#also it says “want to be my partner in crime”? on the poster
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If I said reagan was part Hispanic would I get stabbed
Also they both equally infodump about stupid shit to eachother bc nobody else will listen long enough
#inside job#reagan ridley#inside job reagan#brett hand#inside job netflix#netflix#breagan#brett x reagan#reagan x brett#im trying so hard not to write reigen from mob psycho#so hard#I havent finished season 2 so dont tell me shit#also it says “want to be my partner in crime”? on the poster#both platonic and romantic
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I've been rotating Kirby characters in my head again and thought up a story in which Kirby gets pulled into an alternate timeline and ends up in a dystopic version of Dream Land where everything is dark and scary and miserable, King Dedede has been deposed and overthrown by an evil villain who's taken over the land and he's gone missing, and Meta Knight leads a band of revolutionaries in Dedede's name (said revolutionaries being the Halberd's crew + Bandana Waddle Dee)
I have yet to figure out what happened to this timeline's Kirby, since everyone is supposed to know who he is and be surprised to see him, so I guess that implies their timeline's Kirby is gone? :(
but anyway, rough plot goes as such---Kirby ends up in this alternate timeline and doesn't understand what's happened. his first indicator of what's happened is finding wanted posters of people he recognises, like Bandana and the Meta-Knights, and when he finds Meta Knight's wanted poster, he's even more confused. what little he can understand of what the poster says is saying he's committing crimes against the king, but why would Meta do that? aren't Meta and Dedede friends? didn't they call each other sworn partners? what happened?
he eventually encounters the rebels themselves and they're shocked to see him, and he's shocked to see them, especially Meta Knight, the rebel leader, wearing Dedede's robe over one of his shoulders (like a one-shouldered cape) and his men bearing the crest of the king. Meta and the others explain to Kirby that Dedede had been overthrown by an evil being and has been missing ever since, the only things left of him being his crown and robe (the latter which Meta stole from the villain). the villain calls himself the king, and has told the people of Dream Land that Dedede is gone and is never coming back, but Meta Knight refuses to believe that, citing that he knows the king is out there, he can feel it, and he won't rest until he beats the blackguard who deposed him and finds Dedede. thus he created the rebel group out of his own men (and Bandana joined) and dubbed them the "Knights of Dedede". (now I am a metadede shipper so that would be why there's a lot of unending devotion vibes here but if you're thinking this could be out of character for Meta Knight, I feel like the other reason he named his band of revolutionaries the Knights of Dedede and dons the king's robe is to really stick it to the villain, who wants the public to forget about him, but Meta won't let that happen, and obviously won't rest until the villain is defeated. and yes I know Meta once tried to overthrow Dedede himself and I think that makes this funnier.)
Kirby joins the rebel cause and they storm the castle, where the villain is, and we learn more of the history of this timeline---various rebels have been imprisoned by the villain more than once, including Meta Knight himself, but they've all managed to break out, usually Meta coming to break his men out. the villain is insistent on making Meta bend to his will and serve him, because, you know, that would mean he had truly won and truly ran the kingdom if even Dedede's most loyal knight and the resistance leader was defeated and served him, but Meta refuses to yield, and this is where Kirby would fight the villain, beat him, and when the villain gears up for round two, Meta creates a diversion, urging his men and Kirby to flee, which they don't wanna do, but they have to, and Meta is captured in his attempt to protect them
Kirby and the Knights of Dedede then go on a quest to find Dedede, because if Meta believe's he's still around, he must be, and they find him, I was thinking deep in the heart of some woods or something, could also be deep underground or underwater, whichever fits, but encased in stone like a statue, and through some magic or some new ability, they manage to free Dedede from his stone prison, and guy has no idea what's happened and has to be brought up to speed while they rush back to the castle
they storm the castle again, and the villain is angry at seeing this. meanwhile, Meta Knight, who is chained beside the throne (for peak humiliation vibes which would fit a sadistic villain), is filled with resolve anew at the sight of his men and his king returned, and all hell breaks loose as they rush the villain, free Meta, and assemble as a full team, and then another battle ensues (I'd think it would be all of them ganging up on the villain in the first phase of the battle, but in the second, maybe Kirby gets the spotlight because he's Kirby, or it's just the quartet of Meta, Dedede, Bandana, and Kirby) and when the villain is defeated, Kirby is sent back to his timeline and everything is fine
I also thought it would be really funny if his friends from his timeline were able to see everything that happened in the alternate timeline via like a magic crystal ball or something. I just think that would be funny. ALTERNATIVELY you could have this whole plot not be an alternate timeline and just something that happens in this timeline and the explanation of Kirby not knowing what the hell happened is that he was like knocked out for an unspecified but long amount of time, and that would also explain why everyone knows about him and they're all surprised to see him back.
anyway enough rough plot explanation now have some of the funny things I said about this idea
#sparkyblizz speaks#random rants#writing woes#kirby#bandana waddle dee#meta knight#king dedede#meta-knights#sailor waddle dee#captain vul#metadede#because if I wrote this as a fic or something there would be metadede
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Hi, I really like your blog. I recently just found it, and I was wondering if you could do a part 2 of TouchStarved Characters reacting to MC, drawing themselves. Especially with Vere. Skip if you want to, anyway. Have a nice day. And make sure to eat, sleep, and drink some water.
HI HI !!! I am, so sorry for taking forever, I’ve still been in a huge writing slump )): BUT
I HAVE finally triumphed !! Thank you so much for the ask <333 I’m rlly happy u like my blog !! And I hope you have a nice day too !
Now les get into it !!
Leander, Mhin, And Vere Reacting to Mc Drawing them (a Sequel)
Warnings: Vere is flirty, a person gets snatched away in Vere’s too, (it’s played in comedic effect but just in case) maybe OOC
Notes: GN Mc, Fluff
Vere
ALR ALR ALR so, as we know, Vere draws. So having you two be like, drawing pals/couple ??? Muah muah
But I think it’d be really really funny, if he didn’t find out until you guys walk by a wanted poster—you both know who the subject is, but OMG THEY DO N O T look like that 🤨 also the lines??? So messy— effort ??? None
Determined to correct them, you stomp away, on the lookout to find the Wanted.
You find them waltzing out of a brothel, which is where you and Vere jump em.
Letting out a screech, (either that screech being from you or the Wanted that’s up to you. Could be a battle cry idk) you stuff them in a bag before quickly running off.
Vere of course, has no idea why you WANTED this random person, but he definitely wasn’t going to object to doing a crime with you <33
Plopping the Wanted into your room, you dramatically whisk off the bag, revealing a very frightened, and now hostile fellow.
“MC?? I thought we were FRIENDS, why the hell are you turning me in?”
You shush them, settling down in front, butter-fly legs as you slam open your sketchbook.
“I’m not turning you in, I’m redrawing your wanted poster.”
….
…..
“….What?”
“Vere, keep ‘em still!”
“Yes, darling~”
Your partner in crime does just that, and with your combined efforts, you successfully redraw the wanted poster. Now, it being far more accurate.
Which uhhh, did result in the fellow being captured, BUT— that’s not the point.
The point is, Vere now knows you can draw. And very well he might add!! Despite if your style is realistic or not, the wanted poster was STELLAR
And now as you’re back in your room, duty done, Vere droops himself seductively across the floor, any remaining sunlight catching the pink of his eyes and red of his hair.
“…what are you doing?”
“It’s my turn now,”
You raise a brow, “You want me to draw you a wanted poster?”
He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his long hair. “No, dummy. You can’t keep a secret like this from me and not use me as your new muse.”
“I wasn’t keeping it a secret—“
“Go on, i can’t stay in this position all day.”
Sighing, you kneel down, getting to work. “What am I going to do with you?”
Vere hums, and you know a flirt is coming before he says it. “Oh, MC, I have a list of things you can do with me~”
“Hopefully starting with throwing you in horny jail.”
“Rude.”
You snicker, returning to delicately sketching the details of Vere into the paper.
You draw the playful lift of his lips, the needle like pupils, and the deeper, maybe even rare soft side that he hides beneath flirts and cool remarks.
Once you’re done, Vere leans over your shoulder, humming his approval. A part of him, is both touched and uncomfortable how you managed to capture a side of him he didn’t commonly show.
After this, the two of you would often take turns drawing each other.
Leander
ALR ALR SO, WE ALL KNOW Eridia is like, dreary and cloudy all the time—and to set the scene—it’s storming—walls of rain slash against the roof of the Wet Wick (dang-it rlly be wet now. UHHH pls don’t hate me for that joke 😚)
The bloodhounds had been out doing jobs, leaving you with far less people to greet when walking downstairs.
Leander sits by the counter, large figure shadowed by the darkness cast by the storm. His eyes glowing eerily green in the shade, especially since he looks so deep in thought. His brows lightly furrow, his lips hinting at a frown.
You feel awfully like you’ve spotted something you weren’t supposed to. Especially since…there’s actually no one else around. You hear the faint snores of any other none-bloodhounds occupants still in their rooms, but otherwise it’s hushed against the drum of thunder.
Afraid of breaking some kind of spell, you stay where you are—though, you do tilt your head, taking in every angle of the scene in front of you.
…dang this would make a pretty cool sketch
Like a hesitant deer, you take quiet steps back up the stairs before returning, just as quietly with your sketchbook and pencils.
Though uhhh, Leander is no longer where you left him.
Curious, you take the rest of the steps down before searching the dark. Your only company being the crashing and howling of the outside storm—
“Good morning, MC!”
Out of pure terror, you scream and swing the sketchbook at the voice.
You’re greeted with low laughter and glittering green eyes as Leander reaches for the book, gently taking it from your hands.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Are you alright, MC? Did the storm wake you?”
You shake your head, a little thrown by the shift in tone—from laughter to genuine concern. You take your sketchbook back, but not until he’s caught interest.
“You draw?”
“How did you know it was a sketchbook?”
“I caught a glimpse when you whacked me.”
He laughs again, the deep sound nearly matching the thunder above. You feel oddly light when hearing it, though it sends a chill down your back.
For a distraction, you glance outside, the flash of lightning sparking worry into your chest.
“Will the bloodhounds be okay out there?”
Leander frowns, looking a bit confused, perhaps a little irritated before his smile quickly returns to his face. “Oh, they’ll be fine. You can’t live in Eridia without expecting storms.”
And before you can say more, he gestures to the sketchbook.
“What were you thinking of drawing?”
Ah, right. You shift on your feet, feeling a little awkward. You’ve asked to draw people before, and uhhh, with a few different reactions. Some thought it was weird, others annoyingly prodded at you to draw them before you even asked, (then changed your mind) and others kept whatever drawings you did like treasure.
You can’t guess how Leander will react to the question, but you end up asking anyway.
He receives the request with a bit of fluster, a flirt or two, before asking how you want him to pose. You decide you want to capture the moment you saw before—him standing in the dark like some kind of gothic statue, hoping you can somehow sketch in the magic and eerie wonder he had emitted.
Once you were finished, he definitely showed the picture to everyone he could—boasting at how talented you were…and how you chose him for a muse.
Mhin
ALR ALR, to balance out how kinda creepy Leander’s was 🧍🏻♀️ like man was just standing there in the dark like a WEIRDO—I wanted to do something cuter with Mhin’s.
So so so, this is for Mhin’s birthday. You know they like sweets, but wonder if they would appreciate a portrait instead
You’ve sketched them before, when they’ve taken care of the stray cats, when they’ve sat beside you in silence, just enjoying your company—but you wanted to make this special
So, after finding them after a little merry soulless hunt, you two get started on your little birthday plan. Mhin, to actually convince them to join you, Is completely unaware of said plan.
You just give excuse after excuse, like how starving you are and how you’re only craving their favorite type of cookies, how you want to explore the city and conveniently wind up where the stars are most visible, and you have NO idea how this romantically set table even came from?? 😮
Eventually, they do understand what’s going on, and look away, arms folded.
“I told you we didn’t have to celebrate.”
“We didn’t have to, but I wanted to~”
They roll their eyes, but like always, you can spot that flush of pink coating their cheeks.
After dinner, you pat a spot next to you, and when Mhin sits down, you stare up at the stars above. Millions blinking down at the pair of you between thin, grey clouds.
Mhin gets absorbed in the sight soon enough, occasionally pointing out constellations and then rambling about them.
Giving you just enough time to get out your sketchbook and get to work. While ofc still listening, because you always do. Hearing Mhin nerd out about stars is one of your favorite things.
The night is cold, biting at your nose, but it doesn’t bother you. Especially when you feel a warm cloak wrapped around your shoulders.
You look up from your book to see Mhin settling back down, ponytail and white shirt now exposed to the night air. They raise a knee and shrug. “Don’t look at me like that, you looked cold.”
Smiling, you pull them closer, reaching out the cloak so it covers you both. “Thank you, you big softy.”
You hear them grumble, but also don’t ignore how they lean into your side. After awhile, they glance at what you’re sketching, face growing confused as they start to recognize the person in the drawing.
“What is—“
You let them take the book, their eyes wandering over every detail so carefully thought out and drawn in with every pencil stroke.
Them in the portrait sit, gaze watching the sky with a wonder you’ve had the honor to see. Their mouth is open, talking about things that are more beautiful thanks to how they explained them. A little beauty mark seated by their lips.
After a few moments of silence, you lean your head on their shoulder(or head if ur tall), finding comfort in the warmth of the shared cloak.
“Happy birthday, Mhin.”
They didn’t say much, but you can see the appreciation in their eyes. How they look at your drawing with the same amazement as they looked at the sky.
Forever wondering why you’d use this talent to draw them.
Maybe celebrating their birthday wasn’t so bad after all. (Especially if they get to spend it with you <3333)
ALR ALR WE HAVE REACHED THE END
Tysm for the ask!! Again, I’m so sorry for the wait.
Anyway, I hope you have an amazing day, stay cool and hydrated, see three heart shaped things in nature, and watch/read your favorite show/movie/book !!
#answered asks#thanks for the ask!#leander#mhin#vere#touchstarved game#touchstarved x reader#touchstarved#virtual novel
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poster child ~ nora rose
For someone who has made it clear she wants to do everything for vengeance, Nora has second thoughts. Also, Buddha is a good listener. (crimes of passion)
wc: 1.2k / warnings: strong language, discussion of depression and self-destruction
a/n: I woke up and chose angst. enjoy <3
The empty room that hosted support group meetings for mental health illness survivors had this portrait of Buddha. It was one from a Buddhist monastery in Western Bali. Supposed to be all all-encompassing, all-nurturing with the smell of incense and talks about finding a balance and everything. Funnily enough, it was built exactly like a crossover between a church and a college classroom. The seats were cold. A podium straight ahead. An instructor to talk, between 9 and 10. One hour to fix all of her grievances in a proper ordered list, as if that were ever that easy.
She had enough battery in her phone to make one phone call. To tell them to pick her up because she’d fled the scene and now it was raining outside.
She didn’t.
“I’m not Buddhist, but -- I am assuming you’re -- someone--” Nora stared at the portrait, averting her eyes away as quickly as possible. “- who probably listens.”
When there aren’t people, your brain sort of configures this perfect audience scenario. To Nora, a perfect audience was no audience. One that didn’t talk over her for starters.
“Anyway, I had these parents, you know -- panicky people with no soul in them, because they just keep giving and giving-- and I want to be able to do that, you know? Give back. Because nobody is going to remember them. Nobody knows Jimmy. Who knows Alison? No, they’d be ‘who the fuck is Alison?’. Nobody.”
Nora took a staggered breath.
Breathe, said the posters around her. Breathe in and out.
“Look, I’m not trying to -- offend you, Buddha, but -- I can’t sit under a tree. My mom died of medical neglect. No. I genuinely thought I could become some sort of a -- medicine person-- a doctor, and just-- do something about it. But no, I was shit at that--”
Nora stopped herself. The blood across her knuckles sent a sharp jolt of pain as she dabbed her spit on the end of her jacket and pressed it against the wound. Her eyes were botchy and it was hard to see properly. The cheeks she saw in the mirror on her way in, were red and at the mere sense of touch, they felt like they could fall apart.
“Anyway, I -- my dad, back before he died, told me to be kind. He said ‘Hey Nora, I know you suck at everything, but do me a favour and be kind for a change’ and -- me with this-- was all a big ‘fuck you’ to him.” - she held up her blood-caked fists as if Buddha could see her. “Because that’s what people say. They say Jimmy was driven by vengeance, he got what he deserved and this was the universe coming back for a second shot at me..”
Nora inhaled a sharp breath of air. The walls seemed to be closing in. Take a brain break! It is okay to ask for help! Just ask! You are not alone! Self-love is the best kind of love there exists! Want someone to talk to? Just phone one of our partners! Love is love is love!
“And so yes, I wanted it to be a ‘fuck you’ to him, because I cannot stand idly by when I never had a childhood. It’s me doing this because there’s probably a kid at home, some thirteen-fourteen years ago, wondering what she did wrong. It’s --”
Mental health help is not a sign of weakness. You’re doing great! You have come this far! You can make it tomorrow!
“-- it’s all I have. The very reason I exist is because I want to get back at the people who wronged me. I have no plans, no ideas, no -- thoughts -- nothing. Just nothing. Mom’s dead. Dad’s dead. Where the fuck do I go? You tell me, Buddha -- don’t you want to destroy your life trying to make sure they get to rest?” - she pointed at the ground, before her arm hung limp.
“And I know that. I know. I have a friend -- Trystan and -- he had this epiphany where he sees the good in people. Even a brother who killed another. He feels for him and it’s this huge -- thing for him, you know, Buddha? Like he gets to show off his enlightenment because he picked a side that allowed him to grieve for the living and the dead. And he wants me to do the same. Stop going on a rampage. It’s funny how nothing changes. Dad’s talking about how you shouldn’t follow him and you do, and you find him dead. Trystan says it isn’t nice to beat the shit out of someone and you do anyway. This is all I have.”
Nora wasn’t good at anything. The one thing she was, and felt proud of herself for, was shutting off her tears entirely. She grieved. Her heart broke. She didn’t cry. She couldn’t afford to.
“I feel like if people get to know me, they are going to leave me. And I can’t have them leaving me, because I need their help to ensure my parents get a send-off. And I need them because they are my only hope of keeping myself --” Nora yanked her bangs, fistful of hair being pulled in, due to sheer agony -- “from-- me..”
She watched as the blood poured out of the crevices of her hands. “Dad would not want this. Mom wouldn’t want this either. And yet, I’m doing this for them, because deep down, I want to believe that if I die tomorrow, knowing they -- died knowing they did what they had to do, I would pull the life support off, myself. Do things on my own accord."
Her hands hovered over her phone. Uncle Tommy’s number came up first. Trystan, the second. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth -- all the way until the very end - Dad’s. Then Mom’s. She had no reason to save those numbers; they didn’t exist anymore. Their sims thrown into the ocean, their phones in a recycling factory somewhere, them erased out of existence and thrown into a birth certificate and then crushed as fine as salt. No heroes’ salute. No bereavement food, just silence.
“I just want them to -- anyone to-- clap my shoulder and say, ‘good job, Nora’ in the last moments of my life. This feels like it. So Buddha, if you can talk, I recommend you start doing that right now. Ha.” Nora swallowed hard. “This feels like the end, because -- I have run-- and talked to imagined audiences all my life that I can’t do this anymore. I can’t go on, hoping and hoping because -- this routine isn’t saving me. I am never going to be someone else. Just that one lonely kid in the class, no boyfriends to talk about, no girlfriends to get side-eyes for- on this fucking Roman crusade because I have nobody and that pisses me off so much, I start thinking if I punch someone really really hard and kill them, I can bring my Dad back and the -- Devil can keep the other poor guy. And I’m scared I’m never going to truly grieve the loss of my childhood, because everyday feels like I have always been that kid. That yearns for approval from dead people.”
The posters were laughing at her.
Nora scrolled through her contacts. She dialed Trystan’s. It switched to hold music.
“Will you recognize me?
Call my name or walk on by
Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling
Down, down, down, down.”
“Shit.”
“your defenses… Vanity and security, ah.”
She clicked her phone off, studying the poster straight above the Buddha.
Don’t forget to take care of yourself!
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A/N: the song is 'don't you forget about me' by simple minds. I hope you enjoyed this!
The sheer audacity of Nora to discuss death with Buddha is just everything to me. I love her so much.
I'm so glad this is done, lmao. I have been working on this for a solid 3 days. It went from 4k words to 1.2k and I am the happiest I can possibly be.
perma: @quixoticdreamer16 @tessa-liam @stars-are-within-me
crimes: @trappedinfanfiction @ao719 @cassie-thorne @peonierose @moominofthevalley @jerzwriter @thosehallowedhalls
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The I in the FBI is for Idiots
Stucky X-Files AU, 0.6k, Teen
This little ficlet is a present for my beloved T @otp-holic, 'cause we can't stop talking about these Special Idiots in Love™ 👽💓👽✨🛸
Happy birthday, sweetheart! 💖💖💖 I've said it before and I will keep saying it over and over again; you're amazing, your kindness and talent know no bounds, this fandom is so lucky to have you, and meeting you through our shared love for our boys has made my life so much better. 🥰💕
Special agent James Barnes watches his partner nudge aside a stack of manila folders, nearly knocking over the cold dregs of his coffee.
(Rogers drinks it black, with three or four sugars. It’s completely disgusting, yet somehow endearing.)
James closes the file he’s holding, having read the same sentence approximately twenty times in the past five minutes. Across the room Rogers leans over his desk, digging the heels of his hands into his eyes and letting out a soft and quiet fuck.
James takes off his glasses and runs a hand over his face. ”Look, I don’t think we’re getting anywhere here, and you need to sleep. We can go over it tomorrow.”
Rogers mutters something unintelligible under his breath as he pushes up from his chair and turns to rummage through the disorderly filing cabinet.
”Anyway, I need to get going, I’ve got…” James trails off, glancing at the I Want to Believe poster on the wall.
Rogers swivels around to toss a couple of folders onto his already overflowing desk, but doesn’t look at him.
”…a date,” James finishes, immediately wishing he could swallow the words back down.
”Yeah? That’s nice. Have fun.”
James thinks it comes out a bit clipped, that he sees the tiniest change in Roger’s posture, in the set of his shoulders, but he tells himself he’s imagining things.
Get a grip, and get out of here. He doesn’t care.
James clears his throat. “I’ll see you Monday, then.”
Rogers doesn’t say anything more, and James walks out of their tiny basement office, his stupid heart in his throat.
The date isn’t by far the worst James has ever been on, but it’s also the last thing he wants to be doing right now, and he’s growing more restless by the minute, fidgeting with his napkin.
He’s sipping his second glass of wine when an ice truck rolls past, and something in the back of his mind clicks into place.
The cold.
The man sitting across the table keeps talking about his sister’s kids, which really is quite of adorable, but James is barely paying attention to what he’s actually saying, already lost in the images flashing in front of his eyes; a crime scene photo showing a white van parked near one of the victim’s houses, the empty ice trays in the kitchens of the crime scenes.
Whoever is doing this likes the cold, maybe even needs it.
It can wait, it’s a long shot, he tells himself. You’re just looking for a reason to talk to him.
James tries, he really does, but by the time they’ve finished the bottle his resolve simply breaks. He excuses himself to the bathroom, only to sneak outside and punch out a text before he can reason himself out of it.
I think I figured out something about the case. Call me when you can.
He draws in a deep lungful of the crisp November air and leans his head back against the wall. He’s barely slid the phone into his pocket before it vibrates, sending a jolt through his system. James answers it, his hands suddenly so sweaty he’s in serious danger of dropping the whole thing.
“Talk to me,” Rogers says, his voice soft and intense in a way James feels down to his bones.
(That, however, is nothing compared to how he feels later on, leaning over the same desk, their heads bent close together, Roger’s eyes wide and bright with excitement.
This is it, Barnes. You’re amazing, he says, and James bites into the inside of his lip hard enough to draw blood.)
#happy birthday t 💛💛💛💛💛💛#you're the best and i love you 💓💓💓#stucky#stucky fic#my fics#special idiots in love™
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So I watched "Bullet Train" (A while ago but that's not important)
Since it's been a while since the movie came out I feel pretty safe but never the less Spoilers!
If I had to describe "Bullet Train" I'd call it Hollywood's greatest attempt at emulating less conventional methods of storytelling. With the original text being written by Kōtarō Isaka as a novel (and that end, I have no idea what liberties were taken with its production, and adaptation compared to the original story) and because of that fact it may be cringe to say that on my first viewing, I thought the film felt like something that would do well as a single season 12 episode cult classic anime from the mid-nineties to early two-thousands. Everything from the film's setting to the characters screams that sort of slightly absurdist charm that you'd usually see from that era of anime and manga. A collection of assassins board a bullet train in Japan for a myriad of different yet interconnected reasons strung along by a well-foreshadowed central antagonist and a mysterious yet charismatic dark horse, all taking place in a black humor thriller.
Yuichi Kimura is a father out for the blood of the person that put his son on life support struggling with his position as a father demands of him. Not knowing that his decision had left him as a pawn in a dangerous game he does not completely understand.
Ladybug (which is what I will forever refer to this character archetype as) is a charismatic if oafish thief who seems to live in a state of perpetual bad luck however never fatally succumbing to it. returns to work after a stent away from attempting to reevaluate his choices and steer himself away from some of the more unsavory aspects of his profession and more often than not failing miserably at it.
Lemon/Tangerine, a dynamic duo of hitmen who share a familial bond that goes deeper than blood. The former of the two possessing a humorous yet undeniably advantageous character quirk iconic of the film. While the latter becomes an instant fan favorite due to his relatable yet enviable personality. Both of which serve as the poster children for the film.
The Wolf, a self-made legend of the Mexican cartel who shot up the ranks of his organization with his charisma, intellect, and brutality finds himself in Japan to find the murderer of not only his beloved but his partners in crime. An impressive back story for someone who dies within ten minutes of being introduced.
Hiroyuki Sanada, a disgraced former yakuza and the father of one of the other characters also comes to find the would be assassin of his grandson only to be presented the chance to settle a grudge thats haunted him for the better part of his life.
Last but not least The Prince, the dark horse of the film whose motivations and origins tantalize the viewers the entire runtime. The character you love to hate and a secondary antagonist who far outshines the main one. My hat goes off to Joey King for her performance from this absolute menace The Prince is one of my favorite aspects of the film, the fact that the vast majority of situations she's faced with go her way which helps her be more hatable yet interesting as a character. I'm especially fond of her aesthetic as a character she's not a traditional fem fatal but she still leverages her femininity to achieve her goals falling into that gap-moe of having this adolescent schoolgirl design yet being this conniving machiavellian character.
Now after hearing that line up tell me this doesn't sound like an instant cult hit of a dark comedy. Overall I'm quite fond of the film and if you haven't seen it and didn't heed my warning at the top please watch it its quite the treat. for those who have watched the film and just wanted to read this for yucks, I suggest you read the source material Kōtarō Isaka's Maria Beetle if you can find it.
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I loved your fic with bisexual reader and Daniel/Lewis threesome, it was AMAZING!
Could I request something about Dan and reader being in a relationship and it’s fairly early on and the reader is bisexual but Dan doesn’t know and one evening, maybe they’re watching a movie or something, and the reader comes out and starts freaking out thinking Dan will break up with them but instead he is the most supportive boyfriend ever 🥺
Hi anon! Thank you so much for your kind words!! It really means a lot ❤️❤️❤️
This ask has been sitting in my box for a while because I wanted to write something proper and do it justice!! This is a lovely idea and I’d like to think he’d just be the most supportive and lovely boyfriend!! He also has serious bi wife energy, you can’t persuade me otherwise!!
Reader is gender neutral in this fic, but it’s kind of implied reader is either female or non binary because it kinda doesn’t make sense otherwise! Just fluffy no smut here! Also The Mummy is my favourite movie and was 100% my bisexual awakening, so this is totally inspired by that. The cast are so damn hot it should be illegal 🥵
- You throw yourself down onto the sofa beside your boyfriend Daniel, who is absentmindedly scrolling through Netflix looking for something for the two of you to watch.
- “What’s the vibe? Horror, crime, rom-com?” He says, flicking through the various movie categories.
- “Hmmm, I dunno, anything jump out at you?” You say, digging your hand into the popcorn bowl between the two of you.
- “I’ve never seen this one before, I hear it’s good.” Daniel says, landing on the movie poster for ‘The Mummy’ and opening the synopsis.
- “You’ve never seen The Mummy? That’s it, decision made, let’s go. You’re in for the best hour and a half of your life.” You say, reaching for the remote control in his hand and pressing play.
- Twenty minutes in, you and Daniel are cuddled close, his eyes not even leaving the screen as he dips his hand into the popcorn bowl and tosses a few pieces into his mouth.
- “Fuck me the cast of this movie is so hot,” Daniel says, and you chuckle.
- “Tell me about it, I swear this movie was like, my bisexual awakening when I was younger,” you say, not realising you had just let slip the one secret you had been holding onto for so long.
- “Your what?” Daniel asks, looking over at you. Your eyes go wide as you try and think of what to say, your mouth opening and closing as you try and search for the right words.
- “I, um- I didn’t mean to say that I- I don’t know where that came from, uh… just forget I said anything,” you stutter out. You feel your cheeks flush, your head spinning and thoughts running a hundred miles an hour. Fuck.
- Daniel pauses the movie and turns to face you, but your eyes refuse to make contact with his as they fill up to the brim with tears.
- You stand up from the sofa, pulling yourself out of Daniel’s grip as you walk over to the window, glancing out onto the streets of Monaco as you try and clear your head.
- “(y/n)?” Daniel says, a sense of worry in his voice.
- “Daniel, I- fuck, I’m so stupid, please don’t hate me, please, I’m sorry, I…” You stutter, unable to form a sentence as you feel your heart beating out of your chest.
- You always told yourself you’d tell him eventually. After the first date, you said you’d tell him on your second, but then you never really had the chance. Eventually, he asked you to be his partner, and by then, things were going so well between the two of you, and you were so unbelievably in love with him, you couldn’t bare to tell the truth. You couldn’t bare the thought of losing him.
- And now you found yourself, six months in, so comfortable around your boyfriend Daniel you had accidentally let slip your biggest secret while watching a movie. Something only a handful of your closest friends and not even your parents knew about you. You were bisexual.
- You had known since you were a kid, but only started admitting it to yourself in your late teens. Having dated men, women, and people who identified otherwise in the past, you knew for sure you were bisexual. But after landing yourself in the public eye, you pushed away that part of you, only pursuing people of a different gender to avoid awkward questions and unnecessary biphobic hate on social media and in the press.
- “Hey, you don’t have to say anything more if you don’t want to. But I want you to know that if you are bisexual, that doesn’t change anything between us, at all. I love you, so much,” He says, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist.
- You turn around in his grasp, and he offers you a sad smile as he notices the tear streaming down your cheeks.
- “Hey, don’t cry, please,” He says, wiping away an escaped tear with the pad of his thumb.
- “But I lied to you, you told me everything there is to know about you, you were an open book, and I kept this from you. I held back a big part of me and lied and- I’m so sorry Daniel,” You say between sobs.
- Daniel shakes his head and offers you a genuine smile, “oh love, you don’t need to apologise, I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it is to share something like that. I’m so proud of you, and so happy that you felt comfortable enough to share it with me, even if it was an accident,” He says, chuckling slightly.
- You manage a weak laugh as he pulls you close, and you rest your head on his shoulder, escaped tears soaking into the soft material of his hoodie.
- “So you don’t hate me?” You sniffle.
- “Love, why would I ever hate you for something like that? I love you so fucking much (y/n). So fucking much.” Daniel says, before pressing a kiss to your head.
- You look up at him and smile, a relieved look in your eyes as you feel all the tension in your body ease.
- “Just one more thing we have in common, eh? Now we can make looking at attractive women a couples activity,” Daniel laughs, and you can’t help but giggle too.
- Daniel releases his grip on your waist and takes your hand in his, guiding you back over to the sofa.
- He pulls you on top of him so you’re sat between his legs, your head resting on his chest as he gently runs his fingers through your hair.
- “You promise you don’t hate me?” You ask, looking up at him.
- “I could never hate you, ever, I love you and considering I had twice the competition to make you mine, I’m so fucking pleased and proud to call you my partner,” he chuckles.
- “I love you too Daniel. Thank you for being so good to me,” You say, offering him a small smile.
- Daniel winks at you and smiles, “let’s get back to the movie, huh? The gorgeous Rachel Weisz is waiting for us.”
- You rest your head on his chest and settle into the sound of his heartbeat as he presses play on the movie. Every so often you glance up at him, his eyes fixated on the screen once again, and you feel yourself falling even more in love with your boyfriend, knowing he accepts you just as you are.
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wild west valzhang au
i promised i would do this if my post got 5 likes so here you go. please note that every single character in this au has a southern accent so please imagine scenarios accordingly
frank is a bounty hunter/assassin and leo is a thief/robber. they’re rivals but they’re also both outlaws who run from the sheriff (annabeth) together.
they became rivals when leo stole from one of frank’s targets, ruining his plan. at first frank is like “whatever its fine” but leo proceeds to do it enough times completely out of coincidence (or so he claims) that frank starts to have a vendetta. of course frank claims he hates leo because damn it that stupid little shit keeps ruining his bounties! he's gonna starve at this rate! but whenever they get in trouble frank will save him anyway. wonder why
they’re like the iconic criminals of whatever dinky little town they’re in - frank the hired gun and leo the famed train robber. leo takes extreme amounts of joy from one-upping frank but will also constantly joke about teaming up as a real duo because having a partner in crime would be so cool, wouldn’t it? of course, they deal in different crimes and jobs, so it wouldn’t work out... but wouldn’t it be nice to go on adventures with someone else for a change?
someday leo gets blackmailed into turning frank in. he was tricked, of course, but when he watches his longtime rival and kind-of-friend get put in cuffs he can’t help but feel that it doesn’t matter. because what’s done is done, and he’s gone back to being the scared kid he once was, running away from those he loves to save himself. and frank feels so betrayed because damn it they may have fought but he never thought leo would go this far. and he thinks that it's true what they say about the thief who cares more about machines than people
leo comes back for him of course! but their rivalry isn’t the same. what used to be playful turns serious because frank cant help but wonder whether leo will do that to him again, for the sake of a bunch of gadgets.
maybe as a show of apology leo decides to quit thievery and being frank’s rival as a whole... he'll say that they'll work together, if frank wants that, so at least if they get put in gay baby murder jail they’ll be in there together? and he’s never been one for fighting but if he ever needs a sniper, he’s real good with a rifle?
frank pretends like he needs to think about it and accepts the offer. and then they become outlaw boyfriends. and whenever annabeth hears about them someway or another, through word of mouth or newspapers, she gives an affectionate snort and swears she’s gonna catch them someday.
(also leo collects wanted posters for fun)
#leo valdez#frank zhang#heroes of olympus#valzhang#percy jackson#pjo#riordanverse#annabeth chase#fraleo#the wild west vz au#yeah this is. a lot huh#it all started because i liked the idea of frank as a hired gun and then it spiralled out of control#well... enjoy. hopefully someone does
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I would love to hear more about The Ballad of Lonesome Gods!
Sure thing! This is my AC Valhalla Cowboy AU that takes place shortly after the American Civil War, Featuring Eivor, Vili (and eventual Eivor/Vili relations), Ubba, Randvi, Ivarr, Soma & Rollo. Plus Halfdan who is sort of the silent partner/bankroll of the group, and is slowly going insane. They all straddle, toe or completely jump over the line of "morality" in varying degrees, but the only outright scoundrel of the group is Ivarr (because of course he is). There is an underlying vein of Norse mythology woven into the main story that connects to the mythology in AC Valhalla, but mostly its intended to be a fun romp through the wild west while also touching on things like war, slavery, human rights, family, love...you know, the usual.
The snippet below is taken from one of the opening scenes where Eivor is trying to break Ivarr out of jail while pretending to be a Texas ranger (he is NOT a Texas ranger lol).
"You're here for el sin huesos?" the deputy asks before taking a quick look back to the cells behind him. Eivor tries to see around him, but the back room is not well lit.
"Sin huesos?" Eivor repeats, confused. He knows what it means, but not how it applies.
"Yeah, you know,"—the deputy makes an awkward waving gesture with his hand, like a fish, or maybe a snake, swimming through water—"boneless like the slippery, slimy snake that he is."
"Ah," Eivor replies, still skeptical of the application, "I hate to be the bearer of bad news, deputy, but last I recall a snake does, in fact, have many bones. And I’m afraid they aren’t very slimy either."
An amused snort makes its way to Eivor’s ears from somewhere in the back room. Ivarr can hear them, of that he has no doubt.
Deputy Ramos glares at Eivor from below the rim of his hat. “What are you, some kind of nature specialist, too?”
“No, I’ve just eaten my fair share of rattlesnake over the years. Picked my teeth clean with many-a rattlesnake bone.” Eivor takes one, two, three steps, each marked with the sound of boot heels and the jangle of spurs, and sits on the corner of the Deputy’s desk. “You ever eat rattlesnake, son?”
“N-no sir,” stutters Ramos as he drops the letter on the table, Eivor’s proximity already having an effect on the poor deputy.
“I thought not,” Eivor says, grinning, as he takes out a pocket knife and slowly pulls out the blade. He already feels bad for him, he’s going to be in a world of trouble when they are through. He lets the silence build around them for a moment as he examines his fingernails, then begins to pick them clean with the tip of the knife. “Now what do you say, son? How about you get me my prisoner so I can be on my way?”
“I’m sorry sir, but I can’t do that.” For his part, the deputy did sound remorseful.
“And why is that?” Eivor asks, his attention still on his fingernails. When he hears Deputy Ramos take a deep breath, Eivor looks up at him. It’s like the kid is trying to suck his courage back in.
“Sir, this is the great Territory of New Mexico, and not a Texas Ranger, nor a Governor of the United States has any real authority here. You can speak to the Sheriff, but it will take more than a fancy letter to convince him. The prisoner has committed crimes here, too.”
“I’m sure he has,” replies Eivor as he slips off the desk and back to his feet. He folds the pocket knife and puts it back in its place on his belt in one smooth, quick motion. He takes a single step towards Ramos and the deputy seems to step back to preserve the scant distance between them. “Where I come from, his wanted posters are as long as my horse’s...well, I’m sure you know what I’m getting at.”
Deputy Ramos laughs nervously and takes a step back and then another. Eivor matches him step for step before reaching up to remove his hat. He holds it against his chest, as if in reverence.
“He is a felonious little vermin, deputy, and I wish to see him brought to justice.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
They each take another step, Eivor’s voice raising just the slightest bit.
“He stands accused of arson…”
Step.
“...fraud…”
Step.
“...assault, battery, horse theft…”
Step step step.
“...and among other things: murder, most foul.” The last words drip slowly from Eivor's mouth like molasses drips from a spoon.
Deputy Ramos takes another step back, the dawning realization that he’s taken his last slowly creeping across his face as his boot heel clangs against steel. He reaches for his gun but a hand catches him around the wrist as another slips between the bars, fingers wrapping around his throat. The deputy struggles, his free hand going to the wrist of the hand that chokes him, his feet kicking out weakly at Eivor, so weakly he doesn't even bother trying to avoid them. The Deputy's hat falls to the floor as he starts to go limp.
“I hate being called boneless,” Ivarr growls, like the caged animal that he is.
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rules: list eight shows for your followers to get to know you better
Tagged by @marley--manson
I'm pretty sure I did something like this recently where people were using the shows' posters. Since it says "get to know you better," I'm going to assume anyone reading this can read my little description and already know I'm into those shows. I'm also going to do that because it makes it harder/more interesting for me.
Doctor Who
This was the show that got me onto Tumblr (that's not entirely true - my roommate dragged me on here, kicking and screaming, just like how I have joined every social media site ever), and it's one of the first shows I was weird about as a (kind of) adult. I'm an Eccleston fan through and through. This is another show that my partner and I stalled on because of a variety of life things, so we're years and years behind.
Veronica Mars
I love this show. I didn't actually watch it until I was in grad school (and then I binged an entire season without sleeping one time during a PhD-induced anxiety spiral, so), but I adored it. I have always loved the girl detective, or even just boy detective, genre (looking at you, Harriet the Spy, Sammy Keyes, and Encyclopedia Brown), and this just did that dripping in early 2000's teen tv drama. And I adore Enrico Colantoni as her dad. I also always appreciate a detective show where the cops are the bad guys.
The O.C.
I am often kind of ashamed of my deep love for The O.C., and I'm trying not to be. I got the DVDs out from the library and hid in my bedroom to watch it because my family would've made fun of it (probably - I was also a teenager and just afraid of people judging me). This marks the beginning of my massive crush on bisexual characters played by Olivia Wilde. I loved every moment of this show, sometimes especially when it was being awful.
The Avengers (1965-1967)
British spy-fi starring Diana Rigg playing Emma Peel, an actively publishing theoretical physicist who knows martial arts and wears catsuits. What more could you want? If anything made me queer, it was Emma Peel. And although she's partnered with John Steed, supposedly a professional spy while she's an amateur, she regularly came in kicking to save his butt. I have only ever seen Series 4 & 5 with them as the main team, so I actually have zero opinions on the rest.
Killjoys
I love this show so much. I wish it had been allowed to have more than 10 episodes a season because I would've loved to see more unabashedly queer sci-fi bounty hunter side plots. I love that the main characters are platonic life partners who did crime until they ran out of money and became bounty hunters. And that there are assassins and creepy conspiracies and cyberpunk awesomeness and the show is almost more bisexual than Lost Girl.
Anne With An E
I loved Anne of Green Gables as a kid, and this show was beautiful and compelling and did a really good job with most things. This was one of the first shows I did a virtual watchalong with friends in 2020 at the beginning of COVID, and those watchalongs reminded me that I had internet friends and showed me how I could shift my social life, so this show is important to me.
Pose
I don't even know where to start. I love this show, and Papi and Angel are perfect and deserve the world.
Buffy/Angel
Buffy and Angel were incredibly important to my development as a queer feminine-presenting person. I actually didn't watch Buffy all the way through until after I'd become obsessed with Firefly. I have lots and lots of feelings about Buffy and Angel and I have so many of the comics that were a continuation of the show, and I got really into the lore, and I'm glad it existed. I'm glad I enjoyed it, and I'm glad I went back and saw how problematic a lot of it was. And whenever I think about it, I think wistfully of Monster of the Week style shows with a bajillion episodes per season.
I hope people feel like they know me better because I feel like I just went on an emotional journey, y'all. I'm not tagging anyone because I'm tired, but if anyone wants to do this, I would love to read what other people have to say.
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I’ve been wanting to get these thoughts out and found your page. I was bored and looked into the Taylor jet tracker for about a month and remember I found it odd that she flew back to NYC inbetween Buenos Aires and Rio. I’m a fan of The 1975 and went to their second MSG show. I noticed her jet flew out of NYC after the show ended, which just seemed odd to me and I joked that maybe Taylor was there in secret. However, Matty ranted about not being nominated for the Grammys and talked about how Kanye was his hero minus the antisemitism because he’s confident about his art. We all know that Kanye is a hurtful topic to Taylor and it seemed pointed for Matty to say that, plus Gabbriette was at the show, so I dismissed the weird plane movement as a coincidence. If Tayfabe is legitimate, what purpose would complementing Kanye serve? IMO if they were to plan a narrative that would allow them to get back together publicly, then a redemption arc for Matty would make sense, but I don’t see that being attempted much apart from some half sincere apologies on stage. I’m definitely open to the theory, just trying to understand how Matty’s comments/posts fit into it. I remember he also talked about that podcast host who said mean things about Taylor’s ED years ago and said she was sweet and misunderstood. It’s moments like this that make me scratch my head and dismiss all the other evidence.
Hi anon! Yes, Taylor mysteriously popped up in NYC between Argentina and Brazil, with Gracie Abrams, no less (who, interestingly enough, once covered 'Somebody Else' for 'The 1975 Takeover' of The Face).
The MSG shows were also notorious for this poster:
Which is kind of giving:
And MSG had the flowers during Be My Mistake, as well as the Robbers shirt, appearances by Tim and Carly, and the full LIIWMI dance. Big shows!
For me, their current partners are not super significant in my theorizing. So, their presence anywhere, for me personally, does not indicate much other than that Taylor and Matty want to be seen with them and want to look as if they've moved on. If all eyes are on the current partner, then no one is looking in the stands.
When it comes to Kanye… Oh boy. Where do I begin? I guess here: You said "We all know that Kanye is a hurtful topic" - do we know that? Or do we assume it based on Reputation? See, Taylor doesn't really confirm who her songs are about, but one of the few songs she did seem to confirm was that 'Innocent' was about Kanye:
Swift premiered this song about Kanye West at the scene of the crime-the MTV Music Video Awards. "I think a lot of people expected me to write a song about him. But for me it was important to write a song to him."
I can't personally reconcile Innocent and LWYMMD both being about Kanye West. LWYMMD seems more like it's about the media perception of her beef. Blank Space's big sister:
At the end of the day, Taylor and Kanye both benefitted from their second "feud", in the 'no publicity is bad publicity' sort of way. Now, if I base my theories largely off of Brad Troemel's work, and Brad then insinuates that celebrity feuds happen on purpose, then I have to question the legitimacy of the 2016-era feud.
Perhaps, like Matty, Kanye West is someone who doesn't mind being a pretend supervillain. Though, since then, Kanye has veered off course a little bit, something Matty talked about on the Ion Pack podcast here:
"The thing that bums me out with Kanye is that like, he's obviously somebody who is dealing with grief and has mental health issues. That's not an excuse to do antisemitism. It's not really, is it? … I'm all for the kind of Kaufman-esque or Warholian-esque blurring of boundaries - if you can do something in a film, why can't you do it in real life? - like his belief that him and Kim are like the kind of ultimate piece of art of the past decade and stuff like that. I mean, it's a fair argument or whatever, but like, there's stuff that's more important than art. Like people. People are more important than art.
And there's kids involved in this artistic expression. That's what fucking pisses me off. If I was a kid, and I was having like, high art concepts of what reality is forced on me by my dad, I'd be really scared. Because I just wanna know what reality is. Like when I saw The Truman Show at ten years old, that was enough to fuck me up. I had to check that my parents were my parents. When you're a kid your imagination is so insane. Like, be an artist, be an adult. But let kids be kids. You've got to draw a line when you're being a conceptual artist, like when you're hurting people. Because it's just not fucking worth it. Art's not worth hurting people. A lot of artists get lost in the kind of, I've done it - basically being an asshole, because I was doing something artistic."
I'd be willing to bet that if Kanye truly is suffering from mental health issues, Taylor would probably agree with what Matty said on stage - that he is a great artist apart from the antisemitism. Is that not… a perfectly 'acceptable' take? Do you genuinely feel like Matty needs to be either punished or 'redeemed' for a couple comments about Kanye West? You think he and Taylor really never talked about any of that in person? I know people think I make a lot of weird assumptions, but I have to say that I find everyone else's assumptions equally strange.
In the world of 'Tayfabe', Matty and Taylor are currently acting out "a contest of who can act like they care less" - so I don't personally see how on-stage Kanye comments even conflict with the theory whatsoever - especially in that I don't assume Matty's words to be said with malintent (well, for anyone other than the grammys). So let's investigate Matty's exact quote and see if he was, indeed, trying to specifically insult or hurt Taylor:
"The fact that we didn't get nominated for a grammy is a fucking outrage. And the thing is, the reason people don't say that is 'cause it's not a very tasteful thing to say. But I'm way past tasteful. Are you fucking mental? Brief Inquiry, I Like It When You Sleep, nothing. Fuck off! Dickheads. What the fuck are they on about? I mean 'About You' just on its own merits deserves a fucking grammy. I mean, I don't really care that much, but it just winds me up. I'll tell you what. Tell me of anybody who's been nominated in the past four years. You know what? I'm not being self-celebratory, but Kanye is one of my heroes. You know what? You gotta fucking believe in yourself. That's an awkward hero to have right now. I understand that but separate the antisemitism. Just think about the self-belief (audience boos and Matty laughs). And the truth is - No! Just tell me. Literally, tell me one band in the past four years that could do what we're gonna do in the next three minutes."
See, I didn't get a lick of Taylor shade from any of that. What I got was Matty ranting about a grammy snub and gassing up his band. At the risk of sounding arrogant, he alludes to Kanye's many comments throughout the years about his self-professed genius, such as my personal favorite: "My greatest pain in life is that I will never be able to see myself perform live."
But, Anon, if you truly believe that Matty called Kanye his hero not because Kanye is a loud and proud confident artist, but in the sense that he admires how Kanye treated Taylor, can I ask why you even want them together?
And truly, has Matty not apologized enough for you? Ice Spice accepted his apology. Did he really offend you so deeply that he needs to keep apologizing for jokes that happened almost a year ago? If so, might I ask what would be a suitable 'punishment' would be? Because I listened to the dreaded podcast and I heard Adam make the Ice Spice joke, and it was Adam that named the porn website (American accent) and Matty unfortunately leaned into it and carried on with his story. I fail to see the 'crimes' here that he must still be flagellated for. Bad taste? Ignorance? Oh sure. Roll your eyes and carry on. Stop supporting The 1975 if you must. But what else, really, must be atoned for? As for Red Scare, again, I beg - is Matty responsible for everything anyone he's ever associated with has said? If so, Charli XCX is a fan of Red Scare and once collaborated with Dasha. Perhaps she deserves the stocks, too? I listened to that Red Scare episode too. I heard a pair of judgmental girls projecting their insecurities onto Taylor. Maybe someone can be sweet and misunderstood and still say ugly things about a celebrity. Truly, have you never done it? I'm sure I have. I try not to now, but the best we can do is hope that people learn from their mistakes, rather than expect them to be born perfect and never make one.
Here's a good article that I hope will shed some light on why Matty isn't interested in apologizing ad infinitum or being a pawn in the culture wars. As a bleeding heart liberal myself who is frankly disgusted by what culture has become, I believe Matty Healy is lightyears ahead of everyone else on the 'woke' front.
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I SAW YOU DO MY REQUEST AND IM????? SO???? HAPPY????? Can I also please request a hutao like mc with the dorm leaders + adeuce :D where they can basically command the ghosts to do anything for them (considering the ghosts in twst are like the most stubbornly annoying people besides ace/hj) and they like to joke about "taking people to the other side" to scare people that'd BE COOL
Dorm leaders + adeuce duo with a Hutao!MC
At first glance, you appear to be a quirky and cheerful. You enjoy pranking and despises sitting around and doing nothing, as you wishes to live your life to the fullest.
Accepting death as a natural part of life and tells others to enjoy their short lives, loathing those who try to prolong their natural lifespan.
Warning(s):
notes: i love hutao sm bro i would send her flowers everyday
Riddle:
s i g h
well he can see why you're close to those two animals from his dorm
well i mean at least u actually get ur work done????
he gave u one work and u run around pranking AND finishing those exact works
he's amazed LMSKAJSKS
esp when he saw u straight up just
idk voodoo hand motions to the ghosts????"
what am i even saying
well you're commanding those ghost and riddle was like
WITCHCRAFT😱⁉️
*remembers he can use magic* wait
/j
well i mean at least u can stop those ghosts from being annoying?
other than that, he enjoys ur poetry
he only wishes u would stop trying to have a poetry rap battle with him
he also is kind of offended by how u encouraged death KNFOAOAOA
well i mean accepting it is one thing
but why are u putting up posters on how to die faster around school??
Leona:
your liveliness sure is irritating
omg xiao kinnie⁉️
when u pranked him, he give u that boss unknown god dainsleif level stink eye
sometimes, he flick his tail to(?) ur forehead
if he's annoyed enough that is
whenever u tell him his habits will probably make him die faster
he thought you were hinting at him to do that
so he just put u in the same category as the people back at home who wanted him gone
well that was until he saw u hang up posters "text and drive -wangsheng funeral parlor"
😧⁉️
well at least he's not the only one being told to die faster???
oh and yall know that ghost smth event with that pretty ghost?
yeah u can probably command her
leona is forever greatful
he would rather die than admit it tho
Azul:
YES AN EASY TARGET
i mean, a great customer target🤗
well that's what he thought and you're just you
probably started pranking him after the incident too HELPPP
poor guy just wants some rest but now he have u following him around to prank him or smth
floyd won't even help bc he joins u
jade is being jade, he's too amused
but hes quite amazed at ur ability to command ghosts
not even mages can do that!
you two do business so uh
idk make a deal or smth
he'll get the students to die faster or smth and you'll give him more customers
see? u both get more customers either way and it's very befitting
no one can stop you guys now
Kalim:
oh you guys got along REALLY well
sunshine + sunshine
might even be your new partner in crime
you're just so fun! how can kalim not want to hang out with you??!
pranking people, some poetry rap battles, magic carpet rides
y'all can't sit still at all jamil almost had another overblot
your ability to command ghost is REALLY amazing
he would be more than happy to see you do it again!
but ur talk abt communicating with the other side scare him a little
😅😥
it even became his random 12am memory that made him check under the bed or smth
Vil:
well he doesn't care abt u that much
he is kind of weirded out and confused at u encouraging everyone to die while also telling them to cherish their short lives
probably told him the same thing
"pls take selfies of urself while driving!"
"thats dangerous"
"exactly"
yeah he doesn't want to deal with your shenanigans
it's not like he's safe from your pranks anyway
u better stop if u don't want to have a wwe smackdown with vil
other than that, he likes how u kept ur appearance well
u might be a menace but at least u know how to take care of ur appearance
and that eye makeup, he approves🤗
Idia:
oh no its a prank target
he fears you
like full on shaking in his timbers whenever he saw u
he might even start crying
like kalim + cater + rook personality with a sprinkle of death?! the world must've hated him so much to make him meet you
one time u told him his way of living will kill him
he was abt to give a sarcastic remark
well until u encouraged it in the same sentence
idia:🤯
like do u want him to continue living this way or..?
oh you probably saved his ass with that gorgeous ghost one time
he's so grateful???? he might even let you bother him for a day
Malleus:
oh be adores that liveliness of yours
like he's just so???happy????
you're always just so cheerful and you're even brave enough to prank him of all people
he might even start joining u on ur pranks if its not for the fact that he got stopped by sebek
and he definitely would love to listen to you talk about how u can command ghosts and how u can "communicate with the other side"
he has never seen it but he will be more than happy to witness it:D!
probably saw those posters arohnd the school hallways and immediately knew it was you HELPPP
ah, they're encouraging others to die^^ i... see😁😅
well hes amused on your motives as to why you're even encouraging this but
you must have a good reason?
Ace:
yknow that thing in the prologue when y'all got chased by the ghost?
instead this time u literally just command them
the gears in his head was on full time work at that time bc he have many thoughts on how to use that ability of yours
the BEST of friends i say
y'all found new victims to prank everyday
jack have to pull yalls collar to stop yall from tormenting all of those poor students
he's supporting u on ur quest to have more dead bodies for ur job's success
all bc he thinks its funny
so now u have two idiots in the hallways spreading on why you should never wear a seatbelt or smth
honestly? he's not scared of ur ghosts talk
u can talk to the other side? yeah well he can travel through mirrors🙄
u can command the ghosts? well he can command the wind
the anemo archon in disguise HELPPP
Deuce:
well he is surely amazed by ur ability to commans ghosts
he might even thought youre secretly a wizard
a powerful wizard that not even the mirror can identify is right in front of my very eyes! - Deuce senior quote
well poor him bc u surely didnt let it go
and u just encouraged the thoughts
it wasn't until riddle broke the news to him that his whole world shatters
like straight up glass breaking sound effects as he dramatically dropped to the floor
you're laughing in the background btw
well took hin a few days of recovery but he's fine now
it's his 3am thoughts now tho
like randomly "do u remember when-"
he's kind of scared by that "i can talk to the other side ehe"
might even start looking behind him everytime he walks LMFOAOAOA
but it's ok! at least he helps u with spreading the why you should die faster thing!
you and ace convinced tricked him!
so now u will see three idiots in the hallways🤗‼️
the more the merrier amirite
#twst#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#riddle rosehearts#leona kingscholar#azul ashengrotto#kalim al asim#vil shoenheit#idia shroud#malleus draconia#ace trappola#deuce spade
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John Munch / Simple
Prompt: “Suck it” “oh i’m gonna suck something”
Word Count: 3,887
Warnings: canon typical situations and violence, discussion of rape (non-graphic), hurt/comfort apparently, fin and munch are literally some of my fav characters to write for lmao, some discussion of the psych evals from 1x22
A/N: what is this? how did this happen? I don’t know - i blame @laneygthememequeen mostly, but also my friends for enabling me beyond belief lmao.
“Am I allowed to come in or must I bow and show my allegiance before I am deemed worthy?” and you didn’t need to look up from your desk to know who it was. Your pen still moved, scribbling notes in the margins of the answer that was given to you by Roger Klessler — more hassle than law.
“No need for allegiance, Detective Munch — I know you only give that to your squad and your string of conspiracy theories,” you finish with the page, sparing him a glance, “only compliance is needed — the one thing you didn’t do on the last case.”
“Your hands aren’t exactly clean yourself, counselor,” he shuts the door behind him, slipping his hands into his pockets, “what did you do to get that warrant again?”
You raise an eyebrow, “Are you questioning my integrity?”
“Funny, I didn’t know lawyers had any,”
“They don’t, but I can try, can’t I?” you lean on your elbow, “what do you need?”
“We have a suspect in holding who just invoked, we thought they might be a little more conducive to having an A.D.A. in the box with them,” he tilted his head.
“Alex isn’t available?”
“Alex told us to get you,” you held in your sigh, “don’t you lawyers talk to each other?”
“No, we communicate through telepathy,” you reply drily, grabbing your coat and bag, “Let’s go.”
~~~
“Counselor, you should remind your client that his options are running out,” to say this meeting was going poorly would have been the understatement of the century, “and my patience is running thin.”
A serial child and women abuser — with videos abusing so many children and women over the last twenty years, videos that made your stomach turn — and to make matters worse, he had made into a business, selling these children and women and their pain for profit — and now it was time to make his pain your profit.
“You have no evidenc—”
“We have a witness who saw your client, we have his DNA being run against the blood that was found at the scene, and when it comes back it will match and your client will be facing life in prison—” your teeth grit, “And I’ll be sure he gets it. Or, give up your sick buddies. And maybe you’ll have the possibility of parole in the far off future.”
“You fucking bitch—” he spits at you.
“Is that the best you can do?” you raise an eyebrow, as you see Munch tense out of the corner of your eye, “Mr. Bradford, I’m not scared of you. I’m not a defenseless child or battered woman you can intimidate—” you cross your arms, “not so easy picking on someone who can fight back, is it?”
Bradford lunges, but Munch shoves him back into his chair, “Do we need to add assault on an A.D.A. to your laundry list of charges, Bradford?” and you blink, slack jawed, a shiver going down your spine — if Munch was a second later— “Try that again and I’ll have you—”
There’s a knock on the window, and your eyes snap over, “Control your client, counselor, or I’ll have him locked up in solitary,” your jaw is set — you wouldn’t give him the pleasure of seeing you waver, “the offer had 24 hours — it now has an expiration date in ten, so look forward to hearing from you in one.”
The door shuts behind you, your fingers white knuckling the handle of your briefcase. Liv frowns, “Are you—”
“I’m fine,” you wave them off, as Munch emerges from the room as well, “tell me when he caves to my offer. And when you’re setting up the sting to get the other guys — I want to be there to make everything go smoothly. No screw ups this time.”
“All due respect, counselor, but we don’t need a babysitter,” Fin says.
“All due respect, Detective, maybe you do,” you swallow the lump sitting on your throat, “we need to nail these guys — we have all of New York, 1PP, and the D.A.’s office all breathing down our necks — it needs to be airtight,” you scan all of their faces, “unless all of you would like to take the heat?”
“I don’t think any of us want that, counselor,” Cragen cuts in, “we appreciate your help. We’ll let you know when we decide to go ahead with the sting.”
You nod curtly, intent on leaving the precinct as quickly as you could — the image of Bradford lunging at you still fresh and stinging — but nothing was that easy, “Counselor,” Munch was at your side, standing beside you at the elevators, as you pressed the button, “in a rush?”
“To go home? Yes,”
“I just wanted—”
“Wanted what, Munch? What do you want?” you sigh exasperatedly, fighting a losing battle for your voice not to break, “I’m not in the mood for a verbal sparring match, so why don’t we take a rain check?”
The elevator doors ding, and you step in, hoping to spare yourself the agony of a response, but he follows, the doors shutting behind him.
But surprisingly his voice was soft, “I wanted to make sure you were okay,”
“I’m fine,” you cross your arms, hoping that it would hold you together, until you got to your office, “I’m not scared of him, Munch—”
“I know you could kick his ass, counselor, I’m not asking you if you’re ready to go seven rounds in the ring with him—” he leans against the wall of the elevator, “I’m just asking if you’re alright.”
You raise an eyebrow, “John Munch asking me if I’m alright? No sarcastic remark?”
“I know, I’m surprised myself, I might have to ask Skoda to do a psych eval on me,” and you crack a smile, shaking your head.
“It was scary,” you admit, something you didn’t want to, “I’ve been threatened before — messages, verbally, even had a guy say he would kill my family—” you bite your lip, “but I never had someone try something, physically before.”
“It’s okay to have been scared, y’know,” the elevator doors ding, and you step out, shaking your head, “no one expects you to be strong all the time, counselor.”
And you pause, looking back at him, “But I do,” you blink away the tears, “good night, detective.”
~~~
“It’s too risky!” you ignore Munch, continuing to fix your makeup, “You saw how you acted when Bradford lunged at you — why—”
“I would do anything to make sure these men get put away,” you finish your makeup, grabbing the outfit Liv had handed you, “and that includes this.”
This being an undercover operation designed to get names of victims, ages, and dates if possible, before arresting the group for exchanging pictures and videos of their crimes.
“Putting yourself in the middle of this chaos? You’re being reckless—”
You slide past him and into a bathroom stall, “I know what I’m doing,”
“Do you? Do you know how many things could go wrong?” he continues, “I could list them for you for posterity — assault, battery, rape, and let’s not forget murder—”
“I don’t think Liv will let me get murdered when she’s in the room with me, and I would you, Fin, Stabler, and the Captain wouldn’t either—”
“Things go wrong on these ops, counselor — the field isn’t as safe as a courtroom — court officers, a metal detector right outside—”
His words fail when the door swings open, a skin tight bodysuit clung to your figure, crimson, just as his ears nearly were, his eyes raking over your outfit, before finding their way back to your raised brows, “You were saying?”
He stumbles over his words, “I was saying that—” you cross your arms, waiting and he finds himself distracted all over again, before he shakes himself from his stupor, “I was saying that this is too dangerous—”
“Munch—” you cut him off, “I appreciate your concern, really I do, but I’m going to nail these guys anyway I can, so you can’t change my mind,” your hand finds his shoulder, squeezing, “but I can count on you to have my back right?”
He simmers, sighing, his eyes softening, “Of course,” and you squeeze his shoulder, and he calls after you as you head towards the squadroom, “I just hope they taught you taekwondo in law school,”
“And I hope you know by ‘having my back,’ I meant more than my ass,” you flash him a smile over your shoulder, shaking your head, and flexing your fingers.
It would be fine.
You would be fine.
~~~
It wasn’t fine. He couldn’t find you.
“Where is he? Where is that son of a bitch, he took—”
“Munch, calm down,” Liv starts, and he’s shaking his head, his finger in his face.
“You were supposed to watch them, you were supposed to—”
“Hey, Munch,” Elliot cuts between him and his partner, his hand on his shoulder, “we all were there, Bradford slipped out during the raid, there wasn’t anything we could do. We’re going to find them.”
Munch brushes him away, finding Fin, “Where are we on Bradford?”
“Got him sneaking out during the takedown,” Fin points you out in the crowd, “looks like he had a knife pressed against counselor’s back, just out of view.”
“How the hell did that scum sucking, gangrenous low life of a—”
“Looks like he stole it off one of his buddies he was setting up,” Fin rewinds the tape, and points it out, “lifts it right from his pocket.”
“Where does he go?” Fin fast forwards, until he gets to the cameras outside, shooting from the van itself.
“He steals a car down the street, must belong to that brownstone,” Fin shoves the equipment at another officer, “Let’s get the license plate and get a bolo out.”
Liv and Elliot join the two of them, handing a report to Fin, “We got a list of places that Bradford was known to hang out at—”
“What are we waiting for?” Munch brushes past them to the car, rounding the car to the driver’s seat, pulling it open, before Fin stops him.
“I’m driving,” Fin says, holding his hand, and Munch opens his mouth to rebut, “do we really have time to argue right now?”
Munch glares at him, before handing him the keys, “You better not abide by any traffic laws,”
“Do I ever?”
~~~
“Can we go any faster than this? I swear my great uncle could drive faster than this,” Munch expects his partner to be angry, but he’s only sighing and shaking his head, “what?”
And Fin side eyes him, “If you’re in love with—”
Munch gapes at him, “I’m not—”
“--then why don’t you just say something, man?” Fin scoffs, “you can deny it all you want, explain it away with one of your crazy ass conspiracy theories, but it’s there, John.”
Munch pulls off his glasses, running his hand over his face, fingers resting right below his nose, “You know every time I got married, I thought I was in love,”
“I know, and then your ex-wives screwed you — what about it?”
“This is different,” he sighs, “and I don’t want to admit that to myself.”
“What’s so bad about that, Munch? You want to try again,” and Munch is shaking his head.
“You know a psychiatrist once told me that the reason all my marriages failed was because I chose women who were spoiled, beautiful, and not my intellectual equal?”
“Meeting some of your ex-wives, I could believe that,” Fin’s eyes fall back to the road, “what’s your point?”
Your name slips from his lips, “this is different — this is someone’s who's my equal — smarter than me, beautiful— it could — we could be—” he cuts off, “I don’t know what I’ll do if I lose--” and he cuts off, sighing, “I don’t know.”
“Well that’s easy, John,” Fin pulls over, the car screeching as it does, “we won’t,” and he jerks his head, “whose car does that look like?” Munch calls in the car, unbuckling himself and slipping from the car, “We have to wait for back-up—”
“I’m not waiting—” before he adds, “you don’t have to come—”
“I’m not letting your bony ass get shot again,” Fin is already shutting the car door, pulling his gun out, “let’s go.”
~~~
“Are you scared now?” Bradford asks, circling you — a predator gauging its prey — no, he was simply playing with you now. Your wrists flex against your restraints, the wood grain of the chair digging into your skin the more you struggled, the rope around your wrists ungiving, “are you, counselor?”
It was rhetorical — judging by the tape stuck to your lips and the fact he continued to speak, and his fingers fist into your hair, pulling your head back, “Come on, no smart remarks now?”
Are you that stupid that you’ve forgotten that you taped my mouth over?
No, wait he was that stupid.
And he slaps you — the sting of his palm against your cheek dazes you a moment, and then his fist lands a blow in your stomach, choking on the same air you breathed, tears burning before slipping down your cheeks.
“Do you think this is bad?” and now he’s holding your face between his fingers, nails digging into your cheeks, and he grins, a shiver going down your spine, “just wait.” And he disappears a moment, his shadowy figure rifling through a bag on a table.
Your eyes darted around, looking for something that could help you, something to help you escape, but nothing was within reach. Your chest squeezed — what if you died here? What if you never saw your family again? What if you never saw your friends again? What if they never found your body? Fear claws up your throat, eyes burning.
What if they found your body?
What if Munch found your body?
You had promised him you’d be careful, but you were careless. You didn’t watch Bradford close enough, you didn’t stick with Liv, you were stupid — so stupid.
And you wondered if he’d rape you before he was done — if they would find your body like so many victims that came across your desk. You wondered if he’d kill you at all — or just let you live with the memories of his torture.
And you didn’t know what was worse.
But then something clatters in the distance, and his head is whipping around, there are footsteps, and he’s grabbing a knife, cutting your restraints free, “Come here bitch,” he mutters, hurrying to cut the ropes, at your feet before moving to the ones at your wrists, “they aren’t taking me before I get a chance to slit your throat.”
Blood roaring in your ears, you know you have to do something — he’s almost done cutting the last rope at your wrist. You couldn’t wait for help.
You rear your head back, before smashing it into his, hard. His groan gets caught in his throat, as you lunge for the knife, the handle within grasp of your fingers, and you’re trying to crawl away, a deep ache in your skull. You’re stumbling to your feet, but his fingers close around your ankle.
“I should have fucking killed you from the start,” and you kick him with your free foot, hearing him scream and the satisfying crack of his nose breaking, gripping the knife in your hand and pushing yourself to your feet.
And you rip the tape from your mouth, “Get the fuck away from me!” you point the knife at him, heart pounding against your ribcage, as he lays clutching his bloody nose.
But he’s still getting to his feet, “You better hand over that fucking knife—”
“You better not take another step before I blow your brains out,” and suddenly Fin and Munch are there, Fin stepping forward to arrest Bradford, as Munch is beside you.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” and he’s trying to ease the knife out of your fingers, but you won’t let go, “let go of the knife, it’s okay,” he’s murmuring in your ear, slipping the knife from your fingers, “you’re okay. I got you.”
Your knees are buckling, and he’s holding you, your head buried in his chest, “I thought he was going to—”
“I know,” he says softly, “I know, but you’re okay.”
“Because of you,” And he’s helping you up, and police sirens in the distance, as he helps you out of the building, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he whispers, “I’m sorry,”
“For what?” and his arm around you squeezes you gently.
“For not saving you sooner,” And suddenly EMS and police are flooding the scene, Fin is shoving Bradford into a car. And you spot him, glaring, but Munch steps between his view, his arm around your shoulders, “don’t bother with that scum. He’s not worth it.”
And he wasn’t — you knew he wasn’t, but you know that you wouldn’t be able to prosecute him now. But, you craned your neck to watch him be taken away, you wanted to see the bastard get put away at least.
It’s over, you tell yourself as you rest your head against Munch’s shoulder.
It was over.
~~~
“I just want to go home,” you shake your head, but he pulls you along regardless, protesting all the same.
“Just let them look at you, please?” he asks, “if only for my sanity.”
And you scoff softly, “I thought you lost that a long time ago,”
“There’s that wit,” he replies, and you go with him, fingers intertwined with his. E.M.S. examines you, insisting on taking you to the hospital for a possible concussion. But you don’t want to — you just want to sleep, you want to take a shower, you want to forget this ever happened—
“Please just let me go,” you’re pleading with him, tears slipping down your cheeks, “John, please let me go home.” and he’s wavering for a moment, before his hand is on your shoulder, gently pushing you back down.
“I can’t, and you know that, counselor,” he never wanted to see you cry like this, he never wanted to see you as a victim — because you aren’t just another victim at his desk or in photos spread across his desk — you were you.
But you were also a victim now.
“Why not?” you lie against the pillow in defeat, tears slipping down your cheeks, and he’s leaning down to your level, running his fingers through your hair.
“Because you’re hurt, and you need to be seen. I don’t trust doctors as much as the next conspiracy nut, but you still need to see one,” he tilts his head, “do you want me to come?”
And you’re blinking back tears, before nodding, “I’m sorry, I’m—”
“Don’t apologize,” he’s wiping your tears away, “don’t ever apologize for this.”
~~~
You don’t remember much else — it’s a blur of testing, until finally they let you sleep. And you don’t know how long you sleep. But you don’t dream, and for that much, you’re thankful. You awake to the low hum of hospital machinery, and quiet voices in the room. And you blink, the fluorescents much too bright for you, and your eyes flutter shut again, before not before voices creep in.
“—been asleep?”
“It’s been a few hours,” Munch whispers, assumedly trying to keep from waking you, but that was out of the question already, “docs gave something for sleep.”
“Have you said anything yet?” and it’s Fin asking.
“When? In between the ambulance ride here and the C.A.T. scan and the fifty other tests they ran?” Munch replies drily, sighing, “it’s not the right time,”
“You know there’s never going to be a right time, John,” and you’re grateful that you’re turned away from them, your brow furrowed, their voices growing louder, “you have to say something or is counselor a mind reader now?”
“Well—”
“Don’t spout another conspiracy theory or you’ll be the one in the hospital bed,” you could almost see Fin crossing his arms.
“You know that psychiatrist also told me I could make a conspiracy theory from a five-year-old’s lemonade stand,”
Fin raises an eyebrow, “Well now that I believe,”
“What am I supposed to say?” Munch asks, “‘hi, I know you almost just died, but I think I’m in love with you?’”
And your eyes snap open, the air sucked straight from your lungs — “It can be that simple,”
He was in love with you? John Munch was in love with you. Your heart squeezed at the thought — you hadn’t a clue that he was. You knew he cared — but you didn’t know he… loved you.
“Nothing is ever that simple,” and you turn around, the words leaving your lips without a thought.
“It can be, John,” and both him and Fin’s gazes snap to you, a small smile on your lips, “if you let it be.”
Munch is staring at you slack jawed, while Fin is grinning, elbowing him, “I’ll leave you two alone,” before he adds, “remember that there is an officer at the door—”
“Fin—” and he’s gone, disappearing out of the door, and Munch is wiping a hand down his face, his cheeks flushed red, “so how much of that—”
“All of it,” and he’s covering his hands with his face, “for someone who claims to be so evolved, you’re very cute when you’re embarrassed,”
“I’m cute?” he repeats, and you hold out your hand to him, and he’s staring a moment — as if he can’t believe it — before taking your hand, “how cute?”
You snort, “Just cute enough, don’t go getting an ego,”
“You’re sure it’s not just the concussion? And the almost dying?” and you roll your eyes, tugging him closer, by his coat’s lapel, and he’s whispering your name.
“How’s this for an answer?” and you kiss him — his lips barely brush yours a moment, but he’s already pulling you back in, parting and meeting until you hold him there a moment, fingers twisting in the hair resting on the small of his neck, “John—” you breath against his lips.
“I don’t understand why…” he whispers, your foreheads brushing.
“Why...?”
“I don’t understand why me,” his fingers cup your cheek gently, as if you’d disappear between his fingers, “you could be with anyone — why would you choose this paranoid, old detective?”
“Because it’s you,” you softly chuckle, and you draw your lips to his again, “and I wouldn’t want you any other way,” before you add, “except maybe sharing your feelings more so I don’t have to overhear any other conversations to know how you’re feeling.”
“I could say the same to you, counselor,”
“Excuse me, I said how I felt first,” you gape at him, in mock offense.
“Only after hearing how I felt,” but you shrug, smiling as your noses brush.
“Still, I was the first, so suck it,” you reply, and he laughs, a warm sound that makes your chest stir.
“Oh,” his lips brush yours, a smile on his lips, “I’m gonna suck something.”
#john munch#john munch x reader#john munch imagines#john munch fanfiction#svu imagines#svu#law and order: svu#what the fuck is this dkfsnjfn
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not sure if u are still taking this but, celebrity/fan au for JUKEE 🤭
Okay this one's a little involved but I got you!
Rated T for mentions of sex and maybe some language
SEND ME A SHIP AND A NUMBER AND I’LL WRITE A SHORT FIC
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Julie tugs against the rather short dress Flynn had squeezed her in, not caring for how much she looks like a glorified candy wrapper in the shimmering gold.
She feels like she's some Ferrer Roche, waiting to be devoured.
Which seems to be her intention for tonight because she's insane, and so is her bestie Flynn, because she's supposed to grab the attention of a certain someone in this club.
Her motives for tonight sound like they come straight out of a Wattpad story, but her boyfriend- or well maybe an ex boyfriend now'- forced her hand.
So a year ago, right around the time they started dating, they both disclosed their 'hall passes'. Just a list of celebrities they were both 'allowed' to cheat on their partners with. It was fun. Just to see who the other person would pick.
It was harmless because the whole point is that these people are so famous, so far out of reach, that the odds of hooking up with them would be essentially impossible.
Nick's was the lead singer of the world famous pop group Dirty Candi. And Julie remembers drunkenly applauding the choice ("She's pretty! Wowww you like them Bubblegum Pop girls?")
They had a laugh that night and Julie doesn't really consider that hall pass conversation all that much since then-
-Until fast forward to last week when Nick disclosed to her that he ran into Carrie Wilson at an event. And then promptly disclosed to her that he invoked his 'Hall Pass' rights.
His rights?! She had exploded at him, and he claims that its no big deal. That he thought she would understand that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, a crazy set of circumstances, and that- 'Holy shit Jules, she was actually into me. Like what?'
Understandably, Julie stormed out and has been staying with Flynn for the time being. And it must have been the haze of crying and watching a lot of true crime series to cheer herself up that she and Flynn concocted this... plan.
One fueled by spite and pettiness.
Get back at Nick, make him jealous, make him feel how she did- by invoking her own 'Hall Pass' rights-
-which so happens to be Sunset Curve frontman, Luke Patterson...
"There he is" Flynn whispers from their corner of the club and Julie gulps.
"I don't think I can do this," Julie hisses at Flynn, when they spot him at the bar, nursing a drink with his bandmates like he usually would (they did their research).
See, Julie’s been a fan of Luke’s for a long time. Ever since she heard ‘Now or Never’ in freshman year of high school, she’s been hooked onto their music- especially Luke and his voice and playing.
She had their posters on her bedroom wall and had been that girl who would (when no one’s looking) press her fingers to her lips then press them against Luke’s image before going to bed.
It was that bad.
And Julie had probably fantasized on more than one occasion of meeting him and all the other scenarios you would picture in a typical Celeb x Reader scenario.
And she’d like to think she grew out of it, now she’s in her mid-twenties and just casually listens to Sunset Curve, following up on their careers every now and then.
But you can never really shake your first major celebrity crush. Hence he had been on her so called ‘Hall Pass’ list.
(”You into rockstars, Jules?” Nick had teased her that night.)
Seeing him there, in the same place as her, is so surreal, but Flynn’s continued pinches to her arm remind her just how real this is.
“This is ridiculous,” Julie crosses her arms, ready to bow out because what is she thinking? Why would Luke Patterson pick her up, of all people, at the bar? It’s like a supermodel runway in here, filled with girls more accomplished and famous. Her confidence is shaken a bit and she rethinks everything.
"Nick didn't seem to have a problem when he did it," Flynn points out, “And girl, you look great. He would be blind to not want you.”
The mention of Nick still boils her blood, which only reaffirms her plans for revenge. She’s still nervous but they both stand up from their booth and walk over to the bar.
“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend,”
“No. You’re musician extraordinaire, Julie Molina! The world may not have heard about you, but they will one day. I bet that’s something you can talk to him about. Music? Lyrics?”
Julie could use her songwriting credentials to her advantage, “I mean I guess-”
“Quick, he’s getting up!”
“Flynn, wait I’m not-”
With a forceful push, Flynn sends Julie into the path of Luke Patterson, colliding into him and effectively spilling his drink all over her dress.
“Oh my god,” Luke gapes at her, “I am so sorry-”
Julie fans herself, shaking slightly from the fact she’s drenched and also that her freakin’ high school celebrity crush is looking at her, actually talking to her.
But she recovers quickly, and she speaks, “It’s fine. Really. I guess I’m just... clumsy.” She shoots a glare at Flynn, who merely winks and retreats to their booth.
Luke grimaces and takes her by the hand, leading her somewhere, napkins in his other hand, “Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Again, I’m sorry. Hate to ruin a pretty... dress.”
It’s the way he eyes her that catches Julie off guard. He’s... not talking about the dress, is he?
Julie reels it back in tries her hand at a joke, “I wouldn’t call this a dress. I feel like fancy leftovers in this thing.”
Luke stifles a laugh, “Okay, I mean I wasn’t gonna say anything but yeah. I guess it’s a bit tin foil-y.”
“Not your style?”
His gaze drifts over to her one last time, “Well, any way to take a meal back home is fine by me. I mean-” Luke scrunches his nose, wincing, “I didn’t- I didn’t mean it like that. Shit. That was too... much. Are we-” he laughs nervously, “Are we still... talking about food?”
“Unless you just called me a meal. Then no.”
The look in his eyes say that he’s absolutely mortified, “...yeah. I think I did. I was hoping that was a nightmare.”
“Nope, it definitely happened,”
“Feel free to slap me,”
Julie giggles, somewhat delirious because she hasn’t tried to flirt with him but here Luke is, flirting with her. Or trying. And failing. Like a far cry from the suave rockstar she had pictured him to be.
“No need. Just, can you-?” she points to the napkins he’s holding hostage.
“Oh yeah. Here,” They stop in front of the coat check, and he hands her the napkins so she could try herself off with the best she can.
Suddenly, a weight falls onto her shoulders, she looks up and sees Luke draping a jacket over her- his presumably.
“You looked cold,”
Julie wraps the jacket tight against her, relishing in the warmth, “Wow, thanks.”
Luke smiled and stepped back, “Just so you know, if I made you feel weird in any way, I’d like to throw out my third ‘sorry’ of the night. Nothing has to happen though. So, just say the word and I’ll leave you alone.”
Whew. Um, okay. Julie stands there, faced with this decision.
The compliments aside (she will revisit those later), Luke’s giving her an out. Any reservations she has about moving forward with this plan, this is her chance to leave.
She could just treasure these amazing few minutes for the rest of her life. This could be a story to tell friends at a dinner party, about the time a rockstar lent her his jacket. Would be up there with the time Jack Black passed her on the street and said “Nice hat!”.
But-
Maybe she wants to see where this goes.
“All this talk about food is making me hungry though...” she says and Luke lights up, “I could go for a bite to eat.”
Luke snaps his fingers, “I know just the place.”
*******
Half an hour later, Julie and Flynn are in a smelly alleyway with the guys from Sunset Curve, in line for a street dog cart just a couple blocks away.
“An Oldsmobile?” Julie gawked after hearing Luke and the guys describe the delicacy, “Are you trying to poison me?”
“I swear by it,” Luke insists, taking her hand and moving them up in the line. Flynn sees this and doesn’t comment, but Julie’s starting to get used to Luke doing that, “You have to try!”
Julie doesn't know when she got over her initial starstruck, but by now its so easy to treat Luke like a regular person.
Well, celebrities are all regular people in the end, but more so now that he and his friends, have their sleeves rolled up, smiles wide, ready to dig into what may be the most disgusting hot dog she has ever seen.
Julie takes a bite out of hers and her eyes widen. Wow. It's not terrible.
"Ayy! We got another one, boys" Reggie laughs, noting her reaction.
"Told ya" Luke needles her sides and she giggles, ticklish. Her knee jerk reaction is to playfully shove him, but in the process accidentally smeared some mustard onto his face.
Luke goes to lick it off with his tongue, making funny faces as he did which amused Julie even more.
"Here," she takes a napkin and wipes at his cheek, "Now we're even."
The whole group gets to talking over by the couches, while Flynn chats up the other boys, Julie and Luke are sequestered in their own corner, and yes, eventually the topic switches to music.
"Wait, so you know Rose and the Petal Pushers?" Luke chokes out, "Like everyone I talk to hasn't heard of them!"
"Yup. Have their record actually" Julie beams proudly, censoring out the part that its her mom's band and hence she has one of the few records ever released.
Luke is floored by that and continues to poke her brain for music and Julie finds that their spiels go on naturally, that she could probably talk with Luke for hours and hours.
Which ends up happening. Flynn had already made her escape, having texted her to come home safely, the boys had gone too, leaving them in the nearly empty lot.
When the food truck closes down for the night, they end up taking a stroll down the streets of L.A, talking and getting to know each other.
Julie learns so much about Luke, things she's never heard about from the press- like his songwriting practice, that he cries at Finding Nemo, and that he can do a cartwheel only when drunk.
And in return Julie shares with him her crazy college stories, how she misses her mom sometimes, and that she is encyclopedia of commercial jingles (a fact Luke exploits by rapidly quizzing her at random moments)
Somehow they end up near the beach, with Julie pointing out the different stars she could see, but finds that Luke isn't looking at the sky.
"Hey, Julie..." He gets her attention, "I had a really good time tonight."
"Me too"
"So... would it be alright, if I kiss you?"
Julie's mouth parts, speechless. It happened. Holy shit it happened or... is happening. She has Luke exactly where she wants him.
She could only nod and Luke takes it as the sign to lean in, but just as his lips is about to brush against hers, she freaks-
"Wait" she steps back. Luke opens his mouth, "No. No more 'sorry's from you. This one's one me. I'm sorry but... this- this" She sighs, "I have to be honest with you."
Then she tells Luke everything- Nick, The Hall Pass, her plans for tonight- basically admitting to using him.
When she's done, she expects for Luke to get angry, to leave in a huff and never want to see her again.
That's not what happens.
"This Nick guy sounds like a piece of work" he says.
Julie nods slowly, "Yeah... I guess he was. So maybe that's why I did it. But I don't think I could have gone through with it. Like I don't think we're together, me and Nick but-"
"You wouldn't want to do what he did. Because you don't want to hurt people," Luke surmises, understanding, "And by doing that, that means you're a better person than he is."
"I guess"
"No Julie, you're a good person" Luke insists, "Man, I think that makes me like you even more."
Julie laughs, "God, if my high school self could see me now..."
"You were a big fan?"
"I'm not having this conversation right now with you,"
"Okay cuz now you got me curious-"
Julie swats his shoulder but it doesn't deter the guy from snickering.
On a more serious note though-
"I think..." Julie hums, "I think this means that I got some stuff to work through. Before I could start considering... this."
"I understand"
"But thank you... Luke. For tonight"
"It's been real, Julie,"Luke smiles and pulls her in for a half hug, "And you should keep the jacket. Looks better on you anyway."
****
Julie goes back to Flynn's that night and her bestie's still awake, wanting all the deets. But there's not much to tell. Nothing happened.
She shrugs off the jacket and resigns to the couch, not caring that her makeup is still on. She's about ready to pass out.
Her phone dings.
She pulls it out and sees two notifications.
luke_patterson is now following you
luke_patterson is requesting to message you.
Curious, she accepts the request.
'here if you want to talk, Tin Foil :P'
Julie rolls her eyes and collapses onto the couch, sleeping with a smile on her face.
She doesn't know it now, but the oncoming years would be filled with more messages back and forth, meetups with their friends for more shady street food, building a solid foundation of friendship and eventually, when Luke asks again if he could kiss her, Julie would eagerly prop herself on her toes to close the gap.
Yeah, Julie's high school self would definitely be screaming...
#jatp#julie and the phantoms#juke#julie molina#luke patterson#luke x julie#julie x luke#this one turned into an actual fic wtf#lol#i got carried away#long post#blue answers asks#celebrity/fan au
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Hi, how are you? Your blog is amazing and your recommendations have already allowed me to read wonderful stories, so thank you so much! I wonder if you could suggest me any cherik fics of them as detectives? I remember reading one a long time ago, but unfortunately I don't know the name and even less the synopsis. Thank you in advance for your help.
Thank you so much @remember5novemberv for your kind words. I'm so sorry this took me so long but I hope you enjoy this list. There are some excellent detective AUs in this fandom so you're in for a treat.
Cherik Detective AUs
Their Mouths Always Lie – keire_ke
Summary: Charles adheres to most police protocols like they are a personal code of conduct. Erik gets things done and over with, for better or worse. Raven knows what she's doing, most of the time. The serial killer kills, regardless. Police AU.
Guilty by Association – Reagan
Summary: While investigating the homicide of a John Doe who he suspects might've been murdered while working the streets as a prostitute, Detective Erik Lehnsherr finds an unexpected ally in a hooker named Charles who seems as determined as he to solve the case. As they become more deeply involved both with the case and each other, there's just one thing that Charles neglects to mention -- that he's really an investigative journalist, one quickly convinced that what they're dealing with is more than simple murder. cop!Erik, fake-hooker-slash-reporter!Charles, Modern AU.
Incy Wincy Spider – Tawabids
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a renowned homicide detective, with his husband Charles at home and his partner on the job, Moira MacTaggert. When a twisted serial killer starts targeting mutants, Erik and Moira are the perfect team for the job, especially since Erik himself is the mutant poster-boy of an NYPD trying to improve their image.
But what they don't yet know is that the serial killer is an old soul out of Erik's past, and his next move is to pull Charles into his web.
The Theory of Partnership Dynamics – Pangea
Summary: “Detective Lehnsherr, how wonderful to see you out on the job!” The fed in the front greets him as they draw nearer. He’s shorter than the other two by a full head, and he’s beaming at Lehnsherr as if completely undeterred by Lehnsherr’s paint-peeling scowl.
“What do the feds want?” Lehnsherr asks bluntly.
“You know I can’t tell you that,” the fed answers cheerfully. Then his gaze lands on Alex, and, impossibly, his grin gets even brighter. “Did you get a new partner?"
“No,” Lehnsherr says through his teeth while at the same time Alex says, “Yes.”
Charles’ Killer – luchia
Summary: When detective Charles Xavier finds himself hunting down a vendetta-driven serial killer, it doesn't take long for him to realize he's in over his head. It only takes a little longer for him to realize his killer is, too.
Demoted – JayPendragon
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is a detective-specialist with the NYPD Mutant Tactical Unit, ready to help out where his skills are needed. Or he would be, if he and his partner hadn’t been demoted. For the next four months, he is patrolling the Lenox Hill precinct with Azazel – if he doesn’t die of boredom first.
One night they are called in to investigate a potential case of domestic violence, yet the tenant assures them he is both alone and unharmed. However, there is something about this Charles Xavier that compels Erik to follow up.
Watching the Detectives – Clocks
Summary: Detectives Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr are good friends and colleagues. However, when they go undercover at a Christmas party to nab a prime suspect, Erik keeps reminding himself to stay professional and ignore feelings of unexpected jealousy.
Oh, Sinnerman (Where you gonna run to?) – TintagelCastle (orphan–account)
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr is one of the best homicide detectives in New York. From small time stabbings to high end mob hits, Erik (and his equally scary partner Logan) makes sure all the bad guys get caught, searching for the final clue to nail his mother's killer. As a string of murders draws the net ever tighter on Erik's life's work, he needs to catch the nightmare of his past whilst continuing to be the darling of the Force...
And so what if he's completely in love with the British guy on Forensics? Who's he ever going to tell?
Wrap up my bones – waifornight
Summary: Damaged detective Erik Lehnsherr is grimly searching for a serial killer whose victims all have extraordinary gifts. But without any clues or leads he and his partner Logan are in the dark. Until Charles Xavier, abducted by the killer, escapes. Together Erik and Charles must confront something far darker than either of them had ever imagined.
Alternate Universe loosely based off the crime movie Kiss the Girls.
I’ll see your heart (and I’ll race you mine) – sirona
Summary: For Kriminalhauptkommissar Erik Lehnsherr, this case will change everything.
Paralyzer – Yahtzee
Summary: In 1965, Erik Lehnsherr has infiltrated the NYPD for his own purposes -- but his powers make him a brilliant detective. Yet that's not why FBI agent Charles Xavier has sought him out. It's because the mysterious killer they're both trying to find is murdering people like them: other mutants.
Their search for a madman binds them together. Their inner demons may tear them apart. But the greatest danger comes when the killer they're looking for looks back.
Wrap up my bones – waifornight
Summary: Damaged detective Erik Lehnsherr is grimly searching for a serial killer whose victims all have extraordinary gifts. But without any clues or leads he and his partner Logan are in the dark. Until Charles Xavier, abducted by the killer, escapes. Together Erik and Charles must confront something far darker than either of them had ever imagined.
Alternate Universe loosely based off the crime movie Kiss the Girls.
The Long Bright Dark – lachatblanche
Summary: Ten years ago Detectives Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr closed the case on a grotesque series of murders that continue to haunt them even in the present day. When they are pulled in for questioning a decade later, they finally have confirmation of something that they have both suspected for a very long time - that there is unfinished business for them to take care of and that the case they thought they had closed so very long ago is in reality still all too open.
A True Detective AU.
Finding North – ClarkeStetler, Goosenik
Summary: Charles and Erik are (loosely) friends with benefits. They don't share personal details, last names, or anything concrete about their lives. This is ruined rather spectacularly when Charles gets recruited by the Mutant Apprehension Division of the FBI. Surprised is a bit of an understatement for their reaction to finding themselves partnered up and sent out on cases with the team.
Closer (to God) – dsrobertson
Summary: Se7en/The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo AU-ish.
Political journalist and editor, Erik Lehnsherr, has just lost £150,000 in a libel case against businessman, Kurt Marko. Down on his luck and in need of money, Erik is approached by the Metropolitan Police’s Detective Inspector Charles Xavier. Well-known for his investigative journalism, Erik is asked to help in the search for a serial killer in return for £200,000 if the killer is caught.
Wrapped up in murder, religion, and sex, Erik gets more than he bargained for.
Homo Sacer – unveiled
Summary: In a not too distant future, Detective Erik Lehnsherr meets Charles Xavier: street magician, former academician, and telepath.
One Good Day – troll_under_the_bridge
Summary: One case which is going to turn Charles' world upside down, while he struggles to pacify his boss, investigate murders and come to terms with the mess his life has become.
Playing With Fire – professor
Summary: Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.
If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.
Hold on or let go – aesc, pearl_o
Summary: Teenage telepath Charles Xavier takes a job as a consultant, working with prickly police detective Erik Lehnsherr. Charles is used to being on his own and taking care of himself; he has no reason to think that his relationship with this stern, icy man is going to change any of that. (Also known as: Tough Little Baby Telepath.)
MCIS: First Case – Pookaseraph
Summary: Erik Lehnsherr considers himself a great MCIS agent, and he puts up with a lot from his boss - Moira MacTaggart - in the name of solving crimes against mutants, but he's not so sure about this new empath, Charles Xavier. Their first case together will test Erik's patience, but doubtless be the beginning of a brilliant friendship.
MCIS: Fathers, Sons, and Brothers – Pookaseraph
Summary: Alex Summers has a single case that he has obsessed about ever since coming to MCIS two years ago: Su-M-94-0708-0034, the murder of Christopher and Katherine Summers, and the presumed kidnapping and possible murder of Scott Summers. Very little evidence was found at the time, but hopefully a new team - and new leads - can shed light on the case that left Alex an orphan.
When the Crazies come to town – Chinchillaatthedisc0
Summary: Erik is a surly detective with zero people skills who has just been assigned the murder case of Kurt Marko. Prime suspect? Charles xavier. Who's no where to be found.
My old man is a bad man – faerie_ground
Summary: Sebastian Shaw dies at two am in the morning with a dagger embedded in his forehead. Detective Erik Lehnsherr is on the case, and the number one suspect is the recently widowed Dr Charles Xavier, Sebastian Shaw's husband.
Deep Cover – Subtilior
Summary: Omegas in heat? The perfect whores. Sebastian Shaw? The bastard who kidnaps them for his Hellfire Club. Erik Lehnsherr? A hard-boiled detective who's been on the Hellfire case for months. The catastrophe that unfolds when he goes in on retrieval and finds Charles Xavier still writhing in a Hellfire bed? .... Deep Cover.
A Murder of Ravens – AbandonedWorld
Summary:Charles Xavier is wrongfully accused. Erik Lehnsherr is a top-notch homicide Lieutenant who stumbles upon the case of a lifetime: a serial killer targeting mutants–and only mutants. Charles bides his incarceration waiting on a miracle, reciting Poe's timeless gem in effort to retain his sanity...
Note: Unfinished
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