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2stepadmiral · 2 months

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Something I love about Luke, Leia, and Han is that before the Skywalker twins reached their mid twenties, the trio shared about three braincells.

I mean, before the Death Star, Leia and Han probably had a respectable amount each (Leia needed to be smart as an up and coming Rebellion leader and Han definitely was clever as a smuggler and conman), but after that first argument in the detention hall in the middle of a desperate firefight that culminated in a dive into the trash compactor, some cosmic alignment of their inner natures mixed with the will of the Force resulted in both of them being brought down to Luke’s level.

Now, over the years, they all became much smarter and better at working together, but right from the death star onwards for the first few years, they shared about three brain cells. Individually, each of the three were in possession of maybe one at all times, and were decently competent on their own. Luke was a great pilot and field commander, Leia was a fine strategist and mission planner and inspirational leader, and Han, of course, was a very competent smooth talker and mechanic, as well as a brilliant pilot. But put them together in a room, or on a mission together, and usually one of them is going to end up with all three brain cells while the others are up on their shit.

Luke usually ends up with the brain cells when Han and Leia are bickering. The slightest thing sets them off, and suddenly Luke is the voice of reason, which she is very much not used to being.

“I thought you said this was a shortcut, not the front doorstep to an Imperial station for the sector.”

“Hey, I’ve slipped through this way a dozen times before, and never had any trouble. You were supposed to be monitoring the base.”

“Oh, sure, captain, blame me for you forgetting there is an imperial outpost over here.”

“ < exasperated sigh> Alright, Chewie, let’s power up the guns, and hope that these two don’t crash into a Star Destroyer.”

When Leia has all three, it’s usually because Han is on some reckless Corellian daredevil kick, and Luke is in adventure crazed teenager living his dream mode and is too focused on his x-wing or his squadron to see the big picture. Both mindsets are often at least indirectly because of the influence of Wedge Antilles and Tycho Celchu.

“Luke, stop fiddling with your X-wing, we have a scouting mission.

“One second land, I’ve almost got the inertial dampeners just where I need them. Wedge and I were talking, and I think if we have these in sync during our next mission, we should be able to reduce drag by 1.56%.”

“You can finish when we get back.”

“ Wait, we’re not taking Rogue Squadron?”

“<sigh> what part of scouting mission did you miss? and where is Han?”

“I think he’s with Wedge and Tycho.“

“Oh no. What laser brain stunt did they dare him to try this time?“

“…Well, they might’ve said something about flying the falcon through the gap of an imperial two communication tower?”

“Kriffing Corellians. And you didn’t think to order Wedge and Tycho to stay away from Han?”

“…Han is good for squadron morale.”

“<sigh>”

And on the disturbingly, frequent occasions were Han is in possession of the brain cells, it is, without fail, because Leia is in full devotion to the cause of the rebellion mode, and Luke is in strange-mystic-Jedi-shit-is-calling-me-and-I-must-answer-the-call mode.

“Hey, princess, are you still on that Agamar campaign?”

“The people of Agamar need our help, Han. I need to figure out a way to neutralize these Golan batteries.”

“Um, sure, OK, but we’re currently on a completely different mission, and I kind of need you to be ready to mail the guns when we get there.”

“Don’t worry about me, I’ll be just fine when we get to Ord Mantell.”

“Ord Mantell? Uh, this is a mission to Taris.”

“What? oh, you’re right, sorry. I’ve just planned so many of our next few missions, I kind of forgot, which one we’re on.”

“… When’s the last time you ate?”

“I’ll eat once I figured out how to bring down these Golan shields.”

“…Hey, Luke? Any chance you could talk her worshipfulness into having some rations? …Kid?”

“ what? oh, sorry, hon, I was reading this account on spirituality by Plo Koon, and I thought I might’ve heard Ben’s voice coming from the engine room.”

“…Ben Kenobi is dead, Luke.”

“I know, Han, but sometimes, I can hear his voice through the Force, guiding me, helping me. I’ve been trying to research why and have been reading these journals Ben had in his home on Tatooine, and…”

“Kid, when’s the last time you ate anything?”

“…, now that you mention it, I’m not sure.”

“…”

Moments like these are frequent until maybe half, and after Endor, these moments become very occasional and much more casual as the trio becomes closer and more accustomed to each other’s quirks.

“I thought you fixed the deflector oscillator before we left!”

“I did! Don’t blame me if the Alliance stuck me with substandard parts.”

“Save it for later, you two, or you’d better let me and Chewie take over while you sort it out. I have a Star Destroyers coming up on our bow, and Zsinj would love to hear that the Falcon was shot down.”

“Fair point, kid. Will discuss this later, princess.”

“Fine by me. I’ll try and get those shields dialed in.”

Or,

“Luke, I need you to come with us. I’m meeting with the Queen of Naboo, and I need you as an escort.”

“Sure, Leia. Let me just finish these adjustments and I’ll be ready to fly. Oh, no X-wing?”

“Not this time. Have you seen Han?”

“I think that he went to help Wedge and Tycho perform reflex tests on the new rogue squadron recruits. They should be down at the gorge.”

“With speed bikes, I presume?”

“I think so, but Han told me to tell you he would be careful. And wear a helmet.”

“Well, I guess that’s something.”

Or,

“Han, give me my data pad, I need to prepare for the meeting with the delegation from Ryloth.”

“The Twi’lek research can wait until you finish your supper, Leia. It’s in the gallery, I made plenty, and don’t come back until you’ve had at least two portions. You need to keep your strength up while you’re helping to build the New Republic. Mon Mothma can’t expect you to do everything without even having a proper meal every now and again.”

“… Can I continue while I eat?”

“Not until you’ve had at least one full plate. <sound of grabbing a holocron> You too, kid. You need to stop making me be the responsible one around here.”

“Han, you know that I can just grab that back from you with the Force?”

“Yeah, and what kind of message would that send to the galaxy about the new Jedi? They go around stealing holocrons instead of just eating their dinner like a normal person? Go on, have some food. I made some Karkan ribenes with tomo-spice.”

And right around the time they start figuring this dynamic out, they start to notice that Chewie is less irritated with the three of them. Little do they know, because, again, three brain cells shared between the three of them, that Chewbacca has been actively trying to loan them any of the hundreds of brain cells he’s accumulated over the course of his 200 year long Wookie life and has been furious with how unresponsive to his wisdom they have been.

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ptergwen · 2 years

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can’t get close | ch. one

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w/c: 5,542

warnings: explicit language, smoking, drug use, references to sexual activity, adult content throughout

summary: peter parker agrees to tutor you in physics for one reason and one reason only; you’re paying him. but, it quickly becomes about more than the money.

a/n: i’ve had this in the drafts for a long ass time and i’m so stoked i finally get to share it with y’all omg i hope you enjoy this series as much as i do bc i can’t wait for you to see what’s next! also a reminder that all characters are of age and you should only proceed if you’re 18+! feedback is appreciated, much love to you <3

“fuck.”

you’re looking over the physics test your teacher just handed back, trying to make sense of her many markings. each page is covered in streaks of red pen from top to bottom. psychics isn’t your strongest subject by any means, but you didn’t think it was this weak. your heart nearly falls out of your chest when you read your grade.

you failed.

by one point.

screw physics, and screw ms. warren, too.

“shit,” you curse, slamming the test down on your desk. harry looks back at you. “something the matter, y/l/n? what’s got your panties in a twist?” he wonders with that stupid smirk of his. “not you, that’s for sure,” you retort. “ooh, feisty today, are we?” he observes.

harry turns around in his seat to face you properly. he leans his elbows on your desk, the smirk still evident on his features. you glare at your test score written in big, red numbers.

it’s almost as if it’s taunting you.

“seriously, you good?” harry checks. “you could always talk to me, y/l/n,” he nudges your foot with his own. “i failed, harry. i fucking failed the test,” you mutter. “what? lemme see,” harry demands.

you wordlessly push your test towards him. he picks it up and examines it, frowning at the paper in his hands. you press your lips together.

“just a point off, huh? it could be worse. shit was hard, man,” harry comforts you, giving you your test. you put it face-down this time. “yeah? what’d you get?” you challenge. “that’s between me and warren,” he taps your nose with his index finger. “so what i’m hearing is, you passed,” you conclude. “barely, but i didn’t want you to feel bad,” he admits. “nothing could make me feel worse than the fatass F on my paper,” you deadpan.

your gaze lands on peter parker up at ms. warren’s desk, watching their exchange.

“excellent work, peter. i was very impressed,” ms. warren compliments. she even smiles at him, something she never does. “thank you, that means a lot,” peter smiles back, retrieving his test from her. “most students get stumped on the constructed response. not you, though,” she goes on.

peter is the by far brightest student at midtown. you know it, he knows it, everybody knows it. he doesn’t have to try for it, either. he’s one of those people who’s naturally smart, shit just comes to him. you swear the kid’s brain must be wired different or something.

you think it’s pretty damn cool how genius peter is. you’ve got to wonder what it’s like being such a science whizz. you don’t have enough brain cells for it, though. you’re killing them all off, fucking around and getting high.

it’s whatever. you’re more of an english kind of gal, anyway.

“nerd alert!” harry calls to peter, hands cupped over his mouth to project his voice. peter’s brows furrow as he searches for the source of it. “dude, leave him,” you smack at his chest.

the bell rings, signaling the end of the period. your classmates hurry out of their seats and file towards the door. ms. warren reminds everyone of an upcoming homework assignment on the way out. you flip her off behind her back, to which harry snickers at.

“lunchtime,” you wiggle your eyebrows. “let’s go smoke.”

“jeez, y/n. what did you get right?” liz murmurs, flipping through your physics test. “not much, as you can see,” you answer. you take a long drag from your cigarette before passing it off to harry. “hey, it’s no big deal. there’s always the next one,” harry tries.

you’re seated at your usual picnic table outside. you sit up on the tabletop with harry and liz on the bench facing you. harry inhales smoke from the cigarette and puffs it out in your face. you waft the smoke back towards him with a giggle, liz sighing at both of your childish behavior.

harry osborn and liz allan are your very best friends in the whole world. they’re your ride or dies. peter may be well known around midtown, but he’s not the only one. you three have got quite the reputations yourselves. just, for different attributes.

you’re the best fuck, got the best stash. harry is your dealer. liz has the brains, so she gets you and harry out of the trouble you get yourselves into. she’s not afraid to let loose from time to time, though. the three of you make the perfect trio.

“y/n, you’ve gotta get your grades up,” liz warns. “warren’s tough. she won’t think twice about failing you, and i mean for the year,” she sets your test down in your lap. “too bad i can’t fuck her for an A,” you say, snatching your cigarette back from harry.

harry flicks your knee over your jeans. you kick your foot at him in retaliation. he dodges you.

“i’m serious. i had her last year, remember?” liz asks, sipping her iced cofeee. “yeah, yeah. lucky you, you already took physics,” you speak with the cigarette between your teeth. “exactly, so i know what she’s like,” liz finishes. you exhale smoke and a chuckle along with it. “you wanna help me out then, lizzie?” you question.

“you mean, like, tutor you?” liz wonders, her features holding amusement. “why not? you’re smart, you know the curriculum. let’s do it,” you propose. “i’d love to, but i can’t. i’m really busy with decathlon, and yearbook, and…” she smiles apologetically. “say no more, madam president. i understand,” you assure her.

you jam your cigarette into the wooden table to put it out, tapping the ashes onto your physics test. you peer around the courtyard at the other tables. peter parker happens to be at one of them. he’s laughing about something with his friends, prompting your lips to pull up in a grin.

“you should ask parker to tutor you,” harry suggests. “are you out of your mind? he would never,” you scoff. “are you out of yours? he’s a pro at physics, and i’ve seen you checking him out,” he pokes your knee, hard.

you wave him off, although you don’t deny it.

“oh my god, you totally should!” liz chimes in. “i coach peter for decathlon, he’s awesome. i’m sure he’d be happy to do it,” she vouches for him. “you think so?” you narrow your eyes at her. “of course. he’s a sweetheart,” liz laughs out. “c’mon, ask him,” harry encourages. “right now?” you peek over at peter.

he’s munching on a carrot stick, listening intently as one of his friends rambles.

“not like he has much else going on,” harry states, stealing liz’s coffee and chugging what’s left of it.

you are in desperate need of a tutor. there’s no way you’re repeating physics. once is more than enough, so you’ll take all the help you can get to pass the godforsaken class. it’s your senior year. if you fail, you risk not graduating. besides, peter is an expert, and he seems chill. if anyone can help you, it’s him.

it’s worth a shot.

“sure, what the hell?” you decide, swinging your legs off the table. “attagirl! that’s the spirit!” harry cheers. “remind him there’s acadec practice after school. he hasn’t been showing for some reason,” liz requests. “peter parker cutting classes? i gotta give him more credit,” you joke.

you stand up on the bench before hopping down into the grass. you then make your way over to peter’s table. as you’re approaching him, you shake out your oversized t-shirt to rid it of the smell of smoke. you plaster on your sweetest smile and stride up to peter and his friends, going to the head of the table. the three of them are caught up in their conversation.

“what’s up, parker?” you speak up. peter’s head whips in your direction. “leeds, watson,” you nod at his friends, ned and mj. mj nods back. “y/l/n,” ned greets, trying to play cool. “to what do we owe the pleasure?” mj asks. peter merely stares up at you. “can i sit?” you ask him. “uh, yeah. go ahead,” he mumbles.

you take the empty spot on the bench next to peter. his eyes practically pop out of his head.

peter is shocked you’re talking to him. he can’t recall you two ever even speaking before now. there’s also the fact that you’re you, and he’s him. it’s not like you run in the same circles.

what’s your deal?

“you’re probably wondering what i’m doing here,” you read peter’s mind. “what if i told you i knew a way you could make a dollar or two?” you start. he perks up, interest piqued. “keep talking,” he replies, nibbling on another carrot. “tutoring. have you ever considered it?” you grin, proud of your idea.

“tutoring for what?” mj questions. “and who?” ned piggybacks. you lock eyes with peter. “me, for physics,” you reveal. peter is dumbfounded, and his face doesn’t hide it. “seriously?” he almost chokes on his carrot. “that hard to believe, huh?” you chuckle. “i mean, no offense, but…” he looks to ned and mj. “you’re not exactly the tutoring type,” mj grimaces.

“listen,” you sigh, glancing between the three of them. “it wasn’t my first choice either, but i’m failing, and that’s not an option,” you explain. “i really don’t wanna retake this shit. i won’t make it through another year… not alive, at least.”

your voice quiets towards the end of your sentence. you pick at your manicured nails, gaze drifting to the ground. peter’s lips twitch into a sympathetic frown.

this must be heavy on your mind. he’d hate to see you struggling when he knows he could help, or anyone for that matter. plus, you offered to pay. he could really use the money.

“why peter, though? why do you want him to tutor you?” mj inquires. “yeah, why peter?” ned gawks. “liz wasn’t available,” you honestly answer. ned and mj share a look. “no, but seriously. he’s the smartest guy in our class. hell, he’s the smartest guy at this school,” you flash peter a smile. peter finds himself returning it. “who better than him?“ you rationalize. “fair enough,” he decides.

“is that a yes? you’ll do it?” you ask. “i’ll do it,” peter confirms. you grab him by his shoulder, face lighting up. “perfect! when do we start?” you wonder. “how’s today after school, if you’re free?” he responds, laughing softly at your enthusiasm. “i am, but you’re not. decathlon practice,” you click your tongue.

“how did you…” peter trails off. “liz,” ned and mj reply in unison. you beam at them. “okay. um, after practice? we could meet up?” peter lets his eyes flit to yours. “text me your addy. looking forward to working with you, parker,” you conclude, getting up from the bench. “you too, y/l/n. see you later,” he shoots you another smile.

you wave to ned and mj before jogging back over to your table. ned claps peter on the back, who’s looking at you over his shoulder.

if he only knew what he was in for.

“nice work, everyone! don’t forget to review the topics we discussed for next practice,” liz dismisses the decathlon team.

the team stands from the table, each saying their goodbyes to one another. peter and ned pack up their things.

“i can’t believe y/n y/l/n is coming over to your apartment,” ned raves. “neither can i,” peter murmurs, shoving books in his backpack. “seriously, peter! this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! what are you gonna wear?” ned asks. “uh, this?” peter gestures to his science pun t-shirt and khakis. “dude,” ned groans.

“i mean, does it matter? i’m only tutoring her, ned,” peter reminds him. “peter, you don’t just tutor a girl like y/n,” ned refutes. peter zips his backpack, looking blankly at him. “we’re gonna study, and i’m gonna get paid. that’s all,” he brushes him off. “that’s why i’m doing it, you know. for the money,” he slips a backpack strap onto his shoulder.

“really? that’s the only reason?” ned presses. “and, because i feel bad for her. nobody should have to retake physics. it’s the spawn of satan,” peter justifies. the two of them begin to make their way out of the auditorium. “true. well, good luck. let me know how it goes,” ned pats his friend on the shoulder. “alright. thanks, man,” peter replies before ned leaves the auditorium.

“peter!” liz shouts out. “come here a sec!”

peter clutches onto his backpack strap, head tilted to the side. he walks back over to the table, where liz is tidying the space. she pauses to rip a piece of paper from her notebook. she scribbles something down on it, then hands it to him.

“y/n’s number,” liz says. “right, thanks,” peter nods, tucking the paper into his pocket. “good job today, by the way. we missed you. don’t work y/n too hard,” she winks. “missed you guys too, and i won’t,” peter chuckles, exiting the auditorium at last.

once peter is settled in at home, he retrieves your number from his pocket. he puts it into his phone, lips pursed curiously. without thinking too much of it, peter types out his address and hits send. you reply all but a second later.

peter jumps when his phone buzzes, not expecting you to answer so fast. he cracks a small smile as he reads your message.

be there soon! brace yourself parker :)

peter gathers his physics materials while you head over to his apartment. he then decides to neaten up the messy space in anticipation of your arrival. you’re his company, he supposes. besides, his aunt may will surely appreciate him cleaning up after himself for a change. she’s always saying the place is a pigsty.

he’s pushing a cereal box into the kitchen cabinets when you knock at his door. he quickly closes the cabinets and scrambles to get the door, but not without stopping to check his reflection in the toaster. he meticulously combs back his hair with his fingers before he realizes what he’s doing.

ned must have gotten in his head.

peter rolls his eyes at himself and fixes his hair the way he had it. he pads over to the door, turning the knob to reveal you on the other side. you sport a wide grin, a textbook hugged to your chest. he’s pleasantly surprised that you came prepared.

“let’s get to work, shall we?” you prompt. “we shall. come on in,” peter invites you.

you wander inside, your perfume filling the air as you pass by. peter shuts the door and meets you at his kitchen table, where you’ve already seated yourself. you get comfortable in your chair, leaning back with one leg crossed over the other. you open up your textbook. peter sits across from you and does the same.

“so, what’s on the agenda?” you question. “i figured we could start at the beginning, go back to the basics,” peter responds. “we’ll take it slow, okay?” he looks over at you. “mm, not my specialty,” you remark. peter’s eyes widen at your innuendo. “kidding. whatever you think, parker. we’re in your territory now,” you say.

“okay, cool. turn to page-“ peter cuts himself off when you plop into the seat next to him. “i’d rather look on with you, if that’s alright. i’m a visual learner,” you explain. “sure, whatever works for you,” he assures you, flipping to the first chapter.

you move in so you can see better. your shoulder squishes against peter’s, the sweet scent of your perfume smelling stronger from how close you are. your lips part, then curve into a smile. peter gets distracted by your gaze, subconsciously inching even closer to you. you nod for him to start. he snaps out of his daze and shifts to face forward.

what the hell was that?

pull it together, peter. pull it together.

“chapter one, introduction to dynamics,” peter reads aloud. you follow along with your finger on the paper. “dynamics is the study of bodies in motion. dynamics is concerned with describing motion and explaining its causes,” he begins, glancing at you. “you okay with that?” he checks. “yeah, so far so good,” you affirm. “awesome. the general field of dynamics consists of two major areas,” he continues.

“should i be taking notes or something? i, uh, don’t wanna get lost,” you confess. peter looks up from the textbook, his kind eyes meeting yours. “is that how you usually study?” he asks. “on the rare occasion i do, yeah. i take notes as i go,” you reply. “i’m not sure how well it works, though. it’s sometimes too much to understand at once,” you shrug, chewing your lower lip.

“maybe we could try a different approach,” peter speaks quietly. “how about we read through the chapter first, then go back and write down what you think is important after?” he grins. you smile back, lip still between your teeth. “that sounds good. i like that,” you agree. “great, let’s go on. stop me anytime you want me to explain something, okay?” he offers. “mhm, thanks,” you hum.

“the general field of dynamics consists of two major areas: kinematics and kinetics…”

you and peter take your time working through the first chapter of your physics textbook. he’s impressed by your positive attitude and drive to learn more, taking an active interest in everything he covers. you’re grateful for peter’s patience with you and how willing he is to answer all your questions in as many ways as you need him to. you have a lot of them.

the session goes way better than either of you were expecting. although you’ve nowhere near mastered physics yet, you’re at least putting in an effort.

“this is a good place to stop for today, but we’re making progress,” peter eventually decides. you face palm into the textbook. “thank god. there’s only so much physics i can take,” you grumble. “you and me both,” he concurs, venturing into the kitchen. “snack?” he asks you. “yes, please,” you do a thumbs up.

“how was decathlon practice?” you make conversation while peter searches his fridge. “i’ll spare you the details. i think i’ve bored you enough for one day,” peter chuckles. “i asked, didn’t i?” you reiterate. you sit back up in your chair. “uh, it was good. we just ran some drills, talked about nationals,” he elaborates, now rummaging through the cabinets.

“ah, liz told me you guys might go back this year. you’re the reigning champs,” you recall. “that’s us,” peter echoes. when he opens the cabinet, the cereal he put away earlier falls out. “you like fruit loops?” he questions, holding up the box. “dude, i fucking love them. gimme,” you command.

peter pours you each a bowl of cereal and brings them back over to the table. you dig in, earning lighthearted laughter from him.

“when’s our next session?” you ask between a mouthful of fruit loops. “i thought we could meet, like, once a week or so. so, next week?” peter answers. you drop your spoon. “that’s it?” you inquire. “you wanna meet more than that?” peter copies your incredulous tone. you give him a look, a dead-serious look. “if you think it’ll help you, sure,” he says before downing the last of his cereal.

peter carries your empty bowls to the sink to wash them out. you push in your chair, fumbling around in your jeans for your wallet.

“well, i’ve gotta run. me and harry have some… business to attend to,” you speak over the running water. “we’ll discuss more tomorrow. thank you, parker. for the tutoring and the fruit loops,” you send him another smile. “you’re welcome. glad i could be of service,” he replies, and means it. “money’s on the table. see ya!” you inform him before rushing out the door.

did that really just happen?

peter dries off his hands with a kitchen towel and goes back over to collect the money. he sorts through it, blinking wildly. you left him a couple of twenty dollar bills. they smell of sugary vanilla, your signature scent.

“this is definitely more than a dollar or two,” peter remarks, pocketing the twenties.

that really just happened.

“alright, y/l/n. what’s it gonna be?” harry questions.

he’s multitasking, rolling a blunt while he deals to you. you’re sprawled across his bed on your stomach, feet up and kicking behind you. you’d come straight to his place after leaving peter’s. you need to restock your supplies, so it was time to hit him up.

“an ounce of your finest,” you respond. harry licks and pinches the rolling paper to shape it. “weed?” he asks. “yeah. i’m not into hard stuff,” you quirk a stern brow. “and what a shame that is, y/l/n. you have no idea what you’re missing,” harry sighs, setting down the freshly formed blunt. “i’d like to keep it that way,” you mumble.

“an ounce of my finest, coming right up,” harry announces. he tosses you a small, sealed baggie, which you catch. “pleasure doing business with you, osborn,” you let out a raspy laugh. “can i get some E, too?” you wonder. “lemme see if i have any. i was almost out, last time i checked,” harry rubs his chin.

you often wonder where harry gets this shit from. his father is a big businessman with connections all over the city, so you assume it’s something to do with that. the osborn name, that is.

“what do you need ecstasy for, anyway?” harry questions. “always like to have some, just in case. it’s fun to fuck on,” you clarify, arching your back to stretch it out. “trust me, i know,” he wiggles his eyebrows. he opens up a drawer he uses to hide his stash, fishing around for the ecstasy. “who’re you fucking nowadays?” he pries. “who am i not fucking?” you counter.

his hand emerges with another baggie, this one with two pills resembling smiley faces inside.

“come and get it,” harry prompts you. you lunge forward and reach for the bag, but he pulls it away. “that’s gonna cost extra, since i’m running low,” he smiles wickedly. “whatever it is, i’ll pay it,” you concede.

harry holds out his hand for you to place your wallet in it. you give it to him, sitting up on your knees. he gathers all the cash you have and counts the bills out. he inspects the pile with his tongue out in concentration.

“you’re short,” harry tells you.

you pat your pockets to feel around for any loose money. much to your dismay, there isn’t any.

“aw, shit. i gave the rest of my cash to parker,” you remember. “spot me?” you grin hopefully. “i’ll take this for now, and you can pay me the rest some other time,” harry compromises, putting the pile down on top of his dresser. “deal,” you seize the bag of ecstasy out of his hand.

“speaking of parker, how’d your study sesh go?” harry wonders. he grabs a lighter and the blunt he just rolled. “really good, actually. he’s an awesome tutor. plus, he’s literally the nicest guy ever,” you respond. “is he now?” harry asks, lighting up his blunt. “yup. he even made me fruit loops,” you add. “wow, fruit loops. i dunno what more you could ask for,” harry quips.

“lay off him, would you? it was cute,” you defend. harry inhales a generous amount of smoke from his blunt. “careful, y/l/n,” he warns, exhaling the smoke. “if i didn’t know any better, i’d think you have a crush,” he taunts. you tsk at him. “me? a crush? never,” you proclaim, snatching the blunt from harry.

harry looks you up and down inquisitively, then retrieves more paper to roll himself another blunt.

“she wants to meet again already? dude, she likes you,” ned nudges peter’s arm.

peter is filling ned and mj in on how your tutoring session went the next day at school. the three of them walk side by side in the hallway as they chat.

“or she’s just trying to pass physics, like she said,” mj corrects. “or both,” ned levels with her. peter shakes his head, eyeing ned. “no, mj’s right. y/n worked really hard last night. she wants to do well, is all,” he says. “of course i’m right. i’m always right,” mj declares. neither peter nor ned dare to disagree with her. “i have my theories, you guys have yours,” ned murmurs.

“uh huh. anyway, i should get to class. later, dorks,” mj dismisses herself from her friends. “bye, em,” peter replies.

ned pulls peter off to the side once mj is gone. he grips at either of peter’s arms, staring into his eyes with intensity. peter looks around the hall to make sure no one else notices their odd encounter.

“the signs are right there in front of you, peter. y/n wants you!” ned says. “i bet she’d totally hook up with you if you asked her,” he convinces. peter’s mouth falls open. “ned! have some class!” he whisper yells. “relax, dude. it’s what she does,” ned justifies. “and it’s none of our business. c’mon, we’re gonna be late,” peter chastises him.

peter isn’t proud of it, but he thinks more about what ned said after their conversation. you were sort of touchy with him yesterday. he’s not oblivious to the way you look at him, either. and, hey, it’s no secret you get around. not that that gives peter a right to your body or anything. it’s just something to consider.

realistically, you’re probably only being friendly. you act like that with pretty much everyone. peter doubts he’s even your type. you’re more likely to go for someone in your own league, someone more like harry osborn. for all peter knows, you already have.

when it’s time for physics, peter slips into his usual seat at the front and center of the room. he unpacks his things and waits for ms. warren to start the class. you and harry rush in as the bell is ringing, giggling about something amongst yourselves. peter’s eyes follow you to the back of the room, where the two of you sit. you give peter a wave and a small smile. he waves back, then turns to face the board.

“good afternoon, everyone. how are we all doing?” ms. warren greets. the class mumbles their responses. “glad to hear it. today, we’ll be peer reviewing your unit test i handed back yesterday,” she paces around the room. “as long as you work diligently, you may choose your own partners.”

you and harry fist bump each other. peter sinks down in his seat.

he dreads partner work in physics. none of his friends are in his class, so he always ends up alone. it’s humiliating.

“any discrepancies, come see me. i’ll be right up here. get to work, class,” ms. warren instructs.

there’s a chorus of chairs screeching and kids chattering as everyone splits into pairs. peter remains seated, his cheeks tinting pink. he gets out his test and looks through it absentmindedly, gaze going from the test to the clock. he’s ready for physics to be over. ms. warren strides over to his desk, a knowing look on her face.

“trouble finding a partner?” ms. warren questions. “i don’t mind working alone,” peter assures her. the deep shade of pink coating his cheeks says otherwise. “unfortunately for you, peter, this is peer review,” she laughs lightly. “we’re missing a few students today, so we’re an odd number. why don’t you join another group?” she asks.

“oh. um, i’m not sure anybody would wanna…” peter starts to make an excuse. “hey, parker!” you summon him. he turns to face you. “we’re looking for a third,” you say suggestively, harry smirking. peter glances back at ms. warren for approval. “your choice,” she comments before walking over to her desk.

peter weighs his options. he could either stay up here and die of embarrassment, or join you and harry. he decides to go with the latter.

he grabs his things and makes his way over to the two of you. you drag over an empty desk for him, grinning up at him. he instantly feels more at ease as he takes the seat, until harry speaks up.

“what’d you get on the test, parker? i’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” harry offers. “uh, i don’t think we’re actually supposed to share our grades-“ peter is interrupted by harry taking his test off his desk. “okay, sure,” he says instead. harry hums to himself at peter’s almost perfect score. “not bad, not bad,” he understates. “thanks,” peter nods. “you said it, y/l/n. parker here is brilliant,” harry concludes.

“you think i’m brilliant?” peter gives you a shy smile. “c’mon, parker. you are brilliant,” you push his shoulder playfully. “you two can compare grades later. let’s get to it, gentlemen,” you boss. “yes, ma’am,” harry salutes you, handing peter his test. “where did you guys wanna start?” peter wonders.

“from the top. i’d already fucked up on question one,” you show peter your test. there’s a big red X on the first question. “me, too,” harry sighs. “no worries, it was a hard one,” peter tells you both. “can i see your test again?” he asks you. you give it to him, brows raised. “for multiple choice, i recommend using process of elimination,” he begins. “good strategy,” harry acknowledges.

“let’s read through the choices. are there any you know right off the bat are wrong?” peter questions you. “uh, hold on,” you mumble.

you push the eraser of your pencil against your lips, reading the question to yourself. peter’s eyes can’t help but to trail down to your lips. you pout your bottom one out and turn the test towards you. peter sucks in a breath. your arm rests on his desk, head ever so slightly leaned against his.

“what about A?” you catch his attention. peter’s eyes move back up to yours. “huh?” he splutters. “choice A. that’s wrong, right?” you repeat. “right, yeah,” he laughs awkwardly. “so it’s wrong?“ you squint. “this is getting confusing. let me just,” peter chuckles again, crossing out A on your test. “there, process of elimination. you wanna do the rest?” he wonders.

“could i try, or is three a crowd?” harry buts in. “chill, harry. don’t act like you give a fuck about this stuff,” you tease, leaning further into peter. more color paints his cheeks just as they were paling. “you didn’t either ‘til yesterday,” harry reminds you. “yeah, well, a certain someone showed me i could,” you nudge peter’s arm.

a toothy grin creeps onto peter’s face.

“how about y/n finishes up question one, and harry, you take the next one,” peter suggests. “alrighty, then. i’ll get started,” harry agrees, picking up his pencil and beginning question two.

peter waits while the two of you redo the questions. you stay close to his side as you solve yours, using process of elimination to choose what you believe to be the correct answer. you elbow him gently once you’re finished.

“could you check this?” you ask peter. “sure, one sec,” he says, sliding your paper over to himself. you search for his eyes as they roam your paper. “how’d i do?” you bite into your lower lip. “um, you didn’t get it,” peter tells you. “seriously? shit, man. i’m a lost cause... i’m no good at this,” you complain.

“hey, don’t say that. you’re trying. that matters more than anything else,” peter reassures you. “you’ve got a long way to go, but you’ll get there. i’m here to help you,” he smiles. “thanks. i know i’m kinda slow at this shit, so thank you for being patient,” you reply. “thanks for being so understanding, too,” you place one of your hands atop his.

“you don’t have to thank me. i am your tutor, after all,” peter breathes out a laugh. “not right now, you’re not. you’re off the clock,” you point out. “i’m also your friend,” he toys with your fingers. “i mean, if you want me to be,” he hastily adds. “i do, yeah. friends it is,” you grin at him.

even though you’ve only known peter about a day, you could feel a fast friendship blooming. he’s not like harry or liz. he’s a teacher’s pet, he’s constantly tripping over his words. but, he’s also sweeter to you than anyone else is, guys especially. although, it’s not like the bar is set very high. the point is, you like that peter treats you differently than the other students at midtown do. it’s refreshing.

you don’t mind expanding your circle for him one bit.

“aye yo, parker,” harry taps peter on the shoulder. “this look right to you?”

he flashes peter his answer sheet, snorting. rather than doing question two like he was supposed to, he colored the empty bubbles in the shape of a dick. peter sports a pained expression. you give him a pat on the back.

“welcome to my world.”

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sensitiveheartless · 1 year

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Goblin anon back to dump ADA Chuuya brain worms. This time of the fluffy kind :)

1) Soukoku Operation: Rubber Duck! When Dazai gets stuck on a case because his stupid smart brain ran itself into a wall, sometimes he'll drag Chuuya into a conference room and just talk at him until his brain figures it out. Chuuya got him a rubber duck with a mini hat to talk to when real Chuuya is busy. Dazai named him Chuuya Jr (sometimes actual Chuuya gets jealous).

2) Soukoku Operation: From the Top! Like the first one, sometimes Dazai’s brain just misses a detail, so he just takes his case to Chuuya and makes him read it out loud from the beginning until Dazai figures it out. When Chuuya is gone or busy, he usually targets Ryuu or Atsushi next.

3) As previously discussed, Chuuya’s love language is food. In the office kitchen's fridge, there are a bazillion bento boxes that he's made. Some are specifically for Kenji, others are just for members of the office who need lunch and don't want to go to the cafe.

4) Sometimes points 1 and 3 collide, and members of the office will finish their lunch break and come back to find Dazai spinning in his chair just talking, with Chuuya stopping every few seconds to shove food in his mouth. No one really talks about but Ranpo has pictures.

5) Chuuya (and Dazai, though he's more emotionally constipated about it) are very natural parental figures and tend to just attract stray children to them. Currently the ducklings are Ryuunosuke, Gin, Atsushi, Kyouka, and Q.

6) They also have the fattest, most spoiled cat named Mickey and a golden retriever named Lemon (they were found in a McDonald's container and a lemon crate respectively). Dazai, despite complaining about Chuuya's stray children magnet, was the one to bring both of them home.

7) Gin is technically a secretary since she doesn't have an ability, but she'll also tag along as the vigilante Masked Knife. This creates problems when both Higuchi and Lucy develop crushes on Masked Knife. Ryuunosuke thinks this is hilarious.

8) Shin Soukoku is a trio of Atsushi, Ryuunosuke and Gin. Soukoku worked so well because both Dazai and Chuuya were smart on their own and smarter together (once they stopped flirting- I mean bickering). Atsushi and Ryuunosuke share a single brain cell. Gin needs to be there to provide the common sense and strategy. (Also yes, Gin can do Dazai’s handcuff snapping trick)

9) To finish off with comedy: once on a call with Chuuya, Dazai accidentally calls him Daddy in front of the agency. He has never lived that down.

I hope you don’t mind but I am obsessed with the idea of Chuuya Jr and I ended up doing a very fast doodle akakdjskdjfjfjf

All of these are so good—The mental image of Chuuya feeding Dazai while Dazai is just talking away XD And Gin doing Dazai’s handcuff trick is so fun! :D

#ask box #goblin anon

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 1 year

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Okay, so. Mon-el is at the academy right. What if his mom Rhea abducted Lena from earth as a child and sent her to infiltrate the Academy with Mon-el? Obviously Lena wouldn't be aware of this plan-- she just feels massive imposter syndrome bc even though she can fight and is smart, she's just a normal human with a bunch of superpowered kids.

When Kara arrives she's angry and grieving. She barges through the halls with little consideration for anyone else, too caught up in her loss to care. She meets Lena when she collides into her in the corridor outside a classroom. Lena goes flying into a wall, though isn't seriously injured. Kara is horrified by it, finally shocked into noticing her disregard, but the rest of the students laugh-- they don't like Lena, and don't think she belongs there, so they think it's hilarious.

Later that night, Kara finds Lena in the sparring room, practicing. When Kara arrives, Lena is skittish, immediately offering to leave so Kara can have the room to herself. But Kara heads her off, confessing she's there to apologize.

She finds herself telling Lena how alone she feels, how she's lost her world and doesn't know what to do or where to go, only feeling utterly adrift and detached from everyone around her.

Lena can relate, and does, sharing her own hardships (but not the truth of her abduction/upbringing, that comes later). When she mentions how much she has to study and train just to keep up with the others, Kara offers to help give her some tips-- after all, on Krypton she was about to join the military guild, so she knows her way around a fight.

Lena accepts, and it becomes a routine of theirs. Kara enjoys sharing her knowledge and likes the bits of Lena she starts to see as Lena relaxes around her. It gives her both a purpose and someone to connect to, while Lena steadily improves-- and if they create some teamwork moves together that they later do in class, well, that's just for fun.

When Mon-el shows his true colors, its on a night where Lena asks to see Kara after hours. She wants to tell Kara about some suspicions she has about her "brother", but when Mon-el's treachery is discovered, Kara believes Lena lured her away to give him access.

Kara sees to it that Lena is imprisoned intitially, but when she stops to think about it later, she realizes it doesn't make much sense. After all, when has Lena had time to scheme? She barely sleeps as it is. And why would Mon-el leave her behind if she was part of the plan all along? Why would LENA let herself be caught? She had the brains and the means to escape before her capture, so why wouldn't she have?

So Kara goes back to the cells and finally listens to what Lena has to say. Only then does Lena share that she wasn't rescued by Rhea, but stolen from her home. She was raised by her captor and then sent away, here, to the academy. She doesn't know why, but she's suspect Mon-el and Rhea had some evil plan in store for some time now. That's why she wanted to meet with Kara.

Kara releases Lena from her cell and together they confront Mon-el and Rhea in the academy vault, where an ancient weapon has been stored since the 21st century. A weapon keyed to Luthor DNA.

Together, Lena and Kara work with the other academy kids to stop the Daxamites, and though Rhea does manage to get Lena's blood on the sensor to activate the weapon, Lena is later able to disable it, thanks to her Luthor intellect.

After the crisis is over and the Legion returns, the academy kids finally realize that Lena has only ever tried to be a hero, just like them-- and she's succeeded alongside them. It leads to Kara and Lena finally finding their place among the halls of the academy-- together.

#supercorp #legion of superheroes au

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moonlight-tmd · 6 months

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regarding your recent post:

I'll be honest, I'm either rooting for blitz or prowl lmao X3

blitz cause he's gone out of his way to do these things for bee that you listed in the other and his pure admiration and love for the lil' bug. blitz has nerve and gut to do those things, especially for an autobot ; who are the enemy since he's a decepticon, blitz's own fraction and leader are an after thought, and I respect that to an extent lol

can't really say the same for shockwave/longarm tbh but he's trying lol

and prowl because of the chemistry he and bee shared in the canon of the actual show. I'm pretty sure there are two episodes dedicated to just the duo working together or bonding cause they're the embodiment of technology and nature. I like this one because it fits more into the canon and they just give me brain rot >v<

and bee just seeking protection from bulk from all three is funny and cute to me! like, bulk and bee are long term besties of course they'd protect each other. bee just running to bulk, asking for a place to hide (from longarm and prowl lmao) and bulk agreeing. so, bee just naps in bulk's subspace while he's doing something as prowl and longarm wander around the factory

yeh me too X3

Blitz is literally attached to the Decepticons by nothing other than the fact he's scared of Megatron, it says so on the wiki even. And now Megatron is gone so technically there's nothing holding him back from doing what he wants and ditching everything to pursue the yellow scout that stole his Spark.

Prowl knew Bee for a while and had grown to admire him in secret. He never thought about asking him out cuz there was never an occasion- plus he thinks that Bee will turn him down cuz he's so different from him. (even if they get along great as they are)

Longarm/Shockwave is just stuck in a perpetual loop of "What's more important: Job or Love?" So he's just trying to cope with everything at once- seeing how every choice will impact his and Bee's life and all. It's a lot even for his processor. Although, similar to Blitz, Megs is gone atm so there's nothing holding him back from casually switching sides once and for all and devoting his life to Bee.

Bee is just there very confused and worried to why everyone wants to date him all of a sudden. I mean, he likes the attention but he doesn't like how possesive each of them get. He doesn't wanna be treated like a prize, but like a loved one. Bulkhead is just trying to help him out and so is the rest of the team- when Bee suddenly disappears they don't tell Prowl or Longarm where he went on purpose. Prowl is smart enough to understand Bee avoids him which saddens him. He wants to apologize but he never gets an opportunity.

Tbh after Blitz reveals Longarm is a spy there are 2 routes it can go; Longarm gets arrested and Bee is hurting cuz he did like him and Shockwave is just being depressed in his prison cell. Or Longarm pulls an uno reverse and says he's been an Autobot spy in disguise and been doing infiltration missions in secret to get Decepticon files, effectively earning him a good favor with Bee. (he's not really registered in the criminal records, he has access to that if he needed to delete it and all his actions have been anonymous from the start, few know of Shockwave's existance.)(Blitz knew Shockwave for a bit but he is too dumb to see thru Long's lie.)

Either way it's most likely that both Blitzwing and Prowl get to date Bumblebee. If Shockwave does decide to pull the uno reverse then he tags along too. Don't worry they learn to share nicely and that there is enough love for everyone.

though BlitzBee is my favorite but don't tell them

#maccadam #tfa #ask box #blitzbee #prowlbee #shockbee #crack idea

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real-life-senshi · 7 months

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10 (Mostly) Spoiler-Free Reasons to Watch Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon 2003 Live Action

A countdown to the 20th anniversary of Act 1 air date!

Reason 2: The humour!

The live-action series is great that it doesn't take itself TOO seriously. Almost all if not all episodes have some comedic moments, finding a balance of seriousness and moments of relief. After all, life goes on even in the midst of crisis!

Everyone can be funny!

Throughout the series, each character has its comedic moments, some overt and others subtle, but the opportunity gets passed around. Not one character is the sole comedic relief person, even if some characters are naturally funnier than others.

I very much appreciate the types of humour the show brings, as when each character has their own comedic moment, it's done by capitalizing on the awkward side of their personalities, or the role they may play in certain dynamics. It's important for me to emphasize this because no one gets disrespected or dumbed down for the sake of humour! It makes the comedic moment not only believable, even if sometimes cartoonish, but more importantly, it's not forced or cringe.

The editing!

The post-production crew did a phenomenal job with the background music transitions, sound effects and visual effects to optimize the delivery! I think PGSM humour gets to me so much because as a video editor, the timing or certain SFX or VFX transition is just spot on, multiplying the effects of the comedy.

Here's a small selection of such comedic moments. These are all more overt, so it didn't require too much context building (or subtitling), and most are early series, as I had to be very picky to make sure it's spoiler-free.

The last one in the clip is my favourite one by far. Unlike Ami-chan in the manga or anime, Ami-chan in the live-action series, while still smart with a high IQ, isn't actually the brain-cell holder in the team dynamic. lol

While most of the clips I shared show Usagi being the butt of the joke or the ones creating humour, it's EXTREMELY important for me to note that Usagi ISN'T actually written as "dumb" or "stupid" in the series. This re-emphasizes my earlier point. Usagi in PGSM is written to be good to a fault, naive, innocent, immature, naturally overreactive (thus awkward) and sometimes slow to the uptake, but never stupid. Her grades are not great because she's lazy and leaves things to the last minute, not because she's "dumb". When it comes to Senshi business, while Usagi may act according to her heart and not necessarily with facts, she does arrive at the correct conclusion and puts clues together well on her own. Even if mistakes were made, they were actually reasonable mistakes. That's what I love about PGSM's writing, the screenwriter really gets the characters and doesn't disrespect or devalue them for ANY reason!

You can watch the subbed versions of the series at:

Miss Dream Fansubs

Sea of Serenity Fansubs

The series is also on other online streaming sites, but be cautious to only visit them with good adware and firewall installed.

9 days till the 20th anniversary of Act 1 air date!

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

#pretty guardian sailor moon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #bssm #pgsm #sailor moon live action #pgsm appreciation #pgsm humour #reasons to watch pgsm #pgsm 20th anniversary countdown #comedic edits

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Whattt I just read the Mr and Mrs Smith thing and I loved it it was so frkn good!! love the movie too . It made me think of Tony and Peppers dynamic so if you'll like an au could we get the girl Friday thing where Stevie is more of an idiot than usual, they are pretty smart as individuals but they both share one brain cell when they're together still she puts out all his fires I think it'll be nice to have someone do that for Steve as opposed to Steve always doing that for ppl.

CEO!Steve x assistant!reader (see series)

This got way longer than I intended, but it took everything in me to minimize this to a one-shot (well that f***ing escalated! It's a three-parter now). 😂 Warnings for zero editing and drinking. Non-powered, modern AU btw. This part is ~2.5k

Eighty-Third Time's the Charm (1 of 3 yeah, yeah, it's 4 + a 5pt follow up now, haha, joke's on me): WORK

Steve’s been the logistic coordinator for Stark Industries since Tony took over for Howard. Howard hired Steve to acquire and transport materials for his early projects, and Steve’s own business grew from there. He now handles most of the further distributors for Stark Tech across the globe, and you’re his secretary.

Assistant.

Right hand.

Ok, well, maybe both of Steve’s hands and his mouth because his brain is already doing ninety things at any given moment. He needs a lot of help, and that takes time. Unreasonably lengthy amounts of time that can (and do frequently) span more than the average working and waking day.

You’re happy to do it. You love the work. It’s a challenge in quantity, not quality, and most of the men (because it is almost entirely men) who you deal with are happy to do as they are told when you smile and make them feel heard.

Really, the only challenge is to smile that much in person and on video calls. You never thought you’d be so excited to handle something by email every now and again.

Trip #83 with Steve Rogers takes you both three days overnight to a big city not far from where you grew up. You even have a few school friends who live in town, and you’ve made very tentative plans to see an old high school flame if the schedule permits, which it just barely seems to as the clock inches past 6:37.

Those 7 o’clock drinks can’t pour themselves fast enough.

In your hotel room, you’ve just shed the professional pant suit for light, breezy dress (something both easy to wear and easy to pack) and are in the process of typing out a confirmation of the restaurant when the call waiting comes up.

Steve.

“Hey, where is the contract for Sauters’?”

“We confirmed it all with them before the flight here, boss. Why—“

“I want the language changed to reflect payment before they take possession. They’re delinquent again. I’m not gonna allow them to keep profiting off of our efficiency while they sit with a thumb up their butts.”

“Sir, it really would be more impactful if you just said asses. I don’t think your mum is going to hunt you down for that.”

“Absolutely not. Ok, room 1512, bring the copy and patch in legal.”

“Wait, boss, I—“

The boop boop boop lets you know you’ve been hung up on, and you’re about to pass the feeling on to cute Jimmy from fourth period senior english. Damn. You rewrite the text and send your apologies.

Steve’s all in a flourish, head run amuck with little things to change here and there in the 26-page agreement. It all takes another three and a half hours. He had room service delivered, has poured you both a splash of something from the mini bar, and finally, finally sits down and looks at you.

“What is that,” he blurts.

It takes a moment to figure out what he means.

“A dress, sir. I…I was…I’d made plans for drinks with a friend.”

“Here?”

“I grew up about an hour away, yeah.”

He swirls his drink around, not admitting—though it’s painfully clear—that he had no idea you weren’t from New York. He looks at his watch for the first time all day.

“Ah, I suppose apologies are in order for…” He waits for his bait to catch.

“Jim,” you slowly add. “Don’t worry. I let him know the instant you called. I’ve met you. I knew how this would go.”

How much of this scotch did you sip all at once? You don’t normally talk to Steve—Mr. Rogers— like that, but he seems good and chastised for a moment, draining his tumblr in one go and returning to the bar.

“Well, I can’t replace Jim—“ he spikes the name with sharp tone you’ve never heard before “—but I can offer you a drink here.” His gaze, once it finds yours after dragging up your legs, is expectant and intent. It’s the first time he’s ever waited for an answer from you that he didn’t already know before asking.

It’s also the first time you aren’t quite sure you understand what Steve is asking. Eighty-three trips in and countless hours with the man, and this is the least prepared you’ve ever felt.

“Already had mine, sir.” You set your empty glass down on the small table between you. “We have a long day tomorrow, or rather, I do, but I’ll be sure to inform you when the Sauters are settled.”

It’s just instinct to smooth the front of your dress when you stand, but the rake of Steve’s eyes forced down you by the move completely throws you.

“I’m sorry you wasted an outfit,” he adds, quietly, too low and deep to not sharply flame a heat that sparks out of nowhere in your gut.

“Right.” You gather up your things. “No great loss. It’ll keep. If that’ll be all, boss?”

When your eyes return across the room, Steve’s standing there with an empty little bottle still tilted over his glass. He’s just staring, lost in thought about god-knows-what.

“Get some sleep,” he mutters absently.

“Of course.”

You pour your own drink from your room’s mini bar and take a long bath. You’ve been up since 5am in order to get you and Mr. Rogers to the airport in time. That’s what you blame your runaway thoughts on. You do everything for that man. You know practically everything about that man. You know that he hasn’t gone on any sort of social date in at least seven months (a fact even his mother calls to remind you of), and you know that Tony takes him out to gentleman’s clubs and has women serve them at all their joint business dealings.

You have literally sat beside Pepper Potts and joked about this while watching Tony get a lap dance and Steve chat up a waitress. Why your mind still entertains those thoughts after all you know is beyond human understanding, and after a day like today, you can hardly categorize yourself as human.

You need the rest for sure.

You’re already back on the phone by breakfast time, consuming strong tea and a croissant bite-by-bite while the American Capsules’ legal discusses the changes with SauterCorp’s legal.

Line-by-fucking-line.

You knew this would happen. It’s why you told them to start early. Of course, the team members you are on the phone with are different ones from last night because those folks worked late and are off work to make up for the overtime. You’re breathing in the smell of your drink with closed eyes like it’ll mainline the caffeine up your sinuses to your brain.

When you open your eyes, Steve’s pulling out the chair in front of you, ordering his own breakfast and motioning for a fresh pot of tea. He says nothing while you work.

Plates of food arrive and Steve reads the paper, glancing up every so often when you write a note to yourself about a follow-up after the call. After a while, he pushes a plate of scrambled eggs towards you and flips over a fork for you to take. He doesn’t take no for an answer, but since the call is finally wrapping up, you oblige and wolf down a few bites before typing out an email of your notes.

Steve asks a few questions of his own while refreshing both cups of tea and not bothering to offer sugar for yours. You…weren’t aware he knew that about you.

Until the car comes in an hour to get you to your next meeting, there’s nothing on the agenda, but you fully expect Steve to cram in a breakdown of the afternoon. Instead, he sips tea and folds the paper round and round until he’s done with all his interesting bits. You get to people watch, pedestrians outside the floor to ceiling windows of the hotel’s café bustling past in both directions.

Your attention is brought back when the table is cleared off, but Steve is no longer focused on the paper or the people. He sits and watches you again.

You smile as politely as you can even though you feel pinned down in the stare. “We better get going,” you advise, packing your things away.

Steve does put down his cup but doesn’t move otherwise.

“It’s your color.” He squints just slightly at his own revelation, relaxing back into his chair. “The dress.”

You have to swallow and clear your throat at that. “Yes, I suppose it’s one of my favorite colors.”

“It suits you.”

There’s no irony. Steve simply looks at you, blinks, looks some more, and it’s like you accidentally sat down naked in the lobby. His blue eyes are just that piercing.

“Thank you,” you say out of habit more than understanding and hurry on with the day.

It pours down rain for most of the afternoon, drenching your shoes as you traipse back and forth to the car with Steve. You have an umbrella, but nothing stops the puddles invading.

“I can’t do this,” you finally snap on the way back to the hotel. You’re on the verge of tears. The sides of your leather heels have rubbed the back of one ankle and the top outside of the other foot raw, almost/possibly bloody. It takes effort to peel them off your skin, and you hiss in pain.

Steve sits across the backseat completely horrified.

“I know, I’m so sorry. I’ll put them back on—“

Steve puts a hand out to stop you.

“Driver,” he calls, “is there a first aid kit back here? No, no, we just need a few bandaids.” The reassurance cuts off panic from the front, and after the click of the glove compartment sounds, a small box is offered through the window. Steve thanks him.

“I can do it, sir. Please don—“

That stare pins you again, and there’s dead silence in the back while your boss rips open a few wipes, cleans the blistered skin, dabs antibiotic ointment on the broken parts, and smooths the coverings overtop. You can’t help but notice how tender his touch is, but he’s just being thoughtful. It doesn’t mean anything.

As Steve returns to his seat (after it feels like a struggle to break eye contact), he gets a call.

His friend Bucky Barnes is in town, too, on a quick layover before a transatlantic flight and long business trip. The two don’t get to talk as much as they’d like, and you know they don’t see each other very often either.

“Of course, we’ll do dinner, Buck. Name the place.”

We will do what now?

You start waving your hands and miming towards your feet.

Steve eyes you a second. “No, right, I will meet you there in—driver, how long is it to Chinatown from the hotel? Yeah, so about an hour from now? Excellent.”

You might have interpreted that wrong. He meant ‘we’ as in him and Bucky, no doubt. In case he didn’t though…

“Shall I call and make reservations for you two?”

“He’s handling it. Traveling with a few associates who know the area and the restaurant.”

“It’s a good one. You can dress down there.”

Steve offers a ghost of a smile as he looks down at his layers of clothing, pondering. He glances at your bandaged feet and looks like he’ll say something before shucking off his coat, and then his suit jacket, and then his vest.

Without a word, you hold out your arm to take the unnecessaries back upstairs.

“You don’t have to,” Steve all but whispers.

He’s never questioned using your service. Ever. He tosses the clothes onto the back-facing seats across the car and undoes the first two buttons beneath his tie. The car stops at the entrance just as he pulls the tie loose.

Shoes in one hand, briefcase slung over your shoulder, you sigh loudly and hold out your hand again very close to his face.

Steve drapes the tie across your palm.

“Have a good dinner, sir.”

You collect the rest and walk in barefoot. You don’t look back.

Next Part Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi

Again, full disclosure: I have never seen the movie His Girl Friday. Just going off a synopsis and running away with it, but now that I've PLOTIFIED the whole damn thing, you're getting three cute-ass chapters *and you'll like it* bwahahahahaha

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opalvatter · 1 year

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C dramas of 2023 so far…

Honestly, I just fell down the c drama rabbit hole a few months ago so not that many things to report. However, in least to most favourite so far...

5. Love like the Galaxy

Basically the story of 2 traumatised dumbasses (affectionate) who cause more trauma to each other, mixed in with palace plots, 2 other simps, a bunch of jealous women, far too many characters (including king Wendy and his two wives) and revenge, revenge, revenge and more revenge. And obviously, Love. The classic.

The only reason this is rated this low is because this was way too long to watch and everything else on this list is spectacular.

4. The General's lady

This show is practically 'scary man who is only nice to his (1) woman.' That is it. That's the story. No one cares about the plot.

This was the first c drama that I watched. And honestly, this story is not that great overall in terms of plot and everything, but has enough sweetness to make me swoon every 10 seconds.

3. Legend of Yunxi.

The open-ended tragedy of the medicine girl and the fake prince who is supposedly a monster. Not to forget mentioning the million other very important characters and flower valley owner, Mr.secondary love interest. Cold guy, who has a backstory, meets 'ugly' smart girl and tries to kill her at first sight. She runs and meets sweet guy, who has a backstory of his own. turns out, she gets married to cold guy anyway so no point in running. Don't worry, In this story everything is connected.

This was the second drama that I watched and has the most intense plot so far. unpopular opinion: I love the ending! To me, personally, it makes sense.

2.The Eternal Love

What do you do when you have 3 seasons of the same plot, but repeated falling in love and too much Humour ? You Binge watch only season 1 and ignore the other two.

Season 1 : Bossy, sarcastic Real estate agent gets transmigrated to the past, into the body of a Meek, responsible girl. Drama ensues when the body that now holds two souls, has to get married to the hot brother of OG girl's lover. There is now a love square that only the two girls and their hilarious maid know exist and everyone is confused. The 14th brother's outfits are terrible, the king has a glitter crown, the OG girl's lover gets possessed and now has great eyeliner, everyone has a secret tragic past and there is a demon king who walks around a circle chanting " I'm a bitch " 49 times.

Season 2 : They travel back in time and go back to the future. and only our hot guy knows what happens. and everything happens again. but everything is diffrent and there are now 2 hot guys.

Season 3 : This time, they get transported into an alternate reality where women rule and our Leads get soul swapped into the bodies of the ones in that universe. But, this time, the difference is, this dimension's hot guy is present most of the time and our hot guy only gets released when a memory comes to him. BUT, every time they kiss, he turns back into this universe hot guy, making everyone confused. again.

1. The Romance of Tiger and Rose

Normal day script writer gets transported into her own story and the only way she can go home is to finish the story without dying. Too bad she gets transported into the body of the mean girl, The hero's first wife who he poisons. Someone who is literally the first person to die. The someone who dies 3 episodes in.

But uh oh! now that she survives, the whole story goes up in flames and while trying to get the hero and heroine (her sister) together, she makes the hero fall for her, makes the heroine turn into the villain and overall fucks up the plot in the worst and best way possible. She didn't even have to try. Oh, and she also made another guy fall in love with her which makes her husband the king of jelousy.

Worthy mention to their Servants, Bai ji and Zi Rui, who each share 1 of their own masters' brain cells and are absolutely done with their masters' constant lovey dovey bullshit.

#the romance of tiger and rose #the eternal love #the eternal love 2 #the eternal love 3 #legend of yun xi #general’s lady #love like the galaxy #c drama #cdrama #historical cdrama #THE HUMOUR #THE ROMANCE #THE TRIANGLES #THE SQUARES #*chefs kiss*#beautiful

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cobaltstarling · 1 year

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So, I rewatched Glass Onion today, second time watching it, and

Like all the cool kids on Tumblr, I have an idea.

I was gonna put this under a read more but y'know what, I'mma tag it with spoilers and that should be enough. Besides, if you haven't watched it yet... what's wrong with you? >:I

ANYWAY.

At the end of the movie, things aren't looking good for the two non-'Disruptors'.

Birdie is basically a sinking ship at this point. She's already signed the statement taking full blame for the sweatshop thing, and even if she tried to weasel out of it, there is solid evidence that she (seemed to) know what she was doing. And Birdie's not going to be getting the money for her shares after testifying against Miles. Peg will have to leave, or go down with the sinking ship, and neither option is great for her having future work.

And on the other hand, we have Whiskey. Now that Duke's dead, she can't really use him to increase her media presence any more. She could try to continue his channel, but that doesn't seem like a good idea. Because A. His channel was dying, and B. It'd be too much of a shift from the maledom bullshit to her running the channel all on her own. Her plan was to get herself out there enough and then eventually run for politics. So that may be what she'll do.

However, while Whiskey is smart, she will still need an assistant. Someone capable of keeping up with a hectic schedule, someone who knows to hold her back, who knows when they should stay quiet, and what not to say. Because as smart as Whiskey is, people do make accidents.

And Peg is very good at keeping Birdie off of social media when she needs to, and will likely appreciate having someone with more brain cells to assist.

So, why don't they go together? Whiskey enters politics, with Peg as her assistant.

And the idea doesn't stop there! Considering that the Disruptors are going to testify AGAIN Miles Bron, so he's going to go away for, y'know, definitely one murder (one of them said they would testify that they saw him driving away from Andi's house), maybe two (they were all there to see him give Duke pineapple juice), one attempted murder (one of them said they'd testify that Miles took Duke's gun), and likely have Alpha taken away from him as well (one said they'd testify that they saw the napkin), or at least, what's LEFT of Alpha, Helen might end up finding herself with a bit of money. Enough to fund, say, someone she became pretty fast friends with on a Grecian island, after talking to her once and finding out that she was a lot more than just a pretty face.

Of course, due to the fiasco with Klear, it might be that Alpha is completely bankrupt and in deep debt and completely dissolved before Helen can acquire it.

But the main crux of my theory is that Whiskey and Peg at least know each other, Whiskey has seen what a hard worker Peg is, and knows how much of a disaster Birdie would be without her, and Peg knows Whiskey, and likely knows, like Helen does, that she is more than just a pretty face. And even if not, can you think of someone else who Whiskey would hire as an assistant?

She might want to hire Claire, but if she did, it would likely be as an advisor more than anything else. And it might just be that her name is mud by the time this comes around in which case Whiskey would want to distance herself from her.

Here's the thing though, even if the disruptor's names are mud after this, because they would have to admit to perjury, or at least the one who will testify about the napkin will. Lionel will be in trouble for trying to push Klear when it comes out how dangerous it is, Claire will be in trouble for pushing for the power plant when she knew how dangerous it is, Birdie's going to be in trouble for the sweat shop thing...

But they could still make comebacks from this. It's not impossible, stranger things have happened.

You know who won't be making a comeback, though?

Miles Bron, the man who decided to power his house on an experimental fuel he had been told was dangerous, and which led to the Mona Lisa being burnt.

At least, while he is in prison, he will have the comfort of knowing that he is spoken of in the same breath as the Mona Lisa...

Even if that comfort is miniscule, considering he was the man who destroyed it.

#glass onion #glass onion spoilers #spoilers

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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Okay fam... delulu gang activate!!!!!!!!

So I've been looking at these images and something about it speaks so well to me but I couldn't say what. So I started looking at my own blogs and the various characters I love and guys mi thinks Jimin is chanelling Loki on the low key no?

I told you we pulling stuff out of our asses here for this one I'm too dumb and my brain hurts when I try to decipher smart things.

Loki is the literally the God of mischief which tailor of chaos sounds right about it's cousin to me. Idk idk.

I mean what the fork is in his hands!!!!!!

And if that is supposed to go on his head as a crown then one plus one equals two and I don't know what the fork I'm getting at here😭😭😭😭

I mean why is he holding it? Is it an artistic choice or just a wonderful mistake cos he didn't want to ruin his pretty hair 🤔

Nerdmys WHERE IS YALL HELP A SISTER OUT

Jungkook went with a vampire from twilight, those two share a pillow and a brain cell. Both are entering their dark Era, both could be looking their favorite vilians for inspo

Ok I got nothing 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Loki makes sense to me tho. They both androgynous and they both captains of the house of slytherin 👀

Jungkook's was so easy to figure out WHY JIMIN WHY. I HATE THIS SO MUCH BUT GADDAM DOES IT MAKE ME FEEL SO ALIVE😭😭😭😭😭😭

And before anyone else feel the need to come in my dms to tell me I'm weird and obsessed YES. I KNOW. THIS BLOG WAS PRESCRIBED TO ME IN THERAPY AS AN OUTLET FOR MY CRAZINESS.

Guys we need to put our heads together for this one

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 7 months

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DUMBASS DUO SHOWDOWN ROUND 1 BATTLE 4

burton guster & shawn spencer (PSYCH) vs Rosencrantz & Guildenstern (Hamlet + Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are dead)

PROPAGANDA UNDER THE CUT

Gus & Shawn

They’ve been friends canonically since at least 3 years old and at the start of the show they’re I wanna say 30 maybe? And yet these two grown men are THE most chaotic idiots (affectionate) in the whole show (and let’s be real anywhere). The entire show in fact hinges on the idea that they’re dumbasses and WILL get into carat shenanigans. Episode examples include the one where they are investigating an alien abduction, the one where they’re looking for big foot, the vampire one, all of these by the way they hundred percent believe to be true until they themselves unwillingly prove otherwise. And maybe the most dumbass moment of all time, when Gus finds his boss dead and instead of calling the cops he gets his dna ALL OVER THE CRIME SCENE, calls Shane to help clean up and Shawn gets HIS DNA ALL OVER THE CRIME SCENE AS WELL!!!! Truly cannot think of a worse reaction to finding a dead body. They’ve been sucking that single brain cell that exists between them dry for over 3 decades now and they show no signs of stopping.

they are such idiots (affectionate) and they can't live without each other

they are. so stupid. both of them can be smart in their own ways but when you put them together the dumb best friends energy is unmatched. they are platonic soulmates pretending that shawn has psychic powers and solve crimes by dicking around and somehow always coming out alive. they accidentally befriend the criminals they’re supposed to be investigating constantly. they’re always one step away from being fired or arrested bc of their dumbassery

the entire show is literally shawn pretending to be a psychic (← dumbass behavior) and gus aiding and abetting him and actively a dumbass as well

If you have seen even a single episode of this show, you know these two fools are the best duo ever. Constantly bantering theough 80s movie references and animal like noises, most often above a dead body, these two bring unique different dummy energy that both brings each other up and builds up their own skills along the way. I will love these two men until the day I die and they deserve an honest chance to be the best dumbass duo of all time!

Rosencrantz & Guildenstern

They have no clue what’s going on and keep trying to figure it out but they keep missing the clues. Rosencrantz keeps echoing Guildenstern (He’s only good in support). They completely miss that they are characters in a tragedy and doomed by the narrative

The OG dumbass duo. Like....these two share one braincel and usually Guildenstern holds it but that makes them none the cleverer.

they literally had a second play written by another person that expanded upon their dumbassery

so like first of all they are one unit. second of all they have silly recorder-related shenaningans. third of all they're doomed by the narrative but they're silly enough to make being doomed by the narrative fun and entertaining

#dumbass duo showdown #round 1 #tumblr tournament #polls #i love polls #tournament #tournament poll #tumblr polls #my polls #fandom poll #fandom bracket #tumblr poll

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rabdom1 · 2 years

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( most definitely a sequel to this. )

Ox King was his second choice. He'd had lunch plans with him anyway, giving him an excuse to get away from Piccolo before he had to explain anything. But of course -- Uncle Raditz was there too. Not all uncommon, considering his mom was still a bit iffy about him hanging around their house whenever he was bored at being at his own since the whole fiasco upon him first arriving on Earth. Ox King seemed more welcoming, perhaps if only because he was Goku's brother, but no one was going to complain. It wasn't like Goku wasn't constantly visiting to scrounge for food whenever Chi Chi didn't feel like cooking, so a Sayain hanging around was nothing new at this point.

"Goten! Glad you could make it!" Ox King greeted heartily as Goten entered and promptly greeted him with a hug.

"Course! I wouldn't miss it!" Goten said merrily.

He was naturally enticed with the smell coming from the kitchen -- only being stopped by the fact Raditz was already puppy guarding the food that sat waiting on the stove. While sometimes an ass, Raditz at least had more manners than his father did and didn't outright take the food unless he was offered a plate, and would gladly wait for it much unlike his father. And hey, at least Goten finally understood where he got his sarcasm from, so that was a plus.

"Come here to beg for table scraps, too?" Raditz joked.

"Unlike you," Goten snorted, "I don't have to beg for my food."

"That's cause your mom actually knows how to cook!" Raditz huffed.

"Had to," Ox King chuckled as he grabbed a few plates from the cabinet, "with that Goku -- and you guys, too, I guess. Just glad to know it's a Sayain thing and just not a Goku thing."

Goten couldn't help but laugh alongside his uncle at that. He'd heard a few stories about the times before they knew where and why Goku had come to Earth, much less that he was a literal alien in human clothing. Bulma had even mentioned before they'd tried to get him to a doctor on numerous occasions to see if it wasn't some type of worm or parasite making him eat that much. But of course, his father hadn't been a very big fan of doctors and hospitals back then. It was just a genetic thing.

"Not that we're too picky anyway," Raditz said as they got their plates. "I remember one day shortly after Planet Vegeta was destroyed, Frieza didn't think to stock the ship with enough food for the whole crew and us three remaining Sayains. Me, Napa and Vegeta ended up eating it all in a day."

"Oh yeah, Sauza told me and Trunks about that!" Goten laughed. "I guess Cooler went for a visit that day and didn't believe it'd happened when Frieza told him, and made Sauza and Neiz and Doreen go check the stock room floor to ceiling to make sure there wasn't a mistake."

"Frieza was so pissed about Cooler not believing him," Raditz snorted, "and Cold was so pissed that he had to cover Frieza's ass cause his perfect little son didn't quite piece together that Sayains need a lot more food than anyone else and didn't stock up properly."

"Considering what I know about them," chortled Ox King as the two Sayains filled their plates, "I'm surprised Mr Smart Guy Frieza didn't think of that!"

"You'd be surprised how stupid smart people can be," Raditz laughed.

"You mean like dad?" asked Goten.

"I'm convinced you, your parents and your brother share two brain cells," laughed Raditz, "and your mom and brother are the only ones who get to use them." Goten laughed and --

"Hey!" Goten glared.

This made Raditz laugh harder. Ox King had to cover his mouth to keep himself from laughing, and quickly moved to busy himself with filling his plate.

Soon the three managed their way to the dining room table (albeit Goten going back to refinish plate before he even sat down) in order to enjoy their meals. Conversation was mild; his grandpa asking about every day stuff, how Gohan was fairing with the new baby and how he and Trunks we're doing in school. Raditz have the occasional input, question or joke but otherwise seemed so intent on his plate.

Yet Goten was doing his best to hide his shaking. Sure, his grandpa wouldn't actually care. He'd been alright with his daughter marrying Goku, so why wouldn't he be fine with his grandson being gay? It wasn't until there was a slight lull in the conversation when Goten found himself taking in a deep breath.

"You alright there?" asked Ox King curiously.

"Yeah, I just --" Goten sighed. "Could I -- I uhm --."

"Well, go on!" Raditz urged with a month full of food. "Quit your stuttering!"

"You would be too if you were trying to come out!" Goten huffed.

"As what? A circus preformer?"

"No, gay!"

There was a slight pause as both Raditz and Ox King started at him in mild shock.

"Oh, I, well," Ox King managed after a moment, before being cut off by Raditz.

"I knew it!" Raditz barked with laughter, causing Ox King and Goten to visibly jump.

"I -- excuse me?" Goten blinked.

"I knew you were gay!" Raditz laughed again. "Can't wait to tell Dodo he owes me twenty. Ha!"

"Excuse me?!" Goten said, now more forcefully. Raditz didn't seem to care as he lounged back in his chair.

"Dodoria and made a bet," he chuckled, "as to whether you were gay or bi. Looks like I was right."

"Your kidding," groaned Goten as he leaned back in his seat.

"I never kid about bets, kid," Raditz snickered. Goten rolled his eyes -- then squinted at his grandpa as the man started to chuckle.

"Well, it's good you felt safe enough to come out, son," Ox King said. "Tell me, do you have anyone in mind?"

Hesitantly, Goten shook his head. Raditz barked out another laugh.

"Liar!"

"Shut up," Goten whined as he continued to eat his food, "'fore I tell dad you were the one who ate all his drawer bacon."

"You wouldn't," Raditz dared, squinting. Goten raised his brow but continued eating. Raditz huffed and continued with his meal.

*So," Ox King started again, "have you told your parents yet?" Goten shook his head. "Oh, why's that?"

"Have you met mom?" Goten practically choked. "She'd probably loose her mind knowing I wouldn't give her any grandkids."

"How's that a problem?" Raditz asked. "This planet has -- what do you call it? -- adoption! That's right! It's not like Trunks couldn't just use his money to adopt a shit ton of kids, right? And he'd pay for your schooling, too! So it's a win win!"

"I know, I just --"

Goten straightened then, face turning a shade of red as it dawned on him what Raditz had been saying. Said Sayain was giving his nephew a shit eating grin at his reaction.

"So it is Trunks!" said Raditz as he pointed an accusatory finger at Goten, and getting a little food on the table in the process. "Haha! Of course! How romantic!"

"Shut up!" Goten whined as he tried to focus on his food again. Raditz merely snickered.

"Honestly, that'd be kind of ironic," chuckled Ox King, "if not beat some kind of social norm."

"How'd you mean?" Goten asked.

"Well, your Grandpa Bardock was a lower class Sayain back on Planet Vegeta, right?" Ox asked. Raditz nodded. "And Vegeta's dad is a king, right?" Both Goten and Raditz nodded. It was the first thing Vegeta announced to anyone, after all, being 'the Prince of all Sayains' and all. "Well," Ox King went on, "then it'd kind of be like your mom and dad. You know, the whole commoner marrying into royalty thing? Plus, I'd bet it'd make Vegeta and his dad rather mad at first cause, you know, Trunks wouldn't be marrying royalty. Not that that matters of course. Love is love, after all."

Goten nodded -- then squinted at Ox King.

"Don't tell me," he said slowly, "you think I'm going to get with Trunks, too?"

"Ok, I won't tell you, then," Ox King said matter of factly as he continued his meal.

Goten glared as Raditz nearly spit out his food in laughter. Oh, how he hated how right he wanted everyone to be.

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grimmswan · 1 year

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Unexpected part 9

Unexpected Consequences

Grimm AU: Nick and Adalind/Nadalind

Massive Canon Divergence. Does not follow the timeline of the show. Nick Burkhardt is dealing with a broken heart after his girlfriend leaves him without word or warning. Adalind Schade is dealing with a broken heart after finding out the man she loved had been sleeping with her mother on the same day her mother was killed. When Adalind discovers she is pregnant, Nick volunteers to be there for her through everything. Together, they discover how the unexpected might not be such a bad thing.

Nick was grateful that Juliette didn’t know where Adalind lived. It ensured that her and the baby were safe from his ex’s wrath.

He was also grateful he had never shown her the trailer. His family’s legacy would not suffer the same fate as the house he had once shared with Juliette.

Nick hoped she would be caught before she did anymore damage.

Every cop in the city was out looking for Juliette. They were all warned that she was highly unstable, and therefore extremely violent.

Her vehicle was found in the parking lot of a bar. Anything of a personal nature had been taken out of it.

It was suspected she might have come across someone selling their car for cheap, and paid cash for it. Allowing her to go wherever she wanted, undetected.

“If she’s smart, she’ll leave the city.” One officer theorized. “Go back to wherever she’s been for the past seven months.”

Another officer had a different idea.

“Any bitch crazy enough to burn down her own house and try to run over a pregnant woman is not using her brain. I’m willing to bet fifty bucks that she’s still in the city and planning to try to hurt Detective Burkhardt some other way.”

A betting pool was formed. Some placed money down that Juliette had left the city. For those who believed she had stuck around, their bet was what they thought Juliette would try to do next to Detective Burkhardt.

Sergeant Wu won. He had bet that Juliette would use her newly acquired vehicle to ram Burkhardt’s vehicle.

For Juliette’s part; she was trying to follow Nick, in order to see where he lived with his new whore. But when she realized he had spotted her, she thought the next best thing to do was hit his truck with the car she purchased. She hoped that she would cause him some severe injuries. Make him too damaged to be with his new lover.

But Juliette did not know about Nick’s grimm instincts. That his perceptiveness, instincts, and reflexis had increased tenfold.

The moment he had spotted her, he changed his direction and headed to the precinct. When he noticed her anger increase, he knew what she was about to do. So he maneuvered his truck, forcing her to only slam into the rear end.

He launched out of his truck and went to Juliette, drawing his gun as he did so. Looking into the window, he easily spotted her attempt to shift gears, most likely to try to hit him with the car again.

But there was a reason why the old man was willing to sell the thing for three hundred dollars. It was a piece of junk, and was in no shape to survive a crash like that.

With Nick pointing his gun at her, shouting at her to get out of the truck, and the truck refusing to restart, Juliette realized she was done.

She got out of the truck, seething with anger.

Nick handcuffed her and called it in.

The whole time they waited for the officers that would clear the scene, Juliette ranted, calling Nick every horrible thing she could think of.

Nick didn’t bother wasting his breath trying to calm her down. He mostly tuned her out by thinking of Adalind. Especially holding her in his arms and kissing her soft lips.

The cars were towed. Nick and Juliette were taken to the precinct. Him in the front passenger side of the transport vehicle and her in the back.

As she was led to her cell, she continuously shot Nick death glares. He continued to ignore her and sat down at his desk to fill out the proper paperwork.

Grimm

“I’ve spoken with the DA.” Renard informed Nick. “We will be asking that Juliette be remanded without bail. She’s too much of a danger to be out in society. We’re confident that the judge will grant the request, given all of the circumstances. There’s also going to be a request for a psych eval. The DA wants to be sure Juliette’s mentally competent. If it’s determined there’s something actually wrong, then there will be a request to have her institutionalized, for hers and the public's safety.”

“You guys are really covering all of the bases.” Nick was impressed.

“Since the higher ups first heard of the former girlfriend of a detective nearly hitting him and a pregnant lawyer with her car, they’ve been calling me, concerned for your well being. There’s bound to be a lot of publicity, and they want to make sure the city comes out favorably. Which is why they feel that, with everything that is going on, you should be put on leave. The higher ups are concerned that you have enough to deal with. You’ll remain being paid, of course. This is just to give you time to mentally deal with your ex going insane and trying to destroy the new life you have going on. As well as all of the ensuing events.”

“How much time are they insisting on giving me?”

“Three months. They want it to be made clear that this is not a punishment. This is their way of giving you their support. As well as time to heal.”

“What they're really worried about is Adalind’s law firm suing them for every penny they personally have, if I become injured on the job due to dealing with a chaotic personal and professional life.”

“Something like that.” Renard grinned, ever impressed with the perceptiveness of the man.

Nick wasn’t going to complain. He was grateful for the chance to spend more time with Adalind. Especially since she had gone on maternity leave. The two of them would be able to devote every second to focusing on their blossoming relationship and the baby.

Grimm

Adalind was thrilled when Nick came home and updated her on everything. Not only was Juliette locked away, Adalind got to have Nick all to herself.

She told him that he didn’t need to worry about dealing with the insurance company, or the bank, about the house. She had asked some of her friends at the law firm for help.

Adalind called the people at her law firm. She had helped them out on their cases, now it was time for them to return the favor. They were going to help her to do everything possible to ensure Nick got everything he deserved.

She was also going to make sure Juliette got as little as possible. She deserved nothing after the horrible way she treated Nick. A good man like him deserved much better.

Adalind wanted to give Nick everything he deserved.

She knew she had fallen in love with him. She wanted to do everything in her power to make him see that she could and would make him happy.

Grimm

Elizabeth offered to attend Juliette’s bail hearing and talk with the DA, so Nick and Adalind could stay home and relax.

She also asked Rosalee to take some special herbal tea to the pair. Monroe offered to go with his favorite fuchsbau, and made a veggie lasagna that he knew Nick liked and was sure Adalind would enjoy as well.

Grimm

“We wanted to add an attempted murder charge, but we weren’t sure if we could prove she intended to hit anyone with her car. However, with the other charges easy to prove, we should have no problem getting a conviction.” The DA explained. “We’re also going to request that even after Juliette gets out of jail, she should not have any contact with Nick, Adalind, or the child. We’re going to explain that since it’s obvious Juliette blames Adalind getting pregnant for why Juliette can’t be with Nick, that she could take her revenge on the child.”

Since Juliette had been away from Portland for over seven months, and the day she returned was the day she committed various crimes, the judge thought it best to revoke bail.

“You severed all ties to the community months ago. You have already shown you have no connection to anyone in the city. Therefore, you pose too much of a flight risk.”

Grimm

With Juliette in jail, Nick seemed to throw even more of himself into taking care of Adalind.

He insisted on massaging her feet every night. If she was walking around, he would physically place slippers on her feet.

Adalind found herself the happy recipient of all of Nick’s attention.

She had once feared that Juliette’s return would mean the end of her time with Nick. But wonderfully, the opposite had happened.

Juliette burning down the home she and Nick had once shared had solidified Adalind taking her place in Nick's life, and in his heart.

Grimm

The defense attorney Juliette’s family got for her had his work cut out for him.

It didn’t help Juliette that her attorney had to work on two separate cases for her. The criminal case, and the civil case brought on by the insurance company. Both of which involved causing harm to the life of her ex; a Portland police officer. And harm to the believed mother of said officer’s child.

No jury could be sympathetic to someone who was the epitome of the crazy ex girlfriend.

The charges of reckless endangerment, destruction of property, and arson, were a slam dunk for the DA to prosecute. Especially when a very pregnant Adalind took the witness box.

Juliette’s attorney begged her to take a plea deal. But she refused.

It was no surprise to anyone but Juliette that the jury found her guilty.

Grimm

Nick had the best lawyers in the city working for him, thanks to Adalind. The insurance company agreed to give Nick the full value of the house and everything that was inside.

Once the money from the insurance and from the land being sold had been deposited in his bank account, he considered the matter on the whole situation with Juliette and the house closed. And he focused fully on the new life he wanted.

Namely, a life with Adalind and the baby.

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