“Here” said Mat “sit down, have a biscuit”, they were used to the weakening effect of the hugs and left Jim alone.
This was not right thought Jim to himself. Although he’d said to the others that he stored the feelings in a separate part of his brain and dreamed them out; it was not as straightforward as that. His grandmother had taught him how to do it so that the feelings didn’t leak into his own personality and change it. The dreams were, well nightmares mostly of others people’s bad thoughts and emotions.
However, taking in positive feelings was an entirely different matter. He actually felt really good and as if he could do anything in the world! He wasn’t sure he wanted to compartmentalise these good feelings away the way he did the bad ones. He’d quite like to hang on to them.
Ben on the other hand....
“For god sake how long is this going to take?” he snapped at the makeup artist “I’ve been sat here for ages”
The woman quailed under his gaze “sorry” she muttered “cavemen take longer than most”
“Well get on with it” he said, “oh and get me another coffee, quickly”. She nodded and scurried off, this was so unlike Ben. Usually, he was charm personified with all the makeup girls, doing his best middle class stuttering, blinking Hugh Grant impression and blushing when they teased him about Mat. It was very strange.
He didn’t get any better during the day
“bloody hell Larry, stop arsing about and get on with the sodding sketch, you’re nowhere near as funny as you think”
Larry gaped at him “er what??”
“you heard! Get on with it and stop pratting about”
“Ben!” said Mat “you are way out of line, leave Larry alone”
Ben rolled his eyes at him and sighed heavily “might have known you’d stick up for him”
“what? what’s that supposed to mean?” said Mat frowning
“er people? I think we should get on with shooting” said the director nervously
When they had a couple of hours to kill whilst Martha, Larry and Simon were off filming, Ben insisted on playing cards
Usually their games of poker were fun affairs played for Minstrels or Haribo but Ben made them play for money becoming increasingly competitive.
“Full house! that beats your flush Ben” laughed Mat
“No it doesn’t” said Ben belligerently
“er it does” said Mat
“it doesn’t” insisted Ben
“Ben” said Jim “it DOES, if you had a straight flush it would but you don’t”
Ben looked at him in surprise “oooh the shortarse speaks”,
“I may be a short arse but at least I’m not behaving like a massive arse unlike someone else today" Jim glared at him “you should just keep your mouth shut”
“oh really?” Ben stood up
“yes really” Jim stood up as well wondering what he was doing. He never got involved in arguments like this. He was a born conciliator and the others joked he could get a job at the UN if the acting didn’t work out. Confrontation wasn’t his thing normally, but god it felt good to get, well, assertive like this and stand up for himself and not be intimidated.
“look it’s just a game” said Mat “no need to get so worked up”
Ben slammed his cards down “this is a stupid bloody game” he said and stropped off.
“what the hell is wrong with him today?” said Mat “I think your magic hugs are wearing off”
Jim smiled weakly at him, the hugs, he felt, were the problem! “ah you know how competitive he is, he’d challenge himself to a game if there was no-one else about. It’s just because he lost”
Eventually the long day was at an end which was handy because Ben had upset pretty much everyone on set with his sneering sarcasm and bouts of rage including one rather spectacular scenery smashing incident when Larry had suggested amendments to a scene he’d written
“change it?” he’d yelled “change it?? it’s fucking perfect as it is, perfect!”
“well I don’t know” said Mat “Larry’s suggestion might be funnier”
“rubbish! It’s hilarious and you’re all too stupid to see it. I was at fucking Oxford you know! I’ve got a Perrier award, don’t you tell me about funny” and he’d punched a hole in the backdrop, kicked over 2 chairs and stormed off.
Fill Jimothy's Magic Hugs AU 4/?
This was not right thought Jim to himself. Although he’d said to the others that he stored the feelings in a separate part of his brain and dreamed them out; it was not as straightforward as that. His grandmother had taught him how to do it so that the feelings didn’t leak into his own personality and change it. The dreams were, well nightmares mostly of others people’s bad thoughts and emotions.
However, taking in positive feelings was an entirely different matter. He actually felt really good and as if he could do anything in the world! He wasn’t sure he wanted to compartmentalise these good feelings away the way he did the bad ones. He’d quite like to hang on to them.
Ben on the other hand....
“For god sake how long is this going to take?” he snapped at the makeup artist “I’ve been sat here for ages”
The woman quailed under his gaze “sorry” she muttered “cavemen take longer than most”
“Well get on with it” he said, “oh and get me another coffee, quickly”. She nodded and scurried off, this was so unlike Ben. Usually, he was charm personified with all the makeup girls, doing his best middle class stuttering, blinking Hugh Grant impression and blushing when they teased him about Mat. It was very strange.
He didn’t get any better during the day
“bloody hell Larry, stop arsing about and get on with the sodding sketch, you’re nowhere near as funny as you think”
Larry gaped at him “er what??”
“you heard! Get on with it and stop pratting about”
“Ben!” said Mat “you are way out of line, leave Larry alone”
Ben rolled his eyes at him and sighed heavily “might have known you’d stick up for him”
“what? what’s that supposed to mean?” said Mat frowning
“er people? I think we should get on with shooting” said the director nervously
When they had a couple of hours to kill whilst Martha, Larry and Simon were off filming, Ben insisted on playing cards
Usually their games of poker were fun affairs played for Minstrels or Haribo but Ben made them play for money becoming increasingly competitive.
“Full house! that beats your flush Ben” laughed Mat
“No it doesn’t” said Ben belligerently
“er it does” said Mat
“it doesn’t” insisted Ben
“Ben” said Jim “it DOES, if you had a straight flush it would but you don’t”
Ben looked at him in surprise “oooh the shortarse speaks”,
“I may be a short arse but at least I’m not behaving like a massive arse unlike someone else today" Jim glared at him “you should just keep your mouth shut”
“oh really?” Ben stood up
“yes really” Jim stood up as well wondering what he was doing. He never got involved in arguments like this. He was a born conciliator and the others joked he could get a job at the UN if the acting didn’t work out. Confrontation wasn’t his thing normally, but god it felt good to get, well, assertive like this and stand up for himself and not be intimidated.
“look it’s just a game” said Mat “no need to get so worked up”
Ben slammed his cards down “this is a stupid bloody game” he said and stropped off.
“what the hell is wrong with him today?” said Mat “I think your magic hugs are wearing off”
Jim smiled weakly at him, the hugs, he felt, were the problem! “ah you know how competitive he is, he’d challenge himself to a game if there was no-one else about. It’s just because he lost”
Eventually the long day was at an end which was handy because Ben had upset pretty much everyone on set with his sneering sarcasm and bouts of rage including one rather spectacular scenery smashing incident when Larry had suggested amendments to a scene he’d written
“change it?” he’d yelled “change it?? it’s fucking perfect as it is, perfect!”
“well I don’t know” said Mat “Larry’s suggestion might be funnier”
“rubbish! It’s hilarious and you’re all too stupid to see it. I was at fucking Oxford you know! I’ve got a Perrier award, don’t you tell me about funny” and he’d punched a hole in the backdrop, kicked over 2 chairs and stormed off.