#ana has something to say... again

[mirameana]

make no mistake, I am well aware I am projecting onto both Ekko and Jinx like hell, I know...

and yet.

can't stop thinking about them.

like, imagine how he would cope with her loss. it's not that hard, there are some truly amazing fanfiction works that are exploring that topic, I am just offering you my spin, my musings that I keep leaving here instead of sitting down and writing my own fanfic.

how would he cope?

first, of course, comes the shock. just... an exhale, his chest caving in, hands trembling, tears ready to spill onto his cheeks —

and then - slam! — an imaginary metal wall drops down on him, cutting all feelings off, as if they are buzzing behind it, but Ekko can't access them anymore.

he needs to work. do something, solve something, save her someone, at least...

so he works.

there goes denial. there was no body, she may be alive, there was no body, so maybe she didn't suffer long when she died. he is fine, he is fine, he is fine, there is so much to do in Zaun, clearing out the streets, cleaning, burying, mourning, treating the injured, supporting others, overseeing the works, playing with kids, designing, inventing, building — he is freaking fine, there was no body found, so he's fine, he has no time to stop, he'll rest later, later because there's not anyone he can truly share the load with...

of course, they fucking took her from him.

of course, she fucking left. left Vi, left Sevika, damn her, left him.

she fucking left him.

alone.

to fend for himself — and everyone and everything else.

she stayed, she fought alongside him, she tinkered, ate, slept next to him — and still fucking left him!

alone!

again!

— so there comes anger

and makes everything even worse.

[tbc.]

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[a-pute11as]

stubborn

r has a hidden relationship with one of the team physios, but texts from an unknown number reveal she's being used and alexia isn't happy about it.

warnings - 18+ MDNI suggestive smut themes, stalker texts, angst

words - 2996

part 2

my phone pinged. 

unknown number : she’s taking advantage of you, she’s done this with other people and she knows you’ll say good things about her to other staff so she’ll keep her job 

i furrowed my eyebrows, surely this wasn’t a text for me? the number wasn’t saved in my phone and i had no texts from them before.

me : i think you may have the wrong number 

i shut my phone off without thinking about it much after that, i knew it wasn’t for me but i very much felt sorry for the person it was intended for. 

i pushed myself up off the sofa to get myself ready for the evening training session, as nice as it was to train when it wasn’t as scorching hot, though i still preferred morning sessions. i stepped into my bathroom, standing in front of the mirror to slick my hair back into a ponytail, doing the same hairstyle i did most days. all of a sudden a pair of arms wrapped around my waist as i began brushing my hair, causing me to smile at the contact.

“we could do this every morning” she whispered before placing a peck on my neck, instantly having a calming effect on me, though it didn’t last long, “if you changed clubs”.

my face dropped and my body tensed up, she knew how much i hated this conversation and yet she never saw how ridiculous it was to ask me to leave a club like barcelona just for a casual fling to become something more. 

“mhm” i couldn’t say anything more, no matter how many times i tried, she would never actually listen to the words that were leaving my mouth. i was constantly fighting a losing battle.

“don’t be like that” she said, dropping her arms from me and stepping back. “this is my job just as much as it is yours, why should i risk my career so you can play football for another year at the ‘best club in the world’ before you go back to a half decent club”, her argument was stupid, but the audacity to use air quotes when referring to barcelona as the best club in the world stung. since we met i would always talk about how playing for barca was my dream, and how excited i was to be living that everyday, she knew exactly what this club meant to me. 

she leant against the bathroom door, staring me down, waiting for me to fight back and challenge the hurtful words she spewed at me, but she made it clear that she didn’t respect me and i was getting tired trying to gain a half-arsed apology from a person like her. 

“ana” i took a deep breath “if that’s how you feel then that’s okay, but i won’t be looking for a transfer just to please you” i sighed, continuing to put my hair back, “you know what this means to me”.

she rolled her eyes, “im not doing this, it’s always about what it means to YOU and never to us” she dramatically flung her arms in the air but i knew to stay quiet to avoid the same fight repeating itself. “you’re going to put me in a bad mood for work again, and don’t you dare think about going to isabel for a massage during recovery” with that she picked up her bag and left for work. 

peace and quiet, finally. 

i finished getting ready before grabbing my bag and heading down to my car, normally i’d go to training with keira, but she’d been out all morning so i assumed i’d be meeting her there. as i sat in my car i checked my phone, assuming it would just be a couple of texts i wouldn’t need to pay any mind to. 

unknown number : this is y/n, isn’t it? 

me : yes? why? 

unknown number : i know you’re with ana, she’s taking advantage of you. you aren’t the only person she’s with and she’s done this with multiple girls before you

my eyes widened.

me : who is this? how do you know this?

unknown number : i’ve been watching you, ive seen you leaving training together. i hate the way she looks at you and the way she touches you during recovery, it makes me sick.

i know she doesn’t give you what you deserve. i wouldn’t keep you hidden like this. 

i could give you so much more, i’d never hurt your pretty heart like this. 

i sat in my car, not wanting to move, i couldn’t care less about it being Ana or that i was receiving slightly stalker-like but somewhat hot texts from a random person, but i did care that i’d been used for someone else’s advantage. i knew i couldn’t let it go on any longer, not just so it would benefit her career and ruin mine. i swiped onto ana and i’s messages.

me : i’ll talk to you after work but we aren’t doing this anymore  

ana : don’t be like that, it was just a silly argument this morning, i’ll talk to you at work

me : can you read? i said after work. we aren’t doing this anymore, find someone else. 

i closed my phone and blasted music as i drove, assuming it would help re-centre my focus before i got to training, i couldn’t have something like this affect my performance. as i pulled into the car park i took a minute to collect my thoughts, somehow i had to remain professional but how could i when all that was swirling around my mind was finding out i was being fucked over and stalked in the same day. 

i finally got out of my car, grabbing my stuff as i headed towards the door. 

“alanna! stop ignoring my texts” i heard a small shout from behind me, i knew it was ana but i wasn’t about to give her the time of day. 

“what’s that about?” cata asked, standing at the door, clearly waiting for me to catch up to her. 

“we were sleeping together, not anymore though” i said blatantly, i had mentioned i was seeing someone but i never gave any more details than that, the only person who knew the true picture was keira but that was only because we lived together. 

“woah, i didn’t expect that” cata said, standing still for a moment, assumingly trying to process the information, as i continued to walk to the locker rooms. she quickly caught up to me and wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “im here if you want to talk about it, but not if you wanna test out your advanced spanish, thats way too painful” she added, with a small laugh, causing me to laugh too. 

we walked into the changing room, which was already filled with our fellow teammates, i quickly greeted them before heading to my cubby to put my stuff down, giving myself a minute to sit down and check my phone.

unknown number : you look so good today. dios mios the things i’d do to you… 

i quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was on their phone, no one was, all the girls were engaged in conversations with each other or had already left to go to the training pitch. i put my head in my hands for a minute, my attempts to refocus had failed. i wanted to wait until i was the last one in there, either so i could scream or cry, with no one else around. 

“habla con ella ale, tu eres la capitana” cata mumbled, trying to be quiet enough that i wouldn’t hear, but she was never very good at being quiet. 

“no quiero hacerla sentir peor” alexia mumbled back “nosotras no estamos tan cerca después del incidente” she added. 

the ‘incident’ was a very drunk champions league after party, which ended with alexia and i finding our way to the club bathroom to make out. we somehow made it back to her flat together, and whilst we didn’t sleep together, we certainly got close to, so close that we woke up naked. i didn’t regret anything about that night, not the drunken flirting, the incredibly close dancing or the bathroom make out session, i didn’t even regret making it back to her flat and taking off each other's clothes before we passed out. i regretted how i dealt with the situation, but i knew alexia held that same guilt too. 

they continued mumbling between themselves as i reached for my phone to text this unknown person. 

me : can you send me some kind of proof? for some reason i believe you, i just want to see it with my own eyes

moments after i hit sent, a phone within the locker room pinged. alexia’s phone. i didn’t think anything of it, she was one of the biggest names in women’s football, her phone was constantly going off.

as i put my phone back into my bag i noticed cata had left, leaving just me and alexia alone in the locker room. she was stood in front of me, maybe 6 feet away, one hand rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes darted about the room, making me realise just how awkward the situation was. then the realisation hit, this was the first time we had been alone in a room together since the incident, at least we were fully clothed. 

“ale, you don’t have to do this” i said, standing up so there wouldn’t be the awkward tension that happens when someone is looking down on you.

“i’m your captain, i should be here for you if you need someone to talk to” alexia said, meeting my eyes. 

whilst things had been awkward between us for the last couple of months, we actually hadn’t seen each other much, i was back home, playing a couple of games for england but ale was representing spain in the olympics, so we never really got the chance to talk about things. 

“it’s just something personal, honestly it means nothing, you don’t have to worry about me capi, i’ll be focused” i awkwardly shuffled the bracelet around my wrist and forced a smile. 

“i’m not worried about you being focused nena, y/n im worried about you being okay”

my name rolled off her tongue like it was made for her to say, so perfect and effortless as if english wasn’t her second language yet it was like hearing an angel. she never really knew the soft spot i had for her. before that night, we were close, of course people thought we were together and some of the girls would joke about it, but in reality we just enjoyed each other’s companies. she made me a better person and i challenged her in every aspect, especially when it came to who could cook a better paella. it was always her, but i enjoyed teasing her about it. 

“someone i trusted was using me, that’s all, it was nothing serious but it just hurt so i’m in a bit of a shit mood, so if you’ll excuse me i’m going to train” i said, adjusting my socks as i headed towards the door. 

but all it took was one very quick, and smooth, movement from alexia for her to be standing in front of the door.

“who” she asked so simply yet her eyes had shifted, they seemed darker, the eye contact she held was so intense yet i couldn’t escape it. 

“you wouldn’t know them” i said, my breath hitched slightly, realising how close we were stood to each other, yet i don’t think she realised. 

“ahora no es el momento de ser terco” she responded, huffing at me slightly “give me a name”. 

“i’m the stubborn one?” i questioned, my eyebrows raising as i got irritated “you wouldn’t know stubborn if it hit you in the face. you’re so much more stubborn than me, everything happened and every time i tried to make things right you ignored my calls and my texts, i had to show up to your door just to be told you wanted space. i flew to france to watch you play and all the other girls came over but you, that hurt ale because the only person i really wanted to come over was you” tears threatening to spill from my eyes as i spoke “you are so stubborn alexia putellas, i tried to fix this but you were the one stopping that, so don’t act like you want to protect me all of a sudden” i added, tears now rolling down my face.

alexia took a step back and took a minute before attempting to speak, but i quickly cut her off. 

“please, just go out to training, i’ll be there soon, i just need a minute” i said, with that she walked out the door leaving me in the locker room alone. 

i took the time to compose myself before heading out to train, putting on a very fake but very convincing smile. at this point i needed the distraction and being on the pitch would offer me a retreat. i quickly apologised to pere blaming my lateness on a personal emergency before joining my group for training. 

and to my joy, the distraction did work. by the end of training i was genuinely smiling and laughing as if nothing had happened at all. we all headed inside to recovery where i promptly made my way over to isabel, another team physio, knowing exactly how it would make ana feel. surprisingly, i was feeling extra flirty today, even if it was superficial.. 

“how can i help y/n?” she asked, as i perched myself on the edge of the table. 

“my thighs please, they’re feeling quite tense after training, so i definitely need your magic hands to do some work” i said with a small smirk, laying down on the bed. i glanced over at ana who was working on cata on the table next to me, her face already showing the effect i was having. 

“i can definitely put my magic hands to work” isabel said with a wink, before getting to work on my legs. 

throughout the massage i showered her with flirty compliments, telling her good my legs felt after she worked on them and how she was the best with her hands. she knew i was doing it to rile up ana, yet it didn’t stop her in returning the flirty comments back to me. 

“jesus ana, that hurts” i heard cata remark, turning my head to see a red mark on her leg where ana had gripped it too hard. 

recovery was quickly over and surprisingly i felt a whole lot better. something about purposely making the person that used you intentionally angry felt like a release.i packed my things up and changed back into my normal clothes before heading out to my car, i hadn’t even made it half way across the parking lot before i heard my name being called. 

“don’t walk away from me when i’m talking to you” ana called out, causing me to pause where i was standing and turn around. 

“ana, i’m not doing this in public” i said, i wanted this to be over and i definitely didn’t want it to happen in front of my teammates. 

“i told you i wouldn’t be impressed if you went to someone else in recovery, and i specifically said not isabel, so why are you acting like a whore now?” she questioned, raising her voice so anyone close by could hear. 

“a whore?” i questioned, before shaking my head to refocus on the actual situation “i’m not doing this here, you can call me when you’ve calmed down” i added, turning around to walk away.

all of a sudden i felt a hand grip my arm and pull me back, making me lose my balance slightly, ana had gripped my arm so tight that her nails were beginning to grip into my arm. 

“let go of me ana, you’re making a scene” i said, my chest getting heavy as i became aware of the amount of people who were around us, tears instantly started to form in my eyes as my anxiety increased. 

“i’m not letting you leave until we talk about this” she said, refusing to let go of my arm. 

“get off of her” mapi said, quickly dropping her bag and running over to us. the other girls, who were leaving training at the same time, weren’t far behind her as they all instantly diverted their attention to the situation. 

ana was quick to drop my arm when she saw the attention she had gathered. 

“this isn’t what it looks like, we were just having a conversation” ana said, trying her best to defend her actions. 

“i think it’s best if you leave” cata said, before taking me by the shoulder and walking me towards my car. 

whilst there was some distance between us, i could still hear a few of the girls interrogating ana, and she wasn’t doing a good job at defending herself. 

“hey it’s okay, why don’t i come round for a bit and we can just sit and chill for a bit” cata said, giving me a reassuring smile, causing me to nod in response.

before getting in my car i looked back at ana to see a very heated conversation between her and alexia. 

“you’ve taken advantage of her for too long now, go and pack your stuff, you won’t have a job to come back to” alexia said, her voice as clear as anything. 

her words repeated in my head, i could’ve sworn i heard those words recently to describe this whole situation. the messages from that unknown person said i was being taken advantage of, the exact thing alexia said. 

any spelling/grammar mistakes, please let me know x

[lover-of-mine]

What about the people who are convinced that Buck needs to be chosen, so Eddie has to be the initiator?

Or does it just make sense that we see that Buck actually is in love with Eddie? And go from there.

I like reading the takes on all of this.

Love your blog!

Respectfully, anyone in season 8 who's still saying Buck needs to be chosen is watching with their eyes closed and clinging to the wobbified no one ever loved me Buck from s2. Buck is constantly chosen. The problem with Buck is that people don't stay. Abby made the first move, Alli made the first move, Taylor made the first move TWICE, Natalia made the first move, Tommy made the first move. Buck only ever goes for people who made their romantic intentions towards him clear. They chose him. They just couldn't handle all the baggage attached.

Eddie, on the other hand, has never been chosen. He got married because of a baby, he went after Ana, he went after Marisol. His own child fled the state to get away from him, his parents absolutely suck, Shannon only started talking to him because she thought he was someone else and left him multiple times in multiple ways. And not to be an Eddie wobbyfier, but I think Eddie getting a swept of his feet moment, after a whole life of bending to the expectations people have on him and to finally be allowed to just be a guy in love with his best friend, is a lot more important than putting Buck into yet another relationship he didn't start and we don't know if he ended up in because he wanted to do it or because he just wants to be wanted too bad to question just because PoOr bAbY BuCk nEeDs tO Be cHoSeN.

As said best by Bobby on episode 9 of season 5 at timestamp 12:18, the thesis statement of Buck in relationships is "you just go with the flow and find yourself in a relationship with no idea how you got there" to allow Eddie to confess first is once again putting Buck in relationship he didn't make any movement to make it happen. Buck is passive in his own love life, he lets people come to him. If we want buddie to be different, he needs to work for it.

I'm sorry but the whole Eddie needs to choose Buck needs to be chosen stopped being true at the will reveal. EDDIE ALREADY CHOSE BUCK. BUCK IS THE ONE WHO NEEDS TO WAKE THE FUCK UP.

Eddie chose Buck with the you can have my back any day and there's nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you and also what it means to be part of a team and so, someday, if I didn't make it Christopher would be taken care of, by you. And I'm willing to bet you money I don't have that Eddie is gonna choose Buck once again when he decides to move back to LA. What else do you want that man to do??? He's just shy of dropping to his knee and proposing at any given time. The only person he cares about more is his SON.

Eddie doesn't need to choose Buck because he never once let go of him. And if you seriously believe that Eddie is the one who needs to do something, you don't understand the characters OR their dynamic.

[watchyourbuck]

There’s something about Eddie saying he’s a nester yet being completely incapable of doing such nesting with any of the women we’ve ever seen him with. Shannon was not only his wife, but Chris’ mother, and yet he didn’t feel ready to let her see their son once she came back… I’d even be willing to say he convinced himself into redoing his life with her because it made sense, and not because he was in love with her (again). Ana, however lovely she was, was also very clearly the product of Eddie putting Chris first. We see this when he has The Conversation with Buck: “Chris loves her”, “is that enough?” and soon we find out it isn’t. “We became a ready made family, and I’m not ready for that”. Finally we have Marisol, who he shoved inside his house only to kick out a few days later. But then… cut to Buck and Chris playing video games together, and doing some sort of scrapbook thing for Christmas, and visiting Santa, and going to the zoo. Cut to Buck picking Chris up from school, and being the first person Chris calls when Eddie breaks down (and goes to when he’s mad at his dad). Cut to homemade meals and difficult talks at any of their kitchens, and carrying each other physically and emotionally through the worse possible times. Cut to “there’s no one I trust with my son more than you,” and “this changes nothing between us.” Yeah,,, Eddie can’t nest with the women we’ve seen him with, because he already nested with Buck.

[manariee]

𝒰NSPOKEN MOMENTS ࿔

𝒞hérie ❀ ───── I've never known someone like you, ooh. Tangled in love, stuck by you, from the glue ───── cozy saturdays with them

𝒮 엔하이픈 & fem!reader wc: 90 - 250

𝓜 anas notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for way tooo long

HEESEUNG

Heeseung sat there, arm draped around you and eyes fixated on you as you rambled about quite literally anything. His lips curled up into a small and affectionate smile, watching the way your brows furrowed in concentration, the way you were using your hands to emphasize what you were saying.

He couldn't help but find it endearing - how you could get so passionate over the smallest things. The way your eyes sparkled when you spoke, like you were telling him the biggest secret ever. ''And then there was this one thing I saw-''

''You look really pretty.'' He murmured, cutting you off, his gaze soft and tender.

You froze for a second blinking in surprise. Silence hung and the air, and a blush crept up your neck.

He tilted his head, a small grin on his face. ''What? Why so quiet now?'' he teased.

You end up rolling your eyes, looking away as you nudge him. ''Shut up.''

He paused for a second leaning closer, his voice dropping lower, barely audible. ''But it's really.. Hard to not say anything when you look this pretty-''

A small laugh escapes your lips, turning over to smack his shoulder. ''Lee Heeseung!''

JAY

Jay was cooking in the kitchen as you walked out of the bathroom with a towel draped around your neck. You had changed into something more comfortable and your hair was damp from the shower. He was humming a tune softly, the sound of him moving around the kitchen filling the air.

''Smells good in here.'' you call out, walking over to lean against the kitchen island across from him.

Jay looked up, his eyes soft and full of warmth. ''Haven't dried your hair yet?''

You shook your head, sitting on the stool while your gaze followed his every movement silently which he quickly noticed.

''I'm making your favorite, figured we could have a cozy night in.''

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. ''You're so thoughtful.''

Jay chuckled softly, carrying the dishes and setting them onto the countertop. ''It's the least I could do, you deserve it.'' he murmured before sitting beside you, both of you waiting for the food to cool down. He turned to you after a minute or so.

''I'm glad we're spending today like this. Together.''

Jay's gentle demeanor and simple gestures always made you feel cherished, and this lazy Saturday was no exception.

JAKE

Jake is lying on the couch, his head resting peacefully on your lap as you unconsciously ran your fingers through his hair. His eyes were closed but the grin on his face gave away his smugness.

You raised an eyebrow, both curious and amused. ''What's so funny?''

He chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his eyes, his gaze nothing but playful. ''You know..'' He started, sighing and closing his eyes for dramatic effects. ''I think you're getting way too good at this.''

You furrow your brows in confusion, not really catching on what he meant. ''Good at what exactly..?''

He sighed again, flunging his arm over his forehead as if he was in a high school drama play. ''Good at making me fall asleep.'' He replied, his voice half playful and half sleepy. ''I've been trying to stay awake but you're making it hard..'' he mumbled

You laugh, gently pushing away the bangs fanning over his face. ''It's not my fault you're so relaxed..''

Jake hums before cracking an eye open. ''Maybe, but just so you know, I could stay here forever.''

You smile down at him, the atmosphere shifting from playful to sweet in just a few seconds as he lets out a small sigh, clearly comfortable.

''Get some sleep, I'll be right here.''

SUNGHOON

You and Sunghoon are sitting on the floor, trying to assemble a lego. Sunghoon, however, seems to be stuck in a completely different world, holding a piece and just blankly staring at it, his fingers running over the piece over and over.

''Sunghoon?''

He doesn't answer, still staring at piece till you snap your fingers in front of him.

His head snaps up, looking at you in confusion. ''Hm?'' he responds, blinking slowly.

''Are you gonna help me with this or..?'' you say, motioning towards the pieces scattered over the floor.

He nodded, picking up another piece. ''I am helping.'' his voice a bit defensive

You laughed, his brows now furrowed in concentration. ''Am I that boring?''

His head shot up again, immediately shaking his head. ''I did not say that.'' He then grabbed your hand, sighing and talking as if instructing you. ''Besides, you gotta give the lego some space to breathe. You don't wanna rush it. It's like.. Letting it find it's own way..

You stare at him, trying hard to not burst into laughter. ''And how do we do that?''

He then stood up, avoiding the lego pieces as he tiptoed to your side before crouching down beside you and picking you up in his arms. ''By actually giving it space to breathe.''

You huff, looking over your shoulder at the mess on the floor. ''But-''

He happily cut you off, a smug smile on his face as he walked towards the bedroom. ''I'll clean it up later.''

SUNOO

Your both lying on the floor, trying to watch a movie. But Sunoo keeps looking over at you every like two seconds. You can't help but point it out after a bit

''What's up with you?'' you ask, turning to him.

Sunoo shrugs, his head propped up on one hand. ''Just admiring the view.''

You give him a playful look. ''The view? What view?''

''He raises his eyebrows, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. ''I'm talking about myself. Obviously. I'm a sight to behold y'know.''

You tsk, eyeing him in disbelief. ''Should've known.''

Sunoo laughs, his finger poking your cheek. ''Don't be sad. We both know I'm the cuter on here. But I promise, you're a close second.''

You end up laughing, pushing his hand away in faux dissapointment. ''You're ridiculous.''

He just shrugged, scooting closer. ''If you've got it, flaunt it.''

JUNGWON

It’s late in the afternoon, and you’re both sitting on the floor, building a fort out of pillows and blankets. Jungwon, usually so composed, is fully invested in this project.

''Do you think the fort will survive if we try to eat dinner inside it?'' he asks, grinning as he arranges another pillow.

You raise an eyebrow giving him a offended look. ''You want to eat dinner inside our pillow fort?''

He nods enthusiastically. ''Yeah, I'm the king of this fort. So I am allowed to make such choices.''

You try to keep a straight face, playing along. ''Oh really now? You have pretty big plans for this small fort. Oh and what am I? Your servant?''

He gasps in mock offense. ''Firstly, this is not a fort but my kingdom. Secondly, who said your a servant when you can be my queen?''

You burst out laughing, standing up. ''I'm your queen now?''

He nodded, fixing the last details. ''Exactly.'''

You nodded, expression serious. ''Your highness, the feast shall begin soon.''

He grins at you, completely delighted with his own silly idea. ''You understand me like no one does.''

NI-KI

It’s a quiet Saturday at home, and you’re curled up with a book while Riki lies across the couch, eyes half-closed as he stares at the ceiling. After a while, he turns his head and glances at you, a smirk on his face. ''Are you gonna keep ignoring me, or should I just keep lying here waiting for your attention?''

You raise your brwos, looking over at him. ''What are you talking about? I’m not ignoring you.''

Riki raises an eyebrow, his grin growing wider. ''Oh, really? I think you’re too caught up in that book to even notice I’m lying here all lonely.''

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh. ''You’re not lonely. You’re just being dramatic.''

Riki sits up and crawls over to your side, playfully tugging at your book. ''Come on, I know you’re secretly just waiting for me to distract you.''

He pulls the book away, and you playfully shove him, both of you laughing as you end up tangled in the blanket. ''You’re impossible.'' you say, but even as you tease him back, you can’t help but enjoy his playful energy filling the room.

Riki smiles, his voice softening as he looks at you. ''Maybe I’m just trying to get you to focus on me for a bit. Is that so bad?''

His teasing smile fades into something more tender, and you find yourself smiling back. Even in his most playful moments, Riki always knows how to make your heart skip a beat.

lovliezᡣ𐭩: @chrrific @saemisic @heeaara

[wonubby]

King of Greed - k. bakugo

based off of the books from ana huang

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends more time at the office than with you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who doesn't notice when you leave work events early, too distracted by his responsibilities.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who comes home late and instead of resting, dives straight into work in his office.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses so many dates that it becomes the norm.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who promises to not miss your 10th marriage anniversary tip

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses your 10th anniversary trip by 2 hours

Workaholic!husband bakugo who when he comes home, finds your luggage in the living room and instantly realises why he's been feeling nothing but dread the entire afternoon

Workaholic!husband bakugo who sees your wedding ring on the mantle beneath your wedding photo, recognizing the distance that has grown between you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends the night searching for you, running through the rain and calling you desperately, hoping you'll answer.

Tired!wife reader who wakes up to a thousand voicemails from Katsuki, each one pleading for you to come home.

Tired!wife reader who, worn out, finally tells him where she is.

Tired!wife reader who, seeing his sickly appearance, lets her guard down just a little, before standing firm in her decision.

Tired!wife reader who listens to him plead and beg, promising to reschedule the trip so you can still go together.

Tired!wife reader who, despite his promises, says no.

Tired!wife reader who asks for a divorce.

Desperate!husband katsuki who is devastated that he never saw the signs before.

Desperate!husband katsuki who blames himself for ruining the best thing in his life.

Desperate!husband katsuki who refuses to accept the divorce desperate to work things out, forgetting that you asked for marriage counseling years ago, but he never showed.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, even though you're no longer wearing your ring, threatens any man who approaches you because you’re still his wife.

Desperate!husband katsuki who dances with you in a bar, asking for just one kiss—only for it to turn into something more, until his phone rings, reminding you that work will always come first.

Desperate!husband katsuki who only sees you again at a large dinner gathering, which turns into chaos when the host collapses at the table.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, after finding you again, feels nothing but relief and ushers you into a cab, taking you back to your shared penthouse.

Desperate!husband katsuki who makes love to you that night, determined to show you how much you mean to him.

Desperate!husband katsuki who wakes up to find you sneaking out of bed, asking where you're going, leading to an argument that ends with you begging him to sign the divorce papers.

Desperate!husband katsuki who reluctantly signs the papers

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who plans to win you back, no matter what it takes.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, upon hearing you've gone to your home country, books a one-way ticket and rents a villa next door.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who is invited to dinner by your sibling out of sheer panic.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who gives you a shock when you find him in your house, casually setting down cocktail glasses next to the plates.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who spends his time in the country, attending the same events as you, hoping for a chance to reconnect.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who offers to fly you back home when a pipe bursts in your office, ruining months of hard work.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who holds you as you cry, his heart breaking for you.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who helps you clean up for weeks, during which the two of you talk and agree that it's time to move on.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who watches you bring a date to the next social event, barely concealing his jealousy as he sips his drink.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who overhears your date’s plans to record you both at his apartment and confronts him, breaking his nose in the process.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, after the confrontation, is pulled into a passionate kiss, leading into him fucking your brains out, twice.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who invites you on a private date to a rented museum, only for you to tell him that your relationship is now strictly physical, and upon hearing this, eats you out against the wall as he fists his cock to the taste of you, spilling his seed all over the wall.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, drunk and crying, shows up at your apartment, begging for you to take him back, and you finally do.

Boyfriend!katsuki who spends months making it up to you, taking you on dates, leaving work early, and sometimes skipping it entirely just to be with you.

Boyfriend!katsuki who, after months of growth and effort, asks you to be his wife once more.

Husband!katsuki who makes your second wedding even more memorable than the first, refusing to let you go and ensuring you're always by his side.

Husband!katsuki who is overjoyed when you surprise him with the news that you're one month pregnant with his child.

[firefly--bright]

head over heels!

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u., b99 a.u.

summary ; detective kirstein has a nice ring to it, you think, and jean thinks you light up the dingy apartment that you had turned into your home. warnings ; not proofread </3 too tired a/n ; this has been in the drafts for so long i miss my man. i will be making a part two/series of this, but for now, meetcute to quench your (and my) thirst :3 taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic-again , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable, @candleohappiness , @zombiefiedskeivy , @1ovede1uxe , @sevriizy , @toscapaeron

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“this is fucking disgusting, horseboy,” eren says, stepping into the suspiciously smelling apartment building, his boots scruffing up against the poorly maintained floors. 

jean snatched the green juice back from him. “fuck off, Yeager. it's called being healthy on duty.” 

“yeah?” eren scratches behind his ear, “take a sip, then,” 

jean scoffs. “You take a sip.” he retorts, childishly, holding up the picture of their current victim - a woman in her late thirties, blonde hair that barely touched the top of her shoulders, a mole under her left eye. Their carpeted footsteps stumbled through the narrow hallway and jean gulped down the urge to gag. Not because of his green juice, but because of the smell of… ammonia and what jean guessed to be rust in the air. At least, he hoped. 

Eren knocked on the door infront of him, three loud raps against the quiet afternoon air - suspiciously quiet for being in the city, but jean rolled his shoulders back to appear more intimidating. “Pdp,” eren called out, bored. Turning to jean, he mumbles, “do you smell that?” “yeah, probably your fucking perfume.” before the door opens, cutting off anything eren wouldve liked to argue. an abysmally loud creak pierces through jeans ears and he winces, his eyes shutting involuntarily.

“hello miss,” eren speaks directly to the person infront of him, the door letting out the smell of apples and…cinnamon? was he smelling it right? suddenly the smell in the hallway was just an echo, and jean opened his eyes to find you in front of him, hand on the door as if you're physically keeping it in place, and you're speaking. you're saying something but jean can't hear. 

a detective with six years under his belt, sixty something arrests - sixty seven, not that he's counting, of course, but eren only has sixty six - and he gets flustered over a girl. 

granted, a very pretty girl.

“sorry about the door,” you say, knocking on the heavy wood, “everything in this building is dying.” 

“speaking of,” eren says, small smile on his face as he turns towards jean with his palm upturned. jean blinks. what does he want? 

“oh,” jean hands him the picture of the victim - Elizabeth Schafer - “have you… seen her anywhere, around here, maybe? or…or y'know, ever?” jean stutters through his sentence, making two questions of a statement that was supposed to be just one. out of his periphery, erens smirk gets more demeaning. a bait to tease jean until the end of time, again.

you hum in thought. “she was the upstairs guy’s girlfriend,” you say, shrugging, “I used to talk to her sometimes. is she…” you trail off, keeping the word as heavy as death away from the comfort of your box apartment. jean could only nod with pursed lips, glancing down at his feet. 

“yeah… if you know the victim, we have a couple questions to ask you,” eren said, filling in the gap left in Jean's inner, panicky monologue. should he compliment you? that wouldn't make sense, would it? you're just wearing pyjamas, he'd come off as a creep. so what should he do? just ask the questions like a professional, hoping that you'd see his stoicism as mildly attractive and ask him for his number? or should he poorly attempt small talk as he usually did when he saw pretty people across the bar near the 104th, which seemed to work only on two percent of the people he tried to talk to.

“sure!” you say, interrupting his thoughts, your eyes flash to his briefly, and his heart almost skips a beat. biologically almost impossible, but then why did the English language make it up? whatever. his mind is going in uneven circles, his skin crawling with warmth. he hates this. “do you guys wanna come inside till then? if it'll take a while?” you ask, thumb pointing behind you in invitation. 

eren glanced at jean, and he regretted the moment he signed up to the Paradis 104th where he'd be assigned to detective eren Yeager, like a turbulent marriage, and erens expression reflects it because he knows what jean is thinking about. looking back at you, ignoring how hard jean’s heart is beating out of his chest, he smiles wide enough for it to be considered slightly cocky, a bit too all-knowing, and says, “sure, your house smells better than the whole building.” 

jean hates to admit it, but he hates how much better eren is at talking to pretty people than he is. jean may have more arrests (just one, but it still counts), but eren knows how to charm people into talking, fool them by being their friend to get an unknowing confession. 

they work well that way, jean thinks as he steps inside your apartment, holding the door open with his back, his ears turning warm at how you say “thank you,” to him, as if holding the door open was a big deal. 

the door closes shut almost as soon as jean steps in, and you continue your conversation with eren, telling him how you had to combat the bad smell somehow so you purchased almost a lifetime supply of candles with coupons you had scavenged. soft music that jean guessed sourced from your bedroom, seeping out into the small living space. jean looked around as eren kept asking you questions. he should shut the fuck up, but then again, jean didn't know how to fill in the gaps of the conversation. 

“i was gonna make some hot chocolate right now,” you mention, slipping away into your kitchen - if it could even be called that - and pulling out three mugs from your cabinet, without even waiting for confirmation. your easy smile made jean dizzy. he could use some hot chocolate right now. “would you guys like some?” you asked, but the answer was already assumed because your hands moved towards the fridge before he could say “yes, yeah. sure.” 

good. casual. eren bumped his elbow into Jean's arm, prompting him to say something interesting, but all jean could muster up was a side eye with a scowl to his partner. 

“you said you knew the victim?” “you've got nice taste in music-” the both of them said, jean trying to take the professional route while eren opted for something immature.

you didn't seem to be bothered. your hands moved on their own, breaking apart a bar of chocolate and putting it in a pot with a little bit of milk. you glanced up at them, smiling even wider at the weirdly thoughtful compliment - dammit, eren - “thanks, it's a playlist my friend made for me. and I mean…I didn't know her that well, just as an acquaintance. she was really nice though. one time, she helped me with the groceries, my hands were full and the paper bag was ripping from the bottom so I had to hold it-” you held your hands infront of yourself like you were holding an invisible baby - “like this. and she helped me carry my other bag upstairs.” you said, hardly looking at the both of them. eren continued to glance around, seeing the way you decorated your place. books, posters, plants, pictures. a small tv, an open drawer with stationery almost spilling out of it. candles, two of them, lined up against your small window, and the smell now mixed together with melting chocolate and brown sugar and cardamom in a pot you were brewing. it was beautiful. 

your hands moved like habit over the small stove, and jean gravitated towards the counter. he could almost feel erens snark from where he was, still observing your apartment from a little ways away. 

jean cleared his throat, an attempt to get your attention. put on his best im-here-to-help face, and asked, slightly trembly, “do you need any help?” with his hands on his hips because he didn't know what else to do with them. 

you turned your head to him with a smile, “not really. I'm almost done, detective…” “kirstein.” his voice broke - “jean. jean kirstein. just jean. is fine.” he said. pathetic. god he wanted to die. 

you didn't seem phased, not even a laugh at his voice crack, and turned back to your mixture in the pot. “alright, jean. kirstein. detective.” you looked back at him, “which mug would you like?” as if that was a hard decision. but jean looked at it as if it was, scrutinizing the three mugs infront of him. 

one; dark green with yellow polka dots. cute. the next was a light blue with a white strip going around it, something handwritten that he couldn't quite read across the white band. the third; a clear one with small white and yellow flowers over it. there was a thin crack running on the bottom of the mug - something that told him that this was the most used out of your collection. good. he wouldn't touch it then. 

he pointed to the green one. “this,” 

you smiled. “final choice?” he nodded once, sure of himself, and he almost forgot that this wasn't his house he was in, “I like the colour.” 

“hmm, I can tell.” you said, and he blinked, furrow in his brows as he glanced at you. your strained the hot chocolate into the mug, “you're wearing it,” 

“ah. right. good observation.” “thanks, I could steal your job,” he laughs softly, “please don't, I can't afford to be fired right now,” you look at him with a smirk that he wants to capture in his brain forever.

“okay. I'll spare you. here,” you say, pushing the cup towards him. before he can take a sip, however, you're already walking towards eren with his own cup - the blue one - and jean inwardly cheers at his correct solve of the clear one being your favourite. 

“thanks,” he says, blowing over the steam with soft, gentle breaths. you wave your hand dismissively. “eh, it's nothing. anyway, sit.” you say, lightly demanding, and jean crosses the room in large strides to follow your order. eren has a perpetual smirk on his face. jean wants to smack it away. you sit on the chair next to the sofa, folding one leg under your thigh with your cup in your hand, and jean would be scared of you spilling it if it wasnt for your surprising steadiness. maybe he was just easily impressed with everything you did.

eren sips loudly from besides him, making jean scrunch up his features and look at him with disdain. He did this just to get on his nerves, he's sure. 

“jesus, that's good,” he praises, making you raise your head with a small, knowing smile, “thanks, it's my recipe.” you say, shrugging as if you’d already gotten this compliment multiple times and knew the exact way to handle it. jean didn't know why but the thought made him warm. maybe he had a type - people who were sure of themselves. or maybe it was particularly you, he wasn't sure. you had a charm to you, a familiarity he couldn't quite place. familiar enough for him to know he'd seen you somewhere in the city of thousands of people, unsleeping, bustling, crowded. but then there were pockets of warmth - your apartment being one of them, with your body situated comfortably on your chair - that reminded him of what hes doing this for, that reminded jean of old friends that he no longer held contact with. he couldn't put his finger on it. 

“-it was an easy solve. child's play, to be honest,” eren said, eyes closed with his chest puffed up with pride, describing a story that jean barely listened to but knew that he'd heard it a million times before. 

he rolled his eyes. “the only type you can solve.” he said. your shoulders shook with a poorly contained laugh, making jean smirk into his green, polka-dotted mug, inhaling the scent of sweet chocolate. “shut up horseboy.” 

“horseboy?” you asked, tilting your head with your eyes slightly squinted at him. not really judging, more of a curious questioning, ears perked up with interest, and jean almost groaned in embarrassment. 

“he looks like buchwald-” “don't,” “-who got a medal of valour the same day as him-” “Yeager I swear to god-” “- and outranked jean,” “he didn't even fucking do his job.” jean said, settling into the couch - which he hoped would engulf him wholly - in embarrassment, cheeks ablaze. 

you snorted out a laugh, which spurred jeans next statement, “yeah? we'll atleast I didn't get my eye almost pecked out on stage-” “that was a targeted crime of passion!” “no it wasn't. you had bird food on your fucking hair-” jeans smile widening when he heard your burst of laughter, “-which made even more birds enter the damn place,” “it wasnt even my fault!” 

“you're both accomplished detectives-” you started, your voice broken by a laugh, “- and yet you couldn't stop animals from ruining your ceremonies?” 

“act of passion,” eren muttered, scowl on his face. jean smirked, weaving a hand through his hair, and your eyes on his face made him lick his lips consciously, “act of passion alright. the birds loved you.” “i hate them.” eren said, and you breathed through a small laugh, eyebrows scrunching in slight disbelief. cute.

“unrequited love always hurts,” you speak, taking another sip of your drink, palm covering the heat of your cup, much like jeans. “you said this was your recipe?” jean asked, a prompt for you to start the origins of your hot chocolate concoctions. “well, a little, I was trying to make chai, but I didn't have tea leaves. i did have chocolate, though, and the weather was just right for it, so I thought a substitution wouldn't be too bad. and it wasn't, and it turned out good enough for my college roommates to wake up from their after lunch naps and ask me for a sip,” you take another gulp, “and now it's the most go-to thing they ask me to make. honestly, I should charge them for it.” you say, shrugging.

jean smiles. “you should. if you sold these on the street I would pay good money for them.” you hum in response, “my goods are better than to be sold on the streets, detective.” 

Jean's eyes widen. did he offend you? fuck. he didn't mean to, “I mean, like, if you- you know if you, opened a shop, or a cafe, or something. i would come there. every morning. or like, the day, just for this. if you…wanted, uh, to.” he said, his hands sweating, making him wipe the free one on his pants. eren snorted inconspicuously. 

your smile softened. “i was messing around, jean.” 

oh. your said his name like he thought it was meant to be said. how? was it warm in your apartment? warmer than he'd like? heat crawled up his neck and he took a deep breath in, nodding, breathing out a laugh that he thought would suffice, “I know that. i was joking too,” he said, digging his grave deeper. 

eren cleared his throat. 

“getting back on track,” he said. jean nodded, refusing to make eye contact with you, who still had a small smile over the interaction. “did you see Elizabeth anytime before noon yesterday?” jean picks his head back up, placing the now only half-full mug on the small coffee table infront of him, fishing out a small black notebook from his pant’s pocket, uncapping the pen hooked onto his front pocket. 

“right. i saw her i think, in the morning? at around seven, I just came back from walking around the block, and she was….she looked kinda uncomfortable?” you spoke, concern laced in your features. jean wondered if knowing the outcome of the interaction made you think about her even more now, but then you continued, “maybe…I mean I could've asked her how she was - I usually do, or, did, I guess, when I bumped into her, but… I don't know, she didn't seem like she'd be in the mood to talk. and then my neighbour… I don't know their relationship status. maybe it's, like, a situation ship that got out of hand or a friends with benefits situation - I don't know, but she didn't… like both of them got really awkward one time when I asked them in the elevator,” you explained, shaking your head, your hands waving in the air with the progression - or divergence - of the story. 

he knew he should be paying attention. really, he is paying attention, but most of it is captured in every movement of your hands, every adjustment in your shoulders. 

eren nodded to your descriptions. “so, that's all?” your eyes wandered up to the ceiling in thought. “kinda. i mean, treger - her… uhm, friend? followed after she got out the apartment, but he wasn't like, chasing her. just calmly walking behind her. and then I didn't see him. or wait-” you said, sitting up straighter, brows furrowed a bit more seriously this time, and jean leaned forward to listen, his elbows resting on his knees. your eyes locked in his for the next part and jean tried not to overthink that action. “no, yeah, I saw him later… at night? i mean, I came home from work…and then I saw him on the staircase, kinda, just, with his head in his hands. uhm… I asked him if he was okay, I thought - I kinda guessed something happened between them? like, maybe they broke up or she's mad at him or something, and then he just looked at me for a good five seconds. and didn't say anything, just stood up and left. i didnt think much of it cause he's kinda…weird? i mean, not in a degrading way, unless he actually committed a crime, then I do mean it in a degrading way,” jeans lips twitched at the way you said it, a little rambly, just a little out of breath, your eyes looking right at him as if his partner wasn't even present in the room. 

“but… I don't know. he's had this sort of…vibe around him. i don't go out of my way to talk to him, is all.” you say, shaking your head before taking another sip of your hot chocolate. jean notes how you sip slowly, savouring every bit, and how while he was half done with his cup, yours was only quarter empty. 

eren nodded slowly, and jean looked at him knowingly. this was useful, good information. “that's very helpful,” eren said, nodding to you. you shrugged. “anything else I can answer?” 

eren looked at jean impatiently, questioning. jean’s jaw locked in place, and he shook his head a little - a silent conversation. 

ask her for her number, horsey. 

no. 

why?

unprofessional? are you insane?

come on! she seems interested in you, too. 

whatever, man.

jean looks back at you, shaking his head. “nah, I think we're done.” 

“unless you see something weird.” eren says, perking up in his seat as jean stands up, “here's my number.” his partner says. 

what a bitch. jean scowls, permanent, unwiped disgust on his face. 

“oh,” you say, a little surprised, glancing at jean, and then handing eren your phone. “sure thing.” 

he types in his number, every digit a nail in Jean's coffin, a grating noise in his skull. divert her attention. away from Yeager and his fucking pretty green eyes. 

he clears his throat. “thank you for the hot chocolate. I'd still pay for it,” he says, calling back to your earlier interaction, which makes you smile and laugh softly. “it's alright. next time.” you say, shrugging, and jean gulps under the connotation of it all.

“there.” eren says, handing your phone back to you. “eren Yeager.” you repeat, reading his name from your phone. And then, with another biologically unexplainable heart-skipping beat, you look at jean while pointing your phone towards him, the keypad open, “and jean kirstein? Detective? Just jean?” you say, a little teasing, but jean cant help but find the endearment in your voice. Rolling his eyes with a smile, he says, “yeah. Detective jean kirstein,” and holds your phone, afraid of breaking something that belongs so closely to you, and puts his number with a smiley face after his name. Just a little treat.

Eren’s eyes are out of their sockets, and jean tries not to let the image of it all affect him, but he cant because he wants to ingrain this, tattooed under his eyelids so he can see it every night before going to bed, the picture lulling him to sleep and keeping his slow blinks some company - eren with his jaw slackened, eyes wide in surprise, brows flown upwards, and you, infront of him with your phone in your hands asking, though indirectly, for his number in your phone. Your. phone. 

“Right.” he says, handing you your phone back, a small smile playing on his lips. A beat of comfortable silence passing between you, eyes locked, before eren opens up his smelly mouth and says, “alright, we’ve got to go.” making you turn at his direction, humming in agreement. 

“Thanks,” jean mutters, finally, and you glance at him with a smile. “Youre welcome, detective.”

[mrabubu]

/the ref is a bit old, but the info is mostly accurate/

So, I did kinda sketch ref for my Kraang character and make her more of a person, or something, with a name and all. I'm still going to use they/them pronounce and Y/N when people will be asking something about Krangified AU.

More information about her below.

So, her name is Ana now.

About her personality before she was turned into the Kraang zombie I still can't say much at the moment (because I'm mostly focused on their interactions in the present timeline), except for her being the person who was genuinely worried about Leo and what's been going on in his head. She saw his attitude and for her it was obvious it was mostly a facade to hide his real emotions and wanted to help him, being a shoulder to lean on. I see her being the weirdo to others that found his jokes actually funny.

After Kraangification, I can describe her with one word: DEPRESSION. I mean, you've been a mindless zombie for about 10 years that practically flashed before your eyes. You wake up facing the facts that the world has been at war with the Kraang for all this time, everyone you knew grew up, your family is long gone, your boyfriend been through hell and lost his arm, and, yeah, your still kinda a zombie also facing some self-control issues. Your Kraang half is taking control over you from time to time, attacking others and even friends if provoked. Not to mention that a lot of things that used to be casual to you are now something you need to learn to be used to again, like bed or actual food. Yeah and also that little inconvenience that she has to eat people now.

She's been dozing off a lot at first, after Leo got her to their base, just staring at one point, processing the whole situation and still feeling like it's just a very long nightmare. And only Leo could snap her out of this state at least for a short amount of time.

When I've been making first sketches with her I gave her this pointed ear and horn like Kraang appendage on her forehead, and thought this kinda reminded of oni's (demons) from Japanese folklore, which kinda resonated with this whole Kraang AU concept.

I also can't stop thinking about Beauty and the Beast (original Disney animated movie) concept, only with them swapping roles in contrast to the original story.

I really like the concept of the turtles being able to make this chirping and churring sounds, and thought, why can't she make something like this? So, yeah, she can churp and purr (I don't know if there's a difference between churring and purring, still didn't understand, and this churring sound is still mostly fictional, fanon thing..? but, anyway). I like this idea of Leo and Ana being able to communicate with the language only they (and other turtles) understand.

A few more sketches with her and a couple of scenes.

Her claws on the Kraang arm can extend. I thought about her being able to shapeshift her arm further, but for now it's either extended claws, or something like a sword or some other sharp pointy thing...

I've been thinking about her fighting style, and for a reference I used the The Witcher 3 again (yeah) There's a vampire species, Bruxa and Alp, and I'm thinking her fighting style would be something like of an Alp. Fast and agile, also pretty strong (tho still not strong enough to take out big enemies like the Kraang in their suits).

I have this scene in my head that I actually been sketching already, where she's fighting the Kraang hounds, and pretty much able to lift one grabbing it by it's throat and throwing it into the tree like a rag doll.

Another thing is her screech she uses to intimidate/immobilize her enemies. It's also more of an alp than bruxa, especially in this video time code 00:36, this is pretty much how I imagine it.

I also know that I've messed up her eyes when she's in her Kraang mode, because they should be turning purple, like Raph's left eye that wasn't covered by Kraang flesh, but, uuuh, I don't want to change that at this point...

I think that's it for now...? If I'll have more ideas I'll either be making other posts, or updating this one.

[zolass]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 08 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

It took a while to finally continue writing as my mood literally hit the ground, with all the stress and drama so it took some time to write again and finish the chapter. It's also not long but yeah at least something.

cw: none 1.4k words

The wooden door was pushed open harshly, making it slam against the shelf right beside the entrance, and a man stepped into the dark decorated office space. “So now we’re allowing cops into our clubs? Letting them snoop around?” the man clenched his hands into fists in anger. “What about that pathetic excuse of a commissioner? What was his name– Hayes?” a bitter scoff left the brown haired man, as he let himself fall into the leather chair across the mahogany desk.

Across from the man sat a platinum blonde man– his shoulder length hair neatly styled, while his grey eyes stared at the papers spread across the desk, “We’ll see how far Ana will lead him and– where. It might benefit us, Rhys– so let’s simply wait and see,” the blonde’s voice was deep and smooth while his words were laced with a hint of amusement, instead of anger.

The other man was fuming in anger as he glared at the wall, while his hands were clenched into fists. “Why don’t you go over and share– a quick talk?” 

It wasn't even twenty four hours later as M/n stared at his phone screen with the messenger open. He didn't even have to ask her how she got his number– if Adrian could simply get his address, how hard would it be to get his number– possibly not that difficult. 

On the screen were the details for the meeting listed, first M/n simply thought about just not going– how desperate does he have to be to simply meet up with a criminal to get information? 

Yet as the time from the meet up edged closer, M/n couldn’t help but still be conflicted, was it really the best decision he could make? Well he’ll simply find out the hard way– if every lead he has was destroyed up until now? What else could he do until another case which might not even bring any new or old leads?

M/n simply had to see if this woman had anything useful for him.

The sun was already setting as the detective got into his car, started the engine and drove off towards the spot where he would meet the red haired woman. The window was down, letting the cool air blow into the car and through his hair while his e/c eyes were focused on the road.

M/N’s finger tapped the steering wheel in the rhythm of the music coming from the radio, while he jotted down in his mind all the possibilities on how this could turn out. Most of them were bad– as he couldn’t really see a possibility of not getting stabbed in the back, especially by a criminal, who seemed to know how she had to play her cards to land in her favor— and her favor only.

Trust is something that’s either strong or a mere fragile thing that’s only a one way street. And M/n was someone who hardly puts his trust on another person that easily, it was a harsh environment where you can’t put your trust on just anyone– might be a reason why the detective was rather working by himself than with someone else hanging by his side. 

So when he slowly hit the brakes and came to a stop in front of a simple apartment complex– he was surprised to say the least. M/n couldn’t lie and would've expected more of a cliche in the sense of a warehouse. 

When he stepped out of the car, the door to the apartment complex opened and out came not only the red haired woman but a blonde woman was close behind. “Knew you would show up,” the red head leaned against the frame of the door, while the blonde leaned lazily against her side, as if she wanted to melt into the other. M/n only shrugged as he slowly stepped closer, “Might as well risk it,” was the only verbal response he gave, as he stopped at the steps leading up towards the door. 

“I’m Ana, I forgot to mention that yesterday,” the woman noted, before she gestured with her hand towards the blonde, “My girlfriend, Fiona. She’ll be there too,” Ana informed M/n before the couple walked in– followed by the detective who had put some distance between them, while being close enough to keep them in his view. 

Reaching the second floor, M/n saw the couple stop in front of a door– while Ana simply unlocked the door and walked in, the blonde woman Fiona simply threw him an all-over glance before she rolled her eyes and  simply walked in behind her partner. The detective was the last one to enter– ignoring the nasty glare he got from the woman. He was already expecting with maybe a gun pointed in his face, but instead he was met with an open living space. 

The space was decorated in a mix of dark and light colors– like cream, beige and a darker gray. The typical he would say, but there were a lot of green and red decorations which added a pop of color. On a dark grey couch was Ana seated, while the blonde woman was sitting on her lap, not sparing another glance at the man while she seemed more interested in her nails. 

Ana simply gestured towards the plush armchair, in which M/n sat down while keeping his eyes and mind focused, “What do you have for me– which would make this meeting worth its while?” he simply asked, making the woman across from him raise her eyebrows in surprise, “Jumping straight to the point, interesting,” the red haired woman grinned, while a small scoff left the other female, which M/n simply ignored.

“Yes, so what do you have for me?” he leaned back in the armchair, “You’re looking for the ones that are responsible for your murder cases right?” a short nod from the detective, “Well I do have some informations that could be useful for you– but what’s there for me to gain?” Now it was time for Ana to lean back, her eyes focused on M/n while her hands were focused on Fiona. 

M/n couldn’t help but chuckle, “We both know all I can do is not going after anything that might have to do with you–” he let his pointer finger circled near his head, “After all you’re living in the undercity and yet you’re able to afford a rather nice interior and far more security than others in this part of Noxhaven. You have money and it didn’t just drop from the sky into your lap, you’re a criminal after all so you probably have your little ways of living comfortably,” M/n pointed out. 

Ana only shrugged, “Is that really everything? If so– I might keep that request open to anything I might need your help with in the future,” the red head mused, before she let out a sigh and then a smile formed on her lips, “Do we have a deal? You owe me a favor in the future– whenever I see fit, and I give you a little help which might give you a lead on your cases again.”

Yeah, he was indeed desperate to get information.

Sitting in his car, in front of a – new to him – building, M/n had to think if it really was such a good idea after all. A sign hung at the front ‘Fight Club’ were the bold letters making M/n only raise an eyebrow as he was told the fighting clubs for the undercity were in tight wraps – didn’t look like it. M/n stepped out of his car, his hand moved to his pocket that held his cigarettes, contemplating if he should have a small smoke break before stepping foot into the building.

But he decided against it, wandering through the doors into the rather silent warehouse. It was a large open space with a fighting ring in the middle, the stands were empty but the lights were on and shining brightly down onto the middle. E/c eyes took in the new environment, a slight unsettling feeling formed in his gut – he was definitely not alone. Which proved to be right, as a deep voice reverberated in the large open space, “Well, well, well– seems like one club wasn’t enough for you to snoop around, detective.” 

A man with short dark brown hair slowly stepped closer to the light, from the far left corner. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that framed his muscular body, dark pants and shoes, while a silver necklace and earrings glinted in the low light, giving the clothes a small additional touch. When the man halted in front of the ring, all M/n could see was the smirk that slowly formed on the others lips.

“Looks like it's finally time to put an end to this.”

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

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Trying out new dividers as well by @anitalenia

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

i love you, i’m sorry

── hockey player!rafe x fem!singer!reader

ONE | TWO | THREE

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ALSO! did want to clarify there is nothing romantic between reader and jj. i looove a good friendship where it’s purely a platonic love and they just joke around. and we all know jj would totally pretend to be in love just to piss off rafe hahdnxsjdj. AAAAAND if anyone was curious i am thinking of a specific chapter in this song. it’s “missing you” by lauren weintraub, will link it when i’m home)

january 2 ~

liked by rachelzegler and others…

yn.sings surprise! taking some much needed time off but in preparation for some big exciting things happening this year, wanted to give you a song! as promised there will be an album this year, i haven’t forgotten. this is something we couldn’t quite make fit on the album but i still love it dearly and wanted to share. thank you for supporting me 🎶🎤 as always, let me know what you think! “missing you” available anywhere you can listen to or buy music!

user1 uhh who is this about!!!

user2 already calling it, this will be in the top 5 of my spotify wrapped for this year. i’m obsessed

↳ yn.sings thank you so much!! that genuinely makes me so happy to hear

jjmaybank still so fucking proud of you! can’t wait for the world to hear everything else too 🎧

↳ yn.sings ugh my heart 😭♥️ love you so much j, thank you for always supporting me through everything.

↳ jjmaybank of course, love you always ♥️

↳ heywardpope umm the rule 🤨📸

↳ johnb yeah what he said. don’t be gross.

↳ jjmaybank hey losers she’s a rich kook now the rule no longer applies. give me a smooch yn.sings

↳ yn.sings sudndjsndfjnad hahahdhc i hate it here 😭😂

sarah.cam ohmyfuckinggoddddddd it’s so good! brb gotta go memorize all the lyrics hehe

↳ yn.sings stop im actually in love with you.

↳ sarah.cam are we… are we dating?

↳ yn.sings ☺️💍

↳ johnb 😳

user3 just checked reddit, no theories who this is about yet.

↳ user4 well we don’t even know any of her exes so it’s not like there’s a list to go off of

user5 so like… album before this summer?

↳ yn.sings MAYhaps 😁😘😛

↳ user5 oh my fucjsjrhfisenfj

johnb real talk even though you stole my girl, the song is incredible. proud of you and holy shit you’re so fucking talented. everyone needs to be listen right now!!! ♥️

↳ yn.sings thank you, best hype man. ♥️

itsmekelce dude you killed it again! 🎵🎤🎶

↳ yn.sings and to think years ago i was sending you songs on a cd to help me 😭😭

↳ itsmekelce how much do you think those would be worth on ebay now 🤔🤔🤔

↳ yn.sings hate u hahahdhdbd #blockdtttttt

tmz who is this song about?! yn.sings has kept all previous relationships private, but we’re on the case!

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[lover-of-mine]

I might be soooo late. Did you ever talk about the bts Ryan gave in his insta story with his flannel and the color of it being RED!!!!!

Hi, I didn't want to talk about this because at the time that video drops I was extremely annoyed because there was a very intense wave of people critisizing everything I said and then there was costume to analyze and suddenly it was all "Anna what does it mean" and I was feeling petty, but I'm in the mood to talk about it so let's go.

First of all, things note, it a red shirt with a red plaid overshirt.

@stagefoureddiediaz has talked extensively about what plaid means overall, I'll link her post about stripes and check here if you want more detail, but simplyfing it for the purpose of this post, it is about an internal turmoil for the characters.

But let's talk about the red and Eddie. A while back I offered the theory that the show might've been using red tones for Eddie in a similar way that they use green for Buck (you can read that post here, but ignore my questions about the bachelor party at the end because I forgot to consider the way their outfits are costumes so different rules), because the green is about a lot more then breakups with Buck, it's his something is wrong color.

Why do I think that they use red with Eddie and something being wrong? Well, Eddie doesn't wear red a lot. But here are some highlights (I'll talk about the others in a bit because that part is a lot more speculative), when Lena takes him to the first fight, kickstarting the fight club era, when he's talking to Bobby about the fight club and the Shannon of it all, when Chris leaves and the conversation with Chris that eventually kickstarts the move to Texas, and the meeting Kim arc, specifically when he's daydreaming a fake memory of Shannon and lying to Buck about being with out with Marisol and subsquent date.

So red ends up highlighting moments Eddie is not feeling in control. That paired with the emotinal turmoil attatched to plaid, makes that outfit interesting AS FUCK.

Plaid is attached to Texas with Eddie, we see it in the begins episode, we see it again in 8b, we also see it occasionally in the beginning of s2 when he's settling into living in LA.

All scenes that involve Eddie struggling with the situation he's in. And also a bit of Eddie's struggle with balancing what he thinks is best for the people around him and what he wants.

Attached to it all we also have the buddie parenting maroon. (Meta and the blue and red and parenting here), so, playing it safe, I'm assuming this outfit is gonna play a part on Eddie talking to Chris about coming back to la.

But let's face it, none of you is here to ask about me playing it safe with the colors. So let's expand.

The first date with Ana, Vanessa, AND Kim feature Eddie in red. Which can be very 👀 if we look at it in the sense that Eddie thinks dating is performative (and that he is queer). I personally don't believe Eddie is strictly gay (I think he believes he was in love with Shannon and that's what matters in the end) and I don't want the show to touch demi Eddie with a 10 foot pole, and I do think Eddie thinks the women he chooses to date are interesting in some form and he believes he can fall for them but ultimately can't because he's already in love with Buck. And I could put my personal bias aside and do the easy thing and say that the red here can be playing a part on his need for control and it being about maintaining the illusion of heterosexuality.

But either way I don't think he is conscious enough of his sexuality for me to truly make this argument, but it could very much be a representation of how the perfomative aspect of dating makes him feel like he's not in control, but if I wanna play in the sandbox that the red in his first dates can play a part on the overarching arc surrounding his queerness and Eddie trying to force himself into relationships because he wants love and thinks this is how he's gonna get it, the red in that outfit could play a part in the same thing if we place it in a space of Eddie being forced to accept he can't force it to happen. He is who he is and who he is is a man in love with his best friend who happens to also be a man.

Because another scene Eddie is wearing red is the conversation about the shooting in 612.

At this point, I think that the argument that Eddie had his oh moment during the shooting is no longer all that valid, but Imma be so real, I love the idea of the red here being about Eddie actively repressing what happened during the shooting so he doesn't have to confront what it means to him and the complications of being forced to talk to Buck about it. Time will go by, this scene will never be addressed, but dear God, Ryan played this scene with such a specific shift on Eddie's body language that I cannot be convinced that Eddie wasn't lying and there isn't more to what he knows about that day. And I love playing in the idea that he was lying because he can't admit he loves Buck at that moment because Buck didn't need the truth about what happened, he needed the hope that he would feel alive again.

So delusionland spec here, the red + the plaid could play a part on Eddie grappling with the depth of his feelings for Buck and his sexuality as a whole.

I think that's all. As always, if you read this, I love you.

[pretty-side-of-the-moon]

so...I had a idea. enemies to lovers luke x reader where someone decides to make a little indie-ish film at camp for fun, and luke and reader get casted to be lovers. but during the main kiss scene he keeps 'messing up' so they can film it again...ty in advance if you decide to do this :)

Eheheheheh yes yes yesss 😋😋😋

I'm thinking that it's some apollo campers send in tape for some over the summer program, and the script is like some summer camp romance thing with a angsty ending or something! And it's all cool and chopped together, and its your friend so ofc you'll help! unfortunatly, your co-star is kind of a asshole

sorry this is low-key short, and kinda bad... It's finals week + I didn't want to make you wait any longer so I'm forcing myself out of writers block

Thanks for the ask!!! I hope u enjoy!!

XOXO,

Pretty ♡♡♡

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You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes as Luke gave a (over) dramatic monologue. It wasn't really that bad, and it wasn't really his fault. But still, it was Luke.

You never really got along with Castellan.

He was loud, and a flirt, and so very cocky.

But more than you hated Luke, you loved your friend, Anya.

So, when she asked if you could help her with her summer project for some film class... you said yes.

Kissing Luke Castellan was just a consequence of that.

The camera moved from him to you, before taking catching both of you in the frame.

"And I love how you smile, and laugh, and please just let me-" his monologue was cut short by your lips pressed against his.

This was the third time you had to film this scene.

Every time, Luke had messed up a line, or said he thought it wasn't good enough. And then he'd grin and you, and tilt his head, "We'd better do it again, yeah?"

You wanted to punch him.

You were supposed to hold the kiss for a moment, and Luke was clearly better at that than you. His head tilted and he hummed, one of his hands reaching up to bring your face up to his.

After counting to thirteen, you pulled away.

"...Stay." You whispered, trying your best to sound convincing, "Please, stay."

You held your breath, the scene was almost over, and then you'd never have to work on this stupid project with him again.

"You'll.. you'll let me?"

You could admit Luke's acting wasn't...bad. It was okay. Really, he was probably the best person to play the male lead. His character was James-something. Ana's, your character's, star-crossed lover/childhood friend. The story was nice enough, childhood friends reunited in their hometown, falling in love, and breaking up when James has to return to his job in the city. A little hallmark-y, but whatever. The big scene, the last one you had to flim, was James telling Ana he'd made a mistake and the big kiss.

"I promise," Luke continued, "I'll never..." He paused, then looked at Anya, "Wait, what's the line?"

You groaned, "Luke, I swear-"

He grinned, tilting his head, "Sorry, Pretty.. Guess we'll have to do that again, huh?"

"You make me sick."

"Are we really gonna let our friend put a bad take in her movie? Wow- some friend you are."

You glared at him, scoffing.

"If you want to kiss me, just say that-" you muttered, crossing your arms and holding his gaze.

"Maybe I do." "I hate you."

"Is it time for take four?"

[houseofanticipation]

Ana is watching porn on David's computer when he comes home. She knows she's not supposed to, but she couldn't stop herself; she got so needy, waiting for him to get off work, she just needed something to tide her over. But when she hears the key turning in the lock, she closes her tabs and powers off the computer with the speed and efficiency of someone who very often succumbs forbidden needs.

He's not alone. As she assumes the position, Ana can hear someone else in the kitchen. She thinks she recognizes the voice, but she can't quite place it until the two of them walk into the living room. That's Keith; she met him at the holiday party.

"Ana?" Keith sounds more than a little surprised. He's never seen her naked, and probably didn't expect to when David invited him over today.

Ana makes no response. She's on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room, eyes kept dutifully down.

"That's not Ana today," says David matter-of-factly. "It's just furniture. Here." She doesn't need to see to know that he's passed Keith a glass bottle of beer from the fridge. "Do you like it? Not the most practical coffee table, I'll admit, but...I don't know, I think it brings the room together, don't you?"

"She's...I mean, it's beautiful," Keith stammers. Ana is consistently surprised by how little it takes for men to accept her non-personhood. David has explained that it's because to them, she's already barely more than an object. He just gives them permission to treat her like what they already know she is.

That just makes her wetter.

"I think so," says David. "Please, sit. Anyway, you were going to tell me about New Orleans this year." A circle of cold, wet glass presses between Ana's shoulder blades, and after that she's too focused on holding still to pay attention to Keith's account of his recent vacation. If she shifts even a little bit, the beer bottle will tip and then she'll be in big trouble.

"Hold on," says David, stopping Keith in the middle of a description of an old cemetery he and his wife toured. She can hear David moving, and a moment later she nearly tips the bottle with an involuntary shudder when his finger glides up her inner thigh. "My coffee table is leaking."

Keith sounds uncertain. "Is that...I mean, I would think that was normal. For this kind of. Um. Coffee table."

"Not like this," says David, "not this fast. We've only been here about half an hour, and it's already halfway down the thigh. Give me a sec." He pulls his hand away, and she can hear his footsteps walking off into another room. Then, a minute later, he's crashing back in at speed. "It's the strangest thing," he says, voice thunderous, "I've been out all day and yet the side of my computer is still hot." He picks up the beer bottle, and for a second Ana is relieved, but then his foot swipes her arms out from under her, making her fall hard on her face. She manages to turn her head reflexively, so her nose doesn't take the full force of the floor rushing up to meet her, but landing on her cheek isn't much better, and the rug burns as it scrapes against her skin. Before she can think his foot is on her face, pressing her into the ground. "Someone has been watching porn again. Even after being given explicit orders to stay desperate for its daddy. Give me a hand here."

Ana can't help but smile, even with David's foot on her face, even as tears well up in her eyes, even as David directs Keith to jam his beer bottle into her cunt ("no, not like that—thick end first"). She's sorry for misbehaving, she really is. But it's hard not to act out when she knows how delicious the punishment is going to be.

[exhuastedpigeon]

They won't do it, but I think 9-1-1 should have some of Buck and Eddie's exes show up in the episode leading up to them getting together, just to remind the audience (and Buck and Eddie) where they've been and why they didn't work out.

They run into Taylor while she's covering a major traffic accident as a throwback to her time doing traffic.

They run into Ali on a call at some architecture firm where she's doing design work.

They run into Ana during a call to her school because there was a small fire in the science lab.

They run into Natalia at another living funeral where a guest had a heart attack.

They run into Marisol on a call at a hardware store.

They run into Tommy when both their teams are called to the same disaster.

Each time they run into one of them we're reminded why they broke up and maybe we even get a shot of the ex looking at Buck and Eddie like 'hmmmm' because there's something there that's maybe be there the whole time, but it's brighter and more obvious now.

Taylor wanted the truth and story more than Buck. On the call she's focused on figuring out who causes the accident instead of staying out of the first responders way.

Ali couldn't handle the stress of being with a first responder. On the call there's a near miss where Buck is almost hurt, but Eddie pulls him out of the way.

Eddie didn't want a ready made family with Ana and Ana's married now and pregnant.

Marisol and Eddie broke up because of the Kim situation, but that relationship was surface level even before that and Eddie didn't seem all that invested, so maybe they don't even interact at all.

And finally on the call with Tommy there's a brief hello but then it's the Buck and Eddie show, proving once again that Buck will always choose Eddie, that Eddie isn't the competition, Eddie's the whole damn game for Buck. Just like Buck is for Eddie.

Throughout all the interactions we also get to see Buck and Eddie's reactions to the other person seeing their ex. Eddie interrupts Buck and Taylor. Buck makes an awkward joke to break the even more awkward tension between Eddie and Ana. Eddie doesn't interact with Tommy at all.

And then we get the two of them alone and there's tension there, but not like any of the tension we saw with the exes. No this tension is something else entirely. They walk into the house after shift and it's just the two of them looking at each other in the living room.

Buck steps forward until he's right in front of Eddie, he reaches out and puts a hand on Eddie's shoulder in a mirror of all the times Eddie has done that to him. His eyes are big and soft. He says, "M-maybe I'm misreading things and this is going to ruin our friendship, but is there any chance you're in love with me too?"

Eddie smiles and it fades to black, episode over.