#not tagging Joe because I’m not filling the tags with negative stuff like this

[missbunmuffin]

I hope something bad happens to the people who are hurting me. They don’t actually care they just doing what they’re doing to feel better about themselves and they don’t acknowledge how people like me feel.

[mrfunnybone]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. TAGGED BY: Stolen from @battleshell TAGGING: @ladydreemurr @wdvoided @puzzlebones @flametendingbartender, @the-judge-of-bones @witchandateashop, and @bravest

MY MUSE IS:   CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [Some would say overly so.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ somehow...yes? Apparently?]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO / IDK. [ Yes. Most players agree that Sans fight is one of the toughest in the game, and the Gaster Blasters do pack a punch.]

Are they underrated?  YES / NO / IDK. [ Underrated? Certainly not. Overrated? Hmm..]

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO [Hot take, but as of now, there are no CANON facts 100% supporting the idea that Sans was tied to main story plot elements. If you took him out, the actual story wouldn’t change much, you would just go straight to Asgore’s fight. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ Sans is one of the main monsters that the MC interacts with, and acts as the Judge near the end of the game, which reveals a lot of unknown information to the MC.]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ The scene in Grillby’s seems to suggest that, at least in Snowdin, Sans is well-known and well-liked.]

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ While fellow Grillby customers and a few other Snowdin residents seem to like him, he’s also seen to irritate other characters with his laziness, bad jokes, or shenanigans. Even Undyne admits that she’d fire him, but he always manages to do the bare minimum to avoid it being justified.]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON?  — I do! Though I also offer my own spin on San’s backstory and my own interpretation of canon hints. 

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS.  —  Jokes in the face of nihilism and a juxtaposition to the field of science, Sans is full of contradictions in a fairly entertaining and interesting way. He appears to be incredibly intelligent, but talks and dresses like he’s any ol’ joe. He appears to have symptoms of depression but still acts fairly chummy. He is both one of the hardest fights you’ll apparently face and yet only needs one hit to be defeated. Sans apparently cares for nothing and yet also holds his brother in very high esteem. He appears difficult to get close to, yet he bonded with a stranger over bad jokes and kept a promise to her even though he never even knew her name. Sans can be defined by both what he is and what he appears to be. 

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?).  —  Sans is credited with far more than he’s actually due by the fandom. He doesn’t seem to really care for you, the player, like Toriel or other monsters do. He’s not a hero, past or present, like Gerson or Undyne. He doesn’t really help avoid the player getting hurt or captured like Papyrus does. He doesn’t push the plot forward and he doesn’t take action; as a character, Sans is purely reactive, and if he were the Main Character, that would be a huge flaw. 

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE?  —  I first joined the Tumblr RPC as a Frisk RP Blog, way back in the day, and that was because I stumbled across a Sans RP blog that I found very interesting. This character that I had largely not put too much thought in during the game suddenly had a very complex narrative and I loved reading his dialogue (it didn’t hurt that the mun was clearly a talented writer). Eventually, I realized I wanted to try my hand at writing him too, and so I started my own Sans RP blog.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING?  —  you guys. The fandom, the artists, the other Sans/Undertale RP blogs, the fanfiction authors— when I start getting bored or stale, you suddenly present this indie game, and by extension Sans, in a new angle that draws me back in. Thank you. 

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ Some of my old favorites in the Sans RP game, I think, did a bit better job of consistently getting his character right. Still, I hope I give him justice too.]

Do you frequently write headcanons?  YES / NO / SORT OF? 

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO 

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ Often! When I’m actively writing him, anyway.]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I am! Like I said, I think there have been others who did it better, but I wouldn’t say my portrayal is bad.]

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO. [ Most of the time! Sometimes I get writer's anxiety, and it doesn’t help that Tumblr gets me at my rawest. I have no editor, my posts normally receive just a brief proof-reading, and I’m sometimes experimenting for the first time with a particular genre/scene/style. I wouldn’t point to all of my writing here as my best or strongest work, but I can write solid stuff.]

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / NO. / SORTA. [ I wouldn’t say I’m sensitive in terms of people criticizing me, personally, but I am sensitive to other people. When something bad or unfair happens to someone, I usually feel upset for them. It can get very emotionally exhausting.] 

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL?  —  I would say so! In general, I’m used to critiques for both writing and art, as I’ve taken courses that incorporated both heavily. 

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER?  —  Absolutely!

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?  —  Not necessarily! I’m always interested in hearing different takes, but if someone said, “I don’t agree,” and didn’t follow up with an explanation on their own, I wouldn’t ask for one. 

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT?  —  Kind of the same as above. I would be interested in hearing why if they offered up why, but otherwise, I’m not really going to ask because they don’t OWE ME an explanation. For example, I like a lot of books, and I don’t like a lot of books, and that’s not really a judge of their quality as much as it is my own personal taste. Number one rule as a writer, you have to learn and accept that your stuff won’t appeal to everyone. 

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT?  —  I get it, haha. Characters that are hyped up like Sans are easy to get annoyed by. Even if he wasn’t hyped up, though, again, it makes sense that someone wouldn’t like him. Just like a book, a character can’t appeal to everyone. 

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS?  —  Please do! It’s embarrassing when I catch them later, hahaha. 

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN?   —  I think so! I try to be, anyway. Sometimes I worry I’m too casual with slipping into IM’s or commenting on posts, but so far I don’t think I’ve scared anyone off, so that’s good. 

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

HGPC 17 - 21 | Koi to Producer 2 - 6 | Appare 5 - 8 | Fugou Keiji 4 - 6

...only just realised I was missing some tags. They should be there now or soon.

HGPC 17

Why do I get the feeling the Sawaizumi family will be held hostage one day…? (Maybe I’m just being negative?)

The episode title mentions Chiyu by name, so I wonder why the translation didn’t…

Customer service! You can’t get away from it, even in COVID times…! (Impressive!)

Hmm…you can actually read part of the booking for the Smiths in the book if you know the kanji.

I thought the Smiths would speak in English, but they actually speak in fluent Japanese if the word “susume” was any indication.

Ah, Sukoyaka sweet buns! (from the other episode about the festival)

HGPC 18

Don’t burn down your house with scented candles, kids!

Also remember to use your knees when lifting heavy boxes! (<- says a charity store volunteer, who does this stuff on the regular)

These days the mascots usually have a human form. I wonder if this is implying that particular direction…? (I woke up today and was craving a certain oneshot I’d read during my scanlation days…if it is, it would fill that niche nicely.)

I wonder if the kids will recognise this Ashita no Joe parody…?

HGPC 19

“…since you were young?”

Oh! Element of Wind again!

Koi to Producer 2

This almost feels like Victor is assigning a school project to Protag-chan…it’s a bit sad, really.

It’s nice they let Protag-chan have a personality.

It’s fine if you can’t read the katakana, but Gavin’s name is Haku in Japanese, so it throws out the immersion somewhat…also, I know I shouldn’t be complaining – I’m the target audience here – but do these guys look kinda similar or what…? (partially kidding)

High school sweethearts, huh? “Childhood friends” is my favourite angle of a romantic relationship, but it gets so overused by harems it comes around to being boring…!

I-Is this Stand My Heroes…?! (LOL…?)

Can we not with 1st person cam…?

As cute and dorky as this stuff gets…how does Gavin never get found?! Does nobody ever look up in this city?!? (I thought Evolvers were meant to be a secret…?)

GPS tracker? That’s no better than large corporations using your location data…Isn’t that creepy…?

Hold on, when did she get his phone number? You would assume it was before this entire chase after the boy happened, but still…?

LOL, the English on the board.

This anime is gonna cause me some frustration, but it gives the good stuff in roughly equal measure. It seems to omit the fact you interact via phone with your bois for intimacy (in the game).

Koi to Producer 3

LOL, that’s so clearly Gavin…

By googling, you find out Uptown and Queens are in New York.

Ohmygosh! Did the creators know I love the trope where only people with superpowers can move in certain circumstances?!

Uh…his name is Kira in Japanese? Did someone read the katakana wrong?

Pictured: Depressed bishonen eating bad pudding. (…That joke sounds better in my head. I forgot what meme I was meant to be parodying there, but I had a meme in mind.)

Lemme guess…this man (I dunno if it’s one of the previous bishies with an identical face or a new one) is looking for MC-chan. *sigh* Update: Yep, just Victor again. To be honest, I don’t like anyone who calls harsh words “their sign of love” – love should be honest and upfront. That’s how it becomes heartmelting.

Koi to Producer 4

Okay, in order, it seems to be hexadecimals, Javascript (you can tell from the “const”), some kind of profiles which are apparently for human lab rats (which seem to have some kind of nonsense filler text), a DNA model and DNA bases (ACGT).

The text on the screen says something along the lines of this being an official broadcast of this man’s arrest and this man was a genetic researcher. Obviously, if I wanted to put more attention into what it meant, I would, but I won’t sweat the details this time (because it doesn’t seem to impact the plot).

The guy’s name is Minor because minor key (geddit?)…that’s my guess.

I started playing the game due to this anime, if you didn’t know, and I unlocked an expert in ch. 2. I thought he was Minor, but turns out his name is Spine (an older man).

The diary, true to form, contains details about either one case or several cases, two involving children. The bottom of the 1st page says “if it’s fake, I’ll laugh”.

Hey, I once told Crunchyroll I wanted an anime about hacking (so is this a dream come true? I reveal all in the next sentence!). Hackers don’t congregate like this…they’d be too conspicuous, even with the secret hideout!

The code in the top left appears to be…C? I think? (Note they declare “unsigned int”.)

Kiro sometimes reminds me of Masayoshi (SamFlam)…it puts a derpy smile on my face.

*blah blah blah I’m Key* - Wuh…? F*** you, Kiro!!! (There is such a thing as piling too much cool stuff on to a character, y’know – I’m guilty of it in my own writing.)

3684 isn’t a very safe password (says someone who once aspired to be in cybersecurity).

What bugs me is that Simon is a perfectly fine name…it’s just a bit boring. Kiro/Kira I get (a bit), but Lucien/Simon…? *shrugs*

Ohh! Based MAPPA! Thank you for making this adaption look great!

Koi to Producer 5

Oh, I got an SR in the game recently and it has a line like, “Only a fool stays up all night to do others’ work. Victor talks like that a lot…

The sign so obviously says “Renka”, meaning “love flower”. “Loveland” really is a step down from that…

Where’s Gavin’s guest badge…?

“Happiness Noodle Store”…?

“…the end of our first year…”

If this weren’t a Chinese work by origin (or Japanese work by translation), I’m sure Protag-chan would have gone after Gavin, despite being told the contrary.

Kanya = Minor. I’ll take a note of that.

One of the books behind Minor says “Gale Start”…hmm…

That GPS tracker is still unintentionally creepy, IMHO.

Koi to Producer 6

…oh. (dejected) Probably a beach episode or something.

What the actual heck was going on with Lucien…? It’s like he was having a tiny stroke there…

Lucien’s power is listed as “???” in the game. I thought he was an aura-reader when he said “show me your colour”, but that shield thing he did means he might just have various psychic powers…? *shrugs* We’ll find out eventually.

Running in heels is hard…

LOL, that’s so clearly recreating a CG from one of the cards.

This is the 2nd time this has gone pseudo-isekai. As much as I like to joke about it…I fully expect someone to be sent to another world at this point.

I couldn’t possibly see Victor on any kind of game show, come to think of it.

Appare 5

This guy’s middle name is “Rich”! That’s silly!

A boombox from the 19th century…makes sense, somehow.

I only just (?) realised Al has a tiny tie on his usual outfit.

Back to the beginning already…just start!

Appare 6

…I just realised Appare mouths “I got it!” in the OP.

Al Lion (sic…?)

Isn’t Sofia in that train…? Update: She might have been, she might not. Hard to tell when they don’t confirm.

This series seriously could’ve done with a dub…Even with weird hokey Hetalia accents, it would be good stuff.

These bunches of people at designated points…reminds me of the book I was reading while in Japan. The Long Walk by Stephen King (part of a compilation). It still gives me shivers down my spine when I remember it.

This “leave in the middle of the night” thing reminds me of the Amazing Race.

“Valley of Despair” is made-up, but Death Valley exists. It’s one of the hottest places on earth, hence the name.

LOL, Kosame scores himself one (1) prarie dog and two (2) Hototos.

I thought Appare was being inconsiderate at first…but he’s being considerate, in his own way.

Oh! I didn’t realise, but Saito Soma is Al.

Appare 7

“It’s not one plus one, but one times one!” – LOL.

Hybrid engine? In the 1900s? Hmm…

LOL, I think Al just did a hadouken.

This stuff’s like an animated Galaxy Brain meme! It’s amazing!

I managed to successfully predict – without watching ahead – Appare would catch himself with his traps.

Kosame with his hair down…is rare. Not exactly attractive because we have to care about the racers rather than lust after them (and the artstyle actually prevents me from doing so, because it’s deliberately quite cartoony), but it’s rare.

Appare is surprisingly childish…that’s what makes him more than a Sheldon Cooper, I think.

The spelling of the place is actually “Ely”, if Google-sensei is any indication. C’mon, subbers! You’re American (most likely)! Can’t you put in the legwork (or the Google-fu) to discover what place in Nevada this is?!

Subbers make characters say “shit” a lot in this show, hmm? (contemplative)

Now this evil guy here *points to screen*…that’s hair I like.

Appare 8

I just love this OP…don’t you?

I like how the steam/gas boat/car has Chinese numerals on its dial.

Kosame means “small rain”, so “heavy rain” is obviously to contrast that.

The Hototo joke never gets old.

I thought I just saw someone leave the saloon…

Nice hair + terrible face = bad equation.

I can almost imagine the wee-oo-wee-oo-ooooooo…wah-wah-wahhh…(You know the one sound snippet, right? The one theme from The Good, the Bad and the Ugly - or whatever movie it is – that maybe involves a tumbleweed rolling across the screen, and then a huge shootout? If you don’t know it, play a sample on this Wikipedia page!) playing in the background.

It’s convenient the prarie dog didn’t appear when Hototo (old) had his revenge spree.

I noticed there’s a bit of a mark under Kosame’s left eye…it suggests that he’s been crying (or maybe it shows tiredness from the race…?), but it’s not that noticeable.

So that’s the real Gil…and tose were his henchmen that threatened to hang everyone bar Kosame. Got it.

(notes to self) So, for charting a course with Appare Ranman!, it’s Los Angeles -> Death Valley -> Ely -> Denver -> ??? -> New York. Got it.

Fugou Keiji 4

“Daisuke-sama” isn’t “Lord Daisuke”, it would be “Sir Daisuke”, I think…but “lord” has a proper translation in Japanese.

The truck has a Shinagawa licence plate. Anime really does like Shinagawa, huh? (Based on ID: INVADED and this.)

I think it’ll be interesting to see Kambe handle this without HEUSC.

The board for Sanchome (which is equivalent to a suburb…or a county, I guess?) has posters saying stuff like “take your dog poop home” and “let’s protect the environment!” (technically, it says “let’s protect the region/area!”, but that doesn’t translate right. There’s even a flea market. Still, those posters don’t have any big hints…not that I know of so far.

I kind of forgot that dude was the gardener for Kambe’s house…er, mansion.

I noticed a poster in the kouban says haru (spring) on it. That’s probably the same one that Haru’s name is signified by, assuming that’s not in combo with another character or few.

Oh great…the sister is an overbearing one.

Ahh…he doesn’t like natto. So that’s the problem. Daisuke is childish (like Appare)…Note I don’t like natto either, but I wouldn’t run away from home (or similar) because I was fed natto.

I noticed Kambe uses shinseki (which doesn’t refer to close family). “Relative” is a correct translation of that word, I just wanted to check that word was the right one for the context.

There’s a green tea bottle by the sink…I don’t think I’d mistake that shade of green for anything else.

LOL, I didn’t think we’d actually get to see Kambe with his hair “down”, so to speak. It’s…an interesting look, for sure.

Oh my gosh! It cost him (Haru) $15!!! (LOL, cheapskate…says the cheapskate…*suddenly droops and stops laughing*) Update: Sorry about the sudden downer there. I was having what the kids these days call a “woke moment”…at least, I think that’s how they use that term.

…I’d watch that crime drama. It’s funny.

Just realised Kato has an older model of phone than Kambe does.

This episode was kinda like a Tokyo Sonata kind of thing, huh? The sensational in the middle of the not-so-sensational…”sensational” for this show, anyway.

Those kids look like the ones from Erased.

*lightbulb goes off in brain* What if the dog went to Kambe’s…?

Can Suzue actually hear HEUSC while Kambe is using it…? $2.46 though…that is cheap, in comparison to the ham.

This was the cheapest episode so far (about $550)…probably because it was an insight into Kato’s life, more than Kambe’s.

Fugou Keiji 5

The flag seems to be based on Cameroon’s (which is in Africa, not America) and the “Arita Kinen” seems to refer to Arima Kinen, meaning this episode is set around Christmas-ish. Credit goes to Kambe Zaibatsu on this show.

I-It’s a Humvee!

Polyadoll (sic)…?

The Poliador guy speaks perfect Japanese…(?)

The star! It’s a key thingy!

I thought Kamei was the 1st Division dude with the reddish hair. Turns out it was the blonde…? Update: Redhead is Hoshino.

Ummmmmm…he was reading porn…? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh…okayyyyyyyyyyyyy…

…oh, the costs for Kambe’s tuxedo are on there. So’s the cost for repairing the bike Suzue rode.

Fugou Keiji 6

I never knew there were so many money proverbs to be used as episode titles…

What is Kambe doing with his hands…? He’s not even using the computer.

Imura seems to use a Windows 10 with Cortana on the taskbar.

HGPC 20

What’s with all the Naruto running this episode…?

HGPC 21

(no notes, sorry!)

[ok-anon]

How Did It End Up Like This? (”Mr. Brightside” Roger Taylor x Reader) Final Chapter

PLEASE REBLOG AND LEAVE COMMENTS, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT HELPS. ALSO REQUEST BOX IS OPEN

a/n: I’M SO SORRY FOR BEING ABSENT FOR SO LONG. ALSO I FEEL LIKE THIS ENDING IS TRASH, I JUST DIDN’T PLAN ON THIS BEING SUPER LONG. I AM THINKING ABOUT WRITING OTHER STUFF  (maybe a joe/deaky piece) AFTER THIS, LEMME KNOW WHAT Y’ALL THINK.

this is a submission for @yourealegendfred ‘s 3k songfic challenge (congrats love, you fricken deserve it) and i’ve worked for a bit on it. even if you’re not a Queen/Bohrap fan, maybe give it a shot? this fic could be for both universes. also THIS IS A SERIES and if y’all like it, let me know so I can continue it! thank you all so much, i love you all

pairing: roger taylor x reader

word count: 1.5k

Fuck who ever was banging on his door at this hour. They were seconds away from getting a drumstick jammed up their backside. Roger’s head throbbed as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Bleary eyes landed on the naked figure curled on the other side of his bed, and he scowled. One night stands never felt like a good idea in the morning. Tossing his legs over the edge of the mattress, he pulled on his abandoned briefs to regain his modesty before shuffling to the relentless pounding.

“Fuckin’ heard you the first time mate…” he groaned as he yanked the door open, only to feel his insides twist. 

There she stood, in her familiar professional wear and she looked breathtaking. Drinking in her appearance was halted instantly when Roger locked eyes with her fearful gaze. He then noticed the photos in her hands. They were pictures from last night, and the smirk that crossed his lips made her expression go aghast. But he couldn’t help it. They were delicious. Her wanton body moulded completely against his own as he gripped her like she was about to be tugged away. His grin left instantly when she shoved the thin film forcefully against his chest.

“What the hell do we do about this?” His hand clasped over hers that was pressing the offensive images against his skin.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” His morning voice scratched his raw throat and he ached for a cup of tea in bed...preferably with her snuggled up beside him. But not right now, not when she was cross with him.

“John Reid...your manager, ran these by me this morning. Some prick took them last night and is threatening to release them to the press.” 

Roger wondered if it was incredibly rude that none of the words she was saying meant shit to him, because he was much more preoccupied with admiring the way her eyelashes fluttered as she blinked. His distraction was interrupted as she brushed past him into his room, her voice lessening in strength. 

“He’s demanding a fuck ton of money, Taylor. And he’ll probably hold on to the negatives, sell them after we’ve settled…all over a stupid...kiss...” Her eyes trained on the moving form tangled in sheets across the room as she trailed off. The oblivious third party slowly pulled on her garment from the night before. Painful silence filled the air as a short dress was dragged up long tan legs. After slipping into towering stilettos, she effortlessly waltzed across the floor to place an open mouthed kiss to Roger’s grimacing face.

“Don’t be a stranger…” she cooed, shooting a glance of indifference towards the other female before exiting. The drummer’s heartbeat mimicked that of his instrument as tension deafened the room. He opened his mouth, preparing to charm his way out of the situation.

“Drop it.” The woman standing across from him locked their gaze with fierce intensity. “Listen, I know that you are perfectly fine with acting upon impulses not considering their consequences, but while you’ll forget about last night, I have a boyfriend...a career! And now I’ll just be known as another one of your one night stands.” 

She gestured wildly towards the door which her example had just departed. She couldn’t continue to look at him partially out of disgust, but mainly out of the fear that she’d be met with the apathetic glare she had always seen Roger’s heartbroken girls receive. She had denied, no refused, her feelings for the drummer ever since he’d taken to giving her attention. She knew nothing good could come from falling in love with a rockstar who had a wandering eye. And although her job wasn’t under a strict contract, Reid banging on her hotel door that morning was evidence enough that fooling around was not acceptable. And protecting her heart. Dating Jonathan was safe. He was a promise of security and faithfulness, no matter how terribly dull he was. Roger was irresponsible. He was egotistical. He was temperamental...He was kissing her. When did he start kissing her? 

She was so enraptured in her racing thoughts she wasn’t coherent to the blonde’s fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. Her lack of resistance made it effortless to tug her flush against his warm chest. Like magnets, his mouth found hers in a kiss very different than their first. 

They were sober, they were alone, and he had things to prove. That last night was something he was never going to forget. That her touch is the only one he ever wanted to feel. That he wanted to be stripping her dress off at the end of the night, not off some random fan. That nothing made him more sick to his stomach than imagining her being kissed, embraced, adored by some other man. And that he was so terribly sorry that it took his ardent jealousy to open his eyes. 

That he wanted her. 

His brows cinched tightly together as his palms flat against her back pressed her hopelessly closer. Her lips pulling away from his caused one of his hands to shoot up and clutch the side of her cheek, keeping her in place. Her breath washed over his chin in warm huffs as his eyelids trembled open. She still wasn’t looking at him, her gaze cast downward as she quietly drew in air.  

“...’m sorry...” his faint hearted tone caught the photographer off guard as her eyes locked on his. Their shade of blue could teach the sky a thing or two she thought, now that she was able to admire them at proximity. The calloused pad of his thumb separated a small lock of hair framing her face, allowing it to wrap around his worn skin.

“I...Jonathan-”

“Don’t say his name. I don’t want you to say his name.” Roger’s grip tightened ever so slightly, as if only the mention of the other male would rip her from his arms. His tongue darted across his lips anxiously before his jaw clenched tightly. All he could do was let his gaze dance across her face, swearing that every pore of her skin reminded him of a paint stroke in a masterpiece. He cursed himself for never taking the time before to count the beauty marks that flecked across her features.

Why was this so hard? 

He had millions of things he wanted to tell her, but none of the words crossing his mind were enough. He wanted her, obviously. In so many ways. But what could he offer for the most extraordinary woman. Someone who he foolishly never gave the time of day that she deserved. He wanted to promise her a relationship. With stability, faithfulness, and comfort. But as he stared into her eyes that held fire to mask vulnerability, it was obvious that was not who he was. Raw emotion mixed with a painful hangover made his voice discordant.  

“I’m not enough for you...but I could try.”

He didn’t know what else to say but the truth. She was worth it. Trying. The shaky breath she released was difficult to interpret, as his celeste eyes frantically searched her face. What didn’t settle right in his stomach was when she turned her head, her forehead wrinkling in strife.

“Roger…”

“I’m a fuck up. I can’t control my jealousy, and seeing him...doing everything I’ve wanted to do...I was a prick. I just want you to always be by me. Taking your gorgeous pictures. Taking the piss with the lads. Distracting me from the wings.”

Now Roger couldn’t stop talking. He was desperate, words spilling out at lightning speed. His calloused hands reached out for her, gripping her upper arms tenderly. When she stiffened under his touch, he realized it was over. He’d lost her, and all he could do was admit defeat.

“But what I want isn’t what you deserve. You deserve a bloke who will ask you out on proper dates, not drunkenly snog you in a seedy club. You deserve more than that. University graduates. Pressed trousers. Steady job. Not some arse of a drummer who thinks knob instead of his head.”

He allowed his calloused digits to drag down her skin, memorizing how she felt as it would be one of the first and last times he could ever do so. As the tips danced over her wrists, he began to pull away knowing that his embrace was far from wanted. That’s why when her fingers reached forwards to intertwine with his, his grip was limp from shock. His gaze travelled from their touch meet her surprisingly affectionate stare.

“Maybe what I deserve isn’t what I want.”

His jaw slack, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth in a minute grin.

“You-”

“Did you really need to have a diva fit to realize that in my eyes no one will ever replace you?”

Her teasing jest was all it took for him to tug her tightly against his chest with his hands encasing the sides her of her face. Roger had one more thing to prove. It was that there would never be another man who would take her breath away like he could.

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The Perfect Gift

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Word Count: 1963

Prompts: Antique Store + Mug

Tags: Alternate Universe, First Meeting, Fluff, Humour, Embarassing Idiots

Summary: Dean is searching for a present for Sam’s brithday when he stumbles across an antique store. He makes a great first impression by smashing a mug.

A/N: Written for @huntingandwritingthings SPN Cluedo Challenge 2K17. Congrats on 500 followers Amber! Also, thank you to @mrsgabrieltrickster for betaing x

Dean had never been great at buying gifts. Whenever Sam’s birthday came around Dean would usually present him with something impersonal that he had bought at the last minute, so this year Sam had told his brother not to bother.

Dean - despite knowing that his lack of skill at choosing wanted or needed items when it came to buying presents was a real issue - had taken offence and vowed to find his brother the best damn birthday present he had ever gotten. Sam had teased that he did not think anything could beat last year’s forest scented candles. 

So, the older Winchester had been scavenging around the streets of Lebanon for hours on his quest for the perfect gift.

Dean absentmindedly glanced in each store window as he rushed by until he saw a wooden rocking-horse staring back at him. There were all sorts of dated toys in the window along with a globe, and an old camera. 

He looked up at the sign above the store, ‘Novak’s Knick-Knacks’. The small shop was tucked away between two clothing boutiques and judging by the random items in the window, appeared to deal in a wide array of antiques; if Dean could not find anything for his nerdy brother in there then he might as well give up. 

Dean opened the door and a small bell jingled to alert the owner of his arrival. There was no one behind the desk as there were no other customers. He looked around in awe. There were rows and rows of shelves stocked with fine china, shimmering jewellery, and polished trinkets. 

He spotted a slightly worn looking wooden clown puppet dangling from the wall with a menacing grin. A sadistic side of Dean thought that he would enjoy the look on Sam’s face if he opened that on his birthday; his brother had various negative feelings about clowns.

Dean continued to wonder around until a brass telescope caught his eye. He leaned over to take a look through the lens, but he accidentally bumped the table behind him as he did so. He heard an ominous wobble and whipped around to try and steady the object he had hit. He turned too quickly, whipping his arm widely and knocked whatever it was off the table. 

Dean froze as a crash rang out loudly in the empty room. He winced as he peered down and saw the shattered remains of what he assumed was some kind of cup as there was a handle amongst the shards. 

“Hey!" 

Dean turned around and saw who he figured was the store owner looking at him in shock. He was a strikingly handsome guy with dark tussled hair and impossible blue eyes. 

"That was a tea mug handcrafted for the emperor of Japan in the late eighteen-hundreds; it costs eight hundred dollars!" 

Dean’s jaw dropped. "I-I, uh, oh crap. I-I’m so sorry” he stuttered out an apology. “I…you should put something like that in a safer place, dude!” he threw back, his fear and embarrassment giving way to anger before he could stop himself. “Sorry. I just…I don’t know if I can afford to pay for that..!" 

"No, please, it’s alright” the other man said as he raised his hands apologetically; he seemed worried by how much Dean had started panicking. “I-it was just a joke. It was mine from home; I bought it from Pottery Barn for seven dollars.” He quickly knelt down to pick up the pieces. 

Dean took a moment to process the information before sighing deeply; his shoulders visibly sagged with relief. “You’ve got a sick sense of humour, man” he said sarcastically.

“Sorry” the guy said sheepishly. “Humour just goes over my head sometimes. I confess I’m socially awkward and terrible at breaking the ice.” He placed the remains in a trashcan behind the desk. 

“Well breaking a mug isn’t a real subtle way to spark a conversation either” Dean said with a small smile, the other man responded with nervous laughter but Dean found it quite endearing. “Are you Novak?” He asked. 

“Yes, well, that’s my surname. You can call me Castiel." 

"Hey, I’m Dean." 

They shook hands. 

"What can I help you with, Dean?" 

"Well, it’s my little brother’s birthday and he always complains that I’m no good at buying gifts, so I want to get him something that will blow his freakin’ mind so he realises how ungrateful he is." 

"So, you want to get your brother an amazing birthday present not out of love, but out of spite?” Castiel asked with an amused smirk. 

“I hadn’t looked at it like that, but yes” Dean confessed.

 "Well, I’m afraid I sympathise with your brother" Castiel said. “I too have an older sibling whose choice in gifts is less than admirable. For my last birthday Gabriel had a stripper show up on my doorstep at two in the morning.”

“That sounds pretty awesome to me” Dean smirked.

“Not when you’re as socially awkward as I am” Castiel claimed. “I made him a pot of tea and we watched Game of Thrones." 

Dean could not help but laugh. "Seriously?" 

Castiel lowered his head and nodded bashfully. 

"That sounds like a pretty awesome night too” Dean said hoping Castiel would realise there was no need to be embarrassed. 

Castiel looked with surprise but was put at ease by Dean’s genuine smile; now Castiel was starting to blush for a whole other reason. 

“What sort of things does your brother like?” He asked to divert Dean’s attention from his embarrassment.

“Oh, well he’d really be into old crap like this” Dean said without thinking.

Castiel raised his eyebrow.

“Did you just imply that my livelihood is old crap?"  he asked. 

Dean froze again. "Uh…" 

"Because it is. I just couldn’t really put that on the sign” Castiel joked. 

Dean relaxed again. “Okay, so maybe I’m not so slick with the social talk either” he confessed. “What I meant was Sam likes history, mythology, stuff like that.”

Castiel hummed in response as he surveyed some of the shelves. 

“Why did your brother decide you were no good at buying presents?” Castiel asked curiously. 

“Well, one Christmas I bought him a new plastic G.I Joe action figure” Dean said. 

Castiel frowned. “I would have thought a child would love that." 

"Probably…but Sam was nineteen when I bought him that." 

Castiel laughed, it sounded like music to Dean’s ears. "I see, what birthday is he celebrating now?”

“He’s turning twenty two. I’m driving down to Stanford to see him; he’s studying law there. He’s a total nerd about it." 

"Really?” Castiel said with intrigue. “Well, in that case I may have something that will blow his freakin’ mind” he said with air quotes. “Was that the expression?”

"Yeah, that sounds like me.”

“I picked this up a few days ago” Castiel said. He ducked behind the counter and reappeared with a brass statue of a blindfolded woman holding a sword and a pair of scales. 

“Lady Justice” Dean said with a grin. “She’s a symbol of objectivity, weighing the support against the opposition. Like how Anubis weighed the ancient Egyptians’ hearts before they entered the afterlife." 

Castiel seemed a little taken aback by Dean’s outburst, so Dean quickly shut his mouth and hoped that the heat he felt rising to his cheeks was not visible. 

"Are you sure that your brother is the nerd in this situation?” Castiel teased.

“I like to read” Dean retorted. “Besides, you’re the one who owns an antique store! I bet you know the story behind everything in here." 

"True” Castiel conceded. “But you shouldn’t be embarrassed about being knowledgeable. It’s a very attractive quality” he added with a small smile. 

And now Dean was certain that his cheeks were glowing red. 

“H-how much?” He asked quietly. 

“For you, seventy dollars." 

Dean pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and thumbed through some bills. 

"I only have fifty dollars cash and a Biggerson’s gift card worth ten bucks” he claimed sheepishly. 

“You break my mug and then ask me for a discount?” Castiel asked. 

“O-oh…” Dean stuttered; he felt the embarrassment begin to consume him all over again. “I-I can pay for-" 

"No, please! That was just my bad sense of humour again!” Castiel quickly exclaimed. “I really don’t care about the mug. I’ll accept the fifty dollars because I like those fairy-tale green eyes and that goofy smile.” He looked mortified for a moment before bowing his head. “Dammit, Cas” he whispered under his breath. 

“Thank you” Dean said with a small smile; he could not help but feel a little smug. “You’re awesome." 

Castiel shot him a grateful smile before he ducked behind the counter and grabbed a box. He filled it with some packing peanuts so that the statue would sit safely inside and taped it up. 

"She’s all yours” Castiel said as he exchanged everything with Dean. “I hope your brother likes her." 

"Well if he doesn’t I’m getting him underwear for Christmas” Dean said. “Thanks so much, Cas. And, uh, I am sorry for breaking your mug.”

“You’re welcome” Castiel smiled. “And don’t worry about it, really. I hope that you’ll come and see me again soon. I-I mean that you’ll come to look around the store and obviously, I’ll be here-’" 

"No, yeah, I get you” Dean assured him. “I’ll definitely come and see you…the store, again. Okay. Bye.”

“Goodbye, Dean." 

As soon as he was back in his car Dean called Sam. He could not stop grinning and although it made him feel like a clueless teenager again Dean had to tell someone. 

"Hey, Dean. What’s up?” Sam answered. 

“I just bought your present, but that’s not important-” Dean started excitedly.

“Wow, Dean that makes my birthday feel real special-”

“Shut up, Sam. This is serious!” Dean stressed. He took a deep breath. “I think a boy likes me." 

Dean re-visited the antiques store the day after he returned from Stanford.

When he arrived Castiel was serving another customer so Dean pretended to be deeply engrossed in one of the window displays so that he did not appear too desperate to see Castiel again.

"Hello, Dean” Castiel said with a smile after the other customer had left. “Did Sam like his gift?" 

"Yeah, he loved it!” Dean grinned. “I think I’ve finally redeemed myself; he even called me a jerk.” Castiel frowned. “Oh, no, it’s our nicknames for each other!” Dean quickly explained. “He calls me Jerk, I call him a Bitch, it’s a whole thing” he said with a dismissive hand wave when he realised he was rambling.

“Dean, relax” Castiel laughed. “I wasn’t expecting to see you again so soon…but I’m really happy I didn’t have to wait too long." 

"I’m glad you said that” Dean replied with a crooked smile. “But I did have an excuse in case I seemed too…desperate.” He placed a small box he had been carrying on the counter. 

Castiel opened it and pulled out a blue mug which had 'hot cup of awesome’ printed on it in silver lettering. 

“I figured since I broke your other mug buying you another one would be a good excuse to come and see you again.”

“Well, I love it” Castiel smiled. “You certainly have improved your gift giving game. I think you’re pretty awesome and hot too.” He visibly flinched and closed his eyes. “And there goes my awkward gene again." 

"It’s okay” Dean laughed. “I haven’t exactly been smooth either." 

"Well, how about I close up the store and we can try to make a fresh start somewhere else” Castiel said. “Hey, how about pancakes at Biggerson’s? I just got a voucher” he teased. 

Dean smiled softly. 

“Yeah, sounds good."