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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Random Headcanons About Baby Roy:

Warning/s: addiction, addiction mention, drugs, alcohol mention

A/N: I think about Baby Roy all the time, lol. I just love them. I thought some fun headcanons would be nice :) Based on these headcanons and this fic series!

Baby loves screamo. Anything and everything screamo. Also any alternative artist! The more raunchy, the better. Any car or room they're in, they're listening to it or humming it or playing it in their headphones. Everyone's come to expect it and ignore it as best they can. Especially Karl and Frank, they hate it. Gerri just shrugs. it's not hurting you or anyone else, leave it be

It absolutely drives Connor insane, especially when you and Roman gang up on him and recite verses. Roman doesn't love your music, but it's so worth it to watch your other siblings cringe and get all uncomfortable

"That d*ick tastes like yankee candl-" I love Ashnikko lol

"Y/n, please."

"You wanna hear a so-"

"No."

Baby unironically plays Where's My Juul?? by Lil Mariko in front of Connor who has no idea what a juul actually is lol

Baby has a wicked sweet tooth. Kendall's been sneaking them candy since they were little, but it seems like you always have something sweet. A lollipop, gumballs, gummy bears, etc.

"You'll get a cavity."

"This is my one vice, let me be."

Shiv is always holding out her hand for whatever you've got. She doesn't ask, she just expects it. You never mind, it's nice to share with her. Besides, it makes her feel like a little kid, too

Baby loves gory movies. Growing up, when all the kids were together, they'd have movie night. When it was your turn, you always chose the goriest thing you could find. Rome would sit with his hands over his eyes and Connor would hold a pillow, But you, Ken, and Shiv would be totally into it

"Just wait! His head gets ripped off!"

"This can't be appropriate."

Baby is actually very smart. Despite all the partying, their grades were perfect. Logan had no need to worry. Maybe you weren't showing up to class, but you were there for tests and that's all that mattered. You throw your intelligence in your brothers faces

"Can you even spell egotistical?"

You make endless jokes about your sobriety that none of them like except for Roman. The others shoot daggers at you with a look that says "not funny" You think it's funny though, and that's all that matters

"I'll be at the bar, you guys chat. Kidding! I was kidding, jeez."

"Does anyone else need a strong drink right about now?"

"They say the food is like crack, but I know crack and this isn't that."

"I used to take handfuls of pills to this song. Now look at me, I've become a monster."

Connor is horrified. Every time you say anything, he's speechless. Shiv gets very serious and Kendall spirals, but Rome likes it. If you can't joke about it, what good is it?

Baby has lots of tattoos and piercings. It's the only socially acceptable way to self harm that isn't drugs and alcohol. Logan hates them and Connor thinks they're unsightly, but you don't really care. Gerri always wants to see the new ones you got, though she prefers they be covered up in the office

"I like that one, that one's very cute."

"Thanks, Mommy."

She hates when you call her that. For you, your and Gerri's relationship, it's not at all sexual like it is with Roman. She is genuinely your mother figure. She is warm and caring and only wants the best from you. She can always tell when things are getting bad again

"Oh honey, you don't look so good."

"Mommy, I don't feel so good."

She really does love you. Someone has to. She knows your mother and Logan don't. Someone has to be there for you

Both Karl and Frank are afraid of you. Between the music, the addictions, the tattoos, the piercings, everything is intimidating to them. You're not competing like your siblings, that scares them the most. You want nothing to do with the company

"Think they're rabid?"

"Might be."

You love it, the way they always back away when you get too close, like you're demonic or infected

Baby, I think, would write a lot. Not just your feelings, which are so hard to put into words, but good things that happened, reasons to stay sober

You have a notebook or something that they use to write in. You've brought it to every rehab you've ever been to and constantly reread it over and over. No one knows about it, and if they notice, they don't bring it up. It's yours

Reasons To Stay Sober: Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv, Rome. Connor, Kendall, Shiv. . .

You have a sobriety birthday and every month you bake a cake. It always turns out shitty, lopsided, and burned and runny at the same time, but decorating it makes you feel like a kid again

You're always wearing your siblings clothes. You're always stealing someone's jacket or socks or shirt or sweater. You like it. It makes you feel close to them

They've just come to expect it

"You look better in that shirt than I do, keep it."

"I was going to anyways."

You have those moments of deep regret and embarrassment and self-consciousness that always end up in tears, but your siblings are there to pick up the pieces

Connor especially will just hold you as long as you need and listen to everything you have to get out

You feel so deeply sorry for hurting them and scaring them so much. You just wanted it to stop. You wanted not to he angry anymore

They tell you they understand, but you know they don't. Not really. They can't unless they've felt the way you have

Baby falls asleep on all the siblings. Even Roman will let them get away with it, but no one else. You snuggle into them and have the best sleep of your life

"Quit moving."

"Don't use me as a pillow, then."

You get away with (mostly) everything because you're their baby and they love you so much. They love you so much it's gross

Connor still prides himself on the way he raised you. There were bumps in the road, but you ended up perfect. Absolutely perfect

They all pride themselves on how they raised you. It wasn't always good, they weren't always there, but they're making up for all that now. Logan is gone. Slowly they're breaking the cycle, for you and for them

Things will get better. You've hit rock bottom so many times and always found a way out. This is that. This is your out

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hee0soo · 9 months

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5 Times Chan got tricked into resting

Hiding the LapTop

During their Maniac World Tour, there were multiple instances where Jisoo has had enough of her leader overworking himself and avoiding sleep like the plague.

That´s why when they were told that one of the hotels made a mistake with their booking and she didn´t have her own room, Chan immediately volunteered to share his!

A mistake he soon came to realize after they got back from the concert venue.

In the car he had already admitted to some of the members that he would be taking a shower and then work on some songs.

Jisoo was one of those members who heard but she stayed silent. A plan to prevent that from happening already in the making!

It was already way past 1 a.m after all!

And that´s how the female found herself sitting on the shared bed, watching as the Aussie was collecting his things to shower and wash up.

As soon as the bathroom door closed, Jisoo jumped up from where she was sitting, almost falling from the bed in the process, to grab the laptop bag + equipment.

She knew that she didn´t have much time as the leader wasn´t know to take long showers.

Looking around the room to see if there was anywhere she could hide the bag but came up empty. It was just too obvious to hide it in the room.

Sneaking out of the room, she ran down the hallway to knock on the other Aussies door. If there was anyone who would help her, it was 100% Felix!

The other 00-liner agreed without hesitation and Jisoo quickly ran back to her own room.

She managed to get back to her spot on the bed, now pretending to scroll through her phone, just as the bath room door opened again.

Chan put his things away and went to get the now hidden laptop.

When he couldn´t find it, his eyes fell immediately on the dancer on the bed.

“Celine?” he said carefully. “Tell me where it is and I might spare your life!”

Jisoo swallowed gently. Oh damn, the government name!

“What do you mean?”

Chan sighed. He knew that Jisoo wasn´t going to tell him anything and she had to hide a snort when a message appeared in the group chat.

Has anyone seen my laptop? –sent 1:23a.m

Whining

Jisoo had learned quickly after befriending Chan that it didn´t take much to fold when she started to whine a little.

It wasn´t that she used this ability a lot, mostly when one of the other members had done something to warrant the leaders anger, but sometimes she used it to her own favor.

They had a rule established in the dorm. If there was a movie night planned, nobody was allowed to cancel on short notice! But often times Chan still tried to sway his members into letting him go to the company.

Not on her watch!

“Noooo! It´s movie night!” Making her voice waver a little to get the point across, Jisoo watched as the eldest member froze on his way out the front door.

Dressed in a hoodie, beanie on his head to hide the freshly washed curls and ready to go.

“Soo-ah I got work to-“

“The studio won´t burn down just because you spend one night in front of a TV with us!”

Several members tried to stifle their laugh as they watched their leader lose every will to fight against the pout he was met with from his second youngest maknae.

“But I-“

“Oppaaa, please don´t go…”

Defeated, he removed his shoes and sauntered over to sit with the members but was ultimately dragged to the girl’s side where she clung onto him like a baby koala.

Locking him out

Dance practice was always hard and ultimately something the groups spend a lot of time on. So it wasn´t surprising that every stayed quite late on those days.

And it didn´t surprise anyone that 3Rache planned to go to the studio when they were done. The thing was just that Danceracha and Vocalracha all were sure that the Producers looked ready to drop dead right where they were.

As the remaining 6 members looked at each other they formed a silent plan.

While the dancers and vocalists were distracting 3Racha, Jisoo was tasked with “getting them all Water”.

The mission she was on however was a little different.

She wasn´t a genius when it came to technology but ATEEZ´s Wooyoung had one told her that he played a prank on his leader where he changed the PIN to open the studio door, preventing him from entering for 3 days.

Jisoo didn´t do this to play a prank on the producer, they wanted them to rest and take care of themselves and if the rest of them had to help a little with that then so be it!

So after shooting the other a quick text, asking how she could do that, she tried her best. And succeeded!

Walking back inside the practice room with the water bottles to not seem suspicious, they ended their break and continued practicing some more.

The moment came where everyone prepared to go home while Chan, Changbin and Jisung walked out and towards the studio.

They were more than peeved when they realized that entering would not be an option tonight and since it was late at night the option of the technical support was also not on the table!

It was Minho however who texted the 3 leaders from the car that they would be getting the PIN as soon as they had gotten enough rest. The rest of the members being the judge on how much was enough!

Cuddles

It was a known fact to Stays and the members that Jisoo was cuddle bug number 2, right after Felix!

The girl didn´t have a problem being called that and rather embraced the name.

So when they returned to Korea after being in Japan for a few days, they got a day off to recharge before their schedule was packed again. Jisoo was surprised to find her leader sitting on their couch the next morning instead of having already left.

“You´re still here?”

Chan looked at the disheveled looking female with a small smile.

“Hmm, Changbinie is still taking a shower so I’m waiting for him.”

Jisoo hummed in acknowledgement and crawled over the side of the couch to hide her face in the Australians chest, arms wrapping around his middle to bask in his warmth a little more before she would have to let go.

“Aigoo, Soo-ah. Are you still tired hm?”

Not minding the subtle teasing in his tone, she just nodded.

The girl could feel the pull of sleepiness dragging her back to dreamland.

She the noise of Changbin joining them in the living room and instead focused on the feeling of Chans fingers drawing little figures on her arm!

“Ready to go, Hyung?”

The leader could already feel the hold around him tighten at the bare mention of having to let go any moment and instead of fighting against it, he decided to indulge Jisoos cuddle attack for once and stay home!

Refusing to go home

Jisoo was sneaky and Chan knew that! It was one of the reasons why he hoped that her and his sister Hannah would NEVER be left alone in a room together…

But this new technique of her to make him go home was something even he wasn´t prepared for.

Instead of trying to talk him into going home, she sat with him, refusing to go home and instead force herself to stay awake alongside him.

More than one he had caught her nodding off and flinch awake again but she refused to go.

Admitting defeat for her sake, he saved the song he was working on and turned his chair towards her.

“Is this how you get your way with Joong-ah too?” he snorted.

Jisoo shrugged, seemingly nonchalant, glad that the darkness in the studio could hide the flush on her face enough to be unnoticeable.

“I don´t need to convince him to do anything, I just-“

“NO! I don´t want to hear it!”

The cackle she let out at his reaction would follow him in his dreams for a while.

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secretwriterpp · 1 year

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Angel voice

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Reader. Karaoke night with friends.

***this is officially my first fic! I had this story in my mind for so long, I had to write it. I’m not even a good writer and English is my second language, so I’m sorry if it’s a tough read. No beta , I don’t know anyone who could help me with this , any volunteers ? ***

Warnings: RPF. Just friendships. A little flirting. I guess … two idiots falling in love.

For the last few months , you always walked hand in hand with your new bestie Sarah. The friendship was new, but it was intense. You met her on the set of an amazing indie film. She was the main character and you were the supporting one. It was a movie about a love story between two inspiring women. Loving Sarah on screen and in real life was easy, it felt like you knew her your whole life.

Tonight was no different, your hand into hers , you walked on the sidewalk together with some of her closest friends. Oscar and Elvira were walking behind you whispering sweet nothings to each other while Pedro was the leader of the pack , goofing around , pretending to be in an action movie , hiding from imaginary bad guys. The little group of friends kindly accepted you as the new member of their pack as soon as Sarah introduced you to them. Since you just recently moved to NYC, it was great to have people you could count on.

You were lost in your thoughts , feeling the warmth of the summer breeze on your face and bare shoulders. Only hearing the buzzing sounds of the city. You were having a hard time realizing how lucky you were to have them, to be exactly where you wanted to be with your acting career, you felt really emotional at that moment. Maybe it was the fatigue from the long days on set or maybe it was the effect of Sarah’s earlier questionable concoctions she called her special drinks , but you could cry. You were so lost in your own head that you jumped when you heard Elvira joyous exclamation.

- YEEEES! Come on guys! It’s been a hot minute since we humiliated ourselves properly!

You heard Pedro hum a barely perceptible « oh nooooo » while he formed a fake gun with his hand and pretended to shoot himself. You snapped out of your thoughts and looked at what Elvira was so excited about. You were pleased to see that is was a karaoke bar.

Only Sarah knew that you were a good singer. She called you her soft angel when you sang for her on set. Your favorite Pink Floyd songs were the soundtrack of your blooming friendship. Truth is , you tried to succeed as a singer/songwriter a few years ago, but it just didn’t happen. It was for the best though, now you knew it. After realizing you would probably never be a recording artist , you decided to focus on your acting career and it paid off.

When you entered the bar , it was very noisy, a mix of people singing and other simply screeching , people cheering and others having animated conversations. Elvira was fast to find you guys a place to sit. She knew she had to move fast so Pedro wouldn’t have a good reason to convince them to leave and escape his worst nightmare. It wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like Karaoke, he didn’t want to sing and he didn’t want other people to butchered all of his favorite songs . He mimicked his best suffering expression when the girl on stage started to sing sweet home Alabama with her shrieking voice.

You guys were seated in a big white U shaped bench wrapped around an oval table , perfect to accommodate your little group. You were squished between Sarah and Pedro who were having a deep conversation about the last movie they saw together. You were not complaining , being with them was so much fun and you had to admit that being so close to Pedro was not bad either. Since you met him, you had a little crush on him. Nothing serious, nothing you would tell him about , it was just a fun little game to flirt with him. And oh boy was he a flirt. The little smiles he did when you spoke about your recent projects, the way his eyes just lingered on your mouth, his hands touching your skin every chance he get, followed with a cute wink when your eyes would meet his. It was nothing your brain said , but the butterflies in your stomach made you wonder which body part of yours was right.

Nobody really paid attention to the people who were on stage , a few times, when the performer was not as bad , the girls and you would cheer and sing along. You don’t know how many drinks you guys were in when Elvira came around the table to talked to Pedro.

- So , what are you going to sing tonight Pedrito? Pedro lost his smile and rolled his eyes.

Sarah laughed : I really don’t know if Elvira really loves karaoke or if she just like seeing Pedro suffer!

Pedro: She hates me! She hates that her husband calls me his girlfriend , she’s jealous and that’s her way to get her revenge.

Elvira: Oh please P , not everything is about you!

Pedro did his most exaggerated shocked face: Excuse me! ?

Elvira : All I want to do is sing a sexy duet with MY husband. (Emphasis on the MY) She winked at Pedro

Oscar was already putting their name on the list , there was still a few people before it would be their turn. On his way back he grabbed a few shots for all of you.

Pedro turned to help Oscar with the shooter glasses: -Your wife sings like an half dead cat , I will need multiples of these.

Elvira punched Pedro on the arm while you and Sarah giggled at their imaginary love triangle.

Sarah: y/n should sing! She will change your mind about karaoke Pedro. She sings like an angel!

You blushed.

Oscar teased his friend : you should sing his favorite song!

Pedro immediately interrupted him, making no signs with his head and both his arms : oh no! No, no, no, no, no. Do not touch Prince. NO!

Sarah: I know! You should sing Dreams! You have the perfect voice for that song. Anyway, you can’t sing any Pink Floyd songs , those are just for me , plus this bar is not the vibe for that.

- Wow Sarah , are you flirting with me ? I have the voice to cover Stevie ? Please , no.

Even if you wanted to protest the song choice , it was too late. Elvira literally jumped out of her seat and was already adding your name to the list. It’s not that you didn’t want to sing , you loved it , but now the pressure was on. What if they didn’t like how you sing it ? What if Pedro didn’t like it ? The moment you met him, you needed him to like you. Was that how you felt with all your past “little crush”? Once again, you were lost in your spinning mind.

Sarah brought you back to earth : - don’t worry , your voice is magical. She thought you were worried about your skills.

For the next hour, you mostly had to listen to bad singers , it was almost torture sometimes. Fortunately, the alcool was smoothly flowing , making it all more bearable. Even Pedro looked like he was having fun. Every time he laughed he immediately clung to the person who made the joke. Resting his head on their shoulder, reaching out to hold their arm or squeeze their tight just above the knee. You couldn’t help and match his energy, every single thing he said that made you laugh you touched his skin. His wrist, his bicep, his neck. You were too far into your gin tonic consumption to care what people would think of it, what he would think of it.

It was finally Oscar and Elvira’s turn to sing. They chose to sing the Dirty Dancing hit “time of my life”

Pedro was exasperated : damn they are so annoyingly cheesy.

That they were , but it was so adorable at the same time. Their love was radiating on stage. Elvira was indeed a bad singer , half dead cat would not be your choice of words, you were too polite for that. Oscar could hold a note , but he kept messing the lyrics of the song, they both laughed in their microphones when they missed a word. You and Sarah cheered for them like it was the most crucial sport event.

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Pedro was genuinely having fun. The running gag was that he hated karaoke, he did , but seeing his friends having fun was way more important to him than his hatred of bad singing. Elvira and Oscar were doing their thing on stage and he was impressed by their lack of self awareness. They massacred that poor song. He cheered for them anyways. They ended their performance by doing a little spinning dance move , it was disgusting how much they loved each other.

Pedro could hear you ask Sarah: Seriously Sarah , this kind of love really exists ? Or is it just for them?

Pedro felt a sting in his heart. He wondered why you didn’t believe it could exist? Wondered if someone hurt you in the past. He wasn’t really a big believer in love with a capital L himself , he didn’t really do relationships, but it wasn’t okay with him that you would have this kind of thoughts, that you would feel that way too. It felt unfair. Since he met you, he felt very protective of you. You were so sweet and kind.

Sarah : I think it exists , but theirs is definitely one of a kind.

Elvira was skipping her way to your table , still on her adrenaline high.

-We slayed it!!! Didn’t we ?

-Pedro pointed his right ear : Sorry , I can’t hear you , my ears are bleeding.

Elvira raised her two middle fingers at him and mouthed a very felt “fuck you P”.

Oscar came to his wife defense: you were perfect my love , I’m the one who forgot entire parts of the song. Pedro is just jealous that I didn’t slow dance with him on stage.

Pedro touched your shoulder : hey y/n ! I think it’s your turn. He watched you get up of your seat and walk towards the stage. You looked relaxed and confident. Maybe she really is a good singer he thought or maybe she’s just too tipsy to be bothered by any of this.

He followed your every step. He didn’t realize before that moment how little you were wearing tonight. Just a tiny lilac summer dress. Your legs, shoulders , cleavage , all exposed under the intense stage lights. Your dress was way too short for you to stand close to the edge of the stage. You were not that drunk, he saw you take a few steps back when you realized some creeps in the front were more than happy to look up your dress. You nodded to the host and the song began to play in the loud room.

Dreams was one of his favorite songs. He was a huge Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks fan. Normally, he would dread the moment you would open your mouth to sign his favorite lyrics , but right now he was just curious. He was hypnotized by the way you swayed your hips to the beat. Those few seconds at the beginning of the song felt like minutes to him. Right before you parted your lips to sing your first note you looked at him and winked. He felt everything squeeze inside of him, like his heart stopped. He held his breath , hoping he wouldn’t have to lie to you later and pretend he liked your voice. He felt the urge to cover his ears to avoid to deal with that possibility. But then he heard you.

🎶 Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom

His body instinctively relaxed , but he had to listen more , just to be sure.

🎶 Well, who am I to keep you down?

The noise in the bar significantly went down.

🎶 It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it. But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.

- No fucking way ! That’s all Oscar could say looking at Sarah with a surprised expression in his face. Elvira was already clapping hard for you.

- Told you guys , an angel.

🎶 Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

That was his favorite lyric in the song , his jaw dropped slightly. Your voice was soft and smooth. It was definitely different from the original singer but it was beautiful. By the time your were at the chorus he was completely lost in your voice. Feeling the beat passing through the speakers and vibrating straight into his chest. The bar was quiet, everyone dropped their beer to drink at your words instead.

~Maybe he likes karaoke he thought , nooooooo, maybe he likes you. ~

It felt like he was gone for so long when you sang the last words.

🎶 Oh oh oh , you’ll know ….

The crowd went crazy when you finished. And then suddenly his feeling flipped and it felt like he didn’t really have time to enjoy your performance , it went by too fast.

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You smiled at your audience and did a little bow before exiting the stage. You were overwhelmed by the crowd’s reaction. You focused on your group of friends , walking back towards them with the biggest smile on your face. You did it , they liked it.

Elvira was the first one jumping in your arms , she was so excited.

-OMG Baby, you should sing for a living , that was amazing . I feel like I should pay you right now.

You laughed, she was exaggerating , but you were grateful for the compliment. Oscar was next, bowing before you.

- I surrender at your talent , queen of karaoke. El and I will give you our crowns.

Sarah sang proud and loud : I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!

Pedro looked at you with his big brown eyes and his bright smile and pulled you close to hug you. He whispered in your ear

- you almost made me cry.

You stayed in his arms for a while, he held you tight, his chin on your head.

The night slowly came to an end, the conversations began to be more sparse and you all agreed that it it was time to go back to your respective apartment. You went to bed feeling proud and feeling loved. You fell asleep trying to remember how it felt to have his arms wrapped around you.

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Pedro was lying in his bed , thinking about the night , about how he felt. What he felt wasn’t new to him, but it was something he didn’t feel for a long time. He didn’t let himself feel that way, he never let himself be in situation that could lead him to feeling that way. When did he let his guard down? That squishing feeling inside his stomach, he could not shake it off. He could not be in love ? It was just silly… He could not be in love just because you had the sweetest singing voice he ever heard ? That’s just stupid. He knew it wasn’t just that. Your hips, your lips, your skin, your eyes , your laugh, your smile.

- Fuck.

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal rpf #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal imagine #fluff

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glamangel3766 · 9 months

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Just got into the Ace Attorney fandom/franchise 🏛🏵⚖️

I have a question(or 2)(I tend to ramble) for the veteran fans followed by a few theories/ headcanons/ observations I made as I delved into the rabbit hole that is my shiny new addiction/obsession. (*Please note I'm awful at spelling. Spellcheck can only do so much for my jelly brain)

Question:

Is shipping WrightWorth just a natural part of the initiation/transition into the fandom or is that just the fujoshi in me getting a bingo on a card with all my fave shipping tropes?

These 2 lawyers act like rivals, claim to be friends since childhood, but are desperately in love with each other in reality and anyone with even half a brain cell can tell. This ship gives me strong vibes of "I hate how much I love you but won't say a thing because I believe you deserve better and I'm not ready to deal with the truth of how much I value you" Miles Edgeworth x "I will sing your praises if you'd just let me and alter my whole life to be within your presence because I don't want a life where you aren't a part of it" Pheonix Wright.

Theory/headcanon/observation(s):

I totally agree with the fandom that Pheonix would openly love Legally Blonde. However, I think Miles would secretly love it more after Pheonix forces him to watch both the movie and musical, but only deny his love for it because the song "Gay or European" calls him out too much and he feels offended by that. How DARE a song from a musical based on a movie call him out like that in front of his dearest-childhood-friend-totally-not-first-love-now-turned-husband and their adopted children like that!?!

I feel like even the homophobes can see Miles Edgeworth has the vibes of a bitter old gay man, but this prosecutor is so far in the closet that his shipping address is Narnia

How can anyone say Wrightworth isn't legit/canon? They're either a bickering old married couple or a newly divorced couple that's too proud to admit they still love each other and want to get back together. You cannot convince me otherwise. Either way they still always find things to argue about, but end up aggressively making out in a violent and heated passion then(if divorced) just as aggressively deny that they ever locked lips.

FOR CONTEXT: I watched the Game Grumps do a let's play of it and I'm currently playing through the Trilogy game(s(?)*) on the Switch and know bits and pieces through repeating themes in fan-made content. (I also want to watch the anime but haven't decided if I should finish playing before starting.)

* I'm still not fully used to how the story is structured like a book series, but I'm close. I'm at around 90% used to it. Like I understand it in my head but when I need to put it into actual words it makes my brain hurt.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

#ace attorney #miles edgeworth x phoenix wright #wrightworth #miles edgeworth #pheonix wright #phoenix wright #bad spelling #new obsession just dropped #yay #I swore this was supposed to be a short post #why must everything I post turn into a novel/essay?#please send help #it's becoming a problem #pray for me #I might be beyond saving

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httpisaoki · 5 months

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⋆ LAST GOODBYE ! (teaser)

-> fluffff, it's supposed to be a sneak peek of my to-be-released series so it might not make senseIFJHDJ, low cap is intended -> warnings : mentions of arguments and self-harm, possible angst, slight swearing, that's it? -> i wrote this while listening to last goodbye by sunkis :> it's such a good song broo

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : thena? u there? its already past nine thenaa bob misses u sm :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : dev said u skipped the bus athena im worried, reply please. please be safe? :((

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : athena respond, I know u can see this please :(

rian frowned at the messages, athena’s safety was the only thing she could think of right now. The girl’s lack of response to anyone was what made her anxious.

I mean athena wouldn’t do anything to harm herself not after what we went through together, right?

fuck, the girl cursed under her breath. devon had already told her that thena didn’t take the bus. who knows where the girl went.

until an idea popped into rian’s mind, she could be on the rooftop. she nodded, determined to find the girl. sending the message before leaving her apartment.

ur sunshine:< (@valdezbns) : are u at the rooftop? im omw.

as rian was driving to athena’s usual hideout, a ringing came from her phone. the girl's eyes widen at the caller’s ID before quickly pressing the answer button. “hey” rian breathed out, “I’m almost there thena, stay where you are–” athena cuts her off, her voice shaking. “r-ria my head hurts. and fuck, i don’t know what to do. my parents–”

“I’ll be right there baby, just keep calm. deep breathes alright?” athena nods, muttering a small ‘okay’ before breathing in and out, to which rian smiles at. “almost there thena, just hold on.”

10 minutes later, rian rushed towards the stairway to the rooftop— her and athena’s hideout. the place where they met. as soon as she opens the door, the sight of athena crying fills her vision. “shh, shh, it’s okay thena. I’m right here.” she soothes the girl, “tell me what happened thena” rian whispers as she holds the girl in her arms.

“mom argued with stephen again, all the same shit. but one thing caught my attention, she mentioned something about moving overseas with me. And I– I just panicked. I didn’t want to move away. I can’t leave you. I didn’t know what to do so i just ran to the most comfortable place. And I’m sorry if I ran away so suddenly and I didn’t tell you sooner–”

rian cuts her off by pulling the girl into a hug, “I’m thankful you called me, but please say something before suddenly ghosting everyone. But I do understand you. So why don’t we go to my apartment and watch movies and cuddle and all that stuff?” rian playfully suggests making athena slap her shoulder and laugh at her the love of her life.

as comfortable silence takes over, both of the girls could just stay in each other’s arms forever.

‘whatever happens, even if I do have to leave you, I’ll do everything I can to make sure I can say my last goodbye.’

-> a/n : hii its been a while, so this is kinda like a spoiler for a new au i've been writing about. the prompt was just too cute that I wanted to write about it TT ... and this IS a spoiler for a taglish au! so aoki comeback..? :>

#wlw #karina x reader #yu jimin x reader #kpop x reader #aespa x reader

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capnsupernova · 26 days

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I woke up and couldn't go back to sleep so here is a running list of all the reasons I will always love the Kiera Knightly and Matthew McFadyen version of Pride and Prejudice over any other remake ever:

The music. Every time I hear that opening song I feel like the opposite of crawling out of my skin. Like crawling back into my skin after letting my skin sit in the sun for a little while. And the song that Lizzie and Darcy dance to is so moody and angsty and perfect for their relationship and conversation at the time. And the song that plays when her and Charlotte aren't speaking is such a mix of light and life continuing to go on even when you feel such intense loneliness. Ugh. Just the music.

The scenery and the cinematic shots. They turned that movie into an art piece. The scene where here and Charlotte aren't speaking, with the music, and her just sitting on that swing, spinning as the seasons change and people just go on with their lives as if she hasn't lost one of the most important people in her life until she finally hears from Charlotte again. Everything about Pemberley and the journey leading up to it and the way you can see her falling in love with Darcy as she walks through his house and how that alone is enough to get a better understanding of him and his softer, homely side. The scene at the end in the field with the soft light of the rising sun and the fog in the field. The scene after she turns down Mr. Colins, with the pond and the geese and her mother screaming at her. Every scene was given it's absolute optimal shot of emotional and aesthetic quality.

Her parents. The people who play Mr. and Mrs. Bennet are just peak in my mind. I wanted Mr. Bennet to be my dad. His affable distance, his voice, the way he smiled. The way he obviously loved his daughters but also obviously didn't understand them at all. MRS. BENNET I don't care what anyone says. She was peak Mrs. Bennet. I cannot accept anyone else. Her kind of airy, high-strung voice and way of speaking. How her hair and clothes were always in slight disarray. The scene where she learns that Lydia has been married and her family isn't in ruins, how she goes from prone and distraught to immediately like "Married?" with an absolutely light and wistful and hopeful face/voice. A full 360 of her previous mental state.

And then just the individual scenes:

Like a few of the ones already mentioned, the scene after her and Charlotte's fight. How it emphasizes so strongly the relationship between them and how that is so clearly more heartbreaking to her than anything that could possibly happen between her and Mr Darcy. Without a single word spoken or a single action taken besides the spinning and the passage of time it conveys how lost and alone she feels in those moments. The pigs being chased in the background adds a touch of humor but also is a great shot of her despair. This is something Lizzie Bennet would laugh about, something she'd find silly and wonderful and she can't do that now because her friend isn't there with her.

And the scene where she gets the letter from her family about Lydia running away and she comes out after reading it with the intention to tell them what's going on, but she's so distraught and stressed that all she can do it make that sound so she just goes right back into her room and then shows up again a few seconds later much more composed and just says "Lydia's run away" and the look on Darcy's face like "babygirl, I'm gonna fix this. You don't need to know about it, but I am going to fucking fix this because you are sad and that hurts me" just with his face.

(Also Mr Darcy in general, the way Matthew McFadyen's face can go from gloomy and bored and apathetic to so so so soft. Like. kill me, please. If anyone’s face ever did that when they looked at me, I would cut out my whole entire heart and just give it to them, bleeding and beating and all.)

(Full disclosure, this movie was probably my actual first bisexual awakening. Kiera Knightly and Matthew McFadyen can do whatever they want to me.)

The scene where Jane is leaving to go on her trip after Bingley has left her with no word, and she's sitting on the back of the coach and she's smiling but it's such a frozen, practiced smile that never reaches her eyes so you can still see her heartbreak.

At the end, when her and Darcy meet in that field, and he's confessing his love to her and all she says is "Your hands are cold" which isn't I love you, exactly, but then she brings them to her lips and there is so much care and gentleness that it might as well be I love you.

The scene where Mr. Bingley comes back to propose and their all just chilling, lounging in the sitting room until they get the call and they flurry around the room to get "presentable" and then the door opens and they're all just sitting perfectly poised and pretty as if they weren't just flurrying around the room.

Listen.

There are some things I would have liked more of. Like the scene where she comes to visit Jane while she's sick and Caroline says that bullshit about how she looks "positively medieval" and Darcy is supposed get all snappy and say "well, actually, I think the walk made her look more lively." LIke more of him defending her when she's not even around to hear it, becasue that foreshadows so much of his behavior towards the end, including him specifically asking Lydia never to tell anyone that he was the one that helped her get married.

But just about everything else.

Everything.

I don't care that it wasn't as true to the books.

Because in some ways, with the changes they made, it was more true to the books and the characters and the intent of the book. I am of the camp that movies shouldn't be exactly like the book. It should be its own experience. Translating books directly and perfectly into a movie/tv show is just boring to me. Make it something unique. Make it an extension of the story, not a carbon copy of it. Like the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. There is not a single remake of that book that is exactly like the book itself or is exactly like each other, on purpose. Changes should be made, but only if those changes are actually meaningful and better express what is happening between the characters. And the changes made for this movie are so perfect and lovely.

There is so much that is captured without the need for words.

Everything about this movie will always immediately put my heart and soul into a good place. This movie single-handedly makes me believe in love. And not just any love, but a love of understanding, a love that takes work and communication, love between women and the importance of female relationships over all else. The way the scenery and music speak just as much as the characters do.

I just think about that movie sometimes and it makes my heart feel so many inarticulable things.

Anyways. yeah. That's all. Thanks for coming to my 4AM rant about P&P.

#Also Kiera Knightly as Elizabeth Swan can get it too #I would die for that woman #I would let her kill me #pride and prejudice #mr. darcy #elizabeth bennet #jane austen #kiera knightley #matthew macfadyen #movie adaptation #mr. bennet #mrs. bennet #jane bennet #mr. bingley

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flugsammy · 8 days

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HEYYYYY!!! Got another request for ya! Can we get the main 3 with an s/o that is an actor (and- if you can include it-) they’re mostly in musicals? Not like kids musicals but more like, 13 and up kind of things? Aka like Mean girls or heathers!

HELLO, GIGI!!! I apologize for all the delay. Creative block has been killing me, but I'll try to post other requests this week.

Have a good read!❤️

🎩Black Hat:🎩

In a romantic setting, Black Hat would certainly feel at least a shred of pride in your work, however, how you act about it would influence how he shows his 'appreciation'. If you are too cocky about your profession, he would definitely find a way to break your pride, so maybe you should behave in front of him. Don't expect compliments that resemble genuine admiration, but he would use your work as a kind of flirtation. (Alan has already confirmed that he's a sly dog, what did you expect?/j).

He would make a few faces at the language, depending on which musicals you participated in (he's a classical man, so he prefers things with less 'vulgar' language). In general, he would take some time to watch some of your movies with a glass of wine in hand. It's your choice to decide whether you want to stay by his side while this happens. (Friendly advice: don't do that.)

✈️Dr Flug✈️:

It's difficult to tell how Flug would react to that, keeping in mind that he doesn't like music. Well, that's because he still hasn't found any melody that makes him feel. In a positive scenario, we could say that he would learn to like any song that features your vocals, but realistically, that would hardly happen. Please, don't misunderstand him! He wouldn't be rude about it. Knowing the doctor, he would try to pretend to like it in front of you. It's not like he hates it. Your action and voice are impeccable, maybe it's just not his thing...?

Nevertheless, he would definitely enjoy watching your movies when there isn't incessant singing! If you recommend a movie to him, firmly assuring him that he would like it, he’d save up his monthly five seconds of free time to watch your entire movie! (You would have to wait 5 years for him to manage to watch the entire movie, so patience would be required for that🤷).

🦎Demencia🦎:

Keeping in mind that Demencia would be equally crazy if she was in love with anyone other than Black Hat, she would watch ALL of your movies. Literally all of them. Even the ones you no longer remember acting in. The lizard girl would ask (or force) you to do personal shows for her, where she would be rocking the guitar and you would be performing vocals.

Any time movies are involved, she would be the first to suggest that everyone watch a movie in which you were cast. You'd have a little trouble telling whether she likes these movies/series so much just because you're involved in the acting or if it's simply because the more “maturely fun” genres are her thing. Probably both. You'd catch her humming the song from a movie you starred in, or even imitating the lines and movements of her favorite character (we already know the kind of character she'd like, right?)

Overall, our girl would be your number one fan!

Bonus: 5.0.5 would be curious to watch a movie you were in, but Flug would hide all the tapes to prevent him from coming across something not appropriate for his age.

Thanks for reading!

#villainous #villanos #black hat #black hat organization #black hat x reader #villainous black hat #dr flug #dr. flug #dr flug x reader #dr flug villainous #dr flugslys #demencia #demencia villainous #dementia villainous #dementia #demencia x reader #x reader #flug #5.0.5 villainous

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Night Moves

Chapter 2

Pairing: Walter Marshall x OFC (Alexandra Pierce)

Series Summary: When Walter Marshall is called to investigate a homicide by the railroad tracks, he quickly uncovers an unsettling pattern. Alexandra Pierce just wants someone to find out what happened to her friend. She has some secrets, too. And Walter’s going to uncover them.

Word Count: 2486

Series Warnings: In general, this series will depict assault, murder, stripping, hooking, rough sex, make up sex, fingering, oral (m and F receiving), p in v sex in various positions, self-loathing, failed relationships, smoking, drug use, drug addiction, general violence, and maybe some comfort. +18, Minors DNI

Chapter Warnings: Misogyny, grumpy Walter, general police investigation discussion, social work, mention of failed relationships.

Disclaimers: I do not own Walter Marshall, Night Hunter (Nomis), or any other characters from that movie, but I do own this OFC (Alexandra Pierce) and these words. Do not repost as your own. Likes, Reblogs, and Comments are more than welcome. It’s how I get my nourishment.

Header made by me, with pics found from Pexel.com and the internet. Dividers are not mine, but check out the masterlist for credit.

Playlist: Night Moves Songs 4 -7 Direct Spotify link here.

Masterlist

Well even if I didn’t have plans, I clearly can’t go out on patrol again for a while. Fuck. I went too far the other night. I just couldn’t control myself again. I've been doing so well lately.

But all these harlots, wandering the streets in their slutty little outfits, acting like we owe them something. Acting like they shouldn’t just be home, taking care of someone. Someone like me. It just gets to me.

It took so long to finally find someone who wanted to be mine. Years of hiding, years of swallowing the truth of what I know about who these cunts are, acting like I fit in.

She’ll never know. About me. About where I really come from. About what I really do. But I'm gonna keep doing it. They deserve it. They all need to learn their lessons.

That’s all it was ever supposed to be, no matter how many times I slipped. Just a lesson. A reminder that they aren’t the hot shit that they think they are. A push in the right direction. If I could get even one dumb bitch off the street, it would all be worth it.

But that last trick. She had a real fuckin’ mouth on her. Stupid girl. See what it gets you? Acting like you’re better than me? You aren’t better than me. You know it now, don’t you?

And then that little asshole showed up so all I could do was hide the body and scram. Good thing he didn’t see too much. If she’d been found sooner, I could be in trouble. Still, I wanted to move her somewhere more private. Stick her with her cunty friends.

Bitch.

“So tell me again why no one’s been looking for this guy when we know where he likes to hunt? I get it, the sketches aren’t much to go on, but fuck!” Walter slams the files on Rachel’s desk, leaning with his fists on the dark wood top and staring the profiler directly in the face.

“Lieutenant Marshall, Walter, you… you know that’s not my call,” Rachel sighs with exasperation.

“Yeah, but you can strongly recommend…”

“Walter, this is going to get us nowhere. What do you want me to do now? Because at this moment, there is no search and the longer we argue about why there wasn’t one in the first place, the more opportunity someone has to repeat a crime. So can we cut to the chase? Please?”

Walter jerks his head back with a little shake, as if he can’t believe what he’s just heard.

“Alright then, I want you to review the details in these files and put out a BOLO. And I want you to get the commander to start a task force.”

“And I suppose you also have some ideas about who should be on that force?” Rachel quirks an eyebrow in question.

“Yes, right. I’m taking Jonas and we're going to canvasse the clubs to see if anyone knows someone missing who could be the tracks victim.”

Rachel drags the pile of folders her way, grabs the first file, and flips it open to begin scanning for details. “Sorry, how are these cases related?”

“Read the descriptions of the attacks,” Walter nods his head toward the file in Rachel’s hand. “Almost to a tee, they are exactly the same. Except for the locations. Remote, disused bus stops. Little, or sometimes no lights from street lamps that have been reported out for three months or more. Late night. Victims say they had just missed the second to last bus of the evening, so they can’t walk away because if they miss the next one, they have to hail a cab and can’t afford the fare across town to their apartments. And then…”

“And then, jesus,” Rachel interrupts. “What the fuck? This guy starts taunting them, trying to goad them into a fist fight? In the middle of the night with no one around? No provocation?”

“Right. And our Jane Doe at the tracks was beat up. To a pulp. Like her face doesn’t exist anymore. Not in any recognizable way. We’re gonna have to hope her DNA is in the system, or look for dental records or something, to identify her.”

“So you think this guy is escalating?” Rachels asks as she grabs the second file to confirm Walter’s story.

“You tell me. You’re the profiler”

“Walter, don’t be a dick. I got these files two minutes ago.”

“You haven’t seen these before? Well, why didn’t you say so before I…?”

“Before you what, barged in here and demanded answers to a question I hadn’t heard yet?” Rachel holds Walter’s gaze with a knowing look and waits for him to back down before she picks up the third file.

Walter picks his fists up from the desk and slumps back into the chair across from Rachel, waiting for her to finish the rest of the files. He crosses his arms across his chest and stretches his booted feet as far forward as he can before they are stopped by her desk.

His gaze shifts to the floor as he contemplates the change he’s seen in Rachel over the past year and a half. She’s grown so much more confident than when she first joined the precinct. Several more quick wins had solidified her stature with the department and while he always maintained a professional demeanor at the office, away he could do nothing but watch her slip through his fingers the way Angie had. He admired the strength of these women in his life, but something was always just a little off and he could never put his finger on it. He wanted to trust them, but how could he when he didn’t even trust himself?

Walter returns his gaze to Rachel when he hears the thud of the final file back to the pile.

“Yeah, okay. But you know, Commander’s gonna want it small. This guy is wearing a ski mask, which ought to stick out here in the spring, But this isn’t tourists or ladies who lunch or university kids. This is..”

“Hookers. Yeah. I know. Doesn’t mean they don’t deserve a fairer shot. Doesn’t mean they should have to walk around in fear for their safety just because this is the way they have to make a living. We good here?” Walter stands and waits for Rachel to nod before nodding back and rounding the chair to leave her office.

“And Walter? For the record, and for what it's worth, I agree.”

Walter half-turns back to accept her olive branch with a heavy sigh, nods once again toward Rachel, and leaves for real this time.

He stops by Mick’s desk and tells him they’ll meet up at 9 at the first club on the list. Early enough the smaller opening crowds should make it easier to take some of the dancers’ time without too much fuss from management.

For now, he has a dinner date with Faye.

“Alex!” Hannah exclaimed. “Thank goodness you’re here. We have a stack of new boxes of pamphlets that need sorting and then the meeting starts in 20. Do you have time to sort out the other volunteers and maybe get someone to run for donuts and coffee?”

Alexandra nodded with a big smile, leaning in to give Hannah a hug before turning to survey the small group of undergrads who showed up at her request. They were all in the one undergraduate level course she agreed to teach during spring semester. In return, her doctorate advisor agreed to her thesis subject and to keep quiet about the way she planned to gather her research. At least until the paper was written and her thesis defense was heard, at which time no one would be in the dark about her time at the club.

She sent one of her crew off to the donut shop and explained to the rest how to sort and stack the handouts, where to replenish the displays, and where to store the rest of the stock. When the meeting began, she waited for Hannah to introduce her once again, knowing there are always new women who come for support or information. She smiled widely as she thanked Hannah and stood to take the podium. She was professional as she provided information about STD’s, the best ways to prevent them, and where to find the free clinics that can help with diagnoses and medication.

But her eyes scanned the crowd. It was a larger turnout than normal, which would give her an opportunity to meet some new women and hopefully enlist them for supporting interviews. She glanced back and forth several times, hoping she was just tired and missing a face. Not that she’d ever mistake Trixie’s face.

The fact of the matter was, Trixie wasn’t here. Clinic visits were a time to check in with Trixie in a place where she felt safer and was more open to suggestions on where to turn for help, financial or otherwise. It wasn’t like her to not show at a meeting. And it had been a few days since she’d shown up at the club. Which wasn’t necessarily a concern.

Except Alex knew Trixie was light on funds and would never miss shifts at the club, especially when doing so meant you might not pick up those shifts again. Alex had not forgotten the last conversation they’d had when she stopped by the police station the morning before to report her missing. She also couldn’t forget the way the officer taking her statement had shifted into judgment as soon as the story of who Trixie was and what she was likely doing the last time Alex had seen her came out. They’d given Alex the time of day because she showed up in civilian clothes and presented as a professional with university credentials. But a hooker not showing up for her stripping shift? Who cared?

Alex made up her mind before even finishing her community service spiel - she’d head to the station again and demand they follow up on her missing person report as soon as her clinic shift was over.

Walter tosses back the last of the coffee in his thermos before turning off the engine and heading into the precinct. He spent five hours last night hitting up clubs and speaking with women on the street, three of which were after he sent Mick home for some rest. He stared at the case files again for another two hours when he got home. His late arrival is going to be noticed, but detectives rarely keep regular hours when a case is new.

He and Mick spend the day calling the assault victims, checking to see if they can remember anything else about their attacker that didn’t make it into the file. The results are a nice mixed bag of voicemail boxes and apologies. Nothing new to go on.

He grabs another mug of coffee from the kitchen and walks down to the file room to check if any more possible case matches have shown up in the database. The clerk tells him there are two.

“They’re just retrieving them now. I’m headed on break as soon as they get here. I can drop ‘em on your desk on the way out so you don’t need to wait.”

“That’d be great,” Walter thanks him and heads over to Rachel’s office to confirm the rest of the details about the task force the captain agreed to.

They discuss a delay in confirming the ID of their Jane Doe, since the partials didn’t come out too clean and the coroner’s report mentioned the finger pads had been shaved off. Walter missed that on his cursory glance at the head when he visited the crime scene and he kicks himself mentally for the slip up.

They’ll have to rely on the results of the blood and DNA work to match her if she’s in the system. That’ll be a few more days at least because no one is rushing this case officially. No rich daddy breathing down the commissioners neck or distraught mother pleading her case on national television.

No, no one cares about who this woman was. But Walter does. He and Rachel flag a few more detectives to help with canvassing and Rachel says she’ll fill them in.

“You look tired already, Walter.”

“It’s nothing new,” he scoffs.

“True, but this case is new. Don’t burn yourself out already.”

His eyes search hers, looking for something deeper to match the intimate feeling he gets from her knowing comment, but all he sees is the friendship she offered him when it was over. He thinks this is good, since he’s mostly over it, too.

He’s ready to pack it in for the day. Mick’s already left to get some sleep before heading out again tonight. Walter holds the door open for a nice looking woman on his way out and she gives him a cautious smile in thanks.

He stops on the sidewalk to make a quick call to Faye and see if they’re still on for pizza this weekend. She’s chatting his ear off about some party or another she’s been invited to and he can’t make heads or tails if she does or doesn’t want to go so it’s another ten minutes before he can get her off the phone with a promise to have breakfast with him on Sunday instead.

He’s all the way in the truck before he remembers the files he left on his desk. He wanted to bring them home and compare them with the rest. So he climbs back down and does a light jog across the parking lot to retrieve it.

There’s a commotion in the detective’s bull pen and he notices the woman again. He can see she’s not happy. He hears Rachel offer the woman a chair and ask her to sit and cool down.

“You think I’m out of control?” the woman shouts. “Baby, you watch me freak out!” She shoves the chair out of her way and storms out of the building, breezing past Walter in the process.

“Walter!” Rachel calls to him as soon as she notices he’s stepped back into the building. “Stop her!”

But Walter’s running on about four hours of sleep that even the strongest coffee all day long isn’t helping, so his reflexes are slow. By the time he turns around and wrenches the door open, the only thing he sees is a shitty Nissan Sentra peeling out of the lot. Bold moves right in front of the station, but he reckons it’s technically going the speed limit by the time the car breaks at the corner and then turns out of sight. Nobody else is shuffling around, so he turns to go back inside.

“What the fuck was that?”

Chapter 3

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streamafterlaughter · 2 years

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a/n: this is my first time posting a fic please be kind! and please please please let me know ur thoughts! also apologies for any formatting issues i am posting from my phone. 🦇🎸

Still Loving You

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summary: You’ve been teaching yourself a new song on guitar to show Eddie once he graduates. You usually tutor him after Hellfire Club, but today Eddie’s back early, catching you with his guitar, and thereby soiling your plans for dramatic confession.

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader, friends to lovers, gn!reader

warnings/tags: there will be smut in part ii, but this one is rated pg13! lots of cute fluff here<3 mutual pining. no spoilers just normal human stuff. reader has graduated Hawkins in 84, making them over 18

word count: 4.12k

Part I: Caught In The Act

The sticky heat of Hawkins clings tightly onto you as you pedal your way to Eddie’s, just like you’d done every Thursday, since the beginning of the year. Eddie had informally hired you as his personal tutor, finally getting sick of repeating senior year. He made promises of free joints and rides around town for the rest of your lives, and made a big dramatic show of getting on his knees to beg you to help him. Anything to convince you to take him on as your student.

Of course you agreed, but you didn’t tell him you would have done it for a can of soda and a singular movie night, maybe even less. Though you and Eddie have been friends since middle school, you still haven’t gotten around to telling him the whole truth: that you had fully fallen in love with him.

Unbeknownst to Eddie, you’d started crushing on him in freshman year, just like every kid falls in love with their best friend the second they both hit puberty. You had never gained your footing, though, fearing his rejection any time you pondered maybe flirting with him. Instead, you remained the best of friends, and you believed that was enough for you.

Throughout high school you both dated other people, and by the time you graduated in ‘84, you had convinced yourself the schoolhouse crush had passed. So, of course, you’d said, you’ll tutor him.

However, spending all this time with Eddie, both tutoring him and just existing near him, you realize you can’t keep this shit under wraps for much longer.

Eddie always left the door unlocked for you on Thursdays, knowing you’d be out of work before Hellfire ended, and probably wouldn’t feel like biking home just to bike another 20 minutes back to his place. You preferred studying at Eddie’s to your own house, a quiet refuge contrasting your own noisy, tense household. You also secretly loved that his room always smelled like weed, mixed with whatever cheap cologne he was using.

You let yourself in, and help yourself to a Red Stripe in the fridge. You can’t help but wonder how many others have done this before you, and how many of them intended on becoming more than study partners with Eddie. You let yourself feel jealous for a second, before remembering that, whatever he was doing before, and whoever he’d done it with, it had absolutely nothing to do with you. You were the one waiting for him now, and you let yourself find comfort in that.

You walk to his room and kick your shoes off, desperately needing to let your socked feet breathe. The air is still stiflingly hot, so you remove your t-shirt, leaving on a black tank top to stick to your sweaty skin. You figure you have a good hour or two of practice time before Eddie’s home from Hellfire, so you begin your slow approach to the far wall, where his instrument rests in front of Eddie’s only mirror.

“Hey, pretty,” you greet the guitar, admiring her gently with your fingertips. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his guitar, let alone play it, let alone an amateur like you: someone only really able to play acoustic songs for your family on camping trips. You know you’re going against every instinct in your body telling you it’s a horrible idea. You make a whispered promise to her, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

You only plan to play it once, get as much practice in as you can, then put it exactly where it was, and he would never know! Or, he would definitely know, but he wouldn’t have any proof, and would be completely unable to pin the blame on you.

You are as careful with the instrument as you would be with a newborn baby, one hand gripped tightly enough around the neck while the other caresses the body, you walk slowly so as not to bump her into any surrounding knick knacks. You take your place at the foot of Eddie’s bed, your back facing the bedroom door. The amp buzzes as you plug the guitar in, and you reach for your walkman to analyze the song you’ve been practicing.

——————

Eddie is sprinting to his van, in a blind fury to get back home as soon as the bell rings. He’s just been given his grade back for the English final, and he’s finally passed, and with an impressive C-! He could only think about getting back to his house, coming home to you waiting for him on the couch, and shoving the graded paper at you with a feral excitement. He wanted so badly to thank you, for saving his stupid ass from another year of Hawkins Hell.

“MUNSON!” Dustin Henderson is running toward Eddie’s car, a dumbfounded look on his face that says, “Where the fuck do your think you’re going?”

“I passed! Henderson, I PASSED! I have to postpone, I have places to be, and a beautiful knight to thank for rescuing me!” He’s talking with his arms, flailing his crown jewel of a grade in his hand.

“Can’t you thank them after we kick your sorry ass?” Dustin was a dedicated member of Hellfire, seeing each meeting as a chance to humble his newest best friend.

“Sorry, dude, this isn’t something I can just wait to do.” What Eddie wasn’t telling Dustin, was that he finally planned to tell you how he felt. He didn’t want to risk losing his tutor to an awkward rejection, so to save both of you the trouble he’d decided to wait until he was positive he’d never have to be tutored again.

Dustin, despite his annoyance, gives Eddie a knowing smile. He’d seen the way Eddie acted around you, on the rare occasion you’d come to ride home with them.

“Right. Well, tell your pretty knight I’m pissed.” Dustin snaps, turning on his heel to stomp off to inform the party their Dungeon Master was too love drunk to play tonight.

Eddie jokingly salutes to Dustin’s turned back, and eagerly climbs into his driver’s seat, barely pausing to turn the radio on before peeling out of the school parking lot.

—-

You’re making decent progress, finally figuring out how to sing while playing, without pausing between chords. It’s not perfect, but it’s better, and you’ve gotten yourself in the zone. You look at the clock, which reads 3. Hellfire isn’t out until 5 tonight. You can afford a little more time, you tell yourself.

As you play through the chorus again, you drown out the background noise of Forest Hills. What you can’t hear over the noises of your clumsy strumming, is the gravel under Eddie’s van as he pulls up to his home a mere thirty minutes later. He whips himself out of the car, getting his foot caught on the pedals on his way out. After almost eating shit, his good mood still can’t be ruined. That is, until he reaches the top step of his trailer and pauses.

Leaning his ear to the screen door, he makes out the hum of his amp. His amp, plugged into his guitar.

“No fucking way.” He whispers, letting himself into the front room as quietly as he can manage. All his previous chaos has left his body, as he tiptoes his way toward the sound of what he can tell is barely acceptable guitar playing.

He reaches his room, stopping abruptly to take in the view in front of him: Your back turned to him, hunched over his most prized possession. He sees the headphones resting on your ears, your neck tilted in concentration trying to figure out the next set of chords, sweat dripping down the side of your face, slowly melting from the early June heat.

Eddie leans himself on the door frame, crossing his arms over his chest, just to take you in. By now, he usually would have sent the culprit flying through the window, exilling them for all eternity. But he couldn’t bring himself to do that to you, he had no desire to distract from your concentration.

You stop once you finish the song, and immediately freeze. The air in Eddie’s room has shifted. No, you think, there is no way he’s already home.

You look at the clock next to Eddie’s bed that now reads 3:45.

You slowly rotate your body towards the bedroom door, catching the figure there in the corner of your eye before the pieces click into place.

Finally, you bring your eyes up to meet his, and the motherfucker is smirking at you.

“I-“

He cuts you off with a dramatic wave of his arm, exclaiming, “You come into my home, you sit on my throne, you play my instrument, and you don’t even try to hide it? You know, honey, that usually calls for banishment.” He’s approaching you now, slowly planting one foot in front of the other, as if to build suspense.

“Shit, Eddie, no, you don’t understand. It was a one time thing-“ you’re preparing to beg for his forgiveness, unable to imagine the anger he must be feeling towards you. Why the fuck is he home so early?

“Sh sh sh,” He kneels on the floor next to your spot on the bed. “Instead, I will make you earn your honor back. You must play his instrument for the master himself.” His smirk shifts into a toothy grin, knowing how shy you get in the face of performing, speaking, or really doing anything in front of other people. He has no idea that fear only applies to him.

Your eyes widen with fear, “It isn’t ready, that's not fair!” you falter, suddenly unsure if you were ever really going to play the song for him. Who were you kidding anyway, someone that didn’t even own their own guitar trying to play for Eddie, of all people.

Eddie raises an eyebrow, his eyes not leaving yours. “All fairness went out the window when you played with my baby before asking, sweetheart.” He grips your thigh tightly, his intention clear: You’re not going anywhere until you play for him.

You take the deepest breath you’ve ever taken, and it does nothing to calm your nerves. This isn’t how you wanted to play this song for him. Your plan was to play it after he graduated, when he finally threw his cap to the sky and said good riddance to the worst six years of his life. Selfishly, you wanted to wait for him to graduate just in case he felt the same way you did. You didn’t want to cause him distraction from his work, just in case you might prove yourself to be one. Maybe it was slightly delusional, but you liked to daydream.

The other reason for waiting was in case he denied you. You didn’t want to think about it, but you always knew there’d be a chance of rejection, something you weren’t sure you could handle. He didn’t exactly go for people like you, people with their noses in big books, or scribbling in a journal during lunch, their headphones blocking everyone and everything else out. You keep to yourself, and Eddie is known as the life of every nerd friendly party, every lunchtime discussion, and every drive in his van. It’s the strongest reason you’d found yourself infatuated: his ability to exist purely as himself.

Your fingers move towards the first chord of the song, and you close your eyes as if to trick yourself into thinking none of this is happening. You’re not really about to make the biggest fool of yourself in front of the one person whose opinions matter most to you. As long as you don’t look at him, none of this is real.

You make it through the intro with little error, and your breath catches in your throat as you start to sing:

Time

It needs time

To win back your love again

I will be there

You don’t dare to open your eyes, but you feel Eddie’s big, brown ones boring into your face and soul as you play.

Love

Only love

Can bring back your love someday.

I will be there,

I will be there.

You pause, as if to silently beg to stop. Eddie only squeezes your leg again, a nudge to keep going. You still can’t look at him.

I’ll fight, babe, I’ll fight

To win back your love again

I will be there, I will be there.

Love, only love

Can break down the wall someday

I will be there, I will be there.

You pause again, opening your eyes to reposition your fingers for the chorus. Eddie doesn’t interrupt as you do, but you can feel his eyes on your hand.

As you sing the chorus, still far too quietly to be any good, he starts to hum along, his voice a whisper above your own.

If we’d go again

All the way from the start

I would try to change

The things that killed our love

Your pride has built a wall, so strong

That I can’t get through

Is there really no chance

To start once again

I’m still loving you…

You both continue like that, you not looking at him while his eyes are trained on you. By the end of the song, your throat aches and your fingers are cramped. You brace for the impact of Eddie’s teasing, or worse, his anger and immediate removal of you from his life.

Neither comes. You dare to open one eye, trying to gauge his reaction by the bewildered look on his face. A third, unexpected reaction: a gaping look at you, only broken by a couple bats of his eyelids.

“I… did not see that coming.”

“I did tell you it wasn’t ready,” You try to change the subject, terrified of the way you strangle back a sob. This is not the way you planned to be rejected. You weren’t mentally ready for that destruction yet.

“No, that’s not-“ He falters, visibly searching for the right thing to say. He pushes himself to his feet, pacing in front of you, still sitting cross legged on his bed.

“Why that one?” He asks, innocently.

You search for your words on the floor, Because I fell madly in love with you. Because I wanted to impress you. Because I couldn’t think of a better way to tell you this with my own words. Because ever since freshman year I would fantasize about pulling you into the teacher’s lounge.

“Well,” you start finally, talking to the chipped polish of your nails, “I found the tape in your van, and the case looked really, um, well used, I guess. So I wanted to see what made you like it so much. This song reminded me of… well you. Us… whatever.” You try to brush it off, but the truth is you’d been planning this gift for him since you started tutoring him. Usually, you’d use your roommate’s guitar to practice, but she’d gone home for the summer, and you couldn’t afford your own instrument.

“I never wanted you to find out this way,” your words were rushing out now, desperate to bandage the trust you were sure you’d broken, “But I can’t stop fucking thinking about you. I think about you all the fucking time. Why do you think I said yes to helping you? WhyI’m always here, regardless of whether we end up studying? It’s all been for you, Eddie.” You finally blurt. It hangs in the air, like an unwelcome ghost. “I will accept my banishment with grace and honor.” you proclaim, defeated, still refusing to look at him.

Eddie waits a beat, digesting your response before saying, “Why would I banish you?” he sounds wounded, taking offense that you’d dare speak such a thing.

Your head snaps up then, searching for a give away that he’s being sarcastic. Because of course you would, you think, because you don’t feel the same way.

“You’ve done worse. I saw the way you iced Dustin for a week because he stole your Dungeon Master’s journal.”

“That was under different circumstances.” Eddie returns matter-of-factly, like it’s the most logical argument in the world. “Why would you put all this time into learning a song before you could even know if I’d graduate?” He’s challenging you now, trying to get you to admit something. And you’re so close to admitting something.

You puff your cheeks full of air before letting go a heavy sigh. “I believed in you. And maybe, selfishly, I believed you’d want me, too.” You shrug, then retort, “Well, what makes me different from Dustin? We both touched things we knew we weren’t allowed to touch, things that belong to you.” You wonder if your feelings should be hurt. Maybe he doesn’t value you enough to hold you to the same rules as his closest friends.

“You make you different, silly. Whatever, it doesn’t matter.” He waves his hand dismissively, as if your hands on his guitar were just a normal, every day occurrence. “And it’s more fun to freak you out.” He pivots toward you, pointing to the instrument. “Can I help you?” He asks, suddenly enthusiastic.

“What?” Not only is he not pissed, or even indifferent, but he's offering to help you? To teach you the very thing that attracted you to him in the first place?

You weigh your options: One, you say no, and hurt Eddie’s feelings enough to actually “banish” you, whatever that may mean to him; or two, you agree and he tries to help you, only to grow impatient with your struggling and give up. You don’t like either choice, so you stall.

“Why are you home so early?” You dodge. In all your embarrassment, you’d forgotten to ask what was so important for him to call Hellfire off for the night. Anyone that knew Eddie knew almost nothing came between him and his DnD campaigns.

“If I tell you, would you please let me help you with this?” He circles his hand around your being as you sit awkwardly, his guitar still in your grasp. “Your fingering could use some work. I happen to be an expert, I could give you a few tips.” He wiggles the fingers of his left hand, his rings glittering when they hit the light. The thought of his hands has kept you up before, but there was something way too real about them now.

“Fine.” You huff, ignoring the double entendre, and therefore the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Great!” Eddie claps his hands together, and bends to pick up his graded assignment he’d let fall to the ground only minutes earlier. He pinches the paper between his thumb and pointer, flicking the back of the page as he does so. “C-, baby!” he beams, shoving the paper closer to your face. “I couldn’t wait to tell you, so I told the kids to kick rocks today. Henderson’s not letting me hear the end of it anytime soon.” He shakes his head jokingly, like a shamed puppy caught ripping the good pillows apart.

“You canceled Hellfire, the one thing I have ever seen you care about, to come tell your tutor that you passed?” You’re dumbfounded.

Eddie only shrugs, “Yeah, obviously, I wanted to make my teach proud. Now let me help you with this mess.” He doesn’t mean any harm by his comment, only that he wants to help you learn. You go to scoot over, making room for Eddie to sit next to you on the mattress.

Eddie, however, completely ignores this gesture, leaving you with the guitar in your lap. Instead, he kicks a leg behind you, leaving the other resting against yours. You are now sitting between his legs, and he places his chin to rest on your shoulder.

You forget to breathe. You and Eddie, though close friends since middle school, have never been so physical before. Sure, you’d held hands, skipping to classes together as the Hawkins Nuisances, and you had played enough footsie in math class to pass the time. But you’d never sat like this, so close to feel his heart beating on your back.

Ignoring your obviously tense body language, Eddie places his hand over yours, gently moving it to the first position of the song. “Press this string down a little harder.” He mumbles into your neck, sending a chill down your spine as he demonstrates, pressing his middle finger into the fret. You move your own hand to where his sits, and repeat his movements. You feel him smile into the dip of your shoulder, proud of your tiny improvement.

You work through the first verse this way, with Eddie only speaking to give you instructions on positioning your fingers, or which strings to strum. You wouldn’t mind if you spent the rest of your night like this, in a comfortable silence only broken by the clumsy melody of a Scorpions ballad.

Eddie pauses, though, just as you’ve finished the first chorus. In one swift motion, he drags the guitar off of you, placing it beside him at the end of the bed. The loss of contact saddens you, as you realize this may be the last time Eddie ever lets you touch the guitar. To stifle your sadness, you go to get yourself off of him, trying to hide how much you don’t want to move. You’re caught off guard, though, when Eddie shoves his arms out and grabs you by the waist, pulling you back into his lap and lacing his fingers across your middle, keeping you there.

He cups his hand under your chin, forcing you to twist to face him, and you can barely look at him. You think you catch his eyes dart to your lips, but you can’t be sure. Your brain is too fuzzy, being so close to Eddie’s face, feeling his breath on yours to think clearly. You never thought you’d get even this far with him.

Before you gather enough courage to speak, Eddie’s asking, “You mean all that?”

You raise your eyebrow at him, because how dare he question your sincerity. “Of course I mean it. Eddie, I know you have a little trouble with critical thinking, but did you really have absolutely no clue?” You’re laughing now, dumbfounded at your best friend’s ignorance. “I thought I was rather readable.”

“To be fair, it’s not like you knew either.” Eddie isn’t laughing, not a hint of sarcasm in his tone. “You’d think an English tutor would be able to see the evidence laid out in front of them.”

You play stupid, refusing to believe any of what he’s claiming. “What do you mean?”

Instead of answering, he glances down at your mouth again, and this time you’re sure of it. You have no time to react before he’s pulling your face in, his hand still holding your chin. His lips meet yours, tenderly at first, and your face catches fire as you kiss him back. The kiss ends as suddenly as it started, and Eddie pulls his face back to look at you again.

“That’s what I mean.” and he’s kissing you again. you don’t let yourself hold back this time. You break the kiss briefly, only to turn your body around to face him, now straddling his lap. You hold his face in your hands to kiss him again, coaxing his mouth open with your tongue. He pushes back eagerly, his hands gripping tightly onto your waist to hold you in place. Your head starts swimming, unable to fully grasp what you've gotten yourself into. He tastes like cigarettes and mint, and you never want to forget the way his tongue feels against your own.

One of Eddie’s hands moves from your waist, up your back, and cups your neck, as if he’s trying to pull you even closer. Your fingers lace through his hair easily, your nights spent dreaming about it having finally paid off. You feel Eddie smile into your kiss, his arms now wrapped around you tightly. You can’t help but smile too, trying to show him exactly how you’d been feeling this last seemingly endless year.

“Was it worth postponing?” you ask, breaking the kiss for air.

“I would rather never return to Hellfire again if it meant I could spend all of my time doing this instead.” he looks at you longingly, and you truly believe him. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”

You can’t help but roll your eyes before connecting your lips to his for a third time.

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Love you forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 580 words.

Summary: Steve has always love you.

Warnings: None, it’s fluff.

A/N: This is my entry to @chrisdrysdale Bella’s One Year Anniversary with the topic:

“Love and cuddles.”

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You were running as fast as you could; you knew that the enemies should not reach you; maybe you should have listened to your instincts and stayed asleep that day, staying next to Steve in bed, watching movies instead of trying to escape.

The signal on the intercoms was failing; you had tried several times to tell Steve your status, but he couldn't seem to hear you, and you heard him in a choppy way. You didn't know if he was okay either, but you wanted to believe he was in the same situation as you or just fine.

Suddenly someone caught you in his arms, and you scrambled, ready to grab your weapon to defend yourself.

"Y/N, calm down; it's me, Steve; I was worried," he said, releasing you a little, and he moved away to make sure you weren't hurt.

"I'm fine, but they were coming after me; we have to hurry before they find us," you commented urgently.

"Who has...?"

"I kept it well; I told you this mission would be a success."

Steve took your hand, and you started running together.

On weekends when you didn't have missions, you sometimes went out, although you usually stayed at home, trying to have a quiet and relaxing day.

You were rearranging some books; you had purchased several in the bookstore the previous month but had not had time to put them in the bookcase. You hummed the song that Steve put in the old stereo; at last, he managed to win the battle with the device. Probably soon. You could teach him to use a more modern or technological one.

"Hey, come here," Steve said from across the living room.

"Any missions?" you asked as you stood up.

"No, but we'd better not talk about it; you don't want us to have any last-minute ones," Steve replied.

You walked up to him, put your arms around his body, and kissed him. He put a hand on your waist once you separated and started to dance slowly. It was very calm music, and he was leading the step.

You loved those moments; it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist and it was just you and Steve in the universe.

You kept dancing for the next two songs. He kissed you, and you put a hand on his face.

"I love these moments with you," you whispered when you finished kissing.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Y/N, no, more like the rest of eternity. I've never been so happy before," Steve confessed.

"Nothing will keep us apart, I promise," you replied.

"Shall we have dinner at the restaurant you showed me the other day?" Steve proposed.

"Today? "

"Today we have the day off; what do you say?"

"All right, then, I'll go and get ready."

"No, you're fine like that; you're always beautiful."

"Oh, I won't go to a restaurant dressed like this; I have to get dressed up."

"Steve, did we come here for a special occasion?" You were very curious; you usually went to restaurants when you wanted to celebrate something special."

"Not exactly," he answered as he looked at the menu.

"I don't understand."

"The only thing I want to celebrate is how happy I am with you."

The night lights of the city accompanied them on their way back; neither of them had believed you could be so happy before you met each other.

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beyondthegame · 9 months

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you got me SOOO obsessed with e 😭 can i please ask for some music facts about them? thank you <3

Ooo, yes!

E discovered their writing talent before their singing talent, so they originally thought ‘okay, I’ll be a songwriter’.

^ All until one day they were at their friend’s birthday party. The live music booked for it got sick and didn’t turn up so E stepped in — and boom, found their singing talent.

They have multiple notebooks full of songs written, they even have the first shitty one they started working in.

E also dates when they start working on songs.

Genre: pop, RnB, a bit of dance. They’re a very emotive artist so they’d love to sing a ballad at some point… their label isn’t keen on that last idea.

Has a bass guitar named Rebel and an acoustic guitar named Rae. Also named their grand piano Forte <- (yes, E is a softie)

They like adding Spanish lyrics to some of their songs.

E realllyyy wants one of their tracks to be on a movie soundtrack.

When they’re on tour, their team: dancers, backing singers, technicians, catering, band etc. always have the best stuff to say about how lovely, caring and inclusive E is… but of course the media love painting them out as a diva.

Anndd of courseee, they want the pinnacle, E wants a Grammy. They’ll take a Brit Award but… y’know, GRAMMY!

under the cut for my Maxine Taylor x E brainrot, because I am down BAD uggh

Pre-Beyond the Game:

I totally headcanon that E approached Second Coming and thought ‘I like them… I like HER!’ and was like super respectful about the approach, slid in the dms, met face to face a few times, became acquaintances and was completely honest from the beginning about wanting to work with Maxine.

Maxine & E got each other’s numbers, they started texting and whatever and picked a date to go to the studio. Maxine strolls in, freshly dyed red hair and says ‘go on, what are your thoughts? tell me what you want’ *insert innuendo from E here*

E eventually gets serious & says that the media has been on their ass and they’re pretty much sick of it, especially since they’re usually depicted as only a model with no talent.

And I feel like Max loosely relates in a sense where she knows that the media is always going to have an opinion on you, and I think she handles this aspect of fame better than E but y'know... it's gonna sting sometimes.

Thus, the two of them talking about their dislike for certain aspects of their careers and the media — this then caused the creation and birth of Heartless.

I feel like Heartless had a good idea behind, obviously two talented artists ready to work on it, and it ended up taking some long ass months to finish and get perfect.

Month 5: I just imagine the two of them in the studio, a little tired, well past midnight, something isn't quite going right with the song, they've ordered takeout to relax and they're talking about stuff that they wouldn't usually tell anyone... if feelings are getting caught, it's right hereee.

^ Like they're looking at each other with hooded eyes and they just knoww that, not that it's necessarily a bad idea for them to kiss/catch feelings, but they both have 'thoughts' about relationships as a whole, and their partnership was one they walked into without even thinking about anything other than music... definitely leaving whether they kissed/did anything more up to you nikka

Fast-forward: Heartless is out into the world, gets nominated for an award and the single holds such a special place in E's heart. Definitely solidified Max and E's friendship, like E adores her.

I feel like they regularly keep in contact too — calls, texts, FaceTimes, chatting shit about the media as usual. E will always want to know how Second Coming's doing. E definitely invites them to tour with them.

Alsooo, headcanon that E has literally written a song about Max: just how grateful they are for their friendship with her, how you can find a person who is such a diamond in this industry etc... but that song is never seeing daylight asdfghjkl (shy E! for once)

Beyond The Game:

E texts Maxine like 'hey, got hospitality tickets to this football game... wanna come with??'

Hospitality seats at football stadiums are soo nice, like you're inside and you can watch through a window or watch on tv and you have the best food, alcohol, and you're rubbing shoulders with other celebs that are there.

Soo, Max and E would get pictured together and they'd probably laugh about it.

Whilst they're watching the game, Max would probably say 'oh, she's cute/hot' and she's talking about Miko. Miko then scores a goal. Maxine: 'very hot'.

^ This would then get E smiling a little...

#ask #e acevedo #didn't think under the cut would be so long asdfghjkl #hope it's enjoyable to read though #nikka 🫶🏼#for anyone who isn't nikka who reads this miko is nikka's oc for this if the one romancing e <3

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damagedintellect · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 10 💌

Summary: To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

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“Can the numbers that were called step forward?” Those who were called did as they were instructed. You mentally sighed in relief. You’ve done this song and dance many times, especially with this director. It was their signature move to cut the auditioners down before selecting callbacks and deliberating the final casting. You were currently in the middle of an audition at an off campus theatre for a musical practically written for you. It was an amazing opportunity for you, as the playwright was the disciple of a famous Broadway composer & playwright. With the connections they had you’d be a shoe in for the industry. This was your big break. You could almost taste it. You've worked your ass off to be where you were today and it's finally paid off. If only your parents could see you now, they'd be proud.

The director looked at the line up one last time. “Thank you for your time, you were all great performers but unfortunately we will not be requiring your talents for this production. If anything changes we’ll contact you within the next few weeks. Feel free to stay or leave at your leisure but we do ask you to do so quietly.”

Your heart stopped. This has never happened before. You followed the line off stage as you passed by shocked classmates who auditioned with you. You could tell by their expression that no one had seen this coming. It’s very rare for you not to be casted given your skillset and charm but you win some you lose some. Although no one liked losing some. “Can numbers 36, 3, 17, 43 and 11 go to the lobby for callbacks? The rest of you may take a short break before we resume the cold readings.” The musical director and the playwright grabbed their things before relocating to the lobby leaving the director to twirl their pen for a moment before they added “And can number 2 follow me to my office please.” that was your number but you don't know if that was a good or bad thing.

You were about to grab your things to leave before they called you to their office. You were slightly relieved but still confused as they motioned for you to enter the space and take a seat with almost a worried expression. “(Y/N), I was told to not tell you but I don’t think it would be fair to someone as hardworking as you, to leave you in the dark.” you tilted your head not understanding where they were going as they continued “We received a call from our benefactors to not cast you in this show. I tried to argue with them because I know you would have been the right person for the protagonist and after your audition today it proved my case but they were very adamant about the decision. They said that if I casted you at all, Joker would have their heads.” Your eyes widened in shock as the director sincerely apologized to you before letting you go. This was the first time in a long time that you were refused a role, while it wasn’t the end of the world you really wanted the distraction. After everything you hoped at least a different facet of your life would work out but it seems the universe had other plans for you.

As you made it back to the dorms you were mystified at the situation at hand. Who was this “Joker” person and why did they have it out for you? You don’t remember making enemies with anyone recent or otherwise and especially not in the industry. Your record was squeaky clean in that regard. As you walked in you were met with the rest of your dorm having a movie night. You forgot that it was tonight. Three or four months ago you all started a challenge to see who could find the best, worst horror movie out there. It was Ussop’s turn to showcase his pick and apparently he chose “Attack of the killer tomatoes” as his entry. It was a pretty strong contender versus Nami’s recommendation of “Sharknado”, Franky's suggestion of “Rubber” yes the one about killer tires, Robin threw in “Birdemic shock and terror”, Brook made you all watch Nicholas Cage’s “The Wickerman”, Sanji brought “The Refrigerator” which was his second choice because he didn’t want to ruin cotton candy for Chopper since he wanted to propose “Killer Klowns From Outer Space”, Ace’s movie was “Frozen” not the Disney film although he tried to submit that as his take first, Sabo’s pick was “The Happening” and Luffy offered up a suicide squad parody movie called “Sinister Squad”. Which you thought was a good rendition, you’re a sucker for fairytale crossovers but compared to everyone else you think he misunderstood the assignment.

Everyone had some glorious choices although that was leaving you with less options to bring to the table but you still had some time to find a gem before it was your turn to showcase your selection. You glanced around the room and took a seat next to Zoro. As you leaned over the marimo to grab some popcorn he asked you how the audition went. “Allegedly someone by the name of “Joker” has it out for me, the director couldn’t cast me because of it.” you shoved popcorn in your mouth to help lift your spirits. Zoro shrugged, he didn't know a "joker" and there wasn’t much he could say that could make you feel better. Instead he moved the popcorn closer to you and gave you a “Weird.” in return. The rest of the night took your mind off of the audition for the most part. There was no point in dwelling on it when you had no idea who “Joker” was, you’re not even sure how to find out that kind of information. The movie continued on and eventually everyone retired to their dorms. Hopefully things will make sense tomorrow.

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The jiggling of the bell on the door could be heard throughout the bookstore causing Law to look up from what he was reading. He couldn’t stand another one of Doflamingo’s lectures about the wedding plans. It was bad enough that he was in this predicament so he left Dressrosa and fled to one of his favorite quiet spaces near the university. Law felt bad that he was making everyone drive back and forth for wedding obligations despite knowing they didn’t mind at all. At this point he might as well steak out around the university since he doubts Bepo, Shachi and Penguin planned for the party to be in or near Dressrosa. He sipped his coffee, noticing the trio looking for him. Law gave a subtle nod when they made eye contact.

Law had texted the crew prior to him arriving knowing that they had a lot to discuss involving said bachelor party. Personally he didn’t want the goddamn party just like he didn’t want to be married but since life gave him lemons, he wanted to put salt into Doffy’s lemonade. He was interested to see what the hell they came up with to help ruin Doffy financially. Although Law knew deep down that some little party would never actually crush the empire the blonde created, but he could at least dream. Right now he was a dog on a leash and he hated every minute of it. He hasn’t been sleeping well since Corazon was in the hospital and despite being on academic leave he needed something to distract from Doflamingo’s obsessive cocky nagging as he prattled on about one thing or another that Law had no interest in and didn’t care about. The man has literally been living off of coffee and spite for the past few days. Not to mention his rash behavior over the fitting and avidly trying to make (Y/N) hate him or at least that’s what he was trying to do. At this point he truly didn’t remember what he said, all he knew was, she was pissed and hopefully over him romantically. It wasn’t his finest plan given their history but he was starting to become the shell of the man he once was. He just wants a break from the inevitable.

Bepo, Shachi and Penguin approached Law’s cozy reading nook concerned for his well being. They almost approached with the same energy you would a cornered animal that was ready to bite at any moment. Law sighed putting his book down. “I’m fine. I just want to talk about the party.” He saw each of them frantically looking at each other motioning for the other to speak. When no one did they basically started a game of charades with each other. Each of them making wild gestures only for the others to shake their heads. This cycle repeated for longer than Law thought it would. No one wanted to be the person to bring up the elephant in the room but they knew they had to talk about it at some point. Law sipped his coffee again not paying any attention to their antics knowing that this is how they were when they thought he would get mad at them. Law let them figure it out by themselves for a moment. Eventually they huddled into a group circle and decided who would speak after a round of rock, paper, scissors before Bepo and Penguin grinned and pushed Shachi forward. The redhead stumbled slightly before glaring at the other two exchanging a silent “This isn’t over” and clearing his throat. “First, what happened at the fitting? You owe us that much, captain.” his tone was cautious like he expected Law to snap at them for asking.

Law rolled his eyes. Even after knowing him for all these years they still insist on using that term of superiority. He didn’t want them to stop but right now he didn’t feel much like a captain. A captain should be able to protect their crew at all costs and he's failed.

“I had a phone call and took a walk. My apologies for making you all wait-”

Penguin scoffed, interrupting him “We all know that’s not what we’re referring to.” Shachi stood his ground next to him as Bepo cowardly hid behind the two. It was rare for them to confront Law but then again it was rare for Law to seemingly be in the wrong. “What happened between (Y/N) and I is none of your business.” Law put his coffee down.

“Like hell it is! We're not that dense, you know it affects everyone in the dorm.”

Law snapped back “That doesn’t make it their business either!” He might have spoken too loudly with his retort as some of the patrons looked their way. A few quick glares in their direction would do the trick and sure enough people quickly turned around breaking eye contact from the clearly aggravated surgeon.

“But you still love her right?” Bepo leaned over Penguin’s shoulder to see Law’s facade crack for a tick before his demeanor shifted back. It stunned everyone. That seemed to calm them down enough for the subject to divert slightly. Penguin sighed "Just tell me one thing," he looked Law in the eyes "Do you at least have a good reason for being a complete ass."

Law looked away and cleared his throat. That was enough for the trio to back off. Knowing Law the way they should; he wouldn't do something like this without a good reason. Hopefully (Y/N) would be able to drag it out of him and manage to fix this mess. The trio nodded before relaxing into the adjacent seats. Shachi smirked, "Anyways the party's gonna be lit so don't even worry about it." Penguin snickered as well while Bepo was still a little tense but they all gave him a knowing look.

Law raised an eyebrow "Why are you looking at me like that? What did you guys do?" He didn’t like the endless possibility of what those looks could mean.

The three lackeys laughed "Wouldn't you like to know."

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“That should be the last of it. Are we forgetting something?” you asked Sanji looking over everything you packed. It wasn’t much which is why you felt like you were forgetting something. Tonight was the bachelorette party and you had no idea what you were doing. You pretty much walked into the nearest Party City and bought a bunch of random crap that was in the specific section. Lots of pink, white and dick shaped decorations as well as little trinkets littered the isle and unfortunately you didn’t know Pudding well enough to confidently know if she would find them funny or not. Sanji was no help either and to no surprise he was off in his own little daydream as he scribbled down who knows what in a little black book. He was probably running through last minute details of the menu but honestly you wouldn’t know. You were too busy flipping through Pudding’s wedding planner to see if there were any hints to what she’d like but it was all blank. An entire book based on her thoughts and opinions and yet there was nothing about her personal interest. In the end google is your friend as you looked up ideas. Truth be told you should have done that days ago but after what happened at the audition you weren’t in the mood.

In the morning your mind kept circling back to who this “Joker” was. Did they like batman? Were they some kind of rich psychopath? Maybe some old crotchety theatre nerd, who knows. You huffed tilting your head back without realizing Sabo was leaning on that part of the couch reading the newspaper. He looked at you curiously “You good?”

“Physically yes, mentally no?” you sighed curling back on the couch. Sabo walked around the side to sit next to you. He gave you a soft smile before he asked “Care if I pick your brain apart?”

You shifted to lay down like you were in therapy “So, you know how I had that audition the other night?” Sabo hummed in response letting you continue “Well the director said they couldn’t cast me because of someone named “Joker”. They said that if they did he’d have their heads but I have no idea who that is and I don’t remember making any enemies in the industry.”

Sabo scratched his chin. He feels like he’s heard that name before but it wasn’t like the moniker “Joker” was unique or anything. “Peculiar indeed," he gave a light chuckle. "You've said theatre is cutthroat but I didn’t think you meant it like that.” Sabo tried to figure out whether he was imagining the familiarity of the name or if he genuinely heard it somewhere before. It wouldn’t be that weird with his line of work.

“That’s what I’m saying. I’ve worked with the director before which is why he even told me about it in the first place but the playwright and the composer are from Broadway so who knows.” you shifted to look at the blonde.

Sabo thought about it for a moment as to why the entertainment industry would have it out for a student at One Piece. Maybe if Sabo knew who’s heads would roll he could try to piece more of it together. He blinked for a second “This was for Wano Country Theatre right?” You nodded.

Wano Country Theatre is currently being overseen by Kaido of the Beasts, or simply put, Kaido Corp. The company was well known for producing obscure props and extremely detailed historically accurate weapon replicas. Nothing too out of the ordinary although they used to be good business partners with Big Mom Bakes but it didn’t really work out in the long run. Although it still doesn't lend much to who would take the hit from having you participate in the show, that was the outlier. Interesting, especially with the new development with Smile Corp but to Sabo’s knowledge Kaido doesn’t have any affiliations with Doflamingo, does he?

“Hello? Earth to Sabo?” you snapped him out of his train of thought. It might be worth looking into after all. Ivankov was in the entertainment business so there was a chance they might know something and asking Dragon if he’s heard of “Joker” wouldn’t hurt either. This actually might be the break in the case he was looking for. He gave his patented innocent smile “I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe one of the rich kids in your class paid them off and this is all one big “Joke” as one would call it.”

“Honestly I wouldn’t put it past (Rival’s/N).”

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While Sanji drove you over to the Baratie you searched the internet for what most bachelorette parties entail and it seems like you either do something boujee and lavish like a spa day or some cute homely diy thing other than that it seems the most common thing was to go clubbing or bar hopping. Comparatively renting out the Baratie and a karaoke machine was pretty good but how long would it take to be boring. You were worried that it wouldn’t be entertaining enough especially since the group was kind of divided. You scrolled for more ideas that you could do with as few resources as possible when Sanji gave his pitch.

“I could teach you guys how to mix cocktails. Might be fun. Drinking games are also fairly popular or so I’ve heard.” The look Sanji had on his face basically told you that he had ulterior motives but you were grasping at straws and it didn’t seem like half bad of an idea. “Sounds good to me, you can lead most of the activities then. Reading some of these suggestions makes it seem like a bachelorette party is just an adult slumber party. Pillow fights were even one of the suggestions here.” If only you were closer friends with everyone then it wouldn’t be that awkward. On top of that your mind was elsewhere as the date for the bachelor party approached. Not to mention you still had no idea how you were supposed to stop the wedding and you were running out of time.

Sanji dragged you out of your thoughts as he pulled into the loading dock. “I don’t mind running the show, being a good host comes with the job of being a cook but I thought every girl daydreams about this kind of stuff at one point or another. Why don’t you just do what you would have wanted for your bachelorette party?”

As you help him carry stuff in you hummed “Sure when I was a kid I hoped I’d get married one day but I never really thought about it seriously. Heck when I was a kid I didn’t even know what a bachelorette party was. Even now from my understanding it's your “Last night being single” so you celebrate it by doing things you can't do if you're married but like most of these suggestions you can still do when you're married? I don’t know, I guess I’m still naive.” A light bulb finally went off in your head. “Damn, maybe I should have hired a real stripper.” you looked Sanji up and down as he lit his cigarette. He was still wearing his casual clothes. You wonder if you still had time to convince him to wear what you brought. The blonde must have noticed you staring because he grimaced.

"Hey hey for the last time I'm not wearing the sexy bunny girl suit no matter how good my legs would look in fishnets," the moment he paused you could see the gears switch to his flirtier side. It’s been a while since you’ve seen the heart eyes because of the nature of your situation but since he was going to be surrounded by beautiful ladies all night it was expected. “Although if you and the other girls wanted to wear it I’d love to see that!” He twirled around with excitement at the prospect.

You sucked your teeth "Tsk, you're no fun." You had half a mind to tell him about Pudding’s crush to negotiate otherwise but you decided against it. The chances of that coming back to bite you in the ass was too prevalent for you to take the risk. Instead you continued to decorate the place with streamers and balloons while Sanji disappeared into the kitchen. By the time you were finally finished you hadn’t realized how late it’s gotten. They’d start arriving soon and you were still wearing your casual clothes. To be honest you didn’t really go over the dress code for tonight you just assumed everyone else would be wearing something a little more dressy. You brought a few different options just in case. As you went to change you bumped into Sanji who was fixing his hair. You’ve always known the blonde looked good in a suite but you were such a sucker for formal wear. How could anyone resist a pinstripe double-breasted business vest on top of a white button up that was rolled up to the elbow. It’s classy as hell but true to his word Sanji was sporting a pair of black lace bunny ears.

You couldn’t resist the urge to whistle “Looking good, Pudding’s gonna swoon when she sees you.”

Sanji’s face was dusted with blush as he tried to clear his throat “Y-you think so?” you only nodded walking into the lady’s room to change. Only when you were out of ear shot did you say “I know so.” A real shame she was getting married to Law. Had they met sooner, who knows what would have happened.

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After you came out you managed to put away the extra supplies before the others started showing up. While you waited for Law’s sisters to join the group you noticed everyone sort of hit it off despite the strange set of circumstances. At least it won’t be that awkward now. By the time the three showed up, Pudding seemed like she was Nami’s new bestie. As you greeted Law’s sisters again Baby 5 gave you a hug straight away while Sugar showed off her new bear. Monet waited patiently for her turn smirking at you and pulling you into a hug. You think back to what she said at the fitting while she pulled away. She winked at you as she bounced over to the others. You have no idea if she was being serious or just messing with you and at this point you were too scared to ask.

Sanji was in heaven as he taught you all how to make some basic cocktails. Pudding's drink involved using a shaker and no matter how Sanji demonstrated the technique she just couldn't quite understand how to shake it like he was. Sanji swiftly stood behind her wrapping his arms around hers to do the motion with her. Now you understood how Monet felt watching you and Law interact. Ew, pining people. You tried not to let the thought show on your face as you sipped your drink. It was good. Maybe if your acting career failed you could pick up bartending. While everyone sampled each other's drinks you learned yours was pretty decent. All together the activity seemed fun and interesting to everyone.

After a few drinks you were ready and fired up for karaoke. Sanji brought out some appetizers while Nami started it off with “Rich Girl” by Gewn Stefani. Monet wanted to go next singing “I’m like a bird” by Nelly Furtado followed by Sugar singing "I want Candy" by Aaron Carter. Baby 5 somehow convinced you to sing "Wannabe" by the Spice Girls with her and everyone had a good laugh at Robin insisting on singing "Tequila" by The Champs. Pudding couldn't decide on a song on what to sing so she passed the mic to Sanji and he sang "Mambo number 5" by Lou Bega. Afterwards, Pudding sang "Won't say I'm in love" by Alan Menken and David Zippel. Once everyone had a turn Sanji brought out the main course. You all ate, drank and sang to your heart's content. As the night continued and the drinks settled in Sanji coaxed everyone into another venture.

He rearranged everyone’s drinks around to be in front of their respective owner and with a flourish of his hand twirled an empty bottle in his hand before setting it on the table. There was a twinkle in his eye as he said “Spin the bottle, kiss or shot edition!” He took a bow like he was a genius waiting for applause. You only laughed at the gesture. Leave it to Sanji to try to get two ladies to kiss, that had to be one of his fantasies. When you glanced around the table you were stunned at the challenging expressions you received. Sugar had no interest but it seemed Robin and Baby 5 smiled suggesting it could be fun and Nami and Monet were glaring daggers at each other saying they weren’t going to lose. Pudding’s face was red and she was staring at Sanji.

She looked embarrassed but she pointed at the blonde “Y-Y-You have to play too. It’s not fair for you just to watch.” Sanji’s suave act faltered for a second before the heart eyes appeared and steam blew out of his nose. He twirled around grabbing a glass for himself. That’s how you ended up five shots in, beginning to think that you should start kissing already. With all the liquid filtering through your liver, your stomach wasn't too happy. Unfortunately the only people you seemed to land on were Pudding and Sugar. Sugar had no interest but Pudding was getting frustrated that you were the only one who kept landing on her. You didn’t want to land on her either for obvious reasons but at this point, especially with the drinks you had earlier you wanted the smooches. You had a pretty good tolerance, it was just a lot at this point in the night. The game was starting to turn more into truth, dare, shot or kiss but everyone was still surprisingly having a good time. Out of respect Sanji was kissing people on the hand or cheek when he finally landed on Pudding. Both of their faces were beet red and the rest of you gave each other knowing looks and started chanting “Kiss kiss kiss kiss” sure enough that was all the encouragement Sanji needed before he leaned into Pudding’s cheek however she caught the blonde off guard when she turned her head to face him. Everyone was screaming for one reason or another. You felt like school children it was stupid but also hilarious to watch as you took your turn next. The bottle spun for a while before slowing down everyone holding their breath for who it would land on.

Pudding was still flustered as was Sanji but Pudding managed to stutter out “Y-You can’t pass t-this one (Y/N)! If I had to, you have to kiss someone too!” The bottle finally stopped in front of Monet who for had a sly smile as she leaned over the table using her arms to press her chest out in front of her meeting you halfway “Come on (Y/N) I thought you weren’t one to back down form a challenge~”

The words swirled around in your head echoing close enough to the words Law said to you when you first arrived at Dressrosa. That's when something in you snapped, maybe it was the drinks or the fact Monet has been low key trying to flirt with you ever since Law's engagement. You doubled down and tried to wipe that smug look off Monet's face.

Everyone was squealing for for the most part all having different reactions but no one's reactions were as dramatic as Sanji’s. The blonde's nose started bleeding with an immense pressure that you're sure wasn't humanly possible as he could barely mutter something along the lines that he could die happy. What a way to end the night.

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fiction-justanotherstateofmind · 1 year

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Here I'll write the comments as I watch the new Teen Wolf movie, so SPOILERS!!

SPOILER

1) WTF! Why would you keep a evil spirit IN A RESTAURANT?! Easily accessible to anyone. And what if you open the wrong jar while cooking?!

Unbelievable.

2) All the Scott's first scene... kinda cringe

3) I'm not gonna lie, I missed the intro song 🎶

4) I've never heard Deaton speak so much (and for my Italian friends: lo vedo un po' sciupato)

5) Derek, my beautiful love! And hello, Stiles and Derek's son (called like Stiles' grandfather, Elias. iykyk)

6) Why do they talk about the Nemeton like they don't know it?

7) I love Derek as a dad. My heart is melting.

8) Parrish and Malia don't make any sense.

Update from the end of the movie. Ok, I kinda like them, but they still don't make any sense.

9) Apparently Deaton can fight now. Plus every time I see the nogitsune all I can see is this:

10) For a moment I thought I was watching the Winx... I guess some things never change. I surely didn't miss the bad special effects.

And why does everyone needs to be naked??

11) OMG!!! VICTORIAAA. This woman scares me even now

12) I've always dislike Allison, now even more: my poor poor Derek! 😭

Ok no, false alarm, but I don't change my opinion.

I really love Dad Derek btw.

13) I missed Peter and Chirs together. My other ship

14) Scott to Eli: "Find your dad". What if instead you tell him where his dad is too, since you do know Derek is at home but Eli doesn't *facepalm pt.2*

15) The parallel between Dark Allison and Scott and Dark Allison and her killing spree against my precious Erica and Boyd. YOU SEE WHY I DON'T LIKE HER?! (She didn't even say sorry for that btw)

16) The Sheriff killing Oni while sitting on the couch is on another level

17) Derek dies pt.2 (my heart can't take it anymore)

18) What?! Why, tell me why did you run against theirs swords. You literally killed yourself, Eli. *facepalm pt.3*

19) Peter, that was cringe af. And Chris wdym with 8 hours at most when we know from the show that it takes about 24h before the death?? Omg I can't with this movie

20) And now why do they care about the game? Hello, your father's going to die, Eli!!

21) Oh, she's really doing it. I didn't expect it (Allison shooting at Scott)

22) Ouch, that must hurt (Nogitsune with a new hole in the middle of his forehead)

23) I missed Chris and Peter's duo, but please give me back Peter's old hair style, this one is a death crime

24) Jackson my beautiful little lizard. I've always loved you ♡

25) How disgusting! It's like Rufus (from Kim Possible) became the Darach:

Do you se the resemblance too? Unfortunately I don't have a photo of the nogitsune unmummified.

26) The scene is kinda cheap but gods if I missed them

27) Why are Derek's eyes blue?? They were yellow again after the the Mexican fountain of youth

Update: nevermind. They reminded me that after Derek evolves his eyes go back to blue.

28) Can anyone stay dead in this city?? Harris too, come on!

29) You're giving your son TO SCOTT?? Are you serious, Derek?? It's like a big child, he can't take care of Eli. If Stiles was there, he would tell you the same (but if Stiles was there, Eli would be with his other dad -Stiles- so Scott wouldn't be even an option but I stand for my objection)

30) HIS EYES!! HIS EYES TURNED RED LIKE A TRUE ALPHA (btw, Derek, you've always been the alpha to me)

31) They've vanished. No corpse no death. And even then, we're in Beacon Hills so what is one more resurrection, right? Right??

32) SCOTT, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!! YOU'RE IN YOUR 30s, ALLISON IS STILL 16/17!

And why are you kissing anyway! Derek's dead*! (*to them, 'cause in reality Derek's alive, safe and sound. I know it)

33) Excuse me, can I see at least one tear for Derek Sourwolf Hale, please? Are y'all being serious? Scott is almost smiling!!

Also, they had a funeral for Derek but didn't invite Cora, his sisters... they didn't even tell Isaac that Allison is alive (you know, Allison, your boyfriend. I know you kinda forgot him even when you were dying but if you remember everything then Isaac is supposed to be in that everything too). They didn't even call Stiles!

35) Why does it seem that when the Sheriff was talking about the jeep he was actually talking about Stiles and Derek (or sterek as a ship/concept). No matter what, we sterek shipper will stand. Always and forever.

Final thoughts

I thought worse but at the same time it felt rush. I wanted to see more Eli and Malia bonding. Also the way the Sheriff cares about Eli it seems more like a grandfather to a grandson (if you know what I mean) but we couldn't really see that. And can we talk about Derek and Noah (John for the friends)'s partnership? Or how Derek speaks about Stiles with Noah as he's still in touch with him??

And where is Eli come from anyway?! Are we finally normalize mpreg?

Final final thoughts

I didn't like this movie. It was like a big bad Scallison fanfiction found on wattpad (ao3 is better). A lot of things were forgotten and other changed.

BUT

There's always a but (as in the Derek's "death" *wink wink*).

This movie gave us a lot of sterek material.

I'm afraid of what Jeff Davis' mind could possibly come with for another movie, probably more about Eli's past which means a mother for sure (unfortunately the world isn't ready for mpreg yet I'm afraid) and less sterek material. But at the same time I want to see Derek alive again, I want to see how they would manage with two true alpha and how Derek and Eli's relationship would evolve.

I want a lot of things to see but I'm afraid they won't give me any of them, so I can't decide either I want another movie or not.

What do you think?

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #stiles x derek #gif #dylan o'brien #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #scallison #teen wolf movie reaction #derek is alive I know it #werewolves #werewolf #elihale #eli is stiles and derek's son

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shhh-no-ones-home · 9 months

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superheroes bucky barnes x reader

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i had some music inspiration for this one and needed to get it out of my brain. so hopefully anyone still around likes this angsty bit. its not my greatest but im more than a little rusty lol

enjoy

Song: I go crazy by orla gartland

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"Okay so do you guys wanna do another movie next week?"

Hannah said, I pulled the door open and let her walk in to the diner.

"Is something new coming out that I didn't know of?"

Katie responded, stepping past me after her.

"I think she means she just wants to get out of the house kate."

"Oh, okay."

They both turned towards the order screen and started choosing their dinners.

"Look y/n it's not that I wanna get out of the house. It's that I really don't wanna hang out with my mother all day every day. I already do that... And I miss girl time."

I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the screen to add my order.

"So our plan for every week now is gonna be movie, dinner here, we don't talk for 6 days, then repeat?"

Katie laughed.

"Guess so."

I paid and took the receipt.

"We could switch things up if that doesn't sound fun."

Hannah said, grabbing a cup out of the dispenser.

"Yeah brunch and the mall instead."

Katie quipped back, filling her own cup.

"Spending more money."

I responded, looking disapprovingly at both of them.

"We could do something free."

Hannah said, turning to find a booth to sit in.

"I don't think your idea of free is the same as ours han."

"okay then you think of something genius."

i rolled my eyes as i slid into the booth opposite her.

"i dont know, pool and getting hot guys to buy us drinks? thats free."

kate raised her brows as her attention drew to the door.

"hot guys like him."

she said quietly and hannah nodded, her mouth slightly open. i turned slowly to look at him. my mouth immediately went dry as i faced forward.

"you should go ask him out."

hannah nudged kate and i held my breath.

"youre not his type."

i said a little irritated, taking a sip of my drink.

"alright ill ask if he'll go out with you instead."

she said, standing and walking to him. i couldnt comprehend what was happening fast enough. and before i knew it she was standing next to him as he ordered. god this was going to be interesting. i hadnt seen or talked to bucky in a few months and now one of my best friends was asking him on a date for me. not that i had a choice in the matter but still. he looked over at me and i gave him a tight-lipped smile. god i wasnt going to hear the end of this if he decided to even talk to me. they seemed to chat for only a moment before kate came back to the table with a wide grin on her face.

"so?"

hannah asked.

"well he said he was flattered, and he thinks youre very pretty."

"but?"

"but nothing."

i drew my brows, mirroring hannah.

"theres always a but. ...but hes taken ...but hes not into girls ...but he just got out of rehab and needs to get his shit together."

i snorted. no he had his shit together. more or less. and he was definitely single.

"nope thats all he said. i think you should go talk to him."

she nodded towards be suggestively. i sighed and stood up from the booth. both girls giggle to each other.

"dont get so excited im going to go appologize."

"lame."

Kate mumbled under her breath as i started across the diner to where he was sitting; a table close to the entrance.

"if i didnt know better id say you were following me."

i said and he smiled up at me.

"mind if i sit?"

"please do."

he said and i took the seat across from him.

"your friend is a real charmer."

he said, trying to hide a laugh.

"yeah shes a real hoot."

i said annoyed.

"so, you think im cute?"

he asked jokingly and i smiled.

"definitely not."

i said sarcastically and he laughed.

"that scar on your right shoulder would say otherwise."

he said winking at me and i sent him a knowing look.

"its nice to see you too buck."

"you wanna tell em or should i?"

he asked, nodding their way. i snorted.

"if you want a chance to get laid tonight then neither."

he raised a brow and smirked at me.

"see you then."

i nodded before standing up and walking back to our table.

"well he seemed into you. did you get his number?"

hannah asked, dipping her fries in ketchup before shoving them in her mouth.

"i did not."

they both acted deflated.

"youre so boring."

kate said, sliding her milkshake closer to her.

"he was very glad i went over there. made sure you didnt really make a fool of yourself."

she rolled her eyes at me.

"of course i didnt. he's hot and you need a man."

i picked up a fry.

"i dont need anyone."

i said before tossing it into my mouth.

"yeah, keep telling yourself that."

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when i was finally home i sighed and and sank into the couch. i loved my girls nights but they were always tiring by the time we were done. and i was so tired i was thinking about just sleeping right there in my jeans. i didnt wanna move much less get ready for bed. going to the bar after the diner was not a good idea even though i wasnt the one drinking.

"you look beat."

i heard a soft voice from the kitchen, turning slightly to see bucky leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"if you knew where i was tonight you would know why."

he snickered to himself.

"i did and i do. those are some partiers you hang around with."

i snorted.

"only occasionally."

he pushed off the door and walked further into the living room.

"so i take it i should leave?"

i shrugged against the couch, my shirt pulling up and exposing part of my tummy.

"not unless you dont mind doing all the work."

he sent me a look.

"wouldnt be the first time, you know what i do for work."

i smiled at him and sat up properly.

"would it be too much to just cuddle right here?"

he smiled back and walked slowly to me.

"i will gladly."

he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the chair beside the couch before sitting down. i scooted to him and he wrapped me in a tight hug against his body. he smelled just the way i remember, dark and earthy. it was comforting.

"i miss you bucky."

i mumbled into his chest, closing my eyes as i breathed deeply.

"i know. i do too."

i pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

"you could stay this time. you dont have to run away. you dont have to be somewhere to save somebody. you could just stay here with me and we could have a life together."

i was hopeful but i knew better.

"its fun while it lasts but you know im not made for this anymore. the home, the spouse, the charmed life."

i sighed and buried my face into his chest.

"but you could be. you can be whatever you want. you could be mine."

his breathing hitched and he pulled away. he looked between my eyes with a sad look behind his own.

"i love you."

"but?"

i asked sadly.

"it would kill me if you got hurt again... because of me."

i shook my head slowly.

"im retired from that life. and maybe you should consider it too."

then i heard a beeping from his phone that was all too familiar. the world needed him. and i couldnt deprive them of that. he helped people. thats just who he was.

"you know-"

"you cant. i know. but if you ever want to try again you know where to find me."

he looked at me like a beaten dog, and i slowly let him go.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too buck, go save the world."

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