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final-girl96 · 1 year ago

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Forty-Two

The Next Day

Sidney and I decided we would go to the L.A.P.D. Just as we walked into the precinct we saw Dewey, who was in the middle of trying to get a hold of one of us. We did our greetings and then went back to meet Detective Mark Kincaid. He was definitely Sidney's type; dark hair, tall, very handsome, nothing like Billy. He asked us questions and we talked. We also found out that our mother was once an actress that went under a different name. The killer has been leaving her pictures at the crime scenes.

"Can we go where this picture was taken?" I asked. Detective Kincaid nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. It was taken at the studio." We then left with another detective and a few police officers in tow and went to Sunrise Studios. When we got there, we saw the metal stairs that were in the background behind our mom. "Why didn't she ever say anything? I mean, she went by a whole different name back then. Do you think dad knows about this?" I asked, Sid. "I don't know. He did say she had a lot of secrets," she said.

We were walking past one of the trailers when the door opened. I jumped back with a small yelp before looking up to see who it was. "Jesus, Randy! What the hell are you doing here?" I asked. "Who else is going to tell you the rules of a trilogy?" He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him into the trailer. Sidney, Gale, and Dewey were close behind. We all sat down and listened to Randy go on about the rules of a trilogy.

"Okay, so here's the critical thing. If we find ourselves to be dealing with an unexpected backstory and a preponderance of exposition, then the sequel rules do not apply. Because we are not dealing with a sequel, you are dealing with the concluding chapter of a trilogy," he explained. "A trilogy?" Dewey asked, and Randy nodded.

"That's right. It's a rarity in the horror field, but it does exist, and it's a force to be reckoned with, because true trilogies are all about going back to the beginning and discovering something that wasn't true from the get go. 'Godfather', 'Jedi', all revealed something that we thought was true, that wasn't true. So if it is a trilogy we are dealing with, here are some super trilogy rules." Great more rules to try and remember while fight yet another fucking killer.

"One, we got a killer who's gonna be superhuman. Stabbing him won't work. Shooting him won't work. Basically, in the third one, we gotta cryogenically freeze his head, decapitate him, or blow him up." I raised my eyebrow at that, "really? Can't we just shoot him in the head and be done with it?" He shushed me and continued on.

"Number two; anyone, including the main character, can die. This means you, Sid, and you," he said, looking at me. "I'm sorry, it's the final chapter. It can be fuckin 'Reservoir Dogs' by the time this thing is through. Number three; the past will come back to bite you in the ass!" He gave me another look and I cleared my throat. "Whatever you think you know about the past, forget it. The past is not at rest, any sins you think were committed in the past are about to break out and destroy you."

He never took his eyes off me while saying that. I knew he was talking about Stu. This time around all that I've been hiding would come out into the public and then I'm fucking six ways to Sunday. "I'm just glad I got to be here and tell you all this. I made a tape back at Windsor as a just in case. Honestly, I'm surprised I survived since I lost my virginity to Karen Kolchak in the back of the video store in the porno section," Randy said.

"Creepy Karen?" Dewey asked, and I snorted, trying to keep from laughing. "Shut up! She's a nice girl!" Randy argued. "He went on a date not too long ago with her," I blurted out. Everyone looked at him, and he huffed out a heavy sigh. "She's a nice person!" After Randy was done with all his rule telling, and we calmed down from teasing him about Karen, we left the trailer. Sidney had to go to the bathroom, so I went with her while Gale went off to do her own detective work, and Dewey and Randy waited outside the sound stage for me and Sideny.

I stood at the sink, looking at myself in the mirror. Randy's words about the past coming back rang in my mind. I was so caught up in my own head that I didn't notice Sidney coming up beside me. "You okay?" I shook my head and looked at her. "Mmhm. Yeah, I'm fine." She turned the faucet on and washed her hands. We were getting ready to leave the bathroom when a noise from one of the stalls had us stopping in our tracks.

Sidney pulled out her pepper spray, and we slowly walked over to the stall. I took a deep breath and looked at Sidney, who nodded her head. She had her pepper spray ready, and I pushed the door open. A girl with short brown hair looked up at us after dropping her bag. I looked down to see a ghostface mask. Sidney bent down to help her pick up her things. "I wanted a souvenir. I didn't think anyone would mind," she said and quickly put all her stuff in her bag.

When she stood up and got a good look at us, her eyes got a little wide. "You're Sidney prescott! I'm you! Well, I mean, I play you in the movie, or I was supposed to." Sidney smiled at her, "it's nice to meet you…" The girl held her hand out, "Angelina. Well, I better get going. It was so nice to meet you both." Then she was gone.

"Well, that was weird," I said. Sidney bent down and picked something up. "Wait! You forgot your brush!" She headed for the door and rushed out into the sound stage. "Sidney, wait up!" I went after her, and we walked through a door, and as soon as I realized exactly where we were, I stood dead in my tracks. "Sidney, wait!" It was too late though she was already out the door.

I slowly walked through the hall and spun in circles. I was standing in the entryway of Stu's house. There were so many memories that came flooding back. It was unreal how accurate it looked. I looked into the living room. The first memory that came to mind was Randy going on about the rules to survive a horror movie.

"You don't know the rules?!" He stood up. "Great. Thanks, babe." He shrugged and looked at Randy. "Have an aneurysm, why don't you?" Randy stood in front of the tv and started his whole rule bullshit. "There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one: you can never have sex." Everyone booed and threw popcorn at him. Stu kissed my neck. "It looks like we're dead, baby." I laughed and lightly hit him. "BIG NO NO!" Randy said, swatting at the popcorn.

"Sex equals death, okay? Number two: You can never drink or do drugs." There were cheers, and everyone raised their bottles. "The sin factor! It's a sin. It's an extension of number one. And number three: never, ever, ever under any circumstances say, "I'll be right back." Because you won't be back." Stu pulled out from under me and stood up, kissing my forehead, and then stood by the kitchen door. 'I'm gettin'' another beer, you want one?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure," Randy told him. Stu held his arms out, "I'll be right back," he said and backed into the kitchen. "See, you push the laws, and you end up dead. Okay, I'll see you in the kitchen with a knife."

That was all before shit really hit the fan and I learned that my boyfriend was a fucking psychopath who helped kill my mother. If only we could go back to the times before all this. Before the murders. Before our lives were made into a movie. We would never get away from this no matter how hard we tried.

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eljeebee · 1 year ago

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Seamus saw her mother sitting on the couch by the fireplace on their pavilion. She was sipping her champagne, her gaze faraway.

He approached her, sitting beside her on the couch. Her eyes flitted to him as she sipped again.

"Mummy," he said.

"Mm," she nodded.

"Mummy, I'm sorry, about earlier," he started, "I was just scared. I have a lot of friends that I lost when we kept moving, and it hurt me. I'm scared that if they became friends with me, I might lose them again. But it's not your fault. I don't blame you, Mum. You're only doing this for us."

Margaux let out a breath. She didn't know she was holding it. Not until she sighed.

Then, she chuckled.

"Mum?"

"I'm not mad, darling," Margaux said. "I can't blame you for feeling that way."

"But I hurt you."

She shook her head. "I know, but you were just showing me how you felt."

Margaux looked at her glass. "I wish I listened to you earlier." She looked at him. "Don't bottle up your feelings, okay? If you need someone to talk to, Mummy is here. We're here."

She leaned in, whispering jokingly, "If you want boys talk, we have Bernie."

Seamus chuckled. He gently nudged his mother. "You too, Mummy. Talk to us if you need to."

Margaux only smiled at him.

The night went on. Margaux and Seamus had mended their quarrel, and the others by the bar, chatting away.

"My Papa would love this bar!" Louie exclaimed.

"Does he do bartending too?" Penrose asked.

Louie shook his head, "No, but he would love to try it. We really don't have a space for a bar."

Bernie noticed Sid looking around the bar.

"Neat isn't it?" Bernie said.

Sid looked at him, smiling. "Yes. It looks cool. I like those juice towers. Ooh, I also love the sink on the back."

"My favorite part of the bar are the glass racks," Bernie said.

"I thought you'd say your favorite part would be the liquor," Sid laughed.

"And that too," Bernie shook his head, laughing. Then, he said, "Sorry about earlier, Miss Sid. I hope you weren't uncomfortable."

Penrose sharply looked at them, shooting daggers with her eyes as she watched them. I'm warning you, old man, they seemed to say.

Sid smiled, "No, it's okay. A lot of people does say I look familiar. They would always say Briar Monroe. I don't even know her!"

"I heard she's a legendary actress, but decided to retire and move on from the spotlight," Bernie said. His eyes met with Penrose's.

"Oh?" Sid perked up. "Why? Did something happened?"

Penrose wanted to join their conversation, but she knew Louie and Julie would join too if they notice. So, she continued tending the bar, and reply to the other two now and then.

"I heard her family died in an accident. So tragic," Bernie said, shaking his head. "She must've felt so devastated she left the work she devoted her life for."

Sid sighed, "I know. My family died in an accident too. I was young, though, so I can't remember. I only knew that because my aunt raised me."

Bernie glanced at Penrose. She was growing pissed at him.

"And what about your aunt?" Bernie gently asked. "I'm sorry, you don't have to answer."

"No, it's okay," Sid looked back at him. "My Aunt...Marie...left for work. So...so she could pay our bills, feed me. Yeah."

"I see," Bernie nodded. "I'm sure she works hard."

Sid smiled. She took a champagne and proceeds to join Julie and Louie's conversation.

Penrose leaned to him, hissing-whispering, "What were you thinking!?"

"Nothing!" Bernie whispered back. "I was just gathering information."

She narrowed her eyes. "This is the last time you'll do this, Bernie. Or else I'll tell the Madame we did background checks on the kids."

Bernie's shoulders sagged. "Fine, fine."

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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gods and goddesses , sidney crosby

note, the met gala was last week, and i was inspired to write something about it. expect 2 maybe 3 more fics based on the met gala :) outfit, here's y/n's outfit and headpiece and here's sid's outfit. pair, sidney crosby x reader summary, y/n crosby, an actress, takes sidney to his first met gala. warnings, none word count, 628 words

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Sidney was nervous, and you could see the anxiety all over his face. He fidgeted with the cuffs of his suit and moved around in his seat, "Calm down." You told him, reaching over and grabbing his hand.

"I can't, I mean, this is the freaking Met Gala. I don't know if I'll ever calm down." He told you.

"You're gonna be okay. Stop panicking. You're gonna mess up the suit." You told him, straightening his tie.

"Okay, okay, breathing." Sidney nodded, inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth.

The car stopped and there was a knock on the window. Sidney stopped breathing and looked over at you in a panic, "You're gonna be fine. Just smile really big and pose." You told him as the man opened the car door and helped you out.

You were immediately greeted with camera flashes and people shouting at you to pose. You waited for Sidney as you fixed your dress.

"Y/N! Over here!"

"Over here!"

"Look over here!"

Sidney got out of the limo, and stood beside you, looking nervous and uncomfortable, "Smile." You spoke through gritted teeth.

Sidney was still tense but flashed the cameras a smile as one of the men whose job was to lead the guests around from different points and different interview spots.

You walked up the steps and stopped right before the staircase. Sidney took a step back to let you pose for the cameras. You smiled over at him and gestured for him to join you.

"No." He shook his head.

"Come here." You smiled, waving for him to join you. The camera people were shouting at him to join you too.

Sidney shyly walked over and wrapped an arm around your waist, "Don't look so stiff. Let loose." You giggled, caressing his cheek.

He let your finger run over his cheek as the cameras shuttered around you, capturing the soft moment. He smiled, this one a genuine one. Not a show-smile, and turned back to the cameras and posed with you.

The man led you away from all the photographers and to the first interviewee, which just so happened to be Emma Chamberlain for Vouge.

"Oh, my goodness." She gasped.

"You, oh, my goodness." You laughed, "You look amazing." You gushed.

"And so do you." She gasped, "So, tell me who is this?" She asked, taking your hand and spinning you around carefully.

"Dior. It's a custom-made dress inspired by my wedding dress." You explained.

"I remember seeing your dress on your Instagram and, like, dying. It was gorgeous. It was so simple and so elegant." Emma spoke.

"Yeah, so we wanted to do something similar." You nodded.

"Well, you look beautiful and I love the headband."

"Thank you." You smiled.

"So, you brought your husband, right?" You nodded, moving aside to show Sidney, who was looking around in awe and fascination.

"Yeah, I was going to bring the designer of this dress, Jean Dubois, but he had a prior engagement, so I asked Sidney to come, and he accepted. It's his first met gala too."

"Oh, my goodness, welcome. It's my first one too, so we can be clueless together." Emma joked.

Sidney laughed, "Well, I've had a pretty good teacher to show me around." He looked over at you.

"You two are so cute, I love you." Emma gushed, "I know you have to go, but it was so nice talking to you."

"It was so nice talking to you too." You smiled, "Love you." You blew her a kiss as you were guided off to the next spot.

Emma stood in her spot, fanning herself, "Did you all see the way he looked at her?" She looked to the cameramen, "I want love like there's." She joked.

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msookyspooky · 3 years ago

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Sequels Suck

Part 14

word count: 3,607

(Warning: Sexual Scene with Dark Themes)

You went to run again just for Stu to jerk you back towards him, his arm tight over you.

"Hey, where ya going? We just wanted to tell ya we liked the performance...Ya got talent, YN… " His gaze went down to your chest. "Look out Jamie; there's a new Scream Queen in town...Nice set of lungs too..." He smirked with a wag of his brows. Pressing upward under your ribcage to push up your cleavage through the dress.

Billy had a hunting knife in hand, pointing right at your collarbone. Pressing the sharp tip into your skin just enough to make you wince. He tilted his head with a crazy grin. "I can see it now...You being the most brutally mutilated victim in the potential Stab 2 Movie. The goriest death scene in the entire franchise. Coming next Fall to a theater near you."

Stu laughed. "Hell yeah! The audience will love you, baby!" He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "I told you and Sid we'd plan the next Sequel. Too bad you couldn't help us plan it, traitor."

You were silent. Trembling in Stu's grasp as you tried to suppress the urge to scream or cry or beg. Billy stared deeply into your eyes. His gaze still as dark and intimidating as you remembered. That crazed look in his eyes that made you shudder. You swallowed, tears still running down your face as you sucked in a sob.

Billy got closer to you, mere inches from your face. "Got any last minute begging you wanna do?"

You looked at him. Memories in your mind of watching horror movies or driving in his Camaro or even how the sunsets reflected off his dark eyes when you both had your talks together.... It hurt you that he didn't think of those memories the way you did. All he could think of was you not letting him get his way. You had nothing to apologize for and you'd rather die saying your peace than to die begging for mercy.

"...N-No." You choked out.

Stu chuckled as Billy narrowed his eyes at you, pressing the knife into your skin slowly as you hissed through your teeth. It barely pricked you enough to draw out the tiniest droplet of blood.

You glared at him with tears in your eyes, gritting your teeth. "If you're gonna kill me, then do it! Stop fucking thinking about it and get it over with."

Stu released a bark of excited laughter. "Ha! See? I told ya she's gotten spunky in the last two years!" He jerked at you as he said it, making you wince at how tight his hold was.

Billy huffed. "Yeah, I liked her better when she was docile and obedient...It was the smarter choice."

You sneered at him. "I was never docile! I was scared!"

Billy gently slid the knife up to your throat and ran it through your hair. "You're not scared now?... Is that what you're trying to lie about?" He made a quick flick of his wrist as you flinched. A section of your braided bun falling out in ringlets.

You didn't answer, trembling against Stu as he chuckled. "She's totally shaking, man."

"I-I can scream and everyone will come looking for me! I have two detectives with guns on stage! You can't get out of this-"

"Do it -" Billy shoved the knife to your face as Stu's long fingers wrapped around your neck. "- And I'll slice your goddamned throat!...No way you could survive that. I heard the pain is unimaginable and can last up to a whole minute."

He traced your left cheek right where you gave him the thin scar on his face with the shears in the shed. He ran his teeth over his lower lip in thought as his eyes darted to your lips and then your wide eyes. Billy leaned forward to whisper low in his throat.

"You are a good actress, YN. Then again, I should have figured you would be good at faking it... You have a talent for being a two-faced bitch."

You refused to answer him. Tightening your jaw and sucking in air through your nostril. Trying so hard to even your breathing even though you realized these may be your final moments. All you could do was wait while your mind desperately tried thinking of an escape plan...You didn't know if you had one. Unless someone barged in; you were done.

Stu watched you before darting his eyes back to Billy. "She really is good...I could have stayed in that audience watching her all night...God, this dress hugs curves I didn't even know she had...She's freakin gorgeous, man."

"You're such a weak cumrag." Billy scolded Stu even though he was eyeing you as well. His gaze crawling from your legs clear up to your neck. His free hand reached out to grip your waist. Stu's one arm was around your chest and his fingers slacked around your throat. Easing down your chest to your cleavage.

"Hey, I'm a guy. I may hate her guts but she's still hot." Stu retorted, his arm adjusted around your chest as you looked at them in alarm.

Billy didn't deny it, eyes glancing up at you as his hand slid over the contours of your dress. "She is beautiful. It's a waste to be such a fucking piece of shit with a a face and body like that...I guess even the most poisonous things are pretty, aren't they?" He leaned forward, eyes gazing at you. "YN…" He mumbled your name low in his throat. It made your stomach flutter and you hated yourself for it.

"...What?" You mumbled back.

Billy stared long and hard at you before drawing his knife away from your face. You stared back at him with wide eyes as his own eyes darted to your lips.

You didn't even have time to react as his crashed down onto yours…

Stu eagerly watched, his hand reaching to feel whatever he could through your dress as he pulled you closer. Hands loosely on your waist and chest to feel you. Your breath hitched as you felt his fingers squeeze you.

You didn't respond as Billy urgently kissed you. You were in too much shock to even form a thought. He pulled away, growling in your ear as Stu jerked your head sideways to kiss you as well. "Fuck!...I fucking hate you... I hate what you do to me." He jerked your hips closer to him as you gasped into Stu's kiss. His piercing swirling against your lips as your mouth parted.

You finally jerked away to look at Billy as Stu nipped at your neck. You saw your red lipstick at the corner of Billy's mouth as he stared at you. Eyes hooded and mouth parted. "Does your boyfriend kiss you like that? Huh? I bet he rocks your world in his khakis and tucked in polo shirts." He smirked at his own dig as his fingers kneaded at your hips. You tried so hard not to moan, biting your inner cheek as your face flushed.

Stu reached up and licked the side of your cheek where a tear was before kissing back down at your neck. He was breathless against your ear. "You look so fucking pretty when you cry, sweetcheeks." He muttered to you.

You shuddered and felt your face heat all while your mind was still whirling on what exactly was happening.

Billy looked down at the red blood droplet on your chest. His lips instantly darted down. His tongue drawing long strokes upward to taste your blood. Your stomach flipped when you heard him moan at your chest at the taste. Trying to go down further but the thick dress was stopping him.

"I thought...You're gonna kill-" You tried getting it out while keeping your voice even. You didn't want to like this. You should have wanted to scream and sob and fight them...But all you really wanted to do was to let them continue and forget everything they ever did for a few minutes.

Stu hungrily whispered in your ear. "Shh...Not now. Let's enjoy this for now...What we should have had two years ago." He pulled up at your dress. "God, why does it have so many freakin ' layers?" He chuckled as he nipped at your ear, lips going back down to bite your neck. You jerked with a cry as you felt his teeth on your skin.

"Ah, ah! Stu. No marks." Billy warned as Stu went to argue but faltered as Billy shot him a warning glare. "I see you already left one...Fucking idiot."

Stu stuck out his tongue at Billy before swiping it up the shell of your ear as he gripped your lower waist. Billy pulled away to gaze up at you through his lashes from your chest.

"Does Derek do this for you? Does he have you whimpering like you are right now?" He smirked as you knew your face was beet red.

Stu added. "Man...Did James even get you this excited?"

Billy shook his head. "I doubt it. You can talk a big game all you want...You're still into us. Probably wet just thinking about us..." He knelt down as you squirmed, unsure what to do or say as he started feeling up your ankle and pushing your dress up.

' What do I do?! I...I like this but not LIKE this! They were going to fucking kill me, probably still are I-' Your thoughts were halted as Billy's hands kneaded your outer thighs. Making a shuddering breath escape you as your head hung back against Stu. 'Maybe...Maybe they really aren't going to kill me? Maybe we can work this out?...Maybe-' Your thoughts were slowly receding as his hands went higher.

Stu huskily whispered to you. "Have you even been with anyone since that night?" You barely listened to what he was saying. "You probably never got it from James or Derek, huh? James looked like he had a micro penis and I can't see Derek even knowing what to do with it."

You felt your brows scrunch as he spoke, still trying to find it in you to not give in completely. But Stu massaging your breast through your dress and Billy gripping your thighs was making it harder and harder to resist.

Stu smirked against the shell of your ear. The smell of the cinnamon gum he loved wafted near your face. "...You're probably still a virgin, aren't you?"

Your eyes shot back open as you glanced over at Stu in confusion. Billy gazed up at you before going to dip his head towards your now exposed thighs, the dress bunched up near your waist. "You know she is...Better take care of that right away."

Stu looked downright giddy. Biting his lower lip with a smirk before raising his brows at Billy in some secret message only they knew. "Yeah man, can't make the same mistake twice."

That's when...It clicked.

It clicked and you felt your teeth clench and anger bubbling in you. You went from lustfully dazed to completely enraged in a millisecond. With an angry yell, you kicked Billy in the head with your heel. He cussed and fell back on his ass. Stu had a loose enough grip for you to slip away from him. He tried grabbing your dress, ripping it off one shoulder in the process. You sprinted to the door. Stumbling over your own feet before twisting back around with your hand on the door knob.

Billy stood up with the familiar glare on his face as Stu went towards you, you grabbed a nearby coat rack and threw it. He caught it but it still hit him in the leg as he flinched away.

"You're monsters! You absolute fucking pieces of shit!"

Billy had a smug smirk on his lips while he maintained that hateful glare. "Don't be sore just because you got hot and bothered, YN." Billy taunted. Rubbing salt in the wound like he always did. "Wonder what Sidney would think of her best friend getting turned on by her killer?" He chuckled with maniacal glee as you pressed yourself against the door. Complete shame coursing through you as you felt sick to your stomach at what you almost let happen.

"I should have known...You're using me. AGAIN. This is just a part of your stupid horror movie rules! You think the only way I lived was because I was a virgin!"

"Are you?" Stu asked, in a bent knee position to tackle you at any moment as he got closer.

"That's none of your damn business if I am or not!"

"Go to Hell!" You jerked the door open and slammed it back in his face.

Billy stalked towards you, knife in hand as Stu got his own from his pocket. "...Ya know what? Screw the rules. I don't give a fuck about your sex status... You're fucking dead!" He lunged at you.

"FUCK!!-" You heard Billy roar behind the door as you ran for your life. You heard them charge at you before you reached the hallway and bolted to the technician room behind the stage

You frantically looked behind yourself as you rounded the corner, expecting them after you only to see no one. You screamed as you ran straight into Derek.

"YN! What's wrong?! Hey, easy! What happened?"

You pointed, lip trembling. He looked at you in shock. "YN, who did this?! Who fucking did this? I'll kill them!"

"Kill?" You both turned to Detective Richards and Andrews walking through the curtain.

You pointed behind you. "T-The dressing room! The killers were in the dressing room!"

Both Detectives didn't hesitate to draw their guns and sprint down the hall.

Derek held you close as you couldn't contain the sobs. You felt shame and embarrassment and fear. Because no matter what, you knew they wouldn't find them. And that after all this time and everything they did...You still cared and it killed you inside.

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Some time passed. Both Detectives were now outside the dressing room door as you and a few other actresses got back into your regular clothes.

You heard Andrews questioning Derek on the other side of the door. "And what were you doing back here, son?"

"I swapped with Mickey, he had to edit...How can I still be a suspect? YN was attacked and...And if they laid a finger on her... If they touched her or-"

You squeezed your eyes shut as you listened.

"Easy. YN said that...She didn't have that happen. She escaped in time, thank god. We need to get to the bottom of this and everyone is a suspect. Especially the guy that was the only one backstage."

You opened your eyes and looked at yourself in the mirror, leery of the entire room. Just 30 minutes ago you were sandwiched between two killers...The worst of it all was that deep down inside...You liked it. It made you nauseous just thinking that you almost gave in so easily.

You hung your head in disgust; ripping the gold leaves out of your half undone braided bun.

Murphy and Louis came up to you after talking to a handful of actresses changing in the room.

"YN. Are you okay?" Louis asked with that fake niceness that was slowly starting to get on your nerves. But not nearly as much as Murphy's voice.

"Seriously, YN. If you need anything...A shoulder to cry on, a DD to drink your problems away… Plan B or-...Well, I mean. Come on, YN. You have a hickey on your neck and your dress is ripped. These college guys are animals!"

Louis added. "I really hope it's not like this but Lambda is a sisterhood to Kappas. Derek is our Kappa brother and we don't appreciate cheating. We have a specific policy against that."

Murphy quickly put her hands up. "Not that you were! If you were almost taken advantage of, we will stop at nothing to make his life a living hell!...Unless he's a Kappa senior then-"

You whipped your head around to glare at her. "Murphy, I'd like for you both to leave me the hell alone. How about that? I'm not joining your stupid fucking sorority and I don't care about college politics. You both are two of the most vapid, dense, fakest girls I've ever met!...You can forget buttering up to me for the free fame of having 'YN: The final girl' in your Sorority history book! I'd rather avoid gunfire again than join Delta Lambda Zeta!"

They both scrunched their faces up at you as Murphy scoffed. "Well, fine then. Be that way."

They walked to the door before Louis turned back to you. "...You'll regret this, YN. You really will."

You glanced back at her as she glared at you before shutting the door as you heard the detectives say something to them.

You sighed heavily. Everything and everyone was getting to you. If you weren't already losing it then these incidents would make you lose it.

You looked up at yourself in the mirror. Tears staining your skin and your eyes red rimmed. Red lips smeared, hair falling out of your bun, a hickey on your neck, a tiny puncture wound on your chest now an angry red dot, and your dress ripped and revealing your bra and shoulder.

You rubbed your face and shook your head. The fact that Billy and Stu got to humiliate you and use you made you want to jump off a building or crawl in a hole. The fact that you didn't fight them at first made it ten times worse...If you hadn't figured out what their last ditch effort was to try and make sure you die in whatever final showdown they had planned...You didn't know whether you would have gone through with it or not.

You glanced down at your clothes on the table in front of you. The locket hidden in your jean pocket. You pulled it out and instantly felt your chest ache. You felt like a traitor. You felt used. You felt stupid. You felt like you let them both down by letting the killers both win.

You slammed your hand on the table in anger and pain as you quietly cried to yourself.

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You sat in the courtyard with Hallie rubbing your arm as you talked to her, Derek and Mickey sadly watching and exchanging glances to each other every so often as you spoke. The Detectives were a few yards away on a bench.

"-And then I ran. I ran as fast as I could."

"YN, I'm so sorry...Whoever it was is going to pay." Hallie muttered beside you.

Mickey added. "Well, I think Gus is just going to have to sit on it or get one of the other girls to do Cassandra."

You sniffed and nodded. "Oh yeah. I can't even be in that dressing room again...And on stage...I swore I saw them. I swear I did."

Hallie gave you a sympathetic look. "Honey, you couldn't have...I think you just saw...Well with the sounds and mask and knives. It's not good for trauma-."

You nodded and gave a bitter smile. "Yeah, I know. I'm losing it, apparently."

Derek finally spoke up. "No, you're not! You're under a lot of stress and pressure and this sicko is loving every minute of it."

You shook your head. "I shouldn't even be around any of you, I'm putting you in danger-"

Mickey bent down in front of you to look directly at your eyes as you sat on the bench. "YN. STOP." He stood back up as you looked at him. "We aren't going anywhere. You were attacked when you were alone. Being alone isn't the answer."

Hallie gripped your hand in her own. "Exactly! YN, I know we barely know each other but you're my roommate and I'm not going to let you isolate yourself for the killers to nab. That's just stupid! And the tragic hero complex is so 80s B list horror."

You couldn't help smirking. She smiled back at you before saying. "Come on, girl. You're stuck with us at least till this is over."

Mickey added. "Or someone dies. All of us or…" Hallie glared at him as he fumbled. "Don't look at me like that! A killer is on the loose! Haven't you all seen horror movie sequels?"

Derek glared at him. "Drop it."

You gave the tinest smile. Dabbing at your face with your sleeve. "You're right. I guess it doesn't matter if I'm alone or not. They're going to come after you or me regardless...Knowing them it will be everyone I'm close to first. I mean, they killed Cici and I barely knew her!...They want me to watch and wait till I'm next."

Hallie raised a brow. "...Why are you acting like the killer is plural? Like there's kill-ers?"

You blinked, not knowing what to say when Randy caming running towards you. Panting and gripping his leg as the detectives stood up. You leaned towards him. "Randy, what the hell? What's wrong?"

Mickey hunkered down jokingly. "What is it, Lassie? Is Timmy down the well again?!"

Mickey smirked but lost it as Randy didn't even react to him. Everyone exchanged looks as Randy held up a finger to catch his breath. Soon, he looked at you with complete fear in his eyes; face paler than usual. Your own expression dropped and your gut twisted.

"YN...I need to talk to you...NOW."

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READING MY BOYFRIEND’S FANFICTION?? - Owen Joyner x Influencer!Reader

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Requested: OMGGG!! Could you do a an Owen fic based around his girlfriend being an armature youtuber/social media influencer (shes also an actress and they met on set and have been dating for a while) and it’s “reading/reacting to my boyfriend’s fanfiction” ? You can do whatever you want with the fanfic part it’s just a concept that has been running around in my head for a while. LOVE ALL YOUR WORK!!

Warnings: swearing, allusions to sex, very mild

Words: 1460

A/N: A fic?? From Ace?? Hi. I’m off spring break officially and so my stress has dissipated immensely. School was becoming so much these last two weeks and I thought I’d be stressed or worried, but I’m actually fine? It’s weird lol so I decided I could be productive with my stress-free moment and post a little fic for y’all. I love this prompt, and before any of you writers panic, I’m using my own fics for the fanfictions because I wouldn’t want to put y’all on the spot like that. Also this is my 3000 post! thought that was cool lol

“Do you wanna do the intro?”

“I think I have to do the intro.”

“Okay, go for it.”

“Alright,” Owen sighs out a heavy breath in exaggerated preparation for my (some would say lengthy) intro. “Hello, hi. Yes, okay, this is Y/n Y/l/n vlogs, welcome or welcome back to my channel!” Once Owen finishes his statement I’m so stunned I can’t generate any sort of response other than a slacked jaw semi smile.

“That was not even close. Do you know my intro?”

“I got the first part right!”

“You’ve lost intro privileges,” I turn back to the mess of lights and tripods in front of me and ignore the disaster of an intro Owen offered. “Oh, hello, hi! I am Y/n and this is: Reading My Boyfriend’s Fanfiction!”

“That’s basically what I did.”

“No, it is not! It’s ‘oh, hello, hi. I am ‘name’ and this is: ‘title of video’.”

“You don’t ‘welcome to my channel’?” Owen’s voice has dropped to a hushed volume as he genuinely inquires about the segments of my usual introduction.

“I do not.”

“Don’t use any of this,” he pleads when making direct eye contact with the camera. “Mister Sid. Editing Sid, please don’t embarrass me.” His pleas fall on deaf ears, knowing that I’ll be using the footage in full.

“Anyways. Butchered intro aside, I am Y/n and today I am here with my lovely “So Many Stars” costar and scene partner, Owen Joyner!”

“I’m also your boyfriend.”

“That too,” I give Owen’s pointed comment a soft place to land, “So, yesterday--it was actually like, two weeks ago, I don’t know why I said yesterday--a little while back, I came across a tweet telling me someone had written a fanfic about us-”

“Did you read it?”

“On Wattpad. Of course, I read it. There are only three chapters up right now and they’re all in the 2-3k range so it was a quick read.”

“2-3k?”

“Words,” I reply nonchalantly as I unlock my phone. I bookmarked a few one-shots beforehand for us to read, and I’m slightly cocky about my selections. Owen then responds with an outburst of shock.

“2-3 thousand words is a short read?” I merely give him a blank stare.

“Judging by that reaction, Owen hasn’t read any fanfics in his life.”

“Is that not long to you- That’s what she said.” Owen cuts me off with his own stupid joke and I briefly sigh before answering.

“No, that isn’t long. Baby, I’m here for that 130k slow burn enemies to lovers on AO3 with the ‘only one bed’ and ‘locked in a closet’ tropes.”

“The what?”

“Oh, we have so much to catch you up on.”

__________________________

“So I saved three fics, an angst, a fluff, and a smut. Which do you want to read?”

“Wait, what does that mean?”

“Oh my- okay. Angst is the sad shit, it’s what you read when you need your heartbroken and a good cry. Smut is pretty much in the name, it’s explicit content that will undoubtedly get this video demonetized, but that’s okay because we do have a sponsor. And fluff is the cute moments, domestic and sometimes mundane romance that makes you smile like an idiot and put the device down to screech into a pillow.” Throughout my whole explanation, I can tell Owen was becoming more and more lost, so I opt to give him a few moments to collect his thoughts.

“Let’s start with the fluff just to ease into things.”

“Smart choice. This fic I have saved is called ‘Baby Fever’ and the summary says ‘you and Owen spend a day at the zoo babysitting Baby Shada, and her presence sparks conversation about adding a new presence of your very own’.”

“That sounds so ominous.”

“Here, I’ll read the narration and reader’s POV, and then you’ll read your own dialogue.” Owen nods and leans over my right shoulder to read off of my computer screen.

“You actually start the fic.”

“‘You ready, little one?’” The instantaneous actor mode Owen slips into has me howling with laughter at which he looks at me confused. My gasping for air makes Owen laugh empathetically despite still being unsure as to what’s killing me at the moment.

“Why are you laughing?!” He yells, dramatically shaking my shoulder.

“Just the way you jumped into that, I wasn’t prepared for you to turn on the acting charm. Okay, uhhhh, ‘I bite back a laugh when I hear Owen’s voice coo from the back seat’.”

The two of us go back and forth between reading the narrative, bouts of laughter, commentary on the accuracy of Owen’s character, and we finally manage to finish the 2.5k fic in about forty minutes.

“‘When he looks up from CJ’s tiny body and recognizes the familiar ‘baby fever’ look in my eyes, he smiles and utters a simple-’.”

“‘I told you so.’”

“That was cute! I like the tie-in of having us watching over Baby Shada- or, sorry, you and ‘y/n’ watching over Baby Shada.”

“They wrote me kinda funny, I don’t think I’d ever fabricate a life to make conversation with a stranger due to baby fever.” My jaw drops slightly and before Owen can respond to my reaction, I cry,

“That is such a lie!”

“What?”

“You absolutely would do something like that, are you kidding me?!”

“No, I would not!” Owen punctuates every word with the utmost offense. He has the same look in his eye as when he was proving himself to be the cleanest phantom of the three on the Sunset Drive podcast.

“You literally told the guy at Home Depot yesterday that we were buying plants for our child’s nursery!”

“Okay, that’s different-”

“How is that different? That’s the exact same thing as fanfic you!” Owen’s furrowed brow and dropped jaw are a sight to be seen as he leans away from me, bending at the waist to stare at me with defiance. I raise my eyebrows pointedly as I await a response. Instead of actually producing a response, Owen lunges forward, grabbing my waist in his hands and squeezing gently. The feeling makes me screech and gasp of laughter from surprise and also being ticklish.

“Owen! Owe-STOP, I’m gonna drop my laptop!” I manage to say through my laughter and with one final grab, he releases me from his hold. It takes a minute for my laughter to settle but once I do, the two of us are simply breathing heavy and staring at one another with giddy smiles on our faces. In a moment’s clarity, I turn to look into the camera lens to talk directly to my editor,

“Sid, don’t use any of this. And please don’t cut to this after we finish reading to make it look like- things were happening.”

“Actually, I think you should, Sid. Just cut to right there and make the world think we-”

“OKAY, thanks for watching, bye!” I quickly stop the recording before Owen says something we’re unable to recover from. I hear him laugh gently behind me as I set my laptop down on the coffee table behind the tripod. Coming back to the couch, I move to plop down but before landing successfully on the cushion next to my phone, Owen grabs my body and moves me to sit on top of him.

“You are crazy, you know that?”

“Hmm. Crazy for you, maybe.” His cheesy line makes me scoff but smile nonetheless. I reach my right hand up to caress the side of his face as we sit cheek to cheek.

“Remind me to never film with you again.” The gesture is sweet and the sentiment is not which makes Owen laugh and he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I lean back into him so my back is pressed flush with his chest as he lazily wraps both arms around me.

“You say that now but you’ll regret it when you wanna do a ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge video.”

“Nah. I’ll just call Charlie to-” Without allowing me to finish my sentence, Owen is digging his fingertips back into the tissue of my sides and I squeal with laughter once more. This time the torment is short-lived and Owen releases me after a sweet, reconciling kiss. “Do you have baby fever now?”

“It was cute and all, but not really, no.”

“That’s too bad,” I stand up from my spot on his lap to grab my computer and hold it to my chest, “I was gonna say we could practice some baby-making.”

And with that, I turned on the balls of my feet, heading for my bedroom when I heard Owen stand up eagerly, quick to follow.

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suicidalslasher · 3 years ago

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(I actually like this version better tbh <333)

Car rides to Malibu, strawberry ice cream. One spoon for two And trading jackets, laughing 'bout how small it looks on you. (Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

"Welcome to act three"

Your eyes widen as Amber begins pointing the gun at you and your friends.

What what fuck just happened?!

One minute you were helping Liv find her boyfriend the next your best friend Amber was shooting her in the head!

The next few seconds happen in a blur. You, Richie, and Sam all part ways. Was it stupid? Yes. Was it equally idiotic? Yep. But there were two things on your mind at the moment. 1. Finding your boyfriend Wes and 2. Surviving.

Watching reruns of Glee, being annoying, singing in harmony. I bet she's bragging, to all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm.

You find yourself at the back door and you almost tumble to the floor after bumping into Wes.

"Wes?!"

You both jump back and you imminently notice that his shirt has blood on it. A lot of blood.

"Wes, oh my god!"

You begin to try to search him but he puts his hands on your shoulders.

"It-it's not my blood- its Chad's... What the fuck is happening?!?"

"Amber is the killer!"

"What?!"

"Amber is the fucking killer! She shot Liv in the head, she killed Tara, she killed my father"

"We have to get out of here."

You nod at him before he grabs your hands before making you follow him and without thinking, you do.

So, when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? she thinks it's special, but it's all reused. That was our place, I found it first, I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you.

When you and Wes get to the kitchen, Gale and Sid are there, Amber pointing a gun at them with Gale having a bullet wound.

"Run!" Gale shouts and you imminently turn before running into Wes...who puts a knife in your stomach.

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm. Do you get déjà vu, huh?

Letting out a shocked gasp, you fall to the floor before Wes catches you, forcing you into a chair. Wes gives you a Cheshire grin before taking out a voice changer.

"What"s the matter, y/n? You look like you seen a ghost."

"Leave my daughter out of this, bitch!" Gale shouts. Amber grins before pointing a gun to you.

"Oh, doesn't she? I mean, she is your daughter, after all." Wes asks. "You wanna tell her or do you?"

"You can." Grins Amber.

"Well," Wes begins, moving a piece of hair with his knife. "The stab movies have been out of control and Amber and I decided to do our own movie. And we thought, since requals of old slashers - Halloween, texas chainsaw, etc. - we could do our own!"

"So, our relationship was a lie?" You ask, tears begin to fall and Wes mocks a pout face.

"To be honest? No. Not at first, but you know how it is."

"Anyway, Amber and I decided to do our own and we wanted redo Billy and Stu's 1996 spree but obviously, not a direct copy. The legacy character's relatives would have to do!"

"Lure the daughter of Billy Loomis back into town before turning the daughter of Dewey and Gale into the potential final girl!"

Sidney was too stunned to talk. It was like reliving 1996 all over again.

Same story, different font.

Do you call her amost say my name? Cause let's be honest we kinda do sound the same. Another actress, I hate to think that I was just your type.

"Amber wanted to go for Dewey, but I managed to convince her to let me do it, just like how Billy and Stu's first victim was Sidney's mom. But with my mom and vince, I had to improvise a bit."

Sidney and Gale tried to move forward to you but Amber and Wes were faster.

"One more move and your daughter is going to join your ex-husband- "

"Fuck you!" You headbutt him and fall backward.

I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel. Cause you played her "Uptown Girl" You're singing it together.

Chaos breaks out as Gale and Sidney begin fighting Amber and your head spins as you manage to hold onto the counter and get up. Wes rides in pain on the floor. You quickly grab the biggest knife you can find and quickly limp out of the kitchen.

Wes begins calling out your name as you lay in wait behind a door. Wes comes into the living room and you take the chance and you ambush him; jumping onto his back.

Now I bet you even tell her how you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you) So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too?

You too struggle but there is no winner as you too fall to the ground. Your inhaler falls out from your pocket, you crawl to it, but before you can grab it, Wes steps on your hand.

"Now," he picks you up, shoving you into a chair "baby, don't be difficult." Using duck tape he ties you up before bending down to you.

"You're the final girl. You're my final girl. How do you feel?"

"Like i'm going to kick your ass."

She thinks it's special, but it's all reused. That was the show we talked about, played you the song she's singing now when she's with you.

"There's the fiery attitude I love!"

"Fuck you!"

"Now you're just quoting the original."

"You should thank me, your dad was pathetic!"

You somehow slip out from the duck tape before once again attacking Wes. You take him to the floor and you start wrestling for the knife.

Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh, do you get déjà vu?

He knocks you off before grabbing the knife and he puts puts it up to you. You spot his pepper spray that his mom had gave him. You reach for it before using it on him.

He screams in pain before once again dropping the knife and falling to the ground. Grabbing Wes's extra gun you play it safe and shoot him.

Strawberry ice cream in Malibu, ron't act like we didn't do that shit, too. You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused)

You hurry back to the kitchen to see Amber on the floor, burned and dead. With a shocked expression before Gale embraces you in a hug.

As the three of you go to leave, it's a little too quiet and with before anybody can do anything, Wes pops up, and you quickly grab the gun from Gale and shoot Wes.

Finally. It was over.

Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) that I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu)

I‘M INLOVE WITH THIS. YES. THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING IT TO ME!!! 🥰��️ Also, this did, in fact, inspire me via my story to add chapters to it so bless you. (Cause I’m gonna be real with you… I was having a difficult time putting pieces together.)

How would you like to be named, by the way? (That’s worded wrong, my bad, lol)

I can give you a certain emoji (I see a lot of people do that with certain anons) that way I can dedicate the fic and the few chapters to you!! 😁💓

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princessphilly · 4 years ago

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Word count: 5627

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CW: angst, meeting the family, references to the n-word, people sucking

I decided to go ahead and finish it when I got a sudden burst of creativity when I came home.

Nina snuggled in bed, a happy little sigh leaving her lips. Sidney looked at her, a fond smile on his face. It had been a month since they were back together and life was almost perfect. Well, they were 6-3-2, 14 points earned which was okay but not where Sidney wanted the team to be. It was still early in the season, it was mid-November so there was plenty of time to right the ship. He and the boys would fix it. Sidney sighed before attempting to try to go back to sleep. However, he heard the sound of a door opening and he sat up, pushing the covers down inadvertently.

Sidney racked his brain. It was Sunday, Marta, his housekeeper’s day off. Mario or Nathalie would have called before coming over. He had no idea who the hell it could be. “Fuck,” Sidney breathed. There were only two people who would do a surprise visit and one of them was a week earlier for the Moms trip.

Lightly brushing his fingers over Nina’s side, Sidney urged, “Pretty girl, wake up.”

It was roughly 8am so it wasn’t hard to get Nina, an early riser by nature to wake up. “Urgh, mawning,” Nina mumbled as she cracked open her eyes. Sidney looked anxious and agitated which made Nina focus.

Sidney opened his mouth, then closed it. If he was right, he was fucked and his pretty girl was probably going to run away screaming. He finally said, “Um, someone just opened the door and there are exactly five people other than me who have a key. There are two who’d do a surprise visit.”

Looking down, Nina was thankful that she had on one of Sidney’s shirts and shorts while sleeping. “Well, fuck, at least I’m not naked,” she said pointedly. Sidney had the grace to blush as Nina continued, “If it’s what you think it is, you need to get that under control,” pointing at his rather obvious morning wood. Sidney pulled the covers back over himself and Nina

Then a voice called out, “Morming, Sid!”

Sidney sighed in relief. It was Taylor, not his mom. Nina noticed it and arched an eyebrow. “Eh, it’s my sister, pretty girl.”

“Shit,” Nina fretted. This was going to be awkward, she didn’t even know if she wanted to meet his family but now, she was going to,have to. At least it was a sister.

The door creaked open and a blonde-haired head peeked in. “Boo,” Taylor said. Then her eyes perked when she saw who Sidney was with.

Nina groaned. Her hair was in a scarf, it was obvious she slept over and fuck, fuck, fuck. A devious smile spread on Taylor’s face. “Nice to see that you finally let a girlfriend sleep in your room, Sidney.”

“Shut the fuck up, Taylor,” Sidney yelled as his little sister giggled before closing the door.

Nina facepalmed. “That was fun. Fun fun fun.”

Rolling onto her front, Nina mumbled, “I’m not ready to meet your family.”

“I’ve already met yours,” Sidney reasoned.

“That was because Yanni was part of your Lil Penguins program. That was work related for you, doesn’t count.”

Trailing his fingers down Nina’s back, Sidney replied, “True but, it still counts. What are you doing next weekend?”

“I’m going to be in Philly for a wedding.”

Nina turned onto her left side, facing Sidney. Sidney sucked his bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go. “Don’t get any ideas.”

She slipped off the bed, pulling the scarf off her braids, letting them fall down her back. Rummaging through her clothes on the floor, Nina pulled out her bra. Pulling her shirt off, she put it on to the sound of Sidney’s groans. Nina rolled her eyes. “I’m stuck having to meet your sister because she decided to give you a surprise visit. I’m not meeting her without wearing a bra.”

“But you look so amazing without one,” Sidney replied.

Nina shook her head before leaving his bedroom. Making her way to the kitchen, Nina literally bumped into Taylor. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” Nina gasped.

“I’m okay,” Taylor reassured Nina, taking the moment to check out this girl that Sidney was now seeing. She wasn’t exactly what Taylor was expecting but one thing that Taylor liked about Nina was that she had kind eyes. Taylor had heard about her over the years, especially that Nina had kept rejecting Sidney. Her brother rarely heard the word no so that made Nina intriguing to her.

Taylor offered, “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“No, and I’m hungry.”

Opening the fridge, Taylor took out the ingredients to make omelets. Nina sat at the island, a pensive look on her face. “You know, I totally didn’t expect to meet you this way. This is awkward as fuck.”

“Eh, don’t feel bad, I should have given Sid a heads up,” Taylor replied. “Plus, I’ve heard about you over the years.”

“Oh really?”

Taylor laughed as she cracked eggs. “Sidney couldn’t shut up about you. First it was he met this nice girl at work. Then, it was that you kept telling him no and he was confused. Later, he was beating himself up because he managed to fuck up before he could even ask you out. I really enjoyed that, I liked that you kept not only telling him no but when he pissed you off, you didn’t forgive him right away. I love my brother but his ego needs to get cut down sometimes.”

“True, he has a huge ego. He needs to take himself less seriously,” Nina concurred. “But it’s probably impossible to get him to do that.”

Taylor shrugged, pursing her lips. “At least he means well,” Nina added.

Nodding, Taylor replied, “He does mean well, most of the time.”

“Already ganging up on me?”

They both laughed as Sidney entered the kitchen. “Why are you here, Taylor?”

“I went on a camping trip and I decided to be nosy and visit my big brother before heading home,” Taylor chirped. “The look on your face was worth it.”

“Hahaha. Should’ve called,” Sidney grumbled.

Taylor quipped, “Oh, did I ruin your morning sex plans? I’m so sorry.”

Nina snorted as she laughed. Sidney gave her hurt eyes and Nina blew him a kiss.

“Don’t worry Sid, I’m not staying long. Just enough to rest and then get back on the road,” Taylor said.

“You drove,” Nina asked. Sidney was now standing right behind her and she could feel his hands massaging her shoulders.

Taylor nodded as she flipped the first omelet. “You’re not what I expected, Nina. You’re way too pretty for a hockey player like my brother.”

Sidney wanted to kill his little sister as she continued to chirp him. Well, not only chirp him but ruin his planned lazy morning sex. But as he watched his sister and Nina interact playfully, Sidney could admit there was a slight good point. Taylor and Nina were hitting it off and Sidney knew that Nina would meet his family soon. This was a good sign.

However, after practice four days later, Sidney was wishing his sister had never stopped by. Nina had been incredibly busy all week and Sidney knew he wouldn’t see her until next week due to her trip out of town. He was feeling extra irritable and hearing his name over the tv didn’t help.

“So, two weeks ago, Sidney Crosby admitted that he was having relationship issues that were affecting him on the ice.”

Tanger went to change the channel on the tv in the lounge, muttering, “Fucking ESPN.”

“Shh, keep it on,” Sidney urged, crossing his arms over his chest. He wanted to see what kind of bullshit ESPN was saying now.

A couple of the guys stopped to check out the TV. Kevin Neghandi laughed as he responded, “Yeah, he admitted that after breaking a slump. Ever since, he’s been on a 2 point-per-game streak. But this really isn’t about him.”

“Huh,” said Geno, scratching his head.

Buccigross continued, “There was a picture of Crosby and his girlfriend posted on the internet, a nice picture. Someone posted it and made a derogatory statement about his girlfriend, Nina Jackson. This player is a player for Clemson.”

Neghandi laughed again. “Ms. Jackson has a younger brother named Jason Jackson. He was also the number 20 prospect, number 1, 5 star tight end. He also now plays for UNC.”

Sidney chuckled as he realized exactly where this was going. The guy on the tv continued, “Clemson and UNC had the rare Thursday night game last night. #1 Clemson went to the Tar Heels, ranked #22 and got spanked, 56-30. Jason Jackson had 10 catches, 200 yards receiving, and 3 TDs. His response in the postgame.”

The tv showed a clip of Jason talking to the media. A reporter asked, “What inspired you to have such a big game tonight.”

“Lowell decided he needed to talk about my sister on the gram so I had to put him in his place,” Jason drawled.

Sidney’s phone buzzed and it was a message from Nina. my brother is so dramatic 🙄

Nice to know he’ll always have your back, Sidney sent Nina.

Nina smiled happily as she looked at the Thai food on plate. She was so hungry and excited to see Jamila face to face in person for lunch. Her friend looked more vibrant than usual, as life was treating her good. They made small talk until Jamila said, “I heard something about you, that you aren’t single for the first time in forever.”

“Oh really?”

Jamila looked at her best friend. “You’re dating Mayo boy.”

“What?!?” Perplexed, Nina stared at Jamila while Jamila rolled her eyes.

“Sidney Crosby is like Mayo. Super white. Damn, my dating habits really did rub off on you. Welcome to being a basic bitch like me.”

It was Nina’s turn to roll her eyes. “Stop being so fucking dramatic, Jamila Brown.”

“I was an actress, I’m supposed to be dramatic. Tell Mayo boy if he ever breaks your heart, I’ll kill and cremate whatever’s left of him after your father and brother are finished with him.”

“Are you really gonna nickname him that?”

Jamila smirked at Nina and Nina sighed. Shrugging elegantly, Jamila replied, “I’m a part of Philly sports Twitter. I got lots of other names I could call him.

“Be a bigger bitch, Mila.”

“He gets a better nickname when he lets you fully run his pockets. And don’t give me that look, don’t be afraid of being called a gold digger. They are probably calling you worse names. Make Mayo boy run that card up when he takes you on baecation. Once that happens, I’ll upgrade his nickname.”

Nina sighed as she looked at the menu. Jamila reached out and put her hand out, covering Nina’s menu. “You know I’m just playing, right?”

“I don’t want to talk about it now, let’s talk about Toyin’s wedding instead,” Nina murmured.

It was Jamila’s turn to sigh. “I’m sorry, Nina. I’m sorry for being a bitch. I shouldn’t be taking out my bad mood on you. I hate men.”

“Not forgiven yet,” Nina snarked.

Jamila looked pensive as she said, “I like this guy but I don’t want to admit I like him. He’s like too perfect, too nice, well not that nice. He actually gives a fuck.”

“Let me guess, you’re scared and about to do something super stupid,” Nina dryly replied.

Jamila gave Nina a shocked look before she slumped in her chair. “I don’t want to,” she pouted.

Nina reasoned, “Then don’t. Just ride it out for once.”

“Easy for you to say,” Jamila replied.

Nina shrugged as her phone buzzed. It was a message from Sid, well really just a picture of him sweaty post-practice. Nina left him on read, she would get him back later for that. “Stop being stupid, and stop self-sabotaging.”

Jamila rolled her eyes as she ate her food. After swallowing, she arched an eyebrow. “Mayo boy sent you a message?”

“Yeah, but I’m focusing on you. I’ll see him next week… and his parents.”

“This is going fast,” Jamila commented.

Nina bit her lip before saying, “I guess he had to wait eighty-four years, I mean five years, so he’s going to take advantage while they are in town.”

“Interesting.”

Nina pointed out, “At least I’m giving my relationships a chance, unlike you.”

“Fuck you.”

Jamila gave Nina an exaggerated nasty look as Nina quipped, “I’m strictly dickly, bitch.”

The conversation switched to safer topics. However, throughout the wedding weekend, Nina had the thought in the back of her mind that maybe things were going a bit too fast.

“Well, Taylor says she likes her. I checked out her instagram account and she doesn’t even mention you. Lots of nice vacation pictures though.”

Sidney looked at his mom from across the table. Trina had a pensive look on her face. Troy raised his eyebrows before leaning back in his chair.

Sidney reasoned, “I want you two to meet her. Give her a chance. Nina is amazing, I’m lucky that she even likes me.”

“Why wouldn’t she like you, you’re Sidney Crosby,” Trina scoffed.

Sidney shrugged. “Nina’s a PhD student and everything. It hasn’t been easy for her either.”

“Interesting,” Trina said.

Nina herself was feeling extra nervous. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to meet Sidney’s parents, especially after having to turn in a huge paper and part of her thesis to her advisor. But, as she shook her head and smoothed down her shirt, they were in town and she was going to try to make her best impression.

Midway through dinner, Nina began to wish she was somewhere else on this Friday night. While Troy, Sidney’s dad, seemed nice, it felt like Trina was judging every single thing she did. Every reply Trina made to Nina’s questions was in a dry voice, as if it was boring her. Nina felt a bit discouraged. Sidney obviously loved his parents but it felt like his mother didn’t like her.

On the other hand, Trina felt like Nina was looking down on them. It seemed like she was mentioning her PhD program, her thesis, like she was too smart for them and her boy. Trina sipped her water as there was a pause. She didn’t know about this girl but at least, every time she looked at Sidney, Trina could see the stars and hearts in her eyes.

Nina looked at Sidney, her palms sweating. She didn’t know what to say as she looked down at her plate. Her appetite was gone. Sidney, himself, didn’t really notice anything as he answered his father’s questions about the beginning of the season. Then Troy turned to Nina.

“So what do you plan to do now that you’re with Sidney,” Troy casually asked.

Nina replied, “I have about two more years left before I finish earning my PhD. I plan to continue to work and I may teach a class or two.”

“You still plan to work,” Trina asked.

Nina nodded. “Yes. I love what I do and I’m not wasting my degrees.”

“Why do you want to work?”

Nina could tell that Trina intended that question to be light but Nina could still feel the claws. She was tired of this passive-aggressive bullshit and ready to curse her out. But Nina couldn’t so she measured her words carefully. “I did four years of undergrad, three years of school for my doctors in physical therapy, and I will do four more years for my doctorate. Why would I stop working after earning my degrees?”

Trina paused; she had expected some trite, suck-up answer. But it seemed like Nina was serious. “I would think that if you were with my son, you’d rather not work.”

“I’m not built to be a housewife.” Nina laughed. “I love what I do and if I’m expected to stop for Sidney, then maybe I need to reevaluate some things.”

Trina felt like she lost control of this conversation. All she wanted was to see what kind of user her boy’s dream girl was. Now, she had the feeling that her son was going to get dumped and it was going to be her fault.

Sidney laughed. “I don’t expect you to be a housewife. You would be so bored if you were.”

Nina flashed Sidney a quick grin before adding, “Nathalie has let me know the responsibilities though. I’ve done lots of volunteer and charity work over the years so that isn’t new at all. I’m excited about the toy drive, I remember when my parents just got out of the army and cash was tight. I got my favorite doll as a kid from a toy drive.”

“That’s nice,” Trina said. Maybe this Nina girl wasn’t completely stuck up, she thought as the night continued. After a couple of hours, Nina said her goodbyes. It was getting late and she was spending the morning taking her little sister to volleyball practice. After she left, Trina let out a sigh as Sidney turned to her.

“You have to lay off on Nina, Mom.”

Trina turned to look at her son. Sidney was giving her his most serious look and she sighed.

“I like her but I don’t know if she’s the one for you, Sid. It seems like she’s one step from leaving you,” Trina said. “I don’t see her sticking with you if things go bad.”

“Just because she plans to work?”

Sidney gave his mother an assessing look. He knew she meant well but this wasn’t for her to decide. “This isn’t your problem.”

“Fine, I like that she has her own life. She’s not obsessed with you and she plans to be her own person,” Trina conceded. “But she’s different.”

He knew this was going to be hard, asking his mom to back off but Sidney knew he had to do it. Nina hadn’t said anything last night but Sidney could sense that she was tired of how his mother was acting. Sidney also knew that if Nina decided to cut ties, it would be completely over. Sidney started, “Compared to Nina, I’m a dumb hockey player. But what I have with her, I’ve never found with anyone else. If you have a problem with that, that’s you. But be civil to Nina.”

“Really, Sidney Patrick Crosby,” Trina said, incredulous. But the look on her son’s face was something she had never seen before. Even though she didn’t believe her son would really pick any woman over her, a voice at the back of her mind told her that if Sidney ever did, this would be the woman he’d pick over her.

It was Saturday night and Nina pasted another smile on her face. If Trina got snide again, Nina didn’t know if she could be nice about it. But at least they were in public. As they sat down for dinner, a couple of guys came up. Sidney and his family had perfect PR smiles but the guys stopped in front of Nina.

“Hey, aren’t you Jason Jackson’s sister?”

Nina grinned. “Yes.”

“Why did he have to have such a great game against Pitt today? He killed them,” one of the guys said.

Nina shrugged. “Pitt should play better defense.”

After the guys left, Troy asked, “your brother plays college football?”

“Yup. He was the top prospect in Pennsylvania last season. Games on tv and everything.”

“I didn’t know that,” Sidney murmured.

Nina giggled as she replied, “All you do is eat, sleep, and breathe hockey.”

Sidney blushed as everyone laughed at that statement. However, through the night, more people came by the table to give Nina props for her brother’s monster game than to try to get a glimpse of Sidney. Jason had 184 yards receiving and 2 TDs for UNC today and there was already buzz about Jason being on the fast track to the NFL. During a lull, Trina stated, “You must get asked about your brother a lot.”

“I’m used to it. Once ESPN comes to your brother’s games when he was a sophomore in high school, you have to get used to it,” Nina said with a shrug. “I’m old enough that it really doesn’t bother me.”

“How does your brother deal with it,” Sidney asked, curious as he remembered some of his early experiences with fame.

Nina replied, “College football is a different beast than the pros. So, he’s on scholarship and his days are pretty much regimented with meetings, practice, classes, more meetings, video study. I ran track when I was in undergrad so my experience was slightly similar. Main difference is that Jase gets paid for his likeness in video games now and a percentage of any jersey sales with his name and number.”

“You ran track,” Troy asked. Unlike his wife, he felt a bit more open towards Nina. It was obvious that she didn’t need Sidney for anything and Troy could see that his son was able to relax in a way with Nina that he hadn’t been able to relax with a woman before.

“I had a partial scholarship. I ran the 4x100 relay and the 100 meters. I didn’t have the athletic ability to race for a living but I did decent,” Nina stated, feeling a bit shy. It had been a long time since she even talked about her track career. “I was state champ my senior year and my team won silver at the Penn Relays my sophomore and junior years of college. Now, I just run to stay in shape.”

“Wow,” Sidney said, impressed. “Sounds like you loved it though.”

Nina flashed Sidney a grin. “I did, I love running. What most people forget is that you can’t just run for health, you have to run and do strength training and yoga or Pilates.”

“Have you been to any of your brother’s games,” Troy asked. “Seems like they are doing well.”

Nina replied, “We went to the season opener. I will never go to North Carolina in August ever again if I can help it. I’m going to their game next weekend at Virginia Tech. We’ll probably go to the bowl game since my little sister will be off school that week.”

“Seems like you stay busy,” Trina mused.

Nina couldn’t help a little glare as she managed to say without malice, “I plan my calendar in advance.”

Trina said, “That sounds good. You have a life outside of everything.”

“And I will continue to have a life outside of everything,” Nina said with a syrup-sweet smile.

Nina quietly washed her hands, glancing up to the mirror. Trina was looking down on her hands as she washed hers. Tentatively, Nina asked, “Are you having a good time on this trip?”

“I enjoyed the Moms’ trip,” Trina replied.

Nina looked down at her hands as she dried them. This was so awkward and she wanted to cry.

“Sidney Crosby is here, and so are his parents,” somebody exclaimed just outside the ladies bathroom. Trina and Nina both shared a look until another person said, “And his n-word girlfriend is here with them too.”

Nina opened her mouth but Trina put up a finger. The second person continued, “His mom doesn't look too happy with that black girl. Maybe you could get a chance, finally.”

The door opener and the two women came in, laughing. The laughter stopped when those women saw Nina and Trina.

“You don’t have to worry about getting a chance with my son because there’s no way I’d let him be with someone like you when he’s with a lady like Nina,” Trina stated.

The two women shared a look but Trina stared them down until they left. Nina let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “No wonder my son is always saying that it hasn’t been easy for you,” Trina offered. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they get kicked out.”

Nina sniffled as she said, “That’s the first time I’ve heard it in person. It’s usually nasty messages online. I really, really hate it. But I guess I’m going to be stuck with this for the rest of my life.”

Impulsively, Trina reached out and grabbed Nina’s hand. “From the way that my son looks at you, nasty women like those will just have to be angry forever.”

Nina giggled as they shared a look. It felt like there was a truce and she was going to take it. After Trina talked to the manager and got those women booted, Nina definitely felt like there was definitely a truce.

“Don’t take anything seriously. If they don’t like you, they’ll say absolutely nothing to you. If they make jokes, they like you.”

Two weeks after meeting Sid’s family, it was his turn to meet Nina’s family. The team was home for American Thanksgiving and they didn’t have a game until Friday evening this year. So Sidney was going with Nina to meet her extended family. He was feeling extra nervous and desperate to make a good impression.

Sidney grimaced as Nina giggled. “Plus, it’s Aryanna’s birthday so they won’t be too mean. I think.”

“Anything else I need to worry about,” Sidney asked.

Nina reached out over the console and touched Sidney’s hand. “Relax, it’s not a game. You can’t lose.”

“But, I want them-”

Cutting Sidney off, Nina said, “I know, you want them to like you. So be the dork that you are instead of faking like you aren’t a dork.”

Sidney felt a bit insulted but Nina gave him a dazzling smile. “I like it when you’re being dorky, anyway.”

Sidney tried hard to follow Nina’s advice. There were so many people that he couldn’t keep them all straight so he focused on making sure he remembered the names of the older people in Nina’s family. There was Mawmaw, the family matriarch, Tracey and Vernon, Nina’s parents, Aunt Tasha who baked the sweet potato pie that he was having his third slice of, Aunt Dee, Uncle Tony, and Uncle Bashir. All of the cousins kinda blurred together but Sidney figured he’d learn their names quickly.

Overall, he felt like everything was going well. Sidney answered everyone’s questions and he guessed his answers were good since one of Nina’s older cousins told him his new nickname was White Boy. Nina had snickered while some of the younger ones giggled. Right now, Sidney was talking to Aunt Tasha. “What would it take to get you to bake me a pie of my own,” Sidney asked.

Tasha laughed while Tracey smirked. Tracey interjected, “Oh no, Tasha gonna be bragging about this forever. ‘Guess who came to Thanksgiving and loved my sweet potato pie? Sidney Crosby loved my sweet potato pie.’ She will never shut up!”

“Don’t be mad that you can’t bake a pie as good as me, Tracey,” Tasha chided, laughing. “Nina makes a better pie than both of us but that girl don’t wanna cook.”

Tracey smirked when she saw the look on Sidney’s face. “Oh no, Tash, now this boy gonna be begging my daughter to make him a pie.”

Everyone laughed as Nina was in a different room. Mawmaw chided, “I’m happy that one of my family don’t got to be in the kitchen like that. I wish I could’ve been the same at her age.”

Sidney decided to scroll his phone as the older women began to argue. Then he felt someone tap his shoulder.

“White boy, you wanna play spades?”

Sidney looked at this cousin of Nina. He was sitting at a table with Vernon, one of her aunts, and another cousin. “No,” he replied, shaking his head.

The cousin got a devious grin on his face. “It’s easy, you should play for Shantara, she can’t play for shit.”

Sidney’s competitive instinct told him it was a bad idea. And from the way Vernon was eyeing him, Sidney knew he was right for shaking his head. “Nope. I’ll learn by watching.”

“Nina’s white boy smart,” Aunt Tasha hollered. “You play spades and renege, boy, someone about to go for those knees.”

“Stop torturing, Sid, Deonte,” Nina scolded as she sat in Sidney’s lap. “At least wait til the second visit before hazing him over spades.”

“I like this boy, Nini. Keep him, he’s betta than that last boy you brought here, bless his heart. Didn’t know how to talk to people,” Mawmaw advised.

Nina wanted to die as the rest of her family snickered. Holidays: the time of the year where your greatest fuckups get rehashed for shits and giggles.

Nafis snorted. “What’s his name... it wasn’t that Ron boy, was it? Naw, it was James’s old friend, Jordan. We all knew he wasn’t shit, I mean, nothing, when he made Tommy mad.”

Nina winced as remembered that. Tommy was one of the sweetest guys and hard to rile up, but anyone who could make cousin Tommy mad was a douchebag.

“Her pets like him. Tess curls in his lap and Steely lets him pet him,” Vernon said.

Everyone stared at Sidney, eyes wide. Stuttering, Aunt Tasha said, “T-t-that cat and d-dog hate every damn body other than Nini and her family. I be damned.”

Mawmaw laughed.

The rest of the dinner went without incident. But at a quiet moment, Vernon pulled Sidney from the group to a quiet spot in the yard. It was late November in Western Pennsylvania so no one else was there.

Vernon Jackson had seen more of his fair share of crap in his life. Growing up in Ward 8 of D.C., Vernon had dodged dealers, hustlers, stick-up kids, etc. to survive. His grades weren’t great so Vernon went into the army to ensure that he escaped. Through being deployed in the Gulf War then to Mogadishu, Vernon had done his best to make sure that all his children had more than he did growing up.

Now, his sweettart, his eldest, his sweet girl, Nina was grown. She had done more than he and Tracey combined. But looking at the man he was sure his daughter was in love with, Vernon began to wonder if he made a mistake.

Oh, it was obvious that Sidney Crosby was in love with his daughter. But the feelings of love could fade and given his history, Vernon couldn’t trust that Crosby would do the right thing.

So as a loving father, Vernon pulled Sidney to the side. “I just wanted to ask you something important before I give my blessing to this.”

“Yes, sir,” Sidney responded.

“You know your children will be considered Black?”

Vernon watched Sidney’s face after asking that question. Lust and infatuation was nice but this was his little girl. The last thing he wanted was his daughter hurt because she fell for someone not just clueless but maliciously clueless about race.

Sidney quietly replied, “I know. People will see them as Black and will think the worst of them first.”

Not bad, Vernon thought. He expected a colorblind response.

Then he heard Nina call out, “Dad? Sid? We are about to cut the cake!”

Vernon and Sid both grimaced but for different reasons. Vernon because he couldn’t really have cake because of his diabetes, Sid because cake wasn’t on his meal plan. Vernon told Sidney, “before you start making plans for rings, you need to start thinking about how you are going to start speaking up about race. Think about that.”

Sidney kept Vernon’s words in his mind through the week. Trina had told him what happened in the bathroom that night but Nina told him that his mom had handled it for her. But as he waited for Nina to open her door, Sidney couldn’t help but think what he could do to avoid situations like that from happening for Nina. But words failed as Nina opened the door and gave him a shy smile.

“Hi pretty girl,” Sidney drawled as he walked in, closing the door. He hung up his coat on her coat rack before sitting on Nina’s couch.

“I missed you daddy”

“Missed you, pretty girl. Did you have fun?”

Nina straddled Sid’s thigh and replied, “it was a good time even though UNC lost. The VT campus is beautiful. How was the road trip?”

Sid laughed as Nina played with his hair. “It went well but Geno got hurt. He’ll be out for two weeks.”

“That sucks.”

Sidney hummed his assent as he wrapped an arm around Nina’s waist. He missed his pretty girl and it seemed like she missed him too. They sat there together for several quiet moments before Nina whispered, “I really missed you, daddy. It’s been too long.”

Sidney gave Nina a slow smile as she began to grind on his thigh. He felt the same way as he kissed Nina, soft and slow. Then as they broke apart, the sensual haze on Nina’s face turned into horror. “God damn it,” she muttered.

Sidney frantically asked, “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I just felt my period show up, three days early,” Nina said, rubbing her temples. Her period was cock-blocking her after a couple weeks of no dick and she wanted to die. “I just felt cramps and as much as I’d like to slide to my knees and suck you off, it won’t happen tonight.”

Nina groaned as she closed her eyes, head down. Sidney just started to laugh.

“Cmon, pretty girl. Let’s just watch movies tonight.”

“Movies sound good,” Nina replied, “I just refuse to watch Friends, ever.”

Sidney giggle-honked as Nina moved from straddling his thigh to curling into his lap.

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inglourious-imagines · 5 years ago

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Movie's Magic (Sidney "Sid" Phillips)

Requested by: @laurenoso

Summary: You and Sid are childhood friends. Your big dream had always been to become an actress while Sid decided to leave for war as a Marine. He sees you where he never thought he would.

Author's Note: Finally! Although I'm not pleased with it at all... hope you enjoy anyway. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these!

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The Marines gathered outside for a screening of some film they didn't even know the name of and none of the soldiers could care less. Some men from H Company were on 'leave' there too anxious to relax a bit and stop thinking about the war.

Just like every soldier in the room.

•••

Sidney Phillips was sitting next to Eugene Sledge, both of them drawn to the film. Only 20 minutes passed when a familiar person appeared on the screen. Sid wasn't sure if he's dreaming or if it's really her. She definitely changed a lot, Sid didn't remember she used to be that beautiful.

Some of the soldiers let out a satisfactory moan when they saw her and even some dirty shouts could be heard. Phillips didn't know if it's jealousy or not, but it was slightly uncomfortable for him to hear such comments about the woman.

"Holy crap," Eugene breathed out, "is it really her?"

"I think so." Sid smiled, his eyes not leaving the movie screen for a second.

"I remember she used to have a huge crush on you before the war." the red-head chuckled and nugged his friend's side, "you should have seen her when you enlisted and left. She was so damn worried but couldn't say a word."

"I swear to God, Gene, if you're making fun of me..."

"Am not! I mean it. I've always shipped you guys but you seemed not so interested." Sledge laughed winking at him.

"Shut up!" Sid smirked and pushed him off of the table.

•••

It was a sunny morning and Sid was standing on a ship heading back to the States - wind tangled in his hear, sunlight dancing on his skin and his heart weighted by the never-ending agony. But there was a smile on his face.

Sidney Phillips was coming home. Home. After such a long time! He wasn't sure if he should rejoice or grieve because he's leaving his friends behind even though Sid wasn't afraid about them. He was sure they're gonna make it. He just knew.

However, his mind was occupied mostly by his childhood friend, Y/N, that he saw on Pavuvu screening. He wasn't able to process it. Of course, Sid remembered very well how she used to go on about being an actress for hours. But their relationship was interrupted by the world's biggest conflict and Sid left for war. He didn't write her letters and neither did she. They weren't aware of each other, did not know what happened to the other one.

Until Sid saw her playing in a famous movie in the middle of the Pacific. Y/N made it, she fulfilled her dream and now, he was coming back to a completely a different woman.

•••

Y/N was nervously stepping next to her car on the train station in Mobile. Her plain dress was flowing in the summer breeze and she shivered a little - not because of the cold but because of what the next train might bring with itself.

When the transport stopped right in front of her, she froze in the middle of the movement. Y/N, focusing on the front door, bit her lip.

Please God, let him be okay.

Sidney Phillips got off the train looking fine more than ever, his eyes landing on immediately on Y/N.

"Holy shit," the soldier whispered and with a few large steps he embraced her in his arms.

"You don't even know how happy I'm to see you." she mumbled into his neck and pressed herself even closer to him. Y/N could hear his fast hearbeat and she'd swear that he could hear hers too.

"Believe me I know. I missed you." Sid replied pulling away after a long time of holding the other one and processing the fact that they are back together. Only Eugene was missing from their group.

"Me too, Mr Phillips. I prepared some food for you, you must be hungry from the long journey." she grinned as she gestured towards her own vehicle.

"That is your car?" Sidney exclained staring at the beautiful red cabriolet that must have cost a fortune.

Y/N just laughed and the blond soldier thought that this was the most beautiful thing he'd heard in his whole life.

•••

"This is so damn good, Y/N." Sid mumbled with a full mouth of the italian lasagne she prepared for him. Y/N blushed slightly at his compliment and winked at him, "It's the least I can do for my soldier."

"So I'm yours, hey?"

"Don't get any ideas, Phillips."

"Dating an actress? I'd like that."

"Shut up," she laughed throwing a handkerchief at him.

"Really, Y/N? Really?" he smirked picking up the piece of cloth, "you haven't changed a bit."

But you did. I can see it in your eyes.

They finished their food in silence catching the other one staring every other minute. Sidney threw her a flashing smile every single time so by the end of the lunch Y/N was a blushing mess.

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you. Well, ask you actually." Sid suddenly calmed and look at her deeply with a little innocent smile on his face.

"God, you're so beautiful." he breathed out as he took her by her hand. "Do you think that you would do me the honour of taking you out for a dinner?"

"A date with a soldier? I'd like that." she mimicked him blushing at his offer.

"Damn Y/N, you just have to ruin the moment every time." Sid laughed as he shook head at the woman in front of him that he fell in love such a long time ago but realised only a few days ago.

"You better shut up and kiss me, Phillips."

"Yes, ma'am."

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athingthatwantsvirginia · 5 years ago

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Of Princess Bride Past

PART THIRTY-TWO OF THE DO YOU SEE HER FACE? SERIES

Pairing: Jess Mariano x Original Character (Ella Stevens)

Warnings: plentiful pop culture references

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Ella plays piano for the first time in a long while.

Rushing up the stairs to the apartment, Ella almost tripped more than once. The main floor of Truncheon was empty, books shut and the sign on the front door turned to Closed. Rain showered down hard, and all manner of umbrella patterns could be seen on the sidewalk outside. Her own umbrella, collapsed and dripping, sat next to the front door. She’d practically thrown it down in her hurry. Biting down on her cheek, she was nearly out of breath by the time she made it through the apartment door. Everyone was mingling in the living room, nursing beers and waiting for the last member of the group to arrive. They looked up at the sound of her huffy entrance and offered greetings.

She barely gave anyone a glance as she hung up her raincoat and began undoing her french braid on her walk to the bedroom. “Sorry, sorry. Just give me five minutes and I won’t look like a bank teller anymore.”

Seven o’clock had come and gone, and she had still been stuck in the lecture hall, while her advisor gave her notes on the presentation in art history. All in all, her advisor had been impressed. But she was not one for brevity, and Ella had taken several anxious peeks at her watch during the review. It was the last day of class before spring break, and Ella was eager for the week off. She’d been so busy with midterms, she hadn’t been able to make it to any of Leo’s recent gigs. But he was due on stage at Keeley’s between eight and eight-thirty. And there was no way she was going to the show dressed in her blazer and pencil skirt, gray and stiff. She’d worn it only because one of the oldest men on the entire faculty had been sitting in on her presentation, and Ella had heard about his penchant for professionalism.

Ella thought she heard Chris yell some crack at her outfit after her, but she had already slammed the bedroom door. She stripped out of her clothes, throwing them in the hamper with disdain. She hoped it would be some time before she would have to wear anything of the sort again. Opening up a dresser drawer, she ran her eyes over prospective outfits for the night.

Breathing a frustrated sigh, she pulled a grayish-purple babydoll dress over her head and went to sit down on the bed to tug on her fishnets. After having appraised herself in the mirror above the dresser, she decided her makeup was decent enough and touch-ups would be unnecessary. She was wearing far less than normal, anyway. She had a feeling the ancient history professor who sat in wouldn’t exactly smile upon thick eyeliner or dark lipstick. The need to change her look simply to please the man made her skin crawl, but she could see no other way out. He had once ordered a graduate student out from behind the podium because his shirt had a stain.

The next time she was in class, though, she would be back in her grungy attire. Just putting on the fishnets made her feel more comfortable than she had been all day. She reached under the bed, grabbed her Doc Martens, and laced them up faster than she previously thought was humanly possible.

She was about to go back out into the living room, prepared to return to the flooded streets at a moment’s notice. But then she passed the mirror again and, on second thought, decided she simply couldn’t stand not doing something interesting with her face. She swiped on some dark wine-colored lipstick and gave herself a tiny cateye with a trained, precise hand. Having done winged liner on and off since high school, she found practice had made her skilled enough to get it right on the first try about half the time. It was perhaps her greatest accomplishment in life.

Grabbing her secondhand leather jacket, she trudged back out into the living room. She ran her fingers through her hair a few more times, untangling the remnants of her braid and smoothing down the dark blonde waves.

“We wouldn’t have been late even if we left thirty minutes from now,” Matthew said, standing up with Mabel by his side.

“Well, on time is late, and early is on time,” she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

Chris rolled his eyes as he also rose, from his armchair, and made his way to the coat rack. “Were you the hall monitor or something in high school?”

Jess snorted a laugh, his nose still buried in a Hunter Thompson book where he sat on the couch. “Far from it.”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean, Mariano?” she asked, furrowing her brows.

Smirking, Jess shut his book and tossed it on the coffee table. He went to grab his black jacket, while everyone mingled by the door, ready to brave the weather on the short walk to Keeley’s. “You threatened to stab me the first time you met me.”

“With a butterknife,” Ella countered defensively.

The rest of the group snickered, exiting the apartment and filing down the stairs.

“Ah, young love,” Chris teased. His pale cheeks were rosy, his blue eyes wide with excitement. Despite how much of a pain in the ass he could be, Ella felt her heart warmed to see how proud he was of his boyfriend.

“I thought he was trying to rob the diner,” Ella continued, grabbing her umbrella again before they went out onto the grimy, damp streets.

The rain had lessened slightly, to a chilly drizzle, but was still wet against her face. Jess took the umbrella from her, then interlaced their fingers with his free hand. She glanced up at him in thanks, and he winked in response. She could feel the scar from where the knife had sliced him the night they planned for their first date.

“Quite the menace, was he?” Matthew asked over his shoulder. Mabel had her arm linked with his, following along with the conversation. They had known her for a few weeks, but Ella suspected she hadn’t quite become comfortable. She was more timid than Ella expected for an actress, but she was truly sweet. Wore her heart on her sleeve, a quality Ella also recognized in Matthew.

“Oh yeah. Dennis was his middle name,” Ella smiled nostalgically. “Think if Sid Vicious and Elvis had a baby. Whose big moves are stealing gnomes and doing close-up magic.”

Chris laughed out loud, nudging Jess in the ribs. Jess blushed, glaring at Ella.

“Aw, were you a little Criss Angel wannabe?” Chris crooned, mocking.

Jess rolled his eyes. “I was not. It seemed to charm Eleanor just fine, anyhow.”

“I was young and misguided,” she said wistfully.

“And you were tripping over your own feet at least once a week,” Jess chimed in. “Though, not much has changed on that front.”

Ella scoffed. “You worked at Walmart.”

“You bought a Train album!”

“That was one time!”

“Once is plenty!”

Staring at him for a long moment, she finally uttered a defeated sigh. “You’re right. Train sucks.”

“Sure does,” Chris chimed in with an amused grin, then shook his head at them fondly and linked up ahead with Mabel and Matthew.

“You’ve won the battle, Mariano,” she warned, pointing a finger at him. “Not the war.”

“Believe me, I know,” he replied, squeezing her hand affectionately, a smirk on his face. “How’d your presentation go today?”

Ella’s face lost a bit of its mirth and she shrugged, dejected. “Okay, I think. My advisor said I was talking too fast, but otherwise I did well. We’ll see.”

“I bet they didn’t know what hit ‘em, honey. I mean, we practiced like fifty times. You had it word-for-word last night,” he said, growing more earnest. “I’m sure you were amazing.”

She averted her eyes from him. “Maybe. I felt like I was getting suffocated up there wearing those clothes, though.”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t the worst outfit,” Jess said. “It had a certain American Psycho thing going for it.”

“And that’s good?” she asked with a doubtful chuckle.

“Not good, per say, but definitely interesting,” he replied, nonchalant. “I can’t believe you can do things like that. Just get up there and speak. I would pass out on the spot.”

“Well, then I’m glad you’ve got a job where you can be all Phantom of the Opera and hide out in that tiny office all day,” she said with a grin.

Over the past few weeks, the guys had finally turned the back rooms of Truncheon, previously just storage space, into offices. Each one could barely hold a desk, but they were enough. Jess had already collected an impressive pile of books in one corner. The Hudson River sketch sat in a small frame next to his bulky, aged computer.

“Yep. Counting my blessings,” he quipped flatly as they approached the bar.

. . .

For once, the St. Patrick’s Day decorations hung year-round at Keeley’s were semi-appropriate, with the holiday having been only a week past. They shone, green and tacky, in the yellow light of the main room. Leo sat on a stool on the small stage, doing his final number. An array of instruments were set out around him: guitars, tambourines, a keyboard, a bass. His closing song was played on a ruan, a Chinese lute he’d bought as a teen on a trip to visit his grandparents, when he was just beginning to write his own music. Ella thought it was perhaps his versatility that made Leo such an incredible musician. As only a half-decent piano player, she couldn’t imagine learning something with strings or sticks. She had no idea how he had picked up so many different skills.

Chris, Matthew and Mabel were all floating in the middle distance somewhere between buzzed and fully drunk, nursing local beers and watching Leo with thoughtful, glazed eyes. Both Jess and Ella sipped on club soda, sat in the booth across the table from their friends. No matter how much Ella insisted she didn’t care if Jess drank, he never really did. He thought it was a pretty good idea, considering his own mother’s history with addiction. And what was the point of being drunk if Ella wasn’t going to be drunk with him? It would be no fun if he couldn’t go on the ride with her, anyway.

The crowd had been lively when they first arrived, tables packed and customers chatty. But as the evening wore on, parties left, congestion dissipated. A few lonely individuals sat solemnly at the main bar. Leo had a moderately receptive audience, though the band performing before him had a bit more notoriety and a larger fan-base. By the final number, only the five of them remained at their half-table, half-booth, looking on with pride and intrigue. Ella thought she had never seen Chris smile so big as he did at Leo’s gigs. The starry gaze was a bit saccharine, but most of the time it was tolerable, and even cute.

“He’s really good,” Mabel said softly as Leo reached the instrumental.

“Isn’t he?” Ella whispered back across the table emphatically.

Mabel nodded, her bright brown eyes sparkling. “His voice kinda reminds me of The Smiths”

Ella’s smile widened. “I love them!”

“Oh, they were basically all I listened to in high school,” Mabel said, nodding in agreement.

“Not you too,” Jess chagrined from beside Ella, his arm around her shoulders.

“What?” Mabel asked, raising one of her thick eyebrows. Ella wished she could have Mabel’s eyebrows. They seemed to be shaped perfectly, and didn’t even need to be filled in.

“Jess thinks he’s too good for indie,” Ella said.

“No, I just never find myself in the mood to listen to some guy whine into the microphone,” Jess said, scoffing slightly.

Ella shook her head in disappointment. “It’s poetry!”

“Even worse,” Jess retorted.

She rolled her eyes at him, but didn’t respond as Leo began singing again. Jess’s fingers ghosted over her shoulder up and down, making pleasant goosebumps rise on her freckled skin. As Leo’s voice rolled gently over the last few words of the song, Ella closed her eyes and felt the notes vibrate in her chest. Jess looked over and found her looking calm, far away inside her mind as she listened. He pressed a kiss to her hair and a tiny smile passed over her lips, though she didn’t open her eyes until the final chord finished its reverberation through the room. The five of them erupted in cheers and applause, which sounded scant in the nearly empty place. Leo smirked at them from the stage and gave a mocking bow.

“They say the underground following is the most devoted,” he muttered into the mic, stripping off his ruan. Then, he looked up at the large clock across the room. “But since we’ve still got ten minutes left, why don’t we get secret musical prodigy Ella Stevens up here?”

Ella’s brow crinkled with confusion, and her smile faltered. “What?”

“You never told me about the piano thing! C’mon, take advantage of this keyboard,” Leo called over the mic.

She glared over at Chris, who pretended not to feel her eyes on him. “What did you tell him?”

After a moment, Chris slowly craned his neck in her direction. “Who? Me?”

“Asshole,” she hissed under her breath, narrowing her eyes.

“Hey, I was simply relaying what little interesting information exists about you,” he said, raising his hands in surrender.

Ella ran her finger horizontal across her neck, a teasing threat.

“We don’t have all night, Ella,” Leo continued into the mic.

“Yeah, let’s hear it, Ella. I’m sure you’re great,” Mabel said genuinely, leaning over the table, conspiratory and cheerful. The positivity would have been annoying if Mabel were not so down-to-earth.

“Agreed,” Matthew chimed in.

Ella laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “No one wants to subject their ears to that, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Stevens. I was pretty starstruck the one time I heard you play in all six years I’ve known you,” Jess smirked, eyebrows raised.

“Judas,” she spat at him, removing his arm from her shoulder.

“If you can get up in front of two hundred people to talk about the effect of the lost generation on modern art, you can do this, Daria,” he continued, unphased by her grouchiness.

Heaving an ambivalent sigh, she listened to their persistent encouragement. Then, with one final huff of obstinacy, she stood from the table and marched up to the stage. She flipped them off behind her head as they gave hoots of satisfaction and Leo set the keyboard up at the front of the stage, with the stool and microphone.

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” she whispered to Leo.

He gave a nod, humoring her. “Yes, I fear you.”

“Well,” she said sardonically, sitting down and watching as he descended the stairs. “In a minute, you’ll pity me. I did not inherit my mother’s talent!”

She felt her heart expand when she saw Chris give Leo a congratulatory kiss before they settled into their seats next to each other. Then, she rolled her eyes at herself for not sticking to her ill will, and dropped her eyes to the keys. They were shiny white and black, newer but less charming than the piano at Miss Patty’s. Her fingers were poised over the keys, and she swallowed dryly, remembering. She’d couldn’t quite place when the last time she’d played had been.

Glancing up nervously, biting the inside of her cheek, she caught Jess’s eye. He threw her another wink and she let out a scoff at him. The longer she sat up there, the more her heart slowed. She straightened her back, felt herself regaining the old position. Resisting the urge to tug anxiously at her earring, she flipped for a moment through her mental catalogue. Then, she cleared her throat and let a small, wicked grin cross her lips.

“Fine. But this is your funeral, everyone,” she quipped. “This song is dedicated to Chris, who is fucking wrong about Joni Mitchell.”

A final, slight shake of her head and she launched into “Blue.” Her fingers were rusty and creaky, but the song flowed out of her as though she had just learned it. She couldn’t sing nearly as high as was necessary for an exact recreation, but she was getting at more of a tuned down interpretation. Her voice was raspy, and Jess was never surprised how much she identified with Stevie Nicks. Though recently, there had been more Amy Winehouse spinning on the turntable. And Ella knew she could never sound remotely like Amy Winehouse.

The stage light was whitish and soft, and Jess could feel his heart do a skip at the sight of her. She wasn’t the greatest musical talent, but it wasn’t pure talent which made her breathtaking to him. It was the way her eyes shut and her voice lilted with emotion. How she lit up so wholly when she played. And how fearless she had always been, putting herself out there with not a care in the world for what others thought of her. No stage fright, only perfectionism holding her back. She was only ever completely herself, perhaps what he admired most about her. His intrepid artist, with dimples and green flecks in her eyes and messy hair and a fashion sense not quite like anyone else. Warmth filled his heart and his body and his mind, and he could only watch her with a tiny smirk on his face. And he had never felt so sure of anything before.

. . .

The cap of the red pen was clamped between her teeth, her back against the wall, Nietzche staring overhead. Suppressing a yawn, she placed brackets around a paragraph she liked particularly well. Her first read-through of the new book had taken almost no time at all, as she devoured Jess’s prose fervently. She’d suggested some revisions, added some comments, without being asked. Jess insisted she didn’t have to do that work for him, especially not for free, but she told him she simply enjoyed it. It reminded her of the days when they wrote notes to each other in borrowed texts, those which ended up sitting in a shared pile, all mixed together, in their bedroom. And he had only smiled in response. Once again, it had shocked him how invested she could be in art. Not that he would ever call his writing ‘art,’ especially how much he despised his first novel upon rereading. But Ella asked for the second draft once he had revised, offering her critical eye, if he wanted it. He did, of course. And she was nearly done. There were noticeable improvements, and several new sections. It was coming together before her eyes, and sometimes she wanted to tear up out of pride.

Breeze seeped in through the draughty window, and she tugged the blanket up over herself a little more. Her impromptu performance at the bar, which ended with her flustered in the wake of everyone’s compliments even though she was aware she was nothing compared to Leo, had left her jittery and awake. Even after the presentation at school. Not exactly anxious, but charged with pseudo energy. She was only riding it until the crash. Jess wasn’t snoring yet, and she knew he wasn’t asleep, but dozing. Midnight had already passed into the early morning, and the rain was picking up again, pounding on the roof above them. Every so often, Ella looked precariously up at the water spot near the bedroom door.

Sighing faintly, she turned the page, more semi-stream-of-consciousness insights after a perspective shift. She had to commend him on his recent experimentation. She hadn’t expected it. Her face softened as she read the next paragraph, a new addition to the draft. It was through the eyes of the main character as he watched a woman paint a mural on a nondescript city street.

Racing, racing, racing of his heart, beating against his ribs like footsteps at the sight of the woman. Eyes from bottom to top, from battered shoes to patterned skirt and button-up shirt, protected by a dirty, threadbare apron. Strangers, he thought, strangers everywhere with separate stories to tell, unaware of his thoughts or his feelings or his words or his face. She looked like she belonged, despite her complete uniquity. He couldn’t imagine looking so established in any place, so uniform in unconformity. He wondered who she was painting it for, the ghostly figure surrounded by dead flowers and trash, a vision of the post-industrial American wasteland. Not many people were likely to see it under the bridge, which looked like where teenagers would come to smash light bulbs and kiss each other with teeth clashing together and sweat out their last bit of rebellion. He wondered who had assigned her the location, if she had chosen it herself, if she was painting only for herself.

The intensity in her eyes told him she could have been, green pools of vigor and concentration as he approached, boots rhythmic on the cracked sidewalk. A tragedy, he thought suddenly, staring at her near-finished creation, she was painting a tragedy and she knew it. She could feel it. He saw it not so much in her form as in the eyes of the ghost in the painting, hollow and desolate, with a single jewel of color in the middle. The rest of the piece was only in shades of gray, a hopelessness exacerbated by more small, foolish hope. He almost laughed under his breath, instead allowing his eyes to fall back on her as he passed around her, leaving considerable space between them. He didn’t want to interfere, break her focus, not that she looked as though she could ever be shaken by anything. Their eyes locked for only a moment, as she stepped back to regard her work. She didn’t smile, she didn’t frown, she only saw. She saw, and then she was out of sight again. And another story was behind him.

Smirking slightly as she read, she capped the pen again once she had finished. And she placed the manuscript on the bedside table neatly next to her. She switched off the last lamp and settled down into the sheets. Jess breathed deeply, stirring at her movements. She turned over on one side to face him, their noses only inches apart.

“Jess?” she asked.

“Hm?” he hummed, eyes cracking open.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I’m getting there,” he shrugged, though they both knew it wasn’t exactly the truth.

Ella nodded. “Well, I got to the part where he sees the woman painting the mural. And I have to say, I think I recognize the influences.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Maybe James Joyce wasn’t completely incoherent. It wasn’t serious, though. It was meant to be making fun of his adolescent emotionality, like Stephen in Portrait.”

“Ah, I think I’ve officially converted you,” she said, her smile growing wider.

“I think you’re speaking too soon,” he replied.

“Agree to disagree.” Her tone was light and sincere as she continued, though her smile shrank. “Did you really love me when you first saw me?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s it, Chatty Kathy?” she asked, eyebrows raised in annoyance.

Jess sighed. “Well, what do you wanna know?”

“I don’t know. I’m trying to understand it,” she said, studying his face with narrowed eyes. If he knew the section she had just read, he shouldn’t have been surprised by the question. Besides, she had been wondering for a while. How someone who had been bitten by the world so many times could still believe something so romantic. In a way, she was envious, and in another way, she was scared for him. “Why did you tell me it was that day in the gazebo?”

He paused for a long moment, running his hand over his mouth. She could see his grandfather’s necklace peeking out from the collar of his t-shirt and glinting in the moonlight, which streamed through the window. He barely ever took it off.

“Well, first of all, I knew there was no chance you’d run away with me if you thought I was crazy enough to believe in love at first sight,” he explained slowly, trying to ignore the embarrassed squirming in his stomach. “I was trying not to scare you off. Shocking, I know, considering what a Romeo and Juliet stunt I was pulling.”

“He could’ve just waited to drink the poison,” she agreed, earning her a chuckle.

“And, at the time,” he continued, growing a bit more confident in his articulation, “I wasn’t even sure. For a long time, I couldn’t figure out when I fell in love with you. Eventually, I realized the reason was because I had been in love with you the entire time.”

She hummed, her brows furrowing inquisitively. “I just can’t imagine it.”

“Which is why the amount of poetry you read will never make sense,” he said. Then, after a moment more of gathering his thoughts: “And it’s not the same kind of love. It’s still love, but it’s not the same as what I felt after I got to know you.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

Breathing out a long breath, Jess searched again for the right phrases.

“I don’t know, Stevens,” he admitted, biting down on his lip for a moment. “Maybe it’s more like I knew I would love you. I saw you, and I knew I loved you before I knew why I loved you. Now, I know why.”

She nodded earnestly against her pillow, damp hair smelling of lavender. “Curiouser and curiouser, Mariano.”

“Not to the Hemingway fans among us,” he said.

“Well, Hemingway fans are the biggest romantics. It’s a universal law,” she replied, voice growing heavier with fatigue. Finally, it seemed, the rush of the night was wearing off, replaced by a tranquil ease she hadn’t expected. Spring break was long overdue.

“So I’ve heard,” he replied fondly. “I told you the first time we met, y’know.”

“What?”

“That I loved you.”

She furrowed her brows suspiciously, a smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. “I think I would’ve remembered that.”

“Well, I didn’t say it in so many words.” Jess’s eyes twinkled with teasing, and she scoffed.

“You did not.”

“Yes, I certainly did.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious, Daria.”

Her face lost its brevity as she saw he was, in fact, serious, despite how cocky he sounded. Playing the memory over in her mind, she was hit was nostalgia and confusion. Humming Stevie Nicks, spilling salt, empty threats, cleaning tables with Jess following behind her, never losing his wiseass remarks or his sarcastic grin. Then, after a moment, it hit her. As you wish. She had hardly noticed it at the time. Only a reference, leading to their first argument over movies versus books. The words Wesley had spoken to Buttercup in The Princess Bride as a way of saying 'I love you.' She never even considered its meaning.

She let out a breathy, surprised chuckle. Meeting his eyes again, she shoved his shoulder playfully and flipped onto her back. She stared up at the ceiling, noticing the water spot again. The raindrops pattered a steady beat. “Fuck off.”

“What?” he asked, propping himself up on one elbow and tilting his head at her in amused askance.

“Jesus. That is so...sweet and wonderful. And fucking cheesy. Makes me sick,” she said, though she grinned through her words. She sighed and shook her head slightly, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose as she giggled again. “I don’t know whether to murder you or marry you.”

His breath caught in his throat for a second, but he regained his composure before she opened her eyes again and smiled up at him. “Well, maybe meet me in the middle and let’s get our own apartment?”

“Really?” she asked. So much information was flying at her, she didn’t know which thread to latch onto. And, unbeknownst to Jess, she was fighting the lump in her throat. She may have been a realist, but she wasn’t heartless. And she wondered how long she would be able to hold off the tears that threatened to spill over. A deep, aching love spread throughout her. It almost made her dizzy with joy. As you wish, he had said. It played over in her head suddenly, as though she had just heard it.

“Yeah,” he said, averting his gaze hesitantly. “It doesn’t have to be right away. There’ll probably be more leases in the summer once all the students go home. But I thought...maybe we’d have room for a keyboard or something. An easel, too. And we could stop hearing Chris and Matthew argue over which place has the best burritos at three in the morning. What do you think?”

“We could get an actual shelf for all your books,” she said, holding her smile.

“Yeah. You could organize them whatever way, if you want.” Jess tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he spoke, then leaving his hand to rest on her cheek. “Or, I could do it. There is a method to my madness, y’know.”

“Okay, I’ll definitely need a couple months to decide whether to do color coordination or alphabetical order, then,” she said.

Jess chuckled. “Yeah, we’ll take some time. But...you want to?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, James Dean,” she whispered softly. She placed a gentle hand on the back of his neck, and brought him in to place a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled against her, nerves calming and body relaxing with her touch.

As they broke apart, he laid back down on his side, drawing her closer to him with an arm over her waist.

“I love you, Mariano,” she said, eyes fluttering shut.

“Love you back, Stevens,” he replied, thinking he may not be able to handle the pleasant butterflies erupting in his middle.

She breathed in contentedly. “And your new book is the next Great American Novel.”

“I doubt the New York Times will think so.”

“Well, I do,” she said simply. “You’re the fucking best.”

“It’s been said,” he quipped, finally shutting his own eyes. Their words had turned to murmurs, cozy and soft beneath the sound of the rain.

“But, I especially love how humble you are,” she added, yawning against the back of her hand.

“Right back at ya,” he deadpanned.

Snorting a laugh, Ella shifted so she was flush against him, warm in the cold room. And, by the time the sun rose through the breaking clouds, the rain had stopped completely.

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Please Welcome on Stage: Z-Boys

KPop is probably the current music industry that’s fast growing and has immersed in almost every country. It has also penetrated very vast market from the States, Australia, Europe, to Asia. One of currently sought-after KPop group bands is Z-Boys, a group of 7 multicultural members under Zenith Media Contents. Similar as Z-Girls, Z-Boys is created to become the bridge of cultural differences in Asia.

Blink from Thailand, Gai from Japan, Josh from the Philippines, Mavin from Indonesia, Perry from Taiwan, Roy from Vietnam and Sid from India. Z-Boys has recently released their second single called Holla Holla, the boys also did a showcase in the Philippines after visiting Vietnam and Indonesia beforehand.

Could you share the background story on how Z-Boys were formed?

Mavin: “So the group was created through auditions held in each country, and thankfully we all got through the auditions until the end. All the final participants were sent to Korea to receive a 3 months exclusive training. February 23rd marked our debut with No Limit through our showcase at the Jamsil Indoor Stadium with our fellow sister group, Z-Girls. And now we just released our second single called Holla Holla.”

Josh: “Also, the Z in our group actually means Z generation, which is for kids who were born post-1995.”

About the dancing routine—what is the hardest dance style or singing note?

Roy: “Actually, every routine has its own difficulties, thus we have to work extremely hard to show the best results for the fans out there. Also this is actually our dream, so we need to pull off every obstacle out there.”

Do you guys have your own fave song and why? Also, Who is your current favorite musician?

Sid: “We love all of them equally, however, to be honest, the second single is our main focus right now, and if we compare all of them, we kinda gravitate towards Holla Holla more.”

Blink:

“There are so many groups that we look up to, but we honestly love and respect BTS so much. They put out such a great example for all of us and we’d like to be like them one day.”

Roy: “We’d love to perform in a big stage.”

Mavin: “Apart from KPop groups, for me, personally I like Bruno Mars a lot, because for me, he’s a great musician—he produces his own music, he’s incredibly talented in dancing also. The way I see him is that he’s an all-rounder.”

Josh: “We look up after many KPop groups, but we don’t define ourselves as a KPop group, because we produce our song with Asia as our target or our main focus.”

And now that you have fans all around the world, what do you want to say to your Indonesian fans?

Josh:

As a group, we’re still growing and we’re still in a process to find our way to reach our out to Galax-Z, we hope that they won’t get tired of showering us with supports and love.”

Sid:

“I think we’re progressing really well, and that we won’t stop working hard, and for you Indonesian fans, we would love to say thank you so much for your love and support, because it means so much to us. You guys have been there with us since the very beginning, it means the world to us and we meant it, so saya cinta kalian.”

We understand that you have a tight schedule, but if you guys have a spare time, what do you usually do? Your hobbies.

Perry: “First of all, we barely have free time other than Sunday, so for me, I love to travel around the city, so when I have a free time, I’d like to find some cool spots.”

Mavin:

“When we’re about to release new tunes or other big projects, we don’t have much time because we like to practice during our days off. But we like to sometimes look around and do some window shopping.”

Blink: “I love to shop during my days off, I’d like to go around and find some cool stuffs, other than that, I’ll probably just watch some movies and chill.”

Sid: “Probably just sitting around with my laptop and let ideas come to mind, lyrics wise. Enjoying the music and let myself drown in music and in the process. I’d like to watch some movies as well.”

Josh: “I like to stay inside with some good movies, but when I’m in the mood, I probably go out and hunt for new shoes.”

Gai: “I’d like to get some rest. Just have a day to really get a good sleep.”

Roy: “As we mentioned it before, we don’t have much time to rest, so when we do, I’d like to use it get some rest, and sometimes to shop as well.”

Best thing of being a Z-Boys?

Roy:

“I can learn many cultural things from fellow members. I feel like it’s easy to solve any problems if you’re coming from the same country, language wise. But what each of us is totally different, thus we often fight, cry, but also laugh together and those what I love the most from being in this group—the realness.”

Josh: “Another thing I love from being a Z-Boy, apart from what Roy has mentioned, I’m glad that it’s us that are chosen to represent each of the country. It’s a pressure indeed, but it’s also an honor to represent each country and we’re ready to take it on.”

Sid: “To share various cultures in one group. We get the chance to get to know each other and about the culture, and then we make music together. Sharing playlist, and to maintain a good connection with one another, so I feel proud.”

Blink: “That everything about us is unique that makes us stand out even more.”

Mavin: “Having a brother in law in every country so whenever I go to Asia, I have no more worries because I have them to guide me. I’ll be very proud to visit their countries.”

Perry:

“In Taiwan, there are no boybands, it’s quite segmented—there are only actors, actresses, and models, so I feel extremely grateful and special to be in Z-Boys and promote my country as the representative.”

What’s next for Z-Boys in the future?

Josh: “We just had a showcase in Indonesia and in the Philippines on September 21st. And after that hopefully, we’ll be releasing out our 3rd single soon.”

Roy:

“We’d like to be the cultural bridge to any cultural differences and we hope that we can give the movement to the world so please keep on supporting us.”

Josh:

“We want to inspire youngsters, because just like them, we start our dreams from the scratch so we’d love to show them that you shouldn’t give up on your dreams.”

Sid:

“Definitely, keep aiming your dreams high because you can do anything and go anywhere through your dreams.”

source: https://letterf.id/please-welcome-on-stage-z-boys/

#z-boys #z-pop #zboys #zpop #e:holla holla #m:the f thing #e:interview #191029 #zpop 1st gen

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pinkvilla · 6 years ago

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Kiara Advani opens up on link up rumours with Sidharth Malhotra; Read on

Kiara Advani is all geared up as her film Kabir Singh is all set to hit the screens soon. She stars alongside Sidharth Malhotra in the film. Kiara has been a part of 3-4 interesting film and has an amazing line up ahead. However, a few months ago, she was in the news due to the link up rumours with Sidharth Malhotra.

In an interview with Times of India, the Lust Stories actress was asked about the link-up rumours with Sid. Kiara said that they are all alleged stories which were reported. She added that earlier she used to read such stories and get upset. However, now she laughs at them and it's fun. Kiara said, "Over the time, I have realised that it is part and parcel of the industry business."

In Kabir Singh, Shahid Kapoor's character is heartbroken after Kiara leaves him. When the actress was asked about her heartbreak in real life, she shared that she fell in love and had an affair when she was in 10th. The actress said that they immediately broke up as she was in 10th and her mom yelled at her as she needs to concentrate on her studies.

Meanwhile, Kiara Advani will be next seen in the film Good News and Laxmmi Bomb.

Also read: Avengers: Endgame photo featuring Robert Downey Jr with onscreen daughter has us screaming, 'I love you 3000'

#kiara advani #siddharth malhotra #rumors #Bollywood

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thewyloren · 6 years ago

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Day One - Scream *SPOILERS ABOUND - YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!*

Scream (1996 - Rated R) Directed by Wes Craven. Starring Neve Campbell, Skeet Ulrich, Courteney Cox, and Drew Barrymore.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?”

What was once an innocent question is now an iconic line from 1996′s slasher classic, Scream. While director Wes Craven is known best for A Nightmare on Elm Street where he was also a writer, Craven did not pen Scream. The story comes from the mind of Kevin Williamson who went on to work on I Know What You Did Last Summer, and The Faculty; also horror films involving teens, so let’s say he’d found his niche. It’s not too surprising to learn Williamson also created the hit teen series Dawson’s Creek.

If you’ve never seen Scream before, the killer is disguised in a halloween costume which is coined later as “Ghost Face Killer.” He terrorizes high schoolers of Woodsboro, mainly Sidney Prescott, daughter of a woman brutally murdered a year earlier. But her killer was put behind bars, so it couldn’t possibly be the same guy. Right?

Scream grabs you within the first five minutes. Poor innocent Casey Becker, played by Drew Barrymore, is home alone, about to start a movie and chill, when a phone call disguised as a wrong number turns into a game of cat and mouse, leaving her gutted, hanging from a tree for her parents to find. One must always remember the killer from Friday the 13th is, in fact, not Jason Voorhees, but his mother. Better luck next time, Casey.

Killed within ten minutes of the movie, one has to wonder why on earth a star like Barrymore would agree to play that part. According to Barrymore herself, she wanted that role. While she was sought out to play the lead role of Sidney Prescott, once reading the script, she asked for the role of Casey. Writer Williamson originally wanted actress Alicia Silverstone (Clueless) for the role of Casey. As if! Barrymore nailed it, solidifying herself as an official Scream Queen with her memorable and iconic scene.

While audiences are recovering from Casey’s shocking death, we’re introduced to the main protagonist, Sidney Prescott, played by fresh faced Neve Cambell, star of The Craft and drama series Party of Five. Portrayed immediately as young and naive, we see her being pressured to be more sexual by her boyfriend Billy Loomis, played by cutie Skeet Ulrich, donning his best Johnny Depp look. Depp stars in Nightmare on Elm Street, so maybe Craven figured that “look” was part of some kind of horror film formula for success. Who knows?

We learn Sidney and Billy have been dating for two years. My first thought? Two years and this guy is still whining about her being a virgin? Dumpppp himmmmm. But apparently it wasn’t always like this. The beginning of their relationship started out hot and heavy (but which relationship doesn’t, amirite?) then somewhere it falters... Sidney grows a bit cold as far as physical touch goes. Ah hah. That would be when her mom was brutally raped and murdered.

The quaint (but rather rich... I mean, everyone’s living in these huge fancy farmhouses and none of these kids seem to have jobs, other than Randy, whom I’ll get back to soon) town of Woodsboro is shooketh. They haven’t seen crime like this since Sid’s mom.

With Sid’s dad out of town for work, Sid waits around for her best friend Tatum (Rose McGowen) to pick her up for a sleepover. Sid gets a prank call and assumes its their friend Randy. Told you I’d come back to him. Randy works at a video store and makes many references to scary movies. In fact, the movie itself is very meta. Lots of name dropping and parallels to other horror classics. “Randy” gets Sid to chat about scary movies where Sid confesses she hates them because they’re all the same. “The big breasted actress that can’t act always runs upstairs instead of outside; it’s insulting” (I’m paraphrasing) which is comical because once she learns the voice on the phone is not Randy, and the person calling is actually in the house and attacks her, she can’t get out the front door, forcing her to run upstairs.

Hiding herself in her bedroom, Billy pops into the window and a cell phone falls out of his pocket. Dun dun dun! All signs point to Billy! There’s no way it can’t not be Billy! But we are so conditioned by Scooby Doo as kids. It’s never who we think it is. There’s always a red herring. There’s always a twist. So while we believe they want us to think it’s Billy, we’re smarter than that. We know it can’t really be him. Because where’s the fun in that? Giving away the killer so soon? Nah bruh. We’ll wait for the big epic “ah HA, I knew it wasn’t Billy” moment.

After a pit stop at the police station where both Sid and Billy are questioned, Sid stays over at Tatum’s house where the killer phones yet again, accusing Sid of “fingering the wrong guy again.” Whoa, whaaat? The wrong guy? AGAIN?

It’s not long after we learn that Sidney testified against her mother’s killer, Cotton Weary, putting him away for good. Tabloid journalist (think today’s TMZ) Gale Weathers played by Courteney Cox in a horrid neon green dress suit believes in Cotton’s innocence. She made bank writing a book about the tragic event surrounding Sid’s mom and Sid ain’t too happy about it.

Running into Billy at school, Sid and Billy chit chat about how the anniversary of the death of her mother is coming up and Billy thinks Sid should just “get over it” already. Because he got over his father leaving a year ago. Because that’s totally the same thing.

Boyfriend of the year right there. What a sociopath. Here’s where we get back on board thinking “Yeah maybe it’s Billy... who else could it be?”

The town of Woodsboro is put on a curfew until the police can get to the bottom of things. But kids will be kids and kids will have parties when parents are away and why are the parents always away? Randy and Stu (Stu would be Tatum’s goofy boyfriend played by over-the-top Matthew Lillard, and Stu just happens to be Billy’s ride or die) chat about Billy. Randy thinks Billy’s the killer. Stu laughs, but defends his buddy. The signs are starting to point more towards Sid’s dad. The police haven’t been able to get ahold of him. And when they checked the phone records for the calls made to Sid, they weren’t coming from Billy’s phone, but rather Sid’s dad’s phone. Uh oh. Could it be with the anniversary of mom’s death, dad is finally losing it?

At Stu’s house, teens are drinking beer and watching scary movies, provided by Randy. The killer’s there and Tatum meets her end, getting stuck in a doggy door and her neck snapping. Billy shows up to the house after this happens, again, making us believe he’s the killer. No one cares about Tatum’s whereabouts I guess, and Sidney slips away with Billy, upstairs. Two high schoolers headed upstairs into a bedroom, what could possibly happen next? Downstairs, Randy lists off rules for surviving a horror film.

Number one, never have sex. Number two, never drink or do drugs. Number three, never say “I’ll be right back.”

Remember those rules and you too will be around for the sequel.

This film is full of clever bits. While everyone is watching Halloween, Randy announces “obligatory tit shot” and just as the actress in Halloween bares her breasts, the shot then turns to Sidney taking off her bra but she gets blocked from view by Billy. Hah!

Yada yada yada, Sid and Billy break rule number one and Billy is next to be killed. This is when we believe we were right all along. It wasn’t Billy after all. The tricky movie makers tricked us but we secretly knew it wasn’t really him. Sid escapes out the window after being chased around a bit. The killer goes downstairs where Randy is now all alone on the couch watching Halloween. Randy is played by Jamie Kennedy and if you remember, Jamie Lee Curtis is the lead in Halloween. So Randy’s on the couch shouting “Jamie look behind you” as the killer sneaks up behind him. Thankfully, Randy is saved by Sidney screaming for help outside and the killer leaves him, for now.

More death happens, yada yada, it gets bloody. Sid ends up back in the house and Randy and Stu fight over who the killer is. Stu blames Randy and Randy blames Stu. We’ve seen Randy and the killer in the same room, but we’ve never seen Stu and the killer in the same room.... hmm. Something to think about. But not something Sid has time for, so she closes the door on both of them. Billy comes stumbling down from upstairs, covered in blood. Now that Sid is positive Billy isn’t the killer, she’s comfortable with him taking the gun from her, to be the protector now, even if he is half dead.

Billy lets Randy in and ends up shooting him. Whaaat? Sidney tries to escape, confused as hell, obviously, and bumps into Stu who came in through the kitchen. Stu pulls out a voice changer and speaks exactly like the killer and everyone is shocked to discover it was THE TWO OF THEM THIS WHOLE TIME! They admit to framing Cotton, who’d been having an affair with Sid’s mom. Apparently Sid’s mom had multiple affairs and was the reason Billy’s dad left. Dun dun dun.

Stu pulls Sid’s dad out of another room, bound and gagged. He and Billy plan to stab each other, kill Sid, then shoot Sid’s dad, making it look like Sid’s dad went on a killing spree, and then offed himself. Billy and Stu would be the only survivors. How convenient!

But things don’t work out how they hoped. Billy ends up getting shot. Then Randy, who isn’t dead, says “This is when the killer comes back for one final scare” and Billy comes back for one final scare before Sidney puts a bullet in his head.

The way the movie is shot, the clever way it pays homage to other horror classics, makes it so lovable. It’s really revived the horror genre, or at least the slasher portion. Many sequels have since been filmed, as well as a television series, and comical spoofs. It’s definitely a film that I would call a masterpiece of story telling and directing. Definitely add this one to your Halloween and Chill list for October. It’s available to rent on Amazon. Also check with your cable provider, as it was free on demand for me.

RATING: 🎃🎃🎃🎃 4 out of 5 pumpkins

#halloweenandchill #halloween #movies #scarymovies #october #scream #screammovie #sidney prescott #ghostface #whatsyourfavoritescarymovie #wyloren

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amused-geek · 6 years ago

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My actor picks for a WIP.

After some serious soul searching I have come up with my top picks for actors in the film (or TV series) version of my book which does not even have a name yet.

Simon Pegg as Jack Dent, Jack Dent, and Danny Jackson.

Nathan Fillion as Barry, Bad Barry, Detective Barry, etc..

Eileen Atkins as Jackie Denton (an old batty and female version of Jack).

Hugh Laurie as Doc Landreth, Sober Doc, Depressed Doc, etc..

Rowan Atkinson as the voice of Normal the cat (and variants).

Ricky Gervais as Dave Chippy, the worlds most creepy man

John Cleese as Santa, the bearded Hells Angel & Computer Expert

Sarah Millican as Lilly (Normal's owner)

I'm torn between Karen Gillan and Jenna Coleman as Suzie, the literal girl next door and voice of reason.

Lenora Crichlow as Jesse, the shy "housemate" of Suzie

I'm torn between Gemma Chan and Katie Leung as Hannah, the kick arse spy from another reality

Peter Kay as the Six Inch Devil (SID)

Eddie Izzard as Quookwubbler Juckbox

Luke Pasqualino as Zack, who never notices anything odd.

Tim Curry as Hugh, the badly made android

This all started because I woke up imagining Nathan Fillion starring in something I had written. Then because I had a strong lead actor in the role of Barry I needed someone that could stop Fillion stealing the show and in my mind cast Simon Pegg as Jack. I would love to see Pegg and Fillion bicker and bungle their way through the increasingly bizarre and dangerous worlds I set this story in.

I also happen to think that both Nathan Fillion and Simon Pegg bring the required level of geekiness to the role. Both characters are utterly geeky and the actors have both shown they can make that work while also being funny.

Update: If I cannot have Nathan Fillion I would be just as delighted with @wilwheaton who, IMHO, would also make an amazing Barry and has both the geek and acting chops for the role. In fact, screw Fillion as Barry - I have a villain he can play - I want to see Simon Pegg and Wil Wheaton bring my book to life.

As a side note, I creased up laughing when I realised that Eileen Atkins could play an older female Simon Pegg. I'm not 100% certain that she is the perfect Jackie Denton (Squeeble Detective) but at least this casting choice would give the casting director a starting point. Whoever they pick, she'd have to carry a scene alone as Jackie Denton is a character written with the idea of a stand-alone novel or series of her own. That or Simon Pegg in drag which works too.

I needed an actor for Doc that could match the two boys for screen dominance. That led me to Hugh Laurie as the various Doc Landreth characters. We've already seen what he can do with House, and we know the actor can handle his comedy. I would pay good money to see Hugh Laurie being amusingly rude to Simon Pegg and Nathan Fillion. Add the voice of Rowan Atkinson to the mix and they would turn things up to eleven.

The hardest character to cast was Dave Chippy. Chippy has to hold his own but needs an actor that can handle comedy and has the chops to make a character truly unpleasant and creepy. Ricky Gervais may be the man for this. He has shown that he can pull off "character oblivious to everyone's true opinion of him".

Peter Kay would kill it as (at least the voice of) the Six Inch Devil. I can think of no better way to bring out the comedy of this character than Kay.

John Cleese would have the chops to make every moment with Santa memorable despite the presence of some acting giants with more lines. You will have to trust me when I say, Cleese as Santa would make you wet yourself laughing.

With Cleese in that role, I now want to put Santa and Juckbox in a scene together because Cleese vs Izzard would blow the roof off.

This is where I started to get a little less sure. Suzie is a character that holds things together and compels a cast of characters that are either feckless or too distracted towards moral choices. Given the sci-fi nature of the setting, I wanted a Doctor Who actress and could not make up my mind between Karen Gillan and Jenna Coleman.

I had a similar struggle trying to make up my mind for Hannah. Gemma Chan and Katie Leung both seem to be a good fit for the character.

I had no such problems casting Jesse. Lenora Crichlow would nail it, I have no doubt. As of this draft, Jesse is a character that needs a strong actor to fully realise the character. There's still time to fix the way she is written but Lenora Crichlow would still be amazing.

As for casting Zack, I must confess I chose Luke Pasqualino because he just looks like how I picture the guy.

Likewise, my casting of Tim Curry as Hugh is mostly because I'd be fascinated as to what the man would do with the character. The casting director might have other ideas. I just think Tim Curry is great.

#WIP #Simon Pegg #Tim Curry #Wil Wheaton #actor picks

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papermoonloveslucy · 7 years ago

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LUCY AND DANNY THOMAS

S6;E1 ~ September 10, 1973

Directed by Coby Ruskin ~ Written by Robert O'Brien

Synopsis

Lucy befriends a gruff painter (Danny Thomas) who says that most artists only sell their work after they die. Lucy decides to go into mourning to help his work sell – until the artist wants to paint Lucy herself – nude!

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Carter), Gale Gordon (Harrison Otis Carter)

Lucie Arnaz (Kim Carter) does not appear in this episode, nor does she receive screen credit. The character will not return to the series until the fourth episode of season six. Despite her absence, the final credits do state “Lucie Arnaz Wardrobe by Alroe.”

Guest Cast

Danny Thomas (Danny Gallupi) was born Amos Muzyad Yakhoob Kairouz in 1912. His screen career began in 1947 but he was most famous for appearing on television in the long-running show “Make Room for Daddy” (1953-1964), which was shot at Desilu Studios. When the series moved from ABC to CBS in 1957, Thomas and the cast starred in a rare TV cross-over with “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” titled “Lucy Makes Room for Danny.” In return, Lucy and Desi turned up on Thomas’s show. Fifteen years later, Lucy and Danny did yet another cross-over when Lucy Carter of “Here’s Lucy” appeared on “Make Room for Granddaddy.” In addition, Thomas also played himself on a 1965 episode of “The Lucy Show.” Thomas is fondly remembered for founding St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital. He is also father to actress Marlo Thomas. He died in 1999.

Danny Gallupi disguises himself as his brother, Giuseppe Gallupi.

Hans Conried (William Barkley) first co-starred with Lucille Ball in The Big Street (1942). He then appeared on “I Love Lucy” as used furniture man Dan Jenkins in “Redecorating” (ILL S2;E8) and later that same season as Percy Livermore in “Lucy Hires an English Tutor” (ILL S2;E13) – both in 1952. The following year he began an association with Disney by voicing Captain Hook in Peter Pan. On “The Lucy Show” he played Professor Gitterman in in “Lucy’s Barbershop Quartet” (S1;E19) and in “Lucy Plays Cleopatra” (S2;E1). He was probably best known as Uncle Tonoose on “Make Room for Daddy” starring Danny Thomas, which was filmed on the Desilu lot. He died in 1982 at age 64. This episode was his final appearance on a “Lucy” show.

William Barkley owns the art studio adjacent to the plaza.

Sid Gould (1st Bidder) made more than 45 appearances on “The Lucy Show” and nearly as many on “Here’s Lucy.” Gould (born Sydney Greenfader) was Lucille Ball’s cousin by marriage to Gary Morton.

Shirley Anthony (2nd Bidder) makes the sixth of her 13 episodes of “Here’s Lucy.” This is one of only two times where she received screen credit.

Bob Whitney (3rd Bidder) appeared with Lucille Ball in The Facts of Life (1960). This is the first of his five appearances on the series. Like Danny Thomas, he was born in 1912.

Bob Harks (Auction Spectator / Stand-In for Hans Conried, uncredited) was seen in the background of Mame (1974). In 1970 he popped up on his first television show and was seen in more than a dozen episodes of “Here's Lucy.” He died at age 83 in 2010.

Frieda Rentie (Auction Spectator, uncredited) makes the second of her three uncredited appearances on the series. Rentie was in the 1958 film South Pacific and 1972’s The Poseidon Adventure.

The artists and gallery spectators are played by uncredited background performers.

“Here's Lucy” opens its 6th season with a slightly newer look. Lucille Ball has an updated, more contemporary appearance with new make-up and wigs, and the entire show is shot in soft focus to help downplay Ball's age (62). She is no longer shot in close-up and always filmed through a filtered lens. This is generally the complaint about the film Mame, which was finished and about to be released. Although originally scheduled for release in late 1973 in time for awards season, poor early word of mouth led Warner Brothers to move the release date to Spring 1974.

For the 1973 Fall Season, CBS moved “The New Dick Van Dyke Show” to follow “Here's Lucy.” By the end of the season, both shows will be canceled.

Shirley Anthony (3rd Bidder) introduces the episode on the series DVD and recalls that Thomas and Ball had great affection for one another and liked to make each other laugh.

Lucille Ball dabbled in painting during her rare free time at home.

The previous episode, at the end of season five, hinted that the series would continue but how or if Carter's Unique Employment Agency was bought back is never mentioned. Neither Lucy's home nor the Employment Agency are seen in this episode. Scenes are set in Danny's attic studio [TV trope: all artists live in sparsely furnished attics with skylights] or in the plaza adjacent to the Barkley Art Gallery.

Lucy says she does paint by numbers because it is for beginners. Paint by Number kits date back to 1950 and were a cultural phenomenon.

There are two 'age' jokes in the first scene, both directed at Lucy. Danny tells her to go find a bingo parlor and Harry says she reminds him of Grandma Moses. Anna Mary Robertson Moses (1860-1961) was an American folk artist who began painting at the age of 78 and is often cited as an example of a person who successfully began a career at an advanced age. In “Nursery School” (ILL S5;E9) Lucy Ricardo is so proud of Little Ricky's first drawing, she dubs him the next “Grandpa Moses.” The Ricardos had two framed prints by Grandma Moses next to their front door: “So Long” and “The Old Snow Roller.”

Lucy quotes lyrics from the song “People” written by Bob Merrill for the 1964 Broadway musical Funny Girl. It was introduced by Barbra Streisand, who also sang it in the 1968 film adaptation.

Danny cites Van Gogh, Gaughin, and Modigliani as painters who only found fame and fortune only after death.

Lucy rebuffs Danny's assertion that all great paintings of women were nudes by citing “Whistler's Mother.” The actual name of the painting is “Arrangement in Grey and Black No. 1” by American painter James McNeill Whistler. It was painted in 1871 and is housed at the Musee d'Orsay in Paris. Danny incorrectly claims that the subject is sitting in a rocking chair.

Danny jokingly says that the reason the “Venus de Milo” didn't have any arms because the sculptor didn't want her to use them to cover nude body! One of the most famous pieces of statuary in history, it is of Greek origin and dates back to between 130 and 100 BC. It currently is on view at the Louvre in Paris.

The (nearly) 'nude' painting of Lucy featured in the episode was saved and is now at the Lucille Ball-Desi Arnaz Center in Jamestown, New York.

In “Paris at Last” (ILL S5;E18) Lucy Ricardo encountered an artist (Shepard Menken) on the street passing off mass produced paintings as original works of art! [TV Trope: All artists and Frenchmen wear berets!]

Lucy Carmichael took art class in drawing in order to get close to an eligible bachelor (Robert Alda) in “Lucy Goes to Art Class” (S2;E15).

Lucille Ball and Danny Thomas were together in “Lucy Makes Room for Danny,” a 1958 installment of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” which also featured Gale Gordon as a Judge...

and “Lucy Helps Danny Thomas” (TLS S4;E7) where Mrs. Carmichael gets involved in Thomas's TV variety show.

Character Consistency! Harry was formerly depicted as a miser, but here he is walking around with $500 cash in his pocket, and spends $5,000 on an unseen painting.

Nautical Knowledge! Harry calls the subject of Danny's painting a ‘boat’ and Danny corrects him that it is a ‘ship.’ At the start of the series, Harry's home and office were decorated with ships and other nautical items. One of Harry's hobbies was building ships in bottles. He should know the difference.

Oops! When Lucy startles Danny while he is hiding behind the door, he jostles the shelf unit with his arm and a brown bottle falls to the floor. Danny Thomas appears surprised, but picks it up. It falls with a sound that betrays it is actually empty and plastic.

Wardrobe Malfunction! When Danny is disguised as his own brother, Giuseppe, his hat has trouble staying on his head due to the wig. It falls off twice, but is caught before hitting the floor.

“Lucy and Danny Thomas” rates 3 Paper Hearts out of 5

Lucille Ball and Danny Thomas have great comic chemistry but the script feels like it could be from any series. Harry behaves uncharacteristically and there is no tie in to the the series’ premise.

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