#that being said I love how whenever someone has to draw Jimmy for an idea

[ninjagirlstar5]

Now that I've completed Mouthwashing and I saw you sharing some posts about it, I have this to share:

Jimmy: I mean, four female Ghostbusters?! The feminists are taking over!

🎵 I'm an a-dult vir-gin! 🎵

Congratulations on completing Mouthwashing! It's such a good game and oh my God, he would-

I hate Jimmy...So Much. He's the kind of character you want to shoot on sight and I commend the writers for making him such an awful person and not justifying ANY of his actions. Like, the more the story goes on, the more you learn about him, and the more you witness the actions he takes and the consequences of what he's done, the more you hate him.

And I feel so bad for everyone in the crew as they all end up suffering because of Jimmy's actions. Just...augh. What the fuck.

Anyways. Since we're sharing Mouthwashing stuff:

Someone shared this in a Discord server I'm in, and it's my favorite edit for this game. It's so good and I've been replaying the song a lot the last few days.

[grxtsch]

lyin’ eyes

[jimmy page x reader]

summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.

notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P

also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚

edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip

warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff

“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.

“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.

“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.

you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.

you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.

his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.

the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.

you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.

you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.

“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.

“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”

“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.

you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”

you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”

you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.

he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.

“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.

“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”

his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

tag list: @rebel-without-a-zeppelin @asetcrowley @reincarnated70sbaby @thebeatlesuniverse @princesspagey @jonesyjonesyjonesy

[betweentheracks]

We*bo Night Style Review

The following is my insight and perception as a professional stylist and is subjective to my position and role. 

Long post is long. 

Starting from the first I saw, I will address Yibo's blue Chanel number. This look pulls directly from Chanel's Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line. It is paired with Jimmy Choo Mocca loafers and a beret which has a badge on it bearing "my own private planet" on it. This is a cute accessory for the The Little Prince homage alone. I won’t go into how fitting it is for Yibo to pull from this beloved book as it would make this post needlessly gushy and too long, just know that I have had loud feelings about it all day. 

Honestly, I was underwhelmed upon first impression when I saw this fit. Setting aside my own personal dislike of Chanel, the overall feel of this look didn't catch nor meet what I would have expected to see. It held a cute air of youth to it and played upon the boyish charm Yibo simply cannot be rid of thanks to his facial structure and features. It is jarring for me to write about Chanel in conjunction to "youthful, boyish charms" as Chanel caters near exclusively to women with deep pockets that enjoy looking as if they corner the ideal of being a Stepford Wife, no matter the age. 

However, Yibo has always successfully turned Chanel's overt "Emily Gilmore" aesthetic on its head and has singlehandedly returned Chanel to being in the ranks of fashion which are aimed at younger to middle range adults. Tonight is no exception to this as he did look wonderful. The accessories and the shirt are all also Chanel and initially debuted in as an ensemble when this Spring 2021 Ready-to-Wear line was trotted out at the end of last year. In my opinion as a professional and critical eye, Yibo wore this look better than the original model. The way his hair stylist did his hair with micro extensions and false locks to give him that additional length and furthering the ideal of youthful leisure really made this style snap off. 

Some notes on the pieces in play: 

This is not the first time Yibo has worn this specific collection of Chanel’s. His styles from Tencent Star Awards were also from this range. 

This collection was inspired by actresses of the vintage screen. Virginie Viard has commented that she wanted to capture the duality of modern actress lifestyles - high production value and quality of the red carpet service styles, to the staged nuance of being off screen and therefore off duty while waiting in line for coffee - framed by classic lines of the bygone Hollywood era. Yibo specifically seems drawn to the separates-based mix of the set, which were all styled from the draw of the 1980s - hence the shoulder pads and candy colors of pink and now blue. I feel it is worth mentioning that when this line debuted the runway many comments flew about how the collection felt very reminiscent of looking at Regina George inspired couture. Mean Girls, but make it Wang Yibo. 

The mini purse around his waist is actually a necklace, not a belt. 

He is wearing the Coco Crush ring. This item is peak comfort item material as he seems incredibly keen on wearing it whenever possible and is unabashed to have it called to attention. There is a story behind this ring, of this my professional chimes are ringing loudly in certainty. 

My impression of this style changed drastically the more I looked at it and marveled at the almost pale vulnerability the look managed to pluck upon. The color is flattering despite it being candy-bright and almost too pigmented to think of as a functional red carpet choice. Also, I strongly suspect the play here was to highlight the duality of Yibo himself since the style he served up immediately after this completely overwhelms the fawning spring of this style. 

Wang Yibo 2.0

This second look features Fendi, Patek Philippe, and Louboutin. The blazer is a Fendi black wool piece and the shirt, also Fendi, is from their lovely Spring/Summer 2021 collection. The watch is Patek Philippe and further showcases Yibo’s taste for expensive and bold watches and it’s actually incredibly admirable for him to use watches as an accessory which seals the deal on an ensemble. There aren’t many that can pull this off due to how often watches remain hidden by the cuffs and sleeves of jackets and shirts and therefore go unnoticed or are seen as bulky obstructions and are being slowly and steadily phased out from being considered staples of style. Of course the shoes are Louboutin, which is just a nice choice no matter what. Solid footwear; sleek and stylish no matter what. 

If I was initially underwhelmed by the previous fashion choice then this look did more than simply overwhelm me; it devastated me and left me gaping. The! Hair! The black on black silhouette! The way he flawlessly transitioned from being youthfully boyish and bursting with charm to a domineering presence of matured angles and sharp zeal!! Wang Yibo with an undercut and draped in matte black Fendi is enough to score through my bingo card of styles I was unprepared for and yet thankfully blessed by. 

Some notes on the pieces in play:

While the Fendi blazer isn’t altogether spectacular and one of their more run of the mill items, the shirt beneath and the collection it was pulled from are interesting. The Spring/Summer 2021 Fendi line caters to the celebration of love and the surreal intensity of what a domestic experience quarantine and lockdown was like. The menswear was notably designed as “boardroom to boudoir” meaning that the concept was embellished loose linens which could be tucked into a business or formal setting only to later be tugged free and worn sweetly casual, bordering intimate. 

This is the shirt in it’s full glory. It isn’t something you would expect to be expertly tucked into the slim lines of Yibo’s stature and one can imagine how it must appear when it left to fall loose around his lean frame. It is a bed shirt in essence and was utilized in such a way that it looks like an entirely new garment on him.  

And now we move along to Xiao Zhan and his timeless and classic style.

A man of brand/designer solidarity, he is decked from head to toe in Gucci. I won a bet on this as I wagered he would absolutely be in his chosen favorite. The brooch is another staple in his fashion repertoire and is a Tiffany & Co. item. 

He appears very timeless in these classic and clean lines. This is a straight fit wool suit which Gucci favors in tailoring to accentuate slim and tall builds and as such drapes over Zhan’s body as if it were an extension of his body itself. The fit is that perfect. He strikes me as looking very refined and noble in this suit; mature and aloof. 

Some notes on the pieces in play:

Gucci has a reputation for constantly improving the way they tailor suits and as such this “relaxed straight fit” is exclusive to their label. Any other fashion house has slim fits, which are the original frame for this style, but entirely different in how Gucci has renovated the way it all fits and hangs. They alter jackets to be comfortably loose along the back of the neck while remaining pleasantly tucked to accentuate the lines of the shoulders, arms, and chest. The pants are brought in at the waist to make slim appear sleek, and the fall straight through the legs to provide the air of being relaxed. 

The brooch he is wearing, “Four Leaves” by Jean Schlumberger via Tiffany & Co, is an antique item as Schlumberger was alive from 1907 to 1987. Schlumberger is only one of four designers ever given allowance to sign their work to Tiffany & Co. He created the collection the “Four Leaves” brooch hails from at behest of a friend and fellow admirer of nature’s glory, Rachel “Bunny” Mellon. The irony of Xiao Zhan, resident rabbit,  wearing a piece created on the request of someone called Bunny is not lost to me and hopefully not any of you now that I’ve made mention of it. 

The gemstone in the brooch is blue-green tourmaline. Tourmaline has many different correspondences depending on the color at hand. Blue-green rouses luck and success and is often used to manifest goals, notably of a creative nature. It is also a crystal of peace and encourages the release of past hurts by bringing them to the surface to be healed via honest and heartfelt communication. Tourmaline can evolve as it is worn and will adhere to the wearer’s conviction, rousing the idea of living a life of integrity and accountability; inviting the wearer to accept any perceived flaws and weaknesses with easy tolerance. I am making this mention because every bit of this seems so incredibly in line with where Xiao Zhan is in life and in his career, especially in light of what he so graciously said on we*bo yesterday as we made it to a year since hell came for him. I am always very moved by this man. 

Here is the brooch just so you can have a proper look:

And that’s a wrap on We*bo Night’s lookbook! 

This is a bit of a messy post and I do apologize for that, but nevertheless I hope it was enjoyable and gave you some new insights on the way fashion fits together at every turn. 

[childrenofthenightt]

only the black rose (chapter 6)

pairing: jimmy page x layla porter (oc)

warnings: jimmy page’s stubbornness (and his stressy hands), exposing jpj as the mom friend, fluff

words: 3.4k

summary: in the blink of an eye, it’s 1975 and layla’s suddenly joining led zeppelin for their north american tour. throughout the chaos, the band take a liking to her, she builds friendships with the boys, and love blossoms. but all good things must come to an end.

author’s note: so this one was fun, but we’re getting into the nitty-gritty of this fic :)) hope you enjoy, and please if you have any feedback it would be much appreciated!

masterlist

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chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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“Mr. Page, you must be extremely careful when taking these,” Dr. Vane lectures, shaking a bottle of pills. “They should help with the pain, but they are very strong.”

Jimmy sits on the side of his hospital bed, hunched over like a young child being lectured for their misbehaviour. His hands are balled into fists, though the injured finger is coiled much looser. In the corner of the small, sterile room, Robert and Bonzo glance at each other, noticing the way Jimmy grits his teeth, curling and uncurling his hands on his lap. He wants out of here, and fast: that’s plain to see.

“Doc, is Jimmy free to go?” Bonzo breaks the fragile silence that had settled over the group, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against.

“The anaesthetic has mostly worn off, so he should be good to go when he’s ready,” Dr. Vane turns to Jimmy then, mouth a serious, somber line. “Mr. Page—”

“Please, call me Jimmy.”

“Jimmy, I recommend taking a pill from the bottle we’ve supplied you, very soon. The pain should come back, due to the anaesthetics being out of your system. These are codeine tablets, and like I said before, they are very strong…”

Jimmy tunes out most of the doctor’s words from that point on, too preoccupied with thoughts of the upcoming tour. He knows Jonesy would memorize whatever the good doctor says anyways, the mother hen. Jimmy didn’t realize he had been shaking with anxiety until a cold hand lay across his, pinning it to the bed. He looks beside him, and on the bed sits Layla, brown ringlets a mess from their lie-down in the hospital bed. Jimmy stares back, enchanted by the woman in front of him, as he always is when she’s near. Still holding his gaze, Layla smiles, a question clear in her doe eyes.

“Are you okay, Jim?” she whispers, drawing nonsensical patterns on the back of his hand. He nods, flattened curls bobbing with the movement. Layla isn’t fully convinced, but she lets it go, vowing to keep an eye on the man.  Bringing her attention back to Dr. Vane, Layla asks the question on everybody’s lips.

“Dr. Vane, I heard you talking to Peter about this last night… Do we know for sure if he can play or not?”

Silence falls once again like a cloud over the group, as the doctor taps his chin in thought. The mighty Led Zeppelin wait with bated breath to hear the fate of their guitarist.

“I would…” Dr. Vane clears his throat, face apologetic as he glances around the room. “I would advise against it. Ultimately it is not up to me, of course. I can’t make you do anything, but Jimmy, you need to recuperate.”  

The room feels as though all the energy had been sucked right out of it, as Jimmy fiddles with a loose thread on the hospital gown he was wearing, disheveled locks obscuring his handsome face as he looks down at his socked feet. Jonesy looks on with pinched features, concerned for the man, while Robert and Bonzo sigh, sharing another wordless glance. Things just got a lot more complicated, it said. Peter sends Jimmy a smile dripping with sympathy, and walks out the door, no doubt to make some important calls.

“Why don’t we all step out of the room, so Jimmy here can get dressed?” Dr. Vane suggests, and the group files out slowly. Layla stands up to follow, stopping in her tracks almost immediately. She turns around then, meeting Jimmy’s sad eyes, gleaming like a diamond in the morning sun, and walks towards him.

“Petal, I don’t…” Jimmy mutters, trailing off, dark curls a veil, hiding him from the world once again. Layla stops in front of him and tips his head up, a familiar hand on his chin. She runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back to see the man’s face. There are stress lines on his forehead, and his eyes are glassy with unshed tears, shining in the artificial hospital light. He looks as beautiful as he always does, to Layla. Jimmy’s lips quirk up subtly in the semblance of a grin, and he presses a kiss to the woman’s wrist.

“You’ll be okay. I believe in you, and you’ll get through this.”

“How can you be so—”

Layla leans down, face to face with the man, and swallows his words with a chaste press of her lips to his. It wasn’t a particularly heavy kiss; their lips moving together softly, but it meant more than either would ever know. It was a kiss of comfort. Finally pulling away, Layla places a hand on Jimmy’s shoulder and squeezes lightly, before turning on her heel and walking out the door, leaving the man to get dressed.

Stepping out of the room, she is met with serious faces and whispered discussions of the injured guitarist. Robert and Bonzo are against the far wall, chatting quietly, while Peter, further down the hall, is using the hospital phone, no doubt to see what can be done about the tour. Layla turns her head, and sees Jonesy, who looks up as she nears him.

“Hey, Layla. How are you holding up?”

“I’m not the one with a fractured finger.” Layla snaps, immediately regretting it. She opens her mouth to speak, but Jonesy beats her to it.

“No, you’re not,” The bassist puts a hand on her arm, smiling wryly. “But you care about him. Just because he’s hurting, doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to.”

“Jonesy, I…  I’m sorry for snapping at you, I’m just—”

“You’re concerned, and that’s okay. Don’t worry, I get it.”

“But I snapped at you, and you didn’t deserve it, in any way.”

“Layla,” Jonesy presses closer to her as he says this, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. “I know you didn’t mean it. We’re okay.”

Layla looks up at the man, a hint of skepticism apparent on her face. Not believing that he forgave her so easily, so completely, she presses on further.

“Jonesy, how can you be fine with—”

“Look, Layla,” Jonesy chuckles, looking down at her fondly, much to her confusion. “We can talk about your guilt complex later if you need, but I think there’s someone you might want to see.”

“Guilt complex? I don’t—” 

Layla spins around as a soft click echoes off the walls, and spots Jimmy, who shyly closes the door to his room. Dressed in a pair of dark flared jeans and a crisp white button up, a black suede coat folded over his arm, he looks sheepish as he walks towards the group, shoulders almost up to his ears. Peter, noticing the entrance of his guitarist, hangs up the phone with a hasty goodbye, turning to face the band.

“Right. Now, we’ve got a lot to talk about,” Peter starts, biting back a sigh. “Let’s all ride back to Swan Song, and go over our options.”

After a short car ride devoid of any chatter, the group finally walk through the double doors of the building, faces drawn and severe. Evelyn, at her post by the front desk, notices the lack of chatter and giggles that usually fill the room whenever the band enters. Finding Layla’s eyes, she reads the worry and concern in them, and lets her smile fall, snuffing out the light that always seems to surround the receptionist. Evelyn walks up to the young woman, placing a hand on Layla’s arm as she turns around to face the receptionist.

“Is everything okay, darling?” Evelyn asks, confusion in her hazel eyes as she stares at the retreating backs of Peter and the boys.

“I hope so,” Layla replies, bringing a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. “There was… an accident, and everything's a little up in the air. I’m sorry, Evelyn, I wish I could stay and chat, but—”

“Oh no, go ahead, darling. Go figure things out.”

With a grateful smile and a nod, Layla rushes to catch up with the group, slipping into the room behind Robert, the mahogany door shutting behind them to prevent prying eyes.

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Standing stock-still in Peter’s office, Layla glances around the luxurious office, taking in the grim faces of her companions. A soft cough echoes off the walls, courtesy of Robert, Layla guesses, if his guilty expression and the hand pressed to his mouth are anything to go by. All eyes are downcast, as hands fold over each other to distract from the silence pressing down on them. It feels like the walls are closing in on them ever-so-slowly, set to suffocate them, until Peter, sitting at the large wooden desk, clears his throat, clapping his hands together. Attention firmly on him, Peter begins to speak, his often kind voice determined.

“I’ve been calling around, and it seems as though we have two options: we postpone the tour for a later date, so Jimmy can heal… Or we continue with the tour as planned,” Peter explains, shifting his gaze to Jimmy now. “Jimmy, how is the finger feeling?”

“It’s good, I took some pain meds earlier. I can tour still.”

“Jim, you haven’t played on it yet.”

“It’ll hold up. I’m fine.”

There’s movement in the corner, as Bonzo crosses his arms over his chest, green eyes soft as he glances at Jimmy.

“Jimmy, I really don’t know if this is the best idea.” This is met by a look of betrayal, Jimmy turning around in his seat to face the drummer.

“Bonzo, I really am fine.”

“Look,” Bonzo presses on, meeting the guitarist’s eyes. “I know you don’t want to let anyone down. The thing is, you wouldn't be in the first place, Pagey. If this injury gets worse, because you played when you shouldn't have…” Bonzo trails off, averting his gaze now, Jimmy’s eyes on him too much to bear.

“Bonzo’s right, Jim,” comes from beside Layla, as Jonesy pushes off the wall to make his point. “Taking some time off would be good, we don’t want to make anything worse.”

“Nearly 18 months is enough time off, Jonesy. Any longer and the fans won’t even remember who Led Zeppelin is. I’m ready.”

“Jimmy, really—” Robert’s reply is cut off by the guitarist’s normally soft voice, hardened with frustration.

“Shows have already been sold out. All the arrangements have been made. Peter, call them back. We’re doing this tour.”

“Pagey… Alright. I’ll call them back, if you’re sure.”

“I am.” This is followed by the scrape of the chair he had pulled up to the desk against the floor, as he stands, and storms out. The remaining occupants of the room lock eyes, panic apparent.

“I’ll go after him.” Layla murmurs, starting towards the door. She knew exactly where she would find him, after all. Easily finding her way through the hallways of the massive building, she opens the door to the studio, spotting him slumped on the drum riser. Guitar in hand, he raises the bruised finger in the air, grip on the fretboard bordering on awkward. Jimmy strums, letting out a wince as the pain rears once again. A grunt full of frustration grinds out past his lips, and he tries again.

“Are you supposed to be doing that? Doctor’s orders, and all.”

Jimmy lifts his head to glance at her, and, with the hint of a sneer at the sarcastic comment, he resumes his playing. Layla huffs, and moves closer, taking in the man before her. His dark hair is falling into his face, casting shadows upon it, and his jaw is clenched, ready to snap as he misses yet another note. Jimmy lets out another frustrated sound, and swipes the hair out of his eyes, as if that was exactly what was messing him up.

Layla takes a seat on the drum riser next to him, and watches, as he fumbles a note she’s seen him perfect many times. Before he can adjust his grip on the fretboard to try again, Layla places a hand on the man’s strumming hand, and keeps it there. Jimmy looks up at her, a glint of determination in his mossy green eyes, brown in the lighting of the studio. His hair shines, jet black curls messy, as though he’s been running his hands through it more often than not. Eyes dropping to his guitar in embarrassment, he opens his mouth to speak, Layla beating him to it in the end.

“Jim, it won’t get better if you keep straining it like this. You know that.”

“Are you here to tell me to give it a rest too? Cause if you are, you might as well just—”

“I’m here,” Layla starts, shaking her head at the stubborn nature of the guitarist. “Because I trust you. You’re the only one that knows how you feel, and I trust you.”

“You do?” Jimmy says, looking up in confusion.

“I do, angel. If you think you’re ready, then I’ll trust that,” Jimmy takes his good hand off the guitar and threads it through hers, caressing the back of it with his thumb in thanks. Layla looks down at their joined hands, and continues. “If you’re rushing this for the fans, though, or because of whatever crazy scenario you’ve thought up in that brain of yours, I think I’m allowed to say I told you so.” The couple smirk at each other, as Jimmy gives the hand in his a warning squeeze.

“Okay, mum.”

Layla unlinks their hands to give him a soft shove to the side, the beginnings of a smile tilting her lips upward. Gripping his arm, she hoists him up to a standing position, and he goes willingly. Jimmy places his guitar carefully back in its rightful place, and stretches out a hand for Layla to take. Walking out of the studio together, hope settles over them like a well-worn blanket.

Hope that everything will be okay.

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“Please, just don’t push too hard. You’ve got this, angel.”

After dedicating just under a week to perfecting a new guitar technique, and making adjustments to the original setlist, the band waits in the dressing room of the Metropolitan  Sports Center, native to Bloomington Minnesota. Layla’s palm raises, stopping to rest on Jimmy’s shoulder, as he looks down at her, his furrowed eyebrows betraying the picture of calm he was trying to emulate. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead, and pulls her to his chest, arms wrapping themselves around her back.

“You can do this. Just remember that, okay?” This is followed by a nod from the dark-haired guitarist, as he smiles gratefully at Layla. A chorus of groans sound from behind them, and, turning around, they are met by the exasperated faces of the others. Already dressed in their stage clothes, they look ready to perform.

“Are you lovebirds done? Bloody saps,” Robert grumbles, the corner of his lip raising in a smirk, the playfulness in his tone obvious. “We’ve got a show to play.”  

Following the boys backstage, Layla watches as they slip past the velvet curtain and onto the stage, ecstatic and powerful under the bright lights around them. They pick up their instruments, and with a collective breath and a look shared between them, the band does what they do best: play. The boys launch in, and Layla can’t help but be brought back to the last concert she witnessed. The atmosphere and the enthusiasm amongst the crowd was infectious, and Layla smiles as she looks out from the wings. Robert commands the stage, as usual, while Bonzo and Jonesy link up almost telepathically, creating a beat almost heaven-sent. Jimmy, for as awkward as it looks, three usable fingers grappling with the fretboard, makes the guitar scream and cry and sing. The winces of pain that she can see from her spot are worrying, though. To an outsider, it would seem as though he was simply somewhere else, the guitar becoming one with its handler.

But Layla knows better. She can see the exhaustion in his face, from hours spent bent over his guitar, adjusting the way he’s played for most of his life. She can see the lines of discomfort around his mouth, his lips bitten red out of concentration, from trying his absolute best to put on a good show. As she leaves her post near the stage to tune up Jimmy’s guitars for the next numbers, just as Peter had asked her to, she can’t help but let out a nervous sigh. Layla has seen how just stubborn the man is, how much he wants to succeed, and please the audience. She knows he’ll leave everything out there on stage. She just wonders how much of him there will be left over, in the end.

Completing the rest of the menial backstage tasks, the brunette walks back to the mouth of the backstage area, intercepting the boys as they come off after a thrilling encore, the deafening cheers of the crowd following them as they exit.

“If you keep this up, you’ll really get popular! I’m just kidding, but really, guys, that was incredible,” Layla raves, accompanying them to the dressing room. Bonzo sidles up next to her, wrapping an amicable arm around her as they walk, basking in the glow of her kind words. “All of you did such an amazing job!”

“Do we get a kiss now? Last time you saw us perform, Jimmy got one…” Robert asks, flipping his hair, damp and dark with sweat, off his shoulder.

“You’d like that, wouldn't you, Robert?” Layla chuckles, throwing a smile at him over her shoulder.

“Hey, it’s only fair!”

“In what way is that fair?”

The group finally reach the dressing room, lounging on the comfortable chairs strewn across the room. The boys take turns changing out of their stage clothes, and greet the guests in the room, shaking hand after hand. Soft laughter trickles like a steady stream in the background as Layla, sitting on a loveseat with Jimmy, places a hand on his thigh, prompting his eyes to meet hers.

“How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, petal.” Jimmy’s voice is soft, faraway as his hand meets hers on his lap. The guitarist lets out a sigh, staring at the wall, expression neutral.

“That was a great performance, Jim. I hope you know that.”

“It was… good. It could've been better.”

“You know, I really am so proud of you,” Layla says, turning his head to face her, her fingers at his jaw. She looks deep into his eyes, and he stares back, an unreadable expression on his face. She’s always been able to read him, since the day she met him. Layla feels a pang in her heart, and continues. “It was great, and you made a lot of people happy… even if you’re not 100% yet.”

This is met with silence, as Jimmy lowers his head, hair falling into his eyes. He’s developed a habit of this now, and Layla resolves to break him out of that. His beautiful eyes make her day, after all. Reminders of their stay at the hospital flash through Layla’s mind, and she moves the hand that rested softly on his cheek to the small of his back, rubbing soft circles into the fabric of his stage clothes. He hasn't changed out of them yet, or done much of anything, in fact, trapped in the prison of his self-deprecating thoughts. His gaze lifts from his shoes at the contact, which Layla takes as a good sign.

“Now,” Layla clears her throat, pulling him up from the couch with a small hand at his arm. “Go get changed. You’re all sweaty, it’s a wonder you didn’t get heat stroke.”

“It’s a good thing I have you to take care of me,” Jimmy mutters playfully, a shadow of his usual smile creasing his delicate features. “Seriously, Layla, you could give Jonesy a run for his money.”

“Isn’t it just terrible of me to want to make sure you’re alright?” Layla grumbles, the smirk playing on her lips betraying the annoyed expression she sends Jimmy’s way.

Jimmy chuckles, pressing his lips to the side of her head.

“I appreciate it, petal.”

Walking to the changing room, slipping out of the grasp Layla had on his arm, he sends her a grateful smile over his shoulder. Layla watches him, appreciating the view as he walks away.

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[ayankun]

WandaVision episode 6

FIRST OFF

Whenever I go back to pause things for clues, and find exactly what I’m looking for, I don’t feel justified, I feel that much more insane:

It’s really hard to make out, but I had an alright look at it on my folks’ QLED, and it’s definitely a flying saucer doing an alien abduction on what looks to be a person inside an old CRT TV (with some kind of robot head/boombox on top???)  There are secret aliens in this show, you guys, the facts don’t lie.

HmmmMMMM I wonder if Agnes is as innocent as she looks:

Also, I didn’t see that she was wearing the brooch in this ep, and I was majorly disappointed in that.

Two things here:

No, that’s not a twins joke.

Another Moonmen Confirmed

I know green is his color or whatever, but that hat is literally 10 years ahead of its time

Also, I took the playing-DDR-at-home scenario at face value, and only on the first rewatch did I realize it was a very pointed turn-of-the-century reference.  I am an Old.

There’s a good, subtle Rule of Threes in this ep.  The Setup:

The Sokovian Halloween flashback works on so many levels.  It’s so funny:

The fact that they went trick-or-treating at all

The “speaking Sokovian”

The treat being a fish

They have to share the fish

The concept that this event gave them an infectious disease

“You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma” -- it’s a good sitcom joke but.  the trauma is the joke.  The joke IS THE TRAUMA!!!

Elizabeth Olson is a dream with all her wonderful faces she has this ep.

Vision’s unsettling passive-aggression-sitcom-cooperation whiplash is WOW, consider me unsettled!!!!!!  “Be. Good.”  UGH.

(Just noticed one here, but there are a number of continuity errors in this episode, enough to be distracting later on, and is this a deliberate choice?  Please let it be deliberate.  I didn’t watch a whole lot of Malcolm in the Middle, is it known for its continuity errors?

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“It’s their first Halloween.” LOLOLOL they are TEN YEARS OLD and this is their FIRST halloween I LOVE IT

DOUBLE RED HERRING CONFIRRRRRRRRMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Agent Jimmy Woo accidentally identifying himself as the sassy best friend added 20 years to my life.

Found.  FOUND.  Not “created,” “manifested,” “willed into being using my insane witch powers.”  Third Party Confirmed.

I like that it’s the 90s and we can swear on TV now.  “Hell” “kick-ass” “damn it” “fu---dge”

I think the most biting part of Vision finding the whacked out folks is that the soundtrack just kind of ... ignores that anything’s wrong.  Yeah, it’s kinda-spooky Halloween music, but it’s still 100% in-world kinda-spooky-sitcom-Halloween-episode music. 

OKAY LET’S TALK ABOUT THE AD:

As a 90s child, let me tell you, this is a blisteringly accurate representation of children’s marketing from the period.  The shark is wearing sunglasses AND he has a surfboard!!!  And he’s selling you yogurt of all things!!!!!  This is the supreme distillation of what being a child in the 90s was like.

How disappointed I am that they went with crab instead of lobster.

Heard it through the grapevine that this is a representative of Wanda’s imprisonment on the Raft.  That happened in Civil War, right?  So the next ad is The Snap?  We’re running out of iconic decades, too. so, hold on, new thought.

90s: Civil War

00s: Infinity War

10s?????: Endgame???? or?????????

??: Whatever happened between Endgame and WandaVision, given that the ads are stepping forward through Wanda’s IRL life events!!

I don’t want to know how many episodes are planned/announced, but I don’t know what to expect from the format after they run out of decades from which to draw.  Maybe there are only one or possibly two “sitcom” episodes left.  Maybe after that it just breaks down and they can pick and choose from the worlds/styles we’ve already established.  That’d be p neat.  A very unique kind of chaos.

god she’s so cute

Okay, somebody explain to me Pietro.  I honestly walked away from last week thinking he was just some townsperson chump, but then I was reminded that this is the Quicksilver actor from all those X-Mans movies I never watched, soooo people are saying Multiverse Confirmed?  But, if this is X-Mans’ Pietro, then why did he die the same as MCU Pietro?  Or is he literally MCU!Pietro’s corpse, given that he looked all dead same as when she saw Vision’s corpse?  If MCU!Pietro, then why different face???

????????????????

Also I found him highly suspicious, what with all the questions he was asking.  But the only sort of person who would truly want to know the answers to those questions would be someone who already had them ... so I think he was just asking on behalf of the audience, and the delivery was all wonked out.

Rule of Threes - The Reference:

Ok, real talk, whenever computers/networks/data/encryption/servers/mainframes et al come up in mainstream media, I just look away.  I don’t need the kind of psychic damage that comes with such egregious mishandling of the topic.

That being said, does Hayward having eyes through the barrier mean that he could possibly be involved in getting it set up?  Because look.  If Hayward-after-Hayward’s-Villianous-Ends is one antagonizing force, then is there really room for the Third Party (Confirmed) antagonizing force that’s lurking in the negative space silhouette of the Inciting Incident?  With Wanda as the Red Herring antagonizing force, that’s just.  There’s just too many villains, alright?  We gotta start merging these plotlines.

(then again, when I just said “eyes” I realize probably understanding the true nature of his new secret “CATARACT” project will clear a lot of things up.  I’ll wait for enlightenment)

Agnes’ license plate in this episode is 0A1-B2C, which I think is a reference to the way reality is getting pared down to bare bones at the edge of town.  Note that this is not the same license plate number as seen last ep.

ALSO, I drove home behind a NJ plate just an hour ago, and was staring at it for a long time, trying to fit it into the puzzle before A) realizing that this was Real Life and not part of the show and B) WTF is a NJ plate doing in front of me in California.  In any case, I can confirm that NJ plates do not appear to have this number-letter repeating format.

So let’s talk Agnes.

Demonstrated knowledge of the situation in ways others haven’t (”There’s the star of the show” “kids, you can’t control ‘em”)

Shows up when needed most (explained as being Wanda’s doing, but is it)

When Wanda was having her babies, though, who was trustworthy enough to be summoned?  Was it Agnes?

Wanted to babysit REAL BAD

Was in the opening credits framed possessively with the twins

Doesn’t appear to have an IRL identity according to Jimmy’s crime board

Keeps talking about her husband but we’ve never seen him.  Highly unlikely that he’s real

Was the one to find Sparky “dead” - internet thinks she was lying to Wanda about how or possibly if he was dead (I’m trying not to read the theories, so idk exactly what the angle is there)

In an episode where everyone is wearing their original comic outfits, Agnes is dressed as (and laughs like!) a witch

She name-drops Wanda as the one controlling everyone; Norm (or the guy playing Norm) only said “she” and “her” -- meaning Agnes?

Naughty

So we’re 99% sure Agnes is Agatha Harkness, right?  I never read no comics, so I’m taking the internet’s word for it, but from what I can tell, I think we must be right.  If that’s the case, then I’m thinking it’s not impossible for her to be pulling some strings around here (giving Wanda a justification for her “that wasn’t me” doorbell ring, for example, and pulling a double red herring on the fact that she shows up whenever the narrative Wanda her nefarious scheme calls for it).

To devil’s advocate myself, though, we also have Monica’s word that it was Wanda in her mind, lessening the impact of Agnes falsely confirming what Norm only implied.  Also she’d have to be acting for Vision’s sake (and ours) and, if so, then what did Vision’s brain-touch really do, and how did she know he’d find her there, and what did she intend as the result of that interaction etc etc.

If Wanda’s (or Wanda + Third Party Confirmed (Agnes??)’s) powers aren’t enough to sustain the simulation of life on the edges of town, how much worse is it going to be now that there is even more area to try to control???

I don’t know if this is strictly an intended read, but the idea of Halloween as a fun, scares-for-entertainment’s sake type holiday, the rounding off the edges of concepts like “skeletons and ghosts are what people are after they die, let’s decorate the town with them and have a good time” kind of is a haunting parallel to the nature of Wanda (et al) covering up the horrible truth of the situation with this happy-go-lucky sitcom glamour.

How much does one hate seeing Vision giving his life for the greater good (the greater good) for the second time?  In other news, I think I’m seeing some specifically Mind Stone type energy-colors coming off of him, and very little Wanda type energy-colors.  Third Party Confirmed.

Also, I was thinking from last week that perhaps Hayward’s Villainous Ends included capturing the reanimated Vision to be one of those Sentient Weapons his organization is all about, but I Do Not Think his reaction to seeing that sought-after prize disintegrate in front of his eyes really matches up with that theory.  Again, will be patiently waiting for Jimmy to check his email to see what CATARACT is all about!

Rule of Threes - The Payoff:

Also, anyone ID the movie playing in the background?

Ok, final thought.  I watched this about four times today, and on the big-ass TV at my parents’ house finally paused and got up close to see what that white shape is in the reflection.  Thought it might be a skull, but, it’s worse.

These caps do not contain enough data to verify my claim, but I PROMISE YOU it’s a TV

A square old thing with a round screen and antenna on top. 

I SWEAR to you, when I looked into the TV, into Wanda’s eyes, only to see the reflection of a TV, of her looking at me looking at her I had a visceral fear reaction.  Like.  LEGIT nauseous skin crawl.

(All the other episodes have ended with our POV as the fourth wall, from the general (or exact!!!) position their household TV is known to be.)

This is my favorite show Of All Time.

[holyfourthofjulyweenieroast]

Notes on Season 15- Part 1 (contains spoilers, are mostly complaints about Torres (and Quinn in Pandora’s Box (Part 1)), and are my personal opinions, don’t @ me)

Since Season 15 started rerunning in Australia on 19 November, I’ve decided to write down things I forgot or would like to emphasise upon:

House Divided

I’m so glad Quinn’s gone, good riddance

Reeves saying NCIS wasn’t allowed to look for Gibbs and McGee, then the dispatch guy looking around at their efforts to do just that was great

Why does Torres have to be so disrespectful, even in court- poor Vance having to witness it

Were Bishop and Jimmy being serious about the phone booth?

Poor Reeves- never lend anything to Torres

I love it when Vance gets angry on the team’s behalf, it’s awesome

Don’t be such a dick, Torres

Jezebel Poppins sort of looks like Britney Spears- sidenote, I wonder how the show comes up with character names

Gibbs’ carving was amazing

Bishop and Reeves look so good together, ugh

St. Nicholas is the patron saint of children- in relation to Torres, that explains a lot

Fuck off with your insulting Reeves, Torres- like you haven’t made a mistake before (and much bigger than letting not-so-relevant information slip)

The committee backing Vance up was awesome

‘hobbies?’ ‘not dying’ amazing

The end scenes were so sweet

Every time Delilah said ‘husband’ and McGee said ‘wife’, I went ‘aww’ inside

McGee had such great lines this episode

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Twofer

Dr. Grace! I love her so much, and her reaction to Gibbs catching her off-guard was awesome

When does Torres not have doubts about Bishop and her competency for just about anything

I almost forgot about Ducky’s ringtone

Ugh, I hate Torres’ macho persona

I don’t get the whole falling-in-love-with-someone-your-S.O.-was-close-to (or falling in love with anyone after your S.O. died, for that matter)

When did Abby make the switch from coffin to casket (or is it a backup or something)? I forgot if it’s been mentioned previously

I was really worried watching the Jimmy-and-the-liver bit for the first time

For some reason, Gibbs and McGee’s basement conversation reminded me of McGee and Tony’s in 3x10

Aww, Ducky getting invited to be honoured as an alumnus was so sweet

McGee’s shrink appointment with Dr. Grace was a really great scene

Dr. Grace and Gibbs have a such great friendship, and this episode was no exception

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Exit Strategy

McGee talking about all the old cases, so nostalgic

I love McGee and Jimmy’s friendship

SPORTELLI! I kind of missed him, not going to lie (I wish his story didn’t end the way it did)

Torres is such an asshole to and about everyone, ugh

Torres’ flower drawing looked more like a hubcap

Aww, Ducky teaching the lecture was so cute

Jimmy standing up for himself, go Autopsy Gremlin

Ducky’s fanclub is way too over-eager

Seriously, Torres? You’re a federal agent, and you think saying you’d steal bearer bonds out loud is a good idea?

Ducky and Jimmy have such a sweet relationship

The plot of this episode sucked, I don’t get why they had to make Sportelli dirty

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Skeleton Crew

Why is Toccata and Fugue the music piece of choice for every spooky TV show scene ever (it’s great, though, don’t get me wrong)

SLOANE! Her entrance is one of the most iconic (and obvious, I caught the ID flash the first time I watched it) ever, plus she looked just so beautiful

McGee talking about Delilah was so cute

Torres is so pigheaded and obnoxious

Abby’s zombie apocalypse kits were such a sweet idea

Abby and Jimmy have such a cute friendship (and the Hamilton bit was hilarious)

Sloane and Vance are such a great brotp from the very first scene

SHUT. UP. TORRES.

I hate it whenever Torres says something along the lines of ‘I’m not trying to be ________, but...’- he uses it as an excuse for his shitty behaviour, and it’s never addressed

‘I don’t believe in absolutes’ well, we know that Sloane’s not a Sith, then (I know the Sith deal in absolutes, but to deal in something, you most likely have to believe in it first)

$300, 000 really isn’t a lot, especially split between two people

The last two Bishop-and-Buckner scenes were sweet, but didn’t make up for his previous behaviour towards her

Akin to 17x06, this episode glossed over the bullying Bishop endured, and how it’s a serious issue

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Fake It ‘Til You Make It

The first time I saw this, I instantly knew it was Tony’s doing- how could anyone not

Reeves is so caring and kind, it sucks how Melissa played him

Abby and Reeves (Rabby? Clabby?) were such a great brotp while it lasted

FUCK. OFF. TORRES.

Why is Torres such an asshole? He’s rude and insensitive to everyone, even recovering addicts- how have the writers not been called out for their writing of him yet

I love Sloane so much-she’s awesome

Those tap-lights are horribly hipster and ugly

The end scene in the bullpen was hilarious, and the end scene with Reeves was so emotional and heartbreaking

Rishop’s friendship (not their more-than-friendship, they’re two separate things) was so prevalent in this episode, and it was great to see

This episode had such a powerful message, and was a great instance in the Rule 10 debate

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Trapped

Aww, Jimmy’s so sweet

Torres is so ungrateful and stingy

Torres using work time for personal stuff, not surprising

Reeves’ chess pun was absolutely the best

For some reason, I really love it when Reeves does that thing where he puts his hands behind his back and slightly leans forward

‘The Timinator’ I’m dying

Like Reeves said, Torres always has to one-up everyone else and I hate it

That kid was so sassy, omfG

Bishop knows Reeves so well, and it’s too adorable- how could the writers set up Ellick when Rishop already had an outline

That’s what you get for being such an asshole, Torres, and trying to get it back was one of the lowest things a character has done

I love it when NCIS includes charities (real and based-on-real) and the like in episodes

Words can’t even describe how much I hated Torres in this episode- he was at his worst

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Pandora’s Box (Part 1)- Season 14, didn’t re-air with the other episodes because Part 2 (NOLA) is re-airing in two days from time of writing

Bishop being a fangirl was completely understandable (and relatable)

Good job insulting Abby, Torres- not

I’m gonna try and start saying ‘Aristotle banana split’ in everyday conversation

Poor Abby- such a sucky situation

Quinn is so annoying

JJ looks to old to have a daughter in preschool

‘Dr. Ducky’ TOO ADORABLE

Ducky and Reeves having banter about British things was the best thing ever

Bishop and Reeves are so cute together (also the ‘smart girl’ comment was definitely about her)

Bishop was on the shortlist after all, I’m so proud of her (even though the mission went south)

The NYB memorial wall, so sad

LaSalle (rip)! I just love his Alabama accent

Torres is just such a douche

McAbby is such a great brotp

Why does Torres have to be so dramatic and show-offy

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Burden Of Proof

Yuck, I hate Torres, and even more when he talks about himself

Sloane’s choker top, YES

I hate it when Torres messes with Bishop’s mind and feelings- that’s not how you show you care about someone

Oof, Fornell- it sucks his job was brought into this mess, and that he lost it as a result

I really don’t want to know why ‘feet’ was the first thing that came to Torres’ mind

There’s something to just love about when Vance breaks up Fornell and Gibbs’ arguments

‘Name That Profile’ actually sounds like a pretty fun game

I hate Torres’ innate cockiness- he risks the suspect getting away just so he can put on a show beforehand

Ouch, poor Fornell- it was the wrong decision, and I don’t know if I would’ve done it, but I did get why he did it- the evidence that Hicks killed the Lieutenant was compelling

Poor Gibbs, you can just see the inner turmoil in his head

Aww, Sloane

Fornell, aww- I’ll fight anyone who says he’s an inherently bad person

Hicks really is a great liar to be able to fool a shrink

I really liked the Gabriel Hicks arc, this episode was the first of a few great ones

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Voices

It’s rich of Torres to back up a woman’s side of things

Never stop being awkward and adorkable, Jimmy (adwarkable?)

‘Jack, knock yourself out’ ‘I will, Gibbs’- funniest exchange ever

Ducky lives for the drama and I love it

Collapsing floor during a birthday party- hell of a way to go

Delilah putting up a firewall to prevent McGee from finding out the baby’s gender was so funny

Mike Franks popping up for all of ten seconds was just so iconic

The twins reveal was pretty cute

The foreshadowing in this episode with Sloane and the losing-a-daughter storyline (whether intentional or not) was really good to watch back

The amount of times the word ‘sex’ was said during this episode made me extremely uncomfortable- how hard is it to say ‘gender’ instead

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Ready Or Not

Don’t be such an asshole to Reeves, Torres

The Harrison Ford-themed names were kind of bad, but definitely not as much as they could have been

Abby and Delilah’s friendship has come such a long way, I’m so proud

Aww, Morgan, he was so sweet and didn’t deserve to die

Poor Sloane

McGee making a duplicate comfort kit for Delilah was the most adorable thing ever, and Abby yelling along with her was so funny

Bishop and Reeves always stand and sit so close together, too cute

I remember watching this for the first time and being really shocked when Yorka shot Morgan, especially since it was so early on in the episode

Abby really is a terrible liar

Bishop and Gibbs’ little performance was awesome

I don’t know why they didn’t think about putting Sloane in in the first place

Sloane making snarky comments was awesome

Morgan dying was so sad

Seriously, Torres? Do you want everything to blow up?

Reeves and Torres debating the bomb was hilarious

I loved how Gibbs just straight-up punched the driver in the face

The end scene with the twin-naming was so cute

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

High Tide (originally Ep. 11, but for some reason it aired as Ep. 10)

Torres is so obnoxious and a really bad law enforcer- lives are always more important than the op

Reeves worried about Bishop, so sweet

Torres is such a dick for ignoring Bishop and protocol

Ugh, why is Torres so arrogant and bigheaded- I hate him so much, yuck

How could those girls not know the capital of Maine

Insubordination is Torres’ middle name, and I could’ve watched a whole season’s worth of Vance chewing him out

Bishop’s anger was completely justified, but I wish it wasn’t because of feelings for him

I FUCKING HATE TORRES SO MUCH I WANT TO KILL HIM

Torres absolutely cannot be trusted, Sloane- you know it and so does everyone else

Yuuuck, I hated that part so much, and it didn’t even make sense- Bishop was super-angry at him just before, why would she do a complete 180

What other sort of cop is there, you idiot

Go, Bishop! So badass

Ya think, McGee?

Torres is such an idiot- don’t admit anything to someone who can’t be 100% trusted, and that plot twist was pretty predictable

More like a soft zero

Seriously? What if he died, you dickhead- also the fact that Torres had no backup plan and was only okay because the team saved him shows how self-obsessed and incompetent he is

The fact that the team doubted Torres shows how little he can be trusted, and how little they trust him

There was absolutely no chemistry between Bishop and Torres in this episode (or ever), and words can’t express how much I loathe and despise him and everything about him, which sucks because he could’ve been really well-written

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

Dark Secrets (originally Ep. 12, but for some reason it aired as Ep. 11)

I think all babies are pretty ugly, but Johnny and Morgan are cute

It’s just an ID photo, Torres- stop complaining

‘is there a spouse’ Autopsy Gremlin for the gender-inclusive win!

Carol mention! She’s awesome

Bud again! I’m using a lot of exclamation marks, but they’re things to exclaim about

Poor guy- she was a total asshole, lying to and cheating on him

Bishop and Sloane have such a pure relationship

Seriously, Torres? Not everyone dates in high school, and shaming someone about it is pathetic and juvenile (and it doesn’t help if they’re dead, either)

Recording your infidelity exploits isn’t a good idea (infidelity isn’t, full-stop)

I hate how obnoxious and over-confident Torres is

Just another instance of Torres manipulating someone into doing something for him

This was easily one of the most gross and uncomfortable plots I’ve seen, but a good way of showing that it’s not only guys that cheat and lie- girls do as well

WHY COULDN’T REEVES HAVE BEEN THE THIRD AGENT SO TORRES AND QUINN WOULD HAVE NEVER EXISTED AND CBS WOULD’VE SAVED HEAPS OF MONEY HIRING ONE MAIN CHARACTER THAT AUDIENCES ALREADY KNEW AND LOVED INSTEAD OF TWO NEW ANNOYING ONES

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SO HERE’S THE IDEA’S THAT ME AND @stcrmclcud got done

Some sort of game,, idk yet,,, doesn’t know their inside one

Different problems for each character (Missing parts, glitching parts, + parts they don’t need ect )

Idk why but. Stan as some kind of stitched Frankenstein’s Monster-esque furry.

Just. a fucking DOG with different parts. And it’s Stan.

Kenny has,,, skeleton bits MAybe,,

Cartman cld have like. An error or glitch on one of his eyes, kind of in reference to the many theories that he has Kenny’s eye??

Sobs idc if my girl heidi isnt in the au but. If she is. Flowers. She’s just covered in flowers. Any blemishes she has. Flowers.

Craig possibly is rather glitches out around the eye and a few other spots around his body

Frozen @ some point in the game and can not pass that said part

Missing File.exe

Missing background in some places, that and or rather glitched up and hard to see

Moments of g l itching,,,

Are. Are we allowed to let Ken pull a sans and know they’re in a fucking game bc his file keeps getting more and more corrupted (hence his body having skeleton bits; he rots more and more after it gets corrupted). He warns everyone so they cld do something abt it bc eventually he will fade away or disappear.

Tweek’s voice is fucked up, possibly has a third eye behind all his hair

RANDY IS NOT IN THIS AU,, His file was deleted a whole while back due to him knowing too much and yada yada, No randy

Kyle probably doesn’t have a mouth lol,, Its more glitched than anything

Butters missing his eye’s, blind boy

“LETS PLAY”

Creek? In my au?? NO THANK YOU

SOBS

Token probably doesn’t exist sorry,,

Jimmy has no legs sadly,, Missing in his files

Very tempted to make eric behind the whole thing

He probably is honestly,,

Tbh i really like the idea of Eric having alters, and since this is more of a glitch kinda game? He cld shapeshift into them. Mitch Conner, the more prominent one, is just a bald guy with the SAME eye glitch as eric.

Gotta add scott tenorman to the game because I love him, Possibly half human half robot type shit

Clyde ….. Died, more than likely, Possibly before the glitched happen, causing Craig to be more bumbbed out then usual...Craig probably wears his Jacket

I want Jimmy,,,, to wear Token’s sweater around his waist. Bc now that you mention it, the same thing cld happen to Token too :0

Fuck I think the idea of the characters all looking super surreal pre-corruption, kinda like the npcs of Yume Nikki- i just. Gfdnmmbhfbhghg pls. hOLD ON LEMME JUST-

KINDA LIKE THEM. wait im gonna send a clearer version to you in dms

Lots of secrets, lots of secrets,,,

What if, like in ddlc, Cartman cld put shit in ur game files. Or the characters cld.

A lot of it is just. Cries for help.

Insert a drawing kenny made of himself (skeleton with a fucking 2 foot dong) and the rest is just. Crass handwriting saying “PLEASE HELP ME I’LL DIE AT THIS RATE” or smth.

The game has a dark sense to it, not having very much lighting, the ora around the whole place is dark and mostly everyone isn’t so happy

Cartman thought the place was a little TOO happy so that’s why he probably did it, wanting full control over the whole place and by that he’d need to make the town dark and shit so they’d throw out the mayor and that.

Most of the girl’s files are missing, but everyone knows them….you just can’t see them

Oof to reference Heidi’s “quitting [twitter]”,,, whenever Heidi’s mentioned the words ‘Quitter’ appear so it’s a rule that no one talks about her.

What im trying to say is she voluntarily deleted her own file.

SHE KILLED HERSELF, MAN.

Craig is more emotionless than ever

RUBY?? IDK HER. KAREN ETHER

Everyones just DEAD MAN.

Idk how it happened theyre just gone.

Eric ‘ the hacker ‘ Cartman

Cartman you Big Blubbery Bitch

Sometimes really high pitched screaming happens but everyones used to it so its okay

Part of why theyre used to it is because tweek screams at the same pitch as the other ringing screams so they cant tell

What if at

Eric probably got Heidi to help him delete everyone’s Files, Possibly blackmailing her with someone of some sorts ( idk rn ) and forced her to delete files and that’s when she also deleted herself not going to be able to stand knowing she did it

If craig or kenny or either one says her name enough the writing “please don’t. I don’t wanna come back” will be written among a bunch of “quitters” overlapping and making this big fucking patch of whatevers. A conversation can probably be initiated from there.

Only Craig and kenny remember Heidi

The game probably disappears after a while because of so many files being deleted the game won’t run properly and will be forced to shut down...aka ALL FILES are deleted. So MC or NEW KID has to fix that?? And stop Cartman bringing everyone back ( But clyde cause he died before the glitch )

It all looks like peaches and cream at first (the scenery), esp while new kid roams through, and then they meet the first character and their monstrous appearances.

Wld this game be in FIRST person or third like the south park games,,

Third person

clyde glitches in and out of the world but since his file is gone. dead. destroyed for good and it really fucks with craig's mind bc he shouldn't even be here

OOOOO WHAT IF THE NEW KID CLD CHOOSE THEIR DESIGN LIKE IN THE OTHER GAMES

But you CANT be normal looking.

So like. Theres animal bits ummmmmm glitches,,,, your SKIn can be like. Really fucky.

Some characters don’t even have color to them, their just bland gray’s whites and blacks

If by chance bebe is in there,,, she probably has eyes all over her. In reference to people looking at her. Looking at her for too long results in a jumpscare of her shaking in tears and the words “PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT ME” appearing for like a split second. This is more likely to happen if you’re not engaging in conversation with her. (FUCK YES)

Kenny’s a filthy BODY PART THIEF

He steals ppls limbs so like he has his own skeleton-ish arms and then like four other ones

New kid having the option to hurt the people they meet

And Craig’s just like ‘ Nope ‘,, You choose the wrong people to hurt and Criag’s gonna get cha

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HOW WOULD YOU FEEL

Volume: 1.

Number of parts: 14 / ?.

Pairings: Human!Nine x Rose.

Synopsis: "Joanne didn’t even know if Rose was good in drawing or else, but if doing some signs for Maxence was helping her, she wasn’t gonna say no to her help. She would be glad to have helped Rose, even if it was with a very small thing. The more people would support her, the more she would be protected from her bullies. And if she was good at drawing, supporting her work would also be a way to help her feeling better."

“Many are stubborn in pursuit of the path they have chosen, few in pursuit of the goal.” - Friedrich Nietzsche.

CHAPTER 14: Headache

Joanne observed Rose for a moment, thinking about all the things she had told her earlier. As a mother, she knew that if Maxence knew for the bad treatments Rose seemed to be suffering from, he would stand up to anyone and protect Rose from the bullies. That’s just how he was. That’s what he had done for Tenny years ago. Joanne could tell for sure that he had already started making Rose’s life better. The girl was so pale that she probably hadn’t seen the sun in ages. That was surely the first time she was coming out of the institute in years. It was surprising that she was handling it so well. Joanne didn’t know that Rose had already had a panic attack but had hidden it well so they wouldn’t have to go back to the institute sooner than needed. She was still nervous and was trying to hide that too. She was very surprised herself that she was doing so well too. But the Wolf was helping a lot. “Maxence sometimes likes to think that he’s infallible, but he knows he isn’t. And now, he can’t make you think he is. I guess his experience is what will make him a good therapist. He wanted to help people, the job has come to his mind almost immediately.” “No one is. I knew he wasn’t but he is a good therapist. I’m glad he wanted to help people. It’s a good job to have.” Joanne gave a cup of tea to Liv and took one for her. She remained silent for a few minutes. She had nothing more to say. Rose and Liv either. After what had happened earlier, a bit of calm was gladly taken. They were all sipping their teas slowly. Only the running water of the shower was audible. After a long moment, the shower stopped. “Maxence, be careful…” There was a loud bang. “To the door.” “Oi!” Joanne sighed. “That damn door again.” Maxence certainly had hit the shower door once again. It was something he was doing all the time. They heard him complain about the pain. Rose chuckled briefly and rubbed her forehead lightly. “His headache won’t be better after this.” “Good thing I’m a nurse then,” chuckled Liv. “I’ll take care of that small boo-boo.” “Too tall for the flat I assume. Liv’s good about nursing. She’ll take care of the boo-boo in no time.” “This was the shower door. He always forgets about it. Donna always has to tell him. She wasn’t quick enough this time.” “I can tell he always forgets about that door. Sounded pretty painful. You should put some signs up for him.” Joanne chuckled. It indeed sounded pretty painful. As usual. Maybe more this time because of the headache he was already suffering from. “Yeah. I already told Donna to do so. We’ve got some things to make it at the school we’re working in. It’s easier, but none of us had the time so far.” “I see. I’d make you all some signs for him if you’d like. But I don’t know if they’d ever get to you. Hopefully the signs work for him.” “That would be great, and highly appreciated from him, I guess. At least, he never broke his nose on that door. We are all afraid it might happen one day if he keeps hitting it.” “The safety box will be just perfect to hide them from Nash and the others.” Liv was glad she had that idea. She could give Rose some things for her to draw and keep her mind busy, and some other things that she could need without the other nurses taking it away from her. Liv could have asked a transfer when she realised that it wouldn’t be a great place to work but when she had met Rose, she knew she had to stay to help her the best she could, and that was what she was doing. Rose just had to ask for Liv to try and get what she wanted, if she could have it. “I’d be happy to do it for him. It’ll keep my mind busy from other things. I’ve been drawing a lot so it’ll be nice to have something else to draw. Hopefully he doesn’t break his nose. That would really hurt.” “Thank you. It will be highly appreciated.” Joanne didn’t even know if Rose was good in drawing or else, but if doing some signs for Maxence was helping her, she wasn’t gonna say no to her help. She would be glad to have helped Rose, even if it was with a very small thing. The more people would support her, the more she would be protected from her bullies. And if she was good at drawing, supporting her work would also be a way to help her feeling better. “You’re welcome, Joanne. Anything to help him out. Don’t want him hitting his head too hard. He needs that.” “If you see him with a big bandage on the face, it means the signs wouldn’t have been enough.” They all hoped it wouldn’t happen. He had to be careful. Very careful. He needed his head to help the people he was in charge of, of people he would be in charge of in the future. So it was better for him not to bang it too hard. “Bright and colourful. Perfect. Exactly what he needs. He’s a bit short-sighed without his glasses.” And he was always losing his glasses. Joanne was sure that he didn’t know where they were right now. He was gonna need them though. He couldn’t watch TV or read or go on his laptop without them. “Okay. I’ll remember that. I hope the signs will work. I’ll make them bright and colourful. I’ll make sure he can see them well with and without his glasses. I know he needs them. He had trouble finding them the first day we met. But he found them.” Joanne laughed. It was so usual of Maxence to lose his glasses when he needed them a lot to do everyday things. He had never needed them before but when he came back after he had disappeared for two years – two years Joanne had spent looking for him before he came back home with no memories and looking miserable as hell – they had found out that he didn’t see much without them. They had also found out that he had a major brain injury that they couldn’t heal, a brain injury that was most likely responsible for his amnesia, and they had all told them that he would probably never remember anything. “I bet they were on his head. That’s usually where he put them, and he always forgets that he put them there.” How many times had they laughed because they were looking at him cursing because he couldn’t find then when they were on his head. “Exactly I had a teacher who used to put them on their head all the time and would get really mad when he’d lose them, only to realize they were on his head the whole time.” “Seems like it’s typical to people wearing glasses. Looking for them all the time. It’s not like keys and phone that you can make ring to find them. He has two pairs but he likes that one better.” Joanne shrugged lightly. She remembered when he used to hit every furniture and door after he came back because he didn’t see very well. She had forced him to go to the doctor although he didn’t want to go outside the house. He was shocked, a deep shock no one could understand back then. And no one understood it better now. It was a mystery, and they never managed to solve it. “Those glasses look nice on him though. Wonder why he doesn’t like the other pair.” “When you’ve got two same things, there’s still one you love more than the other. I guess that works for glasses too.” Maxence used to have a good eyesight, but after he knocked himself out – and hurt himself too – by tripping over a coffee table in his mother’s living, they had realised that it wasn’t the case anymore. He had changed a lot after his come back, and sometimes Joanne didn’t recognise him. She still remembered her poor boy coming back home after two years. He was wearing rags. He was confused and cold and hungry and so shocked that it had taken him months to get better. Months in which he had remained desperately silent, in which he had kept being sick, but she had taken care of him all along until he felt better. She was glad to see him now, to know that he was doing so well after he had gone through hell. Sometimes people experienced things and it forever changed them. Like Rose and being in a mental hospital for five years. She was really scared to go out in public alone. She got nervous whenever people would get angry. She was sometimes scared of herself. The list went on. And her history with dating the opposite sex… Jimmy Stone was an example. Someone she tried not to talk about. He was a horrible man and she hoped that he was in jail. She had gone silent for a whole year because she had been scared and because her words didn’t matter. So, she knew how that was in a way. There was more noise in the bathroom, and finally, Maxence got out of the room, rubbing his face. He was wearing sweatpants and a shirt close to his body. He hadn’t taken the time to comb his hair so it was messy. He hadn’t shaved either. He still was a mess, but a better mess. “Damn door!” he cursed. “How many times did we tell you to be careful?” asked Donna from the bathroom. “I keep forgetting about it. Let’s put a warning.” Maxence walked to the kitchen. He wasn’t wearing any shoes of socks. He was bare feet. He came close to his mother and wrapped his arms around her. He hugged her and nuzzled her neck. “You know where the ice is now,” she said gently to him. “I don’t think that’s gonna work this time, that headache is terrible.” He kissed his mother’s head and let her go. He grabbed a cup of tea and drank a large part of it while it was still hot. He sat down on a chair and looked at Rose. “Easy, Maxence,” Joanne warned him. “Careful,” added Rose. Maxence ran a hand through his hair, not even trying to comb it. It was still a bit wet. He sipped some of the tea slower, smiling a bit as both Rose and Joanne told him to go slower. He was thirsty, and he just loved tea. That’s why he was drinking it so quick. Rose drummed her bandaged fingers briefly against the tea cup and smiled a bit at Maxence’s smile. It was nice to see him smile again. “Nice to see you out. How’s going this little walk outside?” Liv hit his arm and Maxence winced. He rubbed his arm, complaining about Liv hurting him. “I told you I was gonna write it all down. No work for you until you feel better.” “She’s right, love,” agreed Donna who joined them in the kitchen. She sat down on Maxence’s lap. He wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer. Rose looked at him and smiled a bit. He looked better. Even if his hair was a mess. “It’s nice to be out. It’s going okay. I’ve had more attacks that I’ve had to hide than what I’d like to admit while being out today,” she replied before turning to Liv. “That’s the only question I’ll answer that’s related to his work. No more will be answered ‘til he’s back.” Maxence needed to take a break and wait until he was fully healed. “Good. It’s perfectly normal. You’ve been in that damn hospital for years. Quite a huge change for you. You’ll be better with time. I’m glad Liv made you come out of this place for a few hours. Means I can add some things to your therapy.” “Yup. It indeed is a big change. I was nervous enough just to be out of the room. I’m glad she made me come out of that place too. It’s nice to have some fresh air.” Rose only wondered what he would add to her therapy. The thought made a brief spark of gold form in her eyes, but vanished as quick as it came. “Yeah, that’s understandable, but you’re doing quite well. Too bad the weather is so bad. We could have taken a walk.” “Thank you. I’m trying the best I can. Still very nerve racking though.” “No, you couldn’t have.” Donna was contradicting him. “Dinner and then, you go to bed. You need to rest.” “No,” Rose sighed. “No walks. You need to rest and I don’t think I’m ready for that quite yet. I’ll be clinging to Liv most likely. Like I did when we left the hospital.” Maxence complained about them telling what he had to do, things he didn’t want to do, causing Rose to smirk at his childish behaviour. He hated just staying in bed when he felt good. He wanted to do things, to move. Joanne smiled. He was just like a kid sometimes and she liked it. It was always funny to watch. “I didn’t hit my head so hard. It happens all the time. I’m not dead yet.” “Could happen if you’re not careful. You could damage your head permanently.” Maxence rolled his eyes to Liv’s words. He was perfectly fine. “You hit your head so hard against the door we could've heard it outside the apartment. So, Liv’s right. No work ‘til you’re healed. You need to rest. Cuddle with your girlfriend and enjoy the time off.” “I’m perfectly able to work.” “You’re not. You still have that headache, and we all heard you hit that door.” “Damn door,” he muttered. “Which means your headache is worse than earlier.” “I’ll be fine, thank you.” “They’re all right, love,” murmured Donna into his ear. “You’ve been through a lot lately. You need some rest now.” She cuddled into him. “I am good.” “But be careful. You could get permanent head damage. I know that. But I’m sure you won’t get that. You seem like a healthy guy.” “None of you is fun, but I get the point. Mum almost killed me when I told her I was driving a motorcycle.” “I still don’t like it.” “I know. Donna doesn’t either. But I like it.” “I like motorcycles too,” said Liv. “Me too,” Rose added. “I’ve never ridden one. But I like them.” “And you don’t want to ride one, believe me. Those things are terrifying.” “I’d like to one day though. They don’t look too terrifying.” “Ah, maybe Liv or I will take you for a ride one day. If you trust us enough to do so.” “You’re a good driver, love, I just don’t trust your death machine,” argued his mother. “I’d love that. I trust you guys enough to do that. I can’t wait until that day comes.” “That always has been like this,” chuckled Liv. “The pros and the cons. We can’t do much to convince either side. Everyone stays on their position. If we were all sharing the same opinion about things, the world would be boring.” “True.” “That’s very true. So it’s nice to have disagreements and agreements. So the world isn’t so boring.” “Anyway, I brought your motorcycle back along with your stuff,” Liv finally cut short. “We made sure it was safe and away from Nash.” “Great!” Maxence grinned at her. “Thank you very much for bringing those back to me. I would have had to do all my IDs again otherwise.” “You should do them all over again anyway. How many addresses have you had in your life?” Maxence scratched the back of his head. “Well, errr… Yes, I always say that I need to do it but I never have the time to.” “You’re pretty hard to find.” “But you did find me.” “Thankfully.” “I kept asking everyday if she had found you. Thankfully she found you.” “Right. Thanks for keeping my things safe. I’m glad to have them back. I’ll update my addresses so you won’t have to look so hard for me a second time.” “We won’t be looking for you a second time. This won’t happen again. I won’t let it. Neither will Liv. But you’re welcome for keeping your things safe. Nash thought I hid them when Liv actually did.” “Mummy and Donna and Liv will make sure I’ll never disappear ever again. Whatever Nash will try about me.” Just thinking about how had Nash electrocuted him made his headache worse. He groaned and a weak golden spark appeared into his eyes to disappear just as quickly as it appeared. He would keep quiet about what had been done to him. No need to worry his mother or girlfriend. He was okay. “I know they will. I’ll try to prevent it too. You’ll never disappear again. Not with any of us around. No matter what Nash tries. She won’t be able to stop me from doing my lame job.” Rose would do something against Nash if she had to. If she tried to take Maxence from her again, Rose would turn her into a vegetable for sure. She could wipe her memory in a snap. No one was taking away her last shot of getting out of the institute. She needed Maxence. He was gonna help her and improve her therapy. She wanted to stay in the same room she was in until the day she left that place. And she would stay there. No matter what. They wouldn’t put her back in that horrible, horrible room. “You don’t do a lame job. You’re doing your best in the conditions you have.” “And there were priorities,” added Liv. “Well, one step at a time. First, we’re working hard to make you get out of this place and then, we’ll see what we can do to improve your therapy. Safe and slow things first. Dangerous and fast things later.” Maxence didn’t know if they would be able to do anything against Nash if she decided to take him back to the yellow room and he wasn’t sure if his brain would survive that treatment a second time. It would probably leave him totally amnesiac, or it would burn his brain and make him a real vegetable. His headache became worse when the spark appeared once again as if someone was putting needles through his brain, but it disappeared quickly. For now, he had no memories to have been the real Bad Wolf and no one was gonna tell him. It was better if he remembered on his own. Then, they would talk to him and figure out how to free him from its influence. “One step at a time. Please. Work on getting me out first and then we can find things to do to improve different things. Push me too far and I’ll panic. Safe and slow, then fast and dangerous.” “I’m not gonna push you too far or too fast. You already did a huge step today. Without my help.” Well, it wasn't exactly true since he had signed the paper but he wasn't aware of what he was doing. And right now, he would do the same because of that damn headache. He couldn’t even think properly. “Good. I know you won’t. You don’t seem like the kind of person who would do so. I had help from Liv to take that huge step.” “Relax, take it easy,” he joked. “That’s Mika,” replied Donna. “Who’s Mika?” asked Liv. “A singer. You’ve probably heard the song somewhere.” “If I’ve said Hakuna Matata, you would have guessed that I was a Lion King fan?” All the women laughed at his answer and he just smiled. Laughing wouldn’t help with his headache. “Yes. I love the Lion King. I haven’t watched it in a long time. Good movie. Love the song too.” “In a long time? We should watch it again. Maybe during a session. They wouldn’t come and watch what we’re doing right?” “Yup. I haven’t seen it in over five years. I’d love to watch it sometime. Maybe during a session if you want. If you’re allowed to.” Maxence grinned at Rose who grinned back at him and Liv rolled her eyes. “We definitely have to do that. I don’t care what they will say anyway. Lion King is full of lessons. Let’s throw a Hakuna Matata in that damn place.” Rose smiled. “Oh yay. I can’t wait for that session. I don’t care what they’ll say either. Maybe Liv can join us too.” “Maybe. Depends if I’m working or not. If Nash is around. Someone has to keep her busy while you’re doing your job.” “That would be nice. But I understand if you're not able to. Because I know you'll have to keep Nash distracted and all. It would be nice if you were working and were able to watch with us though without any worries of Nash.” Liv looked at Maxence. She was sure that Nash wasn’t done yet with him, and she was afraid of what she could do to him. Now that she had woken up the Bad Wolf that was sleeping into his mind, she could be up to anything. Even manipulating him. She seemed to know his Wolf pretty well too. Liv had to know why and how she managed to know so much about Maxence Spitz. And keeping Nash busy while Maxence was helping Rose was a nice way to help them both. Donna laughed. So did Rose. The girlfriend kissed Maxence’s head softly. She stroked his face. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes. “It’s so like you. Helping people with a Disney.” “Disney does help people,” declared Rose. “So I don’t blame him for using it.” “Maxence uses Disney for everything. I don’t blame him though. He’s a big child inside. It could be a bad thing but he has that perfect balance between the childish attitude and the adult one. That’s how he’s got me in the end.” “I don’t blame him either. I love Disney. I’ve always wondered if they’ve made any more movies. I love people who have that perfect balance between the childish and adult attitude.” “They’ve made more movies. I need my every year Disney movie.” He looked thoughtful. “Five years, heh? So, 2011. Rapunzel was out in 2010. There was Winnie The Pooh in 2011. Wreck-It Ralph in 2012. Frozen in 2013.” He was counting on his fingers. “There was none in 2014, but there were Big Hero 6 and Inside Out in 2015. Zootopia came out earlier this year, and Moana will be out in a few days.” Liv whistled. “You indeed are a huge Disney fan.” Maxence winced at the whistle and Joanne laughed softly. Maxence had always been a Disney fan. She wasn’t surprised that he knew all the movies that had been released in the last few years. She loved her childish Maxence, she loved how excited he could be when a new Disney movie was about to be released. “Oh Winnie the Pooh? I love Winnie the Pooh! I loved the book. Those all sound like wonderful movies. Hopefully I’ll get to watch them one day soon.” Rose smiled. She wasn’t surprised that he knew all the movies since he was such a Disney fan. She was happy about it because she loved Disney too. Rose liked her childish therapist and how big of a Disney fan he was. She only wondered how excited he got when he knew that a new one was coming out in a few days. “I think I have them all.” “Of course you have them all. Complete collection.” Maxence smiled. Point made. He could decide to take his computer and a few DVDs one day. If they were feeling rough and just needed a session to relax, it would be perfect. “Planning on seeing the new Disney with my lovely girlfriend. If she doesn’t mind.” “I never mind seeing movies with you. Even if they’re Disneys.” He gave her a full bright smile. Those were words he loved hearing. He was irresistible after all. She couldn’t resist him. “I’m sure your girlfriend won’t mind seeing a Disney movie with you.” “No one minds watching a Disney with you, love. As long as you’re not singing.” Maxence looked offended. It wasn’t his fault if he loved the Disney songs. ��It took him a while before he stopped with the Frozen song,” laughed Joanne. “Everyone’s hating that freaking song now.” “Not because of me. Everyone loves the movie, and the song even more. It’s one of the best Disney after all. And you love me singing.” “Not all the time, no.” “I love singing the songs,” said Rose. “I’d love watching Disney movies with him too if we’d met each other sooner so we could’ve been friends outside of the hospital.” There was definitely common points between Rose Tyler and Maxence Spitz. If they had met before, and in other circumstances, they would have been good friends. Instead, they were sharing a professional relationship. Much to Donna’s relief. She didn’t want anyone to steal her Max from her. She loved him so much that it would destroy her if they had to break up. Rose wanted a relationship like that. But she doubted that she would ever get in a relationship like that. No one would want someone like her who had been through what she had been through. She was damaged. Badly. Even if she didn’t show it. “We went to the cinema for our first date together,” he remembered. “Yeah, and you insisted on watching Inside Out.” “Which is a very good movie.” “True, but still.” “Come on, I’ve watched a lot of romantic movies with you too.” “After a lot of romantic dinners. I have to admit you’re a good boyfriend.” Maxence smiled and kissed her softy. He had never been into a serious relationship before Donna. He had never wanted to settle down and have a family either. But now that he had certificates and an almost stable job, he felt like he could have it. Donna moved in with him over a year ago now, and they were just as happy as the first day. Rose smiled. They seemed to really love each other and she was happy for them. She admired their relationship and hoped that she could find an amazing man like Maxence when she got out of the hospital. But she just didn’t know. She had had too many negative experiences with the opposite sex. “I love being different from people. I’m so unique. That’s what you like in me, don’t you?” he declared with a smile. “Yeah, I do,” answered Donna, playing with his hair lightly. “You indeed are unique. Donna is very lucky to have you. I’m lucky to have a therapist like you.” “I’m glad to hear that he’s a very unique therapist, and that he’s doing quite a good job so far.” Donna played with his hair, lightly rubbing his head to help with his pain. She loved the soft smile on his face. All his defences were down right now. She was seeing him the way he really was. It was surprising to see him without his walls around him while Rose and Liv were there. It meant he really trusted them. “You’re the strangest therapist I’ve ever worked with,” commented Liv. “I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing.” “That I’m a daft man? A good thing. I do understand the patients better.” “And supporting their delirium.” “Who says it is delirium? Maybe the crazy people are the most normal people compared to the others. Right now, there’s a crazy guy using a wrecking ball in my head.” “Does he sing too?” “What?” “Nothing.” “Hey, he may be strange,” intervened Rose, “but he’s the only therapist who’s ever helped me. He’s a pretty good guy. It’s a good thing that he’s strange. Because he understands me.” “Shh,” Maxence told Rose showing her to speak less loudly with his hand. “I appreciate your words for me, but you’re gonna kill me if you speak so loud.” “Sorry…” she said softer. She knew what it was like. Loud noises bothered him because of his headache. “I’m kinda used to having to speak so loud to get my word in. Habits I’ve gotta break.” She looked down at the ground. “No need to with me. I’ll always listen to what you have to say.” That was his job, but that was also his nature to listen to people and help them. Even when he wasn’t in the mood of. Like right now. “Anyway…” started Liv. “Maybe we will be able to do that special session later. When you’ll be out of this place. And I’m sure the doctor Spitz will sign an authorisation for a permanent exit very soon.” “It’s most likely what’s gonna happen,” he confirmed. “I’m already planning on letting you out for a few days for Christmas and New Year’s Eve. Your family will be happy to see you for the holidays and I won’t be too far if you need anything.” “You are Father Christmas,” joked Donna. Maxence smiled at her and kissed her. His arms were still wrapped around her waist. He nuzzled her neck gently, making her laugh. “Wait until you find out about my Christmas gift for you.” “Oh, is there a competition? I have to find the best of gifts for you?” “You can try, but mine will be better.” Donna was getting very curious about what he had in mind for their Christmas, and she wondered what she could possibly offer him to top his gift to her. She kissed him in return and nestled more into him. “That would be nice. Very nice. I’d enjoy that,” Rose admitted with a soft smile. “A few days for Christmas and New Year’s Eve? Boy!” she exclaimed, surprised and happy all at once. “This is like an early birthday present. I’ll get to be normal for a little bit and I’ll get to wear normal clothes for once. I know my family will be happy for sure. I’ll call you if I need anything.” Rose hadn’t done Christmas shopping in years. She hadn’t gotten to do a lot of things in years. But she wouldn’t think about that. That would just make her sad and then, she would be gloomy for the evening. And she didn’t want that. But she was happy now and she would get to see her family for Christmas. That was what mattered. “A few days with your family for the holidays will help you. I’m sure of that. It would be unfair of me to leave you into that hospital when you’re perfectly able to be out of it. I’ll have to talk to your mother and friends though. I have to put some conditions, and tell them what they can and can’t do.” He was already planning it all. But we’ll see that later,” he added when he saw Liv and Donna’s look. No work. He couldn’t work until he was feeling better. The message was clear. “I agree. It’ll really help me a lot. You can talk to my mother and my friends when you’re fully healed. No work. None at all. You can deal with that later.” Rose gave him the same look Liv and Donna were. No work. That message was clear. Clear as day. No one was gonna let him work. No matter how badly Rose wanted to know about his decision to let her out for the holidays. “I’ll work on it. Later. In a few days. But you’ll be out for Christmas, that’s sure.” “Okay. Sounds good. Thank you. I’ll appreciate it. I wanna be out of that hell hole for Christmas. But take care of it in a few days. Like you said.” Maxence gave in and finally stopped talking about work. He just wanted to eat now. He pretended to be sulking because they were all against him tonight. His childish side was coming back and it was motivated both by their behaviour and by his vulnerability due to his headache. Joanne laughed a bit at the talk they were having, but Maxence’s headache was worrying her. She could see that he was in pain even if he was hiding it pretty well. “I guess it was a sign that we were both assigned to you the same week,” assumed Liv. “And they’re not gonna get rid of us so easily now.” Maxence closed his eyes briefly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Nothing seemed to work on his headache, and it was driving him really mad. “So, for tonight, it is dinner and a lot of rest them. I hope there’s a good movie on TV or I’ll get bored really quickly.” “We’ll find something,” promised Donna. Maxence refused to tell Rose or Liv that he already had some permanent head troubles. He had forgotten two years of his life. He had absolutely no memory of what he could have done in those two years. Never a dream, a nightmare, a flash. Nothing. He drank the rest of his tea and closed his eyes again, placing his head on Donna’s shoulder. “What’s for dinner?” Joanne smiled and Donna ran a hand through his hair, lightly massaging his head to help with the pain. He moaned lightly. It definitely helped. “Definitely him. Always feeling the need to eat.” “I am hungry.” “You refused to eat for days, love. That’s why you’re so hungry.” Rose drank the rest of her tea in one drink and sighed softly. She traced the cup in her hands and smirked a little to herself for no particular reason. “He told me that when we first met. Had a snack in his bag cause he said he always got hungry throughout the day.” Her stomach growled quietly at the mention of food. Rose blushed and bit down on her lip as everyone seemed to look at her. Looks like she was hungry too. She was embarrassed but no one was judging her. Thankfully. Maxence kept his eyes closed and kissed Donna’s neck. He laughed a bit. “I didn’t have any when I came back on Saturday morning. I haven’t have the time to prepare it.” He finally remembered the events of the four days he had forgotten. “Always hungry. I’ve never seen someone who likes eating, who actually eats so much before,” remarked Donna. “I eat a lot, and I do sports so I’m perfectly healthy.” The sports were to help him with the anger he often kept inside down. He could also eat all he wanted and not put on too much weight. He laughed and stopped quickly because it wasn’t helping his headache. It was making it worse actually. He groaned. He wanted it to disappear already. It was the worst headache he ever had in his life. “I used to be healthy too. But that kinda went away as years went by.” “We’ll work on that. Nash can’t do much about you anymore. She’s afraid because we’re standing up to her for you.” “No, she can’t. Which I’m quite happy to hear. She’s getting scared because I have support now. Which I’m very appreciative of.” “I couldn’t let you live the way you were living when we first met. This wasn’t human.” It really made him angry to think about her condition when they had met, and once again, the spark briefly appeared in his eyes. Rose studied Maxence and noticed the brief golden spark in his eyes. She didn’t say a thing about it. “They thought I deserved it. I still have nightmares about that room. It’s horrible.” Rose shivered at the thought. It made her sad that they thought it was okay to keep her in that condition when it wasn’t okay at all. “You didn’t. No one does. And it’s never gonna happen again. I swear to God, I won’t let it happen ever again.” They wouldn't throw her back to that room, he would always make sure of it. Rose Tyler was gonna stay in the room 421 until she was out of the place. Whatever Nash would have had to say about it didn’t matter. “Will you stay over for dinner?” Joanne asked Liv. “I’m afraid we can’t. I have to bring Rose back to the hospital.” “Show me the paper I’ve signed,” ordered Maxence. “I maybe can do something about it. You can’t refuse a nice meal when it’s my mom cooking.” Rose covered her stomach with her hands. She frowned at Liv’s words. She didn’t wanna go back. Not yet. She liked being outside and away from that place. Hopefully Maxence could do something about the paper so she could stay a little longer and eat dinner with them. “I’m not the only one being hungry.” “I’m taking care of this,” Joanne told her son. “You’ll eat in less than an hour.” Maxence nodded. Liv grabbed the authorization in her bag and gave it to Maxence. He kissed Donna when she let him get up and grabbed his phone and Rose’s record. He went in the bedroom with all those things and closed the door behind him. He had seen that Rose didn’t want to go back to her small room into the hospital. If he could get an authorisation for a late come back, it would be great. But he would probably have to fight Nash first. Hopefully the fight with Nash wouldn’t be too bad. Hopefully he would win. Rose was sure he would win. He was determined. “If he makes it to where I can stay out longer, this will be the first home cooked meal I’ve had in 5 years;” Rose admitted quietly. Once in his bedroom, Maxence read all the papers and called the hospital. They tried to make him go round and round, to make him lose his time but he wasn’t in the mood of being mocked. Not now that he had all his memories back. He rubbed his temples, grabbed his glasses on the bedside table and read the authorisation again. There was no hour for going back. Just the hours when the hospital was closed to the public. Liv had a pass and keys to get in without any trouble, but it was better if he called and said that Rose and she would be a little late. He picked his laptop in the living, arguing with Nash about that decision. She had been surprised to hear about him again, and to hear that he did remember everything. Absolutely everything. Rose had a bit of a migraine, but it wasn’t bothering her too much. She got the kind of headaches Maxence had every day at least. They were indescribable when it came to the pain and nothing helped. It just had to go away on its own. “It’ll be kinda useless to give me my withdrawal pill. ‘Cause I won’t be sleeping tonight. Not with how the Wolf is acting. Lots to process. It’ll take it a bit to calm down,” Rose murmured to Liv. “I don’t have them on me. You will have to take it to the hospital though. I don’t want you to get sick, and it’ll help you to sleep after all those strong emotions.” Maxence was still fighting with Nash over the phone and she was making his headache worse. He sent a mail and finally got the authorisation he wanted. When Nash was done yelling at him, he hung up and walked to the bathroom, raising his thumb to tell Rose and Liv that it was okay with them staying a bit longer. Rose smiled. While Joanne was starting to cook, he locked himself into the bathroom, rinsed his face and looked for something to help him. He didn’t find anything and sat down on the toilet, rubbing his temples, hoping it would make the pain go away. “Doesn’t Mr. Spitz have the pills though? Because he had them in his pocket. That was when Nash tried to get rid of him.” Liv looked thoughtful. “He probably still has them, you’re right. I’ll ask him.” “I figured he might. But you can ask him to be sure.” Maxence was still locked in the bathroom, trying to get rid of that damn headache. It was driving him mad and nothing seemed to work on him. He walked to the sink and turned on the cold water. He closed his eyes and put his head under water. He had to make it go away. One way or another. Donna looked at the bathroom door. “What is he doing again?” she murmured for herself. Rose noticed he was still in the bathroom and was starting to get a little worried. She was wondering what was taking him so long. “Maybe he’s trying to find something for his headache? He did seem like he had a bad headache. I bet talking with Nash made it worse.” Maxence turned off the water and sat down on the ground, his back against the shower door, his soaked hair dripping on his shoulders. His headache wasn’t any better. He pressed his right hand against his head and closed his eyes really tight. There was that whistling now. He punched the ground, whimpering at the unbearable pain in his head. It had to stop. It had to stop before he banged his head to make it stop. “You should check on him, love,” Joanne told Donna. “Make sure he’s alright and isn’t doing anything to hurt himself.” “Yeah. I’ll do that.” Rose closed her eyes as the Wolf became more concerned for Maxence, and was pacing around behind the golden barrier. She pressed between her eyebrows with her thumb and lightly rubbed it in a circle to try and relieve the pain. She exhaled calmly as she sensed the Wolf relaxing, and opened her eyes again, the little golden spark in her eyes gone. Donna got up and unlocked the door with a pocket knife. She came into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She found Maxence sat on the ground, his hair and shoulders soaked. He was punching the ground repeatedly hoping it would make the pain disappear. Donna grabbed a towel and sat down on the ground close to him. She wrapped her arms around him and held him against her. She dried his head off gently, lightly massaging to help with the pain. “We have to break the rule,” she murmured to him. He closed his eyes and leaned on her as she was slowly rocking him. “You have to take some aspirin for your head. You can’t stay like this.” His hand hurt too and it was almost pleasurable compared to the pain in his head. He didn’t want to take the aspirin because of the risks. But he was gonna pass out if the headache didn’t disappear quickly. Rose was watching Joanne cooking. It reminded her of how many times she had watched her own mother cooking. She suddenly felt nostalgic. She missed her mother, and she missed their small moments together. She wished she could live it again. “Need help?” she asked her, playing with her hands absentmindedly. Joanne looked back at Rose. She didn’t need any help. She was used to cook on her own but the young woman was so willing to help and do something that she couldn’t refuse once again. “Yeah, come here.” She showed her the worktop and told her what she could to help. Liv was watching, smiling a bit. It was good to see Rose do some ‘normal’ things. She looked back at the bathroom, wondering how Maxence was coping with his headache. Not so well. He kept his eyes tightly close and just focused on Donna rubbing his head. He wasn’t sure about breaking the rule. “I don’t want to break the rule. I don’t want to…” “You won’t. You’re not alone and confused anymore, Max. Your mom and I won’t let you go back into this. I promise.” She kissed his head. “But I don’t want you to be in such a pain anymore. I hate it when you’re suffering so badly.” Maxence remained silent a few seconds. He had felt another kind of pain earlier and hadn’t asked the question to his mother or Donna yet. But he didn’t know what the new word were. They had bandaged it. “You never told me.” “Told you what?” “About the new word. The one who carved itself earlier.” “I don't think…” “Donna.” “It’s a name.” “Is it the name of someone I know or do I have to find who it is?” “It’s the name of your patient. Rose Tyler.” Maxence opened his eyes and looked up at Donna even if it was painful to do so. Why in the world would he have Rose’s name on his chest? What could that possibly mean?

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And Rose seemed pretty happy to help. Maxence looked up at Rose to watch her cook with his mother. Everything not to look at the tiny bubbles in the water. It reminded him of some alcohol he used to drink before. But it was just a med. A med he had started drugging himself with before he found stronger drugs.

“Drink it up, Max.”

“No, I don’t want to. That’s rule number one.”

“Rule number one can be broken when my boy is suffering so much,” argued Joanne. “Drink it.”

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The Novelist and the King 4 A Christmas Ball

Pairing: Caspian x OC

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The flames of the fireplace flickered and Amelia appeared to be lost in thought, abandoning her book about the White Witch. Nearly three days had past since the kiss in the snow, and now Narnia was covered in white. Despite how happy she was here, Amelia couldn’t help but wonder what was happening back in London.

She wondered if anyone had even noticed her absence. Surely Jimmy would have replaced her by now, but someone must have tried to look for her. She remembered what Jimmy had said and felt a little more at ease. He was right; she had nothing to go back to.

Caspian was extremely busy with making sure his subjects were prepared for winter, managing how much food and supplies the people would need. He deeply wanted to be with Amelia, but he understood that the people of Narnia must be his first priority.  Amelia understood this as well, and was not offended at all by the King’s absence. An entire week passed before they were able to really talk to each other.

She had been carrying a rather large pile of books and scrolls down the hall back to the library when Caspian offered to assist her. She handed him half of the stack and they journeyed through the palace to the library. The fat white flakes slowly fell from the sky, creating a blanket of snow over Narnia.

Amelia had taken a few trips to the village and, despite the cold weather, the people were jolly and full of life. The castle was decorated with reds and greens, the halls always smelling of baked goods.

“Does Narnia celebrate Christmas?” Amelia wondered, examining the large tree being put up in the corner of the library.

“Definitely.” Caspian grinned. “My uncle thought it was ridiculous, but I love it.”

“It was always my favorite time of year back in London. The lights, the decorations… the family. “Amelia’s thoughts floated off into memory. She remembered the tree her and her father would decorate with bulbs and stars. Caspian looked down at the floor, feeling foolish for being so nervous. He was the king of an entire country! How could he have let his nerves be scrambled over this wonderful girl?

“Amelia, I have been meaning to speak with you…” He chuckled at his own foolishness.

“And I with you.” Amelia lead him over to a pile of notes. “I know how busy you’ve been, but I have a few questions about The War of Deliverance, more specifically your role with King Peter.” She started to ramble on with details, as she often did, her words running together in her quick speech. Caspian was afraid she’d run out of breath before he had the chance to speak.

“Amelia.” He interrupted. She watched, waiting for him to say something as he fumble for words. He took a deep breath. “Ever since I became king, I’ve made it a tradition to host a celebration for Christmas; a ball.”

“How lovely!” she exclaimed.

“Yes it is.” He paused, glancing over at the tree again before letting his gaze returned to her bright, curious eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering, hoping really, if you would like to accompany me to the ball?”

Amelia seemed stunned for a moment, before a wide, beautiful grin spread across her face. As always her happiness was contagious and Caspian’s face lit up with a smile.

“That would be… fantastic.” Amelia finally said. “I would love to.”  The pair stood there, looking at each other with joyous expressions for a while before Caspian remembered Amelia’s previous questions.

“You were saying something about King Peter?”

“Yes! I was just wondering…” She asked many questions that he answered in as much detail that he could. He couldn’t help but find her pure curiosity and desire to understand extremely attractive.  

Whenever they were together, the minutes bled into hours, which blurred into days. The palace staff grew a custom to seeing the king and his new companion. They genuinely began to adore Amelia and her quirky personality. She was always kind to them and never raise her voice at anyone.

Besides Caspian, Amelia spent a lot of time with Reepicheep. He always had a delightful story of his adventures to tell, including that of his tail. After being wounded fighting the Telmarines, his tail had been cut off. His fellow mice brought him to the Lion Aslan and offered to cut off their own for their leader. Instead, Aslan provided Reepicheep with a new tail, one his has been very proud ever since. Besides the stories, she enjoyed the company of the charismatic mouse.

As the days went by, the castle transformed, even more red and green lining the hallways. Amelia often asked if she could help decorate and the maids were excited to ask her about her time with the king. She never gave them many details or indications that she fancied him, but the way she looked at him was all they needed to know that Amelia had feelings for King Caspian. Soon she was the gossip of the castle.

The night of Christmas Eve came quickly and the palace was buzzing with life. Servants were setting up for the ball and Caspian wanted to make sure everything was perfect. The halls looked festive, but it was the ballroom that looked truly magnificent. Icicle chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a giant evergreen tree occupied the far right hand corner, presents already over flowing underneath from servant to servant.

Those who worked during the day slowly made their way to their quarters, including Caspian. Butt he wasn’t the slightest bit tired so he decided to go on a little adventure around the castle. Not entirely sure what had come over him, but enjoying it nonetheless, he thought that someone else would enjoy this childish endeavor.

Amelia had just settled in for the night when she heard the knock at the door. She sighed, thinking it was Mrs. Ashbey, who she had dismissed for the holiday to spend time with her family. She stood, wrapping a robe around her as she walked to the door.

“Mrs. Ashbey, I told you, I am perfectly capable-oh.” When she opened the door, it was not her loyal maid standing before her. Instead, looking incredibly mischievous with a gleam in his eyes and a small smile on his lips, was Caspian.  

“I hate to disturb you at this hour, but I am unable to sleep and I had an idea.”

“And what is your fine idea that brings you here Caspian?” He took her hands and pulled her into the hallway. He leaned towards her, his smile becoming a smirk.

“A surprise.” He whispered. She raised a eyebrow in curiosity. He lightly tugged her away from her room. “Follow me.” He gripped her hand and took off down the corridor, Amelia momentarily trailing helplessly behind him. Once her shock faded, she was able to keep up with his pace unable to stop the giggles as they sped around corners and when she nearly tripped on an upturned rug.

“Caspian!’ She called over her breathlessness. “Where are we going?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise!” They continued running until Caspian stopped abruptly, pulling Amelia into a recess in the wall. Because he had stopped so suddenly, Amelia collided into him, latching onto his shirt to keep from falling. Since the opening was so small, they were pressed together, faces not even an inch apart. She opened her mouth to speak but he put a finger to her lips, listening for the servants he had heard to pass by. When he was sure they were gone, he brought his finger away, allowing her to talk.

“Why are we hiding?” She barely spoke above a whisper.

“It makes it all the more exciting, doesn’t it?” He grinned, looking slightly mad. She had never seen Caspian act this way and she didn’t know what to make of it. He took her hand once again and kept running until they reached the kitchen. Once inside, Caspian spotted a platter of ginger snaps on the table. He grabbed one, taking a rather large bite and handed another to Amelia.

“Is this the surprise?” She asked, nibbling on the edges of the cookie.

“Of course not. I just thought you might be hungry.”

“What brought on this mysteriously giddy mood Caspian?” She smiled, his mood starting to rub off on her.

“I’m not entirely sure.” He shrugged. “Perhaps it’s the Christmas spirit.” His smirk spread into a youthful grin and Amelia’s light ringing laugh made him even more joyous. When they had eaten cookies to their heart’s content, they continued Caspian’s little adventure around the castle.The hour was drawing close to midnight as they reached the playful journey’s end. Caspian quietly opened the door to the ballroom and the two slipped inside. Amelia gasped, looking at the beautiful room before her.

“Wonderful isn’t it?” Caspian said, watching the light sparkle in her brown eyes.  “And that’s not even what I wanted to show you. Come.” They went down the grand staircase and Caspian brought her to the large evergreen.

“Caspian, are you saying we should open our presents early?” Amelia scolded teasingly.

“Technically it is midnight.” He corrected as the grand clock chimed. “Therefor we will be breaking no Christmas law tonight.” He picked up a long, narrow box and held it for a moment, as if hesitating, before handing to her.

“Well now I feel awful.” She whined. “For I left your gift in my room.”

“That’s alright. There’s a ceremony during the ball tomorrow so you can deliver it then. I imagine the others will have gifts for you, but I am selfish and wanted you to open mine first.” They laughed and she carefully untied the bow on the present. Caspian took a deep breath in anticipation for her reaction. She lifted the lid, revealing a silver rapier, with a handle decorated with red jewels.

“Caspian… it’s beautiful.” She carefully lifted the sword, examining the blade carefully. In the metal handle, there seemed to be an engraving.

“May your words never falter and your sword be quick. May your mind soar to the heavenly sky and may your heart forever be caught in the snares of love.” Caspian recited.

“This is… thank you.” She couldn’t even begin to find the right way to say how much she appreciated the gift.

“It’s a quote from your father’s book, right?”

“Yes it is.” She sighed happily. “It’s my favorite. How did you know?”

“I have a few spies around the palace.” He said suavely.

“Oh I’m sure.” She tried to stay serious, but she couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping her lips as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I had your maid steal your father’s book for me.” He admitted.

“You stole my book?” She exclaimed.

“I made sure to return it.” He lifted his hands to shield himself from the box she threw at him. “I’m the King, I could have you arrested for that!” He laughed.

“But it’s Christmas!” She playfully pouted her lips and raise her blade, getting used the weight and length quickly.

“Opening presents early, your Majesty?” A deep, jolly voice said from behind them. Amelia’s jaw dropped, looking at the man before her. He had a long white beard and a red cloak.

“F-Father Christmas?” She stuttered. He chuckled merrily. “But, you're a myth.”

“Your world has lost its belief in me, faith belonging only to the children.” He sighed. “But you seem surprised. Your father believed in me, did he not?”

“My father believed in everything.”

“An admirable quality in your world, for a man who believes is one who truly sees.” he set down the sack he carried and pulled out a scroll, handing it to Caspian. “You will need this for your journey.” Unraveling the parchment, he saw it was a map.

“Thank you.”

“And for you Amelia.” He held a gold locket, the image of a willow tree engraved on the front. “Your father meant to give it to you. It meant a great deal to him that you should have it.” He gave it to her and swung the sack over his shoulder. “As for the servers, you’ll find that all remaining preparations for tomorrow’s celebration have been taken care of. Merry Christmas!” He turned and left the two of them beaming in front of the tree.

Amelia opened the locket and smiled. Inside was a picture of a smiling woman holding a baby. It was her mother.

“Here, allow me.” Caspian offered. She handed him the chain and he undid the small metal clasp, draping the chain around her neck before fascination it. She stared at it for a moment before meeting his gaze. Their eyes remained locked on each other and they each leaned in, getting closer and closer until- the sound of scurrying footsteps interrupted them. They​ quickly stepped apart, both awkwardly looking at the ground.”

“Oh- my sincerest apologies your Majesty.” Reepicheep bowed and shifted back to the stairs. “I was just checking to make sure no one was trying to steal gifts or anything. Merry Christmas.” He sprinted up the railing. Caspian sighed, his shoulders shaking with quiet snickers. Amelia’s face turned as red as the holly hanging on the walls, but she too had a smile teasing at her lips.

“I suppose I should let you get back to your room.” he stepped toward her, offering his arm.

“Yes, I supposed I should be getting some rest before tomorrow.”  She took his hand instead. As they walked back to the western third floor, everything seemed brighter. Every color was more vibrant, every smell sweeter. Both Amelia and Caspian felt nothing by complete and utter bliss.

Caspian’s heart practically leapt out of his chest whenever she looked at him and Amelia couldn’t think straight when he smiled. They were both disappointed that the night had to end as the reached her room.

“This is my stop.” Amelia sighed. “Tonight was amazing.” She stepped into her room but turned back. She mustered up every ounce of boldness she could and grabbed the collar of Caspian’s shirt, colliding her lips into his.

Caspian’s breath caught in his chest, his eyes wide with surprise. After he could finally realize what was happening, he closed his eyes, lifting his hand to rest behind her head as their lips moved together. But the kiss ended just as quickly and suddenly as it had begun.

“Goodnight.” Amelia gasped before closing the door. This was the second time she had left him speechless and alone after an unexpected kiss. Back in London, they would say she was being ‘hard to get’, but she honestly was at the mercy of her nerves. Where they took her, she went. She Was so afraid to see his face, to see his expression. What she didn’t know was the every time they touched, Caspian was every bit as nervous as she was. It was if there were a thousand pixies flying around his insides. It felt like he was a boy again, all knobby knees and big eyes every time he saw her.

Amelia had to wait until her heart settled to a normal pace before she even tried to fall asleep. Caspian wandered around aimlessly before eventually going back to his quarters and falling in a deep wonderful sleep filled with dreams of the girl with a book in her hand and ideas in her head.

   Morning brought the buzz of excitement and anticipation. Amelia stayed in bed for almost an hour after waking up, basking in the memory of the night before. She kept glancing at the rapier, which was laying on the large chest at the foot of the bed, very tempted to test it against one of her pillows. She spent most of the morning sneaking to the kitchen for hot chocolate and wishing all of the staff a Merry Christmas.

Mrs. Ashby arrived in the afternoon after having a lovely morning with her family. Although Amelia wished she would take the whole day off, Mrs. Ashbey insisted on helping her prepare for the ball, starting with spa-like bath with bubbles and peppermint oils. The two chatted happily about how Amelia was enjoying staying at the palace, and more importantly, how she was enjoying the company of King Caspian. Because Amelia thought the older woman had become a mother figure to her, and since she simply couldn’t keep it locked inside any longer, she told Mrs. Ashbey about the two kisses she and Caspian had shared.

“You what?” She exclaimed. Amelia shushed her with a giggle. She bit her lip and nodded rapidly. “Well,” Mrs. Ashbey nudged her arm, eyebrows raised, “how was it.” Amelia sighed dreamily.

“Completely wonderful. He’s just…” her voice trailed off. She laughed at her school girl silliness.

“He’s definitely the handsomest king we’ve had.” She handed her a towel and a robe and prepared the vanity with an array of jewelry for her to choose from.

“Well I can’t argue with that.” Amelia  sat down in front of the vanity while Mrs. Ashbey ran her fingers through Amelia’s hair, trying to decided what style would be best. They continued speaking of life and love while they figured out how her hair would be worn, ending with a braided crown with curls cascading down her neck. As for accessories, a band of golden metal roses was placed behind the braid and she wore the locket given by her father.

“Now if I could only decide what to wear.” Amelia opened the wardrobe but Mrs. Ashbey held up a magnificent gown. Amelia admired the crimson fabric. “This is beautiful.”

“I thought it would make a good gift. Well go ahead, put it on. I need to see my work.” Amelia captured the older woman in a hug before trying on the dress.

 People from all over Narnia and surrounding countries began to arrive at the kingdom. Caspian greeted them with a smile despite the nerves stirring in his chest. Of the few years of this tradition he figured he should be used to the amount of people. But tonight was different. Tonight he wouldn’t be hassled by the daughters of powerful men in hopes of courting him. Tonight he would be with her. He would be able to present her as the woman he… well he truthfully had no idea how to describe the feelings he held for Amelia, for it was nothing like the boyish crush he had had for Queen Susan.

Of course, until Amelia arrived, there was no escaping the lovely, but insufferable woman who wished for the crown. He forced a smile and kissed the hand of the Duke of Galma’s daughter. Standing in the middle of the ball room, he attempted to have conversation with her, but she only seem interested in flirting.

“So your Majesty, I have heard that you’ve constructed a new ship. Do you have any travels planned?” She asked with a seductive tone in her voice.

“I am not a liberty to say.” He politely tried to dissuade her flirtatious efforts. “How is Galma? I haven’t been for so long.”

“Perhaps you’ll have to visit.” She bit her lip and started on about how wonderful Galma is in the summer. Caspian looked around until his gaze landed on top of the stairs, his jaw dropping. Amelia stood, searching the room, trying to find Caspian in the crowd of what seemed to be hundreds of people.

“Will you excuse me?” Caspian cut off the Duke's’ daughter and moved quickly up the stairs.

“There you are.” Amelia sighed with relief. Caspian approached her breathlessly, mouth still gaping in shock. “What?”

“Y-you look… stunning.” He gasped and blush painted Amelia’s cheeks. “Really, I mean… wow.”

“Well you don’t look too bad yourself.” She noticed his fine black dress robes. She took his arm and the two faced the crowd.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Caspian announced, “let the holiday festivities commence!” The orchestra began to play, but the people waited as the king came down the stairs with the beautiful mystery girl and began the first dance.

This waltz was different than when they danced in the courtyard. It had more purpose and direction. Every move was bolder and Amelia felt as if they were floating as they glided across the floor. The song ended and switched to one that was slower. Amelia picked something from a fold in her dress. She presented it to Caspian.

“What’s this?”

“I guess I selfishly wanted you to have my gift first as well.” He examined the small object carefully. “It’s a compass, for the journey Father Christmas mentioned. It was my father’s.” Caspian placed the compass in his pocket and smiled.

“Thank you.” the song picked up again and they weaved through other dancing couples, not noticing the stares they were getting. “Speaking of that journey, I was thinking you may like to come with me. I’m sure your talents would be very much appreciated aboard the Dawn Treader. Of course, it would not always be glamorous. Time as sea can be difficult and-”

“Yes.” She interrupted. “I’d love to go. I want to see more of this world and I want to be with you.” Caspian’s smile broadened.

“Great.” He chuckled. “We’ll begin the voyage this spring. I’ll make preparations for you tomorrow.” They danced happily and Amelia laughed, looking around the decorated room.

“I feel like I’m in Dicken’s book.” She noted.

“Who?” Caspian cocked his head still grinning wildly. Amelia beamed.

“Nevermind.”

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