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Gamers For Groceries 2 event

A Twitch stream event from a few days ago. It can currently be re-watched here (it was fun & interesting, so I do recommend to check it out direct). This post contains some notes on things of particular interest & relevant timestamps, in case this is useful to anyone (for example bc of accessibility reasons).

First up is the All About Animating panel, a series of mini-interviews with game devs (animators) asking what they do, how they got there, and advice for anyone interested in getting into the industry. Some or all of the devs that were interviewed are currently working on DA4. They talked a bit about their day-to-day work and a lot about the craft of game dev animation in general. This segment runs from timestamp ~38 mins 40 secs to 1:07:50. Some notes:

[sounded like DA4] Right now the creature team are working on different creatures in a way which involves going through a lot of mocap data

At BioWare they have a pretty big technical animation team, to support their animators, so each tech animator has a different specialty. Tech anim involves animation support, character art support, and rigging the characters so that the animators can pose them

[not sure if re: DA4 work specifically, another project or a general comment on the craft] One of the featured animators’ area of specialty at the moment is faces and hair (building the control structure for face animations). First they had to decide how the face rig and its control structure would work. This involves a lot of performance capture of live actors for things like cinematics and gameplay animation, therefore the rigs for bodies and faces have to be able to accurately capture the full range of expressions and emotions that the actor is portraying. Right now the stage that this dev is working on most is setting up the heads that they’re getting through the pipeline from character art e.g. making adjustments based on feedback from the cinematics team. “Polish - just trying to get realism”

Hair tech has come quite a long way in the last few years [in the industry]

[not sure if re: DA4 work specifically, another project or a general comment on the craft] Hair is very complex to get right. “In the past most games have used card-based hair, which is basically like sheets of polygons with a texture on it that looks like hair, through layers of transparency. But real hair is strand-based, digital strands, so we’re starting to look into that kind of tech - try to get more realistic, more beautiful hair, but there’s always a performance cost to hair. Layers of transparent things are always an expense, they need to balance like, it looks good and moves well, but it doesn’t make your computer or console chug. [...] I guess we’re in the prototype stage but we’ve almost got a set pipeline. It’s always fun to experiment”

In Mass Effect 2 or 3, Miranda’s hair was as expensive as a whole character (!)

[on balancing hair costs/performance, general] It depends on things like character importance and how many characters are on-screen at the time. When you’re in gameplay fighting a bunch of monsters you’re not going to be giving full beautiful hair to all the characters and the monsters, as it will cost too much. (Having a helmet on is a convenient way to get rid of hair.) But if it’s a cinematic scene, with 2 characters talking to each other in a dramatic context, there’s a better budget for nice hair allocated

Some of the hair in Anthem was quite expensive in cinematics. They kept getting bugs from QA saying (for example) that a character’s hair was tripling the performance cost in the scene, so it would go back to character art so they could take away some of the hair cards. “Tough balance, quality versus cost”

“I wish all the characters could have beautiful strand hair”

For p-cap, a lot of the time they don’t want to be too prescriptive in terms of the direction that they’re giving the actors, as the actors know what they’re doing and have a lot of experience, so they give them vague instructions that they then riff off of

[sounded like DA4] They recently did a mocap shoot

[sounded like DA4] There’s a bit more productivity happening now in the pandemic situation; now that the animators are not all going to the capture lab in Vancouver in person for shoots, if it’s not their turn to direct a shot they can instead be working on something else on their computers (multi-tasking). ((Lead DA4 Producer Scylla Costa recently gave a talk at a games festival on the challenges of DA production during the pandemic. In part of this talk he talked about various benefits and drawbacks to the remote-working situation. He also talked about and showed some behind-the-scenes stuff for p-cap and mocap. Notes, images and link here))

[sounded like DA4] Special mocap suits were sent out that they can use with a laptop to go anywhere and shoot motion capture. It’s not as high fidelity as what comes out of the capture lab, but it’s really good for prototyping stuff. Before the pandemic they did some of this (going to a park and shooting some running around)

[sounded like DA4] In one of the shoots they had some actors who were really well-trained in dancing. They were trying to get them to do some combat stuff. This was a bit challenging in the pandemic situation as there’s only so much they can demonstrate/portray as an example to the actors from a distance on camera. “It’s hard to describe what a ‘dodge to attack’ is through the camera to somebody who has no idea what combat looks like in video games”

[not sure if re: DA4 work specifically, another project or a general comment on the craft] The pandemic has really affected performance capture for the face side of things badly, as in order to record, the actor gets dots painted on their face in specific locations by a makeup artist. They can’t do that right now because of social distancing/restrictions, so they haven’t been recording faces at the moment

The more detailed a face, the more joints it has, the more the cost to performance is

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There was also the Writers’ Block panel, featuring DA writers Mary Kirby, Sheryl Chee and Patrick Weekes, and DA editor Karin Weekes. The timestamps for this segment are ~2:37:50 - 3:26:20. Some notes:

PW has never been weirder than when they were writing Cole on DAI

PW thinks that they accidentally wrote part of “Timber” by Kesha into Solas at one point and they were like “Well, okay, I have to stop listening to Kesha”

For Sheryl, after a while Blackwall’s VA always nailed doing his lines. She loved the quality of his voice and so after a while would always hear his voice while she was writing. This really worked out

^ Mary had this with Merrill. As soon as they cast Eve Myles she listened to several hours of her in Torchwood, and then just wrote to the way that she spoke as much as possible

^ PW had this with GDL as Solas and FPJ as Bull. As soon as they heard FPJ’s delivery, they were like “Oh, okay, I have to write some lines differently, because Bull is smarter than I realized”. With GDL they were like “Okay, he’s going to put poetry into anything I say, in the best way possible”. In early drafts of Solas lines there were parts where they [PW] wondered “Is this too melodramatic? Is this too tragically-angstful?” and then they would hear GDL and be like “Oh! [It’s fine] Game on!”

For localization, German words are often quite long so they often have to make sure that everything fits on the GUI

They think scenes like the romance scenes sound prettier in the Italian versions

Behind the curtain in creating the in-world languages: PW: “There are some awesome websites that have every elven word, like ‘Here are the translations and verb tenses and conjugations’ [etc], [...] and usually Mary and I get very sad slightly looking at those pages going like ‘Does that mean that we have to stick to that?’ [...] The rule is, if I’ve looked at the Wiki and the words, and I go ‘Here’s the correct grammatical way to do it’, and if that turns out to be too long or too many disconnected syllables and it just looks bad or sounds bad, then we shorten it to something simpler, because the key is we want to give the flavor of a foreign language, but we don’t have the world-building budget and capacity to make something that is going to be dictionary-real [in a way that] someone could go through and translate all the background things written on the old temple walls”. Part of the reason for this is the consideration for VAs, who already have to act while bearing lots of things in mind, like the cues in the script for each line

Mary: “For building a language, the first things that I started with for qunlat, elven and dwarven, was what words do we need to use the most? Greetings, farewells, words for friend and enemy, basic things that will come up easily in conversation. After that it’s ‘How difficult is this for other writers to use?’ Can they just pick it off the Wiki? Do they need just one word? Do they need to write whole sentences, and how does that work? Qunlat has almost no grammar to it because asking anyone to learn how to use Qunari grammar and conjugate verbs in a pretend language is impossible, and then once you’ve done that a human being has to be able to read it, while not knowing what any of it means”

PW: “One thing that I was really impressed with with Mary in particular doing, Mary was one of the big lore people across the entire DA series; I can look at a word and go like, ‘That has two A’s in a row, that’s definitely a Qunari word. That word is kind of long and maybe has some apostrophes and has a couple of flowy vowel sounds, that’s probably elven’, I think that’s what’s important. You want players to be able to look at a word, players want to feel smart, [like] ‘Oh I don’t know what that means but I totally know that’s a word from the Qunari people!’”. Mary: “Every language has its own set of phonemes, the sounds that they make, and the sort of word structure and spelling so that it gives a flavor to that language. Hopefully that is always chosen to be pronounceable, because again, very important that the words can be said by human beings :D”

Sheryl: “One of the fun things to do is to make up swear words in the fake languages [...] Recently Brianne wanted a word, I don’t know if she managed to find one”

The origin of bosh’tet in ME: it’s just saying “bastard” and slurring it

PW: “I feel like there are times when past writers kind of leave traps for future writers, where past writers will go ‘Okay, I’m going to write this detailed phrase in a codex entry but don’t worry, it doesn’t matter if it can never be said aloud, because it’ll never have to be voiced!’ and then, next game, guess what guys! Look what you have to make someone [a VA] say! And you’re like [facepalm], c’mon!”

Karin: “Now, four games in, we have pages and pages of all these examples, and I wanna say this, well that’s how we said something before, well that’s ridiculous, I don’t wanna say that, but now we’ve said it and it’s out there, so it’s like, how do we, y’know, how do we evolve, and sometimes we just go ‘Screw it! Languages are living languages! We’ll just say it like this now!’”

PW's favorite is the sarcastic Mythal’enaste, “Because it’s the sarcastic Mythal's blessing that basically means you’re getting screwed over somehow. I love it because Mythal nasty! Whoever wrote that clearly never thought that someone would have to say this out loud”

Sheryl wrote Bull’s joke icicles line. She also wrote Isabela’s big boats line - Jennifer took it out but then DG was like “No it has to come back”

They have a pun test, they get a few of them and have to allot them wisely so as not to oversaturate on the puns. “Is this good/bad enough to be one of the times that we pull the trigger? We did have one of those recently, I obviously can’t talk about it, but it was pronounced Okay to go ahead”

The ‘baby-est’ writer is Brianne, who’s been there 8 years

It makes PW sad that the players never get to see the writers’ temp-text [placeholder text when portions are a WIP]. “People have the best temp-text". Mary: “The number of conversations that I’ve temped in like ‘WELL. I hope nothing BAD happens HERE’”

Q. If you could bring in anybody from outside of gamedev, who would you like to work with and do a writer’s session with? PW: “I will say romance novelist Nora Roberts, she is really smart and also she knows how to write inside a genre, and do wonders within it. Her structure is so good. If you pick up one of her books, you know here’s when this is gonna happen, here’s when they’re gonna meet, here’s when this first moment will happen. We’re all experienced and I feel pretty good about that but I really like all of the things she does that way, and also I am a sucker for romance so I would love to bring a romance novelist in and just have them look at our scenes and go ‘Okay here, no, they should pull the tie so that the article of clothing comes open, we need a sense of how warm the skin is here’ - something like that. I’d wanna see what they could do with that”

“Luke writes the best worst lines”

“I’m always impressed with Mary getting away with lines. There are lines that I look at like, wow, you buried that one. [...] The only players who get that line, I feel like they earned it if they went that far into it. [...] And then Varric or Merrill says a ridiculous line in a one-time throwaway”

Karin: “The group dynamic, you’ll see conversations or snippets of a lunch chat or a thing we’ve been joking about and you’ll see it get pulled in, and how all of you [the writers] are able to take a normal kind of thing - as normal as we get as a group anyway - and then turn it into a moment, and use it to further the plot or use it to further a character. It’s just the cleverest thing and it happens in so many different ways. [...] The little snippet of life, then how you crafted it into this very cool thing”

Quartermaster Threnn was written by PW in half a day. “When I was writing Threnn, ‘Okay, this is a good-hearted [person], I was doing a little bit of Steel Magnolias, southern, no-nonsense, but like, blue collar Steel Magnolias’. This is someone accustomed to the ways of the world so she’s going to call a spade a spade. If you come up to her and you’re an elf she doesn’t recognize you and says ‘Buckets are over there’ because she thinks you’re there to clean, [but] ‘Anyone calls you a knife-ear you come to me I’ll take care of it’. It’s problematic but she’s trying - the good-hearted person rooted for the wrong group on every occasion. She was a proud Loghain supporter, she gets really exited if he comes to Skyhold. That was a fun character for me to write because I had a viewpoint in my mind. I remember someone was like ‘Threnn is really important to me’. And you have to honor that, cause you’re like ‘Cool, it means so much to me that this connected with some part of you’”

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Also of interest was the Mass Affection panel, in which BioWare devs looked back in over a decade of history to remaster a classic. It featured devs who worked on MELE. The timestamps for this segment are ~3:36:09 - 4:24:37. Some notes:

When the pandemic hit the MELE team were in a relatively awkward spot. They were really entering into what they consider full production and were on-boarding a bunch of teams, as well as training and on-boarding third-party external partner specialized teams worldwide. When the pandemic hit, BioWare and EA were super on top of it. They were tracking it weeks beforehand, getting everyone their computers ready, and getting everything encrypted. When the middle of March 2020 hit they were home rightaway. EA were nothing but supportive throughout the entire thing. They got money every quarter for stuff. It functionally ‘hit’ at 4-6 different times for them as the pandemic occurred in different places throughout the world at different times depending on each country’s response plan (and their external partners were in different countries). “So it was one of those things where it was just like, every day we’d come in like can we still work with this company anymore? Do we need to find someone else? Do we need to pull people in off the other projects at BioWare to fill gaps here and there?”

There was a bug on Virmire at the part when you’re coming into the STG camp. If the Mako had its new boosters on and you came hurtling in really fast, it cut to the cutscene, but the Mako hit a jump and when Ash was like “What do we do now?” the Mako ended up literally flying around in the background sideways and then crashing into the camp

Another bug: when they were re-tuning the guns, the physics force on some of the guns with Hammerhead rounds was so high that when you were fighting some of the Thorian Creepers, you could ragdoll them so hard that you could basically embed them in the roof. They’d be moving so fast that they’d penetrate all the walls with their legs dangling out. It was so easy to do and you could do it to everybody. You could launch a geth halfway across an Uncharted World

Another bug: with Shepard’s casual appearance in ME3, if you didn’t have it set up perfectly correctly it would default to Grunt for some reason. You’d be walking around as Grunt, going on dates as Grunt, and your face would be all scrunched up because it was all mapped to human bones still, so it was just, like, Nightmare Fuel of Grunt

Another bug: in ME2 on Illium when trying to recruit Samara, the Asari enemies just would not stop screaming - regardless of whether they were hit or not, it was endless screaming. Later one of the devs got an audio file of the scream, endless and looped, and now one of the devs has it on their phone and uses it for their morning alarm tone

“Shepard would come up to characters and they’d just be screaming”

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There was also the Programming Variables panel, talking about what hurdles game programmers face. Some [or all?] of the devs that were part of this panel are currently working on DA4. They talked a bit about their day-to-day work and about the craft of game dev programming in general. The timestamps for this segment are ~ 4:24:46 - 5:06:02.

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“I shouldn’t have let you go.” (Adam Driver)

by now, yall already know about my obsession with adam driver, so i decided to write a fic about him, what a surprise! it’s been a while since i last wrote anything off my drabble list, so i thought i would do this one for that. also thank you @softboyshawn for motivating me to write it, you always know when to give me a push!!

word count: 3.2K

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Walking into the building Adam pushes his shades up to the top of his head, keeping his hair out of his forehead. He intended to get a haircut weeks ago, but he wasn’t sure what’s gonna be needed for this role, so he decided to keep it long just for a little longer. He is welcomed by a nice receptionist who helps him out with where he has to head for the reading and he takes the elevator with a delightful smile on his lips.

He feels thankful to be back in the drill, working is exactly what he needs right now, something to keep him busy and focused on what’s important. Starting a new movie is always exciting and powering for him, meeting new people, challenging himself with new scenes, this is what he loves the most.

As he steps into the small auditorium that was turned into the location for the reading he looks around, searching for familiar faces around the long table that has a labelled seat for every role in the movie. His eyes meet a well-known face and he can’t help but chuckle as he approaches the director, Shawn Levy holding his arms out for a brotherly hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again!” Shawn pats his back.

“You too, man.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be at your audition, but to be honest, I knew you would be the perfect for the role,” Shawn lets him in on this little secret.

The two of them has worked together in 2014 and Shawn didn’t doubt Adam would be the perfect fit for his new movie’s leading role. He told his assistant to reach out to Adam and ask him to audition. It was kind of an informal meet up with the movie’s producer with a short screen test and they were entirely sure Adam is the one to cast for the role of Derek Lahey, the big city guy moving back to his mother following a split from his long-term girlfriend after he finds out she’s been cheating on him for quite a while.

“It’s alright,” Adam smiles as they let go of each other.

“You got the new script, right?” he asks pointing at the table where Adam sees a rack of scripts in the middle.

“Yeah, got it yesterday, I gave it a few reads last night.”

“Amazing. We had to make a few changes last minute, sorry about it. But we had a change in the cast as well.”

“The cast?” Adam furrows his eyebrows as Shawn looks around and his eyes lighten up when he sees someone he was looking for.

“Yeah, you remember Y/N?”

As Adam turns to the side and his eyes meet hers, he can’t even figure what to do or say. It’s been about four years he last saw Y/N, but time has definitely changed her and it’s kind of taking his breath away. The shy, baby-faced girl has turned into a very mature, eye-catching young woman, but there are some things that stayed the same. Like her freckles all over her nose, her dimples when she smiles and those amazingly dark eyes that just pop out thanks to her reddish-blonde hair she refuses to dye for any role.

“Hi, Adam,” Y/N smiles, feeling just as startled by his presence as he is at hers, but snapping out of his awe he finally goes for a friendly hug.

“Y/N, you’re the change in the cast?”

“The girl we originally casted broke her leg, so we needed to make a quick decision in order to start filming in time. Luckily, Y/N was able to take the job!” Shawn taps her arm smiling at her happily and she tugs her hair behind her ears. Adam finds himself staring at her longer than he should be, so he forces himself to look over at his director friend.

“It’s like a mini reunion,” Adam chuckles. All three of them worked on This Is Where I Leave You in 2014, a time Adam definitely hasn’t forgotten about.

“Take your seats, guys, we’ll start soon,” Shawn says before drifting off to another cast member, welcoming everyone.

“I’m sorry if working with me is uncomfortable for you,” Y/N starts when they are alone. “I thought about saying no, but… this is a great opportunity for me.”

“It’s not uncomfortable! I’m very glad to see you. Honestly.”

Their history is a little longer than the other cast members’. Five years ago, when filming started they hit it off pretty quick on set, even though Y/N was just an extra back then, while Adam was one of the main actors. He was freshly wedded at that time, only one year into his marriage and Y/N was… a realization for him. A realization that hit too late, definitely not at the right time. As a 22 year-old ambitious actress at the start of her career, meeting Adam and somehow forming a bond with him was confusing for the both of them. Adam first questioned his marriage and tried to deal with his confusing feelings for this girl who also seemed just too young for him at the time, while Y/N feared she might ruin an entire marriage and became the blame for the divorce of an up-and-coming, popular actor, which could also ruin her career.

Nothing ever happened between them, they refused to let it go too far. Besides stolen glances and touches, deep conversations and shared secrets, they never crossed the line from where they could have never returned. Once filming and the premier was over, they forced to lose touch thinking this is what’s best for everyone. They went their own ways until their paths crossed again in this room, forcing them to face each other again.

“Well, that’s good to hear, because we’ll spend a lot of time together,” she chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, I guess,” he nods smiling down at him.

All through the reading Adam can’t help but sneak glances at Y/N, sitting right across him, whenever he could, slowly listing everything that changed about her and things that stayed just the same. Their eyes meet a couple of times, Y/N blushes whenever it happens, focusing her gaze down at her script.

“Great job! Thank you for everyone, I can’t wait to see this on the screen!” Shawn cheers once the reading is finished and a round of applause follows his words. “See you on set in three days!”

Everyone starts packing and Adam makes sure he finishes quickly so he can walk over to Y/N.

“Hey, wanna grab lunch with me? We could catch up a little.”

He hopes his offer didn’t come out as anxious as he feels, waiting for her answer. She hesitates for a moment, sliding her script into her bag before nodding her head.

“Okay. Why not?”

They are perfectly hidden in their booth in the nearby diner they chose to eat in. Adam is anxiously scanning through the menu even though he knows what he wants, but is just too afraid to look into her eyes.

“So, how have you been?” she breaks the silence putting her menu down and their eyes finally meet again.

“Um… busy, mostly.”

“Congrats on the Star Wars movies. You were great in all of them.”

“You saw them?” He is genuinely surprised, he never thought she would be the kind of girl to watch them.

“Yeah. Wanted to see what the hype is about,” she smirks leaning back in her seat. “Turned out I like watching dudes in uniform, fighting with some more dudes, without uniform.”

Adam laughs shaking his head, happy that her humor hasn’t changed.

“That’s exactly what Star Wars is about.”

“Alright, so what’s up with you outside work?”

Before he could answer their waitress arrives. She takes their order and collecting the menus she disappears leaving them alone again.

“Outside work?” Adam inhales rubbing his hands to his thighs. “Um, not much. I’ve been hitting up the gym daily, I’m learning to cook and…” He pauses for a moment, debating whether if it’s the best time to admit it or not, but he decides it’s something that should be cleared. “You know, I have a lot of time since I got divorced last year.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide as this wasn’t something she expected to hear.

“What? Oh God, I didn’t know… I’m so sorry, Adam.”

“Don’t be, it was for the best,” he sighs with a sad smile. Even though it really was the best choice, it took a toll on both of them, letting go of something that was supposed to last forever.

“How are you holding up?”

“Fine, I’m trying to focus on work, most of the time.”

Y/N nods in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s a great technique. I… I did the same when my boyfriend broke up with me after two years.”

“Oh. I didn’t… I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“Have you been keeping an eye on me?” she smirks, making him realize it sounded like he has been following her ever since they stopped talking.

“I wasn’t—That’s not how I meant it…”

“I know, relax,” she chuckles. “I kept it as low-key as possible. Turns out it was the best choice since the asshole left me for some high school senior,” she grimaces.

“Ouch, that sounds… illegal?”

“Kind of, but that’s not my problem anymore,” she shrugs. “So, I guess we both had our ups and downs lately.”

“Seems like.”

Adam feels like this is the moment when he is supposed to say that he is sorry for the way they parted. Things were getting out of hands and he knew it was time to make a decision. Work on things with his wife or end it and give it a try with Y/N. He made the wrong choice, but regardless of this, he also chose the wrong way to let her know they can’t do it any longer.

“Y/N, listen. I—“

“Don’t,” she shakes her head. “I totally get it. Let’s just… move on. Okay?”

Looking into her eyes he sees how much she doesn’t want to talk about it and forgetting about the past is exactly what he wants to do. So nodding they come to a silent agreement. The past is left behind, they have started a new, empty page.

***

Heading to her trailer Adam runs his fingers through his hair and fixes the shirt that’s already his outfit for the filming. Knocking on the door he waits for her to call out, but instead she opens it for him.

“Hey! Got your text, everything alright?” Standing at the bottom of the stairs he is finally shorter than her so he has to look up at her.

“Come in,” she nods and he follows her inside.

She is still in her robe, but her makeup and hair is done, ready to take up on the role of Leah, the next door girl Derek falls for upon coming home.

“I’m a little freaked out,” she admits, fear filling her dark irises as she stares at him, arms hugging herself.

“Hey, relax, it’s fine.” He immediately figures what the problem is, the first day of filming coming at her a little more intense than she thought.

Taking her hands he pulls her to the small couch at the back of the trailer and they sit down next to each other.

“Talk to me, okay? Tell me how you feel.”

“I-I’m… I’m just afraid I will blow this. This is my first big role, like a main role and I’m so afraid I’ll disappoint Shawn,” she sighs in despair.

“You can’t disappoint him, he wouldn’t have casted you if you weren’t good. Believe me.”

“I just don’t want to embarrass myself, forgetting my line or something.” “I’ll do that all the time, don’t worry.”

“Oh please, I bet you already know even my lines!” she rolls her eyes chuckling.

“I definitely don’t. Don’t you remember how much I messed up back then? I think half the gag roll is about me.”

“I loved it when you started laughing at your own line,” she chuckles recalling the memory.

“See? Don’t worry about messing up, I’ll do the same, though I’m sure you’ll be great. Just don’t stress okay?”

She nods taking a few deep breaths. Adam feels a sense of intimacy in how they shared this moment, something he missed so much ever since they stopped talking. They had so many moments before, in between takes, after filming, early before filming, they were seeking all these little sparks since they didn’t have more. They couldn’t have more.

“You’ll be fine?” Adam asks squeezing her hand.

“Yes. Thank you for coming by,” she nods smiling as they stand up and head to the door. “See you in a bit.”

He just nods smiling and leaves so she can get dressed and ready for the start.

Filming together is now a different experience for the both of us. While they had no interaction on the screen before, now they had to bring a whole romance alive and though Y/N has seen Adam work his magic, it’s the first time he see her in real action. And his mind is blown away. Seeing her change into a whole different character amazes him on a different level and in between takes he thinks about how he has never felt like this with another cast member he worked with on a movie. She is just… different.

Once filming is over Adam is in his trailer, taking his time to get ready to leave when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Glancing up from his phone he turns to the door and see Y/N sticking her head inside with a warm smile on her lips.

“Hey.”

“Hi, come on in!” he invites her inside and she walks in closing the door behind her. “So, how did you feel on your first day?”

Without even answering the question Y/N strides over to him and hugs him. It takes him by surprise but after a second of hesitation he wraps his arms around her.

“Thanks for being so patient and nice with me all day. And messing your lines up on purpose.”

A deep chuckle shakes his chest as he holds her close.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” he lies, but she just smiles to herself before letting him go.

“Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Not really.”

“Then what do you say, staying a little, celebrating the first day? I have some wine in my trailer.”

“Sounds great,” he smiles.

Twenty minutes later they are sitting on the floor in her trailer, drinking white wine out of plastic cups and laughing about anything and everything.

“I remember that day!” he chuckles holding his cup up.

“Yeah, it’s not hard remembering me spilling three cups of coffees on myself,” she snorts taking a sup from her drink.

“Fuck, I missed having you around,” Adam sighs closing his eyes. If he weren’t four drinks into the evening, he probably wouldn’t have said that, but now it’s already out there.

“You did?” Y/N tilts her head smiling at him, watching him lean his head against the wall behind him.

“I did,” he nods, eyes still closed.

“I missed having you around too. I missed our talks.”

“I’m sorry for the way it ended.”

“Hey, we agreed on not talking about that!”

“I know, but… I really wanted to tell you that,” he sighs looking down at his cup, stirring the wine around before chugging it down and pouring some more from the bottle.

“I don’t blame you. You were married and we were… dancing on a dangerous line.”

Glancing up at her he watches her just sit there, busy with her own drink and he admires this moment, something he has been waiting for years to have again. He regrets making the wrong choice back then, thought he understands his own reasoning behind it. People don’t just give up on a marriage, he couldn’t have known it wasn’t gonna work out. But he also lost so much time with her and that’s his biggest regret.

“I shouldn’t have let you go,” he breathes out.

Lifting her gaze up her eyes meet his as they stare at each other, feeling the change in the conversation, obviously. An absent-minded smile appears on her light pink lips as she tugs her hair behind her ear.

“I always thought that you found me too young, outside all the other circumstances we had.”

“I did think about being an old man compared to you,” he chuckles. “But I feel like it was bridged pretty fast.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I mean, it’s not even ten years, the world has seen way worse,” he chuckles making her laugh as well.

“You’re right.”

Putting his drink down to the floor he climbs over to her and sits next to her, resting his back against the couch just like she is doing and they sit there in silence for a couple of moments before Y/N rests her head on his shoulder.

“Adam?” she breaks the silence.

“Yes?”

“I think we are at the line again.”

“Yeah. We are.”

Another short silence while Adam turns to the side a bit, just enough to brush his lips against the crown of her head.

“Are we gonna cross it this time?” Lifting her head she looks at him with doubtful eyes as she puts her drink aside too.

Instead of answering his hands find their way to her waist and somehow he pulls her to his lap, her knees on each of his sides, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

“I don’t know what we are going to do, but I’m gonna cross the line.”

And without hesitation he presses his lips to hers. She doesn’t think twice before returning the kiss since she’s been waiting for this moment from the day she met him. He digs his fingers into her hair at the back of her head while she combs through his messy strands too, kissing like it’s their last moment on Earth. His hands slide under her shirt and soon it lands on the floor somewhere next to them.

As much as she wants to continue this, she still doesn’t want to do it lying on the floor of her trailer, that’s not what they deserve. So pushing away she tries to catch her breath while she admires his swollen lips and messy hair, running her fingers along his cheeks.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here. Not like this.”

“You’re right,” he nods realizing he got a little carried away.

Leaning down she softly kisses him again before sliding off his lap, landing on the floor again.

“We should head home, we have work tomorrow,” she advises as they slowly get up from the floor and gather their stuff, getting ready to leave.

Walking out to the parking lot they stand midway between their cars, staring up at each other, neither of them wanting to leave.

“See you tomorrow?” She bites into her bottom lip and it’s enough to drive him crazy. Pulling her closer he kisses her again.

“Yeah. How about dinner after filming?”

“Sure,” she smiles.

“It’s a date,” he raises his eyebrows as they start backing towards their cars.

“Surely is,” she chuckles. Right as she is about to turn around Adam leaps in her direction and running back to her he kisses her once more before sprinting back to his car.

Giggling to herself she gets into the car and heads home, knowing he would be here in the morning, ready to continue everything from where they left it off.

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Chris Wood on FatMan Beyond with Kevin Smith and Marc Bernardin. (Full interview transcript)

A MASSIVE, MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @bwaybenoist WHO HELPED ME A LOT WITH THIS. ❤❤❤❤

to the anon who requested this, and for whoever wants to read this, enjoy!

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Kevin: One of my favorite people in the world, man. If you're lucky enough, you get to work with people you like, and I met this kid on a set and most people on sets, you know, 'not necessarily all likable and stuff like that.

Marc: Careful.

Kevin: Yeah. (indistinct) This kid ain't just likable, he's fucking lovable, man. I was like, goddamn it, I fell in love with him the way I fell in love with Ben Affleck, where I'm like "You should be in everything! Fuckin, you should play Fletch." I still to this day think he'd be the perfect Fletch based on the Gregory McDonald books. When we got lucky enough to work on Masters of the Universe from Mattel on Netflix, I, you know, there was always a like "We could probably get a big cast for this" and stuff, so I played very few cards in terms of like "Well, here's who I think you could get and stuff like that" because Netflix, Mattel, these cats putting up the money, they should tell us who they want and stuff and Teddy who's our Netflix exec, he loves MOTU, so like casting of course with Netflix, the ability to draw talent is gonna be right up his alley. But one of the only names I put forward in the process..I was like “I worked with Chris Wood, and he is SO good, like he would be an excellent Prince Adam and He-Man as well of course, but like, can I put him on the list?” and they put him on the list, and you know, I thought that was gonna be it, “Kevin made a suggestion and we’ll put him in there and then it will never happen.” And he got the job, legit got the job. Mattel loved him, Netflix loved him, boom, he’s our prince Adam! So, here tonight, you got him? Here tonight, man..*Skype sound* Making a little chit-chat, that’s the sound of joy. That means we’re gonna talk to a guest, we get to open the door and welcome to Fatman Beyond, uh, He-Man himself, ladies and gentleman, Prince Adam, I give you..Chris Wood.

Chris: Oh my goodness.

Marc: Look at that intro.

Kevin: And look at that pretty ass man, look at how pretty he is.

Chris: *Plays Jellicle Cats from CATS*

Kevin: Somebody’s been listening to the show!

Chris: Reminiscing about..the Winter Garden Theater.

Kevin: This is actually..I was gonna say..

Chris: My first Broadway show I ever saw, Kevin!

K: Was CATS?

C: Was CATS!

K: I totally forgot as we were sitting here, going “Nobody’s gonna care about us talking about Broadway.” There’s one guy waiting to be on the show who was like “I’d love it if it was all--”

C: I was having the time of my life! This was like Batman, Broadway edition, I loved it.

K: Give us the full rundown of every Broadway show that you’ve ever seen, and when you say Broadway, do you mean--

C: I mean, I mean Broadway.

K: You mean like seeing it on Broadway, not just live theater.

C: No man, that’s where I got my start, that was my whole...the stage was my whole thing. You’d have to sit here for like three hours to hear all of the shows I ever saw..

K: Are you serious? So wait you-

C: It’s got a soft place in my heart still.

K: You uhm, I remember when I was working on Supergirl, at one point Melissa was just like: “He was in Sweeney Todd!” and I was like “What?” Were you in Sweeney Todd?

C: It’s true, yeah.

M: With Victor Garber?

C: Yeah.

K: Yeah, it’s surprising, he was in Sweeney Todd and has worked on a Victor Garber adjacent show.

C: Yeah.

K: I (was) saying before Ben Affleck’s my last card, I’m turning to Chris Wood to make that Victor Garber connection.

C: Yeeees! Hey guys!

M: Hey man!

K: How are you sir?

C: What’s going on?

K: So wait, what- you were a musical theater guy.Correct?

C: That (was) my thing, man. All through college and high school and growing up, that was like-- aside from making movies on my Super8-- that was my, that was my other hobby.

K: What is uh- look, for those who don’t follow very closely: Chris has acted for a long time, I met him playing Mon-El when I was directing Supergirl episodes. Of course as I said, he’s playing our He-Man. What was the vampire show that Mewes loves that you were on?

C: The Vampire Diaries, yeah, yeah.

K: The Vampire Diaries as well and stuff, uhm, and he’s a wonderful actor and gorgeous human being but-

C: You’re always- you have the kindest intros in the world, Kevin. You’re- I come on just blushing every time I talk to you.

K: He’s wonderful (but) this is wanna lay out there: he is a fucking hell of a writer.

M: Outstanding.

C: Oh wow! It’s still going!

K: And you know that like I’m not just saying it’s a butter him up because we could totally just talk about He-Man and that’s it but like-- I’ve read a script that he wrote that took me back to 1994, where I was like-- This is what I felt like when I saw Indie Film. It reignited a love for indie film because the film was impressionistic and wonderful and original and singular in vision and stuff..

C: And nobody will ever make it..*Laughs* All of the qualities of a terrific independent film.

K: You got- you got some pushback on the movie. “Some people like this? What?” but he wrote- didn’t you write a script that went someplace legit or whatnot? Are you allowed to talk about it?

C: I did, yeah. It’s not public yet, but we’re--

K: That’s not public? That wasn’t in the trades or anything like that?

C: Not yet, man. It’s still like..under the table wheeling and dealing.

K: Alright, we can’t say what it is, but I can tell you right now, it’s like- it’s something that you and I (Marc) would work our Whole lives to achieve and we’ve been doing- all we have is writing. And this motherfucker has everything in life and he’s about to have that as well. But well worth it, because he’s wonderful at the written word. What do you attribute that to?

C: The written word?

K: Yeah. Where’d you- How come you’re such a good writer?

C: Well, that’s very- Thank you first of all. Uhm, writing, I always kinda did it. I think I was like you, Kev, when I was a kid I just- no one was giving me pages to shoot or to have my friends put on plays in the garage, so I had to write my own words. So, I kind of always done it. I remember writing plays and I’d write up thirty pages of a script when I was 13 years old and I’d hand it out to my cousins and we’d perform it for all of our aunts and uncles and grandparents. I kind of always done it, just never been paid for it.

K: Yeah, that’s the dream, to get paid for it at the same time. I saw when my man got married, he whipped out beautiful words as well. Like you know, where you get to like say something to your-

M: Your vows.

K: There you go. That’s that word, “vows”

C: “What do we call those *snaps fingers* those promises we make.

K: I smoked those away. *Laughs* Even his vows, were like beautiful, like incredibly well fuckin written, beautiful choice of words, look-

C: My missus..

K: I mean, yes.

C: (Blew me out) the water.

K: Who went first, was it you or her who went first?

C: She went first, that’s why I couldn’ t-- I couldn’t speak through mine.

K: Yeah, both of them got real beautiful.

C: Oh man..

K: The thing is, I knew Woody was a writer because I read his script and what not. Didn’t homegirl open with “I’m not a writer” and then dropped one of the most beautiful fucking speeches that you’ve ever heard in your life? It was really great, really special for me to be there for, man. The point is this kid here writes well, the point is one day he’s gonna take my advice and write himself his own fucking lead in the movie that he should make, particularly that one that I love and make a movie, ‘cause he’s got all the ingredients. Like you know, like me I was like “I wanna make a movie” but like I had to hire actors and shit like that. Well, not hire but beg them to be in it. Thank God they were. But like he could write himself a part and be that fucking part and direct himself in the part, because he’s been on enough sets so knows how the process works.

M: So what you’re saying is he’s unfair.

K: Yes, I don’t want to say it in front of him and embarrass the man but yeah.

C: I’m so sorry.

K: Um, take us into, for those watching at home uh, talk a little bit about Vampire Diaries. When did that, was that the first thing you did?

C: That was one of my early kind of like public roles, um, I had done some stuff before that, nothing really that caught on with a fan base. That was sort of the first thing I did where people got excited about a character I was doing, um and wanted more of them, so they wrote me more stuff, um, yeah that was, I guess, I started on that seven years ago? Eight years ago?

K: And what was the, did you leave? Did they kill you off gracefully? Did you leave because you were like “I don’t want to do this”.

C: Yeah, I was a bad guy, so with like all good villains in our favourite shows, they have to meet some sort of demise or just, you know go into a spin-off *Laughs*. It’s kind of either-or. Or they’re Skeletor and then they just exist forever as an equal force.

K: So after, how long were you done with that show before you went and did Supergirl?

C: So I did a couple of things after that, um, I did a mini-series and I was on a limited series called ‘Containment’ about a pandemic, much like what we’re living in now. A little too timely, I kind of don’t recommend it at the moment, but yeah I did that and then right after that ended, that’s when I went up to Vancouver.

K; So wait, and if I remember correctly, Containment, did Julie Plec do that? Didn’t she also…

C: Yeah, yeah, that was Julie Plec, who did Vampire Diaries. She kind of pulled me across, from that experience.

K: When you’re making it, are you like “silly fictional world this will never happen.”.

M: “I’ll never need to remember any of this.”.

C: You know what, I feel like in a way the show kind of prepared me for the quarantine because I read so much about the Spanish Flu and about outbreaks and what actually happened, so when this all started happening, I was like “guys no no no, this is real” you know like, when people who play lawyers think they’re lawyers? It was kind of one of those things, suddenly I thought I knew, I was like “send me in I’m ready guys”.

M: Was there any Containment swag that you got to keep like “oh they sent me all these masks, I got all of these masks!”

C: I wish! I think I have some uh, dog tags and that’s about it..

K: Alright so wait, did they come after you to come audition for Supergirl? How does that happen?

C: That was the first time in my career where I got offered something without reading for it. Which was kind of amazing. And I played hard to get for a second because I wasn’t sure if it was the right coloured spandex. I was always more of a Batman guy than a Superman and then eventually it clicked and apparently, there was some part of me that knew I was going to meet my future wife and the mother of my children. *laughs* So I guess it all worked out.

K: I mean, yeah, and aside from just getting to play a hero and stuff, it gave you the rest of your life.

C: The rest of my life, which is a pretty lucky thing to get from a job, usually the job doesn’t serve you that. So that was pretty fantastic.

K: And there are very few people who can walk away from the CW going “and that built the rest of my life”, you know what I’m saying?

C: *laughs* Well it does match, the network that matches my initials should promise me something like that. I think it’s somewhere in the rulebook, I don’t know where.

K: I just put that together.

M: Like the Wendy's girl walks into Wendy's and is like “I will take all of your hamburgers, I’m Wendy."

(all laugh)

K: When you, when they gave you the suit finally, which is something you know, for the run of the show was something you would look forward to and then finally they do give you the suit, looked tight. Was it as uncomfortable as it looked?

C: Oh yeah, they’re terrible. It’s the worst thing you’ll ever wear in your life. You know, it’s like a giant onesie. A onesie is known for comfort and relaxation and too many zippers. This is as few of zippers and you can have including no accessibility to use the restroom, and you really can’t move in them, it kind of squeezes your everything, if there’s a thing that can be squeezed by the spandex. So things are going like, your elbow is going up to your shoulder and you’re not really sure why. You know that you’re not controlling it. Uh, it’s an odd experience, but um, I’ll tell you what, those lunch breaks were always very, it was like a great release to unzip the spandex and just lay on the couch.*laughs*

K: Tell them what it’s like to be up on the harness thing man, when you have to do flying and shit, on the green screens.

C: The flying is fun, that’s one of the really, that’s when you feel like you’re on the trampoline in your backyard as a kid fighting the invisible villains. It’s literally the same thing, except someone is doing the jumping for you with a rope. But that’s when you get to play and feel like a kid. Those are my favourite, the big action sequences. They’re a bear to shoot because they take days to shoot two minutes, as you know. But when you’re actually doing the thing, it’s a great time.

K: How long before you think, because I know it ain’t happening now, how many years from now do you think it’ll be before you and Melissa are like “let’s watch the episodes and see if we can spot the chemistry, and see if I can see myself falling in love and blah blah blah.” Do you think you’ll ever get there?

C: You know, I think it’s probably all over every second of every frame *laughs*. You could probably just uh, start at the beginning and then the first second on-screen probably in some way, shape or form go “oh there it is, there’s the first bits of it”.

K: I believe that, Mr. Broadway.

C: Mr Broadway!!

K: Can I tell him [Marc] a quick Broadway story? I actually went to a Broadway show, where I got to sit next to Mr Chris Wood.

M: Did you now?

C: Oh man, yeah you did.

K: It’s beautiful. So we go see Beautiful, is the show, the Carole King musical.

C: It was also beautiful.

K: It was beautiful, branded and in my heart. The lead of the show that night is of particular interest to both me and Mr Wood, him a lot more. Melissa Benoist, "rhymes with moist", I learned that from Chris Wood.

M: That sounds awfully romantic.

C: He texts me late one evening..

K I used to say Ben-o-ist all the time, I don’t know why.

C: And then I shot you a text I was like “You know it’s Benoist like moist, like a chocolate, decadent chocolate cake”.

M: That was the most Christopher Walken thing I’ve ever heard: “It’s Benoist like moist”.

K: “And delicious like a chocolate cake”. We’re watching Beautiful and we’re watching Melissa open, this is the debut, the first opening night of the show, and Chris is there um, a bunch of people that love Melissa were there. Fucking Lynda Carter was there, Wonder Woman was there to watch Supergirl, how awesome is that? The curtain opens and it opens with Melissa, she’s up top like bang, singing, right at the top of the show and I’m sitting right next to Chris Wood who is crying. Crying those joyful tears of seeing his lady love’s dream come true. She always wanted, is that her first Broadway performance?

C: It was, first and last. *laughs*

K: *jokingly* She’s not going to do it again?

C: No, no, no, no, no I’m just kidding, no it was her first. Life long dream.

K: She was like, she’s like Chris, she’s a theatre kid. A couple of musical kids and stuff, drama kids.

C: You can say nerds, it’s okay.

K: Drama nerds, the idea of Broadway, that was the goal, it wasn’t like “one day I’m gonna be Supergirl”, that was the surprise and the delight where she met the love of her life and stuff, but the dream was Broadway and her dream came true and as you know, if the curtains open and Melissa was crying, of course, people forgive it because they’re like “Oh look at her dreams coming true” the fact he was bawling, I was like "oh my God, she’s got the right guy." All of the joy he felt for her joy, as she was concentrating on doing the very thing that she dreamed about doing, performing, so she can’t just stop the show and be like “can you fucking believe this?” which is how she feels inside, he’s expressing for her just by emotional, he was crying, it was one of the most beautiful things in the world.

C: I’m not ashamed of it.

K: No!

M: Nor should you be.

K: It was so fucking wonderful so supportive but he is a- point of the story, he is such a Broadway kid.

C: You could say I’m a Jellicle kid.

K: Somebody could explain that.

M: I too was sitting next to Chris Wood when he was crying, but it was in New Orleans, in a waiting room to shoot a scene for Reebot, and he's like "Listen, I gotta fly back to Vancouver and my flight is like twenty minutes from now and we haven't shot yet, and it's 4 AM and I'm a little bit daffy in the brain.

K: *Laughs* It's true.

C: Yeah, we were drinking- we were on coffee number four, at like 5 AM, and I looked at my watch and I went "Oh!! My flight's at 6:30." *Laughs*

M: "Anytime you're ready, Kev!"

C: But we got it done.

K: The boys were so sweet, they came out uhm- Chris and Jesse Rath came out and they're in Jay and Silent Bob Reboot during Chronicon, if you haven't seen it on Amazon Prime.

C: With the most extensive and detailed backstory that any limited amount of screentime has ever had in the history of film. There's a story in those eyes, if you look closely.

K: Oh my God, he's working. But he's sitting next to Mr. Marc Bernardin.

M: Yes.

K: Throughout the night, and it was- we ran up against- what time do we finally shoot you guys?

C: I don't even remember.

M: It must've been like 5:15 or something like that.

K: And then rush them to the airport so they could get on (a) plane and get back to Vancouver, correct?

C: That's right, I had to get back to work.

K: Such a special-

C: But it was such a blast, though. And thank you again for letting us come out and play. That was such a trip.

K: It just means that uh, one day your kids are gonna watch that movie and be like "They're both in this terrible movie? Who are Jay and Silent Bob? Was this before you guys met on Supergirl? Why would you be in a movie like this?"

C: *Laughs*

K: Let's talk He-Man. What-- Had you done voice work prior to He-Man?

C: So, when I was broke, living in New York, in between babysitting for three boys on the Upper West Side to make cash so I could support my acting aspirations, I bought a little USB microphone and I joined this- I can't even remember the name of the site. It was some like, some freelance voiceover site, where you join and you can record audio samples and submit auditions and that was the only voice work I had done. I would- I was making like 100 bucks here and there, doing a voiceover for a animated-- "Hey kids, don't run in the cafeteria!" Like a school PSA, or I did some military PSA teaching soldiers etiquette in the barracks and-- so strange. But that was all I had done.

K: Tell'em about how- what acting in front of a microphone is like, 'cause it is acting-

C: Oh yeah.

K: -And in some ways, it's way more acting than one can do on a camera, on a camera one can be subtle, you can't be subtle behind a microphone. You gotta communicate emotion just with the voice, tell 'em about it.

C: You know it's so funny, I actually would describe voice acting as incredibly physical work, whereas camera acting it's all- you know, it's what you're feeling, it's..they say it's through your eyes, which actually means they're seeing through your eyes, through your soul, right? If you're feeling something you'll see it. But for voice acting, we don't see anything, it's all voice, so you really have to take the feeling and elevate it, and sometimes it helps to physically express it, so people sweat in the booth and they, you know, they grit their teeth and they stomp into the ground, and really, you have to really dig in, to grab the emotion and kinda amplify it, otherwise *monotone voice* you're just kinda talking like you do on film and nothing's really happening, and no one cares. Which is sort of what American acting is a lot of the time, we kinda just try not to seem like we're interesting and care about anything. *Laughs*

K: Is that the secret to acting? Did you just let it-- Is that all acting or just CW acting? What kinda acting are we talking about?

C: I'm actually doing a master class series on early '20s acting and basically, the first lesson is to speak as monotone and enunciate as little as possible.

K: Fucking worked out, you married Supergirl for heaven's sakes.

C: Listen-

K: Mumble away, kids! That's what your future looks like if you can mumble your way through a performance.

C: Mumble core.

M: So what you're saying is, voice acting then is very much like theater acting? Where like you've gotta play to the back row, right? Like you can't see that person's eye from a hundred feet away.

C: This guy!

K: Right? This fucking guy, he made-

C: You've found a way to bring it back to CATS! Wow!

K: Thank you, fucking excellent job, now there's a writer. Marc Bernardin is a writer.

M: *singing* Midnight and the kitties are sleeping..

K: Yes, your theater training really comes in handy in that shit, I never fucking put that together!

C: Yeah! Because you learn how to take a truthful feeling and amplify it, that's what the best stage acting is, right? An emotion that an actor is feeling that can reach the back of the house and, with voice acting is that same sort of thing, but your relationship is with the microphone uhm, and it needs to go through the microphone and then into the character and then the audience gets to it. So it's a whole-- There's a learning curve, I feel like it takes a second. Hopefully we got it right.

K: Now you're way younger than us, so I don't know if like- was He-Man in your wheelhouse growing up? Or that was before you?

C: He-Man, yeah, He-Man was on uh-- we didn't have cable when I was a kid, 'cause we didn't have the money for it. So I was watching, they were rerunning it on-- I'm trying to think what network it would've been. I can't even think of the names of what they were back then, but they were running- it was the rerun after the original series had aired. 'Cause I would watch that and I would watch X-Men, those are my cartoons.

M: Where'd you grew up, in New York?

C: In Ohio. Yeah, Dublin, Ohio, home of Wendy's, yeah.

K: That's true, that's where Wendy's begins, is in Ohio!

C: Yeah and there's a callback to Wendy! So..

M: This guy!

K: There's a writer, there's a writer! *points at both Marc and Chris*

M: High five!

K: What uh-- you know, we gotta be very careful of course, when we talk about MOTU, all of us are NDA'd up the A-H. You gotta play two different characters, what was that like?

C: That was one of the fun aspects of Prince Adam slash He-Man. It's finding these very different placements for the same person, right? So it has to feel like the same character but that, their emotional states are- Prince Adam is sort of in a different place: he's covering, he's deflecting, he's more fun and goofy..And then He-Man we have to drop the truth of his core mission, you know, to save the world, so..I mean, it starts with registers, right? That was the easy part. Prince Adam is supposed to be full of youth so he's a little higher and a little more excited, and then He-Man, *lower voice* go down and be more heroic, down in the basement and use his big fighty-fight voice.

K: It's pretty awesome, like you join a tradition of storytelling in which performers get to be two people, like you know, whoever plays Batman gets to do Bruce Wayne, and then they get to do the Dark Knight, whoever plays Superman gets to do Clark Kent and then they get to do the Man of Steel, so you get to do Prince Adam and then you also get to be his heroic alter ego, man.

C: Right.

K: It's a wonderful fraternity that you join.

C: Although I hear I'm in deep trouble, because the internet has found out that I'm not bulking up--

M: You're not doing the work?

C: --for my performance.

K: Somebody on Twitter was just like "Chris Wood, he's not big enough to play He-Man!" and they meant in size!

M: "Have you seen his thighs? His thighs are not nearly there!"

K: "He skips leg day all the time" but oh my God--

C: You're right! "He can't possibly play the character!"

K: Yeah I had to point out, I was like "I better get in touch with Netflix and see if they'll send Chris some steroids and a fucking peloton so he could do the the voice in an animated series."

M: Also, Chris is not from another planet. That's also an issue. Could you not have cast an indigenous actor to play somebody from Eternia?

K: Who was it tweeted, somebody tweeted something about Griffin Newman, they were like "Oh, tell Griffin we gotta cut his fucking legs off". Maybe it was there, texted that, tweeted that. What uh, now that you've voice acted and led an animated series: is it something that you see yourself doing again? I mean, of course, hopefully we all get to do this one again, but other stuff. You got like one of them Disney voices and you can sing like a motherfucker, man.

C: Oh man, I would love to do Disney too. Let's uh, put that in the bucket list. I honestly, I get a real kick out of it, it's..like you said you can really go to a larger-than-life place, and it all, it always has to come from, you know, something sincere, that sense of play has to be grounded in something. You just kind of yell and scream, I think people can hear that..so there's a challenge to it, but it's also super rewarding because you get to, you know, play characters that fly on cats that are oversized and wear armor and..

M: Jellicle cats?

K: None of that Jellicle shit in our show, Marc! Battle cats!

M: What kind of Jellicle are you? I'm a cringer cat!

K:*jokingly* Somebody point a sword at me, quick. Yeah man, it's a..

C: It's a long life with He-Man too, 'cause this, I mean the character is so fun and obviously..I had the action figures when I was a kid and those toys..I hope to introduce my son to Masters of the Universe via the action figures, 'cause I mean they're so weird! They really went there-- have you seen that special that they do on the toys on the Netflix show?

K: Oh yeah, the toy, the wonderful-

M: The Toys That Made Us.

K: -The Toys That Made Us.

C: Yeah, yeah The Toys That Made Us.

K: Their He-Man episode is unbelievably wonderful.

C: Oh, it's great! And it just shows you- you know they were thinking "what weird crap would a little boy like, put together on a toy?" And then they end up with these wild names, and these characters who do insane things and it's part of why it's so fun. And the fact that they found a way to build a story around those bizarre toys, that was also compelling.

K: Thank God they did--

C: 30 years later, it's amazing.

K: Thank God they did, we all have fuckin jobs, all three of us.

C: *laughs* You're right.

K: Wait so before we let you go, it occurs to me that Melissa just had her episode air of Supergirl, that she directed.

C: Directorial debut!

K: That's right! Did you- Did the Wood-Benoists or Benoist-Woods- did you guys like kick back and watch it together?

C: You know, we didn't because *laughs* we don't have cable. So, no!

K: Don't let CW hear that, or perhaps do and they'll pay for cable! Why don't you have cable? Where are you quarantining?

C: We're in California, so we're home, but we're usually not home.

K: Right! Oh my gosh, that's right!

C: As a fortunate actor you move to California to never be there. I was shooting in New York and she was shooting in Vancouver when this all started and we were lucky to get home quickly but uh, but yeah I mean, we don't spend that much time in our house, so we don't have cable!

K: Tell 'em why you were in New York. Was it the- that's been announced, right?

C: Yeah, yeah for Thirtysomething, Thirtysomethingelse which is an ABC show that hopefully, knock on me, hopefully ends up going when we get out of this situation with Covid. Yeah, it's a reboot of Thirtysomething, another 80s classic.

K: Oh my God, that's-- you'll have two, you'll have fuckin MOTU and Thirtysomething. I watched Thirtysomething in real time when I was a kid, I loved that show, my mom watched it so I watched it with her and stuff, so I know all about Hope and Michael. I saw that they were redoing the show and I saw that fucking Chris was involved and I was like "What?!", and I texted him "Are you fucking for real?" and shit, and you're playing Hope and Michael's- did they announce that? I don't know

C: Yeah, yeah, I'm their son, yeah.

K: So he's tied in-

M: He's a legacy character!

K: Legacy character and like-

C: Legacy! This is what's all about.

K: That's fucking dope, man. So I mean, look I can't wait to watch that, but I have seen and heard four animatics so far of MOTU and-

C: Oh man.

K:- your performance..

C: I cannot wait.

K: It's wonderful, you did a great, great job and made me proud as the guy who was like "You know who'd be good? This guy." Put you forward--

C: This guy and they're like "who's that?" and you're like "hang on, let me tell ya!"

K: Yes, "Here let me pull up IMDb". They knew who he was, they know you, man.

M: If you did like The Music Man it wouldn't have been an issue: “You know who’d be good? Wood would be good, if he could do that, I bet you Wood could.”

C: *Laughs* Well, you got He-Man, my friends. (inaudible) city.That was a, that was a deep cut.

M: Hell yes.

K:Look at you, look at how you came to life with a little theater ref, man. Jazz hands all around.

C: Oh yeah, you can feel the jazz hands from there in the Cantina.

M: Touching us all over

K: Go back and enjoy the rest of your Thursday night, thanks for hanging out with us, say hello to the good lady Benoist and whatnot.

C: Thank you gentlemen. It was wonderful seeing you both.

M: Good to see you, sir. Be well.

C: Alright guys, be well.

K: Give it up for He-Man himself, Chris Wood, everybody.

M: *cheers*

K: Mon-El..flies away. He’s so good, such a good guy. I forgot he was such a fucking theater kid, that’s right, and we were like talking theater and shit. And I forgot his connection to Garber. One more we wrote in.

M: We have another point of entry.

K: That’s true, that’s good. Man, I’m telling you, I ain’t fucking around, his script was one of the most impressive thing I’ve ever read,

M: Yeah, that’s awesome.

K: It did make me feel jealous where I’m like “he’s that pretty and he can write like this? Like, all I had was writing, fuck!”

M: That’s a problem.

K: God, what a good guy.

#chris wood #kevin smith #marc bernardin #fatman beyond #melissa benoist #melwood #mon-el #masters of the universe #MOTU #he-man #prince adam #masters of the universe netflix

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Acting Your Age (Part 3)

Summary: Jensen and the reader continue to grow closer but the reader has a fight with her brother over her new relationship...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 6,800ish

Warnings: language, age gap

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“No, no,” groaned Jensen in his seat at the rooftop restaurant Sunday night. You were already laughing though as he ran his hands over his face. “Please don’t remind me.”

“I think it’s cute that your first acting job was that,” he said.

“A show you used to watch!” he chuckled. “Oh, God.”

“It was a children’s show,” you said. “Then you really hung on to that horror thing, huh?”

“So you’ve never seen me do anything aside from the kids show?” he asked.

“I don’t even remember. I know I used to watch it. You could be a horrible actor for all I know,” you teased.

“I’m the worst,” he laughed. “Seriously.”

“Oh yeah. You had one of the longest shows ever. You must be horrible,” you said.

“At least I had a job,” he teased.

“I’m happily unemployed thank you very much,” you said.

“You only moved back like a week ago, right?” he asked.

“A little more,” you said. “I’ll take the vacation time.”

“I can’t believe I’ve never asked but what do you do?” asked Jensen.

“I’m a spy,” you said. Jensen raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his seat.

“Oh really?”

“Yup. Can’t tell anyone though.”

“Interesting. Very interesting. You like a James Bond kind of spy?” he asked.

“Oh, definitely,” you laughed. “I’m an interior designer. My firm worked with a big architectural firm over in London. I’ll probably do that again once I talk to a few firms in the city.”

“Nice. Spy stuff is your side job?” he said, a big smirk on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve been a spy since I was seven,” you said.

“Seven? Come on. You were goofing around until at least twelve,” he said.

“Maybe you were,” you teased. “Girls mature faster than boys though.”

“You’re telling me you stopped playing games and stuff when you were seven?” he asked.

“I started playing soccer a lot around that age. I don’t really remember. My siblings always had stuff going on,” you said.

“Well yeah but I mean, I used to play with my little sister, even when I was 18,” he said.

“Just different families I suppose,” you said.

“You didn’t want to bother them, did you,” he said. You turned your head and looked out at the street below, Jensen grabbing a roll from the basket.

“You know I did good in school so that I could get a full ride for college? Like excessively good?” you said.

“Jared mentioned you’re a bit of a smartie pants,” he said with a smile.

“I was the accident kid. My brother became a doctor, my sister went to school, Jared got some help from mom and dad during the early days...I was an extra expense. They never said that but I knew. They tried to hide it from me. I got lucky Jared did so well and could help them retire a little early,” you said.

“You have that classic Padalecki thing,” he said. “You all take care of somebody else before you take care of yourselves.”

“I know. I’m not saying I didn’t have a happy childhood or anything. I was aware of our situation was all,” you said.

“Well now that you're back home and have this new perspective on things, maybe you can take care of yourself more,” he said.

“I plan on it,” you said. “I might need some help in that department though.”

“I’m more than willing to volunteer my services,” he said.

“So at what age does the wisdom thing happen?” you asked.

“You just give less of a shit about certain stuff,” he said.

“What about acne?”

“Never goes away,” he said, tilting his chin up, rubbing over a small red bump underneath. “Getting old is fun.”

“You’re not old, trust me,” you said.

“Alright,” he said. “I think I will, kiddo.”

Your food came out and you made small talk, Jensen telling you about Austin some and places to check out. But halfway through dinner, his hair caught in the wind and he had this one piece that was sticking straight up, defying gravity even more so than all the other fluffy hair he had.

“What are you giggling at?” he asked after a minute.

“Your hair. It’s...it’s very fluffy,” you said. He patted his head and he eventually smoothed down the spot, more hair spiking up elsewhere.

“I get it?” he asked.

“Yeah, you got it,” you said. “God I love your hair.”

“Well thank you,” he said, a cute little smile on his face.

“You probably get told you’re handsome a lot, huh,” you said.

“I guess. In one ear, out the other,” he said.

“I could have sworn you just blushed though.”

“Well you’re special,” he said.

“I mean the hair has to make up for the appalling face,” you said.

“Oh does it? Here I was going to tell you how beautiful you looked,” he said, biting back a smile.

“It’s alright,” you said, grinning as you went back to eating.

“How’s the steak?” he asked.

“Delicious,” you said with a thumbs up.

“This place has really good dessert too,” he said.

“Do they have steak flavored dessert?” you asked.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Do you have work tomorrow?” you asked as you walked around a quieter part of downtown after dinner.

“No. I got to pop in the brewery for a few and my agent normally sends me new scripts I might be interested in on Mondays to look over but that’s it,” he said.

“When do you think you’ll act again?”

“Probably after the new year. There’s this one job I really want. They were holding back all auditions though for a while. I got to film that and send it in later this week. That job would start in January,” he said.

“I hope you get it,” you said.

“Me too. Been a while since I auditioned for anything,” he said.

“I’m sure you’ll nail it,” you said. “Jared said he’s got a guest star role starting in two months.”

“He told me about it. Sounds fun,” he said.

“Still gonna do your checks with him?” you asked.

“He told you about those?” he asked.

“Once. Back around Christmas. You were texting him. You sent a little green check mark and he wrote one back,” you said. “He told me that’s your way of checking that everything is okay. You do it everyday apparently and if he’s out of cell service, he checks in when he gets back.”

“He’s your brother. But he’s my brother too,” he said.

“I’m okay with sharing him,” you said with a smile. “I’m glad you’re his friend.”

“Me too,” he said. “I know he wants to get to know you better.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you said, Jensen stopping at a street corner when the light was red. He hummed to himself and you felt his hand bump yours once and then twice before his wrapped around yours, lacing your fingers together.

“Your little hands are always so cold,” he chuckled.

“You’ll warm them up I’m sure.”

“Goodnight,” you said when Jensen was dropping you back off at Jared’s house. You leaned up and gave him a kiss, Jensen smirking through it.

“Goodnight,” he said when you pulled back. “Tomorrow night?”

“Alright. We can talk about our golf date,” you said.

“We could go Tuesday if you don’t have plans,” he said.

“Isn’t it supposed to be like a hundred out?” you laughed.

“How about you wear a cute little golf outfit and I’ll bring the sunscreen?” he said.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that,” you said, leaning against his truck.

“I mean I’d wear the skirt but I don’t have the legs to pull it off,” he said. You shook your head, smirking as he started to laugh.

“You are such a loser,” you said, giving him another kiss. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Oh, you’re taking me out?” he said with a big smile. “Well now I’m even more excited.”

“You’re adorable,” you said.

“You know it,” he said with a laugh, the sound of the garage door opening. You looked over your shoulder, Jared walking out with his car keys in his hands. He gave you both a nod before he walked over to his truck and climbed in. “Night, kiddo.”

“Night, Jensen.”

He walked back to the car as you headed inside. You barely had your shoes off when you heard the garage open again, Jared back in the house with a toy in his hand.

“Toy was in the backseat,” he said, giving you a nod as he went past.

“Shouldn’t the kids all be asleep by now?” you asked.

“Your brother is spying on you,” called Gen from the family room.

“Oh is he?” you said.

“I’m not…” said Jared with a shrug, heading into the family room. You walked over to the couch, crossing your arms as you stared down at him.

“Gen. What is he up to?” you asked.

“Nothing,” said Jared.

“Jare, if you’re gonna be…” you said. “I’m not a child. You either give me my privacy or I’m gone. You’re the one that wanted to set me and Jensen up in the first place.”

“I think you’re going a little fast is all,” he said.

“He’s kissed me a few times, that’s it. I haven’t even made out with him. What’s fast about that?” you asked.

“Well you hang out with him every night now,” he said.

“We had a family party on Friday with plenty of people. We all went to dinner last night and then I went mini golfing with him and I hung out with him for like three hours tonight. What’s the problem with that?” you asked. Gen stood up and walked into the kitchen, giving Jared a look along the way. “What? Is he suddenly a bad guy now that we’re spending time together?”

“No. No, he’s not,” he said.

“Then what is it?” you asked.

“I think you should spend some time with just you is all,” he said. “Don’t throw yourself into a guy.”

“So you’ve decided you want me to just what, be your little sister that lives here and follows her big brother around when it’s convenient for him?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“No. I thought you wanted to start being yourself is all. I think you might have an easier time doing that if you’re not constantly-”

“Throwing myself at a guy?” you said. “You think I do that?”

“Y/N,” he said, rolling his eyes.

“You were younger than me when you met Gen,” you said.

“Gen’s not fifteen years older than me,” he said.

“Why do you suddenly have a problem with this! You were the one that tried to get us together,” you said.

“Maybe because you have a habit of going head first into a relationship and then it goes bad. He’s one of my best friends and-”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ruin your friendship,” you said. You jogged upstairs and into the room you were staying in, shoving some clothes in a bag before you were downstairs and heading for the front door.

“Where the hell are you going?” he asked, following you as you put on your shoes.

“None of your damn business,” you said, storming outside, Jared right on your tail. “Leave me alone.”

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your arm as you got to your car. You shrugged and he held on, Gen sighing as she stepped out onto the front porch. “I asked where you were going.”

“I don’t have to tell you,” you said, shrugging him off this time. You ripped open the backseat and tossed in your bag, slamming the door shut. You grabbed the drivers side door, Jared catching it once it was open. “Let go, Jared.”

“Y/N-”

“Maybe he is too old for me. At least he doesn’t make me feel shitty. But don’t worry about that. You can have your friend back,” you said. You climbed in and yanked the door shut, pulling out and on the road like that.

“Y/N,” you heard the next morning, your dad coming out to the patio in the backyard. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“I don’t want to talk to Jared.”

“Hey, kiddo,” said Jensen. You turned around in your seat, Jensen wearing a soft smile. “Can we talk?”

You shrugged, your dad heading back inside as Jensen wandered around to your side of the table and grabbed a chair, spinning it around to look out at the yard with you.

“Jared stopped over last night,” he said, resting his elbows on his hands. “He was pretty upset.”

“He’s sensitive,” you said.

“That’s not nice.”

“Maybe I’m not a nice person,” you said, not bothering to look in his direction, tucking your knees into your chest.

“I think he pushed your buttons,” he said.

“I’m not a child,” you said, closing your eyes. “Maybe I am. I ran home to my parents house last night after all.”

“Well I’m a lot older and sometimes I run home to my parents,” he said. You peeled open your eyes, Jensen still looking into the yard. “He’s really upset, Y/N. He’s in the house.”

“He doesn’t like that I hang out with you now,” you said.

“Well that’s his problem to deal with, isn’t it,” he said, turning his head. “He didn’t use some choice phrasing last night from what I heard.”

“He basically called me a slut,” you said. Jensen frowned, giving you a long stare. “He thinks I throw myself into guys.”

“Funny. I think the opposite,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you scoffed.

“Forget the age difference. Just forget it. I don’t give a shit about it. I don’t want to be with someone that it’s going to bother them,” he said.

“It doesn’t,” you said.

“I know,” he said. “I know you told me about that British guy that was embarrassed of you and made you feel bad about yourself. I know you said older guys are less likely to cheat in your opinion. I think you got more than your fair share of battle wounds.”

“Everyone does,” you said.

“No, they don’t,” he said. “And I’m guessing considering how you aren’t super close with your family, maybe they don’t know those things.”

“Why does it matter? He’s right. Shit, I broke up with the British douche less than two months ago,” you said. “I’m already going on dates again.”

“You think there’s some kind of mandatory feel shitty period?” he asked. “No, there isn’t. I like you and I think you like me. That’s all that should matter.”

“You’re right but I can’t deal with going home to him after dates if he’s going to ruin my nights,” you said.

“You don’t have to live with him,” said Jensen.

“It’s going to cause drama if I did that,” you said.

“Well I’m not a fan of you being unhappy so someone’s going to have to give,” he said, looking back at the yard.

“You barely know me.”

“I like you,” he said, his face hard when he turned it towards you. “I don’t like people like that. I’m not some teenage boy anymore that gets crushes and nervous around girls. But you…I like when you tease me and when you laugh and you make me feel like I am that teenage boy again and it feels good and I’m not ending this because your brother doesn’t get that you are free to do whatever you want.”

You stared at him, his face softening some. He went to turn away when you caught his cheek with you hand, green eyes glancing back at you. You leaned over and kissed him, slowly, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. He went with it, sinking into the movement before you leaned away.

“You didn’t come here for Jared, did you.”

“Not really, no,” he said. “Someone’s got to have your back.”

“You have a crush on me?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a smile. “I do.”

“Good,” you said. “I don’t have to worry about blushing around you anymore.”

He chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet.

“You got to talk to your brother,” he said. “Maybe your parents too. They’re pretty worried.”

“I know. It’s an overdue conversation.”

“Are you gonna say anything?” you asked, sitting in Jared’s old room an hour later, the two of you crammed on the extra long twin sized bed.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, trying to make his body smaller. “I’m sorry about last night and...never being there to talk to.”

“I could have said something.”

“You tried to tell me when you were sixteen that your boyfriend cheated on you and all I could do that thanksgiving was go on about Gen,” he said. “When you were a freshman in college and it happened again? I was too busy to talk to you. No wonder you don’t like me.”

“Jared, you’re my brother. I love you,” you said.

“We never gave you the time of day once you got older, none of us did. We shoved you out,” he said. “We’re your siblings and we did that.”

“You guys are a lot older than me,” you said with a shrug.

“So any of these four douchebags that cheated, they ever do anything worse?” he asked.

“No. The last guy didn’t cheat,” you said.

“He made you feel shitty though,” he said.

“Not a crime,” you said.

“You’re not like me, right?” he asked. You titled your head, Jared tapping his own. “You don’t get like I do, right?”

“I went once,” you said. “Therapy. I got scared something was wrong with me. I just have bad luck with men apparently.”

“I’m sorry I said that stuff about you seeing Jensen. He makes you happy and I know you make him happy. And I love him but I’ll always pick you over him,” he said.

“I don’t want you to pick anyone,” you said. “I’m your little sister but we missed the you getting to be an overprotective brother phase. Just be my friend. Please.”

“I’m always going to be an overprotective brother,” he said, ruffling your hair. “I’ll be less of an ass though. I’m sorry. I-”

“I know you’re sorry, Jared,” you said. He hummed and stood up, going to his bulletin board and grabbing the baseball cap hanging off the corner. He wiped the dust off of it and carried it over, plopping it on your head. “Your Cowboys hat?”

“You used to annoy me to death, coming in here everyday asking if you could have it,” he said. “It was mine so I always told you no. Dad got you a white one for your sixth birthday. You were so pissed cause you wanted mine specifically. Never understood why.”

“Cause you said I could have it,” you said as you stood. “But you forgot.”

He sighed and pulled you into a crushing hug.

“It’s yours now,” he said. “Hey, next family vacation, you pick where you want to go. It’s on me. Just kids, I promise.”

“I’ve never been on one,” you said.

“Cause we’re shitty,” he said. “That’s over. I promise.”

“I always made excuses to not go,” you said, looking up at him.

“Well you’re going on this one. You can even bring Jensen,” he smiled.

“We’re not there yet,” you said with a laugh.

“Will you come home? You can have your privacy and I won’t ask about Jensen or dates or any of that, I promise,” he said. “Please?”

“Do you really think I throw myself at guys?” you asked, his head already shaking.

“No. I’m sorry. Friday night you seemed happy about trying to be yourself from then on and I was so happy you were doing that but I know that’s something easier said than done, especially if you’re trying to deal with a new relationship on top of that and I’m sorry I said it. You’re careful and I know you’re a little scared of this relationship and-”

“Actually not so much. Neither one of us cares about the age thing. Or the him being kind of recognizable thing. We’re just two people starting to date,” you said.

“I didn’t mean that stuff. I know now you’ve been hurt more than once. So has he,” he said.

“I don’t plan on hurting him,” you said. He smiled and nodded, giving you another hug. “Also, moving back was expensive as hell so yeah, I totally need the free rent right now.”

“Ah. So that’s what it is,” he laughed.

“You got an awesome pool too,” you said.

“I see,” he said with a smile. “You’re gonna come home then?”

“Yeah. Until I’m on my feet,” you said.

“Stay longer than that,” he said. “We want you to. We haven’t lived together since you were seven after all.”

“Alright,” you said. “We should probably start the drive home.”

“Let’s catch lunch with mom and dad first before we head out.”

“So what was my dad saying to you just now?” you asked, pulling onto the highway, Jensen riding back to Austin with you.

“He thinks I’m a little old for you to be honest,” he said.

“Seriously? I thought-”

“I’m joking,” teased Jensen. “I mean, yes, I don’t think I’m exactly what they envisioned for you in that department but they know me. They trust me with you.”

“I didn’t really want to have that parent conversation already,” you said.

“It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll dodge the bullet with mine as long as I can.”

“Right,” you said with a nod, giving him a quick glance before looking back at the road.

“Not that I have a problem with introducing you to them. I think that’s more of a maybe down the road kind of thing,” he said.

“Jensen, it’s cool. I promise. I’d like to go back to this being drama free if we could,” you said.

“I don’t think we ever had a problem with that,” he said.

“True. Do you still want to get dinner tonight?” you asked.

“You’re taking me out on a date. I can’t wait.”

“That’s a pretty skirt,” said Jared as you headed downstairs. “Is it one of Gen’s?”

“No. She got it for me for Christmas last year. I never wore it. I have a date with Jensen,” you said, fixing your shirt. “I look okay?”

“Well you’re not as ugly as usual,” he said.

“Too bad I can’t say the same about you,” you smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. You look fine. Where are you going?” he asked.

“Dinner downtown. I’m picking him up,” you said. “There’s a lot of restaurants here.”

“Yes there are,” he said. “Still, don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress or skirt since my wedding.”

“Shut up,” you said, grabbing your purse. “Don’t wait up.”

“I won’t. Have fun!”

“You look very pretty,” said Jensen as you started to walk along the sidewalk after parking downtown.

“Thanks,” you blushed. “You too.”

“Oh yes. A flannel shirt and jeans. So classy,” he teased.

“You make it work,” you said. He hummed and grabbed your hand, squeezing it for a moment before walking around to your other side, grabbing your right hand instead. You glanced at him as you walked past an alley, Jensen looking forward. “I have lived in a city by myself before. London.”

“I know,” he said.

“I did take a self-defense class,” you said.

“That’s great,” he said with a smile, walking around the corner, the restaurant down at the far end.

“You walk between me and the alleys though, huh,” you said.

“Yup,” he said. “Call me paranoid but better safe than sorry.”

“Sweet dork,” you said with a laugh.

“Your sweet dork, kiddo.”

“Bats?” you said after dinner, walking through the park with Jensen, stopped on a bridge, some other people around. “Bats are kinda creepy.”

“Come on. Baby bats are cute as fuck,” he said, a giggle escaping you. “We have one of the biggest bat populations actually. They help with the bugs. They normally fly out to go hunt around this time of night.”

“So I’m gonna see a giant swarm of bats? Do they bother people?” you asked.

“What, you scared?” he asked, throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Pft, no,” you said. A mosquito flew in front of your face and you jerked back, Jensen chuckling when you went back to leaning against the railing. “Shut up.”

“They ain’t gonna do anything to you. They eat pesky mosquitoes,” he said.

“Good,” you said, Jensen rubbing your bare arm. “You take all the girls to see the bats, do you?”

“Oh no. Only the special ones,” he said, biting back a smile. “If you like this, we can go see some bugs and dirt tomorrow.”

“My dream come true,” you laughed. “Also, please no. I don’t like bugs.”

“We have more important plans, like golfing,” he said.

“I will go golfing once,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder. “Once, Ackles.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise,” he said.

“What am I supposed to wear? A dorky outfit?” you asked.

“You got any of those long sleeve shirts for the sun?” he asked. “Wear one of those and some shorts and you’re fine.”

“Alright, alright,” you said, spotting a single bat float up from under the bridge. “What’s…”

You spotted more, Jensen chuckling when a large swarm of them flew out and you tilted your head all the way back.

“Cool,” you said with a smile, watching them take off.

“Told you so.”

“How’d it go?” asked Jensen the next day at the golf course, a bag of clubs on your shoulder as you found him outside.

“I rented my clubs and some shoes,” you said, setting the bag down . “And I’m already hot.”

“Come here,” he said, grabbing the bag and setting them on the back of the cart. He opened up a side pocket of his bag and pulled out sunscreen, slathering some on your face and neck for you, letting you get your legs as you readjusted your hat. “Cowboys fan?”

“Hm?” you asked. He nodded upwards and you smiled. “Oh yeah. Not into it like Jared or anything but yeah.”

“We’ll have to watch a game together some Sunday,” he said. “I make a mean bean dip.”

“I'm a sucker for tailgate food,” you said, following his lead and hoping in the passenger seat of the cart.

“So have you ever been golfing before?” he asked.

“Once when I was like ten,” you said. “I hated it.”

“Well I figured we’d only do nine holes so you don’t end up killing me,” he said.

“Hey, I lost the bet. I can take it,” you said.

“Alright. We’ll see how it goes. Let’s get out there.”

“Alright. Practice swinging your driver. Hold on to that sucker tight when you swing it,” he said. You spread your feet, Jensen making a strange noise but he didn’t say anything.

“Yes?” you laughed.

“Can I show you?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. He stepped up behind you, nudging your feet farther apart.

“Sorry,” he said, taking a step back.

“It’s alright,” you said.

“Alright,” he said, getting close again, laying his arms over yours. “Keep your hands like this. When you swing back, use your hips and then when you’re moving forward, move them forward and let your back foot come off the ground. It let’s you keep the power through the whole swing.”

“Okie dokie,” you said. “Can you go first so I can watch?”

“Sure,” he said. You got out of the way from the woman’s tee, watching from the side as Jensen stepped up and hit his first ball, hitting it to the side of the fairway. “See what I mean about your foot?”

“Mhm,” you said. You set up your tee, taking a few light practice swings first before you stepped up.

“Don’t worry if you hit it out of bounds. We got plenty of balls,” he said.

“Okay,” you said. You stepped up to the ball, fixing your hands and making your stance wide. He gave you a smile before you looked down. You pulled back and swung hard, the ball going somewhere. When you looked up, Jensen had a dumbfounded look on his face.

“You’ve been fucking with me, haven’t you,” he said, a smirk crossing his face.

“What?”

“You hit the ball farther and more center than I did. You’re a golfer aren’t you,” he said.

“No way! Beginner’s luck,” you said.

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah. I’m horrible at golf,” you said.

“No. No, horrible is the opposite of the word I would use,” he laughed.

“Maybe I just have a really good teacher,” you said.

“That must be it. Let’s see if that was a fluke or what.”

“Golfing is more fun than I thought,” you said, Jensen smiling as you returned your clubs.

“Hey, if you worked on your short game, you’d probably break a course record,” he said.

“Hey,” said some guy around your age, walking over with a beer in his hand at the clubhouse. “You the chick that hit the ball onto the green on the sixth in one stroke?”

“Is that impressive or something?” you asked. The guy smiled and nodded, leaning against the counter, seeming to ignore Jensen.

“Oh, for sure. Would you want to maybe grab a bite for lunch?”

“Sorry. I got plans,” you said, glancing at Jensen.

“Your golf coach is welcome to join,” he said.

“He’s sort of my boyfriend,” you said with a smile. The guy raised an eyebrow at Jensen.

“You’re totally like nailing this married guy though for fun right?” he asked. “We can still get a bite.”

“Let’s go, babe,” you said, grabbing Jensen’s hand, Jensen chuckling as you headed towards the restaurant there. “Pretentious little douchebag.”

“You don’t need to defend my honor, Y/N. I get how this looks to-”

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a kiss when you saw the other guy walk around the corner, hearing him scoff as he went past.

“Well if you’re protective of me, I get to be protective of you from douchebags,” you said. “Got it?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “You want to grab lunch?”

“Yeah. Thanks for taking me golfing today,” you said.

“I know you didn’t like it as much as you said you did,” he said.

“Maybe I got aggravated towards the end but I like hanging out with you, doing something you enjoy,” you said.

“Well I appreciate you trying it for me. After lunch if you’re not busy, do you want to come over and have a lazy day in the pool?” he asked.

“Sure. But would you want to come over to our place? Jared and Gen would love to get to hang out too,” you said.

“Sounds perfect, kiddo.”

“Hey,” you said two hours later, stepping outside to where Jared was laying on a patio chair, looking through his phone. “Jensen’s coming over to swim in a minute.”

“Cool,” he said, staring at you for a moment. “Neither one of you has heard yet, have you.”

“What?” you asked, Jared handing over his phone to you. There was a picture of the two of you kissing on your date the night before. “What’s this from?”

“A tabloid,” he said. “You probably want to avoid any of your social media for the near future.”

“Do I even want to look at these comments?” you asked, handing the phone back.

“No, not really. They’re pretty bad,” he said.

“Well...I don’t give a shit,” you said. “That’s other people’s problem, not mine.”

“What’s other people’s problem?” asked Jensen, wandering around the back of the house, setting a cooler down on the patio.

“Us dating,” you said as you walked over. “Apparently someone saw us kissing last night.”

“I see,” he said.

“Come on. Let’s go swimming,” you said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the steps and into the water.

“You know things like the guy this morning are going to happen more often,” he said.

“So?” you said, swimming out to the deep end and floating on your back. “I don’t care.”

“Don’t look at me,” you heard Jared say as you spun around, Jensen still in the shallow end, a slightly worried look on his face. “You heard her.”

“Y/N,” he said as you swam back. You stood up and stared him down, a small nod leaving him. “I don’t care either. I just want you to be happy.”

“Come play then,” you said, swimming back to the deep end, Jensen following this time.

“Hey, Jare. Why don’t you find Gen and grab that speaker that can go in the water so we can listen to some music?” asked Jensen. Jared hummed and left, your gaze going back to Jensen when you were alone. “There’s water balloons in the cooler.”

“Sneak attack? I like it,” you said with a smile.

“You sure you’re okay with the public stuff?” he asked.

“I’m sure. I didn’t need to spend that much time on my phone anyways,” you said.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot,” you said, following him to the shallow end and out of the pool.

“Why do you like me? We do fun stuff I suppose but I…” he said, watching you step in front of him.

“I like that you’re kind and creative and attractive and there’s a bunch of little things. But I like you the best,” you said.

“I’m sort of confused,” he said.

“You want me to be happy,” you said. “It’s such a simple thing but that means the world to me. You make me happier too. I want to be able to do that for.”

“You do. I haven’t dated in a while. I was starting to give up on the whole thing and then you swoop in and make me some shy boy around you,” he said. “S’not really fair if you think about it.”

“Never said I was going to play fair,” you said.

“Someone’s getting more flirty,” he said, resting his hands on your hips.

“You’re one to talk,” you said.

“I think you both talk too much,” said Jared, both your heads whipping up to see him and Gen on their bedroom balcony, each holding a water gun.

“You two think this is our first rodeo?” she asked, turning the super soaker in your direction.

“Oh, that is so not fair,” you said, Jensen grabbing your hand and the cooler, jogging around the side of the house before you could get hit more than once. You each pulled a few out, keeping an eye on the corners before you heard whistling come from the front of the house. They both stepped out from the garage, Jared smiling as he held the hose in one hand.

“Uh oh,” said Jensen.

“Yeah, I’d run if I were-” he said, just as you hit him in the chest with a balloon.

“Get Gen,” you said, Jensen taking off as you threw more at Jared, Gen wide eyed for a moment before she took off across the driveway, Jensen on her tail. You ran out of balloons quickly, Jared narrowing his eyes as you shrugged. “Uh…”

He took a step forward by the time you were spun around, Jared on top of you like that, hoisting you up over his shoulder.

“Oh my God. Do not drop me,” you said, Jared humming as he carried you and his water gun around to the back of the house where some squeals were happening.

“Only place I’m dropping you is the pool,” he said, slowing his walk and setting you down on the ground. He wrapped an arm around your waist, your feet in the air again as you looked across the pool, Jensen holding Gen’s gun and Gen in his other arm. “Ackles.”

“Padalecki,” he said.

“I assume you want a trade?” asked Jared.

“Not happening,” said Gen, ducking her head down and pushing Jensen into the pool, Jared tossing you in the next moment. When you popped back up, Jared was around to the other side, high fiving her.

“Dinner’s on you two tonight,” he said.

“Alright, alright,” said Jensen. “We lost fair and square.”

“Oh it was most certainly not fair,” you said. “Jensen’s supposed to push me in the pool, not you.”

“We’ll plan our revenge later,” said Jensen quietly, a mischievous little look on his face. “Won’t we?”

“For sure,” you said. Jared went back to put away the hose while Gen jumped in the water with the speaker, turning it on a station before she started to swim around the shallow end. “We don’t bite.”

“He’s a bit of a sore loser sometimes,” she said. “Never can tell with that one.”

“Oh no, I want our evil plan to be carried out when you least expect it. You’re safe...for now,” said Jensen.

“Oh joy,” she said, swimming over to you both, Jared returning after a moment, the boys swimming off, talking about dinner plans from the sound of it. “He really likes you.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah. He’s not putting on his fake smile anymore,” she said.

“Fake smile?” you asked, the two of you swimming over to the edge, resting your arms on it.

“He’s forty one. He was over about a month back, had too much to drink. He said a lot of stuff about how he wished he had what Jared and I did, told us not to take it or the kids for granted. I think he’s very good at pretending it didn’t bother him,” she said.

“But he’s so smiley and happy,” you said.

“No, he’s really not, not in the past few years anyways,” she said. “He’d never admit it but I think he’s falling hard for you, real hard.”

“That’s okay,” you said with a smile, spotting one on his face when he looked back at you from the other end of the pool. “I’m pretty sure I’m okay with that.”

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A/N: Read Part 4 here!

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yehet-me-up · 4 years

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Frozen North ~ Night Three

PAIRING: Chanyeol x reader

GENRE: Horror/Suspense/SPOOP in general/light romance (because who else would I be?)

WORD COUNT: 2,160

RATING: PG13 (nothing gruesome, but knowing me there will be swearing)

SUMMARY: You run a late night radio show dedicated to telling scary stories and urban legends, the creepier the better. Listeners call in and share their own, creating a small but loyal community of folks like you who love this sort of thing. One night, a man calls in with what sounds like an all-too-real story and before you know it, you’ll do anything to make sure he’s safe.

Frozen North Masterlist

‘I don’t like this,’ Daniel says, coming into the booth with his bag slung over his shoulder. ‘Shit like this gives me the heebie jeebies.’

You stare at the number on the screen, running an anxious hand through your hair. ‘I don’t like it either. Something is seriously wrong here.’

He folds his arms and leans against the door frame. ‘And you’re sure this isn’t some stunt?’

Your eyes widen at his insinuation. ‘Do you think I’m doing this?’

Daniel sags with relief, awkwardly coughing. ‘No, I just- I’m glad you said it’s not you but… would have been nice if this was all some game.’

‘Yeah, it would have been.’ You stand and quickly close down your station. ‘I don’t think it is.’

He shuts off the studio lights, holding the door open for you. There’s a hauntedness behind his eyes that makes you shiver in the darkness.

‘Me neither.’

When you get home the first thing you do is find food to shove in your face. The life of a grad student isn’t the most glamorous, but you make the most of it. Normally you try and cook a balanced meal, even though you get home so late. But tonight you grab a pack of mini muffins and pull out your laptop.

You need answers, and you won’t sleep until you find them.

Grabbing your phone, you shove a muffin in your mouth and text the number, trying not to feel like you’re slowly going insane.

Y/N 12:31 AM: Chanyeol? If you’re there can you please tell me if you’re alright?

While you wait, you email yourself the photo from his FaceTime call. A reverse image search turns up nothing and you frown. Searching the most obvious place, you type his name into the advanced search on Facebook. 'Chanyeol’ garners 526 results. None of the first dozen or so listings look like him. You try to search Alaska but it brings up two profiles with default Facebook anonymous photos.

Frowning, you bite your lip. Instinct makes you type in ‘Seattle’ and instantly his profile comes up. You gasp and almost upend your laptop onto the floor, narrowly catching it with your quick reflexes.

His profile is set to private. ‘Dammit.’

It doesn’t give you much. A high school in Redmond, Washington. It says he attends the University of Washington too. Once for undergrad and now for grad school. No indication of years attended or major studied. No job listed. No friends list to dig through. The void of information makes you ache.

But it does give you one key thing - his last name. Park.

In under a minute you have his instagram profile pulled up. loey61.

It’s absolutely him. Gone are the fear and exhaustion from his face, he looks so real and alive and energetic in his photos he reminds you of the sun. As you scroll through his feed your heart squeezes insistently in your chest. His smile dominates his face, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes as he laughs in photos.

Videos taken with a shaky hand at concerts. Sleepy selfies with his hand on his chin and his hair a mess of odd angles. Photos from a weeklong trip he took to Japan last year.

It feels as though you know him, but you’ve never met; you’d have remembered the man with brown eyes and a voice like a roll of thunder.

The bars he goes to with his friends are the same ones you frequent with your friends from school, with people from the station. He has no less than ten photos over the past few years of Suzallo library - the stained glass and the soaring Gothic architecture that surrounds your favorite study spot.

How have we been orbiting each other for years and never met? From his captions you gather he’s studying the anthropology of music. The buildings are right across from each other on campus. You frown and chew on the inside of your cheek. So strange.

Rallying your mind, you click on his most recent photo, dated a week ago. A photobooth photo, if you had to guess, of him in his bedroom playing the guitar, a pick between his teeth. The caption is the guitar emoji and the dancing man emoji.

The comments are what worry you.

Hey Chan, where are you? You missed my gig Monday at Showbox, what gives?

Helloooooo are you alive? Did Radiohead call you to tour and you’ve abandoned us?

Yo what time are we meeting for that study group on Thursday i totally forgot to write it down hahaha

Mom’s getting worried C, why aren’t you answering your phone?

The last comment catches your attention and you click on the profile.

The family resemblance is uncanny, and the photo of the two of them from Christmas wearing matching reindeer antlers confirms it. With a shaky hand you click on the message button. ‘Shit, what do I say?’

You decide to just be straight with it. I think we should talk. My name is Y/N and I’m a radio host in Seattle. I think your brother has been calling in. Unless he’s the kind of person to pull some kind of crazy prank, I think he’s in danger. My number is 206-972-6347 if you prefer to text me. The show is The Long Night on 107.9 KJWZ and he’s called in the last two nights. The recordings should be up on our website.

It’s 1:57 AM at this point, so you don’t expect a response. There’s not much else you can do at the moment, so after dragging yourself through your nighttime routine you crawl into bed.

As a last bleary thought you pull up his IG profile and send him a message.

I really hope you’re alright.

Aside from the usual messages from your friends, instagram alerts, and the like you have nothing from Chanyeol or his sister. With a sigh, you get ready for class.

Through a meeting with your thesis advisor, two seminars, a class you TA, and three hours in Suzallo studying and writing and trying not to watch for him, you anxiously check your phone every few minutes. Nothing.

By the time you arrive at the station you’re feeling anxious and desperate. On any other day it would amuse you how much you care about some random person, but this doesn’t feel random. It feels like fate, or some cruel joke God is pulling on you.

Daniel gives you a tight-lipped smile when you come in the booth to set down your bag and coat. ‘Any word?’ he asks, eyeing the way you clutch your phone tightly.

‘No.’ You sigh, ‘I found him online, though.’

For once he doesn’t say anything back, just nods for you to continue.

‘I found his Facebook and his Instagram. I reached out to his sister. There’s all these worried comments…’

Suse stands up from the desk in the booth when she sees you and sets her headphones on the stand. She hurries into the room and puts an arm around you. ‘How’s it going with the mystery man? We’re all dying to know.’

You lean your head on her shoulder briefly before showing her the blank screen on your phone. ‘I messaged him last night, but there’s nothing. I don’t know what’s going to happen tonight, but I’m afraid for him.’

She sighs and snaps her fingers. ‘Dammit, I was hoping this was just a prank.’

‘Me too-’ you start, but get cut off by the dinging of your phone. You haven’t had it off silent since 2008, but this is a special occasion.

You pull up his message, heart thundering in your chest, and watch as photos come through. Six of them. Finally, a video.

The photos are dark but they show a smooth white surface, lit by a moon high in the cloudy sky. All slightly blurry and from different angles, but it’s no mistaking this is the ice he’s been talking about.

‘Hey, I don’t mean to interrupt but it’s-’ Daniel starts, pointing at the clock.

‘So don’t,’ Suse says and waves him off.

You hit play on the video and the sound of wolves howling and wind makes your stomach drop. It’s only eleven seconds but it feels like it takes an eternity.

‘Oh, shit,’ Suse says behind you.

‘I know.’

‘No, look.’ She points to the vague outlines of dark lines on the video. ‘Are those bars?’

You play it over twice more, turning the brightness up and squinting. ‘Fucking hell, I think you’re right.’

Suse nudges your shoulder. ‘You should try to call him, he just sent these.’

‘Good idea.’

You hit the call button and wait while it rings. The longer it goes, the more Daniel points to the clock showing 8:06, the higher your anxiety rises. Finally, it ends. An automated message tells you yet again that the subscriber has not set up a voicemail box and you want to scream.

Frantically, you send him a text. Where are you?

‘If he doesn’t message me by intermission... I’m calling the cops.’

Suse shrugs on her coat and whoops. ‘Atta girl. I have to pick up Jimmy from work but if you need anything, call me. I mean it.’

‘Thanks.’

She leaves and you stare at the phone and the way those three little dots aren’t appearing. Daniel makes a noise of distress and you sigh. ‘Alright alright, I’m going.’

The show goes smoothly as it can. You thank yourself profusely for having Sundays set aside to pre-script the shows for the week. Lord knows where you’d be right now otherwise, with how much this Chanyeol situation has taken over your thoughts.

You and David the regular discuss the latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved. Someone going by the handle CryptidAndProud reads a decent Jersey Devil-inspired story they wrote. A weird crop circle in South America gets a good amount of traction. All the while you tap your foot and watch the clock tick on. Every few minutes you check your phone, refreshing your messages and instagram, hoping you’re not missing anything.

Just before the 10pm intermission a call comes in that makes you sag with relief.

1-907-613-2458 - UNLISTED NUMBER - NOME

You smash the answer button, cutting off one of the callers who is commenting that the crop circle ‘kind of looks like a dick from the right angle, right?’

‘Hello?’ You hardly recognize your own voice - high, frantic, worried. For long seconds the only thing you can hear is the distant sound of scuffling and what sounds like another man’s voice in the background. ‘Chanyeol?’

‘I’m here.’ He sounds so tired you feel it in your bones. ‘I don’t- I’m surprised I’m still here, honestly.’

‘Why is that?’

‘She came to me this morning. Before dawn,’ he says. The phone crackles and you hope the call didn’t drop. ‘I don’t want her to take me. I want to live.’

Suddenly, you want to cry. It seems incomprehensible that on Monday you didn’t know him at all, but by Thursday you’d give anything for him to be okay. You want to scream at him, asking if he’s safe, but you swallow it down harshly.

‘I want that too. How can I help you? Do you know where you are? I saw bars-’

The call cuts out and static fills the air.

‘Hello? Chanyeol?’

Nothing. Your mouse hovers over the end call button but you can’t force yourself do it. The silence of the studio settles over you, not comforting like it usually is, but strangling, suffocating. You hate it with every fiber of your being. Daniel rubs his eyes in the booth, looking at stressed as you feel.

Clearing your throat, you hit end. The digital switchboard lights up, all sixteen lines filled with flashing lights. People out there, waiting to comment.

‘Well. I don’t - I don’t know what to say. You guys have known me for years, most of you anyway. This isn’t something I’m doing. I think this is… something real. Something dangerous. If any of you know anything about Chanyeol Park, please call in. This has to end. I’ll be right back.’

You motion to Daniel and he queues up the ad break. With a sigh you slip off the headphones and they clatter onto the desk. Stroking your thighs anxiously you debate calling the police right this moment. Your phone rings, vibrating so loud against the wood of the desk you reel back and almost smack the back of your head on it.

It’s not him and you want to howl. But it’s a Seattle number, and you’ve only given yours out to one person this week. Hitting accept you lift the phone.

‘Hello?’

A woman’s voice comes through. ‘Hi, it’s... me Yoora. Chanyeol’s sister.’ She sniffles, she sounds as though she’s been crying. ‘I listened to your show. I think we need to meet up.’

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silentpenlover07 · 4 years

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@adelinemwriting

Memorable Surprises

“ To you,

For you always make me smile. The way you’d walk in every time we have the same class.

You may find this cheesy, but that ordinary classroom door become gates to Christian heavens. Glowing, beautiful, heavenly. Or maybe gates to Ancient Egyptians’ heaven, who believes that once our souls reach its gates will they be asked 2 questions, and their answers will decide if they will admit you or throw you out.

Nonetheless, I’d like you to know through this letter, even if no one writes letters anymore and from a girl written to you, a boy in this case I would like to honestly tell you that my heart is always a rent-free place for you. To you”.

I have to stop writing before you totally think I’m weird and creepy. But sincerely, I liked you since we were freshmen students.

-D.

P.S.

I saw you one time at a convenience store buying 3 of these gummy bears. I wasn’t stalking, though, I promise.

Sitting in his slightly vandalized armchair at Literature class, Marco Hernandez quietly, read and finished the letter, then stared at the mini bags of gummy bear. After reading the post script, he laid the letter back to the armrest then he tapped his right pointer finger, leaned back for a few seconds. Continuously, he taps his finger, his eyes looked around. There are forty chairs in that classroom. Divided into 2, with 5 chairs each row.

Three classmates, One lady sits on their chair 2 rows apart from him by the right side, looking at an online store. 2 chairs apart and the second one, also a lady who is reading a book. The third classmate is gay. Who isn’t effeminate, is intelligent but gets annoyed quickly. Beside their gay classmate are two other bags placed in individual seats. A handbag and the other a backpack of his gal pal / BFF. All of them flamboyant as can be.

Marco stopped at that point. Donna the gay classmate probably made the letter with gummy bears, as he remembered noticing how this classmate has been “coincidentally” in the convenience store with him last week while he bought gummy bears. The letter says “D.” in the end. Although his real name is Brando “Donna” Derano. Whatever. He said to himself. I’m gonna eat these gummy bears, and quickly he picked up the 1st bag, opened it carefully and picked the very first red gummy bear he can reach out from the mini bag. He bit the legs first, then the arms, afterwards the torso. Finally, with only the poor gummy bear’s head left, he gently pushed it into his mouth, and while he does he looks at Donna.

Marco is a sophomore student of Civil Engineering. He took his literature subject this semester to make sure next year that he will be focused on his major subjects.

Donna or Brando is also a sophomore, but he studies Psychology. He dresses up like any other man. He’s intelligent, and their professor Mr. Bravo commends him usually. But Donna ignores him whenever they cross paths. They have been classmates at biology class from last year’s first semester. Same with Addi, Em and his secret crush, Ella.

He finished the first bag of it, while puzzled at Donna. Is Donna really into him? Why is Donna into him in the first place when he, Marco Hernandez, is just a typical college classmate whose fashion sense is in between lame and trendy most of the time.

He then opened the second one. Then continues thinking, if Donna goes to him and says what he wrote in the letter personally. Right in front of him, face to face. “Maybe I’d say yes to one date’’, he thought. Marco, never having encountered this situation before, cannot decide what to do when and if Donna finally reaches out to him one on one. Perhaps a single day to hang out, maybe with Donna’s friends Adeline and Emma. They are all nice. Though really, Donna is moodier than the two but well, if he should be hanging out for a day, most likely he will be able to have the best of moods. Even just for one day.

“Alright, no expectations, but if Donna would ask, I might just oblige for one group date.”

He devoured the whole yellow gummy bear he held with his left pointer finger and thumb. Alas, the whole three mini bags were empty. He took the love letter and placed it in between pages of his notebook.

And then 3 girl classmates came in the door. Addi and Em, followed by their nerdy-ish classmate, the simply pretty Ella Denise Gomez. A second year Business Administration student. Who happens to sit next to him every literature class as they are seated in alphabetical order. According to their literature professor, it makes that seating arrangement easy for him to check attendance.

Addi and Em sat straight next to Donna. And Ella walk towards her seat, right next to him. She was all smiles for a good 5 seconds and then it quickly changed. Her eyes widened, she gently placed her bag on her chair. Then she asked him, “Uh, Marco, did you see a piece of paper and some gummy bears in your chair?” She looked a bit panicky. “No, I just got here a few minutes ago.” He alibied.

“Oh my gosh. I think I left it here “ said Ella. “ I was to put it in Mr. Bravo’s office table after class secretly, I mean uh—secretly I’m gonna ask help for, for, uh my, younger brother’s high school literature class you know.” Anyway, I know you didn’t take them, not specially ate those gummy bears for Mr. Bravo as my token of gratitude for “secretly asking for helpt. Right? Ella was red in the face.

“Right”. Marco grinned like a dog. “ ’D’ for Denise off course!! ”. Marco sat their numb, with quiet humiliation.

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letmelookatyouagain · 4 years

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Tagged by @mm2305 Thank you! :D

Name: Emma

Zodiac sign: libra

Favourite Musician: Take That, Mark Owen (solo), Gary Barlow (solo), The Killers, The Script, Murray Gold (I love the music he wrote for Doctor Who between 2005 and 2017 :D), also liking Klergy right now, too. But my taste is pretty broad these days

Favourite sports team: I don’t really have one. I’m not an avid sports fan. I only watch sports when it’s the Olympics (and only then do I watch certain events) and, very occasionally, when the Football World Cups are on (and I only really care when England are actually doing well. Which is normally never, but in both the Womens’ and Mens’ World Cups recently, we did pretty well!)

Other blogs: Um, I have another one attached to this account, but I don’t use it anymore - it was a fanfic one. Also still have an livejournal blog somewhere and a few others I signed up to and then never used :P

Do I get asks: I don’t, no...but I’m always open for some

How many blogs do I follow?: I actually don’t know the answer to that. I lost count ages ago, but I don’t think it’s a ridiculously high number

What I’m wearing: Currently a pair of skinny black joggers, a pink 13th Doctor t-shirt and one of my (many) university jumpers - it’s one of those days! not that there’s much to dress up for right now.

Dream vacation: I want to go back to Norway so badly and explore some of the places outside Oslo, since I only got to travel to Trondheim last time as getting out of Oslo is time consuming and expensive

Dream car: ooh...I used to really want a blue Fiat 500, but I would love a classic mini cooper. To be honest, I’m not so fussy with cars really. I’m more than happy with my little Corsa :D

Favourite food: Either pasta or pizza (somewhere inside me hides a little Italian, I swear :P)

Drink of choice: I don’t drink alcohol at all anymore (I stopped by choice at 20 - not that I drank much before then anyway), so I don’t really have one. However, I do like a couple of the non-alcohol wines I’ve found. They’re cheap and are basically glorified grape juice, but they’re pretty nice

Languages: Only English, unfortunately. But I did French at school (to not much success, I got a B at GCSE but can barely remember any of it). I also started an online Norwegian course with duolingo, but haven’t done it intensively for a while. One day, I hope to learn another language fluently. It’s never too late, right? Just gets harder :/

Celebrity Crush: I’ve never been one to have crushes on celebrities, really. But if I had to choose it’s either between Tom Ellis or Jodie Whittaker at the moment (though, I will probably always include David Tennant in a question like this since he’s probably the closest I ever got to a celebrity crush)

Random fact: I discovered a love for archery the other year and cannot wait to get back out and shoot again once I find a club at home and this pandemic has passed.

I don’t really know who to tag, so I’m going to leave this open to anyone who wants to give it a go! :D

#get to know me meme

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annexlejax · 4 years

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ALL OF THE ABOVE- prompt 1

“Can I be in your group?”

I try to wipe the awkward moment out of my head. I had barely started talking to these guys but a week ago. But they were the perfect group, so I took my chance. Johnathan, the clumsy but stable, fun and bright actor-in-the-making, and Peyton, the drag-queen-to-be comedy hotshot of the class. I wasn’t great, nor did I have my own persona in the class, but I knew I needed to make friends somehow. We had to write a tragedy script to perform for the class in our groups, and I had the perfect idea. I made a group doc, and titled it “A Sunshine Tragedy.” We worked until lunch.

At lunch, Mackenzie and I sat at our usual table, and she smirked at me. “Having fun with your little...complication?”

“Who, John? I told you I just think he’s cool. C’mon, you’ve seen him perform. He’s awesome! And his costumes on homecoming week were amazing. I asked to be in a group with him so maybe I can keep my grade up.”

“Uhhuh… well anyways, I’m talking to this guy…” she began to ramble again, and I played on my phone until the bell rang. I finished the script up at home that night, so we could start practicing the next day.

When I got to class, Peyton looked at me. “This script is awesome, Roxi,” he said, and began to read the summary. “‘In a post-apocalyptic world, a couple struggles to survive against the crazy rogue soldiers looting homes and killing civilians. One night, the boyfriend surprises his girlfriend with a date, even though it might be their last.’ Where do you even come up with this stuff?”

“Well, to be honest, its based off an old story I wrote.”

Johnathan walked into the classroom, and the bell rang. The teacher sent us off with time to rehearse. We walked outside, a group in the making, and sat side-by-side on a fallen tree. “Okay, so what should we do first?” asked John, scrolling through the pages.

“Well first lets decide who will be who, and I definitely call being the shooter,” said Peyton, messing with a stick on the ground.

“And why do you get to be the shooter?”

“John, how could I pass up a chance to kill you without the consequences?”

“Fair enough. So me and Roxi will be the guy and gal on the date,” John said, and looked at the pages again. “I think we should run lines today.”

“Agreed,” I nodded, and we practiced lines until lunch again.

We spent 2 days fully focusing on lines, until we thought we had them down good enough to start blocking. “Okay,” I began. “The teacher wants us to try and make it run for around 10 minutes, so we might have some gaps between lines.”

“Sounds about right,” answered John.

He got up and walked to me. Peyton sat back down on the tree so he could help us if we forgot a line. We went through the motions I had written, finding a warehouse, lighting candles, playing music, until it got to the dance scene.

“Slow dancing?!” John exclaimed.

“In my defense when I was writing the script I kinda forgot we would have to actually act it out!” I said, nervous. How could I have forgotten that I’d have to slow dance. With Johnathan. “Listen, we can hold off on it until last if you’d like,” I said.

“Y-yeah, we might have to. I uh, I’ve never danced with anyone like that.”

“Well, I can teach you!” The confidence pouring from my mouth sounded nothing like the madness beating in my mind. Slow dance. With Johnathan. I did not know how to slow dance. To save my ass, the bell rang, and this time, he walked to lunch with me.

When we got to lunch, I sat with Mackenzie at our normal spot. After a few minutes, Peyton pulled up a chair and sat with us. “So you and John, huh?”

Mackenzie spat her drink as my face went red. “What? No, no way. We just have to act our parts, and he’s really good at-” Mackenzie cut me off.

“Ooh, yeah Roxi likes Johnathan.”

“I could tell. The way they look at each other, especially running lines. I ship it.”

“Me too.”

“Mackenzie!” I yelled, flustered.

She laughed, and he promised not to tell anyone. We agreed Peyton should sit with us more often, and we talked more.

“Okay, guys, quit procrastinating. You need to practice the slow dance.” Peyton was sitting on the tree, a persistent look on his face. It was 3 days until we performed and John and I hadn’t yet...gotten to that part.

“I agree.” John moves and sets his lines down, and walks over to me. I nod, and get in the position of the scene we were acting. The girl finds a music box, the likes of which she hadn’t seen since before the apocalypse. She turns it on, and when she gets up and dusts herself off, the boy has his hand held out to her. She takes it, and he spins her into his arms, and they dance.

I get up from the ‘music box’ the first time, but he misses his cue. The second time, he has his hand outstretched, and his soft brown hair hangs in his eyes. Smiling, he asks, “May I have this dance?” I take his hand, and he half-spins me, leaving me pressed against him, face to face. His eyes seem to burn into me, and mine can look anywhere but him. I feel my face heat up. We move our arms to a dancing position, and I completely blank on my next line. We break apart, and I sit back on the tree. I’m scrolling hurriedly through the document to find my lines when John sits next to me. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah. Sorry, the most affection I get in a day is a high-five from my art teacher,” I blurt out, looking away. But he smiles at me.

“Ouch.” Peyton shoves Johnathan in the arm. He whispers loudly to him, “You should give her a hug.”

John’s face turns pink. “No! Why don’t you give her a hug?”

“Geez, I was just saying that was sad and you were closer.”

I laughed, and we practiced a few more times. I felt more comfortable with them. And I realized my feelings for Johnathan that day.

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Bonus:

The day of the performance was nerve racking. We were in-costume, I was blindfolded for the beginning, and Peyton had a stick to use as a gun. Johnathan gave me a reassuring smile, and the teacher called us to begin. The mini play went very smoothly. The blocking was perfect, and we had finally gotten our spin and dance perfected. He improved a few compliments during the dance as well, and I leaned my head on his shoulder for the last revolution. Peyton had his fun in shooting us both, and at the end, we got a standing ovation from the class. It was amazing.

The shipping was crazy afterwards, and on the way to lunch. But neither of us paid attention. We had finally performed, and I knew I was going to miss this performance the most. When I got home, I sat on the couch and texted John.

Me: Hey, nice job today

John: You too!

Me: What was your favorite part?

John: Well the fight scene with Peyton was really fun

Me; Yea, it looked like fun

John: And uh

John: Nevermind, I don’t want to sound weird

Me: Whatttt?

Me: C’mon, tell me

John: I enjoyed the dance with you too. It was nice

#imagine your otp #written prompt #my writing #writing #all of the above #leaf boi #cute #romantic #couple #fluff #not real names lol #johnathan was his name in the script so i thought why not #this was nice to write #adorable

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