got a request to post this as a text post so here is my #GotYourBack ficlet again!
Dex winces when he sees the waitress again, trying not to notice her pitying smile when she refills his water for what must be the third time tonight, looking pointedly over at the empty seat across from him. He’s not exactly upset, it’s not like he was in love with Sarah or anything, he just feels awkward. He’s been fiddling with his phone for the past twenty minutes, but there’s nothing new on his timeline, so he decides to text in the SMH group chat.
serious q: if i got stood up am i supposed to just leave or do i just like order a meal to go…
No one answers, which is kind of annoying, but he figures they’re all just busy or something. He decides he’ll just go and leave a good tip when the waitress comes back.
“Hey, I’m actually - ” He’s interrupted before he can finish by the door to the restaurant slamming open.
“Babe!” He hears from across the room. Dex startles and looks up to find Nursey barreling towards them. “Sorry I’m late, my car broke down and my phone’s dead,” he exclaims loudly, dropping a kiss to Dex’s cheek and sitting down across from him.
“Oh, I’ll give you two a minute to check out the menu,” the waitress smiles, sounding relieved.
“What the hell are you - “ Dex starts to ask, but he’s interrupted yet again.
“Dex! Thank goodness you’re still here!” Chowder yells, practically sprinting towards them. “I was stuck in - oh, hey, Nursey.”
“Hey, bro,” Nursey grins, reaching out to fist-bump Chowder. Dex cannot believe his life. Chowder’s pulling up another chair to their table when the door opens again, and Dex groans because this time it’s Ransom and Holster both.
“William J. Poindexter!” Holster shouts.
“Bro, wait, Nursey and Chowder are here,” Ransom says, poking Holster’s side. They’re still walking over when Bitty bursts through the door.
“Dex - oh,” he laughs a little to himself, looking at everyone gathered around the small two-person table.
The waitress looks more than a little flustered when she comes back.
“I think we’re going to need a table that’s a little bit bigger,” Nursey drawls, smiling sweetly at her.
“Um, yeah, of course,” she nods, “Let me just go find a hostess.”
Dex can’t help but laugh at all of them dropping everything just to come in place of his date. They’re ridiculous. He loves them all.
“Thanks, guys,” he says.
“We got your back,” Bitty shrugs, ruffling his hair. They all jump when the door slams open again, and Dex almost falls off his chair laughing.
“Sorry we’re late!” Tango yells, tugging Whiskey behind him towards the table.
“Mmm,” John gives a soft murmur of satisfaction and stretches his socked feet out toward the fire for toasting. He shoots me a glance over his (third) glass of mulled wine, then smiles down into his drink when he sees me looking at him. Is it a significant sort of smile, or is that only my fancy? No, don’t let’s get into all that again or I’ll lose my nerve. I open my mouth to make my offer, but John interrupts me, “I’m glad we decided not to travel for Christmas this year.”
“Yeah, I mean it was lovely of your parents to invite us, but…” John trails off and looks around the room, “Well the flat looks nice. This is you, isn’t it?” He gestures toward the twinkling tree in the corner with his elbow. “I didn’t know you went in for this sort of thing.”
I shrug, “It’s only fairy lights and paper snowflakes, John. Hardly worth writing home about.”
John smiles, “Yeah, but you made the snowflakes yourself.”
“What sort of person would buy paper snowflakes?” John laughs, and I grin back, “It’s homely, isn’t it? I thought you might.” Shrug again, “I thought you’d like something. Normal.”
“Ahhh,” he says softly. “Something normal. Hmm.” John sips from his wine glass, “Maybe for the sake of law and order I ought to stop trying for normal. It doesn’t seem to be doing anyone any good, does it?”
My stomach twists. I fidget with the outer seam of my pyjama trousers and look at the tree, “You don’t like it.”
“Oh no, Sherlock. That isn’t what I meant at all,” John’s voice is so soft with drink and concern that I look away from the tree to meet his eye. “It’s lovely.” He leans forward, “You’re not the problem, really you’re not.”
“The problem?” John does not answer, only leans back in his chair with another little sigh and sets his nearly empty glass on the side table. My moment may have passed. Has probably passed. Then again it’s the sort of thing that only exists in the imagination. Dither briefly, then stand and stretch. I make for my music stand near the window and shuffle the sheet music about noisily. “John?”
John looks up dreamily, “Mmm?”
I lift my instrument, “Any requests?”
John cocks his head, “Do you know I’ll Be Home For Christmas?”
“Of course,” I turn to the window, raise my bow and begin to play. Glance at John’s reflection in the window, and he’s watching me intently with something so like pleased cunning flickering on his face that I nearly miss a note. Shut my eyes. Focus on my fingers. I play it through twice quite slowly and sigh with the last notes as they fade from the air, my eyes still shut. “Anything else?” I lower my violin and turn toward John’s chair to find John himself standing just behind me.
my favourite moment in the new beauty & the beast was when madam gardrobe “attacked” the three village ruffians by dressing them up in gowns & putting make up on them & two of them shrieked & ran but the third smiled & Served his Look right back at her
Can we just bask in the gloriousness of the scene?
How happy she is to see him!
I love that we have Elena, who knew Coulson for less amount of time compared to other people, telling him she ‘misses the old boss’, without making it sound like she thinks he gave up too easily, or like she believes he should feel guilty for stepping down or that he didn’t fight hard enough to stay the director.
(And look at her smile when she says that in the third to last gif and his breathless, surprised smile at the second to last.)
happy new year i want garfield the deals warlock to trap me in a glass case and sell me to the highest bidder who ends up being griffin mcelroy himself and as he holds me in his arms i look deep into his eyes and ask “are you going to vore me?” and he replies “you sick fuck thats just an online persona do yall really think i just eat every thing i see?” and i breath a sigh of relief “thank god!” i reply “so youve come to save me?” and griffin smiles as his third deity eye opens and he pulls a lever and a hole opens in the ground and he dangles me over the opening. i can hear wonderland music coming from down below and see the bright flashing lights. he drops me into the suffering game. i open my mouth to speak but i cant. all that comes out is griffins voice as angus mcdonald. i try to scream but griffin makes me laugh instead. what have i done. how did this happen. why couldnt he just vore me instead?