#fandango sure is dramatic!

[vaniccio]

sea’s wol challenge — iv. ferality [5.4 spoilers]

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

Ardbert’s smile is thin as he stands beside her. “Just one?” 

At any other moment she would’ve snarked back. Said something witty. “I’m trying to ignore the others.” 

“With a sight like that?”

“Didn’t say I was succeeding at it.”

It feels like the dark, skeletal tower in the distance is mocking them. So close, yet a nightmare to get to—climbing down the jagged cliffsides of the floating city brought with it a million chances to break your neck. Getting to the base of the tower would be a hurdle in itself. 

Her expression remains carefully blank as the tower pulses steadily. “This used to be one of my favorite spots.”

“One of the more terrible crimes the Ascians have wrought,” Ardbert agrees, and she frowns at the hint of a sneer. “Marring a sightseeing perch.”

She knows they’re both on edge with this. Tense and keyed up and chafing against each other ever since Fandaniel left in a blaze of fire and dramatics from Ala Mhigo. 

And they both had a habit of lashing out when stressed. 

“Short a few marbles, that one,” Ardbert had said in the strained silence after the fires were put out.

“More like he lost the entire plot,” she’d said. 

They’d joked about it since it was necessary given the audience but the lingering weight of unease never left either of them. For all his theatrics, it was impossible to ignore the sinister veneer hanging over the Ascian. There was something feral about him—like a wild animal who’d found silks and dressed up in them to hide its jagged teeth.

“At least now we have something to look forward to,” she mumbles, rubbing her arm and trying to get rid of the goosebumps. “And… confirmation on Zenos. We have some sort of take on what he’s been doing. Finally.” 

Ardbert’s hand comes to rest on her shoulder. It feels like a reminder. Together, or not at all, he’d said. She feels the familiar urge to run, to hide where her problems won’t ever find her—won’t ever find him—rear its head again. It strikes her so hard she can’t help but suck in a breath. 

If she was being honest, some part of her could appreciate Fandaniel’s ruthless take on things. He didn’t strike her as tired—everything about the Ascian flaunted wild, unhinged energy—but she still wonders if some part of his actions are spurred by some deep-seated desire to rest. 

To finally bring an end to things and be done with it. 

Ardbert’s grip on her shoulder tightens. Another reassurance. Maybe a warning? It wouldn’t be the first time he’s read her like an open book. 

She sighs and reaches up to rest her hand over his. He feels like a much-needed anchor these days. A safe port to return to whenever she gets caught up in worrying. And despite the heavy air which lingers between them—which feels far too common now—she hopes she gives him an equal amount of reassurance. 

“I just… really don’t like this,” she repeats quietly, squeezing his hand. “There’s been this horrible, sinking feeling in my gut since they’ve cropped up across Eorzea. And an itch in the back of my head like I know what he’s planning but can’t fully piece together. I think that’s part of why this is driving me so mad. I know, but I don’t. It’s like trying to remember a hazy dream.” 

“And have you had any of those? About all this.”

“No.” The Echo, for once, has been silent for her—which feels like an omen in itself. 

His eyes narrow as though he’s also realized how unusual that is. She watches from her peripherals as he goes taut, back ramrod straight. The stance, too, is familiar: he’s coiled like he’s preparing for a fight.

This time, she’s the one resting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Didn’t ever think I’d want to keep having those kinds of dreams,” she says and rubs her thumb against his skin to ignore her own fraying nerves. “But then we’d at least know what to expect.” 

He remains quiet as he considers the ominous tower pulsating in the distance. It’s truly an ugly thing. A horrid monolith that reminds her eerily of the Void Ark. 

“Ugh.” She reaches up to run both hands down her face. “Gods, I hate this waiting. Part of me wishes the damn Ascian would just do whatever it is he wants to do already so we can do as we’ve always done. Why do they always do this dramatic build-up to what we all know will happen anyway?”

“Whatever it is he plans to do involves Zenos.” He gives her a measured, sidelong look. “And you weren’t keen on facing him again.” 

Her fingers dig into her palms. “I’m not. But I want to get this over with.”

After another pause, Ardbert glances away again. “...He’d mentioned the end of the world.”

“Like we haven’t faced that before.”

“You haven’t.” 

The sharp edge makes her pause. And suddenly, it clicks.

“Ardbert,” she says, careful. “The world’s not going to end.”

“I know.”

“It won’t.”

His jaw clenches. “I said I know. We won’t let it.” 

[deciphertheriddler]

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MUNDAY RP MEMES  || @arkhampsychiatrist

1. What have you learned about people in the recent years of your life?

hmmm that even friendships with big age gaps can be a problem if you don't act responsibly. And I'm specifically talking about the teens/young adults friendships. The adults have to be more aware of the role they're in, not just for the teen, but for themselves. It's hard to balance. You have to remember your recently turned 18 friends will probably act childishly, will have problems that sound silly when you're closer to 30, and it's not your place to tell them to cut it. And sometimes in a blended group of friends, not everyone will have the same levels of patience.

Idk just recognize when you're in a position of power and don't use it negatively.

57. Name one or two other hobbies apart from writing you have. How did you get into them?

Gaming. It all started in the 90s when I used to play games with my dad (like grim fandango and monkey island) and then it evolved into me getting a specific degree to work with games!!! I did a game once!!! I don't think I will be able to get a job in the industry!!! But I have this knowledge!!!

And reading, of course. I used to be that kid that read avidly. Now I read a lot less books, but I spend my time reading lots of fanfics. And stuff on the internet, like I love opening AITA on reddit and spending some time there.

59. How old were you when you first felt that you were truly independent?

Am I independent? *dramatic music* I'm not sure. I feel independent. I have felt like this for a long time. Maybe around 19 I guess. Wasn't something I noticed.

[aniseinthetemple]

Delphi Dance Academy

Founded in 1926 by Irish-Korean modern dancer Dearbhla Choi, The Delphi Dance Academy is the official school of The Delphic Dance Company and is one of South Korea’s top centres of excellence for modern, ballet and contemporary dance training. 

Innovative music and community engagement are crucial components of the Delphi Dance Group (DDG). The DDG's repertory ranges from 17th and 18th century works by Arcangelo Corelli and Antonio Vivaldi to more contemporary scores by Hildur Guonadóttir, Kaija Saariaho, and Unsuk Chin.

To make sure that its activities are accessible to everyone, The Delphi Dance Academy is committed to continued work on inclusion, equity, and diversity.

Instructors and staff

Madame Hera - Artistic director/choreographer Madame Arachne - Executive director, costume designer Madame Enyo - Ballet instructor, Chair Madame Iris - Modern dance instructor, Vice-chair

Works

A Study of Flesh (2013)

"...seems entirely appropriate and consistent with the music, while somehow being novel and unexpected at the same time." - DanceNotes

"Every cutting movement, from a savage gambol to a heartbreaking crawl, inspires a purely guttural reaction." - Seoul Times

Sea Major (2014)

"The final outcome is a piece that contains some familiar and beautifully dramatic music while also seeming to establish a completely new operatic experience." - Seoul Sounds

The Moon Will Sing (2015)

“This composition is enigmatic, fluid, and compelling.” - Seoul Times

Empress Fandango (2016)

"A legendary performance... The dancers are able to express the contradictory union of joyous sexuality and melancholy with the slightest of movements." - Seoul Arts Journal  

The Lovers’ Waltz (2017)

“The work demonstrates exactly how much [Hera] can do with a simple, almost prosaic dance repertoire and a tremendously diversified understanding of basic dance composition.” - Seoul Times

“Chirpy and romantic.” - The Seoul Herald 

Eros (2018)

"a humorous, brutal, emotional masterpiece... [Hera] embroiders gestures that waver between literal pantomime and sensual commentary" - The Seoul Pulse 

Kitten Land (2019)

"A piece that is joyous, bounding, and incendiary in the gentlest of ways." - The Seoul Herald 

the letter U (2020)

"The music is beautifully matched to the intimate rawness... The choreography is a remarkable study of the duet form and demonstrates the enchantment that two dancers can create together." - Times Union  

Gaia (2021)

"The six members of the cast make a series of falling, plunging, and soaring motions with such fluidity that it appears as though they are breathing together. It all appears to be the most logical - or perhaps the only conceivable - response to the music." - Seoul Sounds

[ click here to learn more about classes ] 

[codenamed-queenie]

Bohemian Rhapsody

No one knows who started it. Stephanie will claim credit whenever the topic’s brought up, but no one can really be sure. Because, really, when you and your caped family all spread out to the far reaches of the city at night, with no way to talk to each other except a group comm link...

Singing over said comms is inevitable. 

It started out innocently, enough. Dick and Barbara would hum radio tunes on boring stakeouts, and Bruce would pretend that it bothered him. Then, the two sidekicks got older--and bolder--and started expanding their musical range. By the time the others came around, it wasn’t uncommon on slow nights to hear a quick burst of song lyrics on someone else’s line. Anything ranging from nursery rhymes to hard rock classics. Dick’s Discowing phase scarred everyone, because with the frills and the mullet came an inexplicable obsession with ABBA. Jason fought back with overly loud rounds of ACDC as Tim frantically tried to hum Tchaikovsky to tune out his brothers. The others could only roll their eyes and listen passively to the cacophony. 

So really, the night when someone started out with a soft “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?” came as no surprise. This particular number had made appearances before.

No. The real surprise was when someone else picked it up. “Caught in a landslide, no escape from re-al-i-teeee...”

And where they left off, yet another Bat started up. “Open your eyes...”

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe there was just a collective frustration stemming from a case involving Victor Fries where the trail had literally gone cold. Maybe the fancy just struck all of the Family members at once. Whatever the reason, that night everyone sang, as they ironically pointed up at the lit batsignal in the cloudy Gotham sky, no matter where they were. “Look up to the skies, and seeeeee....”

And that was the first time they all sang Bohemian Rhapsody together. Bruce included, though to this day, no one really knows why. 

After that, it became something of an unspoken tradition. Boring nights were Bohemian Rhapsody nights. The rules were simple. Someone would start it up with the opening lines, and if no one else joined in, everyone would carry out the rest of patrol in silence (or with different musical selections). But the second someone--anyone--else picked up those next few words, the game was afoot. The rules dictated that once two people were singing on the line, everyone had to join in. No choice. No back-outs. If the others don’t hear your voice chime in, you’ll probably wake up the next morning with a Sharpie mustache. Maybe find something with too many legs in your breakfast cereal, or fall victim to a far more sinister prank. (It’s collectively assumed that this was how Bruce and Damian agreed to play along.)

But the kicker? Every Bat can hear the others perfectly, and the collective result actually isn’t half bad. On the comms, 

But to everyone else? The only thing they can hear is the Bat in front of them...

For instance:

Poison Ivy is still reeling from the time she was fighting off Batgirl and Spoiler, when suddenly, the purple girl skidded to a halt. She threw her arms out to the sides, tipped back her head and belted, “I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy!” Then immediately recovered and punched Ivy in the face.

Commissioner Gordon was getting a debrief on a case from Nightwing when suddenly the masked man held up a finger, cocked his head, then grinned as wide as a cheshire cat. It was unnerving. It was unsettling. But what followed was even more so.

“Is everything alright?” Gordon asked cautiously. Nightwing’s only response was to bellow out a loud, “~Easy come~!” 

Gordon took a step back, stuttering, “Um. S-son? What’s--” 

“~Little high~!” 

“I-I...don’t doubt that.”

If only the Commissioner knew that on the other side of the city, his daughter was perched behind her computer system singing softly, “Easy go...little low...” Softly, since she’s on the Birds of Prey group line as well.  It isn’t the first time this has happened, but her girls still don’t understand why their leader will randomly start singing in the middle of conversations. 

Bullock once called Batman in a panic. “Your boy’s danglin’ off the edge of a roof, Bats! And the stuff he’s sayin’--” 

Bruce could only sigh, “I’m sure it’s alright, Harvey.”

“Not hard to hear, he’s practically screamin;...uh, somethin’ about ‘his time has come’ and a shiverin’ spine...and ‘leavin’ you all behind to face the truth’. Aw, geez, Bats. Now he’s on about how he wishes he’d never been born at all.”

“Red Robin’s fine, Bullock.”

“You sure? He could be on another one’a his coffee benders or somethin’. The kid’s always worried me, Bats. This time he could be--”

“He’s fine.”

And Hugo Strange was almost tempted to check himself into his own facility when he saw Robin leaping amidst a hoard of angry Arkham inmates, all the while groaning out in staccato monotone, “I’m just a poor boy, no-bod-y loves me.” The girl calling herself Bluebird, who was fighting nearby, dropped everything to point at the small boy and bellow, “He’s just a poor boy, from a poor family! Spare him his life from this monstrosity!” Little did he know that every other Bat in the city was belting out the same line, scaring pedestrians and police officers alike. 

During an interrogation, a mob boss couldn’t believe his eyes when the Red Hood--leering above him with a fist full of his shirt--suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. Tilted his head as if listening to a thousand voices in that crazy head of his. Then he lowered the gun pressed to the man’s temple and groaned. 

“Seriously? Now? You guys!”

Then, with a sigh, he added in haunting falsetto, “Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?” The mobster’s jaw dropped as he proceeded to watch the schizo in front of him bark out several ‘let him go’s and ‘let me go’s successively, as if singing along with the demons in his head. (The poor man didn’t know the half of it.) 

And Jonathan Crane still has nightmares about the night he was squaring off against the Dark Knight himself. The Batman’s fist was poised over Scarecrow’s face when there was a pause, and annoyed huff from the man above him, then, a softly hesitant,

“Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the fandango?” 

The mere thought has haunted Crane ever since. 

Not to mention Bane’s confusion at seeing the Batwoman and the Signal lobby back and forth as they got in hits and kicks, 

“Galileo!” “Galileo!” “Galileo!” “Galileo! “Galileo FIGARO!” Signal took the high notes. Batwoman’s voice dropped very low for the rest. 

Sometimes, a family member will have to whisper the words, instead of singing. This was declared ‘allowed’ after the incident where Tim was hiding in an air duct above a gang meeting. His turn came and all that could be heard on the line was,

“Thunderbolts and lightning! Very very fright-ning m-AAGGGHHH!” Followed by the barrage of gushots as a dozen gang members whipped out their pistols and began shooting at the ceiling.

He was lucky. Only a few small scrapes. But after that, whispering was permitted. As was saying ‘not clear’ if one was in a dangerous situation. 

The only other rule is that every Bat must chime in together at certain points. But everyone’s favorite part is just after Jason, Dick and Bruce go on their back-and-forth ‘we will not let you go’ ‘let him go’ tirade. 

Namely? The guitar solo. 

Years of acapella over the comms have trained the Batfamily well. Some of them really get into it, pretending to strum air guitars, others only make the noises, (much to the confusion and terror of any non-Bat in the vicinity). Tim and Stephanie pick up the next few words, before finally, the mass rendition sobers a little. Things calm down. Usually, Nightwing or Red Hood can be found doing dramatic poses on rooftops as they pretend to be all angsty and brooding. (They’re not doing their best Bruce and Tim impressions...not at all...)

When the song ends with Cass gently singing out the last few words, Gotham City breathes a collective sigh of relief, and the Bats continue on their patrol as if nothing ever happened. As if nothing really matters...

(Feel free to add on!)

[spideycentral]

Fandango: How does it feel to finally have a trailer out there that speaks to the events of Avengers: Endgame?

Jon Watts: Oh my gosh. Oh man. Endgame being out, everyone knowing what happened... and now this trailer is such a relief, such a burden off of my shoulders to carry new secrets around with me.

Fandango: How far after the events of Avengers: Endgame does this film pick up? What is the New York that we're introduced to in this movie? What does Queens look like, post-Endgame?

Jon Watts: We don't say specifically how far after, but the idea is that it's almost immediately after the events of Endgame. So we get to see the neighborhood from the first movie dealing with the implications of all of the crazy fallout of Endgame. And, you know, in classic New York style, everyone is just moving on and getting on with their daily lives. Ya know, half the people that disappeared are now back, so let's move on. [laughs]

Fandango: Let's get to the most important question: Does Far From Home introduce the Multiverse to the MCU?

Jon Watts: Well, I mean, yeah. We had to look at it in terms of the scope of what happened at the end of Endgame. Seeing all the crazy things that they did and all the questions that raises. So we're definitely trying to answer one of the big ones -- alternate timelines. So many possibilities opened up at the end of Endgame, and Peter Parker is one of the few people on the ground dealing with them.

Fandango: Are you able to explain the rules of this multiverse in terms of how it differs from the Spider-Verse that we were introduced to in Into The Spider-Verse?

Jon Watts: I wouldn't dare! I'll let Nick Fury do that.

Fandango: Speaking of Nick Fury, what version of Fury are we seeing in this movie? Is he back running a new organization?

Jon Watts: Well, that was what was very exciting to me because this is a version of Nick Fury I don't think we've ever seen, which is a Nick Fury who is playing catch-up. He disappeared for five years and the world changed dramatically in his absence, and here he is trying to put together a new team.

Fandango: So is that his mission here -- to put together a new team?

Jon Watts: Yes, Spider-Man and Mysterio are being recruited to tackle this threat of the Elementals. That's what Nick Fury does, but now things are crazier than usual.

Fandango: The most memorable line in the trailer belongs to Nick Fury, when he says, "B*tch please, you been to space." What was the origin of that line, and did Samuel L. Jackson improv it?

Jon Watts: No no, we wrote that. I'm so happy it made the trailer. But I mean, how you gonna argue with Nick Fury? [Spider-Man] has been to space. You can't be pulling that card anymore cause Nick Fury will be the first one to call him on it.

Fandango: Who is Mysterio when we first meet him and what is his agenda?

Jon Watts: In the film, it's similar to the trailer, he is introduced as a potential ally to fight off this elemental threat.

Fandango: And these elemental monsters... are they from another Earth, too? The same one Mysterio claims to be from?

Jon Watts: Yes, exactly. Exactly. They're both from the same sort of parallel dimension, yeah.

Fandango: Gotta ask about Miles Morales, who was hinted at in Homecoming. Does this new multiverse mean we get to meet Miles in this film?

Jon Watts: There is no Miles in this film, or at least not yet. But who knows... we edit these films down to the last second, so you never know.

Fandango: We don't get to see Laura Harrier or Michael Keaton's characters in the trailer. Are they in the film?

Jon Watts: Keaton is not in the movie, and Laura is not in the movie.  

Fandango: What about Aunt May? We don't see her in the trailer either... did she survive the snap and age five years or was she snapped?

Jon Watts: She disappeared and came back.

Fandango: In the trailer, Fury says it was the "snap" that caused this rip in the universe. Does your film answer which snap it was? Was it the one that brought the heroes back or the one that killed the villains?

Jon Watts: Yeah, these are all great questions and there are so many answers, but I don't want to give it away.

Fandango: Five years have passed and Peter's friends are all still the same age. Will there be characters who we met inHomecoming who appear in Far From Home having aged those five years?

Jon Watts: Yeah, that's one of the fun things that we get to play with -- the sort of real-world, ground-level implications of something like that. You don't get to see any of the fallout in Endgame, and we get to explore that in our movie. It's really interesting and fun.

Fandango: That was one of the best parts of Homecoming, in terms of it giving us this ground-level version of the MCU. Like what happened to all that debris left over from the Battle of New York in The Avengers. Do you do a lot more of that in Far From Home, but with regards to the world post-Endgame?

Jon Watts: Yeah, exactly. I've always seen Spider-Man as the most relatable superhero for that reason. He is on the ground level of this fantastic universe. So many things happened in Endgame, but you don't see any of the fallout. So I used Peter Parker/Spider-Man as an opportunity to get that ground-level perspective to show you what it would look like if all these crazy things had happened. What would day-to-day life be? If you were snapped away, you'd have to work backwards and retake your midterms.

Fandango: Or what would the lines at the DMV even look like? Renewing your license or updating your passport? Are these things addressed in the film?

Jon Watts: Yeah, that was one of the most fun things -- just talking through what the most mundane implications would be. Like, your birthday on your driver's license or passport would say that you are five years older than you technically are. Those sorts of questions are just so fascinating to me, and I really wanted to get into the minutiae of it and really explore that.

Fandango: What is Happy Hogan's role in this film, and what is his life like, post-Tony Stark?

Jon Watts: Similar to Peter, who lost his mentor in Tony... you know, Happy has been there since the very beginning. I think a big part of this story is trying to find your place in the world if the center of your world is gone. I've always liked Happy as a character, and to use him to explore some of these things was really exciting. To explore a world without Tony, who was the man that created Iron Man.

Fandango: This time around, it seems the theme revolves around Peter's desire to remain a kid while struggling with this responsibility to take over Tony's role in the MCU. How accurate is that?

Jon Watts: Yeah, you know in the last movie, it was like he was ready to step up, but the world was telling him no. Now, the world is asking him to step up, and he's not sure whether he's ready for that level of responsibility. Like, he's still a 16-year-old kid from Queens. It's something I can relate, too. I remember being a kid and you desparately want to be treated as an adult. But then suddenly you're treated as an adult, and suddenly you realize that maybe it was better back when I was being treated as a kid. Once you cross that threshold, there's no going back.

Fandango: Homecoming felt very much inspired by the movies of John Hughes. What would you say are some of Far From Home's influences?

Jon Watts: I thought there were a lot more movies about high school kids going on European vacations. I thought that was totally a genre! So there wasn't the same kind of canon to draw from, which were like '80s and '90s coming-of-age movies, but as a result I think we got a lot more diverse influences across the board. It gave us an excuse to rewatch every James Bond movie.

Fandango: Are the James Bond movies a big influence on Far From Home? Did you screen them for the kids?

Jon Watts: No, we didn't do that this time around. I feel like Tom Holland has already seen every James Bond movie because he loves James Bond. For myself, the crew and the cast, it was all about immersing ourselves in European travel movies. There's so much to draw from there -- a lot more diverse.

Fandango: Early on in the trailer, we see Spider-Man fighting off some criminals. Are those criminals perhaps tied to someone like Kingpin?

Jon Watts: Well, I don't want to say too much, but I will say they're not specifically tied to Kingpin in this movie. But you do get to see what it's like now for Spider-Man to be a very confident and friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. I feel like he's got the neighborhood under control.

Fandango: What were you able to do in this film that you didn't get to do in Homecoming?

Jon Watts: Getting to work with Jake [Gyllenhaal] and Sam Jackson was amazing, but in terms of a pure filmmaking level, I really wanted to turn up the action and make that huge. In the last movie, we kept things a little bit smaller, intentionally, to remind people why they love Spider-Man. And without changing the tone, I wanted to keep that ground-level relatability, but also turn up the level of action to create something really spectacular. I wanted to show people things that they've never seen before at the movies.

Fandango: In terms of what we see in the trailer, is there a ton more we're not seeing?

Jon Watts: You know, for a trailer that has a lot of stuff in it, it's just really scratching the surface.

[concussed-to-pieces]

Overtrope

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Roman Reigns

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: THIRST PARTY SATURDAY! I hope everyone has had a good week! This was brought into being because I watched too many of those terrible cop movies from the eighties and nineties. Be warned! This is some gratuitously-written stuff right here, with a silly plot and so many tropes I literally named it Overtrope. I hope you guys like your officers ultra cheesy. Tagging @toxiicpop, @oraclegazes and of course, the King Captain @hardcorewwetrash! Enjoy!

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: For reckless disregard of actual law enforcement protocols, homophobia and anilingus/analingus.]

Roman Reigns tapped his fingers absently on the steering wheel as he waited for his new partner to show up. He should have known better than to think the guy’s flight would be on time.

The radio was on, playing some upbeat synthpop crap that he’d heard a thousand times before. The neon sign for the motel across the street kept flickering about the fact that there was (no) vacancy, bright tubes buzzing in the spring rain.

When Commissioner Hunter Helmsley had ordered him up to his office, Roman had figured he was overdue for a chew out. Instead, Hunter had grumbled about his ulcer for a couple minutes, about how he was getting too old for this shit. Then he got to the point, all but flinging a thick file at Roman. The younger officer had caught it with ease, leafing through it curiously.

“Potential partner fodder.” Hunter mumbled around his cigarette, watching Roman closely. Reigns resented that a little; he was hardly volatile in an office environment and he said as much. Hunter waved off his annoyance and stabbed a thick finger down on the picture stapled to the file. “Ambrose was a regular nutcase through the academy according to the guys out in Cinci. Lost his partner recently and he’s requested a transfer out to us. Interested?”

“Your tone indicates I don’t have much of a choice.” Roman had answered dryly.

“Reigns, you’re the best man we have for the job. This shit is all you know, and you’ve got decent people skills. I’m paying you to babysit this lunatic so he doesn’t cost our department in the long run.” Hunter ashed his cigarette in a tray that already had sixteen butts in it.

“Those things’ll kill you, y’know.” Roman commented absently, squinting as he read a few of the bullet points on the transfer’s sheet. “He blew up a tanker? Commish…”

“So he’s kinda’ a loose cannon. You can even him out.” Hunter shrugged. “Look, with this orphan benefit gala on the calendar, we need to beef up the security in the city. We need more manpower.”

“Man, my people skills consist of listening. You sure you want this guy?”

“Absolutely. If Dean can keep his shit together, I think you two could rival me and Michaels.” Hunter had clapped him on the shoulder, then dismissed him.

So here he was, waiting outside the crowded airport along with a horde of cabs. Roman itched to get out of the car, he hated the feeling of being surrounded but he also hated getting soggy. He fumbled around behind the driver’s seat, trying to locate that old umbrella.

The passenger’s side door was yanked open so hard the car rocked, and a duffel bag that might have once been green nearly took Roman’s head off as it sailed by him to crash into the backseat. “Oh! Shit, man I’m so sorry.” The guy who ducked his head to apologize before flopping into the passenger’s seat was…Roman swallowed hard. The grainy black-and-white photo didn’t really do Dean Ambrose justice. The brilliant blue eyes leveled curiously at Roman effectively tied his tongue in knots. “This is…you are the guy here to uh, come pick me up, right? I’m not getting into some stranger’s sedan, am I?” Dean asked warily, rainwater dripping from his bangs.

He was tall and slender and effortlessly attractive, everything that Reigns wasn't. It hurt a little. “You’d be getting into a stranger’s sedan regardless.” Roman managed to say.

Dean chuckled, the noise rougher than Roman expected. “True enough.” He extended a hand to Roman, who shook it after a second of hesitation. “Ambrose. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot of bad shit about me.” His dimpled grin seemed to indicate that he was totally fine with that.

Roman belatedly realized that he should probably introduce himself. “Reigns.” He said, louder than he needed to.

“Yeah…?” Dean asked slowly, raising an eyebrow. “It rained a lot back in Cincinnati too, man.”

“No no, that’s my name. Reigns.” Roman was flustered now, feeling like an idiot as he carefully pulled away from the curb.

“Chief Helmsley said your name was Greek…wait, shit, no.” Dean snapped his fingers. “Trojan. Achilles? Shit, Roman?”

Roman couldn’t help his little snort of laughter. “Yeah, the last one. I was just gonna’ let you keep going but Breeze already calls me Conan. This could get out of hand.”

“Roman Reigns.” Dean rolled the ‘r’ on his last name in a way that should have been obnoxious, like the kids in middle school. “S’ a badass name.”

Roman was horrified to find himself blushing. “Thank my parents, I guess. You uh, want to get something to eat?”

“Reigns, you’ve said the magic word.”

…

Roman got a firsthand experience witnessing the loose-cannonry when he and Ambrose were put out on a case together. Someone had been sabotaging shipments of party supplies for the benefit gala and Helmsley wanted them to track down a suspect.

Dean barely waited for Roman to close the door of the cruiser before he was gunning the engine to life and peeling out of the parking lot of the coffee shop. Roman pressed a hand to the ceiling, startled. “You got a roast in the oven or something, man?”

“I had an idea when I was in line. I’ve seen that guy before, the one Helmsley showed us pictures of.” Dean crammed a whole donut into his mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing before continuing, “He goes past that shitty little apartment complex I live in. Seen him walking around pretty regularly in my off-time.” He gave Roman a sideways grin. “Let’s go catch us a rat.”

Reigns didn’t really know how much stock he was willing to put into the guy currently driving like a madman. Dean had barely been in the city for two weeks and was somehow already a leading authority on the patterns of a suspect? But Roman had to admit (at least to himself) that they had nothing else to go on. Commissioner Helmsley hadn’t exactly been a massive help. The file on their suspect was empty aside from a few blurry surveillance photos.

Once Ambrose had safely parallel-parked the cruiser in a (relatively) inconspicuous location by the corner, he opened up the box of donuts on his lap and stuffed another into his mouth. “Fuggin’ delishush.” He mumbled, washing it down with a healthy swig of coffee.

Roman pulled his lunch bag out from under the seat, preemptively bracing himself for some discussion involving his food choices when he opened it.

“S’at rice?” Dean asked with his mouth full.

Roman simply nodded and tucked into the small jar of coconut rice that was his usual snack while out on the beat. It was easy to make; he could use the leftovers from the Chinese food of the night before if he had to.

“Plain rice?”

“No, coconut.”

“Oh.”

Roman tensed up, waiting for the inevitable smartass comment. He already avoided eating in the break room after making the mistake of offering Officer Amore a bite of homemade fish salad and being treated to the guy gagging dramatically. Enzo proceeded to sneer a couple of off-color comments involving the smell of Roman’s lunch and its apparent similarity to the smell of a prostitute. The whole break room broke out into riotous laughter, a few officers catcalling the large man standing there with a Tupperware container in his hands.

“Reigns would like 'em fishy, he's always hanging around Breeze and Fandango!”

It might not have been so bad if Roman hadn't made the salad because he was desperately missing his family and he wanted a taste of home. It might not have been so bad if Enzo had stopped at one comment. But he was missing his family and Enzo didn't stop and Roman might have...accidentally dumped a cup of lukewarm, sugar-heavy coffee over the smaller man's head, effectively ruining his carefully-maintained hair.

It was fresh fish, it didn’t smell, but since Enzo had revealed the gap in his armor everyone would jeer at him when he brought his lunch into the break room. Even the lasagna made with his mother's recipe was met with suspicion.

“Watch out, the whole room will smell like low tide by the time his break is over!”

It wasn’t worth the aggravation to continue eating in the break room. Yeah, sure, it made him feel like he lived in the cruiser some days, but Roman told himself it was better than losing his job due to letting his emotions get the best of him. God forbid he do something boneheaded and get himself kicked off the force over his lunch choices.

“You and that goddamn coconut shit again. Don't you eat anything normal?”

Dean didn���t say anything else though, the light-haired man already powering through his fourth donut. Then, Ambrose suddenly stopped eating. The box of donuts was wordlessly shoved to the dashboard and Dean opened the door and practically launched himself bodily from the cruiser.

Roman, utterly bewildered, watched Dean take off down the sidewalk after a rotund gentleman in a cheap-looking suit. “Shit man, at least say something first. Like 'there he is!'. Or, 'come on, Reigns!'” He grumbled, taking the keys out of the ignition and kicking open his own door. “Wait, Ambrose!” He called, making their suspect break into a run.

Then Ambrose turned around to yell, “Come on, Reigns!���, jogging in place. Reigns rolled his eyes and locked the cruiser.

Roman was no average sprinter and he had the thighs to prove it. If there was one thing he could take pride in, it was his conditioning. But their suspect was a nondescript businessman and they kept losing track of him in the thick pedestrian traffic of downtown. Dean was relentless though, the light-haired man constantly scanning the crowds in front of them. Roman had never seen anyone look quite so threatening with a smear of pink donut frosting on their cheek.

Dean hauled their suspect to his feet when they finally cornered him, tightly gripping the front of his shirt. “Alright buddy, you know exactly why we’re here.” He snapped. He didn’t seem particularly winded, despite the somewhat lengthy chase this individual had led them on before Reigns managed to head him off with a legitimate tackle over a chain link fence. Roman would be the first to admit he’d gotten caught up in the thrill of the chase, and the momentary flash of surprise on Dean’s face at his full-body assault was much more gratifying than it needed to be. Ambrose had been impressed. “You gonna’ tell me what I need to know, or is Freight Treigns over here gonna’ have to knock your teeth out? Did I mention he’s the good cop?”

Freight Treigns. Roman squared his shoulders subtly, already feeling the nickname.

“He could break your ribs with a snap of his fingers. Feel like talkin’ yet, buddy?”

“Alright, cool it. You got me, okay? I’m here. There’s no need to be rough.” The older man was sweating profusely, his eyes darting back and forth between the angry blond in front of him and the dark-haired man to the side. “What do you want to know?”

“Motherfucker do not play games with me! You know damn well what I want, so spill!” Dean’s sidearm was out of the holster before Roman could blink. Granted, he had the safety on while he…negotiated with the suspect, but it Roman was abruptly thankful that they had ended up in a secluded alleyway. “I want dates, times, birthdays, social security numbers, maiden names, give me the fucking scoop before they have to wash you off the sidewalk with a fire hose.”

“I’d do as he says.” Roman grunted when the man locked eyes with him. “My good cop routine is a little rusty.”

“Look Ambrose, you don’t understand, they’ll kill me if I-”

The safety clicked. “What makes you think I won’t?” Dean’s voice was soft as he prodded the side of the man’s head with the barrel of his gun. “Talk to me, Pauly. You and I both know that intel ain’t worth dying over.”

“Alright Ambrose, alright.” Paul relented, quivering all over his doughy body.

Dean amicably holstered his gun and retrieved his notepad from a back pocket, opening it to a fresh page. “We got a few donuts back in the car, Paul, you want one? Probably tanked your sugar trying to get away.”

“No, no, I just want to answer your questions so I can leave.” Paul straightened out his tie and suitcoat, appearing a little less frightened. His eyes wandered to Roman again. “This your replacement for Rollins?” His tone wasn’t openly hostile, he almost sounded curious.

Dean’s pen snapped in his grip, black ink spattering violently across his navy blue work shirt. Ambrose gave no other outward indication that he’d even heard Paul. He accepted a spare pen from Roman with a nod of gratitude and continued writing everything down.

The way Dean blatantly ignored his question seemed to catch Paul’s interest, and Roman watched as the older man’s visage took on a gleefully mean look he’d seen many times on the face of one Enzo Amore. “That was a messy job with Rollins, wasn’t it? Blown sky-high. I heard all about it.” Paul said slowly. “Everyone knows what happened.”

“You shut the fuck up.” Ambrose hissed.

“Mr. Black is who you’re looking for, Ambrose. Tyler Black. I would say good luck, but what’s the point?” Paul shrugged, awfully brave all of a sudden. “You’re a dead man if you go after him.”

Dean grabbed Paul by his ill-fitting suitcoat and slammed his back against the chain link fence. “That’s it, Heyman. You’ve just earned your ass a one-on-one interview in the cinderblock room downtown. Move it.” He snarled.

Ambrose was deadly silent while he drove, giving Roman ample opportunity to radio dispatch and let them know the situation. Paul was quiet and docile in the backseat, but whenever he did speak it was to needle Ambrose further. Roman was honestly surprised that the steering wheel was in one piece by the time they arrived at the station.

Dean dumped the remainder of his donuts at the front desk once Paul was checked in and secured in a holding cell. “Lost my appetite.”

“Ambrose, do you want to talk ab-”

“Well well well!” Came the bullhorn-loud voice of the one person Roman didn’t want to see at a time like this. He wondered sometimes if Enzo actually worked, or if he just hung around the station providing garbage commentary on his day to day. “Look what the cat dragged in! Heya’ lunatic, why the long face?”

Roman blinked, confused momentarily before he realized that Enzo was talking to Dean. And Ambrose responded immediately by whirling to face the smaller man. “What the fuck did you just call me?”

A smarter individual would have known that was their opening to depart as quickly as possible. “Lunatic, I’ve read your file man. You’re nuts! Guess that’s why the commish stuck you with Reigns. Probably hopes you’ll get rid of him, too.” Enzo sneered.

Dean’s eyes widened and Roman quickly took hold of the other man’s arm, shaking his head. “Don’t bother, Ambrose. He’s not worth it.”

“Aw c’mon, Reigns! Lemme’ go a few rounds with the big lug!” Enzo jabbed at the air in front of Ambrose and Roman was hard-pressed to keep Dean where he was.

“Enzo, if I believed you’d actually fought someone fair once in your life, I’d absolutely let you guys swing at one another.” Or if I believed Ambrose would let you survive the encounter. Roman kept that thought to himself.

“Who said anything about fair?” Dean snapped his teeth violently at the smaller man, who suddenly went pale. “If he’s got a problem with me or my record, I’d like to rectify it. With a pummeling.”

“He’s not worth the energy. Guy’s always yipping at someone’s heels and being a nuisance.” Roman shook his head. “Mostly to me. So trust me when I say he isn't worth it.”

“Is that so?” Dean’s smile crept across his face but didn’t reach his eyes. “I want you to keep your mouth shut around me, Fuzzy.” He leaned down so he was eye to eye with Enzo, who looked like he might be sick. “You have no idea what the hell I’ve been through, but if you keep up with that kinda’ bullshit to me or my partner, I may treat you to a free sampler. We clear?”

“Crystal.” Amore said weakly.

“Great. Leave.” Dean ordered and Enzo scrambled away, probably heading to the break room to sulk and lick his wounds. “How does a guy like that have a badge?” He grumbled. “I’m an asshole, yeah, but I try to reserve it for the scumbags that earned it.”

“Remind me to tell you about his reaction to my lunch.”

“Lunch?”

“It’s a great story. Not disheartening in any way.”

…

It wasn’t too often that Roman’s phone rang, especially this late at night. He’d gone to bed hours ago.

“You’re where?” Roman yawned, the sheet falling to his hips as he sat up.

“Bar. Big one. Man, your mouth is somethin’ girls dream about havin’.”

Well if he hadn’t been awake before, he sure as hell was now. “I-I-I’m…excuse me?!”

“Freight Treigns you gotta’ come get meeee…I have a leeeeeeeead.”

“Did you find it at the bottom of a bottle?”

“Mm, kinda’. Look, s’a bar in…in…of all the gin joints in all the towns. Pay phone outside it.”

“Casablanca?” Roman hated himself a little for instantly knowing which place Dean was referring to. That was a gay bar. Club. Whatever. What kind of lead could Ambrose have picked up there? Unless… “Ambrose are you…are you in some kind of trouble? Is there someone there listening?” Roman struggled into a pair of jeans, trying to maneuver around the cord of the telephone.

“No-man, Ro-man, I was jus’ in for a drink.” Ambrose snickered, seeming very pleased with himself. “Look, I’ll see you inna’ li’l while, okey doke? Dime’s about-”

The receiver abruptly clicked and a dial tone buzzed in Roman’s ear. Reigns sighed, throwing on a probably-clean t-shirt and tucking his long hair up into his usual baseball cap. He debated leaving the phone off the hook in case Dean called back, but the other man had sounded pretty tipsy and Roman doubted he would put together that the busy signal meant he was on his way.

He’d been to Casablanca a few times. When he was feeling brave. Sometimes Fandango and Breeze got him to tag along with them. Roman snorted at the way Dean had tried to imitate Humphrey Bogart, “in all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world…”, fingers nervously drumming an off-kilter rhythm on the steering wheel of his sedan as he eased his way into the late-night traffic.

Casablanca was busy tonight, of course it was. Roman sighed heavily. Plenty of people here to see him being brazen about who he was. Fucking Ambrose. He made the block and parked on the other side of the building, trying to be as inconspicuous as someone of his stature could be. Roman couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Get in, get Ambrose, get out.

Easier said than done, of course. The bouncer at the door (a huge bear of a man named Braun) didn’t give him any trouble, but the poorly-veiled sympathy in his eyes sat in Roman’s stomach like a rock. “Back again, huh? What is it this time?” Braun asked.

“I’m just here for a friend.” Roman tried to smile, tried to ignore the fact that apparently everyone else knew his habits better than he did. Sure, fine, he found himself here more often than not after a day had gone sour and he needed to forget with a drink and some people-watching. He didn’t dance, not really, he was too big for that. After witnessing Fandango and Breeze cut a rug on more than one occasion, he was hesitant to so much as toe the smooth tile of the dance floor lest he sully it. Casablanca was for people like them, all lithe and graceful. People like him? Door watchers, guard dogs. Kept the slim, pretty ones safe. Roman shook off his melancholy thoughts. Ambrose. Focus, Reigns.

Inside was the familiar pulse of electronic music, the disorienting flashes of lights that transformed the room into a mass of grasping hands, smoke and alcohol. Roman had been hoping that Dean would be intelligent enough to stay by the door, but he should have known it wouldn’t be that simple.

Keeping his eyes on the dance floor, Reigns eased his way around the swirling maelstrom to approach the bar. Bayley waved to him with a big smile, bouncing over to lean on the counter. “Conan! It’s been a while, what can I get you?”

“Just information tonight, Hugger. I’m looking for a guy. He’s about this tall, light hair, blue eyes, thin.” Roman held up a hand to indicate Dean’s height, running through a mental list of what he might have been wearing. “Possibly in a black leather jacket, not like a bomber jacket, regular style. Red stripes on the cuffs. Looks a little loose on him.”

Bayley’s eyes glassed over for a second, that picture-perfect memory that had helped Reigns more than once hard at work, and then she was back with an enthusiastic nod. “Yeah! He talked with me for a while. Told me to call him Bogart, asked some questions. I’m not sure where he went, though. He mentioned he wasn’t the dancing type. Why, what’s he done?”

“He’s my partner-” Bayley’s squeal of delight interrupted Roman and he had to quickly add, “Work, woman, from work. Calm down. He called me, maybe half an hour ago? Forty minutes?”

“Check the bathroom?” She suggested, raising an eyebrow. “He was putting them away pretty quickly and he didn’t want any water in between.”

Roman nodded, sliding away from the counter once more. One lead was better than no lead, he reminded himself. “Hey Conan!” Roman heard Fandango over the throb of the music and he turned, giving the gyrating man a tired smile.

“What’s up, ‘Dango? Where’s Breeze?” Fingers grazed the back of Roman’s neck but at this point he was used to it, chuckling and brushing the smaller man off. Tyler got handsy when he was a little drunk.

“Conan! You came by yourself! I’m so proud of you.” Breeze clung to Roman’s tattooed arm, tapping the bridge of the larger officer’s nose. “’Dango almost lost his badge today. Enzo again.”

Roman tensed up. “What did he do now?”

Tyler fell silent, still wrapped around Roman’s arm. Fandango just shook his head, carefully peeling his partner off him. “You’re not really dressed for a night out, Conan.” Fandango pointed out, quickly changing the subject.

Dean. “You’re right, I’m just here to pick someone up. I’ll see you guys later, okay?” Reigns bolted for the restrooms. Dean. He barely resisted kicking the door in, it’s a push door you idiot stop trying to flex, still managing to shove it so hard it banged loudly on the wall behind it. He was instantly on guard and his ears picked up the too-familiar sound of someone hacking and retching. “Ambrose?”

“Rrr…” The groan was barely audible over the music pounding through the walls.

“Ambrose, shit.” Dean was slumped over the toilet in the lone stall, his body limp aside from the twitch of his fingers. Roman quickly dropped to one knee, cupping Dean’s chin to pull his face up out of the bowl. “Ambrose? Ambrose, you in there?”

“Yeah.” Dean breathed. His lip was bleeding, looked like he’d picked at the skin until it tore. Nervous habit, Roman noted absently. “M’ here, Rollins.” Dean reached up and shakily touched the side of Roman’s face, brushing the other man’s neatly-trimmed sideburns. “Y’shaved, looks good. Like it.” He smiled, expression dazed at best.

Rollins. “Sorry Ambrose, it’s Roman. Not Rollins.” Reigns tried to snap Dean back to reality but all he got was a blank stare. “Roman, your partner? The police officer?”

“Y’not Seth.”

“Bingo, Dean.”

Dean’s face suddenly brightened. “Freight Treigns! I di’nt think you’d come f’ me. Hi!” He said cheerily. “I wanna’…uh, hol’on.” Dean clumsily scrubbed at the blood on his lip with his cuff. “There’s a great girl workin’ th' bar, great girl.”

“Ambrose, you called me, said you had a lead.” Roman gingerly pulled Dean upright, the thinner man swaying on his feet.

Dean wasn’t paying attention, seemingly mesmerized by the ink on Roman’s arm. “Holy fuck.” He whispered, sounding awed as he stared down at the tribal artwork. “I…Freight Treigns, when didja’ get this?”

“Five minutes ago, found it in a Crackerjack box, seriously?” Roman huffed. “You woke my ass up out of a sound damn sleep, told me you had a lead.” He muscled the thinner man to the sink and Dean leaned over it obediently. A little too obediently. Roman’s eyes narrowed. He dampened a paper towel and started to clean Dean’s face up. There were tear tracks on the other man’s cheeks and Reigns’ clinical motions gentled somewhat. “Ambrose, talk to me. What happened here, man?”

“Heymannnn…talkin’ about Seth. I-I needed. Needed a drink.” Dean mumbled. “The girl. The bar girl. Bay leaf.”

“Bayley.” Roman corrected him quietly.

“Said she’d seen someone. Matched his description. Said he came here sometimes. Called himself Black.” Dean’s eyes filled with tears. “He died Roman, he died an’ I couldn’t do anythin’ ‘bou’it.”

“What happened to him?” Dean started up with this weird noise that set Roman’s teeth on edge. It took him a second to recognize that it was a sob. “Alright, okay, easy Ambrose.” He said quickly, trying to head off the waterworks. “I got it, no more questions.”

Dean shook his head violently, almost tipping himself over. Roman grabbed the arm of his jacket, steadying him while Dean pressed a hand to his mouth to muffle the sobs. “My f-fault, all m-m-my f-f-”

“Whatever happened, I doubt it was your fault.” Roman sighed, unwrapping a piece of gum and popping it into Dean’s mouth. “Here, chew. It’ll settle your stomach and deal with your cottonmouth,” he hoped. “No more crying man, c’mon. You’re already a mess. You didn’t take anything else, did you? Just drinks, right?”

Dean gripped his arm tight and buried his face in Roman’s chest. Reigns could feel his jaw working as he chewed the gum and whimpered helplessly before he finally shook his head no. “Can’t. Won’t do that shit.”

Slowly, trying not to startle him, Roman wrapped his other arm around Dean’s shoulders. “You’re alright, Ambrose. You’ll be okay.” He murmured, trying for a reassuring tone. “Am I bringing you home or bringing you to my place?” He didn’t exactly believe that Ambrose would go right to bed if he left him to his own devices. Roman knew he could at least make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit or something equally unpleasant.

Dean didn’t answer, just pushed his face further into Roman’s chest. That couldn’t be comfortable.

“My place it is. C’mon.”

Bayley winked at him from the bar when they slowly migrated by, and Roman huffed indignantly before childishly sticking his tongue out at her.

…

Dean was so far gone that Roman had a difficult time getting him up the stairs of his apartment building. Half-carrying, half-dragging him under the arms, Ambrose tried to help but mostly wrapped his body around Roman. It hurt a little to see, how desperate Dean was to have some kind of contact when he was clearly out of it.

Roman finally unlocked his door and attempted to ease Ambrose onto the couch. Dean dissolved into a puddle on the soft surface, the tall man curling up in a ball. His eyes followed Roman through a series of slow blinks, struggling out of his jacket so he could drape it over himself. “Not Rollins.” He mumbled, snuggling into the jacket.

“Not Rollins.” Roman barely kept from feeling Ambrose’s forehead for a fever. “Just Roman. Can you drink a glass of water?”

“S’important. Yeah. Can do whatever y’need.” Ambrose grabbed the back of the couch and leveraged his body into a sitting position. “So tired.”

“You’re loaded, Ambrose. That’s usual.” Roman thought longingly of his bed, getting a glass of water from his pitcher in the fridge. After a moment of deliberation, he popped open the bottle of Tylenol as well. Worse came to worst, it’d just come back up. “Here man. Drink and take these.”

“N’pills.” Dean slurred, trying to push Roman’s hand away after he carefully took the glass of water. “No pills. Ll’be ‘kay.”

“It’s just some Tylenol. For your headache.” Roman explained, sighing when Dean stubbornly shook his head. “Alright, but no whining in the morning when you have a forehead splitter.”

“Won’t do pills. Even little ones. Leads t' more, leads t' more leads'a more.” Dean squinted up at the larger man, looking uncommonly serious. “Be careful.”

“Alright, you have a hard limit. Wasn't sure. I won't offer again.” Roman yawned widely, stretching his arms over his head. When he dropped them again, Dean was blatantly staring at him. “What?” Roman asked uncomfortably after a moment had gone by.

“God, y' so pretty.” Dean lapped clumsily at the water that remained in the cup. “Th' tattoo? A-All of you? There's jus' so much of you an' I...I wanna' touch all of it.” He flopped back onto the couch, cradling the empty glass to his chest. “Oh man, Ro-man...” He said in a singsong cadence.

Roman silently pried the cup out of his hands and went to put it in the sink. When he returned, Ambrose was sound asleep. Reigns yanked the baseball cap off his head and dragged his hands through his hair, making a frustrated noise. Of course, the guy with the big blue eyes would be the one to get blackout drunk and spill his feelings while looking pitiful in that special way that made Roman want to bundle him up and protect him.

He'd be straight when the sun rose tomorrow, sure as hell.

Roman still grabbed one of the blankets from his bed and tucked it over Ambrose. He may be a lovesick idiot, but he wasn't an asshole.

...

The betrayal came as a shock. An awful, gut-wrenching shock. Roman hadn’t even known Rollins…Black, whoever. All he knew was that he’d been blown up, Ambrose blamed himself and that was that. But it seemed that Rollins was none the worse for the wear after being blown up, if the cackling laughter in the old warehouse was any indicator.

Commissioner Helmsley had demanded that Roman go after Dean when the blond had lashed out over being taken off the case. “It’s too close to home for you, Ambrose! Your personal bias can’t get in the way of this arrest!” Hunter had argued, so agitated that he’d accidentally snuffed out his cigarette on the desk instead of in his ash tray. The whole precinct must have heard their heated back and forth.

Dean obviously hadn’t been thinking clearly when he stormed off and the Commissioner had called Roman in on his day off. Not that he’d been doing anything except being mopey.

So here he was, crouched behind a stack of crates and listening in on a conversation he definitely wasn’t meant to hear.

“I thought you died.” Ambrose's voice trembled.

“That was the point, idiot. That was the plan from the beginning.”

Roman was willing to bet that Dean hadn’t had a clue about what he would do if he got to Rollins first, only a vague hope that his former partner was alive and not…well, up to nefarious activities. He was willing to bet that Ambrose hadn’t even strapped on his vest.

“You were always so fucking soft.” There was a hollow clacking noise, metal on metal. “You and your busted home and your ‘I just wanna’ help people Seth’.” Rollins spat. “Jesus Christ I was glad when I finally got to go dark. Meant I didn’t have to deal with your ass.”

“Seth, please-”

“Fuck you, don’t even talk to me. I should have blown your brains out.”

“Rollins, there has to be--”

“Are you really gonna’ do this? The whole, ‘there’s still good in you’ speech? Fuck’s sake Ambrose. Every cop is a crooked cop, one way or another.” Seth snorted derisively.

“Not my partner.”

“What did I just-”

“No, not you. My current partner. He’s different. He’s not like me, but he’s sure as fuck not like you either.” Dean snarled. “He's great. Smart. Believes in the good in people.”

“Christ, you’re pitiful and impotent. Don’t get me wrong, you coming here is gonna’ fuck up a couple things in the long run. But right now you can sit tight and wait for the boom.” That laughter rang out again and then Seth amended, “You and your buddy.”

A cold chill ran down Roman’s spine. “I came alone, Seth.” Dean sounded defeated. “Wanted to see whether it was true or not. I needed to know. I came alone.”

“Oh yeah?” The sharp click of a safety met Roman’s ears. “Come out or I do some interior decorating with his bodily fluids.” Seth snapped. “You have to the count of three. One!”

There was a grunt of pain from Ambrose and Roman flinched.

“Two!”

On the slim chance that Rollins would actually not shoot Dean in the head, Reigns bolted to his feet. “Wait!” He yelled, his own gun trained on the man they had all thought was dead. Seth had a pistol pressed to Dean’s temple and Roman deflated. “Please wait. Don’t…don’t hurt him.” The larger officer begged. “He’s worth much more to you alive, you need to think--”

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot if you think I need either of you alive.” Seth grinned, leveling his gun at Roman instead.

“Run, Reigns!” Ambrose shouted, struggling with the cuffs that secured him to a pylon. Rollins tore at his hair to silence him. “Seth, don’t-!”

The shot caught Roman square in the chest and he staggered back, bumping into the wall of warehouse crates. He slid slowly to the floor. He hadn’t expected it to hurt quite so much, but he supposed that was the point.

“No!” Dean screamed over Seth’s continued cackling. “You’re not getting away with this, Rollins!”

“Pretty sure I am. Now shush. You’ve only got maybe five minutes before that bomb goes off and you’re both deep fried. Might as well savor your last moments together while he bleeds out. I’ve got an orphan benefit gala to crash.” Seth holstered his gun and rumpled Ambrose’s hair. “It’s been an experience, Dean.”

Roman waited until he heard the sound of tires on gravel before sitting up with a grimace and straining to open his uniform shirt. His bulletproof vest made a popping noise, the bullet lodged firmly in the area over his heart. “Fuck, I’m going to have the worst kink in my neck.” He grunted. Dean’s face was priceless, his jaw gone slack as he watched Roman get to his feet. Reigns pulled out his cuff keys and quickly freed his partner, offering him a hand to help him up. “C’mon Ambrose. We got work to do.”

Dean grabbed his hand and dragged him into a fierce embrace. Roman felt tears dampen the fabric of his undershirt. “Thought you were dead.” Ambrose managed to say before Roman was hauling him bodily towards the door.

“There’s no time for that now, Ambrose, did you forget that this place is rigged to blow?!” Roman shouldered the door open, trying to put as much distance as possible between them and the building. He grappled with the walkie on his shoulder for a second before finally getting the right button. “Dispatch, this is officer Reigns! Officer Reigns to dispatch, do you copy?”

There was a heart-stopping buzz of static, then Stephanie’s voice replied, “Dispatch to officer Reigns, what is your location?”

“Warehouse district, the docks. We had a hostile run-in with the suspect, he’s headed to the gala! Repeat, Black is headed to the orphan benefit g-”

The warehouse exploded behind them with a thunderous boom, knocking both men off their feet. Roman quickly rolled to cover Ambrose, Dean’s hand finding his own after a minute. “Roman!” Dean yelled over the ringing in Roman’s ears, coughing violently. “You okay?”

“Been fucking better!” Roman replied, snapping an arm over Dean’s head to protect him from the smoldering debris raining down. “You?”

“Aside from the raging boner I have from you being pressed up against me? Couple scrapes!”

Roman couldn’t help his nervous chuckle, whole body trembling from their close call. “Fuck, we could have died!”

Dean struggled to roll onto his back beneath Roman, grinning wildly up at him and then pulling the other man's face down for a breathtaking kiss. “Nah, no way! You said so yourself, Reigns! We've got work to do!” He panted when they parted.

…

Through the collective efforts of the force, Rollins was apprehended mere moments before his master plan could be set into motion. The fundraiser gala carried on without a hitch, the elite of the city blissfully unaware of the danger they had been in, while Rollins was stuffed into a cruiser and sent downtown.

Commissioner Helmsley turned to Roman and Dean after the cruiser was safely away, the older officer shaking his head. “In all my years on the force, I've never dealt with anything quite like that.” He somehow managed to say around the three cigarettes in his mouth. “Never seen a team quite like you boys, either. But I suppose, unconventional times call for unconventional police work.” He gave the both of them a rare smile. “You two have earned a night off. Now go hit the showers, you guys smell like a dirty lumberyard drenched in C-4!”

Now came the climax, Roman supposed, literally. He and Dean, freshly showered, rolling around in his bed. Ambrose reeked like his soap and that put the biggest, stupidest grin on Roman's face because God, he could definitely get used to that. It made him bold, made him urge Ambrose to lay flat on his stomach while he tried something he'd never done before.

Roman spread Dean wide and ate him out as sloppily as he could, loving the noises Ambrose made while he fucked his tongue slowly in and out of him. Reigns had always wanted to try his techniques on something that wasn’t a pussy, curious whether it would transfer, but he’d never mustered up the courage to ask any of the women he’d been with. And once he figured out a few things about himself, the women stopped altogether. People like him didn’t get to do things like this. That privilege was reserved for the slender, the conventional, the attractive. Not for someone like him. First time for everything.

Ambrose’s reaction was encouraging though, the blond biting the pillow and grinding his hips down against the mattress. He kept moaning Roman's name in this voice that cracked and wavered in the best way possible.

Roman fingered him open just as slowly. He wasn’t exactly in a rush and he coaxed Dean into a writhing, sweaty mess of need, stroking first one, then two, then three slick fingers into him. Dean was beautiful when he was desperate, promising everything and anything under the sun if Roman would “hurry the fuck up Reigns you’re killing me.” Roman didn’t have a clear idea of what Ambrose was up for, unfortunately. He probably should have figured out the terms before he started slobbering all over him. So he took his time, rocked his fingers in and out and kissed the small of Dean’s back and whispered whatever filthy thing came into his head.

Dean finally had enough of the torture and pulled Roman to lay down beside him so he could fumble a condom onto his aching cock. Ambrose’s hands ended up in his hair, his mouth on his throat whispering you came back for me into Roman’s skin like he still couldn’t believe it. Reigns closed his eyes and sighed in content. Maybe there was hope for someone like him after all. Dean eagerly straddled him, blue eyes half-lidding as he sank down on the other man’s cock. “Let me take care of you now.”

Roman knew he should just let Dean take over, he wasn't exactly experienced in this particular field, but he couldn't help flexing a little by grabbing Ambrose's hips and rolling his cock up into him. Just once, just so that the other man felt all of him.

Dean's back arched and his mouth popped open in a soundless cry. Roman immediately let him go, about to ask whether he'd done something wrong when Ambrose moved his legs out on either side of him, taking his cock as deep as he could. “You'll have to do better than that, Freight Treigns.” Dean rasped, hair falling into his eyes as he bucked and rocked his hips.

Roman spat into his palm and wrapped his fingers around Dean's cock. “How about now?” He teased through gritted teeth when he felt Ambrose tighten. “That okay?”

“Fucking Jesus-” Dean moaned.

“M' Roman.”

“Yes you fuckin' are.” Ambrose's blunt fingernails dragged over his tattooed pectoral and Roman couldn't contain his growl. “Oh is that how it is?” Dean's grin was smug and greedy, and it sent a lightning bolt down Roman's spine. “Is that sensitive, Roman? Is that sensitive?”

“You're a dick.” Roman snorted, sticking his tongue out.

“Fuck, I love how big your tongue is.” Dean hung his head and Reigns watched as a flush spread over his pale shoulders. “Sorry. That was supposed to be internal.” Ambrose mumbled. “Not trying to weird you out.”

“The fuck it was.” Reigns bottomed out in him and Dean gave a soft cry. “The fucking fuck it was, Ambrose. You tell me that shit. You like my mouth? Tell me.” Roman demanded, feeling power-drunk as Dean blushed and wriggled on his hips. “No one's ever told me that they like a part of me aside from my cock. And here you are, letting me fuck you nice and deep like how I want. Usually all anyone says to me is that they want me to rail them against the wall until they come.” Because of how I look, because of who I am--

“I like your eyes.” Dean sounded almost shy. “I like your mouth. I-I like your hands.” He planted his hands on Roman's chest, nails lightly digging in. “I like your hair, and your neck. And the way you smile at me.”

“Yeah?” Roman felt dumb for smiling, like he was doing it on command.

“Mmm.” Dean smiled right back at him, putting his hand over Roman's on his cock. “I don't need you to muscle me around, but I won't break if you decide to bury your dick in me, y'know?”

“Fuck.” Roman snarled, doing just that. “You're gonna' make me come if you keep talking.”

“You're gonna' come? Gonna' fuck up into me and fill me up?” Dean's hand sped up on his cock. “I'm close, I'm close, fuck, Roman make me come-” He pleaded, begged, commanded and Roman obliged, thumbing over the slick head of his cock and wrenching another cry out of Ambrose before he came hard on Roman's stomach. The rhythmic spasm of his body in orgasm was too much for Reigns to handle and he thrust his cock in one last time.

“Inside or outside?” Roman panted desperately. Dean's eyes were still rolled back in his head. “Fuck, Ambrose, can I come in you?” Condoms weren't foolproof, Dean was definitely within his bounds to say no and-

“Come in me, come in me-” Dean crooned, circling his hips in a daze. Roman couldn't have kept from coming even if he wanted to at that point. He pinned Ambrose's slender hips down and fucked every last drop into him, snapping his teeth when Dean cried out, “Yes!”

“Thank you, thank you.” Roman breathed after Dean slumped forward onto his chest, the taller man's body still trembling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Thanks for savin' my life earlier.” Dean said abruptly, his voice a little muffled from where his mouth was pressed to Roman's collarbone. “Fuckin'...shit. I coulda' died.”

“No way.” Roman gripped him tighter. “I wouldn't let that happen. Not if I could help it.” Ambrose tilted his face up to kiss him and Reigns hastily dodged the motion. “No, no, at least let me brush my teeth.” He explained, seeing the look of hurt confusion that Dean tried (poorly) to hide. “Just let me brush my teeth, rinse my mouth and I promise I will give you a kiss.”

“Yeah? Well who says I want one now?” Dean pouted and Roman chuckled, swatting his ass.

“I'll change your mind.”

“Hurry up and get back here, then!” Dean ordered after Reigns got to his feet, the blond man sprawling out to take up a decent portion of the bed. “Don't forget we have work to do, Reigns.”

Roman didn't even have to turn around to know that Ambrose was smiling. “God, I hope so.”

[flowers-in-your-dustbin]

All the numbers again (second tag reblog)

1: When you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk? More milk than cereal cause I like to drink it!

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day? Yeah, but when I can get into the warmth after that's even better!

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books? I try to remember the page number instead so usually end on a multiple of 10 or 5.

4: how do you take your coffee/tea? Tea: Two sugars, milk, hopefully brewed by the gal. Coffee: I don’t!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile? Kinda!

6: do you keep plants? Nope!

7: do you name your plants? None to name!

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings? Oils if I had the money for that so typically watercolours

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself? I am right now.

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach? Typically side, but back is fine. Not stomach really!

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends? Oh My Gouda.

12: what's your favorite planet? Uranus ;)

13: what's something that made you smile today? My gal surprised me with a beautiful orchid

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like? Edgy expose brick aesthetic

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is! Uranus’ blue glow is due to an abundance of methane which filters out red light.

16: what's your favorite pasta dish? Spaghetti carbonara probs! Especially cooked by the best.

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair? I don’t! I did want pastel pink in August.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. I had a paddy fit in primary school because I used to always sabotage my meals so I didn't eat them but I spilt milk on something I legitimately didn’t mind having... I cried over spilt milk.

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it? I do! I write the days events and my feelings, I draw key points or little objects. Not all the time tho.

20: what's your favorite eye color? A nice hazel-y to chocolate amber brown woop

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces. A grey Kanken Fjallraven, if Switzerland counts as hell, there you have it.

22: are you a morning person? Yeah! I’m straight too!

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations? Exactly that, nothing. With a side of music.

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets? Only the one.

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into? An abandoned slaughterhouse. Soz vegans

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit? Black old skool vans hehe original

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor? Strawberry!

28: sunrise or sunset? Why not both in a day?

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing? I’m not sure!

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared? I’m not sure, close calls/

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks. I like socks. Weird socks are fun. So are odd ones. I do not sleep with my socks, nor do I confine myself to white sock hell.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends. We had deep convos for the time, we probs cried, then probs went to sleep.

33: what's your fave pastry? Uh choux just cause I can remember that is one. Hahahaha.

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it? I had one called Baxter Bear which was the best, he was quite obviously a bear with a red scarf and his own passport. I threw up on him in the car and he was never the same again, he disappeared short after. Don’t ask about Scrubs the dog.

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often? I do, I just don't use them often.

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now? The xx

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean? A healthy middle.

38: tell us about your pet peeves! Couldn’t possibly. There’s a fair few.

39: what color do you wear the most? Probably black? Emo ik.

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you? I own a necklace I got for my 16th its very cute and only comes out when I have heterosexual days to masquerade it. It’s nice.

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving? The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde, it’s my favourite ever. I don’t read as much as I used to, sigh.

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it! There’s a cute local one. They do unreal Nutella pancakes and its quite central and very aesthetic-y. Yum!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with? My gal, typically on the way to my car where I point out Orion or The Dipper. It’d be nice to do it properly sometime.

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything? Two days ago.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot? When I need to.

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of. Someone mentions a dog, then I normally incorporate the word ‘ruff’ as a homophone for ‘rough’ and get death stares. But I like it.

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe? Gherkins.

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today? Abandonment/loneliness hahahah yes it is.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought? I do like buying records yeah! I can’t say until April the 23rd but I’ll have bought another by then.

50: what's an odd thing you collect? I don’t think I do have anything odd!

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them? Uncomfortable by Wallows, as well as Fast Food by D.I.D and many many more.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far? The new Patrick one is doing pretty good.

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them? Nope, nope, nope and nope!

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face? My dog. I didn't walk him.

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point? Hahahah you wouldn’t want to know. 

56: what are some things you find endearing in people? Feeling secure with them, if you get me.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics? CAN YOU DO THE FANDANGO!?!?!

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? K is probs the wine mom bc I'd say A but she’s not as sensible, thus A gets the Aunt role.

59: what's your favorite myth? Bulls hate red, they’re actually colour blind lmao.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves? I don’t mind a bit of poetry! Marking Time by Owen Sheers is noice.

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received? Me and mum put a fancy brooch in a pack of digestives for someone. I’ve received stupid spellings of my name on the birthday cards.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind? Nope

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be? Rainbow order woop.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now? Black.

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with? Yep!

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like? Cutesy and white and blue and stuff idk. But I wouldn't wear one haha.

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel? Serene! Albeit Silent Hill-esque

68: what's winter like where you live? Fun! Cold! Disruptive!

69: what are your favorite board games? The Game of Life/Monopoly/Articulate!

70: have you ever used a ouija board? Nope!

71: what's your favorite kind of tea? English Breakfast, brewed by the girlfriend.

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it? I've been known to be.

73: what are some of your worst habits? Overthinking. Nail biting.

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. Ginger.

75: tell us about your pets! A doggo! A beagle! and a fish...

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't? Revising!

77: pink or yellow lemonade? Yellow

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub? anyone in the fanclub needs natural selection to do its thing.

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you? Surprised me at work with flowers.

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why? White, because I’d like grey but we haven’t got there yet or painted the house since its still pretty new.

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of. I don't have the time for that shit.

82: are/were you good in school? I was! I still think I am! Who knows.

83: what's some of your favorite album art? Smithsmithsmithsmithsmiths

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones? Yeah! Quite a few. All tonal, but above all a Venus sign and more importantly the great wave off Kanazawa by Hokusai

85: do you read comics? what are your faves? I don't fun fact I used to read them start to feel sick.

86: do you like concept albums? which ones? I feel stupid for not knowing what they are.

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives? Donnie Darko.

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy? Not Gothic. Can’t go wrong with a bit of impressionism.

89: are you close to your parents? I think. Depends on the time of day.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities. Starts with E, ends in Dinburgh.

91: where do you plan on traveling this year? Nowhere abroad really, just a couple of good cities.

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch? Barely sprinkles, but I have a drowner with me to compensate.

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most? Down. Full stop. 

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday? My girlfriend’s. mum!

95: what are your plans for this weekend? Work, a party, a Harry Potter film, a sad Sunday.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot? I leave them for as long as possible

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house? ENFJ/Pisces/Ravenclaw

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it? Hah idk.

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them. Nude - Radiohead is the one I’m thinking at the mo’ and I can’t think past that.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why? Future. Don’t need to lament on the past when I hope I have a good one ahead of me. Then from there I'd click 5 back so I’m right back to where I am, cheers.

[melrose012]

My GIF’S

Dean Ambrose

Dean Ambrose Appreciation Week 2016:

Favourite fued

Favourite tag team partner

Favourite PPV Match

That waist

Ambooty

Sweaty and shirtless

FCW [1]

FCW [2]

Dean Ambrose. The secret pot plant enthusiast

He knows what he’s doing

I’m not really sure what’s going on here but it’s cute af

Shieldbrose

Hair flip, just for emphasis

Dean Ambrose. Master of disguise!

Dean Ambrose: Before he was a Superstar

Dean “I do not dance, i do not wigge” Ambrose

Just because…

Bubble butt

Dean is jealous

Over-Sell

WWE2K16 Commercial

Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns Appreciation Week 2016:

Favourite match

Only real men carry handbags

Sexual orientation = Roman’s face

FCW/NXT

Gym thirst

Man-god

Only Roman Reigns could make intimidating someone look so hot!

Roman ‘Savage’ Reigns

Fandango eat your heart out

Overdramatic

Seth Rollins

Seth Rollins Appreciation Week 2016:

Favourite Attire

Favourite Fued

Seth’s very sassy NXT entrance

Because i’m a sucker for Seth in glasses

Seth being dramatic

Seth knows how to get his own way

Seth sets out to protect Dean and then get’s distracted by Drew’s body

Over-Sell

The Shield

S.H.I.E.L.D

Uh Dean it’s a photo, you’re supposed to stand still

Smile

Flying the flag [1]

Flying the flag [2]

When someone starts talking shit about your bae

Seth getting excited over Roman’s win

Um Seth. What are you doing?

Classic Shield

The smooth, the sassy & the struggle

Intense

Fail

Dean Ambrose on commentary is a rare gift that we need more often

Dean really hates his hoodie

Dean ‘mobile phone dispenser’ Ambrose

I hate to see you go but i love to watch you leave

Three ways to leave the ring

Three ways to clear the barricade

Roman knows how to stand out

Two types of friend

Ambreigns

Brothers

Eye fuckin’

Suck it

Great minds think alike

Ambrollins

Ambrollins appriciation week 2017:

Favourite Momenet[s]

Favourite head-cannon

Where ambrollins began

Comparison

Segement head-cannon

Heart eyes

Checking someone out

When Seth tried to lick Dean

Walking in sync

Two sides of the same coin

Cesaro got told

Rolleigns

Shield rolleigns [1]

Shield rolleigns [2]

Don’t touch Roman’s Seth

Don’t hurt Seth. Roman get’s very mad!

When that thirst hits you out of nowhere

There’s only one Dean

Ambrolleigns

Here we have Seth Rollins. Who’s first thought when he see’s Roman or Dean is to strip

Love / Hate

Baby

The way they look at each other

When two guys are fighting over you and you’re trying to pretend you’re not enjoying it

Others

Requests

Jey Uso ripping his shirt off

Dean Ambrose at the 2013 Slammy Awards

Roman Reigns and Seth Rollins fued from 2022

Misfits

Someone’s stealing your pension

Nathan vs. The vending machine

Rudy’s penguin impression

The arrival of psycho Rudy

Bottom

The gas man

The young ones

Vegetable rights

[wwesmutdonedirtcheap]

What A Man

This is a collaboration that @that-lolachick and I have been working on. She wrote the first part of this and I picked up when Dolph enters the picture. I’m the smut closer. lol 

You’re rooming with Fandango. Your ex is Dolph ZIggler. And Adam Cole has finally made it to WWE. You two have a past together but will you be able to tell him how you feel?

@blondekel77 @wweismyguiltypleasure

@lavitabella87

@writergrrrl29

@charlitflair @lip-sync @emmarablack @lunaticfringe216 @amberhere-hi @thatonegirloncealways @queenreignsempire @debeauxmots @kittencutie245 @ilovesamizaynn @banrioncethlenn @screamersdontdance @redalternativefirefly @filthy-parade @welshwitch5 @nickysmum1909 @msgem @uberduber-loulou @cutester  @harleyquinnnikki @lclb12 @imagines–assemble @wrasslin-rollins @xenofi  @daywalker666 @heilisk @racheo91 @lilmisscrisis  @alexispoo

@wrasslesmut   @hardcorewwetrash

@ashleyvc88

@caramara3         @underwaterwonderwoman

@skyemeetsreignsmain

@shadow-of-wonder

@randyortonstattoos

@50-shades-of-roman-reigns   @sarahmatthews7     @hiitsmecharlie

@tooweirdforlifex  @covergirlcollarbones  @valeonmars  @daintymissdevitt

@dolph-wwe   @pjanina13   @enzoshair   @emmarablack @legitlunatic @ashleymarie2021 @fangirltrash-25  @phlebotomyprincess1  @devittslegos

@avixenwrites     @iloveenzoamore     @theitscammy     @thatonegirloncealways     @finnbalorsbabygirl     @lavitabella87   @thedeboniardevistation   @fmlallthewayup    @itsjustemillly  @karaboomhower   @msgem  @iceninekiller-blog-blog    @littledeadrottinghood

@bizclizbaybay 

@shieldfanomg

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, checking my appearance for what seemed like the hundredth time. I was never one to dress up on nights where the roster decided to go out to a club or for drinks, so I settled for a simple off the shoulder blouse, jeans that hugged my hips just right and a pair of my beat up converse.

My makeup wasn’t anything fancy and my hair was held in a high ponytail. I turned sideways, brushing my hands over the denim and hummed contently at my appearance.

Just as I began to talk myself into my choice of clothing, I heard the deep clearing of a throat.

“You’re really wearing that?” The unimpressed voice spoke up behind me.

Oh. Did I forget to mention that when it came to drawing roommates I got the short straw?

I glanced at the man nonchalantly stretched out on the bed, arms rested behind his head. He wasn’t all that dressed up either. Blue v-neck that hugged his toned upper body and a dark faded pair of jeans, beanie containing his dark curls.

Fandango.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed at his criticism.

“Fine.”

I crossed my arms.

“What would you prefer?” I asked dryly.

“Maybe a sexy little crop top and some daisy dukes?”

I could hear the arrogant smirk in his voice.

If it were possible to roll my eyes any further back, I could take the Undertaker’s place.

“It looks like you’re going to visit a children’s hospital after stopping at Goodwill,” He paused. “Unless you just wanna undress and join me over here.” He spoke matter of fact.

As I turned to face him, hip rested against against the wall, he peeled the bedsheets back and patted the spot beside him with a wink.

“Gonna spank me if I don’t?” I shot back dryly, not even bothered to appreciate his shocked reaction.

He’d been like this for months. Shamelessly flirting, but the moment I’d play his little game, he acted like it was some middle school joke.

Instead of giving the him the satisfaction of a look of disbelief, I grabbed my purse from off the couch headed towards the door.

“Can we go now?” I didn’t even bother looking back at him.

“It’s about time.” He shot back.

I didn’t even give him a chance to get up before slamming the door behind me.

The moment I stepped into the club, I beelined toward the bar. If I were going to survive this night, I needed a few drinks

“The hell are you going?!”  I heard Dango call after me.

I took a cushioned seat behind the countertop and ordered a White Russian. Hoping that the alcohol mixed with the caffeine would make the night bearable.

The liquid was sweet against my tongue but burned so good as it trickled down my throat.

Was I moping a little? Sure. But he was being a total asshole.

After finishing my drink, I spun around to scan the crowd as I tapped my foot along to the music.

I found the girls cornered in one booth, sipping their fruity drinks and usual vodkas, the boys working on the beers.

Just as I was about to turn completely back, my gaze rested on a familiar face, that I couldn’t quite place. The pair of icy blue eyes across the way caught mine, and I immediately knew who they belonged to as the man flashed an unmistakable smile my way.

Son of a bitch.

I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, as I hopped down from the stool and made my way over.

He was sitting by himself at a small corner table, working on a beer as he scrolled on his phone.

I knew he had seen me in his peripheral vision as I saw his lips quirk.

“Long time, no see. Huh, shortstack?”

He sat his phone down, switching it to grab his beer.

“I didn’t think the rumors were true.”

I smirked back and leaned my hands against the table top.

I’d heard the buzz that he was due to sign a contract with Shane, but I never thought anything more.

“You gotta believe em’ sometimes.”

His blue eyes scanned over me, as he made a show of clicking his gum.

Adam and I had history. We were both brought up in Ring of Honor together, but took different paths. His name had gotten bigger, and I stuck to the business side of things.

“You just gonna stand there and leave me by my lonesome?” His lines were just as smooth as I remembered.

“Depends. You gonna buy me a drink, bay-bay?” I teased with a grin.

“I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t, would I now?” he chided in a playful tone.

About a beer and a half later, we found ourselves completely lost in catching up, laughing at old memories. Somewhere in between, his arm had snaked around my waist to draw me closer to him.

“You’re still just as beautiful as I remember.” He whispered, lips brushing against my ear as he brushed a strand of my hair back.

“And you’re just as big of a flirt as I remember.” I smiled as I pulled back, making the mistake of meeting those killer baby blues.

He held his hands up in mock offense.

“As long as it’s workin’, right?”

His eyes met mine, flickering between my lips. His tongue poked out to thoughtfully lick his own.

My eyes betrayed my poker face as they flickered between his own, and his pale pink lips.

Just as our lips were about to touch, we were snapped out of it by a pair of hands dramatically slamming on the table in front of us.

“Hey, babe.”

I let out an irritated sigh as I looked up to meet a pair of narrowed pale hazel eyes, and a stone-faced Dango.

“Can we help you?” Adam responded with a calm voice as his arm pulled me closer.

I looked between the two men, both of them eyeing each other with daggers.

“I was actually just looking for my girl.” Dango’s lips quirked into a smile as he sipped the bright colored liquid in his glass.

I stifled a laugh as I watched his attempt at being intimidating.

“Well, you found her.” Adam shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

Fandango was always like this. The minute someone had something that he knew he couldn’t, he’d play the tough guy card.

At this point, I was beyond annoyed. He was trying his damnedest to ruin my night.

“You can go now.” I spoke blankly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He leaned one hand on the table.

Fine. He wanted to play? I’d play.

“Well, I was thinking that after a couple drinks,” I paused with my own smirk, leaning my head against Adam’s shoulder. “That this handsome guy would bring me back to the hotel.”

I licked my lips as I winked up at Adam.

I saw the glint in his baby blues, knowing that he got the hint to play along.

“I like the way your girl thinks, kid.” Adam gave a pearly white smile at Fandango.

Dango’s poker face faltered. Just as he went to speak, Adam’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Fuck.” Adam sighed at the unwelcome interruption and pulled his phone out. “Great timing, Omega.” He huffed as gave me apologetic eyes.

“You’ll be okay?” He whispered warmly in my ear.

I gave a gentle nod and turned my face to search his eyes.

“I’ll be right back, promise.”

He smiled and bent down to kiss my cheek, then winked at Fandango as he got up from the table.

Turning my attention back to the pale hazel eyes, I took a long swig of beer.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle myself. I pointed an accusing finger at him. “You can go.”

I waited for a good half hour for Adam to come back, and he never showed. Honestly I was a little disappointed, mostly in myself for falling for his lines. We were close and I missed that, maybe even my past feelings had caught up to me.

A few vodka shots later, Nattie had insisted on bringing me back to the hotel that we were staying at.

I don’t know how I managed, let alone remembered changing into my pajamas. I woke up with my face buried in the pillow, and legs tangled in the sheets.

“What the hell?” I rubbed my eyes and grumbled as I heard a faint knock at the door.

Another knock. I reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, hissing at the intrusion of light. The clock resting atop the bedside table blinked “2:33 AM” in bright red letters.

Who the hell knocks at two in the morning? Maybe it was Nattie coming to check on me.

I laid still for a moment before forcing myself up, stretching as I made my way over to the door.

“Look, I appreciate the concern but you gotta-” I yawned out and completely froze as I saw Adam standing in the doorway.

He was dressed in a simple white v-neck and grey sweats, dirty brown hair up in a man bun.

Surprised didn’t even cover it.

“H-hi.” I choked out, awkwardly running a hand through my atrocious bed head.

“Hey.”

His eyes scanned over me with a half smile.

Shit. I looked down to find myself dressed in only a tshirt that hung above my knees, luckily covering the panties I wore.

“Can I-?” He asked softly, pointing into the room behind me.

“I, uh- course’.” I babbled and opened the door, gesturing him to come in.

I watched him slowly step into the room as I closed the door behind him, then followed behind to sit on the edge of the king sized bed.

His arms were crossed and his lip was tucked between his teeth as if he were debating what to say.

“Look, I understand if-” I softly spoke up and he shook his head.

“I called three different hotels to see where you were staying.” He spoke, voice sleepy and low.

“What? You could’ve just-” My voice was a dumbfounded whisper.

“Called you?” He let out a chuckle, finally turning to face me. “You left before I could get your number…”

His eyes flashed with hurt.

I felt my heart sink in my chest, keeping my gaze rested on my feet.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought that jerk brought you back and I had to check on you.” He whispered as he kneeled down in front of me, hand reaching out to tilt my chin up gently.

“He just talks a game. Nattie brought me back after a couple drinks with the girls.” I softly smiled, meeting his eyes.

“Good. I couldn’t stand the thought of you with that jerk.”

His smooth voice was barely a whisper as he slowly leaned closer to my lips.

There was a loud knock on the door, breaking the trance I was under.

We both let out a chuckle of a sigh, and he gave me a playful wink before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.

“We can’t catch a break, can we?” he sighed and shook his head.

“Y/N?”

My brows furrowed in confusion as Dolph’s voice resonated from the other side of the door, the look on Adam’s face just as confused.

“I- yeah, coming?!” I called out and got up from my place on the bed to answer the door.

Adam crawled out of the floor and back onto the bed.

“Who?” he motioned toward the direction I was walking, his shoulders raised in bewilderment and frustration.

“Don’t worry,” I sighed as I looked over my shoulder at him “I’ll get rid of him.”

‘Y/N"! Open this damn door!“

He barely got the last words out before I swung it open to glare at him.

"It’s the middle of the night, Dolph,” I hissed “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Dolph was dressed in one of his suits that he typically went out in after a show. A hot pink button up shirt and black jacket. He had clearly been drinking.

“I see you already know,” he licked the smugness of his lips, as he leaned around me to find Adam sitting on the bed seething.

“Know what?”

“That your boyfriend is in town,” Dolph pushed passed me into the room.

Adam stood up, until they were standing mere inches apart.

“And he already got you to take off your pants for him,” Dolph motioned to my bare legs in my t-shirt.

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam retorted, his fists clinching at his sides.

“Adam, it’s ok,” I tried to push between them.

It didn’t work. They just moved closer, their noses almost touching.

“Why don’t you tell him, Y/N? Huh? Tell him why we broke up. Hell, tell him why you got with me in the first place to forget him.”

“Dolph,” I narrowed my eyes pleadingly “Stop.”

“You dated this douche bag?” Adam scoffed.

“You have storytimes with Adam Cole,” Dolph stepped back a little “I have a storytime with Dolph Ziggler. The story of how my girlfriend dumped me because she’s in love with some overhyped, overpaid fuck boy.”

“Dolph!” I squealed, finally pushing him back with my hands square on his chest.

Adam’s eyes were burning with anger but he didn’t move.

“Dolph, please,” I begged “Just go.”

I felt the tears of embarrassment and anger welling up in my eyes. My fingers clawed at his chest but he wasn’t moving. His hands grabbed my wrists lightly.

“Don’t worry babe,” he looked down at me “I’m just telling the truth.”

I stepped away from him, the tears now rolling down my cheeks. I stood between them, absently shifting on my bare feet and constantly pushing my hair behind my ears to avoid looking at them.

I could feel the tension and it was making me nauseas. The silence only lasted for about ten seconds.

“You feel better, Ziggler?” Adam finally spoke “Do you? Look at her!”

I bit my lip, my eyes glued to the ground.

“She deserves better,” Adam growled.

“Ya think so?” Dolph laughed “Ok, fuck boy. Why don’t you give it to her? It’s what she wants anyway.”

“Dolph,” I raised my eyes to plead again.

Before I could say another word, Adam grabbed my face between his strong hands.

His thumbs traced the tear streaks on my face, until they were gone.

His gorgeous eyes gazed passionately into mine and a little smirk curled on his lips.

“Let’s give it to him, shortstack,” he whispered before his lips finally met mine.

I had been waiting years for him to kiss me. The idea of what it would be like paled in comparison to how it felt. His tongue pushed slowly and delicately against mine, as our kisses deepened.

I heard Dolph grunt beside us but I noted, somewhere inside my fog, that he didn’t leave the room.

“You’re beautiful,” Adam breathed into my mouth “Fuck him.”

He backed me up toward the bed and when I sat down on it, he knelt on his knees in front of me. I broke his gaze long enough to note that Dolph had slumped into a chair by the television.

“I want you to watch,” Adam glared over at him “Maybe if you had treated her this way, you wouldn’t have lost her.”

“Adam,” I whispered “You don’t have to…”

“Shh,” he pressed a finger to my lips “I want to.”

He ran his hands up the sides of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head. My hair fell messily back around my shoulders and he leaned up to kiss a trail up my body. He started at my bare stomach, moving up to between my breasts and then to my neck. His breath was searing on my ear as he finally reached it.

“Lay back, sweetheart,” he whispered.

I did as he told me, casting one final glance at Dolph. His mouth was hanging open and he looked frozen in place. I had to admit it was exciting having him there, to see I didn’t need him.

I felt Adam’s teeth tug on the string on my thong, his tongue and teeth both grazing my thighs as he pulled it off my body. I raised up, my eyes meeting his and he smiled at me.

The minute his mouth met my pussy, my head jolted back against the mattress.

I couldn’t believe it was happening. Adam’s body was touching mine, his tongue was licking me in the most intimate way possible.

At that point, it wouldn’t have mattered if fifty people had been watching.

His lips closed around my clit, as his hands roamed up my body. His fingers scratching softly at my skin. I instinctively tightened my knees around his head and he groaned, sucking harder on me.

“Adam,” I gasped out, just above a whisper.

His hands grabbed hold of my knees, fingers digging into them.

I moaned again, feeling my orgasm approaching. I bucked my hips against him, every inch of me grazing over his face.

He started flicking my clit along with the sucking and that was all that it took. I felt myself explode with one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Far better than anything Dolph had ever been able to do, ever.

“Shit,” I sat up, pressing the back of Adam’s head into me “Adam!”

He finally raised his head up, his tongue darting out quickly to lick his lips.

“Stand up for me, sweetheart,” he stood up, taking my hand.

He pulled his shirt over his head and I reached out to touch him.

“That feel good?” he laughed softly at me.

I nodded slowly.

He turned me around, bending me gently over the bed on my hands.

“I seem to remember,” Adam looked over at Dolph.

Dolph’s hand was riding above his hard dick, although he was trying not to show any emotion.

“That you told me once when you were drunk, that you like to be spanked sometimes,” he leaned over by my ear.

“I told you that?” I managed to speak.

“Once or twice,” he kidded, kissing my lips quickly.

He stood back up and rubbed his hand over my ass.

“So maybe, Mr. Ziggler,” he spoke with disdain “If you had tried to please her the right way…”

His hand came down to smack me lightly and I moaned.

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

Dolph tried to stand but Adam pushed him back down roughly.

“You can’t touch her,” he laughed angrily “Who in the hell told you that you had any right to touch her?”

“Fuck you Cole,” Dolph growled through his teeth.

Adam turned his attention back to me, spanking me a little harder the next time.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he ran his hands up my back.

“Harder,” I managed to whisper.

“Yeah?” he groaned, his hand slapping me twice.

It burned my skin but it felt good.

“Just look at her,” Adam taunted “You give the lady what she wants, then she’s happy.”

He pulled me back to my feet and let his sweatpants fall to the floor. His dick was throbbing and far larger than I had ever imagined.

“May I?” he licked the smile off his lips.

His eyes grew serious and I could feel the mood in the room change.

I nodded, reaching my hand up to slide it gently across his face.

“I suggest you get out of here, motherfucker,” Adam spoke to Dolph but his eyes never left mine.

I heard him shuffle to his feet, a string of curse words and then the door slam a few seconds later.

“You ok?” he brushed my hair behind my ear “I should have made him leave before…”

“No,” I shook my head “I kind of liked it.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, pressing his forehead into mine.

“Listen, what he said,” I whispered, my doubts coming back again.

“I wish you had told me,” Adam drew me closer “This fuck boy would have quit his ways a long time ago.”

“You’re not a fuck boy,” I reached around and untied his hair.

His mouth crashed into mine and he lowered me onto the bed.

Tucking a pillow under my head, his knee spread mine open. His lips kissed all over my face, each one softer than the last.

“You want this?” he whispered.

“You honestly have to ask me that?”

He entered me, slowly guiding himself until our hips were flush with each other. His hair hung by his beautiful chiseled face and I stared up at him as he began to move inside of me.

He kept kissing me, over and over again. His hands roamed lovingly over me. My mind was so cloudy that I could barely remember to breathe.

“I missed you,” he ran his tongue up my neck to my ear “I thought about you all the time.”

“You could have found me,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around his waist.

“You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I couldn’t,” I lightly dug my fingers into his back “How could I say goodbye to you?”

“Thought you didn’t care,” Adam groaned, raising up and going deeper inside me.

His breathing quickened as he started moving faster. His eyes crinkled as he stared down at me. Each thrust, seemed to bring him even more pleasure than the last. The fact I could put that look on his face was enough to make me smile up at him.

I felt him rubbing against my g-spot and I knew it wouldn’t be much longer.

“I do care,” I tilted my head back on the pillow “So much.”

“We got a lot of catching up to do,” he gripped my hips.

His thrusting increased and I lost my breath completely when I clinched around him. I felt him release inside me, my name growling out of his mouth.

He collapsed down on top of me gently and rolled to the side, pulling me against him.

We both took a minute to catch our breath, my fingers already playing with his hair. He kissed the top of my head and a little laugh escaped from his mouth.

“Do you know how long I’ve thought about that?”

“You mean spanking me in front of my ex boyfriend?” I giggled.

“You sure you’re ok with me doing that?” he sat up.

“Yes,” I sat up beside him “I would have stopped you if I wasn’t.”

We tilted our heads together, our swollen lips about to touch again.

Knock.

“Fucking shit,” Adam stood up, grabbing one of the discarded blankets from the bed and wrapping it around his waist.

I was right behind him, the sheet clutched over me.

“What the…” Adam jerked the door open.

“I lost my key…Why are you in my room?” Dango stood on the other side, his eyebrow raised.

Adam ran his tongue along the inside of his jaw and shook his head before belting Dango in the face.

“Adam!” I yelped in surprise.

“Your girl and I are rooming from now on,” Adam gripped the blanket tighter “Get your shit…Y/N and I have a lot of catching up to do. Right, short stack?”

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Just Some Of The Amazing Movies Coming To Theaters In May 2018

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Just Some Of The Amazing Movies Coming To Theaters In May 2018

Because May and June are the ~summer foreplay~ months, TBH.

Tully (May 4)

From the team behind Juno and Young Adult, we have a tale about modern motherhood. Charlize Theron plays Marlo, a mother of three trying to navigate the duties of being both a mother and a wife in the 21st century. When she is gifted a night nanny, Tully, by her brother, she is reluctant to face what taking time for herself means. Naturally, Tully and Marlo form a bond and learn from each other in ways they likely don’t anticipate.

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RBG (May 4)

84-year-old Supreme Court Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg, who is lovingly known on the internet as “the Notorious RBG,” has a groundbreaking legal legacy to her name, though the story behind her journey to the Supreme Court is not widely known. This documentary seeks to shed light on the incredible strides RBG has made for women throughout her career, and how she rose to pop culture stardom on the internet in what is sure to be an incredibly inspiring movie.

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Breaking In (May 11)

Mother’s day weekend is bringing us some kick-ass mom content this year! This one stars Gabrielle Holy-Heck-Literal-Goals Union as one mother you don’t want to mess with. When some bad guys break into her recently deceased father’s technologically-advanced home and kidnap her children, she must either pay the ransom or, you know, kick all kinds of butt. By the trailer, I think we can guess which path she takes.

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Life of the Party (May 11)

A completely different type of Mother’s day movie, we have this Melissa McCarthy-led romp about a mom whose husband leaves her after their daughter goes away for college. Rather than get down on herself, McCarthy’s character decides to go back to school and get her degree. This one looks insanely cute AND refreshing, being that her daughter seems supportive of her mother’s goals, rather than embarrassed by her (I love my mom, she’s fun AF…like, sorry your mom can’t party, just sayin’).

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Terminal (May 11)

So, Margot Robbie’s in it. Our story centers on two assassins living in a futuristic universe who are chosen to carry out a sinister mission. And Margot Robbie’s in it. Other characters include a “teacher battling a fatal illness,” a “enigmatic janitor,” and a “curious waitress” who is leading an intricate double-life. Anyway, have I mentioned that Margot Robbie’s in it? All of these characters cross paths over the course of one fateful night which, in turn, changes the course of their lives. And also, Margot Robbie’s in it.

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Dark Crimes (May 18)

In Jim Carrey’s first leading role since 2014’s Dumb and Dumber To, he plays a tormented, obsessed police officer named Tadek. He makes a break in an unsolved murder case when he realizes that the crimes committed all align with the writings of a popular crime author named Krystov Kozlow. But, as Tadek continues to track the motions of Kozlow, he slowly realizes that he may be discovering far more than he ever bargained for. I absolutely LOVE Carrey in dramatic roles, and I’m here ALL DAY for an acting come back. (And, if you want to catch this one early, it is also available exclusively on DIRECTV starting April 19!)

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Deadpool 2 (May 18)

So, in case you’re new here, nothing else truly matters to me this year except Zazie Beetz as Domino in Deadpool 2. Yeah, yeah Deadpool. Yeah, yeah badass action and crazy hilarious dialogue. But mostly ZAZIE. BEETZ. AS. DOMINO. IN. DEADPOOL 2.

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How to Talk to Girls at Parties (May 18)

If you’re a lover of weird indie films, then you’re probably familiar with the work of John Cameron Mitchell (Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Rabbit Hole). This film, based on a short story by Neil Gaiman, follows Enn, a shy teenage boy caught in the middle of the punk revolution of 1977. One fateful night while partying, Enn and his friends stumble on some cool teens who seem like they’re ~from another planet~ (Hint: They are). And, as if that isn’t a good enough sale of this movie, Nicole Kidman’s in it and has INSANE hair.

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Book Club (May 18)

THIS. LOOKS. FUN. Whether you love or hate the Fifty Shades franchise, there’s no denying that it changed the conversation around sex in pop culture, and particularly the stigma around middle-aged women and their interest in having active and enjoyable sex lives. Basically, this light-hearted romantic comedy seeks to explore the way in which the ~salacious~ book changes the love lives of four women. And the cast for this is LEGITIMATELY GREAT. This definitely looks like a sneak-wine-into-the-theater-with-your-girlfriends type movie (don’t worry, I won’t snitch on you).

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Solo (May 25)

Look, I’m a simple woman. I love Star Wars. Harrison Ford as Han Solo was my first crush on a man (what? Leia shows up on-screen first, just saying) ever. Finally having a film detailing Han’s early years is something I never thought I’d be gifted with, so I’m just happy it exists. You naysayers and nitpickers can do as you please, but I’ll be in theaters on May 25th having a hell of a time. Sure, you may have your doubts, but NEVER TELL ME THE ODDS.

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The Current War Trailer #1 (2017) | Movieclips Trailers

Published on Sep 7, 2017

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Fandango: So is there an official runtime yet?

Jon Watts: Not yet, we’re close. Normal movie range. Four and a half hours… we’ll have an intermission. [laughs]

Fandango: Is there anything you were surprised they let you keep in the movie?

Watts: There’s a lot of things like that. I don’t want to give it away because it’s one of the surprises in the movie, but that’s one of the things I was surprised about, working with Sony and Marvel. They were so open to crazy ideas and some of them actually made it into the movie.

Fandango: How about Easter eggs -- is there a lot for fans to keep an eye out for?

Watts: Yes, I love that kind of stuff. I love that element – Marvel movies especially because it’s such a dense universe. Our movie is exploring the ground level version of it – a ground level perspective of it. So the opportunity to hide things here and there for the eagle eye fan to spot is something that I really, really relish.

Fandango: What about any nods to the previous guys who played Spider-Man, like Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire?

Watts: Not so much those kinds of Easter eggs, but more referencing things that exist in the larger Marvel universe, or very deep cuts from the comics.

Fandango: Talk about Michael Keaton’s Adrian Toomes. We just saw the first image of his character and he's featured briefly in the new trailer, and it’s been revealed there’s a new company owned by Tony Stark that gets in his way a bit…

Watts: Damage Control, yes. That’s from the comics.

Fandango: The introduction of Damage Control is going to be exciting for fans of the comics. Does bringing that fictional clean-up company in open up a whole new ton of possibilities for the MCU?

Watts: Yeah, possibly. For me, in thinking about this movie, it just fit in with our overall philosophy with the kind of story we wanted to tell. In the same way that Peter gives us the ground level view of what it’s like to be a 15-year-old kid in a New York City that was almost destroyed by aliens before the Avengers showed up. You also wonder after all those huge messes are made, who’s sent in to clean up? Is it the normal people who would be hired to do something like that? Does it become a government operation? Is it dangerous? What do you do with all the alien body parts that you find? I really like asking those practical questions about this world, and then use that to drive the story.

Fandango: It’s a great little way to bring in the other movies, too, because you can use stuff left over from any of them, right?

Watts: Oh yeah. Think about all of the things that have been littered around the world as a result of the Marvel movies.

Fandango: And Toomes gets to play with some of that?

Watts: Yeah yeah… think of the possibilities.

Fandango: What was it like bringing Robert Downey Jr. into the fold for this movie?

Watts: It was great. I had such a good time with him. Robert is such an electric guy and him with Tom… basically my job was to set it up and just step back and let it happen because they have such chemistry together.

Fandango: Is this a version of Tony Stark that we haven’t seen yet?

Watts: Absolutely. You have to think about the implications of what he did in Civil War, which is pluck this 15-year-old kid our of obscurity and bring him to Germany to embark on this insane adventure. And then he just drops him off at the end of it while he continues his part of the story. There’s a lot of repercussions to that. Is it a first step towards Tony as some sort of mentor figure? Is he comfortable with that? Has he ever seen himself as that? Or is he the one who’s needed the mentoring along the way? I think it’s a really interesting facet of Tony Stark’s personality that we get to explore in his relationship with Peter.

Fandango: What was the most important thing for you to get right with this movie? Something you had to nail in order for it to feel like a proper Spider-Man movie.

Watts: All of it, honestly, but there’s a sincerity to the Spider-Man comics that I tried really hard to capture. That’s what I feel at least when I go back and read the old comics. Peter Parker is a good kid, and he really wants to do the right thing. He’s really torn, but he’s not so overly emotional that he’s a drag. He’s just really sincere. I wanted to make sure the movie captured that same kind of sincerity.

Fandango: Right from the beginning we heard John Hughes was a big inspiration on this film. Do you have specific nods to his films in the movie?

Watts: Oh, yes. Definitely. So many. It’s not so much a specific reference – although there are plenty of those, but they’re Easter eggs and I don’t want to spoil them. There’s one very direct reference that no one will miss, too. Don’t worry, it’s not Peter Parker dancing in the library and breaking glass or anything. There’s no dancing in this movie. Again, it’s that sincerity – that’s the main thing John Hughes always captured. He always took his characters seriously even though they were 15, 16 or 17, and I wanted to do the same thing. Tell it from their perspective, try to get in their heads and tell you how they feel. As opposed to looking at it as an adult looking back at high school.

Fandango: Favorite John Hughes movie?

Watts: Of the high school movies… he didn’t direct it, but I like Pretty in Pink. She’s from a poor family; Harry Dean Stanton is her dad. I really like that other-side-of-the-tracks kind of a romance. I love Ferris Bueller, too. We have a little bit of Weird Science in our movie for sure. There are so many great John Hughes movies covering so many different genres. You can pull so much from him.

Fandango: It's a Marvel movie, so should people stick around till after the credits?

Watts: Of course! Absolutely. How disappointing would it be if there was just nothing? [laughs] Like if this was the one movie where we said, nope, no after-credits scene! [laughs]

Fandango: Are you sticking around in this Spider-Man universe and developing the sequel, too?

Watts: You’d have to ask Kevin [Feige] and Amy [Pascal]…

Fandango: Sony just announced a Venom movie – is that connected to your film at all?

Watts: It’s not. It’s not connected to the Marvel world, so that’s really intriguing… what that will be. I don’t know anything about it. It’s not connected, so there’s not that overlap. I’m only focused on my movie right now.

Fandango: Are you involved at all when it comes to Spider-Man’s role in Avengers: Infinity War?

Watts: Yeah, everyone is aware of what’s happening on all the other movies. So if one thing shifts, you make sure it doesn’t have dramatic repercussions for your movie. But yeah, that’s all on the Russos right now.

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Breathe Trailer #1 (2017) | Movieclips Trailers

Published on Jun 29, 2017

Breathe Trailer #1 (2017): Check out the new trailer starring Andrew Garfield, Claire Foy, Diana Rigg and directed by Andy Serkis! Be the first to watch, comment, and share trailers and movie teasers/clips dropping soon @MovieclipsTrailers.  ► Buy Tickets to Breathe: http://www.fandango.com/breathe_20357... Watch more Trailers: ► HOT New Trailers Playlist: http://bit.ly/2hp08G1 ► What to Watch Playlist: http://bit.ly/2ieyw8G ► Indie Trailers Playlist: http://bit.ly/1CWefqU Based on the true story of Robin (Garfield), a handsome, brilliant and adventurous man whose life takes a dramatic turn when polio leaves him paralyzed. About Movieclips Trailers: ► Subscribe to TRAILERS:http://bit.ly/sxaw6h ► We’re on SNAPCHAT: http://bit.ly/2cOzfcy  ► Like us on FACEBOOK: http://bit.ly/1QyRMsE  ► Follow us on TWITTER:http://bit.ly/1ghOWmt  The Fandango MOVIECLIPS Trailers channel is your destination for hot new trailers the second they drop. The Fandango MOVIECLIPS Trailers team is here day and night to make sure all the hottest new movie trailers are available whenever, wherever you want them.

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Norman Trailer #1 (2017) | Movieclips Trailers

Published on Feb 24, 2017

Norman Trailer #1 (2017): Check out the new Norman trailer starring Richard Gere, Lior Ashkenazi, and Michael Sheen! Be the first to check out trailers and movie teasers/clips dropping soon @MovieclipsTrailers.  ► Buy Tickets to Norman: http://www.fandango.com/norman_198704... Watch more Trailers: ► HOT New Trailers Playlist: http://bit.ly/2hp08G1 ► What to Watch Playlist: http://bit.ly/2ieyw8G ► Indie Trailers Playlist: http://bit.ly/1CWefqU Norman Oppenheimer is a small time operator who befriends a young politician at a low point in his life. Three years later, when the politician becomes an influential world leader, Norman's life dramatically changes for better and worse. About Movieclips Trailers: ► Subscribe to TRAILERS:http://bit.ly/sxaw6h ► We’re on SNAPCHAT: http://bit.ly/2cOzfcy  ► Like us on FACEBOOK: http://bit.ly/1QyRMsE  ► Follow us on TWITTER:http://bit.ly/1ghOWmt  The Fandango MOVIECLIPS Trailers channel is your destination for hot new trailers the second they drop. The Fandango MOVIECLIPS Trailers team is here day and night to make sure all the hottest new movie trailers are available whenever, wherever you want them.