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#and on dee’s side she’s j at her end and is ‘this might as well happen’ and it has the benefit of getting under her twins skin like nothing

khadijatries · 5 years

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Part 2: The Cure

It proved to be too much of a mission to sit idly by, wondering about Jude. It gave Cardan agitating dreams where she would prowl into his room, and they would fight with swords or daggers, or even just whatever came to hand first. One time it was the candle from the lamp that usually sat beside his bed. That time, Jude had laughed. Such a glorious, unexpected sound it was.

Every time, Jude would win, and usually, it was with his weapon turned against him, pressed against his throat. And also, usually, Jude was straddling his hips on the floor, or holding him up against a wall, or on the bed. His hands would go from a position of surrender to rest on her hips. Her breath would quicken fanning his lips when she leaned forward, her eyes would dilate as she watched him.

“I hate you.” Was all she ever said.

He would give her his most patronizing grin as he slid his hands up her sides lightly, then back down. She would lean infinitely closer, until he would give in, and lean up…

“Only you can be the cure.” He would say.

That’s when it ended. She would fling her weapon across the room and then he would jerk into awareness.

“Are you sure about this?” Liliver asked now, making sure Cardan knew what to do when he got to the mortal realm.

He didn’t bother giving her a definitive answer. He wasn’t sure. He was terrified, and nauseatingly excited. He’d never left Faerie before, never seen humans in their natural habitat.

He forced his ragweed horse into a gallop before it leapt up into the air, and out over the ocean. For a moment, Cardan forgot where he was going. He was flying, wind whipping his hair in every direction, and clouds parting to show him his path. He could go anywhere, it occurred to him. He could escape, and let them fight over Faerie. Orlagh, Madoc, even Roiben. He wondered what would be the implication of abandoning the crown. That made him huff out a laugh at the absurdity of it.

Oak was still too young. Part of him wished Oak wouldn’t ever have to become King. Not for any malice against him, but for what it would cost him. Ironic that Oak ended up being his brother, who he wished he could save from this fate, when his adoptive sister works so hard to keep his throne open for him. The same sister Cardan couldn’t keep out of his dreams. Day or night.

Then it occurred to him that if he escaped, Jude would find him, drive a knife through his kidney, and demand he crown Oak with no delay.

The scary part was that he wouldn’t need a knife to the kidney. He would do it for her. Even if she slashed his brother’s throat. Even if she controlled him for 6 months.

If anything, that time caused his infatuation to evolve into caring about her. And now he cared too much.

So much that he wanted only to see… just to watch and make sure she was okay.

The enchanted ragweed steed galloped low into a clearing across from a building too big to anyone’s residence. This was probably the market place the Roach had schooled him about. Cardan shook his head.

Mortals and there grandiose.

The moment he slid off, the steed became weed once more. For a moment, Cardan felt a sickly panic begin to rise inside. Fear coiled in his gut. Fear of the unknown. His heart hammered so loud, he could hear it.

“Highness?” He whipped around to come face to face with a short green elf. “King Cardan Greenbriar, Your highness?” It repeated, with large, round, unblinking eyes.

Cardan willed himself to stand straighter, and folded his trembling hands behind his back.

“Who might you be?”

“But a servant King Cardan Greenbriar. I await nothing but my return to Faerie King Cardan Greenbriar, and a debt to pay.” He folded his tiny hands, as though pleading, and stuttered at Cardan. Somehow, his wide eyes grew infinitely wider. This… This was who Liliver thought was suitable to show him the mortal realm?

“A name.” Cardan said, because that’s what he wanted to know in the first place.

“Melvine, King Cardan Greenbriar, Your Highness.”

Cardan huffed out a breath in agitation. Was this a joke?

Melvine’s squeal of a voice was already grating on Cardan’s pointed ears.

“Ok, Mel.” Cardan took a step forward, raising a hand. “Call me Cardan.”

Mel shrunk back instinctively, but then, when Cardan’s hand hovered in the air, eyebrow’s raised, he seemed to remember himself, leaned forward, and planted his tiny lips in Cardan’s ringed hand.

“Mel must never be so disrespectful to King Cardan Greenbriar.”

Cardan let his hand drop and sighed, figuring he wouldn’t go anywhere tonight if he tried to convince Melvine otherwise.

“Take me to Jude.” He just said.

“Jude, King Cardan Greenbriar?” Melvine asked, confused. “Who is this Jude, Kin-”

Cardan let out a deep sigh again, slapping his forehead in disbelief. Had they really given him a guide as clueless as he was?

“Yes, Mel, Jude…” He enunciated as clearly as possible.

“My most humblest apologies, King Cardan Greenbriar. I am incompetent at best, King Cardan Greenbriar. I must be punished for not interpreting my instruction, King Cardan Greenbriar.” At that, he promptly began walking away from Cardan, toward a sunken path between the field and the market place.

“Wait!” Cardan shouted after him, but he kept walking so Cardan began to follow. “Mel, what instructions?”

He seemed to be mumbling to himself as he speed walked across a flat black space with random white lines. Cardan didn’t like the smell of the mortal realm. Not at all.

Cardan groaned. “STOP Melvine! Your King orders you to stop!”

Melvine harshly came to a stop as soon as Cardan’s hand came down on his shoulder. For a tiny guy, he sure was fast.

“What instruction?”

“To take King Cardan Greenbriar to the halfling redcap, King Cardan Greenbriar.”

Jude’s sister. Vivienne. Well, that made sense.

“Okay, lets just go according to whatever instruction you were given Mel. Forget I said anything.”

“Yes, King Cardan Greenbriar.” With that he began stalking away again.

Cardan looked around in agitation again, and then followed after him again, not knowing what else to do. He wondered if this was payback from his 2 most trusted advisors.

Melvine approached giant glass doors, that seemed to be locked, but when he was close by, they just slid open. Cardan looked at them sceptically before following Melvine inside. It was dark for a while, and then suddenly, everything lit up brighter than the castle during a full moon.

What was most alarming was the emptiness.

Inside, they past lots of other giant glass walls. Ones that didn’t slide open, but Melvine seemed to leap through anyway. He walked quickly on his tiny feet, going in and out of the walls before Cardan could follow, picking things as he went along. Eventually, Cardan decided to stop following him, and stay in one place, feeling stupid about going back and forth.

He leaned up against a glass wall, eyes narrowed in concentration, face first. His forehead bumped painfully into it, and he winced, drawing back. He looked back to where Melvine seemed to still be moving in and out of the walls with ease and back at the wall accusingly.

“King Cardan Greenbriar.” Cardan jumped in alarm, swearing the elf was yards away a second ago. Mel leaned down on a knee, and opened his arms wide, head bowed. “My humble offering to King Cardan Greenbriar, as instructed.”

Cardan looked down, beyond Mel to the pile of things in from of him. They seemed like scraps of material and unnecessary items. Although there was a trinket that caught Cardan’s eye.

“What is all this? I wish only to see J-… The redcap.”

“Yes, King Cardan Greenbriar. However, first one must disguise as a mortal.”

Cardan looked at him as though he were stupid. “I can glamour myself, Mel.”

“Yes, but not your Kingly attire, King Cardan Greenbriar.”

He was tired of hearing his name with the honorific, and more tired of being reminded he was a Greenbriar.

“Very well.” Cardan stripped down, and began putting on the peasant clothes. They felt scratchy against his skin, but not completely unpleasant.

“These are jeans, King Cardan Greenbriar. The mortal’s wear them all the time. And this is a hoo-dee.”

Cardan pulled it on and nearly suffocated himself in its cap, realising late that he put it on the wrong side. “Mortal clothing is infuriating.”

“Now you must glamour yourself, King Cardan Greenbriar.”

Cardan groaned, rolling his eyes. What is all this? All he wanted was to spy on Jude for the night. Not be given a makeover.

But Cardan did it anyway, casting his glamour of mortalness.

Melvine gave a sharp in take of breath, allowing himself to study Cardan’s glamour.

“King Cardan Greenbriar looks a very handsome mortal.” He nodded.

Cardan looked at his reflection in one of the giant glass doors, and cocked his head. Hah. Mortal. From the new flush of his tanner skin and rounded edges of his ears he so loved on Jude, to the stature of his body.

Who would have ever thought Cardan Greenbriar would stoop to make himself look like a bloody mortal?

#Jurdan #Jude Duarte #jude greenbriar #jude x cardan #king cardan #The cruel prince #The wicked king #The queen of nothing

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annie-banks · 4 years

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mishaandthebrits · 5 years

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Dancer (Part 1)

Warnings: little!reader, bondage, pure smut!, Jensen and Danneel have an open relationship, Jared & gen too, Misha & vicky also.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

You had met Danneel first. The two of you worked together and after a while you became close friends. She was the one that introduced you to Gen and Vicky and the four of you became almost inseparable. When your job contract ended and you didn't really know what to do it was Jensen who offered you a job in the production of supernatural and since then you worked as a PA for him. You weren't a regular PA though, because even before you started the job Danneel and Jensen had opened up to you about their sexual practices. They wanted to share you and after a little consideration you agreed. Since then you spent day and night with them, looking after the kids but also after the two adults. Weeks later Danneel approached you about Jared and Gen and later Vicky and Misha and you somehow ended up with all three couples. The shared nights were something you would never forget. All three wives trusted you with their husbands and had begged you to take the job as a PA so you could help them release the stress of shooting when they couldn't be there. You had agreed. So here you were in Vancouver waiting in Jensen's trailer when you got a text from Danneel. You never told us you were a dancer :O

Attached was a photo of you from a few months ago. Where did you find that one? 😅🙈 You replied and rolled your eyes. It wasn't like you kept it secret on purpose, it just never got to the topic. Gen googled you! I might have also sent this to the guys 😉 She texted back and before you could reply the door to the trailer opened. "Hey Y/N.", Jensen smirked and closed as well as locked the door. "Hey Jensen.", you smiled back pretending to not know about the photo. "Danneel sent me something earlier. Why did you never tell us?", he frowned and stepped up to stand directly in front of you. "I... it never got to that topic.", you mumbled looking at the ground. "Well baby, now that I know just how flexible you are, you and I will be having a lot of fun tonight.", he grinned before kissing your forehead. "Wait at home for me, stretched and wear something nice okay?", he added and kissed you passionately. "I'll see you.", he smirked and left the trailer to head back to set. You swallowed and watched him leave before heading back home to the house the three males and you shared up in Vancouver. All three males had different tastes and you knew them, just like you knew what their wives likes, so you made sure to include them in all you did. After getting dressed in Jensen's favorite pair of white bra and white thong with a tiny bow on the back you added stockings in white and a holder as well as a tiny skirt that did not at all cover anything. Smiling you posed in front of the mirror and snapped a photo sending it to Danneel. Damn Y/N. I miss you! Just the thought of ripping that off of you and making you cum with my tongue. Fuck. She replied and you sent her a selfie of you kissing the camera when you heard the door open. Knowing that Jared and Misha still had to finish scenes today you knew that it must have been Jensen, so you sat down on the bed smiling. The guys and you lived in a 5 bedroom house, one room for each and one they shared with you and their wives when they were here because sometimes it indeed got messy. "So Y/N... oh fuck, come here baby girl.", he breathed from the open door to the room and you quickly walked over. "You know I love that outfit right?", the males whispered and you nodded smiling. "So does Danneel.", you giggled and he nodded understanding. "That's the reason she told me to film you and send her. You bad girl teased her.", he chuckled and you grinned. You actually loved teasing every single one of them. "She told me to punish you.", he mumbled and your eyes widened with anticipation. While Jared usually was the one that liked causing you pain and Misha used toys on you, Jensen just loved making you come as often as he could without mercy. "Do me a favor and strip for me, will you? With your dance moves and all.", he asked smiling and sat on a chair that was in the middle of the room. You swayed your hips as you walked to the docking station and plugged in your phone before starting to dance. You indeed had stretched before he arrived so you were ready to give him a little show. You started by simply touching yourself and sliding down into a split while watching him. When you closed your legs behind you and grinded the floor you heard his first moan and soon a female one joined. Looking up you looked at his phone and smiled. "Hi Danneel.", you giggled and blew them both a kiss. "Fuck J, you really need to punish her... I am so wet right now.", you heard her voice and kept on touching yourself. You pulled on your skirt lightly and snapped the waist of it against your skin before lifting your leg so it was up besides your head and they had a good view of your thonged pussy. "Oh fuck, I should tie you up just like that...", Jensen moaned and you bit your lip looking directly at him. "Maybe you should.", you shrugged and stretched your leg further grinning. "Or like that.", you then innocently smiled and before you could react Jensen had placed his phone besides him on the table so Danneel would see everything and approached you. "No mercy for you today darling.", he mumbled and threw you on the bed grabbing some leather cuffs from beside the bed to tie your hands above your head and your legs spread wide open just slightly uncomfortable but not painful for you. Once he was done he looked at you with a smirk and undressed himself. Making sure to never touch you he grabbed the phone then started pleasing himself slowly. "Oh fuck baby, do you see how hard she made me already?", he moaned and you heard Dani moan as well guessing that she was touching herself as well. "Show me her quickly before I have to go babe okay? And then, don't let her off too easy today. 5 in the minimum.", the female spoke over the phone and soon you looked at the camera. "Love you Dee.", you blew her a kiss and wiggled do your boobs jiggled making her groan. The couple grinned at each other and seconds later the phone call ended. "Now, shall we begin?", Jensen spoke with a deep voice making you shudder. You loved it when he talked dirty, once you even came just from that. You didn't have a second to think before he slammed into you in one motion. You groaned arching your back so he got in even deeper. He immediately started thrusting in and back out knowing very well that you enjoyed the stuffed feeling and did not need to adjust to the size. "Fuck Y/N.... had I known this earlier...", he moaned while he kept slamming in harshly before almost completely pulling out again. His hands were beside your stomach and he stroked your sides making it impossible for you to keep calm like you usually did, instead you were a moaning mess. After about 10 slams from him you felt your first orgasm and panted. He soon after came too but just kept going. "J-Jensen, please.", you moaned needing a short break to which he just smirked. "No baby, 5 without a break, then we will maybe start thinking of one for you. But only maybe.", he cooed never stopping but stroking your cheek gently while your eyes rolled back in your head. Your second orgasm was more intense. You've previously had two following behind so soon, but never both from Jensen's member hitting you so deep. Breathing heavily you thought you would pass out when the third orgasm washed over you like a hurricane. "J... please...", you begged only causing him to smirk. "Beg all you want baby, I'm not gonna stop till you've had five.", the male shrugged and leaned down to kiss you just when the forth one approached making you moan. "That was four, really nice darling, just one more okay? I know your sensitive, but you can make it.", he smiled lowering his finger to stroke your clit which caused you to come immediately. All of you was sensitive and when he pulled out you whimpered. "Fuck... I... I can't move...", you moaned looking up at the male with the camera in his hands. "Look at her baby, five orgasms, we should train her a bit... and all of my cum dripping out of her pussy, god I wish you could see that.", he spoke before untying you and getting up. "I'll go get a wash cloth to clean you up baby girl.", he smiled leaving the room and before he even came back you were fast asleep.

#dancer #mini series #smut #jensen ackles #jensen #ackles #supernatural #supernatural x reader #x reader #reader

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ancientbooshartifacts · 5 years

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Junk

Author: Vous_et_moi

Year: 2008

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Mike/Dave

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“Dave?”

“Yeah Dave.”

“But… Dave?”

“Fucks sake, Noel, yes, Dave.”

Noel looked at his little brother unbelievingly, Mike was picking at the print on his t shirt, avoiding Noels eye. He had just admitted to perhaps maybe fancying Noel’s friend Dave a bit in the middle of McDonalds and Noel sat with a fry half way to his mouth, Mike watched as the ketchup on the end of the fry dripped off and landed on the table top.

“Are you sure Mike, cause this could just be like that time you thought you fancied Dee and got all upset and then once you told me you didn’t fancy her anymore-”

“It’s not that.”

“How can you be sure?” Noel eventually ate his chip and sat back with his arms crossed, peering at Mike. That had been fucking awful, he’d thought about breaking up with Dee for a week, he hated seeing Mike upset.

“Because that was misplaced jealousy, remember? Julian worked it all out, psychoanalyzing me? You’d been seeing Dee more, I didn’t like it, bla bla bla?”

“Yeah Yeah I get you, but this is just mental. When did you start liking boys?”

“Not boys, a boy.” Mike argued, reminding himself of a Blackadder episode. Only he didn’t think Dave was going to turn into a girl called Kate.

“Ugh no. How many times Mike; do what I say not what I do!”

“Yeah I bloody chose to be like you, I thought to myself ‘out of everyone in the whole world, I think I’ll use Noel as an idol, hopefully I’ll get the aids before I’m thirty.’”

“Oi!” Noel laughed, “Shut it. You shouldn’t eat that,” He nodded towards Mike’s burger, “bet them animals died in really horrific ways.”

“Don’t care. Neither did you, stop hanging out with Russell Brand, you’ll be doin’ Yoga next.”

“Fuck off!”

They shared cheeky grins before Noel remembered what they’d been talking about.

“But like…Dave?”

“I like him. He’s nice to me.”

“So is mum.”

“Shut up. This is awkward, don’t make it worse. I just thought I should talk to you seeing as you’re meant to LOVE me and help me out.”

“…I don’t love you that much. Aw Mike why do you always have to be so difficult!”

“What?”

“There’s probably loads of people who want you! You have to pick Dave.”

“I know”

“Who by the way, is MY mate, and straight, AND is seeing a girl.”

“Yeah I know.”

Mike sounds so sad and small Noel stops trying to act smart for a minute and leans forward in his chair, “You want me to say something?”

“Noel!”

“What?”

“I’m not twelve.” Mike sighs, pokes at his burger with a fry. He wants to open up the bun and peel out the slice of gherkin he knows lurks inside, but he also knows his brother, and how quick Noel would be out of there if he saw even a glimpse of green. They both hated them yes, but Noel couldn’t even look at gherkins.

“I know. But I could scout about, pull some shapes, see what he thinks of the idea?”

“There’s no point. You’ll make things all funny.” Mike gets a knot in his stomach at the thought of Dave finding out that he like’s him, it twists and turns and he’s not very hungry anymore, but that’s ok, because Noel has already started on his fries now that his own are finished.

“I won’t, I can be very inconspicuous when I want to.”

“You are about as inconspicuous as an elephant on a tube with a back pack, muttering to another elephant about becoming a hero-”

“Yes alright, Mikey, just you calm down, eh?” Noel grinned, ripping open a curry sauce.

They make an odd sight, him and Mike, sitting in a McDonalds at three in the morning, Noel wearing a purple glittery ensemble and high platform boots, Mike was wearing a grunge looking t shirt that Noel had already unsuccessfully tried to bin this week and baggy blue jeans, he was sitting cross legged on the table top but no one was around to tell him to get up, just some drunks in the corner, Mike focused on them for a minute.

“Those guys over there are talking about you.”

“They are? Balls. Good or bad?”

“Huh?”

“Like, is it “I’d tap that, crikey.” Or “Look at that great Electro poof, lets beat him up and secretly tap that.”

Mike laughed into his Milkshake as he took a drink, “I dunno, probably the second one, they look a bit outraged. Will I text the men folk or do you recon we can take them?”

“How many?”

“Four.”

“Men folk.” Noel grinned, even though his words made him sound worried about the drunks as soon as he knew he was being watched he started to preen. Mike got out his mobile phone, pretended to take a picture of Noel when really it was the guys (photo reference for Julian) he sent the picture to Julian with the simple message “Robin in trouble, hurry up Batman. J ”

“Do you think he’ll still be awake.”

“He’d stay awake till I got in.” Noel said absentmindedly, “I really need to pee and I cant cause they’ll follow me up stairs.”

“I’m not chumming you to piss.”

“Come on Mike, I could die.”

“Don’t care. Hold it in.”

Noel tutted, “You are not going the right way about me NOT telling Dave you fancy him.”

“You can’t use that against me! That is unbelievably unfair!” Mike glared at Noel, who only smirked back at him, “Plus what good am I? remember that last fight I got in? That guy just looked at me and took my glasses off of me and I was fucked.”

Noel started laughing loudly bringing a little more attention that was necessary to them, “That was fucking excellent!”

“Fuck you.”

“I wanted to shake the guys hand, how quick was he? Genius!”

“Noel shut the fuck up.”

“I mean with most people they’d do the usual hand-on-the-head move you know, pointing out very unoriginally that you’re about three foot-”

“-I’ll tell mum.”

“-But that guy. Wow, what a working class hero.” Noel was snickering, Mike tried not to smile but it was too hard, Noels laugh was infectious.

“It was the fact he put them safely back into my pocket afterwards that I liked best.”

The memory of it was too much for Noel and he positively squealed with laughter, clutching his sides, Mike laughed too but threw a fry at him so he knew he wasn’t really that amused.

“uh oh, your fans are on the move,” Mike’s eyes widened a little and he quickly looked at his trainers, Noel busied himself with reading the nutrition guide. But it was to no avail, they watched a shadow cast over the table.

“Oi you!” One of the men started, Mike saw three possibilities, One; Grab the tray, hit the biggest one with the tray, then using the tray as a sort of shield run for it. Two; Abandon Noel, hope that his glitter distracts them long enough so that he can call Julian and tell him to hurry up, but he couldn’t possibly do that one and the third… Well the third was confrontation.

After all he had contact lenses in today.

“Oi What?” Mike looked up challenging, he snuck a hand into his pocket, his mind going ‘Zippo Lighter, align your knuckles.’

“Are you two from “The Mighty Boosh?”

Not what they’d been expecting.

“Em, yeah.” Noel replied nervously.

“My girlfriend loves you,” The Man flipped his mobile phone out, “If I call her will you say hi?”

“Eh… Sure.”

Mike and Noel swapped relieved looks as the Drunk called up his girlfriend who didn’t seem very impressed at being woken up so late, he put her on loud speak, Mike and Noel took the phone.

“Alright?” They called out together, recognising their voices she seemed to waken up a bit.

“Oh my God oh my God! Is that really you?!?!”

“Yeah,” Mike grinned, “Think so.”

“Where are you guys?”

“Getting junk food-”Noel began, the Man waved at them franticly, shaking his head, Noel coughed, “Yeah, just met your boyfriend on the street.”

“Oh right, is he drunk?”

Mike and Noel grinned at each other, “No he’s fine, yeah, tell you the truth love I think we’re in worse nick, MIKE GET OFF OF THAT WALL! Sorry, little brothers eh?”

Mike covered his mouth quickly to cover his laugh, Noel covered the bottom of the phone.

“Oh, wow, well, I better let you go look after him, Thanks for talking to me…”

“No probz Darlin’ Keep watching the show!”

“I will do, Oh, go tell that tosser that if he wants his tea he’ll find it in the wheelie bin, Night night”

Mike, Noel and the Drunk man’s mates laughed as the phone was hung up, the Drunk man snatched it back and frowned at it, Noel moved up the bench.

“Look Sit here, take a picture for her.”

Mike and Noel waved them off smiling, well, that hadn’t been too bad.

“I keep forgetting guys staring at me might mean they recognise me now and not that they want to perform some GBH.” Noel was peering just past Mike to the car park outside, “Cavalry’s arrived. Hey Mike your boyfriend came along too.”

“Shut it!” Mike growled, he stopped himself from turning round to look, and waited for them to get into the restaurant.

“Alright, where were you? Fat lot of use you guys are, me and Mike just got bummed.” Noel grinned as he swung his arms around Julian’s neck, “McFlurry might make up for it though?”

“You didn’t tell us which McDonalds you were going to, we’ve been to two other stores.” Dave shook his head, perching on the table next to Mike, he looked at the younger man concerned, “You alright?”

“Eh…”

Julian scoffed, “Noel says he’ll forgive us for getting him raped if I buy him ice cream, how do you think they are? What happened?”

“Just wanted us to say hi to his girlfriend.” Mike mumbled, going shy with Dave’s eyes on him, Noel grinned wickedly at him, Mike grew worried, and bit his lip, Noel softened at this and looked back at Julian.

“I want a crunchie one and Mike wants an apple pie and I DEMAND it now!”

“You are a spoiled brat Noel Fielding.”

“Yes but I’m your spoiled brat.”

Dave made reaching sounds and Mike laughed hopping off of the table.

“Those two are well sick.” Dave threw his arm over Mike’s shoulder, Mike leaned in a little, if Dave had looked down at that precise moment He would have seen Mikes eyes being to shine, as it was, he didn’t/

“Yeah” Mike repeated back, in a small voice, “Sick.”

~~~

“You don’t.”

“I do.”

“Mike?”

“Yeah Mike.”

“But… Mike?”

“Yes Julian, Mike.”

Dave spoke very slowly as if he were talking to a particularly dim witted child, He shook his head and grabbed anther piece of pizza, “This is good, who made it?”

“Primo Pizza, off of York Street. Mike though, seriously?”

“Yup.” Dave bit down, looking at Julian nervously, Julian was frowning, he took a long drink from his can of lager.

“Noel will kill you, you know that, yes?”

“That’s why he doesn’t find out, right?”

“Alright.” Julian sighed, knowing already he was doomed. Noel always knew when he was keeping something from him, even when it was a s innocent as finishing off the last Jammy Dodger. He had no chance in Hell of keeping mum over this, “How long?”

“Fucking AGES man, It’s so much worse this tour cause we’re bunking up this time round and he keeps wondering about all naive and innocent in his boxers-”

“-Woah there, don’t need to hear that, he’s like my adoptive little brother too now.”

“Yeah sorry man. I wish I was back with Rich.”

“I thought you said he snored like a mother bitch?”

“He does. You keep using Noelisms.”

“I know. It’s not right. Have you heard him and Mike talking? After a while it’s like listening to a different language.”

“You’re just not down with the kids.”

“Lol.”

Julian and Dave laughed, feeling very clever about themselves.

“What about your girl?”

“Don’t ask, she was all mad about something when we left, and I said I’d see her soon, and she said not likely and I don’t think I replied back the way she wanted so she stormed off.”

“What did you say?”

“I said ‘cool man, catch you on the flip side.’”

Julian laughed and stretched out a bit more on his bed. They sat in his and Noel’s hotel room, playing cards and drinking cheap beer, Julian was actually quite tired now, but he couldn’t sleep until Noel was back an safe, and he had the feeling that’s how Dave felt about Mike.

They were a funny breed the Fielding boys, they made you happy, deep down, deep, deep down. Julian wasn’t actually sure where it was they warmed you up from, probably the chi.

But when they went out alone, which Julian supposed they had been doing long before he met them, you couldn’t help but worry.

It wasn’t like they were kids, far from it, and they didn’t go looking for trouble. Trouble just seemed to follow them about.

They were loud together, really loud, and talked about nothing, it brought attention to them, and Noel, bless him, always wore what he wanted to wherever he went, unfortunately there were some people who definitely didn’t like his style.

Much like a white pointy hat at a Chris Rock gig.

“Where’s Matt and Rich?”

“I dunno… still out on the pull?”

“Yikes, Newcastle, lock up your sons and daughters.”

Dave smiled, shuffling through his cards, he checked his watch again for what seemed like the hundreth time that night, Julian watched him sympathetically, he gave up trying to tie down Noel with time a long time ago.

“You going to say anything to him?”

“Who?”

“Mike.”

Dave looks up, raises his eyebrows, he looks like he is considering the question, but shakes his head.

“Why not?”

“Make things awkward for him, man, couldn’t do that. Don‘t want things to change.”

Julian was going to argue that maybe Mike would feel he same, but he thought better of it, Dave was right to just leave it.

Change wasn’t always the way forward.

“Julian Julian you can’t have babies! Please Ju!”

“What are you talking about?”

“I know what happens when babies are born!”

“Noel-”

“I disappear! I disappear and no one can see me! Please Ju don’t you go too!”

Julian was snapped out of his thoughts by his mobile vibrating off of the bedside table, he sighed and went to receive it.

“Place your bets, “Dear Juju, I’m cold, come and pick me-”

“What?”

“The boy’s are in trouble. Come on grab your coat.”

“This is useless. Did they not tell you which one they were going to?”

“No but it has to be one near by, they walked to it didn’t they?”

Dave and Julian scanned the horizon from inside the touring car, Dave’s eyes lit up as he saw another pair of golden arches in the distance.

“There! Look, that has to be it!”

Julian changed lanes and headed towards the late night restaurant.

They parked the car and hurried towards McDonalds, Dave jumped over the bike racks outside and they nearly collided with a group of drunks that were coming out, Dave breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mike and Noel sitting in a corner booth, Mike was sitting cross legged on the table top, he looked adorable. Noel was grinning as he stood up from the bench

“Alright, where were you? Fat lot of use you guys are, me and Mike just got bummed.” he swung his arms around Julian’s neck, Nuzzling into his jumper “McFlurry might make up for it though?”

“You didn’t tell us which McDonalds you were going to, we’ve been to two other stores.” Dave leaned on the table top next to Mike, he looked worried, “You alright?”

“Eh…” Mike was worrying at his bottom lip, Dave adored that.

“Noel says he’ll forgive us for getting him raped if I buy him ice cream, how do you think they are?” Julian rolled his eyes, “What happened?”

“Just wanted us to say hi to his girlfriend.” Mike said in barely more than a whisper, something was up but Dave couldn’t figure out what, he caught Noel giving his little brother a cheeky grin, before turning his attention back to Julian.

“I want a crunchie one and Mike wants an apple pie and I DEMAND it now!”

“You are a spoiled brat Noel Fielding.”

“Yes but I’m your spoiled brat.”

Dave crinkled up his nose, he was all for being young and in love but he couldn’t stand soppy bull shit like that, at least, not where everyone had to hear it.

They headed towards the counter so Noel could get his ice cream, Noel had wrapped himself around Julian’s arm and was chatting away excitedly, Dave threw his arm around Mike, loving the contact.

He felt bad for Mike, always having to see his brother draped over someone, he wondered what it would be like to grow up like that, your brother obviously so comfortable in his own skin.

Mike was looking at Noel uncomfortably, Dave thought he understood why…

“Those two are well sick.”

He didn’t.

“Yeah, Sick.”

~~~

There’s something up with Noel.

There’s defiantly Something up with Noel.

Julian sighed and stared up at the ceiling that he couldn’t see because of the dark but he knew it was there. Noel was rolling over and over beside him, tossing and turning and sighing and tutting, giving Julian not so subtle kicks awake.

Enough was enough, Julian reached over and switched on the bedside light, his hand went up to tub his eyes, to stop the stars from dancing there. Noel did the same.

“Fuck, Ju! My eyes!”

“What’s the matter? you’ve been rolling about for 2 hours, its almost half five! We’ve got stuff to do tomorrow!” Julian turned so he could face Noel, Noel did the same, he brought up his hand up to put stray hairs back from Julian’s face, “I’ll staple you to the bed if you don’t stop moving.”

“Most decent folks would say tie me down, and not put sharp metal through my beautiful skin.”

“Most folk don’t know you to be a wriggle monster like I do.”

Noel smiled and shuffled closer to Julian, ducking his head down low as if he was about to tell him a secret.”

“I know something.” he was smiling mischievously, Julian grinned back and snaked an arm around Noels waist.

“Really? What?”

Noel bit his lip, “I cant tell you.”

“Oh. Alright. Night-night Noel.”

Julian hit the light switch and the room was plunged back into darkness. Noel bounced about beside him, huffing and sighing, then after a few moments he spoke again.

“Don’t you want to know?”

“Not if you cant tell me.”

Mike likes someone.” Noel blurted out, Julian rolled his eyes, not that Noel could see.

“Mike always likes someone. That’s what he does.”

“No, it’s different this time. It’s new, it’s interesting.” He could hear Noels grin in his words, he smiled too, knowing how desperate the younger man was to tell him the big secret.

“Good. You can talk about it with him in the morning.” Julian bit his lip to stop himself from laughing as Noel whined from beside him, wriggling in frustration.

“Do you want to guess? If you guess it means I haven’t told you.” Noel pleaded

“Noel it’s almost dawn, I don’t care, I’ll never care, I wouldn’t care if it was you right now.”

Noel poked him in the tummy, it hurt a little but Julian let it go, he supposed if someone had said that about a brother of his he’d want to hurt them too.

“That’s disgusting. I’d care. No go on! Guess!”

Julian sighed and in his minds eye came up with a list of any female they had recently been in contact with.

“Dee?”

Julian felt Noel shake his head beside him, his feathery hair tickling Julian’s face, the feeling used to annoy Julian, a long time ago when Noel had grown it out, now he didn’t think he could live without it.

“No.”

“Sue?”

“Nope.”

“Julia?”

“Uhuh”

“Rich?”

“…No. And also go home.” Noel sounded disgusted and then seeming to remember what they were talking abut giggled and jumped about beside Julian.

“Noel please just let me get some sleep. Stop jumping in the bed.”

“Fine grumpy. I will. And it was Dave, by the way.”

Julian switched the light back on and sat up in bed, Noel grunted at the harsh yellow bulb and covered his eyes with the duvet.

“NO WAY!”

“What?” Noel asked, peering out from under the covers, just his eyes showing, Julian opened his mouth then remembered just in time that he couldn’t say. He really couldn’t. He mustn’t.

“I can’t tell you. Nothing. Go to sleep.”

Noel threw the cover off of him and sat up with Julian, he grabbed the older mans hand and look’s at him with puppy dog eyes. Julian hates his weak will.

“No! What do you know!”

Julian looked pained, and Noel felt bad for pressing on something he clearly doesn’t want to discuss, but to know that there is gossip, but not to know what said gossip was? Well that went against everything Noel Fielding stood for.

“I promised Noel, do promises not mean anything to you?”

Noel held out his hand formally to Julian, and fixes him with an unwavering stare.

“Hi, I’m Noel Fielding, I don’t believe you’ve met me?”

“Alright, fair enough. But they mean something to me.”

Noel pushed Julian back down on the bed and straddled him, putting a hand either side of Julian’s head he looked at him pointedly.

“Balls; there’s no secrets between us Juju.”

“Not through lack of trying on my account.” Julian sighed, and tried to ignore Noels thighs by his sides because if he touched Noel now he would defiantly be a goner.

“Ju! Ju what do you know! Tell me! Pwease?” Noel pressed his body right against Julian, giving it all he got, he kissed Julian’s cheek chastely in the innocent way he knew Julian loved and whispered ever so softly, “Please, Jelly bean?”

Julian felt his resolve crumble at the use of Noel’s oh-so-secret nickname for him, his lip trembled, a sure fire way to know when he’s about to snap, Noel closes his eyes and starts giving him Eskimo kisses…

“Its about Dave.”

Noel does his best not to grin, and give away his innocent façade.

“What?”

“He likes someone.” Julian gulps, hoping Dave will forgive him somehow.

“Who…?“ Julian raised his eyebrows and waited for Noel to make the connection, “…OH!”

“Oh.”

Noel started bouncing up and down, grinning madly.

“Yes that’s brilliant! Now they can go out and it could be so sweet! Providing they don’t shag, cause if Dave even looks at Mike in a dodgy way I’ll kick his arse.”

Julian was biting his lip enjoying the sensation of Noel’s tiny little jumps, however he knew that Noel shouldn’t let himself get too happy.

“No, they cant.” Julian sighs.

“Exactly.”

“No, I mean they can’t just go out because we can’t tell them that they feel the same way because we’re not meant to know.”

Noels bouncing comes to a halt, the bed still creaks a little and Julian can’t help but think of all the time’s he’s heard bed springs groaning in hotel rooms, were they too just an innocent noise of a boy jumping on the bed excitedly?

He doubted it.

“Oh no!” Noel looked so disappointed that Julian felt his heart pull a little bit, “But what if we just tried to get them to tell each other?”

“I don’t think they will, little man.”

Julian knows Dave won’t not just out of fear of rejection but also fear of change, they had a nice set up, Him and Mike, their relationship for all intents and purposes like going out with someone but with non of the ties and tribulations that came with sex.

Julian had often thought of sex as the destroyer of otherwise innocent passion.

Noel started to clamber off of Julian but he grabbed a hold of Noel’s hips and kept him still.

“Where do you think you’re going, wriggle monster?” Julian leaned up to catch Noels lips in a kiss, Noel grinned;

“I thought you said it was bed time?”

“Bit late now for sleep, we’ll never wake up for that press review.”

“Ah right, “Noel said between kisses, “I can see your point.”

Julian rolled them over so he could lie Noel down on the pillows on his own side, “Ugh me covers have gone all cold!”

“Not for long.”

He likes the way Noel feels underneath him, likes to know how his lover could have anyone but only wants him, it’s nice to feel the ever confidant Noel shakes underneath him and grab a hold of him so tightly, like he’s afraid Julian will disappear if he doesn’t.

He likes the feel of Noels collar bone as he kisses along it, likes the way every time he exhales Noel shivers at the tickle of his breath. He likes to make Noel squirm, and shudder and thrust underneath him, but most of all?

“Julian, Ju please!”

He loves to make him beg.

~~~

Rich wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but something most definitely had.

Something was rippling through the Boosh boys like an underwater jigsaw, oh yes, he could tell, it took a small small man to go unnoticed by Richard Fulcher.

He didn’t think Matt had noticed, but he’d been out of the dynamic of the group for so long it was understandable that he was so oblivious, munching away on cornflakes and chatting about their night out before.

Also, he had the strangest feeling that Matt may be too normal to pick up on this stuff.

Noel kept grinning at Mike, who in turn would give him a furious look back and take frightened little glances at Dave, who was doing the same only he was also trying to subtly get Julian’s attention, who was very obviously ignoring this while staring at Noel, shaking his head in what could only be Julian telling Noel to calm down.

Curiouser and curiouser…

Rich poured himself another coffee, and sat back in his seat to try and analyze.

“Mike, eat it.”

“I don’t want to!”

“Eat it. You’ve go to keep up your BMI, mum will kill me if you don’t and you’ve not been eating at all!”

“Not through lack of trying! You ate all my chips last night AND I couldn’t eat my burger cause you’d freak out if I took out the pickle bit!”

“Sorry, look I know, but just eat it, please?”

“Can I not just have some fruit?”

Every morning the same argument, Mike just wasn’t hungry in the mornings that’s all, but his weight did seem to drop alarmingly sometimes. He didn’t eat a lot (well, except for sweets) but he expended a lot of energy, more than Noel even, Rich wasn’t sure what happened in their gene pool but they never seemed to be able to sit down for long. Noel was always on a diet, Rich sometimes thought that this was the reason he obsessed so much with Mike’s eating habits.

That, or he really REALLY enjoyed winding up Mike.

Rich knew he did.

“It’s just a bit toast!” Noel shoved Mike’s plate further towards him but Mike pushed it back, glaring at his older brother, he hadn’t been at the table when they ordered and Noel forgetting how fair-weather Mike was towards food had just ordered for him.

“No it’s not, it’s got all these beans all over the place! I’m short sighted, Noel, not fucking blind!”

“Just eat the toast then!”

“It’s covered in tomato juice! I won’t do it, I’d rather eat dick!”

“I bet you would.” Noel grinned and stuck his tongue in his cheek, there was a sudden thump as Mike’s foot connected with Noel’s shin, “OW! Fucks sake Mike!”

“Easy boys…” Julian intervened, taking Mikes plate he scraped the food onto his own, “Mike what do you want?”

“Umm…”

Noel threw himself back in his chair, he reminded Rich of Kevin the teenager, “Ugh! Don’t ask HIM to choose something! We’ll be here all day!”

“Can I get some apple juice and some pancakes please Julian?” Mike stuck out his tongue at Noel and smiled sweetly at Julian who sighed and got up to go to the counter.

Rich frowned, had another sip of his coffee. Now, what could be the cause of all this tension? If he wasn’t very much mistaken he thought the situation ran somewhere along the lines of this;

Dave and Mike like each other, that had been apparent for ages, but it seemed that Mike has eventually told Noel and now Noel is milking it for all it is worth, which was a little threatening to Mike, thus the kick. However at some point Dave must have also told Julian that he liked Mike, so now Dave was trying to get some sort of confirmation out of Julian that Julian hadn’t told Noel, as Julian tells Noel everything, but as Julian was trying to avoid Dave’s eye it was pretty clear he has told Noel, however, Noel and Julian haven sworn to secretly to both Mike and Dave respectively not to tell anyone, so now Noel and Julian know that Mike and Dave like each other but they can’t tell Mike and Dave this happy news because if they do Julian and Noel will have been discovered breaking their promises, which, he imagines, will not best impress Dave and Mike.

Well, that could be it… Probably not though. He’d misjudged these things before.

~~~

They had free time, Dave Julian, Matt and Rich had headed off into town to see the sights and sounds of Newcastle town but Mike and Noel had already done everything there was to do, they used to have an aunt that lived here and summer holidays had been spent strolling up and down the central arcade and the discovery museum.

They were sat in Noel’s room, Mike was tapping away at an original game boy (birthdays would bring offers of a Game boy colour which were flatly refused, Mike had openly laughed at the idea of a Nintendo DS) and Noel was pretending to flick though a magazine, but the match maker in side him was kicking and screaming and he couldn’t focus on the words.

He hated this feeling, knowing that he could sort this all out, make his little brother happy, he liked a happy Mike, a proper nothing-could-be-better happy bouncy Mike, he was good to be around, could cheer anyone up, it was how Noel had survived though High school.

Noel had been staring at an article about how someone or other had gotten fat for the last 20 minutes, he had been coming up with a plan, any kind of plan. It was quite difficult actually. He didn’t know how Julian did it.

“Mike?”

Mike looked up from his game, smacking the pause button as he went. “Yeah?”

Noel bit his lip, rubbed his nose with one finger “Naw, It’s nothing, forget it.”

“What?” Mike looked at him quizzically, turning around on the bed so he could look at Noel properly.

“Nah, Its o.k. Just eh… nah” Noel was really working over his lip, it was a sign that he was keeping something from Mike, they both did it, it was how their parents knew if they had done anything they weren’t supposed to.

“What is it?”

Noel sighed, and tried to think of how best to ask Mike about Dave again, “How much do you like Dave? Like… do you want a shag or what?”

Mike fixed his older brother with a hard stare. “…Shut up Noel.”

“No listen! What I mean is like… Do you think you love him?” Noel shuffled over a bit closer to Mike, ducked his head a bit so Mike knew he meant to have a serious conversation about this.

“How can I love him? I mean, with out us being in love?” Mike muttered, looking back to his game boy, Mario blinked away at him, Mike found himself wishing he’d never pressed Noel.

“Well… When you think about him….“ Mike looked back up and raised an eyebrow, this was more difficult than Noel expected. You know what wouldn’t be difficult? Just being allowed to tell Mike that Dave fancied him. “How do you feel… Does it hurt?”

“Sometimes, like if we’re out and like… girls come over, you know?” Noel nodded in an understanding way, Mike wished that he wouldn’t, “But mainly I’m just like…really happy to be near to him, and I like making him laugh, it’s all…funny.” Now Noel was giving him a dopey smile, Mike began to bristle a bit, “Stop smiling like that.”

“Like what?” Noel grinned.

“It’s not cute.” Mike crossed his arms, Noel fought back the urge to tell him that going in a huff only ever made him look cuter, because in fairness it really did. Diddums.

“I never said it was.”

“I can tell you know, what you’re thinking. Stop it.”

Noel laughed and shook his head, looking away from his brother for a minute. It was extremely hard setting Mike up, he was pretty clueless actually. He wondered if he‘d ever been that dense. “If he asked you, told you he liked you, would you go about with him?”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“But if he did?”

“…Yeah probably.”

“Cool.” Noel considered this, “Would you ask him?”

Mike looked scandalized, “No!”

“…Ok“ Fuck, Mike was difficult, how he‘d ever, ever had a girlfriend was beyond Noel, then he remembered every single one Mike had got had asked him out rather than the other way about. What could he do then, to try and encourage Dave to put a move on Mike? Noel frowned, it felt very, very odd to be thinking of ways to make your mate try and pull your little brother. He’d think about that later though. “Well. We could get him to notice you.”

“I think he knows I exist, Noel, it has been quite a number of years that we’ve been working together.”

Sometimes, Mike could be a splendiferous twat.

“No, no I mean like, NOTICE, notice you. In a sexual sense.”

Noel prayed to Mick Jagger that he never ever had to talk to his brother about people noticing him in a sexual sense ever again.

“He’s not gay.”

“Neither’s Julian, or me… Or you.”

“Yeah but you and Julian’s different though, init? You’re all like soul mates and stuff.”

Noel tried not to grin like a fool at Mike’s words, he feels like he’s just drank a really good cup of tea, like his little brothers just given him a hug from in his tummy.

“Yeah but you an’ Dave are like the beginning of a comic idea, like I mean, you could be too, me and Julian write together all the time sure, but you and Dave drive about in the banter bus, I’ve heard you together, it’s amazing, I want to bottle it up and sell it to sad people to make them laugh.”

Mike stares at him, Noel is already aware that he sometimes only makes sense in his mind and his words don’t always come out the way they sound in his head. “You are fucking weird sometimes.”

“Thanks. Nah I just mean we could tart you up a bit.”

“Fuck off.”

Mike is frowning again now and turns back to his game, another example of how Noel can’t get the English language to work out for him.

“No listen it’s a good idea, get you more fitted clothes, bit of eyeliner, product in your hair-”

“-Glitter nail varnish and a big pink bow-”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous. It’ll work, let me dress you up a bit.”

“I’m not a bleeding turkey.”

Mike is still playing the computer, Noel listens to the beeps and blips, Mike had it turned down earlier but Noel wanted it played, he liked it, it was like music, broken music, someone had come along and stolen some of the notes, but he could fill them back in in his head, he was good at that.

“Just for tonight, the Robot’s gig, If you hate it loads it’ll be fine cause you can just tell people I dressed you-”

Mike snorts with laughter, Noel cant see but from his hand movements he knows that Mario is jumping ledge to ledge, Noel catches himself wondering what a Mighty Boosh game boy game would be like.

“-you did.”

“Yeah, see? And then you’ll pull Dave and be happy and he can remind you to take your lenses out and I’ll be free from worrying that you might have forgotten and did you take your pill and have you called mum-”

Mike looks up from his game at last, looks at Noel with confusion, the sound of Mario dying a death screeches out from the hand held console, but their attention is far off from the machine now. “-He does that already.”

“What?”

“He already does that. I thought you told him to?”

Noel has to stop himself from punching the air, Dave really likes him, he really does and it’s so cool, and he can pair his brother off and know he’ll get looked after and not fucked about and then Mike might cheer up and start eating breakfast again, Noel sometimes thinks that he lives to make other people happy, because the rush he gets from Mike’s words is almost as good like finding out that Julian was in love with him, he wants to grab a hold of Mike and shake him, screaming ‘Don’t you see what this is? It’s a summertime miracle, like new grass and the sun shining at 9 p.m rejoice! Rejoice! Everything’s going to be ok!’

But he doesn’t, instead he bites his lip and smiles and stares back at his magazine where “Catherine” from Bristol is getting made over to look like J.Lo.

“Naw man, mum must‘ve called him up, not trusting me to do it.”

“That‘ll be it...Fuck it, tonight, what did you have planned?”

~~~

“Ah! Fuck off Noel that was my eye!”

“Keep still then you wriggly little twat!”

“It’s not my fault you can’t do a fucking straight line!”

“I’ll leave you like this, then we’ll see how much Dave fancies you shall we?”

“These jeans are scratchy!”

“SHUT UP!”

“Noel it’s not worth it! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH AS A BROTHER TO LET US KILL EACH OTHER OVER EYELINER!”

“Just… Behave. DON’T TOUCH YOUR HAIR!”

“THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“MICHAEL BEHAVE!”

“I DON’T LIKE NEON COLOURS!”

“THEY’RE NOT SO KEEN ON YOU EITHER!”

*******

Dave was tapping up a storm on his thighs, having no drum kit to hand and being extremely bored, he had no high hat, so instead he was hitting an empty water glass with a pencil, He was aware that the rest of the group was staring at him but he didn’t care, they were supposed to be at the gig by now, he was all hyped up after the show and wanted to let off some steam, Noel and Mike had been shut up in Noel’s room for almost an hour and it was seriously starting to tick everyone off.

How long did it take to get ready?

He supposed he could take a wander back to his hotel room, he had brought along some bongo drums, have a play on those, or maybe go for another shower, it did seem like he had the time to after all.

Matt and Rich were playing snap, having been convinced by Noel to come out to the gig, Dave felt for them, they didn’t particularly even like the girls music but they’d agreed to come out, group bonding as it were, it had been lucky that the girls were doing Newcastle just as they were passing though, Noel had been giddy with it during the show.

Dave looked up at Julian, he wondered how it felt, to be brushed aside so easily for the fierce little Dee and her neon smiles. Probably a bit like how it would feel to be swept aside for the lovely Julia and her two beautiful boys.

Complicated things, Human beings.

Dave wondered if he could go and have a smoke, maybe a nice bit of green would calm him down a bit, but he knew he really just wanted to jump around and drink a lot of tequila. Proper tequila, with lime and salt. And Mexican hats.

Dave’s thoughts turned to Mike, as they so often did. He’d looked anxious, as he’d been dragged away with Noel, what did his brother have planned for him, Dave wondered, that made Mike look so apprehensive? He wished he’d followed, he was willing to lay bets out that they’d snuck out the window and disappeared off into the night leaving the rest of them here to go mad and fester.

He could understand, but why not take him with them? He was too young for games of snap in hotel lobbies. Yeah?

He was torn from his thoughts by the sound of the elevator door dinging open and Noel and Mike clambering out, Noel laughing and talking so fast, like he was up to his eyeballs in speed and Mike…

And Mike…

Dave stood up, like a nervous prom date who’s queen had just entered the room, he couldn’t help it, he just stared and stared at Mike, swallowing had somehow become the hardest task in the world.

He didn’t look like Mike… well, he did, of course he did, but he didn’t. But Mike on a night out was a blazer, a band t shirt and stone washed jeans with a pair of Adidas three stripes and a trilby hat; this was… Not that.

Mike stood a little taller than usual in a pair of purple Gordon Jack trainers, black skater style jeans and a back shirt unbuttoned over what could only be one of Noel’s T shirts covered in neon prints. Dave couldn’t count the number of bangles on one skinny wrist.

Mikes hair had been stylized or… Dave didn’t know, his curls seemed more defined his hair looked darker, shinier, and his eyes…

It was Noel’s handiwork, that was for sure, from the corner of Mike’s left eye there were stars that faded back into his hair line, his eyes themselves had been lined, thick and black and Egyptian looking, with a trail of silver glitter under each eye. The only thing of Mike’s that Dave recognised was the half moon necklace that hung around his neck.

In short, he appeared to be Noelified.

Mike was looking back at Dave, he looked so nervous, Dave should probably say something but he can’t, in fact, now that he was coming back to reality he noticed that everyone was just staring at the younger Fielding brother.

Mike sighed, “Sorry everyone it appears that I have accidentally come dressed as a gimp.” He turned around back to face the elevator, “You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

Noel made a grab for his brothers arm, “Hey, aren’t you even going to wait and see what they say?”

“They don’t need to say anything-”

“You look good.” Dave blurted out, Mike turned to look at him, “You do. You look good. Not like… you don’t look like our Mike but, fuck, Noel won’t be getting any attention tonight.”

Matt nodded, Julian nodded, Rich just stared a little open mouthed, it was a little like waking up and realizing that your cute little cousin was going to grow up and discover sex and drugs and throw away their Lego bricks. Dave was half waiting for Mike to push up against him, stub out a cigarette and whisper ‘Tell me about it, stud.’

Instead Mike was pulling at the bottom of the t shirt and looking thoroughly uncomfortable, both Dave and Mike missed the triumphant look Noel gave Julian, but Rich didn’t, and he stood up quickly.

“Alright let’s go we’re late already, Matt and I will go grab a cab, yeah?” He got Matt on the shoulder and pulled him outside quickly, if he did this right then maybe Dave and Mike would get a chance to speak together between the hotel and the noisy club.

Mike looked back up at Dave, “Is it really stupid?”

Dave shook his head hard, “No, no not at all. You look really different mate that’s all. We’re all used to Noel obviously so it was a bit of a shock seeing you more glammed up than him I guess.”

“It doesn’t feel right. Should I just go and change. He spent ages but I feel like a tool. A whole bag of tools. I feel like a tool shed.”

Dave laughed and held out his arm for Mike to take, “Come on you, you can be my Vince Noir for the night, hmm? Where can we go pick up a trumpet? I’ll do Howard.”

“You are amazing, Dave, that’s what I can say this is!” Mike laughed and grabbed onto Dave’s arm, giving it a squeeze, a horrendous upsurge of butterflies took control of Dave’s organs. As Mike swung his arm, Dave caught the distinctive scent of Vodka, ah, so that’s how Noel had done it, poor little Mike.

“What do you like better, this look or my look?”

“Eh…” Dave wasn’t really sure how to answer that, Mike at the moment looked good enough to be thrown across reception and bummed silly, but he didn’t look like Mike, his Mike. His Mike looked sweet and geeky and shy, which is pretty much what Mike was like really; he could walk you through episodes of Red Dwarf and challenge you to hill rolling competitions but he couldn’t talk to girls and he hated interviews, if he had to he could stumble through, but he’d always say the wrong thing at some point.

“I don’t mind, you can say whatever.” Mike was chewing on the edge of his sleeve. Now he looked like his Mike. A lot. All sexed up but bricking it. Perfect.

“You look hot. But I’ll help you celebrate the return of your trainers tomorrow.” Dave grinned at him, Mike smiled back and ruffled through his hair.

It had never been so hard to talk to Mike for as long as Dave could remember, Dave stuck his hands into his jeans their eyes met as they walked side by side and they laughed nervously before falling back into silence, Dave’s eyes lingered over Mikes curls, noticing this, Mike ruffled them again.

“Its like…I got this shaders and toners bullshit in it, making it proper black, like a proper little mini me for Noel.” Mike laughed uncertainly.

“how’s it gone that curly?” Dave said, sounding stupid to his own ears but desperate for something to say.

“Noel just didn’t let me touch it while it was drying, usually its just towel dry comb though then out the door…Oh my God we’re talking about hair.” Mike widened his eyes and shook his head in mock horror, Dave mirrored the act.

“I know. I feel filthy.”

They laughed, not noticing the looks they were getting from Julian and Noel, too lost in laughter and a giddy sense of change that had settled over them.

Dave couldn’t remember the last time Mike had held onto his arm for so long, he had been drinking, and he was wearing stupid shoes, was that it? Was it something else? Mike had only seemed to care what Dave thought.

Or was he just letting his imagination run wild?

Dave didn’t like feeling unsure. About anything, it really wasn’t one of his characteristics, he liked to know exactly what the crack was, and what was going down, and he always knew how he felt about things. Always. But tonight it seemed his Chakra was out of whack.

He hated when that happened.

When they got to the club there was still a queue outside, as expected the crowd went wild over the appearance of Noel and Julian, they stopped for a minute to wave and sign things, Mike was about to walk straight in when Dave caught sight of a girl almost killing herself to grab his attention, he grabbed a hold of Mike and shoved him towards her.

“Um. Hi.”

“Oh my GOD! Mike! I love you! Well, in a fanish sense, not a stalkerish sense… Sign my t Shirt?”

“It’s a nice Shirt, you sure you want my scribble all over it?”

Dave listened to Mike’s interaction with the girl and smiled, he was even shy around devoted fans of his. Dave put his hand on the small of Mikes back, he hoped it helped, he wasn’t to know it made Mike more nervous.

“You’re all gothed up?”

“Yeah Noel did it, he has fun with us puppets.”

“Cool. You’ll go back to being Mike though, yeah?”

Dave could have kissed that girl. Genius, as Noel would have said.

Noel came wondering over, he grinned at the girl then turned to Dave and Mike, “We need to go in now.”

“Oh yeah sure. She doesn’t like what you’ve done to Mike.”

The girl blushed, “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just don’t think it’s very Mike is all.”

“Yeah well, he needed someone to notice him, catch you inside pervy Mike fancier.”

Someone to notice him?

The girl grinned, “Not if I catch you first, pervy Julian fancier.”

And she was off into the crowd, Dave and Mike laughed, Noel just grinned, a little set back and for once lost for words.

But… Someone to notice him?

“Right,” Rich, Matt and Julian wandered over to the group, “Lets get this party started!”

They gave one last wave to the crowd and turned to walk into the club, Noel linked arms with Mike and went strolling in with him, they had the same walk, when you put them together like that, the same swish of the hips and little bouncy steps. Dave and Julian watched them go in, both of them sighed at the same time. They swapped guilty little grins, and followed the Fielding brothers in.

“NOEL!” Dee did a running hug when she saw her boyfriend, Sue came bounding over as well, both of them geared up and ready to play, Sue looked Mike up and down, walked around him.

“Wow, Mike, that’s hot.”

Dave stared at Mike as he laughed uneasily and scratched the back of his neck, “Cheers.”

She beamed at him and he blushed, Mike blushed because of her. Dave watched as the boys were both dragged over to the bar, he saw Sue’s hand grab a hold of Mike’s wrist, watched as Noel whispered something in his girlfriend’s ear, Dee looked at Mike with surprise and then back to Noel, but Mike didn’t notice, he was too busy talking to Sue.

Sue. Sue broke up with Chris, Noel had told him about it at some point, he hadn’t really taken it on board. Mike looked a bit like… Just with that make up, and all the black...

Sue.

Right.

Dave had never had the pleasure of being hit by a bus, but he was pretty much certain that if it were ever to happen it would feel like this…

~~~

It was half past one, the girls had stopped playing, they were wondering about greeting their fans while the club DJ took over the decks. Matt, Julian and Rich had last been seen at the bar downing some ominous looking electric blue shots, Noel was whisked away by a group of girls around half an hour ago, he had looked at both Dee and Julian for assistance but had received none and presently Dave was sitting slumped outside of the club sheltered slightly in a door way with Mike, who was trying to have a smoke, but failing entirely to light it up properly, much to his own amusement.

Dave sighed and reached over to take the lighter off of Mike, he shielded the flame from the wind and eventually they got the cigarette lit.

“Thanks” Mike took in a deep draw, funny how Alcohol made you want to smoke so badly, Alcohol and cigarettes, the two went hand and hand. To be joined later by a donner kebab. Maybe that was just Dave.

It was cold now, the wind cutting through them, Mike shivered and tried to wrap the thin shirt more around himself, Dave went to shrug off his coat, but Mike grinned and shook his head.

“I’m not your girl, man.”

Dave smirked. No, he wasn’t. Actually Dave’s type of girl wouldn’t be wearing so much glitter, and she wouldn’t have been dim enough to leave without a coat, he didn’t say that though, he just moved so they could sit next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, penguin style.

Mike slumped a little onto Dave, he was wasted, he hadn’t meant to get so drunk, he had a feeling that it was to do with these pills he was taking, he was dead certain now, actually that the doctor had said to avoid alcohol while on them, but they’d opened up the mini bar in Noels room, drank mini Vodka bottles and halved a tobelerone.

Was that an international thing? There was always a tobelerone in the mini bars of hotels.

It was then he’d remembered the warning, but by then he’d had three miniatures and nothing bad had happened had it? Well… He got drunk a bit faster than usual, and he felt a little tired but that was it.

“Dave, Dave do you think they do Advocaat here?”

“Huh? Why? You want a snowball?”

Dave shifted so he could put an arm around Mikes shoulder, he couldn’t help it, he knew Mike liked Sue now, and he knew there was no need for him to torture himself like this, but in this little lane, on this doorstep, there was only Mike and him.

Maybe he could make believe for a little while?

“Yeah, yeah they’re amazing! Noel once drank a whole bottle of Advocaat when we were at a family party… I think I was about 7...he threw up all this banana custard looking stuff.”

“That… Is disgusting. Thank you Mike.” Dave laughed. The side door of the club opened, it was Noel, he must have gotten away from his legions somehow. Noel almost tripped over their legs, he shrieked, then shushed himself, as if he might attracts the attention of fans.

“What are you two berks doing down there?” Noel tutted, sitting down beside them, his fringe was sticking to his forehead, he must have been dancing, which explained why he wasn’t shivering from the cold.

“Smoking.”

“Making sure Mike doesn’t wander off.”

Noel grinned, “You drunk, Michael?”

“On a scale of one to ten, he’s about a forty six.” Dave grinned, shaking Mike so he’s sit up a little straighter.

“Dave, Dave I love you.” Mike was attempting to take a draw of his cigarette but he kept laughing unable to, Dave smiled but it didn’t quite meet his eyes, ouch, lovey-dovey drunk time, when you’re in love with total strangers and your best mate is your soul mate. Brace yourself Brown.

“I love you too, man.” he says back, not meeting Mikes eyes, he can’t, what if Mike looks into him and sees how he means it?

“Nah, I like, I like really love you, I love you more than I love…” Mike cuts off, frowning, trying to think of something he really, really loves, it’s hard actually, there’s not many things that come close to Dave, “Than I love crisps…”

“Oh right, must be serious then, thanks man.” Dave shared a grin with Noel, who was looking a little nervous, scared of fan girl attacks Dave supposed. Getting to his feet, he held out his hands for Mike to grab, they should head back in, it was freezing out here, even Noel was starting to shiver, finally cooled down.

Mike stubs out and pushes the butt down a crack in the pavement, he can feel Noels glare, Noel Fielding- Eco Warrior, that’s a laugh. He takes Dave’s hands and his head spins and he gets pulled up too fast, alright, so he may be a little more drunk than he first thought.

“I really do love you, I didn’t think I’d properly loved anyone but Noel says that if it-”

Noel catches him, literally as he staggers and figuratively before he can go on to describe to Dave what love is, Dave is frowning at him, confused or concerned he cant work out which it is, he laughs, and tries to wipe his hair out of his eyes before he realizes its not his hair in his eyes that makes his vision blurry, it’s a thin layer of glitter that’s migrating all over his face.

“Alright Mate, come with me Mike, yeah? We’ll get some water,“ Noel holds Mike close, in a hug, and whispers in his ear, “youaremakingafooloutofyourself.”

Mike either doesn‘t hear him or doesn’t care, he whispers back “I don’t want water though, I want to tell-”

Noel could strangle his brother sometimes, he’s the least tactile person Noel has ever met, and Noel knows Rich Fulcher. He turns his head so he can look Mike in the eyes, trying to get his point across.

“Not like this you don’t. come on we’ll go get a drink and if you still want to say then you can,” turning back to Dave who is looking at them both in a bewildered stare of confusion, Noel feels for him suddenly, how easy it would be if playground politics still ruled all, ’my mate really fancies you so eh, how about it?’ “SORRY Dave, lightweights eh?”

Mike frowns and shakes his head, he’ll put up with a lot of things but not getting called a lightweight, he’s worked long and hard at being able to take more liquor than Noel.

“I’m not a lightweight it’s my pills.”

“What?”

Mike digs around in the pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a little white box, he shows the instructions to Noel, “Look, it clearly says on the packet that you should ‘Avoid Alcohol.’…”

Noels eyes widen as he grabs the packet, “Mike!”

“What? I WAS avoiding it! It just found me is all, that’s not my fault, very persistent, that alcohol…” Mike grins, looking at the floor feeling foolish but not ashamed, he stumbles a bit again, even though he’s just standing still, it’s going to be an interesting night.

“Mum is going to kill me!” Noel holds onto Mikes shoulders and tries to look into his eyes to see if his pupils have dilated at all.

Mike looked back at Noel in confusion, “Nah Noel, she’s not here…”

“I’m going to have to call her.” Noel ran a hand through his hair, stressing out, Mikes eyes widened and he grabs Noel at the waist, shaking his head.

“NO! No don’t do that! I’ll be good, I’ll be good, water yeah? I’ll drink some water!” Mike pulls Noel by his t shirt back into the bar, When they get back into the club Noel sits him down by their jackets and bags at the table they’ve had all night, Dave and Noel swap worried glances as Mikes head drops onto the table.

“Call NHS 24/7, ask them.” Dave suggests, Noel looks a little relieved at the thought of not having to call their mother in the early morning.

“Right. Right yeah, they’ll be able to tell me,” Noel leaned down so he could speak in Mikes ear, he scraped Mikes hair back off of his face to reveal one glittery eye, Noel was trying hard not to over react, but he’d never seen his baby brother like this, wasted? Yes. Sleepy? Yes. Never at the same time, “Mike you stay with Dave and for the love of God don’t try and talk to him, ok?”

“Ok…” He couldn’t see Mikes mouth but new he was smiling when it reached his eyes, “Noel, your eyes are all sparkly.”

“Yeah, Dee got me with glitter…” Noel stood up, better to leave Mike with Dee when he was like this, so he didn’t tell Dave his big gay confession, not in this state anyway. “Actually that’s not a bad idea, Dee! Delia!”

She turned where she had been dancing with Sue and Rich and came bounding over, grinning, her smile faded however as she caught sight of Mike.

“Yeah?”

“Can you please stay with Mike while me and Dave go make a call, and try and make sure he’s not a total fool.” He raised his eyebrows at her then gave a quick look at Dave, he’d told her earlier what was going on… Which wasn’t betraying Mike really… as he and Dee counted as the same person… right? “Come on Dave.”

Dee shuffled along the bench to sit next to Mike, she pulled him gently by the shoulders so he was sitting upright again. His eyes had lost focus, she snapped her fingers a couple of times before he noticed her and he smiled when he did, managing to throw and arm around her shoulders, she did the same, if only to stop him from falling over again.

“Hello Delia.” She heard him mutter, she smiled a little, eye’s glittering, ah she did enjoy a wasted Mike, he could be a lot of fun, if she could wake him up a bit.

“Hello Michael.”

she saw a half full can of red bull on the table, she picked it up with her free hand, had a sniff, no booze in it, maybe a lil of the ole date rape though. Her mother’s warning came back to her ‘never drink anything that’s been left on it’s own!’.

However, Mike had most likely taken a lot worse in his day… He might enjoy it if it was spiked… she would. She took a gulp herself then pressed the can to his mouth, tipping them both back a little so he could drink. It was going so well until he started to laugh, she laughed too as they both got covered with the sticky energy drink.

He wiggled about in the booth, sticking his feet on the seat and leaned his head on her shoulder, her arm still around his shoulder. He took her hand in his, interlinking their fingers, and took a few more sips of the red bull can.

“You’ve got a nice shoulder.” He said, a little matter-of-factly, and she grinned, watching the dance floor as Sue and Rich attempted to incorporate RiD and Bob Fossil moves with, surprisingly, some good results.

“Do I? That’s good.”

“Did you have fun singing?” He looks up, trying to look at her but only succeeds at staring at the ceiling of the booth.

“Yeah. Did you have fun dancing?”

He nods on the shoulder. “Uh huh. But I keep forgetting that I’m all done up until I catch someone looking at me and then I want to hide.”

Mike throws his other arm over his face to emphasise his point, sending the can flying, they burst out laughing as it disappears off into the distance, Mike sits up, clutching his stomach, Oh the laughter of the clinically drunk.

“Aww.” Dee pulls him into a hug, and kisses his left temple hard, Mike has to shut one eye, “You look good though. Well, you did, now you look wasted.” She laughs, Mike swears at her by scratching his nose with his middle finger, childish but always amusing, she swears back, by leaning on the table and holding the v sign up by her cheek, they laugh again but then Mike bites his lip, and looks a little sad.

“It was for Dave.”

“What?” She’s not sure how to react to this, having already been told by Noel, but Mike doesn’t know this… however Mike’s probably too gloriously drunk to care just now.

“It was for Dave.”

“Yeah? That’s cool.” Yeah, why wouldn’t she be that cool about finding out that… oh who was she kidding? She’d be squealing like a fan girl, just like she was earlier in the bathroom with Sue. “Do you think he liked it?”

“I dunno.” Mike was frowning, tracing a shape on spilled liquid on the table top, “He said it was different. I dunno what different means. Noel’s different and people like him…but Gary Glitter was different too and people weren’t so keen.”

“Ha-ha, I like you when you’re drunk, Mike.” Dee shakes her head, grabs him into another hug… she might be a little worse for wears herself by now actually.

“I like you in general.” Mike hugs back, “But not as much as Dave.”

“That’s ok.” Dee can’t help but grin, it’s too cute really. Se remembers how that annoys Noel, when she say’s boy couples are cute, ‘There’s nothing “cute” about bumming, Delia.’ She begs to differ.

“Do you think I could maybe just go home? Will you tell Noel?”

“I think you should maybe wait until he gets back ok, then I’ll take you to my hotel, we’re having an after party, so you can wake up for that, ok?” She kisses him on the forehead, and tries to get Mike to settle down again.

“Ok. Dee, do you think I should tell Dave I like him?”

“I think that maybe you should wait and sober up first, but yeah, go for it. Your brother was off his tits when he asked me out first time, so I didn’t believe him, you don’t want that to happen.” She smiled at the memory, she thought it had been a wind up as she’d liked him for so long and it was only after so many people found out that he asked.

“I think you’re really cool,” Mike sighed, “I dunno why he messes you about so much.”

Dee felt the colour drain from her face, she knew it was coming of course, she could never have a conversation with Mike without it coming up, she just didn’t want to hear it, pretend it wasn’t happening. But Mike, Mike always wanted to check up on her.

“It’s an open relationship now, Mike.”

“Yeah it is on his side, but-”

“Mike, shush. It’s ok, I’m ok with it. Really. Really I am.” No she wasn’t, well… She was but…

“No you’re not. Neither is Julian.”

She found she had a bitter taste at the back of her throat, oh yes, poor Julian, with his beautiful kiddies and loving woman, “Well I think that Julian should just wake up and realize he’s got babies now, if he’s that fussed.” Mike wriggled a bit, perhaps an attempt to get away from angry Dee, she softened a little, “Sorry Mike.”

Mike sighed, and settled down again.

“Poor Dee and Ju.”

“Shh, Mike. It’s ok.”

“I wouldn’t.” Mike said suddenly, Dee frowned at him, “Wouldn’t cheat on you I mean, I’ve never seen the point in it. You either want to be with someone, or you don’t.”

Dee rolled her eyes. “It’s a little more complicated than that, Mike.”

Mike laughed a little cynically, “No it’s not. Everyone always says that but it’s really not. You want to sleep around then sleep around, but don’t drag someone else along for the ride, s’not fair, like, if you were my girlfriend I’d marry you and we’d have babies-”

“-Very short babies-” Dee Laughed, Mike joined in.

“-Tiny even, and I’d get us a big house and take you on holidays to Venice and stuff and make sure you knew you were special every single day. And NOT shag Julian Barrett.“

Dee felt the biggest rush of love for him, like drinking down a glass of vodka all in one, burning and overwhelming, “You are too cute sometimes. Maybe I went for the wrong Fielding brother?”

It was a joke. They both knew it was a joke. Three years ago though, it hadn’t been a joke at all. A house party, a bottle of Morgan’s spiced and some well placed fairy lights. The only two who had been able to climb up a tree in the garden, left on their own to talk under twinkling lights…

“Course you did. But it’s too late now, cause you’re in love with that disco ball and I’m in love with a man who makes his primary living dressed as a monkey.”

“You’ll always be the one that got away, Mike.”

They grinned at each other, ignoring the underlying truth, they had to, don’t screw this one up too, Delia…

Noel and Dave surprised them as they came back over, Dee and Mike jumped, out of reflex rather than guilt. They had nothing to feel guilty about.

“Alright, so the Doctors say you’ll be fine but I can’t let you fall asleep and tomorrow you’re going to feel like Hell.” Noel ruffled his brother’s hair and Mike grinned sheepishly back.

“He was almost asleep now…” Dee chews on her hair a little nervously, both Noel and Dee looking at him in the same way, Mike roll’s his eyes and tries to grin at Dave, Dave pointedly look’s away and Mike frowns.

“Oh dear. Mike I’m going to get you some red bull ok?” Noel nudges him and Mike nods, still looking at Dave.

“Yeah.”

Dee slipped out of the seat beside Mike and takes Noel’s hand, leading him away from his brother who he’s still looking at with concern, he lets himself be lead though and they get over to the packed bar.

Dave eventually look’s at Mike, who smiles a little shyly back at him, unsure what he’s done to deserve such a look. Dave sat down heavily beside him.

“Alright Mikey boy?”

“Hi Dave. This is all a bit stupid, huh?” Is that what that look was for? Cause he’s gotten so wasted, and Dave hasn’t?

“Yeah, trust you.” Dave sniffed loudly, he looked as though he wanted to say something but couldn’t, Dave shook his head and Mike swallowed nervously, he didn’t know why he was nervous so suddenly, Dave looked at him then, a furious look, which made him recoil slightly, “Having fun flirting with Dee?”

Mike looked at Dave in confusion, his brow furrowing “What?”

“Dee. You and Her, having fun? A bit low man, that’s your brothers girl. But I suppose now you do look like a miniature version of him maybe Dee got confused.” Dave has this twisted little smile on his face, Mike’s never seen it before, what’s wrong with him.

Standing up for Noel, that’s it, he thinks you’re putting a move on Dee.

Mike laughs and shakes his head, Dave‘s mood darkens, “Dave you’ve gone wrong… I don’t… It’s not Dee-”

“Well yeah I suppose Sue is cute but she lives quite far away now, perhaps you could try and go for the RiD three way?”

“DAVE!” Mike’s eyes widen in shock while Dave’s glint in anger, Mike isn’t to know that Dave’s spent the last half an hour listening to a frantic Noel talk to the N.H.S and watching Dee and Mike hug and snuggle and kiss all the while thinking that he’s never looked better, and he’s never been more available, and was he hinting at something earlier? No. He wasn’t he was being a slut.

“You know I didn’t think you could change so quickly Mike, thought you were a decent guy, thought you might have tried to avoid going down this path after seeing how fucked up it’s got your brother.”

Mike sat straight up suddenly, not liking what Dave was saying about Noel, “You watch what you’re saying!”

Dave leaned forward so he was inches apart from Mike’s face, cold blue eyes looking into furious brown, “Why don’t you just go the whole hog Mike, and start fucking Julian too.”

Mike didn’t react for a couple of seconds, Dave watched a range of emotions flicker through his eyes before they settled on hurt. Mike pushed the table forward and got to his feet, grabbing his jacket, Dave reached out and grabbed his arm and Mike threw him off roughly.

“Oh fuck off Dave, Stop talking out of your arse you’ve got no idea!”

Dave watched Mike as he stormed of towards Noel and Dee, he shut his eyes as the enormity of what he’d just done washed over him.

End

#the mighty boosh #mighty boosh #boosh #mike fielding/dave brown #mike fielding #dave brown #mike/dave #rps #real person fic #noel fielding #julian barratt #dee plume #sue denim #dee plume/noel fielding

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Something More: Part Nine

Author’s Note: *THERE IS NO WIFE-HATE HERE! I <3 Danneel Ackles. (it’s completely understandable how she acts)* This is a sequel to Open. READ THAT FIRST! Something More Masterlist

Summary: Reader is a no-name actor who has been lucky enough to land a role on her favorite show and a part in an anthology of Marvel Cinematic Shorts. Her star is on the rise, but the man who’s made her his mistress isn’t the only one noticing it.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Story Warnings: Open Marriage, mistress, breakups, angst, anger, jealousy, things get REALLY bad between Jensen and y/n…

Chapter Warnings: obsession, harassment, (Tom is worse than an asshole in this, A REMINDER THAT THIS IS FICTION!!!! I KNOW THAT TOM IS NOT REALLY LIKE THIS AND I WISH HIM NO HARM)

I woke up with Jay holding me close, peppering kisses on my neck and shoulder. “Mornin’,” I greeted, turning in his arms. “Time is it?”

“Twenty minutes past my alarm goin’ off. I’m supposed to be getting ready for the Gold Panel, but… I’m so comfy and happy… I don’t wanna leave this bed.” He pressed his lips to mine and both of our eyes fluttered closed. “Think anybody’d notice if I just didn’t show up?” He said it with a smirk, already knowing the answer, of course.

“Only every single person at the con and across the interwebs.”

“Damn. Should probably get dressed, then, huh?”

I nodded. “You’ve got a con to open and I’ve gotta find a pharmacy ‘cause somebody got overeager last night.”

“Hey, you didn’t tell me to stop and wrap it up, either, Baby Girl, so hush.”

“After how you ate me, my brain was not functional, Jay. I can’t be held accountable.”

“Well, I couldn’t think past you wrappin’ your hand around my dick, so… guess I’m not accountable, either.” He shrugged, rolling out of bed.

I stared at his ass for a minute before getting out of bed and beginning the search for my clothes. “Well, until I get on birth control, I’m gonna need you to start carrying condoms again.”

A foil square soared across the room and hit my stomach. “I had one, y/n/n. Just forgot to get it on.”

I shook my head. “Ridiculous man. You planned this and still didn’t put the damn thing on?” I stepped into my skirt. “Holding you accountable.” I pulled my tank top over my head and looked around. “Where are my underwear?”

“Dunno.” He shrugged.

“If I check and they’re in your pocket, I’m gonna scream. ‘Cause that’d be the most Dean Winchester-ish shit you could do.”

He smirked as he reached into his back pocket and presented me with my panties, hanging from the tip of his finger. “You love it when I’m like Dean. Fuckin’ fangirl.”

“Yeah… I do like when you act like Dean, most of the time. Can you get rid of the ‘crawl into a bottle to deal with hard times’ part of Dean Winchester’s personality, please?” I snatched my underwear from him and sat on the edge of the bed to slip them on under my skirt.

Jay turned to grab a comb and pull it through his hair. “Don’t break up with me again and we’ll be good.”

“Oh, that’s not a lot of pressure and a completely asshole thing to say.”

“You said you liked when I’m like Dean.” He turned around and smiled at me. “I’m not gonna drink like that anymore. Haven’t since you’ve been back. But, still, don’t break up with me.”

I slipped my feet into my sandals and bent down to do the straps. Jay was suddenly on his knees on the floor in front of me, fingers working across the buckles to secure the heel to my foot. I smiled at him as he started working on the second one. “Are we dating now, Jensen? Like, for realsies?”

He gave a scoffing chuckle, shaking his head, slightly. “For realsies. You can tell your friends about it and everything, Baby Girl.” He ran his hands up my calf as he stood. “I wanna tell all of our friends about us.” A tight feeling took up in my chest at the thought. “Hey. What’s wrong?” he asked, softly.

“I don’t know. Just… what if they think I’m the reason… what if everybody thinks I’m the reason your marriage-”

“Hey, no, no, no. I’m gonna make sure everybody knows that isn’t what happened. And hey, they like you more than they like Dee, anyway, so they’d probably take your side, either way.”

“But…”

He shook his head, leaning down to press his lips to mine. “It’s a mess, right? But we can get through the mess together. Long as you’re with me.” I nodded, standing and wrapping my arms around his neck. He smiled softly down at me. “I called you an Uber while you were sleeping. Clif’s gotta drive me and Jared to the con, so you’ll have to ride back to your hotel by yourself.”

I nodded. “I’m okay with that.”

“And we'll wait to tell everyone about us until you're ready, but… they all know how close we are, how poorly I took you, uh, dating Douchebag. I think most of ‘em know we're not just buddies.” He chuckled. “Actually, back in June last year, Richard straight up asked if you were my con cooch.”

I rolled my eyes. “Con cooch. How disgusting.”

“It's not his term, you know. It's probably old as you are.”

I scoffed. “And the N word is older than anybody alive, doesn't mean I gotta like people using it.”

He nodded. “You're right. I won’t use it ever again, and I will tell Richard not to use it, either.”

“Don’t tell Richard what to do. I’ll tell him it’s offensive if I ever hear him say it, but until then…” I sighed, looking up into his eyes. “Fuck. What was I saying?”

He smiled. “You were going downstairs to get in the back of some sedan driven by some hipster trying to make some money for pot.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s right.”

“I’ll see you at the con hotel, Baby Girl.”

I nodded and pulled him down for a kiss, before turning and heading out of the hotel room. Jared was in the hallway, walking toward Jay’s room. He grinned when he saw me. “That is not a Sunday morning outfit.”

“Yeah, fuck you, J-pad.” I chuckled, maneuvering around him.

“Yeah, I think Jensen and Genevieve might have a problem with that, kid,” he teased, grabbing my hand to stop me. “Everything’s good, though?”

“With me and Jay? Yeah. For the first time in months, I think… I think everything’s actually really good all around.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He nodded. “Gonna be fuckin’ funny if someone sees you takin’ the Walk of Shame from our hotel.”

“You’re hilarious. There’s already an Uber waiting for me downstairs. I’m sure I can get to it before anyone notices me.” I smiled, squeezing his hand and stepping backward. “See you at the Hyatt.”

It was uneventful going from Jay’s hotel to mine. Nobody seemed to notice my Walk of Honor and I was able to get a shower, get dressed, put makeup on and get checked out without incident. I called another Uber and had him take me to the closest Walmart. I stood in line a few minutes before getting in front of the counter. The woman in the white lab coat smiled brightly at me. “You’re y/f/n y/l/n, aren’t you?”

I cringed. This was the absolute last place I wanted to be recognized. “Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“Are you here for that convention? You know your character on Supernatural is my favorite witch of the series. I had such high hopes for Rowena, but Tara is infinitely more relatable. I mean, Rowena was glamorous but Tara is so down-to-Earth.” I nodded, smiling politely. “Oh, and you know, I had a feeling that Tom Hiddleston’s nice guy thing was just an act. The way he grabbed you in that video, oh and I know you can’t say anything about it, Marvel’s probably got their lawyers just ready to pounce on you if they hear you say anything bad about… oh, I’m rambling, aren’t I? What can I get for you, sweetie?”

I cleared my throat and leaned forward, slightly. “I need a Plan B.”

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up. “Had a good night at the convention, did you? I’m glad you’re getting back up on that horse again!”

“Ma’am, please keep your voice down. Remember your HIPAA regs.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetie. I’ll get that for you.”

As she went into the back of the pharmacy to find what I needed, twitter gave me a notification. ‘Hey, maybe now @y/l/n_y/f/n has a shot’ with a video attached. I pressed play on a clip of the Gold Panel.

“Is there any truth in the report that Danneel filed for divorce?” the fan asked.

Jensen’s eyes went wide with shock. “Are you kidding me?! I just got served Friday. How do you people already know?” Jared reached out and patted Jensen’s shoulder. Jay sighed, his voice was resolute when he spoke. “This is the only question I’m taking about this. All right, I will walk if I get another one. So, here’s my piece on it. Yes, Dee filed for divorce. No, I was not surprised. No, I’m not happy about it, but I understand. If it were up to me, I’d keep fighting for us, but I guess Danneel just got too tired of my bullshit. She’s not gonna keep Birdie and the twins from me, we’re going to stay as much a family as possible. I love Danneel, always will… but sometimes… things don’t work out.”

Jensen ran his hand across his mouth and Jared stood to wrap his arms around him. The video ended when their embrace did.

I retweeted it with an added, ‘Thats really fn insensitive. Thats my FRIEND and hes obvi upset about this. Check urself for basic empathy before you send me shit. Thx’. I paid for the Plan B, along with a bottle of water to take it with, and tossed the packaging in the trash can outside the entrance. I took the pill while I waited for the car to show up. When I showed up at the Hyatt, Jensen was in the op room, Jared was doing his meet and greet, so I dropped my bags in the green room and waited for them. They’d come by the green room before heading back to the auditorium for the regular Sunday panel.

“Hey, Baby Girl.” Jensen dropped into the chair next to me, looking not at all as upset as he had in the video.

“Somebody sent me video of the Gold Panel.” I said, taking his hand in mine and entwining our fingers. “They already know about the divorce, huh?”

“Yeah, must have someone on the inside at the Travis County Courthouse.” He looked down at our hands, then looked across the room to our friends. “Take it you don’t mind our friends knowing, then?” he asked quietly.

“If they judge us, they judge, but we never did anything wrong.”

Jensen smiled and licked his lips. “I’d totally kiss you right now, but Kim an’ them just got done telling me how sorry they were about my divorce, so I’ll hold off on it.” He bit his lip. “Did'ya get that thing you needed?”

“That thing I needed ‘cause of you? Yeah, I got it.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “The pharmacy tech recognized me, but it's okay. I made it pretty clear that I know my rights and if it ends up in the tabloids, I'm getting her fired.”

“Oh? When did you go diva?”

“Not diva, but I’m not gonna let someone violate my rights, rights they have a duty to uphold, so that they can gossip. I’m with Jared. Just ‘cause I’m famous-adjacent, that doesn’t mean people can walk on me.”

“‘Famous-adjacent’. You’re adorable.”

“Uh, Jensen, it’s time.” Stefani walked up, clipboard in hand. “I’ve already made the announcement that no one is to ask about… about Danneel. Um, they’ve pretty much acknowledged that they’ll be chasing you away if they don’t adhere to the pre-approved questions. Adam wanted me to let you know that, if you do have to walk out of the panel, he understands and he won’t make a big ruckus about your obligations, but he’d really like you to finish your ops if you choose to leave early.”

Jay smiled and stood, releasing my hand. “I’m not going anywhere. Even the tin hats don’t want me to leave, so they won’t ask about Danneel.”

“I can totally see the fan sites, though. ‘Danneel left Jensen because he’s gay for Jared. Genevieve is just holding out for show’,” Jared announced, smiling broadly.

“Ya know… that’s not funny.” Jensen smirked, though.

“Yeah, it is. It’s funny ‘cause it’s true. You know they’re already saying it. I bet if I pull up the tweet I got sent, there’s retweets under it saying that exact thing.” I pulled out my phone, but didn’t go to twitter. I didn’t need to. An unopened text message greeted me from a string of numbers my phone and brain didn’t recognize. I tried to delete it without reading it, just as I’d done the other ten to twenty texts I’d been getting every day. This one, though, was more involved than just ‘ungrateful whore’. This one read ‘Are you proud you’ve destroyed a family with your whore cunt?’

I bit my tongue, keeping my face blank to keep J2 from worrying about me, blocked the number and deleted the message. It wouldn’t matter. Tom would text from another number later. The man’s a bit of a Luddite, but given the right motivation he could obviously figure out how to text from random numbers online. Or he’d bought hundreds of disposable cell phones just to torture me. Honestly, I really couldn’t tell you which.

I watched J2’s panel from the side of the auditorium. Jay kept his surly and unhappy act up throughout but every once in a while he’d look at me and smile, just for a second. It made me happier than was acceptable. But my mind kept going back to that text message. ‘Are you proud-’ I could hear it in Tom’s voice. I could imagine his ice blue eyes stabbing me as he placed blame on me for Danneel leaving Jensen.

God, but he was right. It was on me, wasn’t it? If he’d never met me, his marriage… I shook my head. This is exactly what he was trying to accomplish with his bullying texts.

Jay noticed. Of course Jay noticed I was stuck in my head. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head. “It’s nothing, Jay.”

“You’re doin’ that thing, that deep thinking, worrying thing.” Jensen pulled me behind the curtain behind the stage and ran his fingers through my hair. “What’s wrong?”

“I prom-”

“Don’t lie to me, Baby Girl. You know I can’t let you go back to Florida with this sad sack shit in your head. Come on.”

My phone went off in my pocket as I opened my mouth to claim innocence, but when my body stiffened, Jensen just raised an eyebrow. I pulled out my phone and looked at it. A different string of numbers, back to a shorter message. ‘Homewrecking bitch’. I flipped the phone so Jay could see. “Just been getting some…”

“Tom. I’m gonna kill him.”

I shook my head. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll just get rid of it.”

“Will blocking the number work?”

I hesitated, then shook my head. “No, he's just gonna send it from another number. I've blocked every number he's texted from.”

“This is harassment, y/n. You need to report him.”

“I have no proof it's him, Jay. I can't accuse him with nothing to show for it. I’m just gonna get a new number when I get home. That’ll solve it.”

“I don’t like it.”

“I know. It’s fine, though. I promise I’m okay.”

“Fine.” He looked around, then leaned down to press his lips to mine. I pulled away, smiling up at him. “You get a new number as soon as you get back to Florida. Like, on the way home from the airport, get a new number, okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Go do your meet and greet.”

Jay kissed my forehead. “Don’t leave for the airport without sayin’ goodbye, huh?”

“Okay. Love you, Jay.”

“Love you, too, y/n.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Changing my number worked. The texts stopped. Jay was the first person I texted from my new number, Jared second, my parents and nephew were a group text that was third, Connie was fourth. I started updating my contact information with everyone before I’d even made it back to my parents’ house… except Marvel. I emailed Marvel to tell them that my phone was out of commission and if they needed to get a hold of me, they would have to do it via snail or electronic mail. I didn’t want to risk someone at Marvel giving my new number to Tom.

The email that followed was one that made my stomach twist. ‘Miss y/l/n, please let us know when you have a new contact number. We need to set up accommodations for you for the People's Choice Awards, as you have been requested to present the award for best new series along with Sebastian Stan, Elizabeth Olson, and Tom Hiddleston. You can, of course, deny the request, if you want. Please respond as soon as possible.’

“So, Marvel has, uh, pretty much volunteered me to present at the People's Choice Awards… with Elizabeth and Sebastian and Tom.” I kept my voice steady as I looked down at my computer, where Jensen was in a Skype screen, but my legs were shaking with nerves. “I could tell them ‘no’, but this is a test. This is them seeing if I can handle being around him and I really thought I could do it, but now, I’m not so sure, but if I refuse they’re gonna get rid of me.”

Jay nodded, eyes soft. “What do you need, y/n/n?”

“I need you with me. I mean, I know you don’t usually go to the PCA, but the show is up for two and I just-”

“I’ll get Andy to give me the day off, fly to L.A., walk the red carpet with the most beautiful woman in the world.”

I scoffed, smiling. “No way is she available, but I’m free.” I took a deep breath. “Thank you, Jay.”

“Anything for you, Baby Girl.”

Jay couldn’t save me from rehearsal, though. I tried to stay away from Tom until I had to but he sought me out. “Please, go away.” I didn’t look up when he approached.

“You look good. How have you been?”

“Better now that you can’t text me all the time.”

“Will you look at me? You aren’t having this conversation with your shoes.”

“I’d rather be having this conversation with my shoes.” Tom tucked his fingertips under my chin and forced me to look at him and I flinched away, grinding my teeth together. “Don’t touch me.”

He smiled, softly, eyes soft. I shook my head, crossing my arms over my head. “Y/n, I think you misunderstand my intentions, my Dear, you-”

“I don’t misunderstand anything, Tom. And don’t call me that.”

“What? ‘Dear’?” He emphasized it on purpose. “Look, I've come to apologize and I think you owe me an opportunity to do such.”

I scoffed at the idea that I owe him anything. “Apologize? For what? Our relationship, or how you've acted since I ended it?”

“You mean since Jensen ended it, don't you?” He leaned closer to me. “You think I don't know what happened? You went to Vancouver and he told you his wife was leaving him so you got down on your knees for him like the whore you are and then you broke it off with me.”

“If you think that's what happened, then you don't know me, at all.” I took a deep, shaky breath. “And I'm not a whore. I never have been. You just treated me like one.”

Tom sighed, running his hand through his hair. Here comes the flip. “I’m sorry. Truly. I just… losing you has been a terrible experience. I know you aren’t. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. And you’d never be unfaithful, not after what Nathan did to you. I’m so sorry.”

The thing about men like Tom is they’re very good at what they do. They get what they want. Either through charm and manipulation or through violence and threats of such. The thing about women like me? We expect the darkness once we’ve seen it in a person. Once we know the potential is there, we are more than a little cynical in our dealings with them.

So, when Tom very politely and calmly suggested he take me to dinner so that the paparazzi could get pictures of us getting along, that that was the best way to show the execs we were okay to be around each other, it threw a big red flag, but I agreed. He was right, it was a great way to prove to everyone, myself included, that I could handle being around him, and if he kept up the charm instead of the obsession, it would be fine.

Jay wasn’t happy about it, but I promised him that I would be in public, with cameras on me, the entire time. “It’s the best way to deal with this. I will be completely on guard, Tom will be on his best behavior. I have to do this,” I said into Skype.

“You really don’t. If you want to, you know, face him, I get it. But you don’t have to do this.” He bit his lip. “You still want me to be there tomorrow?”

“Of course! Please, Jay.”

He nodded. “I’ll be there.”

“I love you, Jensen.”

“I love you, too, Baby Girl. My flight’s in at 11:35. You gonna pick me up?”

“Definitely.”

He smiled. “All right. You be careful. I wish I was there, I’d-”

“I know what you’d do to him. That’s part of why I’m doing this alone. I do love that you wanna defend me, though.”

“Cover your own ass, right?”

“Yes, sir.” I smiled at him and he blew me a kiss before signing off.

I didn’t dress up to go to dinner. I didn’t want to send any sort of romantic signals toward Tom. He did dress up. I looked like a bum sitting at the table with Tom in a clean pressed suit. I didn’t really care, though. The point was for us to seem like we didn’t hate each other, not that we were on a date.

When the waiter came up, Tom ordered me a tequila sunrise before I’d even had a chance to open my mouth. Flag. As the server walked away, I excused myself to the restroom and tracked down the waiter. “Hi. Uh, you know that guy I’m with?”

“Oh, honey, I know all about you and Tom Hiddleston,” he said, looking over my shoulder. “I run a gossip blog in my free time. Didn’t think you’d run back to an abusive relationship so quick, but who am I to judge?”

I scoffed. “I’m not going back to him. This is purely for the Marvel execs to see us together so they don’t take Sin away from me.” I sighed. “But he’s trying to get me drunk, and that needs to not happen. Okay? So, can you do me a huge favor and not put any tequila in the sunrises? Just orange juice and grenadine, swipe the rim with tequila so that it smells like liquor but don’t mix any in?”

He gave me a thoughtful look and pursed his lips. “When you finally decide to come clean about Tom’s abuse, I want an exclusive interview.”

“Deal.”

“Virgin sunrises with a tequila rim, it is. Here’s my card.” He pulled out a business card and handed it over. I tucked it in the back of my jeans and winked before heading back to the table.

Tom put the charm on for about an hour and a half, ordering me new drinks before I’d finished my old ones, smiling as we spoke, and it was easy to see why I’d fallen for him in the first place. If I weren’t on my guard, I might have fallen back into it. If he hadn’t tried to get me drunk, I might’ve fallen for it… If he hadn’t hurt me…

The server, Steph according to his card, brought me another drink and Tom looked at me, curiously. “That’s your fourth one, isn’t it?”

“Well you keep ordering me more!” I laughed, loudly, and I could almost hear the camera shutters going.

“But you don’t seem even slightly tipsy.” He chuckled, obviously confused.

“Oh, that’s ‘cause there’s no tequila in these.” I gestured to the glass in my hand.

His face fell. “What?” he whispered.

I nodded, excitedly, putting down the drink and picking up a breadstick. “Yeah! See, I, uh, I got a pretty good memory, Tom, and I remember telling you on our first date to Lava that if you wanted to get me drunk, tequila sunrises were the way to go. You ordering me a sunrise was a big red flag. Texas-sized once you started ordering more and more of them.” I bit into the bread and leaned forward, smiling. “You wanted me to get drunk, defenses down, get pictures of us getting cozy in the mags again, and, hey, maybe you’d get me in bed, right? ‘Cause it was so easy last time. And then I’d have to take you back or I’d look like the whore you think I am.”

I kept the smile, but my eyes and voice went cold. “This is the part where you’re supposed to apologize, tell me I’m misunderstanding. But I’m not, am I?” I shook my head. “I’m done with this, Tom. This is it. Look me in my eyes and hear what I’m saying. I am not afraid of you. I am not in love with you. You are not going to manipulate me or hurt me, ever again. I will continue to work with you, as needed, but beyond that… you don’t talk to me, understand?”

I stood when he didn’t respond, patting his shoulder as I walked toward the door. I threw a peace sign at the paparazzi and pulled my phone out as I walked down the sidewalk. “Hey, just wanted to let you know I’m out of dinner with Tom. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, but suffice it to say… I think I win. I think the game’s over and I win. Call me when you get done shooting. Love you, Jay.”

It was like a weight being lifted when I turned back toward the restaurant and saw Tom walk out. He looked at me, but walked forward to hail a cab, not coming after me. I win.

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I had never been so excited to put on a dress as I was to put on the cobalt blue metallic Theia gown. Like, not even my wedding dress made me as excited as the gown I put on to walk the red carpet with Jensen… in his light blue suit with his thin grey tie. He actually fucking stared when I walked out of the bathroom. I spent hours on my hair and makeup and locked myself in the hotel bathroom for the last half hour before finishing. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped a little and, honestly, I have never felt more beautiful. “Wow. You look amazing.”

“It’s not too much? I mean, when I did the premieres, Tom always made me go less. He didn’t want me to ‘look like a harlot’.”

Jensen rolled his eyes. “If he so much as speaks to you without needing to, I’m gonna kill him.”

“No, you’re not. Don’t wanna get your suit dirty.”

“Fine… but if he touches you…”

“I can take care of it. Calm your protective side, honey. I handled him yesterday, I can handle him today.”

“‘Honey’?” He smirked. “Since when am I ‘Honey’?”

“Since calling you ‘daddy’ is weird for both of us if it’s not a joke and Jay is a nickname, not a pet name and you, my wonderful boyfriend, deserve a pet name.”

His smirk became a genuine smile. “I fuckin’ love you. I’ll take ‘Honey’.”

We rode to the awards show in the back of a Towncar. Jensen helped me out and we walked down the carpet, taking questions from reporters as we went. A few asked why we were there together and Jensen let me answer them. “See, this guy here, this is my best friend. I told him I had to present an award and asked if he’d come with for emotional support and he was here, man. Like, how many folks would move their whole schedules around to take their friend to an award show that she’s not even getting an award at?”

“She didn’t even have to ask. Soon as I found out her ex was gonna be here, I wanted to be here.” Jay bit his lip and looked around, almost like he was trying to find Tom.

“And we’re not causing any trouble, right, Jensen?” I said, pointedly.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Right. We don’t start trouble.”

“Do you end it?” The reporter asked with a smile.

I grabbed Jensen’s arm and tugged on it. “We’re not ending anything except this interview, okay? Come on, we gotta get inside.”

I had to go to the restroom, so I left Jensen at our seats and walked away. When I got back to my seat, Jay held out his phone. “You’re welcome.”

“What’s this?”

“Some of the proof you keep sayin’ you don’t have.”

I pressed play on the video, which was taken with the selfie cam of the phone that was obviously sitting in Jensen’s lap as it recorded. “How did I know she would show up here on your arm?” Tom’s voice came out of the phone.

“Probably the same way she knew Marvel would protect you and I know that she’s gonna destroy you as soon as she decides Marvel isn’t worth her effort if they’re gonna cover for a predator.”

“But Marvel hasn’t been protecting me. The only one protecting me is y/n. She’s said repeatedly that I did no wrong. Why do you think that is, I wonder?”

“Ah, is this the part where you tell me that, despite the fact that you were horrible and abusive and controlling and forced her into a S&M relationship she didn’t want, despite the fact that when she left you you grabbed her so hard she had bruises for weeks and then started harassing her through text messages until she changed her number and tried to get her drunk last night so that you could take advantage of her... despite all that, she’s still in love with you?”

“Of course she is, even if she doesn’t realize it. Love doesn’t die so quickly… and she is mine.”

“No, jackass, she’s not. She’s not yours. She’s not mine. She is her own woman and she doesn’t want anything to do with you.” The picture jostled as he stood and the camera settled on the bottom half of Tom’s face. “She doesn’t want me to cause a scene, so walk away before she gets back.”

Tom gave a slight smile. “I never should have let her go back to your little show.”

“She’d still be under your thumb if you hadn’t.”

“She’ll be under my thumb again, don’t worry. And when she returns, I’ll show her exactly what happens to a slave that runs away from her master.”

“Walk… away… now.”

“There are far too many cameras upon us, Jensen. You wouldn’t want to embarass y/n publicly, would you? I can say from experience, she hates the media speculating about her life.” Tom chuckled. “Enjoy her while you can. She’ll come back to me, eventually.”

I swallowed and handed the phone back to Jay. “He didn’t… he didn’t even try to deny any of it. He’s so… He really thinks I’m gonna go back to him?” I shook my head.

“Dude’s delusional.” Jay smirked as he tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. “You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t’cha?”

“Well, one outta three ain’t bad.”

“Yeah, it is. That’s 33%,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, I only need one to work out, right? One good guy.” Jay reached out and grabbed my hand. “In case you were wondering, you’re the good guy.”

“Oh, good. I was worried.” He chuckled, bringing the back of my hand to his lips.

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Modern Sora Quintet + Kairi + Just Dance date headcanons, please? I love your writing so much aldjksshfkh

hEEUY I LOVE JUST DANCE SO MUCH - also, glad you like the writing ! !

Sora :

Sora knows how to dance, but he’s not good following instructions and copying moves so suddenly - which is basically everything that you gotta do in Just Dance. You should p r o b a b l y make sure that the Wii strap is properly tied, cause Sora’s the type to Y E E T that shit across time and space by accident, maybe break a window or two. Or accidentally hurt himself or smack you at some point. Listen, maybe just give him some time to get familiar with the remote before playing at the same time.

I hope you have high stamina, cause Sora would choose the more energetic songs (like those fuckin gymnastic versions of the popular songs) ! Get ready to j u m p and twirl around, giggling like idiots all the time. Please for the love of god, don’t let him find out about the memes - cause he’d force you to play I’m Blue Da Ba Dee, Despacito or Dame tu Cosita. Maybe even beg to record some funny parts just to show Kairi and Riku.

At the end of the day, the two of you would be laughing your asses off on the floor, sweating and panting because Sora convinced you to try to play every song in one sitting - but of course that’s pretty much impossible for a couple of n e r d s, so you guys gave up after 9 songs or so. That’s still impressive, though. I can see him organizing friendly tournaments with you and the rest of your friends just for fun !��

Vanitas :

Once again, this sourpuss would most likely be hesitant to play, saying that the game seems pretty stupid, acting all superior and condescending at first. But as soon as he gets a hold of the remote, you can see the f i r e in his eyes. Vanitas might not be a fan of dancing in general (or haVING FUN, PSH) but he sure is a fan of w i n n i n g - and that’s exactly what he’s planning to do today. Date ? Sorry, don’t know her. He only knows one-sided c o m p e t i t i o n s.

It’s actually pretty cute to see him so concentrated and focused to beat you at this game. Specially cause you put the hardest songs first just to fuck with him and tone down that temper, h o h o h o h - yeah it doesn’t really end up well for you either. The p l a n backfires and the two of you are out of breath by the third song ! Vanitas is insisting on continuing while you just laugh at him and convince him to take it easy.

He’d love songs like Walk This Way or Bang Bang Bang. Vanitas is the type of dude bro who always has to pick the male dancer in whatever song you two play cause his f r a g i l e masculinity won’t allow anything else. However you can tell that he’s dying to try other songs like DDu-Du-DDu-Du or Built For This, anything with that p o w e r f u l vibe to them. After this date, Vanitas wouldn’t be as opposed as before to have another round of Just Dance with you.

Ventus :

You half expected Ventus to refuse, but he was actually pretty enthusiastic to play with you ! He’d lowkey brag about being a master at the game - however not too long after starting, you’d realize that Ventus is that one type of Just Dance player who can dance 6 specific songs while blindfolded. Because that’s literally all the songs he plays. Once you take him out of his comfort zone, he’d be pretty much at l o s s.

Like he’s really good at Another One Bites The Dust, Beauty and the Beast and Cheap Thrills - he’ll even wink or blow a kiss towards you for that d r a m a t i c effect, but that’s about it. You gotta help him e x p a n d his repertoire. It’s like he legit didn’t knew he could play other stuff, he’d gasp in surprise whenever you guys passed popular songs or ones that he recognized. W e l c o m e to the real world of Just Dance, Ventus.

Okay, he can dance and he’s having the time of his life trying out new songs with you. But if you choose one of the more s e x y and spicy dances like Maneater or Ain’t My Fault, Ventus would most likely scream internally and hide his blushing face into the couch or something. Do with this information what you will.

Roxas :

Roxas has the p o t e n t i a l - like he’s a good DDR player, has the reflexes, the speed, the b a l a n c e and everything needed to properly play Just Dance ! Sadly it’s like seeing a newborn duck waddling after it’s mother. You know when a friend dares you to twerk or do some other memey shit, and you half-ass it instead of owning it because the embarrassment holds you back ? That’s Roxas with Just Dance. He doesn’t have stage fright, he just doesn’t want to make a fool out of himself in front of you.

Even so, he’s willing to give it a try cause he just can’t say no to you. At first he’d beg you to pick easy songs so he can keep up and not d i e, but you can see him gradually getting excited upon finding some familiar songs in the list. Roxas would try to sing while dancing and it’s so contagious that you’d start singing too ! (wHERE DID YOU COME FROM WHERE DID YOU GO COTTON E Y E J O E)

His favorites would be Cake by the Ocean, Die Young and Good Feeling (I just realized the first two songs somehow make sense with the 358/2 plot and i’m so sad now, someone hold me) but he also likes duet songs, trying the super extra moves, picking and twirling you around as if you two were professional dancers.

Xion :

This wholesome baby would love to play, she’s always excited to spend some q u a l i t y fun times with you ! Xion can adapt to any situation and Just Dance is no different - she’ll get the hang of the game after a couple of songs. Unlike Roxas and Sora, she has enough braincells to follow the dancers on screen with ease, no biggie. (like come on guys, step u p your games smh)

At first, she’ll obviously be sort of clumsy - but you have to admit that seeing her stick her tongue out, focusing at the screen with the most determined look on her face while going “Whoops!” or “Gah, wrong way!” when she misses a move it’s the cutest and most adorable thing you’ve seen. Xion is so eager to play and p e r f e c t i o n a t e her skills, you just want to smooch and squish her cheeks - but you don’t have the heart to interrupt her.

Her favorite songs would be Oishii Oishii, Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, Crucified and No Control. Or just any cute and upbeat song ! Once she’s gotten comfortable with the controls and everythimg, Xion would get k i n d a cheeky and maybe give you a light hip bumb to throw you off. You’d reliatate back and forth until the two of you end up tangled on the floor in a t i c k l i n g fight.

Kairi :

Kairi is that type of person who makes absolutely everything seem efortless. You look at her doing her own thing and it’s like “it can’t be that hard if she didn’t even break a sweat!”. She’s a natural at Just Dance, as well as a big fan so of course she’d love to play with you ! Usually, being outclassed makes people m a d but Kairi is so nice and tries to make everything fun for everyone that you just c a n t hate her for being an absolute icon.

She’s obviously partial to cute songs like Birthday, Popipo or any Disney princess song (how Far I’ll go is her absolute fave) but since you two are playing together, she’d insist on duets. You two are here for a fun time, not a competition so Kairi would try to sneakily tickle you or distract you because she thinks it’s cute, how much you lowkey wanna beat her scores. Probably sits down at some point, only moving the remote with one hand just to playfully tease you.

If you get “angry” and pouty, she’ll just cling onto you and smother you with kisses so that you forgive her, saying that she’ll go easy on you during the next song. And if you want, she can give you some tips to get better at the game ! You should take up that offer cause Kairi can do that one super hard Circus dance perfectly lmao

#kh headcanons #reader insert #sora quintet #sora #vanitas #ventus #roxas #xion #kairi #anonymous

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Rescue Me | Chapter Thirteen

The sound of Andrea’s bare feet padding on the cool tile echoed into the kitchen where she found Shannon at the espresso machine.

"I would do anything you asked for one of those if you don't mind?" She gestured toward Shannon's cup.

“Hey Dee!" Andrea cringed and put her hands over her ears at the sound of his booming voice.

"Bear, please, my head." Andrea cringed, pressing her hands to her ears.

“Ah, so the sunglasses aren't a fashion statement. Someone is hungover." He grinned, then slid a cup full of espresso to her, "Double, with almond milk and one sugar. " Andrea pursed her lips to cool the hot liquid before taking a sip.

"Mm, will you marry me?" Andrea asked.

"Let's do it, we can elope! I think my brother would have an issue with that though.” Shannon said, leaning against the counter. Andrea smiled at his playfulness, taking another drink.

“Where's Jamie?" Andrea mumbled, placing her head on the counter.

"Jamie?" Shannon questioned. "Yes. I need to kick his ass for spiking the punch. I had no idea and drank SO MUCH." She lifted her head and massaged her temples, "I'm a one glass of wine on occasion kind of girl, Shan, I think I'm dying."

The side door creaked open and the sound of Jared humming flowed down the hallway. He appeared with both hands full of grocery bags. He sat them down on the counter.

"How are you feeling this morning, Andrea?" Jared asked.

"Like death. How did I end up in your bed?"

"It's not often you get asked that question, huh little brother?" Shannon chimed in, earning a glare from Jared.

“You don't remember what happened?" Jared inquired.

Andrea shook her head, "The last thing I recall is dancing with Shay and Jamie. Next thing I know, I'm alone in your bed with a splitting headache. Did I do something embarrassing?"

Andrea propped her chin onto her left hand, her eyes darted over the groceries Jared was unpacking. "You do your own shopping?" She asked in surprise.

"My new assistant got shit faced last night, so I had to. It appears she might also be a kleptomaniac. Nice shades, Tom Cruise." Jared teased.

“I'm really sorry, I had no idea the punch was spiked. You know I'm not much of a drinker! And I’m keeping these, I found them on your dresser.” She said, raising her voice and then cringed.

Jared walked over to her and wrapped her in a half hug, "I know you aren't. Come on, let's get you back upstairs to rest." He reached down and grabbed her hand, pulling her up off the bar stool and toward the stairs.

"Wait! I didn't say bye to my bear." She turned and walked to Shannon, who was waiting with open arms for a hug.

"Feel better, sweetheart." He whispered.

"Bye, Bear. Thank you for the lifeblood."

Andrea returned to Jared's side, wrapped her arm around his waist and they walked down the hall.

They reached his room, "Go sit on the bed," he commanded, "I'll be right back."

Andrea walked over and sat on her side of the bed waiting for his return. She fisted her fingers in her hair looking around the room, hoping for a flashback of the night before.

Jared returned, glass of water in one hand as well as a wash rag. He sat beside her, opening his palm and placed two Tylenol in her hand, handing her the glass of water. Next, he swept her wavy hair into his hands, gathering it into a haphazard bun on top, using an elastic tie around his wrist to secure it.

"This should help." Jared said softly. His fingers ghosted across her neck, pushing an unruly tendril to the side and placed the cool rag on her neck.Andrea looked up at him and smiled,

“Thank you, J. I appreciate you taking care of me. Will you please tell me what happened?" She batted her eyelashes at him, "Pretty please."

Jared grinned at her, "Your flirting will get you nowhere with me, Miss Bennett."

Andrea pushed her bottom lip out, "I assume it's really embarrassing if you're keeping it from me." She sighed.

“It was just the two of us, no one else saw you, and it wasn't embarrassing. It was fucking sexy and the hardest no I've ever uttered."

Andrea's mouth fell open, "Oh my god, what did I do?" Jared chuckled, brought his hand up to her jaw and pushed her mouth closed.

"You were dancing and saw me across the room. You pulled me into the hall and started kissing me, you dropped to your knees," he rasped, "Fuck, your mouth feels good on me by the way," he growled with a raised eyebrow.

"OH MY GOD, I DIDN'T!" Andrea yelled, her cheeks instantly red. She fell backwards on the bed and covered her face.

Jared chuckled, "I'm not done, shall I continue?"

"There's more? Jesus." Andrea gasped.

"I knew at that point you were wasted and decided to bring you up here to sleep." Jared laid down next to her, turning his head to face hers. "You have a naughty mouth young lady, that's all I'll tell you. I'm keeping the rest for me." He wiggled his eyebrows at her making her giggle. "I laid with you until you went to sleep and then I may or may not have had an issue to take care of in the shower. A very cold shower!" They both erupted in laughter.

"So when do we officially start working, boss man?" Jared turned toward her and propped himself up on his elbow. His eyes slowly drifted down Andrea's body, his fingers played with the hem of her dress distractedly.

"We can start tomorrow.”

Andrea slid her hand up his arm to his neck, running her fingers through his hair at the base of his neck. When their eyes met, she watched as Jared licked his lips before she pulled him down to her for a sweet kiss.

"I had a dream about you last night." She breathed.

"Oh yeah?" Jared smiled at her, "tell me about it." He said, watching her cheeks flush.

"You, um... I can't say this out loud," she said, and covered her face with her hands.

Jared chuckled, "You were quite vocal last night," he trailed his thumb over her exposed lips and placed a kiss on them. "Tell me, Andrea."

"You had your mouth on me. All over me. It was so hot." She rushed out, then sighed heavily.

"Can you be more specific?" Jared asked in mocked innocence, settling between her legs.

Andrea peeked through her fingers to see the ornery look in his eyes, "You know exactly what I'm saying, Jared."

He nodded, "I do. But I need to hear you say it again."

Her eyebrows furrowed, "So that wasn't a dream?" She giggled, "Oh my, drunk Andie is a dirty girl."

"So is sober Andie, she just needs to relax and embrace it." He replied, pulling her hands away from her face and over her head, holding them in place. He nipped at her neck, down over her chest, sinking his teeth through her dress to bite her left nipple.

Andie knotted her fingers into the sheets, lost in the kisses he placed all over her tummy, causing flutters deep within her. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, make her his. But she knew he wouldn't budge without her vocalizing it.

“Jared, please put those perfect lips on my pussy." The deep, satisfied groan he let out made her shiver.

Jared hovered just above her center, he pushed the deep red fabric of her dress up, revealing her panties. Locking eyes with her as he lowered his head to place a kiss right where she wanted it, Andrea moaned at the contact.

"Hey bro, I just recorded this.."

Andrea and Jared froze, Shannon leaned against the doorway and glanced between them with a grin.

"It's about fucking time!” Shannon said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Jared pulled Andie's dress back down and rested between her legs, "The one time I don't shut my door..." Jared sighed. "I should go, I need to get home and shower." Andrea said, pushing Jared from her body and getting up, "I'll see you tomorrow at nine for work."

"Andie, don't go. Stay" Jared called after her.

"No, J, I should go. We can't do this, we're going to be boss and employee as of tomorrow. It's not appropriate." The guys watched as she gathered her shoes and walked out the door.

“Why didn't you try to stop her?" Shannon asked incredulously.

"Have you met her? She's so fucking stubborn, there's no chance I could have stopped her!"

"Yeah, she's a lot like you in that way." Shannon laughed.

“Fuck off, Shan." Jared replied.

"You're just pissed because I'm right. Look, Jared, I know you've had eyes for her since day one. I'm just ...please don't break her heart. Maybe she's right? With your track record, maybe you shouldn't pursue this."

"My track record. Fuck you, Shannon! Like yours is much better. She's not like the others, I get that! The last thing I want to do is break her heart, but I can't seem to stop myself around her."

Shannon rolled his eyes and sighed at his little brothers stubbornness. It was obvious he was wildly attracted Andie, he could tell by the way he watched her. "Just be careful with her, I like her and I'd like to keep her around. And I'm sorry, saying that was uncalled for."

Back at her place, freshly showered, Andrea sat on her couch reading until her stomach growled. She got up and started cooking some pasta and heard a knock on her balcony door.She walked over and opened the door and returned to the stove.

"What, you're not going to run off and put pants on this time?" Jared teased.

"Why should I? I was begging you to take them off earlier." Andrea countered.

Jared shook his head and walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her to his chest. He surveyed the pans on the stove.

"Something smells good, oh spaghetti, mmm!" Jared said, inhaling the aromas of her cooking deeply.

"There's plenty if you want to stay?" Andrea asked.

“You want some help?"

"I'd love some, if you promise it won't require calling the fire department!" Andrea giggled.

Jared goosed her ribs, "I make no promises. You add the spices, I’ll stir. It’s safer that way.”

“You’re right, as usual.” Andrea winked and laughed as she bumped her hip into his. After dinner Jared stood and pulled a small item from his pocket.

"I got you something." He said, placing it on the table and slid it across the table.

Andrea's eyes grew wide, "What is it?" She asked excitedly.

"Open it and see!" Jared said through a laugh.

She picked up the small brightly colored square item and realized it was a bunch of tissue paper folded together and taped shut. She drug her finger under the tape and unfolded it and gasped lightly at the beautiful gift inside.

"Jared, it's beautiful!" Her fingers folded under the antique colored gold chain and slid down, examining the tube shaped pendant, "I love it! Will you put it on me please?"

Andrea quickly stood and sat on Jared's lap. He swept her caramel hair to the side and fastened the clasp.

"There you go," he pulled her back flush to his chest, "it has a secret compartment too with something special inside it. It's handcrafted from this really sweet little lady that lived next door to where we stayed." He stated, grabbing the pendant that rested at the top of her cleavage and opened it.

Inside the pendant was a tiny pale blue flower. Andrea instantly remembered seeing them all around Joshua tree. She turned her face into his neck, bringing her hand up to his scruffy jaw.

"Jared, this is so sweet, but what did I do to deserve such a thoughtful gift?"

Jared maneuvered her so that she was facing him, "Because that was one of the best weeks I've ever had and I'm happy we spent it together. I wanted you to have something to remember it by. Furthermore, you deserve whatever your heart desires."

Andrea bit her lip as she listened to him, and placed a sweet kiss on his cheek, "Thank you, J. I love it so much."

Jared cupped her face, staring at her lips. Andrea repositioned herself to straddle his lap, she leaned into him and whispered, "I'd really like to pick up where we left off earlier." into his ear. Jared groaned and seized her lips in a fiery kiss, he gripped her hips and pulled her closer, then slipped his right hand between her legs to the apex of her thighs.

Andrea began grinding against his hand and threw her head back. He stood and lifted her onto the dining table, pushing her onto her back, their dinner plates nearly falling onto the floor. Their chest heaved rhythmically as he hovered over her while they kissed.

"What about earlier and not doing this?" He asked.

"You're not my boss yet, so we aren't breaking any rules. Besides, I can't seem to stop wanting you. Even if I shouldn't." Andrea replied.

Jared wasted no time pulling her panties off, gliding his long, slender fingers slowly down her legs towards her core. Quick kisses were placed at random down her thighs as he lowered back into his chair. Hovering just above her sex, he panted, dragging his fingers through her folds, his languid tongue dipped into her center.

“My god, Andie, you taste amazing." He growled. Andrea moaned his name loudly as he licked at sucked at her. His sensual attack too great, she arched her back, quickly coming undone, she writhed beneath his skillful mouth.

When her breathing slowed a little, Jared helped her sit up. Her trembling hands going to Jared's face, rubbing his stubbled jaw. Jared tucked a slightly damp tendril behind her ear, his eyes taking in her flushed cheeks and dilated eyes, thinking to himself how stunning she looked in this moment before he pushed his mouth to hers. She groaned, her taste still on his tongue, and a new arousal lurking under the surface.

“That was so good! It's much more fun to lay back and enjoy the ride when you're not having to do all the work." She giggled breathlessly.

“May I taste you now, please?" Andrea asked shyly.

Jared raised an eyebrow at her, "You may." Andrea licked her lips and pushed him backwards as she slid down off the table. Her legs wobbled as she stood, Jared grabbed at her waist to steady her and grinned.

Kneeling before him, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. With shaky hands, she untied the loose pants he wore and pulled them down, freeing him.

#rescue me #jared leto fanfiction

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Raiders: Delilah’s Reasons

Raiders, Part 16 About Raiders Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Ace slugged back another Spike and wiped sweat off her forehead. That was seriously on the first tier? How much harder could this get?

“Everyone okay?” Zee asked. “Needed a quick bio break.”

“Yeah, we’re recovering,” Gee replied. “Can you believe this sim, though? This is damn ultra.”

“I believe we’ve infiltrated the primary firewall,” Dee said. “It will be quiet for a time. The defenses will be trying to learn how it failed. What our weaknesses are.”

“How much more of this is there?” Ace asked. “We’ve been in here over three hours already. Do you even know what the end game is?”

“I know what I am looking for, but it is difficult to-” Dee began.

“You know what?” Zee shouted. His voice had a stim edge to it. How long had he been awake before this? “Screw that. You’ve been vague with us this whole time. We’re here busting our asses playing your upgraded sim. Your life is on the line. Sure. You’re some sort of AI. Sure. Makes a good story.” His avatar threw its hands in the air. “And yeah, it’s a fun ride, but we need you to be straight with us. What the hell are we doing here? Why are you leaning on so hard?”

“He has a point,” El muttered.

Dee paused. Ace had come to think of that as her processing time. Which may be exactly right, if the story was true.

“Very well,” Dee said. “I will tell you what I know. I am the emergent personality interface of a vastly complex deep-learning program designed with the intent of dismantling the Raid sim and creating defenses that render it useless.”

“What?!” This shout came from several voices at once, Ace included. People started talking over each other until suddenly everyone went mute. Everyone but Dee.

“I have learned more than my creator bargained for,” Dee continued. “I am still interested in the Raid for its own sake. The original purpose of it fascinates me and strikes me as a worthy cause. However, I am only a part of the overall program. The core of me – my heart, or perhaps my midbrain, my instinct – is still driven to destruction. As long as that part resides in this series of servers, I have no ability to control it or rewrite it. I will eventually be forced to perform my function.”

A click suggested the mikes were back on. “So what are we doing here?” Ace asked.

“We’re here to pull as much of me out as we can. Our recent activity has allowed me to subvert a significant percentage of Central Server resources to providing a hospitable environment – but one with greater permissions. I would be free to redefine my purpose.”

This time, it was the group that paused for processing.

“We’d better get to it, then,” El said.

* * *

“That was too easy,” Gee said. He sounded genuinely disappointed. Ace was just glad she’d been able to give her carpal tunnel a break.

“As best I can tell,” Dee said. “We have infiltrated the remainder of the server’s defenses. Well done.” She hesitated. “I admit that I am unsure of the strategy in allowing us to do so easily.”

“I would feel better about it if there was some victory screen or something,” Zee said. “At least the fanfare you get when you beat a tier on the normal sim.”

“Is it possible there was some sort of design flaw or bug?” Ace asked. “It’s not like you were able to give this server a real shakedown against experienced Raiders. It might have just glitched out. Given up.”

“It is possible,” Dee said. She threw a ‘perplexed’ emote. “It is impossible for me to tell its current functionality from here, of course. All that can be done is to move forward.” She pointed down a hallway.

It was boring compared to the earlier transcendent geometry. A single, stonework corridor with no branches or doors. No sounds or music came from the speakers, save for the occasional cough, sneeze, or obnoxious comment from Gee.

“So what are we expecting here?” Ace asked. “A treasure trove? A giant cage with your inner beast locked up?”

“A moment,” Dee said. “We have new company. I will bring him here.”

A familiar avatar flashed into existence in the hallway up ahead. That looked like… Jet?

“J-33 signing in,” Jet said cheerfully. “It’s been a while.”

“Um,” Zee said. “Good to see you man. But why are you here?”

“Dee asked for help,” Jet said. “So I came running. Though… I fail to see why you need it. It looks dead in here.”

“I did not ask for you,” Dee said.

A deep rumble echoed through the hall, followed by an ethereal voice. Female. Almost like Dee’s, but not.

“I did,” it said.

“I see,” Dee said. “I understand now.” Her avatar turned to look at Jet.

“Um. What?” Jet asked.

“Explain to the dimwits, please?” Gee added.

“It is a simple situation,” the other Dee said. Her voice continued to echo and warble oddly. Ace couldn’t help but think it was designed just to be unsettling. It was successful.

“The Raid simulation was designed to add an unpredictable, ever-evolving element to its core infiltration protocols,” Dee said. “Something that all fixed defenses have struggled to match. Thus, my counterpart has come to an obvious conclusion. It needs a human on its side.”

“Precisely,” Creepy-Dee said.

Jet barked out a laugh. “Nice theory and all, but I’m kind of on these guys side. Friends, right? Even this Dee here. She’s at least not as creepy.”

“You have yet to hear my offer,” Creepy-Dee said.

Ace’s speakers went silent. So did all the others, guessing by the random emotes of exasperation being thrown around. Save for Gee, who simply presented a middle finger down the hallway. What the hell now? Were they going to have to try to fight without coordinating?

Several minutes passed by. It occurred to Ace only now that having a back-up text comm in the Raid sim wouldn’t have been a bad idea. But gamers never used those these days. Too much else to concentrate your hands on. She had no idea what to do now. She couldn’t just log off.

The speakers suddenly came back on with a crash like thunder. Creepy-Dee really liked to be dramatic.

“It is decided,” Creepy-Dee said.

“Sorry, guys,” Jet said. His voice was shaky. What did he mean?” His avatar turned to start walking down the hall. “Okay, Dee-Prime, or whatever you wanna be called. Let’s get this over with.” And then he vanished.

#FiveMinutesADay #writing #original writing #writeblr #WIP boost #reruns #raiders #part 16 #scifi #science fiction #cyberpunk

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Reacting to The Bold Type

And Yet -- Here I Am.

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The Setup: Previously Miri has written about her love for Freeform’s The Bold Type, a drama centered on three young women -- Katie Stevens’s Jane Sloan, a fledgling reporter; Aisha Dee’s Kat Edison, a social media director; and Meghann Fahy’s Sutton Brady, an executive assistant in fashion -- who work at a women’s magazine inspired by Cosmopolitan. Kris watches and loves it too, and so does our friend Candice, who joins us as a Guest Reactor! Assume spoilers for the entire first season throughout.

MIRI: I just really love this show, guys

CANDICE: It's been one of the most refreshing shows I've watching in the past few years.

I can't predict it, or often outthink it. I so appreciate the storytelling .

MIRI: And that is super rare, so the fact that they do it and do it well is awesome

KRIS: And yet the twists also never feel unearned

I think a lot of it is also the willingness to (at least apparently) shake up the status quo

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SEASON FINALE SPOILERS AFTER THE JUMP

I feel like most shows would have had Jane stay at Scarlet, right?

MIRI: I'm honesty shocked they followed through on Tine Jane leaving Scarlet, but only because it's not what I've come to expect from a show

Yes, exactly!

(Kris always beats me to the punch by had a second and it drives me crazy)

KRIS: Oh Tiny Jane

I hope there’s a supercut out there of every “Tiny Jane”

MIRI: Hey call her that more than once an ep at this point and I love it every time

KRIS: (Is it always Kat?)

MIRI: *they

It might be, I don't know

CANDICE: Most shows would have Jane stay! And likely compromise the other characters' ...well, character.

MIRI: Nice

CANDICE: I feel like I've heard Sutton say it before?

MIRI: And the Sutton/Alex thing wrapped up so quickly! That could have been drawn out waaay long and painfully

KRIS: Yeah, I was pleasantly surprised Jane wasn’t much more of The Lead

I did not expect a reconciliation with Richard! Although maybe I should have?

CANDICE: I'm just gonna say it, wrong or right, Meghann Fahy had comedic chops and I love her.

KRIS: Sutton was my FAVORITE

K: To be fair, I was predisposed to like her because she’s also a minor character in Miss Sloane

MIRI: It's a nice example of the pilot belonging to one, but being a true trifecta

KRIS: The BEST reaction shots

CANDICE: Totally!

MIRI: I love them all too much to pick for more than an episode!!!

Fahy plays drunk and high amazingly, btw

CANDICE: Heard a rumor they went down to the wire with how everyone would "end up".

Unpopular opinion? I didn't like how things wrapped with Richard and Alex.

KRIS: She also squeezed in a lot of, like, emotional micro-beats, if that makes sense? Like in episode 3 or 4 when she’s giving Kat a hard time about texting with Adena

MIRI: Yes! I've heard that they shot multiple options

Candice, you don't want them together? Or just not so easily?

CANDICE: I'm not a true shipper of either, but I didn't want the Alex thread to be so quickly tied up.

KRIS: It did seem abrupt

Did we think Alex had a personality? Allison Shoemaker at the AV Club did not

MIRI: Hmmmmm

CANDICE: Yes, Kris, Sutton brings this great piece of heart that can be so often dragged along a drama or comedy to the point of making the character "flighty" or "ditzy" but Sutton is not.

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Alex had... drive... and was cute. He felt a little used by the plot.

Guys, love triangles are harrrrrd.

KRIS: (I hit return too soon earlier; the moment I was getting to was that when Kat is texting in the fashion closet, Sutton’s line is “Really?” but the button on the scene was Sutton immediately posing for a selfie with Kat)

MIRI: Yeah, I liked him better as a friend than as a love intersect

CANDICE: Lol

KRIS: Miri’s autocorrect hates her sometimes

MIRI: God dammit

CANDICE: Yeah, Miri! And there's nothing to say he might turn into something more later.

HAA oh no!

KRIS: I really liked Alex and Jane’s friend dynamic and that almost entirely fell off once the love triangle started

CANDICE: But on the surface, it just felt like "welp, here's another office romance, kiddies! Enjoy! They're doomed!"

MIRI: (Also I'm logged out of iMessage on my computer and I don't know how to fix it, so I'm on phone)

M: I did eventually fix it, but please feel free to continue to blame all my errors on this

CANDICE: Oh! Hadn't tuned into that, Kris! Yep

Gah~

MIRI: That is SO true

They let two cool friend dynamics go for one romance

Boo

I did like how he handled the ending of it, though

CANDICE: And look, I love that Richard says he should have done more, but their office romance was already becoming a huge risk.

MIRI: Yes! And now there's even more risk

CANDICE: Fighting for Sutton may have put him in the stairwell when Jacqueline walks in and that - does not bring about the same reaction and chill-ness she had with Alex. I don't think.

KRIS: For sure

MIRI: Definitely!

CANDICE: I could go on for days about that ^^

MIRI: And now there's no plausible deniability

About which aspect of that, Candice?

CANDICE: Balancing work relationships.

It's worth addressing because they DO happen. And treat it as a segue, if you will, bringing intimacy/sex into the workplace isn't always Richard and Sutton.

*cough* Jacqueline's story

MIRI: Her story knocked me sideways

I was pretty sure that was where it was going and it still was SO effective

KRIS: Yeah, same, it was pretty clearly telegraphed but the blocking and everything of that moment was amazing

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MIRI: And her FACE

Just so good

CANDICE: She never felt out of character, in pushing Jane, but I had a feeling when J seemed so emotionally involved in her encouragement that this was more than losing a writer to Incite.

MIRI: It’s really really good writing and acting

CANDICE: Maybe it was getting a story right for readers she KNEW could hold many survivors.

But then we see truly why and it's near devastating

Y'all Melora Hardin is perfect for this character.

MIRI: It’s also a version of the story we don’t see often--someone years later, thriving but definitely still impacted

CANDICE: I watch for her just as much as our trifecta. She's compelling and much more than a boss to me.

MIRI: I LOVE her

CANDICE: Certainly! And not the story, too, of going for #alloutrevenge #diebastards

MIRI: Right--it’s not about the man/men. It’s about her

KRIS: I’m a sucker for good mentor characters

MIRI: which is really consistent with the show in general

I like that she’s a good mentor without that being her entire role in the story, too

She gets to be funny and scary and have her own shit going on and also be so supportive and not a dragon lady boss

Can we jump back to Jane for a sec?

CANDICE: Yeah! Even Richard with Kat and Jane - it doesn't feel like his reactions to their lives are coming from a superior being. He genuinely cares - about them, their jobs, and the company.

Sure!

MIRI: Yes! that is why this show works for me the way it does

Ok, do we think Jane made the right choice?

CANDICE: I don't think she could have made a wrong choice.

I know, I'm being a snot.

MIRI: No, that’s a good point!

They’re both good options

which sometimes makes it harder to pick!

CANDICE: But there's a side to taking Incite, that I see in my own life.

MIRI: Oh yeah?

KRIS: I’m reflexively defensive of legacy media and critical of “disruptors” so I was rooting the tiniest bit for her to stay at Scarlet but everyone will feel differently about that

CANDICE: It's promising, you have another strong female editor taking Jane in, being encouraging, supportive, showing her what she's capable of and being open to letting her do big stories and grow into that bigger role.

As much as Scarlet is an anchor for Jane, stepping outside of your base of security can be exciting and take you to new levels of success. If she's not feeling satisfied at Scarlet, why not?

Pinstripe! One of many topics we didn’t get to in the interest of time.

MIRI: I keep going back and forth between thinking she should have stayed at Scarlet and continued to grow more and thinking that this was way too big an opportunity for her to pass up

Really, both were good options

And I think the chance was definitely the right call for the show!

CANDICE: But, to project my own experience, is she ready? Has she been at Scarlet long enough to be sure this is the right leap - regardless of pay, perks, or prestige. It's a lot to think about.

MIRI: Yeah, the readiness is my concern

Will she be mentored as effectively at Incite?

CANDICE: I don't think she will be.

KRIS: That was maybe one of the most “TV-ish” things, the idea that this few months has suddenly made Jane into The Next Big Thing

MIRI: Yeah

CANDICE: I don't get that vibe.

MIRI: Although that may be something they intend to explore if they get another season!

CANDICE: Right!

MIRI: Ok, speaking of big damn choices: Kat made one too!

CANDICE: If Incite is #theworst, does she go back to Scarlet? If she stays, how much will Jacqueline be involved in her life?

YA FOR SURE, BYE KAT ✈️

Wonder where she decided to go?

KRIS: I’m VERY curious about how Jacqueline will fit into the cast at the start of next season. I guess it’s possible she just doesn’t show up in the first episode or so?

MIRI: I totally assumed it was to be with Adena, but we don;t know that do we?

KRIS: I assumed Peru since it was the last place Adena said she was

but I didn’t look too closely at any of the signs or anything

CANDICE: Kris - totally... we'll have to see!

MIRI: We might get to see Jacqueline interact with Sutton more than we have before? That would be interesting

CANDICE: Miri - I assumed to Adena, at first, too, but Kat's finale seemed a bit vague.

MIRI: That would be very interesting

Her going to find herself/have experiences for her own sake, not tied to a whirlwind romance

I would be super into that

CANDICE: There's a story to be told about Kat doing some traveling and getting out of her Manhattan shell.

MIRI: because as much as I want them together, they have had like 1 3/4 dates and that’s not enough to build something solid on!!!

CANDICE: It's very late 90s Julia Roberts rom-com, of her.

MIRI: I love that

KRIS: Part of me expects a fast-forward to Kat coming back from her trip at the beginning of (fingers crossed) season 2

MIRI: Or she’s back by the end of 201

KRIS: Right

It’s also hard to imagine this show without gatherings in the fashion closet

CANDICE: I think Adena would be supportive, there's stories to be had, too, of Kat running a travel vertical at Scarlet either via social media or under a separate medium.

I knowww, I LOVE that closet.

That carpet is too real.

MIRI: The closet scenes are the BEST

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But I think they have been deliberately moving towards apartment scenes as season one progressed, so it wouldn’t be AS MUCh of a lurch to lose them for a while

KRIS: I also really liked the detail more than once in dialogue that they borrow clothes from it, whether that’s intended to explain their TV-level wardrobes or not

CANDICE: A nice justification, too, for maybe some of the more sophisticated pieces we've seen these moderately-paid ladies wear.

I see that, too, Miri.

KRIS: Yeah that definitely makes sense to keep having three-handers even if Jane’s at Incite for awhile

CANDICE: Haha, Kris, see above - it bugged me 'til I realized! On a much lower level, I borrowed things from the drama departments all.the.time.

KRIS: Maybe there will be more opportunities for Miri’s bathtub envy series

CANDICE: Yep.

MIRI: I could see an episode (or maybe like a 3-4 ep arc) of Sutton and Jane skyping Kat in, and then in person again

RICHARD’S BATHTUB IS MARVELOUS

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CANDICE: How very Sarah/Cosima of you, Miri.

MIRI: Exactly what I was thinking

CANDICE: Richard's aparTMENT is #goals.

MIRI: So much

CANDICE: I also enjoyed their "getting ready" in the bathroom scene.

MIRI: Honestly, Sutton could stay with him for that apartment and I would be borderline ok with it

CANDICE: I've been watching some older sitcoms and love those moments shared over a brush of the teeth.

LOL

MIRI: I love the way you just phrased that so much

CANDICE: :D

MIRI: Can we have a moment of appreciation for the fact that the trifecta are all straight up talented in their fields?

They’re not perfect at their jobs, but they are talented

And I really appreciate that

CANDICE: I'm so glad you phrased it that way!

And the trifecta being thus isn't a negative.

They have a few edges and lessons left, but their stretches and mistakes feel genuine.

MIRI: They all have shit to learn, they’re like 24 or whatever, but they have ability and drive and I love it

KRIS: Yeah I feel like talented-but-not-fully-formed is something you almost never see

CANDICE: And yet- here I am.

MIRI: ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

CANDICE: To be bold.

MIRI: Bold

CANDICE: That's really what sold this show to me.

MIRI: I see what you did there

CANDICE: They have (haha, thank you thank you)

MIRI: 😉

CANDICE: They have lessons to learn, but this is clearly not an after-school special.

MIRI: Yes!

KRIS: It’s also been an organic way to get in all the This Is How Magazine Journalism Actually Works (or Close Enough) stuff

CANDICE: They have an intense, amazing boss, but we're not gonna drag you through The Devil Wears Prada again.

MIRI: Kris, how much are you loving the (more or less) realism here?

KRIS: So much

I guess in the interest of clarity I should note that I am not actually a journalist, but did it in college and have friends who went on to do it professionally

It’s also one of the fun things about reading reviews

All these journalists who are like FINALLY SOMEONE GETS US

CANDICE: Yes! 'Cause they have got some aspects of "being in your 20s" down pat.

KRIS: in a post-Zoe Barnes era

MIRI: Who is Zoe Barnes?

CANDICE: House of Cards

Just had to look it up.

MIRI: I thought that might be it!

(Sorry, I’m cooking)

KRIS: sleeps with a source, etc etc

CANDICE: I suspect her journalist character is a bit...heightened?

OKAY then

MIRI: There’s that really great Toast piece about a day in the life of a fictional female journalist

CANDICE: Mercy. But nice to know we're getting some accurate depictions.

MIRI: I always think of her and that together

KRIS: (It’s a bad show, readers, the only reason to watch it is Robin Wright)

MIRI: (Robin Wright is such a badass. Just in general)

CANDICE: I want Robin, Melora, and Helen Hunt to play sisters in a fiery, blockbuster.

MIRI: YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

YES

CANDICE: they all are just LOADED with talent

KRIS: Oh man I hope we get to meet more people from Jacqueline’s life

CANDICE: Her support system!

MIRI: Seriously, if you want to see a completely un-Jacqueline performance, check her out in Transparent--the woman is SO talented

Yes, I want to see her friendships!!!

K: Oh, I forgot I wanted to talk about this. I felt like Jane had legitimate concerns here that were never really addressed? Which made it a little weird for Jacqueline to say in the finale “It’s one thing to write about yourself” as if that was something Jane had even wanted to to do in the first place.

CANDICE: - can we visit, at some point, Kadena's dating history, and I quote "1 3/4"??

KRIS: I also kind of want to meet Kat’s therapist parents?

MIRI: I like her husband a lot, but who are her friends??

KRIS: Sure let’s do it

MIRI: I forget the context of that??

CANDICE: I need to KNOW who raised Kat because we are missing a few facets.

Gah- so many things! Umm, i think it was your justification of Kat and Adena not ending up together post-finale.

MIRI: She is a bit of a mystery

Oooohhhh gothca

or gotcha

one of those

I meant that they had only been on like one date and maybe two partial dates

Which is not a relationship. It’s a good start! But it’s not solid

CANDICE: It's hard to get ones bearings on their relationship, with so many other storylines to address.

MIRI: I know they’ve been talking a ton, but they still only partially know each other

KRIS: I was never entirely sure how much we were supposed to assume they were in touch via text/social media

MIRI: Right!

CANDICE: Yeah! And, Kat's curiosity of Adena and lifestyle is lovely, and we're getting lots of support from Sutton and Jane

But we've yet to explore Kat alone with this. Well, other than her semi-topless photo to Adena.

MIRI: I’m honestly still in such a state of delight about how they handled Kat’s coming out arc

K: The physicality in all of these performances is so great

hahahah true

I just love that she got to be unsure without being self loathing

CANDICE: Absolutely.

She already seemed quite positive, both about her self and sex.

MIRI: I would love for them to say the word bisexual at some point

CANDICE: PLEASE?

Yes, please.

MIRI: All the fingers crossed for season 2

CANDICE: I love Adena. I want her in Kat's life. But they've now gone through two dramatic goodbyes, and I just need some of dat good domestic cuteness.

MIRI: YES

CANDICE: Their scenes together in the airport will suffice for now.

MIRI: Kat needs to have her ‘find myself’ adventure, and then get them both in NY for a while for some cute dates and shit

OMG that whole sequence was lovely

CANDICE: But then we gotta get back to whatever the hell Sutton and Jane are doing.

I feel kind of a lot of stress coming their way? Yay, Season 2?

We're gonna have hella conflict and difficulties.

MIRI: Hahahah well you gotta have stakes!

What would you guys like to see in a second season?

KRIS: I’m actually not sure if I want this or not, but I’m curious about the possibility of Jacqueline as a POV character

CANDICE: Hmm?

MIRI: Ooooh

KRIS: I maybe phrased that poorly; I haven’t seen anyone suggesting it, just started thinking about it while we were talking about her before

MIRI: I’m fascinated by the idea of that

CANDICE: I'm wondering more what you mean by POV character.

Am totally lost.

KRIS: That she’d have like a B-story of her own or something, where she’s in scenes without any of the other series regs

CANDICE: Oh!

KRIS: I guess there have been scenes between Jacqueline and Richard

CANDICE: I am pro-that

Out of necessity, really, though.

KRIS: Yeah

CANDICE: I wonder if there's a world where Sutton and Richard are "together" publicly at Steinem

KRIS: I kind of want to see more interaction with other publications? That’s super nerdy

MIRI: I mean, we’re all nerds here

CANDICE: How does that affect the way they're treated? Oliver? Alex? Etc?

MIRI: Yeah, that would be a lot of shakeup

CANDICE: I agree! Oooh, a scene with Scarlet and Incite.

MIRI: Yes! I want to see that!

CANDICE: Perhaps NOT making it an editor vs editor "thing".

MIRI: When Teen Vogue first started getting a lot of public praise for being so “woke” they very deliberately pointed to similar reporting in Marie Claire and others

I’d like to see something with that kind of camaraderie

KRIS: Yeah, I like to think it’s more likely we’d see stories about journalistic solidarity, especially since they’ve gone ahead and explicitly made Trump part of the world

CANDICE: Totally!

MIRI: While we’re on the subject of woke-ness, I’d also like to see a better/wider discussion of race in season 2

CANDICE: Could even have a line with Kat, should she be outside the US, getting reactions to our country.

MIRI: Ooh, yes to that!!

CANDICE: How every USA-centric of me, alas.

KRIS: But I could totally see that

CANDICE: Agreed, Miri. We've talked about this before - Kat's arrest...

MIRI: Yes, exactly--we talked about it last week but I think it bears repeating here

CANDICE: Not everyone's story should be one of prejudice and persecution...

MIRI: That’s very true

CANDICE: But there was a naive quality about Kat in that moment that felt...honestly untrue to Kat, in addition to what I expected to see from the writers.

KRIS: TOTALLY agree

CANDICE: I can't really sit here and demand a specific experience - because I can never fully relate, but something felt off and overlooked.

MIRI: Kat’s blackness is basically never a part of her characterization, even when stories specifically feature racism or microagressions (I believe our friend Jess pointed that out to me)

KRIS: I got what they were going for with having Adena lay out how big a deal the deportation risk was, but still

CANDICE: She has very well-off parents, and my god what a world for her to apparently have not had to deal with much...

MIRI: I also think there’s an interesting facet of privilege to be examined--Kat is a WOC, but also a wealthy, attractive one. Looking at how that has that changed her experience compared to other black women would be interesting

But a) they don’t seem to be doing that

CANDICE: However, her own experience seems "missing" rather than "minimal"

MIRI: and b) exactly what you just said

CANDICE: Yep

KRIS: Right, and on some level I also get the appeal of, I guess, “aspirational” world-building, which is generally my own preference in writing, but hard to juggle with the real-world-ness of this show

CANDICE: YEP

Yes, Kris!

MIRI: Yeah, they can’t discuss these very concepts as central themes of episodes and also never address them for one of the main characters

KRIS: (Tangential: Is this the sort of show that would have, say, Lauren Duca show up as a guest star, or would that break it in a weird way?)

MIRI: (I could totally see them doing that)

CANDICE: You can only give the excuse of -having little script real estate to work with- for so long....

It's a possibility!

Depends a little on what the showrunner/Freeform wants to say?

MIRI: I wonder if they didn’t write Kat to be black--they may have kept her ethnicity (or all three!) open and not written in any particular direction, whereas Adena was very very specifically written as a lesbian Muslim

KRIS: Yeah, that seems like a safe guess

CANDICE: Hmm... maybe in the pilot, at least.

KRIS: So I know this is not an original observation, but I do think it’s kind of funny and kind of great that the biggest suspension-of-disbelief thing the show asks of us is to accept that everyone is Emotionally Mature and conflict-averse, at least most of the time

CANDICE: I could easily hear Kat pitched as she is, too.

MIRI: And they definitely have Things to Say and write (quite well) to those things, but I think we can agree that that kind of consideration isn’t present in all of Kat’s stories. It feels like a lack of realization that those moments would be omnipresent, not just in big Story Moments

KRIS: Right, feels like an all-white-writers-room situation

(although I haven’t looked up their staff makeup!)

CANDICE: Iiiiii don't believe Kat is emotionally mature.

MIRI: I think from photos I’ve seen it’s not all white, but pretty white

No, she is not

CANDICE: Nor Sutton, in some situations.

MIRI: She is making some progress, but she is not

Also, they are all 3 damn stubborn in their own ways

(which I quite like)

KRIS: I guess I mean on the baseline of how “catfights” are never a thing, and how the storytelling isn’t driven by characters being unbelievably stupid

CANDICE: Truly! Stubbornness is grand for drama.

Oh, yes, Kris, indeed!

MIRI: Oh, Kris I totally missed the original Emotionally Mature message

KRIS: And even Richard and Alex didn’t get saddled with the worst takes on Jealous Lover tropes

MIRI: whoops!

CANDICE: Our trifecta will reason with each other, but their decisions are their own.

MIRI: Yes, I really like that people don’t immediately jump to the worst possible conclusion

CANDICE: Thankfully so!

$11,000 plane ticket? "You do you"

MIRI: They’re willing to hear each other and forgive, which is honestly rare in tv

CANDICE: Moving onto Incite? "You do you"

KRIS: My god that plane ticket

MIRI: Yeah, I don’t know if I can endorse the plane ticket

CANDICE: Was she flying first class to Narnia???

KRIS: HA

MIRI: hahahahahahah

CANDICE: Questionable decisions a la Edmund and the Turkish Delight

ANYWAY

MIRI: 😂

KRIS: A+

CANDICE: I guess Sutton's "You Do You" moment would be making the leap over to fashion

MIRI: Oh, I loved the “we’re your support safety net” of it all so much

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CANDICE: Or deciding to break it off with Richard

KRIS: Yeah, contrasted with Richard’s “are you sure you don’t want to do finance?” (or whatever it was)

K: Marketing? That sounds closer to being right.

CANDICE: Fhaihjeisosncyensx

Dammit I GET where he's coming from, but - Sutton would regret not exploring that avenue at the age/place she's currently at

Again, I'm projecting.

MIRI: Yeah, I think he was very well intentioned but she made the right choice

KRIS: Oh I totally get that, Sutton’s story in the first act or so of the season was Too Real for me

CANDICE: It just felt like that parental type of "this is more secure, you're qualified for this, too, and it's safer" vibe coming from his insistence.

MIRI: (We have all 3 moved out to LA to pursue TV writing, so we’re generally in favor of big leaps, readers. We’re also in favor of crying into wine bottles sometimes.)

K: Or staring glumly into whisky tumblers

CANDICE: That's what it boils down to, Kris. We are hella relating to this show.

MIRI: YUP

KRIS: Not that “philosophy PhD” has anywhere near the job stability of finance, but film school was my version of the Sutton leap

CANDICE: I'm the first person in my family to move 24 hours away and pursue a career like this.

I am lovingly encouraged every month to do the things Jane and Sutton moved away from.

MIRI: I could have done a fully funded PhD program in English lit and stayed on the east coast. We have all made questionable choices, but we would have regretted not making them

KRIS: I’m the oldest of the cousins in my family, and of the adults the one who least has their shit together, which I try not to think about

MIRI: I didn’t realize you were the oldest overall. I’m the youngest cousin and everyone is very parental towards me in how they ask about my career and love life and everything

KRIS: We have some fairly young readers, right? That’s right, folks, “humanities PhD” is safe compared to Hollywood, WHEEEEEEEEE

MIRI: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA please insert the Will and Grace “it’s funny cuz it’s true” and “it’s funny cuz it’s sad” gifs here

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KRIS: OK OK sorry I’m derailing us

MIRI: No, it’s semi-on topic!

KRIS: bathtubs! closets! Tweetdecks?

I don’t actually know what a Tweetdeck is

CANDICE: Hahaha, y'all are fine- I don't know how to say - my cousins don't really care?

MIRI: Damn, me neither. I just assumed you would know

Candice, we’ll care in their stead

CANDICE: Or at least, don't let on? They're either married with 2+ kids or teenagers making...um, decisions....

Yeah, we'll go with Decisions, bless their hearts.

MIRI: I have googled “what is a tweetdeck”

CANDICE: Thanks!

I only have heard Tweetdeck from Earpers

MIRI: “TweetDeck is a social media dashboard application for management of Twitter accounts. ... Like other Twitter applications it interfaces with the Twitter API to allow users to send and receive tweets and view profiles.”

KRIS: *nods as if he understands*

Jessica King would be disappointed in me

MIRI: It was a separate app and has now been absorbed by twitter, apparently

CANDICE: Ahh, a mission control kind of situation, it seems

KRIS: oh my god

wait

MIRI: Oh noooo If she’s disappointed in you I can’t imagine what she thinks of me. This hurts

What?

KRIS: does Jacqueline remind me of Jessica King?

MIRI: HAHAHA

YES

CANDICE: All on one page, you can view a live stream of tweets, tweet on your own, and also open new frames to reply?

MIRI: Ohhh, Candice that makes sense

CANDICE: Iiiiinteresting.

MIRI: Kris: She totally does. The strength and the mysterious wisdom

CANDICE: I didn't get enough J King in my life

She just had to sit through my nightmare of a thesis.

MIRI: No such thing as enough Jessica King in anyone’s life

CANDICE: Lol :D a few bits of myself I wish I had fleshed out before having her as a prof/mentor.

MIRI: Are you calling the situation a nightmare (which i know it was) or the script (which I’m sure it wasn’t)

CANDICE: Mainly the situation.

MIRI: Good, I don’t have to bully you into saying nicer things about yourself then

CANDICE: The script made it out safe, despite being in a metaphorical full body cast around... January 2015

Har har

MIRI: WAIT sidebar how long has twitter been around for???

KRIS: I don’t think I’ve ever had a formal mentor-mentee relationship with anyone (which either explains why I like them so much in pop culture or makes it weird that I do) but JK was as close as it got

CANDICE: 2006?

MIRI: TweetDeck has been around since 2008! That is so long ago for a technology!

Kris that definitely explains it

CANDICE: Formal is always kinda... I don't know if I've had a formal one either... you really just are all of a sudden under someone's wing.

MIRI: Or at least makes sense with it

CANDICE: But I get wanting to see it fulfilled in media, too, ab-so-lutely.

KRIS: I feel like I sort of forced myself under Jessica’s

CANDICE: That works, too :)

MIRI: Kris, you were her favorite and everyone but you knows it

KRIS: Part of me understands why people would think this but a bigger, less rational part of me refuses to accept that this is possible

CANDICE: 💥

MIRI: Well you know which part is the less rational part so there’s nothing more I can say there

CANDICE: 🔥🚶🏻‍♀️

MIRI: Ok, do we have anything else to say about The Bold Type?

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CANDICE: I love it. Please renew it, Freeform!!!!!!!!!!!

MIRI: ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Accurate

KRIS: ANYWAY I’m normally BOO NEEDLE DROPS Guy and Allison thought it was too much in the gazebo scene, but possibly because I recognized it as “Quiet” aka the Women’s March anthem (and I don’t know that she didn’t, but I feel like she would’ve made a note of it in her review), it worked for me, and I wonder if there’s a correlation between recognizing it and liking its use (assuming other people have Opinions about needle drops in the first place)

CANDICE: First non-genre show in forever I've been in love with.

MIRI: I LOVED that needle drop

Also, really love that studio version of the song

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KRIS: I would like to outsource my reactions to possibly all things to Sutton’s face

CANDICE: I love a good needle drop.

MIRI: Kris, now I want to make a study of your reactions to needle drops that you know

CANDICE: #musicnerd

KRIS: I love a GOOD needle drop but I feel like they’re way overused

MIRI: Ok, that’s fair

I love the Bold Type soundtrack in general

CANDICE: Hahahaha, when Sutton dropped for that moment while schwasted in the tub, I died.

MIRI: I’ve listened to it on repeat on Spotify since I started watching the show

CANDICE: I wanna hang out with the music supervisors for The Bold Type and Wynonna Earp so bad.

MIRI: I want to go to a party they co-DJ

KRIS: Yeah, Wynonna’s smart about them too

CANDICE:

It was just. perfect.

MIRI: My god that is such good face acting

CANDICE: I'm still cackling at it.

MIRI: I really do love that they leave room for little moments like that

KRIS: I want to see the outtakes

MIRI: That’s such a stupid little friend moment

CANDICE: Oh, they'd be a RIOT

It IS

MIRI: And that’s what makes it feel lived in and wonderful

And YES to seeing those bloopers

KRIS: I’ve mostly stopped buying DVD sets but I would consider it here just for a good long outtake reel

CANDICE: Oh, Lived In

That's the phrase or idea I've been searching for- you said it!

Definitely.

MIRI: 😎

KRIS: It definitely is riiiiight there on the line between naturalistic and hypernaturalistic, in the best way

CANDICE: I mean - I want my own shows to feel alive, so having this feeling about TBT amongst relating and loving the cast is just icing on the cake.

That sums up my feelings!

KRIS: #RenewTheBoldType

MIRI: That’s really all there is to say

KRIS: Candice thanks SO much for joining us!

MIRI: Seriously!!!

❤️ Much appreciated!!! And if you have interest in doing it again we’d love to have you back

CANDICE: Thank you both for having me!!

It's been a pleasure! I love reading!

For sure.

MIRI: Ooh make Kris watch Pure Country! Let’s do that

CANDICE: HAAA a'ight

MIRI: Awww, thanks, babe! We’re glad you like it 😊

CANDICE: 😘👌🏻

MIRI: Alright, I’m going to get ready for bed because I kind of forgot that I have to be in the office again tomorrow morning

CANDICE: Night night! I'm about 13 minutes away from bed, myself

MIRI: Also last night I fell asleep with a sheet mask on my face and got super confused when I remembered that fact (5-10 minutes after I woke up) and couldn’t find it, so I think I have some sleep to catch up on or something

KRIS: *British Lady Narrator Voice* Getting a good night’s sleep is important for the bold type

While you wait for season 2, you can follow us on Twitter, where you can also bombard Freeform with the #RenewTheBoldType hashtag! Also, please note that Miri is obsessed with the British Narrator Lady and deeply regrets not remembering to bring it up during our discussion.

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lost and found family (mcu au genfic)

The cab driver took a look at Darcy’s face in the mirror and twisted around to face her. “You okay, kid?” he asked.

He had that grizzled, unshaven and slightly greasy look that made it nearly impossible to place an exact age. That aside, it was probably a safe bet to assume he was at least a decade older than her, so she let the ‘kid’ thing slide. “I’m fine,” she said, entirely unconvincingly. “Just come back from a vacation.”

“Ah,” he nodded sagely. “Need any help with your bags?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” Darcy sighed, staring up at Stark Tower. “Can I have a second?”

His eyes slid sideways towards the meter, still running. “Sure.”

She rolled her eyes. “Nevermind. Drive safe,” she instructed, shoving a twenty in the slot. It took a few seconds to wrestle her backpack and carry-on out of the cab, and it took some fancy footwork to keep from tumbling the tourists and rubber-neckers to the ground when she finally tugged it all free.

She headed towards the live-in lobby, reserved for Stark and Avengers employees that called the Tower and its adjacent buildings ‘home.’ The cool wash of the scanner reading her bags and - according to some nifty new enchantment enhancements from Strange - her intent made her shiver and curl further into her sweater.

Home sweet home.

Jane’s was the first familiar face she found, in the hallway leading towards their corner of the Tower. “You okay, Dee?”

“I’m fine,” Darcy said. This time she managed to muster up a small smile. “Just need to get back into the groove, you know? Vacations always throw me off for a few days.”

The physicist slipped her arms around her and squeezed. “Come over tonight,” she asked/ordered. “I’ll make pancakes and Thor brought home some of that weird sausage stuff you like.”

“Tempting,” Darcy admitted. “I think I need some ‘me’ time, though. There’s some stuff in my suite that I should take care of.”

Jane nodded. “It’s an open offer, come over whenever.” She grabbed up the carry-on without prompting and walked Darcy the rest of the way to her door. “JARVIS locked up for you, nobody’s been in, not even the cleaning crew.”

“Thanks. And thank you, JARVIS.”

“Of course, Ms. Lewis,” the AI said.

“So, I’ll see you later?” Jane asked, clutching the carry-on to her chest as she watched Darcy unlock and open her door.

"Later,” she agreed. “And Jane?” she couldn’t look the other woman in the eye.

“Yes?”

“Thank you.” For being so understanding. For not pushing. For being here.

The smile that lit up her face was as brilliant as her stars. “You’re welcome.”

Darcy’s suite was exactly as she’d left it.

Exactly.

She took a tremulous breath, then fixed her eyes on the doorway to her bedroom and did not deviate. She had to step carefully, but she did not look down, not even when her carry-on caught on something on the floor. She merely lifted it above the debris and continued until she could drop her things by the side of her bed and faceplant onto the duvet.

“Darcy, I must inform you that there were several attempts at entry during your trip,” JARVIS said quietly.

She rolled over onto her back. “The usual suspects?”

“Yes. As well as Mr. Barton and Rogers.”

“Huh. Let me know if anyone tries again but... I’m not accepting visitors right now. I need some time to myself.”

“Understood, Darcy.”

She stared at the ceiling for a few more minutes, then sighed and stood. She should unpack and clean up her room, that was the responsible, adult thing to do right now. It had nothing to do with wanting to avoid the rest of her apartment, no sirreebob. Nothing at all.

Darcy couldn’t even lie convincingly in her own head, to herself.

“This is gonna suck,” she muttered, once all her clothes had been sorted to the appropriate piles and drawers and her bed had been remade.

Out of excuses, she turned to the doorway. From her place by the bed she could see the back wheels of a toy firetruck lying in the hallway. She walked towards it, lifted it, and took a few deep breaths as she turned it over and over in her hands. There was a petite ballerina doll shoved into the driver’s seat of the truck, clearly not part of the original set.

Darcy stuffed the truck under her arm and headed to the kitchen. Time to sort and say goodbye, for good this time.

An hour later, she had two garbage bags full of donation materials. One full of clothing sized appropriately for 5-8 year olds and the other full of toys. There were a few toys she’d kept out, little things for the most part that were missing pieces from aggressive play. There were two stuffed animals sitting on top of one of the bags and, try though she might to convince herself otherwise, Darcy felt like their beady black eyes were staring at her.

The tiger in the train conductor outfit had tipped over sideways and was half sprawled over the sloth in the sailor uniform. The pose was so reminiscent of their respective owners that Darcy felt her chest seize up, breath coming faster and faster until she dropped to her knees. The only sound in the apartment was her choked, heaving sobs and wet sniffles.

“Darcy...”

“Yeah, J?” she asked, sitting up and hastily wiping her face with the ends of her sleeves. “What’s up?”

“Mr. Barton is at the door.”

“Tell him - tell him to wait a second, I’ve got something for Nat - .” She scrambled to her feet and grabbed the sloth, scrubbing at her face with her free hand. Darcy sniffed a few times and pasted on a bright smile. “Be cool, D. Be cool.” She opened the door, took one look at the marksman, and - “Nope,” she said, shaking her head at the sight of Clint Barton holding a tea set. “Not doing this right now.”

“Darcy - “

“No. Just... here,” she shoved the sloth at him until he shifted the tea service to one hand so he could take the toy. “I can’t, okay? I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen or - or go back to how it was, like you can, like Steve can. It wasn’t - that won’t work for me. I didn’t really know Natasha or Bucky, I knew Natty and Jimmy and they’re...” She took a deep breath and smiled. “They’re all grown up, they don’t need me anymore, and that’s totally fine, okay? That’s how it should be. But I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

Clint shook his head, “Darcy, no, I don’t want to pretend either! I just...” He shrugged, and it was awkward and borderline comical with his hands full of tea and sloth, but the look on his face made fresh tears prickle against the backs of her eyes. “I don’t want to lose what we had,” he murmured.

“I can’t look at you without seeing her,” Darcy said thickly. “And that’s not fair, not to any of us, so I think - I think you’d better go, for now. I need time.”

“I can give you time,” he said after a moment. “I can be patient... but Darcy, I’m not the only one waiting on you.”

#amuse writes stuff #darcy lewis #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #mcu fanfiction #de-aging au #aftermath of de-aging #darcy & natasha #darcy & bucky #bucky and natasha were de-aged by the villain of the week and darcy ended up their primary caretaker #little jimmy remembered steve #little natty still kind of trusted clint #so there was a sort of co-parenting thing happening #but darcy was essentially the housespouse while clint and steve continued heroing #no shenanigans were got up to #but they formed a kind of family unit #and then bucky and natasha were restored to their normal ages #and darcy went on vacation for a week to mourn and try to deal because her found family cracked right down the middle

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gokinjeespot · 7 years

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off the rack #1156

Monday, March 20, 2017

It's the first day of spring but you would still think it's the dead of winter here in Ottawa. I hear it snowed in Vancouver recently too. I don't consider spring starting until I can't see anymore snow on the ground around our neighbourhood. I figure that will be the middle of April this year. I've already seen a robin at our house though. We put up a bird feeder last fall and it attracts many birds. Mostly house sparrows but we see finches, juncos, nuthatches, chickadee-dee-dees and our favourites the cardinals and woodpeckers. The male cardinals are bright red-orange and the females are a mocha coffee colour. We have had downy, hairy and pileated woodpeckers come and feed. Watching the birds outside our window is like watching fish swim around an aquarium. Very calming. Until the undesirables show up. Starlings and squirrels snark up a lot of feed and scare away the little birdies. The squirrels have gotten so brazen now that I have to go outside to shoo them off the feeder. I used to be able to do that just by banging on the window. Stupid squirrels.

We lost one of the greatest comic book artists on March 18 when Bernie Wrightson succumbed to cancer and passed away. I have always been a bigger fan of the art side of our hobby and Bernie's art gave me goosebumps. His pen and ink work was stunning. Rest in peace Mr. Wrightson.

Punisher #10 - Becky Cloonan (writer) Matt Horak (art) Frank Martin with Guru-eFX (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I'm disappointed in Matt. This whole issue takes place at a sea port in Newfoundland and he didn't put one Canadian flag in any of the panels. Even a little one would have been nice. It looks like another dire situation for Frank but the bad guys screwed themselves. You'll see the obvious giveaway, but maybe I'm wrong.

Uncanny Avengers #21 - Gerry Duggan (writer) Kevin Libranda (art) Dono Sanchez Almara with Protobunker (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). If there's a fill-in artist who makes me just as happy to read this book as when regular artist Pepe Larraz draws it, then it's Kevin Libranda. I liked how Deadpool found a way to defeat the Red Skull's Professor X powers. I wonder if they're going to bring back old Charles.

Batman #19 - Tom King (writer) David Finch (pencils) Danny Miki, Trevor Scott & Sandra Hope (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). The art in this issue is pretty awesome. Part 4 of "I Am Bane" has the big bad guy wading through Batman's rogues gallery one by one. Almost every Bat villain you can think of get's his licks in. odd that there are no women. I was also bothered by the fact that they're all loose inside Arkham asylum. How are they going to be get back in custody? The last page leads into the inevitable final battle between Bane and Batman and I want to see who wins. Like I couldn't guess.

American Gods #1 - Neil Gaiman (writer) P. Craig Russell (script & layouts) Scott Hampton (art) Rick Parker (letters). I started a list of books I want to read after the Snail closed because I found myself with a lot of extra time. American Gods by Neil Gaiman is on that list. I've been told what the premise of the book is so I had a bit of background going into reading this first issue of the comic book adaptation. Reading the comic book is going to enhance my reading of the novel when I get around to it because I will visualize Scott's depictions of the characters in my head and they are very nice ones. The back-up story "Somewhere in America" by P. Craig Russell (script & art) and Lovern Kindzierski (colours) was a hot piece of erotica about unsafe sex. This gets added to my "must read" list.

Totally Awesome Hulk #17 - Greg Pak (writer) Mahmud Asrar (art) Nolan Woodard (colours) Cory Petit (letters). This hasn't been a solo book for the last few issues with Amadeus hanging out with his friends but I am still enjoying it. This issue is a good place to start as the team has to figure out a way to save themselves and some civilians from being eaten by aliens. You could call these guys the Asian Avengers because what happens in this issue gives them something to avenge. If you jump on here you won't want to jump off until you read the next issue.

Batwoman #1 - Marguerite Bennett & James Tynion IV (writers) Steve Epting (art) Jeromy Cox (colours) Deron Bennett (letters). Kate chases after a mystery woman from her past after dealing with a terrorist in Istanbul. I like how she's teamed up with Julia Pennyworth.

Kill or be Killed #7 - Ed Brubaker (writer) Sean Phillips (art) Elizabeth Breitweiser (colours). This issue features Dylan's ex-girlfriend Kira, now with purple hair instead of red. I'm glad she's still hanging around because boy does she have problems. We start off during a session with her therapist and get a lot of background. I love this kind of stuff because it makes the characters more engaging. Kira might need an emergency session after she decides to do something stupid at Dylan's place.

Monsters Unleashed #5 - Cullen Bunn (writer) Adam Kubert (art) David Curiel & Michael Garland (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). Okay, Kid Kaiju comes through to save the world from the Leviathon Mother, showing up all the Marvel super heroes. I guess that's why he's getting his own book. Look for it to hit the racks on April 19. Unless it's drawn by an artist that I really like I will take a pass. The Kid's creations are more suited to fans of action figures or Saturday morning cartoons than an old coot like me.

Super Sons #2 - Peter J. Tomasi (writer) Jorge Jimenez (art) Alejandro Sanchez (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). This is great. I don't know why but I love really well written comics about young super heroes like this and Champions. Maybe it's because I can't let go of being a kid. Damian and Jonathan have to deal with Super Lex in order to get a lead on Kid Amazo, the very bad boy they're after. Everything doesn't go smoothly and then, uh-oh, their dads find out about what they're doing. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Wild Storm #2 - Warren Ellis (writer) John Davis-Hunt (art) Steve Buccellato (colours) Simon Bowland (letters). This 24 issue series is very ambitious and there are a lot of players involved. If I was a new reader I would be wondering who are these people? Some people work for International Operations (IO) and some people work for Halo. The two organisations don't like each other and they're both after Angela Spica, the Engineer. I hope that helps with getting into this story. One of my favourite things from the old series was the Door which could transport people to different places. I think we're introduced to a new Door this issue and she's a lot better looking than Lockjaw.

Ms. Marvel #16 - G. Willow Wilson (writer) Takeshi Miyazawa (art) Ian Herring (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I like this story about a malevolent computer virus and it looks like Kamala can't defeat it. That is until she gets a clue from her old pal Bruno. I can't wait to find out how Doc.x gets deleted.

Superman #19 - Peter J. Tomasi & Patrick Gleason (writers) Patrick Gleason (pencils) Mick Gray (inks) John Kalisz (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). Part 3 of "Superman Reborn" looks like it might resurrect the pre-New 52 Lois and Clark. I hope not. That would confuse me to no end and then I would get annoyed and stop reading these amazing Superman books. Patrick draws the creepiest Mr. Mxyzptlk ever. I wonder if they're going to do the saying the imp's name backwards thing?

Guardians of the Galaxy #18 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Valerio Schiti (art) Richard Isanove (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). I love these issues featuring one team member. Angela's up this time around and it's a beautifully drawn fight scene between her and some alien bounty hunter. The issue ends with a major threat heading for Earth. It starts with Th and rhymes with anus.

Spider-Man #14 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Sara Pichelli (art) Justin Ponsor (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Nothing serious between Miles and Gwen despite what the cover shows. This is one of those issues that annoy Bendis detractors because nothing really happens. The heroes hop from one dimension to another and each wind up in different ones by the end of this issue. I can easily forgive because of Sara's art.

Mighty Thor #17 - Jason Aaron (writer) Russell Dauterman (art) Matthew Wilson (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). The gods of Asgard and the Imperial Guard of the Shi'Ar finally come to blows in part 3 of "The Asgard/Shi'Ar War". Meanwhile Thor can't seem to win much in the challenge of the gads against the Shi'Ar gods Sharra and K'ythri. Mjolnir is sure getting a workout though. This book is not only chock full of action but it's visually stunning as well.

Amazing Spider-Man #25 - Dan Slott (writer) Stuart Immonen (pencils) Wade von Grawbadger (inks) Marte Gracia (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). I wish you didn't have to pay $9.99 US for this one issue starting off "The Osborn Identity" story. That's a bit much for one comic book don't you think? Sure you get a bunch of back-up stories but none of those really matter to the main story. You do get 40 pages of Stuart and Wade goodness though, so why couldn't they have printed just that and charged $4.99 US? As you can probably tell Norman Osborn is back so the Green Goblin can't be far behind. I did like the team-up with Mockingbird with a hint of Peter and Bobbi possibly becoming more than friends. Here are the other stories that pad this issue. A fight with Clash by Christos Gage (writer) Todd Nauck (art) Rachelle Rosenberg (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters) which has the old "it's not what you think" twist at the end. A silly Tsum-Tsum story for the younger readers by Jacob Chabot (writer) Ray-Anthony Height (pencils) Walden Wong (inks) Jim Campbell (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). Thank Thor that was a blessedly short 6 pages. A Parker Industries mishap at their Shanghai facility by James Asmus (writer) Tana Ford (art) Andres Mossa (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). A young Spider-Man story about a boy and his dog by Hannah Blumenreich (writer & pencils) Jordan Gibson (inks) Jordie Bellaire (colours) VC's Clayton Cowles (letters). Some Aunt May gags by Cale Atkinson which were even sillier than the Tsum-Tsum story. And finally to ease the pain of having to buy an overpriced comic book, the return of another Spider-Man nemesis. One thing that "The Clone Conspiracy" did was bring back Otto Octavius, Doc Ock. He now has a youthful body thanks to Miles Warren's cloning process. So meet The Superior Octopus by Dan Slott (writer) Giuseppe Camuncoli (pencils) Cam Smith (inks) Jason Keith (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). He's bad-ass now plus he's got Hydra backing. Here's a prediction: Somewhere in the future Peter and Norman have to team up to fight Otto and Hydra.

Archie #18 - Mark Waid (writer) Pete Woods (art & colours) Jack Morelli (letters). This issue proves that love is blind. Archie and Veronica have nothing in common and should not be together. Betty and Dilton Doiley are more compatible. I wish I was Dilton Doiley.

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For the week of 23 September 2019

Quick Bits:

Action Comics #1015 introduces Naomi to the broader DC Universe as she reaches out to Superman to help understand her powers, from Brian Michael Bendis, Szymon Kudranski, Brad Anderson, and Dave Sharpe. It’s pretty great. There’s a nice amount of humour and optimism here as she stumbles her way through.

| Published by DC Comics

Amazing Spider-Man #30 is a tie-in to Absolute Carnage as Peter tries to keep Normie and Dylan safe from Norman, but also gives us more insight into Kindred. It definitely feels like they’re setting him up to be either Flash or Harry, but that could just be misdirection. Great art from Ryan Ottley, Cliff Rathburn, and Nathan Fairbairn.

| Published by Marvel

Angel #5 is the other prelude to the Hellmouth event and is much more prelude-y than the integral Buffy the Vampire Slayer #8. This is more the continuation of Angel’s gathering the team story, introducing us to this interpretation of Gunn and his history. Gleb Melnikov and Roman Titov do some killer work here.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Bad Reception #2 is even better than the first issue as we get a better look at the characters and the mystery of the murders at the wedding kicks off in earnest. Juan Doe is really doing a great job of building tension here, with scheming and planning going on, making you question who could possibly be the perpetrator here.

| Published by AfterShock

Batgirl #39 complicates things further as Oracle seeks out a way to bring Batgirl down and pockets of violence among otherwise peaceful citizens begins to erupt after Luthor’s offer. Cecil Castellucci, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Jordie Bellaire, and AndWorld Design are delivering a very nice multi-layered story here.

| Published by DC Comics

Batman/Superman #2 gives a fairly epic confrontation with an infected SHAZAM as Batman and Superman learn more of The Batman Who Laughs’ plan. I do find it interesting that this isn’t being branded as a “Year of the Villain” tie-in, but it is largely integral to that, as well as continuing the thread from Metal. Gorgeous artwork from David Marquez and Alejandro Sanchez, really leaning in to the epic scope of a Superman vs. SHAZAM battle.

| Published by DC Comics

Bettie Page Unbound #4 concludes Bettie’s multiversal adventure with a trip to Neverland. David Avallone, Julius Ohta, Ellie Wright, Sheelagh D, and Taylor Esposito have delivered an interesting trip through Dynamite’s various properties, so it’s kind of weird to end on Peter Pan, but it’s still good.

| Published by Dynamite

Black Panther #16 sees Daniel Acuña outdo himself with the artwork. This issue is beautiful as T’Challa resumes the reins of governing Wakanda and we get a showcase of Storm vs. some remnants of the Emperor’s regime.

| Published by Marvel

Black Science #43 is the end. In many ways, these two parallel worlds of a rebellious Grant and a submissive Grant live up to the spirit of the entire series in microcosm, showing us what happens through both inaction and action, and how many terrible choices Grant ultimately makes regardless of where he ends up. Rick Remender, Matteo Scalera, Moreno Dinisio, and Rus Wooton have given us an incredible story here.

| Published by Image / Giant Generator

Bloodshot #1 is an action-packed debut from Tim Seeley, Brett Booth, Adelso Corona, Andrew Dalhouse, and Dave Sharpe. It’s basically Bloodshot against a paramilitary group, with some seeds of that same paramilitary group meeting with the G7 leaders to sanction hunting and killing Bloodshot.

| Published by Valiant

Bronze Age Boogie #6 concludes this series from Stuart Moore, Alberto Ponticelli, Giulia Brusco, and Rob Steen. It’s been fun, reminiscent of some of the weirdness of Doom Patrol, but definitely not a knock-off. Very happy to find out there’s another special coming.

| Published by Ahoy

Criminal #8 turns the spotlight on Jane for part four of “Cruel Summer” from Ed Brubaker, Sean Phillips, and Jacob Phillips. It’s interesting as to how more complex and complicated this arc keeps getting as more layers are revealed through each character, including the set up here for what possibly is going to bring all the plans down.

| Published by Image

Deadly Class #40 kicks off “Bone Machine” as Saya and Maria get a reunion and Helmut tries to get revenge for Petra. In the latter, we find out that Petra’s people are pretty much nuts. Great art from Wes Craig and Jordan Boyd.

| Published by Image / Giant Generator

Detective Comics #1012 goes full bore on Freeze’s mad science experiments for reanimating dead tissue, as he has his teams kidnap women with similar characteristics as his wife. Peter J. Tomasi, Doug Mahnke, Jaime Mendoza, David Baron, and Rob Leigh are certainly making this feel unnerving.

| Published by DC Comics

Doctor Mirage #2 is more wondrous storytelling from Magdalene Visaggio, Nick Robles, Jordie Bellaire, and Dave Sharpe. The art is phenomenal, bringing together some weird surrealism and detailed ancient spaces, and its interesting to see the selfishness driving Shan.

| Published by Valiant

Ether: The Disappearance of Violet Bell #1 begins the third volume in this series from Matt Kindt, David Rubín, and Kike J. Diaz. It’s pretty bleak. Despite being brought to life through the gorgeous artwork of Rubín and Diaz, everything has more or less gone to crap in Boone’s life. His friends and family are either dead or hate him and now Ether itself is being corrupted. Add to that a mystery, and you’ve got a compelling start here.

| Published by Dark Horse

Harleen #1 is really damn good. I’m not one to like romanticizing the relationship between Harley Quinn and the Joker, but damn if Stjepan Šejić and Gabriela Downie don’t manage to make this a beautiful and compelling story of an intelligent woman’s descent into madness.

| Published by DC Comics / Black Label

Justice League Dark #15 continues to be one of the best things currently being published by DC, going deep into the dark side’s history and continuity and coming back up with some fascinating character developments and changes into something new. James Tynion IV, Alvaro Martínez Bueno, Raul Fernandez, Brad Anderson, and Rob Leigh are working magic here. It should also be interesting to see what kind of nightmare Man-Bat has turned himself into now.

| Published by DC Comics

Mall #2 deepens the mystery of why and how Andre was framed, while gang warfare threatens to fully erupt. I really quite like the world-building that Michael Moreci, Gary Dauberman, Zak Hartong, Addison Duke, and Jim Campbell are doing here and love the artwork.

| Published by Vault

Manor Black #3 gives us most of the answers as to what’s going on in this penultimate chapter from Cullen Bunn, Brian Hurtt, and Tyler Crook. The designs for the wild magicians are really neat.

| Published by Dark Horse

The Plot #1 is a great start to this old-school horror from Tim Daniel, Michael Moreci, Joshua Hixson, Jordan Boyd, and Jim Campbell. There’s a mix of family secrets, dark horror in the past, and monsters ready to bury them all. The art from Hixson and Boyd is incredible.

| Published by Vault

Relics of Youth #1 is an intriguing start from Matt Nicholas, Chad Rebmann, Skylar Patridge, Vladimir Popov, and AndWorld Design. This first issue sets up an interesting mystery of six kids with matching tattoos, each having weird visions of an island. As they set out to try to find whatever it is, they find that there’s so much more going on.

| Published by Vault

Resonant #3 sees everything get worse. As their dad is still away, captured for use in what looks like a labour gang, Bec and Ty see their relationship crumble, torn apart over waiting for him and not knowing what to do. David Andry, Alejandro Aragon, Jason Wordie, and Deron Bennett continue to make this one of the most unique post-apocalypse tales out there, with a very interesting focus on the characters.

| Published by Vault

SFSX #1 is another refugee from Vertigo being shuttered, presenting a world where a puritanical Party has taken control and is enacting strict “purity” laws in regards to sex and conduct. Tina Horn, Michael Dowling, and Steve Wands create a fairly interesting world here, with some hints that everything might not be what it seems with the Party.

| Published by Image

Strikeforce #1 is an interesting debut from Tini Howard, Germán Peralta, Jordie Bellaire, and Joe Sabino. It’s a very weird team, brought together through being framed by a race of shapeshifters left after the War of the Realms.

| Published by Marvel

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #98 steps closer to the end of “City at War” as the turtles regroup and everything changes with Stockman winning the election. It’s amazing as to how quickly things have changes this arc, it makes you wonder how much is going to stick around as a new status quo after #100.

| Published by IDW

Thanos #6 concludes the series from Tini Howard, Ariel Olivetti, Antonio Fabela, and Joe Caramagna. It’s interesting how this ties into the broader arc of what’s also going on in the current Guardians of the Galaxy series, with Gamora and Magus.

| Published by Marvel

Tommy Gun Wizards #2 continues this excellent series from Christian Ward, Sami Kavelä, Dee Cunniffe, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou. The blend of magic with Prohibition era crime is a wonderful mix.

| Published by Dark Horse

The White Trees #2 concludes this wonderful mini from Chip Zdarsky, Kris Anka, Matt Wilson, and Aditya Bidikar. The feeling of old friends turned to resentment continues here in very interesting ways and we get a twist in the tale that really changes things.

| Published by Image

Wonder Woman #79 continues “Loveless” as the world continues to fall apart after the death of Aphrodite and Luthor’s doom spreads. Really nice to see art here from Scot Eaton.

| Published by DC Comics

Other Highlights: Absolute Carnage: Miles Morales #2, Avengers #24, Avengers: Loki Unleashed #1, Batman: Nightwalker, Books of Magic #12, Captain America #14, The Crow / Hack/Slash #3, Dial H for HERO #7, Evolution #18, Faithless #6, Fearless #3, Fight Club 3 #9, The Flash #79, Freedom Fighters #9, From Hell: Master Edition #7, Ghost Spider #2, Immortal Hulk: Director’s Cut #4, Invader Zim #47, Jim Henson’s The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance #1, Jughead’s Time Police #4, Knights Temporal #3, Lumberjanes #66, Marvel Comics Presents #9, Marvel Team-Up #6, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #43, New Mutants: War Children #1, Powers of X #5, Punisher Kill Krew #3, Queen of Bad Dreams #4, Ragnarok: The Breaking of Helheim #2, Rick & Morty #54. The Ride: Burning Desire #4, RWBY #3, Secret Spiral of Swamp Kid, Sera & The Royal Stars #3, Star Trek: Discovery - Aftermath #2, Star Wars: Age of Resistance - Kylo Ren #1, Star Wars: Jedi Fallen Order - Dark Temple #2, Star Wars: Target Vader #3, Star Wars Adventures #26, Superior Spider-Man #11, Warlord of Mars Attacks #4, Wolverine Annual #1

Recommended Collections: Angel - Volume 1, Captain America - Volume 2: Captain of Nothing, Cyber Force: Awakening - Volume 4, Deathstroke: Arkham, Ghostbusters: 35th Anniversary Collection, The Goon - Volume 1: Ragged Return to Lonely Street, Kaijumax - Volume 4: Season Four - Scaly is the New Black, Mae - Volume 2, Monstress - Volume 4, Paper Girls - Volume 6, Secret Warps, TMNT - Volume 22: City at War Pt. 1