimely” death in the family.

Unfortunately, the Nein had briefly stopped by to discover that there were more than double the earlier number of guards. That was when Otis had suggested a plan: lure a monster out of the Savalirwood to the Sour Nest. And as terrible as that sounded, none of the Nein had a better idea for dealing with quite so many guards without tipping the Iron Shepherds off that they were there to rescue the others.

Thus, Caleb and Beau were following Otis through the Savalirwood to a supposed monster lair of a “bone bear” they were sure they could lure to the Sour Nest. Otis had not explained how the group was to accomplish this, but, well…

“Trust me, trust me, it’ll be awesome,” Otis snickered as they led through a surprisingly quick path through the overgrown wood. Was it that Otis had traveled this way before, or were they that familiar with how the corrupted trees grew in the area? At this point, Caleb’s fourth thoughts had been going on so long that they may as well be the fifth, too.

“Listen, uh, Otis,” Beau grumbled as she deftly maneuvered through the roots, though Caleb was having trouble following. “How are we gonna get this thing back there?”

“You said you’re fast!” Otis barked. “So I’m gonna ride on your shoulders shooting at it to piss it off, and you’re gonna run back to lead it. And the wizard’s gonna stay outta sight and slow it, ‘cause it’s gonna be quick.”

Beau made a half-grimace half-scowl of disapproval, but she turned and nodded her head at Caleb to speak in her stead. At least she was trying to be civil—rather, trying to avoid hostility.

“Ah, excuse me—you want Beauregard to lure it and I will follow behind it?” Caleb stumbled, both figuratively and literally as his foot caught on a root while he was distracted. “Ow.”

“Safest place, really, really,” Otis replied excitedly. “Those bears get fixed on whatever they’re chasin’, and anythin’ else nearby is gonna get outta the way. It’ll clear all the dense brush, too, so even if you fall behind, it’ll be fuckin’ easy to get back. All we gotta do is make sure I piss it off the most and Beau doesn’t drop me, and we’re good!”

Caleb felt a bit of awe at the courage of this halfling so willing to risk their own life to anger a bear made of bones and to trust a human they met only hours earlier to carry them to safety all in the name of rescuing an old friend that was supposed to be dead… but mostly it was sheer exasperation that they had found someone more foolhardy than Mollymauk. Beauregard looked back at Caleb with her are we really doing this? face. He could only sigh and nod in reply.

They continued another thirty-six minutes of slow, careful hiking with only the noise of the woods. Creaking trees, rustling leaves, distant howls and growls. Otis paused in place once they heard snarling close by, then stifled their laughing completely and quietly continued forward. So, the halfling could be silent after all.

Moonlight broke through the clouds and trees ahead into a small clearing. The trio carefully made their way behind a large tree just at the edge and peeked around the brush.

Judging by the stray pieces of bone and fur scattered about, it indeed seemed like a bear with bones grown around its fur had once made its den in the hollowed out tree at the other end of the small glade. Small piles of clean bones to either side of the entrance bolstered that theory.

But there were five large wolves (dire wolves perhaps?) gathered around a mass of meat, snarling loudly as they ate, a few fighting over whatever particularly appetizing section they felt was theirs. They ripped through the bony flesh easily, massive jaws crunching their meal with vigor as they devoured a bear that must have been taller than the firbolgs left behind at the Sour Nest.

No. Their faces, their tongues, their ears, their legs, their torsos were too long. Far too long. Each body extended several dozen feet, weaving around the others like snakes…

No, they all connected to a single set of rear legs.

It was one wolf beast with five torsos. Five heads. Five mouths.

Caleb forced himself to swallow and take a breath once he realized he had stopped breathing, then very slowly moved his entire body behind the tree. Beau and Otis soon followed.

Gods, they needed to get out of there. Now.

“So, uh… I guess I forgot to check the moon,” Otis chuckled maniacally under their breath. “It, uh, it wanders pretty far south this time in the cycle. Uh, uh, well— heheheheh, this might work, too. Listen, that thing doesn’t move through thick woods too great, so if we stick to the rough terrain, it’ll be way slower.”

“You want to lure that?” Beau hissed in a whisper. “That? What the fuck is that?”

“That’s the Wolf-King,” Otis replied blithely. “It’s got a pretty big territory, so it kinda works its way through the wood dependin’ on the moon. It doesn’t stay long though, it eats and then leaves, so this might work better, ‘cause once it’s done eatin’ whatever it can see, it’ll fuckin’ run.”

“How certain are you?” Caleb questioned, sounding far more calm than he felt. While the Wolf-King looked like it would take care of the guards, it would do the Nein no good to lure a monster that would lay claim to the Sour Nest as its own den.

“For sure, for sure,” Otis answered as they nodded. “Been in these woods for years, and the Uttolots have been after that thing for just as long. Jagoda had maps and notes about it that, uh, happened to get lost when the Trebain family wanted to settle a grudge.” Otis grinned wide. “It’ll eat whatever’s in sight, but as soon as it loses track of somethin’, it’ll run off huntin’ for somethin’ else. It’s got five brains, so it never waits for anythin’ to come outta hidin’ ‘cause all it takes is for a buncha them get distracted to drag the rest away. So, worst case: we run into the Nest and get out of reach. Or on top, ‘cause it’s shit at climbin’.”

“You actually think we can outrun that?” Beau pressed skeptically.

Caleb was not sure what prompted the switch in tone and demeanor, but Otis narrowed their eyes at Beau, then grinned wickedly.

“Lucien does this sorta shit all the time,” Otis sassed. “Hells, he’s the one that came up with this plan for fuckin’ with the Jagentoths. You’re faster than him, right? Right?”

Beau glared indignantly as she clenched her jaw, then huffed, “How fast is it?”

“Pretty fast, yeah, yeah, but it gets caught on stuff easy, so if it gets close, you just gotta run through some tight spaces and it’ll hafta slow down,” Otis chuckled deviously.

As obvious as that manipulation was, Caleb could not help but think that it was for the best. This was probably the stupidest idea they could have gone for, but with his adrenaline already pumping and knowing what the Shepherds were up to back at the Nest—no, they could not wait, and they could not return empty-handed. If Beauregard was confident in her ability to traverse the forest, he would trust that. It was a calculated risk. One they could manage.

He just wasn’t sure how Otis had known that would persuade Beauregard.

“I can still slow it,” Caleb between long, steady breaths. “Just be careful, Beauregard.”

Beau met Caleb’s eyes, and while they seemed to be equally reticent, they both nodded. If anyone could get away from that monstrosity, it was her. And if she had to, she could just shove Otis off and flee. Beau might not be as ruthless as Fjord or himself, but Caleb was confident she would do what was necessary to get out of this.

Or perhaps that was Bren shining through in a dark moment and expecting Beau to become just as heartless.

No matter. They were in dire straights, and softness was not going to rescue the others. Caleb could feel guilty about it later. For now, they needed to lure a monster.

“Shit at climbing, you said?” Beau asked as she looked up at the tree behind her.

“Yeah, yeah,” Otis confirmed.

“Caleb, c’mon,” Beau said as she readied her hands as a foothold on her knee. Caleb frowned, but clambered up with her help onto the lowest branch, about eight feet up. He only barely managed to lift himself up after readjusting onto her shoulders. There was no doubt he would have a graceless leap down, but it would keep him out of sight when the Wolf-King ran past. By the time Caleb had adjusted for a good vantage point to cast—practically laying on his stomach along the branch—Beau had already lifted Otis onto her shoulders, and Otis had readied their crossbow.

“Ready,” Caleb wheezed unenthusiastically as he pulled molasses from his pocket, the thick tree bark nudging his ribs uncomfortably, even through his coat.

“Ready,” Beau agreed as she shifted to the edge of the tree.

“This is gonna be awesome,” Otis snickered again.

Caleb could not see the glade from this angle, but once Beau stepped out from cover, Otis aimed and fired their crossbow, then rapidly shot three sickly green beams of energy into the open space. (Was that like Fjord’s eldritch blast?) Overlapping howls and snarls rang out before barking and loud scrambling joined the cacophony.

“RUN!” Otis screeched as Beau dashed through the brush back toward the Nest. They nearly fell, but Beau had a solid grip on their feet as she fled.

Only a few seconds later, each of the Wolf-King’s torsos lunged through the same space after the two, practically tearing all the brush asunder as it passed. One torso caught onto a smaller trunk and whined as the others dragged it back across the rough bark and it struggled to catch up.

Caleb quietly muttered his Slow spell as he smeared the molasses across his cheek, and the entire monster suddenly began to move at half speed. While he did not hear anymore crossbow shots over the ongoing din from the Wolf-King, he spotted more green energy blasts smack the monster across two faces, a third flying past harmlessly, and the beast seemed to lurch forward unwillingly into several trees. It raged as it recovered and continued after them.

Even with the spell, the chase rushed into the woods within seconds, leaving Caleb alone and heaving in fear as the forest went quiet.

“Scheiße,” Caleb cursed as he clumsily dropped to the ground, stumbling and scraping his knees in the fall, and then started jogging after the chaos. At this point, he was probably on his sixth or seventh thoughts, but at least it would keep the panic at bay. “Iiiiii’ll be right behind you— oh gods, this was a stupid idea.”

Although he was not a religious man, Caleb could not help but feel at the pocket with his symbol of the Arch Heart and mutter a quick plea that the gods would at least protect his friends.

#wip wednesday #critical role fanfiction #TF&TS #caleb widogast #beauregard lionett #otis brunkel #the wolf-king

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wednesdaysgun · 2 years

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mark of the beast prt 1!

first chaptered story !

TLDR: Tyler has a rocky start at Nevermore. Wednesday, as well as any other student, will not speak to him. The Hyde is sassy. Bianca hatches a plan to save both their relationships, and a friendship begins to bloom.

Tyler’s assimilation into Nevermore was tricky, to say the least. The first week had been the worst, had him sobbing into his pillow of the dorm he was kept in. No roommate, they didn’t trust him yet. The teasing and shoving got worse until he showed his teeth, pushed a bit too far. Then, it was like it was all they had wanted to see. They wanted to see the monster, even though they should know more than anything that if the Hyde were to attack, they would all die. And it would be horrifically magnificent.

As his mother used to say, everyone wants the biggest player on their team. And that’s what Tyler was- a big scary dog. They loved to be scared by him, he just wished the same could be said for one certain Legacy student. Wednesday still kept him in silence, but there was nothing he could do. She had every right to be viciously fuming at him until he died, for what he did. But it wasn’t his fault, he was just obsessed with the thought of her. It made his mouth water. Looking at himself in the long mirror attached to his dorm wall, he analyses his form. He still looks somewhat the same as before the attacks, but there’s a look in those blue eyes that shows something else entirely. It shows the red tint on his conscious, that no matter how many therapy sessions he takes, it won’t wash out. His uniform fits well, but it feels wrong on his body. Like he’s hiding behind enemy lines. You look a fool. Shut up, I don’t need this today. They’re all too scared of us to tell you the truth. You don’t belong here. They want me here. They want to help us. We are going to kill them all. Tyler cuts the cord of communication with the Hyde, growling ever so slightly at the back of his throat. Both him and the Hyde know that the student body are divided about his attendance at the school. It was dangerous, as much as he hated to admit it, to allow him to live here. He had hurt some of their own students, of course they were going to be scared. Taking a deep breath, he adjusts his lapels and grabs the messenger bag off of the floor that he’d dashed there the night before. He walks out of Joker Hall, and immediately eyes are focused on him. Students walking alone move out of his way, not taking their glare away from his form. Students travelling in pairs start to whisper, sometimes they giggle too. See.. The Hyde sniggers, his loneliness highlighted. Even in his own body the odds are stacked against him. It’s an awful feeling, but Tyler likes it, everyone watching in fear. He is finally the big dog of the pack. He is something for them to fear, not bully. It’s a refreshing feeling of ecstasy, short-lived but present. Tyler doesn’t necessarily have friends at school, but it doesn’t phase him. It’s always been this way. But now he had a taste of having someone, someone to help and control him, it doesn’t leave his fingers as they reach for a touch. His mind doesn’t leave his Wednesday, the beautiful creature that no longer speaks to him since the Hyde mauled her two best friends. Tyler gets it, but he thought she was more than that. He thought he was worth more. His eyes catch a sight of the inky black pigtails across campus, seeing her back turned towards the inner hallways leading out of the Quad. She’s listening intently, Xavier next to her as he talks her ear off. Walking to class, Latin if Tyler remembers his schedule correctly. Which, when shared classes are involved, is already memorised. Realising her closeness to the boy, his heart lurches. He swallows weightily, hearing the giggle of the Beast. Taunting him, forcing his anger through the surface. Calm calm calm calm calm calm.

Look at her. She’s so wonderful, and look at him. They look so good together, don’t they Human? You never thought... no. You never thought she’d still want.. you?

The Hyde torments his train of thought, his voice dripping with sarcasm and anger. The constant testing of the Beast was enough for Tyler to want to rip his skin off. And Wednesday was a very sensitive subject to him. He bites his tongue, closing his eyes for a moment to simply try cool his boiling blood. It doesn’t work. He waits a moment, continuing to walk in the same direction.

“Tyler!” A familiar voice stops him dead, forcing him to place his mask on. With a innocent and carefree curl of his lip, he turns around to meet the striking eyes of Bianca Barkley.

“Hey, Bianca. How can I help?” You can tell he worked customer service. Tyler had no real understanding of the Siren before him, or her friends. He knew the girl had previously dated Xavier, from their little run in at the Rave’N, as well as their run in when he was chained up. Wednesday, chaining him. Forcing him down under the heavy reinforced metal. That beautiful shock of electricity she’d placed through his skin, teasing his anger. Wanting to praise the beast inside him. A fire swirled in his lower stomach, throwing him back into reality. Human, focus. Surprisingly, she seemed sweet enough. She sent him a grin, placing a touch on his upper arm and moving them away from the crowded area. The touch shocked him. Nobody touched him anymore. “I may need some assistance from you, if you’d be interested?” Bianca started, and Tyler immediately understood the power she must’ve had over her past lover. “I’ll keep it short and sweet- you’re smart enough to keep up.” She has no idea. “You’re fond of Wednesday. I’m fond of Xavier.” Tyler furrowed a brow lightly, squinting, she definitely wasn’t wrong. If he was to stay in Wednesday’s bad books any longer he might end up dead, or worse, shut out from her life. “I have nothing against Addams anymore, I just really need him back.” Wow, okay. Tyler was taken aback by her honesty, but he understood it. He really did, giving her a reassuring nod. “Okay, so what do you propose?” He asked, seeing multiple routes this could take. Bianca’s eyes flashed with mischief, something he could get on board with. The next thing he knows she’s taken his hand in her own, with a pen in the other. Flipping open his palm and writing on his skin, what he assumes to be a phone number. Tyler looks around, cheeks slightly flushed at her touch, to see that nearly everyone in a twenty foot radius is watching their interaction. Fuck, he’s still not used to the mentality of boarding school kids. “Call me.” Bianca grins, shooting him a wink before turning on her heel and walking back to her group with a swing of her hips. He returns the wink, giving her a wave and heading off to class. Every student around him is whispering, looking him up and down. Did that just elevate his status? He wasn’t complaining, Bianca seemed nice enough. Similar to him, in ways of her plots. He takes a seat at the back of Latin, not wanting to disturb and with no friends to sit with, Tyler scans the room. The Latin classroom is beautiful, he will admit. Their tuition fees are definitely not wasted on the high ceilings and pillars that line the institution. Staring out of the window, he sees Bianca approaching the stairwell in. At least someone can tolerate him in here. Wednesday sits near the front, while Xavier incessantly pesters her for attention. He cannot help but roll his eyes, it was infuriating, let alone embarrassing to watch.

He was sure Xavier probably wasn’t a bad guy, just his jealousy painting this perception of the boy. Tyler was mad that it wasn’t him, that he had to attone for his sins before she could ever tolerate him again. But his sins and hers are one in the same, and she must realise it sooner or later. Neither of them are innocent, and thats why they work so well. This little puppy of a man, who is prodding a sleeping bear with a stick every time he looks at his girl, will realise something very soon. Tyler does not lose. The chair next to him squeaks, pulling him out of the staring competition he’s in with the back of Xavier’s head. He smells Bianca before he sees her. Saltwater and vanilla, a welcoming combination. She places her books down on the seat next to him, and he smiles. “Hi there, stranger.” Tyler welcomes her, still trying to figure out the plot he’s been wound up in. “Hey, Ty.” Bianca says, slightly loud if he does say so himself. New nickname, he notes. Sitting down together, they begin to chat for the few minutes they have before their lesson actually starts. It’s easy to speak to her, a nice change to the hostility he’s faced for so long. Tyler still feels eyes on him, which he may have to get used to, but when the lull of small talk hits he can feel a certain pair of eyes he truly does care about. Wednesday’s.

#wednesday #wednesday x tyler #tyler galpin #bianca barclay #xavier thorpe #mark of the beast

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creativia10 · 2 years

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The Cartoon Therapist

Dr. Emile Picani had decided to come to Jericho as the new town therapist. Wednesday has her first session with him, as she is still mandated by the court to see a therapist. Dr. Picani likes to use examples from cartoons to help his clients. It's certainly a unique form of therapy practice for anyone who is not familiar with his methods.

Word count: 2179

Warnings: mentions of a gruesome death,

Notes: Disclaimer the following is not an accurate representation of an actual therapy session. As I am not a therapist. The following is inspired by Cartoon Therapy and various fanfiction therapy scenes. Also my own sessions as a patient and this video. I tried to take what the therapist in this video pointed out was wrong and make it better here.

Emile has had all kinds of patients in the time he’s had his practice as a therapist. He will admit to himself though, this situation did stick out. Not that he would say so to his new client. The last thing he wanted was to make her feel more ostracized than she possibly already was.

Of course, Emile was well aware of court-mandated therapy sessions. He didn’t get such clients often. Maybe the courts didn’t think he was serious enough. But he was a bit of an emergency replacement for Wednesday’s last therapist. Nobody expects a beast attack after all. Apparently, Emile was the only therapist who offered to replace Dr. Kinbott. This was likely due to other recent events that had happened around the city of Jericho.

To Emile, that seemed like even more of a reason to go over there and help. People would definitely need therapy after everything that had happened. Of course, it did mean his current clients would have to make some adjustments. Many of them were willing to travel to see him at his new location in Jericho. He certainly would not have expected that of them. But it was sweet in a way. He was glad he had such a positive impact on them.

He was at Dr. Kinbott’s former office. But he had gotten the chance to add some of his cartoon decorations around the room to feel more like his.

He started with his typical new patient intro.

“Daw. Duh duh daw dee daw dee daw. Duh duh daw dee daw dee da de de da de de da de de da de de da.”

Emile continued with his song. He gradually waved his small jazz hands in through the door and made his first entrance.

Wednesday stared at him with wide eyes. Which he was used to from a lot of his new clients. He caught his breath for a moment before walking over to sit in his chair. He cleared his throat and sat up as he turned to face her.

“New patient, do you how do?”

Wednesday continued to just stare at him.

“Ah, was the intro a bit much? Sorry about that. I try to start things off fun, but it’s not for everyone I understand.”

Wednesday’s expression didn’t change.

“Well anyways, let’s get into it. I’m aware you had been seeing the previous therapist for a bit.”

“Yes, she was brutally murdered by my ex, who was also a patient of hers,” Wednesday said.

Well, that was probably something they would need to get into.

“How did you feel about that?” Emile asked. “Remember, anything that is said in these sessions is completely confidential. The only exception would be if there was a plan of imminent harm.”

“Well, at the time I had thought she was a suspect in the killings by the beast. Or at least, the master of the beast. So I suppose I was surprised that she was the latest victim. Now though, I’m not sure. Perhaps disappointed I was wrong enough for her to end up being the latest victim.”

“Why was she a suspect?”

Wednesday crossed her arms and leveled him with a look.

“What is the point of this?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“You had a suspicion of her for a reason.”

“There were various factors that went into my suspicion. I don’t see the point of recalling what lead to my suspicions of a false suspect.”

“Very well. You know what this reminds me of?”

“The Joker?”

“No, Dipper from Gravity Falls.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“Oh that’s fine, I’ll tell you about him. Dipper is a boy in the Cartoon show Gravity Falls-“

Wednesday grimaced. “A cartoon?” She looked around. “Ah yes, I did notice a lot of children’s cartoons memorabilia, even if I don’t know what most of these are from.”

“Ah, well cartoons aren’t just for kids. In my sessions, I show people how cartoons can relate to them more than they realize.”

“I would take no joy in imagining such a world as depicted in animations. Makes me sick even thinking about it. Colorful and over-the-top. Like a rainbow threw up all over an extravert’s fever dream.”

“Ah, well cartoons aren’t all the same. Gravity Falls certainly isn’t like other cartoons. I’m not saying you have to watch it anyways. I just like to use the show as a relatable example. To help people reflect on themselves, in an often easier-to-process way.”

“Relatable?”

“Just hear me out. You may be surprised. Dipper is a boy from an area very different than Gravity Falls. In the show, he spends time briefly away from most of the family he usually lives with. In his case, it’s for the summer. Gravity Falls is a strange town. He spends much of his time there investigating it’s mysteries. Sound familiar at all?”

Wednesday didn’t say anything.

“It’s not unusual for kids away from home for the first time to throw themselves into something. As a distraction.”

“I didn’t go looking for a mystery, it was already there. And I’m not a kid.”

Emile hmmed. “No, I suppose not. You’re a teenager. And I wouldn’t say Dipper was looking for something either. He had the drive to uncover the mysteries he could tell were there. To the point where mystery hunter became a bit of his identity there. What do you think of that?”

“I’m not really sure why you’re pushing so hard to see if I relate to a fictional character from a show I have never watched.”

“I’m not trying to push it, I’m sorry if it came across that way. I wanted you to think about it.”

“You can’t force me to think about something.”

“Of course not. That’s not what I’m trying to do here. This is our first session. Our back-and-forth responses to this topic can help us get to know each other better.”

“Why would you care about that?”

“Well, it’s a lot easier to help you out when I know you more.”

“I don’t need help. I do a lot on my own perfectly fine. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t mandated to be by the court.”

Emile nodded.

“I understand that. I think it’s a good idea to try to get what you can out of this though. Therapy can be helpful to all kinds of different people. Many therapists see their own therapists as well.”

“My therapist before Dr. Kinbott had a mental break after seeing me and had to go on a three-month sabbatical.”

“That sounds like redirecting. I think you see my point.”

“You don’t know whether I see your point. We just met.”

“I suppose that’s true. Which is why we are getting to know each other.”

“This is pointless,” Wednesday said. She stood up.

“Do you need a break?” Emile asked.

Wednesday narrowed her eyes at him.

“It’s okay if you do, or if you need a change of scenery.”

“I don’t need a break. I just don’t need this.”

“Well, unfortunately, because of the court mandate, you can’t skip out on part of a required session. Feel free to get comfortable as much as you can though. This is supposed to be a safe space. I’m not expecting you to immediately feel that way about these sessions. This is your first time with me after all. But I will do my best to try to help you with that.”

Wednesday sunk back into her seat.

“I can’t see comfort as something I would seek out here. Not when I’m being forced to be here.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. I do understand though.”

“Do you?”

“Maybe not in the same way. I do have a degree in psychology though, so I know some about it. Is there anything you would rather talk about?”

“No.”

“That’s alright. How about we switch to safer topics anyways though? Are there any shows you do enjoy?”

Wednesday furrowed her brows.

“I do not watch a lot of shows.”

“Alright. What do you enjoy doing then?”

Wednesday sighed.

“I like to play my cello.”

“Oo, that sounds cool. How long have you been playing?”

“Several years now.”

“Neato. When do you enjoy playing it?”

Wednesday shrugged in response.

“Do you play it often?”

“Not really.”

“Do you have any preferences to play when you do?”

She hmmed for a moment.

“I like more edgy and dramatic-sounding songs. It’s soothing to me. Plus there are classics for a reason.”

Emile nodded.

“Well, that is certainly a style.”

“As many say.”

“Were you trained in that style or did you learn them on your own?”

“I was trained classically. It wasn’t too difficult to adapt to my more personal preference for music if the written music was up to standard. My taste in music usually went over better back at home anyways.”

“I see. So your family shares your taste in music?”

“Mm, not completely, but mostly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Pugsley is more likely to dapple into more modern trending styles at times. Not that we hear so much in our household. But we all appreciate the dark and edgy in the Addams household.”

“Do you think your parents influenced the type of music you chose to play?”

Wednesday narrowed her eyes.

“My music style is my own.”

“I’m not suggesting it’s not. Just that a lot of times our interests are influenced by a combination of things. This can include what we are exposed to and the interests of those around us, such as the people who raised you.”

Wednesday hmmed.

“I suppose I can’t completely get rid of my parents’ influence when they did raise me. I can begrudgingly admit to such a thing, but I certainly don’t make a habit of copying them. I am my own person. And very different from others.”

“And there is nothing wrong with wanting to discover your interests in your own way. Different from authority figures you’ve had in your life. Although, that does make me curious. Why are you so adamant to keep from copying anything from your parents?”

“Because I am not my parents!” Wednesday exclaimed.

“I am not like them nor do I want to be.”

“Why don’t you want to be? Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it seems important to you.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Perhaps not. That is just how it seems from your reaction to it.”

Wednesday huffed.

“I just don’t want to, and I couldn’t if I wanted to. Is there anything wrong with that?”

“No, there isn’t. And it’s ok if you don’t know.”

“You keep saying things are okay,” Wednesday muttered. “But I don’t understand why you pushed just to back down.”

“Well, in therapy we encourage you to talk things out if you need to. But different patients also have different comfort levels. I don’t want to push a boundary that would get you to shut down. What’s important is you get as much help out of this as you can. It wouldn’t benefit me at all if all I managed to do was make you uncomfortable and upset.”

She didn’t seem to know what to say to that.

Emile glance at the clock.

“And that is all we have time for this week. How are you feeling?”

Wednesday didn’t say anything.

“Okay, same time next week?”

Wednesday stood up.

“Might as well be.”

“Great!” Emile stood up as well. “Well, I hope this session went well for you. I know first sessions with a new therapist can be uncomfortable. So, hopefully we can continue to form a bond of trust from here. Have a good week Wednesday!”

For a moment Emile thought she wouldn’t acknowledge him. But then she nodded with that expressionless face before stomping out. He hoped things got better with her. It wouldn’t be the first time he had a client that was hard to get through to in the beginning. But he especially felt for ones like her. Who had gotten rotten luck in the therapy department before. Everyone deserved support. Especially kids, or teens like her who he just knew was a great one.

The appointment with Wednesday's replacement therapist did not go how she’d expected it to. Although this was hard for her to admit to, even to herself.

There was certainly less invasion of privacy at least. Not that she would let her guard easily, but it felt less like a battle. He backed down more, but still maintained some level of control. She wasn’t sure how he did it. Admittedly, it was nice. That this therapist didn’t have the potential to be connected to a killer mystery. At least, as far as she knew at this point. He wasn’t even from around here. She was a bit surprised. They found a replacement rather quickly. And the replacement actually seemed competent.

Well, she had no plans to give in to him easily. But hopefully, these sessions wouldn’t be as annoying.

#cartoon therapy #wednesday netflix #emile picani #wednesday addams #fanfic #wednesday spoilers #sanders sides

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maybege · 8 months

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Hi, May! How are you?

I think it’s been a while since I last checked in - or at least it feels like that (am I the only one that feels like this January has been going on for forever?)

Either way, I‘m currently slowly getting towards the end of my exam week! I already wrote 3/4 exams (let’s not talk about the one I just took, cause that one is either a surprising hit or a colossal miss) and I can’t wait for Wednesday to come around cause that’s when I’m finally done with my last exam. And I already know that I’m going to spend my Thursday sleeping in and baking (haven’t decided in whether I’ll make brownies or bread yet tho) cause I took off work as a treat 🙈☺️

How is your week going so far? Any fun plans ahead?

Hello my dear!

This is so odd because I spent the day on the app and I did not see your ask at all but now that I logged in on desktop, it appeared?? What in the world is wrong with tumblr again?

Anyway, I am doing fabulous! Lord Huron (aka my fave musical artists next to Taylor Swift) have announced a show near me and I cannot wait to get my hands on a ticket!! It really made my entire day because I was convinced that I would not get to see them or that maybe I would have to travel out of my way to do so. BUT NO! My prayers have been answered and now I cannot wait for this year to get going because I get to go to so many amazing concerts!

Also crossing my fingers and pressing my thunbs that you will survive this last home stretch of your (very last!!!) exam season. I am sure that the exam will be fine and you worry about nothing (and even then, passing is the main goal 😂). Also also I vote for brownies on Bake Thursday because they are very delicious and after that exam phase, you deserve a treat!

The rest of the week is pretty meh, one of my goals this year is to go to the gym regularly so those are my "big" appointments for the week (and I actually found that I am really enjoying it, which is the biggest surprise of all). Hope you are having an amazing day!!

#may answers #check ins with sarah

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steamishot · 1 year

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tired

i felt so tired/stressed this past week, from work, PMS, and secondhand stress from matt - he had 3 interviews back to back (tues-thurs) and i basically listened in on everything (also my fault, i like to be nosy lol). another hospital in redlands will be flying him out for an in-person interview mid-september. because we already had a double date planned with S&I, and G will actually be in town for a couple days for work, we decided that i won't tag along this time and matt will only go for 3 days. i've literally lost count of how many flights to CA he'll have for the rest of this year.

since last wednesday, i was internally freaking out about having slacked off so much at work in the VCP aspect, that i went hardcore at getting the tasks done. we just had the last academic affairs meeting in which i'll be in my current role today. dr. m touched on my leave at the beginning of the meeting, and joked saying "i'm quitting" in response, which was cute. but i was like, i hope you mean it and you're not complaining about me behind the scenes lol.

after the blood, sweat and tears from this one week of "hardcore" work, i felt content that i had a clear presentation with where we are with everything. honestly, i'm not sure what is better. when i'm really busy, it's stressful, but i feel like i'm contributing and making a difference. on the other hand, now the pendulum has swung back to being on the boredom side. anyhow, i'm excited for my new role and to learn new things!

recently, i've also been experiencing health anxiety. i accidentally missed my radiology appointment when i was in town earlier this month. i was NOT looking forward to doing a transvaginal ultrasound and was slightly relieved when i missed my appointment, but now that i've been having these weird aches/tension, i wish i didn't miss my appointment. i'll need to wait until i'm back in town late sept/early oct to get a checkup for peace of mind.

this weekend, matt and i did a last minute trip to the hamptons and montauk. we used our chase points to get a hyatt hotel at riverhead, and my capital one travel credit to get a rental car from manhattan. i decided i wanted to go this weekend because it would be the only time we could go while the weather is still warm. we got to visit four farms/farmstands, go to cooper's beach twice (one of the prettiest beaches i've been to), see how some people live in the hamptons, and eat a yummy beachside lunch at hooked.

being in southhampton/cooper's beach, the scenery was so pretty i was able to forget about life's stresses for a while. i think long island/driving towards montauk is completely underrated. i would say southampton/cooper's beach is now one of my fav places of the east coast. the trip was quite nice, but very tiring because of all the driving. i also couldn't sleep much the first night in the hotel because i had drank too strong of a milk tea earlier that day lol. pms + sleep deprived + stressed from work + being under the sun in the car too long = grouchy me.

life updates:

R&TL are moving to NYC this week! TL is already here securing an apartment, and R will be flying over this saturday. we're planning on hanging out with TL for a bit this thursday for dinner, and i may go see them over labor day at their new place

went to my first cuculi event last weekend with T - bbq at governors island. i met a new chinese friend J, who moved from boston and spoke to me a lot in chinese. also, there was a black guy M who made me feel really uncomfortable. i was chitchatting with people and i think he misinterpreted my friendliness as interest. he ended up leaving the event the same time as me, T&J, which meant i had to take the subway back with him as we were both going towards brooklyn. he asked me 3x about plans to hang out even though i didn't show interest after the first time. ugh.

we have a trip planned to boston next week! i wanted to visit K in her element before leaving the east coast. obviously, i'm trying to pack everything in before winter comes lol. i've only met her once before for a couple hours when she visited nyc, but we've been chatting online for like 3 years now. it'll be matt's first time meeting her. i foresee that this trip will be tiring as well due to the driving but hopefully chill in terms of activities. we'll be doing 2 nights in boston and 2 nights at the getaway machimoodus :)

my friend G told me about the mouse jiggler so i bought one off amazon - that has been quite life changing haha

my parents are on their alaskan cruise right now, matt's parents are traveling on their 21 day african trip, and my friend K is vacationing in vancouver (her first vacation in 2+ years)

i got my bridesmaids dress altered (who knew this would be so expensive), and have a wedding guest outfit for the remaining two weddings this year

matt and i joined a running group last wednesday, south brooklyn running club. it was really nice, even though my knees were destroyed the day after lol. the roundtrip walk to the meeting point in carroll gardens was 2 miles, and we ran about 4.5 miles on top of that. the award for the slowest runner goes to.... me! a nice white lady kat helped keep me accountable. i would have given up after mile one if she didn't continue subtly peer pressuring me to run haha. although it was fun, i'm not sure if i'd return because most people who go are really fit and can easily run 9 min (multiple) miles, and have done or are training for a marathon. however, i'm glad to check "running club" off the bucket list.

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madi2112 · 1 year

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Making new Friends

In late June there was a post on a Facebook group I belong to for lesbians over age 50 in Florida. It was a post saying "Hey we should have a meetup "

Now. I belong to a lot of Facebook groups and have seen that same idea tossed around many, many times.

Whether it's golf, music, hiking, or anything else, there are similar posts on all of them from time to time.

This post though I decided to answer with a simple "I'm in!"

Then someone else did, then another.

Once again I've seen that before too and it all falls apart when a time and place is discussed. People's work schedules get in the way. It's too far to go etc.

Only this one didn't.

Feeling a bit braver then usual I stepped up and suggested Olivia's Cafe at The Old Key West Resort at work and the first Wednesday evening in July as a meeting time.

Those were agreed upon by the woman who made the orginal post.

I thought this for sure is where it all falls apart.

But it didn't!

We now had 6 woman who made a commitment to attend.

And everyone did.

Everyone was nervous about meeting new people whose only connection is the Facebook group. We all admitted to that fact later in the evening.

We had good food (with a good discount) good conversation and it was a really fantastic evening.

All the followup posts and chat was about how much fun it was, how the evening flew by and that it was better then expected.

So much so that we were already making plans to do it again.

Fast forward to the first Wednesday in August and once again a new time and place was selected.

This time in Devenport Florida at a restaurant called "Ovation Cafe"

To help better communicate the time and place I started a "First Wednesday Meetup" Facebook group!

That's new for me. Never setup a group before but so far, so good!

We added a few new faces to group and our little meet up expanded to 9 people!

Once again a great time was had by all even though there was some heavy rain making travel difficult.

The food wasn't the best. But the company was great and once again over 2 hours just flew by.

I truly hope this group continues to expand its numbers and finds new things to try for our GNO.

I like having a group of acquaintances that are developing into friends. All in my age bracket and lesbians!

We are even planning other activities like movies and a road trip to see a play (not the one I'm in though)

It's been a real plus for me and I sincerely hope all the other woman feel the same!

~Madison

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seungazing · 2 years

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#im so sad.#woke up to the news of lino felix and jeongin #I really hope they’re feeling ok :(#lino was just talking on bubble the other day about not feeling well #and he thought it was just a cold #this is his SECOND TIME testing positive #my poor baby :(#im just so so sad the shows also got postponed #I have made so many travel plans already and was going to see them wednesday :(#god please just if your going to any of the other stops or going to any of the other tours going on over the next few months #wear your masks! get tested!!! if you feeling unwell STAY HOME #please dont let any other shows me postponed

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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Permanent Chaos (4/?)

Pairing: MGK x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mild swearing

Part Summary: While Y/N is out shopping with Cara, news breaks that ties her with MGK.

Masterlist

Two days later...

Cara and I go out shopping and have lunch for a girl’s day. I have yet to talk about the other night with Sam. Cara hasn’t mentioned it and I have no plans to either. Cameras have followed us up and down Rodeo Drive. By this point, Cara and I are both used to it. Carrying my bags however, I doubt I look graceful for these videos their taking. Oh well, they have fifteen thousand more of me.

“CARA! EXCITED TO WALK IN THE CHANEL FASHION SHOW?”

Cara ignores the paparazzi and points out a dress in the window at Dolce and Gabbana. I request to go inside to try it on. I’m not sure where I’d wear it to, but that doesn’t really matter.

“Welcome ladies!” A woman in a black dress approaches. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

I point over to the dress in the window, “could I see that in a size six please?”

She leaves us to go find the dress for me and we roam around a small section while she does. My phone rings and I see Nicole’s name pop up. My heart immediately begins to race. She doesn’t call me unless absolutely necessary, usually we text. I step away toward the corner to be discreet.

I answer the call hesitantly. “Nicole? What’s up?”

“I got a call from Stephanie,” she sounds agitated on the other end.

Stephanie is my publicist, she handles everything that Nicole can’t basically. They bicker a lot since they’re both so headstrong and constantly need control. It’s the classic good cop/bad cop scenario, yet I don’t know who’s who. These two cover every aspect of my career, God bless them.

“Oh no, sounds bad,” I grumble anxiously.

“Depends how you look at it,” she lightens her tone.

“What is it?” I press.

“Well…” she hesitates.

“Nicole!” I drag out her name.

“It’s all over social media, magazines and it will be on TMZ tonight,” she stammers. “I’m surprised you haven’t already heard if I’m being honest-”

“Nicole! What?” I rush her.

“An article about you and Colson Baker just dropped on some gossip sight,” she explains. “It says that you and Colson Baker are dating. Stephanie and I figured no one would believe it but it’s everywhere! They have videos and photos of you two leaving The Ivy plus talking by Sam’s car. If I didn’t know you, I would be convinced.”

My head hangs low as I rub my forehead, letting out a deep sigh. “Oh dear God.”

“We can handle it, don’t worry!” Nicole assures. “This story will be gone soon!”

“I need to go, talk to you later!” I hang up on Nicole right when the woman shows me the dress.

“I’ll take it” I attempt to hurry up the process.

Cara comes up next to me “don’t you think you should try it on first?”

“I’ll explain later but we need to go” I whisper to her and just like that, she’s hurry the woman along at the register.

I have the dress and exit the store in a rush. I must act cool, the paparazzi will take notice of my mood change.

“HOW’S COLSON, Y/N?”

“SEEING HIM TONIGHT?”

“HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN DATING?”

“HOW ARE GONNA HANDEL HIS FANS?”

“HAS HE MET THE FAMILY YET?”

“What’s going on?” Cara asks concerned.

“I’ll explain once we’re somewhere private,” I whisper so the cameras don’t pick up on it.

We speed walk to the car and I offer to drive since I made us cut the day short. Once we’re on the highway towards home Cara asks what the heck is going on.

“Why did they keep asking about Colson?”

I turn on the radio and Elvis Duran, along with his team, are discussing no other than me and Colson.

Danielle summarizes the article for the listeners. “The article says they’ve been dating for the past few months. They’re very happy but the relationship is still new. The pair has not yet met each other’s families but Colson is going on tour soon so maybe Y/N will join him and eventually meet the family. Throughout, there are tons of photos of the cute young couple leaving The Ivy Wednesday night. There’s even a link to a video showing them, what appears to be, having a deep conversation by Sam Merka’s car. If you watch the video, the two are clearly looking at each other very lovingly. I mean, he’s looking at her the way I look at a fresh pizza!”

The rest of the cast laughs and I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Actually, scratch that, I can believe it. I’m just pissed.

“If MGK and Y/N are officially an item, why did she leave with Sam Merka?” Elvis questions.

“I’m glad you asked! According to sources, they’ve been very close friends since the start of TSL. In fact, the duo have taken many vacations together along with their co-star Penelope Glass.”

Cara turns down the volume and looks to me with a steady expression. “Is it true?”

I narrow my gaze at her in bewilderment. “What? No! There’s no way in hell!”

“Okay, just checking,” she lets out a sigh of relief.

“Never ever!” I add and change the station.

Colson Baker is everything I despise in a person. I’ve never hated someone so fast as I’ve hated him. Us together as a couple is impossible. It’s completely irrational.

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Later in the afternoon, Stephanie sets up a meeting for us to meet with Colson and his publicist. I had to drag myself to her office. My Fridays aren’t well spent in an office building with enemies. In fact, my whole day could be tarnished by this incident. The meeting room we’re all ushered into is freezing and I’m still in my sundress from earlier. Cara and I were never able to get lunch so I’m starving on top of being cold. The photos of us play in a slideshow on the meeting room’s tv. An endless cycle of false advertisement is how I see the photos. The media is selling us as something completely far from the truth. On top of everything, I’m in a meeting with the one guy in all of Los Angeles I can’t stand. Death would be less painful than the current situation. I tune out the debate between Stephanie and Colson’s publicist. He told me his name but my brain is so numb from the temperature in here I can’t recall it.

“Y/N!” Stephanie calls my name and I search for her around the room until I find her in the doorway with Colson’s publicist.

“We’re going to go make a few phone calls. You two will stay here while we handle the press.” I nod “sounds good.”

I send her a weak smile to charm her out of an apology for zoning out. She huffs and escorts Colson’s guy to her office so they can talk on speaker privately. I stand up from my office chair and stroll over to the windows overlooking the courtyard. I watch the cars zoom by on the street and businessmen and women shuffle in and out of the Starbucks below.

“If it means anything, I’m sorry,” Colson says quietly behind me.

I nearly miss it, he speaks so quietly. I lean against the wall, crossing my arms as I face him.

“You’re sorry?” I shrug, not really seeing his blame. “Why? It’s not your doing.”

I return my gaze to the chaos below us. I watch as people with office jobs travel about. I wonder if they’ve heard of me? I wonder if they like me or think I’m a stuck up actress? I shouldn’t care what people think, but it’s easier said than done. When millions watch TSL every week, it’s hard to ignore the wondering.

“If I hadn’t walked you to the car none of this would be happening,” Colson reasons guiltily.

I shake my head, finding humor in the situation now. The paparazzi can make nothing into a months long romance. A brief conversation outside a restaurant and suddenly we’re meeting each other’s families.

“We were only walking to a car. How could either of us have predicted the amount of attention that would come of us walking?” I justify, not to ease his mind, but my own.

My flicker over to the tv, I examine the slideshow of us. Examining the photos I realize it wasn’t all in my head, the way in which Colson was gazing at me is a tad bit gawk-like. Images of us walking to the car while I’m answering the paparazzi’s questions depict Colson glancing at me with what seems to be such admiration. A picture of when Cara calls for Colson comes up and I’m stunned by how we look. Even I appear to be in awe of him in return. It’s evident Cara is speaking yet neither of us react. We were so caught up within on another.

“I have one question!” I blurt out suddenly with my arms crossed I walk back over to the table. Just one and then I wish to put all of today’s events to rest.” Colson perks up and hums for me to continue. I point over to the photos on the screen “why did you look at me the way you did?”

Turning his head, he reviews the photos blankly and I wait anxiously for some sort of reason. “I’m not looking at you in any particular way,” he disregards my accusations.

I chuckle, amused by his horrible way of lying. “Lies!”

He’s thrown off by my reaction and I storm over to the TV screen to point it out to him.

“It’s clear as day to the press, the public and now me included. You’re clearly lost in some kind of thought! You were there, so was I and our friends! Say all the lies you want but you’ll never convince anyone.”

His jaw clenches and he avoids my gaze. He leans back in his chair, staring out the windows. “Colson,” I sigh, slowly approaching the table. “Maybe the truth could help the lies disappear! If we’re honest then maybe the press will leave us alone!”

He shakes his head low, letting out a brief laugh. “I highly doubt that.”

I have a thousand questions but I’m aware none will go answered. He’s a lost cause. I’m in this alone I guess. Turning my back to him I return to my position by the window. Observing the worker bees swarming around the spaces below. The sound of Colson’s chair rolling back comes from behind me but I don’t even shift. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his figure in the reflection of the window beside me. My attention remains outside. He won’t give me the time of day so why should I treat him any better?

“You wanna know why I looked at you the way I did?” His presence hovers of me and he feels like a wall surrounding me.

“Please,” I mutter a subtle beg.

“I... I had this imagine of you in my head, pre-judgements. You’re supposed to be America’s Sweetheart, Little Miss Perfect! You told me you had been working for this for years, had drive and trails.” He confesses. “You’re not what I expected... It caught me by surprise is all.”

My eyebrows furrow close, “So you thought I was just some pretty face, goody-two-shoes, ditz? If it’s because my image, my past, you said so yourself it doesn’t matter!”

“No, no, that’s not it!” he runs his hand through his hair nervously.

Narrowing my eyes, I press further. “Why then?”

The door swings open and I straighten up before forcing a warm smile to my face. I step back from Colson before the person ever appears in the doorframe. One of Stephanie employees informs us that we’re free to go. Steph doesn’t want to keep me here all day and since I’m allowed to go Colson’s publicist is releasing him. I clasp my hand together, walking over to fetch my purse.

“Thank you so much!” I gush. “Have a good day and please tell Stephanie “thank you!””

The young intern eats up my pleasant expressions. “You too Miss Voss! Will do!”

The young woman shuts the door behind her and I return to the state I was in. Expressionless, I gather my belongings and Colson does the same. Checking my phone for any missed emails or calls I can tell he’s staring me down.

“Does it ever get tiring?” His tone is light, but I can hear the ounce of mockery beneath the surface.

My attention is locked on my phone as text after text pops up from Penelope. She’s more likely than not has seen all the articles and Twitter posts. I should call her and explain.

“Y/N!” Colson shout pulls my from my thoughts.

“Huh? Does it ever get tiring?” I restate his question back to him. “What exactly are we talking about?”

I slide my purse over my shoulder while stepping over to the door, leaving Colson behind. That is until he follows me.

“Your whole act.” He forces a fake smile and tosses imaginary hair over his shoulder. “The “happy go-lucky goody goody All-American girl?””

I scoff, eyeing him up and down. “You’re ridiculous. It’s not an act.”

I swing open the meeting room door, eager to leave here. My heels clink against the white shiny tiles on my walk to the elevators. After hitting the down button, I call up Blake now that I have some time to kill. She’s my oldest friend, I’m sure she sees right through all of the tabloids and is only checking in.

“Calling your boyfriend?” Colson mutters over my shoulder and I quickly move away.

“Don’t have one,” I answer plainly, waiting for Penelope to pick up.

He smirks and props himself up against the wall beside the elevator doors. I side eye him, all he does is smile all the time and he calls me out for acting so happy all the time.

“Can’t you find anyone else to annoy?”

He grins proudly, “sure I could. None would as entertaining as you though.”

“Geez,” I mumble under my breath.

I pace outside the elevators as I wait for one to arrive and for Penelope to answer. Classic of her to text me non-stop but not to answer when I call her back. The elevator doors open and I step inside, ready to get out of here. I hit the ground floor and Colson strolls in lazily not rushed at all. He checks the button and doesn’t add any. The doors shut then silence sits flat in the small space with us. My phone buzzes continuously, I check the name at the top of the screen.

“Frickin’ frackin’!” I clench my teeth together in a growl.

Colson’s eyes widen at my sudden explosion. Closing my eyes, I exhale to calm myself then bring the phone up to my ear. Smiling helps to fake enjoyment when talking to someone on the phone. Sometimes I can fool myself into thinking I’m not miserable during discussions.

“Finn!” I greet. “What’s new?”

My southern accent surfaces. I flip the switch whenever I speak to my family or friends back in South Carolina. I can’t have them thinking I’m not the same Y/N from Charleston. Colson eyes me with his eyebrows raised, surprised by my sudden transition. He makes fun of me in a whisper for my fake enthusiastic voice. I wack him on the arm and it only encourages him more.

“Hi ya Y/N, uh so ya prolly already know butcha face is everywhere along with this MGK fella...” Finn’s voice falters at the end.

I sigh and press my forehead to the wall. Finn asks me if any of what he has read is true and I instantly deny.

My tone goes timid, “who all knows?”

“Just us, Odelle, Greyson and Myself,” he assures.

A sense of relief rushes over me. I turn back around and Colson sends me a sympathetic look, it shocks me. Going from mockery to sympathy from him has my entire mood shifting.

“What ‘bout Momma or Daddy?” I ask, keeping eye contact with Colson.

“Nah, at least I don’t think they do,” Finn guesses. “I’m not entirely sure. Greyson is sayin’ they don’t. He’s the only one that’s home at the moment.”

“Heavens to Betsy,” I exhale deeply, looking up to the heavens. “Let’s hope to the high heavens they don’t. Thank you Finn.”

I go to hang up but he says one last thing. Bringing my phone back up to my ear I reply. “Sorry, missed that.”

My brother becomes stern on the other side, “do you and this guy spend tons of time together?”

I shift uncomfortably, preparing myself for the older brother advice I already see coming. “From time to time but I promise, we’re just friends.”

There’s a pause on his end, an unbearable pause. “I trust you Y/N,” Finn finally speaks. “It’s him I don’t trust. He’s not the best sort of guy. Ya’ll aint right for one another.”

I hope Colson can’t hear any of what Finn is saying. To keep him from becoming suspicious, I keep my replies indifferent. “Sure thing. Uh, talk ya later Finn.”

“Bye, talk to you soon.”

We hang up and I slip my phone into my purse.

Colson leans back onto the railing next to me. “Who was that?”

“My older brother, kinda overbearing,” I laugh nervously then bite my lip. My accent begins to subside again.

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” Colson remarks.

A faint smile appears across my lips thinking of my brothers. “I have two actually and an older sister. The order is Finn, Odelle, me then Greyson.”

Colson returns a kind and gentle smile. “That must’ve been nice to grow up with so many siblings.”

“It was.” I nod as memories flash across my mind. “Finn and Odelle were grouped together and so was me and Greyson since our age gaps are less.”

As we pass each level on the elevator there is a “ding.” Facing toward the doors again, I absentmindedly watch the numbers go down as we pass the levels. My mind wanders to the many memories I’ve made with my brothers and sister.

“Finn is about Sam’s age, so he likes to believe he’s almost a co-parent for me and Grey,” I describe with a pleased expression. “He’s the total opposite of Odelle.”

Colson genuinely shows interest, “how is she?”

“She’s a total wild card! We all joke that it’s every other kid. Finn and I are the rule followers. He was student body president, quarterback of the football team and still managed to graduate with honors. I’m nowhere near him on the perfect child spectrum but I’m supposed to be “America’s Sweetheart.” My parents eat that up. Then there’s Odelle, she’s the total opposite of Finn. My parents had to beg her to improve her grades so she could graduate. I remember being twelve, it was the middle of the night when I got up to get a drink. I went downstairs and saw her sneaking out of the backdoor. She made me promise not to tell our parents. I haven’t talked about it until today. There were days she’d fake being sick just to ditch school with her friends. By her senior year nothing had changed. She ended up graduating but my parents forced her to go to a college close to home so they could keep an eye on her. Her antics continued the entire time I was in high school. College for her was a playground. For some reason, I envied her. I still do. I suppose it’s because no one expects anything from her. She messes up, well, that’s Odelle for you. She causes trouble, just another day. For me, my parents have me up on a peddle stool. By the time I turned sixteen people out here started taking notice of me. When I reached seventeen the title of “America’s Sweetheart” popped up and from then on, I was longer a teenager. I had a role to play and an image to uphold. I could never make mistakes like Odelle. I have to be “perfect” constantly. Sometimes I feel like a doll, plastic. None of it is real.”

The bell rings for the floor. I comprehend the words escaping my mouth and snap back to reality. I revealed so much about myself while I was in that daze, private facts about myself that I’ve never spoken of before.

Straightening up and adjust my dress, I apologize. “I’m so sorry. I have no idea what came over me.” The doors slide open and I step out. “Good to see you Colson,” I rush out a farewell before speed walking towards the exit.

I mentally slap myself for all I confessed. If only Nicole found out, my head would be on a stick. My life, my background, every aspect of my being is supposed to be flawless. An All-American girl from South Carolina with a wholesome up brining is who I’m supposed to be. If word gets out that I’m not so perfect then… then I would be finished. My hand digs for my keys in my purse.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Colson jogs up next to me then steps in front of me, blocking my path.

“Colson, please....” I practically plead in a mutter, stepping around him.

He wraps his hand around my wrist, stopping me. “Let me buy you a drink!”

Workers around us walk around in multiple directions like zombies. I wonder if they’re taking notice. Hesitant, I narrow my gaze at me. The reason we’re in this mess is because we were seen with one another.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I admit and release myself from his grip.

I only make it a few feet before he’s in front of me again.

“Fine, no to a drink! How about we go get some coffee? Or tea? If you prefer tea!”

His chest rises and falls rapidly, his desperation is evident. The reason behind is desperation is still unknown to me, along with the reason he looked at me the way he did last night. Who is this mysterious man who stands before me? So many questions I wish to ask but I can’t get passed his eyes. Puddles of crystal blue settle on a white canvas. Confused beyond belief, for a reason unbeknownst to me, I accept. Could be my curiosity is getting the best of me.

“Coffee it is,” I give in to his request.

He grins ear to ear and steps to the side so we can leave side by side. “Unless of course you prefer we get tea!” he suggests, sounding a tad nervous.

Honestly I like both drinks but I prefer coffee. He holds the door for me and the bright sunlight of California weather strikes me.

“Nah, I normally drink a cold brew with a shot of espresso,” I describe.

He winces and pretends to gag. “Ew! That sounds horrible!”

“It gives you a boost in the morning! Nice and strong!” I laugh.

“You’re nasty!” He waves his hands in disgust.

“Eh, you’ve called me worse,” I laugh, unfazed by his insult.

He chuckles, “you’re not wrong.”

Our laughing dies down a little as we stroll over to the Starbucks. I peer up at him with a side eye. When our eyes meet we begin laughing again uncontrollably.

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in harmony | tom holland

-> singer!reader x tom holland

-> summary: after a nasty break up, you go to london with your two best friends in hope to find inspiration for your upcoming album and a london boy soon became your muse.

-> word count: 5.7k

-> a/n: wow. this is probably my favorite fic of mine. i hope you all enjoy it as much as i do. big thank you to @rainbowrobin for hyping this fic up and being its biggest fan. also thank you to @cali-holland for beta reading this for me! your support means the world to me and you inspire me every day to keep writing. love you to bits <3

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Breaking up with someone you used to care about was never easy. In fact, grieving and eventually getting over that person was the hardest thing to do. You were a singer so relationships that went public usually ended up terribly wrong. The good part about it is that you can write a hit song about the experience.

Breaking up with your past boyfriend was probably the worst experience for you thus far. You thought that he was the one, every move you made was for him and you ended up depending on him constantly. And he broke your heart. He played you like a fiddle and played with the strings of your heart. He cheated on you with someone you were insecure about the duration of your relationship with him, which made everything feel worse.

You decided that you needed a change of scenery in hopes to clear your head. You had been spending time in your Los Angeles apartment moping around, trying to get over your ex-boyfriend. You also had a deadline for your new album and you haven’t even started. Your album was due towards the end of the summer, and it was now spring.

You sat down on your sofa with a pen and notebook in your hand. You were determined to write something. You didn’t want to write songs about your breakup, but that was all you were thinking about. You saw your phone on the coffee table light up and buzz. It was your manager and agent, Cassandra. You picked up the phone nervously, knowing that she was going to ask about your progress or lack thereof.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hello, Y/N,” Cassandra greeted sweetly. “How’s the album coming along? We need to start recording soon.”

“Funny you ask.” You always tried to make fun out of an uncomfortable situation.

“Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Cass! I have no idea what I should be writing about for this album.” It’s not like you didn’t want to write. You did, but you had no idea what to write about.

“Maybe you need a change of scenery, dear. You haven’t been out in months,” Cassandra suggested.

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Where would you want to go? You can stay there for the rest of the spring and the beginning of the summer.”

You thought about it for a moment. You definitely wanted to leave the country. “How does London sound, Cass?”

“Sounds nice. I’ll book you, Natalie, and Sarah tickets for this weekend and I’ll rent the three of you an Airbnb for your stay,” Cassandra confirmed. Natalie was your personal assistant and your best friend. Sarah was your older sister who traveled with you everywhere and she helped you with many of your songs. She was good to bounce ideas off of. You had the perfect team.

“Perfect. Thank you.” You both said your goodbyes and hung up.

***

Tom got off the airplane and sighed in relief. He was finally home. After many months of filming on another continent, he was back in London. Tom was ready to finally sleep in his own bed and hang out with his brothers and friends once again.

Harry and Tom took an Uber back to Tom’s apartment. It was fairly late and all Tom wanted to do was sleep. In the Uber, Tom and Harry made light conversation.

“You want to go to the new pub by our flat this weekend? Haz and Tuwaine want to hang out,” Harry asked.

“Sure,” Tom mumbled. To be quite honest, Tom had absolutely no desire to go out at all this weekend, but he knew that his mates wanted to see him. He did want to see them too, so he agreed.

“Sounds good.”

***

You packed your suitcases for London at the last minute. In your defense, Cassandra only booked Thursday night’s tickets on Wednesday, so you didn’t have that much time in the first place. You were planning on using your time in London to relax and to create a healthy headspace to write your next album.

You called Natalie to ask her opinion on some of your outfit choices. “Nat, am I going for a casual look this trip? Like sweatpants and t-shirts?”

“Absolutely not, Y/N. Are you insane?!”

“It was just a question, Natalie.” You defended yourself. “What should I pack then?”

“I don’t know, just look hot. You need to get out of the post-breakup sweatpants phase.”

“Fine,” you grumbled. You grabbed some cute spring sundresses from your closet and threw them into your suitcase. You packed some jeans and blouses as well.

You hung up with Natalie and took a look at your bag. “Should be good.”

***

The flight to London from Los Angeles was long and exhausting. You arrived at Heathrow airport in the early afternoon on Friday. You immediately went to the house to rest up from jetlag. Once you woke up a few hours later, Sarah was pressuring you and Natalie to get dressed. “We’re going to the pub! Get up, ladies!”

“What? Why?” Natalie groaned. You and Natalie were laying on your beds in your shared room. Sarah jumped onto your bed and tackled you.

“Sarah, we’re exhausted,” you said. You pushed your sister off of you and sat up. “We can just go tomorrow.”

“It’s the pub’s grand opening! It’s supposed to be fire!”

“Fine,” you mumbled. You got up and began unpacking your suitcase. “But I refuse to wear heels.”

***

Harrison made his way to his best mate’s flat to pick him up for the Cheer Beers grand opening on Friday night. Harrison used his spare key to get into Tom’s place. “Tom,” Harrison called out. He made his way to Tom’s bedroom to make sure he was ready for the night.

“In my room!” Tom exclaimed. Tom sounded upset and agitated. Harrison entered his room anyway because he wanted to hang out with his best friend. He opened the door and noticed Tom laying his bed under the covers.

“Are you alright, mate?” Harrison asked. Harrison noticed Tom in his pajamas while in bed. “Why aren’t you ready to go? Harry already went out with Tuwaine to wait in line.”

“I want to hang out with you all, but I’m just so jetlagged, mate.”

Harrison took his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and noticed an Instagram notification from you. He opened it out of curiosity and it was a direct message. It said that you would be at Cheer Beers tonight with your friends and asked if he was going. Harrison and you had met at an award show a few months back and you became friends. “You know what I just found out, Tom?”

“What?”

“Y/N L/N is going to the grand opening tonight.”

“You’re lying just to get me out of bed!” Tom accused him. Tom didn’t want to admit it, but he fancied you. He has been following you on social media and listening to your music for a while now, so Harrison saying you were going to be at the pub caught his attention.

“I’m not.” Harrison showed Tom his phone with your direct message. “I had no idea she was in town, though.”

“No clue, either.”

“Now will you come?” Harrison asked. “I know you have a huge crush on her.”

Tom eyed him skeptically but then let out a sigh. “Fine, I’ll go.”

***

You waited in line outside of Cheer Beers with Sarah and Natalie. You were wearing a black sleeveless cocktail dress with black slip-on vans. You saw a few familiar faces approach you and you realized that it’s your friend Harrison and his mates. You recognized one of his friends to be Tom Holland.

“Hey, Haz!” You greeted. He pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. You pulled away and said, “Following me, I see?”

“Very funny,” he replied. “We were coming to opening night anyway. We were planning this in honor of Tom’s return from filming.”

“Oh, that’s right,” you said and then turned to Tom. You put your hand out for him to shake. “I’m Y/N.”

He shook your hand and you felt his sweaty palm touch yours. You could assume that he was either unwell or nervous. “Tom. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise.”

You introduced Natalie and Sarah to Harrison and he introduced the rest of his friends to the three of you.

“Would you like to share a table with us?” Harry, Tom’s younger brother, asked you.

“I’m sure that Y/N L/N would have much better opportunities than to sit with us, Harry,” Tom interjected.

“Actually, Tom, we would love to.” You all entered the pub and grabbed a table in the back room. Harrison sat between Sarah and Tuwaine. Harry sat by Natalie. You sat between Natalie and Tom, per Natalie’s whisper in your ear to go for it. You all got your first round of drinks.

“So what brings you to London?” Tom asked.

“Needed to clear my head,” you said and then ate the olives from your martini.

“So you flew halfway across the world?” Tom was amused and you could tell. He wasn’t trying to laugh at you particularly, he just thought it was funny that you chose London of all places.

“Shut up,” you teased. “We’re here for the summer. A vacation, or holiday, if you will.”

“Nice, nice.” You could feel the slight awkward tension between the two of you. You were basically strangers so it made sense. You decided to try and break it. “How was filming for the third Spider-Man film?”

Tom’s eyes lit up at your sudden interest in his work. “Can I tell you a funny story?”

***

Three hours passed by and you decided to call it a night. You talked with Tom the entire night. You enjoyed his company but you were also jetlagged. “Tom, I’m tired,” you said as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Me too.”

“Want to walk me home?” You asked.

“Would love to.” You both got up from the booth and Tom paid for your drinks, even though you protested. Harrison, Tuwaine, Harry, Sarah, and Natalie didn’t look like they were ready to leave any time soon so you said your goodbyes to them and left with Tom.

“How far are you away from here?” Tom asked you.

“About a ten minute walk.” You began walking in the cool London air.

“So, Harrison told me that you were writing for your new album. How’s that going?”

“Not well,” you said as you crossed your arms over your chest. “It’s been fucking difficult.”

“I’m sorry, love.” The pet named warmed your heart and body even more. Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to him. “I wish I can help you out somehow.”

“It’s alright. Getting out tonight helped me get into a good headspace,” you said.

“Glad to hear it.” You arrived at your Airbnb and Tom walked you to the front door. “I had a great time tonight, Y/N.”

You smiled, the first genuine smile that you’ve had in a while. “Me too, Tom.” You opened your door to enter.

“Wait.” Tom stopped you. “Let me get your number.”

“Sure.”

***

Two weeks had passed since you arrived in London and you and Tom have been texting back and forth. He had even taken you on a tour of London. He took you to all of the hot spots. Occasionally, Tom, Harrison, and Harry would come over to your Airbnb to hang out with you, Sarah, and Natalie. You were developing friendships with everyone, but you felt a bit stronger about Tom. He was charming, kind, and really funny. You enjoyed his company and you finally got the chance to start writing for your upcoming album. You realized that you didn’t want to write about your breakup with your ex, but instead write about your crush on the brown-haired London boy.

“How is the album coming along?” Cassandra asked you on the phone.

“Pretty good. I have a killer single coming your way and many other songs too.”

“Remember, we need to start recording at the end of July.”

“You got it.”

“You sound happy,” she commented. She was right. You were happy and finally completely over your ex. “It’s a good look on you.”

“Thanks.”

“What are you writing about?”

“Oh, you know… London, pubs, boys,” you trailed off.

***

Harrison was busy planning his upcoming date with your sister, Sarah. They hit it off extremely well at the opening of Cheer Beers. They got each other’s numbers and planned to go on a date. To be honest, Harrison was stressed out. He scored a date with Sarah L/N, which ultimately shocked him. So, he decided to go to his best mate for some advice.

Tom was sitting in his living room and Harrison entered with two dress shirts in hand. One of them was a white button-down and the other one navy. “Which shirt should I wear on my date with Sarah?”

“Black slacks, right?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, and a black leather jacket.”

“Go with white,” Tom suggested.

“Thanks, mate. Another question,” Harrison proposed. It felt natural for Harrison to ask Tom about his lady troubles, even though Tom had been single for a while.

Tom nodded his head to urge Harrison to continue.

“What if I fuck this up?” He asked nervously. “I really like Sarah.”

Tom got up from the couch to come closer to Harrison and put his hand on his shoulder. “You’ll be fine, mate. Just be yourself. She’ll fancy you, I promise.”

“How are you so good at giving me advice but you can’t get a girlfriend?”

Tom mocked being bothered. “Rude,” he scoffed.

“What are you waiting for?”

“If I say the perfect girl, will you slap me?” Tom joked.

“Yes, yes I will,” Harrison laughed as he replied. “I think that you already found the perfect girl at Cheer Beers.”

“We’re still getting to know each other. Why must we move so fast?” Tom wondered. He wanted to take things slow. His life had always moved fast and he wanted something to move at his pace, for once. Too many relationships have moved too fast and he ended up hurt.

“Because she’s only here for so long and I have a feeling that she likes you,” Harrison reasoned. Tom was starting to feel the same way about you too.

“Fine. While you go on your date with Sarah tonight, I’ll see if Y/N wants to hang out.” He picked up his phone from the coffee table and texted you asking if you wanted to come over. You replied saying yes and he smiled. “We’re hanging out.”

“Great. Don’t forget to use protection,” Harrison said as he ran away to go get dressed for his date.

“Fuck off, you div!”

***

Tom went to the grocery store to pick up some snacks and beers before you came over to his flat. He tidied up the living room once he got home and made sure to fluff the pillow to make them look nicer. Even though you and Tom were only friends, he couldn’t help but make sure that everything looked perfect for you.

You arrived 30 minutes later. You wore sweatpants and a sweatshirt, along with your slides. Your hair was out of your face and Tom thought that you looked stunning. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Tom blushed. “Nice sweatshirt.” Your sweatshirt was light blue and it had butterflies on it. Tom realized that he loved that color on you.

He led you to the couch and he sat beside you. “So what did you do today?” You asked.

“I worked on a script that I’m writing and then I helped Harrison get ready for his date with your sister. What about you, love?” The pet name made your heart flutter. Tom was definitely charming.

“I worked on some songs for the album,” you answered proudly.

“Care to share?”

“Willing to share what the script’s about?” You asked back, already knowing the answer.

“I’m legally not allowed to share, so no. I’m sorry, darling.”

“Then my answer is the same.”

“Well played, pretty girl,” he flirted. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind?”

“Avengers: Age of Ultron?”

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite Marvel movies!” You exclaimed. “I have a feeling that you knew that already.”

Tom smiled at you as he picked up the remote from the coffee table and turned on the television. “I may have, but only because Haz told me. Don’t worry, though. It’s one of my favorites too.”

Tom found the movie and before he hit play he got up from the couch. “May I offer you some popcorn before we start the movie? I have beer as well.”

“Yes to both, please.” Tom went to the kitchen to pop the popcorn and grab some beers. He came back around five minutes later with everything.

“Here you go,” he said as he handed you a bottle of beer. “I know it’s not a martini.”

“It’ll have to do,” you teased. You pat the seat beside you to urge Tom over. “Now, come sit.”

Tom pressed play and the Marvel introduction appeared on the screen. You moved closer to Tom and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, just like he did that night at the pub. “Is this ok?” He asked.

“It’s perfect.”

Around an hour into the movie, the popcorn was finished along with your first bottle of beer. Tom’s hand was still resting on your shoulder but now your head was resting on his. “Y/N?” Tom called out.

“Yeah?” You asked as you moved your head away from him so you could look at him.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” You nodded so he would continue. “I really want to kiss you.”

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked while smiling.

“Yeah.”

“I really want you to kiss me,” you said as you leaned in. He pressed his lips against yours in a soft first kiss. You kissed back almost immediately. After a couple of seconds, you pulled away from him.

“Wow,” he said.

“Ditto,” you said and then pulled him back towards you. You kissed him again and you knew that from now on, you couldn’t get enough of him.

***

Tom and you didn’t finish the movie the other night. After your many makeout sessions with him, you decided to go home, and you promised him that the two of you would get together again soon. You went home with the biggest smile on your face. Since your kiss, you and Tom have not talked about the status of your relationship. As of right now, you were just friends who have kissed before. No biggie.

It was now the 28th of May and you were sitting on a park bench having coffee with Harrison. It would be Tom’s 25th birthday in four days and the two of you were attempting to plan the perfect party for him.

“You’ll get the decorations, Sam will cook a few dishes, and I’ll provide booze,” Harrison said, listing things off. “We’ll host it at my new flat and I already called everyone.”

“Sounds great, Haz. I just hope he has a great time.”

“I’m sure he will,” he said as he winked at you, indicating something.

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, referring to his wink.

“I know that something happened between the two of you last week. Tom hasn’t stopped smiling since the two of you started hanging out. I’m sure he’ll be happy to know that you planned a party for him.”

“We all are planning it,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, but it’s not like he fancies me,” Harrison laughed.

You rolled your eyes at the blonde-haired boy in front of you. “Whatever.” You got up from the park bench and began walking towards his car. “Come on, Harrison. We need to go to the market.”

***

It was the 1st of June; Tom’s birthday. You woke up early to make sure that everything was ready to go for the party tonight. Harrison and Tom’s brothers planned a golf trip with Tom while you set up Harrison’s flat. You brought Sarah and Natalie along with you to help.

“Move that banner a little more to the right,” you told Sarah. She moved it as you requested. The banner said, Happy 25th birthday, Tom! in light blue glitter. “Looks great. Thanks, sis.”

You blew up balloons, set up tables for the food and drinks, got streamers and ribbons, and finally assembled the cupcake tower with the cupcakes you and Natalie baked the night before.

“Red velvet. Nice choice,” Sarah said as she took a look at the cupcakes on display.

“They’re Tom’s favorite,” you pointed out.

“Seems like you know a lot about him.”

“Well, he is my friend.”

Natalie laughed at your response to your sister’s comment. “Is that all he is?” She asked.

“For now.” You pulled out your phone from your pocket to check the time. It was the early afternoon and the party would start in a few hours. “We better get going to get ready. Sam will bring the food and set it up within the hour.”

Before you got into the car, you texted Tom to wish him a happy birthday and he responded with a heart emoji. You smiled to yourself and then got into the car to drive to your Airbnb.

The three of you washed up and got dressed for Tom’s party. You decided on wearing a light blue sundress with daisies on it. You matched it with white wedges and you did your hair to your liking. Once you were all ready you drove to Harrison’s. When you got there, Harrison, Sam, Tuwaine, and a few other friends of Tom’s were already there.

“Harry is bringing Tom in around 15 minutes,” Harrison told you.

“Ok. Everything seems to be going pretty smoothly.”

“We make a pretty great team,” Harrison said in appreciation for all of the work to make Tom’s party happen.

“Tell that to Sarah over there,” you teased him. His date with your sister went well from what she told you, but because of Harrison’s nervousness, they haven’t talked much since. “She’s been dying to hang out with you.”

“Are you just saying that so you can have Tom all to yourself when he gets here?” He tried to joke.

“No,” you said seriously. “Go talk to her, Haz.” You pushed him lightly in her direction to encourage him to go talk to her.

“I see Harry’s car pulling up!” Sam said a few minutes later. “Everyone get ready.”

Harry used Harrison’s spare key to get into his flat and once both of them entered you all yelled, “Surprise!”

“Thanks, guys!” Tom said in shock. Tom made his rounds to greet everyone to say thank you. You waited patiently in the kitchen for the birthday boy. He finally approached you after a few minutes. “Hey, love.”

“Happy birthday,” you said as you pulled him in for a hug. “You look very handsome.”

He pulled away to look at you. “Thank you, but you’re absolutely stunning.”

You leaned in to kiss his cheek and then said, “Thanks, Tom.”

“I should be thanking you,” he said and then grabbed your hands to intertwine your fingers together.

“For what?”

“Harrison told me that you helped him plan all of this, so thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure,” you said genuinely. “You like it?”

“I love it. He looked over to the counter and saw the cupcakes. “Is that a cupcake tower?”

“A red velvet cupcake tower,” you confirmed. “I baked them.”

“You’re a goddess.” He kissed your lips for half a second and then grabbed a cupcake from one of the tiers. He unwrapped the cupcake and then took a bite. He hummed in delight.

“I’m taking that you like them,” you giggled at the man in front of you. He could seriously make anything look cute.

“They’re heaven,” he moaned. Tom dipped his finger in the frosting and swiped your nose with it. You looked at him in shock. “Aw, you look so adorable,” he said.

You laughed at his antics. “Glad you think so, babe.”

Tom’s lit up at the pet name. “Babe? Hmmm.”

“Yeah, babe.” You took some frosting from what was remaining of his cupcake and placed some on his nose to match you. “You look very cute with frosting on your nose, babe.”

Tom grabbed a napkin from the counter and cleaned the frosting off the both of you. “We’re both very cute.”

“Ok, lovebirds,” Sam called out for the two of you. “Let’s get this party started!”

“Before we go out there, I have something to ask you,” Tom said.

“And what may that be?”

“Will you go out on a date with me?” He asked nervously. You felt your heart skip a beat and you could’ve sworn that you felt Tom’s heart beating rapidly from how close you were standing to him.

“I would love to, Tom,” you said and then kissed him to confirm that you really wanted to.

***

The rest of the night went well and Tom enjoyed his time with his friends. You, Sarah, and Natalie crashed at Harrison’s place along with Tom and Harry. The party ended late and the five of you were too tired to drive home, so Harrison offered to let you all stay there.

You woke up early and made your way downstairs to heat the kettle for tea. As you were waiting, you heard footsteps, and soon enough a pair of arms wrapped around you. “Good morning, beautiful,” Tom said and then kissed your clothed shoulder.

“Morning.” You turned around so you could face him. “How did you sleep?”

“Not so well,” Tom said as he stretched out his arms. “Harrison’s a kicker.”

“Poor baby,” you teased, and then Tom pouted. “Quit pouting, Tommy. I know you’re faking it.”

“Fine,” Tom mumbled.

You turned to the stove and saw that the kettle was ready. “Want tea?”

“Please. A splash of milk and a spoonful of sugar, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” you said as you poured him a cup. “So where are we going on our first date?”

“That’s a surprise, darling.”

***

A week after Tom’s birthday, Tom texted you asking if you were available to go on your first date. You had been working on the album the entire morning so you thought it’d be nice to go out with Tom. You replied yes and he told you to be ready within the hour. Tom knocked on your door around an hour later, with a bouquet in his hand. “These are for you, love,” he said with a smile as he handed them to you.

“Thank you, Tom,” you said and then sniffed the flowers. “Come in while I put these in some water.” Tom entered your Airbnb and you searched for a vase in one of the cabinets. Once you found one, you filled it up with water and put the flowers in. “We should be good to go now.”

Tom held your hand as he led you to the car. He opened the door for you and then got in and started the car. “You ready?”

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“You’ll see in around 15 minutes, angel.” Tom grabbed your hand that was resting in your lap and brought it up to his lips to kiss it. “I don’t think I told you this, but you look ethereal.”

“You’re quite the charmer, Holland.”

“I aim to please,” he joked. “But in all seriousness, you always look gorgeous.”

Tom was by far the kindest man you have ever met in your entire life. You have known him for barely two months but he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You had never felt this way about anyone before.

Tom drove down to a lake. “It’s one of my secret spots,” he told you.

He led you down to the grass near the water and he set up a picnic there for the two of you. “I made sandwiches, cut up some fruit, and some apple cider.”

“It looks good. Thank you, Tom.” He pulled everything out from the picnic basket and handed you one of the sandwiches.

“Anything for you.”

“So this is one of your secret spots, huh?” You asked.

“Mhm,” he mumbled as he took a bite from his sandwich.

“So you bring a lot of girls here?” You teased and you could’ve sworn that you saw Tom almost choke on his sandwich. “Is that why it's so special?”

“Very funny, love,” Tom said. “No, I actually come here alone.”

“I’m guessing because it’s quiet.”

“Yeah, I come here when I need to clear my head.”

You looked around the area and you immediately understood why Tom liked it so much. There was a beautiful, cool breeze and the birds chirping sounded like music to your ears. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“I can drive you here to write songs if you’d like,” Tom offered.

“That would be lovely.”

You and Tom spent a couple of hours at the lake. You talked about anything and everything, and you finally felt yourself get closer to him. You felt him opening up to you too, which you felt good about.

“Would you like to go on a drive with me?” Tom asked once you both packed up the remainder of the picnic.

“Will there be music involved?”

“What would be a nice evening drive without music? C’mon, let’s go.” Tom led you to his car and you began your drive. The sun was setting and it was beautiful. “It’s wonderful outside, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” you said.

“I had a great time with you, Y/N.”

“Me too.”

*** Once Tom dropped you off, you began writing another song. His date left you inspired and you were starting to like him more and more. Each time you saw him your feelings for him grew. He inspired you to write your song, London Boy.

Tom wanted a second date. He felt so good leaving the first one and knew that he wanted to pursue a relationship with you. He knew that it would be hard but relationships won’t always be easy. He decided to call you the next to ask when he could see you again.

“Tom, we just went out,” you teased.

“I know, Y/N, but I like you. A lot.” You thought that it was cute how Tom was eager for a second date. You were excited too.

“I like you, too. I would love to see you again, too,” you said.

“Coffee? I don’t drink it but I know how much you like it,” Tom offered.

“How about tea? Know any good spots for a cup of tea and maybe breakfast?”

“I know just the place. See you soon, Y/N.”

***

Many amazing dates with Tom and a bunch of fun days in London later and you know that you’re ready to start recording your next album. People had their assumptions about you and Tom. Rumors had gone around but Tom and you didn’t address them.

London inspired so much of your album that you decided to record there. The rest of your team flew out and you began recording.

You called Tom asking him to come to the studio. “I’m recording one of my favorite songs today. I would love for you to come if you’re free.” You were recording London Boy today and you wanted Tom to hear it since he hadn’t before. It would also be a good way to officially tell Tom that you’re falling in love with him.

“I would love to come. Send me the address.”

“You got it. See you in 20.”

You sent Tom the address of the studio and he was there within 15 minutes. You greeted him at the front. “Hey, babe.”

He kissed you on the cheek and then asked, “Are you excited for today?”

“Very. I’m excited for you to hear the song,” you said as you led him into the studio. You introduced him to Cassandra and the rest of your team.

“Y/N, get your pretty ass in the booth,” Cassandra said. You walked into the recording booth and put on your headphones. “Let’s do this.”

“Tom, sit up in front,” you said and then he took a seat beside Cassandra. “This one is called London Boy.”

The upbeat music came on and you knew that you were skipping the intro for now so you went in with the first verse.

I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey But something happened, I heard him laughing I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent They say home is where the heart is But that's not where mine lives

You heard Cassandra tell you to stop so they could play it back. You saw Tom smiling at you as you were singing and you took that as a good sign that he was enjoying it.

“Now for the chorus.”

You know I love a London boy I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon He likes my American smile, like a child when our eyes meet Darling, I fancy you Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy Boy, I fancy you (Ooh)

You ended up finishing the recording of the song in an hour. You left the booth for your break and you first greeted Tom. “What did you think of it?”

“I love you, too,” he said. You leaned up to him and kissed him with every fiber of your being.

“That’s good because many of these songs are about you.”

“And I can’t wait to hear them all,” he said and then smiled.

“I can’t believe how I’ve only been here for three months and I already feel this way,” you said honestly. You have never fallen so fast for anyone, but it feels right with Tom. Everything feels right with him.

“Well, believe it because it’s real,” Tom confirmed. “Be mine, Y/N?”

“I thought you’d never ask, lover.”

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

BESTIES!! PART 10 IS A HOT ONE!! Enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it (and re-reading it because its probs one of my fav parts of the whole series) Love Always, Steph xx

Part 10 | parte dieci

warnings; heavy-petting, almost-smut, and a hot jack grealish - read at your own risk ;) word count; 2469. writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter. next update; Monday 16/08 5pm AEST. Updates are three times/week (Monday, Wednesday & Friday)! tags (as requested by users); @footballffbarbiex @obsesseds-world @abysshaven link to fic masterlist here

Longing glances and shy smiles. That was how Amelia and Ben both spent the next morning at Cobham together, prior to travelling to Stamford Bridge for the fourth match of the season against Aston Villa. The two had spent the rest of the evening relaxing on the couch; no additional kisses were shared between them as they had both agreed to keep things friendly, and no matter how hard Ben tried, Amelia had no intentions of going any further just yet. She had admitted to him something that she had never uttered out loud before: she still needed to work out how to exist without Fede.

While their situationship had been as unconventional as it was, it was still something that Amelia had grown to live with and love. Fede’s personality was unlike no other she had come across, perhaps closest to that of Jack Grealish. Friendly, flirtatious, charming, to the point where she found herself blushing sometimes - not many people had been able to make her shy enough to blush, but Fede had, and now Jack was too.

hot boy grealish

mornin mils, can’t wait to see ya today.

I’ll be the hot one with the good hair and even better ass.

hot gal mils

morning my dear jacky, looking forward to seeing you too.

Is Tyrone not playing?

His bum has always been my fav bum to stare at.

hot boy grealish

cut it out, you.

Banter-filled texts had been a constant stream of entertainment throughout the days leading up to the match. Jack has been preparing Amelia for the possibility of her losing, constantly picking on the girl for being an overachiever and saying that she needs to be brought down a few pegs, having been quite some time since her team had lost a match. Amelia however, with enough self-confidence to rival that of the villa boy, wouldn’t even let him finish his sentences. Far too superstitious for that to happen.

The girl believed in superstitions, and she was not about to tempt her fate. She even went so far as to have her family name and a small Italian flag embroidered onto the inside of her collar of every polo shirt she would wear for match days. She did it at Juventus and organised for it to be done to her new Chelsea uniform. It was a personal choice, something that happened to run in her family also, her father and brother also having the White family name stitched to the inside of their kit. It was a way of keeping them all tied together, no matter what side of the pitch they were on. The Italian flag was there to remind her of all that the country had given her: her grandparents and a chance to be brilliant at what she loves most.

Arriving at Stamford Bridge off of the team bus, Jorgi had insisted she sitwith him and they spoke exclusively in Italian for the 30-odd minute drive from Cobham. Despite Amelia purchasing a new car a few days prior, Jorgi insisted they continue to carpool. It worked out well because now Amelia wouldn’t have to catch the team bus back to the training ground after the match. She had spent the better part of an hour out on the pitch with some of the boys, running through the plays she had in mind before she ushered them back into the changeroom, allowing the Aston Villa men to have their time out on the grass.

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“I would know that bum anywhere.”

“Hello Jack, nice to see you too. I’ve been well thanks, so has my bum. I’ll let my face know you said hello, too,” I spoke as I stood up from my crouched position, where I had been tying my laces.

“Just kiddin love, actually no I'm not - I love your bum. But I am happy to see your beautiful face too!” Jack spoke, as he pulled me into a hug - wrapping both of his arms around my head, effectively pushing me further into his chest.

“You saw my face a couple days ago when we were on FaceTime!”

“I saw your bum a few days ago on FaceTimetoo, doesn’t mean I'm not happy to see it!”

“So that's why you like helping me do my laundry, so you can see my backside as I reach into the machine!”

“Now I’m not a religious man, but I have prayed to God a few times that you drop a sock or two riiiiiiight in front of the camera.” He laughed back at my shocked expression.

“Jack! You are ridiculous! Stop being such a perv! No wonder you don’t have a girlfriend” I play-shouted at him as I smacked him with my rolled up matchday program.

“I’m holding out for you, my love.”

“Always the joker, Jack. Get out there and prepare for the worst match of your season.”

“Dream on Mils, we’ve got this in the bag.”

“Sure thing Jacky, sure thing.”

I walked further up the tunnel towards the changeroom, getting ready to deliver my strategy talk to the boys.

“Stop looking at my ass, Grealish!” I shouted without turning around. The boisterous laugh that followed my exclamation was enough to know that I was correct. I didn’t need to turn around to be able to predict what the laddish lad was already doing.

60 minutes of football later.

Amelia was correct in saying that Chelsea were going to win the match, her quiet confidence only getting louder and louder as each premier league match went on. She was apprehensive at first to see if her tactics were going to work in the Prem, or if there was to be some compromise on skill due to the fast-paced nature of the game. So far, however, the Chelsea men were quick learners and even quicker to execute.

One thing she wasn’t prepared for, however, was the absolute worldie that Jack had scored just before half-time at the Bridge. There was an element of familiarity in his goal, recognising the play as one of her own. A small smile crossed her face after he scored, running to celebrate with the away fans before jogging down past the bench and mouthing a quick “all you baby” at her as he moved back into position. She must have told him about it back when she was in Italy, knowing that there was no chance she would have exchanged her trade secrets to an enemy in the same league. It warmed her to know he paid enough attention to her to be able to practice that on his own with his team and execute it flawlessly in a live game.

What Amelia also wasn’t prepared for was for anyone else to recognise the play. Behind her on the bench sat an oddly-inquisitive Ben. He saw the tactic as it was playing out, recognising the run that Jack had to make to put himself in the box at the exact moment that John McGinn crossed the ball. Better yet, he saw Jack run down the sideline, nowhere near where he should have been, and mouth those words to Amelia. He wanted to know what was going on, was that why she wasn’t ready to commit to him?

Later that same evening.

After a hot shower, Amelia was curled up on the couch, ready to continue the docuseries she was watching the night before when she had an unexpected visitor pop round and confess his feelings to her. Thinking back on the night prior, she was happy that things ended up working out the way they did. Of course she wasn’t exactly thrilled with just how they happened but she could forgive the sweet boy. His intentions were pure and that's not something she was used to. It made her giddy to think about him, and about where things may go in the future.

A ring of her doorbell, almost to the exact hour that it had the night prior, made her get off her couch and walk down the small hall to the front door with a smirk on her face. Expecting to see the same brown-haired, blue-eyed boy that seemed to enjoy ringing her bell after hours. What she saw on the other side, however, was not what she was expecting.

“Jack, what on bloody God’s earth are you doing here?! You should be halfway back to Birmingham by now!”

“Are you gonna let me in love, it’s bloody cold out ‘ere tonight. Come on, shove over,” The slightly-less-than-6-foot-tall footballer commandeered her hallway, shutting the door behind him and locking it. This, coupled with his overnight duffle bag hanging off his shoulder let Amelia know that he had no other plans but to stay with her.

“Sure, Jack, I suppose you can come in and spend the night crashing in my spare room.”

“Now now, don’t pretend that you’re not happy to see me, love. And a spare room? I believe you promised me a cuddle.”

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but smile at the charming young man. Feeling the blush start to spread from her chest up her neck and across her cheeks, she quickly turned and walked into her kitchen, calling out over her shoulder to ask if he wanted a cup of tea. Feeling a sense of deja vu from the night before, she shook her head and reminded herself that this is nothing like the night before. How could it have been - there was no kissing involved.

“Was that a blush I saw? Do I make you nervous, Amelia?” Somehow, Jack had moved to be right behind the girl at her kitchen counter. Hands on her hips, chest to her back, lips to her ear. Amelia felt herself freeze, and then relax into his hands.

“Jack, please, I don’t think we should do this.”

“Why not, Mils? You can feel it, too. The tension through the screen’s enough to force me into a cold shower most nights.”

And just like the night before, the whistle of the kettle was the only piercing sound resonating around the townhouse. Whilst all she saw was truth behind Ben’s eyes, Jack's eyes were clouded with lust and affection. Just once, she could give in, right?

Leaning her head back to rest on his right shoulder, he attached his lips to the left side of her neck. Hands rolling from the side of her hips, to underneath her shirt, feeling the small navel piercing between his fingers and smirking.

“Didn’t take you for being the kind of girl to have a piercing, Mils,” He spoke into her collarbone, a small nip to the sensitive skin as the girl continued to focus on her breathing.

“Piercings, Jack. I have more than one” She breathlessly spoke, knowing exactly what she was doing now. The admission of having more than one piercing that he could not see was all of the consent Jack needed to continue his exploration of her body.

“Are you going to let me see them, darling?”

“If you’re lucky.”

“I’d say I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now, especially in this position.”

She was unsure how it had happened, but Jack had pressed her further into the countertop. With her back still to his chest, his waist was at the perfect height to press into the small of her back. His leg had settled between both of her own and his hands had found the bottom of her bralette and were gently caressing her rib cage, desperate to get closer to where he presumed her other piercing was.

“We shouldn’t be doing this Jack,” she breathed out into the air, hot air escaping her lungs to resemble what she felt brewing in the pit of her stomach. Desire.

“Why the bloody hell not?” he mumbled into her sweet spot, where her jaw met her neck.

“Because I've been here before. This is bad.” With her eyes shut, he continued his way down her neck. The fabric of her top shifted so he could slide one of her straps down her arm.

“If it's bad, why does it feel so good? '' Whilst his lips got to work on her collarbone, and his hand was busy toying with the elastic line of her bralette, his other hand began to fiddle with her fingers. Entwining them with his own, the kind of strength she needed to feel to make her next decisions.

Pushing back off of the counter, meaning her ass had pushed right into the part of his body where he wanted her most, Amelia turned around and faced Jack. The two stood there, slightly panting, staring at each other. Amelia being the kind of girl that she is, decided that she wanted to have a little slice of the dominance pie. Maintaining eye contact, she lifted the bottom of her t-shirt over her head and dropped in on the floor, that second piercing now very clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her bralette.

“Come on Jack, aren’t you an athlete? What’s got you so out of breath? I thought you’d be able to last a little longer than some heavy petting.” She taunted at the smirking man, wanting nothing more than to mess up his hair as he nestled himself between her thighs. That's exactly the position that they found themselves in not more than 5 minutes later, this time upstairs in her bedroom.

Throughout the multiple rounds of passion that the two so-called friends shared that night, not once had their lips touched. Of course, her lips had touched parts of him and he had definitely been all over a completely different set of lips a few times (and from a few different positions), but face to face, eye to eye, nose to nose - their lips had never met. That told Amelia enough to set her anxiety on fire. Had she just gotten involved with a carbon-copy of the man she left behind in Italy?

The regret seeped through her bones and settled into her heart by the time that the Villa boy had fallen asleep next to her. What had she done? This was not the girl Amelia wanted to be anymore. She was done being the girl that was loved only when the lights went out. She wanted love under the sun, she wanted breakfast by the river, double dates, family parties. She wanted the kind of love that you could never try and hide even if you wanted to. She knew that this wasn’t what Jack was able to offer her. She was grateful for their friendship, she truly was, he made her laugh more than most people but for the first time in a very long time, she was certain that that's all she wanted from him.

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Tom Hiddleston, Owen Wilson, Kevin Feige & creative team talk Loki | The TVA, D.B. Cooper & the god of mischief

Loki is one of Marvel’s most complicated characters. He’s a hero, a villain, a frenemy, and everything in between, and starting Wednesday, June 9 on Disney+ his series kicks off with a brooding adventure that spans the timeline.

Avengers: End Game setup a chain of events that is likely going to be a big part of the next phase of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. In that film, Loki, played by the one and only Tom Hiddleston, picked up the Tesseract and vanished to parts unknown. Now, in Marvel’s Loki, we finally get to see what happened to him, and why the Time Variance Authority (TVA) are after him.

Just a hint though, it’s not good, and it’s going to lead to trouble.

As far as the TVA is concerned, it’s a massive organization, and no one there seems to be a fan of the god of mischief’s work. That includes Agent Mobius (Owen Wilson), Judge Ravonna Renslayer (Gugu Mbatha-Raw), and Hunter B-15 (Wunmi Mosaku), to name a few.

To launch the new series, the key cast, executive producer Kevin Feige, creator and lead writer Michael Waldron, and director Kate Herron sat down to chat about the who, what, when, where, and why of Loki. Read on for the story of how the team came together, and what to expect from the Marvel series.

So what was it like for Hiddleston when he realized he was going to get to play Loki again? As he admits, it was unexpected.

“[It was ] a combination of delight and surprise. I think it’s probably the accurate way of describing it,” Hiddleston said. “I was so excited by the idea and I also had to scratch my head a bit because that scene in Avengers: Infinity War had felt so conclusive as the end of Loki’s story.”

“But I knew that Avengers: End Game was coming around the corner. And in that scene, in that film, Loki picks up the Tesseract and disappears in a puff of smoke. And where does he go? When does he go? How does he get there? Kevin [Feige] and Louis d’Esposito and Victoria Alonso all reassured me that that would be the starting point of the series. And there were so many places we could go, so many possibilities to think about.”

“And in due course, everybody that you can see [points to the other cast and creators] jumped on and had so many brilliant ideas and created thi new show, which I think is really exciting and I’m happy to be doing it.”

For Kevin Feige, he suggested that they had the plan started for Loki while they were filming the last Avengers movie.

“I think we did not know it when we shot Infinity War, but I think we did know it when we shot End Game,” Feige said. “[That’s] my recollection of it.”

“What that meant and where that specifically would go, we didn’t know, but one of my favourite things coming out of End Game was people saying that we forgot to tie up the loose end of Loki. Loki just disappears. And we forgot to mention what happens to them at the end of that movie. And at that point, we did know that there was Disney+ coming in, and it became very exciting to make people wait until, we figured out what the show would be, and now, finally, two days from it being unveiled to the world is pretty cool.”

After the idea, came head writer Michael Waldron, and his plan for the story.

“I was just thinking Loki is D.B. Cooper. That’s all I was [thinking],” Waldron said. “I was so excited about that opportunity.”

“When I heard that it was going to be a series about Loki. It was already, you know, my favourite character in the MCU and it was going to have a time travel element. Just the opportunities for chaos and fun within that. Obviously it seemed like it would be a great time as writers, so I just went after it and started eliminating my enemies one by one, so I could try to get the job.”

Coming in to direct the series, Kate Herron said that she had a plan to get the job.

“I remember that I found out they were making the show and I told my agent to just call them every day until they caved and it worked,” Herron said. “I just was like, ‘just get me in the room, just get me in the room.'”

“So, yeah, consistency, I guess, and being a pain in the butt, got me the job.”

But there’s a lot more to it than that, as Feige, Hiddleston, and Waldron said. Herron helped shape the whole series.

“We knew we wanted to do a Tom Hiddleston Loki series,” Feige said. “We knew we wanted to have time travel elements. Our producer, Stephen Broussard, Kevin Wright, and I were always fans of this Time Variants Authority organization from the comics.”

“For years and years, we’ve loved the idea of it, but just didn’t know exactly what to do with it before Kevin and Stephen had the idea of putting it up as a major part of this show, but it’s really Kate’s meetings with us and her pitch that brought in all those references and allowed us to look at this in a slightly even different genre than we were anticipating.”

“So that’s my answer. Our inspiration was Kate and her and her pitch for this job.”

And then there’s MCU newcomers Owen Wilson, Gugu Mbatha-Raw, and Wunmi Mosaku. How did they feel about joining the universe of characters?

“Well, it’s exciting to be a part of it. You know, with seeing the trailers start to come out, and how excited people get,” Wilson said.

“I’ve kind of talked about how I worked on a lot of things, but the secrecy sort of surrounding this, I didn’t quite understand until I saw that it’s just so much, and the fan base is so revved up and passionate and Marvel’s just so committed to trying to surprise people. So then you kind of get into it.”

After that, he said he was definitely “walking on eggshells… because you’re not quite sure now if this happened in episode three or four, or one, or have they already seen it? And so I just tend to sort of fall back on ‘There’s some very shocking things that are going to happen.'”

For Judge Ravonna Renslaye, Mbatha-Raw has a lot of story in the comic books, but that didn’t necessary play a part in Loki.

“Well luckily or unluckily for me, Kate explained to me that this was sort of more of an origin story for Ravonna Renslayer, you know, sort of predating some of the stuff in the comics,” Mbatha-Raw said.

“So all that stuff is there, but there was also the opportunity to feel like we were starting with something fresh with the TVA that hadn’t been seen before by fans on screen. But there’s so much there that I feel like there’s plenty of potential for her in the future as well.”

On the other hand, Wunmi Mosaku plays a brand new character, made just for the series. So how did that impact her role?

“Yeah, no pressure because no one’s got any ideas of what they want her to be,” Mosaku said. “I can bring you who she is and you have to accept it, and that’s just as it is. And I kinda liked that because it does feel like a bit of pressure when you’re joining the MCU. It’s like, it’s the MCU and yeah, being able to just have like a clear slate and just do whatever I want to do with Kate and you know, it’s just, it’s great. It’s fun. It’s kind of free.”

Finally, what can you expect from Loki?

“Well, stylistically, I would say like me and my DP, Autumn [Durald], we were really inspired by a lot of film noir… and you can see that in our lighting and how we approached it. Seven is a very heavy influence. There’s a little reference to Seven in episode two, of a little needle drop, which I’m sure fans of that film will recognize instantly.”

For Waldron, he said “I think Fincher for sure… Zodiac and The Silence of the Lambs were two specific [influences] we were really looking at a lot in the writers’ room.”

There is a lot more to cover from the Loki press conference, so stay tuned for more with the cast and creative team throughout the week.

#loki #loki series #press conference #article #interview #tom hiddleston #owen wilson #kate herron #michael waldron #wunmi mosaku #gugu mbatha raw #kevin feige

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