#guest: Eliza

[detkhamani]

"Punk'd," Khamani said, answering her fourth question first. "I like how you said, 'The Millennials' as though I'm not one myself. Fletcher's a good friend of mine. We're watching the Super Bowl." When Eliza began to word vomit to him, Khamani just raised his brows at her. He suspected that Xavier and Fletcher had something going on but Eliza very firmly confirmed it for him now. "Whoa, slow down, Eliza. I won't tell. From what I've gathered from both of them--Fletcher especially--they're figuring things out on their timeline. But secrets are my job, keeping or exposing them so don't worry there." He glanced back to the door, glad that Rodrigo hadn't gotten too curious and followed after him. "And um, yeah, I'd say Fletcher's a good-looking guy. He's a good person. Blunt and has some rough edges to him but at his heart, he's one of those people who's good to have in your corner. I don't see him trying to interfere with Xavier's life in a negative way. That help ease your mind any?"

Eliza tried looking into the windows but didn't get very far. If she didn't get these packages inside, Xavier might kill her. He made sure she knew they were perishable items. When the door finally opened, she smiled politely, kind of excited to see who Xavier had his eyes set on but when Khamani opened the door, she let out a loud laugh. "K?! What is happening?" She shook her head. "Am I on some hidden camera show? What's the one the Millenials loved?" She teased the older man. "Hey, hi! I come bearing gifts for...your friend? brother? whomever Fletcher is. Listen, is he cute? Is he nice? Is he going to throw Xavier off his game? He's gotta be nice if you're here. Oh...shit. You're here...." She closed her eyes and relished in her self-betrayal. "You cannot tell anyone but yes they're all for him. Fletcher. From Xavier. Ah!" She covered her mouth. "I think they're dating. AH!" She shook her head. "shh. You can't even tell Luna. How is she by the way?"

[perceptivehands]

Miss Scarlet and The Duke | 3.02 “Arabella’s”

[juanabaloo]

Damn these Agatha All Along Season 2 promo shots didn't need to go so hard.

(this is a joke post. sorry Eliza is no longer acting and enjoying her second career. also there are no Agatha All Along S2 things posted yet. i like Eliza's gorgeous witchy vibes in these photos so here you go. all love to Eliza, all love to AAA fans, no harm intended.)

(photos thanks to ElizaDushku.org)

[strnza]

“you’re  gonna  sit,”  his  words  are  a  firm,  unmistakable  command  -  for  once,  there’s  no  shift  in  the  dryness  of  danny’s  demeanor  that  lends  itself  to  even  a  shred  of  amusement,  “and  you’re  gonna  eat.”  the  way  that  danny  is  looking  at  ben  says  even  more:  look  at  you  -  i  don’t  know  the  last  time  you  had  a  full  fucking  meal.

he  stands  stoic  beside  the  still-warm  stove  -  he  slides  a  plate  of  scrambled  eggs  in  front  of  ben,  intentionally  withholding  the  fork  until  the  other  man  complies  and  sits  on  the  stool  across  from  him.  danny’s  jaw  sets  on  edge  as  his  eyes  flick  from  ben  to  the  seat,  no  less  enlightened  by  the  tension  shared  between  them  -  he  doesn’t  like  this  any  more  than  ben  does.

STARTER    CALL,    still    accepting    /    @bnjmin    🤍

[userkatz]

[milliondollarbaby87]

Greatest Days (2023) Review

A film adaptation of the Greatest Days / The Band Musical featuring songs of Take That. ⭐️ Continue reading Untitled

[elizadushkudaily]

Top 3 Favorite Eliza Dushku TV Guest Spots (As Voted By Our Followers)

#03. “It's All Over Now” 7.15 [THAT '70S SHOW] ⏤ Sarah

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Precious Truths: Part 8

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!

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You and Benedict spent the previous night talking until it was well late into the night. He escorted you back to your home to ensure nothing bad happened to you. No one had seen, of course, since all of the Ton was asleep.

Before stepping back into your home, you gave Benedict a hug, "You will always be my dearest friend, Ben. Never forget that."

He swallowed down the deep rooted desire to inform you of his affections. He can't. He mustn't. No matter how much he's been wanting to for so long.

_____________________

Because James was a friend of Simon and Daphne's, the Duchess decided to throw a celebratory ball at the Clyvedon Castle for your engagement. You tried to decline, but Daphne, much like her mother, is very persistent and convincing. You, Aunt Eliza, James, Auggie, and Daphne all rode back to Clyvedon together.

You had only gone to the castle once and that was for the ball Daphne held after she and Simon married. It was just as beautiful as you remembered.

Simon was there ready to greet his wife and son with open arms.

Daphne steps out of the carriage with the coachman's help, Auggie asleep in her arms.

Simon smiles as he approaches his wife, kissing her head and looking down at his son, "Back in my arms again."

He looks past Daphne and gives you and your aunt a nod, "I see you have come back with a few more guests than when you left, my love," he gives Daphne a teasing look.

She rolls her eyes at her husband, "I wrote to you informing of our added guests as well as the ball I plan to hold here in honor of James and Y/N's engagement."

Simon sighs, "I've yet to read this morning's letters. I have been busy."

Daphne gives him an understanding nod and the stands to the side as Simon walks over to you, your aunt, and James.

"Congratulations to you both. Excuse me for my surprise to your arrival, Y/N. I have been behind on my letters."

"I understand, Your Grace. And thank you for allowing my aunt and myself to stay here up until the ball."

"You are a friend of Daphne's, Y/N. You are always welcome here." he looks over his shoulder and gestures to the housekeeper, "Mrs. Colson, here, will show you to your rooms. I will let you all rest until dinner. Now if you excuse me, I'd like to spend some time with my family."

"Of course, Your Grace. Thank you again for your hospitality," Aunt Eliza says with a bow and watches with a smile as Simon escorts Daphne and Auggie inside.

James looks at you with soft eyes, "Would you like to take a walk around the grounds after you rest?"

"I'd enjoy that very much," he tips his hat to you and your aunt, "I shall see you later then." He then heads inside the castle to get some rest for himself.

________________________

"Benedict, I know this must be painful for you, but you need to show face! If not for Y/N then at least for Daphne," Violet Bridgerton looks at her second son as if he'd grown a second head.

Benedict had just informed his family that he will not be attending the ball Daphne is holding for you and Lord Montclair.

"I apologize, mother, but I already have prior engagements."

"What prior engagements?"

Benedict looks at his mother and the rest of his siblings. He sits up, "Well, I have an interview with the headmaster of an art academy."

"That's amazing, brother!" Hyacinth exclaims in excitement.

"Which academy?" Anthony asks.

"One in France."

"France?!" Gregory's jaw drops, "How did you get an interview?"

"I wrote a letter to them and a friend put in a good word for me."

Anthony scoffs, "You let a friend help you and it is fine. But when I help you, you get upset."

"This friend didn't use money to help my case, brother," Benedict practically sneers. He's clearly still a bit upset about Anthony practically buying his way into the academy. But this time, Benedict's work, determination, and Henry Granville's word, helped him. Not Anthony's money and status as Viscount.

"Well, I suppose I cannot be upset by that. Well done, Benedict."

He grins at Violet, "Thank you, mother."

___________________

Daphne was meant to be a duchess. Violet truly taught her well, you think, as you watch her list off orders and demands to Mrs. Colson and staff. You let her do her thing, occasionally answering questions in regards to what color theme you wanted, the flower arrangements, the entertainment, etc. Other than that, Daphne took the reigns of it all. You admired the young woman.

"Shall we take a break?" Daphne asks as she guides you to the balcony that overlooks the grounds. Some glasses of lemonade are out waiting for you both.

You both sit and sip from your glasses. You sigh, "You were truly meant for this life, Daphne. You fill the role so well."

"Soon you will be in a position similar to mine," she states with a smile.

You let out a deep breath, looking out to the grounds, "Yes, I suppose I will be. I am not sure I am as well prepared as you are."

"I'm sure your aunt has done the best she could. However, if you have any questions, I will be happy to answer them." She shoots you a grin.

You chuckle, "You might regret that, Your Grace."

"Ah, I was wondering where my fiancée had gone," you hear the marquess say as he steps onto the balcony. Fiancée. It was so odd that you were a fiancée now. Even weirder that your husband to be isn't a certain Bridger-no. You mentally scold yourself for thinking about Benedict. You need to not think of him anymore. You and he are not meant to be. Not now. Not ever.

You look up at him from your seat, "Yes. We were just taking a break from planning the ball. To be honest, Daphne is doing majority of the work. Also, I hope you don't mind, but I chose lavender as the colors."

"Not at all. I think you'd look beautiful in the color," James smiles at you and you can't help but shy from his gaze.

You clear your throat, "Yes, it is one of my favorite colors so if you are not fond of it, then we might have to rethink this marriage." You respond playfully, causing the marquess and duchess to chuckle.

"You are a funny one, mon cher," he looks to Daphne, "Is it alright if I steal her away for some time together?"

"Of course not, my Lord," Daphne says as she stands. She smooths out her dress and pats James' arm, "I should get back to planning anyway." She nods to both of you and enters her home, leaving you two alone.

James occupies the spot Daphne previously resided, "I should let you know that my family will also be attending this ball. I figured now would be the best time rather than at the wedding."

You nod, "Of course. I'd love to meet them. Both your parents and sisters will be in attendance?"

"That is correct. I must warn you, my sisters can be rather mischievous," he smirks at you and you giggle.

"Oh, I have experience with mischievous. Growing up with the Bridgertons has made me quite familiar with mischievous."

"My sisters will love you then. They are twins. Both ten and two. My mother does her best to raise them as young ladies, but," he shrugs with a guiltily, "I like to show them a few tricks here and there."

You laugh, "I can imagine the scoldings your mother gives you for teaching your sisters such 'un-ladylike' behavior."

He shrugs again, "I tend to be a bit more progressive in the notion of what women can and cannot do."

"That's...that's very relieving to here, my Lord."

"And why is that?"

You didn't plan on telling James your secret until well after you two married. However, an opportunity to come clean has presented itself. You've come to learn that James is kind, understanding, loving, compassionate, and open to the idea of women having more freedom.

Previously, you were apprehensive about telling James your secret, that you were writing under a man's name to publish your work. But now, you felt even more relieved and comfortable to know he most likely wouldn't treat you differently because you are pursuing your passion.

You let out a deep breath and reach out to James, placing your hand on his, "I must confess something to you."

"Yes?"

You open your mouth to confess, but you're interrupted as Mrs. Colson steps out, "Pardon me, miss, but her Grace has asked for you."

You nod, "Alright. I shall be with her in a moment."

Mrs. Colson retreats and you groan, "I must admit that I've lost my nerve now."

James places his other hand atop yours, "It's alright. Whenever you are ready to tell me, I shall listen with an open mind and heart."

You lean in and kiss his cheek, "I truly don't deserve you, my Lord."

He grins and stands, holding his hand out to you, "Come. Let's not keep the duchess waiting." you two walk together, hand in hand to meet with Daphne.

[comickergirl]

Any chance in your doodle drawer or your to finish later pile you might have some "smol danvers"? XD could def use the serotonin booster, but no pressure this is def not a request as much as it is a potential desk clearer?

You know, when I first saw this, I wasn't actually sure if I'd have anything that would fit the bill! Most of what I draw for fun ends up posted in some form or another, so I don't have a lot of 'vault' stuff. But I was genuinely curious, so here is what I unearthed!

First one I came across was this smol danvers comic entitled, 'A Wild Alex Appears'. Most of my 'unpublished' drawings are quick things I put together, inspired by the brilliant minds of the folks over at @sunshineprotectionforce I forget the context of this but it's admittedly not very lighthearted, so the journey continued!

More SPF inspired stuff! (It's possible I posted that Inside Out mashup already, but I could not honestly recall.) Here we had both Danvers, but they are not smol! Therefore, onwards!

Okay my sincere apologies for including a personal photo but I thought I'd lost this one, I've been looking for it for LITERAL YEARS and also it is technically a Danvers duo! But not the one we were after. XD

Once more, we must thank SPF for the brilliant idea that is 'Jane Austen-esque matchmaker Kara AU', guest starring The Best crackship, Eliza x J'onn! But again, this lacks the key smol aspect. More searching was needed.

Oh! At last! A (more lighthearted???) Smol Danvers! I could've ended my search here but...I felt like I was getting close. Surely, there had to be...

Yes! The goofy girls! XD Looking at it now I'm again not entirely sure this hasn't already appeared elsewhere, so please forgive me for a potential repeat or two. Hopefully, overall, this was an enjoyable side quest!

[sarahrogers-steviesmum]

A tall, skinny boy appeared under Becca’s arm the next day, dressed in all black with short, messy curls of the same charcoal color, looking both intimidating but very clearly soft. Becca was talking with him in rapid fire French, eyes sparkling softly. When they approached, she smiled proudly

“Ma? I’d like you to meet my son, Eliza”

@the-barnes-girl

She had just woken up, Steve was gone feom beside her. After freshning up she came outisde to see a guest waiting.

"Hi there darling! What're you doing here so early? I thought we had plans for a little later?" She asked. She hadn't had breakfast yet.

@chaotic-castle

[jinkoh]

if I could hold my breath around you

hyunjae x gn!reader

tags: fwb (enemies with benefits) to lovers, college au, some angst some fluff, suggestive, heavily implied sexy times, making out/kissing, warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

wc: 1.8k

a/n: been listening to just exist by eliza&the delusionals and boy did it make me delusional

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There weren’t many things Hyunjae and you could agree on. In fact there were only a few people you could relate to as little as him. You differed in everything from the music you liked and the hobbies you pursued to the way you thought your shared group project should be handled. To your own and your friends' dismay you kept clashing at almost every meeting, unable to find any shared ground. But in all this dissonance you could at least agree on one shared truth: You absolutely hated each other.

“Fuck, I love you,” Hyunjae breathed into the skin of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips that’d been grinding into his clothed crotch just a millisecond ago. But now you were frozen in place, staring at him in shock while his lips left sloppy kisses beneath your jaw.

“What?” you asked.

He looked up at you with a dazed expression, momentarily stopping his ministrations. "Hm?"

“Jae, you just said you love me.”

Hyunjae’s eyes widened before he let out an awkward chuckle. “Did I? Well, never trust what people say during sex, right?”

“So, you don’t? Love me?”

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes clearly searching yours for some kind of clue that told him the right answer, as if there was any. “I—listen,” he finally pressed out, “this whole arrangement has been really confusing for me, okay?”

“Oh god,” you let out a breathy laugh, more disbelief than amusement, “you’re in love with me. Lee Jaehyun is in love with me.”

“Don’t call me like that,” he murmured, no longer meeting your gaze. And then, after a small pause, “So, I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“God, no! Hyunjae, I hate you!”

He winced at the harsh words, and you suddenly felt sorry for him. You moved from where you’d been straddling his hips, adjusting your clothes and letting yourself fall onto the mattress next to him instead. “Fine, maybe hate is a little strong but—that's how it's supposed to be, isn’t it? I never thought you'd—I don't know. We're supposed to hate each other!"

“It doesn’t have to be that way, though.” There was a pout on his face and it shouldn’t look so cute to you but it did. “I mean we get along in bed just fine, don’t we? Why can’t we try that outside the bedroom too?”

“But we—what would the others think?”

For a moment he just stared at you and it was clear that he was feeling hurt. He pressed his lips together tightly before pushing himself off your bed and slipping back into his t-shirt that’d landed on the floor at some point. “Really?” He shook his head with a huff, “That’s what matters to you right now?”

“Jae—”

“No, it’s fine, you made yourself clear. I’ll find the way out.”

You barely remembered how this stupid arrangement between the two of you had started. Maybe because the both of you had been drunk the first time it had happened, the constant quarreling suddenly turning into a different kind of tension that had you stumbling into some guest room at a party, spitting out insults in between heated kisses. From there it had somewhat taken on a life of its own, and you’d ended up in bed together more often than you were willing to admit. You’d kept telling yourself just one more time, this will really be the last, but the sex was just too good to call it quits. Hyunjae had you figured out so quickly, knowing exactly which buttons to press. And there was also something so satisfying about seeing the guy you hated feel good beneath your touch, moaning out your name…

Still, through all of this you’d been convinced that you didn’t care, not about the arrangement and even less about him. But now that it was suddenly over, you found yourself oddly unhappy. It wasn’t just the sex that was gone, it was like your whole relationship had changed overnight. Hyunjae avoided you when he could, and he didn’t bother arguing with you during the group project meetings anymore. You’d never thought you’d ever miss it, but you did. The way he was just shrugging now, even when you directly asked his opinion was infuriating. It was as if he didn’t care enough anymore to argue back and that was a more painful experience than expected.

“What has you so distracted recently?” Chanhee looked at you, clearly a little upset that you hadn’t been listening to whatever story he’d been telling to you and Eric. You'd met up with them in between classes to pass the time before the next lecture.

“Nothing much. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Forget about it,” he huffed but you knew he wouldn’t hold a grudge about something like this.

“Oh,” Eric suddenly exclaimed, “Isn’t that Hyunjae? Feels like I’ve barely seen him these days!”

Before you could say anything, he waved him over and to your surprise Hyunjae actually walked over, even if he looked a little reluctant about it, even more so after this gaze briefly met yours.

“Hey,” he greeted sheepishly, hands shoved into his pockets and shoulders pulled up.

“What’s up with you these days, man? You’re barely ever around.”

“Nothing much,” he vaguely replied. “Just been busy.”

You felt Chanhee’s gaze on you, but you made a point of not returning it, worried that he had somehow, magically figured something out. Instead you tried to make eye contact with Hyunjae, hoping to somehow communicate to him that you wanted to talk, but he never looked your way at all.

“That sucks. But still, you should show your face more,” Eric pouted. "We're about to go eat, are you coming?"

“I’m actually on the go right now, just wanted to say hello real quick.”

“For real?!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed awkwardly. He still didn’t look at you. “I’ll join you next time?”

“You better keep your word!”

“Of course,” Hyunjae smiled and it looked so forced it drove you mad. “Bye then.”

“Jae, I—” you pressed out, taking a timid step forward, reaching for him, but your voice was too quiet and he was already five steps ahead. You lowered your hand in defeat, mouth firmly shut. What were you trying to do anyway?

“Jae?” Chanhee asked with raised eyebrows. “Since when have you been calling him Jae?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I was going to—” But you couldn’t come up with a sensible excuse. Your brain had more pressing things to think about. “No, forget it.”

You’d always felt like Hyunjae was everywhere, constantly annoying you wherever you went, but now it was suddenly so hard to find the tiniest chance to speak with him. Another one had just slipped right through your fingers. Did that mean this was it? That you’d never speak again? That you’d never kiss again?

You couldn’t let that happen.

“Y/n, you are coming to the cafeteria with us though, right?” Eric asked but you barely registered it.

“Excuse me for a bit,” you mumbled, already rushing after Hyunjae.

“Why is everyone behaving so weird nowadays?” you could still hear Eric’s voice.

“It’s not everyone,” Chanhee argued, “It’s just those two.”

“Jae, wait!” You were out of breath when you finally caught up to him. He stopped, but your hand instinctively grabbed the sleeve of his sweater anyway, scared that he’ll just walk away again without hearing you out.

"What?! What do you—" His voice was harsh, but the moment he met your desperate gaze he softened up, "what do you still want with me, y/n?"

"You're avoiding me."

"Well, yes?"

"Why?"

He almost laughed. "What do you mean why? You didn't want me, y/n, and that's fine, it's fine, but expecting me to act like nothing happened is a little mean, even for you, isn’t it?"

You wanted to say something, explain to him why he still shouldn't ignore you. But you couldn't. He was right. You'd clearly rejected him, so why were you running after him now? You should leave him be, give him some space.

And yet, the fingers holding onto his sleeve tightened their grip.

"Give me a break, y/n," he sounded tired. "Just go and live your life and do your own thing. Without me."

"I can't," it almost immediately broke out of you. "Trust me, if I could just exist without you, it would make it easier, for the both of us. But I can't, I—," your voice broke and you hadn't even noticed that tears had welled up in your eyes, but they were already spilling out, running down your cheeks. "I tried, but I can't. You're constantly in my head and I keep wondering if maybe I am on your mind too or if you're already over me and—I miss how we used to banter and I miss your dumb remarks and I miss kissing you and I just miss you, Jae. I miss you so."

For a moment he stayed silent. You didn't dare to meet his gaze, so you kept your head down, watching your tears dropping to the ground one by one. You realized somewhere in the back of your mind how embarrassing this was for the both of you considering you were still on campus. But you couldn't bring yourself to really care.

"I miss you," you pressed out again, unable to endure the silence.

"I'm not," he replied and his voice sounded hoarse too, but you barely registered that over the meaning of his words. He didn’t. He didn't miss you. Your fingers finally let go of his sleeve, but before you could pull away your hand he caught it in his own.

"I'm not over you, I'm so clearly not over you. Do you think I'd be avoiding you if I was? I just—you didn’t want me."

You almost violently shook your head. "I was wrong. I was all wrong. I want you, badly, so please don't avoid me anymore."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Badly?"

"So badly," you nodded, desperate to make him believe you.

"How do I know it's true? You have a record of being wrong, after all," he said and you were ready to assure him over and over again, but when you looked up he had a mischievous grin on his lips.

"You're mocking me," you complained with a pout.

"Didn't you say you missed our banter?"

Not like this! you wanted to argue, but then he cupped your jaw and leaned in close and it made the words die on your tongue.

"I also missed it," he whispered and you felt the words fan over your skin, "and I missed kissing you, too."

And then he did just that, kissing you all soft and sweet the way boyfriends do.

"Fuck," you breathed into his lips, "I love you."

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[scourgiez]

Finally, FINALLY made a reference sheet for my farmer, Eliza. (more about her under the cut :3)

Her portraits!

Her whole story is that she to the valley to start fresh after her acting career in Zuzu city failed due to a badddd manager. The inheritance of the farm couldn't come at a better time, as she was kicked out of her apartment and needing a place to stay. Definitely trying to start a drama club in The Valley lol. Likes to put on productions for the kids and other guests on festivals. She is incredibly outgoing and can be a little intense at times, but her heart is always in the right place. She wants to fit in, but has a little trouble doing so. She also wants to include everyone and be friends, which can be intimidating for a small town.

If she were in the game as an NPC, she would frequent the museum and the train station. She likes rainy days, but if someone sees her singing in the rain she might not show her face for months. Her heart events would be centered around organizing theatrical productions for the town.

I live vicariously through her as I also would like to kiss Elliott whenever I want.

That’s pretty much it. I hope you all like her! <3

[corroded-hellfire]

Prompt Day 31: Your Song

Word Count: 999

Rating: G

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

CW: None

Summary: Part of my As You Wish universe! Ryan performs a very special song with some very special guests in the middle school talent show.

@corrodedcoffinfest

[As You Wish masterlist]

The murmur of the audience greets you and your husband as he yanks open the door to the middle school auditorium. You step in first, Eddie right behind you as you walk down the aisle, closer to the stage. 

“Oh, there’s Steve,” Eddie points out, gesturing to where the man is seated with his wife. You give them a small wave and Steve returns the gesture with his camcorder in his hand. “He said he’ll make a copy of the tape for us,” Eddie adds. 

“What’s Natalie doing?” you ask as you scan the rows of seats for two free ones.

“Uh, dancing, I think.”

There’s a pair of seats available in the middle of the eighth row and you and Eddie gladly take them. As your husband shucks out of his leather jacket and gets comfortable in his seat, he notices your fingers twisting together in your lap. He reaches over and softly rests one of his larger hands over both of yours. 

“Everything is fine. Wayne can handle both of them,” Eddie reminds you in a calm voice.

“I-I know,” you say, voice catching because of your damn fluctuating hormones. 

Tonight is the first night you and Eddie have been out together since Eliza was born. She’s three months old now and, like Eddie said, there’s not a doubt in your mind that Wayne can handle both her and Luke. But knowing this is the first time Eliza is without either parent is hard. 

Taking a deep breath, you nod your head and try to sink comfortably into your seat. 

“Were you ever able to get out of Ryan what his act is tonight?” you ask, if for no other reason than to try and keep your mind occupied. 

“Nope,” Eddie says. “Just said that we’ll see, and that Steve was driving him here early so he could practice.”

There isn’t a chance for you to respond because the lights in the auditorium dim and a woman dressed in a brown pantsuit walks on stage. 

“Hello! And welcome to Hawkins Middle School’s 2004 Winter Showcase Talent Show!” the woman says. “I’m Principal Abernathy and we are delighted to have all of you here with us tonight to see what these talented students have prepared.”

After watching students juggle, jump rope, do karate, and perform bird calls, a familiar name is called.

“Please welcome Natalie Harrington, Eve Sawyer, Catherine Click, and Maria Armas.”

An enthusiastic “Woo!” comes from the other side of the auditorium and you chuckle under your breath at Steve’s excitement. 

The lights come up and there’s Natalie on stage, along with three friends. 

Hey now

Hey now

The girls start slowly, striking different poses as the opening words repeat. 

Have you ever seen such a beautiful night 

I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright

The girls are surprisingly good. You can’t take your eyes off of Natalie. 

The audience applauds as the routine ends and you glance over at your husband to see the same proud gleam in his eye that you know you must also have.

Three more acts go by before the moment you and Eddie have been waiting for arrives. 

“Up next is Ryan Munson,” Principal Abernathy announces. “With a little help from some special guests.”

You and Eddie turn to one another, confused. The maroon curtain moving onstage catches your eye and you both look back to where Ryan has stepped out. 

Nerves are written plain as day across your son’s face. 

Eddie notices a particular detail before you do, and his snicker has you looking over at him quickly.

“What?” you whisper.

“He’s wearing one of my old coveralls from the garage,” Eddie says, nodding to the twelve-year-old.

And sure enough, a navy jumpsuit that’s obviously been tailored to fit the smaller boy is Ryan’s costume of choice for the show. 

From behind his back, Ryan brings out a microphone and shakily holds it up to his mouth. 

“One, two…” he says softly. 

On his count, the curtains part and a very familiar melody begins to fill the auditorium. Both you and your husband have to do a double take when the curtain is finally open and the three members of Corroded Coffin are up on stage, backing Ryan up. 

Gareth is upstage with his drum set, and Jeff and Frank are both strumming their respective instruments. Ryan looks over his shoulder and you notice Gareth give him a wink. That’s just the courage Ryan needed, evidently, to begin singing.

Uptown girl

She's been living in her uptown world

I bet she's never had a backstreet guy

I bet her mama never told her why.

Your postpartum hormones instantly flood your eyes with tears. A hand comes up to cover your mouth as the influx of tears begin cascading down your face. Eddie’s strong, warm hand winds its way into your free one and you hold on to it like a lifeline. 

Ryan knows this is your and Eddie’s song. He knows how much it means to you. And he chose to perform it in the talent show. Somehow, he even managed to keep it a surprise until now! The Corroded Coffin guys are the sprinkles on this already sentimental sundae. 

Emotions overwhelm you, and Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulders as the song finishes up. 

My uptown girl

Your hands hurt from the enthusiasm you put behind applauding. 

Your oldest son takes a bow as the crowd cheers for him. He’s beaming—a triumphant look on his face as if he can’t believe he really just did that. 

Microphone in hand, blue coveralls, and an adorable, dimpled grin. It’s like you’re looking at a miniature Eddie up on that stage. Pride beams out of your every pore and one glance at your husband, and you know it’s the same for him. Eddie actually wipes at his eyes before turning his head to face you. He grins and licks his lips before speaking.

“That’s our boy.”

[fyonahmacnally]

Thank you to @rainbow-rebellion for the amazing prompt!

“W-Wait…you’re going to Midvale this weekend? You’re spending the 4th of July in Midvale? With the Danvers? The same place I am going?” Lena asks, voice an octave higher than usual as her panicked green eyes dart between her computer screen, her cell phone, and the woman sitting in front of her. “K-Kara didn’t mention anything at lunch yesterday.”

Oh fuck! Lena thinks. This can’t be happening. Sam knows me too well. This is a disaster. Fuck! That’s it, I have to find an excuse not to go. 

Sam’s hazel eyes scan her boss and longtime friend’s face with a smirk. “Well, that’s because she just asked today. I ran into her on the sidewalk on my way back from lunch with Andrea. She invited the two of us as well as Ruby, but Rubes is going to be with her friends all weekend. So, it’s just Drea and I.” 

Shit, Andrea will be there as well. Goddammit, Kara. Drea knows me better than Sam! Gay panicking. You’re gay panicking. Okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. You’re fine, Luthor. Get it together. You’ve hidden your pining for years. You can handle a weekend with your friends. 

The brunette CFO raises a brow in question, an act picked up from the raven haired genius over their years of working together. It’s obvious the youngest Luthor is panicking over the presence of two of her oldest friends. No, she’s full on gay panicking. Sam does her best to stifle her laughter for Lena’s sake, but just barely. “Why are you being so twitchy about it, Luthor? Drea and I have been going to game nights since I moved back to National City. Besides, all of us already know you have the hots for blondie.”

The L-Corp CFO grins as she watches Lena’s posture shift from nervous to defensive. The entirety of their friend group knows Kara and Lena have been pining over each other for years. Sam is more than aware of the reason her friend is being squirmy about her and Andrea spending the weekend in Midvale. Lena knows she and Andrea know her better than the rest of their friends. The two of them know her every little tell and both of them live to give her shit about it. 

Sam gives the youngest Luthor one final devilish smile before leaving her office. Lena knows she is absolutely fucked with the Arias and Rojas duo.

Lena does her best to put things out of her mind after her conversation with Sam. The first two days of her week fly by. It’s suddenly Wednesday, she’s finished her work for the day, and is currently standing in the middle of her walk-in closet trying to figure out what to pack for her four day weekend in Midvale. 

The past few years with Kara around have provided a crash course in “comfy clothes” as the hero calls them. She has even accumulated a lot more casual clothing, but it doesn’t mean she has figured out how to pack for a holiday weekend, much less one held primarily outdoors. Honestly, she never really had holiday weekends while growing up with the Luthors. How the hell is she supposed to know these things? 

She sighs and glances down at her watch, she should have been finished packing hours ago.

Kara will be at her penthouse any minute and she has exactly three things packed – her toiletries, her tablet, and her glasses. They are supposed to leave at 7:00 pm, which is exactly 45 minutes from now. There is absolutely no way she will have all of her shit done by Kara’s proposed departure time. 

The Kryptonian wants to beat everyone to her childhood home to help Eliza set-up for all the guests. Lena pulled out all the stops and tried her best to get out of going after learning Sam and Andrea would be there, but the lovable reporter wielded her deadly pout and any further attempt died on her lips. So here she is, packing her suitcase. She was originally excited for the trip. It was supposed to be relaxing, but now she’s certain she will spend the entirety of the trip tense as a mouse in a room full of cats. 

Lena sighs, again. She can already feel her anxiety climbing and shakes her head. Get yourself together, Luthor. Accept the fact you’re the mouse and will be tormented by two very devious cats. Fucking Sam and Andrea.  

She gets lost in her thoughts. The next thing she knows, warm arms wrap around her waist causing her to shriek like a banshee. Once she calms down and wrangles her heart out of her throat, she smacks Kara for scaring the hell out of her quickly followed by shaking her now aching hand. They tag team her packing and get it done much faster than she would have alone. Unfortunately, she let her heart eyes cloud her judgment and allowed her years-long crush to take care of her swimwear for the weekend. There is no doubt in her mind she is going to regret this decision later as she has no idea what awaits her.

You are a fucking gay disaster, Luthor. Useless, pining queer disaster. 

Unfortunately, Kara Danvers is her kryptonite. Lena Luthor cannot say no to that woman. It’s impossible.

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[imtryingbuck]

Family Dinner

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 1,842

Warnings: angst. Swearing. Dot and Eliza. Insecurities.

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As the door comes open Bucky takes a hold of Theo’s hand rubbing his thumb across her knuckles a silent way of letting her know that he’s right by her side. Reassuring her that she is not alone.

“Welcome” Bucky greeted their guests. God he hates this. They’ve not even been here for ten seconds and he already wants them to leave.

“It’s about time you invited us for a dinner” George says shrugging his coat off and handing it to Martha.

“Hi son, it’s been quite some time since we’ve seen you” Winnie then says, greeting Martha with a hug and a kiss to her cheek before finally moving to Bucky, giving him a hug.

“He’s probably just been busy Winnie with his wife, you know how it is” Michael says before Bucky could say anything to his mom. No one reply to what Michael says, no one says anything else until Martha moves everyone’s coats to the closet.

“Right well, let’s have dinner then” Bucky said already walking into the dining room with his hand tightly holding onto Theo’s.

As everyone settles down in their chairs Nat and Wanda notice Eliza eyeing Theo in disgust as Bucky slides her chair closer to the table. When Eliza felt the cold gaze from the two redheads she looked down at her hands, two sets of green eyes roll in tandem.

Conversation started to flow between everyone else whilst Theo was sat silently keeping her head downward, her fingers tracing patterns on Wanda’s dress. Her head snapping up towards Bucky when she saw his hand on hers.

“You okay?” He asked gently.

“I’m-“

“She’s always rude Winifred, don’t mind her” Eliza’s voice cuts her off. Winnie replies with a scoff before looking back at Theo.

“I said that I like your dress, where did you get it from?”

“I-Its Wanda’s Miss”

“It’s suits you perfectly” Winnie smiles, no hint of sarcasm in her words.

“T-thank you” Winnie smiles, whilst Wanda winks at her.

Soon enough dinner is brought out everyone but George, Michael and Eliza saying thank you to Martha as she puts their plates in front of them. The only sound being made in the dining room is the scraping of cutlery against the plates.

For Bucky and his friends it’s the most uncomfortable dinner they’ve ever had.

All of them wanting it to be over with quickly.

As soon as Bucky swallowed the last bit of his food he was getting ready to stand so he could get their guests coats so they could leave. Despite that fact that no one else had finished eating. That’s how bad he wanted them gone.

“Ah son we need to talk business” George informs whilst putting his knife and fork down.

“Tonight?”

“Yes tonight. Michael’s here so we can talk”

“Right-“

“Winnie, Eliza take his wife into the living room so we can talk” Bucky rolls his eyes at his dad interrupting him.

“Her name is Theo, father.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever. Ladies leave”

Bucky clenches his jaw at his father’s dismissal, he stands up pulling out Theo’s chair and helps her stand. “I’m sorry Angel” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss to her cheek. Winnie stands and smiles at her son, holding her arm out for Theo to take they leave Eliza behind.

In the living room alone with a woman she didn’t know and a woman who spend years tormenting her Theo sat awkwardly on the couch with her head down. The two women didn’t say a word to each other only sharing false smiles when they caught each other’s eye.

“So Theo, how are you finding married life?” Winnie speaks breaking the uncomfortable silence. Truthfully she wanted to find out if her son was being a better husband than her own. Theo goes to reply when Eliza’s voice is heard.

“Winnie I know you hate me”

Looking at Theo, Winnie rolls her eyes “I don’t hate you”

“You do. I know you do and I’m sorry, please don’t hate me”

Winnie’s eyes roll once again at hearing the fake distress of her voice. “I don’t hate you Elizabeth”

“Matt”

At hearing her brother’s name Theo’s head snapped up towards Eliza then to Winnie whose face held no emotion whatsoever. Winnie looked Eliza dead in the eyes and smiled. “In order to hate you Elizabeth it would require me to think about you which is something I do not do. In order to hate you it would mean that you would have affected me in such a way that requires hatred towards you, again you have never affected my life even in the smallest of ways. So like I said, I do not hate you”

Theo had to fight off the smile that wanted to make an appearance on her face at seeing Eliza’s face drop and pale. Never before had she ever seen Eliza be pushed aside in such a way. She had never seen or heard someone other than Michael talk to Eliza like she was nothing. It was hard not to smile even if she didn’t know why Matt her sweet older brother had anything to do with why Winnie would hate her. Winnie turned to Theo with a soft smile on her lips and informed her that she needed to go to the ladies room and she’d be back in a moment.

There was no smile wanting to appear now that she was going to be left alone with her tormentor.

The door had only just closed before Eliza started on Theo. “Why hasn’t James asked your father for a divorce yet?”

“I-I don’t k-know ma’am”

“Have you shown him your body? Asked for sex?”

“Yes ma’am”

“And?”

“H-he didn’t say anything ma’am”

“Dot wants to be his mistress and you’re going to let that happen. Is that understood?”

“He said he doesn’t want one ma’am”

“He’s a man and all men wants to have a mistress”

“H-he said he doesn’t want one though ma’am”

Sighing and thinking on how to respond, Eliza smirks “My daughters will be having his children you have gotten that through your thick skull right?”

“He doesn’t want them too ma’am”

Frowning Eliza hisses “I don’t give a shit what he wants Theodora! You make it happen or you will regret it. Do you understand me?”

The next word out of Theo’s mouth has not only Eliza shocked but herself. For the first time she’s not scared in front of the woman who hurt her more than Bucky realised. Though she knows the moment that that word spilled out of her mouth she was going to receive a beating she felt proud of the fact that she finally stood up for herself. “No.”

“No? What you mean no?”

“James has a say in this matter as-“ Eliza lunges at Theo cutting her off but stops herself when another voice cuts in.

“Lay one hand on my daughter in law and I will kill you myself. Do you understand? I asked do you understand Elizabeth.”

Eliza stands up to her full height and looks over to where Winnie stands by the door and smirks. “Your dear husband wouldn’t allow you to do that”

“My dear husband wanted to put a bullet in between your eyes all them years ago, it was me that stopped that dear husband of mine from doing that.” It was Winnie’s turn to smirk and for the second time that night Theo has to fight off the smile at seeing Eliza’s once again being put in her place.

“Y-your lying”

“No I’m not. See the difference between you and I Elizabeth is that I don’t make the other woman in my husband’s life suffer, why? Because I have and always will be the stronger woman out of the two of us. Now, if you want to see if my dear husband would come in here and stop me you are more than welcome to go in to where they are and get him.” Winnie smiles stepping away from the door, clearly giving Eliza the opportunity to go and get George.

Eliza huffs knowing that what the other woman is saying is true. But not only would George not do anything but neither would Michael. Looking at Theo then to Winnie Eliza huffs once more before walking past Winnie trying and failing to knock her shoulder into the other woman’s but fails when Winnie moves out of the way.

From across the hallway they both hear Eliza complaining to Michael that she wanted to go home now. Michael reluctantly agreeing. “Are you okay darling?” Winnie asks.

“I-I’m okay, Miss.”

“She’s a wretched one isn’t she?”

“I-“

“Come on love, time to go home” George says interrupting what Theo was about to reply with. Winnie nods and crosses over to where Theo stood and wraps her arms around her.

“It was lovely meeting you, next time I’ll have to come here alone and get to know you better.”

“I would like that Miss”

“None of that darling, call me Winnie”

Bucky helps his mom put her coat on, giving her a kiss to her cheek he moves over to where Theo stood. Only Winnie says goodbye to Theo as Michael and Eliza had already left.

“Time for dessert” Sam exclaims already on his way into the kitchen.

Everyone follows behind him but Bucky who hangs back with Theo. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay”

“Did she say anything to you?” Theo thought about lying to him but worried that Winnie might say something to him about what had happened so she tells him word for word what was said not only between herself and Eliza but the conversation that his mom had. Bucky’s blood boiled at hearing what Eliza had said, grown confused about what Matt had to do with anything. Then he felt proud of the fact that she had stood up for herself.

“I like your mom” she says after finishing what she was telling him.

Bucky smiled placing a kiss to her lips “she likes you too, come on let’s get some dessert before Sam eats it all.”

He knew he was going to have that conversation with his mom about Matt, he needed to find out why Eliza would think she would hate her because of his wife’s brother but until then he wanted to sit down with his family, with his wife right by his side and enjoy the homemade vanilla cheesecake.

On the other side of town Eliza’s in her walk in wardrobe on the phone to Dot. Both of them thinking about a way to destroy the marriage between Theo and Bucky. Dot herself knows that Bucky would never take a mistress or “accidentally” cheat on a woman, there’s only one way to have him all to herself.

Eliza smirks whilst agreeing to Dot’s plan. Dot gets what she wants and Eliza makes Michael suffer even more.

It’s a win-win for the pair of them.

“I’m going to have her killed”

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[afyrian]

line five - the switch up m.list

    "good morning line two! so, what would you like to talk it out about with me today?" your legs cross in your seat, a giddy smile on your face. 

  eyes glancing to the sound booth, sakusa's looking down at his gear. his hair falls forward into the same perfect swirls from the night before, only this time hairs slightly stick out from a night of rest. for the first time with him in the booth, you feel comfortable, relaxed. to the point of almost missing the caller's entire story.

  "-so i told him, what the hell! because seriously, who the hell goes on a date with someone and then talks about his ex the whole time? sorry eliza left you for some bodybuilder, but you are on a date with someone! then he told me that i'm being inconsiderate of his feelings," a young woman, probably a few years younger than you, vents on air.

  there's a tone of distress in her voice, one that carries with every word she says, "like, i'm a people pleaser and so suddenly i feel bad. even though in retrospect i probably shouldn't, right?"

  "well, caller, my rule of thumb is to never talk about an ex while on a date. sure, if you're in a long term relationship and you have fears regarding how you were treated in a previous one, then bring that up. but on a first date? just talk about your dream career or something," you grab ahold of a pen, tapping it against the table.

  "but you shouldn't have to feel bad about bringing up the fact that him talking about an ex is disrespectful to you and your time," taking in a deep breath, you can feel something inside of you want to turn your attention to sakusa again. 

  something about him intrigues you, past becoming friendly enough to do your job. talking to him the night before felt freeing. like you could talk about anything with him. 

  "i told atsumu that there was no way i would join his talk show. i love the dude but i was not going to talk about my 'late night rebounds' with him on the air," your elbow leans against the table, chin resting in your hand, eyes stuck staring into sakusa's. 

  sakusa nods, taking a bit of cake that was still left on his plate, "trust me, you are not the only victim of atsumu miya's talk show. he somehow convinced me to join his show for a day as his 'special guest'. most embarrassing moment of my life and i'm actually glad they forced me onto your show."

  "i'm glad too," you simply say, smiling at him until you feel your heart racing quicker, "that they forced you onto my show too, since you are a phenomenal sound engineer."

  "right," he agrees, turning his head away as you compliment him. 

  you’re brought back to the world when the girl laments about how you’re probably right. the only issue being that she’s already apologized to the man, nearly planning a second date with him. your jaw drops as you listen to her, head leaning forward and resting against the palms of your hands. “should i message him again? tell him that what he did was unacceptable?” 

  “no, your conversation has ended. bringing him back into your life will only prolong your discomfort, you know?” you ask, trying to appear more personable, knowing the way you’ve been speaking has been more clinical, “save your own peace and move on.”

  she pauses for a moment, your foot tapping incessantly against the flooring. “yeah… you’re probably right. none of my friends really got my problem so talking to someone is comforting,” the caller laughs, a quiet and gentle laugh. 

  waiting until she hangs up, your finger hovers over the laptop, a song waiting to play. “well, now that we understand setting boundaries a little better, let’s play a song. i’m thinking today we’ll give ‘misses’ by dominic fike, a listen,” you start the song, gaze flickering back to sakusa for only a second.

  staring back at the light indicating your mic is on, it turns off, giving you the opportunity to get up and stretch your legs. pushing back from the table, you make your way to sakusa, your hands resting in your pockets. walking up to the sound booth door, you lean against the doorframe. there he sits, staring down at his phone.

  “uh, would you want to grab some coffee while the song plays? i have a couple extra songs ready in case it takes us a minute,” you crack the door open, talking to him with a smile across your lips.

  sakusa looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowing. instead of accepting your invitation, he shakes his head, lips pursed, “one of us should be here in case something happens. plus i’m not really feeling like coffee right now.”

  his attention immediately returns to his phone, his headphones propped up on his ears. you can feel your face scrunch up into a disgusted expression. the last night was nice, talking to him was nice. and now he’s acting like you didn’t bore your life plans and dreams to him. that the two of you didn’t have a genuine connection the night before. 

  stepping back from the door, you take in a deep breath, shaking your head. a part of you wants to believe that it’s merely him being tired, even hungover. however, you nearly catch his gaze as he looks back up at you, a sullen feeling boring into you. 

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