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asterekmess · 4 years

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S3A - E2

Here we go, Episode 2 of the rewatch. Honestly, even if you guys really don’t care about these, I’m gonna write them anyway, cus I need to get my FEELINGS out.

Anyway. Read More as a symbol of my love.

Thoughts:

Your pen is dry, honey. Try a sharpie.

So Stiles has literally known Heather since he was born? Nursery school is from 0 months to 5 years old, apparently. And Scott doesn’t know who she is? How does that even happen? It’s not like Stiles hasn’t seen her in ages, she recognizes him Instantly from across the room and he recognizes her back. So, Scott just never met her or asked about her or anything? Stiles never told him?

If anyone was curious, apparently Heather’s friend is named Danielle (according to Amazon Prime’s “X-Ray” thingy). She’s the same girl from Lydia’s birthday party, I think. The one who woke Stiles up? OHmygod that would be so fucking interesting. If he invited her and Heather to Lydia’s party. Maybe Heather couldn’t go, but Danielle showed up.

Awww, was Heather Stiles’ first kiss? Did they play winery as kids? Hide and seek? did they break a stupidly expensive bottle of wine?

I have personal issues with Stiles supposed canon age. I refuse to believe he’s not 17 and a year older than the others, because of repeating a grade when he was really young. I just refuse to believe otherwise. XP

PLS STOP making fun of girls asking for guys’ consent. This show would be awesome for like ten whole seconds if they stopped RUINING the girl’s asking for consent by having the guys laugh at them or treat it like a joke.

Allison, Scott’s not gonna have a single fucking clue what you’re talking about when only you hold out your arm to show the bruise.

Also. I believe in Big Dick Stiles Stilinski, bc he’s too smart not to know that wearing too big a condom is like the worst possible idea and can render it basically useless, and he wouldn’t have grabbed one (which we see he did in the next episode or something) if it wouldn’t fit. Therefore. XXL for our boy. XP

Hold up. So no one heard Heather screaming? Was she hallucinating the wine bottles breaking? Maybe it was an illusion, cus there’s no mess when Stiles gets down there? But still, the screaming is real. Scott should’ve heard screams like that even from outside the building.

Also, I feel p fucking bad for Stiles. As far as he knows, she bailed on him. What if he thought it was a prank or a joke or something? Or, even worse actually, since he’s known her for so long and she left her shoes down there, I bet he’d be worried instantly.

*snort* I looked up Derek’s loft set for research. They had to do so much editing to make it look grudgy and out of the way. This building is in the middle of town and it’s Massive and Gleaming. It’s a place where you can rent office suites. XD

I love everything about Isaac’s little venting session over getting Peter’s help, except the part where where he mentions Scott. Fuck scott. (whoops, now I need the tag. Like you didn’t see that coming?)

I find it hilarious that Peter’s intro is Rock Music. Also. “Fair enough.” I do love this man. (took me a while though.) Like, he’s honestly pretty simple to understand most of the time. He just wants people to be honest to him, say what they wanna say to his face.

Look at Peter, giving us one of the very few hints at werewolf history. Presumably, the ability was meant to be used to share memories with pack, locations of dens or images or even scents of other packs. And though mostly Alphas do it, clearly not just Alphas do it. This is fucking Interesting, I want MORE.

Aannnd, we discover that Scott’s been lying to Allison this whole time and letting her think that Derek just randomly attacked her mother. Love it. Also, I’m still not over Allison’s behavior in the last season? Waiting on an apology, hun, and it better be good.

OH. OH NOW You can sense the werewolves, Scott? SERIOUSLY?

Why do they make every single scene with Finstock have something to do with Stiles’ sex life? Like....it’s awkward. Stop. Also, can you imagine Stiles getting a rep around school for having a big dick bc of this? Is that something that actually happens in high schools? I had no friends, I would not know.

“No play.” The first time Scott decides that neutrality is better than actually doing something useful. I’m salty. *nods* yup. I am. I know what this scene does later on, and I hate it.

Also, can I just say that I literally hate that EVERY SINGLE time Stiles is having a good time, they make it Horrible? Stiles makes a lil joke about Derek being a Sourwolf? Derek gets claws through his lungs and spits blood. Stiles gets to play on the team? Across town Erica and Boyd are being tortured. Stiles is about to have sex? The girl he’s supposed to have sex with is being traumatized downstairs. Stiles is about to play a stupid fucking game in class? He gets taken in for questioning because his friend since birth has been kidnapped. They literally refuse to ever let Stiles be happy without making him look like an idiot or an asshole for having a single good emotion. It makes me so MAD. You can literally measure the show! If Stiles is actually smiling, then someone’s about to die.

OH MY GOD. Really? Another moment we didn’t get to see? “Derek says it’s easier to turn teenagers” WHEN DID HE SAY THAT? I‘M SO CURIOUS. Also how does Stiles know what Peter and Derek tried to do to get Isaac’s memories back? Are they reporting to Stiles? Letting him know what’s up? STILES IS HALE PACK I WILL FIGHT YOU.

I’m getting really sick of Deaton somehow knowing more about werewolves than the two born werewolves. Like, it’s really fucking annoying? They know their own species, or at least they should? It was the same with Chris helping out on the hunt. He doesn’t know werewolves better than they know themselves and I’m fucking tired of it. Let Peter and Derek have their own fucking history and knowledge about their own fucking species.

*snort* i paused at just the right time and the water effect made Derek and scott’s foreheads Really big. XD

I enjoy Stiles getting distracted now that his job is done. I feel that in my soul. The only difference between us is that he has the confidence to just Grab the shit he wants to play with, and I never did so I just zone out staring at it.

I’m not stupid. I see them suddenly throwing in the work ‘risky’ everywhere. But I still appreciate Derek reminding Isaac that he doesn’t have to do the ice tub thing.

More reflections...what’s with the reflections in this season so far?

Also, is this how people sound when they’re hypnotized. I’m on Stiles’ side actually, giving this the side-eye with Isaac’s constant “They’re here” thing. It seems really weird and overdone.

God, this scene is such fucking bullshit. Derek would never put Isaac in danger like that. Isaac’s the only Beta he’s got at the moment. He wouldn’t do that and it’s fucking Stupid to make him be so vicious and scare the shit out of Isaac. I fucking hate it.

I think it’s sweet that Isaac looks to Stiles for answers when everyone’s acting weird.

Ten hours of research, and Stiles has a little pinboard on the floor, the prototype for his big one Awwwwww.

Papa Stilinski comes through ONce Again!

If they’re supposed to meet at 5 and get to work at dark. Why is it dark when they get to Dereks??? WORK WITH ME HERE.

WHY would they patch the wall (Which is stone, so wtf did they patch it with? Concrete?) if they closed the bank down right after the robbery???

IT”S THE SCENE *heavy breathing* “Big bad wolf, yeahhh, lookatdat” Peter looks SO DONE “I’ve been dealing with this for months, make it stop”

aaaand again. “Risk” Since when does Peter care about risk? I never understood this scene. We have evidence that Peter cares about family, and according to werewolves, pack is family. He flipped shit to find Derek when Derek was missing. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do. I just...I don’t get it. Don’t like it, either.

“Yeah, if you want me to come” “NOT you” I love this scene, because it shows not just that Stiles is fucking raring to go and help, but that he didn’t offer before only because he thought Derek wouldn’t let him. We know Derek doesn’t think Stiles is useless. He put Stiles in charge of researching this entire bank. Which means it’s not that he doesn’t think Stiles could help, it’s that he doesn’t want Stiles to get hurt. And apparently Stiles knows that Derek feels that way, and knows Derek is vehement enough about it that he didn’t even bother bringing it up in the first place. That’s some serious trust and understanding, and even respect right there that Stiles is showing. Understanding what Derek would feel before he did it, trusting that Derek knew better about what was too dangerous for Stiles to involve himself in, and respecting him enough not to bug him about it anyway.

personal preference, I hate how much time is wasted just showing people walk down halls with weird lighting effects, or showing Allison trip over debris and pull her coat closed. Like...it’s really not needed?

Sup, Morrell? 20 seconds to get hidden? Is that 20 sec before the alphas get in hearing range or 20 sec before they actually get there? And how did the Alphas know that Derek was coming tonight? As far as they knew they took Isaac’s memory away and killed Braeden.

KALI WEAR SOM EFUCKING SHOES YOU NASSTY.

Smart girl with the bleach. I mean, I don’t know why the sudden scent of bleach didn’t tick kali off, but sure, whatever works.

I’m not even kidding. When I saw this scene for the first time I fucking burst into tears. Just that little glimpse of Erica and I was a mess

I really love Stiles and Peter chatting though. Like, Stiles gives no fucks, and Peter sounds just so used to it. Also, Derek’s couch looks sooooo comfy. I wanna sit on it. And Peter halfway through calling Stiles annoying is just like “Shit. He’s right. Again.” and there’s no physical distance. Peter once dragged Stiles around by his neck all night and nearly killed Lydia. But Stiles has no qualms about walking right up into his space and helping him out. PLUS, when Peter realizes Stiles is right, there’s no insults. Not even frustrated ones. When STiles describes the walls of the loft, Peter doesn’t say, “No, you idiot, the bank vault.” or make a quip. He’s immediately looking to Stiles for the information and trusting that he has it and will know where it is.

Then we have Scott just...whatever the fuck he’s saying. I don’t wanna hear it.

Okay, that is way more space behind Derek and Scott than Stiles said. And how is the moonlight even getting in? They had to shimmy through a shaft in the walls, there’s no windows in the walls. AND HOW THE FUCK would the ALpHA PACK KNOW THEY EVen KNOW WHERE THE BANK IS???

Derek should be able to hear the phone call. Just. Yes. That’s how that works. Also, Peter, now is not the time for gladiator analogies.

And the tears are back. All it takes is one fucking word. “Cora?”

IT DOESN”T MAKE SENSE. HOW WOULD THE ALPHAS KNOW??? If Marin hired Braeden and told her to get a message to Derek about the bank they were being kept at, then that means that it was all this really dumb double-double cross. Her making it look like she double-crossed the Alphas by telling Braeden to give up their location, but actually doing for the Alphas to trap Derek and Scott. What the absolute fuck?

FINALLY Someone holds Scott accountable. THANK you Derek.

Also, hello Lydia, I’m so sorry honey but you’re about to enter a whole new nightmare.

Final thoughts: I’m very long winded, and very frustrated and very fucking sad. I am just so goddamn sad and the next episode’s gonna make me feel even worse so I’m taking a break.

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lullabieswrappedinlies · 4 years

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Boston Boys [Part Five]

Summary: Chris trails Elsa to find out if the crew is safe or not. Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC, John Krasinski x OFC Word Count: 1720 Chapter Warnings: Angst, lying. After-effects of bank robbery/kidnapping. No John in this chapter. A/N: This story contains a character who lost her hearing as she got older. I do work closely and regularly with the D/deaf community (I’m a sign language interpreter), but my own hearing problems do not involve significant hearing loss. It is not my intention to offend anyone, only to bring in a character with a quality I don’t see often in other fics. If you have questions about her, feel free to ask :)

Boston Boys Masterlist

Elsa rolled her eyes as she looked through the fridge, deciding which leftovers would make the best supper. She had some time off from the bank to recover from her injuries, physical and otherwise, but that didn’t mean she had wanted to use any of her last few free days to do anything but cry or sleep. When she finally was able to pull herself out of bed and into the shower, she realized she needed to get in touch with her family and let them know about the robbery before it hit the news and got back to New York. Now, here she was on the phone with her mother; though she had reached her father first, Caleb Chapman quickly passed the phone over to his wife while he got in touch with a lawyer to make sure Elsa was protected against being pressured into any kind of questioning or other participation by the police. Margaret was on and on about how she knew something like this would happen, and Elsa should come back to New York right away.

“Something like this could have happened just as easily in Manhattan,” Elsa sighed, “there are a million banks across the country, I just happen to work at one that got hit. I’m all right, by the way, thanks for asking. MassGen has some really great doctors.”

Margaret huffed into the phone. “I figured if you weren’t fine, Elsa, you would have called sooner. But what if it happens again? What if you’re not fine?”

“I’m not going to be at the bank forever. The chances of this happening again are slim to none. Listen, I just wanted you both to hear this from me and not through the news. I’m fine, I don’t have to go back to the bank until next week.”

She closed the refrigerator door and realized she was going to need to go to the grocery store if she planned to eat any time soon. She rushed her mother off the phone and got herself presentable to do some shopping. Forgoing a list, she walked to the nearest grocery and found a cart.

After produce, she headed for canned goods. A can of corn on the top shelf was giving her particular trouble. Elsa could stand on the bottom shelf and reach it, but looking up made her head spin. An after effect of the concussion, she assumed, but that one small problem brought a million images of the bank robbery back to her.

She stood in front of the canned vegetables, willing herself not to cry. She stared straight ahead in an effort to regain her equilibrium, but not looking around meant there was nothing she could do but think about the yelling and the guns and the kidnapping.

“Can I help you reach something?”

Elsa turned too fast toward the person offering to help and nearly lost her balance. He reached out to grip her shoulders and keep her upright.

“Hey, hey, you okay?”

Elsa looked up and caught a set of very pretty blue eyes, framed by a handsome face and brown hair. As they both straightened up, she realized how tall he was. And athletic. Now her head was spinning, but not from the concussion. She sniffled and leaned against the shelf for support.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I have a concussion, I was trying to reach for the corn on the top shelf, it made me dizzy, then I remembered everything that happened surrounding the concussion … I’m sorry. Now I’m rambling on to you about all of this.”

He reached up to the top shelf, retrieved two cans of corn, and placed them in her cart. He turned back to her and extended his hand.

“I’m Chris.”

Elsa smiled shyly and slipped her hand into his. It wasn’t so much of a handshake as it was him taking her hand in an attempt at comfort.

“Elsa.”

Chris nodded, his eyes roaming over her. She was suddenly very conscious of her appearance, but Chris didn’t seem turned off in the least.

“Nice to meet you. Listen, I only came here to get a couple of things. Why don’t you let me trail you while you finish, I’ll reach all the high stuff, and then I’ll take you for coffee.”

It wasn’t a question, and Elsa liked that about him. He was so sure, so confident — two things she was severely lacking at the moment. Her balance seemed to have returned, so she took him up on his offer. The last few days had been pretty shitty, but maybe things were looking up now.

Chris trailed Elsa around the store, making small talk and asking her questions about herself. He figured if she was going to make him, it would have happened the second she spotted him in that grocery store aisle. She didn’t mention anything about the circumstances of her concussion, but he attributed that more to the trauma than to Elsa connecting him to the trauma itself.

Once they were out of the grocery store, they walked to her apartment building. He waited on the sidewalk while she put her cold things away. She came back down within a few minutes, recovered from her small breakdown at the grocery store and just glowing. Chris hadn’t been thinking about things like pretty girls when the robbery happened -- then, it was just about getting the job down and getting out. The longer he looked at her, the worse he felt about the robbery.

Soon after arriving at the coffee shop, they were seated; Chris with a black cuppa and Elsa with a cup of tea with lemon and honey. She sat with her back to the wall, watching the door carefully and so tense, Chris wondered what she was waiting for.

“Expecting someone else?” he asked.

Elsa shook her head slowly and apologized. “I’m paranoid, is all.”

Chris frowned. “Any reason why?”

Her eyes glazed over again but she didn’t actually cry. “I don’t want to trouble you with my troubles. But thank you for asking.”

Acting on instinct, Chris reached over and covered her hand with his. “I wanna know. You’re not troubling me.”

She took a deep breath and considered him before sipping at her tea and leaning back in her chair. “I work for Boston Private. A few days ago, there was a robbery. They came in masks and they had guns. The code is sent to a different teller every day, and that day, I had the code. I did what they asked, I opened the safe, but someone pressed the alarm. They thought it was me, one of them shoved me into their van. Tied my hands behind me, blindfolded and gagged me. I don’t know how long we were in the van, but they dropped me on a curb. One of them, he told me I was going to be okay, that no one was going to hurt me. He told me to sing my favorite song, and then take the blindfold off. So, I did, and then I managed to nudge the blindfold and gag away from my face, and I screamed for my life.”

Chris was suddenly seeing the whole thing happen from her side of the robbery. He knew they had hurt her, but this … his heart was breaking and he was nearly sick to his stomach. He said the only thing he could think to say.

“What song did you sing?”

“‘Hey Jude’,” Elsa whispered. She cleared her throat and took another drink of her tea. “My dad used to take me to his office downtown when I was a kid and had days off of school. The mornings were always quiet, but in the afternoon, when he really got going, he would hum it or sing it. I listened to that song for years before I actually heard The Beatles sing it.”

Chris gave her half a smile. “Classic. I’m sorry that happened, Elsa.”

She chuckled and shrugged. “It wasn’t your fault, but thank you. You know, this is the first time I’ve left my place since I got home from the hospital that day. You’re brave to be seen in public with me while I’ve still got these stitches.”

“You’re beautiful,” Chris assured, putting every bit of confidence into the statement. “And if you told me all of that to scare me off, it didn’t work. Will you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

Elsa’s cheeks turned a brilliant pink, a perfect hue that excellently complimented her brown eyes. “You want to have dinner with me?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Great. Pick you up in front of your place at seven?”

“I’ll be ready and waiting,” she promised.

“Good.”

They finished their drinks with lighter conversation, reaffirmed their date for the next night, and then parted ways.

Back at the barber shop, the entire crew was anxiously waiting for Chris to return. Scarlett had been the first to jump at the chance to tail Elsa and figure out if she was talking to the cops, if she would recognize them around the neighborhood. Thing was, Scar wasn’t the best with girl talk anyway, and Chris didn’t trust her to act responsibly if Elsa at all hinted at speaking to the cops and/or recognizing Scarlett. If she recognized Scarlett, surely she would recognize the rest of them.

“We’re in the clear,” Chris announced, as soon as Shanna and Carly were out of earshot. Seb, Scar, and Scotty all breathed a sigh of relief. They made an agreement not to take a hostage again, no matter what, and moved on to their customers.

He wondered if he should mention that he was going to continue seeing Elsa, but decided for the time being it was better not to say anything. Maybe things wouldn’t even go past the first date; furthermore, he wasn’t going to risk a scene in the middle of the shop in front of his sisters. He would concentrate on the shop for a while, maybe find a place on his own, move out of the place he was currently sharing with Scotty and Seb.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, his mind warned him. Chris didn’t listen. Elsa already had him thinking about the possibilities.

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studentville-struggles · 6 years

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On Set // Part 2

Chris Evans x reader

Multi-part series following the reader’s life on the set of the latest Avengers film

Part 2

Words: 1,504

Warnings: mentions of gaslighting, mentions of emotional abuse, swearing

Massive shout out to @dsakita for being a real-life superhuman, a newfound friend and an amazing person; she helped me edit this chapter so it’s only readable because of her so go check her out

Part 1 // Masterlist

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“Cat got your tongue, b?” Why couldn’t I have dated anyone else on the planet, literally anyone else? Before you could respond though, Scarlett grabbed your arm and dragged you off, presumably to ask what was going on.

“What happened with him? You’ve never mentioned a fiancé, so something happened.” Is she actually an assassin in real life?

“Generic shit you hear from anyone who dated a narcissistic white boy.” Oh, that look isn’t good.

“Elaborate.”

“Everything was perfect. He was nice, supportive, all that jazz, but that was when I was at uni. He was already working and I’ve mentioned to everyone before how much I struggled at uni. When I graduated, got a job and started to really succeed, things changed.” It was so obvious looking back on everything. “Things got a little messy, he couldn’t handle me being successful and not relying on him for support and motivation.”

“He gaslighted you? Emotional abuse?”

“I don’t think I can truly say he abused me, because it just wasn’t that bad compared to other people I know, people who are truly survivors. But when I became aware of what he was doing; making me think I was useless at my job – a job that required people to rely on me – thinking I wasn’t physically fit enough, not good enough for my rugby team, not eating well enough, not stable enough mentally – not a thing to say to an extremely anxious person! When I realised what he was doing, I noticed it only happened when I was having good days; when I struggled he was so much more affectionate. Honestly, I think the reason I can’t call it abuse is because he never really knew what he was doing, I think he didn’t anyway. Anyway, I noticed, we had an argument that rivalled the war of the roses, minus the deaths and armies, and I left.” It felt good to say all that to someone other than a therapist.

“The severity doesn’t impact the validity, Y/N. What you experienced must have hurt and that pain is valid. How is it seeing him then?” Girls... Wow. How amazing are they?!

“Odd. I’ve done enough therapy since I auditioned for this role that I have pretty much forgiven him. I am at peace and I know what I’m worth. I’m not scared of him but it’s definitely a little uncomfortable. Though it’s odd having people I knew before watch me act. I barely remembered he was here when I was messing around with Seb and Chris.” Why is she smirking? Soon the smirk changed to confusion.

“What happened with him just now? Why is Chris so pissed off?” You swooned internally at how sweet and kind it was for him to stick up for you. You relayed what had happened to Scarlett. She smirked again. What is she scheming?

“We don’t have to but this just popped into my head. What do you say to us having them as extras for some other scenes so you can show off how much better your life is a) than his generally because we have one of the most privileged jobs out there – think how much we get to see and do, and b) how much better it is without him in it.”

“As long as I’m not left alone with him, I could probably manage that.” Forgiveness. We managed that. Socialising is the next step. We can do this.

“Of course hun, say the word and he’s gone. As soon as it’s too much, he’s gone. This is all about you.” So much love.

Wandering back to the boys, it seems Seb was glaring at Dave and Robert had moved Chris back, talking him down a bit. Chris was visibly tense and pissed off. You and Scarlett meandered through the crowd of people, you stopped, letting Scarlett go right to the front of the group, staring the boys down. Dave was flanked by two of his work buddies you quite liked before.

“You’ll do,” Scarlett said after a little pause, staring at the boys. “Since you’re so intent on getting more than a, what were the words used again Chris?” Chris seemed to have an inkling of what was going on.

“A pay attention and a strip show, I seem to remember,” He replied sarcastically.

“Ah yes.” Scarlett continued. “‘A pay attention and a strip show’. Why don’t you stay on for a couple more scenes? I’m sure we always need more extras. How does a couple extra days work sound boys?” She really turned on the charm at the end; she was definitely going to get her own way.

I think Dave might have thought flirting with your friend was going to piss you off, and had it been another time, you would have felt insecure. However, now it was just funny. He looked you dead in the eyes before turning with a smirk to Scarlett and replied with a sickly

“Sure thing, sweetie.” Almost instantly Scarlett began walking to towards the directors to put her plan into motion.

Passing you she fake gagged and joked. “God, you really dated that?” You just chuckled at her response to the whole situation. It made you feel a lot better about everything knowing how much everyone had your back.

Chris came over and put a hand on your back to check in, although he ended up pulling you round into him, his arm basically around your waist and your hand up on his chest to steady yourself.

“You okay? I know Scarlett’s got this big scheme, but we can just toss him out if you’d prefer?” You gave his arm a squeeze to show you appreciated the gesture and gave him a smile.

“I’m honestly so much better already. Anyway, who doesn’t want to show their glow up to an ex, I mean look at me now.” You winked at Chris before stepping back and doing a little twirl. Everything must have been fine for the banter and flirting to still be there. Chris leaned back and pretended to really look you up and down and think about how you look.

“Yup, definitely worth showing off” Chris nodded before winking back at you.

“C’mon lets get some food while we have a break you dork,” you laughed back at him, linking an arm through his as you wandered over to the break room area.

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You were relaxing, reading through some more of your script when Tom jumped over the back of the sofa and plopped down next to you.

“Jesus Holland, are you trying to kill me today?” You exclaimed, clutching your chest trying to will your heart to chill out. “Nice use of the emergency call earlier by the way, really appreciated that” you stated sarcastically, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Always.” He drawled – ever so dramatic. The two of you had become quite familial since hanging out on set, watching everyone else’s scenes and chilling in the evenings. He was the brother you never had. “So I used that because Seb looked pissed and Chis looked murderous – in my defence, I didn’t know it was because your ex was in town. Speaking of which we need to talk.” You really didn’t want to explain it all again today.

“Tom, I’m sorry but can we do explana-”

“I don’t care about that right now, you can talk to me about that whenever you’re comfortable to. I trust Scarlett’s handling that whole situation.” He cut you off, though not in a rude way, though it left you wondering what he wanted to talk about. “I want to talk about Chris. Specifically, you and him.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Flirting on set is normal, I get that. Our main casts living arrangements currently are not.” You were all being put up in a big country home – not like a traditional National Trust country Home, but like a big-ish house a little out towards the countryside – as a way of allowing more switch off from the public. “It’s not a continuation of set banter usually, so why are you two flirting quite so much when we’re at the house?”

“We aren’t?” At least you didn’t think so.

“Bullshit, I can feel the sexual tension.”

“You might wanna see a doctor about that..”

“Y/N!”

“What, I can’t feel this so-called ‘sexual tension’, you might have an issue!”

“Okay! Fine! Deny the flirting outside of the set, but you two flirt with each other more than any other actors and I stand by that! Also, how do you explain that little arm around thingy you two had going on earlier? I saw that.”

“Tom, that was concern! Not romance.” You defended

“Whatever you say, bean, I gotta get to hair and makeup. Just think about why your ex turning up made him so angry.” And with like that, Tom walked off again, leaving you with your thoughts on how you and Chris interact. Like earlier, he was just looking out for you, right?

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Part 3

Let me know what you think of part 2!

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shinneth · 5 years

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The Gem Ascension Reference Tour 3: WWE/General Wrestling

Let’s get by far the biggest reference in GA out of the way.

Most people who’ve reviewed or talked to me about GA have never failed to bring up the hilarity of the Ruby Math scene. Where Ruby, damaged and isolated from all of her friends and spouse, was faced with hundreds of Era 2 Peridots that all claimed to be Facet-2F5L Cut-5XG. None of them were. Ruby was certain of that.

Even though Ruby wasn’t in the least bit of danger because Peridots are notorious for being sucky fighters without the limb enhancers (which they all had to go without to give off the illusion they’re the great and lovable edition), she was still faced with a very difficult task of getting all of these low-caste gems poofed and bubbled to Earth, since it was apparent by this point in GA3 that Homeworld itself was about to completely collapse. Steven was pretty adamant about saving as many gems in addition to Peridot as possible, but then there was a problem for this: Peridots are also crazy durable, and Ruby can only take out so many by herself in a damaged state before succumbing to exhaustion. So, she inadvertently found a way to poof a bunch of Peridots at once very quickly: spout off the stupidest math possible and watch their brains break as they try to comprehend where the hell you’re pulling these numbers from.

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Ruby Math is basically Steiner Math. Pretty much the same numbers were even used, because honestly, my own math skills are so goddamn horrific, I knew I’d somehow ruin this if I tried to put too much of a different spin on it.

So yeah, definitely don’t give me credit for all of the hilarity of that scene. All I can say is, Steiner Math wasn’t so potent that it literally blew Samoa Joe and Kurt Angle’s minds.

But hah, that’s not the only reference! As if.

“I’m sorry. I love you.”

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(starts at 0:14)

Seemed like a random thing for Steven to say right after superkicking his girlfriend in the back of the head, right? Well, it’s based on this.

Sort of different ways they were utilized. Shawn Michaels says this (not really audible, but you can read his lips very easily) right before delivering his finishing move (that he had to use multiple times in a very long match) that finally took Ric Flair down and ended his very long career. Since HBK knew he was basically ending this man’s career with this action, and rightfully respects the man to the highest degree of one of the all-time greats, so it’s akin to a mercy killing.

For GA, this was the only way Steven knew how to subdue Peridot, who had gone off on Lapis and physically assaulted her for the first and only time in the story due to being in hysterics that Pumpkin was at death’s door, and Lapis was only calmly trying to drag her back down to reality. Peridot wasted valuable time she could have used to say goodbye to Pumpkin and really be there for her in her final moments to instead appeal to Steven to miraculously save her (which Steven had already all possible options on before Peridot even made it to the scene; he had to cut her off every time Peridot went off on a nonsensical tangent), then have words she herself used on Steven used on her by Lapis. Namely, the “you can’t save everybody” line. Peridot reacted by screaming at Lapis before bitchslapping her. So, Peridot was already massively trying Steven’s patience since he knew from the start there was nothing more to be done about Pumpkin and Peridot just couldn’t bring herself to accept it, hence the continued bargaining. Once she actually hurt a friend of theirs, Steven could clearly see no amount of talking would bring Peridot to her senses in time before Pumpkin completely passed on. So, Steven had to do and say things he was extremely uncomfortable about and normally would never say or do voluntarily, but Peridot, especially GA Peridot, has proved to be akin to talking to a brick wall. With a massively dwindling time limit and knowing how much worse this situation would get once Peridot realized Pumpkin died seeing her acting like this, he forced himself to push his own limits.

And really, he knew he wouldn’t really hurt Peridot with a superkick, anyway. Steven was definitely aware Peridot would be infinitely more hurt that he did it to her than the act itself. Unfortunately, Steven should have acted a little sooner, because Peridot barely got a couple of words out to Pumpkin once she was finally brought down to reality before the latter died.

On the bright side, even before Pumpkin was miraculously brought back to life, Peridot didn’t hold this against Steven in the least, and acknowledged both to him and to Lapis that she fully deserved a superkick to the head and losing her chance to say goodbye to Pumpkin for how she conducted herself.

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Luckily, it works out all nicely not just for Pumpkin’s life and Peridot/Steven maintaining their relationship by the end of GA, but the whole fusion thing for Peridot gets ironed out as well. I was a massive asshole ending the story on the confirmation of Peridot and Steven being able to fuse (no name or even a visual; the final line is literally the fusion acknowledging that they pulled it off this time), but come onnnn. I already made three original fusions as well as full-Diamond forms for Steven and Peridot, the former of which I’ve yet to properly design!

Right before they try doing this, Peridot agrees with Steven that they don’t seem like the type who’d fuse to a proper kind of dance. Instead, it’d be more like certain wrestler entrances. “Sheasaro” is mentioned, which isn’t an official term at all in WWE, but it’s what a lot of people called the tag team of Sheamus and Cesaro before they were collectively called The Bar. Anyway, I fucking love that entrance. Needless to say I’ve envisioned plenty of characters and how they’d come out to certain entrance songs and routines.

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Peridot makes it no secret that “clod” is her word, and that still rings true in GA. However, in GA exclusively there’s a close runner-up: stupid idiot.

A redundant term made awesome by Chris Jericho’s 2016-2017 persona. It just felt like a very Peridot thing to say, and with this I never had to worry about over-using the clod term.

It never happened in-story, but if GA Peridot was ever to be called out using this by pointing out its redundancy, she’d definitely insist that the term is for emphasis. That this is how to determine how much of an idiot you truly are. Because to Peridot the Genius, everyone is either stupid or an idiot. But only a few select clods can be considered both.

I feel like there’s more references than this, but these are the only ones that stand out right now. I’ll add a part 2 if I find something significant that I missed the next time I read through the fic.

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