#shoutout to the hair and makeup department
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One of the reasons tbsatdh is so good is also cause the costume and makeup department just did a really good job. The characters all just look like real people to me. They're not wearing tons of makeup while on the run. Annalise doesn't have styled hair that hairspray holds into place. Everyone dresses like they're people with normal lives and different tastes that feel organic to their character. Like, is Gabriel's look kinda extra? Yes! But is that true to his character? Also yes!
A scene that I also feel like really shows this is when Annalise is at home and sneaking around in her fathers office. She's wearing her pyjamas but they're not some fancy conventionally sexy nightwear or anything, it's not even a matching set, she's just wearing a shirt and pants that look really comfortable! Like yes!!! This is what people wear at home on a normal wednesday evening!!!
I think I sometimes forget how good it can be to see these normal looking people on screen because I've become so used to characters that look like they're starring in an advertisement rather than a show that's meant to be about people who you relate to.
So yeah, shoutout to the people who worked on tbsatdh and are responsible for this, I see you and I love you <3
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When Everything's Made to be Broken - Chapter 16: We Don't Know What We're Doing
Summary: Amidst the day to day, Theo and Loki continue to learn new things about each other, including some interesting details about how they view relationships.
Authorâs Note: First, I am so sorry this is so late!! I had planned to post on the 28th, but I ended up having some (good) things come up that took up my weekend and meant I didnât have time to get this to a point I felt was ready to post. I foolishly thought I could have it ready by Tuesday, then by Friday, then Sunday, then accepted my fate and admitted I just wouldnât have time until this weekend to get this chapter wrapped up and posted (shoutout to a work trip last weekend for making this take an extra week!) I shared a note about the delay on tumblr, but figured Iâd share it here so Iâm covering my bases.
That being said, spring is a crazy time for me work-wise, plus Iâm finishing my second masterâs degree this semester (after a two year hiatus!), so this will probably not be the only time things get a bit delayed. Iâm pretty sure I will have the next chapter ready for next Sunday (the 24th), but the week after that has some work stuff going on, which means the following chapter would be posted on March 9th. Anyways, thanks for your patience, and hope you enjoy <3 reblogs are always appreciated, and lmk if you want to be added to tag list!
Word Count: 6,789
Song: Amateur Lovers - Switchfoot (Bonus Song: Passing Through A Screen Door - The Wonder Years)
Everyone I know Needs love like drugs Like a common cold We could never shrug My baby and me We're missing the same stuff We've all got a disease Deficiency of love Every day we still try Every night we still cry Driving home on the 805
Months after Theo first promised Loki that she would hang out with the other Avengers, she could not deny the truth: Loki, the little shit, was right.
Unintentionally agreeing to âfamily nightâ opened the floodgates of invitations to hang out, and other than the period of time where everyoneâs moods plummeted from the string of unpleasant anniversaries, Theo found herself becoming more and more fond of the colorful collection of superheroes that she lived with, and it seemed like they accepted her with open arms.
Even worse, Loki was right and he knew it.
Every time Theo caught him watching as Wanda braided her hair or Yelena talked her into trying (and absolutely sucking at) Call of Duty, Loki cocked an eyebrow and shot Theo the most smug, self-satisfied smirk. When he wandered into the lab and stumbled upon Theo and Helen working on new medical technology with Bruce and Shuri, a downright devious glint flashed in his jade eyes, and his jaw flexed as if he bit back some snarky comment about Theoâs voluntary presence. When they went out as a team and it came to light that Natasha had done Theoâs makeup, Loki bit his lower lip to stifle a snicker.Â
On that night, Theo had just finished up working in the emergency department; after showering and changing into an old set of Duke sweatpants and a shirt she stole from Chris the last time she stayed at his apartment, Theo made her way out to the living room with a book in hand.
The sight that greeted her was one she often found at the end of the day: Sam, Bucky, Yelena, Natasha, and Steve sprawled out on some of the more comfortable seating options, clad in sweatpants and worn t-shirts after what was likely a long day of training and briefings. A video game that Theo vaguely recognized, but not enough to identify, broadcast itself from the television screen, displaying a mix of desolate space-esque scenarios and scifi combat.Â
Sam sat on the edge of the couch cushions, leaned in towards the television screen with a video game controller clutched in both hands, focusing so intently on the screen that he stuck a bit of his tongue out as he mashed buttons on the controller.Â
On another couch sat Yelena and Natasha, with Bucky sandwiched between the two widows. Yelena and Bucky alternated between shoving fistfuls of popcorn into their mouths and shouting at the television as an explosion flashed on the screen, while Natasha sat with her legs curled up under her, sipping a glass of merlot as she occasionally teased Sam about dying in the game.
âTheo, hey,â Steve waved from the other side of the living room, where he stretched across on the couch with sock-covered feet propped up on the coffee table.Â
âHey,â Theo waved as she took her usual seat, curling into the corner of the couch. âSo, which game is this?â
âHaloââ Yelena replied between mouthfuls of popcorn, ââ Genetically enhanced super soldiers fighting aliens.â
âI thought the point of playing video games was to take a break from realityâŠâ Theo glanced around the room. âHow is âgenetically enhanced super soldiers fighting aliensâ any different from what we already do?âÂ
âItâs fictional.â Yelena shrugged, despite the knowing grin she wore.
âHey, bird brain, donât you have something to ask Theo?â Bucky threw a piece of popcorn at Sam, bouncing a fluffy kernel off Samâs head; Sam scowled, but kept his eyes on the screen.
âAsk me what?â Theo glanced between the others expectantly, her pulse quickening ever so slightly.Â
They must have been talking about her⊠But why?Â
âFuck! I was so close!â Sam groaned as a message flashed across the television screen stating his team lost. He tossed the controller at Bucky, who effortlessly caught it in his non-vibranium hand. âYou try.â
âIs anyone going to tell me what Iâm supposed to be asked about?â Theo repeated, her chest tightening as she tried to guess what they wanted. She couldnât think of anything that she did recently to raise any suspicions, and the way Bucky brought it up made it sound like it wasnât anything seriousâŠ
âDammit Buck, I was gonna ask her when it was just the two of us.â Sam glared at Bucky, who was too busy setting up the next round of whatever shooting game they had decided on for that night.
âOkay, now Iâm just getting nervous.â Theo tried to laugh it off, but it didnât do much to cover up her ballooning nerves.
âNah, donât be - I just need advice⊠â Sam rubbed his face with both hands, conveniently hiding any clues Theo might have gathered from his expression. â... Dating advice.â
âDating advice?â Theoâs brows shot skyward as she echoed Samâs message back to him.Â
âYeah. Thereâs a hot doc that you work with, and I want to see if sheâs interested.â
Well, that certainly changed things.
Theo struggled to keep her cool, cheeks and jaw tensing to prevent a grin from curling up her lips...Â
.. What were the odds that Sam shared Julieâs crush?
âThing is, the only way I ever run into her is when I need to get patched up ââ Sam continued, ââ not exactly great for getting to know each other...â
â⊠So you want my help getting close to her?â Theo ventured, her mind running wild with possibilities. âWho is it?!â
âOh hell no, Iâm not telling!â Sam laughed sheepishly, âNot until I know if sheâs interested too!â
âHow can I help if I donât know who it is?â Theo pointed out, âitâs not like all doctors are the same! What works for Julie wonât work for Helen!âÂ
If Theo didnât know any better, she swore she saw Samâs cheeks flush at Julieâs name; then again, that might have been in her head.
âWatch him when heâs in the ER,â Bucky commented, not missing a beat even as all of his attention seemed focused on the video game. âYou'll know in two seconds.â
âAs much as I donât want you to need to go to the ER, now Iâm curious - maybe we can beat you up a bit during training so you need to pay a visit.â Theo teased, smirking at Sam. Yelena laughed, offering to beat him up, while Natasha and Steve exchanged knowing glances.
âNot you tooââ Sam groaned, before pointing at Yelena and Bucky. â â thatâs the same thing these assholes recommended!âÂ
âBecause itâs good advice!â Yelena huffed, crossing her arms. âYou want to see her? Thatâs how!âÂ
âOh come on, you really think thatâs my advice?! Iâm not that terrible,â Theo scoffed, feigning offense. âMy first piece of advice would be to talk to her and see what she likes outside of work, then figure out a way to ask her to hang out and do something she enjoys. But unless you tell me who it is, youâre going to need to work up the courage to stop by the ED specifically to talk to her, or youâll have to wait until you actually have a reason to get patched up.â
Sam let out a sharp breath, shoulders slumping as he narrowed his eyes at Theo. âAnd if I tell you?â
âMaybe I can help â invite them over when we do a movie night or something,â Theo offered, this time not bothering to hide her smile. After all, Theo was not above a quid pro quo - she gets to satisfy her curiosity, and Sam gets a chance to talk to whoever heâs crushing on. Win-win, really.
Sam narrowed his eyes at Theo. â⊠Let me think about it.âÂ
Theo stood up and stretched her arms overhead; since it seemed like Sam had put an end to the conversation, it was as good of a moment as any to step away for a moment and get herself some water. As she sauntered towards the kitchen, she called over her shoulder: âYour choice, but it doesnât have to be hard!â
Conversation continued among the others as Theo entered the kitchen, voices laughing and chattering over each other so Theo couldnât make out what anyone said.Â
Theo moved on autopilot as she found a glass and added some ice from the freezer, mind spinning as she tried to recall any details from past interactions that would help her figure out which of her colleagues caught Samâs eye. Even as she moved to the sink to fill her glass, her thoughts remained so occupied with the new mystery that she barely paid her surroundings any mind.
âYou feared the Avengers would never trust you, yet Wilson trusts you enough to seek your guidance in matters of the heart; I dare say that your concerns were unfounded.â A low voice spoke from just behind Theo â a smooth baritone that she recognized anywhere, even if it startled her so badly that she dropped her glass and nearly jumped through the ceiling from shock.
A flash of emerald shot forth. Loki caught the glass just before it clattered into the sink, all the while failing to stifle his laughter at the string of curses that fell from Theoâs mouth.
âCanât you just say hi like a normal person?!â Theo pressed one hand to her heart in a feeble attempt to settle her racing heart, all the while glaring at Loki.
âWhen such amusement is a possibility? Absolutely not.â Loki grinned, offering Theo her water glass. She snatched it from him, taking a quick drink of water before turning back to the sink and topping it off.
For a moment, Theo considered finding some way to fuck with Loki so he couldnât gloat so much, but after Loki had a difficult month (between the shitty anniversaries and Thor nearly dying, calling it difficult was probably an understatement), Loki needed the chance to loosen up and laugh. Besides, he was the first friend Theo made when she moved into the tower, and even if she wouldnât admit it outright, Theo was grateful that Loki had been right.Â
So, she simply rolled her eyes and smiled.Â
âYouâve not responded to my original comment,â Loki pointed out, smug satisfaction dancing in his tone.
âSamâs interested in one of my colleagues,â Theo attempted to brush off Lokiâs observation, her cheeks burning as they undoubtedly flushed.
âI heardâŠâ Loki leaned back against the kitchen counter, a lazy smile dangling on his lips as he looked at Theo. âStill, he trusts you.â
âNot enough to tell me who it is,â Theo grumbled, setting her water glass on the marble counter as she pretended to pout so she could cross her arms. âHow long were you lurking there?â
âLong enough,â Loki simply shrugged, eyes twinkling from the reflection of the kitchen lights as he looked at Theo. âThe exchange reminded me - are you still courting your gentleman caller?âÂ
Theo couldnât stifle the snort of laughter that escaped from Lokiâs unironic use of the term âgentleman caller;â she slapped both hands over her mouth, entire face now aflame with embarrassment from the ridiculous sound.
Loki tilted his head at Theoâs reaction, brows furrowed in a silent question.Â
âAm I supposed to ignore the fact that you just used the term gentleman caller?â Theo finally managed, still chuckling as she repeated the term.
âIs there another term I ought to use?â Despite the neutral tone of Lokiâs reply, his cheeks took on a faint shade of pink that stood out against his porcelain skin. âOr am I to presume you are no longer courting him?â
âIâm still seeing him, but I donât think that âgentleman callersâ exist in modern day dating,â Theo couldnât wipe the smile off her face from hearing the term in daily conversation. âFeminism and all that.â
âAh, yes, forgive me.â The flush on Lokiâs cheeks grew more noticeable. âNonetheless, you are still courting him?â
âYeah,â Theo nodded. âWhy?â
âYouâve not spoken of him in quite some time.â Loki shrugged; the gesture looked like an attempt to be nonchalant, which matched his tone, but something about the movement seemed a bit⊠forced.
âYou were busy supporting Thor, and I was busy supporting you, so it didnât seem like the thing to discuss at the time.â Theo offered a sheepish smile as she explained her reasoning. âBesides, itâs nothing serious.â
In response, Loki leaned away ever-so-slightly, narrowing his eyes with a slight frown as he studied Theo.
âWhat?â Theo tensed as heart quickened in her chest, confused by Lokiâs reaction.
âMidgardians often speak of love at first sight; after quite some time, your feelings for the actor seem ambivalent at best, yet you continue to court him,â Loki remarked slowly, continuing to look at her with a perplexed expression. âItâs rather odd.â
Odd - with a silent sigh of relief, Theo relaxed, her shoulders dropping ever so slightly.Â
âI donât believe in love at first sight â thatâs lust,â Theo winked, shaking her head. âWeâre just having fun and enjoying each otherâs company, thatâs all.â
âI see,â with a nod, Loki hummed to himself. âDo you foresee the relationship turning into something greater?â
âI donât know,â Theo shrugged. âNever gave it much thought, if Iâm honest.â
As she answered the question, a thought occurred to her: Loki asked about her dating life, but Theo never asked about hisâŠÂ
âSpeaking of dating, did I see you bring someone up to your suite after Starkâs fundraiser a few months back?â Theo cocked a brow at him, a sly grin spread over her face. âWhatâs going on there?â
âRest assured, Iâve not kept any partners from you,â Loki replied with a smirk of his own. âI am⊠not one for attachment, shall we say.â
âSo she was a booty call?â Theo giggled, earning a venomously dirty look from Loki. âWell, what would you call it?â
âI prefer to have companions for a single evening,â Loki dryly answered, a pale pink blush returning to his cheeks. âItâs less complicated that way.â
âIs that so?â Theo teased, her grin widening to the point that her cheeks hurt as Lokiâs blush grew brighter.
âYes ââ Lokiâs explanation took on an edge of defensiveness as his expression teetered on the verge of a scowl. âItâs not as uncommon as you might think, particularly among our peers.â
Theo barely managed to keep a straight face, all-too-amused by how quickly Loki became flustered.
âCivilians do not understand the nature of our roles, so relationships that are not between two agents or established prior to one becoming an Avenger are practically doomed from the start,â Loki continued. âHaving seen the effect of those failed relationships on others, I have chosen to refrain from courting anyone.â
Theoâs stomach lurched at the observation, her prior amusement vanishing in an instant. She quickly grabbed her water glass, taking a long sip of chilled liquid to ground herself before the implications could make her spiral.
âThat being said, physical desire is a near-universal experience, or a need, if you willââ If Theoâs expression shifted, Loki must not have noticed; the usual glint of something clever returned to his eye, as did a wry smirk. ââAnd sometimes our needs⊠Well⊠They need to be satiated.â
âCanât fault you there.â Theo covered up her discomfort from Lokiâs earlier comment with a smirk and a wink of her own. She started towards the living room, glancing back at Loki over her shoulder. âSome of us are hanging out in the living room. You want to join?â
Loki nodded, pressing away from the counter and following Theo into the living room.Â
Amidst a chorus of greetings directed at Loki, Theo took her usual seat, but this time stretched her legs out across the cushions so there wasnât room for anyone else to sit. She looked up and grinned at Loki, who stood in front of the couch like he was about to take his usual place beside her.
With narrowed eyes flitting between the seat and Theo, Loki arched one brow in a silent challenge. Theo simply widened her grin, curious to see what would follow.
To Theoâs surprise, Loki didnât say anything; instead, he picked up both of Theoâs legs, moving them out of the way so he could sit down; once he settled into his seat, he placed both of Theoâs feet on his lap, as a result returning Theo to her initial position. He capped off the response by flashing an impish grin at Theo, a sort of silent taunt - âyou thought you could try me? Foolish mortal.âÂ
Other than a suspicious glance exchanged between the widows, it didnât seem like anyone even noticed the exchange between Loki and Theo.
Despite Theoâs playful behavior, Lokiâs comment about relationships doomed from the start lurked in the dark recesses of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it. Even as she forced herself to pay attention while Sam and Bucky explained the rules of the particular type of Halo match they selected for the evening, Theo couldnât shake the vague uneasiness that the comment initially instilled within her.Â
A good night text from Chris, something which usually made Theoâs heart flutter in her chest, instead filled her with dread. However, Theo kept her discomfort close to her chest, acting like nothing was amiss as she replied to Chris, wishing him a good night. When Theo returned her attention back to her friends, she tucked her concern away behind carefully crafted smiles and quick-witted comments with such practiced ease that it should have been concerning.Â
Only when she had retreated to the privacy of her suite, after turning out the lights and tucking herself beneath her thick, plush comforter, did she allow the matter to crawl out from the shadows and capture her attention.Â
When Theo accepted the offer to go on a date, she hadnât even considered that the difference in careers/experiences would influence their relationship, or the special considerations that she needed to make. Given her career as a doctor, she was used to missing holidays, birthdays, and special occasions because of work. Chris had, up to that point, seemed perfectly fine with that. With healthcare privacy laws, it wasnât odd for Theo to avoid talking about work with other people, and that naturally flowed into her relationships, another thing that Chris never seemed to mind. He didnât care that she never brought him up to her suite, and that they always stayed at his apartment.Â
Maybe she was overthinking it - they never said anything about getting serious. Besides, she didnât know the circumstances of the failed relationships that Loki referred to. Other factors could have impacted those relationships.Â
Still, the idea of Chris inevitably being hurt because of Theoâs lack of foresight left a bitter taste in her mouth. The last thing Theo needed was to hurt anyone else, but time and time again she made the same mistakes, and innocent people were caught in the crossfire.
Staring up at her ceiling, Theo drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Up until that night, she had no reason to worry about the future with Chris. He hadnât made any indication that he wanted to pursue a long-term relationship. At that point, they were more of a situationship than anything - they didnât change their lives for each other, they simply saw each other when it was convenient. That was okay. Theo was fine with that.Â
Hopefully Chris was alright with that as well.
You tried to play it down But it never stuck I tried to bail this town I'm getting no such luck, yeah When nobody's around I keep my eyes on the clock There ain't a cure I've found In all my times around this block Every day we still try Every night we still cry Weâre driving home on the 405
Between the overly loud sounds that Midgardians called music, the throngs of sweaty people, and the sharp stench of alcohol, Loki vehemently regretted allowing Maximoff to convince him to partake in this particular outing.
One of the local bars, the Hi-Lo, hosted an event they decided to call âEmo Night.â Maximoffâs explanation of âEmo Nightâ conveniently omitted that the âmusicâ was far too loud and the quality of âsingingâ was questionable at best. Quite frankly, the quality of the scratchy, sometimes guttural noise could hardly be classified as singing, yet the people around them âdancedâ all the same - that was, if one could call shoving each other about in a sweaty horde dancing.Â
Theo informed him the correct term was âmoshing,â but Loki felt âbarbaric stumblingâ would be more appropriate.Â
Some of their entourage seemed right at home. After freeing himself from the Winter Soldierâs programming, Barnes had grown fond of the loud and angsty racket. Maximoff had a penchant for live music, though this escapade made Loki question how the Scarlet Witch defined music. Though Wilson did not seem invested in the performance, he seemed quite comfortable with the strange cacophony â particularly strange given his typically warm and straightforward nature.Â
Others, however, shared a response akin to Lokiâs. Rogers hung back near the bar, nursing a bottle of beer with ear plugs in as he watched the scene unfold with an openly perplexed expression. Romanoff sat on a bar stool beside him, maintaining her usually neutral expression while drinking some sort of dark-colored cocktail from a cheap plastic cup. Despite shifting his appearance to look human, any passerby could have concluded that Visionâs presence in the midst of the drunken chaos was not natural. Amidst a sea of dark, casual clothing, Vision wore a pastel blue sweater and well-tailored pants. The androidâs complexion lacked the flush of alcohol and the sweat from âmoshing;â combined with his lack of movement and mild expression, only emphasized the utterly strange nature of the event. Had it not been for Maximoffâs presence in the crowd, the android would undoubtedly have chosen a different location from which to observe the spectacle.
Until that evening, Loki assumed Theo would not be at home in such a ruckus - though she had performed in similar venues prior to becoming an Avenger, her musical prowess seemed far more advanced than this drivel.Â
Yet, to Lokiâs shock (and concern), Theo also claimed to be a fan of the so-called music; though she initially stood beside Loki as the so-called band performed, after bobbing her head to a couple of songs she disappeared into the sea of people as they jumped and screamed incomprehensible lyrics off-key. Â
Left by himself in what might have been his personal hell, Loki cursed Theo for abandoning him, only to chastise himself for such a thought; after all, Theo had attempted to warn Loki of what he would experience.Â
Earlier that afternoon, when Maximoff said âYouâll love it Lokes,â to which Loki rolled his eyes â it didnât matter how many times he told Maximoff, she insisted on calling him Lokes â Theo couldnât hold back the snort as she countered, âGiven your thoughts on Tonyâs music, youâll probably hate it. But hey, youâll probably enjoy the people watching.âÂ
Theo was not to blame for Lokiâs current predicament; if anything, the only person Loki could truly blame was himself. After all, he was the one who accepted the invitation.Â
The sound of distorted guitar shook the walls, his shoes stuck to the floor, and he couldnât tell if he smelled stale beer or body odor - or both - but the scent was utterly repulsive. There were far too many people packed into such a small place, and they were drunken imbeciles. Even if he wanted to people-watch, it was too chaotic to tell what was going on. With the unnecessarily loud noise coming from the stage, a conversation would be near-impossible, no matter where he stood.
Then again, now that he was alone and everyone else was distracted by other things, no one would miss him if he left. Loki glanced over his shoulder at the exit, debating whether or not he should attempt to slip away at that moment, or wait until a break between songs.
The collision of another person bumping against Lokiâs hip interrupted Lokiâs train of thought. He whipped around, ready to unleash a series of insults at whoever dared to run into him, only to find Theo standing before him with two identical plastic cups in hand, both filled with a dark liquid similar to what Romanoff drank. The insults died on Lokiâs tongue as she offered him one plastic cup, glancing down at the cup and then back at Loki before mouthing âfor you.â
Loki lifted the cup and sniffed the drink; the saccharine scent of Midgardian soda intertwined with a spicy, sharp scent akin to some sort of Midgardian alcohol filled his nose, which he quite preferred to the establishmentâs fetid aroma. However, Midgardian liquor would not be enough to dull his senses and render the evening tolerable; a tense chuckle â hardly more than a puff of air â escaped him at the thought.
When he looked back at Theo, her previously free hand now dangled a steel flask between two fingers for Loki to see, as if she could read his mind.
âSpiked with Thorâs whiskey,â Theo called out over the music, âYou look like you need it.â
Loki rolled his eyes, schooling the discomfort from his face as he took a swallow of the beverage.Â
As if the Norns recognized Lokiâs frustration from the inability to converse, the ending of the next song brought a short break in the music - just long enough for the performers to switch instruments - after a relentless barrage of sensory overload, the lack of screeching instruments filling the air was a blessed reprieve.Â
âHonestly, how can anyone enjoy such nonsense?â Loki leaned in towards Theo, still forced to raise his voice in order to be heard over the hollering from the inebriated audience. âItâs horrendously loud, the musicians are off-key, and the technique is terrible.â
Theo failed to bite back a grin, unfazed by Lokiâs ire. âItâs not about perfection, Lo.âÂ
âLo?â Loki raised an eyebrow at her.Â
Theo faltered, worrying her lower lip between her teeth. âThatâs okay, right?â
Loki sighed. âItâsââ tolerable, at the very least  ââfine.â
Begrudgingly, Loki suspected that there were many things heâd allow Theo to call him that he wouldnât allow anyone other than Thor to even consider.
âItâs about the feeling behind it. It helps us deal with the bad shit, like anger and sadness ââ Theo glanced toward the stage, then back at Loki. ââ Life isnât perfect. Music shouldnât be perfect either.â
Much to Lokiâs dismay, the bandâs vocalist approached the microphone and announced the start of the next song.
Theo, however, lit up, practically glowing despite the dark venue.
âListen closely to the lyricsââ Theo instructed (via shouting) as the first chords and the drunken ruckus of the entire venue singing off-key slammed against Lokiâs ears, âthis is a good example!â
Had anyone else made the request, Loki would have outright refused; however, Loki trusted Theo enough to comply, and begrudgingly put forth a concerted effort to listen closely.Â
A few lines in, Theo joined in singing:
âThe highway won / Iâm listening to traffic reports one on one, coming quietly undone / I was born to run away from anything good / an escape artistâs son / sun drenched pavement in my blood / the first thing that I do when I walk in / is find a way out for when shit gets bad, andâŠâ
Theo kept eye contact with Loki as she sang along; a wistful look in her eyes made Loki recall some of the emotions heâd buried from his younger years. An uncomfortable void swirled in his chest as he stood amidst what he might consider to be the first tier of his personal hell.Â
Yet, the song barreled on and Loki forced himself to continue focusing on the lyrical content. Though the writing was not Shakespeare by any stretch of the imagination, the lyricism surprised Loki with its complexity and depth. References to historical events - the Cold War scares of the sixties - interlaced with references to the lingering sentiment within tragedy led to commentary around existential anxiety, loneliness, and the fear of not fulfilling oneâs potential.
Loki glanced back over to Theo, who continued to watch him while singing along. She flashed a small, almost sheepish smile as the song reached its bridge:
âJesus Christ, Iâm twenty six / all the people I graduated with / all have kids, all have wives / all have people who care if they come home at night / well Jesus Christ, did I fuck up?â
Even in the poor lighting, Loki caught a glimpse of something painful behind Theoâs expression as she uttered the phrase âdid I fuck up?â The expression, however, was fleeting, replaced with a different sort of intensity as Theo locked eyes with Loki for the final chorus:
âI've been looking for tears in the screen door / and Iâve been waiting for another disaster / but I was kinda hoping youâd stay / I was kinda hoping youâd stay / I was kinda hoping youâd⊠stay.â
Though the song concluded, neither sorcerer made any effort to look away; something unspoken and inexplicable held them in place, frozen in a moment despite the chaos and discord of their surroundingsâŠ
⊠Until said chaos and discord quite literally crashed into them.Â
Some drunken oaf had been shoved from the crowd and into Theoâs side, knocking her off balance. Theo let out a shriek of surprise as she stumbled forward in an attempt to not crash into Loki or spill her drink.
Without a second thought, Loki practically dove to catch her before the horde could trample her in their âmoshing,â even though it made his drink splash out of the cup in the process. Ignoring the liquid dripping off his other hand, he hoisted Theo up by her elbow and pulled her into his chest to steady her, at least until she regained her footing.Â
Yet, when he felt her weight lift, he hesitated to let go.
âAre you alright?â Loki leaned down, close enough that his cheek brushed against Theoâs temple as he spoke into her ear.Â
âYeah, Iâm good.â Theo tilted her head back, the soft skin of her nose brushing against the crook of Lokiâs jaw as she replied; the sensation sent a pleasant chill down Lokiâs spine. âThanks!â
Theo stepped back, and Loki forced himself to let go; though they met each otherâs gaze again, this time neither of them allowed the moment to last.Â
Stifled by the sheer volume of the music, the only conversation between Loki and Theo until the end of the event consisted passing comments from time to time - Theo sharing thoughts on a particular song, Loki offering to bring Theo a refill when they both finished their drinks, or one of the pair pointing out something particularly amusing.
Between comments, Loki often caught Theo singing along, though she did so in a far more discreet manner than anyone else in the venue. Despite Lokiâs best attempts to focus on Theoâs voice, the sound was lost in a swell of drums and guitars and other voices. The effort invested into trying to hear Theo successfully distracted Loki from the disdain he held for everything else about his surroundings, though it did nothing to dampen the disappointment when he could not hear her far-more-melodic voice floating through the air.Â
Perhaps if Theo was the one singing them, or the one playing the songs on piano, he might enjoy them more.
After far too long, the return of overhead lighting and disappearance of musicians from the stage confirmed that the event had finally drawn to a close. Wrangling the various members of their entourage required a bit of teamwork and effort, but it was not long before the Avengers exited the establishment and felt the blessedly cool air of the city against their skin.Â
It did not take long before the Avengers split into smaller groups along the sidewalk, a mixture of varied walking speeds and small conversations naturally pairing certain avengers with others. Maximioff and Barnes led the group, laughing and singing along to themselves as they stumbled along. Close behind, Vision and Wilson kept a close eye on their companions as they chatted with Romanoff and Rogers.
From the back of the group, Loki observed his surroundings while relishing the quiet of night. Quiet, of course, was relative - in a city such as New York, the bustle of traffic remained such a constant that it turned into white noise with due time. Strangers occasionally passed on the sidewalk, barely giving any of the Avengers a second glance as they ventured to mystery destinations in the night.Â
Farther ahead, a beggar sat near an alleyway, his back against a dumpster so thoroughly covered in graffiti that it would have been impossible to guess its original color; as groups of people passed without paying the man any mind, Loki couldnât help but notice the manâs resigned sadness.   Â
â... You survived.â The comment, clearly directed towards Loki, drew his attention from the beggar, though he did not catch the full remark.Â
âPardon?â As Loki replied, he glanced over to find Theo walking beside him, somehow managing to keep pace despite her much shorter stature.
âSo, you survived Emo night,â Theo repeated with a coy grin. âHow terrible was it?â
âIt is certainly not how I would choose to spend my time,â Loki dryly replied. âNor is it something I would have expected you to enjoy.â
âThought I had more cultured taste?â Theo teased, bumping Lokiâs hip with hers as they strolled along.Â
âClearly I was mistaken.â Loki chuckled and shook his head. âTell me you do not subject your actor to such nonsenseâŠâÂ
âYou think I can walk into a bar with him and not be swarmed?â Theo cocked a brow as she looked up at Loki. Despite the amused smirk she wore, something bittersweet lurked beneath her gaze. âEven if he could get in without drawing attention, I think the internet would drag me for bringing him to a place like that.â
âDrag you?â Loki echoed, hoping Theo might clarify what she meant by such a term.
âChew me out. Chastise me. That sort of thing.â Theo sighed, looking ahead once more. âItâs not exactly a luxury hot spot; Iâm guessing Chrisâs fans would think this kind of place is beneath him.â
âWhat would he think?âÂ
âI couldnât see him having fun, but I donât really know,â Theo admitted with such nonchalance that it almost seemed odd. âHe seems too happy to really get the appeal.âÂ
Loki froze in place, struck by Theoâs answer. Yes, Loki had endured hardships that others might not understand, but no one could truly exist without heartache, could they?Â
Theo stopped a step ahead and glanced back at Loki. âWhat?âÂ
âIââ Loki faltered, grasping for the appropriate response. âSurely he has experienced emotions other than happiness?â
âI mean, sure?â Theo glanced ahead at the rest of the group, then back at Loki. âLook, we donât really talk about shit like that, but I donât think heâs ever had a bad thing happen to him. If I ever got the crazy idea to talk to him about a bad day at work, I donât doubt that heâd listen and try to make me feel better, but I doubt heâd really understand.â
âThe more you reveal about your relationship, the less I understand the appeal.â Loki shook his head and started forward once more. âI thought that Midgardians valued love for the emotional connection, and yet you seem all too content to avoid emotions in your courtship with the actor.â
âWe connect in other ways.â Theoâs tone held a certain cheekiness to it, which she paired with an equally cheeky grin. âI could tell you about the seââ
ââ No, I think I am quite alright ââ Loki replied rather sharply, cheeks burning as he forced images of Theo in a compromising position from his mind. The last thing he needed was to linger on such inappropriate thoughts, particularly with another Avenger.
ââ Hey, you were the one who said everyone has needs ââ Theo pointed out, far too self-satisfied in her response, âI figured youâd get it.â
âI do not need the mundane details to understand the appeal of physical intimacy.â Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes. âI simply do not understand why you bother with the rest of the courtship if youâve no interest in further commitment.â
Theo did not have an immediate answer; she drew in a breath as if to speak, but remained quiet.Â
By that point, the pair had walked far enough that they were about to pass the beggar Loki had previously noticed; at that point, they were close enough that Loki could clearly make out the creases of age and weathered skin, as well as the faint wisps of silver where a once robust head of hair likely sat. The manâs earlier melancholy lingered in Lokiâs memory, and sentiment tugged at Lokiâs heartstrings, compelling him to do something.Â
All it took was a twitch of Lokiâs fingers to conjure some cash in hand; if nothing else, Loki figured the man could use the money for a night of shelter and a warm meal. Yet, before Loki had the chance to acknowledge the man, Theo had already greeted the man by name, then crouched down so she was at eye-level before she extended some sort of plastic card to him, saying something Loki didn't quite catch. The man, however, grinned at Theo, his smile highlighting gaps where his teeth had fallen out at some point, before thanking her for her generosity.
Dumbfounded, Loki offered a quick greeting and extended the cash, which the elderly man thanked him for, though it was not with the level of warmth that the man exuded when he spoke to Theo.
The moment they were not within earshot of the man, Loki turned to Theo. âYou know him?â
âBefore I was an Avenger, I played a lot of shows in this area,â Theo explained with a small shrug. âGreg used to be the janitor at one of the local bars, but since I last saw him, he had to quit because of some health problems that left him unable to work. Between the treatment and the lack of income he couldnât pay rent and ended up on the streets.Â
âI didnât find out until a couple weeks ago, when I was walking home and I recognized him, so I stopped to talk to him and learned about what happened. I told myself that the next time I saw him, Iâd put Tonyâs insane bank account to use and give him enough money that he would never have to sleep on the street again, and he wouldnât have to worry about making ends meet The card has contact info for some people who can help him with the logistics.â
âAwfully generous of you,â Loki remarked.
âHey, you didnât even know him, but you still gave a bit of cash too,â Theo pointed out with a soft smile. âMost people would have ignored him.â
âYes, well, back to our previous conversationââ Uncomfortable with the direction with which Theo took his remark, Loki quickly diverted the conversation. ââYou never answered my question.â
âWhat question?â Theo glanced at Loki as they rounded the corner, Avengers Tower stretching into the sky ahead of them.
âWhy bother with a courtship if you have no intention of pursuing a serious relationship?â
 âYouâre reading too much into this,â Theo laughed nervously as she shook her head. âItâs not that I refuse to be in a serious relationship - I just like to go with the flow.â
Yet, contrary to what Theo said, a familiar melancholy in Theoâs eye said otherwise - the same melancholy he caught when Theo sang, âthe first thing that I do when I walk in is find a way out for when shit gets bad, and / Iâve been looking for tears in the screen door / and Iâve been waiting for another disasterâŠâ
That look in Theoâs eye told Loki everything he needed to know.
We don't know what we're doing Let's do it again, yeah, you know We're just amateur lovers With amateur friends I can tell you what you're thinking now Before you think it you can settle down Our lovin' isn't gonna burn us out We don't know what we're doing Let's do it again Yeah, let's do it again
#loki#loki fanfiction#loki slow burn#loki fluff#loki fanfic#loki marvel#loki mcu#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#loki x ofc#loki x ofc fan fiction#when everything's made to be broken#wemtbb#loki angst
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Shoutout to the Stranger Things hair and makeup department who would love the fact that every time I see Sigourney Weaver fanart I automatically think itâs Nancy. Full circle.
#early s4 sheâs more jennifer grey though To Me#but yeah after the upside down mess sheâs very⊠whatâs her name#ripley ?#assuming itâs ripley thatâs the only name i know from alien
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I miss nature (Love Sea ep 4&5 thoughts)
I was planning on doing a post for each episode, but I was busy. Or maybe I subconsciously don't want to leave the island so I put it off and by the time I sat down to do write a post, a whole week passed. Who knows??????? LMAO
Title. i miss the island setting. which is crazy because i personally am NOT a nature person lol i prefer the city. but this is a drama and it's called LOVE SEA so like.... WHERE'S THE SEA. the only sea we're getting in the bangkok portion of this story is a sea of tears.
shoutout to the candid shots of the island. i thought that was a nice extra touch. also this scene!!! PLEASE someone give fp a royal setting or something. my god
onto the city, WHOSE HOUSE IS THIS FR. FORT IS A TALL BOY HOW ARE YOU GONNA OPEN ANYTHING WITHOUT A LADDER IF YOU'RE NOT AS TALL AS HIM!!!!!!!!!!!
i think the best part of ep 4 is seeing fort in that white tee. the gears in my head r turning at max speed. why does he fill that out so well. jesus.
how much is mook getting paid? she puts up with so much LMAO like the check must be sooo big and her loyalty to rak must be soo solid.
now for the most hurtful part of this ep, rak telling mut he doesn't believe in love and that there will never be anything more than sex between them. peat's line delivery was Good and effective. it stung as the audience just hearing it. and the way mut's face fell and rak's eyes start shifting afterwards?? he himself knew what he said hurt. but mut still wasn't deterred and at this point, i'm sure he has a good grasp on rak's general mindset.
my favorite part of ep 4, the kitchen scene at the end. them teasing each other, mut feeding rak. it was soo soft. and rak's pouty cat stare (sooo cuuute) and peat's legs! we cannot go an ep without em.
pausing between the 2 eps to gush about fortpeat for a second. why do they make domestic scenes look so good. or am i just biased (probably). the puppycat energy is SO strong with these two. i kinda want to see them play characters that are Completely opposite of themselves. i know they'd still eat their roles. it'd just be crazy to think about.
ANYWAYS, ep 5 â
the restaurant scene was so real. are we not allowed to call food by their names anymore. must we order a piggly wiggly mega crunch. i truly do get it. and the shopping scene afterwards???
mut telling him he wants to take care of his life. HOW CAN ANYONE WATCHING THIS NOT BE IN LOVE WITH MUT AT THIS POINT!!!!!!!!!
switching to the girls, aya did SO well in this part. the conflict, the hurt. i see it all!!! but how does mook even know if vi doesn't like women! girl believe in it!!
does prin remind anyone of stop from LITA??? like the goofy ass ego and behavior is so similar to me. wym she came all this way just to hurl verbal jabs at her cousin?? HELP. also i KNOW this is like a stand off between rak and prin, but they're both slaying so hard in the visual department. HAIR, MAKEUP, FIT! and for some reason the bgm is going so hard and for why LMAOOOO what is this music!!
and rak puts on a front like prin's words don't matter much to him, but they obviously hurt a LOT from rak's reaction to it afterwards. him telling mut to get out and leave him alone to deal with his emotions by himself!! and then seeing the food mut left for him. someone's caring for him!!! he's not alone!! and the best AND worst part is seeing rak cry into the food. my god. as someone who's been there more than once, that scene hit soo hard.
NOW THAT PART IN THE FITTING ROOM.... MUTRAK ARE SO HORNY YALL that's nawt even a door it's a flimsy curtain!!!!! i'm not mad about them wanting to bang in the fitting room btw.. im mad they got interrupted :( we could've had a whole keep your voice down kinda nc scene with so much kissing and biting smh
fort has said before they had to rework their first kiss scene bc they hadn't kissed in a while. seeing that they filmed the city portion before the island, i feel like this was the first kiss he was talking about? idk someone can correct me if im wrong. i'm simply guessing.
anyways. enough of this rambling. the ending credits of ep 5 is soo cute and my favorite so far. i can't wait for khom next week!! more characters!!!
if you stumbled across this post and read it, thank you for your time!!
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mandymooremm: When I think back to filming #drdeath (we started this time last year!), itâs a blurry pastiche of nursing a newborn in between shots, weekend zoom rehearsals with @ jennifermorrison, @ edgarramirez25 and @ ashleymichelh, endless belly laughs with @ robertcolonlugo, Andrea, @ arahstaines and our hair/makeup department and just reveling in the chaos and delight of living in NYC for a few months. We had the most fantastic crew across the board and fearless ladies at the helm: show runner @ ashleymichelh and director/executive producer @ jennifermorrison and director Laura Belsey. Also a special shoutout to the powerhouse @ itisijudyreyes1 for being the best friend a gal could hope for and @ curlycelly for her stellar talent and infectious joy. It was a honor to step in these waters together and hereâs hoping there is much conversation around the perception of what it means to be labeled a victim and the shame/stigma that comes along with it (in Benitaâs case) as well as accountability from those we intrinsically trust, from individuals to institutions. All episodes are streaming now on @ peacock.
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Gosh shoutout to Strange New Worldsâ costume and makeup departments, theyâre absolutely incredible. Everything from admiral uniforms to the sparkles under Queen Neveâs eyes, and donât even get my started on LaâAnâs princess dress or TâPringâs gown in that dream! I lost my mind about both. For special occasions the dress always matches the eyeshadow which matches the nails, and even the shore leave outfits are giving, even that fishing hat! Uhura has natural hair, Una is giving Janice Rand energy in a modern beehive, even Pikeâs hair is dynamic. All of it is gorgeous and so so important to me
#snw#tis i#Star Trek#star trek strange new worlds#star trek: strange new worlds#st: snw#st snw#strange new worlds
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Welcome to Hair Metal Night!
This time the show was live! Everyone donned their best hair metal wigs, the costume department stocked up on a lot of leather and the makeup artists likely had a field day with this week's theme. Ray Chew Live got an assist from Whitesnake guitarist Joel Hoekstra and the judges were joined by Gene Simmons of Kiss. Gene is apparently a fan of Dancing With the Stars. Who knew?
Simmons did get some criticism after the show for his comments while judging. And honestly, I think I cringed through most of his judgments. If he wasn't just flirting with the contestants, I don't really think he was able to add much to the judging. Just felt like a dud.
Derek also did another tutorial, this time about lifts and tricks - with a shoutout to Carrie Ann, resident lift police. He warned people not to try lifts and tricks at home - the dancers are professionals - or Carrie Ann will come to find them.
But we're all here for the dancing, so let's check out how our contestants did. Who had Nothing But a Good Time and who faced The Final Countdown ahead of the double eliminations? Find out!
Eric and Britt: Gene thought this paso was better than Phaedra's? Damn. Britt tried to connect "Cherry Pie" to Eric's relationship, hoping it would be the key to improving his performances after their Soul Train performance. Unfortunately, it didn't work. He looked stiff again and seemed to struggle with the footwork. I think his elimination was the right choice. And I'm not sure why Julianne thought he was heading for another "Nothing" moment there - it was clear he was ready to say something meaningful about his time on the show.
Reginald and Emma: Oh, Reginald. I didn't think people would vote off Carl Winslow so soon but I also think the scores may have done him in as well. But I have to admit that his cha-cha to "I Wanna Rock" wasn't really rocking. I don't think he moved from his spot on the dance floor and that Emma did most of the dancing, trying to make him look good. But we're going to miss his personality if not his dancing. Hopefully he'll be in the audience for the rest of the season! (Also, what was up with the women in black dresses standing on a platform behind him during the performance? I didn't see them the first time but only when I rewatched the performance on YouTube).
Joey and Jenna: When I first saw their song title, I had to grimace. It seemed like a poor choice that I'm sure the producers regretted but probably couldn't change due to licensing. Alfonso did make a statement explaining that songs are selected weeks in advance and expressed support for everyone dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Helene and those who were then preparing for Hurricane Milton. A link to donate to the Red Cross was placed on the screen. My sympathies and thoughts go out to everyone affected by the hurricanes. As a YMCA employee, I also encourage people to donate to the YMCAs in the affected areas. I can assure you the money will go directly to the people who need it most.
As for their tango, Joey continued to show why he's shot to the top of the leaderboard. He's handling the dances well and really committing to them. Joey has a lot of talent and needs to focus on refining his movements. If he does that then maybe he might walk away with the mirrorball trophy. Also, we learned that he can play the drums and he showed off his skills. Who knows what other hidden talents will discover about the other contestants before the end of the season?
Brooks and Gleb: Brooks tied with Chandler for the first time. (Again, when couples have the same score, I go by alphabetical order). She started her cha-cha to "Nothing But a Good Time" by pole dancing and while I agree with Derek that it's an artform that should be more revered, I still wish that Gleb would just let Brooks dance. Because her cha-cha was really good. She handled all the content he packed into it well. And she finally infused the dance with some sexuality that was perfect for Hair Metal night. Can she keep up the momentum? We'll find out soon! Also, she's friends with Bret Michaels' daughter and was able to get a pep talk from him before performing this song. That's pretty awesome.
(There was a bit of a scoring scandal with Brooks and Gleb. During the score reveal, Gene Simmons pulled out the ten paddle, apparently awarding them the first ten of the season. But he had keyed in a 9, which was the score that stood. It's happened in the past - I know there's been a few times where Carrie Ann re-evaluates and holds up a higher paddle only to be reminded she gave a lower score, which is the one that stood. But I know Brooks and Gleb were not happy that the 10 did not stand).
Chandler and Brandon: It was cute watching Brandon encourage Chandler to embrace her inner rebel ahead of their jive to "We're Not Gonnna Take It." I don't think it really worked but it was still cute. And it translated into a good jive. She continues to excel at the dances and adds her own special touch to them, making them fun to watch and root for her. But she's starting to slip down the leaderboard while others creep up it. If she's not careful, she could find herself in the middle of the pack before she knows it.
Stephen and Rylee: Maybe taking the glasses off is the key after all. Stephen bounced back with his foxtrot to "Here I Go Again," which included Joel Hoekstra. Stephen could be serious competition for Joey at this point. He listens to the judges' criticism and works to improve himself. With that hard work, he could add a mirrorball trophy to his Olympic medals.
Jenn and Sasha: Joel Hoesktra returned to accompany Jenn and Sasha as they danced the paso doble to "The Final Countdown." Jenn did a good job conveying the intensity needed for the dance though I didn't really feel the chemistry between her and Sasha like with their Viennese waltz. I think the paso may have gotten the better of her sometimes but she handled many of the more challenging moves very well. I look forward to her next dance.
Danny and Witney: If you want to remove a jacket during your routine, it will not come off. That seems to be DWTS law and it got Danny during his paso doble to "Livin' On a Prayer." But he handled it well and figured out how to dance while getting rid of the jacket. Honestly, that probably led to his best work in the dance since the paso also got the better of him at times as well. But he pulled through and I think can bounce back stronger next week.
Dwight and Daniella: Dwight bounced back after this cha-cha, though I think he did struggle in a few points with the paso doble to "Walk This Way". This time I think his height may have worked against him as he tried to keep the moves tight. However, he did channel the right amount of intensity for it showing he understands the dance. It really does seem to come down to his height sometimes being his worst enemy.
Ilona and Alan: Poor Ilona! At least she had a bad night early in the season and not later when it could've really messed with her, even if she did end up in the bottom three this time. She was doing well in her jive to "Cum On Feel the Noize" until it looks like she missed a step in the middle. That threw her off and her routine wasn't as great as it has been in the past. She knew it too and it was okay that she cried about it. Crying is just a release of strong emotions and this shows how passionate she is about dancing. Hopefully she'll shake it off and bounce back next time.
Phaedra and Val: Phaedra should be higher on this list. Gene Simmons did her dirty by giving her a 5 for that paso doble to "You Give Love a Bad Name" (the second Bon Jovi song tonight!). It was pretty good, almost on par with Dwight's. She held her own in the dance and her moves were tighter than Dwight's but not as smooth as his were. Phaedra still has some footwork to work on but she's fun to watch and has some talent. And did anyone else think she looked eerily like Tina Turner in that wig? Or is it just me?
Next time will be Dedication Night, where the stars will pick a meaningful song and dedicate their performance to someone special. Former pro Mark Ballas will be the guest judge (he was in the audience for Hair Metal night since he has the hair for it still) and Derek will dance with his wife Hayley in her first performance since her health scare. So, bring tissues - I'm pretty sure there will be tears at least once.
See you then!
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i'm back BAAABYYY.
and my first post is this - i can't believe it's taken me years to notice this.
we all know the doctor and martha are very similar in nature right? he is the doctor, she's training to be a doctor. he's smart, she's smart, both quite stubborn, both caring people. even in their outfits - martha has the leather jacket, very ninth doctor-ish, and other companions end up with a leather jacket to symbolise a sort of growth in becoming more doctor-ish (donna and rose).
but i have always puzzled over martha's hair. it's always a little spiky and i always liked it because it reminded me of someone but i have only just clocked who:
guess who?!
#doctor who#smith and jones#gridlock#evolution of the daleks#daleks in manhattan#42#the lazarus experiment#human nature#the family of blood#blink#utopia#the sound of drums#last of the timelords#martha jones#freema agyeman#david tennant#shoutout to the hair and makeup department#great minds hair alike#martha described it as very sonic the hedgehog in a book#and the doctor said her hair was great which is funnier knowing it looks like his#teehee#spiky hair supremacy
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Tag nine people youâd like to get to know better
Favorite color(s): Purple! I also love pink, and most pastels <3
Currently reading/listening to: Zombie Boy by dunn0man on AO3. Itâs got a lot of heavy, dark material in it, but itâs also my favorite fic rn so I recommend it for anyone who loves Steve and isnât triggered by the stuff in it.
Last Series: Not counting the shows I watch with my mom... I think it might have been S.tranger T.hings? Also could have been H.eartstopper.
Last Movie: Blac.k Panthe.r: Wakand.a Foreve.r!
Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Sweet! I have always had a sweet tooth, and that isnât going to change.
Currently working on: Drafts, and hopefully later I can get my room tidied
Iâm so sorry who tagged me on this. I accidentally erased your name when I picked this up, but know that I love you. Tagging anyone who feels like doing the thing <3
#OOC#I do not want to overhype this movie#no spoiler review: everyone was hot the costuming was on point and the score was *chef's kiss*#Ludwig Göransson and Ruth Carter I owe you both my life#OH OF COURSE a shoutout to the hair and makeup department!
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: vomiting, light angst due to body image issues (pregnant!reader)
A/N: i have been working on a WIP all day! itâs going to be my longest one-shot by far. if you would like a hint, click here (another hint: itâs not a retelling of the episode)
Masterlist
Chapter 28
Gradually over the summer, your bump started to peek out just a little bit. The bottom of your belly would poke out of your tank tops slightly.
Spencer loved it because it gave him better skin-to-skin contact. He would constantly be rubbing and kissing your tummy while whispering softly to the baby.
He would often visit you in your office for lunch so he could bring whatever you were currently craving. You learned this the hard way once when you packed a chicken caesar wrap for lunch one morning and by the time it got to noon, it made you nauseous just looking at it. Spencer brought you watermelon that day because it was the only thing that sounded good.
You were just finishing up an email when there was a knock at the door.
âItâs open,â you announced.
âHi, love. How are we doing today?â Spencer inquired.
âBetter now that youâre here,â you looked up from your computer to give him a kiss.
âI brought you your fruit salad with extra watermelon and your prenatal vitamins. Also, I donât know how your stomach is feeling but I would like you to try to have some protein because fruit does not have much sustenance for you and little one. I brought tofu, peanut butter crackers, or a protein bar, whatever you think you can get down,â Spencer unloaded his bag.
âI finished the whole 64 ounce water bottle before noon. Arenât you proud of me, babe?â you beamed, proudly displaying your empty bottle.
âSo proud, Iâll go refill it right now so you can take your vitamins,â Spencer lifted your blouse up and placed a gentle kiss right on your belly button, âDaddy will be right back, little one.â
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You awoke to the sickly twisting feeling in your stomach and you carefully rose from the bed in an attempt to not upset your stomach any more.
Spencer was up and out of the bed as soon as he heard the first retch. He grabbed a hair elastic and tied your hair back, rubbing soothing circles on your back.
âSpence, I canât be sick today,â you cried.
âJo will understand, love. Iâll tell her you are taking care of little one.â
âI donât want to miss her first day of first grade,â you sobbed into his chest.
âI will facetime you and take so many videos and pictures, you wonât miss a thing,â he promised you.
âIâm going to call you out of work. Then, Iâm going to get you some tea, plain crackers, and iced water,â he kissed the top of your head.
âWill you be okay in here by yourself for a little?â he asked quietly.
You sniffled and nodded.
âOkay, shout if you need me. Iâm going to go get that stuff for you and wake Jo up.â
âI want to at least say bye to her. I want to see her in her first day outfit,â you insisted.
âOf course, weâll be back up in a little,â he assured you.
About 15 minutes later, Spencer returned with a tray of just about every drink and food you had been craving for the past week.
âI love you,â you smiled.
âI love you more,â he replied, setting the tray down on your nightstand.
âMommy, brother or sister is being bad?â Jo asked.
âNo, baby,â you motioned for her to climb up on the bed with you, âThey are just growing and it is making Mommy a little sick but itâs okay. Iâm sorry I canât drop you off with Daddy today. But luckily, I heard your new teacher is super nice and you have Henry in your class again this year.â
âBye, Mommy. Iâll miss you,â she hugged you, âBye, brother or sister,â she waved to your belly.
âBye, Baby J. I am expecting a full report on everything that happened as soon as you get home,â you smiled.
âIâll be back in 30,â Spencer helped Jo off the bed, looking at you worriedly.
âSpence, Iâll be fine, donât worry,â you assured him.
âCall me if anything happens like even if you just think youâre about to throw up, call me,â he insisted.
You nodded, âHave fun!â
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âThereâs my big first grader!â you smiled with open arms.
You were waiting on the couch for Jo and Spencer to come home from pick up time.
âMommy!â she ran into your arms, âMs. Moore is so nice. She let us color whatever we wanted for an hour during craft time today and she had a whole bin of dinosaur books in the library. And, me and Henry played on the big kid swings at recess today and I jumped off into the air!â she exclaimed.
âOh my gosh! What a fun day you had!â you smiled.
âAnd you didnât even hear the best news yet, Daddy signed up to be a classroom helper,â she beamed.
âDid he now?â you grinned, turning your attention to Spencer.
âMs. Moore had the sign-up sheet out at pick-up time. How can I resist spending more time with Jo? Iâm going to get lonely when both my girls are at work and school,â he plopped down on the couch and squeezed you both.
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You couldnât find a single cute blouse that still fit you that morning. You had to wear an ugly wrinkly gray one from the back of your closet that you bought a while back and hated but never got around to returning. You brushed through your hair quickly and forwent any makeup because you already felt like utter crap.
You would have called out sick but you had an important department meeting today that you had to sit through. Luckily, that meant little to no talking but you just had to pray that your stomach would settle.
At the end of the long day, you went home and changed into sweats. In an attempt to cheer yourself up, you drove to Joâs school to see Spencer in action. It was his first day as class assistant.
You approached the classroom to see Spencer surrounded by a group of moms. They were all over him, practically swarming him like bees to honey. These were the exact moms that were horrible to you last year. They were all dressed in high heels and skinny jeans, stuff you couldnât wear anymore.
You turned around and headed back out to the car.
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Spencer immediately noticed your car wasnât in the driveway when they got home.
âLove?â Spencer called out, setting his keys on the table when they entered the front door.
No response.
Spencer tried your cell but it rang out.
He immediately had Garcia on the phone next, âPenelope, I need you to track Y/N. Sheâs not home yet and not answering her cell and Iâm worried.â
âOh, McDonaldâs? Okay, yeah thanks. Thatâs been one of her cravings recently,â Spencer hung up the phone.
âWhy did Mommy leave school and now sheâs not here?â Jo questioned.
âMommy wasnât at school today, Princess. I think you are confused,â Spencer furrowed his brow.
âDaddy, I saw her,â Jo stated.
âOkay, I believe you,â he picked the little girl up and exited the house once again.
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You didnât want to be the crazy pregnant lady in a McDonaldâs crying with a chocolate milkshake and a large fry but that is who you had become.
You heard the bell chime but you didnât look up, dipping your next fry into your milkshake.
âLove, whatâs wrong?â
Spencer was standing over you, looking very concerned and carrying Jo on his hip.
He set her down and whispered, âHow about you go play in the play place for a little, Princess. Daddy will order you a happy meal.â
Jo looked at you with the same amount of concern in her eyes before deciding it was best to just follow what Spencer said. She ran off and Spencer took the seat across from you.
âDo you want to talk about it?â he spoke softly.
âNot particularly,â you took a long sip of your milkshake.
âJo said she saw you at the school today,â Spencer stated.
It didnât take a profiler to see the way your face sank even more and you stopped sipping your shake.
âWhat upset you so much, love? I need to know if Iâm going to fix it,â he grabbed your hand and kissed it.
âNothing fits,â you stated.
âWeâll buy you more maternity clothes,â he replied quickly.
âI look ugly,â you protested.
âCompletely and unequivocally false,â he answered sincerely.
âThose moms are going to steal you away from me,â another tear slid down your face.
Spencerâs face softened, he moved from the seat across from you to right next to you.
âYou are probably feeling some residual feelings of abandonment because you had to do this alone last time,â Spencer stated softly.
You buried your face into his shoulder as confirmation.
âLove, I am never leaving you or Jo or little one ever again. Thereâs nowhere else I want to be. This is what makes me happy,â Spencer looked around, âIâd gladly stay in this crusty McDonaldâs forever if you and Jo are here.â
Your giggle was muffled by his cardigan.
âThatâs what I like to hear,â Spencer smiled, wrapping his arms around you.
A/N: i named Joâs teacher âMs. Mooreâ as a little shoutout to @homoose !!! moore...moose, close enough. she was one of the writers who inspired me to start writing my own fics
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The Beginning.
The beginning of the fanfic with no name.Â
No warnings here. It is, after all, just the beginning!
Word Count: 1,276 (I told you this series would be long)
Mornings suck. We can all agree on that. However, we can probably also agree that mornings suck even harder after sleepless nights. Youâve been having a lot of those recently. Do you remember the feeling of anticipation right before a big vacation as a child? Or Christmas? Christmas Eve is the most difficult time to sleep. You used to lie in bed counting the hours in your head.Â
If I go to sleep now, do I think Mom and Dad will let me wake them up in 5 hours and start the festivities?!Â
The past week worth of nights have felt like that. That feeling when you are 100% assured something big and exciting in the morning, when the sleep, for a change, isnât relaxing, but an obstacle keeping you from the true prize. Youâd honestly like to give a shoutout to coffee for keeping you coherent recently. Itâs through the grace of God and Arabica that you even made it to this dreary Monday morning. Which, as you hope we can all agree on again, is the worst kind of Morning. But today, you donât even care. youâre awake, and it is Christmas morning, time to depart on your much awaited vacation, the day you win the lottery...whatever you want to call it. Either way, youâre done with the anticipatory sleepless nights today.
Even mornings here are warm. When your alarm clock goes off, thatâs the first thing you notice, rolling over. Well, shifting over. This tiny twin bed doesnât allow for a glamorous amount of room. Your body seems to be radiating heat already. The feeling of the humid air is what finally causes you to snap out of your sleepy stupor. You sit up in bed, wiping an embarrassing amount of drool off my chin. With a generous stretch, you swing my legs over the bed and sigh. The walk to the tiny bathroom in your tiny apartment is, if you can believe it, short. Once the shower begins to run, the small space is even more sweltering than your bed. Perhaps some people would take a cold shower to even out the weather, rather than complaining about the temperature as they make it worse, but not you. If anyone ever catches you taking a cold shower, send the ambulance. After all, this is a very important shower. Itâs a big day, and you want to make a good first impression. When you work this closely and hands-on with people, shaving your legs becomes a pretty high priority. With such a lengthy shower, you had certainly cooled off by the end. Hey, guess that means the size of the water heater compliments the rest of the loft! You towel off quickly, brush your teeth, and run a comb and some product through your hair and leave it to dry of its own accord. When the air is this thick, thereâs no sense in trying to tame the curly mane. While the Atlanta air saves you time on your hair, itâs the lengthy work day that cuts down the makeup time. A quick swipe of mascara and concealer will do, getting you out the door quicker too. Which is good, cause youâre already running late and, as previously mentioned, first impressions are everything.Â
Regardless of how late you am, you cannot skip coffee. So you throw on a pair of black leggings and a tank top, and race out the door. Starbucks, here you come. One trenta caramel macchiato later, and youâre feeling much more ready to face the day. We can pretend it was the block you jogged to the cafe and back, but we all know it was the unhealthy amount of caffeine. Trying to avoid rush hour traffic at this ungodly early hour, you begin my trek to the studio. Since itâs the beginning of production, today will be one of the easiest for you. Itâll begin with a script read through which, with the projected runtime of this film, will take a good bit, and then, after lunch, begin to work on some costuming, makeup, and fight choreography. You could not be more grateful for the scenery today. Though it is very fun to be on location, the air conditioning in the studio feels like kisses from heaven on this scorcher of a day.
People are already bustling around when you walk in the door.Â
Maybe I got the call times wrong.
You fret. Luckily, a quick swipe through your email assuages my fears. All these PAs must be eager to impress. Weaving through the masses, you make it to a much calmer room. Itâs fairly plain, just tables, chairs and scripts, but then you notice the bagel spread against the wall. You love a good bagel. So, you grab yourself breakfast and take your seat, facing the open âUâ the tables create. Only a few of the talent are here yet, sitting calmly in front of their nameplates, quietly reading through their scripts for what you are sure is the millionth time. By the time production makes it to this stage, most actors have their lines almost completely memorized. And with the quality of actors on this film, youâd be willing to bet your tiny apartment, for all itâs worth, that most of them would only use their printed scripts to make notes, not to read.
Though youâve never worked with this cast before, a quick scan of the room confirms that those present are who you would assume the usual âearly birdsâ are. Anthony Mackie sits calmly, although he isnât reading his script like the others. Just staring at his phone. From the looks of his finger swiping...playing Tetris? Scarlett Johannson, however, is trained on her lines, her lips moving slightly as she runs through them. A laugh draws your eyes to the last two people at the tables. Mark Ruffalo smiles, script forgotten as his costar tells him what you have to surmise is a hilarious story. His eyes meet yours and he offers a slight wave of his hand. You smile and wave your fingers back. Chris Evans, his conversation partner, turns over his shoulder to meet your eyes as well, a smile lifting the corner of his lips.
You smile at him as well, with, youâll admit it, a bit more heat on your cheeks than could be attributed to the Georgia humidity outside. Because, come on, weâve all seen the man! He shifts back around, continuing his chat with Mark. You turn to your phone, people filtering into the room steadily now, deciding to spend the next few minutes responding to emails. When you look up next, the table is full, Robert Downey Jr, Sebastian Stan, Chris Hemsworth, and Jeremy Renner having joined the fray. Clearly, with a Marvel project, itâs nearly impossible to have the entire universe in the same room, so this script read will only feature the original six, plus Mackie and Sebastian, of course. The rest of the parts will be read by production staff. As the last stragglers file into the reading, Anthony Russo stands to address the room. With some passing comments about how important this film is to bring the MCUâs Phase 3 to a head, and jokes about the professionalism of his beloved cast, You settle into your seat as Russo begins by reading the movieâs title, âAvengers: Infinity Warâ.Â
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Department One: Apparel And Jewelry
What are you wearing today? Just a white duster dress. Very loungewear-y, hahaha. I didnât feel like wearing shorts today.
What does your favorite shirt look like? At the moment Iâm obsessed with my Vante shirt. Itâs fanmade but it was made tastefully; the designs arenât too loud and I love the cute little shoutouts and tributes to his past paintings, so it had been a ridiculously easy decision for me to want to buy it.
What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing? Eh I donât really have a preference as long as I donât find them uncomfy.
What are your favorite kind of jeans? Iâm definitely still stuck in my mom jeans phase. Idk man, I just love how they match nearly all kinds of tops.
What do the last pair of shoes you wore look like? They were adidas sneakers. Not a big fan of chunky shoes but itâs an Ivy Park and it was on a big discount HAHAHA so I didnât hesitate to get them.
How many shoes do you own? A little more than 10. I love shoes and wanna collect them someday...just not today, hahaha.
How much jewelry do you own? Not too big on jewelry; most, if not all the ones I wear are just borrowed from my mom since we share the same style anyway.
Do you own any real diamonds or other expensive jewelry? Yeah, the ones I would borrow from my mom are pretty pricey.
Has anyone ever gave you jewelry as a present? Yes, I received rings and necklaces from my ex. One of my aunts also gave me a necklace when I turned 7.
Do you like diamonds or gemstones better? I just stick with diamonds...which is...also a gemstone too, if Iâm not mistaken.
Silver or gold? Silver.
Department Two: Electronics
Do you have a DVD player in your car? Not in mine, but we do have one in the family car. I used to watch movies on there often but after one grueling road trip where my motion sickness acted up, I havenât wanted to use it since.
If you have one, what does your camera/camcorder look like? I just use the camera in my phone but back in the day I used to have a DSLR; that was when I thought I wanted to take up photography, heh. It was a Nikon D3100.
How much did it cost? Iâm not sure since my dad gave it to me as a present, but a quick search told me it wouldâve cost him around P20,000 which issssss wow more expensive than I thought.
What kind of cellphone do you have? I have an iPhone 8 with an LCD screen thatâs deteriorating by the day HAHA. I really need to get a new phone.
How often do you send texts? I text just for work purposes now, so it really depends on how busy my accounts are. Some days would require me to send out more texts than usual.
Do you have your own computer or does your family share? I have my own laptop. My workplace also provided me with whatâs supposed to be my work laptop, but they had it sent to me when I was already a couple of months into my job and all my needed files and programs were already in my personal laptop. Since I was too lazy to start everything all over again, Iâve never actually used the work laptop haha.
How many computers are in your house? We have three laptops in total - my siblings and I each have our own. Kind of a necessity these days.
Do you still have a VCR? I donât think so.
How many DVDs do you own? We probably have around 30-50 but most of them are movies from like the 2000s that we just havenât thrown out. Personally, I have about five DVDs of old films like Gone with the Wind, Rebel Without A Cause, Breakfast at Tiffanyâs, etc, and recently Iâve been buying BTS merch so DVDs are part of that mix too.
Does your car have a GPS? No. I use Waze on my phone instead.
What kind of iPod/MP3 player do you have? Havenât used an iPod in like a literal decade. I use Spotify for my music.
How many songs are on it? Spotify doesnât work that way since itâs technically a database of songs.
What size is your TV? Never bothered to ask/check.
How many TVs are in your house? Four. Living room, dining room, master bedroom, my brotherâs room.
What video game systems do you have? We have a PS3 and PS4.Â
What about handhelds? Switch. I believe my sister also still has her DSi stored somewhere.
How many video games do you have? Probably somewhere around 50-60. My dad and brother are content with repeating their games lol.
Department Three: Home
What kind of shampoo do you use? Itâs a Dove variant but Iâm just blanking out on the specific name/what it does.
Soap or shower gel? Shower gel.
What does your comforter look like? Itâs pretty colorful and has geometric shapes and lines.
Does it match your pillows? Yep, they come in a set.
What size is your bed? Twin.
Do you or your parents like to decorate the house with various things or is it plain? My mom puts considerable effort in decorating the house but itâs nothing overboard that it feels tacky. Thereâs enough decor in enough spaces.
Does the furniture in your house match? Sure. I imagine my mom would be very irritated if she felt something was uncoordinated at home.
What does your couch look like? Itâs a gray L-shaped couch. Gabie broke a portion of the couchâs springs when it had only spent its like first two weeks at home but surprisingly my mom has not noticed it yet; probably because she barely sits on that side.
How many does your dining room/kitchen table seat? It has six chairs, though since weâre five one of the chairs is almost always unoccupied.
Do you have any fancy china? No, my mom isnât the type to collect those.
Do you have outside furniture? Yeah we have a table and chairs up on the rooftop, if they count.
What do your curtains look like? My siblings and I have pull-down blinds. The other rooms have these pulled-back gold curtains thatâs accompanied by white sheers.
Department Four: Grocery
What kind of bread do you get? Sliced white bread, always. Sometimes my mom will pick up pan de sal, but she gets those from a certain bakery and no longer the grocery.
What is your favorite kind of cake? CHEEEEEEEEEESECAAAAAAAKE.
Do you get a lot of sweets from the grocery store? Eh, nah. Not a big fan of sweets.
What kind of soda is your favorite? Donât like soda.
Do you drink juice? What kind? I can take it or leave it. I wouldnât buy it for myself.
What is your favorite chewing gum? Doesnât matter to me. The flavors last for only like a minute anyway.
Do you usually get candy from the check-out aisle? Nah. Those are far more accessible so who knows who couldâve touched or tampered with them. Plus, I mentioned I donât like sweets.
What is your favorite soup? Miso or cream of mushroom.
Have you ever had soup when you were sick? No. I donât enjoy hot beverages/liquids very much so I doubt I would feel comfort from soup when Iâm sick.
What are your favorite canned vegetables? Not sure if itâs a cultural difference thing but canned vegetables kind of sound gross and I donât think Iâve encountered those (I actually had to look it up lol). My parents always buy fruits and veggies as is.
What do you eat for breakfast? Fried rice is a constant but my mom switches up the set of viands every time. Some of the meals she serves would be hotdogs, eggs (either scrambled, omelette, fried, or sunny-side up), corned beef, dried fish, hashbrowns, luncheon meat, tapa, and Vienna sausages. Poptarts or toaster strudels? Poptarts. Iâve never had toaster strudel and Iâm honestly not sure what that is.
What salad dressing do you prefer? Spicy mayo.
Ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard? MAYONNAISE. I can live without the other two.
What kind of cookie do you like best? I only ever eat chocolate chip.
What kind of snacks do you get at the grocery store? Salted egg chips or Pringles. Not a big fan of snacks either. This survey is making me realize Iâm way more into full meals than anything else.
Do you get the meat from the deli? Er, we donât have delis here. Too fancy a concept lmao. If we have them, they are most likely in those extremely upscale, boujee neighborhoods.
What is your favorite frozen dinner? I mean my dad buys frozen meat, fish, etc, but the frozen dinner sets that I see in American culture, which Iâm guessing is whatâs being referred to in this question, are not common here.
Do you prefer frozen dinners to actual cooking? I honestly canât imagine how itâs filling, but then again Iâve never tried it. Personally, food made from scratch is still the best.
What is your favorite kind of pasta? Fettuccine.
Do you eat meat? And if not, do you eat vegetarian meat? Yes, I eat meat. I get vegan options if theyâre accessible and affordable, but those choices are hard to come by here.
What is your favorite fruit? Avocado is really the only one Iâll give a pass to. Everything else tastes horrible.
What about vegetable? Broccoli, bell peppers, green beans.
Department Five: Health And Beauty
What kind of makeup do you normally use? None. If I absolutely have to put on makeup, I will begrudgingly put on foundation, maybe some eyeliner, and lip gloss. And they will all most likely be borrowed from my sister.
Do you wear more makeup on special events? Not necessarily.
What is your favorite makeup brand? I wouldnât be the right person to ask because I would just say none of them.
Do you use any acne products? Mmm no, I just splash water on my face, really. I actually got into a conversation about skincare with my co-workers yesterday and besides the usual shocked experessions I get when people find out I donât use products, they recommended I at least get moisturizer and sunscreen. Idk, letâs see but historically itâs been hard to convince me to invest in skincare haha.
What kind of perfume do you use? I have one of BeyoncĂ©âs perfumes, Heat Rush. I donât actually know if thatâs still in production but itâs been my staple for like a decade or so now.
Have you ever been on a diet? No. I never really had to be on one.
What products do you use in your hair? Shampoo and conditioner.
How often do you brush your hair? Only when I have to leave the house or have an important virtual work meeting.
What do you take when you have an upset stomach? Nothing. The toilet usually solves that for me lol.
Do you take any prescription medicine? Nope.
Department Six: Movies, Music, And Books
What is your favorite movie of all time? Itâs been Two for the Road for a solid nine years and it doesnât look like anythingâs on its way to dethroning it anytime soon.
What genre of movie do like best? Drama. The more realistic it is, the better.
What was the last movie you watched? Itâs a Korean film called Be With You. I liked it and I cried waterfalls, but the ending was so rushed it was kind of disappointing.
What was the last movie you purchased? I donât buy movies. If I wanted to see a film Iâll check if Netflix has it, then if they donât I just try to scour one of those illegal movie streaming sites that always happen to have thousands of pornographic ads hahaha.
What is your all time favorite band? Paramore. Do you still buy CDs? Only from artists Iâm an extremely huge fan of. Right now that would be BTS, so Iâm catching up on all the albums theyâve released in the last eight years.
What was the last CD you bought? I got the Butter album set, if that counts. If it doesnât, the last full-length album I purchased was Dark & Wild.
What was the last song you listened to? I think it was Permission To Dance.
What is your favorite book? I havenât found it yet.
Do you even like reading? I used to love it a lot more, to the point that back in grade school I was known as always having a book in my hand. I just donât know where that passion went.
How often do you read? Nearly never. I mean...I do read fanfics, I guess; but I wonât count those.
Department Seven: Sports And Fitness
Do you own a bike/scooter/skateboard/etc.? We do have a bike at home, but that doesnât mean I know how to ride it. We donât have the other two.
How old were you when you learned to ride a bike w/o training wheels? I still donât know how to last on a bike without training wheels heheh.
Have you ever been camping? Nah.
How often do you work out? Nope but at work my boss just started another fitness challenge, so Iâll probably have to get back on working out soon just because I would want to accomplish the challenge.
Are you in good shape? Sure, I think so. Iâm not like fit fit because I neveeer exercise haha, but I also donât make it a point to constantly eat unhealthy foods or have an unhealthy lifestyle to the point that it affects my body.
Do you go to a gym? I do not. I thought of getting a membership at the start of the year but Iâm glad I didnât push through with it because all the gyms are still closed anyway.
Have you ever been fishing? No. Idk if itâs my kind of pastime or not.
Have you ever been on a boat? Yeah. My country has like 7000 islands so I was bound to get on a boat at some point in my life haha.
Can you play golf? Never seemed interesting to me so no. Even on Wii Sports I barely picked golf.
Ever rode on a golf cart? Yeah, in resorts where we had to ride them to be taken to our room.
Would you ever go hunting? Thatâs an easy no.
What is your favorite sport? Pro wrestling or table tennis.
Ever played on a sports team? No, my school didnât have a table tennis varsity.
Department Eight: Toys
What was your favorite toy as a child? Cash registers because I liked the buttons. Also Play-Doh sets that had those contraptions that would squirt out the clay in various shapes.
Do you still play with toys? Well, no.
Do you collect any toys? I donât, but Iâm not opposed to start buying Funko Pop figurines of people or characters Iâm interested in.
Did you ever have building blocks? Sure, but I was never creative enough for them.
Did you play with dolls? No.
Barbies or Bratz? Which were better? BRATZZZZZZ
What is your favorite board game? Scrabble.
Do you like to do arts and crafts? Hell no.
Do you think that kids now have it better than when you were young? For sure, but isnât that kind of the goal?
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(Also sorry you are working on sads and feel blegh) maybe Rain is too "mundain" as far as prompts. 5? 7? 8? Any of those sound fun? đ
5. Typed kisses.
7. Kisses after decades apart.
8. Kisses after dark.
Birdy, bc I love you, Iâm going to try to do all of these haha.
(Shoutout to @adamarksâ for looking this over to make sure I wasnât going insane.)
(1:35):Â Good morning!Â
(1:35):Â Snow, itâs 1 in the morning.Â
(1:36):Â Why are you messaging me?
(1:36):Â Itâs 7:30 here.
(1:36):Â Itâs still morning, though. So my original text stands.Â
(1:37):Â Good morning, Snow.Â
(1:37):đ đÂ
(1:38):Â XO.Â
Day 2:
(10:03):Â Let me know how your appointment goes.Â
(10:03): XO.
(10:04): My what?
(10:04): Your check-up.
(11:05): You forgot about it, didnât you?
(11:10): Iâm here, I donât know what youâre talking about, Baz.Â
(11:12): Youâre an idiot, Snow.
(11:12): đ đ love you.
(11:13): I love you too, XO.Â
Day 3:
(15:03): Do you think the milk is still good?
(15:04): When did it go bad?
(15:05): It says it went bad a few days ago.
(15:06): But the date says best byâŠ
(15:06): So it just means it isnât at its BEST right?
(15:07): How does it smell?
(15:07): Not good.
(15:08): Then donât drink it.
(15:09): What if I just donât know how milk is supposed to smell? How often do I really smell milk?
(15:10): Snow, just get more milk. I think we can spare the money it costs.
(15:10): But Iâve already started cooking.Â
(15:12): Iâm just going to try anyway.Â
(15:12): Itâll be cooked anyway, right?
(15:13): I want it known I believe this to be a bad idea.Â
(15:14): You also said that subscribing to three different butter services was âunnecessary and excessiveâ
(15:15): I stand by that, Snow.Â
(15:15): How can one person eat that much butter each month?
(15:16): I canât believe you would doubt my abilities like this.Â
(15:16): I thought we were in a loving and supportive relationship.Â
(15:17): I love you and support your health.
(15:17): Which means cutting back on butter sometimes, darling.
(15:20): Iâm going to use the milk.Â
(15:22): I wish you the best.
(15:22): đ đ
(15:23): XO.Â
Day 5:
(7:40): How is your stomach?
(7:45): Better.
(7:45): I told you to buy new milk.Â
(7:47): I think there is a stomach bug going around.
(7:47): Probably that.
(7:49): Sure, Snow.
(7:49): Thatâs why you spent yesterday regurgitating the entire contents of your stomach.
(7:50): Yes, it is.
(7:52): Have a good day.
(7:52): I miss you.
(7:52): đ đ
(7:55): I miss you too.
(7:55): XO.
Day 8:
(20:46): The people above us are pounding it out again.
(20:47): Earplugs are in my bedside drawer.
(20:47): If you were here Iâd just try to compete.
(20:48): You certainly would not.
(20:50): I bet we could beat them.
(20:52): Come on, Baz, I know youâve got a competitive streak. Donât let Richard and Shelly show us up.
(20:53): Youâve got two hands, Snow. Iâm sure you could manage something.
(20:54): Oh? Good idea.
(20:54): Talk later.
(20:55): đ đ
(20:57): I regret so much about this conversation.
(20:57): XO.
Day 13:
(14:05): YOU COME BACK TOMORROW!
(14:07): Please stop yelling at me.
(14:07): But yes, I do.Â
(14:08): đ đ đ
(14:09): I love you.
(14:14): I love you too.
(14:15): Can we facetime?
(14:15): In a couple of hours, Snow.
(14:15): Iâve got one more meeting.
(14:16): đ
(14:16): Alright.
(14:17): XO.
(14:18): đ đ
Day 14
I get through security. Itâs always a painful even, especially in America. Have to practically strip just to stand in a machine that tells everyone what Iâve already known.Â
No gun here the machine says with a green light and a beep.
As if Iâd need one.Â
Itâs been delayed several hours for a reason Iâve yet to figure out. The weather looks clear, planes are moving in and out. People on other flights are still departing on time.Â
The only reasonable explanation Iâve come up with is the airline is incompetent.Â
âSnow,â I say, putting a finger in my right ear, trying to ignore the man screaming at the poor help desk person. âI may not be back until tomorrow.â
I look at the clock. Even if we left now I wouldnât get home until midnight.
âWhat? Why?â He asks. His voice sounds frantic.
I hate worrying him.
âThis airline work flew me through is set upon ruining my life,â I growl under my breath.Â
The service representatives have been berated enough, they donât need me coming after them as well. (Even if I want to.)
(Crowley do I want to.)
âRight now it doesnât have us leaving for another two hours, so at earliest I wonât be home until 3 in the morning. With the trend of how this has been going, I wonât be surprised if it gets canceled altogether.â
He huffs.
âI miss you.â
It comes out as a whisper, any quieter, and I would have missed it.
Itâs not that heâs ashamed of saying it. Weâve said it a lot over the past two weeks.
Heâs sad. I am too. I was supposed to be home by dinner. We were going to order takeaway and watch a movie, kiss and makeup for lost time.
Ignore all responsibilities of the world around us for the evening.Â
âI miss you too.â I face the large windows, looking at planes that arenât mine leaving the runway.Â
The blasted airport is under construction too. Everyone said to fly in and out of La Guardia because it is easier, but Iâm wondering if I should have taken JFK.Â
âIâll be home as soon as I can.â
âYou better. Preferably before I drink more spoiled milk.â
âStay away from all dairy products until I return,â I chuckle into the phone.Â
An announcement comes over the intercom.
âTheyâre announcing another delay, Iâm sure,â I groan. âIâll send you a text.â
âI love you,â he says from the other side.
âI love you too,â I respond, ending the call and slipping it into my pocket.Â
(14:36): I hope you get home soon.
(14:36): Threaten to suck their blood, or something.
(14:36): Iâm sure that would work.
(14:36): đ đ.
(14:37): Youâre an idiot, Snow.
(14:37): XO.
Day 15, 4:16
I turn my key in the door, trying to quietly walk into the flat. My suitcase softly rolls against the wood behind me as I pull it in, letting it sit next to the door.
Unpacking can happen after I get at least fourteen hours of sleep.Â
I place a brown paper sack of scones on the kitchen table.
I couldnât resist. The shop next to us had just opened, and I knew it would make him smile.Â
I continue down the hallway, stopping only to take a piss.
In our room, still blanketed in darkness apart from the street lights coming from the road beside us, Simon softly snores.Â
He still sleeps on his side of the bed while Iâm away. It makes my heart feel softer than Iâd like to admit.Â
One hand rests next to his head, his wings spread out across the bed.
I change clothes, relieving myself of all the feelings of travel before softly lifting a wing to get under the blanket and allow him to cover me again.
I donât have long to process the fact that Iâm with him again before I feel something wrap around my calf.Â
I pause for a moment before I remember.
The tail.
He is, for all I can tell, still asleep. Meaning itâs recognized Iâm here and is saying hello in its own way.
I rub it softly with my other foot.
It dislikes not getting attention, you see.
Simonâs mouth is open as he breathes deeply. I think his pillow is a little wet.
Iâd call it disgusting (it is, truly), but I missed him so much that I canât help but smile.
I risk moving closer and kiss his cheek softly, trying not to wake him up.
I know he hasnât slept well without me.
(I havenât either, without him.)
Side effect of sleeping for so many years in that tower. We both got dreadfully used to hearing the other breathe, the way we each navigated and slept.
At this point, I think even his snoring lulls me to sleep.
(I still complain about it, however.)
An arm wraps behind my back and pulls me close.
He takes a deep breath, and when I pull back I see one eye open.
âHey there,â he says, voice hoarse with sleep.Â
âYour breath smells.â I lean in, kissing his forehead.Â
âWell your hair is greasy,â he replies, pulling me into a kiss, his hand moving to my hair.Â
âYou donât seem to mind it.â
He hums in response.
I pull him tighter. I need to feel this. Everything.Â
His lips.
His hands.
His chest against mine.
âAnd you donât seem to mind the morning breath,â he states, smiling at me as we break for a moment.
I open my mouth to retort but he puts a finger to my lips, shushing me.
âNo talking, only kissing,â he whispers. âIâve not kissed my fiancĂ© in decades.â
He leans in but I pull back for a moment.
âItâs been two weeks, Snow.â
âDecades,â he states matter of factly. âEach day was like five years passed. Itâs been 70 years. Iâve gone grey and wrinkly, waiting for you to return.â
I laugh, being shut up briefly by another round of kisses.
I should sleep.
But this is so much better than sleeping.Â
I feel something wet hit my cheek.
Backing up, worried there is a leak from the ceiling, I realize why.Â
Itâs Simon.
âLove,â I say.
Whatâs wrong?
âItâs fine; itâs fine,â he says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. âIâm just tired, and I missed you.â
Another tear drops from one of his eyes, and I brush it away with my thumb.
I open my mouth to say a response, to comfort, but I feel a stinging in my own eyes.
(My eyes have been open for too long, you see. Couldnât sleep on the plane. Iâve been up far too long to be able to control any tears that fall.)
I lean in to kiss him again.
We kiss, and kiss, and keep kissing. Hands roam, trying to remind our brains of what it feels like to have each other again.Â
It was dark when we started, but soon an orange haze comes over the room as the sun rises.
The tears start, stop, start again.
Laughter rings out a few times.
âYou did WHAT to our oven??â I shout at one point.Â
He lays now with his head on my chest. My eyes are closed, fingers scratching his head lightly.
His hand is softly rubbing my stomach.
âWait,â Simon says, jumping up and looking at me.
I blink a few times, trying to fight off the sleep that was about to overcome me.
âDid you get?â He asks, question incomplete.
I search his eyes for a moment, frowning, trying to comprehend before I realize what he is saying.
âYes, they are on the table,â I laugh softly.
He jumps up and starts to go to the door.Â
He pauses, looking back at me, clearly wracking his brain with a question.Â
âWe can eat them in bed,â I say, knowing where his mind is trying to go.Â
He smiles and continues his run to the kitchen.
I look out the window and see the sun hit the windows of nearby buildings.
Itâs good to be home.
#snowverylost#carry on#simon snow#baz pitch#snowbaz#Caity does fanfiction#I hope you like this!#Me#Trying To Do A Text Fic#lol#<3 you birdy
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shoutout to the costuming and makeup departments for realistically and subtly aging dani and jamie up throughout their segment of episode 9 it blows me away every time
Okay but what kills me is that it doesnât look like Dani is aging. At least, not as much as Jamie. Sheâs in 90s clothes and early 00s hair, but there isnât really any line work or gray involved. And that leads me to wonder if my eyes are just crap, or if having the Lady inside has rendered her somewhat stagnant. Which would play so well with the idea of her slowly being untethered from her life over time. Not forgetting, but being forced to walk in place while Jamie slowly gets further and further ahead and has to actively work to come back and pull her forward.
#the haunting of bly manor#the haunting of bly manor spoilers#the haunting of meta#dani x jamie#in my mind this is some of why Dani gets more testy over time too#more prone to silently smoking and quietly stewing on her feelings while her loved ones talk candidly#because she knows she should be aging and moving forward and sheâs just...stuck#in a state of quiet reflection unable to evolve
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Somebody To You: 17
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A/N: A MASSIVE shoutout and credit to this dream of a person, @nnevrmindâ, who not only gave me ALL of the information on Rome and the historical significance of the places mentioned (and also made me want to visit Rome even MORE now), but also inspired a large chunk of this chapter and upcoming chapters. Youâre an actual angel and Iâm SOOO appreciative of you reaching out and helping me with this! Thank you thank you thank you!! :) <3Â
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Sleep had never been so comfortable before, which was unheard of for Zoey when she was in a bed that was not her own. She almost thought the whole trip to Italy was a dream. But as she stretched and fluttered her eyes open, a smile spread across her face, looking passed the white canopy that surrounded her bed through the window that overlooked the beautiful acreage of property that the sun shone down on. She wished that she could blink and have this image ingrained in her mind forever.Â
Zoeyâs phone had automatically adjusted to Rome time, seeing that it was only 7 AM. Her hair had dried after last nightâs shower, so she put it in a simple low messy bun, pulling strands of hair out to frame her face and heading downstairs to see if anyone else had woken up yet, deciding not to change or put makeup on as she didnât know the plans for today.Â
The first person she ran into was Nancy whoâs voluminous curly dark hair was messy and diffused on her head. She sat cross-legged on a barstool at the kitchen island, still in her pajamas, eating a bowl of fruits.
âItâs early,â was all she managed, the sleep in her voice still evident.
Zoey snorted out a âmorning,â when she heard smacking of feet against the tile behind her.
Harry came into view, grinning. His puffy eyes and cheeks made him look five years younger as his deep, raspy voice greeted them, followed by, âI thought I heard someone leave their room. I didnât want to be the only one up. Coffee?â he offered.
âPlease,â she nodded, allowing him to pass.
Zoey decided to step out onto the back terrace and take a seat at the couches by the firepit that was now laden with ash from last nightâs fire. The view was incredible. Itâs no wonder Italy is considered one of the most beautiful countries in the world. She couldnât imagine ever getting bored with this. Harry had disrupted her thoughts, stepping out of the french doors that lead onto the stone slab and carefully making his way over with two mugs in hand.Â
âThank you,â she grinned, taking hers and wrapping her hands around it while he sat beside her.Â
Harry nodded, placing his arm on the armrest and looking out at the garden, âIncredible, right?â
âI canât believe people get to live here.â
He nodded, âThatâs why itâs one of my favorite places to visit. Never gets old.â
Itâs like he could read her mind. Why did he have to do that? Why did he have to make it so hard not to like him? Couldnât he just be a creepy weirdo like most of the guys she knew? She turned to him, trying to force the thoughts away, and smiled, âYou picked an amazing place to stay at. Thank you. It really is beautiful here. All the artwork and old detailing in the house. It makes you wonder how old it is and who all lived here.â
âWell, I had to make sure I picked a place with character,â Harry smirked, âCouldnât have you come out here and stay at a place like my house in LA.â
She chuckled, only lightly checking his shoulder so as not to make him spill his coffee, âWell, at least I know youâve got good taste.â
âIn some things, I guess,â he turned to her, âIâm alright in vacations and music. Not so great in the girl department, am I?â
Zoey shrugged, âI donât know. I think youâre pretty good at picking them. Youâre just not good at the follow-through.â
âHow has she been?â
Zoey knew he meant Aurora. And her heart panged a little thinking he might still have feelings for her. She had noticed the occasional glances between each other last night, and although she wasnât worried that Rory might make a move, Zoey couldnât help but wonder if there was still a spark between them or if they regret ending things. Still, he didnât know about Aurora and Brett, and sheâd rather he found out by her than in passing in case he did still care for Aurora and was hurt by being caught off guard.
âShe seems alright. Brett asked her to be his girlfriend.â
âOh. So theyâre dating?â Harry asked, earning a nod from Zoey.Â
Her eyes lingered on him, unblinking, waiting for a reaction. And hearing those words hurt, but not because Rory was taken now. He was happy for her, genuinely. But it hurt because it was so easy for someone else to do what he couldnât seem to do. It took no time at all for Brett to figure out that he liked Aurora enough to make it official. This wasnât the first time this has happened to Harry. In fact, there were several instances where Harry was too afraid to commit that he got beat out by someone else. When would he learn?
Harry nodded, âGood for them. He seems alright.â
Zoey snorted, rolling her eyes, âJust last week you were calling him a...what was it? Little bitch?â
Harry smirked, taking a sip of his still-hot coffee, âI was in a bad mood.â
âUh-huh.â
âBesides,â Harry shrugged, looking out at the view again, âMaybe the guys are right. Maybe I need to branch out more. I always go after the same type of girls. Maybe I should see what else is out there. Try something new.â
âUh...hello? Iâve been saying that, too! I mean, thereâs no shame in going after the same kind of girls. You like what you like. But it doesnât hurt to venture. Iâve found it to be fun.â
âYeah, I know all the fun youâve had! Mamaâs boys, virgins, and guys that are stuck on their exes. Tell me again how venturing has been doing for you?â Harry teased.
âNot fair. Just because I havenât had any luck doesnât mean I havenât had fun doing it. Plus, Iâve gotten free food out of it, so itâs not all a loss.â
Harry laughed before turning to look at her, a smile hidden behind her coffee mug as she took a gentle sip, looking back out at the fields. The sun made her navy eyes look brighter and gave her a skin a soft glow. She brushed the strands of hair that framed her face out of the way and turned to look at him with a hesitant grin when she noticed he was already looking at her.Â
âWhat?â she asked, self consciously.
Harry shook his head, trying his best to sound flippant, âNothing. Just thinking about how my friends keep joking around saying I should date you.â
He noticed Zoeyâs cheeks began to blush as she forced a laugh, sarcastically saying, âCould you imagine? Talk about not your type.â
Harry let out a chuckle, a little staggered by how put-off she sounded, âIsnât that the point? To date someone whoâs not my type?â
Zoey paused, staring at him, her eyebrows starting to furrow as she stuttered, âWait, Iâm confused. Are you asking me to go on a date with you?â
His heart started pounding nervously and a hole formed in the pit of his stomach when he thought he noticed a hint of discomfort in her face. Quickly he stammered, âNo! No thatâd be weird. I was just saying...nevermind.â
âWell, damn, you didnât have to sound so disgusted,â she chuntered.
âNo, Iâm not disgusted. Itâs just-â he rambled before noticing the amused smile on her face and realized she was joking. They both let out a laugh and Harry relaxed saying, âWe should wake everyone up. We need to get going soon.â
The two recruited Nancy to help, and as they attempted to wake Andy, Aurora, and Katie, Harry couldnât help but replay their conversation over and over in his head. Was she weirded out at the idea of them dating? Was that really an expression of discomfort on her face or was it something else? He couldnât recall hearing a tone of annoyance. Maybe she wasnât completely uninterested.Â
What if they did go on a date and it turned out to be awkward or bad? Would it ruin their friendship? He didnât think he could handle losing her. But what if it went well? What if it was the best date heâs ever been on? What if they actually started dating? Heâd always wanted to bring her back home to England one day to meet his friends and family. What if he introduced her as his girlfriend? Surely he wouldnât hear the end of it from his friends. He could hear the endless amounts of âI told you soâ now.Â
No, he couldnât. Thatâs too weird. Theyâre best friends. Besides, he practically dated her roommate who is here with them now. Even if Aurora is dating Brett now, how weird would it be to hook up with Zoey on this trip with his ex-fling only feet away? Pretty fucked up.
Over a quick breakfast, Harry explained the plans. He had hired a guide to take them on a tour around Rome for the day. It would be as private as they could manage, as the company was made aware that Harry would be there and they did their best to arrange accommodations so that he could be in attendance without worrying about being hounded, though there was only so much they could do with high-tourist attractions, especially outdoors. He had explained to them to make sure they wore clothes that covered their shoulders and knees in case they visited any holy places to show respect and to make sure they wore comfortable shoes.Â
As soon as everyone had finished getting dressed, they all piled into the SUV and headed towards the colosseum where they were lucky enough to find a car park nearby. The group walked the rest of the way, Harry walking in the lead with Nancy while Aurora talked to Katie, and Andy and Zoey linked arms together in the back. They circled the Colosseum until Harry saw a tall, tanned, long, dark-haired man wearing a red lanyard, his muscles popping through his tight, light blue button-up.Â
âPlease tell me thatâs our tour guide,â Andy muttered, looking him up and down, causing the girls to laugh.
âBuongiorno!â the man called out, shaking hands with Harry first, before greeting everyone else. âCiao. Itâs so nice to meet you all. My name is Marco,â he introduced himself before getting everyone elseâs name, âI hear youâve come to Italy to celebrate someoneâs birthday?â Everyone turned to Zoey, pulling her forward and she blushed at the attention. Marco smiled and she got a good look at his perfect teeth and beautiful brown eyes as he said, âAh, Zoey, right? When is your birthday?â
âTomorrow,â she said, holding his gaze.Â
He lowered his voice, a slight smirk appearing on his face, âWell, happy almost birthday to you, then. You stay by me while I show you around. Front row seat to the show,â he winked, earning a smile and a nod from Zoey. If Jess were here to see this sheâd shit her pants.
As Marco explained the process of the tour to the group, Zoey caught Andyâs eyes who mouthed, âOH MY GOD!â to which Zoey mouthed back, âI KNOW!â making her little sister giggle.
Eventually they followed Marco, with Zoey by his side, past a long line of waiting people and into the colosseum where he told them all about its history as an amphitheater that not only held gladiator and wild animal fights but also could be filled with water to hold mock naval battles.
Marco talked with such passion and enthusiasm that it was hard not to be interested. Harry snuck a peek at Zoey as they roamed and smiled as she scanned all around with such wonder. He could tell she was really taking in the scene and the information, completely invested in learning more about the history.Â
It wasnât until they were finishing up at the colosseum when someone had recognized Harry. He gave a quick grin and waved at the passing girl, ducking his head a little more as they made their way on over to the Forum, which was just next door. Marco did his best to inform them of the old marketplace, but the group became increasingly more interested in the Italian tour guide, interrupting frequently to ask more about himself, which he didnât seem to mind. In fact, he seemed to get enjoyment out of it.Â
âPlease tell us youâre single, Marco,â Andy boldly said, looking him up and down behind his glasses that sat perched on the tip of his nose.
Marco laughed and nodded, âYes, I am single. What about you all? Has anyone here found their soulmate?â
Harry felt a nervous pit in his stomach when Zoey snapped her attention to him with a playful wink and he jokingly rolled his eyes at her before Nancy spoke, âOh, honey. We can all be single if you want us to be.â
To which Rory coughed, âExcept me. Iâm the only one taken.â
âYou have your pick,â Andy flirted.
âWe donât pick women here in Italy,â Marco laughed again and side-eyed Zoey before turning to her and saying, âbut maybe the birthday girl was brought here for a reason.â
Harry watched as Zoeyâs eyes widened, blushing, and trying to hide a smile while her friends all whistled at them. Annoyance began to sink in. Why was it that Zoey was always getting hit on? Zoey hardly said a word outside of asking more information on the history of the ancient architecture they visited, why the interest in her? Nancy was practically a model in her own right and Marco clearly got a kick out of her considering the number of times she made him laugh throughout the tour so far. Couldnât he have gone for her?
âWhatâs next on our stop?â Harry interrupted, changing the subject.
As they made their ten-minute walk to the Trevi Fountain, their last stop before lunch, Katie and Zoey held hands, talking inaudibly with Marco while Andy and Nancy were behind them confessing their attraction towards their tour guide. Harry and Rory dragged in the back, trying their best to avoid eye contact with passerbyâs in case anyone noticed them.
âThink sheâll get his number before we leave?â Rory whispered to him, nodding towards Zoey.
Harry shrugged, âDoubt it. Weâre only here for the week.â
âI donât know. You know her, wanting to be more adventurous and all that. Whatâs more adventurous than a fling with a hot Italian guy?â
âSkydiving,â Harry said simply.
Aurora laughed, looking over at Harry. But when she noticed he wasnât joking, her smile faltered, eyeing him a little longer than usual before shaking her head, âWell, weâll see. Maybe she wonât. Either way, sheâs having a great time. Iâve never seen her smile so much. Sheâs like a little kid in a candy shop. Itâs so cute.â
âYeah,â he nodded, finally grinning, âSheâll definitely remember this birthday.â
The Trevi Fountain was packed with people so they couldnât stay long in fear of it getting too crazy around Harry, so Marco quickly went over facts and the legend.
âTurn your back to the fountain and with your right hand, throw a coin over your left shoulder. One coin means youâll return to Rome. Two means youâll return and fall in love. And three means youâll return, fall in love, and marry. Iâve got a few coins here for you all,â he passed them each one coin and they all squealed, squeezing their way through the crowd to the very edge of the fountain.Â
Harryâs been here several times before, and for some reason, this was the part that always seemed to get to him. Out of the hundreds of beautiful buildings and ruins, the Trevi Fountain was always the spot that jerked at his heart. He was the first to throw the coin over his shoulder and stood back to watch the rest of his friends experience this moment. He laughed as Nancy and Zoey screamed at Andy, âWrong shoulder, you idiot!â after he threw the coin over his right shoulder.
âFuck! I panicked!â he shouted back.
He watched Zoey take a deep breath, close her eyes, and gently toss her shining coin over her left shoulder, turning just in time to see it âPLOPâ right in the water. He saw Marco step up closer to her brandishing another coin and heard him through the busy sounds of the plaza say, âOne more. For the birthday girl. Maybe youâll find love in Rome.â
He felt the heat rise in him, annoyed that Zoey was eating this up. And she wonders why she had such bad luck with guys. These are the type of men that sheâs falling for. These typical sleazeballs.
âShe better work,â Andy snapped, quietly cheering as she stood beside Harry, following everyone back through the crowd and towards the river to grab some lunch.Â
Harry had made a connection with the chef of a wonderful restaurant last time he was in town and was invited to bring his friends for a free lunch, to which he refused to not pay, but did kindly ask if it were possible to have private seating towards the back. The chef graciously agreed, sectioning off a spot for them in anticipation of their arrival.Â
Seeing the relationships Harry had made and the interaction between him and the wait staff made Zoey feel proud to know him. Every time she got to see him talk with a fan or someone that held him on any kind of pedestal always put into perspective for her how famous and admired he was. And to see him always be kind was no matter the circumstance was something that made her want to be a better person. She smiled, watching him converse, shake hands, and take pictures and videos with each worker that came up. He caught her looking and shot her a silly face, which only made her smile more. She was sure that this crush phase would be over at some point, but for now, she just loved the fact that this man was in her life.
Besides, at least there was Marco here to distract her for the day. A tall, smart, handsome Italian? Yes, please! He was very forward, which startled her at first, but once she got used to him she was able to have very nice conversations about interests and even family. He seemed to like how close she and Katie were, expressing that he had a younger brother around the same age whom he was close to.Â
âHow about any older brothers?â Nancy joked, making them all laugh.
The lunch was incredible. She knew authentic pizza would be good, but she was guaranteed to dream about it for years to come. They all sang their praise and thanks to the chef before heading out. Zoey walked beside Marco, teaching them all about the Vatican, and made their way towards the museum. She took this time to look back at the group, seeing Harry and Aurora laughing with each other in the back. He looked happy. She couldnât help but feel slightly jealous that it wasnât her back there with him. It was silly to think heâd be over Rory just like that.
As soon as they got into the museum, her worries of Harry and Aurora seemed to float away as she became completely enthralled by the artwork that was displayed on the walls, the mosaics on the floor, and the sculptures that lined the perimeter. The Sistine Chapel was truly magnificent. Lined with Michaelangeloâs frescoes, you couldnât help but get a little choked up. Nothing could even come close to describing the pure cultivated beauty.Â
But St. Peter's Basilica was even more wondrous, captivated by the enormity and grandeur of the church and its architecture. The way the light shone through the dome of the church, hitting the beautiful artwork surrounding. Zoey was speechless.
Marco explained, âAccording to an agreement between the Italian state and the Vatican, Rome cannot build a taller building than the chapel. It guarantees the chapel the most amazing view of all of Rome. But, to get to the top you must walk five hundred and fifty-one steps. Thereâs an elevator that takes you up almost halfway up to the first terrace, but youâll have to climb the rest of the way. Itâs worth it for the view. Would any of you be up for it?â
âI would,â Zoey immediately agreed, eager to see the view.
âIâll go,â agreed Harry.
âNah, my ass is not climbing five hundred steps,â Andy shook his head.
Nancy pouted, âI didnât wear the right shoes. My feet are killing me.â
âI can take them wandering around and meet you back here in thirty minutes to an hour?â Rory suggested, earning nods from Marco, Harry, and Zoey where they broke off and began their climb.
Admittedly, it was tiring. The steps got tighter as they neared the end and they began to feel slightly claustrophobic from the walls seeming like they were leaning in on them. But by the time they reached the top and stepped out to take in the view they were sold. Marco was right, the climb was worth it. They gripped onto the railing, overlooking the city amongst the other visitors that were too distracted to notice them. Marco had run into a friend of his at the top and excused himself briefly to talk to him, but they were too enthralled to care.Â
âI cannot believe Iâm here and get to see this,â Zoey breathed.
Harry turned to look at his friend who stared out at the view, captivated, with strands of hair flowing in the breeze. He grinned, âIâm glad youâre enjoying it.â
âYou donât understand,â she turned to look at him, almost teary-eyed, âPeople like me and my sister? We donât get to go to Italy. We would have never been able to come here if it werenât for you.â
She was always so genuine and grateful for everything she was given. Even if it was as simple as someone grabbing her a spoon. She must have thanked him over a dozen times for this trip already and it hasnât even been twenty-four hours. Zoey stared at him and he was at a loss for words, unable to break his attention from her navy blue eyes.Â
Finally, he managed to build the strength to tease, mocking her, â...are we about to kiss right now?â
She laughed, looking back over the city, âI could kiss you right now.â
He swallowed, frozen, staring at the shape of her plump lips, forced to imagine how soft they might be or what kind of kisser she was. Was it sloppy? Stiff? Calculated? How did she taste? Surely she still had a hint of sauce and cheese in her breath after the pizza they just ate. He wouldnât mind.Â
Shit. Maybe his friends were right.
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shoutout to the hair and makeup and costume departments on this show for many reasons, one of them being that the way they have jon and arya dressing similarly and styling their hair the same way (and the same way ned did, i believe) is [chefâs kiss] perfection
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