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bisexualhairrington · 2 years
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the holy trinity of "silly little highschool girls go psycho" movies:
heathers (1988)
mean girls (2004)
do revenge (2022)
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neonovember · 10 months
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Carmen definitely has black cat energy, maybe more akin to something like a stray cat (saying that lovingly) but definitely is more cat boyfriend than dog boyfriend. Have to leave him alone and gain his trust and then he’ll be curious about you, and then won’t leave you alone đŸ„°đŸ˜­
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this is completely true, carmen is kinda stand-offish and reserved at first and he is horrible at replying and calling you back because let’s face it he doesn’t really know how to communicate properly. but even after all that, all of that distance and reservations you force him to come out.
you drag him to a nice hole in the wall lunch spot, you take him for drinks, and then something just clicks in Carmen. Once he realises you aren’t going to leave him stranded he completely opens himself to you, and don’t try and tell me he wouldn’t be the most clingy mf after 😭 this man is literally a toddler yall!
So why not a little drabble down below? A sneak peak if you will. it’s likes 200 worth of word vomit and there’s allusion to smut to enjoy ;)
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The busy streets of the farmers market spilled into the morning traffic, as Carmen rushes between crowds with two cups of coffee grasped against his chest.
They burned, really fucking bad, probably searing a third degree burn right under his pelvis but god did he not care, his legs ran with the wind behind them as he tried making it back to your shared apartment as quick as possible.
He had only left the warm bed where you lay 10 minutes ago, only after you had thought about ‘how good a coffee would be snuggled up here’ and Carmen had shouldered on a flimsy fleece jacket and his house slippers before racing out of the house to fulfill your request.
He didn’t regret it now, but he could practically feel his skin itch with a desire to feel you against him again. There had been a celebratory dinner of sorts for the beef after it got recognised as Chicago’s up and coming restaurant of the decade. Carmen couldn’t wait till you both made it to your apartment and just took your right there in the backseat of his car that now stood stationary in the parking lot.
Carmen can still taste you on his tongue and now he’s grateful he took a much needed day off to spend it with you.
Opening the apartment door, the smell of melted butter and grease washes over Carmen’s senses. Flipping of his slippers, Carmen past the kitchen, where used dishes lay on the stove top and the ingredients for pancakes lay open.
“Baby? I got our coffee?” Carmen yells out, and when there is no answer a sweat begins to break on Carmen’s forehead.
“H-honey? You there!?” Carmen yells louder, looking through the living room before entering the bedroom with haste.
“I’m right here Carmy, it’s alright” The sweet saccharine melody of your voice pulls Carmen from whatever fear inducing nightmare he fell into.
You’re here, back where your supposed to be. Wrapped around the covers that smelled of the both of you.
“Made us pancakes” You smile, the sun streaming in through the linen curtains so they dusted all over your gorgeous face.
If Carmen could shift his eyes away from you (which he can’t) he would see the pretty tower of pancakes dripping with syrup and berries plated on the bedside table. Hell, if he saw how well done they were you feared the coffee might get thrown across the room and Carmen will drag you up to his face.
“Got us coffee” Carmen whispered, placing them to the side, forgotten as his mind was consumed with feeling you against him.
“Just get in here already” You giggle, before the sheets are thrown to the side and the warmth of Carmen’s body encapsulates you once again.
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boxofbonesfic · 9 months
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ransom + “You twitch in your sleep. It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” from the sleepy prompts list đŸ„°âœš dark or not ur choice
Title: Sleaze
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Warnings: Just a bunch of implications really, Implied Infidelity, Mentions of drunkenness, Ransom being a creep
A/N: i wrote this in twenty minuted hiding my phone under my desk, please excuse any typos đŸ„Č
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Your mouth feels dry and cottony, the taste of wine still bitter on your tongue. You shift without opening your eyes, your borrowed gown bunching uncomfortably beneath your hips as you do.
The night returns to you in alcohol soaked flashes; answering your childhood friend’s last minute summons with forced enthusiasm—after all, Louise only seemed to remember you existed when her flakey friends left her high and dry.
“What are you doing right now?!”
This time it was her engagement party, an extravagant affair planned by Louise’s overbearing mother, and her equally overbearing soon-to-be mother-in-law. You had already been in for the night, settled onto your couch with a glass of wine when your phone had gone off.
Louise had begged you to come—her maid of honor and two bridesmaids had both cancelled last minute, leaving her down one scheduled speech and gracious toast. And you’d gone, despite the ugly bitter feeling at not having made it into the bridal party yourself—and really, you’d understood the decision, considering your relationship had devolved into getting coffee once every few months.
You had thrown together a speech on your way over, practicing the padded list of platitudes in the rearview, about the “best friend” who was really just more of an extended acquaintance. She had a dress for you to wear, of course, striking down your department store cocktail dress with the same thinly veiled mixture of pity and disapproval that had caused the distance in the first place. You shrugged it off the way you’d been doing for over a decade—you couldn’t expect someone born with a silver spoon in her mouth to understand the taste of cardboard.
Your head is pounding, and you lift a hand to it, pressing your fingers to your temples. You’d drunk far too much, unsuccessfully drowning the feelings in a sea of red wine and bubbly to chase away the bitterness. How could you not be? You were staring down your third year at the Times, with no articles of your own and too much debt. Meanwhile, you doubted the majority of Louise’s guests—Louise included—had ever actually needed to work.
And then there was her fiancé  You shudder, lifting yourself from the plush pillows beneath you with a groan. You suppose to Louise’s credit, she had a type and stuck to it fairly religiously—assholes. And Ransom Drysdsle didn’t seem to be any different.
You shudder, your disgust re-surfacing at the thought of him. The crafty, shit eating grin on his too-handsome face as he’d brushed up against you for the fiftieth time, the palm of his hand slipping brazenly against your ass through the dress with an exaggerated “Oops”.
Sleazeball.
You groan again as you stand up, the slinky hem of your evening dress pooling at your feet. The heels and purse you’d worn—also courtesy of Louise’s closet—are in a heap at the foot of the bed. The room itself is as unfamiliar as the rest of the estate and boasts the same sort of heedless opulence that you’d noted in the rest of Louise’s fiancé’s sprawling manor; expensive original art, furniture that you suspected was both older and more expensive than anything in your meager apartment.
Through the tall windows the sky is dark, pinks and oranges are just beginning to eat away at the dark edges.
Why am I still here?
Vaguely you can remember being led up the grand staircase as the world shifted with every step, and a voice like smooth honey—
“You sleep it off in here, Sweetness.”
You debate whether or not to take the shoes and purse, considering your own are in the trunk of your car. Which is, of course, valet parked somewhere on the massive property. After a moment of hesitation, you decide to leave them—how far could the car even be?
You remake the bed to the best of your ability before heading for the the intimidatingly large door. You reach for the brassy handle, but to your surprise, it turns without you touching it. You gasp, stepping out of the way as it swings open. Ransom is on the other side, so close you can hardly believe there was a door between you only seconds before.
“Oh—well look at you. Didn’t think you’d be up so early.” You can feel the weight of his gaze as it travels down the line of your exposed throat and shoulders. “You drank like a fish, Sweetness.”
Louise’s fiancĂ© is draped across the doorway like a sleazily suited curtain, his blond hair swept back from his handsome face. He’s still dressed in his party clothes, his expensive suit jacket slung over one shoulder and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Embarrassment thins the smile you force yourself to return.
“I—yeah,” you mumble, rubbing the back of your neck. “Sorry about that.”
“What? No, don’t be,” Ransom shakes his head with a little laugh. The cruel curve of his lips makes it seem mocking, even if it isn’t directed at you. “By the time Lou’s friends are through, the staff is usually pulling heads out of toilets halfway through the night.” You grimace at the mention of Louise’s other friends, the ones who’s absent places you’d been called in to fill.
Ransom doesn’t move, remaining planted in the doorway like an annoying weed. For a moment, you stare at one another, until you clear your throat.
“Well, I guess I’d better—”
“How’d you like my room?” He asks suddenly, cutting you off. “Bed’s pretty comfortable, I think.” It’s something about the way he cocks his head, his lopsided smile spreading once again across his face, that makes you feel like he knows something you don’t. “Well, old room.”
“I, um. It was fine.” You say haltingly. “Comfortable. I’d like to—”
“You know, you’re nicer than Lou’s other friends,” Ransom says slowly, sliding one foot over the threshold and then the other. “I like a nice girl.”
“I should leave.” You say it plainly this time, but he continues to ignore it, like you hadn’t spoken at all. The tightness in your chest grows painful as he kicks the door shut behind him. You’re confused as he begins to work at the pearl buttons of his shirt, undoing them slowly as he speaks.
“You twitch in your sleep, you know.” He replies as he lays his jacket over the back of a chair. The diamond cufflinks at his wrists join his blazer as you stare at him in abject horror. “It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”
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cillmequick · 4 months
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Personal rambling below the cut
Today I went for a fancy meal with my husband (with vouchers we’ve had since before I got sick last March) in the middle of the afternoon (which is so decadent in and of itself). It’s our twelfth anniversary of getting together. And when that was finished we walked back home, through the twilight lit park in the cold, and, a little bit pissed, we talked about how we knew that each other was ‘the one’.
For me it was when, after about six weeks of dating but living quite far apart, he came to look after me when I was sick. And I learned today, after 12 years together, that for him it was when he realised that he’d been struggling to get over someone else and after he met me he didn’t think about them anymore đŸ„č
And so we walked in the cold to a wine bar near our house and had a couple of drinks, where we did holiday planning for when we go away in the new year and we laughed a lot.
And then, feeling buzzed and festive and in love, when we left it was snowing đŸ„°
But most importantly, not once in all the time we were out, did I feel long covid tired or overwhelmed.
Best day in almost two years đŸ„č
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dearweirdme · 5 months
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I'm actually kind of shocked there are people who think there have only been a couple of big moments this year, because for me solo era/2023 has been full of big (meaningful) moments. Apart from a handful of exceptions, my reasons for believing list is now mostly moments from the last year. It's been surprising for me in one way because I thought the group going their separate ways would mean Taekook going completely under the radar. But instead there's been more moments that have convinced me they're together this year than I can remember in any other year since I became a Taekooker in 2016...and it's not even close. Which is also NOT surprising when I think about it from the perspective that of course there were going to be lots of moments because for the first time in a decade these two get to live a somewhat normal life for a bit, and not be together for work but because they just want to be. It really made the contrast between Taekook and all other pairings in the group clearer than ever. The Paradise hotel suite, the bowling/snowboarding/musical outings, the live where we know for sure JK was at Tae's place and all the lives since that made even my skeptical ass go "hmmmMMMM!", all of the times the receipts added up to them spending their time together right before trips and immediately after returning, the Dream premiere, showing up late to Yoongi's concert together and leaving together, the matching sweetheart shirts while Tae was in Seoul and Jungkook was in LA (they're insane for this one), Tae working on Layover at Jungkook's house, Tae supporting JK at Inkigayo but for some reason being the ONLY member that was snuck into and out of the building for this purpose, Tae dropping two bombs on us with the info that Jungkook told him to listen to "Oh No Oh Yes" and that he always sings "To Find You" for him, learning that Jungkook really has been brought into Tae's social circle with all of the support he has gotten from Wooga and Tae's high school friends this year, the sweet picture of Tae and Jungkook at the Golden release party looking so blissfully happy together actually had me shaking. This is even leaving a few other things out that I can think of right now, and I know there are some that I'm probably forgetting. Personally, it's been an embarrassment of riches for my Taekook heart.
Hi anon!
Oh same same! I think, while overall we’ve seen Tae and Jk together less (obviously, since members are solo right now), the moments we did get were actually quite big. For the people who look for quantity, it’s probably not been a good year, but those who go for quality.. đŸ„°
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sim-berry · 3 months
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Simblr Gratitude: Gameplay Edition
I missed Simblr Gratitude Day because I was so busy with college- I'm sorry!đŸ˜«I hope it's not too late for me to join in!
This Simblr Gratitude post will be all about gameplays and my personal favorites to binge read over and over again. I will be including Sims 3 and 4 gameplays, but feel free to reblog if you know some great Sims 2 ones as well!
Shoutout to @armoricaroyalty for creating Simblr Gratitude Day and to @simblrpositivity for being such a ray of sunshine in our lovely community💕And here we go!
Sims 3
@thepettymachine you can't discuss TS3 gameplays without mentioning thepettymachine. Her gameplays are pretty, funny, and engaging- I've read through the Osbourne Legacy way too many timesđŸ€Ł
@pixelbots another iconic TS3 simblr. STUNNING pictures, too- I wish my game could look that great! The Zodiac Legacy is also one of my favorite TS3 gameplays.
@muckleberri absolutely beautiful sims and pictures, and awesome gameplay! Definitely check out the Lepacy, Maxim isn't the nicest sim out there but man is he hilarious.
@simspaghetti beautiful gameplay, relatable sims, a super detailed and helpful resources page- what more could you want?
Sims 4
@sojutrait ICONIC. Similar to the Osbournes, I've binge read the Halabi Legacy more times than I can count- Ollie my beloved😍One of the few simblrs out there where I can actually see the sims as real people with distinct personalities!
@akitasimblr two words: Harper. Legacy. One of the best gameplays out there- 11 generations in the main legacy, wow! Ana is also one of the sweetest people on here too, always showing love to everyone including my little blogđŸ€—
@pixelnrd absolutely amazing Decades Challenge. This is another one I've read through many times. Beautiful writing, storylines that make me cry, gorgeous sims.
@cyazurai adorable gameplays and such pretty sims! I'm always a fan of Not So Berry challenges, too😉
@wileyfern pretty and interesting gameplay that keeps you hooked! Definitely read through the Live for Something challenge.
@sammyshuno omg, the Sweet Legacy is one of my favorite gameplays on simblr. I can't get over the bright colors, stunning sims, and storytelling!
@plumdale beautiful gameplay and editing. It's like I'm watching a tv show!
@estah love the Random Legacy- Atlas is one of the prettiest sims I've ever seen!😍
@tulipsimss I've read through the Random Legacy so many times. Her gameplays are just so pleasing to look at and manage to tell interesting stories just through pictures and moodlets (which isn't easy)!
@cinamun trust me, read Things Fall Apart. AMAZING storytelling. You'll be laughing, crying, and wanting to jump through the screen and meet these sims because they feel so real!
Both
@nikatyler one of the best NSB challenges on simblr. Ross, I love you!😍I love how she plays both TS3 and TS4 and adds storytelling too!
@berrysweetboutique read the TS3 story Splash of Color! Iconic, sweet, funny, it has it all, and she even retold the story in Sims 4 as well! I remember reading this story years ago and it definitely inspired my own storytelling skills.
Today is my simblr's 2nd birthday and I couldn't be happier to be on simblr. Everyone is so sweet, talented, and welcoming to newer/smaller blogs like mine and I've already made a few friends! I hope to find many more amazing gameplays in the next year. Thank you all for making simblr a fun place and Happy Holidays!â„đŸ„°
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halliescomut · 6 months
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My Personal Weatherman Ep 7- No Subs watch
Again a reminder, this is me reacting to the new episode of MPW that I get from an internet friend-y, but unfortunately (for me) they speak Japanese, but I do not, and the link they send has no subtitles, so I have no idea what anyone is saying. In fairness...I have been watching Japanese series for about 2 decades, so I can pick up on a couple words/phrases, but mostly my goal is to observe body language to kind of guess what the story is. It's a fun, silly little game. There may be moderate spoilers about sequences, though I try to keep things vague, and of course no dialogue spoilers. Let's go!
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-Oooh! An on location segment for the weather. How exciting! (ALso I swear it looks like the location is just outside of Man-san's apartment building, and that's why they had the camera framed so close in.) And Yoh still watching Mizuki so closely.
-Oh, we have ARCs...is this actually a few weeks later, or is the BL manga publishing industry able to do a two day turn around?
-Man-san sounds very encouraging, at least.
-That is a clearly depressed and defeated Segasaki. Poor guy. Has still no one explained that Man-san's husband isn't after Yoh?? Really?
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-Why is Yoh always so goddamn suspicious??? My god dude.
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-I will say also, I don't love Mizuki's tone here, but I think that's me relating a bit too much to Yoh (since we're both on the same side of a D/s dynamic). I know I would be really upset to hear that distance in in Mizuki's voice if I were Yoh.
-Now we're getting the flashbacks from Mizuki's POV....interesting. I can't wait to know what he was thinking when he saw Yoh. His face is so precious.
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-^^Literally all I could hear in my head at this scene: "Hands touch, eyes meet/Sudden silence, sudden heat/Hearts leap in a giddy whirl"
-Segasaki's college friends feel very much like friends of convenience. Like when you become best friends with a kid when you're 7, but it's mostly because you live in the same neighborhood.
-Aww, now we have Yoh in a cozy sweater.
-It is so sub of Yoh to just hand over his sketchbook without question, completely forgetting all of the portraits of Segasaki in there...and I REALLY wanna translate what Segasaki's response was, but I will wait.
-IDK what Segasaki is saying exactly, but I'd bet real folding money that's something pretty close to 'no matter what I couldn't stop thinking about him"
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-The way Yoh came and grabbed him...what's going on??
-Aww, sick baby Mizuki. So cute. And the costuming makes them a matching set with their beige and blue. That's so cute.
-I just spent the last scene going like this, so....
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-But now we have THE CURRY!!! The curry that made Segasaki finish falling in love with Yoh. I don't feel like curry is supposed to be that crunchy...but I could be wrong.
-His face, I'm dying.. And the little bonk on the head. Oh, if I wasn't already head over heels for these two dinguses, this would have been the last straw for me as well.
-Mizuki's love for petting Yoh is so fucking CUTE!!!!
-Yoh's smile as he draws Segasaki- so PRECIOUS!!!! (Sorry I keep yellling.)
-Poor Mizuki's face. đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș He really thought for a minute that Yoh left again.
-Dripping wet rain kiss!! We love it!!!
-Ooh...ooh....OOH!!!! God I really wanna translate Mizuki's little speech here, but I'm pretty sure the gist was 'you're mine, and I'm not letting you get away again". đŸ„”â˜șïžđŸ˜đŸ„°
This was an excellent episode. I mean the whole series has been, but this just....so good. I can't wait to understand more than 27% of it.
Finale next week (Booo!!!😠) but I will be happy to be able to watch the complete story over and over into forever. That'll be nice. Honestly this is the first BL I've every considered getting a physical copy of it's so good.
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Puppy Kisses
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Summary: Penelope had a hard day, so she goes to Roxy (and Luke) to make it better.
Request: Penelope is having a bad day so she goes over to Luke's for puppy kisses and ends up getting Luke kisses as well - @darcyfangirlsfrequently A/N: This is my first Garvez request! I'm trying to branch out into other characters to supplement the Spencer đŸ„° I hope you enjoy! Couple: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez Category: Comfort Content Warning: Crying, kissing, cuddling Word Count: 1.5k
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Penelope Garcia was many things, but she was nothing if not unpredictable. From her quick, clever quips and her ever-changing closet of brightly colored skirts and shoes, one could never really know which version of Penelope they would get each day.
Luke knew that better than anyone. In fact, it was one of the many reasons he loved her.
As he walked into his apartment, he realized that she’d given him the first surprise of an unexpected visit. He’d known before he’d even seen her heels perched perfectly on his shoe rack because the first thing that he’d seen was Roxy’s cage, wide open and with one dog less.
Luke smiled because that was the natural reaction to her presence.  But that day, he would come to realize that the bright woman he loved would not keep up with the idealistic image of her.
He had only just turned the corner of his room with his own silly little greeting to give before he’d realized the state of his two favorite girls. Penelope was curled up under so many covers that he almost couldn’t make out her outline. Her face was buried into Roxy’s thick coat, but he could still see half of her pouted, downturned lips. From that glimpse of her, he could tell that she had stripped off the decadent paint from her cheeks.
It was there, in the quiet display of vulnerability, that Luke found her the most heartbreaking kind of beautiful.
Penelope had been through enough to break anyone; he thought nothing less of her on the days where she was more raincloud than rainbow. He simply looked at those days as a challenge to find a new way to love her harder.
He knew that she was aware of his existence, even though Penelope didn’t turn to greet him. Even when Roxy’s tail started beating hard against the blankets, she just clutched tighter to the gentle giant beside her. Soon, there would be two.
Luke didn’t try to pressure the woman in his bed to perform for him. Instead, his hand ghosted over her shoulder to test the waters. They were still as warm and inviting as ever.
“Hey, you,” he whispered.
“Hey yourself,” she sniffled back.
She would steadfastly hide her tears until he sat on the bed beside her. She did turn ever so slightly, though, peeking up at him from below the blankets. From there, he felt free to run two fingers across her cheek. He caught a couple errant tears before they could weigh her down anymore. He gently pulled loose, damp hair from her cheeks until he had an unobstructed view of at least half her face.
Penelope rewarded his efforts by turning onto her back. She kept the covers up to her nose, but any part of her would always be enough for him.
“There’s my favorite face,” he said with a smile. “Or at least part of it.”
She tried to return her own as she lowered the blankets a little bit further. Although her lips were lopsided and trembling, Luke loved it all the same.
“Here she is!” Penelope sighed.
His hand continued to lovingly stroke golden curls. His mind conjured up jokes about Goldilocks and her quest to find true happiness in another’s home.
Luke knew he couldn’t fix everything—and he was positive he would make a terrible bowl of porridge—but he was willing to try his hardest to make her smile.
But first, he needed to know what was weighing down pretty pink lips.
“What’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked.
Penelope sighed again. This time, she turned to rest her cheek against his palm. He held her up with an overwhelming fondness.
Immediately, she felt the burden beginning to lift enough to speak.
“You know
 everything,” she muttered.
“Everything?” he replied with a feigned surprise and a scoff. “Well, that’s just unacceptable.”
“It is!” she squeaked. At the same time, she threw her hands down in protest.
Luke glanced down at the implicit invitation to join her. He didn’t take it just yet. He did scoot closer, though.
“It is so unacceptable, in fact, that I think you should do something to change it,” Penelope suggested kindly. She then issued a less patient order of, “
 Now. Please.”
A smile crept over Luke’s face.
“How can I do that?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
Penelope rolled her eyes at the false modesty.
“Uh? I am right here. In your bed.”
Luke stayed stubborn.
“What am I supposed to do with that?”
“Ugh!” she groaned. She crossed her arms over her chest and started to turn away again.
A delighted Roxy sat up at the hint of more affection. Normally, Luke would be happy to let the two spoil each other.
But he wasn’t done with his fun just yet.
That time when he touched her, Luke’s hand insisted that she stay where she was.
“What? Am I supposed to
 do this?”
The last two words tumbled quickly from his lips just before he pressed them to her cheek. The action caused her to make the sweetest little giggle, so he continued.
“Or this?” he asked before kissing her forehead.
Penelope’s nose crinkled with laughter. She squirmed beneath the blankets enough that Roxy jumped to her feet on the bed.
In that chaos, Luke’s heart soared. He kissed all over her face and neck until she threw her arms around his shoulders and pleaded with him for mercy.
“It tickles!” she squealed.
“Does that mean I got it right?”
Penelope, now smiling and radiating joy instead of sadness, still shook her head.
Her golden retriever of a boyfriend dropped his head back in defeat.
“Really? That wasn’t it?” he sighed.
“Nope,” she giggled.
“You’re gonna have to help me out, here,” he begged, “Because I am clueless.”
Having decided that he’d tried hard enough, Penelope gave him all the help he’d ever need. Soft hands held his face with a tenderness rivaled only by the kiss that followed.
She tasted like taffy; sticky, sweetened saltwater that lingered. At first, he was happily powerless to her. He let her set the pace and intensity. But after a couple quick, chaste kisses, he was hungry for me. He craved her like freshwater after a month at sea.
Luke climbed atop her without hesitation. She offered nothing resembling a protest. If anything, she ushered him closer.
Things began escalating the same way they always did. He never could say no to her.
Roxy, however, had a few objections. They came in the form of wet kisses to the side of her father’s face.
Luke groaned with an amused distaste.
“Smooth, Roxy,” he laughed.
To his joy, so did Penelope.
“I think she’s jealous,” she whispered.
Right on cue, Roxy nudged her way between the two bodies. She plopped her head down on Penelope’s chest with a huff.
Luke understood. It was his favorite place to nap, too.
“Yeah? She should be jealous,” he whispered back, “She’s been dethroned.”
The softness with which he spoke still wasn’t hidden enough for Penelope. She gasped and gently cupped her hands over half of Roxy’s ears.
The pup remained at peace.
“Don’t say that in front of her!” she scolded.
“It’s true,” Luke persisted. Then, with a wave of his hand, he explained, “Besides, it looks like I’ve also been dethroned in her list of favorites.”
Penelope tried her hardest to remain serious, but she couldn’t help but snicker as she said, “Well, you can’t blame her for that. I’m delightful.”
“Yes, you are,” he agreed enthusiastically. He thought he ought to get on her good side before he worked up the courage to ask, “So
 can I join in this pile of cuddles?”
His queen pondered the request with narrowed eyes and an adorable pout.
“Hm. I suppose you’ve done enough to justify a third of the bed,” she ruled.
“I’m honored,” he beamed with a knightly nod.
Luke wasted no more time without her. When she pulled the blankets down for him, he shimmied under and wrapped himself around her. He pulled her as close as he could without risking her discomfort. He offered shelter from the monsters, whether they be literal or figurative.
With soft hands and strong arms, he cherished her without ever trying to take away any part of the moment. He just listened to the sniffles that stuck around long after the tears had left.
He didn’t try to fix her. She was already perfect, exactly as she was.
Penelope felt the love radiating from him and returned it all the same. She hummed happily. So happy that Luke couldn’t help but try to hold her tighter. He nuzzled his face against her neck and savored the quiet moments at home with his favorite girls in the world.
He gave her a couple more lazy kisses, with lips lingering against her jaw.
“So, how did I do?” he asked as he started to doze off. “Did I make the everything a little less terrible?”
“Yes, you did,” that beautiful, stubborn woman conceded. “In fact, you made it perfect.”
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mayloma · 2 years
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The light side of the night - part 1
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Pairing: Walter Marshall x Female Reader
Summary: You just moved to a new city to start a new job. At a party, you meet Detective Walter Marshall without knowing he's your future colleague.
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Word count: ca. 3.1k
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, fluff, hinted oral sex if you squint, mentions of alcohol, mentions of homicide (no details). The following parts will require more warnings. Just getting started! 😉
A/N: This story is about a new beginning and how you can get in your own way sometimes. It's also a story about arriving and two people finding each other.
As far as I can tell right now, it will be an angsty-smutty-fluffy ride and I'd be thrilled if you joined me! đŸ„°Â Â 
Not beta’d, and English is not my native language, so you’d better be prepared for mistakes. Thank you so much for reading!! 💕 Feedback means the world to me, and I’d love to hear what you think! 
Dividers: by @firefly-graphics
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A content sigh leaves your lips when you put four books on the shelf. Almost there! Your gaze roams the living room as you disassemble the last moving box. Finally, countless boxes are unpacked, your stuff neatly stowed away in the closets and shelves of your new apartment, except for two boxes with winter clothes you won’t need for the next months. 
You arrived here three days ago to start over. Again. One might assume you’re used to new beginnings because moving from one city to another was a part of your childhood since... Since that day.
For each beginning bears a special magic that nurtures living and bestows protection. You can still hear your mother’s voice, reciting Hermann Hesse every time you had to move again. There’s some truth in those words, for sure. But in your case, every beginning also meant leaving beloved people behind and meeting new neighbors, colleagues, and other people you may stumble across. And you’ll probably never get used to either. You’re not terribly shy around new people, you never were, but making friends as an adult seems much harder than making friends as a kid. Not to speak about maintaining friendships across thousands of miles and different timezones.
You’re all the more thankful you’re not completely alone here. A smile spreads across your face as you look at one of the numerous picture frames on the wall. One photo shows Mike and you at your college graduation ceremony, arm in arm, grinning proudly. The next picture was taken only seconds after the first one; your faces contorted in goofy grimaces. You met him on the first orientation day, and you became friends almost right away. After completing your paralegal studies, both of you became law enforcement transcriptionists. You spent the next decade working for different transcription companies as you moved from one place to another with your family. Mike moved to this city right after college to start working for the homicide division of the local police department, and he has been here ever since. 
When you talked to him on the phone three months ago, you mentioned you desperately needed a change. A change from the city you lived in back then. A change from living with your family. Of course, you love your mother and your siblings to death, and you'll gladly support them anytime, but living with them seemed to suffocate you more and more. Long story short, Mike had put in a good word for you with his boss, and you will be colleagues in two days. You’re hired to transcribe interrogations and witness statements, mostly recordings, sometimes live.  
The thought about Monday makes your stomach feel like it’s in a knot. It’s not that you’re excessively worried about your skills. You know, you're both qualified and experienced and you have dealt with several homicide cases before. Yet, this will be the first job where every case will be a homicide. Every case will have a victim and a murderer who are someone's child, maybe someone's parent, sibling, friend, spouse or lover. You will listen to those people telling their version about the end of the victim’s life, and you will write their stories down. You already know some of these cases will haunt you and keep you awake at night. 
But one step after another. You shake your head, smiling when you realize this is also something your mother says quite a lot. And more often than you'd like, she's right.
You look at your phone, muttering a curse when you see how late it is. Mike and his fiancée Sarah invited you to their backyard bbq tonight to relax a bit and get you among people. You still have 30 minutes until your uber will arrive, enough time for a quick shower. You make your way to the small bathroom to wash away the sweat and dirt of unpacking boxes in an overheated apartment for the whole day. And it's only spring. Summer will probably be a nightmare here, like living in a sauna. You console yourself with the thought of air-conditioned offices because this is where you'll spend most of your day. 
After your shower, you stand in front of your closet, contemplating what to wear. Spontaneously, you pull out a cute summer dress - because why the hell not - and a warm cardigan to wear later. A little makeup, pretty sandals, your favorite earrings, and you’re ready to go. You grab your handbag and a bottle of wine before you sprint down the stairs from the 5th floor since the elevator seems to be broken again, making it to your uber just in time. 
“You’re lucky,” the driver mutters, studying you in the rearview mirror. “Usually, I don’t wait that long here. This area is a real shithole.”
“I know,” you sigh. But the rent is cheap, you add in your thoughts. “Thanks for waiting anyway.” 
The rest of the ride to your friends’ house is quiet as you look out the window, watching skyscrapers and apartment blocks fly by, making room for green spaces and single-family houses. 
Mike’s and Sarah’s house looks like most people’s dream: located in the suburbs, country house style both on the outside and the inside, and a huge backyard with a pool. 
You make your way to the backyard, where Mike greets you with a big hug, making you immediately feel welcome. As soon as he lets go of you, Sarah pulls you into her arms.
“Y/N, you made it," she squeals. "You look so lovely in that dress! Let’s sit down, you must be exhausted from unpacking boxes."
You smile as you let her usher you to a group of chairs, chattering non-stop. 
"And that wine looks so good, thank you so much! Mike, honey, could you bring us a corkscrew and two glasses, please?"
"Yes, ma'am," he grins, bending down to press a sweet kiss on her lips and sending you a wink before he makes his way to the house.
For as long as you’ve known him, Mike has always been a warm-hearted guy who took all sorts of strays under his wing. You haven’t known Sarah for long, but she seems to be just the same kind of person. And there's no denying that you - new in town, painfully single, without family or other friends here - are their latest stray.
There could be worse, you think to yourself as your gaze wanders across the backyard. Tables and chairs are arranged in several groups, beautifully decorated with lanterns and pots with fresh herbs, more lanterns hanging in two walnut trees - a scenery predestined to be photographed for one of those fancy home and garden magazines. Of course, the grill is huge, and there’s enough food to feed an entire army. And they have invited a whole crowd of people indeed - a mixture of families, couples, and singles; mostly friends, neighbors, and a few colleagues as you learn during the evening. You spend most of the time getting to know everyone, shaking hands and doing Smalltalk, occasionally stuffing your face with the best chicken breast and cobb salad you’ve had in a long time. When it got dark, and a bit chilly, Mike lits a bonfire, and everyone gathers around the fire pit to roast some s’mores and warm up by the fire.
At some point, you excuse yourself for a bathroom break. You try to memorize the woman you sat next to by the bonfire as you make your way to the house: Her name is Jen, she’s in her 60s, and she and her husband live in the same street as Mike and Sarah. She has been very friendly and easy to talk to, and the best is, she’s the assistant of your future boss, so you’ll see her again at work. 
On your way back out, you hold on to the banister as you carefully walk down the steps of the back porch. In the backyard, you stop for a moment to let your eyes adjust to the darkness.
You tilt your head back to look at the starry sky, and at this very moment, someone comes around the corner of the hedge with quick steps, crashing right against you. The collision pushes the air out of your lungs, making you huff in shock as you fall forward. You extend your hands, trying to break your fall, but it’s too late. Pebbles crunch as you land hard on your knee, piercing and scratching your skin. 
“Oh shit, sorry, I didn't see you,” a hoarse voice gasps out. 
A broad figure crouches down beside you, and you recognize him immediately. Tall, dark unruly curls, scruffy beard, rugged yet handsome appearance. He arrived a bit later than you, alone. Another stray, you thought immediately. His handshake was pleasantly firm as you introduced yourself to him, exchanging only a few words. Also later, when everyone sat around the bonfire, he didn’t say much. Maybe he’s a quiet person in general, but you also noticed how tired he looked, dark circles under his eyes, even visible in the soft light of the fire. Your gazes met a couple of times across the flames, making the corners of your mouths turn up into small smiles. Walter. That’s his name. 
"Are you okay?" he asks, concerned.  
"Yeah, I'm okay," you mumble, a bit embarrassed, although he’s the one who knocked you down. Yet you feel your cheeks grow hot, and you're thankful for the darkness that surrounds you. He carefully helps you stand up, one hand on your elbow, the other one on your hip, loosening his grip as soon as you're back on your feet. 
A sharp pain shoots to your knee when you tentatively shift your weight on your leg, making you hiss. 
"I don't think you’re okay,” he states, grabbing your elbow to support you again. “Are you hurt?" 
“It’s just my knee,” you murmur through gritted teeth. 
“Let’s go inside, so I can have a look at it in the light.” 
“It’s okay. I think I’ll live,” you try to appease him. 
“Just to make sure you don’t bleed to death here. Please?” His face is cast in the shadow, but you can hear the smile in his voice.   
Running out of arguments, you let him guide you to the house. Now and then, he puts his hand on the small of your back, actually so slightly it’s barely noticeable. Yet something about him draws you in, making you overly aware of his every move, letting your skin tingle at every little touch.  
He opens the door for you, gesturing for you to enter first. A gentleman, you think to yourself, sending him a surprised smile as you walk past him. 
In the bathroom, he helps you sit down on the edge of the bathtub. Your eyes follow him as he casually opens doors and drawers, gathering several things to treat your wound. 
He seems to take up the whole room, reminding you of a rugby player with his broad back and shoulders, and tree trunk legs. The sleeves of his hoodie are pushed up to his elbows, granting you a look at his thick forearms. And you can’t help but look at his equally thick and tight ass when he bends down to get a towel from a closet. 
Before you know it, he has already straightened up and turned around, catching you subconsciously biting your bottom lip as you check him out. A smirk spreads across his face while a flush of blood rushes to your cheeks, making you lower your gaze in shame. 
He turns towards the sink to wash his hands, but this time you keep your eyes from wandering as you focus on breathing evenly, attempting to drive away the heat in your cheeks. 
“Damn,” he murmurs as he crouches down in front of you, taking a closer look at your knee. That’s when you remember why you sit here. You turn your gaze to your knee as well, realizing you scraped it pretty badly, dirt and gravel sticking to the wound, a trail from dried blood running along your shin. The view brings back the stinging pain you had somehow forgotten about, making you wrinkle your nose. 
“I need to clean the wound first. Can you turn around so I can rinse it?” he asks, wrinkling his nose likewise as if he too felt the pain. 
After a bit of shuffling, you sit astride the edge of the bathtub, one foot on the floor, the other one supported on the opposite edge.
Walter grabs the shower head and starts to rinse your wound. Normally, the cold water would have given you goosebumps, but now it feels like a futile attempt to cool down your overheated body. Of course, the fact that he's so fucking close isn’t exactly helpful. You feel the heat radiating off his body as his arm and shoulders repeatedly press against you, and his scent invades your senses - a hint of smoke from the bonfire, mixed with a whiff of his cologne and something irresistible. Him.
When the wound is clean, he wets a washcloth to gently wash dried blood and dirt off your leg. Then, he pats your knee dry before carefully applying a thin layer of antibiotic cream. 
His head is bent over your knee, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. Meanwhile, you admire the tangle of unruly curls on his head, wondering what his hair would feel like if you buried your hand in it as he buried his head between your legs
 For fucks sake, Y/N, keep it together, you scold yourself and your raging hormones.  
“Is that better?” You almost jump when you hear his voice. 
“Yeah, it almost doesn’t hurt anymore. You do that often, huh?” you manage to reply.  
“Something like that,” he smiles as he bandages your knee, his eyes repeatedly flicking between your knee and your face. And what a pair of eyes he has! Blue like the sea on a sunny day with a patch of brown in his left eye, as you notice now.  
“There we go,” he murmurs as he secures the end of the bandage. 
“Well, thanks for doctoring me,” you answer, tentatively bending and straightening your leg. 
“It’s the least I could do after knocking you down, right?” 
For a moment, you just smile at each other. You expect him to stand up, but he stays crouched down in front of you, still so damn close. Your smiles slowly fade as you lock eyes with each other, and the air suddenly feels thick to breathe. His gaze wanders to your lips, and then, he slowly leans closer. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears as his lips brush yours, planting a gentle kiss on your mouth. He pulls back just a tiny bit, his hot breath fanning your face as he looks at you inquiringly, carefully watching your reaction. You almost startle yourself when you lean forward, longingly pressing your lips on his. After a few seconds, a part of your brain reminds you that you don't know him at all, that you probably shouldn’t kiss a stranger, and the thought makes you pull back slightly. Again, you stare at each other, mesmerized, your faces only inches apart as none of you makes a move to withdraw further. Then, you lean in at the same time and that's when your mind goes blank. You let your eyes flutter shut as your mouths melt into each other, unable to stop the sigh falling from your lips when he touches your neck, running his thumb along your jaw. You have no idea for how long you’ve been sitting here on the edge of the bathtub, kissing this beautiful stranger, losing yourself in the sensation of his soft lips and his warm hands on your skin.
The sudden sound of steps in the hallway makes you startle apart. Walter hastily stands up while your eyes remain glued to each other, blinking as if you just woke up. Seconds later, Jen appears in the doorway.   
“Walter? Ah, here you are! And Y/N, too! Walter, I thought you were already gone, but then I saw your car. Any chance you could give me a lift? My feet hurt like hell. Those damn shoes
 Oh boy, what happened here?” she asks, a bit concerned, gesturing at the bandages and towels which are scattered on the floor. 
“I was on my way out, but Y/N needed some first aid,” he answers, seemingly nonchalantly skipping the reason why you needed first aid after all. 
“Aw, my poor girl! What happened?” 
“I stumbled and fell. Clumsy me,” you shrug, your mouth curving into a smile as you send him an amused look, watching in delight as his ears turn red. Cute!
“Of course, I can give you a lift,” Walter hastens to answer Jen without giving her time to answer you, earning another amused look from both of you.  
“Thank you so much, dear!” Jen chirps without pressing him further. “Let’s go then. I need to get my beauty sleep before the weekend is over.” 
Walter nods, but instead of leaving, he starts to gather bandages and other first-aid utils from the floor.
“It’s okay. I can take care of that,” you offer.   
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” Jen asks. 
 “Of course," you reassure them, smiling. "It’s fine, really."
“Leave the wound covered for 24 hours and change the bandage daily, okay?” Walter instructs you, all businesslike. 
“Okay. Bye Walter. And thanks again." 
"Bye, Y/N." He replies as he walks to the door, his expression what can only be described as a poker face. Just before he leaves the room, you see a tiny, conspiratorial smile tugging at his lips and it's enough to give you butterflies in your stomach.
Before you know it, Jen pulls you into a big hug. “Bye, sweetheart! And take care, okay? I’m really looking forward to seeing you on Monday." 
“Thank you, Jen. I’m really looking forward to working with you,” you reply genuinely, hugging her back. From the corner of your eye, you see Walter stopping abruptly in the hallway. 
“Working with you?” you hear him ask her, irritated, as they walk towards the front door.
“Jesus Christ,” you hear Jen sigh, feigning desperation. “Have you been living under a rock lately, Detective? Y/N is the new transcriptionist who starts on Monday.”
Detective... Wait, what?
You can’t hear his answer, but you see him looking over his shoulder, briefly meeting your gaze with the same level of confusion that you feel, before he follows Jen outside. 
When the door closes behind them, you take a deep breath. 
You slowly shake your head as you wash your hands, scrubbing traces of dirt and blood off your fingers.
You didn't talk about your jobs earlier, but what you just heard can only mean one thing: You haven't met one, but two future colleagues tonight. And you kissed him. And damn, what a kiss it was! 
You press your cool hands against your hot cheeks as you look at your reflection in the mirror, watching an incredulous smile creeping across your face. 
And you will see him again. On Monday. 
Maybe
 Maybe this beginning really bears a special magic. 
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mayhem24-7forever · 2 years
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Hiya! A drabble request for you: fluffy and soft Jake who's about to find out that he's gonna be dad!Jake! The dream, really. Thank you, thank you! đŸ„°
here you go my darling! i hope you like it!
Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin never really saw himself as the fathering type, in fact he’d never seen himself as the marrying type either. He’d always thought he’d be an eternal bachelor with a new girl every week, the kind of guy that never settled down, never fell in love. Just the thought of buying an overpriced sparkly rock and getting down on one knee to ask someone to be his ball and chain for life was enough to make him avoid dating all together, preferring just hooking-up. That was of course until he met Y/N. 
From the moment they met, Jake knew he was going to marry Y/N and somehow that thought didn’t scare him. He wasn’t afraid to buy the ring, not when he thought about her wearing it and showing everyone that she was his. Phoenix found out that she had the same size ring finger as Y/N so he took her to the jeweler with him to make sure that he not only got a ring that would fit, but was also something she’d actually like (because truth be told, Jake really couldn’t tell most of the rings apart, they all “just looked like rings” to him). He asked Bob, the team’s resident romantic, to help him prepare the perfect proposal. Coyote couldn’t wait to give the best man speech at the wedding so he could tell everyone about the time he walked into the locker rooms to see Jake on one knee practicing his proposal speech to Bob, who was wearing a towel on his head as a pretend wig. 
Jake proposed and she said yes and less than a year later he was watching her walk down the aisle in a gorgeous gown, Jake trying (and failing) not to cry. He ended up getting tears on the notecard of his vows, smearing the ink to be illegible although the day was saved when half the wedding party including Rooster stepped forwards to hand him copies they had made just in case. Fanboy had taught Jake how to dance so he could surprise his new wife with their first dance, which she had planned to be just swaying to the beat since Jake had two left feet. Everyone had a fantastic time at the reception, even Payback, who was somehow still a little hungover from the incredibly wild bachelor party two nights before. 
After a picture perfect honeymoon, Jake and Y/N fell into the comfortable rhythm of married life easily, as naturally as couples who had been together for decades. With regular date nights, spontaneous slow dancing in the kitchen, and a more than healthy sex life, Jake wondered how he had ever survived before being married to her. They weren’t specifically trying for kids but they weren’t specifically trying to prevent it either. They had a bit of a pregnancy scare when her period was late and she’d been feeling nauseous but after taking five different pregnancy tests and sitting on the bathroom floor half-panicking about the possibility of being parents, they received five negative results. That night when they were laying in bed she was tossing and turning, unable to sleep when Jake hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her against back flush against his chest.
“What’s wrong baby? Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice raspy with sleep in her ear.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” she said, beginning to feel embarrassed and upset at having interrupted his sleep. 
“I really don’t mind, I just want you to be able to relax and get some sleep.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. “Just tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
“It’s stupid, really
” she said quietly. “I just
 I can’t stop thinking about if the tests had come back positive instead. I know we’re not ready but
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“But you were a little disappointed when they were negative.” he finished for her and she turned around in his arms to look at him.
“How did you-” she began but he cut her off.
“Because I know you.” he answered. “And because it’s how I felt too.”
“You
 you did?” she asked.
“I was terrified that they were going to be positive, that we’d only have nine months to figure out how to be parents and that I just wouldn’t be able to be a good father.” Jake explained. “But then when they came back negative, I thought I’d be relieved but I just felt disappointed, like just thinking about having a kid with you had gotten my hopes up even if I was worried.”
“Jake
 is it crazy that I think we should start trying?” she asked, gazing into his green eyes nervously.
“If it is, then I’m crazy too.” he replied with a grin and she couldn’t help but smile. 
“Are we really doing this?” she asked.
“Yes. And there’s no time like the present to start!” he noted as he maneuvered to pin her between him and the mattress.
Starting that night, they spent the next few months doing everything they could to try and improve their chances. Everything from vitamin supplements to tracking her ovulation to even putting a pillow under her ass to raise her hips up after sex and keep his cum inside. Through it all, they made sure that it never felt like a chore or a boring routine, taking care to keep things romantic and spontaneous. A few months after they began trying, Jake returned from work to find his wife pacing in the living room nervously, immediately dropping his bag and rushing over to her, still in his dirty and sweaty flight suit.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked frantically, putting his hands on her shoulders and gazing into her eyes anxiously.
She took a deep breath and picked up a box on the couch and handed it to him as his brows furrowed in confusion and concern.
“Baby, what-” he began but she cut him off.
“Just open it, Jake.” she said with an excited edge to her nervous voice, a tentative smile on her face.
Jake tore it open to find a folded up piece of clothing, holding it up to reveal a small baby onesie with little cartoon airplanes on it. He froze as his mind processed the sight and the realization of what it meant, blinking rapidly.
“I- Are you serious, baby?” he asked breathlessly, placing the onesie on the couch and taking her hands.
“I had a feeling so I went to the doctor this morning and she confirmed it.” she told him and a smile grew on his face with every word, his eyes tearing up. “I’m pregnant, baby.”
“Oh my god! We’re gonna be parents!” he exclaimed, pulling her into a hug and swinging her around happily. “I’m gonna be a dad!”
She laughed happy and Jake suddenly put her down, a terrified expression on his face.
“I shouldn’t have done that! Did I hurt the baby?” he asked frantically, his eyes and hands frantically searching her body for any signs of injury. 
“Jake, it’s alright!” she assured him with a laugh, amused at his panic that he had somehow hurt her with a hug as she put her hands on his cheeks to make him look at her. “You didn’t hurt the baby!
“Are you sure?” he asked nervously and she nodded.
“You’d better not freak out like this every time you touch me for the next nine months.” she laughed.
“God, I love you, Mrs. Seresin.” he said.
“I love you too, Mr. Sersin.” she replied before leaning forwards to kiss him, feeling a happy tear on Jake’s cheek as he grinned against her mouth and returned the kiss.
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melis-writes · 11 months
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In my opinion, Al's portrayal of michael corleone is good, but I can't take him seriously in some parts of the first 2 movies, because al (for me) just stares and speaks, like he's staring like this : 😐, without any emotion, idk if that's supposed to be part of Michael's character or that's al just staring, and that annoys me, I never ever liked michael in the movies and ofc I'm not gonna like him in the book, the only time i like michael is when you're writing him, I hate michael and the things he did, i only find him hot because that's al pacino, because who wouldn't like him?, I find his portrayal of michael is pt 3 is better, because he finally shows emotion (or maybe that's what I think he did), i always liked his late 80s - 90's movies more, because he (again) shows emotion, when he's sad, you see it, when he's angry you see it, when he's happy, he smiles with all his heart, the only 70's movies I liked were panic in needle park, dog day afternoon and and justice for all, didn't like the rest because he's just staring, he deserved the oscar for his acting in scent of a woman, but I'm not sure about his acting in the godfather movies.
What makes me sad, is the al pacino Fandom are stuck in his 70's movies, if you realized
I never hear anyone talk about his recent movies except the irishman, movies like Danny collins, Hangman, Marchant of Venice and two for the money deserve more attention, I do hear people talk about the 80s movies, but it's just scarface, i do hear people talk about his 90's movies but they're just heat and Tgf pt3
I do love Al's 70's movies, but they're a bit overrated now
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The silent, emotional stares and sitting is 100% in Godfather 2 Michael Corleone's personality, sorry to say. 😂😅 The only other time I saw Michael like that in the first film was during Vito's funeral and well, you kinda have to sit there and stare during a funeral but my man was showing zero emotions despite his father having just died. đŸ˜¶
It's because Michael's become such a hardened man with little to no humanity left in him. His own choices and actions have torn apart his family and essentially left him soulless in return. He took things too far, he seemed to have no intention of making the Corleone family completely legitimate after seven years (and has the audacity to say "just when I thought I was out..." uhhh, no. You liked being in!) and of course, the final nail on the coffin was finding out Fredo was the traitor. You can't really blame Michael in a way because of everything he's been through (survived an assassination and brother was the reason why he and his wife almost died, Kay got an abortion, growing more distant from Tom whom he only trusts, his mother died). 😱
If you didn't like film Michael though, trust me, you'd love book Michael! đŸ˜‚â€ Book Michael laughs and smiles a lot, even cracks jokes and is a lot more emotional. He definitely doesn't sit there quietly and emotionless--he's extremely different from film Michael which baffled me when I read the book. He's actually a sweetheart if you ask me, and more family oriented. 💕
I don't think being stuck in Al's 70's filmography is a bad thing! Al made so many amazing films back to back in the 70s! It was his era! That was his decade!! ❀❀❀ He also didn't make a film for every single year in the 80s either, so we didn't have any films from him in 1984, 1986, 1987 or 1988! I think because Al is so phenomenally talented at playing action packed characters and gangster films, that a lot of us prefer and love his films in that genre. That's also why I think Heat and Carlito's Way are really loved too. That's not to say Al hasn't made other good films, he has! I for one love, love, love, The Panic in Needle Park, Scarecrow, ...And Justice for All and Bobby Deerfield too. đŸ„°
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ialpiriel · 3 months
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😄&đŸ„° for the gladiator, 🌳, 🔹, 🙂&đŸ˜± for both cursor and eques
The Gladiator:
😄: How can you tell when they're really happy? What sorts of things make them happy? How often do they smile?
I think she’s pretty normal to tell if she’s happy or not! She likes security, and likes, like
silly little gestures of affection. Nothing better than your girlfriend bringing you dinner in your house with a door that locks from the inside. Sometimes your life has been varying degrees of Bad for two decades and maybe you should get some higher standards. But also she's so conveniently easy to please.
đŸ„°: Who do they currently consider to be their best friend and why? Has their best friend changed over time?
It’s Marta by the end of UWTS, for sure, but Conway has also had his turn during the gladiator years, and before the dead year/being sold it was DEFINITELY Paul. They’re less than a year apart in age. Partners in crime. Inseparable until it turns out Boys And Girls Are Different And So You Will Have Different Chores And Responsibilities And Also It’s Weird That You’re Best Friends.
Cursor & Eques:
🌳: What physical traits did they inherit from their biological parents? Do they look more like one parent than the other?
Oh I have a piece of art about this! I needed something to do in class a couple months ago. Pardon these pictures, i don't have a scanner and I'm too lazy to do tone corrections.
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For Eques: she has the same head shape, including double chin, as her mom, same eyes and ears, and the dimples. She has her dad's eyebrows and nose.
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For Cursor: her head, hairline, eyelids, and nose are the same as her dad (fucking spitting image-ass kid). She has the same eye shape, chin, and ears as her mom tho. Also does her hair the same way, but that's, like, coincidental.
🔹: Do they have any practical skills they wouldn't consider a hobby? What sorts of skills and how/why did they learn them?
They’re both horse trainers by trade, coming from a very rural agricultural community in the middle of the country where most people have gone back to animal power unless you’re rich enough to either import or manufacture the amounts of fuel it takes to run industrial equipment all season (not most of them). Other than that, they’ve both done some gardening and a lot of Poor Hick DIY, being poor hicks who grew up in trailer homes. Cursor can also play the guitar a little bit, but she’s not that good, and Eques can cook, though she’s not exceptional at it.
🙂: What are three of their personality traits that others would generally consider positive?
Cursor: picks a course of action and sticks to it, calculating, selfless (though bitchy about it)
Eques: affectionate, plans for the future, maybe more patient than she should be with basically anybody’s horseshit
đŸ˜±: Do they have any irrational fears/phobias? How do they cope with them? Has a phobia ever impacted the game you play them in?
Eques has a reasonable fear of Cursor getting brain damaged/physically injured, but Cursor has an intense phobia of deep water, which is a plot point (also probably reasonable, tbh; she almost drowned when she was eight and Eques saved her ass, and she can't swim). Eques handles her anxiety by planning about it, and Cursor handles hers by Not Going In The Water.
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I'm the anon who asked for Owen Wilson film recs—thanks so much to you and all the anons who gave recommendations!! It took a while to find time to sit down for a film, but I watched the trailers for just about every recommendation in the meantime and ended up being won over by Bottle Rocket. Which I have now watched and rather adored. And based just on the performance, not knowing anything about the behind the scenes aside from that Owen and Wes Anderson wrote the script together, I feel no confusion over Wes responding with 'guess I've gotta make this guy my muse for the next decade or so'. I mean yes I couldn't adore him more as Mobius, but watching him in a completely different role does really help drive home that huh. yup. this guy sure can act
I mean I thought all the performances were great, but I'd be lying if I said my eyes weren't glued to Dignan every time he was on screen. An absolutely captivating performance and character. That silly little guy broke my heart in two. Just wants to be part of a team and has bright eyes and a warm heart and not a shred of emotional competence. Everyone likes him and there are a few who love him and he tears apart their lives or his every time he draws them into his orbit. And he made me SAD and I LOVE him.
Omg hi again anon, absolutely love that you've already found some time to journey into his filmography and you couldn't have chosen a better character to start with đŸ„°
In what seems like a running theme with Owen I'd say Bottle Rocket is probably the most underrated Wes movie (which I'll never understand because it's incredible!!) and would be my own top favorite if The Darjeeling Limited weren't so dear to me but even then it's a close call! So cool to hear your thoughts on Dignan mirror mine exactly, he's one of a kind and just utterly heartbreaking in the most amazing way that somehow you still want, almost need more of even though you know how the story will end every single time?? Which speaks to how the others can't help but keep coming back because I found myself thinking I'd do the same, lol.
Not to mention since it's Owen's first movie there really couldn't be a better contrast to Mobius because what I love about roles of his where he's clearly been involved from a writing perspective too is how his range shines?? For example there's so much of his own personal sense of humor in Dignan that's been carried through the rest of his films and is present in Mobius too, not to mention how they both radiate such bright, genuine energy every time they enter a room but then all other ways they carry themselves and interact right down to each various microexpression are naturally different and equally fascinating.
Thanks so much for the ask and for letting me know what you chose, really hope this is a sign you'll find even more characters of his to love waiting in your future!! 😍💕
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cto10121 · 1 year
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Twilight Meta Review—Chapter 13
In which the Meadow Scene happens, the most iconic and infamous love scene in Twilight (and let’s face it, in modern romantic fiction). The one that made the antis whine and bitch and moan because “vAMpires don’t spARKLe!!!1!!” And most unfortunately, the one scene done the most dirty by its film adaptation. Spoilers, encore
Chapter 13: Really, Right In Front of My Salad? x1000
He lay perfectly still in the glass, his shirt open over his sculpted, incandescent chest, his scintillating arms bare. His glistening, pale lavender lids were shut, though of course he didn’t sleep

Now and then, his lips would move, so fast it looked like they were trembling. But, when I asked, he told me he was singing to himself; it was too low for me to hear.
Book Edward: *lies in the grass enjoying the sun đŸ„°*
Movie Edward: *drags Bella, rips open shirt to expose to the sun, glittering only faintly* bELLA thIS is the SKIN of a K I L L E R
Hesitantly, always afraid, even now, that he would disappear like a mirage, too beautiful to be real
hesitantly, I reached out one finger and stroked the back of his shimmering hand, where it lay within my reach. I marveled again at the perfect texture, satin smooth, cool as stone. [
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I inched closer, stretched out my whole hand now to trace the contours of his forearm with my fingertips. I saw that my fingers trembled, and knew it wouldn’t escape his notice.
“Do you mind?” I asked, for he had closed his eyes again.
“No,” he said without opening his eyes. “You can’t imagine how that feels.” He sighed. (p. 261)
Normally me: Ugh, why all this fooling around? Just fuck already
Stephenie Meyer: *taking my hand gently* One half of a pair of lovers stroking their face and arms is superior
Me: *sobbing* One half of a pair of lovers stroking their face and arms is superior
“What are you afraid of, then?” he whispered intently.
But I couldn’t answer. As I had just that once before, I smelled his cool breath on my face. Sweet, delicious, the scent made my mouth water. It was unlike anything else. Instinctively, unthinkingly, I leaned closer, inhaling.
And he was gone, his hand ripped from mine.
Bloodlust as the actual cockblock. The fuck, Meyer. How did you come up with this shit? This good shit, I mean?
“I’m the world’s best predator, aren’t I? Everything about me invites you in—my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I need any of that!” Unexpectedly, he was on his feet, bounding away, instantly out of sight, only to appear beneath the same tree as before, having circled the meadow in half a second.
“As if you could outrun me,” he laughed bitterly.
He reached up with one hand and, with a deafening crack, effortlessly ripped a two-foot-thick branch from the trunk of the spruce. He balanced it in that hand for a moment, and then threw it with blinding speed, shattering it against another huge tree, which shook and trembled at the blow.
And he was in front of me again, standing two feet away, still as a stone.
“As if you could fight me off,” he said gently. (p. 264)
“Really, in front of my salad?” (Reprise, Triumph March, andante with Latin chorus).
But another quick word on the Twilight vampires. So despite the antis’ decades-long whinging over how awful and wimpy they are, it’s clear even at this early stage really
violent they are and can be. Sometimes even more so than regular vampires, which tend to have more weaknesses re: garlic and staking and whatnot. In most stories, they exercise some measure of control in their bloodlust. Twilight vampires are almost literally sharks. They just look pretty. And yes, they would absolute tear Buffy apart to fucking shreds.
“It took everything I had not to jump up in the middle of that class full of children and—” He stopped abruptly, looking away. “When you walked past me, I could have ruined everything Carlisle has built for us, right then and there. If I hadn’t been denying my thirst for the last, well, too many years, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.” [
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“I couldn’t understand why. How you could hate me so quickly
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“To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me. The fragrance coming off your skin
I thought it would make me deranged that first day. In that one hour, I thought of a hundred different ways to lure you from the room with me, to get you alone. And I fought them each time, thinking of my family, what I could do to them. I had to run out, to get away before I could speak the words that would make you follow
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Me: 😏
Also me: ho don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t you dare—
Me: BELLE EST-CE LE DIABLE QUI S’EST INCARNÉ EN ELLE
Also me: oh god
(Seriously, though, Edward is Frollo, Quasimodo, and Phoebus all in one glittery vampiric package. No wonder he is such an angsty spaz.)
“I convinced myself it was weak to run away. I’d dealt with temptation before, not of this magnitude, not even close, but I was strong. Who were you, an insignificant little girl”—he grinned suddenly—“to chase me from the place I wanted to be? So I came back
” He stared off into space.
I love Edward’s arrogance, his pride and initial dismissal of Bella—just as he should be written in this kind of story. Homeboy got badly humbled. His inability to read her mind also has a metaphorical dimension as well.
“Of course, then you were nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment—because if I haven’t saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don’t think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, ‘Not her.’”
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“Isabella.” He pronounced my full name carefully, then playfully ruffled my hair with his free hand. A shock ran through my body at his casual touch. “Bella, I couldn’t live with myself if I ever hurt you. You don’t know how it’s tortured me.” He looked down, ashamed again. “The thought of you, still, white, cold
to never see you blush scarlet again, to never see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses
it would be unendurable.” He lifted his glorious, agonized eyes to mine. “You are the most important thing to me now. The most important thing to me ever.” (p. 273)
And so the immortal aristocratic asshole fell in love with the sunshine maiden the lion fell in love with the lamb.
Page 273. Out of 400 pages, more than halfway through. Meyer literally wrote a hothouse romantic suspense novel saturated with longing and buckets of sexual tension
and where the main couple haven’t even so much as kissed yet at the halfway mark. Incredible. One hundred thousand points to fucking Gryffindor. The ovaries of this woman! Too bad she lost the plot around the third and fourth book.
“You already know how I feel, of course,” I finally said. “I’m here
which, roughly translated, mean I would rather die than stay away from you.” I frowned. “I’m an idiot.”
“You are an idiot,” he agreed with a laugh. Our eyes met, and I laughed too. We laughed together at the idiocy and sheer impossibility of such a moment.
Book Bella and Edward: *laughing merrily at their love clownery 😅*
Movie Bella and Edward: *lie down and stare, no thoughts, heads empty*
Legit, though. Love is inherently clownish. If you don’t lose a couple of IQ points, then are you truly in love? (The answer is a resounding no).
“No, I mean, exactly what did I do wrong? I’ll have to be on my guard, you see, so I better start learning what I shouldn’t do” [
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He smiled again. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Bella. It was my fault.”
Edward doing the bare minimum and not blaming Bella for his (blood)lust, i.e. the fantasy equivalent of slut shaming sadly makes him 1000x better than most YA “heroes.” Bare minimum, but it must be said.
Slowly, never moving his eyes from mine, he leaned toward me. Then abruptly, but very gently, he rested his cold cheek against the hollow at the base of my throat. I was quite unable to move, even if I’d wanted to. I listened to the sound of his even breathing, watching the sun and wind play in his bronze hair, more human than any part of him.
With deliberate slowness, his hands slid down the sides of my neck. I shivered, and I heard him catch his breath. But his hands didn’t pause as they softly moved to my shoulders, and then stopped.
His face drifted to the side, his nose skimming across my collarbone. He came to rest with the side of his face pressed tenderly against my chest.
Listening to my heart.
“Ah,” he sighed. (p. 276)
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“Really, right in front of my salad?” (Fourth Version, andante, with the Budapest National Symphony Orchestra, soloists Bryn Terfel and RenĂ©e Fleming).
Alina and the Darkling have nothing on this. No modern YA couple or hell bodice ripper couple I know does. There is absolutely no way this can get even more fuck-y.
“Don’t move,” I whispered. [
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I moved even more slowly than he had, careful not to make one unexpected move. I caressed his cheek, delicately stroked his eyelid, the purple shadow in the hollow of his eye. I traced the shape of his perfect nose, and then, so carefully, his flawless lips. His lips parted under my hand, and I could feel his cool breath on my fingertips. I wanted to lean in, to inhale the scent of him. So I dropped my hand and leaned away, not wanting to push him too far.
He opened his eyes, and they were hungry. Not in a way to make me fear, but rather to tighten the muscles in the pit of my stomach and send my pulse hammering through my veins again.

I stand very much corrected.
Anyhoo, after that non-sex sex foreplay, Edward is all happy and decides to show off his running to Bella. Homegirl got dizzy instead, but at least she got something more out of it:
“I was thinking there was something I wanted to try.” And he took my face in his hands again.
I couldn’t breathe. [
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And then his cold, marble lips pressed very softly against mine.
What neither of us was prepared for was my response.
Climbing him like a fucking tree?
Blood boiled under my skin, burned in my lips. My breath came in a wild gasp. My fingers knotted in his hair, clutching him to me. My lips parted as I breathed in his heady scent.
Immediately I felt him turn to unresponsive stone beneath my lips.
Meh. Still better than what I would have done. Honestly, she has shown a lot of restraint for a teen girl who had a beautiful half-naked supernatural entity trace her face and lay his head against her breast.
In any case, it’s back to reality, and Edward insists on driving them back as Bella is clearly drunk.
“Drunk?” I objected.
“You’re intoxicated by my very presence.” He was grinning that playful smirk again.
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“And are you not affected at all?” I asked, irked. “By my presence?”
Again his mobile features transformed, his expression became soft, warm. He didn’t answer at first; he simply bent his face to mine, and brushed his lips slowly along my jaw, from my ear to my chin, back and forth. I trembled.
“Regardless,” he finally murmured, “I have better reflexes.” (p. 285)
Aaaaand scene.
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Okay, pausing for some quick meta notes. So this was all great. The sexual tension was through the roof. Meyer just hit a home run with this one. Of course, this scene was the entire inspiration for the novel, its linchpin, much like the balcony scene was the linchpin in Shakespeare’s play. No surprises there.
Meyer does this cool trick of burying the romantic will-they-won’t-they and letting the vampiric will-he-won’t-he take predominance. In doing so the scene becomes charged with the eroticism, even while the scene is simply establishing whether Edward is able to resist his bloodlust for Bella. Bella and Edward expressing the first small intimacies and not letting them kiss in the meadow was nothing short of brilliant.
Some caveats. Edward is exactly as he should be
in a Beauty and the Beast narrative, which this adheres to. He has shades of Mr. Darcy, obviously, playing to Isabella’s Elizabeth, but that is really a very distant echo of the dynamic. Not a problem at this point—Edward still has some ways to go and Bella also needs to glow up too. This will come in time.
However, the mutuality and uncompromising nature of their love, as well as the fervor and the longing and sensuality, is clearly a different dynamic altogether. (R&J: *popping up with a bored wave*). Edward and Bella’s unequal relationship, thus, becomes a clear problem—either to overcome or for the lovers to succumb to their doom. There is a strain of tragedy that Meyer could have followed had she not succumbed to her indulgences. A tragic ending, however, could have its own problems too—it’s really hard to tell. I suppose Meyer deciding to go the coming-of-age route was as okay an artistic decision as any other.
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your beloved parallel universe wife anon here, i'm coming once again into your inbox because i was just imagining lewis and nico in a russian doll-like situation (i don't know if you've watched the series, the one with natasha lyonne, if you haven't i strongly recommend it because it's amazing, especially the first season). well, let's imagine lewis finds himself stuck in a time loop, forced to relive the same day over and over again and he's literally going crazy because he's got no damn clue about how to get out of the loop, and also because he can't tell anyone about what's happening to him or they'd definitely think he's lost his mind. until one of these days that he's relived countless times (even though, despite the setting always being the same, the days all look different because he's been trying to figure out how to get out of this) he meets nico in the lift of their montecarlo building and that's how he finds out that nico is in the same situation, stuck in a time loop he doesn't know how to escape. needless to say lewis isn't very pleased that he has to go through all of this with his former anything but lover *COUGHS VIOLENTLY* at first, but nico thinks there must be a reason that the universe is playing this trick on them, that maybe there's something they have to accomplish together if they want to get out of the loop. so every night they promise to find the other the following day so that they can keep investigating and trying to break the loop, and this of course makes them get closer and also pushes them to talk about everything that happened back in 2016 one day, making them reach some sort of reconciliation. and then the morning after they both realise that it's not the same day anymore, and that the universe, tired of their antics as well, probably pulled this prank on them because there are some things, some loves, that nothing could ever truly break and force apart
(cont) 'so lewis figures that it's maybe about damn time he gives nico another chance and they decide to start over '
my lovely anonwifestie im thinking it's time we renew our vows again đŸ€­đŸ„° im still as in love with you as the first time we met
first of all I LOVE Russian Doll, i binged season 2 in like 2 days, nat lyonne fucks so hard and the outfit inspo!!! ugh!
I am such a sucker for forceful magical trope where the solution is reconciliation 😭 I've actually written them for other fandoms!!! the thing about the Groundhog Day au (same day over and over) is that it is such a visual treat. i still have supernatural's "heat of the morning" stuck in my head and I'm not even an spn fucker 😭 just a tumblr heyday connoisseur. however I Have read some fics that capture the Groundhog Day vibes just perfect, the repetitiveness the unease the going from denial to perfect memorisation of every possibility by day 200...... all that good stuff. could I do it justice? no, but is it a delicious delicious concept? yes
Lewis was tired of dying by the stairs. He'd avoided the lift every time he saw Nico's blonde hair through the closing gap of the elevator doors. But he'd been through so many loops at this point, he just wanted to be able to go to up his room, see Roscoe again -- the day starting from the Mercedes motorhome and him being unsuccessful to get back to his apartment.
This time, he walks in the elevator. He expects Nico to avoid him, the cool silence between the two the handful of times they've shared the lift over, what, a decade of living here? That would be par for the course.
Instead, Nico's eyes widen. "That's new." He says, under his breath.
Lewis is immediately out of patience, he's died too many times to care. "Nico," oh, it feels good to say his name, to stop pretending he's above it all, "Shut up, man. You won't believe the kind of day I'm having." Days now, if not weeks. He's lost count.
Chances are Lewis will turn on a light switch at his apartment and die anyways, so why bother with all the energy it took to avoid Nico? When nothing mattered anymore.
Nico laughed, a more expressive sound from him than Lewis has heard in years. "Touchy. Yeah, I bet."
Lewis is actually glad when the lights starts flashing red, pressure losing rapidly as their elevator fails. Better to pull the plug as fast as possible. He looks at Nico, to see the panic, horror, fear all the mundane expressions of when you're about to die. Instead, Nico is calm, almost smiling with his eyes closed.
"We're about to die, mate." Lewis comments, in case he hadn't noticed; was in some deep denial funk. Nah, Nico didn't get to walk out of this.
Nico opens his eyes to smirk at him, always leaving with the last word, doesn't he?
He knocks the wind out of Lewis more than the eventual crunch will.
"It's okay, I die all the time."
Wait, what?!
Everything goes black.
Lewis wakes up in his Mercedes motorhome to the same fucking annoying affirmations alarm. 'You are loved. You are important. You are the best you can be. You will rise again.'
But this time, he has a purpose. He has to find Nico.
(hehehe I hope you enjoyed it... I love love being stronger than every cosmic force in the universe...... how long do you think they'd take to get their shit together lol)
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balthazar for the character game!!! silly guy
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ohhh Balthazar Bratt, love of my life đŸ„ș💖 thank you so much for requesting him, i love him so much!! answers for this ask game are under the cut, as it gets a little long!
how i feel about this character: i'd like him to put that flexibility to good use- for real, i adore Balthazar 😭💖 he is such a funny, captivating asshole with great style, awesome gadgetry and to-die-for dance moves!! ever since i first saw his opening heist scene (which you should definitely watch if you’re unfamiliar with him) i was totally in love. i’m a huge sucker for flamboyant, anachronistic, queer-coded villains, and i think Balthazar is the best bad guy out of the whole Despicable Me franchise (apologies to Vector, El Macho and Scarlet Overkill!). his 80s theming, weapons, speech, soundtrack and movements are perfect, and he’s so talented!! guy’s a brilliant dancer, actor and scientist/engineer, and he does it all himself apart from the help of his little robot pal Clive...that’s no easy feat 😭💖  at the same time, i love Balthazar for how tragic he is. i spoke about him a little in this Twitter thread: how he’s an ultra-successful, multiskilled child star thrown out by an uncaring entertainment industry and appears to have no support system at all. i know his character, like Vector’s, is written to be kind of ludicrously pathetic as he’s a grown man stuck decades in the past and narcissistic to the point of self-delusion...but can you imagine how awful it would be to suddenly have everything ripped away from you just because you went through puberty? (incoming silly analysis which you should not take seriously) i see Balthazar’s adherence to his own past with the 80s clothes, music, dancing, etc. a kind of trauma-based regression. i don’t think he’s psychologically capable of moving beyond this period of his life because it’s the last time he felt wanted and adored. i think the writing for Balthazar is great because his backstory and actions tie in perfectly with his motivation: from the very start you understand that he’s so good at what he does because he is hell-bent on revenge.  all in all, i think the people behind Despicable Me 3 struck gold with his character. iirc, he was going to be a minor villain underneath another antagonist, but they liked him so much that they bumped him up to be the primary antagonist instead. and i don’t blame them!! in a very good movie, Balthazar really is the highlight đŸ„°đŸ’– all the people i ship romantically with this character: i am very much a Druthazar (Dru/Balthazar) fan despite their interactions being very limited in the movie 😂 i really love Dru as a character because he’s so bubbly and sweet, and i think Dru is the one character who could penetrate the massive walls Balthazar has built up around himself and his ego. Dru is someone who is intimately familiar with failure and rejection, yet he refuses to give up in the face of adversity (even to the point of hurting himself). he’s a very impulse-driven kind of guy, not to mention highly energetic and cuddly!! i think Balthazar is a very touch-starved man. take a look at how he clings to his Evil Bratt action figure and how he sleeps snuggling the Dumont Diamond and try telling me he wouldn’t benefit from an ultra-huggy partner!! i think what tips me over the edge for Druthazar is the fact that Dru is a villainy fanboy. we know that he’s a fan of the Evil Bratt series, enough to have owned one of the Bratt Pack action figures and to remember specific episodes of the show when they’re recreated in real life. surely it tracks that Dru would be a huge fan of Balthazar’s unique villainous flair! i love the fandom idea of Dru going to break Balthazar out of prison and begging him to teach him how to be a villain. i really think the two could commiserate with one another over their difficult pasts. because Balthazar’s villainy stems from the character he played as a child, i think Dru would help him find his own identity and feel confident in who he is and what he wants outside of his specific acting trauma. at the same time, i think Balthazar would be amazing at helping Dru become a more confident, stylish villain, and he’d help him unlock and train up all of his evil aptitudes. the idea of the two of them being a villain boyfriend duo is just wonderful 😭💖 besides that, i could ship Balthazar with quite a few characters!! Gru/Balthazar, Lucy/Balthazar or even the three in a poly relationship are all super cute đŸ„ș💖 there’s also something in me that finds the crack ship Vector/Balthazar hysterical...i’m gonna be cringe and admit that i selfship with him too 😳 listen, i just want to give him the love he deserves! my non-romantic OTP for this character: would it be a cop-out to say that i think Balthazar deserves all the love in the world, and he should be with anyone that makes him feel safe and happy? i know it’s pretty hard to come back from literally trying to murder Gru, tying up Lucy and kidnapping/endangering their children, but the soft part of me wishes Balthazar could become some weird familial addition to the Gru household. it seems like Balthazar doesn’t have any friends - and i don’t think we see a single employee (unless you count Clive) in his elaborate Rubik’s Cube fortress!! i kind of love the idea of Vector and Balthazar being nerdy pals...the two of them and Dru could marathon Evil Bratt together đŸ„° my unpopular opinion about this character: you know, i’m not sure i do have anything massively unpopular to say about him! perhaps that Balthazar is actually a sympathetic villain? i know a lot of people would find what he did irredeemable, but this is from a children’s movie franchise, so let me enjoy the speculation 😖  i think Balthazar has led an oddly sheltered life as a child star, and is probably pretty socially underdeveloped. rather than prison, i think that he deserves rehabilitation and exposure to healthy relationships founded on mutual like and respect, rather than what he has to offer. with Balthazar, everything you see is such a performance...it makes you think how intense his exercise regime (i.e., those fun aerobics we see him doing) has to be in order to keep up that level of fitness. i think Balthazar deserves some time to find out more about himself outside of his Evil Bratt persona, and to meet people who like him for him 💔 one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon: oh man, this is tough!! i’ve already brought up a lot of things i would have loved to see in the movie, but i do think DM3 did a spectacular job with his character either way. if only we’d gotten more Dru/Balthazar interactions...i also think it would’ve been great to see the in-between years for Balthazar, between his teenage meltdown leading up to the forty-something guy we see by the time of the movie. does he (or did he) have a family? is he still receiving royalties from Evil Bratt? how did he design and develop his weapons - are they all based on gadgets from his TV show, or are some of them original expansions? i especially want to know if there are any existing Evil Bratt fans, including people who are fans of Balthazar’s modern-day villainy...i’ve been considering creating a superfan OC based on this idea 👀 there you have it anon!! i hope all of this was fun and informative :3c thanks so much for sending this in, and i’d love to hear your thoughts about Balthazar too!! 💖
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