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agi-ppangx · 11 months

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I have a question…? Could u do a part 2 to the “finding put ur pregnant with minho” where reader and minho plan a fun way to tell the other 7 that they’re pregnant and the kids react in a happy way and how they’re gonna be amazing uncles and stuff?

Thank you in advance 🫶

oh my god my first ask ever !! thank u so much for submitting ‹3 i wrote it in the middle of the night so please excuse all typos and grammar mistakes >< hopefully this is what you wanted, i tried to make it fun and chaotic :D please let me know if you liked it !

part one | part three

feedback and reblogs highly appreciated🫶🏽

you and minho found out you're pregnant a while ago. the past few weeks were really busy for both of you - going to the doctors, learning about pregnancy and reading about babies and overall implementing a new lifestyle. you've told your parents about the baby as soon as you have been confirmed by your doctor that you are pregnant. however, you decided to wait a while before telling anyone else just to make sure your pregnancy is safe.

now you were about to enter the second trimester and you and minho decided to finally tell the boys about the baby, since the bump was starting to show a little bit. but minho being minho didn't want to just say "hey, just so you know - y/n is pregnant and we're about to be parents" - no, he wanted to do it in a bit of a fun way. that being said, you two organised a little game night with the boys, wanting to share the news during charades.

when they arrived you started with some board games to set the mood. all of you were chatting and joking around, no one suspected anything. jisung and hyunjin asked you a few times if you wanted to grab some beer with them and you came out with some lame excuses, like "sorry, i'm not feeling well now" or "nah, i'm good, i have my orange juice" and they were looking at you suspiciously, but said nothing. after what felt like a hundredth question about beer, you announced that it's time to play charades. minho looked at you and smiled a bit, knowing whats about to happen.

chan went first, pretending to be michael jackson. you laughed a little at his impression since he didn't really know how to do the moonwalk but tried nonetheless. then there was hyunjin, trying to do an impression of bob ross, but it resulted in seungmin making fun of him for a good ten minutes. "okay, now it's my turn,'' minho exclaimed and stood in front of you. "i'm gonna make an impression of someone in this room," he added and he proceed to do his best at pretending to be you - he brushed his non-existent long hair out of his face and imitated your giggling. and then he started to show his non-existent pregnancy belly with his hands. you were trying not to smile, but then the boys started talking. "hey, you said it's someone in this room" jisung yelled and pointed a finger at minho. "he's right, no one ate so much food!" jeongin added at which you started grinning. "right? and the only person who could be pregnant is y/n and-" chan started, but quickly stopped in his tracks when he realised. he turned to you and stared at your face with disbelief, the boys following after him. "y/n, is there anything you wanna tell us?" the boys were staring at you, their bewildered faces making you laugh out loud. minho walked to you and sat by your side, giggling with you at how ridiculously funny the boys looked. when you calmed down a bit, you finally decided to answer their question. "i think you've already realised, but yes, there is something we wanna tell you guys" you started and took minho's hand, suddenly feeling a bit anxious. you took a deep breath and continued, "we are going to have a baby and no - we're not getting a fourth cat" you stated, squeezing minho's hand in yours. the boys looked at you two for a while and then the chaos began. they started yelling and jumping all around your living room. "oh my god, y/n thats amazing! congratulations!" chan said loudly, trying to shout over the rest. "we're gonna be uncles! yeah!" felix started screaming, visibly overjoyed by the news. he then proceeded to trap you in a tight hug, making sure not to squeeze you too hard. the rest of the boys followed him and soon after all of them were hugging you. you didn't see much besides their heads, but when you stood on your tiptoes you managed to take a glance at minho - he was standing next to all of you, his face lit up in a huge grin. "okay boys, let me breathe," you chuckled, feeling quite overwhelmed with their love. "oh my god, of course! hey, stop hugging her!" changbin screamed, suddenly protecting you from the boys. jisung was the last one to break the hug, which he did only because chan used force to get him away from you. "c'mon y/n, have a seat, you have to rest," felix exclaimed, leading you to the couch. you giggled again - you found it adorable how they became so protective over you in the span of ten minutes. "do you need anything? like baby clothes or a stroller? wait, we can help you to arrange a nursery!" changbin started to ramble. "and we can buy you all the essentials, like diapers and baby formula," seungmin added, getting his phone to write down a shopping list. "oh, can i teach your kid how to ride a bike? pleeeease!" jisung begged. "okay, slow down everybody," minho finally spoke, trying to control the situation. "y/n is fine, everything is fine, she's only like twelve weeks pregnant, we have plenty of time to plan everything and no - i will be the one to teach them that," he added, hoping that the boys would quiet down. "minho's right, we're fine by now. but im glad our baby will have such amazing uncles,'' you assured the boys, grinning widely. even though the boys' reaction made you laugh for the next few days, you were happy that you had their support. you and minho were nervous about the whole pregnancy thing, but their will to help and be there for both of you made you think that after all universe made a perfect plan for you.

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hearts4juzi · 5 months

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I honestly hate how the fandom treats Michael as a hero and I'm seeing posts about it so I feel a liiiittle better talkign about it

my moots are holding back, i can tell. but hes my favorite so im not. and im a little pissed writing this bc. bc i relate to cc a lot. and seeing ppl mischaracterize not only my favorite character but also someone who reminds me of people who fucking suck drives me INSANE.

so psa, im pissed as fuck and i love michael afton.

First off, he killed Evan. That's obvious. Not only was that literall 100% his fault (NOT WILLIAMS IT PISSES ME OFF WHEN PPL MAKE THAT ALL ABOUT WILLIAM SHUT THE FUVCK UP

he was a bully. yeah he was a kid. yeah he was messing with him. Have you considered he was literally. abusive to his brother. i know the fnaf fandom is scared of using that word to describe him but its fucking true. he was abusive. as fuck. that was awful what he did he wasnt just a bully he harassed him and literally locked him in his room. he was fucking horrible.

and yeah, he didnt mean for that to happen, but not only was that stupid as fuck, i hate any interpritation of "he wanted to be like his dad" "his friends coerced him" PLAY FNAF 4. PLAY FNAF 4. FUCKING PLAY FNAF 4 LOOK AT HIS DIALOGUE AND WHAT HE DOES

HE LITERALLY. EGGED IT ON. IT WAS HIS FUCKING IDEA. WHAT PART OF THAT GAVE "he was coerced" THUSHFUDFUDSIOFDUSOFDSIOS

im trying to be normal

Yeah he probably felt like shit after. yeah it probably was some sort of motivator behind his actions. but lets think. lets think.

fnaf 1 and 2 take place before SL, no? So. if thats true. why didnt he burn those down? to "free the souls?" because it was never about the children.

he burned down the fnaf 3 location to get rid of william. it was ALWAYS abotu william. sure he set the kids free but i reeeeaaallyy dont think that was his intention. it was always about william.

in sister location, did he go there out of the kindness of his heart? no he went there because william asked him too. it was ALWAYS about william. and yeah he probably wanted to help liz, he probably really wanted to help her, but based on his actions, was this really for her? or was it for closure

thats something about michael that i put in shitty brother. closure. he didnt actually want to reconcile with his family, he wanted closure on the guilt he felt. is that 100% wrong? no. its normal to want closure, especially after something like that. but also that should not be his goal

did he apologize? yes. he said sorry. he felt bad, sure. but when you kill someone tehy dont come back. evan deserves to never forgive him ever because that was dumb as fuck and HORRIBLE. IT WAS HORRIBLE. ABUSIVE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN

MICHAEL AFTON ABUSED HIS LITTLE BROTHER FOR NO FUCKING REASON.

yeah. abused. say it with me. A-B-U-S-E-D

not just bullied, not just harassed, ABUSED.

ik we're all scared to say it here but its fucking true. say it with ur chest.

this always came back to william. do i thinkk michael is unfeeling and doesnt care about his siblings at all? NO! I think his siblings drove a lot of his actions. but in the end i dont think he always acted with their best interest at heart. or the mci kids'

and the whole "he wanted to be like his dad" i dont fucking care actually. no seriously sit down beside me and tell me that wanting to be like his dad is an excuse for abusing his brother. seriously come closer i wont bite.

tell me how you think that AS A TEENAGER, 100% AWARE OF HIS ACTIONS, that wanting to be like his dad justifies abusing his little brother. his little brother. who as far as we know, never lashed out, never fought back, never did anything to him. tell me how he fucking deserved that

"Michael was just a kid!" so was Evan. So was Elizabeth. So was Cassidy and Charlie and all the kids who died.

tell me how much michael did that didnt revolve around closure and his father. like i get it, he had priorities, but can we please stop acting like he's some angel working for the greater good of everyone.

it feelslike how ppl treat fucking henry. NO HES NOT A GOOD PERSON PLEASE

MICHAEL IS SELFISH HE'S MESSY HE'S STUPID. HE MAKES BAD CHOICES IN FAVOR OF HIMSELF HE PRIORITIZES REVENGE OVER THE GREATER GOOD HE HURTS PEOPLE AND IT MAKES HIM SO MUHC MORE INTERESTING

oh and also in case anybody wants to pull dittophobia out and tell me how mike went thru that trauma

so did evan. and instead of bonding over that trauma, michael harassed him. ABUSED HIM. wording is important. im sorry for repeating myself so much, but nobody ever tells it how it is. it was abuse.

edit: People seem upset by my wording and honestly? fair. i couldve worded this a lot better but i was tired and irritated and one thing i will clarify

i dont care if u dont see adult michael the way i do. i see him as a selfish obsessive guy whos intent is to fix his family, but plenty of people see it differently and thats okay! /gen

but im not taking back anythign i said about teen michael. because i think to do that is unfair to his character and frankly bullshit. i think its bullshit. and i dont care if you disagree. he was a terrible brother and thats that

but adult mike is free real estate idk idrc abt him as much as teen mike.

#tzu rambles #fnaf #michael afton #fnaf 4 #not tagging discourse bc i dont think this is discourse lol. just my thoughts

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crappymixtape · 1 year

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you're never far behind • part 2

when your dad calls and needs your help at home in hawkins you can't say no, but when you arrive back in town you uncover a friendship you thought you'd lost a long time ago | ( 4.5k, angst, more fluff this time! best friends to strangers to friends to lovers, steve x reader, steve x you ) part two of this request for @carinacassiopeiae and honestly there'll probably be a part three or some lil bonus blurbs ;)

Y O U ‘ R E N E V E R F A R B E H I N D 🎶 garden song, caamp

Steve’s one stride made up for two of yours and you felt like an idiot chasing after him across the lines of the parking lot. He didn’t wear suits like the coaches did up in Indianapolis, choosing instead the Harrington uniform: short-sleeved henley, a pair of Levi’s 514s, beat up Nike Blazers and faded navy ball cap. Sunglasses if necessary. Hint, it was always necessary.

He hadn’t changed a bit.

“Where are we going?” you couldn’t help asking as he stopped at the driver’s side of his old BMW, unlocking it before turning to look down at you.

“Huh?”

Your heart stopped in your chest. What? And then he finally, finally gave you one of his Steve grins, warm and playful and you felt the air leave your lungs.

“I’m just messing with you. I’m going to the diner for a burger and milkshake. Get in,” and he fell easily into the driver’s seat as you scrambled around the passenger’s side after him.

He turned over the engine and pulled out of the lot onto the road, the cassettes in his center console the same as they’d been four years ago. Tears for Fears, Pet Shop Boys, INXS, George Michael, Starpoint. Your fingers itched to pick one up and pop it into the tape deck, but you kept your hands firmly in your lap, the radio playing Heaven by Warrant all scratchy in the background. Steve mumbled the lyrics under his breath, thumbs drumming on the steering wheel, and a smile tugged up at your lips.

“Heaven isn’t so too far away,” you sang louder, a little braver, and it made him look over at you, your smile dropping a bit, but then–

“Closer to it every day,” he sang back and the laugh it pulled from you should’ve been embarrassing, but god it felt so nice to just kind of be around each other. Like nothing had changed and it pulled a soft laugh from him too.

“You still suck,” he teased and you shoved his shoulder.

“I know,” you shot back, and as he shifted the car into park at the curb he flicked your hand.

“C’mon.”

The diner was packed, not even one stool at the counter was open, but when Steve came in through the door the entire place erupted into cheers.

“Coach! Coach! Coach!”

His face turned bright red as he dropped his gaze to his feet, laughing uncomfortably. “Okay, okay,” he said, waving his hands at them, “Thank you.”

“Saved a booth for you, Stevie!” Georgie called from behind the counter and he gave her a big smile, hands pressed his together in a silent thank you.

You could feel eyes on you as you followed after him like a lost puppy, people murmuring at their tables, recognizing you and wondering. Were you here to stay?

The last time you’d sat in these booths with Steve on purpose had been right before you’d left Hawkins. You’d shared a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and two cherries on top and it had tasted sweet like summer, like nothing was more important than that moment, tasted like Steve and floating in his pool together at night and–

“The usual?” Georgie asked, not bothering with writing anything down and Steve nodded before glancing over at you and rattling off what you always ordered, remembering even now.

“Grilled cheese? With an extra pickle. Oh, and a strawberry milkshake with whipped cream and–”

“Two cherries on top,” Georgie finished, giving you a small wink, and you felt your cheeks flush. “Perfect, comin’ right up.”

As Georgie hurried back to the kitchen, you couldn’t help looking over at Steve. Hair flipping out from under his hat, fingers flicking the edge of the table where the plastic was lifting from the wood, tongue poking out in concentration and you couldn’t take it anymore.

“What are we doing here?” a simple, but loaded question and you didn’t know if you wanted to know the answer as it fell out of your mouth, but Steve wasted no time in answering it.

“Getting food,” he said, tone neutral, eyes flicking up to look at yours as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“But…why are we getting food?” you hated yourself. What were you doing? Couldn’t you just enjoy this?

Then Steve gave you his full attention, leaning back against the plastic back of the booth, eyes meeting yours as his brows knitted together. “How about you tell me,” he leveled you with a look, fingers still picking at the table top.

“Me? But I didn’t–”

“You didn’t have to come when I asked,” he cut in, leaning toward you, your knees knocking together under the table and you felt your cheeks flush again as you tried not to shy away from him.

“And you didn’t have to ask.”

Silence followed, even the buzz of conversation around you seemed to fall away and Steve just studied you for a minute. Eyes searching yours, his fingers went back to picking at the peeling plastic, tongue jammed into his cheek.

“I guess I wanted to see what you’d say,” he finally admitted, pulling his gaze away from you to glance at the kitchen and as he did you realized you’d been holding your breath. You let it out softly, heat waning, but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

The same boy you’d lived across the street from all those years. The same beat up Blazers. Same mess of brown hair, same twin freckles on his cheek. The same look in his eye when he was up to something and the way it shifted when he tried to hide from you.

He was hiding now, but so were you.

That it's only the thrill of boy meetin' girl. Opposites attract, it's physical, only logical. You must try to ignore that it means more than that.

The song that started playing through the speakers was full of static, crackly and popping with age, but you heard it clear as day and it sucker punched you. Yanking you back in time.

“What’s love got to do, got to do with it?” Steve practically yelled at the windshield, windows down, wind blowing his hair past his face.

“What’s love, but a second-hand emotion??” you sang back, Tina Turner thankfully not around to hear your horrible rendition of her 1984 masterpiece.

“What's love got to do, got to do with it? Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?” both of your voices strangled together, cracking with the change in pitch and you broke into laughter as Steve shoved you from the driver’s seat.

“Eyes on the road!” you giggled, shoving him back as he scoffed and fixed you with a look.

“I’m driving!” he chided, but his frown cracked and softened the longer he looked at you and you felt your heart melt. Made you feel like you had fireflies trapped between your ribcage. Like you wanted to tell him what you were holding deep in your chest. Tell him how much you liked him, even his frowns and bad jokes, but you couldn’t. It would mean you were more than best friends and that couldn’t be. Could it?

Pulling into his driveway, the joking tone in his voice faded, and he pushed a sigh through his lips. Something was up. He tried to cover it, tried to hide it as he ran a hand through his hair, but you knew.

“Still with me, Harrington?” you asked gently, teasing just a little, but he didn’t smile back and you dropped the act. “Steve,” came out a bit more firmly, the voice you used when he needed a push and he finally looked over at you.

“What,” came out, a statement not a question.

“C’mon,” you turned slightly, knees bumping into the center console and he tossed his gaze off out his window, avoiding you. Your brows pulled together in frustration. “Steve,” you said again, poking a finger into his rib and that did it.

“Quit,” sounded harder than he’d meant it to, sorry murmured quickly after and you shook your head, a silent it’s okay. When he finally looked over at you again there were tears clinging along the long sweep of his lashes, “He’s such a piece of shit.”

And there was only one he it could be.

“What’d he do? Did he hit yo–”

“Christ, no. Nothing like that,” Steve huffed a dark laugh, but his breath hitched as he pulled air into his lungs and then you saw him crack, bend under the weight and he buried his face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, shh,” it took everything in you to not crawl over the console and wrap your arms around him, but you stayed where you were. Instead you took his hands in yours and gently pulled them away. “You can tell me anything,” you whispered and his eyes lifted to meet yours, bleary but still so damn pretty under it all.

“He’s cheating on her. Again. S’why they’re both gone this time,” he laughed and it hurt and it was for all the wrong reasons as he tried so hard to bury it all. It make your heart ache.

“Shit,” you swore under your breath, well aware of the imperfect history the of seemingly perfect family from across the street. On the exterior they had everything.

The house, the cars, the heated in-ground pool. Beautiful, young, endearing mother. Stoic, hard-working, dedicated father. Their son, a chip off the old block, an athlete, so handsome. But underneath it all was something darker, fragmented, broken and fractured.

He didn’t have to cheat on his wife, Mr. Harrington, but he did and it had been careful at first. Calculated and untraceable, but each time grew messier. Sloppier until he didn’t care anymore, even when his wife and Steve found out, and now it was silently accepted. Tolerated. A weight carried by both mother and son and it was just too fucking heavy.

“I just–” Steve pulled in a breath, taking his hands away from yours long enough to swipe away the tears on his cheeks, “–will you stay with me? Just for a little while…”

“Yeah, yeah of course. I’ll tell my mom I’m staying at Robin’s.”

Steve took your hands again then and you sat in his car for a little while longer, helping him shoulder the weight, trying to take some of it for yourself, happy to hide away there with him until he was ready.

“For you my dears!” Georgie’s voice brought you back to the diner, her hands full of fried food and milkshakes and soda, earrings dangling and glittering in the lights and you tried to smile just for her.

“This looks so good,” you said and Georgie beamed.

“Only the best for coach,” she started, then glanced at you, a knowing smile, “And for you, sweets.”

Heat crept across your cheeks and Steve quickly interested himself in picking at his burger, taking a couple of fries from his tray and dunking them in ketchup.

“Enjoy!” and Georgie was off, keeping an eye on you from behind the safety of the counter.

You took a bite of your grilled cheese, both of you choosing silence. The strawberry shake in the middle of the table glaring at you, one glass with two straws. To share. Flicking your eyes back up to look at Steve you felt your chest squeeze. Why did you feel like strangers? God, it hurt. It didn’t have to be this way, did it?

But he was hiding and so were you, cos it was easy, it was simple. Painless to ignore everything until you had to leave, but—

“What if I’d said no?” you blurted out and Steve choked on his fries.

“What?” he gave you a look, brows pinched together and you had to hold back from reaching over to smooth out the wrinkle on his forehead with your thumb.

“What if I’d said no?” you repeated the question, putting your grilled cheese down, hands clutched together in your lap, heart pounding in your chest as you waited. As you watched his expression soften. Watched as he swallowed your words and tried to decide what he would do with them.

And he didn’t shy away from you, held your gaze and put his burger down too as he pushed a sigh from his lungs. “Then I would’ve had my answer,” he said quietly, shoulders shrugging, trying to be casual about it, but you felt the weight of it. You both did. Felt the thick, the tension, the air changing as he put words to your feelings without even saying it aloud.

“Was ‘yes’ the answer you wanted?” you were brave, braver than you thought you’d be, but your dad was there in the back of your mind. Encouraging you and smiling and telling you this was it. You were doing it and there was no going back and damn, he was telling you it’d be worth it.

Heat bloomed warm and flush from Steve’s chest, up his neck and across his ears and he cleared his throat, tongue flicking out to run across his bottom lip, staring a hole into the tray in front of him, but then he looked back up. At you.

“It was.”

You felt dizzy. Hazy and warm like you did after taking a shot of cheap whiskey and you bit the inside of your cheek to try and shake it, but Steve was still looking at you and you were looking at him and it felt like the first day of spring. Felt like snow melting under the soft touch of sunlight. Felt like steam lifting from the surface of the pool at night.

The toe of Steve’s shoe kicked into yours under the table, making you pull a sharp breath in through your nose and he chuckled a little, dropping his gaze to his tray to hide it and you felt your lips tugging up into a smile.

“You gonna share that, Harrington?” you asked, tentative but brave, kicking him back toe to toe and he looked up at you again. Looked at you like he finally remembered who you were. Like he had when you were parked in his driveway. When you were twisting together threads of promises in your room. Like nothing had changed and then he smiled. Really smiled. The smile he saved just for you.

“If you ask real nice,” he teased, just a little smug, hiding his grin by leaning into the milkshake. Pushing one of the straws toward you he took a sip and when you did the same it tasted like home. Like strawberries and sprinkles and whipped cream and Steve.

Georgie wouldn’t let either of you pay and you didn’t fight her on it. She might’ve been your dad’s age, but even Steve knew she could probably kick his ass. She practically had to shoo you out of the diner as you stayed and talked long after your trays had been cleared. You’d ordered two cups of coffee, trying and reaching for an excuse to stay just a few more minutes, and by the time those were gone the clock hanging above the counter read 10:47pm.

“Scoot! You’re not teenagers anymore, go get some sleep,” Georgie literally broomed both of you out the door and locked it behind you, a fond smile on her lips as she watched you go.

It was dark when you pushed out into the night, stars scattered across the wide expanse of the sky. Tiny pinpoints of light against the inky black Indiana horizon, nothing like Indianapolis and the thought of going back stung.

“Nah, lemme give you a ride back to your car,” Steve had offered when you mentioned walking the few blocks to the school. “I gotta go back anyway, forgot my playbook on my desk,” so you piled into the BMW after him.

The ride back felt lighter and heavier at the same, so much different than it had on the way over. Tension released and compressed by the vulnerability of your words. Your ‘simple conversation’ as your dad might say and as you rolled down the street the yellow stripes of paint on the pavement looped under the car like stitching on a quilt, street lamps washing everything in a warm glow, open windows letting in the sounds of insects and bats, the whoosh of the air past your ears.

Steve drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, bumping along to whatever upbeat tune was crackling over the speakers and you hummed along, but then it was fading out. A mingling of songs twisting together with the change in tracks before settling into Natalie Cole’s voice. A slow hum, smooth and soft. A love song.

Even though it's been so long my love for you keeps going strong. I remember the things that we used to do, a kiss in the rain 'til the sun shine through. Itried to deny it, but I'm still in love with you.

You both heard the lyrics, knew the song well cos it was all over the radio right now, but it made the air shift again just like it had in the diner. It crackled, vibrating and shaking around you like it was charged. Like how it felt right before a thunderstorm and when Steve finally pulled into the school parking lot you were both all too eager to get out.

“Thanks! For the ride,” you said quickly, jamming your hands into your jean pockets as you met Steve around the driver’s side. Running his hands through his hair, ball cap left on the seat of his car, he hadn’t changed a bit. So much more a man now, but you could still see the boy underneath it all.

And god, you’d missed him.

Everything about him.

And when he looked up and smiled at you all easy and warm like it was nothing you felt your body buzzing, levitating. If not for your brain you think you would’ve thrown your arms around him, asked him to hold you tight and not let go.

“Yeah, course,” and then he hesitated and for a minute you thought, you hoped, he felt the same pull you did. The same want, need, to be close. “Uh, well I guess–I guess I’ll see you around,” he rubbed at the back of his neck and a silence settled, offering you a chance, but you flailed miserably and couldn’t do it.

“Yep! See you ‘round,” fell out too quick, too hasty, and it sliced the moment in half. It took everything in you not to audibly groan, put your face in your hands and yell.

“Cool, alright, I’m–” Steve thumbed over his shoulder, “–I’m gonna go get my stuff.”

“Right! Great. Okay, night,” and you turned so fast your hair whipped into your face as you hoofed it to your car, willing the deep red on your cheeks away as the gym door slammed against the metal frame with Steve on the other side of it. And then you did.

Yell.

“What is wrong with you??” you yelled at no one, roughing your hands over your face and kicking into the front tire of your rental, “Fuck.”

You tipped forward and let your forehead bump against the roof of the car, closing your eyes and pushing a sigh from your lungs. What did it matter anyway? You said it yourself, you were leaving at the end of the month. Right? Back to Indianapolis. Your job. Your apartment. Your life. The life Steve wasn’t part of, but when you thought about it, it made you want to cry. Made your heart ache. Made you feel homesick for Hawkins and tired and like everything that was back where you’d left it was wrong. Wasn’t where you should be and it scared the shit out of you.

When you’d left home after graduation you’d seen the little signs, little cracks in your armor. Knew that there was hesitation lingering behind your oh so enthusiastic yes, but you didn’t listen. Thought maybe if you pushed through it you’d forget. Move on. Find something you didn't know you were looking for, something new and sparkling. A fresh beginning without all of the things, people, that had shaped you, but now standing in the parking lot of your old high school you couldn’t help feeling you’d messed it all up.

Could you go back? Was there a do-over? Did Steve even want you anymore?

Opening your eyes you shook your head, trying to scatter away the thoughts and feeling of him. The way he looked at you across the table, sipping down the sugary sweet strawberries and whipped cream with you like you were teenagers again. It held you tight, pulled you back from opening your door and you hesitated, keys clinking between your fingers.

“Hey! Are you okay? What happened?”

Well, shit. That was fast.

You hoped the look on your face didn’t give you away when you turned around to see Steve jogging across the parking lot, hand full of loose papers and a binder, worry and concern tugging his lips down into a frown.

“Is it your car? A flat? I can drive you–”

“No, no. I’m fine, I was just…” what were you doing?

Steve caught your hesitation and his lips parted like he wanted to ask you something, wanted to tell you everything and his eyes softened and the keys in your hand suddenly felt like they weighed a hundred pounds.

His tongue flicked out across his lips, papers rustling as he shifted on his feet, hair swept up by the wind without his hat to wrangle it all and you felt him pushing you again. Pulling you soft and easy into what you wanted to say and when hesitation threatened to snatch it away you held tight to the sound of his laughter. The way his lips turned up when he smiled at you all smug and boy. The way his hands felt in yours.

“I was just thinking,” you tried again, voice trembling just ever so, Steve holding his breath as he waited for you to complete your thought, “I just thought that maybe if you wanted we could–we could–”

He didn’t need to hear anymore and took the few steps toward you slow, toes of your shoes bumping against each other as he looked down at you, the rest of your words whisked away with how close you were.

“I fucked up,” he said and you shook your head in silent protest, but then he took your hand in his, “I should’ve said something.”

“You did–”

“No, I should’ve told you why I wanted you to stay. The real reason.”

Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt your chest grow tight, heart fluttering like a bird caught in cage. “The real reason…” your voice was barely above a whisper and he nodded.

“I thought maybe it’d go away when you left, but shit. It only got worse,” his brow furrowed as he put words to everything, pained but relieved. A release. The truth. “I–God, I wanted you stay with me. For me,” his hand squeezed yours, “I didn’t know it then because I was an idiot, but I…I really fucking loved you and–and I still do.”

I still do.

You didn’t wait, pulling him down into you by the hand that was holding tight to yours and caught his lips in a kiss and what had started out as a tiny ember crackled and flickered into a burning fire. Your eyes fluttered closed at the familiar feeling of him. The way his nose brushed against your cheek. His hair and how it fell into yours. The way his mouth fitted against yours perfectly like petals on a flower and neither of you heard his papers flutter to the pavement when he dropped them in favor of your waist, tugging you tight into him.

It was sitting too close your bedroom washed in summer, it was a free fall jump into the glittering water of the quarry, running through the long grass on the bluff and pulling Steve along behind you, a chance you should’ve taken so much sooner but as he kissed you back you knew it was better late than never.

When you finally, reluctantly pulled away you were both breathless, cheeks pink and flushed, lips bright and just a little kiss bitten. “Stay,” he said, voice low and soft and warm, the wide expanse of his hand still holding at your waist, fingers looped together in the other.

“But how will I–”

“Stay,” Steve said again and this time his brows pinched together and his eyes creased at the corners, looking at you like whatever you were worried about didn’t matter. You’d figure it out and he’d help you and the last little tiny tangle of hesitation unraveled. “Whatever it is, we can handle it, right?”

You could feel tears gathering along your lashes, but they were void of sadness, no semblance of regret to be found only relief and when you blinked they spilled over down the soft slope your cheeks.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry,” he lifted a hand to swipe at your tears with the rough pad of his thumb, leaning down to kiss them away as you shook your head.

“No, it’s okay,” you huffed a small laugh, his breath warming over your cheek as he pressed his lips there, “I’m just–I love you too, dummy. And–and I want to stay.” The look that came over him then, all bewilderment and disbelief, made you grin wide enough to pinch dimples into your cheeks and your heart soared.

“You do? You really do?” he asked twice, the first time to make sure and the second like a pinch to ground him in reality.

“I really do, Steve,” your voice was thick from the tears that were still falling, but you laughed again. A light, happy sound, one Steve hadn’t heard in so long and he wanted bottle it up and keep it forever. He couldn’t help it then either, grinning like an idiot at you, your idiot, and he laughed like he only did with you for the first time since you’d left.

There was a lot to figure out, you both knew it wasn't as simple as just staying there in Hawkins, but you wanted to try. Oh how you wanted to try. To make it work. To not lose what you'd lost before, but for now you just wanted to be with him, lost in each other there in the parking lot at midnight like nothing else mattered and it didn't.

Expression softening Steve lifted a hand to your cheek and took you in. Every tiny part of you just like he remembered. The little details of you, a map he knew like the back the of his hand. Popsicles shared on front porches, learning how to ride your bikes, scuffed knees and band-aids, first kisses and first heart aches.

I'm sorrys and I love yous.

“Best friends forever, right?” he asked, your little promise to each other, twisted tightly together like the threads of a bracelet and you smiled up at him.

“Best friends forever.”

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bonketh · 2 years

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[ Slasher Imagine : You Cut Yourself Whilst Cooking ]

[ TW ] : sharp objects , blood - nothing major : ]

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[ RZ ! Michael Myers ]

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[] he ' d probably seem like he doesn ' t exactly care about it at first . i mean , he ' s used to getting scars , for god ' s sakes , he ' s been shot at , stabbed , etc ;

[] but he does care - seeing that much blood on you , and it i s n ' t s o m e o n e e l s e s ?

[] yeah , no , come on , [ y / n ] , time to get patched up - can ' t just let you - well , bleed -

[] he ' d most likely keep a close eye on you afterwards .

[] ' hey , michael , i ' ll be cooking tonight for dinner - ! '

[] he's right there at all times . right behind you , watching over your shoulder , especially if you have a knife , or any sharp object in your hand .

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[ Thomas Hewitt ]

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[] yOU CUT URSELF - ! ?

[] H O W ?

[] he ' d jump on it in an instant - rushing around , getting some disinfectant stuff , as well as bandages -

[] he ' d clean off the blood , clean the wound up [ and would apologize if it burned or if you hissed - ] , then patch you right up !

[] he ' d probably scold you lightly , by frowning at you , crossing his arms like a mother who ' s child came inside after a bath covered in mud -

[] from then on , he ' ll either handle the knives , or watch you closely , kinda like michael , except he ' s not like -

[] all up on you lmfao . he ' s big into ✨ personal space ✨

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[ Asa Emory ]

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[] ' lol '

[] he ' d find it amusing - like ' lmfao u cut urself ? u goof ball . '

[] what can i say , it ' s asa we ' re talking about 💀

[] though , eventually , he ' ll patch you up , clean the blood , you know - can ' t allow his favorite peTERSON [ p e t ? p e r s o n ? ] TO GET HURT HAH

[] he ' ll probably tease you everytime you use a knife , or a sharp object whilst cooking .

[] ' hey , the blade ' s used for cutting food , not yourself . '

[] ' shUT THE FUCK UP A S A - '

[] yeah , he ' ll find a l o t of enjoyment outta it .

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[ Bubba Sawyer ]

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[] nOOOO -

[] how ' d you cut yourself ! ? are you okay ! ? oh gosh -

[] bubba would freak out , i ' m sure - he ' d let out anxious noises as he tries cleaning off all the blood -

[] he 'll put bandages on the wound , and continue on to make sure you ' re alright !

[] he ' ll chill in the kitchen whilst you cook , giving you a nervous stare whenever you have to use something sharp .

[] but , if you reassure him , he ' ll ease up a bit , but he ' ll still be cautious . he doesn ' t want you to get hurt again - !

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[ Jason Voorhees ]

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[] aw , be more carefull next time . .

[] . .

[] p l e a s e -

[] jason would kinda - just - panic slightly , considering there ' s blood , specifically y o u r blood , leaking down from a wound caused by a sharp object .

[] at first , he thinks someone hurt you - but no , you simply knicked / cut yourself whilst cooking .

[] he ' s relieved , needless to say ! he ' ll help patch you up , clumsily , since he has such big hands -

[] but hey - ! it ' s the thought that counts - !

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i hate this- im still tryna get the hang of writing for slashers, considering i'm still new to the fandom- hope this was alright anyways- the characters may be ooc since im just bad at writing lmfaooo

also excuse any mistakes bark bark

#slashers x reader #slasher x you #rz michael myers #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #slashers

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Can we have a dominant Michael scenario, please? ヘ⁠（⁠。u°⁠）⁠ヘ

keep it quiet | michael

synopsis: Meetings with the crew were always hell. So much bureaucracy, ideas being discarded without further explanation, endless discussions. A perfect mindset preparation for the torture sessions! Turns out it's hard to concentrate when you have a vibrator inside of you.

warnings: smut. public sex. voyeurism? sex toy. vibrator. sadism. masochism. suggestive dialogue. d/s. dom!michael. gn!reader. demon!reader.

ps: yes, you can! baby, i gotta say, i'm kinda proud of this. i hope you enjoy it!

Everything was normal.

A meet filled with endless discussions that didn't help anyone, screams without purposes, protocols that contradict one another. Shawn took big pleasure on making others uncomfortable, Vicky had more ideas than anyone could count, Trevor was flirting with anything that could move.

And Michael... Michael contributed to discussions, elaborate new ideas, made useful questions. Michael was just being himself, effortless, without even noticing how he was so different from anyone else.

There was something on him. Something that shone among the other. Something on the way Michael cared. Truly, deeply, wholeheartedly. A spark impossible to ignore.

A spark that alone could mess with your mind. A spark that attracted your gaze, your attention, your interest. A spark that burned you, deep in your soul — if you even have one —, and stained it forever.

Everything was normal, but only because no one paid attention to you.

Because if things were really normal, you would've be the one leading today's agenda. If things were normal, you would've convinced Shawn that it was time to stop playing with Glenn's feelings and focus on something important. If things were normal, you wouldn't be acting like Michael wasn't beside you. You wouldn't use all your strength to ignore him. To pretend he isn't right here, just at reach of your touch, so close that you could feel his heat. His perfume.

You would eat him whole if you had the chance. Just devour Michael, until your body couldn't take it anymore. You don't think you would ever feel whole. No. You always want more of him.

Michael, right beside you, was nothing but a ghost. You could feel his touch lingering your skin. His words against your ear. His teeth marking your skin. Michael touching you on the right place, at the right time, just like he know you want. Michael, Michael, Michael.

You spend the last forty minutes — no meeting down there end before that, even if the agenda was already completed —, imagining all the things he would do to you. Now it just feel like everything is happening, all at once.

Michael haunt you. Does he even know he have that effect on him? Can he tell your mind has already shaped itself to his form? Would he like it? Would he haunt you forever and evermore if you asked? Would he need you to say please?

You would say pretty, please if he wanted to.

You stayed quiet, forty minutes without saying a damn thing, huddled in your armchair. In an attempt to force yourself to be quiet, you covered your mouth with your hand. No one could see your teeths marking into your skin, or your toes curling inside your shoes, or the sweat forming on your back.

No one, except for Michael.

And when you were almost getting comfortable with the sensation inside you, when you were almost getting used with the incessant vibrations twisting your body and mind, that fucker turned it to eleven.

Like if you could take even more.

You twisted in the armchair, your head falling into your hands, your lips almost bleeding with the strength you put into being quiet. But it was a failed attempted this time. You knew that when the room went silent. What was that that went out of your mouth? A groan? A full moan? Maybe a grunt?

"Are you alright?" Someone asked you. When you look up, it took you sometime to understand who he was. What was his name? Have your ever saw him before? With some effort, you found the answer. Glenn.

"Fuck off," you murmured to him, so low no one could hear. You don't think you remember your own name. Do you?

"What did you say?" Michael put his hand on your thigh. No tissue could stop his warmth from reaching you. From getting you even closer to pure madness. That man will be your death. Or maybe you will be his.

"I said it was nothing," you forced a smile to Glenn. When you looked at Michael, your eyes burned his face. "I am just tired after a double shift. That's all."

You grabbed his hand. Your nails — or would it be claws? — got deeper into his skin. Michael smirked, unshakable. Maybe even a little bit satisfied. Maybe, after all, he too wanted your touch so bad that anything could kill his hunger. Even if it was pain. Especially if it was.

With their attentions turned back at the subject, you leaned into Michael. You suspire against his ear, appreciating all the pleasure he was giving you. "I gonna kill you."

"Oh, dear", Michael breath in your scent. "I'm counting on it."

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Sliding Into Home ~ D N A: Diane Nicole Adler

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Frank paces in the hallway as the doctors do a check up on Abby.

Diane.

The name has haunted him since the last time he saw her. Eight years. It had been eight years since he had seen his little sister. This is not how he wanted this to go.

“Mr. Adler?”

Frank whipped around and looked at Cricket’s doctor. “Is she ok?”

“She’s doing well. Her injuries are healing but we would like to keep her for a few more days to make sure there is no additional swelling to the brain and that there is no internal bleeding from the blows to the torso. Her scans are clear, so this is just a precaution.”

“Of course.” Frank swallowed. “She wants to bring our niece in. Would that be ok?”

“As long as she takes it easy, I see no problem. But she needs to rest Mr. Adler.”

“She will. I’ll make sure after she speaks to the detectives. Thank you.” Frank offered a weak smile.

“Have faith, Mr. Adler. She is past the worst.” The doctor patted his shoulder and walked away. Frank took a breath before entering Abby’s room.

She was sitting up better now and smiled when she saw Frank. “Hi baby.”

“Hi Cricket.” He leaned and kissed her forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore and tired. Confused,” she frowned. “I don’t remember getting here.”

“One of the neighbors heard you screaming and called it in. I didn’t find out until the morning because they couldn’t get a hold of management.” Frank smoothed her hair. “I should have gone with you. I knew something might happened. I should have protected you.” His face broke a little. Abby reached up to cup his face.

“This is not your fault, Frankie. Please don’t blame yourself.” Abby sighed and massaged her temple.

“Are you hurting?”

“A little,” she admitted.

“C’mon, lay back.” He helped her back to lay down. He took a seat next to her, took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Cricket, I’m so sorry.”

“This is not your fault Frankie. Please don’t apologize.” Abby sighed. “I know you are waiting to talk so I don’t have to repeat myself but what are you thinking?”

“Diane. Mike. I’m just... confused, angry, scared. I’m worried about you, Mary, our family, just everything Cricket.” Frank laid his head on her lap, and she ran her fingers through his hair. “What if I lost you? “

“You didn’t baby. I’m right here.” Abby kept his that way for a few moments before the door opened and a knock came through. “Dr. Hernandez?”

“Yes?”

“Hello, I’m Detective Stabler and my partner Detective Benson. We have taken over your case and have some questions for you. May we?”

“Of course. This is my husband, Frank Adler”. Frank shook the detectives hands before sitting down again and taking Abby’s hand.

“It's nice to meet you. I wish it was under better circumstances,” Detective Stabler said. “Dr. Hernandez...”

“Abby, please. Call me Abby.”

“Of course, Abby. Can you tell me what happened when you went home?”

“Well, I went from the stadium to my home that I was sharing with my ex, Michael Weiss. Umm,” she looked at Frank. He nodded and she took a breath. “I was leaving him because Frank and I had reunited and had gotten married a couple of weeks ago. I thought he was still back east so I felt safe to collect my things so I could take them to Frank’s.”

“He was in the home?”

“Yeah, I don’t know how. We own a ring camera, and it should have gone off when someone approached the door. But my phone never alerted me. I went in and was looking at the mail when he surprised me.” Frank’s grip tightened on Abby’s hand.

“Hello Beautiful.”

Abby jumped at his voice. “Mike! You’re back early.”

“I am. Funny how you weren’t home.”

“Yeah, I was at the stadium getting paperwork done from the road trip. How was work?” Abby tried to remain calm.

“Informative. Care to explain these?” He threw down photos in front of her.

Abby picked them up and saw photos from Vegas, from the benefit and from LAX. “Mike,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, Abigal, he growled. MINE!” He backed her up into a corner, crowding her. “And if I can’t have you, then no one will.”

“When he said that, I picked up the metal baseball bat we keep by the front door. I told him to stay away from me. I think he remembered all the batting lessons Frank had taught us over the years and stepped back.”

“Did he say anything else?”

“Only that I was going to regret this, and it wasn’t over. But he left, through the garage door and I leaned against the wall. I was about to call Frank when I was hit from behind. I fell but turned over.” Her voice shook. “I saw who hit me and before I could say anything else, she kicked me in the ribs. I couldn’t breathe and I just tried to protect myself as best I could.”

A tear ran down her cheek, but Abby didn’t stop. “She kept yelling at me that it was my fault that she lost her family, that I ruined everything. That Frank would never forgive her, so it was better that I just be removed so he knew the same pain as she did.” Abby swallowed. “She said it would have been better if Mike had stayed with them instead of being obsessed with me just like her brother. That’s why she gave away Mary. To hurt Mike but it didn’t.”

“Diane,” Frank breathed, “she did this?”

Abby nodded. “She said that she didn’t want Mary, but she didn’t want us to have her either.” Abby leaned into Frank. He climbed into the bed as gently as he could to hold her.

“Is this Diane, your sister Mr. Adler?” Detective Benson asked.

“Frank and yes. She abandoned Mary with us eight years ago and we are her legal guardians. When Abby and I separated, I didn’t change the paperwork. I couldn’t.” He kissed Abby’s head as she continued to cry softly. “Diane was or is a drug addict. She wasn’t given visitation rights because of it. But this information about Mike staying with her is new. I never knew that they were in a relationship or had one, I guess.”

“Do you think he knows?” Stabler asked.

“I don’t know but I would assume yes,” Abby sniffled. “Mike is a manipulative man. He had, umm... fuck I’m sorry Frankie. He had hit me a couple of times before, grabbed me and left marks.” Abby buried her head into Frank’s chest.

“Abby, I’m sorry but is there anything else you can tell us? What Diane look like or what was she wearing?”

“Her hair is still blonde, longer, like to her shoulders. She is still really skinny, but she was wearing a blue hoodie and jeans. The doctors think she was wearing steel toe shoes because of my injuries.”

“We have a copy of your medical records,” Benson said. “I’m really sorry that this is happening. We are looking for Mr. Weiss and Miss Adler. We’ll be in touch.” The detectives left and Frank and Abby stayed in each other’s arms for a while.

“Cricket, why didn’t you tell me?”

Abby sighed. “Tell me what you would have done if I had told you?”

“I would have killed him,” he told her with a straight face.

“That’s why. Baby, you have a future hall of fame career and a child to care for.”

“I could really care less about my career, but I’ll give you the Mary thing.” Frank held her a little tighter. “God, Cricket, I don’t understand why Diane did this and how she got into the house. And why Mike was ok with all of this?”

“I’ve been thinking the same questions, Frank.” Abby shook her head. “None of it makes sense. Except the obsession thing. I see that now. After what you told me what happened in Las Vegas, I’m almost certain Mike was the one who slipped you the mickey.”

“The mickey? Really Abigail with the street terms.” Frank gave her a look before he smiled. “I’m so proud.”

“Shut it.” She sighed and leaned back into him. “What do we do?”

“We’ll talk to management and see what they recommend. I’ll ask Todd, Andy and Steve to meet us here since you won’t be released in time for that meeting. We’ll have to announce the marriage Cricket.”

Abby wrinkles her nose. “Are the groupies going to cry? Sexy baseball player Frank Adler off the market.” She made a dramatic sigh as Frank rolled his eyes.

“Yes, just like all the single guys on the team will be drooling over my wife now. Hoo-ray.” The sarcasm dripped from Frank. Abby smiled softly. “Seriously Cricket, I couldn’t give a fuck about the jersey chasers. I got the woman of my dreams.”

“Oh Frankie, that’s so sweet.” Abby leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Now, when do I get to see my girl?”

“Scott is bringing her by in an hour. Doctor said you could shower as long as someone is in the room.” Frank smirked. “I could help you.”

“Frankie, if I thought my ribs could take it, I would take you up on that offer.”

Frank laughed. “I know baby. C’mon, an easy shower it is.”

An hour later, a knock on the door. Abby grasped Frank hand tightly. “It’ll be ok Cricket.” She nodded before Frank called out. “Come in.”

Scott opened the door slowly and walked in with Mary in Johnny’s arms. “Hi Mary,” Abby said softly. Mary took a long look at Abby before burying her head in Johnny’s shoulder and began sobbing. Frank stood up and took his little girl in his arms. “It’s ok Nugget. She’s gonna be ok.”

Mary’s tear stained face looked back at Abby. “Who hurt you?”

“Let’s not talk about that right now Nugget.” Abby’s eyes were holding back the tears. Mary wiggled out of Frank’s arms and climbed into bed with Abby. She laid on her shoulder and wrapped her little arm around Abby. Abby bent her head and kissed Mary’s head. “I’m gonna be ok, Nugget.”

“You promise?” Mary’s small voice breaks everyone’s hearts.

“I promise. I just need to rest for a couple of weeks, and we’ll get right back at it, ok?” Mary snuggled further into her as Abby turned back to the guys. “Hi.”

“Hey Doc,” Johnny says with a smile. “Quite a scare you gave us. This one,” thumbing at Frank, “was a hot mess.”

“I was not,” Frank grumbled. “I was worried about my wife.”

“Yeah, let’s come back to that,” Johnny says with a twinkle in his eye. “When did that happen?”

“A couple of weeks ago at a hotel,” Mary offers, before anyone can say anything. “I was Abby’s maid of honor. She was so pretty that day.”

Frank dropped his head as Scott snickered and Abby blushed. “Really? And you didn’t think to invite me?” Johnny feigned his indignation. “I’m supposed to be your best friend, Adler.”

“I’m his best friend, Storm,” Scott said with a shove. “You’re my backup.” Johnny snorted.

“Guys, knock it off,” Frank said. “You’re both my best friends, ok? And Johnny, you were playing that day. It really was a day between when I asked Abby and when we did it. Frankly,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I’m surprised no one had spilled before now.”

“Why are you keeping it a secret?” Scott asked. “I thought you of all people, would be shouting it from the rooftops. I mean, the way you were moping over the good doctor and how you never had...”

“We really don’t have to talk about that,” Frank interrupts, looking at his wife with a sheepish grin. “Look, Cricket, I concentrated on raising Nugget and baseball, ok. I was not...”

“Pining like a fool after a girl,” Johnny offered.

Abby giggled a little, then groaned. “Ouch,” she moaned, holding her ribs.

“Baby, take it easy.” Frank went back to his seat next to her. “I can call security and kick them out if you want.” He kissed her hand.

“This is our family, Frankie, and it makes me happy they are here.” She cupped his cheek. “I’m ok.” A knock at the door. “Come in,” she called out.

In came Todd Phelps, Frank’s agent Steve and his lawyer Andy. “Oh, hi guys,” Frank stood up to shake their hands.

“Dr. Hernandez, it's nice to see you again.” Andy offers his hand to Abby. “I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

“Andy, it's nice to see you again. Steve, Todd, what’s going on?”

Todd cleared his throat. “Well, ownership asked me to come check on you after the police had called the organization for your emergency contact. And, well, with the conversation we had before you left that day, I wanted to get a head of any story that may come out.”

“Frank called me for the same reason,” Steve offered. “Wanna tell us what’s the situation?”

“Mary, why don’t we find a drink and snack while they talk,” Scott offered. Mary carefully climbed off the bed, hugged Steve and Andy before looking up at Todd. “Is Frank in trouble?”

“No, darlin’, not at all.”

“Ok, good, because he promised me that he would make it to the All Star game so I could visit my friends in Boston,” she replied, a matter of factly. “Plus, I want to see Abuelo and Abuela. Hey Scott, can we look online to see if we can get them something?”

Frank looked dizzy at all the words coming from Mary’s mouth as she and Scott walked out of the room. He looked back at his wife, who shrugged, before returning his attention to the rest of the group. “Is it ok if Johnny stays?”

“Up to you,” Andy replies. “First things first, Abby, I have filed a restraining order of your behalf against Mike. The police report should be more than enough but as soon as you can, I need your medical report as well.”

“And what about Diane?”

“Diane?” Steve looked at them confused. “What about her?”

Frank looked at Abby who nodded. “We are not sure about their connection, but we think Mike and Diane are working together. Diane was the one who attacked Abby. She said something that we need to figure out.”

“Like what?” Andy asked, taking notes.

“The possibility that Mary could be his daughter.” Everyone freezes. “Andy, I need to know what our rights will be if he comes after us for custody.”

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roipecheur · 3 months

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...did marvel seriously kill Frank off just to make a new Punisher?

So, this made me look up Joe Garrison, because I've not been following Marvel that closely beyond DD as of late, and I was actually not aware. Afaik, Frank zapped himself into some fucked up hellscape world at the end of the last Punisher run (which s u c k e d and I hope it gets retconned entirely), so he's not really dead, but it seems like Marvel is, at least for now, claiming that they've retired him. In true comic book fashion, though, it seems like they've given him a way to come back. I mean. Dead characters come back all the time in comics to the point where it's one of the things they're known for, and Frank isn't even dead.

As for Joe Garrison:

Extremely funny to me that his last name is Garrison

In Punisher '87, they had Lynn Michaels and Payback as alternative Punishers, including in an arc where Frank was supposed to be dead, and they didn't stick around. Frank did.

Frank, as some articles claim, also had "problematic baggage", meaning that right-wing paramilitary idiots and the police liked to co-opt his symbol. As a new character, Joe Garrison is supposed to be less "problematic" and have a clean slate. But listen. Listen. This is not going to stop people from co-opting the Punisher symbol. Even if they're trying to make this carbon copy of Frank (who also lost his wife and family) less brutal and more compassionate, he's still got a (vaguely redesigned) skull on his chest, and he's still out there shooting people for vengeance, and, oh yeah, he's still called the Punisher.

Punisher 2020 really read like, "hmmmm there are some unfortunate implications to the way certain people are relating to Frank's character, so rather than address those in a satisfying way that makes sense, we're going to nuke his characterization and stick him in hellscape land for a ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ amount of time." Seeing Marvel go from Punisher: Kill Krew to that was so disappointing bro. Like watching a fucking train wreck.

Yeah, Frank has baggage, but you know what he also has? History. Flavor. He's a product of his original context and the time when he was created, and there are ways to adapt that for modern readers that fucking work. (Netflix!Frank did a bang up job of this tbh). Joe Garrison is a former SHIELD agent rather than a war vet. Imo about half the point of Frank's character is how the war taught him violence and he resorted to that as his only response to grief, and it really seems like Marvel thought it was a good idea to copy Frank and sand down all his edges.

As a silver lining, it looks like we're going to see more of MCU Frank in Disney+ Daredevil. Now that the writers and actors have won their strike and with it better working conditions that will hopefully give more respect to their skills, I am tentatively hopeful that it will be better than what the synopsis of Disney+ DD sounded like before (😬). Don't know how much Frank will be in it yet, but maybe this will inspire a little more interest in the character, and we will get another 616 run of Frank at his best: getting forcibly befriended by every child, dog, and senior citizen he encounters in between episodes of gratuitous violence. 😎✌

On a final note, if Marvel wanted to separate Frank from the disturbing amount of people that seem to take him for real-life inspiration--which is the wrong idea to have about any comic book vigilante, lethal or otherwise--all they gotta do is give him a new hot dude version of Microchip and make them fuck like rabbits. Every right-winger who likes the Punisher would immediately drop him like a hot coal. But Marvel won't do that because they're cowards.

#punisher #asks #this activated me like a sleeper agent

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vroomvroommbtch · 2 years

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From me to you I hate everybody - DR x fem!OC

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Summary: Jas loved France until she didn’t, at least not that weekend.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!OC

Warnings: fluff all over the place, dad!Danny and nothing but love with some hints of bad mood.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: Kids! Vacations started so we have good news in form of a oneshot. Welcome to J&D little world which I decided to call House of memories. I have been dying to work on this two for forever but I never had time bc I was too consumed with M&M🤭 Its gonna be a bunch of oneshots bc I’m seriously too lazy to write another whole story like So it goes😌 Vacations and my hate for Mclaren turned into this thingy right here and I made it mostly in one day so bare with me if its a mess😅. Also should I make a timeline since this is gonna be kind of mixed with So it goes? Let me know? Okay, I hope u like it and let me know what you think? See u soon! 🫶🏻

From me to you I hate everybody.

July 2022.

Hearing Daniel's voice over the radio saying that tired 'I tried' was like the little drop that filled the glass. It wasn't such a bad race considering he made it to the points, but it was more than enough for Jas to want to leave.

Jas never left the garage until Daniel passed on his way to all the media obligations after a race. Since the first day she has stayed at the garage and not hiding at the RedBull hospitality, and after four years of relationships, Jas has stayed there after every single race, no matter how good or bad it was. She stayed through thick and thin, waiting for Daniel with a smile on her face, ready to grab his hand and squeeze it, but for the first time she just couldn't stay.

Not even on the worst days with Redbull she did such a thing, and some days she really wanted to just go away because she didn't want to see anyone there except Michael and Blake, but that day she couldn't handle anymore. She couldn't keep seeing all that orange garage around her. She couldn't handle all that people around her. She just couldn't deal with it to the point that she was disgusted, so she decided to leave.

Jas touched Michael's arm, and as soon as he took his headset off, she said she was going to the hospitality to get Olivia and then back to the motorhome. She could see the worry on her friend's face the second those words left her lips, but she assured everything was fine, that she just needed some air. Daniel didn't need to see her pissed-off face. The last thing he needed was that, so she asked Michael to let Daniel know she was going to be there waiting for him once he was done. And just like that, she left.

She found Maggie and Blake playing with Olivia. She was a little happy sunshine, with a smile on her face as she was in Blake's arms, standing on his legs and trying to grab his glasses. She was a happy almost six months old beautiful sunshine, always smiling like her dad, and Jas was more than happy knowing her daughter completely ignore the bad mood her mom was having. Neither her sister or her friend needed much explanation; they knew Jas and her face said it all, so they just let Jas take Olivia as they assured they would take care of everything with Michael. There was no need to explain how that 'Everything' meant 'Daniel', knowing perfectly fine he was gonna freak out as soon as he saw how her usual spot in the garage was empty.

Jas was sure the first thing Daniel did was text her, way even before any interview or other compromise he had. The sweet little 'Mike just told me. Are you ok? Love you, be there asap' that she received was enough to make her smile for a minute as she walked away from the noise, the cameras and the people, holding her daughter close to her chest, covering her from flashes and pictures. That was the only text she answered. She didn't say anything to Michael, Maggie, or Blake when they texted. She was just too exhausted to talk. She just wanted to go home and lay in bed with her daughter and her fiancée and forget about all that circus, even if for a couple of hours. They were the only two people she really wanted to see that day, even when it was impossible because they had to fly back to Monaco that same night.

At least Jas could have silence for an hour and some stolen minutes. A long hour where all the company she had was Olivia, which was the best company in the whole world. A long hour where she sat on bed, playing with her daughter and covering her perfect face with kisses to make Olivia giggle as she moved her tiny arms and legs. It wasn't until that long hour passed that she heard the door to the motorhome opening.

The giggles and play time were over, and after Jas fed Olivia, she fell asleep right in the middle of the bed while her mother just looked at her and stroked her tummy. But not even the door or the soft knock on the wall letting her know Daniel was finally there took Jas' attention from her daughter. Jas could have taken a nap, too, but like every single day from the moment Olivia was born, she couldn't stop looking at her. Jas couldn't really focus, pretty much lost on her own thoughts as her eyes were fixed on the way Olivia's chest was raising and falling slowly. She didn't want to move, not even knowing Daniel was there to pick them up because they had to fly back to Monaco, even if just for two days. It was in moments like those where Jas was nothing more than thankful for the fact that their daughter was just a baby who still couldn't understand what was happening around with her dad and his job, and damn, how much Jas envied being able to ignore all that.

But Daniel's hand stroking her cheek was what brought her back to reality. It was like a magic trick, but it worked every single time, no matter how badly Jas was feeling. It worked every single time she was so stressed it felt like there was no way out. It worked in the nights when she couldn't get herself to sleep and even when she was exhausted before and after Olivia was born. It had worked every single day and night of the four years they spent together, so it wasn't really a surprise the fact that it worked that Sunday after too. In fact, knowing Olivia and Daniel were safe, by her side and exactly under the same roof as she was where the breeze of fresh air she needed that day.

"Everything suddenly got too much. Too loud and too warm, I guess. I wasn't in the mood to be there at all" Jas explained before Daniel could even ask; eyes still focused on Olivia as she tried to keep it together.

"The fact that your husband had a mediocre race doesn't help" Daniel affirmed softly, kissing her temple as Jas laced their fingers together and placed them over her chest.

"This has nothing to do with you. I'm just having one of those days" she shrugged, squeezing his fingers as she closed her eyes, feeling Daniel's lips against her skin again.

That's how they stayed for some minutes, lost in their own little bubble. Fingers lacing, eyes fixed on their baby girl and soft kisses to remember how they were there for each other. They didn't need any real reminders, not when their eternal reminder was right there by their side, wearing a cute Enchanté turquoise onesie with a pair of baby Vans, being a tiny copy of her dad.

"I was expecting you to explode at some point, y'know? You've been dealing with too much shit" Daniel whispered, breaking the silence of the motorhome.

It would be a lie if Jas didn't say everyone thought she was going to explode soon or later. She was always composed, but deep down all the shit was bubbling, especially the last couple of months and weeks. People always talked, she was used to it, and with time she learned to build a wall around her and them. She learned to make her skin thick because Daniel needed her, but since Monaco everything was going downhill, and she could point exactly at the guilty ones.

But the last thing Daniel needed was her fiancé exploding. He had too many issues, too much weight on his back, and too much pressure, so Jas took deep breath after deep breath waiting for herself to calm down, and it worked. It worked until that afternoon. "I'm just tired. I need to sleep. I need that summer break more than I thought" Jas insisted, turning in the bed to lay on her back and being able to look at Daniel.

What made her feel worse was how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes were too big and too noticeable. He looked exhausted and drained and on any normal day she would drag him to bed to get some rest, but that wasn't a normal day.

"Are you okay?" Jas asked, stroking his cheek with her fingers and then leaving her hand there, holding his jaw as carefully as possible. "You really need to sleep, baby. You really need to get some rest but we can't till we get to Monaco and I'm here laying like we don't have a plane to catch"

"Honey, I love you but stop for a damn sec. I'm alright. The one who's clearly not fine it's you" Daniel stated, stroking her face just like Jas was doing with him, all while their hands were still together, resting against her chest.

And then it came the guilt. Daniel shouldn't be worrying about her. He should be focusing on everything else but her. Her job was to help Daniel so he didn't have to worry about anything, at least on weekends when he should focus on everything except racing. That was her job, but Jas couldn't help but feel like she was failing miserably.

"I'm so sorry, Dan-"

But before she could keep talking, Daniel made her stay quiet with a kiss. It was so slow, so soft, so gentle, and so loving, that it made her mind shut up, even if just for a minute. It was all she needed in that moment to understand that it was good. It was going to be good no matter what happened as long as they were together. That's how it has been since the night they met.

"Hey, there's no need to apologize for anything. You're tired, it's normal. Nobody can blame you, especially not me" Daniel affirmed against her lips, stealing one last kiss as he moved apart just to be able to look at her face. "Let me ask you something. You sure you wanna have a weeding now? We can move it. Summer break, winter break, it's the same thing. We don't need a paper to say we love each other. We never needed one"

That was all Jas needed to suddenly sit down on the bed and drop his hands. She knew Daniel didn't mean wrong. She knew Daniel would never hurt her, but those words were like ice water suddenly falling all over her. They waited years for that moment. Between timing, the pandemic, restrictions and then the pregnancy and Olivia and everything, they had waited years. They waited so long that once Daniel finally proposed they just couldn't wait to do it, so they decided to not wait until winter break and instead do it during the summer break. Olivia was going to be six months by that time, so they thought it would be a good time to have their little dream wedding, surrounded by their families and friends in the place they called home. They thought it was a good idea, but maybe Daniel changed his mind.

"We're getting married in two weeks and you wanna move it? Are you having cold feet on this?" Jas asked, suddenly feeling like the air in the motorhome wasn't enough. The whole oxygen in the world wasn't enough as her chest was raising and falling too damn fast.

"No, babe! I want to marry you since the night we met, so believe me, I can't wait to do it. But-"

Even if Jas felt her soul going back to her body and her heart stop racing inside her heart, this time it was Jas' chance to make Daniel shut up, but she didn't do it with a kiss. Instead, she placed her fingers over his mouth, letting him know it was better to not keep talking. "No buts. We're gonna get married, then we get all the rest we need to come back and kick ass on track"

"You ain't regretting telling me to keep racing, right?" Daniel suddenly asked, between kisses all over her hand, but especially over her engagement ring. It was almost normal to hear Daniel ask such a thing, especially on the worst days. It was also normal for Jas to answer a very simple 'Shut up, babe', but that day she wasn't in the mood, not even for that.

"What's with you and the silly questions, babe?"

"I'm just saying…"

"No, Dan. I don't regret it" she started, getting up from bed because every single time Jas was overthinking and over-worried, she would pace around enough to leave a hole in the floor. "I'm just tired of seeing you work your ass off every single day and all for what? So your team makes a shitty strategy and both you and Lando get stuck behind some car? And then people and your own boss keeps talking shit and it goes on and on and on. You work your ass off at the factory and then you work your ass off at home to be a good husband and a good dad for our baby and to be present as much as possible because I know you're worried as fucking hell to let us down even if you could never do such a thing because you already are the best dad and husband" she rambled, moving her hair from one side to the other as a nervous tic she always had.

"J, princess, c'mon-" Daniel tried to interrupt her, even knowing it was impossible when she was nervous.

"No, you know it's true!" she exclaimed, maybe too loud, almost forgetting their daughter was by their side sleeping. And in those moments was when she was nothing but thankful for the fact that Olivia was a deep sleeper, not like them. "And damn, its not just you working your ass off. Look at Blake! And Mike? That poor boy's working none stop all the damn time to keep you healthy and ready to go while he's also trying to hold Maggie as tightly as possible because poor kid's a mess. He's doing every single possible thing to keep her going because she's also in the verge of losing it. She's running around like a chicken without head, Dan" Jas breathed, feeling the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. "And goddamn, I feel like I should do something else to help you all guys and I don't know what or how. I'm all over the place because Maggie and Mike are a big ass mess and I'm so fucking worried about them and it's their relationship but they're my family and at the same time I need to focus on you and Oli because it's my job. You're my priority and I need to look after you both because if I don't do it what kind of bad mom and wife I am? I can't even sit on that goddamn garage because I'm just tired of seeing everyone just smiling at me like it's all cool when it's not. But I should be able to stay because of you. You need me there, babe. I know you want me there. And then there's mom, dad, grandma, grandpa and our friends and the wedding and I feel a bad daughter and a terrible friend for not being more present for them and now for pulling all this shit on you when you have way bigger problems like driving a shitty car at 300 kilometers per hour at an unhealthy temperature and why I am even letting you do that? What kind of wife I am? What kind of mom I am letting the father of our baby do that?"

It wasn't until she took it all out of her chest that she stopped talking and walking. It wasn't until she was done, she also realized her heart was racing again, just like her mind. She knew Daniel could count with one hand how many times he'd seen Jas like that. The first time was when she had to tell him about the bad encounter she had with Christian Horner during the Monaco GP when Daniel and Jas had been dating for just a couple months back in 2018, which only gave Daniel another reason to leave Redbull. Then when they found out about Michael and Maggie and she had to explain to Daniel why she was so furious about the situation. Then when she found out she was pregnant. And the last was after she had a very long and very uncomfortable talk with Zak Brown. But even when it happened once in a while, Daniel knew what to do. He knew the best thing was to let her talk until it was out of her chest and that's exactly what he did.

"Are you done?" he wondered, getting up from the bed and going straight to her to place both hands on her shoulders.

"I don't know. If you give me another second I'm sure I'll find some other things where I'm failing miserably" Jas breathed, rubbing her face with both hands. Then it clicked. "The next collection! We need to finish asap with the new collection, babe! You're about to drop the rodeo collection and I don't have the next one done!" she exclaimed, pressing her hands over Daniel's chest and grabbing a handful of his shirt.

"When I asked you all those years ago to do this together, I didn't do it for you to freak out, babe. It's supposed to be fun" Daniel stated, looking down at her as he held her hands between his and resting them against his chest.

The memory of all those years ago was what made Jas finally smile in what felt like forever. It felt like it was yesterday when Daniel had the crazy idea to drop his own collection and asked Jas to do it with him because there was no one he trusted to do it more than her, even when Jas had almost no idea about clothes design. It felt like it was just days ago when he had to insist for a damn week to finally convince her to do some simple, cool design to see if they both liked it. It felt like no time passed since that first collection dropped and they worked on another and then another and another. It had been her favorite thing to do, her favorite job so far, and the most rewarding one, even if more than once she freaked out thinking it wasn't good enough. There was nothing as fun and wonderful as working with the man she loved, so it was nothing but a delight, at least almost all the time.

"It's fun ninety percent of the time" Jas shrugged, pretending it wasn't a big deal. "And I thought you did it cause I'm your favorite graphic designer"

"You're my favorite everything, kiddo" Daniel affirmed, kissing her once before he kept talking. "You're my favorite designer, but also the best mom, wife, friend, aunt and sister. And you gotta believe me when I tell you you're there for everyone all the time, J. Nobody knows how the hell you do it but you do, so nobody can say anything about you not being present. Plus, you're a badass. Not much people would've the courage to stand up against some of the most powerful people in Formula 1 and her boyfriend's bosses, and there you were calling out their shit, and not once but twice"

And again, Jas smiled, but this time thanks to the proud look on Daniel's face. Any other guy would probably get mad at his girlfriend for getting in on his business and standing up against his boss, but not him. He didn't do it all those years ago and he didn't do it weeks ago. He was just worried about what his bosses said to Jas, ready to stand up and fight anyone who would mess with the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. Not that Jas needed someone defending her, but Daniel was ready to do it.

"Gimme a chance and I'll do it again. Nobody messes with my baby daddy" Jas murmured, letting go of his hands to place them on his neck, stroking his jaw with her thumbs.

"I know, sweet mama badger" he smiled, placing his arms around her waist, bringing her even closer to his body. "You're a badass and that's one of the things I admire the most about you. That and the fact that you handle all my shit, you pull up with me as I go around racing cars, all while you're handling motherhood like a pro doing most of the things on your own"

"Danny, baby, don't. It's not like that"

"You know it's true. You do most of the things on your own and it's not like when it was just you and me. With the three of us it's just harder. Between the hours I spend at the sim, working, racing and everything else you spend most of the times on your own with Oli. And you do it anyway and never complain about a thing when you totally should, so it's alright if you do it now" Daniel affirmed, moving her hands under her shirt to stroke her back as he kept talking, never moving his eyes away from hers. "Just like it's alright if you're not in the mood to be at the garage. You don't have to if you don't want. And if you don't then that's not gonna change a damn thing. You're the best mom and wife in the world, that's why we love you so much. Thats why I love you so much and I can't wait to finally say this wonderful, smart, beautiful woman's my wife"

"I love you too, D. More than you'll ever know" she smiled, getting in her tiptoes to kiss him. Jas never needed a reaffirmation or a path on the back; everything she did was out of nothing but love and devotion for the man in front of her and then for their daughter. It was her job to look after them and there was nothing she loved more in the world, but to hear Daniel saying those words was all she needed to know she was doing the right thing. It was all she needed to know she wasn't fucking it up. "Sleeping with you that night was seriously the best decision I ever made" she joked, moving her arms around his neck to scratch his head and play with his short curls.

Jas was surprised Olivia didn't wake up by the sound of her dad's laugh. It was the next thing Jas needed to feel better and like every single time, it worked wonders. "Na, it's the second best. The first one is right there, sleeping like she doesn't need to get her tiny ass on a plane" Daniel affirmed, pointing with his head to Olivia.

And like every single night when they put her in her crib, they couldn't help but stay in each other's arms, just looking at her, still not believing she was real and with them. "We did a cute one, uh?"

"Cute? Look at her face. She's the most beautiful baby in the world!"

"She is. Besides those dimples and curls made her even cutter, just like her daddy" Jas smiled, looking from Olivia to Daniel and then back to their daughter. Everyone said Olivia looked like Jas. Everyone said she was her mother's face, but the youngest Ricciardo had her dad's brown eyes, his dimples and his cheeky smile. Besides, even if they weren't crazy and defined as Daniel's, Olivia inherited the brown curls, but they were more like a waved version of it. But Jas favorite thing was how Olivia also took the always-smiling thing from her dad. She was always giggling and smiling, which made everyone say she was nothing but a sunshine of a baby.

"Beautiful as her mum and pa" Daniel affirmed, kissing Jas' head. "Do you trust me?" he suddenly asked, looking back at Jas with the sweetest expression on his handsome face.

"You came inside me the first night we met, I started to travel the world with you not even six months after dating and then I moved in with you not even after one year and there you ask if I trust you" Jas joked, getting in her tiptoes again to kiss his cheek as she moved her arms from his neck to his waist to hug him.

"We were insane for that. But trust me when I say everything's gonna be alright. There's nothing you and me can't fix"

Has couldn't help but nod at his words. There was nobody she trusted as much as Daniel. They had been through roller coasters after roller coaster and they always made it work together no matter what the problem was or how hard things were, so she knew that was just another hard time in their story. "I know it's gonna be alright and I know there's nothing we can fix. I just miss home. I wanna lay down in our bed" she shrugged, getting out of her chest another of the things that were haunting her. Home was anywhere she was with Daniel and Olivia, but she missed Perth. She missed her favorite place in the world and being there with her favorite people.

"I know you do, kiddo. I miss it too, but just some days and we'll be there. Can you do that for me?" Daniel asked, kissing her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and lastly her lips.

"Just for you"

"You're the absolute best. Bestest of best in the world"

"I know" she shrugged, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his chest. She knew they didn't have much time left; she knew they had to go soon, and that meant going back to reality, so she took the chance to enjoy the last minutes of silence, but especially the last minutes of not sharing her husband with the world. "Remember when you told me you were thinking about switching to Renault?"

"I do. You told me if we had to move to France then we were going to move to France" Daniel remembered, kissing her forehead as they thought of those years that seemed like centuries ago.

"Exactly. And you told me 'I know you love Paris, but the Renault factory is in UK, princess'. That's how much I know about F1" Jas giggled, feeling as silly as she felt that day for having zero idea about ninety percent of all the things related to Daniel's work. Four years later she knew like a 30 percent more, but that was it.

"All I know it's you were all ready to make your bags and go to France with me. You've no idea how happy I was to hear you say that" he smiled, looking down at her with nothing but love in his brown eyes.

"I'm still ready to pack and go anywhere you want, but I don't really like France today" she murmured as a sad smirk appeared on her face.

"What about we grab our baby girl we get out of here?" Daniel offered, and those were probably the best words she heard in the whole damn day.

"Alrighty, let's get out of this shit hole" Jas affirmed, the slightest Aussie accent she kind of adopted with the years appearing at her finest in one single phrase, making Daniel smile even more.

"That's my wife!" he exclaimed, kissing her once more before they let each other go, ready to forget about that French weekend.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo one shot #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #formula one fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 oneshot #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot

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earthtooz · 1 year

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hi hi! so this is one part of my 5k event where i am accepting only EIGHT requests (so i don't burnout) from my followers for fics! to make this easier for me to write, i'm going to provide you all with a list of characters i'm willing to write for and some prompts + tropes!

please read the guidelines and rules if you are going to request!! happy requesting, hope to see u in my inbox ;>

˗ˏˋ EVENT MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗ THE CROSSED OUT MATERIAL MEANS YOU CAN NO LONGER REQUEST FOR IT

PROMPT LIST + TROPES: you are allowed to request more than one prompt/trope so go wild! the more material you give me, the more motivated i am to write it!

FLUFF: • 'i love every part of you, even the parts you don't' • 'i can't imagine a life where i don't adore you' • 'wow... you look... amazing' • 'sorry for the 7395 calls, i was worried' • 'you didn't ruin anything. actually, you made it better by coming.' • 'can i get a kiss? i think i deserve one.' • 'can i kiss you?', 'there's people watching!', 'let them' • 'go on a date with me and if you don't feel the same then i'll drop it, i promise' • 'you're not fine. c'mon, let me take care of you' • 'are we on a date right now?' • 'don't make me spell it out for you pretty, you know i want you' • 'am i your lockscreen?' 'you weren't supposed to see that' • 'when can i see you again?' (fluff or angst lol) • 'you came to my room at 4am to cuddle?' • 'i've waited so long to hear you say that' • 'stay with me. be it only for the night or forever, just please stay with me' • 'if there's really nothing going on between you, you won't care if i ask them out on a date, right?', 'no don't do that!'

ANGST: • 'i'm not going to kiss you- you broke my heart' • 'you're in my head, even when you're not supposed to be' • 'walk out that door and we're through' • 'please come home.' • 'you lied. you lied!' • 'if they even touch one strand of hair on your head, they're dead.' OR 'i don't want one strand of hair on your head damaged, do i make myself clear?' then taking the hit for them. • 'it's okay to leave me. please leave me.' • 'who could ever love someone like you?' • 'of course it was a lie the entire time. i was just pretending!' • 'don't fucking touch me!' • 'delete my contacts, we're done. don't ever talk to me again' • 'this is your favourite, isn't it?', 'was' • 'take what's yours then leave. i don't want to continue this anymore'

TROPES: • fake dating • dating for a bet • pining • forced proximity • accidental confession • soulmate!au (you can specify which version of the trope :D) • rivals to lovers • there's only one bed OR there's only one seat • 3+1 (my beloved) • enemies to lovers • or any trope you would like me to write!!! no dark content or i will kick you out >:( jk but no dark content!

CHARACTERS I'LL WRITE FOR:

from haikyuu!!: kuroo tetsuro + oikawa tooru + suna rintaro + miya atsumu + miya osamu + kageyama tobio

from blue lock: itoshi rin + nagi seishiro + michael kaiser + reo mikage + isagi yoichi + itoshi sae

from boku no hero academia: todoroki shouto + bakugou katsuki + kirishima eijiro + shinsou hitoshi + midoriya izuku + hawks

from jujutsu kaisen:gojo satoru + geto suguru + kamo choso + fushiguro megumi

aot: levi ackerman + eren yeager

RULES:

001: please do not give me your whole story!!! an ideal format would be something like this: 'can i get levi ackerman with 'it's okay to leave me. please leave me' and 'you're not fine. c'mon.' with the soulmate!au? this way i still have some creative liberty but you can still have some aspect of a story engrained in your request!

002: no nsfw, no dark content

003: i'm sorry, but i will not write for the requests that i can't see a storyline shaping. with that said, i might change up your ask a lil to see if i can get something going, so if your request isn't the original version, i'm sorry!

004: be nice. that's all !! ^-^

#some might turn into drabbles if i have the time #i hope the formatting isn't ugly- if it is i apologise T^T #earf's 5k sleepover - fics #earf's milestones #milestones #bnha x reader #aot x reader #jjk x reader #blue lock x reader #mha x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #prompt masterlist #prompts

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abastardworthknowing · 23 days

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this is probably silly but

I thought of a human au where Aziraphale owns a flat block in a small town and Crowley moves into one of the houses.

He’s the same as in the show, where he waives tennant’s flat fees if they can’t afford it (forget about it this month and just focus on making sure you eat and pay for your wellbeing. If you can pay me next month do, but i’d rather you looked after yourself first.) Most of his tennants try to pay him anyway, and he really doesn’t mind/ care because the only thing he has to pay for on the property is utilities. (in this country if your landlord includes utilities in the rent they are either very kind or something shady is going on lmao, it tends to be included in student rent though.)

anyway the reason i thought of this is because in sims now you can play as a landlord. as though that’s oh so stressful. All you need to do, with your thousands of pounds of rent, is make sure your tenants houses are liveable. No-one is asking for more, if they are, ngl who cares. YOU’RE A LANDLORD. *shakes fist at Maxis*

also like i can just imagine all of the tenants really liking aziraphale because he’s such a different landlord versus the ones irl haha, and they’re probably long term tenants. Maybe he does this to help people save to buy themselves permanent homes?

Anyway Crowley ends up letting a space in the block, and aziraphale does all the niceties of making sure he’s settled in asking him if he needs anything. Only the difference here is aziraphale is obviously like phwoar at Crowley and Crowley is the same back. But there’s a power imbalance. He doesn’t want the attraction to be a lie. (In so far as Crowley is only attracted to him because he’s nice/ feels obligated to sleep with him because aziraphale is nice etc)

Anyway in the end after aziraphale gives in and believes Crowley likes him because *he’s aziraphale* (I think I’d call him Ezra Fell, I know someone called Ezra irl also it sounds close to Israfel! :O anyway tangent)

Side Idea: The other arch angels are his half siblings, perhaps? OR maybe Aziraphale was born into a benevolent (? hah he wishes) gang. But idk if i like the gang idea. I do like God is Azi’s parent idea though. but in a butch way. and a we made money legitimately somehow *wink* way.

Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphon and Uriel are his half siblings. like each have their own parent, type deal maybe? Maybe Gabriel and Michael have the same parent? (no reason just an idea)

Or perhaps Uriel and Aziraphale share a parent, and Uriel wants nothing to do with the family, but was born into power anyway.

idk anyway the point is the family are well off. Maybe god is a business person and is rich af. owns stocks and all that? Then gave Aziraphale (and the others) loads of money and Azi was like thanks much appreciated this feels dirty and i need to use it right. So he does a lot of community work and funding work + you know houses people who need it.

Also the tennants’ money goes straight towards the property. He otherwise doesn’t touch it cause he’s literally loaded. Plus owns a bookshop and stuff. Not that he sells the books. But. He needs his family to think he’s doing *something* to earn money (Gabriel calls him lazy regularly. Bastard.)

uhhh this idea ran away with me whoops

@harleybecomecrowley so you see this but i’ll let u know in disc too :D <3

#go aziraphale #go crowley #gomens #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #I ran with this idea so hard i had to put it on the blog #also i wanna play sims #but it sucks #this level of story telling does not exist in that game i gotta imagine it 😭#azaria.text #azaria.idea

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whimsicalweepingwillows · 1 year

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Henlo there, all you people!!

My name's Ally, and I have a MIGHTY NEED for some new pen pals/moots in my life. I'm happily taken, and only looking for friends 😌

I'm a 24 (25 next month, but we're gonna ignore that 😭) year old bi chick from the North Eastern U. S. of A.

Here's a fact list about me, so you can see if I'm too weird for ya right off the bat!

Let's seeee...

- I own a cat named Eleanor Rigby who we nickname Smelly, and a gerbil named Buttercup

- I have a partner named Michael who is in like 90% of the stories I tell 💕

- I'm a stoner and have had a few trips 😁

- I've been a practicing neopagan witch for over 8 years, but have had to take a few big breaks due to mental health, so I'm still learning some basics

- I have a trillion hobbies, including crochet, painting (water color, gauche, acrylic), drawing/sketching, writing, (a very small amount of) sewing, art journaling, collaging, and I'm slowly getting back into gaming and reading!

- I've had a few hyperfixations in my past including (but not limited to) Gorillaz, Hetalia, WWE, Doctor Who, Firefly, Doctor Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog, Buffy, Invader Zim, Nightmare Before Christmas, Set it Off, WoW, and more

- I always like learning about new topics and hobbies, so please tell me about what you like to do!! I adore creative souls

- I almost always have dyed hair

- I have a side nose ring and no tats yet, but I'm soooo looking to get more!!

- I have a bit of a vulture culture side to me, but I will Never show anything like that unless I ask first or know that you don't mind

- I've recently been getting back into music, and I would LOVE to find friends with similar tastes!! I love pop punk, grunge, 80's/90's pop/punk/alt, and I've been getting more into rap and metal. I'm more than happy to share youtube playlists!

- I love Sci-Fi and Fantasy, and used to dress up to go to ren faires and comic cons! I haven't been able to go out much recently, but I hope to again soon!

- I would love to get back into writing and photography

- I can be a bit of a chatterbox, and I'm always there to be a listening ear if it's needed

- I'm super interested in learning more about: D&D/table top games in general, gaming, graphic novels, any art styles/mediums, sci-fi/fantasy media, ... Honestly everything and anything 😂

- I have depression, anxiety, and PTSD, but I try to stay as positive about life as possible

So there's that! I would absolutely Love to hear from any friends who feel a connection! I'm also super interested in snail mail pen pals, or even any discord chats. Here's some of my creations, too!!

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thotja · 1 year

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thoughts on Predator: Eyes of the Demon

overall not as ground breaking as I was hoping for (granted im a weird transsexual fag IRL so i guess i have a lot of expectations that are unlikely to be met by the average sci fi author), but still some decent stories! i'd say 6.5-7/10 overall. rating for each of the stories under the cut (to keep this post from being like. a mile long):

• "The Titans" by Tim Lebbon – underwhelming plot but i enjoyed their poetic rivalry. 6/10 • "The Distance in Their Eyes" by Stephen Graham Jones – good little story with a twist. Didn't think much of it at first but I keep thinking about it. 9/10 • "Aftermath" by Bryan Thomas Schmidt – ENOUGH. OF. DUTCH. let the poor guy rest! that being said, the way we get a tantalizing 3 paragraphs or so of "baby's first hunt" is SO charming. would have been more if it was focused on HIM not dutch but it was ALL about Dutch so. 3/10 • "Proving Ground" by Linda D. Addison – yautja-centric! and focusing on political maneuvering! yippee! sadly still kinda whatever. 7/10 • "Lion of the Himalayas" by Ammar Habib – human focused but a much needed change of setting and at least was unique. One of the better stories imo! 8.5/10 • "The Fix is In" by Jonathan Maberry – another capitalist-military future story (i hate this genre btw) but i'm obsessed with the single surviving yautja tricking a group of humans just to hijack their ship since his was irrevocably fucked. kudos to you, bro! 5.5/10 • "Bitter Hunt" by Kim May – this one just raised too many questions it didn't have the length to answer. why was your son going around killing women and children??? at least u killed him yourself. i would be sooooo embarrassed in her shoes. i would say if it got more space to flesh itself out, it could've been great. but this version we get is solidly a 6.5/10 • "Field Trip" by Robert Greenberger – THE INFAMOUS BIRTH AND NURSING STORY!!!!!! i think i have the most beef with the world building in this story out of all them. like. why the fuck were her novices such misogynists??? hello?????? like ZERO respect / understanding of reproduction. u were a baby once too you know?! funny setup, annoying teen boy type behavior, questionable mom choices too (if she didn't want to have da baby on earth then why sign up for this job so close to your due date?), but ultimately, the reason i chose this book in the first place. so 10/10 for getting me, keeping me, and making me mad. • "Cannon Fodder" by Gini Koch – girl power! would have been better if they were lesbians at the end. 6/10 • "Little Miss Nightmare" by Peter Briggs – I like this writer's style the most out of all the other authors featured. I thought his human characters were at least interesting. AND the yautja featured was more of an anthropologist vs being exclusively there to trophy people. so she had more curiosity. I think a lack of curiosity in people's yautja characters is the most disservice they can do to them. 9.5/10 • "The Trophy" by A.R. Redington – NOT HOW IT WOULD'VE GONE DOWN. TAKING LOTSA POINTS FOR THAT. 2/10 (objectively not a bad story. but makes me mad) • "The Monster" by Michael Kogge – hey I've been there! really funny to have bigfoot fight predator, but underwhelming-ly written. 6/10 • "Ghost Story" by Joshua Pruett – I suspect you are not a geologist. 5/10 • "Sly Dark in the Daylight" by Yvonne Navarro – really funny to have a Bad Blood be the main yautja in the story. human centric of course but at least it was a different setup than typical "yautja hunting humans" type thing. Kinda addicted to the ending but also not how it would've ended in my opinion. 6/10 • "Dead Man's Switch" by Scott Sigler – yeah yeah engineered super beast hunting facility attracts yautja. of course. 6/10

#yautja #predator #predator eyes of the demon #predator books #review

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brianjaeger · 2 months

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2024 Academy Award Best Picture Nominees Guide For Those Who Haven’t Actually Watched Them

In a year when the names of pretty much every movie are combinations of random, non-descript words, and with a lineup of films that few people did actually watch or even legitimately know what they’re about (except Barbenheimer) - the Academy really tested the flimsy premise of this now decade-old bit.

But tis the season! So sing along with me! My awards have a first name, it’s O-S-C-A-R!

My awards have a second name, it’s C-O-R-P-O-R-A-T-E-H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D-W-I-L-L-S-O-O-N-B-R-E-A-K-I-T-S-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-T-O-T-H-E-U-N-I-O-N-S-A-N-D-C-R-E-A-T-E-A-L-L-O-F-T-H-E-S-E-M-O-V-I-E-S-W-I-T-H-A-I-I-N-T-H-E-F-U-T-U-R-E!

So, let’s dive in for this 10th rundown of the Best Picture nominees!

American Fiction

What Florida Governor Ron DeSantis calls critical race theory.

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German Fiction is what those who planned to vote for DeSantis call Zone of Interest.

If this wins, Faye Dunaway and Warren Beatty will announce it as La La Land.

Tracee Ellis Ross plays the role of Dr. Lisa Ellison. Other original names for characters were Myra Lucretia Taylor as Dr. Mary Lucretiason, Michael Cyril Creighton as Dr. Thomas Cyrilson and Sterling K. Brown as Dr. William K.-son.

Anatomy of a Fall

About 6-foot-2 and roughly 200 pounds at the time that he slapped Chris Rock at this awards show in 2022.

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You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris? They call it Anatomie D'Une Cheese.

I thought it was a bit lazy that in order to play the half-blind son, director Justine Triet just put an eye-patch on Milo Machado-Graner and exclaimed, “Mon Dieu! Ze garçon is now half blind. Voir!

Eric Clapton’s least favorite Best Picture nominee.

Barbie

A sharp and immensely profitable attack upon the patriarchy and a film that became a rallying cry for female empowerment in Hollywood that garnered no Best Director or Best Actress nominations but nabbed a nom for penis-owning actor Ryan Gosling.

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Hi Barbie!

One day during childhood, I agreed to play Barbies with my two sisters and my brother. But we played Saved By The Bell with Ken as Zack Morris, an Aladdin doll as A.C. Slater and various Barbies as Kelly, Jessie and Lisa. It was civil until I got bored and used another Ken doll to be Screech and all of a sudden gave him the power (ironically…Screech's last name was Powers) to fly and then pretended he was flying over the Dream House and farting and pooping down (also ironically in light of Dustin Diamond’s later activities) on everyone causing my sisters to scream at me while I cackled with laughter. Not really a joke. Just a real crystalized childhood memory that I'm sadly still kind of proud of and also still think is very funny.

Next year, the Polly Pocket movie will be a tremendous hit, break down traditional gender norms, and Austin Butler will be the only one nominated for an Oscar for playing Paul E. Pocket.

The Holdovers

A story about a group that has nowhere to go after they are abandoned in New England…the 2020 Patriots.

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The lead role called for a “stubborn, curmudgeonly” character and Paul Giamatti just materialized on set.

To achieve Giamatti’s character Paul Hunham’s trademark lazy eye, Alexander Payne enlisted the help of Anatomy of a Fall director Justine Triet who came on set and addressed Giamatti’s right eye, saying, “Bonjour, eye! Do some work, s'il vous plaît. (Pauses for a beat.) Sacre bleu! Ze eye refuses to work. Zis is a lazy eye!”

This is the first collaboration between director Alexander Payne and actor Paul Giamatti since Sideways which now makes sense since there are various points in the film where a character, with absolutely no context or prompting, sips a glass of merlot and spits it on the ground screaming, “Merlot is the worst liquid in the universe!” But it was a bit much when the last scene of the movie was Paul Giamatti looking directly into the camera and saying, “Fuck you, merlot,” before the credits rolled.

Killers of the Flower Moon

Ernest in the Army. Ernest Scared Stupid. Ernest Goes to Jail.

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Leonardo DiCaprio initially turned down the role when he learned that his romantic interest in the film, Mollie Kyle, was 137 years old, saying, "Maybe without the 7!"

IMDB lists this movie’s runtime in years.

Scorsese rejected composer Robbie Robertson’s first score for the film that included “‘Up on Cripple Creek…Is Where They Found Anna’s Body’”, “I Shall Be Released…Is What King Hale Tells Ernest While In Jail”, “The Weight…Of His Transgressions Caused Ernest to Testify Against His Uncle” and “Ophelia…Is Probably The Name of One of The Background Osage Women Characters, Oh Come On Marty, Just Put It In The Credits, People Love This Song”

Maestro

Seasoned musician Leonard Bernstein (Bradley Cooper) discovers-and falls in love with-struggling actress Felicia Montealegre (Carey Mulligaga). She has just about given up on her dream to make it big as an actress - until Leonard coaxes her into the spotlight. But even as Felicia’s career takes off, the personal side of their relationship is breaking down, as Leonard fights an ongoing battle with his own internal demons. Then, he pisses his pants at the Grammys.

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Early critical reviews of the trailer focused on the “Anatomy of a Face”.

Just like in “A Star Is Born”, Bradley Cooper took vocal lessons to actually perform Leonard Bernstein's classic “Hallelujah”. (What’s that? There are two Jewish Leonards?)

Cooper spent nearly 45% of the film’s budget on that epic final battle scene between Bernstein and Lydia Tár.

Oppenheimer

Julius Robert Oppenheimer Schmidt! That's my name too! Whenever I got out, the people always shout, “There goes Julius Robert Oppenheimer Schmidt!” Na-na na-na na-na-na!

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In an alternate scene, it's revealed that the exchange between Oppenheimer and Edison by the pond that caused Albert to react so sadly when walking past Robert Downey Jr. is that Oppenheimer tried to sneak a fart but then said, “Oh no. I just Oppensharted.”

Nolan took some liberties with the true story. In reality, the U.S. killed between 110,000 and 210,000 Japanese citizens…with kindness.

Since ABC does not include the Academy’s Scientific and Technical Awards during the broadcast, we will not see Cillian Murphy’s acceptance speech for Best Seated Mangina.

Past Lives

This film follows the stories of the characters’ souls across time, and the stories are interwoven as they advance, showing how they all interact in their “past lives”. The film explores how people's “past lives” are connected with and influence each other and…wait a second. Nope. That’s Cloud Atlas. (Do not watch Cloud Atlas.)

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Due to scheduling conflicts with Poor Things, Emma Stone was unable to play the female Asian lead this time.

However, in the North Korean version of the film, Kim Jong Un played the role. And all the other roles. And won all of the Oscars. Ever.

This movie is a prequel to the movie Lives.

Poor Things

From Pixar comes the story of little Sally Sangiovese, a newly bottled red Italian wine who is separated from her Sangio-family and sent to the wine cellar. There, she’ll befriend Nelson Nebbiolo, a wizened red from the Piedmont region who is coming up on 30 years in the cellar but still hasn’t gotten over the loss of his Spanish love, Tia Tempranillo, who was pulled from the cellar for a quinceañera dinner the year prior. Together, the two will hatch a plan to release themselves from the cellar to reunite Sally with her family and Nelson con su amor. Along their adventurous aging process, audiences will discover that even when the bottle appears half-empty, you simply decant dampen the spirit of these…Pour Things!

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Max McCandles was actually the original name of Lumière from Beauty and the Beast.

Unfortunately this story of a British woman receiving a brain transplant isn’t about J.K. Rowling.

This is the first movie written by new AI trained only on Dr. Seuss books, Kanye West’s Twitter feed and the dreams of Gary Busey.

The Zone of Interest

Rudolf the conflicted Nazi! Had a garden full of rows! Of plants his wife liked to tend to! Horrifically juxtaposed! Then one sunny German day, Hitler came to say, “Rudolf of the triple Reich, won't you Holocaust tonight!” Then, how he wrestled with morality! As he puked and thought, “Why me?!” Rudolf the conflicted Nazi! This one’s really hard for comedy!

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The popularity of the film has already led to a sequel, Höss Party 2.

Probably also the title of one of the Mission Impossible movies.

I actually did watch every other movie nominated for Best Picture this year, but The Zone of Interest is the only one I did Nazi!

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ari<33 how was your day? how is it going? tell me tell me!! MY QUESTION IS what movies would be your movies with gojo n geto n shoko?? like something you're both always down to watch

i just thought about this bc i put jackass on for background noise (a totally normal thing to do i know) and i realized that jackass would absolutely be something me n gojo would bond over lmao i think he'd find it so funny and he'd react to everything sooo dramatically like he's crawling backwards over the couch he's gagging he's crying he's laughing and he will most definitely wanna fucking try some of the stunts............................ he's stupid and i love him

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY !!!!!!!! hihihi!!!!!!!!! so happy to see u here hehe. my day was good!!! 🌻🌻🌻 im trying to take advantage of my uni break to read and write a bunch!!! which is super fun :D i wanna check out more of ur stuff sometime soon too !!!!

what abt u mickey?? did u do anything fun??? i hope ur day was (or is!!) super duper lovely <33

AAAA AND. thats the cutest question ever im losing it im biting at the walls tysm for indulging my sashisu obsession….. this got long u have been warned ‼️

FIRST OF ALL i just wanna say i havent watched jackass so i cant comment as much as i want to 😔😔😔 bUT i trust u and agree w everything u say yep yep !!!! AND i 100% agree that gojo would do movie stunts w u THATS SO CUTE 😭😭 he would do the most complicated dangerous stunt just to impress u <333 and then break his ankle. and force u to nurse him back to health it was on purpose :/

ahhh but!!!! honestly mickey i dont watch as many movies as id like to……. (PLS GIVE ME RECS 🙏🙏🙏) i have some faves and genres that i love tho!! so here r just some general thoughts :3

gojo is canonically down to watch basically anything so i feel like we would hunt down the most awful/low quality/unintentionally hilarious movies we can n just lose it laughing. ALSO…. im not super into reality tv but i think gojo would LOVE that shit. obsessed w it. i would watch his silly little reality tv shows just to make him happy <333 i feel like he would have genuine beef w people on the show too PHDKDJD LIKE DAMN IS IT REALLY THAT SERIOUS… but it is. he’s out for blood.

….. also this is me being self indulgent lets be clear but: some part of me thinks gojo would love musicals <33 its the would-be theatre kid in him. i love and cherish the legally blonde musical and i know he would too. he sings along obnoxiously loud which would be super funny if he was tone deaf but sadly he has a beautiful voice LMAOO

NOW as for shoko …… she loves horror movies. loves them loves them. i think she’d actually prefer really bad horror movies though. bc she thinks the over-the-top effects are so funny… either way im suffering bc im a scaredy cat LOL. but i feel like she’d like that too <33 (i would cry and she would comfort me by explaining how splattered brains ACTUALLY look and that would make me cry more)

AH ALSO … i have literally no idea where this came from and its not a movie but!! i think shoko would be unreasonably obsessed w the office. its her hyperfixation. we would binge it together all the time <33 my favorite is michael but she would compare him to gojo (objectively correct comparison) and i would no longer be able to see him the same way

and then for sugu…….. he’s so pretentious mickey. i just know he is. ONLY watches good movies. if u ask nicely he’ll watch a bad movie w u but will silently judge it + ur taste the whole time i hate him. (i dont.) idk i just feel like he has way too much to say abt fight club and the godfather PSBDJBF TELL ME U SEE THE VISION…. will lowkey mainsplain them to u but its sugu so i think its fine <33

but jokes aside i think sugu just has Good taste. beyond the mainstream toxic man movies (and even w those i think he has genuinely good and interesting takes he’s simply Perfect)… i feel like he has a wide selection of lesser known movies that are actually really really good and he shares them w u <3 and gatekeeps them from everyone else im thinking like old monochrome french movies w really interesting plots …. indie gems …. etc etc.

but as i said im not knowledgeable abt movies at ALL so i think id just have to trust his taste n watch them w him 😭😭 i cant decide if he’s the type to pause the movie every two minutes to explain something or give u side eye if u talk while its playing PDBDJDJ EITHER WAY… i love him.

OH BUT BUT BUT …. i think sugu would love mystery movies a lot!!! and they r my favorites ever ever ever. i love knives out & the 2009 sherlock holmes movies so i would force him to watch them w me. thankfully theyre super good so we’d both be happy :) yeah.

if u pay attention while reading u can tell the exact moment i started getting carried away i think PDBDJD THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION MICKEY ….. so fun to think abt. if u have any more thoughts on what u and gojo would watch PLS tell me i am itching to know 🙏🙏🙏🙏

#check: be normal abt sashisu (legendary: failure)#I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEMMMM #mickey what r ur favorite movies also !! 👀👀 pls i need recs i cant live like this #i need to start coming up w good questions to ask u too grrr my imagination is so lacking though 😭😭😭#ask tag ✩

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