she's back! 😂

ROMEO & JULIET, l. hughes

word count | 1.3k

pairings | luke hughes x fem!zegras!reader, platonic!trevor zegras x sister!reader, platonic!quinn hughes x reader, platonic!jack hughes x reader

summary | in which trevor zegras finds out who his sister has been fooling around with, and he isn’t very happy.

warnings | not proofread, no use of "y/n", but the reader goes by the nickname “jules”. slight nsfw content but no smut. lowercase intended. this is a work of fiction, i am by no means saying this is how they act in real life.

a/n | this is highly requested, however i did rewrite it like 3 times. it still isn’t my favorite thing ever but here it is! enjoy!!

jules zegras was off limits to trevor’s friends, a rule that jules found incredibly stupid. since when did he get to decide who she can and cannot date? still, she kept her distance and they kept theirs. that was until luke hughes walked into jules’ life. 

it started off as nothing more than a fling, a one night stand. but one night turned to two, and nights turned into morning coffees, you get the picture. jules was happy, luke hughes made her happy. he was the perfect gentleman, he opened the car door for her, brought her flowers for every date night. he treated her like a queen and fucked her like a whore. he was the definition of perfect in jules’ eyes; the only problem was trevor. 

because of trevor, they spent most of their time together, sneaking around. quick kisses as they passed, sneaking into bathrooms at parties for a few minutes alone. they had sworn ethan and mark to secrecy when they had caught the two of them kissing. and trevor did everything in his power to keep his sister away from his friends, especially the hughes brothers. they were a real life romeo and juliet. 

jules giggled as luke kissed up her neck, her hands attempting to push him back. “lu, we can’t. my brother will be back soon and he will kill you if he found out.” she let out a breathy moan as he sucked lightly on her neck. “luke, please.” 

“i’m tired of hiding, baby. i just wanna kiss my girl and not have to worry about everyone finding out.” luke looked at her, a soft pout on his face. 

“trust me, i want nothing more than to show you off, but i can't if you're dead. just give me time to tell him.” luke frowned but nodded, placing another kiss on her neck. “luke.”

“alright, alright, i’m done.” he smirked, backing off. “for now.” jules blushed, pushing him away from her when the door to her apartment opened. 

“jules! luke! we're back!” trevor shouted, setting the pizzas on her counter.

“dude, we’re right here. you don't need to shout.” jules glared at her brother as jack and quinn walked in behind him. “the fuck you lookin’ at?” jules raised an eyebrow to jack who had a weird look on his face.

“is that a hickey?” he asked, pointing to the bruise forming on her neck. she gave him a harsh glare, knowing what he was up to. jack had walked in on luke and jules cuddling the day prior, and he had been trying to get them to tell trevor ever since. “are you blushing?” jules stood up, shoving past jack to grab a slice of pizza. 

“i don't know what you’re talking about.” she didn’t meet the eyes of her brothers and friends as she made her way back to her spot on the couch.

“jules, what is he talking about? let me see.” trevor tried to get a look at the hickey, but jules pushed him away, smacking him upside the back of his head. “ow, what the hell?”

“fuck off, trev. it's just a hickey, you act like you haven’t ever given someone a hickey!” she argued, her blush giving away the embarrassment she was feeling. “i’ve had it a few days, clearly you are oblivious.”

“you didn’t have it yesterday.” jack stated, his mouth full of pizza. trevor whipped around to jack, ready to interrogate his best friend. quinn sat beside luke, the two watching it go down. luke was glaring at his brother, giving him the ‘cut it out’ motion as he did. 

“how do you know?” trevor looked to jack, a suspicious look on his face. “i swear, jack, if you gave her the hickey–”

“first of all, ew. second of all, jack doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“what do you mean ew? please, you wanna get with me, don’t even deny it.” jules rolled her eyes, going to retort when trevor interrupted them.

“hold up, do you know who gave her the hickey?” 

“trev, i’m in college. why are you so surprised that i have a hickey?” jules was doing her best to defer the conversation, but trevor was persistent. “just let it go.”

“i’ll let it go when you tell me.” jules huffed out a laugh at his words. “come on, jules, just tell me!”

“no! jesus, trev, it isn’t that big of a deal.” jules took a bite of her pizza, glancing at luke. he was silent, avoiding eye contact with her and trevor.

“dude, just let her be. i wanna watch a movie and i can’t if you fuckers keep arguing.” quinn intervened, tired of the pointless arguing. jules looked to quinn with a grateful look in her eye, earning a slight nod. 

“fine, but we aren’t finished talking about this, jules.” she rolled her eyes, grabbing the remote from her coffee table to turn on a movie. 

“yeah, whatever.” jules clicked on a random movie, glancing to luke once more.

“dude, why do you keep looking at luke?” trevor asked, his face dropping when he realized. “oh my god, it was luke wasn’t it?” luke’s face flushed and he began to stutter as he tried to tell him otherwise. “oh my god!” 

“trevor, wait before you get mad–” jules started, her face incredibly red.

“of all my friends, you chose luke?” 

“hey! why’d you say it like that?” luke asked, an offend look on his face. “you say that like i’m a bad kid or something. be glad it's me and not jack!” jack began to choke on his pizza, glaring at luke as he coughed.

“fuck you, moose. i’m a great guy!” jules burst out laughing at his statement, stopping when she saw the look on trevor’s face.

“trevor, please. just listen before you kill him.”

“kill me?” luke’s voice squeaked, his eyes wide.

“hush, luke.” luke looked to quinn wide eyed, jules moved closer to luke, putting herself between luke and trevor. “listen, trev, he treats right, okay? and he is super sweet, and funny, and hot. and he treats me right, and that’s all that should matter.” jules spoke quickly, her face flushed as she spoke. “i like him, trev, like really, really like him. hell, i love him!” she clamped a hand over her mouth at her confession. her eyes darted to luke, the only sound in the room being the tv as everyone stared at her, eyes wide. “wait–”

“you love me?” jules’ fight or flight kicked and she ran out the door of her apartment. she hadn't even realized she was running until she was outside her complex, the winter air nipping at her skin. she felt her chest tighten, panic coursing through her veins. she hadn’t meant to say that, at least not yet. she sat on the cold pavement attempting to catch her breath. “j?” she whipped her head toward luke, shocked he had followed her out.

“lu–” luke sat beside her, placing a hand on her cheek and drawing her lips to his. 

“i love you, jules zegras. so goddamn much.” luke said, after pulling back from her. she gripped the front of his shirt in her fist, a goofy smile on her lips.

“god, you are so hot.” 

“oh, i know.” he laughed when she hit him. she kissed him once more, before pulling him up with her. 

“we should probably go talk to trevor. he’s probably planning your murder.”

“ehh, i wouldn't be so sure about that.” jules looked at him, confused. he led her back up to her apartment, opening the door. inside, shouting could be heard.

“dude, we’re going to be brothers-in-law!” jack shouted, shaking trevor by his shoulders. “aren’t you excited?”

“yes, i am. i don’t think quinn is though.” jules and luke walked in further, looking to quinn who had a dead stare on his face, looking as though he wanted to die.

“you good, quinny?” jules asked, looking to the oldest hughes.

“how could you do this to me?”

Hi!! Can I request jealous Jordan li where reader is spending a lot of time with someone else, maybe for a school project or something and Jordan notices and is like, nope, not happening, this one's mine bc they're so in love with reader and want all of the attention

Whew, that was a lot, haha,

Thank you!!!!

*not sure if u want established partners or situationship w feelings or something else, but i think imma go with situationship bc thats always the vibe for jordan lol if u want more established relationship lmk*

Debate club was a sensible extracurricular, and you had been doing it since your school stopped having model UN in 9th grade. It wasn't your favorite thing in the world, but you liked to argue, so it worked out. This week, you were arguing the "for" case with your teammate for the semester, Blake Mathers. He's a grating sophomore with floppy hair, and telekinesis powers you've only seen him use to enable his own laziness. The head of the club was nice enough, but he was insistent on "teamwork" when you'd much rather write alone. It was exhausting, trying to filter your thoughts and opinions, and allowing others to shine was not your style.

You try to pay attention to what Blake was saying about the topic, but all you were thinking about was Jordan Li. Ever since you made out at one of Dusty's infamous parties, they had invaded your senses and your thoughts. They'd catch you staring during class, or you'd wear a tiny skirt to a party, and you'd end up in a closet, or a car, or a bedroom, all limbs and heavy breathing.

"Um, hello? Did you hear me?" You shake your head.

"Sorry. Say that again?"

"The argument we wrote yesterday. It's gone - my computer got fucked." Ah, crap. This is the second time Blake's stupidity has made you re-do work. You'd done some research at the start of the week, and he'd forgotten to mention the topic had been changed. You sigh.

"Well, fuck. Alright, let's go back to the library then." You turn around and start walking, trying not to show your disappointment. You'd been hoping to "run into" Jordan at the JitterBean - hence the tight-ass skinny jeans.

Waste of an outfit, you think bitterly, pushing open the glass doors and setting up at the table that you and Blake had been using to do your assignments. Thankfully you'd saved your notes from yesterday, so you began reconstructing your argument while Blake screwed off.

You weren't paying much attention to what he was doing until you saw him fucking with Justine. Now there's some bullying you can get behind. You giggle, and watch as he makes another paper airplane fly around her head. She glares over at him and storms out, which makes you laugh out loud. The librarian glares, and you exchange a guilty look with Blake before getting back into writing.

The afternoon goes by easily after that. You were vaguely aware of other students milling about or studying nearby, but you were in the zone. Finally, at almost 8, the argument was done, and you saved it in multiple places just in case.

You wave goodbye to Blake, happy that the session went reasonably ok and the work was done. Saturday's debate was going to be a blast.

"Have fun on your little date with Mathers?" Jordan was leaning against the outside wall of the library, expression unreadable.

"Is the infamous Jordan Li jealous?" Their eyes harden slightly.

"Not jealous, just lookin out for you. He's a moron." They begin walking beside you, not acknowledging how unhinged they were behaving. Just looking out for you? If they weren't so damn hot, you might slap them. But the fact that they were asking meant.... something, right? You ignored how that made your heart swoop and just kept walking.

"We have debate club together, and he keeps fucking shit up, that's all." You say, in spite of yourself. If you were smarter, you'd let them wonder what you were doing with him. But you couldn't keep from looking at them, and feeling disappointed you can't make out any relief in their eyes. But then, their arm is snaked around your waist and their lips are at your ear.

"You wear those skin fucking tight jeans to just study with him?" You grit your teeth, forcing your mouth to not say what you wanted so desperately to say: 'No, I wore them for you, and you're clearly the idiot if you can't tell that I am so wrapped around your finger that I will dress up just in case I see you.' and just roll your eyes instead. They let their hand slide from your waist to your back pocket, daring you to stop them. And of course you don't. With every inch their hand travels, your heart skips another beat. When they squeeze your ass ever so slightly, a whimper sneaks out before you can stop it.

And with that, you're being pressed against a tree and their lips are on your neck.

"Fuck, J." You curse as their teeth sink into your skin.

"You're mine, baby. Only mine." They murmur in your ear.

"Always have been." You say back, almost moaning as they continue their assault on your neck. They pull away at this.

"Yeah? That why you're spending all your time with Mathers and co instead of me, in such," They pause to run their hands on your hips, pulling you tight against them. "delicious clothes."

"I thought you weren't jealous." You murmur, sliding your hand up their back. "But I wore these, and what's underneath, for you and you alone. He's just a moron who's forced me to re-do my work twice this week alone."

"Oh, you poor baby. Let me take you up and make everyone hear who really owns you." You barely hold back a moan as they drag you up to your dorm to fulfill their promise.

♡ ｂｅｓｉｄｅ ｙｏｕ ♡

♡ Pairing: boyfriend!jisung x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Han adores you and there's truly no one else he'd rather ditch a party early to cuddle with.

♡ Genre: fluff 

♡ Word Count: 1k-ish

♡ Warnings: mention of anxiety, brief non-sexual undressing

Han sits on the floor in front of Felix’s couch with his head cradled by the softness of your thighs. You run your fingers through his hair, stopping every now and then to carefully massage his scalp. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath in, and slowly lets it back out. When his eyes open again he doesn’t feel as smothered by the party raging around him.

Suddenly the music’s muffled, the lights have softened, and the crowds push away until there’s only you. His darling. His love. His sweet baby. His reputation for being a social butterfly has come to mean that people expect a lot of him. With expectations come pressure and with pressure comes anxiety. But sitting here with you is his safe place. You are his safe place. 

He takes you by the wrists, weaving his fingers between yours, and lays your arms over his shoulders. “Why ya lookin at me like that? Hmm?” you tease, nuzzling your chin against his velvety hair. Han smiles, those pinchable quokka cheeks perking up, “Because you’re so beau-ti-ful.” There’s something charming about the incredibly British way he says that word.

Beau-TI-ful. So beau-TI-ful. He’ll say it in any accent you want, any language he can learn if you ask him to. In his eyes, you’re a work of art worthy of praise in every possible way he can offer it. And every time he does, without fail, you get this warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. The one you're feeling right about now.

You kiss him on the forehead, trying to hide that sweet smile of yours even though he wishes that you wouldn’t. “I wish we were home so we could cuddle” you sigh and he’s already on his feet, helping you get your things together. Typically he makes it a point to say goodbye to Felix but now all he can think of is lying in bed with you, his arms snug around your gloriously chubby figure.

Getting you back home is his only objective. Han leads you out into the night, fingers still interlocked with yours and tries his hardest to remember where he parked the car. Crossing the street, your heel catches on a piece of gravel. “Shit” you mumble, nearly losing your balance. Han spins around, wide eyed and worried sick that you’ve gotten hurt somehow.

He kneels down right away, inspecting your ankle for broken bones, “Are you okay? Does this hurt?” “Baby, I’m fine. Don’t worry. I shouldn’t have worn these stupid heels anyway.” Despite your assurance that you’re alright, he continues to examine your ankle, even checking the other one to be double sure.

You’re his favorite. The thing he wouldn’t trade for every star hanging up above. If anything ever hurts you, even something as small as a paper cut, he has to take care of it. Make it all better. “Just, uh, stay here, okay? Don’t move!” he instructs, moving you back onto the sidewalk. “Han…” A quick peck on the lips cuts you off before he’s racing to get the car.

You aren’t nearly as fragile as your boyfriend acts like you are but it makes you feel special that he cares so much. Han pulls the car up beside you, hopping out to help you into the passenger’s seat. His sense of urgency makes it seem like you were injured in battle. “I said I was fine” you giggle, “It’s really not that serious.” Han pulls off your heels, taking a few seconds to massage your “poor little ankles”.

On the ride home he asks a million times if you’re comfortable. Is the seat the way you like it? Is the music okay? You tell him that it’s perfect because it is. It always is. 

You shift the focus from yourself by asking about his music and the spark it sets off within him is visible. “Oh my pretty, pretty baby” he squeals, resting a hand on the gentle meat of your inner thigh, “I have, like, so much to tell you! So much!” Han talks a mile a minute, squeezing your thigh a bit tighter each time he gets to a detail he’s really excited about.

Before you know it you’re pulling into your garage and he’s almost dragging you up to the bedroom. You don’t have to lift a finger to change out of your clothes because Han’s already plucking them off of you and replacing them with your comfiest pajamas. “You want tea? Water? A snack?” he asks, hopping into a pair of sweatpants. 

“What I want is…” You collapse onto the bed, bringing him down with you, “This. This is nice.” Han lays his head on your stomach, hands sliding up the side of your shirt to squish your love handles, “If you ever get rid of this I’ll cry.” You roll your eyes, "Oh please.” “I mean it, it’s my favorite.” “You say every part of me is your favorite.”

Han scooches up to kiss you on the nose, “You can have more than one favorite. Like here…” Lips brush against your neck. “And here...” Fingers trail down your spine. “And here…” Han could go on like this, worshiping everything from the nape of your neck to that ticklish spot behind your knee, for the rest of the night. 

And he does. Even going so far as to double back to make sure he hasn’t missed anything. When he’s finished, he cuddles up behind you, no longer content with being the little spoon. “Can we just stay like this forever?” “Mmm, maybe…” you mumble, rolling over to rest your face on his chest.

“Maybe?” You can’t see his face but you’re positive there’s a look of utter offense on it. Draping your leg across his waist, you kiss underneath his chin, “Yes, we can. Forever. You are my favorite after all.”

hello, could you write one where Joe gets jealous because one of his nephews has a "crush" on yn? 💜💜

Nephews | Joe Burrow x Reader

Summary: Joe and you go to his bother house for a dinner when his nephews keep taking your attention from Joe.

word count: 718

Warning: jealous Joe

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You and Joe were heading over to his brother's house for a dinner that his family invited them to last night. You smiled big. “I can't see your little nephews again. Did you know they both like me a lot?” You smiled even bigger thinking about those boys.

Joe chuckled out. “You tell me that everytime we go see them Y/n” You roll your eyes. “You know it's been ages since we even saw them. You know you miss them too.” He just shakes his head while pulling up to his brother's house. The two cutest boys were outside chasing each other as you got out of the car.

Once they noticed you they ran to you yelling your name. “Y/n you here we miss you so much.” Both of them hug you tight. “Oh my look how much you two have grown up.” Joe walks around the car and pats the boy's head. “Hey to you boys.” He told them. Both of them look at him. “Hi Uncle Joe” before Joe could get another word out  the boys grabbed your hand. “Come play with us”

You look over at Joe with a big smile before they pull you in the house. Joe signs. ‘’They act like I'm not here” He goes inside the house too. You sat in the living room playing some game you didn't understand but you were having fun. Joe was watching them when his brother walked to him. “You know mother taught us not to stare and that kind of stare is not good. Why are you watching them?” 

He turns to his brother. “I wasn't staring, just watching them.” His brother gave him a look. “That staring is not why I want kids. That stare is jealous. So why are you jealous of my boys? " Joe shakes his head and looks over at the boys and you. “They barely even noticed I was there until I said something. They were more happy to see Y/n” His brother patted his back. “She is still new to them but don't worry once they understand football. They're gonna be bugging you more than her. Plus I believe those two got their first crush feelings.”

Joe looks at him. “With my girl?” His brother laughs. “To them she is pretty, you should be happy they like her.  Maybe after all she is a keeper.'' While they were talking you were listening to the boys and teaching you how the game works. You turn to where Joe was and see him and his brother were speaking. You couldn't read their lips but Joe's body language told you what he was feeling.

You turn back to the boys. “Boys, I have an idea , want to have more fun?” They both look at you with the biggest eyes ever. Gosh they are cute. You giggles how they lookin at you like you are their favorite person ever. “Listen, wanna make Uncle Burrow a happy man for a few seconds.” They both nod. You smiled. 

“Here is my plan, see him over there right.” They nod again. “Well I think he is having a bad day so why don't you two go tackle him and make his day better’’ you smiled bigger when the boys ran to Joe and tackled him. His brother starts laughing while you watch it all happen. He looks at you and mouths “thank you” to you.

Around two hours later you and Joe were getting ready to leave. Both of yall were outside when he turned to you. “I know it wasn't their idea to come after me like two football players.” You only look at him. “No clue what you are talking about Burrow. Maybe they miss you too.” He gives you a look and you shrug.”They love you, believe me they are happy to have you as their uncle. Who knows maybe they will be like you and be in the NFL” You walk to his car.

“Second, next time you don't want people to know you're jealous, control your body language. Because you suck at that.” He looks at you. “I'm good at doing that on the field , not with my girlfriend.” You open the door, “Let go home. I want kisses and cuddles from my jealous man.”

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This my first time doing a request or writing anything on this app. But I hope y'all enjoy this little story.

texan Eddie thirsting over Steve

wc:560 cw: none

Living near the Gulf of Mexico has a lot of perks.

Eddie prefers it to living in northern Texas, where him and his Ma were at, where the heat is dry instead of humid, the sun about dries him out like a piece of jerky. 

Nothing beats sitting on his trailer porch sharing a cigar with his old man Wayne, other hand holding a sweating beer, hair gets big and frizzy, sunk down on a beach chair in a pair of blue denim jeans, and a sweat-stained wife-beater.

Even better, his most favorite weather, when there's light drizzling all day, like the sky has turned into a mist machine that sprays cool rain wherever he goes, while the sun remains smiling mighty bright. The green is green out here. The prettiest green you'll ever see. 

Nah, see, the gulf has it's scary hurricanes and tornado warnings every once in awhile but nothing beats heading out to the beach and catching sight of a dolphin or two. 

Not too far from Corpus Christi is a little place called Galveston Island where the buildings look straight out of an old western movie. He loves driving in his truck past all of the beach houses that are raised off the ground and finding neat sea shells that cover the sand. 

Eddie was an adventurous child, so surprising, but now, living right here, like this, taking care of Wayne? Yeah a quiet life like this one couldn't get any better. 

Certainly helps that there's a nice view across the trailer park. 

A view where moles span bronze tanned skin, muscles flex and relax from turning a wrench thats working some thingamajig on a motorcycle, Eddie doesn't know shit about shit like cars. Big hands are covered in grease and oil, an almost black towel from said grease lays on a wide set of shoulders, that connect to a plush and hairy chest. And that chest connects to a hairy stomach, and a happy trail that leads to–.

"Ya starin' at that boy again?"

Eddie whips his head towards Wayne.

"Uhhh, no. Definitely not, don' know what you're talkin' bout, Wayne."

Wayne hides his smirk by pulling a swig from his beer, the smug bastard. He chances another look at the man out of the corner of his eye. 

God almighty, Eddie’s never seen a man so sexy. Someone put him out of his misery. 

"Hey, Steve! My nephew's lookin' for some help with his truck, do ya mind?"

Eddie mutters out a quiet, "Yer a son of a bitch, Wayne." He sinks further in chair, cowboy hat tipping down. Wayne just smiles bigger. 

Steve looks up from he was focused on his bike and pushes his hair back from his face, using his hands to shield his eyes from the sun to see them. God, his biceps are huge, and fuck, his armpit hair is showing, jesus christ. 

Eddie is but a weak, weak man, when faced with another man covered in thick, dark hair.

"'Course, sir! Y'all mind if I steal a beer or two when I come over?"

Jesus. Who needs a sun when Steve's around and has a billion wattz smile? It's making Eddie's insides all warm and gooey, somebody call an ambulance.

"That's no problem, son." 

Anyway, yeah, living near the gulf in southern Texas, in a trailer park with Wayne. Well, that ain't too bad. 

JACKASS BF HEADCANNONS!!!

warnings: none, sfw <3

I’ve had these in the drafts for so long but my twitter moot mentioned hcs which inspired me to post these, enjoy!

Chris

goofy ahh

you guys r always giggling about dumb shit

annoying everyone bc you guys do NOT SHUT UP AROUND EACHOTHER ur so giggly all the time

he doesn't care:)

WILL PLAY GUITAR FOR YOU SHSJKSKS

even if he's just messing around you love listening to him

he loves how excited you get when he plays for you, his smile is so cute AAAA <33

late night walks

tackle hugs !!

squeezes you to death and does the lil spinny thing when hugging

always followed by forehead kissies

pinches ur cheeks n shit

just the gigglest relationship ever

he just always smiles around you :)) he can't help it

lets you play with his hair

he loves it

you brush it for him, and braid it sometimes

he is so thankful and makes sure to tell you how pretty his hair looks now

not that it needed your help at ALL

always cuddlin

you love watching him do bits

and he loves having you on set

never seen a man so proud of his s.o. being there to witness his boys do silly things to his ding ding

he comes over to you after every one to see if you thought it was funny or not

just like this :D

assuring him that you did think it was funny

calling him party boy affectionately

and calling him chrissy :))

he calls you 'y/n bug' :"")

also has silly nicknames for you for sure based on inside jokes

would still think you are just as beautiful if you hadn't showered in a month and were wearing a garabge bag

this is so specific but I just picture him to make a lil flower crown for you :")

Bam

known each other since you were kids

always hung out with him and the cky gang growing up

corny friends to lovers bullshit when you get older

being his personal nurse when he wipes out

acts like he hates it in front of the guys

loves it

obvi calling him bammy, bambi, bam bam

calling him brandon occasionally to piss him off

bam is a pouty whiny BITCH

he just wants ur attention!!

will not hesitate to grab your hand in public when someone flirts with you

ur his >:-( !!!

buys you jewelry, clothes, shit whatever ur lil heart desires

going to concerts together

money is not an object when it comes to making you happy

does not appreciate it when the guys mess with you on set

he gets very aggressive

"bam its okay it was funny pls calm down" "no its not okay these dickheads need to leave you alone!!!" all POUTYYY

wearing his clothes

he thinks you're so beautiful when you do and makes sure you know

doing his eyeliner

laying on his chest when you sleep, him scratching your head gently <3

rubs your back when you hug him

calls u "my girl" AAAA

matching tats ofc

matching outfits sometimes too

loves buying you new clothes for you to model for him

he just thinks you're so pretty <3

april and phil just love you

Johnny

he calls you so so many sweet names

I think it's his love language

doll, darlin', punkin, sweetheart, etc

"how was your day, doll?"

he's so flirty with you

he never stopped flirting with you even after you became official

king of romance

would take you to the rodeo or some shit

does that whistle thing when you enter a room lookin all dolled up

"now who's this pretty lil thing?"

loves getting you embarrassed by flirting with you in front of people

loves to hold your waist

prefers that you don't watch his really dangerous stunts, he doesn't want you to be scared :"(

he thinks you're beautiful no matter what, but cannot deny that he LOVES when you wear his favorite dress and do your hair really nice

"you know just what to do to drive a man wild, darlin'"

you love wearing his pink jackass cardigan

I feel like he would really enjoy you wearing red lipstick so he can mess it up later

SITTING IN HIS LAP

in front of the guys too he doesn't give a fuck

he babies you a lot

you are his whole world

singing songs together in the car !!

Ryan

simply the sweetest bf ever

arm around you always

"hun" :")

so many forehead kisses

both of u being adopted by april

I just feel like he'd be very comforting, and the best to have deep, late night convos with

will never judge you for anything (make jokes? oh definitely. never judgemental tho)

cuddly asf

would affectionately do that head rub hair messing up thing?? (there's a word for that i just can't think of it)

always there to calm you when you’re stressed or scared, in any way you need

“shh it’s ok I’m here” “I’m not going anywhere hun” and hugs and forehead kisses and shit awwwww

loves hugs

he’s such a gentle lover, I don’t know how else to put it. He’s just so sweet and caring and soft n shit

he would do anything to put a smile on your face

if one of the guys tried to mess with you? he will punch the shit out of them seriously

you are ry’s world ok!!!!

you and him are absolutely best friends

never the arguing type. if there’s a problem you’re gonna sit down and talk about it. he’s an amazing listener and always understands your side of things. of course lots of huggin and cuddlin after the fact :)

he babies the shit out of you

I picture him to always bring you little gifts/trinkets to show his love. like if he was filming out of town he’d bring you back something cool he found at a thrift store or gift shop, or maybe a cool rock he found on the side of the road.

i also picture him to wanna buy you cute stuff too like necklaces, but random cool items are a staple in this relationship!

always wearing his shirts

I picture him to kiss u a LOT. he’s leaving the room for a sec? gotta kiss that cheek. you’re watching a movie? soft kisses on the forehead. going on a walk? kisses your hand while holding it.

Steve-O

calls u babe

respectful king

shows you off at any opportunity

romantic asf

flower petals in your bedroom n shit type romantic

helping him with his elaborate bullshit ideas

partners in crime honestly

matching fits type cheesy

prank wars with eachother

thinks you are an angelic being and deserve the highest of respect and praise

adopting pets together :)) and being pet parents :))

going on trips and vacations together as often as possible!

I can’t even fathom how he would react if someone disrespected you oh god

it would be so ugly

they are absolutely destroyed

if you’re ever feeling insecure, he ain’t having that bullshit

worship!!!!!!

he’s gonna go on and on and on about how drop dead gorgeous and wonderful you are and kiss the shit out of you

you better not dare say anything negative about yourself in his presence, he will give you an ear full so fast

you are a god to him

he definitely buys you jewelry n shit

and cute lil outfits

and compliments the shit out of you in them obvi

“damnn baby you look so good in that”

HANDSY SO HANDSY

hands to yourself has no meaning to him (obviously unless you told him to stop! he’d never wanna make you uncomfy)

Dave

SO SO SWEET!

calls you things like “love” n “sweetheart”

squishes ur cheeks n shit

hugs from behind !!!!

corny ass dates like going to a diner and having a milkshake with two straws

you both baby eachother

comforting him after gnarly stunts

petting and kissing him

if you ever need comfort he will pet and kiss you too

always has an arm around you

loves being close to you!

he is such a kind and loving bf

would never ever want you to be sad and will do anything it takes to prevent it

ehren third wheeling on trips n shit

you have the best times together when it’s you 3! always giggling

but it’s even better when ehren leaves and it’s just the two of you, sharing sweet loving moments where nothing else matters, just you two together, in warm embrace :)

your chemistry is just so good, that it’s almost like you speak a foreign language sometimes to the other guys. no one gets eachother like you do, even if it may not make sense to others

I think he would love playing with your hair

and just holding you

and doing both at the same time actually

he is just the kindest ever and it’s always so considerate of you.

best listener. you could really rant to him for hours and he’s gonna give you his full undivided attention and comfort.

also great advice too I feel. I think all around he’d be amazing to talk to

never ever ever ever judgemental. ever

loves you to death !!!

Ehren

he is baby

you wear the pants in this relationship and that’s cool with him

I picture you two to have met on set. you had been costars for a while. while everyone was making ehren the butt of a joke, you just never participated. If ehren and dave weren’t partnering up for stunts, it was typically you and ehren. you made a great duo, being the underdogs of the jackass crew. you understood eachother and had a great bond. you eventually confessed your feelings to one another one night while you were hanging out at his place.

he was completely shocked

he thought you were far too beautiful and lovely and cool to want someone like him

you assure him he is acting silly

he was so giddy and smiley, and you could practically feel his butterflies secondhand when you leaned in to kiss him

been together ever since

like I said ehren is baby

little spoon energy

he worships the ground you walk on bc he thinks he doesn’t deserve you

you have to reassure him that you absolutely adore him

he loves holding your hand

I picture him to always smile at you the same way he did in the honeymoon phase forever

he’s all yours, he’s such a sucker for you

separation anxiety like a mf

you stay with a friend for a weekend and the second you come home he’s tackling you with hugs, he’s so excited to see you :)))

he would lay his head in your lap and have you scratch his head while watching movies on the couch

he thinks you are the most wonderful person on this planet and will never fail to remind you of how proud he is of you and all you’ve achieved

I picture him to write you little love notes n shit which are so thoughtful and meaningful but with cute little spelling mistakes sprinkled in (how do I spell gorjus headass)

takes anniversaries and v day and all that shit so seriously and WILL go all out

always your choice of food and activities on those days, he lives to please you

a little bit of a jealous type (maybe a lot a bit)

you’ll always reassure him though

sweetest baby ever I love him

4, 10 and 22 for the Fanfiction wrapped meme?

2023 in Review - Fic writer asks - 4. What piece of media inspired you the most? 

BioShock (particularly 2), Fallout (particularly New Vegas), with a bit of Mafia: Definitive Edition on the side c:

10. What fic made you feel the happiest to work on?

Probably Hey, Good Lookin’, the first fic wherein my version of Johnny Topside showed up, just cause I was real excited to finally be showing him to my readers, especially since it was a different kind of setting for my Deltaclair stuff. Was real interesting writing Delta actually speaking and being heard and whatnot c: Plus, the fic in general was just all. sweet and romantic and whatnot that it made me all warm and fuzzy inside 

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

I got three scenes that tie for my favourite soooo

(From Safety In Numbers)

Any of y’all who follow this blog know that my favourite thing ever to write/daydream extensively about is Protective Delta going apeshit when Sinclair is in trouble. Obviously, in this scene Sinclair isn’t actually in danger - he just had a nightmare - but hey Delta didn’t know that. He just heard Sinclair scream for him and came running. and ended up going through a wall to get to him lmao. Delta was ready to THROW DOWN (and obvs once you get to the scene in the kitchen it becomes clearer that his panic was also cause of some Rapture Induced Trauma so it has some harsher in hindsight qualities that I love). y'all KNOW that roar meant "NOT MY AUGUSTUS". Plus, Sinclair being savvy enough to know what’s about to happen and diving for safety just before Delta comes barreling through - he knows how Delta is 

(from the same fic as above)

I just think this is one of the more tender moments I’ve written for these two, with Sinclair falling asleep and waking up to find that Delta laid him down from where he was sitting up, put a blanket over him and then sat down to watch over him as he slept, with the added detail that he’s sitting in front of Sinclair, as in to shield him, all because he told Sinclair earlier in the fic that he would protect him. And it’s telling that Sinclair never woke up prior to this moment, even while Delta was moving him around. Nobody’s gonna be getting to Sinclair tonight - Delta will see to that

(from Mad About the Boy)

I honestly think this here is the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever written for this ship. For context, this whole fic was my excuse to talk about my hcs regarding Sinclair and Delta’s sexualities (it was written for Pride, after all). It was the first fic of mine to officially confirm that, yes, when I write him, Sinclair is a gay man (I implied it in A Train Car Fit for Two but it was a throwaway comment that I think people missed), but more importantly, it talked about how Delta only has eyes for Sinclair. Literally nobody else interests him in that kind of manner. The narrative literally mentions that if Sinclair were a woman instead, Delta would still love her just the same as he does this Sinclair

And this is his response to Sinclair asking him what he likes (“Now, I know it ain’t your top priority and you’re well within your rights ta tell me to butt out, but since we’re on the topic…what is it that you especially like?”). Just to say ‘well…I only like you?’ Just. how innocent and honest Delta is with it, combined with the fact that Sinclair is literally laying in Delta’s lap in this scene just. makes it for me, if I may toot my own horn c’:

My Girl

You loved working at the local children’s clinic. Not something that you ever thought that you’d say, a hospital isn’t exactly known for being a good time. But you liked your coworkers, you liked helping the families and you liked getting to see the kids that came in. You also liked getting to meet the volunteers that came in, the only thing that you didn’t like was the location. You were in a little strip mall type building, all of the businesses have separate front and back entrances but are all connected to each other. The clinic is on the end of the building, right next to the gym, the one that was owned by a man named Peter Quill.

The day you’d started he’d noticed you getting out of your car. Unfortunately, your office required you to dress in business professional which meant heels, a pencil skirt, blouse and suit jacket. He’d wolf whistled at you as he’d unlocked the door to his own business, Starlord Gym, and you’d pointedly ignored him. He’d taken to coming into the clinic a day every week and flirting with you until you could be rescued by a phone call or client coming into the clinic.

Then you’d met him, Steve Rogers. He’d brought in a little girl with red hair and blue eyes. She’d fallen while he’d been babysitting for his friends and when her head kept bleeding he’d hustled her to the closest hospital, well, clinic.

You’d gotten her checked in, Mara Barton was a patient of yours, and the doctor had taken care of the cut. Steve had even paid in full for the appointment,

“It’s my fault that she fell in the first place.” He’d told you looking guilty, “We were playing tag and she tripped on a blanket.”

“It happens, you’d be surprised the number of playing accidents that happen every day. She’ll bounce back just fine.” You glance over at the little girl who was looking at a book, before whispering, “I’ve found that ice cream can heal all wounds.” He laughs softly,

“I’ve heard that too. Thank you.”

You’d continued to run into Steve over the next few weeks. At your favorite ice cream place where you’d found him with Mara and her parents, the grocery store then your favorite take out place.

“Are you following me Mr. Rogers?” You ask him with a little smile so that he knows you’re teasing him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.” He says with that easy smile of his. “Are you new to the area?”

“I am, sort of.” You tell him, “I used to live on the south side but when I broke up with my ex I wanted to live closer to my family.”

“Well you clearly have great taste in take out.” He says gesturing to the food in your hand.

“I like to think so.”

“Maybe, you’d like to do some dessert after? It’s a nice night out, we could go to the park and eat?” He asks rubbing the back of his neck.

“That sounds great.” You tell him with a smile, “You wanna ride together?”

“Sure, we can take my bike if you’re comfortable with that.” He offers and you nod, you’ve never been on a motorcycle before but you’ve always wanted to. “I just need to pay for my food,” a group of people come into the small store and the space suddenly feels far too small.

“I can meet you outside?” You offer and you think he can see the discomfort on your face because Steve gives you a little smile and nod and you slip out the doors breathing a sigh of relief.

“Well, well, what a nice little surprise this is.” Your heart sinks, you know that voice but god you wish you didn’t.

“Peter, hi.” You say flatly as he looks you up and down.

“You’re lookin’ good today, so sexy.”

“No. Peter. Stop.” You say tiredly, you’ve had enough.

“No? I can’t compliment you?”

“You know what? No. You can’t. A compliment is something like, ‘oh, I like your shoes’ or ‘how you did your hair is nice’. What you’re doing is harassment. Especially because I’ve told you I don’t like it and to stop, please, please stop.”

“Wow, you’re a real fucking bitch huh?”

“Yea, hundred percent.” You agree and he glares at you as the door opens behind you,

“Hey Babe?” Steve says and when your anxious gaze meets his calm one you know that he knows exactly how uncomfortable you are.

“Is it cool if we stop and at Clint and Nat’s? I wanna check in on my favorite little pip squeak.” He says strolling over to you.

“Yea that’s fine.”

“The fuck is this?” Peter asks looking furious, “you told me you didn’t have a boyfriend.”

“Last time you asked, technically I didn’t.” Steve throws his arm over your shoulders and presses a quick kiss to the crown of your head,

“Everything okay here Sweetheart?” He drawls and you nod, for some reason you don’t think it’s a good idea for Steve to know what Peter has said. “Good. We should get goin’ then.” He guides you away from Peter but stops and removes his arm from your shoulders then takes the three steps it takes him to crowd Peter’s space.

“Oh, and if you ever talk to my woman like that again, you even look at her funny I’ll make life real uncomfortable for you. I know who you are, and you know who I am, so you know I’m not fuckin’ around.” He growls and your heart skips a beat, you didn’t know that he could make that noise and that it would be so sexy.

“Yea, I do but does she?” Peter asks looking far too pleased for your liking. When Steve doesn’t say anything Peter grins, “I’ll take that as a no. You gonna show her your real colors Cap?”

Steve lets out a low growl then turns away from Peter and his eyes soften when they lock on yours. You give him a small smile as he walks back toward you, but you can see some worry in his eyes.

“Sorry Sweetheart, ready to go?”

“Yea,” You tell him taking his hand. Steve looks surprised for a second but then gives you a smile and leads you to his bike.

“I only have one helmet so I’m gonna have you wear it. We can stop back at my place real quick if you don’t mind to grab my spare.” He says, you are going to ask him what Peter was talking about but not now. When you get to his bike he opens the seat and tucks both of your meals into the space then passes you the helmet. “You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“I am curious about what you meant with Peter earlier about he knows who you are? And he called you Cap?”

“I’m the leader of a biker club.” He says quickly, like he’s ripping off a bandaid.

“Oh. Okay.” You tell him tugging on the helmet, when he looks at you in surprise you freeze, “what?”

“That’s it?”

“I mean, yes?”

“You’re not concerned that I’m in a gang or something?”

“Should I be?” You ask raising one eyebrow and Steve laughs before taking your hand and pressing a kiss to the palm.

“Oh Sweetheart, you’re gonna keep me on my toes and I cannot wait.” He tells you with a grin.

“You plan on keeping me around?”

“Oh, hell yes I do.” He says before kissing you soundly, his hands bump the side of the helmet as he kisses you. “Hope that’s okay with you?” He murmurs before your gaze meets his again.

“I think I’ll manage.” You tell him brightly and he laughs again then swings a leg over his bike and offers you a hand to get on. He presses another kiss to your palm then revs the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. Oh yes, you’ll manage just fine.

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Dancing in the Kitchen [elvis x reader]

Request: can you do a cute one shot of elvis and a black reader where they come home with a new hairstyle and he really likes it? from anon

A/N: okay so first of all i did this one with a neutral reader, not a black reader, because i just personally don't feel comfortable writing a black reader given the fact that i am not black. i hope it's enjoyable for you either way, though :) also it is so much shorter than i planned on it being but i really wanted to get it posted and i wasn't sure what else to do with it. i added on to the request so i hope it's as good as you'd hoped it would be, anon <3

word count: 570

warnings: none!

summary: you come home with a new hairstyle, elvis really likes it, and the two of you dance in the kitchen

“Is it how you wanted it? Do you like it?” your hairdresser asked you as she fluffed your hair. You nodded, making eye contact with her in the mirror and smiling. 

“Its perfect, I love it. Thank you so much,” you replied. She took your cape off, allowing you to stand up. You followed her to the counter, where you paid for your new hairstyle, tipping generously. 

You walked out of the hair salon with a pep in your step. You truly did love your new hairstyle, and it made you feel more confident than you had when you’d walked in the salon. You hoped your boyfriend, Elvis, would like it too. He was always supportive of you expressing yourself however you saw fit, but you still ached for his approval. 

You unlocked the doors to your parked car and got in, shutting the door behind you and putting on your seatbelt. You checked yourself out in the rear view mirror. Lookin’ good, you thought. You started your car and pulled out of the parking spot. 

You slowed down as you pulled up the driveway to yours and Elvis’s home, parking right in front of the house. You stepped out of the car and locked the doors. You headed up to the front doors, and seeing that Elvis was already home, you hurried inside. 

“Elvis, honey, I’m home from my appointment!!” you hollered into the house. Elvis came down the stairs, finally looking up and making eye contact with you about halfway down the staircase. He didn’t say anything for a minute, he just finished his descent and came over to you, wrapping you into a bear hug. 

“Darlin’ you look so good,” he said into your neck, pulling away to take another look at you. You smiled. 

“You really think so?” you asked, looking him in the eyes. 

“Of course, baby, it looks perfect,” he told you as he kissed you. 

“I tried something new this time.. I haven’t ever done it like this before. I wasn’t sure if it would look good or not, but I’m happy with it.”

“Well, I’m glad you tried it. It looks so much better than I could’ve ever imagined. You’re so beautiful, y/n.”

You thanked him as he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the kitchen, pointing at the radio on the countertop. You listened to the song playing for a second before you realized that it was your favorite love song. Elvis smiled at you as he placed his empty hand on your hip and began to sway. You giggled as you put your free arm over his shoulder and pulled him into a passionate kiss. You loved him more than you thought was possible. He broke the kiss, placing his forehead against yours and softly singing along to the song. You combed your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, joining him in song. 

“I love you, more than you could ever know,” Elvis told you, smiling.

“I love you too, Elvis. I can’t wait to grow old with you,” You told him, breaking into a large grin.

The next song that played was another slow love song, and the two of you danced to that one too. The sun set outside the windows, but you didn’t even realize. You were dancing in the kitchen with the love of your life, nothing else mattered.

20 Questions for fic writers

Thank you @yerbamansa for tagging me in this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

9 

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

213,812

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Our Flag Means Death

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Laundry Service (91,893 words) Modern AU, Ed/Stede long-distance relationship

Hey Good Lookin’ (32,533 words) Modern AU, Ed/Stede cooking class meet cute 

Exchanging Glances (26,093 words) Modern AU, Ed/Stede security cam voyeur 

work that, work that, pop back, hurt that (3,416 words) Modern AU, Ed/Stede charity car wash

Sunlight in the Midnight (47,992 words) Modern AU, Ed/Stede nursing home romance

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to every comment, unless it’s a binge read, then usually just the last comment. I’m a fairly shy person, even shyer on the internet for some reason, so when people comment, I just assume it takes a lot of effort. I love the different conclusions drawn, parallels or details pulled (intended or not), and I like to engage with that. 

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think I write angsty endings, even though I love reading them. I would say maybe Mutually Fulfilling, since it’s Oluwande trying to process Jim leaving while he’s having a nice threesome with Frenchie and Wee John? Or, maybe The Fish and The Bird, since it’s end of season one Roach and the gang marooned on the island? 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think they all have happy endings, except the more nebulous ones mentioned above! Happiest? Maybe Hey Good Lookin’ or Pearly Like the Whites of Your Eyes, which are just pretty fluffy bits all around.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! People have been very cool.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah! It’s been MLM so far, but I’d like to expand if I keep writing fic.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I feel like I co-write all of my fics with my wonderful beta. He’s got great story and plot instincts, and we build off of each other really well. 

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I’ve only written Ed/Stede really, but I do love their weirdness and their matching puzzle pieces of insecurity and self-loathing. Maybe they’re my favorite! I’ve surely never saved and bought so much fanart for any other ship.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, I took one down–sorry–because the guilt ate at me knowing I was never going to finish it. Plus, I hated it. I have some that I haven’t posted, and I doubt they’ll ever make it that far, as much as I want them to be written. I guess the three that nag at me the most are a “Coming to America” Oluwande/Jim (…..?) fic, a QVC Ed/Stede fic and a private eye Steddyhands-ish mystery. 

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm. I like writing comfortable, but slightly left-field premises and stories. I also love research, so writing Ed in Vietnam in Laundry Service was very fun to build, even though I haven’t been to Vietnam yet. I like when things are very grounded, which can also be to my detriment, I think. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Yeah, keeping things too grounded, maybe? Plot holes. Timelines. Emotional depth is something I really have to focus on and slow down to write, and even then it’s not always where I want it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

That could be very cool and challenging to do as a longer piece. I’ve done bits with Jim in Spanish, Oluwande in Igbo, Roach in Arabic, and the Swede in Swedish. Some French gets thrown around. I would love love love to write more of Oluwande speaking a language native to West Africa, where Prince Azi’s accent nods to, which is why that “Coming to America” fic screams at me so much. 

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This is the first fandom I’ve posted online for, and what a nice entry point. The last time I wrote fic was in high school twenty years ago, and that was just me and my bestie writing Saturday Night Live rpf in our notebook. 

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hands down, my current fic, Sunlight in the Midnight is my favorite fic that I’ve written so far. Forty-five year old Ed is a nurse at 81 year old Stede’s retirement community. I love that we call these middle-agers ‘old men,’ so I just made one of them actually old. I want to explore what it’s like to find love very late in life, emotionally and (of course) physically. I want to see some elderly queer love and sex. I think about these two all of the time. They’re still working through their bullshit and neuroses, and they have these histories that I love to dig into, and I just love them so much. A hyperfixation in a hyperfixation. I also feel like I’m watching myself grow in my writing in real time. I’m playing with some different things that I never thought I’d try (mainly with Stede’s journal entries), and it feels like a writing journal with different writing and story goals each chapter. I’m writing with all of the elements that I love from the show and my own life. I’m slowing things down. It’s a fic that makes me wish I was years ahead in my writing skills to catch up with how much I love these characters and want to properly tell their love story.

Crimes Drabble - Trystan x Noel

Hey there @hydn-jpg. If it’s not obvious from me tagging you in this 😉 I got you for the @choicesfandomappreciation Secret Pal exchange this year. I know we’ve not interacted much but I forever love seeing your art on my dash and I still stare at that loveliest of art you created for me of my two favorites! Thank you for always brightening our little fandom and Merry Christmas and Happy Nee Year!

A/N: I was lookin through some of your Noel and Trystan art (gorgeous gorgeousness right here btw) and I couldn’t shake the idea of doing a detective noir with them. Now, fair warning, I’ve never attempted to write noir before, I just ran with my idea, but I hope I did your Noel justice and you enjoy this gift.

Warnings: No warnings that wouldn’t also apply to canon.

She was a talented, gorgeous, up and coming artist. Her nobility certainly wouldn’t help matters. Last place she - or anyone - would expect her to end up was on Ruby’s slab. I shake my head as I toss her smiling photo back onto a stack of grittier ones.

I can’t shake the tension in my shoulders as I look up at the clock.

Another late one, I pinch the bridge of my nose. But that’s nothing new.

My eyes find the day old coffee across the room and I sigh.

I’m the one that wished for a new case, something exciting to walk through that door. Someone other than the usual jilted spouse. Never expected it to drag murder and an exiled prince with it.

I glance skeptically at the coffee again. Fresh or not, I could use the caffeine.

As I stand up from my chair, it goans and creaks. Stepping out from behind my desk, I roll my shoulders, trying to coax my muscles into moving me across the room. A swipe at my bleary eyes clears my vision enough that I manage to safely traverse the space between here and there.

Looking around, there’s probably not an inch of this agency that I don’t know.

To my left is my desk (with a few more than a few coffee rings staining the worn surface) is our evidence board and Luke’s way too neat desk. Various screens and panels still buzz from that corner though it sits dark now. Across from me are two doors. One connects to Mafalda’s pristine office with a line of filing cabinets stacked against one wall. The other door leads to the outside world where a few cars still honk angrily at each other despite the late hour.

I pour a stale, lukewarm mug and take a sip.

It tastes like shit, I cringe and take a gulp.

Pacing around the office, walking the same steps that the floor has witnessed a thousand times over on nights just like this. Force of habit, I guess.

Some fresh air would be nice… and maybe some fresh coffee…

I turn when someone tries the locked door. I groan to myself. Only one person it could be this late at night, at this place without a key, looking for me.

My suspicions are confirmed with a rhythmic knock to the door.

I set my coffee aside and move slowly across the room. Too slowly it would seem for my visitor when my phone chimes with an incoming text. My suspicions are confirmed when I pull my phone from my pocket and see the message.

I know you’re in there.

I barely suppress my smile as I type a response back. And I fail to stifle my laugh at the shouted reply.

I debate making him wait a bit longer until he shouts through the door that he has coffee. That settles it.

I open the door and Trystan stands in front of me, dashing as ever with that same killer smile on his lips.

“Took you long enough, Rose.”

I hide my smile behind the cup he offers me and allow it to warm my hands as I inhale the roasted nutty aroma before taking a tentative sip.

His eyebrows arch and his lips quirk into a wide smirk at the contented moan that escapes me with that first sip.

“Not a word,” I mumble as I leave him standing in the door way.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, detective. Mind if I join you?”

I can’t help but give him a once over. Taking him in. Damn if he doesn’t look good in those trimmed trousers, tailored jacket, and pressed shirt with a few too many buttons undo per his usual m.o. Probably helps that the fabric of that suit alone costs more than my rent.

He flashes a smirk and I clear my throat, “By all means.”

He sits across from me and picks up a file, flipping through it thoughtfully as he sips his own drink.

I do the same but soon enough, my mind drifts to other things…

Like the way he steals glances at me when he thinks I’m not looking, the touches and small shows of affection that he pretends are innocent as he grabs another file, the way that he’ll understand what I mean with just a single word or look.

He waves his hands in front of my face and grins, “Noel, you alright there?”

My given name. That does the trick. His eyes ground me as I manage to wrench my gaze up to his face.

He leans across the desk, closer. “You like what you see?”

Shit. Was I staring?

I hide my eyes behind the file I’m holding. I feel a flush creeping up my neck to burn at my ears. My head swims as I attempt to dismiss the feelings that threaten to overwhelm me whenever he’s near.

I clear my throat and risk a glance up at him. Mistake.

He knows he’s caught me and he leans back in the chair, stretching out on display. Muscles even more taut beneath his tailored shirt.

“Just tired?” I lie through my teeth.

“Mmmhmm.” His smirk is infuriating and what I wouldn’t give to kiss it from his lip.

I focus on the case file before me in a vain attempt to hide the heat still flooding my face.

A moment passes.

Then two.

I peek out from behind my file. I quietly laugh upon seeing his face. He has a look on his face I’ve not seen before. One that worries me.

“Never thought I’d see you speechless.” I can’t help the quip followed by a grin. Anything to lighten the mood that threatens to stifle.

Trystan’s smile has changed. It’s softer. Lips poised like they want to say something. Emotions lie unspoken there that leave me even more confused by my own.

But he settles upon, “Well, detective, you always leave me speechless.”

Hi

I don't know if you do this kind of stuff, but I've been following (stalking a little, sorry) your blog for a bit now, and I was wondering what your favourite Geno moments are and if you are willing to share them?

If you're not comfortable with this, then you can ignore this.

omg i wOULD LOVE TO SHARE and first of all thank you for finding my stream-of-consciousness shitposts on this blog worthy of your time 😭😭😭

i do have so many favorite geno moments and, although i'm sure i'll forget a bunch of them because i haven't had my coffee yet, they are:

so. simply - geno was the first hockey player i ever EVER fell in love with. The way he skates with almost a languorous looming grace that belies his speed and strength? the way he's capable of seemingly appearing out of nowhere to effortlessly dance his way through a battalion of defenders to slot the puck in the back of the net? I don't know exactly what it was or how to put it in words. but the moment I saw a random pittsburgh penguins game on tv, i just felt this pang of something that made me want to learn everything about him.

his pierogi making session for local tv lmao. he's SO LANKY AND YOUNG AND SARCASTIC AND FUNNY AND FLIRTY HERE. the way he chops the cabbage takes me tf out

the local CAR COMMERCIAL the pittsburgh penguins filmed that is literally the most cringe thing i have EVER SEEN. max talbot's terrible facial hair? and the way geno doesn't say a single WORD - just looms with a terrifyingly awkward smile hanging off his mouth. it makes me cackle everytime. i ADORE HIM.

"Has big taste"

I don't have the exact photo rn - but the photo of him making out with a girl where he is fucking. wearing. a SIDNEY CROSBY T-SHIRT. you just can't make this shit up about them.

the time where they interviewed geno about being snapped by paparazzi making out with his then gf on the beach, and geno simply responded "yeah and i looked HOT. GOOD FOR THEM"

The Spittin Chiclets (cw: Barstool sports) interview with Sidney Crosby - sooo many funny stories about Geno are told here. The one about Geno not knowing the names of his teammates makes me laugh the hardest.

THE TIME EVGENI BOUGHT HUMAN-SIZE ALIEN V. PREDATOR FIGURINES AND PLACED THEM OUTSIDE TO FLANK BOTH sIDES OF THE ENTRANCE TO HIS HOME AND LEFT THEM FOR YEARS TO RUST . AND HOW HE NAMED THE BIGGER ONE OVI AND THE SMALLER ONE KUZNETSOV. also this entire video is SO CUTE

I adore the first minute of this video and have watched it so many times. PLEASE. the way he - almost affronted - exclaims "BECAUSE I NICE GUY. YOU SEE MY FACE? AND IM LOOKIN GOOD!"

oh god i just unlocked another early memory. this must have been the year where ovi and geno had beef? but in every pens v. caps game, ovi would check geno SO aggressively and i would get SO PROTECTIVE OVER my 6'3" hulking russian man lmao. i guess it's not a favorite moment per se but that entire season undoubtedly cemented my protective love for geno

the time geno wON THE HART TROPHY and dedicated it to sergei gonchar. you can see the emotions in gonch's eyes. and to see how fuckin NERVOUS geno is. i want to EAT him.

the time geno was preparing for his Dapper Dan trophy speech and he is SO. SO. NERVOUS. and then teh way he gets up there and just starts speaking in russian as a joke then giggles. GODDD he's so unbelievably precious. GOD. he even slides a few jokes (at talbot's expense, of course) into his speech

I genuinely love Geno's sense of humor and his sly deadpan sarcasm and love for fucking with his teammates lmao. The story about how his teammates used to invite Geno out to dinner when Geno was new to pittsburgh kills me? how Geno always responded "da" or "$" ...and didn't show up when he responded "da" and showed up when he responded "$"? THIS MAN!

Related to #13, the way bullying is Geno's love language fills my gremlin heart with delight. In all the videos with Sidney - the dynamics of their interactions are so consistent. Sidney - earnest appreciation. sincere supportive vibes. Geno - AHAHAaaHAA SIDNEY BOOOOOOOOOO sidNEY WHY YOU DO THAT AHAhahaHAHAAH I WIN SIDNEY YOU SUCK BOOOOOOOOO Sidney - [helpless giggling and honking laughs because sidney genuinely believes geno is the funniest person on this planet.

The time Geno thanked himself for the assist on the Penguins' instagram post congratulating sidney's 1000th career game

The time Sidney cried during the 1000th game tribute video and said "I'm going to cry" or something along those lines and Geno just simply said "Yeah me too." THEY. THEM.

Also - in spite of his deadpan sense of humor and love for irony and sarcasm and trolling - the way he has always. ALWAYS always aLWAYS always ALWAYS ALWAYS made it clear that he only ever wants to play with sidney, and that to him sidney is the best.

i KNOW im missing so much but these are the top geno moments that swim around in my brain 24/7 :-)

🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠🧠 Things I already know are not allowed.

Well this was kinda hard. Passed some time, though.

For Every 🧠 I Receive I Will Reveal One Fact About My Muse

🧠 My grandfather is the reason I'm such a horror nerd. 🧠 Love skateboardin'. Doin' any tricks outside of the basics? I'm clueless. 🧠 Only car I'd ever had before leavin' Tassie was a red '90 Astina. I always wanted a muscle car, though, so I did a lil lookin' after I got to Cali. A friend put me in touch with a guy sellin' a reeeal sweet purple '69 Camaro 'n I had to have it. I'm in that fuckin' car for every excuse I can find... even though I don't really get out much here. 🧠 My favorite impression to do is one I actually ain't put you through yet - Tommy Wiseau. Gets the most laughs usually. 🧠 I'm vegan. Don't think that's ever been mentioned. 🧠 Been drummin' longer than I've played any other instrument, I started when I was 5. 🧠 Was born 'n raised an hour away from the site of the biggest mass shooting in Australian history. 🧠 I never graduated high school. Started drinkin' at 16, stopped givin' a fuck about a future I didn't have 'n didn't show up half the time, so I got expelled just before 11th grade. I turned out smart enough. 🧠 I have a song in a video game. Life achievement right there, who needs a goddamn HS certificate? 🧠 My first crush was Boy George from Culture Club (only later bested by Darren Hayes once I discovered Savage Garden).

Hello, all you wonderful people!

I hope you're all ready for another super long prompt list because today is the 10th anniversary of the one and only "Gravity Falls" which to this day is still one of my favorite shows in existence.

The world-building and the characters are top-notch in my opinion, and it doesn't matter how many times I watch it, it never gets old and I doubt it ever will.

This amazing show that touched so people first aired in 2012 on June 15th, where it completely stole my heart thanks to a gnome puking up a rainbow.

Since then it's become one of my comfort shows and never fails to put a smile on my face, so celebrate "Gravity Falls" and all its weirdness, I've made this prompt list of all of my favorite bits of dialogue from every character.

I do hope you all enjoy this prompt list, and if it doesn't help you write, I at least hope it makes you smile and gives a little bit of nostalgia.

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

Prompt List:

"You think the world makes sense? NOTHING MAKES SENSE! SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL MAKE NONSENSE!" - "You're scared. Of growing up. And who could blame you; I'm scared, too," - "Remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, bye!" - "Three, four, five, six," "Your wife is going to be beautiful!" "Yes!" "Come on, we've got a big break in the case!" "Let's go!" "But will she love me?! - "Romance is like gum: Once it's lost its flavor, you just cram another one in." - If you accidentally eat the prize that comes inside your cereal, does that make you a specially-marked box?" - "He's looking at it, he's looking at it!" "Uhh, do you like me? Yes, definitely, absolutely?" "I rigged it!" - "Do we have a ladder?" "Studies show owning a ladder is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own ten guns, just in case some fool tries to sneak in here with a ladder," - "You! You can't even imagine what you just cost me! Do you have any idea what I'm like when I'm mad?" - "Is this legal?" "When there's no cops around, anything's legal!" - "Dude, am I a side character?" - "Hey, hey! Let go of my sister!" "Oh, hey there. You know this is all really just a big misunderstanding. You see, your sister's not in any danger. She's just marrying all 1,000 of us and becoming our gnome queen for all eternity. Isn't that right, honey?" "You guys are butt-faces!" - "The future is in the past. Onwards, Aoshima!" - "For one trillion years I've been trapped in my own decaying dimension, waiting for a new universe to call my own," - "Ugghh... I'm never gonna eat or do anything ever again," "Hey! There's still some left!" "EVIL!" - "But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!" - "Songs are like hugs that mouths give to ears!" - "Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?" "YAY!" "Wait, what?" - "I must warn you, these statues come at a terrible price," "Twenty dollars?! I'll just take 'em when you're not lookin'," "What?" "I said I was gonna rob ya," - "You can't force someone to love you. The best you can do is strive to be someone worthy of loving," - "Time is dead and meaning has no meaning. Existence is upside-down and I reign supreme. Welcome, one and all, to Weirdmageddon!" - "Maybe that old guy was crazy after all..." "He did use the word "scrabdoodle"..." - "I don't know. I was in the friend zone, and then he pulled me into the romance zone! It was like quicksand!" - "He thinks there's no heroes in this world, but if we work together and fight back, we can defeat him. You wanna be her hero? Stand up to that psycho, and let us save her!" - "How many of these did you eat!?" "Beleven.. teen..." "Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man," - "You really think you can outwit me, boy? I'm Sherlock bleeding Holmes! Have you seen my magnifying glass?! It's enormous!" - "Face the music, kid. You got no muscles, you smell like baby wipes, and let's not forget last Tuesday's... incident. - "Child, why have you come here? "Multibear, I seek your head! Or, one of them, anyway. There's like...six? Six heads?" - "What was that about?" "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. Talk about what? Why is this table wet?" - "Food!" "Thanks there, sugar pot. I-I mean honey wasp, kitten baby, b-baby cow," "Ha! Silly... so silly," - "Okay, I'm not actually laid back. I'm stressed, like, 24/7. Have you met my family?" - “Stay curious, stay weird, stay kind, and don't let anyone ever tell you you aren't smart or brave or worthy enough," - "I'm legalizing everything!" - "We're gonna have to break in," "And here are your balloons; blue and pink!" "We're in," - "Oh, look. The "constable!" What are you gonna do? Throw me in "ye stocks?'" - "If you're watching this, you are one of eight people in these United States with clearance to view this information. In fact, I myself will be shot once the filming is complete. What? We're not doing? Ha! Well, that's a relief!" - "He is such a jerk," "Yeah, but he's a jerk with tight pants and a guitar," - "I just wanted to tell you that everyone makes mistakes. And when they do, you should forgive them. And also that tight pants are overrated," "Dude. You lost me," "I know," - "You're under arrest for violation of the Time Traveler's Code of Conduct," "It was those kids! And their leader, Waddles!" "That's a pig," - "You can hide, but you cannot hide!" - "I'll get you for this! I'll go back in time and make sure your parents never meet!" - What's going on out here, dudes? I heard a ruckus. Heh-heh, that's a funny word. "Ruckus"," - "I ate a man alive tonight," - "No, buts except yours out the door. now shut your yap and get to work," - "Well, we're still here," "Guess he forgot to go back," - "A darkness approaches. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change... Until then I'll be watching you! I'll be watching you..." - Today, I learned that morality is relative!" - "I think I'm gonna go stare at a wall for a while and rethink everything," - "Why sweetheart, I wouldn't hurt a hair on your itty-bitty head. If you agree to be my queen!" "NO! Never! I will fight you till the day I- Gummy Koalas!" - "Oh yeah, this is gonna be your worst plot yet. They're fine; I saw them playing in the yard minutes ago," - "I was awoken by the sound of mockery. Where is it? Show me the object of ridicule!" - "Ow!" "I high-five hard," - "You know, kids? I've been thinkin'. At the end of the day, Summerween isn't about candy or costumes, or even scaring people. It's a day when the whole family can get together at one place and celebrate what really matters... PURE EVIL!" - "I'm giving none of this to charity!" - "YOU CAN RUN, BUT I'LL STILL BE IN YOUR NIGHTMARES!!" - "Maybe this is one story we should keep to ourselves," "Agreed," - "Yeah, dude. That sounds science-y enough to be true," - "Ah, the pool! Sparkling oasis of summer enchantment!" "Yeah, nothing like sitting in a moist tub with strangers. It's like the bus but wet." - "I am the lifeguard. I make the rules, sucka! Boosh!" - "Why would a sun need to wear sunglasses?" "It's best not to think about it," - "Wow, you work here?" "I found out lifeguards get free snack privileges. Plus I get the best seat in the house," "Yeah, you do!" - "Yes, yes... burn the child!" - "How long ya in for?" "Two hours for roughhousing, but I'm innocent!" - "Finally, a good reason to punch a teenager in the face! Let's roll!" - "I have never met anyone like you," "Me too. Except for a zombie, a gnome, and a couple of cute vampires," "I don't remember the vampires," "I don't tell you everything!" - "Well if it makes you feel better, the apocalypse is comin' soon! Bury your gold. You've been buying gold, right?" - "Me? Nothing. This? I was just eating some sour candy...so my lips did that...because the candy was so sour," "Can I have some candy?" "...No," - "Road safety laws prepare to be ignored!" - "Wait a second! Is something rooting through our trash? Hey, hey! Get outta here! Darn beautiful men always eating out of my trash. Wait what?" - "You can't put him outside! There's predators! And barbecues!" "That's just the natural order. It's not my fault your pig's potentially delicious!" - "Oh, I get it. You're trying to guilt me! Well, it ain't working, pal! Who cares if you're her favorite thing in the world? I can live without the kid talking to me all the time. Telling me her jokes... making me laugh," - "I've been cheating the last eight turns," "Haha, that's my girl," - "Here! Deer teeth! For you, kid!" - "Gimme that back or I'll..." "Or you'll what, boy? You'll what? Huh? Huh!? No muscles, no brains - face it, you're nothin' without this!" - "The entire lower half of your body is on fire," "Shhh... we're having a moment," - "Karaoke isn't about sounding good. It's about sounding terrible together," - "All right, you undead jerks, you ready to die twice?!" - "What is the ONE thing I asked you NOT to do tonight? "Raise the dead," "And what did you do?" "Raise the dead," - "Hey, well at least you can't deny that magic exists anymore, right? "... Kid, I've always known," "What!?" - "The only wrinkly monster who harasses my family is ME!" - "I'm not an idiot, kid, of course, this town is weird and the one thing I know about that weirdness is that it's dangerous. I've been lying about it to try to keep you away from it, to try to protect you from it. Looks like I didn't lie well enough," - "They're slow! Just power-walk away from them!" - "Dude, you're laying on my bra," - "Man, these movies are a lot less scary when you've actually fought real zombies," - "They sure are taking their time in there," "Didn't he say something about a monster!?" "Oh, no! I thought he was joking!" "You know his jokes are terrible!" - "You think you're so clever, don't you? But you have no idea what you're up against. You will never find the author! If you keep digging, you'll meet a fate worse than you can imagine," - "Would it be wrong to punch a child?" - "Don't stay up all night. The last time you got this sleep-deprived, you tried to eat your own shirt," - It was just a job, kid! No hard feelings. And I've been keeping an eye on you since then, and I must say, I'm impressed! "Really?" "Yep, in fact, you deserve a prize! Here, have a head that's always screaming!" - "I'm gonna stop you! I'm going to find that journal before you do, and I'm gonna stop you!" "Heh, but how can you stop me...if you don't exist?" - "Did he just make out with his puppets?" "I might've dodged a bullet there," - "The point is, I like you. How's about you let me give you a hint, huh? I only ask for a small... favor in return," "I'd never do a favor for you! Don't forget who defeated you last time!" "Right, you "defeated me". Well, if you ever change your mind, I'll be here for you, ready to make a deeaaal," - "Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you - next thing you know, you gotta raise a kid, your life falls apart... Forget that last part," - "Well, that just put me 90 minutes closer to death. Time you kids learned to watch the classics from my day," "Ooooh, old people movies! Get ready for references we don't understand and words we can't repeat," - "Love God! sign my face!" "Only if you sign mine, baby! LET'S GET WEIRD!" - "You're the worst," - "Just gotta splash this sucker with some anointed water and he should be out of your probably fake blonde hair," - "I was right about you all along. You're just as bad as your parents. Another link in the world's worst chain!" - "Look at who you're talking to, boy. I'm hosting a party for the most powerful people in the world. You think they'd come here if they had to rub elbows with your kind?" "My kind?" - "A forest of death, a lesson learned! And now the manor will BURN!" - "Hey, ugly! Over here! You want me to let in the townsfolk? 'Cause I'll do it! Just change everyone back!" "You wish to prove yourself? Pull that lever and open the grand gate to the town! Fulfill your ancestors' promise!" - "Is this thing broken?" "Our family name is broken! And I'm gonna fix it!" - "Ow! Hot Belgian waffles! Wait, I'm alone. I can swear for real! SON OF A..." - "I wanted to say that you're gonna hear some bad things about me, and some of 'em are true, but trust me—everything I've worked for, everything I care about, it's all for this family!" - "Is this the part where one of us faints?" "Oh, I am so on it, dude," - "What...? W-who is that?" "The author of the journals... my brother," - "You owe us some answers: What's the deal with this portal? Why did you keep this a secret?" "And what happened between you and your brother?" "I hope all of this aligns exactly with my fan-fiction. If not, I will be very disappointed," - "Greetings. Do kids still say greetings? I haven't been in this dimension for a really long time," "Whoa, a six-fingered handshake? It's a full-finger friendlier than normal!" "Heha, I like this kid. She's weird," - "Look, you gonna explain what's going on, here? You're acting like Mom after her tenth cup of coffee," "Listen, there isn't must time. I've made huge mistakes and I don't know who I can trust anymore," "Hey, uh, easy there. Let's talk this through, okay?" - "I'd lost him. I didn't know if he was dead or alive in some distant galaxy, but I knew his journal must have the answer to getting him back. Somehow," - "No, no! You don't understand what I've been through! I've been to prison in three different countries! I once had to chew my way out of the trunk of a car! You think you've got problems? I've got a mullet!" - "That's IT?! You finally want to see me after ten years, and it's to tell me to get as far away from you as possible?!" - "Have you come to steal my eyes!?!" - "My boy, do you know what this means? We must stop everything I've been working on at once... and PLAY!" - "Kids, if I die, make sure I get a bigger tombstone than my brother," - "Look, it's time we stop trying to be so "perfect" and be who we really are. We're crazed, angry, sweaty animals! We're not unicorns, we're WOMEN! AND WE TAKE WHAT WE WANT!" - "You lied to me! Where does that portal really lead?!" "Hoho! Looks like Mr. Brainiac finally got smart! Let's just say that when that portal finishes charging up, your dimension is gonna learn how to party! Right, guys?" - "MONEY!" - "TV lied, man! If you can avoid growing up, do it! I'd give anything to be twelve again," - "Well, it's a horrible opportunity for me! I had the worst day of my life! When we turn thirteen, summer ends and I have to leave everything behind. You're the only person I could count on, and now you're leaving me too?!" - "Look, things aren't gonna stay frozen this way. It's part of growing up. Things change. Summer ends," - "At last! At long, long last! The gate between worlds has opened! The event one billion years prophesied has come to pass! The day has come! THE WORLD IS FINALLY MINE!" - "I'll die before I join you!" - "Open up! This is the police. Time Police!" "Just play it cool, ditch the time-punch. Let me do the talking," - "This is crazy! I'm sorry about our fight, and I'm sorry things aren't great right now, but that doesn't mean you can stay in here forever!" - "Look, real-life stinks sometimes, okay, I'm not gonna lie. But there's a better way to get through it than denial, and that's with help from people who care about you," - "I thought you were living a fantasy, but look at me! I actually thought I was gonna stay here and be his apprentice! Spend my entire teens cooped up in a basement with a lab coat? How ridiculous is that? I don't know what's gonna happen in the future, but whatever it is, you don't have to fear because we'll do it together. I'm not taking his apprenticeship. We've traveled to Heck and back to get you and we're goin' back together. Leave this fantasy world. Let's beat this and grow up together," - "You mean it? You're really coming home with me?" "Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. Awkward sibling hug?" "... Sincere sibling hug," - "Aw, man, I never noticed how bright this place is, ugh! Have I actually been listening to the same song for an entire week?" - "Since the Mayor got captured, I elected myself de-facto Chief. The plan's to stay in here and eat brown meat until we run out. Then I vote we eat the gnomes," "Hey! I'm short, not deaf!" "Shh, shh! Stress will make you chewy!" - "You're insane if you think I'll help you!" "I'm insane either way, braniac!" - "Well, would you look at that! Those kids really care about you. And you care about them. DON'T YOU?!" - "Ohh, I can't believe this! The kids are gonna die and it's all my fault! All because I couldn't shake your stupid hand! Ugh, Dad was right about me. I am a screwup," "Don't blame yourself. I'm the one who made a deal with that psycho in the first place. I fell for all his easy flattery. You would've seen him for the scam artist he is," "... How did things get so messed up between us?" - "Do you really think he's gonna make good on that deal?" "What other choice do we have?" - "Heh-heh! Do a pretty good impression of my brother, don't I? Switch clothes and no one can tell us apart! Welcome to my mind. Surprised you didn't recognize it," - "Oh, yeah. You're goin' down. You're getting erased. Memory gun. Pretty clever, huh?" "Y-you idiot! Don't you realize you're destroying your own mind too?!" "Eh. It's not like I was using this space for much anyway," - "You're making a mistake! I'll give you anything! Money, fame, riches, infinite power, your own galaxy! Please! No...! WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME...?!" - "Hey, look at me! Turn around and look at me, you one-eyed demon! You're a real wise guy, but you made one fatal mistake: you messed with my family!" - "MY TIME HAS COME TO BURN! I INVOKE THE ANCIENT POWER THAT I MAY RETURN!" - "Heh. Guess I was good for something after all," - "You're a hero," - "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, oh I know we'll meet again some sunny day," - "Being a hero means fighting back even when it seems impossible," - "If you've ever taken a road trip through the Pacific Northwest, you've probably seen a bumper sticker for a place called Gravity Falls. It's not on any maps, and most people have never heard of it. Some people think it's a myth. But if you're curious, don't wait. Take a trip. Find it. It's out there somewhere in the woods, waiting,"