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Moonstruck - Part 4

Eddie Munson x Reader

Series Summary: Eddie knew he was doomed the moment his eyes landed on you and his heart jumped in his chest. You, princess of Hawkins High, one of the most popular and beloved girls of the school, with perfect grades and perfect charisma; and the daughter of Hawkins chief of police.

A/N: Safe to say this part ended up even bigger than the last one, oh god. Hope you like it, next part might take a few extra days to be posted. <3

Masterlist | Read Part 3 here

"What the hell was that about? Are you trying to assassinate your reputation?" Allison ranted and walked with you to your locker. School day was over, and Hawkins High hallways were filled with students eager to return home.

You rolled your eyes, tightly holding your books to your chest so as not to turn around and give her a piece of your mind. You passed by one of the many bulletin boards of the school hanging over the green and orange stripes and white brick wall. Pinned to it, was the poster that announced the yearly prom. This year, given that you graduate, it would be yours. And even if it was still three months away, the anticipation was already making itself known in the back of your mind. It was a big night, or so they say.

"Hey, Y/N." Bryan, one of the most tolerable guys from the school's basketball team walked towards you.

With a small smile, you met him halfway in the hallway; forcing the other students to walk around you.

"Can't thank you enough, I would've been dead if it wasn't for you." He opened his backpack and pulled out your science textbook.

You took it from him, holding the textbook with the other two books already in your arms. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you managed to write it all down on time."

He reached out to squeeze your shoulder. You didn't fail to notice the jealous grimace from Allison beside you.

"See you on Monday."

"See ya, Bryan." With that, you both continued walking. He towards the exit and you towards your locker.

You finally turned to your friend, who was now pointedly looking at you. "Listen, Allison, this is high school, not the Queen's Court." You stated, referring to her previous breakdown.

She had seen you walking through the school's doors earlier, hand in hand with Eddie Munson; as had the many other students you passed by until you reached class.

The metal door of your locker opened with a click, and you started storing your books inside. "I couldn't care less about the stupid social circles here, or whatever you'd like to call it."

"It's one thing to not care about social circles," she said, leaning her shoulder on the locker next to yours; "it's another to walk in holding hands with the school's resident freak." Her tone made it look as if you had committed a felony.

The sound of metal against metal was loud as you closed the locker's door. Inciting a few glances in your direction from the students talking near you and passing by. "Don't call him that."

Allison raised her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, it was super weird. He is…" she trailed off with a grimace and huffed out a sigh; "if you keep, whatever that was, up; I don't know, some things might change."

She pursed her lips, leaning closer to you. "He's not called the school's freak without a reason. I'm telling you as a friend, you're better than that."

You knew you were considered one of the cool kids at school. You could see it whenever people who weren't in your so-called social circle looked at you, their gazes were always different, always placing you one step above them. You weren't particularly fond of it.

You crossed your arms. "I'm not better than anyone, Allison. And Eddie is just called that because of shallow people that can't see past his looks that don't fit their standards; or, his loud attitude perhaps?" You paused, taking a deep breath. "Or even because he plays a damn fantasy game. Spare me."

Allison straightened her posture, her dumbfounded look let you know she was having trouble understanding your reasoning.

"Besides, maybe I'd like things to change." You raised an eyebrow at her.

The curiosity swimming in Allison's eyes was evident, she wanted to ask much more, but just shrugged her shoulders; "it's your funeral." She leaned in and pecked your cheek, undoubtedly leaving a trace of red lipstick there. "Just, be careful okay?" Her words were genuine, manicured hands adjusting the straps of her backpack.

Opening your arms, you shrugged and smiled at her; "I always am."

She mirrored your expression with a shake of her head. "See you on Monday, weirdo."

You couldn't help but chuckle, blowing a kiss her way before she turned around and made a beeline for the main doors.

As Allison disappeared amongst other students, a certain blond jock caught your eye. Jason walked past you, his stained jacket in his hands as he stared daggers at you.

Leaning with your back against the cold metal of your locker, you made sure to move your gaze up and down his stained clothes, before settling on his eyes with a smirk and shooting him a wink; which surely only made his blood boil more. Small pleasures, you thought to yourself.

"Hey princess." Eddie's sudden and sultry voice right beside you made you jump on the spot before you turned to him with a smile.

"Eddie, hey."

He was sporting a timid smile of his own, hands on his jeans pockets and shuffling back and forth on his feet.

There was something still slightly unnerving about being so close to you inside the school, for everyone to see. He felt the stares of others, focusing his eyes mainly on you to try and block them out. He relaxed a little with your voice though, letting his shoulder rest on the locker beside him. "How was the rest of your day?" He dragged the question.

"Boring, but still okay for a Friday." You told him honestly, picking at the ends of his jacket that you happened to still be wearing.

Eddie's heart was beating too fast and his lungs were working too slow. He held himself back from reaching out; from cupping your jaw and kissing you senseless because god- it was unfair for someone to look so beautiful while wearing his worn black jacket.

The silence stretched for seconds that felt like hours. Your eyes were glued to his, focused as your smile faded and pulled Eddie into a trance; as easy as that. His hair fell past his shoulders and you tilted your nose up, until a particularly loud voice made you blink several times and Eddie gulp a big lump in his throat.

You're in school, more specifically the hallway, surrounded by students. Focus, this is the one thing you can't mess up. Eddie thought to himself.

He removed one hand from his pocket, running it through his hair and huffing out a breath to compose himself. "I wanted to ask, are you sure it's okay for me to show up at your house?" He squinted his eyes, scratching the back of his neck. Now that he had a bit of time to dwell on it, showing up at the house where none other than the Chief of Police lived, looked a lot like a death sentence.

"Trust me, Eddie, it'll be fine." You pushed yourself away from the metal door with warm cheeks, hooking your arm around Eddie's and pulling him towards the exit.

"Yeah, it's just, I'm not very confident I'll be your father's favorite person." He looked down at you with a playful grimace. Feeling the warmth of your body against his already easing his nerves.

"Well, you're mine already, so I'm sure he'll like you too, sooner or later." You pushed open the school's glass doors, being greeted with warm, late afternoon sunlight right on your face. Chatter was heard all around you from the other students, some picking up their bikes and others turning on their cars. This time of day was always your favorite. Not because of going home, but for the golden glow that shone down the school's grounds and the chilly breeze making the leaves rustle.

Eddie almost felt his knees giving up on him upon hearing the lighthearted confession. He had trouble making his mind focus on forming words, his cheeks most likely already as red as a tomato. "You'll be the death of me."

You untangled your arm from him, running your hand down his forearm until your fingers hooked loosely around his own. "Maybe so, but you do love me." Your tone was playful, not aware of how true those words were.

Letting go of his hand, you shrugged off his jacket from your shoulders.

"Yeah…" Eddie breathed out. He took the leather jacket from you and when he draped it back over his shoulders, he was instantly enveloped by your warmth and perfume. His skin was littered with goosebumps, momentarily wishing you'd wear more of his clothes.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" You took a step backward, away from him and towards the parking lot, eyes still big and hopeful.

"I'll be counting the minutes." Eddie smiled sweetly, squinting his eyes because of the sun and only being able to see your silhouette. And he meant it, knowing he wouldn't even be able to sleep properly tonight.

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Eddie did not, in fact, sleep at night.

He felt as if nerves were eating him up from the inside out. Even as he sat on his bed, guitar resting on his lap as he tried to play, he couldn't stop thinking about every possible outcome of him arriving at your house. He wasn't one to worry so much, not about something like this. But he really, really didn't want to mess it up. Eddie knew he wasn't the picture-perfect guy, let alone for you; he wanted to try, though.

And now, as he sat on the driver's seat of his van. Hands clutching the wheel while he stared at the turn that lead to your street; part of him wanted to tuck tail and run back to the safety of his trailer, and the other part of him knew he'd never forgive himself for that.

Eddie sucked in a deep breath and turned the key in the ignition.

The street that led to your house was pretty, surrounded by huge trees of which the round shape made Eddie think of broccoli. They were beautiful nonetheless, shaping the sunlight on the road with the gaps between the many leaves. The neighborhood was quiet, he passed by a few houses which had some kids playing on the sidewalks. It suited you, Eddie thought to himself.

Your house somehow turned out to be all he expected it would. He'd never seen it before today, you handed him the address, written down on paper with calligraphy much better than his. The house was made of dark wood, had two floors, and a big porch right at the front. It was surrounded by nice-looking grass, even if it was due for a trim, and two big trees stood tall on each side of the yard.

Eddie parked by the side of the road, he wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and got out of his van. He wore light blue jeans, a black Metallica shirt, and his black leather jacket. He walked up to your front door rehearsing in his mind everything he would say, while simultaneously giving himself a pep talk.

With a hammering heart, he raised his fist to the wooden door, knocking thrice.

The door opened slowly, and Eddie held onto his breath. Jim Hopper stood in front of him, in casual clothes, it was Saturday anyway. His face wasn't looking too casual though, he had an unreadable frown on his mouth and thick eyebrows. He looked Eddie up and down, making the long-haired boy feel as if he was reading through all his sins.

Eddie cleared his throat, "Hi, I'm Eddi- Edward! Your… daughter invited me over." He averted his eyes and mumbled a curse.

Hopper hummed, leaning against the threshold. "Y/N talked about you, and I'm gonna hear more if I don't let you in, so…" standing aside, Hopper motioned unenthusiastically for Eddie to come in.

Stuffing his hands inside his jacket pockets, Eddie ducked his head and mumbled a "thank you" as he walked through the door. The house felt incredibly cozy inside, being smaller than he thought it would be. A joined kitchen and living room, what he assumed was a door to the bathroom and maybe storage, and the stairs up that most likely lead to the bedrooms. Everything was nicely decorated, some pictures of family memories hanging on the walls that sparked distant envy in Eddie.

The door closed with a thud that made Eddie jump, he glanced over his shoulder and Hopper walked past him, cigarette and lighter in hand as he walked up to a kitchen counter and leaned back onto it. Eddie pursed his lips, praying to whatever entity for you to come and find him already.

Hopper blew out the smoke, the frown never leaving his face. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"

Eddie's eyes went wide and he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. "I uh- don't-" He fidgeted with his rings and put his hands back in his pockets. "No- no intentions sir…" He stuttered, his sentence ending more like a question. Should he be calling him sir?

"We're friends. She's my friend." Eddie nodded, as so to emphasize his words, even if they tasted bitter.

Hopper chuckled humorlessly. "Right." He glanced down and flicked the ash from his cigarette, "guess I'll have to keep an eye on you."

His words were so stern they sent a chill down Eddie's back. Before he could try to answer, they both looked up the stairs, hearing footsteps.

"But you look pretty." Eleven insisted, her hand holding on to yours.

"Are you sure? I feel weird, but maybe it's because I'm not used to it." You grimaced, referring to the new shirt you were wearing.

"I'm sure." Eleven smiled brightly as you both reached the end of the stairs.

You looked away from your sister, your gaze finally meeting your favorite brown eyes. Eddie stood awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and the back of the couch, cheeks flushed and posture rigid. He was adorable. Your eyes lit up in a smile. "Eddie, you're early."

"Hey, sorry I-" he was interrupted by your body colliding with his in a hug. He held you back, both hands over your back as the corner of his lips inevitably tilted up.

"Don't worry, I'm glad, at least we'll have more time." You beamed and pulled back. You looked towards your father with a raised brow. "I hope my dad wasn't too intimidating."

"Oh, we were just getting to know each other." With a full-on smile, Hopper walked up to Eddie and patted his shoulder, hard.

Eddie chuckled nervously, unbalanced from the hand on his shoulder. "Yeah."

Hopper put the cigarette back in his mouth, and with a last look in Eddie's eyes that told the boy everything he needed to know, he walked to the couch and sat down.

A relieved huff left Eddie's lips. He felt your thumb rubbing circles on top of his hand, automatically calming him down.

"You do have pretty eyes." The girl beside you; your sister, Eddie assumed, spoke to him for the first time. He frowned at her words and looked at you with a smirk.

"And that is my sister, Jane." You introduced Eleven quickly, with a mortified smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Eddie." He replied with a kind voice and extended his hand for Eleven to shake.

"Y/N talks a lot about you, she says you make her ha-"

"Okay, Jane?" You spoke loudly over her, feeling your heart dropping to your ass as Eleven spoke about your crush as if it was weather talk. "I think dad could really use some company." With both hands on her shoulders, you guided her towards the couch.

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek to contain a smile, his heart fluttering inside his chest.

"Alright come on." You took Eddie's hand and all but dragged him up the stairs and to your room.

You pushed your bedroom door after you and Eddie walked in, leaving it open with just the tiniest gap. He looked around your room and you sat on the bed, watching him.

Eddie turned on the spot, giving a quick once over to his surroundings. Your room had lilac wallpaper that almost seemed white in the sunlight, there was a desk on one side with your backpack and several school books on top, your cheerleader uniform rested on the chair, folded neatly and several potted plants stood by your windowsill. He knew he stood out like a sore thumb in your world; but looking closely he could see clothes haphazardly hanging on the holder behind your door, used sneakers pushed to the corner of the room beside the wardrobe, and to his surprise, what seemed to be a Bon Jovi tape hiding in the middle of the pile by the drawers.

He had a smug smile when he slowly turned to you. Eddie took the remaining steps in your direction, sitting in front of you on the bed. "So I have pretty eyes huh?"

You groaned, heat coming up your neck and to your cheeks. You averted your eyes as you mumbled; "don't let it go to your head."

Tilting his head to the side, Eddie watched you. "Too late sweetheart."

Something about his tone made your heart jump. Low and soft as if he was in a trance, the words rolling off his tongue easily.

You licked your lips, bringing the bottom one to your teeth momentarily. Glancing up, you caught him staring, the tip of his fingers touching your knee. "Well, it is true."

Any confidence Eddie had, left him as he heard you say it. Compliments were not a thing he received often, or ever. So having someone say that something about him was beautiful felt odd; in a good way. His mouth dried up, feeling your hand touching his. You reached out for him so easily, every time making his heart pump blood at a quicker pace.

His hand closed around yours in a gesture that already belonged to the two of you, thumb brushing over your knuckles. He couldn't put a name to what you two were, not anymore.

You got up then, separating your skin from his when you walked to your desk and picked up a thick book. "Are you sure you still have the time to do it?"

Eddie frowned, you stood in front of him, and from his place sitting on your bed his eyes leveled with the book in your hands, and he remembered why he came; having forgotten about the chemistry book before even going to bed last night.

"Yeah, but I doubt this year will be any different from the other ones, so I wouldn't worry." He shrugged.

There was an annoyed tilt to your eyebrow, you threw to book on the bed beside Eddie and crossed your arms. "Don't say that, you're going to pass Eddie. Third time's the charm, right?"

His throat rumbled with a low chuckle, he tilted his head up, dark brown eyes looking at you with blown wide pupils. "I do hope you're right, princess."

You became acutely aware of how close you were to each other. You standing between his knees and his chin centimeters away from your body. He looked up at you as if you'd hung the stars in the sky, making your skin tickle with goosebumps.

With a dash of confidence; or mostly affection tugging tightly at your heart, you reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, just behind his ears as your thumbs traced the outline of his cheekbones in a bold move.

Eddie went as stiff as a statue before your hands even made contact with him, and all but melted against your touch afterward. Your hands cupped his face with a tenderness no one ever offered to him before, for a split second, tears stung behind his eyes before he pushed them back, closing his eyes. He didn't bother to think about what this meant.

"You'll graduate, and then we'll go to prom and prove everyone wrong before driving away from this town, how's that sound?" You offered, playing with his hair and pushing it back until you could clearly see his jawline and the flushed tip of his ears.

"Fucking perfect." He breathed out, the ghost of a smile on his lips. His eyes remained shut, if this was a dream he never wanted to wake up. Eddie carefully lowered his head, his forehead now resting against your stomach.

You smoothed down his hair in a comforting manner with a hand resting on the back of his head. None of you mentioned the intimacy of the moment.

A minute passed and Eddie tilted his head back to you, getting up from the bed and straightening his jacket. "Let's go, there's a place I want to show you."

Eddie picked up the chemistry book. You smiled, with newfound curiosity making your eyes spark, and followed him to your bedroom door. He held the door open for you, making a show of bowing and extending his hand as he presented the way out.

Eddie won your heart over a little more every day.

You both walked down the stairs. Reaching the living room, you placed a hand on Eddie's forearm. "Wait outside for me, yeah? I'll only be a minute."

He pursed his lips with a smile, opening the front door and walking to his van, keys jingling between his fingers.

You turned around, bracing yourself on the back of the couch where your father was sitting. "We're uh- we're going out for a bit."

Hopper turned his head to look at you, the images from the TV illuminating his eyes. "Alone?"

"No, me and Eddie."

His eyebrows furrowed, and he got up. The way his eyes widened was comical and you held back a giggle. "Yeah, alone with him. I don't think I like the idea of you going out with that guy. Much less alone."

That made a frustrated sigh leave your lips, you rested with your hip against the couch and crossed your arms. "Give him a break, dad, he's actually much nicer and more respectful than any of the other guys at school."

Hopper grumbled under his breath. You managed to hear something about "bad influence."

You rolled your eyes, clenching your jaw while willing yourself to stay calm. You couldn't really blame him for worrying, given your past. "Dad, please listen to me. I'm only asking that you see past his looks, at least this once, he already goes through enough at school. Wasn't he super well-mannered today? Hell, he was even scared of you."

He's thinking, you can see the cogs turning when Hopper looks at you.

"I promise, he's a good guy." You said quietly, smiling softly.

Hopper massaged his forehead with one hand, you knew it was only for show though. "Alright, fine. If you trust him…"

His gruff voice with sincere approval made you beam.

"But if he does something, anything, slightly questionable; you come straight to me, understand?" He pointed a finger at you.

You nodded excitedly, "I always do, you know that."

Hopper sighed; with a calloused hand behind your head, he brought you towards him, planting a quick kiss on your forehead. "Be home before nine."

You closed the front door behind you with unmistakable happiness, skipping on your feet towards Eddie's van.

The long-haired boy looked your way as soon the passenger's door opened, his knee was bumping up and down in anticipation.

"He hates me, right?" Eddie didn't hold your gaze when he spoke, turning the key in the ignition once you were comfortable beside him.

"No, not really," the smile could be heard in your voice. Eddie's hold on the steering wheel was white-knuckled, you placed a hand on his knee to stop it from moving. "I'd go as far as saying he's warming up to you."

Brown eyes turned to you with relief, his smile was tiny and shy. It lit up your heart anyway.

Driving around town with Eddie Munson could easily be described as free therapy for you. The seats on his van were comfortable, windows rolled down to allow wind to make your hair flow. Eddie hummed along with most of the songs playing on his radio, the tone of his voice mixed with Sabbath's guitar solo was becoming your favorite song.

Eddie didn't tell you where he was taking you, making you laugh every time you tried to pry the answer from him. It ended up making things more magical. No destination, just two souls moving in tandem and finding peaceful bliss with each other.

He eventually parked in front of an ice cream parlor. It was small and nicely styled with pastel pink and baby blue colors. The sun started to go down on the horizon, painting the streets and trees around in a deeper shade of orange as the minutes passed.

Even with you insisting on the contrary, Eddie paid for your ice cream. After buying your favorite flavor along with his, you hopped back in his van. He told you this wasn't your final destination yet.

Ten more minutes of driving and you reached a secluded part of Lover's Lake. Eddie parked his van with the back facing the lake, opening the back door of the vehicle so you could sit there comfortably.

The view was easily described as breathtaking. The sun was setting right in front of your eyes, its final rays painting the lake's water with strong shades of orange, yellow, and pink; same as the sky above you. The trees around you were nothing but black silhouettes against the warm light; faded stars could already be seen in the darker parts of the sky, far from the descending sun. It all resembled a painting.

The air was a bit colder, your ice cream was almost completely eaten by now. Eddie sat beside you, his warm shoulder flush to yours, legs swinging by the edge of the van.

"It's so beautiful here." You mused quietly. You'd been to Lover's Lake before, never here though. The place felt like a private hidden spot. Your heartbeat quickened thinking that Eddie was sharing a personal place with you.

"Not as beautiful as you," Eddie said lowly, a boyish grin on his face.

You chuckled, bumping his foot with your sneakers, eating the last bit of your ice cream. "Real smooth, Munson."

Eddie glanced down at his lap, hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "I usually come here to play guitar and shit like that, when the trailer feels too crampy."

A breeze flew by, you turned your eyes to the boy beside you. His curls followed the wind, twisting under his chin and past his shoulders; his gaze was focused on the setting sun in front of him, brown orbs taking in a golden glow. A shiver ran down your spine, feeling privileged for being with him, here and now. For knowing the real Eddie.

Your hand found his own naturally, you intertwined your fingers with his, allowing them to rest on top of his thigh. He looked down at your joined hands, his thumb tracing your skin, then looked up at you; his eyes open and vulnerable.

"Thank you, for bringing me here." You expressed quietly.

Eddie's gaze roamed your features, his lips parted. Leaning in, he kissed your hairline. The touch lingered before he rested his head on top of yours, bringing your cheek to rest on his shoulder.

Labels were a complicated thing. Friends don't hold each other like that, yet it's not like you've kissed his lips yet.

You squeezed his hand, molding your body against his. But you had time, time to figure out what you two were and what you would be.

You knew you were exactly where you wanted to be.

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Week in Review | Oct. 1

Happy October! This month is a really special month for me personally (more on that later). It marks three months on Tumblr! I’m approaching a pretty significant follower milestone (for me) which is really cool. I try to not pay attention to numbers because that’s stressful and I'm trying to treat this as my fun space (and me time), but this milestone made me pause and think about the little community I’ve found here and how special it is to me. To anyone who has left a comment, reblog, like, ask, or message - thank you! You’ve brought some laughter and smiles to my days. My inbox is always open so if you want to say hi please do!

Anyway, here we go with the week in review…

Fics I read this week:

Frankie Morales

The Pilot and His Girl by @avastrasposts - I don't want to spoil what happens in the latest chapter but ahhhh this series is just so so good. But seriously, pack some Kleenex for Chapter 33.

Grocery List by @frenchiereading - I love everything in the Mr. Morales and Miss universe. This is just such cute Frankie fluff.

Delta Palms Tropical Resort by @linzels-blog - You know I love a Triple Frontier AU and I’m so excited to see all of the goings on at the resort run by the boys!

Joel Miller

Body Language by @cupofjoel- Joel shows up at your place with a camcorder and some fun ensues…

Happy Birthday by @trulybetty - Needless to say Joel had a very good birthday this year based on some of the fics I added to my TBR list. However this fic right here?! I was a mess after the first freaking sentence - soft smut is your specialty friend!!

Another entry from @linzels-blog this time in the way of some cute Joel fluff when he attends a parent-teacher conference.

Javier Peña

It's Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest - I was seriously smiling the whole time I read this latest chapter. If you’re looking for a softer Javi (who is still spicy, can’t take that part out of him), then this is such a great read!

What Do We Have Here? by @secretelephanttattoo - We get a little more insight into what Javi’s relationship with Elisa could have been like. I loved all of the references to the show.

Drenched by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin Javi comes home from work sweaty (hello sweaty curls sticking to the back of his neck) and he and reader both end up drenched. 😉

Marcus Pike

Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo - Reader is a photographer tasked with taking headshots at the FBI office. Marcus is so freaking cute in this.

Dieter Bravo

Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings is a staple on this list and the only Dieter fic I’m consistently reading at the moment. Sounds like we may need to form a support group based on what may be happening in the upcoming chapters, but I am ready.

Fun Posts

Dieter and @morallyinept were back this week dishing out some self-care advice. I seriously love the way Jett puts these posts together, they make me laugh and think.

I shared some of my favorite things on this post, which also included some photos I've taken.

Feral corner:

Joel’s birthday coupled with photos of Pedro on the picket line kept the feral corner well occupied this week. I mean, look at him. I don't even care how he ties his shoes because he's adorable no matter what.

I found there’s a name for the affliction that I and many of us suffer from - Chronic Pascalitis. There are ways to lessen the symptoms, although do you really want that?

Also, the Pike Puddle is getting deeper thanks to posts like this and like this.

Can we also appreciate how beautiful this photo of Pedro is from earlier this year when we appeared on Seth Meyers' show?!

Things I watched:

I started watching this show on Max called Mosaic featuring Garrett Hedlund. It’s been interesting so far, I’m only about halfway through. There was an episode where looked like Benny and I about lost my damn mind.

Personal Update

This month is a really special month for me personally - my daughter was born in October, we rescued our dog in October, and we got married in October. Needless to say, there’s a lot to celebrate but it also has me in my feels as I sit back and reflect on a lot of things.

The past two years and the transition to becoming a mom has been hard and I’m a work in progress on that front every single day. But we've made it and I'm pretty lucky to have the independent, fearless, and hilarious little girl that I do.

My parents have been in town for the past couple of days to celebrate my daughter’s birthday. As a result, my husband and I get to take advantage of some free babysitting help and are doing a little overnight trip. It’s an early anniversary present for us to stay at one of the on-site hotels at Universal and go to Halloween Horror Nights for the night. Yay I get to see Joel and the TLOU house again!

Aside from that, we have some fun things planned this week. I’m excited for the weekend when I get to go see A Strange Way of Life in theaters! I’ll be sure to include a spoiler-free review here next week!

Fic updates:

I should have the next chapter of Working Title out soon. Thank you to those who have listened to me rant and ramble on about it. I’ve been struggling with the latest chapter. Once I get that out then I’ll work on Delta Landscaping - Will and Katie go on their date, but we also have Friday night plans for the others too. I also shared a little tease about a new neighbor coming to Mule Fall Court.

Thanks as always for reading my ramblings, I hope you have an awesome week!

#rhoorl week in review #rhoorl #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfic

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legendary-pink-dot · 7 months

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The Catfish Pond PhD Degree Program: Module 3: The Khakis

This module is all about our favorite item of Frankie clothing. 👀

Questions for the class:

How many pairs do you think he brought with him on the mission?

Do you think he brought them all himself, or did Santiago have a few pairs ready for him in Storage Container HQ?

If you chose the latter option for question 2, what's your explanation for how Santi knows Frankie's exact and current clothing sizes?

Here are some visual reference for these questions. In some scenes they look like a darker fabric (more than just different lighting), and they seem to fit differently from scene to scene too.

I'm disappointed in Frankie for wearing cotton on a mission, especially in a jungle area where it was very likely to be raining. He knows better! And how did those pants dry so fast in the 10 minutes he was in Lorea's house? They're wet when he's in the kitchen zip-tying the guard, but dry by the time he's upstairs a few minutes later. Not even synthetic Dri-Fit dries that fast!

Anyways... discuss!

Paging full-time degree program students @goodwithcheese @rhoorl @for-a-longlongtime @secretelephanttattoo @imalrightllama @youandmeand5bucks @basicoccult @pedrit0-pascalit0 @maggiemayhemnj @rifflovesjoey @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @intheorangebedroom @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @avastrasposts @tinytinymenace @harriedandharassed (apologies if I've left anyone out!)

#the catfish pond degree program #frankie morales khaki pants supremacy #triple frontier silliness

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auburnitzy · 18 days

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Sorry for your loss

But is it ok if you can answer my question

If so here...

What is Nawa's zodiac sign?

How would Nawa react if she met Yue my oc?

How did her hair color change?

Why does her forehead have a moon?

- no idea about the zodiac sign 😔 i haven't even given her a birthday 🥹

- staaaaare. there's this thing where filipinos stare at something unusual or something they haven't seen. the staring isn't done out of malice though, she's just curious. how does yue's ability work? can it affect aromantic people? can one overdose on love? it turns the gears in her mind and she wants to study you up close. uuuup close.

- spoiler territory,,, but when she unlocked her instincts and remembered everything, it basically reawakened something. the white hair is like an immunity response. we go back to this spoiler i posted back:

but yeah, i feel like i've spoiled moonstruck and the ever-changing tides 🥹, so that's all i can explain atm

- the moon is her family's connection to mayari/haliya. all people who were descended from her have it, the visibility just depends on their choice. people in the philippines view her as a heretic, so they don't really choose to have them. nawa however,, she chooses to have it because of her heritage and her autonomy, and also because she doesn't know about what happened (referring to the ever-changing tides) yet.

#☆ rambling ☆#☆ lore 2024 ☆#☆ asks ☆

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nerdieforpedro · 15 days

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WIP Wednesday and Thursday

I made a graphic for them I do these so often. 😆

This one will be a bit different from other WIP Wednesday. I’m going to give a brief overview of each one of my WIPs. (There are a lot, not all of them are on Tumblr, I’ll mention which ones are.)

I was tagged by @secretelephanttattoo @trulybetty @fhatbhabie ❤️ and @rhoorl I think. I feel like I mostly got it right. 😂

“This is the Neighborhood Din” My modern Din Djarin AU with a human Grogu (affectionately called Little G). Three chapters are up so far and four is almost done. I’m having a lot of fun writing it (outside of chapter two - Domestic Violence warning on that one.) I’m introducing different Star Wars characters each chapter and their interconnected relationships while keeping with my silly brand of humor. Know that Johnnie Mae is the MVP.

“Weddings 101 with Dieter” A series near and dear to me as with this series I really doubled down on writing Dieter Bravo overall as well as my delusional belief that I am somehow a comedy writer. Maya and Dieter are a hot mess, I love Daisy, Dieter’s trusty goat and that this series is the crazy ridiculous rom-com I wanna see. ❤️ Also I made Oscar Isaac have imaginary beef with Dieter and am having way too much fun writing it. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine loves this series and I love her for loving it. 🥰

“The Lake Between Us” My sleepy, dreamy series with Ezra. He has an airboat, he has a house across of the OFC’s on a lake. He cooks gumbo in a tank top. This series was inspired by Ezra cooking (I dunno why) and turned into an eight part series on two people growing closer. There’s two interludes (I’m scrapping the third one - thanks to @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for beta reading filth. This is the one time it doesn’t fit lol)

“Only Pieces of You Mr. Morales” My angsty sensual (also has a lot of sex because it’s Frankie) short series I created on a whim last week. I finally was able to write for Frankie this year outside of prompts. 👀 I describe different parts of Frankie’s body each Friday. I put out (pfft) two drabbles on Fridays. It’s a friends to friends to benefits to them figuring it all out. Maybe because I put Frankie through the wringer to much is why when I put Frankie drabbles in @i-own-loki ‘s box, she thinks I’m harming the man. 😭 I love Frankie I swear!

“Our Journey Across the Star Ocean” My fluffy Din series where you and Din (especially) are super awkward, very sweet and idiots. Three tropes I love. I have two parts and I’m working on a third. I’m not sure how long this one will be. On the shorter side for sure. Fluff for @grogusmum and @604to647

“Come away with me Angel” This is my Benny series I finally tossed out into the world. There’s only one part but I am working on part two. Friends to lovers and one house I guess as far as tropes go. I see to have a thing with cooking because so far in chapter two Benny is cooking shirtless. @rhoorl and @musings-of-a-rose we’ll need to discuss this.

“Post Apocalyptic Fluff and Stuff” This is @maggiemayhemnj ‘s brain child. She told me I made up a genre of post apocalyptic fluff so we’re going to have more. The stuff refers to darker topics because it is an apocalypse, but 80% fluff. I’ll have emoji indicators.

Unposted Planned Series:

“A Safe Place for Us” is what happens when I think on an obsessive baby daddy Dieter I wrote for a spring prompt because what else goes with a brick house am I right?! No? Well, it’s what we’re getting. Eventually. After Weddings 101. They’re not connected, different OFC and I have all sorts of silly titles.

“Therapy for the Well Adjusted” If there’s someone who is going to be put through the wringer, it’s Marcus Pike. He has an incident at work where he needs to take some time off. Because he’s Pike, he seeks out a therapist. After a miss or two, he vibes with Dr. Mint. The OFC has a longer road to therapy met with therapists whose vibes are way off and also no one needs to touch your Cakatoo. Ever. Not a euphemism an actual bird. Eventually, the OFC finds Dr. Julip. Both doctors share a practice. Nerdie style hijinks ensue. Inspired by a Marcus mini-series I made in my Spring Prompts and my own experiences with therapy.

“So Fairy not Jedi?” Din and Grogu meet a fairy warrior. Possibly might be a soulmate AU too? Din’s having all the AUs Working title just vibes. Expect it to be weird, wild and hopefully wonderful.

“It’s not all bad right cariño?” Javier Peña, the elusive, owner of aviators and the amplifier behind them. I had thoughts about him being in an AU in Loredo post Narcos as a sheriff and his interactions with a lawyer from the DA’s office Thalia. Since I haven’t given Javier much other than major angst, pickles, guava and a lot of fingers (the former DEA agent knows what I mean), I can give him a little bit of silly and something sweet. Also just vibes, but I have bullet points. Dancing and yellow jasmine.

“Ezra as a sex worker” Bullet points. Sometimes you just have him hold you, sometimes he talks the entire time but it’s fine because he sounds like sipping warm bourbon while sitting on an over stuffed chair with your feet propped up and it’s massaging all your limbs. Ezra does wonder why you don’t actually come here for sex but he’s getting paid for his time so he can keep that to himself. Until he’s in one of his rambles and asks. A cascade of events occur and he’s living in your house later. Still cooking because I always want Ezra to cook. Pfft.

Feel free to send me an ask or drop a comment about any of these. I think about them all way too much. 🤣🤣

As I was asked by @for-a-longlongtime earlier this week when talking her ear off about something, “How many words do you even write per week?!” 🙃🙃 I have no idea. It’s a lot. Maybe 2-3k but given what I post per week that feels low. It’s a compulsion at this point.

We’re at the end, thanks for reading this far! 💜💜💜

NPT: @undercoverpena-fics @megamindsecretlair @saturn-rings-writes @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @schnarfer @wannab-urs @connectioneverywhere @inept-the-magnificent @covetyou @gemmahale @goodwithcheese @lady-bess @morallyinept @trulybetty @alltheglitterandtheroar @alltheotps @slippinninque @magpiepills @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @laurfilijames @yorksgirl @julesonrecord @djarinmuse @paulmescal-s @tinytinymenace @pedroshotwifey

#wip #wip wednesday #wip thursday #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #so many thoughts #so many wips #din djarin #joel miller #pedro pascal #frankie morales #dieter bravo #javier pena fanfiction #ezra prospect #marcus pike

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ratwavegamehouse · 1 month

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Doing work on This is Your Lifepath season 2 has got me thinking about lists of inspirations again. So I rounded up some lists in upcoming projects.

(Ritual Magic for Besties isn't here as its bibliography is fairly short and more explanatory rather than list-y, also like it comes out later this month so you can just wait)

PSYCHODUNGEON

The games listed are primarily about mechanical influence (which is why they're mostly a very large slice of Belonging outside Belonging games). Big exceptions are Subway Runner and DD.TV which are both there for post-dungeon fantasy influence. ACWtM is there for the influence on the asymmetric roles, which are a divergence from how BoB setting elements tend to work, and so my own Fear the Taste of Blood is there because working on that is how I understood that element better.

Probably should clarify Moonstruck is the comic (as like loose setting influence) rather than the film (which bangs but doesn't relate much to PSYCHODUNGEON).

NHSmackdown is a wrestling/performance art show by a friend of mine which was focused on being a nurse. The influence is in how it got me reflecting on being trapped in job which is nominally doing good but isn't protecting you and is honestly actively harming you.

Nemesis Revealed

Nemesis Revealed is a storytelling game of great rivals, where you play someone's nemesis, their dark counterpart and follow their story. It has multiple playsets which frame a different hero to create your nemesis in opposition to.

So the game influences are either in mechanics or in the structure of a book basically. Whereas the other section primarily focuses on specific influences for different playsets (there's a sort of conventional street level superhero, a gender-twisty tokusatsu inspired story, as well as strange space knights and near-distant future mecha crews). It's a scattershot and probably reads very opaque without context (I think that's how all my bibliography lists look which is probably why I place them at the back, where a reader will find them already armed with context, rather than at the start as a taste setter).

Transgender Deathmatch Legend II: Grand Slam

TDL2 actually has two separate lists. There's a traditional bibliography. I referenced my own work I've drawn on because it seems honest. Fox in the Forest is there for influencing the original mechanic. Hieronymus influenced how i wanted the shape of the book to be. Stealing the Throne influenced some non-fighting mechanics.

The other references are more for how they influenced specific scenarios (like one is loosely Raid inspired but turned into smashing up a GIC, while another is a direct Warriors-riff).

I included the Party of One episode i did cause it helped clarify how i felt about the game. British lads hitting each other with chairs is there because it's a mood.

Sh!t Theatre Drink Rum with Expats was a fringe theatre show I did set up for and it ended up influenced the content of a work-in-progress show I did called Crossface (which was a wrestling inspired character comedy performance drama). Some of the content for Crossface has been recycled into some personal essays I have in the book. So paying tribute to that root felt important.

But before that section TDL also has a Recommended Reading list. It's mainly stuff that I think conveys what's enjoyable about wrestling. I wouldn't say everything was a direct inspiration, but if you read the book and played the game and wanted to know more about wrestling; there's a little roadmap in the book.

(Though being serious this appendix is obviously super subject to change before release if anything horrific comes out about anyone featured, obviously the danger in recommending any wrestling tbh)

#game design #indie ttrpg #ttrpg #is this a preview of any of these games?#I have no idea #but hey maybe it gets you excited #even just to understand why this shit is there #time flies doesn't have a full list yet because the game still has a lot more writing to go #so anything i could share would be incomplete and i don't think a useful glimpse

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 1 year

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Vi vi vi I need to know immediately you saw a girl so pretty you FAINTED????

Re: the authors note on beloved- You canNOT say that you saw a girl so pretty you fainted and not tell us the story. Come on! Please 🥺(from @neil-kumiko)

be the violet

you are a young college drop out of twenty carrying around a mound of student debt and and an undiagnosed heart condition.

(This condition is called POTS, aka Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome aka Stand Up Fall Down Disease

What this means is that your body is unequipped to handle any disruption to its homeostasis without having a very petulant fit, dropping your blood pressure into the abyss, and removing all the blood from your brain. this is, as i'm sure you've guessed, not good. I'm sure you can see where this is going.)

so off you fuck to find someone willing to hire your squirrelly barely-medicated ass, and you wind up working in a Store, which we will call, for the sake of anonymity, Gollar Deneral. Gollar Deneral does not require any references nor physical aptitude confirmation, which sucks for them because they just hired the modern equivalent of a tight-laced victorian maiden with consumption

you are a cashier in this store (tho at Gollar Deneral, as I'm sure you are aware, that means you are an "everything" at this store). you are also autistic, and hate every brain-melting hell-screaming minute of this exercise in human restraint. to conserve even one or two of the veritable cutlery drawer of spoons it takes to do this job, you do not make eye contact unless strictly necessary

this will be your undoing

things that count as "disruption of homeostasis" to your shoddy meatsuit are what other bodies would describe as 'piddly little bitch tasks.' moving too quickly from one position to another, falling asleep too quickly, any amount of sweating or heat. this includes rapid increases in your heart BPM

you greet the customer but do not look at her. you finish scanning her items, briefly glance up for your customary microsecond of eye contact, and-

the room

starts

spinning

This, as you know, being me, is the alarm that POTS helpfully sets off seconds before disaster. "Sit down immediately!" says POTS, in the language of blacking out and your tongue going numb

Flutter flutter, says your heart, which in this body is a category five hurricane of an emergency

you see, this woman who has stopped at the register, is the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. her hair is obsidian black and shot through with dark browns and silvers, making it look like a three dimension river of soil, an Oread in the flesh. Her skin is the warm gold-brown of patina-ed oak wood, and she's wearing a matching leggings + coat + hat combo in dark purple wool, looking like she stepping out of a fairytale.

And you, since you are me, are very, very gay.

she furrows her brows at your sudden slack jawed silence, because the thing about not having blood in your brain is that your brain does not work when there's no blood in it

"Are you okay?" she says, setting her bare hand on your arm.

Congrats!

You are now unconscious.

When you are done doing your very impressive washed-up-jellyfish impression on the floor behind the counter and come to, your boss is already standing over you, having called an ambulance for your gay ass before you rejoined the landing of the living.

And the Night Angel, the Mountain Siren, she slumps in relief ("a kind heart! truly the most perfect woman to ever live!" says the part of your brain that has become a blithering moron in the face of pretty girl) and smiles (soft!! benevolent!! moonstruck in her light you are!)

"I'm so glad you're okay."

She does not wait for you to respond before leaving, which is good, because you almost fainted again there, just a little, and now you're revisiting the problem with brains and lack of blood again, you know how it is.

The EMTs arrive, and you spend the next twenty minutes trying to avoid admitting that the reason you had the organic version of a blue screen of death because you were, literally, too gay to function

#violet.txt

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barrenclan · 2 months

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Given that you’re a fan of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, do you have any ideas for a song/songs that would fit any character/s?

OH BOY! Absolutely! :D Here's a few;

"You Stupid Bitch" is obviously a perfect Slugpelt song; that kind of self-deprecation, especially the kind of sardonic hatred that it personifies. With the lyrics about Josh I can also imagine it taking place directly post-Cashew abandoning her.

"You ruined everything You stupid bitch You ruined everything You stupid, stupid bitch"

"Yes, Josh completes me, but how can that be When there's no me left to complete"

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Hilariously, I can kinda imagine "After Everything I've Done For You" as a Ranger to Rainhaze song? Although not all of the lyrics fit I really like the tone of Ranger singing 'how dare you be so ungrateful, for me ruining your life'. It'd also pretty Dustfeather pretty well.

"After everything I've done for you (That I didn't ask for) Do you have any idea The work you're undoing?"

"What's that look on your face? You're horrified You think I'm a monster For doing your dirty work You think love is stainless and pure But beneath all the fantasy There's filth and there's gore"

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And then as a complete joke how about "Let's Have Intercourse" with Deepdark. What a charmer! He's so early-season Nathanielcore.

I'm not adding lyrics... just listen to the song.

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Yes, The Nowhere King is already on the PATFW playlist!

I do appreciate a good FNAF song, especially since Pizzaria is my second favorite game. (SL is first.) Hm, this one is interesting! I can see it fitting Rainhaze pretty well...

"It's a bright new day, and it's your time to shine Time to take your career into your own hands Spend all your money and the stars, they will align"

"Wait, I hear voices on every side And I wonder where And I wonder why Where do they hide?"

"I'm sorry, you've been misinformed This is just a never-ending labyrinth and nothing more Endless circles of fear Chasing cries of children that seem so near Out of reach, you will never find them Don't you see? This is where your story ends"

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I can see it!

"Can't pick them out Can't press them in I'll never hide my scars"

"One unsheathed knife must glint In an alternate timeline's light One rust-ridden blade juts out Of a friendly moonstruck shape" <- I love this turn of phrase

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We got a sleep motif reference boys! Pack it in!

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Oh yeah! I've seen this song used for good PMVs before. I like this kind of music with Rainhaze, too; that stomp-clamp indie kind of sound.

"If they find the body in the basement In the very house that she was raised in" <- ohh......

"So when we get the sign From God I'll be the first to call them I'm taking back the number of the beast"

"Should I choose a noble occupation? If I did I'd only show up late and sick And they would stare at me with hatred"

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Oh gosh yeah I do remember being a little confused by that ask. So ominous! But I agree, it's fitting for him.

"I roam these halls, search the night In hopes that I may see A remnant trace, a glimpse of you"

"There and then, I should have known It was me all along Nevermore to leave here Nevermore to leave here My love is the killing kind"

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Rainhaze has this wonderful effect on people's brains where instead of Thoughts there is Rainhaze. Definitely adding "Her Sinking Sun" to the playlist.

"Torn apart from everyone Her sinking sun I watch it die"

"Animals begging to eat They can't survive Not meant to be"

"Flowers of skin and bone We're all alone Waiting to die"

"Water rushes through my heart It's torn apart By yr trusting eyes"

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That's a cute idea, I like it! Well, not cute all the way, but you know what I mean. Or in another way... Pinepaw looking for Asphodelpaw after she disappears. A shorter timeline, but maybe more accurate to the song.

"Have you seen my sister, Evelyn? Dang, she's gone and wandered off again! I've been lookin' high and low Where oh where'd my sister go?"

"Is she studyin' Kabala? Did she win a million dollars? Or is she dead in a ditch somewhere?"

Boooo I ran out of links fuck you tumblr

#ask #music #rainhaze #defiance #deepdark #slugpelt #ranger #pinepaw #asphodelpaw

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for-a-longlongtime · 7 months

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Songs and musings in the Key of Peña-Rockford

(Those gun holsters have me all fucked up. Seriously.)

I warned y'all about how obsessive my hyperfocus can get, right? Damn ADHD. The choke hold (all the puns intended) that this fic idea has on me is unreal, haha. But all of your comments and encouragements about this Rockford Pena WIP are making me so happy and relieving some of the stress I feel about writing it - thank you! I don't have another snippet to share just yet (so I hope this post isn't too much of a cock tease), but since I always love to read about character thots and writing processes (e.g. the extra posts by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings about her Destiny & Deliverance series, and @gracieispunk with her White Lotus posts), I figured I'd post a little update with some musings and songs I'm associating with this fic.

My Spotify currently is curated by @sin-djarin, who somehow knew just the right songs that relate to this WIP. Particularly these three tracks are on constant repeat. Going back and forth with her about little things that come up, or question ‘why this and not’ has been so much fun really. It makes me giddy because it turns the fic into something collaborative rather than just something from the inside of my brain, you know?

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Whisper - Morphine

I included this track the other day already with the WIP snippet; it’s sexy and slow and that bass line really gets to me, then the saxophone ups it even more. @sin-djarin sent me several Morphine songs (I have to admit that somehow I wasn’t familiar with them) but this one stands out. The push and pull that’s happening in the lyrics is also delicious, and a lot of it feels like it’s coming from Rockford’s POV about Javi - that’s all I’ll say about it for now.

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A Perfect Twist - Mike Patton

This song has an exuberant, rather bombastic vibe to it that I would’ve never associated with anything related to Peña. Although, those lyrics... they are definitely about brat taming.

I'll bend you over my knee Let's see what you can take You're never gonna break

And I'll squeeze that noose a little tighter Breathing like a snake How much can you take? You're never gonna break

And I'll turn those screws a little tighter You can hardly wait You're never gonna break

Just one more twist of the pliers Got you on the brink How much can you take? You're never gonna break

There’s something about the dizzying tune and pace that somehow evokes the noir-like Rockford vibes in the Merge Mansion clips, laced with liquor and cigarette smoke and things spinning kinda out of control.

Wait who said Masquerade Mansion? 🎭

In relation to these two?

Shhhh let’s pretend you didn’t see that. Keep your eyes wide shut. 🎭

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Broad Daylight - Gabriel Rios

This is the only song that suddenly came to me re: this fic, and I was all… the fuck is this. I like the song, it's catchy, but it just didn’t make any sense to me with regard to Javi and Tim. The only thing I could think of in relation to the track was maybe a vague reference of Peña getting caught up with Los Pepes, things that were done in the dark and shouldn't come out in the daylight:

Back in the old days, tight like a fight Used to hang with the devil in the broad daylight

But still, it puzzled me. I think something in one of the Morphine songs musically led me to Broad Daylight, weird as that may sound. After way too many replays of that song (and @sin-djarin joking about 'what are those Polaroids Tim has on Javi?', since the song mentions polaroids), the relevance of the song finally clicked with me;

Look at you shaking you can't find his plight Got you scared of ghosts in the dead of night While you're making up stories trying to make it ok He'll be bringing them in to let them out and play In the broad daylight

We'll see how it goes from there.

At some point, there's also going to be a bit of Marcus Pike in the fic (pancakes!). I have to be honest - I don’t really read a lot of Marcus!fic, so I’ve been trying to figure out how he fits in and some of his character traits etc. But the wonderful @secretelephanttattoo was very quick to offer me some insights about Marcus that I needed! Go read it here.

TBH, I had absolutely not planned to write anything about Peña any time soon, because why I love him in canon and in the many fics I've read, I didn't exactly feel like I had a good enough handle on writing something about him that has some plot rather than just fucking. But then this fic idea popped up. If there's anyone who knows him really well, it's @goodwithcheese (you'd better be reading her incredible new story Paranoid Heart about Javi!). So I dropped some questions and fortunately she was totally up for some character chat right here, which is really helping me figure out some things. Thank you babe, and I hope more people will contribute thots to your 1K Celebration Confessional about their sins!

Also, I've been trying to put a time and place to the fic, but I've decided to not get too hung up about that because it's really not literature but Fic/Porn With Plot. It doesn't all have to make sense. But in case you're curious, I'm leaning towards this taking place in the US in recent enough times that smartphones are a thing.

Age wise, I'm seeing Tim Rockford as being 48/50 years old probably. Javier is about 40, 41 years old - just to give you an idea of 'which Javi' I'm looking at, I've got a sense of him as he is in Narcos S2 around episode 4-9, after Carillo is murdered, and Berna takes him to see Judy Moncada.

Reader insert (I know, I haven't spoken a lot about her yet!) is probably about 40 years old too. And finally, Marcus Pike is give r take about 37 years old, which corresponds with his Mentalist appearance.

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BTW, I came across an edit that had all of the Tim Rockford bits from the ads without the additional stuff. A whopping total of 48 seconds. Man, I hope that Pedro is aware of how fucked up he has us about Rockford with less than a minute of his acting. Even my wife said 'I would totally watch a show or movie based on this character' when I played the Merge Mansion ads for her.

Finally, here's a video of Pedro talking about "real fantasy fullfillment in terms of getting to immerse yourself in an experience" and how he "loves being a detective, that's fantasy fullfilment for me" re: the Merge Mansion event day.

*hits replay*

Say 'fantasy fullfillment' one more time? Respectfully.

Like I said, I hope he knows how fucked up he has us all about Rockford. I sure am glad he did these ads and whatever he got paid, it sure wasn't enough.

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Updated tag list (comment if you want to be added, or if I added you by accident!) based on folks who commented/reblogged on the prev posts:

@sin-djarin @legendary-pink-dot @imalrightllama @secretelephanttattoo @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @trulybetty @goodwithcheese @linzels-blog @rifflovesjoey @maggiemayhemnj @magpiepills @youandmeand5bucks @morallyinept @5oh5 @missredherring @avastrasposts @anavatazes @imaswellkid @pedrit0-pascalit0 @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @survivingandenduring @boliv-jenta @prolix-yuy @sheepdogchick3 @inept-the-magnificent @northernwindd @alltheglitterandtheroar @readingiskeepingmegoing @txlady37 @rebel-held @alwaysmicado @heareball @clawdee @covetyou @bellsbluebrd @alltheglitterandtheroar @axshadows @casa-boiardi @bastardmandennis @stealyourblorbos @chronically-ghosted @katw474 @beabliss @nerdieforpedro

I don't know why some usernames don't seem to link when I try to tag them, btw. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to fix this?

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