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dngrs-untld-hrshps-unnmbrd · 5 months ago

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Sweet Little Killer

Those big eyes, Cooper thought, his anger rising. Those big eyes of hers were glistening with tears, and twice as pretty for it. He wondered if she knew the effect she had on men with those soulful eyes of hers. If she did, she was damn well making those tears brim on her dark lashes on purpose, trying to wrap his withered heart around her pretty little finger.

As Ghoul and Lucy journey across the wastes to New Vegas both of them learn a helluva lot more about each other, and circumstances and mutual attraction drive them into each other's arms.

Start with Chapter One

CHAPTER THREE

The ghoul shouldered into the washroom with his thumbs tucked into his belt. A moment later he came out holding a skinny, grey-haired man by the scruff of his vest and shoved him down the corridor.

‘But I haven’t finished my bath,’ the old man protested, clutching his scrubbing brush on a stick against his chest.

‘Come back later,’ the ghoul told him.

‘I’m so sorry. He wouldn’t listen. I’ll only be a minute,’ Lucy called after the poor old man.

‘Go on, vaultie.’ He jerked his head at the door. The ghoul had refused to allow her to be alone in the communal washroom unless he was with her or he cleared it out and stood guard by the door.

‘You didn’t have to kick that old man out,’ she scolded him, entering the empty washroom. There were several hip baths scattered around, and a shower in the corner.

‘The alternative is me standing over you while you bathe,’ he called after her as the door swung closed, ‘so I’m being mighty reasonable.’

This was the ghoul, being reasonable. Lucy turned on the shower and was pleasantly surprised by the clean, warmish water. The tiles were cracked and moldy, but this bathroom was luxurious compared to the rest of her existence on the surface.

‘You all right in there, vaultie?’ the ghoul called through the door.

‘yOu aLL riGhT iN tHeRE, vaULtiE?’ she mocked under her breath, soaping her hair.

‘Vaultie!’ he barked. ‘I’m coming in.’

‘I’m fine ,’ she hollered back. ‘Don’t come in.’ How could the man go from forcing her to fight Radscorpions all day to practically not allowing her to breathe without his permission? Because the man was an asshole, that’s why.

A different thought occurred to her that cooled her temper. Just what was another bounty hunter going to do to her that was worse than Radscorpions?

Probably best not to think about.

Lucy emerged a few minutes later, clean, but annoyed with the ghoul. ‘Are you going to tell me why you’re being so jumpy?’

He flashed her a glare that told her that he was less in the mood for talking now than he ever had been.

As they passed the bar on the way to their rooms, the ghoul dug in his pocket and slammed a key on a battered keyring onto the counter.

‘We only need one room.’

Lucy took a deep, angry breath, preparing to holler at him. It was only the last-minute memory that she didn’t want to draw any attention to herself that made her whisper-shout instead. ‘One room? I can’t even sleep by myself?’

Predictably, the ghoul took her wordlessly by the elbow and steered her away.

When he unlocked the door to what was now their room, there was only one bed. Lucy sighed heavily. Of course. A double, but it was a small one. If he lay down, the ghoul’s feet would be hanging off the edge.

‘I hope you enjoy sleeping in the chair,’ she told him sweetly, gesturing at the hard wooden chair in the corner. ‘If that doesn’t suit you, I hear there’s another room available somewhere else.’

‘Chair’s fine by me,’ he muttered, sitting down and folding his arms. He stretched his long legs out and crossed them at the ankle, taking up almost all the room in the small space.

Through the grimy window, Lucy could see that it was already dark outside, and the room was chilly. She dove into bed beneath the one blanket, and took off her bra and pants under the covers. Her hair was damp, and she shivered as the bed slowly, slowly warmed up.

Muffled coughing woke her from slumber sometime later. For a moment she didn’t know where she was, and then she saw the outline of the ghoul in his chair in the darkened room. He had a fist to his lips as he fumbled inside his duster for his inhaler. His coughs grew desperate and wracking before he managed to hold the inhaler to his lips and take his medication.

The ghoul lowered his head once more with his arms folded tightly across his chest.

As Lucy exhaled, she saw her breath. The room was freezing and the ghoul…well he wasn’t sick, but he was suffering.

Lucy got out of bed and padded toward the door.

The ghoul lifted his booted foot and placed it on the wall, blocking her way. In a gravelly voice he asked, ‘Where do you think you’re goin’?’

‘I was just going to find you a blank—’

‘Get back to bed.’ The ghoul coughed again.

‘But—'

‘Bed.’

She stood shivering in front of him. This wasn’t right. ‘Your lungs don’t like the cold, do they?’

The ghoul answered with a surly cough. He looked up at her, his eyes traveling from her bare feet, up her bare legs in just briefs, to her pebbled nipples in her tank top, and finally to her face.

She reached for his hand, coaxing him to stand up. ‘Come on. Just for a minute until you warm up.’

His dark eyes glittered in the darkness. He slowly got to his feet, shrugged out of his duster, lay his hat on the chair, and pulled off his boots.

Lucy got back into bed and scooted over to make space for him. Her heart was hammering in her chest. She’d never slept in the same bed as a man before. It had always sounded so nice. If you wanted a cuddle, there was a warm, loving body right there.

‘Just until I warm up,’ he said, getting under the blanket. The bed creaked as he lay down. Lucy moved closer and was surprised to feel heat radiating from him even though he was shivering. Ghouls must run hot.

Slowly, his body relaxed, and his eyes drifted closed. He fell asleep, which was what Lucy had hoped would happen. She drank in his face as he slept. As ravaged by radiation as he was, the ghoul was handsome. Full lips and high cheekbones. A strong body. She’d been roughly manhandled by him, but what would it feel like if he was holding her?

Lucy rolled onto her side and scooted back against him, wiggling her ass until she made contact with as much of him as possible. He was blissfully warm. She fell asleep, pretending that this was her husband, and she was safe in bed with him.

She awoke sometime later to darkness, and with a heavy arm over her hips and wrapped around her stomach. The ghoul had awoken and pulled her closer.

‘Now you’ve done it, vaultie,’ he muttered sleepily.

Biting her lip, she nestled back into him even further, and he responded by squeezing her tight. Something hard and thick nestled into the cleft of her ass.

Lucy’s eyes opened into the darkness. ‘I thought you…’

‘You assumed I couldn’t get it up because I didn’t want one of the working girls? Real nice of you. Ever think that I’m just picky, sweetheart?’ His breath was hot on the side of her neck.

This was new information.

New, interesting information.

‘Is there anyone?’ she whispered.

Heavy silence. ‘Not in this world. Not anymore.’

Before the bombs, then. ‘You remember her?’

He sighed. ‘Shit, can we change the subject? I was enjoying myself just now.’

She turned slowly in his arms, keeping herself pressed tightly against him. ‘You remember your name, don’t you?’

‘I do,’ he finally admitted. ‘But that doesn’t mean that I’m going to tell you what it is.’

‘Please,’ she implored him. ‘Please tell me.’

The ghoul opened his eyes. They were nose to nose cavity in the darkness. Her hands were against his chest. His bare hands were ever so slowly kneading her hips.

‘It’s Cooper,’ he finally said.

She smiled. ‘Cooper. It suits you.’

‘Not anymore it doesn’t, and I’m getting up.’

Cooper tried half-heartedly to get out of bed, but she clenched her hands on his shirt. ‘Please don’t. This is the most comfortable I’ve been since coming to the surface.’

He gazed at her lips. She eased her hips closer to him, needing to feel his erection against her sensitive flesh.

‘You’re gonna need a dose of RadAway if you don’t stop doing that.’

‘Then I’ll take RadAway. This sure feels nice, doesn’t it?’ She lifted her hand and touched his face.

He closed his eyes as her fingers stroked his cheek. ‘No, vaultie,’ he lied.

‘What were you like before this world?’

‘Naïve.’

She smiled ruefully. ‘Me, too. I’m trying not to be so stupid anymore.’

‘Me, too.’

‘How’s that working out for us, do you think?’ she whispered.

He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her with parted lips. She moaned softly, and when his tongue slid against hers, she opened her mouth wider for him.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she pressed her breasts against his chest. From the way she was arching her back, this girl was turned on. By him. A ghoul. Was this vaultie so sheltered she just didn’t know any better?

Cooper broke the kiss. ‘Does that feel good to you? I don’t know what this body feels like to anyone else.’

‘So good, Cooper,’ she whispered breathlessly. ‘What feels good to you?’

He drank in her beautiful face. ‘Anything you do, darlin’. You nearly made my heart quit beating when you touched my shoulders and compared me to my wanted poster. I’m—not used to this.’

Fuck. That’s too vulnerable. He needed to shut the hell up.

She reached down between them and pushed her hand up beneath his shirt. ‘This heart?’ Sensation exploded across his chest.

‘Mmm,’ he says, dragging a ragged breath into his lungs.

‘You feel so good, Cooper. Warm and strong.’

He was drowning in her soft, sweet adoration. It was so much. Too much.

With a groan, he rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him as he devoured her mouth. He had no right to get his hands all over the prettiest, sweetest woman for thousands of miles around, possibly anywhere, but he was going to be selfish and do it anyway. His cock was harder than ever and he thrust it against her pussy through the thin fabric of her underwear. Lucy moaned. The sound of her made him crazy, and he slid against her again and again, both of them delighting in the friction.

He pushed her tank up and saw that she’d taken off her bra before bed. When he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth, she gasped and hitched her knee up to his hip, inviting more.

Pulling her briefs to one side, he slid two fingers across her sex, and discovered so much slippery wetness.

‘This for me, darlin’?’ he asked, admiring the wetness on his fingers.

She bit her lip and nodded, and then cried out as he sank his middle finger into her up to the third knuckle.

Mine, he thought, clenching his teeth on her shoulder right by her neck, and circling her clit with his thumb. Lucy moaned louder.

He added a second finger, and that really made her yelp and clutch at him. He wasn’t trying to make her come yet. He just wanted to explore her, watch her, listen to her, as he pumped his fingers slowly in and out of her. The sweet grip of her on his fingers was making him ache to be inside her. He probably shouldn’t. He probably should make sure they had some RadAway before they did that, because he knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out of her once his cock was hammering into her and his orgasm was barrelling down on him. No way he had that kind of self-control around her, and he would end up filling her with radioactive cum.

Unsteadily, she pulled at his belt while he kept thrusting with his fingers, and it made him smile at how clumsy he was making her.

When her hand wrapped around his cock, it was his turn to lose focus. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from the sight of her touching him. There were radiation scars even on his cock, but she didn’t seem to care, her slender fingers caressing his girth.

‘You’re so thick, Cooper,’ she whispered as he thrust into her hand.

‘Fuck, stop saying my name,’ he panted.

‘Why?’

‘It’s too much, vaultie.’ He could feel his heart softening. All the protective anger he carried around was melting away. If he didn’t stay angry, he would die. Chems and anger were all that were holding his ruined body together.

‘Lucy,’ she corrected him with a caress and a smile. ‘Call me Lucy. And I want to say your name. I love your name.’

The sunshine was going to burn him alive, and it wasn’t even daylight yet.

They continued to caress each other, focusing on whatever made the other one breathe harder and moan. She came first, her thighs squeezing his hips and her pussy squeezing his fingers in a death grip. The sight of her head thrown back in pleasure was enough to make him lose it. He cupped his hand around his cock as he came, making sure he didn’t splash her with any of his cum.

After, they lay wrapped around each other with their legs tangled together. Lucy was asleep, but Cooper's mind was racing. The clarity you experience after you climax, he’d once heard it called.

What about your man ? he wanted to ask her. That Knight in a tin can. If she wasn’t going to think about the canned Knight or talk about him, then Cooper wouldn’t either.

Cooper’s arms tightened around her. I don’t want him to have you.

He gritted his teeth, wondering what the hell he was doing, being possessive over a woman. He’d only ever felt this strongly about a woman once before in his life, and it had all but destroyed him.

Hope hadn’t been part of his life since the bombs fell and he’d lost everything. It was probably best if he and Lucy never talked about what had just happened between them. As much as it hurt him, they probably shouldn’t touch each other again either, and focus on getting to New Vegas.

With her pretty hand lying against his heart and her semi-naked body tight in his arms, Cooper knew he was in the danger zone.

I just finished playing Fallout 3 and I loved it! These games have been on my list for ages but the show bumped them to the top. I started New Vegas and I'm having so much fun imagining what Cooper and Lucy are going to do there in S2. Thank you for reading!

Read Chapter Four here.

#ghoulcy #vaultghoul #cooper howard #lucy maclean #fallout fanfiction

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chazz-is-a-zelda-fan · 5 months ago

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I was just thinking about how from my recollection, every time Chazz does anything bad/questionable at any point it's because he's under the influence of or being straight up controlled by someone else.

Like everything he does pre school duel he does because his brothers still have him in the palm of their hands and he has to put up this front and this hard shelled persona to cope with the pressure and it drives him to make some decisions that could be considered bad, like throwing Bastion's cards into the ocean for example. But even then, he never does anything particularly major, he's just a struggling kid desperate to earn his brothers' approval and respect and prove that he's worthy of the family name because they're constantly berating him and putting him down and telling him that he isn't if he doesn't do things their way and behave the way they want him to and do what they want him to and it's too much for him to carry. And his brothers are so much older than him and he's a 15 year old kid, so they hold a lot of weight over him, what they say and what they think of him matters to him.

But then there's season 2, where all the bad things he does that everyone is mad at him for even after he returns and holds against him, like turning Alexis and honestly the majority of the school, he only does because he's been brainwashed and is being controlled by Sartorius. He doesn't even remember anything between being defeated by Sartorius and waking up during the duel with Jaden, Sartorius saw a confused kid looking for a new purpose and took him to serve his the Light of Destruction's needs because he was a powerful duelist and a vulnerable, easy target.

And on a slightly sillier note, even stealing the Spirit Keys back at the end of season 1 which is kinda not a great thing to do ultimately was Atticus's idea personally I think Atticus knew the plan wasn't going to work and set Chazz up so knowing that Alexis would reject him so that he could move on from her and just didn't think through the part about the keys being technically won in a duel as a result and causing problems but shhhhhhh

I don't know, it just made me really upset thinking about it 🥺 he's a good kid dammit 🥺

he IS A GOOD KID!!! i always turn to the fact that he gives foster his 50th card. he has nothing to gain from giving the card away, it wouldn’t benefit him. the fact that he GETS the 50th is pure luck!! he did it because he wanted to!! he respected the way foster struggled for a deck like he did, it put him on equal terms with someone!!!!!

he’s so sweet under it all <:( the chazz at the start of s1 would never go up in those bleachers and chant “L TO THE E TO THE X TO THE I, LEXI RULES AND THATS NO LIE!!” but he DOES and you know why?!?!? because he FINALLY has a space to just be a TEENAGER and CRINGE and a BOY!!! he’s not supposed to be a paragon of a business corporation, he’s just a 15 y/o with a crush on a girl!!!!!!!!!

like. he still needs to learn to take no for an answer, but HE FINALLY GETS THAT CHANCE AND IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME. when i first moved in with my mom after spending so much time with my shitty dad’s side of the family, she had to constantly remind me i was a teenager and not some hardened adult — that i could ask to hang out with my friends on the weekend or that i could mess up and not have a panic attack because nobody was going to scream at me. and it just gets me emotional every time to look at chazz and think that above all, in spite of everything, he’s just a teenager…

#yugioh gx #ygo #chazz princeton #jun manjoume #yugioh #ygo gx #atticus rhodes #fubuki tenjoin #alexis rhodes #asuka tenjoin #saiou takuma #sartorius kumar #HES JUST A CHILD!!!! HES TINY!!! AND SMALL!!!

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bronx-bomber87 · 1 year ago

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Happy Weekend all :) Watched this ep last night wrote down my thoughts and thought kick off Saturday with a review. Another really good ep ahead. S2 adds onto the base built in S1 in the best way. Off we go.

2x02 The Night General

We catch our first glimpse of our fine duo at the end of roll call. Grey has a new book for Tim to read for his Sergeant's exam. Tim doesn’t look excited in the least. Lucy calls out the book for its dated title. Grey explains to Lucy it's from the 60s. Lovely. Tim asks how this book is relevant with 21st century policing? Grey tells him 'Ours is not to reason why' LOL Basically saying he has to read it whether he wants to or not Poor Tim.

They're not in the shop two seconds before Tim hands her the book to read to him. Of course Lucy is going to give him some push back. She wouldn’t be her if she didn’t. Would you love her Timothy if she was anything but who she is? haha This is how they're going to spend their shift whether Lucy wants to or not.

Lucy suggests just to let her drive so he can read it while they work. That doesn’t fly with Tim baha Lucy doesn’t understand (yet) why he can’t just read it himself. Thinks Tim is just making her do it for him just cause he can. You'll find out soon enough my dear. Lucy knows when to pick her battles at this point. So she decides not to fight Tim on this one. Gives in and cracks this old fossil open and begins to read to him.

Mini marriage scene going on right here. It's their back and forth that I love so much about them. A comfortability has settled between the two of them and it shows. Instantly Lucy is being smug and sassy about the material. One of my fav things she does with him. Pushes his buttons like only she can. Instead of being immediately grumpy he dishes it right back. Oh how they’ve grown. Giving him crap with the book saying he shouldn’t generate fear but respect.

Tim is snarky as well firing back of course she would like this book...We all know she has thrived under his leadership. She's not really taking shots at him so much as using it to mess with him. She can't help herself. Lucy is taking full advantage of this scenario. Tim is painfully aware she is using reading this book to punish him. I mean it's only fair since he's forcing her to read it between calls.

I love her face in the gif above. She’s enjoying herself far too much for Tim’s liking haha He tells her to just keep reading LOL Like Lucy wasn't going to read this book without running commentary. Come on Timothy you know better than that hehe Lucy continues on and you can see him trying so hard to absorb it as she speaks.

Lucy ends up on another quote she likes. Of course its about patrol officers having value. So she chooses this one to have him parrot back to her. She is agitating the crap out of him and knows it. Telling him he needs to repeat it in order to memorize it. Using her psych degree to justify it. He begrudgingly does it and she asks him to do it again lmao Lucy is pushing her boundaries today and is fine with it haha

They get a call interrupting her and Tim is so relieved. Lucy responds to dispatch then says 'Ok 3 min out more reading.' LMAO She is relentless and begins up again. Tim's face above I’m dying. LOL He looks like he’s being endlessly tortured by her studying methods. This episode is absolute gold start to finish. He is at her mercy with this and knows it.

We rejoin them in the shop after their call. Lucy has moved onto chapter 3. ‘The Healthy Habits Of Command’ She goes on to read out loud ‘Delegation is the key to leading men in times of stress.’ Which leads to the line above. She follows it up with That’s so true don’t you think? Tim snaps back it’s hard enough to listen to this stuff without her editorializing haha Honestly Tim what did you expect from her? She tells him she’s happy to stop anytime and get back to her paper work.

Lucy goes on to tell him that he’s going to have to re-read all this again anyways to memorize it. You see the panic in Tim’s face. It’s here Lucy finds out he learns best when he’s hears it. That response immediately gets the wheels in Lucy’s head churning with her response of Really? He then asks what? Why? She tells him nothing…. Doesn’t take Tim long to figure out she’s holding something back from him. He says ‘Boot...’

Lucy tries to mumble her reply at first. Telling him he has a learning difference under her breath. It’s kinda funny how she tries to hide her answer. She knows he’s going to take it the wrong way. Tim makes her speak up and Lucy bites the bullet. Then try’s to soften the blow by saying he’s just wired differently. That he just processes information differently than others. She is digging herself a hole and knows it. Tim is bristly af as she tries explain this to him. He tells her he doesn’t have a learning disability. Flat out refuses to accept it.

Lucy digs her hole even further when she brings up Isabel. Tim has grown but that continues to be a sore subject for him. Lucy is trying so hard for him not to take this as a bad thing. Minute she brings Isabel up and their time at the academy he shuts down. Tells her they’re not talking about this. Lucy looks crushed she’s offended him. That comfortability and banter from earlier gone. You can see how much she wants to fix it. Unfortunately they get a call before she can rectify the situation. It's about a suspicious mini van casing a house. She tries to fix it as they drive to the call but he is shut off completely. Lucy is defeated and says never mind….

They pull up and its an old colleague of Tim's. He is a bounty hunter now. Lucy is assertive right off the bat saying they've received multiple 911 calls about him. Rex bites back calling her boot and to watch her tone. Tim steps in right away. No one calls her ‘boot’ but Tim good sir. So sexy when he tells Rex she’s the police now. Even though he’s grumpy about the studying he still has her back on this 100%. Such growth Tim. I love me some protective/supportive Tim. Lucy doesn't let Rex's behavior shake her. Lets this surly grump of a man know that. It’s like she has experience with them or something heh

Tim's face when Rex says 'You let her talk to you like that?' It’s a 'Watch it...' We all know Tim likes it when Lucy talks to him like that. It’s that assertive confidence that attracts him to her. One of many reasons But It’s far too early to delve into that fully haha We all know it’s true though. Lucy tells him his bounty Nico is a very dangerous person. Rex tries to rattle her one more time. Saying how he’s been dealing with dangerous men since she was in diapers. Lucy tells him these days you have to call law enforcement for this stuff. She cracks me up and says maybe he should read Tim’s book LMAO

Lucy tries the next day to mend fences with Tim. Asking him if he'd like her to read to him? Trying to offer up a olive branch. He instantly shuts her down. Says no. Lucy tries to implore him to let her. That he needs to learn it. He grumpily replies ‘I can do that on my own.' Oof she really hit a nerve with this one. Before Lucy can fight him some more they pull back up to Rex’s van. Tim is wanting to do a welfare check on him. He didn't report his bounty last night. Lucy calls him out for it and Tim says he wouldn’t put it that way to Rex though. But he's being a softie and she knows it.

They find blood and broken glass and call it in. Rex has been assaulted and Tim sees red. He takes off once Rex says Nico is headed to his aunt's. Lucy calls after him saying they need a warrant. Tim doesn’t listen as he takes off and Rex tells Lucy go with Tim.

Tim busts in raging says blood on the door enough reason for them to search. Lucy takes control of the situation quickly. Makes the aunt call Nico. Says they’ll arrest for aiding and abetting if she doesn’t. Does this to calm Tim down a bit. She’s so good at that. Not the first time she's taken charge to rein him a bit. The aunt calls it doesn't take long to find him in the house Then comes this bad ass fight scene. Last episode I said they’re like poetry in motion in the field. This gif is the definition of that. Look how well they work together to take Niko down. It’s a thing of beauty really.

First off let’s enjoy the fact we’re getting Tim all sweaty and guns out to play shall we? Ovary explosion for me. It's a very nice visual for me to start this scene. *fans self* Never get over how fine this man is honestly. Now let’s move onto the beautiful moment that’s about to commence. Lucy finds Tim working out. Ask's if he's training for his next re-match with Nico haha She hands him the little Audio book he looks so confused as to what this might be. His confusion continues after she explain its the audiobook version of his book.

Lucy looks so proud of herself when she explains she recorded it for him. She should be. You know she spent whatever free time she had off shift doing that for him. That is no small feat. Also the fact that she reached out to Isabel for him. I can’t imagine that conversation wasn’t a little awkward for her. But guess what? She did it anyways to help him. Even when he’s obstinate af with her she is driven to help him no matter what.

That psych degree comes in handy when she’s deciphering Tim. Why he acts the way he does. He lashed out cause he was embarrassed by the fact that he learns through listening. This is why Lucy does this for him. So he feels better about the way he learns. Doesn’t feel shame about it. He is much more receptive to her explanation this time around. You can see it in his face in that second gif above. She is so kind and gentle while she does it. Letting him know hey it's ok you learn this way. Nothing is wrong with it or you.

I can totally relate to Tim too btw. I am a Kinesthetic learner as well. I absorb audio books far more than sitting down and reading. I have to be moving while I listen or I’m instantly bored and disengage. If it’s a fic I’m fine for most part if it’s a one shot. But anything I have to read at massive length? I gotta be moving. So I get it Tim I’m same way my love.

She ends her explanation by complimenting him in the best way she can. By letting him know that the way he learns is why he’s such an excellent cop. Building him up and letting him know its why he excels the way he does at his job. Reinforcing his way of learning isn’t a bad thing at all but a strength for him. You can see it in his face he finally accepts this about himself. He replies 'Yeah.' with a small smile of gratitude. Like she's just taught him something about himself and he's not mad about it. Tim can't help but let that Lucy light of hers in.

Lucy says she will see him tomorrow. Wants to let him get back to his work out. You can tell Tim wants to say something before she goes. He builds up the courage to say 'Thanks' as she’s leaving ❤️ It's such a loaded Thanks for him. The absolute gratitude he has for her in this moment. I’ve said it many times and I’ll continue to say it. Eric says so damn much with just a look. If her recording an audio book isn’t an act of service and love to him I don’t know what is. The look on this man’s face as he says 'Thanks.' He is blown away she took the time to do this for him. Has to make sure Lucy knows how grateful he is before she leaves. Because she saw he had a need and fulfilled it for him. Put him first and took care of him in best way she could think of.

Lucy’s smile Is everything after he says this. It's the most honest and genuine 'Thanks ' she's ever received from him. She almost can't handle it. Why she nervously smiles back instead of replying. She is adorable. Gah no one gets through like Lucy does for him. Makes me wanna cry honestly. They’re written so damn well it makes me happy. Truly just make one another better in the best way.

That little smile of his when he hears Lucy’s intro. My damn heart. She truly is the best rookie he’s ever trained. Damn straight. If you weren’t shipping them before, this scene has to get you hook, line and sinker. She recorded an old outdated book for him in her personal time, built him up, made him feel better about how he learns, and reached out to his ex for clarification in order to help him better.

Actions speak louder than words they say for a reason. Her actions are screaming right now. Makes you wonder if he listened at night at all? Did he ever fall asleep to her voice during his studying? Maybe he did maybe he didn't. A girl can dream though haha Such a good ep for them start to finish.

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Side notes non-chenford

Mmm Tim laying into Jackson about the hole he’s in. Yes please. Defending Angela when Jackson makes a joke if he’s late his dad is gonna light up Lopez. Tim goes on to tell him she’s going to pay the price if he doesn’t get his shit together. That she will be the target of his fathers aggression if he goes belly up halfway through training. That Jackson owes her his career. Whew lord I love me some protective Tim.

Also Lucy and Jackson living together ❤️ such a good friend to take him in like that I love it. First thing he needed to her back on track.

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #summer rewatch #waiting on s6 #s2 #2x02 The Night General #the rookie #tim x lucy #tim bradford #lucy chen #lucy x tim #eric winter #melissa o'neil #otp: you know me so well. too well.#otp: doing my job #tim bradford x lucy chen

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cinnamonspicewritingroom · 1 year ago

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More Than Diamonds

Pairing: Prince Friedrich x Princess! Reader Description:

A hardcore Bridgerton fan, Davika bit the dust in 2021 during a wild protest against Thailand's king on the way home. But instead of the pearly gates, she woke up in the 19th century, suddenly the offspring of Siam's 2nd king and some British lady of mystery descent. Armed with her modern know-how, her main goal is to stack up that cash and upgrade Siam for some chill vibes to avoid being sold off in some arranged marriage mess. But who knew she'd find herself smack in the middle of her beloved Bridgerton drama series? Talk about a plot twist! How's she gonna handle this? Amelia better watch out not to change the story—or is it too late?

Meanwhile, the Brits are buzzing about their new royal guest just in time for the 1813 debutante ball. Princess Amelia of Siam has rolled in as the fresh Ambassador of Siam. With Daphne and Prince Friedrich's courtship hitting the skids, nobody expected him to stick around London, but Friedrich's not one to skedaddle with his tail between his legs. Homeboy's on a mission to snag a wifey and he's not backing down. Friedrich's never been one to back down, but when it comes to Amelia, he's all cold feet. Folks say Amelia's a brainiac, but love? That's a whole different ball game. Those butterflies in her stomach? Yeah, she ain’t got a clue what to do with 'em.

Tags: Slow burn, Coming of age, Time-Travel, Back to the past, Friends to Lovers, Royalties, Oblivious!FLxObvious!ML, Jealous! Friedrich, Slightly Possessive! Friedrich, Black cat gf, Golden retriever bf Timeline: S1&S2

Chapter 2. Princes and a Princess

Calm down, Davika—No, Apsara. Davika is dead; now she is Somdet Chao Fa Apsara Chaiya Kanika, and she fought for her title. Breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth. You learned this in your overpriced yoga class before you bit the dust and got transported into the middle of the fucking Bridgerton series.

Focus on the present—right now she is having tea with Golda Rosheuvel—Queen Charlotte, the lineup of princes who are yet to marry, and the current Prince Regent, Prince George IV.

“Lady Amelia, I heard that you are a driving force in the Siamese court,” Prince George IV looked at the Siamese Ambassador. He did not know what he expected, but not a petite-looking teenager; she is not even a woman yet. To believe that she has been advising the Crown Prince and King in the Siamese court was truthfully hard.

“Surely you jest, your highness. I am not much of a driving force as you implied. My achievements are minuscule compared to the King and Crown Prince. I merely stated my opinions on several topics. They are generous enough to listen to my chatter,” Amelia politely responded.

“Starting very young, at the age of 13 years old, I heard you had helped the Crown Prince, Prince Rama III, to establish education for girls by creating a law in which every citizen, man or woman alike, had the fundamental rights to education.” Several of the princes chatted with one another; one of them stated how women's education is useless and how their position is to stay at home with the children. Girl—wait till you hear about the 21st century; women can vote and work.

“And pray tell, why did you think education for women is useless, Prince Frederick?” This put the spotlight on Prince Frederick, who was talking to Prince Augustus. The Queen eyed him sharply; Frederick knew he had to thread this carefully, especially since he was in the presence of the Ambassador of Siam; they could potentially pull all rights for trading and business in their land. They cannot afford that right now, not while they are still at war with Napoleon.

“I think women are gentle creatures who need to be loved. Rather than dealing with harsh politics and boring numbers, they should be surrounded by beautiful things. Music, poetry, paintings. Do you not agree, Lady Amelia?” He looked so proud of his words; Amelia wanted to gag at his face, but instead she chuckled and slightly shook her head.

“May I ask you a question?” Still glowing in pride, he only answered with a gesture, which probably meant ‘go ahead.’ “When you were still a child, which parent did you see more? Your father or your mother?” Several of the princes glanced at their mother, including Prince Frederick. The Queen gestured to him to answer Amelia’s question.

“As my father was busy with work, naturally I saw my mother more than him.” Amelia nodded. “And which parent oversees your education? The one who consulted with the governor, asked you about your progress?” Prince Frederick paused before answering, “My mother, of course. Is it not natural that children will spend more time with their mother? After all, fathers are usually busy and away often.” Amelia smiled subtly.

“Absolutely, mothers are the ones who spend more time with their children compared to their father—” “And as they are at home, why would women burden themselves with education? They should focus on raising the children and make sure they are raised properly.” Amelia stared at the prince for several seconds before she picked up her tea to take a sip.

“Queen Charlotte,” Amelia changed her tactics and turned towards the Queen, who was staring at her with interest. “I heard you were originally from Germany?” The Queen blinked and frowned a bit; she was a bit disappointed that the Siamese Ambassador backed down from the debate against her son. Maybe she is not as brilliant as rumoured.

“Why, yes, I came from the Duchy of Mecklenburg-Strelitz, located in Northern Germany. You should come visit; it is a very beautiful place.” Smiling, The Queen had a look of longing and pride for her country. Amelia nodded. “I will inform the King; maybe he will consider visiting Northern Germany for his annual honeymoon destination.” The Queen nodded with a smile and proceeded to pick up her tea. She was quite pleased with that answer.

“Your Majesty, I am quite curious about the subject of education for European noblewomen. If education is limited to males, what subjects are allowed for noblewomen to learn?” So Lady Amelia did not back down; the Queen smiled behind her cup.

“Noblewomen are taught how to read and write; they learn about cultures, music, art, and literature. However, as the Queen of England, I need to understand the history of the country and calculations.” How will the Ambassador answer her son after she gives her ammunition?

“If you don’t mind me asking, how does your education experience help you manoeuvre your children’s education? Such as, have you ever consulted subjects you deemed more necessary for the princesses and princes with their governor and governess?” Out of the corner of her eye, Amelia eyed Prince Frederick. He was still looking as smug as ever with his lukewarm answer.

“Lady Amelia, my children are the future of the country. My job is to make sure they receive the best education possible, so of course I would need to consult with the governor. God knows how many times I consulted them, and even more often for me to help them learn and understand what they were learning about.” The whole time Amelia was looking at Prince Frederick. “And you raised them beautifully, Your Majesty. They could not be like this without you.” Amelia sweetly smiled at the Queen before fully turning around to face Prince Frederick.

“You see, Prince Frederick. We have established that mothers spend more time with their children, more than their father. Mothers are the ones who oversee their children’s education, but more than that, they are also their first educators.” She needed that. The pettiness to emphasise that word.

“If the mother has no solid education, then it is easy for the children’s education to go astray. It was fortunate that you were born royal with a mother who had received proper education in her early years. Your mother was able not only to consult with the governor and governess but also helped with your learning process. Unfortunately, not everyone is lucky enough.” Amelia knows she has won the argument with these facts; she just… wanted him to burn a bit more.

“Prince George.” The said Prince perked up. “From what I remembered during the introduction, you are the Prince Regent, correct?” “Yes, you are right.” He confirmed as Amelia gave him a strained smile.

“I must confess, I am never one to stick my nose where it doesn’t belong. I don’t know how you run your country, but I know the Siam I envision it to be.” Amelia sighed, her thumb tracing the edge of the saucer.

“We want to establish peace in the country, and we want equality for everyone. That is impossible without having the citizens educated. Women included because women count.” Her light brown eyes met Prince George’s dark ones. He can see it now; this is Lady Amelia, who rose in the Siamese court in a mere three years before starting her role as an Ambassador.

“Because women are a part of our people. The law is not only to give them a chance to do what they want but also to protect the women from getting blamed for their children’s education.” Amelia may sound cocky about this matter. She was aware that this could potentially insult the Queen and the Princes, but since they laid the stage themselves, might as well show them why Siam is not a country to be messed with, why they are a progressive country.

“We need to educate the children and citizens; therefore, they have the ability to process and filter liable information in order to create a strong and united Siam. That is my opinion about why it is necessary to establish the law of education.” As she concluded her discussion, Amelia could see the sour faces of the princes.

Queen Charlotte should be angry at the Ambassador for embarrassing her sons, but Lady Amelia was correct. It was an impressive debate; instead of debating Frederick on what-ifs, Lady Amelia used her, his mother, as an example.

“Now that it’s done, come with me, Lady Amelia. I would love to show you my peacock collection.” Queen Charlotte stood up, followed by Amelia as they exited the room. The princes who were left in the room stared at the two retreating figures before the footman closed the doors.

“What a petty woman. She strung mother along in order to win the argument,” Prince Frederick huffed in distaste as he stared at the closed doors.

“Please, Frederick, you are just angry you lost,” Edward chuckled as he picked up a scone. “I think she is interesting,” he continued while spreading jam before taking a bite of the scone.

“She’s far too young for you, Edward. If you try anything, it will cause a strain in our relationship with Siam,” George said as he picked up two sugar cubes, dropping them into his tea.

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For almost an hour, Queen Charlotte showed Amelia her colourful peacock collection, which is truly fascinating, as Amelia even got the chance to hand-feed one of the birds under the keeper’s watch, despite Queen Charlotte’s hesitation. Queen Charlotte and Amelia discussed many things: their differences in art and cultures, sports played in each country, fashion, even education. The Queen was so fascinated by Amelia’s decree to make it mandatory for girls to also get education that she questioned the education system in Siam. Amelia really likes talking to Queen Charlotte; she is curious and genuinely interested in her opinions and beliefs, which became her drive to make Siam a better country for the people. Yes, the Queen might be a strict person, but she is someone who is.

“Before I leave, can I ask you something, Your Majesty?” Amelia asked as they ventured into the garden. The Queen glanced at the young lady next to her. “Why of course, ask away, my dear.” Amelia braced herself to spit out the question. “Could you please tell me where the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh live currently?” Out of all the questions the Ambassador could have asked, Charlotte never thought it would be that one. “The— Why?” Compared to debating with one of the princes, the Ambassador looked way more scared asking that question.

“I have a letter I need to deliver. It was a personal request from the King.” Queen Charlotte raised a brow. Her brother-in-law and his wife, Abigail of Gloucester nee. Bridgerton, received a letter from the Siamese Royal family? Amelia caught her expression and quickly explained.

“His Majesty, the King… I heard that he was one of the students of the Siam’s Ambassador to London at the time…” Amelia explained slowly. “Perhaps His Majesty has made some sort of relationship with the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh during his time here…” The Queen nodded, acknowledging the possibility.

“Alright, I will make sure the letter will reach the Duke of Gloucester and Edinburgh. Do you have the letter with you?” Amelia's eyes met the Queen in surprise and nodded her head. “I have it with Lynn, my secretary.” Amelia turned towards Lynn and signalled her to come to her.

“Your Majesty, Milady—” Lynn greeted before continuing with her question. “Anything I could possibly help you with?” Amelia nodded. “Do you bring the letter from His Majesty the King to the Duke and Duchess of Gloucester and Edinburgh?” Lynn nodded and reached for the handbag she was carrying and took out a leather pouch embossed with the emblem of the Rattanakosin Kingdom.

Amelia grabbed it, and passed it to Queen Charlotte, but was received by her secretary- Brimsley. “Brimsley, quickly send it to Prince William.” Brimsley silently bowed, and exited the room.

“Your Majesty, I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart for your generosity to help me.” Amelia sincerely bowed to the Queen for the help she provided. The Queen merely smiles her way, being sincerely appreciated for her generosity is quite rare these days. The last person who often appreciates her, willing to spend lots of time with her, and someone she genuinely enjoys spending her time with, was her nephew, Princess Felicia of Gloucester, only child and daughter to Prince William Henry and Lady Abigail Bridgerton. Sadly she ran away 23 years ago. The Queen sighed, and focused on the present once more.

“It is alright, dear. However, if you really want to thank me, maybe you can come visit me for tea sometimes.” Amelia gave her a huge smile and nodded. Queen Charlotte was always one of her favourite characters in the Bridgerton series, and despite being a devoted wife and mother, she has quite a tragic background due to the pressure of being a wife, a Queen and a mother.

“Your Majesty, I must thank you for the tour and the delightful afternoon tea. It was refreshingly different from what we have in Siam.” Amelia paused, wondering if she’s allowed to say this. “Queen Charlotte, I must say that I admire you. Not only as a Queen, but also as a mother who is able to raise not only one, but 15 children. I hope your children share the same sentiments.” Amelia gave her a sincere smile and curtsy before walking out.

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Edited: 02/04/2024

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IMPORTANT NOTES A/N: Hello, how are you guys? I hope you are well. Regarding this story that is following Julia Quinn's hit series, Bridgerton, I would start by saying I read the book first before I watch the Netflix series, thus I apologize if there are some differences with the Netflix version, but I will try to make it as similar as possible. I would also ask the readers to be kind when criticizing this story as this is my first time to actually publishing my work in the open. For the story, as you can see there is a time-travel tag. Our reader was sent back to the past with all the knowledge from the future. If you are also confused with Davika's education, I actually based her using Spencer Reid, a character from Criminal Minds. I also made Friedrich to be a year younger than Benedict when in actuality, he was born in 1794, 2 years younger than Daphne. If you are not interested or felt like those 2 themes ruined a historical romance story, then please do not leave any bad comments as you can just stop reading this story. Thank You Very Much! Much Love, Cinnamon Meilleure's Writing Room

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The More Things Change. (S1 E6)

Word Count: 4233

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A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

I was sketching on a blank sheet of paper, not paying much attention to the world around me as I filled the paper with seashells. Shawn and I have been swapping our papers every few minutes so I was making an effort to add mathematical and scientific information into my drawings. He just looks at me weird before he uses my notes to solve the equations. Then he adds to the drawing.

"I have graded your book reports from last Friday and after I pass them out, we'll discuss them." Our teacher said before he saw Cory looking at Shawn with a clown nose on his face. I started adding Clown Cory to my paper. "Ah, Mr. Matthews. Shall I express my usual disappointment or just ask you to guide my sleigh tonight?" Mr. Feeny looked over at the three of us with disappointment in his eyes. I shrank in my seat.

"Uh, wrong holiday, Mr. Feeny. See, Halloween's coming up and I was just test driving my clown nose." Cory explained, taking off the large red nose.

"Then I insist you stay in the driver's seat. Put the nose back on... for the rest of the morning." Was I mean? I laughed at that? "Mr. Minkus, excellent work as usual. I particularly enjoyed your haiku on Captain Ahab's obsession with the great white whale." Mr. Feeny said as he handed the small boy his book report.

"The calm blue ocean. Sun lights up the monster's eye. He sees me... whale food." He recited dramatically.

"It works on so many levels." Feeny praised him and I rolled my eyes. Give him a bigger head.

"Brown-noser." Shawn muttered.

"Troglodyte." Minkus replied. That made me mad.

"Sanctimonious twit." Minkus looked over at me with a glare, which I readily returned.

"Mr. Lewis, very good work. Mr. Matthews, not one of your better efforts. Mr. Hunter, there you are. Ms. Archer, bravo." Mr. Feeny handed our book reports back.

"Hey, this isn't fair. Rick and I both got Cs. How come you tell him he did good work and you tell me it wasn't one of my better efforts?" Cory bellowed. I swapped my paper with Shawn again.

"Would Bozo please come to the center ring? Mr. Lewis worked very hard to get his C... and I respect him for that. You, on the other hand, waste your efforts... on being the class clown." I mean, he had a point.

"How come you always pick on me, Mr. Feeny? How come you never pick on Minkus? Or Raven?" I looked up at Cory. He looked back at me and quickly turned back to our teacher.

"Have you taken a blow to the head, Mr. Matthews? Stuart Minkus gets nothing but As. If there was a letter before "A," he would get that. Ms. Archer has had perfect grades since she transferred here and she barely says three words in class." Mr. Feeny exclaimed.

"I guess that's why they get away with so much." Cory slumped away.

"And just what do they get away with?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"How come when she draws in class and goofs around with Shawn, she's allowed to but when I do it I get in trouble?" He pointed to his clown nose. Mr. Feeny did the come hither motion.

"Ms. Archer has an anxiety disorder . Extremely severe anxiety disorder by the looks of it. She also needs multiple forms of intellectual stimuli. I can condone her drawing and her 'goofing around' with Mr. Hunter because I noticed that she can get him to focus on school for more than ten seconds." Shawn looked over at me and smiled.

"Well, how come when I make paper airplanes, I get detention, and he doesn't?" I looked over at Minkus who was making a realistic paper plane. "I withdraw the question."

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I sat in front of our classroom with my chemistry book (technically Jazmyne's old book) open on my lap as the seconds ticked by on the clock just above me. I jumped when I felt something poke my back. "Hello, my little ray of Sunshine." Shawn pulled me up and rested his head on my shoulder.

"Hi Puppy. How was detention?"

"Boring. Thanks for this though." He held up my periodic table, which he coloured in with my coloured pencils.

"No problem." I replied as he hugged me and continued to read over my shoulder.

"You guys are gross." Cory said exiting the class. He looked between Shawn and I. "You guys waited for me?"

"Am I not your best friend?" Shawn said coolly. I rolled my eyes.

"You had detention, too, didn't you?" Cory smiled, knowingly.

"Oh, yeah. Mrs. Engles nailed him. How'd you get detention in art?" I asked, picking up my stuff off the floor.

Shawn lifted me off the ground, spinning me. "Well, that's what makes me one of the greats." Cory looked so sick with us.

"It's what makes you a dingus!" I poked him as he put me down.

"You two make me sick." Cory groaned in disgust. I don't know what his problem is, Shawn and I are just being friendly. It's not like we just started acting like this. This has been us since we became best friends. Shawn rolled his eyes and tossed his drink in the trash. Then he peered into it like a weirdo.

"Hey. Check this out, answers to a test." He spoke excitedly.

"We can't be looking at test answers. That's major cheating, detention for life." Cory stared in shock.

"Shawn, first of all, Eww. Second of all, put that down!" I smacked his arm repeatedly. He just kept reading the sheet. "Puppy, this will be the end of your educational life! That means no school, no field trips, no sports!"

"I can just do that at home, my field trips will be better because I can bring my bed and my TV." He bumped me with his hip.

"Do you think Jefferson or Brianna will let me speak to you if you do this?" I countered and his demeanour cracked. Good.

"The control you have over him confuses me so much." Cory whispered to me.

"These aren't for a real test. They're for that stupid lQ exam we're taking tomorrow." I let out a sigh of relief when he started to crumple it to throw it away.

"Wait a minute. Let me take a look at this. Wow. The person who knows these answers gets a perfect score." I shook my head and tried to grab it from him.

"On a test that doesn't even count for a grade. Why bother?" Shawn asked. Good!

"Are you kidding? This is my one ticket to get Feeny off my back. If Feeny thinks I'm a genius... he'll treat me just as good as he treats Minkus." I shook my head at him. I was about to say something when Shawn beat me to it.

"Hey, Cory, do yourself a favor. Crumple the paper up, throw it away in the trash. Don't complicate your life." I have no idea what got into him but I was so proud.

"I could kiss you right now!" I turned to the blue eyed boy, who had this look on his face as blush crept over his entire face. He giggled awkwardly but I turned my attention back to Cory when he began to smooth out the paper.

"You know, that makes a lot of sense... and if I was a smarter person, I'd probably listen to you... except I'm not a smarter person... But tomorrow, I'm going to be a genius." Cory smirked, I smacked upside the head. This is gonna backfire on him. You don't need to be a genius to know that.

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It was Thursday. We still hadn't heard anything about the tests yet but I know that the reason it was taking so long was all because of Cory. "I have in my hands the results of Tuesday's lQ test... and one person here deserves special mention. This person achieved not only the highest score in the class, not only the highest score in the school but a score so high as to give rise to the question... "ls there, in fact, a ceiling on human intelligence?"" I looked at our teacher in shock. He can't possibly believe that!

"Please, Mr. Feeny, you're embarrassing me." Minkus let out, confidently. The only plus about all this is that his ego gets to be knocked down a peg.

"Mr. Minkus, you technically came in third." Mr. Feeny deadpanned and the class fell silent.

"Third?" Minkus sounded dumbfounded. Serves him right.

"Uh-huh. Well, in all honesty you got tied with the second person in terms of your responses."

"As in the context of not first? Someone scored higher than I did on the lQ test?"

"That is typically how being third works." I mumbled more to myself than to anyone else.

"Oh, one blew you out of the academic water. The other demonstrated an extensive knowledge of complex mathematical inquiries as well as artistic prowess. And both of them are sitting in this room...Someone in this very classroom is a junior Kierkegaard." Mr. Feeny was preaching.

"A what?" Cory asked. I smacked my hand on my forehead.

"A great mind, Cor." I whispered boredly.

"She's correct, Mr. Matthews... just like yours. I have clearly underrated you, and I bow to your genius. Come on. Bravo." Mr. Feeny applauded and I thought he was actually buying all of this.

"It's no big thing, Mr. Feeny."

"On the contrary, Mr. Matthews, it is a big thing. It is a very big thing."

"Uh-oh." I heard Cory mumble as Shawn raised his hand.

"Mr. Hunter?" Mr. Feeny looked about as confused as the rest of us did.

"Who got the other high score?" He asked, side eyeing me slightly. But Mr. Feeny didn't say anything.

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I walked up the walkway behind Cory and Shawn. I smiled when I saw Amy, Eric and Morgan leaving the house. "Oh, hi." Amy said as the boys sprinted upstairs.

"Can't talk, mom, lots of homework. Got to go." Cory said halfway to his room.

"Yeah. What he said." Shawn yelled in agreement. I stopped to greet the three of them properly.

"Something terrible?" Amy asked as I hugged her.

"Oh, yeah. Absolutely." I replied, lifting up Morgan.

Eric grabbed me and lifted me up when I let go of Morgan. "You gonna set them straight, Pigeon?" I nodded, saluting them before I whipped off my shoes and sprinted up the stairs to see Cory in the middle of a major freak out.

"Feeny knows. Somehow he knows, and he's going to get me." He paced while I took a seat next to Shawn on one of the beds.

"You're wrong." Shawn tried, and failed, to defuse the spiraling curly haired boy.

"You think he's just sending a thank you note to my parents? "Thank you for bringing up your son. He's a genius. He's smarter than Captain Kirkaguard.""

"It's Kierkegaard, Dingus." I mumbled laying on the bed. "Besides, Mr. Feeny gave me one for Jefferson and Brianna too. Stop being dramatic." As I said that, Shawn just grabbed the letter and ripped the envelope open.

"What are you doing? That's a sealed envelope addressed to my parents. Now they're going to know I opened it." Cory exclaimed, making me sit up to stare at him.

"Cory, do your parents ever write letters to anyone?" I asked, he couldn't possibly be this dense.

"Yeah." He affirmed.

"And when they do, what do they put the letters in?" Shawn continued my thought.

"Envelopes. Just like this one." Cory caught on.

"So we could read the note." Shawn started leaving room for Cory to jump in.

"And seal it back up in a new white envelope. Ha! I love how we think. What's it say?" Cory finished excitedly.

"Uh-oh. He's bringing in the S.E.A." Shawn read, but I knew he was lying just to mess with Cory.

"What?" Cory looked baffled.

"The State Education Authority." Shawn answered. He's a good actor. Mischievous and sneaky but good.

"They have special field agents who handle intelligence fraud." I joined in. I buried my face in the crook of Shawn's neck. I knew if I looked at Cory, I'd bust a gut.

"I'm cooked! I'm cooked, Shawn! For the first time in my life, I'm in real trouble. Raven, you're smart! Help me out here! I'm cooked!" Cory started pacing frantically.

"Not if we're making all this up." Shawn said tauntingly.

"Are you?" Cory asked hopefully.

"No." Shawn snatched all hope away from him.

"I'm cooked!" Cory screamed.

"Relax, of course I'm making it up. He just wants to talk to your parents." Shawn said while I was clutching my side, nearly rolling off the bed in a fit of laughter.

"What if he tells them he doesn't think I'm a genius?" Cory whined.

"Who cares if Feeny doesn't think you're brilliant? As long as the test says so." Shawn waved it off. I rolled my eyes, about to tell them that was wrong but when did that ever stop them?

"But I'm not, and my parents know I'm not." Cory sighed heavily.

"Then you'll have to make them think you are." Shawn said, smirking back at Cory.

"How do I do that?" Cory asked, watching as Shawn turned to me, then back to him.

"Get with the program, Cory. It's Halloween, and this year you're going as a genius. Now," Shawn turned to me and smiled brightly. "Sunshine, what do you have in your magic bag that can help Cory?" He asked all wide eyed.

"Absolutely nothing because this is going to blow up in his face." I pointed at Cory.

"Come on, Ray. You know nobody's smarter than you." Shawn moved closer to me and Cory leaned away, starting to get grossed out.

"A lot of people are smarter than me and all of them say this is a bad idea." I countered.

"Please." Shawn moved even closer and Cory stared wide eyed. "Help us, Rae Wan Kenobi. You're our only hope." Shawn put his forehead on mine and I felt myself smiling like an idiot.

"I..." I started, ready to flat out deny them both but they both sat in front of me giving me puppy stares. "....I have a Beethoven CD in my bag." They both looked at me like I was a weirdo. "I can let you boys deal with this on your own."

"You wouldn't do that, you love us too much." Cory exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug before he fell onto the bed.

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"I'm home." I said as I removed my shoes and ran into the living room, where Jefferson and Adam were sitting on the couch as Rochelle, Brianna, Jazmyne, Tamara and Mariah sat on the floor doing one another's hair. I hung up my coat, noticing some boxes from the attic were seated by the stairs.

"It's little Vinny! Hi, kid." Adam seemed happy as Jefferson got up so I could sit. He took a seat on his lazy boy. I waved at all of them. That's when Jefferson noticed the envelope in my hand.

"Uh oh, Rae Rae got a letter for us." Jefferson said teasingly as he read it. "Well, well, well...Rae -over here- 's teacher has some concerns. I stared wide eyed. I never got in trouble with Mr. Feeny before.

Brianna looked about as panicked as I felt. "Pardon me?" She asked in a way that wasn't really asking.

"Well apparently, A Mr. George Feeny is concerned with her class work due to a test they did on Tuesday." Jefferson explained. I could feel my stomach begging to get tight until I remembered that we didn't do any real tests on Tuesday. Just the IQ test.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"What? Does she need help? I can tutor her if she'd like?" Tamara offered, looking worried. Jazmyne didn't. I assume it's because her father liked to mess with people similar to what Shawn did to Cory earlier.

"According to Mr. Feeny: Raven-Anniya Amberhide is an incredible and highly gifted student. Though she struggles with severe anxiety, she still manages to be at the top of her class with ease and without much hesitation. My only worry is that this class may be too simple for a student of her intellect.

Typically, an IQ such as her could be cause for an advanced student placement, however given that she does suffer from anxiety and seems the most secure and comfortable when immersed in conversations with Cory A. Matthews and Shawn P. Hunter, I've advised the school to not separate them.

You should be very proud." Jefferson recited clearly.

"So...What'd she get?" Jazmyne asked. I could see her buzzing with excitement and it must've been contagious.

"187! She has an IQ of 187!" Brianna boasted once she read the letter herself. She was so happy she practically suffocated me.

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I wasn't surprised when Cory was complaining about this whole situation. He had a good heart. He can't lie to people he cares about.

"Shawn, this whole thing is getting out of hand." He looked so sad. I simply rested my head on Cory's shoulder.

"Relax. Everybody thinks you're brilliant. You should enjoy it." Shawn said nonchalantly. He peered down at my sketchbook whilst I was drawing.

"When it was just Feeny, I could enjoy it. But now my parents are involved, and I don't like lying to them." Cory mumbled.

"You don't?" Shawn looked up in confusion. Cory simply shook his head. "'Cause it gives me a little rush. Besides, you didn't tell them you were a genius, Feeny did." I looked up at them like they were crazy.

"And I didn't tell Feeny I'm a genius." Cory smiled and I knew my boys were gonna start ping ponging off each other.

"The test did. And you didn't ask to take the test." Shawn said.

"They gave it to me. And you wouldn't have even seen the answers..." Cory went, get lost on his train of thought.

"If they didn't give us..." Shawn caught on instantly.

"Detention." They said together.

"We're innocent victims." Shawn smiled proudly.

"Nothing we do is actually our fault." Cory sounded like he was having an epiphany.

"It's good to be kids." Shawn held his hand out and Cory gave him a very loud high five. I smiled at them. They're such lovable nimrods.

"I don't get it." Minkus spoke, petulantly.

"What?" Shawn didn't have any form of patience in his tone.

"If you're smarter than I am... how come you're always trying to copy from my paper?" Minkus asked, which caused Cory to stammer.

"He's not copying, Minkus. He's just glancing over to admire... the work of a fellow genius." I jumped in, internally berating myself for getting further involved in this.

"You are?" Minkus asked Cory.

"He is." Shawn nodded in agreement.

"I am." Cory smiled stiffly.

"Oh, well, that's oK. In fact, from now on I'll kind of tip my test papers up so you can admire the answers even easier." Minkus said with a plastered smile on his face.

"Would you do that?" Cory asked, causing me to shake my head.

"No." The blond says and walks away.

"Genius envy." Shawn reasoned before looking over at me. "Where'd you come up with that lie?" He asked before the bell rang and Mr. Feeny walked in with a tall Asian woman.

"Class, this is Miss Chin. She'll be with you for the first half hour... while I have a word with Mr. Matthews." Mr. Feeny said. The class 'ohh ed' as Cory walked out of the room.

"Tell my mom I went out like a man." The curly haired boy said as Miss Chin told the class to take out our workbooks and complete lessons 8 through 12. I had already finished the chapter so I turned to Shawn.

"Five minutes before I hand in my tests, I look to see where everyone else is." I admitted and went into my sketchbook, doodling until Mr. Feeny came back. Cory walked into the class and slumped into his seat. I could see the little pout he had on his face and decided to move my seat and help him with his work. I chuckled when he passed a note to the blue eyed boy and turned back to his work. When he was finished I turned to help Shawn.

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"OK, we're here. What's the big emergency?" Shawn asked when we entered the room. We didn't expect Cory to start shooting us. Shawn pushed me behind the desk before he almost went through the window. "Hey! What are you trying to do, kill us?" Shawn exclaimed, pushing me behind him in case Cory tried to shoot us again.

"Kill you? I'll tell you about killed? How about what you did to me?" Cory whined.

"What'd we do?" I asked. This better not be about the stupid IQ test.

"Where are you spending your next recess? Playground? Shooting hoops? Playing ball? Drooling over Raven-Anniya?" Well, that last one was a little out of left field but alright.

"So?" Shawn completely ignored the last one.

"So let me tell you what I'm doing. I'm searching for Bobby Fischer!" Cory screamed.

"That's such a good movie." I muttered. I saw the two of them look at me like I was nuts. "...I like Joe Mantenga and Lawrence Fishburn." I shrank back behind Shawn.

"What are you talking about?"

"Geniuses go to a special school. Did you know that? You killed me. I'm going to be in a class full of Minkuses. Wait a minute. What am I talking about? These kids make Minkus look like Fabio."

"Wait a minute. They're putting you in another school?" Shawn looked back at me. He looked at me like I was leaving too.

"Yes. The lady is going to be here in a half an hour and they're going to give me another genius test and then they're going to take me away. So I just called you up to say good-bye. Or as geniuses say, good-bye in Latin."

"You do realize that this is your fault, right? Shawn and I told you to put the answer sheet back in the garbage and your exact words were 'You know, that makes a lot of sense... and if I was a smarter person, I'd probably listen to you... except I'm not a smarter person... But tomorrow, I'm going to be a genius' remember? So please tell me how we killed you?" I said.

"You're the smart one! Why didn't you tell me that geniuses get sent to genius school?" Cory bellowed, pointing an accusing finger at me. I smacked it.

"Because they don't. Mr. Feeny probably suggested it to catch you in your lie." I shrugged.

"Well, they're coming to send me to the fancy school so I guess his plan failed!" Cory whined.

"Hey, idiot." Shawn spoke.

"What?" Cory mumbled.

"Are you a genius?" The blue eyed boy asked.

"No." The brown eyed boy answered.

"Do you have the answers to this test?" The brown haired boy asked.

"No." The curly haired boy responded.

"You kind of see where he's going with this?" I say, leaning towards Cory.

"You want me to throw the test?" Cory looked between the two of us.

"Oh, no, no. I want you to take the test to the best of your ability. And no guessing. I wouldn't want you to stumble onto a right answer." Shawn said as he pulled me towards the door.

"Vale, Cornelius!" I screamed as Shawn pulled me down the stairs. "Bye, Matthews!"

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I linked up with Eli and Mariah just around the corner of Cory's street. Mariah was a princess and Elijah was a vampire. We were waiting for Cory and Shawn to get here. Which is weird because we were on Cory's street.

"Boo!" I heard someone scream behind me as I was lifted off the ground.

I smacked Shawn in the arm as Cory approached with a goblin mask. He looked over at my pseudo cousins. "Cor, this is Elijah and Mariah. Mariah is just hearing impaired, she can hear you." I say quickly as they all shake hands.

Jefferson was standing by a lamppost dressed as a mad scientist. "Looks like you guys are all here, so how about a nice Halloween picture before you go torture your teacher?" It was a unanimous yes. The flash was quick and blinding. Tonight was already getting chaotic.

We were about to walk up to Mr. Feeny's house when we noticed him running to Cory's. "This is gonna be good." Mariah whispered. I took her hand.

Cory rang the doorbell and the boys pulled down their masks. I hoped my make was enough of a disguise. "Trick or treat!" We all said and much to our joy, Mr. Feeny answered the door.

"The candy's on its way." He replied, not recognizing anyone.

"Hey, aren't you that Feeny guy from school?" Shawn said looking up at our teacher. That was Elijah's signal.

"I'm Mr. Feeny, yes."

Eli took a step forward. "My brother's friend Cory Matthews said I'm going to have you as a teacher next year. He said you're the best teacher in the whole school." He crushed it!

"Oh, please, Mr. Matthews. I wasn't born yesterda..." he lifted up the mask to reveal that it was in fact not Cory. "I'm terribly sorry. Happy Halloween. Here, have a ruler. Have all the rulers." I suppressed my laughter as he dumped all his 'treats' into Eli's bag.

When Amy called Mr. Feeny from the kitchen, he smiled awkwardly at us and ran away. "And they say I'm not a genius!" Cory laughed proudly after removing his mask.

"So, Frankenstein? Where's the big candy bar house on this street?" Mariah asked, looking up at Shawn.

He pushed me forward. "Our Dragon Queen usually leads." And with that we s made our way from house to house getting so much candy we'd be sick for a week!

I love Halloween!

#black reader #black oc #boy meets world #shawn hunter x oc

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stuckinstrangerthings · 2 years ago

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Senior year - Round 1 (part 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader/ y/n Henderson

Context: y/n is Dustin's big sister. The events of S1 to S3 have happened with y/n being a part of it to some extent. S3 ends differently with Hopper escaping the Russians with Joyce and Murray. Joyce and Hopper made it to Enzo at some point and they are now happily dating. Joyce didn't move to California so the gang is all together in Hawkins.

Dustin's and y/n dad died a few years ago. He was Hopper and Joyce's high school friend so they are very close to the family. Hopper is y/n godfather.

I don't know yet if some of the events of S4 will happen in this serie, but I can promise that Eddie will be safe if they do.

Summary: Y/n is starting her senior year as Eddie's starts his third one. They know each other from being in the same high school, but are not really friends. She likes him. Good thing her little brother is now a part of the Hellfire Club.

Warnings: (for the whole serie) mention of dead parents, mention of drugs and alcohol, swearing, slow burn, flirting, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, smut 18+.

Author's note: I want this will be a serie. English is not my first language. Also, this is my very first time writing fanfic. Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. Thanks!

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You like walking home from school. You have your license and you are lucky to have access to a car if you want to - your father's car. But you don't like driving that much and walking helps you collect your thoughts. You find it peaceful. Plus, Dustin goes to school on his bike with his friends so he doesn't need you.

You enjoy the fact that he is now a teenager and you know you both are well surrounded. He was young when your dad died and it was difficult for a long time - stilll is. And then Will disappeared and things got even more difficult for a while. You stay vigilant, but you feel more at ease as times goes by. You see how great he is. He was always a great kid, but you are so proud of the man he is becoming. You don't need to be a mother to him. You can simply be his sister. You know you take care of each other.

You are both close to your mother. She knows most of what really happened in the last few years, but not all of it. To be honest, she is not that present in your life right now but that's ok. She does her best and you and your little brother know it. She and your father meet in college. They both became lawyers and moved back to Hawkins - your father's hometown - to start their practice. You are very proud of the practice they built. Helping a lot of people. With your father's death, mom had to pick-up his workload. Her office is in Hawkins, but most trials take place in Indianapolis so she also has a appartment there where she stays when she needs too. You know she feels guilty about it. But she didn't want to uproot you and Dustin and move full time to Indianapolis after your dad died. You are grateful for that. You need your friends and family. So mom was away sometimes. No big deal. You survived much worse.

You are deep in your toughts when you see Eddie's old van in front of your house. You hear him and Dustin arguing while getting his bike out of the van.

"Hi guys" you say as you get there.

"Hi y/n" Dustin replies.

"Hey, did you walk home?" Eddie asks "You should have told me, I could have given you a ride home".

"That's ok Eddie, I like walking. But I will keep your offer in mind and take you up on it if I need to. Thanks!".

You both smile.

"Are you ready for tomorrow's math quiz?" you ask.

"Wait what, that's tomorrow? Shit no" he suddenly looks nervous.

"Do you want to study with me? You can eat with us. We are having pasta".

"As you sure?" he asks.

"Yes, I could use the help. To make the food and to study!"

So he stays and helps you and Dustin cook and it all feels easy and natural. Then you study and he really helps you. Dustin is the brain of the family, but you actually have to work hard for your grades and explaining and brainstorming with Eddie while you study seems to be a good way to learn for both of you.

Looking back, you would see that first evening as the start of a real friendship with him. You're happy to realize that you really appreciate his company and getting to know him - crush aside. Turns out, you have a lot in common. And seeing how happy Dustin is around him is just the cherry on top.

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Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike continue to play DnD outside of the Hellfire Club. Sometimes Eddie accepts their invitation - more their begging - to DM or help DM one of their campaign. Tonight was one of those nights and it was at your house, taking to whole kitchen and it was loud. You were reading in the backyard, smiling as you could still hear them argue and yell at each other from outside. You are comfortably lounging on the big outside couch with a few blankets and a good book. Life is good.

You hear the back door open and someone coming out and letting out a big sigh. You turn around to see Eddie, eyes closed, looking exhausted.

You laugh "Hey you, did they drain all of your energy yet?".

He sees you and smiles "My God, they are something" he shakes his head " Told them I needed a break. I have a bad headache from all the yelling. I not even sure they saw that I left". He comes closer to you "Nice set up you have there. You look really comfy."

"I am really comfy. Do you want to join until they notice your absence and yell for you? There is enough space and blankets for two".

"That sounds like heaven, except the part about them noticing my absence and yelling" he winces.

You smile has he sits on the couch and you give him a blanket.

"So soft. I think I could fall asleep right this moment" he says softly. "What are you reading" he asks.

"Oh i'm reading Christine by Stephen King" you answer.

"Oh yeah, I saw the movie! To you like it? Are you a fan of the horror style?" he asks with enthousiam.

"I really like horror books but I can't watch horror movies. It's way too scary" you answer.

"Wait, so you are telling me you can read the stuff but are too afraid to see it?" he scoffs.

"I know it's weird. I read all of it. But I can't watch even if I know the story. There is something about seeing horror that is way more scary than what I imagine when I'm reading (and you know that from experience - but that part is not something you can share with him obviously). Besides, when i'm reading I can stop when it gets scary. I was about to stop. Really happy that you came out for your little break. Got me out of my head at the right time".

"Glad to be of service". He answers with a little bow.

"Is your head still hurting?" you ask.

"A little less but yeah" he answers.

"I might have a solution to help you with that. But only if you're ok with me touching you".

"Hum..yeah" he answers as he blushes a little.

You laugh "Ok, I don't know where your mind went right know but I meant giving you a head massage".

" Yeah yeah of course, sorry" he says looking shy and embarassed.

"Don't need to apologize. You look cute when you blush" You smile at him. He smiles back at you, surprised but more relaxed.

You take a pillow and put it on your lap "Come on, lay your head. You'll see i'm the queen of head massages".

He rests his head on the pillow and you slowly start giving him a head message.

"Ok I died and went to heaven" he says after a few moments.

"Good" you answer laughing.

You both go back to silence, Eddie closing his eyes. You feel good, you feel strangly confortable in this quite intimate situation with this new friend. Oh, and you could now confirm that your fingers in his hair was living up to your expectation.

"By the way, I win the first round Eddie" you whisper.

"What first round?" he asks half asleep.

"I made you blush" you answer a little naughtily.

"Ok, it's on. Officially a competition now" he smiles, eyes still closed.

You laugh. And you both stay in your nice little comfy silence bubble, giving a head massage to your little crush that was slowly becoming a bigger crush.

Until Dustin comes out yelling looking for Eddie.

#stranger things imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson slow burn #eddie x reader #eddie munson friends to lovers #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fic

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joshslittlemoviereviews · 2 years ago

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The Wire S1

True stories, oftentimes, hit the hardest. Nonfiction - real stories, real people, everything. The Wire's first season, though completely fictional, is one of these.

Part of this is the lack of clear-cut roles. Part of this is the crude, documentary-style shooting. Most of all, the season is fucking brutal throughout.

Unlike most modern media, The Wire feels hopeless. It tells the story of how things cannot change, and how change never works as you wish.

We can analyze the entire first season with one character - Wallace. A 16-year-old from the low-rise projects working dope with D'Angelo Barksdale, nephew of the kind of drugs in West Baltimore, Avon Barksdale. Wallace is an honest kid, working well.

Problem is, he's just that - a kid. An honest, decent kid involved in a violent, ruthless game. Wallace lives in a bando, caring for the little ones and just getting by. He is a kid, with more responsibility than most adults.

There's one scene that hit especially hard - it starts with Wallace on the terrace playing with a toy when he's supposed to be dealing. D'Angelo sees this, and, of course, calls for him to get back to work. We see here the first hints that Wallace isn't meant for the game - he can't let go of the life he should have if he wasn't born where he was.

Later in the season, Wallace calls up Stringer Bell, Avon's advisor and best friend, because they've seen the boyfriend of a dope stealer named Omar playing pinball near them. The next day, Wallace walks out the door and sees the guy dead on top of a car, tortured to death.

He snitches to the police and goes down to his Grandma's house for a while. But, as the show continuously drives home, change is hard. He returns, and his best friends shoot him to death.

The Wire is honest. It is unafraid to show a broken world and unafraid to show its pessimistic view of how things are going. While I might not completely agree, it's certainly something remarkable.

9/10

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iridescentis · 3 months ago

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Because I have too much time on my hands, I decided to do a further deep dive to be fully accurate with this and here is what I've got

As you can see, a lot of these were actually simultaneous, and that's mainly because I was a multi account on instagram after I left Clare Siobhan's fandom, I was still in the sims community but that's hard to identify because it was mostly editing my friend's sims or my own sims, which isn't really a fandom that was just us.

The interesting thing is my twitter experience, it's hard to properly identify because I deactivated when I left, but recently as I was cleaning out my google drive I found a bunch of edits I made for that account that I completely forgot, so I kind of have to include that era now (I said in previous tags I wasn't sure if I can count it, because I thought I didn't make anything fandom based, but I did!). It's quite interesting being able to see the worst time in my life documented into a fandom chronology 😭 My whole twitter era I was fucking losing it, that was my rock bottom, but I don't want to shit all over it! I think, purely from an entertainment standpoint I was really happy with it, I didn't have a fandom experience because I was terrified and mentally ill but I really enjoyed that content at the time and I think that's worth appreciating :)

The ones without a season attached I simply do not know, I could go looking for my old tiktok it is still up somewhere but I can't be bothered, all I know is that I used to make fandom POVs during lockdown and they were pretty popular somehow, I think shitty storytelling was everyone's shit back then we just loved random ass plotlines and hey I still don't mind the OCs I made back then (I still love that I refused to do y/n and always made OCs that people liked anyway that was a power move love that for me).

I specified January because at least to me, winter implies the end of the year in this context, so it just made more sense that I go with Jan. Funny story, I have no idea when I started watching Soy Luna, I joined the fandom as stated but since I was watching it while debating deactivating my twitter account I didn't really have any fandom experience at all throughout watching S1 which is interesting! For a show with such long seasons I don't know how I did that 😭

The main one I didn't include is Life is Strange, because that's a weird one for me! I have loved LiS since I watched Clare Siobhan's playthrough (I think that was the first playthrough I watched), but I never joined the fandom, and I'm not fully active in the fandom now it's just one of my various interests that I participate in here. The first post I made about it was about the comics in Jan 2023, so when I came back to tumblr in general, and it has sort of ran alongside the rest of my interests since, but it's hard to determine exactly where I joined, especially since I don't read LiS fanfic (personal preference) but I'm currently writing an LiS inspired AU, like how do I define that? Idk, I guess LiS is just a constant 🤷‍♀️😊

While I'm ranting, I'll talk dnp too. I think the main thing is post big and coty I only watched them like any other youtuber I casually watch, if there was an ap video in my subscription box I watched it but I didn't have anything to say about it or comment on it. I made one edit on my sanders sides account in 2019 but that's barely enough to count that as a fandom time, I don't remember ever engaging with the fandom at all until the hiatus ended, even when wad was happening I was just casually witnessing from afar lmao

I think that's everything? It's cool to look back on all this, especially since my memory is shit lmao it's worth going through my history and seeing everything I loved, participated in, enjoyed from afar and so on, and I have truly floated around a lot in quite a short amount of time!

For fun I decided to look over all of my internet history that is still available to me to try and create the most accurate timeline of my fandoms over the years and I think this is it! I also included the platforms I was primarily using for each since that's relevant to the fandom activity I was participating in :)

There are more fandoms I have dabbled in and I might be forgetting some but these are the main eras of my fandom experiences I think.

#if you read all of this #thank you but also how bored are you lmao #posting this purely to keep a record of it #and bc im stalling writing atm #if we have any fandom history in common lmk 👀#love yapping about interests i haven't watched or been near in years

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speedprofessor · 6 years ago

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Idk if I’ll ever get around to writing it fully but

The amount of disassociation Eobard experienced in the immediate aftermath of hopping onto Wells’ body... Hooo boy...

#;out of speed #like. it's one of the driving factors behind his Lowkey change of heart #having wells' memories and experiences gave him like?? another perspective???? it's a hard thing to describe #'i hated STAR Labs' shut the fuck up guggie-bard you're ooc as fuck #eobard genuinely loved working at STAR #despite being stuck in the past #god just. rewatch 120 #the absolute EXHAUSTION and SADNESS he has once he knows The Gig Is Up #and he can no longer continue to be Wells #he is genuinely heart broken about it #but his hate for barry and the hope of getting back home is what keeps him On The Path #and the fact that he loses that path post S1 is why we see the eobard we see in S5 #You bet your fucking ass he is broken and lost #GOD IF IT WASN'T THE FUCKING N/A/Z/IS #IF HE JUST WORKED FOR THE CRIME SYNDICATE #I COULD UNDERSTAND EOBARD BEING SO OVER THE TOP EVIL AND A PARODY OF HIMSELF #LIKE A LAST HURRAH AT BEING THE 'OLD EOBARD' AND TRYING TO HATE BARRY AGAIN #BUT HE CAN'T #HE IS TOO TIRED #HE IS SO LOST #UGH

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herstarburststories · 3 years ago

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Dating Dean Winchester Would Include:

He's always touching you

When he was younger, it used to be his arm on your shoulders or around your waistline

And he'd grab your ass all the time (s1 Dean come back please)

As he grows old, it's usually more singele

A hand on your back as you walk, a squeeze on your hand/thigh under the table

He stops calling you sweetheart as your relationship gets more serious, optating for your nickname instead

He'll still call you sweetheart of he is being sarcastic or you two are fighting

You love to play with his hair

Sometimes, you are reading a book and he'll come around and lay his head on your lap

He looks at you when you aren't looking

Kissing his freckles

You like to grab his butt (he always jumps surprised)

And he slaps yours occasionally

Sam: Come on, don't you guys picture leaving this life one day?

Y/N: I can't see myself doing anything other than this.

Dean: You can't teach an old dog new tricks, Sammy. Especially if he's fucking good at the ol' ones.

Sam: Okay, I know but-- You both understand the life. You could settle down.

Dean: We have a house--

Sam: A bunker.

Dean: We have a house. We work. Sounds like a pretty settled down life.

Y/N: We are basically married in a hunter way.

Which gets the idea of marriage in Dean's head

You insist on the beach

Temple kisses

He allows you to steal his fries everytime

You can't cook, but Dean can

And you love his meals

You go jogging with Sam

You usually sit on Dean's lap a lot

He isn't complaining

If anything, the certain poking against your butt is pointing at anything but a complain

You don't wear his shirts daily, only after sex

Dean is so easily jealous

You read fanfics about the boys sometimes

Y/N: Wow, they really hate me.

Dean: Who?

Y/N: Your fans. But as far as I've read, they hate most women you guys get with.

You having a very serious discussion about who portray you and them in a movie about the Supernatural books

You actually love impala trips, but never cared much about driving

It's more about Dean driving with his hand on your thigh, and you enjoying the fast wind

You always sing Taylor Swift and AC/DC during these trips

And so does Dean, even though he will deny until his last death

You absolutely enjoy the restaurants you and the guys come across along the way, always choosing something to eat and to rate with Dean since your both have a list of the best cheap restaurants in the country

He never gets violent with you. Dean has his share of bursting out of anger, but not with you

Screaming of course, but then you'd too

He's used to let his angry through, but you have a sharper tongue that is like a gun

You two always make it up and work it out

Even if sometimes it's hard. Dean isn't much into talking about his emotion, and you're all about that.

You him massages after rough hunts

You hate guns, but you always get turned on as Dean picks one up

You also don't let him put one under your pillows because no thanks

Just a knife

He always goes for your touch

You started liking whiskey because his kisses tasted that

You and Dean love Halloween, unlike Sammy

MATCHING COSTUMES

Agreeing on not having kids because of the life

You weren't the motherly kind anyway

But you knew Dean was, which breaks your heart a bit

And makes you a little calmer as you two think you're pregnant

It was just a cheap burrito acting up

Thank God

And 4/10 on the Marcos's burritos for that

You always snuggle up to him

Dean isn't the most romantic guy in the world, and you like that

But when you two are alone in moments of vulnerability, he says certain things that have value for the rest of your life

And about sexy times: He's a boob man

Loves 69

New sexual experiences are always welcome

Roleplay? Yes, please

Just don't bring up pain

He will play sub or dom, anything to please you

Dean Winchester is his name, eating pussy is his game

He never forgets any special dates

You keep a calendar tbh

Back then he was still learning how to watch horror movies without being triggered for certain memories of the underworld, you used to pretend you were scared and hold him tight

He knows you weren't scared, you know he knows

It's good anyway, it helps

Anything with you always help to ease Dean's mind

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sometimesoliloquy · 2 years ago

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The Handmaid’s Tale 5x06 “Together ” (or, “Warm Milk and Murder”) 👀

I’ll be honest, the first draft of this recap/review just read “NIIIIICK” with a string of heart-eye and water gun emojis. Second draft was “This episode could have been the last 15 minutes”, and I stand by that.

However, that is not what we were given, so into the scary kidnap van with June and Luke we go. Luke tries a trick he saw once on Dateline where a girl kicked a car tail light out to escape, and June’s like that’s nice honey, maybe just save your energy. They get their fake No Man’s Land Gilead mugshots taken and June reminds these Gilead(?) goons (and us) that she is a bad ass and is of NOBODY, motherfucker.

Then we’re once again at Serena’s prison the Wheeler’s house, which I swear is reminding me more of the Murder House in the first season of American Horror Story by the minute. Good morning, Serena! Today with your green breakfast smoothie you get a side of creepy surprise gyno house call! Lucky girl, as Aunt Lydia would say. Up the Vertigo staircase they go, to the reveal that the W's have set up a full birthing suite in the attic, which is totally normal and not creepy at all, and the good doctor is very excited to get her up in the stirrups and take it for a test drive.

(Just for me, huh?)

Dr. Egregiously Inappropriate proceeds to casually discuss Serena’s perineum and which essential oils from his MLM she should use to massage it with. Five seconds after being knuckle deep in her cervix, he asks her to dinner, because romance is not dead (generally the dinner part comes first, pal!). He humble brags about the mean cedar plank salmon “his martha” makes, giving us another small, disturbing glimpse at the wider pseudo-Gilead community outside of the Wheeler’s creepy mansion. Just how wide is it, I have to wonder? This scene also echoed back to the creepy doctor in s1 who called June “sweety” or “honey” and offered to bone her on the doctors table “help her out” (gag). Before he finally got the dinner invitation out I really thought what he was going to ask Serena was if he could be next in line to impregnate her (really I guess the end goal for him is the same, though).

I’m going to have a hard time ever getting that image out of my head, but at least it gives us Serena delivering the line “I’m not going to date my gynecologist”, which is the most reasonable thing that’s ever come out of this woman’s mouth in her life and that’s a fact. Unfortunately, Mrs. W does not agree, Serena simply cannot be a slutty single mother and she is grounded until she finds herself a nice respectable husband baby daddy like Dr. McCreepy. GO TO YOUR ROOM, young lady. The irony probably lost on her (or maybe just once again overshadowed by self-pity), Serena sadly slinks off to her cell bedroom to cry under the looming crucifix, probably not thinking at all about how she absolutely reveled in doing the exact same thing to June (and I’m sure June’s predecessor). I am a little confused by Mrs. W’s strategy here because I thought handmaids couldn’t be married, but I digress.

Meanwhile, Aunt Lydia is extremely disappointed to hear that poor Esther’s UTERUS HARVESTING (fucking excuse me?) has been canceled. It’s very upsetting because she was just sure Esther’s been looking forward to this all week! But it seems that said uterus has already been “filled with his divine light” which is confusing to Lydia because Esther’s not yet been posted, and confusing to me because “divine” and “light” are the furthest words I would use to describe anything coming out of Warren Putnam. After she’s done victim blaming the 15 year old rape victim (but what was she wearing?) she declares it is JUST AWFUL that Warren raped Esther in that way, because if there’s one thing Lydia knows it’s that there is a proper time and a place for rape and that was NOT IT. It’s truly egregious that he did not wait the one day’s time to legally rape her at the right time, because this is definitely the problem here. Esther understandably freaks the fuck out at Lydia and continues to writhe and scream in pure despair, and my poor darling damaged murder-child, if they keep doing horrible things to you or kill you off, I swear I will riot on their front porch while they are trying to watch the latest episode of HoD.

Aunt Lydia rushes to deliver the news to Commander Lawrence, who has the nerve to not be outraged, and engages in his current favorite pastime: dropping truth bombs of the hypocrisy of the Gileadean system she’s enforced and facilitated all these years. He has a point but she’s not quite ready to hear it (it’s gonna be a long road, I think) and she storms off in a cloud of righteous indignation, leaving JLaw “TO IT.” Despite being unmoved by Lydia’s morality play, we can see the wheels turning in that mysterious noggin, and he apparently decides it’s time to invite his good buddy Warren over for drinks to congratulate his raping of a child pending fatherhood.

Back in fake NML Gilead, Luke and June have been locked in (according to June, quite spacious, actually) cages and Luke will not shut the fuck up about how fucking CRAZY this shit is, and I’m not sure what kind of amusement park he thought Gilead actually was but finally June says what we’ve all been thinking for the last 5 minutes and tells him to please shut the fuck up (KEEP YOUR FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER, LUKE). He laments not being able to “be that guy” to swoop in on a white horse and save her or something, and wishing that he had been there with her (no, you don’t, trust me!), still somehow not getting it that she doesn’t need a man to save her but ok. I have to assume that he’s thinking of Nick (and Serena’s words) here. The thing is, for all her ill intentions, Serena’s phrasing was actually quite accurate: June had “Nick’s support”, not Nick to save her. I do think actually that Luke was trying to convey a similar sentiment, but it’s so interesting and telling to me that his wording seems to consistently center his feelings around himself, and around an idea of protective ownership that screams of benevolent sexism. Anyway, they say some more sentimental stuff that I don’t quite buy and flirt to pass the time. The goons come back and of course as soon as June tells Luke what not to do, he immediately does it. He tries to break free and run away (um, where?), and immediately they viciously beat him (the “he’s not resisting!!”, was rough to watch… damn, constant parallels to awful events in irl America).

Later that evening in real Gilead, Lawrence, Nick and Putnam cozily clink glasses by the crackling fire, and Putman talks about how much he loves raping women and children the perks of his job. In fact, he wasn’t even thinking about conceiving a child and the subsequent benefit to his career, he did this purely for the joy of raping his work, that is how dedicated he is. He (thinks he) gets a dig in at JLaw, wondering what’s the point of even being a commander if you’re not going to rape anyone take advantage of the perks? Nick is once again having a real hard time controlling his face, but he manages to get out some Gilead double speak, and JLaw does some very pointed double speak, as Warren continues to fail miserably at reading the room.

The next day, in Canadian wanna-be Gilead, Mr. Wheeler summons Serena to his study. She thinks it’s about her quarrel with Mrs. W, but LOL woman, he has not the time for silly female squabbles. He tells her his men have captured June, and he’s going to have Ezra execute her in NML since Gilead keeps fumbling the ball. Serena looks... concerned? upset? I don’t know, their relationship is weird. But she also sees here an opportunity: the enemy of my enemy is my friend as they say (or at least she can be for a hot second until they go back to enemies again, I guess). She begs Mr. W to let her tag along, saying that she wants to watch June be killed with her own eyes. Mr. W is super turned on moved by this and just like that goes from “absolutely not” to “yeah ok”. She can’t get the fuck out of that house fast enough as Mrs. W trails nervously, looking a little suspicious. From the looks of it she starts having contractions in the backseat so let’s hope Ezra is a fast driver...

June and Luke have been laying on their cage floors for god knows how long at this point. Luke is pretty fucked up, and June blames herself. She apologizes to Luke for not stopping him from coming (”You didn’t know how bad it could be. I did.”) but he insists it was his choice. He wants to be able to at least say goodbye this time, and June, sensing that he is giving up hope, gives him a pep talk that includes a pretty good impression of Daniel Day Lewis in Last of the Mohicans (Stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you! No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. ! I WILL FIND YOU.) It didn’t quite ring true to me, but seems to work with Luke, bolstering his will. Then the goons are back and dragging them off in separate directions, onto separate vehicles. June yells frantically after him and despairingly mouths “I’m sorry”, still feeling responsible.

Naomi and Warren are just trying to have a nice brunch at the country club when a bunch of guardians roll up before they can even finish their eggs benny and bottomless mimosas (RUDE). An alarmed Naomi prances down the stairs after her wayward husband as he is dragged and deposited quite satisfyingly at the dress-shoed feet of our two favorite commanders. Nick recites Warren’s crimes in a way that makes “apostasy” sound like something I very much want to do, and then it’s Lawrence’s turn to quote some apt scripture to silence Warren’s self-righteous whining. Not to be outdone by his late buddy Fred, WP gets his “but I’m going to be a FATHER!” moment, but somehow Nick is not moved and proceeds to blow his despicable brains out. Crows caw in the distance (at least that’s what my subtitles are telling me, I can’t really hear over my own cheering).

(Pls send help.)

Back at the Blaine household, however, Mrs. Blaine is not so impressed. Apparently she is cool with her husband facilitating the death of rapist commanders as long as he specifically is not the one to do the dirty work (what, he changed his shirt at least!). I get that her religious beliefs probably include “thou shalt not kill” and that it would be startling (especially for a seemingly gentle soul like Rose) to hear that your husband just shot an acquaintance point blank in the head, but in this case I can’t help feeling like it’s something akin to being horrified at the sight of someone snapping a chicken’s neck, and then going home to enjoy some nice breaded tenders. She worries about “the kind of person it makes him” and Nick implies he’s doing it for their CHILD, casually giving Rose’s pregnancy reveal(??) and looking just overjoyed to be a father to be, as we pan out on the truly uncomfortable silence of two people sitting as far away from each other on a couch as physically possible. Sorry Nick, darling, you truly deserve a hero’s welcome. June would have got it (and so do I, call me).

A bit later that day, Aunt Lydia takes the girls on a fun field trip to the wall where Warren’s body has now been strung up on display. She tells them this was justice and then shoos them home for a nice cup of warm milk before bed. She’s been wielding the wall as a warning to “her girls” for years, of course, but we see a slight shift in tactic as the new woke, softer, kinder slightly remorseful Aunt Lydia now uses it also as a vow of reassurance, that she will protect them from abuse from corrupt commanders (as long as they behave), and of course make sure they only get raped at the proper time and place. Janine lingers staring at the limp body of her abuser and says “I wish I could have watched” (me too, girl, me too).

June is on the school bus to hell Gilead with a bunch of other poor souls, and (praise be!) the inner monologue is back, as June reflects on meeting her imminent end, and the unexpected twists and turns of life. The bus stops and Ezra shows up to call her out of class and go to the principal’s office. BOOM, here is your twist, June, the principal is Serena (of course, eyeroll). And she is pissed. But she also has a plan. With the magical powers Serena apparently possesses over anyone with a penis, she convinces Ezra to let her be the one to shoot June and he gives her the gun (not sure why would he think she even has any idea how to use it?) and unties June, also at his queen mistress’s demand, so she can pray. June is like FINE, BITCH, but then sincerely prays for her daughters, for their children: “may they do better than we did.” Serena was either duly moved, or this was her plan all along and she just wanted to make June sweat a little first (which I suspect), because she shoots Ezra instead and orders June to get in the car and DRIVE, bitch, before she has this goddamn baby right here on this dusty ass road. June’s like Jesus WTF is happening, oh hell I guess we’re doing this now, and off they race into the sunset, Thelma and Louise style. For a second I thought June would do an ode to Emily and run over Ezra on the way out, but no, they leave him merely winded thanks to his bullet proof vest, and surely about to give chase/run back to his boss with the bad news.

...

So. “Together”. Obviously Serena and June are together at the end of the episode (and about to get into some birthing hijinks from the look of it). Nick and Lawrence are continuing to work together to methodically dispatch Gilead’s corrupt and further Lawrence’s agenda (whatever that is). I suppose Aunt Lydia and Lawrence are also working together, albeit in a very dysfunctional (and very frustrating for Lydia) way. Aunt Lydia and Janine, it seems, will work together to protect handmaids (from unsanctioned abuse, at least). And then we have June/Luke and Nick/Rose.

Nick and June’s marriages parallel each other in an interesting way this episode. The two couples are physically “together” (well ok, maybe not Luke and June at the end), but in their trajectory and mindset, miles apart. Neither Luke nor Rose fully understand the brutality of Gilead, both having I think been spared/sheltered from the worst of it, and because of that, Nick and June each now find themselves very much alone.

Nick retreats to his stoic mask and inner shell in the wake of Rose’s disapproval, but the sense of loneliness and longing for understanding in this moment is palpable. He already doesn’t think of himself as a “good person” and this seems to be a reminder of how little his wife really knows him. Despite his underlying shame and feelings of unworthiness though, he is actively trying to set some things right, and as much as he would never admit it, it must hurt to be so misunderstood here.

On her end, June finds herself for the majority of the episode alternately instructing, reassuring, apologizing and worrying about Luke, who is experiencing his first small taste of Gilead’s inhumanity and is woefully unprepared for it. She knows she has to stay strong for him, and she must feel alone in this and in feeling the responsibility for their safety and survival, for Luke’s safety and survival, squarely on her shoulders.

Nick and June are both without the person who would understand in each of their respective situations, and would actually be able to provide comfort and support: each other. In contrast to their married spouses, they are physically apart, but mentally and spiritually on the same page. They’ve been through war together, they know the brutality of the enemy, and they’re willing and able to wield brutality back against it, whatever “kind of people” that makes them, because they know it’s the only way that works here.

So hopefully, we can stop playing games, get these two together, and get this revolution going, ASAP. May the lord open.

#the handmaid's tale #the handmaids tale season 5 #june osborne #nick blaine #osblaine #together #recap

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aemiron-main · 6 months ago

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AAAAA TY FOR THE TAG, JAMES! <33

And @throne-of-crows Here is my pinned post section re: multiple UDs, and I’m also pretty sure some posts are missing from that pinned post since I’ve had a hard time finding some of my old posts, but there’s still a few there!

There’s also just general stuff/posts I cant find (although some of them might be in that pinned post section) re: the S1 UD and the idea that the S1 UD wasn’t “real” in the sense that it wasnt actually the UD/we never actually saw Joyce and Hopper leave the UD (and how the hell did they get out of the lab and why did the lab let them take Will to a normal hospital??) and considering all of the NINA references surrounding Will’s vanishing, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some sort of simulation or fake/set-up UD stuff going on there, esp considering the S1 paper that says that Joyce claimed that Will was found as a test subject at HNL, not in the UD/an alternate dimension!

Hell, looking back on those thoughts/theories, it makes me think of the fake UD-esque sets from The Dark of the Moon in TFS (but I wont go into too much detail about that/spoil it), especially considering my old post re: how it seems like there was a fake Barb body in the UD that Joyce and Jim conveniently stumbled across & that Barb’s real body is likely still in the UD Harrison pool- point is, the UD that Joyce and Hopper went into feels fake, like a set for a play or a set for a movie, complete with fake corpses (which is also interesting considering how Will’s UD tentacle scene parallels a TFS Henry scene & TFS being a play/a set/fake but again, trying not to spoil anything there). None of the S1 UD vines react to Joyce or Jim stepping on them, even though they make a point of showing us scenes of them stepping on the vibes- meanwhile, in the S4 UD, the gang can’t even breathe wrong without getting grabbed by tentacles.

And speaking of breathing, in S1, they made a whole point of the air in the S1 UD being toxic & Joyce and Hopper having to suit up- meanwhile the gang runs around forever in the S4 UD and hops in and out of it with zero breathing problems/zero side effects besides bat bites. And speaking of bats, the S1 UD is also completely void of democreatures- which would make sense if it’s because the S1 UD air is toxic to any living thing/not conducive to any form of longterm life whereas the S4 UD is not, hence why the S4 UD does have creatures like demobats & tentacles that move/react/are alive.

Anyway! It drives me insane because the S1 UD is so weird and different from the S2 UD and S4 UD-especially considering the weird white light we see during Will’s UD rescue scene that also shows up in Vecna visions.

I’ve seen your posts against the theory of El being created by Will as a manifestation of his trauma and I was wondering if you’ve considered how this could link to Edward being the other version of Henry. I don’t know everything about the Henward stuff but I have read a lot of @aemiron-main posts about it and some of yours.

Considering how much Will and Henry are paralleled do you not think it could be a possibility that Will created El as a response to trauma the same way Henry possibly created Edward? Or like how Edward was possibly split off from Henry. Could El not be split off from Will in a similar way?

Also in regards to Edward, I’ve seen a lot about the idea of the lab faking memories and Edward having fake memories as he was created from Henry and never actually had a childhood. Could a similar thing not be the case for El?

I just find it a bit strange that the Henry fans seem to be the most against this theory when it seems to align with a lot of the other theories that you guys have.

Also to be clear I do understand why you and others would consider the theory misogynistic however in my opinion there is too much evidence for it to completely right it off just because of that. I’m not saying it is definitely true however there is something there with how Will and El are paralleled so often and all the other evidence.

Also I think this theory could be true without it erasing El as her own character. Her arc has been about independence and learning who she is. Just because she was originally created by Will doesn’t mean that she can’t exist herself at all. The two could go hand in hand with her learning who she is despite originally being created by Will. She clearly is real in the sense that everyone else can see her and she is real person so I don’t think this theory necessarily has to result in El dying or not existing.

I’m interested to hear your opinion on this and whether you think there could be a connection between the two in any way.

To start us off, I'd like to raise a point about Will-Henry paralleling: Mike and "Henry" in TFS are heavily paralleled. Then couldn't Mike be responsible for creating El out of grief over losing Will, creating someone who could find Will, and/or creating someone it's socially acceptable for him to love...then becoming upset and detached when she doesn't perform the same function in his life that Will does? With Mike/the Wheeler family's ties to the Creel family in-show, which are just as numerous as Will's parallels to Henry, plus the extremely heavy-handed Mike-Henry parallels in TFS. All that on top of Patty-El paralleling and how Patty doesn't seem to be real/seems to act as a manifestation of Henry's mommy issues than a real girlfriend. I'm not even a manifestation theory truther in the slightest, but I'd almost peg that as more plausible.

My issue with the manifestation theory, particularly re: El, actually goes deeper than that. It's fundamentally flawed because Henry exists. El is a product of the experimentation on Henry. The theory with Henry and Edward is lab-faked memories, as in memories implanted in one or the other by Hawkins Labs. That doesn't fit in here. If it did, El would still be lab-created...Unless we want to argue that Will created the lab, which means he also created Brenner, Henry/Edward, Owens, all this real, tangible stuff. It's not just El they would have to create. It would be everyone who had a hand in creating El.

As for timeline stuff, there are two most plausible options.

The timelines existed in parallel all along, therefore there's no "splitting point"

There is an original splitting point, and it happened long before Will and El, possibly even before Henry and Edward.

If there is an original split at all, the split seems to have happened before Henry and Edward with Captain Brenner and the whole Philadelphia Experiment thing in 1943, because we then have this Richard and Martin deal that seems to crop up before Henry and Edward. In this case, though, an El-Jane split would be a more reasonable conclusion here.

Shifting gears a little, other posts on the topic (because this isn't an individualized criticism, it's broad) have also managed to reduce El's lab-specific trauma responses and lack of socialization to "El is just Will with superpowers and guts, everything he wishes he could be", which misses the root cause of her behaving the way she does while also painting evidence of her suffering as something good and desirable.

On top of that...simplified, this interpretation becomes "evidence of a woman's suffering is created by a man because those are traits he wishes he could embody." -> "a woman's suffering results in desirable traits". Not cute.

Another issue I have is that manifestation theories center Will (or Mike, depending who's manifesting) in El's story. It centers a man in a woman's struggle for independence from men. That's an added layer that Henry and Edward don't have to contend with.

This all doesn't even go into the aspect of people claiming that once Will accepts himself and comes into his own, El is no longer needed, thus, she dies (yes, I've seen that take). I've also seen people taking all of Henry's clock stuff and attibuting it to Will. This theory doesn't just do a disservice to El, but also to a raft of other characters...all while being riddled with easily-poked holes.

Lastly, I'd like to address this bit:

I just find it a bit strange that the Henry fans seem to be the most against this theory when it seems to align with a lot of the other theories that you guys have.

I'm not disagreeing as a Henry fan. I'm disagreeing as an analyst. Just because I subscribe to timeline theory doesn't mean I'm going to subscribe to any and everything that involves splitting a character in two. This theory doesn't actually align with much else we've had to say, for the reasons I've listed above re: Henry and Edward.

#stranger things

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sslutf0ryel3na · 3 years ago

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COMPLICATED — S1-E4: Woof woof

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Fem! Reader x Jean Kirstein

Word count: 6.4K

Series summary: Two boys, opposites you could say with a troubled past, fall for the same girl. You to be precise, but one falls head over heels at first sight, and as for the other, won't dare to admit his feelings. With the first guy, you had a not-so-welcoming encounter with. And well, the same goes for the other play boy as well. Are you a competition to them? Maybe. Will you fall for one, or both? Definitely. But how will everything play out in the end?

Chapter summary: You and Eren are forced to put your hatred aside when the both of you are paired up for a project. Things get interesting when You and Noah spot Jean and Connie up to no good

Content warning: mild foreplay

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𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘆, 3:00 𝗮𝗺

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

The desire to have someone only to myself. For no one to look at them but only me. For her to not look at anyone but me. The impulse of wanting to keep them safe, and only in my arms. Bull-shit, right?

Is she really the reason why I can't fucking sleep?

.....

Sleep deprived and deep in thought as I took a late night shower. You could say I'm an early bird, I like to start off my day bright and untimely.

But this night was different. I couldn't get a wink of sleep. My rage, despair, was slowly building up inside of me. Which was the cause for this late bathe.

I thought the cold droplets of water drenching my locks, face, and bare body, would soothe my dispersed thoughts.

It didn't really play in my favor though.

There were multiple thoughts running around my mind. My mom being the main point, Reiner and his fucked up motives, horse face just existing which was enough to annoy me like hell... and you.

I couldn't get you out of my head, and it's driving me crazy.

I guess you could say I'm not the type to show emotions, and in consequence, I always try to vanquish them. But it's been hard for me to do that lately when I'm around her. It's—it's weird, because I keep telling myself that I don't like her in that way of any sort...

And I don't, for sure.

"She's.... irritating, stupid, and talks back to me with such confidence. So why is she always on my mind? Yeah, fuck no."

I let out a breath of frustration before I tilted my chin up with my eyes shut right below the shower head, so I could let the frigid drips of pressured water completely run down my heated face.

The pads of my fingers were massaging my scalp and I let out a puff of relaxation, seeing my exhale in the cold air around me. I wasn't anywhere near relaxed though. Who the fuck decides to take a shower at three-am?

School has always been easy for me, and I can thank my photographic memory for that. Cam, my nickname, short for 'camera' is what Armin call's me as an outcome from my gift. I didn't really mind it, it was actually pretty smart of him.

The fucking high-tempered grown ass— nah, short ass history teacher decided to call Aunt Faye, because of me throwing his tea cup down the trash on the first day of school.

I mean, the fucking rules should apply to everyone, right? I can't have a drink, then you can't have one either... midget.

Mikasa and I have been taken under the care of my Aunt as a legal guardian for us. My no-show sick old man, decided to run back to his second family—or travel the world on his own, my Aunt had presumed. I really don't know.

I could care less, he was never the father figure I thought he would be. He was just a web of twisted lies.

He left us with seven-hundred grand though, the only useful thing the bitch did for us.

After my mother passed away, me and Mikasa had to learn five languages due to the both of us traveling with my Aunt through foreign countries. French was a big hit with the girls, it was a one up for me for being bilingual I guess.

My mom shaped me, and nurtured Mikasa and I to be the best we could be. Even though I was hard to work with and... pretty stubborn and selfish, she still put up with my existence.

My mother's last words to me, were—

Fuck, I'm just going to hurt myself even more if I think about this.

....

I didn't even get to say goodbye. She never came back.

I miss you, mom.

Two hours of sleep was definitely not the move.

Five-am, I need my caffeine. This brain of mine doesn't function unless I have a cigarette and a coffee cup in my fingertips.

"Schedule the meeting for this evening, Anka. Okay, I'll call you back later. Well, good morning to you Eren. Can you at least put a shirt on? and why do you look like you pulled an all-nighter?"

"Aunt Faye, it's too early for all the questioning. Where's Mia? I really need a cup of coffee."

Mia is our house maid. She did most of the cooking, and cleaning if Mikasa or I hadn't already. She's the only woman I trust with my espresso.

"She's been fired." Aunt Faye spoke like she didn't matter at all. She sighed and took a seat on the living room couch with her eyes staring down at her phone screen.

You're fucking joking.

"WHY?" I couldn't take in the sentence that left her mouth. I stood in front of Aunt Faye all tongue-tied until she noticed me, and answered my confusion.

"Look," She finally tore her face away from her phone, and peeked up at me. "She hasn't been very punctual for these past two days."

Wow. That's the best excuse you got, huh?

I roll my eyes in disappointment, and say: "You do realize that her and her family relied on us financially, right?"

"And I relied on her to be here on time everyday." She told me with a scoff, making me even more irritated.

"She's dead-ass the only person in this world who knew how to make a decent cup of coffee!" I exclaimed. I was being serious, but her face took me as a joke.

"You're overreacting, Eren."

"I got two-hours of sleep."

"Ever tried Starbucks? heard the place makes the coffee your addicted to like weed."

....

Damn, so I got her smart mouth.

"We're done discussing this, I'm late for a meeting." Aunt Faye lifted herself off the couch, grabbing her Coach hand-bag from the table in front of her, and shoved right past my shoulder.

My widened eyes followed her movements. I was pissed, but she clearly ignored it.

"If you want, you can skip school today." She shrugged with no concern, then left the house without waiting for my response.

She's no different from her brother...

I yawned, and peered at the square glass clock ticking above my fireplace.

"IF yOu wAnT YoU cAn SkIp sChOoL tOday, tsk."

8:30 𝗮𝗺, 𝗠𝗿. 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗖𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀

𝗕𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗣𝗢𝗩

New faces. Two new faces to be exact. Tweedle dee and tweedle dum, sitting at the front of the column of desks to the left. Mullet sits at the desk right in front, and baldie sitting right behind his bestie.

You've got to be kidding me. Did they get a schedule change? Great.

Then you have Mr. Anger issues looking all sleep deprived at the front of the row of desks in the opposite corner from mullet.

I swear... bad luck is always on my side.

When you entered the class, Jean and Eren both witnessed your face of complete shock from the sight of BOTH of them now being in your first period.

You just stood by the front door, dazed with a hand gripping your backpack dangling from your right shoulder. Jean strangely took his gaze off you, while Eren looked untroubled from your usual self.

Why does Jean seem... mad?

You didn't notice how odd you looked just eyeing the two boys left to right, until you glanced at the browbeat teacher patiently waiting for you to take your seat.

Don't look at me like that Mr. Ackerman, or you're gonna make me act up lol.

You slowly suspire, finally breaking out of your frozen position to walk to your shady seat at the back of the classroom.

But a stony voice stopped you in your tracks. You obeyed the man, and turned around.

"Y/n. Since I have to keep an eye on you due to your idiotic decisions from last class, you'll be switching seats with Historia."

HAHAHA. He's acting like I'll have a problem with that. Please, I'll just get a better view of you now, sir. Wait.. but then I'll be in between the two bozos.

You see Historia stuffing all her belongings back into her backpack before she gets off her seat to switch positions with you. Historia gave you a half smile as she swept past your shoulders towards the back, and you mirrored her same look as well when you sauntered towards your new seat.

Everything about this whole situation was quite embarrassing. Because the whole classroom was dead silent as they watched you take your new seat in the middle of their boyfriends. Envious for what?

I'm sitting between a cloud of tension. Wonderful.

I wish Mikasa was in this classroom.

"I hope you're all ready for your first test. For those of you who aren't ready, you have ten minutes to get your life together." Mr. Ackerman hissed, and most students started to panic from the announcement. You studied hard beforehand, so you didn't break a sweat.

But Connie sure did, and you couldn't help but overhear baldie bothering playboy with his frustration.

"Bro, we have a test?! How come nobody tells me anything?" Connie frantically spoke, leaning over his desk towards Jean's shoulder.

"I told you. Five times, idiot." Jean flicked Connie's big head away from him, making Connie pout and slump back onto his desk. He glared at the back of Jean's head.

"I was expecting you to drop my Ps4 in the Pacific Ocean to help me focus. Where were you when I needed you, dude?"

Connie agonizing was the funniest shit you ever heard. You almost even felt bad for the poor boy.

"Just study now..." Jean muttered over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and pulling out his textbook from his backpack.

"I'm just gonna drink away all my problems." Connie sighed, as he sipped on a non-alcoholic-beverage.

Baldie sure is a hell of a comedian. They will keep me entertained until the testing starts.

Jean rotated his upper body back at Connie with a puzzled expression, and said: "That's... literally a caprisun, but go off."

"I am not taking this test, Jean."

"Yeah, because that's how it totally works..."

"No. Watch and learn, horse-face." Connie snickers with a crafty smile etched onto his face, and swaggered towards Mr. Ackerman. Who was standing in the front of the classroom going through his paperwork on his desk.

Oh, lord. What the hell is he up to now.

Eren tilted his head from his textbook, to Connie in front of the classroom. He let out a low chuckle as he took notice of Connie taking out a dollar bill from his back pocket, and then smoothly sliding the bill onto Mr. Ackerman's desk.

He better not be doing what I'm thinking... is he trying to bribe the teacher? PLEASE.

"How about I... don't take the test today?" Connie purred with a big grin. The piercing look Mr. Ackerman gave baldie, could basically paralyze anyone on the spot. It even frightened you.

"Get your dumb-ass back into your seat, I don't condone bribery. And this is a dollar, Springer." Mr. Ackerman was about done with Connie's bull-shit.

"But, AREN'T YOU GUYS UNDERPAID?!"

...

Yeah, Connie got kicked out of class after that.

...

After a good ten-minutes, everyone was quiet and focused on their test in front of them. You knew you shouldn't be meddling in other people's business, especially since you'll look so suspicious if the teacher caught your wandering eyes, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You peeked to the right, over your arm at Jean first.

He was purely focused, and absorbed on his test out in front of him. One side of his face resting on his palm, and strands of his grown-out hair were tucked behind his ear to avoid getting in the way of his view.

You didn't want to admit it but, it was honestly cute to you… seeing a different side of him instead of his usual cocky self. He made a little smile grow on your lips.

Your eyes then blinked to the left, over at Eren. Everyone had less than an hour to complete the test, but somehow, Eren simply got up to turn his test in after... fifteen-minutes.

Huh? The dumb-ass probably guessed on every question...

Lunch went by in a flash. Mikasa was worried sick about you the whole time since you missed school yesterday, due to the stupid circumstances that happened at the party.

She wanted—no in her words, she needed to get her hands on Reiner for what he almost did to you. She kept on blaming herself, saying she should've never left you all alone at the party. Her voice was coated in pity towards you, and you hated it.

None of it was Mikasa's fault. If only you used your literal brain and remembered to never take a drink from a hot—scratch that, UGLY STRANGER...You wouldn't be in this position right now.

Anyways, where the fuck is Reiner?

The bastard wasn't anywhere to be found.

8𝘁𝗵 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱,

𝗘𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀

One class with Eren Yeager is enough, right?

But no, let's make it two!

All seats had asses sitting on them, except the desk by Eren. You really didn't want to place yourself next to the douche, but you had no other choice. It was either the floor, or the seat by Eren in the back of the classroom.

Floor it is! Just kidding...ugh.

Eren gave you an eye roll in disgust as he watched you stepping closer and closer to his presence. You tried to ignore his face by pretending he wasn't there as you then sat down on the seat next to him.

"Why?" Eren asked all annoyed, even though he clearly knew there wasn't any other seats besides the one next to his. You cross your legs, and turn to him with a scowl.

"Because, all the other seats are taken. Get over yourself," You answer.

Eren leaned close to your ear, and whispered: "There's a lotta room on the floor." You felt his mischievous grin grow within his voice.

"Then you go sit on the floor." You pushed him away and shoot back a sarcastic smile. He went quiet, and turned away to read the opened textbook he had out in front of him.

You could tell Eren was trying so hard to stay awake. It was quite amusing. His hair was fully down this time, rather than tossed up into a messy bun. And the dark shade under his eyes made it very evident he was sleep deprived.

His black hoodie had: 'Antisocial-social club' plastered on the back of the sweater.

Pfft.

Yeah, you had to fight back the laughter, but a few chuckles still escaped your mouth and Eren caught them by returning a look at you.

"Something funny?" He cocked a brow.

"Yup, those dark circles really compliment your eyes." You cackle as Eren then narrowed his eyes on you, trying to throw daggers with his oh sooo ominous look.

"Your first grade will be a presentation. You and the person you're seated next to must prepare a presentation for chapter one. You will be presenting on Monday." The male teacher with broad shoulders who was basically IDENTICAL to Captain America announced to the whole class.

Why are all the teachers here either hot Milfs, or Dilfs. I mean... I'm definitely not complaining.

You turned over to Eren who was currently on the verge of falling asleep. He sent you a dirty side glance because he knew you were deviously smirking towards him.

"I'm sorry, did I disturb your slumber?" You sulk sardonically.

"Your presence alone is a mistake."

"anddd I'm gonna pretend like I didn't hear that... We can work at my place by the way." You suggested

"Why, so you can bury me alive in your backyard? No thanks. We can work at my place." Eren remarked, but you really didn't care cause your house was by his anyways.

"Fine by me, I don't want you contaminating my house anyways." You grinned.

"Be there at five-am." Eren spoke like that wasn't EARLY at all.

What crack is he on?

"Tomorrow's Saturday. Normal people, like me, sleep in on the weekends, Eren."

"Okay? Well I guess I'm not normal."

This GUY. Enough is enough.

"Clearly. You must be some extraterrestrial creature who doesn't need to sleep. Should I call Area 51? Or are you gonna turn yourself in?"

Making fun of Eren was something you were very good at. You could tease him all day...actually, no. Why waste your time on a moron like him?

"Look, unlike you, I have shit to do. I start off my day early." Eren conferred, playing with the stool he was sitting on as he faced you. Tilting back like he was asking to fall off from his seat.

"Well, I start my day right. We can meet at three-pm!" Your words were supposed to be the last and final sentence for this little argument. But the dick still wouldn't agree with you.

"Can't, Y/n."

"Why? Is your UFO scheduled to pick you up and take you back to Mars for lunch?"

"Haha, very funny. And no, I have a boxing tournament."

Oh? He boxes...

"Fine, how about seven-pm?" Now THAT was your final suggestion, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Nah. My place. Five-am. Final." Eren crisply stated. Before you could open your mouth to interject, Eren got up and left the classroom as soon as the school bell went off.

I'm officially jumping off a cliff! I'll see you in heaven, mom.

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴,

5:30 𝗮𝗺

You set your alarm for four-thirty last night, but constantly smacked the snooze button a bunch. So as a result, you're about an hour late to your study-fest with the jerk.

"SO. FUCKING. TIRED. Resist the urge to go back to sleep, Y/n!" You gave yourself a pep-talk before you yanked yourself out of bed, and threw on an oversized grey sweatshirt. Pairing the top with regular Jean-shorts.

You desperately needed coffee, but there was literally no time for that.

You know what? Screw Eren. I'm making a cup of my caffeine.

Uh... Okay! Never-mind! You actually had some time to chug on some overly sweet caffeine you made in a hurry. Then afterwards, you finally rushed out your front door towards Eren's place. No like, you literally sprinted like a track star.

After a couple of rhythmic knocks on the ass-holes front door, it finally decided to open. You were in the midst of catching your breath though, because of your sprinting. But you lost more of your breath when you see Eren's appearance in front of you.

What the fuck. It's like...5:30 in the morning? And he doesn't look tired at all?? This shit isn't fair at all.

He was only wearing a white hoodie with grey joggers, yet he still looked like he was about to shoot an ad campaign for some big clothing brand. Every move he makes looks like a magazine pose. God has favorites.

"You done checking me out? Or are you actually coming in?" You could hear a visible smirk in his tone of voice. He needs to keep his ego in check, because you were definitely not checking him out...

Okay, maybe a little.

You shoved past his shoulder in aggravation, and Eren closed the door behind you. He followed you just wandering off like his house was your own.

"So, where's Mikasa. I need to give her a morning kiss." You propose, eyeing your surroundings.

Everything was colorless like how you remembered. Either white, black, or grey. His house was lifeless, for what? Everything look and felt.. sad.

Maybe it has to do with his...

"I didn't know you go both ways." Eren caught up to you and turned to you with perplexity written on his face.

"Yeah, I do. Mikasa was my first." You joked, but it startled Eren. It was like jealousy covered his whole aura. Which was a sight for you to favor.

"What? Are you serious?" He interrogated.

He's so stupid.

"No, Eren. I'm only kidd- OW!"

You tripped, on his fucking rug. You wanted to die, right then and there. This is why you hated waking up early, because you would never be fully awake.

Eren rolls his eyes, but you don't miss the small chuckle he tried to hide under his breath. Instead of helping you up, he took in the view of your body on his floor.

"My floor doesn't deserve such treatment." He taunted, Eren found the perfect moment to make fun of you. This is why you hate ~men~.

You helped yourself up, and brushed off the dust from his dusty floor that was caught on your knees. You really made the wrong decision to wear shorts, because you then felt a painful cut on your kneecap. But you ignored it.

"Fun fact, Eren. My body wants sleep!" You spoke with excessive excitement, and Eren took it as a jest.

"Fun fact, I don't really care!" He mocked.

"It's going to take at least a billion swear words to satisfy me right now..." You groaned, already tired of the bull-shit that was happening to you.

"And it's going to take me at least a trillion. Stop whining." Eren ordered, and you sent him a fearsome glare.

"Quadrillion!" You pointed your finger in the air, making Eren scoff while he raised a brow at your conclusion.

"Quintillion." He argued.

"Sextrillion." Your sentence faded as you realized how wrong it sounded after the made-up word came out of your mouth.

Eren took that as a chance to cleverly say: "You wanna have sex with me? Don't flatter yourself, I still hate you. But you do know what they say about hate and- never mind."

He cut off his sentence, and just walked away towards his kitchen ahead of him. Leaving you with your jaw dropped.

I- Did he just?! I'm just gonna pretend like he wasn't about to say what I think he was...

"Can you get your ass over here already? The food is going to get cold..." Eren's order echoed from the kitchen.

Food? BREAKFAST?! Omg, yes. But who does he think he is ordering me around like that?

You still accepted his command anyways, and strolled to the kitchen with eagerness since you were starving.

As you entered the huge kitchen that had every appliance made in either marble or stainless steel, You see Eren sitting at the dining table patiently waiting for you.

You guessed a maid had prepared a breakfast table for Eren, since there's no way in hell the guy knew how to cook food like THAT. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, and muffins sure do look good when you haven't had anything.

The food smells like heaven...

"Sit." Eren's set of tone was like he had all authority over you.

Okay, why is he speaking to me like I'm a dog?

"Sit." He says once more, and that was enough to annoy you.

"Woof."

"Uh, what the hell Y/n?"

"Woof, woof." You waited till he treated you as a human, instead of ordering you like you were some puppy dog. He sighed and rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.

"Will you please have a seat, Y/n?" Eren finally acted like the gentleman that was deep down inside of him, and you had to applaud for his politeness. You finally took a seat next to Eren.

But Something about eating in front of him made you feel uncomfortable and humiliated. Maybe because you actually eat like a whole pig when you're alone, and now you had to pretend to chew on the food like you were a royal or something.

"Can you actually eat? You need me to look away or something? I get it, I know I'm intimidating."

I swear I will leave a crack on that ego of yours, Yeager.

"Shut up, let a girl savor her food properly. Whore."

You were actually fighting back to devour the whole table though. Eren's menacing eyes never left yours as he took his last bite on his muffin. He then proceeded to leave, and you assumed he wanted you to join him once you were done.

You were actually waiting for his ass to go away... So you ate the entire table when he did. Your pant buttons were on the brink of popping off. You were basically pregnant from the food.

𝗔 𝗳𝗲𝘄 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝘂𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿....

You couldn't find your way to Eren's room, since his huge house was literally a maze. You assumed that you were currently at the office room since there was a bunch of paperwork and Apple computers in each corner.

What caught your eye though, were pictures.

You were looking at family pictures scattered around a wall in the room. Eren, Mikasa, and an older woman? The frames took up most of the space.

The resemblance between Eren and the woman was uncanny, you knew she had to be his mother. You couldn't even describe her beauty, Eren definitely got his eyes from his beautiful mother.

They all look so... happy.

You spot a few baby pictures of Eren, and damn how he was one ugly toddler. He still looks the same...Yup, no glow up whatsoever.

While your eyes were scanning through each memory in a frame, you also notice a small Polaroid picture laying on a desk.

What's this?

You glanced down, and picked up the small photo gently. When you were examining the picture, You saw something you actually hadn't really seen yet; Eren smiling beside his mother.

It wasn't his usual condescending and devilish smile. No emotion was forced, he looked innocent, pure, and genuine. The light left Eren's emerald pupils in his current state. You wished you met Eren before he went all dark and-

"What are you doing?" A deep cold voice interrupted your snooping.

Oh shit.

Eren stood five-feet away from you with his arms folded over his chest, eyeing you skeptically.

Instead of waiting for you to explain yourself, he took your silence as being guilty right on the scene, and trudged like a threat towards your motionless self.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" He says once more, and your face goes blank. He was centimeters away from you, and you were desperately praying he wouldn't see the Polaroid that was still stuck on your fingertips.

lol I want to disappear.

"Err, I got lost in this big ass house of yours." You admit, looking into Eren's narrowed eyes which were still dreadfully studying you. His pupils then moved lower and lower until they came across what they were examining for.

"Oh, really? If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were snooping around." He says as he caught the Polaroid in your hand, and arched a brow from the view. You knew what he was looking at, so you had to come up with an excuse.

"Oh this?" You finally lifted up the picture at his gaze. "This just... fell." Yeah, that was the best you could come with, and Eren didn't take it as an honest confession.

"It just fell? Sheesh, some people's kids I tell ya." He snatched the Polaroid out of your fingertips, and feathered away towards his bedroom with a gusty sigh.

I- I'm so stupid...

Thirty minutes passed by and you were sitting on top of Eren's master bed, immersed in your Economic book you had out on your lap. While you were doing that, Eren was twisting himself on his twisty chair across the room like an idiot.

Are you kidding me, did he even do anything for this past hour?

You had to scold him. So you groaned and pushed yourself off of his bed, strutting towards the idiot who was still trying to make himself dizzy from the constant spinning on that stupid chair of his.

"Ahem." You stopped the spinning with a touch of your hand, and Eren glowered into your eyes like a little child.

"Can I help you?" He peered above at you standing before him with your hands placed on your hips, and your brows knitted together.

"I want you to stop REVOLVING dipshit, and get to actual work instead." You demanded, and a sinister smile makes it's way to his lips from your anger.

{𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗟𝗬 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱| 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝗙𝗲𝗲𝘁 - 𝗤𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝗗𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗲𝘅}

He boosted himself off of his chair, and started walking towards you, "I am done." He said with a cocky smirk. You were backing away as he kept drawing near and near with each step towards your presence.

"You can't write an entire presentation in thirty minutes..." You counter, and you didn't notice how your back-tracking from Eren, ended up with you falling back onto his bed.

Eren took that as an opportunity to whisper in your ear as he was now on top of you, locking you from escaping with each brawny arm he placed beside each of your shoulders. You sharply inhale the expensive scent attached to his sweatshirt as he leaned towards your ear.

"How about we do something else instead of studying..." Eren's minty breath crazed your lobe.

His towering body was dangerously close to yours, but you couldn't just let him tease you like that. Two can play the same game.

Idiot.

You grab his arms before kicking Eren off of yourself, and rolling him over to the position you were in seconds ago. You were now on top of him, gripping his wrists above his head.

He was completely stunned from your quick action. It was way too hot for him, no literally, he was sweating beneath his hoodie. You stared into his sinful eyes.

"Eren, I get it, I turn you on. But please control yourself, I need to get an A on this presentation." You purred slyly, then got off of his groin and stepped back before you could feel his dick go all hard from you.

Eren chuckled, lifting his upper body up to face your cunning self. Everything escalated so fast, but you had no problem with it. You knew how to handle situations like those, to avoid your lust and instead use your brain.

You stood there smirking.

And he sat on his bed, trying to hide his loss of breath.

"We're out of time, Eren. Thanks to you... I have to go now, and I suggest you actually memorize your part for the presentation. This is for a grade. I know we don't exactly like each other, but don't risk a grade for us, please."

𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃- Little does she know I have a fucking photographic memory.....wait, is her knee bleeding?

Before you grabbed your belongings to head out of his room, Eren stopped you. You turn around to see Eren eyeing your... legs?

"Wait, Y/n. Your knee, it's bleeding." Eren softly murmured. It was hard for you to believe he actually cared for something like that.

"It's not a big deal, it's just a cut. From when I tripped earlier... It's no big deal, really. And it's not your problem either. You don't have to act like you care, I won't sue you." A chuckle left your mouth, but Eren looked serious, like, a bit too serious.

He returned an eye roll and an exasperated sigh from your utterance, lifting himself off the bed to walk towards you.

"You are so infuriating, come here." Eren took your hand and led you to the bathroom across his room; You didn't really have a choice to deny his care.

You hoisted yourself on top of his marbled bathroom countertop. Eren took out his hair tie to put his hair up into a fresh messy bun. He was deep in thought, trying to figure out what to do with that cut of yours.

He looks really cute when he's serious... wait, no. don't fall for the sweet act, Y/n.

Eren throws you a disapproving look when he catches you smirking at him. Your cheeks were tinted crimson and that also annoyed Eren.

"This is really... unnecessary, Eren."

"Shut up."

"I- How can I when you're playing nurse? Do you think I could also have some milk and cookies?" You teased, and Eren gives you a look of pure hatred, causing you to stop giggling.

"Don't push it." He sternly spoke with a sigh.

Damn, why so serious?

Eren left the bathroom for about two-minutes, and then returned momentarily with some bandages, wipes, cotton, and Neosporin.

"Woah. Hey, Meredith Grey, it's just a damn cut." Eren ignored you, and crouched towards your knees. He used a small antiseptic towel to clean the cut. Eren was so fixated on your injury— it was almost as if nothing could distract him.

He had an oddly delicate and gentle touch when he was cleaning your cut; it was almost comforting. Eren bit his lips in frustration when he realized he was out of antiseptics. He actually looked....kinda cute to you when he was frustrated.

After a minute, he finally covered up your cut with a bandage. You exerted from his countertop, trying so hard to hide your flustered cheeks.

"Um. Thanks, Eren." It was so awkward for you to thank him for some reason.

"Whatever." He replied without a care.

Weird, didn't you just go out of your way to heal my little cut Eren? Don't act like you don't care now.

"Anddd you ruined the moment... Don't forget to memorize your part of the presentation!" You give Eren a little salute as a goodbye, leaving before you could see the little smile that you made him form on his lips.

A rare smile.

As you quickly exited Eren's house, you crashed into someone trying to enter it. A certain blonde to be precise, and you just so happened to recognize that blonde—It's the girl who's always with Eren.

You wondered if Historia and Eren were seeing each other. Not that it was any of your business, but the thought has been lingering in your mind for a while. She is absolutely gorgeous, the blonde looked like one of those models you would see on those sport illustrated magazines.

Historia analyzed you from bottom to top. You couldn't tell whether she liked what she saw, or not. Because her face showed no sign of emotion.

"You must be the girlfriend." You broke the awkward silence with the one question you needed an answer for—for some reason.

"Ew, no. I'm just a friend, and you are?" She questioned with a little sass.

Hmmm a friend, that's what they all say...

"Econ project." You answered.

Historia makes eye contact with you once again. The silence between you and her was unbearably uncomfortable. You needed to get out of her way...

"Yeah, uh it's nice meeting you!" You say with a warm smile, the corners of her lips lifted a bit as you brushed past her.

"Likewise....."

𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

9:00 𝗽𝗺

You were in your bedroom, fighting over a spring-roll with your brother because it was the last one. And, like, you had to have it because you're a fat-ass.

"I'm eating it, it's mine. Back the fuck off, Noah."

"Shut your fat-ass up, you're the one who literally ate the whole box, so let me at least have the last one."

"Wanna half it?" You suggest, because it was pointless to argue with a dimwit like Noah.

"Fine, deal."

You were sitting by your bedroom window, sharing a spring-roll with your annoying brother. You turned your head over to the window beside you which gave you a full view of Eren's house. But what caught your eye, was an unfamiliar red corvette parked across from Eren's place. The car was shiny and classic, definitely your type.

Guess who stepped out of the car though?

Jean fucking Kirstein. Leaning on his corvette as he waited for... someone to come out of Eren's place?

What the hell was he doing outside of Eren's house?

....

"Connie, hurry your ass up. Why are you at Eren's place anyways?" Jean questioned Connie as he saw him trying to catch his breath.

"What??? Don't bring me in your little situation with Eren. I was practicing the drums with Armin and him."

"Whatever, and what are you wearing? I told you to wear something discreet. What part of a Cookie Monster onesie is discreet?" Jean was completely mortified.

"Okay? You're wearing camo." Connie tried to defend his beloved Cookie Monster onesie.

"Thanks for the observation idiot. The goal of camo is to hide from people. And guess what Cookie Monster, we can't afford to be seen tonight." Jean rolled his eyes.

"I'm a ninja, dude. Don't worry about me, I'll blend in with the night." Connie tried to give some hope to Jean.

"Fine, fine, fine. Do you have the spray can bottles?" Jean asks Baldie with a crafty smile.

"Yeah, everything is in my Jeep."

"Great. Showtime. The mother-fucker is going to pay for what he tried to pull with Y/n....."

....

"Where are tweedle dee and tweedle dum going out this late dressed like that?" You were baffled, especially because Connie was wearing a whole Cookie Monster onesie...

"I don't know, but they look like they don't want to be followed." Noah shrugged in front of you.

Noah gave you a look, and you gave him the same expression. Twin-telepathy, except you and him weren't twins. But you both were thinking the same exact thing...

"In the mood for some snooping, lil bro?"

"Say less. Get the keys."

"On it, Sherlock!"

Tailing Jean and Connie....What could possibly go wrong?

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𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝘁𝗼?

𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗡𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁?

𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻..

Next on Complicated- Things heat up between You, Eren, and Jean. But everything complicates when Reiner becomes your foe.

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