#oh and then there's shawn levy too!!!

[winchestersroadhouse]

Everyone behold my #1 most watched actor of 2022:

The man, the myth, the legend himself, Mr. Jeffrey Combs!!! Since October I've watched 21 of his movies + Re-Animator Resurrectus and I'll continue working my way through his wonderfully enjoyable filmography this 2023… it's been a delightful journey so far!<3

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Shawn Levy: Action!

Y/n and the rest of the resistance cast exit the Honda Odyssey to come face to face with the actors/actresses for Cassandra Nova's army.

Wesley Snipes: Oh, this is gonna be good.

Channing Tatum: Youknowhowlongivebeenwaitingforthis? Woo!Imabouttomakeanameformyselfhere!

Y/n and Dafne slowly turn to look at each other, both trying their hardest not to burst out laughing.

Hugh: I don't think you guys are walking away from this.

Channing: Youjustmakesurepeopleknowwhathappenedheretoday-

At that moment, the two lost it and nearly fell to the ground in a fit of laughter, causing the other cast members to break character and laugh too.

Shawn: Again, you two?

Y/n and Dafne (still laughing): Sorry.

[aurorabyler]

OH ITS FR???? CARMEN CUBA (ST CASTING DIRECTOR) CONFIRMED?(? IT WAS NEVER JOEVER TO BEGIN WITH BUT OMG WE ARE SO BACK!!!!! EP 504 TOO…. DO I SMELL…. SHAWN LEVY DIRECTING????????

[bylrlve]

Warning! Potential leaks for season five of Stranger Things!

Alex (aka @dyersfilms on twitter, used to be swiftlynatalia) is the person who successfully leaked most of season 4 due to her knowing a source. She did, however, insist Byler was entirely platonic that season and they fought for most of it and only made up at the end in the pizza van, so…

Here’s her saying she won’t post any byler leaks this time around, which she has said previously.

She got a message saying they’re all fake, and she thinks they all are, so keep that in mind.

Here’s a short one: Will distancing himself from the party bc it’s too hard to be closeted and to be around Mike. If real? Endgame fr.

A ‘leak’ from episode one where shit goes down after the opening scene of Will singing SISOSIG, Will falls, and Mike helps him up,

Here’s an extremely detailed one that casually drops Mileven breakup, Robin-Mike bonding over Vickie and Will, Will trying to avoid Mike ‘confronting him about the painting’, Mike and Jonathan fighting over Will’s safety. Nothing here is debunkable but…. Yeah. God, would it be nice, though.

The two most interesting ones. First, an ask that’s almost entirely plausible except for the mileven part - and that part, specifically, I’m calling bullshit on bc it claims that Hopper is still on the Mike Hate Train. It was made abundantly clear, after their talk and their awkwardly long hug at the end of season 4, that that’s in the past. Besides, it just wouldn’t fit tonally. S3 was the heterosexual-cliché, silly filler season. S5? Nah. Can’t 100% say it’s fake, but even Alex agrees this one isn’t real.

Lastly, an interesting one that’s plausible throughout which claims Mike gets seriously injured and spends some time in hospital. Will stays by his bedside after everyone else leaves and kisses Mike on the forehead. Mike wakes up after he leaves - I think the insinuation is that Mike does a Half-Blood Prince and wakes up knowing that someone he felt safe with was there, but he doesn’t know who it was. If that’s legit? As I said, endgame fr.

I do want to note that both the mileven and Byler asks word the ‘main character getting injured part’ as everyone being ‘shaken up’ so there are a few options: it’s the same person with legit leaks, and Byler isn’t endgame. That, I’d be more willing to accept, cautious as I am, were it not for the Hopper part, which sticks out like a sore thumb. Second option: it’s the same person messing around. Third: it’s two people, one building on the other.

Cannot emphasise enough that these are most likely just bored people having fun, but I figured I’d share them all. The last one is getting passed around the tag sans context, and I wanted to clarify everything else Alex has received. Do not get your hopes up about Byler based solely on these.

Letting my imagination run absolutely wild here for just a moment, however: Maya and Vickie are confirmed to be filming at the hospital set, presumably visiting someone. There’s also a pic of someone with bloody shoes. Imagine if Robin visits Mike in the hospital, witnesses some Platinum-Tier Will Byers Pining™️, and ends up talking to Mike after he wakes up - no mention of how long he stays there.

Lastly, it is fun comparing these to the more doom-and-gloom (re: Mike) leaks Sapphicjopper on twitter got. The awesome @solgmorell has a post explaining those in detail.

Oh, and an interview came out today where Shawn Levy said something insane but, you know, water is wet.

[idksjdhshdhd]

How I think the Stranger Things set is going rn

————————————————————————————

Shawn Levy, reading the script: Mhm… mhm, I see… Do you mind if I add in a few little things here and there? 😁

Duffer brothers: Oh, ofc! ☺️

*meanwhile, Shawn Levy, directing episode six*

Shawn Levy: Okay, and now, sad, angsty fight scent!

Finn and Noah: *sad, angsty fight scene*

Shawn Levy: NOW SAY ILY 😆

Finn and Noah: Wha- was that in the script??

Shawn Levy: Dw abt it, just do it! 😄����

Finn: M’kay… I LOVE YOU!!

Shawn Levy: GREATTT! NOW SAY IT BACK! 🤭

Noah: I- Ok… I LOVE YOU TOO!!

Shawn Levy: PERFECT! NOW KISS!

Finn and Noah: THIS WAS NOT IN THE SCRIPT!!

Shawn Levy: DO IT!!! 😠

Finn and Noah: OKAY! JEEZ! *they kiss (obviously in the roles of Mike and Will)*

Shawn Levy: PERFECT! PERFECT! Anddd…. CUT! 👏👏👏

Duffer brothers, watching from behind Shawn the whole time: SAY ILY?! KISS?! SHAWN, THIS IS NOT A FEW LITTLE THINGS!!

Shawn Levy: SHUSH, I’M DOING IT FOR THE FANS 🤌

The fans, watching this scene: 🥳🥳🥳🙌🥳🎉🍾🎉🎉🙌🥳🎊🎉🥂🎉🎉🎉🍻🙌🙌🎉🎉🎁🎉🥳🎈🪅🎉👯‍♂️🍾🎉👯‍♂️🪩🪩🪩🎉🎉🎊🎉

[weclassybouquetfun]

I don't watch trailers as a rule (why yes, I do want a cookie and a pat on the back for that), so I don't know if what I considered film spoilers were true spoilers or if they were already shown in the trailers. I do know I couldn't avoid some spoilers on Twitter, but thankfully DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE is so much more than the spoiler moments.

Shawn Levy, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman, you did well.

All hail Kevin Feige, the mastermind at uniting the former Fox property with the MCU.

Feige flanked by his Marvel Universe-ers as he got his star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Shawn Levy, Sebastian Stan, David Harbour,Emma Corrin, Ke Huy Quan, Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds, Simu Liu Chris Pratt, Brie Larson and Kathryn Hahn of the forthcoming WANDAVISION spinoff AGATHA something..

It has gone through so many titles, I forget what it landed on.

Oh, yes. It went back to the top. AGATHA ALL ALONG with HEARTSTOPPER's Joe Locke.

But that is a topic for another day. Today is all about DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE, which, to me, is the best DEADPOOL. Yes, it's full of fan service. When is fun a bad thing?

When is whimsy a bad thing? What helps the film to not be mired in a quip a'thon was Hugh Jackman's continued grounded portrayal of Logan. I think the film would have been very annoying, if he wasn't the emotional ballast of the piece.

And yes, there is a post-credit scene, but it's not important.

SPOILERS FOR DEADPOOL AND WOLVERINE. AS MANY SPOILERS AS QUIPS

SPOILERS

WHAT I LOVED

-My favourite part wasn't a part of the storyline, but during the credits when they ran a salute to the Fox Marvel films by showing clips of the film and behind-the-scenes footage (including Miles Teller from the cursed FANTASTIC FOUR film) with Green Day's "Good Riddance" (Time of Your LIfe) playing underneath it. Schmaltzy, yes, but an effective tip of the hat to what came before.

-The fourth wall break where Deadpool says the last great multiverse film was THE WIZARD OF OZ, then fast track to the end where Wolverine is told by B-15 that he can't change the past and it's because of the past he's the man who was able to save the timeline. Like Dorothy, it was in him all along.

-Hugh Jackman giving a much needed weight to the film. 5 credited writers, including Ryan Reynolds and it could easily have gone amiss. I'm all for actors feeling like they know their characters well enough to write for them or feed lines to their writers, but actors get carried away by getting too enamored with their performance or pleasing the audience, so you have Reynolds providing a joke every 2.5 minutes and then you are hit with Jackman's earnestness in conveying Logan's pain and anger (at Deadpool and himself). I'm glad they kept the depiction of Logan as it always have been and not try to make him a jokester and match Deadpool's energy.

You've been at it a long time, Bub and you're still great at it.

With his baby Oscar.

With his baby Oscar.

-Emma Corrin was an excellent villain. It took so long to get to Cassandra Nova, that I honestly forgot Corrin was the big bad. Corrin was very effective as the extremely formidable Cassandra. They're such a powerful character that could easily destroy Wade and Logan, but I didn't mind how they hamstrung their ability because I liked seeing Corrin onscreen.

And they talked about the thing! The elephant in the womb room!

-The cameos: I was spoiled about Cavill's appearance and Chris Evans', but Evans' was a misdirect. I assumed he would be Cap, but when he said, "Flame on!", the theater went crazy. I think I even shouted.

No disrespect to new Johnny Storm Joseph Quinn, but we had a 10 and now we're getting a literal 4.

I had already seen interviews with Aaron Stanford who reprised his role as Pyro and saw Dafne Keen promoting the film

, saw pictures of LOKI's Wunmi Mosaku at the premiere,

so I knew she would pop up in the film and since I knew it was a multiverse story, I knew the TVA was involved. Extremely and pleasantly surprised by the other X-Men universe characters and by Jennifer Garner and Wesley Snipes,

Though isn't the fact that Ryan Reynolds was in a BLADE film another ding in the timeline?

but it's Channing Tatum's Gambit that thrilled me. He willed that fcking depiction into existence! And the jokes about Remy's heavy Cajun accent just made it all the better.

One cameo that didn't happen? Reynold's co-Wrexham owner Rob McElhenney being cut.

WHAT I HATED

Why does Marvel always give things away. Invite Mosak, Keen and Stanford to the premiere, but don't let them walk the carpet (Dafne Keen has said there was talk of her walking the red carpet but telling people she was Hugh's plus one, then they made the decision to let the cat out of the bag.) Don't put them in promos. I would have have been more effective to me if it were a complete surprise. While not Marvel/Disney, it reminds me when I saw LOGAN and was shocked that Laura had adamantium  claws. After seeing the film I watched the trailer and was shocked that it's revealed in the trailer!

Same with AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR. I went to a test screening of it and when Peter introduces himself to Doctor Strange and says the line about using made up names, the line killed. I couldn't even hear what was said next because everyone was still laughing. They put that scene in the trailer. It would have been a great scene to watch unfold while watching it. So, seeing Laura/B-15 and Pyro was diminished because I knew they would be turning up, but great to have them back all the same.

THE REST

-Gone, but not forgotten. Stan Lee had two cameos - his image on the side of a bus before the Deadpool variants scene, and pops up in the behind-the-scenes clip.

-Another shout out to a creator- this time Rob Liefeld. The shoppe that Deadpool and Wolverine were thrown into during the fight was named Liefeld's.

-Great needle drops, though they butchered "Bring 'Em Out" with the Avengers, or maybe it was X-Men sting. Just let that song be great.

Matthew Macfadyen was excellent, very fun. He brought the laughs even without a ludicrously capacious bag.

[fictionz]

New Fiction 2024 - July

"1 Machabees" ed. Richard Challoner (1752)

A final dramatic push for that Old Testament.

Horrors of the Black Ring by R.L. Stine (1999)

Just... was there a monster backlash? Did we the youths become too cool for monsters in the late 90s? Because I'm sensing a hesitation to go there.

"I'm sorry Jon" by flipocrite (2021)

Insatiable you.

The Frankenstein Wars dev. Cubus Games (2017)

My brother died never.

"Frankenstein" dir. J. Searle Dawley (1910)

A wild man from the get go.

Robot Dreams dir. Pablo Berger (2024)

We can share the dream, at least for a little while.

A Quiet Place: Day One dir. Michael Sarnoski (2024)

Lupita saves it.

Horizon: An American Saga Chapter 1 dir. Kevin Costner (2024)

Lonesome Dove looms large.

Kalki 2898 AD dir. Nag Ashwin (2024)

Curse of the universes.

Kill dir. Nikhil Nagesh Bhat (2024)

Stepping over the fallen like so much chattel.

Thelma dir. Josh Margolin (2024)

Ask why we must endure.

Bad Boys: Ride or Die dir. Adil & Bilall (2024)

The old men of the gun.

MaXXXine dir. Ti West (2024)

Where's the fire?

Hijack 1971 dir. Kim Seong-han (2024)

You create a monster and lament its actions.

Longlegs dir. Osgood Perkins (2024)

Take me back to simpler times.

Frankenstein Conquers the World dir. Ishirō Honda (1965)

Feed them heart and watch them grow.

Flesh for Frankenstein dir. Paul Morrissey (1973)

The horror of purity.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show dir. Jim Sharman (1975)

Beautifully nerdy.

Oddity dir. Damian Mc Carthy (2024)

The chamber drama of my dream.

Twister dir. Jan de Bont (1996)

That pacing though.

Twisters dir. Lee Isaac Chung (2024)

Takes a little too much time to help us care.

The Bride dir. Franc Roddam (1985)

More of this perspective.

Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein dir. Charles Barton (1948)

Barely what I hoped to see, but the ensemble can work.

The Curse of Frankenstein dir. Terence Fisher (1957)

Not enough dramatic fevers from this scientist.

Frankenstein Reborn dir. Leigh Scott (2005)

We were still recovering from the crypt.

Victor Frankenstein dir. Paul McGuigan (2015)

A bad legacy to start on.

The Beast Within dir. Alexander J. Farrell (2024)

There is no king.

Deadpool & Wolverine dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

Not the achievement it's meant to be.

Fly Me to the Moon dir. Greg Berlanti (2024)

Selling it with the wrong hook.

The Grey dir. Joe Carnahan (2011)

If ya gotta go.

Lady Frankenstein dir. Mel Welles (1971)

Refreshingly maniacal.

Kyoufu Densetsu - Kaiki! Frankenstein dir. Yûgo Serikawa (1981)

Freed to trot out the Christian iconography.

Last Frankenstein dir. Takeshi Kawamura (1991)

Live by the death cult, die by the new life.

Mary Shelley dir. Haifaa Al-Mansour (2017)

Muted, but perhaps as intended.

Star Trek: Prodigy - Season 2 (2024)

Oh, you're good.

Night Gallery - Season 2 (1971-1972)

Luxuriate in the collapse of uptight squares.

[kgunt12]

the heartbreak kid’s best friend// shawn michaels

I didn’t mind being known as his best friend. It wasn’t something that often bothered me, but it bothered me when people backstage didn’t even know my name. They just referred to me as Shawn’s best friend. It got to the point where even The British Bulldog forgot my name and just called me “The Heartbreak Kid’s best friend”.

There was only one person who truly knew how I felt about Shawn. Hunter Hearst Helmsley was that one person. He was one of my closest friends and it felt so good to finally tell someone about my true feelings. It felt like a small weight was lifted off my shoulders.

Hunter, Chyna, and I stood backstage watching Shawn fight Goldust. It was a pretty good fight for Shawn, not so much for Goldust. After he hit Sweet Chin Music, he pinned Dustin and the iconic Shawn Michaels music hit. He did his usual thing in the ring, dancing around, showing off, being his cute ass self. And of course he went to the audience, giving his love to the fans, but he stopped at a particular blonde girl with a tiny waist and bright green eyes. A smirk was plastered on his face as he chatted her up.

I turned my head and looked away. I could feel Hunter’s eyes on me as I grabbed my bag from the floor. It wasn’t anyone’s fault that I felt this way. It was mine own because I couldn’t bring myself to tell Shawn how I really felt. He was my best friend, my person. I couldn’t allow myself to lose that.

“Tell Shawn I said congrats on the win. I gotta be up early tomorrow,” My voice came out small, a fake smile plastered on my lips.

Chyna gave me a hug, “We will! You get some sleep girlfriend,”

“Get home safe, okay?” Hunter said and pressed a kiss to my forehead. I nodded.

It felt weird not seeing Shawn after he match, but I just wanted to go home and go to bed. I felt emotionally drained. I threw on an oversized shirt, that was most likely Shawn’s, and laid down, my eyes instantly closing.

Ring! Ring!

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

I got out of bed and stomped my way over to my phone. If it was something stupid I was gonna freak the fuck out! My eyes glanced over at the clock. 2:37 a.m.

I grabbed the phone, “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Shawn,”

“H-Hi. Is something wrong? Are you okay?” I asked, my mind racing.

He chuckled, “You worry too much! But, yeah, I’m good. I just wanted to call and ask why you left so early? I didn’t get to see you after my match,”

He actually cared about that?

“Oh, um, I have to be up early tomorrow for work. I didn’t wanna be out too late. Didn’t really think you cared so much about me being there,” I mumbled the last part.

“Of course I care! You’re my good luck charm, baby! You’re gonna be at the Royal Rumble, right?” he asked and I could hear the concern in his voice.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, “Yeah. Yeah Shawn I’ll be there,”

“See you then, (Y/n)! Love you!,”

“Love you too,”

royal rumble 1995

My eyes glanced over my outfit in the mirror. The Levi’s clung to my curves and my Heartbreak Kid shirt looked great with my subtle red lip. I could feel my nerves begin to rise as I waited with Chyna backstage. All I could think about was what Shawn was gonna think of my outfit, and the fact that I haven’t seen him in 2 weeks.

“I can’t believe Pamela Anderson is gonna be here tonight! She’s gorgeous,” Shawn’s voice boomed from down the hall.

Hunter laughed, “Yeah, she’s pretty,”

Shawn walked into his dressing room, his eyes landing on me. The look on his face was unreadable. I knew he was mad at me. I mean I didn’t answer a lot of his calls and when I did I cut the conversations short. I would be pissed off too. My eyes trailed over his sparkly outfit and all I could think about was how good he looked.

Arms wrapped around my shoulders, “Hey baby girl! I’ve missed you these past couple weeks,” Hunter spoke.

“I’ve missed you too, Hunter. Just been really busy lately,” I said, smiling up at him. He smiled back and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Can you guys give us a minute?” Shawn asked.

Chyna nodded and grabbed Hunter’s arm, dragging him out into the hallway. My anxiety was creeping up on me, hard. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jeans and swallowed the lump in my throat, taking a seat.

“Why have you been avoiding me?”

I looked up to meet Shawn’s eyes, “I-I, um, I’ve just been really busy. It wasn’t intentional,”

“If it wasn’t intentional then why are you stuttering? You only stutter when you lie, which isn’t often,” he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You wouldn’t understand, Shawn. And that’s cool. I’m okay now,” I said.

He hand landed on my knee, “What wouldn’t I understand?”

All I could do in that moment was push his hand off my knee and create as much distance as possible between us. He didn’t get to do that. He didn’t get to act all lovey and cuddly, then go and give it to someone else. It hurt too much.

“I’m gonna wait with Chyna backstage. Good luck in the rumble, not that you’re gonna need it,” I said, flashing him a small smile.

“No! We’re not done talking yet. Why won’t you just fucking talk to me? Did I do something to upset you?” he asked and reached for me, but I avoided his eyes.

The door flew open, “Shawn you’ve got 2 minutes,”

Talk about saved by the damn backstage worker.

“We’re not done talking about this. I’ll see you after the rumble. You better be here when I’m done,” he whispered and kissed my forehead.

I just nodded at him. Little did he know, I wasn’t gonna be here when he was done. I was gonna stay and watch him fight, but that was all. It may be shitty of me to do that. I knew that. Yet, I knew that I couldn’t watch him parade around with Pamela Anderson if he won. I just couldn’t.

Hunter and I watched as Shawn tried to team up with one of the last guys left. He wanted to team up against The British Bulldog, which was smart. It just ended up back firing on him. Shawn was the first person to start this match and I was so incredibly happy that he lasted to the final 2. Him and The British Bulldog were left.

It all happened too fast. Everyone in that damn arena thought HBK was out, but only one of his feet hit the floor and he eliminated the last man. My best friend had just won the 1995 Royal Rumble. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! So much love and happiness was exploding out of me.

“He did it! Holy shit!” Chyna yelled, wrapping me up in a hug.

I couldn’t stop smiling, “I’m so proud of him!” I yelled back.

My eyes turned back to the screen and what I saw made my heart stop. The beautiful Pamela Anderson hugging, flirting, and grinning from ear to ear at Shawn. A kiss was planted on his cheek, a smirk planted on his lips. A hand landed on my waist. Hunter’s hand to be exact.

“It’s my fault ya know. If I would just be honest with him then maybe I wouldn’t feel so fucking shitty,” I spoke and looked at Hunter.

“He’s not entirely the smartest person alive. I love him, don’t get me wrong. I mean he’s my best friend, but it’s his loss for not seeing this beautiful girl. You’re amazing and I truly mean that, baby girl,”

Hunter smiled down at me and I pressed a kiss onto his cheek, wrapping my arms around his neck. His arms snaked around my waist and lifted me off of my tip toes, a giggle escaping my throat. He was such a cutie sometimes.

“Where’s my hug at?” Shawn asked, his hands on his hips. Hunter let me go and I made my way over to my best friend.

I grinned, “Congratulations on your win! You deserve it, Michaels,”

He grabbed my hips and hugged me like his life depended on it. My air supply was getting cut short due to him squeezing me so hard, but I didn’t really mind. He hasn’t hugged me like this in forever. It felt good.

“I’m so happy you stayed,” he whispered.

“You asked me too,” I said and pressed my face into his neck, a smile on my face.

“I know I did, but you’ve been really distant lately. I didn’t really think you were gonna stay. I’ve just missed that gorgeous face of yours, pretty girl,”

A laugh erupted from my mouth, “Is that all you miss?”

“You know that’s not what I mean!” He exclaimed and started attacking my sides with his fingers, tickling me. I was a giggling mess with everyone around me laughing. The smile on Shawn’s face was priceless.

“Stop! Shawn, please stop!” I pleaded.

He stopped his assault on my stomach and pressed a big kiss onto the corner of my mouth. I could feel my breathe get caught in my throat and butterflies erupt in my stomach. If only he knew what he did to me.

“Shawny! Oh, Shawny!”

We all turned our heads at the Australian accent. Pamela Anderson waltzed on into the dressing room, batting her long lashes at Shawn. Her hand landed on his bicep as she gave him a big smirk. She was stunning, super stunning. How was I suppose to compete with that?

I tuned out everything that came out of her mouth as I played with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a beaded one that I made for Shawn and I. His had my name on it and mine had his, a small smile making its way onto my face thinking of the memory. He was so excited when I made them. The bracelets were stupid though, really.

A hand landed on my shoulder, “Earth to (Y/N),”

“Huh? Sorry,” I said.

“I asked if you wanted to come with us to the party,” Shawn spoke and gave me a pleading look.

“Um, my boss is expecting me bright and early tomorrow. I gotta head home and get some sleep,” I said.

Hunter handed me my bag, “ See ya, (Y/N/N). I’ll call you later,”

“I’m counting on it,” I said and gave his hand a squeeze before hugging Chyna goodbye.

“Shawn, I’m so happy for you and I hope you have fun tonight. I love you. Don’t get too drunk,” I joked, gave him a tight lipped smile and made my way out of his dressing room.

home

Truth was, I was off work the rest of the week. I knew that lying to my best friend wasn’t right, but I couldn’t sit there and listen to Pamela’s annoying ass voice. Besides, I’m sure I’ll hang out with him soon, probably with Hunter and Chyna.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. My hand wiped away the condensation from my mirror and I just stared at myself. I took in my appearance, wishing that somethings about me were different. A sigh left my lips and I rubbed my eyes, feeling sleep upon me.

“You take the longest showers,”

I jumped, gripping my towel tighter around my body as I looked at my best friend sitting on my bed. He was out of his ring gear, now sporting jeans and a black shirt. His hair was down in its waves, making me incredibly jealous of how pretty it looked. He always managed to take my breathe away.

I just stared at him, “What are you doing here?”

“You left. You declined my offer of going to a fun ass party. You’ve been ignoring me for weeks and I can’t figure out why. You haven’t been acting like yourself,” he spoke, playing with his bracelet. The one I made him.

“I told you. I have to be up early tomorrow for work,” I said.

He stood up, his fists clenched, “When are you gonna stop lying to me?”

“I’m-“

“And don’t give me some bullshit answer. I’m so fucking over the bullshit! I need you to be honest with me, (Y/N). Please pretty girl,” he said.

“If I’m honest with you, our friendship will be ruined. I can’t do that. I need you too much, Shawn,” I answered, locking eyes with him.

“Well, you’re ruining it by not talking to me and keeping me in the dark! Just fucking talk to me. For once. Stop being so selfish,”

I clenched my fists tight, “I tell you everything! Heaven for bid I don’t tell The Shawn Michaels one thing. Is it hurting your precious ego?”

“Don’t-“

“Please shut up for one second. You want me to be honest? Well, I’ve been in love with you since I was 19 years old. You drive me absolutely fucking crazy, but I don’t even care. You’re worth all the crazy, Shawn! You’re worth all the heartache, all the tears, all the laughs, all the smiles, and all the memories. I love you so much that it hurts,”

He stared at me. Just stared at me. I could feel my heart begin to ache, tears swelling up in my eyes. My dumbass had just ruined the one great thing in my life because I couldn’t keep my damn mouth shut. I should’ve just tried to move on from Shawn, but I guess in a way I would’ve just hurt myself more. And hurt the person I tried to move on with.

“C-Can you please leave?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

“Pretty girl, don’t push me away. Don’t tell me to leave when I know you want me to stay,” Shawn spoke.

“No, you don’t know. You don’t know shit. I want, need, you to leave while I sort through my own shit.” My hands were shaking as I walked over to my dresser. I pulled out underwear, shorts, and a shirt. Shawn’s shirt

to be exact. It was his old Rocker’s shirt.

His hand wrapped around my wrist, “You’re the most amazing person I have ever met, (Y/N). You don’t give a damn about what anyone says or thinks. You speak your mind. You love the hell out of people. You keep me grounded, pretty girl. I can’t lose you. I just fucking can’t. I’m sorry that I don’t feel the same way that you do, but I do love you. I always have, just not in that way,”

“I’m letting you go, Shawn. You go on and do big things with your wrestling. I know that you will. I’ll be watching, I promise,”

Tears were falling down my red cheeks, making my eyelashes stick together. I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. The ache was almost unbearable, making it hard for me to catch my breath. Anxiety and sadness were creeping up on me.

I gave Shawn one last forced smile before walking back into my bathroom. My back hit the door and I slid onto the floor, sobs racking through my body. The pain was excruciating. I love you, Shawn.

1 month later

It’s been rough. Really fucking rough. I haven’t seen his face in 4 weeks and it’s been killing me. I miss him. I miss being around to watch him fight. I miss Hunter and Chyna. I miss seeing Mick Foley’s smiley face. I even miss The British Bulldog calling me “The Heart Break Kid’s best friend” because he didn’t know my name. So, I’ve decided to go visit.

My Doc Martins scuffed across the floor as I made my way to Hunter’s dressing room. I figured it would be easiest to see him first instead of Shawn. I made sure I looked decent so no one would see just how bad I’ve been doing. My light wash jeans went great with my Chyna shirt and my leather jacket.

I knocked before I entered Hunter’s dressing room, taking a deep breath. I opened the door and Hunter’s eyes widened. A smile found its way onto my lips at the sight of him. I don’t think I realized just how much I missed being around here.

“Baby girl!” Hunter said, engulfing me in his arms.

I giggled, “Hi!”

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you in like a month. Chyna and I have missed you, dude. He misses you,” Hunter whispered the last part.

“I’ve miss you guys too. That’s why I’m here. I just wanted to come visit since it’s been a while,” I said and smiled.

“Are you gonna talk to him?” he asked.

My mind went blank. I haven’t seen Shawn in quite some time and I don’t know what to say to him. He’s my best friend, but my heart is broken. I told him I was in love with him and got nothing in return. I don’t know if I can face him without breaking down.

I licked my lips, “I told him I was in love with him and he didn’t tell me the same,”

“He’s still you’re best friend though! I get that he hurt you, but you two need each other more than you think. He’s been a wreck without you, baby girl. Go see him,”

Hunter was probably right. I should go see Shawn. It would probably do me some good to see his face again. Just in case it’s the last time I get to see it. I looked up at him, a small smile on my lips.

“Same locker room, right?”

I made my way down the hallway and passed a few familiar faces on the way to Shawn’s locker room. Mick Foley gave me the biggest smile and The British Bulldog addressed me like he usually does. It was good to be back here.

Shawn’s locker room came into sight and I could feel my anxiety creep up on me. What if he didn’t wanna see me? What if he told me to leave? There was so many thoughts running through my head. I looked up and saw I was face to face with his door. It was now or never, I guess. I raised my fist and knocked.

“I already told you I’m-“

The look on his face was pure shock. There was an emotion his eyes that I couldn’t quite pin point. My hands were becoming clammy from nerves. I just wanted him to say something.

I cleared my throat, “If y-you want me to go I can. I just thought maybe it would be good to see each other,”

“(Y/N),” he whispered.

“Hi. Um, do you want me to go? Or?”

Before I could even blink, Shawn had his arms wrapped around my waist and his face in the crook of my neck. My arms snaked around his shoulders. I gave him a squeeze and closed my eyes, taking in the moment.

Shawn sighed, “God, I’ve missed you so fucking much, pretty girl,”

“I’ve missed you too, Michaels,” I mumbled and squeezed him again.

“Did you already see Hunter?” he asked.

I pulled away from him, “Yeah. He was the first person I saw, actually. He was the one who encouraged me to come see you,”

“Well, I’m glad he did. It’s so great to see you again,” he said, flashing me a smile.

“Yeah, it is. It’s much better seeing your face in person and not just on tv,” I spoke.

Shawn grinned at me as he walked over to the couch in his locker room. I noticed that he wasn’t in his ring gear. Instead he was sporting a light brown shirt, black pants, and was just about to grab his leather jacket. I had to admit, he looked damn good. He always looked good.

My hands were still a bit shaky. I’ve been this nervous around Shawn before. Usually I’m pretty calm, cool, and somewhat collected. Maybe I’m this nervous due to the fact that I told him I was in love with him, and he didn’t feel the same way.

“You don’t have to be so nervous around me, pretty girl,”

I looked up at him, “W-What?”

“You’re playing with your bracelet. You only do that when you’re nervous,” he said.

“Shawn I admitted that I was in love with you a month ago. I’m gonna be nervous around you. I can’t help it,” I admitted to him.

“(Y/N)-“

“Look, I just wanted to come and see you. It’s been so long and I felt like it would be good. Watching you on TV isn’t the same as seeing you wrestle in person! I’ve missed the back stage talks, the good lucks, the hugs after matches, the late night dinners, and seeing your cute face every damn day,” I said, my eyes never leaving his.

A knock was heard at his locker room door. I glanced down at my boots and took in a deep breathe. Every time we start to get somewhere, we get interrupted. I’m starting to think that maybe we aren’t meant to have this conversation. A backstage worker peeped his head in to tell Shawn he had 5 minutes.

Shawn grabbed my face in his hands and made my eyes meet his, “Please don’t leave. All I have to do is cut a promo and then I’ll be right back! I wanna finish this conversation, so please wait for me,”

“I waited 9 years to tell you that I was in love with you. I can wait 20 minutes to talk to you, Michaels,” I said, a smile on my lips.

He grinned at me, a twinkle in his eyes. He told me to wait with Hunter while he shot his promo. Shawn pressed a kiss to my forehead before he walked out of this locker room. My heart was so happy. I didn’t realize how much I needed to see him. He was my person, after all.

I strolled down the hallway, on my way back to see Hunter’s locker room, and Bret Hart came into my sight. The expression on his face was pure anger. His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes blazing with fury. Bret locked eyes with me and that’s when I figured it out. Shawn had pissed him the fuck off.

“You! You need to tell your boy to mind his own fucking business and to watch his back!” he yelled, shoving his finger into my chest.

I scoffed, “You need to get out of my face, Bret. What goes on with you and Shawn has nothing to do with me! So, don’t come at me with some dumb threat,”

“Is that so? Well I’ll tell you this much (Y/N), don’t test me. You’ll be the one to take the hit for him if he keeps on with his shit. I will hurt the one person he needs most, and that happens to be you, sweetheart,” he spat at me, venom in his voice.

He patted my cheek with his hand and walked down the hallway. I could feel my whole body shake from fright. My feet carried me to Hunter’s locker room and I walked in, my mind blank. I could feel eyes on me, but I couldn’t make myself look up.

“Baby girl? What happened?” Hunter’s voice rang in my ears.

“Bret,” I whispered.

Chyna grabbed my arm and guided me over to the couch. What Bret said to me was still playing in my head. It was all I could think about. I never would’ve thought that I was afraid of Bret Hart, until today. I was scared of him. Very, very scared of him.

All I wanted was for Shawn to hold me in his arms and tell me that nothing was going to happen to me. Whatever was going on with Shawn and Bret had nothing to do with me. I was pissed that I somehow got brought into it. Bret had no right to do that.

“Pretty girl! Are you okay? What the hell happened?” Shawn came running and sat beside me on the couch, his arm wrapping around my waist.

My eyes met Shawn’s, “B-Bret threatened me in the hallway. He said I would be taking the h-hit for you if you didn’t leave him alone,”

“You don’t even have anything to do with what is going on between Shawn and Bret!” Hunter exclaimed, putting his hands on hips.

I grabbed Shawn’s hand and intertwined our fingers together. His eyes were on my jeans, a far away look on his handsome face. My other hand touched his cheek as I tried to bring him back to me.

“Hunter, can you please give us a minute?” I asked. A small smile was on his lips.

“Sure thing, baby girl,”

Shawn stood from the couch and took his jacket off, throwing it on the floor. I could almost feel the tension that was in the air. I knew that he was pissed. I mean, he hates Bret, but now it’s intensified.

I rose from the couch, cautiously making my way towards my blonde best friend. My hand touched his arm and he sighed. He still didn’t look at me, so I placed my other hand on his hip.

“Shawn, look at me,” I mumbled.

His green eyes met mine, “I’m so sorry. For everything. For what Bret’s bitch ass said to you, which he’ll pay for. I’m sorry for what happened that night at your place. I’m sorry for breaking your heart. But, I’m especially sorry for lying to you,”

“When did you lie to me?” I asked.

“That night. I told you that I didn’t feel the same way you did, but that was a lie. I’ve been in love with since the day I met you,” he said, a smile on his lips.

“Why did you lie?” My eyes burned into his, tears slowly filling them.

Shawn grabbed my hand, “I was scared. I’m not the best person in the world. I’m an asshole who fucks around too much and doesn’t take anything seriously! I always thought that you would never love someone like me. You deserve better, pretty girl,”

I pressed my lips onto his, my hands cupping his cheeks. Sparks shot through my whole body as he kissed me back, passion seeping from his lips. His arms made their way around my waist. This was the best feeling in the whole world. The man I’ve loved for 9 years actually loves me back and is making out with me in his best friend’s locker room.

I pulled away and giggled.

“What’s funny?” Shawn asked.

My thumb rubbed his cheek, “I just thought about how we’re making out in Hunter’s locker room. It wasn’t exactly where I pictured us sharing our fist kiss,”

“Please don’t think about my best friend when I kiss you,” he said, kissing my forehead.

“I’m sorry! It just crossed my mind,”

Shawn gripped my hips a bit tight as he looked into my eyes, “I love you, (Y/N),”

“I love you too, Michaels,”

This is what I’ve been waiting for since I was 19 years old. I’ve been waiting for this kind of love. The kind of love where it consumes you and when all you think about is him. The kind of love that brings a bright smile to you face. The kind of love where you can feel it in your bones. Shawn Michaels has given me that kind of love.

Hunter peeped his head in, a smirk on his face, “It’s about damn time,”

[paladin-n-cleric]

Can I say something? I disagree with people saying that Will not being gay or byler not being canon isn't baiting. Not only because of what some of the cast says (Harbour and Finn, especially), but because there wouldn't be SO MANY articles each and every season debating and speculating whether or not Will is gay and likes Mike. Clearly there are more than enough clues that people pick up on that urge them to write those articles and ask the cast those questions. If this was something bylers just imagined out of thin air then we'd be the only ones talking about it but we're NOT. it's IN the show and it WOULD be baiting to hint and hint and hint and never go through with it so that they don't lose their homophobic audience. It's annoying and hurtful and cowardly. They called Will every slur in the book in s1, but won't do anything about it? Come on, dudes.

oh, will not being confirmed gay is absolutely queer-baiting. after volume 1, the car scene, the david and finn video, shawn levy’s response, and finn’s response, there shouldn’t be debate anymore. anyone viewing the show objectively would consider those things to be solid evidence. its not some “little gay people dream,” it’s solid proof that should have ended speculation by now. the articles should be titled ”will byers is gay,” they shouldn’t be asking anymore.

the factors i listed are the scraps of evidence that imo would be most convincing to any unbiased person. there are hundreds of other hints and clues, if we want to go there, but we can’t expect enough people to care, unfortunately. if the duffers go with ”we made it obvious he’s gay but we never actually get a coming out moment because it’s up to the audience’s interpretation and thats what makes it beautiful,” then its absolute bull. there will STILL be speculation, there will STILL be people claiming it wasn’t confirmed, or that it wasn’t queerbaiting.

as of now, however, i trust the duffers. their writing is incredible (although i will admit i buried my face in my hands at their portrayal of bullying) and i feel they will tackle this appropriately, even if we don’t see how it could work without someone getting heartbroken. i’m excited for wills coming out scene, but i’m worried it’ll be too implicit, too subtle for audience members who choose to watch with their eyes half closed, as many of them do. personally, i’m rooting for the coming out scene to be in hopper’s cabin, during which Will will give mike the painting, they will discuss his birthday (which i am certain the duffers did not simply forget), and they will open up. for me, an implicit yet obvious coming out scene is great, really, i love that kind if stuff. i perceived the byler car scene to be will’s coming out to the audience. yes, it was implicit, but i truly don’t see how its meaning is “up to interpretation,” just because Will didn’t speak outwardly about himself doesn’t mean it’s some hidden message.

however, anything implicit (not hinted, not “up to interpretation,” just simply not outright) will not pass with the general audience, and there will still be debate, which no, is not ”whats beautiful about it.” Will has to say something as good as ”i’m gay and in love with you, mike” in order for speculation to come to an end, which i think is embarrassing for the general audience.

this is much longer than i expected, but i suppose i had a lot to say on the matter. thank you for the ask! have a lovely day <3

[shreya11111]

This ask contains Byler doubt, just letting you know before I begin just incase you don't want to see discussions of Byler doubt rn <3

So like... being a Byler Truther with anxiety sucks so much, because I get a slight bit of doubt and my mind goes "Oh, yeah, I'm being stupid thinking this is gonna happen" and then I try to protect my emotions, because I don't want to spend 2 years attached to this idea and growing more and more confident just to watch season 5 and have that moment of "Oh..." when I realize it all meant nothing, all the proof, and ideas... they didn't have a meaning

But the idea of the feeling I would get if it becomes canon, the joy I would feel if they pull it off properly, keeps bringing me back, which makes it even worse, because I know I believe it... I just wish I didn't, because I keep thinking "Queer people don't get stuff like this" and it's so stupid because I like other shows that have LGBTQ+ relationships, but none of them are built up like this, none of the stuff I've watched would be like this, its built with the subtlety of any straight love triangle trope, but with the realism and feelings of what a queer person in an oppressive society would go through

I'm just... I can't wrap my head around something like this being a thing that can happen, and I know I'm taking this too seriously, but this is so important to me for so many reasons, and it would mean so much to me, and I know how all the Byler proof being unintentional wouldn't make sense, and how it would be weird for them to bring up Will's story now and not have it be resolved with Mike liking him back, and how much it would suck for the writers to use Will's feelings as fuel for a straight relationship, but it's just... hard to have faith is queer media being handled properly, you know?

i understand what you're going through...despite having so much confidence and faith in byler now, i have this nagging voice at the back of my head sometimes just going "what if none of this means anything? what if it is just too good to be true? what if we ARE being delusional??"

the build-up of this queer romance is definitely unlike anything i have ever seen before...and for them to pull it off would not only be amazing – it would be extraordinary.

definitely them not going through with byler wouldn't make sense...and i mean this logically speaking. they have sprinkled so many little details in the show, and even confirmed things that back up the details WE found!

to further emphasize on this point, here are the things they have confirmed in the show that could point to byler build-up, with links (from what i can find at least):

they confirmed that lighting is intentional in the show in this video

noah schnapp confirmed that the van scene essentially took the entire day to film

^ to follow up on this, here is an article in which the duffer brothers confirmed what noah said, AND added how important it was to "get right", including the fact that they had to carefully shoot all the angles

this very interesting video on costuming in this season that you should check out!

this article with shawn levy which basically confirmed that they put a lot of thought into their characters and any pieces of characterization that we discover while watching is likely "no accident"

i cannot find the link atm but i can recall that it was said there is a lot of thought put into the rooms of the characters so the details present are likely all intentional

the duffer brothers have also said before that details are important to the show

those are just some i could think of right now, but there is a lot more that has come up over the years. i just don't understand why the duffers would hammer in the point of details being important in the show so much if the details WE have found won't amount to anything. i am certain that byler will be endgame, just because i am 100% confident that there is no way we are being queerbaited. like i've said before, there are much easier ways to queerbait the audience without it taking up so much time (plus the fact that there is literally no need to queerbait in general...this show already has a HUGE fanbase + a huge queer fanbase already so wtf is even the point of it lmao).

i know that there can be a lot of pessimism involved when it comes to queer representation in media, and that is completely valid. but i genuinely don't think that 2 years from now we will discover that we were queerbaited...

i do think you should stay cautiously optimistic if you are worried about how you will fare 2 years from now...if you are scared of being queerbaited. anxiety can make it really hard to deal with, i can understand...and i just want you to know that i am always here if you ever need to vent!<3

tysm for the ask and i really hope i could help, even if just a little <33

[bluebellhairpin]

What kind of Father Are You?

Attack on Titan X Reader

A/N: This is mainly because I want more Kenny content and apparently I have to do all that myself. BuT I’m also feeling really sad and vulnerable rn as have been for the past few days - dunno why, just am - so here’s some soft stuff. - Nemo

Warnings: All these AoT characters get children. Much Fluff. 

Listening to: ‘Wonder’ by Shawn Mendes (slowed) - ‘I wonder what it's like to be loved by you.’

Masterlist 

Erwin Smith

You shouldn’t get me started on this man - but look at that you didn’t, I did that myself! Ha.

He’s a very chill dad. Not fun, but not boring. Like one of those dads that your friends can say hi to, but like not hold a proper conversation with them.

HoWEVER 

- no you can’t come at me yet I’m not done fool -

He loves and adores his children so much. 

He’d take the stars from the heavens for them. He’d hold the sky on his shoulders if they asked him to. He lives and breathes for his kids and keeping them happy and safe. He’d do anything for them. 

They would never once be able to say he doesn’t love them because it’s plainly not true. 

A child of Erwin Smith will never feel like they do not belong somewhere. They do belong somewhere - right beside Erwin’s beating heart. 

Reiner Braun 

He - and I cannot put this any other way - spoils his kids. 

His wallet and money sing at him to slow down, but does he listen? Hell to the nah. 

We all know it’s true, so don’t bother arguing with me about it. 

He also carries them around a lot. Always has - and as they grow he just sucks it up and learns how to deal with how heavy they’ve gotten.

Like here’s a 20-yr-old being carried WITH ONE ARM by their 40-something-year-old father - AND ALL BECAUSE HE USED TO CARRY THEM WITH ONE ARM WHEN THEY WERE LIKE THREE AND HE WANT’S THEM TO STILL FEEL LIKE A KID SOMETIMES. 

oh look, I made myself melt. 

He just kinda wants his kids to never really stop feeling like a kid, even when they’re adults - and he’ll do whatever in his power to make that happen. 

Levi Ackerman

He’s 100 per cent a protective dad. 

‘Where are you going?’ - ‘Who’re you going with?’ - ‘When will you be home?’ 

Those are questions asked from the moment his children are allowed to stay away from him - even if it’s for school. 

That being said, unlike Erwin, he is the kind of dad that his kids friends like. 

He’s got crude humor, he does let them get away with slightly sketchy stuff, and he JOINS THEM - if only to make sure they don’t get caught. 

No way in hell are his kids spending a night in a filthy cell. 

But when his kids were younger? 

Whipped.

They had him wrapped around their tiny, chubby fingers are there ain’t nothing nobody could do about it. 

Armin Arlert 

He is a very kind father. 

Like when he disciplines his kids no one can really tell? But the point get’s across? 

Defiantly sings them lullaby's when they’re younger. 

His voice is soft and calm, hushed and just so very smooth. He’s a closeted great-singer and no one will ever know except his kids because they just have to be blessed by - not only being his kids - but hearing him sing too. 

Like wtf? Armin?? Share??? Please???? Wdym ‘no’???????

Also read to them - they inherit his book-nerd-ness - and his reading voice is also very good. 

Works just as well as a lullaby tbh.

Puts them to sleep faster than chloroform. 

Zeke Jaeger

He’s not great, but not bad either. 

Out of all of them, probably the most useful dad to ask for homework help. 

Knows all the answers, and will give them to his kids - but like he just rephrases the questions so that they understand. 

Like, you know, someone should. 

But like you know that picture of Chirs Hemsworth holding up his kid? (This one?) Yeah Zeke’s done that too.

More than once. 

Jokes around pretending to drop them too.

Heart attacks all round. 

He’s that kind of dad. 

Kenny Ackerman

He is not the parenting type and will do a lot in his power to make sure he never has to take on that responsibility. 

Don’t @ me on this, it makes me sad too.

That being said, if he has to, he’ll be a father-type. Like border-lining cool-uncle type of dad.

He teaches them everything they need to know about everything. What he know, they know. You know?

LIke this five-year-old knows how to make a whiskey on the rocks, and can disarm an 6-foot-something man. 

But I have this idea in my mind of just this gaggle of kids ranging from the ages of ten down and they’re all so strong with the Ackerman gene. 

Glares and knives for the whole family. 

Miche Zacharias

He’s so gentle with them - it’s almost painful. 

He thinks he’s so big - he is - and he thinks he’s so strong - again, he is - that he’ll break this little bundle in his hands.

AND IT’S LITLERALLY JUST IN HIS HANDS LIKE THE BABA’S HEAD IN IN ONE HAND AND THEIR BODY IS IN THE OTHER LIKE MHMMMMMM

anyway

Definitely the dad to fall asleep somewhere with the kid resting against his chest - also asleep - and they’ll both stay there for hours. 

Like one of his hands is just acting like a weighted blanket on the kiddo’s back, and the kid’s drooling on his shirt, and he’s got his head back and snoring. 

It’s cute OKAY. Yeah I am crying again, no one cares so shuddup. 

[koulakoukoula2003]

Impatience (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi x Reader, Levi x You

Genre: Fluff (soooooo much fluffffff)

Word Count: 1199

A/N: Hellooooo fellow Levi hoes, here’s a fluffy scene between you and Levi. Been wondering, when Historia became Queen and got Levi into saving the orphans of the Underground, how cute was he going to look holding one of those orphans in his arms... 😳 Oh my God... Anyways! The two of you are already in a relationship, so just, enjoy! 😘

You were in the Underground -a place the two of you hadn’t visited in so long- and Queen Historia was leading the way. She was in a carriage riding ahead. Of course, Levi and (y/n) were on the front to lead them through the streets of the place that you two grew up in. A bunch of MPs were all around, making sure to help and protect their Queen from the scums that lurked around in the Underground. The smell of moisture was all too familiar. Both (y/n) and Levi couldn’t help staring all around the place. You hadn’t visited that place ever since Erwin came and dragged you both out of there. 

Too many bad memories. You recognised the streets. Children were lying all around. Abandoned and starving. Despair in their eyes. Their bones almost sticking out from the lack of tissue. Levi raised his hand, signalling the MPs to stop, and Historia stuck her head out of the carriage. 

“We’re here, your Majesty,” Levi informed her. He had to admit, it was weird calling that brat like this, but he got used to it faster than he expected. 

“Excellent, Captain, Lieutenant,” Historia jumped out of her carriage and the MP officer approached her right away. 

“Uh- Ma’am! I suggest that you stay within the carriage. You will be safer that way,” The man said nervously. Historia frowned and parted her lips to throw something utterly rude on the officer’s way, but you unmounted your horse, and you approached the two. 

You placed a hand on Historia’s shoulder. “No need to worry, officer, we’ll be keeping an eye on her. Besides, there’s no criminal in the Underground that doesn’t fear Captain Levi, I assure you,” 

Historia smirked. “Exactly. Now quit trying to order around your Queen, and let’s get to work,” Historia said. An authoritative and stern tone in her voice that could’ve scared the highest-ranking officers trembling. Your eyes widened. You were impressed. 

“U- Uh, yes, your Majesty! I- I wasn’t trying to- M- My apologies!” The young man stuttered before he set off to get to work right away. 

Once the two of you were left alone, you laughed and squeezed Historia in a side-hug. Your hand reached for Historia’s hair, caressing gently. “I’m so damn proud of you!” 

Historia giggled and overly enjoyed the way you were messing her hair. “Thanks, (y/n)!” She managed to escape your hug and she turned and looked around her. “Let’s see what we got here,” 

The MP officers, Historia, Levi and (y/n) set off to pick up the children, load them in the empty cart and take them out of that horrible place. The construction of the orphanages was going well, and Historia didn’t want to any more prolong saving those kids. She had to save them, and she had to do it fast. 

You knelt in front of a little boy. He must have been around three to four years old. He flinched right away when you approached him, as if he was afraid that you were going to hurt him. That reaction was more than understandable. You were once the same. A scared, bony little child, tossed into a cruel world, wallowing in fear and despair. 

“It’s alright,” You said and you gave him the sweetest smile you could manage. You knelt down, close to his height. “I’m (y/n). What is your name?”

He examined you with those huge, innocent, deep brown eyes of his for a moment. “S- Shawn,” 

“Well, Shawn, it’s very nice to meet you. Are you hungry?” You asked. The boy was scared, but hearing of food, that fear slowly started to subside. The boy nodded and your hand reached for your pocket beneath your green, Survey Corps cloak. You took out a cracker. You opened and handed it to him. “There you go,” 

Shawn stared at the cracker. He didn’t even bother to catch it. He lifted both of his little hands up, allowing you to pick him. You smiled as you handed him the cracker, and then you lifted him up and settled him in your arms. He was so light, it almost worried you, but he started munching on the cracker hungrily. He had consumed it before you knew it. 

You tried to leave him back down on the cart where the rest of the children were and Historia was offering them food, but he did not want to get off of you. Shawn just buried his face in your neck. His little hands clutched on your clothes and he remained silent in you embrace. All you could do was smile. You pressed a kiss on his little temple. 

“It’s alright, you’re safe now. We’ve got you,” You said, trying to reassure him, but his little fingers only tightened around your shirt. “Alright, I’ll hold you a little bit more,” You promised and you turned around only to see Levi with a little girl in his arms. 

The sight melted your heart right away. The little girl was in a white, dirty, ragged gown. She had blonde, messy long hair. She too had finished eating the cracker that Levi had given her, and she was now sucking on her thumb. She must’ve been a three-year-old. She was the definition of cute. 

“Oi, brat,” Levi’s one hand reached for the little girl’s and he pulled her thumb out of her mouth. “No sucking on your fingers. They’re dirty,” 

The girl just looked up at him, with those large honey eyes and she tucked her finger back in her mouth. Levi sighed. He should’ve known better than to try to reason with a three-year-old. 

Your sweet laughter reached his ears and he finally lifted his attention on you. He almost forgot how to breathe. You had a little boy in your arms, and that boy was clutching on your shirt and he was burying his face in your neck. Your hands supported this little body against your chest and the boy had closed his eyes, enjoying every second he spent in your arms. 

You were so wonderful, there, holding and talking, and treating that little kid as if it was your own. Levi couldn’t get his eyes off of you. He could almost imagine you in one of your white, baggy gowns, and a baby boy in your arms. One that would have the raven colour of his hair, but your eyes. 

Levi tried his best to snap out of the beautiful picture that he had in his mind as the two of you finally settled the little ones on the cart, but he couldn’t stop himself. A warm arm slipped around your waist, and he forced your back to crush against his chest. Dry, soft lips pressed a kiss against your cheek from behind and his breath brushed against your ear warmly as he spoke. 

“I can’t wait to have one of our own,” 

You giggled. A bright blush spread across your cheeks and you let her head rest back on his shoulder. You nuzzled your nose in his neck and you smiled, closing your eyes briefly. 

“Me neither,” 

A/N: Ooffffff there it is! Y’all feel free to reblog just send a few follows and notes on my way! Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think! This is a scene from my actual Levi x OC fic on ao3, I just changed it slightly so that it can stand on its own 🥰

[anamandabynes]

SHE'S A FUTURE STAR...HONEST

Los Angeles Times (article written February 7, 2002)

TV star Amanda Bynes can giggle at the memory of sitting for an interview when she was 12--although she didn't exactly sit. "I was so energetic," she admits, recalling the evening she spent mostly bounding around her backyard, dashing around the pool, shrieking at an oversized spider hanging in the garden and spinning under the stars in her denim playsuit, singing her own little song about beautiful gowns and diamonds. "Oh, it was like, calm down, child." Now almost 16, Amanda has indeed calmed down. Nickelodeon's exuberant, funny-faced little comedy star has grown into a self-assured young person who's quite warm and hospitable around the house--although maybe she'll gush a little over pictures of brother Tom and new sister-in-law Melissa's wedding. And as for her future, well, she'll be getting her driver's license soon, so she's pretty excited about that. The funny thing is that a lot of other people are excited about her future, too--for a much different reason. Her first feature film, Big Fat Liar, opens Friday and, although it stars Frankie Muniz and Paul Giamatti, it's the newcomer who has show business professionals dropping phrases like "a young Cameron Diaz or Goldie Hawn." Amanda has already signed a pilot deal to star in a situation comedy on the WB network and studio executives are poring over scripts for her all-but-certain big-screen projects to come. "The sky's the limit for her. The world is her oyster," said Jordan Levin, the WB entertainment president who's developing the untitled sitcom about a teenager living in Manhattan with her older sister. "Amanda's funny, talented, poised. And she's cute." And he's hardly alone in his enthusiasm. Her movie colleagues predict audiences will love her because she hurls every ounce she has into her role and, as Giamatti says, she has a remarkable knack for timing her delivery for laughs. "I'd never worked with kids before, but I have to say she's very good," Giamatti said. "She brought a high level of improvisational comedy to her performance." How good is she? "Liar" director Shawn Levy suggests moviegoers closely watch the scene at the beginning of Act 2 in which Frankie and Amanda's characters first encounter the producer's receptionist. "Amanda doesn't have a line, but the whole scene is constructed around her reaction shots," he said. "She is so alive on screen and so effervescent as a presence, it's a gift to a director to have that to work with." Levy adds bluntly: "Within two years she's going to be carrying movies left and right. There is no comedian anywhere near that age range like Amanda Bynes. She is an absolute original." It's a funny thing, too, that almost any kid in America who watches TV could have told him that long ago, because kids have watched Amanda grow up as she's tickled them by the millions. In fact, she's been honing her craft before live audiences for most of her life. Her father, Rick--as a longtime fan of stand-up comedy, he helped Amanda write jokes for her act at the Laugh Factory -- nurtured the future star. "When she was 4, I used to say I wish that Spielberg could come over and watch her," he said. Since that seemed unlikely, he shepherded Amanda and older sister Jillian to community theater. When Jillian had a starring turn in Wait Until Dark, Amanda was too young to perform, so she sat in the audience reciting her sister's lines. Amanda was 7 when she broke into show business as a spunky orphan in Annie at the Camarillo Youth Center. With mom Lynn shuttling her from school to rehearsal, she never stopped. Stage roles followed, and her first raves appeared when a reviewer for this newspaper called her "sensational" as Scout in To Kill a Mockingbird (at the Arts Council Center in Thousand Oaks) and "even more impressive" in the lead as Mary in The Secret Garden (at the Conejo Players Theater). When she was 9, Rick enrolled her in a stand-up comedy class in Hollywood. On graduation night at the Laugh Factory, she was spotted by former child actors Dan Schneider and Brian Robbins, who were scouting talent for Nickelodeon. Amanda was 10 when she debuted on All That, Nick's sketch-comedy series where she refined her physical comedy chops--again before live audiences. Her tour de force was "Ask Ashley" - a sweet advice columnist who worked herself into a rage over invariably inane requests for advice. On the contest series Figure It Out, she gamely splashed around in coatings of the show's signature green slime. Now Nick is running the third season of The Amanda Show, in which she gives herself over to wacky teen characters like the classroom mob moll Candy Tulips -- pleasing kids and, no doubt, many an older brother, too. And therein lies her promise. "I'd love to see her have a career like Goldie Hawn," said Schneider, "Liar" screenwriter and a creative force driving a lot of Nick's comedy programming. "Goldie has that rare ability to be cute, sweet, vulnerable, real, and make you really feel something special about a character." Schneider and others who work with her say that Amanda's on-camera warmth is a glow from her solid upbringing in a close-knit family. She lives with her parents and her dogs Tootsie and Betty in a roomy suburban ranch house north of Los Angeles. Jillian is away at college, but her grandmother, Anne Organ, lives next door. Her home life comes first. Homework is priority No. 1. Dad keeps a close eye on her moviegoing, steering her away from R-rated fare, "and even hard PG-13s; they're the same as R's," Rick Bynes said. He's there to help her shrug off bad press -- as when a supermarket tabloid last year reported leeringly that Amanda and Frankie were dating up a storm--when they were 14. Their chemistry on screen in "BFL" is certainly reminiscent of Judy Garland and Mickey Rooney's, and they've been appearing together socially, but Amanda insists they're just buddies. "When my friends who work in the business come over, they say, 'You live in another world, it's like so far away,'" she said. "But a big part of who I am is that I still am a normal kid in the same place where I was born." So, in many ways, she's as normal as her fans. A straight-A 10th-grader (English is her favorite subject), she loves to shop, watch a little TV -- she likes Friends, Felicity and The Gilmore Girls. She chats with pals online or on the phone. Of course, she has a career to manage too. So one evening recently she was relaxing at home, curled up on the sofa, reading Memoirs of a Geisha -- a novel Steven Spielberg has for a long time wanted to turn into a movie, she pointed out -- about Chiyo, a pretty little girl who grows up to become the beautiful Sayuri, who's enslaved by the passions of wealthy men. Amanda was still a bit hoarse after her first-ever press junket promoting the movie--which meant sitting for nearly 100 interviews. "I had to say, 'Stop. My voice is gone,'" she said, pulling her sleeves down over her fists and cuddling them under her chin. "I had to go drink some tea." In her cozy living room far from the bright lights, Amanda comes across as serious about life, insightful about her work, philosophical about her world to come. She dreams about college -- going to UC Berkeley, maybe, studying business -- but she realizes she may need to stay in Southern California near work. She dreams about getting married and having children. "I want to have the freedom to not work if I don't want to," she said. "To be with my kids if I want to." She evinces sharp instincts, deftly deconstructing the latest teen movies -- without identifying a role that she would have liked to play. "I see careers that I like, like Kirsten Dunst's, for instance," she said. "She did Bring It On, which was all cute and fun, and then she did Crazy/Beautiful, which showed a lot of truths about teenagers that have angst and sadness and trouble. So she isn't afraid of trying different things, becoming different people." Amid all the glowing praise, Bynes has had her share of career disappointments. While The Amanda Show pilot took off, another one she shot about a washed-up child star who has to go home to her small town and be a normal kid again didn't get picked up. "It didn't work," she shrugged. "I saw it." So she remains realistic about the process. "I try not to get too excited until something actually happens," she said, looking forward to her upcoming pilot at the WB. "I just figure if it happens, then that's wonderful and if not, then I just stay in school longer and wait for the next thing." And she's philosophical, too, when people ask why the child star didn't make any movies when she was still a child. "I'm the type of person who believes that everything happens for a reason, and at the time that it's supposed to," she said. "So now ... other ideas are coming up for other movies and everything is just happening really wonderfully." A few days later, Amanda reflected on "Geisha." The little girl in the book grew up and, in a fashion, lived happily ever after. She was crying when she read the closing lines, she said. "The message is wonderful," she said. "[Sayuri] ended up living her life the way she wanted to. It ended up being really nice for her, in her situation and her circumstances. It was a really wonderful, a moving story."

[timeforafuckingcrusade4]

Obey me characters and what music I think they'd listen to

Lucifer:

I feel like he would listen to Fleetwood Mac, The Beautiful South and mostly 80s stuff he just gives me that vibe ya know

Mammon:

He mainly listens to rap prove me wrong. He would listen to Eminem and Snoop Dogg and so on, but he also really enjoys Bruno Mars.

Levi:

Okay we know for sure that he listens to Game soundtracks and Anime openings, but consider him listening to Queen. I think his guilty pleasure would be Queen songs.

Satan:

He listens to Bastille religiously. I don't know why, but he does. He also enjoys The Jam and James Arthur, he absolutely loves Patsy Cline songs too.

Asmo:

Marina and the Diamonds stan, listens to Mitski and Lady Gaga too, but he also definitely listens to white girl music; for instance if you hear a 2000-2010 party song and you're like "ha white girl music" then that's Asmo. Also a Barb and a Beyonce stan probably a Shakira stan too.

Beel:

He listens to Bruce Springsteen I can't say why, but he does. Probably listens to Ed Sheeran too and no I'm not saying that because he has a resemblance to him. Also Rizzle Kicks because that for some reason says Beel to me?

Belphie:

*sighs and puts on male manipulator music* but honestly same. He listens to Panic at the disco, The Smiths, Arctic Monkeys, Catfish and the Bottlemen, The 1975, The Doors, Paramore, Oasis and Gorillaz. He just does.

Diavolo:

Honestly no offense to him, but his music taste is a train wreck bless his little heart. One minute he could be playing hard rock like Metallica then all of a sudden he could be listening to Rihanna. He just listens to anything.

Barbatos:

Oh he definitely loves classical music, but he has a soft spot for P!nk, ABBA, The Beatles and he absolutely has the dream boats and petticoats albums with 50s music and honestly as he should.

Simeon:

Also loves ABBA I'm not sure why he does but he does. Also loves Maroon 5, The Eurythmics, 5 Seconds of Summer, The Vamps, Blondie, The Who stuff like that.

Luke:

Kids bop enough said.

Okay he's probably Megan Trainor stan bless him. And Shawn Mendes.

Solomon:

Definitely listens to 70s-80s music. Likes The Doors, The Specials, Madness, The Smiths (only certain songs), The Style Council, The Housemartins, Tears for Fears. As for Modern sort of music he listens to George Ezra, Rare Americans, Hozier and also likes James Arthur.

[someonefantastic]

If You Thought the Head Trauma was Bad…

More migraine Shawn and roommate stuff! Basically I headcanon that Shawn, Gus, and Juliet all lived in the loft together between s8 and the first movie. Also if you want more fics on Shawn and migraines, then feel free to check out my day 3 or @bijulesspookyohara​'s day 5. Shoutout to the folks of the psych discord, primarily @victoriantrashjohn for coming up with the concept and jackal switch for a lot of these migraine remedies. Oh and also @tonystarksspoopyhouseofkids because she drew this adorable pic of Shawn that inspired a scene in this. And shoutout to @chaosintheavenue for beta reading this! Summary: Shawn has a migraine. It's a good thing his best friend and his girlfriend are there to help. Warnings: migraines, nausea, ambulances ___ Shawn groaned as he snuggled deeper into the couch, barely even able to open his eyes. It had been an incredibly long day- he had spent most of it trying to infiltrate an illegal jewelry ring with little success, just another failure on his quest for Juliet’s engagement ring- and he was in the middle of a full blown migraine. He had seen it coming, recognized that the sharp pains in his brain and the small ripples of nausea could easily lead to later pain, but he had ignored it, instead letting the image of his girlfriend (fiancėe’s) elated face spur him to work harder.

And now he was suffering the consequences. No ring, no joyous girlfriend (fiancėe), just a massive, brain pounding, vision blurring migraine.

He sighed, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around him. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, blanket over his head, its soft fabric enveloping him. A pair of child-sized kitty earmuffs were placed squarely on his temples while the sounds of 80s heavy metal filled the air. The shades had been drawn keeping the sun from invading- not that there was much on a rainy San Francisco evening- and the room was cast in a red glow, the source being a small red LED candle that Jules had bought him. It was cozy and nice and he could almost forget the incessant pain in his head.

There was a jiggling at the door and Juliet and Gus walked in, their loud joyous laughter causing him to wince. They paused, and he caught Juliet frowning as Gus walked over and collapsed into the armchair besides him.

Juliet’s hair was falling out of her half-ponytail, Gus’ tie was slipping from its knot, they smelled like coffee.

“Headache?” He asked, voice much quieter.

Shawn barely nodded, squeezing his eyes tight as sharp pains radiated through his skull.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Juliet’s soft voice spoke from his side. Warm fingers gently brushed his hair and he relaxed into her touch. “Did you take anything?”

His voice was strained, “Ibuprofen, a few hours ago.”

Gus spoke up, “He could take acetaminophen. It works differently than ibuprofen so it won’t cause any problems.”

“Perfect,” Her lips pressed against his forehead, “I’m going to go get changed and get you some meds.”

“Thank you,” He muttered, sad when she pulled away.

“Can you get me some too?” Gus asked, beginning to undo his tie, “My side is killing me.”

“Sure thing.”

After her small footsteps faded away, Shawn cracked an eye open. “What’s up with you?”

Gus frowned. “I pulled a muscle lifting boxes for that cute girl in marketing.”

His memory flashed back. A woman in blue, long black hair, Gus doing the thing with his nose. “Michelle?”

“Yeah… it was all for nothing, I overheard her talking about some dude named ‘Levi’.”

“Tough luck bud. That’s a solid name.”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Gus rubbing his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Hey, where is the heating pad?”

Shawn jerked his head back, groaning as the motion caused the throbbing to double. That wasn’t his brightest idea. “Under Jules’ side of the bed. Just make sure to put it back when you’re done, she needs it for cramps.”

“Ah,” Gus nodded, standing up, “Sure thing.”

A stain on Gus’ pant leg, the carpet was rumpled, an empty can under the chair.

He shut his eyes tight again, trying to stop himself from noticing, an in vain attempt to ward off his abilities. Instead he flashed backwards, various images and memories jerking to the forefront of his mind, waves of nausea close behind.

His blue bouncy ball in fourth grade, divorce papers being signed, a bright smile on a beautiful blonde.

His jaw clenched, swallowing roughly as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. He leaned forward, trying to focus on the music around him. The beats moved in and out, giving him something to concentrate on.

“Babe?”

His eyes cracked open, the corner of his mouth turning up at the sight of his girlfriend (fiancėe). Her hair was now all the way down and she had pulled on his Thunderbirds sweatshirt. Even though she was only wearing the hoodie because it smelled like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride- after all, she usually refused to wear any football team’s merch aside from the Dolphins’.

“Here.” She handed him some pills and water which he promptly took, noting how Gus did the same.

The cool water felt nice but did little to soothe the ache in his head. “Thanks.” He frowned, noticing how her knuckles were bruised, “Did you get into a fight?”

“What?” She glanced at her hand, giving a good natured shake of her head at his abilities. “No- well, kind of. I was sparring with Sam and accidentally punched him square in the jaw.”

He chuckled, “That’s my girlfriend.” Not noticing how she frowned at the term.

Now that his eyes were open, his brain leaped back at the chance to pick up on things.

Small smudge of mascara under her right eye (probably missed it when washing her face), a few crumbs above Gus’ lips, dog hair on the hoodie sleeve.

He groaned as a sharp pain erupted in his head, vision blurring and stomach churning dangerously.

“Shawn?” Juliet’s voice was worried and he soon found her sitting next to him, guiding his head to her lap. She shushed him, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. “I need you to stop thinking, okay? Just focus on my hands.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed, allowing himself to fixate on her and only her. He felt warm and safe in her arms, her presence always serving to be a beacon in his crazy mind. Honestly he couldn’t imagine life without her, ever since he walked into that dinner nine years ago she had become a permanent staple in his life. He loved her so much it made his heart hurt. Even though the idea of marriage still terrified him, he knew deep down that he didn’t want to marry anyone else but her.

“I love you,” He muttered, reaching up to squeeze her hand.

“I love you too Shawn,” He could hear the soft smile in her voice, “Get some rest.”

He snuggled deeper, a small smile on his lips. Her hands would occasionally drift over to his temples, rubbing where the earmuffs weren’t situated. It was very calming and soon he felt sleep begin to overtake him.

Somewhere between Judas Priest and Holy Driver he heard a groan- and not from the music. It dragged him out of his sleep. Vision blurry and head foggy, he cracked open his eyes. The groan sounded again. He barely registered Juliet’s hand pausing it’s soothing motion and her concerned voice, instead his eyes were on his best friend. Gus was clutching his side, the color draining out of this face.

Jerking upright, he ignored how his head throbbed. “Gus? You okay?”

There was no answer as Gus’ eyes rolled back and he pitched forward, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

“Gus!” Shawn and Juliet yelled in unison.

In a flash they were both at his side, Juliet’s fingers on his neck and his hand being held tightly by Shawn. “He’s still alive, I’ll call an ambulance.”

Memories flashed through Shawn while his mind burned.

A large crowd, pain in his side, sweating, collapsing, a white room.

He should have noticed sooner, should have seen the signs. If it wasn’t for his headache-

“I think his appendix burst.” He all but shouted, words tumbling out of his mouth. This was all his fault, he should have noticed, he was trained for this for pete’s sake. The one thing he was good at was picking up on information, little things that most people didn’t notice.

He had failed Gus.

Looking back, he remembered the time between Gus collapsing and the ambulance coming so clearly but in the middle of it all, it frankly felt like a blur of regret and blame and worry.

As he watched Gus’ unconscious body being loaded into the ambulance, his hands shook, tears threatening to fall. Juliet grabbed his hand, beginning to lead him to her car. The paramedics only had room for one person but selfishly he needed Juliet to be his rock. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on without her.

She squeezed his hand, wide, worried eyes gazing up at him. “He’ll be okay.”

Nodding mutely, he followed her to the car. All he could hope was that she would be right.

[watchmegetobsessed]

“I shouldn’t have let you go.” (Adam Driver)

by now, yall already know about my obsession with adam driver, so i decided to write a fic about him, what a surprise! it’s been a while since i last wrote anything off my drabble list, so i thought i would do this one for that. also thank you @softboyshawn​ for motivating me to write it, you always know when to give me a push!!

word count: 3.2K

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Walking into the building Adam pushes his shades up to the top of his head, keeping his hair out of his forehead. He intended to get a haircut weeks ago, but he wasn’t sure what’s gonna be needed for this role, so he decided to keep it long just for a little longer. He is welcomed by a nice receptionist who helps him out with where he has to head for the reading and he takes the elevator with a delightful smile on his lips.

He feels thankful to be back in the drill, working is exactly what he needs right now, something to keep him busy and focused on what’s important. Starting a new movie is always exciting and powering for him, meeting new people, challenging himself with new scenes, this is what he loves the most.

As he steps into the small auditorium that was turned into the location for the reading he looks around, searching for familiar faces around the long table that has a labelled seat for every role in the movie. His eyes meet a well-known face and he can’t help but chuckle as he approaches the director, Shawn Levy holding his arms out for a brotherly hug.

“It’s so nice to see you again!” Shawn pats his back.

“You too, man.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be at your audition, but to be honest, I knew you would be the perfect for the role,” Shawn lets him in on this little secret.

The two of them has worked together in 2014 and Shawn didn’t doubt Adam would be the perfect fit for his new movie’s leading role. He told his assistant to reach out to Adam and ask him to audition. It was kind of an informal meet up with the movie’s producer with a short screen test and they were entirely sure Adam is the one to cast for the role of Derek Lahey, the big city guy moving back to his mother following a split from his long-term girlfriend after he finds out she’s been cheating on him for quite a while.

“It’s alright,” Adam smiles as they let go of each other.

“You got the new script, right?” he asks pointing at the table where Adam sees a rack of scripts in the middle.

“Yeah, got it yesterday, I gave it a few reads last night.”

“Amazing. We had to make a few changes last minute, sorry about it. But we had a change in the cast as well.”

“The cast?” Adam furrows his eyebrows as Shawn looks around and his eyes lighten up when he sees someone he was looking for.

“Yeah, you remember Y/N?”

As Adam turns to the side and his eyes meet hers, he can’t even figure what to do or say. It’s been about four years he last saw Y/N, but time has definitely changed her and it’s kind of taking his breath away. The shy, baby-faced girl has turned into a very mature, eye-catching young woman, but there are some things that stayed the same. Like her freckles all over her nose, her dimples when she smiles and those amazingly dark eyes that just pop out thanks to her reddish-blonde hair she refuses to dye for any role.

“Hi, Adam,” Y/N smiles, feeling just as startled by his presence as he is at hers, but snapping out of his awe he finally goes for a friendly hug.

“Y/N, you’re the change in the cast?”

“The girl we originally casted broke her leg, so we needed to make a quick decision in order to start filming in time. Luckily, Y/N was able to take the job!” Shawn taps her arm smiling at her happily and she tugs her hair behind her ears. Adam finds himself staring at her longer than he should be, so he forces himself to look over at his director friend.

“It’s like a mini reunion,” Adam chuckles. All three of them worked on This Is Where I Leave You in 2014, a time Adam definitely hasn’t forgotten about.

“Take your seats, guys, we’ll start soon,” Shawn says before drifting off to another cast member, welcoming everyone.

“I’m sorry if working with me is uncomfortable for you,” Y/N starts when they are alone. “I thought about saying no, but… this is a great opportunity for me.”

“It’s not uncomfortable! I’m very glad to see you. Honestly.”

Their history is a little longer than the other cast members’. Five years ago, when filming started they hit it off pretty quick on set, even though Y/N was just an extra back then, while Adam was one of the main actors. He was freshly wedded at that time, only one year into his marriage and Y/N was… a realization for him. A realization that hit too late, definitely not at the right time. As a 22 year-old ambitious actress at the start of her career, meeting Adam and somehow forming a bond with him was confusing for the both of them. Adam first questioned his marriage and tried to deal with his confusing feelings for this girl who also seemed just too young for him at the time, while Y/N feared she might ruin an entire marriage and became the blame for the divorce of an up-and-coming, popular actor, which could also ruin her career.

Nothing ever happened between them, they refused to let it go too far. Besides stolen glances and touches, deep conversations and shared secrets, they never crossed the line from where they could have never returned. Once filming and the premier was over, they forced to lose touch thinking this is what’s best for everyone. They went their own ways until their paths crossed again in this room, forcing them to face each other again.

“Well, that’s good to hear, because we’ll spend a lot of time together,” she chuckles nervously.

“Yeah, I guess,” he nods smiling down at him.

All through the reading Adam can’t help but sneak glances at Y/N, sitting right across him, whenever he could, slowly listing everything that changed about her and things that stayed just the same. Their eyes meet a couple of times, Y/N blushes whenever it happens, focusing her gaze down at her script.

“Great job! Thank you for everyone, I can’t wait to see this on the screen!” Shawn cheers once the reading is finished and a round of applause follows his words. “See you on set in three days!”

Everyone starts packing and Adam makes sure he finishes quickly so he can walk over to Y/N.

“Hey, wanna grab lunch with me? We could catch up a little.”

He hopes his offer didn’t come out as anxious as he feels, waiting for her answer. She hesitates for a moment, sliding her script into her bag before nodding her head.

“Okay. Why not?”

They are perfectly hidden in their booth in the nearby diner they chose to eat in. Adam is anxiously scanning through the menu even though he knows what he wants, but is just too afraid to look into her eyes.

“So, how have you been?” she breaks the silence putting her menu down and their eyes finally meet again.

“Um… busy, mostly.”

“Congrats on the Star Wars movies. You were great in all of them.”

“You saw them?” He is genuinely surprised, he never thought she would be the kind of girl to watch them.

“Yeah. Wanted to see what the hype is about,” she smirks leaning back in her seat. “Turned out I like watching dudes in uniform, fighting with some more dudes, without uniform.”

Adam laughs shaking his head, happy that her humor hasn’t changed.

“That’s exactly what Star Wars is about.”

“Alright, so what’s up with you outside work?”

Before he could answer their waitress arrives. She takes their order and collecting the menus she disappears leaving them alone again.

“Outside work?” Adam inhales rubbing his hands to his thighs. “Um, not much. I’ve been hitting up the gym daily, I’m learning to cook and…” He pauses for a moment, debating whether if it’s the best time to admit it or not, but he decides it’s something that should be cleared. “You know, I have a lot of time since I got divorced last year.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide as this wasn’t something she expected to hear.

“What? Oh God, I didn’t know… I’m so sorry, Adam.”

“Don’t be, it was for the best,” he sighs with a sad smile. Even though it really was the best choice, it took a toll on both of them, letting go of something that was supposed to last forever.

“How are you holding up?”

“Fine, I’m trying to focus on work, most of the time.”

Y/N nods in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s a great technique. I… I did the same when my boyfriend broke up with me after two years.”

“Oh. I didn’t… I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“Have you been keeping an eye on me?” she smirks, making him realize it sounded like he has been following her ever since they stopped talking.

“I wasn’t—That’s not how I meant it…”

“I know, relax,” she chuckles. “I kept it as low-key as possible. Turns out it was the best choice since the asshole left me for some high school senior,” she grimaces.

“Ouch, that sounds… illegal?”

“Kind of, but that’s not my problem anymore,” she shrugs. “So, I guess we both had our ups and downs lately.”

“Seems like.”

Adam feels like this is the moment when he is supposed to say that he is sorry for the way they parted. Things were getting out of hands and he knew it was time to make a decision. Work on things with his wife or end it and give it a try with Y/N. He made the wrong choice, but regardless of this, he also chose the wrong way to let her know they can’t do it any longer.

“Y/N, listen. I—“

“Don’t,” she shakes her head. “I totally get it. Let’s just… move on. Okay?”

Looking into her eyes he sees how much she doesn’t want to talk about it and forgetting about the past is exactly what he wants to do. So nodding they come to a silent agreement. The past is left behind, they have started a new, empty page.

 ***

 Heading to her trailer Adam runs his fingers through his hair and fixes the shirt that’s already his outfit for the filming. Knocking on the door he waits for her to call out, but instead she opens it for him.

“Hey! Got your text, everything alright?” Standing at the bottom of the stairs he is finally shorter than her so he has to look up at her.

“Come in,” she nods and he follows her inside.

She is still in her robe, but her makeup and hair is done, ready to take up on the role of Leah, the next door girl Derek falls for upon coming home.

“I’m a little freaked out,” she admits, fear filling her dark irises as she stares at him, arms hugging herself.

“Hey, relax, it’s fine.” He immediately figures what the problem is, the first day of filming coming at her a little more intense than she thought.

Taking her hands he pulls her to the small couch at the back of the trailer and they sit down next to each other.

“Talk to me, okay? Tell me how you feel.”

“I-I’m… I’m just afraid I will blow this. This is my first big role, like a main role and I’m so afraid I’ll disappoint Shawn,” she sighs in despair.

“You can’t disappoint him, he wouldn’t have casted you if you weren’t good. Believe me.”

“I just don’t want to embarrass myself, forgetting my line or something.” “I’ll do that all the time, don’t worry.”

“Oh please, I bet you already know even my lines!” she rolls her eyes chuckling.

“I definitely don’t. Don’t you remember how much I messed up back then? I think half the gag roll is about me.”

“I loved it when you started laughing at your own line,” she chuckles recalling the memory.

“See? Don’t worry about messing up, I’ll do the same, though I’m sure you’ll be great. Just don’t stress okay?”

She nods taking a few deep breaths. Adam feels a sense of intimacy in how they shared this moment, something he missed so much ever since they stopped talking. They had so many moments before, in between takes, after filming, early before filming, they were seeking all these little sparks since they didn’t have more. They couldn’t have more.

“You’ll be fine?” Adam asks squeezing her hand.

“Yes. Thank you for coming by,” she nods smiling as they stand up and head to the door. “See you in a bit.”

He just nods smiling and leaves so she can get dressed and ready for the start.

Filming together is now a different experience for the both of us. While they had no interaction on the screen before, now they had to bring a whole romance alive and though Y/N has seen Adam work his magic, it’s the first time he see her in real action. And his mind is blown away. Seeing her change into a whole different character amazes him on a different level and in between takes he thinks about how he has never felt like this with another cast member he worked with on a movie. She is just… different.

Once filming is over Adam is in his trailer, taking his time to get ready to leave when there’s a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Glancing up from his phone he turns to the door and see Y/N sticking her head inside with a warm smile on her lips.

“Hey.”

“Hi, come on in!” he invites her inside and she walks in closing the door behind her. “So, how did you feel on your first day?”

Without even answering the question Y/N strides over to him and hugs him. It takes him by surprise but after a second of hesitation he wraps his arms around her.

“Thanks for being so patient and nice with me all day. And messing your lines up on purpose.”

A deep chuckle shakes his chest as he holds her close.

“It wasn’t on purpose,” he lies, but she just smiles to herself before letting him go.

“Do you have somewhere to be?”

“Not really.”

“Then what do you say, staying a little, celebrating the first day? I have some wine in my trailer.”

“Sounds great,” he smiles.

Twenty minutes later they are sitting on the floor in her trailer, drinking white wine out of plastic cups and laughing about anything and everything.

“I remember that day!” he chuckles holding his cup up.

“Yeah, it’s not hard remembering me spilling three cups of coffees on myself,” she snorts taking a sup from her drink.

“Fuck, I missed having you around,” Adam sighs closing his eyes. If he weren’t four drinks into the evening, he probably wouldn’t have said that, but now it’s already out there.

“You did?” Y/N tilts her head smiling at him, watching him lean his head against the wall behind him.

“I did,” he nods, eyes still closed.

“I missed having you around too. I missed our talks.”

“I’m sorry for the way it ended.”

“Hey, we agreed on not talking about that!”

“I know, but… I really wanted to tell you that,” he sighs looking down at his cup, stirring the wine around before chugging it down and pouring some more from the bottle.

“I don’t blame you. You were married and we were… dancing on a dangerous line.”

Glancing up at her he watches her just sit there, busy with her own drink and he admires this moment, something he has been waiting for years to have again. He regrets making the wrong choice back then, thought he understands his own reasoning behind it. People don’t just give up on a marriage, he couldn’t have known it wasn’t gonna work out. But he also lost so much time with her and that’s his biggest regret.

“I shouldn’t have let you go,” he breathes out.

Lifting her gaze up her eyes meet his as they stare at each other, feeling the change in the conversation, obviously. An absent-minded smile appears on her light pink lips as she tugs her hair behind her ear.

“I always thought that you found me too young, outside all the other circumstances we had.”

“I did think about being an old man compared to you,” he chuckles. “But I feel like it was bridged pretty fast.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes! I mean, it’s not even ten years, the world has seen way worse,” he chuckles making her laugh as well.

“You’re right.”

Putting his drink down to the floor he climbs over to her and sits next to her, resting his back against the couch just like she is doing and they sit there in silence for a couple of moments before Y/N rests her head on his shoulder.

“Adam?” she breaks the silence.

“Yes?”

“I think we are at the line again.”

“Yeah. We are.”

Another short silence while Adam turns to the side a bit, just enough to brush his lips against the crown of her head.

“Are we gonna cross it this time?” Lifting her head she looks at him with doubtful eyes as she puts her drink aside too.

Instead of answering his hands find their way to her waist and somehow he pulls her to his lap, her knees on each of his sides, hands resting on his broad shoulders.

“I don’t know what we are going to do, but I’m gonna cross the line.”

And without hesitation he presses his lips to hers. She doesn’t think twice before returning the kiss since she’s been waiting for this moment from the day she met him. He digs his fingers into her hair at the back of her head while she combs through his messy strands too, kissing like it’s their last moment on Earth. His hands slide under her shirt and soon it lands on the floor somewhere next to them.

As much as she wants to continue this, she still doesn’t want to do it lying on the floor of her trailer, that’s not what they deserve. So pushing away she tries to catch her breath while she admires his swollen lips and messy hair, running her fingers along his cheeks.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here. Not like this.”

“You’re right,” he nods realizing he got a little carried away.

Leaning down she softly kisses him again before sliding off his lap, landing on the floor again.

“We should head home, we have work tomorrow,” she advises as they slowly get up from the floor and gather their stuff, getting ready to leave.

Walking out to the parking lot they stand midway between their cars, staring up at each other, neither of them wanting to leave.

“See you tomorrow?” She bites into her bottom lip and it’s enough to drive him crazy. Pulling her closer he kisses her again.

“Yeah. How about dinner after filming?”

“Sure,” she smiles.

“It’s a date,” he raises his eyebrows as they start backing towards their cars.

“Surely is,” she chuckles. Right as she is about to turn around Adam leaps in her direction and running back to her he kisses her once more before sprinting back to his car.

Giggling to herself she gets into the car and heads home, knowing he would be here in the morning, ready to continue everything from where they left it off.