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sloanerisette · 4 years ago

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Jyoumi Challenge Day #5: Purity

Sorry this is up so late! Had a busy week and fell behind, but I hope the wait is worth it! Just more cute Jyoumi stuff between Adventure and 02!

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A soft, wistful sigh escaped Mimi’s lips as she started to swing her and Joe’s arms, fingers laced within his.

“It sure will be nice to see everyone,” the girl said, a soft smile gracing her lips, the very thought of bringing as much of the team together again boosting her already elated mood.

“Yeah, I think Izzy said something about hearing from Gennai?” Joe said with a quirk of his eyebrow, still curious. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited to see his friends, it was more that, as always, Joe was worried about doing something that wasn’t studying. Soon enough he would have to worry about preparing for college, and with how middle school entrance exams had been, his stomach had remained a pit of nerves.

“Maybe we’ll be able to see all the Digimon soon!” she suggested brightly, giving him a light bump of her hip, before offering him a smile.

“That would be great. Let’s hope,” he nodded, before checking his watch. “Oh! We should probably hurry, we’re late!” he said.

Mimi’s grip on Joe’s hand tightened, giving it a quick squeeze and feeling the warmth of it spread all throughout her, before she took off running, dragging the boy along with her, who had quickly let out a panicked shout, holding onto his glasses so they didn’t fall.

“Then let’s goooooooooo!”

He had only barely managed to keep up with her, thanks solely to her holding onto him, and Joe was, at this point worried about her pulling his arm out of his socket more than being late.

Thankfully, the Izumi apartment wasn’t too far from where they had been, and as they approached the door, Joe’s free hand was busy rubbing his shoulder in hopes of soothing some of the ache it was now feeling.

“Promise me you won’t do that again?” he mumbled, wincing briefly as he stopped just after her once they reached the front door.

“Oh, you love when I drag you places, even when you say you don’t,” she waved a hand to playfully brush off his words, shooting him a sweet smile.

Silence filled the air for a moment, interrupted briefly by Mimi knocking on the door.

“You’re right.”

The two looked at each other, Joe ducking his head sheepishly, tinges of pink scattering across his cheeks, which left her smile growing that much more.

Thankfully, the boy was saved from any further stress by Izzy’s mother answering the door.

“Oh, Mimi, Joe, nice to see you both. Everyone’s in Izzy’s room, I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you, too. Come in, and let me know if you need anything, alright?” she said kindly, and the two nodded at the same time.

“Of course!” they said in perfect sync, Mimi unable to stop herself from giggling softly.

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Izumi,” Joe said, before she let the two in, both stepping out of their shoes before making their way to Izzy’s room.

“Hellooooo!” Mimi called out as soon as she stepped into the room, her usual energy already flooding into the room, the other kids smiling when she appeared, opening the door wider to reveal who else was with her, “We’re heeeeeeeeere!”

“Looks like the lovebirds finally showed up!” Tai laughed, leading to Matt chuckling, too. Joe was quick to blush again, by no means embarrassed of his relationship with Mimi, but that didn’t change the fact that this was wholly and utterly new to him, and even on his good days he could still be jumpy when it came to teasing comments like this.

Sora reached past Izzy, grabbing the band of Tai’s goggles and quickly snapped them against the back of his head, before shooting the couple a sympathetic look. Mimi rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.

“I think someone’s just jealous of the lovebirds!” Mimi teased, before sticking her tongue out at the leader of the group, while Joe was so bright red, that both Matt and Izzy were looking at him with concern, Joe turning his head to Mimi.

Mimi felt him get closer, seeing the look on his face— how he was just about to pass out, even— and quickly mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She tugged on his arm gently, lowering the two of them to the floor. Once Joe was sat down, his eyes were solely fixated on his lap for a good bit, fingers twiddling together as a means to distract himself while he waited for Izzy to start up with the meeting.

Sora quickly nudged Tai with her arm, who glanced to her, noting the slight glare she had, and waved his hands quickly.

“Hey, Joe, c’mon, you know I was just teasing! You know we’re all happy for you lovebirds! We’re just glad you two made it! And hey, after the meeting is done then you two can get back to kissing each other or doing whatever you do!”

The words tumbled from Tai’s mouth, tone rife with apology and guilt over the stress he’d put on the oldest of the group, and the rest of them had looked at him with disbelief, expressions of confusion and frustration on their face, with the only one in the room playing it cool being Mimi.

She had been more focused on Joe, gently patting him on the arm, a reassuring hand on his shoulder, all in hopes of relieving the stress that was just about pouring out from him, the blue-haired boy silent still. The pink-clad girl waved off the apology.

“Oh, don’t worry! It’s ok!” she chirped happily.

Silence filled the room for a few moments longer, until Izzy finally spoke up.

“…Ok. So, I recently talked to Gennai, and he filled me in on some good news,” the boy started, turning his laptop to the group, “We can go back to the Digital World.”

The reactions were nothing short of big smiles and gasps of awe at the very idea that they’d be able to go back to the Digital World and see their partners again.

“Actually, we need to. Gennai told me that—”

Before Izzy could continue, Joe opened his mouth.

“Mimi and I haven’t kissed yet!”

Everyone’s eyes, Mimi’s included, immediately trained onto Joe, whose eyes were clenched shut, hands gripping onto his legs with white knuckles. She didn’t know what to do, and everyone was stunned silent by the sudden outburst, and as he slowly opened his eyes, he grimaced.

“…Sorry…” he said quietly, letting out a shaky sigh.

“…So, as I said,” Izzy said after a moment of silence, not missing a beat, “…Gennai needs us to come back to the Digital World. There’s something important we need to do there.”

The rest of the meeting, Joe had sat there in awkward silence, not even able to be stirred towards happiness by Mimi or any of the others, and just hoped that no one would bring up what had happened— hopefully ever again.

Thankfully, his wish had come true, as nobody brought it up after the meeting when they all had just decided to spend a few hours together hanging out with some of Mrs. Izumi’s delicious food, until finally reached the point where they all started to leave, of course Joe and Mimi first seeing as Joe had to be home at a reasonable time and still had to drop Mimi off.

It also gave Mimi a few moments to talk to him.

“Are you ok?” she asked, voice soft and sweet as she looked up at him, Joe stopping suddenly and Mimi quickly stopping after.

“Oh, well… yeah… sure,” he mumbled, ducking his head and looking away from his girlfriend. Meanwhile, she didn’t believe him for a moment, hands on her hips as she scrunched up her mouth in a pout and furrowed her brows.

“I don’t believe you. What’s wrong?” she asked with a touch more force in her voice. Just a bit of a push, if only because she knew Joe and she knew he would be stubborn and try and push this aside.

As much as he wanted to hold out, he sighed and shook his head, knowing that trying to hold out against Mimi Tachikawa of all people would be a fruitless effort.

“Just… everything tonight. I guess I feel stupid. I mean, I haven’t even had a first kiss yet! Not that, you know, I’m saying we need to kiss, and I know Tai was just joking around, but I guess I still feel out of my element. I don’t even know why! Or why I even shouted out about how we hadn’t kissed! It just happened because I panicked and I feel so stupid about it,” he mumbled, “Just… stressed. The usual.”

Mimi’s frown deepened, gently placing a hand on his chest as she looked up at him.

“Joe… it’s ok. I’m not upset! I know you get a little nervous in the spotlight, and that’s ok, honest,” she assured him. Joe didn’t seem convinced, shaking his head softly as he glanced to the side.

“If you’re sure… I’m sorry. Again.”

“No more apologies,” she insisted, before getting on her tip toes in order to give her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips.

The boy went bright red, eyes wide, as he looked down at her.

“Mimi… I… You…” the words tumbled weakly from his tongue, blinking at her a few times. He felt her take his hand and squeeze it gently.

“Now we’ve both had our first kiss.”

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freddiesaysalright · 5 years ago

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Peace Like A River Part 1

A Gwilym Lee x Reader Story

Summary: Reader is a stand up comic with a pretty dark past. She has a three new lights in her life: her daughter, Violet; her anonymous correspondent, Dear Friend; and Gwilym Lee.

Word Count: 3.4K

Tag List: @psychosupernatural @someone-get-a-medic @bensrhapsody @deakyclicks If you’d like to be added, let me know!

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I had like the snippet of an idea for this and then needed more for a plot, but I think I’ve finally got it together lol. Hope y’all like it!

Part I here we go!!!

Grinning, you read over the letter once more from backstage. His words in that graceful, loopy handwriting warmed you from your heart to your toes. You sighed contentedly, stuffed the paper into your back pocket for luck, and waited for your cue.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Y/N Y/L/N!” the host cried.

You shook out the last of your nerves and walked out on the stage, waving and grinning at the huge crowd that stood and applauded for you. You had never done a show for an audience this large and it was both intimidating and exhilarating.

“Thank you!” you said, as you waited for them to stop cheering. “Thank you. Thank you all for coming. Really, I appreciate it because whenever I have to go out and do things, I think about killing myself.”

A nervous titter went through the crowd and you smiled again.

“Seriously, I do. I’ll think about killing myself over nothing. Like, the other day, I was in the car on my way home from the store and my sister called me and asked me to stop by her place and help her and her husband move furniture. And I actually thought ‘If I crashed my car right now and died, I wouldn’t have to go move any fucking furniture.’”

They laughed.

“It’s crazy, I know, but I casually think about it any time I’m even minorly inconvenienced. But what stops me from doing it - like, my next line of thought - is something equally meaningless. Like, in that scenario with my sister, the thing that held me back was like, I thought ‘But fuck, Bohemian Rhapsody is coming out in like two months and I really wanna see that.’”

A couple cheers came through the laughter and you smiled.

“Oh, we got some Queen fans in here tonight?” you said.

More cheers.

“Yeah, cheer, clap, fuck yeah!”

A swell of shouts and whistles went through the crowd and you joined them.

“Fuck yeah, y’all were raised right,” you said when it settled down. “Queen is a great band. Just four sexy dudes making banger after banger. They’re legitimately my favorite band. I’m not gonna lie, they really got me through some shit, but we’ll come back to my trauma later.”

You paused for a small bit of laughter.

“Now normally, I don’t like when comedians talk about Queen. And by that, I mean, I don’t like it when comedians talk about Freddie Mercury,” you said. “And it’s not for some pretentious reason like they’re not real fans or something. It’s literally just that when people joke about Freddie Mercury, they joke about the same two things - his teeth and his sexuality - two extremely fucking boring things to joke about.”

You took a sip of water.

“Not only are they boring, they’re just rude. Like, these are things this man was born with and couldn’t change about himself - he had no control over that. What he did have control over - the fucking ridiculous lyrics of Under Pressure.”

A giggle went through them. You smiled.

“I’m serious. Have any of you ever looked up the lyrics to that song? Most of it doesn’t really bother me, it’s just those weird scat-like shit Freddie does between verses. Like, they have these great, meaningful lines followed by Freddie going ‘Um, bah, bah, bay.’ What the fuck?”

They laughed.

“That shit is in the official lyrics of that legendary song and I think about that every goddamn day. That and fucking ‘dee, dah, day - ok!’ Shit like that is how you know these dudes were on drugs. One of those guys came up with that, pitched it to four other people - if not more - and they all went ‘fuckin genius’ and bam! Under Pressure is one of the greatest hits of all time.”

They laughed harder.

“I guess I’m not as disturbed by that as I am by the fact that the people ate it up like they did. It’s one thing for those guys to say it’s genius, but then for us as the public to say it as well just fucks me up. The first time I heard that song I was like ‘what the cinnamon toast fuck am I listening to?’ Shit was weird.”

You took another drink as they laughed.

“But honestly, I don’t understand why people go for Freddie’s sexuality when there are clearly much more roastable things to talk about. I don’t care how rich and famous he was, if you’re a straight white guy making fun of gay brown guy for being either or both of those things, you’re punching down, dude, and that’s not comedy, that’s just being an asshole.”

For that, they applauded. You continued on through your set, and this audience was great for you. They were responsive and you held their attention throughout. You were almost ready to close the show.

“I always like to end my shows with the most important person in my life,” you said. “I’ve talked about her already tonight, and she’s my daughter, Violet.”

The tech guys put a picture of her up on the projector behind you. You beamed at it.

“That’s her. She’s three years old and she’s my everything. She’s the reason I get on stage and in front of cameras. She’s the real reason I don’t crash my car to get out of moving furniture.”

With one final laugh, you bid them goodnight. You took a little bow at the roar of applause and smiled widely. You said a few more thank yous before the spotlight dimmed and you walked off stage to the sound of cheering and clapping. It never ceased to amaze you how far you had come.

Someone took the mic for you as your assistant approached. She was a recent hire, and something you initially resisted. But now that your name and brand had grown, you really did need the help. Her name was Stacy, and she was incredibly efficient. You liked her, as did Violet, which sold you on hiring her.

“Great show,” she said with a smile. “Vi is asleep in the green room. We’ve got a couple VIP guests for you to meet before we take you both back to the hotel.”

“Alright, lead the way,” you replied.

You followed her to another room backstage where you saw a group of men. Most of them had their back to you, but one face, you recognized. Gwilym Lee, who you considered a friend, even though you hadn’t spoken in a while.

Before you had really thrown yourself into standup, you did a bit of acting. You and Gwilym shot a pilot of a sitcom that unfortunately never aired, but while filming, you had become really close. You even felt like he was flirting with you a few times, but back then you were nowhere near ready to start a new relationship, so you’d kept things strictly platonic. Nowadays, you mostly liked each others pictures on Instagram as your main form of communication. But life was busy for both of you. You were on tour and he had gone on to films.

You started to smile but then froze when the man next to Gwilym turned his head. You grabbed Stacy’s arm harshly.

“Holy shit is that Brian May?” you wondered.

She chuckled. “Yeah! The VIP guests are Queen and the cast of Bohemian Rhapsody.”

“Shut the fuck up!” you cried. “Really?!”

“Yep,” she assured you. “Go on in and say hello.”

Your stomach dropped with nerves. Again, you shook yourself free of them and donned your stage personality. Slipping into that mask was where you were most comfortable. While you talked about the things you had endured in your comedy, there it was lighthearted, and you did not have to face it head on. You could throw a joke out and dodge it.

“Well, hello!” you said brightly as you entered the room.

They all turned eyes on you and smiled as you were introduced. Brian May and Roger Taylor were without a doubt the most thrilling to shake hands with, but Rami Malek, Joe Mazzello, and Ben Hardy were also exciting. When it came time to shake hands with Gwilym, you offered a warm, friendly smile.

“It’s great to see you again,” you said. “It’s been two years or so now?”

“Just about,” he replied. “You were wonderful.”

“Thank you!”

“Gwil was the one who convinced us to come tonight,” Joe explained. “He said you were hilarious on set when you filmed before.”

“That’s sweet,” you replied. “It is a shame that show never took off, it was a good one.”

“I certainly loved it,” Gwilym said.

You chatted with them for a bit. They all were calming to be around. Brian and Roger were complimentary of your bit about Under Pressure, which eased some of your nerves about the set. Even though you were, you didn’t feel like you were putting on a show for them. In minutes, it felt like they were your friends.

The door opened shortly after and in walked Stacy, hand in hand with your very sleepy daughter. She clutched her stuffed dog close to her chest as she ran right to you and crawled into you lap. You wrapped your arms around her and held her close, kissing the top of her head. She eyed the guests warily.

“What are you doing awake, sweetie?” you asked gently, stroking her hair.

“She woke up for a little while,” Stacy explained. “I tried to get her back down but all she wanted was Mommy.”

You smiled. “That’s okay. You can have Mommy whenever you want her.”

She snuggled into your chest, turning her face away from the strangers.

“You don’t want to say hello?” you wondered, and she shook her head. You looked at the guys. “Sorry. She’s kinda shy.”

“That’s alright,” said Brian.

“She’s grown up,” Gwilym said. “Last time I saw her, she was just learning to walk.”

“Oh, yeah,” you remembered. “She actually walked right into you during a scene.”

You both chuckled at the memory.

“The director was almost mad, but she was so cute,” he continued.

He knelt down in front of you and gently touched her arm. She turned her face to just barely peek at him.

“Hi, Violet,” he said sweetly, smiling at her. “It’s been a while.”

Her brow furrowed.

“You were still a little baby,” you explained to her. “But you’ve met Gwilym before.”

She relaxed and looked between you and him.

“Daddy?” she questioned.

You stiffened and cleared your throat uncomfortably. Then shook your head.

“No, baby,” you told her. “No Daddy.”

She pouted at you and then hid her face again. You looked apologetically at Gwilym, who shrugged it off. He started to get up, but hesitated to pick something up off the ground. It was your letter that had been in your pocket. He held it out to you.

“Is this yours?” he asked.

You quickly took it, your face flushing with embarrassment. Even though there was no way he knew what it was, you still felt really shy about the whole situation.

“Yeah, thanks,” you said, not meeting his eyes as you stuffed it back into your pocket.

“A letter?” he questioned.

“Just some particularly touching fanmail,” you lied.

“Not enough people write letters anymore in my opinion,” said Roger.

“Why sit and write a letter when you can send a text?” Ben replied. “It’s much faster.”

“Yeah, but I sort of miss the anticipation involved in letter writing,” Brian said in agreement with his bandmate.

You continued to visit with them as Violet slowly fell asleep again against you. For a while, you felt Gwilym’s eyes on you intensely. His expression was odd. It appeared he thought he knew something more about you. It made you shift in your seat a few times before at last, he seemed to let go of whatever question was burning in his mind.

They visited for about another half hour before you really did need to get back to your hotel, and so did they. You said fond farewells to all of them, reassured them that you would see the movie, and then it came to Gwilym.

“We’re in New York for a few days,” he said. “Let me know if you’d like to get coffee or something and catch up.”

“That would be great,” you replied with a smile.

You gave him a side hug since you had Violet on your hip, sleeping soundly. Her stuffed dog slipped from her hand but Gwil caught it before it hit the ground and handed it to you.

“Can’t have that,” he said lightly.

“Thank you,” you returned, taking it. You looked at all of them. “Have a wonderful night, guys. It was so great chatting with you.”

They all bid you one final farewell. Gwilym was the last to leave and you shared a lingering look with him before he closed the door. You continued to stare at the spot where he disappeared, realizing now how much you had missed him these last couple years.

“Ready to go to bed?” Stacy asked.

With a yawn, you nodded, and she ordered an Uber to take all three of you back to the hotel you were staying in. It wasn’t far from the venue, since you would be doing three shows there this week before moving on Boston. Stacy eyed you with an odd smirk as you stared out the car window. Finally, you looked at her.

“What is it?” you asked, a bit snappier than you intended.

“You and Gwilym Lee seemed to have a little something going on,” she said with a sly smirk.

You rolled your eyes. “We just knew each other a couple years ago. Besides, you know I’m...involved with someone.”

“Ah, right,” she said, rolling her eyes now. “The ever elusive Dear Friend.”

“Hey, if anyone’s elusive, it’s me,” you said. “I was the one who made the arrangement what it is.”

“Y/N, you write letters to some mystery man,” she replied. “He could be anyone. Gwilym Lee is a real person and right in front of you.”

“Dear Friend is a real person,” you argued. “I’ve just never met him.”

“And yet you’re convinced he’s your soulmate,” she returned. “I just don’t get it. How can you fall in love with someone through paper?”

“You don’t understand,” you said. “You’ve never read his letters. He’s so...eloquent and smart. And I can be myself with him. I can share my deepest thoughts and desires without any fear of judgement. He does so with me as well. It’s a real connection. The strongest I’ve ever felt with anyone.”

“You don’t know anything real about each other,” she insisted. “Not your names, not your jobs, where you live-”

“Those things don’t matter,” you cut across her. “The real stuff is deeper than that. And that’s where Dear Friend and I meet.”

“Whatever,” she said dismissively, weary of having this discussion yet again. “You’ve got your family reunion on your last day in town. I suggest you find a man in person to go with you. If you show up without someone again, I think your mother will actually lose her mind.”

You considered this. She was right, your mother absolutely hounded you about your romantic life since Violet was born. You told her you weren’t ready since your marriage had left you so scarred. You didn’t tell her about Dear Friend, though, since you knew she could never understand something like that. Plus, you had only been corresponding for a year.

“I think Gwilym would go with you,” Stacy said, nudging you with her elbow.

“I was thinking more along the lines of hiring some actor to be my boyfriend,” you replied. “I don’t want to expose Gwilym to my family. He’s been nothing but nice to me.”

She chuckled. “At least take him up on the coffee. I really think you should explore your options in case this Dear Friend isn’t who he says he is.”

“I will take him up on the coffee,” you assured her. “But it’s not a date. In the meantime, find some poor struggling actor to go with me and get my mother off my back.”

“I’m on it,” she assured you, already looking through her phone to get started.

You reached the hotel at last. You took Violet to your room, bidding Stacy goodnight as she went to her room next door. You tucked your daughter into bed and kissed her on the forehead before heading over the desk. You pulled out the letter from Dear Friend that was still in your pocket and read it once more. Then you pulled out your stationery and pen to begin your reply. You were halfway through your letter when you remembered Gwilym.

You opened your phone and pulled up his number, which you had from your days of being coworkers. You opened up a text to send to him and found yourself blanking on what to say. You had written paragraphs to Dear Friend, but when it came to asking someone to get a simple cup of coffee, you had no idea how to phrase it. It made you all the more certain Dear Friend was your person. Words came easily when talking to him.

You went with your stage personality. You sent a casual, “Is tomorrow too soon for that coffee?” with a silly emoji. Then you returned to your letter. Gwilym texted back almost right away and suggested meeting around nine in the morning, which you agreed to. Then you finished writing your letter and sealed it in an envelope for Stacy to send off in the morning.

The letters always took some time. One thing you knew about Dear Friend was that he was from the UK. The PO box you sent the letters to was in London, but you could also tell from the way he spelled things. You often teased each other about these differences. So of course, they took longer to send and receive. But, you agreed with Brian May that the anticipation of getting one was one of the most exciting parts of the experience.

Another benefit of him being across the pond meant that your opportunities to meet were few. In fact, you hadn’t had one since you started writing. It was a bit of a relief. You knew you loved Dear Friend, but keeping him at arm’s (well, ocean’s) length felt safest. And after your brutal marriage to Violet’s father, Henry, being safe was of top priority for you. And yet, the desire to be with Dear Friend grew daily. It just terrified you to face the reality of it.

The next morning, you dropped the letter and Violet off with Stacy while you went to meet up with Gwilym. You went to a local coffee shop and ordered. You paid, and he protested, but you insisted, and assured him that he could get it next time. You grabbed a table and started talking. You told him you were still living in Los Angeles and that you were mostly doing shows out in California. You tended to avoid New York, since Henry and his friends and family were still there and he was still an NYPD officer. You couldn’t avoid it on tour, though, nor your family reunion. You told Gwilym about the reunion, but not the part about you ex-husband.

“You’re hiring someone?” he asked, baffled. “A stranger?”

“Yeah,” you said. “Some guy that was rejected from Broadway or something. I’ll pay him, and we’ll come up with a story for my mother, and then the next time I see her I’ll tell her how we tragically broke up.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll do it for you.”

You blinked. “You really don’t have to-”

“I don’t mind,” he said. “We’re friends. I know meeting strange men is difficult for you.”

Gwilym knew that Henry had abused you because you talked about it in your sets. You never got into gruesome detail, although you had confessed a few things to Dear Friend. You talked on stage about not dating because of what you had been through. It was extremely kind of Gwilym to offer this, and you weren’t sure how you could thank him. Your comedian mask slipped on again.

“I’m not sure I can afford your rates, Mr. Lee,” you teased.

“How much was my coffee?” he returned.

“Five dollars,” you told him.

“Well, it turns out, for friends, I offer a discounted price of five dollars,” he joked. “So, consider it payment for the coffee.”

Your brow furrowed. “Are you sure about this?”

“Really, it’s fine,” he reassured you. “It’s just one day.”

“I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” you said, seriously.

He raised a curious eyebrow at your tone.

“I mean, it’s just one of the nicest things,” you continued, blushing once again under his gaze. “You’re a very generous person, Gwilym.”

“Perhaps,” he said. “Or you’re just still getting used to kindness.”

You smiled, unwilling to go any deeper.

“Let’s chalk it up to a combination of both,” you said lightly.

You finished your coffees and headed to the door. He had to go to an interview and you were going to take Violet around the city since the weather was nice. As you hugged goodbye, you smiled up at him.

“See you Saturday?” you asked.

“Saturday,” he affirmed.

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chocolatemillkk · 5 years ago

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“We’re dating each other.” Y/N bursts into my room. “Okay? You’re my date.”

“Who-“

“Byron let me in,” she explains before I could ask my question.

“Why-“

“Long story or short?” She plops herself onto my bed and falls back, grabbing a pillow to scream into.

“Is that the short story?” I chuckle as I go back to folding my laundry.

“Long story it is. So you know how going back home for the holidays is always such a pain because my extended family is a pain in the-”

“Yeah-“ I try to get in but she cuts me off.

“And remember I’m always forced to face my ex-the one I dated for two bloody years and who dumped me for my cousin?”

“You’ve mentioned about a million tim-“

“So this year my mum invited that little bitch to ours for Christmas dinner because her parents are travelling the world or some shite and she has no one for Christmas dinner. But here’s the kicker! Turns out she’s still with my ex and they’re engaged now...”

I listen, amused at how fast Y/N zooms through her story. She’s equal parts angry, stressed, and already convinced I would say yes.

“So in order for me to keep the sliver of respect I still have, and not to look like a complete loser who hasn’t held a steady boyfriend since...well...since him. I need to bring a boyfriend home. I thought about bringing home a girlfriend just to freak everyone out-you know...but none of my friends were up for it. They already look at me weird because I do Youtube for a career but-“

“Y/N,” I push my clothes aside and jump onto the bed to push her down. She goes down with a shout and I kneel over her. “Shut up will you? I’ll bloody come as long as I’m back in London by Sunday.”

“Oh you will. Dinner’s Friday and we’re leaving right after!”

“You’re mad you know that?” I shake my head and she delivers a foot to my stomach. I lose my balance and come crashing down onto the bed beside her.

“You’ll see why I’m so mad when I take you home.” Y/N scrubs her eyes.

“I’ll finally ask your mum if she dropped you on your head as a child,” I say, pushing Y/N’s buttons even more. I get the desired response-a string of swear words before she bounces off the bed.

“Now I have to go look for a dress that’ll make me look uh-mazing,” Y/N pauses by my door. “And I’ll pick you up Friday at 3.”

“Alright,” I sit up in bed. “And Y/N?” She turns to look at me, her cheeks flushed and mind whirring, a million miles away. “I don’t think you’re a complete loser.”

I manage to pull her back to the present as she focuses on what I’d just said. She rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger before leaving but not before I see the smile grace her face. I lay back down on the bed with the same smile that she never failed to leave me with.

•••

Y/N and I were complicated but at the same time we weren’t. We’d met on New Year’s a few years back and after a flirty night we somehow decided to stay friends. Somewhere along the way we became inseperable. But sometimes I wondered what would have happened that night if I did work up the courage to kiss her like I wanted, or if I asked her out on a date the next time we met instead of asking her if she wanted to join the boys and I for brunch.

Y/N was fierce to the outside world but I knew the softer side of her. The one she allowed me to see after many vulnerable drunk conversations and road trips we often took alone. She was my partner in crime and I was lucky she’d picked me to talk to that New Year’s Eve.

I sit in the passenger’s seat of Y/N eco friendly car-a spot I was so familiar with the seat probably had an imprint in the shape of my bum. Christmas carols play softly through the stereo but I can’t focus because Y/N continues talking through them.

“So not quite a year but almost,” Y/N tries to get our fake history right.

“How about we say we made it official at last New Year’s so it’s easy to remember?” I suggest.

“Oh you’re genius,” she grins a toothy grin. “Yes-oh by the way Josh was telling me about the costumes you ordered for that video? When’s that happening?”

We get side tracked talking about work and by the time we pull up to Y/N’s childhood home, she’s less anxious but its not completely gone. I manage to get her out of the car and hold her her hand as we get to the front door. Her mum opens, trying to hide her shocked expression at my presence but reassuring me she has plenty of food. Y/N’s younger sister barely spares me a glance from her phone, already decided years ago that I was weird after walking in on Y/N and I trying to eat cupcakes without our hands (in all fairness it was for a video). Her dad welcomes me warmly and we’re all sat in the sitting room when the doorbell rings.

“Oh that’s probably Eve and Jim!” Y/N’s mum gets up to get the door.

“Wonderful,” Y/N glances at me and then says something to her sister which sets her off laughing.

Y/N •••

“Y/N,” my cousin sounds scandalized as she observes Joe. “Is this Joe?”

“Yeah,” Joe’s hand circles my waist answering before I could. “Nice to finally meet you.”

“I didn’t know you two were dating,” she eyes our posture and wraps her hands around Jim’s waist. Her fiance. Gross.

Jim greets Joe wearily and glances at me before deciding to concentrate on the Christmas tree. I’m better off without him, I remind myself. Eve and him were a better couple anyway. I had moved on to better things. He wasn’t even that great.

“Yeah we are,” I find my voice. “Joe and I. We’re...in love! Right?”

“Very much,” Joe smiles at me but his eyes are teasing me so I avoid looking into them in case I start laughing again. He made it very hard to stay serious.

“That’s so cute!” Eve says before moving on to greet my sister. I roll my eyes to Joe before we take our seats which happen to be right across from the vacant seats Eve and Jim were going to take. I’m grateful for Joe who wraps his arms around my shoulders and keeps me comforted until dinner. He knows exactly what to do and say to make it believable, even pecking my cheek when Eve asks our first date story which he pulls out of his arse. He deserved an Oscar. I would tell him after.

Joe •••

“So Jim,” I say halfway into dinner. He didn’t speak much but I wanted to know the guy who was Y/N’s firsts. He didn’t seem much her type but I figured there was more under the surface. “What are the plans for the wedding?”

“It’s a summer wedding,” he says slowly. “I thought autumn would be nice but Eve didn’t want to risk bad weather and whatnot.”

“Not just bad weather,” Eve cuts in and begins detailing her wedding plans which Y/N kicks me under the table for starting.

“You see you two going that way?” Jim asks me after a while as Eve continues to explain to Y/N her bridesmaid dress.

“Y/N and me?” I ask, caught off guard.

“Yeah,” Jim laughs, raising an eyebrow. “I can see the way you two look at each other. And she’s a great girl.”

“Yeah...you would know,” It’s easy to slip in my question. “She’s kind of close lipped about what happened with you two...?”

“Really?” Jim glances at Y/N almost like she scared him. “That doesn’t sound like her.”

“Guess not,” I force a laugh. The truth was Y/N went on many rants about how unreliable men were and I knew that was due to Jim, she’d told me vaguely he broke up with her and started dating Eve a few weeks later. But never the details.

“We were young and-“ Jim hesitates and glances at Y/N and then back to me. “She was always a little intense you know? It was just...a little much for me.”

“I think she’s perfectly intense,” I feel myself getting defensive and Jim catches it too.

“Who’re you calling intense?” Y/N says at the same time, her eyes burning...well...intensely.

“Uhm,” Jim shakes his head. “Just talking to Joe-“

“You.” I say. “I was saying I loved your intensity.” Y/N stares at me suspiciously, trying to read whether I was lying or not. “It’s part of your charm.”

“Y/N’s charm is scaring everyone away,” her sister comments and Eve laughs.

“Shut up idiot,” Y/N stares daggers at her sister but she just shrugs.

“Well it’s sort of true,” Eve gloats. “In secondary everyone eventually stopped hanging out with you because you scared them all away.”

“Or maybe it’s because you always bitched about me to anyone who listened,” Y/N bites back but her voice shakes.

“Language,” Y/N’s dad warns.

“Well hey, I’m still here,” I interrupt and grab Y/N’s hand to hold, hoping to change the subject around.

“Yeah that’s cause you’re...weird. Like Y/N.” Her sister eyes me.

“Hey,” Y/N’s mum scolds everyone but I mouth a thanks to her sister and she rolls her eyes. She looked just like Y/N. “Let’s not have this conversation right now please. Eve your plate’s empty would you like seconds?”

“Yeah Eve,” Y/N spits. “Want some sloppy seconds?”

Eve’s mouth drops and Y/N’s parents scold her as her sister giggles.

“So mature,” Eve crosses her arms. “No reason to stay jealous Y/N.”

“Why would I be jealous of pathetic Jim over here.”

“Y/N!” Her mum scolds.

“Y/N you’re-“ Jim starts.

“Shut up!” Y/N cuts Jim off and I almost feel bad for him. “You don’t deserve to talk. Not to my face, in this house.”

“Well you better get over it,” Eve cuts in. “You’ll be seeing a lot of him since we’re getting married and all. He’ll be around for a while.”

“Lucky for you-no competition-your only other available cousin is underage.”

Y/N’s sister’s jaw drops and the table explodes around us. I figure Y/N had taken it too far but she’s already stomping away before I could reach for her. I leave the noisy table and find her exiting the front door. I grab her jacket and make my way outside.

“Do you still like him?” I ask after I hand her her coat. I don’t know why I ask. But it’s suddenly important for me to know.

“Ew gross, Sugg. I thought you knew me better.” Y/N glares at me.

“I do. I’m just wondering why you’re still upset after all these years. You don’t have feelings for him so-“

“I don’t know!” Y/N turns away from me. “I just hate seeing them together. It just hurts! It reminding me every time I do how I was such an idiot, it reminds me of the shitty time I had in secondary, and how Eve always wins at everything. Even my parents take her side over mine even though they clearly see everything she put me through! Jim dumped me because Eve talked bullshit about me all the time and complained to him constantly. He never minded I was so intense but suddenly he was scared away directly into her arms-“

“So fuck him!” I grab her shoulders.

“I already did!” The words fly out of Y/N’s mouth, and she tries to stay angry but her face cracks and suddenly she’s laughing. “Jesus he lost his v-card in the bedroom above from where he sits. I wonder how Eve feels about that.”

I laugh, relieved that Y/N had run out of her rage.

“Y/N,” I tell her. “You’re not scary or a loser. There’s nothing wrong with your job or you intensity. You’re perfect.”

“Is this where we kiss?” Y/N raises her eyebrow.

“No mistletoe,” I look above us.

She rolls her eyes but I glimpse a smile as she looks down. “Want to walk down to my old school? Where nobody liked me?”

“Yeah,” I button my coat and grab her hand. “I’ll beat up all the fake bullies.”

“You don’t have to hold my hand out here,” she looks down at our clasped hands.

“Keeps us warm,” I kiss her forehead and we’re off. She tells me stories from school and I imagine her here walking these streets as a kid. I finally get the full Y/N story by the time we reach the playground. We pause in front of the front entrance and she gazes up at the building. Suddenly, she turns to me and closes her arms around my shoulders, burying her face into my neck.

“I’m sorry for dragging you all the way out here for this shitshow and wasting your Friday.” She says close to my ear. I ignore the shiver that runs through me and wrap my arms around her waist.

“It was fun,” I tell her. “I liked the look on your cousin’s face when you asked her about your sloppy seconds.”

Y/N giggles into my neck before facing me. She grows serious as she scans my face this closely. “I never actually asked anyone else to be my fake date.”

“Hm.” I let the information sink in. “So you wanted to lure me out here all by myself.”

“Sort of,” a mischevious smile plays on her lips. “You got a history lesson out of it.”

“The only one worth paying attention to,” I say just as she tugs my sleeve and is off running towards the staircase leading into the building. She stops at the side, and stands there with her back against it.

“I never asked anyone to be my fake date because I wanted you by my side,” Y/N watches me intensely as she tells me what I already knew, but her confirmation gives me the only push I needed.

“Well,” I step forward, closing the distance between us and her breath catches as she looks up at me. “It’s good. I wouldn’t have wanted any other fake date to be able to do this.”

I lean down and her eyes are already fluttering close as I press my lips to hers and just like everything about her, it’s intense and passionate and entirely electric.

“Why haven’t we done that sooner,” she asks against my lips when we part but my senses are too jumbled to form a sentence. It didn’t matter we hadn’t done it sooner, I pull her into me to kiss her again, it was perfect the way

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butlegendsneverdie · 6 years ago

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Twisted (j.m)

A/N: This is based off my niece and goddaughter. Yes I did use her actual birthdate, because you’ll see why. And I’m not the happiest on how I wrote this. But it’s still likeable I think. 😁 Enjoy! Like Comment Reblog!

Pairing: Joe x Reader Summary: There’s something wrong with your baby girl. Words: 1685 Warnings: um. Childhood ailments?

A/N2: also the baby in this story is 1.

You love your baby girl more than anything in the world. Just getting her into this world seemed like a hassle onto itself. You and your husband had tried various more conventional ways of making a new life unsuccessfully for a couple of years. You began to think there was something wrong with you. But after countless doctors appointments and treatments you get the news that you are pregnant.

The pregnancy itself wasn’t terrible. There was a little bout of morning sickness but other than that you loved carrying the precious life. The birth was a story in of itself. Crazy and insane but you wouldn’t have changed anything.

It was New Year’s Day and Joe’s best friend was in town to celebrate his birthday which happened to be the next day. The two of you decided to throw him a little party/get together the day before his actual birthday (because you were very pregnant and didn’t want to ruin their fun on his day, but still you wanted to spend some time with your friend)

Ben was actually the first one to notice you in labor. He could tell something was off with you. You insisted it was nothing as little contractions started to roll over your body. He didn’t like that answer and told Joe, who started freaking out.

In short the party was postponed with the promise to resume it at a later date, but everyone was completely understanding of the situation. Many wishing you and the baby well.

After twelve hours of waiting for her, she finally made her worldly debut. Molly Kay Mazzello, your little m&m, was born on January second (same day as Ben’s, they are birthday buddies, and all four of you usually celebrate together, it’s a thing). Once you heard her screaming cries, you couldn’t have been more overjoyed or tired. But she was here and your life with Molly truly started.

Molly wasn’t a very difficult infant. She had her father’s auburn hair and your eyes. It was the perfect balance between you and your your husband.She was sweet wrapped in a blanket of silliness.

She loved to get into thing much to your wariness. The cupboards were her favorite. She didn’t necessarily like taking the things out of them, she loved getting into them. That lead to Joe clearing out a small cabinet for her. He loved hearing her squeals when she would open the door and climb inside. It was funny when Molly would try and get Joe to join her in there and he couldn’t fit.

She absolutely adored cats. It was so cute to see how excited your daughter would get upon seeing them. You had been raised on a farm and when your little family went to visit your parents, Molly would go crazy taking every opportunity to get outside, trying to get to those kiis. And that’s when you first really noticed it.

You were watching from the window of your parents’ house as Joe and your mother had taken Molly outside yet again. She was currently chasing a cat named Gizmo, screaming enthusiastically at the poor creature, who kept running away whenever she got close enough. She had tripped over her feet once again. It was no problem for her though as she stuck her bottom up in the air pushing her grubby little finger off the ground to continue on her way.

But it was a problem for you. It was her fifth time tripping like that in the past half an hour. Observing her you took the time to really pay attention to how she was walking and hold herself. YOu noticed her were always pointed inward, making her a bit pigeon toed.

It wouldn’t have bothered you so much, but you worried that she when she fell one of these times she was actually going to hurt herself.

You thought about maybe getting her into see her pediatrician, as soon as possible. In the meantime you decided to see if Joe noticed anything.

“Kii! Kii!” The little girl sobbed coming back into the house.

“I know Molly. I know.” Joe held the squirming girl close to him. If he didn’t, she surely would have wiggle her way out of his arms and most likely wandered back outside.

“Hey.” You smiled kissing the man you loved so dearly on the lips. He returned the sentiment before proceeding to get your daughter’s shoes off and wash her hands.

“I have something I want to ask you about, Joe.” You bit your lip out of habit. He nodded his head, indicating that you could continue on with what you needed to say. “Have you ever notice how often Molly falls? Or.” You pause, contemplating how to say this next bit and how your husband will respond to it. “Or have you ever notice how she walks? How her feet turn in?”

Joe frowned and cocked his head to the side, thinking about what you had just said. In all honesty. He noticed the walking issues, but never really thought anything of it, it would probably work itself out once she got older. “I have. But I don’t really see it as a big issue. It’s probably something she’ll grow out of when she gets a bit older. I don’t know.”

“She keeps falling Joe!” Concern displaying over your normally calm features. “In the half an hour that you guys were out there, she stumbled about five times. Maybe even more when I wasn’t really watching.”

“I know I saw. But she was really excited out there, running all over the place, and there loose gravel everywhere. It might be nothing, Y/N. Let’s just see how the rest of the weekend goes. And we’ll talk about this more when we get home.” Joe sighed, his eyes transfixed on Molly Moo’s little feet.

The rest of the vacation was filled with fun memories and good times. There wasn’t anymore talk of Molly’s feet until you got home. Following much discussion, you got Joe to agree with you that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see Molly’s primary doctor.

Weeks later the doctor’s appointment came. Molly was being her normal playful self. The doctor agreed that the rotation of your baby girl’s feet was more prominent than most children her age. But once again you heard the words come out of her mouth.

It’s normal for children to have rotational problems like that. It doesn’t appear that she is any pain. She’ll grow out of it.

All the doctor prescribed was to get a certain kind of shoe and make sure she wears them, maybe it’ll help with the rotation in her hips. She did suggest going to doctor who more so specialized in children’s orthopedics.

It still bugged to you no end. Hearing the doctor brush it off like it was no big deal. To you it was a big deal. What if she didn’t grow out of it and it got worse? What if she was never able to play sports or run without tripping? Or what if it didn’t correct itself and she gets teased at school for it. You just wanted to help your M&M.

After a couple of months wearing the shoes and walking around the house with her, you saw little change. Joe could tell how much this was all bugging you, so he made the appointment with the specialist. Hopefully they could give you a better reason and solution to the problem.

The new specialist asked you more in depth questions about Molly. Things like when she started walking, when did you first see the deformity, and if it got better or worse over time. Then there the question that were specifically made for you. They were just standard questions. He just wanted to know about your pregnancy, labor and delivery of your child.

Once the neurological side of the exam was over and done with, the doctor called you and your husband back to her office to discuss the next course of action.

“It’s called internal femoral torsion” The new doctor started to explain what that exactly was. “Both the tibia and femur are rotated in, that’s why the toeing in looks as bad as it does.”

You really didn’t know what to say. You had so many questions for the doctor but in that moment your voice was failing to procure itself. Thankfully Joe was able to read your mind.

“How do we fix this sort of thing?” Joe’s mouth hung slightly open after asking for a solution. There was a small stream of panic written across his face. “I mean there has to be some kind of brace or therapy or something. Anything.”

“That would be the most logical answer to this problem. But it your daughter’s case doing nothing would most likely be the best medicine. Mother Nature might just need it’s time to run its course.”

“But what if we do nothing and it gets worse over time? Huh? Then what do we do?” Joe started to raise his voice at the man. He really didn’t like what the man had said. There had to be something they could do.

“Well then-“ The doctor paused. He figured neither of you would like what would come next. “If Molly’s legs haven’t correct themselves. When she’s eight years old we go in, break her legs surgically and fix the problem.”

“If you’ve got to be kidding me.” Joe really got angry now. In fact he stood up and took Molly, who was sitting contently on his lap, out of the room. He hated the idea of doing nothing and then if nothing had changed in the future, causing his child more pain. It wasn’t right in his mind.

The car ride home was mostly silent, all except for Molly’s happy gurgles in the back. It makes you wonder if she evens knows there’s something different about her. You sure hope not, you don’t want to cause her any more pain than what she might face in the future.

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nancydrew65 · 6 years ago

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SKAM Austin Season 2 Episode 4

I have to say, SKAM Austin really threw me off this week. They mixed together so many different episodes, that I was left guessing what would happen. I did not know until the Friday clip whether or not Daniel and Grace would have their first kiss.

Nobody

We got to see the morning after clip! OG deprived us of this scene, and none of the other remakes showed it either. (Well, Druck kind of did, but they copped out on us by having Alex gone).

I do have to say, though, that this clip is suspiciously similar to the first clip of OG episode 6. They have the whole “Were you looking at me while I slept?” exchange (they switched it so Daniel was the one watching Grace as she slept and not the other way around) and we got introduced to Daniel’s brother.

I thought the banter between Grace and Daniel was cute. However, it kind of felt off. In OG this exchange happened after a couple weeks of them dating. This is the night after Grace slept at his house. And I wouldn’t necessarily find it as unnatural as I do, if in the previous episode there had been more joking and flirting around. Grace and Daniel were so much more serious the night before than Noora and William were in that episode, so it feels weird to have them flirting so light-heartedly in this scene. Not to say I didn’t like it; I just felt it didn’t fit their characters and their dynamic as well as it did in OG.

And they continue the Noorhelm/remakes tradition of pillow fighting. Honestly, one of the cutest things this couple does.

So when his brother comes, Daniel legitimately leaves Grace in his room for like ten to twenty minutes. Kind of rude.

Grace eventually gets up and heads to the kitchen. She meets Clay, Daniel’s douche of a brother who pretends he knows all about feminism, but is actually just a condescending example of male privilege.

Well, Daniel is less of an ass in this scene than William was. I’ll give him that. I have seen people defend William in this scene and say “Oh, look at his eyes. He was practically screaming that he would explain everything later to Noora. She should have known he didn’t mean it.” Sigh. Look, while you as an audience member might have been able to grasp that oh so subtle look in his eyes, Noora probably could not. Think about it from her perspective: William has been so caring to her up to this point, so it is a huge shock to hear those words. She probably couldn’t think of anything beyond that. Nor should she be expected to. Also, it is apparent that William was never going to explain his actions because Noora had to drag an apology out of him later that week when she confronted him about his shitty behavior.

Anyways. Grace picks up on Daniel’s uncomfortable vibe and leaves. As she is walking out she hears Daniel refer to her as a “nobody”. Still shitty, but at least at this point, Grace and Daniel are not actually dating. Like Noora hearing that from William after weeks of dating, was a harsh blow. Here, it sucks, yeah, but not at the same level.

Harlot

Eve is going through Grace’s clothes to give away to immigrants. I do think changing it to immigrants is great. It is especially prescient right now, with all the debate about Mexican immigrants. And Eve does not seem to be prompted by a love interest, so, an improvement in her motives?

Megan comes over to return Grace’s things. She wants to get back with Marlon. Nooooo!

So, I guess they are skipping over the Season 2 cabin episode. It makes sense; that episode in OG was an Easter special and it didn’t do much to move the plot forward.

Eve reveals that Grace slept over at Daniel, and Megan is all over that drama. She doesn’t believe for a minute that Grace is not into Daniel.

Megan and Grace decide to take a nap together. #friendgoals

High-Key

Yay, Jo is joining the newspaper! I love that they are giving her more to do in this season. OG Chris was kind of just there. C’mon guys, give us a Jo season. Is she confirmed to be bisexual? OMG, make her Shay’s love interest! Make her the Austin Even. That would be amazing! I literally just came up with the best idea ever.

Also, Jo deserves all her instagram fame. She deserves world-wide fame.

Squee! Grace deleted Daniel from her message history. Not as badass as deleting his contact info, though.

Oprah

Zoya is actually talking about the dance team! Wow, when are we going to see the girls in action? Will we EVER see them dancing?

Zoya is constantly getting overlooked and bullied by the Kittens. Abby literally bumps into her. I can see that Zoya is getting angry by this. She wants to put the Kittens in their place. Will this replaces Sana’s subplot with Jamila in Season 2?

Mmmm, Zoya’s line about ‘her always being the one who has to be chill’ was on point. I feel like that is so true for many minorities because otherwise they’ll be punished more than the white girls. I really liked that line, but the whole back and forth between her and Grace felt so stilted and scripted. IDK, it just felt like Grace was acting - something out of line with SKAM’s vision.

Grace just busts out her dance moves right there in the middle of the hallway. You gotta have respect for that.

Kelsey is running up and down the stairs. She is really going over the top. Whew, that was one crazy monologue. It was all over the place.

Zoya drops some more truth as she tells Megan to forget about Marlon. Yes, girl. MARLON IS NOT WORTH IT. Megan complains that Zoya is being mean to her. But I’m with Zoya here. She’s just telling the truth, and Megan needs to get over Marlon.

And then the benefit comes in. Daniel and Pen-Joe trashed Pen-Joe’s father’s cabin and now they have to pay him back. Well, this doesn’t really make sense. It is just his dad, so it is not as big a deal as trashing someone else’s property.The football guys are auctioning off dates to raise the money to pay back Pen-Joe’s dad.

Kelsey fails so hard at trying to act all nonchalant about Daniel. Also, why are they hinting at Hunter for Zoya. He was straight up Islamophobic to her. I don’t really care if it was a joke or anything. That was such a bad directorial choice. Unless… he is the equivalent of the guy on the Russebuss who bullies Sana and is a straight-up asshole. If they eventually paint Hunter as an asshole, I would be OK with this as set-up for that.

Grace suddenly snaps, “Can we not talk about guys, for once?” All the girls are kind of taken aback. You can tell Kelsey is very shook. Maybe she should listen to Grace for once. Daniel is not worth it.

Jo saves the day once again. I hope her cat is doing better.

So, is the benefit happening this episode? Does this mean Daniel and Grace are going to have their first kiss this Friday? SKAM Austin is really switching things up this week. They cut the cabin episode and they are combining elements from episode 5 and 6. I actually like this because it keeps me on my toes. I don’t know what will happen this Friday. However, I do confess that I hope Grace and Daniel don’t kiss this week. I just don’t think they are at that point in their relationship, especially after what Daniel said about Grace on Saturday morning. I hope they at least talk about that incident before they kiss. I need to see Grace drag Daniel for calling her “nobody”.

Uninhibited

Continuing a fight that neither she nor Grace know anything about is such a Poonam move.

Aww, I love that Grace invited Poonam to join their dance team. Please, we need to see this! Also, I just got reminded just how sweet Grace is; she was pretty awesome in Season 1.

But I didn’t need SKAM Austin to hit me over the head with it through Poonam. They really didn’t need to include that line; it was so obvious. C’mon. We are not a stupid audience. We know when Grace is being nice.

Grace gets called out of class to go to the “principal’s office”, but it is just a ruse for Daniel to see her.

Damn, Daniel acts as though nothing happened. Even if he didn’t know she heard him say the “nobody” part, he was still rude to her around his brother.

Daniel wants Grace to come to the fundraiser. Grace lectures him on immigration issues.

She seems really hurt that he called her nobody, but I think it is more because she let her guard down for him when she knew she probably shouldn’t have and she is angry with herself for doing that.

Daniel apologizes. I guess he sounds sincere.

Then Grace says, “Could you be any more of a fuckboy?” YES!!!! Thank god we had this scene. I think Grace did a great job standing up for herself against Daniel’s shitty behavior earlier this episode. So, now I am almost positive the kiss is happening this week.

Spring Showcase

Kelsey is missing. I hope she is alright.

Zoya is focused on getting the Spring Showcase spot.

We get the whole “I’ll donate to an immigration charity. But only if you come” between Grace and Daniel. I don’t know why, but this exchange has always angered me immensely. It is not even one of the worst things William/Daniel does. I think I hat it so much because it is so hypocritical. At the fundraiser, when Noora mentions how he is blackmailing her, he states that he would have donated the money anyways, even if she hadn’t shown up. And he says it like it is the most obvious fact in the world. I think it was meant to make us think he was such a good guy, but it just made my blood boil. Because he literally said the exact opposite to her in this scene. If he had said he was going to donate to charities anyways, Noora never would have come. Ugh! I just hate how much of a hypocrite William is (and Daniel, by default).

We are about to see the girls dance, before the clip cuts out. Why????!!! Is it just a running joke that we will never see them dance? So sad.

Chill Out

Grace and Megan just look miserable. Grace is eyeing Daniel who is talking/flirting with Abby. Oooh, theory time. In OG and SKAM France, the girl William was talking to was Mari, who we later learn knows his family. Will Abby be a remake of Mari and Ingrid?

Pen-Joe goes up to the girls and compliments Jo on her lips. Zoya is like “Are you gonna let him talk to you like that?” and Jo’s like, “yeah” and goes off with Pen-Joe. Treat her well, Pen-Joe. Zoya turns back to the guy she was talking to (who I’m pretty sure is Hunter). Hmmm, Zoya, you can’t really talk. Hunter said way worse things to you. They are trying to make a point here about how girls shouldn’t let guys talk to them that way, but it is a bit hypocritical when they throw in this whole Hunter/Zoya dynamic.

Also, I think OG Chris and remakes are actually really interesting characters. I feel like because of their weight (or their skin color in some remakes), they feel like they have to be the one to go along with everything and never stir up trouble. The remake that I think has portrayed this the best is Druck with Sam.

Megan goes off, and Kelsey joins the girls. But then Grace and Kelsey have to go rescue Megan who has just kissed Shay!!! Well. This is a hell of a lot more awkward than OG where Eva kissed Vilde. I really liked that they switched it up, but I do feel deprived of a Kelsey/Megan kiss.

God, Tyler is so rude all the time. Go, Grace for standing up to him.

Grace and Daniel have their confrontation where he asks if she likes him. She says no. But you can see she doesn’t mean it. I think the red lighting in that scene was great; it really heightened the drama.

Grace runs out of the party to catch up with Daniel and they share a passionate kiss. Now, I’m kind of sad they didn’t have any dialogue before their kiss. In OG, Noora’s line right before she kisses William is so iconic. It directly represents her struggle. She tells him what an asshole he is and then kisses him. Druck also had a great bit of dialogue between Mia and Alex. BUT, I think the scene works well without it and the kiss was cute.

Cut to Kelsey watching them as she holds Megan’s hair back while she vomits. She looks so stricken. I think for her it is more of a shock. In OG, I think Vilde kind of had her suspicions. Here, Kelsey just seems more clueless, so I can buy that this comes out of nowhere to her.

General Comments

Overall, it was a pretty interesting episode. I didn’t know the kiss was going to happen until Thursday, so that was nice. I like when there is still an element of surprise in the clips. That’s what made SKAM so addicting and popular. I look forward to see what happens next because usually the scene where we meet Niko follows this episode, but as you know we already got introduced to Daniel’s brother. I don’t know if it’s just me, but he seems so much older than any of the other versions of Niko. It will be very creepy when the sexual assault storyline comes around. I need more of Jo; she is amazing and SKAM Austin has the opportunity to make her a very complex character. We got the kiss! Let’s see how Daniel and Grace’s relationship develops.

#skam austin #skam remakes #skam reaction

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anxiousdepressedintrovert · 6 years ago

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Otome Fridays

Also known as “The day I die”

We’ve got the finale of Blood Bound

The season finales of Duke and Antonio (the latter of which I will decide to continue or not)\

The beginning of August’s route

The continuation of VoS and TRR

It’s gonna be a long Friday

With the end of BloodBound, I’m down to two books with PB. I need more.

Duke Route

-I’m ready for some angst

-Duke’s parents are alive!

-How many years was he without them?

-A lot?

-Duke is the softest.

-I’m so glad everyone’s on board with the rescue.

-Renzei cares, in his own “I’ll kill whomever it was” type of way.

-I also want to see him knife Miguel. Like really bad

-Zeke’s code name is Cobra.

-I’m getting G I Joe flashbacks

-And we’re just leaving?!

-Duke background time!!!

-I’m gonna fight Duke’s Aunt and Uncle.

-Team bonding! With food!

-I have to tease Duke. It’s the law

-Oh shit. The board of directors is getting involved

-Awww Zeke wants Duke to stay leader

-I love that LSV lets us be the hypewomen our LIs deserve

-The teaming beating up the guards is life

-Whelp. They wiped his parents memories.

-I was hoping we would get to see them. But no such luck.

Antonio Route (The deciding episodes)

-Ziva’s in shock

-Ends up cuddled in Antonio’s jacket

-UGH Mac! Always so dependable!

-I love you

-No Diego left!

-JD being adorable as usual

-Why would you look for Grace in the states?

-She’s in Spain...

-MOTHMAN!!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

-Victor being...civil

-Ziva this is not the time for sass

-I seriously don’t like the Gwen/Grace pairing. It’s so fucking forced

-Damn Antonio when you said we were done you meant it.

-GIVE ME ANSWERS ANTONIO!

-EW Frankenstein Monsters!!!!

-Well we got kidnapped. Again

-Oh hell no!!

-There will be no blood sacrifices on my watch

-Yay we get saved but Igor is still out there

-Gross

-Antonio has a budget.

-He seems like the type to just spend

-So that’s surprising

-I still wanna see Antonio blush

-OH MY GOD!

-WISH GRANTED!!!

-His blush is worse than Diego’s!!!!

-Holy shit!!!

-In the end, I don’t really know what to think about Antonio’s route.

-We ended on Antonio drinking Ziva’s blood. IDK man.

August Route

-He’s back!!!

-Updated at 9:23 AM

-I’m gonna need a full shot of August in his Chicago clothes...for science

-Sigyn’s ideal afterlife would have a couch. Honestly? Same

-Ha! WQ’s curse only works in the other “still unnamed” world

-Awwwwww August was worried

-AHHHHH SURPRISE VANESSA!!!! I SCREAMED!!!!

-I’m so happy right now

-OMG they gave her the tag “definitely a weeb”

-That was amazing

-Sophie is living in Sigyn’s apartment

-August just realizes that the talking sword is gone

-Shopping time!

-Yay! Full body shot.

-Yum

-August gets a modeling offer!!!!

-I forgot how cute them being in the other world is.

-Awww August is such a big brother

-Wanting to take ice cream back for his sisters

-Of course August wants to watch the show about horses

-I can’t say no to that eager face

-August is such a bookworm and it warms my soul

-Ugh CG is so cute. And a recap of the 1CG we got in season 2(?)

-No August! You can’t leave your family!! Or the war

-UGH You sweet man

Blood Bound

-Final one! Let’s go!!!

-BB MC is a badass

-Adrian nominating Jax as a Clan leader! Please!

-Mc: “Baron, sit your punk ass down” YAS! Queen!

-Final piece of the tapestry.

-They made a coup against Gaius.

-They put him in the Onyx Tomb

-I bet that’s what the Baron is gonna do.

-Release him

-Now we’re relaxing in Adrian’s office.

-Though I think Jax needs to get to marking his people

-Kamilah is queen. “My thoughts are worth much more than (a penny) but I’ll give you a discount”

-Last chance to spend time with Jax in book 1.

-Hopefully I can spend time with Kamilah too

-SO, sex time with Jax.

-But why is the sword still on?

-UUUUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

-WHY DON’T WE KNOW WHAT CHELSEA IS?

-WHY!!!!!!

-Oh I get a bonus scene

-Jameson attacked lily?!!!!!!

-Holy fuck!!!

-DAMNIT!

-Finding the fragments was part of the plan?!

-Jameson knows that Chelsea is!!!

-TELL ME!!!!!!

-She has psychic powers

-EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

-WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK HAPPENED TO GAIUS?!!!

-EWWWWWWW

-WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!

The Royal Romance

-I wanna get kidnapped!

-”Traitor is in your midst?” He’s right in front of us

-Dude. WTF.

-I knew Olivia’s aunt was crazy but my god

-We caught the crazy aunt. Justin got away. Of course

-FINALLY going to Valtoria

-CHANCE!! My baby!

-BITCH! The duchy is beautiful!!

-That castle though

-I don’t trust Gladys

-NVM. I got her to sing songs about Riley. SO she passes

-Someone is going to call Riley Red Leader. And so it’s gonna be Gladys.

-RILEY HAS A FUCKING THRONE!!!!

-YAS!!!!!

-Oh my god. PB did not disappoint with this duchy

-17 guest rooms!

-I’m in love with this master suite

-HOLY FUCK! THAT BALCONY VIEW?!

-YES!!!

-WE HAVE A PET HAWK!!!!

-Tiberius likes Riley but not Liam. Lol

-Return of the PHOENIX!!!

-YES. ABSOLUTELY

-PB is making my inner designer so happy

-And my inner nature enthusist

-Ugh. The duchy is beautiful

-Liam is such a sweetie

-Prime couple bonding right there

-Oh Hana’s parents are coming to the lantern festival

-We get to see Hana’s mom!

-At least she was trying to extend an olive branch

-I wanted to get kidnapped.

Veil of Secrets

-Time to find a body!

-Title “Into the Woods” Cue musical flashbacks

-Agent Kim is getting on my last nerve

-The man barely talks but holy shit

-Flynn tries to go in guns blazing

-Raven talks him down

-Flynn suggests a career in hostage negotiation

-Leave Duffy alone!

-Ah my goddess Naomi

-Ew. Walsh is running for Sheriff? No thank you

-Why are they making me choose who sits next to Raven? Why isn’t there a “Share the backseat” option?!

-I chose Naomi cause I just spent an entire chapter with Flynn.

-Flynn and Naomi talk themselves into and out of an argument.

-Nice

-Oh shit!

-Someone tailgating behind us

-It’s a Dusk Avalon tailgating

-Because of course

-Oops I crashed the car

-The car totalled but everyone’s ok.

-Mostly. Flynn’s banged up

-Poor baby

-He wants to help but he can’t

-Bonus though we get to spend time with Naomi without paying for it

-I just wish it was more casual

-But we do get some background

-Oh good.

-Another rundown cabin

-This time with the attempted murderer/possible murderer and kidnappers car outside

-Ugh it’s so creepy

-But there’s a clue down there

-So, we’re going into the creepy possible sex dungeon basement

-Someone’s stalking the sterlings

-Ew they took pictures of Scarlett and Tanner having sex

-Some’s got genealogy reports

-BRYCE ISN’T PEIRCE’S SON!!!!!

-Shipping reports.

-Interested in crates from Eastern Europe

-Sterlings are smuggling

-OH FUCK NO!!!

-WE FOUND KATE!!!

-That was fast

-Oh I’ve got chills.

#lovestruck voltage #Duke Route #August Route #Antonio Route #Veil of Secrets #The Royal Romance

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lushscreamqueen · 3 years ago

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HORRORS OF SPIDER ISLAND on The Schlocky Horror Picture Show

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Hello, good evening, and welcome to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show. I'm your host, Nigel Honeybone. Witness tonight, if you dare, a handful of girls enslaved by a diabolical human beast on an island where there is no way out! Watch him strangle his victims with his mammoth claws! One bite from a giant spider turns a man into the world's most hideous monster with a diabolical lust to kill, craving the blood of beautiful women! Shock upon shock, terror upon terror, in the blood-curdling, hair-raising, spine-chilling, Horrors Of Spider Island! And all that just from the poster art... BREAK: Dare to invade the beast's realm and prepare to witness things no human was ever meant to see...then after the ads we can get back to The Horrors Of Spider Island On The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. MIDDLE: Welcome back to the Schlocky Horror Picture Show and, well, I'm not exactly sure where to begin with The Horrors Of Spider Island. From the poor black and white photography, horrendous dubbing, low-grade production values, completely idiotic characters, stock footage padding, Z grade monster effects and sheer schlock factor, this movie is loaded with all the proper ingredients for a true cinematic train wreck. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, I find it not only watchable but strangely, and dare I say disturbingly enthralling as it unfolds. It isn't just the sight of all that female flesh on parade. Sure, a couple of the girls are curvy and cute, but I don't really find them that attractive to look at, and just a few shots of these whiny, complaining broads stomping around the so-called "jungle" will pretty much cure even the worst case of girl trouble. And Babs! Wow, look out! That woman is almost Amazonesque. In some shots she looks beefier than Gary! I could almost hear the cabin creaking and shaking in despair as she clomps around inside. Don't get me wrong, I like a woman with more meat on her bones, but she sometimes looks like it was her that ate the flight crew. A few more days on the island and Spider-Gary might not have been the only one hunting down the survivors. The strange appeal of The Horrors Of Spider Island certainly isn't because of the monster, either. Spider-Gary has got to be one of the silliest monsters, in both execution and origin, to ever grace the silver screen. He looks more like a dog-faced boy than a spider-monster, and the finished product looks like one of those portraits of inbred royalty a few centuries back that were covered in hair from head to toe. It certainly doesn't remind me of a spider. He doesn't climb walls, sprout extra limbs or shoot webs out of his backside and his so-called rampage is about as thrilling and scary as the speed humps in a shopping centre parking lot. The poster artwork for the film really makes it out that once transformed, Gary became a veritable killing machine. Well, what kind of killing machine takes a three and a half-week break between kills? That's not a rampage, that's just an annoyance. Any interest generated by this film is not because of a riveting story with earnest characters. Most of the girls seem like carbon copies of one another and the plot is as about as exciting as an afternoon doing your taxes. Most of the women are portrayed as weak, incompetent, mostly useless and utterly unprepared to survive, while the film makes it clear that all the male characters are the leaders, saviors and clearheaded thinkers. The only problem is, these guys are still morons. Gary walks off by himself and gets bitten. Moron. Bob, knowing full well that there is something dangerous on the island responsible for at least two deaths, be it man or beast, still walks off alone so he can have a private tryst with Gladys. Moron. Joe is the only guy with some semblance of a brain, and naturally the film plays him up as being somewhat inexperienced with the ladies. While we're at it, let's talk about production values, or the complete lack thereof. This film just looks terrible. I don't know if it's because the film print hasn't aged very well, or if it's because the

cinematographer should have been shot for incompetence. Some scenes are entirely too dark, even in the infamous day-for-night shots used in times past, while other shots are almost blindingly bright. Continuity was a word that was evidently not in the vocabulary of the producers. A twin engine plane later has four engines, a dead woman is at first under then above the water level of a pond, and the sun seems to rise and set at the drop of a hat. However, by far the worst continuity error is the Spider-Gary make-up. It's apparent that all the close-ups of Spider-Gary were shot separately. This is evidenced by the fact that in nearly all of them, he is standing in a black void, as if shot in a dark studio. Still, in these close-ups his entire transformation can be seen, fur covered face, dagger-like teeth, hairy hands and long fingernails. Yet in all the location shots, it's obvious that the actor is only wearing the hairy hands and claws, but his head appears as normal as ever. True, this is hidden somewhat by the crappy lighting and use of shadows, but it can still be spotted. Since this was a Yugoslavian/West German production, when the film made it's way to American shores it had to be dubbed into English. Now, who out there honestly say that they have ever seen a foreign-language film with good dubbing? Sure, some films are better than others, but depending on the original language with which the film was shot, and how it differs from English, dub jobs can get pretty bad. Horrors Of Spider Island is no exception. At times it's just okay, while at other times it's horribly bad. Some of the girl's voices are just so bland that I wonder if the same woman provides the voices for all of them, a bit like Sylvia Anderson voicing most of the female parts in Gerry Anderson productions, they all start to sound like Lady Penelope. Still, despite these setbacks, there is an overall sense of unbelievable awe at the hokiness of it all that transcends the crappy building blocks and elevates the film, just ever so barely, to the level of fun bad movie making. In much the same way people stare morbidly at train or traffic accidents, this movie compels the viewer to keep watching, if only to see where the wreck is going to finally stop. Place your bets as we enter the second scarifying part of The Horrors Of Spider Island! CLOSING: Pow! The movie is over. No "The End," no end credits, just bang, like a slap in the face, the viewer is jolted back to reality. Or maybe I watched a badly edited dud copy. Horrors Of Spider Island leaves more unanswered questions than 2001: A Space Odyssey. What happened to the flight crew of the plane? Did they all die on impact or did some survive only to die later? Were there any other passengers other than Gary and the dancers? If so, what became of them? Gary and the gang were afloat in that raft for four days before they found the island. That would be more than enough time to dispose of any extraneous people draining their dwindling water supply. Where did those funky spiders come from, anyway? Were they just some previously unknown species that was native to that island, or did the local uranium deposits have anything to do with their far-out appearance? Enquiring minds want to know! Why didn't the professor turn into a monster when the spider got him? One bite and Gary becomes Spider-monster, but the Professor remains unchanged, other than being quite dead. Maybe he wasn't bitten? Perhaps the Spider just stuck him in the web and the poor old guy died before he could extricate himself. If so, how did that little spider, as big as it is, get a grown man off the floor and into such a perfectly spun web? Or maybe it was a gang of spiders that broke into the Professor's crib and whacked him? What the devil did Spider-Gary do for those twenty-five undocumented days? No one saw or heard a thing from him. He must have eaten something! Maybe he snacked on the Professor's corpse! Still, you'd think that at some point the ladies would have seen or heard something of his presence on the island. On

the other hand, maybe he spent the whole time cooped up in that hollow tree. Yes, that must be it. After being bitten by a funky spider and turning into a Wolfman clone, I'd hide out of sheer embarrassment, too. Still, he did manage to keep his trousers in near-pristine condition all that time. No doubt he dropped his dacks and wiped his backside with something when nature called. Hey, he may be a monster, but he still has standards! Anyway, just when you thought it was safe to go back to the Public Domain I shall return next week with another brain-bursting b-grader, so please join me as I again guide you through an atmosphere-filled excursion to the dark side of The Schlocky Horror Picture Show. Toodles!

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thevampslyssa-blog · 6 years ago

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C18- A Much Needed Break

{August 4th, 2011 Los Angeles, CA Nick-18|Mel-17}

It had been one hell of a year, Nick and Melissa had finally had a full year where they hadn't broken up at all. It was quite the success for the amazingly adorable couple.

Right now, they were currently in LA, have been for a few months as Nick was staring as Link Larkin in the musical, Hairspray alongside some of the biggest names in the business at that moment.

Melissa had never been this starstruck in her life, yeah, she had met many different stars because of the life the boys have... but this was different.

I mean, come on... Corbin Bleu... John Stamos...

They were hand in hand as they made their way into the Hollywood Bowl, as Nick had one more dress rehearsal before the real shows start the next day. This musical was definitely one of Melissa's favorites... so she didn't mind seeing the show over and over again.

"Are you getting nervous?" Melissa asked, looking up at her boyfriend. She smiled big, leaning a little closer to him.

A few seconds passed and Nick nodded, "definitely am. Even though this show is amazing, it definitely is out of my comfort zone. But I love playing Link." he grinned, as he walked them towards the dressing room. "I think mom and dad just got here if you want to go find them." he suggested, knowing that this wasn't like the JB concerts... she couldn't just waltz right into the dressing room.

She nodded, leaning up to kiss him gently, "love you." she whispered and squeezed his hand once before walking away.

"I love you more." he whispered back, watching as her figure disappeared. ——- {August 5th, 2011 Los Angeles, CA Hollywood Bowl}

It was the day, the day that everyone on the Hairspray cast had been anticipating. Melissa was bouncing off the walls, beyond excited for the performance tonight.

Even though she could basically recite the musical word for word, and dance every number. Hell, she could probably go up there and be Tracy Turnblad herself.

Melissa was just getting out of the shower in hers and Nick's hotel room, and was drying herself off. She didn't realize how much her scars could be seen on her small frame.

Not to be a debby-downer, but she had a past of self-hatred... still has flare ups all the time. But with how good things were going between Nick and herself, she was happy. She didn't have a need to hurt herself, to mark-up her pale skin.

There was a soft knock at the door and she saw Nick come in, "Hey baby, we have to leave within the hour...— mhm, angel." he smiled, chewing on his plump bottom lip.

She gasped, wrapping herself in the fluffy towel immediately and looked over at him. "B-Babe!" she exclaimed and felt the tears spring to her brown eyes.

He noticed her change in demeanor, coming up to wrap his arms around her, looking her right in the eye; not caring that he was gonna have to change his clothes before they left.

"You are beautiful Lyss. I don't want that pretty little head of yours worrying about anything. You are to precious to this world... to me, to have those bad thoughts." he told her, resting his forehead against hers.

"I-I..." she stuttered out, her little hands clutching onto him. "But when you're not with me..." she cried.

"...then I won't leave you. We can move into mom and dad's house in Wyckoff, and you can finish school. Since they are living primarily in Dallas now." he told her, "I mean mom and dad will have temporary custody of you once school starts back up."

She nodded slowly, taking in his words, and her anxiousness practically disappeared from listening to his calming voice. He always knew exactly what to say and how to say it.

"You... you s-sure?" she mumbled, looking down at her shaking body.

"Positive angel. Remember, it's you and me forever. I promised you that 3 years ago, and I fully intend on keeping that promise." ——- {March 15th, 2012 Wyckoff, NJ Nick-19|Mel-17}

"C'mon babe! We have to be at Kev and Dani's by 4pm... it's almost 3:45." Nick called up to his girlfriend. She had spent the last hour getting ready and trying to pick out the perfect outfit.

"I'm comin', I'm comin' babe." she giggled and made her way down the stairs with some cute skinny jeans on and one of Nick's nice sweaters that fit her perfectly.

"You look so beautiful." he smiled big at her, kissing her cheek.

"Did ya leave out enough food for Elvis?" she asked, and smiled down at the golden retriever that stood in between the couple. "Always do, angel." he replied, they walked out the door and he locked it behind them. ——- Soon enough they were pulling up in Dani and Kevin's driveway. "Ready for this?" Melissa asked, looking over at Nick. He grinned, nodding at the love of his life, "yup, hopefully you and Dani get along well. You two haven't seen one another in forever." he said softly.

At that moment, the rest of the Jonas family was pulling up. "Hey!" Frankie exclaimed as Nick opened the door for his girlfriend, helping her out.

"How ya doing?" Aunt Denise came up to the couple, hugging Melissa and then hugged her son.

"We're doing well. Nick's rehearsing for How to Succeed and I'm still doing good in school. How are things down in Texas?" Melissa smiled as the whole family walked up to the front door.

"Hot. It's super hot, all the time. But that's Texas for ya—" Denise smiled as Kevin answered the door.

"Hey guys! Come in, come in!" he opened the door wider for everyone to make their way in, as the married couple's puppies were yapping away, excited that people were over.

After the normal chit chat, everyone sat down to dinner, and the family said grace that was led by Kevin Sr. Melissa sat beside Nick with Joe on the other side of her. "So, there's something important we need to talk about... quite a few things actually." The eldest Jonas began, as the boys looked at each other, knowing where this talk was going immediately.

Joe knew that his father would go on and on, so he just cut to the chase, "is this the time that you two are telling us you're about to have a baby?" Joe simply put it.

Kevin sighed, looking down at his food, "we don't know where we're at..." he looked over at his wife, who was staring into space, a very uncomfortable look on her face.

"...as far as kids go." Nick interrupted his brother, and Melissa gasped softly at how rude her boyfriend was and slapped his thigh lightly, "b-babe!"

"Yeah, as far as kids go. Even though we have a responsibility to get back on the road and to do different things." Kevin continued, and saw the surprised look in his wife's eyes, as she couldn't believe they were actually talking about planning their first baby with his family.

"Well, that's part of the bigger conversation, is what that timeline looks like because it affects, ya know the two of us. And the decisions we make within that." Nick said, and pointed at Joe and himself.

"You need to get back out there and tour, obviously." Denise said, budding her way into the conversation.

Kevin Sr. nodded along with his wife, "You-you're first call is to protect your wife, but there's also the reality that—it's your career."

Nick looked over at his father, finishing up the point they were trying to make, "...and towards the end of the pregnancy you will be with Dani for three or four months of that."

Kevin agreed with his brother, "I'd hope so, and that's what I've been trying to," he looks over at his wife, grabbing a hold of her hand lightly, "explain to her, is that God's one gift to us is, that we know the timeline."

Nick spoke up again, "Yah, and that's pretty far in advance, if we can plan that out." Melissa sat there quietly, knowing it wasn't her place to bud in, so she just kept her hand on her boyfriend's thigh, while eating with the other.

"I took Nick on tour when he was just six weeks old. Denise said, almost trying to reassure Dani that it is possible to have a baby on the road like that, that young.

"Six weeks?" Dani questioned, quite amazed at that thought.

Denise nodded, "You obviously married one another to have a family. You didn't just get married because you like each other, want to hang out, and be together... and build a cute, you know... little mansion."

Melissa's eyes went wide as she was looking down at her food, she couldn't believe the statement that the boy's mother just made.

Kevin Sr. shushed his wife, "now, onto the other topic. It looks like the only show you will have in the US this year, will be at Radio City Music Hall. On 10-11-12, October 11th."

"That's amazing.." Melissa said under her breath as she looked up at Nick who was grinning proudly. ——- Once dinner was finished:

"Hey, Mel, can I talk to you for a second?" Danielle asked as they were beginning to clean up the dishes from dinner. Melissa's head shot up and she smiled at the woman.

"Of course." Melissa smiled, and grabbed some plates to take to the kitchen. Nick watched as his girlfriend's figure disappeared behind the door.

"So... uhm, how do you have such a good relationship with Denise?" Dani asked, just going head first into the conversation.

"Well, I-I... I've been apart of the Jonas' life since the minute I was uhm... born, our mom's are best friends." Melissa smiled weakly, "and you just have to not get that offended when she seems like her bitchy side is coming out. She can get territorial when it comes to me and the boys... especially their career. So you have to take almost everything she says with a grain of salt." she explained, as she cleaned up everything with the older woman.

Dani nodded, taking in a deep breath, "thank you. Now... you know if you ever get lonely when Nick is off doing things with the boys, or performing in How to Succeed, you are always welcome here." she said, looking over at the 17-year-old.

Melissa smiled at her, knowing that the relationship between the two of them has never been all that much of a good one, "thank you. Yah, when he's working... I sometimes don't know what to do with myself." she giggled, knowing that this was just the beginning of trying to build with Dani, and she couldn't wait to see how close they would be in the future. ——- {August 23rd, 2012 Jonas Family Compound Dallas, Texas Nick- 19|Mel-18}

The boys, Dani and Melissa were all said to come down to Dallas, to the Jonas Family Compound to be make a visit to Denise and Kevin Sr. Everyone was super excited to all be together for almost a week.

Melissa had flown down with Nick as he had to finish up a few work-related things then would be on the next flight there.

As the rental car was parked in the driveway by Kevin, Melissa smiled up at them, taking in a deep breath, she was nervous... she really didn't know why she was nervous. "Is it bad that I'm shaking so much?" Melissa mumbled to the married couple.

Kevin grinned back at his "honorary" little sister and shook his head, "You're nervous Mel, I can see it written all over your face. Once Nick makes it here, I think you'll be better." he said, a sparkle in his eye.

Did he know something Melissa didn't?

She nodded and opened the door, getting out and went to grab her suitcase out of the trunk.

They walked up to the front door, and Melissa's small hands clutched onto the suitcase handle so tightly, she grimaced in pain.

As they opened the door, Kevin let the girls inside first, "Hey!!" Kevin called out, and at that moment Denise, Kevin Sr. and Frankie all came up to the door. "I just put out a little bit of snacks and such." Denise smiled at the three of them.

"Oh good, I am so hungry, and I have got to pee so bad." Kevin chuckled, hurrying off to the nearest bathroom.

Melissa and Dani giggled as they looked at Denise, "That's how your dad greets me all the time." she joked, "Hi, I love you, I gotta go to the bathroom." she recited, giggling herself.

The older woman pulled both girls into a hug one by one, "Nick just called, he just got off the plane, should be here within a few hours, depending on how traffic goes." Kevin Sr. said as they all walked into the kitchen.

Joe made his grand appearance about an hour after the others had gotten there. Along with Denise's parents, Fran (Mama), and Jerry (Papa), who had come for dinner.

"So, I was talking to a friend back home, and they were like, 'so you're going to your parents house?' and I was like, 'Yah, I am...' but I stopped myself, and went, 'no, actually, no it's my-my house too, actually.'" Kevin said, his voice going higher with excitement.

Kevin Sr smiled over at his eldest son, "this is the Jonas Compound." Melissa smiled up at her Godfather, knowing that was the truth.

Melissa soon felt her phone vibrating and she looked down seeing Nick's picture, "I think he's here." she said, stepping away to answer the call, "Babe?" she said into the phone.

"Hey Angel, sorry it's taken me longer to get there. I had to stop off after the flight to do a few errands. I should be there soon, how was your flight, are you okay?"

Immediately after hearing his voice, she smiled big, all of her nerves and worries immediately vanishing, "Yah baby, I'm okay. It was good. Your brother kept nearly the whole plane up with his loud snoring... but what else is new?" she giggled, peeking over at the family.

"That's Kevin for ya." He chuckled, "So I'm about 10 minutes away, see you soon? I love you." his voice went a tiny bit deeper there for a second as he got all sincere and shit.

"Mhm, can't wait to see you, I'll go wait outside for you. I love you." she said, a grin on her face.

The line went dead, and she made her way back out into the Texas heat, playing on her phone as she waited for her boyfriend to make his arrival.

As soon as the black vehicle showed up, Melissa's head shot up, even though the couple had been apart for not even 24 hours... she missed him. Hell, when she was with him, she missed him.

"Babe!" she exclaimed and right when his feet got back on the ground, she engulfed him in the biggest hug ever. "I missed you." she whispered, pressing her head into the crook of his neck.

"I missed you more." he replied and grabbed his suitcase, then locked the car. The couple ventured into the humongous house, ready to get this mini vacation started. ——- Dinner and everything went well, everyone got to take a dip in the pool and just spent some quality family time together. But soon it was almost 9pm, and Melissa was dozing off, her head in Nick's lap.

"Baby, we should get you up to bed, yah?" Nick whispered, running his hand through her hair.

Melissa whimpered, looking up at him, "no, you should spend time w-w-with..." she tried to say, but was almost a goner.

"Let's go angel." he demanded softly, picking her up and they said goodnight to the family. Nick walked them up to his room, effortlessly carrying the sleepy girl.

"Now, don't fall asleep just yet baby. I got something for you." he stroked her cheek lightly, trying to wake her up just a little bit.

"Hmm...?" she mumbled, looking into his eyes as she leaned into his loving touch.

He got down on his knees... well practically one knee... holding a small ring box in his hand. "So, I was going to do this tomorrow, but I just can't help myself when it comes to you..." he started, "but don't freak out, I'm not proposing." he tried to calm her nerves. "You and I... we got something special. Something that amazes me every day, and I'm beyond thankful for you... for us. But this is me, promising you right now, Melissa Lynn that I will marry you one day. When the time is right, and we're old enough to understand exactly what marriage is all about. But will you marry me... one day?" he asked, opening the ring box that had a small diamond ring in it.

Melissa felt the tears immediately spring up in her brown eyes, "I-I..." she mumbled, not looking away from Nick's hopeful face, "of course I will. You indeed are the one for me." she grinned, as he placed the ring on her finger, and kissed her lovingly.

——-

{October 11th, 2012 New York City, NY Trump International Hotel & Tower Nick-20|Mel-18}

3 hours before the show:

"How are you doin babe, you okay?" Melissa came up to Nick who was standing by the balcony, nerves settling in. Melissa was sporting the really cute concert shirt they had made just for the show, and some jeggings.

"Yah, I'm okay. Just starting to get the normal jitters... this show is being broadcasted all over the world, Lyss." he said, his voice cracking.

She wrapped her arms around him from behind, burying her face into the small of his back. "I know baby, but you boys will do amazingly well up there. You always have... after the first song, you guys will find your rhythm and everything will be the way it was before the hiatus." she promised, she had complete faith in the boys... in Nick.

"You always know exactly what to say." He smiled back at her, turning around and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you, ya know that?" he asked, and kissed her lightly.

"And I love you, ya dork." she giggled, chewing on her lip. ——— 2 and a half hours before the show: {Radio City Music Hall}

The car pulled up by the side entrance, with fans waiting patiently, Melissa looked over at Nick with anxiousness filling her. "Just stand by me, don't let go of my hand, okay?" he asked, kissing the side of her head before getting out. When a few fans asked for autographs, Melissa knew exactly what to do, and that was to clutch onto the back of his shirt as he signed a few things and took some pictures.

Even though it didn't mean anything, Melissa looked down as a few fans glared at her... out of jealousy... or was it pity? Yah, it had to be pity, or at least that's what Melissa thought it was.

"Alright, lets do this." Nick grinned as he reached for her hand again, smiling at her reassuringly before walking them back to the entrance. ——- 2 hours before the show:

"That shirt's awesome." Joe said to Kevin, who was standing beside Phil McIntyre-the boy's manager- and Nick, and Melissa were on the other side of Joe. "Why don't you just wear that?"

"I like that, put that shirt on, with the jacket." Nick said, as Melissa watched on, never budding into these sorts of situations.

"Alright, if I'm gonna wear this, I'm gonna take this off right now.. cause I'm already starting to sweat." Kevin said, shrugging on the leather jacket.

Nick nodded, "Yah, that looks cool."

"Are you sure, you'll be like dying, Kev." Joe said, then went into a "gay male model" kinda voice, with a fake European accent, as Nick laughed, "Spin around."

"Spin... I said spin, Goddammit!" Joe grinned, laughing as Kevin gave him a look and did as he was told. "You have guitar, show me guitar in hand."

Kevin held out his hands like as if he was holding his guitar, and Nick looked over at Melissa, then over at Joe, "we hate it." the younger Jonas said.

"We hate it, change." Joe said, finishing off the accent with a hand wave to Kevin. Everyone in that little corner began busting out laughing.

Kevin took the jacket off, "alright, so this is what I'm gonna wear tonight?"

"Yes."

"Perfect." Kevin grinned.

"Can this show happen like right now? I'm so pumped..." Joe said. ——- 30 minutes before the show:

In the dressing room that had, "Nick/Mel" written on the outside, the couple was sitting in there. Melissa perched on his lap, leaning against him, "We need this show to do well... what if it doesn't?" Nick asked anxiously.

"What did I tell you in the hotel baby? It will... you boys know what you're doing. It will be the most amazing show you've ever put on." she promised him, looking him straight in the eye.

"You think so?" he asked, his grip on her waist tightening slightly.

"I know so." she smiled big, kissing his lips as the boys were all called to get in-ears on, and get hooked up.

Melissa was beaming at Nick as they stood behind the big curtain, ready to do the one thing that she always did before a show he was in, kinda like as if she was his good-luck charm.

"I love you." they each said to one another and she leaned over to kiss him lovingly, hoping that he could feel the love radiating off of her. ——- The show went amazingly well, nothing went wrong, the fans were the loudest anyone had ever heard them.

They finished with Burnin' Up of course, cause what other song would they finish with?

As they got off the stage, Nick immediately handed someone his guitar, then looked for his girl, "where is she?" he asked.

Once his eyes landed on her, she blushed deeply, and he took her into his arms, "you did it babe. Congrats." she whispered in his ear, kissing him.

"I was able to get through it all because of you. I love you." he grinned at her, kissing her once again. ———

#nick jonas #nick jonas fanfiction #nick jonas imagine #jonas brothers #jonas brothers fanfiction #love story

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himbowelsh · 7 years ago

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I've just read your dancing Babe and it's all kinds of perfect and I'm not ready to let go of dancing troupe. Soo prompt for Webgott: Wedding in Lieb's family. Web is his +1. Lieb never seen Web "normal" dancing before. Only the drunk flailing. He expects Web to be kinda awkward and stiff, because Web is kinda awkward. Only to be totally surprised, because Web is amazing dancer and he dances hell out of all Joe's sisters, they all love him and he kills dance floor with Joe's Ma, she's a pro.

Anonymous asked: I cannot not request prompt or headcanon for Webgott and “Liebgott has a gaggle of sisters who terrorize him” when Web meets Lieb’s family. He sees Lieb’s sisters teasing and riling their baby bro and he finally gets it. That’s where he got his sharp wit and his fighty personality.

AN: well, come on, I’ve gotta combine these two, these prompts are perfect for each other!

“Oh my goodness, you’re adorable.”

The very tall, very buxom woman says this two seconds before squeezing David to her chest like some durable plush toy. The next thing David knows he’s struggling to breathe past the crush of breasts, and manicured hands have a vice grip on his shoulder blades. It would be a lot more pleasant were he not: a) gay, and b) two seconds away from being smothered by his boyfriend’s sister.

“Jesus, Sarah, lighten up! You trying to kill him or something?”

Just as quickly as he was pulled forward, David is tugged back into the safety of Joe’s arms. He heaves a lungful of air as Joe pats him down, as if he’s worried his older sister has transferred something contagious to him. Joe is scowling; this isn’t abnormal. He’s been scowling all day long, from the moment they set out on the road to when they pulled in the driveway of Joe’s mother’s cute suburban home.

This is not Joe’s childhood house. As soon as her last kid moved out, Judith Liebgott moved out, bought a one-bedroom near the beach, got herself a convertible, a lapdog, and a rich boyfriend fifteen years her junior. David’s traditional family upbringing is scandalized; the rest of him admires Mrs. Liebgott’s moxie.

So he can understand who Joe wouldn’t be so happy to be attending his own mother’s wedding, but he at least could try to act like it around his family. From what David’s heard of Joe’s sisters, they’re all a very close-knit bunch. They’re bound to notice something’s wrong with their little brother in a second.

Sarah Liebgott has her brother’s smirk – thin, sharp, and dangerous. “Aww, Joe, I’m just teasing. He’s adorable. You weren’t lying when you said he looks like a model.”

“You said that?”

“No!” Joe retorts, cheeks flaring. It’s the most adorable thing David has ever seen.

“Aww, Joey, don’t be shy!” An equally tall women with a thick brunette ponytail comes up and throws an arm around Joe’s shoulders, pulling him against her. Behind her, two other Liebgott sisters come striding up, wearing matching sadistic grins. David isn’t sure what’s more amazing; the realization that Joe is the shortest of his siblings or the fact that his older sisters all seem to share his wicked sense of humor.

“Look at you!” exclaims one of his sisters as she pinches his ribs. “You look even skinner than before! Don’t you eat?”

“Yeah, probably all crap. You know how his diet works. You still eat poptarts raw, bro?”

“Mom is going to kill you when she sees you, Jo-Jo! You look like you haven’t slept in weeks!”

“You look like a zombie.”

“It’s an improvement, to be honest.”

Joe hisses, bristling like a disgruntled cat under his sisters’ intrusive comments and touches. Crossing his arms, David watches the chaos unfold, unable to keep a smile off his face. He feels like he’s discovering an entire missing chunk to the puzzle that is his boyfriend. So this is where Joe got his firey nature from; growing up in a family like this, he needed thick skin.

“Jesus, Amy, stop with the hair!” Joe whines, twisting out of his sisters’ grips. “Becky, come on, get out of here – hey, Sarah, knock it off!”

Oh, this is going to be the best trip ever.

The actual wedding takes place in a week; the days leading up to it are jammed with preparations, planning, and organization. Some people, like Joe’s oldest sister Sarah, thrive in this environment. Others – like Joe himself – chafe under the closely-packed schedule that leaves him with limited room to breathe.He rebels in whatever ways he can, whether it’s picking petty arguments with his sisters over dinner or sneaking off when the rest of the family is busy. He winds up sneaking off a lot – usually he takes David with him.“If the two of you have sex in one more dressing room, we’re leaving you in the store,” Joe’s mother announces on their way home from tuxedo rentals. David’s cheeks flush a brilliant red that makes him look a bit like a cherry. In the rearview mirror, Mrs. Liebgott shoots them both a crimson-lipped smirk.“I don’t know if you think you’re subtle, honey, but your shirt is on backwards. Fix your hair, too.”“You have a scratch right –” Joe’s third sister, long-haired Amy, drags out the vowel as she reaches over to tap David’s exposed collarbone. “Here. Joe, you’re a monster.”“I’ve seen what you do to your boyfriends. You’re lucky there’s ever anything left of ‘em.”“If they die, they die happily,” Amy sniffs, turning her attention back to her phone. “He looks uncomfortable. What, did you forget the aftercare?”David shifts in his seat, closing his eyes as he prays for death. Next to him, Joe aims a kick at his sister’s shin which quickly turns into an all-out fight, complete with screaming, slapping, and David caught in the middle.Mrs. Liebgott continues to drive on like there’s no problem. In the passenger’s seat, Joe’s second sister Rebecca turns up the radio to drown out the chaos.

By the time the wedding finally comes, it couldn’t be more welcome.

That’s coming from Joe, who wasn’t thrilled about this whole thing in the first place. Who could blame him? His mom is marrying a goddamn rich kid barely out of his frat boy days, who’s better suited to riding sports cars and living off his daddy’s savings. Bentley (his name is goddamn Bentley) is pretty, unassertive, and stupid-in-love with Joe’s mom. If that last point wasn’t so obvious, Joe would be against this union altogether.As it stands, he won’t begrudge his mother her happiness. She’s earned it, spending a lifetime raising four nightmares.A hell of a lot of stuff goes on at a Jewish wedding, but dancing is always one of the highlights of the night. Joe does his best to abstain from any of the traditional dances (it brings back bad memories of his Hebrew school days). To his surprise, however, his boyfriend doesn’t follow his example.

He’ll admit that he’s never seen Webster dance before. Sure, he’s seen him dance -- at various parties, half-drunk out of his mind, free of inhibition and coordination. Most of those moments involved Joe reeling his boyfriend back from doing anything more embarrassing; he could handle a bit of drunk grinding if it kept Web from canon-balling into the pool from the roof.

So he’s seen Web dance, but he’s never seen him dance. Joe’s not sure what he expected, but this... isn’t it.

Webster does a complicated twist, swinging Amy under his arms. Joe’s sister shrieks out a laugh, hair flying free behind her as she twirls with her partner. Once she’s back in Webster’s arms, he lifts her off her feet and twirls her across the floor as if she weighs no more than a ragdoll.

Joe watches from the sidelines, arms crossed. He’s not glaring -- he sure as hell isn’t glaring, because being jealous of his boyfriend and his sister would be ridiculous -- but he’s not please that Web is showing Amy the time of her life. If Webster should be sweeping anyone off their feet, it’s him -- and Joe never imagined that thought would pass through his head.

He’s able to insist he’s not jealous right up until his second sister, Becky, is in Web’s arms. Becky is an athlete, and she’s got the moves to match; but Web keeps up with her step for step, moving to the rolicking beat with a fluidity that makes Joe feel a bit warm. He can’t help fixating on the brightness of Web’s smile, the light sheen of sweat across his brow, the sway of his hips in those tight tight pants...

He downs another glass of champagne and turns away until the song ends.

It doesn’t end there. Next up is Sarah, with her mop of curls, and her flirting that isn’t at all subtle. She’s like that with everyone, but Joe’s sure he’s going to storm out onto the floor and throttle his sister right then and there. It’s a slower song, and very close. Her hand lingers on Web’s chest, and his grip on her hip looks too firm, too self-assured. Joe swallows down the lump of jealousy building in his throat. Forcing himself to breathe is a challenge, but he somehow manages. Sarah is shameless about a lot, but she wouldn’t try anything with Joe’s boyfriend -- Web wouldn’t let her anyhow. That doesn’t mean Joe’s happy about it.

By the time Sarah breezes off -- leaving a bright red lip print on Web’s cheek, because of course -- Joe is more than ready to step in. He catches Web’s eyes from across the floor, and his boyfriend offers him a bright smile. Joe starts to move. Before he can reach him, however, another set of hands grab Webster and sweep him into the next dance.

Joe swallows back the curse on his lips when he realizes Web is dancing with the bride. Of course his mom would want a crack at Web -- he’s the best dancer here. She used to be a Rockette, for christ’s sake; it he can keep up with her, he can keep up with anyone.

Web’s damn good, even up against the formidable partner that is Joe’s mother. She’s dancing in a wedding dress and heels, so he’s able to keep up with her. The pair still outshines every other couple on the floor by miles. Web spins, twirls, and dips with a grace that draws every eye in the room to them, and Joe’s mother matches him step-to-step. They’re a dazzling sight; even Joe can’t look away, though he’s sure his fixation is more the result of Webster’s moves than his mother’s skill.

By the time the song ends, they’re both flush-faced and grinning. Joe’s mother cups Web’s chin in her hand and murmurs something, too low for Joe to hear. Both their gazes drift towards him; he goes still, realizing they’re talking about him. His mother winks before breezing off (probably back to fuckin’ Bentley) and Webster is left alone.

He’s panting heavily, and looks ready to drop -- but if he can dance like that, he can manage one last slow song. As the first strains of a violin melody pick up, Joe finally reaches his boyfriend, and catches Webster in his arms before he can protest.

“Can I have this dance?” he murmurs in Webster’s ear.

His boyfriend looks up at him and grins bright enough to rival the moon. “I’ve been waiting all night.”

#Anonymous #webgott #joseph liebgott #joe liebgott #david webster

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buttercream-squad-trash · 8 years ago

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Meeting Zalfie || Joe Sugg Imagine

"Love you ready to travel down to meet my family?" Joe says trapping me in his arms, kissing the side of my head softly.

"I'm never going to be ready," I mumble, attempting to break away from his grasp, but Joe being Joe, he doesn't let me instead squeezing me into his chest tighter.

"It's all going to be perfect," He whispers kissing my cheek, letting me go and walking to his room grabbing our bags and taking them down to his car. Joe was going to drive us down to Brighton so that I could meet his sister, Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie We were going to be staying with Zoë for a few days. I had been so nervous to meet his family, fear of rejection plaguing my thoughts.

"I'm leaving with or without you so I suggest you get you cute little ass down here and come meet my family with me," Joe yells into his apartment, I chuckle softly putting my phone into my pocket making my way out of his apartment locking the door. I follow Joe, he opens the car door for me. I grin up at him and stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly. I step into the car and sit down. Joe makes his way into the car and we begin our journey to the Zalfie household.

"Are you stressed about today?" Joe asks I jump slightly, we had been sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.

I nod my head slowly, "Yeah, a little, but its normal, I think," I trail off giggling softly, Joe brings a joined hands up to his face. He presses his lips to the back of my hand softly. I feel the butterflies in my stomach whenever he's around, goes insane. A wave of emotion hits me like a truck.

"Hey Joe," I say softly after a few more minutes of quiet driving, He hums in response, "I love you." We hadn't said that we loved each other yet, we just knew.

I watch him as he concentrates on the road in front of him before he realizes what I've said. He looks over at me grinning widely, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He continues to smile and lean towards the steering wheel a shy smile gracing his features. He looks back to me, "I love you too," is all he says, we go back to sitting in silence, my hand still held tightly in his.

A few hours later we arrive at the Zalfie household the nerves build back up, but I bury them when I see the excitement evident on my gorgeous boyfriend's face. I watch as he eagerly makes his way around to me taking my face into his hands kissing me softly, I grin into our kiss knowing what it meant.

"Are you guys just going to make out in my front yard or are you going to come inside and say hello?" I jump away from Joe, blushing when I realize that it was Zoe.

"Wow Zo, Killing my game much," Joe chuckles making his way over to his sister embracing her. I slowly make my way over to where the two are stood, I wrap my arms around my waist not knowing what to do with myself. Joe pulls away from Zoe, and takes a step towards me taking my hand in his, he always seems to know what to do when I need him to something.

"Hello Y/N, it's nice to finally get to meet you, I'm sure you're aware that I've heard of you," She giggles softly, "Please come inside make yourself right at home." she says opening the door for me to step through, I look back at Joe watching as he nods "I'll be in soon love, just need to get our bags," I look back to Zoe smiling and following her inside, once we're inside her living room, she takes me into her arms making me laugh slightly, "Thank you," she whispers into my ear.

"For what?" I finally use my voice.

"You make my brother so happy, I'm so glad that you both found each other," She lets go of me tears gathered in her eyes.

"Please don't cry," I say panic evident on my face, she laughs softly.

"You're as bad with emotions as Joe is," She smiles over at me.

"You'd be surprised on how romantic your brother is, well normally, I was the first to say I loved him, which was in the car on the way here," I nervously babble out.

"Wait you guys said that you loved each other for the first time today?" She asks staring at me with her mouth open.

"Uh," I trail off, "Yeah?"

She bursts out laughing. "You guys are so cute, Hey Alf come here!" She calls out to Alfie.

I see a tall man make his way into the room that Zoe had led me into. "Hello, I'm Alfie, it's nice to finally meet you Y/N," Alfie says hugging me.

"It's nice to meet you guys," I say stepping back from the couple, Joe make is way into the room, and wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder.

"I love you," He whispers kissing my cheek, making my blush a deep red.

"So Y/N I feel like as your future sister in law I'm legally obligated to tell you embarrassing stories about Joe," Zoe says laughing when Joe groans burying his face in my neck. I laugh and nod my head, "Please do, Then I can tell you stories of our relationship," I wink at her.

"Oh my God, Yes!" She takes my hand in hers and drags me away from the boys, "Come with me,"

I giggle following her into her second living room, we sit on the floor and that's where we sit swapping stories for hours, eventually, our girl talk being crashed by our respective boyfriends.

"So do the fans know yet?" Alfie asks. Joe nods his head, "She basically lives at my housemate, if they didn't know I wouldn't be able to vlog," He chuckles kissing the side of my head quickly.

"We've known about you for ages Y/N/N, Joseph hasn't been hiding you from us, Alfie is just trying to figure out the rules for videos," Zoe says laughing.

"Yeah this kid doesn't shut up about you, like ever," Alfie laughs at Joe's obvious embarrassment. I spin my head to the man that's sitting next to me, I raise an eyebrow, he looks down to his jeans, "Like what?" I direct the question to Alfie seeing how red I can get my boyfriend's cheeks. I watch as his eyes snap up to Alfie and widen, the red on his cheeks becomes more apparent. Alfie, Zoe and I all burst out laughing.

"Don't tell her mate," Joe warns, challenging Alfie with his eyes.

"Why not buddy? I'm sure Zoe and Y/N would love to hear that story," Alfie laughs. I turn my gaze away from my Boyfriend and place my eyes on Alfie.

"Okay, now you actually have to tell me," I say concern flashing over my face, Zoe's face is locked on Joe's, "What happened?" I glance over each face.

"Mate, I'm going to have to tell her," Alfie says, worry clear in his eyes.

"I'm right here, I can hear you," I feel anxiety bubble in my chest.

"Fine, but if she breaks up with me I'm going to beat your ass," Joe mumbles laying his body down. Joe wraps his arms around my waist, calming me down. He loves me.

"Okay so before you guys got together Joe, Marcus and myself went away, and during them few days, he wouldn't shut up about this girl that he had met, Y/N, but the thing is is that he thought that you were into Caspar," Alfie says, I laugh softly.

"That's really all that you didn't want me to know?" I look down at my boyfriend who shakes his head 'no', I bite my lip.

"I didn't want him to tell you, how he helped me plan our first date, but since we're on the topic of things I didn't want you to know, I didn't say 'i love you' first because I still think you're joking about being into me," He says standing up and walking out of the room. My mouth falls open, tears prick my eyes.

"Uh, I'll go talk to him," I mumble following him up to the guest bedroom.

"Joe? What was that?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. His arms are bracing him against the wall.

"Please just pretend you don't know how insecure I am," He mutters spinning around to face me.

"I love you, insecurities and all," I say standing on my tip toes to kiss him, "Now please have a good time, and relax a little, I like knowing all the little things about you," I wink.

Instead of saying anything he presses his lips to mine, the kiss is sweet and innocent. We are hopelessly in love. I pull away from him and hold his face in mine, "By the way you're way hotter than Caspar," I wink making my way down the stairs back to where Zoe and Alfie are sat. I smile at them subtly letting them know that he was alright, "He's okay,"

I watch as the two look to each other and back up to me, "What?"

"He loves you a lot, but I've never seen him be so un-Joe-like before, He's a completely different person," Zoe says, a small frown gracing her features. I feel the anxiety bubble in my chest again, "Is that a bad thing?"

Her eyes speak the words she's too afraid to say, "Oh," is all I say, picking up my phone from her coffee table, "I'll be back soon, I'm just going for a walk," I exit the house before she or Alfie can stop me.

I turn my phone off when I can no longer see the house, tears well up in my eyes. I let my feet take me in any direction they choose and before I know it I'm at the sea, I take a deep breath. The smell and sound of the ocean are so calming to me. I take a step onto the beach and sit on the stones. I feel the tears begin to fall, I lay my back down on the stones and think about Zoë, is she right? had I changed Joe? I'm a bad person, I don't deserve him. I lay there for a while longer with my eyes closed. I open them after I had finished crying and sit up when I notice that it's dark out.

"Well fuck," I mumble under my breath. I turn my phone back on and notice that I have fifteen missed calls from Joe. I hear the sound of steps on the stones.

"I wish you hadn't of left you know?" I here Zoe's voice say, "You sent my brother into quite the anxiety attack." I glance up at her and back to the sea in front of me.

"I-i," I attempt to talk but Zoe cuts me off.

"I really like you, I love you and Joe, But it's weird seeing him so in love," She says sitting down next to me, "I told him that you'd be here, I can tell that it's your safe place as well as mine, but that boy was far too upset to listen to me."

"I'm sorry," Is all I say.

"He loves you so much. I'm sorry if I said something that offended you, but all I meant by it was that you are both acting ways too grown up for your age, Hell you're what? 22? Joes 25. You guys are both already better adults than I am," She laughs making me laugh, "But please just try and have fun, I've never seen him like this with anyone," I nod my head.

"He's my other person," I say shrugging, "Have you met your brother? I don't think that he's mature at all," I chuckle.

"You ready to come home now?" Zoe asks standing up, holding her hand out for me to take, "I drove so we won't freeze getting home."

I smile and take her hand standing up. I hug her, "Thank you Zo," We make our way to her car and back to her house.

Joe is stood out the front, worry evident on his face. I step out of the car and make my way over to Joe, "Why did you leave?" He asks pulling me into his chest.

"I just wanted to go for a walk," is all I say, not wanting him to feel like I don't like Zoe. I lean up to kiss him softly, "I'm okay,"

"You turned your phone off," He pouts, I look around and notice that Zoe has gone inside to Alfie.

"I'm okay, you're okay, let's go inside and do something with your sister that doesn't involve either of us walking off," I chuckle taking his hand, pulling him inside after me.

#joe sugg #thatcherjoe imagine #joe sugg imagine #jack maynard imagines #jack maynard #zalfie #zalfie imagine #zoe sugg #alfie deyes #zoella #pointlessblog #buttercream squad imagines #buttercream squad

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canaryatlaw · 8 years ago

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Okay so today was good for several reasons, one of them being despite having difficult falling asleep last night (because that's what happens when you sleep in) I was still able to get out of bed and didn't feel completely and utterly exhausted all day and don't feel all that exhausted now, so I'm calling that a win. Hopefully we can continue down this path and it's all signs of my body getting back to normal. But yeah, alarm went off at 7, got ready and took the bus to work, somewhere along the way I realized I left my blazer on my bedroom floor. Whoops. Not like it's a big deal though. Got to work and promptly had nothing to do, supervisor wasn't around and the lawyer on my calendar that I needed the file back from to continue my assignment was nowhere to be found, so I decided to be productive and write up my application for my school's public interest summer scholarship, which is due Friday. I had been unsure if I was going to apply because I didn't know if my possible position in NYC would be eligible for funding, but I emailed and asked yesterday and they said any non-profit or legal aid org internationally works so I'm good to go. It would be very nice to have funding (it's typically $5,000 for 10 weeks of working 40 hours a week) because if I get the NYC position I'll still have to cover rent at my Chicago apartment and presumably sublet an apartment in Brooklyn or nearby (because I'm not commuting from my house every day for 10 weeks, it's just not happening) and that can get pricey of course. The application starts like, write a statement, one page max, describing your public service work and of course my mind is going "oh crap I hope I can come up with enough" and of course as soon as I start writing the words just keep coming and soon enough I'm having to edit to keep it down to a page, lol. They wanted to know what positions you applied to and the status of your applications, and what specific school events sponsored by the public interest orgs you've volunteered at, then a cover letter, copy of your resume, and an unofficial transcript. The cover letter was easy enough, and I feel like I should have a solid shot because my public service background is ridiculously extensive (like it's actually insane) and this is very much what I want to do. So I was feeling good about that. I finished that sometime between 10:30 and 11, and there was still no sign of either of the people I was looking for, so I retreated to read some fan fiction and try to work down the ridiculous back up my inbox a bit (my goal for spring break is gonna be to get through all of it) which was of course highly enjoyable. Around noon I got my lunch and soon after found the lawyer I was looking for and received the file, so I got to work on that being that I had already spent time dicking around like I would on my lunch break, and I worked on that for the rest of the day. It's just more of the same trial prep, which is fairly monotonous as you're just summarizing every single page of a report into one giant document, and it's very slow to go through when you have a huge file to go through. So it's not terribly thrilling work, but it's good enough I suppose. I headed out shortly before 5, and DCFS guy from this summer was at the bus stop and onto the train with me since I was going downtown for class, so we talked and traded stories and all that, I forget how amusing he is (strictly platonic though). So that was an enjoyable bus/train ride. Got to the courthouse and panicked for a second because when I walked in it looked like everyone was wearing blazers because there are some weeks we have to dress professionally and OF COURSE this is the ONE day I forget my damn blazer, but upon further inquiry I found out we didn't have to and it was just people coming from work and others wearing sweaters, so that was a relief. Since we have an uneven number of people in our group for our mini-trials we're doing we have one guy from another group hanging with us for the next few weeks, and it happens to be that guy I kind of like to hang out with sometimes (I forget what I called him when I previously spoke about him, but he's been around) and we started talking and decided that we would be each other's witnesses for the mini-trials, and be partners for the final trial at the end of the semester, which I'm fairly satisfied with. He's kind of an ass but he's good and he's funny, so I'll take it, plus I think we work well together so that's a plus. Class we were doing opening statements and I hadn't fully memorized mine, but had a fair idea of the layout and did have my notes with me. Our case got called first, so it was plaintiff and then me. I remembered a surprising amount from memory and barely had to glance at my notes, something the professor noticed and complimented me on, so I was pleased with that. Got that over with, rest of the class was just others doing theirs, and we got out around 7:30 which was nice. I made it home by 8:35 and of course turned on legends immediately, from the beginning of the episode. You guys, this damn episode. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. It was SO good, I think my second favorite episode of the show just behind Turncoat. There's so much for me to geek out about, but first I have to say THE COMBAT. Watching Caity Lotz fight another version of herself was like, pure combat porn, so incredibly graceful and it was perfectly choreographed for her, just....gah, it makes my inner combat nerd so happy to see. I love Sara and Jax working as a team!! They're so great together. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP BEING MEAN TO MICK THOUGH. I was sad about Sara's comment that evil Mick would just be regular Mick. Like, no, he's come so far, even if he does want to kill Rip he's rather justified in that desire and he's not even close to the person he used to be, so stop shitting on him. As stated earlier I was so happy to see them openly acknowledge in canon that Sara is bisexual, specifically, just because of all the crap that happened earlier in the season and around the time of the crossover that had a lot of people very legitimately worried about what they were doing with her sexuality. It felt like we'd come a long way from there so it made me happy to see. GIDEON AND RIP THOUGH. ALL THE YES. They were so perfectly adorable and I totally ship Rip and his timeship (pun very much intended) even if it's partially driven by my desire to keep him from being shipped with certain female members of the crew that will remain unnamed, but that's more of just an added bonus. They were super cute and it was definitely very doctor who and his TARDIS, which I thought was great. Still very meh on Nate and Amaya as an actual couple, but they did manage to be rather cute tonight. And of course Ray would name the female T-Rex Gertrude. And the legends dolls he made, omg, I was dying. Ray you lovable dork. I think that covers most of my feelings on the matter, but yeah I liked it a lot and I like the direction we're headed in. It was still relatively early when I finished legends since we got out early, so I turned on the flash, which was also an exceptionally good episode, it was just so very sad for pretty much everyone. Poor Wally man, he was getting shat on from some many angles this whole episode. It was of course in the end their lack of working together as a team that did them in, which is of course a major theme of the series. DID I NOT TELL YOU THROWING THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE INTO THE SPEED FORCE WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA. I VERY MUCH DID BECAUSE I KNEW YOU'D ALSO TRAP SAVITAR IN THERE YOU IDIOT. But nobody listens to me.....lol. HR comforting Jessie was adorably sweet. The whole Barry and Iris engagement thing gave me a lot of feelings, because of course I want them to be together and get married but I understand how Iris feels now and I can't say I'd feel any differently if I was in her position (which, of course, I hope I never will be). I hope they work it out though because they clearly belong together. I thought it was odd Joe was all "why didn't you ask for my permission" when he proposed using the ring Joe had saved for him?? Didn't he have to ask Joe for the ring?? Lol what continuity?? Small potatoes though. Overall I really liked it. After that I still didn't feel like calling it a night since I don't have to get up super early tomorrow, so I decided to watch the premiere of Time After Time I missed the other night, not realizing it was a 2 hour premiere but ending up not caring. I thought it was very interesting! I'll definitely keep watching. HG Wells is a giant dork and as much as I will continue to yell at him for acting like a hopeless love struck idiot, he is an excellent protagonist and way to frame the story. The guy playing Jack the Ripper is all kinds of brilliant, definitely has the charming but chilling psychopath thing down to a science. So yeah, it was enjoyable and I'm on board the train did now at least. We'll see where it goes in the future. And alrighty folks, that's it for my day and it's past 1:30 am now so I think I will be trying to get some sleep now. Goodnight my loves. Have a wonderful tomorrow.

#daily journal #March 2017 #rachel watches legends of tomorrow #Rachel watches the flash

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drharleyqueenzel-blog · 8 years ago

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[This fic was requested by the ever so lovely @legolasothranduilion and I think it may be the longest fic I’ve posted on here. I guess I got carried away, or made a mess of things, we’ll see. Fair warning, there are quite a few time skips so I apologize if anything is confusing] I bolted upright in bed, my skin was drenched in sweat and a violent sob tore from my throat. I looked around the room but it had been just a dream, my mom was really dead but she wasn’t here with me. "Hey, don’t do that,“ Barry was suddenly there, pulling me into his arms I held him to me for a couple of minutes before pulling away. "I’m sorry; I just had a dream about flashpoint. I just… it was such a big mistake, we shouldn’t have gone back but Barry it was simultaneously the best and worst mistake we could have made,” I croaked, and he squeezed my hand. "I know, I miss them too,“ he whispered. "We made such a mess of things, didn’t we? Cisco will barely talk to me, everything is different, Julian,” I felt a flutter in my stomach but chose to ignore it, “Julian hates us both, how do we even do this?” Barry smiled gently, “Together, just like we always have,” I smiled back at him, “How did you know I needed you?” I asked. He laughed lightly, “Twin telepathy,” he looked away and rubbed the back of his neck before growing more serious. "I had the same dream, I woke up wanting to see you and it’s a good thing I did,“ "We’ll have to be at work in a few hours, do you want to watch Netflix with me until then?” "Sure,“ he said softly. *** "I brought coffee and donuts,” I set the box and tray down on my desk. "I’ll pass,“ Julian said sourly but I set the coffee on his desk anyway with a donut on top of a napkin beside it. "Where’s that intolerable brother of yours anyway?” No matter how fast Barry could run he was always late to work but he was too good at what he did to be fired for it, damn him. "He was asked to run an errand for Jo-“ Julian gave me a pointed look over his microscope. "Detective West,” I corrected myself, before moving behind my desk and opening one of my files. When I had arrived to this timeline with Barry and we had met Julian it became startlingly clear that he didn’t like us, in fact, he loathed us. And yet part of me had felt something for him and that feeling had only begun to grow in spite of Julian’s cruel and sarcastic disposition. I remember defending Julian to Barry when we went out with Joe and Iris one day and all Barry could say was, "Of all the guys you could have picked from you choose the one that hates you?“ When he said it like that it didn’t sound great at all, but I liked to think there was more to Julian than we knew about. If he was this passionate about people he hated I couldn’t help but wonder how passionate he would be about the people he loved. "If you’re going to stare at me instead of doing you work I don’t know why you bothered to come at all. At least your brother doesn’t show, whereas you sit at your desk with a ridiculous look on your face creating an illusion of productivity,” he grumbled, moving from his telescope to type something on his laptop. I narrowed my eyes at him, “I really think you need that coffee,” Julian snorted. "And you can criticize my work ethic and productivity all you want, but at the end of the day, I’ve opened and closed more cases than you have,“ He looked up at me with a cold look on his face and I took a long drink of my coffee without breaking his gaze. "But that’s none of my business,” "Allen, Albert, we have a situation,“ the chief said as he entered the room. Julian and I looked at each other briefly before we both rose. ***Julian’s P.O.V*** If there was one saving grace for Y/N Allen it was that she took her job seriously, unlike her brother, despite the hard time I give her. Sure, there were some days where she would drop off the face of the planet but at least she didn’t expect any special treatment for her absence. She accepted any consequence or task silently, she made up for the days she missed unlike her brother. For a second I spared her a glance, she was a few feet away talking to the chief and some of the witnesses. Though she was better at the hands on work she always seemed to step aside whenever her brother miraculously arrived. She had her hair up today as usual, she wore a dress in a rich purple with a simple cardigan but that particular shade of purple made her blue eyes even more startling. I looked away from her rolling my eyes at myself on the inside. I hated her less than her brother, but I still hated her. I didn’t trust them. I couldn’t. ***Y/N’s P.O.V*** I returned to Barry’s side just as he invited Julian to the movie in the park. "It should be fun, we’d be happy to have you,” I chimed in with a welcoming, if slightly anticipatory smile. "That’s a very enticing offer, Allen’s, but I’m actually seeing my girlfriend tonight, so,“ "Oh,” Barry and I both breathed out in unison, only Barry kept talking. I didn’t know he was seeing anybody. Now I just felt like an idiot, I mean I was probably an idiot before but now I felt like a bigger idiot and Barry could tell. I left them then, I felt stupid just being there and I began to bag up the body. I was grateful that when Barry came to help he didn’t say anything. ***The Next Day*** I clutched the wound on my stomach, rolling onto my side I watched as Savitar froze and vanished. Barry collapsed and relief washed over me. He was okay, we were okay, but what the hell just happened? "Y/N, are you okay?“ Caitlin asked, coming to my side. "I was just thrown around like a ragdoll and impaled by a metal giant, but other than that I am just Peachy,” I grunted. *** Once Caitlin had me stitched up and on the mend I didn’t stay there for long or go home for that matter, instead I went to work. Julian was there and he looked at me with distaste as usual before returning to his task. "Where’s your brother?“ "There’s a family issue-” "And you’re not family?“ Julian said sarcastically. I flinched. "I umm, I figured I’d be more useful here,” "Unlikely, but that’s none of my business,“ he mocked me. I wasn’t in the mood to be mocked or insulted by him so I walked over to my desk and sat down quietly. "Did you have a nice time last night?” I asked after a while, I decided to omit saying with his girlfriend. "Does it matter?“ Deciding complete silence was my only option I began to work on a report. After everything that has happened, even now when he is being such an asshole, why do I feel a bit better here? Why do I find the banter (which I usually partake in) so comforting? Why is it that I can’t find any comfort amongst my brother and his friends yet I feel better just sitting across from Julian. "I don’t remember much of last night to be honest,” I perked up, “Oh, so you must have had a good time,” I laughed lightly, while continuing to type. "Yes, I suppose I must’ve,“ but he had taken that sarcastic tone again. "Did something happen with your girlfriend?” I’d regret asking that later but this was the most progress we had made conversationally. ***Julian’s P.O.V*** "My what?“ I demanded. Her eyes widened a fraction, "Your girlf- I’m sorry you told Barry yesterday that you- I must have heard wrong I’m so sorry-” Her embarrassment was amusing, cute, and frustrating all at once. "That was an excuse,“ I said curtly. She turned to her work again looking rather cross with me, "And you say it’s Barry and I that can’t be trusted. A simple 'no, thank you' would have sufficed." I glared at her, “I beg your pardon?” "You could have been honest with us, Barry was just being polite,“ "He was just playing his part in the Barry Allen Show,” She rarely ever got really angry and when she did colour would rise to her cheeks and she would clench her fists like she was doing now. I liked being cruel to Barry because he deserved it, I was cruel to her because she had so much potential but she was wasting it. She was beautiful, intelligent, talented, and kind but she was throwing all of her virtues away. "You can think whatever you want about my brother and I, but from now on I’d appreciate it if you would keep your opinions to yourself. A little professionalism might be nice from someone who claims to revere it." Her tone surprised me but I moved forward in my seat anyway. "May I ask you a question?” She glares at me, but her curiousity prompted her to ask a cautious, “What?” "Why are you here?“ Confusion knitted her brows together "I um, I work here? This is our offi-” "But you’re not really needed here now, are you?“ "I’ll just ignore that because you’re obviously just being a dick right no-” "You’re good at your job, there is no doubt about it but I’m here and so is your brother. When he is around you fade into the background and cease to be of any use or value, so why are you here? I don’t need your brother here even though he is absent enough as it is so why would I need his shadow?“ I had only meant to confront her, to understand why she was always handing the wheel to her brother. I wanted to know when she had accepted becoming second best to Barry. However, I did not mean for my words to cut her so deeply as to tear open a wound that had apparently already been there. She got to her feet. "I’m not my brother, I’m my own person-” "You could have fooled me-" I knew I should stop pushing but this was the most I've really seen her, that fire she has within her. "Y/N, what’s going on?” Joe had entered the room but we were only focused on each other. "You don’t know anything about me. All you do is sit there making assumptions and acting like you are better than anyone who walks through that door but you’re not. You’re bitter, you’re alone, and you’re an asshole-“ "But at least I am an individual, at least this is who I choose to be. When did you choose to be your brother? No one needs another Barry Allen, Y/N, so I’ll ask you one more time. Why. Are. You. Here?” She raised a hand to silence Detective West before he could speak and she cleared her throat. "I’m not here, I won’t be here, not anymore,“ "What are you prattling on about?” "I’m saying I quit," That hadn’t been what I wanted at all and I rose quickly when she began to walk to the door but I was frozen, I didn’t know what to say or what I could say. She turned back to face me as she stood in the doorway, looking as though she wanted to say more but instead she said thickly, "I wish you the best of luck on your future endevours Mr. Albert,” and with that she was gone. I slowly sunk back down into my seat, running a hand down my face. What did I just do? "Have you lost your damn mind?" Detective West demanded. "I didn’t think she’d quit-” "I don’t think you thought at all before saying what you just did, and as unprofessional as all of this is I think after what just happened it doesn’t really matter,“ "Detective West-” "No, I’m talking now. You don’t know her, you may have worked with her for a year now but you don’t know my girl. She didn’t deserve that,“ "I know she didn’t,” "Then what the hell were you thinking?“ "I was just trying to- I don't know... but can you honestly tell me what I said wasn’t true?” I demanded. "You don’t think she knows? You don’t think she is aware that even though she is Barry’s twin she is always being compared to him? She has had a hard life, her parents died, and god rest their souls, they clearly favoured Barry. And even though I love her like a daughter there was a disconnect between us that wasn’t there with Barry and I knew she could feel it. She never felt like she was good enough and she would push herself too hard. When she was eighteen she disappeared without a trace, no one could find her, we thought she was dead. Three years later she got in contact with Barry; she started sending us postcards and then he managed to talk her into coming back,“ Joe was silent for a few seconds. I couldn’t meet his eyes, I felt like I didn’t deserve to have been told any of that, I was too cruel to her. I had always been cruel to her, more so than Barry, because A. I didn’t trust her and B. I thought she needed a firm hand to realize she was settling for mediocrity. Though my methods were harsh my intentions were pure and I may not know her, but I do know what she is capable of and she wasn’t utilising it at her brother’s hip. I have seen her shine and I have felt like I'd go mad without that light, I just wanted her to see herself the way I did. And look at the mess I've made trying to do it. "She never told us what she got up to when she was gone, but I don’t think all of it was good. I know you never liked her or Barry, but bottom line is you don’t know them, and to tell you the truth, you’re missing out on two amazing people,” And with that he was gone. I stared down at the file on my desk before glancing over at hers; and with a violent yell I knocked everything off of my desk in one swift motion. I have to apologize to her, make things right, she has to know I give a damn. *** Both The Flash and his female companion Sonic appeared between me and the meta Caitlin Snow. What I didn’t seem to understand was why one of them didn’t just grab her from behind but I felt it best to keep my opinions to myself. "She’s willing to hurt someone! Knock her out!“ Sonic turned to me and in an instant I was plunged into darkness. ***Y/N’s P.O.V*** I hadn’t meant to hit him so hard, even if he did have that one coming. I resisted the urge to kneel down and check on him because we had bigger problems. "Like you both helped your mother?” I rose, turning slowly, “Caitlin…” Barry and I said in unison. "You both keep messing with everyone’s lives, wrecking everything, and we’re left behind to pick up the pieces from your mistakes! Some things you break you can’t put back together!“ "I can fix this,” Barry said thickly. "We messed up, we know that, but we’re trying to make it right. Please let us try to make this right,“ I whispered. "Like you made it right with Cisco? Oh wait, you didn’t. You can’t fix his family now can you? You didn’t tell Cisco you guys screwed him worst of all did you?” I held Barry’s hand as Caitlin turned to the camera, “You hear that Cisco? Dante was alive, healthy and happy until Barry and Y/N created flashpoint! When they reset things, that’s what killed him. They are the reason your brother is dead,” "Albert’s down, shoot her!“ Barry grabbed Caitlin and we ran out of the way of the gunfire. "What’s our play-” Barry’s pain filled scream caused me to jerk around, my hands burned as I made a move to use my flames against her but she froze my torso and I couldn’t move. "Don’t follow me!“ Barry and I looked between each other as she ran off and I wished with everything in me we could take back Flashpoint. I would give anything to erase what we did, even if in that timeline my parents loved me too. *** (After Cisco confronts Barry and Y/N over the death of his brother) I found Cisco gearing up, when he looked at me I couldn’t help but feel like I had lost him forever. I was closer to Cisco than I was to Caitlin, I loved Caitlin and I would do anything to help her but… Cisco always knew what to say. He was my best friend and I hated that I had hurt him so badly. "I know you probably don’t want to listen to anything I have to say right now… I also know we don’t have long because we have to look for Caitlin… but I need you to let me attempt to explain-” "What’s there to explain? My brother is dead because of you and Barry, end of story.“ "No,” I said firmly, “Not end of story,” He made a move to leave but I stepped in front of him, “Let me just say what I have to say and if you choose to hate me I will accept that,” His eyes narrowed, “Five minutes, that’s it,” I nodded, clearing my throat. "You know how you asked us to bring Dante back? You begged us, you pleaded-“ "But you wouldn’t even though you both did it for yoursel-” "We did it before Dante died. We wouldn’t do it because we realized what a mistake we had made,“ "You think that fixes things?” "No,“ I whispered, "No, I know nothing will ever be the same again… but you begged us to bring back Dante. You can understand that grief, that desperation… so when our dad died-” "You didn’t even like your dad-“ "But he was still my dad… I was still hurting… and I couldn’t let Barry do it alone. Flashpoint was great while it lasted, but we realized how badly we screwed up. We thought we paid the consequence when we had to watch our mom die again, and lose our dad again but it turns out we have so much more to pay for. We never meant to hurt you, we never meant to hurt anyone, we just wanted the ones we loved back too. We just didn’t realize we’d lose more people we loved in the process,” I swallowed hard. "I know none of this matters to you, it doesn’t bring Dante back… I just wanted you to know that we are so sorry, I’m sorry, and I hope one day I can make it right,“ I left the room then, raising my chin and composing myself for the coming mission. ***(A few days later) Julian’s P.O.V*** Allen had come to me to ask about the Philosophers Stone, his clear inability to tell right from wrong in regards to his friend Caitlin had served only to make me hate him more. However, I couldn’t help but risk losing a bit of my pride in asking about Y/N. I wanted to see her again, to apologize… and to perhaps tell her… I just needed to see her. There was a moment where I came close but Ms. West seemed all too eager to get in my way. Barry seemed less than inclined to extend any apology, but he did tell me she was doing well. She had found herself a new occupation none the less as an [insert dream occupation here]. Even though she was probably aligned with her brother in regards to this Caitlin business I hoped she was happy. I hoped one day our paths would cross again. ***Y/N’s P.O.V*** Just when I think I am done with Julian Albert he is thrown back into my life. I was no longer angry at him though, I was concerned, I was concerned because Julian was Alchemy. Only I knew in my gut that he was only a pawn, I knew it even before Joe or Barry confirmed my suspicions but Barry and I ran down to Julian’s cell regardless. "Have you been blacking out? Hours passing, waking up somewhere different and not being sure how you got there?” Julian shook his head, “No,” He was lying; I could tell… he was afraid. "No?“ I prodded. "No. I’ve had enough of these baseless accusations and these ridiculous theories of yours,” "We’re trying to help you, but you need to trust us,“ Barry said firmly. "Says the pair in masks,” Barry looked at me and we both nodded. He removed his mask first and stepped into the light. A look of pure satisfaction crossed over Julian’s face. "I should have known, I should have guessed it! The unexplained absences, your passion for meta’s, your general thumbing your nose at authority. I’m sure you had a good laugh behind my back. But if you’re The Flash that mean she’s-“ I stepped forward and removed my mask, "Barry’s shadow, hello Julian,” He looked away from me quickly and back to Barry. "I seriously wish I could have told you before,“ Barry whispered. "So why tell me now?” "Because we need you to trust us, you are Alchemy. I just don’t think you’re aware of it,“ I said. ***(After everything with Savitar)*** I didn’t go straight to Joe’s, instead I went home and had a nice long shower, got dressed, and went down to the CCPD to grab the rest of my things. For some reason after everything that happened today it seemed like a good thing to do. I was almost done when I heard someone clear their throat and I looked up to see Julian standing in the doorway. "I’ll be out of here in a minute,” "No!" He cleared his throat, "Please, stay as long as you like,“ he whispered. He looked broken, scared, and dressed for a party he said he wasn’t going to attend. I couldn’t help but soften a little towards him after everything we'd been through. "You look like you could use a drink,” "Try several,“ he laughed half heartedly. I reached into my box and pulled out a small bottle of brandy, "Will this work?” He smiled softly, “That’s excellent, thank you,” He leaned against the desk beside me, our arms almost touching and I took a sip of brandy before handing the bottle over to him. "A while back, the fifteen year old boy with the hologram, I almost killed him. The monster we were chasing was just his hologram Flash- your brother, came to save the day. And he saved me from doing something,“ he choked off and I rested a hand on his forearm. "You don’t have to say-” "Please,“ he whispered, his blue eyes meeting mine. "I owe you an apology and this is how it starts,” Squeezing his arm I took the bottle from him and took a drink before nodding to urge him to continue. "What’s sad was the kid was just acting because he was scared, you know? He wanted everyone to be terrified of him and to run away from the monster so he could feel powerful. I know what that’s like,“ "So do I, but I’d like to know what you mean by that,” "I come from a pretty wealthy family, back in England. It’s a long line of generations of old money, tradition, nonsense really. And I was the heir, I was their firstborn son, I was supposed to inherit the lot. But I was the odd duck who would rather go in the garden and collect samples of insects. Rather than learn how to tie a Windsor knot or which fork to use first at dinner. I wanted more, you know?“ "You made the right choice,” I whispered. My heart squeezed as he told me all of this. To have been so deprived of any information about him only to receive it in kind was different to say the least. I saw myself in him, only he ran away to better himself when I just… ran away. "I came here to do the one thing they couldn’t stop me from doing, becoming a scientist. Becoming a great scientist, and then just as I got to the top of my field the world changes over night. Meta-humans. I don’t know a single thing about meta-humans. I don’t know how they talk, how they walk, I certainly don’t know the first thing about stopping them, so,“ he took the bottle and took a long drink of brandy "I’m rendered useless, I suppose that’s the monster I’m running from now, just feeling powerless,” "Even the powerful feel powerless, Julian. Take it from someone who knows,“ "I know. What my sad story is trying to convey is that I know what it’s like to be held up to standards and expectations that you feel you can never meet. I understand what it’s like to feel out of place, I’m truly sorry for the way I handled things. I just projected my own anger for myself onto you in a way. We are both running and I want us both to stop being so afraid, you know?” He looked at me when I didn’t reply and I took in his features for a moment. His face which once seemed so harsh and cold to me had grown softer and more open. I hesitantly reached out and took his hand. For a moment he looked startled before he interlaced his fingers with mine. "If anything I should be thanking you, you were right. I was living my life thinking that I would never measure up to Barry,“ I let my hand drop, "But I never will measure up to him because I’m not Barry. I’m just me… it was about time I started living a life I chose for myself,” Clearing my throat I straightened, feeling warm from the brandy and from our sudden closeness. "Apology accepted, and thank you,“ "Does this mean you’ll come back to the CCPD?” I smiled, “You said it yourself, you guys don’t need me here. I love it here, but [insert dream occupation here] is my true calling. Merry Christmas, Julian,” Julian rose as well so we stood a mere inches apart and I felt his hand trail down my arm. "There’s something else,“ "Yeah, and what’s that?” I asked breathlessly. "You look beautiful tonight, you have always looked so damned beautiful I could scarcely stand it sometimes,“ "Is that all?” "Not even close,“ He brushed a lock of hair from my face and I felt like my heart was going to burst from my chest. "I have loved you, I think from the very first moment I met you with your frustrating kindness, your intolerable generosity, and your infuriating abundance of optimism. You challenge me, you make me laugh, and I find that for some reason even when I thought I hated you when I was around you, you felt like-” "Home?“ His nose brushed against mine, I felt his breath on my lips as he said "Exactly,” before he kissed me tenderly. His lips were soft, warm, and inviting. We kissed for a long time, each second making the kiss grow in intensity before I finally pulled away. "How would you like to attend a Christmas party with me?“ "It would be a privilege,”

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bffhreprise · 5 years ago

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Entry 298

I sipped my beer and sighed wishing this guy—John, was it?—would just leave me alone. A couple of my classmates had invited me out to drink after our tests. I accepted, wanting to try to get closer to someone. My roommate was alright, but she only ever wanted to study. She also spent too much time with some girls I simply couldn’t like. They were too… boring.

As John continued rambling away about his best football game in high school, I spotted someone interesting come into the bar. She had long, white hair and perfectly white skin, as if the sun had never touched her. I took a moment to even register she was with someone, a tallish redhead who was already looking around the room as the girl glided to a table in an unbelievably smooth way that made her even more surreal. Effortlessly hopping onto a barstool, she slowly spun to look at the crowd with pale, sharp eyes.

The guy seemed so completely normal next to her that he appeared out of place when he touched her shoulder, asking her something when she looked at him. I continued watching as the guy got himself a drink and returned to her, imagining stories of how they met and who she was. She could easily be a fairy princess, gracing this land with her presence while trying to learn of humanity from the most human example around.

I frowned, remembering the most graceful girl from my high school. She had been a friend of mine till she vanished without a word. The school, of course, wouldn’t tell me a thing about what happened. One day she was nervously dodging around crowds, and the next she was gone.

“What? Do you not like football?” questioned Jim… Jake?

“I enjoy watching games from time-to-time.” I assured him, not wanting to spoil things for my classmates, who seemed to be getting along well with Joe’s friends.

Within ten more minutes, one of my classmates was already drunk enough to start a makeout session. Maybe the guy started it… Of course, maybe it was twenty minutes. The guy who had been hitting on me had given up somewhere in there, and the pale beauty had left her guy there alone. In the meantime, the bar had gotten rowdy.

Spilled drinks, a few too many bumps, and one brief fight had already broken out. Glancing at my classmates, I decided not to bother worrying about them. They were more sober than I had thought and still into the guys. After I finished my drink, I was heading out.

Seeing another guy throwing a punch, I started thinking about leaving very soon. The redhead moved to break up the fight as he had with the earlier one, but both guys turned on him. I thought his face was about to get smashed in, but he just leaned back and somehow tripped one of the guys into another, oblivious to another fight starting right behind him.

Seconds later, the bouncer had his hands full as well. The poor bartender was trying to clear glasses from the bar before anyone smashed them. Her boss was going to be livid when he heard about this. More and more people were joining in on the fights while the redhead had somehow slipped away to grab his drink.

I took a gulp and made my move, sliding around by the wall to deposit my not-quite-empty glass and slip out. Barely two yards later, the redhead’s hand slammed above me as the hand holding his beer hit me in the chest. Soaked, possibly bruised, and angry, I hit him back, breaking my glass on his head before I fully realized what I had just done. This wasn’t going to look good if my school found out.

To my surprise, the redhead smiled and said, “Sorry. I was pushed.” Then he ducked to the side, springing up to slam his shoulder into a guy who had just tried hitting him in the back of the head. Somehow tripping the off-balance attacker, he waved other people along, blocking the path between the two tables from the brawl.

Once outside, one of my classmates asked if I wanted a lift back to the dorm, but I declined, feeling rather bad about breaking my beer on that guy. I considered a couple ways to apologize when he came striding out the door.

“Hey, you need to get out of here. The police are coming.” he warned after catching sight of me.

“You owe me a shirt.” I told him, not wanting to let him get away quite yet.

He laughed and said, “My car’s this way. Come on.” As he stepped, he grabbed my hand, pulling me along.

I didn’t resist, at least until I saw his car. “What is this?” I asked after a moment of surprise. The car was sporty, but I didn’t see a logo anywhere.

“Umm… Good question.” he told me, making me believe he had the wrong one till the doors popped open.

After getting inside, I started wondering if it was actually a type of luxury coupe. “Is the owner’s manual in here?”

“There isn’t one. This was custom built by a friend of mine, but I have no clue if he gave the model a name.” explained the redhead as he left the parking lot at a surprisingly normal pace. “Where should I take you?”

“Aren’t you going to introduce yourself at least, or would your girlfriend get jealous at just that much?” I asked, wondering if this all was somehow normal for him. Who has a custom-built car?

He reached a hand over as if to shake and said, “Sorry. I’m Brandon, and you are?”

“Deyanira Lófos. I guess I can let you off on the shirt, since you’re in a hurry to get rid of me.” I replied, ignoring his hand. He probably was just another football player with a rich dad.

“Oh, right! Will beer stain? Sorry. I’m not actually great at laundry. I guess you can use this for now.” he replied before slipping his shirt off.

I quickly grabbed the wheel to make sure we didn’t crash, but it felt stiff, like it couldn’t even move. How did he drive this thing?

He chuckled when he noticed what I was doing, still handing me his shirt. “Sorry. I guess most people don’t have self-driving cars. Not that I can’t drive, but… she just takes over when I’m distracted or don’t feel like it.”

Typical… calling his car a “she”. I went ahead and slid his shirt on while trying not to stare at his muscular torso. Then I slid mine off from underneath.

“Umm… I’d actually rather you not keep that one. Mind stopping at my place? I’m sure we could get you something.” he told me.

“What’s special about this one?” I asked, trying to read the logo upside down. I hadn’t actually gotten a good look at it in the bar.

“It’s a lucky souvenir from a convention.” he replied with a grin.

I noticed his car had shifted direction as he spoke as if responding to voice commands. “Do you keep a lot of women’s clothing at your place?”

“What? No. Why would I do that?” he questioned as if not understanding why I’d guess that. “There are just… um… machines for making clothes. Not sewing machines exactly, but… you’ll see.”

“At your apartment? House? Where do you live?” I asked, glad that he didn’t expect a t-shirt to replace my shirt while confused about who would have machines for making clothes at home. A family of tailors?

Looking unsure, he said, “A house? It’s in Naperhill.”

Feeling I was getting confirmation for him being a rich jock, I inquired “Isn’t that a wealthy suburb?”

“Well, yeah, but…” he started before sighing. “Look, I live at the corporate headquarters for a company named Best Friend For Hire. I live there with a bunch of my coworkers. Hopefully, they’re sleeping, so we can just slip in relatively unnoticed.”

“Ashamed to be seen with me?” I asked, somewhat enjoying how nervous he was being about this. He was actually pretty cute. I pulled my eyes away from his muscular arms and looked out the window.

“No… no. Just... Look, I’ve never actually brought anyone here before, so I don’t really know if things will be awkward or not.” he explained, sounding completely honest.

Risking a glance at him, I asked “Not even that white beauty?”

“She’s a coworker, so yes, she lives there. We’re not a thing.” he assured me.

I continued questioning him during the rest of the drive, getting to know him a little. Supposedly, his parents were both dead. He and his sister got a lucky break to start working at Best Friend For Hire, a strange company that was supposedly doing extremely well. When the tall gate let us onto “Somerset Estate”, I tried to comprehend how large the house at the end was if the driveway really was as long as it seemed. At least a minute later, I was staring up past the large fountain to look at the sprawling mansion.

Twin sets of double doors opened into a large, open foyeur. Two sets of staircases both lead up to a balcony where I half-expected some noble from a story to be gazing down at us with a drink in hand. No one was there, but I caught sight of lights straight ahead where la circle of chairs were positioned in the middle of a room. I could just make out legs from two of them, so people were in there.

“Brandon, why are you not wearing a shirt?” demanded a cold, feminine voice that sounded British or Australian. I wasn’t great at telling them apart.

“Who’s that?” I asked, trying to figure out who had spoken.

“Uh… I guess I’ll introduce you to some of my friends.” he replied, motioning toward the room.

I walked beside him into the room and was surprised to find some sort of game being played on the enormous screens surrounding the octagonal room. Every chair was facing outward.

After guiding me over to one of the chairs, Brandon said, “I didn’t have a spare and kinda owed Deyanira here one. Deyanira, this is Lady Alma Lucy Pendreigh V.”

The girl who had been sitting there stood at our approach. She was stunning, as if her skin were perfectly airbrushed instead of natural. I wasn’t certain how long I had stared before realizing how incredibly short she was. Was she a noble of some sort? He had called her “Lady…”

“Oooh. So smooth. What happened to your shirt?” asked a spunky girl with sharp features, multicolored hair, and a brilliant smile. She was kneeling on her seat to peer over at us.

“This jerk spilled his beer on me.” I told her, wondering afterward if I should have said things differently. What if they were all nobles, visiting from some beautiful country? Should I have curtsied? I didn’t know how to curtsy!

“Brandon, are you even old enough to drink?” called another girl.

“Duh.” he replied, not amused.

“Portentia isn’t. How did she get in?” questioned a guy seated next to Lady Alma. He was very handsome but looked concerned.

“Oh. Well, they didn’t actually check her ID.” stated Brandon with a shrug.

“James, dear, relax. You know how she is.” stated Lady Alma.

Meanwhile, I had elbowed Brandon in the gut, now curious how old that beauty is. “You snuck someone underage into the bar?”

“Hey, I didn’t know!” he insisted, holding his hands defensively toward me as if I could actually injure him.

I felt as if I probably injured my elbow more than those tight abs. Not letting his questionable statement slide, I asked “And you two live together?”

“All of us do. I told you that. Whole company living under one roof.” he reminded me.

“The employee wing is similar in design to an apartment complex.” added that guy seated next to Lady Alma.

“And who are you?” I questioned a little too forcefully. Given the term of endearment from the Lady to him, he might well be a foreign noble even if the others aren’t. Some people grew meek when they were nervous. I was the complete opposite, strongly in the “fight” area of the fight-or-flight response.

“Umm… he’s my boss.” stated Brandon nervously.

Something in my stomach dropped, possibly the beer wanting to haunt me. “What?” I asked, trying to reassess the handsome guy. Wondering if my eyes were tricking me in the dim lighting from the screens, I stepped closer to get a better look. When the guy stood, I was staring waaay up. “You’re awfully big.” I muttered, suddenly feeling as if I was in trouble.

“I am somewhat tall.” he replied casually. My eyes weren’t playing tricks. The guy was very handsome and possibly around my age.

Giving in to my curiosity, I asked “How old are you?”

“Nineteen. And you?” he questioned.

“Twenty-two.” I admitted before rounding on Brandon. “You work for someone younger than you?” I demanded, certain he’d understand how ridiculous that sounded. If this guy was the boss, then he was in charge of this entire place!

Brandon shrugged apathetically, and I found myself trying to figure out when I was drugged. This all couldn’t be real.

“Pretty neat, isn’t it?” questioned the girl with the impressively-colored hair. Smiling suggestively at me, she said, “I’m going to be nineteen soon if you’re interested.”

“Are there no adults here?” I asked, trying to find solid ground.

Sounding amused, Lady Alma said, “Depends on how you care to define ‘adult’. I would argue that most of us, Brandon excluded, are more mature than average for our age.”

“Hey! I can be pretty mature.” insisted Brandon indignantly.

A girl who had been hidden in one of the far chairs stood, ignoring Brandon, and walking purposefully toward me. There was an elegance in the way she moved, and I had no doubt she was yet another person in this room who was born with a silver spoon in hand. “Why, might I ask, did you decide to come here with Brandon?”

“He owes me a shirt and wouldn’t leave this one with me. Said he got it at some convention.” I dumbly admitted. The girl wasn’t very tall, but she seemed imposing somehow.

“Given the length on you, I wouldn’t qualify that as a shirt to begin with, more of a dress. I’m sure Mila can come up with something that will fit you better if you wish to get cleaned up.” stated the girl in a manner that made me feel like I couldn’t argue.

Overly aware that she was right about the shirt’s length, I was floundering for something I could mentally grip. “How many girls does he live with here!?” I asked as my mind registered that this girl was as beautiful as she was elegant. Did they all come from some island of models? Was this a weird prank!?

“How many times do we count Mila?” questioned the girl with a grin that seemed more dangerous than friendly.

“Huh?” I asked as her comment fully registered.

“I’m an Artificial Intelligence with two fabricated bodies which I use to better fulfill my duties.” stated a girl who could be Lady Alma’s twin, though she was wearing a maid outfit and seemed remarkably humble for someone that stunning.

“What? No way.” I stated in disbelief. I could see the moisture in her eyes catching the light, and her breathing was obvious.

“No, really. She could pick you up with one arm if you want a demonstration.” claimed Brandon earnestly.

I looked back and forth between Brandon and Mila, trying to figure out if they were lying. I was usually good at catching liars, but everything here was so weird. Looking to Lady Alma, I asked “Isn’t she your sister?”

“No. She is what they say.” she assured me.

“What is this place!?” I asked, certain that I had found my way to Alice’s Wonderland.

“I told you. I’m a best friend for hire, which is also the name of this company. James is the owner and boss. Most of us work for him. Lady Pendreigh there is his girlfriend.” stated Brandon slowly as he reassuringly rubbed my shoulder.

“And you live here?” I questioned, staring up into his light blue eyes.

He nodded and, sounding as if he was losing patience with me, said, “Yes.”

“Why, are you looking for a job?” questioned the handsome boss.

“No! I’m in college, studying law.” I blurted, afraid he was going to steal me away. I was sooo far out of my element.

“Ah. I hope that’s going well for you.” he replied diplomatically

“Why wouldn’t it be?” I questioned, fearing that he might have been giving a veiled threat. There were always stories of rich people treating others like toys.

“No reason.” he assured me. “Mila really can assist you if you want to get cleaned and changed. We can offer a car to get you home as well.”

“No!” exclaimed the spunky girl, still kneeling on her seat. “She should stay here tonight. There are plenty of guest rooms, right? If not, she can totally stay in my room.”

“No. Definitely not.” stated Brandon immediately.

“What? Don’t you want me to stay the night?” I questioned, feeling hurt. Before the craziness was unleashed, I thought we were getting along well.

“Huh? Of course. Just not in Emma’s room. There’s no telling what she’ll do to you.” he suggested.

“I’m not staying in your room either.” I told him, not wanting him to think I was easy. I still wasn’t sure this wasn’t all part of some angle he used on girls.

“I never suggested that you would.” he replied, sounding a little disappointed.

I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t interested, assuming this wasn’t all a trick, but… An idea came to mind, so I turned to his boss and asked “Can I really hire him?”

“Assuming you can afford his rates, sure.” replied the handsome boss.

Not wanting to go into the rates that were surely ridiculous, I asked “To do what?”

“Anything you’d ask of a best friend as long as Brandon is comfortable with the job.” replied the boss smoothly.

“What if a girl wanted to go on a date with him?” I questioned, somewhat embarrassed by the idea.

“I’ve taken a couple jobs that could be interpreted as dates.” admitted the boss.

“But no one would hire Brandon for that!” exclaimed the spunky girl.

“Why not?” I questioned.

“He’s too… Brandon.” she asserted.

“Thanks, Emma. You’re a real pal.” stated Brandon sourly.

In a sing-song voice, she told him “You’re welcome!”

I nearly smirked. She really didn’t seem interested in him somehow, but was obviously close enough to tease him.

Continuing my conversation with the boss, I said, “I’ll take you up on that shower and clean clothes.” My skin was still sticky, and my head was spinning, again possibly from the beer. I felt as if I should have sobered up from the drive, but this place was something else…

“This way, please.” stated Mila, who I still wanted to think of as flesh and blood. As she guided me out of the room, she seemed perfectly lifelike.

The elaborateness of the decor continued down through a hall past the foyeur. Fanciful paintings adorned the walls. Stylish vases sat on engraved tables. Decorative plants that seemed too exotic to be real could be found in pots we passed.

Mila motioned to a door, which opened for us. “You can sleep here tonight. There’s a shower just through the second door. You’ll find more suitable clothes hanging in the closet, and I’ll bring you something fitted in the morning.”

“Wow. Really?” I asked in surprise.

She nodded. “I’ve already taken your measurements. You can choose the style after your shower. Just tell me you’re ready, and I’ll hear you.” She had started speaking from the body in front of me, but her voice had continued from within the room.

I found the display a bit creepy, but… she really wasn’t human. After thanking her, I stepped into the room and found myself marveling at how well guests here were treated. Everything was luxurious enough to put the best hotels I had seen to shame. By the time I was in bed, I found myself wondering if I was to wake up in the morning only to find this all a dream.

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passportrequired · 6 years ago

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A Valentine Cheer in Europe

I decided on a solo Europe trip because I wanted to do what I CAN’T call Eat Pray Love BECAUSE I still have yet to watch this movie. However, after the senseless murder of my niece on Valentine’s Day a couple years prior and my mom’s lost to a battle with cancer a year after, I figured V-Day needed some coloring.

I decided on a flight to Istanbul that would transfer to Milan and then EasyJet from Milan to Paris and then to Barcelona and back to Milan and jump back on Turkish airlines to Istanbul and finally home to Dulles.

When I told my family I was heading to Europe alone, they asked if I didn’t see the movie Taken. I told them no one is taking a big boned black girl. What I was really saying is no one will stop me from traveling solo in search of a valentine cheer.

My niece was stabbed over 20 times. The guy got 60 to life. But how do I look at Valentine’s Day the same? My mom cried. The next year she died. She chose not to do the 50 to 50 chance surgery. I wrestled with that. Why did she choose to die and not to fight? But I realized now she wanted to go on HER terms. Death is something that the living has to deal with. We are left to grieve and miss and yearn.

My trip was to live like they had not. Do things that they couldn’t…

I arrived in Istanbul on a six-hour layover. When I touched down on the tarmac, I remember thinking it looks just like the hallmark card my friend had given me for my birthday in January. I started my EAT’ing. Opened faced smoked salmon sandwich with eggs sunny side up. Delectable for airport food. I pictured my niece Tiana and my mom Valeria sitting across from me. Enjoying. Complaining about the runny eggs. Laughing and ready to explore our first leg of the trip.

The Coconut Curry Chicken (or Shrimp). INGREDIENTS: Organic Chicken from Whole Foods or bag of shrimp from Trader Joes. Trio pepper, red onions, scallion, thyme, habanero skin, garlic, turmeric, paprika, ground cayenne (optional, but good for spicing up your life), black pepper, sea salt (or salt), Basil (fresh or dry), one canned Trader Joe’s organic coconut milk, olive oil, one small sweet potato or Irish (russet) potato. Add olive oil to pan with fresh and dry seasonings. Stir on high heat and add canned coconut milk. Add peeled and cut (tiny pieces) of potato to pot. Let it boil on medium for 30-45 minutes until desired taste. If using shrimp, add shrimp at end and let cook for 15-30 mins until desired taste of shrimp and sauce. If using chicken, add chicken to beginning prior to adding coconut milk. Once cooked, enjoy over bed of Whole Foods basmati or Trader Joe’s jasmine rice OR with some fresh naan.

The Rice. INGREDIENTS: Basmati white or brown rice OR jasmine white or brown rice. Irish / Icelandic butter or olive oil. Sea Salt. Place rice in pot with one-inch water above rice level (use finger tips to judge), stir in salt and butter or olive oil. Cover rice and let come to a boil on high fire setting. As soon as it boils over, turn fire on lowest setting and let sit for 30 minutes then turn stove off.

My mom probably made curry differently. But I added my twist. Let the EAT’ing begin.

ENJOY.

I people watched in that Istanbul airport until I cracked myself up. A couple smooching, others rushing. I wonder where they are heading. Maybe they are off to someplace romantic. To celebrate. An engagement or an anniversary or maybe it’s new love or young love. Perhaps the Maldives or Fiji. I made up stories about strangers and laughed with my mom and Tiana until it was my turn to head someplace. Milan in particular.

Industrial and not what I expected. I used to read my sister’s romance magazines. Soap opera in a book. Lancio published them. Those cute Italian boys were in Milan. I figured I would find cheer there. But instead I found the Duomo. When I walked inside, a feeling came over me. Like God had reached out and grabbed my soul, telling me it’s okay. I know you lost your sister, Brenda years earlier to a routine knee surgery. I know Kenneth, Nicole and Dwight are gone too and I know you lost mama (grandma) and Lattie and more recently, your sister, Luna, niece Tiana and mommy, Valeria. But I’m here now. It was either that or a memory of a Catholic Church in Morant Bay, Jamaica. Either way, something inside the Duomo moved me. I felt it and I sat on the church bench, PRAYed and made the sign of the cross against my chest. A sign you couldn’t forget even if you left the church behind.

I could hear Ave Maria in my head. Maria Ferrante singing by Franz Shubert. I have it on my playlist. “Ave maria, äiti maan lapsien, taas meihin katsoo suojellen, kun poika syntymäpäivä on…” I sat in the church and quietly recited, “Hail Mary full of Grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed are thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus. Holy Mary Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen.” I used to hear my dad praying this prayer often. How many Hail Marys do you need to cleanse your soul of its sins? I didn’t want to imagine the sins of my father.

I walked out of the Duomo and took a long trek back to my hotel room. Quietly. I felt my mom and Tiana on the walk back. It wasn’t creepy. It was all LOVE.

Prior to the Duomo I took some photos of the church from the Museo Del Novecento. Museums give me a sense of peace. Perhaps because it’s a quiet observance. No need to discuss in the moment. Just observe and soak it in.

I felt snow on me and knew something was brewing. Later, I was stuck at the airport. EasyJet put us up near the airport with food vouchers and free hotel. I almost got rerouted to Germany. I didn’t take it. I stayed in Milan. Stuck in the hotel room and eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with complete strangers. I had to walk a scary dark walk for dinner. I chatted with some of the strangers so I didn’t have to walk the dinner walk alone. No dinner was served in my hotel. When I couldn’t find a stranger, I said a few Hail Marys and walked the walk to have decent Italian food and frizzante. Every time I tried to have a croissant it was filled with something. I don’t like fillings, but Europeans do. I do; however, like cappuccinos and I had good coffee there. I decided to write and think while waiting for the snow to clear. Two days later I ended up at Charles de Gaulle and got to my hotel a few minutes before midnight. My flight for Barcelona was leaving the next morning.

I arrived at the Le Meridien bummed that I wouldn’t see Paris. But my friend, Jessica from Scotland had been there waiting for me. She had already gotten a chance to see it and decided to give me the midnight tour. I tucked mommy and Tiana away and me and Jessica walked the streets. On our walk I saw a prostitute on the side of the street down on her knees with a client. Paris is gangsta. I watched the Eiffel tower’s lights go dim and I took pictures at the Arc de Triomphe.

I wanted to be up close and personal but not on this trip. The chef opened the kitchen to serve me creme brûlée. I talked with Jess and ate the best creme brûlée I’d ever tasted. If only I had gotten to go out and about, I’m sure there’s better crème brûlée in a small Parisian bakery. We decided to forego sleep. I hadn’t seen Jessica in years. It was good to see her and touch her and talk with her. We had so much to talk about. We didn’t let the sleep in our eyes stop us. We talked and talked and talked and talked. I grabbed a quick breakfast and hugged Jess goodbye. I was going back to solo’ing in Barcelona.

No plane issues this time. I waited for my flight and met two Parisian girls who thought it was cool I was on a solo trip and from America. We chatted and laughed and swapped stories. I thought Parisians were snobby. Not these two. Friendly and sweet. We took pictures and said a proper goodbye.

I arrived in Barcelona and in LOVE. I couldn’t stop staring out the window of my transport on the way to the hotel. Another Le Meridien hotel. Thanks to my sister Colleen’s discounts. I was on a budget in a fantastic Starwood hotel. It was in the midst of La Rambla. I didn’t waste a minute in Barcelona. I took to the streets and spoke as much Spanish as I could remember. I ate a burger and fries and drank local beer in a small friendly bar. After beer two I packed up and went to an art museum where the guard asked for my hand in marriage. I laughed and continued my quiet observance of the Barcelona Museum of Contemporary Art.

That night I watched a Spanish jazz singer over dinner. I had a chance to meet and chat with her. She flirted and I blushed. I told her I’m straight and kissed her on the cheek. My valentine cheer was coming in little packages. I imagined Tiana in full Spanish mode. Her mom, Kathy is Puerto Rican. She was enjoying Barcelona. Swinging her hips and trying to teach me salsa and mommy laughing. When she was younger her favorite thing from grandma was Jamaican fried dumplings. My mom made it so good. I wasn’t yet there in America. But when I came, she was older. I met her and she still wanted fried dumplings from grandma. Had there been fried dumplings in Barcelona I would have had some just for her.

My best friend Misha loves this soup. She had been asking for the recipe for years. I told her I didn’t know how to write recipes. But this one, you can EAT with LOVE. Just don’t forget to PRAY before you eat. Wait don’t we drink soup. Yeah, but don’t mess with my EAT, PRAY, LOVE vibe. I think that was Tiana correcting me. I’m sure it was actually.

One canned coconut milk. More coconut milk. It reminds me of the million ways my mom used coconut. Curry Rundown: made from freshly grated and squeezed coconut juice (milk). Rendered down to base of almost oil with Saltfish inside (boiled and strained of all salt). Serve with fried or boiled dumplings. Coconut Cake: made from the coconut trash (grated) with sugar and fit for a dessert. OR coconut diced into tiny pieces, again with sugar. Another dessert, same name. Wait that’s not the soup.

Soup With No Name: INGREDIENTS: one canned Organic Trader Joe’s coconut milk. If you have time on your hands, go to the Asian market, buy a coconut, grate, squeeze and make fresh coconut milk. Sweet potatoes, bok Choy, spinach, white beans, Grace Cock Soup packet (best to put it in at the end, not sure why, this is just what Jamaicans do. Cho, stop yuh noise mek mi cook nuh). Trio pepper, red onions, scallion, thyme, habanero skin (the seeds are too hot), garlic, turmeric, paprika, cayenne (NOT optional, spice up your life), black pepper, sea salt (or salt), Basil (fresh or dry). Add water to a big pot and coconut milk and all dry seasonings. Go light on turmeric. It’s just cause I love the yellow color for this soup. Add scallion, garlic, onion and thyme along with trio pepper and habanero. Boil for 30-45 minutes. Add chopped bok choy, whole spinach (nuh chop it up mahn) and sweet potatoes (cut up in cubes). Add seafood mix and Grace Cock Soup. If using chicken add in the beginning with coconut milk. Taste. Add sea salt if additional is needed. Serve hot. PRAY.

ENJOY.

There was an ice cream truck outside the hotel. I had Nutella and vanilla swirl and chatted with the ice-cream guy. I can’t remember his name. He was sweet. Super nice and the ice-cream was great. Europe loves Nutella.

The next day I spotted a robbery as I was about to jump on the metro. I stood and watched. Three men with sheets over their shoulders running. Filled with clothes from a nearby department store. The cops showed up and jumped out the car and ran after them. Why oh why didn’t they drive after them? They didn’t catch them. Barcelona is also gangsta. My sister Michelle would worry if I told her about the gangsta shit. She was the one who asked me if I didn’t watch Taken. I bought little gifts from different places. I was on some street I can’t remember. I wondered if anyone noticed I was alone or could they see mommy and Tiana?

I arrived in Milan on my last leg. I had taken risks and seen things that made me realize solo travel is better. You get to notice every stranger. You meet people from all over and you really connect without distractions. I wrote, I thought, I laughed, I cried and I imagined I had my eat, pray, love moments. I still have to watch that movie.

On my way back to the airport I decided to ride the train from Milan. I lugged my heavy ass suitcase and got confused about which train to take and how to buy my ticket when a stranger rescued me. Though I didn’t need rescuing, this man was seeing me as a damsel in distress. His name eludes me, but he was from Georgia. No not Georgia USofA but the country. He showed me how to buy my ticket, lugged my suitcase on the train and sat next to me. Maybe for protection. He shared stories of his childhood in Georgia. And I equally of Jamaica. We laughed and talked and parted ways in Malpensa. I felt a little guilt that I forgot about mommy and Tiana.

I made my way to Istanbul and then touched down on the tarmac in Dulles. As I rode the transport back to Rockville, I couldn’t stop thinking about my trip. All the details, the quiet moments, the conversations. But mainly I felt I got just what I went looking for. I see now that today – on V-day, there’s more to remember. Not the tragedy of loss, but great memories and positive light. Not the blackness the man doing 60 years to life tried to give us. But the light that was left behind to shine.

“Alvin, I know today is a tough day but Tiana was very brave even though she knew she wouldn’t make it, she made sure the Devil got caught… so Live, Love and Laugh on her memories. Happy Tiana Notice Day.” – Colleen Burgher.

“To my family, each and every Valentine’s day my heart is torn apart. However, I have to come to the fact that life must go on and Tiana’s memories will forever live on. With that said, tonight at 9:42 pm please stop what you are doing and give a moment of silence to Tiana Angelique Notice. Tiana’s work will never be done, may her soul R.I.P.” – Alvin Notice (father of Tiana and my brother).

“A moment of silence for our dear Tiana. Love always. ♥” – Marceen A. Burgher

para mi madre y mi querida sobrina dulce – from Barcelona with love.

per mia madre e mia cara dolce nipote – from Milan with love.

pour ma mère et ma chère douce nièce – from Paris with love.

annem ve sevgili yeğenim için – from Istanbul with love.

…for my mother and my dear sweet niece – from Dulles with love.

– Marceen A. Burgher

A Valentine Cheer in Europe was originally published on Passport Required

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