#( liz was shocking but also fitting )

[khvlani]

i have this headcanon that alex is sooo into sea related things (ESPECIALLY SHARKS) and it’s like something she fixates on and one of the things in her bucket list is to go scuba diving. she often invites casey to go do it with her but casey is lowkey afraid of exploring the ocean ( the thought that only 5-ish% of the ocean has been explored scares her) and refuses to go everytime she’s asked.

but like on time they got into this huge fight and it made alex very sad and stressed that she eventually got distant which ended up stressing casey as well. casey ended up going to a toy store and bought a shark plush and some kiddie snorkel goggles and showed up to alex’s office being like:

“i���m sorry and i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life swimming with the sharks with you even though i think it’s scary. my fear of the ocean’s great unknown is nothing compared to my love for you. so i dont care if we die exploring the sea, as long as im doing it with you, i’m good”

this shocks alex because she learns about casey’s fear of the deep waters but also leaves her in awe because her ginger of a gf did something out of the usual. like, yes casey is naturally affectionate when it comes to her but the thought of casey stepping out of her comfort zone just to make alex happy is not something she expected.

so alex ends up forgiving her and offering her an alternative that casey happily agreed to. they make up and shared a week worth of kisses (duh they’re horny sapphics and they missed each other so bad they had to make up for it). they ended that day eating chinese food and alex teased casey for buying kid sized snorkeling goggles even though she’s well aware it doesn’t fit either of them.

alex: you bought these, why?

casey: because they’re blue! you like blue! and it matches the little shark plush

alex *grinning*: casey, honey, they’re too small for me. AND YOU!!

bonus detail is Liz passing by alex’s office, taking a peek at the couple who are both laughing their heads off. Liz is happy and proud that casey and alex are happy and getting the peace and break that they deserve that she decided to take a quick picture before leaving the office. she later sent the picture to casey who then decided to print it out and frame it. said picture is displayed in their shared home.

[hearts-4-vicky]

ugh this girl shes so cute like… im actually so down BAD its not even funny

Hi my loves🫶🏼 this was supposed to be longer n come quicker but i forgot to save my draft n i was so fucking done UGHHHH.. I just wanted to put something out for you guys as a thank you for all the support my last post got❤️❤️❤️ I never thought id be postin on here but 😛

anyway, tall! bodyguard! fem reader x wonyoung has been taking over my mind lately yall dont even understand 😭🙏 (this isnt proofread cuz im so done, so sorry my loves if theres something wrong😔)

lets say ur a bit older than Yujin (like by a couple months) n ur first official job as a bodyguard is to make sure Ive makes it to a pop up event safely😝 Starship hired so many of u guys because sasaengs have been appearing more frequently than before. So here comes you and like nearly 3 dozen more guards though you stand out due to how tall u r😍😍😍(like taller than 6’4 cuz babygirl wony is already tall asf😔🙏) n your build (muscular women r so fine UGHHHH)

You and the rest of the squad were walking to the girls big ass dressing room, though you felt many eyes on you. Its something you’re used to, always being the tallest in the room (cant relate😭) Arriving at the dressing room door gets you a bit nervous since you know how big ive is as a group and how stunning they are😍😍😍 Once you guys were given the green light to enter, you need to lean down to fit through the door. seeing this, one of your colleagues snickers, making you roll your eyes.

Ive’s manager introduces you and the rest of your crew to the members, short n sweet. As their manager was just giving a brief run down abt whats gonna happen once you guys arrive, Wonyoung notices you. You were much taller than her and stronger too from what she can see😍 baby girl would be so shocked since most girls shes met have never been taller than her🥺 She was so focused on you that she didnt notice how one of her members eyes were also glued to you😛

ur bitch ass was zoning the fuck out but still kinda listening to the manager but you noticed how drop dead gorgeous the members were (same) though you were always drawn to the tallest member. Her beauty had you practically fawning over her that you didnt even notice the rest of the squad (ayeee pull up wit da gang😝😝😝😝 im so sorry) left to go to the vans you all arrived in😭 Flustered at this, you jog to the door to catch up, hitting your head on the doorframe in the process 🥺🥺🥺 You hear giggles after, but failing to notice how Wonyoung’s eyes were full with concern. Whimpering at the slight sting, you hold your head while still trying to catch up with the rest.🥺🥺🥺

Wonyoung watches as you disappear into the distance, pouting as she hears her members talk about how cute you were🙏 she starts paying attention after hearing yujin ask if they was a chance you were single😭 “Maybe, but not after im done talking with her..” Gaeul says proudly, though its short lived as Wonyoung hears Rei respond “Unnie, she’d have to go her her knees to kiss yo-“YAH!” The room fills with laughter as the eldest sulks in her spot, mumbling how unfair life is. Wonyoung’s mind goes back to you, not wanting to hear her members talk about how they want to get to know you more😜

timeskip to the event cuz im SICK AND TIRED OF THIS APP.

You and the other bodyguards line up behind each side of the rope safety barriers (is that what its called…) You were near entrance of the building and could already seen waves of people try to get a glimpse of the idols that were soon to arrive

As the van pulls up you can hear the crowd getting louder by the second. They only get louder as the girls start to come out, first with Yujin, then Gaeul, Rei, Wonyoung, Liz, and lastly Leeseo. Camera flashes and screams fill the air as the girls walk to the entrance of the building. They do their best to get there in a short amount of time while also interacting with fans

It was going smoothly, with the three eldest already at the door, waiting for the other members. Wonyoung was just a couple steps away from them before a man grips her wrist and pulls her closer to him. She tries to fight back but he is much stronger, tightening his already harsh grip. You act quickly, making the man let go and shoving him as hard as you can. He has a pissed off look on his face but it soon turns to fear as he sees you towering over him. The man nearly shits his pants after you bend your knees to be at eye level with him, hearing you call him the harshest words that come to mind.

After that, you let another bodyguard deal with the man as you turn your body to face the shaking girl. (babygirl was a bit scared cuz u seemed so pissed🥺🥺🥺) Your eyes soften at her state, shes frozen in her spot with widen eyes. Wonyoung focuses on you as you lean down to quietly talk to her. Her eyes are pretty is the first thing that comes to Wonyoung’s mind. She gazes upon your features for what feels like years, her admiration soon turning into attraction for you as she holds her now red wrist. You notice this, cursing the man in your head as you take a closer look at her wrist. holy fuck that shit is red, you meet her eyes once more, taking note on how hers seem to shine in the sunlight. “Are you feeling alright, Miss Jang?” you say in a sweet, soft tone. Wonyoung feels her heart start to race at how soft you are with her, a big contrast to how you acted to the man (duh)

“Oh-Yes! I’m okay, just a bit shaken up..” Wonyoung didnt respond right away since your warm aura made her start to relax. You nod, “Do you want me to escort you to the door?” She starts to nod, but is interrupted by her members rushing to her side asking her if shes okay. You step back, giving them their time but also waiting for her answer. After Wonyoung reassures them that shes fine she turn to you, nodding to your question from before. You failed to notice how her cheeks flushed a light pink as you walked behind her to the door🥺🥺🥺

time skip cuz its literally 1:30 am rn….

You didnt just walk her to the door but instead everywhere. You would only leave her side if she needed to take photos or use the restroom (though you were right outside the door just in case) You were following her around like a velcro puppy (clingy dog) 🥺🥺 Wonyoung thought you were so cuteee😭 she thought you were like a newfoundland puppy cuz ur so big UGH🥺 She watched as your eyes practically sparkled whenever you say something you liked or if someone brought up a topic you were interested in❤️❤️❤️ Babygirl was falling for you so hard rn

As the event was coming to an end, she wanted to go to the restroom before they left (it was an excuse to get you alone with her🫶🏼) She stopped right in front of the ladies door, making you confused. Wonyoung turns to you, leans toward you while slipping a piece of paper in your hand. She ran away shortly after to go to the rest of her members. It all happened so fast you were slow to comprehend what just happened. Reliving the moment for a few seconds you realizing she had kissed you on the cheek.

You place your empty hand over the cheek, now adored with a lipstick mark, as you smile like a dumbass😭 you hear your name being called to leave as well but before going over there, you read the note.

“Yn, I just wanted to thank you for making me feel safe and for getting to know me. I hope we meet again, as friends or maybe more?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

-Wonyoung <3”

You nearly fainted reading that last part.

OH MY GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG💀

guys if u ever write on this app MAKE SURE YOU SAVE PLEASE…. (my asks r open if u want this to be continued or if u wanna request something❤️)

kk love you guys🫶🏼 be safe, and have a good day❤️

[miela]

First of all, thank you so much for this request. I love this trope so much. Gonna make this part of an AU of Shattered Memories version of this because this fits so well with it! Reader doesn't have spidey powers in this one, so the outcome would be very different which is why it's even more of an AU. Enjoy!

A Sense of Reunion {AU}

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark Daughter!Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: devious child (lmao) Word Count: 3.4k 

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Peter didn’t expect it to happen like this. He wasn’t sure if it was a blessing or a curse, actually. He simply needed a job to pay for rent and be able to make a living for himself in the best way that he could. But he didn’t expect everything to drop into his lap like this. 

Peter had gotten fired from his job at the pizza place as a delivery driver. He was late one too many times on making deliveries which resulted him in getting fired. Although the job wasn’t all lavish and luxurious, it still helped with rent. He begged for another chance but the manager wouldn’t budge, which left Peter jobless and struggling. With juggling his Spiderman duties, school studies, and trying to function as an adult earlier than he would’ve liked to he had a lot on his plate. It made him feel rather lonely sometimes. Yeah, he had his college friends and the sweet neighbors in the apartment complex across the hall, but it wasn’t anything like when he had his friends from before.

And it was definitely different without you.

(Y/N) Jarvis.

You were someone who transferred into Midtown Tech during your sophomore year of high school. You didn’t make friends too easily and usually kept to yourself in general. It wasn’t until you decided to join the Academic Decathlon that you became friends with Liz Allan. That’s when you truly opened up. That’s when your true personality shined through. You were a sweet girl. Always helpful and always kind. Peter was taken by you fairly quickly. 

Peter was also surprised at how unconventional you were.

“You guys are building a Lego Death Star?” you asked intrigued from your locker which wasn’t that far from Peter’s. 

You had overheard Ned and him talking about it and you just couldn’t help yourself but go over and ask about it. They were kind of shocked that a popular girl like you approached them.

“Uhm…” Peter started nervously and hesitantly. “Y-yeah…!”

You beamed. “That’s so cool! I’m jealous! I have a Millennium Falcon that I haven’t had time to do.”

“Really?” Ned asked. 

“Yeah!” You smiled, took out your phone, and showed them a picture of you happily hugging the Lego box. 

Peter pretty much fell head over heels for you right then and there without realizing it.

The problem was that you were dating Flash Thompson at the time, and Flash did not like Peter. There were plenty of times when you had to defend Peter from Flash’s bullying and you had to apologize to Peter for Flash's bullying, which put a strain on your relationship. And it ended up in a breakup during the homecoming dance. You spent the whole dance crying in the bathroom by yourself until Liz found you and comforted you. Then the week after Liz had to move away. 

So you lost your boyfriend and your best friend within a week.

Peter will never understand why you confided in him, but you did which only strengthened your friendship and his crush on you that he didn’t realize until the beginning of senior year. Ned told him that you felt the same way but he just thought he was saying that because of how close of friends you guys had become. He wondered if it was actually true. He would never know. 

At least so he thought. 

When he had to sacrifice his identity to save the universe, he remembered your reaction to it. You were there that day and you were supportive of him throughout everything. Except when you had to forget about him. He had never seen you cry so hard before, beg so much before, and look so hurt before.

It broke his heart. 

And here he was a year later and you didn’t remember him along with the rest of the world.

When his college friend, Harry Osborn, heard about Peter losing his job he brought up something that changed his life. 

“You know the Starks are looking for a babysitter.��� 

He perked up at the Stark name. “Huh?”

“Yeah,” he replied. “It’s very under wraps, they want to keep it secret that they have children. But it’s good money. I can put it a good word for you.”

And that’s how Peter ended up at the Stark’s lakehouse right outside of the city, in front of his old mentor and father figure’s face meeting him and his daughter for the first time again. It was strange to him that he had to pretend like this was the first time he was meeting Tony Stark and his family. 

Well, this was his first time meeting Morgan and she took an instant liking to Peter which pleased Tony and Pepper.

“Now she may like you, but the real boss will be home soon,” Tony mentioned. “If she doesn’t see you as a good fit she’ll fire you before I do.”

Peter couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but he chose to chuckle softly. He was also shocked to hear that he had another daughter. 

She must be like 12 or something if she can’t watch Morgan, he thought. 

Soon Tony and Pepper say their goodbyes to Morgan and Peter as they took off. They were apparently going to Malibu for the weekend for some business trip. Peter was surprised they chose him to be the babysitter but really, when you are Iron Man you can pretty much guarantee your safety from the average person (even though Peter isn’t an average person).

Peter looked down at Morgan who was smiling up at him. “Are you hungry? Do you want a snack?”

“Yes,” she chimed.

So he went to the kitchen with her and at her request, he made her a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He figured that he would make one for you too since you would probably be hungry when you got home. When he asked Morgan what kind of sandwich you would like she told him.

“Peanut butter, Nutella, and jelly, but the peanut butter has to be chunky and the jelly has to be strawberry jam and the Nutella has to be in the center because on the peanut butter side, you have to put potato chips and on the jelly side you have to put strawberry chucks and the one with the Nutella has to have banana slices,” she explained very meticulously. “And she likes to eat it with a glass of milk on the side. Oh! And the bread has to be honey wheat and toasted,”

“Oh…” Peter responded trying to go over the steps in his mind. “Wanna help me make it so I don’t mess it up?”

Morgan was more than happy to help and he grabbed all of the ingredients from various cabinets. Meanwhile, Morgan talked about anything and everything. One of the things he found out was that your nickname is “Luna” because it rhymed with “Maguna” and you had a moon and stars themed room. It reminded him a lot of you and how you would always draw moons and stars on the corners of your school notes when you were bored in class or as a way to distract you from whatever was making you feel uncomfortable at the moment. 

“I know my name is Morgan but Daddy calls me Maguna, Luna calls me Maguna and Mommy calls me Maguna so you can call me Maguna too.”

“But that’s your nickname for your family, right?” 

“Mhm!” Morgan smiled happily.

“So maybe I should call you something else? How about Miss Morgan?”

Morgan giggled and nodded. “Then, I will call you Mister Peter.”

“Deal,” he smiled.

“You should marry my big sister! She likes boys like you!” Morgan stated excitedly like she just came up with the best idea in the world. 

“I-I think, I might be too old for your sister, Miss Morgan,” Peter laughed. 

Morgan shook her head. “Nuh-uh, you are perfect for her! Her last boyfriend was a poopyface.”

Peter smiled at her enthusiasm and just let her live her little fantasy. As he finished putting your sandwich together, he heard the door open. 

“I’m home,” you sang.

“Luna!!” Morgan cheered and ran over to you. 

As Peter heard you and Morgan greet each other, he poured the glass of milk and put it next to the plate of the intricately detailed sandwich. Then he walked over to introduce himself as the new babysitter. But he froze when he saw who it was. It wasn’t a preteen girl like he was expecting.

It was you.

He wasn’t sure what confused him the more, the fact that you weren’t a child but someone his age or the fact that you’re Tony Stark’s daughter. He had so many questions but he didn’t even know which one he would ask first if he could ask any. You didn’t even remember who he is so he couldn’t even ask. 

You looked up at him and smiled as Morgan hugged you around your waist. “Hello! Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N).”

Peter remembered what Mr. Stark said and had to catch himself before he looked really stupid just staring at you like a deer in headlights. “H-hi!” He squeaked out after a moment and then cleared his throat to fix his voice from cracking in high octaves again. “H-hey, I’m…uh…Peter, the new babysitter.”

“We made you your favorite sandwich!” Morgan said excitedly before you could respond.

“Ooh,” your smile grew. ““I’ll be right back, I gotta get out of these clothes and into something more comfy and then I can enjoy the sandwich.”

And you went up the stairs to do just that and Peter watched you go until you were out of view. He was still processing everything that just happened. 

Morgan walked over to Peter. “Told you.” she sang and Peter blushed. 

When you came back down, you went straight the the kitchen where Peter and Morgan were sitting at the island. You wore a black oversized 90s vintage designed Taylor Swift tee shirt and a pair of drop-crotch joggers with blue fuzzy socks with cloud prints on them. Your face was cleared from makeup and you looked ten times more relaxed than you did when you first came home. You went straight for the sandwich, let out a satisfied breath, and closed your eyes as you chewed your first bite. 

“You made this?” You asked Peter. 

“Uh, yeah,” he responded as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. “With some help of course.”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled. 

“Really?” 

“Mhm!” you nodded and took another bite.

Peter gave you a tight-lipped smile in response.

“You seem nervous,” you mentioned. “Did my dad tell you that I'm scary and would fire you before he does? Relax, ignore him. He says that to freak people out.”

Peter wished that was what had him nervous, but he was still processing that you were here, that you were a Stark. He wondered where the name Jarvis came from. It didn’t help that he also has a major crush on you which only adds to his nervousness of being around you. 

“Man, he got you all freaked out, doesn’t he?” You asked when Peter didn’t say anything. “No worries, I’ll hang out with your guys so you can see that I’m not as scary as he says.”

Peter figured this would be one helluva day.  

After doing different activities with Morgan like having a tea party, puzzles, and drawing you guys settled into watching a movie which was Frozen II. Peter noted that you sang every single song without missing a single note or beat. Morgan sang a long too but with some songs, she would be too enthralled by the movie to really remember to sing. After the movie, it was almost eight o’clock Morgan had winded down but she wasn’t sleepy just yet. 

“Alright, Maguna,” you stood up from the couch and did a big stretch. “We can do one more thing before it’s bedtime. So what’s it gonna be?”

She looked up in thought and then a spark came to her eye and then, what Peter could’ve seen, was a mischievous smile. “Let’s play house,” She said.

Oh god, Peter thought and Morgan’s words from earlier echoed in his mind. It was bad enough that he was still processing all of this but he felt like he was about to be set up by a six-year-old.

“Alrighty then,” you agreed. “Who’s gonna be who?”

“You two have to be mommy and daddy,” she explained. “And I’m the baby.”

Peter decided he needed to avert the situation without completely throwing away the whole idea. “You want me to be Mommy, and (Y/N) to be Daddy?” Peter joked. 

Morgan laughed at the idea and you giggled looking at Peter with an eyebrow raised. 

“Perfect, I get to make fun of my dad for once.” You smile, amused.

Peter sighed in relief when you turned back to Morgan who was still laughing. 

After playing house for a while with you imitating Tony exaggeratingly and Peter doing his best mom impression, Morgan was finally tired enough to finally go to sleep. You carried her to her bed and Peter leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you tuck her in. Morgan seemed happy and in return made you happy which made Peter happy. 

He was exhausted though.

“Goodnight, Maguna,” you smiled and kissed her head. “I love you 3000.”

“I love you 3000,” she replied softly and sleepily as she hugged a soft bear plushie. 

“Goodnight, Miss Morgan,” Peter smiled. 

“Goodnight, Mr. Peter,” She yawned. 

You stood up from the bed and walked over to the doorway to where Peter was. You both smiled at each other tiredly.

“Ready?” You asked him.

“Yeah,” he nodded feeling relief that Morgan hadn’t done any funny business to make things awkward between you two.

But he mentally spoke too soon.

“Wait!” Morgan exclaimed startling you both as you guys looked a her wonderously. “You guys have to kiss goodnight!”

Peter felt his soul leave his body. He thought he was safe from this. It’s not like he didn’t want to kiss you, he’s been wanting to kiss you for years. But that doesn’t mean that you want to kiss him. Now it was going to make everything awkward. He didn’t blame Morgan though. She was just a kid with a big imagination. A very, very big and open imagination. 

“Us?” You asked with an unsure look on your face.

“Yes,” Morgan replied sitting up and crossing her arms.

You looked at Peter shyly and he could tell your face was burning from embarrassment. His face was also burning just thinking of the idea of kissing you. You gave him a look the read that you were willing to if he was.

“I can kiss you on the cheek,” you whispered and Peter’s blush bloomed even more.

“Yeah…!” he squeaked again and then cleared his throat. “No, yeah the cheek is good…mhm…yeah.”

“No,” Morgan whined and pouted. “Like how Papa and Mama kiss.”

You looked at Morgan horrified and Peter’s eyes widened and he froze.

“You gotta, otherwise I can't sleep,” Morgan stated. 

“Bullshit,” you sang lowly enough for only you and Peter to hear. 

“Morgan, I don’t think it’s a good idea-” Peter began but was cut off by a grunt from Morgan who pouts harder and crossed her arms over herself.

Peter wanted to crawl into a hole and scream. Mostly because he wasn’t against the idea but he didn’t want to do it in front of Morgan and he didn’t want to do it if you didn’t want to do it.

“I’m okay with it if you are,” you said knocking Peter out of his thoughts and nearly onto the floor. 

Did he hear you right?

“A-are you sure…?” He asked with wide eyes.

You nodded in response looking up at him. “It’s no big deal, right? Just a peck wouldn’t hurt.”

Oh my god, it’s happening. Peter felt his entire body buzz with a feeling he couldn’t really pinpoint.

“O-okay,” Peter squeaked once more and mentally cursed himself for it.

You stepped closer to him as you looked him in the eyes and he looked back into yours. You were just as pretty as he remembered and now you're so close to him getting ready to kiss him, He gulped nervously. His heart raced a million miles per hour.

He thinks he would have an easier time kissing Ned than he would you at this very moment.

“I’m waiting,” Morgan sang sleepily.

“Here goes nothing,” you said before you pressed your lips to Peter’s.

His heart jolted and he kissed back in a reflex. 

This kiss lasted a total of five seconds but to Peter, it was five seconds too short. You pulled back and pressed your lips together looking up at him for a long moment. He looked back at you with his heart still racing in his ears. He could’ve sworn he heard yours beating at the same rapid pace. After a long moment of looking at each other, you broke the gaze and looked over at Morgan. Peter never took his eyes off of you. 

“She’s asleep,” you whispered. 

Peter looked over to see a sleeping Morgan. Peter had no idea when she fell asleep but he was hoping that it was before you guys kissed.

 “Let’s get out of here before she wakes up and has some other bright ideas,” you whispered again.

“Y-yeah,” Peter walked out and you followed behind.

You closed the door softly and then walked down the hall with him so you guys could talk freely without worrying about waking up a sleeping Morgan.

“Uhm…” you started. “You can stay here tonight. It’s late and we have like three guest rooms that you can use.”

“Yeah, your dad told me earlier.”

“Oh! Okay, good, good.”

You guys stood there for a moment, ignoring the elephant in the room. Peter felt it and he was pretty sure that you felt it too. The curiosity of what a genuine kiss would feel like rather than one that was rushed, But neither of you wanted to bring it up. 

You cleared your throat and turned to walk towards your room. “Goodnight, Peter.”

Peter watched you as your hand grabbed the doorknob and before he could even make a decision, his mouth did it for him. 

“(Y/N)?”

You stopped and looked at wide-eyed Peter who was surprised by his own voice. 

“Yes?” You respond.

You guys looked at each other longingly again before his legs took him over by you. What are you doing? He stopped right in front of you. Another moment of looking at each other and wondering. 

You glanced down at his lips and he did the same to yours. That was all the answer he needed.

“C-can I try something?” He asked softly.  

“Yes, “ you answer before he can even finish asking. 

He glanced back at your lips a moment before looking deeply into your eyes. He then softly puts a shaky hand on your cheek and you close your eyes a moment before you look up with hooded eyes. He leaned in slowly and you let out a soft breath and closed your eyes. 

Then his lips met yours. 

The kiss was soft and sweet and Peter could actually feel the softness of your lips then time. You put your hands on his shoulders and grip his shirt as you deepened this kiss causing it to go from cute to passionate. Peter’s heart was racing once again and he let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.

He was finally able to kiss you after all these years and it was better than he could’ve ever imagined. 

After a moment he got a little more confident and he brought your bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment causing a soft gasp to escape from you before he kissed you again, taking your breath away. He had no idea what came over him, but you both liked it.

After another moment you pulled back and he chased the kiss not wanting to part just yet. He looked at you with hooded eyes before pulling back a little. You looked up at him and brought your hand up to touch your lips before you hesitated a moment and pressed your lips together.

“Uhm…we should…” you started your voice very low.

“No, yeah, yeah. We should…” Peter said and then stepped back slowly. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You replied and stepped into your room quickly and closed the door.

Peter turned and smiled big as he walked to the guest room. At the same time, you leaned against your door smiling and softly touching your lips as you still tasted his kiss on your lips.

~

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[sugarsfics]

King For A Day

Summary: Eddie’s shirts scores him a date on the girl he has his eye on.  

Trope: acquaintances to lovers? Modernish  

A/N: While i was working on Eddie x private!school!reader, Virgin!Eddie and a request I was also doing this on and I ended up finishing it first soooooo yeaaa.....This fic has nothing to do with the song title I chose it just seemed fitting because Eddie 100% felt like a king in this......Also I am sad that I wasn’t able to buy tickets for their tour so I am manifesting that a knight in shining leather will save me with tickets so then this fic was born (Sorry for the long a/n)

Warnings: 18+,mention of a wet dream, Cussing, Eddie being a dork, more so of Eddie's pov and thoughts, use of y/n

Word count: 1.5k 

Eddie is currently nursing his beer at a party that he didn’t want to be at. His friend Steve Harrington was having a little house party and told Eddie that he had to come. Eddie and Steve friendship is fairly new, they have been in the same friend group for about a year almost two, but recently have been getting close to call each other a friend, Steve also invited the older members of the Hellfire club they were skeptical but trusted in their DM. They all stayed together on the couch “There’s your girl” Jeff said to Gareth. Gareth’s girlfriend, Liz, walked in “And yours” he nudged Eddie then saw you walked in with Liz. 

6 months ago, Gareth introduced Liz to Hellfire, but Eddie's focused was on you. You were behind them trying to not be seen, only there for moral support, but Eddie saw you it was like a halo and spotlights were on you. The boys found out about his crush on Gareth's birthday, Gareth was having a pool party, of course he invited Liz, but Eddie was shocked when you came, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not like he couldn’t before, but now you were in a swim suit. That night the boys had a sleepover, or as Gareth told Liz a “hang out that may include sleeping,” with your body on his mind Eddie had a wet dream the boys were woken up by Eddie whimpering and moaning your name. Eddie woke up to them laughing, he was mortified when they told him what happened. Eddie left early the next morning for business, but he was embarrassed, he told them that if they ever spoke on that night again, they will be banished from Hellfire and their characters would die a gruesome death. Gareth has been slowly hyping up Eddie to you and Liz to tell you and it was working.  

You and Liz weren’t from Hawkins, you guys lived in the city close to Hawkins. She met Gareth through one of her online games. You being her best friend was fucking scared for her life meeting a guy online could go horrible in many ways, on their first date you stay in her car hidden, it was something you both did on the first dates, Gareth didn’t kidnap her so he was going pretty good then they became a thing and he wanted her to meet his friends, of course you went because you are paranoid and this whole time it could have been a whole scheme to kidnap her, but the only that was stolen was your heart by a curly haired dork. 

Gareth walked up to you girls greeting you and hugging Liz then bringing you both to the couch. Eddie made eye contact with you, you smiled and waved at him, he was so glad that Steve’s house was dark because he could feel his face heating up with blush.  

You were standing awkwardly next to Liz and Gareth while they were sucking faces. You were looking around when you meet with Eddie’s brown eyes again, he smiled and patted to the seat next to him you looked around the pointed to yourself mouthing “me?” he nodded. “Hi” he said when you sat “Hey thanks for saving me” “Yea I been a victim of third wheeling myself, so I didn’t want a fair maiden like you to be one” smooth he thought. He took a sip of his warm beer and grimace at the warmth “I’m going to grab a drink do you want anything” “Sure water please” “You know you are at an infamous Steve the hair Harrington’s party” “So I have heard but” you looked at Liz “She is on her third drink so that leaves me the driver” “Well then I will be back with you water” he bow Eddie what the fuck was that he mentally smacked his head. He hurried to the coolers outside, grabbed his beer then dug to the bottom of the cooler to grab you the coldest water.  

He felt his heart drop at the sight in front of him, Steve has taken his spot he was flirting with you. Steve did his hair move that Eddie knew too well from watching flirt trying to subtly get tips on how to woo you. He should have known that if you left a pretty girl alone Steve would find them. He walks up to you with his head down “Here is your water y/n” he missed the way your eyes lit up hearing his voice “Thank you Eddie” you scoot over “Here I kept your spot warm” “Oh” he gasped “Thank you” he melted in the seat because of how your scent lingered. Steve started talking to you again which made Eddie quietly groaned “So y/n other than water what do you like to drink” Steve said “Oh um Strawberry Lemonde is my favorite” I CAN’T HAVE ANYTH- “What about you Eddie” he was shocked that you were facing him and talking to him while Steve was in sitting next to you “I-um like Kool-Aid" really Eddie now she is going to think you’re a kid-  “What flavor?” “The red one” “Pretty basic” you joked “What could I say I like the classics”  

Steve left a while ago but you both didn’t notice; shit you didn’t notice how long you guys were talking Eddie forgot that he was at a party till he saw you squirming in your seat. “Are you ok” he asked “Yeah I am fine it is just really humid in here” he had been feeling the stickiness for a while but didn’t want to ruin his moment. “Oh, yea I didn’t even realize that” *lie* “Do you want go outside” “Yes please” he places a hand on your back and guides you outside the warmth of his hand that you definitely want to feel more of. Outside there were still people but not as many, it had a more chill vibe than the inside. “Ah much better” you sighed. The porch light was on so Eddie was able to see your outfit, a grey tee shirt, a skirt with ripped tight and some well-loved black converse, it may have been for the black sweater he was wearing or you, but his body felt like it was on fire. You watched a group of people playing beer pong and saw Eddie moving from the corner of your eye, he was taking off his sweater, you started to watch him struggle out of his sweater then his shirt started to rise and you saw a the patch of hair going to his forbidden area you turned back to watch the beer pong player before you stared for too long. 

Eddie finally got out of his sweater; he was super confused on why it was so hard to get out of it but that is a question for later. “So, tell me more about where you lived” he started you turned to him “Oh well it- *gasp* is that a Pierce The Veil shirt” he looked down at himself “Yes, it is” “The is my favorite band” “What!! Me too” Sorry Sabbath I will make it up later “I was so bummed that I wasn’t able to get tickets since they are playing close” “Well well today might be your lucky day” you looked at him confused “I may have an extra ticket” your eyes widen “What” “Yea my buddy won’t be able to make it I was going to sell it and go by myself but having you be next to me wouldn’t be so bad” smooth Eddie you are on a roll tonight “Are you joking” “No would you like to see Pierce The Veil with me” “YES” you pulled him into a hug “oh my I am sorry I was excited and-” “It was perfectly fine” “How much” “I’m sorry” “How much do I owe you” “For?” “The ticket silly” “Oh nothing” “No I am not going to not pay for the ticket” “I invited you, so you are not paying” “But I must pay you back somehow” “Simple go on a date with me” “A date?” “Yes u-unless you don’t want to go on a date with me then we could go as fri-” you brought your finger to his mouth “I would love to go on a date with you” “Great can I- um" he scratched the back of his neck “Get your number” “Yes” you pulled out a pen from your purse and wrote down your number on his hand. “I-” Eddie was about to speak when Liz came outside with Gareth “Y/n I am ready to go are you” you gave Eddie a sorry look “Yes I will meet you at the car” she nodded her head then went back inside with Gareth “unfortunately I have to go but I had a great time” “Me too I actually had fun for once” “I should probably be home around 1 so call me” you said kissing his cheek “YES *cough* I mean yea sure” you giggled and waved at him leaving him behind to go take care of your bestie.  

Eddie drove home with two things on his mind you and how he was going to find to tickets to a sold out concert.  

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!FNAF SL REDUX! info dumpy post

By far the biggest thing I wanted to talk about is CB and Elizabeth’s whole possession deal in this au of mine and how some of it works, as well as explain a few things. So sit down and grab a snack and prepare for the yap session of your life. 

CB’s whole heterochromia

This is the major indicator if a CB in this Au is possessed by Liz or not. If the eyes are solid blue, Liz is either alive or has passed on. If her left eye is green Liz is present. If the blue is absent either Liz is in control or that's not CB. If they are neither that's a different version of CB entirely.

The process of her eye changing was relatively painless, she hadn't even noticed her eye had changed until it was pointed out to her. 

2. Elizabeth's goulash form

Liz looking the way she does comes from her remnant being split up and experimented on and put into the 4 funtimes. CB is special because she killed Liz and has the most remnant.

Her form only gets worse in post SL and Fnaf 6

  3. Limited distance from one another

CB and Liz can not be separated from one another, and the distance that Liz can be away from CB can vary depending on location, and the security CB feels in said location.

Yes, the ability for Liz to be far away from CB is dependent on how comfortable CB feels, or if she happens to be asleep.

L.

4. The whole possession thing

Liz taking control of CB is rare, because it can be quite painful for both parties involved. If CB were to get control shocked or scooped while Liz is possessing her, it would hurt Liz more than normal. Liz also tends to produce remnant when possessing baby, and this goop will come out of her eyes and mouth.

So due to this the only time Liz ever takes control is in a fit of rage or in a fit of fear.

You can always tell when Liz is in control.

That's all I got today, hope you liked it.😀

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Takes place during the wedding/wedding planning with Cove! Derek is your man of honor, but he's a little sad because he's always had feelings for you. Baxter is your wedding planner, but he's a little sad because he was in love with you but then left. Can the sad boys come together? Read on to find out!

DEREK

When you and Cove had called Derek to tell him that you'd gotten engaged, it wasn't a surprise.

Bittersweet? Yes. Shocking? Not even a little.

But when you called him later to ask him to be your best man, well, that was a different matter entirely. He hadn't even thought about it, but if he had he would have been sure you would have picked Liz, or maybe Lee to stand beside you during your wedding. You were good friends, sure, and he considered you and Cove his best friends, but to give him that position? He certainly didn't expect it.

He agreed immediately, of course -- he'd always do anything for you.

It was only after he hung up the phone that he considered what it might truly entail, to be in the wedding party of the person he loved while they married someone else. It would be hard, he knew that, but he'd just have to push aside his feelings and be there for you. That part, at least, was second nature to him.

Throughout the planning process, Derek put everything he had into being the best best man he could be. He researched the traditional duties of the role, kept in close contact with you and the rest of the wedding party to plan any events or dress and tux fittings, that kind of thing. He let himself get so busy that he didn't give himself time to think.

But when it was finally the big day and he stood in the corner of your hotel room, respectfully looking away while your family members helped you get dressed, the thoughts started creeping in.

This was it. The life he'd dreamed of for over a decade, officially out of reach. You were marrying Cove, which was wonderful -- even in the solace of his own mind, he wouldn't let himself think any bad thoughts about Cove -- but he knew this meant that you were going to be with each other forever, and his seat on the sidelines would become permanent.

"Derek, check me out!" you said giddily, done getting ready.

He turned and took in the sight -- you looked absolutely gorgeous.

"Yeah, you're going to knock Cove right out," he told you, trying not to think about how he felt a little weak in the knees himself.

Everything moved quickly from there. You and Cove took off to make your way to the ceremony, and everyone else at the hotel did too. The wedding party was gathered by the beginning of the aisle, and then soft music began, they walked up in groups to the little archway assembled there on the beach. He and Cliff went last, standing closest by the justice of the peace that was officiating the ceremony.

Cove walked down the aisle next, already visibly crying. He felt a pang of affection for his friend, knowing how thrilled he was. He never held anything against him, he never could.

Then it was your turn. It sounded like the music stopped, and felt like the world did right alone with it. With Derek standing there like that, it could have almost been like you were walking to meet him. Your stare laser focused on Cove indicated differently.

He tried to focus solely on what was happening, but it was hard. Derek was a planner, through and through, and when he was 13, you and he had planned to get married yourselves later on if you were still single. You weren't, obviously, and he never would have held you to the deal, but still, the thought that you'd agreed to end up with him, even under those circumstances, had always been a comfort, and something to work towards.

What was he supposed to dream of now?

BAXTER

When he was 19, Baxter spent a summer falling in love with you. It was a lovely time, and then it was over, and as he always did, he'd cut you out of his life completely, certain it was for the best.

It hurt, and if he was honest with himself (which also hurt), he'd never stopped missing you. He didn't pine over you or anything, it was never quite that intense, but more often than he'd like, he was reminded of you and how much fun you'd had together. And yes, he missed it.

So five years later, when he walked into his office to greet his new clients and saw you sitting there with Cove, there was the briefest of moments in which he didn't put together what it all meant. You were here, you'd found each other again, maybe ...

Then he saw Cove's hand on your thigh with yours resting on top of it, and he realized. Of course. You'd gotten your happily ever after with the handsome ocean boy next door, and fate had brought you back together to show Baxter, once again, how meaningless he truly was.

He quickly put on a smile -- most of his smiles were fake anymore anyway, so it only required a little extra effort. He did his best, genuinely, to give you the perfect wedding, no matter how much it hurt when he saw you and Cove share those lovesick little looks.

He really felt like he was doing a good job of handling it until it was time to give you your dance lesson. He'd almost balked when you'd asked, but it was a service he'd said he offered, he couldn't very well back out of it. He gave Cove a lesson just before yours, and hearing how highly he spoke of you, the love so plain on his face, so pure and sweet and not pushed down and made sick by self hatred like his own love for you had been ...

Well, he really didn't feel up to dancing with you after that.

But you came in anyway, looking as beautiful as you always did, and he felt such an interesting mix of excitement and trepidation. He pushed through, turned on some music, and offered you his hand.

There was another split second there where Baxter could almost let himself believe that he stood a chance, holding you again like that. Then you grabbed the chance to remind him of what he'd done to you five years ago. You wanted to know why.

As he explained his feelings, as openly as he could, you listened. Really listened. Even as he put his most pathetic inner thoughts to words, where most people would run, you stayed. Right in his arms.

When the lesson was done and you left, he'd smiled at you, but it crumpled as soon as you closed the door behind you. It was time for him to go home, but he didn't feel safe to drive so instead he went to his office, curled up on his couch and let himself cry. It wasn't often that he granted himself that release.

Throughout the wedding day, he felt a dull ache in his chest that never went away. It was plain to see how much you and Cove belonged together. You fit together in a way never could with you. With anyone.

COMING TOGETHER

When the wedding was over and you and Cove had gone off to begin your night of wedded bliss before embarking on your honeymoon the next day, Baxter was roaming the venue with a handful of employees, finishing the job of cleaning things up and leaving the beach the way it had been that morning.

There were just a few stragglers from the wedding left, and he offered them tight smiles as he moved by them, eager to end the day so he could go home and feel sorry for himself.

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

Baxter looked up and saw a member of your wedding party -- your man of honor, specifically. They'd been introduced earlier in the planning process, and he'd heard plenty about them during his summer in Sunset Bird.

"That's quite all right, Derek," he said politely, trying for another one of those pained smiles. "You should be enjoying yourself, don't concern yourself with any of this."

When Derek didn't immediately respond, Baxter took a moment to actually look at him. His broad, muscled shoulders were tense, and his hands kept balling themselves into fists that he tried to subtly shake out, only for them to come back. His jaw was clenched, and his expression, to Baxter anyway, read something like "I'm desperate but desperately wanting not to appear desperate.

An odd set of mannerisms for someone whose best friend just married the love of their life, he thought. But he knew desperation, and he was in no shape to push back.

"If you'd like, you could assist in folding the chairs," he offered. He pointed further up the beach, closer to the parking lot. "The plan is to stack them up there and then load them up."

"Sure," Derek said, giving Baxter a grin. "I can help."

The two of them began folding the chairs that had been left out for the wedding guests, in a silence that wasn't uncomfortable. Then, because the wedding was over and Baxter couldn't imagine a scenario in which he'd run into Derek again, he let himself get a little chatty.

"Why is the man of honor staying behind for cleanup duty?" he asked, glancing Derek's way. "If I heard correctly, it sounded as though the rest of the wedding party went to continue the celebration elsewhere."

Derek took a moment to answer - truthfully, he'd wanted to tell Baxter that he didn't feel like celebrating, but that felt mean, and he didn't mean it. At least he didn't want to mean it.

"I just like to keep busy," he said. "I thought you guys could use some help."

"Well, it's very much appreciated," Baxter replied, pretending, for the moment at least, that he couldn't read through those lines.

He thought back to his summer with you and what you'd said about Derek -- how sweet he was, how much he did for you. He remembered idly wondering then if he'd had a crush on you, and he could tell now that he was right. With the way the man seemed laser focused on the task of folding chairs, it might have even been a little more than a crush.

"Why did you leave them?"

Baxter looked up at Derek's words, surprised. Of all the things he'd expected him to say, that certainly wasn't one of them.

"It's ... complicated," he answered, not feeling like diving into the whole sad, sorry story. "Why did you never tell them you love them?"

Derek laughed mirthlessly, then shook his head. "It's complicated."

They both fell silent then, set on completing the task at hand and at least taking solace in the fact that if they were miserable on the happiest day of your life, they weren't alone.

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Hey can I request a JJ imagine, where we almost kiss another man and he gets really jealous and stops talking to us but then we find out he's angry cause he really likes us and then we confess our love for him and get together

Chocolate Eyes | JJ Olatunji

Ofc you can get some of that! Love this imagine, thank you so much for requesting it! Requests are open so to anyone reading, feel free to request more. Photo checkpoint:

Now isn't that just adorable. Anyways, Go on and read + enjoy the oneshot!

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"That was really great," I smiled at Jacob. It had been my first time ever using a dating app, and I'd never expected a first date to go so well. 

Jacob was lovely, also. He'd picked me up at my door,  paid for the meal and then offered to hold hands when we walked around the park... He'd kept out hands connected even as he walked me back to the house, thumb gently grazing over the back of my hand every so often and reminding me of the differences in size. He was a gentle giant and I felt myself getting butterflies every time he even slightly squeezed my hand.

Fiddling in my handbag, I pulled my house-keys up and went to face Jacob, ready to say goodbye.

"So, second date to see that new film?" He asked with a grin, knowing fully well what my answer would be.

"You don't even need to ask." I responded with a smile of my own, admiring his chocolatey eyes and their glow in the sunset orange. 

They reminded me of someone else's though, and maybe that's what made me lean as I felt his hand on my lower back, pulling me in as we closed our eyes, our lips barely a few minute eons away before-

"Heya, Liz-" My body jerked away from Jacob's as the door was swung open, a shocked JJ revealed stood behind it. His jaw fell slightly slack, eyes widening before filling with an unreadable expression. As though his cards had been drawn back from the table- suddenly he was unreadable as his expression fell to slate. "Oh."

"Uhm, it was great meeting you." I suddenly felt very shy, smiling at the ground as I felt my brother's best friend's harsh gaze burning a hole in the back of my head. Jacob seemed unperturbed.

"Yeah, you too- I'll see you sometime soon!" He gave that sunshine smile once more before skipping down the front porch's stairs, flipping his car keys up before catching them smoothly and walking out of the gates.

I was left with JJ, stepping in cautiously whilst he shut the door behind me. 

"What you been up to, then?" I tried to start conversation, not knowing why I felt so awkward with JJ. We were almost as close as Simon and himself were. Having grown up in the same household with Simon, with Deji as one of my closer friends whilst growing up- it was inevitable JJ and I would become close as well.

It was mildly unnerving seeing JJ so closed of however, as he simply pulled his phone out of his basketball shorts and began scrolling- casually walking up the stairs to his room as if I hadn't said a thing.

It hurt a bit, since I really quite liked JJ. Maybe I'd liked him too much at the beginning, as whenever he'd come over to hang with Simon I'd get excited and start tidying our room so that JJ might be impressed. Simon never bothered though- and that meant that when JJ came to our room, one side was always freakishly tidy, whilst Simon's side was messy. 

And I'd always make sure to do my makeup nice, and substitute the baggy joggers and oversized shirt for a nice pair of jeans and fitting top.

The one time JJ had came over unannounced and I'd opened the door with tired eyes, toothbrush hanging out the side of my mouth and clothes loosely hanging off of my body- I'd been mortified- and simply ran up the stairs, yelling for Simon whilst I cringed at myself in the bathroom, listening to their muffled laughs from the room outside. 

JJ might have been able to tell I'd liked him as well, as he seemed to play with my feelings when I was a bit younger. Holding eye contact until I was blushing, giving me the flowers he plucked when the four of us walked home, brushing his hand against mine whenever we walked beside one another.

So I distanced myself until he started realising I didn't want to be played like that- whilst he had a lovely girlfriend, I didn't want to just be the best-friend's sister who you play with knowing fully well you'd never date because it's too much work convincing the older brother to accept it...

Then JJ and I simply became friends.

Nothing more than Simon and JJ had going. Friends- we'd sit together and watch movies in the living room, order takeouts for one another, go to the gym and spot one another (although we both knew fully well that he couldn't control the weights I squatted, and I couldn't manage the weights he curled).

But never had he blatantly ignored me.

Shrugging it off, I followed him up the stairs, heading to my room and putting on some music from a speaker whilst writing in my journal. An uncommon hobby, but one that I found solace in. Ever since I first met JJ, when for my birthday he got a pretty leather stamped journal, I'd written all the things I'd never say to his face inside those pages.

"DINNER'S DONE, EVERYONE!"

I heard Josh's shouts from downstairs, following the call and joining Vik, Simon and JJ around the island, picking a slice of pizza and folding it over so I could eat it whilst scooping some fries onto my plate as well. I squirted a generous portion of ketchup over my fries before turning to JJ. 

"Want any?" I questioned, knowing he basically refused those French fries without ketchup- though he seemed to not notice, as he continued his Twitter browse. "JJ?" I questioned.

Still no response.

Great. Ignoring me.

It didn't even hurt that time. It stung a bit as I felt the silence indicate Josh, Vik and Simon had all watched the awkward interaction- watched as JJ ignored and frankly rejected me. And it brewed an ugly sort of spite and anger inside me, like acid sitting unhappily at the bottom of my stomach.

"Fine then." I slammed the bottle down onto the island and grabbed my plate, marching out of the room, seeing JJ help himself to the bottle of ketchup from the corner of my eye as I left.

I left the plate on the desk in my room, instead jumping straight onto the bed and staring at the ceiling.

Why's he ignoring me? When did he start... Just after I came back with Jacob. What, is he annoyed that I brought Jacob to the house? He shouldn't be- nobody on the internet even knows I'm related to Simon or any of the Sidemen business so I'm not bringing fans or any of that trouble... Did Jacob do something behind my back? No, he wouldn't... He's too respectful. Too...

I pondered back over my date with Jacob. He was sweet. Respectful and kind, and yet I didn't lean in to kiss him because of him. I wouldn't have kissed him... Just something about those gorgeous chocolatey eyes reminded me of something... Something familiar. Sweet, like him, something that smelled of just waking up and gave the feeling of home on a lazy Summer day. Comforting. Familiar. Pleasant. 

"Liz?" Simon knocked at my door, peeking his head around the corner. "We're gonna watch a movie in the living room... You wanna come?"

I contemplated before sighing. "I don't know... What movie?"

"We'll pick when we get down." Simon shrugged. I turned my back to lie on my side, facing away from the door and pursing my lips shut. Maybe I just needed a bit more time alone to think. Simon sighed, and I heard his footsteps approach, before a weigh indicated he had taken a seat on the opposite side of my bed. "I'm sorry JJ's ignoring you."

"Any clue why?"

"No, I thought you'd know."

I sighed.

"He's usually happiest with you, I don't know why he's being such a prat. He left the kitchen a few seconds after you left, too. I think he's unhappy about something."

I rolled over to face Simon, his own head lowered, looking to his hands as he fidgeted with his fingers before turning back to make eye contact with me and give a smile.

"Maybe he's ignoring you because you're annoying, though."

"That's definitely not it," I snorted. "If he's managed to put up with you for fifteen years, he won't have a problem with me."

"Shut up." Simon huffed, though he too let out a laugh as he felt the depressing presence alleviate. He leaned forwards before getting up from the bed with a groan, holding out a hand. "C'mon, let's go watch that movie."

I followed Simon down to Josh and Vik in the living room- Tobi also accompanying the duo, probably having arrived a few minutes ago.

I sat besides Tobi near the end of the sofa, greeting him with a smile and picking a seemingly good movie with the group before the door opened, causing Josh to pause the movie as we all swivelled out heads to see JJ enter the room.

Josh pressed play, eyes flicking from JJ to myself cautiously as JJ took the last spot of the sofa- right besides me.

The movie proceeded, though I couldn't watch it- all too focussed on the presence besides me- sat so stiffly, the whole atmosphere feeling wrong.

He'd always get the blanket out and cover himself in it, begrudgingly allowing me into the cocoon when I got cold and tugged on a corner. And he'd let me fall asleep on him, knowing I needed to fall asleep leaning to one side, and I'd be woken up as I felt JJ's chest rise and fall with his harmonious laughter, whilst Simon grumbled you act like a married couple.

It was poetic, almost. How well we knew each other, how well fitting we were, and yet how mismatched it felt sitting besides him whilst neither of us really watched the movie- like two corner pieces of a puzzle being awkwardly slotted besides one another. 

We were barely half an hour in when JJ excused himself, muttering something or other about thirsty, closing the door behind him.

Josh paused the movie.

We all faced him.

"Go, get up, and speak to JJ." He commanded, his eyes meeting mine. His voice was soft, consoling and full of advice as he spoke. I wanted to shake my head, to say no and childishly stay sat and continue watching the movie- but as Josh's eyes stayed trained on mine, I knew I had to go.

I entered the kitchen almost instantly, finding JJ simply staring out of one of the windows.

"So what is it." My voice broke the silence. JJ's daydream seemed to break as his neck snapped in my direction, eyes widening at the confrontation before he shook his head, dazed and spoke.

"Nothing." He looked as though he were biting down on his tongue hard, as he cracked a bottle of water open, gulping hungrily before walking around the island to leave. Too bad I was in the way.

"What, you're just ignoring me for no reason?" I questioned with a bit more irritation in my voice, stepping in front of him to try and stop JJ from leaving the situation. He barged into my shoulder, his elbow wedging into my upper arm hard enough to bruise as he walked past.

"I don't know what you're on about-"

I grabbed his hand, pulling him back and stopping him from leaving- forcing him to look down to our interlinked hands before his panicked eyes met my own.

"What, JJ, why?" I felt the words leaving my mouth.

He shrugged, breaking eye contact, though his fingers squeezed mine gently. I could feel that familiar lump rising in my throat, making my voice thick though I tried to swallow it down.

"Do you think this is just some game?" It came out in a quietly. "Is it just for your own enjoyment- your entertainment, that you ignore me? You give me hope and act like you like me and then pretend I don't even exist? What, am I just some-"

"I don't pretend." His voice came out softly as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at me whilst he spoke. "I don't pretend to like you- it's not some game to me, Liz..."

"Yeah I'd hope you liked me after we've lived together for four years." I scoffed, though tears threatened the corners of my eyes. 

"No, Liz, it's..." He sighed. "It's more complicated than that."

"Then explain it JJ," I whispered. "I'd rather listen to hours of whatever you have to say than just be ignored by you."

"Fuck, Liz." He removed his hand from my own, covering his face. "I don't just like you like that. How could I. I like you like... more."

"More?" I scoffed as his words. "Yeah, because when you really like someone of course you'd ignore them-"

"Liz, oh my god, listen!" He seemed to be desperate as he spoke this time, turning around to make concentrated eye contact. "I fucking like you. I liked you ever since we first met, when Simon invited me round and I saw you sat on your side of the room, reading whatever bullshit comics you liked. I always wanted to say something but you just seemed so... distant, and I didn't want to lose you as a friend if anything went wrong and you didn't like me back- and I still don't..."

I felt the breath leave my lungs as he confessed. 

"JJ you daft twat, of course I fucking like you," I felt myself laugh weakly despite the mix of feelings that circulated through my mind. "I thought you'd never like me back- I thought you were just playing me... And you had a girlfriend, I never thought I..."

Words failed to assist me, and instead JJ filled the gap.

"And I'm sorry for ignoring you." He squeezed my hands gently, and spoke with an even more gentle tone. "I shouldn't have. It was rude, I just... It was awkward seeing you with that guy. It was..."

"Jealousy?" I filled the end of the sentence for him l before laughing. "You were jealous?"

"Well..." He grumbled begrudgingly. "You were about to kiss him..."

I felt myself laugh with JJ, my eyes closing in relief and realisation JJ didn't hate me. It was all okay - JJ liked me and I was never delusional for having a crush on him. I looked up into JJ's eyes. Like chocolate.

Then is clicked.

I saw JJ's eyes when I was looking into Jacob's. That same honeyed hue, dark around the edges and soft and honey brown in the middles, undulating like gentle waves which reminded me of all the pleasant little intricacies of JJ that I had come 'round to loving 

"Liz?"

He asked, and I couldn't help myself from slinging my arms around his shoulders, crashing his lips into mine then and there, closing my eyes and savouring that feeling of his cocoa butter lips against mine, moving softly and gently and giving me everything that the fifteen-year-old version of myself could only dream of feeling, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me as though we had been in love for years.

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[tobeywobey]

this is me asking about your grandberry pirate gillion au :0

YESYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this spawned cuz of a swordfish supercut and also the joke lizzie made abt "you come on this ship you're my crew"

ok SOOO its canon-compliant UP until 53/57, around there ! gilly takes Not Ferin Well a whole lot worse, especially the almost jay betrayal! hes basically the same as he is in canon (atleast to jay and chip) but hes so upset over jay lying to them this whole time even after what theyve been through together. lizzie and caspian roll up on the half a ship and yk yk, gill goes to help and lizzie makes the "hes on my ship, hes on my crew" and. gill just thinks shes serious and hes shocked and then kind of relieved? he didnt know how to confront chip and jay about what happened on block and now he doesnt have to! and so he just. says goodbye to jay and chip and lizzie is like oh shit youre fr? ok welcome aboard. LOL .

jay and chip take this as well as youd expect! theyre obviously very betrayed and upset, and chip is mad at both gill but also Lizzie cuz in his mind she has just taken his best friend away from her :( they go their separate ways after an argument between all of them (mainly gill, lizzie and chip) and jay keeps trying to convince chip to go back, chip keeps trying to sail them forward and is even more deadset on finding arlin now (they drop off ollie way sooner, as soon as they get to zero-- which they leave for after allport)

gill would start to feel guilty but also the training hes doing with caspian and lizzie starts to help him, and hes also coming to terms with being in the oversea and in his mind the grandberry ship is helping him a lot!

anyways a lot of time passes, both ships go on canon-compliant adventures (HOWEVER. grandberry pirates fight off against the navy a lot more than riptide crew does in canon, so gill is also dealing with that .)

since it starts out near ep 50ish, its near ep 100 where they are reunited (in the black sea!) niklaus tempts lizzie (and by proxy the rest of the crew) by saying if they go and help him with what he needs (which is uh. gillion. its the same thing he wants gill to do in canon) that he will bring ava back (he can Totally do that guys.) and then he gets A BIT SILLY and goes to riptide pirate crew (atp theyd have all the normal npcs minus queen cuz that was all gillion's doing) and is like. Do you Want your Fish Guy? Hes somewhere in the black sea. find him for me and ill make sure he comes back to you guys . :D (he can also Totally do that.)

they meet in the black sea, have the same battle they did when they first got there (both albatross and grandberry together) and gill is still the one who saves jay which leads to sillyness ^_^ gill and jay . talk it out and whatnot, chip (once he stops refusing to talk to gill) and gill argue about it and have. surprise. another ice arena moment. theyre so insane.

---also extra notes--- :D

i dont exactly think hed say hes happier on the grandberry ship than with chip n jay i just . think hes definitely less worried about being the main protector? he knows caspian and lizzie can hold their own (not saying jay and chip cant its just .. you know..) and is living with a lot less stress and also has worked through undersea trauma like how he does in canon except with lizzie and caspian so . hes definitely living a better life, and if offered a place back on the riptide crew he wouldnt just abandon lizzie and caspian after all that especially cuz he still has lingering pain from jay betrayal ^_^

has lizzie/ava (past), swordfish QPR (i love them), liz/casp (QPR) (have you heard how caspian talks abt liz?), and uh........ yeah thats it.

also little idea idk where to fit in here . thinking abt gill missing ollie and chip (once theyve made up) being like "the three of us can go back to Zero and see him!" and gill is just like .. "chip this is my family now, im so much happier here than I have been (OUCH.) I can't in good conscious rejoin you as a riptide pirate after i've spent so long with as a grandberry pirate. However I would Like to see ollie." but both ships go and see ollie bc. yeah ^_^. chip is. devastated :(

hes much stronger and also slightly crazier! the navy trying to kill you will do that to you ^_^

i feel like i had something else to say but i forgot it.

[pikmininaplane]

Fine whatever nobody asked but here’s how I would rewrite SAO if I had a say in the matter

Aincrad:

– Have the arc be its own season. Let it last the whole 24 episodes!!

– Have some more early Aincrad/pre-beater episodes showing Kirito already struggling to fit in with the others before the reveal. Underline how the whole beater thing is a way for him to both reinforce the others’ cohesion and go do his own thing no matter how detrimental it is to him. Hell, the Re: Aincrad manga has a few chapters about both a floor 1 experience and another first meeting with Asuna and it's really good!

– See the side stories from Kirito’s POV. Don’t switch to Silica’s and Liz’s POVs at random, have Kirito hear about them and seek them out or smth. Also please stop making all the girls have a crush on Kirito... maybe leave that to either Sachi or Liz? And Asuna ofc

– Make the characters from the side stories appear again!!! Have the leader of the Moonlit Black Cats survive, show up again later and have Kirito deal with it! Show Kirito returning to Liz to take care of his weapons and armor! Have Silica appear during the slice of life portion? Idk just spitballing ideas. Also Agil side story I'm so serious why does he get so little screentime

– Show the stuff that's mentioned in later arcs too! Have an episode/part of an episode dedicated to that expedition where they neutralized the Laughing Coffin players so it's more impactful when it's mentioned again in Phantom Bullet! Have Yuna and Eiji (from the movie) show up in the background or in minor scenes! The world is your oyster!

– Show Kirito’s time in the KoB and how he struggles to fit in with such a massive structured guild and would much rather do his own thing. Maybe have a fun dynamic with Asuna being above him hierarchically?

– Make the slice of life cabin part longer and have Yui show up at the very beginning of it. Have them go on nice fun adventures to give the viewer time to get attached to her and eventually get maximum heartbreak

– Setup the Heathcliff reveal more. Have Kirito notice more and more inconsistencies during his time in the KoB. Have people around the game whisper rumors about how his health bar never goes too low and how he might be a cheater. Have Asuna praise him, too – make him an important figure to her before the myth gets falsified

– I’m fine with the duel being the way it is just give it its own episode

Fairy Dance:

– Also have the arc be its own season!!

– Ok hear me out. I actually think the Kirito & Suguha plotline could work if you, y'know, removed the incest. Show that the two of them used to be close before SAO happened, but that two years of absence drove them apart – maybe have kendo be a thing they used to do together, but now Kirito's still in rehab and too weak physically to resume. Show that Suguha got into ALO because she wanted to understand what had driven Kirito to VRMMOs, in an attempt to get closer to him despite everything. Have them meet in the virtual world and have Leafa find an actual friend in Kirito, someone she can finally confide in about her brother (and maybe other stuff, too). Have the details get more and more precise until Kirito finally realises who she is and doesn't dare tell her the truth but distanciates himself from her nonetheless. Have Suguha feel abandoned by her one friend, only to find out that he's actually her brother and feel shocked and betrayed. Make them reconcile!! The identity shenanigans can work it doesn't have to be gross

– Give that boy trauma!! Show that despite there being a chance that he will find Asuna in ALO, he is legit scared of diving back into VR and getting stuck in another world again. Show that the other world feels alien in a whole new way, now that his real body is weak and his virtual body feels different. Maybe touch on the horror of controlling another body than yours and being unable to move your real body a bit? As a treat?

– Build That World! ALO has such an interesting setting, with its nine races and references to Norse mythology, but we only ever get to see three of them (Cait Siths, Sylphs and Salamanders) in this arc and one of them is overtly The Bad One. Switch it up!! Show more of them!! Get into the geopolitics of it all!! I genuinely cannot believe that there isn't a single major Pooka character in the entire show. Why create nine races if you don't show them off?

– Actually here's my pitch for a fully reworked plot: Kirito arrives in this new world, reunites with Yui etc, and drops directly in Alne. After finding Leafa and getting explanations from her, he goes to conquer Yggdrasil right away, but gets fucked up by the creatures inside and victory seems impossible. He then remembers something: Agil, the one person from SAO that he managed to find in real life (along with comatose Asuna), told him he could find him in the game if he needed help.

Kirito and Leafa therefore travel to the capital of the Gnomes to find Agil, and accidentally get involved in some kind of local conflict (maybe the Gnomes and Spriggans don't get along so well and he unknowingly steps into a wasps' nest?), but manage to resolve it with Agil's help and happen to get in good terms with the Gnome leader.

Agil then tells them that he heard some of Kirito's old allies have started playing ALO, too, but they're all members of different races, and suddenly their quest becomes a journey throughout the map to visit the different nations and find all of their old friends. They go and find Silica, Liz, and Klein in their respective nations, and, on their way, meet new allies in the other nations, befriending new (or returning?*) Imp, Pooka and Undine characters. Finding his old friends allows Kirito to get a new perspective on full diving – they all returned to it despite their trauma for a variety of reasons, but ultimately it was healing for them, and it can be for him too.

They also keep accidentally (or voluntarily) getting their nose into the other nations' business (acting as an intermediary for those of them that are in conflict, finding lost reliques and settling old feuds, solving interpersonal problems) and getting the various leaders' support, until finally they decide to try taking on Yggdrasil again, this time with all the races' combined support, making it a game-wide event.

Same thing as the original from here on out, Kirito finds out the quest wasn't supposed to be doable but still gets past the door, he meets up with Asuna, they defeat the villain, get the seed, happy ending!

– Speaking of Asuna, screw making her a damsel in distress. Instead of being held captive in a cage and abused by her fiance, have her stuck in a nightmare of her own. She's getting experimented on in her sleep, and that reflects in the game as, idk, some kind of unending series of trials and enemies that she has to go through everyday. She's still stuck and unable to contact people, but at least she's active and she keeps having cool fights! Also, no tentacles, by god no tentacles

– Her fiance can still be a creep but maybe dial back the sexual abuser thing and dial up the mad scientist aspect instead. He can still be possessive whatever. Oh, and move the wedding deadline to like a month away or something, just so the plot has more room to breathe

Phantom Bullet:

– I don't actually think I'd change that much about this arc? I actually think it's the best arc in the series. I mean the BoB could hypothetically be made longer, with more enemies and all, but I don't really think that's necessary.

(��� Actually scratch that make Kirito transfem. Slash half joking :))

Calibur:

– Just edit it out? It doesn't really add much to the plot. All it does is give Kirito Excaliber and introduce Sinon's ALO avatar, so uh. Not much to say

Mother's Rosario:

– I also don't think I'd change that much about it because damn this arc made me cry buckets. Maybe use the additional episodes from deleting Calibur to flesh out the other Sleeping Knights, outside of Yuuki and Siune? Also have the whole gang show up to hold back that one guild, not just Kirito and Klein, what on earth were they doing back then

– Wait actually. Don't make Asuna a healer. I'll never understand why Asuna was turned into a healer when she was literally a skilled swordswoman in SAO. Have her fight in the front!! Make a cool duo with Yuuki, drawing direct parallels to when she fought by Kirito's side!! She Would Not be an Undine I'll tell you that much

[laneysmusings]

Hello hello! I've recently acquired the Mike Logan brainrot and I LOVE the fics you've written and I ADORE your tags about him!!

SO. I was wondering if you maybe, possibly, hopefully were willing to share any headcanons you have of him? 👉👈 If not then just delete this ask!

Thank you muchly!

it’s my birthday today, and it’s been a terrible one at that, but this ask literally made my face light up. I feel gifted by you — I would be HAPPY to provide headcanons of this gargantuan idiot, this hunk of massive Catholic guilt, my emotional support beleaguered detective

₊˚.༄ Mike Logan Headcanons

₊˚✦ he’s like, an adequate cook? Most likely good at breakfast in the morning and maybe some basic dishes, self sufficient so he doesn’t solely live off of takeout (but it’s like a quarter of his diet). I can’t say he can’t cook because it’s just not realistic. Boy’s gotta’ eat, y’know?

₊˚✦ Mike has trash coffee taste, takes it straight with maybe some cream or a sugar packet but refuses to try other things like blended drinks, will drink a cappuccino or an americano but hates being in a Starbucks

₊˚✦ UNLESS he gets spoilt and used to better coffee but then he’s doomed and cursed to the shit coffee at work and complains even more than usual. Which is a lot.

₊˚✦ I’ve got a feeling that, with being super progressive in his views, he definitely was one of those police officers in the beginning that everyone was shocked by. This little stinker, a raucous trouble maker, an OFFICER? PUHLEASE

₊˚✦ he’s so quick to fight for one (scrappy more like) he’s just got no fit outlet, so work became his outlet (terrible decision really) — but he’s got such hyperactivity and restlessness, probably born from some childhood PTSD and ADHD/ADD, that it just gnaws at him and lets him get too caught up in his emotions

₊˚✦ the boy needs therapy + AND NOT WITH LIZ

₊˚✦ cuddle bug but doesn’t look like it immediately — like sure he’s probably got some weird stuff with intimacy beyond sex (I can do a WHOLE other set of headcanons about this man’s issues with intimacy, both sexual and non sexual)

₊˚✦ but literally a cuddle bug, he will YANK his partner back into bed. he’s a lazy weekend guy and stands by it — it’s when he catches up on sleep and gets to take his time. He doesn’t shave on weekends either so he gets the perfect “I know I’m hot but I make it look effortless” stubble which is damning. Like fuck.

₊˚✦ I think when he works out he does cardio and maybe weight training but not all too much? Like above the minimum since he’s required to like, apprehend people, run chase and whatnot — but he’s not living at the gym if you catch my drift

₊˚✦ snores. he fucking snores look at that man and tell me he doesn’t snore.

₊˚✦ gets nightmares but doesn’t cope well with them — or have much if any good coping mechanisms honestly. Maybe later in life he’ll adapt some better ones, but everything he’d recommend to others, he wouldn’t do for himself.

₊˚✦ definitely not a “decorate his place for the holidays” person unless his partner is, then he’ll play along and get some fun out of it, but I doubt he’s got a box of decorations tucked away in some closet.

₊˚✦ speaking of closets — this man, oh I swear to god, has owned the same damn ties for like, 12+ years. What magic is in that fabric because I know he’s too cheap to buy good quality shirts and ties, maybe decent suits but still like department store, Macy’s suits. Joseph A. Bank maybe? I’m doubtful on Brooks Brothers, like there’s blood and probably brain matter on them all but fuck it, NYC dry cleaning. There’s also mustard stains, canonically, on them. He’s a slob, someone get this man a tide pen.

₊˚✦ lol all I can see now is him trying to iron his clothes in his apartment with the whole board and iron in like, a tank and boxers and mid-calf socks as he gets ready before work. Oh Dick Wolf you had so much promise with this man.

₊˚✦ he definitely has played and probably would play in the police recreational baseball league, it’s mentioned in an episode and he’s passionate about the Yankees. I’m torn between him actually sporting baseball gear or if it’s really casual with jeans and jerseys and baseball caps. (Pls pls pls PLEASE)

₊˚✦ ooh I’m not sure when he changed it but he used to wear a gold crucifix, fuck my life, but stopped wearing it later on and I’m wondering if it’s due to him taking a bigger step away from Catholicism? Like he’s absolutely a lapsed Catholic with terrible experiences in both home and church, it makes sense for him to be conflicted if not repelled from religion. I’d like to think out of habit he may still go to holiday midnight masses, and sometimes on his own for the quiet and the near-anonymity.

₊˚✦ I’m thinking that leather coat of his he wears around all the time, even in the snow like a fucking moron, may have been a gift or one of his bigger purchases for himself. Like something he saved up for or found and just, let himself have the little luxury. Coats like that are expensive and high quality, he wears the same damn one nearly every episode in both the original series and when he was on criminal intent.

₊˚✦ it may just be me projecting, but I feel like he’s got a record collection. Probably some old record player and some nice speakers, milk crates full of records that he has to bend over to sort through, groaning about his back all the while. Definitely a lot of jazz standards and the greats like Sinatra, as he mentions in the series at some point, Martin, Baker, Fitzgerald, Armstrong, Cooke, Davis, etc plus some classic rock, stuff like the typical dad rock™️ — doesn’t peg me as a frequent flyer for concerts but goes for really good shows, he’s a medium venue person not the intimate ones but not the giant stadiums either. He likes Billy Joel but isn’t vocal about it.

₊˚✦ he’s got clutter in his place, a little too cramped but it makes it homey, not decorative but at least lived in. Things are more out in the open than put away, he’s more visual and muscle memory based than having things stored away.

₊˚✦ lastly, a massive sweet tooth. A snacker, keeps things in the drawer of his desk to munch on between meals. He’s got more snacks than ingredients to cook with in his home kitchen and I stand by that. He looks like he would enjoy pretzels a lot, like a lot. And other salty snacks, but definitely an ice cream, eat out the tub kinda’ guy. I’m betting Raspberry, Chocolate, or Strawberry. Maybe a chocolate fudge if he’s feeling a little wild.

Note: I’d literally be more than happy to expand on any of these if not write even more headcanons

[l0velyrand0m]

Old Soul - The First Avenger

This is the second chapter for my captain america/bucky barnes fic (full story on wattpad, l0velyrand0m). Posting the second chapter to see if i get any interest, if so i'll continue posting, but the main story is linked below.

The first chapter is also pinned at the top of my blog <3

"Hey there, grumpy," Bucky said, finally catching up to Eliza as she strided confidently down the street. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"Screw you, Bucky," she retorted in reference to the "grumpy" comment. She wasn't grumpy, she was pissed off. And she had every right to be.

"Maybe later," he replied, making her scoff. "Look, remember earlier when I said you were twenty-four? So he couldn't control you? Same goes for him."

"But I'm protecting him, Bucky," she strained, tears threatening her eyes. She sucked in a deep breath. Elizabeth Rogers didn't cry. "There's a difference. He's gonna get himself killed."

And then it hit him. Why Eliza had been so adamant about Steve's enlisting. About his lies. About his sacrifice. She was scared to lose him like she'd lost the rest of her family. And to an understandable extent - she would be alone.

"Lizzy, look," Bucky said softly, taking her hand in his. "It's gonna be okay. I swear to you. They're not gonna take him. He's not physically capable of doing that. But if you don't take this position. You're gonna regret it."

"I know," she sighed. "He'd be mad-"

"No, Liz," Bucky stopped her. "He's gonna be so proud of you."

Eliza raised her head and looked at Bucky in the eyes. Her own brimmed with hot tears that threatened to spill. Her lip trembled.

Bucky took her in his arms as she let out a small sob. "I can't lose him too. I can't lose either of you."

"Neither of us are going anywhere, doll. You gotta believe in us."

•••

"Welcome to camp, Miss Rogers. I'm Chester Phillips," the colonel said as he took Eliza's hand, and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor, Colonel," she replied.

"This is Agent Peggy Carter, she's here to supervise the division."

"Basically, I'm your boss," she said with a genuine smile. Her accent caught Eliza off guard at first, but it was certainly nice for the ears. "But somehow I think you'll be the only other competent person in this camp."

The Colonel walked away, leaving Peggy and Eliza to walk to the different tents.

"As the division's mobile nurse, you'll hang around me and take care of the boys as you see fit," Peggy explained, handing Eliza a clipboard with some personal files on all the soldiers.

The two girls came up on a line of soldiers waiting for their orders.

"Recruits, attention!" Peggy yelled, grabbing everyone's attention. "Gentlemen, I'm Peggy Carter. I supervise all operations for this division."

"What's with the accent, Queen Victoria?" one of the men shouted, a sly smirk on his mouth. "I thought I was signing up for the U.S. Army."

"What's your name, soldier?" Peggy requested, calling out the special soul in the crowd, this made Eliza snicker quietly. She'd gathered enough information on Peggy in the few minutes she'd been talking with her to know what was going to happen to the guy.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty," he said sarcastically.

"Step forward, Hodge," Peggy instructed. And he did so, smirking. "Put your right foot forward."

"Hmm," he hummed. "We gonna wrassle? 'Cause I got a few moves I know you'll like."

Peggy punches Hodge hard in the face, causing him to physically inch back a couple paces, clutching his nose.

"Agent Carter," Colonel Phillips says as he drives up.

"Colonel Phillips," she greeted.

"I see you're breaking in the candidates. That's good!" he turned to Hodge, who was still very much in shock from Peggy's surprise introduction. "Get your ass up out of that dirt and stand in that line at attention 'til somebody comes tells you what to do."

"Yes sir," Hodge apologizes quickly, running back into line.

Phillips now turned his attention to the recruits in line. "General Patton has said that wars are fought with weapons, but they are won by men. We are going to win this war because we have the best men..." Phillips trailed off as he noticed one of the men were shorter, much more frail looking than the rest. Eliza felt a pit grow in her stomach as she looked down at her clipboard and sifted through the pages.

Steven Grant Rogers

Brooklyn, New York

07/04/1918

Her head shot back up as she scowled at her brother, making dead eye contact as Phillips spoke. He finally took notice, cringing as she burned a hole in his head with her angry gaze.

"But every army starts with one man," Phillips says, catching Eliza's attention again. "By the end of the week, we will choose that man. He will be the first in a new breed of Super Soldiers."

•••

"Are you crazy?!" Eliza reprimands as she follows Steve to his barracks. "What the- What did I tell you? Did that whole angry outburst mean nothing to you Steve?"

"It meant you don't believe in me."

"Oh for Christ's sake, stop doing this. Stop putting words in my mouth. You're being very unreasonable right now."

"Sometimes I wish you would swear, so I could tell how you really felt."

"Oh trust me, I'd get us both kicked out of this camp if I was swearing right now. I can't believe you!"

"I don't wanna hear this."

"Well you're gonna!"

"Rogers!"

"What?" the twins said in unison as they turned to look at Peggy Carter.

"Agent Carter, I apologize," Eliza spoke quickly.

"Me too," Steve added.

"Okay.. Elizabeth, come with me. You.. off to wherever you need to be. Bye now," Peggy waved him off. "What was that?"

"Nothing. Unreasonable patient," she shrugged.

"I can tell the Colonel to have him sent-"

"No! Well..." Eliza had to think about her next words very carefully. Or there was a good chance she wouldn't be speaking to her brother any time soon, and not just because he was now in the military. "No. It's fine. I'll speak with Erskine about it later. What did you need?"

"Hodge is in the infirmary and requests that you look at his nose," Peggy said with a roll of her eyes. "He's fine, I didn't punch him that hard."

Eliza chuckled, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you."

"No problem," she replied. "We leave in about fifteen for a bit of running practice for the men. You have to come to make sure none of them keel over and die."

"One of em might," Eliza muttered bitterly.

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. Gotta go attend to the crybaby, I'll see you in ten."

Eliza rushed to the infirmary tent, ducking through the opening to see Hodge complaining to one of her assistant nurses about his nose and the tiny trickle of blood that trailed down his upper lip.

"Gilmore Hodge, my pleasure," Eliza strained. Ever since his little theatrical performance, she decided she didn't much care for Hodge.

"How-do-ya-do, doll?"

The term felt weird hearing it from his mouth. The last person to call her that was Bucky. Whom she was beginning to miss ever since he left after their walk only just about a week ago.

"It's Nurse Rogers, for you, Hodge. Please," she told him.

"How about Lizzy? Liz?"

"Absolutely not. We're done here. Shut your mouth before I get Phillips to send you home. Got it?"

"Spunky. I love it. We'll talk soon, Liz," he says as he got up and walked out.

She was livid with the man. The audacity to take her name. Her nickname from Bucky, and drag it around so carelessly. Somehow, it hurt much more than she expected it to. Bucky was her best friend, and basically an older brother to the two. When he told her not to let anyone call her any derivative of "Liz" or "Lizzy" back when he coined the nickname in the first place... it made her want to punch Hodge. Right where Peggy had before.

But she didn't have time to chase him down just to scold him. He'd enjoy that. And she wasn't going to give him the time of day.

She took in a deep breath, packed her kit, and headed towards Peggy in the jeep next to the starting point of the recruit's run.

"So how was Hodge?" Peggy asked. "Dream man?"

"I'll kill him myself if he doesn't do so in the trench," Eliza chided.

"Oh damn," Peggy smiled. "I love your attitude. I can tell how well working with you is gonna go."

Eliza smiled at Peggy with a feeling of worth.

This was the start of a wonderful friendship.

•••

"That flag means we're only at the halfway point," Sergeant Duffy explained, his voice extremely loud. Eliza wondered how his vocal cords still worked at this rate. "First man to bring it to me gets a ride back with Agent Carter. Move, move!"

Eliza sighed. "Don't worry," Peggy said, leaning over so she was heard. "No one's come close to getting that flag in 17 years I've heard. No one's getting a ride back with us."

"Rogers! I said fall in!" Sergeant Duffy yelled. Eliza whipped her head around to see her brother pull a pin at the bottom of the pole. The pole toppled over, the flag brushing against the ground about seven feet from him.

He strolled over, unhooked the flag, and handed it to Sergeant Duffy (who looked as if he'd seen a ghost) with a small "Thank you, sir". He climbed in the car and sat on the other side of Peggy, who was grinning uncontrollably and watching the Sergeant's reaction with glee.

The others continued running off, and the car drove away.

"Smartass," Eliza mumbled. Steve caught her word however, and his face dropped. He leaned back in the seat and let his hands fall in his lap.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't like anyone in this division," Peggy told him. "That was rather clever of you."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I don't think that's why she's upset with me."

[clumsiestgiantess]

Yes, The Walls Won’t Be There Forever did technically tie with The Disappearing/Shrinking Cabin, so I should’ve had it up earlier.  However my girlies from the main story kept getting into my brain so I posted that instead (also I hadn’t updated that story in a month and it’s supposed to be my main one)

So, here’s a little snippet of part 2 if you want to vote for it!  This time in the perspective of Liz’ sister’s ‘pet’.

It’s been five months since I escaped.  To my thankful surprise, the terrifying little human hadn’t sounded the alarm the moment she couldn’t find me.  My guess is that she didn’t want to get in trouble for losing me.  Ironically, her older sister also lost her ‘pet’ too, just a few days ago.  I was thrilled to have someone else to talk to, and heartened that I could be there to help them transition out of pethood.  I wish I had someone who could've helped me with that.  Through tedious trial and error, I figured out what areas of the house to avoid.  It took me months to build up a decent living space for myself, far from any wall traps.  

However, when I traveled up to the older sister’s room to welcome the newcomer, they were nowhere to be found.  I searched the whole day, quietly calling out to them.  I knew they would be scared, but I didn’t think they’d be so scared they’d avoid their own kind.  Later, I checked the traps to see if they’d fallen in one.  Still nothing.  What if they ran all the way outside, searching for another house entirely?  I’d thought of doing that myself, but it was too cold outside to get very far.  If they had gone outside, they were a lost cause.  

Another, more sinister option sprung into my mind days after searching for the missing person.  The older sister had seemed almost averse to having a pet.  What if she got rid of them and claimed she lost them?  This notion got me thinking.  It had seemed as though they’d disappeared rather than escaped.  

I felt awful for my fellow ‘pet’.  Humans release creatures back into nature, even if they might not belong there.  I couldn’t help but imagine someone like myself, who’s never been so much as a few steps outside a house, suddenly cast into the vast wilderness that even humans couldn’t tame.  That was probably the worst case scenario.  Even being straight up murdered would be better than slowly freezing to death outside, or eaten alive by some giant creature.  There’s a good reason we live in human houses.  It was disheartening finding no one to welcome, but I’m used to bad news by now.  

After avoiding the upstairs and its residents for another few weeks, I was forced to sneak into the older sister’s room.  For some reason, the humans moved the sewing box from its usual spot in the closet, to beneath her desk.  This was just more bad news.  I like to go on supply runs in empty, dark places where humans have no chance to catch me.  I never actually went borrowing before all this, so the only times I ever feel at ease enough to go out are when the room is desolate.  

My father did all the borrowing when I was younger.  I stayed in the walls, cooking and cleaning and practicing medicine.  Having to hide from humans is a new concept for me; I’ve always been hidden from them, which made it all the more shocking to have one so close.  Especially my awful ‘owner’.

At first she treated me carelessly, like a doll.  In the first few days alone I’d been more bruised than I ever had in my life.  I couldn’t even ask her for the proper things I needed to heal them.  I couldn’t even speak in Aubrey’s presence, which is awful because I was in her room.  She was always there.

Fortunately, she handled me with a fraction more care after she’d nearly taken off my arm.  It was so much more terrifying than even being caught.  I always tried not to struggle against her, but she just kept trying to stuff me into a toy car that obviously wouldn’t fit me.  Her grip was so rough I really thought I would be crushed — snapped apart and broken up to fit inside a tiny claustrophobic space.  I’d panicked — I’d struggled — my flailing arm was snapped out of the socket caught on a piece of cheap plastic, slicing it wide open.  

I remember screaming only briefly before I was silenced by a cloth held painfully tight against my face, and orders to be quiet.  My screams came to a choked halt, but I don’t think I stopped crying the entire day.  I never liked my human captor; after that day I decided to hate her.

[twilightknight17]

Yesterday on P3Re: sadness, desperately wishing Kenji would butt out, and a question for Atlus.

Fuuka has been staying up to monitor things during the Dark Hour, since we don’t know what’s going to happen now, and gets a reading from the base of Tartarus that she recognizes as Strega. This is a shock to everyone, since as far as they knew, Takaya and Jin died after their fall from the Moonlight Bridge.

I’m more shocked by the fact that navigators can hijack each other’s communication channels.

We immediately head for Tartarus, and find Chidori there alone.

Time for a boss fight.

Chidori, I think, fits somewhere between Mitsuru and Fuuka in terms of persona powers. She’s clearly got navi abilities that are stronger than Mitsuru’s, but also offensive spells and physical attacks.

(The axe on a chain is cool.)

But this boss fight isn’t normal, and after a while, Chidori stops.

Being around Junpei has changed her. For the better, I’d argue. Anything other that Takaya’s assassin club is an improvement. But it’s also given her a whole new range of feelings that she really wasn’t ready to cope with.

Now that I think about it, Chidori’s arc is pretty similar to Makoto’s in the movie. Give someone a person to care about after they’ve had nothing, and they’re going to be scared of losing them.

But, as is becoming routine for big emotional moments, Takaya and his gun are here to ruin it.

Honestly, being around Chidori has been good for Junpei, too. He’s been growing as a person now that he has a Someone he wants to fight for beyond just the team. It’s nice.

Unfortunately Takaya’s gun is still real and he just fucking shoots him.

Junpei finds himself in the hospital, where Chidori is actually being 100% honest about her feelings for once. It’s a mental thing, because she’s using her healing abilities to bring him back.

But the problem is, as Fuuka points out, her healing requires energy proportional to what she’s healing. So to bring him back to life… it’s going to take a life.

Junpei, understandably, freaks out, and instead of a normal persona evolution, he gets a fusion. I’m assuming because of how Chidori transferred her life force to him, if we’re going literal with it. Or maybe it’s just a metaphor. Either way, it’s great.

Takaya and Jin wisely decide to make themselves scarce, because Junpei is ready to kill. And… there’s nothing more we can do. Fortunately, Monday is a school holiday, so we don’t have to go, but Junpei spends all day locked in his room.

There’s nothing any of us can say to help.

On Tuesday, it’s the start of career experience week! Which I’m realizing is the sort of thing I’d like to have. Go and try out a job in a low-stakes environment to see if you vibe with it.

Unfortunately, Minato is stuck working at Wild Duck Burger. Which is basically free work for them and a hideous uniform for us.

Four days of this. God. At least the week is flying by.

Wait, is that Ryoji’s voice?

No. Please. It’s the last day. Don’t look at me in this stupid outfit.

...oh. Yeah, of course we can.

Kenji, who is also working here apparently, butts in to join us, because apparently our breaks are at the same time. So he’s also here. Ryoji wants to talk about Junpei; apparently they were working at the same place, and Junpei didn’t even show for the first day.

Yeah… I don’t know how to explain, dearest. It’s an entire backstory.

...Kenji, get out. Go away.

He does go away eventually, and Ryoji admits that he was worried about Minato, too.

I dunno if I’m doing “just fine”, but it wasn’t as hard a blow to me as it was to Junpei. It’s sweet of you to be worried, though.

But it’s okay. I’m gonna go slam through any bad feelings by killing stuff in Tartarus. We’re almost to another border floor, which means the last document is here!

Oh, hey, I was right! The antiques lady did used to work for the Kirijo Group. Nice.

Now we can just fuse some personas, and we’ll be ready to head home for the night.

…Liz, are… are you okay?

Welp, career experience week was kind of a bust, but at least we finally got Junpei out of his room. We want to help, and it’s not healthy for him to wallow alone.

The hospital sent over Chidori’s sketchbook. She apparently left it behind.

Junpei, the person you were in love with died in your arms. You do not have to ‘snap out of it’. No one is asking you to get over it right now. We just want you to let us help.

He says we won’t understand Chidori’s drawings, but I think we can understand perfectly.

I guess I should check in on my social links… How are things, Maya?

...so, the ethics teacher doesn’t even LIKE her fiance? Great. Wow. This school is so functional.

Ryoji is over that evening, but he’s hanging out with Junpei. I can’t even be mad, because Junpei’s mood has improved significantly.

I’m glad he’s doing better. It’s going to take a while to get back to normal, but he’s not being crushed under the weight of his grief anymore.

Back to school Monday, hang out with Chihiro, back home to the dorm, and…

Hon. Babe. Love of my life. TELL ME that you’re coming over and I’ll be here. We’ve already established that I’ll ignore all my social links for you. It’s like you’re getting more shy after Kyoto. Is it too hard to talk to me after realizing you’re in love with me? :P

Aigis doesn’t like that he’s here so much, though. And she’s acting weird.

No. You are a person and you are our friend. Don’t talk like that.

And lastly, Mitsuru has stayed up past midnight to take a phone call, with some interesting info.

So, Atlus, what was that about wanting to maintain the core P3 experience? Because there was no way to save Chidori in original P3. That didn’t come til later.

I wonder what I did that saved her. Was it buying the flower?

Either way, what a bunch of bozos. “Core P3 experience” my ass.

Oh well. December is next, and I am ready to get my heart broken! Bring it on!

[let-me-take-your-soul]

So Arachne is a spider, yes?

And did you know spiders don't like peppermint?

So does Arachne not like peppermint?

I like to imagine an au where Kid did research on spiders before the arachne battle, and when the aprtoi come face to face with her, he just whips out a spray bottle of peppermint extract and sprays it in her face.

She just like yowls and is like "NOOOOO YOU HENIOUS BRAT HOW DID YOU KNOOOOWW?"

And now the entire of spartoi + teachers are laughing their ass off as Arachne is curled up in a ball on the floor and Kid is dead-faced and completely serious as he repetitvely sprays down at her.

He has two more bottles locked and loaded.

This IS a fic request.

This request gave me a good giggle! I like the thought of witches sharing similar weaknesses to their familiars! Thank you! (Also this is one of the most lighthearted fics I've written for this fandom so far lol)

Kid taking down Arachne with the power of peppermint essential oils:

Kid was completely prepared for this moment. He had been researching witches in depth since he knew they were a threat. When he learned about Arachne and her organization Arachnophobia, he figured that finding ways to keep spiders away was going to be a smart idea. Planting peppermint around the academy and spraying every potential entryway with citrus was the start to ensure there weren’t spiders creeping in to spy on the academy for Arachne.

During his research on witches though, Kid also found that witches tend to carry a lot of the same traits and habits of their familiars. Figuring that there could be no harm by trying, Kid tucked away some peppermint sprays as he and the academy prepped themselves to ambush Arachnophobia’s headquarters. 

Infiltrating the base was rough, but Kid managed to keep a lot of their positions secured by repelling lingering spiders in the area with his DIY sprays. The long nights putting together concoctions to keep the academy secured and ignoring Liz and Patty’s jabs about him getting carried away with all of his “DIY Spider Repellant” videos was paying off. 

Each team split up to find each major villain in the base, and Kid was going to make sure that he was on the team to find Arachne. As his group ran through the halls, they came across a large set of doors. Slowly, the group pushed them open, only to be pulled in through the doors by first, their eyes traveled up a large web to see Arachne staring down at them.

They were face to face with her now- her eyes were mocking, as if they were all flies caught in a web.

“I must admit, you did a splendid job at avoiding my babies. How did you manage to keep them away from you?” she asked as she slowly lowered herself from her webbed throne.

The second she touched the ground, Kid lunged forward, lobbing a gas can full of his peppermint spray her way. Once the scent hit her nose, she froze up, her eyes watering, and her demeanor changing to one of panic and anger.

“So this is how you got here. By using cheap tricks to upset my spiders!” 

As the spray continued to swirl higher around her, she began coughing and finding a way to escape the cloud of minty fresh gas surrounding her.

Kid caught a glimpse of his teammates and teachers as he moved in further to continue bombarding Arachne with sprays until she gave in. Everyone seemed to be in a state of amused shock at the sight.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and wait for me to run out of this?” Kid calls out to them.

Luck was on the academy’s side as they all went in for the capture. Arachne was infuriated, her ego shot at being captured by something so simple. As she plotted her escape, she knew that a change would need to be made and also began the plans for a mask to keep out any scents that would throw her into coughing fits.

[born-to-lose]

Devil's Bells snippet #1

Liz & Jack meeting for the first time

Today was going to be special, she knew it. Liz was going to see Crashdïet, the best modern sleaze band in her opinion, and it was her first concert abroad. Sure, she could have gone to one of their shows in Germany, but that wasn't the point of her little road trip for the next couple of months.

Rotterdam was ugly, full of modern architecture and the charm she knew from other Dutch places like Utrecht was nowhere to be found. Most of the people she had crossed paths with here since her arrival were also less than friendly. This fell under the category "seen it once, don't have to again", but she wasn't there for the city and instead for the concert—although it would have been nice to explore a pretty city to kill time until the doors would open.

However, there wasn't a lot of time to pass anyway and after a few hours of walking around the city to look for some cool things to see, she drove to the venue. At least that was decent compared to some dubious locations she had gone to for gigs before.

The opening act, Velvet Insane, was pretty good and of course, Shiraz Lane did a great job as well. She had bought the tickets as soon as she had found out they were going to be Crashdïet's special guests, back then without even knowing how it would fit into her schedule and how to get there.

Shiraz Lane had just left the stage and most people made their way to the bar to get drinks until Crashdïet would come on, Liz among them, but one guy in front of her specifically caught her eye. He had messy black dyed hair with brown roots starting to show and he was wearing a Skid Row shirt and ripped grey jeans. As handsome as he was, his looks weren't the actual reason she noticed him. Rather, it was his very bad Dutch when he ordered a shot of whiskey.

"En shot whisky altso- alstubleft?"

Liz smirked a little and after ordering a beer for herself, she followed him outside, where she quickly spotted him leaning against the wall, his hair covering most of his pale face. "Hey," she said, standing next to him and taking a sip of her bottle.

"Hi," he replied with a smile, looking at her and taking a cigarette pack out of his pocket. "Cig?"

Actually, she had never smoked before, but she sure as hell wasn't going to admit that to him. He was way too cool for her to embarrass herself like that. Besides, what better occasion to have her first cigarette than with a hot metalhead she had just met?

"Sure." She nodded and took a cigarette, which he lit first and then his. When she placed it between her lips and tried to take a drag, it went out. He chuckled and lit her cigarette again, saying, "You need to inhale it- yeah, like that."

Honestly, not getting the taking a drag right so he had to teach her how to smoke was more embarrassing than telling him she had never done it before and simply declining the offer. But at least she could make him laugh. He didn't look like someone who laughed a lot, but not because he was humourless, rather because he had been through so much that his face was full of worry and burdens he had been carrying around with him for too long, lines appearing on his forehead when he looked down, even though he wasn't old at all yet, around her own age or maybe even younger.

"My name's Jack," he broke the silence after they had spent a moment just smoking, looking up at the darkening sky and occasionally at each other.

"I'm Liz. Jack's a cool name."

"Thanks, picked it myself."

"Where are you from? Originally, I mean, I noticed your Dutch is too bad to be from here," she teased.

"Hey, fuck you!" Jack laughed, playfully shoving her before replying, "I'm from the middle of nowhere, England."

Before they could continue their conversation, they saw other people going back inside, so the two put their cigarettes out and quickly followed along to get a good spot in the front for the rest of the show.

"You don't have earplugs?" Liz asked in shock while putting in hers and noticing him standing next to the Marshall tower by the stage without any kind of hearing protection.

He shrugged. "You think I'll regret it?"

"Yeah, at my first rock concert I had tinnitus for three days, please at least get those foam plugs from the vending machine."

Just how she knew men, he didn't follow her advice and she was secretly looking forward to his complaints as soon as they would leave the club—without being gloating.

They had the time of their lives during the set and Liz knew for sure this was her favourite concert out of all the ones she had previously attended. The closing song was Generation Wild, to which the crowd was enthusiastically singing along and jumping up and down as Crashdïet got the members of Shiraz Lane and Velvet Insane on the stage with them.

It was after midnight when the concert ended and she left the club together with Jack. "Where do you live?" he asked.

She turned to look at him, not understanding him because her ears were still ringing from standing right next to the speakers at full volume until a few minutes ago—and probably also because she only now took out her earplugs. "Sorry?"

"Oh uh, I'm not- I'm just asking because I'd walk you home. It's quite late for you to be out alone. And for me too," he added with a grin.

"I… don't live anywhere here," she explained. "I'm just kind of driving across Europe for concerts and to maybe find a job I actually like somewhere."

His eyes widened in interest. "You're travelling? Where have you been already?"

"Actually, this is one of my first stops. I started in Germany and only went to Cologne for some gigs and drove to the Netherlands from there. I stopped in Utrecht on the way, which is really pretty." Although she had so much to talk about, she held herself back from rambling, but the smile on his face told her she didn't have to.

"I've always wanted to see more of the world. I just went to Ireland a few times as a kid to visit relatives, but I barely remember that. And I saw parts of France and Belgium on the way here." He lit another cigarette for himself, the last one in the pack.

After taking a drag, Jack handed her the cigarette and she inhaled the smoke before giving it back to him. There was something about this moment and this night in general that instantly made her trust him, which was weird considering her trust issues around mostly everyone else, even if she had known them for months or even years.

"Do you wanna come with me?" she asked impulsively.

"What?" He blinked in confusion and nearly choked on the smoke.

"You said you wanna travel and since I'm alone on the road, I thought you might wanna join me if you don't have anyone else either."

He smiled and nodded excitedly. "Yes, of course! But can we go to my Airbnb to pick some things up? If there's enough space in your car, obviously."

"Fuck yeah!" Liz gave him a hand shake accompanied by a pat on the back. "Sure, I got a van so there's enough room for about three other people."

They walked towards the parking lot and when they got to her van, she opened the sliding door. "Welcome to my fabulous mansion," she joked before closing it again and getting in the driver’s seat. Pushing the passenger door open from the other side, she beckoned him over. "Hop in, you’re co-pilot."

Without hesitation, he did and as she started the car and Wintersun was playing at full volume, he grinned. "Excellent taste."

"Thanks, more CDs are in the glovebox and somewhere in the back too."

Jack gave her directions to his place, but by the time they arrived, both of them were so exhausted that they decided to spend the night there and load in his things the next morning. As cliché as the “only one bed” thing was, they couldn’t care less at the moment. He had rented the room for himself without expecting visitors, they were both tired and there was no way Liz was going to sleep in the van when his bed had enough space for two—not in this city. Besides, they were clearly going to be together for a while longer and, for better or for worse, share the small, saggy mattress in her van.

To not be too pushy, she waited for him to tell her to sleep in the bed and not on the floor—of which there wasn't much because the room was quite small and his open bags were scattered all over the place. As she received the invitation and crawled into bed, he asked teasingly, “Aren’t you worried about me being a serial killer?"

She raised an eyebrow before explaining, "I got a weird trust thing, I don’t think you’re dangerous. I’m going by vibes and you seem totally fine, just believe me."

"Okay, I believe you." He smirked, stifling a yawn, and turned around to sleep on the side. "Good night."

"Good night," she echoed and fell asleep soon after.

[postguiltypleasures]

My Peak TV Journey: *The Good Fight*

I watched all of The Good Wife on CBS as it aired from almost the beginning. I had mixed feelings about the series finale, so I was slow to get around to The Good Fight, its spin-off/sequel. Coincidentally, it was the decision to move Evil, from the same creators, Robert and Michelle King. The two shows became my reason for a part-of-the-year subscription to Paramount+.  Now that The Good Fight has wrapped up, I miss it. Months later I  think about that series finale and how it did not feel like a series finale. It never tried to make sense of its crazy world, or ours on which it was loosely based. There is another spin off scheduled for this fall. It will be starring Carrie Preston as Elsbeth Taccioni, a character who appeared on both series. But it will not follow up on all the various plots here, because that would not be worthwhile. (Also, according to recent news, it will be set in New York City, where all of these shows are filmed.)

Though the series was introducing major characters until the last season, so maybe they will revisit them. The final season brought in Andre Braugher as Ri’Chard Lane, a real showman of a lawyer. Every episode he wore different, often wild, glasses. His story for the season was about how he fit in the firm, but he is richly drawn enough. The character’s frequent and loud proclamations of faith were off putting to me. But there are plenty of details about his life that I would be happy to revisit and see more of. The penultimate season introduced the mysterious Carmen Moya and every time I saw her I wanted more of her. Marissa and her father, the Rahm Emmanuel inspired, Eli Gold are probably done. His last episode was shocking and appropriate as a send off. Each of the episodes in the season was titled “The End of…” and “The End of Eli Gold” felt like the most appropriate title. Marissa’s life could be check in on again, but it looks like it will become something completely different than what we’ve seen.

I definitely feel like I have seen enough of Diane Lockhart's journey. I still like the character, but choosing to stay with her husband Kurt McVeigh, despite the way their political differences meant he could never be trusted was choosing a stasis that I'm done with.

I'd be happy to check in on Liz Reddick and her complicate family again.

The final season involved non stop protests outside the law firm’s offices and regular threats of violence from mostly unknown sources. I spent a lot of my watching time wondering what it said about politics. Was it doing a “both sides” thing? How does it fit in with the mostly rightwing talking points of violence in Chicago? Months later, those worries have mostly melted away. It was more about capturing the feel of the moment than making a statement about it. 

Thought that does to bring up some of the ways that this series is going to age weirdly. Its plotting choice leaded into being a product of its time so even a couple of years after an episode originally aired a viewer finds themselves thinking things like “remember the pee tape”?  And really after a little time, it is so irrelevant to life it is better forgotten. But it is funny to look back at what a big deal we made of the whole thing.