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Important information. SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE. UPDATING AS I WATCH THE MOVIE ALONG BEAR WITH ME. The film they watched at the hotel is You've Got Mail, this is Sam and Rebecca's story. When they messaged each other not knowing who the other person was. Ted said Sleepless in Seattle was far superior. This is the one where airports play a significant part and it's about a man who lost his wife and has a son finding love again with the woman he never knew until the last second would be the one. He first sees her in an airport and is knocked sideways. By all accounts the last of Ted we will see will be in an airport based on previous seasons with first and last shot being a character’s face in the same location.
Also Rebecca mentioning she has a private jet and the thing with airports; SUSP AS HELL.
Keeley assumed the moment Rebecca spent with Dutch Guy was "Magic" This is also a quote from Sleepless in Seattle. Turns out it was Gezellig instead. But this is definitely where we're going. And that'll either be Dutch Guy or Ted. Both fit the man who lost their partner and have a kid formula. Definitely not Sam. But Ted tripped over the Red String of Fate, has the matchbook, loves Kenny Rogers, bakes the biscuits who are home to her, she carries his army man everywhere she goes. She hasn't been struck by lightning yet which to me means it's not Dutch Guy; Ted is leaving which means her world is about to be turned upside down. I keep the faith. i don't care.
AND there's a tear in Meg Ryan's wedding dress and she says oh no it's a sign to which her mum says "You don't believe in signs!" And Rebecca doesn't really believe in signs either! All the signs have been pointing to different people except the obvious one! They're there so she can see something about herself she completely missed.
FUCK MY LIFE. It's about making wishes!! Tom Hanks' son in the film wishes for his father to find a new wife!! His son is worried about his dad!!!
The psychiatrist on the radio is called Dr. Fieldstone FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE. IT WAS RIGHT THERE ALL ALONG.
Sam and Annie speak the same words at the same time in two different places, soulmatism right there!
Annie thought Sam sounded "Nice" on the radio and Ted is one of the "nicest" humans Rebecca has ever met!!
Quote from a guy : "This is fate, she's divorced and you need a new wife." (not talking about Annie here, it's another woman) "What is that thing when everything intersects?" To which Sam replies: "The Bermuda TRIANGLE."
One woman who writes to Sam after he was on the radio lives in OKLAHOMA!
Dr. Fieldstone tells Sam she can tell he is a good dad just like Beard told Ted!!
One woman says on the radio: "Why do you want to be with someone who doesn't love you?" (Michelle, anyone?)
"Sam, tell me what was so special about your wife?" "It was a million tiny little things then when you added them all up it just meant we were supposed to be together. I knew it the very first time I touched her it was like coming home, only to no home I had ever known!"
Annie asking a friend: "But when you met her (his wife), did you believe she was the only person for you? That in some mystical, cosmic way, it was fated?"
Sam's friend about relationships:
"Things are different, now. First, you have to be friends. You have to like each other."
Annie talks to her best friend about the concept of DESTINY.
Annie hires a private detective to run a background check on Sam!! Ted wanted Rebecca to do it with Dr. Jacob!
Wonderful addition by @doctorbeverlycrusher : Rebecca’s mom said a couple times that when she loves something, she loves it forever. The main song from Sleepless in Seattle, When I Fall in Love, starts with the lyric “When I fall in love, it will be forever”.
ANNIE MUNCHES ON SUNFLOWER SEEDS ON THE PLANE.
Sam's son to his dad: "Jessica says you and Annie never got together in that life, and your hearts are like puzzles with parts out of them and when you get together the puzzle's complete. The reason I know this and you don't is that I'm younger and purer so I'm more in touch with cosmic forces."
There's even a mention of Horticulture!
We spotted the word Rainbow in the pub game, the romcommunism episode was called Rainbow. Let me leave you with the quote from Ted again.
"Now, it may not work out how you think it will or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will all work out. Exactly as it's supposed to."
I might be setting myself up for disappointment but the writers are building every step up to the cliff egde, baby!
Thank you for coming to my Ted Lasso Talk
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The Artist and The Hair - Part 4 (complete)
[part 1] [read entire fic on ao3]
Eddie jumps off the stage and moves to the participant to offer assistance.
“I think you two would be perfect together. And I don’t mean like a one-night stand kinda thing. So give him a chance, ok?”
“Have you talked about me a lot? To him?”
“Well, I mean, I haven’t spilled any secrets or anything, but he saw a picture of us on Instagram after I’d mentioned you, and then he would sometimes ask questions. So I think he’s had a crush on you for a little bit, even before meeting you.”
“On Instagram?”
“Yeah, we follow each other.”
“Does he follow me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I didn’t think about that. You should check.”
Steve reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone, swiping it open and pulling up the app.
“What’s his handle?”
“Something about bats, I don’t know. Go to the studio’s account and look at tonight’s post. They usually tag him.”
Steve does just that and then recognizes the profile photo. He clicks on it and opens Eddie’s page.
“So?” She asks.
“Yeah, um, and I follow him.”
“What? How?”
“I liked his art. He followed me, and then I checked out his profile and thought it was cool. He never posts selfies or anything of himself. I didn’t know it was him.”
“Oh my god, do you two like each other’s posts?”
“Yeah, like every time.”
“Jesus Christ, like a fucking rom-com or some shit.”
“I kinda would get happy when I saw his notifications too.”
“WHAT?” She laughs and then ducks down behind her canvas. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I mean, he has these videos of him drawing, and he has kinda sexy hands, and he’s fucking talented, ok. Plus tattoos. I mean, Rob, I’m a weak man.”
“How is this fucking real? You had a crush on him, didn’t you?” She whisper yells at him.
“Yes,” Steve puts his face in his hands. “And he has the cutest dog. Rob, he has a dog. Oh my god. Now I’m weirdly nervous.”
“How do you know he has a dog?”
“He posts like normal stuff in his stories.”
“I better get the first wedding invitation.” She laughs and tilts her head back to look at the ceiling.
“Shut up. Now I’m nervous.”
“Why? Because you just found out the hot guy you’ve been eye fucking all night is also the cute Instagram man you’ve been crushing on? Yeah, that sounds terrible to me.” She rolls her eyes and swishes her brush back and forth in the cup of water. “This actually makes so much sense now.”
“Why? What do you mean?” He turns to her and crouches closer.
“Because sometimes, after we hung out on the weekend, he’d ask me pointed questions about what we got up to. You know I always put shit up on my Instagram stories, so he must’ve seen them. You two are actually so much grosser than I imagined. Ugh, I hate you.” She sighs with a smile and zero animosity.
“Why?”
“Because now I want a girlfriend.”
“What? He’s not my boyfriend, Jesus. Slow down.”
“He’s gonna be, and then I have to deal with what you two have been doing all night, all the time. It was funny until, apparently, I walked into a fucking Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks movie.”
“We may end up hating each other. You don’t know.” He huffs and awkwardly avoids looking up at Eddie.
“I don’t have that kind of luck, dingus.”
“So here we are, the last step of the night. I know it’s a shame, but if you realize you miss me giving you directions later this week, you can always come back. I do love telling people what to do.” The group laughs while Eddie’s eyes fall on Steve before he quickly looks away, turning to his painting.
Eddie walks the class through their last step and then reminds everyone to sign their finished paintings at the bottom corner.
“Don’t forget to drive safe, and come back next month where we’ll paint a saguaro cactus. I promise it’s cooler than it sounds.”
The class disperses, and everyone says their goodbyes. Some people approach Eddie to thank him and give him kudos. A few people are milling around finishing their last drinks when Robin and Steve move over to Eddie, who’s starting to throw cups of paint away.
“I would never say this sober, but you’re not a terrible teacher, Eddie,” Robin smirks at him and then playfully punches his shoulder.
“Oh shit, that’s high praise coming from you, Buckley. I won’t take that for granted.” He slides his hand around her shoulder and pulls her into a tight hug that she pretends to struggle beneath.
“Yeah, yeah. Apparently, you two have a lot to catch up on and divulge. Talk to you tomorrow, dingus. I’m outta here.” She looks between Eddie and Steve, then laughs and shakes her head while walking away.
“What is she talking about?” Eddie asks.
“Um,” Steve puts his hands in his pockets and looks at the floor nervously. “Apparently, you follow me on Instagram, and I have been following you this whole time and didn’t know it.” Steve’s eyes flit up to catch a surprised look on Eddie’s face.
“Oh, uh yeah, sorry if that’s weird.” Eddie nervously steps away from Steve and starts tugging on a stray strand of hair falling from his bun. “I didn’t- like it wasn’t some ploy or- I wasn’t….”
“Eddie, it’s fine.” Steve laughs a little and sees Eddie’s shoulders loosen slightly. “I think it’s kinda cute, actually.”
“Really?” Eddie sighs and nervously pulls his strand of hair over his smile. “Robin would just tell me how great her best friend was, and I mean, I saw her tag you, so I thought, how great could he be, really? No one is that great. It was research.”
Steve bites back a smile and glances around the room, noticing they are alone. He takes a cautious step closer to Eddie but keeps his gaze down.
“What did you find out with this research?”
“Well, um- that you will order a caramel Frappuccino every few weeks and then absolutely bash yourself over it for days. Which is really unhealthy, by the way.”
“I know. That’s why I get so mad at myself. I know they’re unhealthy, but I have no self-control.”
“No, no, not the frap,” Eddie chuckles. “You being hard on yourself. You kinda do it a lot, or at least of what I’ve seen. You should be nicer to yourself, man. I’ve also seen you be kind to some kids you act annoyed by, but I can tell you care about them.”
Steve blushes but takes another step closer.
“What else?”
“You have an awful lot of plants in your apartment.”
“Robin’s always giving me grief about them. I can’t help it when I see a sad little plant on the verge of being thrown away. It just needs a little love.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says softly and catches Steve off guard.
Eddie takes a small step closer to Steve, now only a few feet away.
“What else?”
“You have absolutely terrible bedhead, but you sound really sexy right after you wake up. Those stories might be my favorite.” Eddie keeps his eyes on Steve and moves in closer. “When you’re complaining about having to go to work for an early shift, and you make this little groan when you stretch. But enough about you, what about me? If I remember correctly, you’re also following my account and tend to be one of my most active followers. Hmmm, why’s that?” Eddie asks just as he reaches out and lets his fingers graze across Steve’s wrist.
Steve raises his arm, letting Eddie wrap his fingers gently around him.
“I liked your drawings- and maybe your dog.” Steve bites back a smile while Eddie takes the last step between them.
“It’s always my dog. He’s cute, though. I understand. So much cuter than me.” Eddie grabs Steve’s other wrist and slides his hands up his forearms.
Steve feels a chill run up his skin and across his neck.
“I also liked watching you draw- your hands, fingers. You leave your rings on when you draw. It’s sexy.”
Eddie smirks. “These hands?” He asks, then rubs his palms up and down Steve’s arms.
Steve’s eyes flutter involuntarily. “Y-yeah,” he responds a little breathlessly.
“Maybe later you can find out what else these hands can do.”
Steve bites his bottom lip and blinks back at Eddie while lost in that thought, giving him a slight nod.
Eddie slides his hands further up Steve’s arms and over his shoulders, sending a shiver through Steve.
“Is this ok?” Eddie asks softly while his gaze gets pulled down to Steve’s lips.
“Mhm,” Steve nods.
“I’m glad you came tonight,” Eddie whispers and continues touching his hands over Steve’s shoulders. He moves them up over his neck, his fingers sliding into Steve’s hair at the nape.
Steve has to close his eyes at the feelings overwhelming his senses. He swallows hard before opening his eyes again. “Me too.”
Eddie moves closer, their chests centimeters apart, his hands lacing through Steve’s hair.
“I’m going to kiss you now, ok?”
Steve can feel Eddie’s breath woosh across his cheeks, and he nods, Eddie still holding his head.
“O-ok,” Steve whispers.
Eddie closes the gap between them and crashes his lips hard against Steve’s. They both inhale quickly while Steve’s hands rush to Eddie’s waist. Eddie groans against Steve as his fingers curl into Steve’s hair, pulling his mouth firmly against him.
Eddie angles his head, tilting his lips to slot perfectly with Steve’s. Steve spreads his hands wide across Eddie’s back, pressing him closer. The evening of sexual tension explodes into a rushed desperate need to touch.
They spend a few minutes exploring each other’s touch, taste, and bodies letting themselves slip into emotions they both have been missing.
Steve’s the first to pull back, trying to catch his breath.
“Wow,” he smiles, trying to hide his blush.
Eddie leans his forehead against Steve’s. “I bet that’s what you say to all the boys.”
“Naw,” he shakes his head slightly. “Just the really sexy artist types.”
Eddie moves his arms around Steve’s waist and hooks his hands together, leaning back to look at Steve. “So, I have to clean up real quick, but would you wanna grab a drink or dessert or something across the street? They make a pretty good cheesecake if you were up for it.”
Eddie looks bashful, and it makes Steve melt a little inside.
“I’d love to. I’ll help you clean up so we can get out of here quicker.” Steve leans forward and kisses Eddie softly.
“It’s a date.”
coffee? ☕️🍩💕
#steddie#steddie fanfic#I love these two an unhealthy amount#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#steddiecameraroll posts#my writing
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Several film collaborations with great costar with chemistry only work when the films are very different ie Ryan G and Emma Stone in Crazy, Stupid, Love and Lalaland. I fear a cleopatra film by Deni with Zendaya and Timmy would be too similar in people’s minds to dune.
I agree. Don't get me wrong! I'm not against co-stars working with each other more than once on a film.
Julia Roberts and George Clooney, Ben Still & Owen Wilson, Tom Hanks & Meg Ryan, Cillian Murphy & Tom Hardy, Chris Evans & Scarlett Johansson, Jennifer Lawrence & Bradley Cooper, Brad Pitt and George Clooney lol... The list goes on. It happens all the time in Hollywood.
But I agree with you, the films have to either be quite different from each other, or within a certain gap of time before people start saying: "Them together in a film...again???" 😅
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Some personal stuff…
I spent time with my mom yesterday and I just appreciate her so much.
Though there are difficult times between us due to her disease (I prefer not to say what the disease is, but it has caused us some rough patches), we can still manage to have a wonderful time together.
I’m just trying to spend as much time with her as I can, to create memories that will last before I can’t any longer.
We watched her favorite movie: You’ve Got Mail. We ordered pizza and ate ice cream. I was so happy to see her laughing at the overall silliness of Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan being oblivious about each other’s real identity. Then we both went on about how we wanted to go to New York again, which we did last year.
We bond most when watching our favorite films. I just realized yesterday that all the movies we watch repeatedly have Tom Hanks in it😭
• You’ve Got Mail
• Sleepless in Seattle
• Philadelphia
Haha, anyways, just wanted to express the lovely day I had yesterday. And to express how important it is to spend time with your parents. I hate how I can be so busy sometimes and I just don’t have the chance to hang out with her. Now as I’ve gotten older, I take every chance I get. For example, today we’re going out to a few stores. Not for anything fancy, just everyday supplies, but we’re still spending time together.
I love my mom. ❤️
#mom appreciation#family bonding#personal#personal stuff#family#you’ve got mail#sleepless in seattle#tom hanks#new york#just a little rant#movies#film
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I just started reading and officially caught up on The Reckless Now, which has been amazing! One thing I wanted to thank you for (and I don’t know if this has been mentioned yet) was that you wrote it to have them find out about their identities at the same time. If you’ve ever seen You’ve Got Mail, that was always my least favorite part of Tom Hanks finding out before Meg Ryan, rather than at the same time. It created a power imbalance that annoyed me, and Meg Ryan’s character would have no reason to believe that he didn’t know the whole time, especially since his real identity is someone she hates and who is trying to buy her company. This is all to say thank you for making James and Lily discover each other in the same scene- it made for a far better scene
Hey! Thanks for reading and sending this lovely feedback. TRN has definitely been a labor of love (and sometimes hate lol)
I have not seen YGM but I know enough of the basic premise. Truthfully, I hadn't consumed too much love square content before I started TRN (although I have since).
In my initial plot for TRN (which has changed more than a handful of times), Lily was actually going to find out first, but just by a day or so. Her first day she was going to see him, have a bit of a meltdown/go home, and then come back the next day for a Grand Confession of Feelings and our HEA. I switched it for several reasons but one of the biggest was it made me put too much pressure on the development of their text correspondence. It didn't feel realistic for her to be in love with him upon that first meeting.
Honestly it was never a consideration to have one know and keep a major secret from the other for an extended amount of time. Not that it couldn't be handled well that way (I've seen it!!) but it was not how I personally wanted to handle it.
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My thoughts on... Encounter
Song Hye Kyo as Cha Soo Hyeon and Park Bo Gum as Kim Jin Hyeok
From the writer of the movie Always (Han Hyo Joo, So Ji Sub) and the director of Lovestruck in the City and It's Okay to Not be Okay, Encounter (aka Boyfriend) is a 2018 romance drama about a divorced woman and Donghwa Hotel CEO, Cha Soo Hyeon, finding love in the form of the young and joyful Kim Jin Hyeok, one of her hotel's employees, after a magical chance encounter in Cuba. At first glance, this may seem like a simple role reversal on this well-established and cliché storyline but allow me to suggest Encounter is a little more than that.
Multiple layers of storytelling
Encounter makes use of and combines all the tools in its arsenal to tell its story from its opening shot, that briefly gives us a grayscale visual overview of Soo Hyeon's life, always following her back, careful to hide her face, transitioning to color in the present and showing us the first of several artworks to be depicted in this show, artworks that will be used to follow our protagonists' journey throughout. Already this opening shot has succeeded in laying the groundwork for Soo Hyeon's character and personality; she's the daughter of a politician who was married off to a wealthy and powerful family, suggesting she has had little agency to decide over the course of her life. Similar visual storytelling is used to set up Jin Hyeok, happily wandering around Cuba in a straight shirt/jeans getup with an old camera in hand to capture the joy in everyday life, chancing on an old but beautifully kept garden that marked the beginning of another couple's love story.
A fairy tale art journey
Another directing choice that sets this drama apart is how it lets scenes breathe and flow, allowing us to fully take in what's transpiring in a way that lets us feel as if we're right there with the actors, silently accompanying them, what lends it part of that air of reality and believability. The show is not afraid of letting long silences and awkward pauses into its storytelling, like when Soo Hyeon and Jin Hyeok meet at the Hongje-Dong playground in Episode 2 and an uncomfortable silence fills the air after they've ran out of the proper things to say to each other. A different kind of silence, the stillness of a breaking day, is interrupted only by the soothing sound of the waves in Episode 3, as Jin Hyeok is getting coffee while Soo Hyeon sits on a bench staring at the sea.
In fact, Encounter never feels pressured into featuring a song to convey the meaning or feelings behind a scene, favouring its cinematography and/or dialogue, at times coupled with ambient sounds and noises or light, unobtrusive and beautiful instrumental tracks such as I Never Knew, Love Birds or The Evenfall, among others. It's a refreshing choice in a landscape that often feels the need to hit you over the head with songs that proclaim LOVE IS THE MOMENT at every opportunity (Run!). This is not to say there aren't songs featured prominently and recurrently in the show, the most obvious being our couple's theme, "Si llego a besarte" by Omara Portuondo, a song that has a knack for reuniting our two lovers, in one case reminding me of a scene from the movie Sleepless in Seattle with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. And, of course, SALTNPAPER feels right at home in this show with the melancholic "Take Me On."
The show rewards us with such beautiful postcards
These factors succeed at creating a peaceful, soothing atmosphere while watching the show, a feeling that betrays the underlying current of tension, a result of company and family politics, and perhaps most subtly and wonderfully conveyed by Song Hye Kyo's character, who struggles with how far she should, or is allowed to, take her "some" relationship with Jin Hyeok, what leads me to...
Believable and supportive relationships between characters
Encounter is all about Jin Hyeok's and Soo Hyeon's relationship, there are no second leads to prompt unnecessary love triangles in lieu of actual character development. There are certainly a bunch of supporting characters and we witness how they relate to our leads in their day-to-day life.
For instance, Jin Hyeok's circle of friends is comprised of Dae Chan and Hye In and already from the beginning of Episode 2 we see how tight they are as they celebrate his return from Cuba over drinks and joke about Hye In's love life. Hye In has a bit of a crush on Jin Hyeok but she's always clear on where the boundaries lie and puts their friendship first, as certain events over the course of the show will prove. Soo Hyeon has a similar circle of friends in the form of her secretary, Jang Mi Jin, who often nags and complains, doubly so when Soo Hyeon starts taking bigger risks with her love life, but is also looking out for her in her own way.
Also in Soo Hyeon's circle is Manager "Teddy Bear" Myung Shik, a close friend of her dad who has kept an eye on her throughout her life and is delighted at being able to play Cupid for our couple, much to Secretary Jang's annoyance. His antics provide much welcome levity from time to time and it's always a treat to see him on screen, be it having a beer with Sun Joo, a friend from his reporter days and Donghwa Hotel's PR Team Manager, being outwitted by the sharp wit of Sun Joo's daughter, or trying to find a mask that fits for a masquerade ball. In fact, many, perhaps most, of the people in Jin Hyeok's and Soo Hyeon's lives have amicable or friendly relationships with them, even if some are less keen on showing it. The show has several examples of how the hotel's staff respects Soo Hyeon's leadership and even looks out for her at times, what is understandable given her calm and understanding demeanor when dealing with staff, her commitment to the Donghwa brand and overall professionalism. Having said that, there's always people who like to gossip... but no spoilers!
Manager Teddy Bear takes a break after playing Cupid
Curiously, the relationships that take the most hits are the ones involving mothers: Soo Hyeon's mom, who aims to place her husband in the Blue House; her former mother-in-law, who schemes to force Soo Hyeon back together with her son; and even Jin Hyeok's mom, who feels uneasy at her family's sudden media exposure. If any of this has triggered warning makjang bells in your brain, allow me to assuage those fears (and if you're a makjang fan, allow me to disappoint), for Encounter makes organic use of these character motivations to generate tension, yes, but not to "amp the drama" in a way that would feel unrealistic or artificial. Crisis never overstay their welcome, in large part because our main leads do something many on-screen couples don't: they communicate.
Upon viewing this show for a second time I decided to turn on viewer comments and encountered the oft-quoted "lack of chemistry" objection. I have a problem with the word "chemistry" despite having used it myself several times, a philosophical objection perhaps. What do we mean when we use a particular word, such as "chemistry" in this case? I gave my (for it is an ultimately subjective answer) tentative definition of "chemistry" between characters in my Hotel del Luna review and suggested it goes beyond steamy kissing scenes (I'll take them if they come my way) and encompasses the extent to which a couple can convey their thoughts and feelings to each other through verbal (dialogue) and nonverbal communication (gestures, gazes, actions), what, in the end, is what sells me or not on the depth of a romantic relationship. It's not just about how hot the characters are for one another, but about being able to understand what your partner is going through and what they need at a given time, be it a hug, a word of comfort, or silent company. Given their backgrounds and personalities it makes complete sense that Jin Hyeok would excel at this with Soo Hyeon finding it more difficult but still having opportunities to shine, such as her bold declaration at the end of Episode 6 or her surprise visit at the end of Episode 9. It was a treat to watch how their relationship slowly matured over time, how they interacted with one another, how Soo Hyeon gradually came out of her shell and took the reins of her life. We must remember that, for both of them, this is their first romantic relationship, if at different moments in their lives.
Closing thoughts
I hope I've been able to accurately convey a few of the reasons why I feel Encounter is such a standout drama, even though I'm probably missing plenty. Curiously, it was my second encounter with both lead actors, having previously watched Song Hye Kyo in the popular Descendants of the Sun and Park Bo Gum in Love in the Moonlight. Personally, this has become my favourite among the three and would probably be among my Top 10. That opening episode in Cuba with Jin Hyeok and Soo Hyeon gazing at the sunset, having a couple of beers and a stroll, enjoying each others' company during their impromptu date, cast a magical spell on me that never let go, right until the end, so it is only fitting I end this review thusly, quoting one of Encounter's many excellent poems.
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THE SHOP AROUND THE CORNER (1940)
Director: Ernst Lubitsch
Cast: Margaret Sullivan, James Stewart. Frank Morgan, Felix Bressart, William Tracy, Joseph Schildkraut
Genre: romantic comedy
Two employees at a general store are constantly butting heads while being enamored of their respective pen pals.
This movie started me on the path to watching older movies. Back when we had cable, I was literally just flipping through the channels looking for something to watch and there was something super charming about this black and white movie that made me stop. I'm pretty sure it was James Stewart's demeanor in this movie. I would binge a bunch of his other movies after - including The Mortal Storm which stars him and Margaret Sullivan again as its romantic leads.
The fact that this movie is considered a top tier romcom is validating. And of course, because Hollywood is gonna Hollywood... it would be later adapted into "You Got Mail" starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. This time with AOL inboxes instead of a PO box. I believe it's considered a 90s romcom classic but I'm partial to The Shop Around the Corner because of the shop atmosphere. And that both of the main characters are from humble beginnings (and not part of a mega bookstore chain, yanno?).
I think it's a well-done "enemies to lovers" trope because they never get too nasty with each other just for the sake of some drama or to delay the romance. And when they get real snarky, it makes it hit harder. When Klara tells him he has a hand-bag instead of a heart (because he's the shop assistant and takes his job seriously) that bit of dialogue was brutal.
Miscommunication and misunderstandings are typical romcom fare, but I feel like Shop doesn't rely on it as much as '90s romcoms. I feel like they've essentially just dismissed each other based on first meeting, in a work environment (which is an important note), so it took some time to realize the qualities in each other that actually matter. And what misunderstandings occur was pretty much intentional on Kralik's part and was incredibly amusing.
The ankle scene! Haha. Burned into my memories and makes me wish for a pair of sock garters of my own.
Because of its genre, the viewer knows it's going to deliver a happy ending where the leads get together but watching them warm up to each other is satisfying. It doesn't feel predictable because of its attention to details.
Beyond the main characters, the supporting cast is great. The shop is lively, it's not overly idealized and syrupy. I do like the friendship between Pirovitch (played by Felix Bressart) though. Hugo Matuschek, the shop owner (played by Frank Morgan), goes hot and cold on his employees due to personal things at home. As much as I will say on that without spoiling things. Let's not forget the brown-nosing co-worker Ferencz Vadas (played by Joseph Schildkraut). His lines are perfectly two-faced or backhanded. Like you're so sure he insulted you, but you can't call him out on it! With that you got your set up for a workplace comedy-drama.
Interesting bit: Margaret Sullivan and James Stewart were friends off screen which probably helped the on-screen chemistry. It's also believed that Stewart was head over heels for Sullivan. She was married to Henry Fonda and the three were all pals (though they divorced years prior to this movie). She and Fonda were lefties while Stewart was a republican. So that dynamic is definitely interesting. I don't remember the source, but supposedly Fonda and Stewart had such a heated argument once that they had to swear off talking politics! Sullivan herself was also known for getting pretty heated. When she heard that a writer was gonna get fired because of his left-wing views by an anti-communist director, she blew up on said director. Even one of the founders of MGM was scared of her. Her life was rough going as she got older, pretty tragic. But I won't get into that here.
"You treated me like a dog."
"Yes, but instead of licking my hand, you barked."
"There might be a lot we don't know about each other. You know, people seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.”
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hopping on one foot, eyes still glued to the tv, andie pulls on her boot. on screen meg ryan and tom hanks stand across from each other, separated by a busy street. they don't say a word and andie holds her breath, waiting. then —— A CAR?! she gasps, but the car on screen swerves to avoid meg ryan's character.
"AUHG! NO!"
andie's foot, now booted, drops to the floor and she throws her hands up in frustration as the scene changes. "she didn't even talk to him!" her eyes are still transfixed to the screen, but she dutifully backs up to where jim is standing. her mask hasn't been put on yet. it'll block her view. "you go first." she means the window. does he leave via windows too? he doesn't fly, but also she didn't open the front door for him. whatever. she's leaving through the window because it has a direct line of sight to the tv. | @darehearts
#she's watching sleepless in seattle. she's never seen it!#darehearts#VOL 1: LOVE IS HERE TO STAY — main verse#AIN'T NOBODY IN THIS ROOM ALONE — threads
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inspired by the development tea room holiday & winter prompts: Day 2: a cozy cafe decked out with garlands & that smell of spice while you wait for an old friend who is unusually late
in combination with the mistletoe meme (still accepting)
THE CAFE IS KITSCHY BUT COZY: Instead of wooden or plastic chairs, there are chintz sofas and armchairs grouped around low wicker tables, each one with a candle and a potted, red poinsettia. Green and red garlands are wrapped around the flowery curtains and white paper stars are hanging from the ceiling. Together with the smell of chocolate, vanilla, and mint, it's like somebody pulled this little coffee shop straight out of a Hollywood Christmas movie. Steve wouldn't be surprised if a film crew marched in after Tom Hanks to shoot a meet-cute of the actor with — Meg Ryan or something. It's not Steve's typical place to grab a coffee with a friend, but the pastries are excellent and handmade by the shop owner herself. Speaking of, Steve already ate an apple turnover because Sam was terribly late. He's usually on time, so Steve starts to worry a little when, after half an hour, Sam is still nowhere to be seen. He considers pulling his phone out to call him when the door of the cafe opens with a little jingle.
Steve is on his feet in an instant. Below the winter jacket, he can see the familiar colors of Sam's Captain America suit. There's blood on this face, too. Steve hurries over immediately but calms down when he sees that it's merely a cut, nothing to worry about. "I didn't know you were on a mission," he says, helping Sam out of his jacket on autopilot because it's the polite thing to do. Luckily, the other man is still wearing a sweater over the uniform, or all eyes would be upon them now. "We could have rescheduled, ya know. It's not like I'm terribly busy these d–" A waiter rushes past them, smiling cheerfully. "Mistletoe!" he points out, pointing at something above their heads before he disappears into the kitchen to drop the dirty dishes he's carrying. Steve looks up and blinks at where, indeed, a familiar plant is hanging between the white paper stars. "Oh, well, I guess we should follow the traditions," he says with a long-suffering sigh; then he smirks and leans in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of Sam's mouth.
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22nd September 2013
Dear Pete,
Uh oh. World War III in this little apartment.
May have been living in the comfort of my blanket fortress on the couch watching Sleepless In Seattle for, I don't know, maybe the thirty-seventh time this year, when Christopher came in. Did I tell you he started hiding the DVDs? When he realised that I was watching the same romantic comedies on repeat he hid the DVDs, the DVD player, and the PS3 so that there could be no watching of DVDs or Blu Rays. Thought he was so clever, but obviously not clever enough to work out what an Apple TV is...
Walking through the door, the first thing he saw was Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks staring at each other across that busy street, and instead of sitting down and enjoying the magic and purity of Nora Ephron's creativity, he started to get angry. Really, really angry.
Let it be known that my earlier assessment of him needing anger management therapy still stands.
"What the hell are you watching? I thought we talked about this?"
"Yes, you're right. We absolutely did. And if I remember correctly my response to you was that you're not the boss of me and I'm going to continue living my life exactly as I want to because you're not the movie police or the Olivia police or anyone other than my housemate and I don't have to do what you say."
Christopher glares at me then makes his way to the television, hunting around for the cord that will let him know where I've hidden the DVD player. It was cute except for the fact that he was one smart-arse comment away from throwing something at me.
"Where is it?"
"Where is what?" I say as sweetly and innocently as a garden fairy.
"Where is the DVD player?"
"Honestly, Christopher, I can solemnly swear that the DVD player is wherever you put it when you tried to hide it from me." His face is really red now and I'm a little concerned about whether it's healthy for someone to be that red. I know he works out regularly and is in excellent physical shape, but he is so red that there is a vein pulsing in his temple and I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that that is one of the warning signs of a stroke. "Then how are you watching this?" The words are coming out as a hiss and I can't remember seeing him this angry before.
"See that little black box?" I point in the general direction of the television. "That special little guy is called an Apple TV. It streams movies from the hard drive to the television. Or, I can use it to rent and purchase movies off iTunes and it will play them through that. You can hide all the DVDs you like, technological progress has rendered them redundant anyway."
Admittedly, I may have sounded a touch too smug and was tempting fate just a little in giving away the whole situation and not leaving any details as a mystery, but how was I to know he would pick up that little box, rip the cord from the television, fling cord and all at the wall and then storm from the room?
Broken Apple TV bits went everywhere.
Needless to say it will be some time before I can watch any more Nora Ephron movies. Guilt kicked in pretty quickly as he reappeared twenty minutes later with a glass of wine for each of us and apologised.
"I shouldn't have done that."
"Correct," I replied and took a glass from his hand. "You're in a rut."
"Correct." Took a sip and smiled. Clearly our health kick was over and that was good wine.
"I'm trying to help."
"Negative. You're trying to control me. Those are different things. Annoying most of all about that is that I'm okay. I'm in a rut, but I'm not going out on benders or wallowing in misery all day. I'm not being reckless or endangering anyone. Compared to most people in a similar situation I'm actually doing okay. It's just that each night when I have nothing better to do because I'm single and the person who currently fills the role of my closest friend happens to live with me, there isn't a lot to leave the house for once it gets dark so I watch movies . That doesn't mean you need to overhaul my life, it just means I'm being a bit of a homebody right now while I figure out my next move."
"I know."
"And those are good movies. Cinematic masterpieces. Lots of them won lots of awards, so I don't see why they go on the banned list just because I have appalling taste in men."
He laughed dejectedly. "Okay, I will back down."
"Good. I'm doing okay, Chris. I feel good about work, the stuff I'm writing, and just focusing on something other than my flailing love life. Things are good between you and me when you're not breaking my shit, and I'm happily not dating. What other aspects of my life do you think need working on? Those are the big three and I have them covered."
"True. You get so obsessed with dating though. It's exhausting." "I know. It wears me out too. That's why I'm taking a break. There is more to life than men and romance and drowning in the absence of either, so I'm focusing on me for a while. I have training. I have my pseudo-career. I have good friends. There's Buffy. I listen to I Found Someone by Blake Shelton a lot, and also Katy Perry's new album Prism because she really seems to get what I'm going through, and I do it to remind myself I'll be okay. There's comfort in pop culture and I won't apologise for that. That's me for now and I'm good."
Hearing myself say the words I knew - for the moment at least – that pretentious as always, I actually believed them.
"I liked it better when you were obsessed with Arcade Fire and Bliss n Eso."
"Me too, Chris. Me too," I say wistfully.
"Can I buy you dinner to make up for..." he gestured towards the black bits of plastic on the floor.
"No, to make up for that you're going to need to buy me a new one."
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that. Should I get the PS3 out?" "Nah, I'm good for now."
And I was.
As punishment, when he buys the new Apple TV, I'm going to make him sit through every Hugh Grant movie I can get my hands on. He crawled into my bed as I was falling asleep. "Liv?"
"I'm very asleep right now," I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes.
"I'm sorry I told Dylan we were dating." That motivated my eyes to shoot open wide but they were met with blackness. It took them a second to adjust. "I thought I was looking out for you. He's an awesome guy and right now you either run away screaming when a guy talks to you or you borderline obsess over them. I was trying to downplay the crazy."
"That is equally the sweetest and most patronising thing anyone has ever said to me."
He was quiet for a second.
"I have to stop coming in here, don't I?"
"Yes. There's no such thing as friends with benefits, Christopher. There's the person who gets hurt and there's the person who is happy they're getting laid. Friendship has nothing to do with it." "Okay."
"And Chris?"
"Yeah?"
"You need to see someone about your anger issues. I'm not some battered housewife. You don't get to move in here and break my stuff. You pull a stunt like that again and you are out on the street."
Nodding, he wrapped an arm around me and kissed me for the longest time. It was nearly an hour later when his footsteps echoed down the hall on his way to his own room.
The last time, right?
Liv x
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They came together
#They came together movie#
#They came together series#
Both lovers and haters of romantic comedies will find plenty to enjoy in this David Wain feature co-written by Michael Showalter. Finally eight years later I got to check it out, and while it's messy and oftentimes aimless, the humor is on point and rarely unfunny. Tonight's is the rom-com spoof They Came Together, long on my watchlist after I remember reading about this comedy while I was in jail in the Summer of 2014. The second of my two Blu-ray gifts from a friend seven months ago, it's Christmas in July so I had little excuse not to rack 'em up and thank him for the fine movies.
#They came together movie#
Those episodes last just 15 minutes-which is probably just the right amount of time for such scattered, sketch-based laughs.☆ "So, if there was a movie about your relationship, it would probably start with aerial shots of the Manhattan skyline."☆
#They came together series#
But a lot of these folks (Wain, Showalter, Marino, Erinn Haynes) are also involved with the series "Children’s Hospital" on the Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim lineup, which sharply parodies the soapy doctor drama. "They Came Together" clicks sporadically, though, when it takes a chance on totally absurd flights of fancy-a weird date Molly has with her priggish accountant ( Ed Helms), for example, or an awkwardly close moment between Joel and his grandma ( Lynn Cohen).Įven at 83 minutes, "They Came Together" feels like its conceit has been stretched thin. I won’t bore you with the details here, but it has to do with a bartender uttering the phrases "Tell me about it" and "You can say that again" over and over as Joel drowns his sorrows. One joke went on for so long I thought something was wrong with the film-like it was stuck or something. And those guys can’t just obviously represent different points of view on the matter, they have to articulate the fact that they represent different points of view on the matter. Joel can’t just be commitment-phobic he has to talk about how commitment-phobic he is with his regular basketball buddies ( Ken Marino, Jack McBrayer, Kenan Thompson and Jason Mantzoukas). Still, it’s not enough for Molly to be adorably klutzy the dialogue has to inform us that she’s adorably klutzy in addition to showing her knocking over a bunch of her belongings in her bedroom before tumbling down a flight of stairs on the way to work. It’s obvious what they’re parodying-the rom-com is an incredibly common type of clichéd film its tropes are well-known and well-worn. Throughout this familiar process, the jokes are either annoyingly repetitive or overly spelled out for us. Spoiler alert: He did.) We watch them fall for each other over books and coffee in an idyllic version of New York City-which is like a character itself in their relationship, we’re told repeatedly, when such a convention should be clear. (This is also where the film takes a painful, extended detour for a discussion of whether Christopher Meloni soiled himself in his superhero outfit. Can their affection withstand such stress?Īnd so we watch as they show up for a Halloween party dressed in the same costume and immediately clash. But wouldn’t you know? Joel’s company is trying to run Molly’s store out of business. Poehler’s Molly owns a neighborhood candy shop that’s "charming and adorable and impossible not to like," as she puts it. The core of the plot plays like a knowingly cutesy version of "You’ve Got Mail," but "They Came Together" also features recognizable rom-com nuggets ranging from "Pillow Talk" to "When Harry Met Sally." Rudd’s Joel works for a giant, soulless candy corporation. The latter couple is meant to serve as our stand-ins, trying to remain politely charmed by the increasingly inane details they’re hearing in extended flashbacks. Paul Rudd and Amy Poehler star as the Tom Hanks/ Meg Ryan types at the film’s center, recounting how they met and fell in love over dinner with an underused Bill Hader and Ellie Kemper. But mostly, the results are shockingly unfunny and sadly lifeless, especially given the wealth of comic talent involved. There has to be a spin to it there has to be some innovation.Īnyone who has seen a movie starring Julia Roberts, Jennifer Aniston or Kate Hudson can recognize what’s going on and find a chuckle here and there. But simply recreating what we know to be hackneyed and safe doesn’t suddenly make it hilarious and surprising. It’s got all the moments and beats you’d expect-the meet-cute, the instant hatred that turns to flirtation, the perky montage of trying on clothes, the contrived misunderstanding that keeps the couple apart and finally-mercifully-the mad dash to a wedding for some very public, last-minute I-love-yous.
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Helicobacter 4
Here’s what happens in this part: Myka and Helena talk to each other, and then they talk to each other again. At base, that’s it. They also look at nature, sort of, and ponder the past and causality. A couple of plot points tiptoe in... anyway the whole thing will most likely continue to strain credulity and be a talky mess! (I am staying in my lane.) A Bering and a Wells walk into a conference room: that’s how the joke starts, right? And then fate takes over. See part 1, part 2, and part 3 for details.
Helicobacter 4
Helena awoke in what was perhaps the most uncomfortable, yet inevitable, sleeping posture she had ever taken: still sitting in the chair beside Myka’s bed, but with her upper body slumped forward onto that bed. She felt a hand in her hair, petting, smoothing. “Are you awake?” Myka asked.
“Mmph,” Helena said.
“I promise I’m not trying to hurry you. But I think the hospital wants the bed.”
“I want the bed,” Helena mumbled. Movement seemed prohibitively effortful.
Myka’s hand continued its light stroke. “So do I,” she said.
Nice. So nice. A dissolve-into level of nice: exactly where she was, exactly what was happening.
Where she was, what was happening—Helena woke up, sat up. And then the process of Myka’s release from the hospital began. Helena summoned Steve, who, in his lovely way, facilitated everything: even driving Myka to her apartment, where he and Helena both did their best to ensure that she had everything she needed in the near term.
“I’m fine,” Myka assured them. “Really. You’ve done so much for me. Both of you, and I don’t know how to thank you.”
“Just be well,” Steve told her. Such simple, sweet words, and Myka said an equally unadorned “I’ll try” in response.
“Please do,” Helena added, a weak contribution, but it was all she could find.
As Helena and Steve were departing, Myka pulled on her arm. “You made it not a nightmare,” she said, and that too, was simple and sweet. Then she said, “If I’m ever hospitalized again, I want to be engaged to you for it.” She leaned to Helena and kissed her cheek, and receiving such a kiss was the same as delivering it: a surprise of softness and intimacy.
Helena, physically and emotionally flummoxed, said, “So do I.”
Steve asked, later, “Is there anything you need to tell me?”
“Of course not,” Helena said.
The following day, Helena received flowers at the office. A lovely, tasteful arrangement. “Thank you again,” the card said, “for everything.” It was signed, “Yours, Myka.”
She showed the card to Steve, who asked again, “Is there anything you need to tell me?”
This time, Helena answered, “Not that I’m aware of.”
“Interesting choice of words,” Steve said. “Awareness generally has to be cultivated.”
“You know I’m very bad at any such practice,” Helena said.
“You choose not to learn,” he countered.
“That’s your job,” she said. “Very nearly literally. If I were sufficiently mindful, why would I need you?”
“To schedule your appointments. By the way, you have a meeting with Myka next week.”
“I have a... what?”
“Yeah, she called me, to make sure you got the flowers, and to set up an appointment. Tuesday afternoon. And given how you just gasped, you might want to work on some mindful breathing skills between now and then.”
“Mind your own breathing,” she advised him, superfluously.
****
As Tuesday loomed, Helena fretted to Steve, “But how should I behave?”
He didn’t bother to shift his gaze from his computer screen. “Don’t knee her.”
“You’re a great help.”
****
By the time Tuesday at last arrived, however, “don’t knee her” had become Helena’s mantra, reminding her of everything that she should not do or say: don’t bring up anything specific about the hospital unless she does, don’t mention her illness unless she does, don’t presume any sort of intimacy between the two of you, don’t ask about the status of the bid... ultimately it came down to a general dictum against saying any words at all to her. Or, of course, touching her. Or being near enough to touch. “Don’t knee her” meant “be very still and quiet.”
On that fateful day, at the fateful time, Steve showed Myka into Helena’s office. He withdrew immediately, leaving Helena mildly surprised that he didn’t wink as he did so. Myka didn’t say anything, so Helena tried, “Hello.”
“Hi,” Myka said. She smiled.
And for a moment, Helena let herself enjoy that smile, accept it, return it... until such time as her not taking her turn to speak began to seem awkward. She hurried to say something, coming up with, “I thought we’d meet here instead of the conference room this time.”
So much for not kneeing her. Now Myka frowned, a subtle little face-twist that was the obverse of the smiles she’d performed in the hospital. “Scene of the crime,” she said.
“No, no. I just didn’t want you to be upset. It might have bad associations.”
“I’ll admit, they aren’t the best. Although it all started fine.” Now she smiled. “The hellos were really nice.”
“We’ll cling to those. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better. Not going to destroy your desk, I promise.” She fell silent again, and Helena was reassured, or something, by the idea that Myka, too, seemed to be searching for words at the right level of familiarity. “I was thinking,” Myka re-began, with clear determination, “I mean, what I thought, when I was thinking, was that I should tell you in person that I’m not overseeing the project anymore. You’ll be working mostly with Abigail from now on.”
“You were removed for becoming ill?” Helena asked, her dudgeon rising.
“No...” The little slack in Myka’s voice: she’d heard Helena’s indignation, which Helena knew was not her place to have or express or—“I was removed because I told my boss that you stayed with me at the hospital. I thought I was just recounting, factually, what happened that day, but she heard it as, this is going to look bad if anybody finds out about it. It’s going to look like you were trying to get in good with me.”
“The ethics of that,” Helena said, even as she thought, The truth of that.
“The new rules say nobody bidding on city projects can have a personal relationship with anybody who works for the city. Anybody who works for the city who can make decisions, that is. Or even influence decisions.”
“The appearance of impropriety... I suppose I have to applaud the EMT who was caring for you in the ambulance for refusing me information because I had no such personal relationship with you. She did as she should. And so did Rick,” Helena said. “It’s all down to those personal relationships in the end, isn’t it? It wasn’t until he mentioned having been engaged to you that I made my, shall we say, ill-considered decision. To say what I said. To claim what I claimed.”
“I’m sorry for that. My failed relationship, making your life difficult.”
“I’m fairly certain your life has been made more difficult by that than mine has... although failed relationships don’t tend to make anyone’s life easier.” Reveal something, she felt again, as in the hospital. She surprised herself by saying, “I was engaged once myself.” She didn’t tend to disclose that. Didn’t tend to think about it, but lately...
“What happened?” Myka asked, then shook her head. “Sorry. Forget I asked.”
“Aren’t you the one who said ‘too personal’ is off the table? She left me. I don’t blame her; I was—am—far too focused on my work. I had thought being married, or rather, promising to one day be married, would fix things. Or at least push problems into the future, so I could concentrate on what seemed more important in the present. It worked for a while.”
“But then she left you.”
“But then she did. As I say, I don’t blame her.”
Myka took her time in responding to that, which in turn gave Helena time to consider that surprisingly brief conversation for which she did not blame Giselle. “This isn’t working,” Giselle had said, to which Helena had agreed, “No. Not at the present moment.” And she would have explained that that was why she had made promises about the future, but Giselle had continued on, not angry but factual, “This isn’t working because you won’t work at this. You’ll work at your work, all the time, because you can see that it’s worth work, but you won’t work at this.”
And Helena had agreed again: “That is entirely true.” And its truth meant that the promised future would never—should never—come.
She counted the hours, for it was hours and not days, until every physical trace of Giselle was gone from her life. And after those hours, all at once, the present, no longer mortgaged to that promised future, was clean, keen.
When at last Myka spoke, she asked, “Do you miss her?”
Helena wavered. Should she tell the truth? “Before last week, I would have said no.” That was true. “Then I spent a day in hospital.” All right, that was true too.
“When most people say something like that, they mean they were the sick one.”
“Well. Egotistically, I like to think I’m not most people.”
“That’s...” Myka paused, as if searching her mental thesaurus. She shook her head. “That’s true.” That made Helena laugh, which in turn made Myka smile as she said, “I’m sorry, though. For all of it, but even more, if it made you miss her.”
Continue being honest. “It isn’t her as herself so much, I think, as there being something else, or someone else, to pay attention to.”
“But you didn’t. Pay that attention, I mean. To her?”
“I didn’t. But I... I remember that I liked knowing someone was there, even as I didn’t do what I should have, with regard to her.” She stopped. “I hadn’t said it out loud before, not that way. It’s awful.”
“Then I guess you should double not blame her for leaving. But aren’t we all awful like that?” Myka made a face, a grimace-and-eyeroll concoction. “Maybe we’re not. It’s probably wrong to generalize from just you and me.”
“You?” Helena asked. Myka didn’t at all seem the type to be as neglectful as Helena had. As thoughtless. As... offhand.
“With my parents, if no one else. I know they’re there, even if I don’t make the effort I should. Even if I push problems into the future.”
“Given your mother’s apparently desperate wish to see you married off to Rick, I can certainly understand your attitude.”
“She just wants me to be happy,” Myka said.
I can understand that too, Helena thought.
Myka chose that moment to notice that upon the upper right edge of Helena’s desk sat a piece of the neighborhood model, the one piece Steve had managed to salvage in his cleanup. One small building and its landscaping: a curving, balsa-clad little structure with a courtyard featuring two wire trees. It was intended to represent a community center.
Don’t knee her. Helena had meant to hide it away.
Myka picked the building up, turned it in her hands. The swoop of its roof-line rhymed with the curl of each of her fingers. “Time,” she said. “How much of it do we get? I mean you do start to understand why people do things. And maybe there’s forgiveness, or maybe it’s just recognition that it isn’t then anymore. Have you seen her since it ended?”
“No. Like you with Rick, she wanted a clean break. So did I. In fact I quit the job I had, and I started this firm—my attitude was something on the order of ‘Oh, you thought that was work? I’ll show you work.’”
“Interesting response,” Myka said, still focused on inspecting the tiny community center.
“Ill-considered.”
Myka readjusted the wire branches of the trees, such that they now seemed to be fighting against—or accepting and bending to—a current of air. “You say that a lot.”
“I do that a lot,” Helena said. That, too, was true.
Now Myka looked up. “You didn’t cheat on her, did you?”
A reasonable question, given that Helena had revealed herself to be so callous; Myka could not be blamed for imagining Helena capable of that, too. “Only with my work,” Helena told her.
“Better than with another woman.”
“I’m not sure that’s true. The result was the same.”
The little frown again, just a twitch, but visible. “Not for her. Trust me on this one.”
“He cheated on you?” Now Helena was regretting not seeking out surgical implements when she had the chance.
“You don’t have to defend my honor...” Myka said, and there again was the slack, the indulgence. “You’re not engaged to me anymore.”
“Who in their right mind,” Helena fumed, knowing it was inappropriate to fume, yet fuming all the same. How dare he.
“In his defense—not that I really want to defend him, but your face sort of makes me feel like I should—I did spend an awful lot of time at work. Still do. Like you... I mean, so did he, so I guess in that sense we were already cheating on each other. With it. In your sense. He just found somebody he wanted to sleep with, there. Meanwhile I just wanted to sleep.” Myka sighed. “It would have turned out the same way, regardless.”
“Philosophical of you,” Helena said.
“Time. Would yours have turned out differently?”
“No. Not then.”
“Would it turn out differently now?”
“I haven’t changed.” Perhaps her truest statement thus far.
“Maybe you aren’t supposed to.” Myka set the model piece back on Helena’s desk, in the spot it had previously occupied. Then she rotated it so that the “trees” faced Helena. She looked up at Helena as she did so. “I read somewhere that it’s healthy to look at nature. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know... the situation. And to say thank you in person. Also I really need to buy you new clothes and pay for the rest of this poor model. And whatever it cost to have your conference room cleaned. That had to be terrible.”
“I have no idea. I was at the hospital with my fiancée.”
“Seriously, send me a bill.”
“Absolutely not.”
“I wish you would. I do owe you.”
“I’d say it was my pleasure, but that would be slightly untrue,” Helena said. “But only slightly.”
She received a new small smile in response. Helena knew it was new, that it was a variation she had not previously seen, and knowing someone’s smiles would, under other circumstances, mean something. Under these circumstances, however? False intimacy. That was all it was, had been, would be. A strangely affecting day of false intimacy.
“I liked being engaged to you,” Helena ventured to the empty air, after Myka had gone.
****
Over the next weeks, Abigail, clearly an instigator of the first rank, would remark to Helena something on the order of, “You want to ask me about her.”
“The appearance of a conflict of interest,” Helena would respond.
Or Abigail would prod, “I could say hi to her for you, if you want.”
“And we could all lose our jobs as a result,” Helena would “remind” her.
Helena did not put a stop to these exchanges, mainly because they seemed to delight Abigail so thoroughly. Self-preservation: she needed to win the contract as much as she ever had, and there were now two strikes against her. Thus if Abigail enjoyed these good-natured tormentings of Helena, Helena would suffer them.
What she would also do—because Helena didn’t doubt that Abigail was digging at Myka in some similar way, perhaps even by reporting back to her exactly what Helena said—was ignore her own stupidly avid imaginings of the expressions that might cross Myka’s face whenever Abigail delivered any such dig, or any such report.
****
“You won,” Abigail informed Helena, directly after the closed-door city council meeting during which the decision was made. “You’ll get the official letter soon, but I figured you’d want to know ASAP. So get going, project manager. Oh, also, you were exactly right, in that final presentation, to talk about the fountain being optional. They nixed it first thing—but they were raving about your ‘flexibility.’”
Had it not been for the never-children, Helena most likely would not have remembered Myka’s words about the fountain for which the city would not pay... words that led her to adopt her position of supposed “flexibility.” Funny, then, or something: that Myka had influenced the decision after all. In reverse, and not knowing she had done so, but still.
Helena told Steve the good news, told the rest of the staff. Awarded bonuses. Steve’s was smaller than those of the others, but Helena said, in response to his quickly hidden disappointment, “I thought you’d appreciate a permanent rise in salary a bit more.”
“A raise,” he said, and he looked far too grateful about receiving something he had long deserved, so she made him laugh by correcting him: “Rise.” He asked if it would be paid in pounds rather than dollars, she said no, and he claimed the right to call it a raise.
Elation all around, well-earned excitement, a bit of trepidation at the size of the project. All as expected.
All as expected, but for the sharp thorn of regret that Helena could not dislodge from her own reaction to that good news.
It was not that she had been hoping for an alternative outcome. It was not even that she knew with certainty what she would have done, had that alternative outcome come to pass, other than rush to cobble together enough small projects to compensate and continue to make payroll. Whatever else she would have done would now never be known, and would never be done. And that, she was willing to admit to herself—but only as she sat in her office alone, staring at the model-piece—was the root of her regret.
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On a morning two weeks after the awarding of the contract, Helena answered her telephone with an absent, “Helena Wells.”
“Hi,” she heard, and her immediate recognition of that voice ensured that Helena was no longer absent. “I just wanted to report,” Myka went on, “as someone with whom you have no personal relationship whatsoever would do, that I’m cancer-free.”
Helena was caught so wrong-footed that she managed only a general sound of enthusiasm, an exclamatory “Ah.”
It seemed to do, however, for Myka said, “Also... one other thing.”
Now Helena offered an interrogatory “Ah?”
“I need your help. Completely separate and apart from anything having to do with the bid and the city. You know how I said we’re not engaged anymore?”
Helena wrenched herself back onto an actual linguistic track. “Yes,” she said, with firm purpose.
“What if that weren’t true, just for one little evening?”
“What if it weren’t true that we are not engaged.”
“Right.”
“Which would mean that we are engaged,” Helena said, just to make sure they were talking about the same thing.
“Right.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“It’s my mother. She’s going to be in town, and now that she knows Rick’s here, she wants to get together with him. And I don’t want to have to explain to him why you aren’t there too.”
“But doesn’t that mean you’ll have to tell your mother this... untruth?”
“That’s why it’s perfect. It gets her off my back times two: about Rick and about finding someone, period.”
“I suspect she’ll eventually become suspicious when we continue to postpone the wedding,” Helena said.
“I will cross that bridge when it stops buying me short-term peace.”
“If all you want is peace, why haven’t you simply told her an untruth already?”
“You don’t know my mother. She won’t believe things unless she sees them, and she won’t see them unless she believes them—but clearly, you and I are a believable couple, given that Rick bought it.”
He hadn’t, of course, so Helena had no real reason to imagine that Myka’s mother would be taken in. Helena tried, “Rick aside, I’m sure Abigail or anyone else you know would be delighted to pretend to have asked for your hand.” She suspected, in fact, that Abigail would throw herself into such a performance. For the entertainment value alone.
“Okay, I get it. You don’t want to do this, which is completely understandable. You’ve already done so much for me, and this is too much. I get it.”
Helena regarded the wire trees whose branches Myka had so carefully disarranged. She hadn’t touched them, hadn’t altered their windblown aspect since that disarrangement. She also had not reoriented the model-piece. Helena, too, had read that it was healthy to look at nature. “I didn’t say it was too much. But... are you always this duplicitous?”
A pause. Helena imagined the blink of lids over those green eyes. Then Myka said, “In my life, I have never been this duplicitous.”
“Then I’m not certain I should support your behaving in a way that is apparently wildly out of character.”
“I didn’t want to have to bring this up,” Myka said, her tone severe, “but: you started it. You’re the one who told Rick we were engaged.”
“No, you started it. You’re the one who had an unfortunate incident in my conference room and ended up in hospital.”
“Technically, then, I think H. pylori started it.”
“You’re blaming the bacterium,” Helena said, incredulous—and yet not at all incredulous.
“Well, I mean. Causes.”
And Helena thought: She may be the strangest person I have ever met. She is certainly one of the loveliest, both physically and—who can say?—very possibly in every other way as well. And regardless of whether those things have any bearing on the situation, you, Helena Wells, are the one who told Rick not to tell her that he knew. And he has apparently held to that, so you owe him some reciprocal courtesy, in terms of not causing Myka any additional embarrassment or trouble. And if telling this story to her mother would lighten any of the weight she bears...
“All right,” Helena said. “When and where?”
“When” was in three days’ time; “where,” Myka’s apartment. “My mom’s a picky eater,” she explained. “It’s easier to cook than to get restaurants to accommodate her.”
“And no one is likely to see us together.”
“There’s that,” Myka agreed.
TBC
#bering and wells#Warehouse 13#fanfic#Helicobacter#part 4#AU week#it should be clear by now that I'm obsessed with causes#both proximate and ultimate#also dealmaking#the whys and wherefores#and with that#the author got on a plane#to go to a place and do a thing#a thing that has to do with causes and consequences#anyway#one of my favorite movie lines#is Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks saying to each other#in Joe Versus the Volcano#'We'll jump and we'll see'#so that's what we'll do
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And it continues || Seblaine
From the minute he’d woken up, Blaine had eyed his laptop, sitting at the small desk in the bedroom. But because Kurt was there, not to mention his discussion about the end of Western Civilization, he waited to go over and turn it on. Maybe that was why it didn’t sting when Kurt didn’t say goodbye, or see you later, didn’t say thank you for the dry cleaning, didn’t even stop to kiss his cheek or give him a hug. He was running late, Blaine argued with himself. Or maybe Blaine was just sadly used to this as how it was between he and Kurt after all this time.
Still, Blaine listened for footsteps, and slowly made his way to the door, peeping out the fisheye peephole, seeing Kurt’s figure make it’s way down the stairs. Then he crossed to the window, looking through the sheer curtains, watching as Kurt hailed and got in a taxi. Finally a smile broke out on his face, as he moved to the desk, flipped open the lid on his laptop, waited for it to load, and signed on. Blaine’s fingers flew over the keyboard almost like they were piano keys, signing in, his smile instantly broadening.
“You’ve got mail,” he said out loud to the empty apartment, seeing a new message in his inbox. It was a quote from one of his favorite romantic comedies featuring Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks. And messages, plural really, how had the spam found him already? He deleted the undesired messages and read the new one from NY 152 before opening a new message.
From: Shopboy
To: NY152
RE: confession
I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends --as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names and met in an online forum for one of what is seemingly becoming many shared interests. This way its almost like we could be talking on the phone, over coffee, over lunch, over drinks...
3 AM? What were you doing up? Or maybe I don’t want to know. I’ll be thinking about you, and your meeting with your father, hoping your eyes aren’t too red and someone around you is smart enough to make sure you’re well caffeinated today. And chef’s kiss on having Prince’s entire catalogue on there. Truly an artist. Even if you hate everything else I listen to, mock my musical tastes, the respect for Simon and Garfunkel, and your guilty pleasure Kelly, along with the addition of Queen and Prince (oh and Jersey Boys!) makes you a-okay in my music books.
Confession: I made a new email for the forum, and I’ve decided not to add it to my phone. That way, I have to be on a computer, have to physically log in, to get to your messages. A bit of a delayed gratification if you will. Maybe it’s silly. But just in the hustle and bustle of life, and the sometimes overwhelming bombardment of life in the digital era, it’s nice to know for me, myself anyway, this is deliberate.
When I got up this morning, before I even saw your message, thinking that there was probably no way there was one from you, I still thought to myself, what will NY 152 say today I wonder? Still I turned on my laptop, waited for it to boot up, sign on to my email client and waited for the inbox to appear wanting to wish you a good day and a great meeting with your father, when surprise, my breath catches in my chest at the sight of a message from you!
I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
This is already longer than I planned and I must go off and do adult things. But I do hope we can continue our music discussions and more and I haven’t scared you away completely.
Have a great day!
@sebastianmartinsmythe
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okay but i really want celebrity plots....
one where they are always getting paired in movies (think meg ryan and tom hanks, emma stone and ryan gosling) and their brief fling while filming their first movie keeps hunting them. with lots of falling back into old ways whenever they have a new project together, travelling to promote and one of them has someone back home, having to sit through interviews talking about significant others, fighting and having to pretend everything is fine.
musicians that can't stop writing songs about each other in a way that their fans have already figured out the entire timeline of their relationship without them having to say a thing lmao and maybe there's still love involved, maybe they broke up because the exposion was too much and one of them couldn't take it anymore. (yes, i'm thinking taylor swift and harry styles)
two actors that played a fan favourite couple in a tv show, dated in real life but it ended as soon as the show was cancelled. and years later they meet again and the spark is still there...inspired by mila kunis and ashton kutcher because cute.
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Innocent hug
Dylan O’Brien x reader
Warnings: mentions of rape, sexual assault, cussing, mentions of smut, Dylan being sweet (this can be possibly triggering!!!!!!) angst
Promt: when Dylan finds you crying after an uncomfortable interview, the two of you find your selves admitting things you never thought you would say again (y’all i just, I don’t even know, I can’t write freaking descriptions hahaha)
Word count: 2712
Disclaimer: so basically the interview is for maze runner, just pretend that you play another character in the movie that was like Thomas’ best friend and newts love interest (also y’all pls send some requests)
Not my gif! Credits to @dyobrien! <3
“Hi I’m Dylan O’Brien!” Started Dylan trying to control himself from his laughter, before the cameras had begun rolling Dylan had cracked a joke that he was still trying to recover from.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N” you said smiling
“I’m Thomas brodie sangster” Thomas said giving the camera a small wave
“And we’re the cast of maze runner” you said still smiling, also trying to control your laughter
“Or at least some of it” Dylan added on making everyone lose it again. Dylan practically fell out of his chair, Thomas giggled and you just kept laughing. Dylan had a habit of making you laugh, it was one of the many things you loved about him. You and Dylan had been best friends since you met on the set of teen wolf. You were a guest star who was quickly killed off. You and Dylan hit it off immediately, you two just got each other. You had the same sense of humor, same interests, and generally you two just felt normal around each other. The two of you stayed connected even after you left the show. Then you were lucky enough to land another part with Dylan in maze runner. Dylan played Thomas, and you played Y/C/N, Thomas’ best friend and Newts love interest. You had become extremely close with the cast, they were like your family. Since the release of the scorch trials you and Dylan had become quite the hit. Though you weren’t together in the movie, everyone shipped it. Two years after scorch trials, you and Dylan were in another movie together! American assassin, Dylan played Mitch Rapp and you of course played Y/C/N, Mitch’s love interest. Everyone wanted you two together, and it was not secret, the two of you were constantly teased on set for “flirting”.
You were doing this interview for the release of your latest movie, Maze Runner: The Death Cure. You were very sad that this series was coming to an end, you were definitely gonna miss it, everyone was.
“So my first question is for all of you actually, out of the three of you, who is the funniest?” The interview met asked
“Dylan and Y/N are both quite hilarious, especially when they are together, they are always cracking jokes and laughing” Thomas said looking at you and Dylan
“We do have fun” you agreed “honestly though I think we are all pretty funny, but Dylan I would say wins this one” you said looking to your right at Dylan
“What can I say? I’m a true born comedian” said Dylan
The questions continued, Dylan and Thomas were asked a lot about work and their new projects, whereas you seemed to be getting the clothes questions, the personal life questions. Things like, “where do you recommend buying clothes?” “How was your trip to Italy” “what are you wearing today”. Sadly that was fairly normal.
“Alright Y/N your up again, now the buzzing question everywhere right now is, are you single?” The interviewer asked
“Yes I am single” you smiled even though you were generally annoyed inside “Im that girl at the family reunions who gets introduced to the 3rd cousins, and who always gets told by the grandmas, “see honey this is why you are still single”” you said
Next to you Dylan weesed and began laughing hysterically. Thomas again just giggled his sweet laugh.
“Well do they know the men you work with? I mean your standards must be pretty high huh?” The interviewer pushed
“Yes yes I guess they are” you said, Dylan laughed next to you
“Why aren’t you with any of them Y/N?” He asked
Your eyebrows knitted together at this question, was he really asking this?
“Well blondie over here” you said gesturing to Thomas “is taken as you know, and taken by one of the nicest people I know, so”
“Well what about you Dylan, I mean the media definitely wants you two together, you two are like Tom hanks and Meg Ryan, and hey if I were you I would totally hit that” he said to Dylan
You froze at this, wtf was this guy doing? Dylan’s eyebrows shot up and his jaw clenched, and Thomas glared at the interviewer.
“Really man?” Dylan asked, you adjusted yourself in your seat, moving your arms to cover your body, you suddenly felt exposed and uncomfortable.
“I was just kidding with you guys” the interviewer said laughing it off
“Wasn't very funny” Dylan said
“Sorry man, didn’t mean any harm” he said putting his hands up in defense
You were shaking, you had a past. A past no one knew about, a past that would be easily triggered by a comment like that.
“Maybe think before you speak next time” Thomas added
“Ya, not cool man” Dylan said
The tension in the room was deadly. But still the interview continued on with only two questions left.
After the interview everyone was checking to make sure you were ok, Dylan kept saying that he’d beat his ass and Thomas just repeated that he is a dick. On the way back to the hotel you were all staying at, the consern eventually died down. Thomas and Dylan were planning on meeting up with ki Hong and kaya at a bar somewhere. They asked if you wanted to join but you kindly refused saying that you needed some me time. They were hesitant at first but then gave in and left you in your hotel room. Once the door closed you ran to the bathroom, looking at yourself in the gold rimmed mirror. Then suddenly you were crying.
“No!” You yelled at yourself “don’t cry, stop it Y/N!” You told yourself, but the tears just kept flowing and they wouldn’t stop.
Dylan’s POV
I swear I was gonna murder that man, who the fuck makes comments like that? I knew Y/N, I knew how this was going to go. I could talk she was shaken up and uncomfortable, but she would never admit that. She never let people in, she claimed she didn’t want to bother anyone with her personal problems. Leaving her alone in her hotel room felt wrong, I knew she wasn’t okay. I could see it in her face. As we walked away from her door, down to the lobby I felt the sudden urge to go back. To run back to her and take her in my arms, stroke her hair and tell her it was ok. Then I decided that that was exactly what I was going to do.
“Hey man I think imma go back, you know how she is, I don’t think she should be alone” I told Thomas, he looked back at me with understanding eyes
“Ofcourse mate” he said nodding, “I think that is a brilliant idea”
“Tell kaya and ki Hong I’m sorry I missed them” I said already waking back to Y/Ns room
“Will do!” He responded
Then I burst out into a run, running back down the hall and to the elevator. I clicked the 6th floor and the second the doors opened I was out, running to Y/Ns door.
Once I got there I took the liberty of unlocking it with the extra key she had given me. She said it was only for emergencies, but I thought I could make an exception. I walked quietly into the hotel room, I opened my mouth to yell for her but then shut it again. I heard muffled cry’s coming from the bedroom. Shit, I hope she’s watching some random soap opera, I hope that’s not her crying.
“Hey Y/N?” I said opening the door to the bedroom
Your POV
When you heard Dylan say your name you quickly sprang into action. Because you were still in the bathroom he wouldn’t be able to see u for at least a few more seconds. You wiped your eyes and tired to put yourself together before walking out to greet him.
“Hey Dylan” you said smiling, keeping up your act
Dylan studied you, he saw your smile, but he also saw your red rimmed eyes and your fidgeting hands, he heard the slight crack in your voice and the tiredness in it as well.
“Are you alright?” He asked stepping slowly toward you
“Ya ya I’m fine! What are you doing here?” You said, way to quickly
Dylan looked at you with sad eyes, it broke him to know that you were hiding from him. “I was worried, I wanted to make sure you were ok”
“We’ll hate to break it to ya, but um you came back for nothing, I am totally fine, faaaaaantastic!” you said smiling at him even more
“You can talk to me” he said stepping closer to you again
“There is nothing to talk about” you said
“Y/N, I know you, I know what you are doing, your not ok, and your hiding it, your shutting me out again”
“Dylan you need to calm down! I. Am. Fine!” You said, he was right though, and you both knew it “you should really go have fun!”
“Y/N-“ he started before being cut off again
“I insist Dylan, please, don’t worry about me, ok?” You said smiling sweetly
“That’s a lot easier said than done” he said looking down, then an idea came to him, it was horrible and he knew you would hate him, but he needed you to let him in “but if that’s what you want, then I’ll leave” he said
“Yes! Go have a good time!” You’d aid practically pushing him out of the bedroom
“See ya later!” You said closing the bedroom door behind him
Dylan walking over to the front door, opened it, and then closed it, still standing in your hotel room. Meanwhile you were listening to hear him leave, and when the door shut you began crying again. Then suddenly strong arms were tapped around your body, pulling you in close. You jumped.
“Hey hey, it’s just me” Dylan said stroking your hair
“But-but you left” you said looking up at him confused
“I didn’t, I’m sorry angel but I needed you to be honest with me” he said looking at you in your eyes. His heart breaking into a million pieces, he hated seeing you like this.
“I-I’m so sorry” you said beginning to cry even harder
“Don’t be sorry angel, it’s ok I’m here” he said hushing you and continuing to stroke you hair. He held you in his arms and never let you go. He held you as you cried, though he was also breaking inside.
After what seemed like forever, your tears ran out and you began to calm down. Dylan still holding you close.
“You wanna talk about it?” He asked sweetly
“Not really” you said sniffling
“You know I will go back and kill That guy if you want me too right?” He said pulling away from you so he could see your face
You didn’t look at him in the eyes, though his tried to find yours
“No it’s ok, really. That guy was a Douche bag, it’s not his fault I have shit” because you had just been crying and weren’t thinking strait, those words just slipped through your mouth. Dylan’s eyes widened and he moved your chin to that you had to face him.
“What kind of shit?” He asked
“Nothing” you said
He widened his eyes saying “really?”
You nodded in response to his action.
“Come on Y/N I’m here, please just talk to me” he pleaded
You stood up and out of Dylan’s grasp. “Listen Dylan, there is a lot you don’t know about me, and it’s all for good reason, ok? I recommend leaving it alone” you said
“I have left it alone for long enough Y/N!” He said standing up as well
“Whatever Dylan” you said waving away his statement
“No! Do not shut me out!” He said walking over to you again grabbing you hands, you could tell he was getting mad, but when he grabbed you it scared you
“No stop! Please! I’m sorry!” You pleaded, Dylan let go of your hands. His heart broke. He looked at you with concerned eyes.
“I’m sorry” he said, he noticed you were shaking, he was so confused, your reaction wasn’t normal. “Please just talk to me, please?”
You sighed and sat down on the bed, putting your face in your hands. Dylan sighed, giving up he began walking away when suddenly you began talking.
“I was 20, it was the first week of my sophomore year of college, my best friend at the time was bugging me about going to some frat party for back to school, the guys she liked had asked her to come and bring a friend. I told her I had to study but she didn’t believe me because it was the first week of school. I wasn’t a party person but I gave in. We got there, and she was drunkenly talking to the guy. I only had one drink, that the guy, his name was Brandon gave me. I started to feel sick and I went to go lie down. I was not thinking strait and when Brandon offered to help me I accepted, he carried me to the bedroom and put me down on the bed. By that time I was confused but barely conscious. He um…” you hesitated, Dylan stared at u in disbelief “he rapped me, he fucking rapped me. I tried to tell my friend but she just accused me of being jealous and not happy for her, saying Brandon would never do that. She never spoke to me again. Then a year later my boyfriend, who I had only been dating for a month or so wanted to ya know do it and I told him I wasn’t ready, I lied telling him I was a virgin. He was fine with it and he said he would wait. He asked again a month later and I still said no, this time he was more angry. We fought and I told him what happened and he called me a slut. We didn’t technically break up but we didn’t really speak. I felt bad so one time I decided to surprise him in his dorm. He was there with another girl. He cheated on me. I never told anyone else about what Brandon did to me. Not my parents, not my friends, not the police.” You finished in tears again
Dylan’s heart was in a million pieces, his best friend was raped and he didn’t know about it. Ofc it was a few years before you met him but he still kicked himself for not protecting you. He loved you! He loved you so damn much. He walked and he wrapped you up in his arms.
“It’s okay angel” he spoke softly so he would scare you. He let his emotions take hold of him, he no longer had control of what he said, “I love you so much and I will never ever leave you or hurt you, I will always protect you.” He told you
You looked up, he just said that he loved you, “what?” You asked
Dylan then realized what he had said “oh um ha” he said scratching the back of his head, screw it he thought. “Ya I love you Y/N, I have loved you for a long time, and and I feel bad telling you now, I don’t wanna take advantage of you but I do. I love you and-“ he was cut off by your lips on his. They were soft, moved as if they were meant for each other.
“I love you too” you said as you smiled
Dylan let out a breath of relief and kissed you again. When Dylan met you, you were nervous about your new job next to big actors, Dylan hugged you trying to comfort you. You never forgot that hug.
You layed in his arms, and for once in a long time you felt light, happy, and safe. And it was all because of one innocent hug.
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The beginning of a Destiel fanfic that I started writing in November of 2016. Have not touched it since. Loosely based around the movie You’ve Got Mail with Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Not putting a ton of effort into this but I’ll post it for shits and giggles. Might be better to switch the characters around but at the time didn’t really know what would work. Maybe even change the business. I thought what I had was cute so I’d love to share.
Description : Struggling boutique bookseller Castiel Novak hates Dean Winchester, the owner of a corporate chain store that just moved in across the street. When they meet online, however, they begin an intense and anonymous Internet romance, oblivious of each other's true identity. Eventually Dean learns that the enchanting man he's involved with is actually his business rival. He must now struggle to reconcile his real-life dislike for him with the cyber love he's come to feel.
You’ve Got Mail
January 24, 2000
Dean sits at his laptop, drinking a beer. He really should be out celebrating his 21st birthday, but Amara is out of town for work as is the rest of his immediate family. Bobby, his father, promised to fly back into New York by evening, but fog had rolled in delaying his flight from Chicago. The fog wasn’t any better here either. So instead of drinking alone in public, he decided to drink alone in the comfort of his flat. Of course he wasn’t technically alone; he had Chevy, his golden retriever, to keep him company, but Chevy preferred to spend his time in his bed that’s about the size of an inner tube.
The machine finally comes to life, still making a few connection sounds. As a joke, Dean navigates his way to the chat rooms. He has never gotten this far, and the computer asks for him to make an account.
Username? What should he make his username? Well, what about NY152? No, that’s his address. TheImpalaMaster? No, he isn’t a douche. It finally hits him, and he enters the name with a chuckle.
ChevyDiePie.
Dean finally makes it into the main chat room, but the one he sees first is the 21 to 30 group. Hey, he’s now finally 21, so why not?
It takes another moment to connect, and while it loads, he gets another beer. Although he just turned 21, this isn’t his first time drinking. Bobby was liberal with Dean drinking the stuff, as long as he didn’t act stupid. Chevy looks up at Dean from his throne as Dean sits back down at the laptop. It looks like he has been logged in.
CHEVYDIEPIE has joined the chat.
At first, Dean thinks he is the only one on. It is late on a Monday, so most people would most likely be in bed. As Dean hovers to exit, the beep of a notification comes.
WINGMAN : Hello. I’m guessing you’re an insomniac also?
Dean laughs slightly to himself. Maybe he won’t have to be alone tonight.
CHEVYDIEPIE : At the moment, no. Just celebrating my 21st birthday in a 21 to 30 chat room.
WINGMAN : Happy birthday.
CHEVYDIEPIE : Thanks.
WINGMAN : You’re welcome.
Dean doesn’t really know what else to say after that. He contemplates getting off when he gets another notification.
WINGMAN : So you’re usually an insomniac though?
Dean doesn’t usually talk about this sort of personal stuff. Or really talk to people, besides Sammy and Adam of course. But this is… this isn’t real life. He can actually talk to people. They don’t have to know anything about him, or anything real that is.
CHEVYDIEPIE : Yeah, I usually just try to get my 4 hours and that keeps me going through the day. With the help of a cup of joe, of course.
WINGMAN : Coffee is indeed one of God’s greatest creations.
CHEVYDIEPIE : Maybe not one of the best, but I see what you mean.
WINGMAN : What else could be better?
This gets Dean smiling again. He hopes this guy isn’t serious. There are so many better things in life. Like... sex. But he doesn’t wish to bring that up with Mr. Anon over here.
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