#JIm Mason One Shot

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

it’s been well over a year since i posted my writing in the ahs fandom. and, after a bit of searching the tags, i realized that the activity for michael langdon (in particular) has drastically decreased since i was last here

that being said, i have a couple stories that i never got around to finishing, as well as two series i left on hiatus. i, for sure, want to finish the series but let me know which one-shots you’re interested in. i would prefer to create stories that others are going to read and not just me

p.s. check out my other writing here and here (primarily michael langdon but also xavier plympton, duncan shepherd, and jim mason)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐧:

✿ class reunions are overrated || outpost!michael

you think class reunions are overrated but a series of events following a certain blonde friend change your mind

✿ it’s called magic, darling || dilf!michael x teacher!reader

all the teachers have a crush on the hot dad with the adorable daughter but he only has his eyes set on one

✿ you’re not my friend

you and michael have to work together on a new project. michael is used to everyone falling at his feet, but he’s in for a rude awakening you could give zero fucks || inspired by therefore i am - billie eilish

✿ how did we get here?

you watch as michael changes into someone he’s not, leaving you questioning your relationship || inspired by decode - paramore

𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬:

✿ no body, no crime feat. detective!duncan shepherd || preview here

the good detective comes to you with a mystery he thinks he’s solved, only to discover just how wrong he is || inspired by no body, no crime - taylor swift

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

✿ a helping hand || fem!reader, set in the outpost

your meeting with langdon takes an awry turn when he brings up something from your past

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

✿ 1984 x Coven x Apocalypse crossover || fem!reader, implied!poc

the year is 1984, you’re on the road with your cousin and everything seems to be going well. however, it all starts going to shit as soon as you set foot in that camp

chapter 1: the start of a wonderful summer | chapter 2: what donkey? | chapter 3: cece and freddy

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[hockybish]

a couple of more things about Lola and her injury and that night...

Jim and Ellen are in Vancouver for the game. They were not about to miss their eldest and youngest first head to head match in the big leagues.

So they were there to see their baby not bounce back like she normally does. They watched as the trainer crouched down to assess the damage done. And they definitely panicked when trainer's gloved fist shot up in the air indicating they were in need of more help and an ambulance.

"Jim" Ellen mumbled, eyes glued on her baby. She would have been frozen in her seat if it hadn't been for her husband practically pushing her out of it.

"Ellen go. She's going to need her mom." Jim Hughes instructed his wife. He gave her a quick squeeze, trying to let her know that it will be okay. "I'll be there when I can"

Ellen ran to entrance where the ambulance was as fast as she could hoping to make it before it left. The sight of Lola strapped to the back board, unable to move, her eyes bouncing from person to person nearly broke her heart.

"Mommy my head hurts." Lola incoherently slurred her words when her eyes landed on her mother.

"I know baby, I know" The mother held her daughter's hand momentarily while she was being loaded into the emergency vehicle.

The crowd roared, chanting her name in support for the injured Duck as she was being taken off. At some point Quinn found his legs, making his way to Lola. He tapped her boot with his gloved handed and followed behind them.

Mason wouldn't stop, his fingers had to be pried off the guy's black jersey. By the time he was stopped he had managed to break the guy's nose. He was being ejected from the game for the fight and his behavior.

"Did you accomplish what you wanted to?" another one of the Duck's medical staff, who wasn't attending to Lola, asked him while she was bandaging his bruised and cracked knuckles.

"No" His head twitched again. His anger was making the tics worse, but the were nothing he could do about that.

"They'll fine you, or worse suspend you for a couple of games" the staff member pinned the end of the wrap, finishing his care.

"I don't care"

Luke and Jack had won their game hours earlier and were out celebrating with teammates, they didn't see any part of the game at all. It wasn't until someone mentioned hearing about Lola that Jack had the thought to check the score.

By that time the game was over and the Canucks had won 3 to 1. Smugly Jack sent some text teasing Lola about the Ducks' loss. The message went unread by everyone aside from Luke who responded with a haha.

Jack was woken up sometime in the wee hours of the morning by a phone call from Quinn.

"She'll, she'll be fine, Jack. The doctors said she'll be fine. It's just a concussion." The oldest Hughes child started rattling off other things the doctors at the hospital had told them.

"What are you talking about Q?" Jack groggily said. He pulled his phone away from his ear taking not of time as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Clem, the hit."

"The what now?" Jack was now scrambling to get out of his bed. He burst into Luke's room not caring about his little brother's privacy for one second.

Luke hadn't been able to sleep since they got home. He didn't know if was the few beers he had that he wasn't supposed to or if it was the adrenaline from the win, but he found himself on his phone scrolling through highlights when he stumbled on Lola's hit.

"Oh my god" Luke showed Jack the video while he put Quinn on speaker. The oldest brother reiterated what he had said before. It was just a concussion, a bad one.

"I'm gonna kill him"

"Pretty sure McTavish already did"

"I'll do it again"

"No you wont"

"Try me"

"I want to see Bah." Luke insisted over one of the many video calls he had with his parents. He felt like a little kid when they couldn't get the one thing they wanted.

"Luke, she's resting. We need to let her be for now."

Out of the two middle kids, Luke was the more concern and scared one. Not to say that Jack wasn't disturbed by what happened. It's just Bah is his little sister, his best friend, his baby.

The last time he was this worried about Bah was when he was fifteen and she had run away because of Jack, but it wasn't Jack's fault this time. So he had to wait until December 5th before he could really do anything about it.

The Ducks were slated to return to Anaheim later that night, but Lola stayed in Vancouver. The doctors wanted to observe her for a couple of days before letting her go, making sure she didn't have a brain bleed or anything that would have presented itself later.

Thankfully nothing else happened and she returned to California a couple of days later.

"Mrs. Hughes, I can take care of her." Mason insisted.

"Mason please call me Ellen. Lola is my daughter, I have no problem doing this stuff." She had taken care of a whiny Quinn earlier in the year when he got his tonsils out, this was going to be nothing. "Plus who's gonna be with her when you leave for a trip?"

"Trevor and Jamie?"

"Do you really trust them to do that?"

"Honestly? No." The two laughed in mutual agreement. Ellen liked this kid, she could see why Lola did too.

Jamie and Trevor ended up staying with Lola for a couple of days when the Ducks have a small two game road trip and Ellen went back to Vancouver for the Devils/Canucks game.

Also Robbie did try and see her when she got back to Cali, but Mason was always there to deter him from actually seeing her. Until one road trip and Ellen let him in.

[saria88]

What I want from the Sonic 3 movie:

1. Gun truck. (Could be driven by Agent Willoughby and Agent Mason, who survived. That would be fun. Alternatively, Olive Garden Commander.)

2. The Ark

3. Big the Cat appearing in the background of various places with no explanation.

4. Knuckles fighting Shadow one on one.

5. Dr. Robotnik learning Gerald's history and thinking about his lack of family. Could be a moment of development for him.

6. Flashbacks with Shadow and Maria in their happier moments.

7. Ideally I'd like the Biolizard to appear, but I don't expect it.

8. Shadow completely shutting down Sonic's Talk no Jutsu. Getting through to him will be a challenge that he can't do alone. As for who will do it, I have no idea. Amy is a point of contention right now and I'm not sure about her chances of showing up.

9. I like people's suggestions of Tom's father being the one who shot Maria, mostly because it can lead to him having a crisis of faith towards his father and his profession. Shadow going after Tom for his association would also make this personal for Sonic.

10. Rouge the Bat to appear. Not looking good for her at the moment.

11. Robotnik getting inspired by the Ark to make the Death Egg. He might even try to make the Ark into it using the Master Emerald, which I think he would desperately want back after getting a taste of it's power.

12. Should Shadow not "die", I don't want him to end up with a found family at the end of the movie, since he'll be too traumatized to put his heart into another family. I think he'll end up finding healing in another way that's more his style.

13. I want Dr. Robotnik not to actually die in this movie. This is purely selfish, but If Jim Carrey has one more movie in him I want him to return. Mostly so there is more of a chance for him to be Robotnik in a Sonic Adventure 1 adaptation, which is what I actually wanted before Sonic Adventure 2. Dream of the childhood and all that.

14. Sonic music for the love of god

[jeanie-g]

for the autumn mini fic thing, #25 haunted houses and the pairing jamie and trevor?

(i apologize if this isn't one of your pairings)

i'm BACK! and yes ofc they are one of my pairings!! :)) this one took a hot minute, but i didn't forget about you ;) it's also maybe my longest prompt fill lol

also, very slight nsfw

[#25] haunted houses

Jamie's at the stove, cooking breakfast for two. Trevor's sitting with one leg underneath him on a barstool by the island, scrolling through TikToks with his AirPods in. It's a typical Monday morning, the sizzling of egg whites interrupted by Trevor's amused snorts every couple of minutes.

A year ago, he wouldn't have admitted it, but Jamie loves this brand of domesticity. He loves being reminded that he gets to live and work with his boyfriend—his best friend—gets to deflect his shots in practice and cook him food and hear him laugh and kiss his lovely, pretty face whenever he wants. Even when they aren't talking, or doing anything of note, just being in each other's proximity is everything.

As if on cue, Trevor picks his head up, popping out his AirPods. "What are we doing this weekend?"

"Whatever you want," Jamie muses, turning the sausages to brown the other sides.

Trevor seems to know he's caught Jamie in a good mood, bent to capitalize on it, because he smiles innocently and asks, "Can we go to a haunted house?"

And Jamie should have seen this coming.

Jamie hates haunted houses. Not like they're scary or anything—they're just corny and gross (and awkward when he has to interact with any of the actors). He went to enough when he was a teenager and all his friends were obsessed with retro slashers; he doesn't want to put himself through more unnecessary torture.

Trevor, on the other hand, loves them, even though he doesn't have the best track record with horror. Too many times has he crawled into their bed after the newest A24 flick and snuggled up right to Jamie, pleading for him to keep his bed lamp on.

Trevor knows Jamie hates haunted houses, but he's been trying to get him to go to one all month, it being October and all. He keeps saying that Jamie just hasn't been to the "right one" yet, but Jamie's never budged.

"But it's so cool, Jim," Trevor whines. He scrolls through TikToks on his phone that sounds like they're advertising it, audio bits cutting in and out as he leans over the counter to shove his phone in Jamie's face.

Jamie snatches it away and looks for himself. POVs of walkthroughs play, narrated by that annoying robot voice that Jamie loathes. To Trevor's credit, it does look objectively impressive—obviously high budget, with elaborate set pieces and convincing actors with wicked SFX makeup. Still.

He hands Trevor's phone back to him. "It looks cool, Trev, but I'm not going."

Trevor pouts. Jamie shouldn't find it cute; it never ends well.

"You have to come," Trevor says. "It'd be so lame if I went alone."

Jamie turns back to the stove, giving the eggs a few more pokes before plating them. "Why don't you ask Jack to come? Jersey is playing us in, like, a week-and-a-half."

Trevor sighs. "I would, but that'd just turn into Jack bringing Nico, and I'd end up the third wheel—which is objectively worse than going alone."

Jamie chuckles, depositing Trevor's plate in front of him.

"Please?" Trevor asks, basically begs, but Jamie just gives him an eyeful.

Eventually, Trevor gives up, dropping his head with a groan. He picks up his fork and takes a bite. "You're so lame sometimes," he says. "These are really good, though."

Jamie snorts, and plates some food for himself. Drysdale: 1, Zegras: 0.

All Jamie has to do is keep sidelining this until the end of October, and Trevor will finally give it up.

It grows annoying, though, with Trevor slipping this stupid haunted house into almost every conversation they have over the next few days, between them and with the guys.

"Yeah, there's this crazy place downtown that's going mad viral," he says casually to Mason as they gear up before the Avs. "Jimmy here won't go with me, though."

Mason raises his eyebrows, turning his head towards Jamie. "You scared, JD?"

Jamie rolls his eyes. "Yeah, scared of my arm falling off from how tight Trevor'd squeeze it."

Mason laughs and Trevor goes pink. Jamie smirks at him. Two can play at this game.

And Jamie can, until he can't.

Four days later, Jamie gets a hat trick and Trevor is on him the moment they enter the player's parking garage. It isn't long before they're necking in the passenger seat of Jamie's car while Trevor not-so-subtly rolls his hips against Jamie's.

"It's not everyday a defenseman gets a hat trick, Jim," Trevor whispers, his breath tickling Jamie's ear. "That warrants some celebration, don't you think?"

Trevor ducks down to kiss him, and the car is already so hot. It takes all of Jamie's strength to unattach himself from him. "We can't here, Trev. What if someone sees us?"

Trevor shrugs noncomittally. "They're all still showering. Besides, it's more thrilling this way." Trevor accentuates his point by rolling his hips again.

Jamie bucks up into it, cursing his no good having dick.

"Trevor," Jamie scolds, but it sounds weak to his own ears.

Trevor sits back, defiant. "I bet I can make you come in under three minutes."

That throws Jamie off, and he chokes out a laugh.

Trevor seems affronted. "What? You don't think I can?"

And listen, Trevor is hot; Trevor is the best Jamie's ever had, but three minutes?

At Jamie's lack of a response, Trevor's brow furrows—the exact same expression he gets right before a face-off. It makes Jamie's abdomen tighten in a mix of fear and anticipation.

"If I do, you’ve gotta come to the haunted house with me," Trevor says.

That gets another laugh out of Jamie. Trevor doesn't budge though, head pointed quizzically. Jamie meets his eye, and—fuck, he can feel himself filling out. Why does competition have to turn him on so much?

"You know what? Fine. But I don't think you—"

"Set a timer."

And then Trevor's mouth is on his again, he's shifting up to unbuckle Jamie's pants, and he gets a hand on him.

And well, there's a reason Jamie never was a betting man.

* * *

The place is called "Macabre Manor". The marquee looks decent enough—its letters dripping fake blood and ooze while floating over a creepy ghost face—but Jamie's still dragging his feet as he and Trevor approach the line wrapped around the building.

Now, Jamie's a man of his word, and he's here, but never in their agreement did it say he couldn't complain about it.

"How long will it take for us to get in there?" he asks, the two of them joining the end of the line.

"Well, the experience is about 30 minutes—"

"30 minutes?" Jamie shoves his hands into his pockets. "I thought this was gonna be, like, a walkthrough."

"It is, but it's like, guided, or whatever. There's lots of lore."

Trevor has this cute, determined face on. Jamie can't help but poke him. "Are you sure you won't get scared?"

Trevor scoffs. "I'll be fine."

Jamie points behind him. "Because we can go right now..."

Trevor gives him an eyeful. "You cheater. I won fair and square and you know it. Shall I remind you of your stats?"

Jamie flushes pink and drops his hand. He didn't know what it was: the semi-public setting, the competitive aspect, or Trevor's gorgeous mouth as he—

"Fine," Jamie says, putting his hand back in his pocket. "You'll get scared, though. I know you."

Trevor loops him arm into the crook of Jamie's. "Well, I'll have my great protector right there with me."

And Jamie wants to counter that, but his head always gets syrupy whenever Trevor talks like that. Shit.

Despite the ludicrous runtime, the line moves quickly, and they're almost at the front when one of the workers greets them and asks how many are in their party. Trevor excitedly holds up two fingers, and the worker nods.

"The experience is tailored for parties of 4-6, so we're pairing you up with these two," he says, gesturing to the couple in front of them in line—a guy and a girl. "You guys introduce yourselves. You should get to know each other pretty well in there."

The worker ends his spiel with an ominous smirk, and then continues down the line. The two strangers turn to face Trevor and Jamie, a bit thrown off but smiling politely.

"Well, I'll just get the ball rolling then," the girl says, chortling. She's gotta be five feet tall, and her glasses take up half of her face. She’s cute, and seemingly just as excited as Trevor. “I’m Jess."

"I'm Trevor," Trevor greets.

Jamie waves. "Jamie."

Finally, the guy clears his throat, brown hair dusting over his forehead and into his eyes. "I'm Toby."

They seem nice enough, and before he knows it, Trevor's already gabbing with Jess about the cool things they both saw online about this place. Toby, meanwhile, stays quiet. He keeps looking at Jamie, though, smiling and then looking away. The guy is obviously shy—wallflower recognizes wallflower and all that. It's also possible that he recognizes him and Trevor from the Ducks, though that's unlikely this far outside of Anaheim.

Jamie takes the initiative and smiles back at him. It's his duty as a fellow introvert, after all. "You excited for this thing?"

Toby seems spooked at first, like he's surprised Jamie is even talking to him. Then, he chuckles. "Not really, honestly."

Jamie smiles. At least he's honest. He nods towards Jess. "Girlfriend drag you along?"

Oh, we're not dating," he says, eyes bulging. "I—she's just a friend."

"Oh." Jamie says. "Cool."

Toby shrugs. "Uh, but yeah, she dragged me along. I'm not a big horror fan."

"Me neither." He leans in conspiratorially. "I was dragged here, too. But we're in this together, right?"

Jamie winks and Toby goes scarlet. "Yeah. For sure."

"So, do you know anything about this place?"

"Nothing at all."

Jamie laughs, and then Toby laughs, and just like that, they’re talking like old friends. Toby turns out to be pretty cool, though he's weirdly dismissive of Trevor, offering one-word responses whenever he buds into their conversation. Maybe Trevor's too energetic for him; Jamie doesn’t pay it much mind. Trevor looks like he's having a blast with Jess, and Jamie's content to hang back with Toby. He doesn't wanna make him the third wheel, after all.

It's only another twenty minutes until they're at the front of the line, being paraded in by workers dressed like bell hops at the Tower of Terror. A particularly droll-looking one tells them the rules, rambling them off like an automaton.

"No running, no fighting, no drinking, no assaulting the actors, and no lallygagging."

Toby chuckles, leaning over to whisper to Jamie, "Bad news for the Tunnel of Love folks."

Jamie snorts, earning a dead look from the bell hop, which might just be his natural state. Sorry, Jamie mouths.

The bell hop guides them inside, where they're met with a dark, dingy-looking foyer with a set of double doors.

"Have fun," the bell hop chides, and then he's closing their door to the outside, and it begins.

It's not as corny as Jamie thought it would be, all things considered. It seems to be set up into stages, the first being a walkthrough of some sort of murder house. It kind of reminds him of Resident Evil. As they walk through it, small lights illuminating their paths, it's sufficiently spooky. Sure, most of the jump scares are predictable as hell, but some actually make Jamie jump. When one of the actors pops up on his left and taps him on the shoulder, he full on slams into Toby's side, who just chuckles and bumps him back.

Once they reach the next section, the actors start talking to them and expecting answers back. Jamie has to admit it’s kind of fun. The actors are really into it, taking on the personas of various twisted relatives telling them about the “family business”. Trevor and Jess ask them silly questions from the TikToks Trevor showed him. It makes Jamie remember something in those videos about having to “escape” at the end. He mentions this to Toby, who theorizes that it’ll turn into an escape room.

“Should we ask them about it?” Jamie asks.

Toby shrugs. “Wouldn’t hurt.”

They come up with a few questions about what to expect moving forward, and ask the grandmother actress milling about. She just grins, telling them to “look out for the silver key.”

“As cryptic as that sounds, at least it’s a start,” Toby muses.

Jamie brings a hand to his chin, pondering. “Yeah. I doubt it’s something as easy as they key to the exit door, but…”

“Honestly, it could be. Maybe she just wants us to move on so she can go on her lunch."

They laugh, and Toby puts a hand on Jamie's arm. It’s a quick thing, there and gone, but Jamie still clocks it. He smile. He's really glad that he can make Toby feel comfortable—even with a virtual stranger like him.

After this section is another small walkthrough, modeled to look like the house’s backyard. It’s actually impressive as fuck—it really looks like they’re outside, with small, twinkling stars above them and everything. It’s also pretty eerie, nary an actor in sight. The path guides them into a large garden shed, and when Jamie, at the caboose of the group, walks past the doorframe, the door slams shut behind him, making all four of them jump.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Trevor cries, abandoning Jess to run back and grab Jamie’s arm, his whole right side flush with Jamie’s left.

It threw Jamie, too, but Trevor can’t know that. “Getting cold feet, Z?” he asks.

Trevor scoffs, unconvincingly, and doesn’t move an inch. “What are talking about? This is where the fun begins.”

Jamie rolls his eyes, but uses his other hand to stroke his arm soothingly. Toby is weirdly silent beside him, striding across the room to start looking around. Jamie catches Trevor watching him, a glint in his eye that Jamie can’t name.

The room itself is maybe the size of a conservative hotel room, with odd relics on display. In one corner is a dilapidated baby grand piano, and in another is a small, slanted treasure chest sits with a large anvil (?) on top of it, hooked into some sort of pulley system.

Turns out Jamie was right on the money with the whole ‘escape room’ thing, as it's only a few seconds later when a digital clock on the far wall (that Jamie is just now seeing) starts counting down. Whatever it is they have to do, they have fifteen minutes to do it.

Jess and Trevor immediately light up. Jamie can’t help but smile, too. He likes escape rooms, though the only other one he’s been to with Trevor they lost miserably because they ate up half their time making out against the bookcase (don’t ask).

It starts out easy enough. Lights shine on or around objects in the room, and they have notes beside them with riddles. When one is solved, the objects deposit weighty steel beads, which they have to load into a scale in the corner of the room. Every amount offsets the weight of the aforementioned anvil crushing the chest. They need to answer enough riddles to get enough weight off the chest, where Jamie guesses this silver key is.

The four of them (though Jess is undoubtedly carrying) decode each riddle thrown at them, laughing and shouting over each other to say the right answer to one of the many microphones in the room. Some of them are themed to areas of the haunted house, while others are darkly funny or crude.

With four minutes left on the clock, Trevor deposits the last amount of beads needed to lift the anvil. They all cheer, and Toby rushes forward to unlatch the chest and lift up its cover.

When he does, the four of them eagerly poke their heads in to see the bounty. Only confusion remains at the sight of its only occupants—seven small keys, each marked by a different letter, A to G. Taped to the inside of the lid is a note, scrawled in cursive.

You’ve done well, and had your fun

Now pick a key, but only one

All will fit, but have it known

Unless it clicks, you shan't go home

“Okay,” Jess says. “We just pick a key. Simple enough.”

“Yeah, but we can’t just pick a random one,” Trevor argues. “Only one will unlock the door."

"I know that," Jess says, a bit snippy. She's competitive, like Trevor—Jamie's picked up on that at least. "It says here, we only get one shot.”

“Well, how will we know which key it is?” Toby asks.

Jamie frowns. They’re all brass—not one of them silver like the grandmother said to look out for.

“Everyone, fan out and look for clues,” he says. “There’s gotta be something around here that has a letter etched into it or something.”

They break, turning over objects and crouching under paintings to spot any clues. Minutes pass, and they’ve got nothing. Soon enough, only sixty seconds remain.

“Let’s just pick a random one,” Trevor suggests desperately. “We’ve got a one in seven chance, right?”

Jess and Toby murmur in assent, heading for the chest. Jamie doesn’t want to give up so easily, though. He bites his lip and makes another lap around the room, walking past the piano and plinking the keys aimlessly. That’s when he sees it. One of the keys is painted ever-so-slightly silver. Jamie’s eyes bulge. He pictures the scale in his head...

“It’s F!” he cries, heading back towards the chest. “Pick F. Hurry!”

“What?” Toby asks, but Trevor reaches in and grabs it without hesitation, running to the door and jamming it into the lock. Lo and behold, it turns, clicks, and unlocks. The clock freezes with ten seconds left, and then the door opens before them.

“You did it!” Trevor cries, bounding over to Jamie, taking his face in his hands and kissing him square on the mouth. Jamie, on instinct, starts to kiss him back before he realizes where he is. He pulls back, but Trevor (ever shameless) is just giggling, eyes alight. Jamie can’t help but puff his chest with pride.

“Nice one, dude,” Jess says, coming up beside them. She raises her hand to high-five him. He accepts it, chuckling. Her and Trevor bounce their way to the exit, Jamie in tow. Then, he slows.

Toby’s over by the piano, pressing down on the F6 key. He turns as Jamie approaches, smiling small. “‘Watch out for the silver key,’” he quotes. “Clever.”

“Thank the piano lessons my mom forced on me when I was a kid.”

Toby laughs, turning fully to face Jamie. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “So, I wouldn’t be wrong to assume that you’re taken, huh? I was holding out hope that you two were just really close roommates.”

Jamie goes pink.

Toby chortles mirthlessly. “Thought so. It was nice meeting you, though. I had fun."

Jamie opens his mouth, but closes it. Toby was…Toby liked him?

“See ya around." Toby says.

Jamie blinks a couple times and shakes his head, but before he can say anything, Toby’s out the door.

***

“So, did you have fun?” Trevor asks. They’re on their way home, Trevor driving with one elbow out the window, the latest Billie Eilish song playing softly through the speakers.

“I did, yeah,” Jamie admits. “It was…cool.”

“Ha! Told you. You just had to find the right one." He sticks his tongue out. "Though I bet it helped that you were being flirted with the whole time.”

"What?!" Jamie sputters.

Trevor just laughs. "You didn't think I would notice someone else trying to pick up my man?"

"No! I mean, yes. I mean..." Jamie scrubs his face. "I didn't even know he was flirting with me."

"I figured as much. You're oblivious, babe. About halfway through, I looked over and Toby was watching you like my mom's dog watches a tuna can."

Jamie wrinkles his nose. "Gross." Then, it dawns on him. "Wait, is that why you kissed me?"

Trevor shrugs, but his grin only widens. "Had to show 'em who you belonged to."

Jamie isn't proud of the way he flushes immediately, blood going towards his face (and other regions).

And if he makes Trevor pull over onto an access road so they can finish what he started back there, well, that's no one's business but their own.

[lostcybertronian]

Egotober - Day 5

Prompt: Jar

Prompts by @tracobuttons

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The camera sat still and untended, its lens focused entirely on a large Mason jar filled with twigs and leaves. Dangling from one particularly large twig was a cocoon of some kind, lumpy and green. 

From the time stamp in the upper left corner, the camera had been watching this cocoon for some time. Occasionally it’d catch the odd blur in the periphery, or a snatch of conversation.

A few days passed, night and day demarcated by fits of dim. The cocoon cracked, a pair of silky, wrinkled wings emerged, attached to black thorax attached to six spindly legs that scrabbled their way free of the husk to cling to the twig.

It had just begun to unfurl its wings for the first time when a shadow passed over it. The screen of the camera flickered red-blue-gray as a grayed hand reached down, touched the jar with one finger.

The butterfly crumpled, its wings shredded themselves. It fell from the twig to the earthy green curl of a dying leaf, a long way to go for such a small creature.

The hand retreated, color returned to normal, and all was quiet.

Another day passed. And then-

“Our butterfly, Jim!” A pair of hands picked up the camera, reduced the view to blurs of color before it focused on two near-identical faces. The Jim Twins. “Where is it?”

“I wonder if it’s hiding.” One Jim spun the camera back around to view the jar while the other unscrewed the lid and peered around inside. It was only a moment before his shoulders slumped.

“Not hiding. Dead, Jim.” He said, and the Jim behind the camera let out an audible groan. 

“Maybe if we go through the footage, Jim, we can see where we went wrong.” The Jim with the jar suggested. “Let’s go do it now, Jim.”

“Excellent idea, Jim!” Cameraman Jim hefted the camera to his shoulder, catching an excellent close up of Field Reporter Jim’s face as he scooped up the jar. The last shot was another blur as they left.

[jules-has-notes]

New Bern, NC — VoicePlay live performances

Even as they were swiftly approaching the completion of nearly 100 shows at Disney World for the season, VoicePlay popped up to North Carolina for a full holiday concert on the weekend before Christmas.

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With the amount of travel Americans tend to do between Thanksgiving and Christmas, this comedic medley is extra relatable during the holiday season. If only all of our family sing-a-longs sounded this good.

Details:

title: Road Trip

original songs / performers: [1:27] "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Tiny Tim; [1:45] "Orinoco Flow" by Enya; [2:03] "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Quiet Riot; [3:12] "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; [3:25] "I Wanna Rock" by Twisted Sister; [3:34] "Voices Carry" by ’Til Tuesday; [3:52] "Shout" by Tears For Fears; [4:07] "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by War; [4:17] "That Smell" by Lynyrd Skynyrd; [5:00] "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Chicago; [6:25] "We Just Disagree" by Dave Mason; [6:45] "Hello" by Adelle

written by: "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" by Al Dubin & Joe Burke; "Orinoco Flow" by Eithne "Enya" Pádraigín Ní Bhraonáin & Roma Ryan; "Cum On Feel the Noize" by Noddy Holder & Jim Lea; "Big Shot" by Billy Joel; "I Wanna Rock" by Dee Snider; "Voices Carry" by Robert Holmes, Aimee Mann, Michael Hausman, & Joey Pesce; "Shout" by Roland Orzabal & Ian Stanley; "Why Can't We Be Friends?" by Papa Dee Allen, Harold Ray Brown, B.B. Dickerson, Lonnie Jordan, Charles Miller, Lee Oskar, Howard E. Scott, & Jerry Goldstein; "That Smell" by Allen Collins & Ronnie Van Zant; "Hard to Say I'm Sorry" by Peter Cetera & David Foster; "Hello" by Adele Adkins & Greg Kurstin

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Eli starting to doze off and tip over until he's startled awake by Earl's yelp

Tony using his flowy jacket as a blanket

sleepy Geoff rubbing his eyes as he's rudely awakened by the bickering

Earl's little bunny nose sniffing

the exchange of annoyed watch tapping

Layne almost getting Eli to break with the different interruption

Trivia:

VoicePlay made a professionally filmed version of this medley / skit during the 2014 Sing-Off tour.

Layne usually interrupts with "Royals" by Lorde, but sometimes changes it up, as he does here, to try to make the other guys laugh.

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These guys love The Nightmare Before Christmas, and have recorded several songs from its fantastic soundtrack. But this was the first one to join their live show repertoire.

Details:

title: What's This?

original performers: Danny Elfman as Jack Skellington in The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

written by: Danny Elfman

arranged by: Layne Stein

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

those lovely opening harmonies

Tony excitedly getting in everybody's personal space

the alternating pliés and relevés to emulate the carolers' vehicle in the movie

♫ "I might possibly go daffy…" ♫ followed by Layne putting a quack in his percussion line

slo-mo snowball fight!

♫ "cozy in their dre-eam ⇓ laaand ⇓" ♫ "That was weird." "Sorry."

their monster walks as they regroup

that sharp, clean final chord

Trivia:

This song was a staple of their holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

They finally recorded it with J.None for their 2017 holiday EP "Warm Up", and filmed a video to go with it that they released at Halloween of that year.

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This bouncy tune is a great way to get an audience dancing in their seats, and VoicePlay alway performs it with gusto. Meet the guys, and hear a little of what they can do.

Details:

title: For Once In My Life

original performer: Stevie Wonder

written by: Ron Miller & Orlando Murden

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Earl and Tony starting to step-touch together, then just giving in to the groove

everyone else cutting out for Eli's ♫ "won't desert me-e-e" ♫ riff then coming back in behind ♫ "I'm not alone anymore" ♫

everyone getting a moment in the spotlight for an introduction

those jazzy scatting lines leading into the key change

and a lovely ending chord

Trivia:

This song had been part of their live shows since their 4:2:Five days. The earliest clip I've found is from a performance in 2011 when their friend Jarrett Johnson subbed for Ryan.

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Listening to this song is certainly a treat, but watching them perform it is at least half the fun. Sometimes friends being a little competitive makes them all better.

Details:

title: Elvira

original performers: The Oak Ridge Boys

written by: Dallas Frazier

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Tony startling Earl by skittering his fingertips down the back of his head

troublemaker Eli encouraging Earl to take center stage

that glorious pop timbre in Tony's solo

Geoff reclaiming the spotlight with that extra deep ♫ "mow mow" ♫

the "Earl can go low, too" gag is never not funny

the other guys' expectant expressions in the back during the tense final confrontation

and that big ending is always fantastic

Trivia:

This number was a longtime fan favorite staple in their live shows, including the 2015 Sing-Off tour.

Because the visual component of this performance is such an interaction with the audience, they have never filmed a video for it, but there is an audio recording available through their Patreon.

Geoff also helped arrange the version that their pals in Home Free recorded with The Oak Ridge Boys earlier in the year.

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Anyone who grew up watching the Rankin-Bass stop-motion animated holiday specials knows these songs. But most people have never heard them quite like this.

Details:

title: Frosty the Snowman & Santa Claus Is Coming To Town

original songs / performers: "Frosty the Snowman" by Gene Autry; "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by Eddie Cantor

written by: "Frosty the Snowman" by Walter "Jack" Rollins & Steve Nelson; "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" by J. Fred Coots & Haven Gillespie

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Layne letting his inner kid out during the intro banter

Eli's smooth delivery on the opening lines

the harmonic stacking in ♫ "when they placed it on his head" ♫

those syncopated backing vocals during Earl's "Santa Claus" verse

Eli flailing in the back when the other guys start rapping

that crunchy ending section

Trivia:

The boys started performing this mashup during their 4:2:Five days. The earliest recording I've found is from their stint as castmembers in the Polar Express Conductors holiday show at SeaWorld in 2011. (Go hear Layne sing bass!)

It was a staple of VoicePlay's holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

They recorded a swingier version of "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town" with their friend Michael Andrew for their 2012 holiday album "Peppermint Winter".

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It can be easy to overlook even the most talented vocal percussionist in an audio mix. Your ears forget that all those beats are coming out of a human body. But those skills are undeniable when he's the only one on stage.

Details:

title: Layne's drum solo

written & arranged by: Layne Stein

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

that initial deep kick

the random squawk

dropping into a half-time groove before transitioning into a more electronic section

♫ "Ding!" ♫

and the big finish

Trivia:

Percussion solos are a time honored tradition among modern a cappella groups. It can also be fun to hear beatboxers' differing styles when they team up as they did during the 2014 and 2015 Sing-Off tours.

When Layne started up again at the end, he was transitioning them into the start of "A Crimpella".

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VoicePlay don't just have one crowd-pleasing medley of phonations. They've also got a holiday version. There really are a lot of unusual lyrics in Christmas carols, and these guys make them incredibly fun.

(I think I caught everything, but if I missed a song, please let me know so I can track it down and add it to the list.)

Details:

title: "Most of the Songs" holiday medley

original songs / performers: "Mele Kalikimaka" by Bing Crosby & The Andrews Sisters; [0:06] "Pat-a-pan", French / English carol; [0:08] "Deck the Halls", English carol; [0:14] "Frosty the Snowman" by Gene Autry; [0:18] "Carol of the Bells", English carol; [0:27] "Coventry Carol", English carol; [0:41] "Welcome Christmas" from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (1966); [0:55] "Hava Nagila", Jewish folk song; [1:03] "I Have a Little Dreidel", children's Hannukah song; [1:08] "Angels We Have Heard on High", French / English carol; [1:31] "Up on the Housetop" by Gene Autry; [1:38] "Dominick the Donkey" by Lou Monte; [2:00] "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" by Gene Autry; [2:03] "Jingle Bells", American carol; [2:06] "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" from The Nutcracker; [2:38] "We Wish You a Merry Christmas", English carol

written by: "Mele Kalikimaka" by R. Alex Anderson; "Pat-a-pan" by Bernard de La Monnoye; "Deck the Halls" English lyrics by Thomas Oliphant, set to 16th century melody from Welsh carol "Nos Galan"; "Frosty the Snowman" by Walter "Jack" Rollins & Steve Nelson; "Carol of the Bells" English lyrics by Peter Wilhousky, melody from Ukranian New Year's song "Shchedryk" by Mykola Leontovych; "Coventry Carol" 16th century English Christmas carol; "Welcome Christmas" by Albert Hague; "Hava Nagila" by Moshe Nathanson & Abraham Zevi Idelsohn; "I Have a Little Dreidel" English lyrics by Samuel S. Grossman, melody by Samuel E. Goldfarb; "Angels We Have Heard on High" English lyrics by James Chadwick, to the traditional French tune "Gloria" as arranged by Edward Shippen Barnes; "Up on the Housetop" by Benjamin Hanby; "Dominick the Donkey" by Ray Allen, Sam Saltzberg, & Wandra Merrell; "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" by Johnny Marks; "Jingle Bells" by James Lord Pierpont; "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky; "We Wish You a Merry Christmas" modern arrangement by Arthur Warrell

arranged by: VoicePlay

performance date: 20 December 2015

My favorite bits:

Tony's little salsa groove as the beat kicks in

the adorable swaying choreography during "Welcome Christmas"

some Hannukah representation for the two Jewish band members

Geoff's robust "ho ho ho" 🎅

Earl's wonderful braying for "Dominick the Donkey"

Eli's exaggerated air bass at the start of "Sugar Plum"

that final descending drum fill from Layne

Trivia:

This medley also dates back to their 4:2:Five era and the SeaWorld Polar Express Conductors show. (Go hear Geoff beatbox!)

It was a staple of VoicePlay's holiday shows for many years, particularly during their Disney World residencies for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party.

[big-boah-2]

Y'all I had a WILD RED DEAD DREAM last night. Vivid AF.

It was first person where everything happened like normal except it was modern day AU, but there were no cars, only horses. That's the only difference. Everything was kind of steampunk.

There was a safehouse in Valentine, a decent abandoned house near Horseshoe Overlook where Sadie, Arthur, and I met up after Micah escaped Beaver Hollow (Arthur didn't have TB.) After a few peaceful days the Pinkertons descended upon us, there was a bloodbath, we shot a bunch of guys and escaped on horseback up north to Canada. Arthur spun a yarn just like Hosea and we were able to get in via the Amtrak in the middle of nowhere, north North Dakota.

I vividly remember passing parks and going into a city and seeing the houseless folks and being like "I hope there's beaches or something here because we will be houseless and jobless, which is fine but shitty that I can never see my partner or family again being a national fugitive and all."

We depart the train and go separate ways. Sadie goes to some guys house that she knows, Arthur is bumming it on the street, and I'm pretending I'm a journalist studying nature/doing photography for National Geographic (I just realized I might've been Albert Mason???)

So eventually we all get caught like 2 weeks later and get sent to prison. Somehow it's a mixed gender prison bc Canada made sense in my dream I guess. Somehow Sadie got out on a technicality during her arrest (know your rights!) and then she helped me and Arthur escape from prison like in the game but no hot air balloon just a hole under the fence lol!

We somehow get back over the border into America in the middle of nowhere and I remember being like "How the hell are John and Abigail owning a HOUSE and not on the RUN this is crazy???" Because we see his and Arthur's Wanted posters in the first town. We decide it's safer to split up again. I debate seeing my partner back near Valentine, Sadie decides to to back to the safehouse (why, I don't know.)

So a few months go by, I'm working on a ranch Jim Milton style in Montana. Sadie shows up on her horse and is like "I need help, I've been living with Jake's friend in Valentine because the safehouse is being occupied by none other than Agent Milton as a trophy." For some reason I think it's a good idea to help her because I'm itching and bored. We have no idea where Arthur is.

So we go back to the house, which I just realized is the safehouse from Detroit: Become Human where that awesome Black lady runs the hideout. Milton is there reading the newspaper at the kitchen table and Sadie shoots him through the window, headshot, he's dead. We bury the body a ways away and celebrate and make it our home again feeling safe.

A week later, Arthur shows up, after hearing Milton was dead. Apparently Sadie is like... running Valentine instead of the O'Driscolls at this point with some kickass gal pals which is why I felt so safe. Arthur is a hot mess, he's been a gun for hire all over New Hanover like the very smart man Arthur is... /s

But we're so happy to have him back. And the peace lasts a few weeks, then Micah shows up. And were like Jesus Christ just what we need. He tells us to join his and Dutch's gang at Mount Hagen otherwise he's going to kill us there and then. He was all happy and thanking us for killing Agent Milton and the other Pinkertons after Beaver Hollow. It was gross. Micah in first person IRL in a VIVID DREAM where I could see his PORES, y'all it was nasty.

We roll our eyes and agree to join to get him out of our hair, but he takes Arthur in the kitchen area and tells us to stay put. Of course we don't stay put, Sadie notices Micah has one of those red guns to Arthur's stomach and is hissing at him about how he's a traitor and Dutch has plans for him and how he was gonna go baaaad things to Sadie. I was going to kill him after that statement, but Sadie whacked him over the head with an oil lamp that was on the kitchen table. Micah just laughs but he's covered in oil. Arthur stumbles back to the living room in shock, Sadie throws another oil lamp down from the top of the fireplace and yells at us to get outside.

Micah is laughing maniacally and the place smells of gas and I know what's about to happen. Sadie lights a match, throws it at Micah, and we all dive off the front porch before the place goes up in flames. Why she couldn't have just shot him and why she ruined our safehouse?? I don't know. We hid in the woods behind the house near Horseshoe basically and I'm missing my partner really bad, Arthur is so tired of all this he's also got gray hair and is 1911 Arthur now lol.

The next morning, our little camp is surrounded by Pinkertons and we decide to just give up and surrender. But Sadie isn't going down without a fight. The Pinkertons kill Arthur and I mourn for .2 seconds before Sadie quickdraws and shoots 3 Pinkertons. I just split into the woods during the chaos, and I hear footsteps behind me so I know it's over. But then it's silent and I hear Sadie whispering like, "Don't worry my friends in town will take care of it."

Turns out she's the new Colm O'Driscoll. I was like fucking WHAT.

So we go to Six Point Cabin and there's like 15 O'Driscolls she's bossing around and they treat her like a queen. I'm treated like a king too. Then my now ex-partner shows up and looks slightly different from IRL but he doesn't talk to me, pretends that I'm invisible and it was heartbreaking. He talks to one of the O'Driscoll guards, then turns to me and says, "I just wanted to see if you were alive. Now I see you are, and that must be unfortunate." And walks away?? I was like wtf you dick but I was wrecked.

Shortly after, the O'Driscolls protect us from the Pinkertons that show up. I hear a helicopter and I'm like "Here comes the damn drones" out loud.

And then I woke up. Writing it down, I just realized I'm pretty sure my partner was a 🐀🐀🐀

That's it, that's the dream!

[adamwatchesmovies]

Holiday Inn (1942)

For many reasons, Holiday Inn is a classic but one particular scene prevents it from being a film you'd happily watch over and over. It makes me uncomfortable for multiple reasons but I can kinda-sorta defend it in this movie because of the context in which it's used. It sounds like a weak argument but hold on, listen to what I’ve got to say before you judge. Even if the scene in particular is a deal-breaker, there's a solution.

Jim Hardy (Bing Crosby), his fiancé Lila Dixon (Virginia Dale) and Ted Hanover (Fred Astaire) are a trio of successful singer-dancers. As Jim prepares to retire from the hustle-and-bustle of non-stop performances to live on a farm with his future wife… his partners announce they have no intention of stopping and ditch him. Finding the farm life back-breaking, he converts his home into “Holiday Inn”, an entertainment venue open only on holidays and featuring elaborate dance and musical numbers. The first performer to join Jim's new troupe is Linda Mason (Marjorie Reynolds), whom he quickly falls for but is afraid to show his feelings to due to a broken heart.

Plot-wise, there’s plenty going on. After Holiday Inn is up and running, Linda catches the eye of Ted and his agent, Danny Reed (Walter Abel). They don’t know what her name is, which prompts Jim to hide her from the two and try to keep her “for himself”. It creates all sorts of drama and comedic situations between the whopping twelve original numbers featured throughout this musical. The best and most well-known is White Christmas - yes, this is where that tune comes from. It's never been better than here. The song is romantic and beautiful. Seeing it in its original context fills your heart with warmth. Overall, this is a charming, romantic story filled with sometimes insecure and often messy characters. This is one of those movies that on paper would look awful but in action, works. Big credit goes to Marjorie Reynolds, Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire, who are great together.

Now let’s address the giant stain at the center of this story; the reason why you’ll probably wind up seeing an edited version of it on TV. Once Jim realizes that Ted is searching for Linda, he is desperate to find a way to hide her from his former partner. Unfortunately, he also needs to keep his clients happy with a stage number for Lincoln’s Birthday (February 12, for those who don’t know). His solution is to run the minstrel show number Abraham. This means Crosby and Reynolds (along with the band) appear in blackface so that no one watching will recognize them. It makes your skin crawl and isn’t helped by the limited amount of dialogue given to the black actors in the film (other than Louise Beavers, there aren't any other people of colour in significant roles) but as far as uses of a racist, offensive and disrespectful form of theatrical make-up, it’s probably the least offensive version you’ll see because it's less of a "let's make fun of Black people/find a way to avoid hiring Black actors in our movie" and more of a "hey, it's ok to use this as a costume/disguise, right?". It's still not ideal, but it could've been much worse.

A standout moment in Holiday Inn has aged so poorly that it threatens to derail the entire film. The rest is a funny, romantic and entertaining holiday story. The dance numbers are outstandingly shot, staged and performed. It’s extra exciting to watch because of how few edits break up the footwork and because you know the people making those moves were really doing them. No wires or backgrounds were removed via computer effects. As for the songs, they range from pretty good to instant classics. In the end, I choose not to judge Holiday Inn for its worst scene and would rather focus on its strongest moments. If you don’t think you can, this is one instance where I would break my usual policy and recommend you view the edited-for-TV version. (On DVD, November 30, 2019)

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: Manchester United 0-3 AFC Bournemouth

Normal service has resumed. We are shit.

Manchester United were humbled by visitors Bournemouth on a rainy Saturday afternoon at Old Trafford, with defensive frailties resuming normal service aka Crisis Mode at United in the Ten Hag era as the Cherries put three past the Red Devils to the sound of boos from the rightly incensed home fans.

An early goal for Dominic Solanke put United on the back foot, but for the most part the players bounced back and began to control the tempo and dominate possession - largely due to good work in the pivot role from Sofian Amrabat.

United were unable to find a goal in the first half, and this sums up United's issues this season. We're currently on -3 goal difference. We don't score, but crucially we don't supply Højlund. Martial... well when we did try and supply him he seemed uninterested or incapable. A man lost at sea.

But Rasmus, he's a talented kid, and more is needed from our players to utilise that centre point. Not as a target man per se, but as part of a goalscoring formula whereby we stop having TWENTY SHOTS but only three on target. It's gross.

This naivety or tactical indiscipline or laziness or lack of quality... whatever we label it as, it's why United keep getting put on the back foot, and why Onana's under fire in the press when really it's just because he's under fire so much on the pitch.

Defence was always the weakness for a good, winning Ajax side, and it was always going to be an opportunity to exploit for United even on a good day. Today was not a good day. Shaw and Maguire lost Solanke for goal number one. Shaw and Reguilon failed to stop Billing for goal number two. Maguire was marking the wrong man as Senesi bagged goal number three.

The Opta stat above is a damning indictment, but so too is the stat that United have now lost more home games post-Fergie than we did under the great man himself. The state of it.

We should give credit to Bournemouth though. They played with intensity, a strong press, and utilised wingers far more effectively than United. The problem is that even that good showing from them should have been manageable for this United side. Players shouldn't repeatedly lose the man they're marking, or fail to jump properly defending aerial balls. That's before we even get to absent Scottish midfielders allergic to possession football, or petulance from other players to get themselves booked.

Ten Hag has his approach to football, but it heavily relies on playing out from the back. Only Martinez can do this, and this might be the downfall of the Dutchman and see a new manager - maybe Graham Potter? - brought in under our new owners (whenever that's announced).

This is where the Glazers should have done more to ensure suitable players were recruited and those squad members unable to play the Ten Hag way were moved on.

That's not to say there's no justified criticism of Ten Hag. We're yet to see the payoff from signing Mason Mount (admittedly, twice injured now), Onana's had a wobbly start to life at United, but also the issue of Antony. Erik wanted him, the club said no, then United lose to Brighton and Brentford and suddenly we're willing to sign him and pay Ajax twice as much as they initially wanted early in the summer when they could easily replace him... make it make sense.

This is where Sir Jim Ratcliffe and his potential hires could fix up United's woes. Strategic planning is crucial, and United as an organisation - especially under Ed Woodward - are pure Football Manager on-a-whim, wing it, yolo. That's money that could buy a new ball-playing CB to be able to play Ten Hag's brand of football and avert this panic mode defending where players are evidently uncomfortable with the style.

Time to console myself with more FM24 and escape this horrible reality. Bayern next, Liverpool after. Woo...

[silveragelovechild]

September 5 (film)

Several theater chains have “Monday Mystery Movie” where tickets are only $5 but you don’t know the titled until it starts. All they let you know the film’s rating. Last month I saw GLADIIATOR before its wide release.

Last night, there was another MMM so I decided to check it out. The film was “September 5” about the hostage taking at the 1972 Olympics at Munich. (The film will officially be released (to limited screens) on December 13, with a wider release on January 17.)

It’s an unusual movie, as it’s told entirely from the perspective of the news crew at ABC’s broadcast center near the Olympic Village. Nearly every scene is within the control room and adjoining offices, yet the movie never felt claustrophobic.

The story is told primarily from the perspective of Geoff Mason, a producer for ABC sports. Shortly after he arrives at the studio control booth near the Olympic Village, machine gunshots are heard, and the sporting events planned for the day are replaced with live coverage of a hostage situation. Mason and his sports news team need to quickly step up to cover what will be an historic and tension filled news day.

I remember the event but not the details. I was surprised how well the movie built and maintained a suspenseful atmosphere.

Mason is played by John Magaro, a character actor you’ve probably seen a dozen times. And he handles this starring role well, leading the assemble. Another standout is Leonie Benesch who plays Marianne Gebhardt, a German member of the ABC crew. She becomes indispensable when she’s the only one who can quickly translate incoming news reports.

There’s one aspect of the film I wish had been done differently. Benjamin Walker plays Peter Jennings, a reporter who would later become the face of ABC news. He appears a few times in the control booth but mostly gives first hand news accounts by telephone. But Jim McKay, the ABC sports anchor is depicted entirely with archival footage (and a few shots of a body double from behind). This limited the scenes McKay could be involved with, and he never interacted with other characters. Since this wasn’t a documentary, McKay should have been played by an actor, just as Jennings was.

A minor point is that I wish during the closing credits the film had included some details about the hostages (photos, names, etc).

I give the movie a solid 4 out of 5. But I need to let it percolate in my mind to possibly bump it up to 4.5.

NOTE:

In 1999, the documentary “One Day in September” received the Academy Award for Best Documentary feature.

In 2005, Steven Spielberg directed “Munich” - it was a fictionalized account of Israeli assassins tracking down and killing the terrorists who participated in the attack.

[bongaboi]

St. Peter's: 2023-24 Metro Atlantic Men's Basketball Champions

ATLANTIC CITY – They’re back!

Two years after Saint Peter’s made its inspiring run to the NCAA Tournament’s Elite Eight, the tiny school from Jersey City returns to March Madness looking to regain its Cinderella status.

The Peacocks punched their ticket with a 68-63 win over Fairfield in Saturday night’s MAAC Tournament championship game at Jim Whelan Boardwalk Hall, emerging as the No. 5 seed with its third win in as many days.

Sophomore forward Corey Washington led the way with 24 points, at the Peacocks won their fifth MAAC title overall, and their second in three years.

Saint Peter’s is the team that started New Jersey’s recent run of shocking postseason performances, the first of three New Jersey schools to advance against long odds, with Princeton reaching the Elite Eight a year ago, when FDU won two games at a No. 16 seed, including a takedown of top-seeded Purdue.

Now, with Mason having replaced Shaheen Holloway, now the Seton Hall boss, and just one player, MAAC Defensive Player of the Year Latrell Reid, who finished with nine points, remaining on the Peacocks’ roster from two years ago, they head back to the Big Dance.

The Peacocks now wait to find out their next opponent when the 68-team field is announced Sunday night. They figure to be a 16 seed and could end up in the First Four in Dayton, perhaps against NEC champs Wagner, coached by Donald Copeland, a former assistant coach to Saint Peter’s head coach Bashir Mason at Wagner. If they are in the main draw, it could mean a rematch with Purdue, who they beat in the Sweet 16 two years ago, or Houston or North Carolina.

Defense makes difference After Saint Peter’s built a 61-54 lead, Fairfield rallied with a steal and score by Jalen Leach and a drive by Brycen Goodine to make it 61-58 with 1:39 to play. Washington then missed the front-end of a one-and-one, with Fairfield getting a score from Goodine on a drive to pull within a point with 1:16 left.

When Washington went back to the line shooting two, he sank two to make it a 63-60 game with 1:07 on the clock.

It then came down to the Saint Peter’s defense, which came into the game ranked 12th nationally, getting a stop, with Marcus Randolph getting fouled on the defensive rebound with 50.9 left. He made one of two from the line to make it a two-possession game at 64-60.

Caleb Field then scored on a drive and was fouled for Fairfield, completing the three-point play with 39.9 seconds left. Clarke was fouled and made two free throws with 15.1 seconds. Fairfield’s Jasper Floyd missed a jumper at the other end, with Washington getting fouled with 2.9 seconds left, hitting both free throws to seal the win.

After going down 29-19, the Peacocks rallied with a quick 6-0 run, pulling within four points on a pair of free throws by Marcus Randolph with 1:53 left. But a Yetna tip-in put the Stags up 32-25 at halftime, with Yetna leading all scorers with 10 points over the opening 20 minutes.

Then Washington took over, scoring six straight points, with the final two coming after he blocked a shot at one end and took the ball coast-to-coast for the score, giving the Peacocks a 49-44 lead. It stretched to 52-46 on a triple by Clarke with 7:40 left.

[shadowsong26x]

image description: a newspaper clipping

Christmas Longings

What Some People Would Accept With Pleasure

Wallie Coons--A sweet-heart. Mace Townsley--A copy-book. Hal Ensminger--Telephone subscribers. A. F. Ramsey--A traction line. C. J. Reimann--Men for dinner. Dr. Dennis--Deputy coronship. D. W. Gerard--More Ben Hurs. Ab Jones--Special envoy to Port Arthur. M. M. Nye--The postoffice again. J. R. Bonnell--An "organ." Rank Walkup--One more Republican vote. Walter Hulet--Something I want. L. A. Foote--Another Masonic body to join. Wm. M. White--Man wanting insurance. J. J. Insley--A 2:05 pacer. George Graham--A moment's rest. Lee Warner--An automobile. Ed Townsley--A cow and calf. Louis Bischof--1000 new customers. Albert Miller--A shot-gun. Mark Hays--More coal orders. Ed Rice--Permission to sing. Charley Gilbert--Chance to get even. John Warbritton--Good camping weather. J. C. Hutchinson--Another World's Fair. Dr. Morgan--Union township commissioner. Carl Scott--Another pony. Sid Warner--A bull dog. Ed Brewer--Police judge. James Inlow--Another campaign. Frank McCalip--A job in the legislature. John L. Davis--A fair director. Judge West--A bass bite. Ben Carman--Second nomination. Taylor Thompson--Harmony. Sheriff McCullough--A farm. Will Robb--A clam bake. John Glover--A deputy. Jim Harding--Old "Jim." Walter Breaks--Pay for election meals. Dumont Kennedy--Olden Times. Hannibal Trout--A rest. W. Q. O'Neall--A flood. Ed Dennis--Non-exploding furnace. Geo. Warson--To remain. John Mount--Jan. 1, 1906. Ed Voris--A quiet Sunday.

~ The Star, Crawfordsville, Indiana; December 10, 1904

Happy Holidays to those who are having a holiday and Happy Wednesday to those who aren't.

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Reassurance

Pairing: Xavier Plympton x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: sometimes you just need a little reassurance

“Hey,” Xavier rolls over, to look at her in the dark. She’s lying on her back, and though he can’t see her face, he knows that she’s awake, and she’s thinking. He reaches for her but she pulls away. “What’s wrong?” he asks confused. 

“Do you love me Xav?” she asks him. 

“Yes?” he says with surprise. “What’s going on?” she sighs and puts her hands behind her head. “Talk to me.” he says, sitting up on his elbow. She turns her head so their eyes meet. 

“I don’t….I don’t feel like this is going anywhere,” genuine fear streaks through him, he can feel it churn in his stomach. “I just don’t feel like you’re really into me-”

“I am.” he says quickly, touching her face gently. “Believe me. I am.” 

“But how do I know that for sure? You don’t tell me, you aren’t very affectionate and I know that’s not your fault….I just feel like an annoyance I guess...Like you only stay with me out of pity-” he kisses her, pressing his lips against hers hard, trying to kiss all the fear and confusion away from the both of them. 

“What do you want me to say?” he whispers before kissing her again, “I love the way you look in the morning, when the sun shines in here and you’re just waking up. I love when your hair is a mess and I love watching you tame it.” he takes her hands in his and holds them against his lips, she stays quiet, unsure of what to say. “I love watching you cook, and I love it when you try to teach me, even though I’m a hopeless case,” she giggles, glad he can’t see her face in the dark. 

“I love your body. Your curves, the way your muscles move in your skin. I love how delicate your hands are, I could kiss the pads of your fingers all day.” he does just that. “I love the way you say my name, I love when you moan it, when you whisper it, when you speak it. You make me feel like the only person in the room. The only one who matters.” He pushes his leg between hers, intertwining their legs together. 

“I love your smile. When I’ve had a bad day, coming home and seeing that...it makes everything alright, I know I can leave all the anger and frustrations of the day outside the door, because I’m home. I’m with you and that’s all that matters at that point. I love the way you touch me, the caress of your hand, the warmth of your mouth. You can get me to do anything you want me to if you kiss me. I’m all yours.” 

“I love that you listen to me. You want to hear about my day, about my past. You want me to let you in. And even though I fought that and resisted it, you broke through and now I can’t think of ever living without you. I don’t want to ever live without you. You Y/N L/N are my person. You are my rock. The one being in this whole fucked up world that I can count on. And that means a lot to me. I’ll never tolerate you. I’ll never take you for granted. I just want to love you. But you have to teach me. You have to show me how and tell me what you want….I’ll be anything you want.” 

She can feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him. She buries her face in his chest, sobbing as he smooths his fingers through her hair and rubs her back. She feels safe, she feels content. 

“I love you….so much Xavier. I would die for you.” he wipes the tears from her face and kisses her nose softly. 

“Shhh. Don’t say that. You’ll never have to worry about something like that. Just stay with me. Please. I need you. I promise. I’ll be more open. I’ll tell you everyday. How special you are. How important you are. Just don’t leave me.” his voice cracks, this is the most intimate and sacred moment they have ever had. She’ll keep this conversation in her heart forever. 

“I won’t leave you.” she kisses him and can feel his own tears against her lips. “I’ll never leave you. I promise.” 

[ahs-requests]

i saw this somewhere on Tumblr (i think it was a blurb) of Jim using your boobs as pillows and i need something that starts with that and leads to some light smut pLease

if anyone knows where this originated from pls comment so i can cred😌

Pairing: jim mason x fem!reader

Warnings: nsfw, dry humping, female masturbation, squirting, love confession.

WC: 1.1k

Jim laid on your chest after requesting you to remove your bra. He loved to use your unconfined boobs as his pillows whenever you two would sleep in his bed. His head rested on your chest as he scrolled through his phone screen, liking a few pictures on his social media pages. “Okay,” you grunted, “I think that’s enough now, you’re too heavy.”

He lifted up his head and looked up at you, his blue eyes were glossed over as he was coming down from his high. “But you’re so comfortable, babe,” he smiled. He leaned up and kissed you, deeply. He massaged his lips with yours, intently sucking on your kiss and tasting the vanilla lip balm you put on earlier. His kisses were slow and deep, Jim always savoured you.

He kissed your neck, your collarbone, then the small part of your chest that was exposed. You were wearing a thin pajama top that did a poor job of hiding what your naked chest looked like. Jim grabbed a hold onto your boob, squeezing it in his greedy hand and kissing where your nipple pointed through the fabric. “I’m sorry if I hurt you, baby,” he said sweetly.

His light blue eyes never left yours as he kissed you and made you squirm. His cold hands grabbed your tits through the dingy, nearly see-through, fabric and pushed them together. He peppered your boobs in kisses, wetting your shirt with each hasty peck. You moaned as he began sucking on your hard nipples through the shirt. He circled his tongue around the nubs and lightly tugged them with his teeth, coaxing a gasp out of you.

Jim got on top of you, threading one of his legs between yours as he continued licking up your clothed tits and sucking your nipples. You wished that there wasn’t a piece of cloth separating his contact, but he’s always been a tease with you. It’s crazy how many times he’s made you come without even undressing you.

He gripped your tits in his hands and began grinding his hips against you, his thigh rubbed against your sensitive clit. “Come on, Jimmy,” you cried. Your eyes begged him for more, but you’d never get used to his sexual torture.

He paused for a moment. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his thigh still pressed against your core. You could practically feel your heartbeat in your clit, you couldn’t get him to stop now. You shook your head no to him and he kneaded his thigh into your hot cunt again, completely wetting your shorts.

He climbed over you; his lips met yours with passion again. You sighed into his kiss as he continued rubbing against you. You could feel his cock getting stiffer by the minute through his board shorts and he accidentally let a few low groans slip from his lips.

Jim kept giving you open-mouthed kisses, using his tongue to play with yours and colliding your lips together to suffocate your moans. The two of you had to be quiet, you didn’t want anyone in the house to hear you.

He looked down at his leg that had been rubbing you out. You’ve left a streak of your slick on him and he groaned softly, connecting your lips together again. “You’re so fucking wet for me,” he whispered into your mouth, “that’s so hot.”

You smiled against his kiss and felt his hand start to travel down your body. It scraped over the wet shirt, down your exposed tummy, straight to your shorts. He rubbed your clit in circles over your shorts; he could feel how wet you made them from such short stimulation.

You sighed at the contact, slowly raising your hips and gyrating against his hand. You felt your pussy getting wetter by the second and the pulsing getting more intense with each tiny movement. You were so eager for more, springing your hips up and rubbing his hand over your throbbing cunt. He parted from your lips to look down and watch your desperation, watch how quickly he’s disheveled you just from a light touch. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispered.

You put your hand over Jim’s and pushed him into you even harder. Your drenched shorts nearly gave in, wedging between your folds and nearly exposing your bare cunt. His ocean eyes watched you give into your animal instincts and fuck yourself against his hand as if your life depended on it. He watched and he loved every second of it.

“I’m so close, Jimmy,” you whined. Your legs were trembling, eyes watering, and all your muscles clenched. You must’ve looked like a mess, but Jim seemed to adore you anyways.

“I know, baby,” he breathed. He rubbed his hand against you harder and faster, his other hand pushed some of your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t speak in a matter of seconds; Jim knew you too well. He knew exactly what to do to make you come. He leaned into your lips, giving a small kiss before parting and leaving you begging for more. “Come for me?” he whispered. “Come on, baby, I know you can.”

“Ngh, you’re so good,” you moaned. You bite your lip, holding back on screaming out his name. He saw your trepidation and leaned down to kiss you, drinking down the limitless moans pouring out of you.

His hand fucked you relentlessly, pacing over your ripened, swollen clit and not slowing until you give him the green light. You bit down on his lip, feeling the ecstasy start to take control of your body. Your breath got caught in your throat and you arched your back, keeping your desirous eyes on him as he completely liberated you.

Your pussy spasmed under his touch, every nerve twitched with each slight movement until your cunt spilled all over his bed. Your juices squirted and spritzed on his hand through the pathetic material that your shorts were made of. You finally let out a deep sigh and relaxed onto his bed. “Fuck, that was good,” you breathed, finally feeling utter serenity.

He kept his hand on your cunt, his other hand gently caressed your cheek as he propped himself over you again. “You’re such a dirty girl all for me,” he said quietly. You put your hand on the back of his neck and sat up slightly to kiss him again. You tried forcing your tongue into his mouth when he placed a hand on your chest and pushed you back onto the bed. “I fucking love you.”

[hecohansen31]

We all know Jim is a party boy ! Getting drunk, dancing, having fun, when his shy gf prefers to stay at home. She is fine with it, if he is careful. She is mostly scared about all the beautiful girls around him, and when she sees pictures of him with one of them sitting on him on ig, she just wants to cry. (of course, nothing happened, but after that, everytime he sends a text, smile at a girl or go out with friends, she gets ideas)

(A/N): Hello there, sweetie!

I hope you’ll like this! 

I have a strange love-hate relationship with jealousy so if I didn’t write this amazingly just ask me again and I’ll try to do better!

Ahhh haven’t I missed my sweetheart Jimmy?

WARNINGS: Jealousy, Introvert! Reader, Mention of Drugs/Making Out/Insecurities.

You had never been jealous, before Jimmy.

But at the same time, you had never had someone like Jimmy in your life, someone who you cared to the point that it hurt you in any way possible to think of him with another girl, which happened even more frequently than you might think, since Jimmy seemed to be constantly in a crowd.

It was what differentiated you from him: you were shy, and as much as you were also in crowds you couldn’t stand them for longer than a few minutes, preferring the calmness of being outside of them, not always on your own, but in smaller groups than Jim’s.

You didn’t approve of his friends but hadn’t told him anything: you didn’t want to seem irrational and alongside this, the jealousy you felt was something you had to work on your own.

There wouldn’t come anything good from forbidding Jim to hang out with girls, but it still pained you to know that he was out with all those pretty and outgoing girls, constantly hanging on his lips.

It was unfair how gorgeous and popular Jimmy was.

It made you question why he chose someone like you.

A little asocial introvert with her passion for sea at night and collecting shells.

And sometimes insecurity just got the best of you.

You usually tried to hang out with Jimmy’s friends, both to keep an eye out on your boy and both to try to spend time together doing what Jimmy wanted, since although Fridays usually were his thing to choose, you had all the weekend to decide.

That Friday you hadn’t just felt like going out, the gym lesson had kicked your ass and a meeting with your friends had completely drained all your social energies and in the end had felt like going out with Jimmy would have just ruined your mood.

But you didn’t know it could be ruined further, as you scrolled through the stories, coming up with one from a girl of your high school, Heather, Jimmy’s ex-girlfriend, although they had spent simply a date together.

In the small video there was what looked like an idiotic game of pressing the cards between your lips and passing them, innocent enough, hadn’t Heather accidentally dropped it and proceeded to enact the punishment for such a gesture, on the boy to her side.

Kissing Jimmy on the lips.

He looked flustered and even protested, pushing away the girl without too much attention for her as she tried to deepen the kiss, mumbling embarrassed ‘I have a girlfriend’.

But you quickly closed the app, after that, too shocked to mumble anything or to even feel anything, you just threw the phone away across the room and gently collected yourself, pushing your crossed arms onto your chest as your legs came closer to you, in a fetal position in which you felt frozen.

Tears flew down your cheeks and you couldn’t help but try to choke back a few sobs, well aware of your parents in the next room, and as your mother came to check on you before she went out to a theatre piece with your father, you faked of being asleep, snoring lightly.

Alone it all felt even worse, your entire body overthinking, unable to think about anything else than what you saw as it conjured imagines of Jimmy cheating on you with Heather, and although you couldn’t help but feel irrational, the thoughts didn’t stop.

Eventually you tired yourself out, enough to fall in a deep slumber and were woken up by rocks being thrown at your window, with enough force that you felt almost under attack, immediately dragging your body under the bed as you tried to understand whether an earthquake was going on or… somebody was seriously throwing rocks at your window.

And there was actually somebody who was throwing rocks at your window.

You came at the window, thinking about the extreme remote option that your parents had forgotten keys, as your phone again flashed a message, Jim’s name on it.

‘Hey, can I come over? The party is boring’.

‘Miss you’.

‘Babe, is everything alright?’.

‘Don’t ignore me babe’.

‘Ok I am coming over’.

‘(Y/N) why don’t you answer my calls?’.

‘Baaaaabbbbeeee’.

You couldn’t help but blush at the messages, your heart being comforted by your boyfriend’s childish antics.

But was he still your boyfriend?

You couldn’t help but feel a pang of pain in your chest, but still came to the window more to actually get the boy from under your house, worried that your neighbors might call the police on him.

You answered the incoming calls that he started as he saw you standing at the window.

“Hi” you answered breathily, and you could see his smirk from all the way up there.

“Hey Juliet” he beamed at you “… can I come inside? Your parents aren’t home, right?”.

You wanted to reject him, maybe to make him understand what you constantly felt when he would pull you aside for his friends, but that wouldn’t have been very grown up, and as much as you didn’t feel like staying with him, you felt like pushing him away might make him run further away from you.

But he could already feel that something wasn’t ok, as you came to open the door for him.

He could probably feel that you were cold and pushed him away at any chance you could, as you both sat down on the sofa comfortably separated by a wall of pillow.

Still Jimmy tried to brighten the atmosphere talking about the party.

‘… and Ethan has this new trick, you should have seen him’ but your gaze was unfocused, but he tried to keep it on, thinking you were solely annoyed or tired ‘… and then Heather…’.

“… oh, I saw that you had fun with Heather” it came out of your mouth quicker than you had thought, and you couldn’t eat back, surprised by your own outburst.

Jimmy stilled beside you and then slowly turned to you, surprised by your outburst as you adjusted yourself to face away from him, as you faked not having said anything.

But Jimmy didn’t let you down that easily.

“How do you know?” the way he immediately went on the defensive said got on your nerves.

“Instagram, I saw her stories! Thank God that I did, or you wouldn’t have ever talked about it”.

“What?! No! I would have, but I didn’t think… I didn’t want to kiss her”.

“But you did!” this was all you could say, turning to him with all the anger and jealous you had always held back “… you let her kiss you! Not only when I was away… and not seeing you, but…”.

“It was a stupid game!” he replied, and you had enough, immediately raising yourself up on your legs.

“Isn’t that what our entire relationship is to you!” you shouted back and then before he could reply you ran away, your anger getting the best of you, although you were well aware you were acting immaturely.

You pushed the door against your back, to close it, slumping against it as you felt tears flowing on your face, hiding it between your knees as your lungs screamed in pain through the sobs.

It was all too noisy, enough to make you almost unable to hear Jim coming onto your stairs, slowly and almost with uncertainty, knocking without too much conviction, trying till it got to you attention and his voice spoke softly.

“(Y/N)… I… don’t meant to… can we talk?”.

“Go away, Jimmy! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk with you?”.

“(Y/N)” this time his tone was uncertain anymore, it was desperate, roughing up its edges “… please… you don’t have to open, just listen to me”.

You wanted nothing more than to shout at him against, but something in his words froze you and his silence was an answer enough for him.

“… I didn’t mean to kiss Heather, I know that I can’t convince you of this, but believe me I didn’t want her, I don’t want her, and I never will love her”.

Your sobs lightly stopped, as you calmed down, hearing his words but you were still weary.

“… I… didn’t like being at that party, I don’t like it when we aren’t together, it physically pains me” he was now slumped against the door exactly like you, his tone lightly growing more quiet and shier “… I… was gloated into doing it…”.

“Oh, wait did they hold a gun to your head?” you asked annoyedly, but your tone wasn’t as angry as it was before.

“You know what I meant” he mumbled, and you felt him turning with his face to the door, as if he could whisper the rest of this thoughts against the wood “…I don’t know what I would be without you, you are the only person with who I can feel myself, truly, without drugs or alcohol, you are the only reason why I am still here, and I’ll be for ever damned if I just let you run away, because I did a stupid thing”.

Silence went through you, as you moved closer to the door, desperately trying to destroy the barriers that were between you and him, but at the same time unsure if your heart could take another painful hit.

“… although I know that you might not believe it, I love you more than anything and to know you so hurt, it pains my own heart” his hand gently set itself up on the wooden door, searching your skin, mimicking the same position of your hand “… and I won’t ever forgive myself if this is what breaks us apart”.

The door slightly opened, you didn’t show your face, but let your hands appear onto his threshold, your back turned to Jimmy, but he reached out for your hand all the same.

Maybe all the heartache of the world was worthy with him.

[queencocoakimmie]

Masterlist

Completed

*Wink (Michael Langdon) 

Part 1:  The Beginning

Part 2: Michael

Part 3: Lilith

Part 4: Awakening

Part 5: Blood Bound

Part 6: Apocalypse

*At the End of the World (Michael Langdon) 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

* Just Us (Jim Mason) 

One Shot

 *Forever (Jim Mason) 

One Shot

All Hallow's Eve (Michael Langdon)

One Shot

Before Dawn (Xavier Plympton)

One Shot

 Only You (Duncan Shepherd)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 *Teaser

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Work in Progress

The Following (Jim Mason)

Part One

 The Antichrist and I (A Michael Langdon One Shot)

Part One

My Sisters Are Legion (Cordelia Goode)

 Part One