#jerry lewis fanfic

[ringa-starr]

I would like to dedicate this fic to @fredandginger64. You're awesome and I hope we can be friends. :) I hope this story is to your liking and I hope you all enjoy!

Peace, Love, M&L

Love,

-Dee

"You've got to be kidding me, Dean!" Jerry exclaimed, slapping his hand on the worn-out diner counter. His eyes bulged with a mix of exasperation and disbelief.

Dean's smirk remained steadfast as he took a casual sip of his black coffee. "What's the big deal, Jer?" he quipped, his tone as smooth as the jazz playing faintly in the background. "It's just a little harmless fun, like old times."

Jerry leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a stern whisper. "Those 'little' stunts of yours have gotten us into more trouble than I can count, and we're not spring chickens anymore. You're going to break a hip or something!"

Dean's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Oh, come on now, pal. Live a little. Besides, if you're worried about breaking hips, you should be more concerned with your dance moves."

Jerry rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up. "You're one to talk, Mr. Two-Left-Feet," he shot back, a hint of playfulness seeping into his voice.

Dean set his coffee down and leaned back on the stool, crossing his arms over his chest. "Look, I know I've been a little wild lately, but you've got to admit, it's kept things interesting around here." The diner was their usual spot, a relic of their past that had seen countless laughs, schemes, and the occasional heated debate. The chrome and vinyl stools had held their secrets for decades, and the scent of greasy food and stale coffee was almost comforting.

Jerry's expression softened a bit as he took in the familiar surroundings. "I know, Dean. But we've got responsibilities now. Families, careers... we can't just go around pulling pranks like we're still teenagers." He paused, his gaze drifting to the jukebox in the corner, playing a tune that had been popular back when they were first starting out.

Dean's smile faded, and he nodded solemnly. "I get it, Jerry. But sometimes I miss the simplicity of those days." He paused, his eyes misting over. "The laughter, the camaraderie... it's all so complicated now."

Jerry reached out and gripped Dean's shoulder, his thumb tracing the fabric of his old friend's jacket. "I miss it too, buddy. But we've got each other, and that's what counts." He sighed, the weight of their years resting heavily on his shoulders. "Let's just keep an eye on each other, huh?"

Dean's eyes cleared, and he nodded in agreement, patting Jerry's hand. "Alright, I'll cool it down, for you. But just one more, I promise," he said with a wink, his mischievous spark returning.

Jerry sighed, knowing that was the best he was going to get. "Just make sure it's nothing that'll land us in the hospital," he warned.

Dean's response was a nonchalant shrug. "No promises there," he said, his voice light and breezy. The diner's bell jingled as the door swung open, letting in a gust of cool evening air and the sound of distant traffic. A young couple entered, laughing and holding hands, and the two men watched them with a mix of nostalgia and envy. Their youthful energy was a stark contrast to the creases that time had etched into their own faces and the weariness that lined their eyes.

The waitress, a plump woman with a beehive hairstyle and a name tag that read "Sally," sauntered over to refill their mugs. "You two still at it?" she asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Dean flashed her a grin. "You know us, Sally. We're like a couple of old married folks, always bickering."

Sally chuckled, her eyes warm and knowing. "You two ain't changed a bit," she said, shaking her head. "Still causing trouble after all these years."

Jerry couldn't help but smile at the familiar banter. "You say that like it's a bad thing," he quipped.

Sally wagged her finger at Dean. "You watch it, mister. You're not too old for me to still swat your behind if you get out of line."

Jerry's grin widened. "Oh, c'mon Sally," he spoke up, "you know you enjoy keeping us in check. It keeps you young."

Sally playfully slapped her order pad against the counter, feigning offense. "Jerry Lewis, you're as much trouble now as you were when you two first strutted in here with those ridiculous bow ties!" She couldn't help but laugh, the lines around her eyes crinkling with affection.

Dean took the opportunity to slide off his stool, his eyes never leaving Jerry's. "Speaking of keeping things interesting," he began, a glint in his eye, "I've got a little surprise planned for the upcoming reunion show."

Jerry's smile faltered, his grip tightening around his coffee mug. "Dean, you're not serious. We agreed to keep it low-key, remember?"

Dean waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, it's nothing crazy, just a little something to get the old crowd going." He winked. "Trust me, it'll be a hit."

Jerry's stomach lurched, a knot of anxiety forming. "Dean, we're not the same guys we were back then. We've got to be careful."

"Aw, come on, Jerry," Dean protested, slapping him on the back. "It's just one night. We'll show 'em we've still got it!"

Jerry couldn't argue with the excitement in Dean's voice. The thought of performing together again, even for a night, stirred something within him, a spark of the joy they'd shared when they were young and fearless. "Okay, fine," he relented, "but you're promising me no stunts, no surprises."

Dean held up three fingers in a boy scout salute. "Scout's honor, no surprises... unless they're the good kind."

Jerry's eyes narrowed slightly, but he decided to let it go. He knew he couldn't change Dean's ways overnight. "Alright, but remember, I'm holding you to that."

Dean saluted again before turning to Sally, his grin widening. "You'll be there to see it, won't you, Sally?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she replied, her smile genuine. "Now, what'll it be, you two?"

They ordered their usual – a burger and fries for Dean, a grilled cheese with tomato soup for Jerry – and the conversation drifted to the reunion show. Despite Jerry's reservations, he couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of stepping back into the limelight, even if it was just for one night.

The days leading up to the show were a whirlwind of rehearsals and costume fittings. The old theater had changed hands several times over the years, but it still held a special place in their hearts. The dusty stage, the faded velvet curtains, and the creaky floorboards all whispered memories of their youthful escapades.

As the opening night approached, Jerry couldn't shake the feeling that Dean had something up his sleeve. Every time he brought it up, Dean would just laugh it off, saying he was "keeping the magic alive." Jerry's nerves grew tauter with each passing hour.

The theater was bustling with activity, a cacophony of sound echoing through the backstage area. Stagehands rushed about, finalizing the set and checking lights, while a cacophony of laughter and chatter filled the air. Old friends and colleagues had come out of the woodwork to support them, and the camaraderie was palpable.

Jerry stood in the wings, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to the band warming up. He hadn't felt this nervous since their first show together, so many years ago. The audience was a sea of faces, a mix of those who had watched them rise to stardom and those too young to remember their heyday. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts.

"You ready, Jer?" Dean's voice was calm and steady beside him, a stark contrast to the tumult within Jerry.

Jerry took one last deep breath, forcing a smile onto his face. "As ready as I'll ever be." He stepped out onto the stage, the lights blinding him momentarily. The crowd erupted into applause, and the band struck up the opening number.

The first few jokes were well-rehearsed, a trip down memory lane that had the audience in stitches. As they hit their stride, Jerry began to relax, the old rhythm of their act settling comfortably into place. He glanced over at Dean, who was playing the straight man with surprising finesse.

But as the night went on, Jerry noticed a glint in Dean's eye that hadn't been there during rehearsals. His heart sank as he realized his friend hadn't listened to his pleas for caution. They approached the grand finale, a skit that had always been one of their signatures. It involved a complex series of physical gags and had been designed to showcase their youthful agility.

"Jerry, remember, just follow my lead," Dean whispered, the mischief in his voice unmistakable.

Jerry swallowed hard, his palms growing clammy. "Dean, we talked about this," he hissed back, trying to keep his voice low enough not to be picked up by the microphone.

But Dean was already in motion, setting the stage for the grand finale with an enthusiasm that belied his age. The crowd roared with excitement, clearly eager to see what the dynamic duo had in store. Jerry took his place, trying to focus on the scripted routine while his mind raced with worst-case scenarios.

The skit began with a simple dance number, which they both executed with surprising grace, considering the years that had passed. The crowd clapped along, their laughter swelling with each step and twirl. Then, without warning, Dean launched into an impromptu backflip, landing awkwardly on the edge of the stage.

Jerry's eyes went wide, and he could feel the color drain from his face as he watched Dean wobble precariously. The audience gasped, and for a heart-stopping moment, it seemed as if his friend would tumble into the orchestra pit below. But with a cheeky grin, Dean regained his balance and shot a wink out at the crowd, who erupted into applause and cheers.

Jerry forced a chuckle, his heart racing. He knew he had to stay sharp, to be ready for whatever Dean threw at him next. They continued the skit, each gag more daring than the last, and with each one, the tension between them grew tauter.

The climax of the performance was a human pyramid, a stunt they hadn't attempted in years. Dean insisted they could still pull it off, and the audience's anticipation was palpable. Jerry's knees trembled as he climbed onto the base, his heart hammering against his ribs. He looked up at Dean, who was poised at the top, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Ready, Jer?" Dean called down.

Jerry took a deep breath and nodded, gripping the shoulders of the men beneath him. The music swelled, and the audience leaned forward in their seats. This was it. The moment of truth.

The base of the pyramid shifted slightly, and Jerry felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. The lights above the stage were hot and intense, and he could feel the heat of the spotlight on his back as he climbed, one trembling hand at a time. The world narrowed to just the stage and the faces of the men holding him up.

"Ready?" Dean called again, his smile never wavering.

Jerry took one final breath, his grip tightening. "Ready," he managed to reply, his voice steady despite his racing heart. The music reached its crescendo, and with a collective effort, the pyramid of bodies rose into the air. For a moment, they held perfectly still, a tableau of camaraderie and defiance against the ravages of time.

And then, as if the universe had conspired against them, the bottom man lost his balance, toppling the entire structure like a house of cards. Jerry felt himself falling, his heart in his throat, time seemingly slowing to a crawl. He closed his eyes, bracing for impact. But instead of pain, he felt strong arms catch him, and the sound of laughter filled his ears.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself cradled in Dean's arms, the latter's face a mask of feigned surprise. The crowd roared with laughter, thinking it was all part of the act. Dean winked at him, a devilish twinkle in his eye, and Jerry couldn't help but laugh too, the tension dissipating. They had done it. They had survived the grand finale without serious injury.

As they took their bows, the applause thunderous and the smiles on their faces genuine, Jerry couldn't help but feel a warmth in his chest. The connection between them was as strong as ever, the years melting away as they shared the stage once more.

"You crazy son of a gun," Jerry murmured, panting slightly as the curtains closed.

Dean chuckled, setting him down gently. "What, you didn't enjoy that?" He draped an arm around Jerry's shoulders, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of their near-disaster.

Jerry swiped at the dust on his jacket, his own smile reluctant but genuine. "You know I did, you joker," he admitted. "But you scared ten years off me back there."

"Hey," Dean retorted, slapping him on the back, "that's what friends are for, right?" His grin was infectious, and Jerry found himself smiling back, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

The dressing room was a flurry of activity as they changed out of their costumes, surrounded by the well-wishers and old friends. Each pat on the back, each congratulation, was a testament to the joy they had brought to the crowd. Despite the close call, Jerry couldn't deny that the thrill of performing together had rekindled something within him.

As the room cleared out, Dean turned to Jerry with a serious look. "Look, Jer, I know I pushed it tonight, but you've gotta admit, we still got it." He paused, his expression softening. "But maybe we should ease up on the stunts, huh?"

Jerry nodded, his eyes misting over. "Yeah, maybe we should," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We're not kids anymore, Dean."

Dean's expression grew solemn, his hand resting gently on Jerry's shoulder. "I know," he said softly. "But we're still a hell of a team."

Jerry nodded, his eyes meeting Dean's with a silent understanding. They had come a long way from their early days, but the bond between them remained unshaken. "Alright, Dean," he conceded, "just no more surprises, okay?"

Dean held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Scout's honor," he repeated, his smile warm and reassuring. "But we've still got a few tricks up our sleeves."

Jerry rolled his eyes but couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "Just don't make me the punchline of any more of them, okay?"

Dean's smile grew wider. "Can't promise that, but I'll do my best." The two men shared a laugh that held a hint of the youth they had long ago left behind.

The reunion show had been a hit, a testament to the timeless appeal of their friendship and comedy. As they stepped out into the cool night air, the theater's marquee flickering above them, Jerry couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. "You know, Dean, maybe we've still got a few good years left in us," he mused, his eyes scanning the empty streets.

Dean clapped him on the back, his laugh lines deepening. "You bet we do, Jer," he said, his eyes sparkling with the excitement of the evening. "But let's not push our luck too much, huh?"

Jerry nodded, his own laugh lines crinkling as he smiled. "Agreed. We'll stick to the jokes, leave the acrobatics to the youngsters."

The two men made their way to their separate cars, the sound of their laughter echoing off the empty theater walls. As they parted ways, each climbing into their vehicles, Jerry couldn't shake the feeling that this night had been more than just a trip down memory lane. It was a reminder that, despite the years that had passed, their friendship remained as strong as ever.

[technicolor-times]

The wonder of you

Jerry Lewis x reader

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Request: I have lots of ideas for Jerry x reader fics! Could I please make a request where the reader and Jerry have their first child? :D @ringa-starr

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“Hello princess”

Jerry’s voice floated softly through the room as the door gently swung open and he stepped in. He smiled at you sweetly making his way to you in a hurry. In his hands he held a box of chocolates and a dozen of your favorite flowers. You returned the smile and opened your arms when he leaned down to hug you. His embrace was warm and gentle and the warm spicy scent of his cologne greeted you like an old friend.

“How are you darling? Did they torture you, my girl?”

He cooed , settling in the wooden chair placed next to your hospital bed. He set the chocolates and flowers on the table. He ran his hand gently through your hair , pushing it out of your face. It had clung there from the sweat that had dripped down your forehead during the rigors of childbirth.

You chuckled , letting your head rest on his arm as you sighed contentedly. You were so happy he was here with you , he brought you so much joy and solace it was a miracle you could be away from him for even a second. Jerry is the absolute love of your life.

“Oh it wasn’t so bad… I’m glad it’s over”

You replied softly , your eyelids dropped low with exhaustion.

“It’s a girl , did they tell you?”

You asked turning your gaze up to him. His beautiful green eyes sparkled back at you with such love and respect.

“Yeah baby they told me, just what we wanted .. finally a little baby girl”

His smile broke across his face triumphantly. He had a beautiful smile , he always said he hated it but you loved it more than anything in the world.

“You gave me a baby girl , I’m so proud of you princess..”

He added as he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb , he caressed you so gently as though you were delicate porcelain and he was afraid to shatter you.

“Did you see her yet?”

You questioned , letting your eyes fall closed as Jerry soothed you in to a deep relaxation with his gentle touches and dulcet voice.

“Yeah I did , she’s getting cleaned up now. she’s so beautiful (y/n) , just like her mama”

He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his face in to your neck.

“You’re the strongest, most wonderful woman in the world you know that don’t you?”

He asked rhetorically , his eyes roamed your face checking for signs of discomfort.

“Lots of women have babies darling”

You reply with a small chuckle patting his chest , letting your fingers roam over his silk tie.

“Yeah but not all of them have my babies … just you, precious girl”

He answered right away, kissing you softly on the lips this time. It was slow , it was gentle , it was warm and eroded any thought of pain you were in.

When he pulled away he looked at you holding your face in his hands.

“A baby Girl”

He whispered, tears glinted in his waterline of his eyes and you smiled at how vulnerable and tender this man could be . Most people looked at jerry and saw a clown , a comedian. You looked at jerry and saw a beautiful ,compassionate , feeling soul who would do anything for the people he loved and you felt so so so lucky that you were one of those people.

“Is there anything I can do for you love? Are you hungry?”

He questioned , his thick brows furrowing with concern.

You shook your head lightly

“Oh no thank you, I just need some sleep”

You replied with a heavy sigh.

Jerry stood , fixing the blanket over your body just so. He fluffed your pillow and slid onto the hospital bed next to you before putting his arm behind your head pulling you into his broad chest and wrapping his other arm around your waist.

“You go to sleep princess, don’t worry about anything , I’m here and I’m going to make sure these people get you everything you need”

He assured adjusting himself to make sure you were comfortable. Your head lulled and dropped on his chest. You felt safe , warm and loved. You laid with Jerry on the brink of sleep , his chest rising and falling with his steady breaths. His fingers drawing soft circles on your waist as he holds you. The pitter patter of rain danced on the windows. you smiled to yourself, nuzzled into jerry, you closed your eyes enjoying the last few moments of quiet you have before you take your new baby home.

Everything will be fine , as long as jerry is by your side everything will always be wonderful.

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AN: I hope you all enjoy this short little one shot! If you have a request for something you’d like me to write please put your request in my ask box , thanks for reading!

[virfujiwara]

bill baker and junior jackson // Matt Maltese - Everyone Adores You (at least I do)

And they were roommates....

[fredandginger64]

@ringa-starr thank you, thank you!!! I cannot wait to read it. I’m at work right now and I don’t want to rush through it. I’ll savour every bit of it when I get home. You’re an angel because Dean and Jerry have captured my whole heart

[wanderingmind867]

I feel like DC never established their multiverse enough by the time of Crisis on Infinite Earths. The thing DC absolutely needed to do was at least introduce us to the first 20 worlds. Earth-One is home to the characters of the silver and bronze age, Earth-Two is home to the characters of the Golden Age, Earth-Three is where everything is reversed (so we have the Crime Syndicate), Earth-Four is home to the Charlton Characters, and Earth-Twelve was the home of the humour comics (like the Bob Hope and Jerry Lewis comics, the Inferior Five, presumably Angel and the Ape, etc). But Earths 5-11 were blank slates. And Earths 13-20 were also pretty much blank slates.

Thankfully, I know that it's now established that Earth-Five is also Earth-S, home to the Fawcett Comics Characters. And that Earth-Ten is Earth-X, home of the Quality Comics Characters, and also a world where the Nazis won WW2. But Earths 6-9 are still mysteries. As are Earths 11 and 13-20. So I wish we'd get some elaboration on who lives on those worlds. Or at least some speculation that could allow fanfic writers to flesh those worlds out or something.

[octaneink]

Ring Ring

This was going to be a fanfic for Harry, I had the summary for the story below.

He stood there watching her as she stood in a forest green three-piece suit, her wild red curly hair askew, hands stained green along with the sleeves of her once white blouse. A loud, ugly, boisterous laughter erupting from her, swaying slightly due to how hard she was laughing, and he couldn't help but think, “She is one beautiful woman.”

But it never progressed further than what I have below. I wrote myself into a corner.

Should say that this is an original character x Harry Lewis work

Walking on the street towards Oliver’s flat in a three-piece forest green suit and coat with a tote packed to the brim with alcohol, Aurora would have thought she would have gained a few strange looks. But the people around her just continued by, minding their own business. Though, she supposed, it is London. They are well known for minding their own business. She understood why Oliver and Dory live here, the streets were clean, obviously high end but not too much. She knew the more luxurious flats would be in gated communities she could never step into but only ever see a glimpse of. She looked at the bare trees, typical for January, and hoped that the theme of people minding their own business would keep until later in the day. She’s apprehensive of Oliver’s idea on how to celebrate his stag, one of Oliver’s traits was to go big or go home.

Spotting the three-terrace flat, she walked up to the drive, unlocking the gate and walked down the steps. They were currently renting the bottom floor of the flat, which got converted into a two bedroom. She’s seen pictures, but it would be the first time she would step into the flat. This is the first time she’d be in London, she’s lucky that she hadn’t got that lost on the way here. Walking up to the door, she raised her fist and knocked three times firmly on the hard wood door. Aurora would have texted when she visits friends, but this was Oliver, another of his traits was to only answer the phone for Dory. How he knew when she called or texted will always baffle her. Thumping steps grew louder until the door swung open, Oliver’s flush smiling face greeted her, turning back to the flat he yelled “RORY’S HERE!”.

He turned to face her again, walking further into the flat, and beckoned her in. She stepped in, closing and locking the door behind her. As she took off her shoes, she looked around at the entrance, there were pictures of Oliver and Dory with each other, parents, and friends. She saw herself in many of them, she looked so young. Now in her socks, she walks further in the flat, the smell of alcohol grew stronger and stronger the further she walked “Fucking hell, it's only ten, and you’ve already been drinking?"

The living room connected to the kitchen, looking around the place she spotted many alcoholic bottles and mixers. There was a bowl of ice melting on the dining table, under it, she could see two other bags. David and Peter were sitting at the table, David showing something on his phone as Peter animated in whatever he was talking about. Oliver walked into the kitchen where on the kitchen island random things were placed, surrounding the island stood Henry and Theodore also chatting among themselves. Between the table and the kitchen, there was a long white L-shaped leather sofa, James, Jerry, Joe, John, and Matt sat along it chatting to themselves.

“More like haven’t stopped. We’ve been at it since last night.” Matt spoke up, his tie dangling loosely around his neck. Aurora wondered when the rest of his clothes would come undone; he had an odd habit of stripping when he'd had too much to drink. She’s lost count of the number of times she’s followed him, trying to put clothes on and trying to stop them from getting kicked out. It’s been a fifty-fifty success result, it worked better when she had the other lads help her.

"Just means you have to catch up with us," Jared said as he walked in from the backyard, the scent of artificial lemon and blueberries trailing him, he quit smoking last you two talked "you only have until midday before we start filming."

Walking over to the table, she placed the bottles from her bag on any spare surface, handing Peter and David a Cobra bottle each, both nodding their heads in thanks. Once she placed the bottles on the table, she took one of the plastic cups on the table and poured out three fingers of soju. "What’s this big thing you want us to do, then? Why's it so hush-hush, and what’s with the suits?" That got the lads' attention.

Looking around the room again, she noted everyone’s suit colours. James, Jerry, Joe, and Jordan wore navy suits; Matt, David, Peter, and Henry wore salmon suits; and Aurora, Oliver, Theodore, and John had forest green suits.

"This isn’t gonna be some weird cult thing, right?" John asked while everyone else watched Oliver pull out a box from under the sink "Because I swear if you pull some weird shite out of that box I am walking out now, and I am taking bottles with me.” Loud, boisterous laughter followed his statement.

Oliver shook his head. "Nah, nah, none of that kinky shit, I swear.” He laid out the items on the table; there were four bags of green, pink, and blue, making a total of twelve, along with the same number of go-pros and the handles or the device that allow you to wear it on your chest.

He then unlocked his phone and started to read aloud "In teams of four," he gestured to his suit, then to the surrounding others, "we aim to eliminate the other people on the opposite teams by tagging them." He grabbed the green bag, "Your team's colour is used to tag the other groups, you coat your hand in it and tag the other person. Do not throw it." he emphasized. "If you throw the powder, you will be eliminated, and your team will get points deducted. One point will be added for every person you tag. Two points will be taken if you throw the powder." He put down the bag and took out three sheets of paper. "Along with tagging the other teams, there is a list of things you need to do. Do as much as you can before you get eliminated. If your teammates get tagged, those that are left have to do it until they lose or win. Once you have been tagged out, you can’t try to tag the other person, you are eliminated. People turn on your location. You will be tracked and hunted down. Adds a little spice, no?"

He paused, scrolling down. "Oh, and there is a limit as to how far we can go. I have made group chats for the whole of us, and I sent the area there. The area will slowly close every hour, so keep an eye on that. We do have a late lunch reservation at five in a restaurant. I am sending the address to the group chat now. If not, everyone is tagged by then, keep an eye on your phones for updates. I need video proof, people. I want to keep this and look back at it and be a sentimental little shit. "Got it?" he asked the rest of the group, nodding.

"Any questions?"

"Is this legal?" Aurora asked, her mind running through the possibilities of the group breaking the laws and somehow ending up in jail. The lads burst into laughter again, and she honestly didn’t know if they found it funny or if they were just too drunk and found everything funny.

"Of course, it is, as long as we don’t break anything, not to mention the powder we use is environmentally friendly. It dissolves in water, and the ingredients used are non-toxic." Oliver answered.

"What’s the prize for the winner?" Theodore asked.

"Ah, I knew I forgot something." Oliver said facepalming "The winning group gets," he paused and started to drum, the others following "jack shit." Queue the loud booing and a "I DEMAND A PRIZE ACKNOWLEDGEMENT FOR WHEN I WIN." from Joe. "Feeling confident there, eh Joe?" Henry asked.

"Damn right, I do."

At that moment, Aurora knew that the Pinks and Greens had come to an agreement that Joe would be the first target. "And with that overconfidence, I will now stop taking questions and instead, go back to drinking!"

Everyone cheered, Aurora and John walked over to the table and started picking up the items and putting them on. Aurora’s phone let out a ping, deciding to look at it later, she decided to make some food. She only had a coffee before leaving her flat, and if she wanted to continue drinking, play the game, and not have the world spin uncontrollably, she needed to eat something. She went to the fridge and made two sandwiches for herself after making an offer for the rest of the group and getting a negative response. Sitting on the counter away from anything important, she bit into her first sandwich and fished out her phone, reading the notification, she got a text from her friend Kon.

Kon stared at his phone as the others hustled around him, he was ready to head out he just needed the lads then he would be ready. He stared at the phone reading Rory’s reply. Her group seem to be going the same way the lads are but an hour later, he wonders if he will see her sooner than their planned catch-up day. Kon knew she would be in London for two weeks, spending today celebrating Oliver’s stag and tomorrow would be spent for Daisy’s. He heard someone walk over to him, looking up he saw Ethan, "We boring you are we?"

Kon rolled his eyes, "Nah, catching up with Rory, who’s here for Oliver’s bachelor party. The group’s going to be out in town, Oliver apparently wants to let out the group on the streets of London to play tag with dyes, film it all and will most likely be heavily intoxicated the whole time."

Ethan paused and considered, "That would be a sick idea for a video, you know."

Aurora’s face felt warm, her cheeks and belly hurt from laughing so much, she and John were laughing at David. The man was curious to try the soju she brought for them, and he was wondering why they were drinking so little. His confusion furthered when he tried the peach flavoured soju, saying it tasted like juice, nothing like alcohol at all. The pair warned him, but he ignored them and managed to chug down the small bottle when John was distracted with Theodore’s questions and Aurora getting more food. Now, David swayed on his feet after he stood up to start playing tag with the group. Aurora and John helped him regain his balance, their laugher dying down.

“I see what you mean now.” That bought the two back to loud rumbustious laughter, the three of them leaning on each other to not fall over. Their laugher caught Oliver’s attention; he was lingering behind the group so he could lock up behind them. He looked at the three then the bottles of soju on the table and said, “Ah, he didn’t believe in the soju?” the two nodded and Oliver remembered his first-time trying soju. He remembered saying it wasn’t shit, then waling with the most skull splitting hangover.

“Ok we can start walking now, the world is spinning less. But I need help to go up those stairs’ lads.” The three of them walked towards the open door, John leading the way up the stairs, David’s arm over his shoulder. The two bulky lads fitting tightly through the narrow staircase, while Aurora stood behind David with her arm on his back, ready if he were to slip past John. She could hear Oliver lock the door behind her.

Once they reached the top of the stairs’ she heard laugher and saw Matt filming the group already, he and Henry were laughing the hardest out of anyone. Aurora rolled her eyes and said, “I don’t know why you’re laughing so hard mate, he’s in your group.” That made them pause, while the other lads laughing even harder.

“Fuck off, let’s go now. You lot took too long.” Matt said, walking off in a false annoyed manner.

The group walked into the starting place some stumbling and giggling uncontrollably. Aurora knows that they are easy pickings and would be targeted by the opposite group first. She wonders for a moment if she should pretend to be more intoxicated than she is now so she could lure in the lads and tag them easier. But as she thought against it, that would make the game more boring in her opinion.

"Everyone, get ready!" Oliver shouted, as he gathered everyone around him. "Place your GoPro cameras on the sticks or chest harness, make sure to turn them on, and let me know once you're all set."

Aurora quickly grabbed a chest harness and secured her GoPro camera on it. She removed her suit jacket, put on the harness and adjusted it to fit snugly over her vest and white button-down shirt. After putting the jacket back on, she turned on the camera and grabbed a bag of the green powder. "Ready!" she announced, as she joined the others.

The others soon followed, and Oliver counted down from three. "Go!" he shouted.

Chaos.

Absolute fucking chaos.

As expected, half of Aurora's team and everyone from the pink team ran straight for Joe.

Aurora turned as she heard a loud shout and saw a burst of colour as Joe was covered in the green powder. The colour combination reminded her of Patrick's shorts, and she couldn't help but snigger as she heard Matt's loud laughter and David's shout of "Run, dumbass!"

A loud exclamation of “Oh shit.” came from Matt. As he was distracted, Theo pounced and tagged him, causing more laughter to erupt.

As she ran, Aurora formulated a plan. She knew they were being tracked, so if she ran in the opposite direction of everyone, it would give her time to familiarize herself with the busy streets. Ticking off the challenges as she went. Although the thought of hiding and letting everyone else tag each other was tempting, she knew it would be too boring.

Tobi's gaze was fixated on the trio of men coated in an explosion of green and pink powder. They stumbled past him, with one man relying on the support of his friends. Tobi's camera followed their every move, capturing their bewildered expressions and the trail of coloured powder they left in their wake.

"What is going on?" Tobi muttered, turning to Simon with a look of confusion. "Did I miss some kind of marketing stunt?" Simon looked at him quizzically, his brow furrowed in confusion. Tobi gestured behind him, directing Simon's attention to the strange spectacle. Simon peered in the direction Tobi pointed, still looking bewildered. The two of them were at a loss to explain the unusual event playing out before them.

“To be fair though, it is London.” Randolph chimed in from the shop’s entrance, where he had seen the spectacle from. He handed Tobi and Simon their drinks, the condensation from the cold beverages dampening his palms.

“True, true.” Tobi and Simon agreed.

Looking at the map and deciding that she was far enough away, Aurora scanned the list of challenges she needed to complete. It included finding a red bus ticket, a picture of Big Ben, a menu from a traditional British pub, a London black cab receipt, a picture of a red telephone box, a piece of street art, a leaflet from the Tower of London. It also included a picture of a famous London landmark such as Trafalgar Square, St. Paul's Cathedral, or the London Bridge.

Should be easy enough, she thinks to herself. She wished Oliver had her create an app for this, she could have programmed it to show the things she needed to cross off on the map instead of looking on Google Maps for the actual place. Aurora looked at her list of challenges, then at the map of central London, and decided it was time to start. She made sure to keep a constant watch over her shoulder, making sure no one was following her or waiting to tag her. She was determined to complete this scavenger hunt and game of tag becoming the winner.

Aurora scanned the bustling streets of London, searching for a store that sold anything she could use as a bag. She needed a secure place to hold her bag of green powder and any items she collected during her scavenger hunt. After wandering for a few minutes, she stumbled upon a charity shop with a bright neon green fanny pack on display. Though the shade was eye-catching, almost to the point of being painful to look at, she knew it was exactly what she required.

She quickly made her way to the counter and bought the fanny pack, eager to start ticking things off her scavenger hunt list. With her newly acquired fanny pack securely fastened snugly around her waist, Aurora set off on her adventure, determined to gather all the items and avoid being tagged by her opponents.

First on her list was to find a Red Bus ticket. She walked down the busy streets, debating on buying one herself or just finding a discarded ticket on the ground. Since she was nowhere near Big Ben, she decided it would be ideal to buy a ticket and get off the nearest stop to Big Ben and take a picture of it either inside the bus or outside. Going to the ticket booth she asked if it was possible, and when a positive was given she paid for the ticket, boarded then headed off. She ticked the first item off her list, tucking the ticket into the fanny pack.

Disembarking the bus, Aurora caught sight of the towering Big Ben, taking possibly the worst photo of her life to cross off that item on her scavenger hunt list. Taking a moment to absorb the bustling atmosphere of the busy London streets, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps getting closer and closer. Glancing over her shoulder, she spotted James, his bright blue hands a giveaway and suit, sprinting towards her. "Shite," she muttered, quickly turning and darting in the opposite direction. She weaved her way through the crowded streets, her heart pounding with excitement, until she was sure she had lost him. With a triumphant grin, she took a deep breath and set off to tackle the next item on her list.

Aurora walked through the busy streets of London, taking in all the sights and keeping an eye out for anything she could tick off her list. Her destination was Trafalgar Square. As she made her way towards it, she noticed several graffiti-covered alleyways and couldn't resist taking a few snapshots. Ticking off another item on her scavenger hunt list, she’s very happy in doing the challenges before looking for people to tag.

When she finally arrived at Trafalgar Square, she took a moment to look at the towering columns and the fountains that surrounded it. She quickly snapped a picture of the landmark, capturing the stunning view in a sub-par way. This picture was even better than the one she took of Big Ben earlier, though it’s an easy thing to beat, as the previous image was abysmal. She marked it off her list and continued on.

Next, she decided to take an Uber to the Tower of London, where she picked up a leaflet about the history of the building, tucking it once again into her fanny pack. All this walking around has really started to sober her up. While in the walking outside, she texted Kon if he knew any traditional British pubs.

Kon looked at his phone then to the guys idly chatting at the bar “Is it alright if Rory pops in for a bit? There’s a-” Kon began to ask before he was interrupted by Ethan, who he was closest to, replying “Yea sure, the more, the merrier.” Kon thanked him and sent her the address. It should be quick for her because she’s at the Tower of London.

She looked around for a black cab, needing the receipt to cross off another thing on her list. Her phone pinged, and it was a location sent by Kon, she Googled it. The Red Dog Saloon, while it wasn’t a traditional pub, Kon said he was with some locals that may know more than him. Sending him a text confirming that she would go there, she looked for a black cab and told them the address. Getting there, she made sure to ask for a receipt.

Getting to the traditional pub, Aurora walked in and ordered. She then walked up to the bar and asked the waiter, “Excuse me, is it possible that I take this menu?” The waiter looked at her with tired, dead eyes, “Do what you want, mate, just don’t get caught and don’t drag me into it.”

And that was it!

You could probably see where I wrote myself into a wall.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Quarantine was a weird time because why was I reading ship fanfic of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis and ship fanfic of The Rat Pack

[semperama]

🥤🍄❄️

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I feel like I've recced a lot of my faves many times over already! I always wish I had more time for reading so I could promote some good fics that were lesser-known. I guess I'll share a couple non-F1 fics for people who might want to branch out! If anyone who follows me has become 911-curious after witnessing my foray, I read this great zombie apocalypse fic the other day that I really, really enjoyed. I feel like apocalyptic fics can be hit-or-miss, but this one is really well done. Or going farther back in time to my Star Trek days, this is my absolute favorite Spones fic, and this Kirk/Uhura fic changed my brain chemistry. If you want to get obscure with some classic Hollywood, here's a fun little Dean Martin/Jerry Lewis fic!

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Here's a Ricrussell headcanon for you I've just been thinking about: I think George is more susceptible to gay panic than Daniel is. It seems like it should be the other way around on a surface level, but I think Daniel can more seamlessly make the transition to "heteroflexible" and justify that to himself, whereas George is a little more concerned with how he appears to the world and worried about allowing cracks in his armor. I think this could be a fun dynamic to work with for them, particularly something about how their relationship might start out casual and what it would take for them--and particularly George--to get past any hang-ups.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Oh gosh, this is such a hard question. I don't think I have one dream fic, but...actually wait, I do have one. As much as I enjoy happy endings (and I do!), I also love to be completely emotionally devastated from time to time, haha. And I've read a couple really good dark/sad/no-happy-endings-here F1 fics, but none of them have been Maxiel! And since I have favorite sadfics for all my other OTPs, I feel like I need one for them lol. Maybe something where they can't overcome the difference in their career trajectories, or can't be together because neither is willing to come out, or where one of them is more invested in the relationship than the other. Something that will really tear my heart out and possibly make me cry. I love catharsis!!

[isailmyships]

Boeing Boeing (1965) fanfic,

because i watched the film this weekend and i loved it although it was terrible.

Read [here] on AO3.

[jimmyangel55]

Jimmy Angel

Plot

Comedian, singer, actor Dean Martin fell in love with James Dean, a prostitute he had flings with who later became a big movie star. Then Jimmy died and Dean was alone. So alone. His wife Jeannie couldn’t understand.

His comedy partner Jerry could maybe understand.

Oh yeah, and Dean had a mob boyfriend Lucky who was the head boss of the mafia.

Chapter 1

I felt crushed when I heard the news of Jimmy's death. Jeannie and I saw it on TV. He never even made it to the racetrack. I had to excuse myself because I needed to just fall apart and cry. Jimmy was gone. He wasn't coming back. Only the night before I had him in my arms and he slept soundly against my chest. All I'd be able to hold now was his corpse. When I entered the den, I collapsed on the couch and threw my hands to my face, not able to stop the flow of tears. The poor kid was only 24. I remembered his smile, his laughter, his twinkling blue eyes. He didn't deserve for things to end like this. Poor little Jimmy. What I'd give to just hear his voice again.... For a whole month, I didn't talk to Jerry. People thought it was because I was jealous of him, but it was because he took Jimmy away from me. It had to be him who did it. No one else would do such a thing. Who would have anything against a bright young boy on his way to stardom? Jerry got rid of him to get to me, I knew it. We were mad at each other, I almost electrocuted him on tv, and a week later, Jimmy was gone. Crazy to think the most special person in my life was gone simply because of a stupid feud I was having with idiot Jerry Lewis. I had paranoia that I was going to be killed next. I tried to make things casual as I hung out with Rock or Tab. They couldn't replace Jimmy, yet they both knew him and I needed to surround myself with people who knew Jimmy. Jeannie probably just saw him as a movie star. She didn't see the beautiful kid he was. Could I even trust Rock or Tab? My mind was going crazy. Tab introduced me to a pretty little girl he was pretending to go out with for publicity. She really believed he was straight! Her name was Lori Nelson. Tiny blonde girl. After awhile, she started to latch onto me. I didn't know why I let her talk me into going out with her, except maybe I was lonely. She was even younger than Jimmy. She wasn't interested in having sex before marriage, which was probably a good thing she went out with Tab since he was gay and wasn't interested in having sex with her at all. I really needed a distraction or else I'd be sobbing over Jimmy all day. She could tell I was depressed, though. Sometimes it got so bad that I excused myself to a bathroom, anywhere, just so I could be alone and cry. Then I'd come back and she'd rub my shoulders to comfort me. There was no way she knew what was upsetting me, but that didn't matter to her. What she cared about was that I was alright. Then I got it in my right mind to see Jerry again. Sure, Lori cared about me and everything. However, she didn't have the sense of humor I needed to pull me out of this depressed rut I was in. Only Jerry's funniness could take me out of the black dreariness of my life without Jimmy. We sat in a meeting room at Paramount with other business people. It wasn't a private get together or anything. I joked around, calling him Mr. Loomis. Basically, we agreed to put the feud aside. Maybe he didn't kill Jimmy - who really knew? For some reason, even though I suspected that Jerry killed Jimmy, I felt safe with him. We'd known each other for ten years. We laughed about the same things. Our comedy partnership was basically a marriage. Sometimes in a marriage you fight and break up. Then you get back together again! That was how it was with Jerry and I. The first thing I said when we were alone together at our NBC dressing room was, "Poor Jimmy...." I let the tears fall down my face, unashamed. "There, there, Dino," Jerry sighed. "I hate to see an old man cry." "I should've never left his side. I should've never let him go to that stupid race. He was too young to be doing something so dumb that could end his life. Now he's gone. I'll never see him again or hold him in my arms." "Dino, c'mon, you'll make me cry." "I need him...." "If you can't do the show tonight, we can do it another day." "No, it's fine." I dragged a glass and poured some whiskey. I morbidly wondered for a brief moment if drinking myself to death would bring me to Jimmy. "The truth is, I have his body in a casket in my office." Jerry gaped at me. "They preserved him really well so I could see his face every day," I continued. "I pray every day for him to come back to life, but this praying thing ain't working." Now Jerry covered his mouth, aghast. Yeah, I had an office underneath the Villa Capri, a popular Italian restaurant among stars. It was a little mob office that my mob boyfriend Lucky gave to me. I was kind of a polyamorous guy. There was a projector in the room and I could watch Jimmy's movies over and over again until every scene was ingrained in my memory. I chugged the whiskey and Jerry's scared expression changed to concern. He knew he would have to help me through the show while I was a teensy bit plastered. For awhile, I neglected my family for Lori. Then I gave up on that relationship. I also gave up on Jerry. I stayed with Jeannie and my kids. Sometimes, though, if I completely ignored everybody, I could just sit and imagine Jimmy's smiling face. That was all I needed. It hurt too much knowing I didn't make him happy in the end. He probably feared for his life. Poor Jimmy.

[technicolor-times]

Hey everyone! Just wanted to let you all know that My askbox is open for fic requests of Dean and Jerry , although , I won’t be writing anything where Dean and Jerry are involved romantically with eachother just Dean x reader or Jerry x reader requests please! I love writing about them and it brings me a lot of joy to write fics or short stories for anyone who would like one! Just lmk if you want Dean or Jerry and if you have any prompt ideas for what you’d like your fic to be about

Hope to get some requests soon!

-Anesha

[deanmartinandjerrylewis]

Currently working on a fanfic of Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis #dean&jerry #martinandlewis #fanfic #love #lgbtq

[lilnoobie]

know about me!

im vv anxious

self conscious and insecure

i have panic/anxiety attacks

im introverted and i cant handle too much stimulation

i may be too verbal or not verbal at all, it fluctuates

i need straightforward communication, i need honesty, if youre not clear i may get confused

miscommunication might be common as i dont always know how to say what i mean clearly

really bad rejection sensitivity disorder

im considered hyper empathetic and very sensitive to others around me if my empathy isnt drained (which it normally is)

you dont have to treat me like fine china but honesty and kindess is rlly all id want in a convo/rp

i tend to believe ive done smthn wrong or seem off or annoy others, so if i get annoying or anything, please tell me, id rather have an honest response than a wellmeaning lie, as lying will hurt me more tbh

i have adhd (and possibly autism too, unsure)

i hyperfixate on tons of different things! i really like sonic the hedgehog, the lion king, nbc hannibal, and other medias! i also really like animals of all kinds but i mostly prefer cats.

bad things for me

being too social (or around too many people)

bright lights

loud sounds

being ignored

rudeness or creepiness

being vulnerable

about me!

im open for roleplay but im anxious and shy, so please be nice and understanding

i like a lot of baby stuff (im scared to admit, idk it feels weird) like diapers and pacis and bottles etc.

i draw a lot and color too! i might draw or color smthn for you if we interact! i do this to show that i care about you/think about you!

i love plushies and stuffies! ive got a little collection irl! i also rlly like action figures!!

i like to read comics (that are easy to read, too much detail is not my thing)!

i also like specific cartoons (tom and jerry, sonic boom, sonic x, pokemon, alvin and the chipmunks (80s), etc)! i dont like steven universe, the owl house, she ra, etc. those shows annoy me for some reason.

media i enjoy specifically for agere !

(plus the characters i prefer as caretakers in fanfic!)

doctor who (tenth doctor, donna noble, twelfth doctor, clara oswald, thirteenth doctor, yaz khan, graham o'brien, dan lewis)

sonic the hedgehog (doctor eggman, shadow the hedgehog, rouge the bat, amy rose)

five nights at freddys security breach (sun/moon/daycare attendant/etc)

poppy playtime (huggy wuggy, kissy missy)

death stranding (cliff unger)

hannibal nbc (hannibal lecter, will graham)

twilight (carlisle cullen)

camp camp (david, gwen)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley)

mao mao (mao mao, badgerclops)

ok ko lets be heroes (professor venomous ((NO BOXMAN I DONT LIKE BOXMAN))

twin peaks (dale cooper)

rick and morty (rick sanchez ((specifically from season 4))

sanctuary (helen magnus, will zimmerman, john druitt, nikola tesla, james watson)

solar opposites (korvo, terry)

scrubs (perry cox, john dorian, christopher turk, carla espinosa, jordan sullivan)

stan against evil (stan miller, evie barret)

gravity falls (stan pines, ford pines)

robots (2005) (rodney copperbottom)

harry potter (severus snape)

constantly updating this btw so changes will occur

[thranduilsperkybutt]

songs that remind u of detective loki? 🥺

Ugh, fair warning, love, he gives me such angsty vibes. Hope you bop this and yearn for our dear David Loki. ₓₒₓₒ♡

Become the Beast // Karliene

Dangerous // Royal Deluxe

Play With Fire // Sam Tinnesz // Yacht Money

Assassin // AU/RA

Battle Cry // Imagine Dragons

Six Feet Under - Jerry Folk Remix // Billie Eilish // Jerry Folk

Nightmare // Halsey

Devil May Cry // The Weeknd

Roots // Imagine Dragons

Put It On Me // Matt Maeson

Dazed & Confused // Ruel

Hurt People // Two Feet // Madison Love

Lucid Dreams // Juice WRLD

A Sadness Runs Through Him // The Hoosiers

Heavy // Linkin Park // Kiiara

Bruises // Lewis Capaldi

Anxiety // blackbear // FRND

Bottom Of The Deep Blue Sea // MISSIO

Human // Rag’n’Bone Man

It Will Come Back // Hozier

David Loki Imagines & Fanfics

[curtisandlewis]

APRIL HIATUS IS OVER!

I would like to get a little personal. Every April I learn something about myself. Along with having obsessive compulsive disorder I also have bipolar disorder. I’ve chosen to manage it with medication for the past decade. I thought it knocked out my depression but what really happened was I was keeping myself so busy and distracted that I didn’t recognize the symptoms.

This March I was really tired and couldn’t concentrate. I blamed it on daylight savings time but when I couldn’t care less about Jerry’s birthday I took notice.

I looked back on every mental health episode I could remember and they happened in March, April, and May. I had seasonal SPRING depression. See, I’ve had this blog since 2013 and I’ve always been pretty busy in the spring with Jerry’s birthday and of course I had to do multiple themed gif sets and write at least three fanfics (usually in a week) and have some sort of secret project in the works ALL WHILE preparing for Tony, Dean, and freaking MARTIN AND LEWIS DAY. Oh and if you don’t know me I always have projects not related to this blog as well.

I mean...of course I was tired...

Now that I know what’s really going on I’m going to take a hiatus every April. When I’m depressed I don’t want to ignore it or hurry up and distract myself. For me, I don’t want depression to be something I’m afraid of. I want to stare at a wall if that’s how I’m feeling and know this won’t last forever.

As for May, I have no idea what this month is going to be like but surprise, surprise I have a plan…

I’m starting over my writing experiment with Tony’s birthday fic. The previous experiment I did with Jerry’s birthday fic was to see if I could write all of the fics I needed to write for that year (5 fics give or take) in one month. Why the hell am I doing that? It makes sense for someone who gets depressed in the spring to get as much done in the winter as they can.

And of course I’ll be doing A LOT of reblogging.

[unimpressedperson]

Jackpot | pt. 2

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess…

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 4.7k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Finally the second part is on! Late, but not gone. Guuurl! It’s a bit more romantic chapter, yet I used it to discuss LGBT culture more further. I’m really proactive in the LGBTQ+ community and want to talk about it, since I feel a lack of queers characters with voice, personality and opinion on oneshots and fanfics here. Since it’s not properly turned to that public, I tried to mingle the storyline a bit. Hope you enjoy it :) forgive any grammar mistakes.

- x - x - x - x -

It was 3 a.m, whilst some cities around the world were down to nest and rest, Las Vegas wouldn't stop. Nighttime is their time. Everything worked after midnight, entertainment would never lack after midnight. Clubs, bars, pubs, casinos, diners, stores, nothing stopped when moon reached its peak.

Therefore, Nya defined “Paris” as the last stop. Everyone was tired and almost falling asleep. Jungkook bought new underwear at a Walmart, but decided to keep on using his new skirt. Namjoon and Yoongi took a short nap whilst being driven to “Paris”. Hoseok chugged two cans of Red Bull and feeling like his blood turned into electricity, at any moment he could grow wings and fly, or float like a balloon.

Paris was a Drag Queen club. Specifically Nya's favourite. A few from her favourite childhood memories were made there. Sequins, feathers, leotards, wigs, astounding makeup, gorgeous dresses, pump music, lip syncs, dances and fun, a whole lot of fun and caring people looking after a very young Nya. No one would ever understand completely the bond she shared with most performers inside there. They raised Nya.

The cab dropped them in front of a bright purple building, windows fully painted in black, a glass door allowing outsiders to see blinking lights, a woman dressed in suit and tie as door guard, even though a velvet rope could be seen, there was no waiting line.

Nya got closer to the guard and after a few minutes of talking, which neither one of the sleepy men registered, they were allowed in.

Ok, let’s begin with saying what’s a Ball, then the story can keep going.

A Ball organized by and for drag queens is outstandingly different from a School Ball. According to the most entertaining and famous documentary about drag queens in late 70s and 80s, as known as Paris is Burning, Ball is basically a competition where drag queens put together looks based on a previously defined theme. Sewing, glueing, buying and creating, everything can go. There is a runway to catwalk and judges, also they perform lip syncs (some even are included and count points, something in RuPaul’s Drag Race style). The winner receives a trophy or money as prize.

Nya was a clever woman, so she chose specifically a day where Paris had a Ball happening. Nothing screams queer culture as a ball.

When the group got in, a loud music by Nicki Minaj blasted from every sound box, colourful flashlights and spotlights were focused on one corner of the room, where a table covered with a silk fabric, three drag queens (Hoseok recognized one of them as being Jasmine Masters) as judges. One competitor was catwalking with a revealing outfit completed by a tiger leotard, knee-high black boots, a straightened blonde wig and a mixture of pink and black makeup. Stunning.

While Nya marched animatedly going straight to the backstage, Namjoon, Yoongi and Jungkook now were wide awake again. A lot of colours and people, all sort of wearing the most creative clothings ever saw. Some of them weren’t even in drag.

The backstage consisted in thick velvet curtains, hiding from the public's eye a mess of sparkly accessories and huge wigs, clothes and heels, some of them higher than Nya's calves. Observing everything through openings, a person tall and clearly important, with well sewed dress and expensive shoes, exhaling respect from all pores covered in layers of make up.

— Guys, this is the first, the best and the only Honey Dejour. - Nya hugged tightly someone dressed in a black and sparkly long gown, huge jewelry around her neck and wrists, high-heels, a brown wavy wig, arched high brows, black cut crease, a lot of golden highlighter and red lipstick. She held the smaller woman and kissed the top of her head, nodding at them right after. - Those are the people I’m guiding today, Kim Namjoon, Min Yoongi, Jung Hoseok and Jeon Jungkook. They are film producers, aunt. They want to film here and are willing to pay for it.

— Hi guys, nice to meet you. Hope no one here is banging with my kittygirl. - Honey had a very bass voice, which intimidated them, except for Hoseok. - Just kidding, she could really make the use of some dick. She’s been single for a very long time.

— AUNT! - Nya looked to the ground flustered.

— Nice to meet you, Ms.Dejour, I’m Min Yoongi. What exactly is happening tonight? - Yoongi questioned, still astonished by everything around.

— Tonight we are hosting the annual “Glamour Awards Ball”, and I’m the hostess. In a few minutes I’ll go there and announce the next category. - Dejour was almost two heads taller than Yoongi, which wasn’t small himself. - By the way, I loved your skirt… Namjoon?

— Thank you, and no, I’m Jungkook. - He shook hands with Honey.

The group kept a small talk, Honey having fun with them. Namjoon and Nya were lost watching the queens catwalking with stunning leotards. He was curious about her life, and looking for a way of asking what’s been bugging him the whole night.

— Nya, if it’s not crossing the line between professional and personal talk, how do you know that many people? - The purple-haired man asked, trying to sound chill.

— Well, it’s not professional, but I don’t care. - Nya turned to him, but looking at his neck, not straight on eyes. - I know them because of my father. See, not everyone can live off of their dreams, and my daddy was one of those people. He was a genius comedian, kind of like an underground Jerry Lewis. I never got to meet my mother, so I was raised by him and most people you guys met tonight. Also, I lived my whole life in Las Vegas so it’s something like my neighbourhood.

“Whilst my father did his stand up sessions, sometimes he dropped me with friends. Most times it was here, in Paris. Honey Dejour is basically a mother. If I’m someone with so many connections it’s because I had a gypsy life. During day at school, ‘cuz daddy worked as bartender in Caesar’s Palace, comedy at night shift. He never reached the big casinos popularity level and gave up, but he was so funny. Never had his thunder, though. That’s why I want you guys to help my friends, so they won’t give up as well.”

— Whoa. It’s quite personal, thank you for sharing. - Namjoon smiled at her, showing dimples and a bright set of teeth.

— You shared a bit of your life with me as well. - Nya felt her heart melt a little everytime Namjoon smiled, specially at her directly.

They kept staring at each other, getting closer, as if a magnetic force attracted them. Hands touched and pinkies intertwined, but before they could kiss, Jungkook pulled Namjoon’s arm and yelled gladly.

— HONEY AGREED IN HELPING US GET IN DRAG!

— Great, but what does it have to do with me? - Namjoon raised one eyebrow already sensing the danger.

— You are getting in drag too, dumbass. - Yoongi grunted, a bit thwarted. Apparently Jungkook convinced him of accepting, not something voluntary.

— Oh Lord, give me strength. - Namjoon felt zero comfortable with the idea of using high-heels.

— Stop praying! You are an atheist. - Hoseok said, also pumped up like Jungkook.

— I don't see why dragging me up would be necessary. - Namjoon shrugged shoulders, not looking straight at anyone. - It should be something only for those who really want, and is capable of living it fully.

— How can you direct and show emotions from something you never tried? - Nya touched his shoulder lightly. - Maybe feeling like Moonchild for a while will help you to understand its essence.

— In other words. Don't knock it till you try it. - Yoongi, still not fully into the idea, tried to drag his friend to it. Perhaps, some motivation would bring them to the joy of snatching new experiences.

Namjoon still took a while to accept. Honey went and announced the next category before going back and receiving a half hearted smile from Kim Namjoon. Don't knock it till you try it, his brain repeated incessantly.

— I will do it, only for the experience. - He shook hands with Honey Dejour, as if making a business deal. - Hopefully I'll a pretty lady.

— With your body structure, I can make Liu Wen beg you for exercise tips, baby. - Honey blinked and pulled Namjoon by the hand previously shook.

- x - x - x - x -

“Category is… Streetstyle Drag” - Honey Dejour announced and the crowd applauded, some cheering, others singing and dancing to the song playing. Hoseok spinned like a ballerina, body straight and firm, spine erect, right leg tensioned enough to gather force and balance, whilst the left stood in a hook shape, arms in first position. His muscle memory never failing in reminding how to move. Jungkook received his idol title, but it doesn’t mean he was the only one aiming for that. Jung Hoseok tried and failed, no agency accepted his appliance tapes.

Although, art was a passion. Regardless of what type. Hoseok lived a whole life of drama, repressing, gargantuan levels of conservatism, a tall and skinny bisexual boy who spent his free time dancing, defying every narrow-minded in Gwangju and their stupid retrograde thoughts. The count itself had always been perspiting art and conceiting themselves for something their citizens fought, died and conquered over 30 years before, however when living off dancing, singing, painting or whatever, went from the core and not only a job, the reprimand could lead people into killing themselves.

Hoseok spent a lifetime of frustrations. When his last video for YG Entertainment was sent back with a denial e-mail, he decided to try another types of art. Working part-time as a street dance teacher and spending every coin received with art supply, he met a cinema student interested in painting: the rich and underestimated Kim Taehyung.

Jung would never forget how ethereal Taehyung seemed to be, on his expensive brown coat with fur, tight jeans and white Chuck Taylors. The lights formed a halo around his head, making the brown strands shine. What a first impression. By contrast, Hoseok with a plaid blue shirt, t-shirt stained with tint, sweatpants and overused Nike Airshots, gave a very endearing vision of him.

Once they finally began talking to each other, then it never stopped. Taehyung and Hoseok got along very well, similar interests made their bond grow stronger everyday, also Jung understood some aspects of Kim which no one even tried.

Taehyung was rich, therefore had everything but the essential: happiness. Nothing expensive bought was ever with his own money, every ounce and dime belonged to his family. Decided to drop off his parents command, Kim began working as an art teacher and even gaining only a few Wongs per week, living off of it felt amazing. Independence felt amazing.

Hoseok understood why buying cheap art supply and eating Cup Noodles made the younger man feel fulfilled, and decided to help, moved from his parents home and rented a small apartment with Taehyung.

It took them only a few weeks until they were making out on the couch, but a few months to definitely engage in a relationship. Hoseok and Taehyung attended the same college, and after graduating, keep on living in Korea, specifically in Gwangju, felt like a waste of time.

Moving to London was the last time Taehyung touched his inherited money.

Hoseok and Taehyung met Yoongi during a LGBT Parade in London. They got along pretty well, even both clearly representing the total opposite in comparison with Yoongi’s personality. They were fun and talented, after speaking to Namjoon, hiring them seemed the right thing to do.

Writing a script about LGBT folks, searching about Queer culture and being able to experience it, every single second of it felt like a dream to Hoseok. His younger self would never imagine walking in heels, dress and being characterized as a drag queen. Living in Gwangju limited his perception of world, but now, staring at himself in a mirror and checking how his eyeliner was lit, impossible situations felt like lack of vision. He envisioned Moonchild afterall.

Regardless of how happy he felt so far, Taehyung being there would only improve it all. However someone had to stay in London and take care of business. Their democratic way of deciding stuff (a.k.a rock, scissor, paper) established that Kim Taehyung, Park Jimin, Jade and Emerson were the ones chosen to stay.

Spinning again, Hoseok felt how every fiber from the fabric held his figure, anchoring himself to reality. He was wearing a mid-length light-blue dress, a flowy kind of fabric, white high-heels and pantyhose. Of course he tucked (something no one imagined he knew how to do, except for Taehyung and Jimin, who were there when Jung did it for the first time and, of course, showed up at their living room looking like an eunuch), covered his eyebrows with glue and powder. Practicing what was learnt during 10 seasons of RuPaul’s Drag Race.

Whilst Hoseok was having an internal realization, Yoongi gave up on dressing up and decided to use his own clothes, but still kept the wig and makeup. He was looking good with black eyeliner, mascara, contour and purple lipstick, also the curly, long black wig really made him taller.

Jungkook tried to fit himself in a corsage, but failed, so kept his skirt and put on a white cropped, plus a pair of 10cm high heels. He indeed looked good, makeup on point, killing eyelashes and a long black wig (“Do I look like Park Bom?”).

Honey Dejour wasn’t lying when she promised to make Namjoon look pretty, but Nya could never imagine how gorgeous the result would be.

After a lot of work, Namjoon showed up in a long red dress, topped with a silk kimono and red heels, making the already tall man look like Empire State Building. Honey decided to make him embrace his facial shape, so a short black wig was chosen. Every trace and detail planned to highlight his features.

— Damn it, Namjoon! I think I’m attracted to you! - Yoongi exclaimed.

— Shut up, Yoonji. - Namjoon felt his face getting warm, glad that all layer of makeup made him look unfazed. - By the way, now I’m Sailor Joon.

— Did you just name yourself after Sailor Moon? C’mon sis, I’m the nerd one! I’m Sailor Kook! - Jungkook protested profusely.

— Why are you guys fighting? There are plenty of Sailors in that cartoon. You guys can both be Sailor Joon and Kook. - Nya rolled her eyes in a condescending way. - I’m sure Yoonji and Jay Hope agree with me.

— Since you named me, now I’m your drag daughter. - Hoseok giggled and wrapped one of his arms around Nya’s shoulder. - Hi momma!

— Only over my dead body! - Honey showed up, carrying brown paper bags with their clothings, throwing them at its respective owner. - I’m your drag mom, Jay Hope. I built you, I reclaim you. And Jungkook, you are Scarlet Kook, Sailor Kook sounds like a brand of breakfast cereals, and I’m for sure not hosting a Cap’n’ Crunch realness Ball.

After discussing and complimenting each other’s look, Honey Dejour decided they should catwalk as well (“I didn’t sweat and put four grown men in drag for nothing. I gotta exhibit my work”). So she pulled Nya outside the backstage, bringing a chair with her, the woman was now a judge. The music stopped because a new category was about to be announced.

— Category is… - Honey stared straight at the backstage. - First Time in Drag Realness. I introduce my newborn daughter, Scarlet Kook!

When “Sissy That Walk by RuPaul” began playing, Jungkook walked from behind the curtains, hips swaying from left to right, feeling himself again and being applauded. Of course, his legs were tense, and visually speaking, he looked a bit insecure up on high heels, yet Jeon Jungkook nailed his catwalk, loving every second of it: the lights, the cheers, the feeling.  At the backstage, his heart pounded against ribcage, almost climbing its way up to his throat.

— Every mother has a rebel daughter. Oh believe me, I have a whole bunch of them. - The music was lowered so Honey could speak. - Now, please applaud my other newborn daughter, Min Yoonji!

The music got louder again. Yoongi opted for not strut, fearing the fall and how humiliating it would be, mainly with so many eyes focused on him. Why did he agreed on it anyways? Even not being a proper catwalk, the way he walked down and stopped in front of the judge’s table fitted his description: a rebel daughter. The cheers flustered him, yet it was a nice experience.

— Please prepare your hearts and hold your wigs, ladies, ‘cuz my daughter ain’t here to play. - Honey Dejour smiled bright to a camera taking pictures around and got back to her role as hostess. - I give you… JAAAAAY HOPE!

“Crazy In Love by Beyoncé” began playing and Hoseok left the backstage channeling his inner diva. Hips swaying, one foot after other, wig moving with the wind. Jay Hope was fierce, gorgeous and confident. The dress flowing and spotlights making everything almost divine. Walking down the runway and being applauded brought a pack of mixed emotions.

Jung Hoseok felt loved and accepted.

Not that his friends and gay community in London never loved him, but for the first time being bisexual, enjoying arts and being his grinning, delicate self felt truly right. Hoseok hated stereotypes and how people assumed stuff about him out of his preferences, so for a good part of his days on earth were wasted trying to prove ‘em wrong. Yes, I’m bisexual and date another man, but I don’t do ballet and don’t use skirts. After walking down the catwalk, all his pre-concepts about being LGBT in a mutable world changed.

Why prove everyone is wrong, when they are clearly right? They are right, but it doesn’t mean it’s wrong. They are wrong for thinking it’s right to reduce people based on their sexuality, hobbys, abilities, etc.

As Lady Gaga said in Born This Way: “Don't hide yourself in regret. Just love yourself and you're set. I'm on the right track, baby. I was born this way”.

In the end, getting in drag proved to be more than just a costume, or a persona, it was a whole political statement.

Jung Hoseok was loving himself.

After arriving back behind the thick curtains, Hoseok felt tears stream down his face. Moments of output, everyone should have one of these. It’s amazing to finally realize and accept something about yourself, once you do it, regardless of what it is, then other aspects of your life slowly adapts to your new vision.

— Last, but not least, I introduce you my newborn daughter. - Honey grinned slightly at how Nya’s face lit up with expectation. - She is tall, she is gorgeous, she is smart and she snatches hearts. I give you… Sailor Joon!!

Perhaps Honey planned it beforehand while teaching Namjoon how to tuck (by the way, he felt like his balls were in his stomach, but still found it a useful skill). In the moment she finished speaking, “I Am The Best by 2NE1” began playing and Sailor Joon decided to try walking in the rhythm. Halfway through the runway, feeling his legs shaking and sweating dumps because of how much effort was put only in walking.

Kim Namjoon, a grown ass man, empathized with babies learning how to walk.

The heels were high and hard to keep stead, his legs were long and couldn’t be seen under the dress, so Namjoon could only feel them touching each other. Beside not being able to see where he was stepping. Is that the right equation to a concussion? Absolutely.

Even lasting only a few minutes, it felt like hours of walking and when Namjoon finally attained himself to the judge’s table, his legs somehow tangled on each other and his fall was almost epical. If Homer witnessed Kim Namjoon nosediving from the top of 12cm high heels, he would probably write a rhapsody about it. A tall building being demolished, that’s what watching him hitting the cold hard ground felt like.

Namjoon saw his legs going up and suddenly his head crashing against the wooden floor. Everything blacked out for a few seconds, maybe of embarrassment or because the fall was actually titanic. Honey and Nya showed up to help him getting on his feet again and also guided him to backstage, where Jungkook wrapped an arm around hyung. The woman also sneaked behind him and found a chair under piles of fabrics, sitting him down and watching the way Kim propped his head back and covered his face with one hand, mouth still tasting like blood.

— I want an alcohol beverage and pretend I don’t exist. I’d really appreciate if everyone respected my final demands.- Namjoon babbled, still feeling his mind spinning. - Also, some ice would be great.

— Let me grab the drink and some ice. - Yoongi wisely offered, since he was the only one not wearing heels.

Five minutes and not a word was spoken. Honey Dejour had to stay and announce the winners from every category. Everyone stared at Namjoon looking like he fought with his heels and was defeated. Still ashamed and cursing at himself for what occurred. Yoongi emerged from the crowd holding a glass with whiskey and ice in a plastic bag.

Sipping on the whiskey and holding the bag of ice over the new wound. Heels left aside, he wanted to burn them, but since it belonged to Honey Dejour, only taking off seemed decent enough.

After half an hour, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook went outside to party, leaving Nya and Namjoon alone. Still silent, absorbing the fall, the rise and the whiskey.

— How’s your head? - Nya asked, sitting on the ground beside Namjoon, one of her hands leaning over his clothed knee.

— I haven’t had any complaints. - Namjoon replied grinning, still a bit grumpy, but the alcohol was soothing his pain away. Or was it the ice?

They stood there, smiling and silently appreciating each other’s company. Even though the song was making his head latches a little, he would never ruin the night for everyone else. Staying there and drinking something was good enough. Also Namjoon had zero intention of leaving the backstage, not after almost staining the wood with his brain and blood.

Namjoon’s hand slided from his chest and reached for Nya’s one. They held hands and stared at each other for a while. She wanted to kiss him, but making him fall again would be cruelty [ha, pun intended!]. Odds seemed to be at her favour, ‘cuz after a few more seconds, himself bent down, the fingers previously intertwined, now holding her chin lightly and their lips connected in a liplock.

Fireworks! Party! Confetti! Nya wanted to jump and punch fists in the air, but enjoying the moment felt more appropriate. Slowly, lips opened and tongues connected, however, Namjoon’s position wasn’t quite comfortable so he got back up, but smiling at her. Dimples, those dimples!

They instinctively stood on their feet, the bag of ice being left aside. His cold hand made Nya feel goosebumps, but her arms still wrapped around Namjoon’s waist, whilst his hands held her face. They kissed once again, now actually losing themselves and allowing mouths to open, tongues to tangle and hormones flowing freely.

Such a romantic moment, which was interrupted by Yoongi, Jungkook and Hoseok coming back cackling. Namjoon and Nya separated, pretending to be doing nothing, however Min Yoongi saw and looked at his friend with disapproval.

— What time is it now? - Nya questioned, hands stucking on her back pockets.

— Almost six in the morning. - Yoongi checked his phone quickly, and stared at Namjoon again. - I think it’s time for us to conclude the night and head back to hotel. I’m exhausted and Sailor Joon is probably needing some pain killers. We can go check thrift shops during afternoon.

— I agree. - Nya saw Jungkook and Hoseok pouting.

They returned the outfits to Honey Dejour, traded phone numbers (business still was a priority) and left, stopping a cab.

- x - x - x - x -

The group arrived at the hotel. Hoseok and Jungkook went to their shared room, Yoongi and Namjoon did the same, but the humour was catastrophically different between both groups. One was tired and sleepy, the other was tense and in verge of a discussion.

The rooms were big. Two double beds, cotton fiber bed sheets, fluff pillows and thick duvets. There was a bathroom, one wardrobe filled with towels, shampoos, conditioners, soaps (both liquid and bar). The television was big and connected on internet, so the lodgers could watch Netflix or Youtube.

Namjoon entered the bedroom and headed straight to the bathroom, bringing a towel and his pajamas. Taking a long time and leaving a trade of steam out of it, he laid down under the duvet, but Yoongi told him to stay awake. Apparently they had something to talk about.

— Man! It’s not right! - Yoongi yelled at Namjoon. - You can’t date someone, not while we have the fucking rope ready to hang us!

— What? Now I can’t make out with someone? It’s not like I’m proposing to Nya! We kissed! - Namjoon was sitting on his bed, using Ryan pajamas, ready to sleep, but still arguing with Yoongi. - We met in person 12 hours ago, I'm not in love or obsessed with her!

— You are not in love with her YET! Beside, I would extract your brain through the nose and yeet it in a trash can if you somehow fell for someone in 12 hours of wandering around Las Vegas! - The man felt really frustrated, his temples almost visually pulsing. - You can fuck with every single human being around Las Vegas, and I wouldn’t care! I’m not your dick! But Nya is our guide, she is working for us! Also, you are getting attached, but know pretty well how things will turn! - Yoongi was also sitting on his own bed, common white pajamas and wet hair. - You are not the kind of guy who dates someone! You have affairs and get tired! I know you for a decade, man! I’m sick of seeing you dumping people and becoming grumpy! That project we are searching for places to film is important. It can save our finances! But if you get involved now, the break up will probably happen one week before we start filming. Everytime it happens, the movie becomes shitty because of your humour! And Kim Namjoon, I swear, I won’t allow you to ruin this. Not this time!  Not after your dramatical break up with Barbara and the critics detonating our movie. Hoseok and Taehyung worked way too hard on that script, only for your horny ass not pay a jot attention to it!

— Go fuck yourself, Yoongi! - Namjoon had nothing to say. Yoongi was right, he knew it, but would never admit it. Never in a million years.

— You fucking know I’m right! - Yoongi pronounced harshly, drops of spit flying from his mouth. - If you end up getting into Nya now, you are going to make a shitty movie after breaking up! You surrender yourself easily, and I don’t care most times, but after our last movie, we need to have you 100% focused.

— I’m focused. I was the only one not punchy! I accepted to be dressed up! I’m 100% into the project! I could marry and divorce someone, that it wouldn’t affect how I’m going to direct! - Namjoon was now spitting too, with rage and frustration. - You, Min Yoongi, are not the only one worried sick about finances and hating the idea of possibly working for some cocky entrepeuner with a big company.

— If you for yourself don’t stop hitting on Nya, then I’ll end it myself. - Yoongi assumed a gloomy expression, his body language screaming discomfort, with a hand covering his face, legs moving incessantly and ears getting red. - I ain’t gonna allow you and your romantic ass to ruin my career, business and life.

— You are preposterous. - Namjoon whispered in disappointment and laid down again, covering his head with the duvet, finishing their argument in the most childish way possible.

To be continued...