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desperate-gay · 6 months

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Pls pls write for ali

Victory

Ali Krieger x fem!reader

The game is intense. Both teams have been playing hard, leading it to be 0-0 after the full ninety minutes, causing it to head into overtime. It’s 105 minutes in and Gotham has taken control of the ball. Kristie passes it downfield and it continues to move forward as Portland’s defenders scramble to guard the ball, but because they’re a little behind, it leaves a space allowing Katie to shoot the ball and hit the back of the bet.

The whole stadium goes wild, including you standing up with Sloane on your hip, cheering with the crowd. She looks around cluelessly with noise-canceling headphones, making her look even more adorable than usual. Kyle alongside you has Ocean in his arms while pumping his fist up and down at the new lead.

Only 14 minutes later, they are advancing to the finals. Ali looks up into the stands with a bright smile, seeing her family witness her journey through her career, but she is quickly pulled aside by her teammates who continue to chant they’re not finished yet.

After a few more minutes, you and Kyle make your way onto the turf with the kids to meet up with the captain. Kelley, Kristie, and Lynn all talk with her but once she sees you approaching, she excuses herself and jogs over.

“Mama won.” Sloane slurs with a cute little grin.

“Yes, she did!” You exclaim as you continue to bounce the little girl on your hip, something she has always enjoyed for whatever reason.

Ali laughs and takes Ocean out of Kyle’s arms without her smile breaking once. “I’m so happy you’re all here. I couldn’t ask for anything more.”

“We’d do anything for you, sis. Right, Y/n/n?” He wraps his arm around Ali’s shoulder before nudging you to answer. You divert your attention back to the girl and notice she’s already staring back at you.

“Of course. Wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

You all stand around and talk for a bit with a few of her teammates. The Portland breeze picks up, making it feel much chillier than it actually is. You’re only covered by a thin zip-up, not thinking the temperature would drop mid-game and freeze you half to death. Your shivering is noticed by Ali, so she shrugs off her coat and rests it on your shoulders before taking Sloane from your hands into her other arm.

“Ali, you’ll be cold now. I’ll be fine-“

“You’re clearly cold and you need to warm up. I’m hot anyways.” She shrugs you off and talks to both of the kids in her arms. You’re lucky that the bitter weather makes your cheeks rosy or she definitely would’ve noticed the deep blush rushing to your cheeks at the gesture.

You have been friends with Ali since forever. Your feelings for her have grown stronger and stronger as time moved on to the point where you’re now sure you’re in love with her. The only problem is that she split from Ashlyn months ago and you were her shoulder to cry on through her heartbreak. To you, it’s still too soon to even think about making a move, especially when she has more important things to think about like her retirement and her kids.

Sloane and Ocean have become important to you as well, treating them as one of your own. The little girl is a goofball and the little boy is a bit of a stinker at times, but nothing makes you love them any less. Ali sees the way you interact with them which makes her melt to the floor, knowing that you’re perfect in any way.

Long before the divorce, she knew it was over with Ashlyn for a while. They both argued constantly and Ali didn’t want the kids to grow up in a toxic environment. When Ashlyn cheated, she weirdly felt relieved. Maybe it was because it made her feel less guilty for growing feelings for you. Her best friend.

When the split happened, she ran to you. Even if she knew it was going to happen, it was still devastating. No matter what caused the divorce, she’ll still always care for her ex-wife, and knowing everything is changing with her career, love, and family, it breaks her. You’re there for it all. Her ups and downs, highs and lows. You assure her she’s stuck with you forever.

So here you are now, in Portland watching the captain survive and advance to the finals. Kyle drove you and the kids since Ali had to arrive a little earlier to get ready, but she insists her brother heads back to his hotel and she’ll take everyone back with her.

“Let me go wash off and gather my things then I’ll meet you here. Are you okay with watching them for a couple of minutes?” The taller girl asks, gesturing to the two toddlers in your arms.

You wave her off the best you can with her busied hand and say, “I’m sure I can handle these angels. Now hurry! I want to get back to the hotel.”

“Jeez, I thought I was bossy.” She snarks, walking away but not before the tip of your foot meets with her behind. “Ow! Meany.” You stick your tongue out on her which she returns, causing the kids in your arms to giggle at their Mama’s banter.

Kelley walks out with Kristie and sees the two giggling toddlers. Rushing over to you, she drops her bag, holds out her hands with a grabby gesture, and takes Ocean from your left arm. Kristie quickly follows and pulls Sloane into hers, allowing her arms to relax from the removed weight.

“I’ve missed you two.” Kelley coos at the boy while sticking her finger out for him to wrap his tiny hands around.

“I want one.” The blonde next to you frowns. “Can I keep her?”

“Mmm, I don’t think Kriegs would be happy with me if I sell her children-“

Your statement is cut off by the locker room door opening, revealing the said girl with dampened hair and a bag swung over her shoulders. “I leave you for a few minutes and you’re already auctioning off my babies?”

“Am not! Kristie is thinking about stealing Sloane!” You defend yourself while pointing to the girl.

“Hey!”

Ali chuckles and wraps her arm around your waist, pulling you into her chest. You don’t know if she realizes what she’s doing, but you’re far from complaining about the closeness. You both watch as your guys' two friends continue to mess with the children before you see them yawn.

“Alright, time to go. Gotta put these two to sleep.”

Kristie frowns but reluctantly hands Sloane over to you anyway. You smile sympathetically and pat her back with your free hand.

“I’m going to call Sam and ask for one now. I’ll see you two later.” The girl hops off on her phone, most likely already face-timing her Australian fiancé.

Kelley also bids her goodbyes, parting ways from the four of you, letting you all finally walk out to the car. You both buckle them in before you settle into the passenger seat and Ali in the driver.

The car ride remains silent besides the quiet hum of the radio in the background. You keep your gaze out the window, watching the unfamiliar buildings pass and the stars in the sky. The two toddlers in the back both fall asleep due to it being past their bedtime and the eventful day they had.

As you pull into the hotel parking lot, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn around to look at the peaceful two.

“They’re so precious.” You mumble in awe to which Ali hums in agreement, also looking with you.

You both grab their sleeping forms and head into the hotel room. You’ve been staying with Kyle at his, but since she insisted on driving you back, you follow her into her room, thinking she might want to hang out for a bit. When in the room, you both first change the kids' clothes and place them into their little cribs for the night.

Ali sighs and thumps onto the bed in the middle of the room with her hands covering her face. Her shirt rides up due to her arms lifting, exposing her muscular stomach. You sit at the edge of the mattress and admire the beauty in front of you. A clearing of a throat breaks your stare and turns your attention to the brunette who is now sat up staring at you with a ghost of a smirk.

Heat once again radiates onto your face, embarrassing you further proving you just got caught. The best moves and the sheets shuffle from her moving to sit next to you. She nudges her shoulder with hers as she continues to look at your side profile.

Breaking the silence she says, “I’m happy you came with us to Portland. It means a lot to me; you being here through everything.”

“Like I said, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You look up back at her and your stomach twists at the sight of her gaze remaining on you. With both of your heads turned, your nose is almost hitting against hers. For a second, you swear you saw her eyes flick down to your lips, but maybe your eyes are deceiving you, feeding into your delusional mind that thinks she may feel the same.

Surprisingly, your mind wasn’t faking you out. Her hand reaches out and rests on your cheek, the soft pad of her thumb stroking your skin gently. She slowly leans in closer when she sees you look at her lips, taking it as a sign you’re not going to find her disgusting.

“Is this okay?” The brunette asks as her lips hover over yours. You nod instantly, not trusting your voice at the moment.

That’s when it finally happens. Her lips slot into yours like a missing piece to a puzzle you worked ages on. The kiss is firm, not too soft to make you think she’s unsure, but not too rough to make you think there’s no meaning behind it. As it continues, her other hand moves down and strokes your thigh which makes you crumble even more into the kiss while your hands rest lightly on her chest.

It lasts until you two need air, pulling away you rest your forehead against hers, giggling lightly in delight.

“What are you giggling about?” She smiles at the sweet sound.

“I just can’t believe this is happening. I’m really happy is all.”

Your right-hand slides itself to the back of her neck and rubs up and down, soothing the tense muscles. She sighs in relief from the feeling and pulls away slightly to be able to look at you. If she was a cartoon, hearts would appear in her eyes from seeing you smile softly at her and your doe eyes roaming her face.

Not being able to control herself, she pulls you in again and places multiple pecks on your lips, causing you to giggle at the outburst and try to lightly shove her off. She finally stops when she hears a quiet whine from the crib which makes the both of you pause and see if you woke one of the toddlers up. Lucky for you, they must have fallen back asleep as quickly as they woke up.

Ali moves to lie down on the mattress before opening her arms wide, signaling for you to lay down with her. You slot yourself comfortably into her embrace and cuddle into her chest. She presses one final peck to your head before whispering, “You are the one for me.”

You tap her waist 3 times, telling her you feel the same, something you've both done ever since you started hanging out. Both exhausted from the thrilling day, it doesn’t take long for slumber to take over your bodies, making you miss the quiet buzz from your phone.

brother kriegs<3

im hoping you finally made the move since youre not here. cant wait for you to be my sister-in-law. i have been dreaming of this day since you admitted your feelings xx

#ali krieger x reader #ali krieger #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso fic #woso #kelley o'hara #kristie mewis #gotham fc #nwsl #uswnt #lgbtq

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bagopucks · 2 months

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T. Zegras - Can He Sing?

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Trevor Zegras x Fem!reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning(s): None?

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“We’re ready when you are.”

“I’m good. Trev?”

“Uh yeah… I think so.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Filming.”

“Hello! I’m Macy Grey and today we’re here with the singer-songwriter who brought you the famous album Silly Love Songs. And her lover Trevor Zegras from the Anaheim Ducks. On behalf of myself and the studio I want to thank you both for coming out today.”

“Of course! I love getting in touch with interviewers. Especially from locally known studios.”

“When I was informed you were in town for the All Stars, I wasn’t sure if you’d have the time, but I’m so happy you were able to fit us into your schedule.”

“Absolutely. I should be thanking you for letting Trevor come though. I know your forte isn’t exactly hockey players.”

Large studio interviews were a waste of time. It was something I always resented, and something that even morally never agreed with me. Large studios only wanted to get news first to make the most money. Smaller places offered a more personal environment and a more comfortable atmosphere. It was the only reason why I had invited Trevor along. I didn’t want him involved too much in the social half of my career, mostly because the industry and jealous fans could be cruel to artists’ lovers. But I reasoned with myself that one interview wouldn’t hurt. Especially with someone like Macy Grey. She was always so kind and open to friends, family, or significant others of musicians.

“To kick us off, I’d love to talk more on the exact reason why you’re in town. Everyone is aware of your successes, but let’s fill the crowd in on Trevor’s.”

“Where to start?” I glanced at Trevor, who let out that awkward wheezy laugh. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but this was a new thing for him. Usually hockey interviews happened when there were loads of other people around. These interviews were far more private. “He was voted in as one of the players this year to play in the All Stars, and he’s competing in a few skills competitions as well. He won a gold medal with Team USA one year before the NHL, he attended Boston University before being drafted.. what else?” I hoped to get him to join in, but Trevor looked fairly comfortable letting me do all the talking. I could fix that though.

“Trevor was voted most likely to cry in a haunted house this year for team superlatives.” I smirked as soon as I heard him gasp.

“Yeah, that’s enough of that,” Trevor cut in. “I’m not a baby, write that down.” He pointed toward Macy, as if the woman had some sort of notepad in her hands. “I’m just jumpy. It’s normal.” His blue eyes shifted toward me with a playful glare, Macy laughed softly at the exchange.

“Well, Trevor. It seems like you’re a pretty successful person yourself. Would you mind me asking how you two met?”

“Oh I love this story.”

“Me too,” Trevor chimed in, crossing his legs one over the other, and leaning forward like a kid during story time.

“So, I was in New York for a performance in MSG, and the Ducks were in town too for a game” I smiled, leaning back in my chair and trying to get comfortable. “My best friend had joined me for the eastern leg of the tour at the time, so we decided to go out for drinks downtown. My favorite bar in the city is 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar. So my best friend, Shelby and I, we just got two glasses of champagne and settled at a high table to watch the sunset. We’re minding our own business.. for the most part, but there’s this group of guys that are just carrying on. They’re loud and obnoxious and they look like your stereotypical frat guys. At one point Shelby had enough, and she got up to go yell at them.” I peeked at Trevor, his smile growing wider. He knew very well that this was the part where he came in. “So Shelby’s yelling at that group of guys, and I finally got up to go wrangle her. And just as I’m approaching.. I kinda stopped and asked myself if it was a good idea. Shelby doesn’t like to be told to stop much. Then I hear this voice right next to me. Scared the shit out of me. And the voice goes, “She yours?” I laughed softly, as did Macy.

“I apologized profusely for her behavior, and-“

“But I told her I wasn’t the one getting yelled at. So it didn’t bother me.” Trevor cut in with a toothy grin. “Then I bought her another glass of champagne and the rest is history.”

“Don’t forget about the part where you booked your hotel room for an extra night to see me perform.” I teased, “And bribed security into getting backstage to see me and ask for my number.”

“Those details don’t make me sound as cool though,” Trevor whined.

“That’s a really sweet story.” Macy chimed in.

“Thank you.”

“So he asked for your number, but who asked who out?”

“To simplify a long story, Trevor was beating around the bush too much for a little while, so one night be brought me flowers before an away game and I told him when he got back, we were going to go on our first date as an official couple.” Macy and I laughed in unison.

“And were there any arguments to that demand?”

“Not from me, no.” Trevor giggled. “I was more than happy to put a label on it.”

“And how long have you been together?”

“Two years. Three at the end of All Star Week.”

“How adorable! You guys must be a strong couple then.”

“Oh one hundred percent.” Trevor smiled as he spoke.

“Now, the question on everyone’s minds is.. can he sing?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely not.” I corrected Trevor ruthlessly. “He thinks he can.. but he can’t.” I chuckled, glancing at the sandy blonde to see his look of pure betrayal.

“Does that mean we won’t be hearing any duets?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I answered slyly, earning a surprised look from Macy. “Trev is featured on the album.. speaking. His features are mostly just backtracks.”

“I know this may be asking a lot but- is there any chance we could get a sneak peek at that?”

“For you Macy? I would love to.” I watched the girl’s eyes light up. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my files, scrolling through for a moment before I stood and dragged my chair closer to the woman’s.

“This song is called Spellbound. It was actually the first song I produced for this new album. I took some of my inspiration from the song Witchy Woman by the Eagles. The reason being, this was written during halloween, and that is just one of my favorite spooky songs. For this piece, I wanted it to feel supernaturally devoted to Trevor. Like.. kind of like.. like a love where one person idolizes the other, but not necessarily in an obsessive or toxic way. I think the lyrics and the tune teetering on the edge of insanity really adds to the supernatural edge and it also makes this song unique to Trevor. I can’t say I’ll ever produce another song like this, nor do I think anyone else will. Classic rock isn’t exactly my genre, nor do I plan for it to be. So this track really sticks out. Which is the main reason why I chose to give this song its own cover art. And I’ll be releasing it as the first single.” It was a lot of information to offer, but I was very passionate about the things I dedicated to Trevor. Especially this song.

Most of my music got old after constantly rerecording lyrics and harmonies, or sorting out instruments. But this song never did. I loved it through and through.

“This sounds amazing and so.. intricate. How long did it take in total from thinking of the idea to finalizing the song?”

“A full month maybe? I hadn’t been exactly itching to make a new album, so I knew if I was going to, my basis for it was going to have to be amazing. And I think I did a fairly good job.” I paused. “I hope so..”

“I’m sure it’s amazing. Let’s hear it!”

I wasted no time in playing the track, a steel guitar and stylized keyboard opening the musical scene. I was a person who loved using clips of recordings in my music, whether it was from everyday life, or a random video in my camera roll, or even if I took the recording of the sound specifically for a song. It was one of my many musical signatures, but the one I was most known for. Atop the smooth music, came the faded clinging of pans, and Trevor’s soft voice. “I can’t wait for you to be home.. Fuck I miss you so much.” It had been a voicemail, but my sound producers managed to give it a more authentic feel, as if someone was in the room with him recording instead of it being spoken into a phone mic. The music itself was fairly calm and collected. Certain instruments helped it sound taboo and old, but the lyrics were the driving factor that made it sound almost insane. A part of me worried my audience wouldn’t take to the song well, but Macy seemed enthralled from the start of the track.

I eyed her expressions carefully through every second, smiling to myself when she seemed particularly intrigued by a section. And I had to admit, it boosted my ego to hear Trevor not too far off in his own chair humming the song to himself. I could live with myself if everyone hated the song, as long as he loved it.

Near the bridge, Trevor’s voice returned, “I’m gonna keep you forever.” This section had been specifically recorded in the studio, and despite my endless attempts to get him to take it seriously, he had giggled at the end of every take. Eventually I settled on knowing I wouldn’t have it the exact way I wanted it, and we used the take with the least amount of amusement in his voice. At the end of the day when we put it all together, his laugh only ended up adding to the crazy feel of the song.

Near the end of the track, Macy finally spoke up.

“This is the weirdest and most mentally satisfying song I have ever heard.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“You’re so right, it sounds nothing like what you usually produce, but it still has your essence in it. You can tell it’s your songwriting. I think this song is going to be crazy successful. And I also think having Trevor on it is going to make people go nuts” I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that. I knew my fans would love to see Trevor featured.

“Thank you so much. I’m so excited to release the song.” I admitted with a slight grin.

“I’m just excited that I’ll be able to listen to it without having to say “babe can you sing me that song” every time I wanna hear it.” Trevor teased, causing my cheeks to flush as our eyes met.

“You don’t like her singing to you?” Macy joked.

“God no. I love it when she sings. I just hate how much I get made fun of when I ask her to do it.” The three of us laughed.

“Sounds to me like you have a pretty devoted girlfriend.”

“She did write a weirdly obsessive song about me.” Trevor agreed pridefully. “The first of many, right babe?” His question made my brow rise in surprise.

“We’ll see, Ziggy.”

“That’s a good answer. Can’t give too much away just yet.” My eyes trailed back to Macy. Our time was drawing to a close. “I hate to cut us short but I think we’re reaching our limit. And I know you have your own tight schedule today.” She paused. “I really wanna thank you again for making enough time to come out. It means a lot.”

“Mace, I think I speak for the both of us when I say we had so much fun being here. You always conduct the best interviews.” The woman blushed.

“We can come back anytime.” Trevor added, catching me off guard.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer the next time you’re in town.” Macy grinned. “I hope you both enjoy the All Stars, and rock the red carpet of course.”

“Thank you so much. We definitely hope to.”

“I’ll be watching on tv.”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jack hughes #ella’s thoughts #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #nico hischier #ella’s updates #ella’s asks #cole caufield #trevor zegras blurb #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader

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fictionaltrvlr · 6 months

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Roman Empire this, Roman Empire that. I don’t really think I have a Roman Empire-

The Overwhelming Hatred of Rachel Zegler

This rising star of a 22 year old woman is being torn apart by men and women alike and I’m so tired of it.

I’m disgusted by the amount of hate she’s getting and you best believe I’m gonna lay it out. I’ve tried to organize this but I’m really tired so bear with me.

Main Controversy

Her saying that it’s no longer 1937 and Snow White doesn’t need to be saved by the prince is not her saying that women can’t want to have a husband or a family. Simply that they don’t need a man to give them value.

And to be clear, yes, okay? Yes. Women should be allowed to soft, they can want families, they don’t need to be badass to be happy. They can fit “traditional” roles. Women can want different things. Meg March, the icon that she is, “just because my dreams are different than yours doesn’t mean they’re unimportant.” 100% yes. But Rachel wasn’t saying otherwise.

She said the prince was a bit of a stalker so they’re not doing that this time… and yes? The prince was weird. I thought we agreed on that. Snow White was 14 in the original and got kissed while she was unconscious by an adult man… but sure, ✨iconic✨.

And it’s fine if you don’t like the *apparent* girlbossification of Snow White, but people are acting like Rachel wrote the movie?? Did it ever occur to people that maybe Disney wants the “girlboss independent woman who doesn’t need a man” picture presented?

She’s doing press for the movie, is she maybe taking the direction Disney gave her?? Also… we. haven’t. seen. the. movie. The teaser only just came out!

Strike Comments

Her comments being popularized during the strike is already suspicious enough. Is it not in the studio’s interests to portray the strike and those taking part in it as unreasonable?

Her saying she deserves to be paid fairly for the hours she spends in a dress playing an iconic Disney character is completely valid. She wasn’t saying she’s the most amazing actress ever or that she plays the hardest roles or does the most complicated stunts. Just that she deserves fair pay… like every other striking actor and writer??

Childhood Relationship With The Character

Her saying that Snow White scared her as a child and she didn’t revisit it until she got cast. Why does that matter so much?? There were scary things in that movie! The witch, the poison apple, the forest coming to life and trying to grab her.

Tastes change as we grow and Rachel has shared her excitement about getting to play the character now.

She was a child. *screaming*

The Extremely Different Treatment Men Receive in The Same Situations

May I present, Robert Pattinson?? Mr I hate these books and felt like I shouldn’t be reading them?? Mr Edward is creepy?

He mocked and joked about the Twilight series every chance he got and people ate it up. They loved it and still do. He’s funny, he’s confident, he’s so real for that.

Harrison Ford wanted his character to die off and said it had run its course. He was praised for his humour and honesty.

Oh but Rachel is ungrateful. She’s rude, she’s cringe, she’s mean, she’s annoying. She’s irredeemable, she’s overbearing, she’s smug, off putting. There’s just something about her that we don’t like…

She’s pitted against other successful women, like Halle Bailey. She’s pitted against Kristen Stewart. Against Elle Fanning, Jenna Ortega. Ignoring, may I point out, how hated so many of these women have been at the different points in their careers?

This is how Brie Larson is being treated and now she wants to leave Marvel too.

Women can be sarcastic. They can joke and speak their minds. They don’t have to package every thought with a pretty little bow so it’s palatable to you.

Rachel’s statements are being misinterpreted and twisted. But on top of that, even if she was what people are saying, have we forgotten about Tom Cruise? Leonardo DeCaprio?

These men are insufferable and problematic and yet some of the biggest names in the industry and, again, confident. Boss. In charge. Charismatic. Not annoying, not petty, not “oh you should be grateful you have anything!!”

Let me pull out Taylor Swift for a hot second because she does a wonderful job of describing the different ways we talk about men and women.

A man does something and it’s strategic. A woman does the same thing and it’s calculated. A man is allowed to react, a woman can only overreact. […] A man shares his experience in writing and he’s brave. A woman does the same thing and she’s over sharing, she’s over emotional, watch out!

America Ferrera when she said that the only difference between being bossy and being a boss is that one is a woman.

People need to listen to “All American Bitch” again -

I know my place, I know my place, and this is it! I don't get angry when I'm pissed I'm the eternal optimist I scream inside to deal with it All the time I'm grateful all the time I'm sexy, and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry Oh, all the time I'm grateful all the time

And not that women need to be grateful because they don’t, but just to be clear, she is grateful.

She has expressed how lucky she was to get Shazam and how much she enjoyed it and made amazing friends. She was excited to play her version of Snow White. She shared pictures of herself as a child dressed as Snow White. She’s thrown herself into it.

Conclusions

Hate trains fun, I get it. But let’s not pile on young women when they’ve not even done anything wrong. Question why all of a sudden everyone hates this person, what are the facts, what else is going on, what confirmation bias do we have?

There is something so much worse to me about seeing other women tear her down. Like yeah, men will be pigs, but what are you doing? It’s so sad.

And women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you, it’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together… (Mad Woman, Taylor Swift)

Rachel seems like such a joyful person and people are out here bullying her like she kicks puppies on the weekends.

Claiming to be a feminist because you want a wide variety of princesses (ie, ones that get saved by their prince), and then sending death threats to another woman for possibly appearing as though she holds a different opinion about one princess - is not only a contradiction, it’s just baffling.

Anyway stan Rachel Zegler

That’s my speech, please do contribute collaboratively if you want :).

#in this essay i will #rachel zegler #feminism #snow white 2024 #taylor swift #misogny #america ferrera #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #lucy gray baird #shazam #text post #raging feminist #all american bitch #mad woman #feminist #west side story 2021 #lyrics #thank you for coming to my ted talk #thoughts on things

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wjhik · 4 months

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Any More? (Virgil Van Dijk) *Smut*

A/N: we need more big virg writers because this is criminal

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Y/N’s POV:

“So, any more kids on the way?” My aunt asks me. Virgil and I are visiting my family at my mom's house, and, as per usual, my auntie is interrogating me. “Auntie, I just had a baby a year and a half ago. No harm in taking a break.” I say, juggling our youngest daughter in my arms while reaching for her pacifier. “Don’t you want to try for a boy?” I roll my eyes at that comment. Virgil and I are more than happy with our 3 girls. I simply shrug at her, attempting to ignore her old ways. “Wouldn’t you love a boy to carry on your legacy, Virgil?”, referring to his football career. I look at Virgil, waiting for his answer. “Anything my sons could do, my daughters can as well.” He calmly explains, quickly shutting down her bogus remarks.

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“Kids, come on. We have to go.” I say to my two older girls. “No, mama! Can we stay over? Please??” The oldest begs. “Please, mama. Everyone is staying over with Teta (grandma), can we too??” My secondborn says. I look at Virgil, expecting some backup. “Hey, maybe it’s not such a bad idea. The baby is already asleep, why wake her up?” Virgil says. I look over to my lastborn who is asleep on my mom’s couch. I look up in both frustration and contemplation. “Y/N, they’re more than welcome to stay over.” My mom chimes in. I look down at my daughters looking up at me with pleading eyes. I look to my right to see my husband looking down at me, something behind his eyes that I can’t pinpoint. I look to my left to see my mom playing with the other kids.

“Alright, fine.” I say which is followed by an eruption of screams and cheers from my daughters then followed up by shushing from my husband, pointing to their sleeping younger sister.

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“Bye, babygirls. I love you and be good!” I say as Virgil ushers me out of my childhood home. We walk down the driveway as Virgil goes on about his day, upcoming games, his co-captaincy with Trent, etc as I listen. He opens the car door of his Mercedes and helps me in.

“So, first night away from the girls. How do you feel?” Virgil asks me, breaking our comfortable silence. “I’m more nervous for my mom, to be fair. You know how tired we get with 3 girls. Imagine what my mom’s going through with 8 of them.” I joke. “I’m sure she’ll be fine. I mean, she raised you.” Virgil replies. “Yeah, but I was the only girl in my family.” I say. “I’m sure you alone were worse than those 8 girls.” I quickly smack Virgil’s chest with the back of my hand, which was previously resting in his, on my lap. “Hey, I’m driving! That’s a hazard.” I roll my eyes at my far too sassy husband.

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“Sweetheart, we’re home.” I hear as I’m shaken awake. “Hmm? Okay, I’m up.” I say groggily. I throw my arms up in a stretch, unknowingly hitting my husband in the face. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry, Virg.” I say, laughing as he rubs his eyes.

“The house feels odd empty and quiet. It’s as if we don’t have 3 ticking time bombs in bed.” I comment, making my way up the stairs with Virgil following close behind. “It’s almost like that’s what it is.” Virgil retorts. I look down at him and stuck my tongue out playfully. I turn my head to look in front before I feel a grab on my ass. I slightly jump as I hear a deep giggle from below me.

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Virgil and I are lying in bed together after performing our nightly routines. Virgil has his head in my lap as I sat up and braid his hair, engrossed in the snobby activities of the Dubai Bling cast (best reality show idgaf). “Can you believe Ebrahem? He’s doing way too much.” I comment. (guys i love this show you dont understand. You should all watch it) “Baby?” I heard Virgil say. “Hmm?” I replied. “Let’s do something fun.” He comments. “Hmm? Oh, yeah sure.” I say absentmindedly, focused on my show. Virgil reaches over for the TV remote and turns it off. “HEY!” Virgil is taken aback by my volume and tone of voice. “Sorry, but what the fuck? It was getting so good.” I say. “Did you hear me?” Virgil says. “What did you say?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine. “I said let’s have some fun.” Virgil says suggestively. He sits up and takes the wine out of my hand. He reaches over to my side table and flicks off the lamp, leaving only the recently installed LEDs in our room on. Virgil leans over me and pulls me into a heated kiss. I lowly moan into my husband’s skilled lips. “Hold on.” He says, pulling away.

Virgil reaches around for his phone. He quickly connects it to our built-in and extremely overpriced home sound system he insisted we needed and plays our shared sex playlist which, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to use nearly enough, having to keep quiet due to our daughters.

I look up at my husband who is now on top of me. “Seriously?” I say questioning his choice of music. “What? You like it and you know it.” He says as he leans in to kiss me once again. “Mmh, Virg…” I say in between kisses. “What do you need, mama?” He whispers into my ear. “You.” I whisper back. He gets off me and takes off his shirt and leans back in to kiss me. I run my nails up and down his sides which makes him shiver. Virgil slowly kisses down my chin, onto my neck. He sucks on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Oh, fuck. Virg…” I mewl, grabbing onto his hair, loosely tied, contrary to his slicked-back look during the day. I feel him release his suction on my neck and give my fresh bruise a light kiss.

Virgil slides himself down my body to where I need him most. He undoes my house robe to reveal me in my panties. He taps my hips, signaling me to lift them up so he can take off my clothes. He comes back up and starts sucking on my nipple, rolling the other in his hand. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He says into me. “Virgil, please. I need you.” I say, my chest heaving. I sit up underneath him, and he gets off me. I pull him to sit on the bed while I get on the carpeted floor, in between his legs. “Can I?” I ask him, pressing on his hard-on through his sweatpants. He lets out a light laugh at me still asking him every single time, without fail, despite all the years together. “Of course, sweetheart.” With his permission, I pull his trousers and underwear down, enough for his dick to spring out at me.

I let out a sigh as I looked at my husband's horse-cock. (lol im so funny) Virgil grabs the back of my head gently and looks down at me. “Well, go on then, love.” He says encouragingly. I slowly sink my mouth onto him as he groans. I try to go as deep as I can without gagging, however it is inevitable. My eyes start watering as I’m slobbering over Virgil's dick. He pulls me off him and holds my chin up. He leans down and kisses me before pushing me down on him. I bob my head on his dick and suck on his tip, earning a hearty moan from Virgil. “Fuck, love, you keep going like that we’re gonna be done real soon.” He says, pulling me up.

I climb up my abnormally big husband and give him a sloppy kiss and move to kiss his neck. He gently grabs my neck and makes me face him. I stare into his eyes, very obviously drunk off his dick. I let out a giggle and kiss him more. He grabs me and places me on the bed and turns me onto my stomach. I hear him ridding himself of his remaining clothes behind me. Before I know it, one of his hands lands on my ass, making me yelp. He laughs and leans down to kiss me. I turn my head back and our lips meet. He pulls away and opens the drawer next to our bed. He pulls out a bottle of lube we often use when having sex and squeezes it in his hand. He strokes his dick with it, getting it wet. Then, squeezes some directly onto me, knowing that I like how it feels against me. I hiss at the feeling. “Mmm, it’s cold…” I say. “I know, baby.” Virgil says, lining himself up with me.

He pushes into me as I let my head drop into the pillow. “Mmm, Fucckkk…” Virgil moans. “You’re so big, Virgil.” I say, clinging onto my husband’s arm, which is propping him up. “Can I-” I quickly interrupt him. “Yes, please. Please fuck me.” He lets out a laugh. “Always so needy for me.” He starts thrusting in and out at a brutal pace. I let out all sorts of erotic noises before I put my hand over my mouth to silence myself. Virgil quickly notices this. “Hey, I wanna hear all those pretty noises. There’s no girls, you don’t have to be quiet.” He reminds me. I remove my hand from my mouth and let myself feel good.

“Fuck, Virg- I’m gonna cum..” I say, my voice shaking as he pounds into me. “Hmm, already?” He teases. “Viirrrgg!” I half moan half yell. “I’m just kidding. Cum for me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you around me.” He encourages me through my orgasm. “Fuck, I’m close too, baby.” He says, as he relentlessly fucks me, searching for his high. Just as I feel him beginning to spasm, something hits me. “Wait, Virgil. Pull ou-” But I was too late. Virgil fucked me down from his high. He collapsed into my back. “Virg, get off. I can’t breathe.” I laugh.

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Virgil is resting on my chest after he cleaned us up. “Hey, maybe your aunt is right. Another wouldn’t hurt.” He says. “Oh, so that was your ulterior motive.” I say disappointedly. “Virgil pokes me in my side, knowing I’m not serious. “I’m just kidding. I would love to have another baby with you.”

A/N: always happy with domestic smuts 😋😋

#virgil van dijk #virgil van dijk blurb #virgil van dijk imagine #virgil van dijk fanfic #virgil van dijk smut #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil van dijk x y/n #Youtube

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FNAFMovie!Incorrect Quotes: Part Four

WILLIAM, as Steve Raglan: You're clearly not listening. I can say whatever I want, can't I?

MIKE, half asleep: Tell me about it.

WILLIAM: I murdered another kid last night.

MIKE: I feel you.

WILLIAM: Now I have the taste of blood, I can't stop killing.

MIKE, yawning: Been there

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MIKE: If I seem intense, that's for one reason and one reason only, okay? I don't wanna be here and I'm really sad.

***

VANESSA: Why is Barbie's the Nutcracker the only good film adaptation of the ballet that has ever been made?

MIKE, who’s been around Abby too long: Because Barbie movies slap, next question.

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WILLIAM: it's time for you to die.

ABBY: One sec, let me ask my brother

WILLIAM: It's not a choi--

ABBY: Mike said no.

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MIKE: I did what I could, you know, while I was also trying not to bleed to death.

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WILLIAM: I will ruin your happiness, no matter the cost!

MIKE: My happiness?

MIKE, turning to Vanessa: I'm happy?

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ABBY: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

ABBY: *punches wall*

ABBY:

ABBY: Take me to the hospital.

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MIKE: Well, well, well. If it isn’t my old friend...the dawning realization that I messed up bad.

***

MRS. AFTON: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes.

WILLIAM: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD

MRS. AFTON: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes. Also, use soap this time?

***

WILLIAM, a career counselor: Look, I would like to give you moral advice, but I have very questionable morals.

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MIKE: You're my little sister and the most important thing in the world to me. I would do anything for you.

ABBY: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

MIKE: Absolutely not.

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MIKE: What doesn't kill me should run, because now I'm ticked off

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MIKE: You saved me. I owe you my life.

VANESSA: No, thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

***

WILLIAM, first interviewing Mike: You look familiar. Have I killed one of your loved ones before?

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MIKE: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

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MIKE: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

WILLIAM: You mean literally or figuratively?

MIKE: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

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WILLIAM: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

WILLIAM: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'Someone has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

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VANESSA: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

MIKE: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

***

MIKE: People are always asking me if I'm a morning person or a night person. And I'm just like, 'Buddy! I'm barely even a PERSON!'

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ABBY: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

MIKE:

MIKE: Abby, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

ABBY: *Sips chocolate milk from bowl*

***

MIKE: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

(This can apply to both the movie and the game)

***

VANESSA: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

MIKE, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

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MIKE: Okay, maybe playing, "Whose family is more dysfunctional" was a bad idea. Vanessa's sobbing in the bathroom now. We can't get her out.

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MIKE: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so let's go for 12 more just incase.

VANESSA: Mike, that's a coma.

MIKE: Sounds festive.

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VANESSA: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

MIKE: How can you still say that?

VANESSA: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

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WILLIAM: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

VANESSA: Twelve, actually.

WILLIAM: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really, whose fault is that?

VANESSA: Yours!

WILLIAM: That's right: no one's.

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[Mike is the only one raising Abby after his dad’s depressed and his mom lost it]

MIKE: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis.

Mike’s Dad: You're, like, 15 years old

MIKE: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

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WILLIAM, sitting with his back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Michael

MIKE: How did you do that without turning around?

WILLIAM: ...To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

***

[The career counselor scene]

MIKE, explaining why he's gone through so many jobs: Bad things keep happening to me, like I have bad luck or something.

WILLIAM: Mike, you don't have bad luck. The reason bad things happen to you is because you're stupid

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MIKE, banging on the door: Vanessa! Open up!

VANESSA: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

MIKE: No, I meant--

ABBY: Let her finish.

***

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie #mike and abby schmidt #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #william afton #fnaf vanessa #vanessa shelly #vanessa afton #abby schmidt

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pengychan · 8 months

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[Good Omens] Flies

Ineffable Bureaucracy Week Day 2: Flies ***

“Can I ask a question?”

“You just did.”

“Well, can I ask another?”

“You just-- heh. Fine, fine. Ask away.”

“Why Lord of the Flies, of all things?”

“Well, I designed them.”

“Ah.”

“You sound surprised. Were you expecting a more sordid tale?”

Leaning back on the wooden bench, idly watching the swarm of flies feeding on the remains of what had been a fish before the small stream dried out in the heat of summer, Gabriel shrugged. “It never occurred to me that someone had the task of creating these… smaller… life forms, at some point.”

A huff, the sting of an elbow against his side. Not a lot of sting, to be honest. Beelzebub could certainly do worse, which meant they were holding back. The thought made Gabriel smile just a touch.

“They took as much work as bigger ones, you know. There are hundreds of thousands species still in existence, and there used to be more. And besides, I didn’t just work on life forms. I made my fair share of star systems, I’ll have you know, while you were starting out your career as a messenger pigeon.”

The smile turned into a frown. “Delivering messages was vital in order to ensure all of us were working according to the same--”

“Lord of the Pigeons. Has a nice ring to it.”

“No one ever called me pigeon, thank you so very much,” Gabriel informed them. “Although some did refer to me as the Peacock of the Angels…”

“Let me guess. You took it as a compliment?”

Gabriel blinked. “Wasn’t it?”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of it.”

“Humans like peacocks, don’t they?”

“Symbol of vanity. It does fit you. How did you even live with yourself in the millennia before tailored suits and silk ties were a thing?” Beelzebub asked, and Gabriel was almost annoyed. Except that they causally leaned the side of their head against his shoulder, and he promptly forgot how to be annoyed.

“Well-- I believe we’re getting sidetracked here. You haven’t told me why it’s Lord of the Flies. I mean, you surely made more impressive things you could make your title about, no?”

A soft scoff. “Absolutely not. Flies are my masterpiece.”

“... Because they fly where they’re not wanted, make noise, and are annoying?”

“I’m sorry, when did this conversation turn to angels?” Beelzebub asked, looking up, and Gabriel laughed, placing a hand over… the approximate location where a heart would be, if he had human internal organs.

“Oh, ouch. A low blow, that.”

“Thanks. I’ve been practicing.”

They both turned their gaze back to the small swarm of flies; Gabriel would have been perfectly content to let the matter drop and focus on nothing but the unnatural warmth against the shoulder Beelzebub was leaning on. Except that he didn’t.

“So, what is it about them?”

“About what?”

“Flies. What makes them so perfect?”

“Aside from being emblematic of putrefaction, death, and decay?”

“Well, yes. Aside from that.”

Still leaning on his shoulder, Beelzebub held out a hand, and a few of the flies separated themselves from the swarm, coming to buzz around their hand, landing on their fingers.

“First of all, they can outmaneuver any angel or demon. See how they fly, hover, land upside down? I made them some balancing organs to function like gyroscopes. They are the greatest aerial acrobats of all Creation. And this is just one of the families - the parasitic ones are a marvel of their own. There is this genus that lays eggs in ants, and once the larvae is big enough, it decapitates the ant to keep growing--”

They talked, on and on, and Gabriel was all too happy to listen. It had been a very, very long time since he himself had felt anything much about the wonders of Creation; it had sort of grown old, like gorgeous scenery you pass by every day to work and back until it’s really nothing more than a backdrop. He’d even forgotten which parts of it he’d had a hand in making himself. How ironic, he thought, that the Grand Duke of Hell never forgot what they made.

All things bright and beautiful, as a famous hymn went, and they’d all been so very proud of it all, once. All things wise and wonderful.

Nothing had really seemed bright and beautiful in a very long time. Nothing had seemed all that wise, and nothing had seemed all that wonderful.

Until now.

Beelzebub got so animated when talking, and Gabriel found himself marveling at each minute facial expression they made while describing a type of fly that looked like a spider and lived in the fur of bats to feed on their blood. Probably not something that fit most of the known universe’s definition of bright, beautiful or wise, he thought.

But most of the known universe never got to sit under the scorching August sun with Beelzebub’s head against a shoulder, listening as they talked about their most complex and beloved creations, watching said creations dance around their fingers.

No one else but him, and Archangel Gabriel-- I am Gabriel, who stands in the presence of God --had never felt luckier in his entire existence.

#good omens #ineffable bureaucracy #ibweek2023 #archangel gabriel #beelzebub #didn't think I'd be able to take part #but the idea for this one hit me and I had to write

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since it's a rather prevalent belief that keith pretty much only criticizes matthew in the press, here are some of the good things keith's said all throughout matthew's career that people seem to be unaware of because it's rarely posted:

“It was great. He’s such a great kid. He works hard and he loves the game of hockey,” Dad said after his son’s five-point performance.

June 2012

“He’s more skilled than I was,” Keith says. “These kids do stuff at a young age I couldn’t do as a pro. We’re happy with the decision (to play in London). I just wish I got a chance to see him more.”

January 2016

“He always likes to talk about it,” Keith said. “It’s funny when he doesn’t play well, he doesn’t like to call you. Knowing the game and knowing I probably had more bad games than he’ll ever have, I understand that part of the game. He’s trying to learn on his own, but he still loves to call and talk about the game and situations, so that’s pretty neat for me.”

December 2016

"He takes chances to make plays and can make those plays in tight spaces. His hockey sense, he had that from an early age. And he's always had that confidence. He's approaching things like a 28-year-old."

January 2017

“He watches hockey 24-7. He knows every player in the league. He wants to figure out every player in the league. He wants to know their tendencies. He’s a student of the game. That’s what I love about him.”

February 2018

“These boys deserve all the credit. They did all the work. It’s fun to see them have success,” he said. “It’s nice to be drafted high. But it’s what you do after that makes it count.”

June 2018

“I’m embarrassed to say this, but he probably knows a lot more than me right now when it comes to all that,” said Keith. “He’s a history buff. It’s unbelievable how much he knows. He just has that gift where he’s a hockey guy and the only thing that matters to him is hockey. He knows everything, I’m telling you. Plays. Players. Coaches. Drafts. Everything."

January 2019

“[Matthew’s] very mature beyond his years and that environment of being there will give him a leg up of not being nervous,” said Keith. “Whether he does some of the events or just being in the locker room with superstars, he’ll be fine. He’ll adjust pretty quickly. I think it showed the way they came into the league, the environment they were always put in. They’re not timid, yet they’re respectful in those instances.”

January 2020

“I’m proud of Matthew, he’s done a great job,” said Keith. "He’s showing his maturity. It’s fun to watch and right now him and his linemates have it going."

April 2022

"[Matthew] is the most generous kid I have ever met, what he did down in Florida (for the family all-star weekend) was incredible, everything, he took care of everything."

March 2023

#this is just stuff i had in my bookmarks #there's certainly more i'm far too lazy to spend anymore time digging up right now #matthew tkachuk #keith tkachuk #matthew lore

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calisources · 9 months

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NETFLIX'S THE CROWN SENTENCE STARTERS. all sentences on this meme come from the hit show "the crown", the netflix original series. themes of monarchy, royalty, god are present so keep this in mind. change pronouns/names/locations as you see fit.

I am aware that I am surrounded by people who feel that they could do the job better, strong people with powerful characters, but for better or worse, the crown has landed on my head.

To do nothing is often the best course of action.

Who we are is not what we wear or what glitters. It’s the spirit that defines us.

You understand, the titles, the dukedom. They’re not the job. She is the job. She is the essence of your duty.

People are so rarely what they seem.

To do nothing is the hardest job of all. And it will take every ounce of energy that you have. To be impartial is not natural, not human.

Who wants transparency when you can have magic? Who wants prose when you can have poetry?

An ordinary young woman of modest ability and little imagination. But wrap her up like this, anoint her with oil, and hey, presto, what do you have? A goddess.

No man should be punished for love.

People have to be angry at someone. But as leader, one cannot simply react to everything.

That’s the thing about unhappiness. All it takes is for something worse to come along and you realize it was actually happiness after all.

What kind of marriage is this? What kind of family? You’ve taken my career from me, you’ve taken my home. You’ve taken my name.

With this family, when you’re in, you’re never quite sure that you’re in. But when you’re out, there’s no doubt at all. You’re out.

How many times can this family make the same mistake? Forbidding marriages that should be allowed. Forcing others that shouldn’t. Paying the consequences each time

It is not my job to govern. But it is my job to ensure proper governance.

To give ordinary people an ideal to strive towards, an example of nobility and duty to raise them in their wretched lives.

Too much character, an excess of character.

Why does everybody think, just because we’re royal, we like fine dining? Don’t they realize we’re savages?

A sick king is no good to anyone. There must be no weakness. No vulnerability.

Self-pity won’t get you very far. You’ve just got to get on with it.

We can’t be everything to everyone and still be true to ourselves.

I’d like to be a queen of people’s hearts, in people’s hearts.

Nothing wrong with a coronation. Under the right circumstances.

That is what people want in a leader. To show conviction and strength. To lead.

I am Queen, but I am also a woman. And a wife.

People do the strangest things when they’re unhappy.

Power is nothing without authority.

There comes a time where one must draw a line in the sand.

There’s no such thing as a blameless party in a divorce.

Too much knowledge can be a dangerous thing.

We all desire equality, but here’s the thing. We were not born equal.

#rp meme #sentences memes #meme call #roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #roleplay meme #fantasy memes

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Parent Trap: Part 18

Summary: You had the perfect life. A perfect daughter. A perfect career. You never expected that sending your daughter to summer camp would cause everything to spiral out of control. And your ex-husband… yeah you never saw that coming.

Pairing: ex-husband!Eddie x Fem!reader

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Eddie wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting when he walked into the hotel lobby. The last few hours had been a rush of emotions, and frankly… he was surprised at himself that his mind still wasn’t wrapped around seeing you. A lot has changed since the two of you welcomed your daughters into the world; more specifically… once you left his priorities changed.

His daughter was his main concern. Every decision he made day after day had been for Hallie, and secretly Annie who didn’t even know who he was.

Perhaps he should have been concerned that he left Meredith stranded in the middle of New York, but she was a fully grown adult and could manage fine on her own. Besides, if he was alone with her any longer he might’ve blown his brains out.

All he could think of now was to thank the woman who helped his daughter, then get the hell out of New York.

It was easy for him to spot the bar, but he heard your laughter echo around him before he could even lay eyes on you. It was impossible for him to ever forget that precious sound.

You were beyond nervous, unable to turn around to see when Eddie would walk in. Your drink was clutched in your hand and thankfully the bartender made good company.

“They switched?” He said, cleaning and packing away a few glasses.

You nodded laughing, sipping ever so slightly at your drink. “I couldn’t believe it! I mean— they’re both just so creative and smart, I feel like such a terrible mother that I couldn’t even tell my two daughters apart.”

Eddie was frozen, eyes following the sound of your voice. And when they finally connected to your body frame, time stopped still. His ears became blocked out, unable to concentrate on hearing anything at all.

His heart was pounding at his chest; his mind was screaming at him to move, to make his way over to you and finally put an end to almost 11 years of misery. But he saw how happy you looked; so much happier than the last few days you were with him.

As if you could feel someone watching you, you turned to look behind you. Although you were expecting to see him, hell– that was the whole plan– it still took you by surprise when your eyes connected with his.

Despite the few fine lines that now decorated his face, those eyes were still the same. Deep, dark and utterly captivating. While he was frozen in place, all the years of yarning made your body move without thinking.

Much like before when he first saw you on that stage, time stood still when you walked up to him. He was sure that his ears were blocked because all he could hear was the thumping of his heart.

Your earlier confidence betrayed you once you finally reached him, throat dry and burning. You could tell by the look on his face that he was in no position to make the first sentence, and so you pushed past the fear that was rising up in you.

“Hi Eddie.” You said, surprised at how calm and soft your voice sounded.

Hearing his name come from your lips pushed him over the edge; tears burned his eyes and he just shook his head. “What are you– why– where have you—”

He was a mess and it broke your heart. You had to be strong; for yourself, for your girls– and to make the bitch that ruined your family pay.

“Come sit with me… there are some things we have to discuss.” Your hands wrapped around his clammy ones, he let you lead him to the couches. His whole body still numb.

“Oh, now you wanna talk? Didn’t seem like you wanted to say anything ten years ago.” He said in anger, and you tried to not let his words hurt you.

“Eddie–”

“No.” He shook his head, “You don’t know how it tore me up inside when you didn’t even give me the decency to speak to me– just sent the papers.”

Now it was your turn to cry softly, “No no– that’s what I’m trying to tell you. Eddie, I never sent the papers first– you sent them to me, with a note from your lawyer saying to sign them.”

His mouth gaped open, his eyebrows furrowing together.

“I did no such thing– I didn’t even think about hiring a lawyer until you sent the divorce papers signed!”

You gave him a sad smile, “I know that now. I just needed time to clear my head, I never wanted a divorce–”

He cut you off by waving his hand in the air between you. “I can’t do this. Thank you for helping Hallie, but I think its best we just leave.”

He stood up quickly, but your hands held on tightly to his arm. “Actually, that was Annie. Turns out Hallie has been with me.”

He laughed, confused and angrily. “I don’t know what you’re playing at, but i’m fairly certain I know which one of our daughters I had with me–”

As if on cue, both girls rushed inside the hotel lobby. Hand in hand, a worried expression on both of their faces.

“Annie…” Eddie breathed out. He hadn’t expected the two girls to ever be in the same room together again, let alone already so close.

“It seems like we sent them to the same summer camp, and they switched places– put this whole charade together too.” You whispered at him, the soft smile on your face vanishing when you saw what was following behind them.

Covered in paint and glitter, Meredith was screaming at the girls. Cursing at them.

You pushed past Eddie, rushing over to where the girls now stood. A mixture of fear and determination made up their body expression; unwilling to give in to the blonde’s cruel words.

“Meredith.” You spoke, cold and loudly. “I believe there is something we should talk about; like how you manipulated my marriage to end.”

The words struck Eddie to the core, and he slowly made sense of what you were trying to say.

“You–” Meredith huffed out, her hair falling in front of her face as she breathed angrily. “And what the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

Her laugh was sinister, one of her hands crept onto Hallie’s shoulders and your instincts took over. Barricading the girls with your body, you pushed them behind you.

“If you ever lay a hands on my daughters again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Eddie was taken aback by how you spoke; he’d never heard you speak like that. And by the looks of your daughters’ faces, he could tell that they hadn’t either.

Something in Meredith’s face changed as she moved to look at Eddie, “Are you really going to believe her?! The bitch walked out on you and sent the divorce papers the next week!”

Eddie’s face twitched when she called you that foul name, even all these years later he couldn’t stand someone speaking about you that way.

The girls spun around on their heals, now fully facing their father. They spoke loudly, their voices triumphing over the others.

“Slow down– one at a time.” Eddie said, “I can’t understand you if you’re yelling over each other.”

His chest warmed that he finally had both his girls in front of him. He took in every feature they had identical, but he was still able to tell the difference in the way their eyes gleamed at him. He felt like a failure that he couldn’t realise that Annie’s eyes had a different sparkle in them to Hallie; that he unknowingly had the wrong twin the entire time. No– wrong is not the right word to choose. Because all ten years had been wrong; this, both daughters in front if him was how it should have been.

“Meredith played you– she made up lies, didn’t pass over where we were so you thought mum did’t want to see you or speak to you—” Annie started to speak, her cheeks flushed with redness as she rushed through her words.

Hallie nodded along, “She made it look like you were the one asking for a divorce! Mum only signed it because she thought it was what you wanted.”

You could feel his eyes burning into the back of your head, and you so desperately wanted to run into his arms and confirm everything was true. But you refused to let Meredith out of your sight.

“Is that true Meredith?” He asked, his voice a little louder than a whisper. When she didn’t reply, his voice changed into a similar sound of anger that yours was only seconds ago. “Is that fucking true?!”

Meredith nervously laughed, trying to fix her hair. “Of course not Eddie!”

Meredith tried to move closer but you continued to block her with your body.

“Get out of my way.” She spat at you, “Do you see how controlling she is? Why would you ever want her!? All those years I watched you, she was always there telling you what to do. Or where to go. She didn’t even let you see your friends–”

“That’s not true, Meredith.” Eddie interrupted, joining you by placing the twins safe behind him. “How would you know what our life was like behind close doors?”

He was beyond angry now, finally in a position that he could see the tears streaming down your face as you stood your ground.

“I’m going to ask once more Meredith. Is it true? Were you the reason the were divorce papers in the first place?”

Meredith sucked in a breath, fear choking her. She nodded, “You were better off without her!”

Six little words. It’s amazing how much relief and anger can be evaporated by six words of confession. Eddie may have been stunned in silence to learn the truth. But you were a mother on revenge; and perhaps those six little words finally tipped you over the edge.

Your fist colliding perfectly with her nose, the sound of bones cracking and the blood spattered on impact.

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Note: Sorry it has taken so long for an update! Between having Covid then the holiday season, the days just slipped right past me! There will be one final chapter to finish this series off!

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goodluckdetective · 10 months

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Hello I am thinking about Apollo Justice and how his 3 backstory elements as presented are a mess but when properly laid out with some thought, they work together just fine.

Apollo is thought to be an orphan in a foreign country where they have no way of finding or contacting any living family. His now foster father raises him as his own with his own son, and they’re a pretty solid family group despite the “being on the run” part. Apollo is raised up to age 9 in Khura'in and for all we know, he’s pretty happy there. However as things get dangerous, Dhurke decides Apollo being there is too dangerous and an in an attempt to keep him safe for what Dhurke assumes will be a year max, sends him to the states.

The games never clarify where Apollo is sent to and honestly, I think it’s probably a distant relative on Jove’s side, though the system or a boarding school is a possibility. Regardless, now Apollo is 9 and in a country that is entirely different to his own. Different culture, different weather, different everything. So is it any wonder that he takes an interest in the Turnabout Terror who is the closest reminder he has of Dhurke and his stories of being a defense attorney? Yeah, Dhurke might have abandoned him, but here’s a guy on screen who reminds Apollo of the way he used to view Dhurke: I can get why a 13 year old kid might follow Phoenix closely with that background. It may have been his closest reminder of home even when home hurt to think about. When Phoenix is disbarred Apollo is horrified and upon the dark age of law rushing in, decides to become a defense attorney.

Anyway, Apollo becomes friends with Clay who like him, knows what it’s like to not have a mom around (which might remind Apollo of the brother he lost when Dhurke left him here). They both have pretty focused career goals at a young age and hit it off.

Years pass and Apollo grows more bitter about his time in Khura'in which he tries to actively forget. Maybe that’s why he interns with Kristoph Gavin of all people, a cool, calm and collected attorney who has none of the bombastic persona that Phoenix does (and someone else Apollo refuses to think about). And when Apollo learns the persona was fake and that Phoenix tricked him to tear it down, who can blame him for decking him? Apollo was lied to by a defense attorney before (about going home, this is only temporary, he’ll be in touch). Who can blame him for being furious for falling for it a second time?

(When Clay dies, and Apollo doubts Athena it is because he’s trusted three defense attorney’s before, three who he thought had his back. One of them managed to redeem himself, but he’s not getting played this time. Kristoph Gavin was a bad person but he taught Apollo one important thing: evidence is evidence. Prove it or shut up. Because he’s not going to trust again without it).

It works together narratively! It just requires foresight going in so you can connect the themes from one point to another.

#iz rambles #apollo justice #ace attorney #Apollo’s backstory works it’s just that it’s not planned in advance #so none of this shit lands as connected cus it wasn’t at the time

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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years

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Suspicious Minds: Elvis Presley

Austin Butler Masterlist

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Request: Kennedy!reader x Elvis type thing where reader doesn't wanna be in the political spotlight like their parents so they run away to Hollywood and become a dancer under a fake name and they end up dancing for Elvis' comeback show and they're there when it's announced that their dad (Bobby Kennedy) has been assassinated

Idea credit goes to @cozacorner

You never imagined that you would be dancing for Elvis let alone on his comeback special and you never would've thought that something would develop between the two of you. See you were a born a Kennedy and from a very early age, you watched how politics destroyed your family one by one, so when you reached the age of 18, you ran away as far as you could from it and you eventually ended up in Hollywood under a new name where you dance career would soon take off.

One night you had been in the studio practicing after everyone had left, Steve and Bowes often let you come in and practiced on the stage while they worked, only this night someone special would come to the stage in hopes to write. You were working on the choreography for one of the numbers when you landed wrong preparing to land on the floor but instead felt a pair of arms stop you. You looked up and were met with the famous blue eyes, and you could understand why every woman went nuts seeing him.

"You alright there, Darlin?" He asked you setting you back on your feet.

"Uh fine, thank you for not letting me fall on my face, Mr. Presley." You said walking over and turning off the record.

"Could never let a beautiful, angel fall on her face. And please call me Elvis." He said taking a seat at the piano as you tried to fight the blush that forming on your face.

"Were you practicing for my special?" He asked you. "I was. So you got to see firsthand me mess it up, are you excited for it?" You asked him with a small laugh.

"Can I be honest with you? I'm not this doesn't feel like me, you know?" He said as you nodded your head.

"I know you are my boss and could potentially fire me for saying this, but if you aren't happy with it then why are you doing it because this isn't the Elvis me and your other fans fell in love with. We miss the old Elvis." You said to him.

"I don't know because the Cornel is making me, he keeps saying something about this new family-friendly Elvis." Elvis said.

"Well, Elvis you have the power to change it if you really want." You said as you grabbed your stuff so you can head back to your hotel and get some rest for tomorrow's taping.

“Thank you...." He said remembering he never got your name making you smile as you told your name.

"That's a beautiful name, thank you for tonight." He said giving a soft smile as he watched you leave the room giving him a lot to think about, but more so you.

This is how it went for the next few days, you two would somehow meet up in the stage room and sometimes you would dance while he worked and other times you two would sit there and talk and get to know each other which was hard to do considering you were hiding half of who you were and making you want to stop this growing relationship between the two of you.

"Girl look someone sent you flowers!" Your friend said excitedly showing the bouquet of cherry blossoms as you took them from her.

"Ooh, are they from that guy you've been seeing?" She asked as you read the card which made you smile even more as he asked you to join him for dinner tonight.

"They are and I've got a date tonight." You said making her squeal as she began picking out what you could possibly wear and how you could do your hair you shook your head at her feeling excited for tonight.

Elvis was the perfect gentleman, he took you on a private picnic thank god, that way no way would get pictures of you two, and the whole time he practically told you his whole life story and everything about him while you hardly told him anything except that you had a bunch of siblings, and came from a loving family which hurt you because you so badly wanted to tell him the truth.

"You haven't shared much about your family, why is that?" He asked you as you two walked around.

"It's hard for me to talk about my family... while they were loving and all that, I also saw a side to them that made me run away and join the circus as you would say. I miss them every day but I can't go back to them." You said feeling a tear slide down your face.

"Hey hey, it's alright Darlin, you don't have to talk about it if you are not ready." He said as drying your tears with his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to talk about. I hope I didn't ruin our date." You said quietly making him smile.

"You didn't ruin anything sweetheart, do you think I could kiss you?" He asked you.

"I would like that alot." You said as you felt his lips on yours and it was everything you imagined.

While you two were having the best date of your life, the Cornel who hated the effect you were having on his number one client was looking into your background and couldn't believe it when he found out the truth and couldn't wait to tell Elvis.

"She's been lying to you, this whole dance act has been a lie to get to you so that her and her family could get involved in their political affairs." He said as Elvis sat there in shock trying to figure out why you would lie to him.

#austin butler #austin butler!elvis presley #austin butler elvis #elvis presley x reader #austin butler!elvis presley x reader #austin butler x reader #austin butler x yn #austin butler fanfiction

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chenfordspiral · 1 year

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I don’t get heartbroken over storylines on a TV show very often, but I do over this one.

Because I don’t understand how someone like Lucy can truly love UC (and say it with a smile on her face). Short term, fine. I might be able to get on board with that. But she doesn’t know what it’s like to be gone for months (she said it herself), and how that would impact her and all the people around her. I cannot see a world in which Lucy Chen, the most kindhearted, empathetic, likes-to-take-care-of-the-people-she-loves person ever, would actually love being separated from her family for months (while knowing that at least one person would be hurting the whole time, no matter what he says).

All we’ve seen of her since the season 3 finale makes me believe that she doesn’t actually love UC as much as she says she does. That might just all be wishful thinking on my part, but that’s the vibe I’ve gotten from her for the last two seasons. Did she even talk about UC at all in season 4? But now she’s suddenly so interested in becoming an undercover cop? Does she think she has to do UC and is still pursuing it because of that?

Either way, I don’t get it. Make it make sense, please.

I don’t want to be that person and ask someone, especially a woman, to walk away from a career path for a relationship, but that’s the thing. It’s a path, not the ultimate path to being a successful officer and have a great career in the LAPD. Look at almost everyone around her. Only Nyla and Isabel have gone that route. And we all know what it cost them.

Yes, Tim said Lucy is different. And she is. She wouldn’t bottle it all up the way Isabel apparently did. But that’s not all it is about. No one can guarantee her safety while she’s under. And I think that’s part of why Tim is so scared. He knows she likes UC, knows she’s good at it. Knows she would most likely want to talk things out with him, at least as long as it doesn't reveal too much about the op. But everything has to work out perfectly for her to come back in the first place.

I guess it all boils down to this: they need to have an honest conversation about it. Really honest, no holding back for the other’s sake. And for Lucy to really make an informed decision about UC, she needs to experience a long-term op (and I’m talking months here, not weeks) to know what it’s like. Right now, she’s basing her opinion on all the short-term assignments she’s done and what she thinks she needs to do. She should know whether she really likes long-term or not before fully committing to being an undercover detective. Once she’s a UC, I’m not sure how easy it would be to walk away from it if she only has her first long term op then and realizes it’s not for her.

And let’s not even begin to talk about the other two things. I just don’t understand how she can still do UC with those doc eps. Or how they would make it work for the show in general. They’re already juggling Patrol, Detectives and Metro. How would UC fit in on a weekly basis?!

Anyway. As I said, I don’t get heartbroken over storylines too easily or too often. But this one does things to my heart that I don’t like. Because neither one of them is happy, but they don't talk about it (yet). They're both not being completely honest with themselves, so how are they supposed to be honest with each other?

I don’t want Lucy to compromise something she apparently loves so much. But I also don’t want Tim to compromise himself and go against every single one of his instincts to make her happy. They need to find a balance.

And at the end of the day, he’s her priority, right? When it comes down to it, she would choose him over UC, right? Because he's the most important relationship, and thus most important thing in her life. I'd like to believe she'd make that choice.

Yes. She should do what she loves and is passionate about, but is it worth it if all it does is hurt the person you love the most?

Also, Tim is the most selfless human being ever. We do not deserve this absolute gem of a character. I love how much he loves Lucy. I know I'm kind of contradicting what I said two paragraphs above, but I love his willingness to try and soldier through (no matter how much it hurts him).

I know I'm very emotional right now and it's showing. I just absolutely hate angst and seeing these two hurting because they're not totally honest with each other or pressing the other to be honest is making my heart physically hurt. I know that, with a little distance, I might see things a bit differently. But right now, I'm sad that they're sad and haven't fully talked about the obvious elephant in the room yet.

#chenford #therookie #i clearly have feelings about this and I don't think I'm handling them well #apologies if this sounds totally unreasonable #i'm just a litte sad that it still hasn't been honestly dealt with #but i do have a weird sense of hope that the whole Lucy being UC storyline will be wrapped up soon #and that this was just the beginning of that deeper conversation that needs to happen soon #i hate angst #and need my babies to be happy #anyway #i'll be quiet now.

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extasiswings · 2 years

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rewind the tape (pause)

I’m blaming @yramesoruniverse for this one. And apologizing in advance. Spec fic for Cursed. On ao3 here.

There are many things Buck never expected to happen in his life.

Growing up in Pennsylvania, he never thought he would end up in Los Angeles. After getting kicked out of college, he wasn’t sure he would ever find a place, a career, that made him feel truly fulfilled.

He never anticipated that he would find a family, find a purpose. At least, not to the extent he has.

Eddie. Christopher. The life they’ve built together.

But more than anything else? He definitely never thought he’d see the day when Eddie showed up on his doorstep and kissed him senseless.

And yet.

Eddie said: “I love you.”

Eddie said: “Be with me.”

Eddie said: “It’s not a mistake,” and, “Let me make you happy,” and, “Take your time.”

And afterwards, Eddie hadn’t pushed, hadn’t pressured him, hadn’t let anything change—hell, Eddie hadn’t even kissed him again. True to his word, he’d simply…given Buck time to think.

And Buck—

Buck had finally said, “Okay.”

On one condition.

Which is why he’s sitting in the parking lot at the beach, trying to breathe through the panic threatening to strangle him as he waits for Christopher’s surfing lesson to end. Because if he and Eddie are going to do this—as terrified as he is of fucking it up—then it needs to at least start off on the right foot.

No secrets. No lies.

If he and Eddie are going to do this, if they’re going to be in a real relationship? Then Buck needs them to be in it in front of Christopher.

So. They’re telling him today.

Buck’s phone buzzes in the cupholder.

I’ve spent enough time in that jeep to recognize it, Eddie texts.

Stop freaking out. Everything’s going to be fine.

I love you.

Buck’s heart squeezes painfully.

Eddie is so comfortable with this. So confident. So sure. So…unafraid.

Buck wishes he had half of Eddie’s sense of ease.

For his part, he hasn’t even been able to say it back. I love you.

It’s stupid. It’s only three words. He said them to Taylor, and his feelings for her didn’t hold a candle to his feelings for Eddie.

But, he can’t seem to manage it.

He feels too much, is the problem. Too much love, too much fear, too much doubt.

It overwhelms.

But he said yes. He’s saying yes. So he just…needs to get out of the car.

“You know you probably jinxed us with that,” Buck calls when he’s close enough to catch Eddie’s eyes across the remaining sand. “Insisting it’ll be fine—that’s like saying the q-word on shift.”

Eddie laughs and holds out his hand. Buck only hesitates a little before taking it.

“Jinxes still aren’t real,” Eddie replies. “And Christopher loves you. Even if it’s weird at first, he’ll be fine.”

Buck forces a smile, his stomach in knots. “I hope you’re right.”

As they watch, Christopher washes back into shore with his instructor, a bright grin on his face.

“Dad! Did you see me?”

“Yeah, buddy,” Eddie calls back. “You look great.”

A moment later, Christopher starts to make his way over to them. Buck takes a step forward and his eyes light up.

“Buck—dad didn’t tell me you were coming.”

“Well, I wanted to surprise you,” Buck manages. Fuck, he feels like he could throw up.

Christopher opens his mouth, but then freezes. The smile drops off his lips, the light goes out of his eyes, and his face shutters.

Buck follows the direction of his gaze—oh.

Eddie is still holding his hand.

Buck snatches it away on instinct, panic flaring again.

“Chris—”

“How could you?” It’s bitter, accusing, and at first Buck thinks it’s directed at Eddie. But Christopher’s eyes meet his instead, wide and brimming with betrayal, and the world drops out from underneath him.

“You promised,” Chris says. “You said you were my friend. You said you weren’t going anywhere.”

“Christopher, I’m <em>not</em> going anywhere,” Buck insists. “Why would you think—”

“Because that’s what always happens! You can’t date each other—Something will go wrong and dad won’t fix it and then you’ll leave, just like mom!”

Eddie sucks in a sharp breath at Buck’s side, but Buck barely hears it. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion, seeing it from outside his body and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

“That’s not fair,” Eddie says quietly, his voice steady even as his face reveals that he’s visibly shaken. “Chris—this is nothing like—I’m not going to make the same mistakes again. You don’t have to worry about that.”

But Christopher doesn’t look at Eddie—his eyes stay fixed on Buck, and it’s like he sees, like he knows every thought, every doubt in Buck’s mind.

“You lied,” he says, and Buck feels it like a slap.

“I didn’t.” His voice cracks. “I swear I didn’t. You can trust me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“For now.”

“No, never.” At his side, Eddie starts to take a step forward, but Buck puts out a hand to stop him. He looks over, catches Eddie’s gaze—Buck sees both the realization of what he’s about to do and the accompanying resignation creep across Eddie’s face just before he adds—

“Nothing’s going to change, because we’re not going to date, okay? If you don’t want me to be with your dad like that, then I won’t.”

“Buck,” Eddie sighs, and look, Buck gets it, but his every instinct is screaming at him to either run away or fix this, and running would just make it worse, so…he’s taking the path of least resistance.

Christopher chews his lip for a long moment, before nodding once and giving them his back.

“I’ll be at the car,” he mutters, and Buck wants to follow him, but he’s pretty sure he’s done enough damage for one day.

Eddie is quiet as they track Christopher across the sand.

“I wish you hadn’t said that,” he says finally.

“It’s not the right time,” Buck replies. “You saw how upset he was—“

“Yes, I did. And clearly there are some unresolved feelings about a lot of things that I didn’t realize he was dealing with that warrant a much longer discussion and maybe a few more sessions with his therapist. But Buck…”

Eddie scrubs a hand over his face and then rakes it through his hair.

“Part of being a parent? Is knowing there are times when he’s going to be mad at you,” he points out. “And sometimes—a lot of the time, actually—you’re going to have to let him be. You can’t fix the real problem by just giving him whatever he wants.”

“Why not?” Buck argues. “I told you I couldn’t do this if he wasn’t on board—what we have? You and me? And what I have with him? It’s too important. I’m not going to fuck that up by moving too fast when everything is fine the way it is!”

“He’s scared,” Eddie replies. “So are you. So am I, for that matter. The difference is, I’m willing to be scared together.”

The way Eddie’s looking at him, frustration mixed with fond exasperation, makes Buck feel too exposed.

“I’m not a coward.”

“I didn’t say you were.” Eddie shrugs. “Look, I promised I could wait until you were ready and I meant it. I’ll wait as long as it takes. But I’m not going to let you lie to me or to yourself in the meantime. And what just happened? That was not about Christopher, that was not for him. That was for you.”

He turns his gaze back to where Christopher is a fair bit of the way to the parking lot.

“I should go.”

Buck swallows hard. He wants to sink into the ground.

“Yeah.”

“I love you,” Eddie says. “I’m going to keep saying it until you believe me.”

“I do believe you. I just—” It’s me I don’t trust.

Eddie nods. “See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow.”

And then Eddie is gone, following Christopher across the sand, and Buck is left alone. Alone on a beach, watching the waves crash against the shore. Alone.

He said Eddie jinxed them, but if Buck’s honest, he doesn’t think that’s it.

It’s him. He’s pretty sure he’s just cursed.

Because somehow, no matter how far he comes, how much he grows, how much work he does, he always seems to end up right back here.

#chapel writes #buddie #buddie fic #the buckley-diaz family #911 fic #911 speculation

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ooo-yeah-baby · 8 months

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hello again! 🫶🏻 i keep rereading parts 1 & 2 of lovely because they’re SO amazing and i was wondering if i could request a part 3? it would probably be the last part, but i was thinking it could be a flash-forward a few years to Moody and reader being back in Avonlea after college, Moody working and reader being a housewife, (reluctantly, but now realizing she has to accept her fate.) maybe they have a couple kids already and she’s already pregnant with another, Moody is overjoyed and the lifestyle is slowly growing on her, too. stockholm syndrome is setting in. honestly feel free to write whatever you’d like and change any details! you can make it however dark you’d like (but still sfw of course!) thank you so so much! ❤️

Lovely, pt3

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x reader

I only do sfw, feel free to send requests, I did not proof read at all and it's kinda short. I hope you enjoy !!

"MOTHER!" Y/N could hear her daughter cry from the porch. Quickly, she ran through the house and pushed open the door to see the little girl stuck in the flower bush that lined the porch. Her legs were kicking abover her head.

"Calm down." Y/N sighed, pulling the girl up and out of the bush. She was the spitting image of her father. Brown hair framing her round face and long eyelashes framing blue eyes. She had her mother's nose but that was pretty much it.

Y/N cradled her child in her arms, checking hers for any cuts, thankfully she was okay, but her dress was dirty.

"Be more careful, okay?" After putting her back down, she kissed her forehead and lead her inside to change clothes, no way she could let her run around covered in filth. "You look like you've been playing in a pig pen. Where were you?"

"I was with Rilla. We decided to take the long way home. I'm sorry, mother."

"That's fine, sweet heart." Y/N said, pulling her dress off of her and throwing it to the bed, then she turned to get a new dress from one of the assortment of drawers. "Do you know where your brother is?"

"He said he was staying late for extra lessons."

Y/N's son on the other hand looked more like herself. Not a trace of Moody, her husband, lingered on him.

Of course this in no way affected the way she felt about her children. They were the lights in her life.

She became pregnant for the first time shortly after moving back to Avonlea from Queens College. Moody had begged and pleaded for the last few months of their school careers for children and with the added pressure from the families Y/N finally caved.

But she enjoyed motherhood and even though she hates to admit it, she enjoys the days where she can spend time with her family.

"Well let's hope he's home in time for dinner this time." Y/N pulled out a little dress and slipped it over her daughter's frame, brushing the hair from her face once it was fully on.

Later that night, after everyone had arrived back home, the family joined hands in prayer. Before, maybe towards the beginning of the marriage, Y/N would pray to herself that she might wake up in her childhood home, her mother and father would be just down the hall if she needed them and she could sit and listen to Moody play his music during break before joining the other girls. Although now she looks back on those moments fondly, she doesn't pray to wake up. It's almost as if she had become happy with her life.

After dinner, Moody and Y/N went up to tuck their kids in together. It was nice spending those short moments together. Moody would stand in the doorway, watching as Y/N pulled the blanket over each of the children's shoulders and kissed their foreheads. After all these years he still loved her and as time went on the guilt he felt about the entirety of their relationship faded.

Although he secretly prayed every night that she'd forgive him. Although she seemed happy now he couldn't ever be sure. She didn't pull away from him but was that just because she felt like she had to? She stopped avoiding him but then again it'd be difficult even if she wanted to.

He was ridden with doubt about their relationship.

Once they finished tucking in their children the two went to their own bedroom to sleep for the night. Moody wrapped hisarms around Y/N which she reciprocated sweetly, then began to drift off to sleep.

"Moody?" Y/N called his name, waking him, his heart skipping a beat.

"Yes Y/N," His voice was shakey and his grip on her became tighter. Usually they'd quietly come into the bedroom and fall asleep together. Why was she speaking? What did she have to say?

"You don't play very often anymore, do you? Your banjo, I mean." It struck him. He hadnt played in a while.

"Do you want me to start again?"

"Yeah. You were good. I miss it." She snuggled closer to him.

Wow.

"Y/N?" Moody spoke.

"Yes, Moody?"

"Can we have another?"

"Another what?"

"Kid?" Moody held his breath. Y/N was silent for a moment.

"If you promise to play your banjo every morning, then yes."

He wondered if Y/N could feel his heart beating out of his chest.

"I promise, Y/N." A smile grew on his face as he pulled her closer.

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #moody spurgeon #awae fanfic #anne with an e #awae imagine

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Marauders cooking headcanons

James - FANTASTIC cook and baker. effie and monty taught him how to cook and bake at a young age so it’s a pretty nostalgic thing for him. one of the only things that can get him to be completely focused and block everything else out. Weirdly a control freak when cooking, no one can touch anything because they are doing it wrong. Loves cooking south asian dishes the most but can cook anything really

Sirius - hates cooking on his own. Finds it really boring to just be making something only out of hunger or because she has to eat. BUT really enjoys cooking or baking with people she cares about. They like making something in a social setting where it’s not necessarily about the food but about the experience and how he’s spending time with others. It also gives them a reason to make it taste good because it’s not just for her so she actually tries to be good at it. And sometimes their food tastes really good (emphasis on sometimes)

Remus - can make microwave porridge and ramen. That’s it. He lives off that stuff because he can’t cook for shit. He’s the type of person who would burn water (but he does make the best drinks).

Peter - pretty good at cooking but baking and sweet things is where he SHINES. Has professional equipment and likes to make really complex desserts like macarons (I tried to make them once, they are ridiculously hard). Loves to teach his friends how to bake things because it’s fun and it makes Peter feel helpful and good at something. He is the person who makes the birthday cakes for everyone and pride cakes whenever anyone comes out. Is so good he could actually pursue it as a career and be very successful.

Lily - a “must follow the recipe exactly” kind of cook. The food she makes is amazing and she usually likes to make A LOT of it. making and giving food to her friends is one of her love languages. But if she can’t find an ingredient for a meal, then she just won’t make it. There is no such thing as substitutions in her mind. and if something isn’t going right then she will start over. her perfectionism can be exhausting so sometimes if she’s not in the mood for making a perfect meal then she’ll just make toast. Either she will give her cooking her all or she just won’t try.

Mary - very talented cook and baker. her grandmother and mum taught her how to cook and now she can make the tastiest meals without even trying. It just comes naturally to her. *tastes something she’s making* “oh i know what it’s missing”. Thought that this is how everyone cooks until she made food with people outside of her family. doesn’t use a recipe but her food always comes out perfect. She could literally spend 30 minutes on something and it will be in the top 10 meals you’ve had in your life. Enjoys cooking with her friends so much, she loves sharing things that make her happy with the people she cares about (even if they kinda ruin her food). Loves to add a lot of chilli to her food but has to turn it down when she’s cooking for others because she has the highest spice tolerance of them all.

Marlene - also the type of person who would burn water. Has definitely sent people to the hospital from her cooking before. legally not allowed to enter a kitchen.

Regulus - Has like 10 recipes that he rotates between. He only cooks them but it’s fine because they’re really tasty. Mostly makes European dishes (especially French). absolutely despises when people try to cook with him. Cooking and the routine relaxes him so when people try to disturb him and then have the audacity to make his meal wrong, he will get frustrated. the type of person who makes his own bread and pasta. Bakes non sweet desserts, like croissants and herb ice cream yk

Pandora - thinks she can cook how she makes potions: by using her natural talent. This can create some incredible and unique dishes (that she cannot recreate) or it can lead to one of the most disgusting things you have ever eaten. There is no in between. Following a recipe? Not allowed in her kitchen. There’s a lot of experimentation in her cooking and baking and she really just follows her instincts.

Dorcas - amazing cook, terrible baker. loves to watch baking and cooking shows and imagines herself in their shoes and what dish she would cook. one of those chefs that can have NOTHING in their fridge but is still able to make something delicious. hosts dinners for their friends but doesn’t let anyone cook with her (yes. Another control freak when it comes to cooking). she loves to cook traditional food from zimbabwe (where i headcanon she’s from) for their friends because she loves to teach others about their culture. One of her biggest frustrations is how they can’t bake at all. It always turns out wrong even if she followed a recipe exactly.

#i don’t know where this came from but now i really want to cook/ eat something #marauders #marauders headcanons #the valkyries #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #lily evans #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #dorcas meadowes

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