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spilledkauffie · 4 years ago

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Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably.

“So. . . tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

Returning to shaking his head and the glass bottle, he paused after settling the bottle on the table. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about anything actually as old as him. He’d been pretty good at keeping up with the times, a lot of things he knew just got an upgrade, but the thought of something from his actual childhood felt a little heartwarming.

“Okay,” you declared, reentering the room with a stack of vintage boxes in your arms that made Bucky lean back in his chair out of shock, “here we are.”

His jaw dropped a little at what you had brought out as you set the stack on the table. Watching you take a deep breath and exhale with a smirk, he shook his head, this time silently asking “how?” You set your hands atop the stack, rapping your fingers across the top box as you smiled again.

Smoothing your hands out across the box top, you cleared your throat, “no peeking,” bringing Bucky’s attention entirely to you.

“Option number one,” you held up the rectangular shape with severely faded letters across it, “Scrabble, released 1938.” The box very gently met the table, “option number two,” you looked at him attempting not to giggle as you saw him cross his arms over his chest, genuinely listening to you intently, “Sorry! released 1934, Battleship, original pen and paper game,” you clarified, he lifted his eyebrows, impressed, “and last but not least, Monopoly, released 1935.”

“Wow, you uh- you really did your research,” he commented, looking over the stack of authentically vintage boxes.

“Of course,” you shrugged with a smile, “my boyfriend’s 106, if I want to bring back some childhood nostalgia, that requires some research. . . and late hour ebay bidding in our case.”

He nodded, a faint smile showing, before it faded with his next words, “I hope you didn’t do too much research on me,” he looked up, hand resting on Monopoly.

You calmly slid down into the seat across from him and stared with a kind smile still on your lips, reaching to touch his hand, you stroked your thumb against his knuckles, “I’m more of a first hand account, direct source, kind of girl when it comes to people,” the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

You knew, just not everything, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to have another living soul know it all quite yet. Luckily, you were someone who seemed to actually understand that.

“Or,” you announced, lifting a pointer finger, as if requesting a pause whilst you went to a nearby drawer, returning with a much smaller box, “we can get really really old school, even for you” the box met the table top, “standard 52 card deck, English edition, circa 1516. . .obviously not original.”

Bucky chuckled, looking to you, tonguing his cheek, before picking up the cards, “I hate to tell you, but that’s just a little before my time,” he squinted at you, teasingly.

Biting your lip, your shoulders shifted with the giggle that came after his comment, “so, come on,” you sat back down, this time with your elbows on the table and hands laced, to support your resting chin on top of them, “what should I beat your butt in?”

“Oh,” Bucky, attempting to appear insulted, began raising his eyebrows, “you think?”

“Yeah,” you laughed your words while looking at his serious face, “I think, better yet, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know where you get your confidence from. You know you are talking to a local senior Bingo night champion,” he shrugged with a head tilt, as if that was supposed to be a big deal.

“Woooow,” you drew out, smiling uncontrollably.

“But,” he sighed, “okay,” he shook his head once, accepting your challenge, “let’s go, you’re on! Monopoly,” he brought the box towards himself as you set the others on the floor next to your chair.

You watched as he picked up the little metal pieces, examining each one individually. There was an expression you’d never seen before, he was remembering something positive from his past. A memory that sparked a smile that you helped bring about. He surveyed the board, with all its bright colours and familiar street names.

“It’s been-” he paused, looking upward, doing the math in his head, “it’s been 85 years since I played this game,” setting each piece he stopped at the boat, laughing to himself, “you know, Steve used to always be the battleship.”

A soft smile came across your lips, while you watched him remember exactly how to set it up. You picked the Scottie dog and he picked the vintage race car piece.

“Were you always the race car?” you ventured, wanting to know more about his childhood, you knew he didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh,” he glanced to the piece he had just naturally picked up without a thought, “yeah, well, I think,” he gave a quick, but somber smile, before clearing his throat, and actually looking up, “and my sister, whenever she’d actually manage to get mom and dad to let her stay up with us, she’d always be the thimble,” he leaned back in his chair, smiling, “whenever it was her turn to move she’d put it on her finger and hop it down the street names.” He leaned back to the table, “we never made her go to jail, even if she landed on it, Steve would make up some rule that let her skip it.”

“That’s really sweet of you guys,” you said, looking softly at his smile.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “but don’t think you can skip jail,” he changed his tone, preferring not to dwell on the past even if it was positive.

“Don’t think I’ll be visiting,” you smirk confidently, “better watch out for the money man yourself.”

“Wow, who is this?” he dropped his jaw, “she’s so sarcastic, does Yori know this side of you? Do you sneak jellybeans under the table or something evil like that?”

Laughing, you took your root-beer, “just give me my $1,500 so the smack down can actually begin.”

Two hours later, after a long battle between Boardwalk, control over the railroads, and many, many visits to jail, you sat back, lips quirked, arms across your chest as your little Scottie sat in jail.

“And three thousand, six hundred, and five. . . I’m sorry, but that leaves you,” Bucky set his elbows on the table, wincing at you, “bankrupt.”

“Fine,” you huffed jokingly, giving your best pout,“you win.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Bucky reached out a hand to touch your forearm comfortingly, accompanied by a smile you couldn’t deny.

“You wanna go again?” You offered seriously, resting your hand on top of his tenderly, happy to see him so happy.

“It was really fun, but let’s play something else, this time you pick,” he offered.

Breaking into a smile, you gave a nod, and he asked what you had in mind. It took a moment, you wanted to make this good, and you wanted to see it be a little more of a struggle for him, if you were honest.

“You know, I know it’s later than your. . .original timeline, but there’s this fantastic game called Twister,” you smirked, perking an eyebrow to ask if he was up for it.

“Twister?” He repeated you, tilting his head like a confused puppy, “what’s Twister?”

“I’ll show you, but,” you glanced over to your small apartment living room, “we might need to arrange the furniture a little.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky stood, “I can handle that.”

Smiling, you stand, “okay, just push it all to one side, I’ll get the game.”

Ten minutes later, shoeless, you both stood looking over the polka dotted sheet on the floor. Nodding happily to yourself, Bucky shook his head almost in fear.

“Make sense?” You asked, having just explained the very simple rules, you turned to face him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked,” he sighed, shouldering off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch along with his glove, “yeah, it makes sense,” he set his hands on his hips, pondering this new game intently.

“Okay, you first,” you held up the spinning arrow, and began.

One hand and foot at a time, sometimes struggling to reach the spinner, but you both made it work pretty well. Having kept to one side of the sheet, it came time to get a smidge more twisted.

Bucky managed to keep balanced and spin a green dot with his left arm, conveniently it placed him right over you. As he began to reach for green, he carefully calculated how best to approach the green dot in order to keep his balance. It was a pretty far reach and he’d need to balance himself whilst reaching over you.

“What’s the matter old man, can’t quite move like you used to?” you shamelessly giggled.

Raising his eyebrows at your tone, “ohhh, wow,” Bucky said sincerely, finally placing his left arm over you and to a green dot, now above you he tilted his head sassily, “respect your elders.”

His last sentence only made your giggle turn into a genuine laugh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back a little. Admittedly, Bucky thought it was funny too, but he didn’t laugh, he just took in your smile and the sound of your laugh, enjoying every single moment of it.

When you brought your head back up, you were about to respond sassily, but instead you found his lips meeting yours. With a small squeak of surprise, you relaxed into the kiss, glad that he was finally confident enough with you to take a chance now and then. He tasted like vanilla root beer, which mixed wonderfully with the scent of his cologne you were finally close enough to smell.

It was soft and slow at first, but slowly, with his right hand palming the arch of your back, you eased into his touch, lower back almost meeting the floor as you both sunk down a little. You completely forgot about the game, as you reached your arms around his neck gently. Keeping the kiss close, you felt him hesitate to deepen it, so you gave him a small sign of encouragement, by moving your hand to the side of his neck, naturally bringing him even closer.

You had no idea how long you’d been there, on that polka dot sheet, but it was such bliss that you didn’t even care. Smiling into the kiss, you felt him smile back.

Parting, he pressed his forehead to yours, “I win,” he whispered, lips in a smile.

“What?” was all you could ask, still mesmerised by the kiss.

Bucky motioned his head to his left arm which happened to have been keeping the two of you steady. . . all the while remaining on the green dot. You dropped your arms from around his neck, to the floor, elbows supporting you as you looked up at him, shaking your head.

“That does not count, Bucky,” you tried not to smile as he kept his arm as still as possible.

“What? But my hand’s still on green,” he dramatically gestured to it, making you bite your lip to repress a giggle, trying to match his seriousness.

Shoving his chest directly above you, he feigned an ‘ow!’ before you softly pull him closer again.

“If I kiss you are you gonna hit me again?”

You smirk, “I might if you don’t.”

Bucky smiled, lips almost touching yours, “alright, sorry,” he smiled, voice almost a whisper as his lips brushed against yours, “I’m still learning the rules to this game.”

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free-pool-trash · 4 years ago

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all i want for christmas - isaac lahey

Hey crew! Happy holidays my loves 💓 whether you celebrate or not i hope you’re having a wonderful week! Here’s something a lil festive ;)

Enjoy + let me know what you think💓

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none :) just fluff

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It was that time of year again. The most stressful, crazed, chaotically wonderful time of the year. Of course, it was the annual McCall pack Christmas party.

The one occasion in which there was absolutely no getting out of, whether you were in Beacon Hills or not. The only day of the year where every single member of the pack would get to see each other all at the same time.

Since graduating from High School you’d all gone your separate ways, living your own lives and fulfilling your respective destinies.

Since you’d seen your beloved pack last, you’d been contently living a quiet life in a small town in England. It was pretty sweet, you lived in a spacey cottage and worked in a very quaint bakery. It was safe to say that being a werewolf in a tiny cottagecore village was a lot easier, and entirely less stressful, than being a werewolf in Beacon Hills.

But, as they all say; home is where the heart is.

Because you lived across the world, the Christmas party was the only chance you got to see the majority of your dearest friends, so you always kept the date.

Every year without fail since the pack had formed, December 23rd, Christmas eve eve, was strictly reserved for festive supernatural celebrations.

It had been a long day of airport lines, connecting flights and luggage collections but you were finally sitting in a cab on your way to Derek Hale’s loft.

There was always the unspoken dress code of “way fancier than you need to be” at these parties, it was a code that yourself and Lydia in particular took very seriously. Even if that meant slipping into a little black dress, your favourite pair of heels, applying a full face of makeup and doing your hair in an airport bathroom.

Which for you, was the reality. But regardless, you looked hot as hell.

The cab driver’s sleavy glances at you through the rear view mirror only confirmed the fact.

“Christmas party?” The middle aged man asked, looking at you more intently than the road.

“Mhm.” You replied, faking a sincere smile.

He let out a low whistle from between his thin chapped lips and rose an ungroomed eyebrow, “Someone there you’re trying to impress?”

Now that was the golden question. With a forced chuckle you brought your gaze to rest on the crescent moon glowly in the black sky.

There was someone there that you wanted to impress, as a matter of fact.

It was one of those fickle things. A will-they-won’t-they of epic proportions and it had been going on since junior year of high school. Sure, everyone loves a slow burn, Stiles and Lydia are a perfect example of this.

However, your fire seemed to be taking its sweet time catching alight.

Shaking the thoughts away you let out an exhausted sigh, “Unfortunately, yeah. There is someone I’m trying to impress.”

The cab driver let out a chuckle, “If ya ask me, if however it is doesn’t have to pick their jaw up off of the floor after seeing you they are a fool.” He told you, not trying to hide the looks of approval he was giving the neckline of your dress very obviously.

You couldn’t stop the booming laugh that left your painted lips at his statement, he was such a creep but he was definitely onto something.

“Who knows maybe this will be the year.” You said through a laugh. The driver nodded his head and then exclaimed cockily as he, thankfully, pulled up to Derek’s complex, “Yeah, and if not, you know where to find me.”

Trying your very best to contain your laughter at the man before you, you wordlessly got out of the car, grabbing your suitcase, which was full of presents, from the trunk.

“Merry Christmas, beautiful!” He called jovially through the passenger side window, you looked over your shoulder and gave him your best fake smile, “You too.”

As you began towards the building's entrance you lowered your tone, muttering a quiet, “Creep.” Under your breath.

The sound of suitcase wheels dragging against the concrete pavement echoed through an empty lobby area as you made your way to the rickety old elevator, trust Derek to buy the entire building but choose the loft on the top floor.

A bell sounded when the elevator finally arrived, you stepped inside and waited patiently for the contraption to carry you to the top floor.

When it arrived you could hear Christmas music booming from behind the huge sliding metal door that separated the loft from the hallway, there was a lot of excited chatter inside the loft so you assumed you were the last to arrive. Fashionably late.

Just as you were about to pull the door open, you paused and pulled out your phone, opening the camera and giving yourself one last look over. The status hadn’t changed since the airport, you still looked hot as hell.

Disregarding the anxious butterflies fluttering around your stomach, you took a deep intake of breath and plastered a genuine smile on your red lips and opened the door.

“Hello my darlings!” You made your presence known with an over the top false British accent as the pack turned to see who had just arrived. The second their eyes landed on you the whole room exploded with excitement.

Lydia squealed in delight, rushing up to you and pulling you into a tight hug. Your arms wrapped around her tightly and your smile widened when she began swaying you excitedly in her arms before pulling away. The strawberry blonde held you at arm's length, her eyes scanning you from head to toe then fixing you with a knowing smirk.

“Cute dress. Who is that little number for?” She teased menacingly, raising an eyebrow as if she didn’t already know the answer.

You’d missed her little games, but that didn’t mean you’d forgotten how to play along since you’d seen her last. You put your hand over your heart and looked at her dreamily, your horrible imitation of a British accent returning, “Why it’s all for you my love.”

It was then that Stiles broke the two of you apart saying, “Y/n, you’re my best friend and we share a lot of things but I’m afraid my girlfriend is not one of them.”

With a disappointed sigh, you shot your best girl friend a wink, “Forbidden love.”

“Shut up and gimme a hug already, God.” Stiles said in an exasperated tone, but the huge grin on his face betrayed his voice as he wrapped his lanky arms around you.

“Hey Sty.” You giggled, reciprocating his hug. When he pulled away you noticed the rest of the pack were now crowding around you at the door.

Scott stood like an excited puppy waiting to get to you and the second you laid eyes on him you felt excitement burst within you.

With a huge smile on your face you threw your arms around his shoulders, squealing happily as the alpha lifted and spun you around in his hold. It felt so good to be with wolves again, you already felt stronger.

“I’ve missed you!” You told him, your feet pressed back on the ground. Scott’s smile was so bright as he exclaimed, “You too! You’re the only one I haven’t seen since last year! How are you? Are you doing okay on your own? How’s England?” He fired out in the brotherly way he usually did, you couldn’t help the fond smile on your face as you patted his cheek reassuringly, “Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m all good.”

The next few minutes were spent hugging and catching up with the others, Malia, Derek and Peter had welcomed you home in the doorway with hugs.

“Where are the puppies?” You asked, referring to Liam and Mason.

“Kitchen. Liam is trying to find something that’ll make us all drunk.” Malia told you, looking at your suitcase with expectancy.

You motioned towards the case by your side with a knowing grin, “Ok, I’ll go get those two. Your names are on the presents that are for you.”

“Yes!” Malia cheered, pecking your cheek quickly then almost sprinting to the case.

When you got to the doorway of the kitchen you leaned against the frame, watching as Liam chugged a bottle of vodka, trying to get some kind of buzz from the liquid while Mason watched in awe, “I don’t see you for a year and suddenly you’re a frat boy.” You sighed out.

Liam stopped in his tracks and looked towards you, “Oh hey, Y/n” He greeted you with an adorable smile and Mason gave you a small nod of greeting and you nodded your head towards the living area where the others were exchanging gifts.

“There’s presents for you guys if you wanna go get them.” You informed them, smiling as they all but ran past you towards the gifts.

The kitchen was empty now, save for you and a half full bottle of smirnoff. Tiredly you made your way to the wooden counter opposite the door and sat yourself up on it.

As you swung your legs gently in the air, you took a moment to close your eyes and enjoy the moment to yourself.

The moment ended with a gentle knock on the doorframe, and when you opened your eyes, there he was.

Standing in front of you, in the flesh and all of his glory was Isaac Lahey. “You mind if I join you?” He asked softly, you gave him a smile and beckoned him over.

“‘Course not. Come in.” He smiled in return and casually made his way over to you, he hoisted himself up beside you on the countertop.

“I didn’t realise you were here yet.” You told him, eyes studying his face, he hadn’t aged a day since the first day you met him.

Even now, years later, he still maintained that youthful lost boy aura. The sparkle in his eyes never dimmed either.

Isaac turned his head to face you, a warm smile decorating his lips as he did so, “Sorry I missed your entrance, I had to change. I came straight from the airport.”

You nodded in understanding, “Me too. Changed in the airport bathroom though.”

He chuckled at that, you didn’t miss the way his eyes traveled across your body or how they lingered on the hem of your dress that had ridden up ever so slightly when you’d hopped on the counter.

When he caught himself staring he cleared his throat and looked away, when he was met with the look of knowing on your face his own erupted in a blush.

“You look…” He started but trailed off.

“Incredible? Amazing? Stunningly gorgeous? Come on, Isaac. Help me out here.” You teased, bumping your shoulder against his.

“All of the above.” He answered, equally as cheekily, he knee pressing against yours as he pulled something out of his back pocket.

It was a narrow rectangular envelope, he fiddled with it nervously before holding it in your direction, “I got you a present.”

You took it from him gently, “You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. Open it.” He urged, blue eyes glued to you as your fingers pried the envelope seal open.

As you pulled the contents of the envelope you looked to Isaac in confusion. It was a flight ticket to Paris for New Years eve.

“A plane ticket?”

Isaac nodded, blush returning to his face, “Yeah, I know you’ve always wanted to go and there’s the completely unrelated reason that I have an apartment in the city and would really love to spend new year’s with you.” He rambled on nervously and you smiled up at him.

“So you’re essentially asking me to come for a slumber party?” You grinned, giggling when he rolled his gleaming eyes at you. “I’m kidding. I’d love to come to Paris with you.” You told him, taking his hand in yours to stop it from fidgeting.

Isaac squeezed your hand in response, a happy smile on his face, “It’d also be a really great opportunity for me to finally admit that I’m in love with you.”

There was that fire you’d been talking about, after way too many years, it was finally lighting up.

“Good. That would give me a chance to tell you that I love you too.” You played along, biting back a shit eating grin as his face moved closer to yours.

You could hear Lydia behind the door, hushing the others as they all screamed along to “All I Want For Christmas Is You”.

“She’s been standing out there listening since I came in.” Isaac whispered and you only responded by sliding your hands up his shoulders.

Absentmindedly, Isaac’s arms wrapped around your waist as you continued to lean in closer, whispering, “Then let’s stop talking.”

Isaac’s eyes widened at that and he swooped his lips the rest of the distance to yours, murmuring, “God, I love that plan.”

His lips clung to yours while your hands moved to his hair. It had been a long time coming. After all the almosts and could haves, his lips were finally on yours.

The kiss was broken when you couldn’t hold your smile back any longer, Isaac’s lips were now tinted red from your lipstick but they were formed in a breathtaking smile.

“I think we should stop talking more. Like a lot more.”

“They kissed!” Lydia whisper shouted to the rest of the pack, who were pretending not to listen to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

Scott let out a celebratory “Whoop!” As did Malia and Mason.

“And! She’s going to spend New Year’s with him in Paris!” Scott clapped his hands together then, holding his hand out to Stiles, “Called it. Hand it over.”

Stiles grumbled, necking the rest of his drink before fishing a twenty out of his pocket and shoving it in Scott’s hand.

#isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf x reader #derek hale x reader #scott mccall x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #lydia martin #malia hale #liam dunbar

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imagines-r-s · 4 years ago

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sticking it - j. farabee

chapter 8

a/n: idk why this chapter took so long, but here it is. it’s very domestic and wholesome, so enjoy it. honestly i’m sad we’re so close to the series ending, but there will be more y/n and joel from the sticking it au i promise. and as always, lmk what you all think

taglist: @butgilinsky @barbienoturbby @sunsetholland @lovenhlboys @sortagaysortahigh @hockey-racing-fubol @oopsiedoopsie23 @iwantahockeyhimbo @dreamsndior @itsurgirlgracie @heartshapedkissxs @lwstuff

warnings: more high school musical references, a sprinkle of angst, friends fighting, idk if it counts as an innuendo or suggestive content, but some of that (not a warning, but Adrian content and ‘no thoughts, head empty’ Joel)

sticking it masterlist

wc: 6.1k

“All I’m saying is that it doesn’t make sense that she’s the only one standing, singing to Troy about scoring a basket. Like what if someone showed up to the game late and didn’t get the memo to twist the signs around and stay seated, you know? And it’s not just Gabriella standing up,” you said, grabbing multiple outfits to choose from for the movie night that you had been invited to.

“Well, I don’t think that it was really an ‘ok, everybody. One person is going to be staying up, but everybody else stay seated and lift your sign’ sorta thing. I feel like it was just a heat of the moment thing,” Joel replied as he walked out of the bathroom.

“Yeah, but it still doesn’t make sense. And I’m curious to know if that mid-game duet actually motivated Troy or if he was just annoyed or something.”

“If you sang to me mid-game, I would honestly probably throw a stick at you. Out of love, obviously.”

“That’s sweet of you, not really, but I’ll take it,” you said, turning towards Joel, “I don’t know what to wear to movie night.”

“It’s not really like you have to try to impress anyone, it’s just movie night,” Joel said, as he scrolled on his phone, “but you look hot in anything, so I’m chilling.”

“You’re definitely just saying that,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, you’re right. You in the mornings is kinda concerning, not your best look,” he said, pointedly.

“That was not an opportunity for you to say something like that, I will throw a chair at you.”

“That’s concerning, but well deserved. I’m sure it would be out of the kindness of your heart, so I respect it.”

“You better respect it, Farabee.”

“Oooh, the last name. I’m shaking in my boots,” he said to which you immediately shot a glare his way, “actually, you’re very hot when you’re mad, not gonna lie.”

“Better watch yourself, Beezer, you’re on thin ice,” you said, jokingly.

“Good thing I know how to skate, babe,” he retorted, making his way towards you.

“You’re annoying,” you huffed as Joel wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, “Bee, you better stop.” He lightly pecked the top of your head before stepping back, “wait, what was that?”

“What? The hug or me kissing the top of your head?”

“Both?”

“It’s called a display of affection. I know you aren’t familiar since you show your love by threatening to throw chairs at the people you care about, but that’s what that was.”

“Oh, it was nice,” you said, which caused Joel to chuckle.

“God, I love you,” he paused for a moment, clearly contemplating something, “this is kinda random, but have you ever thought about posting about our relationship? Or is that a no in the gymnastics world?”

“I mean, yeah, I have thought about it. I just haven’t because I didn’t know how you felt, but if you want to post it you can.”

“Why don’t you post it first?”

“Why don’t you? You brought it up?” you questioned.

“You confuse me so much sometimes and I’m usually confused, so it makes it kinda worse,” he said honestly.

“How about whenever we get back here tonight, we post at the same time?” you offered.

“Sounds okay with me. Come on, we have to go if we want to make it on time,” he said, softly.

…..

“Hey, it’s Short Stack and Beezer,” Travis said, as he opened his front door.

“I still don’t know why you of all people call me Short Stack, Tiki Bar,” you said to which he simply shrugged before opening the door more to let the two of you in.

“Ooh, Short Stack, Karly has something for you. I think she went upstairs,” you sent a confused look to Travis, “it’s nothing bad, just go.” You rolled your eyes as you made your way up the steps.

“Karly?” you called as you walked closer to her and Travis’ room.

“I’m in here,” she called. As you walked into her room, you quickly noticed her shuffling through the things in her closet, pulling out a box that had clearly been wrapped in a hurry.

“What’s that?”

“Just open it, I hope you like it,” she rushed.

“Um, alright,” you tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box to reveal what looked like a regular denim jacket, “a denim jacket?” you said, earning an eye roll from her.

“Take it out of the box, Sunshine.” You picked up the corners of the jacket to see that there were multiple patches with the flyers logo and bees on the sleeves, turning it around to see a number 86 and Farabee on the back.

“Karly, wha-”

“Look, I know you and him haven’t announced it officially yet or anything like that, but I figured that you would like it. I even got the bees on there for obvious reasons. I wouldn’t be upset if you didn’t wear it out, but you needed one,” she said, gently.

“I- Wow, I love it, Karly. Thank you,” you said, giving her a quick hug.

“You should wear it downstairs or at least show him at some point.”

“Oh no, I was just going to keep it in a bag in my closet for a while until he inevitably finds it,” you said, sarcastically.

“No need for the sass, Sunshine. You should try it on though, I want to see what it looks like,” she suggested, her smile only growing as she saw that it looked amazing on you, “oh yes, the bee patches really add to it. Definitely a great choice on my part.”

“Always the humble one. Come on, we have to start the movies eventually.”

“Wait, you’re wearing it downstairs?” she asked, to which you simply nodded as you walked ahead of her down the stairs.

Travis was the first to notice your arrival downstairs as he talked to Joel, smiling as he saw that you were wearing the jacket that his girlfriend had stressed over for days, “hey, y/n, I’m really liking this new look.”

“Hey man,” Joel started as he had his back turned towards you, quickly turning around after hearing that you arrived downstairs, “watch yours-” He immediately recognized that similar jacket that many of his teammates significant other wore to games, a perfect sign showing off their boyfriend or husband. “Wait, hold up.”

“Yes,” you answered, already knowing what he was going to ask.

“Swag,” he answered simply as he walked closer to you to examine the jacket. “Are those bees? Why are there bees?”

“Hmm, no idea. They’re just randomly there,” you retorted.

“Beezer, did you get knocked in the head at practice or something? I’m very concerned, dude,” Nicole asked from beside Nolan.

“Why are there bees? I don’t understand,” he asked, frantically.

“He’s hopeless,” Nolan whispered to Nicole.

“Bee, did you forget your own name?” you asked.

“Bee,” he paused, “ohhhh, that’s me. Those are for me, wait, turn around,” you rolled your eyes as you turned around to see the back of the jacket, “oh, that’s my name.”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock,” Kevin said, concerned from the whole exchange.

“He’s just having one of his moments. Be nice, Kev,” you said, holding back a laugh as you turned back towards your boyfriend who looked like there was something wrong, “Bee, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just- you got my name on a jacket. You usually aren’t this nice, but this is something nice, so I’m just worried something is wrong with you,” he said, genuinely.

You visibly gaped as the guys around you howled in laughter as Karly spoke up, “technically, I got her the jacket, she’s just wearing it.”

“Ohhh, okay, that makes more sense.”

“Damn, y/n/n, how badly do you treat the poor kid?” Scott asked from the couch.

“Better watch yourself, Scotty,” you said, shooting him a glare.

“Let’s just get the movie started before Short Stack attacks someone,” Travis added.

Drawing names to see who would pick the movie, Nicole picked out the movie, Stick It, which had always been one of her favorites. It was expected for people to be getting up during the movie, but when you noticed Nicole missing from seeing her favorite movie, you became worried that something had happened, “psst, did you see where Nicole went?” you whispered over to Joel.

“No, did you see where Nolan went?” he asked you, which caused you to grow suspicious as you noticed both of them were gone. “Maybe they’re just making out in the kitchen or something?”

“Why would they be making out? They’re just friends.”

“Dude, they’re still friends in the same way you and me are still friends.”

“No, because if something were going on she would tell me and I think it would be obvious.”

“Look, I know I’m oblivious, but you choose to ignore a lot of obvious details just because.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Fine, if we get up and find them together or doing something romantic? I don’t know, but either way, you have to post that we’re together first, but I choose the caption.”

“Is that a bet?”

“Yes,” to which the two of you shook on it.

“Hey guys, how many of you think there’s something going on with Nolan and Nicole?” Joel asked the group.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve noticed for months, they just haven’t done anything about it out of fear of what y/n will think,” Karly said like it was some simple statement.

“What do you mean that they fear what I would think?” you asked, causing everyone to look at you.

“Short Stack, you are literally this little spitfire that could attack at any moment, they just don’t want to upset you,” Travis added just as the pair walked back into the living room, “ah, here’s the two lovebirds now.”

A flash of panic crossed Nicole’s face as Nolan blushed, “no, I just needed help getting drinks and Nolan was right there.”

“Okay, then where are the drinks and why does Nolan have a hickey?” Scott pointed out.

“I forget them in the kitchen and Nolan burnt himself with a curling iron,” she offered.

“Karly, did you leave your curling iron in the kitchen again? Silly goose,” Travis said.

Joel quickly noticed how quiet you were from beside him, “hey, babe. What’s wrong?”

“I’m okay, I’m going to go and get a drink really quick,” you said, softly smiling before heading into the kitchen. Everyone’s eyes followed you as you retreated back to the kitchen, Nicole sighed, the guilt of not telling you finally hitting her.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Nolan offered.

“No, this is definitely between the two of us,” she answered before following you, “y/n/n, look-”

“Nicole, it’s fine,” you said, filling a cup with ice.

“It’s obviously not, I know you better than that,” she said, gently, waiting for a response from you, “look, this honestly hasn’t gone to anything serious yet because I knew I needed to tell you. I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you and that you would have been fine with it, we just didn’t want anyone to know. No one really knew, Karly just picked up on it because she’s Karly and everyone else figured it out. And I know you knew something was going on, you just didn’t want to accept it.”

“I don’t have an issue with it, I would have rather you just tell me straight up what’s happening, but I had to find out because Joel made a joke and you couldn’t give Nolan a hickey where it wasn’t visible,” you said honestly, filling your cup with water.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to offer, there wasn’t really another reason other than we didn’t know how you would react,” she said, leaning back on the kitchen counter as you stared at the cup in your hand, “y/n/n, please say something. I’ll break it off if-”

“I would never make you break things off with him and you know that. How long has this been going on?”

“Uh, we’ve liked each other for a while, but didn’t do anything about it until you had to go back on crutches, so maybe a few weeks.”

“Gotcha, gotcha.”

“Are you mad at us? It was my idea, Nolan said we should just tell you, but-”

“Nic, please. I’m not mad, I knew something was up, I was just more focused on other things. Does he make you happy?” you asked, looking back up at her, smiling at the small blush that had rushed up to her face.

“Yeah, he really does.”

“Then, I’m chilling. Come on, you already missed half of your favorite movie making out with Nols,” she laughed as the two of you made your way back.

“You good, y/n/n?” Kevin asked as you sat by Joel again, who wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

“Maybe you should ask Nicole, just to make sure y/n/n didn’t attack her,” Scott added.

“Eh, I’ve known her for years, I have a few strategies,” Nicole said, simply.

“Oh, shut up, Nicky,” you said, jokingly rolling your eyes.

“I know damn well that you did not just say Nicky,” she said, shocked.

“Oh, did I?”

“You want to take this outside, babe.”

“Hmm, maybe tomorrow.”

“I’m concerned, but this is entertaining,” Travis said, to which everyone else agreed.

“I’ll record it and post it on world-star,” Joel added.

“Thanks, babe. Oh and Patty Lapone, if you hurt her, I will bust your kneecaps,” you said, faking sweetness.

“Understandably, so,” Nolan said, honestly.

“Glad we’re on the same page. And Nicky, don’t hurt him either.”

“Noted,” Nicole said.

“Hey babe, you know you have to post us first now, right?” Joel said, smirk growing on his face, “and I get to choose the caption.”

“You’re letting him choose the caption?” Karly asked, “good luck, Sunshine.”

…..

“So, do you know what picture you’re going to post? I have mine picked out,” Joel asked you as you finished your night routine.

“I’m still upset that you won that bet, but probably the picture of us that’s my wallpaper,” you said, patting your face dry.

“What picture?” Joel asked, confused as to what you meant.

“Oh, Karly took a bunch of pictures the day we were at the lake and the one that’s my wallpaper is the one where you’re about to throw me in the water and I’m laughing at you. Or I might post one of the pictures Nicole took of us where I’m wearing your jersey,” you explained.

“Ok, one, why haven’t I seen these and two, why didn’t you send me them?”

“Oh, I don’t know, you never asked.”

“I never knew.”

“Same thing?” you offered before walking out of the bathroom to sit on your bed as Joel grabbed his bag to start packing for the next day.

“Ok, well get the post ready and I’ll caption it,” Joel said, holding his hand out.

“Please keep it reasonable, I am an example to tiny humans.”

“Kids?”

“Same thing,” you said, handing your phone over to him, already open to instagram.

Joel had been thinking about what he would caption this post for the rest of the day after you had talked about going public. Quickly typing up the caption and tagging himself, he posted it, “okay, all done.”

“It didn’t take you that long?”

“Yeah, I know. I kinda figured it out earlier,” he said, shrugging and handing you back your phone. As you saw the notifications for the post, you opened it to see the picture of you two captioned ‘the bee to my honey’.

“That is so incredibly cheesy and adorable,” you said, smiling at your phone, “Karly already commented upset that you didn’t give her photo credit though, but she said the caption wasn’t terrible.”

“Yeah, I’m so good with words, babe. We’ve established this.”

“You’re truly something. Wait, are you captioning yours ‘the honey to my bee’ because that way it’s just in reverse?”

“Yeah, we’re just that cool,” Joel said, handing you his packing list, “will you go over this with me to make sure I have everything?”

“Superstitious King, ok, um, your garment bag with your suit?” you continued down the list as you heard him respond to everything you said, “Glasses? Glasses? Why do you have glasses on this list?”

“Because I need them to see?” he said, confused by your question.

“Since when have you worn glasses?”

“A while actually, I just don’t wear them all that often,” he shrugged.

“Wait, what do they look like on you?” you asked, watching as he contemplated showing you before reaching in his bag and grabbing his glasses case.

“If you make any jokes, I will never wear them around you again,” he said before putting them on. “Ok, one joke, and that’s all.” He was shocked by how quiet you were, “y/n/n, please just make the joke already while I’m prepared for it.”

“Oh no, I actually don’t have a joke this time. You look really good in glasses.”

“Oh, a compliment?”

“Ha ha, yeah, I can be nice sometimes. But no, you genuinely look hot in those, you look hot in general, but like, now especially,” you continued rambling.

“Awe, you’re being nice and I made you nervous,” he cooed.

“You don’t make me nervous, Farabee,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh, I don’t? Okay,” he took steps closer to you standing in front of you and placing his arms on either side of you, smirking as he heard your breath hitch, “you sure I don’t make you nervous?”

“Y-you don’t,” you replied, watching his actions closely as he leaned his face closer to yours, placing his hand on your thigh before leaning beside your ear.

“Okay, then,” he whispered before standing back up to finish packing, a smirk lacing his features.

“That was rude,” you pouted, to which he simply shrugged. “Yeah, that’s not going to work, babe. Karma is a real thing,” you said, watching as he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“Karma,” you said, before just grabbing a longer shirt of his for pajamas and heading to the bathroom to change. Coming back minutes later to see Joel in bed, leaning against the headboard, already looking your way.

“y/n,” he said, cautiously, “please say there’s something underneath my shirt.”

“I don’t know, Bee, is there?” you asked, pulling the comforter back on your bed as you laid down for bed.

“I don’t like this game, it’s not that fun,” he said, moving down to lay his head on your chest, your hand instinctively going to his hair.

“Karma is karma, pretty boy,” you said, chuckling when you felt him start to trace patterns on your thigh, obviously looking for a way to tell if you had shorts on. “You have to be up in a few hours and Kevin and Nol will barge in here tomorrow morning if you aren’t on time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Are you going to answer my question?”

“You didn’t ask a question.”

“You’re really annoying sometimes. Are you going to answer my statement?”

“You still love me though and I won’t answer your statement,” you said, softly, knowing that he was ready to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Bee.”

“Goodnight, babe.”

The alarm for the start of Joel’s day went off way too soon, but he knew he needed to get up. Quickly turning off his alarm to avoid waking you up, he got up to get his shower and get dressed for his day.

After getting a text from Nolan that they would be at your door in about 5 minutes, he decided to tell you goodbye, “y/n/n, baby, it’s time for me to go.”

“You don’t have to go, tell them you can’t go,” you said, half asleep, barely even realizing what you were saying.

“As much as I wish I could, it doesn’t work like that, babe.”

“Well have you tried to see if it would work?” he chuckled at your question.

“I love you and I’ll see you in a few days, alright,” he kissed the top of your head before grabbing his bags and heading out to the living room to wait on Kevin and Nolan. Taking a seat on the couch as he waited, he heard the bedroom door open with footsteps following, “you should go back to sleep.”

“I have to go to PT in a few hours, so might as well be up,” you said, “plus, I kinda want to say bye to Kev and Nols.”

“You have PT at noon, it’s almost 5am. Once we leave, please try to get some sleep.”

“Awe, Bee, you worried about me?”

“Unfortunately I’m always worried about you and you’re such a chaotic person that it’s reasonable and the concern only ever grows.”

“That’s true, I am kinda chaotic,” you said, causing him to chuckle.

“Just a tad.”

The sound of the key turning and door opening drew yours and Joel’s attention away from each other for a moment, “sup, bitches,” Kevin’s voice rang out.

“What the fuck, Kev?” you asked, grabbing a blanket from your couch, wrapping it around you.

“Rise and shine, y/n/n. Hope you slept well, now we have to leave, so say bye to your boy,” Kevin added, turning back to leave again.

“Ok, I have to get going, shawty bae. Go get some sleep, text me how PT goes, and tell Adrian I said hi. Bye, babe,” he kissed the top of your head once more before grabbing his bag and heading on his way.

…..

“So, no lover boy today?” Adrian asked as you stepped into his office.

“No, not today,” you said, sitting down on the bench, “him and the boys have an away game tonight, so they left this morning and will be back in a few days.”

“So, I assume things are going well?” he asked, rolling his chair over to you.

“Yeah, things are going very well. We posted about us being together officially on instagram last night.”

“Oh, wow. Instagram, that’s crazy,” he said, sarcastically.

“Hey, shush. It’s a bigger step than you think.”

“Oh, yes. The power couple that you two athletes are, hmm. Forgot about that.”

“Stop, it’s not that crazy. It just kinda is a big step in my opinion.”

“Well, I am happy for you and I’m also proud of you for actually listening to me and staying off your knee.”

“Hey, that rhymed,” you softly interrupted.

“Ha ha, so funny. Anyways, with how it looks now, I say you’re good to start training again,” he said, taking the time to examine your knee. He could tell that you had actually listened to what he had told you, just like he hoped you had. He was excited to see you back to where you needed to be.

“Like training training? Or just training?”

“Training training. Just be careful and don’t overwork yourself. I am aware that there isn’t much time before you have the U.S Championships, but don’t rush it. Take your time. Quality over quantity. Okay, Superstar?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you said, excitedly, jumping off the bench to hug Adrian, “thank you.”

“Hey, I didn’t do anything, this is all you. But if anyone can do this, you can. Just take care of yourself, alright? I don’t want all my work to go to waste,” he said, jokingly.

“Wow, I see how it is. I see how it is.”

“You know I’m joking, Superstar. Don’t even.”

“Do I, Adrian? Do I know that?”

“Just leave already,” he joked, “you have a lot of work to catch up on. Good luck, y/n/n.”

Knowing that the boys were either at lunch, wrapping up morning skate, or getting settled, you shot Kevin a quick text to call you whenever he had the chance; your phone rang only a few minutes later. “Hey, is everything okay?” Kevin’s concerned voice rang through.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Adrian cleared me to train again.”

“Aye, let’s go. Alright, so you have like, what? Two weeks before you leave for the U.S. Championships?”

“Yeah, Marcus and Michelle already figured out all my travel arrangements months ago, so no worries there. I’m just worried about the fact that I have about 12 practices, but Marcus will probably worry and have me practice less, so about 10 practices? And what if-” you rambled.

“No, we’re not doing the ‘what if’ conversations right now. Or anytime soon for that matter. You’ll get it. And if you have to simplify it for now, then that’s how it’ll be, but you stressing out right now is not going to change the number of practices you have or how they go. Only you can be the one to determine how practices go.”

“Since when did you get all wise, Kev?”

“I read this really inspirational fortune cookie earlier, it caused me to have a whole epiphany on life. Same old, same old.”

“Alright, wasn’t expecting that one, but I’m here for it. What are you guys up to?”

“What are we up to? Or what is Beezer up to?” Kevin asked, knowingly.

“I was honestly just asking in general, but since you brought him up-” the two of you took a little bit of time to catch up. Him filling you in on how morning skate went and how the lineups for the game were looking. He also told you how the team was looking good this morning and that if they played how they needed to, they could easily win.

You were still on the phone with Kevin by the time you pulled into the gym parking lot, “hey, I have to talk to Marcus about training, but I’ll probably talk to you after the game. Tell Bee I’ll talk to him later too. Bye, Kev.”

“Stay safe, be careful, make wise choices. I’ll talk to you later, y/n/n.”

Walking into the gym this time was different, almost similar to your first time back after everything, but right now you had the ability to train and to work how you needed to. You just needed to get back into your element.

Knowing that the only practice going on was for the younger kids, you made your way up to Marcus’ office. Knocking gently on the door, you opened it to see him and Michelle sitting near his desk. “So, what’s the verdict?” Marcus asked, expectantly.

“Well, there’s two weeks until Championships and I need to get this dismount,” you said, watching as the two of their smiles only grew. As the three of you went over everything that Adrian said, the three of you planned out the next two weeks.

“Alright, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning practices, you can spend the whole practice on beam, drills, and conditioning, but afternoon practices you need to do other events. Then, Tuesday and Thursdays will be working on other events, and Saturdays is just a markthrough day for routines,” Michelle explained easily, which showed that they had already thought of this beforehand.

“And we’re going to ease into it again, but this time from doubles. We both know you can easily get back to where you need to and we also believe that with how determined you seem right now, you’ll be fine. If you do okay with doubles, we’ll move onto triples as soon as we can. If anyone can do it, you can,” Marcus said, honestly.

…..

Checking his phone after the game was over, the smile on Joel’s face quickly grew at all the encouraging texts he had gotten from you. Quickly replying, he looked up to see most of the guys sharing knowing looks, “what?”

“Nothing, we can just easily tell who texted you from the way you looked at your phone,” Nolan pointed out.

“You don’t really hide it, so it’s kinda obvious,” Carter added.

“Well yeah, I don’t have a reason to hide it. My girl makes me happy,” Joel said, turning to see Kevin giving him a pointed look, “okay, maybe one reason to hide it.”

“Didn’t she have a PT appointment today? Any updates?” Scott asked, walking towards the younger guys.

“Oh, yeah. She got cleared and starts training again tomorrow,” Joel answered, causing all the team to smile.

Rushing to finish getting ready, so that he could FaceTime you, he grabbed his bag and made his way to an empty hallway to talk to you. The phone rang only a few times before you picked up, “hey, baby. You did really good at your game.”

“Thank you, thank you. I was thinking of you when I scored,” he said, watching behind you to see you walking around the apartment.

“That was really cheesy.”

“Yeah, I realized that after I said it, but it’s the thought that counts,” he retaliated, causing you to chuckle, “did you get everything figured out with your coaches to start practicing again?”

“Babe, you just won a game and you’re worried about my PT and training schedule?”

“Well, I don’t have an explanation, but I get hockey 24/7 for the next few days, so I kinda want to hear about your life and gymnastics,” he said, honestly, which only made you smile.

“Yeah, we got my training schedule figured out. I start practice again in the morning, but luckily I was able to work it out to where I have a day of just beam work to mostly do the dismount and drills and then the rest of the week is for other events. But I will have to travel for this meet, which I haven’t had to do in a while.”

“Oh, it’s in Texas? Right?” he asked, causing you to hum in agreement, “and how long before you leave?”

“Well, I leave the Wednesday night before, podium training on Thursday, and then, competition Friday and Sunday. And then I’ll be back Monday.”

“Ah, so I get to know how you feel when I’m on the road.”

“Yep, and you’ll know much it sucks,” you said, rolling your eyes.

You were happy that Joel was happy and playing the sport that he loved, but him being on the road often threw off the routine that the two of you had with each other. Waking up next to each other; either making or getting breakfast; him driving you to practice before going to his; jamming out to music as the two of you prepared for your day; the list goes on.

“Awe, you just miss me so much. It’s understandable really.”

“Don’t get cocky, Farabee,” you said.

“It’s okay to admit that you-”

“Bee, I will hang up on you,” you threatened.

“Babe, you would miss me too much,” he said, making you roll your eyes once again.

“Bye, Beezer,” you said, hitting the end call button.

He simply smiled at the action, knowing well enough that if he called back you would decline and that you were too stubborn to call him back. Quickly sending you a goodnight text, he made his way back to the locker room, not missing all the chirps the boys had to say in response.

…..

You spent the Monday and Wednesday of that week working on drills to be able to do the dismount. With the boys still gone until Friday, you spent your practices wisely and used any extra time that you could at the gym. Your routines were getting back to where they needed to be and you couldn’t have been happier. The drills that you were doing to work your dismount were also working out very well.

“I want you to try a few triple dismounts. Just a triple and by tomorrow I want you to go for the 3.5 twist. The drills you’re doing aren’t really doing anything at this point, you’ve basically mastered them. So, I do believe if you really work towards it, you could get the quad twist by Olympic Trials, you will compete a 3.5 for U.S. Championships, but with the way practices are going I firmly believe the quad is only a few tries away from you,” Marcus told you as you did your beam warm up.

“Marcus, I-”

“You’re doing the dismount,” Michelle added as she passed by.

“Just go for a triple, that’s all I want to see today. Once you do one, you’ll get back in the groove of things and you’ll be able to do more than one today. You got this, y/n/n, I know you can, you just have to get past the mental block.”

You knew he was right. As you thought about the skill, you knew it was basically a step away from you. If you went for it, with the way the drills are looking, you would have it. And from there, it’s just the 3.5 and then more work towards the quad. You knew you had the skills, you just had to remind your body of that fact.

Taking a deep breath, you started your beam routine. Hitting all the skills that you had, you made your way back and forth on the beam until you got the the start of your dismount. “C’mon, y/n, you got it. Just breathe,” you heard Marcus as you took another breath before starting the dismount. Going for the roundoff, you started for the twisting part of the dismount, watching and twisting three times, you opened up, shocked when you landed the dismount.

“Twinkle Toes,” Marcus beamed, “you did it.”

“Huh?” you said, realizing what you did, “wait. I did it.”

“You did the triple. I knew you could. I need you to do a few more, just to create the habit. Land at least five and then switch to bars.”

“Alright, yeah,” you answered, quickly realizing that you were one step closer to your goal. Doing the next five took a little bit of time, but you were getting used to the landing and the skill itself. After finishing, you moved onto bars.

“Did I see a triple dismount?” Nicole asked as you walked over to the chalk box.

“Maybe you did, maybe you didn’t,” you said, shrugging.

“Does that mean you’re trying the 3.5 again soon?”

“Most likely tomorrow. You will be seeing it soon, I promise.”

…..

When Joel noticed that he got home early enough to come surprise you at practice, he jumped at the chance. Quickly dragging Nolan and Kevin with him - considering they were his ride - he asked them to head to the gym. Once they entered, they got settled in the overhead seating area, he quickly found you standing with Marcus near the beam.

“C’mon, Twinkle Toes, in order to get the dismount back, you have to get on the beam,” he heard Marcus say.

“Look, trust the process. I’m mentally preparing for it before I go for it.”

“Are you actually going to get on the beam at some point today? Or will you still be mentally preparing by the end of practice?”

“Shush, it won’t take me that long, I promise,” Marcus sighed.

“Just get on the beam, that’s all I need.”

“Alright,” you got onto the beam, walking towards the end as you prepared for the dismount.

“Ok, just keep the same habits, just twist faster and open up a little bit later, you got it,” Marcus reassured you. Taking a deep breath, you prepped for the dismount. “C’mon, Twinkle Toes.”

Joel and the boys watched closely as you went through your habit of mentally visualizing first, watching you go for the round off and start twisting. “Wait, she’s going for the 3.5,” Kevin said. The three of them all held a breath as they watched you go for the dismount, letting out the breath when you landed it.

You landed it. “Wait, I did it. Marcus, I did it.”

“I told you so, your boys are watching by the way,” Marcus said, causing you to look up to see the boys smiling to which you simply waved, “I need you to do some more of those either today or tomorrow, but you can go see your boy.”

Rushing over to the stairs to go see Joel, he met you at the bottom of the staircase, “hey, honey.”

“Hey, Bee.”

“You did the dismount,” he said, smiling.

“I did the dismount,” you reiterated, matching his smile as he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m so proud of you, you have no idea,” he said as his lips met yours.

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Scott Pilgrim’s Precious Little Life Review

Happy Birthday To Me, as I continue my birthday celebration by taking a look at comics that have a personal connection to me.. And for our main feature, i’m taking a look at the first volume of a series that was vitally important to a teenage me, Scott Pilgrim.

Scott Pilgrim is the brainchild of Brian Lee’O’Malley. O’Malley came up with the concept from a number of things. Being a fan of the band Plumtree, O’Malley was curious about the name of their song “Scott Pilgrim” and wondered who this Scott Pilgrim guy was. So over the years he slowly built the guy up in the back of his mind using bits of his life and what not. As for why he ends up fighting 7 evil exes, that came from a discussion with his then girlfriend, later wife and currently ex-wife Hope Larson, where he threw off the joke that her exes should form some kind of League. After finishing his first solo work Lost at Sea, O’Malley decided Scotty would be his next project and the rest is history. To date while O’Malley has written two works since, Seconds which is delightful and Snotgirl which didn’t grab me but I intend to try again, Scott remains his most popular work, in large part due to it’s SUBLIME video game and movie adaptations, the former of which is finally getting a rerelease next month.

The series charm is in it’s style: A manga styled comic that combines two desperate kinds of story: Shonen Fight Manga and Slice of Life Indie Comics. The story shifts from Scott going through normal life stuff while trying to make his new relationship work and get his shit together and Scott getting into big bombastic fights with his new sweetie’s exes for the right to keep dating her and to you know, stay alive. The series effortlesly blends a video game like world with real grounded characters and is wonderful for it. As for where I came in, one Free Comic Book day I found a little comic named Free Scott Pilgrim, which I genuinely loved and was instantly charmed by it’s humor and well done art. So I picked up the second and third volumes of the series proper and the first once I could find it and the rest ,as they say, is history. For my high school life, this was one of hte most important things in it and I wrote fanfiction, which I thankfully never put online and in general enjoyed the hell out of the series. Then I just kind of.. let it sit on my shelf for a while. It wasn’t BAD, I just never got back to it and as the franchise went dormant I just sorta slept on it and the movie and that part of me...

Cut to a few weeks ago, when Comixology did a massive sale for black friday that marked a ton of Graphic Novels down to just 1 buck each, and the color editions of Scott Pilgrim happened to be part of this, though only volume 1 was that cheap. But thanks to my best friend micheal and an early christmas/birthday present I got the rest and got to revisit the series as a whole, with me rethinking my previous thoughts of volume 1 and thus.. wanting to review it and share both why this series is so damn special and what’s good, and what’s not so good about it. I’ll also be covering the game, once i’ts re-released, and the movie once i’m finsihed with the comics so look out for that. And get ready to take a trip to the glorious land of canada...

As a heads up and as you can tell i’ll be using the color version as while I could get scans of the black and white, I prefer the color version. While the black and white was fine and always will be, I think the impressive coloring job really adds to thing and makes the already great fight scenes pop more, as well as making certain background elements stand out a bit. While it does negate the black and white gags, the tradeoff is more than worth it. That being said either version is fine so if you can get the black and white cheaper that’s fine and i’ve kept my original copies, with volumes 4 -6 having been picked up as they came out.

So as our story starts we meet our hero: Scott Pilgrim Age 23, a charming but jobless and kind of sketchy possible college graduate whose really been adrift in his life since a breakup about a year ago. And when our story opens he’s taken a turn for a worse and decided to date sweet but naive and inexperinced Knives Chau, a 17 year old girl. And why yes the power dynamics there are messed up and why yes Scott is pretty damn sketchy in this moment in time, and while yes I am aware the age of consent in canada is 16, it dosen’t make this any less greasy and the story knows that. And how it knows that MOST of his friends aren’t on board. The only ones who seems to is Stephen Stiles, leader of Sex Bomb-Omb, the band scott’s in with one of the best names ever and even then it’s hard to tell if he’s being sarcastic or just a total douche. The other, Young Neil Nordgraf, Stephen’s roomate, is well 19 or 20 and kind of a dipshit so we just ignore him. I used to use him as kind of a projection, to put myself in the adventure when I was younger as Neil kind of lacks personality in the comics but in the comics.. he’s not hte best or most complex character. He is great in the movie though and Edgar Wright did an amazing job fleshing him out. The rest of his circle are .. not so permissive. His best friend, roomate and king of all gays for all time Wallace Wells very much does not want to come with Scott to school to pick her up because every part of that sentence after hurt to type. Granted Scott gets him to come with him with promises of boys, but frankly knowing wallace he was probably just playing along/wants to protect this poor child. His ex and fellow bandmate Kim is clearly bothered by it and is flat out worried Scott is taking advantage of her. Kim and Wallace are easily my faviorites both for personality and because I have a massive crush on both. With Wallace it just didn’t manifest till the reread. Finally Scott’s kid sister Stacey chews him out over it before genuinely wondering if he’s gone insane or he’s actually happy. For my two cents: he’s not. He WANTS to be, but he dosen’t know how. And as someone whose both neurotypical, which given Scott’s troubles with empathy and relating to people like yours truly I strongly suggest he is, and has struggled with depression I can relate to that. He wants to move on but he just.. can’t, he just wants to get past the haze he’s been in since Envy dumped him.. but he dosen’t know how. So instead of doing someting constructive or finding a job or anything .. he just took the first and easiest way out of his depression he could. I’ve done that with video games and stuff. Scott did that by entering a relationship that’s really easy, requires only so much effort, and is with someone who utterly adores, looks up to him and will never expect better. Being with Knives makes him feel better.. but it dosen’t MAKE him a better person. As i’ve made clear dating someone just for a boost makes him actively worse and had fate not intervened, I shudder to think what Scott might have become. That being said his actoins are still creepy and since Scott has a habit of landing ass backwards into being an asshole here’s a counter to track that. That’s 2 for doing this overall, one for tleling her to be good, and 1 for trying to ply wallace with underage boys.

Your the Scum of the Earth Scott Counter: 1

Thankfully fate does and Scott’s dreams, ones of him crawling through a desert alone, are interupted by a mysterious pink haired girl on skates. The next day he’s just sort of in a daze, kind of confused, and even more so when he sees her IN REAL LIFE, while at the library with Knives. He’s understandably frazzled but ends up finding out he’s not hallucinating when talking to MIcheal Cormeau. Micheal is a minor character and another artist and friend of o malley’s who represents that one guy in social circles who knows everybody. And indeed he knows the mystery girl, Ramona Flowers and that she’s there. Scott TRIES talking her up but just creeps her out, so Scott goes with plan b and decides to ask around about her. Enter Sandra and Monique, two college aquantinces of Scott, who just sorta show up at major events and aren’t that developed or intresting. They turn him to Julie who forbids him to date her. To which I say.

Naturually we’ll aslo be needing a counter for this.

Shut Up Julie Counter: 1

Scott however did find out she’s a delivery girl for Amazon Canada, and thus orders some CD’s on Wallace’s Credit card to hopefully see her. And while his behavior IS obessive.. it’s understandable. I’d be weirdly obessed with finding someone too if they showed up in my dreams every day and were apparently a real person. I’d probably play it cooler but still i’ts kind of understandable. So after a day with knives in which he’s clearly checked out she kisses him, he freaks out and it’s very clear that while Scott’s good at attracting women he’s just.. not good with his emotions and has finally woken up to how messed up this is, but has no idea how to get out now he’s intrested in someone he actually has a future with maybe. Speaking of Scott’s package and Ramona finally arrive. Scott’s move is to.. ask her out abrubtly but after he mentions her Dreams, Ramona finally puts two and two together and explains things: She’s been using Subspace, a seris of highways connected by the subconcious and apparently more common in america, though it’s later revealed she was taught this but being the first book with a lot of the lore and what not ironed out this is fine. Point is she was just using his dreams as transit and didn’t mean to get him obessed. Scott continues to try his schtick and eventually gets her to agree to hang out with him. Why she does I generally do not know, as SCott basically fell ass backwards over himself conversationally, but whatever. If he didn’t succeed we wouldn’t have a plot.

That being said things pick up a bit with the date though. The scene is really good and simply just the two.. talking. Having plesant conversations getting to know one another. That good stuff. it’s just really nice to read and it’s hard to explain why. Highlights include Scott’s x-men patch, Ramona not wanting to talk about her last job and Scott admitting he hasn’t been obessed in a long time.. and it comes off sweet rather htan creepy like that sounds. It just means he hasn’t fell this head over heels felt like this. As I said Knives was easy.. but this is hard.. and this.. feels right. So as things Snow Ramona yanks scott through subspace to escape the blizzard.

So we end up back at Ramona’s place and she offers some tea which leads to one of the best gags of the volume as she lists them off:

So Ramona goes to get Scott a blanket, Scott ends up following finds her changing, and she decides to warm him up another way.. by embracing him... cue.. the inevitible really.

It feels organic though: The two are clearly attracted to each other and while Scott came on as strong as freaking colossus, he still rebounded well once they hung out and he could relax a bit and show the scott underneath the lairs of dumbass. The two end up cuddling in bed and Scott seems..genuiley happy saying he needed this... awwwwwww. They part the next morning with him asking her to his band’s performance.

So Scott finds Wallace at home who says what Scott needs to hear “You need to break up with your fake highschool girlfriend scott’ Granted the entire first 40 pages could’ve been titled that but now he’s actively cheating. He’s also got a letter.

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It’s a death threat Scott barely grazes through, just like an email earlier.

But scott’s more concerned with his emotional distress.. i.e. the consequences of his throughly shitty actions finally hitting him in the face.

Scott heads to practice for his gig and can’t bring himself to break up with knives, but does find out about the opposition: Crash and the Boys, based on an NES game title because of course it is. Crash, their leader, Joel their baseplayer who scott hates because he hates all other baseplayers (”I don’t hate myself kim) and Trasha, an 8 year old progedy they found playing Drum Mania. Don’t ask me what that is, i’m not going to get every refrence.

So at the show Scott runs into Stacey and her new boyfriend Jimmy with Stacey being supportive. And then Knives shows up and then RAMONA SHOWS UP. Oh no scott’s cheating might be discovered!

So Scott books it while we’re introduced to Crash and the Boys. Wallace heckles them, to the band’s annoyance, until they eventually get fed up and we easly get the best gag of the volume. I was wrong this clearly tops the tea thing.

So Crash and The Boys continue to play their set, including a song that supposdely kills the audience but really knocks them out.. which of course bothers kim because they play next. Meanwhile Ramona and Stacey meet and the two really get along.. and come back to find the audience ko’d and Wallace Making out with Stacey’s boyfriend. Oh no! Which is a dick move, no question. But Stacey’s next move is questionable even for a 19 year old: She says “You won’t steel another guy from me and tells wallace to sit over there”. Okay Stacey even if he is bi, and this series has trouble with the concept of bisexuals we’ll get into that later trust me, he made out with someone else entirely while on a date with you. Wallace is still an asshole, it’s part of his charm.. but it dosen’t change the fact your date kissed someone else seconds after you were gone and has been eyballing him all night, as seen even above. He’s not into you as you thought, just accept it, move on, and kick Jimmy in the balls and then wallace like a proper lady. So Scott prepares to play and this happens

And it’s here, at the very end of the comic the series main premise finally kicks in and the world takes it’s true shape. It’s a world where an indie comedy about a mess of a being putting his life together after finding his dream girl.. also has said mess being forced to get into fist fights with wizards, movie stars, vegans, half-ninjas, twin roboticists and a katana wielding douchenozzle record exec in order to continue to have the right to date his girlfriend.

It’s where the series charm comes from and really what made it a huge sucess so it’s no suprise this volume perks up immensley for the climax. I’ll get more into it’s pacing problem at the end. For now it’s fight time and as we find out in a hilarious and awesome turn.. Scott is the best fighter in toronto.. which just makes me REALLLY want a Scott Pilgrim version of letterkenny. I mean who wouldn’t want to see wayne fight some guy who can turn his hands into dragons or see Squireely Dan do E.Honda’s hand slap move from streetfighter or see the skids all fuse into one mega emo. It’s just.. the possiblities are as endless as they are wonderous and I want this now.

But yeah as Patel is both the first boss and Scott’s first real opponent Scott.. handles him really easily. This was by design as O’Malley wanted a shonen progression to the fights.. and honestly it’s a great way to do things. Since the fights are styled after shonen and video games, and both have power based progression in bad guys and threats, it just made sense. Patel.. is just pathetic even with his magic powers, and his habit of sending letters and emails just pounds it in. Though he is right to be a bit pissed Scott didn’t read a letter he hand delivered in a snowstorm. That’s just a tad rude.

Mid-Fight, Scott, now he knows the whole evil ex boyfriend thing, wonders what Matt and Ramona’s past is and while Matthew refuses to tell.. Ramona spills easily. It was midddle school, all the jocks wanted her for whatever reason, likely because from experince in high school, guys really like indie girls. Matthew was the only non-white non jock, so they teamed up and with her strength and his mystic powers they beat them.. but since his use had dried up, she flipped him off and left. Matthew dosen’t take this well and summons demon hipster chicks to fight while Scott and co, minus ramona, fight back with a finger gun routine and block his fire balls before propelling Scott into matthew somehow, and landing the KO Evil Exes Left: 6 Matthew bursts into coins though fun fact, O’Malley says the Exes all respawned back at home afterwords and learned their lesson. With Pattel I genuinely don’t think he did... but clearly given his penchant for formality what with the letters and emails, he probably felt it’d break protocol to attack before the rest were done. He probably jsut formed a hipster emo band and found more sucess using his magic for that instead and just forgot about the whole thing. Could be wrong but that’s what i’m going with. So Scott asks Ramona to go out with him then make out with him, both of which she says yes to. Nice one scotty boy. Ramona then explains the whole evil exes thing: He’ll have to defeat each one as they come after him, and while Scott wonders if they’ll come one at a time Ramona’s not sure. As time will bear out, Scott is MOSTLY correct as most exes take him one on one, with the exception of the twins. But since as I said earlier the twins are basically one person, and as we’ll find out by choice, so it’s an exception. Plus their the last step before the final boss, so by that token it’s a bit fairer to have the penultimate boss get an unfair advantage. Scott is fine with that, he and Ramona share another moment and a kiss.. but Scott makes the mistake of asking if gideon is one and Ramona’s head starts glowing with her dodging the subject, though still going out with SCott and him worried.. it just feels.. off. not a bad ending but the only one of the series three cliffhanger endings that just dosen’t work for me, especailly since it is a bit before the Gideon mystery really picks up steam again. But with that we close this chapter

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Precious Little Life is a decent start to the story. While Scott is loathsome at first, he’s still a compelling character and does get more likeable as things go, the humor when it is there shines and is one of the series best assets and while the fight is short and only at the end, it is oh so glorious especailly in cover with the impacts taking cues from the movie. It’s a good intro to Scott’s world and ther’es a reason the movie adapts this book the closest as it sets up the cast and premise well, with only Stephen Stiles feeling a bit off and ONLY for the first few chapters. The volume is only really held back by it’s pacing, as before Scott runs into ramona in his dream the story feels a bit sluggish as we’re just watching some douche date a high school kid. While it is necessary to set up the world, it just dosen’t have the snappy pacing the series would be known for and that makes the rest of the series more charming. it’s nto BAD.. but it’s not FANTASTIC like the series would become. What keeps it from being bad is simple: These aren’t general badness signs but more just O’Malley coming into his owna nd getitng better and better as the book goes, to the point that by the next book the pacing is much better and by book 3 onwards he has it down pat. Overall not a BAD volume but certaionly the weakest of the bunch.. which given it’s still really good says something about the ride we’re in for. I’ll be back sometime in the future, likely january. Yup i’m taking on YET ANOTHER PROJECT. but since this one, while clearly exausting and time consuimg, is much shorter in overall length, and i’m still proritizing the three I have running over this, I think i’ll be just fine. Until next time, have a happy holiday.

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Honestly, I don't know why but I have some emotional attachment with you.....though we are far miles away and have not met anytime,I have the feeling of heart to heart connection when I look at you...Bcoz you are the most amazing person on this planet I have ever seen in my life....your simple living, 'always smiling'😊☺️outfit which you always wear on your cute face gives me lot of energy to live happily in this stressful life ❤️😍...I always try to learn how to take risks and to get over through keeping your thoughts in my mind and believe me I always get through....so you are my direct and indirect biggest inspiration rather you are my ideal figure for me...the way you get connected to people not only through acting but with your down to earth Personality, kindness, generosity is the most amazing and precious qualities that can be rarely find in a person but you are undoubtedly on the top most level..and I am pretty sure that no one can beat this...no one😍...Apart from this....I always fell in love with your beautiful and damn expressive eyes, your top of the world cutest Smile and not least of all these that your unruly,messy but loved curly hair...💕💕...and all these feelings are from the moment I watched you and I was badly in search of a good platform from where I could have been share my true feelings,love and a lot of respect for YOU...You as a Simple and Sweet person, You as a Brilliant Versatile Actor,You as a complete Artist,You as a Best Photographer,You as a Best Traveller And You as Everything to me...You and only You....and I by my strong luck I found this platform most suitable where I just wanted to share what true feeling I have for you and for lifetime....and infact after life also 💕💜💞..... Sharvari Sathe

Kunal Karan Kapoor- A Ray Of Sunshine To All Fans Hi sir, Today, when I sat down to write down something for you as a token of appreciation as a fan, I found myself in shortage of words to express your personality and your brilliant performances as an Actor..... Kunal sir, you are unbelievably outstanding in each n every character you portray. Your amazing expressions in those angelic eyes speaks thousands words without speaking them.. I can only say, sir, you nail your's each n every performance with sheer perfection and emote with beauty and magnificence to bring life to the character's.. Your determination, ability to work hard n exploring new creative hobbies as traveling n photography have inspired a lot... KEEP GROWING SIR... BE BLESSED ALWAYS N FOREVER... LOADS OF RESPECT AND BEST WISHES...Suchismita Mishra

Kunal Sir...I am a big fan of yours because of your personality. Sir you are just awesome in every stage of acting specially your emotional scenes touches my heart ❤️❤️❤️ soo much... I am also like your photography & it's too good Sir 👌 👌 👌. You are the Superstar in my heart forever... Rinima Bharadwaj

DEAR KUNAL, I have never believed in love at first sight . I started believing it blindly since I first saw you on my television..It still feels so fresh the moment I saw you for the first time.. I guess you are a magician ...you mesmerized me completely that I can't take my eyes out of you and your acting....The love I have for you and your acting will never end ....I love all your performances ... specially as Mohan ...That's you who brought Mohan into life by your acting....This is what I love more when it comes to your acting ,. You just bring the character into life that it just sticks to viewers mind as a glue .... Recently I read many of your interviews ...and while reading I felt like I was talking to someone I really knew....THIS is the bond you create with your fans ..your simplicity and down to earth nature is making me kinda go crazy it's bringing more love for you in me. You ..as a person,as an actor you mean a lot to us (fans) I always proudly say that I'm a great fan of not only an actor but also of a person ..most beautiful person by heart .... And you look awesome when you smile....so keep smiling always ... Wish you reach great heights . LOVE YOU KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR..my super hero.... With love Swetha ♥️

Hi kUNAL ji❤, I would like to share my love with You. I saw you for the first time in NENJAM PEASUTHE ...The mind yearns to see you constantly. To this day, there is no limit to the love I have for you. Because of your acting ability... The words your eyes speak, Your subconscious smile, your cute voice, your polite speech, your beautiful heart of love all deepen the love hold over you...😇The one who roles the fans with your acting ability. Words cannot describe your acting ability to engage and act... If you do not give your series in tamil, I would never have felt you and your love. I just want to say that this is the greatest blessings I have received in my life...Heartfelt thanks to @karanbkapoor sir🙏Many thanks to you for giving him to this world and to us. You have to live with health and happiness sir...Kunal ji, I love all Your photography 📷 Everything is subtle. And the way you like it will be awesome. Your photos makes me even more. Sometimes you have been my teacher too. Because there is so much to learn from you. God's blessings will always be with you kunal ji✨. I pray to God that you live with the same smile, health, longevity forever. I am immensely glad that I am an ardent fan of yours. I still love you so much KUNALKARANKAPOOR ji❤ Gowse Michael

Dear Kunal, Since I have been watching your serials, videos and interviews, I have realized many things about you from those and I really admire you for all those qualities💕. I have noticed that you are a very decent, sober and shy person. You are very sweet and polite, but an introvert at the same time. I love your simplicity🤗 and your magnetic and dynamic personality🔥. Your lovely smile makes me want to smile.😍 The way you keep yourself busy with travelling💼, photography📷, reading📖 and music🎧, I too love doing all this. Your photography skills are superb and everytime you post, whatever it is, be it a picture clicked differently in a creative way, or a picture of the sky or of rains🌧, or anything, I always love it and the updates make me really happy even in the saddest of times.😊 Besides all this, I am sure that you are a very good son. I can see the beautiful bonding between you and your father in your pictures. God bless you both. Stay blessed always.With love ❤ Priya.

Kunal sir. I'm a big fan. I want to meet directly one time. And Na bole tum na maine kuch kaga is my favorite one. I watched this again and again only for ur different performance in one serial. 1. Love and caring family man 2.Type of Business man. 3.Rude vasu but same love for meena All r so superb. Especially most important of every husband and wife is Love. U r so cute and handsome reaction for the series.. U r the only person suits the character Mohan bhatnagar. My hero. Have a wonderful year ahead💓💓💓 @sowmimayilsamy

Kunal is like an anaconda. He just surrounds us by his innocent gestures and then start to tighten up with his acting skills. He was one of the few actors who could perform any character in effortless manner. Nenjam pesuthey was my fav of his tv series. I would be happy if he could do a movie in tamil. There were many fans waiting for that moment (including me). Praveen De @crazyking_at_bluezone

Kunal is an expression king. He knows very well how to steal heart of the viewers.. He occupying full heart and our memories whenever we think about him some happiness surrounded us and make us smile... Sometimes his eyes become drug to forget everything and only thing about him... I like his nose very much and his hair eyebrows everything... Whenever he gets angry his eyes shrinks and his look so wow..😍😍😍😍His humor sense was outstanding... If I had an apportunity to meet him that's my most memorable day in my life... And I surely get a tight hug from him that's how much I love him... I wanted him to come back in any show... No one can replace his place in my heart memory phn and even my password... ❤❤Happy happy happy to my sweetheart❤❤❤❤❤... evlo per kunal apro vandhalum no one can replace his place in my heart memory phn and even my password ❤️❤️ kunal is an expression king ....he knows very well how to steal heart of the viewers...he occupying full heart and our memories whenever we think about him some happiness surrounded us and make us smile ....sometimes his eyes becomes drug to forget everything and only think about him _Dev @_devil_corpse

MY JOURNEY WITH KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR One day when I was watching one of our regional channel I came across a serial ‘MOUNAMELANOYI’ means ‘WHY THIS SILENCE DEAR’. I got attracted to the male character Mr.Mohan Bhatnagar. At that point of time I don’t know nothing about him even his original name. Then unfortunately due to unknown reasons the serial has been stopped in the midway. So I started searching for the serial in Hindi where I came across this great show of an unusual love story NBTNMKK. First I became a very big fan of Mohan. It’s through Mohan I came to Know about Kunal Karan Kapoor. A big thanks to Mohan who introduced me to KKK. Mohan taught me two things through his character. First is ‘Never give up’ and the second one is the unconditional and flawless love. I started watching all his other shows and his interviews with his co-star Akanksha Singh. Kunal is a versatile actor who has shown versatility in all his characters.I love his negative character as Angad Yadav with paan in his mouth. I loved Yudi in LRL. I fell in love with Madonna. He is sooo beautiful and lovely. And the best part is the suicide scene. I get goosebumps whenever I watch it. He has portrayed it sooo well.

Kunal Karan Kapoor expressions are simple superb. He has a good talent Of expressing his feelings, emotions, anger and love with his eyes. It’s a God given talent where nobody can do it. I love Shaurya in DAK. Inspector Krishna Shekhawat in WAS Varun in Remix. Amrik Singh in RSB. Sukhi Singh in Maayka. Monty in MMDB. Lawyer Subhash in a Music album ADDA. As a deaf and mute parent in Pregakem AD, and he has done a voice over for the show Bhindi. I am also a big fan of his photography. He is an amazing photographer. I love him not only as an amazing and flawless actor but also as person. I love his respect towards women in his life. He is sooo humble, honest and down to earth.He has taken a long gap that I was desperately and eagerly waiting for his come back. He came like a roaring lion with a WEBSERIES called THE RAIKAR CASE as Mohit Naik Raikar. Now I am sooo emotionally attached to Mohit that gives tears in my eyes. Kunal has portrayed it sooo well with his expressions and his flawless acting.

On August 22nd 1982 a shining star was born who has changed my life and whom I lovingly call him Kunal Beta. Vadlapudi Latha

Kunal Karan Kapoor sir.... I am you are big fan and I am watching one show of yours. In that one show your acting, romance, angry and crying. It was so awesome its none other than na bole Tum show. It was so awesome....not only in show Really ur looking so handsome.... My only one wish not only mine this is all ur fans wish also that is we all want to meet you and take one pic with you this is silly wish that know but this was the wish from ur all fans. Sir live healthy and happy.... We all want to see you again in many shows.... Kunal karan kapoor fans are waiting. KunalKaranKapoorfc

I really happy writeup the message with special person Kunalji. First time I see the Kunalji in Na Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha {nenjam pesuthe}promo.That time I was too young in 8th class I totally addicted with Kunalji in first look I know Kunalji is best actor in every scene the performances is so well and mind blowing actor in Tellywood industry. The Kunalji is negative role in Na Bole Tum (part 2) is powerful act. The Kunalji eyes is so powerful talk with many things. I love kunalji eyes, hair, smile, voice and everything. Kunalji is amazing and my most favorite person. I see the Kunalji face really change the mood and automatically smile come to my face. You are something I cannot describe with words you are my everything proudly I say I am your biggest fan By your heartly fan ANGEL

Hi kunal Karan Kapoor sir(chociii boy), I am from Tamilnadu. I am Ur biggest fan Na Bole Tum Na maine kuch kaha series in Tamil dubbed NENJAM PESUTHE serial... I am watch only that serial because you... I am always your biggest fan... Your smile, cute look, style, bike style, romance, love failure looking, your speech, your plain kiss, you tell Tamil vanakam, romantic, etc... I love that all... KKK fans again watch for u please come to series... All fans waiting for that beautiful moment... I watched Ur all serial because I love u more more more.... Deepak

Hii kunal karan kapoor sir...🔥🔥🔥 your my most favorite person and actor forever sir....☺️☺️keep smiling always.... Stay blessed and live long with full of happiness...always keep rocking sir....😘😘 waiting to see u on screen again with awesome new project sir❤ ...All the best for everything in your life... I am die hard fan of yours.. from Chennai... you are the only person who I love the most in this world..I don't know the reason why ...❤️ when I am was 12 years old 1st time I seen you in nenjam pesuthey (2013) on pomiler TV... I was really obsessed with you...there are no words to tell you how much I love you.... ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I most addicted to mohan character❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️..... you are amazing...I don't know how to explain my words... words can't Express my feelings for you... you are my most inspired person in world.. my biggest dream is to see you at least once in my life time 🔥🔥❤️❤️.. you are the best...spiderman... no can replace your place...😘😘...I love your expressions,talent,simplicity,travelling, etc.. you are the bestest human being in the world...❤️❤️❤️ specially I love your eyes, hair... I love everything... I would love to support for u... I will there for u... my love forever for u... love you the most.. you are my most favorite person in the world....❤️❤️❤️ After na bole tum serial... I loved to see u on doli armaanon ki and woh apna sa in 2018 serial.... sir u have do both the serial awesome and amazing...❤❤😘😘 then in 2020 we loved to see u on screen in THE RAIKAR CASE series. One of the best one I have never seen❤ i love it it's amazing ...😍😍...It's is a differend type family secret web series even full of secrets and thriller and so much interesting 🔥🔥🔥

Kunal karan kapoor sir is always king of expression 🔥🔥❤❤no one can replace his acting forever🤩🤩 It's awesome and amazing acting of kunal sir❤❤ I love his acting ❤🔥🔥🤩🤩 he is best actor 😍😍 MOHIT NAIK RAIKAR 🔥🔥 he done his role awesome I am waiting for season 2🤗🤗 sir .... kunal sir all ur funs r waiting to see u in on screen again with a awesome and amazing project ❤❤ we all ur funs r waiting very eagerly sir❤❤❤..❤❤ Subasri from Chennai

Kunal Karan Kapoor is the person who talks with eyes, rather than words.Whenever he is in certain character it doesn’t feel like he is acting. Everything looks soo real. Whenever he is acting happy/sad or crying or with any other co-stars, he is just perfect. His photography inspires me alot. How can anyone be soo perfect, it’s amazing...I wish to God, no evil eye wud ever bother you and you get whatever you wishes for. With lots and lots of love. Neha

After nbt I have seen many other shows and movies... But the impact a good show has on you is quiet long lasting that I only celebrate mohan megha and their love for these many years... I've become such like that when people say my name immediately the nearby one addresses as Mohan meena(megha) mental 🤭 looks funny but it has that impact on me... I still look ahead for a bit of Mohan in all the males I happen to meet... I see him as a father, brother, friend, betterhalf, well-wisher and many more... And what else... I may not have met him but he is a part of my life in each and every phase of it... Secondly kunal is a step ahead of mohan... If I want a life partner like mohan I want a friend like kunal... He is such an inspiration for everyone... In the way he lives... Who lives a life of his dreams... Only very few... Other do a job and live a life of others choice... He acts for profession according to his wish... Travels and clicks everything for his passion and enjys it too..And hence he is always loved and is an inspiration for everyone either on screen or off screen... Hence he is the best person one could ask for... I wish he always has this happiness and peace throughout his life... Wishing him a very happy birthday 🎂 ❤️ 💐 With lots of love. Janani @_._kunaksha__fandom_._

Hi Kunal sir... I'm Sowbarnika... I'm a big fan of you.. For the time I saw you in nenjam pesuthe (na bole tum na meina kuch kaga)... U r such an amazing actor... There will be no need of any dialogue for Bcz ur eyes itself enough... U didn't acted u lived as those characters... I watched ur web series #theraikarcase ur acting was mind blowing.... Really u r eyekiller...Whenever I see ur picture or hear anything about u will automatically bring a blush n smile on my face... Ur smile n voice is the only thing which makes me glad n relaxed whenever I feel sad or alone... U r an energy booster n my inspiration of mine... I love ur photographies... There is no words to express my feelings... Not only me there are lots of fan for u in South India especially in Tamil Nadu... Please sir do one South Indian film... It's a biggest request from ur Tamil fans. Love u a lotsss.. Like every Kunal fans I also have a dream to meet u... I wish this yr will bring u full of success and happiness.. Always be happy handsome. Keep rocking... We all are waiting to see u onscreen soon... Wish u a very happy B-Day in advance.... Keep smiling n spread positive vibes through ur smile... Lub u a lottttt my dr handsome chocoboy.... kunaaksha._.addictz

Kunal oh god, you are so handsome. I remember the first time I saw you on tv that was like in nbtnmkk, My God you totally nailed the performance and I did not even know your name until this quarantine, which gave me this opportunity to watch your lovable series again. Nbtnmkk the role you’ve played makes me wanna have a love story like that. Akanksha is so lucky to have had a co actor like you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Man, I don’t know if you know you are a pure gold. So pure I wish you great life ahead man, but I am sorry I haven’t gotten enough time to see The Raikar Case, as I have been preparing for medical entrance, but I promise you I will watch it asap ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ and ya you’re gold. you are every freaking jewellery. Hope you will find your soulmate soon Kunal sir. From Nepal ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Your greatest fan @pr4nita

நான் உன்னை திரையில் கண்ட நாள் முதல் என் கண் இமைகளில் புகுந்து விட்டாய் 😘 காதல் என்ற உணர்வை எந்தன் இதயத்தில் உன் கண்களால் இயற்றிவிட்டாய் எனது கனவுக்கு காரணம் நீ என் காதலுக்கு அடையாளம் நீ 😘😘இன்னும் வார்த்தைகள் இல்லை நீ என் வாழ்க்கையின் எல்லை உன்னை தேடி வந்து சந்திப்பதே என் லட்சியம் 🥰🥰🥰i love u kunal -

You entered my eyes since the day I saw you on screen You lighted up /made the feeling of love in my heart by your eyes.. Reason behind my dream is you... Symbol of my love is you.. Words are less You are the limit of my life.. My ambition is to come and meet you.. I LOVE YOU kunal - Janani Arumugam

What should i say about you...for now i will only say that my love for you(Kunal) is more than the amount of water an ocean can hold and also more than vastness of the blue sky. I pray from the core of my heart that you forever remain untouched by any problem and you always happy in your life 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹- Tanuja Dash (@tanujadash022)

Mr. Kunal Karan Kapoor... My friends and I became a huge huge fan of you after watching " Naa Bole Tum Na Maine Kuch Kaha " serial which was telecast in Tamil... There was not even a single day which went without speaking about you, during those school days. You captured our heart, SpiderMan❤️ Thank you so much for adding a charming chapter in my boring schoolhood. Wishing you all the happiness in the world. Wishing you a very happy birthday... With love, Aarthy @aarthy_chandran

Mr Kunal Karan Kapoor... I first saw him play Cadet Yudi Sahni in LRL and even though that has been his only show I watched him acting in...I knew from the first time that he was a very capable and amazing actor. The way he expresses through his eyes and tries to do justice to every role is commendable. I also saw him in the Raikar Case and can absolutely say he is a brilliant actor. His poise, his dialogue delivery, his ability to breath life into the characters he plays his remarkable. Yudi although was not the main focus on LRL...one can't help but smile at his impish charms and his childlike antics and innocence which was so precious and pure. His character development in Lrl from a determined yet lost young man to a confident, focused solider is worth mentioning. Yudi played by KKK really comes in his own by the end of lrl season 1. Also in real life Kunal sir seems a very genuine, polite, well mannered and courteous man ...all such admirable and precious qualities..I heard in an iv of Rajeev Khandelwal sir that Kunal sir used to have alot of fun with other on lrl sets and was a prankster. To sum up I'd say...I would love to watch of all his acting as he is one of the promising actors of our generation✨Yudi was definitely one of the most endearing and charming characters i saw on itv all thanks to Kunal sir. Hope he keeps doing good work like he does😀✨Also his comic timing in lrl was off the charts...so good😀😁...he was so entertaining and hilarious as " Madonna" and he never looked prettier😅😁🤣but jokes aside he rightfully deserves all the praise for his acting ability and For being the charismatic and mysterious gentleman he is😊 Amisha @leftrightleftfanpage

Hai Kunal sir. I'm your biggest fan from TamilNadu. I like your acting in NenjamPesuthe. It was so cute as like you. You are an expression king.please Comeback...My heart is getting stealed while watching you ...everything u have was outstanding acting especially anger and naughtiness makes me to become an addict...I wish u have a long life and be happy forever and ever ...continued your process until everyone become tired of describing you ...I wish to see you in front of my eyes in the birthday eve ...once visit tamilnadu and announce the good news soon we were eagerly waiting for that day to take selfie with you ,forget to go home some kinds of dreams to be fulfilled when u visit tamilnadu...Your eyes speaks more than your voice ...depth in your acting makes everyone to fall in love with easily... ❤_ nivetha_N @nivetha_nagendiren)

As we are coming close to celebrate the birthday of our Kunal Karan Kapoor let me talk about the Character Cadet Yadhuvansh Sahni he played in the show LEFT RIGHT LEFT. It’s one of my favourite character that he gave reel life. This character has his weakness. It’s not that YUDI did not know his weakness but it was difficult for him to accept them. He wanted to change become like others and compared himself to others and felt inferior. But the day he accepted his weakness his life changed. He could make those his strength. My favourite scene was his talk with Shalini after he tries to commit suicide. One could see the confidence in him. This character taught me that it’s important to accepts one’s weakness and one can convert them into strength. CADET YUDI THAUGHT ME THAT IT’S IMPORTANT THAT YOU FIRST ACCEPT YOURSELVES THE WAY YOU ARE. THANK YOU ROCKSTAR KUNAL KARAN KAPOOR FOR BRINGING YUDI INTO OUR LIVES AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE. Belicia

First of all ..i thank to kunal ..bcoz he give more friends 🤗🤗 and they are support my drawings ...my first ever crush is kunal ..it may so many serial actors here but i still luv only kunal ji 😘😘 ...and his acting is mesmerizing still i can't forget nbtnmkk ...one of my Fav character is mohan ..and he is very romantic and lovable person..please stay with us and my more blessings to u for lift in your life above and above ...and last you are my ever ever ever crush in my life ..i can't give your place for anyone 😍😍😍😘😘😘😘😘 - Abarna

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{prologue pt two: how Kova is formed}

Mob Boss!David x Reader

A/N: hey guys, so this is just blurbs about how each vlog squad member became real members of David’s gang. I left some people out just cause they don’t fit in the narrative I’m picturing. But I hope you enjoy! Strong violence ahead folks, as well as the rest of the series! A couple deaths too.

•Alex Ernst•

Alex always knew something about David was off. He always thought he saw the charming brunette hiding dead eyes behind feigned excitement. Too calculated for a boy of only nineteen. But Alex saw himself reflected in every move the man made.

Alex could relate to his friend more than anyone else he’d ever met. He instantly respected David and latched onto him. You don’t meet many people in this world who are as uncaring and unconcerned in the way they climb the ladder to the top as David and him were.

David hid behind charm and likability.

Alex hid behind innocence and religion.

Alex doesn’t say anything about it until David comes to him one evening and tells him he’s going to see their friends at the Denny house to offer them... a new business venture.

He offers it to Alex first.

Alex says yes, took you long enough, what do you need me to do, who do you need me to act as? Willing as always to take on any role he had to, to get what he wanted (or in this case what David wanted).

David knows right away Alex will always be on a different level than the rest of the crew. Alex will be more his equal than anyone else he has to corrupt.

Because he doesn’t have to corrupt him. He doesn’t have to convince him. Alex is willing and as ready as he is.

Alex is also good with guns. He talks Tomas into letting them add a large gun running operations revenue to the drug running money they’ve been laundering. (That’s the first fucking nail in the coffin for Tomas, but the large, dumb man has no idea.) The weapon buyers and sellers like Alex way better than they ever like Tomas. It’s a profitable situation for all.

In the car ride back to their apartment, leaving the first meeting with Tomas since Alex established himself with the weapons clientele, Alex says, “Your business needs a name.”

“It has a name, the Brothers’ Circle.”

“That’s the name of the cunts Tomas works for.”

“That we work for, Alex,” David facetiously reprimands, pushing to reveal the true meaning behind his friends words.

“Yeah,” he answers, looking out the window of David’s beat up Corolla, “for now.”

It makes David’s heart fill with love for the man. His best friend is thinking bigger picture just like he is. He feels validated in his internal descision to make this man the de facto co-leader of his future gang.

(Alex comes up with their name, Kova, a throwback to David’s origins and core of who he really is. A boy born in nowheresville Slovakia who’s gonna take over the world.)

•Liza Koshy•

Liza is like a lump of clay when Gabbie introduces her to David. He’s immediately drawn to her soft face and lively personality. He wants to ruin her. (Gabbie pulls him aside at the party they’re at, long before Kova was even a thought, and tells him she’s a gift. For being a good friend. And that he can make the dark skinned girl into whatever he wants her to be. “She’s young and insecure, go play.” Gabbie’s always been a dark minded girl, she used to read David like a book.)

He has fun reeling Liza in with his boyish charms and faked romantic sensibilities. She’s sooo easy. He picks apart her mind, morals and principles in one night, the night he first tells her he loves her.

He’s not lying, not really. He loves who he’s going to twist her to be. His perfect Harley Quinn. He’ll rip the compassion out of her if he has to.

He doesn’t actually have to, the girl is just a sweet little teenager looking for true love. It makes him laugh in hindsight at how simple it actually was. At how much goodness was once in the girl he’s seen curb stomp a drug dealer in the back alleys of LA because they refused to cut profits with Kova. She broke his jaw and David fucked her in his Tesla, giggling out a narrative of how the guys teeth popped out of his head while she rode him.

Liza would burn the world for David when he meets (Y/N).

She gets jealous and insecure by that fact that she needed to be programmed by David with a darkness that (Y/N) wore like skin, comfortable and natural.

You don’t pose a threat, not right away.

And if you send her into a trap, a drug drop off that was being ambushed by a rival amateur gang, that leads to her untimely death...

Well, what were you suppose to do? David would never do it. Too proud of the work that went into the weak girl.

And you wanted the man to yourself.

(He’s impressed, as you are smarter and more conniving than the guinea pig he’d been given as a present by Gabbie would ever be.)

Liza’s there at the beginning of Kova and she plays her part. Until you decide you can play it better.

But that’s a story for later...

•Gabbie Hanna•

Gabbie is easy. She wants money and attention and acceptance. She hands over her merch account info and starts finding leads to other vloggers who have a substance abuse problem. They always have friends who are as addicted as them, Gabbie explains, which is long run profitable. The girl is ruthless and David admires that about her.

She was one of his first close friends when he moved to LA. He’s stoked she’s progressing so nicely in his operation.

David includes her in his plans from the beginning, because she’s loyal and as obsessed with money as he is. But when he takes her to meet Tomas with Alex and Liza the first time, she’s so freaked out. Gabbie doesn’t grasp the severity of the situation until she’s in a warehouse full of drugs and guns.

David meets with her the next day and offers her an out. It’s late at night after the long, winding talk, but Gabbie is relieved and accepting that she can back out, promises not to tell anyone. He respects and genuinely cares about Gabbie and gives her what she wants, like promised. But not before Heath and Zane grab her arm and hold it down while David carves Kova into her upper arm.

Gabbie takes it, she understands.

It’s not two months later when he gets a call from Liza telling him that Gabbie’s trying to talk her into leaving him and helping her go to the cops. (Gabbie mistakenly thinks that because Liza was her friend first that her loyalties wouldn’t lay with David. She’s wrong.)

David brings Scott and Zane to grab her coming home from a late night gym session (that she’s stupidly been Snapchat-ing all evening).

He doesn’t need to torture her, but he thinks it’s a good lesson for Scott and Zane. The word will spread quickly through Kova.

You don’t fuck with David, ever.

The man could have deep love and respect for you, but he’d put a bullet in your head without thinking twice and if you make him angry enough to hurt you before that, well... you’ll be wishing he had just shot you instead.

The boys burn her body in the desert while David waits in the car and finishes editing his next vlog.

What a shame.

She was always reliable as clickbait for a thumbnail.

•Scotty Sire and Kristen McAtee•

Scotty’s chomping at the bit when David first offers the dude a bag full of cash late in the early morning at the Denny house. He can’t help the large, wicked smile on his face the entire time David spiels to the group.

He’s in from the first sentence, desperate to channel the darkness his depression had cursed him with from childhood. He could do this, and much more. Scott’s excited to become apart of something bigger than him. He’d happily worship the gospel of what would later be called Kova.

Kristen is easy to drag along, especially because of her addiction to pills and then later, more heavy drugs. She’ll do whatever she has to keep her man and her fix. She turns a calculated blind eye to their dealings and separates herself as much as possible.

David doesn’t like loose ends.

Word about Gabbie gets to her and she internally freaks out. She doesn’t know why, she doesn’t really care. Gabbie fucked up and got what was coming to her. But it feels like the calm before the storm.

David tells Scott he needs more from Kristen. He wants her to wear the Kova brand, he wants them all to after Gabbie tries to fuck them over. But he wants the curly headed girl to be first. Scott understands, he’s front row to the distance she’s created between her and the Kova family.

She’s partying with them all when Liza lures her to talk in an isolated bedroom, where Scott, Alex and David are waiting.

“Sorry, Kris. It’s just how it is,” David’s telling her when Scott and Alex maneuver her to the desk chair while their leader cleans a knife. “And you should be honored, I want you to be the first. I want you to start the family. Cause that’s what we are. We’re a family above all else. You wouldn’t betray your family, would you? You wouldn’t be Gabbie... Would you?”

Kristen resigns to shaking her head no, allowing Scott to extend her arm as David encroaches and presses the tip of the knife into the sensitive skin of her upper arm. Liza and Alex stand back, watching and blocking the exit. Kristen looks to Scott who only nods his approval before shutting her eyes tight when David begins slicing her arm.

The bass of the music throughout the house muffles her screams.

(Scott feeds her Percocets when it’s over and promises her the world. That’s the night she’s introduced to heroin.)

The rest of them receive the same mark personally from David by the end of the week.

•Zane Hijazi and Heath Hussar•

Zane’s psychotic. Genuinely a mad man, and David loves it as much as it’s a liability. Heath is a good reprieve though, knowing how to wrangle the crazed man.

They’re a fucking pair, that’s for sure. And with Heath’s experience in drug dealing and Zane’s past with beating the shit out of anyone who tried to stop or hassle Heath, they fit into Kova like they’ve been waiting their whole lives to be in the upper echelon of a gang. (They have.)

Heath is the guy David sends out to potential drug suppliers, such a people person and manipulator that David wishes he could bottle the man’s relatability to dose his entire crew with. The man has made him some serious fucking money with his banter.

Zane’s the guy David brings out at night or to see Tomas’ men, to terrify the peasants around him into submission. Zane is his guard dog on a short, but removable leash. The taller man is always just looking for a good time, whether that’s doing shots or breaking someone’s arm.

With the boundaries of what it means to be Kova and family set, etched into his skin, Zane becomes determined to protect his new clan, and his new always changing and addicting life.

David buys him a Porsche after he beats a thug of Tomas’ to death with his bare hands. The man had insulted David, his height and his hair. It rolled off the leaders back, but set something alight in Zane.

David doesn’t call him off until his hands are completely coated in blood.

(Tomas doesn’t say a word except to tell his men to clean up the mess and apologize to David. The fat man slaps Zane on the back on his way out, murmuring, “That’s a man you want around.”)

•Jason Nash•

Jason is his personal sounding board. The man is so much smarter than he lets anyone see. Jay can see from the outside in, how people will preceive them and how to effectively hide in plain sight.

Jason has a family, so it’s a little more difficult to convince him to give David his loyalty. Until the money is presented and David offers his family a clear cut and prosperous future. And to keep them out of all of it. The older man says yes after a couple days of thinking.

David seals the deal by bringing him to Miami, meeting with some drug runners from Belarus. They try to haggle David, get the price higher that what Tomas had offered. Jason laughs at them and follows David when he goes to walk out.

One of the men grabs Jay’s wrist and yanks his hand back to the dinner table they’d been sitting around and stabs his palm through with a steak knife, pinning him to the table in a bloody mess before hissing about disrespecting his boss.

Jason takes the knife out without flinching and stabs the guy in the aortic, blood splattering on his own face and chest.

“Don’t try to fuck with us,” Jason says so calmly to the criminals watching in awe, it’s unnerving, “and keep a leash on your puppy.”

The boss from eastern Europe laughs and apologizes before continuing the transaction with the original offer. He gives Jason the dead man’s Rolex, as a token of good will.

David accepts.

•Todd Smith•

Todd is a guy who wants to be smart, and just fucking isn’t. He’s easy. Money, girls, drugs and Todd is fucking his. It only takes a itty bitty cocaine addiction and Todd’s loyalty is an ever lasting stream of favors and obedience.

Scott takes Todd to kidnap a daughter of one of the Mexican mafias generals. David wants to run a piece of West Hollywood that he currently controls.

David is highly impressed with the lies Todd weaves to the pretty girl, keeping her calm and placated through out the ordeal. He’s even more impressed when Todd follows his orders to cut off her finger to send to her father; the olive skinned man doesn’t think twice. And the girl is still stuck deep in her Stockholm Syndrome, even after she only has nine fingers.

They return her to her family, no worse for wear, when the general gives up his terrority in WeHo.

David rents out a Vegas strip club and penthouse for Todd. He did well.

•Carly Incontro and Erin Gilfoy•

Carly and Erin are too fucking excited about Gabbie’s death. He watches them pick apart the story from Scott and Zane, and laugh manically when David tells them too much detail about the torture she had endured.

They are great to use strategically with their seduction or mask of ignorance used as a weapon. He has them paired up with a couple of guys higher up in Tomas’ operation, waiting like sleeper agents for the day when David will tear apart Tomas and his men. They’ll deliver the first bullets, crippling the obese excuse of a man’s team so that David can go in for the kill.

He had them train with Alex, who reports exactly what he had predicted about the girls: they’re addicted to the perks, the money, the clothes, the power. They love David, they’d do anything for their boss and friend. It makes David so happy.

They’re his favorite little princesses.

•Corinna Kopf•

David’s been working on Corinna since high school. She doesn’t contribute anything but her tits really, he only needs her every once and a while to seduce someone before killing or maiming them. He gives her to Todd to make her happy and keep the overly horny man satisfied.

But she’s loyal, has been since David met her. She tells David the things the vlog squad thinks he doesn’t know. She’s like an internal mole, not needed in most moments, but useful when people start getting too big for their britches.

Like Matt King. Zane vouched for the guy, (Heath tells David privately not to trust his best friend because his judgment is always clouded when it come to new people offering him a good time) and David lets it slide.

Until Corinna comes over one day, leaving Todd at home to fuck David while he edits and Liza is in New York. The blonde is sucking his cock, when she pulls back and says,

“Matt is trying to convince Zane to move to Europe. Says he has friends in Amsterdam doing bigger things than Kova.”

David comes in her mouth and kisses her forehead before sending her off and telling her to round up Scott and Todd and send them his way.

David picks up Heath and Zane, asking if it’s true. Zane says yeah, but he thought the dude was kidding, they were drunk as fuck at Todd’s.

(Zane doesn’t lie, he doesn’t have it in him. Too insane to try to manipulate or spin his words like his best friend.)

Heath is livid when they meet Scott and Todd at one of their hideouts filled with money and weapons. David is tired and thinks this is a good opportunity to release the reigns a little bit. He tells the men what they’re going to do and watches them plan how to end the bleached blond man’s life.

He leaves when they’re loading up one of their nondescript SUVs and Alex is arriving. His best friend is grabbing his arm, halting his steps as he makes his way to the Tesla, leaning in and asking, “Are we gonna make him hurt before we bury him, or nah?”

David gives him what do you think eyes, and replies, “If they come up with the idea themselves, I’ll buy them all fucking Tesla’s.”

The next day he’s purchasing four Tesla coupes and sending Alex an envelope showing the stock he now owns of Elon Musk’s company, valuing upwards of five hundred thousand dollars.

•Jeff Wittek•

Jeff approaches David, which is a first. But David’s well aware of the man’s past before he introduces himself. He’s just as dumb as his new friend Todd and more naive. He fits him to the same role as Todd after watching the man put a bullet between the eyes of a lackey that couldn’t pay up fronted money David gave the guy.

But, Jeff proves way more useful than David ever could have imagined.

Jeff slaps down a duffle bag in front of David one day, oddly symmetrical to the way David had started everything. He says it’s a gift from his uncle in New Jersey. There’s two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in it along with a hard drive of incriminating photos, videos and documents on Tomas and his men.

“My uncle doesn’t like how Tomas runs the most lucrative port on the West Coast. You... you he likes, David,” Jeff tells him, crooked grin on his lips.

And that’s how David finds out that not only is Jeff the nephew of the last Godfather of the Italian mob in the United States, but that the centuries old organization is actively courting him to take over.

He likes Jeff.

David still demands loyalty though, even from a man owned and born into the Italian mob. He doesn’t get Kova carved on his arm, he gets it cut over his heart after he and Alex mentally break Jeff down over the course of a weekend in David’s basement.

“And what do you have now, Jeff?” Alex asks, as David finishes up the A in Kova with his dagger. The modelesque man doesn’t flinch with the cut, he just stares ahead, tears dried on his face from a long weekend of reprogramming.

“A new family.”

David laughs as he wipes away the blood from the man’s chest and disinfects the wounds so they don’t fester.

He’s got international backing and a spy now.

David buys Jeff a nice house and spends an insane amount of money ruining his ex-girlfriends acting career. He likes the malicious look on Jeff’s face when he sees the tweets roll in, exposing Cierra’s MDMA addiction and several crude sex tapes from Jeff and her’s threesomes with a married director.

Jeff thinks he made the right choice.

Family over blood, always.

•••••

That’s how the kids become Kova.

And how David builds his empire to reflect his strength.

•••••

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trade-baby-blues · 6 years ago

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The White Elephant in the Room

Pairing: Bones x Reader

Word Count: 2237

Warnings: none, probably a swear in there somewhere

A/N: Based on the prompt “Character A’s best friend rigs the Secret Santa, because they know Character A has a crush on Character B” requested by @magicalaquarian. Hope you enjoy!!

After two years travelling through space with nothing but the stark white walls of the Enterprise to look at, the crew was getting restless. Shore leave was still months away, and, frankly you didn't know if you could take it. You didn't think Jim could either. He was in Medbay almost every other day with a new “injury,” though more than once you caught him faking to shirk his duties for the day. While you were happy for a distraction, Dr. McCoy looked ready to kill Jim at any moment.

As the doors to the Medbay slid open for the first time today, you jumped out of your chair, hoping with all your heart and soul that someone needed help with a traumatic injury, not stopping to wonder if that made you a bad person. At this point, you were so bored you were willing to inflict one upon yourself just for the hell of it. To your dismay, it was just Jim. You sat back down with a sigh, returning to the scribbles you were doodling on a patient's chart.

“Gee, you sure know how to make a guy feel welcome,” Jim quipped.

At the sound of a new voice, Dr. McCoy poked his head out of his office. His excitement turned to a scowl as he saw Jim. He glared at Jim with a pointed “No,” before shutting his door again.

“Oh, come on. I’m not even sick today.”

“That's the problem,” you mumbled.

“I’m sorry. Would it be better if I came back with broken legs?”

“Broken legs. Crashed the ship. Caused a minor outbreak of some foreign disease,” you shrugged. “I’m not picky.”

“So let me get this right. You're mad at me because I'm too good of a captain?”

You dropped your head onto the desk, groaning in frustration. “We’re mad because we have nothing to do.”

Jim sidled up to the side of the desk, mischievous glint in his eye. “You and Bones could give each other physicals.”

“We already did that,” you confessed, cheeks heating up.

“Well, then, I guess you'll just have to come to my quarters tonight.”

“For the last time Jim, I am not having sex with you.”

“I...It's not...Scotty said the same thing. Why does everyone think I want to have sex with them?” Jim looked genuinely hurt. “It's a party but you're not invited anymore.”

“What time does it start,” you called after him as he walked back to the Medbay doors.

“9 p.m. Oh,” Jim said, popping his head back inside, “and bring a present. It's a white elephant.”

You stared at the now empty doorway in confusion. The doors slid shut with almost no sound, allowing your voice to carry across the empty room. “What the fuck is a white elephant?”

Dr. McCoy sat back at his desk with a sigh, the paperwork in front of him dwindling thin. The past few weeks had been exceptionally quiet, and he’d managed to catch up on all the charts he’d let slip by. He even had time to read a few articles he’d bookmarked months ago on the future of robot-assisted surgeries. As much as he appreciated how far technology had come, Leonard was happy to stick with a human surgical assist for now. Especially, if that assistant was you. How you looked so damn good in OR scrubs Leonard would never understand.

His PADD chimed, bringing Leonard back to reality. Jim again. He rolled his eyes, pushing his sleeves up to his elbows and diving back into paperwork. Another chime. Leonard glared at the PADD, as if that would stop Jim from pestering him. Another chime. Annoyed, he grabbed the device.

Party at my room at 9!

That's an order ;)

Oh, and bring a present for your not so secret crush! We’re doing a gift exchange.

Leonard resisted the urge to snap the PADD in two as he responded: Stop by for a physical. Must be something wrong with that corn-fed head of yours if you think I want to spend my night with you.

Jim responded almost instantly: :(

Bones stared at the text practically able to feel the puppy dog eyes Jim was giving him through the screen. It had been a long time since he’d had the chance to unwind, and an evening with Jim might actually be tolerable if you were there. Painfully, he typed his reply: There better be Scotch.

No sooner had he sent the message than there was a knock on his door. “Damn it, Jim,” he sighed, shoving himself up from his desk, “What is it? I already said I’d go to your damn party.”

“Sorry,” you said, popping your head around the door. “Not Jim.”

Bones scoffed. “That’s nothing to be sorry for, sugar. I’d take your company over his any day.”

You bit your lip to hide a smile. “Jim’s actually the reason I’m bothering you. I wanted to ask if I could take off early to find a gift for his elephant thing.”

“Gee, don’t know if I’ll be able to handle all these patients on my own,” Bones said wryly.

“Well, you are the CMO. I believe in you,” you said with a wink. “See you at the party?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bones waved you off, already heading back to his desk. You laughed. He really was adorable when he was grumpy.

“Oh, and Len,” you said, missing the way his ears always perked up when you called him that, “maybe break out the civvies this time. Med Blues make people nervous.”

You looked around your quarters in a desperate attempt to find inspiration. It’s not like you thought to pack gifts when you started the mission. There were a few books you’d already read through that could use a new home, but you doubted anyone would be interested in Mountains to Ash: A Field Guide to the Geology of Ragnar 9, although, the section on teracalcite formation was quite compelling...

“This is stupid,” you muttered, dropping yourself on the bed. You stared at the ceiling, begging it to give you an answer. You wondered what kind of gifts everyone else would bring. Jim probably wouldn’t bring anything, making a joke about how his presence was gift enough. Then he’d offer someone a few days off and everyone would scramble for it. Scotty would probably throw together a little sculpture out of scrap metal from Engineering. No one saw that side of him much, but Scotty was really artsy.

Then, there was Leonard. He was normally such a thoughtful gift giver when given enough time. Last shore leave, he found a galaxy opal pendant for you at a market. You still remembered how his hands felt brushing the back of your neck when he put it on you, how they lingered a few seconds too long. How warm his breath felt ghosting over the back of your neck. An inch closer and his chest would’ve been pressed against you and it would have been so easy to turn around and kiss him like you’ve wanted to do for so long.

“I need a drink,” you said to the empty room, running a hand down your face. Suddenly, you shot up, remembering the bottle of whiskey you had stashed in the back of your closet. Hopefully everyone else was feeling as stir-crazy as you and wouldn’t mind a bit was missing.

Having finally settled on a gift, you started getting ready, allowing yourself plenty of time to shower and get dressed but still managing to wind up at Jim’s door out of breath and late. You smoothed the front of your dress down and focused on leveling your breathing as the door slid open. Your eyes met Leonard’s and, just like that, you were out of breath again.

It was a simple outfit, but god did he wear it well. His t-shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, front tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans that clung to his thighs like they were painted on. You sure wouldn’t mind sitting on those. “You know how to clean up,” you smiled, taking the opportunity to lean up and press a kiss to Leonard’s cheek. The smell of his cologne left you lightheaded in all the right ways.

“Mama always said dress to impress.”

“Oh, and who are you trying to impress,” you teased. You saw the faintest blush creep into Leonard’s cheeks, but before he could answer, Jim was whisking the two of you to the kitchenette.

Everyone was sitting around the island, already a few drinks in and eager to see what gift they were going to get. Jim divvied them out, sliding you a small package poorly wrapped in elastic bandage. “From your secret admirer,” he winked at you. Busy studying the package, you missed Bones kick Jim under the counter.

The gift exchange was more fun than you thought it would be. Chekov got an unopened box of Kit Kats that sent the room into an uproar. It was stolen five times before Jim threw his captain card into the ring and claimed it for himself. He almost immediately regretted it when he had to give up his present, which turned out to be the bottle of whiskey you’d anted up.

After a lot of squabbling, everyone opened their presents and all eyes were on you. You grabbed the end of the bandage and began unwrapping the parcel in your hand. You knew it was from Bones, and for that reason alone you were loathe to give it up. As you reached the end of the bandage, a small booklet fell onto the countertop.

Handmade was the nicest way to describe it: the pages were uneven and stuck out at odd angles from being stapled together in a hurry. To anyone else, the script would barely be legible, but you had plenty of practice deciphering Leonard’s chicken scratch.

“It's a coupon book,” you announced, thumbing through the pages. “Ooh, you might want this one Jim. It says you can put off the yearly physical for up to a month. No, no this one’s better. It says Leonard will actually smile for an entire day.”

“Lemme see that,” Jim said, already tearing the book from your hands. He stopped flipping through it and snapped his eyes up to Leonard’s face, grinning devilishly. “A full body massage in your private quarters. Bones. If I didn't know any better I’d say you were trying to get our good friend here naked.” Bones closed his eyes but remained silent. The flare of his nostrils and tightening of his jaw said enough.

“Oh, I want that,” Sulu cut in. “I am in desperate need of a massage.” He reached across the counter to grab the book from Jim but you reached it first.

“Take it and you’ll need more than a massage to set you straight.”

Sulu remained in place, looking from you to Jim hesitantly. “Is that a gay joke or…” Uhura coughed loudly, grabbing his attention. She whispered something in his ear and he glanced from you to Bones. “That makes so much sense. Never mind,” he grinned. “I’ll find a masseuse when we go on leave.”

You held the book tighter against your chest as you looked around the room. Every eye was on you or Leonard. Everyone seemed to be grinning at an inside joke the two of you weren’t in on. Well, everyone except Bones, who looked as uncomfortable as you did.

“Right,” you said, clicking your tongue to dispel the silence. “So I’m gonna go.” You inched away from the counter, waving awkwardly.

“Yeah, I think I, uh. I think I’m gonna join ya,” Bones said, trying his best to ignore the scattered snickers that followed.

You waited until you were far enough down the hall to be confident no one was listening in before you spoke again: “What was that all about?”

“Nothing Jim isn’t gonna pay for later. Look, I…” Leonard sighed, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He ran a hand through his hair and you had to bite back a whine. It really was unfair that he looked so good, even under fluorescent lights. “Jim told me the gift was for you, and I couldn’t think of anything else. You don’t have to use those coupons if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to. As much as you joke about your legendary hands, it’s about time I got to try them out.”

“No, that’s not - what I’m trying to get at is-”

“Leonard,” you said gently, resting your hand on his elbow. You slid your fingers down his bare arm, relishing in the way your fingertips felt running over his skin. You watched your fingers interlock as if through a looking glass. Like this was a dream and you never wanted to wake up. “I think I know what you’re getting at, and if it’s okay with you, I think I’d like to cash in on that full body massage tonight.” You peeked up at him through your lashes.

Leonard squeezed your hand, fighting against every nerve in his body that was screaming at him to run you back to his room. Instead, he brushed his thumb against the back of your hand, wondering if the rest of your skin would feel so electric. “I think that can be arranged.”

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janeykath318 · 7 years ago

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The Leather Look: Kirk x Reader

Prompt: “I audition to model in your music video and we end up hitting it off.” “Alright, Y/N. They’re ready for you. Good luck.” The manager gave you a thumbs up and you nervously nodded. You took several deep breaths and tried to fight against the flip-flopping of your stomach as you approached the set where the audition was being held. You were here to try to do some modeling work in the music video for pop star Jim Kirk’s new single. It would be a nice little payday and allow you to get a few toes in the door, so to speak: that is, if you didn’t freak out and ruin everything. Jim Kirk was, well, stunningly good looking to say the least and the prospect of being in the same room as he was was causing your inner fangirl to pop up at the worst possible time. You really needed to act natural. The last thing he’d want is just another groupie.

You’d been given instructions to slowly stride onto the set, lock eyes with Kirk, who was standing in the middle, and brush past him with a smirk, which was Easier said than done, wearing three inch heels, but you were used to walking around in such crazy heights, so as soon as you got your cue to approach Kirk, you pinned your eyes on him and walked in his direction. He slowly turned around to face you like he was supposed to and your eyes met for a long moment, before you flashed him a sultry smile and walked past. Holy crap, he was hot! The fake blonde was gone and he’d grown a bit of a beard, which was immensely flattering. The eyes were definitely just as pretty in person, and they looked right back at you with curiosity, that swiftly turned to interest. Were those leather pants? You thought as you moved past him, not daring to turn back around. “Cut!” Called the guy filming the clip. “That was fantastic. Can we get one more take at a slower speed?” “Sure,” you responded. “Same path as before?” “Yeah, only this time kind of brush against him as you go past,” the director suggested. Gulp. You looked at Kirk. He nodded approvingly, showing that famous smile that had fangirls everywhere gushing over it. So, back you walked toward him, this time coming much closer. Heart pounding, you tried to look cool as you edged closer, letting your fingers brush up against his as you passed. Again, you felt the full force of his blue gaze on you, and it sent tingles up your spine. Kirk really was unfairly attractive. He made it incredible difficult to concentrate and not break character. Somehow, you managed to keep your cool and parade across the rest of the set like you were on the red carpet. “Very nice!” The director, a ruddy, roundish headed man with some kind of lilting accent exclaimed. “What d’ya say, Jim?” He asked the singer. “She’s perfect,” Kirk said. You couldn’t help but blush as you were beckoned over. “Wow, That was great, Miss Y/L/N. I think we have a winner. You’re a natural.” “Why thank you. It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Kirk,” You said nervously, shaking his hand. He really did make the black leather and white T shirt an incredibly sexy look, but he seemed like a friendly guy, so you tried to relax. “Call me Jim,” He declared. “I can’t tell you how excited I am to finally find the right person for the job. We’ve had to turn down quite a few eager fangirls who had obviously never done anything like this before. You look like you’ve had experience.” “I have,” you confirmed, proud that he’d been able to tell that. “Mostly just for young up and comers and such as I try to break into the scene, but this is a whole new level and a good challenge. Not that I think you’re a challenging guy to work with,” you hastily added, trying not to let your eyes wander. (Those pants left nothing to the imagination.) “Oh, I can be VERY challenging,” Jim demurred, eyes twinkling at the director, whom he appeared to be good friends with. “Can’t I, Scotty?” “Aye, You can, lad. But you’re not a diva, so it makes things so much better. I’ve worked with some people who let their ego swell to the point they couldn’t take a lick of advice. I’ll make sure the lass has fair warning of your quirks before filming.” He winked and you Decided you liked him. “Want to hang out while my people talk to your people?“ Jim asked. “Okay.“ You replied, mouth speaking before your brain could catch up. You just agreed to hang out with Jim Kirk? Like you were casual acquaintances? Were you crazy?” As it turned out, Jim Kirk was as gifted a charmer and conversationalist as he was at singing. He didn’t even try to hit on you, only gave the occasional mildy flirty compliment. He asked you about your career and where you worked and what your goals were and you asked him how he got where he was and how he coped with the pressure and spotlight of fame. “I didn’t handle it well at first,” he admitted. “Which is why the playboy reputation stuck. Luckily, I have good friends and family to keep me grounded and kick my butt when I need it.” “Like Scotty?” You hinted. “Yes,” Jim confirmed. “And Chris Pike and Leonard McCoy and Spock.” The names he dropped were all big ones in the industry and you were pretty impressed. “Wow. Friends in high places.” “They’re great people though. Stuck by me through thick and thin. I hope you have the same. I hear modeling can be a tough gig.” “It can be, especially when you don’t fit the body type Standard,” you told him, still a bit hypnotized by how blue his eyes were up close. “I want to be the person to an open peoples minds and show them that anybody can do it, whether or not you can see their hipbones.” Jim laughed. “That’s awesome and I like you even more. I hope you live your dreams and change the industry. A lot of companies don’t seem to know the difference between fit and emaciated.” You talked a little more before the hiring was completed and you went over the schedule with your agent. They even took measurements for the outfits you were going to wear. “So, I come back here in two weeks for the filming?” “Yes, ma’am,” Jim’s assistant told you. “Thank you so much for agreeing to this. If you have any more questions, don’t hesitate to call me.” “See you in two weeks, then,” you told Jim, shaking his hand. He smirked a bit. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” On the specified day and time, you made your way back to the set and donned your first outfit, which was a sassy black mini, aqua t-shirt and awesome heels that you actually cooed over when putting on. There was a stint in the hair and makeup chair and you were pronounced ready. Jim was sitting in a folding chair, strumming his guitar and singing softly. You listened for a few moments, admiring his gorgeous voice before he looked up and noticed you. “Damn.” He said admiringly. “Looking good, Y/N. Just so you know, I did not pick the outfit, but it’s fantastic on you.” “Thanks, I think,” you replied. “Please tell me you’re wearing the leather pants.” “I’m wearing the leather pants,” he confirmed proudly, standing up to prove it. The filming took several hours and involved multiple clothes changes, ending up with you in a breezy yellow dress and Jim in khakis and a blue button down. The song was pretty cute and you heard it quite a bit by the time filming was finished, going over to compliment Jim and wish him success. At the moment, the bad boy singer looked more like the kind of guy you’d bring home to meet your mother: wholesome, kind, and very handsome. “It was great working with you,” He said. “I almost hate that it’s over. You think there’s any chance we might run into each other again?” Trying to be casual you shrugged and answered lightly, “Don’t know. You’ll probably forget all about me pretty quickly. I’m just another girl.” “Aww, that’s just not true, though,” he protested. “I genuinely enjoyed working with you and talking with you. I’m not just trying to get in your pants.” “Speaking Of getting into pants,” you deflected, “How in the heck did you get those leather things on? They look like they were a second skin.” “It’s not easy,” Jim agreed. “It’s a lot of slow inching and pinching. You liked them?” “Maybe,” You hedged coyly. “Another possible reason to see me again,” he suggested. “Good point. Tell you what, if you’re still thinking about me in three months, call me. Your assistant has my number. If I’m just a pretty face to you, you’ll forget, life will move on.” Jim thought about this for a minute, expressive face going through a myriad emotions. “You drive a hard bargain,” he said at last, “but it’s a deal. Going to mark the date in my phone calendar right now.” He pulled out his device and started tapping away swiftly. “There! All entered. I’ll talk to you in three months,” he said confidently. “We’ll see.” Your tone was cautious, But you smiled at him hopefully. You left the studio with a nice paycheck, possible future opportunities, and a tiny possibility of a date with a star. Three months later, Jim made good on his promise and called you, which led to a date and then a second one, and a third, and you found yourself falling hard for Jim T. Kirk—even without the leather pants.

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stereksecretsanta · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, @ritarmandi!

This is a Secret Santa gift for the lovely ritarmandi. I hope you enjoy

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*****

I believe in you

Stiles keeps tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, not even in time with the music just to keep his hands busy. He knows that the only reason Scott isn’t going insane with it is that he has years of exposure to Stiles’s twitchiness. He is still giving him worried looks now and then, and he looks ready to ask Stiles to turn the car around and figure this out by themselves. They both know it’s not possible this time, but Scott is going to ask all the same.

-Are you sure about this, Stiles?-

They’ve had this conversation before, but having evidence that Scott is worried for him makes his nervousness a tiny bit better.

-I’m not sure about going to some remote place to learn magic, but I need to learn about my spark. I saved Lydia and I have no idea how that’s too much of a liability.-

-And maybe it’ll be like going to Hogwarts for summer courses right before my Senior Year.- Stiles tries to lighten the mood.

-I don’t think you will be going to a magic castle with changing stairs. -

-No, but I will be going to a house near a forest outside a small touristic village, and while Hogsmeade was never explicitly stated as turistic I bet, as the only all-wizarding village in Britain, it had some tourists. And I’m not allowed to take technology.- Stiles goes for one of his tangents.

It makes Scott laugh in exasperation, which is all good in Stiles’s book.

-And I bet Mrs Durkan has a huge library.- Stiles continues more seriously. -Maybe I’ll finally be able to find something about pack bonds between alphas and non shifters.-

-Derek said there are stories about alphas being able to talk with their packs through them; that would be neat.- Scott says

-I hope so, Scotty. Mrs Durkan is an old friend of Deaton, but hopefully, she won’t be as cryptic. It would be a nice change to have someone forthcoming in their teachings. Someone like Professor McGonagall.-

-You’ll be in trouble if she is half as strict as McGonagall.- Scott says laughing while they pass the Brantford city limits.

They follow the GPS on Scott’s phone uphill on a dirt road. It ends in front of a big stone house that has clearly been renovated to add huge windows. He parks next to the Toyota already in front of the house, and they get out to wait for his dad’s car. Scott and his dad had insisted they wanted to come, to at least see where he was going to stay, considering he couldn’t call them.

Just as his dad is parking, a middle aged woman with a messy head of curly, blond hair in jeans and lilac sweater gets out of the house. Stiles can’t refrain from quietly telling Scott

-Definitely not Professor McGonagall-

Scott laughs and nudges him towards the house. She has an unreadable expression on her face, and Stiles suddenly hopes she hasn’t heard. He wants to make a good impression after all.

-Welcome, I’m Mrs Durkan and you must be Mieczyslaw- she says with a small smile. Her pronunciation of his name is practically perfect

-That would be correct. Everyone calls me Stiles though. These are my father and my friend Scott-

-Yes, Alan told me about the peculiar situation you have in Beacon Hills- she comments cryptically -Please come inside, you can get settled in your room and Myt can give you the tour of the place.-

She touches the side of the door while they pass, probably manipulating some kind of protective ward. Stiles feels it, but it’s completely different from the wards at the animal clinic. He will have to ask what how they work.

***

The life of a Spark apprentice is far less eventful than movies made him believe. It probably doesn’t help that only other two people live in the house, Mrs Durkan and her niece Myt, who is also learning magic. She is a druid, so she spends a lot of time in the greenhouse, but Stiles gets to help her sometimes and he genuinely enjoys talking to her about the supernatural world. She always thought Mrs Durkan was just that weird relative everybody has, but on her 15th birthday she accidentally made all the flowers in the house bloom, and two days later she got her very own “Yerr a wizzard Myt” moment.

Stiles spends his mornings learning about different types of magic users and where their magic comes from, and his afternoons reading about a whole lot of supernatural lore. The library is everything Stiles hoped for and more. That’s mainly what keeps him going: discovering about all kinds of different beings and the stories connected to them; particularly after the first couple of weeks when Mrs Durkan starts focusing on his spark and the ways to control it, which is not going well. Actually, two things keep him going, reading about lore and the letters from home. Well, from Derek mainly. Stiles gets a new envelope on his desk every three days like clockwork. He is discovering a new side of him. Apparently when he isn’t rushed Derek enjoys talking, or, well, writing. Stiles has been telling him about some of the lore he is learning and Derek usually has something to add or a different version the Hale pack used to tell. Derek always sounds so earnest in writing, and Stiles can’t help but find it endearing. It’s starting to be a problem, the way his heart goes all over the place every time he gets a new letter from him. There is just something about imagining Derek sitting down in front of one of the big loft windows. If Stiles is being completely honest there is just something about Derek Hale. There always was, but he holds himself in a different way now. Like he finally managed to let go of some of his guilt, somewhere between getting back his yellow eyes and hunting the Desert Wolf.

A new letter is supposed to be coming, but Stiles is kind of regretting the last missive he sent him. He spent a good part of the letter complaining about Mrs Durkan and how her method for controlling his spark isn’t working, and how he needs more information and she won’t give it to him. It was impulsive and he’s worried Derek’s answer is going to be “quit whining”.

Stiles actually really likes Mrs Durkan, she is fair and asks for a lot, but in a way that encourages you to get better. The problem, in this case, is that she wants Stiles to control his magic just from belief.

“Choose an appropriate rune, focus on it and believe it will happen.” she told him, just that morning.

-Easy to say, if only runes made any kind of sense- Stiles mutters to himself.

He is taking a break and walking one of his favourite hiking trails in the park, one with very few tourists. He has been pouring over the book Mrs Durkan has given him on the most common runes trying to find one that appeals to him, or at least one that he can interpret into creating something out of thin air with belief The source of the argument with Mrs Durkan is that Stiles wants a more advanced book, thinking that maybe having all the information will make some of the runes make sense. He feels like this is worse than Latin; at least, then, he had Lydia helping him. So much of this is left to affinity with the runes and personal interpretation, that there is only so much Mrs Durkan or even Myt can help him with.

Stiles is still lost in his head when he comes back from his walk in the forest, so he is startled for a second when Myt calls him to the kitchen.

-Stiles, there is something for you!-

Stiles follows her voice and notices the small package on the dining table.

-How was your walk?- she asks

-Uneventful, but it was nice to be outside. I hadn’t realized how much time I spent in the preserve until I left Beacon Hills. I’m not sure it helped with my rune problem, though-

Myt looks at him with a comprehensive smile.

-I feel your pain. But you’ll get there.-

-Do you need help with dinner?- Stiles asks, unsure how to take the vote of confidence from someone he hasn’t known for very long.

-Nah, I just have to keep an eye on the oven. Go open your package.-

Stiles, himself curious about what could be in the package, doesn’t ask again.

Once in his room, he doesn’t waste any time, tears the tape and opens it. Inside there are three different letters, two cards, a Moleskine and something wrapped in paper. The first card pictures a ghost saying “I believe in you” and inside every member of the pack added his own iteration of a “You’ll figure it out” message. The second card is from Lydia, and it says, in a nice calligraphy font, “It’s ok to ask for help”. She says to open the paper-wrapped thing next and explains that one should be very careful what he writes on his body with. Stiles can’t avoid the laughter when he opens it. She got him an eyeliner pen and makeup remover. It’s actually on point but only Lydia could find such a peculiar reason to send him makeup.

There is a short letter from Scott, which is normal. The guy doesn’t have the patience for writing, and while he and Stiles can talk about anything for hours, it doesn’t translate well to letter. There is a fairly standard letter from his dad, telling him about any news from Beacon Hills. It ends with “I hope everything in this package helps. Derek run around a lot to make it happen. Love Dad”

The last letter is, as expected, from Derek. It’s the exact opposite of what Stiles was fearing. He would never have expected unconditional support via post system.

Dear Stiles, I hope you worked things out with Mrs Durkan, I know you like to follow tangents and it can get hard to focus, but try to understand what works for her and then change, so that it works for you. Sometimes having all the information can get overwhelming. Runes are not exactly a language, but they are to an extent, and you don’t want to add exceptions and weird combinations before you got the basics down.

I know you packed notebooks with you, but I thought the Moleskine could be something to record your own information and learning process on runes. And one can never have too many notebooks.

I told the pack to just give me their letters to add to my envelope in the future, so maybe some of the others will write more often.

I look forward to hearing from you Sincerely Derek

Stiles knows rationally that he has the support of his pack, but having them come together to remind him when he needs it is a bit overwhelming. And he can’t help thinking how far Derek has come and how good an Alpha he would be now. How good of a boyfriend really, but that’s not a road he is willing to go down. He tries to focus on the present itself and the job he still needs to do. He is not closer to the solution about the runes, but he does believe in himself a bit more now.

He doesn’t feel like going back to the rune book before dinner, so he starts thinking about magic users he knows from tv and video games. One that comes to mind, since he is also thinking about runes, is Geralt of Rivia. Muttering “Might as well try” he takes Lydia’s pen and draws on his arm the triangular spiral that is the Aard sign, he doesn’t want to set his room on fire after all. He closes his eyes and tries his best to believe that a spell from a video game can work. When he opens them again the room is suddenly a mess. As if a telekinetic wave got released and moved everything that wasn’t nailed down. Holy shit, it worked.

He goes to dinner with a lighter heart, and ready to ask Mrs Durkan about slavic runes and magic.

***

Stiles has made some decent progress in the last days. While the Glagolitic alphabet (possibly the most ancient slavic alphabet) doesn’t make much more sense than the runes he had been studying previously, he finally understands what Mrs Durkan meant when she was talking about runes calling out to you.

Like Vedi which is the action of knowing and Uk that stands for knowledge. They both call to him in different contexts, and it’s bugging him that on paper they are so similar, but he has some kind of intrinsic understanding about their usage.

According to Mrs Durkan, the next step is combining them to get more nuanced results. But for now, he’s going to the post office, sending a letter to Scott on a few things he managed to find on pack bonds. There are also letters to his Dad, Lydia and of course Derek. He has carefully drawn protection runes on the sides of the letters, a little additional protection in Beacon Hills can never hurt, and if it doesn’t work it counts as practice.

But it’s going to work because he believes in it.

He also spent a good half hour drawing symbols on his arm just because you never know when you might need them. There is a Zivethe for “life” and a Nash for “ours”, Dobro for “good”, and all the spells from the Witcher, because he is a nerd at heart. And fire, telekinesis, shield, slowing down and confusing enemies make for a good combination to have on hand. If they all circle the Hale triskelion that’s just because he is missing home and he is not going to draw Scott’s circle pattern because it’s stupid.

He is waiting at the post office when he notices the lady next to him in line. There is something supernatural about the way the light reflects in her eyes and the way she holds herself like this is not the skin she is most comfortable wearing. Stiles is almost sure she is not a werewolf but she could be a different type of shifter. She notices the name on the envelope on top, Derek Hale, and seems immediately more interested in Stiles, while trying her best not to let it show. She is not very successful and Stiles has a bad feeling about this. He tries not to fidget too much while he waits in line, both to avoid acting suspicious and so that she can’t read any of the other addresses on the envelopes, for example, his dad’s.

As soon as he’s done he rushes back home and goes to find Mrs Durkan. Hopefully, she can help him figure out what that was about. And if it turns out she is after Derek, he needs to warn them. All the more reason to put some more belief in those protection runes.

***

Derek is on his way back home from one of his usual border patrols in the preserve when he starts feeling watched. It’s a discorcenting experience, he can’t smell anything out of the ordinary and none of his enhanced senses are giving him any kind of clue. Nonetheless, the feeling is there and Derek has learned to trust this kind of instinct. He considers his options for a moment: running to the relative security of his loft and risk leading them to his home, or investigating further and seeing what is watching him. But if this was anything good they would have introduced themselves. They could just be gathering information on the pack before approaching, but following Derek in the woods doesn’t seem like the most convenient way to do that. He decides for a strategic retreat and a call for backup. He’s dialing Scott while keeping most of his attention on his surroundings, but he still doesn’t see the attack coming from his side. Derek rolls out of the way after the initial impact and drops the phone, hoping Scott will pick up and hear the commotion. He devotes his attention to the man in front of him, who doesn’t waste time and lounges again, claws out, trying to land a hit on Derek’s side. The guy is fast. Derek barely moves out of the way, but it leaves him open on his left side, a move his opponent probably expects. He braces himself for the feeling of claws ripping his skin but they somehow fail to connect and they barely scratch him. The guy seems more surprised than Derek, but he quickly recollects and tries again with a combination of movements Derek has no hope of predicting, let alone countering. Derek is somehow unscathed again and the guy shifts into a puma with bright blue eyes, ready to attack again but when he does he somehow only manages to rip his jacket out. It looks like a standstill, but Derek can feel something is different. He needs to try and land his own attack before his opponent realizes as well, but his experience in fighting big predators is almost null, so he improvises and lounges for the back of the beast, trying to claw his neck from behind. They roll on the forest floor and Derek howls in pain as claws rip his back. He holds onto the puma and finally manages to draw some blood as well, only for the puma to shake him off, making him land on the grass. Derek takes half a second to get his breath and when he sits up, Malia is sprinting towards him and the puma is nowhere in sight. By the time he is standing on his own, and picking his jacket up, Stiles’s letter still in the pocket, Scott has also reached them.

They are both asking things to Derek, who doesn’t know the answer to half their question when his phone rings. It’s an unknown number and Derek just puts it on speaker, whatever it is it either regards the whole pack or is not relevant right now. He does not expect to hear Stiles’s panicking voice.

-Derek?-

-Stiles? I’m here with Scott and Malia, what’s wrong?- suddenly he can focus a bit better again.

-I think someone might be after you, where are you guys?-

-In the preserve...- says Derek

-Derek was just attacked by a werepuma- adds Scott

-What? Are you alright? -

-I’m healing, it was a beta, fortunately. Do you know what they want?-

There is a pause over the phone

-Your blood. We think they are trying to do a ritual that requires a few ingredients like that. But they probably don’t have the full description, it’s in a book in Mrs Durkan library and we’ve seen the werepuma trying to get close to the house. Or one of them, if there is one in Beacon Hills as well-

-Are you safe?- Derek asks

-And how much blood are we talking about? Could the guy use the residue on his claws?- says Malia

-No, it takes quite a lot, I wouldn’t worry about that- Stiles assures them quickly

-What does the ritual do?- asks Scott

-Supposedly it can give the alpha’s power to a target, but from the way it’s formulated there is going to be a catch somewhere. If it worked people would have been using it, the ingredients are rare but not impossible to find-

-What about the ritual itself? Do they have a magic user already with them?- asks Scott

-Could be. I couldn’t smell him before or during the attack until he shifted- says Derek

-That could be a problem. I’ll go ask Mrs Durkan about it.-

-Ok, in the meantime we’ll get the rest of the pack and see what we can find about the werepuma- says Scott

-Ok, I’ll call you when I have information. Stay safe- says Stiles

-Stay safe- they echo before the line goes dead.

***

Stiles wakes up in a warehouse, chained to a chair. There is a metallic stench surrounding him and for a moment he thinks it’s just to mask his scent from his pack, then he realizes that on the table in the corner are what looks like several vials of blood, jars of powder and various fresh herbs. When he tries to get his hands free, a weird pull makes him realize that they are also talking blood from him, and that can’t be good. He vaguely remembers seeing the woman from the post office, a werepuma, with the corner of his eye before getting hit in the head. And then nothing, until waking up. She obviously moved him somehow, they are nowhere close to Brantford, judging by the size of the warehouse, and hopefully, she moved him toward her partner, which could mean he is closer to Beacon Hills.

Stiles tries to focus his magic enough to get free, but he can’t reach the runes he’s written and there is a headache slowly creeping up to him, so there is not much he can do.

And then there is a man there, freakishly fast, and Stiles is used to werewolves. Hopefully, he is the guy that attacked Derek and there are just two werepumas on a quest to become alphas. The guy removes the almost full vial of blood and the needle, which Stiles had tried his best not to look at. Stiles clearly miscalculated the whole situation, but it’s time to do what he does best, talk and buy time.

-So, what do you want? I’m sure there were easier ways to get some blood than kidnap me.-

-We just need you for some magic, the blood was a nice bonus. We don’t need it, but spark blood sells quite well. I must admit I hoped for more of a challenge, misleading you into believing we were after the ingredients instead of the caster was childsplay.-

-You do realize that I just started learning how to use my spark, so it’s just as likely that I’ll mess everything up-

-I don’t think so. You see, it’s in everyone best interests that you do it right, I had just started playing with Derek but he was already bleeding so very nicely for me- he says smiling as if remembering a happy moment. It’s Gerard Argent level of creepy, and Stiles has zero ideas on how to get out of this one. He doesn’t know how long he has been missing for, or how far away the pack is.

-Who are you guys?-

-You don’t need to know that. Now, would you rather we keep on hurting your friends?-

-Ok- he says after a moment to get himself together- What do you need me to do?-

As if on cue, the female puma enters in Stiles field of vision, like she is in charge here.

-We need you to perform the ritual, of course.-

-Which ritual?- Stiles tries to stall

-You see, I was supposed to be the alpha, but my sister stole it from me. You are going to make me an alpha, that’s all.-

-How did she steal it? That’s not how it works.- Stiles can’t help but ask

-None of your business. Now, are you ready to start?- she asks

Stiles flinches, and the time is conveniently right so that hopefully she won’t get suspicious. Scott just somehow shouted in his ear that they are on his trail and to hold on. When this is over, Stiles is going to spend a week learning how to sense and use pack bonds, but that’s his least pressing problem.

His friends are coming for him, but he still doesn’t know how long it will take. Considering how much time he spent ranting about villains talking too much and revealing their plan he realises his hypocrisy in hoping to get more out of this guys. It would have been nice though. His best bet is going along for now.

-I’m ready.- he says not even trying to hide how terrified he is. -I’ll need the ritual description first, I haven’t learned it.-

-There is not much to it- she says giving him a single page- just mix the ingredients in order and add magic.-

-The description on the book was five pages long, where is the rest?- Stiles tries to stall again

-Just possible side effects, nothing that concerns you.-

She holds a single clawed finger close to his heart

-Now, time to start.-

***

Stiles has basically memorized the steps when he finally asks for them to bring him the ingredients. The pack is getting closer, but the female puma is getting more restless by the minute, looking ready to stab him and start looking for someone else to do the ritual. Stiles has a quarter of a plan that is completely dependent on his ability to believe, and on the pack being close by the time he is done with the ritual. It’s the kind of situation where the Force would come in handy, with its tendency of putting people in the right place at the right moment. Time to focus. The ritual requires him to add the ingredients in a certain order and mix a determined number of times, clockwise or counterclockwise depending on the ingredient and, considering the bad guy of the day is watching his every move, the whole thing reminds him of Potions with Snape. That’s not what he was thinking about when he said he wanted the Hogwarts experience.

There is power growing with every new ingredient, with every new stirring motion. Stiles has a fleeting thought to all the people they fought who wanted to accumulate this kind of power, and for a second he understands the pull. But this is not for himself, he is not worthy of the mantle of an alpha.

He is adding the last ingredient when the guy looks up suddenly more alert and leaves the room to investigate something. Stiles mixes the horrible concoction three times clockwise, then touches the small triskelion still on his forearm and believes with all himself that the power will go to the most deserving person he knows, Derek.

There is a deafening roar outside, and the female puma looks at him with panicked eyes. She is coming towards him but gets intercepted by Scott jumping through a window. And between the blood loss and the amount of magic he used, Stiles is out for the count.

***

They are half way back to Beacon Hills when Stiles wakes up. His eyes take a second to focus, to realize where he is, and murmurs

-Did we win?-

Lydia laughs from the front seat

-We won, two less power-thirsty werepumas in the world.-

Then he lays eyes on Derek, who is holding his hand.

-Stiles- he starts, and he doesn’t really know how to go on.

There is so much they need to talk about, how Stiles’s runes managed to protect him just by having a letter in his jacket, how he made him an alpha. How apparently Stiles is now his emissary, just by virtue of having given him power. How Stiles has a triskelion surrounded by symbols on his arm that were burning bright blue when they got there and has since slowly started to fade to black.

He doesn’t know where to start, and Stiles still looks so tired. They are going to have time to talk about this, and maybe if it all goes in the direction Derek is hoping for, there might be a confession of feelings to make.

For the first time since Kate, that doesn’t scare him.

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himbowelsh · 7 years ago

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Okay so Ik I already sent in one but Shiftab for the meme deal please :)

meme me up, scotty (ACCEPTING)

acts like they’re dying when they have a cold

Tab is a drama llama to the extreme -- but mostly because he knows how doting Shifty becomes when he gets sick. Shifty will fuss over him, with blankets and medicine and the sweet ginger tea. It’s a little like being a kid again, having his mom taking care of him, and Tab eats it up.

gets mad at the TV and throws the remote

Shifty, surprisingly. He doesn’t mean to get mad, it just sort of happens (he can get very passionate about nature documentaries, and sometimes seeing a cheetah chasing down a gazelle is a little too exciting). It only happened once, because when he threw the remote his aim was perfect as ever, and he broke the entire TV. He’s been careful never to do it again.

gets the worst road rage

Neither of them really get road rage, but they both like to go fast. Tab is unashamedly the person who cuts people off in the middle of the road. He’s the person other people get road rage at.

packs the whole closet for an overnight trip

Tab will bring four bottles of cologne, three tubes of toothpaste, eight dress shirts, five ties, eleven pairs of underwear, and two boxes of condoms. They’re going on a weekend trip.

hates the in-laws

Tab just feels a little... out of place in Shifty’s family. Shifty comes from a small, very tight-knit community, and his family is equally close. While they’re all very nice to his boyfriend, Tab can’t shake the feeling of not being “one of the family”, so he doesn’t hang around very much.

hits the snooze button…11 times

It all depends on how Shifty wakes up. He has no problem waking up on his own, but when there’s an alarm set, he’ll resist waking up with every fiber of his being. It doesn’t matter whether it’s 6am or noon, he hates anything waking him up.

makes the other late for work

Tab is always up for getting frisky, even when he knows they really shouldn’t. Shifty tries to be stern, but it’s so easy to get sucked in by his boyfriend that sometimes he just can’t resist.

uses the television as a babysitter

Shifty’s great with kids! He’s genuinely interested in them, loves playing and getting to know them, and thinks they’re adorable. (He’s all of his nieces and nephews’ favorite babysitter.) Tab, however, was under the impression that all kids were either babies or tiny adults, until he actually met one. He panicked -- he does not know how to deal with all these questions, stop touching that, no he doesn’t w ant to play dragons -- until he eventually takes pity on himself and lets them watch a rated-R movie until bedtime.

takes in the stray dog

Tab, obviously. Trigger is his baby, but takes such a shine to Shifty that Shifty may as well have raised him since he was a puppy.

suggests a 3am trip to McDonald’s

leaves their shoes out for the other to trip over

can’t make up their mind when it comes to dinner

They’re both fantastic cooks, so the rule is that the chef decides dinner. It’s less of an argument over what to eat as it is who’ll be doing the cooking.

needs to be reminded of all their appointments

Tab will forget about something until the last minute, panic, and then run out of the house with his shirt still unbuttoned. Shifty just crosses his arms and waits until he runs back in, remembering that he forgot his shoes.

picks the movies

Shifty is usually content watching anything, so Tab picks his favorite movies to show him.

takes the safety steps when building a pillow fort

Pillow forts are serious business in their house. Tab focuses on structure, while Shifty is responsible for materials. Cheap blankets won’t work -- they need full on comforters, fluffy pillows, and the best sheets they can find. Tab’s the one who figures out how to hang the fairy lights, while Shifty sets up materials for s’mores in the kitchen. Pillow fort nights are always a lot of fun for them!

kisses the other’s injuries better

This is Shifty’s go-to whenever Tab gets hurt. It doesn’t matter if it’s a gash, scrape, or papercut -- he’ll kiss the cut to show Tab that he’s here and taking care of him.

kills the spiders

WELL, IT'S CERTAINLY NOT TAB. Shifty doesn’t kill spiders; he catches them and lets them go. Tab, however, has a severe phobia of everything creepy-crawly, so he’s more than willing to let Shifty handle it. (If he spots it first and screams like a little girl, his boyfriend won’t make fun of him -- much.)

hogs the blankets

Shifty doesn’t mean to, but he might steal the blankets without noticing. He likes being warm at night -- and Tab, who knows Shifty puts up with enough annoying habits from him, lets him have it. Shifty’s like a heating box anyway -- it’s a lot more pleasant to just cuddle up to him.

takes pranks too far

Tab has only played a few pranks on Shifty, who took it in good humor -- but he just couldn’t. He’s like a puppy, it almost feels cruel -- until Shifty pranks him right back. Even Tab will admit he had it coming.

makes the dirty jokes

Tab is the one who makes the dirty jokes, Shifty’s the one who flushes up like a firetruck.

keeps a piggy bank

Not a piggy bank, but Shifty has an old music box of his mother’s in which he keeps at least three hundred dollars, “just for a rainy day”.

has no problem having ice cream for breakfast

Look, Tab has only done it once. He was hungover, remembered next to nothing of the night before, and woke up in the bathtub. He needed it, okay? (Shifty walked into the living room, found Tab eating strawberry ice cream straight from the tub, and slowly exited back into the kitchen. He made his boyfriend enough coffee to fuel an army that day.)

gets a tattoo when they’re drunk

His best friends are Popeye and McClung, who are both horrible influences when they’ve had got some alcohol in them. They all thought it would be a great idea to get matching tattoos -- of each others’ initials. It was very awkward when Shifty had to explain to Tab exactly why “RW” and “EM” were both tattooed on his hips.

trips over their own feet

They’re both pretty coordinated, but when he’s tired Shifty’s usual surefootedness gives out on him. It’s not so much that he’s clumsy as it is he just doesn’t want to walk. Tab has had to carry him home more than once.

makes the other go for a walk

They’re both the outdoors-y types, so neither of them really have to “make” the other go for a walk. One of their favorite things to do is go hiking in the mountains together.

whines until they get what they want

Shifty rarely whines, but when he does (usually when he’s tired, drunk, or just wants something bad enough) he’ll give Tab puppy dog eyes, to great effect.

tries to act tough but really isn’t

Tab doesn’t try to act tough, he is tough -- but there are some things that effect him more than he likes to let on. He’s actually a really emotional guy, and for a while he was sure he’d never find a partner who would love him like that. In that sense, Shifty is a blessing to him, and he appreciates his boyfriend ever chance he gets.

talks the most, says the least

Tab’s an outgoing sort of guy who loves telling stories and joking with his friends; Shifty could listen to him talk all day long.

talks the least, says the most

Shifty can say remarkably little with just a few words. It’s one of Tab’s favorite things about him.

#shiftab #shifty powers #floyd talbert #headcanons #insightfulinsomniac

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ashroadtrek-blog · 7 years ago

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Tomorrow is Yesterday

Air Date: January 26, 1967

Writer: D.C. Fontana

Director: Michael O’Herlihy

I want to start off by saying that I fucking love time travel. I love alternate/parallel universes, I love Q episodes, I love crossovers, I love Klingons, and I love all the crazy sci-fi stuff that Star Trek pioneered.

I did not particularly care for this episode. No, it wasn’t a boring pile of action like Arena, but it was a dull episode about some guy from 1967 getting trapped on the Enterprise and Kirk has to go steal some evidence.

Tomorrow is Yesterday starts off by showing us a jet scramble at a contemporary (for 1967) audiences and the Enterprise against a blue sky - a new and exciting image that I found very pleasant.

Apparently the Enterprise went too close to a black hole (which is called a “black star of high gravitational attraction”) and hit a time warp back in time; somehow this puts them over Earth...1967 (or 1966, whenever it was produced - likely in 1966.) The engines and power systems need some time to recover, but nobody is dead...and the Enterprise has a jet on its tail.

Interestingly, Star Trek predicts the moon landing as being in the ‘late 1960s’ - the date of the moon landing was July 20th, 1969 (a proud moment for all humankind.) Less interestingly, Captain Christopher’s son is said to head the first Earth-Saturn probe (presumably in the 1980s or 1990s) - all we’ve got so far is the ISS in orbit (another proud achievement for all humankind anyways.)

So the conflict of this episode is that they beam a pilot aboard after their tractor beam breaks up his jet - now what the hell kind of force does the beam exert, anyway? Is it like a clamping jet that crushes anything not made of cast rodinium? In that case they should have kept the NX-01′s grappling hook throughout the development of later Starfleet vessels. I guess they just rely on the transporter if one crewmen gets blown out the airlock - or more likely, give them up for dead.

Moving on.

They transport the captain on the ship, and he immediately pops off with name, rank, and serial number all bug-eyed. He’s shocked to see Kirk is a human, speaks english, and has a normal all-American name like James T. Kirk. Well, he is from Iowa, after all.

Kirk is fairly hospitable and brings Captain Primitive to the bridge. On the way he guffaws at a female crewman like “A WOMAN ON A SPACESHIP?” It’s one of the best glimpses into the attitudes of the 60s.

What’s next - a black woman, an asian man, and an alien in the command center?!

Captain Chris is impressed by the ship - when he was flying towards it he saw that it was pretty massive, and indeed it is quite the behemoth at 947 feet long (the current USS Enterprise (CVN-65) is 1,122 feet long), 416 feet wide, and 238 feet tall. My house is like 12 feet floor to the peak of the roof. Kirk informs him that there are only 12 like them, which seems like a small number for Starfleet but hey, it was early in the franchise history. UESPA and Starfleet are both mentioned in this episode, though.

Chris looks at Spock like he’s an alien, but I just don’t get it - I mean, back in the 60s, most audiences just getting television and seeing things they never had before, maybe the pointed ears and eyebrows and bangs seemed genuinely alien...but that’s really the only difference between Spock and a human on the surface. I’d be more inclined to buy his shock if Spock were blue and had antennae coming out of his head.

“What are you looking at...pink-skin?”

I’m really surprised Captain Wash-Out doesn’t look at Uhura like “A BLACK PERSON ON THE BRIDGE? WHAAAA?” or “A WOMAN ON THE BRIDGE? WHAAAA?” because part of the problem they had with The Cage was nobody was comfortable with a woman on the bridge in a command position - and while Uhura may be the communications officer, she’s still an officer and presumably still has a higher position of authority over much of the crew. (43 officers, the rest enlisted crewmen. Uhura is 1 of those 43 officers who attended the Academy.)

I wonder what contemporary audiences thought of their silent interaction?

The initial conundrum is that Spock can’t let Kirk have Captain Chris go all Biff Tannen with the timeline, and therefore they have to keep him. Then again, if they get back to their time he won’t really fit as a throwback. Chris does not want this, and he argues that NOT sending him back will affect the timeline - to which Spock responds that he’s already space-googled him and found out he’s not important at all.

"Did he fart or is that the smell of his ego shattering?”

Chris wants to do his duty: report back to base, get home to a hot supper from his picture perfect housewife and 2.5 kid nuclear family. Then there’s another problem - the Enterprise is still stuck in 1967, and they can’t really go anywhere. I mean, what if another Vulcan survey ship passes through the system (ala Carbon Creek)? They can’t exactly risk going into outer space and contaminating the timeline.

Friendly reminder that this guy is still hanging out in Pennsylvania during this episode

Chris tries to escape and Kirk drops him. Bones brings up the obvious predicament if they can’t get home - imagine the damage a Riley can do to the timeline?

This but with a nuclear submarine off the coast of New York and a tab of LSD - it was that time, after all

So Spock shows up and mentions he forgot to include Chris’ descendants in his google search and hey, what do you know, his son heads the mission to Saturn!

The news is music to the captain’s ears - but now they have to break into the base and get evidence of the Enterprise out and destroy the captain’s credibility so that he’ll become a despondent alcoholic after his career is ruined and spur his son into becoming an astronaut so he can go to Saturn and finally measure up in his father’s eyes. Okay, only part of that is real.

Kirk and Sulu are the ones who beam down, and Sulu is positively delighted to be part of a mission to an authentic 20th century military installation - after all, he did fetishize that old gun in Shore Leave and has a fencing hobby.

"Captain, look! An old-style message array!”

Meanwhile, Spock does temporal equations in his head and Bones experiences mild anxiety.

Kirk and Sulu pull some tapes out of an ancient (even by modern standards) tape-reading computer and then they get caught by base police, leading to this hilarious image:

“D-did the south rise again?”

The guy is in such incredible shock he spends most of the episode standing there.

Anyways, Kirk gets caught (Sulu beams out) and acts like a smartass with the base police. The boys up top figure out how to get him back, Chris makes a bad attempt at betrayal, and the army cop on the ship is still in shock.

At this point I think the chief was just fucking with him

To finish the episode, Spock and Scotty figure the old slingshot-around-the-sun maneuver is just the trick to initiate a time warp, beam Chris and the cop back to where they belong (and erasing their memories to boot) and manage to get back to their own time. There’s a lot of technobabble involved, but that’s the gist of it.

This is the first time they use the slingshot maneuver to go back in time. I wonder why they didn’t use the matter/antimatter intermix from The Naked Time? Well it turns out this episode was to be the second part of a two-parter with The Naked Time as its first part, and the time warp they entered in that episode is what shoots them back in the past of this episode. In retrospect, if you ignore the black star exposition it still works pretty well; canonically, however, this episode is roughly 6 months after The Naked Time.

When they get back they are hailed by Starfleet control; a happy ending for our crew.

This episode was written by D.C. Fontana, a rare female television writer from in the early era of television. Dorothy also wrote Charlie X and has credits on 8 more TOS episodes, TAS Yesteryear, 5 TNG episodes, and the DS9 episode Dax. Notable episodes she penned (or helped pen) include The Enterprise Incident, Journey to Babel, and Encounter at Farpoint. To me, she’s hit and miss, like Gene L. Coon (who wrote my least-favorite episode thus far yet also penned the upcoming The Devil in the Dark), but there’s one thing I agree with her on - Deep Space 9 was her favorite Star Trek spin-off because it had the best character development, and that’s exactly why I love that of all Star Trek series the most.

I actually forgot to mention the sexy-voice computer! So what, Starfleet’s computer systems come from Signet 14, a planet of women? Or did they mean they got it updated at Signet 14 and the sultry voice was a prank by the Signetians? Either way, Kirk did not appreciate it and it was pretty funny.

Rating: 2/5; Don’t Rewatch

Tomorrow is Yesterday is a boring episode that doesn’t have much going on. While it doesn’t mishandle action like Arena, it lacks the interesting events of an average episode like Miri, and there’s nothing in the episode worth sticking around for.

#star trek #Star Trek: The Original Series #TOS #captain kirk #tomorrow is yesterday #ashroadtrek #d.c. fontana

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exhuastedpigeon · 8 years ago

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dunno if you still want these, but 3 + sterek would be cute if you do :) either way, awesome list!!

3. “Do you even own a shirt?!”Shirts Are For QuittersAlso on ao3

Stiles liked college a lot so far, it was freeing in a way that high school had never been and he had scheduled all of his classes to start after 10 so he got to sleep in. His only issue with college was Derek Hale’s allergy to shirts.

Derek lived two rooms down from him, always had his door open, and never wore a shirt. Ever. Stiles was convinced that Derek went to class without a shirt on, though he had no proof of that because they didn’t have any classes together.

They were a part of a pretty tight group on their floor, they all hung out in the common room after class, went to meals together, and went out together on weekends. In their nearly 8 months of friendship Stiles had seen him wearing a proper shirt twice. Derek even wore tight, white tank tops to pretty much ever meal which hardly counted as a shirt at all.

Stiles was walking home from class one sunny Friday in April when he finally snapped. He had spent the entire year so far suppressing boners when Derek was around, but this was just excessive.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of Derek’s sweaty chest, with his stupid muscles and his stupid chest hair. “Heads up Stilinski!” Derek yelled as the football that Derek and Isaac had been throwing around got passed Derek and almost hit Stiles.

“Do you even own a shirt?!” Stiles said, his voice higher than usual and his cheeks flushed.

Derek smirked, “It’s never bothered you before.”

“I didn’t say it bothers me,” Stiles said, picking up the football and tossing it to Isaac, “I’m just genuinely curious.”

“It sounds like it bothers you,” Derek said, stepping closer to Stiles, “I’m going to head in Isaac.”

“Of course you are,” Isaac said, then he yelled, “Scotty! Come toss the ball around!”

Stiles didn’t see if Scott got up from his spot under a nearby tree where he was studying his girlfriend Allison, he was a little distracted by Derek’s naked chest moving closer to him.

“So, do you own a shirt? I think I saw you wear a real one once,” Stiles mused as they walked into the dorm together.

“Yes Stiles, I own a shirt. I actually own several of them,” Derek told him as they stepped onto the elevator, “If I’d known my shirtlessness offended you I would have worn them more often.”

“It doesn’t offend me,” Stiles said with a sigh, “It just feels like you’re constantly showing off the fact that you managed to gain the freshmen 15 in muscle instead of fat.”

“Maybe I was trying to impress someone,” Derek said, sounding a little shy, like he had the first few weeks of college, “Maybe I wanted someone to notice.”

“You’ve had plenty of people notice you Derek,” Stiles said with a sardonic grin. Derek got hit on everywhere they went. Stiles understood why, Derek was objectively hotter than the sun, but no one who hit on him tried to get to know him. They all assumed he was a hot, dumb guy who just wanted sex.

The truth couldn’t have been further from that. Derek was brilliant, he was sarcastic and witty, he might have been a little quiet, but when he did talk everyone listened. The truth about Derek was the most beautiful parts of him existed below his attractive surface.

“Never the person I want to notice me though,” Derek said with a sigh, sounding resigned.

“Well who are they,” Stiles said as Derek unlocked his dorm and they both stepped inside to keep talking, “I’ll go talk some sense into them. Anyone who could have you and is stupid enough to deny you is, well, stupid.”

Derek just looked at him like Stiles was missing the punchline. “Stiles.”

“What?”

“It’s you, I’ve been trying to impress you since the first day we met,” Derek said, “Ever since that icebreaker when we had to say our celebrity crush and you said Henry Cavill. I’ve been trying to impress you.”

“Oh,” Was all Stiles could think to say as Derek looked at him, his eyes soft and his ears red.

“Just forget it,” Derek muttered, reaching into his dresser and pulling on a soft looking black Henley.

“No!” Stiles said, coming to life as what Derek said processed, “No don’t put a shirt on unless you want me to be the one to take if off this time.”

Derek’s eyes went a little wide and Stiles stepped forward, his hands reaching out of the hem of the shirt, “Don’t fuck with me Stiles.”

“I would never,” Stiles said right before he pressed his lips against Derek’s. It was better than any of Stiles’ fantasies. He had never thought about what Derek’s stubble would feel like against his lips or what Derek’s hands would feel like under his shirt.

When they broke apart Derek’s eyes were still closed and Stiles thought he understood the feeling.

“I’ve had a crush on you since the first day too,” Stiles told him, “Shirt or no shirt, it’s what was one the inside that really attracted me to you, well that and your stubble and ass, or and your arms, and face in general.”

“Shallow,” Derek said with a laugh before kissing Stiles again. He lifted Stiles onto the bed and positioned himself between Stiles’ legs.

“Off, off. Shirts are for quitters,” Stiles muttered, tugging at Derek’s shirt and Derek complied, pulling his shirt off.

“Now you,” Derek said, his voice husky. Stiles pulled his own shirt off and they went right back to kissing. “Fuck.”

“We can do that,” Stiles said as he sucked a hickey onto Derek’s neck, “We can totally do that.”

“Maybe we go on a date first,” Derek said, but he rolled his hips against Stiles, making them both groan.

Before they could get any further the door opened and Isaac walked in, “Oh are you kidding me?”

“Sorry,” Derek said with a laugh, resting his forehead against Stiles’, “I, uh, didn’t think this was going to happen.”

“Text me when you’re done,” Isaac said, grabbing his laptop off of his desk and walking out.

Stiles heard Isaac yell, “Who had mid-April in the Stiles-Derek pool? They’re about to fuck.”

Derek laughed again and Stiles said, “Well we can’t make a liar out of Isaac.”

“I guess we can’t,” Derek said, getting onto the bed with Stiles so they could get back to the important stuff.

It turned out that Erica had mid-April in the pool, she also had ‘because Derek wasn’t wearing a shirt’ as the reason. She ended up making almost 500 bucks off the bet and bought Stiles and Derek pizza to thank them for her win.

And Stiles saw Derek’s entire shirt collection, he even ended up wearing a few of them when he was too lazy to walk to his own room before class when he stayed in Derek’s room.

#stilesbansheequeen #sterek #sterek ficlet #sterek fic #eternalsterek #sterek is eternal #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles x derek #Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale #eternal sterek #sterek au #sterek feels #sterek college au #tumblr ficlet #sterek fanfic

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youre-on-a-starship · 8 years ago

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Word Count: 2,299

Author’s Note: This is my entry for @yourtropegirl‘s Ballerina!Reader challenge featuring, you guessed it, Jim Kirk. I had a lot of fun writing this; although I love watching ballet, due to my health issues I’ve never been able to consider taking lessons. It was fun getting to learn about it. That being said, I have had this beta’d (thanks @kilismaiden!) for accuracy, so I think everything I’ve said rings true. Please enjoy, my dears!

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“How are we coming, Lieutenant?” the Captain’s voice jarred you from your concentration. Whipping your head around to look at him, you took a moment to repeat what he’d just asked you in your head.

“All good, Lieutenant?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

“Yes, sorry, I’ve just been really focussed,” you explained, shaking your head and taking a step back from your terminal. “English sounds like Romulan in the midst of all this math.”

Kirk grinned at you and fell in next to you to look at your work. The warmth radiating off of him seeped through the sleeve of your dress and his smell came in its wake. You and Kirk were friends, so you stood near him enough to know that it was one of those scents that piqued your interest in exactly the wrong way to maintain a close proximity comfortably. To sate yourself, you shifted your weight alternately from one foot to the other, brushing his arm with yours as you moved closer to him.

“You think you’ll be able to figure it out on your own?” Kirk asked, straightening himself and looking at you.

“I’m sure I’ll hit it relatively soon,” you said, lining your ankles up so that the inside of your right ankle touched the outside of your left and you pushed yourself up on releve, stretching your legs for the first time in what felt like an hour and meeting Kirk’s eyes straight on.

“You let me know if you need a break, alright?” Kirk said with a grin.

“Aye, Sir,” you winked at him, lowering yourself back to the floor. “I want to have something to present to Mr. Scott before I take anything resembling a break, and I think I’m on the brink of this one.”

“Sounds good,” he started walking away and you leaned against the console, placing both palms on the edge.

You waited until you couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore before lifting your leg behind you as high as you could while keeping a straight back. The stretch burned, you hadn’t practiced your arabesque in nearly a month. You set your leg down and lifted the other one, reveling in the blood flow the movement stimulated. When you touched your foot back down your circled your arms from your hips up above your head and reached upward before releasing the tension in your body and looking back at the screen in front of you.

“That was very graceful.”

You jumped and turned around. Kirk stood in the doorway watching you with a crooked smile.

“I didn’t realize you were still here,” you said, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck.

He smiled and tipped himself back to look down the hall.

“You sure you don’t need a break?” he asked.

“I can just stretch it out here, but thank you,” you felt your face heating up as you turned back to your terminal, hoping he’d leave.

You heard him chuckle as he left for good this time, footsteps fading down the hall. Breathing out heavily, you rubbed your face and tried to get back into your calculations.

The calculations you made helped get the Enterprise moving again. Or moving enough to get back to a starbase where you could undergo real repairs.

Repairs, you received word, would take at least a week. Which meant shore leave came early this quarter.

The bar Chekov dragged you to would have been pitch black but for the blue and purple glowing edges to all the furniture and the flashing lights above the dance floor. Ever the gentleman, the young man bought the first several rounds for your table.

The DJ switched songs and the piece he switched to made your heart jump. It was a favourite of yours, an electronic remix of a very old piece of music from the early twentieth century. You used to dance to this particular mix when you practiced, and you occasionally still put the piece on when you were in your quarters.

Chekov seemed to recognize the piece from your collection as well because he looked at you with a devilish grin on his face before grabbing your hand and pulling you down from your stool.

“Oh, are we dancing now?” Scotty asked, suddenly looking excited after spending the last two hours grumbling about the warp core.

“Yes!” Chekov shouted over his shoulder, yanking you onto the dance floor and beginning to dance.

He pulled your arm up over your head and spun you around, pulling you deeper into the crowd. You felt two bodies tuck in close behind you and you turned to see Scotty and Kirk grinning down at you, moving in no particular rhythm to the beat. You grinned up at them and started swaying in time with the music.

“Y/N!” you heard Chekov calling for you over the din. You looked over your shoulder and saw he had his hand held out through some people in the crowd. You took it and let him pull you in.

A dance circle opened up in the middle of the floor and there was a man in the middle doing a very impressive freestyle routine. As he finished up a young woman stumbled into the circle and tried to do a pirouette but nearly tipped over laughing.

“You should go do something,” Chekov encouraged you.

“Yeah, get in there,” you heard Kirk’s voice somewhere behind you. You turned to look at him but came face-to-face with a tall alien’s chest instead.

“I’ve seen you dance before, go, go,” Chekov poked at your sides with a huge grin.

The music suddenly slowed as another man finished what he was doing and you took a deep breath before stepping into the middle of the circle. What the hell were you going to do?

The music was about to pick up. You swivelled around, letting your body do what it does best. You chose Chekov as your starting point, beginning an adrenaline-charged series of fouettes that drew raucous cheers from the crowd around you. Stumbling slightly as you finally stopped spinning, you blushed at the whistles and applause. Chekov reached out for you and clapped you on the back as you pushed back into the crowd, eager to get out of the circle.

“Zat voss amazing!” he cried.

“I had no idea you could do tha’!” Scotty exclaimed, high-fiving you.

Kirk just smiled at you.

The four of you watched some other dancers take the circle. Eventually you started to feel claustrophobic in the crowd, so you eased yourself between the bodies to get back to the tables. As you got through the thickest part of the crowd, you felt a hand close on your shoulder. Glancing back you saw Kirk’s outline in the dim light. You led him through the people and back to your empty table.

“That,” he began as he sat down in the chair next to the one you claimed. “Was absolutely amazing.”

“It was alright,” you blushed. You didn’t like sharing your dancing with people much these days because you’d been away from it for so long. “There was a time when I could do it on pointe. I could get so much more momentum, and I was more stable in those days.”

“Well, it was well done nonetheless,” Kirk smiled at you. “How long did you dance for?”

“About eight years,” you said, brushing your hair out of your face with your fingers. “I stopped when I got to high school; I needed to focus on my grades. Math wasn’t always my strong suit.”

“Was it just ballet?” he leaned in and, much to your surprise, he looked genuinely interested.

“It was mostly ballet, but I tried tap and jazz for a while as well. I started lyrical about a year before I quit and I think that if I’d kept going I would have gotten more into that.”

“What did you like about it?”

“It was the flow, I think,” you looked at your empty drink glass.

“Can I buy you another?” he asked.

You grinned.

“If I have another I might not be able to do that again.”

“Were you planning on doing it again?” he asked with raised eyebrows and a laugh.

“Probably not,” you thought about the soreness developing in your legs; you really should have thought to stretch before coming to a bar with a dance floor.

“Then, let me buy you one,” he stood up and walked through a small group of people to get to the bar.

What came over you you’d never know, but you stood up and followed Kirk quickly between the tables and the people, going up on tiptoe as you squeezed through the tight space until you were close enough to close your hand around his elbow.

He turned to look at you with a raised eyebrow.

“You want to get out of here?” you asked.

His other eyebrow went up to meet the first one.

“Maybe grab a drink somewhere else?” you elaborated, sidling in closer to him.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling your arm through his and leading you to the door.

As you made for the exit, Kirk looked over the heads of the people for a moment before he shot his free arm in the air, waving in the direction of the dance floor.

You stood on your toes to see what he was looking at and you saw Scotty’s hand in the air in the distance, his familiar ring glittering in the pulsing lights.

“Do you have anywhere in mind?” Kirk asked as you emerged into the chill of the evening air.

“Not in particular,” you looked up and down the boardwalk, scrambling for an idea. “Coffee maybe? Or, I found a nice bottle of Merlot while I was out this afternoon.”

He looked down at you.

“Lieutenant Y/L/N, are you propositioning me?” he asked with a sly grin growing across his face.

You looked sideways at the playful face above you and tried to come up with something mysterious and sassy.

“Maybe.”

Close enough.

He laughed out loud, throwing his head back before looking down at you again and releasing your arm.

“I’ll take you up on your wine on one condition.”

“Shoot,” you responded, swinging your arms at your sides.

“I want to see you dance more,” he put his hands in his pockets and watched you as you thought about his request.

Shrugging, you tucked your heels together and started spinning down the sidewalk, an easy chaines turn, before transitioning into a few simple moves. You hadn’t danced in a long time in earnest, and it felt freeing and natural to move your body through these positions. Finally you stopped yourself as you realised that Kirk was nearly forty feet behind you, stopped cold and smiling softly.

You smiled at him, taking a bow, and took a few steps toward him as he started walking again to catch up to you.

As you met halfway, you opened your mouth to say something but he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in, tipping you backwards slightly as he brought his face to yours and kissed you, laying his other arm flush with yours as you clutched his elbow for support. He stood you upright before pulling back.

You blinked up at him as enormous flakes of snow began to fall. A few got stuck in his hair and began to melt. Turning your gaze to the sky, you watched as a flake came right down between your eyes.

Kirk laughed and wiped the water away with his thumb.

“I’m glad this Starbase is on a planet,” you mused. “I haven’t seen real, honest-to-God weather in a dog’s age.”

Kirk made a sound of agreement and looked up at the sky, too.

“Sorry if I’m asking too many questions,” he said after a moment. “It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen something so… normal, I guess. It’s all computers and 3D chess and foxhole reminiscing up there. Dancing seems like a dream.”

“I understand,” you agreed, taking the opportunity to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. “Have you ever danced?”

“Two left feet, I’m afraid.”

When he smiled the soft skin around his eyes crinkled.

“Maybe I can teach you a step or two,” you laughed, standing up on releve so your nose was on par with his. “Everyone needs to know a few steps, never know when you’ll need them.”

“It goes something like this, doesn’t it?” he placed a hand at your waist and offered one on your other side. You glanced down at it before settling yourself back to the ground and taking it. He faltered at your expectant look.

“Follow me,” you laughed and nudged your thigh against his as you started leading him in a simple box step.

He stared directly down at his feet. You took your hand off his shoulder and pushed your fingertips against his chin to make him look at you.

“Do it by feel,” you murmured, reveling in the blueness of his eyes against the white of the flakes that were falling around you. You started to pull him down the sidewalk as he became more comfortable with the order of movements.

Suddenly your foot slipped out from under you and you started to fall. His hand at your waist wrapped completely around your back and he held you aloft until you could regain your footing. He pulled back and took your hand.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” you shook yourself, surprised at the jarring motion.

“Let’s get inside, this might be safer in bare feet,” he stepped ahead of you and pulled you with him down the sidewalk to barracks.

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'Big Brother 20' Runner-Up Talks Jury Vote Format, Meeting His Favorite Alum

The milestone 20th season of Big Brother quickly garnered the praise of viewers as being one of the best seasons to ever air.

Now, imagine growing up watching the longtime series and hoping one day to compete in the game you learned to love.

For 23-year-old Tyler Crispen this dream became a reality. And not only did he play the game, he fought until the end and walked away a winner.

Sitting next to Kaycee Clark as the final two contestants of the season, he didn't technically end up with the winning title and the $500,000 grand prize, but he was voted as "America's Favorite Houseguest" and walked away $75,000 richer. And the experience was "the best summer of my life," he tells The Hollywood Reporter the morning after finale night.

Below, Tyler talks further about his journey in the game, why he thinks he came in second place, the future of his showmance with Angela Rummans and what it was like meeting the Big Brother legends he's watched for so many years. Would he ever want to play against them?

Congrats on everything. You and Kaycee both played stellar games.

Dude, thank you. I really appreciate that.

As a super fan of the game —if you were watching the finale from home would you have said that you should have won?

Oh man! I always say whoever won deserved it. It's all about how you work the jury. Kaycee deserved it. She had the personal relationships better than I did. And I was a nervous wreck before those speeches. I couldn't get across exactly how much I played.

Fair enough.

(Laughs.) You know what's up!

Did you really upset that many people in the jury?

They couldn't see how much I was doing behind the scenes. It was hard to get that across because we were such a solid alliance, and I don't take any of that credit away from them.

Would you change the current format of the jury?

I don't think I would. Yeah, there have been a lot of emotional votes the past few seasons, but that's because the world is changing. People are changing. People are taking things to heart more. It now just adds another level of strategy that you have to throw into your game. I was always aware of that, but I feel like that was the hardest thing for me to try and get it across to the jury in the right way. You have no way of knowing what they're thinking. I wouldn't change anything.

Why do you think you won the "America's Favorite Houseguest" prize?

That was the biggest shock of my entire life! It feels better than a win. There was a thing in my head that said, "America does not like you." But I feel like they saw how passionate I was about the game and I just let everything out there. I didn't think I could cry, but I cried a lot! I played the game to the best of my ability.

Who have you voted for to win "America's Favorite" in the past?

I remember voting for Victor [Arroyo] for sure. In [season] 16 I voted for Zach Rance because he's entertaining as hell. I like the entertainment that people bring. It didn't cross my mind that somebody could get first or second and "America's Favorite."

It doesn't happen, but because you played such a great game they must have said, "We have to give him more money."

I cannot believe it!

Why do you think viewers voted for Brett and Haleigh as well?

Brett was the biggest character of the season and was in a power alliance. Haleigh was such a genuine sweetheart. Even though we were against each other in the game I had nothing but love for her. I knew anything I would tell her she would tell her alliance. That's why we didn't get close.

How did you hide being a super fan of the show? You slipped up mentioning the Safety Servant from Big Brother: Over the Top. Alex Willett is "pissed" you didn't win.

(Laughs!) Oh, I know! I put it in my brain that I watched a little bit of season 16 and a little of 19 and people believed it too because the long haired surfer dude is probably a recruit! Obviously a recruit! Had no clue what was going on. It was the easiest thing ever to believe and I just stuck to it. I made myself believe it, (laughs.)

You said that Ika Wong is the queen.

She is!

And Derrick Levasseur is the God. Who is Tyler Crispen?

Tyler Crispen is the random dude that showed up and somehow made it on Big Brother and got "America's Favorite." I'm nowhere close to them whatsoever. I never will be.

Which alumni that you met in the house this season were your favorites?

Meeting Josh [Martinez] was cool! There's just something about Josh. He has such an energy. And meeting Derrick was like meeting a God. That was the hardest thing for me when they did that proposal not to freak out! I wanted to explode. They were all legends there.

What have you learned since the finale about the game that is the most surprising to you?

The JC vote with Kaitlyn and Rockstar! He was fifth in my head when thinking who could have done it. That was crazy. He was the most adamant about Kaitlyn leaving.

Was there anyone based on first impressions that you thought you were going to align with and are glad you didn't?

Bayleigh. I truly like Bayleigh so much and then in the first competition when she yelled at me for putting the dot in her [tube]. How am I supposed to work with you? You're yelling at me in front of everybody! It really disappointed me too because Bayleigh's beautiful, I loved her personality, but from that moment on I just knew she was not going to be somebody I could work with.

Are you going to her wedding with Swaggy C?

I don't think I'll be invited, but if I'm invited I'll totally go. I know Swaggy is so mad at me. All he said to me [last night] was, "We'll talk. We'll talk." I love those guys. I really do.

If you were on the other side of the house would they have done better?

They tried to get me in on it and I said, "Let me ask your leader, real quick." I asked Swaggy and he said, "Nah. That's too big of an alliance." And I said, "All right cool! I don't want to be a part of it anyway, thanks." They had no clue what was going on ever! If I joined them I wouldn't have made it to jury. I picked the right team and we stuck to it.

Fessy getting out Scottie how did that happen?

(Laughs!) That was awesome. That was JC's doing! And that's what we needed. I don't get it! And then Fessy voted for Kaycee to win he told me because she got him out. Whatever. It's Fessy, man.

Which jury vote surprised you the most?

In my head I always thought either Fess or Scottie would vote for me. People say they were surprised by Sam's, but I always calculated that Sam would vote for Kaycee over me.

You could see that JC was emotional before getting voted out and was hurt by it. What did you and Kaycee tell him?

After the feeds went off we talked to him before the show and said, "It's been Kaycee [from the beginning.]" It was especially hard for me because he really thought I was his number one. He always had my back. And he was a part of every blindside. I thought sitting next to him not only would I lose, but I'd be backstabbing Kaycee. We owed it to him to tell him. It was a tough conversation.

You and Angela are going on The Amazing Race, right?

What!

Joking, but would you do it?

As long as I get to hang out with her and don't have to pretend that we barely talk. I want to hang out with her right now! It turns out she has a little extra space in L.A. and I might go crash over here for a little bit and see how things go.

Kaycee said she'd pick Rachel to compete with against you and Angela on The Amazing Race. What do you think about that?

She picked Rachel? Oh, Kaycee, come on! Rachel! You know who would win. Angela and I would crush them. But Kaycee and I would probably crush Angela and Rachel.

If you won the final four veto would you have taken Angela to final three?

I knew for a fact that winning it would not only destroy a game relationship, a jury vote, but it would destroy a personal relationship. I was truly stuck. So I knew they both would take me and that I couldn't win that veto.

You threw it?

Yeah I threw it. I'm the biggest idiot in the world for throwing the most important veto of the summer, but it worked. I could not make that choice. It was my best friend and the love of my life.

Where does "Level Six" rank compared to all the alliances who have played before you?

In my head I really felt that we had to be one of the top alliances. We were loyal, we always had a plan and won so many competitions. Even when we were up against the wall and had to get rid of our own person it was a blindside. I feel bad for Winston. I wish he was there a little bit longer.

Are you going to play the game again? Which Big Brother legend do you want to play with?

You know I would play again! I don't know if they're going to ask me, but I would definitely play with Ika. We would probably end up hating each other! But I love Ika. I would play with Derrick and Zach Rance. I would probably get voted out first, but I'd play with anybody again. This was the best summer of my life.

Should Tyler have won the game? Were you team Kaycee? Sound off in the comments section below and stay tuned to the Live Feed for all things Big Brother.

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Source: https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/live-feed/big-brother-20-tyler-crispen-finale-interview-1147526

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