#he's wearing contact lenses here okay

[bradshawsbitch]

lt. robert 'bob' floyd at the hard deck

[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨, 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞, & 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: mentions of self depreciating thoughts

↳ song: be nice to me—the front bottoms

masterlist!

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨

• He is the best at assuring you that you're beautiful; no matter the time of day. Flattery is one of his love languages after all

• Whispers sweet nothings to you as he hugs you from behind, doing his best to squash each and every negative thought that pops up

• Most of what he says is in his mother tounge. It's a lot easier for Alejandro to spill his heart out to you that way. If you know spanish, he just smiles as he buries his face in your neck—placing soft kisses along your skin. If not, he'll gently translate it with just as much love as the first times

• Even though he might be a villian, Alejandro wont stand to see anyone put you down. Anyone. Not Heather, Duncan, Mal, Chris; you name it. He'll shut them down with a quick witted quip, tight smile conveying his true emotions

• Is adamant that is he doesn't win the game, he wants you to. After all how could you not? You're smart and courageous and stunning and—

• "Okay okay Al. I get it." You shook your head playfully, sighing

• You're the only one that gets to call him that. It's the only way he won't shiver when he hears the nickname. Plus he likes how it sounds coming from you

• "Anything for you amore."

𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞

• Mike is in absolute disbelief that you'd ever think you were anything short of amazing. I mean, really? You of all people thinking thst you don't measure up to others? Impossible. He just doesn't understand

• Mike is comforting in the aspect that he doesn't get it. One of the reasons he has a giant crush on you in the first place is, well, literally everything about you

• He adores you, and will go on small tangents about all the things he loves about you without even noticing

• "—and I mean don't even get me started on your kindness!" Mike laughed with heat tinting the top of his ears. He had been talking for quite some time now, not noticing that you had been staring at him with a greatful shine in your eyes

• Once you sit down and explain that it's a mental state, he just sort of goes. Oh. And then proceeds to hug you tightly. And I mean tightly. This guy has some strength on him—we've all seen how he nearly crushed Cameron that one time

• "I'll always be here for you!" He titters happily. "I think you're amazing no matter what!"

• Probably calls you awesome sauce anytime he notices you feeling down. It's so ridiculous that it just manages to cheer you up everytime

𝐌𝐚𝐥

• Durring All Stars, all Mal can think about is winning. He doesn't have time for pesky emotions like all the other peons. It'd just slow him down

• "Why do I care if they feel like dirt. It's not my problem they can't keep their eyes on the prize." Mal frowns at the confessional camera deeply. Normally, he'd be downright gleeful at the prospect of someone being thrown off their game. But he can only bring himself to glower

• For the sake up keeping up appearances, and only for the sake of keeping up appearances, he'll approach you this one time

• "Hey there buddy!" He dragged out the y in hey, hair flipped up on his forehead to look like Mike. "What's wrong?"

• Tells himself that he's only doing this to blackmail you later

• Cameras later cut to another one of Mals' confessionals. This time, he refuses to make eye contact with the lense

• "Maybe I helped them feel a little better. So fucking what." He glares. "It's not like I care or anything. Because I don't." Mal makes sure to emphasize that last sentence deeply

• He doesn't seem to mean it

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐚

• His way of comforting you consists of taking his hat off and placing it on your head for you to wear. All while ruffling your hair

• Isn't opposed to sitting and listening to what's got you down in the dumps. He can't promise that he'll offer good advice, but the time spent with you is his way of showing that he cares

• Resorts to sly compliments and winks to try and make you feel better

• "Come on. Let's see that smile! Ah there it is, you beaut!"

• Later, he presents you with a nice rock from some excavating he had been doing for fun. Said it reminded him of you the moment he had dug it out

𝐒𝐯𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚

• "Zis vill not ztand!"

• Svetlana immediately grabs you by the shoulders and brings you closer to her, an extremely serious look on her face as your eyes widen

• "You are ze best person Svetlana knows!" She furrows her brows. You begin to say something, but she cuts you off immediately. "You vil not slander your amazingness. Svetlana will not alow it!"

• Even if it was just a small self-loathing joke you made, or a giant trauma dump, she'll always act with the same intensity. Will not let you think for a single second that you're worth less than you really are

• Absolutely does silly tricks to cheer you up. Even pretends to fail a couple just to hear you laugh

• "Silly Svetlana!" She sighs dramatically from her spot on the ground, peaking an eye open when you're not looking to smile at the way you laugh

𝐕𝐢𝐭𝐨

• For once in his life time he stops flexing to listen to you

• Is absolutely baffled. Perhaps even a little bamboozled

• "Ayo, I know no one can ever measure up to tha Vito, but you're a close second." He smiles charmingly with his hands on his hips. It's his highest verson of a compliment

• Offers to take you out for a tan session at the lake. Insists that it always makes him feel better and that it will for you to. It's not like he's just saying that so he can see you in a swimsuit. Why would you ever think that?

• "Okay okay, you caught me. But it's only because I think you're smoking ho— ow!"

• Pretends to recoil in pain when you hit him, complaining about how strong you are. Is pleaded when you have to hide a smile at his antics

• "There we go sunshine! Now come on let's go. I know you're just waiting to get a peice of this action on the beach."

• You smile and tell him to shut up

[trendywaifus]

Okay okay, babe, idk how to word it BUT do you know that one trend? Where someone puts lipstick on themselves and then it slips off the lips? 😭😭 And they or someone rubs it off and the camera pans to the other person? THIS, BUT WITH STELLA AND KAFKA? I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGING

standdddd uppp nowww! I hope I done it correctly!

“ hey woman, what’s the hold up? where are you and (name)? me and blade are waiting for you two by the ship! “ sliver yells impatiently at her phone as her magenta—haired colleague appears on the accepted video call. her brow furrowed at how disheveled kafka looked compared to her usual appearance. her fringes messily hovered over her eyes, the contact lenses she normally wears wasn’t even on—instead, her light purple hues were more visible and lively. she barely had on any makeup except for the red lipstick and even then, it seemed like it was sloppily done and smudged.

“ sorry for the wait darling, i have a little distraction here, we’ll be there. “ she apologies lowly, smiling down at the camera. sliver wolf rolls her eyes as kafka glances off to her side, her smile grew wider. what seems like to be your hand moves into the frame and attempts to wipe the smudge from the corner of her lips.

“ i’m so over it with you two. “ sliver wolf mutters, annoyed as the camera pans over to you. your face was covered with lipstick stains, looking absolutely dumbfounded as your eyes caught on to sliver wolf’s. “ k-kafka, you crazy woman! “ you smacked the phone away from your face, the aforementioned woman giggles before the phone call ended.

“ i can’t believe those two. . “ the hacker sighs exasperatedly then turns her head towards blade who had his arms crossed with dissatisfaction after hearing the whole ordeal. “ i guess we will have to waste even more time to wait for those two clowns. “

he merely grunts with a shrug, “ typical. “

“ (name), are you wearing lipstick? “ march asks, curiosity laced with her voice. she quints at you from the other end of the screen and you chuckle nervously, “ w-well, i kinda wanted to try it on, y’know? “ she stares at you suspiciously, “ but why is it smudged? “

“ because it’s my first time, it’s not going to be perfect march. so, why did you video call me? “

she definitely wasn’t buying that but she decided to shrug it off. “ stelle isn’t answering her phone and i wanna ask you if you seen her around. “ she blinks in confusion when your eyes immediately travels somewhere off screen for a few seconds before returning your attention back to her. you smile playfully, “ yeah. I know where she is. “ on cue, stelle’s hand came into view, clumsily smearing more of the smudge from the crevices of your red stained lips.

march’s gasp was dramatic when the camera switched over to stelle who was casually covered with lipstick prints. she waves at the camera with her other hand, “ did you need me march? “ there was a few moments of silence before a small click! fills your ears and afterwards a loud zwoop! indicating the call ended.

“ uhhh stelle, did she just take a screenshot of you and leave? “

“ yeah. “

“ she’s going to show and tell everyone, isn’t she? “

“ yup. “

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

i swear i saw this prompt lying around somewhere but now i cant find it :0 either way, may i request a farmer that is teasing (either dating or married to) harvey and playfully tries out wearing his glasses, only to realise that their vision gets a LOT clearer with the glasses on?

Have some one-shot, dear anon! Enjoy 💕

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"Remind me again, why you don't want to wear contact lenses during your aerobics?"

Harvey, who was sitting at the kitchen table, put aside his coffee mug and turned his head to Farmer standing by the stove.

"As I mentioned earlier, darling, they're more trouble than good for me. You have to get used to them, and that's not quick, plus the unfamiliar sensations, the constant care of the lenses and the purchase of special cleaning products...."

"Same with your glasses, Harv." Farmer, wearing a pink apron and holding a frying pan with scrambled eggs, came up to the doctor and poured the contents of the pan into his plate. "Bon appetit!" They leaned a little closer so Harvey could reach his lips to their cheek and kiss.

"I got used to my glasses, I'm much more comfortable with them."

"Mm-hmm, and you're comfortable changing them almost every week after Caroline's gym class."

They set the dirty dishes aside in the washbasin and sat down next to Harvey.

"Dear, it was only a couple of times. I just wasn't careful then." Harvey replied before he began to chew his breakfast thoroughly again.

Farmer slowly pulled their hands towards Harvey's face, taking off the doctor's glasses and trying not to poke him in the eye with them.

"Heh..."

After swallowing his food, the doctor stared at Farmer questioningly, "Something wrong? You've been so interested in my glasses lately..... Do you have something against it?"

Farmer snorted. "Of course not, love. I was just curious as to why you never gave contact lenses a chance, at least during exercise."

"On the other hand, though... They do give you a bit of charm. But you're also sexy without your glasses too..." That last comment made Harvey's face blush a little.

"Don't you want to give my glasses back, darling?"

"Hmm..." Farmer pretended to hesitate.

"No~" With a sly smile, they put Harvey's glasses. "Well, how do I look, darling?~"

"You look like the most beautiful blur I've ever seen," Harvey smirked, hearing Farmer's ringing laughter at his joke.

"Hah! That's a good one. Huh..."

"Is everything okay?"

"I feel like the world has become... clearer. Is that normal?"

"Farmer, take those off for a second..." Farmer obediently gave Harvey his glasses. When his vision was clear again, the doctor got up from the kitchen table in the direction of the hotel. A minute later he returned with a spare pair of glasses and handed them to Farmer. "Put these on, please." It didn't take long for Farmer to take them.

"Wow... Everything's so clear! I never noticed before... Oh, I see a cobweb in the corner! I knew I missed a cobweb when I was cleaning."

"...My soul, when was the last time you had your eyesight checked?"

"Heck if I know. You're the doctor here." Well, Harvey can't argue with that.

"I'm gonna have a couple of tests. And if my concerns are confirmed, you should start wearing glasses, too."

"Or contact lenses." Farmer said.

"If you get used to them."

[arinzu]

The angst story was great! İf that's okay with you can you please make an ending in which the reader doesn't forgive her big brothers? (If I was in the reader's place I wouldn't forgive them for what they did to my mental health and the wasted years that we could spend happily couldn't ever come back again.)

Omg tysm! and ofc

Part 1 l Part 2 l

Why should i forgive you...?

Summary : 23 years since you've been isekai'd to this universe, you had cut off the itoshi brothers out of your life. But they appear at your doorstep.

No ships! everything is platonic, angst, this is very messy, isekai'd reader!

Credits to the owners of the dividers! this fanfic style is from @chateaaa

You were peacefully trying to make another machine, the device you were making is a 'teleportation device', you note that if you continue to make the device at this rate while having a day off every week.

You'll be able to finish it in your early 30's...

It's much more complicated than making the time travel machine, you had to make in pocket size fot to use government at will.

You suddenly heard your doorbell rang, you were suspicious so you got your security cameras and zoom in towards the front door.

'...'

'What the...'

'Why the fuck are they here!?' you scream to yourself internally, shock by seeing the itoshi brothers infront of your doorstep.

You took off your lab coat and started running towards the front door, your mind started racing with possibilities on what they will say to you.

it seems the hallways is massive the more you ran towards the front door. Most of all you felt nauseous.

But the thing... that is how did they find you?

You remember after you graduated collage you dyed your hair, wear contact lenses.

And even change your legal name to something else, it's all so they wouldn't find you and can't contact you, it's all because to not felt what you felt that winter night.

You didn't even notice that you were already at the door.

'What should i do?'

'Maybe i should pretend to not know them.'

'it could be by coincidence...'

You opened the door with a smile.

"good day, i'm-"

"Cut the crap (reader)'' One of the brothers spoke up.

You stayed silent surprise by sae's vulgar statement, you froze up but still giving a smile.

"I think your at the wrong house, there's no reader in this house."

"We know it's you (reader)"

You saw no point to keep your act up, you drop the smile and started to glare at them, they took it by surprise they didn't expect your reaction at all.

You tried to hold yourself back but you were only human.

"What do you what from me? the person you felt disgusted to" You ask them crossing your arms.

They were taller than when you last saw them, if you remember correctly the blue lock project ended a few years ago.

Rin is 24 while Sae is 26 but they didn't look a day older than the last you saw them.

"(reader), were sorry for saying those things that night"

'Unbelievable' you thought to yourself, at least they apologize...

"You didn't deserve what we did to you" rin added, his face looking guilty.

You nodded and tried to slam the door in their faces, you couldn't stand looking at them for another moment longer. A feeling you never wanted to experience while with them, disgust.

"Hey wait!" rin shouted out once he notice you were about to close the door.

"What?" you asked stopping yourself from shutting the door.

"Can you forgive us?"

"No." you responded, as they were about to to replied you cut them off.

"First of all i can't just forgive, i will never forgive you for what you have done to me. "

"Did you know how much time i wasted trying to mend our relationship!?"

You finely blew up on them. All your anger and frustration aimed towards them.

"Second of all, i despite you both for being the one who cause me pain, i had to get therapy because of you both."

"I like you both as people, i respect you both as being one of the most best people at football. But i hate you both for being my older brothers."

"You both were right, your disgusted of me being your little sister, while im disgusted calling you my older brothers."

"That's all to it, congrats on your guys wins, but we won't have a siblings relationship. Ever, goodbye itoshis"

You shut the door in their faces without a second thought, you breath a sigh of relief of finally letting all of your emotions go. You were harsh but atleast they seemed to understand your desicion.

Yup this is it, i think it was basic asf but tysm for requesting, i woke up at 1 pm when i saw your request at wrote this fic at 3 pm, i will prob not add another ending but if i get a request i will :D

[m11quda]

[ Alright, here’s the second post to my Deep Sea AU! ]

[ this one is separately just about the Kinito Crew, just some basic info about em! PS: this post is gonna be RLLY long, and before I rlly get to them, I just wanna talk about some basic stuff! ]

I recommend to read this post before diving into those there’s some important base info about this AU in it: LINK

/// like before, slight mention of violence and Manipulation, nothing major, but just incase! :)

Now for this crew, what are they, they are a type of Mermaid/Siren species, mixed in whit other types of Sea/Water based life, they are around double as big as a normal human [let’s say average human being 5 feet tall].

They are very prone to attack humans, most of the time they would attack small ships to boats that would just be out at sea, they aren’t much afraid to come close to humans, so even small boats on the shore aren’t safe, this was one of the reasons why the company had to capture them.

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They have siren like powers, where they can potentially manipulate humans to do what they tell them to, it can either be done over the eye‘s or voice!

Voice manipulation: based around the „singing“ I rather want to use something based on the idea of „Binarual Beats“ which a normal human can’t hear, but can have an impact on the brain.

Here they have sertain soundwaves in their voices, that when telling someone to do something for them, they have an incredible strong impact, not rlly like hypnosis cause the person is still awake and aware, but feels more like „if I don’t do this my heads gonna explode“.

For this, the company has developed special ear buds, which allows the wearer to hear, but it kills and Sound waves which could have a negative impact on the brain.

Eye manipulation: this one rarely gets used by them, for this, let’s use kinito as an example, needs to keep full eye contact for a while, which then can put the affected in a type of trance, or if done shortly, can again have affect on the brain. [which can causea panic like feeling]

Just like before, the company came up which glasses/contact lenses, which keeps someone from being put into a trace.

Workers are required to wear both at all times when handling anyone from the crew, so sayd worker is aware of his surroundings at all times and doesn’t get distracted!

Now let’s get a bit more into these three!

But before I start, I wanna say I had to ignore real biology a bit, mainly because I’m making mermaids here, and this plays in the Sea, if I would make kinito fully and axolotl, he would not sieving in such salty waters, so while all of them still have parts of their original species, they are still mainly mermaid like creatures! Okay let’s go!

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Kinito

Species: Part Axolotl Sea creature

Size: 11 feet tall

Specific ability: extremely quick, glows under fluorescent light.

Kinito is a good in between Sam and Jade, Thinks before he act‘s, but still has quite the short temper when he doesn’t get what he wants, but will put up an act to have a better chance to get his way!

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Jade

Species: Part Jellyfish Sea Creature

Size: 9 feet tall

Specific ability: can glow in the dark, tentacle can stink and paralyze victim.

Jade is the calmest of the group, thinks before she act‘s which even in her scared up state kept her out of a lot of trouble, she‘s more quiet, and in captivity only attacks when she feel threatened, that doesn’t mean she’s gonna be nice…

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Sam

Species: part Anemone Sea creature

Size: 10 feet tall

Specific ability: tentacles can sting and paralyze victim, strongest of the three.

While naturally being more layed back, Sam is VERY aggressive towards humans, and will straight up just attack out of the blue, mostly being kept back my Jade.

[ okay that’s it for now, hopefully get to have some time to work on this AU a bit more! ]

[ See ya!^^ ]

[mcflymemes]

THE PRINCESS DIARIES & THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2: ROYAL ENGAGEMENT PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from both films (2001 & 2004)

the brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

wait for me! wait for me!

anyone can see your desires. no one knows what's in your heart.

you are so lucky you don't know who your parents are.

i am invisible... and i am wet.

i'm just supposed to watch you.

am i too late to ask you to accept my hand in marriage?

you broke my glasses!

don't worry about me.

a princess never chases a chicken.

this really is more romantic in books.

oh, by the way! i'm getting married!

you're not very good at lying.

i thought you'd never ask.

oh! oh yes! i absolutely accept!

somebody sat on me again.

we just made the bed.

tell me a secret.

i have done a lot of flying in my day.

do we have any problems?

you'll never be bored.

i loathe you.

no matter how many times you press that, it will still go up and down the same way.

i just love to look at him.

you look so... clean.

can you please pretend you have a life for just one moment?

just in case i wasn't enough of a freak already, let's add a tiara.

this is between a waltz and a tango.

we don't slump like this.

tell me your greatest desires.

i thought you said you never slide.

if there are no more passengers, i think we should close the door.

this is getting us nowhere! talk to me!

are you sassing your grandma?

courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgement that something is more important than fear.

i have never put on pantyhose before, but it sounds dangerous.

why me?

yeah, he's cute.

shut up!

look out the window.

as always, this is as good as it's gonna get.

don't forget your shoes.

i haven't danced with you since your birthday.

you're morphing into one of them!

probably all i ever do is think about myself.

i can't do this.

i have diplomatic immunity in 46 countries, including puerto rico.

i love your eyebrows.

you can't run from everything?

i simply cannot condone it.

love does things for reasons that reasons cannot understand.

hang up the phone!

the secret is... i still want to.

the fault was entirely my own.

i'd like to report an accident.

the three of us have to talk.

what am i, a duck?

my job is to protect the crown.

stop daydreaming!

oh! your foot! i'm so sorry, are you all right?

i hate it when they move in like that.

is there maybe something else about me and my life that just maybe i might want to know about?

this is so cool!

now what did you want to tell me?

just stop it, okay?

you will answer directly to me.

are you sure you don't want to exchange licenses and proof of insurances?

he's not a backstreet boys clone.

i don't like you.

i look like a moose.

well aren't you just... crafty.

i've got a wedding to go to.

wait wait! no, not you. i don't even know you.

can we park a block away from school?

you know what? i don't feel protected.

you will find the word "fear" is not in my vocabulary.

i won't be getting married today.

oh my god! you're here!

i beg your pardon!

oh, for the love of god!

why do you talk like that?

is your mom dating an undertaker?

you look so... young.

can i borrow a comb?

oh, yeah, that is exactly what you did.

i know it's short notice, but you were all dressed.

so where are you taking me?

who destroyed you?

just because i didn't get my fairytale ending doesn't mean you shouldn't.

not if you didn't want me to.

they're smitten!

well, that probably wasn't the best idea.

you look ridiculous. you should sue.

have you ever experienced that instant headache when you eat ice too quickly?

just because your hair sucks, get off mine!

do you wear contact lenses?

i would gladly take a bullet for you.

look over there.

is this the punishment for driving without a licensed driver in the front seat?

you broke my brush.

so what are we learning today?

did you happen to see who's here?

you talk to him much?

well, the camera's all ready to go.

let's go this way.

ever take those shades off?

are you ready?

enough bowing! back to your chores!

no more straggling for me.

you did very well. very charming.

the light is perfect!

i'm feeling shy, come on.

you chose me, and i accepted.

did you hear that?

do you have any change?

no, it's not attractive!

okay, i look like an asparagus.

where is she going?

if this were my party, we'd be kissing by now.

they put me on hold!

we never rush. we hasten.

you know what? i'm fine! i'm good!

a strange woman came in here and asked to hide in your closet so i let her.

should i shoo him?

[presidentbungus]

unedited sneak peek at the beginning of a spycentric smissmas fic :) team reunion at scout's. i am looking for a beta for this bad boy so hit me up if you have any interest.enjoy

It’s a potent relief when, finally, he knocks on the door and Scout appears behind it, in a hot pink apron covered in a pale approximation of buttercream. It’s less relieving when he’s practically tackled with an embrace that does an excellent job of spreading a pale approximation of buttercream all over the front of a brand new, extremely expensive trenchcoat, but maybe that’s what he deserves for wearing it here.

Scout pulls back and sets a hand on both of his shoulders—which are, notably, still covered in useless bandage, a habit he has apparently never broken—and says, in a voice just as awful as Spy remembers: “Holy shit man I didn’t even think you’d come.”

He could turn around and leave, right now, and change his contact information and vanish into the sea. It takes a substantial amount of effort to keep himself from smiling. “… Good. Thank you for… telling me.”

Scout’s eyes move down, presumably to the frosting all over Spy’s front and he says something along the lines of “Oh crap sorry sorry sorry” and hands start ineffectively scrubbing at his chest. Spy looks over his shoulders into a hallway much longer than the one he was expecting, into a kitchen filled with screeching children and adults already starting on their drinking for the day.

Dreadfully familiar faces circle the island.

Dell stands leaning over the granite, wrapped in an apron and pounding some heinous mixture into submission with a whisk in a mixing-bowl. He’s grown a beard, since Spy last saw him—unkempt, but it certainly suits him. And that hideous hard-hat is nowhere to be seen, but he’s still wearing those awful goggles and it takes Spy a moment to notice those lenses are glaring right at him.

His stomach sinks. Spy turns his attention back towards Scout, slapping his hands away and hissing. “Jeremy—Jeremy, you’re making it worse.”

“I’m—jeez, I’ll get some water or something, okay?”

“It’s fine.” Dell is still looking over—he can feel it, and he won’t dignify it with any more eye contact than strictly needed. Scout is still suggesting solutions and none of them make remotely any sense. “Jeremy, it’s fine. I’ll have it dry-cleaned.” And this still doesn’t stop him, so he asks over him: “Are you going to invite me inside or are you going to spend the entire day smearing buttercream on my coat?”

“Oh. Oh!” He finally gets the idea and moves aside, awkwardly sweeping his hand into the house. “Uh, welcome in, uh, mi casa is you casa, or whatever, should I… take your coat or something?”

He steps inside (it smells like gingerbread) and closes the door behind him when it becomes clear Scout is too distracted to remember to do so. “I assure you I will manage.”

“Okay. By the way you can just call me Scout. If you want.”

And then he continues to stand there and watch Spy start to unbutton his coat like a mud-covered dog begging for food on the side of the road.

“Scout. I appreciate your hospitality, but I can take it from here.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t budge.

“Go away.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Finally, finally, this leads him to scamper back into the commotion of the kitchen.

Spy breathes a sigh of relief, pulling his coat the rest of the way off and looking for a place to store it. There’s a coat rack by the door (which he faintly recognizes as the same one he used decades ago) with what looks like every jacket of every single person currently inside the house piled on top of it—he wrinkles his nose.

He folds his coat into a square and tucks it under his shoulder. Perhaps he’ll hold onto it, for now.

The foyer is large—much larger than what could barely be called a mudroom in the old house, essentially a closet so packed with jackets and shoes and scarves you’d have to pick through it like a minefield, no matter how much Charlotte desperately tried to make them keep it clean. The room is relatively enclosed, though connected to several different spiraling hallways, and the walls are navy-blue, turning cream in the corridors that branch out, and much of the furniture is entirely too new and ornate for Spy’s tastes—largely unused plush leather armchairs, grand mahogany trophy-cases contrasting with the junk they’re filled with, paintings in pristine frames of ships and landscapes and women that must’ve come with the house. It’s almost uncanny, mixed with scraps of furniture and decor he recognizes, basic, well-worn, falling apart.

The interior of the house certainly matches the exterior; expensive-looking without cohesion, presumably fancy to someone who’s never had money before. It’s obvious where Scout’s paychecks were going; he must’ve bought the first and most expensive pseudo-mansion he saw.

Spy knows he’ll have to go properly into the house eventually, but the idea of all those sets of eyes on him at the same time—and one pair in particular, scrutinizing, unimaginable—makes his skin crawl. His hands are buzzing; they’ve been buzzing since before he got to the house. Bare, exposed to the air—he willed himself to go without his gloves, to prove something to himself—to brace for being seen again, that he could bear to be seen again, perhaps—it’s all he can think about, every nerve receptor in his fingertips grazing every stitch of fabric on his coat, intermingling, screaming static into his spine, buzzing all the way back down to the tip of his nose…

Something taps his shoulder—a shockwave through his nervous system—he jerks forward, yelping, and turns around, and it’s Dell, it’s Dell, it’s Dell.

“You alright, friend?”

Spy’s hand darts into a vest pocket and pulls out a set of black leather gloves and slips them on, and relief floods his system. His tongue suddenly stops swelling in his mouth. Smoothly: “Yes, of course.”

Dell smiles apologetically, raising his hands—ungloved, yet his prosthetic hand is nowhere to be seen, both arms perfectly intact and pristine. Curious. “Sorry for startlin’ ya, uh—I know you, uh, don’t… I just kept sayin’ your name and it seemed like you were somewhere else.“

“It’s alright. I was… thinking.” He carefully copies the apprehensive-yet-hopeful expression on Dell’s face, brushing a hand through his hair—still feeling naked, but thankful for the sunglasses. This is manageable.

“… Must be a lot to be here again, huh.”

Spy has braced himself for that question every day for weeks and it still makes him seethe. He smoothly brushes over it. “In a way, yes.” Half-turning away, sheepishly: “Have I… missed anything, yet?”

He laughs. “Nah, nothin’ you’d be real interested in. ‘Less you’ve become a master chef since last time we talked?”

“… I can’t say I have.”

And then there’s nothing else to say, is there.

“Um.” Dell smiles, looks at the ground, and clears his throat. “Well it’s nice to see you again, slim. Been a minute, hasn’t it?”

The surreality of looking at him keeps hitting him over, and over, and over again. He holds out a hand. “Pleased.”

Dell shakes on it. It’s strange to be touching him again. “You’re, uh… lot taller than I remember.”

And he seems to have shrunk, though he doesn’t vocalize this. “I see you’re capable of growing hair.”

“Oh, yeah.” Dell awkwardly passes fingers through his beard, the close-shaved crop of grain on the top of his head. “I thought it’d be… wintery. And all.”

“It suits you.”

“… Thanks.” He blushes, and it’s almost nostalgic, that alone. He always blushed at everything. It emboldened Spy, made him hopeful about the way things would turn out, even if they ended up like they did. 

He frowns.

Dell clears his throat again. “Now, I know you’re… takin’ your time and all, but why don’tchya join us out there? Ya don’t have to help out,” he mumbles, “but there’s a lotta folks who’d like to see you again.”

“I doubt that.”

He frowns, deeper. Awful thing to say.

And he braces himself for something—Dell’s lip peels up and he prepares for the same scolding he always gets, but it never comes.

Dell moves to set a hand on Spy’s shoulder, thinks better of it and pulls it back to himself, and sighs, and somehow that’s worse. “Come with me or don’t. ‘S your decision.”

Spy’s not remotely sure how to respond to that, and he’s sure it’s embarrassingly obvious.

“Look. I appreciate you for coming, but I told myself I wasn’t gonna bend over backwards try’na… teach you somethin’, or… whatever I usually do,” he says, quietly. “I get this is tough for you. I do. And don’t give me that no you don’t look—I’ve spent every other night the past two or three weeks hearing all about how tough this is for you. But I keep tellin’ you, and I hope you know, that this—being here—this is what’s gonna help you.”

“I know,” he lies.

Dell crosses his arms, clearly unimpressed. Spy shrinks further into his coat. “Look, I’m going back to the kitchen,” he mumbles, matter-of-factly. “I told everybody not to come talk to you unless you talked first, so you can take your sweet time out here.” “You shouldn’t have done that.” “I don’t think so either, but what are you gonna do.” There’s a long, long moment where it seems like he’s going to leave it at that, but the look on his face softens—and finally the hand reaches his shoulder, and Dell says: “I really do appreciate you for coming. I hope you know that.”

A tempting you’re welcome dies on Spy’s lips. “... Of course.” And then he tacks on with a smile that probably looks as fake as it feels, the space between his ears at a slow-rolling boil: “Merry Smissmas.”

He laughs through his nose, something genuine, and through mechanisms Spy can’t quite discern the half-smile he offers instantly dissolves every bit of tension between them. “Merry Smissmas, Marce.”

Dell’s hand takes a little bit too long to come away after that, and Spy’s certain they both feel it; then he’s quickly gone, and Spy mourns the moment alone to a degree that frightens him.

[bonny-kookoo]

What would detective min do if he saw a big mean dog hybrid threatening his pretty kitty especially is she actually got scared

A/N: I'm glad we all noticed how he didn't argue to her about finding her pretty haha

You're finally able to run around again with a more comfortable brace around your ankle- though that doesn't mean he lets you roam around freely, his hand grabbing at your collar the moment you attempt to run off. "You're staying-"

"Right where I can see you" You mock him with rolling eyes, making him squint his eyes at you a little. "Can we go get some sweet snacks though? You only have old-people-snacks at your home.." you complain, and he tenses up his jaw at your bite at him.

"Sugar is just going to make you even more active." He mumbles, walking next to you with his hands in his pockets before he sighs. "Alright, fuck, here-" he suddenly says, opening his wallet to pull out some bills that he gives into your eager hands. They're opened palms up to receive the money, and he has to admit that you're kind of cute if you really try to be. "Remember-" He tells you, one finger pulling the front of your collar closer to him as he speaks. "-try and run and I'll be right behind you."

"Is that a promise or a threat, mister detective?" You purr, and he's got to admit that you do have your charm.

"Whatever suits you." He flirts back, catching you off guard as your eyes widen, feet eagerly carrying you inside the small corner store.

He waits outside lighting himself a cigarette, and it doesn't take you long to re-emerge with.. nothing?

There's a bark behind you, a group of dog hybrids laughing at the way you jump in fear, and Yoongi throws his cigarette down to stomp it out, before he turns you around, hand on the small of your back. "Det- it's fine, I wanna go home-"

"No." He tells you, walking back into the store now where the group of dog hybrids still chuckles amongst each other, one snarling at you. "-do you have an allergic reaction that you look like that?" Detective Min threatens the guy, who's taken aback by it.

"What's it to you, old man?" One asks, everyone laughing.

"Go, pick out what you want." The detective tells you, and you move to do as told- when one of the dog hybrids grabs after your tail- something he quickly regrets as Yoongi is faster, fingers tight around the guy's wrist.

There's nothing said- no arguments, nothing, mainly because of the nozzle of the gun pressed into the guys stomach, while he's got a knife not even close to the detective holding the gun.

Eye contact seems to be the main weapon though- yoongi for once not wearing his contact lenses to hide his identity as a hybrid. Maybe that's why the dog hybrid glaring at him simply scoffs this time, not picking up the fight as he pushes past him with his friends following. "Freak." One of them mumbles, before they're out the store.

You pull on his sleeve as Yoongi still looks at the entrance of the store, interest pulled away though as he looks down at you. "What?" He asks, as you put money in his hand.

"The change." You tell him matter of factly, three packs of different hybrid snacks.

"Keep it." He denies however, putting it back into the pocket of your skirt, before he leaves the store, turning around to look at you still standing in place, and he clicks his tongue, lighting a cigarette.

"What? Don't just stand there!" He calls out, annoyed, and you suddenly grin, running towards him and latching onto his arm as you walk, happily purring. "Okay that's a bit much- why're you so clingy-!" He whines, while you laugh.

"Oh come on Mister Detective, you love it!"

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[loveroftoomanyfandoms]

Cooking Up Love, Chapter 3

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T (for now, might change, might not)

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, more tags to come as the story develops

Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Thanks again to everyone who has liked/commented on/reblogged this so far! Enjoy this next installment!

(And extra thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the divider!)

(Also cross-posted to AO3.)

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41

You were in the break room at the Bulletin the next day brewing your morning coffee and wondering how you were going to tell Ellison that you had bombed the interview with Chef Murdock when Skyler, your work BFF who handled the Lifestyle section of the paper, poked her head in. "There's this incredibly hot guy out front asking for you," she said excitedly. "Do you have a secret boyfriend you haven't told me about?"

You shook your head with a light laugh, wondering who it was that had come to see you. "No, definitely not. Bring whoever it is to the conference room and tell them that I'll be there in a second, will you, please?"

"Sure thing!"

After Skyler left you finished making your coffee then headed to the conference room, freezing in the doorway as you spotted the absolute last person you had ever expected to see again. "Chef Murdock."

Chef Murdock's head turned towards you, the red lenses of his glasses reflecting your look of shock at seeing him. Today he was wearing jeans and a light gray T-shirt, which made him seem vastly more approachable than the red chef's coat and black pants of the previous afternoon… and inexplicably even hotter.

"Um, hi," he said. "May we talk?"

You nodded warily. "Sure."

You shut the door behind you, purposely not asking him to sit. "So, come to berate me some more?"

Chef Murdock had the decency to look chagrined. "Actually, I came to apologize for my behavior towards you yesterday and ask if you'd be willing to reschedule our interview."

Your eyebrows raised. "You came to apologize ?"

Chef Murdock nodded and held a covered container out towards you. "This is for you."

You took the container and peeked inside. "You brought me tiramisu?"

Chef Murdock shrugged, a shy smile forming on his face. "I was kind of hoping you'd accept it as a peace offering."

"It's not poisoned, is it?"

Chef Murdock chuckled. "Let me just say that I'm pretty sure I didn't accidentally dust the top with cyanide instead of cocoa powder when I made it this morning."

You couldn't help but smile at Chef Murdock's joke. "Well I'm no expert on poisons, but I'm pretty sure cyanide isn't supposed to be brown."

Chef Murdock's expression grew serious as he said your name. "I was extremely rude yesterday and my actions towards you were uncalled for, and for that I am very deeply sorry and hope you'll forgive me."

You studied him for a moment. He seemed genuinely contrite, despite you not being able to see his eyes.

Finally you sighed and set the container on the conference room table. "In that case, I accept your apology… and your 'sorry for being a pompous asshole' tiramisu."

Chef Murdock huffed out a laugh. "Thank you."

"Will this afternoon work for you for our interview? Same time as yesterday?" 

Chef Murdock nodded. "Yeah, that'll work."

"Great." That would actually give you time to prepare.

Chef Murdock hesitated. "So I'll… see you this afternoon, then?"

You nodded. "Here, I'll walk you out. Let me just put this in the refrigerator first."

You quickly went to the break room before returning to escort Chef Murdock back to the elevator. "Want me to just call the restaurant when I get there?"

"Oh, actually, let me give you my cell number," Chef Murdock replied. "You can text me when you're nearby."

"Okay." You pulled out your phone and added Chef Murdock as a contact, typing in his number as he recited it to you. "I'll see you this afternoon, then."

Chef Murdock nodded. "Thank you again."

"No problem."

You waited until Chef Murdock left then went back to your desk to begin your research. 

Skyler immediately ran over to you. "So who was the hottie?"

You glanced up at her. "Oh, that was the chef Ellison asked me to interview yesterday. Something had come up so he needed to reschedule."

Skyler huffed out a laugh. "I wouldn't mind sampling his cuisine, if you know what I mean."

You shook your head with a smile. "I've gotta get some research done for my article, so I'll talk to you later, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I've gotta run anyway. I'm covering some fancy meeting that some rich old ladies' society is holding this morning and I don't want to be late."

As Skyler went to grab her purse from her own desk you ran another internet search on Chef Murdock, scrolling through the search results and pausing as you found a link to an old Bulletin article.

Local Boy, 9, Seriously Injured in Heroic Rescue Attempt

An attempt at saving a life changed another forever yesterday when Matthew Murdock, age 9 of Hell's Kitchen, was seriously injured after he prevented another person from being hit by a vehicle. Witnesses say that the boy came to the rescue of a man when a chemical truck overturned, causing an as-yet-identified substance to splash into the boy's eyes.

"He's a hero," said one eyewitness. "Didn't even hesitate, just jumped right into action to push that man out of the way."

"He should be commended," said another, "and his parents applauded for raising such a brave young man."

The boy's father, local boxing legend 'Battlin' Jack Murdock, declined to comment other than to say that his son is in critical, but stable, condition. 

You remembered Chef Murdock saying that his father had passed shortly after his accident, so next you looked up Jack Murdock, sucking in a breath at the news headline on your computer screen.

Local Boxing Legend Killed In Apparent Mob Hit

You quickly scanned the article -- apparently Chef Murdock's father had been beaten and shot after a boxing match against Carl 'Crusher' Creel and his murder never officially solved, although it was suspected that mob boss Roscoe Sweeney had been behind the hit.

You huffed out a breath. How awful. It was no wonder that your statement about how proud Chef Murdock's parents must have been of him had touched a nerve.

You made a few more notes and wrote down some other questions to ask Chef Murdock, looking up as Ellison stopped by your desk. 

"How'd the interview go yesterday?" he asked.

"Actually, something came up while I was there and Chef Murdock asked me to reschedule," you replied, deciding to leave out the details of what exactly had happened. "I'm meeting with him this afternoon instead."

Ellison nodded. "Okay, excellent. Let me know how it goes."

"Will do."

You finished up some other articles that you had due so you could focus your attention on Chef Murdock, completing the last one right as it was time to leave.

You grabbed your tiramisu out of the staff refrigerator and told Ellison you were leaving to go to Daredevil. 

You made a quick stop at home to drop off your dessert since it was on your way then headed to the restaurant, feeling much more prepared than you had the previous day. 

"So how'd it go?" Foggy asked as Matt entered the kitchen at Daredevil. "Were you able to reschedule the interview?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, we're meeting this afternoon. Same time as yesterday."

Foggy huffed out a relieved breath. "So how much did you have to grovel?"

Matt chuckled. "I made tiramisu for her this morning."

Foggy whistled. "Wow, pulling out the big guns."

Matt moved to wash his hands and put on an apron. "Come on, we've got a lot of prep to do for tonight's service."

He and Foggy set to work prepping ingredients for that night's dinner service, Matt's mind occasionally wandering to you and his upcoming interview. 

He had spent a few hours after dinner service the night before listening to transcripts of previous articles you had written, and he could tell that his initial assessment of you had been completely wrong. Your attention to detail in your articles showed that you clearly took pride in your work and had painstakingly researched each and every subject you had written about.

"...If you keep cutting up that basil you're going to get pesto," Foggy said suddenly.

Matt stopped cutting, realizing that the basil he was supposed to be chiffonading was now pretty much macerated. "Shit. "

Foggy chuckled. "You okay, buddy?"

Matt shook his head, trying to clear it. "I'm fine, I'm just…"

"Nervous?"

Matt remained silent.

Foggy patted him on the shoulder. "Just turn on that Murdock charm of yours and you'll be fine."

Matt's phone chimed in his pocket. "New text message."

Matt fished his phone out and tapped at the notification.

"Hi, Chef Murdock, just letting you know that I'll be by the restaurant in about 5 minutes, " his phone read out to him.

"I'll finish up here," Foggy said. "You got this, Matty." 

Matt huffed out a breath. "I hope so."

He took his apron off and went to wash his hands again, then headed up front right as you were walking up.

He unlocked the door and let you in, noticing your heartbeat pick up nervously. "Hi, thanks for coming."

"Hi," you replied.

Matt gestured to a nearby table. "Here, have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, some water would be nice, please."

Matt nodded. "Sure thing. Just a second."

He returned to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of water glasses and a bottle of cold, filtered water before returning to you.

He poured some water into one of the glasses before setting it in front of you. "Here you go."

"Thank you," you replied.

Matt poured himself some water before setting the bottle down on the table and taking the seat across from you.

He could hear you tapping at your phone screen. "Um, do you mind if I record this? It helps me with direct quotes and stuff."

Matt shook his head. "No, that's fine."

"Okay, great." You tapped at your phone screen and stated your name, the date, and the time. "Interviewing Chef Matthew Murdock at Daredevil, take 1."

You cleared your throat. "Chef Murdock, thank you for taking the time to meet with me."

"It's my pleasure," Matt replied.

"So to start, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself."

"Well, I was born and raised by my dad here in Hell's Kitchen," Matt said.

"He was a boxer, right?" you asked. 

Aha. Definitely did her research today. "That's right, 'Battlin Jack Murdock'. He didn't have the best fight record, but to me he was the greatest boxer of all time."

"So what made you want to be a chef?"

"I was in an accident when I was 9," Matt said. He wasn't sure how much you knew about the details of it but decided to just go ahead and give you the full story -- well, almost the full story. "A chemical truck collided with a car and overturned, and there was this old man who would have been crushed if I hadn't pushed him out of the way. Unfortunately while I was pushing him out of the way I fell and some of the chemicals got into my eyes, which blinded me."

"I'm very sorry to hear that," you said sympathetically.

Matt shook his head. "My palate became very… sensitive after that and nothing anyone else ever made tasted right."

His other remaining senses had also become extremely sensitive, but that wasn't relevant to the current conversation. "Anyway, my father died when I was 11 and I was sent to live in an orphanage run by the local diocese." He smiled wryly. "You can imagine how the food was there."

You let out a light laugh. "Oh I can guess, especially for a picky eater."

"Well the nuns quickly got tired of dealing with my dietary needs, but then again they weren't going to let me starve so eventually they hired someone to teach me how to make my own meals."

Stick had taught Matt how to cook using his instincts and use his remaining senses to identify the freshness of ingredients but had abruptly quit when Matt had made him a cake as a thank-you. Clearly you're not learning, he had said after tasting it, in which case I have nothing more to teach you.

Matt shook his head. "I started developing my own recipes after that, then after I graduated high school I decided to enter culinary school, where I met my business partner.

"After we graduated we were both offered positions as line cooks at Landman & Zack over in Manhattan, but we decided to open a restaurant together instead. We stayed open a few years then closed it and reopened as Daredevil."

What he didn't say was that Nelson and Murdock had been a mild success until one bad review had nearly tanked both Matt's reputation and his friendship with Foggy. 

"Daredevil is a very interesting name for a restaurant. How did you come up with that?"

"One of my college professors referred to me as a 'daredevil' chef once, and it kind of stuck with me." Matt's lips quirked up into a smile as he waved a hand around. "And after all, we are in Hell's Kitchen…"

You huffed out a light laugh, your demeanor becoming more relaxed. "That's very true."

You continued asking him questions, both of you relaxing more as the interview went on.

Matt was telling you a story about the time one of his culinary school classmates almost set their hair on fire while trying to flambé some bananas for a bananas foster cheesecake when he heard Karen walk up.

"Hey, Matt," Karen said. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're opening in 10 minutes."

You let out a slight gasp. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how long we had been talking. I didn't mean to take up so much of your time, Chef Murdock."

Matt shook his head. "It's quite alright, I finished most of my prep work before you arrived." 

You stopped your recording and gathered your things. "Thank you for your time."

"It was my pleasure," Matt replied honestly. "Let me know if you need anything else from me for your article."

"Okay, I'll be in touch if I do."

"Have a good evening."

"You too."

Matt waited as you left, your heartbeat growing fainter the further you got from the restaurant.

Karen turned to him. "Now, was that so bad?"

Matt shook his head. You had been professional, yet warm and welcoming -- which he still wasn't sure he deserved after the way he had treated you the previous afternoon. "No, actually, it wasn't."

Karen nudged him with her elbow. "See? I told you. Now come on, let's get ready to open."

[pitinthelanepages]

we need more Juan Manuel imagines !! the one you wrote was so good i loved it💗💗

summary: it's hard for your boyfriend, juan manuel correa, to focus on the movie. especially when you're wearing glasses.

genre: suggestive! fluff

a/n: i am back to keep jm nation alive, again 🤓

here's another jm oneshot i wrote, if anyone wants to read!

As an IT engineer, you have always been passionate about technology and enjoy the challenge of solving complex problems. You met Juan Manuel Correa, the F2 driver, at a social event and hit it off instantly. Despite your busy schedules, both of you decide to pursue a relationship and try to make it work.

Your job involves long hours of programming, testing, and troubleshooting software systems. You often work late nights and are on call for technical emergencies, which can make it difficult to plan activities with Juan. Meanwhile, Juan spends most of his time travelling around the world for training and races, and also has to maintain his physical fitness to stay competitive.

As a result of both of your demanding careers, you struggle to find time for each other. You try to stay in touch through video calls and messaging apps, but it's not the same as being together in person. You often miss each other's calls or have to cancel plans due to last-minute work commitments or travel arrangements.

Despite the challenges, as a couple, both of you  remain committed to making your relationship work. You prioritise quality time when you can, such as planning weekend getaways or attending each other's events whenever possible. You also make an effort to support each other's careers and interests, whether it's by attending a race or sharing updates on the latest tech trends.

Today is one of those days you finally have time for each other so you planned it to be a movie night ahead. As you prepare for the movie, you make some popcorn while Juan sets up the TV. You had decided to watch a classic action movie that you had both been wanting to see for a while. Once everything is ready, you snuggle up on the couch and start the movie. The opening credits roll and you both settle in, munching on popcorn. 

However, you notice the subtitles are too small for you to see them clearly so you disappear into your bedroom before appearing beside him with a set of glasses perched up on your nose. Initially, Juan doesn’t notice it as he is too immersed into the intense action scenes playing on the screen before you two but when he finally takes a glance at you, only to steal a couple more within a minute. 

Though you two have been dating for some time, somehow he has never noticed that you wear glasses. The way they perch on your nose, the lenses magnifying your eyes, make you look even more beautiful than usual.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, noticing his gaze.

Juan swallows hard. "Yeah, everything's great. I just... I didn't know you wore glasses."

You chuckle. "Yeah, I'm near-sighted. I usually wear contacts, but they're bothering me today."

Juan can't help but stare. The glasses make you look somehow vulnerable and sexy at the same time. He finds himself imagining all sorts of scenarios involving you in glasses, and his heart starts racing as he finds himself beginning to sweat in the comfort of his living room where the temperature has relatively been cold.

"You look amazing," he blurts out, his gaze intense yet lost in thoughts.

You raise an eyebrow. "What, in my glasses?"

He nods, feeling his face flush. "Yeah. I mean, you always look amazing, but there's something about the glasses that... I don't know. You look very cute. But don’t worry, I swear my thoughts are platonic."

You laugh. "Okay, now you're just teasing me and platonic thoughts, really?"

He shakes his head. "No, I'm serious. I can't believe I never noticed before. You should wear them more often."

You smile, and Juan feels a jolt of electricity shoot through him. He knows that this is going to be a long night, but he doesn't care. 

What he doesn’t know is that you have been his girlfriend for long enough to notice something is up with him but you choose not to mention it.

Later that night, you get ready for bed, slipping into your favourite pyjamas and running a brush through your hair. As you finish up your nightly routine, you feel Juan’s arms wrap around you in a loving embrace.

"Hey there," He murmurs, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Hey yourself," You reply, smiling at the warmth of his embrace.

He tightens his arms around you, and you can feel his heartbeat against your back. You close your eyes and lean into him, savouring the feeling of his body against yours.

"I know I swore they were just platonic thoughts," He says softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I have to be honest with you. Seeing you in those glasses tonight really turned me on. I couldn't stop thinking about you the whole time."

You’re surprised by his confession, but you also feel a sense of excitement and intrigue. You turn in his arms, facing him and looking up into his eyes.

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Juan nods, his gaze intense. "Yeah. I just can't help it. You look so sexy in glasses."

You feel a blush rising in your cheeks, but also a spark of desire in your belly. You had never thought of glasses as something sexy before, but the way Juan is looking at you makes you feel a rush of heat.

"I had no idea," you murmur, feeling suddenly shy.

He leans down and kisses you, his hands running through your hair. "Well, now you do," he whispers against your lips. The glasses are long forgotten as you explore each other's lips, the warmth of your embrace taking over.

"I love you," Juan whispers, pulling away from the kiss. "And I always will."

"I love you too," you say, your heart swelling with joy and anticipation. "And I can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me."

[novelmonger]

After a long delay (brought on by distractions as well as scurrying around with moving preparations), I finally got around to watching The Two Towers with the Design Team audio commentary, with Richard Taylor, Tania Rodger, Grant Major, Alan Lee, John Howe, Dan Hennah, and Chris Hennah.

Here are some new tidbits of information I've gleaned from it:

Richard Taylor's least favorite prosthetic work of the trilogy is that opening shot in TTT when Frodo starts awake and you can see his ear. Richard doesn't think the color-matching was done very well - but in their defense, I literally never noticed it in all the dozens of times I've watched this movie XD

When filming on location up in the mountains for Emyn Muil, people would go to lunch on ski lifts because there were ski resorts in the valleys XD

I never picked up on this (oops!), but the idea was that, though the Uruk-Hai were bred to be hardier and stronger than regular Orcs, the unnatural process of creating them meant that they age and deteriorate faster than regular Orcs. So when they're in the sunlight, their skin gets blotchy, their eyes get cataracts, and their hair starts turning grey.

When they burned the village in Rohan, they accidentally burnt one of their fake dead horses, which cost $2,000 to make. Also, there was one shot (which didn't get used) where the fire from one of the buildings suddenly shot out towards the camera, and the cameramen had to flee for their lives!

They specifically called for extras who actually knew how to chop down trees for the scene where the Orcs are cutting firewood at the edge of Fangorn. They ended up with a couple guys who were champion woodcutters - which I didn't know was a thing!

Richard Taylor said that if he could go back and redo one thing for TTT, it would be to redo the contact lenses for Snaga, because they ran out of time to make any themselves and had to just use commercial ones, and he didn't think they looked subtle enough. It's okay, Richard, I don't think anybody's noticed!

The way they made the inside of the Orcs' mouths black (because Orc blood is supposed to be black, so the reasoning is that no part of their bodies would be reddish or pinkish) was that they had a licorice-based mouthwash they would make every Orc actor swish around in their mouth before each take to blacken the inside of the mouth. And they would have to be careful not to get too much of it on their teeth, or the teeth would all get black too @_@

In the scene where the Three Hunters meet Eomer for the first time, they didn't want Karl Urban to wear the metal hero's helmet they'd made, since he had to dismount a horse. So the helmet he's wearing is made of urethane, but is designed and painted so well it looks like metal. The same goes for the horses' armor, because even leather will irritate a horse's skin when it's not accustomed to wearing anything on its face.

Richard Taylor points out that Gollum's hair is actually one of the most important elements of his design, because without it, he would just look like an alien. The straggles of hair humanizes him and helps us believe that he was once not so different from a Hobbit.

Weta hung a maquette of the fell beast from the sprinkler system, until one time the building was getting an inspection and they had to take it down ^^'

There were 350 sets planned for the whole shoot, though in practice, of course, they ended up doing a lot more work than that, what with rearranging certain sets like the Fangorn ones to make the locations seem bigger than the space they were actually filmed in.

A year before they started shooting anything at the Edoras location, they contacted local farmers and asked them to grow wheat for them, so they would have enough to thatch all the buildings. Because some of the wheat still had seeds, some of them started sprouting during the shooting. I haven't seen it, but apparently there's one shot where you can see a bit of green growing on one of the roofs - unintentional, but it adds an extra element of authenticity to the scene.

They built the indoor stable set close to the mountain where they built Edoras, thinking that surely there would be at least a day or two where the weather wouldn't permit them to shoot at Edoras. But there was no inclement weather the whole time they were shooting there, so they didn't end up needing the stables after all. So they had to break down the stable set and take it all back to Wellington to use later.

To make the rabbits that Gollum hunts, they got rabbit skins and stuffed them with something like gelatin or Turkish delight, so Andy Serkis could get at it with his teeth through a hole in the skin and pull it out like he's eating the guts. I don't think I ever really thought about it before, but I guess I always sort of assumed Andy Serkis was just miming it and they filled it in with CG or something.

They hired a traditional saddle-maker to originally make about 25 saddles for the main actors, thinking they would only need him for that and then let him go. But he ended up working for them full-time to make all the saddles, work on repairs, etc.!

Helm's Deep was the first drawing Alan Lee worked on for the movies, and it was also the first miniature they made.

For Treebeard's leaves, they had to outsource leaves from China to get the right look and shape, but then they weren't the right color, and they couldn't afford to have the factory in China paint them. So there was one guy who spent months hand-painting all the leaves that would go onto Treebeard's body @_@ This is the kind of above-and-beyond work that makes LotR so incredible, I think.

The Forbidden Pool wasn't supposed to be so murky; they designed the bottom of the pool with all of these rocks painted to make it look deeper than it actually was. They had trouble with the water foaming, because there are detergents in paint, so whenever you have water running over a painted surface, you run the risk of the water foaming up. But they ran out of time to figure out how to get the water to flow clean so you could actually see into the bottom :'(

Richard Taylor's least favorite piece of armor was the extra shoulder guards they gave Legolas for Helm's Deep. They wanted to show him also adding some extra armor like the others, but also wanted him to be immediately recognizable in wide shots. Richard Taylor thinks they compromised too much - they should have committed to either more or less. Personally? I never even noticed it was any different ^^'

They were struggling to get the Elf extras to march in time with each other, but what they discovered was that if they told them all to hold their bows exactly upright, the concentration it took to keep the bows in position actually helped them all march in sync with each other! Funny how little things like that work with our brains.

If I understood correctly, that one Uruk at Helm's Deep who screams with a really wide mouth in a close-up is actually an animatronic?! It was the first thing they built and shot for the demo they showed New Line to convince them they could make this project, but actually the last thing they shot for the final version of the movie.

The Uruk crossbows were made from timber that was leftover from some repairs in the workshop XD

Okay, here's a bit of lore that never really comes out in the movie: The berserkers, the Uruks who are first off the ladders (or like the suicide bomber guy carrying the torch to the wall), were designed with the thought that their helmets are filled with human blood before being forced onto their heads, so they'll be filled with bloodlust and be fiercer when they fight.

The greens department was too good at their job! Sometimes, they would dress the set with all the rocks and bits of grass and other things like that to be ready for the shoot, and it would look so natural that when other crewmembers would come in to set up, they would park their trucks and equipment on a part of the set that had been painstakingly dressed for filming!

There was a Gore and Injury team that was responsible for all of the makeup for blood and that kind of thing, and they were all very proud of their jobs. The truck they used to cart all of their buckets of fake blood and slime used to be a fruit and vegetable truck, and it still had the logo on the side that said "Fruity" XD

"We ended up making blood in huge quantities." - excellent out-of-context quote XD

(I feel like I've heard parts of this, but not all of it.) The first battering ram they made for Helm's Deep was way too heavy for stunt guys wearing full armor and also trying to act. But the second battering ram they made was too light! So with the third attempt, they made it lighter with a hollow middle where they could put sandbags to adjust the weight to get it just right. But the sandbags would move around as the ram was lifted, so they had to put barriers ("bulkheads" I think was the word used) inside to keep the sandbags from all bunching up at one end or the other.

Richard Taylor observed that actors and stunt people are actually more dangerous with the rubbery stunt weapons than they are with the real, "hero" weapons. With the sword made out of real metal with a sharp edge, they're cognizant of how dangerous it is, so they're more careful with it. But if you give someone a rubber sword, they'll whack the living daylights out of everybody XD

One of the challenges of using a miniature for the flooding of Isengard is that water doesn't scale very well. Because of water's surface tension and other physics factors, if you shoot water flooding a miniature, it will be immediately obvious that the water is too "big" for the objects it's flooding. So, ironically, they had to put a digital layer of water over the real water they filmed to make it look more realistic.

I can't remember if this was mentioned in the Director/Writer commentary or not, but back when LotR was originally envisioned as two movies, Peter Jackson wanted a dramatic moment with Frodo to end the first movie, and so for a time they floated the idea of one of the Nazgul on a fell beast coming to Amon Hen when Frodo puts the Ring on. John Howe talks about this, and how it's actually not as far from the book as you might originally think, since in the book, Frodo puts on the Ring on the Seat of Seeing and catches a glimpse of some flying creature heading his way. In the book, he takes the Ring off in time so the creature doesn't actually find him, but the idea was to have the Nazgul arrive in the movie. Thankfully, that didn't end up being necessary because they were able to make three movies.

The scene after the battle of Helm's Deep where Legolas and Gimli meet up and figure out who won the competition was John Rhys-Davies' first day on set??? He wasn't used to the prosthetics on his face yet, so he'd sweated a lot and it had become detached and left a weird wrinkle in his forehead. So they had Gino Acevedo, one of the prosthetics people, lying hidden amongst the orc corpses, holding onto a string or something attached to the prosthetic, pulling on it to try to keep it taut against John's forehead. I watch the scene, and I can't even imagine that happening off-screen @_@

In the Flotsam and Jetsam scene, the props guy came up to Dan Hennah before shooting was supposed to start, frantic because the apples weren't floating. Dan was like, "What? No, apples float!" but the guy tossed an apple into the water and it sank. So they hastily tried to come up with a solution, thinking they'd have to core a bunch of apples and stuff them with polyurethane to get them to float. But Dan was still positive that apples floated. So then he grabbed an apple and tossed it into the water...and it floated. And so did the next one, and the next. Eventually, they figured out what the problem was: There were some wax apples among the props that were so lifelike that the prop guy thought they were real apples, but the wax ones were heavy enough that they sank. So they could just use real apples in the scene. But they did have to stuff the turkey with polyurethane so it would float.

They ended up making 139 different versions of Frodo and Sam's packs @_@ They had to make different packs for different stages of the journey, because of weathering and eventually them carrying less and less in the packs as they get to Mordor. Then they had to make twice as many, because they also needed scaled-down versions for the scale doubles.

[honeybeeloxs]

MAN NEXT DOOR

Danny Brackett x Male Reader

This was requested so... yea!

SUMMARY:

Y/N accepts Samantha's offer to move in with her and Tara and Quinn, but refuses to go to a Frat Party with them, as he doesn't like dressing up and has some Film Studies homework to finish. Y/N and Danny become window buddies, but Y/N can't trust Danny after what happened in Woodsboro.

After what happened to you and Tara, Samantha considered you like a younger brother, So when she asked you to move in with her and Tara and this girl they found online, Quinn, you happily accepted. You could make new friends; obviously, you don’t like new people. You want the tiny friend group you already have with Sam and Tara, and you couldn’t trust new people after last year. 

Y/N plops down on the kitchen chair and huffs; he’s safe in his shared apartment; Quinn is right across the living room, being a slut as usual, and Tara had just left; he shouldn’t have let Tara go out, but when she asked Y/N if he wanted to go to a Frat Party with her down the street, Y/N declined; I mean… He could go, but that told he had to dress up; he doesn't like dressing up now, Y/N used to, but now oversized baggy sweatshirts and sweats occupy his closet with all the stuff he got from fast fashion stores shoved in the back of Y/N’s closet. Besides, Y/N had some Film Studies homework to finish.

Y/N was focused, trying to finish the Film Studies essay, but he was interrupted when Samantha entered the apartment. “Tara?” Samantha says, “Hey, Y/N, have you seen Tara?” “Uhm… Well, Uh…” Y/N got out of the kitchen chair and strumbled with his words as Samantha’s eyebrows raised in confusion; Y/N finally got his words out, “Don’t be mad,” he turned around, back facing Sam as he rummaged through the fridge before closing it, finding nothing. “Why would I be mad?” Sam questions, “W-Well, Uhm… Tara went to that frat party, like down the street….” Y/N muttered, fiddling and tugging on the hem of his sweatshirt, “What? Does she have her taser with her?” Sam shouts out, her eyebrows furrowed. Y/N shrugs his shoulders. “Well, I-Um, I can’t say how armed Tara is.” Sam runs out of the kitchen before grabbing her taser. “Alright… See you, Bye….” Y/N calls out before the front door shuts.

Y/N decided to migrate to his bedroom; grabbing his laptop and backpack, he stumbles into his room before plopping all his shit down on his bed; Y/N opens his window to let some fresh air in. Y/N likes his space, neatly decorated, not too cluttered but not too empty, and the best part is he’s window buddies with the guy from the next complex over, “Hey, hot stuff.” blush crept on Y/N’s face as he turned around, smiled and walked towards the window. “Talk about cheese,” you respond to him. “You from here?” the man asks while wearing a shirt. “Well-I... I’m from Woodsboro; I moved here a few months ago.” Y/N hit back at him, his voice echoing throughout the alley. “Oh, okay, How about I take you out?” the man exclaims, leaning out the window. Y/N scoffs, trying to hide his beet-red face.

“You don’t even know me, and I DON’T even know your name,” he says, chuckling; the man flashes him a smile before telling him his name is Danny. “Well, now you know my name, so you gotta tell me yours!” he replies excitedly. “Y-Y/N,” he says in response. “See! Now we know each other, so about that date.” Danny smirks while saying it. Y/N could roll his eyes so hard he’ll probably lose one of his contact lenses. Besides, Y/N doesn’t even know him; Y/N couldn’t trust him after what happened last year in Woodsboro. Y/N can admit Danny is attractive, but he couldn’t trust him; he wouldn’t let his guard down. Maybe Mindy got to him with her horror movie talk. “Well, I-Uhm…” Y/N stops thinking, “Uh, maybe later? We should probably get to know each other first.” Y/N mutters out to him while hiding his face. “Alright, Alright… playing hard to get,” Danny says snarkily. 

Y/N and Danny talked for a while; Tara got home and argued with Samantha while the rest of their friend group sat there and watched. “Okay, fine… Maybe you could take me out on a date.” Y/N mumbled. Danny smiled before telling him he’ll talk about where they should meet tomorrow. He can admit that their conversation is interrupted when Anika walks in a cute costume, but this is embarrassing. “Ooooh~ Who’s this, Y/N?” but before Y/N can answer, Danny yells out that he’s taking him out on a date. “Oh? That’s nice; you’re finally going out on a date. Let us get you out there, Y/N!” she yells out; oh, this is so embarrassing; Anika’s yelling told everyone in the living room your business. Y/N put his hands over his face hiding his face.

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay Visuals: Sleeping In The Cold Below

If I had a nickel for every time Voiceplay did a song from a videogame, featuring Omar Cardona and arranged by Geoff... (Well, this was actually a co-arrangement between Geoff and Rob Dietz, but my point still stands! 😝)

Voiceplay's video for Sleeping In The Cold Below was uploaded on the 17th of February, 2024 (which for me typing this, was yesterday), and the song comes from an "action role-playing third-person shooter multiplayer online game" called Warframe, originally released in 2013. I know buggerall about the game, and have never heard the original song before, but as we should all know by now, that doesn't matter when it comes to Voiceplay! I'm very excited to break this one down, so let's get into it!

Very cool mask things! (But also I'm glad they were only for the opening (and closing) shots)

Apparently this was filmed at some place called Optiview 360, and the name checks out tbh, because those are some very cool wall and floor effects, which I will be pointing out multiple times in this post!

(Also very niche little fun fact: the guys are in the exact same lineup order as they were for Dream On and Whiskey In The Jar: Geoff-Eli-Omar-Cesar-Layne!)

The contact lenses were definitely a great touch for this video, I must say

Cesar is wearing two different coloured contact lenses, because apparently he (and Omar too) couldn't decide which colour to go with (valid), and in fact Cesar and Omar are wearing one each of two pairs! (So basically their contact lenses match up)

Geoff's hair looks greyer than usual here, and I can't for the life of me figure out whether it was coloured grey for the video, or if it's just the lighting, or if this is more of his natural colour nowadays. I'm certainly not complaining though, and I'll just have to wait for more videos from him and Voiceplay this year to hopefully figure it out!

Also, even though I love his hazel eyes, whether you can actually see a tinge of green in them or whether they just look a dark-chocolate-brown colour, I'm not gonna lie, the contacts he's wearing here are really doing things for me 👀👌

(And his outfit in this video seems to fit *really well* on him and he looks fantastic in it okay bye)

Eli's wearing two different coloured contacts as well! (This Is Halloween flashbacks anybody?)

This is almost pure-white lighting, and I reckon this is his natural hair colour at the current moment. You can definitely see his grey-white streak here, and his hair does still have a notable bit of brown to it, but it's almost definitely getting greyer (embrace it! Love it! I know I sure do!)

(Actually I might do a Geoff hair study for this video, but later, and not as part of this post)

Everyone is now unmasked, and more cool background visuals!

Swear I won't point out every single background change in this video, because there seem to be a fair amount of them, but still! So many cool ones!

Notice Omar's different coloured contacts as well!

Is that a freaking black hole?

"It can hurt you, it can hold you, he can kick you or console you"

(Not shown here are Cesar's cool little head movements during the third shot pictured above)

Omar's got some moves! (Also background change yet again!)

Layne looking like he knows full well that he's just showing off at this point 😝😁

Complete and utter superstars!!!

(Also that hand next to/under the head movement is definitely on my list of "movements I mimic when (re)watching Voiceplay videos")

I mean WOW!

Also the background design changes at least 18 times, that's quicker than once every 10 seconds!

I loved this song and video so much I rewatched it almost immediately after my first watch, and then that night, I went and rewatched it again two more times! And honestly I'd have to say that out of all the videogame song covers Voiceplay has done (Enemy, Halo Theme, Dragonborn Comes, etc), this is 100% my favourite! Everything about this cover and video is so absolutely top-notch high quality, and the song absolutely slaps! Well done Voiceplay, you've knocked it out of the park again! Honestly the fact that they're just an independent acapella group on YouTube blows my mind sometimes.

So I'm finally up-to-date on all the full-length Voiceplay videos that I wanted to talk about, although by the time you're reading this, there will probably be a brand new Voiceplay video (edit from future me: there's not),But for now? Well either tomorrow or the day after (depending on whether there's a new VP video to talk about first (there ain't)), you will be seeing a handful of "Voiceplay-Adjacent Visuals" posts, where I'll be talking about the visuals of some of Geoff's solo videos! But that's all for now, and stay tuned!

[sequinsmile-x]

Hi, dear 💙

I hope you’re well 🩷 I really love your fics. They always manage to put a smile on my face 😘

I don’t know if you take requests, but here’s an idea 👀

I’ve had LASIK surgery (they fixed my eyeballs, you know) and well… I was unable to see after, it’s kind of what you have to do, not open your eyes for about 24 hours.

I was on great drugs, having a grand time without seeing anything. My friend even said I was hilarious. To be fair, I always think I’m hilarious. I think I probably looked like TS when she had hers, you know? I think it was on Jimmy Fallon, this excerpt. Like, I didn’t cry opening my banana the wrong way, but eating was a challenge, and my poor friend said I was very clingy 😂

Anyway, I thought about Emily getting that surgery (assuming she’s been wearing contacts and that it’s totally okay for field agents not to have 20/20 eyesight) and Aaron driving her home and taking care of her 🥹 All the fluff, the funny drugs, and her being very clingy. And of course McFrowny finds it adorable 🥺

Okay, cheers 🩷

hiiii bestie <3

This idea wouldn't leave me alone so here we are. In classic Vic style it got a little bit more hurt/comforty than I intended but overall it's very soft and them just being absolute idiots in love.

I hope you enjoy this!!

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The Darkest Night

Emily has Lasik surgery to correct her vision, Aaron looks after her.

-x-

Warnings: Mention of surgery but only in passing, nothing detailed.

Words: 2.4k

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Aaron had always known she needed glasses. 

Her vision was always mentioned in the annual physical every agent had to go through. As her superior, he had to sign it off, and would always look over a vague mention that there had been little to no change in her eyesight and that any relevant change to her corrective contact lenses had been made. 

He’d always known that she needed glasses, but he had never seen them until they got together. He still remembered the first time he’d seen her wearing them. He’d left her in her bathroom after their shared shower with a kiss against her lips and settled into her bed as he waited for her to finish her nighttime routine. She’d walked out of the bathroom with her hair curling around her neck because it was drying naturally, and her glasses sitting on her face. They had black frames, slightly oversized so the bottom edge rested on the top of her cheeks, and she looked nothing short of adorable in them, not that he’d ever say that to her, and simply beautiful. The laid-back, relaxed side of her that he loved to see. 

She’d paused in the bathroom door, looking self-conscious as he stared at her, and she asked if she looked ridiculous. Something he later learned was something a previous boyfriend had said and had always lingered in the back of her mind when she wore them for the first time in front of someone new. He’d jumped up, surprising even himself with the speed with which he moved, and grabbed her, hauling her into his arms and kissing her, pushing her onto the bed, taking her apart again and again as he assured her that he loved the glasses. It was an attraction he couldn’t explain if he tried, something about how she looked when she wore them that almost made him feral. 

It was more than the physical attraction. It was as if he had his own secret version of her since she never wore the glasses anywhere other than either one of their apartments, and then their house when they moved in together. She’d wear them as she helped Jack with his homework at the kitchen counter, or as she sat next to Aaron in their bed and read a book before they turned in for the night. A simple, ordinary, thing in their lives that he knows other people likely wouldn’t even think about, but after everything they had both been through it was things like this he lived for. 

It’s why when she first mentioned wanting the Lasik surgery he’d faltered, realising he’d miss seeing her wear them. That he’d even miss helping her search the house for them as she blamed him for them being missing, even though he never was the one to move them. He also hated the idea of her having any kind of surgery, no matter how simple and straightforward, because he knew it would bring him right back to visiting her in Boston, still wearing his suit from her funeral. He sat and held her hand, the very first time he ever had, as she slept, trying to recover from her body being torn apart by a man who ripped up the line between love and hate. A man who had destroyed everything in his path to get revenge on her. 

They hadn’t even been together, but looking back on it Aaron knew he loved her even then. 

She’d been insistent, irritated by contact lens checks and eye tests that she’d been subject to since she was a teenager. And ultimately, despite his reservations, he knew it was her choice. It was her body, and he would support her no matter what. 

Which is how he finds himself sitting a the waiting room with his hands clenched tightly in his lap, desperately watching the clock as he waits to be told he can see her. He’d taken the same amount of time off work as she had, something she’d claimed was ridiculous, but he knew his fiancee. Despite her claims she would be fine on her own, even though she would not be able to see at all during the first 24 hours before he brought her back here to have the eyeshield removed, she would want him nearby. 

“Mr Hotchner?” 

He looks up, already standing before he can fully register that he’s been called for. He sees the nurse who had taken Emily back less than an hour ago standing there and smiling at him

“Is she okay?” He asks, and the nurse nods, her smile never fading. 

“She is all done and ready for you to take her home,” she says indicating out into the hallway for him to follow her, which he does gladly, “She’ll be pretty out of it for the rest of the day. She…took well to the sedation,” the nurse says, a small smile flashing across her face, “We’ve presrcribed some pain meds that she can take as and when. and as discussed this morning she needs to keep the covers on her eyes until you bring her back here tomorrow.” 

Aaron nods, feeling the tension that had built in his chest start to ease for the first time since Emily had left his side and kissed his cheek before she was led into the procedure room “Thank you.” 

The nurse smiles and opens the door for him, and all of his focus transfers to Emily. She’s sitting up, her hair still in the braids he’d for her that morning, something she’d allowed in an attempt to stop him fussing. There’s a clear shield pressing into her eyes, looking almost uncomfortably wrapped tight around her head, and tape visible underneath holding her eyes shut. 

“Hi sweetheart,” he says, wincing slightly as she jumps, her usually sharp senses dulled by the complete removal of one and the amount of medication in her system. 

“Aaron?” She replies, reaching out in his vague direction, and he immediately walks over and crouches in front of her, linking his hand through hers as he rests the other on her knee. 

“I’m right here, how are you feeling?” 

“Mes yeux me font mal,” she replies with a slight whine, making him smile.

“English, please baby,” he says, squeezing her knee, his smile only getting wider as she attempts to frown, the part of her forehead covered by the eye shield held in place. 

“That wasn’t English?” She asks, her confusion clear. It was something that happened when she was drunk as well as under the influence of strong medication. Her grasp on defining languages disappeared, and they’d all muddle into one, leaving her prone to speaking any of them at any given time.

It was something he’d warned the team here about so they didn’t think they’d caused some kind of neurological issue when the procedure was over. 

He shakes his head before he realises she can’t see him, “No, Em. It was French.” 

“Oh,” she says, swallowing thickly, “I said my eyes hurt.” 

He stands up straight, his hand never leaving hers to assure her that he was still there, and he drops a kiss to her forehead, “That’s because you’ve just had surgery on them.” 

She hums, swaying slightly as she stands, leaning into his side as he wraps an arm around her, “Can you take me home?” 

Aaron looks over to the nurse who nods silently and he kisses Emily’s forehead again, “Yes sweetheart,” he says, making sure he’s got a secure hold on her, “Let’s go home.”

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When he gets her home he helps her change into something comfortable. She’d insisted on his clothes, right down to a pair of his socks, so he’d found a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt that still counted as ‘his,’ unlike a lot of his clothes these days. He suspected she wanted to wear something that smelled like him, although she’d never say it, since she was always a little clingier when she was sick or not feeling herself than he ever would have guessed before they got together. 

Jessica had offered to take Jack for the afternoon, so Emily and Aaron had spent the time snuggled on the couch with movies on in the background. She’d insisted on it, despite not being able to see, so he’d specifically chosen ones she loved, movies she’d seen countless times so she didn’t need to see the screen. 

Eventually, she asks for a snack, insisting that ice cream would make her eyes feel better, so he leaves her on the couch to get and get it for her. He makes quick work of it, grateful that he’d anticipated this and made sure he had several pints of her favourite chocolate ice cream in the freezer for this. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get you anything else…” He says as he walks back to the living room, drifting off when he sees his fiancee is nowhere to be found. He sighs and places her bowl of ice cream down on the coffee table and leaves the living room, his hands in his pockets as he strolls through the house looking for her. “Em?” 

He hears something smash, followed by her growling in frustration, “Figlio di puttana.”

Aaron smiles and follows the sound of her voice, finding her seconds later round the corner and only a few paces away from the bathroom, a smashed vase that her mother had bought them at her feet. 

“Sweetheart,” he says, carefully stepping over the broken pieces of ceramic. He grabs her hand and guides her away from it, his eyes fixed on her sock-covered feet to make sure she doesn’t stand on anything and hurt herself, “Why didn’t you say you needed the bathroom? I would have helped.” 

“I can make it to the bathroom by myself,” she seethes, the bite to her words diminished by her eyeshield and the tape that was holding her eyes shut sticking out from underneath.

“Of course you can baby,” he soothes, his arm around her shoulders as he walks her to the bathroom, reaching into the room and turning the light on for her before shaking his head at himself as he realises it’s pointless, “Just humour me okay, that vase your mother got us has been an eyesore since day one, lets not ensure it actually causes you an injury.” 

She pinches his arm, with terrifying precision, and she scoffs, “An eyesore? Really, Aaron?” 

He clears his throat to cover a laugh, “Sorry,” he says, not hiding his smile since she couldn’t see him, “That was unintentional I promise.” He places his hands on her shoulders and turns her to face the bathroom, “I’ll be right out here if you need me.” 

“I won’t,” she grumbles, closing the door behind her, her defiance quickly followed by the sound of her walking into something. Aaron lovingly shakes his head at her as he leans against the wall outside and waits for her, his eyes fixed on the vase he’ll clean up the moment he has her back on the couch. A couple of minutes pass until he hears a quiet voice through the door, “Aaron?” 

He doesn’t open the door yet, but he leans closer to speak to her through it, “Yes, sweetheart?” 

There’s a sigh, and he can almost feel her frustration permeate the walls, “I can’t find the toilet paper.”

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He’s grateful that she’s still in bed when he walks out of the bathroom after getting ready to settle down for the night. She’s lying down, her head on the pillow as she fiddles nervously with her engagement ring, something that had replaced her old habit of picking at her cuticles the moment he slipped the ring onto her finger. 

Her fingers stop moving as she hears the bathroom door open, tension visible in her shoulders across the room and Aaron smiles softly, “It’s just me, Em.”

She physically relaxes and sighs, “Sorry,” she says, clearing her throat as he climbs into bed next to her, “It’s weird not being able to see anything.” 

He turns off the light and gathers her into his arms. He kisses the top of her head as she curls into his arms, one of her hands slipping under the hem of his t-shirt to feel his chest rise and fall against her skin. 

“You have nothing to apologise for,” he says, running his hand up and down her back, “I can imagine it’s disorientating.” 

She hums, hooking her leg over his hips to anchor herself to him even more, hanging on to him as if he would disappear.

“My apartment in Paris was pitch black,” she says out of nowhere, her fingertips trailing back and forth over his chest, “It came with these blackout blinds in the bedroom that I didn’t have the strength to take down,” she adds, and he holds her tighter, any mention of that time, any time he learnt something new, unpicking the stitches of old wounds, “It’s absurd because I was never afraid of the dark as a kid, I was never afraid of anything really, but in Paris, I’d lay there in the dark waiting for Ian to emerge from nowhere. And now…” she trails off and sighs, shaking her head at herself, “There’s a reason I didn’t want to get black out curtains for the house.” 

He closes his eyes and shakes his head, chastising himself for any time in the past he’d complained about the light that would stream into their bedroom in the summer and wake him up in the early hours of the morning. 

“I’m right here,” he promises, kissing the top of her head again, “I’m right here and I promise I’m not going anywhere.” 

“I know,” she says, reaching out and squeezing his hand, linking their fingers together in the way that would sometimes make them both think they were made for each other, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replies, “So much,” he tilts her head up to capture her lips in a quick kiss, “You should get some sleep.”

She nods, pressing her forehead into his neck, the top of her eyeshield scratching at his skin, “Aaron?” She asks and he hums in response, his hand still trailing up and down her back, soothing her to sleep, “I bought a pair of glasses from the costume shop at the mall so I can still wear them during sex if you want.” 

He laughs, a deep, booming thing that she feels through his chest, making her join in. He kisses her forehead and sighs deeply.

“I cannot wait to marry you.” 

She kisses his jawline, “I can’t wait to marry you either.” 

-x-

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Annnnd we have another one. Sorry not sorry for the Top Gun / Glen Powell references. I can't help it. I love him.

²⁰⁾ icy grey irises

George shivered, looking away from Matty. The icy grey irises of the contact lenses he was wearing as part of his costume setting George on edge. He didn’t like looking at Matty and being met with the nearly glowing, unnatural pale blue plastic instead of the usual warmth of his dark mocha eyes.

“What?” Matty asked, the words slightly slurred as the syllable caught on the edges of the fake fangs he was wearing. George wasn’t sure why he had insisted on the contact lenses for his vampire costume but here they were. George had wanted to dress up as Maverick and Iceman from Top Gun. He had wanted to do a couples costume because they were a couple. A real one now instead of the weird hooking up dancing around each other they had done for years. Matty had gotten offended when he realized that because he was the shorter of the two that meant he would have had to be Maverick. George hadn’t understood why Matty had been so upset. Maverick was the main fucking character and clearly in love with Iceman and vice versa. 

But Matty had shown up with the fucking contact lenses and plastic fangs, finding an almost victorian looking suit shoved in the back of his closet because he was Matty and of course he just had a ruffled blouse laying around. He had proclaimed that he was dressing up as a vampire for the party, leaving George to look at the flight suits he had ordered with sadness. 

He had swapped his Iceman name patch for one that said Rooster and shaved himself a mustache. If Matty wasn’t going to indulge him in the couples costume, he was going to dress up as the pilot who was incapable of  getting out of his own way relationship wise. Matty had rolled his eyes, knowing and disliking that George had proclaimed Glen Powell his hall pass after they had gone to see Twisters. He had only been half joking, there was something about that man in cowboy hat that George liked almost as much as Matty in a cowboy hat. 

“Nothing,” George said quickly, taking a sip from the plastic cup of “spooky punch” he was holding. Carly had shoved it into his hands as soon as he had walked through the front door of their American Style Halloween house party. 

Matty rolled his icy grey eyes, taking his fangs out so that he could take a bit of the bat shaped cookie he had found on the dessert table. 

“You’re just being weird,” said Matty. George looked away, still unable to meet his unsettling gaze. 

“I’m going for a smoke,” said George, nodding towards the door to the back patio. 

“I’ll come with you,” said Matty, even though he had been not so stealthily vaping inside since the moment they had arrived. 

“Okay,” said George and Matty following him out the door, wrapping his arms around himself when they were met with a gust of cool October air. 

George lit his cigarette, and inhaled deeply. He couldn’t wait to go home and for Matty to take the freaky contact lenses out. 

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