#Don't Breathe 2 Trailer reaction

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

The Risk Of The Sport - LN

Summary: After secretly dating for a couple months, Lando loses his cool when y/n is in a crash and unresponsive, he outs the relationship to her brother despite the risk of his reaction.

Verstappen/Le Mans driver!reader

Basing this in the future so dates for races both Le Mans and F1 are 2024 dates, bc obviously I like to make my fictional stories at least accurate to the real schedule 🤣

More than one of the drivers was attending Le Mans between their own races. After all it's a good race to watch and seeing a Verstappen take part. There's no secret of high expectations for the young woman.

"I can't wait for you to take that P1." Max smiles as himself and Lando stand in her trailer.

"No pressure then." Y/n jokes looking a little nervous. Her gaze flicks to Lando prompting him to speak up and just get a chance to reassure his girlfriend in hopes of being a good boyfriend but no giving himself away to Max.

"You'll be great, we might have to get you to train us up if we want to join Le Mans one day." Lando smiles, a little annoyed her can't be more affectionate with his girlfriend. But they both know better than to risk exposing themselves in front of Max right now.

"Thanks." Y/n mumbles but her nervous don't look steadied.

"We will leave you to calm yourself down." Max declares already half way out the door before he pauses noticing Lando not move.

"I'll catch up, I gotta pee." Lando states, not entirely lying but y/n smiles looking at her brother who nods and takes off. Presumably wanting to speak to someone else because he seems fairly eager to leave quickly.

After Lando does actually pee, he moves back out and without a word he's cupping y/n's face, kissing her multiple times and feeling the tension melt from her a little.

"You are going to do amazing."

"Thank you." Y/n whispers letting out a heavy breath. "I just don't want to let anyone down."

"You won't. Completely impossible." Lando promises making her look at him unsure of his words. "You won't. I really promise you."

"Ok. Ok. I have to get out that mind set anyway. I've trained, everyone says I'm ready. They wouldn't put me in a car that I'm not ready for." Y/n breathes earning a proud grin from Lando before he pecks her lips. "Alright, you need to go before Max suspects something. He might seem like he's oblivious but the man can act well whenever he wants."

"I will be rooting for you. Don't worry, once you're in the car, you'll just feel so in your element."

"I know. I know. Thank you. And...I'm glad you're here. It means a lot."

"I wouldn't miss it. Plus I'm going to finally have a proper celebration and it'll be for your achievement not mine."

Y/n is actually the second driver in the car.

After the first drive managing a three hour stint, she follows up with 3 and a half hours before swapping out and taking a rest. She gets into her third stint and that's when things seem to ramp up, reaching the 23 hour mark.

"Is she going till the end?" Lando questions leaning to Max who is fully focused on the race.

"Probably, she's been in the car for 2 hours but she could easily take it to the end. She's been making the most progress when they have her in the car. Most overtakes for position." Max nods while Lando frowns a little.

They caught some footage of y/n in the garage awaiting her time to get in the car. She looked pretty exhausted, which is to be expected but it was pinching in his gut.

They're finally in the last hour and y/n seems to be preparing for an overtake but that's when things seem to just go wrong. Horribly horribly wrong. Her brakes fail on the corner and she smashes into the other car, her own car flipping forward over the car and it just keeps going.

Everyone in the room is up on their feet, gasps and distant screams from the spectators outside is audible. It almost feels like she's in slow motion and when the car hits the barrier there's hardly anything left to call a car. They can see her in the cockpit, exposed from the damage.

The next moments are a blur.

She's dragged out the car as gently as possible by the medical team and Lando rushes with Max trying to find someone to give them information on the young woman and her condition before they finally get to the pit wall.

"She's not responsive. They're getting her to the nearest hospital."

And like that, they are on their way finding the nearest hospital and getting there in record speed.

It's not till they're forced to sit in the waiting room that Max finally notices that Lando looks nearly ill with worry.

"I didn't know you were so close to y/n that this would be so important to you." Max comments clearly beginning to suspect there is something. Though in reality he just assumes Lando has a crush on his sister.

"I don't think now is the time to talk about this." Lando mutters then standing up and beginning to pace a little, clammy hands rubbed on his jeans.

"My sister is in emergency surgery after a crash that just decimated a car and you are keeping secrets to do with her from me." Max scoffs making Lando look at him, there's tears in his eyes before he sits down again closing his eyes as the crash replays in his mind.

There's no way she's coming out of this alive.

They can try to save her. They can pretend there's a way to bring her back. To let him wake up to that smile and hear that laugh. To give him hope about having a long and happy life with her.

But those types of crashes don't have happy endings.

"Tell me what is going on." Max pushes making Lando swallow back the sick rising up his throat as the images continue to replay in his head. "Lando."

His eyes finally snap open and he looks at the Dutchman.

"Y/n...I fucking love her man. I love her and I never told her, but we've been-we've been together and spending so much time together for months now and...now I might have just lose her. I might have lost her and I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do without her."

Max looks blank. Staring at Lando for a moment before slumping back and pinching at the bridge of his nose.

Neither of them say anything for the next 4 hours. Hell they don't even look at each other. But eventually the doctors come out at tell them exactly what's going on.

Severe bruising of the brain, broken arm and dislocated shoulder, broken ribs which punctured her lungs, severe internal bleeding as a result. Still unresponsive and there's no reassurance that she is going to wake up.

Her future is one giant grey area of confusion and no confidence in her recovery. A coin toss could predict her future about as accurately as the doctors could right now.

-

"Lando, we spoke to Max. but obviously you were there at the Le Mans race. We heard you were at the hospital too. Do you know anything, maybe any updates about y/n?" The interviewer asks making Lando swallow thickly.

Tears prickle at the edges of his eyes. The race replacing in his head, the emotions that followed and the icy atmosphere of the waiting room after he spoke to Max.

"No, umm I haven't heard anything. But quite a few of us drivers were there, obviously we know Max. We've gotten to now y/n quite a bit. She spends time around the paddock and F1 a lot. So we're really all just hoping that we see her around here again very soon." Lando states then shifting uncomfortably.

Flying over to Spain. Leaving y/n because work demands it. Both Max and Lando have been visibly shaken by what they saw and how it's effected them. Not that it's effected their performances, but there's no hiding the emotional toll it's taken on them. It shows all of their faces.

"She's going to be alright, mate. If Verstappen's have one thing about them, it's strength and fight." Jon states, being one of the only people that really knew about y/n and Lando. Only because he helped aid them in sneaking around.

Lando doesn't say anything, having only spoken when absolutely necessary.

Spain turns into Austria, then Silverstone where things feel numb. He manages smiles, and a decent race for the fans but there's no secret that y/n's lack of updates is meaning a lack of progress and since the races are currently one weekend after another. He's been visiting her but every time it hurts.

After Silverstone he has to divide time between y/n and still doing a couple other things for McLaren. Max bears the same weight of balancing time waiting for his sister and going to make sure he's still keeping to his work.

Doctors still can't tell what's happening with her, only that her body is healing. But CT scans aren't giving them a reason for why she won't wake up.

-

Max sits on the other side of the young woman, and despite seeming to spend time together constantly. Neither have spoken a word to each other since the day of the crash.

"When-When did you two start dating?" Max questions making the Brit look at him for a moment.

"She agreed to go on a date after qualifying in Jeddah and we went to a driving range and...she proved that you Verstappen's are perfect at everything. Said she hadn't played golf in her life and managed to demolish me." Lando states feeling a little lighter just at the thought of the memory.

"Sounds like y/n." Max scoffs since while he may appear as talented in driving. He doesn't necessarily hold the same instantaneous talent of any sport or hobby he picks up, unlike his sister who only needs a few attempts to get to grips with anything she tries her hand at. "Why didn't she want to tell me?"

"I think she was just worried you'd not approve. You're not exactly the least intimidating guy when you're angry. I wasn't all that eager to admit it to you either." Lando shrugs while casting his gaze back to y/n. "You already know it, but your sister is the most amazing person on this planet. And I don't even think I was worth her time, but I need her."

"I probably should've guessed that she was dating someone. She seemed happier than I'd seen her in a long time." Max sighs then leaning back. "I uh...I was talking to the doctors about moving her to the hospital in Monaco. They said she'd be ok to be moved, so long as equipment and transport works. That way she's close to people when she wakes up."

When not if. That brings some reassurance to Lando's nerves despite Max having no power over her waking up.

"Are you asking me if I approve?" Lando questions slightly amused.

"No. I just wanted to tell you so you don't come back here to visit and find she's gone." Max chuckles before sighing as he looks back at his younger sister.

-

With the move of hospitals, Lando only got a short visit to her between Hungary and the beginning to the Spa weekend.

Thursday and Friday drag in a painfully slow way, but it's Saturday, arriving in the paddock there's floods of people in the paddock. For a Saturday it's so weirdly busy that he really doesn't understand why there's so much fussing.

"What's going on?" Lando asks as he spots someone from the McLaren team.

"Y/n is here. Awake and...very much alive."

Lando nearly trips rushing to push his way through the crowd who are shouting and yelling questions but they finally part when Max snaps telling them to back, off and that gives Lando the opportunity to break through the crowd.

Y/n looks frail, weak and tired. But when she spots Lando her, hands push Max's hand from her own and she runs towards him.

Lando catches her, lifting her body off the floor. Feeling the difference of her weight. The feather light feeling from her muscle not being used.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't call you, I'm sorry. I woke up and I just...I wanted to get here and see you." Y/n rambles, her voice sounding sore from lack of use.

"Come on guys, we'll get somewhere more private." Max states making her nod a little as she lands back on her feet, the two drivers each take one of her hands. Max leading them and Lando walking slightly behind her.

Eventually they get into the Red Bull unit, Lando getting a one time pass given the circumstances.

"Didn't know I was so important and popular that they would care that I showed up." Y/n jokes then sighing as she hugs herself. A sweater adorning her body but it looks like it's swallowing her whole.

"Scared the fuck out of a lot of people, y/n." Lando mumbles earning a sad expression before she moves forward, sliding her arms around his waist in a slow hug before he returns the gesture and sighs, a warm blanket of comfort just from having her here. "Is it really safe for you to have traveled?"

"I woke up Wednesday night, told them not to tell Max. I'm an adult so technically they can't go against my wishes. They kept me for tests and stuff Thursday and Friday, then I flew out here this morning. All okayed by the doctors. But only because there's medical professionals here who can give immediate medical attention if I need it." Y/n explains then smiling. "And for the record, if you two were talking to me. I couldn't hear fuck all. So I hope there was no like childhood secret confessions, Max. Otherwise you need to admit them."

"I did confess to being the one who broke your first car. But only because I knew you wanted a new car."

"That's a stupid secret. Everyone knew it was you, no one mentioned bit because you really thought you had got away with it." Y/n scoffs with a small laugh then sighing. "Um. Look you are both now running late for FP3. So if you two want to get going. I'll-"

"Come to the garage please." Max cuts in making her smile lightly and nod.

"Can I have a moment with Lando before I do?"

"Fine." Max murmurs though he doesn't sound overly thrilled as he shoots Lando a look of warning then finally leaves making her smile at Lando.

"How long did he give you the silent treatment?"

"From the day of the crash till a couple weeks ago." Lando admits earning a sympathetic look before he kisses her finally his blood settling a little. "Will you come to McLaren for qualifying?"

"I'll see what I can do. Max might not be so eager to let me sit in another team's garage and Christian can be pretty territorial of all those associated with Red Bull." Y/n jokes then shaking her head. "Yeah, I'll be there. Max will just have to deal with it."

-

"We have seen a lot of y/n and she has been kind enough to come and talk to people in the media pen. Max told us that you are the reason y/n was in the McLaren garage. Is there something you want to tell us?"

"Ahaha, are you trying to get me in some trouble? What did y/n say?" Lando laughs looking around and hoping to see y/n standing around lurking somewhere for him to pull her over."

"She said that we should ask you because you would decide if it was ok to say anything."

Lando hums before finally spotting y/n and perking up.

"Y/n!"

Y/n perks up at her name and moves over to him with a smile, she still looks pretty withered but in truth she has even perked up slightly from being provided with food and water in both garages.

"Are you spreading secrets?" Lando questions earning a slightly cheeky expression from the young woman.

"No. I'm letting you share the secrets. I can tell them if you want." Y/n smiles then hugging him as he nods almost as if he's shy to tell them. "F1's most eligible bachelor is actually hooked on yours truly."

"Most eligible bachelor?" Lando snorts then sighing as he pulls head in front of him and rests his chin onto of her head. "She's not lying, she's stuck with me."

"Well congratulations. That explains a lot about you and Max both seeming to be a little out of after y/n's accident."

“Now I feel bad. Still need to actually see the footage from the crash. I don’t remember anything but I want to know what they had to sit and witness.” Y/n sighs then swallowing thickly while Lando looks down at her with a wavering smile.

The memory even now still haunts him. He’d finally spoke to Max about it only a few days ago and it seemed that he was still troubled by it. Really he thought he might finally get comfort when the day came that y/n woke up, but even now his muscles seem to be tensing uncomfortably.

Eventually y/n manages to end the interview and drag Lando away.

Y/n isn’t okayed to drive even a regular car yet so he drives them back to the hotel after qualifying and honestly once they’re back and showered from the day. He just curls up around y/n.

“I love you, y/n.” Lando finally utters knowing it’s long overdue.

“I love you too, you muppet…took you long enough to finally say it. I don’t want to say there was an inflated ego happening but you really didn’t hide it.” Y/n laughs before sighing as she gently shifts his damp curls around. “I’m sorry that you had to watch the crash and see that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been running through your mind.”

“Don’t apologise. That crash was out of your control. You couldn’t stop it anymore than I could.” Lando mumbles not wanting her to feel any guilt over his emotions that followed the crash. “I’m just happy you’re alive and ok…I think everyone thought that we might not ever have you back.”

“Nah, Max would drag me back from the dead if that had’ve been the case. He couldn’t survive in a world without me. I’m his favourite family member.”

“For good reason. You’re my favourite family member of the Verstappen lineage.”

“Given my competition, I actually know that Max threatens that position depending on the day. You two are besties.” Y/n teases then sighing. “Alright, I’m fighting sleep here and I’ll fail soon.”

“You should definitely get some sleep.” Lando states making her smile lightly since she knows he’s saying that for the exact reason of her definitely having doctors instructions to rest as much as possible given her body is still fatigued with the matter of her body being fresh out a coma following severe trauma. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/n smiles lightly, eyes closed while she feels Lando trace the scars of the emergency procedure to fix her collapsed lungs.

There’s always going to be reminders of the crash, not that it was at risk of being forgotten but there’s physical evidence of it.

One thing Lando is almost certain of, despite her not having mentioned or confirmed it, y/n will be determined to be back to health and wanting to compete in Le Mans to get a podium at the very least. But preferably win the race with her team.

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[vilentia]

Healing Melodies - Part 1

Eddie Munson x reader

part 1 | part 2

Author’s note: Since the reader here is Dustin's cousin, I decided to write a second part with Dustin's reaction to their relationship.

****

The beeping of the heart monitor was a steady rhythm in the otherwise silent hospital room, a stark contrast to the chaos that had descended on Hawkins. Eddie Munson, with his wild mane of hair now tamed and lying limply across the pillow, was a picture of fragility. The Eddie you had come to know - vibrant, defiant, with a passion for heavy metal that rivaled his love for Dungeons & Dragons - seemed a world away.

Your summer in Hawkins had been anything but ordinary. As Dustin's older cousin, you had expected a quiet break, a respite from your own hectic life. Instead, you found yourself in the epicenter of a supernatural storm, one that had almost claimed Eddie's life. The accusations against him, the fear, the confusion - it had all been cleared away by Hopper, but the scars remained, both physical and emotional.

Sitting by his bedside, you held Eddie's hand gently, tracing the lines on his palm. You had grown close during the turmoil, your bond forged in the fire of adversity. His usually animated face, now so still and pale, tugged at your heartstrings. You remembered the nights in the Upside Down, his fearlessness, his unexpected vulnerability. You had seen a side of Eddie Munson that few had.

Days turned into weeks, and slowly, Eddie began to recover. His eyes would light up every time you entered the room, a spark of the old Eddie flickering to life. You spent hours talking, sometimes about nothing, sometimes about everything. You shared your dreams, your fears, your laughter. His uncle, overwhelmed by the situation, was grateful for your presence, for the light you brought back into Eddie's eyes.

When Eddie was finally discharged, his physical strength had begun to return, but the emotional wounds were slower to heal. He moved into his trailer, and you, having decided to extend your stay in Hawkins, were there to help. The small space was filled with Eddie's personality - posters of metal bands, D&D paraphernalia, a guitar that had seen better days. You helped him rebuild his life, piece by piece.

The nights in the trailer were often long and filled with nightmares. Eddie would wake up, his breath ragged, eyes searching wildly for monsters that no longer lurked in the shadows. You would hold him, whisper words of comfort, sing softly until the demons of his mind retreated. In those moments, he clung to you like a lifeline, his vulnerability laid bare.

But with each passing day, Eddie grew stronger. He started playing his guitar again, the music a balm to his wounded soul. You would sit with him, sometimes in silence, sometimes chatting about everything and nothing. The angst and pain of the past slowly gave way to a quiet comfort, a sense of normalcy amidst the remnants of chaos.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the trailer, Eddie looked at you with a depth of emotion that took your breath away. "You know, I never believed in angels or anything," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But then you came along, and... I don't know. Maybe I was wrong."

You smiled, tears glistening in your eyes. "You're my miracle, Eddie Munson. My brave, beautiful miracle."

In that moment, with the last rays of the sun spilling through the windows, bathing the trailer in golden light, you both knew. Despite the darkness, the fear, the uncertainty, something beautiful had blossomed between you. A love born in the shadows, nurtured in the light. And as you leaned in, your lips meeting in a kiss filled with promise and hope, you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

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[ai-megurine]

HOTD Season 2 trailer reaction

Rhaenyra looks devastated, awesome job from Emma

Otto's "errors were made following King Viserys' death" had me "YOU DON'T FUCKING SAY"

ALL HAIL KING AEGON SECOND OF HIS NAME

TGC serving so much cunt in two shots I cannot breathe

Golden three headed dragon on his costume yes please

Green nation we are SO BACK

Banners!!!

Alicent clearly cannot not look hot, Olivia can step on me

Damn Rhaenyra looks good in that red dress

0:27 Nettles spotted?

0:37 IS THAT DREAMFYRE AND HELAENA FACING RHAENYRA ON THE BEACH?????

IT HAS TO BE

Ekekeizkzkalspakantuci

Is that B&C???? STAY AWAY FROM HERRR

Jaehaerys funeral + Helaena's veil I'm crying.

Battle scenes!!!

Someone needs to do something about Vhagar's size this is getting ridiculous

No Sunfyre??????

Conclusion : GREEN NATION WE ARE SO BACK.

#hotd s2 #hotd spoilers #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #helaegon #queen helaena #alicent hightower

[hawkins-losers]

Okay I am SO sorry if this is against your rules, it says in your pinned post their alright. I just wanna see Hoppers reaction to reader having a pregnancy scare (readers not actually pregnant it’s just a scare) (Eddie would be the ‘dad’

Again SO SORRY if this is a bad request. Please let me know if it is. I love your writing and just thought this was funny with the whole “I know how to cover up a murder” line.

This is part 2 to this fic

Warning: pregnancy scare, mention of unprotected sex

-

You were sitting on your bed, doing homework when your father's voice boomed through the cabin, making the walls tremble. The loud sound startled you, making you jump on your bed and drop your pen.

‘’Y/N Hopper! Get your ass over here this instant!’’

You scrambled off the bed and stepped out in the living area, finding him standing in only a towel around his waist and an angry expression on his face. Whatever was the reason for his anger, you were in big trouble.

‘’Care to explain what this is and why it was in our bathroom?’’ He held an empty pink pregnancy test box and your face blanched.

Shit.

You stood there frozen, out of words. You took the test while he was at work yesterday and apparently, you had forgotten to throw away the box. You should’ve taken the test at Eddie’s trailer.

‘’I…’’

‘’No stammering. I want explanations. Now.’’

Patience was not in Jim Hopper's blood and everyone in Hawkins knew. As his daughter, you were the best placed to know, having heard him shout at the jelly jar too many times in the mornings because it wouldn't open.

You tried to speak again - you couldn’t let him come to the wrong conclusion -, but the words wouldn’t come out and now he must be thinking you’re pregnant - you aren’t. You thought you were yesterday, but the test turned out negative and fear left both your and Eddie’s bodies when you saw the single bar in the test.

Instead of explaining the truth, you vomited something dumb.

‘’Oh my god! Is Joyce pregnant?’’

‘’What?! No! This is not Joyce’s. Joyce and I haven’t- why am I telling you this? Whatever is going on between Joyce and I is none of your business.’’ Hopper shook his head, having drifted from the initial subject. ‘’Don’t try to fool me! I know what you're trying to do you little minx and it’s not going to work. Why was this box in our bathroom? I don’t have…lady bits so it ain’t mine, which only leaves us one option.’’

You sighed. ‘’Okay okay, it is mine. We may have had a pregnancy scare yesterday.’’ You bit down your lip, apprehending his reaction. ‘’But I’m not pregnant, so you don’t have to reach for your gun.’’

‘’'We' as in…’’

‘’Me and Eddie!’’ you replied exasperatedly. ‘’God, Dad, who else did you think it could be?’’

‘’Wait. A pregnancy scare, you said? Meaning…’’

‘’That I’m not pregnant,’’ you finished.

You had turned eighteen a few weeks ago, getting pregnant was not in your near future plans. You hadn't even graduated yet!

Before you, Hopper let out a loud sigh of relief. ‘’Thank you Jesus! I was not ready to become a grandpa. Why didn't you start with that? You know you can always come to me to tell me thing-’’

‘’I actually can't,’’ you said. ‘’In case you don't remember, you threatened Eddie in case he would get me pregnant. Sorry, Dad, but I was scared of your reaction. I didn't want to risk anything happening to him just because of a pregnancy scare.’’

‘’I…I was only joking when I said that, Y/N. I’m not a psycho.’’

Once the conversation was over, you went to your room and called Eddie on the phone. ‘’Dad found the pregnancy test box. I thought you had tossed it in the trash,’’ you hissed into the phone.

‘’Shit. I must’ve forgotten.’’ You could hear the guilt in his voice, then it was replaced by worry. ‘’Is he coming for me? Should I hide?’’

A chuckle left your lips. ‘’No. You’re safe.’’

Eddie breathed out in relief. ‘’I’m sorry it got you in trouble.’’

‘’It’s okay. He doesn’t know that it happened three times.’’

-

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[cheesy09]

[CN] Kiro's Four-Leaf Clover Date

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

Do note that this date takes place just some time after Kiro's Soundwaves Mind's Quest :>

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 1]

February 13th, 4 p.m.

I push open the door to my house and sneakily poke my head through the door crack to look around.

MC: Kiro...?

Seeing that the living room is still quiet, I breathe a sigh of relief and pull in the trailer of express delivery behind me.

Taking in the small mountain of express delivery and shopping bags, I roll up my sleeves and briefly put them in order.

MC: Ingredients, cola, decorations...

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. After having just returned from Los Angeles, we decided to spend the holiday at home, having a big meal and watching a movie together.

But even so... I was still keen on preparing some surprises for him to make the day more special.

So before he got off work, I asked for leave and snuck back.

Looking at the stuffed refrigerator, I elatedly pick up a few of the express boxes and walk towards the storage room, ready to hide them first.

At one step away from the storage room, a panicked silhouette suddenly flashes down from the second floor. I shiver in fright before I finally take a look at the person gasping for air in front of me.

Kiro stands in front of me wrapped in a bath towel, his slightly heaving chest still dripping with water droplets. His hair appears half wet, as if he was only halfway through washing it.

MC: You - Weren't you supposed to be filming tonight? Why are you back?

I feign composure and quietly hide the express box in my arms behind my back and press it against the wall.

Stunned, he awkwardly rubs his forhead.

Kiro: Finished work early and came back. What about you? Didn't you say you had to work overtime today...?

MC: Ah! My meeting was temporarily canceled... But I was afraid of interrupting your shoot, so I came back without telling you, haha~

At that moment, Kiro seems to notice something and looks behind me.

Kiro: What are you holding behind you?

MC: Oh, it's nothing, just a parcel. I was planning on putting it in the storage room.

I move to open the door, but Kiro suddenly grabs a hold of my wrist.

He seems to be taken aback by his own reaction for a moment. He then slowly lets go of my hand and scratches his head with a dry smile.

Kiro: Wait, do go in just yet... Uh, it seems like a super invincible insect ran inside!

He feigns a horrified expression and gestures to me about the "body size" of the insect to be the size of a fist. I immediately shrink my neck in fear.

MC: Are you serious? That's terrifying....

Kiro: Of course. It looks terrifying as well.

Kiro: So give me the boxes. Once I'm done with it, I'll put them in for you.

Seeing him reach out to take away my box, I immediately duck away and point to the small balcony with a smile.

MC: I'll put them on the small balcony by myself~ You can go finish off your shower. You won't feel good if you catch a cold later.

MC: Just take your time taking care of the bugs~

Kiro: Don't worry, I'll quickly take care of it and then go wash off. Otherwise, if I leave you alone with it on the first floor, you'll definitely be scared.

MC: All right!

The very next second, we each scurry away in separate directions.

Kiro runs into the storage room with a bang, and I return to the door and hide away all the remaining "surprises" on the small balcony.

In order for it to avoid being discovered, I throw several plastic covers on top of it.

In the distance, I hear the sounds of ping-ping-pong-pong come from the storage room, as if a fierce battle between human and insects is taking place.

Kiro: DON'T MOVE, LET'S SEE WHERE YOU CAN RUN TO!!

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 2]

Boom..!

With the festivities of the Spring Festival still ongoing, clusters of fireworks bloom in the night sky.

Considered that he'd unexpectedly hindered my plans, I tentatively decide to wait until he falls asleep to put my plan into action.

But with the fireworks being so loud, such an environment doesn't seem very conducive for a peaceful slumber...

Wanting to see if he's asleep, I open my eyes to sneak a peek, but am unexpectedly met with a pair of sparkling orbs.

Kiro: Are the fireworks too loud for you to sleep?

MC: ...Yeah.

MC: And you? You seem to be in a good mood...

After I give a wry smile, I see him turn around and grab a pair of earplugs from the bedside table. He puts one into my ears.

The tight touch instantly fills my eardrums, quietly dissipating the sound of fireworks in the distance.

Kiro: I'm not sleepy, but I do want to be a good and energetic boyfriend tomorrow.

Kiro: So I've gotta go to bed early and recharge my batteries~

I chuckle and point at our other lonely ears.

MC: What about the other ear? How about I go to the living room and find another pair of earplugs.

Kiro: By the time to come back from your trip, the bed will get cold again...

He wraps his arm around my waist and prompts me to lie face to face with him, pointing at our ears that are pressed to the pillow.

Kiro: We'll just use physical noise reduction so that we can watch each other sleep without irritating our ears. Kill two birds with one stone.

And just like that, we smile and gaze at each other in this quiet world until our eyelids start to droop.

So as to not fall asleep, I press my fingertips into my palms and rehearse in my mind the surprise I would give him.

But when I open my eyes again, the clock on the bedside table has silently moved a few paces forward. It's almost dawn.

My eyes widen in fright, my heart beats rapidly, and I gasp... I almost overslept.

While I'm glad that I managed to wake up in time, I quietly look at the person next to my pillow. His long and even breaths fall softly by my ear, telling me that he is peacefully asleep.

I breathe a sigh of relied, slowly pull away his palm and tiptoe out of bed.

Looking at the slippers on the ground, I hesitate for two seconds and decide to go barefoot.

This way I don't have to worry about waking him up~

Soon, I come to the small balcony and quietly open the express boxes one by one.

Picnic blanket, star lamp, bear pendant, projection cloth, projector... After confirming that everything was in place, I take out the USB flash drive from my bag.

Knowing that it contained the "love montage" that I carefully edited with him in mind, I am unable to keep myself from shaking it with joy.

MC: Hum hum, just wait till I sweep you off your feet, Kiro~

-

I pick up the projection cloth and the projector and walk into the yard. The fireworks outside had long since stopped, and there wasn't a hint of silver in the sky.

By the light of the flashlight I placed on the lawn, I carefully set up the venue for the outdoor screening.

MC: It's a good thing that we haven't picked up Apple Box and Cello from Savin's place yet, or else they'd have been barking and meowing next to my feet...

Perhaps due to how quiet it was, I couldn't help but talk to myself.

At that moment, by the light of the flashlight, I catch something swaying in the wind. I bend and squat down curiously.

MC: Is this... a four-leaf clover?!

Looking at this legendary "lucky" symbol lying in a tuft of grass, I reach out my hand and gently stroke it with joy and astonishment.

MC: Strange, why is this here in the yard?

MC: Did Apple Box secretly bring it from outside and then it took root here?

Just as I plan on waiting for Kiro to wake up and share this "discovery", I suddenly feel something in my heart and start laughing.

Then, I take the bear pendant from the decoration and place it next to it, marking the spot.

MC: When it get's brighter, I'll share it with him in a better way~

Saying this, I stand up, clap my hands and walk towards the storage room, ready to take out the tent and set it up.

-

But as soon as I walk to the door, I am suddenly reminded of something and my fingertips fearfully stop on the doorknob.

The bugs... he should have taken care of them, right?

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 3]

After mentally preparing myself several times, I slowly push open the door and turn on the light - and the very next second, I am left stunned in place.

The sweet fragrance of flowers washes over me, making me feel like I have seen all of spring.

The room is filled with neatly arranged flowerpots, and the blooming flowers sway in the wind, just like a Monet oil painting.

The humidifier placed in the corner kept spraying water mist, blurring my vision again and again.

Looking at this sea of flowers, I almost forget that this storage room was once covered in iron shelves.

In my prolonged state of shock, someone suddenly hugs me gently around the waist and pulls me into a warm embrace.

Kiro: I didn't expect you to find out...

Kiro: My plan was to secretly move them to the yard tomorrow.

Kiro: Then I'd appear like a magician again, and tell you that spring was coming~

He mumbles, not seeming to be fully awake yet, and yawns several times while talking.

Looking at this sea of flowers, the scene from yesterday comes to mind again. His hurried figure and unnatural voice all seem to bear answers at this moment.

Turns out that this person also prepared a Valentine's Day surprise for me.

Suddenly, a hint of sweetness fills my heart. I turn around, smile and wrap my arms around the back of his neck.

MC: I wondered why you were acting a little strange this afternoon... So you were afraid that I'd find out in advance?

MC: You can just tell me directly. Even if it's not so perfect, I still like it a lot.

Kiro: Are you talking about me? Aren't you the same?

He half-closed his eyes and touched his nose against mine.

Kiro: What were you doing in the yard in the middle of the night? I saw you "jumping up and down" out there through the cracks in the curtain.

MC: Eh? Did - did you see it all?

Kiro: Yep, there was a projector and a star lamp...

Kiro: MC, did you prepare a grand family outdoor movie for me?

Watching this person guess a lot of it at once, I deliberately pout.

MC: Unexpectedly, we didn't manage to hide out surprises from each other. How do I "salvage" this...

Kiro: No need to ask, of course. I'll arrange the rest with you.

Kiro: Are you here to pick up the tent? I put it in the guestroom when I packed it up today. Come on.

MC: Now? Don't you want to sleep? I noticed that you haven't gotten a break since we got back from LA.

Kiro: I went to bed early last night on purpose~

Kiro: Besides, today is Valentine's Day, and I have to cherish every minute of it.

Just as Kiro is about to pull me away, he suddenly looks down as if noticing something.

Then he sighs, squat down and gently rubs my cold feet with both of his hands.

Kiro: You're so silly, Miss Chips.

Kiro: Did you not wear your slippers on purpose because you were afraid of waking me up?

MC: Haha... Actually it's not that cold. Our home has floor heating.

Kiro: That's not okay.

As he mutters to himself, he picks me up slightly and lets me step on his soft slippers.

In an instant, we have seemingly turned into two little penguins, waddling towards the bedroom together.

-

Kiro and I start working together to prepare our Valentine's Day plans.

First, we spread the flowers in the storage room all over the yard, and then take out the tent and set it up together. After smashing the last nail in place, I get into the tent and lie down tiredly.

MC: ....!

At that moment, I notice the ceiling of the tent covered with photos of us, just like the ones in the RV not long ago. Each photo has captured moments that have escaped my notice before--

There's a photo of me snoozing at the hotel in Los Angeles, half of my head covered by the quilt;

There was also one of me with a sad look on my face as I stood in front of a supermarket shelf, wondering which snacks to buy;

And then there was also one of me smiling as I raised a broom as a guitar while we were cleaning together;

Noticing that I haven't said anything, Kiro opens the flap and sees that I am already lying inside. He smiles helplessly.

Kiro: I pasted them on the top of the tent on purpose, hoping that you'd find it later.

Kiro: Looks like you unexpectedly uncovered my final "trump card" in advance as well!

Seeing Kiro's mock "depression", I grin even more happily, sit up with crossed-legs and wink at him.

MC: Kiro, I'm especially grateful for one thing right now.

Kiro: ....?

MC: Fortunately, you and I aren't colleagues, otherwise we'd definitely be clashing every time we proposed topics for a program!

Kiro: Wait...! Did you also prepare a "photo wall"?

I shake my head mysteriously, pull him to the picnic blanket and point at the projection screen directly in front of me.

MC: Dear Mr. Kiro, are you ready to start a romantic day with me now?

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 4]

Just as Kiro is about to nod, he suddenly looks at me, then looks down at himself, and quickly stretches out his hands to shout stop.

Kiro: Not yet, wait a minute, I'll be right back.

Watching him run off, I belatedly come to a realization, glance at my pajamas and scurry away immediately.

-

In the dark cloakroom, we continuously rummage through all kinds of clothes.

Looking at each other's hurried and messy appearances, a sweetness gradually overtakes my heart, for some reason.

When it comes to "wanting the person you like to see your best side"... It seems that no matter how many times we repeat this, that original thrill and expectation will never be lost.

Finally, I manage to find a light pink dress in a cabinet filled with clothes.

At almost the same time, Kiro also puts on a clean and refreshing coat which exactly matches with the color of my outfit.

-

When we get back to the yard, we seat ourselves on the picnic blanket, shoulder to shoulder. I turn on the projector and play our "love movie"--

On the screen, two little bears jump towards each other from both sides of the screen and hug each other sweetly. Love bubble keep popping up on their little heads, and when they fall to the ground, they turn into pieces of golden potato chips.

Soon, cute lettering appears in the center of the screen-- "Little Bear Pictures".

Kiro suddenly laughs and pinches my palm in surprise.

Kiro: Turns out that another surprise for me was hidden here.

MC: Very cute right~

MC: Although it's only around ten seconds long, I checked out a lot of special effects tutorials and worked on it for several days and nights before making it.

Kiro: It is very cute. But the you who prepares these surprises for me so earnestly... is the one who deserves first place!

Just as he's about to add something more, his eyes are drawn to screen in the next instance.

In the picture, there are countless moments of us.

Like the photos in the tent, here are countless aspects of "him" from my perspective.

Him sleeping quietly while holding Apple Box, or him happily making breakfast for me in the kitchen;

Also him bending down to repair the leaking water pipe seriously, and him earnestly writing his music scores in the study room;

But no matter which side of him he is, as long as I call his name...

He'd look back at me in an instant and give me the brightest smile.

I cannot help but take a peek at Kiro, and find him watching intently. Although he doesn't utter a work, the raised corners of his lips say everything.

After an unknown amount of time, our movie temporarily ends with the appearance of the subtitle "To be continued".

At this moment, the sky is completely bright, it's shine akin to that of a pearl's.

MC: Happy Valentine's Day, Kiro.

MC: Although this festival happens every year, I still want to give you the best on this day.

MC: But I also know very well that even the best is not enough.

MC: So whether it's beautiful scenery, delicious food, or endless happiness... I want to give it all to you.

Watching me speak with such confidence, Kiro smiles and strokes my forehead.

Kiro: Silly Miss Chips, you don't have to do anything. I'm already very happy.

MC: How can that be... You should know better than me, right?

MC: Giving everything to the person you like is another form of happiness.

MC: But we still got really lucky this time, because amongst thousands of people, the gods took notice of us~

MC: For He... He seems to be slightly touched by us and gave us a "gift"~

Kiro: ....?

Within his doubtful gaze, I walk to the bear pendant with a smile and squat down.

There, stood a four-leaf clover swaying next to the bear. Different from what it was at night, it shines brightly in the sun now.

I take it off with a smile and then secretly weave the ring along its roots.

MC: Now, I want to give this "gift" to you.

I turn around, walk up to him and put the woven four-leaf clover on his ring finger.

At that moment, his long eyelashes tremble slightly.

With the breeze bowing and the sun shining brightly, I seem to see the most beautiful scenery.

Kiro: MC.

Kiro: What if I said that this isn't a gift from God?

I look at Kiro, stunned as his smile gradually brightens. He slowly intertwines his fingers with mine and at the same time, speaks word by word.

Kiro: Actually, before we went to Los Angeles, I had already planned on letting you see the yard full of flowers on this day.

Kiro: But considering that I couldn't take care of them personally for a while, I had to change my plans.

He pauses and seems to think of something again, his eyes full of tenderness.

Kiro: But when I left the market, the shopkeeper gave me an extra pack of clover seeds as a gift. He told me that this was a plant that could grow without much care. While it is inconspicuous, it's also very strong.

Looking at the "ring" on his hand, I suddenly realize that it all seemed to be like "destiny".

Kiro: As a result, they grew successfully in the yard. However, I never expected that a single four-leaf clover would actually grow among them.

Kiro: I was thinking that even though it's so rare, it's still inconspicuous.

Kiro: As long as you're not paying attention, the past will be ignored.

Kiro smiles and gently caresses my skin in the sunlight.

Kiro: But, inadvertently, it might light up a moment or day in your future.

Kiro: Maybe when you and Apple Box are playing on the lawn, or when you're watering the flowers with me, or maybe when you are depressed and distressed...

Kiro: But no matter when it was, I believed that this moment would make you happy.

Kiro: I just didn't expect that when this moment came, I would be the happiest person.

Kiro's voice grows softer and softer, and I am unable to keep to myself from gently kissing him.

The four-leaf clover sways on our interlocked fingertips, like a silent and simple intention.

Maybe it will eventually wither and turn to dust one day.

But I believe that the moment it was given will continue in this world--

Until my eternity with him.

[END]

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

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YR S2 Trailer Analysis - Part 1

Ahh....it's that time again. We have been truly fed with a brilliant trailer, and so, what better time to roll up those sleeves and give my silly little thoughts on it?

Please keep in mind that this, and the subsequent second part, will contain **SPOILERS**.

The Opening with Kristina, Ludwig and Wille:

And so we start, really, with the opening that sets up the premise, or rather the cause, for dysfunction throughout Season 2 - Wille's parents. The placement of this scene at the start of the trailer employs a sense of constant overshadowing, whereby everything can be linked back to the direct cause of Kristina (and Ludwigs eventhough I don't actually know what he does) shoddy parenting.

But that's just on a placement level, I want to look at the emotional standing here, because to us, and although we see it as artificial, it almost looks like Kristina and Ludwig are genuinely proud? Which is sad both in the sense of it being pitted against Wille's obvious misery to being the Crown Prince as well as in the sense of seeing an instance of his parents pride only being derived from when he's 'looking the part'. It's as if the only way for Wille to receive any parental affection is to fulfill the role that was thrust upon him, and even in this scene, Wille's discomfort is evident - You can see it in how Kristina adjusts his tie before, not even a second later, Wille is already loosening it, wanting to breathe.

Through this tiny secondary action, or reflexive response, we're already starting to see this 'back and forth' between Wille and the Monarchy, like the old arcade video games with the two characters fighting eachother. But also; This scene employs the idea that a lot (I won't say all bc that would be false) of Wille's issues can be directly linked back to his family, and so a premise of dysfunction is created as a backdrop for S2.

The Colourful Party Stare:

No, because this shit is beautiful. I want to eat this image. I just want to grab it with my hand and unhinged my jaw and-

I'm both an enjoyer and a critic of certain tropes in media, as everyone is, but one that I'm always a sucker for is what I call 'The Art of the Stare'. We see it in so many films/tv shows, and usually it's an addition to the 'Love at First Sight' trope, but the key difference here is that the trope has already been employed in S1, and so parallelism is drawn (both in positioning and lighting terms) to distort this trope into 'Love at First Reconciliation'.

In the first 'Stare' scene at the party in S1, the lighting fanned their faces and was represented by a slow rotation, mixing the colour compositions and facilitating the state of anticipation, curiosity and innocence that framed that scene. Here however, the LED (?) lights are coming out in distinct strings, framing the back of both Wille and Simon's heads, as if externalising their mental/repressed physical reactions. You have to recognise that these are beams. Elongated and narrow strings of light filtered through a tiny scope, unlike the lighting in S1 which was an open and small rotating ball. Beams have a distinct direction, and they puncture the air. They hold intent, and from the visual composition of those images, they're shooting from behind both boys as if to the other, beginning from their heads.

And that look. What is it about that look? How do I articulate that look? Maybe I can't articulate it, maybe I just need to let it exist in its own right, whatever that may be. But, the contextual aspects behind it, are everything. How do you look at a person with whom you want and need them, but those feelings are obscured by what you represent and what you have done? How are you to explain yourself, to find your voice, when your surroundings are already doing that for you? Because we're back at the start here, this cyclical structure cannot be denied nor delayed, and they recognise that - The presence of this scene is all too familiar a parallel for both us as an audience and the lads as a moment, but we have to ask, is it a moment to redefine or reconcile?

Felice and Wille Friendship:

Oh,,,ha,,,I'm already crying.

What a clever ploy on behalf of the crew to play on the audiences heartstrings more than giving the touch starved character physical comfort from the emotionally starved character? The alliance between Felice and Wille, or rather, the friendship, is something that I genuinely cannot wait to see. Look at how fucking tender and comforting this hug looks? One of Felice's hands cupping Wille's jaw and the other holding his arm? Wille with one hand absent-mindedly twirling a strand of Felice's hair and the other against her knee? Are YOu jOKiNg?

On a more emotionally stable note, I really hope that this season, Felice is not just a source of comfort for Wille, but also that it works in the reverse, and Wille becomes a source of comfort for Felice. Friendships blossom from trials and tribulations as well as miraculous times, and we already saw their fledgling friendship towards the end of S1, but I would love the idea of their friendship blossoming this season, particularly in the sense that both of their arcs may require bravery, and I really think that they could help eachother. Whilst I love how Felice is comforting a clearly miserable Wille and how he fins solace in this, it should be mutual, in that Wille encourages Felice to embrace herself and to go against the alleged 'status-quo' of the elitist environment she was born into.

H A N D S:

You could genuinely write essays on the phenomenon of hands in Film & TV, but how it's intrinsically tied to Queer Cinema.

There's just something so thrilling and nerve-wracking about hand touches, and how they signal the first sign of interest, whether it's an accidental brush or incidental hold. How it's the most acceptable form of affection in the eyes of a begrudged public, and even more so, a judgemental society. How it's daring and innocent in the same note.

What's interesting is how these touches differ from Season 1. We're aware that Wille struggles to articulate himself, and so physical touch is usually his best vehicle for communication, but Simon's reaction in the way he pulls his hand away and how it could be interpreted is interesting: Is he scared? Is he showing self-restraint? Is is insecurity? Is it reflexive? Personally, I think that Simon is aware, maybe even hyper-aware of Wille's presence, as there are maybe two or three seconds that pass before Simme actually pulls his hand away. This rift of 'push-and-pull' that is provoked by Kristina and Ludwig extends to Simon as well, and seems to underpin the entire trailer - But in this case, Simon is the one pulling away. Initially anyway. Maybe that changes the trajectory of the story? Maybe that little act plants a seed, and we see Simon (who I'm so glad admitted that he 'enjoyed the space') recognise that it's not all on him. That he also deserves to choose, just as much as Wille does.

Even later on in the trailer, we see Wille actively reach out and take Simon's hand, which shows a contrast, as eventhough we don't get to see Simon's reaction, this touch ^^ was accidental, implying that Simon is very much aware of Wille, but in that scene, it is intentional, and from what it looks like, Simon doesn't pull away. Has he let his feelings for Wille come to the forefront? Has he chosen to stay?

Who knew that hands could say so much, hm?

Sara on the Floor:

Just a little addition here to say that I'm so intrigued to see more of Sara's story this season, and how she fares with knowing what August did, but still somehow has a questionable (Idek what it is at this rate) relationship with him. Not just this, but the teaser of the first 4 minutes let's us know that she's received acceptance for what I'm guessing is residency at Hillerska, so I'm also excited to see how that whole shabang plays out.

August in his Emo Arc:

There is something fucking wrong with you, babes. I'm not gonna lie.

August definitely falls into one of those character archetypes where 'You love to hate them'. My fan mind and my critical mind are at war right now because one is shouting "FUCK HIM, I SWEAR TO GOD-" and the other is going "Wait, let's unpack this". I call it the cursed duality of being a Film student, an ever present burden on my moral agenda.

I am still as unforgiving of August as the next person. His actions can't be justified, they can be traced and understood, but that doesn't make them justified, so to know that S2 follows the lens where August's mental health deteriorates as a consequence of his guilt and regret over his actions is a very interesting take. It's clear from S1 that his coping mechanisms are dysfunctional, but the S2 trailer really solidifies this idea of peril, or turmoil, and how despite being framed as one of the antagonists in the YR Universe, he shows remorse, which is more than we can say for Kristina. To watch extent we analyse his remorse, or choose to listen to it is entirely subjective to the spectator, but I do think it's part of YR tendency to go for the unconventional 'twists' in traditionalist narrative archetypes by making the antagonist/villainous character remorseful - In most TV, the Antagonist is simply there to serve fulfill the plot implications of their role, they show up, they cause some shit to go wrong, the protagonist restores it, antagonist gets booted...

NOT HERE KIDDOS. Here we have a more nuanced portrayal of equilibrium, August being regretful further distorts Wille's pursuit of anarchy as he is trying to restore things, and it's clearly mentally affecting him to a detrimental point. What do you do when you have a regretful antagonist because - *flips through Guide to Stories: 101* - that's not in the book? How do you handle that opposition to the balance of things? How valid is regret when what you did caused so much suffering and pain?

Wille gets dragged:

"I'm staying" "That's not up to you" I'm literally going to go insane, how about that?

Wille has no agency. Nor does he have any autonomy. No decision is truly his, and that's why his decisions this season (like going after August, like trying to reconcile with Simon, like burning down the Monarchy) become so critical. How do you live as yourself when even your body and your mind belong to an institution? How do you even cope?

The answer? YOU DON'T.

Kristina has resorted to absolute isolation for Wille, practically ostracising him from everything and in doing so abandoning all fucking rationality (because that's a great call for your child). This presents yet another barrier, as in S1 Kristina took a relatively passive role; Sure, she made remarks and gave some harsh words over the phone, but this is an entirely new state of low for Kristina, as it implies that she's starting to become an active participant in deepening Wille's misery.

Now this contradicts the first four minutes of the S2 Teaser that were released as it gave the impression that there might be an inkling of genuine, authentic motherly care in her, and how she might actually be working to bridge the divide between herself and her son, but if we're assuming (bc everything is speculative) that Kristina plucks Wille out of school, then surely that paints a disappointing image of what a quick turn around she has when the state of the royal family comes under jeopardy.

Wille is entirely reduced to a moveable, inanimate commodity of the Monarchy, and this scene reinforces how even trusted people (Malin. My, my, Malin, what are they asking you to do?) are under the imposing presence of the Monarchy. It's inescapable. Even writing this, I can feel how suffocating that must be.

And more importantly "That's not up to you". That's not up to you, that's not up to you, that'snot up to you, that'snotuptoyou. No, because nothing is up to Wille, is it?

The Backup Plan:

Nah, but what the fuck is she doing?

There's a weird sense of foreboding or dread that she's already taking measures in case Wille subjects the Monarchy to scrutiny, almost as if she's pre-empting it? Maybe she is - In a lot of scenes it seems to follow a trend of abdication, but even still, she's this complicated character that seems to be omnipresent whilst also never really being there? Saying 'one feels the need' is so formal that it comes across as detached from any motherly emotion whatsoever, the 'one feels' reinforces the idea that she's hiding behind the guise of a 'Royal Voice', and so things are justified professionally.

But it begs the question, does she feel any remorse? How do we, as an audience, attempt to understand her, even if we want to? And more so, what's this 'backup plan' that's she's speaking of? It's likely a plan put in place just in case shit hits the fan and Wille does decide to abdicate, but who does that involve? Wille is the end of the direct bloodline, so who else could there be?

This could be viewed in a lot of ways - The backup plan if Wille abdicates is to appoint a cousin to reign, or alternatively, what is this backup plan is made swiftly before Wille can even confirm his decision to abdicate and involves using manipulation and brunt force? What if she's trying to think two steps ahead and the alleged 'backup plan' involves taking Wille out of school, baiting him, guiltripping him and isolating him in the hopes that he'll feel obligated to say 'Yes' just to stop the mental torture?

From the trailer, it looks like that meetings are happening behind Wille's back that are likely about him, and given the Monarchy's history of wanting quick cover ups/resolutions to things...I don't think we should take this as a good sign.

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That's where I'm going to stop for Part 1, but I'm hoping for Part 2 to be up shortly (in the next day or so). Let me know what you think ! <3

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[frecklystars]

As a fellow Ken-lover, can I ask what was the thing that made you fall for him? Was there a moment that did it or just spontaneous?

Oh... I love this question. Thank you for asking. It was definitely on sight. Immediate. He made me laugh, and in the same moment he made me feel so... safe. It was the first time I felt safe with any character in a really, really long time.

The first time I watched the Barbie movie I was really struggling at first, my ptsd was nearly impossible for me to ground myself from at the time and I was so, so utterly miserable. I was abused for several months during a time when I was heavily suicidal, this person had ruined self shipping for me knowing that I relied on it to survive, and had also completely destroyed my special interest in the process. I was grieving, I was such a wreck without my F/Os. I could not self ship with anyone no matter how hard I tried. I could not enjoy anything at all, my depression was stronger than ever and my ptsd prevented me from thinking about anything other than my abuser and my trauma. My insomnia was worse than ever because I'd jolt awake from nightmares constantly; I still do, not as bad as before, but it's still hard. I had never felt worse in my entire life. but I still wanted to try to see the Barbie movie because I had been looking forward to it since the first trailer was released, and I didn't want my abuser's actions to prevent me from seeing it. Pink used to be one of my major ptsd triggers at the time, but I was so desperate to fight that anxiety, because I knew I wanted to add Barbie and Ken to my F/O list.

I thought "I'll just add them to my F/O list but I won't actually do anything about it, I won't be able to draw or write anything because I'm so numb, I'm incapable of feeling loved by characters"... but I still wanted to go see it, I guess just to prove to myself that I could do it, even if I thought it would be a train wreck. I thought maybe I'd be lucky if I could make it through 20 minutes. I did not expect to sit in the theater the entire time, not once did I feel the urge to leave. I did not expect to ENJOY it. I don't know how to describe it in any other way than I was like a zombie, a dead person barely going through the motions, eating and drinking and breathing but not really living for over a year, and suddenly the Barbie movie breathed some life back into me. I could literally feel myself healing in those 2 hours, it wasn't like I was cured or anything but I was smiling so much that my face was sore. and I thought, wow, it's been so long since I've smiled. and I really believe it was Ken who helped me the most. I would not have had such a strong reaction to the movie if Ken wasn't a part of it.

When Ken showed up ... I don't know, I got so distracted because he was making me laugh so much. I love Barbie, I love all of my F/Os in that film, but it was Ken who kept making me laugh, not just his lines but his expressions would send me into giggling fits. and I was able to let my guard down and feel safe. Safety is so foreign to me and gentleness is so rare for me, to find it in any character again felt like the biggest flood of relief. I had spent months isolated with someone who kept telling me repeatedly how my favorite characters would love to hurt me, would love to abuse me... so for over a year I've been looking at characters feeling conditioned to believe I can't feel safe with any of them. But Barbie, but Ken, but Allan... I saw all these characters and I thought, wow, I could feel at home here. Ken at the beach, Ken at the dance party, Ken showing up in Barbie's car, Ken in his western outfit, Ken doing a fist pump, Ken "drinking" beer at his Mojo Dojo Casa House, Ken dancing -- every moment he was on screen either made me laugh, or made me think "what the fuck am I watching?"

It was the first time I laughed in a really long time. It was the first time I enjoyed anything at all in a really long time. And when the movie ended, I didn't feel as tense with the pink trigger anymore, among a couple other triggers that normally used to wreck me... and I realized "oh, I didn't get any anxiety attacks at all even though there was a trigger on screen 24/7..." and when I went to see the movie a second time, I wasn't even very aware of seeing so much pink. I was just so in love with Ken and I was so grateful he was making me laugh, breathing life back into me when I was empty for so long. The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time I saw the movie, I don't think I even noticed pink. And now I can watch the full thing without even really remembering that pink was ever a trigger at all bc I'm so desensitized to it. I still have some moments where it bothers me but it only lasts for a few seconds, and yet it still doesn't, like, destroy me anymore. I wouldn't have wanted to see the movie so often if it wasn't for me missing Ken and wanting to see him again and again and again. And he's so... he's so devoted, he's so kindhearted, I couldn't help but think that if I loved him, he'd surely love me to. I feel it, deep in my chest, I know he loves me. I haven't felt so sure of a self ship since Starscream was taken from me. It's so refreshing to look at a character with hearts in my eyes and know for a fact that he'd return that same gaze, maybe even more so.

It's so funny that I walked into that theater thinking "this movie is going to be so hard for me to get through and I'm going to exit the theater feeling as numb as always", because I spent months trying to throw myself at anything that could give me joy and nothing ever worked. Old interests, nothing. Newer shows I tried for the first time, nothing. New F/Os, old F/Os, absolutely nothing pulled me out of that pit until goddamn Ken Carson of all characters opened his mouth and made me laugh. Made my heart start beating again.

So yeah, that's it... he makes me laugh, and that laughter melts into a feeling of complete safety. Ken is safe. He's so safe. He's the first character that made me feel loved and protected after I'd been abused. He's holding my hand through all of my most awful days and I know he's got me. I don't know how long this hyperfixation will last but I'm so grateful for every second of it. I love him so much ;-; I owe him everything.

#anonymous #asks #self insert asks #SORRY MY REPLY WAS LONG i get emotional when i think about this movie and what it's done for me #thank you for asking that was so nice of you 🥺🥺 #💕 I'll fight for you!! - ̗̀🐎🏖️✨ ̖́- #i wish i could write greta gerwig a thank-you letter or something #do ppl even write fan mail anymore??

[chalkrevelations]

I. Hm.

So, first. I think that Sailom has already clocked Kanghan by the time of the confrontation in the hallway at the beginning of Ep 2 (ETA, as a helpful anon pointed out, halfway through Ep 1) after they leave the homeroom teacher's office. I'd have to go back to see if I think he twigs somewhere earlier in the first ep, or if maybe the knowledge is already there from the start of the show, but I absolutely cannot look at Sailom's body language - particularly in concert with the "do you want to be my heroin(e)" comment - and not think that he knows part of Kanghan's reaction to him at this point is physical/sexual attraction. The way Sailom's literally fluttering his eyelashes, the smirk, his entire expression and demeanor when Kanghan has him up against the wall, the way he lifts his face and softens his body and lounges back against that wall even after Kanghan lets him go, like he's on the pull - he knows, and he's using his own sexuality, both their sexualities, as a weapon. An offensive weapon, not just as a shield. And it works, it's why Kanghan recoils, lets him go, takes a step back - and then another step back. I don't know how much of what's going on for Kanghan in those moments is internalized homophobia, how much is that Sailom clearly has and is maintaining the upper hand and control of what's going on between them, but for whatever reasons, Kanghan is not comfortable with how much he wants Sailom at that moment. And Sailom knows it, and he uses it to get Kanghan's hands off of him and to gain space (lit. and fig.) to breathe.

So, given all that. Looking forward. How is Sailom in touch enough with his own sexuality and knowledgeable enough to be able to weaponize it like that, when he's not even out of high school?

Go away now if you're avoiding spoilers, even though this is ... probably not even rising to the level of speculation, more like poking around.

Things we know from various trailers and MVs: Sailom is going to have a very suggestive dinner with a much older man after Name sets him up to do some work for him. I think we know what's going on there, and presumably it's what has Kanghan so pissed off when he shouts at Sailom about being willing to do "that" for money, pushes him down on the bed, throws money in his face and says that he'll buy Sailom himself. What we also see in various trailers and MVs is that they have an English exam coming up that Kanghan is worried about, Sailom tells him the best way to practice is to talk to foreigners in bars and takes him presumably to a bar where he sits aside by himself while Kanghan is at a table of other people. One of these other people is a dude with bleached blond hair. Somewhere in the trailers and MVs - barring any weird fucking around with cutting disparate scenes together to mislead the audience - we see a dude with bleached blond hair, who sure looks like this same dude from behind, offering Sailom money in an alley. (tbqh, this could also be when Kanghan has his fit about buying Sailom himself, I haven't checked out clothing closely enough to work out a timeline.)

So. What the actual godforsaken FUCK is a teenager doing in a bar talking to foreigners in the first place? Foreigners who then proceed to offer him money in alleyways? And does it have anything to do with how he already seems to have read Kanghan's interest and to know how to use his sexuality in his confrontation with Kanghan? How many (angry) entitled closet cases has he already had to deal with? And is it because he's already done some sex work?

#sailom homchan #kanghan krittin sukprasoet #kanghansailom #dangerous romance

[matan4il]

Hi!! How are you? I hope well! I'm sorry I've been missing, but I have so many things to do... There aren't enough hours to do it all lol, but what I do is read everything you post! The meta of the 6x10 chapter was absolutely amazing! I think what struck me the most in the chapter is Eddie's scream, which, on the other hand, was necessary to hear. I really liked one of the trailers, the one with Eddie yelling "do more" (part 1)

I think this is the first time I've seen Eddie palpably shocked by Buck, and not trying to hide it. In a way it seems to me that this episode is going to be more exciting than the one where Buck begins, and also, that his classmates are going to care more about him than when the truck bomb happened, or at least we will see it. I hope you are feeling better from the vertigos. As always, I am sending you lots of hugs and kisses and, of course, lots of positive energy (part 2)

Hi darling! How are you doing? Always good to hear from you, but I hope you know that you never have to stress about any fandom stuff with me! Trust me, I know exactly what it means, to be constantly out of breath and wonder how come we don't get more than 24 hours in a day. Just do what's good for you. I'm here and always happy to see you when it's okay for you. *hugs*

I'm so glad that you enjoyed the 610 meta! :D Thank you so much for telling me you did! And yes, I tried to talk a bit about how clearly shaken up Eddie is and how different his reaction is in comparison with the past in the 611 meta I shared. I do think we got to be more worried about Buck in this ep than in 405 because he got that much closer to the brink of dying, and the team def had much more of an on screen reaction, in part because in 218, Buck had to deal with a decision for himself when Ali tells him she doesn't think she can handle his choice of profession. What does he prefer, his calling or this chance at love with her? And I think he rightly chose his job. She wasn't a bad person, but I don't think they were compatible, as that ep proved. In 611, Buck had to learn to accept himself and the love he gets from his found family, and that moment when they ALL come in to celebrate his recovery is a closure to that.

Thank you for the kind words, I'm afraid I still suffer from this debilitating vertigo. I'm sending you all the love and the bestest of wishes and positive energies! You're so wonderful and I hope you know it! As always, my ask tag. xoxox

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

TW: unsafe living conditions (? not like a lot i don't think), rambling sorry

Looking for: advice, validation(?), general opinion

So I was with a few people and we were talking about experiences and stuff and usually I try not to mention any obviously bad stuff lol, but the other people mentioned how their house was under construction until they moved in and I asked them a few questions just 'cause.

I mentioned that my family does a lot of construction and that for nearly all my life I've never lived in a fully finished home. Sometimes there'd be no electricity in half the house or there'd be just one toilet and nothing else in any of the bathrooms working or there was a month+ where the only running water we had was the bathtub so we'd have to wash our dishes there. But like I thought we were trading stories of construction life?

But when I mentioned how in one of our houses we sometimes would get storms and it would knock the electricity out. And when the electricity was out we'd have no heating or running water and we'd hve to burn wood in the basement fireplace to try and keep the house warm enough to not freeze lol. Sometimes it was only for a few hours but we've gone days and like a week or so like that. But when I said that the other person said "I'm sorry that sounds really rough" and stuff along those lines??

I thought we were just trading stories but they seemed weirded out that I haven't really lived in a finished house (parents would buy a really rundown place, work on it for a few years, then sell and repeat). I never mentioned how we were technically homeless between houses or how most of the houses when we moved in were so bad I sometimes camped outside because there'd be a ton of mold and sometimes shit and stuff. My parents stayed in our camping trailer for a few months while we worked on the most recent house while I slept in a room with plastic and tape over the door to keep the air dust levels down.

We've also had to take down some outside walls and/or replace windows so there was this one week in winter where my bedroom had no window and I got snowed on when I slept lol. There was another house where we had the hole back of a room taken out and we rebuilt the wall but there was a small section with a water problem that every day when I walked back from school I had to check and inspect it to see if there was more damage. Stuff like that you know?

Looking back sure I wasn't really given a mask when I should of or sometimes I didn't grab my gloves (if I didn't I wouldn't get them) or I didn't get ear protection or sunscreen or stuff but eh, technically we shouldn't have been doing the electrical or plumbing in the first place (honestly idk if my parents ever got the right permits ya know?)

I mean, yeah I guess living somewhere were you're expected to work when you get home after school (by the time I was 7 I was grouting floors and helping with electrical, building, plumbing, etc. When I was 5 I was already helping drag 2 by 4s down the lawn to help with building fences). And sure maybe it's odd having your room be the tools storage room or having your bed be surrounded with saws and stuff because there's nowhere else to put them or be tetris'd into the back of a truck because all the construction materials and stuff need to fit so you barely have room to breathe but like, idk I think all that stuff is normal?

And yeah my parents would also kinda "rent me out to work" where like. My dad would take on a job and I'd be expected to help out and all that even when I was 8.

Sure my parents have had some... questionable work ethics (my mom doesn't help often because arthritis so it's usually just me and my dad and that's it and sometimes I'm pushed so hard I physically get a little ill or heat stroke-ish) but idk. The people's reaction surprised me because I never really thought about it as being really rough? Like that's just life. Living in a place where there isn't jobs to do and it's all completed is just super super weird to me.

A side effect of this is that my standards for where I live is... rather low since like. I've lived somewhere where we only had 3 lawn chairs and one was held together by sticks (mine lol) and that was all the furniture we had for weeks. The ceilings were exposed and there were wires hanging down, holes in the wall, no doors, bits of hammered out bricks everywhere, etc. Like the air was thick with dust (almost like mist) and you had to wear shoes or else your feet would get stabbed and that's ignoring that the house stank so bad and was still filled with the remains of the last owner's life style (mold in the kitchen and bathrooms, everything was sticky, stuff growing on the walls, etc).

idk I never really considered it a huge deal but ig it might be weird? IDK if it would count as traumatic per say but idk? Is lacking a solid roof over your head, expected (and enforced) work, constant moving, etc developmentally "damaging"?

Hi anon,

What you've said sounds extremely similar to this ask I answered.

Like I said, I’m pretty sure that doing all that construction work as a child is considered child labor. It’s easy for it to feel normal when you are simply used to doing all that and living the ways that you have, but in a broader context, it’s actually quite unusual. If I’m not mistaken, it may also be considered child endangerment regarding getting snowed on in your sleep. You were quite literally being exposed to the elements and I think you should’ve been protected more. These experiences can definitely be damaging.

I hope you’re doing okay now. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw child abuse

[livixbobbiex]

I posted 99 times in 2022

That's 75 more posts than 2021!

20 posts created (20%)

79 posts reblogged (80%)

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I tagged 20 of my posts in 2022

#actually adhd - 8 posts

#adhd - 8 posts

#neurodiversity - 6 posts

#neurodivergent - 6 posts

#percy jackson - 3 posts

#pjo - 3 posts

#totk - 2 posts

#politics - 2 posts

#uk - 2 posts

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Longest Tag: 78 characters

#personally i think the best approach is to stop using neurodivergent so often?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It's finally time for the Hyrule water theory

So this comes from an observation I made during last year's trailer

If you're anything like me and cheesed the dungeon with Zora armour, you'll remember there's a LOT of water around this castle. In fact, you can kind of see it a bit in the trailer before the entire thing gets lifted out of the air.

See the full post

437 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#4

People who critique fanfiction lines such as "she let out the breath she didn't know she was holding" clearly aren't ADHD because that's the daily experience chief.

534 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#3

The other side of ADHD

So one thing I don't see people talk about as much is the other side of focus issues. Like, I kind of hate that it's even called Attention Deficit because I don't think it's fully accurate. It's more like, attention meter gone haywire.

The best way to describe it is like a roleplay video game stat. Imagine the average neurotypical person has focus values in the range of about 4-6 points. For me, at random, my stats will flick between like 2 and 8. Sometimes in the space of hours.

In real terms, this results in:

Hyperfocus where I can write a 3000 word essay in one sitting; no breaks, no moving

Revolving fixations, never lost just reignited when I remember them. What follows is days of intense obsession

Being actively early for everything because of waiting mode

In the right conditions, crazy fast comprehension and reaction speeds

Tuning into other people's conversations in crowded spaces

At times, hypersensivity. Especially when it comes to hearing and smell

Ability to remember really random events in almost photographic detail. Like, sometimes I will have an easier time remembering some really mundane conversation from 3 years ago verbatim than what i did literally that morning

Same goes for random trivia. I still know the exact date the war of the roses ended, have since I was 9. I'm especially good with song lyrics

Don't get me wrong, I still struggle a lot and the lacking focus is more common. The frustrating part is that I have no control over when I'm able to do these things (aside from hyperfocus, I can kind of induce that - maybe I'll make a post about that) so it's rarely actually useful.

But yeah, I feel like it's a less spoken about portion of ADHD, closest it gets to the 'superpower' thing honestly.

I'll also note that, I'm personally unsure, but it might be that this isn't applicable to inattentive presentation ADHD. Would be curious to hear from y'all. I'm combined presentation but to me it seems more like it comes from the hyper side.

573 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#2

I love how much we're all talking about neurodivergence here and all but let's all remember that neurodivergent is not ADHD/Autism only.

I've seen a lot of people using those expressions interchangeably and, whilst those are the most common conditions, neurodivergent is a wider label than that.

1,199 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

12 ADHD hacks that are actually helpful

Record EVERYTHING in your phone's calendar app the moment you find out about it. Mine gives me an alarm automatically before the calendar time - has saved my ass many times.

Get a little bowl or equivalent for objects like keys. That's now your key bowl. You will not lose them ever again.

Write down deadlines as early before they're actually due as you can justify. My ADHD ass never remembers the actual due date. I get all of the stress fuelled productivity with none of the actual danger.

Handwrite notes. I have no idea why, but the process of pen and paper makes me remember things much better.

If you have to be somewhere like class or work, set aside time to go for a walk first. Honestly would be great all days, but I can't even make myself do this, so it's good if you have to be out anyway (and maybe would have been in waiting mode). Burning off energy helps my brain.

When retrieving laundry (ie its dry and you have to fold it), dump it all out in the most inconvenient place possible. I like the bed. It forces me to deal with it, rather than letting it sit there.

Turn on subtitles when you watch anything - even YouTube and live TV. I didn't realise how lifechanging this was until last year.

The Breath of the Wild soundtrack is weirdly the best background music ever. It's the perfect level of stimulating without distracting

Use text to speech for long walls of text. It's great.

Did I mention phone alarms? I use it for everything - ie when I know I might hyperfocus on something for too long.

There's literally no obligation to eat 3 meals at set times. If eating snacks throughout the day works better for you, then do that. There's also no shame in things like pre chopped fruit/veggies.

I struggle with transitions sometimes. A way around this is keeping a ton of water next to me. When I get frustrated about being stuck, I just drink as much water as I can. Eventually, this means I have to pee, and physically cannot ignore it. The act of going to the bathroom is sometimes enough to change activity.

Disclaimer that this is my own experience with ADHD, which may be totally different to someone else's. But hey, these are some things I've always found useful.

EDIT because this has a lot of reblogs wow! Please feel free to share even if you're a different type of neurodiverse, or even straight up neurotypical. At the end of the day most of these are focus/executive dysfunction tips, and I'm glad they're useful no matter what your situation is!

6,741 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

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[watermelonlovershigh]

It's Just a Movie, Love /blurb/

AN: i had this idea in my head since watching the DWD trailer and i'm here to execute it out. hope you enjoy. part 2 is in the making that will include actual smut.

This story contains: obviously talks of female cunnilingus, sleepy harry, jealousy, fluff

{ husbandrry- softrry - no kids - current harry era - bi!reader}

word count: 1,216

After watching the trailer for Don't Worry Darling, you get a bit upset that Harry has never ate you out on a table before but his character Jack ate his movie wife out on a table in the film.

Harry wanted you to wait to see the Don't Worry Darling trailer on its official release day like everyone else. You were a bit upset he wouldn't even give you a sneak peak of what the movies final production entailed, but decided to be patient and wait like he wanted you to. So that's what you did and now here you are, on May 2nd, slipping out of bed with your husband who's still asleep, to watch the movie trailer Olivia Wilde just posted on Twitter.

You thought about watching it with Harry, to have him see your reaction, but you were just too damn excited. He always looked fucking sexy when he came home from set while filming so to have a full movie of him dressed as Jack Chambers, you were gonna lose your shit. You know how hard he worked on this film and wanted to give him the role of a very supportive wife as well.

Shutting the bedroom door quietly, you walk down the stairs with your phone in your hand and go sit on the living room sofa. Once sat, you take a deep breath and click play. You knew the basics of the movie and you knew there would be a lot of intimate scenes with Harry and Florence Pugh. Undoubtedly seeing your husband with another women is unpleasant but you have to remind yourself its just acting.

Everything was going alright until you got to the two second clip of Jack giving Alice head on the dining room table. Obviously it's fake but damn, it was so hot and you're jealous not only because Florence is sexy and you wish you could have pretended to give her head yourself (being a proud bisexual), but also because Harry has never ate you out on a table before.

Yes there have been times Harry has been sporadic with your sex and fucked you in the back of the car or licked your pussy in the shower. But most of the time you have sex in bed or on the couch. And you truly don't mind because you enjoy the sex you have together. Its just Harry's character Jack is more adventurous then his real self and it's kind of making you even more unhappy with the thought.

Finally, you finish the trailer for Don't Worry Darling and sit there on the couch letting everything sink in. The movie looks so good, your husband looks so good in the movie, and you need to find out why Harry has never ate you out on a damn table before. Only one way to find out you suppose; go wake him from his slumber.

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Entering the bedroom not as quiet as you left, you set your phone on your night stand and climb up on the king size bed. You knee your way over until you're straddling Harry's bum due to him sleeping on his tummy. That action has your husband grunting a, "Mhm." as he feels weight being sat on his ass but is still in a sleeping state of mind.

You lean down and whisper a bit loud in his exposed ear, "Wake up, babe. Need you to wake up."

Harry flinches at your voice abruptly waking him up and slowly opens his eyes. "Hm, what?" he questions in his usual sleep filled voice, confused as to what you had said to him beings he tends to be confused when woken up suddenly.

You slightly shake on Harry's bare shoulders with each of your hands and decide to jump right in to the main question itself. The one you woke your husband up for. With a sign, you ask, "Why haven't you gave me head on a table before?"

Now more awake and conscious, Harry flips over to his back while you stay put on his lap, just sat on his crotch instead of his ass, and looks up at you with confused eyes. He has no clue why you woke him up to ask that of all things. "What? Why are askin' me that right now?"

Leaning down to wrap your arms around his neck, you explain to Harry, "Just watched the Don't Worry Darling trailer that Olivia posted to Twitter and there was a scene where you ate Florence's characters pussy on the dining room table."

This has Harry letting out a loud laugh as he rubs over your back that's covered in your silk night gown. Then he goes to tell, "It's just a movie, love. I didn't actually eat anyone's pussy during filming. I only eat yours. Your cunt is the only one I ever want. No need to be jealous."

Now you feel more soft rather then slightly upset due to jealousy. So stuffing your face more into the warm skin of Harry's neck to be as close to him as possible, you reply, "Not exactly jealous. Well maybe but not because you were being affectionate with her. I know you were acting and I knew that you'd be having sexual moments together. I was jealous because she was so sexy and I wanted to be in your place but also because Jack is more adventurous then we are in our sex life."

"Love," Harry giggles in a deep voice, "I'm sure Florence wanted me to be you too. You know she always adored you when you came on set. And did you really just call our sex life boring?" He was a little hurt by those words you spoke if he's being honest. Harry loves having sex with you and he guess you didn't think the same.

Sitting up again so you can look down at his puffy face, you retort, "Just....... kinda want you to eat me out on a table. The scene looked so hot even though I know it was fake and all. Jack is just hot in general but I don't wish you were Jack in real life because he's a bit crazy."

Harry reaches his arms up and cups the side of your face with his hands, pulling your head down so he could kiss your lips. The rather intense kissing lasts a few seconds before Harry pulls away and whispers an inch from your mouth, "How 'bout I get up and make us a breakfast and then after breakfast I'll have my dessert. Right on the kitchen table."

The way he spoke so seductively, it made your pussy throb in your cotton panties and has you shaking your head up and down, agreeing with his statement. You wanted that so bad it wasn't even funny. "Yes, yes, please." you whine back.

"Alright, patients m'love. Let me go have my morning wee and then I'll meet you down stairs in the kitchen where I'll cook us some eggs and vegan ham. But while you wait for me down there, make sure you start preparing my dessert so it's nice and sweet f'me." referring to your pussy becoming wet between your legs.

You quickly climb off his body run down stairs where you wait uncomfortable, due to your clit throbbing in your panties, and think about the way Harry is going to spread you open on the long table in your dining room, eating your pussy like its his last meal.

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[lb-desserts]

Fake Relationship before the love competition in Bad Buddy not just a rumor? Here's why!

Pran and Pat want their friends to stop fighting

Both of them don't want to fight each other and this extends to their friend groups. Furthermore their professor is breathing down their neck about the whole thing, and the fight at the end of Ep. 2 was probably their last warning.

So they have to devise a plan...

In the preview to Ep. 3 we see Pran and Pat standing at the destroyed pavilion discussing the whole situation.

Option 1: Let's tell them we are friends

Pran and Prat are still in their 'no way we are friends' phase, even though they have a history of friendship (and possibly crushes??).

Pran is opposed to this idea. Telling (or admitting) to their friends that both of them are friends, is actually somehow not believable and might not end the feud between the faculties. Both Pran and Pat have been 'fighting' each other and their friends believe they have the same opinion as them about the leader of the other faculty. The boys will question their leaders position and authority. It's not a good plan, and Pran knows it. So what is the alternative? Well good that we have Pat having a brilliant idea...

Option 2: Let's tell them we're ... boyfriends then?

Pran was thrown off guard, just as we were by that preview, but let's think about this. What would they tell their friends that would justify to stop their fighting, and also explain why both Pran and Pat were seemingly enemies. The solution is to tell them they are in a secret relationship, and didn't want anyone to find out, and therefore actedas if they were rivals/enemies. This could also go into the route of telling them that the secret admirer they were meeting on the rooftop was the other guy, that they were gifting each other drinks and food because that's what couples do, and that they because they had to keep everything a secret, made the whole thing up about not knowing who the person across the hall was.

Their friends will be shocked, but it will make sense to them. They had to fake everything because they are in love with each other and didn't want their friends to find out, and furthermore they don't want their beloved stupid friends to fight each other because of their relationship.

This is what might happen:

Pat (or Pran, who knows) suggests for them to fake being in a relationship, to stop the fighting between their friends groups:

They will have to act as a couple in front of their friends, to remind them that fighting is off limits because of their relationship:

They will have to get more comfortable with each other to make their fake relationship believable:

And of course Pat will completely go over the top with flirting (even tho they are 'fake' dating) just to make Pran flustered (and also because he actually wants to flirt with him):

What will happen after this?

Well we know from the trailer, that they will make a competition about who will fall in love first. My theory is that they observe how convincing the fake relationship is to others, and get the 'wonderful' idea to see if they can fool each other. Both of them will give their best to act as the perfect boyfriends and make the other fall in love. Of course they don't realise that they are clowning themselves with all of this.

Because of the fake relationship deal, and competition, they won't be able to guess each other's real feelings, and if they reveal theirs, they will loose the competition and their face. Little do they know that they both feel the same.

So it's possible that Pat is going to wear his heart on his sleeve and reveal his feelings, Pran will think that is is part of the competition and that Pat lies to make Pran reveal his feeling and therefore loose. As a reaction Pran will hurt Pat by saying that this is only a competition and that Pat just lost, just because poor Pran is scared that Pat would do the same in the scenario and that he doesn't feel the same. So basically hell week(s) for us with all this angst.

So, is this bad buddy brain rot affecting me or am I onto something??? Guys??

I'd love to read your opinion!!

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[itsclydebitches]

I don't think agree with that though. You can use a older franchise without it being made for the audience that grew up on it. The new pokemon series doesn't need Ash to be a adult in a "mature" pokemon story. A new teen titans doesn't need to be like the original or care at all about those who grew up on the originals. It's just a kids show using characters new to them in the same way the OG titans were new to us, even though even older fans grew up on the comics.

You absolutely can change up old stories — and creators obviously do — I'm just saying no one should be surprised if adults are disappointed in the creation when it airs. And I think that disappointment is valid. Really, I think we're talking about two very different things here. There's a massive difference between adults becoming so obsessed with children's media that they try to cut the kids out of it completely and adults who say, "Hey, you made a really bad cartoon and I wish you hadn't because the original means a lot to me." What this conversation hasn't considered thus far are the good reboots that please both adults and kids (and getting enjoyment doesn't have to be because it's "made for" the adults in terms of grittiness. Adults enjoy standard cartoons too): Scooby Doo, Batman, and She-Ra to name just three. In most cases it's not really about the adults feeling like the cartoon isn't allowed to change, it's about the adults recognizing that the creators were trying to get by on nostalgia and nostalgia alone. They didn't handle the material respectfully and they didn't create a new story that could stand on its own. To be blunt, it's just bad, and both kids and adults recognize that. There are, as said, absolutely outliers here who take their nostalgia way, way, WAY too far, but they are actually outliers. Most adults love getting new content for a beloved series, whether it's updated for adults or still aimed at kids... provided that story is treated well. If you're not going to treat it well, why did you mess with something an entire generation loved rather than just creating something new?

Take Cruella, for example. Who is this movie for? By all surface logic it's for kids. It's a Disney film based on another, beloved Disney film. Anyone who hears the most basic premise for this prequel would go, "It's about Cruella from 101 Dalmatians? Yeah, that's obviously for children. Who else would it be for? Why are all these adults up-in-arms over a kid's movie? Get a life!" But, well, it's not a kid's movie. Not really. The live action aside, it's now PG-13 (as opposed to G) and it's 2 hours 14 minutes (as opposed to 1 h 19). Take a look at the official trailer:

Are there reboots, prequels, and sequels designed to breathe new life into an old story and update it for the kids of today? Absolutely and often those stories are great. But there's also a trend of taking what was previously kid's media and not updating it for just adults, but actively trying to appeal to both. Which is when we run into trouble. This trailer doesn't look anything like a kid's movie. From the cinematography to lines like "I guess they were always scared I'd be a psycho!" it's very much aimed at adults, but the subject itself, this character, is supposed to be for kids. It's a Disney movie, but Disney is no longer synonymous with children. Perhaps most importantly, Cruella is getting... mixed responses, to be generous. As said, a lot of adults' reactions come down to whether these beloved stories are treated well and when they're not, people are rightfully frustrated. We can't use "It's not meant for you" as an excuse here because who else is a trailer like this meant for except adults? It's less "I don't want kids to have anything. This is my story. Hands off. It needs to appeal to me and me alone!" and much more, "The creators clearly want me to be a part of this audience, I am arguably their actual target audience as opposed to the kids, and now that I've watched this I'm... I'm extremely disappointed. You took something I loved and did it dirty. I don't like it, I'm not sure if kids can even watch this... so who is this story for? It was pretty clearly for me, but now I'm being told my opinion doesn't matter because it's actually just for kids."

At the end of the day yeah, any creator has the right to change up old franchises to their heart's content — and often times those changes do exceedingly well. Personally, I'm very glad they exist. But if they do badly, if the original spark is discarded, if there's no new and epic spark to replace it, if there's confusion about who is even allowed to criticize the story (is it really for kids?) then those creators shouldn't be surprised when there's pushback. They knew what they were signing up for. They deliberately picked those beloved franchises because of the nostalgia. The flipside of that is, if they get it wrong, adults will criticize the show rather than praising it like they'd hoped.

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[jj-iz-bae]

Don't tell me not to worry

Word count: 1722 words

Requested by @sunwardsss : Can you do comfort 38 and 43 for Chase please? 38: “I’m in the hospital.”43: “You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

Pairings: Chase Stokes x Reader; Chase Stokes x Rudy Pankow; Rudy Pankow x platonic!reader

Warnings: Hospitals,seizures,Fluff,bad spelling and grammar

Note from author: so this is actually based on a seizure episode I had. It only happend one time and was caused by strep throat which triggered a reaction in the auto immune disorder (the disorder basically is that instead of my immune system attacking the virus or illness, my immune system attacks my brain causing all sorts of weird things to happen. When I was younger only strep throat triggered a "flare" of increased symptoms ie ocd,anxiety,age regression,mood swings,foggy brain and other things. Sadly the disorder has developed so that I flare with any illness, not just strep) ANYWAYS 😂 I hope you enjoy this Fluff with a tiny pinch of angst. Just a tiny bit if you squint. Ace is my nickname for Chase and I've used it in other blurbs. I just think it's cute. Kinda like how I call Rudy Panky🙃

Chase was wrapping up a day on set, shoving all his belongings into a backpack. He slung the backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his keys ,leaving his casting trailer when his phone started ringing. He just realized he hadn’t heard from you all day. Seeing your name flash across the screen, he stopped in his tracks and answered. “Hey baby girl! I haven’t heard from you all day!” Chase exclaimed as he started to kick a rock around with his foot. “Sorry Ace. Please don’t freak out.I’m totally fine now but I'm in the hospital.” you explained slowly. Chase’s eyes grew large as he starred jogging to his car. "Don't tell me not to worry baby! Where are you? What happened?" Chase asked as he reached his car and fumbled with the keys, trying to move quickly in his panicked state. He swore under his breath as he dropped his keys and put you on speaker phone while he picked up his keys. You heard the rustling on the other end of the phone and grew nervous. "Chase! Babe are you OK? Calm down I promise I'm OK!" Rudy just so happened to be walking to his car when he heard your voice and saw Chase cursing at his car keys. "Hey dude! What's going on? You OK?" Rudy asked as he walked over to Chase. "Rudy! Y/n's in the hospital and I need to...I just can't.." Chase stuttered. Rudy grabbed the keys out of his hands. "I'll drive. You just talk to her." Rudy threw his stuff in the back of Chase's car as he hopped into the drivers seat and Chase ran around to the passenger seat. "OK sorry babe. Rudy is driving cause you're freaking me out. What happened?" Chase asked, running his hand through his wavy hair as Rudy pulled out of the set parking lot. "Thanks for taking care of him Rudy! I swear I'm fine! I'm at St. Marcus hospital. I think it's pretty close to town." Rudy picked up his phone and pulled up directions on his GPS before placing his phone in the cup holder so he could see the map. "No problem hun! Now tell us what happened before Chase pulls his hair out." Rudy answered ."Yeah you're scaring the shit out of me,Baby girl." Chase let out a breathy giggle.

"OK. Well I had my mom over and we were just hanging out watching TV and everything went black. Everything sounded echoey and I tried to open my eyes but it was like i had no control. I started convulsing and got sick. Mom called an ambulance and they brought me to the ER. The Er sent me here so I've been in the ambulance twice today!" You sighs. Chase nervously picked at his lips. "So what does that mean? Like did they run any tests yet?" Chase asked as Rudy broke a few traffic laws to get him to you quicker. "They have me hooked up to all these monitors and I'm going for an MRI tomorrow. The doctor said I most likely had a seizure." You explained as you looked at all the wires and iv lines covering your body. Chase let out a breathe that he didn't know he was holding. "OK baby. We will figure this out! Rudy, how far away are we?" Chase looked over at the blonde with red eyes, on the verge of tears. "It's right up here on the left." Rudy mumbled as he leaned over the steering wheel to make sure it was clear to turn. "OK babe. We just pulled into the parking lot. Where do I go?" Chase asked as he unbuckled his seat belt. "I'm on the 7th floor room 54." You said yawning. Rudy pulled up to the main entrance and stopped the car. "Go ahead man. I'll park the car and meet you up there." Rudy explained as Chase gave him a quick hug and jumped out of the car and jogged to the entrance. "OK I'm getting in the elevator now. Ill see you in 2 seconds OK? I'll be right there!" Chase babbled on as he put the phone up to his ear, taking it off speaker. "So how was work?" You asked trying to distract him a little. "Y/n as much as I wanna tell you about my day, I can't remember shit right now." Chase smirked as you hummed in response.

The elevator dinged and Chase got off the elevator and walked up to the nurses station. He put his phone on his shoulder so he wouldn't look rude for not giving the nurse his full attention. "Hello miss! My girlfriend is here somewhere. Room 54. Her name is y/f/n y/l/n. I can give you her birthday if you want to verify I'm not some weirdo." Chase said talking a mile a minute. The nurse just smiled and got up from her desk. "You must be Chase! She told us you were coming! Said you'd be the tall surfer guy with the chocolate brown eyes. Follow me." The nurse smiled before walking down the hall with Chase on her heels. She got to a door and knocked lightly before opening it. "Hey y/n! Surfer boy is here!" The nurse giggled as Chase walked through the door and the nurse closed it behind him. You were laying in the hospital bed with leads attached to your chest and stomach. You also had an iv in her arm and a couple stickers with wires on her head. Upon seeing Chase, you total lost all your composure and started sobbing. Chase rushed over to your side and gently hugged you close. "It's OK baby. I'm here. I've got you." Chase cooed as tears started to run down his face. You scooted over on the bed making room for Chase to lay down. He carefully made sure all the leads were out of the way and nothing was being pulled before tucking you into his chest. " It was so scary! I didn't know what was happening or why." You sniffed as you snuggled into his chest. "Shhhh. It's OK now. It's over. You're here now ad we will figure out what happened and why. Just relax baby." Chase cooed as he rubbed your back. A soft knock made you jump in your sleepy state. Chase said come in before kissing the top of your head, noticing the jolt of your body at the sudden noise. Rudy entered the room with Chase's backpack on his shoulder. "Hey y/n. How you feeling, sweetheart?" Rudy asked in a soft voice as he crouches down next to the bed. "I'm exhausted and confused as to what happened but I feel ok. Thank you for making sure Ace got here OK. I really appreciate it." You said while reaching out to grab Rudy's hand. "No problem at all! JD is coming to pick me up so Chase's car is here." Rudy explained before putting Chase's backpack down. "I thought you might want your bag." Rudy nods to Chase as he stands up. "Thanks man. I owe you one." Chase bumped his fist to Rudy's. "No you don't! You would have done the same for me. You rest up OK y/n? Don't let this guys puppy energy keep you up." Rudy said pointing between the two of you, which made you let out a small chuckle. "He smells like the ocean and is warm. I think I'll have no trouble falling asleep." You mumbles as you snuggles into Chase's chest again. Chase smirks ,holding you close. Rudy's phone dings and he waves good bye so he doesn't disturb the half asleep girl on Chase's chest.

You awoke from your nap to Chase still at your side. You smile up at him. "Sorry I fell asleep on you. You didn't have to stay." Chase opened his eyes lazily, drawing shapes on your arm with his finger. "No way am I leaving you baby. But since you're awake now. I really need to pee." Chase chuckled as he slowly scooted off the bed and walked to the bathroom on the other side of the room. You turned on the TV and sat up a little, looking at the screens and wires all around you. Chase came out of the bathroom, tossing a paper towel into the trash bin, before grabbing his bag from next to the bed. He pulled out his charger and plugged your phone in before putting it down on the table next to you.As he placed the bag down and sat next to you on the bed, a nurse knocked and entered the room. "Hey you two! I have extra sheets and blankets for you! This chair fold out into a lounger so you both don't have to smush together all night." The nurse explained as she sat the extra blankets and linen on the chair. "Thank you so much!" Chase beamed as the nurse came over to your bed side to check all your vitals. "Is there anything I should look for overnight?" Chase asked the nurse."Well if she has any convulsions or gets sick, press this call button." The nurse said pointing to the red button on the wall. "Other than that, if anything has you worried press the button and we will come make sure everything is OK." The nurse smiled as she finished getting your blood pressure and typed the vitals into her laptop before leaving the room. Chase got up from his seat on the bed and opened up the lounger chair, putting on the different sheets ad blankets. "You know, you don't have to sleep here just because I was admitted." You smile watching his basically throw blankets round until he was satisfied. He came and laid down next to you again before pecking your lips. "I told you ,baby. I'm here with you for everything. We'll figure this out together." Chase cooed as he pulled you closer and watched SpongeBob with you on his chest, running his ringers through your hair. "I love you, Ace." You said before kissing his hand. "I love you more,Baby girl."

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[pkg4mumtown]

Welcome to Hawkins PD (Ch. 2)

Chapter Title: Welcome to Hawkins PD

Chapter 2 of 9?

Read Chapter 1 HERE

AN: Don’t ask me why I’m torturing myself by doing 1st person cover art, now. I have roughly 9 chapters outlined so far and it probably won’t go more than that. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: Smoking, cursing, Hopper trying to be funny

Summary: You get to know your Chief a bit more as you make your way into Hawkins.

Taglist: @kingphillipblake​

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The start of the drive was uncomfortably tense. My nervousness was more obvious as I took my sunglasses off, allowing the Chief to see my eyes darting around the cab. I eventually let my gaze focus on the passing trees and forestry, getting lost in the green blur.

“Not too chatty, huh? We’ll get along just fine,” Hopper smirked as he basically asked and answered himself. He glanced at me for any kind of reaction, instead seeing me zoned out, “You okay, kid?”

I hadn’t been intentionally ignoring him but was snapped out of my stupor by the word “kid” hanging in the air.

“Kid?” he asked again.

“I’m not a kid,” I snapped and crossed my arms. I mumbled under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t yell at me as the words left my mouth, “I’m twenty-seven years old for Christ’s sake.”

Hopper simply raised his eyebrows and scoffed, “Sure got the hearing of one.” He tapped his steering wheel rhythmically and pursed his lips, “Twenty-seven, huh?”

“Mhmm, why?”

“Just older than what usually passes through the academy is all,” he shrugged.

“Yea, well, I tried to be a good little secretary and then a telephone operator just like mom and dad said but…” I trailed off.

“But what?”

“I fucking hated it, sir,” I sighed, suddenly remembering my manners. “When I told them I wanted to join a police department, they figured I meant as a secretary or a dispatcher. Imagine their horror when I packed up and told them their little girl was off to be a cop.”

“Old fashioned folks,” Hopper nodded.

“Still not an excuse, sir,” I grumbled.

“You can drop the ‘sir’ act, Y/L/N. You’re not a recruit anymore. ‘Chief’ or ‘Hopper’ work just fine at our station.”

“Sorry, s—Chief,” I murmured.

“It’s fine,” he brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “So, they didn’t come to your graduation?”

“Nope,” I punctuated by popping the “p”.

“Christ, I’m sorry…”

“My best friend came, at least. She got me these,” I smiled, pointing to the glasses that hung from my uniform.

Hopper chuckled at the sight of the glasses mimicking his own, “Yea, that’s a necessary part of the uniform. Next is the hat,” he tilted the brim down and winked.

I let out a not-so-feminine snort as both of our laughter filled the truck. I was worried I’d been too rude before, so I was grateful for the break in tension. I covered my mouth as I laughed, feeling Hopper’s stare as his chest vibrated.

“What?” I asked as I caught him staring instead of paying attention to the empty road.

“Nothin', just the first time I’ve seen you laugh. You’ve been so serious up until now,” he looked away quickly. “It looks good on you, y’know?” he added, his voice barely a murmur.

I felt my face heat up at his words and if his ears were any indication, he was embarrassed as well. I didn’t have to be a detective to see that. I cleared my throat and murmured my thanks before growing silent again.

“So, um, they help you get set up with a place in town already?” Hopper changed the subject.

“Uh, no, I’m gonna stay at a motel for a couple days while I get that and transportation sorted.”

“What!? No, no, no, no,” he replied quickly. “Trust me, you don’t want any part of those motels,” Hopper gave me a terrified glance, like he’d definitely seen some shit there. “I’ve got a trailer I moved out of that you can rent from me.”

“Chief, really, it’s okay. I can—”

“Y/L/N,” he cut me off with a pointed glare. “You can stay there as long as you want or until you find somewhere better. I’m not gonna charge you an arm and a leg for rent,” he reassured me.

“Thanks, I really appreciate that,” I gave him a small smile.

“Hey, I’m not as big a jerk as everyone says I am, alright?” Hopper grumbled.

“Who says that?”

“You’ll see,” he shook his head and sighed. “We can swing by the utilities office when we get there and get everything turned on for ya.”

The rest of the drive managed to fly by as we chatted, nothing too personal and mostly more about me than him. He drove me to the trailer after getting everything sorted out with the utilities and setting me up to make payments. The long driveway to the trailer crunched under his tires but the bumpy ride was worth the view in the secluded area.

“This is it,” he grunted as he put the Blazer in park.

“This view is great, why’d you move?” I asked as I took in the surroundings and spotted the lake behind the trailer.

“Eh, it’s just too small,” he motioned towards his torso with his hand.

I rose an eyebrow at him, letting my gaze land on his torso, flick over to the trailer, and back over to his face, “You’re not that big.”

“You know,” he started with a mischievous grin as he opened the driver’s side door, “a less secure man would have taken offense to that.”

“Chief!” was all I could manage to berate him with as he turned away from me and broke out in to laughter.

We jumped out of the truck at the same time and this time I didn’t protest when he offered to help me with my bags. His keys jingled softly as he stomped up the stairs and unlocked the door to the trailer. Hopper and his obscenely thick fingers fought with the keyring for a moment before finally freeing the key and handing it over to me.

“Here,” he murmured and held the metal between two fingers, effectively dwarfing the key, “and there’s a spare key under the first step,” he nodded outside.

Hopper took a couple spins around the living room and sniffled loudly, “Little musty, sorry. Um, I left quite a few things here, so it might just need some picking up and dusting. I kinda moved in a hurry.”

“It’s not a problem, it’ll give me something to do, Chief,” I reassured him.

We fell into an awkward silence, causing Hopper to step semi-discreetly to the door. He fished his pockets for his business card as he spoke, “Well, uh, if you need anything…”

I graciously accepted the card from him, “Actually, Chief, d'ya happen to have a map on you? So, I can figure my way around this place by Monday?”

“Shit, what am I thinking?” Hopper murmured to himself, realizing he’d just dropped me off seemingly in the middle of nowhere without a sense of direction. His brows knitted together in thought, making his thinking face look angry, “I can show you around right now if you want? Maybe grab lunch while we’re at it as a…congrats?” His lips pushed up and his eyes squinted as he waited for my answer.

“You don’t have to do that, really. I’m sure you have better things to do on a Saturday,” I tried to refuse. “I can manage with just a map.”

“My daughter is at her friend’s house, so I would either sit at the station bored off my ass or drink myself to sleep at home,” Hopper pursed his lips and feigned thinking with his hands on his hips, “Or I can give you a welcome tour.”

I laughed at this ridiculous man and his antics and finally relented, “Fine, but let me change at least.”

Hopper agreed and showed me the rest of the trailer. It was hard not to imagine this hulking man living in this tight trailer as he effortlessly stalked through the rooms. I could almost see his body engulfing the small couch or his broad shoulders bumping walls when he’d get drunk. The tour ended in the bedroom with a bare mattress and the floor littered with the odd empty pack of cigarettes. I tossed my duffel on the bed and started sifting through the civilian clothes I had packed. I heard Hopper open the closet and make a low noise of surprise.

“Hey, I left clothes here,” he held up a red flannel shirt from the closet, which contained a couple pairs of pants and a few random shirts. “A change wouldn’t hurt, nothing happens on the weekends,” Hopper brought the shirt to his nose and grimaced, but shrugged and piled it in one arm anyway. “If this shit gets in your way, feel free to throw it in a bag and chuck it in my office.”

I had pulled out jeans, a shirt, and a sweater and laid them on the bed. By the time Hopper turned back around with his findings, I had halfway unbuttoned my uniform shirt without thinking twice.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Hopper held up his free hand to his eyes right away. “At least let me leave first, Y/L/N! For Pete's sake…” Hopper felt his way out of the room, nearly tripping when his foot caught on the threshold.

As we got back in the Blazer, Hopper chucked his uniform in the back seat. He fetched a pack of Camels from his pocket and held them up in question.

“Mind?”

“Not if I can bum one off you, Chief,” I smirked, grabbing my bun and releasing my hair from its confines. I slipped my hair tie around my wrist and shook my hair out, not really caring how it looked, only that my scalp could breathe.

The corner of Hopper’s mouth turned up before he was shaking the box and pulling out a cigarette. He let it rest between his lips, then turned the box toward me so I could grab one for myself.

“First things first,” he mumbled around the cigarette while lighting it. I leaned my head forward as he brought the lighter towards me. After, I leaned back in my seat, hearing the snap of the lighter closing before I saw his hand extending towards me. “Jim,” his lips closed loosely to avoid dropping the cigarette as he waited with an open palm.

I shook his offered hand, fighting the urge explore the ridges of his palm, “Y/N.”

We took off in the direction of town, silently filling the Blazer with smoke. I tried my best to memorize my surroundings as Hopper pointed out different stores and buildings. He rambled about the owners of certain places, far more than just a Chief might know.

“You grow up here?” I wondered aloud.

“Yea,” he let out a silent laugh, releasing smoke from his lungs as he did. “Moved back about six years ago or so. Good catch.”

We pulled into the diner parking lot, just as my cigarette reached its end, “Damn, I’m sad that’s gone,” I spoke mainly to myself.

“Yea, Bridge got mad at me for trying to bring one when I visited ILEA a month back. How long were you deprived?” Hopper joked while getting out of the car.

“Mm, four months and change,” I answered slowly as if I was unsure.

“Ouch,” he grimaced and stepped ahead of me to open the diner door like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I pushed down my tendency to blush but failed, instead using my hair to block my cheeks from Hopper's eyes. What can I say? I had a thing for old fashioned manners.

He nodded a silent greeting to a waitress and made a beeline for an empty booth, because I guess when you’re the Chief you can just do that. After receiving an odd look from the waitress as we ordered drinks and more stares from women in the diner, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. The waitress came back around to take our food orders and drop off our drinks, my drink earning me a mocking eyebrow from Hopper.

“Milkshake? Really?” he choked out a laugh around his cup of coffee.

“Excuse me, I’m still allowed the rest of the day to celebrate, Chief,” I replied with an air of pride and a smidgen of sass as I wrapped my lips around the straw.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he chuckled and shook his head, staring down at his coffee and then glancing out the window in a quick canvas.

“Thank you, though,” I started, causing him to meet my eyes. “Thank you for celebrating with me when my own family wouldn’t.”

Hopper swirled his coffee before speaking, “Guess you could say…we’re your family, now.” He raised the mug up and toward me, so I did the same with my glass. He tapped our glasses together in a toast and let a satisfied smile spread over his lips, “Welcome to Hawkins PD.”

I nodded enthusiastically and brought the straw back to my mouth, “Yea, I'll drink to that.”

I sipped on the shake, casually glancing around the dining area and seeing quickly averted eyes. I chewed my straw and furrowed my brows in thought. I’d been silently pondering for so long that I hadn’t realized Hopper was watching the wheels turn in my head.

“What’s up?”

“Mm,” I made a noise indicating I’d heard him as I swallowed. “Why am I being stared at by every woman here?”

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “Small town, new face…women gossip, is the first reason.”

“And the second?”

Hopper took a deep breath through his nose, “Remember when I said that everyone thinks I’m a jerk?”

I simply nodded in understanding.

“Well, ‘everyone’ meant…women.”

We sat in silence for a few seconds while his words washed over me. My eyebrows flew up as I realized what he meant while my hand moved to hide my laughter.

“No!” I gasped in amused shock behind my hand as I deciphered his words.

“Yeah,” he rubbed his brow and grimaced at my shocked face.

I leaned forward on my elbows, smiling widely. His playfully forlorn face told me he knew I’d figured it out and was waiting for the impending grief I was going to lay on him. “Chief…you’re a slut?” I couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped my lips.

“Correction, I used to be a slut, alright?” he rolled his eyes. “I stopped when I adopted my daughter.”

“Mhmm,” I raised an eyebrow at him as if I didn’t believe him.

“I’m serious!”

After eating, fighting over paying for lunch (a fight he won), and taking me to the grocery store (yet another fight he won), we pulled up to the trailer. Hopper helped me take the bags inside and lingered in the living room.

“If I have any questions,” I showed him the map I stole from his Blazer, “I’ll call you.”

“I’ll keep an ear out,” he smirked and opened the trailer door.

I held the door open as he walked out, stopping when I spoke up, “Wish me luck buying my own car tomorrow.”

Hopper stopped in his tracks and turned around, “What were you gonna do? Walk to the dealership?”

“Uh, bus?”

“No,” he shook his head, turned, and kept walking, “I’ll pick you up at ten tomorrow.”

“Chief!” I protested, but he kept walking to his Blazer.

“They’re less likely to haggle you if the Chief of Police is there, alright!?” he shouted back, not giving me another chance to speak as he got in the truck.

Chapter 3

Hopper stuck his arm out of the window, offering a passive wave of his hand and a smile as he turned the truck around. I leaned against the doorframe and waved back, wondering how in the hell I was supposed to survive a career next to Jim Hopper.

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