#my lawyer boi wanted to come out and play real bad

[cherrysugcr]

open to ladies connection: fiance, serious romantic partner, gf etc. inspo: pierce hasn't been entirely truthful about why he's so successful as a criminal defense attorney

"Look I didn't tell you any of this because it wasn't relevant information. Plus I didn't want to scare you," Pierce murmured the last part under his breath. "Just because I helped get some mafia kind of guys stay out of jail doesn't make me a criminal. I did have morals, I would never defend a murder charge or other violence unless there was clear evidence my client was innocent. So yes all this material wealth around us was paid for by people others consider scum but I don't. Plus I don't do that anymore, haven't done it since I moved here and met you. So I'm sorry that you or whoever decided to do an internet search of my name and found this out but I'm not denying any of it. And if you've already judged me on this just remember when we met I made it clear, I defend people considered the bad guys. The fact is it just pays more. I don't see you clamoring to give back any of the gifts I bought you since learning this information by the way."

[yuwuta]

I LOVE UR BRAIN SO BAD 😭😭😭 YOU ALWAYS POST THEBBEST HEADCANONS AND THOUGHTS LIKE. WORK HUSBAND GOJO. AND JUST HAVING A WHOLE IMAGINATION OF THE OFFICE W NANAMI AND HIGURUMA AND TOJI I?????? I WANT TO LIVE IN YOUR BRAIN

TEEHEEEE you’re so sweet <33333 the work husband to actual husband to househusband gojo pipeline is so so real to me and the office au that comes with it truly does take up space in my brain, so here’s some more loosely established points 

satoru has been your work husband since you got your first job in undergrad. you two met in your dorms, and became friends, and eventually you thought a job would help with your time management skills, so you got a very low-maintenance position at the front desk of the library. satoru applied right after you and schmoozed the two little old librarians into giving him the same shifts as you. that was probably the first moment satoru knew he was a little bit in love with you—because he had no reason to have a job while in school, but this small change in your schedule made him miss you so much that he was moved to get his very first job, probably ever, just to spend more time with you. 

he wasn’t bad at his library receptionist job, but he technically wasn’t good at it, either. if a student asked him for a laptop charger or to check out a book or something, he could do that, but anything else he’d just smile and say, “oh, you’ve gotta ask the pretty girl right there about that, she knows way more than me,” and bat his eyelashes at you. except, then, when you did need to get up to grab something for someone, satoru would just spring up instead, and tell you he’s got it. it’s like… he was incapable of helping anybody else unless he got to flirt with you, and then help you out to help them out……… strange boy 

anyways, satoru makes it a habit to assist you through your student jobs throughout undergrad, and then follows you to the same law school and repeats the process there. (also not to elle woods-ify him a bit but his father heavily questions him going to law school btw because satoru has never showed any interest in working, let alone following in his footsteps to be a lawyer, and now he’s going to law school? his mom is a bit sharper though, because when satoru tells his parents he’s going to the same law school as you, she just smiles and sips her tea and wonders if her son has already made a trip to their family jeweler). 

the firm is large, but the floor you work on is a pretty close knit group. there’s hiromi’s office at the tail end, which is the largest because he’s managing partner and he practically lives in there. on the other end, both you and nanami have decently sized offices. satoru doesn’t like hiromi at first because he thinks he’s mean. then satoru watches him play a little prank on kento, and suddenly the two of them are best friends. it would be a surprisingly wholesome friendship if their common denominator wasn’t irritating kento, and acting as guard dogs for you. 

kento’s office used to be just the bare necessities—law books, his degree, basic furniture, maybe a fancy paperweight, until satoru got his hands on it and decked it out. which is not something kento asked for, nor he thinks is necessary, but that doesn’t stop satoru from continually adding little trinkets and decorations and art to his office to make it livelier. when kento first meets you, he’s surprised when you tell him satoru gojo is going to be your secretary because kento interned for satoru’s father for two summers during law school, but when kento sees you and satoru together for the first time, it answers all of his questions. satoru couldn’t be more of a lovesick fool if he tried. 

listen the ex-convict to single father to janitor to lawyer toji pipeline is so real to me. while toji is working as a janitor at the firm, satoru slips once and then jokes that toji shines the floors too aggressively on purpose to make him slip, toji tells him to fuck off and he can sue for harassment. they truly don’t like each other at first, but once satoru steals toji’s masterkey to get into your office one night after you’re gone to leave flowers, and handle some paperwork to lighten your load in the morning, toji is sort of impressed. he still almost hits him with a broomstick, but even someone as gruff as him can see that satoru had pure intentions. toji is a lot of things, but he’s not immune to or devoid of love or passion. so, eventually he and satoru develop a weird sort of banter and respect for each other. one day someone actually tries to accuse toji of not putting the wet floor sign down and how it’s gonna be a lawsuit because some lowlife janitor fucked up his $3000 suit. satoru catches the argument as he’s heading upstairs and recognized the schmuck as the stuck up lawyer on the other side of kento’s case. satoru’s ready to jump in, but toji’s displaying an impressive amount of physical restraint and legal knowledge that when the dust is all settled, satoru asks him if he ever considered being a lawyer. toji laughs at it at first, but after a month of serious consideration (and megumi becoming a college freshman), he figures it can’t be all that bad. and turns out, toji’s a half-decent lawyer—once you’ve spent so much of your life skirting (or blatantly breaking) the law, you become pretty good at getting people out or around it, too. and with his life experience, he’s a pretty good judge of character; so when it comes time to lock up the bad ones, toji makes sure they get the maximum sentence.

except he has a bad habit of sending out emails with “URGENT: NEEDS ATTN” in the subject, which prompts you, kento, and hiromi to rush to his office, just to see toji with his feet up on his desk tell you that, “the emergency is i hate the opposing counsel, and now that i work on this side of the law i’d really like to not kill him, so somebody else should take this case.” 

anyways back to work husband secretary satoru. he pulls you out of boring meetings under the guise of an urgency, just for him to admit that the emergency is that he missed you, and you two were gonna be late for your lunch reservation. because he’s actually a licensed attorney, he can actually carry out duties an associate otherwise would, which saves you a lot of time and trouble; and it means that satoru gets to work even more closely with you, which is always an upside for him. sometimes you ask him to hand you documents and instead he just hands you his hand. and then pretends to blush and preen like a schoolgirl which always draws way too much attention to the two of you, but there’s no way to stop him either. he takes your coat off of your shoulders when you arrive in the morning, and helps you put it back on in the evening. when you tell him you’re looking for an apartment closer to the firm, he has eight places lined up for viewing, and one surprise at the end which happens to be the other vacant penthouse suite in his apartment building; which, conveniently, would make you satoru’s neighbor. he claims that it’ll be just like in college, but it certainly doesn’t feel that way when you finally move in and satoru can now loudly and proudly proclaim, “see you at home!” in the halls at work now. 

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Midge has nightmares

(Oh. Are you sure you want this? I'm not sure if you want this. But uh...okay. Warning for old school mental health abuses)

September, 1958

"Is there anything we can do to get you to reconsider?"

Joel shakes his head at his father-in-law. It's a grim situation, to be sure. "I'm sorry, Abe, but Midge needs help. More help than I can give her. More than you and Rose can give her. This is for the best."

Midge stares up at her future. An enormous, bleak-looking sanitarium.

"I mean, she thinks she's a real comedian, for god's sake," Joel goes on. "And until she comes back to herself..."

Midge can't help glowering at her husband. She is a comedian. He she found out he was cheating on her before he was ready for her to know.

So here they are.

"How convenient for you that I should go insane now," Midge says quietly.

"What does that mean?" Abe asks, narrowing his eyes at her and then turning to Joel. "What does that-"

"It's nothing," Joel says quickly. "She doesn't know what she's saying. She needs to be here. To get well."

But people don't get well in places like this, Midge knows.

People languish and die in places like this.

And here she is.

*****

She learns quickly to pretend to take the pills they give her but throw them away quickly. She mostly keeps to herself.

Act as calm and as sane as possible, and she'll be out of here in no time.

Even though she's definitely been fantasizing about stabbing Joel with a knife, having him into chunks, roasting said chunks and using them in a rich, savory soup.

"Oh, it's lamb," she would tell Moishe and Shirley. "The butcher had it fresh!"

Maybe she does belong here.

*****

They generally don't let the women patients fraternize with the men, but sometimes they let them all in the recreation room together for an hour.

she sits by herself, playing solitaire one day, when someone sits down across from her, and when she looks up -

When she looks up...

"Lenny?" Midge asks softly.

"Have we met before?" Lenny asks, looking confused, but charmed. "They keep me pretty doped up here, I don't know much."

"We-" she swallows. "We met once before. I'm Midge."

He looks so much thinner than she remembers. Pale, with dark circles under his eyes. Like he might be dying, in bits and pieces.

"Midge," he narrows his eyes at her. "Your eyes look a little familiar. Maybe we have met."

She tries to give him a smile.

"So, what are you in for?" Lenny asks, leaning in.

Midge takes a breath. "I found out my husband was sleeping with someone else, I got drunk and unloaded my frustrations on stage at the Gaslight, and he had me committed."

Lenny gives a low whistle. "Your husband is an asshole."

She nods slowly. "What about you? How did you wind up here?"

He shrugs slowly. "Got hooked for obscenity. My lawyer suggested I plead insanity. it uh...backfired. Landed me here."

Midge frowns. She wants so much to reach out, to take his hand, but she doesn't. "Oh..."

"They're trying to turn me into a nice boy," he grins tiredly.

She watches him sadly, because she has a sinking feeling that she knows how they're trying to make that happen.

*****

It doesn't take the doctors too long to realize she hasn't been taking her meds, and a struggle ensues when they try to force her, and when they can't seem to do that, things go from bad to worse.

She's strapped to a table, and prepped, and when the electricity hits, everything goes black.

*****

From then on, she does as she's told, taking the medication, letting it blur her world. She's labeled as "hysterical" and the doctors tell Joel an the rest of her family that she'll need time.

A lot of time.

Her parents visit. At first often, and then hardly ever. Noah comes when he can, but he just looks sad when he sees her, because she barely seems like herself anymore. Her hair is long, her eyes dulled.

Sometimes she sees Lenny. They sit quietly together, and he holds her hand gently.

"It's okay, Midge," Lenny says quietly. "You're in there somewhere. I know you are. So am I."

Until one day there is no Lenny.

She looks up at one of the orderlies. "No Lenny?"

The orderly sits next to her. "I'm sorry, Midge. He uh...he stole someone else's pills and he took too many. The doctors couldn't save him."

She doesn't respond.

*****

"We just don't think she's getting any better," the doctor tells Joel and Midge and Abe and Rose.

"What does that mean?" Rose asks, holding her daughter's hand tightly.

"It means...we have one more option we can try," the doctor says. "It's an invasive procedure, but we've seen results in some patients."

"Are you talking about a lobotomy?" Abe asks, worry in his eyes. "Absolutely not!"

"If it will help," Joel says tentatively.

"It'll help you," Midge mutters. "For good."

Joel looks at her guiltily, and when she looks into his eyes, she wakes up.

Her bedroom is lit by a dim lamp, meaning she fell asleep before she was ready to, and Midge looks around, eyes wide, breathing hard.

Her legs wobble as she gets out of bed, wandering out of the bedroom. Everything is quiet, and when she peeks into her childrens' room, she remembers they're with Joel.

Her parents are in Paris for the month, and Lenny is-

Where is Lenny?

"Lenny?" she calls quietly.

He pokes his head out of the kitchen, eyebrows raised. "Hey. I was just grabbing a snack before bed."

He holds up a half-eaten apple, and Midge bursts into tears, making Lenny jump into action, putting the apple down and rushing toward her.

"What happened?" he asks gently, wrapping her in his arms.

She shakes her head and wraps her own arms around his neck, standing on her tiptoes to hold tight, squeezing her eyes shut. "I...I f-fell asleep and I- I had the worst dream."

His lips press to her temple as he lifts her off her feet, holding her tightly. "It's okay, Sweetheart. It was just a dream. It was only a dream."

She buries her face in against his neck, breathing deeply, doing her best to let go of the nightmare. "I don't want to see Joel for a while."

"That's okay, I don't want to see him either," Lenny jokes gently. "We'll keep our distance a little. Get too busy for him to be around, or we can go away for a little bit. We can go back to Miami, or go upstate into the mountains, just us. Whatever you want. Anything, Midge. Just- I really fucking hate it when you cry."

Midge just holds him tighter.

[tpquill]

I’m not politically motivated when it comes to life (I came from Northern Ireland…enough said!) but when it comes to a man, who has been a corrupt property developer, corrupt tax fraud cheat, corrupt casino owner, corrupt hotel owner, corrupt golf course developer, paid hush money payments to make his “corruption disappear” and a corrupt politician (if you even want to call him that?) he deserves the book of law thrown at his very large egotistical, orange tanned and bad weaved head. I have no time whatsoever for this carnival barking clown, he reaps what he sows. He has always, throughout his failed businesses and play boy thuggish image been “protected” by mob styled lawyers (all good friends of his late father) to hush away - catch and kill bad information regarding his gaudy, glaringly obtuse lifestyle and multitude of affairs and cover ups. This man was solely responsible for hard shouldering leaders of countries, quid pro quo other authoritarian dictators to scratch his back for favours. Bully and threaten those who did not kneel to his grasp of delirium when it came to running a country (practically into the ground) he plays the victim card like a sullen, spoilt child throwing a temper tantrum when he can’t get his own way or if you disagree with his delusional rhetoric. Supported and goaded an insurrection on the Capitol a government building that was always seen as a place of importance - sending a mob of thugs to destroy and discredit and demean the very rule of law. Oh and he ignored a dangerous deadly virus that gripped the entire world by suggesting it was fake, let’s not forget how many died because of his ignorance in science and fact.

The delusional ringmaster will play this out, grifting as he always has, pleading to the meek minded out there who believe in his lies and conspiracies (he hasn’t charged his racist or fear driven point of view that he’s made of Teflon - nothing sticks) since he was in his early 30’s - he’s the victim, he’s good and the deep state government is bad. There’s just one thing, to those willing to die on the proverbial cross for him…prove the mountainous amount of evidence wrong. Prove the audio and video evidence wrong. Prove the receipts and records of bank transfers signed by his very hand (handwriting experts conform) wrong. Prove the telephone calls demanding that the election counts be changed - wrong. Prove the amount of court documents filed for him by not exactly whiter than snow lawyers to try and delay and dismiss and reject all that has been uncovered about his “criminal” behaviour wrong. This corrupt man has had 5 decades of getting away with things because he paid enough money (that would feed the not so wealthy in the US a hundred times over) to keep their mouths shut. He hired lawyers to do his dirty work while his brand was a shinning example of a shit, no matter how many times you try to polish it - is still a shit.

The fear on his face was real, it doesn’t matter the countless press conferences he holds, that droning whiny voice complaining because he has been caught, but he didn’t do it, and if he did so what? Will be played over and over on any media site that believes, the sun shines out of his depend covered pasty ass. A jury will decide hopefully without outside interference from the lunacy that is his family of equally corrupt children and the anger of little people claiming he is the next messiah - Waco anyone? Cult behaviour is a break down of mental and social health. The people who believe him or worse believe he is some kind of second coming are mentally and cognitively not well. He strokes their hate, their racism, their misogyny, their darkness and he revels in it because they keep the attention on him and his sociopathic behaviour loves it.

Can I also add, I have never seen a more delinquent, socially deprived, mentally unstable person who refuses point blank to accept anything they have done as wrong in my entire life. Regardless of how people view this man today - his nepotism, his continuous corrupt way he has always oversaw businesses conducted, not to mention his lack of any morals regarding the line of women he slept with while married then paid them off to keep quiet - all part of his playboy charm, he destroyed a lot of lives to keep his Trump brand where it is. He lies as easily as he breathes because he has always believed he was untouchable. He will put lives in danger to keep his bloated ego out of prison and that includes throwing members of his own family under the bus. His sociopathic, narcissistic behaviour willingly displays this - he thinks himself a modern day Al Capone except this time Trump will be determined not to get caught because he needs another 4 years to finish what he started Make America Mine Again.

[cangelgifs]

Would you know any fics that have cangel with a side of spuffy

Four Corners by Psycgurl Rating: PG-13 Summary: Angel, Cordelia, Buffy and Spike get stuck in a room mysteriously. How will they spend their time? Plus friendships, romances & evil lawyers!!!

Check, Please! by eilowyn Rating: R, for language. Summary: In some happy post-NFA world where Cordy comes back, Lorne opens another club (this time with a classy restaurant attached), and Spike and Buffy are finally reunited, Angel has the brilliant idea of a double date. Yeah, Angel's idea. It's his inner dork at play, because Buffy, Cordy, and Spike all know this is a bad, bad idea.

Midnight in the Olive Garden of Good and Evil by angearia Rating: PG Summary: Two vampires with souls, the women who love them, and the date night that brings them all together.

Bad Timing by Kelly22 Rating: PG-13 Summary: This story is set a little after Cordy comes back from vacation with Groo, except in my AU world, there was no bad father-devouring-son prophecy and no babies growing up in hell dimensions. So people still like Wesley and I guess Holtz and Justine ran off to the mid-west together, because they certainly aren’t rearing their ugly heads in MY story. The scoobies come to L.A.

Found by CupcakeCute Rating: PG-13 Summary: Begins between TGIQ and Power Play, continues post-NFA. Buffy learns of Spike's resurrection from an unlikely source and immediately sets out to make things right as The Apocalypse breaks out in L.A. Spike/Buffy pairing, some Angel/Cordelia.

Where You Belong by Spuffygirl Rating: M Summary: Post First Date Spike and Buffy Crossover with Angel. The events I want to see happen. New Ch. 25 Now complete!

Life or Death by HydesBride Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Set during the Ats series finale "Not Fade Away". A hopeless Angel is given a choice of life or death from the PTB, but what he fails to realize is that it is not only his life and fate in the balance. With the help of his guide (Doyle), will Angel make the right decision?

Double Date by klutzy_girl Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Buffy and Spike and Angel and Cordelia go on a double date (the boys aren't happy about it).

The Long Road by JEAN-VIC Rating: NC-17 Summary: Angel is alone and in a deep depression over the death of Cordelia and the loss of the Shanshu. He sees no reason to continue fighting and spends his days locked in his apartment, occasionally coming out to kill the odd vampire or two. This changes however when someone he never thought he would see again returns to set him on the path to his destiny. Reunited with Wesley, Angel must choose his future and the fate of the world.

Taken by Gabriella Rating: R for language and sexual situations Summary: “Look, the bottom line is, Darla and Drusilla are together, and they’re planning on Angel and Spike joining them. At any cost.” Warning: Torture and graphic depictions of violence and the character deaths of Darla and Dru.

Second Chances by YoAngel4E Rating: T Summary: Angel and Spike get a chance to get back the people that meant the most to them after the battle against Wolfram and Hart. But can they keep the real past a secret from the only people they want to share it with? Warning: Everyone is pretty OOC but was I entertained? Yes I was.

Partners by Princess Plum Jade Rating: PG-13/SOFT “R” (for language) Summary: Alternate reality/Romance fic. Buffy, now a retired Slayer, is employed to be Spike’s partner in pairs ice skating competition. Angelus pursues a relationship with Cordelia Chase, a champion singles skater.

If anyone knows of more Cangel & Spuffy fics, please share! :)

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo: Episode 15

We’re finally on 15

also I forget HOW much happens in one episode. they had the pig’s blood thing in that one too

Inzaghiiii !!! the pigeon 🐦

omg her crow era, generally crows remember and attack

she got her whole gang here! I thought Chayoung was going to come to rescue him but the pigeons actually make it more funny

such an unserious show actually

look at Inzaghi blink back omg motherrr

Inzaghi is a boy pigeon?

my beautiful red head art director is about to die

Evil CEO doesn’t scare me at all actually. He’s just physically violent. Evil lawyer lady terrifies me more. She’s so !!???

Bodied Ms Choi

I feel for the art director. My babie

I guess the mother knows that’s her son

When I saw Chayoung alone I thought my girl was going to be attacked

awww their little fist bump

eugh I have a bad feeling

no he’s speaking about the guillotine file

BUILDING PEOPLE RELOCATE !!!

honestly I’m actually really confused by this. I thought the double crossing rn still had a point like he’d come clean about another plan or something. this is just greedy and weird. why change now 💀

oh I think she knows that’s his mom

Oh I assumed she clocked on that fish snack detail

so what was in the letter 🤨

I feel like they drink as much coffee as I do

I KNEW HE HAD THE FILE ON HIM !!!

little bro why are you here. oh he got them a gift

they know about the gold. evacuate the building 😭

I know he’s a little devil in the making but he’s seemed more at home and happy here in 2 minutes than the entirety of his time in the Babel monstrosity. get your shit together little bro !!!

noooo I hope the mom and building people are going to be okay 🙏

I feel like these two evil dumbasses are about to figure out that Chayoung is the way to hurt him

our man looks sooo good actually. his swoop has become permanent since the last episode. I love it

lmaoooo they really think he can play a shaman?! okay slay

he voted for her to be the shaman lmao. look at his laugh 😂

well he’s the shaman regardless

has no one started passing around Vincenzo’s pictures though lmao. art galleries, auditoriums, shamans, he can just show up anywhere and they don’t recognise him at all

Mr Nam managing to be in a get up everytime they do this is actually SO FUNNY

THEY ALL LOOK SO GOOD

is this adrenaline but make it traditional

the flower on his ear !!! my baby girl fr

A beautiful man

the damn pigeon

these three 🤣🤣🤣

a flair for the dramatic, I love these 3 like the whole fan and writing sequence. chef’s kiss

I want this sequence framed. MY BEAUTIFUL BABIES.

him fanning her. a true gentleman 💀💗

Evil brother CEO is actually insane like wdym he killed 4 of his classmates when he was young ???

little himbo evil brother SAVE yourself. get out of there

not Ms Chayoung’s anti drug agenda 💀😭 #real

Kdramas sometimes go full Indian TV with the amount of things that happen in 20 episodes ngl

probably one of the first times Jung is experiencing someone switching up on him at the last moment. that's what your company does all the time lol, you deserve it 😘

honestly who could believe our man was a corn salad (even i can't spell his job lmao) in Italy and part of the mafia. look at him acting for like the 800th time. the shaman is the best performance till now though! 10/10

'fate smiles most generously on brave souls and frowns mildly on those with no backbone' bars

the life page looks so good except i think Babel will gun for this man

adore this shaman track because i get to see my man with a small flower 🌼

I saw a car trying to run over Mr. Cho again and immediately thought evil lawyer lady was around

slay Mr. Cho slay

no they're going to go after his mom no no no 😭😭😭 (kinda surprised it took them this LONG to dig into his personal life lol talk about being overconfident)

take someone else instead for now. that lady barely has a breath left omg nooo. let one parent and child stay goodbye

Evil Lawyer lady and CEO when I get my hands on YOU

At least they know about Babel knowing about the building and the file

Oh no is Mr Cho about to die....

NO NO NO NO NO IT'S MR AN I AM GOING TO HURL NOOOOOOO

wait no it's just the media guy oh my god thank god

[minecraft-but-gayer]

Hello~ Do girls,boys and Dovahkin practice an activity outside of school? Genre music, drawings, sports, ect...

I’ll try and make this list a bit organized so it’s easier to read for you! :)

Dovahkiin - They thoroughly just enjoy being around the people that they care about. They could pretty much enjoy anything as long as the friends they really care about are with them doing it too. That being said, they do really enjoy drawing a lot, and they have loads of sketchbooks they keep in all sorts of places. That ranges from your car together, to your house, to their own house - they want to have drawing supplies wherever they go to be honest, because they like to sketch out things that they enjoy about a moment instead of take pictures. They’d probably refrain from bringing any into school though because let’s be real, who the fuck wants to remember most of their high school experience?

Team Stan :

Stan - He really enjoys music, and plays the guitar as we know. He actually writes a lot of songs to vent his emotions because he’s such a bad but sad boy </3

Kyle - This dork spends so much of his time studying he forgets to have fun half the time. He actually tinkers with computers a bit though, with that curiosity coming from a desire to fix the shit that Cartman constantly breaks when they play video games together as a group. He also studies a bit of law like his father, but I don’t think he’d actually want to be a lawyer.

Kenny - My man is having fun with lots of girls. He does spend a lot of his free time playing with his sister Karen/helping her study when he’s actually home, but he tends to stay away most of the time because he doesn’t really want to deal with his parents bullshit. I get the feeling that he’s probably sleeping around because he’s lonely and wants the company. He also loves to cook though, and it quite skilled at it! That’s a bit of a signature move with any girl that actually lets him stay for breakfast - maybe that’s how he got so good at cooking before Home Ec.

Cartman - This lazy sack of shit is either terrorizing people or watching tv and eating. There is no in between. (But also he is pretty good at video games just saying)

Butters (Leopold) - This absolute sweetheart never gets time to enjoy anything I swear to God. He’s either being pulled out of the house to be bullied, or he’s trapped in his house being treated like shit. He does his best to study, he really does, just because he doesn’t want to let his parents down. He never gets to do what he really wants, and at this point, the poor thing hardly knows what that is. One thing he does like for sure is dancing, but he hardly ever does it because of some trauma mixed with a fear of getting bullied. He’s also getting into drawing a bit because of Dovahkiin, but he keeps putting himself down because of comments from people like Cartman </3

Team Craig :

Craig - He used to spend a lot of his time at home playing with Stripe, but ever since the poor thing passed on, he’s almost always out causing trouble. He is one of the only boys who actually stuck with karate in the main group, though, and he uses those classes as a way to vent his anger more often than not. He keeps his composure/neutrality better now, and also gets detention less for beating up other students, and more for just generally being an asshole.

Tweek - My poor boy has tried so, SO many hobbies to try and keep his nerves calm, but most of them never stick. He’s managed to keep his attention on the piano, and he’s actually really skilled at it! Playing helps him get his mind off of his worries, so he really likes to do so - he even has a musical keyboard in his room that Craig bought him. He tends to paint a lot too, since creative type hobbies tend to do him well. Sometimes the finished products end up being nonsensical, and sometimes they come out beautifully done - he tends to be fond of them either way. He also daydreams a lot, but that’s mostly when he’s out of school - he’s too paranoid about missing something important in class for him to drift into thought.

Clyde - This douchebag also sleeps around a lot, but he’s just generally doing it for the bragging rights. He likes to get with girls, but doesn’t really care about the feelings of the people he’s with. He also plays football, but that’s mostly just a school activity he’s heavily invested in. His main interests lie in movies, surprisingly - he’s actually quite knowledgeable about film and the like, and he has grown to enjoy it a lot. That’s all mostly due to how often he goes on movie dates with girls, though - he know so much about this one topic that he almost sounds smart when he talks about it. Almost.

Tolkien - He doesn’t have a lot that interests him outside of the people that he surrounds himself with. Being rich has made him bored of most things since he could have or do anything he wants whenever he wants. He’s mostly a people watcher, actually, and he’s been studying up a bit on psychology because of how little he actually understand some of the people he knows (which I don’t blame him because like no one understands Cartman and no one ever will)

Jimmy - This funny man spends most of his time writing jokes, or performing standup comedy in local spots that invite him (of which there are many). He’s also musically inclined, and plays instruments like the Ukulele - this choice was mostly because it could add comedic affect to his other performances though, which was smart because music and comedy do mix really well.

The Girls :

Heidi - She loves to sew, as I mentioned in a previous post. She spends a lot of her free time coming up with different ideas that she wants to try out for her next projects, and she even works part time in a fabric store because she can get discounts on the products there! Lord knows those discounts matter with how much shit she’s buying to work with.

Nichole - She is still on the volleyball team, even after all this time has passed. It's less of her doing it for school, and more of her doing it for enjoying the sport. In relation to school, she also volunteers at the nurse’s office all the time so she can put her medical knowledge to the test - she wants to go to school to be a doctor when she graduates. She studies a lot after school for that exact goal, but she still finds time to set aside to spend time with her closest friends/Tolkien as well.

Wendy - This girl is always so busy I have no idea how she juggles everything. She’s the Student Council President, and she's actively gunning for valedictorian on top of that. That's not even mentioning how often she studies to keep her grades up for that goal (although she does do study groups with her friends sometimes, and even studies with them individually if they need help). She still advocates for the things that are important to her, and is very big on social justice and the like. This girl really just exists to make the world a better place for the people in it to be honest.

Bebe - Now, she doesn’t just date men to get free things out of them - Bebe is actually a very determined girl who knows what she wants and is going to get it. She spends a surprising amount of time studying for school, sometimes with Wendy, so she can keep her grades up. She struggles with certain things, like math (as we all do tbh), but she’ll be damned if she ever falls into that ‘dumb blonde’ trope. She wants to be valued for more than just her looks. She’s also aspiring to be a lawyer someday, with the intention of keeping her grades up so she can go to law school.

Red - This girl is such a fun person to be around - she honestly does so much with her free time because she wants to experience as much as she can for herself before she has to figure out what she wants to do with her life. She likes skateboarding a lot, which is a hobby she really picked up after Craig threw his out and she stole it from his trash can. That’s the most constant, but she’s also great as the bass and has been known to have been in a short-lived band with some other kids in town who may or may not be notorious for their non-conforming attitudes 0-0

I hope this chunk of information helps - feel free to ask me more about anyone’s hobbies specifically if you wanted me to elaborate more! :)

[feuqueerfire]

My Stand-In Ep 11 Live Blogging

I'm so excited, been waiting for the past 5 days. From the previews, seems like it'll be an angsty episode (episode 11 after all) and I'm really looking forward to this "ep 11 angst curse" because the conflict has been hinted at throughout the entire show so far (Ming's rich, shitty family and the fact that they would disapprove if they knew he was gay) rather than random problems that pop-up just because they need conflict. Also, I thinkkkk it may bring the two of them closer together, especially with Ming showing how far he's willing to go for Joe and that he's serious about this, rather than driving the two of them apart.

Ep 11 (July 5)

59 minutes, nice. Also half-glad that apparently it releases early-ish in the morning because I expected it to release closer to noon because today I get to watch it earlier but next week, there'll be an even longer time between when it's released and when I get to watch it and there'll be spoilers abound.

Mike promised Ming something hmm, will we get an ally?

even Sol knew that Joe wasn't gonna be able to not get back together with Ming lol

oh, I hope Sol is bowing out. he even used Phi-Nong for themselves

man, Mike's not an ally, just a soft villain compared to what I assume his father will do. although i wonder if Mike's the one who'll send the contract stuff to Joe's mother because I'm dreading that the most and will make Mike much worse

oh nooooo, we're already getting Ing finding out about the Ming-Joe contract aghhh I don't wanna watch T.T

I don't really even know how Joe would explain this tbh like what would make her be okay?

damn, she really said don't see me until you've paid off all the debt

so Mike isn't behind it? fr? hmm...

sickly, delicate, Victorian boy looking Ming

ohh Ming's telling Mike about new Joe being old Joe

not the parents suddenly coming in, not even a hint that they've come home beforehand

Ming's vomit falling on his mother's hand is grossing me out

lmfao Mike knowing that Ming was faking it. i love siblings and their shenanigans

yay, Mike has become an ally

I know people were shipping Mike and the secretary, though I don't care about that pairing myself

giggling over them playing around and Ming being a cute menace while in a hospital bed

okayyyy is the mother gonna be fine too now that she's seen the two of them together/wants her son to be well? also she's so beautiful

Ah, the mother sent the lawyer to Ing agh

Poor May bro, I can't believe she's stuck with Tong and is gonna have a child too agh I want her to leave him so bad

yess May, I love youuuuu <333333

why is this father actually evil bruh, threatening to disown Ming and take away his business and everything

anyway, that Tong info was barely leverage like Ming could've left and been disowned even without that aghhh should've used it as at least a bit more leverage

I'm once again mad/sad that Ming's not seeing Joe's real face

May, trusttttt, this divorce will be good for you

Do not show me Tong saying "I'm sorry" to the empty air. Is he doing this because he wants to protect May from the debt collectors or something? idc, you can't make me sympathetic towards him, I need to see him get fucked up

Tong leading these debt collectors straight to Joe while he begs him aghhh and now Joe's gotta fight them because he's too nice

girl what even, how did they switch clothes and mask/glasses so that they kidnap Joe instead of Tong and whyyyyy

why why why would you "take care of this" Joe? why

Ming mistakenly calling Tong Joe from seeing his back goes so hard though

500 000 000 baht oh my god, let's just trade and have Tong killed what the fuck

It's not fun to see Tong grovel/admit fault, I want revenge aklsjfaklsfjskl;f

fucking hell. I guess this is how Joe ends up in the wheelchair

we wouldn't happen to get Joe's real body back, would we? Since the cremation happened and everybody attended his funeral

did nobody inform Joe's mother? meanwhile fuckass Tong is here

what the hell is that door?

poor Joe who is fucking tired of everything happening to him. can't blame him for choosing the door, though I wonder if he's gonna turn back around next ep or he'll get his own body back or what

ofc we're ending here

The conflict had been hinted at throughout the show, but the episode was still quite different from the usual episodes where they're mostly in like Joe's house or at work (shooting/practicing/etc.) and Ming's a strong presence, whether it be to psychologically play with Joe or begging Joe lol. And this felt like a bit of a different genre now with the father and the debt collectors kidnapping Joe but we've been building up to it for a while. Like I'm just glad that the ep 11 problems, although more intense and in a different form than the previous episodes, are not out of the left field.

I can take Mike and Ming's mother becoming allies in this episode but I do not have it in me to give Tong grace. They still made him kinda cowardly and selfish in this episode but he's being portrayed as pitiful as well and maybe like he's turned a new leaf but like Enough! I was on board Ming's changes but you can't just make every shitty person become "good," I still need to see Tong get his comeuppance but I doubt we will. If they also make the father come around next episode (is he the one who called the cops?), then what even... we need some villains/antagonists who don't become sympathetic (the debt collectors don't count, they're hardly characters).

I can't believe I've not got to wait a week and ~8 hours to watch the last episode, what the hell... give it to me now. I'm not super worried about what happens next week though because of the scenes with Joe in a wheelchair that are yet to come.

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The Final Girl Support Group: Read it 📚 7/10⭐️

I just finished reading The Final Girl Support Group by Grady Hendrix 📚 I loved it! So I just recently discovered Mr.Hendrix in the last year. The first book of his that I had read was My Best Friend's Exorcism. I just coud NOT put it down and finished it in one night. From that moment, I was hooked and bought two more books of his the next day. The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires, and How to Sell a Haunted House. Both of which I finished pretty quickly and happily. So in The Final Girl Support Group, we have, obviously a group of 'real life final girls' all grown women now with terrible histories. Each have a story of being young and carefree until they become the sole survivors in attacks against them and their friends from murderers and serial killers. All of these incidents taking place in roughly the 80s and 90s (maybe one in 79) but around the time that our favorite classic slashers had come out. One girl had survived 'The Ghost' a masked killer that went on a killing Spree with a single knife, and had created the "Stab" series in the book. (Get what I'm saying?) All of the girls have had movies made revolving around the incidents they each had. And it was interesting to see how each of them had handled the limelight. Some embracing it, some using it to rehabilitate, some shrinking away from it and barricading themselves in a small cage connected to their front door. Everyone was so different and unique in character and story. There was enough diversity in the group to make for compelling story and to give you characters you loved and hated, but each one having a special part. Throughout the story, there were sprinkled excerpts from aspects in each characters past that help to get you to understand their present. At one point there is testimony and dialogue between one of the girls and their lawyer as she tells details in her case, another is a journal entry. They were well placed and very useful in rounding everyone out. To be completely honest, Hendrix doesn't have deep writings. They are still adult writing, for sure, but they aren't like Dracula or Frankenstein with symbolism and extra thinking. They are stories with some profoundness that are extremely entertaining and can be enjoyed with your brain turned off to a point. Personally, I feel like it's a brain sitcom type deal, where it's just a story played out in front of me and I don't need to be super educated or paying a ton of attention go still love it and understand the entirety of the book. And I'm not trying to say that he's a dumbed down writer. It's not books that would be considered literature to me. But they are still really good and have lessons in them as well. In Final Girl, Hendrix had written a lot about women and men when it comes to horror. How the monsters are men and that's why there aren't any final boys. That the final girls exist because there has to be balance. The good always has to outweigh the bad. Women create, men destroy. And that's the cycle of why women are always checking behind them. Now that's just kind of what I got out of it and not exactly what was said, you'll have to read it to find out (or listen. Audiobooks are still books!) But he did have a nice amount of insight that made me think Hendrix is a decent guy with decent understanding of the differences in those two groups of people. He's observant and explains easily. I'd love to have a class with him on writing! I think he'd be an excellent teacher. Anyway, the book is about trusting your gut and your support group. About sisterhood and unspoken social rules. About greedy men in positions of power manipulating victims for their own personal gain and what to look for in the people you surround yourself with. It was truly an action packed story that kept me guessing until the end. There was a twist I didn't see coming and a pleasantly surprising ending that honestly left me wanting more, and I hope I was able to persuade you to read his works

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Rejected Bad: Arpeggios

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

INT. SAUL GOODMAN'S OFFICE - DAY

Saul sits behind his desk, flipping through stacks of papers. Enter JESSE, followed by his bandmates, SKINNY PETE and BADGER. Jesse carries his guitar, while Skinny Pete holds a keyboard, and Badger carries a drum kit.

Saul looks up, a mix of excitement and scepticism crossing his face.

SAUL:  (leaning back in his chair)  Alright, you knuckleheads. Welcome to my humble abode. Let's see what you got.

JESSE:  (with a grin)  You won't be disappointed, Saul. We're gonna make sure your jingle becomes the next big thing!

SAUL:  (chuckling)  I hope so, Jesse. Just remember, this jingle needs to exude professionalism. We are lawyers here, not some garage band.

Skinny Pete and Badger exchange glances, their faces hinting at mischief.

SKINNY PETE:  (mock-serious)  Oh, don't you worry, Saul. We're definitely in the big league of professional jingle-making.

Saul raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced.

SAUL:  (sceptical)  Alright, alright. Let's get down to business then. How much do you want for this masterpiece?

Jesse, Skinny Pete, and Badger exchange a mischievous look amongst themselves.

JESSE:  (teasingly)  Well, Saul, we've been discussing it, and we've come to a consensus. We don't want cash. We want...string cheese. Yeah, a lifetime supply!

Saul's eyes widen in disbelief.

SAUL:  (intensely)  String cheese? Are you seriously asking me for a lifetime of my supply of string cheese as payment for making my jingle?

Jesse and his bandmates burst into laughter, leaving Saul flabbergasted.

SKINNY PETE:  (grinning)  Hey, man, it's a delicacy! We deserve the best for this job.

BADGER:  (nodding)  Exactly! Plus, it'll help us stay inspired while working on the jingle. The cheesier, the better!

Saul shakes his head in disbelief.

SAUL:  (resigned)  Alright, enough with the string cheese. What else can I offer you? Cash? I can pay you. But keep in mind, it won't be as glamorous as a lifetime supply of string cheese.

JESSE:  (grinning)  We accept, Saul! Cash it is. Can't say no to cold, hard cash.

Saul breathes a sigh of relief. He reaches for his wallet, taking out some money.

SAUL:  (handling the cash to Jesse)  Here you go, boys. You'll find this more useful than chunks of cheese.

Jesse takes the cash, his eyes glinting with excitement.

JESSE:  (appreciative)  Thanks, Saul. We won't let you down.

As Jesse counts the money, both Skinny Pete and Badger look over each other's shoulder, their eyes locked on the drum kit.

SKINNY PETE:  (squinting)  Hey, Badger, what's the deal with arpeggios? Are they even real?

BADGER:  (defensively)  Of course, they're real, dude! It's like...a fancy way to play chords or something.

SKINNY PETE:  (shaking his head)  Nah, man. Arpeggios are just a myth. They try to trick you into thinking there's some secret technique.

Their argument intensifies, completely oblivious to Saul and Jesse.

JESSE:  (giving Saul an apologetic look)  Sorry, Saul. It seems like we might need some time to settle this arpeggio situation.

SAUL:  (sighing)  Great. Just when I thought we were making progress. Alright, boys, make sure to figure it out before the jingle session. We need harmony, not musical debates.

Jesse, Skinny Pete, and Badger continue their passionate argument while Saul shakes his head, wondering if he made the right decision.

FADE OUT.

[burgundybmw]

Munson's Mixtape

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Cunningham!Reader

Word Count: 3,470

Warnings: Mrs. Cunningham being a bitch, Mention of the Devil, Death (Chrissy, Fred, Patrick), References to Jason being an asshole.

Summary: Chrissy has been acting weird, and like a good big sister Y/N drives to Hawkins from Notre Dame to check in on her. Only to find out she has plans to meet up with Eddie Munson. Things take a turn for the worse and now Y/N gets wrapped in to the horrors of Hawkins. Hey, at least she has the company of the guitarist she was sweet on back in high school for comfort.

Author’s Note: Hope you guys liked this chapter! The next one will have Eddie reuniting with his lady in the trailer... but be warned. Next chapter won't be all sunshine and rainbows.

Track Fifteen

Y/N has never been in the back of a police car. Not once in her 20 years of life. She was always careful, anything to avoid her mother's wrath if she dared to do something untoward. However, her two decade long streak has come to a screeching halt. She was currently sitting in the back of Chief Powell's SUV, with Max Mayfield sitting beside her. Dustin and Lucas were in another car, and they were all heading to the Wheeler household. Y/N had asked the chief of police to stop at Rick's car to grab the duffle bag she had taken from her house. He agreed, and now she was peeling through Chrissy's diary trying to find something to back her story up. If she was going to successfully pin this thing on Jason, she needed more solid proof than her word.

Max was looking at her like she was insane, but kept her mouth shut. She was a smart girl, and knew better than to ask her what she was going in front of the cops. Y/N was reading her sisters most private thoughts as quickly as she could. She knew that if she found something useful, the police would confiscate it as evidence. They too would know every detail of Chrissy's life, the good, the bad, and the embarrassing. Y/N just hoped Chrissy would forgive her, wherever she was. She was framing her sister's boyfriend for murder, but Y/N held on hope that it wouldn't get that far.

The Carver's had influence, and once the panic eventually died down they would probably find the best lawyer they could to free Jason. She didn't think claims of a satanic serial murder would hold up in court, at least not for him. Hawkins was crazy enough to believe Eddie would do such a thing, but not All Star American Good Ol' Boy Jason Carver. By then Y/N would have enough evidence to prove Eddie's innocence, and then the cases would go cold. It made her sad to think Vecna couldn't be punished in a court of law, that he would never serve jail time for his crimes. But hopefully he will be dead by the end of this, and Y/N will have comfort in the thought that Chrissy could finally rest in peace knowing her real killer is gone forever.

Throughout Y/N's search she found a few entries in the diary that could be helpful, with a good enough spin. There was one from September that mentioned Patrick.

September 8th, 1985

Dear Diary, School starts tomorrow, and normally I would be excited for the new year, but this time I'm not. Last night Annie threw a last weekend of summer party at her house. Jason picked me up as usual, and everything was going great until Andy suggested everyone play spin the bottle. I didn't want to do it, but Jason said it was just a silly game and that it didn't mean anything. During the first half of the game I had to watch Stephanie, Michelle, and Crystal all kiss my boyfriend on the mouth. I tried not to feel jealous, they all said it was just fun. It didn't feel like fun to me. None of the boys landed on me at first, and I didn't know if I should've felt relieved or upset about it. I don't want to kiss any boy other than Jason, but it hurt seeing it happen to him over and over again. I wanted to get even, and I had my chance when Patrick spun on me. Jason gave him such a dirty look, and Patrick told me I didn't have to if I didn't want to. That was nice of him, and even though I was jealous of other girls kissing Jason, I didn't want to upset my boyfriend. So I just kissed him on the cheek, it was a bit closer to his mouth than I would normally do, but I never made contact with his lips. After I sat back down, Jason pulled me up by the arm and dragged me into the kitchen. He threw an absolute fit! As if he wasn't doing worse! He said it was different for girls, that I was his and his alone. I told him it was just a kiss on the cheek, but Jason wouldn't listen. He never listens when he's angry. After that he left me at the party and drove home. Patrick gave me a ride himself, and said he would talk to him today. I just hope I don't have to start senior year without a boyfriend, I already know what prom dress I want to buy.

After Y/N read the entry she thought of different ways she could make it seem like Jason had it out for Patrick. It would be difficult, considering the fact that they were friends, but not impossible. A second entry from the beginning of March mentioned Fred.

March 4th, 1986

Dear Diary, I got interviewed by the school paper today! Fred wanted to do a piece on the cheerleading squad and I was picked! My picture is going to be in it and everything! I'm so excited to tell Y/N about it. Even Jason's sour mood can't bring me down. He was sooooo convinced Fred was going to say something bad about me, because according to him Fred only writes bad things about Jason, and because I'm his girlfriend that means he's gonna write bad things about me too. I just think he's paranoid. Jason can be a little narcissistic sometimes, thinks the world revolves around him. He said the world revolves around us, which is sweet I guess. I don't know, he's been stressed out about his last basketball season of High School and getting into Yale. So I won't hold it against him.

Those two entries were all Y/N had to defend her case. There were others that talked about fights her sister and Jason had, but the rest of the diary sang his praises. She was sad reading how Jason had treated her sister, and that she didn't realize how cruel he could be. Chrissy didn't deserve Jason's bullshit, but it was too late for her to say anything about it now.

Before she realized it Chief Powell was pulling into the driveway of the Wheeler house. She could see a half dozen cars parked there, her mother's car included. Y/N's heart started pounding, she didn't think her mother would bother to show up, but she was here, waiting for her. The thought gave her little comfort.

Chief Powell opened the back door of the car and let the two girls out. There was another police vehicle in the driveway, so Dustin and Lucas must already be inside. As they walked through the door, all Y/N could hear was yelling.

Max went to sit down next to the boys on the love seat, and Y/N slowly walked to stand beside them. She purposefully ignored her mother's frigid stare. When the Chief walked in everyone stopped speaking for a moment, waiting for him to speak first.

"Okay. The story I've heard tonight is something I, quite frankly, find hard to believe. If you would have asked me a month ago if I thought the Devil was in Hawkins, I'd tell you to check yourself into the loony bin. But now, I don't know what to believe. So right now we are going to get to the bottom of this. Starting with you three." Chief Powell said sternly. Before any of the kids could speak the parents in the room started shouting again.

"The Devil? What's this about the Devil?" Mrs. Sinclair yelled. Lucas sank deeper into his seat. That was her I-mean-business-voice, and he knew he was about to be in deep shit.

"Oh God, Dusty what is he talking about?" Mrs. Henderson asked her son, wiping stray tears off her face with a hanky.

"What on Earth?" Mrs. Wheeler gasped in shock.

"I knew it! I knew Satan himself was involved with this!" Mrs. Cunningham shouted, and Y/N held her head down. She tried to stop herself from shaking. She looked up for just a moment only to find her mother staring daggers at her.

"That's enough!" Chief Powell shouted, but Y/N ignored him. The officers started asking the kids questions, about what they were doing at Lovers Lake. She couldn't focus on them, she was frozen by her mother's icy eyes. They were locked on to her, like a missile about ready to strike. The rest of the parents were shouting again, but Mrs. Cunningham never said a word.

"Shut up!" Chief Powell shouted. Y/N looked over to him, the spell her mother had on her finally broken.

"We're gonna try a more civilized approach. One at a time. You first." Chief Powell said as he pointed at Max.

"Wait, what? Why me? I'm not even in Hellfire." Max protested.

"Follow me." Said Officer Callahan as he lead her upstairs.

"And you, stay right here." Chief Powell said pointing to Y/N. "You two go in the other room, I'll deal with you later."

Dustin and Lucas gave Y/N a pitied look, before they nodded and walked into the kitchen, Lucas' little sister trailing behind them. That left Y/N alone with Chief Powell and the rest of the parents. She moved to sit down on the love seat, when she barely made contact with the cushion her mother went in on her.

"You have a lot of explaining to do missy. First, you selfishly ruin your sister's funeral, embarrassed me and your father in front of everyone, and now this? What is wrong with you! I knew your father was wrong, he should have never bothered calling Notre Dame. You should have stayed away before you ruined absolutely everything!" Mrs. Cunningham shouted. They stopped and stared at her mother's harsh voice, the other mothers in the group turned back to look at Y/N with a sympathetic look on their faces.

"That's enough Mrs. Cunningham, it's my turn to ask the questions." Chief Powell said sternly. Her mother looked like she wanted to continue, but she knew not to embarrass herself in front of the police.

"Okay Miss. Cunningham, can you continue what you were saying earlier? About Jason Carver?" Chief Powell asked. Mrs. Cunningham whipped her head around to face the Chief, protest ready on her lips before he raised a hand at her to keep quiet.

"I believe it was Jason who made a deal with the Devil... I think he wanted revenge against Chrissy, Fred, and Patrick. Jason... he's not who you think he is. It sounds crazy, but I know he somehow made contact with Satan himself, and through whatever means he was able to use black magic to kill all three of them. My sister often singed his praises, but she always saw the good in people... She didn't see how wicked he was." Y/N replied. She tried to make her voice sound haunted, scared out of her wits. Chief Powell was about to ask her to elaborate before her mother cut him off.

"How dare you. How dare you point the finger at Jason. You have no idea what you're talking about." The words were laced with venom as Mrs. Cunningham said them.

“Mom, it was Jason. I know it was him.” Y/N pleaded, but her mother ignored her.

“Shut your mouth young lady. Jason is a good, sweet, God fearing young man. He loved your sister! He wouldn’t make a pact with the Devil, stop spreading these lies.” Mrs. Cunningham replied, sick of her daughter's antics.

“I’m not lying! She told me they fought a lot, and Jason was paranoid she was going to leave him! See here, I have Chrissy’s diary." Y/N grabbed the book she hid behind her and opened it up to show the pages she marked.

"They went to a party and played spin the bottle, she kissed Patrick on the cheek and Jason flipped out." Y/N flipped the book over to show her mother and Chief Powell. She turned the pages frantically to find the next entry she dog eared.

"And here, Chrissy wrote that she did an interview with Fred about the cheer squad, and she said Jason didn't like him because Fred always wrote about his failures in basketball. Jason is the only one who's connected to all of the victims! That’s the only explanation! Jason signed his name in the Devil’s black book!" Y/N shouted. All of the parents in the room looked at her in shock and horror, all except her mother, who looked at her as if she belonged on a stake ready to be set aflame.

“Are you sure about this young lady?” Chief Powell asked.

“Yes. Something is wrong with Hawkins, so horribly wrong. We all know it, but are too afraid to admit it. I don’t know how Jason made his evil pact, but it’s the only thing that makes sense." Y/N felt the tears fill her eyes, this time she didn't have to fake them.

"I saw how Chrissy died, she levitated from the ground. Her bones shattered in place, her eyes... oh God her eyes were ripped out from the inside. No man could do that. Jason is trying to pin this on Eddie, he knows what people in town think of him. It would be so easy… but he didn’t fool me. He won’t get away with this.” She held firm throughout her tale. Y/N prayed that it was enough to convince Chief Powell. His face was still a bit unreadable, but he looked less skeptical than he did at Lover's Lake.

“Alright then. If you wouldn’t mind going into the kitchen with the others Miss. Cunningham, I’d like a word with your mother.” Y/N nodded and slowly walked away, leaving her mother and Chief Powell to speak privately. When she walked into the kitchen Dustin, Lucas, and his sister were all standing in the hallway next to the stairs.

"So, what if, with each kill, he's not simply killing them, he's making a powerful psychic connection with his victims? A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of time and space." Dustin whispered loudly. Y/N stopped right in her tracks, the group didn't notice her presence yet. A feeling of dread so intense it gripped her from the inside out. Vecna was far more powerful than she had feared.

"He's opening more gates." Lucas replied.

"Bingo." Dustin replied. They heard another officer walk by the hallway and slowly headed back to the kitchen, Y/N quietly trailed behind.

"Why would he be opening more gates?" Dustin asked.

"To take over the world." Lucas replied, and that idea made the dread inside of Y/N grow thicker with every passing moment.

"And who do we know who wants to take over the world?" Dustin asked.

"The Mind Flayer." Lucas whispered. It was like the two of them were having their own private conversation, oblivious to Y/N and Lucas' sister's presence.

"So if the Demogorgon was just his foot solider, Vecna is his five-star general. A five-star general with the power to open gates." Dustin whispered frantically.

"Holy shit." Lucas said has he put his hands behind his said.

"Holy shit." Dustin replied in turn.

"Holy shit. That was incomprehensible. You lost me at Mothergate. Please be kind. Rewind." Lucas' sister said with distain.

"I agree, I have no idea what any of that meant." Y/N said finally making her presence known.

Dustin groaned and went back to the beginning of his theory. He explained what he knew about the massive gate that was in Hawkins Lab, the first one they found when Will went missing. He further explained how that gate remained open for a year before their friend Eleven, the girl with superpowers Dustin had told her about days prior, had closed it. They thought the gate was closed forever, until the Russians tried to open a new one under Starcourt Mall. A part of The Mind Flayer had possessed Will, and from there possessed dozens of other people in Hawkins. After they defeated the corporeal Mind Flayer in the mall, Eleven lost her powers, and they thought everything was finally over. That was until Vecna appeared, with his ability to open gates wherever he killed his victims.

Y/N's mind was racing. She hated every word that came out of Dustin's mouth, each statement more horrifying than the next. How was she oblivious to everything? Living her happy-go-lucky life as if there wasn't a living hell that casted it's dark shadow over Hawkins. Dustin had only given the cliff notes version of the story before, this, this was way worse. Lucas' sister, Erica she now knew, had led them to the dining room of the Wheeler house, convinced someone could hear their conversation. They all sat down at the table as Dustin paced back and forth in front of it, rambling on about his theories on Vecna.

"So our working theory is that Vecna makes remote contact from his attic. We don't know why. We assume he can do it from anywhere." Dustin sat back down when he noticed Erica staring into space. Y/N followed her line of sight and noticed the light from the chandelier was flickering in a pattern.

"Are you even listening to me?" Dustin asked.

"Yea, I'm listening. It's just..." Erica said as she walked towards the light fixture in the ceiling. "You said you followed Vecna through lights, right?"

"Yeah, why?" Dustin replied.

"Because I think he's here." They all stood up from the table to see what Erica was talking about. Y/N didn't look away once as the light maintained its steady pattern. A bad feeling settled in Y/N's stomach, she feared that whatever it was that was causing the lights to flicker was up to no good.

"S... O... S..." Dustin whispered. "Hey, uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate?”

“Yeah?” Lucas replied.

“I overestimated them.” Dustin said in a disappointed tone. Y/N walked over and stood in front of the kids, her arms crossed against her chest.

“How do you know it’s them? What if it’s Vecna or something else? What if they’re trying to trick us?” Y/N asked, she was skeptical that it was truly Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Steve on the other side of that light.

“It’s Eddie. I know Steve, Robin, and Nancy don’t know Morse Code, but he knows S.O.S. Nancy knows about Will communicating through the lights when he went to the Upside Down, it has to be them.” Dustin replied.

“Eddie? Eddie if that’s you can you show me a sign? If it’s Vecna you can kindly go fuck yourself, I’m not in the mood for this.” Y/N turned to face the lights, her arms moving from her chest to her hips with a serious look on her face. If Vecna wanted her he could just stop wasting her time and do it already, she didn't want to play any silly game.

The pattern of the lights stopped for a moment, the light maintaining a consistent glow, before it started up again. This wasn't the same S.O.S Dustin pointed out earlier, it was something else. The light flickered once and held the glow before dimming, then it did it a second time, and a third in the same way. Then it started flickering again, a steady 1, 2, 3, 4 beat. Other lights on the chandelier started to flicker as well, all following a consistent beat. Y/N began tapping the rhythm on the chair in front of her, and just like that, muscle memory kicked it. It was the same motion she made when she tapped the steering wheel of her Buick, every time she listened to Eddie's mixtape. It was the beat to For Whom The Bell Tolls. She started to softly sing the lyrics of her favorite song, the one she told Eddie and only Eddie.

"Make his fight on the hill in the early day… constant chill deep inside… Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey. On they fight, for they’re right, yes, but who’s to say… Oh God Eddie baby you’re a genius!” Y/N cheered. She turned around to face the rest of the group, a massive smile on her face. Eddie was here, in a way, and he was alive.

“Hey! Meet us in Nancy’s room, I’ve got an idea!” Dustin yelled. Y/N followed the kids as they stole the Lite-Brite from Mike and Nancy's little sister and headed upstairs. She hoped that whatever Dustin was planning would work. Y/N hated the idea of Eddie staying in the Upside Down for a single minute longer.

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Collide-Justin Herbert-14

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

"Alright, we got everything?" Sara yawned and nodded her head as she got in the car. It was 2am and Justin wanted to be at his parents by the afternoon. She could understand he didn't get to see his family very often during the season and he was excited. Despite the fact that she was exhausted, his happiness rubbed off on her.

Everything was packed up. Nova was asleep in her carrier, still on a high after the catnip she was given. They began the eight hour drive. Justin's phone was navigating, even though he insisted he knew where he was going.

She loaded up on snacks. She packed protein bars, cookies, an uncrustable and Capri suns. (Justin busted out laughing when he saw that one.) He was a bit annoyed when she made him stop at the twenty four hour dunkin donuts. (She placed an order ahead and ran inside in disguise to get it) however the stop was in handy as he sipped the coffee she got him and ate some of the sandwich. 

"Just let me know when you want to switch." Justin rolled his eyes. "Babe, I did this drive all by myself. I'm fine. Also be careful of the liquids, we are going to be hitting a long stretch with no rest stop."

"It's dark, I'll just pee on the side of the road." He sighed. "That's fine. I got my water bottle if I need to go." Sara wrinkled her nose up in disgust. "Ewww boys." He laughed. "Hey its extremely effective."

She used the car's Bluetooth to play some music. He didn't have any preferences so she put on Lord Huron. While listening to "meet me in the city" she told him about her upcoming projects with the band. He was genuinely interested in hearing about what she had planned.

Justin felt bad about not paying attention in the past. Truth was he was all science and sports. Yes he watched movies, but he never really thought about the background of what went into it. Sara explaining her being behind the camera and coming up with ideas. It was fascinating.

"I had no idea you selected the music for the scenes of your show. That's awesome." He smiled, proud of his girl. "I'm going to be honest though. I have never seen a single episode. So I don't understand it."

Sara was a little hurt. "Well it's about college kids coming together after leaving their small town, conservative neighborhoods. You know, coming of age. I'm shocked you haven't seen an episode. Have you heard of it at least?" He nodded. "We have to watch it together."

"Oh no I don't watch anything I'm in. Unless I have to, like a movie premiere that's it. I'll never see it again." He looked at her as he signaled to get on the expressway. "Why?"

"I am my worst critic, I cringe when I see myself." She shrugged. "I guess going back to my high-school days where I would do plays and then my family would critique me."

Justin never thought of it that way. He was forced to watch his old games to go over mistakes he made. He didn't care for it, but it was part of the game. It brought him to another thought. "Well on the topic of your family." He began. "You never talk about yours really."

"I love my immediate family. But I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a disappointment."

"Thats ridiculous. You are more successful than them combined." He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Sara nodded. "I guess, but my family is very businesslike, very Wall street. My dad is a CEO of Lincoln Financial, an investment company. My mom is an economics professor at the local community College. My oldest sister Katie is a financial advisor along with her husband. Middle one Brittany is a lawyer, same as her husband. Alyssa is a stay at home mom. But she has her degree in Pre law, and then there's me."

"You have a degree in psychology though."

Sara sighed. "So did Katie, but my dad made her go to business school because he didn't see any potential in it. When I told my dad I was going to do psychology in high school, he was mad. But hoping I would use it for pre med and pre law. When I told him it was a backup because I wanted to be in the entertainment industry my parents agreed that they wouldn't pay for it. Not a dime. They covered my sisters tuition and dorm fully,but not me. It hurts, I think they feel bad about doubting that. But they never said anything to me."

She smiled. "They have my back and are very supportive. But I don't know, I feel left out sometimes. They were all very athletic and involved, whereas I hated playing sports. I hated being put out there at something I wasn't good at. It wasn't until I joined theater in middle school that I found my niche. My parents rarely went to my plays, usually because it fell around nationals for Alyssa cause she was in dance.

"Not to be rude, but I don't really consider dancing a sport." Justin shrugged his shoulders. "What about aunts and uncles?"

She rolled her eyes. "My aunt is the fucking worst. Always cuts me up when no one is around. She will Make sure to remind me I'll never be good enough like my sisters or small like them" He looked at her questioningly. "I'm the tallest, and the largest in body frame. It pisses her off that her oldest isn’t in show business because she’s prettier.”

Justin was mad. "Fuck them. You don't need them." He grabbed her hand. He noticed she was shaking. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"It's fine, we had to talk about it eventually." Speaking of which, she had to talk to him about leaving in January. That would be a topic when they got home, she decided. Wanting to get off sad topics she smiled. "I hope your mom has all the baby books out."

He groaned and she laughed. "As soon as I told her you were coming my dad texted me and said she was in the crawl space digging them out." She giggled. "Aww come on you were probably the cutest kid. She pinched his cheeks. "Baby Justin with the chubby cheeks oh my god." He smiled and blushed. "Stop it."

She laughed. "So it's your mom, dad, and Patrick right?" He nodded. "Yes, Mitch is in New York in med school. Funny though you took a picture with his girlfriend when you were in New York."  

"Really? Wow what a small world." He smiled. After a minute he asked. "Did you tell your family about us?"

There it was. He was worried if more people knew. "Don't worry, I didn't say anything." She said. 

He furrowed his eyebrows. It actually hurt to know that her parents didn't know anything. "May I ask why?"

"Well for starters I know you don't want many people to know about us so I just didn't say Justin understood the first part. He did value his privacy, but he didn't realize how much his comments hurt Sara. "It's not that I don't want people to know. I'm okay with close friends. It's just when it gets revealed to the public I know things will change." He thought back to his and Bella's conversation. "You have to give me time to adjust." She turned towards him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yes. Sara I really like you and see this going somewhere. I think it's time we discussed going forward. I don't see this as a casual fling."

She smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it "I see this going somewhere too." He smiled. "I'm glad."anything. Also my family is very overwhelming. The moment I say I'm seeing someone they will be on the first plane to Cali to grill you. Then the others will know and I'm not going to subject you to scrutiny."

She was quiet for a moment

"Can I confess something?" He looked at her. "I thought you were just going to be a fling." 

He was surprised. "Really?" She nodded. "I kinda swore off dating for a while. Then I saw you at the wedding and thought you were cute and tall." She laughed. "I approached you thinking it was going to be a one night stand thing. But then I just chickened out and called you for a date."

He laughed. "Well I'm honored. Can I be honest as well? I wasn't going to call at all, I was too intimidated." She busted out laughing. "I knew, that's why I called you."

They laughed together. "That was really bold of me. I thought for sure you would go for someone like me."

"What makes you say that?"

She almost said it. It was on the tip of her tongue. She chickened out again. " Well don't pro athletes usually go for skinny blonde girls?" She noticed his hesitation. "I'm going to be honest, I've just always ended up with blondes. But I like brunettes as well. I got a gorgeous one right next to me." She cooed.

She was happy, this was the most honest conversation they ever had since their relationship. It was progress, and while Sara could admit that she was toxic in the way that she never really injected herself in his hobbies she felt really guilty over invading his privacy. She had no reason not to trust him. He was with her almost twenty four seven. There was no reason to suspect him cheating his own teammate backed him up.

A teammate she was stringing along. 

As on cue her phone buzzed and it was Joey.

Hey 

It was four in the morning. What could he want? Her read receipts were on unfortunately. Still she decided to ignore it

She looked at Justin, she needed a distraction. "You know what I'm most excited for?" She asked

"Hmm."

"To see your childhood bedroom."

"Why?"

"I don't know, because of the memories you have tied to it. Where you had your struggles, how you celebrated the highs and dealt with the lows. Photos of your friends and family. Also I'm sure you have jerseys hung up. I want to thank you for trusting me with that "

He smiled. "I'm happy to reveal it to you. I know I'm not the most open guy and I struggle with feelings, but this is important to me, you're important to me."

Sara's heart was going to burst with joy and love. "Well technically I got the hard part over, I met your parents." He laughed. "Yeah now you get to meet my youngest brother. Which is easy, he's a pain in the ass though. I'm sure he would say the same for me."

"What would he have to say about you?"

Justin laughed. "That I beat up on him a Lot, which I did when I was younger. Also I was a neat freak."

"You still are, you got me containers for my makeup and toiletries to keep them separate."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay? And you find what you're looking for faster." She was silent for a moment. "Okay, point taken."

Another couple hours went by with some playful bickering about the music. (He joked that her music was depressing and she said he had the taste of a dad going through a mid life crisis.) They settled into a comfortable silence. Finally Sara saw the 'Welcome to Oregon' sign. She squeezed his hand tighter.

It was nice to see the change. Even though they just crossed the border she noticed Justin looked more relaxed than he had the past couple of weeks. She knew how stressed he was, so she hoped he could truly relax and reset, seek comfort in his family. The weather changed to dark and dreary. "I love it" She said.

"What?' She blushed as she realized she spoke her thoughts out loud. "This weather. I love it, perfect weather to be in bed, reading a book, sleeping. Or making love."

They came to a red light and he glanced at her. "my house in Oregon isn't as glamorous as LA. But I love it "

"Justin because I'm a Hollywood actress doesn't mean I have people waiting on me hand and foot. I don't need fancy things, my house is pretty modest for LA isn't it?"

He nodded "yes. I'm sorry. I don't mean it offensively. My idea of Hollywood starlets is completely different." He paused. "Still can't believe I met Bella Hadid." She laughed. "Crazy isn't it? When she was up and coming I was still in my college dorm."

"Yeah and I was starting at Oregon." She felt bad. This is his trip for him, and she wanted this to be about him. This territory was for his stories to tell.

It was still a bit before they hit Eugene, but Sara was already in love. It was gorgeous and the scenery was perfect. The fall really brought that out, completely atmosphere from the busy Los Angeles. Justin looked at Sara as she took in the sights. As they were on the road she offered to switch many times, as they initially agreed to share the driving responsibilities. But Justin had no intention of doing that.  He wanted her to take in the scenery, and he had done this drive many times by himself.

Plus this made him feel like a man, driving his girl to locations. He loved that he was so much bigger than her. He loved that she comforted him during hard times, that she validated his feelings. Everything about her was perfect. He loved watching her get ready in the morning. He loved that she was the first person he spoke to in the morning and the last one he spoke to before he fell asleep

It was in that moment he realized he loved everything about her

He loved Sara Christine Wozniak.

The realization hit him so hard that he didn't start driving until the car behind them honked and startled them both. Embarrassed, he began driving while Sara laughed at him. She was scrolling instagram and decided to post photos she took in LA the other day while out. Just in case she had to cover her tracks.

It's a good thing she did.

Twitteruser: My dad just saw Justin Herbert in Oregon! Looks like he's taking a break

 I would need a break from Lombardis offense.

Probably re enrolling in OSU to play ball there.

Was he with anyone?

Twitteruser: he said there was someone in the seat next to him. Looked like a girl with dark hair, had a baseball cap on.

Are you sure it was him? I thought he was dating that blonde reporter.

Twitteruser: yeah long hair, silver Porsche with the Oregon plate. He said he couldn't get a look at the girl, who was very secretive.

He probably has a secret girlfriend and is using Taylor as a cover up

Twitteruser7: what a player.

Yeah dude needs to focus on ball and not pussy.

On Tumblr.

Anon message : have you seen this? [Link to tweet] interesting. I like the theory that he has a secret girlfriend she probably lives in Oregon

Interesting anon. However we don't know if this is legit. Let's not make this a thing and go through all of his followers with dark hair and message them.

Anon2: what are your thoughts?

I'm not going to add any fuel to the fire. I have my own opinions but he's a twenty four year old guy having fun. I'm thrown for a loop cause I was pretty sure I knew who he was seeing, and it wasn't a brunette.

Anon: Maybe it's Sara?

I know for sure it isn't Sara Wozniak. She was posting photos of Los Angeles.  I can't see them together. Sorry. Now unless there's photo evidence  I really don't want to talk about this.

Anon: great another girl to add to the list for these crazies to stalk. He's home, maybe it's a fucking relative.

True, he has plenty of female relatives with dark hair. I'm surprised he went home though, he told the media he was just going to treat it like any other week.

Anon: he didn't want any scrutiny. He needs to reset and I feel that this is good for him. See family and recharge, glad to see he has a support team. 

Yes this will be a good mental reset before next week. 

Sara’s anxiety began to spike as Justin got off the main roads and turned on a residential  street. She could see Autzen stadium in the distance and smiled thinking of how Justin played there. 

"we're going to my house first to drop off our stuff. Maybe get a nap in." He yawned and saw it was 11am. He looked over at Sara. "That sound good?" 

"That's perfect. We would have gotten here a lot faster If I drove." She teased. He was a rule follower, only going the max five over.

"Okay hun, and you had how many speeding tickets?"

She huffed. "Only two and the cops in Pennsylvania are jerks. I was running late for school." He laughed as he pulled into his driveway. She took in the sight, it was alot smaller than his home in California, but it was nice, and homey. Perfect home for a family to grow in. They pulled into the garage and once the door was closed He jumped out and opened the door for her. She grabbed Nova’s carrier and litter box and made sure to set it up as soon as he unlocked the door.

They had a brief back and forth about the bags. (She reminded him he was still injured.,) and they settled in. "I'm going to assume you have nothing." She opened the fridge and was surprised when it was fully stocked with everything. Justin smiled. "My mom stocked up on everything when I told her we were coming. Also Patrick uses this place when his girlfriend comes to visit." She nodded in understanding before she unpacked everything in his room. It was a similar setup to Los Angeles. Once that was done she smiled as she took in the photos. He had his trophies, memories of his time at University of Oregon. There was one trophy she was memorized by.

"Thats the Campbell trophy." Justin came up behind her and caressed her shoulders. "It's awarded to the most academic athlete."

Sara leaned into his embrace. "You're so smart. Tell me something, I found an article that said you were looking into med school if the NFL didn't work out."

"That's crap. People assumed that because of Mitch. I didn't really want that. I probably would have been a biology teacher like my dad. I was a teacher's assistant and I really liked that."

"Hmm so you would have been the hot guy sitting next to the professor. I would have tried to hook up with you?" He smiled. "You would?"

She laughed. "Naw this was at college. I would have stared at you like a weirdo and stalked your social media."

"Jokes on you, I didn't have social media. Plus we probably wouldn't have had any classes together." Acknowledging the two year age gap." Sara nodded. "When you were at UCLA did you attend any football games?"

Sitting on the bed she thought about it. "Yes, my roommate freshman year was dating someone on the football team so I went. But I wasn't really interested, so I went to a party with the team. Told one of the guys I wanted to be an actress and he laughed before he tried to fuck me."

Justin sat next to her. "What happened?"

"As soon as the show took off he was in my DMs, he also told the press that I fucked him and was a 'wild animal in bed'

"Asshole."

"I mean what are you going to do? My friends stood up for me, it was a back and forth on twitter. I don't want to talk about that though " She laid on the bed. "I want to take a nap and maybe have a snack later. Then we will meet everyone."

He began to strip off his clothes, "that sounds like a good plan to me." Sara followed suit, and when they were stripped down to their underwear they crawled underneath the covers. Justin pulled Sara to him. Content and relaxed, they fell asleep, ready to enjoy their mini vacation.

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It was 2 o'clock when she woke up to an empty bed, slipping on her glasses, she sat up and stretched. She heard commotion in the kitchen? She heard voices, however it wasn't Holly or Mark's.

"Bro I'm sorry I didn't know you were here already."

"Shh you're gonna wake her up." She knew Justin's voice.

"Who?"

"My girlfriend, dipshit. Besides, don't you have practice or something?"

The unrecognizable voice. "Well you get certain perks when your team has a winning record, you remember that don't you?"

"Shut up?"

"Wait a second, girlfriend? When the fuck did this happen?"

"Four months."

"Mom and dad know?

She could tell her boyfriend was irritated. "Yes they know they met her when they visited LA. So does Mitch too."

Wait, Mitch knows? That was news to her, in a good way. But he never mentioned that.

"So you're telling me you just show up here with a girl that the whole family knows about except me? Well dude I want to meet her!"

"Not now! When she wakes up and gets ready we will be over Mom and Dad's for dinner!"

A laugh. "Oh so you had to break in the bed first huh? Ceremonial first girl in the house." 

She heard a slap and then an "ow" following. She stifled a laugh, knowing how red Justin probably was. "Shut up Patrick."

Oh so that was Patrick, the youngest of the Herbert brothers. She should have figured that out. She wanted to go out there and meet him but not like this. It was best to pretend she was still sleeping.

"Well you're in luck cause Carly surprised me as a late birthday gift."

She heard the panic in Justin's voice. "She's here? You didn't tell me she was here. I wasn't planning for that."

"I know, that's why I said surprise genius. She got here last night."

"Well, she isn't coming tonight is she?"

"Uh yeah she's staying with me. You never had an issue with her being over. What's the deal?" Oh he was worried about her knowing. God forbid one more person knew about them.

Anger flared up inside of her, but then she thought rationally. She was a big Star, and if someone blew their cover that was it. However, she would think Patrick's girlfriend would be trustworthy. 

The rest of their conversation turned to Oregon games. They had come off of a win vs UCLA so there was a lot of trash talking on Pat's end. Once he had left she heard Justin head towards the room and she quickly laid back down and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. She heard him enter and felt the bed move. His large arm wrapped around her stomach. He kissed her cheek. "I know you're not asleep." She could hear the smile. She steadied her breathing, putting on the performance of a lifetime. "You can pull that with anyone else but you can't with me. You don't like to sleep on your back." Still, she persisted. 

His finger slid down her side, creeping up on her side, he moved towards her arm Pitt and she held her breath. One night he discovered her weakness that she was extremely ticklish and used that to his advantage. Of course he was going to use it here and she felt his hand move off of her and she thought she was in the clear, but to no avail as he went to the other spot which was her neck. He began to poke at the sides of her neck. Her lips moved, then she gave up and began laughing really hard. Justin joined in. "Gotcha!" He kept up the antics and Sara tried shoving him away. "Jerk! That's not fair." He kissed her.

"How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to know Pat came." He rolled his eyes. "You can ignore him, he's an ass." She smiled and kissed him, he responded. Soon enough their tongues were battling for dominance. Of course he had to win. He grabbed her neck and she moaned. The kiss was broken "so, if you want." Justin breathed. "I never gave you a tour of the house." 

"I want a tour of something else." She reached underneath his shirt. He grabbed her hands and held them to her sides. "I think the house tour is more important." The smile on her face told her everything. Jerk was teasing her. "Besides, patience is a virtue."  He got off the bed and motioned for her to follow him. Upon stealing one of his shirts she followed him.

He took his sweet time explaining each room, how each appliance worked. She tried so hard to pay attention when he would go into detail explaining something significant that happened to him or a memory. It was hard to focus when he looked delicious. She had known before the conversation with Patrick he must have showered cause she noticed his hair was wet. Also he was shirtless, a massive weakness for her and he knew it. Again, what a jerk. Justin took her into the basement and she gasped. It was a guy setup with a bar, a pool table, a video game setup with a big television. That wasn't what grabbed Sara’s attention, there was a piano in the corner collecting dust. She noticed he was looking at her. "I didn't know you played."

"I don't. I bought it for decoration from my buddy. You play?" She nodded. "One of the first things my parents enrolled me in. I always thought it was such a beautiful instrument. My brother in law plays too." She walked over and ran her hands over the keys. "Have you thought about taking lessons?" He shrugged. "Not really. It's just for decoration.

"Such a shame, I think you would look hot. If you want I can show you some basics." He smiled. "I'd like that a lot." He walked towards her. "You want to see the backyard. "

"You got a swing set?" He raised his eyebrows. "A swing set?"

"Or a hammock?" He shook his head no. "Come on Herbert!" 

"What? I only grill in my backyard, and it's not hot enough for a pool." He smirked. "I do have a hot tub. Which Patrick uses for recovery."

"Really Justin? You should have told me! I didn't pack any swimwear!"

"That shouldn't stop you. I mean, we can just skinny dip." She turned to see the mischievous smile on his face. "Hmm I don't know. I'm saving myself for marriage."

He busted out laughing. "Yeah okay. You call what you did something a virgin would do?"

"I'm a woman of many talents." He let out a "hmph" sound and grabbed her hand to lead her back upstairs. Once they reached the top of the stairs Sara thought about the time they needed to be at his parents house. "I should start getting ready."

"It's only three we got a couple of hours."

"Thank God I made those cookies yesterday." 

"You know my parents wouldn't care if you brought something or not."

"And I told you this before Italians never show up empty handed." She thought about that comment she made to Joey. While Justin and Patrick were talking, she saw he had messaged her a couple times wishing her a good trip and to let him know how it goes. She wasn't going to respond to him. "I need to get ready." Before Jusgin could respond she went back to the room and began sorting through her bags to find her makeup. Once she did she plugged in her curling iron. Her hair wasn't due for a washing but she felt her body did, so she quickly did once over in the shower and got out. It was nice and cool in the room, so she decided to just get ready naked.

She was doing skincare when Justin walked in. He was enjoying the view of her bent over the bathroom counter. Their eyes met in the mirror and she knew the look on his face. "Justin, no we do not have time. I need to get ready."

He leaned against the doorframe. "It's not going to take you the whole two hours to get ready. I only need ten minutes." She pushed out of the way to grab something from her bag and he followed her like a lost puppy. "Baby."

"Justin, not now. Once we stop we won't be able to stop." He smirked. "I could just say you're too tired from the trip." She rolled her eyes smiling. "You can't wait a couple of hours? Patience is a virtue." She used his words against him. He groaned. "Damn it Sara." She laughed and shooed him out the room so she could get ready in peace.

He sat on the bed and watched her routine as she applied her skincare. As much as he fussed about her doing the facial on him, he secretly loved it. "We can do another facial night if you want." 

"I knew you would love the skincare routine!" She called.  He couldn't resist and smirked. "Who said anything about skincare." She whipped around and playfully glared at him. "Oh I have a dirty mouth huh? You got photos of me with your baby gravy on my face."

He wrinkled his face. "Well I'm not turned on anymore. What I meant was you could sit on my face." He noticed she stopped her makeup application. Justin smirked as  the tables turned. She glared at him. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not working." She looked down at her phone. "Times are ticking. I don't want to be late."

"Okay I'm done." He took out his phone and began to browse instagram. "Hey Sara, do you have a personal account on Instagram?"

"Yes, it's ChristopherW14. He typed it in and found it. The profile was locked, and it showed a picture of a guy overlooking the sunset. "Who is this?"

Her makeup was done and she was spraying something on her face. "It's a random picture I found on Google. So far no one has detected it being me. It's a I don't even follow it on my page " He hit the request, and a few seconds later her phone buzzed with the notification. She accepted it and headed into the room to get dressed. It was cool, so she decided on some light jeans and a gray t-shirt with a checkered sweater. She looked at Justin who was in his usual Nike attire. It was him, it was charming. He noticed her stare and he was self conscious. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. You look good." He blushed. "Stop, I feel like a slob compared to you." She walked up to him and stood on her tippy toes to kiss shit chin.  "I would still smash." He smirked. "Gave you the opportunity, but noooo you said we will be late. My parents are down the block." She rolled her eyes and went to grab her purse. "Let's go". He led her to the garage and she was confused before she could ask if they could just walk. She remembered he didn't want the neighbors to notice. While he was not a big star in Los Angeles, he was a big celebrity here.

She couldn't help but laugh though as he backed out of his driveway and pulled into his parents driveway in less than two seconds. Their home was set up exactly like Justin's, except there were female touches to let her know that his mother was there. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves

The first thing she noticed was a large black dog bounding towards her at full speed. Before Justin could yell or stop the dog she found herself on her ass and laughed as the dog excitedly sniffed and barked while his paws where on his shoulder.

"DYLAN!" Holly rounded the corner as Justin grabbed the dog's collar to pull him off of his girlfriend. "Oh my god I'm so sorry he gets so excited around new people." Sara got off the ground. "It's okay, I love dogs. He's a good boy." She scratched his tail and that calmed him down. Once he recognized Justin he was excited and began whimpering and trying to jump on him. "Yeah now you noticed me. Miss you buddy." Justin patted the dog. "Pat must have forgotten to lock him up "

"What kinda dog is he?"

"Lab mixed with Pyrenees." Holly and Sara embraced. "So nice to see you again."

"Same to you. I love your house." It was warm and inviting. You could tell a loving family lived there. "Oh thank you, Mark is outside finishing up lawn work. He does these things at the silliest times. Come on, everyone else is in the kitchen." The young couple followed Holly as they entered. Sara could see Patrick and a blonde woman, their backs facing her.

Patrick turned around, and as soon as he made eye contact with Sara he froze. It was comical really. 

"Pat what's wron-" the woman who was presumed to be Carly, turned around and froze. Shock flooded both of their system as they came face to face with the woman who was on the big screen and their TV screens

Sara was used to this reaction, however coming from someone she was trying to impress was a bit nerve wracking " she smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hi I'm Sara." She addressed Justin's brother first. "You must be Patrick." She held out her hand for him to shake. "It's really nice to meet you." Carly snapped out her daze first and grabbed her hand. "Oh wow! It's nice to meet you! Wow, um Patrick told me Justin was seeing someone but… wow." Sara had to laugh. "I'm so sorry, we are just a little star struck right now. Aren't we?" She hit Pat in the ribs with her elbow and he suddenly remembered where he was. "Oh yeah where are my manners? I'm so sorry! Hi I'm Pat." He shook her hand. He looked at Justin. "How the hell did you land her?"

"Patrick!" Holly slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry Sara, I wish Mitch was here, he is the less obnoxious one out of these two." Justin feigned hurt. "Hey now don't lump me in with Patrick"

Carly rolled her eyes. "You are both idiots. Even Mitch has his moments. You can ask Isobel." They were interrupted when Mark came in the back door. "Oh you guys arrived. Hello Sara. I'd hug you but I got to shower first." She smiled. "That's okay, good to see you again Mr. Herbert " "It's Mark remember" He winked. Patrick interrupted.

"Wow so this is why you guys didn't say anything. Well welcome. Sorry I acted a little off putting, it's not everyday my brother brings home a movie Star, or a girl for that matter." Sara laughed, and her fears sorta melted away. So far The rest of the Herbert family was cool, and if Mitch was like this, then that would be a breeze. 

"Holly, do you need help with anything?" Sara set the container of cookies down (which almost were crushed by the massive dog) rounding the corner she could see Holly was sautéing vegetables. "No thank you Sweetie. Everything is almost done." As on cue the oven beeped. She put on the oven mitts and opened the oven to reveal a small turkey. Justin saw it as well. "Gosh mom, I didn't realize it was thanksgiving." He joked

She put the turkey on the counter. "Oh stop it, it's rare to have you home so I thought it would make it special." Patrick smiled. "See? And Mitch isn't here. Obviously we are the favorite sons."

"I never said that." Mark came downstairs, hair wet from the shower. "Looks good babe," He kissed Holly, and Sara smiled. They reminded her of her parents and how they interacted. She noticed Justin looking at her and they met eyes and smiled.

Holly finished up the sides and announced to everyone that they can fill their plates. Mark carved the turkey while everyone helped themselves. They took their seats and began eating. Sara had to say, the food was delicious and she complimented Holly on it.  Conversation was flowing and she loved it. It felt like family. It felt like home.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. How on earth did you two meet?" Carly looked between her and Justin. "He is the most shy guy I've ever met. When I came over for the first time. He was just in his room, barely said hi. I thought he hated me."

"I was preparing for the rose bowl! I was really focused. Justin defended himself. "Anyways. We met at Joe Grant's wedding in July."

"Didn't know you had the game or the confidence to approach her." Patrick smiled.

Justin closed his eyes. He knew what was going to come next. Sara chimed in with a smirk. " I was the one who made the move. I approached him, gave him my number, called him, and set up the date."

Patrick busted out laughing. "I should have known! I knew he didn't have the balls." He slapped his older brother on the back. "I can already tell she's too good for you "

Mark chimed in. "Hey! Don't scare her off I like her" Sara felt warm at that comment. When she first met Mark he was nice, but he wasn't open like Holly, and being emotional with anxiety it worried her. She was still incredibly nervous and as much as tried not to show it Justin picked up on it. She was twisting the ring on her middle finger and under the table he noticed her leg Bouncing. At one point he put his hand on her knees to steady her. She looked over and he met her with a reassuring smile.

Meanwhile The Herbert family (including Carly) were noticing these things. Justin was attentive to Sara, asking if she needed anything or making sure to include her in the conversation. The glances he stole were filled with adoration and…. Love. Patrick and Holly met eyes many times and they spoke a thousand words without saying anything. Mark was taking it all in, smiling to himself.

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"I love your family." Sara couldn't stop grinning as she got into bed. Justin looked up from his book. Setting it down, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad. They love you too, you know."

She looked over. "You really think so?" He knew she was looking for that reassurance. He smiled. "I wouldn't lie about something like that." And he wouldn't. "My mom likes that you call me out on my shit."

After dinner, they got on the topic of board games in which it led them to a loud boisterous game of Jenga, and then Sorry! (In which Sara finally beat him to Patrick's happiness." They didn't leave his parents house til about midnight. Patrick was leaving Friday for his game at California. However Justin and Patrick were going to the Oregon practice facilities early before everyone else to get some throws in. Holly and Sara echoed the same concerns. They didn't  want Justin getting hurt while attempting the throws not being under supervision of the Chargers. "Are you sure you want to throw tomorrow?"

He laid down and faced her. "I'll be fine, you really think I didn't clear it with the medical team before we left?" His tone had 'duh' written all over and Sara felt dumb "Well when you say it like that I feel stupid." He kissed her cheek. "Don't feel that way. Now let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. She raised her eyebrow in questioning. "Make sure you get your golf stuff ready while I'm gone. I got the course where I held my event closed down for me, you and my dad." He saw the apprehension on her face. "Don't worry you will be fine."

She was a little bit worried. Golf was still athletic and she wasn't the best person to explore athletics. Maybe that's why she insulted him and put golf down a little bit. However it was important to him and she wanted to show him that she would at least try.

Justin turned off the light and cuddled next to her. With a sigh she settled against him and closed her eyes.

A.N. Welcome to the adventures in Oregon! 

[alittlelove4u]

tokyo revengers boys talking about the future

including: Manjiro „Mikey“ Sano • Ran Haitani • Baji Keisuke • Kakucho Hitto

„in 12 years, please stay away from me“

warnings: suggestive, manga spoilers (slightly), angst

note: fem!reader in Ran‘s

note II: somehow they got longer with each character

You always knew Mikey was born for something great and already has a plan but you didn’t know if you were in it until one night he took you out for a drive to the beach.

It was a flew nights before your highschool graduation and both of you were a bit nostalgic, not that Mikey has spend much time in school anyway.“Are you scared?“ Mikey asked, sitting behind you in the sand and with his arms around your shoulders.“About?“ you asked, still looking at the dark ocean illuminated by the moonlight.“ You’ll leave for collage in a flew weeks,“ he murmured into your shoulder, hiding how much it actually hurts him.

„A bit. You?“ You never talked about what would happen after school, you just assumed he’d forget about you for he has enough to do. After a moment of silence you feel him pull you closer, putting his chin on your shoulder.“No. I have the gang and I’ll visit you every weekend until you come back. You’ll work as an amazing lawyer and I’ll grow Toman bigger. And we’ll live in one of these big ass houses on the beach,“ he tells you with a hopeful smile on his face, melting your heart with his words.“Who said I wanna live at the beach?“

You watched Ran place a glass of water on your side of the bed and sit down again, his hair still messy and body glowing from the sweat, as you walk out the bathroom. Those nights started of as casual hookups, whenever one of you was horny or stressed but soon he started to stay the night, claiming he’s too tired to drive, buy you pretty things and just appear at your door whenever he had a bad day, yet both of you claimed to be just friends with benefits.

„If you keep fucking me without a condom, I might get pregnant, I hope you know that,“ you murmured a halfhearted threat to him and put you hair up again to keep it out of your face but the man only grined at your words.

„Would that be so bad?“ he asked in a low voice, pulling you closer by his shirt you’re wearing. With his arms around your waist and your hands on his shoulder he looked up to you with a smitten shimmer in his eyes. He was fallen for you a long time ago.“A little baby-Y/N. Hm? I’d spoil you both rotten and we could buy a house and the dog you always wanted.“

You smiled at his words, mindlessly playing with his hair.“Baby, you’re in a gang and I have a job.“,“I can quit.“ Your hand freezed at his reply and the serious expression on his face. Would he actually do it? You quickly threw that thought out and smiled.“I’ll not press your baby out my vagina without a diamond on my finger and at least a real date.“

Ran jumped up, picking you up at the process and placing a kiss on your lips.“Baby, I’ll take you to the best dates in your life and fill you up with my cum afterward.“

„Dogs!“,,Cats!“,,Dogs!“,,Cats!“,,Dogs!“

„That’s it!“ Baji yelled to stop your little argument,“ When I open my shop, you won’t be allowed to enter,“ he announced, crossing his arms like a pouty child.

„Well neither will you, in mine,“ you replied just as playful and stubborn, whereupon he lost his serious expression.“But I thought we’ll open the pet shop together.“

„I don’t know,“ you murmured, leaning back in his bed with a soft smile,“ I thought I might open a flower shop.“

„Flowers,“ he asked with a smitten smile and put his head on your lap so you could play with his hair.“That’s cool.“

„You think you?“

„Mh,“ he murmured with closed eyes.“We could open them next to each other. We could always eat lunch together and I’ll smell like dog and you’ll smell like daisies or some shit,“ he smiles, imagining how I must feel like to wake up next to you every day. Oh this could be heaven.

„We could have an apartment above the shop with a big balcony,“ you continued to dream about your future together.

„And there will be plants everywhere! And we’ll fight light an old married couple and our neighbors will hate us!“

„Promise?“ you asked as the fear started creeping up again. It’s silly to dream about such things for you knew you two would eventually grow apart like every young couple.“I swear it.“Baji finally opened his eyes again and placed a gentle kiss on your palm, the look in his eyes melting your heart. Maybe it could become reality, you hoped for he made you feel like he never loved anyone like this.

With an tired expression Kakucho took a seat at the bar, smiling as he saw you walking towards him with his drink already prepared. He’d spend most night’s sitting at the bar, talking to you and even though he’d never admit it to anyone you were often the one person he actually wanted to see.

„You’re late,“ You greeted him with a smile, placing the drink in front of him and taking in his appearance. He was wearing a suit but lost the jacket and his hair seemed like a mess. A handsome devil, your coworkers called him and you couldn’t disagree.

„Mh,“ he murmured, swallowing the whole drink in one smooth move, making you worry a bit, not that you’d show it for the two of you were barely friends.“So, are you gonna tell me what happened or will I have to wait until Sanzu comes, telling me what you did?“

As he stayed silent you took it as a signal to leave but before you could actually walk away, he called out your name.“Y/N.“ It was almost a whispers and filled with fear, for he never liked telling you about the things he had to do.“Do you ever think about…leaving?“ he asked with his eyes still on the empty glass.

You could just imagine what must have happened that day for him to be this devastated.“I don’t know, sometimes,“ you answered for you couldn’t complain about your life.“Why? Do you wanna leave Bonten?“ you asked grinning,hiding how much the thought of him leaving hurted.

„I don’t know…Maybe. Sometimes I just wanna leave everything to Mikey and Sanzu and never come back to Tokyo.“ Kakucho raised his eyes to the woman and for a moment he doubted his non existing plan for he would have to leave Y/N too.

„And where would you go?“

„Somewhere warm. Somewhere where it never snows and I wouldn’t have to carry a gun. I could open an restaurant.“ He dared to dream about a simple live but who was he kidding. Kakucho wasn’t made for a simple life, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

„Sounds nice,“ Y/N murmured, leaning against the counter, ignoring her other guests on purpose,“Want some company?“The man looked at you for you seemed serious about leaving with him everything behind.

[arkhivez]

Rewriting the She-Hulk Finale

“Jen,” K.E.V.I.N. began. “Are you sure this is just about getting rid of big spectacle endings with bad guys?” “What do you mean?” Jen asks, confused. “I understand that you want this to be your story, and not the story of cameo characters, or another standard MCU ending, but consider this.” K.E.V.I.N. turned to the screens in the room, and began playing various scenes. “He may have been your father boy, but he wasn’t your Daddy.” “If you were here, I’d even hug you.” “This? This isn’t freedom. It’s fear.” Various scenes began to play from the past fifteen years. But there wasn’t any fighting. It was people talking.  “While it is true that we do like to have action-heavy finales, we also mean to present our characters facing real struggles, coming to terms with their place in the multiverse, being changed by it,”  K.E.V.I.N. explained. “That doesn’t mean that I have to do it the way they did it!” Jen exclaimed. “Are you sure that’s what you’re trying to avoid? Or do you mean to keep escaping your difficulties, keep running from the question of who you are?”  K.E.V.I.N. asked in his kind, but assertive voice. Other scenes began to play. “So call me, anytime,” Bruce and Jen hugged each other. “My daughter gets attacked, and I’m supposed to do nothing?” Jen’s father. “What that incredibly attractive man said in there...you deserve better.” Mallory giving a genuine compliment, not something she gave to everyone. “Come on! Civic duty, remember?!?” Nikki urging Jen to transform in the courtroom. “Or do they have a duty to protect those without it?” Jen was practicing her closing. “They did this, because they believed their power would shield them, from very real consequences.” Jen looked over at  K.E.V.I.N., indignantly. “Not cool, bro. Using my own lawyer speech against me. What are you trying to say?” “What is it that you are trying to say, Jen?”  K.E.V.I.N. asked. “Are you sure that Jen Walters has nothing to answer for?” They were back outside. Todd Phelps winced and prepared for the She-Hulk to obliterate him. But instead, Jen was explaining that he would be going to court. “Jen!” Nikki and Pug ran over. “So, everything is cool now?” “I made a mistake. I misused my power, and I let someone bait me, like Mallory said,” Jen told them. “It doesn’t feel right that I’m out there trying to make people with superpowers pay for crimes when I won’t even face my mistakes. Matt said both Jen and She-Hulk can do some good. But they both need to help themselves first.” In a move that shocked her friends, Jen turned herself into DODC, allowing herself to be transferred to a high-security cell.  “Yeah, it feels weird from the other side,” Bruce nodded, standing outside her cell. “How long do you think you’ll be in here?” “Mallory Book is sorting that out, she thinks they can work something out, but it won’t happen overnight,” Jen shrugged. “But that’s okay.” “Are you sure?” Bruce asked, concerned. “You know...I kept calling you ‘Smug Hulk’, but I’ve been the smug, cocky one ever since this started. I’ve been running from having these crazy hulk powers and going green, while I could have been doing a bit more to help. You were right,” Jen admitted with a frustrated smile. “But that’s okay. No more running from my problems. Some things you can’t smash our way out of, right Bruce?” Bruce just nodded, giving a proud grin. “I’ll be here if you need me.” He began to walk away. “Winning the battle with yourself, that’s the real villain.” Jen looked on with a satisfied look. Then picked up a book they allowed her to have in the cell and began reading. She was calm and confident. Not cocky, and not in crippling self-doubt, either. She was...herself. And she was finally starting to figure out who that was.

[eviltiddyproductions]

Vincenzo: Episode 8

lmao is my man wearing a Christmas Santa hat in the thumbnail

I think they hug in this episode !!!

look at y’all having your little conversations in a corner 😏 his little smile lmao

macaron !!! 😭🤣

nooo does that monk have a tyre mark on his head

my little man is having a monologue moment about Vincenzo in his head 😭

walking someone home is so love coded

get that TV bag building peeps!

two evil people fighting each other is actually so fun to watch.

just laughing at the weirdest times

your lawyers get you funding too???

‘you need to get your shit together’ said with the most angelic faces ever 💀💗

LMAOOOO our villain’s notes include : I will kill him!!! son of a beach !!! Fook. so many of us could win from privately journaling our feelings

I hope my little brother doesn’t start hitting others with hockey pucks. It would break my heart and stomach to watch that

and he just did

Jang Junwoo!! you’re going to HELLL

why do you have a GUN

oh no are they going to kill those gang members for this. they’re… I mean live by the sword die by the sword but this is insane….

finally the fourth person that shows up when you google Vincenzo cast

who’s dying

oh his mom

all this time I thought babel guy (the dad who is dead) was the one who assaulted people but I guess it’s this bank guy’s dad who’s PRESIDENT!?! nasty.

get him aunty! and get him Chayoung

punch him sister

get him aunty !!! SHE IS SO REAL FOR THIS lmaoooo

did Chayoung just pull out his hair ! yes queen

the bodyguard looking like 😟😟😟

the impression guy is adorable 🤣

Mr Nam getting excited thinking he’s going to be the homme fatale he’s just like me fr !

Hogging the door with a cycle oh so slay !!!

both of them on his shoulder being 2 little devils I LOVE THEM 😭

Adrenaline finally playing

such an unserious time to be playing this song though 😂

why did this man have to be abusive BOOOO

Vincenzo is lucky he’s his type

2 versions of Adrenaline playing rn? 😭 to me it was always more badass than romantic but slay !!!

be as rough as you want, and the scarf wrapped on his shoulder 😭💀

I am so confused if she is beginning to like him or not 🤨 I guess horse riding is attractive

this random ass hug 😭 oh wait this was more of a #real moment. it is true though! I am terrified of horses for this reason. you get on the wrong side or startle them and you will be kicked out of this planet

Mr Nam with his Fedora 😭😭😭

Mr Nam is sweating for his life in that trench coat and fedora hat indoors

i hope his dad is being barbecued in hell

the way he has to hear this story about his mom 😟

veins of steel fr 😭

see you cannot deduct the fact that he’s super abusive and was unknowingly bragging about his mom framing Vince’s mom, otherwise their little date would’ve been adorable 💀

You could use your building zombie artist to terrify him!

their relationship moving at the speed of lightening

Oh he’s leaving!?

They’ve broken up in 2 dates 💀

the rainbow umbrella and the pining 😭

awww Vince has his hair out with a swoop

the power bank out in the water I am scared for his life

everytime I have a chance to get happy that Junwoo (evil ceo masquerading as intern) will suffer I remember his brother will be the one getting beat up when things inevitably don’t go his way and my chance at smiling is lost

there are like 15 people attending this event in this grand auditorium who is the little brother even waving to? 😭

Vince looking sleep deprived as hell but I love the swoopy bang so I will call it a win for me!

the bank guy being played real bad rn 😭

is that his mom? giving Queen Lizzie vibes with the dress and the corgis

I guess our lawyer queenie has finally gotten a win

help our building boys. they’re so funny like

oh the zombies are about to come out

came back to say the evil lawyer lady actress is so good because I despise her character so bad like I want to fight her THROUGH the screen I’m so serious. I’m so mad rn 😭😭😭

[maybebanks]

Hurting

JJ Maybank x reader

⚠️: angst, sad, abuse

JJ had been knocking on your door for the past seven minutes. The two of you got into a fight about JJ being too wreckless. To which JJ got defensive and Y/n got even more mad.

JJ later realized that all she wanted was to keep her boyfriend out of jail.

So he came to...apologize. Or at least attempt to.

But he knew you could be stubborn, and since you weren’t answering, he was going to leave. Until the door opened. And your step father was standing on the other side.

JJ had never met your family. From what you’ve told him, they weren’t around much.

“The hell are you?” The man asked, he seemed busy. He was on the phone, and seemed impatient with JJ.

“Uh..I’m Y/n’s boyfriend,” JJ said, somewhat confident.

The man was instantly surprised, his eyebrows furrowed, but then he backed away from the door. Then gestured for JJ to come inside. So he followed.

Your step father was working, JJ guessed if he was a lawyer or some other businessman type. He had computers open on the kitchen island.

JJ stood still, he was going to wait for you, and not look too comfortable.

Before JJ could go upstairs to get you, your step father ended his phone call and invited him to sit down.

“So what’s your name Son?” He asked.

“JJ.” He shrugged.

He chuckled, “what’s your real name?”

JJ wanted to scoff, but he tried to be respectful, “that’s what they call me,”

“So Y/n is your girlfriend?” He asked as if he didn’t believe it.

Your step father wanted to know things about you, it didn’t matter what. And JJ wasn’t supposed to be here.

“Yes. She’s my best friend. Sweetest girl I’ve ever met,” JJ answered.

“Any other reason you like her? Her and I don’t have the strongest relationship. However, I know you don’t just like her because she’s ‘sweet’,” your father asked. Insinuating something else.

JJ was offended, and as far as he could tell, this man is an asshole.

JJ scoffed, “she can hold her own,”

Your step father responded with a chuckle, “I’m sure. But what I meant was, are you two having sex?” He said as more of a statement.

JJ didn’t know what to say. So he just resorted to what he would say to anyone else.

“Yeah we are.” JJ responded bluntly.

Your father sighed, his eyebrows raised, “Are you two at least being safe?”

“No sir. Very unsafe.” JJ joked, but it came off in a way that he wanted to provoke your step father.

“What’s going on down here?” Your voice could suddenly be heard. You were standing at the bottom of the stairs. Your voice was soft and angelic, but concerned.

“Y/n go to your room,” your step father said strictly.

JJ expected you to argue, but you didn’t. His stomach dropped when he saw your eyes fall. You nodded and didn’t even look at JJ.

JJ couldn’t be the reason your father was taking anger out on you. He wouldn’t let that be him.

He got up and grabbed your hand before you walked away.

“Hey, baby, I came to say sorry, about before,” JJ said, not letting go of your hand.

“What were you thinking? He’s gonna kill me,” you whispered.

“Why?” JJ asked.

“Because..I’m not allowed to...you know,” you suggested.

You looked back at your father who was in the kitchen, staring at you both.

JJ has never seen you more tense.

“He’s mad because of me, Y/n. I’m sure he won’t take it out on you. It’s not your fault.”

“Oh you’re sure? Huh,” you sighed, “you’re an idiot sometimes JJ,” you scolded.

You were right, JJ was beginning to feel guilty, “well then I’m staying here. I’m gonna protect you from my mistakes,” JJ said.

“You think...” you were about to insult him, but you realized it was no use, he should just leave before he makes things worse.

“I think I’m staying.” JJ stated.

JJ has known you long enough to tell what you did when you were nervous or scared. You would play with the rings on your fingers, or avoid eye contact. And if it was really bad you would struggle with your words.

Now, you didn’t know what to say. JJ was stubborn, and always has his mind set on protecting you.

“J, I can handle him,” you told him, pushing him gently towards the door.

“Has he ever touched you before, y/n/n?” JJ whispered.

Your throat immediately went dry, “What?” You nearly coughed. You understood why JJ would assume that based on his own life, so you weren’t offended.

“Has he ever layed a hand on you?” he repeated, “you know what I mean.”

You felt your heart rate pick up, “no. He’s just strict. You should leave,”

“Y/n, don’t lie,” JJ pleaded.

“I’m not talking about this right now. You need to leave.” you told him.

“I’m only leaving if you come with me,” JJ proposed.

“I...I can’t,” you mumbled.

“Yes you can, baby,” JJ pleaded.

You stepped back from him, “stop treating me like I need pity. I don’t. Please just leave. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“I’m not waiting a whole day to find out if your hurting,”

“I’m not hurting. I’m fine, JJ. Come on,” you nudged.

JJ stepped backwards out the door, “will you forgive me?” JJ asked, he wanted his girlfriend to be happy like she always was, he was truly sorry.

“You need to promise me something, though, okay?” You asked.

JJ nodded, “what is it?”

“You can’t come back here. Okay? Just...I’ll come to you.”

“No. Not a chance. What if something happens to you? No way.” JJ shook his head.

“Please. Nothing is going to happen to me! I told you. My step dad and I are fine,”

“Wait, your step dad? How long?” He was shocked he didn’t know.

“What?” You asked, gripping the frame of the door.

“Y/n, I don’t like this. How come you’ve never told me-“

“Jesus! We’re fucking fine,” you whispered the last part.

“Well I don’t belive you!” JJ retaliated.

You almost started crying right there, but you didn’t, you couldn’t do that. You decided to push him away.

“I hate you.” You said sourly, then closed the door on his face.

JJ was hurt. But he left your house anyway.

You turned around and nearly collapsed crying. But instead you immediately ran into your step father.

“So...my little girl has a boyfriend. And I didn’t know about it?” he shook his head in disbelief.

You frowned, looking at the floor, “I was going to tell you...but we weren’t really serious.”

“I think having sex is very serious.” He stated.

Your stomach dropped, “excuse me?”

“Yes, I know about that. That boy is honest, I’ll give him that,”

“It’s not true...um we’re not..we didn’t have..it,” you tried.

Suddenly he slapped you, his hand swinging across your face and colliding with your cheek. Bound to leave a bright red mark.

“If I wanted my daughter to be a slut I would have picked up a whore at the strip club,” he spit.

“I’m not your daughter,” you muttered. Trying to step away.

This angered him, you knew you shouldn’t have said that. He grabbed your hips tightly and pulled your frame into his body. Then he gabbed your butt and gripped it hard.

“No one, but me, touches you. Got that, you little bitch?”

You nodded slowly.

“I said! Do you fucking get it?!” He screamed in your face.

“Yes...yes sir,” you responded, every part of you shaking.

He didn’t say a word after that, just let you go, and resumed his business. You ran away up the stairs. Drowning in tears.

“She told me she hates me? Did you know that?” JJ asked John B and Pope.

They were discussing yours and JJ’s fight. They all heard the first part, and were mostly on your side. But they knew you would come around and forgive him. So that’s why they don’t understand why you’d don’t forgive Jj.

“Well did you say something to her? Other than “I’m sorry’ ?” Pope asked, logically.

JJ kicked a rock on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe...” JJ shrugged.

“What did you say?” John B interjected.

JJ frowned, “Just some bullshit about her dad,”

“Dude! Her dad is out of the picture! that’s a low blow, what if some chick started talking shit about your mom?” John B defended.

“No! Not her real dad. Her step dad. He’s living at the house with her,” JJ explained.

“Y/n has a step dad? Holy shit how did I now know that?” Pope paused in disbelief, “What’s wrong with him?” Pope asked.

“He’s just an asshole. I mean, he made it seem like I only date Y/n because we have sex? And when I asked her if he touches her she totally freaked! There’s definitely something going on there,”

John B face palmed, “you told him that you and Y/n had sex? Are you kidding me bro, no dad wants to hear that about their daughter,”

“Yeah and if I was Y/n and you said that I would totally freak. Are you...maybe..just assuming that becuase your dad hits y-“ Pope said but was interrupted by JJ.

“This is not about me! Okay?! Something wrong is going on there and I’m going to find out!” JJ exclaimed, frustrated at his friends.

At this moment, Kie arrived in her car. She hopped out quickly holding beers.

“Brought some refreshments, boys!” She shouted cheerfully. John B and Pope cheered, but JJ was about to leave anyway.

He walked near Kie and was going to use his bike to get to your house.

“Will you stop him, Kie?!” Pope called.

Kie nodded, “JJ where are you going?” Kiara asked him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

“To Y/n’s,” he shrugged.

“Why? She’s not home,” Kiara told him.

JJ paused what he was doing, “what do you mean she’s not home?!”

Kiara was startled, “um..I just saw her at the beach. She waved to me. I tried to invite her over but then she started surfing...so I didn’t. Is something wrong?”

“Surfing?” JJ asked, trailing off.

“Is everything okay?” Kiara repeated.

JJ sighed, “Kie...do you think Y/n could ever hate me?”

“What did you do?”

“I...I fucked up. I gotta go see her,” JJ blurted, then hopped on his bike and headed to the beach. Your favorite part of the outerbanks.

You weren’t catching any more waves. They weren’t big enough for a total wipe out and that’s what you thought you deserved.

You sat on your board, staring off at the boats miles away, wishing you were on one.

JJ saw you, in a black wet suit, just sitting there.

He grabbed the neck of his shirt and pulled it off, then, grabbed his board and started swimming out to you.

“Hey,” he said once he finally reached you.

You turned and saw him, “oh, hey,”

You avoided eye contact. There was something wrong. And JJ knew you would deny anything unless he acted as if he already knew.

“What happened after I left?” JJ said, copying your position on his own board.

You felt that rush of pain through you, the feeling you get when your about to cry, “we had an argument. I’m not suppose to come back until...until I break up with you,” you mentioned, trying to take deep breaths as if that would help contain the tears.

“No. No, no, no. Y/n, hey, can you look at me? Please, baby,” JJ could feel your suffering, and he didn’t know why.

“I’m tired JJ. So tired of it. I’m not good for you,” you croaked out, your voice cracking.

JJ’s heart broke, “yes you are. You’re the best thing I’ve ever had,”

“It has to be over,” you said in monotone, tears rolling down your cheeks in slow motion.

“Why.” JJ swallowed his urge to yell.

You shook your head, then the tears fell right into the ocean, “you were right. And I hate you for it. I hate it.” Your voice was shaking.

“Right about what? Y/n, whatever it is we can talk about it. Your safe with me,”

“I don’t want you to know! Can’t you understand that!?”

JJs eyes remained on you, but he couldn’t bare to see you crying. That’s when he noticed small circular bruises decorating your inner thighs. From the pattern, he could tell they were from fingers. And they wrapped around to your butt.

“He touches you there?” JJ almost whispered, his hand gently resting on your leg.

You tensed under his touch.

You didn’t respond, JJ moved your leg so he could get a better view, there were dozens. And some only beginning to heal.

“How could he do this to you, baby? It’s not right,”

You sniffled a bit, chest rising and falling quickly, “it’s my fault...I ...I did it to myself. These are .. it was an accident,” you mumbled, coming up with excuses still. Even when JJ knew the truth.

“Let’s go to shore, yeah?” JJ suggested.

“No. No. I’m not...I’m leaving J. Say goodbye and let me leave,” you begged.

JJ didn’t know if you were planning on drowning yourself or running away. He wasn’t going to let you leave.

You were falling apart. But JJ knew a little bit about being broken.

He pulled your board closer to him, until you eventually agreed and paddled to shore.

JJ helped you up and immediately pulled you into his chest. You were frozen for a minute, you didn’t hug him back. But then, you finally felt him, and hugged him back.

You were shaking from the cold of the water, JJ wrapped a towel around your back and kept you warm.

“I can’t lose you. I love you, Y/n. Never forget that, please,” JJ whispered.

You didn’t let go of him.

“You hear me?” JJ followed up, “Y/n, baby, I need you to tell me.”

“I...I love you too...” you sniffled.

JJs held your head in his hand. Shushing you, telling you everything is going to be okay.

Part 2

🤍 thankyou so much for reading! I am so greatful for 900 followers! hope you liked seeing JJ in this light, it was difficult to write on my part. 🤍