#NO but imagine him getting asked that question again by Donna

[loupettes]

thinking about how these two conversations happened only hours apart :(

[paleprincessturtle]

Heyy! I love your writing and was wondering if you could write a piece where Mike thinks Harvey is a loner so he goes and asks Donna, but Donna tells him he’s been in a super serious relationship for a while. Mike doesn’t believe her so she tells him to go see for himself. Mike goes to Harvey’s place and sees him being super domestic and fluffy with reader.

Aww thanks! And also thanks a bunch for the request. I'm sorry it took so long. But here we go and enjoy!

Note: I'm really sorry for others who already sent me other requests, it might take me some times to post again since I'm in the middle of writing my thesis. Thanks!

Sunny Disposition

Pairing: Harvey x Reader

Mike walked with spring in his steps. It's been approximately 10 hours since Harvey snapped in his face and gave him a direct order to not leave the building unless he found anything they needed for the hearing next Monday. Mike was bummed that he had to cancel tonight's dinner with Rachel. They made an agreement to always have dinner somewhere new every Friday. But here he was. Stuck with piles upon piles upon piles of documents. Nevertheless, he found it. This could be a breakthrough in court. They could win easily with this. But as he got closer to Harvey's office, he slowed down. Frown graced his face. The door to Harvey's office is closed, lights off. Donna was the only sign of life near Harvey's office. Even Donna was getting ready to leave. He walked faster to Donna's desk before she got the chance to leave. "Where's Harvey?" Mike asked, confusion apparent in his voice. "He left at 6," Donna said nonchalantly as if the information wasn't odd at all. It was odd to Mike. Harvey left at 6? Was his place on fire?

"He left at 6? Why did he leave at 6? I have a girlfriend at home, who had dinner alone because Harvey told me not to leave this building. He had a cactus you left him, just that." Mike said in disbelief. Donna chuckled and got back to gathering her things, ready to leave. "Why has Harvey never been in a serious relationship?" Mike asked, all curious. "Last was with Scottie, right? But it wasn't that serious. Though Harvey snapped at me over a pencil after the breakup. But it wasn't that serious from what I see." Donna watched the younger guy rambling. "I can't imagine being Harvey, get home only to a cactus." Mike closed his eyes and shook his head, imagining his home without Rachel. "Harvey is in a serious relationship, Mike." Mike opened his eyes so fast, his hand covering his mouth. "Get out," Mike said in disbelief. "He's been in this relationship for over a year. In fact, he just proposed to her last month, on her birthday, in Florence." Mike's brows knitted together as he tried to remember if there was anything different from Harvey last month. He did take a week vacation, and he dodged questions about his holiday. When he got back he brought with him a beautifully hand-carved pen for Mike. It did creep Mike out. Harvey and souvenirs just don't bode well. He shook his head. "Lies. You said that just to make me feel bad for getting pissed at Harvey because he went home early." Donna rolled his eyes, "If you don't believe me, why don't you give him a visit, and see it for yourself." Donna said as she left her desk.

Mike knocked after he tried the door and failed. He was ready to face Harvey with a glass of whisky in his hand. What he didn't expect was a woman opened the door for him. She dressed in Harvey's dress shirt, black leggings, and an apron. The smell of deliciousness came out as she opened the door. She smiled brightly at Mike. "I'm sorry, can I help you?" she said in all friendliness. Mike snapped out of it and offered his hand, "I'm sorry, I'm Mike Ross. I work with Harvey, I'm here to drop some important documents." Mike explained, confusion still thick in his head. Was Donna telling the truth? Before none of them could say anything, he heard Harvey call from inside. "Sweetheart, who is it?" Mike looked at her in surprise. Sweetheart? Now, sweetheart and Harvey Specter doesn't bode well even more. The woman in front of her ignored Harvey and instead of shaking his hand, she hugged him. "I've heard so much about you! Harvey won't shut up. It's great to finally put a face to a name, and please come in. We are just cooking dinner. Harvey must've confined you in the office. Come in, please," she moved aside to let Mike in. "Harvaroooo" she called out as they entered the kitchen. Harvey turned from the stove and locked eyes with Mike. Harvey frowned and seemed caught off guard. Mike almost laughed at the sight of Harvey standing over a stove, bare feet, holding a spatula. "Harvey baby, look who showed up on our doorstep!" she walked past Harvey as Harvey stood there in confusion. She retrieved a wine glass. "Harvey, why don't you sit down with Mike while I finish up dinner? He mentioned important documents," Harvey nodded, "Mike, you fine with red?" she brought the bottle over her head for Mike to see. "Yes, of course," Mike said slowly, eyes still locked on Harvey's. She brought the glass over to Harvey. "Here, go sit down with Mike," she said, and again, Harvey nodded. This woman can order Harvey around and she's not Jessica, Mike thought. "You sure you don't need help? I can help you finish dinner. Mike can wait. Right, Mike?" Harvey called out. "Yes," Mike answered shortly, still in a daze. "No, baby. You and Mike go out sit on the balcony, and talk about..." she trailed off then smiled, "Talk about whatever you need to talk about while I finish dinner. It shouldn't be long anyway." Mike saw Harvey look down at her. He whispered sweet nothings in her ears as she giggled. He pecked her lips before turning to Mike, he handed him the glass of red and gestured outside with his head. "Wow," Mike said in amazement as he leaned on the railing of the balcony. "Perks of being successful, I can afford this view," Harvey said, leaning on the railing beside him. They both have the view of the kitchen, with the mysterious woman taking an extra plate for Mike. "When are you going to tell me that you're actually engaged?" Mike asked, turning his head to look at Harvey. "I don't mix her with work. When I pissed people off and they found out about her, they will use her against me. I won't let that happen on my watch," Harvey said solemnly. A small smile crossed Harvey's lips as he looked inside at his girl. Mike didn't miss it. "She's beautiful," Mike said, patting Harvey on the back. "Congratulations," Mike said as he pulled him into a hug. Before Harvey could say anything, she opened the sliding door to tell both men that dinner was ready.

Harvey put his hand on his lower back as they walked to the dining table. "You should've told me to help you set the table," Harvey said and she waved him off. "It's fine, Harvey." Harvey pulled the chair for her and kissed the top of her head as she sat down. Mike smiled at the interaction. No matter how much Mike denied it, Harvey is his friend. Mike cared a lot about him and to know that Harvey found her, put Mike's mind at ease. "Oh, I hope we knew you'd come. I hope you're fine with ravioli?" she asked and Mike shook his head. "Please, if anything I'm the one ruining your night with Harvey." Mike gave her a reassuring smile. "It's not like Harvey is an angel and didn't keep you in the office away from your girlfriend," she looked at Harvey and swatted his shoulder, "You should stop doing that, Harvey!" Harvey laughed as he caught her hand and gave it a kiss on the inside of her wrist before letting it go. "Harvey never told me about you," Mike started as he took a bite of the ravioli, "Damn, this is the best ravioli I've ever put in my mouth." Mike closed his eyes as he savored the flavors. "My girl here is the best cook," Harvey said proudly and smiled at her and she laughed. "Harvey never told you about me because I'm a mere mistress," she shrugged as Mike laughed. Mike glanced at her ring finger, adorned with a huge diamond ring. Harvey must've spent a fortune on that. "Sunny, can you pass me the pepper?" Harvey asked her as she passed him the pepper. "Sunny?" Mike asked, eyebrow raised. "Sunny is his silly nickname for me," she waved him off. "Just like Harvaroo?" Mike joked and Harvey choked on his food. The two of them laughed at the even sillier nickname. "It's not a silly nickname," Harvey said after he regained his composure. "Harvaroo?" Mike asked, amusement glinting in his eyes. "That's a silly nickname," Harvey scoffed. "Sunny is not a silly nickname," Mike looked at Harvey, asked him to continue. "She's the ray of sun amidst my storm. I wouldn't know simple happiness without her." Harvey said as he leaned forward to kiss her. Mike watched the two of them and smiled. Relieved washed over him, knowing Harvey, the loner he thought, was actually very much in love.

MASTERLIST

[sugarandspicewriting]

Hihi!! I saw that you're taking requests? Do you think you could cook up some headcanons for your choice of DC characters with a s/o that really loves to do extravagant makeup? Thank you 🫶

Super Graphic Ultra Modern Girl Like Me

Summary: DC characters (Starfire, Wonderwoman, and Jason) react to your extravagant makeup

Warnings: Mentions of people making fun of you

Starfire (Koriand'r)

I imagine there are probably some kind of cosmetic routines on Tamaran, but the standards of beauty are different.

I think she would be interested to see what you do and why. She doesn’t judge how extravagant your makeup is, because her frame reference is skewed. All makeup seems extravagant to her

I do think she’d be horrified by fake lashes at first if that’s something you do.

“What are you doing, my star?” 

“I’m putting glue on a fake lash strip to put on my eyes!”

“You… glue fake lashes on your eyes? But you already have eyelashes? How do you get them off?”

“I just rip them off-”

“What?!?”

Seriously we never talk about how crazy fake lashes are.

If you let her, she’d want to watch you do your routine and grill you on what you’re doing and why. It might feel a little weird doing your makeup and she’s just sitting there like :0

Don’t mind her, she just loves you.

Might make you feel bad about how little you know.

“So this liquid goes on your lips? What ingredients are in it? Is it safe to consume?”

Oof. Now I feel stupid.

After careful studying, she’ll ask if she can try

Let her do your makeup for you. A 6 feet tall lady pulling you into her lap and doing your graphic eyeliner under your instruction. Yes. Call me Homotron 3000.

Honestly it might be a little rough the first time but that just gives her an excuse to do it again

She will absolutely defend your makeup if someone comments on it. She considers what you do to be an art worth studying. 

Scary dog gf privileges.

WonderWoman (Diana) 

Fresh from Themyscira Diana might be similar to Starfire.

They didn’t have makeup, but they probably had morning grooming routines. She would have similar reservations about fake lashes and ingredients. 

But if we’re talking about a Diana that has been here a while and is familiar with Earth culture, she’s probably more concerned about your why.

She questions why you do your makeup in this way.

But not in a judgemental way.

“Why is it that you do such exaggerated makeup? It is not how others do it?” 

“I like how it looks”

“I see. It is pretty”

And then she’d go back to whatever she was doing.

She would find your makeup amusing.She finds a lot of what humans do amusing.

Like sorry we can’t all be blessed with beauty by the gods. Damn.

She would still defend your choices though.

If someone were to comment on it in a negative way with her around, all she’d have to do is give them a look and they’d stop. 

Scary dog gf privileges part 2

Red Hood (Jason Todd)

Scary dog bf privileges but he’s actually going to bite people

Biting is more of a Damian thing but he will defend you.

Feminist king balances the “You look beautiful without makeup” and “I think your makeup is so cool” without being annoying. How does he do it?

He is friends with Artemis and Donna so he’s familiar with most of what you're doing. 

He enjoys sitting with you while you do your makeup. His life has been so chaotic that little moments of calm and domesticity mean a lot to him. He might watch you and chat, but he might sit quietly and read a book or check his phone and enjoy the comfortable silence between you.

If you ask nicely he’ll read to you

If someone were to insult you for what you do he would not let that slide.

He’s not going to immediately escalate it to violence; mostly because he doesn’t need to.

He can do that teacher thing where he can just look at someone and they act right.

Because he’s over 6 ft and 200 pounds. It’s giving Bruce energy a little bit but don’t tell him that.

[i-magines]

Wildest Dreams: Chapter 3

Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2 | CHAPTER 4 | CHAPTER 5 | CHAPTER 6  | CHAPTER 7 | CHAPTER 8 | CHAPTER 9 | CHAPTER 10

synopsis: You’re an assistant director in an indie movie set and fate makes sure you keep crossing paths with a certain Chilean actor.  

disclaimer: This is my first Pedro Pascal’s fictional work + the first fanfic I write in English, as it isn’t my first language. Unfortunately, I do not own Pedro and this is all a product of my imagination.

rating: M (keep scrolling if your under 18 please)

warnings: age gap, mature content, fem!reader, eventual drinking and drugs, a little smut but nothing crazy (yet), a bit slow burn but not really.  

word count: 1,509

Over the first month, your friendship with Pedro only grew stronger. You were afraid once the production set was moved to the country, he was going to just disappear, as you were no longer roommates. You’d be lying to yourself if you said he didn’t make you feel anything, especially with how charming and flirting he was. You both had shared a lot of personal stuff over smoking joints and you were already used to hanging out together after a day of filming. But today things were going to be different, because the producers had organized a little happy hour for the crew.

Speaking of them, you had asked Pedro to keep your friendship on the low, at least during the job. You knew what everyone would say and think, mostly about you alone, so you were looking after yourself. He understood that and apparently didn’t care to be sneaking out like a teenager to spend some time with you.

“There you are”, Pedro happily greeted you on the corner of the happy hour room, about two hours into the event. “I almost didn’t get the chance to see you today. How’s everything going?”

At this point, you were certain the director hated you, but thank God he was the only one. Everyone else seemed to really like you and your work, which helped a lot with your anxiety.

“He spent the day trying to drive me crazy… Again”, you told Pedro. “You?”

“I would definitely rather be directed by you, if I’m being honest” he said in sympathy. “But yeah, it won’t take long for me to tell him to fuck off. Super nicely, of course.”

You both laughed. You could see he had been drinking and so did everybody in the room. Somebody turned up the music and Pedro dragged you to the improvised dance floor. You danced for about half an hour, until you saw him going to talk to Donna, one of the producers. They seemed friendly— too friendly, if somebody asked your opinion. You noticed it before, how close they acted sometimes, but at the end of the day, it was none of your business. Flo, the make-up artist that got you the job, got your attention and you walked to her.

“What’s up with that face?” She shot you the question. Flo was in her mid 40s and you got to know her in your first gig, since then she was always trying to connect you with people. You really liked her and, most importantly, trusted her. “You looked like you were about to commit murder on the dance floor. I know Dave is giving you a hard time, but honestly he is doing this to every single soul.”

“I was just wondering, is Donna taken?”, you asked as if you had no intention behind it.

“Yeah, I think so”, she told you. “Why? You gay too?”

“Someti— wait, what?” You stared at each other for a few seconds. “Is she?”

“As far as I know”, she said simply. “And by that I mean I’ve known her for about 10 years now. Sorry to disappoint you.”

“No, you didn’t. I mean, good for her, right.”

You decided you need to put your shit together now on. You excused yourself and went to get another drink — you can be a new woman tomorrow. You took some shots and got a drink to hold while you watched everyone dancing and having a good time. You tried to force yourself to stop thinking about your crush on Pedro.

“I need professional help”, you whispered to yourself.

“And why is that?”

“Shit, Pedro!” You jumped, realizing he was right by your side. “You scared the shit out of me, you shithead.”

“Wow, language, sweetheart”, he laughed at your reaction, putting his arm over your shoulder. “What are you up to?”

“Not much, just enjoying the free drinks”, you replied, also enjoying the proximity of his body. “I can see you’re enjoying them yourself.”

“Nah, I’m thinking about getting out of here, people are starting to get too drunk and God forbid I witness anything I can’t unsee”, he was being playful and seemed happy when he got a smile out of you. “Care to join me? Or you already have plans for tonight?”

“Yeah, you know me, Miss Popularity herself”, you both laughed. “Seriously, though. I’m ready whenever you are.”

“Is it okay if we leave together? Considering your privacy policy”, he whispered in your ear. Only if he knew how weak that makes you. You just nodded. “After you, mi princesa.”

Fuck you, Pedro Pascal, you thought as you made the effort to move your shaking legs. Two options: first, he had no idea of his effects on you, or second, he did know that and he just liked to torture you. However it is, you were not willing to make a move to figure it out. 

The location of the shooting was a huge farm, so you walked together through the open field, towards his cabin. You got inside and took your shoes off.

“Hey, mister ‘I’m just a common worker as everybody else’, tell me again why exactly you are the only one with a private hot tube”, you teased him. He laughed. “Is it because you’re such good friends with Donna?”.

“So that’s what it was about back in the happy hour?” Pedro looked deeply into your eyes. “Such a jealous little girl, uh?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You can’t deny your brain formulated that sentence, but the alcohol spilled it out your mouth.

“Answering your question, I’m not really friends with Donna, but her partner is one of my closest colleagues in the industry”, he said in a patient tone. “And you’re welcome to use the hot tube whenever you feel like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning. Fuck.

“I didn’t mean to— to be honest, I don’t even know what I meant, so don’t mind drunk Y/N”, you breathed out strongly.

“Why don’t we forget about it and instead go chill in the hot tube?” He offered you a smile. Pedro was so easy to deal with, always trying to make you comfortable. “I have more of that nice whisky you like.”

You quickly put on your bikini in your room and head back to Pedro’s cabin. You could hear the happy hour turning into a party on the back, as you joined him inside the tub. You did your best to not stare at his toned, tanned body. He was smoking a cigar and handed you a glass.

“You know what’s funny”, he started, you already knew you wouldn’t find it funny at all. “This is the second time I see you in a tub.”

“Well, fuck you very much sir”, you held a serious face before letting a smile scape. “That was traumatic.”

“Why is that? I would say you made quite an impression”, he laughed, something different sparkling in his eyes. “Would it bother you if I said I still think about it?”

You felt your body hot, as if the water was on boiling point.

“God”, you whispered. He never took his eyes off yours. “I don’t know what to say, Pedro.”

“It’s a simple question, sweetheart”, he replied, coming a little closer. You got chills all over your body. “Honestly, I don’t know if you only see me as this friendly, older, disgusting man—”

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you cut him before he could finish. “Feel free to think about whatever you like.”

“Good”, he said quietly, his body even closer, but still not touching yours. “Tell me what you were doing on the tub that day, sweetheart.”

“I-I was, uh,” you felt like you were about to explode, your brain trying to process if this was really happening. “I was touching myself.”

“Finally, princesa”, he let out a deep breath against your neck. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to hear you say this, to be sure my memory wasn’t fucking with me.”

He touched your waist with his hand, putting the cigar away with the other one. You felt delirious.

“What are you going to do now that you know?” The question popped out of your mouth.

He grabbed your arm to move your body, making you sit on his lap. Face to face. He was hard as fuck.

“I will take you back to your cabin, give you a goodnight kiss…” He made a pause. His stare was deep down your soul. “Come back to mine and think ‘bout you while I mind my own business.”

He was dead serious.

“I’m too horny to go to sleep”, you cried to him, all your blood concentrated between your legs. You moved on his lap, rubbing against his cook.

“Trust me”, he said as his hands firmly held your hips down, making you stop and yet feel him ever harder. “I feel the same way.”

He gave you a little forehead kiss.

“C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

CHAPTER 4 AVALIABLE NOW

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[hobgoblinns]

you can put the word fuck once in every season of nuwho. Where is it going?

what a great question!

s1: i wanted to choose something funny, but i think nine screaming FUCKING KILL YOURSELF at that dalek would go hard af. but also…… nine and rose have the kind of relationship where i’m sure she’d jokingly say “oh fuck you” every time the doctor takes a cheap shot at humans

s2: i already posted tonight about wanting ten to be allowed to say “fuck you, mickey” (specifically in rise of the cybermen when mickey gets mad at him for favouring rose). but right now i kind of love the image of rose in doomsday throwing herself at that wall and screaming FUCK!!!!!!

s3: the tensimm fan in me wants to replace “are you asking me out on a date?” with “are you trying to fuck?”. but i think it would be more gratifying if, in the same episode, we got to see martha say “fuck you, i’ll do what i like” to the doctor when he tells her not to call home

s4: this is DONNA we’re talking about. you expect me to choose just one? well. alright. “i was asleep, in my clothes, like a fucking kid!”. imagine how much it would hurt if all this time she’s been censoring herself and then, with her memory wiped, she’s suddenly back to cussing the hell out of everyone she meets

2009/2010 specials (yes im cheating shhh): in the end of time: “i had fucking estates”.

s5: river: ooh, i’m going to be a professor someday? doctor: (softly) fuuuuuuuck….

s6: instead of that amazing “the doctor is very dear to me. but you know what else he is? not here” speech that amy gives, she should just say “fuck you madame kovarian” and murder her in cold blood. genuinely like, amy was exhibiting insane restraint for a mother who’d had her child taken from her.

s7: “i didn’t know when i was well off. all fucking twelve of them.” “no sir — all fucking thirteen!”

s8: again, this is TWELVE. almost every line feels like a pg malcolm tucker. but i’m going to go with dark water’s “can you hurry up please or i’m going to hit you with my fucking shoe”

s9: easiest one yet: “get up, off your fucking arse, and win”.

s10: missy and the master: “hold me” “fuck me” “make me” (this scene made me queasy but those two are horribly fucked up and would 100% say this)

s11: i have only seen this season in snippets but i think someone in ‘rosa’ has got to tell a racist to go fuck themselves

s12: during the master’s whole pathetic “wahhh kneel call me master” spiel i think the doctor should have just told him to fuck off. when i saw that scene i was yelling at the screen for him to fuck off so i think she should be allowed to tell him to as well. or maybe spray him with a water pistol like a bad cat

s13: for some reason the first thing that comes to mind is evil dan but tbh he doesn’t need to say fuck. he’s already powerful enough. instead in that opening scene when thirteen is trying to get the voice activated handcuffs to open: “RELEASE!!! oh, maybe i was scottish when i set them up…….. fucking RRRRRELEASE!!!!!!!!”

s13 specials (cheating again shh): tegan: and yes, i WOULD like to go in the fucking tardis!!! (alternatively: “i know these teeth… what… WHAT… WHAT THE FUCK????”)

[kaylinlmao]

Fight PT 2 *Edited*

Heyo! Since a couple people wanted this, I shall write it because I'm a people pleaser! :)

Warning: Yandere! Bruce, Yandere! Finney, Yandere Robin, Yandere, Billy, Yandere! Vance, Yandere! Griffin. Toxic, obsessive, manipulative behavior. Aged up to 18 because that just makes more sense to me! Some swearing.

Summary: The boys go to seek out Y/N's friendship and she accepts. What she didn't for see was the manipulation, overprotective and obsessed behavior.

My older sister walked into my room and shook me awake. "Dude, wake the fuck up" she said, pulling the covers off of head. "What the hell happened to your eye?! MOM!" "No! Don't yell for mom! It's fine. I just got in a fight." "On your first day? Did you win?" she questioned me. "What the fuck you think? Of course I won. I'm no wimp." "Sure. Seriously, get up though if you don't want to be late." She laughed, rolling her eyes and walking away.

I crawled out of bed and got ready to go. I went downstairs to where my sister was eating at the table. "Where are the adults?" I asked "They just left for work" Of course they did. Didn't even interact with me at all. "Grab a pop tart or something and go. You have like 10 minutes until you're bell rings" she says. "Oh shit!" I said, running to the pantry, grabbing a Smores pop tart and bolting out the door. Once I started driving, I remembered everything that happened yesterday and started freaking out. Oh god. They're gonna kill me. I started imagining scenarios of them beating my ass or murdering me. Stupid intrusive thoughts. I didn't want to go to school now but I didn't have a choice. I parked my car, took a deep breath, and walked inside.

The bell hadn't rang yet so the halls were crowded with students and their friends talking before school started. As I was walking towards my locker, I saw Donna and she waved me over. "Hey! I heard what you did yesterday! That was either really smart or really stupid." She said, chuckling. "Probably the latter" I faintly smiled. "I have to go get my books from my locker. Ill see you later?" I asked. "Of course. Do you want to eat lunch together under the tree again?" she asked. "I would love to!" I said, smiling. "Ok! I'll meet you there! Bye!" "See you"

Once I made it to my locker, I saw the group of boys from yesterday waiting there for me. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I'm gonna die. They're gonna murder me and ima die. Play it cool, Y/N. Play it cool. I walked over to my locker and opened it, completely ignoring the boys crowded around it. How the fuck did they even know that this was my locker anyways? "Hey" Bruce said. I ignored him. Probably not the best choice but I didn't know what to say. Hey I'm sorry for beating your asses yesterday. Please don't kill me. No.

"Hello?" Finney said, tapping me. I shoved my books in my bag and started to walk away but Vance grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "We're talking to you" "How can I help you?" I asked, sighing in exasperation. "We need to talk" Billy said. "About what?" I questioned tiredly. "Let's go outside" Robin said. They started walking outside. Perfect time to bolt! I tried to run off but Bruce, who was closest to me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards them. They surrounded me so I had to walk with them.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I said, angry because I couldn't get away. "Hey! Stop that! We just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out with us!" Bruce said. What the Reeses peanut butter fucks is this shit? "What the fuck do you mean?" Robin said. "Did I say that out loud?" "Yes, Y/N. Jesus." Vance rolling his eyes. "How the hell do you know my name? I never told you." "We asked Donna. And because she's scared of us, she told us." Billy said. "We just want to be your friends" Griffin says. "No catch?" I ask, suspicious. "No catch" Finney reassures me. I hesitate for a second before saying "Ok." and walking off.

"Hey! You're sitting with us at lunch." said Finney "No, I'm not. I'm sitting with Donna." "No you're not." Robin says. "You're sitting with us" said Bruce. "No I'm not! You can't tell me what to do!" I say. Vance stalks over to me. "You're sitting with us. Or do we need eliminate the problem?" Vance whispers in my ear. "You can't do anything to Donna" I whispered, my voice shaking. "You'd be surprised, Doll." "Ok. Ill sit with you guys" I whisper. He pulls away and as I'm walking away he yells "See you at lunch Dollface!"

What have I gotten myself into?

Soooo Idk if I like this yet but whateves. I'm gonna try to post everyday. Please request stuff! My imagination only goes so far. and let me know in the comments if you want yandere poly ghost boys, yandere brance x reader, yandere finbin x reader, or just some fluff or angst with any of them you want. Part 3 is posted! Love y'all! :) -Kaylin

@finneysbaseball

[stardustandmeteors]

Star gazing | 14th doctor x female! reader (part i)

NO SPOILERS (okay, maybe slightly)

Pairings: 14th doctor x reader

Warning: slight spoilers, nothing major, hopefully (the meep counts as a spoiler I think)

Characters: the doctor and the reader.

Summary: after everything with the meep had finally ended, the doctor thought it was best to stay the night at the noble-temple household, slowly getting closer to y/n who reminds him so much of his late wife.

y/n sat on the roof of her goddaughters shed, staring up at the vast openness of space. It was calming, relaxing even. Just today, she had battled some evil alien by the name of meep and nearly lost the earth because of the meep.

She had also met a strange man, he was named the doctor, he knew Wilfred a long time ago and apparently he knew Donna and Sylvia as well before she came into the picture. Growing up, she had heard of a man in a blue box that could travel in space and time, she was quite the spunky kid growing up and loved everything about the stories and would attempt reenact the stories, as if she herself lived them. Her imagination was good, she could imagine anything and she could do it. That's how she got her career. She was determined.

Startled out of her thoughts, she saw the strange man in question climbing up onto the shed, struggling to steady himself, which caused the young woman to raise a brow. Once he was steady enough, he looked up and saw y/n there, and he grinned. "Oh, hell y/n, I didn't realize you were here." He lifted himself up and sat right next to her, "why haven't you gone to sleep yet? I'm sure you're exhausted from today," the doctor questioned. She bit her lip and turned away, staring up at the stars again.

"sorry, I've got lots of things on my mind, hard to sleep really." She sighed. The two were shoulder to shoulder, the silence between them was awkward or had any sort of tension. The doctor glanced her way, noticing small details, little ones that remind him so much of River. Everything she did today reminded him of River, and he couldn't explain. He nudged her.

"well, that's no good. You humans need your sleep." He joked. y/n laughed, shaking her head, her slight curls (or whatever style you have/want) bounced on top of her head.

"yeah, suppose you're right, doctor," she looked over to him, him being caught and frozen by those e/c pools of hers. "But, I just can't seem to. I mean, after everything, it's a wonder I'm still sane. That alien nearly killed me and my goddaughter and her family and almost millions of others." She pulled at her hair in frustration, before slumming, the doctor watching her closely. She glanced at him, "you know, growing up, I heard the stories of you. The amazing doctor my mum would call you, thought you were a myth." She shrugged, nudging him back.

He chuckled, "amazing, huh?" He asked, "I think I'm far from that, dear." He froze at the word he used, hoping she didn't catch it. She wasn't River. River was gone, and so were Amy and Rory.

y/n stared at him with wide eyes, before smirking, "dear? No one besides Donna or Sylvia calls me that." She gently pushed the doctor. "Don't tell me you fancy me doc," she laughed. The laugh was so familiar to him, which helped sooth his aching pain.

"no, sorry, it slipped." He admitted, "you just remind me of someone... Someone important." y/n stopped laughing, her smiled going soft.

"they must be important if little old me rinds you of them. What's their name?" She saw his face and tried to backtrack herself, "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me --"

"no, no, it's fine." He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. "Her name was River Song... She's gone now." He said.

"well, she sounds nice, this River woman." She leaned back on her hands, her hair cascading down her shoulder, "wish I could've met her."

"yeah." He said, watching the stars alongside her, their shoulders close as her head gently leans against his shoulder. He tensed at the feeling, but soon relaxed. "Oh, I have to ask. Donna said that you were back only for a month from college. What do you study?" He asked after a beat. She got off his shoulder and beamed.

"archeology. I'm becoming an archeologist, so I can travel the world and find hidden discoveries and artifacts that have been lost in history!" She grinned. The doctor stared at her in shocked silence as she went back to watch the stars. But, River was an archeologist. Don't tell him this is the universe's way of playing a crude joke on him. "Someday doctor, I'm gonna change the world. And people will know who I am. I'll be a great archeologist, I just know it." She looked at him to see him looking at her with nervousness. "What's that look for?" She asked. He smiled at her gently.

"heh, spoilers," he chuckled. She shook her head at his weirdness and went back to the stars. What did the world have in store for him? Only time would tell, and he already knows he hasn't got any left.

note: it's a bit short, and just to clear it up River and the reader are not related. They just look similar in style and career choices, that's it.

[marksbear]

So this was also on my mind with Dom avengers reader. So how about sub Steven who had a picture of reader as his lock screen and Donna walks pass saying how handsome he is and wish she could hit that. Which then leads to Steven saying that is his boyfriend and Donna (being the worst) says sure he is and walks off. But they have a office party soon and steven asks for reader to show up and prove Donna wrong. Reader says yes but shows a little late and has to find steven in the party and try to walk away from fans. He sees steven talking to Donna about something and speeds walks to him and kisses him saying how much he missed him. Donna is shocked and they both enjoy the party. And reader then asks if that was his boss and steven says yes and why he brought him here was to make her jealous.Which leads to them going home and steven goes to ride reader while saying how he is his boyfriend/fiance/husband (whichever you prefer) and saying to steven how he won't ever leave him.(I just read this and now see how similar this is to the other avengers party one. And am sorry bout that I've been having a headache for the past couple of days so sorry if this all over the place.)-🐻‍❄️

I'm so sorry for not posting jack shit 😭! I've been so busy and tired nowadays, but I will make it up to everyone. And thank you my 50% for requesting I love you!

Warnings! Jealous Steven, petty Steven, SMUT, eating out, fingering, spit as lube, riding, jerking off, making out, PDA, HERO reader,

SUB STEVEN GRANT X HERO MALE READER

"Steve, what time is it?" Donna says walking to the souvenir counter leaning onto it looking at Steven. Steven picks up his phone and checks the time. "It's 5:31" Steven responds back turning his head to the side to face his boss.

Before Steven could turn off his phone and put it back in his pocket Donna's voice rings out.

"Is that the new Avenger H/n? A handsome bloke isn't he. I wish I could hit that y'know? I bet he's a beast in bed." Donna says gesturing to Steven's wallpaper with a smirk imagining all the things the new hero could do to her. Steven stares at Donna wide eyed before responding.

"He's my boyfriend actually. We've been dating for a couple years."

Donna rolls her eyes in disbelief and says "Sure he is Stevey. Think you're going a bit mad Steven." Donna mocks before leaving a puzzled Steven by himself.

Steven watches her walk off before turning back to his phone and goes to his messages and sends Y/n a quick text. "Could you please come to my office party? I don't wanna be alone and I miss you so much." Steven waits a little before getting a quick response back from Y/n.

"When does it start?"

"In about six four hours." Steven responds back.

"I'll be there Steven. Love you and see you in a few hours." ❤

"Love you too!"

Steven smiles to himself before turning off his phone and goes back to work. The whole time Steven was working he kept imagining everyone's shocked faces when they all found out The Y/n is dating him. He couldn't wait for the party.

Since him and Y/n haven't been able to hang around a lot since Y/n is an avenger and all, but the one thing Steven loves about it is that Y/n would honestly drop any meeting or mission to be with him.

TIMESKIP

Steven waits nervously waiting for his boyfriend to show up. Steven checks his phone again for the time. "9:12..." Steven mumbles to himself feeling a bit anxious. To make things even worse Donna stalks up to Steven talking about whatever.

"So Steven. I may need you to work a few more hours on Wednesday because" Before Donna could finish theres a crowd of people screaming and cheering from outside.

Y/n moves past them trying to get inside so he can finally be with his boyfriend. "Excuse me. Excuse me please."

Y/n says trying to get by them. Paparazzi and etc take pictures of Y/n and interviewers trying to ask him questions. Even fans trying to block Y/n from where he's trying to go.

Y/n lets out a sigh before speed walking past them.

Finally Y/n is able to get inside the office building looking around in the crowded party for Steven.

Once Y/n finally finds Steven he walks straight to him with open arms.

"Steven!" Y/n shouts with the biggest smile on his face before wrapping his arms around Steven pulling him in for a kiss. Donna stares at the couple wide eyed even dropping her drink from surprise.

"I missed you Stevey~" Y/n says against Steven's lips before kissing him once more not giving him time to react. Y/n pulls away and kisses Steven's head. "Cmon let's go find something to eat. I'm starving" Y/n suggests taking Steven's arm leading him away from his boss. Steven head turns to Donna's direction and a smirk crawls onto his lips as he sees many of his co-workers behind Donna staring at them.

As the two enjoy the party Donna alongside Steven's co-workers were beyond shocked as the "Nobody." Steven Grant and "The world's hero." Y/n L/n are actually dating. Nevertheless a happy-healthy relationship.

Many took pictures of them as Y/n has his hand on Steven's lower hip guiding and taking him wherever. People tried to get autographs from Y/n, but he just declined gently saying "I'm not H/n right now sorry. I'm just some guy with his boyfriend."

After a while Y/n couldn't shake Donna's eyes off of him, so he finally speaks up to Steven. "Hey, weren't you talking to your boss a while ago?" Y/n asks turning his attention away from the blonde woman to his boyfriend. Steven glances at Donna before looking back at his boyfriend.

"Yeah she was." Steven answers.

"Shes staring at us harder than the others. What did you do Steven." Y/n points out watching Steven's facial expression becomes a bit embarrassed. "W-well I brought you here to make her jealous----"

"Ahh~ So you didn't miss me you actually just wanted to make your boss jealous." Y/n cuts him off with a giggle. "N-no! I didn't just want to use you! I did miss you!" Steven blurts out panicking a little. "I'm just kidding! But what else did she say about me?" Y/n says taking Steven by the hips pulling him in closer.

"She said y'know I wish I could hit that." Steven answers before adding "She didn't believe me when I said we have been dating for a few years." Steven watching Y/n let out a little giggle.

"Oh really huh? How about we show her who's the only person in the world that gets to hit that alright?" Y/n suggests before kissing Steven deeply. Steven quickly kisses back wrapping his arms around Y/n's shoulders.

The two honestly forgot they were at a party as they makeout only focusing on the other. Y/n pulls away, but not too far so his lips are still against Steven's. "Well then, let's go home." Y/n steps away from Steven before taking his hand leading him and himself out of the party.

As soon as they step out paparazzi are already taking pictures. "Ah shit-- forgot about them." Y/n breathes out.

TIMESKIP

Once they reached home Steven makes sure to feed Gus before turning his attention back to his boyfriend. Y/n picks up Steven with ease carrying him to the bed. Y/n sits Steven down on the bed before stripping out of his clothes with Steven doing the same.

After their both naked Y/n climbs into the bed laying Steven down on his back as he towers over him biting and sucking into his neck creating hickeys at the visible spots. Steven whimpers and trembles feeling Y/n bite and nibble into his neck. Steven's hard dick presses up against Y/n's own, so he takes the chance moving his hips up and down rubbing his cock against Y/n's own.

Y/n slowly takes Steven's hand and takes his fingers into his mouth sucking them and coating them with saliva. Y/n moves his tongue around between each finger making sure they're wet enough before pulling away. "Prep yourself while i'll do the same." Y/n says into Steven's ear.

Steven begins to do what he was told moving his fingers down to his hole and uses his middle finger to circle around his hole teasing himself before moving it inside. Steven watches in awe as Y/n jerks himself off. He couldn't tear his eyes away from Y/n watching his every movement.

Steven begins to move his finger in and out faster going at the same pace Y/n is. "You're really getting off to this." Y/n breathes out a tiny moan. Steven could only whimper in the response as he begins to add another finger. Precum begins to leak out of Steven's tip signalling that he's close.

Y/n lets go of his cock and move in front of Steven spreading his legs open wide before slowly taking Steven's hand pulling his fingers out of his hole.

"Wha-- Y-y/n! ohhhHh~ fuc- Fuck I love you so much!" Steven moans out feeling the tip of Y/n's tongue push inside his hole. Y/n holds onto Steven's hips pulling down on his tongue."You're my boyfriend! O-only my boyfriend a-alright~". Steven moans while Y/n begins to lick around Steven's hole moving his tongue deeper and deeper. "Y/n! Y/n mhm~ I-I'm cumming!~" Steven moans out shooting his load all over Y/n's face. White long streaks of cum lands on Y/n's head and face. Steven didn't realize about the mess he created on his partner until Y/n stopped eating him out.

"I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to! I am so--" Steven apologizes, but only gets shunted up by Y/n kissing him. "Okay i'll shut up." "Thank you." Y/n says with a giggle. "Can I ride you?" Steven asks barely over a whisper.

"Sure baby~" Y/n responds back before laying down on the bed with Steven quickly crawling on straddling his hips. Steven could feel Y/n's cock pressed up against him poking him.

Steven takes Y/n's cock in his hand lining it up to his hole before sinking his hips down. Once the tip was inside Steven held onto Y/n's chest to stabilize himself before moving down deeper. Steven takes a deep breath before pushing himself all the way down on Y/n's cock. A loud moan falls from Steven's lips as he tries to get used to Y/n's size. Steven's walls wrap around Y/n's cock perfectly.

Steven begins to roll his hips up and down squirming under Y/n's eyes all over him no doubt making him hard again. Steven begins to ride Y/n's cock faster bouncing up and down. Y/n bites onto his lips silencing the noises he's making. "Fuck Steven!~ You feel so good!" Y/n praises before adding "I won't ever leave you baby. I'm only yours."

Steven could feel Y/n's dick twitch inside him, so naturally he tries to go faster. Bouncing up and down no doubt making the bed and the floor under them shake. At this point Y/n begins to chase his own pleasure thrusting up inside Steven as he rides him hitting his prostate dead on. "I'm close! gah~ Steven!" Y/n warns feeling his cock twitch. Steven was on the verge of cumming again, but he wanted to do it at the same time as Y/n.

Steven held onto Y/n's shoulders bouncing up and down as he pull away from Y/n's cock just to go back down all the way to the base repeating the action over and over again.

"Cumming! Fuck i'm cumming!" Y/n moans out with a few more thrust he cums deep inside Steven painting his insides white. Seconds later Steven cums hard again for the second time landing on Y/n's chest and stomach. White streaks of cum kept going deeper and deeper inside Steven some even leaking out. Steven felt so full eyes even watering as he rode out his orgasm.

The room was filled with heavy breathing as they tried to catch their breath. "M-my hero." Steven breathes out tiredly before his body falling onto Y/n's body head resting on his shoulder with his arms around him falling asleep slowly. Y/n decides to keep his cock inside Steven moving his own arms around him holding him tight.

"Mhm Steven. Your hero is right here baby." Y/n whispers into his ear.

THE END

[starshower1215]

Hange Zoë Loose Song Analysis: "Primadonna"

(Levihan included at the end so you may skip if desired)

"Primadonna" by MARINA AND THE DIAMONDS reminds me so much of Hange. It's the lines in the chorus, like "All I ever wanted was the world/I can't help that I need it all," "You say that I'm kinda difficult/But it's always someone else's fault," and "You can count on me to misbehave."

The atmosphere the music creates also correlates to their personality to some extent. It's kind of electropop or dance pop, something you'd play at a big party with a large group of people; It's impersonal. Hange looks to me like someone who's easy to see but hard to know. They always jump from one thing to the other, they are always absorbed in something else, it's difficult to get their attention on you. Almost like a celebrity. They have a facade that makes them seem untouchable, but underneath, they're still human.

This idea also corresponds with the partnering of the lyrics and music. Again, it's dance pop, but Marina uses lyrics like, "I'm sad to the core.../Every day is a chore," "Fill the void up with celluloid," and "I get what I want 'cause I ask for it/Not because I'm really that deserving of it." It has the same clashing attributes that a dark joke has. So, again with the impersonal exterior covering a sensitive interior.

Similarly, in reference to the title, a prima donna is literally in Italian a first woman; basically, someone who acts like the star of the show. This in itself suggests the presence of insecurity, because someone who does this is often also green-eyed and vengeful, but envy and vengeance usually stem from their insecurity of not being enough. Now, Hange isn't particularly vengeful, but acting like the star of the show seems right. They have no idea what they're doing as commander; we see this when they ask Erwin why he chose them and when they're visibly upset when Eren asks, "Hange, what can you actually do?" Every time they stand up to act like a "proper" commander, they hide themself behind Erwin's cold, calculated exterior.

Actually, all of this can be summed up by another line from MARINA's "Oh, no!" which goes, "I feel like I'm the worst, so I always act like I'm the best." Which is not specific to Hange, but it was worth mentioning.

[Levihan Bonus]

It also reflects my idea of how Levihan would work out. Hange appears to be a big tornado of a human, and Levi is just caught up in the gravity of their storm, ensnared and bewitched with their destruction and unable to leave their side. So the other lines, such as "You say that I'm kinda difficult/But it's always someone else's fault/Got you wrapped around my finger, babe," and the demanding lines like, "Would you do anything for me/Pop that pretty question right now, baby" would highlight this thing I imagine they have, where Hange wants something and Levi pretends to hate them, but really, he'd topple empires to give it to them (given that it doesn't conflict with his morals). It also mirrors that line Hange said to Armin when he became commander: "Also, Levi is your subordinate now, so manhandle him as you will." I have no doubt that Hange teased Levi about their new ranking differences. For them, the sole saving grace of being promoted to commander was bossing Levi around.

So yeah, I really have a new appreciation for this song after an analysis on it.

[ghostofafruit]

Hey, here's about 500 words of Rose Tyler meeting Rose Noble. This follows on just after the Star Beast and is also posted on ao3

"I told you!" Sylvia shouted again, even though the Tardis was now entirely gone. Rose wanted to laugh, but she also wanted scream. She wished she asked to go to. There was really a lot of wanting and wishing going on and not a lot of questioning. Rose turned to her dad.

"Can I ask what's going on now?" he asked. She laughed at that and Sylvia went on shouting at the air. 

"Mum met an alien the first go round she had at getting married," Rose explained, albeit vaguely. 

"No, still confused," he admitted. 

"Can we go see great grandad, see if they get there?" she asked instead of elaborating. Sylvia stopped shouting at the air and nodded slightly. 

"That's a good idea, let's go," she said. Just as she did so though a bright light emitted from from just behind where the Tardis had been. They all turned in time to watch a woman stumble into the wall and groan. Rose's eyes went wide. See, she didn't have all the intelligent bits left, or the extra alien knowledge, but she had the memories and it was sort of like remembering a movie or tv show. There, leaning against the brick wall where the Tardis had been parked was the most impossible thing Rose could imagine. It was Rose.

Not her, Rose, not Rose Noble, but Rose Tyler. She was supposed to be in another universe, happy, living a life, with a family. Rose had never expected to meet Rose, not that she had concsiously known she had named herself for the brilliant woman, but in the short time she had know she hadn't expected to ever meet her. 

"You're Rose Tyler," she said. The woman looked up, her eyes were all sort of golden more so than the brown she recalled them being from her mother's brief stint meeting her that she could remember. 

"Yeah," she said, "how'd you know that?" Rose Noble smiled at her. 

"I named myself after you," she told her. Rose Tyler scrunched her eyebrows up a bit at that. 

"But how'd you know me," she asked. 

"My mum's Donna Noble, you just missed her and the Doctor," she told her. Rose Tyler groaned and slapped at the brick wall as if it'd help her.

"They're meant to be heading for Wilf," Shaun said. Rose grinned at that.

"Nice man Wilf, how is he?" she asked.

"Old, a little tired," Sylvia said. 

"How old is he now anyway?" she asked, Rose Noble noticed the gold fading from her eyes, not so in a dramatic way but more just sinking back below the surface. 

"Ninety four," Rose answered. 

"Oh wow, would say he's knocking on a bit but I think I've got him beat by a couple hundred years on that," Rose joked back. Rose Noble stared at her for a second as she processed it all, but then a memory, one of the Doctors, slipped up. 

"Bad Wolf," she said. Rose Tyler grinned at her.

"I have no idea how you know all this, but it's just fantastic," she said. They grinned at each other and Rose Tyler pushed herself of the wall to come over. 

"Can I join you to see Wilf? Rather liked him when I met him," she asked. Rose grinned at her, Shaun sort of shrugged, and Sylvia sighed but nodded. "Oh and Rose?" 

Rose Noble looked back to her.

"Brilliant name," she said. 

[azurelyy]

Azzzzzzz, you know you love me, right? 🥺And you know how I love you so very very much... 💗 can I be really cheeky and ask for a second request for your event?

Fluff Prompt 14 - "As you wish."

Itachi x female reader (which I shall pretend is me 🤣🤣😅)

p.s. I love the Princess Bride so much and I think it fits my beloved Itachi so well 😭

DONNA. THE TIME HAS FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY COME. Actually, please consider this an early Christmas present... because I imagine you completely forgot you even requested this.

I am so sorry for being awful and so late... please find it in your big, beautiful heart to forgive me??

☁️Prompt 14: "As you wish."

Warnings: Angsty boi, sad boi who finds love but thinks he doesn't deserve it, Itachi is too hard on himself, fluffy fluff fluff

Words: 1.2k

Silence. To some, it brings comfort; to others, it triggers an itch that they just can’t bear, nagging at them incessantly until they burst from anxiety. For Itachi, silence fell into the former category. It soothed him, and oftentimes kept him company when there was no one else around.

Now, the silence was crushing. Vulnerability wasn’t something Itachi was used to. For years, he did his best not to form attachments. He couldn’t. He had to put the mission first, and he knew forming bonds would only make what he had to do that much harder. It was why, in the loneliest times of night, when he allowed his mind to wander through the labyrinth, he often found you at the very center of it. He loved getting lost there, so much so that daylight had actually become his nemesis. With the light came reality, and Itachi was sick of dealing with reality. He wanted you. He needed you.

It started small. The interaction was actually so miniscule that Itachi barely registered what it had done to him. It was only later, when it was too late to escape, that he realized that small interaction had turned into his spiral down the rabbit hole that was falling in love.

What was that simple yet life-altering interaction, exactly? A smile.

Not just any smile, though, of course. Your smile, directed at him.

“Thank you!” You chirped, closing his hand around the yen. “But it’s on me today. Just don’t be a stranger, okay?” Your smile nearly knocked him out. It had been so long since anyone had shown him such kindness, and Itachi had to take in a long and deep breath as he looked down to your hand that was still resting on his.

Your smile reminded him of home, and the life he gave away. He dropped the yen on the counter, insisting on paying you for the meal. Before you could protest, he shook his head.

“As you wish.” He turned quickly away without giving you a second glance. He had a feeling that if he looked at you again, if he allowed himself the opportunity for the warmth in his chest to expand, he would, without question, fail at his mission.

He returned to your village frequently after that. He did his best to avoid you seeing him there, to the point where he sometimes felt guilty about it. Surely saying hello wouldn’t be crossing a boundary? Or stopping in for some more sushi? You were a waitress, after all. He was sure that you had men from all over the world coming back just to get a chance to talk to you again. The thought of that often upset him, but he tried not to dwell on it too much. He didn’t own you, and he didn’t want to. You probably hardly ever thought of him at all, and he hoped to keep it that way.

It would hurt less that way.

And yet, this was starting to hurt him, too. Hiding from you in plain sight, watching the way you interacted with your other customers and friends throughout the day. It was like peering through a window to the life he could have had, and by doing this, he was only feeding into the pain.

Itachi was self-aware enough to realize what he was doing. He knew he was allowing himself to live in sadness as a twisted atonement for what he had done not just to his clan, or his brother, but to himself. Every day he came back here, he was doing nothing more than injecting more poison to his veins.

The small bell dinged as he stepped through the door, and his body seemed to have a mind of its own as he walked straight to the bar and took a seat. You were moving with blissful unawareness, turning everything you touched to gold as you laughed with your co-workers and served your joyful customers. There was a sense of warmth and comfort that exuded from you that Itachi was drawn to, and he couldn’t help but hope that maybe you could be drawn to him in that same way.

You turned to face him, and Itachi saw the glimmer of recognition in your sparkling eyes. Through the sounds of waves crashing against rocky shores, you smiled at him, and he fell. Fast.

“Hello again!” You shouted, trying to be heard over the loud patrons of the small restaurant. “I’m glad you came back.”

Itachi smiled and nodded, once. He handed the menu to you and allowed his fingers to linger against yours for a moment.

“I’ll just take what you recommend. I trust you.”

You beamed at him and excitedly waved your hand towards the menu board, but Itachi wasn’t exactly computing your words. He could only focus on the way your eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and how your smile brightened up the room. He was sinking further and further into the waves, but by the time he had realized he was wading from the shore, he was already too deep.

Nothing could save him now.

After that night, Itachi never stopped coming back. He visited you frequently, and even eventually found the nerve to touch your hand. He was lost in the maze of you, and he didn’t want to remember how to get out. He isn’t sure how it happened, but eventually, the two of you got closer and closer until one day, he realized he didn’t need anyone else. So, he asked you out. And you’ve been dating him ever since.

“Itachi?” You sounded faint, as though you were millions of miles away. He blinked then focused onto you again, doing his best to come back down to reality. You were laying on his chest, looking up at him with your dazzling eyes that stole his breath every time. He ran his finger down your cheek and tipped your chin up, smiling down at you affectionately.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “Got lost in thought.”

A heartbeat. Two. Three. Itachi drifted along with you in the ethereal stillness, doing his best to remember how to breathe normally. Sometimes, he faded. He did his best not to, but when the majority of your life was lived in a web of lies, it was hard to find your footing in the harshness of the truth. And that was where he was - here, with you, in this moment now - he was facing The Truth.

And The Truth was he loved you. With every inch of his soul, and deep within his bones. He loved you through the steady breeze of the wind, and in the crashing waves of the ocean. He loved you with intensity and he loved you in silence. He loved you to the moon and back, and he even loved you in secret. You were his world, his everything - but did you feel the same? How could he feel this way for you without knowing you felt the same? It terrified him.

Itachi had faced every danger life could possibly throw at someone, yet at the end of the day, this scared him the most. The uncertainty. The void of ignorance that shielded him from rejection.

“I love you.” He was surprised at how boldly the words shot from his throat. They didn’t sting, or burn. They sang out for you like an orchestra, all wild and whimsical and free, and Itachi couldn’t help but repeat them. Again and again, as he captured your mouth onto his and wrapped you into his strong arms. He loved you. He needed you to know it; needed you to feel it in more than just your heart.

“I love you, too, Itachi,” you said breathlessly. “I love you so much.”

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[sinhal]

Could you talk more about your Hal reverse kidnapping Dick fic idea? What would he be like as a father figure/mentor? I'm intrigued!

Hi sorry for not answering this for a month

okay so the thing is Hal, as a character isn't well suited much for being a primary parent figure, he's a great uncle figure! But he's the uncle, he's not the parent but also he knows he can't leave Dick with asbar Batman, that's not an option. Like the kid was kidnapped and tried to kill someone, Batman's a murderer in this verse (or at least he drove his armored car over people while laughing so like yeah). I feel like the first few days or so are good. Hal can feed someone else for three days, he has that much in his bank account. Then, the Guardians call him into a mission because he's their favorite and thus they mess with his life the most 😔

so what does Hal do? Drop Dick off at Oa with Kilowog who has (had? at this point, not sure of the timeline of the explosion vs being a green lantern) children he has loved thus he can take care of a human for a few days, right?? (Hal is right, and Kilowog is not mad at him only because Dick is a cute kid and he does love children). Then of course, other lanterns hear about the kid that the earth lantern brought to Oa and they simply must meet the kid. I feel like Dick and Tomar-Re would probably get along? oooh what about Katma, purely for my Katma should be in all the things agenda. Hmmm, I'll have to think about that one.

Anyway somehow when Hal gets back to Oa to pick up Dick, Dick is now the Lanterns kid now. Sorry, not sorry, you left him behind you have to face the consequences (at least 100 of your closest friends/coworkers/family deciding he's our kid now and they have many opinions). The Guardians allow it because the Old Timer in particular likes Dick. The Guardian who was once and will be named Ganthet kinda likes him too but also Ganthet is weird. He is not a wise, old man he is a weird old man. Dick has many parent type figures and two Grandpa figures now (because once again Hal has been canonically referred to as like the Guardians' favorite son, relationship of all time) and Hal is very ???. He was not expecting this when leaving Dick with Kilowog for a few days.

Dick still goes back to Coast with Hal -and that was sure a conversation with Carol and Tom, Hal will tell you- and both of them try to grow. Hal, with a kid he's in charge of, is a bit more grounded than he is in canon-he can't go wandering when Carol gets engaged to someone else for example- while Dick doesn't become a vigilante, or at least stay one. Keeping him away from Bruce is hard, but when needed Hal and Dick will just go to space for a while so its not overwhelming hard to stay away. Plus Hal uses the old power ring duplicate trick to make sure that Robin and Dick are seen in the same place.

As for your actual question, I think Hal is more like a friend than a father figure? Like he's in charge, yes, but Dick doesn't need another father figure or mentor at this point. It changes over time -I imagine that Hal gives Dick the coat for his 18 birthday- but that's a long time coming, with some bumps in the road. They have to learn to work together and grow, and make changes.

Also this is far down the road, but thinking about Emerald Twilight. Dick wasn't there. He survives. He's in New York maybe, having moved there with Donna and Roy when he turned 18, but still, does Hal know that? I'm not sure if having a kid would change what happened, but Coast City is gone. That's permanent in all the timelines. I'm not sure if this entirely answered your question, please ask more if you want to, but there's some of my thoughts on this.

[thatseventiesbitch]

Hi I really love your writing for That 70’s show and also That 90’s show! If it would be possible could you do one where Hyde visits Eric and Donna in the 90s? I don’t buy that he would never talk to any of them ever again, at least not the Formans and Donna. They were his family 🥹

Thank you so much anon! 💗 I share those thoughts about Hyde. I like to imagine that he finally made it to New York and is finding success and (hopefully) happiness there. It was harder to stay connected to the people we love before cell phones and social media, but I think Hyde would always stay in touch with The Formans in his own ways. You'll see my take on it below - this was actually my first time writing Hyde in the '90s!

If you have a writing request, you can send it to me here.

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"Hey." Donna knocked twice on the open door and then poked her head in their home office. Eric was hunched over his desk, grading some papers in the final, fading hours of a quiet Tuesday night. "Hyde just called. He's about fifteen minutes away."

"What?" Eric sat up straight in his chair, startled. He leafed a hand through his hair with a hasty sigh. "Why does he always do this?"

Donna didn't answer him, she just shrugged.

Hyde lived in New York now, and his visits back to the Midwest were sporadic and often unannounced, just like this. But once or twice per year he'd blow through Chicago, usually calling them from a gas station a few minutes before he'd arrive. He didn't come for holidays and he didn't like you to make a fuss over him. He never stayed the night, or even long enough for a meal. He'd spent so little time at their house that Eric marveled that he even remembered their address - but he did. Because he never missed a birthday, there was always a card or a call. Even for Leia. His goddaughter. They'd only met a handful of times, but Hyde seemed to remember every detail Eric had ever told him about her - about her grades in school, her pet bunny's name, that she'd started Brownies this year, when she'd broken her arm.

In return, Eric and Donna knew shockingly little about Hyde's life.

He still worked with W.B., running Grooves. The business was successful - extremely successful. Multimillion dollar level successful. But Hyde never liked to talk about it.

"Pshh," he'd swat the questions away. "Work. Boring."

He didn't like to answer questions about his personal life, either. Who he was dating, what kinds of fun things he got up to in New York, about the different places he traveled for work.

"You don't want to hear about that stuff," he'd insist, swatting at their questions like flies. Pushing them away. Keeping them out.

"We do," they'd try to tell him. "We care about you. Tell us about your life."

But he'd give them that same easy-going smile he always had. "Nothing to tell, man."

He pulled into the driveway tonight in a small, taupe coupe. Eric stood at the front porch watching for him, and he grinned immediately as his old friend stepped from the vehicle and ambled up the front walk, clutching his belt buckle. His hair was cut shorter (to hide some pattern balding) and his face showed some signs of age too, but his gait and his energy was the same he'd had as a teenager.

Eric jerked his chin at the car. "That must be a rental, huh?" The car wasn't at all Hyde's style.

"I asked for a Pick-up and they hand me the keys to this fuckin' thing," Hyde shook his head, bemused, as he reached Eric. The two men didn't hesitate - they embraced in a hug for a long moment before pulling back, clapping each other on their shoulders.

"Wow Hyde. New look for you?"

Donna had joined them on the porch, and she pointed to the coupe teasingly. Hyde shook his head, and they hugged, too.

"Temporary digs, man. I'm on a layover. Gotta get back to O'Hare in like," he glanced at his wristwatch. "Forty minutes."

"Uh, then you should leave now," Eric joked.

Donna grabbed Hyde's arm, though. "No! Hyde, my god. When's the last time we saw you?"

"It's been awhile," he agreed, smoothing a hand over the hair on his chin.

They moved inside the house, and Hyde glanced around. It was small, modest compared to the luxury apartment he must've lived in, but if he was unimpressed with the space he gave no indication. Instead he smiled faintly at the photos on the front wall - of Red and Kitty with Leia, Eric and Donna on vacation last year, and one of the whole extended family at the Forman's house for Christmas. He paused in front of one of the gang - it was an old photo, from high school. That night they'd all gone to that stupid disco. Hyde stared at it for a long moment and looked like he might say something, but instead he cleared his throat.

Eric and Donna were both looking at him intently. He glanced around them.

"Where's the kid?"

"She's asleep." Donna nodded towards the stairs, indicating one of the upstairs bedrooms. "It's almost ten o 'clock on a school night."

"Right." He dropped his gaze to the floor. "How about the john?"

"Down the hall," Eric pointed it out. Hyde nodded gratefully, and slipped off to use the bathroom. When he returned to the kitchen a few moments later, only Eric was there.

"You want a beer?" Eric offered him, unsurely. Hyde shook his head, no. "Pop? Water?" No again. "Okay." He nodded to the kitchen table. "You want to sit?"

"I only have a few minutes," Hyde said, but he pulled out one of the chairs and so Eric did the same.

"I know," he assured him. "I'm - I'm glad you came."

Hyde gave a half-shrug in acknowledgement. "So. How are things?"

Eric shrugged too. "They're... good. Fine. The same." He lifted his eyebrows. "You know - my mom pretty much covers it all in her Christmas Card letter, so..."

"Yeah," Hyde smiled, studying his hands. "I love reading that every year."

"Very thorough."

"Yeah."

Eric cleared his throat. "Have you talked to her and Red lately?"

Hyde moved his head from side-to-side. "From time to time."

Eric gave him a meaningful look. "You know man, she'd love it if you did that a little more often."

Hyde scoffed. "Give me a break, Forman." He lifted his eyebrows at his old friend. "How often do you talk to your parents? Huh?"

Eric paused, considering the question. "From... time to time," he admitted sheepishly.

"That's what I thought."

"Okay," Eric grinned down at the table. "So we could both call Mom more. Got it..." He glanced up at Hyde, who was also smiling. "But, hey. You could come visit more. For real, not for," he gestured around them, "Whatever this is."

"This is a layover," Hyde supplied snarkily.

"To where?"

"Flying to London. Business."

Eric gaped at him. "Okay, that is so cool."

Hyde shook his head. "Whatever - "

"No. You know where I'm going tomorrow?"

"It's whatever, Forman - "

"To a high school, where I'll teach math at a bunch of ninth graders who don't want to learn it all day. And then I'll sit in traffic for forty-five minutes in my piece-of-crap car to get home to this middle class monstrosity," he gestured around them at the gaudy floral wallpaper and their outdated kitchen appliances. He blinked at Hyde again, awed. "Waking up in London - every day being different - God. Your life sounds so cool."

Hyde slid his chair back abruptly, and he stood up.

"Really not that cool, man."

Eric swallowed. "Sorry. I just - I meant - "

"It's fine, man," Hyde assured him, his cool, suave persona back just as quickly as it had disappeared. "I know what you meant." His easy-going smile was back now. "And I just mean that I hope you know what a great thing you have going here." He tipped his chin down sincerely. "You have it made, Forman. You know that, right?"

"I know that," Eric assured him. He was studying his oldest friend thoughtfully. "Hey man, do you ever think about, you know. Settling down?"

Hyde wore a bemused expression. "Ain't built for that, Forman," he finally answered him, gruffly, but his voice held some affection too.

"Says who?" Eric asked, softly.

"Lots of people." He cleared his throat, and picked up his jacket, turning his body slightly away. He was shutting this subject down, just like he always did when Eric started to get too close. Not physically. Emotionally.

"Come on," Eric insisted, following him towards the front door. "When you get home from your trip - from London. Who's waiting for you at home. Huh?"

"No one. And get this, man: that's the way I like it."

Eric frowned. "It must get pretty lonely," he said softly.

"Loneliness," Hyde held up one hand. "Or freedom?" He held up the other, and moved them up and down like they were scales he was balancing. "It's a fine line." They stood out on the front porch again, the soft sounds of the sleepy city street surrounding them.

"Okay," Eric said finally, but his expression must've said something else because Hyde sighed.

"Don't worry about me, Forman."

"I won't."

"I mean it. I'm fine."

"I'm not worried."

But Hyde still looked at him skeptically. "I can see it in your puppy dog eyes. Don't get all after-school-special on me, Forman. I'm not one of your lost kids," he warned.

Eric put his hands up defensively. "I'm just wondering when we're gonna see you again. That's all."

Hyde scratched his beard. "Not sure," he admitted.

"You gonna be in London awhile?"

He gave a noncommittal shrug.

"But you'll be back, right?" Eric's voice tightened with anxiety, and Hyde chuckled at his transparency.

"I'll be back," he promised, doing a poor imitation of Schwarzenegger's Terminator. Eric visibly relaxed, and the two men shared a brief glance before they embraced again. "I'll always be back," Hyde added, softer.

[shinestarhwaa]

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"Oh, oh, yes, like that, fuck me like that!" Evelyn panted out, face pressed down in the sheets as Wooyoung fucked her into the matrass from behind. "Yeah? You like that?" He smirked as he smacked his big veiny hand on her juicy ass.

"Mm, yes, just like that! I love it so much!" She whined loudly. He pounded his cock into her so fast he swore he'd combust. It only took a few more thrusts for him to-

"Wake up"

What?

"Wake up," Yeosang whined as he shook Wooyoung's shoulder. Wooyoung sat up straight again, eyes wide open. He felt his cock pulsating in his joggers. The older one shook him again, more annoyed now.

"Are you gonna get out of the car or what? We're here. We're gonna eat chicken." Wooyoung nodded and got up, stepping out of the car, barely realizing where he was. As he walked into the restaurant with the other guys he felt his hot cum sticking in his underwear.

The men sat down at a table and were quick to order as it was quite some time after dinner hours. Wooyoung sighed, rubbing his eyes as he tried to take in what just happened. He had a wet dream where he actually came for the first time in years, and not just a wet dream, it was a wet dream about Evelyn, his dongsaeng. Oh this was bad. So bad.

Wooyoung strongly hoped nobody had seen him doing or saying anything weird in his sleep, but he figured they hadn't as the guys didn't say anything about it. They discussed about a stupid game Wooyoung did not care too much about. When the chicken came he was quick to stuff his mouth full with it, just to have something else to think about.

"So, Woo, are we gonna talk at all about what you were dreaming about?" San grinned, a slight smirk forming on his lips. Oh God no. "What?" Wooyoung asked, eyes big and wide open. "What did I do?" He asked nervously. "You were constantly shifting and making some kind of grunty...moany sound," Yeosang explained. Wooyoung thought deeply for a second, just to find something to cover his wet dream.

"I think I was getting chased or something," he blurted out. Most of the guys took his answer for the truth, but San's stare lingered on him. Wooyoung raised his eyebrow, mentally questioning him what he's on about. He knew him far too well to believe he wasn't having sexy dreams, but the others luckily had no idea. Wooyoung tried to avoid San's gaze as he felt himself blush whenever he met his eyes.

He was in trouble now.

♡

As Jongho laid in his bed he stared at the ceiling, thinking about Gayoung's beautiful voice. He put in his earbuds and searched up video's of her. The man felt a little silly like this, as if he was a fanboy, which he kinda was but that ain't the point.

It's been two weeks since Jongho sang his duet with Gayoung and he had been feeling lighter and happier ever since. They didn't necissarily have any lovesongs in their new album but he couldn't help but think about Gayoung anyways as he practiced, imagining that she watched him and cheered him on.

They had spoken for a while after it, talking about how they had started singing and why they felt so passionate about it. It somehow deepened their somewhat 'friendship' situation, although he was still left confused about if they were friends or collegues.

Hours ticked away on the clock as Jongho managed to watch every single fancam, every compilation and every Live clips of her in existance. He giggled like a teenage girl looking at her crush. Maybe he was looking at his crush.

Listening to her vocals in Donna's first album was going to be his new favourite hobby, for sure. He replayed it until he fell in a deep sleep, only to wake up around 8AM with the album still on. Did he actually stream this all night?

"Good for the charts, I guess," he sighed as he rubbed his eyes. He got up and put his earbuds back in their case. He made his way to the bathroom and took off his clothes, stepping into the shower. Jongho took a deep breath, trying to calm his heart down before facing Hongjoong and Wooyoung. He simply could not face them as he was all giddy.

After washing up Jongho took care of his skin, mumbling the words to Gayoung's parts in No Good Reason as he did so. Wooyoung stepped into the bathroom, fuck.

Okay, act normal, act normal, Jongho thought as he fixed his hair, but it was hard to hide his excitement. Wooyoung patted Jongho's back. "Good morning," he said as he brushed his hair back. "Morning, Wooyoung," Jongho smiled. Wooyoung was a little surprised to see Jongho so perky early in the morning, but let it slide. He had more important stuff to deal with.

He had trouble sleeping now because he got horny so easily. Maybe he truly was sex deprived because everything turned him on and also everything made him think about Evelyn, as if he was under some kind of spell, but he was so ready to stay under her spell.

♡

Seonghwa sat by his desk after he shut off his YouTube livestream. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair after putting his phone to the side. He had promised Atiny's to do a live today, even though he didn't truly feel like coming online.

It had been a rough time with a lot of pressure on the comeback-preparations, and Seonghwa felt somewhat drained. He absorbed himself in Animal Crossing and Zelda games, so much it started to annoy his members. He felt uncomfortable, yet he did not wanna confess as he was afraid to be a bother during this busy time.

He was used to being the members' rock, the shoulder they cry on and each of them actually would. He was grateful, but felt lonely, maybe not being seen as much right now. Seonghwa found himself craving attention and before he could contemplate too much he got up and entered San's room.

San was laying in bed, watching funny animal video's as he snuggled up in his sheets. "Hey hyung, what's up?" San asked as he sat up. Seonghwa shrugged a little before shuffling closer to San. "What are you upto?" He asked.

"Just watching some videos." San patted next to him on the bed, inviting Seonghwa in. "What's going on?"

Seonghwa sighed and rested his head on San's shoulder. "Just struggling with the pressure, I'm not statisfied with my part yet but the music video shooting is coming up and... I just lost confidence. I don't feel seen, which I know, it's ridiculous," Seonghwa mumbled.

"Hwa, hyungie, they are your feelings, your emotions. They aren't ridiculous or silly or weird. If that's how you feel that is just how you feel, hm? Do we not check in as much? Cause I can pay attention to that. And your part is truly amazing, we are all so proud of you," San smiled, immediately lifting Seonghwa's energy.

"Really?" "Yes really, you are truly the coolest~ you've been looking great too, there is nothing to worry about."

Seonghwa nuzzled his face into San's neck as he sighed, wrapping his arm around him. "It's okay to feel like this... But it isn't necissary okay?" "Okay," Seonghwa nodded. "You'll do great, I promise, everyone will love you and hype you up, like I do." "You are the best Sannie."

The door opened again, revealing a wet-haired Mingi. "Hey, what's going on? Are we having a mountain-cuddle party?" "Somewhat, yeah," San chuckled, making Seonghwa smile too. Mingi took a sprint towards San's bed, jumped and landed on top of the two boys who yelled at him in pain.

"Yah, Mingi!" Seonghwa laughed as he scolded him. "Mountain cuddle party!" Mingi cheered, shaking his head like a dog so the water droplets from his hair ended up in San's face and sheets. "Aish you-"

"Love you too Mountain."

♡

It was another day of work, but today KQ decided to give their artists some kind of update on new boring policies that the guys and girls couldn't care less about if they were honest. They were seated in a room as they listened to the chairmen, but a few of them rather paid attention to something - or someone - else.

Wooyoung's eyes met Evelyn's from across the room. He couldn't help but bite his lip as they held eyecontact, until he noticed her eyes were scanning his body. A light smirk played on his lips as he looked away, feeling his ego being boosted like crazy. She was actually checking him out.

He tried to steal glances at her when she wasn't looking, admiring how her flowery sundress hugged her figure. It was cute, but the chunky boots and the sexy eyeliner made his blood coil in his veins, in all the spicy ways.

If he got like 10.000 won for every time he had thought of her whenever they made a joke about their upcoming title track, he'd be a billionaire by now.

When the chairmain dismissed them Wooyoung found himself walking behind her. She suddenly dropped her phone out of her hands, excused herself for being clumsy and casually bended forward to pick it up, giving him a perfect view of her behind. Now she knew she was trying to give him a peek on purpose. She wanted it just as badly as he did, he just needed to get her alone.

The entire day he was busy with preparations and photoshoots and that thankfully distracted him for the most part, but the real insanity began as he entered his bedroom. He leaned against the wall, throwing back his head as he sighed.

His cock hardened in his pants when he recalled the moment he had the perfect view on her ass. Wooyoung palmed himself through his jeans, biting his lip. He got out of his clothes within a few seconds, shimmied down his underwear and got into his bed.

His phone screen lit up the room as he searched for Evelyn's pictures. His heart nearly stopped when he found a picture of her on stage, her clothing short, tight and dark, God was it tight, and Wooyoung prayed for forgiveness when he slid his hand to his crotch.

His hand wrapped around his hardened cock, and he hissed at the feeling. Wooyoung spat on his hand and used it as a lubricant to work up his cock. He fucked into his fist at a slow pace, scanning her beautiful features as he looked at her pictures.

Oh he was going to hell for this, masturbating to her pictures. Was this even okay to do? Pleasure overtook him as he jerked himself off faster, so focussed on the girls' lips and sensual eyes. Wooyoung clenched his eyes shut as he felt himself getting closer. He pictures her hands on him, her mouth on him. Maybe she'd take his cock into her mouth and-

Wooyoung spilled his seeds all over his hand, coming with a low groan. He grabbed a tissue and cleaned his hand but his length stayed so hard, so hard.

The boy started to put his dancer hips to use, sensually rolling his hips into his fist. He bit his lip to stop himself from moaning as he pictured her wet cunt swallowing him whole. "Oh Evelyn, that is so fu-fucking good," he grunted.

He knew she'd take him so well in her little pussy. She was asking for it, she wanted it just as much as him. The neediness became too much for him as he rutted into his fist until he came once more, groaning and moaning her name as silent as he could.

She truly took him to the seventh heaven, even if she hadn't touched him. Yet. But he's change that soon enough.

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[ramblingdisaster73]

Random thoughts/questions about 4x04 that I have

Was there a girl bound in a closet or something in the promo (the 1st one – not the cookies w/ creepy grandma)? I swear I saw a screen grab of it, with someone thinking it was Iris again

*If so (& I wasn’t imagining it) then I think it might be the lady that Iris went to look for Donna Burton, or something like that.

 Did the creepy people move Carlos’ car? (This one might actually get answered) – We can’t see it in the still of TK & Gabriel – but Gabriel’s truck could be blocking it from our view for suspense.

 Will Grace & TK be the ones to connect Carlos’ disappearance to Iris’ kidnaping?

I really think that they find him the day after he was taken – I don’t think that they will have had him in their creepy clutches for longer than that. -Not having faith that the police are who actually find him – I am strongly leaning towards TK & Gabriel being the ones to do it.

I just can’t get over how talented this cast is.        

I still can feel the way Iris described the man that took her – that he looked at her “like a painting.” and had told her that she “wasn’t ready yet”, when the detective asked her if the man had done anything to hurt her. – Like they went so fucking creepy with just with a few lines from Iris – but now we will see them with Carlos – who maybe they are making ready?     

 I can’t wait to watch all 4 episodes together, to see this arc in it’s entirety without  a week between each episode. I can’t wait to know what they have planned for us – not just keep guessing, while driving ourselves crazy – as fun and maddening as it is.

 Any live blogging from me will have the 911 lone star spoilers tag if anyone wants to avoid spoilers.

[whatthefishh]

Ok and since I tortured you with the 2 questions (still sorry about that) let me present you with a happy little fluffy thought/imagine I was having about Steven.

You text Steven and ask him how his day is going.

He tells you that Donna is giving him a hard time again and making him stay late to do inventory.

You know what time his break is so you grab him his favorite food for lunch and his favorite hot drink. You also kindly accompany your gift with a little sticky note that says - I love you to the moon and back - because you guys are super corny like that.

You show up at the gift shop and then he notices you. That look on his face when he sees you…that’s what I want you to imagine.

I would 100% write a cheesy ass note for my beloved. Gah idk I just love this and him, my poor darling is being made to work late.

I’ll treat him right when he gets home 🫢