#this was playing like a movie scene in my head last night based on a conversation we had

[llovely]

here's a fake interview about my me & my girlfriend that i transcribed from my head. enjoy!

[purity-in-blood]

On Your Knees For Salvation

Minors don’t interact! This is 18+ and I beg of you to heed the warnings

Notes-I got a very, very carried away but this was such a blast to write! There were so many routes I could go with this particular scene. Either way I really hope you like it! If there’s anything else you’d want me to write based on the shooting don’t hesitate to send it in.

Tate Langdon x female reader

Trigger warnings: Heavy mention of school shooting, mention of religion (derogatory), foul language, forced worship, superiority/God complex, authoritative kink, dacryphilia, degradation, choking, biting, rape/non-con, loss of virginity, voyeurism, blood kink, gun play, slight knife play, throat fucking, boot worship, dumbification

Tate Langdon walked through the halls of Westfield with practically a bounce in his step. He knew all too well the stares he’s currently getting will soon transform into terror once it’s the right time. For the past 6 weeks he’s fantasized about this very moment and played around with every scenario imaginable. In his mind, this will kickstart a revolution that’ll help purify the world plagued with sinners and a controlling government. Today is one Tate wholeheartedly looked forward to—a cool autumn day that’s perfect for hiding a gun under a trenchcoat, worn many times already with this uniform.

He began shooting in one of the hallways closest to the cafeteria so they didn’t have a clear exit from there. With each shot he relished in the way there’s always a different reaction—a scream, cursing, trying to keep running which only prompted a second bullet to enter. Tate deliberately steps on a wounded student while moving through the carnage, he noticed them crawling and thought to place a boot onto their back, keeping them in place. He took aim at their neck before pulling the trigger even as they tried pleading. The blood splatter wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest, he sucked in a breath and continued walking as the sight and smell of crimson threatened to overwhelm him. Pools of blood, binders and parts of flesh were scattered as well in a way that all seemed like a horror movie set. He violently kicked at a binder in his way and send papers all over, laughing at how everything so easy fell into place. This was only the start of his wrath on those he deemed unclean. Tate had this hunch you’d be hiding studying in the library today so that’s his next destination. There’s no rush after all.

Today I was with my one of best friends, Stephanie, studying for some upcoming English test we forgot about last night. The session together went smoothly until there was this strange popping noise. It made studying far more difficult once tension spread throughout the room an hour later.

I heard what was happening before realizing the dire situation as the entire school ran through the hallway. Screaming was soon accompanied by gunshots which immediately sent me into fight or flight as a student burst through the door. Everyone turned their head as he barricaded it with one of the heavy chairs. I recognize him, Kevin, a childhood friend I’m close with to this day.

“Somebody’s shooting up the school! He’s just shooting people.”

It was like the air had been absorbed from my lungs. My first thought is to run toward him and check if he’s been shot. There’s a noticeable amount of blood on his shirt and skin, black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. But thankfully there didn’t seem to be any visible flesh wounds.

“Do….do you know who it is?”

I fidgeted with the pendant at my neck, the only symbol of my faith that’s on me at all times. I don’t go to services regularly but that didn’t mean I was banned from praying. I’m pleading to our Lord to protect us from the shooter. Silently begging for this nightmare to end as quickly as it started. I hoped against all odds someone heard.

“I-I don’t know. I couldn’t get a good look at his face. He just…shot Mark Kingston right in front of me, blew his brains out.”

The description alone made my stomach churn but it couldn’t compare to what Kevin must’ve seen. He then grabbed my arm as Stephanie joined us behind the very last row of bookshelves. If need be, we might have a chance at scrambling for the tables closest to our current spot.

The three of us held our breath as each shot rang louder and the barricade rattled violently. Over and over the shooter tried to enter. Every kick was with more vigor than the last, making the hair on my neck stand on end. At last, the chair is sent across the room with such force—smashing into the librarian's desk and scattering everything on it to the ground—that everyone cried out before silence settled once more.

The door slowly opens and we get a full view of the shooter. He’s in all black, holding a shotgun in both hands but the thing that chills me to the bone is the cheerful tune he’s whistling. It’s one I’ve heard multiple times in the hallway enough to where I could whistle it myself from memory. I would’ve found it endearing but now it’s as if death taunts us.

He starts from the opposite side of the library but that doesn’t make things any better. Even if we could run for the exit it wasn’t likely we’d make it out alive. He shot Kyle, the lead jock, who curled himself into a ball under a table while begging for his life. Even though I should be looking away my eyes were glued on the horrors unfolding.

There’s another gunshot but clearly the next victim wasn’t dead. Melissa had started crying which only seemed to amuse Tate. He looks down at her with contempt like she was an insect he wished to crush. My hand went to my necklace and I lowered my head in prayer when he finally spoke.

“Quit your bitching! It’s not like I hit a vital organ or anything.”

He then moved onto his new victims, 2 frightened girls who somehow got the same shotgun blast—they were hugging tightly when he fired. The smallest—Cassidy—flew backwards from the impact as the other gasped in pain. He lifted Aileen’s chin with the barrel and her lips parted as if to speak. His other hand went to her cheek to thumb away a tear before lowering close.

“You must understand I’m taking all of you somewhere safe. This isn’t just about revenge. I prepared for this noble war.”

Tate brushed his lips against hers so gently they could be mistaken for lovers despite the circumstances. Luckily for her, the trigger wasn’t pulled and he backed off. Once he’s out of sight Aileen brought her knees up and curled in on herself. Trying to block out everything going on.

Tate resumed whistling as he casually walked among the shelves but we hurried toward the table when he was distracted. Although I was last to move. Stephanie clung to me while I attempted to comfort her and Kevin tried shielding us the best he could.

Somehow, it appears he’s looking for a specific person from how calm he is.

Another crying girl caught his attention and he didn’t hold back—once near her table, Tate kicked a chair and crouched in order to get a direct angle of her. They’re now face to face. Tate’s balancing his weight on the balls of his feet while holding the shotgun level to her heart. She started begging, mentioning a desire to go home as he leaned even closer. Yet again he showed tenderness toward a victim by brushing tears away, cupping her cheek. He’s staring at the girl almost with pity.

“I’m taking you to salvation. Are you ready to be set free?”

She managed to choke out a “Yes”—likely hoping to appease the shooter—which prompted him to lick his lips before firing. There’s a spray of blood and a ragged hole where her heart had been. He cursed under his breath and stepped over her crumpled body, deliberately placing one foot after the other into her open wound. Such a display almost made me gag.

“Oh God. Why is this happening?”

Stephanie whispered close to my ear and I gave her a gentle squeeze. This close, I felt her heart racing against my own chest. There wasn’t an explanation for any of this besides bullying. Or maybe it was something related to his home situation. I knew their household is dysfunctional but I hadn’t once thought of that being the cause of murderous intent.

Simon, the first to be injured, was attempting to call for help. Tate immediately changed direction, leaving bloody footprints as he did so toward the librarian’s desk—nearest to the exit—where the boy lay with his hand crushed underneath a computer.

“Sure. I’ll help you.”

He said it nonchalantly and with a smile like there’s plenty of time to be had. The shotgun is pointed straight at his jaw before the shells rip through him. Blood paints the wall after Simon goes limp and Tate calmly wipes at his face to remove the splatter.

“His face! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Aileen was sobbing hysterically now but is paid no mind. He moved back to the rows of bookshelves and started violently knocking books off in an attempt to scare anyone from their hiding place. The few shots were far closer than expected and we huddled together in the cramped space. Expecting to be shot then and there.

“Pathetic bitch. Get up!”

There's a sound of hurried footsteps and struggling, at first I thought he went over and grabbed Aileen. Until the female spoke. It was one of the injured cheerleaders, Melissa, who I didn’t know all that well but I’m aware of the fact she isn’t afraid of speaking her mind. I both admire that courage and fear for her in this moment.

“That’s enough Tate! You’re not saving anyone by shooting up the school. Honestly, this is the most obvious cry for help I’ve ever seen. I almost feel sorry for you.”

“You think I’ve done enough? I’m just getting started! Well that’s cute, at least I don’t feel the need to vomit after a big meal. I also know you’re the sluttiest cheerleader we have. I’m doing something that should’ve happened a long time ago. You know, I’d make you pleasure me but I have someone…more pure I’ve had my eye on.”

I could hear the smile in his voice when saying that last sentence and it nearly froze my blood. Surely he didn’t mean who I thought. There’s a thud, a gasp from Melissa that almost sounds like choking and then his boots are the only noise heard.

Suddenly, he turned on his heels and it felt like my heart dropped into my stomach when I saw his bloodstained combat boots appear in front of me. Tate Langdon knelt so we’re eye level, it’s disturbing how slowly he did so and the fact his gun is placed over his thighs. Just from body language it was easy to see the enjoyment he got from this.

“I’ve got one question for you, doll. Do you believe in God?”

That voice, oh that voice is dripping with a type of gentleness Tate rarely shows to anyone. It made bile further rise in my throat when he jabs at my religion. The answer is as clear as day since he asked what rested at my throat during prom. It’s likely he just wanted to see me squirm.

“No. I-I don’t kno—yes. Yes, I—“

I couldn’t understand why I tried appeasing this demon in human form. Though it seemed he waited for me to say “yes” before yanking me—by the throat—from my friends’ arms. Someone grabbed at my legs and monetarily played tug of war as I thrashed. Trying to get myself out of his iron grip but it proved useless. I begged, kicked and screamed as he dragged me to some tables. But it didn’t faze him in the slightest.

“Why huh?”

He dropped me so I’m flat on my ass. I looked up while Tate reloaded his weapon, placing the shells between his teeth and flashing me a smile. This sadistic, dominant side is one I never imagined a boy like him to have. But maybe you can’t truly know someone until moments like these. He’s quick to cock his gun with a smirk, waiting for my answer.

“Because my parents raised me that way…”

“Why don’t you show me then? Start cleaning my boots. Show your devotion.”

My heart beat like a hummingbird and I was afraid it might burst through my chest. However, if it’s my time to die then so be it.

I sank to my knees in front of him once he leaned onto the table and lifted a boot toward my face. My stomach is in knots as I carefully sweep my tongue over the sole, into each crevice there may be drying blood. Even the leather on its entirety got a nice touch up. I didn’t stop until I knew there’s not a speck of blood or dirt left and I repeated this until Tate’s other boot was like the first. By then, all I could taste is blood and whatever filth was on the bottom. I mutter one last prayer under the disguise of wiping my lips, attempting to scoot back.

He grabbed for the collar of my shirt and hauled me up so my feet dangle inches off the ground. Those dark eyes of his are so dilated that the brown is almost nonexistent. I can even see my reflection in them and it confirms my assumption of being caught by the Devil.

“He won’t be able to save you. I’m right here, I am your God. Aren’t good girls supposed to be on their knees for their savior when praying?”

“Shut up Tate! You don’t know anything about religion and you certainly don’t know mine!”

That’s when I moved faster than he’s able to comprehend, my feet shot out and struck between his legs, that certainly got a reaction of cursing and dropping me once again.

I immediately went for the shotgun, trying to tear it from his grasp but he whipped it upward right when I had the advantage. It struck my jaw with such force teeth rattled and I feared some would fall out. Tears filled my eyes but I stayed defiant, rushing toward him again but this time he landed a blow to my head. Before I knew what happened, I’m dizzily lifting my head to see Tate executing yet another classmate then heading my way. Boots thudding with each step.

His attitude is on full display by kicking a chair forward, sitting right in front of me. I’m muttering prayers once the overwhelming dizziness goes down enough to where I form coherent thought. I gasp and try prying the hand pulling me on my knees but soon realize metal at my temple.

“Hey Kevin. Did you know your little girlfriend is a filthy cock slut? She’s given me blowjobs in the bathroom more than once. Hopefully she didn’t kiss you on the lips afterwards.”

I glanced at Kevin who’s staring at Tate with such rage that if looks could kill, he would be dead already. Tate however, appears rather smug at the reaction and to further prove his point starts undoing his belt. My face paled at the realization and I settled my eyes on the man currently leaned over me. The grip on my hair tightened once I turned my face away, trying to get as much distance as possible.

“Oh don’t tell me. You’re shy to suck me off in front of your boyfriend but not when it’s just us? And here I thought an audience would only arouse you more.”

Tate forced my head downward but even then I wouldn’t allow him entrance. His anger surges and he’s off the chair in a second to push his pants further down. Fully revealing his hardened cock in all its glory. Tate found this situation quite amusing, especially since the girl below him proved unwilling. It only turns him on even more knowing she didn’t want this too.

“Open your mouth, slut. Or would you prefer to have it blown off like his?”

The barrel traces the line tears had gone and stopped right under my chin, in the exact spot where Simon was blown away. I really couldn’t say no or else he’d end my life. Reluctantly, I licked my lips to moisten them, opened my mouth and he immediately slipped inside.

His gun returned to my forehead as a constant reminder that at any moment he could pull the trigger. He’s enjoying every second of this and there wasn’t anything we could do to stop him.

Tate bobs my head along his dick in such a way that each thrust makes me gag. It wasn’t much different from our time in the bathroom but at this moment he didn’t make sure I’m comfortable. Sometimes, Tate would ask if I needed a break or if he should slow down. But this is relentless. My already aching jaw felt as if it might snap at any moment but otherwise I relaxed as much as possible. Every movement of Tate’s hips forced me to take every inch of his thick cock. My tongue moved across shaft to tip, hoping to seem genuine in my effort to please. I felt the barrel slide roughly against my hair as he let out a sigh.

“You go down just like Holy Mary but this time I’m not on a cross. And you won’t be a virgin for much longer, little miss Mary.”

From that insulting comment I dug my fingernails into his thighs hard enough until Tate yanked my head back, getting a better angle that allowed him even deeper. His tip continues hitting the back of my throat with every thrust and I traced each vein with my tongue, fighting the urge to bite him. The only noise in the room was of me sucking him off. No matter the humiliation I kept my eyes on him even as tears distort his face.

I could feel the oncoming orgasm from the way his pace became uneven and it wasn’t long until he shot a load down my throat. After swallowing each drop, he pulled me off and it was a relief having air back in my lungs. The first few breaths I managed were coughs, my throat felt sore and uncomfortable from what occurred.

The fight in me hadn’t vanished so easily.

When Tate glanced arrogantly—for a few minutes too long—at Kevin I grabbed the nearest book and slammed it into his face. It seems I caught him entirely off guard and that mistake is all I needed. He threw his gun on the table and was about to lunge forward.

I suddenly had a burst of confidence, practically throwing myself over the table to grab it before Tate could. I avoided his grasp and backed away, my hands shaking while I lifted the heavy firearm and aimed at his heart.

“My patience is wearing thin. Doll.”

He quickly advanced on me and didn’t hesitate to press his heaving chest against his own weapon. His hand went for the middle then to mine upon seeing my confidence quickly waver, my finger soon slipped from the trigger. God damn it, I wouldn’t be any better than Tate if I did this.

I took in his appearance, bloody-faced from a possibly broken nose and those eyes burned into mine. He’s completely different from the boy I met on my first day of school. The person before me is tuned for the hunt.

“Tate please—“

We’re toe to toe but it’s clear he’s using our height difference to intimidate. I’m pinned between him and the wooden table without a way of escaping. It was my fault after all but either way I had no choice.

“It’s Sir to you. It’s Yes Sir for you! Didn’t your parents raise you to respect authority? I surely hope you don’t behave this way in church.”

I could feel the anger radiating off Tate in waves. He twisted my wrist hard enough I thought I heard bones snap and the gun is ripped from my grasp. It’s discarded immediately and his hands were around my throat in a warning squeeze.

Yet again I tested my diminishing boundaries even as I courted death. Each time my religion is mocked it’s like a physical slap to the face.

“You haven’t the right to be called as such! You’re just acting out in an attempt to gain control of your life when your childhood had none.”

This had been the wrong thing to say.

His free hand went to his belt to produce a switchblade that sliced through my panties. I certainly regret my choice to wear a skirt today, my thighs clenched together in a feeble effort to cover myself from him. I felt fingers trailing up my shaking legs that stopped at the hip. At that, I pressed myself into the table to avoid his icy touch which seemed colder than normal.

“I’m warning you bitch. After I’m finished with you, you’ll wish I had blown your brains out. Why don’t you beg for it? Beg for me to pop your cherry. I mean…I doubt someone like you has experience when it comes to sex.”

Tate’s voice had dropped to a threatening tone and there’s a sudden pulling sensation at my throat. He managed to yank my necklace off and toss it aside even when I caught hold of it momentarily. I couldn’t help the sob that came upon having my religion physically stripped by the Devil. I looked straight at him and said what’s expected past the lump in my throat.

“Ta—Sir. P-please take my virginity. Fuck me like the slut you say I am. I’ll even worship you as…my..my God.”

He slicked his fingers with spit and his own blood and brought them to my cunt after forcing my legs apart. Trying to provide enough wetness. Tate knew it took great effort for those words to slip past my lips so it’s why he entered without hesitation. I cried out from his first thrust that forced my body further into the table, arching my back when a hand slipped under my shirt to harshly fondle my breasts.

“Mmm…am I exciting you already doll? You know, I’ve heard virgins get wet the fastest. It would be terrible for your boyfriend if you’re a lying whore.”

The twisted smile on his face only widened once I truly started to cry. He showed no mercy in taking something we both knew I wished to keep until marriage. I wrapped my arms around his back, clawing at the fabric while my insides ripped at his invasion. It only provided more lubrication as even more blood coats his dick with each harsh snap of his hips. The pace is bruising as Tate buries himself balls deep and soon enough there’s a fire burning in my core. A sensation I tried denying even as this started feeling really good. The hand still at my throat tightened to where I couldn’t get enough air, my vision wavered but his laughter was distinct.

“Tell me, did you ever finger yourself to the thought of me after our sessions? I thought of fucking you like this for quite some time.”

His voice lowers to almost a whisper that’s a strange contrast from the dominant behavior earlier. I managed a nod, tears continue rolling down my cheeks when a moan gave my arousal away quicker than intended.

The pressure momentarily vanished to allow an opportunity to answer.

“Yes Sir. I’ve also imagined what you’d feel like inside me. I often fantasized about it.”

I ran my fingers through his slicked back hair once our foreheads came together in a show of mock intimacy. The sound of skin against skin is so disgustingly exciting, laughter rings in my ears as does the gunshots while he choked the life out of me. His intense, soulless eyes captured my gaze and I knew then he saw everything. My legs shook despite not fully standing which promoted him to slip an arm under my waist. Making it so there’s no distance between us.

Before this situation happened the few of us alive had stifled any noise that might have attracted the shooter. Now I can hear sobbing and prayers all around us. For Tate, this only made him want to fuck her harder and force her to show everyone she’s actually enjoying it.

Tate groaned when my walls clenched around his cock but he didn’t let up on chasing his own orgasm. Unfortunately my first time is mixed with pain and pleasure as my eyes rolled into my head. It feels as if I’m floating when my body suddenly jerks forward but my only thought is to feel him cum. My legs came around his waist when Tate hits a spot that nearly unraveled me.

“Please Sir…”

“Please what? You’ve got to use your words sweetheart.”

His voice is sickeningly gentle. His breath further heats my skin when he laughs into my neck at my desperate tone. Tate shifts our weight so I’m sitting further in his lap, yet another moan escaped at the change of position. The lack of oxygen clouded my mind and to his delight I’m bouncing on his cock like a whore. He’s stretching me to my limit with each thrust that forced his thickness deeper than I thought imaginable. I sharply pulled at Tate’s hair in an attempt to encourage him to speed up the pace.

“Please, please allow me to cum. I need to, Sir. I’m just a vessel to be used by a God such as you.”

“That’s right. Fuck, you’re so tight. You really are a slut after all and an unfaithful Christian. I’ll show you who’s God.”

Those words muttered into my skin are like poison though my body told a different story entirely. Each spot he touched felt ablaze. I felt awful for subtlety moving my hips against the very person who took the lives of our classmates just a few feet away. Tate is by no means a God though continues to act as such. The only authority he has is due to the uniform and gun.

I couldn’t help but consider how good he feels inside, his dick hitting a sweet spot that makes me fasten my legs tighter around him, coaxing him to go even harder.

“I want you to say it. Say ‘You own me Sir. You are my God.’”

Tate’s fully aware he’s being watched fuck her senseless and the fact she’s submitting is almost too good to be true. Another sadistic grin spread across his lips at the thought of what’s to occur when she’s swept to the hospital. At night, he often fantasized about this very moment, raping a girl such as this one before committing suicide. The crying and praying—hers and their classmates—only made him harder. And that she fought back. Tate’s looking into her eyes while she straddles him, her face is flushed and eyes half-lidded with arousal.

“Ah…you..you own me Sir. You are my God.”

My fate was sealed then and there. A few sharp movements were all it took before Tate fully buried himself, blowing his load.

There was only so much he could handle, their foreheads pressed together as her walls started to constrict as if trying to keep him sheathed. Tate admired her briefly, the tear stained face, parted lips, her breath on his tongue and tickling him. She looked absolutely ruined in the most beautiful way.

His cock throbbed and I’m filled to the brim with hot cum that goes deeper than he’s able. I pressed my face into Tate’s neck, nuzzling into him. Whimpering once I felt his blade kiss my flesh. He leaned down and bit my throat hard enough to leave teeth imprints. Soon enough my head lulled onto his shoulder as my consciousness quickly faded.

Tate groaned while pulling out of her before lowering the girl on the floor. She’s already dripping which prompted him to stuff her pussy with the underwear previously cut. Trying to keep as much in so there’s a higher chance of pregnancy. He carefully placed his trenchcoat—revealing his military coat underneath—over her body, then fixed his pants, grabbed his shotgun and headed for the exit. All the while whistling that very tune he had before starting the massacre.

Tate headed for the cafeteria—and shot the few remaining students under tables who were foolish enough to stay put. He picked up a discarded water bottle, drank what’s left and threw it to the floor when finished. By the time he arrived it was already 12:30 pm and it’s only a matter of time before SWAT ruined his fun. He jogged to the library for one last survey of his work. The girl under his coat remained blissfully ignorant of his looming form above her. He licked his lips slowly, admiring her delicate body he just defiled. She looked so fragile. If he really wanted to, he could strangle her or put a bullet in that pretty head right now. Although that wasn’t the plan.

Tate put 6 feet of distance between them, going onto his knees but facing her. He raised the gun to his left temple and pulled the trigger. Hoping to be confined at Westfield instead of that damn house.

The few in the library watched their shooter kill himself less than 10 feet from them. A few screamed out—from relief or shock it wasn't known—and immediately ran for the exit. Except Kevin, Aileen and Stephanie.

Aileen was the first to move toward y/n while Kevin grabbed the broken pendant he cradled in his palm. A part of him was relieved Tate had killed himself while the other wished he’d been the one to do it.

The two knelt beside y/n, each holding one hand. They didn’t need to look under the trenchcoat to imagine how she appeared since they were forced to watch. But for now she’s peaceful which is why they didn’t wake her. All they could do is wait until SWAT assisted everyone outside.

In the end. Tate knew what he did was for a war he hoped others took note of. Their school needed cleansing as does this filthy world they live in. His act of committing suicide wasn’t one of cowardliness but of self sacrifice. He saved his classmates from the truly harsh realities of life. They’re taken somewhere safe, somewhere clean. Perhaps some would understand his actions and regard him a hero. A soldier even. In times of tragedy people looked to God. Right? Wherever Tate ends up he’ll always find a way to make sure people saw him as such. Especially y/n.

[katethewriter]

Wish We Could Be Like That

Part Two

Pairing: WandaNat x fem!Reader

Words: 5k~

Summary: Your relationship with Natasha and Wanda is a secret, but does it have to be?

Based on the song “Secret Love Song” by Little Mix

Warnings: curse words, sexual themes, implied cheating, everybody’s mean to Reader, rushed writing

A/N: hi friends, sorry this is later than I wanted to drop it. I was doing my last read through and decided to completely scrap and rework and entire scene. Not sure why I’m so much more nervous posting this part than I was with part one. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

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~Song Lyrics~

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Dream Sequence

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Part One  Part Two Part Three

~When you call her name...

...like you do when you’re with me~

It’s a lazy afternoon.

Most everyone is out of the compound, on missions or running errands. So no one noticed the three of you hide away in Wanda and Nat’s shared bedroom all day. It started with watching a movie, but roaming hands and stray kisses quickly distracted the three of you.

As it got later, Wanda volunteered to get dressed long enough to go grab something from the kitchen, allowing you and Nat to lay around the room.

“Say it again,” you lie face down on the bed with Wanda’s pillow beneath your head.

Behind you, Nat delicately runs her fingers along your bare back, every now and again her fingers circle a purple mark left by one of them.

 “Say what?” her touch ghosts over a particularly dark mark.

“My name.”

She smiles, “Y/n.”

“No, say it like you did earlier…” …*like you say Wanda’s* you think to yourself.

Her movements halt. Silence hangs in the air. Her brain calculates, trying to decipher what it is you’re asking for. You worry you’ll have to explain what you mean, and you know you won’t be able to voice it. Luckily, it clicks in her mind, and she resumes tracing patterns onto your skin.

“Y/n”

Her Russian inflection rolls off her tongue and wraps around the name. You hum happily.

Both of your girlfriends have lost their accents completely. Wanda’s Sokovian dialect comes out occasionally when she’s upset or sleepy. Natasha’s never slips, except for one place. You’ve only ever heard it twice before today. Both times three of you were in bed. Both times she was saying Wanda’s name.

Earlier today, she called your name in that way for the first time.

Natasha leans down to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Y/n,” she says it again in, before pressing her lips to your skin again, “Y/n.” She continues this way across your back and up to you neck.

You wonder if Natasha noticed that today was the first time. Did she know that one word stopped your heart and gave it a reason to beat at the exact same time?

“What are you thinking about?” she whispers against your ear.

You turn over to find her looking down at you. The evening light reflects off her red hair. She looks like an angel. You reach up to play with her hair delicately, “you.”

One corner of her mouth curls into a half smile, “good things, I hope.”

You nod, smile beaming, “all good things.”

~does it feel the same?~

The elevator rises several floors before coming to a halt. The doors open, and the rush of cool night air indicates you are on the roof. Your girlfriends blindfolded you in the hallway outside your room. When you asked where they were taking you, they would only say it’s a surprise. Wanda and Natasha gently lead you out of the elevator, one holding on to each hand. “Are we there yet?” you ask, taking very hesitant steps forward.

“Almost malyshka,” Natasha chuckles.

Exactly 22 steps later, (and yes, you counted), they bring you to a stop. “Ready?” Wanda asks. The excitement in her voice brings a giddy smile to your face. You nod quickly, and she removes the blindfold.

You have to blink against the lights for a moment until your eyes adjust. Once they do, your breath hitches in your throat as you take in your surroundings. You stand in the middle of the compound roof top garden. It is decorated in candles, flowers and fairy lights.

The way it had been the night Natasha proposed to Wanda.

You weren’t there that night, but you’ve seen the pictures. You memorized everything about that night, from the decorations to the dresses they both wore. Secretly, you’ve always wished you could have been there, been a part of it somehow.

If only you had met them sooner…

Off to your right side, you see all of your friends and family. The whole team is there looking at you with happy smiles and eyes full of excitement. A few of them are holding out their phones, pointing them in your directions. Whether they’re taking photos or videos, you have no idea.

“What’s going on?” you turn back to your girlfriends to find them both kneeling on the ground in front of you. Natasha takes your hands into hers. Your eyes fall on the small velvet box that Wanda presents to you.

All words leave you. You can only stare in shock as they both smile up at you.

In an instant, the image is gone. Everything goes black and you jolt awake. It takes you a moment to orient yourself. You relax as you remember where you are: lying in your girlfriends’ bed.

The picturesque scene on the rooftop was merely a dream.

~Would you leave if I was ready to settle down?~

You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake half on top of Natasha with your head resting on her chest. Wanda lies beside Nat, facing you. Her head rests on Nat’s shoulder, and her arm is draped across you. You can feel her quiet breaths across your face. You lie there.

An ache quickly builds in your chest as you think of the dream you just woke from.

They were proposing …in front of everyone you know. Their faces filled with pride, unafraid to love you and let it be known. It was perfect.

...well it would have been.

But it was just a dream, and it shakes you to your core.

You’ve been together over six months now, and you had yet to tell anyone. You had to sneak into their room to even be here right now.

You glance to the clock on the bedside table to check the time. 3:54 am. Your heart drops. In six minutes, the alarm will go off, signaling it’s time for you to leave. At 4:30, Steve will come knocking gently on the door for his and Nat’s usual morning run. You have to be gone by then.

A lump forms in your throat as your emotions overwhelm you. Keeping your relationship a secret from everyone you know has become exhausting.

You love the two women lying beside you.

You love them with everything in you. Even though you haven’t said those three words to each other yet, you know that you are in love with them. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep that a secret.

Your emotions get the upper hand. Exhaustion gathers in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, the tears fall.

You do everything you can to keep your breathing even, so you don’t wake your girlfriends. You do well for a while, but your lungs ache for a real breath. You lose your resolve, and a shaky inhale claws its way down your chest alerting the assassin beneath you. She’s pulled from her sleep, but doesn’t open her eyes, expecting to slip back into unconsciousness quickly.

It takes Natasha a just a moment to realize you’re awake. You’re breathing gives you away. When she feels liquid pool on her chest and roll down her skin, she realizes not only are you awake… you’re crying. She abandons sleep immediately.

“Dorogoy, what’s wrong?” Nat looks down at you, running her fingers through your hair to offer any comfort she can. When you don’t respond, she racks her brain for an answer, “What happened? Did you have a nightmare?”

You shake your head slightly. “No, just a dream,” you fight the lump in your throat, and more tears slip down your cheeks.

Wanda hums, awoken by your voices. When she peaks through half opened eyes, the first thing she sees are your red puffy eyes.

“It was a really good dream,” you whisper.

Now fully alert, Wanda reaches to wipe away your tears, “then why are you crying?”

You look up. The concern on both of their faces is almost enough to make you crack. To tell them everything, but you don’t.

You don’t answer her… because what if they’re not ready for that? What if they’re not ready to tell everyone that you’re together? What if they’re not ready to love you the way they love each other?

There’s only one way you’re getting out of this conversation, and you know it.

You smile toothlessly. Locking eyes with Wanda, you lean in to capture her in a kiss. You start off slow. Her movements are hesitant. Clearly, she is still concerned, but cautiously follows your lead. When you swipe your tongue across her bottom lip, she opens for you. Once you deepen the kiss, she threads her fingers into your hair. You shift to lean closer to her. In your movements, you slip one leg between your other girlfriend’s thighs. As you pull Wanda’s lip between your teeth in the way you know will make her melt, you press your knee to the Natasha’s center at the same time. They both moan.

If they realize what you’re doing, they don’t stop you.

You smirk in satisfaction. Breaking the kiss with your Sokovian girlfriend, you turn to the Russian beneath you. Wanda instantly starts kissing her way from your shoulder to your neck throwing her arm over your waist. You kiss Nat’s lips for only a moment, before trailing kisses down her jaw to her neck. Her hands tug on your hips, pulling you to grind down on her-

The ringing of the alarm clock on the bedside table halts all three of your movements. Time for you to go.

You pull away from Natasha’s neck to rest your forehead on hers. She sighs and Wanda’s weight sags against your side. With a kiss to the Russian’s lips and the Sokovian’s forehead, you begin to roll out of the bed.

“I gotta go,” you whisper sadly.

Wanda’s hand on your wrist stops you from standing from the bed, “Detka stay.”

“I’ll see you at breakfast.” You kiss her hand, and she lets go reluctantly. With one last smile to your girlfriends, you slip out of their shared bedroom.

The walk back to your room is quiet. It always is at this time in the morning, and you’re grateful. It means you don’t have to hide the tears.

~I can’t stop the silent tears from rolling down~

You spend the next hour crying, and the hour after that trying to hide the signs that you’ve been crying. You take a shower, wash your face, put on some make up trying to cover your red and puffy skin. Once you’re presentable, you decide to join the rest of team for breakfast.

Walking down the hallway to the kitchen, you hear footsteps behind you. Yelena walks past, purposefully brushing your shoulder with hers as she continues down the hallway.

Wanting answers, you follow the younger widow.

“Ok, you’ve barely spoken to me in months, Yelena. What is wrong?” you ask, but she keeps walking away from you. “Do you have a problem with me? Did I do something?”

“Yeah, my sister.”

She turns and gives you the same icy glare she has for a while now.

“What?”

Yelena straightens her back and squares her shoulders, “you asked if you did something… yes, you did… my sister.”

You stand shellshocked. Your mouth hangs open, as you try to figure out what to say.

The blonde doesn’t give you a chance, “I’ve seen the way she looks at you and the way you look at her. You two sneak around like no one’s watching. You’ve been hooking up, haven’t you?”

She raises an eyebrow, daring you to tell her she’s wrong.

You can’t lie. She’s a highly trained assassin and has been since she was six years old. She’d see right through you instantly.

You can’t tell the truth either. You haven’t discussed that with Nat and Wanda. Even if you could tell the truth, you doubt Yelena would believe you anyway.

When you don’t say anything, she scoffs, “Natasha is an adult. She can make her own decisions. I love my sister more than anything, and I will stand by her forever. If she wants to cheat on Wanda, that’s on her. But I want nothing to do with the homewrecker that ruined the first good relationship she’s ever had.”

The term hits you like a slap to the face. Is that what you are? A homewrecker?

“So yes, something is wrong. Yes, I have a problem with you,” the blonde takes another step until the two of you are face to face. “…and since you can’t seem to stay away from Natasha, stay the hell away from me.”

She storms off down the hallway before you have a chance to say anything… but honestly, what would you even say?

The last thing you want to do is follow Yelena into the kitchen, but you promised your girlfriends they would see you there. So you follow anyway.

~You and I both have to hide on the outside~

When you enter the kitchen, you find most of the seats are already taken. At the largest table, Natasha and Wanda sit with a few others. The table’s only remaining seat available is beside Nat. You lock eyes with the red head, and you know she has saved it for you. Despite your horrible morning, your lips curl into a genuine smile. You choose to focus on the warmth in your chest instead of the cold thoughts in your mind.

In the time it takes you to grab your breakfast and turn around, your seat is no longer available. Bruce has claimed the seat for himself. Natasha is turned the opposite direction talking to Wanda, so she doesn’t notice until its too late to stop him.

 Internally, you deflate instantly. The heavy feeling returns, and you accept the fact that you won’t get to eat with your girlfriends. You begin walking towards a different table, but barely make it half way.

“Y/n,” Natasha calls out to you. You turn to see her dragging a chair from another table. “Bruce, scoot over so y/n can squeeze in.”

Bruce looks up confused, “Why can’t she just sit at another table-“ Nat kicks the leg of his chair, and he is quickly pushing his chair away, “ok, ok, I’ll scoot over.”

The assassin sets the extra chair down beside hers and waits for you to sit down. She pushes your chair in for you. You can feel the heat in your cheeks at her gesture.

The feeling lasts for less than a second.  

You look up and see Yelena sitting directly across from you. Her face remains neutral. She’s concealing her hatred of you from the others. Though she lifts an eyebrow, signaling to you her disapproval.

Suddenly, you feel small and hyper aware of every interaction. Anxiety twists your stomach to the point that you are no longer hungry. You force yourself to take a bite every now and again. Mostly, you just push the food around on your plate mindlessly.

At some point, Natasha must have sensed your unease because she places her hand on your knee underneath the table. Instantly, you freeze. You didn’t realize that you had been bouncing your leg, until it stopped.  

Normally, you yearn for her and Wanda’s touch constantly. It brings you comfort, but now it just heightens your anxiety. With Yelena sitting in front of you, it feels like you’re doing something wrong.  

“Earth to y/n.”

You look up.

You hadn’t even realized Nat had been calling your name, trying to get your attention. She looks amused, but you recognize the hidden concern in her eyes, “you ok? You’ve barely eaten anything.”

She retracts her hand from your knee. Although no one can directly see it below the table, others are focusing in on your conversation, and she doesn’t want to chance it. You miss the contact instantly despite your anxieties.

You glance past Nat and find Wanda looking at you with similar concern, though hers is not really hidden. A glance around the table shows that almost everyone is now waiting for you to answer.

You smile and shrug casually, “yeah, I’m fine. I guess I’m just not that hungry today.”

For the most part, everyone seems satisfied with your answer. Conversation picks back up, and the attention is off of you. Both of your girlfriends remain focused on you a moment longer than everyone else.

To avoid their gaze, you look back at your plate, but know you can’t stomach any of it at the moment. Quietly you stand, and go to put away your dishes.

*Detka?* you hear Wanda’s voice in your head. You look across the room, and she is looking down as she eats from her plate, acting as though your exit hasn’t affected her as it has, like she isn’t speaking to you in your mind right now.  

You continue putting your plate away, *I’m gonna go on a walk.*

*Are you ok?*

When you look up this time, she is looking at you. You breathe a sigh of relief,. So you do matter...

You give her your best smile, *yeah, I’m fine… just wanna get some fresh air.*

You don’t give her a chance to reply as you walk out of the kitchen.

~where I can’t be yours...~

Wanda bounds into the living room, making her way directly to you. She settles on the couch next to you with a bowl of popcorn in her lap.

It’s movie night, and since Natasha won’t be returning from her mission until tomorrow, Wanda is left without her usual cuddle buddy. Luckily, that means you get to fill in. Your girlfriend is a naturally cuddly person. She has been since long before you joined the team, so no one bats an eye when she throws a blanket across the two of you.

Its Sam’s turn to pick, and of course, he chooses a horror movie. This is great for you because you love horror movies, and Wanda hates them.

Five minutes into the movie, she grips your arm tightly. As the movie progresses, she inches closer and closer until she is pressed flush against your side. Several times, a jump scare will get the better of her. All you can do is laugh as she buries her head into your shoulder. By the end, she is so scared that she demands the next movie be a romcom, so she won’t have nightmares tonight.

You don’t notice exactly when it happened, but you’re suddenly aware of Wanda’s head resting on your shoulder. You look over and find her fast asleep. Your smile is involuntary. All you can focus on is the love you feel for her swarming your heart. Without thinking, you lean down and kiss the top of her head before you realize what you are doing.

You quickly look up to scan the room, hoping no one saw your slip, but no one is looking. The dark room seems to have given you enough of a cover to evade anyone’s attention. You relax at the thought. Cloaked in the darkness, you rest your head on Wanda’s.

When the movie ends, everyone decides to call it a night. Bucky offers to carry Wanda back to the room she shares with Nat. You want to tell him no. That you’ll just stay out here with her until/if she wakes up, but you know that would look suspicious. You hold still as he gently lifts your girlfriend and carries her out of the room.

 Getting up, you decide to pick up the living room before heading to your room. You’re trying to kill time, making sure everyone is settled in their rooms for the night, so you can safely slip in to join Wanda, so she isn’t alone. 

Wanda hates sleeping alone. You do too, but you have to, so you’re used to it. She always has Nat, except for nights like tonight. Once the coast is clear, you head for their door. 

The hall is dark as you make the same late night walk as always.

Suddenly, a painful grip surrounds your bicep. You’re pulled harshly to the side until your back hits the wall. All you feel is pain.

“Fuck,” you grimace. You look up to see who has stopped you, “what the hell Clint?”

The archer’s entire body is tense with anger. His stare is icy enough to make your skin crawl. “You know, I could ask the same thing,” his tone is low. “What the hell do you think you’re trying to pull with Wanda? Nat’s gone on a mission, and you think that you can shoot your shot?”

“I-I’m not trying to pull anything with Wanda,” you stutter despite yourself.

“Don’t give me whatever ridiculous excuse you’ve come up with.” He lets go of your arm, but you don’t dare move. “I know what you’re doing. Wanda’s too sweet to say anything, so I will. Back off. She is engaged if you hadn’t noticed.”

“I know that.”

“Do you?” He towers over you, “because it certainly doesn’t seem like it. I see the way you look at her. I saw you kiss her in there after she fell asleep and you thought no one was looking.”

You hide the shock as well as you can. With faux confidence, you square your shoulders, “I have no idea what you’re talking abou-“

Clint interrupts you, shaking his head, “Cut the bull shit, y/n. Nat is my best friend. I trust Wanda not to hurt her, but I don’t trust you.”

That cuts straight to your soul. Your girlfriend’s best friend doesn’t trust you… maybe he’s right not to…

“You’re still new here,” he continues.

That’s not necessarily true. You’ve been an Avenger for well over a year and a half. Peter had joined the team well after you, and he is no longer considered ‘the new kid'. However, you know that now is the absolute worst time to correct him.

“You have no idea how long its taken for her to forgive herself for the wrong she’s done. How hard it was to convince her she deserved something good in her life. She is finally happy. They’re both finally happy. Who do you think you are trying to break that up?”

You know it’s a rhetorical question. Still, you want to respond, to defend yourself. You want to tell him you’re not trying to break them up. You want to tell him that you love them both from the bottom of your heart and would never do anything to hurt them or ruin your their relationship. You don’t want to take their happiness. You just want to share in it, add to it.

But you can’t say that.

“If you wreck the best thing to ever happen to her, so help me…” He leans in to whisper in your ear, “one day, one of my arrows just might miss.”

Chills run down your spine because you know its not just a threat. It’s a promise.

He leans away from you, and his eyes bore into yours, “Wanda is off limits. Got it?”

You don’t respond, mainly because you don’t know what to say. So, you just clench your jaw and try to walk past him.

Clint grabs your bicep the same as before and pushes you against the wall again. Only this time, the impact was much harder. If you didn’t have a bruise already, you definitely have one now.

He glares down at you, “am I making myself clear?”

“Crystal,” you mutter through clenched teeth.

Clint releases your arm and walks down the hallway. All you can do is watch his back as he goes.

You’ve never felt so alone.

~...and you can’t be mine.~

Half an hour. That’s how long you have been sitting in the study trying to write up your latest mission report. Half an hour, and all you have done is stare at a blank word document. You had hoped that coming in here would help you to focus, but the pain in your shoulder blade keeps you distracted.

The conversation (if you can call it that) you had with Clint last night plays on an endless loop in your head, and you have no way to stop it.

You’ve seen him get angry before, mostly on missions or during interrogations. But that anger was always directed elsewhere, at your enemies or occasionally at himself. This was the first time his wrath had been set towards you. The venom in his words cut deep, and you can’t help but question if there is maybe some truth to them.

Wanda and Natasha were perfectly happy for years before you came into their lives. You’ve seen the pictures. You’ve watched the video of Natasha getting down on one knee holding out a tiny velvet box. The smile and tears of joy on Wanda’s face when she said yes. You know that Wanda had already bought a ring of her own for Natasha. You’ve seen it on the assassin’s finger. Even though they tried to hide it, you’ve seen the folder where they had begun to plan their wedding. Their future had been set…

…and you weren’t in it.

Now you’re trying to insert yourself into that bond, cracking the foundation of their relationship. What right do you have to do that? You were lucky to have them as your friends. Why couldn’t you just be happy loving them in whatever capacity you could have them? Did you really need to threaten the bond they have with each other?

Friday interrupts the downward spiral of your thoughts. “Agent Y/L/N, Miss Maximoff has asked me to inform you that Agent Romonoff’s jet will be arriving in the landing bay in five minutes.”

Despite the dark thoughts in your head, the news cuts through it all and makes you smile. Natasha is home.

Immediately, you close your laptop and run to drop it off in your bedroom. You make it to the landing bay doors with a minute and a half to spare, but you never cross the threshold. Your feet are planted on the ground when you see the small group gathered.

Pepper waits to greet Tony, quietly conversing with Wanda. Yelena is the only one who can see you. The other two have their backs to the door. Your eyes lock with the blonde widow, and if looks could kill, you’re a goner.

Any joy you felt at your girlfriend’s return is washed away. You can’t welcome her with a kiss. You can’t hug her as tight as possible. With the look in Yelena’s eyes, even simply talking to Natasha feels like a bad idea.

You can’t go out there, and your lip quivers at the thought. Quickly, you turn on your heels and walk back into the compound.

You pray Natasha will forgive you.

~But I know this, we got a love that is hopeless~

As you make your way through the compound, you text Natasha telling her where to find you. 

You decide to go sit on the roof. It’s quiet up there. It’s also the place where Wanda and Natasha asked you to be their girlfriend, so its special. Sometimes when your thoughts get a little too loud, you come up here. The memories ground you and rebuild your confidence in the relationship and your love.

You are lost in thought when you feel arms wrap around you from behind. You have no idea how long you’ve been up here, but it must have been a while. She’s had time to shower and change out of her uniform. Nat’s familiar voice echoes against your ear, “I missed you on the landing bay.”

Leaning back, you seek comfort in her embrace. “I’m sorry, I got distracted with mission reports,” you lie.

You don’t want to tell her the real reason you weren’t there to greet her. You’re afraid that if she knows about the tension between you and her sister, she’ll leave you for sure. And if Nat leaves, you’re certain Wanda would too.

“It’s ok,” she kisses the side of your head.

You release a shaky breath, which she picks up on instantly. She gently turns you to face her, “hey, everything ok?” 

You smile sweetly at her, “I just missed you.” 

A soft smile stretches across her face. “I missed you too,” she runs her hands up the sides of your arms accidentally brushing the spot where Clint grabbed you.

Involuntarily, you pull your arm from her touch.

No one knows about your little late night chat with Clint. You didn’t tell Wanda. Despite the perfect weather, you wore a sweater over your tank top to hide the fresh bruises that are still forming.

“Detka, what’s wrong?” the assassin retracts her hands.

Kicking yourself for making her worry, you quickly reach out for her, “its nothing.” You shrug playfully, “just a little sore.”

Green eyes stare into your own, and you get lost in their depth. She knows there is something you’re not telling her. She can feel it in her soul. “Talk to me, please,” Natasha’s voice is soft, and her touch is softer. She gently runs her thumb across your cheek.

You want to. You want to with everything in you. You know that you will have to talk about it eventually, but you can’t. Not yet.

“Do we have to talk right now?” 

The redhead sighs slightly, “no.” She wants desperately to help with whatever is going on, but she doesn’t want to push you to share before you’re ready to. “Just promise me that you will?” she asks, “...when you’re ready?”

“I promise,” and you mean it. You owe her that much. 

 “Ok,” she whispers with a smile, “what do you need from me right now?”

A bashful smile takes over your face. Your eyes dart down to her lips, before you reconnect your eyes. 

Shaking her head, she chuckles softly. She leans down, pressing her lips to yours. The kiss is brief, but its everything you need in that moment. When the kiss is broken, she smiles at you feeling a little better, “anything else?”

“Hold me?”

Immediately, her arms surround you, and you fall into her comfort. 

Just then Wanda walks onto the roof top. She has been looking for you since you didn’t come to the landing bay. Stopping mid-step, she assesses the situation, eyes meeting with Natasha’s. The two share a silent conversation that you don’t hear. The assassin filling her in on what she’s missed. 

You’re suddenly aware of someone leaning into your back. Wanda presses a kiss to your head. She wraps her arms around both you and Natasha. Any tension left in your body melts away, quickly replaced by the love you feel for the two of them.

While being up on the roof does help calm your anxieties, nothing is quite as effective as being in their arms. The cracks in your heart mend just a little bit faster with their touch.

 It feels like everything will be ok, as long as you can stay here in their embrace.

Part Three

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[arlecchno]

have you met cyno?

in which cyno finally finds the person he'd spend his whole life with, even just at first sight.

— pairing; cyno x gn!reader

— warning; alcohol consumption

— themes; fluff, love at first sight i think, modern au!!

— been watching how i met your mother lately and i decided, what the hell, let's write something based on the show. so that's how i ended up with the classic 'have you met ted' game but with cyno

cyno knew better than to even agree on going out with his small group of acquaintances.

it was one of those nights where his group of friends (as he had reluctantly call them) would drag him out to the local bar a few blocks away from his apartment to hang out.

and frankly, he'd rather stay in the comfort of his bed whilst watching sappy movies than to be in this situation right now.

“c'mon, cyno! enjoy life a bit, would'ya?” dehya chimed, chugging her glass of beer.

“he's probably still not over his last date.” alhaitham snickered, arms crossed.

cyno groaned, slamming his head on the table with a thud. “i would rather go back to the akademiya than deal with all of you.”

tighnari came back from the bar station and stood beside cyno, thunking his glass lightly on the general's head, which earned yet another groan from the white-haired man. “come now, i have something for you.”

“and why would i follow you? you've been nothing but a bad influence to me.” cyno commented, looking up at tighnari.

it was partly true. despite tighnari being one of his closest friends, cyno absolutely despises how tighnari always got something up his sleeve. the sly man would take any opportunity to go out his way to set cyno up with a bunch of people, because it is as he says, cyno is an insufferable ass due because he has been single far too long.

tighnari paid no mind to his comment and simply tugged cyno's ear, making him immediately jolt from his seat. swatting away tighnari's hand from his now red ear, cyno quickly sent a death glare. “what the hell?!”

“i hope you know that it's time for you to get out of your comfort zone and get back on the dating platform, or whatever you call it.”

“you know me better than anyone else, and you know damn well i'm not looking for anyone at the moment, not after my last relationship.” cyno grumbled, slouching back on his seat next to dehya, who was enjoying her drink way too much.

tighnari hummed. “that relationship was over five years ago, how long do you even plan on staying this way?”

“until i finally find someone worth loving.”

the male standing beside cyno snorted in amusement. “again, you said that years ago, and i've never seen you set eyes on anyone, not even the dates i've set you up with. now, if you'd let me, i want to help you.”

“and how are you planning on helping me?” cyno looked up, crimson eyes glaring at tighnari. “all the dates i've been to are far from interesting, you always have bad taste when it comes to setting me up with people.”

“true, so we're changing our tactics today. so, i say, we bring the old game back.”

cyno jumped from his seat once more, making dehya spill her alcohol in shock, earning a breath of curses from her, and a stupid grin from alhaitham, who was enjoying the scene in front of him far too much for his liking. “you wouldn't dare.”

tighnari smirked mischievously, and suddenly walked off somewhere in the bar. “oh yes i would.”

cyno left the table, his figure striding over to tighnari quickly, catching up with the green-haired man. “you cannot be serious right now, tighnari. i am not playing that game.”

tighnari halted in his tracks, resulting in cyno bumping into his back. “really? you don't want to play my legendary game, 'have you met cyno?'” he asked, turning his head back slightly to look at the snowy haired man.

“absolutely not! you do know that never worked for me back in the akademiya, and it especially would not work right now, in a bar!” cyno hissed.

“then it'd be an amazing, free comedy show for everyone here to witness, no?” tighnari inquired, making the man behind him click his tongue. “well now, don't mind if i do!”

tighnari continued walking, resulting in cyno letting out a loud sigh before catching up with him throughout the bar.

“tighnari, stop, i don't want to do this!”

the two males stopped at the bar station, and tighnari turned around to look at cyno. “see them?” tighnari asked, tilting his head to the side as if gesturing for cyno to look in the direction he's pointed.

cyno fixated his eyes, and landed on your figure, sitting on one of the bar stools at the corner of the bar station. it took a moment for cyno to admire you from afar, taking on his sweet time. you were all by yourself, drinking whilst talking with the bartender.

in cyno's eyes, you were probably the most insanely attractive person he's ever met.

“hello? earth to cyno?”

cyno shook his head momentarily, as if to get those thoughts out of his head. “what?” he asked, voice monotone.

“seems like you already have your eyes on them.” tighnari said amusedly, which earned a groan from cyno.

“ugh, stop that. you were the one who told me to look.”

tighnari let out an amused chuckle at his friend's comment. “so, you gonna woo them or something?”

“i don't think i have the guts to do that.” cyno said, mindlessly staring at you. “besides, they're probably taken anyways.” huffing, he wandered his crimson eyes someplace else, a bit deflated by his own comment.

suddenly, tighnari was gone from cyno's sight, making the renowned man turn back to frantically search for his friend. not even a second later, tighnari was beside you, which made cyno quickly saunter towards him in fear of the sly man doing the inevitable.

“tighnari, stop–”

“hi!” tighnari greeted you, tapping your shoulder. you turned around to look at him, a confused expression plastered on your face. “haveee you met cyno?” tighnari asked cheerfully while gesturing towards cyno, dragging the word in favour of his game.

unfortunately, cyno was too late from stopping him, silently cursing himself for not being fast enough to stop this devious man.

maybe he shouldn't have chased after tighnari, maybe then he wouldn't need to face you, and maybe he'd have the chance to embarrass tighnari instead of him, for if he didn't go after the man, tighnari would be making a fool of himself for introducing a ghost to you.

as if things weren't already awkward enough, tighnari walked off almost immediately. “tighnari, wait–!” cyno tried calling him back, but he was already lost in the sea of people crowding the place.

cyno sighed, and looked back at you. waving at him, you smiled. “let me guess... cyno?” you asked playfully, and cyno almost fell to his knees at how alluring your voice is.

“uh... yeah, yeah, cyno’s the name.” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously .

you chuckled, and cyno swears it is the most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. “wanna join me?”

cyno hastily nodded, and sat on the empty stool beside you. to him, he probably felt like he was the most awkward and lamest dude in the whole bar, not even being able to talk to you properly was enough evidence.

“um... may i ask for your name?” cyno asked after a beat of silence, fidgeting his clothes.

you smiled, bringing out a hand for him to shake, telling him your name. “it's nice to meet you.”

cyno isn't a reckless man. he may be a bit of a joker, and undeniably lame when it comes to his card game, but he'd never make rash decisions without planning things out, or as easily said, make decisions right on the spot.

but at that moment, cyno knew that you were the one. and he was determined that he'd do anything to make your relationship bloom.

and he for sure owes tighnari a big one, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

hehe this is my first time writing something that's not a fic (i have no idea what it's called, drabbles? headcanons? idfk) and this was so fun!!! i just needed a break from ma once in a while, and this for sure boosted me a lot

cyno beating the comedian allegations!!! (he cracked up a joke the second you finished introducing yourself)

© arlecchino do not repost or plagiarize any of my works

[deke-rivers-1957]

Clambake Review

This is often considered to be the worst Elvis film ever made. Even Elvis himself allegedly hated making the film. However, it's most likely because of the fact that Elvis suffered from that infamous concussion just before filming started. A lot of fans who watched this film say that you can see Elvis is ailing. Does his acting suffer because of it or just fan projection? Let's find out.

We immediately start off with the titular song "Clambake". For a movie that takes place in Miami, you wouldn't associate the city with clambake. Or oil rigs. But we don't live in this movie's reality because both of those things exist in Miami apparently. While it is true that Native Americans in Florida developed a technique referred to as a "clambake", a traditional clambake is predominantly held on the Northern East coast. They could've just as easily reused New Orleans if they wanted to include both of those elements.

This is easily one of the worst outfits Elvis ever worn. Scott would never wear this. Based on his character he'd want to be as far away from it as possible. It makes more sense for Tom Wilson to buy this when they switch identities. I know he has to wear something at the beginning to show that he's rich, but I would've used a different outfit.

Charlie Hodge cameos at the barber and gets a line. Imagine my surprise to see that we have an actual character arc that's setup. We understand who Scott is and why he's here in Miami. He's the son of an oil tycoon and wants to make a name for himself. He had a fiancee but he left her when it was clear she only cared for his money. We now have a clear reason to support his identity swap.

I don't hate this Prince and the Pauper type of plot, I just don't like how it's executed. Heyward Oil is everywhere somehow and yet no one recognizes Scott just by the face alone? Sure he's not the head of the company but they recognize his name so they had to have seen him at least once. Maybe I'm missing something, but I think this would've been better if Tom Wilson was played by an actor that looked more like Elvis. Impossible I know, but if Elvis had body doubles in movies, I think it could've been done.

"Who Needs Money" is a terrible duet. Elvis' vocals of course are fine but Tom Wilson's dubbed in vocals just doesn't work. The film doesn't grind to a halt because of this duet, but it's still not a rememberable song. I get that we needed a duet to show that Scott and Tom are both doing this for their own personal gain, but Tom Wilson needed different vocals for this song to be just average. It's also made abundantly clear that Elvis isn't in Miami to film this with the overuse of rear screen projections.

When we get to the hotel, the scene where Jamison is talking with the women is so bizarre. Some of the women's dialogue sounded either effected (meaning they purposely put on a type of voice that suggests bad acting or bad direction) or were dubbed in. It just didn't sound like they were recorded the same way Jamison's voice was recorded. The water-skiing scene also has so much dead air that we're watching Elvis' and Shelly's doubles ski at a far angle shot with no audio outside of the boat's motor. It lasted too long and could've been redone as it just wasn't engaging.

Given that Elvis wasn't actually in Florida, at least this scene has a real background. The lighting naturally matches the time of day it's supposed to be in and they all look like they belong there. I really like Elvis' outfit though as you can at least justify long sleeve shirts with "it's night time so it's going to be cooler".

"A House That Has Everything" is fine. It allows for Scott to seemingly bond with Dianne over being poor. As much as I love Scott's part of this relationship, I just don't understand why he's in love with Dianne. She basically admits to being a gold digger, which Scott wanted to get away from. I understand the point of the movie is that she falls in love with Scott for who he is, but Scott being interested after she admits to being the one thing he wanted to avoid just doesn't make sense to me.

I do appreciate that the movie wants us to dislike Jamison by making him act like a pig for ignoring Dianne's pleas to go away. I also appreciate that this movie didn't go down the path of most Elvis films and have Scott try to fight him ultimately getting him in trouble. Instead we get shown that Scott disapproves of Jamison's actions, but also acknowledges that Dianne's a grown woman who can take care of herself.

For once we have a mid 60s Elvis film that has him have the emotional maturity to know when to pick his battles. I also admit that as much as I don't like his romantic interests in Dianne, I really enjoy seeing him wanting to respect her choices and help her. He's willing to just be a companion and doesn't let any negative feelings for Jamison interfere. A cliched love triangle would've had Scott try to sabotage Jamison to make him look bad in front of Dianne, or Scott try to convince Dianne that Jamison is no good only for her to ignore him. He doesn't do any of that and instead just let's the chips fall where they lie.

This song was easily the worst scene in the entire film. "Confidence" is embarrassingly over 5 minutes long. The editing is just bizarre with a shot that is completely upside down and a clip of the US Calvary. It's so long that there was a stretch of time that Scott isn't even singing. We're just following him and Tom Wilson play with children. Even Red West, cameoing as the ice cream gets involved in playing with the kids for literally no reason. I kid you not, it was so bad that my besties who saw the film with me all had a mini breakdown at how awful and long it was.

I can see why fans say you can see Elvis is struggling in this film. Watching this scene is like watching a man mentally regress to a child's age right before your eyes. What makes it worse is that this scene has absolutely no impact on the plot. Him singing with the kids doesn't make Dianne see Scott in a new light the way, nor do any of the kids help Scott with his boat in anyway. Outside of a throwaway line about having confidence, nothing from this scene was ever mentioned again. This scene's only purpose is to provide filler to pad out the run time.

A ride up of over 2 inches or so should never happen with clothes. That's a sign of how cheap this film was. They couldn't even bother to give Elvis a turtleneck sweater that properly fits. This whole scene is just cringy mid 60s beach party aesthetics. "Clambake" as a song is bad in that I literally couldn't understand a single word of the beginning.

The dancing in this scene isn't good and the colors in the scene hurt my eyes. The only reason why I say this song is better than "Confidence" is that there's an actual reason for this song to exist. Despite being geographically inaccurate, a clambake event was mentioned earlier in the film. Scott would want to be there because he knows Dianne would be there and just in general wanted to have fun.

I like this montage of Scott developing the goop. The whole concept of Scott wanting to make his own product is brilliant. He wants to prove that his idea can work even if his dad didn't. It adds another dimension to his character without having to include his dad. He's a genuinely intelligent man who isn't depicted as a pathetic dork or an absolute kill joy.

This gives us a rare showing of Elvis playing a character that doesn't just rizz up girls, or fights people. He also isn't a bumbling, misfortunate character that is passive to the events around him. Here, Scott's actively choosing to do this. He's making the best use of his privilege and education to not only help out a struggling boat owner, but also create a product that shows that he's more than just his dad's money.

This dynamic only makes me think that Scott is too good for Dianne. He isn't just being a decent human being and therefore deserves to be with her by default. He's actively helping a woman he barely knows get with another man by giving her advice. The fact that she's still interested in Jamison after he refused to respect her boundaries indicates that she literally only cares about his money. I know that's the point of her character arc, but watching this only makes me think that Scott deserved better.

"You Don't Know Me" only solidifies that opinion. The entire song is literally Scott lamenting that Dianne doesn't know who he is. While part of it is on him for purposely hiding his true identity, Dianne basically uses him as a tool to get Jamison to notice her. She doesn't really take the time to get to know Scott on even a friendly basis. That one night on the beach just isn't enough to say that she knows enough about Scott to even be his friend. You really feel bad for Scott because he's in a one-sided relationship with someone who doesn't seem interested in him outside of what he could do for her.

It's little moments like this that make me appreciate Scott as a character. He's so dedicated to making this product work that he works through the night and falls asleep at his work station. He isn't even doing it to impress Dianne either. He's had this idea before he even met her. He genuinely wants to help Mr. Burton and prove that his product can work.

"Hey, Hey, Hey" is a terrible song. It's similar to "Clambake" in that it has bad dancing and similar to "Confidence" in that it just comes completely out of nowhere. It also just doesn't work with Scott's character. He's only shown interest in Dianne so even though he's not committed to her, it doesn't make sense for him to give every woman a kiss. I get that it's meant to be a montage of Scott getting help to finish the boat, but the song just feels unnecessary. Each woman's reaction to his kiss is obviously dubbed in as the actress' reaction doesn't match the noise she makes. You could just as easily convey that in a way that's similar to when Scott recreated his goop.

I was absolutely shocked at how good this dynamic was. Mr. Heyward had a big beef with Scott for leaving the way he did. He was so upset that Scott took stuff from his company without asking him, that he had to be confronted. At first you think this is the cliche dad that just doesn't get his son wanting to be his own man or even bothered to know what Scott liked. Scott's relationship with Mr. Burton made me think that this was the case. However, Mr. Heyward ultimately isn't that cliche.

Mr. Heyward knows his son more than anyone else. When he found out that Tom Wilson was acting like a party animal who smoke and drank, he immediately knew that this wasn't Scott. For a time period where it was more common for a man to smoke and or drink, Mr. Heyward outright being confused to hear that "Scott" did this shows he knows his son. He really does care about Scott, but is just upset at the way Scott chose to handle his feelings. When given the chance to confront him about it, Mr. Heyward said his part and let Scott have his say too. Even though he still didn't fully believe in Scott's product, he still wanted to let Scott try. Ultimately a very well written tension that didn't give you the idea that these two outright hated each other.

This part of the movie has the most amount of tension. There's a proper build up of the audience and Scott realizing that Jamison wasn't a good person worth Dianne's affection. Watching Jamison put the moves on her when she said no, is the nail in the coffin for the audience. For Scott, since he didn't see the same things we do, he wouldn't get upset at Jamison for that reason. He knew Jamison wasn't the best person when he forced Dianne to go out with him in exchange for her missing bra. He didn't interfere because he knew that he would've gotten in trouble because Jamison was rich and he was working as an employee.

Here he had the emotional maturity to not put up a stink when Dianne was with Jamison. He didn't even fight him after she left the room. It wasn't until Jamison essentially threatened him first, that Scott had enough and punched him. As soon as Jamison went down, he left. He had the emotional maturity to know that he put Jamison in his place. Nothing else needed to be done as there was no reason to keep punching him. Punching an unconscious man is no longer self defense and is just meaningless violence. Scott understanding that in spite of his own feelings is a refreshing thing to see in a character.

"The Girl I Never Loved" is the best song in the movie. Scott's lament that he'll never be able to tell Dianne how he feels is so sad. He's so adamant about not wanting to interfere in her relationship with Jamison, that he's willing to make himself suffer. He accepts that she doesn't have feelings for him, but he also still lets himself feel hurt about it. That being said, Dianne giving up her scheme and wanting to just go home feels a little forced. Like she doesn't even want to stay because Scott was a good friend. She just wants to go because Jamison ended up not working out.

I just feel bad that Scott went through all this work only for Dianne to not seem that enthused. Mr. Heyward only wants the best for his son so if the goop works, he couldn't be any happier and supportive. Tom Wilson and his girlfriend are genuinely excited to be at the race watching him. They really want Scott to win because they know he worked so hard on the boat. Dianne just doesn't look all that emotional for him and I wonder what would've happened if Scott ended up losing. Mr. Heyward and Tom Wilson I feel would've still supported Scott. They know how hard he worked on it even if it didn't pan out as he thought. I just can't say the same for Dianne. I'm not sure if it was an acting issue or a writing issue, but I just don't feel the same passion she has for Scott that he does for her.

This hurts me. When I think about the low production value of this movie, I think of this. First off no license would ever have a picture like that. If it has a picture it was to be front on not at this weird angle. Also his name's spelled wrong! If you look at the signs for his father's company it's spelled Heyward. The worst mistake though is that Elvis has blue eyes! Why do you mark Scott as having brown eyes when he clearly doesn't have them? This whole scene summarizes the lack of effort put into making this look like Miami. Florida doesn't have any mountains and if anything, Miami is actually prone to flooding and sinkholes because of the low altitude.

Regardless, I actually like how this film ended. The whole point of Scott switching identities in theory was to find someone who loved him for his personality and not just his money. Was doing that right at a stop light the best time to do that? No but in general for a mid 60s Elvis film, we didn't get a stereotypical final number to close out the film. It could've been executed better but we actually get the plot point of Dianne not knowing who Scott is wrapped up. I still don't think Dianne and Scott will work out. They don't know anything about each other and Scott kisses her once after he asks her to marry him. I'm happy for Scott that he got what he wanted, but I honestly think he still deserved better regarding his love interest. It really shows just how much of a real person this character was that you would feel something like that.

This movie is so baffling. On one hand yeah, I totally agree with fans that say this is the worst one. The complete lack of attention to geographical detail and the most blatant case of run time padding make this absolutely frustrating to watch. On the other hand Scott surprisingly has one of the most complete character arcs I've seen where every choice he's made has made sense to his character. His ballads and emotional maturity were quite refreshing to see. He actually makes me care enough to say "you deserve to find someone who loves you. Dianne isn't good enough for you king".

That being said, I give this film a 5/10. There's just too many issues to say that this is a good film. However, I truly think if this script was redone and a different creative team made this movie, it might be one of Elvis' best ones. In fact, as long as you skip "Confidence" and are someone who can forgive production errors easily, I would actually recommend watching this Elvis fan or not. Scott's character arc has enough good elements to make it worth watching.

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AN: Thank you @georgefairbrother for requesting this film. Also shout out to @arrolyn1114 and @xanatenshi for watching this film with me. Your input was much appreciated. I currently don't have anything planned on what to review next. If anyone wants to request an Elvis film feel free to send it in.

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[ane-doodles]

Ok so, I've decided to put in a nutshell the ideas I have for DCA (thanks for the encouragement @kazzykatt ). Here we go:

(Warning: this sounds like a pronoun letter quibble because English is not my first language and because I am using a translator)

1) The other side

Based on the musical number from the movie "The Great Showman". In this story, the DCA is one and it is part of some theater presentation, and whose sole purpose is to appear in it and when the play ceases to be famous it will be dismantled. Over the years doing the same thing over and over again the audience has slowly dwindled so it's almost time to end... while Sun wants to continue the show until it's over (because that's the purpose they were for) Moon wants to do something different and break the cycle. It is here that one night after their performance and while the play continues in the background Y/N (who was part of the audience) sneaks behind the scenes to convince them to go with him and create their own original performances and thus they will be able to continue doing what they love without fear of being dismantled one day. Sun obviously objects, taking this as a risky bet with no security, but Moon decides to take control of the situation and take a chance on Y/N in order to escape and get another chance to shine on stage.

2) Strangers like me

Yes, based on the soundtrack from the Tarzan movie. It's basically the dynamics of the relationship between AOI (one of my OC's) and Sundrop, but it can be reinterpreted by replacing my OC with another or with some Y/N that meets the characteristics. As AOI fulfills his assigned work and tries to fit in at the pizzaplex, he is also immensely curious and interested in the DCA, especially little Sundrop who has been nice to him despite the rest of them doing the opposite. Stoic, silent and expressionless AOI enjoys time in the company of someone so vibrant, while Sundrop... is fine.

3) One day out there

AN this one is based on the sundtrack from the Hunchback of Notredame. This is more of a little animation/storyboard that I'm slowly working on on my own. And it is basically the desire of DCA not only to leave the nursery, but also one day to leave the pizzaplex and see all those places that children tell them about, see with their own eyes the landscapes that appear in books and see first-hand where they come and where the people who visit them every day go.

4) Not in the same way

This is an AU focused on the relationship of Y/N and the DCA but this relationship has two sides: while the DCA is "head over heels in love with us", Y/N cares for them, but not in the same way.

DCA's point of view of the relationship is inspired by the song "Mr. Chu". They both have feelings for the human who has been working in maintenance for years. While Sundrop is more apparent, Moondrop tries to keep her feelings to herself, but they both take a genuine interest in Y/N.

On the other hand Y/N has a quiet life with a good job that pays well. He (and the entire pizzaplex except DCA himself) knows about the boys' feelings, but in the first instance he doesn't reciprocate in the same way. Despite this, he lets them be and at some point offers them "an opportunity" or to make them change their minds. His point of view is based on the song "Fumes".

[I hope to turn this into an original story one day]

5) Off the train!

This is a ghibli style based AU. In this story we have Y/N, a young opportunistic and optimistic person who has sneaked into a train disguised as a janitor to travel for free. While cleaning the last carriages, he hears someone yelling at a cage. Worried Y/N orders him to leave the place because it is "cleaning time and travelers should not be in this place". After the man leaves the scene, Y/N sees that the animatronic is sitting inside the cage and there is silence, that's when he offers them both to leave the train together and go to the city of robots. The confused boys accept and together with Y/N they embark on a journey of escape, adventure, fun and excitement together. This is an AU more focused on friendship than romance, so you get the idea. [I also wish to turn this into an original children's story one day]

6) La princesa y el dragón

Este es más bien una escena de confort basada en la canción del mismo nombre. En esta los chicos se mantienen junto a Y/N durante uno de esos momentos en los que el corazón duele y te sientes sólo, y mientras demuestran cariño también tratan de hacerte reír con sus palabras y alegorías.

7) Scars to your beautiful (mainly based on the chorus of the song)

Contrary to what you can imagine, in this AU we are the ones in charge of comforting the DCA (which here are two different robots).

After several years the Fazber Entertainment franchise has continued to grow and expand, and its main characters have been updated to meet the new standards. Unfortunately, due to their low popularity, the daycare boys have been left behind, being sold as worthless "collector's items" for the company along with other discontinued bots. Moon is calm about the situation, he knows that they could have been dismantled, so the idea of changing owners doesn't seem so bad to him, more like a change of scenery. On the other hand, Sun is devastated, because he believes that it is because of him that they are where they are, that it is because it is not as pleasant and calm as Moon or with such a beautiful design and appearance as glamrock, or with an impeccable no error history that both have been discontinued. It is here when we as Y/N are in charge of giving them a new opportunity to "live" for the boys and make them understand that although the world has changed that does not mean that they have lost their value, that they are still valuable to their way and that at least in our hearts they are the stars.

8) The artist's workshop

In the past I talked about this idea in this post.

Summary: Y/N a famous recognized artist suffers an accident in his workshop leaving him injured. His boss then forces him to accept help, but since Y/N doesn't usually interact with people much, he ends up buying a couple of animatronics. This pair of robots not only help him with the work and the safety and cleanliness of the workshop, but they also begin to show not only unique personalities, but interest in the arts and works of Y/N himself, giving us the inspiration that we had sought for years. [Yes, I would also like to turn this into an original story]

Notes: although for now everything is sketches of stories and scenes this is what has been rotating in my mind for a long time. In the future I would like to write original stories with my ideas, but if any of these ideas have inspired you, you can use them however you like, modifying or adapting them to your liking, after all, the same idea can be interpreted in different ways.

Luck! and I hope you liked it.

P.D: And if you ever create something using these ideas please tell me, I would pass out in your arms to see it

[peachysooxo]

Hi there! I really love your work! Thank you for working so hard to create an amazing fanfic for us 🫶🏻. I have a request for you. Since I'm a typical person who finds comfort in angst stories, could you please write an angst story about Kyungsoo based on his song 'The View'? Thank you very much!

Answer: when I got this request I literally SCREAMED. Thank you @sooadorable for the request! I have been writing a series and wondered how I could introduce it, and this is the best way because it lines up with the story perfectly! The series is entitled “Romantic Universe”, which contains 4 standalone intertwined stories featuring Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Jongin and Baekhyun. I have been writing Kyungsoo’s for over a year and this is the product. I hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for the request and all of your support! Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The View

genre: angst, drama, Kyungsoo!AU, EXO!AU, romance

word count: 2,011

theme: marriage in trouble, lovers to enemies, separation, impending divorce, broken heart

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, mentions of self harm, implied smut, sad kyungsoo, depressed kyungsoo

summary: Kyungsoo is separated from his wife and finds comfort in a bottle of Tennessee Whiskey and old home movies as he tries to figure out what to do with the divorce papers he was served. Based off of his song, “The View”.

I stare out into the vast open sky from my living room floor, the sunset paints beautiful colors that canvas the atmosphere above the rolling waves of the Pacific Ocean. I can get lost in moments like this, the times where my head is completely clear and I take in everything around me.

Slowly, effortlessly, the yellows become the golden flecks in her gorgeous eyes. The wind is her touch, soft and sends chills down my spine. The reds are her lips when she gets ready for date nights, putting on lipstick just for me. Even though she didn’t need it, she looked so spectacular in that shade of red. The waves are the promises we made, consistently rolling back to me to remind me that I failed to keep so many. Being here in this kind of scene just isn’t the same without her.

I watched my wife, Mila, walk out of the door and never turn back due to my own stupidity. I haven’t slept well since she left. I haven’t been able to eat on some days. Nothing in my life feels right anymore.

Our vacation home in Malibu looks out onto the shore, for the times we needed to get away from it all and spend time together. Tonight is my last night here before I have to fly back to New York to finish my album and I wish I could stay here longer. It’s the closest thing that I have to being with her.

Everywhere I turn, there’s pieces of Mila in every single thing. She’s in the clouds, the wind, the moon that grows brighter and brighter by the second. The last six months have been hell without her.

Watching old videos of us together has to be a form of self harm, but this is the only way I can see her smile. My eyes are glued to the screen as memories play out from different points in our relationship. From moving in to our first apartment together after we got married. From traveling to Korea to see my family. Waking up in Spain on our European tour together to staying up late in the studio to our honeymoon. I’ve replayed the honeymoon videos over and over, mesmerized as the events play out on screen. We were so young, Mila was 20 and I was 22. I need to be honest with myself, it wasn’t a honeymoon… It was our elopement at Mila’s grandparent’s ranch in Mexico. We stayed in the guest house on the ranch, and it was the happiest we’d ever been.

"Come here." My voice whines from the TV.

"No! Why are you recording us? It’s so weird!" Mila giggles. I grab the phone and the focus is Mila sitting with her leg tucked under her with cheeks tinted pink.

"Look at you, Angel." I breathe, calling her by her nickname. “You’re so gorgeous and you just woke up.”

“Soo!” Mila blushes. She tries to cover her face but I won’t let her.

“Don’t hide your gorgeous face from me.”

The engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand glimmers on screen. The rays of morning light filter into the room and it can’t even compare to her smile. She didn’t need to try at all, she just naturally glowed. I love it when she’s this way, no makeup, hair down and only wearing my t shirt.

I pull Mila by her waist into the frame and kiss her, my arm protectively still around her. I tease her by tracing her lips with mine and smile between kisses, placing her into my lap. I lean and prop the phone on the bedside table and we're in full view on the bed. Mila’s hands run through my hair, something she did when we’d be intimate like this. Her smile fades as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Soo… I’m worried. I’m scared that us running off and getting married is going to make things worse with my father and brother.” Mila expresses. I press my forehead against hers, holding her tight in my arms.

"Listen to me. No matter what happens, my heart is yours. Angel, we’re married. Nothing can separate us. Not Sungho, not Chanyeol, no one. I know that we both took a risk when we didn’t tell Chanyeol that we were just dating. He’s your brother and my best friend. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to keep that from your brother. You’re everything to me, my best friend, my life. All I care about is that you’re happy with this decision. They’ll come around, we just have to give it time.” I say lowly.

Mila nods her head, her hands glide down my shoulder to my forearms.

“I hope Chanyeol will come around, him and I are close and I never expected he’d react in the way he did. With my father… He may take longer but it’ll be okay. I’m beyond happy. This feels so right, yeobo.” Mila smiles again, and it’s a personal victory that she’s glowing again. “I just… Don’t know how I feel about you filming us in bed. It’s kind of…”

“Jagiya, stop. This is for our memories. This is our honeymoon. I had to document just how gorgeous you are when you wake up in the morning. You make the world around you envious.” I whisper, caressing her face.

"This is like a dream. I don’t want to go back to reality.” Our eye contact is strong, it never deviates from one another. I run my fingers through her hair and cup her face in my hands.

We fall into a deep kiss, molding ourselves to each other. We break slowly and a fire is ablaze in her eyes, full of want. She pushes me down onto the bed, I roll over until I’m on top of her.

“Look at me, Angel.” I straighten her gaze back to me by guiding her jaw back to face me. I lean down and kiss her velvety soft lips, my hand slides down to her throat. Her soft whimpers fill the room as my lips roam her jaw and down her neck. I stop at her shoulder and smirk into the camera.

“Mila, you’ll never forget this.” I say into the camera and nip her collarbone. She shrieks and holds onto me tighter. Before we go further, Mila grabs the phone and laughs.

“Nice try, Mr. Doh.”

We laugh and she cuddles into me, stopping the recording. I turn the TV off. Seeing my wife smile like that is something I haven’t seen in a long time. Tears threaten my eyes as the moon glows brighter. I can’t even remember when I started drinking or how I got halfway done with my bottle of Tennessee Whiskey. Now there’s nothing left but reminders that she’s not mine anymore. I shouldn’t have been working so much, prioritizing everything else over her, or even worse… I shouldn’t have been such a jealous monster. Being young and stupid, I’d bubble over with jealousy if a man just as much as gazed at her.

To be fair, Mila is a beautiful woman inside and out. She’s so selfless, humble and never afraid to be herself. Mila is known around the world for her music, to say she’s talented is an understatement. Watching her onstage is like a dream, she bursts to life when she performs. The entire world gets to see the woman that I am so proud to call her my wife.

Her physical beauty is just a bonus. Her sun kissed skin seems to glow, her plump lips framed her adorable smile perfectly, I could lose myself in her gorgeous eyes if I could. Her body is a gift from God, effortless curves that would hypnotize me the moment she’d walk into a room. She came right out of my dreams, everything about her is perfect.

It was never a secret that men pined over her and how gorgeous she is. I never checked my jealousy, something she never deserved.

I was certain every man she came across fantasized about her and wanted her the way I wanted her. I was so certain that it made me crazy. It was so bad that we started to fight all of the time and she finally had enough.

I open the sliding glass door to listen to the waves. The warmth from the whiskey offsets the cold night air, I wait for Mila’s arms to hug me into her embrace and when it doesn’t come, my heart splinters. I handled winter and spring without her, but summer reminded me how much worse it is that we’re separated. How she takes shape in the view.

“Mila… I miss you…” I whisper into the night air. The stars and moon start to sway and my vision clouds over. I rub my temples and turn my back to the ocean, glancing over at the divorce papers on the counter. I wrecked my brain relentlessly over what made Mila want a divorce. I didn’t cheat on her, I didn’t ever lay a hand on her and I didn’t lie to her or kept anything from her.

We could work on our problems easily, if she’d just allow it. Our last fight was the worst one, I can’t even remember what words were exchanged but that didn’t matter. What haunted me was that I made her cry. Something I swore I’d never do. I wanted to fix it and Mila wanted nothing to do with me.

Divorce papers.

This is not how I expected our relationship to end. I didn’t want it to end at all. I have to prove it to her that I’m going to change… Once the room stops spinning…

I stumble back and collapse onto the couch, closing my eyes to continue the memory the week we spent together on the ranch when we got married. Mila and I were in bed, cuddled up during one of our late nights. Mila’s fingers dance across my chest, her eyes heavy with fatigue.

“Promise me something, Soo.” She whispers.

“Yes, Angel?”

“Promise me that no matter what happens, we’ll never give up. We’ll never separate. Even if times get difficult, I don’t want to give up.” Mila pleads with her eyes.

“I promise you, Mila. I’ll never give up on you or us. If we somehow get lost or strained… We’ll fix it. I’ll fight for you until the very end, that’s my promise to you.” I reply, kissing her forehead.

“I’ll fight for you too. I’ll fight for us. This is different… Marriage is so different from just dating. You and I are in this together for life. I know I’m stubborn. I know I’m difficult to deal with, I’ll do better.” Mila smirks. I laugh and pin her under me, my forearms are on either side of her head.

“Your attitude is very easy to deal with. You’re a brat sometimes but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I laugh, kissing her slowly. “But you’re mine, whether you like it or not.”

“I love it. I love you.” Mila smiles. “Our promise is sealed with a kiss, isn’t it?”

I kiss her mouth and cheeks, nodding. “Of course it is, Angel.”

The memory fades from my head. Everything she said that night resounds in my head. I can’t sit her and feel sorry for myself and drink myself to death anymore. She made me promise her that I’d fight for her, and that we’d never separate. It’s my fault she pushed away, it’s my fault she doesn’t want to be near me. I have to fight for her, I have to keep my promise.

The first thing I decided to do is not sign the papers. If Mila wants a fight, that’s what she’s going to get. I can’t take her just being a memory that I can see in the world around me. She has to see that she is my world. She’s my view.

[softtdaisy]

🌷 Andrew Garfield

"When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real. "

_my lips on you

andrew garfield x fem!reader

based on: "When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real."

summary: you've been flirting with Andrew for months without kissing. it's time to finally taste those pretty lips.

words: 839

a/n: this story makes me want to kiss Andrew even more now. and yes I totally picture Jess & Nick first kiss for the last part, I hope you will love it♥️

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“I’d like to thank everyone that managed to make this shooting and this movie possible.”

You couldn’t believe the shooting was over. After six months of crazy schedules, one of your favorite projects you ever did was almost ready to be shown to the world. When they offered you the starring role, you immediately accepted.

When you learnt that Andrew Garfield was playing the other main role, you knew you made the right choice.

He was one of your favorite characters, the type you always dreamt to work with. And, you had to admit you had a little crush on him after watching his movies. You couldn’t wait to start acting with him. And this experience was meeting your expectation. Actually, it was even better for a good reason.

You spent six months flirting with Andrew. It started three weeks after you began shooting. You had to shoot a scene outside at night. You finished around 3 a.m. and saying you were tired was an understatement. While waiting for the director to say you could go back to the hotel, Andrew walked behind you and wrapped you in his arms. He had a cover over him, and he managed to cover you with him. “It’s better, isn’t it?” he whispered in your ear. You turned your head towards him, your lips almost touching. Was it a dream? Were you really living this moment with your crush?

You could have wonder that for the rest of the shooting if it didn’t happen again. Andrew started to have sweet gesture for you every day like bringing you your favorite drink or something to eat when you’ve been shooting for a long time, massaging your shoulders, or offering you comfort hugs when you were tired.

More than sweet gestures, Andrew was obviously flirting with you. There wasn’t a day where he wasn’t complimenting you. And you noticed how he always had an eye on you, no matter where you were in the room. 

You wished something more would happen. You almost kissed multiple times but it never happened. “Not now.” He would say every time you were leaning too close to him.

One night you were so done after a rough shooting day you almost fought with Andrew about that. You felt like he was playing with you, like you were just the toy he had under his hand right now and he would get rid of once the shooting is over.

“When I finally kiss you, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that it is real.” He told you, his hands around your face. He placed a kiss on your nose, like a promise that he was making. You wanted to believe him.

But there you were, at the wrapping party. Still not aware of how Andrew’s lips were tasting. 

After the director speech and the applause, you went outside to have some fresh air. It wasn’t helping that Andrew looked absolutely gorgeous in his dark suit, making his features even more attractive. You just wanted to run over the room and kiss him passionately. But it wasn’t your decision. You proved him how much you wanted it. He had to prove he wanted too.

It wasn’t until you were heading inside that you saw Andrew, leaning on the glass door. “Are you trying to escape me?” he asked, laughing. You couldn’t be mad at that man. He was still your favorite actor, and he became one of your favorite people through the shooting, even he was messing with your mind and heart. So, you smiled at him and approached him, making sure that he was admiring every movement you were making.

“I would rather say, escape the thoughts of your lips on mine.” You put a hand on his chest, feeling the heat of his body through the fabric. You looked at him in the eyes, getting lost in his brown mystery world that you wanted to discover. Andrew put a hand on top of yours, squeezing it slowly. 

But Andrew wasn’t moving. When it was clear that he wasn’t going to kiss you right now, you started heading inside for good. You didn’t want to spend your night playing cat and mouse with him. You had a movie to celebrate with other people. 

As soon as you put a foot inside, Andrew pulled you by the hand to have you back in front of him. Before you had the time to think about it, he put his other hand on your face and his lips on yours. It was finally happening. He was giving you the perfect first kiss between you, you could have hoped for. It was just like you imagined it to be: passionate, desperate and amazingly good.

When he stopped, Andrew put his forehead against yours. You were both out of breath and smiling like two idiots. “Does it look real now?” he whispered.

“I don’t know, I should give it another try.” You answered, pulling him by the neck to kiss him again. 

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 30

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Molly and Spencer are enjoying adult activities for the first time in months.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut (oral: male receiving, protected sex)

words: 2,1k

a/n: thank you for all the likes! i'd love to know what you guys think so don't hold back on those comments <3

As the evening wore on, Spencer and Molly sat in the soft glow of the living room lamps and settled in to watch a movie.

As the credits began to roll and the movie drew to a close, Molly hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to ask, her voice tentative yet sincere, "Would you like to stay the night?"

Spencer turned to her, his expression softened by a glimmer of hope. "Only if you'd want that," he replied, his tone gentle yet filled with a quiet longing.

She met his gaze, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "You can stay. Your stuff is still here," she assured him, her words carrying a sense of warmth and welcome.

With a nod of gratitude, Spencer agreed, a sense of relief washing over him at her invitation.

Despite everything that has happened, Spencer found solace in the simple act of spending time with Molly.

But he couldn't shake the lingering sense of unease that gripped him. He longed to offer her the comfort she deserved, hoping that their shared moments together would provide some respite.

With each passing moment, he found himself drawn to Molly's presence, a sense of familiarity and belonging washing over him.

Yet beneath the surface, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was more to her silence than met the eye. He yearned to break through the barriers she had erected, to offer her the comfort she needed, but he knew that unraveling the complexities of her emotions would take time.

He hoped that in the quiet moments they shared together, she would find the courage to open up and share her thoughts and fears.

As Spencer moved about the familiar surroundings of Molly's apartment, he couldn't help but notice the subtle reminders of their shared past. Everything seemed frozen in time, as if the apartment itself had been holding its breath, waiting for his return.

In the bathroom, he glanced at the neatly folded towels and the familiar arrangement of toiletries, unchanged since the last time he had been here. The sense of familiarity washed over him, offering a small measure of comfort.

As he made his way to the wardrobe, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of his clothes, clean, neatly hung and folded. It struck him how Molly had preserved this space, keeping his belongings close as if she had known he would return.

A rush of gratitude flooded through him, mingled with a tinge of regret for the time they had lost.

Spencer sat on the bed, his gaze lingering on her space which remained unchanged, with his belongings still occupying the shelves. He watched silently as Molly suddenly entered the bedroom.

She approached him, her gaze fixed on his, and without a word, she knelt before him. He opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

With a determined look, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, her movements purposeful and deliberate. Spencer swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest, as he automatically shifted his hips upward, allowing her to pull his pants and underwear down and expose him to her gaze. The air seemed to crackle with tension as he awaited her next move, his body thrumming with anticipation.

Her hands brushed up the length of his bare thighs, her mouth warm and wet as she kissed and licked her way up his naked skin.

He felt himself growing hard just from the scene unfolding before him: her head between his legs, her soft lips and hands caressing his skin with gentle insistence. The desire coiled within him.

She cupped his balls, applying light pressure, making him groan loudly. She moved her hand up, encircling the base of his shaft, sliding it up and then back down. Skillfully, she moved her hand up and down, applying the perfect amount of pressure, eliciting waves of pleasure that intensified the ache between his legs into a painful, throbbing need.

Each stroke sent electric pulses of desire coursing through him, building the tension to an almost unbearable peak.

He had thought about her every day, missing her intensely. The mere possibility of never seeing her again had been tormenting him for the past few months. But now, here she was before him, working her magic, and it felt like a dream come true.

Lost in the intoxicating sensations, Spencer surrendered himself to the hot, wet heat of her mouth. He clutched at Molly, his fingers entwining in her honey-blonde hair, as waves of pleasure washed over him. He could feel the soft vibrations of her moan against his skin as she took him deeper, her tongue teasing and tantalizing every inch of him.

With a primal need driving him, he pushed his hips up, thrusting himself into her eager mouth, relishing the exquisite pressure and friction. Her tongue danced along his length, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through him, while the subtle scrape of her teeth only added to the intensity of the experience.

He bit his lower lip to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, his desire to maintain some semblance of control warring with the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. Molly responded eagerly, her nails digging into his thighs, the sharp pain only serving to heighten his arousal.

His hips bucked furiously, driving himself deeper into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat, until she nearly gagged, but she took him eagerly, her own need matching his.

"Fuck, Molly," he urged, his breath ragged and desperate. The ache in his cock was almost unbearable, his balls drawn tight with the anticipation of release.

Molly moaned in agreement, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to Spencer's core.

Spencer's fingers slowly slipped from her hair, his touch gentle as he let go. He lay back onto the mattress, his body trembling with the intensity of his emotions and the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through him.

Tears welled in his eyes, a mix of ecstasy and vulnerability, as he moaned and whimpered.

With each breath, he felt himself get closer, the weight of his longing leaving him raw and exposed. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be consumed by the sensations, his chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of his racing heart and Molly’s movements.

And as the tears slipped silently down his cheeks, he knew that he had surrendered not just to her touch, but to the depths of his own longing and love.

Molly's movements didn't slow down; if anything, they seemed to grow more determined, more fervent.

As she looked up at him, her brown eyes locking with his, Spencer felt a surge of electricity shoot through him.

That was all he needed to go over the edge, his climax crashing over him in hot, wracking spurts. She swallowed him down, allowing him to release everything, not pulling away until he was completely spent.

His body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. He felt utterly spent, but also incredibly satisfied.

Wiping her mouth with her fingers, Molly grinned up at him, her expression triumphant.

Molly got up from her knees, and as Spencer was evening out his breathing, she sat next to him on the bed. Still with his back against the mattress, he uttered, “God, I missed you so much.”

“Did you miss me or my dick sucking skills?” Molly teased, a playful glint in her eye.

Spencer, feeling a little flustered, didn't know how to respond to that unexpected question. It's not what he meant to convey.

“I'm kidding. I missed you too. Especially your pussy eating skills,” she said with a mischievous grin.

They both laughed, breaking the tension.

“I tried to masturbate…” Molly began, his cheeks flushing slightly, “but it's not the same.”

“It's not?” Spencer asked, genuinely curious.

“No. I suppose that means you can never go to prison again. Or leave me. Or...” she trailed off, the thought of losing him too much to bear.

“I'll never do any of those things. Although you, I'm gonna have to die before you because I won't survive that,” he said with a soft smile.

“Well, we have a problem then,” Molly replied, her tone light but with a hint of sincerity as Spencer took of his sweater.

"Come here," Spencer rasped, his voice thick with desire, as he grabbed Molly by the arm and yanked her towards his naked body.

With a hunger born of longing, he kissed her deeply, passionately, the taste of himself still lingering on her lips.

Then, with a sense of urgency, he turned them over, the need to feel her beneath him overwhelming. His hands moved deftly, undoing the buttons of Molly's jeans as his lips trailed along her neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses in their wake. With each button released, his anticipation grew, the fabric of her jeans sliding down her legs as he revealed the soft curves of her body. He felt himself getting hard again.

Next, he lifted her blouse, his lips returning to the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing kisses along her jawline and down to her collarbone. His touch was gentle yet determined as he slipped his fingers beneath the soft material of her panties, caressing the heat between her thighs with a reverence that spoke of his longing and desire for her.

As Molly moaned into his ear and arched her back, Spencer felt a surge of desire coursing through him. He could already feel the evidence of her arousal, and as his fingers easily slipped into her wetness, she cried out at the sensation, her pleasure echoing in the room.

Feeling her urgency, Spencer continued to explore her with gentle yet insistent strokes, his own need growing with each passing moment. Sensing her readiness, Molly undid her bra and threw it aside, but then she stopped him, a note of caution in her voice.

"Wait," she said breathlessly, her eyes locking with his. "We have to use a condom. I stopped taking pills."

Spencer kissed her lips tenderly. "Of course," he murmured, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her skin. "Do we have...?"

Molly reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and handing it to him. Spencer took it from her hand, his movements skilled as he expertly put it on himself.

He looked into Molly's eyes, the intensity of his longing threatened to consume him. Unable to wait any longer, Spencer pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.

With one of her knees pulled up to his hip, Spencer positioned himself over her, his weight supported by his hand next to her face.

Gently, he guided his throbbing dick between her slick folds, teasing her with the sensation of his tip against her entrance. A soft moan escaped Molly's lips as she arched her back.

With a longing glance, Spencer met her gaze, and then their lips connected in a heated kiss.

Without breaking it, he slowly began to slide himself inside her, the exquisite sensation of their bodies joining eliciting a gasp of pleasure from both of them.

As he buried himself deeper, their kiss deepened, their passion intertwining with every movement. Spencer's heart pounded in his chest as he lost himself in the sensation of being one with Molly, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Molly's continuous moans reverberated through the room, driving Spencer to the edge of his control.

Unable to resist any longer, he broke the kiss and buried his face into her neck, his lips finding solace in the warmth of her skin. Her hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer to her as they moved together in a passionate rhythm.

With each thrust, Spencer felt the beat of Molly's heart against his chest, syncing perfectly with the pulsing waves of pleasure coursing through them both. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be enveloped in the sensations, savoring every moment.

This was what he had missed so much, the feeling of being completely consumed by her.

Suddenly, Molly's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, “I’m close…”. Her words send a surge of determination through Spencer. He kept up the intensity of his movements, sucking on her neck as he drove her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

And when he felt her walls clenching around him, signaling her impending release, Spencer let out a primal cry of his own, his own climax crashing over him in a wave of bliss.

Spencer continued to move, prolonging their shared pleasure. Molly's hand found its way into his hair, gently pulling at the roots, sending sparks of sensation shooting through him.

In that moment, as they laid entwined in each other's embrace, Spencer knew that he never wanted this feeling to end.

[sharkneto]

i think someone’s already asked you this, but do you ever get writing inspiration from music? or have certain songs you associate with certain characters?

for me, 39 by Queen, Slipping Through my Fingers by Abba and Asleep by the Smiths are such Five songs!

also wanted to say i love your writing! i think you’re absolutely brilliant, you write in such a beautifully grounded way and i literally want your fics to be made into movies they’re so amazing! i hope your writing brings you as much joy as it does me!

Oh, I don't know if I've answered that specific question. I've talked before about how I write to music/the kind of music I write to (shoutout to my playlist oh for it's sad vibes, it does such heavy lifting). But songs that have inspired scenes...

The answer is definitely Yes, but can I remember them... For the Post-S3 Five And Allison Talk Fic haven't shared, a specific scene of that I haven't officially written vibed hard with The King by Sarah Kinsley (lyrics half fit), although I think that was more I was thinking about it and that song came on and turbo'd it. I think that's the closest one I've got off the top of my head. EDIT: Back to say how the fuck did I forget about Kokomo. Iconic. Included here for Obvious Reasons for any JT readers. The entire goddamn Amanda and Five road trip came from Kokomo coming on in my car during a commute home.

For songs that I associate with characters, absolutely. I've got a whole playlist of Number songs and songs Five likes (made with @non-plutonian-druid, linked HERE and HERE if anyone is curious). I've got my Five and Delores/Five Apocalypse Playlist HERE. You'll notice a theme, here. Gonna go do a listen for the Five Vibes of your recs, can always use more Five Songs. Do I have songs for other characters...? Not... really?

I feel like music is more fic based than character based, I've got songs I associate with fics (from listening to them while writing or vibing about them). Time Is On My Side (Irma Thomas) and Hotel California (Eagles) for Searching for Good Times. Night Shift (Lucy Dacus) for Nice Things Can't Last Forever (They Still End Too Soon) despite those lyrics not really working at all, but the Vibes. The Vibes. This section would be more fun if I could remember more of them right now, but there are three examples rip

And thank you so much for the kind words. This is a low time of the year for me, so your love was really well timed. I'm late to replying to this, but I've come back to my inbox to read them many times. I see my fics playing out in my head like a movie while I have a narration going that is what ends up getting written, so I'm so glad that translates back to you as Could Be A Movie :) My writing brings me so much joy, even when I'm in a little bit of a slump like I am now. I think my favorite thing about getting into writing and sharing is the shared enjoyment of it all - we're all just here having a great time together

[raes-writing-space]

When You Realize You’re In Love With Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

A/N: Continuation off of this fic here. PRE-SEASON 4 SO NO SPOILERS. This is based off of my OC I have, so I’ve tried to switch as much names and characteristics to be vague as possible, but if I miss a couple just ignore it please. Reader has no relationship experience, first kiss mention. I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible, but it may still be implied that they’re AFAB so small note there.

Warnings: Cursing, reader’s first kiss. 

Words: 1,344

It had been such a simple action, but sometimes actions spoke much louder than words. You had just gotten out of seeing a movie with Eddie. You two were both excitedly talking about it, as you were walking back to Eddie’s van. On the way back, there was a cold breeze that had thrown you off for a second. Your hair flying into your face, and making a shiver go down your spine. Eddie chuckled at you, as his hair wasn’t as effected by the wind, despite it’s own length.

Eddie helped pull your hair out of your face by brushing his fingers through it. You thanked him with a chuckle, before he noticed the shiver go down your body. In an instant, he had taken off his leather jacket and draped it over your shoulders. You had blushed deeply, but loved the warmth coming from the jacket. It smelled just like him, leather, weed, and his cologne, that was supposed to mask the smell of the weed.

When you subconsciously tucked yourself into his jacket, you couldn't help but fall silent. You hadn’t quite realized when you could hear you heartbeat in your own ears, or how when you looked back at him, you suddenly felt the need to want to be closer to him, to even kiss him.

Shit, now that you thought about it, you had been thinking about Eddie a lot lately. How you couldn’t wait to see him every day at school, how when he threw his arm over your shoulders, you couldn’t help but think that she was his girlfriend… Or how the teasing from the rest of Corroded Coffin had started really making you flustered. God, how could you not realize sooner that at some point, you had fallen in love with him? It was only now, that his warmth, his scent, the feeling of him once again pulling you closer to him to wrap his arm around your shoulders, that you wished this night lasted a little bit longer.

“Earth to (Y/N), are you there (Y/N)?” He asked you sarcastically with a smile.

“Huh? Yeah, sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m really good… I really enjoyed tonight.” You told him honestly, as you looked away from him to hide your giddy smile.

“Good, I had a lot of fun too. We should uh… We should do this again sometime.” He replied.

You simply nodded as you two both got into his van. The two of you singing to songs on his tape that he had. He was driving with one hand on the wheel, as he took small glances at you occasionally, as the other hand rested on the stick shift. Then he looked over at you again, listening to you singing. Before he realized his jacket was just slightly sliding off of your shoulder.

He reached over, his fingertips pulling up the leather onto your shoulder, before trailing down the front of the jacket, down to your hand that was resting on your thigh. Your fingers brushing against each other’s for a moment, before Eddie took a breath and took his hand back, and put it back on the steering wheel.

“You look good in my jacket.” He spoke up honestly, as he glanced at you once again.

“Yeah? I think I look pretty good in it too… I might just have to steal it from you, make it a part of my style.” You joked, well, you intended it to sound like a joke, but deep down you thought there was some truth behind it.

“Nope, that’s my lucky jacket… I can’t let you steal it, no matter how hot you look in it.” He shook his head with a smirk.

“Oh? Are you going to try and stop me?” You experimentally flirted, playing into the scene more.

“I will, yeah…” His breath was just above a whisper.

The two of you looked at each other for a long moment, before Eddie kept his eyes back on the road. He had gotten enough courage to release his hand from the steering wheel, to reach for yours in your lap. You had opened up your fingers to interlace with his, as you smiled brightly, and let out a breath of a laugh. When he met your gaze once more he turned down the volume a little.

“Is this okay?” He asked you.

“Yeah, it is.” You replied with a smile.

The two of you held hands until he parked into your driveway. He had only momentarily taken his hand away from yours to park, before he looked at you again. You had then smirked as you looked at him.

“Well, I’ll be stealing your jacket now…” You chuckled, as you opened the door to his van and stepped out.

Eddie was quick to step out of the van and follow you, as his arms wrapped around your waist, as he spun you around to look at him. You pressed your hands against his chest, as you looked at him up and down. The two of you just kept each other close for awhile, before Eddie slowly started pulling his jacket off of your shoulders. Your breath hitched from the moment and the mix of the cold, as his fingers methodically continued to take the jacket off of you. When it was finally off of your shoulders, his fingers gently slid down your back, unintentionally bringing you even closer to him, as he gently placed the palm of his hand to the middle of your back.

He had chucked his jacket towards the van, as it landed on the hood with a sound, but neither of you were really paying attention to that. You were more interested on his hand on your back, and the smirk on his face. Your own hands trailed up his chest, to gently wrap around his neck, before slowly bringing him in.

It didn’t take Eddie any time to catch the hint, and press his lips against yours, gently. He knew that it would be your first kiss, but god he had been wanting to steal it from you for awhile now. Now that you were initiating it, willingly giving your first kiss to him, he felt honored. His other hand had cupped your cheek, before deepening the kiss. Your head felt fuzzy, as if your heart could burst out of your chest in any moment. The way his lips met yours felt better than you could ever imagine your first kiss to be. At first you were worried that you must be an awful kisser, considering you had no experience, but as he continued to just want to be close to you, you started to pick up the motions better, almost intuitively learning from him.

It felt like it had been nearly fifteen minutes by the time you two pulled away, when it wasn’t. As your eyes slowly fluttered open, as well as Eddie’s, you could still feel his warm breath against your lips.

“Wow…” He whispered against your lips.

“I love you…” You confessed against his, giggling a little bit. He placed yet another kiss to your lips.

“I love you too… Always have…” He smiled against your lips, “-but that doesn’t mean you can steal my jacket.” He joked, making you laugh, as he joined in with you.

“Damn… And here I thought that kissing you would really work…” You laughed again.

“By all means, you can keep trying if you think it’s going to work…” He flirted with you, before you hummed in response.

“No, I think I’ll just save them for later… Make you wait in suspense…” Your hands trailed back down to his chest.

“Such a tease…”

“Guilty…” You smirked, as you leaned forward, as if to kiss him once again, before pulling away entirely from him.

“Goodnight, baby.” You chuckled at the pet name, making him grin like an idiot.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He winked at you, before grabbing his jacket off the hood of the car, and getting back into his van.

[iwsynttr-project]

WAAAHHH I just saw people have been posting about the project on Pinterest???

THANK YOU???

I am so pink oh my goodness aaa

I'll give some updates then so people know we're not just slackin', haha;;

This past week we've been hella busy with church, school, trying out programs, still figuring out the whole learning to drive thing, stuff with disability, etc... but especially with Valentine's Day & Moose's birthday.

CJ came up to visit which was really special & we got to eat out & get boba all together which was super nice as he doesn't live too close by ever since we moved a few years back.

I recently got most of my m3dz figured out so I might be able to start hrt within the next year, & it sounds like the date has been set for CJ & I to get married this April 29th!

On top of all this we recently found out that a couple other plans have been thrown into the mix:

Our folks are planning to head out for a week a few states away to spend time with family & celebrate our twin cousins' birthday & then they'll be goin to Medieval Times for Moose's birthday possibly with another friend or cousin.

My mom & I are gonna try & see a show with CJ & his mom if they're able to come for my 21st birthday (Which is March 13th!) & CJ's birthday is at the start of April.

Right before our wedding is my dad's birthday & we're gonna see another live performance in another state, & then right afterwards a few days later is gonna be the wedding.

We're just gonna make it small & Soukoku themed, but maybe years later from now when we're livin' alone & financially stable we might do a bigger more official wedding. We'll renew our vows, maybe have custom made suits, special stuff like that.

Somethin' we're hopin' to do is for the small one we might make custom Lego Minifigures to be in front of/above the cake & then if we save up... the four-six hundred bucks... we wanna get the Soukoku "wedding" figurines that came out a bit ago.

It's a dream.

Anyways, as for the actual project!

I'm still working on the script when I have time, I just got stumped since we don't have Golden Demon written yet- but I managed to come up with some content to fill in for during or after the scene plays out for now & continued from there.

Moose has decided to try & make two versions of Life's Better With A Little Party In It: one that's a trashy pop song, & one that's his own take on the song based on artists like YOASOBI. (Into the Night, Monster, Idol, etc...)

We're also thinking about making a Cover Album on the side to go with the soundtrack just for fun with covers of songs from bands & artists like ONE OK ROCK & Set It Off.

I'm still thinking I might go for making The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project into an episodic animatic series, but with everything going on I might wait to record the actual script & songs until we've got most of the script & songs written out more at the least if not also until after I get a better microphone & possibly start injections. (Maybe I'll still do the first few chapters since they're just teens anyways but meh whatever; we'll see.)

I did do a drawing while I was free last night though & have been talking with my dad who's voice is basically his life & career about vocal training of sorts or if I should find classes online or something along those lines for it.

(Back to the drawing) I made a concept design for Moose's online/music persona AquaticSnow & a possible first EP/Album cover. I'm not sure I'll post it (yet?) since he might use it for stuff like his avatar, channel/s, music, etc but if I do it'll be on my personal main Tumblr, Instagram, & probably Deviantart & Twitter/X.

I'm also nervous about somebody tryin' to steal the art &/or concept.

Another reminder that I do have a personal server where I stream drawing, gaming, sometimes reading & writing, watch parties (movies, shows, etc...) & I post planning & updates for the project there!

.:Charli's Discord Server:.

( Don't forget to pick roles & read the rules! Otherwise you can't see the other chats;; )

Sorry 'bout the long post, haha;; we hope you all had a great Valentine's Day!

Charli

[djservo]

movie recs w bro auras??

ohhhh you shoulda never asked me this question I think about those things way 2 much.. get your reading glasses on pal it gets real ugly down there

ok firstly want to clarify wit "bro aura" there's "whoa this character is so [bro]" in a singular characterization way n then there's "ohhh this is somethin the bros would do" in a situational way n then there's a more general/subtle yet distinctive vibe like the Pathos n Dynamics of it all... that's how i think of it at least all very convoluted yes but just 4 distinction 🦠 that being said I think these recs are more situational/dynamics rather than than str8 up characterizations bc if i tried listing all the individually sergio or joaquin aura coded movies we'd be here forever and i have a pie in the oven rn i don't have the time!!! ok onward .

Some Like It Hot (1959) — sorry to be corny but it's a classique for a reason!! Tony Curtis is so demure and Jack Lemmon is god's favorite court jester U can't take ur eyes off that man's mannerisms + they both play off each other so well!!! I love dummies stumbling thru silly hijinks!! I'd also recommend Matt Baume's video essay on the making of the film for a TMC #herstory moment

The Odd Couple (1968) — kinda theeee opposites-as-roommates movie, not my fav tbh it's a bit of a slog when Jack's not on screen but worth it if you want like a Cinema Classic Bro (brorigin..) moment that's kinda the foundation for the opposites-as-roomies dynamic

Paul Newman + Robert Redford are the original bros in my heart so Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid (1969) is a must and U might as well (in fact I implore you to) toss in The Sting (1973) to cement the fact that their chemistry is magical even just from the way they look at each other with those freaky beautiful blue eyes man it's like they're telekineticing... telekineticizing... shakspear luv.... I got into cards bc of this card trick Paul's character does ugh truly titillating work...

Rope (1948) inspired by Leopold and Loeb (the original Billy + Stu from Scream if u really think about it) sociopathic buddies with a buttoned-up formality that gives it this smexy polite n repressed edge (don't you love when the killers are true gentlemen!) this film also has a fun gay history so pair with Matt Baume's vid if u end up watching! if you like murder mysteries I think you'll enjoy

all 3 of the movies I did simstober edits based on obviiiii though I feel like generally every other 80s/90s horror movie has bro moments + I'm sure I've even posted a few rando screenshots here if u wanna dig around. I rewatched Re-Animator (1985) last month + almost did that for this year's simstober edit instead 🤭 and An American Werewolf in London (1981)!!!! good ol chummy back n forth right from the start + it also has the best transformation scene Ever (to me).. the Fright Night remake (2011) if u wanna stay in that 'friend comes back wrong' lane (the original is so good too but doesn't have as much buddy interaction if rmbr correctly)... also Lair of the White Worm (1988) which is soooooo fkn fun and worth it for the campiness alone but THAT ENDING !!!! I think about it all the time, it's one of my favs!!

Thelma & Louise (1991) is monumentalllll (lightly referenced in this bro post a couple years ago hehe) if U watch Butch Cassidy u gotta pair these two together, outlaw buddy movie marathon baybee!! & while we're in '91 might as well toss in Point Break ("I know you want me so bad it's like acid in your mouth" bonk) there's just somethin about late 80s/early 90s homoerotic undercover cop/action cheese .. the devastating n overbearing power of friendship(+love) or somethin... something gay was in the water in '91

if u don't mind more of an ensemble film Jason Lee + Jeremy London's characters in Mallrats (1995) are so spot on right down to their stupid conversations + even their outfits and PATHOSSSSS🤌 wise, that general meandering 90s feel ticks the bro aura in my head well BRAIN TURNING TO MUSH god this is getting long but I feel like I'm barely scratching the surface OK buck up (<-me to myself)

situationally Y Tu Mamá También (2001) is prob obvious when it comes to 2 friends getting into a Thing that drastically changes their dynamic (not that that's necessarily the bros .) + Splendor (1991) also fits the 2 guys 1 woman dynamic too but in a sillier way + Araki's style is a treat for the eyes just in general. Hush! (2001) also fits that dynamic but they're actually boyfriends rather than just friends (girl wants one of the guys to get her preggo bc she wants a baby & kinda forces herself into their relationship. me as hell. jk) but it's surprisingly really heartwarming!!! perf for the holidays!! Plan B (2010) is sooo underrated, that's another silly plot where a guy wants to get back with his ex-girlfriend & he hears that her new bf is bi so he tries to seduce the current bf to get him away from her...???? soo fkn silly and fun but Also surprisingly sweet and charming!! I posted about Matthias & Maxime (2019) when I first watched it bc it felt that uncanny... tbqh I'd recommend any early Xavier Dolan to immerse urself in joaquin's early québécois herstory (I totally ripped his backstory from I Killed My Mother not that we would even KNOW that @ djservo's slow ass smh) but this one in particular is soooooo....??!!! just watch it and report back to me . and i'm sorry to say in the year of lord 2023 that The Social Network (2010) is still that bitch to me hand covers bruise I WAS YOUR ONLY FRIEND YOU HAD ONE FRIEND oh my god JAIL TIME mr fincher for making me emotional over BILLIONAIRES !!!

not a movie but I've been sick n wanting something easy on the brain so I've been rewatching Boy Meets World from the start and if you don't already know, I based the bro apartment on Eric + Jack's in s5 and I've finally reached s5 and MAN O MAN!!! goldmine of bro auras through n through honestly cory + shawn have their moments too but literally just watch any eric + jack compilation on youtube (or jump to s5 tbh) to see the vibes it's actually so serious that I've been building an apartment from scratch in my feverish haze to closer resemble their with a working balcony it's soooooo soo gravely serious to me wait what were talking about again

[thedawningofthehour]

Is there a reason Splinter calls Donnie by his color more often than his brothers?? I remember in doth, Donnie felt like Splinter never liked his name, because the artist Donatello wasn't part of the 'holy trinity' of the renaissance or something, and that Splinter wanted a daughter. Is this true, or is Donnie's perspective in that scene somewhat warped, and Splinter just does it to tease his son? This was a while ago but idk, I just liked this detail a lot.

Donnie's definitely talking from his own insecurities about his place on the team.

I went from being vehemently against Splinter calling them by their colors (because he's SPLINTER, he calls his boys by their full names! It's just wrong otherwise!) to seeing the colors as beloved childhood nicknames that he still uses because those are his babies. (though I still don't like him referring to them by their shortened names-he will use their full names or the stupid nickname he has for them, no in-between) The way I imagine it, he had four turtle babies. He was a single dad. His vision wasn't that great to begin with-it might have even gotten worse after his mutation, as rats have terrible vision. And he was fucking tired. He needed some kind of system because he was calling Leo and Donnie Stripes and Stripes 2 in his head, and no it was not consistent who was Stripes 2. Turtles have cloacae, which means their sexual organs are inside and all their species generally don't display secondary sexual characteristics at birth, so he didn't know if they were males or females. So he slapped some colors on them and called it a day. When they actually started sleeping through the night and he could poop in peace, then he started thinking about real names.

Canonically, he calls Donnie by his color the most. I can't find it now or I'd link it but someone did go through the series and catalogue it. He uses Purple the most, closely followed by Blue. He only rarely calls Raph Red, and actually never calls Mikey Orange. I kind of get it for the others-orange is more difficult to pronounce that blue or red, and Raph and red are close enough that he made the switch pretty easily. But purple? It's the same amount of syllables as Donnie and is actually more difficult to pronounce. (though Splinter is not a native English speaker so what would be easiest for me to say would not necessarily be easiest for him, to be fair)

I can't really chalk this up to favoritism because honestly, while Splinter loves all his kids equally and his favorite kid shifts from day to day based on shit like who's amusing him the most and who ate the last poptart, I do feel like he generally likes Donnie and Mikey a little more. So the fact that he almost always calls Donnie by his color but exclusively uses Mikey's real name doesn't really make sense.

So in my canon, Donnie was the last one he sexed, so he called him by nothing but his color the longest. (I think when I did my research Leo should have actually been the last one to start displaying secondary sexual characteristics, but whatever)

And he did want at least one daughter-not because he preferred one or the other, but he would have liked a mix. He wasn't being weirdly gendered about it, this is Lou Jitsu for fuck's sake-his kids played with dolls and racecars, they watched Barbie movies and then some anime mech show. He didn't give a fuck about gender roles and he certainly didn't force them on his kids. But Splinter is also an older dad and grew up in a very different culture. He didn't have siblings, didn't really have friends with kids. So there were definitely times he was sitting at his kitchen table while his four sons ran around screaming their heads off and thought "it would be nice to have some little girls." (meanwhile a few blocks away April is playing Frankenstein with her barbies)

[born-to-lose]

Graveyard Date

Pairing: Zakk x Brodie

Summary: To celebrate Halloween in their own way, Zakk and Brodie go on a graveyard date.

Tags: graveyards, fluff

Words: 856

A/N: I proudly present to you *drum roll* my first Deathgasm fic! Happy Halloween! Also, this is dedicated to @number-of-the-beast-is-666 because it's based on us ❤

Tag list: @smokeandmirrorz @zigmentality

Tip me if you want!

It was Halloween and while others celebrated by throwing costume parties or going trick or treating, Zakk suggested spending the night at a graveyard with Brodie. Having a horror movie marathon was no option because that was just a regular date night for the two.

It was already dusky when they made their way to the graveyard. And cold, which, in Zakk's opinion, only made the atmosphere even better.

As they walked through the gates, leaves crunching under their boots and birds sitting in the trees, their eyes seeming to follow the boys' every move, Brodie stayed quiet the whole time. Zakk turned around with a grin, asking teasingly, “Are you scared?”

He scoffed and lightly elbowed him. “Course not. Just let’s not summon any demons this time,” he replied to make it less awkward because he was, in fact, maybe a little scared since the last time they had come into contact with death.

“Dude, do I look like I wanna become possessed and go to hell again?” Zakk raised an eyebrow, shaking his head and continuing to walk across the graveyard in search of a nice spot. At some point, he found himself holding Brodie's hand and he didn’t let go of it until they discovered an empty bed of grass between a couple of graves.

They laid down and while Brodie untangled the pair of earbuds he always kept in the pocket of his jeans, Zakk pulled a pillar candle out of his backpack. “Is this gonna be some ritual?” he asked jokingly.

“Calm down, it's just a fucking candle.” Zakk rolled his eyes and placed the candle next to him before lighting it with a match.

“Here,” Brodie said quietly, handing him the other earbud and putting on the new Darkthrone album. Zakk scooted closer to him because the wire wasn’t longer and also because he wanted to be as close to him as he could be. Close enough to feel other’s breathing.

Despite the music playing softly in one ear like in the background of a movie scene, the graveyard was extremely quiet apart from the occasional sounds the crows flying above them made. Nobody else was there but the stone angels, crosses and tombstones surrounding them.

Puffing out cigarette smoke, Zakk looked around, noticing rotting flowers right beside fresh bouquets on the next grave, a few grave candles burning low, even some small personal items like pendants and porcelain figurines. Then, he turned to Brodie lying next to him and extensively looked at his face, his eyes, his nose, his lips, as he watched the clouds eclipse in the sky, seemingly unaware of his boyfriend’s staring.

After a while, Brodie took his eyes off the sky and turned his head to glance at Zakk before he snuggled even closer to him. Smiling softly, Zakk put his arm around his shoulder and closed his eyes for moment, taking in the scent of the wet moss mixed with cigarette smoke and Brodie's deodorant.

As they stayed like this for the entirety of the album, it became so dark that their only source of light was the candle next to them and the moon. After putting on another playlist, Brodie turned down the music a bit and they looked at the stars, pointing out constellations that probably didn’t even actually exist – or the name was correct but the constellation was wrong.

Brodie would like to say it was a romantic date, but he decided to keep his mouth shut because he didn’t want to be teased by Zakk once again. Not now at least, it would ruin the mood.

Little did he know that Zakk had actually planned it as such because what one wouldn’t expect of him was that he was a bit of a romantic at heart - especially when it came to Brodie. And doing this today made it seem more ‘edgy' at first glance compared to if it was Valentine’s Day or their anniversary.

They both loved the creepy vibe of the place, which matched Halloween and still made this a sort of themed date, but also how peaceful it was. Away from the big parties, the trick or treating and other people who were trying to outdo each other with the most spectacular costume.

Just having time to themselves without a real plan for the date other than lying there and not doing anything. Listening to music through shared headphones, looking at the stone statues surrounding them, stargazing until the sun would rise again. It was perfect.

Time passed so quickly that soon the sky was lit up red and yellow and the candle was almost completely burnt down so Zakk leaned over to blow the flame out. The two of them laid there a little longer to watch the sunrise and listen to music to the point his phone died.

“Let's go home,” Brodie said as he put away the headphones and got up from the ground, his joints cracking after remaining in nearly the same position for hours.

“Yeah,” Zakk nodded in agreement and grabbed his backpack before getting up and heading back home with Brodie.

[musashi]

mcr lore??? like what kind

well, it'd be a lot in one ask, but here's some highlights:

the lead singer was a cartoonist who watched 9/11 happen right in front of him mere miles from ground zero, immediately scrapped all his comic/cartoon projects because he was so terrified of what would happen after that the only thing he could do was write music about it, texted all his friends "quit your job join my emo band" and proceeded to make his little brother play bass

every single MCR album has a story, some more cohesive than others

there is a cursed song they refuse to play live because shit always breaks/goes wrong every time they do

there's one show where they played for a crowd that DID NOT WANT THEM it was like a hardcore fucking festival where slayer went on before them and the world was at PEAK EMO/MY CHEM hatred and people were throwing fruit, rocks, and bottles of piss and gerard got up there and sang thank you for the venom with a big smug smile on his face encouraging them to keep booing and jeering and throwing shit and the crowd was overall so impressed with his audacity that they immediately changed their tune (some lyrics of that song include 'i wouldn't front the scene if you paid me / give me all your poison / you're running after something that you'll never kill / fire at will' the last of which he sang while gesturing toward his whole body as if to scream go ahead.)

they checked themselves into a haunted mansion to write the black parade, which resulted in mental health episodes so bad that one of them had to go on a leave

another had a tape recorder that he described his horrible night terrors into and then sampled it for a song on said album

the way they announced this album was by having a bunch of cult looking dudes in black cloaks march down the streets of london with a bunch of fans holding signs that said 'black parade' before a concert, where they then proceeded to fake out fans attending the concert by saying 'mcr can't play tonight. we've gotten their friends the black parade to fill in for them.' the band came out to universal booing and jeering before fans realized it was them under a new name/alter ego. fucking pandemonium ensued.

there's a music video where multiple members of the band got injured and they just kept fucking filming and those are the takes they used. the drummer caught on fire and got gangrene.

stephanie meyer based edward cullen off gerard and listened to a ton of MCR when she was writing twilight. she asked MCR to do music for the twilight movies and they not only declined, but wrote a song about how much they are not selling out and writing music for twilight.

they set their last album in california 2019 under the reign of an oppressive government. they reunited in california 2019 under reign of an oppressive government (there is a LOT more to it than that, related to the 9/11 shit above)

they used real life actual witchcraft to revive the band after their breakup

this is literally just what i could think off the top of my head like there is so fucking much dude