you did (with Saeyoung as a consultant, but still…): Check!
his dad: Check!
according to the magazines in the salon of your uncle’s girlfriend, you are
dating. But those magazines are weird, and… you’re not stupid, for Christ’s
sake! No, you’re not dating, because the guy who invited you to his house is
someone who almost doesn’t even look at you, and you’re pretty sure he had your
name written on his hand in the first band rehearsals just so he wouldn’t
forget. Yeah, that’s Jumin.
party that night, he gave you a ride (his driver did, actually). You were
slightly drunk and don’t remember much on what you talked about, now you know
it had something to do with you agreeing on going to his house the next day and
helping him choose the songs for the winter festival, and that you had to dress
mentioned that there would be a gathering promoted by his father, but you
didn’t remember. It’s nothing like it would make you feel less surprised,
because everything is so… friggin… fancy!
grateful you had the idea of calling Saeyoung for him to help you with an
outfit, otherwise it would be a swing and a mss like… like your hideous sequin
dress from V‘s party. Tsk… of course he would try to push you away with you
wearing that! Nah, not really, it’s just easier to think he is that superficial
rather than trying to understand what he was talking about, his mother, drums
and… Saeran? No, your poor taste in fashion, actually. And you’re glad you’re
on good terms to the point of him helping you look decent enough to be accepted
in Jumin’s dad party.
not less dislocated. Ugh… you’re almost missing the hipsters from V’s party, at
least they were trying not to look pretentious, these people here don’t even
try, they are straight up shoving the fanciness all over your poor face.
However, if it makes you feel any better, the guy who invited you isn’t having
the time of his life either.
“I hope you
don’t mind having to stay a little longer, MC. I wish you could just have come
and we could have discussed the songs, but my father insisted on me attending
to this circus of horrors.” Wow! “It would be rude to send you away so sudden
just so I could join this, that’s why I invited you.”
think you told me that last night.”
Hum, so you were both drunk last night.
hope this doesn’t bother you too much.”
To be honest, you wouldn’t mind him kicking
you out of there right after talking about the songs. Too bad he is actually a
polite guy that would make you feel bad for declining his invitation.
This must be fun.” Somehow, at some point, if you squint your eyes?
it. These Sunday parties my father throws are the worst!”
that bad. You want to know what my dad does on Sundays? He gets drunken
watching baseball and we went to the hospital more than once after he hurt
himself trying to do a home run with an imaginary bat.” He looks at you as you
look around the yard crowded with people laughing.
won this one.” He clinks his glass of gin on yours, and you smile softly. “But
don’t let yourself be fooled, this is terrible.”
little Jumin, you’re so tall now, look at how much you’ve grown!” a woman
shoves you subtly to stay by his side, hugging him. “Are you 18 already?” Oh
god… where is she touching him? You look away, blushing. Should you give them
some privacy or…
“I’m in high
school, so is she.” He points at you. Oh, why is involving you in this…
whatever is happening? “And we’re talking about high school matters, so if
you’ll excuse us…” he surrounds your shoulder with his arm and walk you guys
out of there.
man! Don’t tell me you finally got a girlfriend! Isn’t she a little short,
though?” a guy who looks a little older than him approaches the two of you.
you’re just too tall.” Ugh… you can’t even get started on how much you hate
guys talking about girls as if they aren’t there, so you talk.
Here, MC, let’s sit there.” He keeps guiding you, but somehow it feels like
you’re a shield. Well, you can understand why, these people are so indiscreet
and… rude. It’s not hard to see why he would use you as an excuse to stay away
from them… and now you get why he invited you in the first place.
think I won, Jumin.”
call it a tie, then. Sundays are dreadful as they are.” He smiles lazily, which
makes you feel really weird. What is this? Sympathy… for Jumin? “I should
apologize for dragging you to this, I suppose.”
should. But it’s fine, you shouldn’t endure this by yourself.”
V and Rika usually join me on these parties, maybe they will show up a little
later“ Please, no. “So until then, thank
you for bearing with me. I would propose a toast to you if you wouldn’t think
accept it if I haven’t left my glass there with your cougar friend.” He laughs
softly, so do you.
easy to fix.” He makes a gesture to a waiter, and… wait a minute, you know this
waiter. It’s hard not to recognize him, how many waiters with a long silver
hair could be here? “Bring her another ginger ale, please.”
speak for herself, jerk! What can I get you, MC?”Zen smiles widely as he bows
ale. “ As Jumin said… “What are you doing here, Zen?”
just a little gig to make some money to fix my bike. My friend set up for me,
remember him? The guy from the club?”
I’m glad to see you here, Zen!” you smile genuinely. Yes, it’s been a while you
don’t see him outside band rehearsals.
MC. Too bad I can’t say the same about him!” he glares quickly at Jumin, who
just rolls his eyes. Can he be really rude to the host’s son? Hum… it doesn’t
look like Jumin cares. “What about you, why are you here, MC?”
and I were talking about possible songs for the festival, and I decided to
stay.” Yeah, better avoiding a fight between them and making Zen get in
trouble, so it’s easier saying you invited yourself.
didn’t know you were becoming friends.” Jeez… he sounds so judgmental…
even gave her a ride last night.” Oh god… is Jumin teasing him? Ugh… you’re
getting a little tired of him using you as a shield, to be honest.
you are, son!” Jumin’s father joins you in your table, giving a quick glance at
Zen. The way he promptly moves away telling he’ll bring your ginger ale in a
minute makes you feel bad for him. “Are you having fun, young lady?”
you for having me here.” You’re becoming really good at lying these days, huh?
pleasure. Jumin doesn’t bring many female friends here, so I have to make sure
she’s being well treated. So have manners with her, son.”
father.” He nods coldly.
sure to introduce her to the band.”
he tell you? We invited a jazz band to play for us today. They are amazing,
Can’t wait to hear them!” Okay, this one is genuine, though. You really like jazz.
the band starts playing, you end up liking it even more! They are beyond
everything you’ve ever heard! The piano guy, the sax lady, and the singer! God,
the singer makes you feel you got transported to America circa 1920s, it’s
really amazing! You get completely enthralled to their performance you almost
forget Jumin sitting beside you in the table when the band joins you, as Mr.
Han requested. You feel like fangirling, but you do your best not to, since you
didn’t even know them before today.
used to more intimate shows, this one feels a little bigger, to be honest.” The
sax lady explains.
this was great, Thank you for inviting us, Mr, Han.”
pleasure, I always like to invite talented artists, I have to say it’s mainly
because I feel like educating my son here. Boy abandoned piano lessons to learn
how to play the bass, can you believe it? He could play jazz like you, but no…
he prefers lisening to… Meatball, or something like this.”
You say, earning a glance from Jumin.
you can play bass in jazz too. We don’t have a bass player now, but a bass line
can be really interesting.”
a lot of bass players actually were a big influence on defining the genre. Ray
Brown was as important as Charlie Parker doing the bebop.” You state, making
all the eyes in the table go to you, you immediately blush.
like jazz?” the sax girl asks you. Shit! You should have stayed quiet when you
had the chance.
did. Does. She likes jazz and I learned a lot from her.” Your mom isn’t dead,
no need to talk about her in the past.
amazing! We don’t see a lot of young kids interested in jazz.” The singer says
and smiles at you. You hold back a squeal when Jumin looks at you.
at her age prefer those pop ladies. You know those ones who say they don’t want
to be objectified, but objectify themselves in their lyrics.” Mr. Han says,
laughing as he takes a sip of his champagne.
these pop ladies as much as I like jazz, Mr. Han. Though I’m not really
familiar with these lyrics where they objectify themselves. You’re probably a
bigger fan than I am, then.”
sorry, young lady. It’s just is very surprising you would like such a refined
genre as jazz and something so… so… vulgar like pop music.”
That’s not a nice word, Mr. Han.”
please, he…” Jumin breathes heavily next to you.
isn’t vulgar. You know why so many girls at my age like pop? Because songs are
catchy, fun, and it’s one of the few genres you have mostly women.”
used to be in the 1950s.” the sax girl says, agreeing with you. You would be
cheering if you weren’t mad now.
ladies sing about their feelings, relationships, men that hurt them. Pop women
sing about having fun, enjoying themselves and there is room for heartbreak as
well, why not? Sure they don’t need to be so sexy all the time, but instead of
judging them, you should think this is part of what they do to make it in these
businesses, that are still ruled by men.”
that is the problem, you see, these women could rule the business if they want,
instead, they settle with being provocative because it will sell. Women are not
hungry enough, young lady.”
because look at Kesha and what happens when they try to speak up and break this
chain, Mr. Han.” Judging from his puzzled face, he has no idea of who is Kesha,
of course he doesn’t. “And, not that it actually matters, but pop singers can
be very renowned in the music business. Lady Gaga recorded a whole album with
Tony Bennett, Beyoncé has some major influences on Blues, Ariana Grande made a
duet with Stevie Wonder!”
song from that animation movie, right? It’s really good, it was nominated to
the Golden Globes and all.” The piano guy says. “I would like to play that song
can play right now. Do you know the lyrics?” the lady asks the singer.
“I do, but
it’s a duet, I can’t sing Ariana Grande.”
You say. “I mean, I can’t… I can’t really reach her, but I…” then you look at
Jumin, who looks insanely uncomfortable with everything. “I think this song has
a great bass line in the intro.” Then he looks at you, smiling softly, almost
like he isn’t allowed to smile.
here you are facing a stage you shouldn’t get up on, but your big mouth didn’t
care about. But this is different, you’re sharing the stage with professionals.
And this audience doesn’t seem as receptive as the one in the gay bar, they
know you don’t belong here. Even the jazz band must know that, this song is not
even jazz technically.
plays the bass intro, and now it’s too late to chicken out.
“See the girl with the diamonds in her shoes?
She walks around like she’s got nothin’ to lose. Yeah, she’s a go-getter, she’s everybody’s type. She’s a queen of the city but
she don’t believe the hype. She’s got her own elevation, holy motivation, so I
wrote some letters out in big bold type” Shit, the guy is as good as Stevie Wonder
himself. You’re so screwed!
you go: “See the boy with the Stevie
Wonder swag? Ain’t got a clue all the magic that he has. He’s a go-getter, he’s
everybody’s type, I'mma make it my mission, make him feel alright. He’s a
twelve on a ten point, rockin’ out to his joint. Just say the word ‘cause I
could sing all night” You look at
Jumin for a second, and he’s… smiling, smiling like he’s allowed to, he’s
buying this, isn’t he?
“I got faith in you,
honey. I got faith in you, girl. I met you, hallelujah” he even shares the mic with you
when you lean your head slightly on his arm, and keeps looking at you as you
walk back to keep the duet with the singer.
finish, the audience claps, but much more from politeness than from anything
else. Right now, though, you don’t really care. You did a good job, you were
having fun, and so was Jumin. Whew, what a relief! You were so sure he was mad
at you for arguing with his father like that…
nerves, young girl.” That’s all his father tells you when you get back to the
table. “Now sit there and let’s eat.”
“Oh, it was
about time. I’m starving!” you couldn’t really resist. Jumin rolls his eyes,
smiling at you.
so fun! You should totally go sing with us someday, MC! We usually play at a
bar next to the road, going to the beach .” the sax girl tells you.
love to.” You would, but you’re never daring yourself like this again. NEVER!
style, my man.” The piano guy tells Jumin, rocking him slightly as he holds his
shoulder. Jumin nods, a light shade of pink taints his cheeks. You have no idea
this guy could blush! “And you are very talented, girl.”
mom was totally right about you.” The singer says, smiling. What?
know my mom?”
“She has a
very intense voice, her gestures are very flamboyant sometimes, but there is a
lot of drama in her voice.” Yes, that’s definitely her, or what you used to
remember. “She’s in America now, guess she is working at one of those 60s cafes
where waitresses sing.”
“Oh… I… I
didn’t know.” You say quietly, it’s been a while you don’t think about her or
what she is doing.
“She is happy.
And she will be even happier when I tell her her daughter is growing to be a
ver talented artist.”
forget to mention ‘charismatic’” Jumin says, making you blush.
Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you guys, we’re going now. Thank you for
helping with the equipment.” Well, you really wanted to hang with them a little
you watch as they get in the van, the singer waves at you thought the rearview
mirror. The singer knows your mom, you’re so happy to hear about her after so
long. You’re so happy you could…
you crying, MC?” he asks, leaning down with widen eyes.
crying! Why would I be crying? Just because he’ll tell my mom I’m singing like
her? Just because I don’t see her in almost three years? Just because I… I
really miss her? I miss my mommy, Jumin!” you say the last part sobbing. “So
much I don’t even mind saying ‘mommy’ and letting you see me cry! I just…”
You feel his
arms wrapping you to bring you closer to his chest. Oh my… is Jumin Han hugging
you? Is he comforting you?
not seeing you cry anymore.” You both chuckle, which makes you feel comfortable
to hug him back.
exactly did you feel comfortable enough to be this close to him? Was it because
you sang together? Was it because you understood why he can be so… dense sometimes?
He has a complicated family as well, he knows what you’re feeling right now.
Could it be that Jumin Han has sympathy for you?
And, most importantly: is this the same guy who
threatened Zen? No, it can’t be. You can’t believe it! And when you look over
your shoulder, incredulity looks back at you through scarlet eyes. Zen doesn’t
believe in what’s happening right now either.
Summary: Sam and the reader were a happy couple until Sam lost his soul. Now the reader can’t stand to be around him, which Soulless!Sam doesn’t seem to mind until he starts having these ‘feelings’ that go beyond attraction.
Word Count: 2,427
Warnings: Alcohol, attempted sexual assault, violence, blood mention
Author’s note: Just an idea I’ve had rolling around in my head for a little while now. And since I have quite a bit of story telling to do, there will be several parts to this fic :)
Your relationship with Sam was one you had been dreaming of. It was filled with sweet kisses, warm hugs, hearty laughter, and sacred promises. He called you his other half and you couldn’t have agreed more. Your love was electrifying, to say the least. It left you tingling from head to toe. This was the guy you were sure to marry. When your one year anniversary started to near, Sam got you excited by telling you he had something special planned for you that day. He wanted to make it one of the best days of your life. That was all before he chose to accept himself as Lucifer’s vessel and sacrificed himself for the good of mankind. But when he jumped into the pit he took the promise of being together forever, in life or death, with him.
And now you were sitting across from this guy who looks exactly like Sam, sounds exactly like Sam, but is most definitely not Sam. Not your Sam. Not even close. This Sam has no soul. And with no soul, this Sam is unable to love. Unable to love you. You’re angry, furious even. Furious that Sam left you and His brother, leaving a shell of himself behind; hardened, and hollow on the inside.
“It’s not polite to stare, y'know.“
Sam’s voice brings you out of your thoughts and you realize you’ve been in a daze, probably drilling holes into this guy’s head.
You close the lore book you were supposed to be reading before you got lost in your racing thoughts. "Sorry.” You say, your tone not even close to being apologetic. You quickly get up from the table, not wanting to engage him any further, and walk out of the library.
I need a drink, you think as you enter your room. You grab your jacket, which was thrown haphazardly on the bed, and hightail it out of the Bobby’s house. You and the boys are staying with Bobby until you guys figure out the whole Sam situation. In the meanwhile, you and the boys are just house-sitting since Bobby is about two states over, working on a string of cases with an old hunting buddy. Dean says he should be back in a month or two.
You make the ten minute walk it takes to get to the nearest bar. The bartenders there already know you, seeing as you frequent the place every couple of days. You shake your head at yourself for adopting one of Dean’s bad habits.
“Hey, Y/N.” The redhead behind the bar greets you as you take a seat.
“Hey, Charlie. How are you?” You ask as you take off your jacket.
“Could be better. Some old guy just asked me to be his sugar baby.” You laugh as she makes a gagging noise.
“That’s absolutely terrible. I’m sorry.” You say, still giggling.
“Eh, I’ve gotten worse offers.” She shrugs. “So, how are you doing?”
“I’m gonna need your best bottle of whiskey.” You give her a knowing look.
“Oh, it’s that kind of night.” She turns around, grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels from the top shelf, one shot glass from the bottom, and pours you a shot.
She watches as you quickly down it and grimace as you slam the glass down on the counter. “Ugh. That never gets any easier.” You never liked whiskey but you knew it got the job done so you drank it anyway. “Another, please.”
“Well, since you asked so politely…” She teases as she pours you another glass. You take it, welcoming the burning sensation down your throat.
“Is it Sam?” She asks as she pours you a third shot.
You sigh at the sound of his name. “Yep. Still doesn’t have a soul.” Charlie was filled in on the whole monster thing when you and the boys saved her from a vengeful ghost a couple of months back. Now she’s become your best friend. You can talk to her about practically anything.
“Sorry to hear it.” She says as she watches you take your third shot of the night. You feel immediately feel tingles go down your spine and start to feel as light as air.
You shrug. “It’s okay, I guess. There’s not much anyone can really do about it.” You meet Charlie’s gaze and can see the empathy in them. That’s one of the things you love about Charlie. She never pitied you. She just understood. “Thanks, though.” You give her a sad smile and she returns the expression.
“So, another shot?” She smirks and doesn’t wait for you to answer to pour more of the brown liquid into your glass.
“You know me so well.” You say gratefully before you drink the alcohol. You close your eyes, sway a little, and smile as you open them.
Charlie chuckles at the goofy smile on your face. “How are ya feeling?”
“I feel absolutely divine.” You giggle to yourself.
Charlie nods. “Good to hear, babe.”
“I feel like, I feel…like I’m walking on air.” You sway from side to side, getting lost in the song that’s currently playing.
“That’s a good feeling.”
“It is…” You keep swaying, closing your eyes to feel the full effect of the alcohol.
“Shit,” You hear Charlie say under her breath and you open your eyes, wondering what’s going on.
“What’s wrong?” You tilt your head to the side like a child lost in thought.
Charlie gives you a tight lipped smile. “Nothing, sweetheart. I just remembered that I forgot to turn all of the lights off before I left.” Usually you’re able to tell when Charlie’s lying but in your state, you can’t tell much of anything.
What Charlie isn’t telling you is Sam is just entering the bar and he’s on his way over to you guys. At first, Charlie was going to tell you and help you steer him elsewhere but now she’s thinking that maybe what you need to do is talk to Sam, even if he’s without a soul and you’re practically drunk. What could go wrong, right? Besides, she’ll be right behind the bar, watching the entire thing go down.
You don’t notice when Sam takes a seat next to you. You’re too lost in your own little world. However, you do take notice when you hear his voice. You’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“One shot of whiskey, bartender.”
You sober up for a moment as you watch Charlie supply him with his shot. You keep your gaze on the shelves in front of you, refusing to acknowledge his presence.
“You know I’m right next to you, right?” You jump when Sam whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your skin. You still don’t face him.
“Aw, come on, you’re not going to talk to me?” His tone is condescending and you don’t appreciate it one bit.
You turn to him. “Fuck off.” You blurt out, your filter no longer in effect since the alcohol kicked in.
“Wow. Hostile, this one.” Sam says to Charlie, who looks a bit nervous at the moment.
You roll your eyes and return to staring at the stocked shelves.
“Okay. It’s obvious you don’t like me-
You cut him off. "Don’t you have something better to do? Like, fuck a girl or kill an innocent person maybe?”
Sam shrugs. “In a few minutes, maybe, but right now I’m talking to you.”
“Well, do me a favor and don’t.” You say quickly.
“Did we have a thing or something, ‘cause I’m kinda getting that vibe from you. I might not have a soul but i can pick up on certain things.”
You let out an exasperated sigh. “Why are you still talking? Leave me alone.”
“I’m intrigued by you.”
“That’s nice. Now go away.”
You hear Sam take a deep breath. “Nah, I’d rather stay here and bother you. It’s actually kind of fun. Your nose gets all scrunched up when you’re angry. It’s cute.”
You cheeks heat up at the last comment and you curse your body’s reaction to his words.
“I see that you’re blushing. I think we did have a thing. What happened, did I cheat on you or something?”
You grit your teeth and face him, even though it’s the last thing you want to do. All you want him to do is get off your back and if that means telling him about your relationship with him, then so be it.
“Yes, you and I were a thing, you ass. No, you didn’t cheat on me. We were together for a year and then you lost your soul. And now, I loathe you.” You put emphasis on the last part, making sure he gets the message because it seems like he’s not understanding you at all.
He pauses for a moment. “Y'know, loathe is a very strong word…”
You get out of your seat in a hurry. “I’m not doing this anymore. I’m gonna go and dance because I came here to have fun, not to talk to some soulless dick!” You walk away angrily, not caring what other people are thinking of you at the moment. When you get to the dance floor, you start to feel the effects of the alcohol again. You start to feel less angry and feel more loose. You smile at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to forget about Sam. When your favorite song comes on, you get excited and start to dance. You move your hips from side to side and thread your fingers through your hair. Your hands leave your hair and they trail down your body slowly and sensually, seemingly attracting some of the men around you but you don’t notice. You’re too lost in the music, too lost in your movement to notice anyone else. That is, until you feel a body move in behind you. You look over your shoulder and see a pretty decent looking guy moving in time with you. You mentally shrug and press your back against his chest, making it easier for you to dance together. You dance with him for about an hour and a half, taking a break in-between to take one or two shots, before you begin to feel tired and decide to go home. You begin to take the guy to the empty hallway that leads to the bathrooms so he can hear you better. As you walk over there you see Sam with some blonde sitting on his lap. The image drives a nail through your heart and you take a deep breath, trying to regain focus so you can talk to this guy. You tell him you had a great time but that you should really be going now. You start to walk away from him when you feel a tight grip around your wrist and you’re yanked back into this stranger’s arms.
“C'mon baby, I thought we were having a good time.” He says as one of his hands travel down your backside and squeezes your ass. You try to push him away from you but it’s to no avail. You’re so drunk that you can’t keep his hands off you, much less push him away.
“Stop, get off of me!” You yell, hoping that someone will hear you but the music’s so loud you doubt anyone can. The aggressive stranger throws you up against the wall and begins to kiss your neck. “Please, I just want to go home. Just let me go home.” A couple of tears escape your eyes as you try to plead with the man. You try your hardest to fight him off, kicking and screaming. You’re about to give up when the man is suddenly yanked away from you and thrown on the floor. It’s hard for you to see well in the barely lit hallway but you see a very tall man, your savior, pick up your assailant and begins to punch him beyond recognition. After a few good hits, you hear a bone crushing crack and assume the guy’s nose has been broken. You wince at the sounds of the beating, and actually start feeling a bit scared of the man who has saved you. You’re thankful for the rescue but you’re afraid that he might actually kill the man. You think about intervening until you see him knee your attacker, head butt him, and then throw him back on the floor. It seems like he’s done until the tall man kicks your attacker one last time before he leaves him a bloody mess.
“You okay?"The tall man asks as he begins to approach you.
Wait, you know that voice. "Sam?”
“In the flesh.” He has some blood on his face and hands but it doesn’t seem like he cares. Again, he doesn’t have a soul. “Dean’s been up my ass. He won’t stop calling.” He reaches into his back pocket and checks his phone. He groans and grabs you by the arm, sending a small tingle down your spine, and leads you out of the bar.
No words are exchanged between the two of you until you’re about a minute away from Bobby’s.
“T-thanks.” You say quietly.
“For what? Kicking that guy’s ass over there?” He asks.
You nod. “I, uh, didn’t think you would have-”
“Helped you out after you went full bitch mode on me?”
“Yeah.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.
“I might be soulless but I’m not a complete monster, Y/N. The guy got what was coming to him.”
You nod once again and don’t say another word until Dean opens the door.
“Whoa, what the hell happened?” Dean takes in Sam’s bloody face and fists.
“This guy tried to hurt me and Sam beat him up.” You explain.
“'Are you okay?” His emerald green eyes hold concern as he focuses on you and all you can do is nod.
“Just tired, I guess.”
“I bet.” He agrees as he looks you over, checking for injuries. You should get some sleep.“
Dean opens the door completely and motions for you to come inside. You walk into the house and head straight for one of the spare rooms that you have claimed as your own.
You slowly take off your clothes, your wavering balance and hazy vision making you aware of the fact that you are still drunk. You put on a white tee and shorts before you drag yourself into bed, suddenly feeling very sleepy once your head touches the pillow. It takes you less than two minutes for you to slip into unconsciousness.
Author’s Note: requested by @angel34jolly-blog. thank you so much for requesting this!!! i loved writing this one out, we need much more tony fluff in our lives.
Request: “Christmas Tony fluff for picking out a tree, decking the halls, and going overboard.”
“I swear, play ’All I want for Christmas is you’ one more time–”
“Oh stop being such a bah humbug, Tony. This song is incredible, thank you very much.” you addressed while slapping him across the head with tinsel and continued to repeat the song.
Tony sighed, continuing to hang more decorations in your shared apartment. During this time of year, the two of you always went overboard with decorations. You didn’t care whatsoever of how overly decorated your apartment appeared.
“Okay so,” you said while measuring the wall, “Something tells me that we won’t be doing anything today, right?”
Prompt:After damaging $1000 worth of private property on a dare Lucas needs a quick way to make the money to pay the guy back. When Charlie Gardner suggests a bet Lucas takes him up on his offer. And what is the bet? Get into the pants of Riley Matthews, the schools very own goody two-shoes princess. Word Count: 1,791 Chapter:6
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Lucas waited. He waited for her to answer his texts but they
were all left unanswered. He waited for her to pick up his calls but they all
went to voicemail. He waited outside her classes and by her locker but she
never showed. He even went so far as to drop by her house unannounced but no
one was home. Riley Matthews had fell off the face of the earth and he was
slowly losing his mind.
A part of him was legitimately worried he imagined the whole
thing. How could someone he only knew for a short period of time already mean
so much to him? How could he go on with his life knowing she was out there,
that she was hurt and he was the reason why? How could he let this happen?
After school he sits in the auditorium, watching the drama
club rehearse for their production of Les Mis. Riley was supposed to play the
part of Éponine but since she seemingly disappeared Margaret Coin, her
understudy was now stepping in her place.
He listened to the way she sung it, unimpressed and slightly
annoyed that Margaret had the nerve to sing her song.
Her rendition of On My Own was the first time he saw Riley, really saw her, the first time he heard
her. And the emotion, the tone of her voice, it was like it set his soul on
His mind starts to wander back to how different things were
only a month ago…
She sat on the floor
of his room, back pressed against the foot of his bed as he played her his
favorite songs. He compiled a rather impressive list of all his go-to’s. The
ones that make him sad, the ones that make him smile, the ones he’s embarrassed
he knows all the words to.
So I wrote this after I saw Girl Meets Yearbook about a week ago. This is how I would have loved for Semi Formal to go, but I also really just wanted to write a Riarkle fanfic, because I barely see any in the tags. It also has a bit of Lucaya in it. ;) Enjoy! And please let me know what you think of it. :)
Riley was standing next to a table full of delicious foods and the ‘always famous for being at proms’ punch as she watched the school’s gym full of dancing people. A faster song was on and many people gathered on the dancefloor including Missy, who was in the very middle having all the attention from most of their classmates. She was wearing a shorter pink dress, that barely reached her knees and her hair was straightened for the night. She was jumping and laughing as the others just watched her being fascinated by her dancemoves. Riley rolled her eyes playfully and searched for her friends in the room with her eyes wide open. They eventually landed on one of the corners of the gym, where quite far from anyone or anything Maya and Lucas were dancing and laughing to the fast rythm of Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night. They looked comfortable and like they’re having a really good time. Riley smiled at them, because even though she might have felt a little jealousy she was the one who came to the dance with Charlie instead of Lucas and she couldn’t blame him that he was enjoying the formal. Especially that it meant that Maya also had fun and didn’t just sit in one of the chairs the whole night looking at people with a bored expression on her face while wishing she was somewhere else. Speaking of Charlie, Riley searched for him with her eyes scrolling through the room once again. He was talking to one of his friends, Billy but when he caught her staring at him he smiled and crossed the gym to get to her. “Hey, sorry I didn’t mean to leave you alone, just Billy came without a partner and he wanted to talk a bit.” “No problem. I’m glad he is having a good time. You’re a nice friend.” “Thanks. Listen, I promised Smackle months ago that I’d dance with her. We were closer friends a few years ago. Is that a problem?” “No, of course not. Go, have fun, I’ll just talk to Maya for a bit.” She said, as she started making her way through the crowd to Maya who by now was sitting at a table and talking to Lucas. Charlie seemed like a nice guy, and Riley liked him as a friend, but even though she said yes to his invitation she didn’t think of it as an actual date or something. They just went together as friends. Just like Maya and Lucas. “Hey, so how’s the party?” Riley asked when she reached them. “It’s actually better than what I imagined. And the songs are good. I expected them to be super old and boring since the teachers picked them.” “Yeah, I guess they did a little research or something. You know, like Youtube videos with titles like '10 best songs of 2014’ or whatever.” “Probably.”
As they were talking by the table they saw Farkle coming towards them. He wore his hair a little combed to the side so they could actually see his forehead, something that has been hiding since the fifth grade. Farkle kept his new style of clothing after the image change the yearbook caused a while ago. At first his friends feared that he might get a new personality along with the full wardrobe change, but they pretty soon realized that there was absolutely nothing to be afraid of. Farkle was his old self even with a new image, maybe even more than ever. Now that people didn’t immediately thought of him as a genius based on his looks he proved them even more how smart he actually is. Riley was relieved that he stayed the Farkle she has known in her whole life. She remembered one of the few wise things her Uncle, Eric had told her.'Lose one friend, lose all friends, lose yourself.’ Riley kept this saying close to her heart since her big fight with Maya. She even wrote it down and put it up on her wall above her bed. The first time Cory saw it he laughed and hugged her. 'I guess Eric had an impact on you didn’t he?’
“Hey guys.” Farkle waved when he got to the table. “Hey, what’s up?” Lucas asked with a smile on his face. “Nothing much. Smackle is dancing with Charlie so I thought I’ll come and chat a bit.” he and Isadora came together to the formal. “Lucas, can you please help me? We need someone to help carry the equipments of the band from the second floor, here, to the gym.” Cory asked as he reached the table with his daughter and her friends sitting and standing around it. “No problem, sir.” He smiled and got up to go with Mr. Matthews to the storage on the second floor of John Quincy Adams where earlier that day they put the performing band, Sheppard’s stuffs.
“Hey Riles, I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Maya said and she stormed off to the corridors. “Guess it’s just us then.” Riley smiled at Farkle as she stood up from her seat leaving her half empty glass of punch on the table. “Yeah. It looks like our partners are having a good time.” he said as he looked across the room to see Cahrlie and Smackle sitting with a crowd and talking about something. Then suddenly everyone started laughing around them. “They are.” Riley smiled at him.
As they were standing there suddenly a slow song came on. The people on the dance floor started to form into couples and swing slowly to the rythm of the song. Riley recognized it. It was 'Just A Kiss’ by the band Lady Antabellum. “Riley?” Farkle said quietly, that she could only hear because the song was slow and light. “Yeah?” “Can I have this dance?” he asked as he reached with his hand to hers. He was smiling in that special way Riley liked so much, something she loved to see every time ever since they were little kids. “Absolutely.” she said with a big smile as she grabbed his hand. Farkle lead her close to the middle of the room, than spinned her around so she was standing face to face with him. He put his hand on her waist hesitantly. Riley smiled and put her hands around his neck where she clunched them. They were just slowly swinging for a while, when Riley broke the silence. “Farkle, can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Are you really okay with this new look? I mean it started because of the yearbook and I don’t want you to just keep it because you think people would pay more attention to you like this.” she said while looking straight into his eyes. “I told you. I liked this new image. I wanted to try something new. I am growing up. And I am changing and there’s nothing wrong with that.” “Yeah, I know, but,don’t you miss your turtlenecks?” a small smile came across her face as she remembered that Farkle put his favourite orange turtleneck in their time capsule, the one she borrowed when her father gave out the awards of the year last schoolyear after that fight with Billy. “They’re not gone Riley. They just sit in my closet for a little bit. I’ll just grab them the second I feel like I want to. I didn’t throw anything away because of the new clothes.” “That’s good. I wouldn’t want you to change who you are because of some stupid vote. People can think whatever they want about us, but the only ones who can lable any of us are ourselves.” “I know. And I’m sorry.” he said with a sad look on his face and in his eyes. “For what?” “For dragging you with me. I changed into that dark look because I wanted to show people I’m not who they think I am. I shouldn’t have pulled you with me. You’re perfect just the way you are. All of us are.” “It wasn’t you that changed me. I’ve done it by myself. You just came to check on me to see if I was okay. And I appreciate that.” Riley said with a shy smile. “But I know by now that it was only because I wanted to prove something that I never needed to.”
“Further. Further. I said further. 5 inches at least. That’s what the invite said.” Cory cried as he was walking in the middle of the gym inside the dancing couples. He was one of the chaparones and it was hard enough on it’s own, he didn’t need to have to go around and tell everyone to dance furher from their partner. Especially the ones who hugged each other really tightly, like Darby and Yogi did. He just pulled a black haired boy away from a girl when he looked around searching for other people to educate about the rules of semi-formal. He than saw Riley dancing with Farkle. His daughter was dancing with a Minkus! They were keeping the distance, but just as Cory started to relieve he saw that Riley took a step closer and hugged Farkle, putting her head on his shoulder as he tightened his hold around her waist. “Whoah, whoah, whoah, where to little bro?” Eric asked while grabbing his shoulder the second Cory wanted to start running towards his daughter, who was way too close to the boy, who makes a sport out of teaching his lessons instead of him. “They are standing way too close. I have to pull them apart. It’s the rule.” “I don’t think so.” “Yeah, Cory, they are so sweet, don’t disturb them” Jack said who just got there and was by now standing next to his former roommate/best friend. “But… But…” “Just let the girl have some fun.” Eric said while rolling his eyes along with putting a wide smile on his face. “Fine.” he said slowly. “But I’m blaming you if anything goes wrong. Both of you! Got it brother? Jack?” “Absolutely.” they said at the exact same time, which made them laugh.
“They look like they’re having a good time.” Lucas said to Maya as they stood on the side of the dancefloor watching Farkle and Riley dance. “Yeah.” Maya said with a small smile. “He still likes her, doesn’t he?” “Yeah, he does, but it’s different. Kind of strange. But also nice. He accepted that she wants to be friends, not more.” “Oh, come on Huckleberry, look at them.” “Well, we’ll see. Until than, how about a dance?” he said as he turned to face her. “I don’t really know how to dance to slow music Cowboy.” she said hesitantly. Did he really ask her to dance? But why? “It’s easy, I’ll show you. Besides, we came to the dance together. You owe me a dance Hart.” he said with a playful smirk as he led the still objecting girl to the dancefloor.
“The song’s over, Riley.” but she didn’t show any sign of wanting to let him go and take her head away from his shoulder. “There’s another one coming, I’m sure.” And just when she said it a beaitiful melody filled their ears after the few second of silence. “You wanna stay for another dance?” she asked hugging him tighter than before. “Yes, very much.” “Great. That’s great.” she smiled into his shoulder as they stayed in their previous position with Eli Lieb’s Safe In My Hands playing in the background.
Semi-formal was gonna be great. For a lot of reasons. Riley was sure of that when she got ready for this evening in her room. The only thing she didn’t think was that her favourite moment from the whole night would be her slow dancing with the boy she has known for so long. The boy, who climbes up to her window weekly and the boy who always has something smart or wise to say. The boy, who managed to stay himself, while showing a completely new side of him. The boy who asked her to her very first dance at a semi-formal.
P.S.: I wrote this before I saw any of the clips from semi formal that are on Tumblr. So that the clip where Farkle asks Riley to dance and she says ‘absolutely’ in the same way is a complete coincidence. :D
There's always been unexplained stuff in SPN but S10 makes no sense. Dean became a teen and the Mark was gone. Why was the Darkness still locked away? And what's with the Destiel subtext? Nothing comes out of it. I loved S10 until the last 3 episodes. But Dean telling Sam he should be up there not Charlie? What? And again they choose each other over the world. This only was heartbreaking cuz I wanted them to be heroic as they used to be (Swan Song for example...) but they weren't and it's sad.
Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. I agree with you to some extent
that there are some things that don’t make sense in season 10, but I’m gonna
try to help you with some of the doubts you have mentioned.
1) Dean became a teen and the Mark was gone.
Why was the Darkness still locked away?
where Dean became a teen was 10x12 (About a Boy). At that time, Cain, the original
person bearing the Mark, was still alive. Remember Death told Dean that “[he]
could remove the Mark but only if [he] would share it with another to ensure
that the lock remains unbroken and the Darkness remains bound.” While Cain was
still alive, the spell could have been performed to save Dean and the Darkness would
have still been locked away. Cain died in episode 10x14 (The Executioner’s
Song). Once that happened, Dean became the only “lock”, so voila!
2) What’s with the Destiel subtext? Nothing
comes out of it.
I sort of
understand your frustration, dear, but I don’t share it. Long before we knew
the show was going to get renewed for one more season, I had been saying that
the Dean/Cas dynamic was going to get dragged into season 11 if the renewal
became a reality. Guess what happened? Yeap. The Dean/Cas dynamic wasn’t
resolved! That’s not really surprising, to be honest. Everything indicates that
Dean and Cas are endgame (whether romantically involved or not). Season 10 made
us question what the hell Castiel’s role is. His role in the season was
basically a very obvious “life crisis” for him in some way. Poor Cas doesn’t even
know where he belongs. Metatron made him start thinking about it in 10x18. The
only thing Cas knew for sure was that he was going to be wherever Dean was (no
matter if Dean was murdering the world). However, there’s a lot more to be said
about Cas’ relationship with Dean. The subtext is there. We, Destiel shippers,
probably wish it became text, but it’s not the time. The show is NOT going to
give us something, anything good unless it’s the series final episode. (And
noooo… I don’t think that’s queerbaiting. I talked about that over here if you’re
3) Dean telling Sam he should be up there not
Charlie? And again they choose each other over the world.
era has been trying hard to work on the relationships between the main
characters. It hasn’t been very solid in myth arcs, but the personal journeys
have been interesting. (At least they have been to me). If season 10 had been
the last one, the brothers would have somehow resolved their toxic relationship
(codependency), the same way that the Dean/Cas relationship would have been
resolved. But just as nothing came out of the Dean/Cas relationship, nothing
different came out of the Dean/Sam relationship either. OK, true, they chose
each other over the world, but next season they’ll have to face the
consequences. Sam was ready to let Dean kill him. Dean is aware that they can’t
go on like this; that their codependency ends up hurting other people, killing
other people. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to kill his little brother,
which is important because they both need to learn to LET GO without having to
kill the other person.
episode 9x07? Timmy and his ghost mother? In that episode, Dean said some things
that were meant for himself (and for Sam, too). Some of Dean’s words were: “She
can’t move on”, “You gotta let her go. You’ll be okay”, “Sometimes you gotta do
what’s best for you, even if it’s gonna hurt the ones you love.”
did Timmy tell his mom? “Mommy, stop it!
Stop hurting people!”
that in season 10 they killed Charlie off, but I understand why it happened. (Though I don’t justify and WILL NEVER
justify the dreadful way in which everything happened). Dean and Sam had to
mirror each other perfectly in the narrative. Dean didn’t respect Sam’s wish
(to die). He couldn’t move on without Sam; he couldn’t let go and ended up
hurting people (Kevin died). On the other hand, Sam didn’t respect Dean’s wish
(to stay away from the book of the damned). He couldn’t move on without Dean (Sam
literally said it in 10x18); he couldn’t let go and ended up hurting people
(Charlie died). Both Kevin and Charlie were family and they died because of the
toxic relationship between the Winchester brothers. They need to stop hurting
the answer is not for Dean to kill Sam or for Sam to kill Dean. The answer is
to let the other person go, to understand that they’ll be okay. Now that the
narrative has turned both of them into the opposite of heroes (and that was
ON PURPOSE), in season 11, somehow they should start anew. Their relationship
should be different, but don’t expect that to happen all of a sudden. Baby
steps, but that’s where we’re going. The final resolution of this will be once
they decide they’ve reached their final season. (Maybe season 12?)
the part when Dean told Sam that it should be him up there. That wasn’t 100%
Dean. He was hurting because of Charlie’s death, obviously, and he’s always
been hard on Sam when he’s the one who’s made mistakes. Dean was very hard on
himself when Kevin died, but he was harder on Sam this time because he had the
Mark of Cain and that kinda made him talk without using any type of filter. Or
at least, that’s how I perceived the scene.
I’m glad that
you didn’t see the season 10 finale as heroic. It wasn’t supposed to be. We’re
supposed to question the relationship between Dean and Sam. We’re supposed to
feel sick about it. We’re supposed to kinda hate them for what they’ve done.
You know why? The show’s always been about the brothers, blah, blah, blah. But
the brothers have always had a destructive relationship that we didn’t care to
question before. They get people killed and as long as those people are not
favorite characters, we seem to be okay with that. What happens when the
so-called “family” gets hurt in the name of the “brodependency”? That’s when we
don’t like it because our heroes seem more evil than the villains. The thing is that our heroes are not perfect. They’re not totally good, but they’re not
totally bad either. Hopefully, this time they learned their lesson. They will
have to save the world AGAIN, and once they do, they will be ready to walk
their separate ways and move on. They’ll be ready to be brothers. No more
surrogate son, no more father figure. Just brothers.
hey, look idk could you just like let me know if you still want to be tagged or if i tagged you wrong? because ive got no fucking idea what the hell im doing anymore. is anyone even still reading this? like theres so many amazing new stories out right now. idk. do tags even work?
Music is magical to her. There’s a fire that lies within
every song, from quiet single flames to the roar of wildfire tearing through a
forest, there is truly something miraculous tied and tangled within every beat.
It fills her up, it lets her free, and she flies through the air. But it’s only
the very few, truly special songs that empower her to travel far away.
And so Rae did. She found a Radiohead CD and shoved it in
the player, stuck her hands out in the air and she took off into the air, the house
she once was trapped in was so far gone she wouldn’t even be able to remember
the colour of the walls had she tried. With her eyes closed she can’t feel the
carpet, she can’t feel his touch, she doesn’t hurt from the bruises. She is
secluded and free all at the same time. Isolated yet connected to the only
thing that could ever matter to her. She doesn’t smell last night’s dinner she
smells freshly cut grass and the slightest bit of Finn’s cologne from that day
in the park.
Summary:AU based off the movie “Music and Lyrics”; Phil Lester’s a “has-been” - a jaded popstar slowly fading into obscurity. But when UK’s new princess of pop, Zoella, asks him to write her next single, Phil gets a chance at reinvention. There’s just one problem - he’s never been good at writing lyrics, just the music behind it. Enter Dan Howell, the strange young man who waters his plants and has a way with words.
Genre: AU/Fluff/Mild Angst (later chapters)
Rating: PG-13, could go higher
Word Count: 1327
A/N: WOW it’s been five months since i last posted anything and even longer since i’ve updated this fic jfc. i’m so shit sorry guys how are any of you still here. my schedule is still as sporadic as ever and it’s about to get even worse and i can’t be on tumblr as much anymore but i missed writing and i missed everyone so guess who’s back back again ~~~ but in all seriousness, thank you so much to everyone for sticking around, it means the world to me. this chapter is kinda short bc my internet connection sucks rn but i’ll try my hardest to post the next part by this wednesday (i make a lot of promises i know know but hold me to this one)(also i posted this entire chapter using html code on the tumblr mobile app bc the internet hates me)
“Bloody hell, Peej, couldn’t even mention it in passing, could you? ‘Oh, by the way, Phil, Zoella’s hell-bent on having you write a song for her in six days so make sure you don’t look like an idiot when she mentions it.’ A heads-up would’ve been really fucking nice!”
Hold onto your britches ladies and gents. This is gonna be a long ass post!!
THe night started out going to something called “chalk talk”. It was advertised as a chance to see the final warm up and rehearsal of the show, but they couldn’t guarantee which performers would be there. So we all decided to take a chance and go. It basically consisted of the 12 or so of us, and then every local youth skating group. So basically 50 or so girls under the age of 12 in full performance makeup and sparkly skating costumes. The highlight of the event was Maks on his cell phone in the background while a retired ice dance team answered some skating questions being asked. Maks came down a set of stairs, walked across the ice, and then began pacing the dance stage, back and forth. And he was on the whole time. My guess is it was Sway business. And then it ended. Haha.
So then we had about an hour to kill inside the arena before the show started. A couple ladies went to buy concessions, and when they came back told us still in the seats Meryl’s parents were at the concession stand talking to Nanette ( @love4liberty) so of course I barreled over people and ran up the stairs. When I got to the top I took a breath and walked up cool as day saying “there you are Nanette. I wondered where you went”…in order to not seem like a creeper wanting to talk to them. Nanette was talking to them about Meryl and Charlie’s hectic schedules currently, and also some family plans for the holidays. Let me just say I am 5 feet tall, and I was in flats and still taller than Cheryl. anyway, Cheryl was talking about Meryl and Charlie going back to Japan in January and how much they love Japan and are treated so well there by the fans. She was talking about how she was nervous about the weather over there recently and the monsoon that hit the last time they were there. Paul chimed in that it hit the day they were leaving, but luckily they got out before it did. She said that sometimes when they stayed there, they would feel earthquakes In the middle of the right so they’d have to reach up over the bed and hold the framed picture in the hotel on the wall so it didn’t fall on their heads, and when it was over they’d fall back asleep!!! She also said she isn’t a huge fan of Japan, and I asked where her favorite place she’d been with them was she said “has to be Italy”! She went on to say how much Meryl loves the Italian culture and way of life and how “freakishly fluent she is with the language”. And that even the Italian international judges were impressed by Meryl’s Italian. I told Cheryl I lived in Rome for 3 months, and she asked me if I just loved it, which I told her I did. Nanette then was talking to them about her experience at Vera Bradley the day before, and showed her pics and told the story of Meryl picking out he bag and Maks complaining about the big pink flowery bag. Paul stated “that’s her” and smiled really big. Nanette asked for a picture, which they graciously took and then said they were going to find their seats and “hide cause they don’t like to have their pictures taken that often". And off they went. And yes they are coming to sway tonight at 7:30 as they talked to Johanna (@hannajoworld) about waking up for a 6 am flight to make their way to nyc the next morning!
After they left I was hanging in the concourse area with some of the girls, when we see activity behind this black curtain. We walk up to it…the curtain moved from someone walking past, and there they were! Maks, Meryl, and Charlie all doing an extremely small m&g. So we crowded around a crack in the curtain and a vending machine to catch a few small glimpses of them interacting with fans. Nothing really to report. It was adorable. Then all of the sudden, Charlie white walks out from behind the curtain, followed by Meryl (with a huge bouquet in her arms) and maks (I believe he was also carrying something). They walked down a flight of stairs and then into an “employees only door”. All this and the show hasn’t even started yet!!!
We went to our seats….and let me say for it supposedly being set up with the head of ticketing for the arena, weren’t very good seats! We were soooo far from the stage! Silver lining was directly across the ice from us sat the Davis parents…and a few seats down from them was Charlie’s mom and grandma and other family members. At one point before the show Joslin and her husband went over and chatted with Cheryl and Paul for a few minutes, before heading to their seats. After running a little bit behind, the show finally started with the opening number—obviously. They introduced some skaters, then the professional dancers, with sharna second to last and Maks last. And the announcer pronounced chmerkovskiy like germ-kovskiy all night. Not cool. Then they announced Meryl and Charlie, and we got to see maks beam with pride watching them skate. See @amys3goldens for the pic and many more to come! They announced the show would be divided into 3 sections, blues, tango, and salsa.
Meryl and Maks’ Argentine tango was in the very first section, after a couple skating numbers. And even from far away the heat and passion and chemistry melted me and probably the ice😉. It was so great to see Meryl in her tango costume, leading us to speculate how she came to possess it! It happened so fast it felt like a 30 second dance, when it was probably more like 2 minutes. Still relatively short but still! A couple more skating numbers, then Charlie and sharna danced a jive to “rock around the clock”. Was adorable and they killed it. We suspect it was brand new choreography as we hadn’t seen it before! After another skating number there was a 25 minute intermission. During this time Amy informed us her row still had 6 empty seats and was MUCH closer to the stage, so we moved. After siting down, @michellelabelle36 showed me the post about the Vera Bradley vip m&g passes to the first person to find the rep in section 113. So I jumped over a bunch of people, stepping on toes and everything, and literally ran around the whole concourse from section 102 to 113! Whew! I got there and asked the usher if she knew anything about it. She didn’t but said there was a large group of people in her section wearing “all access” passes and I should go ask them. Those people were in fact the Davis and white families. Obviously I didn’t ask them, but I did sit directly behind Cheryl and Paul for a hot second while I fiendishly looked for the rep. When I checked Twitter again, I saw they were already given away cause the rep was on the concourse. False advertising as they said they were sitting in a row in the stands. But it’s whatevs.
At this point the intermission had ended, and I was still sitting behind the Davis parents. As I was getting up to leave, Meryl and Charlie came on and skated to “I won’t give up” so I of course stayed and watched and taped it. After that routine I started making my way back to my new seat…and found the Vera Bradley rep. I told her what happened, and she kinda giggled while apologizing and I laughed too. She then gave me a keychain wallet. When I said I had 6 total in my group, she gave me 5 more. Free swag rocks! (Later found out they gave them out at the door to everyone who attended lol!). The next half of the show was a lot more skating than dancing tbh. Sometimes Louis and sharna would dance on the stage while skaters were skating. And then Louis and sharna did a rumba! Sharna was smokin as usual. During this time, tony was sitting in the first row on the ice and goofing around dancing in his chair and acting silly to a Marc Anthony song. @michellelabelle36 posted a video! Hilarious. At one point maks came out and whispered something in Tony’s ear, and they both walked backstage.
Skating was still going on. I don’t remember most names to talk more about those numbers unfortunately. the show came to an end with Bella Thorne coming to do her one song. That she lip-synced the whole time. No Bueno. It was pretty terrible. Also we were kinda surprised that we saw Meryl forget some choreography! That hardly ever happens but the girl is so frickin busy it totally makes sense! After the show ended, they asked people to stay as some performers were going to go again if they messed up. While the producers were talking to the performers to see who wants to go again, Maks came tip-toeing onto the ice right into the middle where the girls with the “all we want for Christmas is a picture with maksim sign”. There was so much screaming and squealing from them and the audience. His interactions with them were adorable! Smiled so big for the pics with them, then hugged them each individually and hugged their momma! Then he kinda walked/glided/slid/along the ice down the row to a couple of older ladies and have them big hugs and took pics with them. That’s when the producers asked Meryl and Maks if they were going to redo their dance. We waited with bated breath….and yes Meryl and Maks agreed to do their tango again!! Hallelujah! They were off backstage to go change. During this time, sharna came out to the same section maks had just been in to take pics with fans. She made her way over to where myself and Michelle were standing, and took a selfie making a kissy face! Yes I have a pic with lord sharna. Pinch me! After the pic I told her I had to ask her a weird question, and she was interested to hear what it was. I asked if she’d let me take a video of her winking. She threw her head back laughing and said of course…then proceed to wink at me. The video is currently a little dark but I’m hoping I can fix it on my computer!
their second tango we were much closer to seeing them…thankfully. It seemed to have even more passion and chemistry than the first. Maybe because there was or maybe because I was sitting closer and could see it better. Up for debate. But people were shouting “ow ow” and other things the second time, especially when maks runs his hands up Meryl’s legs at the beginning. That part was frickin steaming hot the second time around. At the end after they took their bow, Meryl starts to walk by maks, kind of without stopping, thinking he’d follow her. Instead maks grabs her around the stomach/hips and pulls her back into him with the biggest grin I’ve ever seen!!! I died. And squealed. Out loud. And then continued on their way off stage, arms around each other’s backs. they then whisked away to the airport to ride in their private plane with tony and sharna to sway! That’s pretty much the whole recap of the night. The rest was spent drinking moscato and debriefing with the girls and fangirling over the insane quality of pictures Amy took. I mean the girl took over 200 hq pics just from the first time they danced! And each shot is a work of art!
random side note: I saw the Davis parents at the airport at 5:30 am this morning. They are on the same flights as Johanna and Anita to sway. Since Johanna had a lovely conversation with Cheryl last night, she was going to try and be friendly and speak to them again if they didn’t mind. Can’t wait to get to nyc to hear from her!!!
In August of 1982, Interview’s executive editor, Bob Colacello, interviewed Michael Jackson, then 23, at the condominium in the San Fernando Valley that the singer was renting with his family while their house nearby was being redecorated. (Andy Warhol called from New York midway through their conversation.) Jackson, of course, was already famous for his work with his brothers in the Jackson Five, but his first adult solo album, Off the Wall (1979), released three years earlier, had made him a star in his own right. When this interview took place, he was at work on a storybook companion record for the Steven Spielberg film E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)—hence the E.T. references—and was fielding an array of film-role offers. He was also finishing up recording Thriller (1982), which would go on to become the best-selling album of all time. The following is an excerpt from their interview as it originally appeared as the cover story of the October 1982 issue.
BOB COLACELLO: Did you like performing as a child? Did you always love it?
MICHAEL JACKSON: Always did. I always enjoyed the feeling of being onstage—the magic that comes. When I hit the stage it’s like all of a sudden a magic from somewhere just comes and the spirit just hits you and you just lose control of yourself. I came onstage at Quincy’s [Jones] concert at the Rose Bowl and I did not want to go onstage. I was ducking and hiding and hoping he wouldn’t see me hiding behind people when he called me on. Then I went up there and I just went crazy. I started climbing up the scaffold, the speakers, the light gear. The audience started getting into it and I started dancing and singing and that’s what happens.
COLACELLO: How do you compare acting to performing on the stage?
JACKSON: I love both. Acting is the cream of the crop. I love performing. It’s a phenomenal getaway. If you want to really let out everything you feel, that’s the time to do it. With acting, it’s like becoming another person. I think that’s neat, especially when you totally forget. If you totally forget, which I love to do, that’s when it’s magic. I love to create magic—to put something together that’s so unusual, so unexpected that it blows people’s heads off. Something ahead of the times. Five steps ahead of what people are thinking. So people see it and say, “Whoa I wasn’t expecting that.” I love surprising people with a present or a gift or a stage performance or anything. I love John Travolta, who came off that Kotter show. Nobody knew he could dance or do all those things. He is like—boom. Before he knew it, he was the next big Brando or something.
COLACELLO: He hasn’t done much lately.
JACKSON: I know. I think he’s choosing scripts and stuff. It’s always difficult for anyone trying to compete against their past achievements …
COLACELLO: It seems that what really motivates you is your desire to entertain people, to please people. What about fame and money? Could you imagine not being famous or does being famous bother you?
JACKSON: It never has bothered me except sometimes when you want peace. Like you go to the theater and you say, “Nobody’s bothering me tonight, I’m wearing my hat and glasses and I’m going to enjoy this film and that’s all there is to it.” You get in there and everybody’s watching and staring at you and at the climax of the film somebody taps you on the shoulder for an autograph. You just feel like you can’t get away …
COLACELLO: You’re very close to your parents. Do they live out here in L.A.?
JACKSON: Yes. My mother’s upstairs. My father’s at the office.
COLACELLO: What’s your typical day like?
JACKSON: Daydreaming most of the day. I get up early and get ready for whatever I’ve got to do, songwriting or whatever it is. Planning the future and stuff.
COLACELLO: Are you optimistic about the future?
JACKSON: Yes. I always like to plan ahead of time and follow up …
COLACELLO: Do you care about fashion much?
JACKSON: No, I care about what I wear onstage. You know what I love, though? I don’t care about everyday clothes. I love putting on an outfit or a costume and just looking at myself in the mirror. Baggy pants or some real funky shoes and a hat and just feeling the character of it. That’s fun to me.
COLACELLO: You like to act a lot just in everyday life?
JACKSON: I love it so much. It’s escape. It’s fun. It’s just neat to become another thing, another person. Especially when you really believe in it and it’s not like you’re acting. I always hated the word acting—to say, “I’m an actor.” It should be more than that. It should be more like a believer.
COLACELLO: But isn’t that a little frightening when you believe it totally?
JACKSON: No, that’s what I really love about it. I just like to really forget.
COLACELLO: Why do you want to forget so much? Do you think life is really hard?
JACKSON: No, maybe it’s because I just like jumping in other people’s lives and exploring. Like Charlie Chaplin. I just love him to death. The little tramp, the whole gear and everything, and his heart—everything he portrayed on the screen was a truism. It was his whole life. He was born in London, and his father died an alcoholic when he was six. He roamed the streets of England, begging, poor, hungry. All this reflects on the screen and that’s what I like to do, to bring all of those truths out …
COLACELLO: Do you sometimes feel as though you missed out on childhood because you’ve always been performing in the adult world?
COLACELLO: But you like people older than yourself, experienced people.
JACKSON: I love experienced people. I love people who are phenomenally talented. I love people who’ve worked so hard and been so courageous and are the leaders in their fields. For me to meet somebody like that and learn from them and share words with them—to me that’s magic. To work together. I’m crazy about Steven Spielberg. Another inspiration for me, and I don’t know where it came from, is children. If I’m down, I’ll take a book with children’s pictures and look at it and it will just lift me up. Being around children is magic …
COLACELLO: Are you interested in art?
[Jackson contributed the song “Someone In the Dark” to the storybook for the film E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial.]
JACKSON: I love to draw—pencil, ink pen—I love art. When I go on tour and visit museums in Holland, Germany or England—you know those huge paintings?—I’m just amazed. You don’t think a painter could do something like that. I can look at a piece of sculpture or a painting and totally lose myself in it. Standing there watching it and becoming part of the scene. It can draw tears, it can touch you so much. See, that’s where I think the actor or performer should be—to touch that truth inside of the person. Touch that reality so much that they become a part of what you’re doing and you can take them anywhere you want to. You’re happy, they’re happy. Whatever the human emotions, they’re right there with you. I love realism. I don’t like plastics. Deep down inside we’re all the same. We all have the same emotions and that’s why a film like E.T. touches everybody. Who doesn’t want to fly like Peter Pan? Who doesn’t want to fly with some magic creature from outer space and be friends with him? Steven went straight to the heart. He knows—when in doubt, go for the heart …
[Andy Warhol calls from New York.]
ANDY WARHOL: Hello?
WARHOL: Gosh, this is exciting. You know, every time I use my Walkman I play your cassette on it … How have you been?
JACKSON: I’ve been in the studio a lot, writing lyrics and working on songs and stuff.
WARHOL: I might go see an English rock group at the Ritz tonight called Duran Duran. Do you know them?
WARHOL: I went to see Blondie at the Meadowlands last week.
JACKSON: How was Blondie?
WARHOL: She was great. She’s so terrific. Do you know her?
JACKSON: No, I never met her.
WARHOL: Well, when you come to New York I’ll introduce her. Going on tour is about the hardest thing to do in the world.
JACKSON: Tour is something—the pacing. But being onstage is the most magic thing about it …
WARHOL: Did you ever think you’d grow up to be a singer?
JACKSON: I don’t ever remember not singing, so I never dreamed of singing.
WARHOL: Do you go out a lot or stay home?
JACKSON: I stay home.
WARHOL: Why do you stay home? There’s so much fun out. When you come to New York we’ll take you out.
JACKSON: The only time I want to go out is when I’m in New York.
WARHOL: Do you go to the movies?
JACKSON: Oh, yes. We’re going to be working on the E.T.album. I had a picture session with E.T. and it was so wonderful … He’s hugging me and everything.
WARHOL: I like Tron. It’s like playing the video games. Have you seen it?