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reissuedmommyissues · 1 year

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Band Practice

Melissa Schemmenti/f!reader

Warnings: alcohol ig

Words:1900ish

A/N: Listen yall English is my second language and I have not written anything since fanfiction.net was popular. It's also not proofread because I got too shy to show it to my partner/proofreader. Sooooo yeah have fun with that.

Melissa while not keen on newer staff surprisingly didn't hate the recent hire for Abbott. Primarily hired on as the new librarian you had started to double as IT after fixing a couple of computers in the library. Melissa admired that you were willing to do two jobs for the price of one, or at least that's what she told herself she hadn't been actively seeking you out for any other reason than to fix technology and library-related things.

Melissa walked into the breakroom and took her usual seat by Barbara "Hey Barb have you seen our tech guru, I need her to take a look at my projector, blew a fuse or somethin'" Barbara just raises her eyebrows and gives Melissa a knowing look, "Seems like you've been looking for Ms.L/N more and more often as of late" she has no time to respond before you walk in and head straight for the coffee, grumbling about a lack of sleep.

"Woah there hon get into a fight this morning, ya look a bit crazy" Melissa jokes. You turn to look at her in your half-asleep state, gaze lingering for longer than usual, not something that slips past Melissa "Not quite I stayed up later than I usually do, you know night owl and all that" Melissa narrowed her eyes, you hoped she wouldn't push further, the last thing you want is for her to figure out you've been preparing for a gig with your new band. Not that it was bad but you just felt it was dorky and you would rather not have your crush or coworkers comment on it.

"Well some of us were gonna go out for drinks today I was hoping you'd come with" Melissa could feel a blush creeping up her neck, she'd tried inviting you out very casually a couple of times but besides the occasional lunch, you seemed to always be busy. You bit your lip flattered that the redheaded beauty was inviting you herself. But with a gig today you definitely couldn't cancel, you attempt to come up with a decent excuse but in between a lack of sleep and brain cells in the morning you don't come up with much "I'd love to Melissa really but I.... uhh have a thing, after school rain check?" You flash an apologetic smile and are out before she can say anything else.

This put Melissa in a sour mood for the rest of the day, it didn't help that when lunch came around you were nowhere to be found. Melissa frowned maybe you didn't actually like her, she felt like a fool. Maybe she was too old for you and she read too far into your exchanges taking them as flirty, all of a sudden all she could feel were her insecurities swallowing her up.

Barbara ever in tune with her work wife set her book down and cleared her throat. "Girl, what in the Lord's name has got you in such a foul mood?" Melissa huffs and shifts in her chair, "Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong why would anything be wrong I am living the dream Barb" She knew better than to lie to her closest friend but she hated being this vulnerable. Barb wasn't blind she had been watching both of you closely noticing how you started to buy Melissa pastries from her favorite shop and how she in turn began to bring you some of her famous baked ziti. "Maybe you should ask her when she's free, it seems she's nearly always busy on weekends perhaps she's free other days?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Barbara shakes her head, "Look I'm just saying that maybe you should look into it, rather than assuming Y/N doesn't like you" Melissa's eyes go wide "Keep your voice down" She didn't want to embarrass herself over some crush or cause Y/N any issues. "Whatever the deal is doesn't matter I do not want to think about it, I just wanna make it through the rest of the day and get to that happy hour"

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As if things couldn't get worse, Jacob picked the happy hour joint and it was not their usual spot. Something about broadening horizons and how live music would really benefit them. Melissa didn't like it nothing was wrong with their usual bar and she highly doubted whatever Jacob had dragged them into would be worth it but he offered to pay for drinks and that was good enough for her. Jacob skipped over to their table nearly missing the chair "Wow look at us I love it when the whole Abbott family goes out for drinks, I wish Y/N was here though she's been with us for a while and hasn't gone to any of the happy hours" at the mention of your name Melissa perked up and curiosity got the better of her. "What do you guys think she does, seems like she always leaves right as school ends on the weekends"

"My vote is on stripper" everyone turns to Ava, "what have you seen what she wears it's all baggy clothing we don't know what she has under that"

"I'm not super sure about that, what about a part-time emt that could be it, maybe she's got some scars she's covering up from saving lives" Janine ever the optimist would assume this with little to no context.

Ava pretty convinced she was right follows up "Or she could be one of those strippers that go to your house dressed as an EMT for a lil surprise"

The conversation goes back and forth for a while, meanwhile, Melissa nurses a beer still miffed over your rejection. Barbara notices her friend's discomfort and looks around the bar to see if there is a pool table to distract Melissa. Instead, her eyes land on the stage right as the band starts playing.

"Good god, what is she wearing?" Barbara's shock has everyone at the table looking in the same direction even Melissa looked over confused by the outburst. Come to find you're on the stage concentrated on your instrument, ready for your queue to begin. Gone was the usual oversized sweater and baggy pants instead u wore a long-sleeved crop top and the tightest jeans Melissa had ever seen. She felt silly but she couldn't stop staring at your hands. Your sleeves were rolled up to the elbow revealing defined forearms and deft fingers running across a bass. Even from a distance, she could see you were very good at what you were doing resulting in not-so-tame mental images of your hands undressing her, holding her down, wrapped around her thighs - Jesus she was like a teenager again getting hot and bothered by just the thought of you. Ava must have caught her gawking and leaned over "If you don't get a move on and take her out, I will cuz damn who knew our librarian was this hot"

Melissa glares at Ava has everyone figured her out, she turns back to see your performance not wanting to miss any more of it. She'd never seen you like this so casual, relaxed, and all-around sexy. She wonders if this is why you always left so soon being part of a band would make sense but why wouldn't you say anything, she hopes this is the case failing to push her former insecurities back down. Your band wasn't a fancy ordeal you went up on stage and played some of your songs but mostly did covers. Still, Melissa couldn't take her eyes off you and it only got worse when you started to sing yourself, she was pretty sure you couldn't see her or any of the Abbott staff but the way you were facing and the suggestive lyrics had her feeling like maybe just maybe you could be directing them at her.

As soon as the performance came to a close Janine and Jacob cheered and drew the attention of everyone in the bar including Y/N and the band.

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Welp so much for not getting found out. Jay leans over and taps you with a drumstick "Yo Y/N do they know you?" You look back over at your coworkers hoping not to see your favorite redhead, indeed luck was not on your side as you caught her eye. "Uhh yeah those are my coworkers, I'll catch up with yall later"

Melissa looked mad, not sure what else to do, and feeling like you may as well accompany the embarrassment with a drink you headed to the bar and waved her over. "Double shot of tequila and a Corona please" The bartender nods and pours the shot following it up with a swift opening of your beer.

"Suprised you drink considering you've always said no to it" You look over at Mel, she's extremely close due to the crowded bar top and you can feel her press up against you causing your head to spin. You pick up your shot and down it finding comfort in the heat you feel in your chest.

"Yeah I haven't had the time to go out since I've been filling in for the band, I'm sorry" At the mention of that Melissa visibly relaxes, gone was the anger from before, maybe there was still a chance this could go well? "You know you could've just said you had to go practice for your band" she almost sounded shy, "I would've understood if you were busy" You look over at the redhead suprised to see her so vulnerable.

Reaching over you tuck a stray hair behind her ear, "It's silly didn't want you to know because it made me feel like a dork, I've been trying so hard to impress you it felt like a step backward to tell you I have band practice" Melissa feels a blush creep up and sneaks a glance at you. At that almost confession, the proximity between you two, and the sexiest outfit she's ever seen she once again felt like some goddam horny teenager. Capitalizing on the brief liquid courage of the shot you figured why the hell not make a move. In a burst of confidence, you lean into Melissa and pull her by the collar of her leather jacket, still distracted by the tight jeans she barely realizes what you're attempting to do. The kiss is tame, impossibly soft, gentle, and over way too soon for Melissa's liking.

"I.....oh my god I'm so sorry I should have asked" Melissa was stunned and taking her silence as a negative you start to freak out "I've just been wanting to do that for a while and I've wanted to ask you out but you make me so goddam nervous an-" it's then Melissa who can't help herself she pulls you back in by the waist for another kiss, this one was rougher, hungrier she felt a roller coaster of emotions today and this felt like the only outlet. She pulls back to look at you with that trademark Schemmenti smirk "Feelings mutual hon"

You feel your heart swell at her confession,

"Well to make up for all the missed outings how do you feel about going out for dinner tomorrow?"

Melissa leans in very close for her answer "Hon with those pants I'll follow you anywhere"

#melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti

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purplevortexx · 1 year

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Midnight Madness- Part One

read part two here

summary: with New Years fast approaching, Penny needs a band to play at the Hard Deck and Bob might just be able to help with that.

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd X female musician!reader

warnings: swearing, teasing, slight angst/reminiscing, bean picks the shittiest band name known to man

words: 2.3k

a/n: delayed new years fic for you all, enjoy part one! hoping to have part two out very soon. As always, feedback is very much appreciated

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When Mav calls an urgent meeting, it’s pretty much an unspoken rule: drop what you’re doing and go. Which is why, when Bob receives a text message from the man himself in the uranium mission group chat one afternoon right before New Year’s, he makes his way to the Hard Deck, no questions asked.

He’s not the first to arrive; Hangman, Payback and Coyote are stood talking in the corner, their workout clothes suggesting they have just come from the gym. He nods at them in greeting and makes his way into the bar, closing the door behind him. Scanning the room, he visibly relaxes when he spies Phoenix sat on her own looking unimpressed and scrolling on her phone. Bob makes a beeline for the table and his front seater looks up with a smile when he pulls a chair out to sit down.

“Do you have any idea what this is about?” Bob asks

Phoenix shrugs. “I have no idea, Mav isn’t even here yet.”

“Urgent my ass.” The bespectacled lieutenant mutters in reply, causing Phoenix to chuckle. Bob leans back against his chair, nervously pulling on the cap that covers his head. A few minutes later, Mav walks into the Hard Deck with Rooster in tow, causing all the pilots in attendance to sit up a little straighter. Fanboy slips in just after them and slides into the seat next to Bob. Rooster perches on a stool next to the bar whilst Mav stands in the middle of the room.

“Listen up. Penny has a problem which means I now have a problem.” Eyebrows raise in intrigue around the room as Mav addresses them. “And because I cannot solve that problem, I am making it your problem.” Bob catches Phoenix’s gaze as she rolls her eyes at Mav’s familiar words.

Rooster is the first to speak up, “Hey Mav, this isn’t gonna be like when we had to find that cactus for Penny’s birthday last month, right?” Bob nearly groans at the thought. The team had searched for a good couple of weeks for a rare cactus found only in very specific regions of Northern Africa. It turns out Amelia had told Mav that Penny wanted this impossible to find cactus purely to mess with him. None of the pilots had been impressed at all, particularly Coyote who had spent upwards of an hour on the phone with a Libyan cactus farmer.

A chorus of groans sound at Roosters question, with most of the pilots in the room standing or getting ready to leave. Mav cringes slightly at the outburst. “Guys, guys just wait a minute. I promise this time it actually came from Penny and not Amelia.”

“Well then what’s the problem? ‘Cause I don’t know about you guys but I’ve got things to do.” This comes from Hangman, causing Phoenix to let out a scoff. “I’m sure whatever mirror is calling your name can wait Bagman, let’s just hear what Mav has to say.”

The short captain sends a grateful look towards Phoenix and he continues. “The band who’s supposed to play here on New Years just cancelled last minute so your job is to find a replacement.”

Cue more groans from the pilots

“A replacement?”

“But Mav, New Years is two days away!”

“There’s no way we can pull that off.”

Everyone continues yelling and complaining until Rooster whistles loudly, cutting through all the noise. “Say we can do this?” Mav nods, motioning for his godson to continue. “What do we get in return?”

“The person or people that get someone lined up for New Years drink free that night.”

“All night?” Payback asks

“All night.” Mav confirms.

That sets off a chain reaction of everyone planning how to find a band for Penny. Most take out their phones and start frantically searching whilst others, namely Fanboy, try to set up a team in order to have more of a chance of winning those free drinks.

Phoenix goes to pull out her phone to start searching but then catches Bob’s eye who is smiling softly to himself. He looks up at her and gives her a quick nod then motions for her to follow him outside. She obliges, and the pair slip out unnoticed by the rest of the group who are still frantically squabbling over how to find the best band on such short notice.

“Okay what gives?” Phoenix asks when they’re out of earshot.

“We’re in this together right?” Bob confirms.

Phoenix nods excitedly. “Of course we are! Now come on, talk to me Bob. Do you know a band?”

“Yeah. I mean I might. A friend of mine fronts it. I can call and ask if they don’t have anything booked for New Years?”

“Do it!” Bob chuckles slightly at Phoenix’s elated state and pulls out his phone to call you.

He’s just typing in his passcode when Phoenix adds “and maybe you can actually ask that barista that keeps giving you free coffee to be your date,” Bob rolls his eyes at his friends antics. In the short time he’s known Phoenix, she’s become like a sister to him but with that sisterly relationship comes the inevitable desire for him to be happy. This desire manifests itself in the encouragement of Bob to find someone to settle down with, even if it is just a barista who insisted his coffee was on the house; Bob left a $5 bill on the counter on his way out anyway.

Bob just shakes his head and ignores Phoenix’s words, focusing on finding your number in his contacts.

Admittedly, Bob’s proposal for you to play at the Hard Deck on New Years is rather stuttered due to the stare from his front seater practically burning holes into the side of his head for the duration of the call. He wasn’t really expecting you to answer the phone as quickly as you did which further increases his anxiety whilst talking to you, the glare from next to him only heightening his discomfort. Phoenix’s harsh gaze is only broken upon the confirmation that Bob has secured the band for the whole night.

It turns out, by some form of sheer irony or dumb luck, the venue in LA your band were going to play at had been shut down by the health department two days earlier and couldn’t be opened again until the second week in January, meaning you had a band that were itching to play and were more than happy to take the open slot at the Hard Deck when Bob asked.

“So come on, show me this band then.” Bob sighs, having just put his phone back in his pocket.

Inching closer to the screen, Phoenix plucks Bob’s phone out of his hands and pauses the video before looking up wide-eyed at her back seater. “No. Freaking. Way!”

“What?”

“That’s Bad Decisions, right?”

“Uh huh, you know ‘em?” Bob asks, surprised that Phoenix has heard of the band.

She nods in reply, “Fanboy and I have been obsessing over them for like the last year! How did I not know that you know the lead singer?”

“I thought I told you I was in a band in high schoolI?” Bob’s almost certain he did, recalling how it took him showing his front seater evidence before she actually belived him.

“Yeah but-“ Phoenix trails off, gears turning in her head as she realises. “Wait a minute! You mean to tell me that you, Bob Floyd, were an original member of Bad Decisions?”

“Uh… yeah.” An uneasy feeling creeps up Bob’s spine as his front seater starts grinning like a certified maniac.

Phoenix grabs his hand in pure excitement and practically screeches in his ear. “Oh my god we need to tell the others.”

Protests start falling from Bob’s mouth as the dark haired pilot practically drags him back into the bar where the others are still squabbling over how to find a band for Penny.

Phoenix clears her throat to gain everyone’s attention. “Hey losers, game over. We win.” She announces triumphantly as she and a thoroughly concerned Bob re-enter the Hard Deck.

Everyone groans and looks up from their phones. Hangman is the first to speak. “I’m calling bullshit, there’s no way you found someone that fast.”

“Well we did.” Phoenix taunts, stepping closer to the blonde pilot.

“How?” Hangman challenges, not shying away from her stance.

Shrugging, Phoenix replies.“Bob knows people.”

With a chuckle a reply comes from Hangman “And pray tell Phoenix, what ‘people’ does Baby on Board know?” He probes further, sending a mocking glance in Bob’s direction.

“The lead singer of Bad Decisions?”

Hangman goes to retort, more than likely something he deems witty but he’s interrupted by a shout from Fanboy. “WHAT?!” The Latino pilot yells “no freaking way!” He turns to Phoenix, “Dude! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t know until like five minutes ago. And get this, Bob was in a band in high school,” this raises a few eyebrows and earns a muffled chuckle from Coyote, who is trying to cover up his amusement at the revelation. “And guess what band he was in?”

A few eyes around the room widen and a few murmurs escape from those who have heard of the band. “NO WAY!” Fanboy yells. “Bob you’re officially the coolest person I know.”

“Ouch man,” is the response from Payback, feigning hurt but despite the demotion in the eyes of his best friend and back seater, he is thoroughly amused at the entire situation.

Mav, who has been listening to the entire conversation steps forward. “So your friend actually agreed to do it?” He questions Bob, who gives a small nod in reply. A smile breaks out on the older man’s face and he gives Bob a congratulatory slap on the back “well then Bob, looks like you and Phoenix are drinking free on New Years!”

When Penny is informed that Mav promised free drinks all night to the people who found her a band to play on new years, she’s pretty pissed off. Only the promise that they’ve actually managed to find someone softens the blow that Phoenix and Bob won’t pay for a drink all night.

Bob feels slightly uneasy when he finds out that Penny didn’t actually know that Mav asked them to find a replacement band so decides to go talk to Penny that afternoon ready to relinquish the free drinks for New Years. Well, his drinks at least, no one gets between Phoenix and free stuff no matter if it’s a free sachet of a new face cream or a night of free alcohol- he knows of a few people who’ve learnt that lesson the hard way.

If Bob were to describe Phoenix as his sister, the only way he could describe Penny’s relationship with him would be that of an aunt. Although Penny is much more subtle in her meddling of Bob’s personal life than Phoenix, she still makes an effort to help Bob along in the way an aunt married to the crazy uncle of the family would.

After sitting down with Penny and going over a few details, and Penny reassuring Bob that he and Phoenix can both drink for free on New Years -Penny tells him the reason is because “a bets a bet” but really Bob and Phoenix are probably her favourites out of all the young aviators- they get into more details of the band. More specifically, Bob’s relationship to you.

“So you know this girl well?”

Bob runs a nervous hand over the back of his neck. Admittedly, he should’ve guessed an interrogation of sorts was coming, especially from Penny. Lucky for him, Phoenix was so caught up in the fact he knew you that she didn’t actually ask him that many questions about the two of you. “I guess you could say that yeah,” he mutters, meeting the bartender’s eyes with a shy smile.

“Were you and her…” she trails off, trying to find the right words.

“Could’ve been something a long time ago, but I’m pretty sure that ship has sailed,” he informs Penny, who smiles sympathetically at him

“Sorry to hear that Bob,”

He shrugs, “nothin’ anyone could do… just bad timing is all,”

Penny raises her eyebrows in curiosity and slightly in shock too. It’s not often Bob opens up, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t want to find out more. “It was the same with me and Pete I guess, it wasn’t the right time,” Seeing she’s grabbed Bobs attention, Penny pushes just a little more, “until it was” she watches as Bob shies away from her gaze but continues on anyway. “D’you think it could be the right timing now?”

Despite the conversation and the memories it’s bringing up not being funny in the slightest, Bob chuckles. Maybe it’s out of anxiety or it could be the sheer incredulity of the entire situation. He thinks about his answer for a good few seconds. Lying to Penny isn’t something he wants to do for two reasons. One, he respects her and two, he’s pretty sure she would know straight away. He’s kidding himself if he says he doesn’t think about you like that anymore, he’s not sure he could stop thinking about you and the memories you share even if he wanted to. All these thoughts running round his head but he chooses to answer with a simple yet vague “guess we’ll find out.”

Penny just sips her home made lemonade in quiet acceptance of his answer.

It’s not until the next morning when you actually step out from your old battered Jeep and he feels 17 again, that Bob realises his feelings towards you haven’t completely gone away.

With a bright smile, you move towards him and sweep him up into a tight hug. Gosh he forgot how warm your hugs are . “Bob!” You exclaim, squeezing him tighter. “It’s so good to see you,” it takes Phoenix nudging his shoulder for him to realise he hasn’t said anything even after you pull away from the embrace.

Yep, he’s completely fucked.

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bamboobrat · 1 year

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succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy<3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

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Oh Goldy I've seen literally every explanation and excuses from this 'fandom' on why Jkk decided to enlist together

They've tattoos, they are same hometown, they didn't had option, it's fanservice, it's because Jin is there, JK is forced, they are real brothers

"Do you think it's a gay bar for gay couple to go together ? If anything this canceled Jikook ship as a whole as a couple in homophobic country won't enlist together"

How shitkookers feel after saying this: 🤡💪

If 2017 GCFT was what made them mental retraeds for 1st time... this enlistment is making them totally lose it. I hope bt travel show coming out they'll consider jumping off the cliff 🥺🤞🤞🤞 because it's better not to be alive as a tkkr to face post military jkk lmao...

They are grasping at straws because they have nothing to stand on. The best they can do is troll. That's all they doing is trolling 🤣 😂 💀

They sound as if Gay men don't go to the military together all the time. It's mandatory service they won't be exempt just because they are queer.

And yes, they are going to be under close scrutiny especially on mere suspicion of their sexuality- their privacy will be violated, people will be suspicious of them- unfortunately all that will happen because that's just what homophobia is and from what I hear it's quit prevalent in the SK military and even straight dudes who get suspected of being queer get burned.

The difference here is, Jikook have some clout and some privilege going in there. I don't expect them to be given special treatment just because they are the most successful boy band on earth right now but that type of success comes with social clout and currency.

Unfortunately they won't tell us the struggles they face in there because of their fame, looks, sexual orientation, skintone, height, features- even if we know they do face these micro discriminations- I mean we know they make fun of eachother jx because they get tanned etc.

I'm being sensitive because I find a lot of these things triggering for me. It's giving boarding school all over again.

We might wait have to wait for their memoirs and autobiographies for their honest thoughts and experiences of these things in their lives.

Whatever it is, I still stand with them.

But for me, being queer, having experienced bullying, homophobic violence and knowing the grave danger queer people face in certain unwelcoming spaces I wish people would understand just how terrified I am for them right now. And it's not just for them, but for every single queer individual that has to mandatorily serve. The stories that come out of there is brutal.

This is the most stressful moment of my life in this Fandom. And I think some of us are rightfully concerned for their safety- as any one who thinks they are queer should. Hopefully, nothing happens to them. At worst, they get outed for being queer and get prosecuted for having gay sex while in the military.

And what these dummies don't understand is- its immaterial whether they think Jikook are a couple or not. What is at stake here is, even if they should individually have sex with their "boyfriends" off duty off base- they will still be prosecuted for having gay sex while serving.

So yes, even if you think Jikook are not a couple- if you believe they or anyone in BTS is queer at all- you should be very much concerned for their safety and human rights regardless.

If they are queer, them enlisting will not make them straight and is certainly not evidence of they are straight because there are gay men, Trans and non-binary individuals in the south Korean military. Enlisting into the military is not some magical test of straighthood. All that enlistment means is enhanced risks for the queer individuals who actually enlist- but no, of course that's not what people are concerned about.

Like I said in an earlier post, I haven't come across any gay law/ regulations that prohibit queer couples from enlisting together or at all. If there is then Jikook would be violating those laws as closeted gay men which only put them in graver danger.

If such a law exists at all its cruel, draconian, machiavellian, and outright discriminatory and I don't know why people would use that as plot device in fan/ship warfares. It's downright stupid and insensitive, and oppressive against LGBTQIA's.

In times like this I think we can appreciate the privilege of silence, of being closeted, of being straight passing- because it becomes easy to move through a world that caters for straight people and is designed for them.

Not gonna lie, I find the minimalizing and trivializing of the risks Jikook face IF THEY ARE INDEED QUEER, insensitive and disgusting.

Because I'm sure parents siblings and friends of actual queer men- shit their pants, pour ash on their heads and quiver at the knee at the thought of their gay relations going into the military.

Some of you will never know how it feels and to that I say, it's not fair😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

The fact I even have to explain the reason for the fear anxiety and worry makes me sick in the stomach 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I don't hate straight people but also I do😭

Hate you all 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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3:20

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader

Something sweet hits your tongue. A flavor you missed on your first sip. Your thumb swipes circles into the condensation as you try to place it, try to remember what his rough voice had said. It was hard to focus on the words behind the gravel of his voice after you’d had a drink or three.

“So?” There it is again. He’s gonna get frustrated if you keep makin’ him repeat himself.

“Sooo?” You glance up at him as you take another sip, wondering what fruit he said was in his favorite whiskey. No sign of annoyance marks his handsome face. There’s just a shadow of a smirk on his lips.

“So what did you think of the songs, idiot?”

“Oh, I loved them!“ He nodded, taking a sip from his own glass as he moved back for Kirishima to squeeze between you to get to the kitchen.

Yesterday, you had only mentioned that your brain was restless. You hadn’t made it a big deal. You thought you had made enough of a joke about it that no one would worry, but two minutes later he’d sent you a playlist of his favorite songs from his favorite band. He said it might help and he was right. The variety of genres they covered, the deep voices of the singers…it was music that sounded best when it was so loud it almost hurt, and it had quieted your anxiety ridden thoughts almost instantly.

“The lyrics?” You stepped forward, letting Kiri pass behind you this time as he exited the kitchen.

“Uhhh I was going more for volume the first time, but I’ve liked the ones I’ve paid attention to so far.” You take another sip, noticing a tart edge to the sweetness in your drink.

“Yea, told ya. So-“ You laugh as he downs the rest of his drink, cutting his own question short.

“Sooo?” You mimic him, loving the near burn of the whiskey as it hits the back of your throat. He rolls his eyes, but it’s canceled out by the soft smile beneath it.

“So I have an extra ticket for their concert…if you want it.” He grabs your glass, setting it down with his own as he reaches for the bottle.

“Sure! Sounds fun.” You can’t read the label as he pours. He passes you the refill before you can consider moving around him for a better view.

“Good.” He grabs your wrist before you can pull it back, dropping a large skull shaped ice cube into your glass as his warm fingers slide off your skin. “I need someone I can trust to keep me out of trouble.” He raises an eyebrow at the way yours are furrowed.

“Wait…so I have chaperone energy?” You can’t keep the whine out of your voice, a little devastated by his view of you. His laugh is deep and the echo of it blends in with whatever song Kaminari has playing on the speakers in the other room.

“No. Fight energy.”

“Oh? Who am I fighting?“ He smiles at the aggression running through your words as you bounce from foot to foot, drink and skull sloshing dangerously close to the rim of your glass. He bops you on the head with the palm of his hand, treating you like the snooze button of a cheap hotel alarm clock.

“No one, idiot.”

“Ohhh you mean you won’t have to worry about me starting trouble.”

“Exactly.”

“Told you Kaminari was a brave choice last time.” He groaned at the memory, letting his palm smack himself in the face this time. He still looked cute even as he warped his features, tugging the skin down with his fingers.

“I didn’t know the idiot would get caught with his tongue down some guy’s date’s throat.” You take another sip. Peach whiskey, that’s what he had said.

“So I’m safe because I’m super tough and you already know whose throat I’ll be in?” You’ve already started backing away from him. Your right leg is halfway in the living room.

“Yes.” His glass doesn’t reach his lips before he’s lowering it again. “Wait…what?” You’ve smiled and turned away from the confusion you’ve caused to touch every part of his pretty face. “Get the fuck back here.”

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#Bakugou #Bakugou fluff #Bakugou imagines #bakugou katsuki #bnha #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #bnha Bakugou #bakugou x reader

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Caught (Connor/Miguel, Zoe)

Summary: Zoe comes home to find that her brother has snuck someone over. (Listen, okay. I know there are like ten people in this fandom, but I cannot choose what my brain decides to fixate on. I am a sucker for Connor/Miguel, and a sucker for Murphy sibling bonding, and this fic just spilled out. So, take this self-indulgent thing and I hope you enjoy it!!)

Zoe completely forgot that the jazz band had canceled rehearsal that afternoon, and she lugs her guitar all the way to their practice room before realizing, letting out a groan. She carries her guitar all the way back to her car, getting into the driver’s seat and playing some Phoebe Bridgers for her ride home, shamelessly singing along.

Ever since Connor transferred to Hanover, she’s had the car to herself, which gives her the freedom to blast her music and stop by Starbucks whenever she wants. Even with the detour for coffee, she’s home much earlier than she would be on a normal Tuesday. She toes off her Converse by the front door, places her car keys on the table. As she heads towards the stairs, she swears she hears…voices?

Neither of her parents’ cars are in the driveway, and Connor isn’t usually the type to talk to himself, and even if he was, there are definitely two voices, and they’re laughing. He could be watching a show, but it’s much too loud to be from the television. Any normal person would assume that their brother has a friend over, but Zoe’s never seen Connor bring anyone back to the house. Better yet, she’s never known any of Connor’s friends, and always just assumed that he has none. Curiosity and confusion overtake her as she climbs the stairs, and she knocks on the door.

The giggling doesn’t stop — her big brother, giggling, a sound she hasn’t heard since they were children. She can also hear an unfamiliar voice say something, but the thick wood of the door muffles the words. Clearly they hadn’t heard her knock, so she pushes the door open, brows furrowed and questions ready on her tongue.

Connor is half-pinned to his navy blue sheets, long hair messy and hoodie pushed above his navel, cheeks red. A good-looking, tan-skinned boy that Zoe didn’t recognize is the one hovering over him, tickling his sides and grinning like mad. She only catches it for a split second before they both jump at her arrival, drawing away from one another like they’d been caught doing something much less innocent.

“Zoe, what the fuck?” Connor asks, and his voice sounds breathless, trying to fix his rucked up shirt. “Did you forget how to fuckin’ knock?”

Zoe can’t tell if he’s more angry or embarrassed, and figures he’s teetering somewhere in between. An angry Connor is never a good thing, but can’t bring herself to care in that moment, still unsure if this is some kind of fever dream. “Sorry, I just heard…Who are you?” she asks, looking at the other boy.

“I’m Miguel,” he replies, sounding significantly less flustered than her brother. “I’m Connor’s, uh, friend. Nice to meet you.”

Connor huffs, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. They’re both clearly a bit stoned, and Zoe can still smell the smoke lingering in the room.

She gives Miguel a smile. “Nice to meet you. Sorry for barging in, I was just surprised…Connor doesn’t usually have friends over.”

“And you aren’t usually home ‘til four on Tuesdays,” Connor replies at the same time that Miguel says, “No worries.”

“Jazz band was canceled. I didn’t think I had to tell you, since I didn’t think you’d be sneaking a friend over,” she says. “I’ll warn you next time, I guess. And I won’t tell mom and dad, either.”

Connor fiddles with the strings on his hoodie, pointedly looking anywhere but at Zoe or Miguel, and it’s actually kind of hilarious to see her brother so clearly flustered. “Whatever. Thanks, I guess,” he mutters.

Zoe nods, and there’s an awkward beat of silence before she’s reaching for the doorknob, intending to go back to her room and study. But before she shuts the door all the way, a mischievous little lightbulb goes off over her head. She had honestly forgotten that her brother was ticklish at all, as it wasn’t knowledge she put to use anymore. They had stopped being physically playful with one another by the time she was ten, but now, she remembers it clear as day, wrestling and making one another shriek with laughter.

“Hey, Miguel?” she says, peeking back into the room.

“What’s up?” he asks.

Zoe’s eyes flicker to Connor, and she smirks. “If I remember correctly, his knees are really bad. Have fun!” She shuts the door and strolls down the hallway to her own bedroom. She hears Connor yell “traitor!” before dissolving into laughter once again, and for the first time in years, she feels a fondness towards her older brother that she thought had been lost.

Whoever this Miguel guy is, she hopes he’s good for Connor. As strained as their relationship has become, Zoe knows that deep down, she loves her brother and wants him to get better. She knows that dating someone (because she has a sneaking suspicion that Miguel is more than a friend) won’t “fix” him, but maybe it will give him a push in the direction of healing.

About an hour passes before she hears two pairs of footsteps head down the stairs, which she assumes is Miguel leaving. She glances out her window and watches him walk out to his car, Connor following behind him. Before Miguel gets into the driver’s seat, he leans forward and presses a kiss to Connor’s lips. Called it, she thinks.

Miguel drives off and she watches her brother walk back towards the house, hears him make his way back up the stairs and to his bedroom. It makes her heart feel a little lighter, realizing her brother still has a soft side after all these years.

When her parents come home, she takes her seat at the dinner table and shoots Connor a look, a tiny smile. He responds by subtly flipping her off, but there’s no malice behind it. Zoe decides that the next time that jazz band is canceled, she’ll bring home coffee for Connor and Miguel, too.

#conguel #connor murphy #zoe murphy #miguel deh #miguel dear evan hansen #connor x miguel #miguel x connor #connor & zoe #connor and zoe #dear evan hansen #deh fic #deh ticklefic #deh tickle fic #ticklefic #tickle fic #dear evan hansen fic #deh fanfic #raspberry writes

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horseshoemybeloved · 1 year

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im interested in your m/cr rant but understand why not posting it lol. i like their music but the fandom rn for the most part is something i avoid. fans have such a "theyre not like other bands" mentality and will act like 15 year olds while actually being 24 when trying to "cancel" other prominent band figures but act completely innocent with their favs and chew you out if you so dare call out the band for being more complicated beyond their so removed from reality images of them.

I’m a lil scared to say stuff but I will cus I’m a mean evil lesbo bitch >:]

I think the problem is that a lot of mcr fans ( of course not all, I’ve seen a lot of really great lovely mcr fans ) have this mentality of “ you can’t consume problematic media “ so they Need mcr to be super unproblematic lil angels or else they can’t listen to them.

People will call out problematic stuff they may have said in the past, which is inevitable, they’ve been in the public eye for like 20 years. But a lot of mcr fans just Can’t seem to admit that because like I said, a lot of em are of the idea that “ if I love unproblematic media that makes me holy “

And this is more of a fandoms in general problem but Don’t even get me Started on how people will use queerness to cleanse a white man of all his sins. Sometimes it’s not even queerness it’s just suspected queerness or performative queerness. Yes your fav is queer but your fav is still a white man and you calling them a queer enbie icon is not going to erase their misogyny or racism or whatever shitty thing they’ve done.

I cannot claim to be an mcr fan, who knows these men well and knows how they feel ( although I think no one can really claim that ) But I feel as if they wouldn’t want people labeling them as perfect lil angles who have done no wrong? I don’t know many people who would want that.

That frank tweet was misogynistic, and trying to make it quirky is shitty. I’m not trying to persuade anyone to stop listening to them/ make people feel bad for listening to them. All I am saying is that it’s gross to coverup peoples wrongdoings just to make yourself feel a little more holy

#again I’m not saying mcr is evil and fucked up and anyone who likes them is evil and fucked up #all I’m saying is that you need to let go of the idea that they’re super unproblematic #and that’s fine!#hope this didn’t come across as aggressive #I’m autistic and so I can have some troubles with marketing sure my tone is correct #*making sure

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Jealousy and Misunderstandings || ERIC CARR

[Eric Carr x Fem!Model!Reader]

Summary: reader is not usually jealous over the groupies that sworm around your boyfriend but after a bad night and an especially driven groupie you break

Warnings: Jealousy (obviously), misinterpretations, insecurities, kind of a panic attack

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A/N: I don’t like writing for real life people but here I am and I’m writing for KISS

Today has been a rough day. Your modelling manager didn’t think dating the drummer of a rock band would be good for your reputation and things led to another and now you need a new manager.

Not only that, but you were suppose to be meeting Eric four hours before he was on stage but due to delays and cancellations at the airport, you only arrived ten minutes before they had to start playing.

By the time you got backstage, you could only wave at him as he ran on stage.

You’ve been exhausted all day so after standing there for one and half hours you decided Eric wouldn’t mind if you went and sat in the joint dressing room, it’s not like he can see you standing there anyways and he’s always saying you don’t have to stand there for hours like you usually do.

So you give a smile to the crew men, letting one know to tell Eric where you were, and walked to the room. When you arrived, you sat down on the couch and started reading through one of their magazines but it only took a minute for to you fall asleep.

The concert ended in another hour and the four men wandered into their room, waking you up.

“Y/N!” Eric smiled as he saw you sitting on the sofa and came and hugged you. You kisses his painted cheek.

“Sorry about that. I just needed to sit down for ten minutes but I must’ve dropped off,” You apologise.

“No, no. Don’t apologies it’s fine,” his smile seemed fake, something was on his mind.

“You sure it’s okay?” You ask.

“Of course.”

“Hey Y/N,” Paul greeted as he sat beside you and swung an arm around your shoulders, “I think some people are coming in.”

“Okay,” You smile as you look back up to talk to Eric but he seemed to have moved without you noticing to the other side of the room. Weird.

“Want a drink?” Ace asks.

“Please,” You sigh. He throws you whatever beer the manager has provided them with.

“Is Eric okay?” You ask the man beside you.

“I think so, why?” Paul furrows his eyebrows as he turns to look at you.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” you hum as you take a sip of the alcohol beverage in your hands.

After 5 minutes the groupies and other fans came wondering in the room. Usually you don’t mind them, you’re a model you have the mostly male equivalent, but a certain blonde girl got on your nerves. She clung to Eric and for some reason he didn’t quickly politely point you out like he usually does.

Paul found himself sitting next to you again after chatting up a woman who turned out to be in a committed marriage.

“I thought you and him had no groupies rule,” Paul commented after watching Eric evidently flirt with the girl. This confirmed it wasn’t just you being silly because he noticed it to.

“We do..” You sigh, not taking your beady eyes of the girl who hand was sliding up and down Eric’s arm and getting closer and closer every time she opens her stupid little month.

You’ve always been scared that you’d lose Eric to a groupie, or worse you already have. This thought wouldn’t leave your head. If he had already slept with someone you wouldn’t even know, you can sometime beapart for weeks at a time.

“I’m gonna get going,” You inform Paul, “can you tell Eric when I’m gone?”

“Oh. Well I think we’re heading back to the hotel soon anyways,” Paul nods, “do you want Eric’s room number.

“No I’ll be alright. I think I’m going to get my own room tonight,” you stand up and swing your bag on your shoulder. Before leaving, you turn back to look at your boyfriend, but as you did the girl pulled him into a kiss. As soon as that action happened you turned your head and stormed out the building.

You were in the car park and walking towards your rental, you couldn’t stop the thoughts swirling around your head. You’ve risked so much to be with him. Just today you fired the manager who was deemed the best modelling manager in the US. You’ve turned down modelling gigs abroad because Eric just got back from a tour so you could be with him, you have taken time out of your eventful life just to fly around going to his concerts to support him. And how does he repay you? He kisses a girl INFRONT of you!

You didn’t even make it to the car before tears spilled out of your eyes furiously. Your breathing sped up and your hands were shaking so much you couldn’t even open the car door.

5 Minutes Earlier

Eric pushes Angie off him as soon as her lips touches his. “Woah!” Eric breathes as he pushes her off him. “I have a girlfriend!”

“It didn’t sound like that when you were flirting with me,” she scoffs as she folds her arms and walks off towards Gene, who was already chatting up three women.

He started looking around the room trying to find you, just to explain what happened, but he couldn’t see you. Where you were sat was now occupied by someone else.

“Paul. Where’s Y/N?” He asks his band mate.

Paul looked at his friend with disappointment. He’s been close friends with you for the past 6 years, he is the one who introduced the two of you when he first joined the band, and he’d be damned if Eric thinks he can break your heart and not face any consequences.

“Well after fifteen minutes of watching you and that groupie bat your eyes at each other, she left to get a hotel room. Not without watching you two kiss,” Paul looks at Eric with anger in his eyes.

“No!” He runs his hands through his own hair. “I can explain I promise. I need to find her!”

“Alright I’ll come to,” Paul nods, choosing to believe him.

Ace joined the pair, apparently he needed to retire early anyway, and the trio headed out and onto the car parks - still in makeup.

“Wait is that Y/N?” Ace pointed out the figure.

You had your hand on the window and your other hand on the door handle as you attempted to slow down your breathing as tears stream down you cheeks.

“Y/N-” Eric begins to call before Paul pushes him back.

“Let me talk to her first,” Paul states as he walks to you and places a hand on your back.

“Hey Y/N?” He asks. “Eric wants to explain.”

“Yeah,” you sob. “Tell him to piss off.”

“Y/N.. Talk to him,” he sighs. You nod and he walks back to where Ace and Eric are stood. Your boyfriend then walks towards you.

“I’m so so sorry,” Eric nervously mumbles. Scared that he’ll make you cry more if he speaks any louder. “I didn’t kiss her back. I promise you that as soon as I realised what was happening I pushed her off me. Even ask Ace he saw it happen.”

“You may have not kissed her but you did push her off you as she was feeling you up did you?” Your face turned from sadness to anger as you moved your body to look at him.

“I know! I can explain that to,” he looks down at the floor in shame.

“Go on then,” you cross your arms.

“It’s just..” he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose, “I started to get a bit jealous every time you and Paul got touchy. It’s stupid I know! But I went to Ace for advice and he told me to get you jealous. Now that I think about it he was pretty drunk and was watching some weird teenage soap opera.”

If it was anyone else who said that you would not believe it but it was such an Eric thing to do. “You promise that is what happened?” You lift his head up to look at you by pushing his chin up with your index finger.

“Yes!” He nods. “I love you and you know that. Why would I do anything to lose my beautiful model girlfriend?”

“It was pretty stupid what you did y’know?” You chuckled.

“I know! I know!” He smiles sheepishly as you pulled him into a kiss.

The pair of boys behind us cheered.

#kiss #kiss x reader #kiss band #eric carr #eric carr x reader #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #ace frehley x reader #the fox #starchild #spaceman #the demon #catman

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The Pizza Game (there is no pizza in the apocalypse)

A Rise of the TMNT fic

Chapter 1 (Prologue) : How it Started

Summary:

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber. “Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie. “In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested. “I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo. “Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph. --- or 5 times pizza is (not supposed to be) mentioned in the apocalypse, and 1 time the Apocalypse is cancelled and there is free pizza Basically How I think the turtles coped with a world where they "ate rats and leaves"

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Chapter 1(you are here) | Chapter 2>

It started with the end. Cliché right?

The krang invasion took a lot from the world. One of the worst things it did to the Hamato family, was take Pizza.

Four exhausted no longer teenager (well except for Mikey who was still 19), mutant ninja turtles shuffled into the Rebel base.

“I’m so hungry. How much food are we stocked up with?” Raph asked as he zombie walked to a bench to sit down.

“I don’t know how much there is, but I know what I want.” Mikey said.

“If you say what I think you’re going to say-“ Leo squinted at his youngest brother.

“Pizza!”

“-aaaaaand you said it. Mikey you KNOW we don’t have the stuff for that right?”

“I know! It’s just…” there was a sniffle “I miss it so much!” he sobbed.

“I know little brother.” Leo patted the orange turtle’s shell in consolation.

“Thoughtful hum. We could approximate a pizza with ground up oat paste, those dried tomatoes, and that fungus Draxum grew last week?” Donnie suggested.

Three emphatic “NO”s were groaned back in response.

“My beloved brilliant brother, that is by far the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“I don’t think that fungus is meant for Human, Mutant, Or Yokai consumption.”

“Wait. Wait wait wait wait, speaking of Yokai…” The blue banded turtle pulled out his communication device (couldn’t really call it a phone. The cell towers no longer worked, and had so much mystic spells for communication embedded in it, Donnie refused to even call it technology anymore) and scrolled through the contacts before selecting one.

It rang once before there was a click of answer.

“Senor Hueso! Hola mi amigooo!” Leo sang.

“Whatever it is, the answer is no.”

“Aw don’t be like that Hueso!”

“Pepino, do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Hm? It’s only-“ Leo looked at the time. It was a little after midnight. “Eugh boy. Sorry Hueso, I didn’t realize it was so late. Wait you answered super quick anyway, why are you still up?”

“I was doing inventory of all my supplies, thank you very much for interrupting that.”

“Oh so perfect timing! We were wondering If you had anything to make a pizza with?” Leo asked hopefully.

The line was quiet for a moment and they would have thought they’d been hung up on if it weren’t for the line still being open.

“And just who is ‘we’?” Hueso questioned.

“HI HUESO! Me and Donnie and Raph are here too!” Mikey shouted over the line, face lighting up with hope at the non-rejection.

“Ah, so four, ever growing Mutant Ninja Turtles.” There was a sigh, and the brother’s leaned in, holding their breath awaiting the verdict if there would be pizza or not, “Yes, I believe I have enough supplies to scrape together a couple pizzas-”

Mikey and Raph got ready to cheer, but Leo held up a hand to wait. Hueso hadn’t said if they could come over yet.

“- and you may come and eat them.” Hueso finished.

“Hueso, you’re the best Skeleton Man we know!” Leo said while his brothers loudly cheered. “You’re still at the Old Water Station, right?” Hueso confirmed.

“We’ll be over in a minute!” Leo chirped as he pulled out his swords and opened a portal.

The four brothers stepped through to just outside of the building.

Senor Hueso had moved there shortly after the beginning of the invasion. The laundromat that had served as an entrance to Run of the Mill had been damaged, and it was no longer a safe section of the city to be in. It had still taken all four brothers and an appearance of Dr. Delicate Touch to convince the skeleton Yokai to leave.

(The Hidden City itself hadn’t been found by the krang, but all the damage that was happening above ground, made it an unstable area to be and a lot of the yokai population had left as well. Most of the city as well as other mystic safehavens were sealed off, not allowing anyone in or out to prevent the krang from finding them and gaining mystic weapons.)

The water station was highly defended and well protected in a section of city that they’d managed to keep the krangazoids out of.

It was a vital place since it provided clean water, and with Hueso setting up a kitchen inside, it was also a source of food for many of the civilians. They had even started a greenhouse garden shortly after moving in. The turtles helped out when they could, so they knew the place pretty well.

The four turtles walked around to the side of the building where they knew there was an entrance hatch, and they slipped inside.

They found Senor Hueso carrying a couple boxes toward the area that had been turned into a kitchen.

“Hey Senor Hueso, thanks for having us!” Raph called as they walked up to him.

“You could have given me a few moments to at least get the dough ready.” Hueso sighed.

“Sorry, we just got really excited!” Leo apologized.

“Michelangelo, you will help me.” He waved for Mikey to follow him.

“Sure thing, Bone Man!” Mikey said excitedly beginning to follow the skeleton into the kitchen.

“Can I help?” Leo asked excitedly. He totally wasn’t hoping to snag an early bite.

“After the last time when you nearly burnt down my kitchen?!” Hueso scoffed, “NO.”

“Aaaaw come on Hueso, that was an accident!” Leo pleaded as the rest of his family chuckled.

It HAD been an accident. Leo had been helping Hueso out when he got a call for back up and he forgot to shut the oven off, or to tell Senor Hueso that he had left. Twenty minutes later, Hueso walked into a kitchen filled with smoke as whatever it had been was burnt beyond recognition.

“You may get everyone some water if you must do something.” Hueso offered.

“Fiiine,” Leo slumped in disappointment. Getting water wasn’t going to get him to pizza faster, but he didn’t want to risk being denied pizza either. “Always a waiter and never a chef” he muttered to himself.

“Senor Hueso, would you mind if I also took an inventory of your supplies?”

“I do not see why not,” Hueso raised an eye ridge at the genius turtle, “but why?”

“April has connections with some other groups of isolated civilians and resistance members. They’ve been looking to do some trading to cover some necessities. Food in exchange for medical supplies and such things.” Donnie explained.

“Hmmm that is fine, just don’t go trading away my supplies before asking me first.”

“I sincerely thank you. Come Raphael! We have data to collect!” Donnie rubbed his hands together eagerly and began walking to the boxes of supplies.

“Sure thing Dee. Mikey, let us know when the pizza is ready,” Raph called over his shoulder before following Donnie.

“Will do!” Mikey chirped back.

“Well, we better get going if you want to eat anytime soon.” Hueso and Mikey headed into the kitchen.

Hueso pulled out the necessary ingredients out of a box and handed them to Mikey. They divided the tasks and set to work.

“So Hueso, have you heard from your brother lately?” Mikey asked as he got the toppings chopped and ready.

“I received a letter from Piel a week ago. He said he was still in the Caribbean. He and his crew managed to … what is the phrase you use “Smack Down”? three of the cargo ships of the krang. He also said he managed to find a few pineapple plants that had survived the drought. He told me he’d give me one the next time he’s here, but we’ll see.”

Mikey raised an eyebrow in question.

“He can never resist a pineapple.” Hueso said fondly. “They’re his favorite.”

“Oh man. Pineapple. Ya know, I bet if we had pineapple right now, even Donnie would gladly have it as a topping.” Mikey mused.

“Well, I’m afraid you all will have to settle for old sausage, night worms, and spinach.”

“Oooo Nightworms! A classic Run of the Mill topping.” Mikey sighed happily.

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30 minutes later Mikey and Hueso walked out of the kitchen and presented the hot pizzas to the three other turtles waiting at one of the tables. Donnie and Raph had just finished the inventory a few minutes prior.

“Oh that smells SO GOOD!” Leo said, as he and both his brothers stared at the pizzas with stars in their eyes and drooling in anticipation.

“You muchachos better enjoy these pizzas. They are likely going to be the last ones.” Hueso told them as he and Mikey set the pizzas onto the table.

Leo nearly fell off his chair as he whipped around to stare at Hueso, “What?! No no, don’t say that!” Say it ain’t so!!!” He pleaded as he grabbed Hueso’s shoulders.

“Yes I’m afraid this is the Last Pizza I’ll be able to make.” Hueso removed Leo’s hands from his shoulders, and turned the turtle back towards the table. “That is the last of my tomato sauce and cheese. I used up the last of my flour months ago. This is actually a cauliflower crust. Gluten free.”

“Wait, Hueso, you’re letting us eat your final pizzas? You didn’t have to do that.” Raph looked at him with wide eyes.

“Of course I did not have to do anything. It seems only right that my most loyal customers get the last ones. Especially when they are fighting those caras de tuberculo recocido.”

Leo nearly choked on his water as he wheezed. Raph smacked him on his back to help.

“Oh I am SO using that!” Leo wheezed to himself.

“What did Hueso say?” Raph asked amused as his brother was nearly falling off the chair laughing.

“He- He called-“ Leo tried to say before wheezing again. He slowly recovered. “He called them Overcooked Tuber Faces AHAHHAHA” Leo broke into laughter again.

“Tuber?” Raph asked, confused, but Leo’s laughter was contagious and he was beginning to laugh himself.

“Like what you call ‘beetroots’” Hueso said with a smirk. Leo’s laughter also getting to the bone man.

Mikey gasped and shouted “OH MY GOSH THEY DO LOOK LIKE OVERCOOKED BEETROOTS!” before he too broke into laughter.

Donnie’s face was scrunched up as he tried to hold in a laugh and failed.

“I am glad you all think I am so funny,” Hueso chuckled after they had laughed for a minute. “But do not let my pizza get cold! Eat, EAT!” He commanded.

“Senor Hueso, I sincerely thank you,” Donnie said as he grabbed a slice reverently

They ate the pizza one slice at a time, trying to savor it as much as they could.

But all good things must come to an end.

“Man what are we going to do now? No more pizza? That makes up like, 90% of our diet!” Leo exclaimed.

“Actually, before the invasion, it made up approximately 71.389% of our diet. And since the invasion began, has been decreasing an average of 1.487% a month.”

“Is there really no way you can get more pizza ingredients?” Raph asked Hueso.

“Not unless you want to try feeding and housing livestock in order to get the cheese and meat toppings. Or grow wheat to grind into flour. Or if you know how to grow and cultivate yeast?”

“That… sounds very time and resource consuming. I’m not sure even the more isolated sections of the resistance further west where there’s less krang have the supplies necessary. Although there could be old government compounds that possibly hold more supplies.” Donnie stated.

“I don’t know… would the head honchos allow us to make deals and trades just to get pizza supplies?”

“Who are you calling a head honcho?”

“Ya know that self-proclaimed government leader guy. Agent Knight?”

“You mean Bishop? Yeah, no. I don’t think he’d allow trades of government supplies just so we can have pizza again. Wouldn’t want to trade with that shmuck anyway.”

“Guess it’s back to raising livestock ourselves then.”

“It’d be nice to have a pet cow. We could get fresh milk and learn how to make cheese!” Mikey said excitedly.

“And just what are you gonna feed this pet cow?” Raph asked.

“Ummm…. Grass?”

“And where are you going to get this grass? And where are you going to keep the cow?”

“Okay okay I get it. No pet cow.” Mikey frowned. “Unless Hueso let’s me grow grass in the green-“

“I am afraid not. There is hardly enough room for the everything we are growing now, we can’t have a section just for grass.”

“Darn.”

“Wait Hueso did you say this was the last of your tomato sauce? I thought you and Hueso Jr. were growing tomato plants?” Leo questioned.

“We have managed to grow some tomatoes, but it isn’t enough to make sauces with. We have limited space in the greenery and we are trying to grow foods that are a little more filling and nutritious. Mainly potatoes, spinach, broccoli, and cauliflower. Speaking of-“

Hueso turned to Donnie, “I assume you took inventory of that as well?”

“Affirmative, and I have already sent you a copy of all the data I collected.” Hueso thanked him.

“Wow. So that’s it. We’re really out of pizza. Forever.” Mikey leaned back in his chair, somber.

“Not forever. Just as long as the Krang are here. Once we beat them, people can go back to growing tomatoes and wheat and yeast and milking cows.” Amended Donnie.

“In the mean time we just… have to not think about it.” Raph suggested.

“I am not exaggerating when I say: that’s literally impossible,” moaned Leo.

“Wait wait, what if we make it like The Game? As soon as you think about it, you lose. The longer you go without thinking about it, you win.” Suggested Raph.

“But there’s really no “winning” to The Game,” Donnie pointed out.

“Sure there is. It’s whoever can go the longest time without thinking ‘bout it.”

“Okay so what’s the winner gonna get?” Mikey asked.

“Uuuhhh bragging rights?” Raph said with a wince at lack of a better prize.

“Boo. How about winner gets The First Slice of Real Pizza once we send these caras de tuberculo recociodo back to where they came from and we have cheese and tomatoes and flour again?” Leo suggested.

“Not a bad prize I must admit.” Donnie said, and Mikey and Raph nodded in agreement with him.

“We’ll have to let Pops, April and Casey know about the Game too, so they know not think about it,” Raph

“Oh shit guys. April’s gonna kill us for not saving her a slice. No worse. She’ll just be disappointed and sick CASEY on us.” Leo slide down his seat in despair.

“I already have that covered.” Mikey said proudly before brandishing a box with a small pizza inside of it. It was the same as they had eaten, minus the night worms, which April didn’t like, and Casey didn’t care for.

“You’re a lifesaver Angelo.”

“Wait does this mean that April and Casey actually get the last pizzas?”

“Like I said, for my most loyal and best krang fighting customers” Hueso smirked.

“I’m HURT, Senor Hueso!” Leo gasped and placed a hand dramatically on his chest.

“I’m sure you’ll live. Now if you all will pardon me, I am going to sleep now. You may see yourselves out.”

“Thanks again Hueso, you’re the best!” They all shouted their thanks as he walked off to where he slept.

“Buenas noches,” he yawned and waved over his shoulder at them as he left.

One portal trip and pizza sharing conversation later, the turtle brothers had explained the new Pizza game to April, Casey, and Splinter.

Donnie marked the time and date and announced, “No more talking or thinking about pizza! Starting … NOW!”

“This is going to be impossible.”

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milfmacbeth · 27 days

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Hi! Your top 5 best and top 5 worst endings of anything that you liked? Could be TV shows, books, movies, podcasts. Thanks!

hi!! thank you for the ask <3

i generally prefer tragic or bittersweet endings over unambiguously happy ones; this will be long; spoilers ahead (obviously)

best endings

hannibal

the wrath of the lamb fucking rearranged my brain chemistry. how do i explain to people that one of the most romantic things i’ve ever seen was a murder-suicide?

technically hannibal was canceled and not ended but in absence of a season 4, i will consider twotl the ending. i don’t even want a season 4 because i can’t imagine any better ending than the one we’ve got. yes, season 3b was a rushed mess of hannibal, will, and dolarhyde playing fuck marry kill with each other, but they stuck the landing so well, and it’s this perfect tragic mix of “this could’ve all been avoided” and “there’s no other way this could’ve ended”.

and yeah the ending is ambiguous and it’s implied they lived but my favorite interpretation is that they died in each other’s arms.

black sails

wars have been fought over the interpretation of this ending. i personally think john silver is lying but whatever your take, jack’s “a story is true, a story is untrue” speech is brilliant and it’s a perfect ending to a great show

fleabag

“i love you” “it’ll pass” I AM NORMAL.

i love you, female characters written by women. i love you, comedy that turns into tragedy halfway through. i love you, clever use of narrative devices.

this show is damn near perfect, and even though the first thing i did after finishing fleabag was go on ao3 in search of thousands of words of fix-it fic, i wouldn’t change a thing about the ending.

white fang

i wouldn’t say i have a favorite book, but if i had to answer that question it would either be the iliad or white fang. this is the book that got me into reading.

this book caught me at exactly the right time in my life. i was obsessed with wolves as a kid; i was 11 or so, and my grandma handed me this beautifully illustrated book that had the most amazing old book smell (because it’s been in a wooden attic up until then).

it’s about the life of a wolfdog (more wolf than dog) that was born in the wild but gets tamed/adopted into a dog pack that hates him because they can smell he’s not really a dog and hooo boy does something is wrong with you and others can tell that you’re not like them hit when you’re a lonely child.

anywayyyyyy it ends with white fang, having been adopted by a kind man, lying in the sun, still a little confused/out of his element but content. the ending is bittersweet and thematically fitting and he’s a good dog and deserves it.

the mechanisms

the mechanisms are a band of immortal space pirates telling stories of their adventures. their last album is titled death to the mechanisms and in the eponymous song , they realize they’re not quite as immortal as they thought they were. it’s sad, it’s funny, it’s beautiful, it’s poetic, and it’s a worthy send-off.

if you’ve got six and a half minutes, it’s worth a listen (even without context), if only for gems like “witnesses will say that they have never before seen someone so viciously excited to die” or “his body will float there forever, far beyond the warmth of stars” or “pointless, ignoble deaths the lot of them. but who that lived can really boast otherwise?” (this band is so quotable it's insane)

onto the hating!

worst endings

dexter

what the absolute FUCK was that. i adore this show but the ending sucks so much it feels almost malicious

supernatural

i’m not sure i can answer “do you like supernatural?” without a lawyer present. i was obsessed with supernatural as a teenager, then i stopped watching around season 10 or 11. i decided to rewatch the entire thing after november 5th.

supernatural would be so good if it was good. i’m a “supernatural should’ve ended after season 5” truther but i admit that some of the later seasons do have their moments.

not the ending though. the ending is so completely beyond parody i don’t even know what to say. castiel is in superhell for gay angels. dean gets nailed by vampire clowns. when i first saw the aged-up version of sam i literally burst out laughing. at least the wincesties got a forehead touch out of it i guess???? i am so glad that i’ve built up enough emotional distance to laugh instead of rage about this because i know my teenage self would’ve had a conniption.

goethe’s faust and euripides’ orestes

they’ve got nothing to do with each other but i have the exact same beef with both of them so i’m just gonna throw them together.

faust ending: faust loses his wager with mephisto and should’ve by all rights gone to hell but god says ????? (don’t even ask i’m not sure i could explain whatever twisted logic is going on there. something about faust using his devil-bestowed powers for good) and faust goes to heaven anyway.

goethe, my guy, you named the thing faust. eine tragödie. where’s the tragedy i was promised? false advertising. fuck you.

orestes ending: standoff between menelaus and orestes; orestes is holding a knife to hermione’s (menelaus’ and helen’s daughter) throat; this will not end well. or so you thought! at the last possible second, apollo swoops down and fixes everything, tells orestes to marry hermione and ???

nothing is satisfyingly resolved but hey, at least no one’s dead. except iphigenia, and agamemnon, and clytemnestra. this fucking family…

this is what the ancients called deus ex machina and what i call an ass pull.

i just think if you’ve constructed an entire narrative that follows a very clear, specific direction, you shouldn’t then swerve to the left. SEEMS LOGICAL TO ME

and it’s not just philistine bitching on my part btw. there’s actual academic debate about what the hell these authors were thinking. that being said, i’m a hater because i’m a lover, and i wouldn’t be so mad if i didn’t love both these plays

game of thrones

i am sure everyone has heard about how much the ending fucking sucks. from building up the night king to be a badass villain only to kill him in the ass-pulliest way imaginable in one (1) night, to walking back all the character development the characters went through to jon’s heritage being meaningless to having a thus far sympathetic dany snap and burn a city down over literally nothing to jaime and cersei being killed by falling rocks to brandon fucking stark, a character so uninteresting the show forgot about him for a whole season, sitting on the iron throne.

also, euron greyjoy is my favorite character in the books and i’ll never forgive the show for butchering him (i don’t know who the fuck that guy on the screen is, it sure ain’t euron).

one thing that i find fascinating is that it’s literally just the writing that sucks. the costumes are beautiful, the soundtrack is better than the show deserves (thank you ramin djawadi ilu mwah <3), the dragons look great, the actors are doing the best they can. highest production value piece of garbage ever made.

the magnus archives

(little warning bc i’m really mad about this so vitriol ahead. also, i have not listened to the magnus protocol and i’m not sure i ever will)

i yelled about this a lot and i’m ready to yell about this some more!! THIS IS A SEASON 5 HATE BLOG. i’m so serious it’s literally a better podcast if you ignore season 5 and act like MAG 160 is the ending. jonathan ‘the archivist’ sims should’ve had a corruption arc and i will die on this hill, everything E V E R Y T H I N G pointed towards jon becoming a monster and enjoying it. it could’ve been so good!!! instead we got some formulaic bullshit, the concept of (and i cannot stress this enough) parallel universes introduced like three episodes before the ending, and the single shittiest romance i have ever been subjected to. the way martin treats jon is sooo fucking vile and yet the podcast is constantly like aren’t they so cute :) isn’t this soo romantic :) NO IT FUCKING ISN’T. he’s dating his shitty coworker who he doesn’t even like that much why exactly am i supposed to be rooting for this relationship jesus fuck i feel like i’m being gaslit. i don’t just have a notp i genuinely feel like jonmartin ruined the entire thing.

s5 also completely ignored jonah magnus who, apart from being one of the most interesting characters, is THE GUY THE PODCAST WAS NAMED AFTER. but yeah, sure, who cares about him? let's have five more episodes of jon and martin being fundamentally incompatible.

and then there’s the ending where jon is the only one who stands up for what’s right. the podcast tries to act like keeping the fears in their world or releasing the fears are two equally bad choices but the latter is so clearly worse. so clearly the wrong choice to make. AND THEN THEY MAKE THAT TERRIBLE CHOICE FUCK THIS SO MUCH

tma season 5 is one of those cases where you can so clearly see the potential of something that could’ve been so great and they just threw that away AND FOR WHAT

(ok i’m done yelling about this now. just kidding i’ll never be done)

#i am long overdue for a rewatch/reread of some of these #ask

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scorbleeo · 11 months

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TV Show Review: Lockwood & Co.

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In a world plagued by ghosts, three teens band together as paranormal investigators, risking what little they have to unravel a diabolical conspiracy.

Source: Netflix (2023)

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This TV Show Deserved More

Yes, I was aware of the show's cancellation before I watched Lockwood & Co. but what I did not expect was how much I wanted this TV show to be treated right. I have watched enough TV shows to be quite numb when it is cancelled despite the interesting cliffhanger cancelled shows left their audience with. However, upon finishing Lockwood & Co., that emptiness is going nowhere. I know I can always read the books (which I have set my mind to do) but it is not enough.

This was a pretty good supernatural/fantasy family-esque TV show. Sure, Lockwood & Co. did not gain the same traction that shows like The Umbrella Academy or Wednesday received but that does not mean this show is not on the same level as the rest. If only this TV show was given the same marketing opportunities as some other heavily promoted Netflix TV shows, we probably would have given Lockwood & Co. the statistics Netflix needed for a season renewal.

I am not going to deny, episode 1 was boring but definitely essential because afterwards, the show picked up its rhythm and it flowed so smoothly and truth to be told, Lockwood & Co. became quite addictive. The storytelling was a good balance of producing substantial information while still keeping the mystery mysterious. And this show had a good amount of action scenes I thought I would not get when I was just into episode 1. The only thing lacking in Lockwood & Co. was humour but despite its dark themes, this TV show is still considered quite lighthearted so the lack of comedy was fine for me.

I know whatever I say is not going to change the fact that Lockwood & Co. does not have a second season. However, do not forgo this show just because it was cancelled. The 8 episodes we got are worthy.

Rating: ★★★★☆

P.S.: (Ironically) This is the agnostic me praying that the books will give me some form of closure, even if it is just a tiny bit.

#tv show review #lockwood & co.#lockwood & co #lockwood and co #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #george karim #ruby stokes #cameron chapman #ali hadji-heshmati #ali hadji heshmati #netflix

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h0n3yk1tt3n · 5 hours

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The last post full of out of context quotes was getting long as fuck so MORE QUOTES WITH @biscuitbakerbecca LETS GO

•2024 is being a 2020-whore

•Phone a little confused but it got the spirit

•Whatever, writing gay fanfic on the clock in rebellion

•:(((((( Saddy Discord is homophobic

•"I did not have sexual relations with your daughter"

•Goddamn these dads just ain’t daddys

•Why must we have an organ that hates us so

•bby girl the food doesn’t go on the floor

•"Is it lazy of me to not change Jeremy’s parents names between fics or am I just Keeping Consistent"

"I'd call that consistency but that's just bc I'm lazy lmao"

•We don't talk about

Hands

•Apparently so scared I used the wrong “to”

•✨️climate change✨️

•The narrative has a cruel sense of humor

•NO NO ITS TOO LATE FOR ME TO THINK ABOUT AXE LADY

•Money can buy science

•You gave me enough dad feelings by putting him in a coma I'm never gonna recover

•GOD FUCKING DAMMIG

•DAD FEELINGS HAVE ENTERED THE CHAT THANKS BECCA

•Maybe if I pass out while writing I’ll dream up an epic fight scene to write poorly

•L2C Jer is full of rage but Jake still outclasses him in everything

•Pussy before pussy amiright????

•Abracaoof

•Deliberate misgenderers get the stab stab

•Jolly ranchers do not make up for your lack of proper gendering skills peasant

•THE WILDERNESS IS PLOTTING AGAINST YOU

•MICHAEL MELL DID YOU MANIFEST AS THE BUG I JUST KILLED???

•MY GOD BECCA WHOS NEXT

•i am not beating the angstlord allegations

•man i traumatized you so bad you blocked out the memory

•I love shoving customers under the sink

•fr we both took our childhood hyperfixations and went "what if blorbo" and just ran with it

•Like dude you just made a pez dispenser for your spider jizz

•…sighed is a word last I checked

•Idk what to put on the shoes

•I was hoping Jeremy would stab him

•American English is so dumb sometimes. No, I'm gonna spell cancelled with two Ls. I'm gonna spell worshipped with two Ps. SHUT UP ITS GREY OK MISS ME WITH THAT GRAY SHIT

•You only know how to write caffeine addicted hero Jeremy, I only know how to write overprotective nearing the point of obsession Michael

•Scraped out of it with tinnitus and ptsd BUT STILL

•So what I'm hearing is they're switches

•I want Jeremy to fight people all the time the man has so much rage in such a sick Victorian child body

•Why did I think you lived with six people

•Mother nature is smokin some shit

•Discord are you smoking the same shit mother nature is

•Oh GOD ITS ACCUMULATING

•Twinkie: Lol

•Tbf this goes way too hard to be in a fast food drive thru

•Sex On A School Night WOULD be an awesome band name

•Fae portal closed before everyone could go thru

•Bitch ass tic tac

#out of context quotes

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Hazbin Hotel (masterlist 1)

Video Clips

Vaggie backstory

Alastor first cussing at Lucifer

Lucifer and Charlie’s call

Lucifer meeting Vaggie

Charlie and Vaggie More Than Anything duet

Nifty killing Adam

Alastor and Adam fight

Charlie and Vaggie acting like a married couple

I am going to f you

Out For Love plus its intro

Analysis

The first time Charlie was so scared she couldn’t speak or move

Alastor not even looking at Charlie in this scene

Lucifer treating Vaggie as part of the family

Why it makes sense Vaggie is a fallen angel

Implications of Vaggie and Charlie’s meeting scene

You left the band to try for a solo career

Implications of Adam naming Vaggie

Why Vaggie fell for Charlie

Lucifer possibly standing outside the hotel for an hour

Why each character is lovable

Each person’s most likely room at the hotel/ outside of the new hotel

Whatever It Takes making sense now

Vaggie covering the x on her eye when she first met Lucifer

Some episode 8 stuff

Some more stuff on episode 8 and 7

Alastor trusting Charlie with his microphone

Vaggie’s wings being a symbol of her love for Charlie

Vox only being genuinely interested in Alastor

Vaggie is the sword Charlie is the armor

Lute and Adam’s love

Vaggie smiling when Adam got stabbed

Little things noticed on rewatch

Lute seeing it as a mercy to die rather than see the one you care about most die

Charlie being Vaggie’s shield

Why Lucifer showed up late

Nifty dying from a lobotomy

Vaggie’s identity revolving around Charlie

Charlie and Vaggie’s relationship being built on the first moment

Why the Vees power grab isn’t a threat

Lute and Adam being comfortable around each other

Charlie letting her walls down around Vaggie

Vaggie’s flaw being her compassion

Vaggie having a spear vs Lute having a sword

Charlie first seeing Vaggie’s wings

Headcannons

Vaggie most likely having the highest kill count in the hotel

Vaggie having back pain from were she lost her wings

Vaggie not wanting redemption to stay with Charlie

Vaggie being like a chihuahua

Vaggie being ready to fight everyone

Angels having different kinds of wings and halos

Lute waiting for an opportunity to get rid of Vaggie cause she liked her

Little Things

Vaggie tearing her uniform to be able to use her wings

Vaggie glaring at Husk for pointing out Charlie’s daddy issues

Incorrect Quotes

Adam saying he made Vaggie

If someone handed you a box full of things you lost in your life

Vaggie and Lucifer hating Alastor

Saving it for marriage

Why are you two smiling

My future partner

I’m signing you up for ALL the therapy programs

My hands are cold

BATTLE CANCELED WE’VE GOT A BABY ON THE FIELD

So what!?

I love you so much I would kill for you

Charlie yeeted you into heaven

She’s definitely a sinner

Adoption Papers. You’re being adopted. Please sign here

Wanna try again

We have so much in common

A CHILD?

Fight me

Angel has been extra annoying lately

Fuck I want to die

Is that paperwork

please uh strange demon lady don’t cry

This one’s fake

I’m gonna wife her

Odette, Clara, and Vaggie incorrect quotes

uhm carmilla. I think your daughters got sent to hell

Turns out I can be killed

That’s funking rough buddy

You bandaged my eye socket babe. That’s close enough

Clara Carmine where’s your sister

What tis updog

Lucifer and Alastor fighting

Additionally

Some headcannons

Fanfics

##my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife

Accidentally in Love || prologue

Vaggie in Charlie’s jacket

Vaggie trying to be as quiet as poss when crying

Vee’s masterlist

Velvette x Carmilla’s youngest daughter

emira_addams | masterlist

Velvett with a fallen angel

Velvett x reader headcannons

Velvett and Carmilla

Velvett x female model reader

Lute x reader mating season headcannons

saphir93 | Adam x Lute chapter 1 / chapter 2

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bex2313 · 1 year

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can you please make your cold call drabble a fic?? I need it in my life.

Wow, I never thought that would become as popular as it has? I can't commit to making it a whole fic, but I did write a continuation. Exclusively in text messages. Will I write more? Maybe. It depends on how frustrating the end of the semester gets. But for now, here's another little piece of this story. (And if you want this to make sense, here's part 1)

Tuesday 1:22 pm PST

310-555-4639

Hi Luke, this is Julie Molina!

773-555-4357

doesn’t seem like you had time for more than a quick look at your calendar. sure you’re ready to make plans? 😉

Julie:

Lol yep! I’m free every day next week.

Just let me know what works for you!

Luke:

how about monday night?

instead of coffee we could get ice cream?

Julie:

That sounds perfect! I love ice cream!

Plus there’s a fantastic old-timey ice cream shop near my apartment

Luke:

cool. meet there around 7?

Julie:

Can we say 7:30? Traffic.

Luke:

definitely. 7:30. send me the address?

Julie:

You got it. I can’t wait!!

Wednesday 9:17 am PST

Luke:

so jules

i was thinking about our plans

Julie:

Yeah?

You’re not changing your mind, right?

Luke:

no way!!!

not what i was thinking

actually the opposite

Julie:

The opposite of?

Luke:

opposite of canceling

can i steal 2 nights of your week?

Julie:

Depends. What for?

Luke:

so you can meet the guys

maybe that’s dumb

but they’re my people

i want to meet flynn too

and carlos

and anyone else

since you and i are already friends, our friends should be friends

or something

idk alex worded it better

maybe this is a bad idea

nevermind

Julie:

No, I love it!

I’ve been dying to meet the guys, anyway

So, does this mean they’re getting ice cream with us?

Or is ice cream just us and we’re doing something else with them?

Luke:

how about ice cream just us, then we get drinks as a group another night?

willie’s bartending on wednesday at some underground club in los feliz called jumeluf.

it’s a dumb name but the band is supposed to be excellent

according to willie

Julie:

My brother’s mentioned that place. I’m in!

Luke:

cool i’ll see you then

well, after i see you before

i’ll see you mobfay

**mondst

**MOONDAY

ugh you know what i mean

Julie:

lol yeah I do. I’ll see you Monday!

Thursday 7:52 pm PST

Luke:

so there’s something i didn’t consider

about any outings without lila

i won’t have a car in la

because mine’s in chicago

Julie:

Oh, I didn’t think about that

Do you want me to pick you up? I don’t mind!

You’ll just need to give me your hotel info

Luke:

nah i can borrow reggie’s car

but he said he has to meet you first

because he’s an idiot

is that okay?

Julie:

Sure! I don’t care!

So drinks on Monday? Or ice cream with everyone?

Luke:

drinks monday if that’s cool

flynn can come too

for safety or whatever

although i promise me and the guys are cool

but bobby says his sister would never meet a group of guys without a friend

especially not in a bar

for safety

but also i want to meet her

i can’t remember if she was coming anyway

Julie:

Yeah, I asked her but she was busy on Wednesday.

She’s free Monday, though!

That sounds great!

Will Willie be working?

Luke:

yup!

he’s working mon-thurs at jumeluf, this weird artsy bar

then fri-sat he’s teaching painting with a twist classes

so the only way i’ll get to meet him is if we go to his work

since i’m working during the day while he’s not

tho we did facetime once with alex

Julie:

Cool! Yeah, I wanted to meet him too, so that’s perfect!

And Flynn has just agreed with Bobby’s sister

“No woman with half a brain meets a group of strange guys in a bar they’ve never been to without their best friend sitting two tables away drinking water, carrying binoculars, and armed with pepper spray and/or a knife.”

She will have both, by the way.

A small knife, but a knife.

Luke:

should i be worried for our safety??

Julie:

Definitely not!

Flynn’s protective, but not unnecessarily violent

She won’t hurt you if you’re not a threat

And I’m trusting you not to be

You don’t seem like the type

Luke:

cool

so long as we’re all still alive and not in the er by the end of the night

Julie:

Perf! It’ll be great!

Friday 8:33 pm PST

Luke:

what’s the weather like in la right now

it’s so cold here i’ve forgotten how to dress for warmer temps

Julie:

Oh, it’s a little chilly. Mid 60s mostly this week

I’ve been wearing cardigans over my dresses for a while

Not that I can think of a men’s clothing equivalent to that outfit

But that’s been my solution.

What did the boys say?

Luke:

they rolled their eyes and then ignored me

Julie:

Well, what do you normally wear in LA at this time of year?

I’m sure that would be fine.

Luke:

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

Not sure your boss will want you working in a cutoff band tee

That *is* you middle-left, correct?

Luke:

yup! how’d you know?

Julie:

Lucky guess, mostly. It was the vibe

Plus I saw the blond guy at Eats N Beats, so I assume he’s Alex

Process of elimination from there.

You’ve talked about how in love with his fancy red bass Reggie is

And there’s something in Bobby’s face…

He doesn’t look quite as obsessed with music as you

Still like a nice guy, but not crazed enough to be you

Luke:

ouch

i’m not crazed

but also you are completely right

alex would be laughing at me right now

saying if even the girl i talk to once a month knows, there’s something wrong with me.

Julie:

I guess it’s good they’re ignoring you

But Flynn and I are about to walk into the theater

Talk to you later!

Saturday 10:26 am PST

Luke:

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

You got snow!!!! I’m so jealous!!!

I’ve never seen snow in person before!

Luke:

no way!! snow was such a common part of my childhood

i’ve got so many fun snow day memories

one year, we got out of school for three whole days for snow

reggie stayed with us for a couple days and we built snowmen and a fort and drank cocoa

mom made us matching scarves.

bright red, so we would stand out in the snow

Julie:

Awww, that’s so sweet!

Do you still have it?

And will you build a snowman this morning?

Julie sent a gif

Luke:

lol i’ve never seen frozen, but i’m definitely more anna than elsa

and no, i don’t have time for a snowman today

i’ve gotta take mom’s car to the shop and then pick up some groceries

confirm that mrs. callahan is still coming tuesday morning

run to the pharmacy to refill mom’s prescriptions

and pack for la

but man would i love to build a snowman instead

Julie:

I guess you don’t have time for a snow angel either

Too bad!

I’ve always wanted to make a snow angel

Luke:

snow angels take way less time

i’ll try to fit one in

Julie:

Whether you get a snow angel in or not, make sure you get the essentials done

And then get some rest!

Can’t have you too tired to hang out when you get to town!

Luke:

never

i’ll get everything done and sleep on the plane if i have to

i’m too excited to meet you

Julie:

😊

Same

Saturday 4:32 pm PST

Luke:

Luke sent a photo

Julie:

You did it!!! So fun!!!

I hope you get some good rest now!

And maybe drink some hot cocoa?

Luke:

i went with coffee, actually

but yeah, more fun than I remember

and now i’m resting-ish

Julie:

Ish?

Luke:

i’m resting. and also doing something else

Julie:

Is that something relaxing and restful?

Luke:

i’m working on a song

Julie:

So no.

Luke!

Get your thoughts down and then put the notebook away and watch a movie or something

Luke:

i hear you. but also

i want it to be done so the boys and i can try it out

Julie:

I’m sure they’ll help you write it if you let them!

Just think about it!

Travel is the opposite of restful

So rest while you can!

Luke:

i’ll try

Julie:

That’s all I ask!

Sunday 6:37 am PST

Julie:

Julie sent a photo

I know you’re probably not awake yet, but the sunrise was beautiful this morning

I had to share it with someone, and Flynn is sick of my sunrise obsession

Sunday 8:21 am PST

Luke:

dude that’s stunning

i love that

good morning!

in 12ish hours i’ll be on a plane to la

Julie:

You’re coming in today?

I thought you’ll arrive tomorrow

Luke:

we’re getting in just after midnight.

lila’s big on night travel, apparently

Julie:

Oooh

I never travel at night

You’ll have to let me know how it goes!

Luke:

you got it, boss!

Sunday 7:15 pm PST

Luke:

headed to the airport! be in la in about five hours

773-555-4468:

Thanks for the text. Be safe, Luke!

773-555-4865:

yaass cant wait to see you

i call dibs on picking you up at the airport

773-555-4468:

We’re all picking him up at the airport

619-555-2583:

Actually I cant make it

Dad called a family meeting

In SD

But Ill be back in the morning

Luke:

technically none of you are picking me up at the airport.

lila hired a car service to take us to the hotel

but you can get me from the hotel

Julie:

Have a safe trip, Luke! Can’t wait to see you!

773-555-4865:

…

hi random stranger

773-555-4468:

Reggie! Don’t be rude!

That’s Julie, right? Are you Julie?

Julie:

lol yep, that’s me!

Reggie:

julie are you a serial killer

Luke:

REG

no jules isn’t a serial killer

be chill!

773-555-4468:

Sorry about him. Reggie’s got a good heart. He’s just… Reggie

You’ll understand when you meet him.

I’m Alex

Julie:

No worries hahaha! My best friend would probably react the same way

But more intense, actually

And no, I’m not a serial killer

Reggie:

alex im wounded

dont make me come in there and fight you

619-555-2583:

Noooooooo wait to fight him till I come home

Ive got money on Reg winning but I have to have video proof

Alex:

You bet Reggie would beat me in a fight?!?

Guess he’s not the only one I’ll be fighting this week, Robert

Bobby:

If it makes you feel better Willies got complete confidence in you

Alex:

…

It does, actually. Thank you.

Luke:

we’re boarding in ten minutes

but apparently i have to do work now

so i’m turning off my phone

talk to you later

and please stop blowing up julie’s phone

Reggie:

oh right sorry julie

see you tomorrow

Julie:

No worries!! I’m excited to meet you all!

Monday, 12:32 am PST

Luke:

just got in to lax

we’re at baggage claim and then we’ll head to the hotel

address is 5249 W Century Blvd

its the la quinta

Alex:

Thanks! We’re headed that way now!

Julie:

Glad you made it safe!

Monday, 1:17 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

evidence that I *did* in fact pick up luke at the airport

except we were at the hotel already

but you know what i mean

Bobby:

Duuuudeee some of us are trying to sleep

Reggie:

thats what do not disturb is for

Alex:

I hate to say it, but he’s kind of right.

But also, why are we texting pictures to people who all saw the thing in person??

Reggie:

julie didnt

Bobby:

*cough cough*

Reggie:

neither did bobby

Bobby:

Thanks

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 1:44 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 2:01 am PST

Reggie:

Reggie sent a photo

Monday, 6:13 am PST

Julie:

Looks like you guys had a fun night!

I hope you all got some sleep!

I’m expecting four wide-awake musicians at a bar tonight!

#juke #julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #text fic

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day 4 of @johann-appreciation-week! today is a Little Fang fic. to those who may not know, Little Fang is a goth rock band au. the band, Little Fang, consists of Lup as lead singer, Kravitz as main guitar, Johann as bassist, Sloane as the keyboardist, and Ren as the drums. Avi is a gaming streamer who moves into the Fangs' house unknowing of their popularity.

you can also read this on ao3 <3

“I can’t go on there, Sloane.”

The cracks in the concrete steps outside the venue could swallow Johann up if they wanted to. Staring right into the mysterious, dark depths, he hopes that they do.

“You don’t have to. I’ll cover for you,” Sloane says. She is sitting right next to Johann, long legs bent awkwardly on those concrete steps. She knows she sounds stupid when she says something like that, but it doesn’t stop her from saying it.

Johann hangs his head down and runs his fingers through his scalp. He wants to pull out his curls and disappear right there. “I’m almost desperate enough to believe you can do something like that.”

“Wow, you didn’t even call me an asshole this time. You must be really stressed.”

“I am!! I am and I hate it,” Johann stomps the heel of his boot against a small pebble on one of the concrete steps. He realizes immediately how ugly and childish it must look to see a grown man stomping against the ground like that. He crosses his arms over his chest and growls to himself. “I feel like, fuck, I feel the same way I did on our first show. That’s fucked up, isn’t it?”

The sharp features of Sloane’s face soften under the warm, incessantly buzzing light bulb from above the venue’s doorway. Johann thinks he might just claw her face off for daring to give him that look. Which is dumb, of course, Sloane’s his friend. That fact is so apparent when she hands him a braided, leather necklace cord. It’s a ritual the two of them started, way back in their beginning years. When Johann had these fits more openly.

Sloane fiddles with the buttons of her fingerless gloves, saying, “Johann, if you’re feeling that bad, we can delay the show. No one’s going to shoot you for it.”

“No, no, we can’t,” Johann shakes his head and bites on the cord, shaking and biting it real hard in hopes that it’ll get all the anxious energy out of him, “I can’t delay the show because I’m… acting up, or whatever.”

“What’s bothering you this time, then?”

Explaining it would feel like needles being jabbed through his tongue. The light above them beats down on Johann’s skin and exposes him to the dark, lively night waiting to tear him apart. Still, he has to say something. Has to explain himself and be vulnerable again. Isn't that just the best part of having bandmates?

“It’s… everything,” Johann hisses out. “It’s the buzzing of electricity, the smell of alcohol and weed mixed with sweaty leather, bright lights and the taste of my own mouth and the sound of my own bass and it’s— it's him. I know, it’s stupid, I haven’t had these issues with our venues in, like, forever, but— something about the stress and everything about it is killing me and making me even more sensitive—”

“Wait a minute,” Sloane says. Her voice is stern and curt. “Who’s ‘him’?”

Oh, great. Johann stares at the cracks in the concrete steps even more intensely than before. “It’s nothing. I don’t know why I said that. Let’s go on stage.”

“No, now you have to tell me. Who the hell can make you act like this?”

“It’s not just him! I’m not that pathetic. It really is the whole sensory thing, but it’s— it’s also, ugh, the idea that this is the first time he’s going to what we are and what I’m singing about and he’s gonna act so different around me I can tell he will and I don’t want Avi to do that— wait, fuck.”

“Oh. This is about Avi, huh?”

There it is.

Johann throws himself up onto his feet, almost falling off the stairs. He can almost imagine the scene: Little Fangs’ Rockport show cancelled after the bassist eats absolute shit on concrete and completely smashes his teeth to bits while freaking out over his roommate who wears cat-ear headphones finding out they actually were, in fact, a popular band and not some garage project anymore. Yeah, that would make headlines.

Thankfully, Johann catches himself, and swiftly tosses that thought away to head towards the door. “Forget I said anything. I’m not thinking straight. Let’s just go out there and pretend nothing happened, okay?”

Sloane doesn’t get up. She just sits there and cranes her neck to the side to stare at him with furrowed brows and a knowing look in her eye. “If you want that, that’s fine by me, but that just means you’re gonna have to confront this fear of yours head on without any good advice,” she says.

Johann could say something terribly mean about the quality of Sloane’s advice. He almost does. Like a cornered cat, ready to scratch and bite at the one offering safety. He does manage to keep his mouth shut and forces himself to stay put and listen to Sloane.

“Finally. Look, I don’t entirely get what your relationship is with Avi right now. I think it’s obvious, though, that our last few rehearsals have had a new song with lyrics that are so infuriatingly clear it’s about him that it’s been driving me insane that no one else in the band has mentioned it! The fact that it’s taken him this long to recognize it means he might not even realize it now.” Sloane stresses her words very carefully, saying her assurances in a way that don’t necessarily mock anyone, but clearly voices her frustration. Johann’s a little envious of her ability to do that.

“But if he does manage to get the meaning through his skull in this performance, well, what’s the problem? He gets it and he asks you about it after the show. You two talk it out, make out, whatever,” Sloane says, smirking at that last part. “What’s the big deal?”

“Well, um… Avi’s just been a little afraid of what would happen if this whole thing got out, y’know? If that’s gonna change how people interact with us. If it’ll change our relationship.” Johann’s hands are trembling and he runs the toe of his black boots against the cracks of the stairs, but a weight is lifted off his shoulders when he says this. “He barely listens to our rehearsals, you know that. He’s gonna listen when we’re up there, though. That’s always how it’s been with him.”

Sloane sighs and kicks herself up onto her feet. Her long hair sways gently in spring’s night breeze. “If this is such an issue for you guys, then why did you write that song? Why did you pitch it to the band? Why did you go through all of this if this is freaking both of you out?” she asks.

“I didn’t know this was an issue for him when I did it. He brought it up when I had already written it all. He assumed I felt the same, when it’s barely an issue for me! I’ve already had my share of dating drama with Kravitz and Brian—” Johann stops himself to raise his hands to his head and take a few deep breaths. “And… and I can’t just give up that song. I can’t give up the things I write anymore. I’m done with doing that. Isn’t that what you guys begged for me to start doing last year?”

“Not if you think it’ll stress your boyfriend out so badly,” Sloane groans and rubs the bridge of her nose. Johann has to try and stifle the immediate, instinctual refusal he’s had towards the word ‘boyfriend’ for quite some time, because really, what else could they possibly be at this point? “But I guess you got a point. It’s not even a guarantee anyone other than people who are in our circle will figure it out. I shouldn’t beat you up over that.”

Johann doesn’t smoke much anymore, but suddenly he finds himself craving one. “I think it’s less the idea of random crowds figuring out our relationship and more just the whole idea of me… making this whole thing real. By immortalizing my feelings in song. Sending it out into the world. I can’t take that back, you know?” he says. His voice grows a little louder as he throws his head back for some more air, “Our relationship is here now and I’m shoving it out there! Nothing can fall through the cracks once I get on that damn stage.”

As he says that, both Johann and Sloane’s phones buzz in their pockets. Few minutes left ‘til the show starts. Lup’s probably freaking out. Johann thinks he might collapse then and there. “It’s too late to be quiet now, huh?” Johann mutters to himself. “Just gotta suck it up and get up there.”

Sloane bites the inside of her cheek, nice and hard. The two stand next to each other in silence, only the drone of the light bulb above them, and their ragged breaths. Eventually, she says, “You’re right, dude, it might be too late to be quiet now. You might’ve backed yourself into a corner this time.”

“Haha, very comforting.”

Sloane ignores the sarcasm and places her hand on Johann’s shoulder. It’s light enough on his body that it doesn’t make all his senses go haywire, like they usually do when someone touches him in this state. “That just means you gotta get it together and play louder. Get onstage and really put your heart out for him. Show him that you’re not afraid to put the truth of you two out there. Someone’s got to be brave. Be brave for him.”

Johann doesn’t feel brave. Not when the world feels like it’s attacking him, not when there’s a restless energy filling him to the brim and waiting to burst out in some ugly fashion. Not when he’s so scared of Avi’s reaction.

But… oh, how powerful Johann feels when he’s onstage. Where the noises and voices of the plenty drown under his own loud music. Johann can be brave there, if nowhere else.

“Or, um, whatever. I don’t know. I’m not built for this kind of talk,” Sloane says, playing with the ends of her hair.

“No, you’re right,” Johann says with a shaky breath. His heart is pounding in his ears, the light bulb is audibly flickering, and the cracks on the ground seem so much larger. “You’re right, Sloane. So, let's tear that stage up.”

Everything is so loud, but Johann can get louder.

#johann appreciation week #taz balance #taz johann #taz sloane #johavi #little fang au #my writing

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