#con artist!Jake

[redfurrycat]

White Collar and Top Gun Fusion

Special Agent for the FBI in the white-collar crimes division Bradley Bradshaw once arrested white-collar criminal Jake Seresin, alias the Hangman.

The Hangman is a charming and sophisticated con artist known as such because he cockily leaves a hangman game on each crime scene (leading to his next theft). However, Agent Bradshaw cracks his hangman code which has allowed him to finally capture the elusive criminal.

(Un)fortunately, his criminal talents in counterfeiting are coveted by the white-collar crimes division. The FBI IceBoss Tom Kazansky strikes a deal with him: serving his remaining four-year sentence as an anklet-wearing consultant to the FBI. Seresin accepts the deal as long as he gets Agent Bradshaw as his handler. (What? The guy has brains and is sweet on the eye –his moustache notwithstanding–, and he likes ‘hem smart and pretty.)

Agent Bradshaw has no choice but to obey his bossdad. He’s thus now working with the infuriating, cunning, and not at all appealing criminal alongside his newly formed white-collar team –Agents Natasha Trace and Bob Floyd. The team has a particularly high solved-cases rate, mainly due to the duo très spécial working together.

FBI consultant Jake Seresin has the time of his life: he lives in a beautiful and richly decorated house with Penny Benjamin, the charming landlady; he wears her late husband’s styled suits and hats; he finds his criminal and genius best friend Javy Machado again and often asks him for help in various FBI cases…

About that…He is surprised how much he likes using his devilishly almost-too-good-to-be-true talents (‘ugh’, says Bradley, every single time) for the other side of the law. His colleagues Trace and Floyd are really nice too: he banters with Phoenix like he would his own sister, and fondly annoys Bob like he would a little brother.

He expects even less to fall for Agent Bradshaw. Bradley. The Hawaiian-shirt-wearing and by-the-book special agent appears to be a little grumpy on the outside, especially with him, but Jake is trying to shatter Bradley’s walls, and he will succeed eventually. They have numerous evening talks during which they share personal details, and pretty much bicker about every possible subject.

Jake also meets the IceBoss’ trophy wife and Bradley’s godfather, Pete (‘Call me Maverick’) Mitchell. Maverick is a mechanic and an engineer, and he does some consultant work when the FBI needs his expertise. These two become thick as thieves, as they have similar minds, and Maverick often invites Jake for dinner (Bradley whines ‘Mav, whyyyyyyyyy?!’ meanwhile Ice is questioning his husband’s –matchmaking–motives…‘Trust me IceBaby, I know what I’m doing.’)

It is Mav who convinces Jake to go for it, because his oblivious godson would never act on his feelings, he’s too cautious (‘Ah. The snug-on-his-perch type’…..‘Well, yeah, but he has his reasons.’). However, Mav is sure he likes Jake because Ice has told him Bradley often comes in his office to rant about Hangman (‘Ice, he’s yet again charming such and such, he’s unprofessional!’… Also Ice has the patience of a saint).

Thus Jake begins wooing Bradley à la Hangman: he leaves him complimentary notes disguised as hangman games on his desk, he delivers perfect art forgeries in Bradley’s effigy (paintings, sculptures, drawings,…) at his home –Bradley’s both scandalised and reluctantly charmed– and, on one memorable occasion, Bradley’s gifted a Carrara-marbled, life-sized and very much naked statue of Jake. He stays speechless for an abnormal amount of time and can’t look Jake in the eye (héhé) for some time. He’ll deny it, but Bradley keeps the statue. Of course, he keeps the statue! Finally, Jake’s last and most romantic move is to offer Bradley a piano he's personally restored! It’s the final straw for Bradley: he jumps him so hard his neighbours call the police to report *suspicious* noise.

[After their “strenuous” activities, Jake asks Bradley if he has succeeded in accomplishing his most spectacular heist.

Bradley: And what would that be?

Jake: Have I finally succeeded in stealing your heart?

Bradley: For a seductive bastard, you are ridiculously corny sometimes…but if you must know. Yeah, you did.]

Once they get their act together, Bradley feels comfortable enough to do some wooing of his own: he serenades Jake with skillful renditions of 'Smooth Criminal' on the piano as well as old romantic ballads.

[witchywithwhiskey]

witchywithwhiskey's steve rogers masterlist

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first and last [fluff, smut, angst] childhood friends to lovers ⭐️

a birthday ended with a bang [fluff, smut] friends to lovers, steve's birthday ⭐️

the alpha next door [smut] omegaverse au 🌟💖

the endurance of a super-soldier [smut] catws 10-year anniversary

inappropriate attire [smut] avengers tower au, coworkers to lovers

ever since i met you [smut, fluff] friends to lovers, valentine's day

offer me my deathless death [smut] greek myth au, strangers to lovers

put on a show [smut] established bdsm relationship

a dream in the bookshop [smut] bookshop owner au, mutual pining ⭐️

a shelter in the storm [smut] park ranger au, strangers to lovers ⭐️💖

hallowe’en fun with your werewolf knight [smut] werewolf au, royalty au ⭐️

halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats [smut] friends to lovers 💫💖

screaming in a haunted corn maze [smut] strangers to lovers ⭐️💖

a deal with the devil comes with wicked strings [smut] demon au ⭐️

a king's morning [smut, fluff] lotr au, royalty au ⭐️💖

a fair punishment & take your punishment [smut] established bdsm relationship ⭐️

happy wife, happy life [smut] established relationship, husband/wife

the best birthday gift [smut] avengers tower meet-cute

it's your captain's birthday [smut] dark-ish beach party

his radiant sunflower [fluff] farmer au comfort fic

lilacs & ink [fluff] tattoo artist au ⭐️

at the hand or command of a man [smut] modern royalty au, arranged marriage 💖

right where you belong [fluff] college au, idiots in love ⭐️

tomorrow’s a promise [smut] older brother's best friend au 💖

nothing he could do but touch you [smut] roommates au, dark 💖

so pretty with a knife in your hand [smut] serial killer au, dark

you got yourself a bet, sweetheart [fluff] rivals, movie star au 💖

nowhere near done [smut] bodyguard au, enemies to lovers

your heart a pancake [fluff] drunken confession ⭐️

and all was lost [smut] DARK non-con 💖

get this girl some ice cream! [fluff] emotional hurt/comfort

wear his mark [smut] vampire au

pretty flowers for a pretty girl [fluff] farmer au

dripped heavy like warm honey [smut, fluff] established relationship

cookies and cocoa and a little bit of patience [christmas, smut, fluff] established relationship

giddyup and ride my sleigh [christmas, smut, fluff] established relationship

a threat beneath the nice veneer [smut, eventual fluff(ish)] enemies to lovers

you’ll always be the sexiest man alive to me, captain [smut, fluff] coworkers to lovers

what are best friends for〈deleted scene〉 [smut] friends to lovers

steve rogers & bucky barnes

room for one more [smut, fluff] movie star au, some stucky

furniture assembling drabbles [fluff] neighbor steve rogers, roommate bucky barnes

a monster, a captain and a soldier [smut] monster!reader, avengers tower ⭐️

know how to share [fluff, pre-smut] love triangle ish, flirting, banter ⭐️💖

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chris evans characters chest hair thots [smut] drabbles about ari levinson, andy barber, curtis everett, jake jensen, johnny storm, lloyd hansen, ransom drysdale and steve rogers

ova with ceo ari, dbf bucky and dark steve [smut] drabble follow ups to always keep my heart safe, safe and sound and and all was lost

steve rogers series masterlists

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steve rogers collections and challenge masterlists

LOTR-verse universe [smut, fluff, angst] lord of the rings au, multiple characters

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30 day writing trope challenge masterlist [smut, fluff, angst] multiple characters

[en-gelic]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ—LOG O1: KISS OF SUMMER

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ（엔하이픈 제이크）the taste of your lips /// INFO : fem reader, drabble, skinship, teasing | O.3k words, click for more

✉️ ,, i love the fact that i have no clue how a fire sprinkler works 😁😁

The summer breeze brushed through the windows, lazily settling its humidity in your kitchen. Sizzling filled the silence as you pulled back, worried about the food you had been cooking before he came to taste your new lip gloss.

“Just one more kiss.” He complained, refusing to move his hands away from you.

Laughter escaped your lips as you stood against the kitchen counter, his body heat adding on to the humidity that was already unbearable enough. “The food is going to get burnt.” You giggled as he positioned his head between your neck, tickling the spot with his warm breath.

“I’ll order takeout.” He murmured between the kisses he pressed on your neck. Moving his head, he connected his lips with yours, kissing off the last of your lip gloss. Several moments later, you moved back to catch your breath, trying to pry him off your neck.

“Just one more.” Jake pressed, hands snaking around your waist, his rings cooling your body momentarily before adapting to your body temperature.

“You are such a con artist.” You joked, glancing at the burning food, deciding that it could wait for a few more moments.

“I can’t help that your lips taste so good.” He moved to connect your lips again, the bliss of the feeling leading you to forget about the burning food.

Smoke spilled out of the pan activating the fire sprinkler system, water pouring from the ceiling. Backing away from his lips, the two of you exchanged a look, smiling at each other, your bodies slowly getting drenched by the cold drizzle.

“Now look what you did.” You said, grinning up at him and placing your hands on his soaking body.

“Anything for a taste of your lips.” He flirted, the water finally ceasing from its light downpour.

“Next time just eat the lip gloss.” Pressing a kiss on your neck, he finally freed you from his grasp, moving to take the pan off the stove. “I’d do it again a thousand times.”

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[dearorpheus]

“contemporary Gothic is more obsessed with bodies than in any of its previous phases: bodies become spectacle, provoking disgust, modified, reconstructed, and artificially augmented”

i. Stacey Abbott, “Masters of Mise-En-Scène: The Stylistic Excess of Hannibal”, from Horror Television in the Age of Consumption: Binging on Fear, edited by Linda Belau and Kimberly Jackson  ii & iii. from Goya’s Desastres de la Guerra (1810–20): Plate 37: Esto es peor (This is worse): in the aftermath of battle, the mutilated torsos and limbs of civilian victims were mounted on trees, like “fragments of marble sculpture”.  Plate 39: Grande hazaña! Con muertos! (A heroic feat! With dead men!) iv. Damien Hirst’s Mother and Child Divided (1993) v. & vi. Jake and Dinos Chapman’s Great Deeds Against the Dead (1994) vii., viii. & ix. Mark Quinn’s Self (1991, 2011, 2006): “a self-portrait of the artist, but one that literally uses his body as material since the cast of Quinn's head, immersed in frozen silicone, is created from ten pints of his own blood” x. photo from Niry Fidelis of Gunther von Hagens’ Body Worlds exhibition

[canonically47]

As a way of saying goodbye to DC, what are your headcanons for where everyone ends up after All Stars?--review anon

ooooo such a cute question!!!!!! tysm for this

yul ends up being cancelled on his socials and he has to start working a regular job, he becomes miserable being yelled at and harassed by customers like he deserves yippee!

riya is also cancelled following the events of DCAS - seriously she CANNOT gain a following after this and she cannot find roles, realistically speaking - but she manages to sustain herself with her prize money for now. however, she does begin job hunting. it goes horrible for her, her digital footprint is too massive to ignore.

ashley continues living her quiet life on the farm with will, occasionally meeting up with lill & nick, as well as with jake, ally, lake and other contestants of DCAS! she even eventually reaches out to season 1 contestants left out, and organizes a get-together for the season 1 cast with everyone :)

ally, hunter & tess all eventually get together after a lot of denial and pining, and co-manage their channels. they become more and more popular, regularly attend cons, & overall just lead the awesome lives they deserve. tess also becomes popular for her art!

lake eventually gets into a qpr & goes to university to study psychology. she keeps in contact with aiden, james and friends she's made on DCAS. she goes on to live with rosa-maria after university, and the two will organize, years later down the line, a meet-up for the cast of season 2, even being kind enough as to invite yul and riya, although neither show up.

miriam gets to enjoy retirement by travelling around the world, sometimes even tagging along with friends, even with the group of james, aiden, lake and rosa-maria. why not :3

james & aiden continue travelling the world together, growing their following on social media, and eventually aiden pursues a career in theatre and earns a lot of success! i mean have you HEARD his VA sing. my god, can he sing.

ellie & gabby lead a happy life with ellie as an artist and gabby carries them with her income by becoming an environmental scientist !!

fiore moves in with alec, alec adopts fiore, and the two unlearn their bad habits together; alec, his bad parenting, and fiore, being this evil gremlin child. she still has her outbursts, but alec stops feeding into this idea that she is a monster or a mistake and pushes her to grow. the two also meet up with some other contestants, and eventually befriend rosa-maria, so she helps a lot with parenting tips :)

grett becomes a gym trainer & fitness influencer and uses her social media platform to encourage and lift up others. my queen

jake and tom begin dating and they talk a lottttttt of things out... and eventually tomjajakeden becomes a thing & they all move in together and it's awesome. tom and aiden aren't dating but the rest of them all are and it's kinda funny actually. tom also realizes he's aroflux and that explains a lot about how his identity has impacted his love life. they're unstoppable

also tom quits his job as a cop and becomes a firefighter instead. and gets an autism diagnosis. also jake gets a BPD diagnosis. and aiden gets a shit ton of piercings. and tom gets fatter. and james also gets a shit ton of piercings. and they're all happy together and they have movie nights and game nights and they love each other a lot

the cast generally meets a lot, the casts even merge at one point despite some of them never having been on DCAS. it's so funny how some of these guys meet. deadass alec and fiore go camping one night only to find they've come at the same camping site as kai and maggy. another time gabellie runs into dan at a bookstore. and so forth. they eventually get a super large groupchat and it's hilarious. they all meet sometimes and they have to book a huge venue it's so funny

also gabgrellie becomes real too why not. i love gabgrellie. grett moves in with them and they're all super cool and awesome and in love

maybe i should write some of these hmmm

[blueseze]

Me just ranting :)

Guys genuine question, why is Neteyam so sexualized so much in this fandom💀

He’s 15….and a dead teen at that

I’m not talking about the fluff reader x Neteyam writers or the cool artists, you’re good👍✅

But have you guys seen MIZUMON04 Twitter account. They have Neteyam dominating/🍇 everyone even his own little brother………it’s super disgusting but no one talks about that, everyone is always complaining about the legal ship art but where is the outrage with incest, minor x adult, non-con, proshippers basically???

That twitter user has nsfw of Quaritch x Spider, Jake x Lo’ak, Neteyam x Lo’ak, Neteyam x Tonowari, etc. (they have zoophile/pedo/abusive content)

I miss the old Avatar fandom.

People would bully someone over fluff ship art or fluff fem o/c x neteyam art but no one bats an eye when Neteyam is literally 🍇ping ppl in art💀

And don’t get me started on the ship art. People only complain about the popular art of Aonunete but would support it when Ao’nung is drawn the feminine one or the girl of the relationship💀, that’s being a hypocrite (I don’t really ship them fr but why Netenung fans are hypocrites)

They might as well ship Tsireya and Neteyam or the CANON ship Lo’ak and Tsireya. I would rather see more content of Neteyam and the background girl character in the movie😭

Or don’t ship him with no one. Not all characters need love interests.

Why some ppl in this fandom are weird😔

also I hope I don’t get backlash for ranting because I know some ppl are obsessed with getting dominated by Neteyam💀

I don’t really use tumblr, I just had to get this off my chest but I’m just disappointed how hypocritical ppl are, I probably have to take a mental break from all this because it’s getting weird

(Neytiri is me fr fr😂)

[joe-spookyy]

asks you about american werewolf in london

hoooly shit it’s finally happened. someone asked me The question. thanks anon.

i am now going to try and sell you all on this movie cause i can’t recommend it enough and i think everyone should watch it. so: let me tell you a thing or two about hit 1981 horror comedy an american werewolf in london!!! and this is off the top of my head so if any of it is slightly off numbers wise im sorry. if you like 80s horror, men, queercoding, re-animator, the thing, jaws, saw, the lost boys, or just werewolves in general. hear me out on this one. link included to watch.

The Premise:

fresh off the heels of his cocaine fueled jazz musical masterpiece The Blues Brothers (1980), director john landis decided he was going to cook up the greatest film ever made. and he did. he was actually gonna have john belushi (jake blues) and dan akyroyd (elwood blues and yes the ghostbuster) play the two main characters, david kessler and jack goodman. now, who are these fellas? well i’m so glad you asked. david (played by david naughton) and jack (played by griffin dunne) are two dear pals from new york on a cute little backpacking trip across europe. david's the tall one. he's silly and gleeful to be out and about. jack is the short one. he's very much not gleeful about the fact that they're on the rainy moors and wishes they were in rome. together they find their way to a cute little pub and go inside, looking for hot drinks. the locals do not love this. they also do not love when jack asks them why there's a five pointed star on the wall (since lon chaney and universal studios assert that that's the mark of the wolfman!) it gets awkward. so they leave, with nothing but the warning to stay off the moors, stick to the roads, and beware of the moon. obviously, they do not follow this. wouldn't make for a very interesting movie if they did. and, as i'm sure you've assumed, they encounter a werewolf, leaving jack like this (dead):

and david, who survived the attack, with the curse of the werewolf. but fear not! david is transported to a hospital where he makes a lovely recovery, and jack um. well he stays dead. but he comes back to haunt david! he shows up a few more times in further states of decay to tell david that he really ought to just kill himself so that the curse is broken, jack and all the other werewolf victims can rest in peace, and david won't accidentally maul any additional civilians as a werewolf. hey while we're talking about jack heres me when i dressed up as him at a horror con. and the man himself.

anyways. hijinks ensue, and you're taken on a delightful romp across 97 minutes of fun as david tries to navigate life as... you guessed it. AN AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON!

why it rules:

in my opinion, that's enough to make this movie flames as fuck. but if you're not convinced yet? let me tell you some more. first off. the practical effects on this bad boy are straight up excellent. they're done by my personal favorite vfx artist rick baker (who also worked on star wars, men in black, videodrome, king kong and more!), and he does not hold back. the picture of jack shows how nasty and detailed the wound is pretty well, but in action it's even better with all the nasty fleshy bits dangling and wiggling and eugh. it's gross. but it's so well done. and he does a terrific job showing how jack decays throughout the rest of the movie. but of course, what really matters is the werewolf. it's not called an american dead guy in london. which is good. cause that would be a dumb name for a movie. anyways. if we’re going to talk about the werewolf, we have to start with the iconic transformation scene. sped up.

wow! pretty impressive stuff right? it’s all practical, no cgi, and i think the way it’s almost drawn out and the relative silence of the scene adds to the impact it has, since it sort of forces the audience to sit with and feel just a little bit of the discomfort that david seems to be feeling. we just have to watch him scream in pain and beg for mercy. yeesh. now, the transformation scene is hard to top. but i think the final werewolf design is actually pretty solid. it’s distinctly not man, but it’s also distinctly not wolf. i would include a picture, but i feel like part of the allure of the film is how it (jaws style) doesn’t really let you get a good look at the monster itself until the end of the movie. it’s a great way to build the tension and leave a little bit up to the audience’s interpretation. and the audience will always imagine something way more horrible than you could have ever created. which is kind of beautiful. the first time i watched, i found myself kind of disappointed in the werewolf’s appearance - its face seemed to be stuck in a sort of permanent scowl. i was kind of lost, because i couldn’t imagine why a static face had won out over whatever the vfx team was clearly capable of making. but Oh. dear reader. when nurse alex price, david’s dear love, who cared for him in the hospital, allowed him to live with her, and even banged him, approaches the wolf. when she tells david she loves him. the wolf’s eyes soften. it begins to drop the snarl. see. i lied here’s part of the wolf. all snarly like and scary. before it melts at three simple words from alex. god.

it hits me like a huge truck every single time. rick baker never misses and this movie was certainly not an exception. he got an academy award for it and it was well deserved.

not so into the technical stuff? that’s okay. i have more to praise about this movie. it is one of the best blends of horror and comedy that i’ve ever encountered. although some of it looks a little dated, i do think it maintains its fear factor. it’s plenty gory, and in my humble opinion, the subway scene (you’ll know it when you see it) is one of the most effective bits of horror i’ve ever encountered. even when isolated from the film, it still packs a punch. but i’m not gonna put it here because i want you to just watch it with the rest of the movie. sorry. and on top of the horror, it’s honestly hilarious. if you don’t think seven dead people ganging up on one dude and listing ways he should kill himself in the middle of a porn theater while a porno plays very loudly in the background. well. i don’t know what to tell you. you probably won’t like this movie that much. also, the final needle drop over the credits at the end is so abrupt and so funny. love it.

and of course, being an 80s horror movie with two male leads. i’m sure you can guess what i’m going to say. it is not hard to read jack and david as friends, but it’s also not very difficult to read them as having a little something going on. like love. fellas is it gay to go on a little trip across england with just yoh and your best bro? hard to say. textually, i do think it’s kind of telling that every time jack shows up, it’s either right after or while david is having a heterosexual experience (flirting with alex, banging alex, watching straight porn in the porn theater.) it’s almost like… something other than jack… is haunting david. i dunno. i’m not a cop. but it’s interesting. seems like something the average tumblr user might like to keep an eye on, so i’m letting you know. also they have a conversation while david is completely naked which is like. hello. plus the inherent queerness of the werewolf narrative is something i could talk about for HOURS and was especially prevalent, alongside vampire movies. in the 80s during the aids crisis.

also, there’s a classic john landis third act car crash scene, where, in the same vein as the blues brothers, an obscene amount of cars are absolutely demolished.

also also, the muppets make a brief appearance in this movie. this made me jump for joy, because i love the muppets. and you should too.

fun and true facts

still not sold? well, check out this last ditch effort in the form of fun facts. or, if you just want to know more, read on.

micheal jackson was so impressed by the effects in this movie, particularly the transformation scene, that after seeing it, he promptly hired rock baker (vfx guy) and john landis (director guy) to work on the music video for his hit song thriller. you’ve probably seen it, but if not, go watch it. tbh, even if you have seen it before, go watch it again.

david naughton was a doctor pepper spokesman before the filming of this movie. he was in at least a few bits of promotional material, including at least one commercial. unfortunately he lost the job because of the amount of time he spent dick out in this movie. doctor pepper did not want that to be the representation of their brand. cowards, the lot of them.

speaking of his dick, you actually never fully see it at any point in the movie despite the fact that it seems they never felt like telling david to wear pants on set. there is a reason for this! david (character) is jewish and canonically circumcised (dunno how else to put it) and david (actor) is neither of these things. so, to avoid ruining the realism in his. werewolf movie. john landis took great care to never show the whole thing.

the american ambassador who visits david in the hospital is played by frank oz, who also voices miss piggy. because of her brief cameo, he technically plays two different roles in this movie, although miss piggy is simply credited as “Herself” in the end credits of the movie. he also voices yoda which isn’t relevant but it is really funny to me.

see you next wednesday, which is the name of the porno in the movie, is actually a fun john landis easter egg! many of his movies include the phrase “see you next wednesday.” it’s also seen on posters in the subway scene.

in the scene where jack first visits david in the hospital, he was supposed to take a bite of david’s toast, after which it would immediately fall out of his ruined and torn to shreds throat. however, it was cut for being too gross. which is sad i feel like it could have been funny.

when david calls home to talk to his parents, he mentions two siblings: rachel and max. these are the names of the directors children in real life.

griffin dunne, who plays jack, also appears as the family therapist in a season 2 episode of succession. this was a jumpscare.

while they were filming the naked in the zoo scenes, they were unable to actually close the zoo, so when filming carried on past the opening time of the park, they just kept going and allowed butt naked david naughton to run loose around the zoo. they did, however, succeed in closing piccadilly circus for the car crash scene.

in the beginning when jack is being attacked by the werewolf, it was in fact half a wolf prop on the front of a wheelbarrow. this is a very funny vision for me.

jack is right - the five pointed star is considered the mark of the wolfman, according to 1941’s The Wolf Man, played by lon chaney junior and produced by universal pictures. the guy knows his stuff. interestingly, rick baker did the makeup for the 2010 remake of the wolf man as well. he did pretty good, i think.

this isn’t even about this movie but blues brothers is an awesome film too and a fun fact about that one is there was a whole part of the budget devoted to buying cocaine. and you can tell. great movie.

director john landis did in fact kill three people the year after this movie came out. so. i do feel a little bad promoting it because jesus christ. but. no harm no foul in pirating it. it’s one easy internet archive search away. and sometimes it’s on tubi. but just in case, here’s the internet archive link. https://archive.org/details/an-american-werewolf-in-london

so. anyways. please check out this baller ass movie and talk to me about it. thank you so much to whoever asked this. i love you. thanks for reading. bye.

[verdemoun]

What does everyone do for a job in the modern era?

i love posts like this where i just get to list the gang. thank u. i also think this is the first official complete list of all the canon timewarpers!

dutch: institutionalized, professional case study for psychologists hosea: retired, he earned it arthur: professional extra pair of hands. just helps people. later technically works for charles, despite charles insisting they're equals john: tradesman! specifically, a residential framer and carpenter javier: state-paid carer for kieran bill: ranchhand, ironically at the modern macfarlane ranch micah: seasonal paintball attendant. trucker in the off-season charles: self-employed handyman sean: pizza delivery driver. that is all lenny: professional student and later lecturer sadie: homesteader! she really went back to her pre-1899 life karen: stay-at-home mom and housekeeper uncle: retired. gang often ask when he wasn't retired abigail: after studying, became a professional assistant grimshaw: bartender and manager. she loves it strauss: insurance agent. he loves it, and his bosses love him trelawney: time-wimey man is still a con-artist kieran: he's on disability payments, finally not surviving for survival molly: influencer queen who preaches self-love and self-defense davey: imprisoned. maybe stocking shelves for the bit but right to jail mac: worked at a wholefoods before joining bill as a ranchhand jenny: waitress! she loves it, her boss approves of pouring hot coffee on the lap of creeps annabelle: human rights activist and UN ambassador bessie: womens history professor, we love an educated queen jack: unemployed writer who accidentally writes a bestseller isaac: mechanic but far more passionate about his hobbies eliza: also a waitress! ironically the same diner as jenny, though they didn't realize they were both timewarpers for months jake adler: homesteader with sadie, like they always should've been alden: everyone's favorite postman, still a postman

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Painted Up

Painted Up

Pairing: Josh Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Josh decides to experiment with stage makeup, which leads to more than a couple surprising things.

Warnings: Alcohol, mention of gender norms

Word Count: 2.8k

With any job, there were pros and cons.

The pros: It was a stress free environment, the traveling was amazing, and the guys were always polite and nothing but sweet to you. 

The cons: It was a little boring at times compared to your previous jobs of runway shows and horror movie special effects. But you couldn’t complain. What did you expect when you took a job as a makeup artist for a band of men?

There were four of them. Jake, Sam, Danny, and Josh.

Jake and Sam were simple. Once a week you’d be greeted by a cute face with long hair popping his head into the makeup and hair room before a show asking in the sweetest voice, “Do you have a second?” or “Can you cover something up for me?” To which you always said “Of course!” without hesitation. You’d sit them down, do what they needed, and in 5 minutes, they’d be out. 

Danny was a bit more daring. He had darker features than the other guys and he was willing to try eyeliner and experiment with colors. It was never anything crazy but with him not being up front, a little extra pop of something was exactly what he needed. And still, it was easy because nothing had to be precise. Whenever you tried something new on him, their photographer would be there to snap a photo of his look. 

But Josh? Josh was your favorite. As the front man, he got a little more extra attention from you in the makeup department. You covered up his sunburnt cheeks, separated his lashes with clear mascara, and filled his beard in occasionally. He was also a bit more talkative than the other guys so whenever he was in the chair, it was a nice time. 

He had a great personality and you loved conversations with him. It was no wonder people were captivated by him on stage. You were captivated by him when he was just his regular, everyday self. 

Part of you wished he could get more attention from you in other ways. You had to admit, he was cute. Very cute. His looks combined with his personality gave you butterflies that were hard to ignore. And you could never quite tell if he was flirting with you or just being polite.

But regardless, this was work and he was your client. You had to be strictly professional with him. 

One day, the band was shooting a few videos so you were really making sure you got each of them good. They each took a bit more time than usual since they had to be HD camera ready. You were giving Josh his usual fix, with just a bit more here and there when you saw his eyes wandering into your kit.

“What are those?” he asked, nudging his head to the little box of rhinestones you had next to your eye shadow collection. 

“Rhinestones,” you replied casually, shrugging your shoulders, “You know, for like, extravagant looks,” you said as you continued dotting his cheeks with concealer. You pulled back from him and leaned down into your kit to get a sponge. 

“Hm,” he paused, “Do you think I’d be fit for an extravagant look?” he asked, giving you a shy smile.

“Do you want an extravagant look?” you asked, looking at him with an I know you want it kind of smile. 

“That depends. Do you think I could pull it off?” he asked. 

His expression turned a little more serious with his question. You could tell he wasn’t simply nervous about being able to pull off the look. He was thinking a little deeper. This wasn't just concealer and clear mascara; and this was a bit different than just eyeliner on a drummer. This could push boundaries a bit. And even play around with gender norms. You could tell he wasn’t one hundred percent sure about this.

However, with all that being said, he could absolutely pull off an extravagant look and if it ruffles some feathers, who cares? It’s not like he’d be the only man to ever wear makeup. This is the 21st century after all. Besides, with his strong facial features, combined with his stage outfits and stage presence, he could pull off anything to be honest. 

“Are you kidding? You definitely could. I mean, look at you. Look at your stage outfits. Look at your face? A little sparkle and a little color would be perfect,” you said. 

He tucked his lips into his mouth, trying not to smile too wide. You could tell he liked the idea but was still a bit apprehensive.

“Here, you look through and see if there’s anything you like. And, if you do, we can try something out. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy if you don’t want it to be. It can be subtle.”

He pursed his lips to the side and nodded. Your reassurance to make things subtle if he wanted seemed to make him feel more confident. He turned himself in the chair and rested his elbow on the counter, peeking through the kit.

As he looked, he picked some products up to see the different colors of everything you had. His eyebrows furrowed as he went through the kit and put back ones he didn’t particularly care for. He was careful with everything he touched and he made sure he put everything back where it came from.  

Finally, he settled on a tube of gold liquid eye shadow and the container of rhinestones. 

“Ooh, gold?” you asked, a bit flirtatiously, as he placed them onto the counter.

“Yeah, right?” he asked, “Red and gold go well together, right?” he asked, looking down at his jumpsuit, which was a shade of deep red, and then looking up at you for your opinion.

You bit your lip, smiled at him, and nodded. 

You felt your heart stop and your smile faded as your eyes locked with his. 

In that moment, he was different than you’d ever seen him before. He wasn’t that confident and funny guy you always saw him as. He was shy and unsure of himself. 

He blinked and looked away quickly, putting an abrupt end to the eye contact. 

“Um, yeah, so, like, do you just wanna…” he trailed off, as he sat back in the chair.

“Yeah,” you said, “Do you have any idea of what you want me to do?”

“Not really,” he said with a sigh, “But I trust you.”

You stood  in front of him like you normally would and you got to work.

His eyes watched your hands as you twisted the cap off the eyeshadow tube and scraped off the excess product on the container. 

“Close your eyes,” you whispered as you brought the applicator to his face.

He did as you said and you began delicately painting his eyelid with the gold shimmer. 

When you got to the outer corner, you began a downturned wing of gold, which quickly became something more.

You got lost in the art. Josh was the perfect canvas, it was easy to get carried away with him. 

Before you knew it, you were looking at five points of gold, resembling the sun, running down his cheeks. 

He looked unbelievable. 

“You can open now,” you said to Josh. 

He opened his eyes as you turned back to your kit to get tweezers, glue, and the rhinestones he chose. 

You picked up a rhinestone in the tweezers and applied glue to the back. Slowly, you leaned forward towards Josh and brought it to his face. 

This was the closest you’ve ever been to him. Your faces were just inches apart. You could feel him exhaling through his nose slowly on your wrist. You could smell cologne on his neck. You were trying to concentrate on the task before you, making sure the rhinestone went in just the right spot. But Josh was making your job hard. Not to mention, you could see his eyes looking at yours the entire time. 

Rhinestone by rhinestone, he wasn’t breaking his stare. 

After you placed the last rhinestone to his face, you pulled back just a bit to get a full look at the sun burst on his face and swiped your fingertips across it with feather light motions. 

“Perfect,” you whispered.

“Yeah, perfect,” he repeated. He wasn’t talking about the makeup. 

When you finally looked into his eyes, he was looking deep into yours. 

There was silence for a few moments until Josh spoke.

“Would it be super unprofessional if I-”

“No,” you cut him off as you shook your head.

Slowly, his hand came up off where it was resting on his lap and he held your jaw lightly. 

He pulled your face closer to his and you both closed your eyes and connected your lips. 

The kiss was soft and sweet. His lips were warm and fit perfectly on yours. 

The two of you broke the kiss and pulled back in the slightest bit. 

You stared at each other for a few seconds until you each broke into smiles.

“Maybe, red and gold aren't the only things that go well together,” he whispered.

“Maybe,” you giggled.

Years passed and you went from being Greta Van Fleet’s make-up artist to gaining a new title.

Josh’s girlfriend. 

You kept your job with them despite your relationship status and when you were working, the two of you kept things very professional. Except when you were alone of course. If Josh’s dressing room door was locked- it was obvious that you weren’t just doing his makeup.

What started off as a relatively boring job touring as a makeup artist for a band of men completely changed your life. The job you once thought was easy and boring, had turned into the most exciting time in your life and it had brought you the love of your life (and three amazing friends).

Throughout the next couple of years on tour, Jake and Sam would come to you for their usual quick touch ups as always. But Josh and Danny kept the more extravagant looks going. 

Danny caught on to the rhinestones and before you knew it, you were lining his eyes with black eyeliner and gluing colored rhinestones around them. He also started asking for more which led to completely smoking out his eyes with black eyeshadow. He loved the intense dark look of it and you liked that it really brought something out in him, personality wise too.

Josh stuck to the rhinestones for a while. He liked having them in different designs and he even suggested to place them down his chest at one point. 

You taught them both how to properly take the makeup and rhinestones off in a safe way, instead of just rubbing their eyes or scratching them off. Josh listened, Danny didn’t as much. He liked the little extra black the remnants of his makeup left for his everyday self. 

Regardless, Josh loved the rhinestones so much that he started taking videos of the process of getting his makeup done. He would film himself on his phone and call it his “Rhinestone Diary.” He said he wanted to capture the memories of getting his makeup done on tour and that it was his favorite part of his pre-show routine. 

Eventually, the social media team took that one over and it became a thing for Josh to do before shows. He turned it into a whole comedy sketch and the fans loved to see what you saw in him- his personality and his captivating show looks. 

Before you knew it, the tour the guys had been on for almost a year was coming to an end. You were in Josh’s dressing room with him and Danny doing both of their makeup. 

Jake and Sam got their usual touch ups and went their separate ways to continue preparing for the show. The door was wide open and people were coming in and out with questions and orders for them.

Danny’s makeup was done and you were carefully applying gold eyeshadow to Josh’s eyelids when Sam walked in, ready to go on stage. 

“Whatcha doin’?” Sam asked as he sat down with a can of hard seltzer in hand. He picked at some of the products you had set out for Josh and inspected them carefully.

“Eyeshadow,” you said softly as you concentrated on the art you were creating on Josh’s face. You brought the brush across his eyelid and swiped the gold across his temple. You continued, adding horizontal stripes of gold down his cheeks. 

“Wanna do me next?” he asked.

“I already did you, Sam,” you said, still concentrating on Josh’s face.

“No like, really do me. Like how you do Daniel and Josh,” he said.

Danny lifted his head up from his phone. Josh’s eyes snapped open, and you turned your head to Sam; all three of you were in a state of shock.

“What?” he giggled as he looked at you all looking at him. 

“You want me to do your makeup? Like makeup, makeup?”

“Yeah, give me something. Nothing dark. But,” he paused, “surprise me.”

“Let me finish your brother and then I’m all yours, Samuel,” you said, smiling. 

Sam smiled, sat down on top of the counter, and swung his feet back and forth. He waited patiently for Josh to be done and then swapped places in the chair with him when it was his turn.

“Make me beautiful,” he said, smiling as he sat up tall in the chair.

“Eh, you need a lot of work. I’ll see what I can do,” you teased.

You all laughed as you inspected Sam’s face for options of what to do.

He had perfect skin and down turned eyes, which gave him a lot of lid space that extended from the inner corners, all the way out to the sides of his face with a perfect downturned swoop.

You decided on a little black mascara, which he flinched when you applied it, gold winged eyeliner which covered his eyelids, and a few rhinestones across his lash lines.

You completed his look and turned him around so he could get a good look of himself. 

His eyes widened and his face lit up at the sight of himself. 

“Woah, this is sick, Y/N. Thank you!” he said happily as he turned his head back and forth to get a good look.

The three of them stood in the mirror and gushed over their looks for the night as you started packing your kit away.

“What are you doing? We have like 10 minutes,” a deeper voice called from the doorway. 

You all turned your attention to Jake who was in his suit, ready to go. 

All three boys turned around and Jake’s mouth opened slightly when he saw Sam, who usually never had anything on his face for shows. 

“Jake, do you want a makeup look too?” you said, stretching out your words.

“No,” he laughed, quite certain with himself. 

“Come on! Do it with us,” Sam begged.

“You’re the only one without it,” Danny added.

“You’re gonna look stupid,” Josh said.

Jake looked at all of them with a conflicted face. You could tell he didn’t want to be left out but he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea.

It was the same face you saw on Josh years ago when the idea of makeup was first brought up. 

After a few seconds of silence, you spoke.

“Jake, it doesn’t have to be like theirs. I could do something subtle,” you explained.

The room was silent except for the quiet whispers of “Come on,” and “Please?” coming from the guys behind you. 

Finally, Jake broke. 

“Okay fine. But just a little.”

The guys cheered and Jake fought back a smile.

You sat Jake down and grabbed a singular black eyeliner pencil. You traced his upper and lower lash lines lightly and then, while it was still fresh, grabbed a brush and blurred it out. You pulled it out just a bit at the outer corner of his eye to create a subtle winged look. 

It took two minutes. 

“What do you think? If you hate it, we can take it off,” you asked, holding a handheld mirror in front of him. 

“No,” he paused, “I actually kind of like it,” he said as the other guys got peeks. 

“Five minutes till stage,” you heard a voice call into the room, snapping everyone's attention toward the door. There were two security guards waiting to escort the guys there for the show.

You put the eyeliner away and the guys thanked you and you wished them luck as they left the room and headed to the stage. 

Josh waited for you. When you were done putting the eyeliner away, he pulled you in by the waist and kissed you sweetly. 

“You think Jake really likes it?” you asked, running your hands down his satin sleeves and locking your fingers with his. 

Josh nodded and kissed you again, “Yes,” he said, “I know it.”

You smiled at him and breathed a small sigh of relief.

“You do a good job. Maybe we should keep you around,” Josh teased as the two of you began to walk out of his dressing room and toward the stage, hand in hand.

“Maybe,” you giggled. 

[strawhbrrries]

masterlist

requests are currently open for: frank castle, frankie morales, dagger squad, joel miller and rhett abbott

Joel Miller

three gifts and a kiss: three gifts and a kiss is all it took for you to break the walls around Joel Miller’s heart.

Frankie Morales

can't shoot whiskey: you can’t shoot whiskey and somehow you end up in frankie’s room.

Frank Castle

cowgirl: a trip to the store with your dad’s best friend ends in a lack of a swimsuit and the feeling of his beard scratching you forever engraved in your mind.

ride, cowgirl: neither of you can keep last night off your mind, needing more Frank finds comfort in your room.

cowboy hats: five days and five nights without a single word from frank, what an asshole. an asshole who looks too damn good in a cowoy hat.

dbf!frank castle + guitar: frank picks up the guitar and plays it on his porch

dirty, greedy, girl: you need a place to stay and you find comfort in Frank’s bed (underneath him).

tattoo artist!frank: you take the chance with a very praised tattoo artist and find out how ruggedly handsome he is.

frank castle + vacation: you finally convince frank to take a vacation and he does actually enjoy it.

frank castle + the club: frank is finding it increasingly hard not to fuck you in front of the entire club.

frank nap headcannons

inked: frank castle was praised for his work constantly, leading you to get a thigh piece. which then leads you into a problem because your artist is so fucking attractive.

delicate masterlist: a sweet older gentleman moves into the house next door, or rather a few acres away. he spends a few evenings with your dad and consequently earns the attention of a much younger girl, you.

frank castle + jersey shore: no matter how much frank denied liking reality tv, he always ends up watching in twenty minutes later.

frank castle + finding pretty shells: frank finds you the prettiest shells at the beach!

all that matters masterlist!: working with a world renowned tattoo artist who knows his own beauty has more cons than pros. the main one being that he's infuriating and it turns you on.

invisible string: all along there was some invisible string tying you to frank castle.

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

bradley "rooster" bradshaw + poison by bell biv devoe: miss her, kiss her, love her.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

robert "bob" floyd + the florist: bob visits your floral shop everyday.

robert "bob" floyd + concerts: all the reasons bob was glad he went to a concert with you.

babys breath masterlist: bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms jake seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

Rhett Abbott

hell on heels: you made the devil a deal; he made you pretty, he made you smart and rhett abbott she’s coming after you.

hell on heels pt.2: how long can rhett sneak around honey before his actions catch up to him?

rhett abbott + “i love you, every part of you”: rhett loves you, every part of you. even the parts you hate.

rhett abbott + lazy sundays: sundays with rhett were your favorite day of the week.

[nerdykeppie]

NerdyKeppie staff after a convention weekend.

Thank you for coming to see us at Rose City Comic Con last weekend! Jake & Emet will be at Hotel Zags' Night Market tomorrow from 6-9 PM - come see us and other local Portland artists.

We've canceled our booth at Salem Pride - Spider won't be released back to unrestricted post-surgery activity until after that weekend, so maybe this was a little too ambitious a plan for us.

But! We're giving GeekGirlCon a shot this year, so plan to come out and see us Nov 9th & 10th in Seattle!

And - as always - you can find our ongoing show schedule online:

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👮‍♂️🤠🕴️🐓I Want You to See Everyday How Good-Looking I Am🐓🕴️🤠👮‍♂️

Come admire this perfect Forsty commission for my Hangster White Collar AU. It's THE Jake Statue.

With Darling Brisket, who's the latest addition to the verse! :P Couldn't resist not including the puppy! 🫶

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Other White Collar & Top Gun related posts: general Plot > Criminal Consultant!Jake & FBI Agent!Bradley > The Bradshaw Kazansky Mitchell Family.

If you EVER have the chance to commission @forsty, go for it. The artist has this ability to see what's in your mind and draw your thoughts beyond perfection. And I would like to also thank @thebahwrites who's an absolute delight of an assistant. ❤️

[gretavangroupie]

Vigilance: The Outtakes - Plan A

Word count: 3.6k

Pairings: Jake x OC, Sam x Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, drinking, smoking, language, angst

A/N: Hey! Welcome to Vigilance: The Outtakes! Not everything can make the cut, right? These outtakes will be short snippets of things that we cut from the original story during the editing process, but are still important to the overall storyline and may even provide a bit of background information on previously mentioned plots, characters and themes. These outtakes will not be posted on a schedule, but will be released as we see fit. Keep your eyes peeled you won't want to miss these!

APRIL 2021

JOSH POV

How did I get conned into this? Isn’t this Jake’s band? You pulled your keys from the ignition, and jumped out of the car. You didn’t want to go to this thing. The album didn’t even release for another week, but one of you had to go, and Jake refused. Sam and Daniel had actual excuses, but you? Nothing. So here you were, walking through the loaded parking lot into The Blue Room, ready to leave before you even walked in. 

As you downed your tequila soda you found yourself actually having an alright time. You did your duty, and rubbed elbows with your colleagues, talking about the new album and how excited you were for the release next week. Completely unencumbered by your brothers you were able to speak freely on the topic, explaining the ins and outs of the concept uninterrupted. After another drink and some more slightly dull conversation, you made your way to your table depositing your keys and phone before you sat.

The President of UMG spoke at length about the impact all of the new releases would make on the company, and how each artist was important to the overall growth. A load of shit. The newer artists ate it up though, believing every word. You sat back, sipping on your drink as you watched the slideshow presentation of each artist and the new album they would be releasing. Sam would have hated this. You were counting the minutes until you could leave. 

As it neared the end, you knew you’d be up at any moment, and right on cue you heard the intro to ‘My Way, Soon’ and a photo of the album appeared on the screen. You stood with your drink, and motioned to the room as they acknowledged your work. As the applause concluded, your eyes caught on someone. You took your seat, and tried to focus in on her, trying to place her face when it hit you. Y/N?

No. Surely it couldn’t be. She is still in Michigan. Then, she's gone from your line of sight. Convincing yourself that it couldn't be her, you moved on with the night, but in the back of your mind you still had a nagging feeling. You discreetly grab your phone from the table, pulling it down underneath the table as you pull up your texts. Jake. Wait, no. Bad idea. Would Sam know if she moved? Do they even talk anymore? No. I shouldn’t do this. 

You put your phone in your pocket but quickly remember Instagram. You type her name into the search bar, only to be met with a notification that you were blocked. Oh. You shove your phone into your pocket and follow the rest of the crowd to the bar, deciding on one more drink before you call it a night. 

A little while later after a conversation with a suit goes south, you decide that you have put in enough time here, and make your way towards the doors. Halfway through the parking lot you stick your hand into your pocket, only to realize that you left your keys on the table. Fuck.

Stepping back inside the building, you see that most of the people have cleared out, and that the event staff were hard at work starting to clean up from tonight's festivities. You head straight for your table, and as you approach you can see your keys laying there, right where you left them. You hook your pointer finger into the keyring and spin them around your finger as you turn to head back out, but a pair of familiar eyes catch yours, and you suddenly have your confirmation. 

You tilt your head as you realize. Your legs automatically carry you towards her, whether you like it or not. Stepping up to her at the empty table, you take her in. She’s changed a lot over the last few years, but you can still feel that draw towards her, the same one Jake always talked about. 

“Y/N?” you ask, needing to hear her verbal confirmation that you weren’t losing your mind.

She turns the rest of the way to face you as she nervously answers, “Hi, Josh.”

Just hearing her voice brings a smile to your face, “Oh my god, it is you. I…I thought it was you earlier, but I couldn’t tell. I convinced myself that it couldn’t be. I… Oh my god, how are you? What are you doing here?” you ask in succession.

“Well…I kind of live here now. I work for Collective Artist Management.” she says nervously. “I graduate next month.”

Oh my god, she lives here? Wait, graduating? Has it been that long?

You reach your hand out, placing it on her arm, “Y/N, that is amazing! You fucking did it, huh! You live here? In Nashville?”

She smiles bashfully at your enthusiasm, “Yeah, I moved here at the end of January, beginning of February… something like that. Been working and trying to meet new people and get to know my new city.” 

She’s lived here that long and you are just now running into her?

“How did we end up in the same city again?” you laugh, trying to make light of what you knew could have been a very heavy conversation. 

You quickly pull your phone from your pocket, pulling up her contact and flashing the screen towards her, “Is this still your number?” you ask.

“Yep, that’s me.” she answers with a smile.

You knew what you had to do. You’d thought about it for years. If you ever got a chance, you’d do it. For him. 

“Good, can we uh… can I text you? Maybe we can get drinks tomorrow or something?” you ask, turning on the charm. 

“Yeah, that would be fine. I’m sure I have a lot to catch up on.” she laughs.

If you only knew. 

“Yeah, just a bit. I’ll talk to you tomorrow?” you laugh, placing your hand on her shoulder.

“Yep, talk to you then.” she says, with a smile just as you pull her in for a hug. Your arms wrap around her neck as you hug her, hoping and praying that this wasn’t just a chance meeting. But something in your gut tells you that it wasn’t. There was a reason you were here tonight, and it wasn’t for the music. 

You shove your hands into your pockets as you walk to your car, the parking lot nearly empty now. As you climb into your car you sit for a moment, collecting your thoughts, mind reeling from seeing her, here in your city. Should you even tell Jake?

You drive home in silence, letting your mind wander and weave as it usually does. She agreed to drinks. You formed a plan, a crazy one. But, some of your best ideas were formed in moments of chaos. As you pulled into your driveway, you grabbed your phone, opening your group text with the guys to execute step one. 

You

9:49pm: Drinks tomorrow night?

Sam

9:52pm: Since when do we plan in advance?

Daniel

9:55pm: Where?

You

9:56pm: Fable?

Sam

9:57pm: That pretentious ass bar in Midtown?

Jake

10:00pm: I can try. What time?

You

10:03pm: 8:30?

Jake:

10:05pm: Okay

Sam

10:07pm: Yeah sounds good

Daniel

10:08pm: Sure

Step one done. God dont fuck this up.

—

The next day was a blur, in and out of meetings all day, radio interviews and the like. By the time you were leaving the office you realized you hadn’t even texted Y/N yet, so caught up in making sure your brothers would be there. 

You:

3:40pm: Fable Lounge at 8?

Y/N

3:51pm: See you then!

Thank god. 

Your anxiety began to bloom. What if this is a bad idea? None of them will be expecting it. What if she gets mad?

You knew all it would take was for her and Jake to see each other again. You knew when you were kids that she was it for him. The past few years, living his life going through the motions, finally finding Sophia and seeing a small spark of his former self return. But it wasn't the same. The flame was dull and burning out, and you knew there was only one way to reignite it. 

—

As you opened the door to the bar you took a seat, and ordered a drink. You struck up a conversation with the bartender to ease your nerves of seeing her walk in at any moment. Your heart was racing in your chest, you knew what you were doing was kind of wrong, but you also knew if you told any of them, none of them would have showed up. 

You heard her walking up, looking perfect in tight jeans and a bomber jacket, her hair hanging in waves over her shoulders. She grabbed the seat next to you, spinning to meet your eyes. 

“Heyyyy, there she is!” you said, bringing her in for a hug, “It’s so good seeing a familiar face in town. Whatcha drinking tonight?” 

She smiles as she pulls away, “Rum and Coke?”

You nod your head to the bartender listening in on the greeting and turn your attention back to her. He slid her the drink and the two of you chatted, catching up on each other's lives, successes, failures and everything in between. You could tell she was starting to relax, smiling more, and laughing at every stupid joke you told her. It was nice. To be completely honest you missed her too. 

You had grown close that summer in the shitty rental house, staying up late, watching movies, and playing music. She loved Jake fiercely, and you loved her because of it. You cared for her as if she was your family, because in all honesty, that's exactly how it felt. When she left Jake you felt every ounce of his pain, wishing you could bear it all for him just so that he didn’t have to. The first few months were hard. Him and Sam were a complete wreck. You questioned if the band would even continue after a few fights. But it did, and now you were here, wondering if this decision was going to be the best one you ever made, or the worst. But now it was time to get to the real reason you were here. 

“Don’t have anyone steady in your life?” you ask, trying to seem casual. 

She laughs, “No, nothing serious.” she pauses, looking down at her drink, “Things just haven’t felt right...in a while. Ya know?”

“Do I know?” you ask, seemingly unknowing, while knowing exactly. 

She sighed heavily, tracing her fingers over the bartop, “Of course you know, Josh. You’ve always known.” 

“Hmm... Well… maybe you’ve found yourself back in the right place again.” you say, lifting your glass to her, and tapping the two together. 

Right on cue the door opened, as your eyes flicked towards the new patrons, knowing it would be seconds before things would go really well or really poorly.

You swallowed nervously as you watched Y/N turn around to see what your attention was focused on. Danny, Sam, Jake and Sophia all barreled through the door. 

Shit, not Sophia. 

You stood from your chair, walking to meet them as they walked towards you, smiling nervously towards Jake as he looked at you. 

You stood in front of her, not letting them see who she was, probably thinking she was some random girl you met tonight, but boy were they in for a shock. 

You stepped out to the side, revealing her face as her bar stool spun around. “SURPRISE! Look who I found!” you said. 

“Josh, what the fuck!” she whispered into your ear.

Shit, she’s mad.

You watched on as Sam and Daniel took her into friendly hugs, each of them expressing their shock to see her. 

Jake cut his eyes at you, absolutely stunned. You tried to calm him with a look, but there was only so much you could do with Sophia by his side. You didn’t think he would bring her, but there always has to be a wrench in the plan. You listened in as Sam commandeered the conversation with Y/N, giving you a moment to slip away and talk to Jake. 

“Gonna hit the bathroom real quick.” you say, patting him on the shoulder and you watch as he whispers to Sophia, making quick work of joining you. 

He is hot on your heels into the bathroom, as you find your way to the open urinal. 

“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you.” you offer, staring at him over the divider.

“You’re goddamn right, I wouldn’t have. Instead you just let me show up with Sophia.” he snaps.

“So much time has passed Jake. She lives here now. She’s working for Collective.” you say, zipping your pants.

“So that’s how you found her.” he replies.

“Yeah, last night at that party. Collective organized the event. If I hadn’t left my keys on the table I would have never seen her. She looks good, Jake. She’s doing good. I’m sure she would talk to you if you said hello.” you say.

“No. I can’t. I…don’t even know what I would say. Fuck, why did you do this?” he snaps.

You send him a knowing look, and he scoffs. “No.”

“I know you better than that Jake…” you say, looking over your shoulder as you wash your hands. “You wouldn’t have followed me in here if you didn’t care.”

“What about Sophia, Josh? You want me to just go talk to Y/N like it's nothing? She doesn’t even know about her.” he replies.

“So you’re considering it…” you smile smugly.

“Dont fucking push me.” he said, pointing his finger and pulling the bathroom door open. You follow behind him, and smile to yourself. Step two, check. 

As you return back to the bar you see Jake walk back over to Sophia, taking his place next to her and tossing back his drink. You tried to break the tension by offering up a few good stories, and letting the conversation flow naturally from there. As the night went on, everyone started to become a little more loose, including Sam.

You studied him as he glued himself to her side. The look in his eye, one you hadn’t seen in years. He was positively smitten with her, and rightfully so. You waited for Jake to walk over, say hello, introduce Sophia, but as the minutes ticked by he stayed sitting, not once even looking her way. You could tell he was out of sorts, definitely deep within his head, probably reliving that summer over and over as she stood in front of him now.

Come on Jake, don’t blow this…

“Shots?! Anyone want a shot? Let’s do shots.” Sam said, clapping his hands excitedly.

Perfect timing Sammy. 

As Y/N protested you nodded to Jake to join the group, and he begrudgingly agreed.

The six of you crowded into a small circle and raised the tiny glasses into the air. You watched as Jake lifted his eyes to look at her, and as she looked back, he turned away. God damn it. Break the tension.

“To new memories and old friends, may we be ever compliant with what time throws toward us, and may we accept with grace and dignity!” you said, raising your glass into the air. You tried using your words as best you could to speak to Jake and Y/N, hoping they would pick up on your insinuations. 

As everyone tipped their glasses to their lips, you swallowed yours down, hoping the shot would give Jake the courage he needed.

As you started a conversation with Daniel, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Sam and Y/N continued to talk, Sam inching himself closer and closer to her. 

Daniel bumped his elbow into yours, signaling for you to take a look at what you were already seeing. He noticed that they were getting a bit cozy, too. 

As Daniel continues to talk, you watch Sam pay his bar tab, and pull his coat on. The fuck is he going? Is he leaving?

He grabs her hand and leads her to the door as your heart starts to race. Oh fuck.

You spun in your chair, making moves to get up and stop them, but as he pulled the door open he turned to face you, “See you guys later, we’re going to get into some trouble. Get the bail money ready, bitches!”

She offered a small wave, and for the briefest moment her eyes flicked to Jake’s, sending him a look only he would know, before the door closed behind her.

She just left. With Sam.

You could almost feel Jake’s heart explode, and then fall. First from the quick but longing look she gave him, and then from her disappearing before his eyes. With your brother. And god, it hurt you too. 

From the other end of the counter you watched as Jake tapped his fingers on the bartop, looking your way. You looked back at him, as he slowly nodded his head silently telling you that this was a mistake. You could tell he was mad. Hurt even? Definitely hurt. Shit. 

He turns his attention to the bartender, ordering a double and drinking it down within minutes. You were wracked with guilt. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. They were supposed to talk, say hello, anything. But her leaving with Sam? That was never part of the plan. 

Danny had his attention focused on the wrestling match on the TV, as you turned to him. “I just fucked up.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to say anything, but I don’t think any of us saw that coming.” he says, turning his attention to you.

“I just thought maybe if they, you know, could see each other again after all this time…” you trailed off.

“What, that they would just magically fall in love again? They could just pick up and pretend like she didn’t leave him and then disappear for three years?” he laughs from the rim on his glass.

“Well, not exactly Daniel, I just thought maybe…I just know they both feel it still. I know Jake does at least. It's obvious to me.” you say, still lightheaded from feeling what Jake felt moments ago. 

“Maybe. He is definitely out of it down there…” he says, glancing down towards Jake. You turn your head too, watching as Sophia talks to him, while he gazes blankly into the distance. He is completely engulfed in his own thoughts. You’re sure he hasn’t heard a word Sophia has said since the moment they walked into this bar.

You turn back to Daniel, “God…If her and Sam…” you say, raising your eyebrows. “...You know…”

Daniel takes a deep breath, “I know Sam. He’s going to take his shot. I haven’t seen him like that since…” he pauses, “...fuck, since high school honestly.”

“Sam knows what Jake went through. Surely he wouldn’t…” you say.

Daniel raises his eyebrows and tips back the rest of his drink. “Don’t be so sure. I know what Sam is like when he’s trying to take someone home. That being said, do you have a plan B, by chance?” he laughs.

Your brow furrows, and suddenly it hits you. You know exactly what to do. “You know what Daniel…actually, I do.”

A few drinks later you are helping Sophia walk Jake back to her car, holding his arm around your shoulder.

“I don’t know what got into him. I have never seen him drink that much that quickly!” Sophia says, letting you carry most of his weight.

Jake pipes in, a slurring mess, “Wouldn’t be the firssstime…” he says, giving his best British accent, “Ahh….buttt youcan blame himm thissstime…orrrr’er, I dunnoo…”

You tighten your grip on his fist, silently telling him to shut up before he makes a mistake and says something he shouldn't.

You load him into the passenger seat, and as Sophia is walking around to the other side of the car you lean in and whisper in his face, “Shut your fucking mouth Jake, or you’re going to say something you regret.” 

He gives you a drunken groan, and waves you off. You walk to the drivers side of the car and talk to Sophia through the window, telling her to call you if she needs anything, and saying a silent prayer that he passes out as soon as they get home. 

Tonight didn’t go how you imagined it. The thought never crossed your mind that she would leave with Sam, but you said it yourself. She had changed. Really, you probably didn’t know her at all anymore. But what you did know was that as she walked out the door tonight, the last thing she saw was Jake, and she was waiting for him to ask her not to go.

So now as you lay in your bed, you think, long and hard. Plan B never really occurred to you until the second plan A flew out the window. Plan B would be harder to execute, but if you could pull it off, you’re sure it would only be a matter of time until they made amends. You knew Jake, you knew he would break. He was drawn to her like a magnet, and now that he knew she was around, the pull would only grow stronger and stronger.

You set your alarm, and turned off the lamp, formulating exactly what you were going to say, and how you were going to say it. Tomorrow you would make the call to Collective.

Tomorrow would start plan B.

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[andiatas]

Came across a ff idea in my notes yesterday & I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Imagine:

Hamish & Priya money laundering through real estate

Bobby as a master pickpocket & con-artist

Suresh & Marisol working overtime as the gang's lawyers

Jakub & Dylan as the no-thoughts-just-vibes muscles

Levi, Jake, Lucas, Youcef, Marshall, Lewie, Roberto & Joyo are all "honey traps" (need someone sweet or charming? Jake or Lewie. need someone smooth? Roberto, Youcef or Marshall will get it done. need a classic fuckboy? Levi, Joyo or Lucas, depending on the situation)

Chelsea always gets sent out to distract the police & it works every single time

Will partake in art fraud

Need a makeover or a disguise of some sort? Lottie & Grace has you covered (though they can't stand each other so everyone knows not to call them in at the same time)

[terry-perry]

Can I request either a Dad!Miguel O’Hara or Dad!Moon Knight where they’re singing luna de xelajú with their partner (the reader) and/or their daughter? thank you and I love your writing ❤️

Love this song!

Italicized lyrics - Marcy singing

Bold lyrics - Jake singing

Bold and italicized lyrics - Both singing

You woke up later than intended. It had been a long night as you had done plenty of online work until 2 in the morning. You wanted to spend a good chunk of hours not looking at a screen. Now that some of those hours were spent sleeping, it was time for food. Before that, however, you reached over to your husband's side of the bed. Unfortunately, it was empty.

"Aww," you whined softly. You must've slept longer than intended.

You slowly lifted your head off the pillow to listen for an idea of where he could be. The sound you were met with was unexpected as you heard two guitars strumming in melody.

They were at it again, you realized with a smile.

You slipped out of bed and made your way out of the bedroom. The music grew louder as you walked down the hall. You could hear Marcy's soft singing, almost like she was whispering. She had such a lovely voice. You and your husband wished she showed it off more.

You hoped these little sessions would do just the thing to help her come out of her shell, at least a little.

You entered the kitchen and, sure enough, your husband and daughter were seated at the table, continuing to play and sing together.

"Luna de Xelajú que supistes alumbrar,"

Marcy was getting better with her Spanish. You had Jake to thank for mastering the language. He was the side of your husband who spoke it, and he found the best way to teach her. He fueled his lessons with her love for music and taught her about songs he thought she'd enjoy.

The song they were currently playing together came with a sad love story involving a romance forced to end. The singer could only plead to the moon and wish for their love to return somehow. It was beautiful and tragic. Marcy loved it right away.

"En mis noches de pena por una morena de dulce mirar,"

"Luna de Xelajú me diste inspiración,"

"La canción que hoy te canto regada con llanto de mi corazón,"

Through Jake, she was able to discover a wide variety of music by Latin artists. He also showed her how to properly perform their songs by pronouncing them in a proper accent. He told her about the importance of rolling her rs and the tilde, among other things that made her sound almost like a native Spanish speaker.

"En mi vida no habrá, más cariño que tu mi amor,"

He never had doubts about her picking up the language. Not only was it in her blood but he knew once she put her mind to something, nothing could stop her from achieving her goals. He saw that in the way she mastered the guitar in only a few months and then added singing to the mix. It was just the confidence she needed a little more work on.

"Luna que me alumbro en mis noches de amor,"

You leaned against the archway and enjoyed the last few moments of the song with a soft smile. No matter what side of your husband was interacting with your daughter, they were always such a great source of strength and comfort to you as you were to them. Each special bond was hard to replicate. You were just happy Marcy could have one with each of them.

"Hoy consuelas la pena,"

"Por una morena que me abandono."

You gave a little applause for their performance. They, at last, acknowledged your presence by grinning at you in appreciation before Marcy turned back to Jake.

"¿Cómo estaba ese papi?" She casually asked her father how she did after the song was finished.

Jake chuckled warmly and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.

"Mucho mejor mi luna. ¡Bien hecho!"

[ominoose]

Honoured to have been tagged by @my-secret-shame, legendary paw patrol stan.

How many works do you have on AO3? Three. All abandonded, two are Naruto and ones DC. Darker times...

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 7,541. I haven't posted there in years.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Oscar Isaac almost exclusively. In my head I also write for... is cryptids a fandom? I write the best horror novels in my head, putting HP Lovecraft to shame. One day someone will give me an Oscar character with a horror prompt and it will be the best day ever.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Since I don't even have five fics on AO3, I'll do tumblr instead. Also just gonna stick to Oscar stuff, the only other posts are slasher ones.

Pumpkin Porno In My VeinsTo Be Involved Blue Jones The Makeup Artist Oscar Characters Dating a Witchy Reader

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I response to almost all of them! There's some where I don't know what to say so... I kinda don't. But I do try my hardest, I appreciate when people take time to say a kind word to me and like to return that.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uh... I don't know that I've ever written one. I do absolutely love angst and I feel I could write it decently well, but to end with angst? I simply cannot. Maybe Caladan Attacks, since its basically on the line of non-con with no hope of escape?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The Moon Knight system playing minecraft with you post is just silly, self indulgent fluff that was so funny to write. So thats a very happy one.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have never, which I'm happy to keep like that.

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind? I've written about maybe six smut ever, it's all here and it's... the Oscar Isaac character kind. Or it's always got plot even when I don't mean for it too. I'll get 1k wc in and go "Why the fuck have I not even gotten to the smut yet?".

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I wrote the Steven Grant Travelling the Oscar Verse thingy, where Steven accidentally teleports to Poe Dameron, Leto Atreides and Basil Stitt. Was crazy because I didn't make Steven and Leto bang.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? No. Unless they stole it really well and I don't know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Once with an MHA x reader thing back in the day. It also got put on youtube! Highest achievement.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Nope, no clue how it works and too nervous to accept an offer.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Oh no idea, it always depends on what I'm into. Currently in the Oscar fandom I have a bunch of random ships in my head I imagine for god knows what reason.

Steven/Jake Steven/Cecil William/Jake Blue/Jake Me/Jake

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There's a MK system x reader breeding request I've stared at so many times yet cannot muster the strength to finish. Idk why. I just cannot. Won't delete it though.

16. What are your writing strengths? When I'm in the zone I can crack out four fics in a day. I feel I can put a decent amount of character depth.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I burn out so, so easily when writing. Maybe I need more practice, but it burns out my want to write and my love for the thing I'm into.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I only know English and Scots, but there's nothing to write Scots for and people are rude about it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Naruto, back in the dark ages.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? A Fake Taxi because the concept is so fun, I was encouraged by a friend and it's my first ever smut so that's a milestone!

Thanks again for the tag <3 My no pressure tags are: @winniethewife @minispidey @lunaesidus