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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 6 months

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Low Days

I’ve changed my format and things around cause I like it better that way :D

I think I’ll keep this font for different One Shots like this and keep the normal one for Halstead sister one shots.

I think I’ll be able to finish the day I start it as well. And sorry if there’s horrible grammar I wrote this on my phone😭

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Summary: Your Matt’s sister and There’s a hostage situation in the hosue

Warnings: Guns, Hostage situation, mentions of Hospitals, Mentions of death, seizures Small Cursing ~and I think that’s all~

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Ever since you were young your older brother Matt has looked after you, along with the rest of the people at 51.

You never really minded staying at the house most of the day. Whenever you weren’t at school you were there and whenever you got off of school you were there.

Everyone spoiled you most of the time. Violet, Stella and Sylvie made sure to spend some girl time with you. Either going out for milkshakes or just talking about drama in or school or boys .And the others spent some time with you and they all were special to you in their own way.

Whenever the truck was gone Kelly, Herman or boden would watch you. If everyone had to go then they would take you with them and you would wait in the engine.

“Y/n have you done your homework?” Your brother said. “Yeah I emailed my teacher that I finished it.” You were gone for about a week due to being sick. It was late October and of course it’s flu season so you were bound to get it.

Just then Matt’s phone went off. “Hey y/n go get something to eat or drink your sugar is low” your brother said as his phone lit up with a notification. Yeah you had type 1 diabetes, you got diagnosed at 10 after your sugar had dropped dramatically while everyone was on call and they had found you in the truck practically life less.

“Alright I’ll be right back-“ About 10 guys barged into the station holding guns screaming at everyone who was in their sight.

“EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW. GET RID PF EVERYTHING, PHONES, WATCHES,ANYTHING YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKETS” one of guys he looked like the leader.

Matt dragged you to the ground and pushed you towards everyone else who was in the main area where the trucks were ~idk what it’s called~

“Hey you put give me your phone now.” One of the guys spat at you. You shook your head in fear. Before he could lunge at you Kelly got in front of you. “She has diabetes she needs her phone.” Kelly spoke. “Diabetes are the least of her worries now. Hand it over.” Kelly and Matt gave you a look. You slid your phone across the floor. Matt read your face and could see that you were worried. “I promise I’ll your glucose meter” Matt reassured you.

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4 hours, you add the crew have been held hostage for 4 hours now. CPD has been trying to talk to the leader of this and he was finally arrested . The last number your blood sugar had been at was. 58 and you could tell it was dropping.

“Y/n I need you to stay awake for a little bit longer, okay?” Matt cooed. “Just a small nap” you leaned onto Kelly’s shoulder sleep pulling you in.

Sylvie had ran to your to your drawer that was in the office that contained all of your stuff and grabbed your glucagon and ran back to you.

“What’s her number?” Sylvie asked while opening the bright Red box. Kelly read your phone screen. “29 and it’s dropping.”

“Hey Y/n, I’m gonna test you alright?” Sylvie says. Before she could even test you, you started pulling away.

“She’s having a seizure, roll her on her side, Stella go get nasal spray from the cabinet inside the rig” Sylvie spoke fast and Stella nodded and ran quickly.

“You’re okay Y/n, you’re okay” Matt said.

“Does she need to go the hospital?” Jay walked over to everyone. “No, not unless her blood sugar goes down to where I can’t control it. Stella returned with the nasal spray and Sylvie sprayed it into your nose.

As you stopped seizing, Matt immediately went by your side “see you’re all good now, we’re gonna make you feel better, then we can go wherever you like you just have to stay with me” Matt said as he rubbed your back.

“Truck 81, Ambo 16. Reports of child stuck on roof”

“Go, I’ll watch after her with them” Jay was like your brother, whenever you couldn’t make it to the station after school because it was snowing or too cold, you would be at the district and hang out with everyone there. Jay would make sure he would give you food, get your homework done, and would make sure your sugar didn’t get to low or high”

Matt have instructions right beofre he wa about to leave “If her sugar drops to 50 or below again after giving her the Glucagon take her-“ “to the hospital and she has another seizure take her to the hospital and keep her in her side. I know the drill man, I got her” Jay had been through this about Three or two times. “Thanks Jay”

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Your eyes flutter open but you shut them again because of the bright lights overhead. You soon adjusted to the light and realized you were on the couch in the break room. You looked around and saw Herman, Kelly and Jay talking together. What the hell happened?

“What the hell happened, where is everyone” You muttered. The three men immediately turned to you

“First of all language, second, your blood sugar dropped while we were in the whole hostage situation and you had a seizure” Kelly spoke

“What was it at?” You cried “29 was last I knew of” Jay picked his phone to see what your number were at now. “Atleast I got a new record” you dorsally celebrate. “I can see your humor hasn’t gone away” Herman laughed.

“Where’s Matt” Matt was usually with you after you had a low and you felt exhausted afterwards. “He’s on a call now everyone else should be back soon since it was something small”

“Can I have like pretzels or something I’m really hungry”You begged “you know the drill y/n you have to have something sweet that’s a drink or a snack.” Jay pointed out. “well can I have Gatorade?” Gatorade was your all time favorite when you were low. “we’re out of Gatorade, since we didn’t go grocery shopping last week. But you can have apple juice” Kelly compromised“well not my favorite but I’ll take it”You shrugged

Kelly walks over to the fridge and retrieves your juice and hands to you. “I almost just died can someone help me open this”

“First of all, don’t say that because of a Matt was around he would freak and yes we’ll help you open it.” Jay laughs as he takes the box from you.

“I’m gonna take a nap, I’m exhausted from today” You pulled the blanket you had on closer. “Wake me if someone brings me food,I love food”

“Yes princess Y/n”

Surprise y’all I posted, apologies for not posting last month. Now I can get onto requests and my other one shot that only need about 200 more words and it’ll post.

Thank you so much for read and I love y’all

-Lia

#chicago pd #halstead brothers #jay halstead #chicago #halstead sister #x reader #hospital mention tw #one chicago #will halstead #chicago med #chicago fire #illinois

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sbk-zgvlt · 11 months

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Grgrgrgr thinking about the inherent tension between Lilia and Baul. Like. Idk, I think the Neige and Sebek thread sparked this thought but. Lilia and Baul had to have worked together tbh (and I think Baul’s gonna appear. Like I think that’s unavoidable. Maybe not in the main story (should be in the main story tbh/hj) but maybe in a Briar Valley event?

Anyway Lilia adopting Silver and slowly falling out with Baul because he’s just so judgmental. This is a baby, it’s not a monstrosity or w/e. Anyway he ends up distancing himself from Baul reluctantly while Mr and Mrs Zigvolt (forgot your hc names and I’m two paragraphs in, sue me/lh) help him with Silver.

And then Mrs Zigvolt gets pregnant/has an egg/whatever again.

Perhaps it’s sort of Lilia’s fault that Sebek grows up around his grandfather? Perhaps he thought that if he could change because of a little bundle of human joy, a little bundle of half-human half-fairy joy could do the same for Baul. Perhaps Lilia encouraged Sebek’s parents to get Baul to help raise Sebek after being somewhat out-of-touch with Sebek’s siblings.

But then it doesn’t work. And by the time they realize Baul didn’t change and Sebek’s reflecting him he’s already got the bad mindset ingrained in him. So Lilia decides to have him over to hang out with Silver more.

It curbs it, yes, but not as much as they’d like. Sebek’s still got the bad mindset, he’s just less… cruel about it? Something. Idk.

And all of this because Lilia wanted to rebuild a bond with someone he was so close with

This was kinda just me word vomiting but :(! Idk

OH MY GODDD Lilia being a huge contributor to how Sebek is in the present.

You think that Lilia lowkey resents Baul for how he strained their relationship over his own prejudice? This resentment becomes worse when Esme has another child, and Baul never dares to be in the same room as the young, innocent egg swaddled in blankets.

But one day, Lilia spots him in Sebek's room, hand a few centimeters above Sebek's egg, but not really touching. He looks unsure. Scared. Vulnerable. And Lilia thinks, "Oh." There's hope.

So, he tries to get Esme and Lidaeus to drop off Sebek by Baul's from time to time. They reluctantly say yes, looking over at Sebek's egg with some concern. Then, Sebek hatches.

And he inherits everything from his father.

Before, Baul voiced out his dislike for Sylvie and Soleil. Now, he refuses to even look at Sebek at all. The resentment returns, but Lilia can't let go of the Baul that looked at Sebek's egg with an adoring look in his mind. So, he gives him another chance. He tells Esme and Lidaeus to leave Sebek by Baul's whenever they're too busy or out of town.

And they're always busy.

By the time Lilia has realized that his friend will always be stuck living in the old times, Sebek has already taken after Baul. His smug smirk. His passionate fire. His way with words.

And his hatred for all things human.

But all Lilia sees is wrong. Because Sebek is just a kid. A half-fae, half-human kid. Who hates a part of himself that he can't even control. All because of the sins of a grandfather.

Esme and Lidaeus are surprised when Lilia suddenly demands for them to stop bringing Sebek over to Baul. Esme readily agrees, already seeing Baul's personality in Sebek and she does not want that for her child. It's far too late, though.

It doesn't help that they live in a town where everyone's mother, father, sister and brother dislikes humans. They let Sylvie and Soleil into their community only because they're much more fae-like, but Sebek looks far too human.

And Sebek, with his young, developing mind, hates that he is human and hates the fact that's all everyone sees. He can't even rely on his mother, who only casts a disapproving look his way whenever he acts too much like his grandfather. But, Grandpa Baul always told him that being human was being filthy.

So, why was mama thinking him filthy for acting fae? Was it just him? Was being fae and human only filthy if it was Sebek? Why was everyone trying to pull him to one side? He just wants to be.

But he is too young to form the right words out to explain how he feels, and can only bury himself deeper his father's side as he fights with the snake fae's parents next door, smearing the blood from his head on Lidaeus' right pant leg.

His father's grip on him tightens when the snake's mother snarls out why a weak, pathetic half-human like Sebek was allowed to be born.

All Sebek can do is cry.

#sebek zigvolt #twisted wonderland #twst #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks!#lilia vanrouge #twst lilia

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streamafterlaughter · 1 year

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter II: Like A Lover, Not A Dancer

masterlist | playlist | chapter I

summary: Your album release show goes off without a hitch. For you, at least.

tags/warnings: rockstar!reader x rockstar!gn!afab!reader, mention of reader having boobs (feel free to skip that), slow burn, pining, angst, steve is impartial and the bestest best friend forever. mentions of blood/bruises/injury (non specific)

a/n: please don’t hate me i swore i’d make this one a Real slow burn but idk how imma do that without taunting us all. Please reblog to support the author!

Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated.

Eddie’s POV

Pacing the length of his living room, Eddie talks aloud, mostly to himself, while his band mates sit along the couch, unsure how to help him out of his spiral.

“How am I supposed to mentally prepare for this? This is the biggest tour of our lives, and it’s with the one person capable of throwing me off my game. The one person that knows all of my weaknesses, everything that makes me tick. How am I supposed to be the person everyone thinks I am? They’re gonna see right through that shit.” He pivots to face his friends, and none of them can make eye contact. “Suggestions would be super appreciated right now!”

Gareth speaks then, timidly, “Ed, man, they probably feel the same way. You know all there is to know about Y/n. You’re both gonna go to extreme lengths to avoid each other just to realize neither of you have anything to worry about.”

“Yeah, my bet is you’ll be talkin’ like old friends within the first week.” Jeff chimes in. The two chuckle, until they see the expression on Eddie’s face. His lips are pressed together in a thin line, his eye twitching slightly as he attempts to keep his composure. “It’s true!” Jeff throws his hands above his head in surrender.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that, man. They broke up with me, ‘member? ‘Course ya do, I slept on your couch for a month when it happened.” His words wipe the smile from his friends’ faces. “I can’t walk around hoping and praying they’ll want anything to do with me. That can’t be who I am.” Eddie flops into the recliner across from them, defeated.

Your POV

You land in LA at 2:00PM, and are immediately rushed into a rental car, courtesy of Elektra Records. You’d been to California only once before, when you and Eddie had hit a restless phase and took a road trip to visit Will and El.

Now, though, instead of a big, dirty van, you’re in a sleek town car, on your way to The fucking Roxy to attend your band’s album release party. It feels like every sacrifice you’d made in the last two years finally makes sense! The planets have aligned, and you’re on the right path, or whatever the fuck. So why does your heart still hurt?

Robin grabs your hand, yanking you from your inner monologue. “We’re in LA, baby!” She’s hand in hand with Lilith, and Sylvie’s tucked into your left side. Steve pivots from the front seat to address you. “The party starts at ten tonight, be ready by seven. Call my room if you guys need anything, I’ll call when you have an hour left.”

You have to commend him, he’s got the mom thing down. “Yessir.” You all nod in unison, stifling the very laughter that kids would bite back after a mother’s lecture. But you appreciate him, there’s a reason you wanted him taking care of you. “Your performance is scheduled for ten thirty, we probably have fifteen, twenty minutes of leeway there though.”

Your smile is practically smacked from your face. “Our what?”

Steve looks up from his itinerary, matching your expression. “Did- did no one tell you?”

“I figured you told them!” Sylvie accuses, and Robin nods. You can perform on a whim, far over your stage fright after the hell you’d gone through. Performing has become cathartic, and you love a big audience. But Eddie was going to be in that crowd, and for some reason that scared the shit out of you.

“You’ll be fine! It’s not a full set, just three from the new album, bing bang boom you’re cutting a cake with your face on it.” He slaps his hands together to emphasize his point. As if on cue, the car pulls up to the hotel you’ll be staying at, and the doorman approaches to help with your bags.

You and Robin are sharing a room, spending the afternoon letting all your stress out as you prepare for the night.

“I just don’t get it!” You say for what feels like the hundredth time that day. “Why wouldn’t they tell us sooner?”

“My only theory,” Robin begins before blowing on her freshly painted nails, “Is that they know your history, and knew you’d try to back out if they told you. But how would they?”

They wouldn’t, you think, not to your knowledge. You never mention Hawkins, but you know Eddie does. Has he brought you up? You shake your head, shooing the thought away. “Whatever, nothing we can do now!” You pick a few clothing articles out of your suitcase, turning to Robin. “Which one?”

She smirks. “You know Eddie’s gonna be there, right?”

You shrug. “So?”

“So!” She catapults herself off the bed, taking the tight black dress between her fingers. “These will drive him fucking nuts! And I know you know that.”

You feign ignorance. Of course you’d thought about that, but why should it matter? “We’re broken up, Robin. This isn’t about him. Now which one am I gonna ruin tonight?” You hold each one up to you in the full length mirror. “The red one seems like a little too much,” You mumble, “But the black one is super nice on the melons.” You gesture to your chest, snickering.

It pulls a giggle out of Robin. “Definitely the black one, then.” She nods feverishly, and you mimic her movements, a grin stretching your mouth open.

Eddie’s POV

The joint burns in his fingers, dangerously close to singeing his hair before he snuffs it out in the ashtray. The California breeze is warm, inviting, but Eddie’s mood can’t be lifted even by the nice weather. He reluctantly returns from the patio, slamming the screen door behind him, causing Gareth to wince. “You alright, man?”

Eddie glares at his friend, who huffs a response. “You gotta get over it, Ed. Be professional, all that shit.” Gareth shrugs his jacket over a red and black flannel. “It’s not a big deal. You’re coworkers.”

“I guess,” Eddie sighs, pulling his boots on, tying the laces tightly. He swipes his hotel key from the bedside table, and follows Gareth to the elevator.

When he reaches the lobby, he stops dead in his tracks. Ten feet in front of him, behind his band mates, you stand with your own. You’re wearing a black dress with a denim jacket layered over it, and heavy black boots. Your hair falls to your shoulders, the color bright and impossible to miss. It takes all of his strength not to turn and run, but somehow he manages to stay put.

Jeff approaches him slowly, slapping a hand on his shoulder. “You’re good, man.” His voice is tired, and it’s only the first night of a very long three months ahead. Eddie nods, ripping his eyes from the back of your head. You don’t turn around, but the tensing of your shoulders tells him you know he’s behind you. He follows behind his bandmates, stalking out of the hotel room and into the car behind the one you enter.

Your POV

You can feel his eyes on you even after you get in the car. Sylvie puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as Robin grasps your free hand. You’re so grateful for your support system, you just wish you didn’t need it so much.

You zone out for the drive, trying your best not to think about the events lined up for tonight. More so, you’re trying not to think about how you’ll avoid Eddie all night. At your own party. That he’s attending.

Your legs start to bounce as the driver pulls around the back of The Roxy. The stage manager greets you at the door as Corroded Coffin pulls up behind you. You don’t dare glance over your shoulder, ignoring every urge to look at Eddie, and immediately let your guard down.

Instead, you part ways to your separate green rooms. Even though CC isn’t performing tonight, you assume they need the space to get away from rabid fans. It makes you slightly bitter, watching them get special treatment on a night that’s supposed to belong to you.

Lilith throws herself onto the couch in the corner. “So, I took the liberty of inspecting Eddie’s demeanor so you didn’t have to.” She taunts, crossing one stockinged leg over the other.

You pivot to face your drummer, a look of what you hope is confusion written on your face. “What?” She asks innocently. “You know I’m nosey! Anyway, he was doing everything in his power not to look at you. He caught me once.”

You chuckle. “Maybe he’ll think you’re into him and move on.” You turn back to the mirror, reapplying your blood red lipstick.

“Oh, shut up!” Lilith chucks a bottle cap at you, but it lands short. “I know you’re still into him.”

“I am not!” You really aren’t sure. You haven’t spoken in two years, mostly to make sure you didn’t give back in to him. You didn’t trust your own willpower.

“Five minutes, ladies!” A stagehand peeks her head through the doorway. You and Sylvie exchange an eye roll at her assumption. It doesn’t shake you, or even offend you, being called a lady, or a woman. You know it’s not meant as an insult, but if people would just listen to your music, it’s not that hard to understand.

The DJ set ends, and he plays Sonic Youth’s Kool Thing as your walk out music, and you relish in the way the lyrics resonate: Kool Thing sittin' with a kitty / Now you know you're sure lookin' pretty / Like a lover not a dancer / Superboy take a little chance here / I don't want to, I don't think so / I don't want to, I don't think so. You peek around the corner from backstage, into a crowd of teens and young adults, some wearing your shirts, most of them already sweating.

When the song ends, the house lights dim, and the crowd gets impossibly louder. Robin throws her bass over her head, and gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Ready to knock ‘em dead?”

You smile at her, and extend it to the rest of your band. The four of you huddle together.

“Okay, guys. This is it. How we do tonight is an indication of how the tour is gonna go. Now, WHO ARE WE?”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

“I SAID, ‘WHO ARE WE?!’”

“DEATH DANCE APPROXIMATELY!”

You chant together, hyping yourselves up, building to an excited babble of voices overlapping. You grab your own guitar from a stagehand, and the four of you walk on to the stage to greet a screaming crowd.

Eddie’s POV

His eyes don’t leave you as you make your walk to your microphone. Your dress hugs every dip and curve of your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, not that Eddie has to imagine any of it. Your lips are dark, blood red, and your hair glows under the colorful lights. Your boots are thick, platform heels that lift you an extra three inches off the ground, giving the impression that you’d stomp out anyone that crosses you. Your skin is littered with tattoos, plenty more than the last time he saw you. They cover your arms and legs, heavy lines and bright colors. You look like an art piece, one Eddie could spend the rest of his life admiring.

He doesn’t recognize the song you open with, knowing it’s a new one off the album due to be released at midnight. Your voice hooks him in anyway; raspy, sounding angry, hurt, and like you’re singing right to him. Every fight you’d ever had with him, every night you’d wept in his arms, it’s all expelling from you on that stage, and he can’t help swimming in the pain it causes him.

Eddie gets it, the way a show can calm him in an instant, he can get every piece of aggression out of him without hurting anyone else. Watching you perform for the first time since breaking up is hypnotic, making his heart skip around erratically. He turns to the bartender. “Make it a double,” he calls over the music.

“What the fuck is up, LA?!” You scream when you finish your first song, and the crowd responds with shrieks. “We are Death Dance Approximately, and it’s lovely to meet you. Welcome to our album release show!” They scream again. “Please feel free to stick around until we unveil it. This is our first single, it came out last month. It’s called Pretty Boy.”

Eddie’s eyes widen. He never expected you to play the song again, let alone make it a single, but Pretty Boy had become such a staple song for both avid fans and casual listeners. Usually he can’t listen to it, but right now Eddie can’t bring himself to look away from you as you sing the song you wrote for him.

I hadn’t slept in several days, / I hadn’t been warm in weeks, / But after you had met my gaze, / I let my body breathe. / It felt less like a heart attack, / and more like coming home. / I let your body keep me warm, / so I don’t have to sleep alone. / Pretty boy, my heart is yours, / and I hope you’ll say the same, / Cause after all these lonely nights, / I just want to hear you say my name.

It’s crazy to hear the crowd sing with you, adding ambiance to your already angelic voice. Eddie feels his breath catch in his throat, and gulps his whiskey down to suffocate it. As you move into the third song, and Eddie’s about to call it a night, he’s approached by a group of what looks to be twenty somethings, girls about Dustin’s age now.

“Holy shit,” the short girl with spiky, purple hair squeaks, shouting over the music. “You’re Eddie Munson!” She covers her mouth, as if she’s spoken something forbidden.

Eddie scratches the back of his head and laughs. “Yeah, that’s me.” It’s a welcome distraction from the self torture of watching you.

“Would you sign my tits?!” a taller girl speaks, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders and her barely covered chest.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. It’s not the first time he’s been asked, but it never ceases to weird him out a little. “Uh, sure, got a marker?”

She hands Eddie a sharpie, and he signs her skin, leaning as far away from her as he can while doing so. They shout their thanks, and walk away squealing to each other. When he pivots back to the stage, you’re on your knees, singing right into the faces of the front row. What he’d do to have you that close to him again.

Your POV

You finish your third and final song of the night, leaving every ounce of your soul on the floor of The Roxy. When you’ve finished, you’re sweaty, smelly, and covered in glitter. Your makeup is smudged and running down your face, and your hair is tangled and sticking out every which way, but you’ve never felt better.

In the green room, Sylvie pops a bottle of celebratory champagne. “To our first sold out show!” You hold your glass up, and everyone clinks theirs together.

“Fucking awesome, you guys.” Steve praises, sipping his own bubbly. “I’m so proud of you guys.”

“Aw, you big sap.” Robin wraps an arm around his waist. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You join the hug, and your bandmates follow. “Thank you, Steve.” You say, quietly enough that only he hears you.

“Any fuckin’ time.” He breaks the hug with some minor objections. “Feel free to relax before making an appearance.” He checks his watch. “Just be ready before midnight, you gotta be in there for the cover reveal.”

You feel your heart speed up. The cover. Shit.

December 1985

“Whoa, dude, lemme see!” Jonathan and Eddie are examining his wounded hand. Jonathan brings his camera to his face, pointing the lense at Eddie’s clenched fist. “I’ll definitely be sure to get you this pic, might make a sick album cover.”

Eddie never did, in fact, get a copy of that picture. You did, though, and you’d made it the album cover of your debut: Tighten Up. And now you had to unveil that album in front of the man whose hand is plastered on it. Fuck.

The Roxy is thumping with loud music, now playing Mind Riot from the overhead speakers as fans mingle with each other, drinks in hand. You walk to the long table set up in front of the stage, where plenty of DDA fans grip their tour posters, waiting for you to sign. You’re still not used to the sheer amount of people in front of you, all there because of your music, your words.

“Okay, everyone!” Steve grabs the mic and makes his “I’m In Charge” announcements. “The band will be doing some signings, and copies of the albums are available to purchase. Please, don’t take too much time, I know it’s all very exciting but we have a lot of people to get to. Patience is key! Now, I know Y/n wants to address you before revealing the cover, so lemme pass the mic.” He hands you the mic, and you take a step toward your audience.

“Hey, guys!” You greet, and they respond with their loud, disorganized whoops. “Thank you so much for coming out. We hope we see you again tomorrow for our show with the CORRODED COFFIN!” The name drop gets its own applause, and you’re satisfied with the taunting. “But right now, without further adieu,” You grab the sheet that covers the canvas holding a blown up picture of the album. “TIGHTEN UP IS OUT!” You shout, and yank the cloth. There, in all its glory, is Eddie’s bloodied hand, rings and all, with the album title plastered over it in your chicken scratch. The crowd screams, and you have no time to wonder what Eddie must be thinking right now.

Eddie’s POV

What the fuck. He’s not sure if he’s seeing it right. His own hand, clenched in a fist, covered in some jock’s blood, on the cover of your debut album. He catches Gareth’s eyes, and makes an “I don’t know” face, that Gareth only returns with confusion. Eddie isn’t sure how to feel. Will people recognize his rings? Are their fans that crazy?

Before his brain can stop him, he’s walking further into the crowd, towards you. He doesn’t know what he’ll say, if he’ll even say anything. Instead, he watches you for awhile, talking to your fans like they’re your closest friends as you scribble on their posters and CDs, and pose for pictures. You look comfortable, at peace, and there’s no way he’d want to ruin that. He takes a gulp of his new drink, feeling the effects of the alcohol in his bloodstream.

“Hey,” It’s Steve, with a beer in his hand. “Sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t think it was my place. And to be fair, Y/n had no inkling you’d ever see it, especially like this.” He takes a sip, waiting for Eddie’s response.

He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of the clenching in his gut. “Nah, it’s cool. Really cool, actually. Didn’t know they still thought about me that much.”

Steve hands him a copy of the album. “See for yourself.”

Eddie grips the jewel case in his hands, and opens the album. The disc has the same picture printed on it, and the jacket unfolds to reveal the other picture taken that night, the one of his hand on your throat, covered with lyrics to songs titled Indiana, and Underneath Hell. He can make decent guesses as to what they’re about.

“Go say hi.” Steve shoves him a little, more playful than aggressive.

“Are you serious? I don’t wanna ruin their night.”

“You won’t,” He takes another swig, “I think it might make you both feel better. Cut the shit, get it over with. You’re gonna be stuck with each other all spring, might as well.”

Eddie downs the rest of his whiskey, letting the liquid burn his throat as the buzz takes over. Steve offers his hand, and Eddie gives him the glass. “Here goes nothin.’” He huffs, and disappears into the mob of fans. Many turn their heads, giving double takes when they realize who he is. He ignores the shouts to get his attention, not wanting to draw it away from you. Steve is only steps behind, guarding him from being grabbed at as he snakes to the front. Steve reaches the mic stand, and announces that the band is going to take a break, and to enjoy the refreshments. Eddie watches as you look from your manager, to your bandmates, and then to him.

Your POV

Eddie doesn’t look away when you meet his eyes. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his jeans, and he’s chewing on his lip nervously. You look to Steve again. “What’s happening right now?”

“Would you just go say hi? Act like you know the guy a little.” He shoulders you, causing you to stumble slightly. “C’mon, the rest of you,” Steve addresses the band, “Go take a break, sit down, have some water.” Steve looks back over his shoulder, and waves Eddie over. “You two, go catch up in the green room or something. I’m not letting you both be fucking weird this entire tour. Mingle.” He’s being serious. He ushers you backstage, and finally separates himself to join your friends, leaving you alone with the only person you probably shouldn’t be alone with.

You crack open a beer and take a large gulp. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

chapter III

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canarypost · 6 months

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first shot we can see not just the people sitting at the help getting spaghettified but the floor and controls themselves?? which means it's not just everyone who works at the tva (who are all variants) getting sent back to the sacred timeline but presumably all matter that exists outside of the timelines. idk if this includes he who remains' lair/space rock/final resting place whatever but basically the sacred timeline is taking every single atom at the tva with it as we can see on the screen showing the timeline states.

this is small but i noticed that in the first ss the lights in the pie room aren't on but what i'm assuming are emergency lights are on in the hallway and around the entrance?? and im comparing this to the second ss which we've obv already seen. i would've thought that any backup would be in red but yk whatever it's just a show

i genuinely have no idea when this is supposed to take place. none of these people remember him but they're all here anyway. is this going to be like when ob kept remembering things in real time when loki slipped back in his timeline? who knows

im just super emo about this. look at them all together. ob get in there you're part of the family too. and i don't like how sylvie is right behind loki here i feel like they should at least have mobius on one side with loki on the other. also b15 rights let my girl be in focus

this is cool to me actually i like how it represents all the different universes w the letter multiples. also gives me hope that we're gonna meet another loki variant at some point. it'd be cool if we ended up seeing two specifically loki variants together?? it wouldn't make sense considering the established way that time works inside the tva (as we saw with loki's slipping with ob) but it'd be pretty cool to see loki himself react to how much he's changed as a person from an outside pov

i saw a theory on twt that either loki or sylvie is going to become god of stories either at the end of this season or the show as a whole (that is if there's a s3) and i agreed w them that as cool as it'd be it wouldn't make as much sense for sylvie to do it bc she's already been shown to want and be happy with a life on the timeline and that's never been something that loki wants and it's never been disproven after s1 that loki wants/would be happy in a position of power!!

girl wth is this. im terrified. get my babygirl casey OUT of there!!!! is this a time prison or smth??? or was casey IN PRISON when his nexus event happened???

now listen im perfectly fine with him being a father he's always been a dad to me i'm sure his kid(s) is/are wonderful. but god forbid he have a FUCKING WIFE!!!!!!!!!!!! IF HE HAS A WIFE I'M STORMING MARVEL HQ

these 2 are out of order but i put them in what i'm assuming is the proper sequence of events that is 1. loki shows up in the room, 2. loki timeslips away, 3. screen and therefore everything gets consumed. what i don't know is how loki got there in the first place. im thinking this takes place in ep 6 instead of 5 bc loki had his brown tva jacket (not pictured) before slipping and he didn't have it at the end of ep 4. the real mystery here is where tf he got his jacket back from esp when talking to timeline!mobius after the tva got spaghettified

this one of him slipping INTO the car lot is placed IMMEDIATELY after the one of him slipping away in the tva control room which makes me think either he slips from there to here (still don't know where he got the jacket from!!!) or marvel is fucking with us and these two are unconnected

what cruel god would ever do this to them look at their sad wet kitten eyes. lord give us strength for the finale i can't do this alone

this is the one that terrifies me the most. it has the same background as the one with loki. why is loki back in his variant uniform. why are they almost crying looking at each other. what is mobius about to say. are they saying goodbye. what if i killed mys

THIS. THIS ONE. IS BREAKING MY BRAIN RN. WHEN IS THIS. WHY DOES HE HAVE HIS JACKET. WHY IS HE LOOKING AT THE BOOK. WHY ISN'T EVERYTHING SPAGHETTIFIED. WHICH ONE IS FUTURE LOKI. DOES IT EVEN MATTER

i promise this is going to be the only lokius thing i have in this post but like. hello. husbands

i saw another post on twt that was like "omg loki talking mobius through the walk <33" like no these are clearly different scenes. loki is holding the mic in the scene where mobius is right there in the room with him, it's much more likely that it's (another?) he who remains variant (who is absent in the middle ss with the group). my theory for this scene is that after loki went around the sacred timeline finding everyone and restoring their memories they went back to a time in the tva before he who remains got spaghettied and do pretty much exactly the same thing again. which thinking about it now wouldn't really be a great narrative choice but fuck it it's marvel

k this is gonna be contd in rbs bc i can only fit 30 imgs in one post and this next one is HUGE

#loki

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oddball-artz · 1 month

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You know why I came here 😈😈😈😈

SALIA HCS NOW!!!/lh

This is how I look without my dosage of sillies

PLEASE, ANY AU, ANY SORT OF TROPE IDK!!!

I am on the bus and bored outta my skull, you are my savior :3

SALIA TIME! (if it's for an au, the au will be in parenthesis before the hc)

Dalia has trouble feeling 'at home', people she trusts are her home. Sabrina is home for her, so is the rest of fruitbasket, but Sabrina especially. She allows herself to take up space around them, and if you know her that means more than you think.

She plays love songs on the piano thinking about Sabrina (sends em to her or plays them for her if she's proud enough of em)

When Dalia gets tired, she gets clingy, and Sabrina is the main target of her clinging

(Future/next gen, but related to last ask) This tends to happen a lot after Dalia gets off long shifts, just immediate thoughts process is, "wife soft, love wife, gonna go hug wife"

Speaking of clinging to Sabrina, Dalia showers her with affection whenever she gets the chance.

Ok, so Dalia's moths have a mind of their own and reappear(kinda like Sylvie's sheep) and if they get summoned and there's no specific person that they're aimed at, they seek Sabrina.

The moths started doing this about the same time that Dalia's crush on her developed. If you read into the moths, they tend to be one of the biggest giveaways that she liked Sabrina

Blushing mess at any compliment Sabrina gives her. She isn't used to them, so her brain just kinda buffers for a sec while her face goes red. (You shoulda seen her the first time Sabrina called her pretty, she almost died of gayness)

All I've got for now but ty internet sibling!!!!!

#Salia #sabrina ashling #Dalia Kalmeren(oc)#Sabrina x dalia #epithet erased oc #oc headcanons #idk what else to put in the tags

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thatonesimpforlegiteveryman · 1 year

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Hihi! I’m the one who requested the cooking disaster TYSM! I love it smsmsm cld I req Raihan x F!reader who has a Slyveon who doesn’t wanna let her go? Like maybe she wants to stay home and doesn’t wanna let reader go so she grabs her w her ribbons the long thing idk but Thank u already!

Clingy (Raihan x F!reader)

More Raihan fluff

Author's note- Hey hi hello again anon! I would love if you had some sort of emoji or something so I can recognize which anon it is. You don't have to ofc. Hope you like it and God bless you ♡

"Sylvie you've got to let me go. I won't be long, I just have a date.".

Your dear Sylveon wasn't letting you get ready for your hot date with the number one gym leader in the region, Raihan. You were already running late, and having your makeup taken from you was not helping you leave any faster.

After struggling for a bit you finally were ready to go. Checking your phone made you realize that you were over an hour late.

"Oh no. He's gonna think I stood him up. The Raihan is gonna think that I stood him up. Me!".

All throughout your meltdown, your sylveon pranced around in triumph, believing that you would now stay home.

Until you got a text. Both of you froze, fearing what it said. You both read the text together. It read:

Raihan-

"Hey y/n, the restaurant canceled our reservation for whatever reason, but I have some movies I can bring over. Just wanna chill instead? :)"

You breathe a sigh of relief and agree to the new terms of your date. Sylveon thought that you weren't going after all and continued to dance around your room. Of course until the doorbell rang.

Raihan came in with movies and a bouquet of roses, as an apology. As the night went on, you both fell deeper and deeper for each other while sylveon watched in disgust.

You had gotten up to use the bathroom and Raihan took the chance to get in good with sylveon.

"Hey sylveon, cant we share her? I like her a lot and I would hope that you could like me too.".

You overheard this little conversation and smiled to yourself. You were excited to see where this goes, and judging by how soft sylveon had gotten, so was she.

#pokemon swsh #pokemon raihan x reader #raihan pokemon

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solarvh · 2 years

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since its AU day of epithet week, I wanna post an AU we made a while ago. It's a swap AU but like different from Epithet Swap i swear. It would be apt to call it something like an anime campaign swap but its not really that either since all the character changes carry over from epithet? It's a weird grey zone between anime campaign and epithet erased so I decided to name it Sugar Cookie Shuffle. yknow because the working title for epithet erased was Sugar Cookie Jazz, which is kinda like an in between of anime campaign and epithet erased.

ok so Sugar Cookie Shuffle is a swap AU that swaps:

Molly and Lorelai Calliope and Martin Giovanni and Rick Sylvie and Mera Indus and Moot Percy and Howie Ramsey and Zora Trixie and Feenie Charles and Guile Dan Gansley and Don Infusio Naven and Yoomtah

lets go over each of these in no particular order

Zora and Ramsey Zora is gonna stay a cowboy but is now an Only Sane Man archetype, the combination of which is extremely funny. Ramsey is now a Suit Villain, which means he's gonna always look like this and thats cool as fuck because LOOK AT HIM

epithet swapped made ramsey into a cowboy and made zora into not a cowboy and that is a travesty. Ramsey is basically built to be a Suit Villain. also suits are cool and hot and i love them.

in place of turning Bugsly into a baby, Ramsey just fucking turns Arnold to gold.

Sylvie and Mera in anime campaign, sylvie had a murderous hatred of mera and mera did not give a single shit about him. That dynamic is good actually. In Sugar Cookie Shuffle, Sylvester Ashling is a genius with intense narcolepsy caused by his epithet. He slept through 60% of university and only barely failed to get a doctorate. He's very salty about that and wants to get the Arsene Amulet to research it but also blah blah blah Mera backstory also since beefton was awake when sylvie was asleep, he's just as much of a genius as his waking self. Just more prone to destruction because its fun.

Mera is physician who wants to research epithets' passive effects on biological processes. has a Napoleon complex. slightly just kinda pathetic.

Indus and Moot Moot is Sylvie's bodyguard to protect/hide him whenever he falls asleep due to narcolpsy. also to protect the people around him because he passively turns his dreams real and like doctor beefton and whatnot. She's also looking for her brother Indus because blah blah blah Indus backstory

Indus is edgy now. His barriers have spikes because hes edgy.

Guile and Charles Guile just can't keep friends because he always feels the urge to shoot them.

Charles is on the Gaslight gatekeep girlboss grind and intentionally gets into relationships and then emotionally destroys them Like in AC, they still manage to have a good friendship despite all the issues with themselves. Charles has a soft spot for utterly hopeless people and that's how she stays friends with Guile and Mera.

Molly and Lorelai + Calliope and Martin Martin dies in this one instead of Calliope Molly is better about it. Lorelai is worse about it. (blyndeffswap AU is basically this premise but done well) Calliope and Martin balance each other out so instead of Martin's braindead idiocy an Molly having to do everything, its Calliope's breakneck efficiency and Lorelai not being able to keep up. to parallel Molly being depressing and cynical, Lorelai is like monumentally morbid. She has creation powers and uses them in the most fucked up ways possible. "My parents are ghosts! DEAD GHOSTS! Feel bad now?" "My dads a ghost! Look here he is!" Makes a fucked up dad ghost "hiiii lorrieeeee"

Phoenica and Trixie Trixie Roughhouse is from a line of dastardly sorcerers, villains, and knaves. also Trixie is also constantly haunted by ghosts and stuff. Phoenica's still rich but like uhhh. idk ok?

(on the topic of neo trio and lorelai i genuinely dont know what ages they should be. like should molly and lorelai switch ages? should the neo trio stay with molly or should they be lorelai's friend group now? splitting the neo trio feels wrong and I cant't think of a good answer.)

Giovanni and Rick Rick likes friends and the boys are his friends. :) Giovanni uhh. Primordial... Soup? wait he's not ocean race uhh. Roughhouse family villainy? we worked on this AU over one night ok we can't flesh out every swap.

Percy and Howie obvious swap is obvious. we didn't really work on this much. instead of turning percy's sword into time death blade, ramsey turns howie's wrench to gold and manipulates it in mid air to make a magic boomerang.

Naven and Yoomtah obvious swap is obvious, we didn't really work on this much.

Dan Gansley and Don Infusio Dan Gansley and Don Infusio

link to spoiler add on

link to part 2

#epithet erased #anime campaign #epithet week #sugar cookie shuffle #i guess?

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erigold13261 · 1 year

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Hello hello I'm back once again to ramble some more about Garden of Thorns in your FRAU, only this time I'm just gonna say that last time I completely forgot about DJSS when I wrote my last ask so that's why there was no mention of him (sorry DJ :( )

Now when it comes to helping out with your oc band fight DJSS (I will draw them when they're revealed mark my words-) Sylvie and Olive tag along because at this point no one is immune to free therapy from Sylvie- and Olive wants to make new friends so they go to Club Planetarium. Sylvie knows something is up and if needed stops the fighting to let DJSS talk about his problems and how he's feeling, and Olive removes her gloves and reveals her healing powers for the first time as it fixes the cracks on DJ's orb head and seals the gas inside it (or other material idk what's in there-) which I'm sure surprises everyone. I'm sure Sylvie may also host a group therapy session with all the NSR Artists, BBJ, etc, because she wants to help as many people as she can since she knows that there are people out there who don't have access to resources such as therapy so she's made it her goal to change that slowly but surely. (Also I'm currently working on my ocs designs for your au while typing this out so the gloves for Olive is a part of her design)

Speaking of Olive, I remember how you mentioned that Tatiana would definitely come at her during the final showdown since she's healing everyone else from a distance. Tatiana sees Olive just standing there and is a bit confused until she sees the glowing light emitting from her hands and just patching up whoever's fighting her of their injuries quickly and this sets her off. Everyone else realizes that Tatiana is charging at Olive and tries to warn Olive but then something happens that catches them and Tatiana off guard. Olive grabs Tatiana's arm before it can reach her, and then her eyes start glowing red. That's when Olive proceeds to just annihilate Tatiana via a flurry of throwing, punching, kicking, and slapping. Everyone else can only watch as Tatiana is smashed against the floor while Olive has her usual smile on her face, and then afterwards she throws Tatiana at the crown, which explodes just like in the original game and reveals Kul Fyra's guitar. Olive made sure not to hurt Tatiana too badly while doing all that and when she heals her of her injuries I'm sure Tatiana is very confused as to why Olive would heal her after she tried to attack her and lost. Olive just smiles and let's Sylvie take over aka giving Tatiana her therapy.

Sylvie would indeed suspect something is up with Kliff, but Artemis attempts to come to his defense (Mainly because of her *cough* feelings *cough* towards him but she's too shy to admit it) and tries to convince her friend that Kliff wouldn't do anything drastic. Obviously Sylvie is not having any of it and talks with Kliff anyway, and that's when she helps him realize that he has a very unhealthy parasocial relationship with his idol/Tatiana and works with him to solve any other problems he may have as well.

And that's about everything that's coming to my mind right now about FRAU, my OFA AU thoughts are starting to take over again so I'll head off to elaborate on them on my own blog lol. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings once again Eri :D

I had this mental image that Olive was smaller than Tatiana so all I was seeing in my head was Tatiana getting slapped and thrown by someone less than half her height lol! But glad I relooked at Olive because her being taller than Tatiana and being able to do that makes so much more sense!

But yes, she would be so confused and it makes me think of the scene from Undertale where Flowey doesn't understand why you spared him (them? I forget Flowey's pronouns, my bad). She would be more willing to listen to Sylvie and B2J at that point, but still hesitant because of thinking everything she's worked for will be stripped away from her (but she probably would come fully around after a few therapy sessions).

The Kul Fyra moment would probably be even more heartbreak. For Mayday and Cyril. The both idolized her and now they realize that she is the reason for a lot of their suffering because they tried to follow her path. I don't know, it just feels even more bitter sweet than how the original ending goes. I don't think Tatiana would give the guitar to either of them though, both can't play it (May physically and Cyril doesn't know how), so instead I see her as using it as a symbol to bridge EDM and Rock together.

But going back to Nova for a second, he would be VERY surprised at the fact that his head got healed. I still think there would at least be a scratch still, something that won't ever fully heal (like a scar) but at least now he will be able to contain his space dust and think with a clear head more easily! (he would also gladly stop playing music to just talk about himself and his woes, probably lets slip some stuff about Neon and 1010 too which would help Garden of Thorns/Ex-Jay depending on WHEN the rematch with Nova happens).

Group therapy will also have to wait at least a little bit after the NSRtists have some one-on-one therapy, because all I can see is Eve and Mama ganging up on Neon, 1010, and Nova while Yinu and Sayu's Crew try to stop the whole fight that is about to go down. Until Tatiana raises her voice telling them to all shut up and sit down which immediately makes them ALL obey (and also shows the therapist/Sylvie/whoever just how much work is going to need to be done).

And Kliff's relationship isn't ENTIRELY parasocial since he and Tatiana do have history together, however I do see a good talk between Tatiana and Kliff to be great closure for both of them. Maybe they get a little physical at first, with a punch here and there (from both ends) but Olive heals them both up and their wall of frustration is gone and they can finally have an open conversation. They can both finally close the book on their relationship, never really talking again, but the two finally being at piece with their shared past. (And it helps that Kliff now has Artemis to get his mind off of Tatiana :3).

So yeah! A lot of things would turn out quite nice if a Re-Revolution occurred with multiple bands coming together to pull it off! There would still be the initial few years of suffering everyone does, but at least by the end people are healing together instead of scarring by themselves!

#doveriathegoddess #nsr #no straight roads #nsr au #othideas #failed revolution #eritalks #eriau #othoc #noart #asks #love the mental image of o/live beating the crap out of t/atiana #it's just so funny to me #lol #also really like your d/jss take #he would gladly let his head get healed #it would allow bonking n/eon's head to be easier #:3c

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perpetually-sad-but-its-fine · 1 year

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chicago fire 11x08

herrman proving that hes just a grumpy old man is hilarious

kelly and stella just talking about the leadership conference and stella just assuming it’s men drinking scotch and smoking cigars??

*chefs kiss*

we love it

oh god

this thing with gallo and carver??

man please

i can't

oh that detective dude

not rlly sure how i feel abt him tho

carver istfg

don't do this

christ, hes doing this isn't he???

dude

cmon

goddammit carver

don't do this

COME ON

sylvie correcting him about the term for fear of clowns is great

oh wow

sylvie and this guy are funny

there are lightbulbs goin off in violet’s head and i cant tell if its bc she wants to set sylvie up w/ this guy or if its smthing else

oh my god its EVAN

oHHH

that was a clean connection

oh she's gonna set them up isn't she???

stella sensing the tension like ‘my mom senses are tingling’

herrman further proving that hes a grumpy old man

oh god now hes talking about gen z

this is gonna be interesting

‘they have no respect for safety, stop signs, or basic common decency’

that's bc most of us just don't care for our lives anymore but go off ig

ritter just being the embodiment of gen z is fantastic

‘you know what i'm saying’

‘i don't actually’

‘doesn't matter!’

heS JUST A GRUMPY FATHER

ITS SO CUTE

kelly and pryma

how's this gonna play out???

severide playing ‘fire cop’ again

why do i feel like pryma’s the dirty cop??

i don't feel too good about this

oooo

here comes violet to set up dylan and sylvie

oh poor violet

i still can't believe evan is gone

i don't like this

stella’s mom senses are tingling again

‘scarecrow’

‘cowardly lion’

‘what?’

mouch’s genuine concern for herrman is hilarious

uh ohhhh

gallo’s in T R O U B L E

i fuckin knew it

her moms senses

they worked

oh god

this thing again

look

gallo

cmon

stella

please just yell at him

GIRL WHY TF ARE YOU STANDING THERE SO SILENTLY

stella and kelly domestic moments

adorable

we love

even tho the convo isn't the most pleasant

pryma is dirty

i can feel it

ooooo

DYLAN’S HERE

oh hes gonna ask her out

awww

im low-key kinda loving this

sylvie

say yes

please

plEASe

hes cute and hes sweet

but at the same time

i still want matt to come back

violet lurking around the corner is me

sylvie

please call him

herrman

tf are you doing??

that's not gonna fool--

oh shit wait

why do I feel like this isn't gonna end well

i fuckin knew it

mouch and herrman being besites

we love it

oh no

stella and carver

what's gonna happen here

‘that was just a miscommunication’ my ass

stella

put an end to this

‘mutual understanding’ sure

whatever you say

this beef b/w carver and gallo’s gonna interfere with this call, isn’t it?

this guy IMMEDIATELY going to mouch

i don't like him

nope

‘lady lieutenant’

bro

dont try to fix it

u already fucked up

gallo’s look when he got the balcony idea made me laugh, idk why

CARVER

FOR FUCKS SAKE

KIDD KNOWS WHAT SHES DOING

gallo’s little smirk

nows not the time man

uh oh Gallo

TW: SUICUDE. DO NOT READ IF YOURE NOT COMFORTABLE. SCROLL DOWN UNTIL YOU CAN SEE THE NEXT BOLDED PART.

what's gonna happen here??

i don't like it

oh no

this is a suicide

oh no

ohhhhh noooooo

he’s gonna jump

goddammit

noooooo

this isn’t gonna end well

i can feel it

what?

he’s made mistakes?

tf is he talking about

is this somehow linked to pryma?

oh no wait its not

nvm

god this real talk is killin me

is this gonna work??

i hope it does

oh this poor guy

god please don't do this

carver and gallo better work this out

god he’s still gonna jump isn't he

HE JUMPED

OH MY GOD

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

NOOOO

ALL CLEAR. ENJOY THE REST OF MY CRACK REVIEW AND STAY SAFE. I LOVE YOU ALL. *mwah*

oh poor gallo

poor poor gallo

this is hurting me so badly

who is this chief???

can you not see the pain on gallo’s face???

oh violet

youre so sweet

oh goD

WHY DO THE CHICAGO FIRE WRITERS DO THIS

WHY

WHAT FOR

THEY KEEP HURTING ME

violet and sylvie supremacy

mouch and herrman back at it again

pryma again

i don't like this dude

this is gonna be a constant thing, isn't it??

its gonna be there throughout the season, isn't it??

i. do. not. like. this.

oh god Gallo

take care oF YOURSELF

PLEASE

also

where tf has joe been this entire episode???

carver if u don't help

istfg

ill kill you

ritter would be such a good friend

gallo

don't push him out

please

carVER

HELP HIM

gallo

accept the fuckin help

thEY COULD BE GREAT FRIENDS

CMON

the scar has smthing to do with his family doesn't it

gallo don't be mean

good

carver

good

uh oh

what’s gonna happen

LMAOOO

HE RAN THE STOP SIGN

BROOO

*cackling sounds*

THIS IS EVERYTHING

TRUDYYYY

i love the dynamic b/w trudy and herrman

aHHHH

SYLVIE

bro how does she look so beautiful??

i don't understand

she’s so PRETTY

ahhhh

this is so sweet

kidd and severide making dinner

domestic bliss

pryma

kelly’s just done

and stella’s throwing the attitude look at pryma

oh that's not gonna happen

I FUCKIN KNEW IT

NO CHANCE IN HELL

oh fuck off pryma

leave them the fuck alone

oh god

gallo and carver

awww they’re so sweet

bro

i don't think this is gonna end well

oh wait

it might

oh poor gallo

carver and gallo

why am i invested in this dynamic???

carver is being sweet

i love it

are we gonna get a story about his scar yet??

awwwww

stop this is sO SWEET

AND ITS HURTING ME

awww

stop that's adorable

#*kissy kissy* watches chicago fire #blake gallo #sam carver #stella kidd #sylvie brett #violet mikami #christopher hermann #randy mcholland #joe cruz

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max-vandenburg-is-life · 3 years

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Damn not gonna lie besties that was a slow episode

#before i do anything else I'm gonna rant here about the finale #so yeah the ep was slow i think that's the way to call it #so let's start first the part where they're entering the castle why was it so long #??? like they went around with their knifes out for a GOOD while #then the guy he who remains being the bad guy was not impactful idk how to say it #is he Kang??? I've heard that name being thrown around these past days #I think something this show did really wrong is that they don't explain stuff well so the guy was telling everything and i was kind of ???#thank god for the actor who plays that guy he was talking for a long time but he was very fun to watch #anyways so then when they told his backstory i was thinking 'haven't we gone through this already'#like yeah? all the timelines existing is bad bc chaos and stuff? and there was a war a long time ago when the timelines battled each other?#like we already knew this #out of everything he said i feel like the only important part is that now a lot of evil versions of him are gonna appear #like that's it and he was talking for most of the episode #then when they finally got to some action it didn't last long #and the kiss... well... I'm not a big fan of the ship it feels weird to me but whatever #anyways sylvie betraying loki? like when they said it was gonna be a big betrayal i was expecting something totally different #like idk? was it really that bad? like tehy had different opinions on what to do and both of them wanted to do what they wanted #like is it a big betrayal because she kisses him just before like she was using him? i mean i guess is that bc otherwise i don't see it #anyways that's it #there's really not much to comment about because not much happened in the ep #like it was just talking and talking‚ but like not interesting talking #yeah so there's that #the best parts of the ep were definitely the miss minutes jumpscare and the last min of the episode #gonna reblog some memes now #bye #loki #loki spoilers #loki show #marvel #an original post no way

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iamanartichoke · 3 years

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Not gonna lie, though, I kinda love how Loki with a crush is like - he's so obvious about it? He didn't even try to hide it (except when Mobius called him out, which doesn't count); from showing off his magic (fireworks in the palm of his hand, come on) to coming up with an excuse to cuddle under a blanket (he looks so enormously pleased with things asdhjdksa) to generally sticking to her like glue, he just ... he met Sylvie and decided I like that one and it is now everyone's problem.

It just strikes me so much because I never would have expected Loki to behave that way. Like, in my fic, he denied he had a thing for Valkyrie for quite awhile and then, once he did realize it, he tried to ignore it and make it go away, which he would have kept on doing forever if she hadn't let him know she returned his feelings, and like - idk, I just always felt like Loki, as a generally intensely private person, would keep those types of feelings hidden. (Not to mention the inherent self-loathing which would contribute to his desire to keep it hidden, bc there's no possible way they would ever feel the same way about me, I am worthless, better to not make a fool of myself with these inconvenient, unrequited feelings.)

(This dynamic doesn't necessarily play out with Thor, in my many Thorki headcanons that often conflict with one another, but yknow, that's different.)

So, to me, Loki being about as subtle as something that is the opposite of subtle felt very unexpected and surprising but at the same time I think that's why I liked it? Because it's so endearing to me. Like, it's kinda cringe but who isn't cringe when it comes to a crush? And just, the way he looks at her, and hangs onto her words, and really just puts himself out there? Fucking adorable. Soft. It reveals a kind of innocence that he likely doesn't possess in literally any other way; there's still this hopeful innocence inherent in his pleased little smiles and his "she needs me" proclamations and just.

It makes me, honestly, want to write some crack-taken-seriously fic that's literally just about the cringey things I now imagine Loki-with-a-crush might do, given the opportunity:

- writing her 50 poems and agonizing over them until he selects one (1) that isn't too embarrassing and that's the one he gives to her

- laying around plucking fucking petals off of a flower (she loves me, she loves me not);

- blushing a lot

- wondering if their children will look more like him or her or some evenly balanced combination

That last one may be a bit much but I don't actually know what people typically do when they have a crush lmfao. I just imagine it all culminating in a scene where Sylvie is like, "Aw, you had a crush on me when we met? That's so embarrassing" and Loki being like "Sylvie we are married" lmao.

This has been a quality post.

#i'm not sure where i was going with this #except that loki with an obvious crush is something i didn't know i needed #until now #does really enjoying one character hopelessly crushing on the other count as shipping?#¯\_(ツ)_/¯#sylkie #loki + sylvie (platonic)#thor (bc it's fic so thor is there) will catch loki with his stupid flower petals #and will literally hurt himself laughing #in case anyone wondered #mobius can find the discarded list of potential baby names #and he'd just let it go unmentioned until one day he and loki are doing something unrelated #and mobius just says 'so - Emerson huh. do you have something against this child or'#and loki is so embarrassed but also he's like 'shut up MOBIUS'#anyway #loki series #loki series positive

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idk if this has been asked before but, new years headcanons?

Giovanni has a BIG NEW YEAR'S PARTY with his boys every year!!! With soda and chips and movie marathons!! Well, they haven't had that many parties, since they've known each other like two or three years maybe. BUT THEY'RE GONNA DO IT EVERY YEAR FROM NOW ON!!!

Molly is just grateful the toy store is closed on New Year's Eve. It's usually really busy all day because people buy a ton of those cheap plastic poppers, but then she gets the night off to relax. And bury her head in pillows and try to mute the unbearable firework noises from outside. Oops.

Sylvie makes himself some hot tea and reads a good book while watching reflection of colors from the fireworks on his pages. You know, like an intellectual. He doesn't go to parties or any of that other silly KID stuff!

Mera always wishes she could visit the center of the city where the ultra-rich people host the biggest party of the year, but she can't because the one time she tried she ended up in ER with five broken bones and three fractures.

Indus always makes Mera a handmade paper-cone party hat to make her feel better about missing the party! (She criticizes his handiwork but wears it anyway.)

Ramsey's been to parties all around for New Year's. Some were good, some ended with him passed out, some ended with him running for his life in a back-alley. ...Yeah, nowadays he tends to just stay home and have a few Shirley Temples and box of chocolates from the nearest store.

Percy enjoys a delicacy on New Year's: her beloved butter water. That is all.

Zora gets some MAD party action in to ring in the New Year! She may hate the passage of time with a burning passion, but HEY, a party's a party! What, you think Bliss Ocean doesn't live it up? You don't know NOTHIN'.

Howie spends his New Year's working. Just like every other day of the year.

#requested headcanons #answered headcanons #new year's #anon

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Bridge Over Troubled Water pt. 2 | s.b.

*Gif doesn’t belong to me! Credits to the owner <3 Pairing: Sylvie Brett x Fem!Reader Requested: uhhh pitched a hypothetical to bestie @sylvieshay and she made me actually do it Warnings: uh... idk fluff i guess, wedding jitters Word count: 2k ish A/N: i just threw this together, what the hell. there will be a part 3. the ending was rushed, dont attack me, definitely not my best work, i wanna yack. also... that last paragraph... go bother @sylvieshay for the smut scene that goes with the honeymoon. its in progress. Part 1 | Part 3

A month had passed since you and Sylvie brought Amelia to Molly's for the first time to introduce the new addition when your girlfriend finally got tired of you splitting your time between her apartment and yours.

She asked you to move in with her on a Wednesday afternoon, knowing exactly what she wanted after seeing you sitting in the nursery singing softly to the baby, the sun's warm rays surrounding you like a halo. It was clearly a sign from the universe.

A little over a year later, you gave Sylvie the surprise of her life — a proposal, worthy of a hopeless romantic, that couldn't have been done without the help of her best friends and of course, your sweet Amelia.

When the special day finally came, you took time off work to bring Amelia down to the firehouse to see her mama in the middle of her shift.

Stella was the first to see your car pull into the driveway and signaled for the others to get in position to start taking photos of the special moment.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" Sylvie asked, pleasantly surprised to see you.

"Can't I come see my girlfriend at work?" She can tell by the teasing tone in your voice that you must be up to no good.

"Uh huh, you can, but I know you, Y/N. Spill."

"Alright, alright. We came down to show you something this little munchkin and I have been working on," you confess. You hate lying to Sylvie, but it was a half truth. You couldn't say why you were really there.

"You gonna say hi to mama?" you ask Amelia, showing her how to wave. "Say hi to mama."

"Hi, munchkin," Sylvie cooed as she kissed the top of the little girl's head, being careful not to mess up her blonde curls. "So what did you want to show me?"

Without really telling her what you were doing, you had Sylvie kneel in the middle of the station while you set Amelia on her feet a short distance away.

You had been helping the little girl practice walking for the past few weeks, holding her tiny hands as she stumbled forward, but lately, she had been getting really close to doing it on her own.

After a few trips and wobbles, all of which you caught before Amelia hit the ground, she stood on her own. You'd never forget the look on Sylvie's face or the twinkle in her eyes as she held out her hands, encouraging her daughter to walk towards her.

There were tears all around as you watched that baby girl take her first steps into Sylvie's arms, within the walls of the firehouse that made it all happen.

You couldn't help but grin at the sight of your girlfriend picking up the toddler and setting her on her lap, praising Amelia for doing such a good job. The little girl's giggles filled the bay as Sylvie tickled her sides and covered her in kisses.

Seconds later, Sylvie turned her attention back to you, only to see you pull out a tiny velvet box from your pocket and hold it in front of her.

An audible gasp escapes her lips and her eyes widen in shock as you open the lid, revealing the most beautiful ring.

Right on cue, Stella steps out from her hiding spot to take Amelia so the two of you could have your moment.

Now free from any distractions, Sylvie's hands are shaking as she took the box from you. She was speechless as her eyes flit between you and the ring. You hear her take a shuddering breath as her eyes start to water, knowing what was about to happen.

"I truly believe that there’s someone for everyone. When you talk to older couples who have been in love for 30 or 40 or 50 years, one of them always says I knew.”

“Well, I knew. I knew from the second that I met you that whoever ended up with you would be in for the ride of their lives. Ever since you were young, you have been this absolute force to be reckoned with, even if you couldn't see it." Your voice trembled as you started to get emotional. Sylvie takes her hand in yours and give it a comforting squeeze as you pause to collect yourself.

"I have watched you grow from this confused teenager, not sure what she was going to do with her life, to this wonderfully talented woman who helps people every single day. It has been the best part of my life getting to know you and falling in love with you, and this past year, I've been able to watch you become such an amazing mom to Amelia. You have spent more than a decade by my side as the best friend I could have ever asked for, but now I want to spend the rest of my days with you by my side as my wife. Sylvie Brett, will you marry me?”

"Yes, yes! Of course I will," she cried, nodding quickly as she held out her hand.

The rest of 51 not-so-subtly watched the entire thing from the windows of the break room, all bursting into cheers when they see you slip the ring on Sylvie's finger.

She tackles you in a hug the second the ring was on securely, smashing her lips into yours as she kissed you passionately. The kiss was wet with tears and and a little crazy, but it was perfect like all the ones that came before it.

When you break apart, you finally motion for the others to come on out and they all rushed through the doors eager to congratulate the both of you on your engagement.

After a few minutes of mingling, you decide it was time to let the busy firefighters and EMT's rest before they were called out to go save people.

"Hey everyone, before I go ahead and take the little lady back home for a nap, I wanted to thank you all so much for helping make this day perfect for our Sylvie," you say with your hand over your heart. "You guys mean so much to us and I'm so glad you're able to be apart of our lives. And I also wanted to say thank you to my gorgeous fiancée, for the ride of my life. I love you."

Sylvie pulls you into her side, mouthing the words back to you. She wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple as more cheers ring out through the crowd.

You hear some of the firefighters call out their goodbyes to you as they head inside and you wave to them, telling them you’d see them soon. Before going in herself, Stella walks over to give you one last hug. She hands Amelia back to you and you thank her for all the help she had been today.

When the last of them have gone back into the break room, all that's left is you and Sylvie.

"You look happy," you murmur as Sylvie pulls you back into her by the waist. You tuck a blonde lock behind her ear before you wrap your free arm around her neck. "You be safe out there, ok? Don't do anything stupid."

"I'll be careful, don't worry," she said, giving your forehead a kiss before nudging you towards the exit. "Now go, Amelia's going to be so grumpy if she's late for her nap."

You chuckle as you shake your head, knowing that the little girl was very particular about her nap times.

"I love you my beautiful fiancée, love and light of my life," you sing as you turned to leave, making Sylvie blush. "See you at home!"

She watched as you walked back to your car with Amelia on your hip, trying to hide the gigantic smile that threatened to come out whenever she thought about how happy you made her. She failed horribly, of course.

Sylvie had that silly grin on her face for the rest of the day.

As fate would have it, you and Sylvie were married a few months later, in a small intimate ceremony surrounded by your close friends and family. Neither of you wanted a big wedding that required tons of planning, so you threw together something quick. You didn't really care about the gifts or the fancy venue, you were just happy to be marrying your best friend.

Just like with any other wedding though, it wasn't without its ups and downs.

"Oh my god." Sylvie breathed out as she started to panic. She was mere minutes from marrying you and she was having a nervous breakdown. She couldn't do this. What if she messes up? What if being married ruined what you had together? That's what people always said, right?

As flashbacks from her last engagement flood her mind, she found herself faltering. She shook her head, trying to stop the memories.

You weren't Harrison. You asked her to marry you, sure, except with you, Sylvie actually wanted it.

She wanted it so bad, more than anything, but the thought of her life changing in an instant was terrifying and exciting all at the same time. It was overwhelming.

She shut her eyes and dropped her head back, her mind going wild.

"Syl?" a sweet voice called out, bringing Sylvie back from her thoughts. She opened her eyes. "Can I come in?"

"Y/N? We're not supposed to see each other before the ceremony." she protests.

"Shut your eyes then, you cheeseball." you chuckle.

"Fine, they're closed." Sylvie says with a smile, shutting her eyes again. You open the door all the way, closing the distance between the two of you.

"I hear that beautiful brain of yours is going a little crazy." you murmur to her once you're close. She sighs, making a face.

You bring your hands up to cup her face, your thumbs stroking her cheeks gently.

She takes in a deep breath through her nose and lets it out slowly, relaxing at the feeling of your skin on hers.

"I love you, Sylvie, more than anyone has ever loved another person. All this? The fancy dresses, the pretty lights, and the flowers… As much as I'm going to treasure the memories we make today, I don't need any of it to know how I feel about you. This is for our family and friends to celebrate with us. It doesn't change a thing, ok? Besides us being official on a piece of paper." you say reassuringly.

"That being said, I am so excited to be your wife, my love. Don't think about it too much, they adore us. You're gonna do great."

Sylvie nods into your hands, lettings her shoulders drop. You pull her into a hug, giving her a loving peck to her cheek.

"I love you," she murmurs into you.

You were nothing like Harrison... because just like every other time when things got a little messy (or a lot messy), you knew exactly the right things to say to make her fall in love with you all over again.

You were probably just as nervous as Sylvie was as she was getting ready, but the second you stepped out in front of the people who supported you from day one, the nerves washed away.

In a matter of seconds, you went from Y/N Y/L/N to Y/N Brett and you couldn't have imagined how much you liked seeing Sylvie's name at the end of yours.

With her name, came the promise of a future together where you two were partners in all aspects of life. As you stood in front of her that day, with the universe as your witness, you vowed that even if the road ahead wasn't easy, you would be there for her. You would be there for each other.

Like a bridge over troubled water.

As beautiful as your wedding ceremony was, the honeymoon was quite possibly the better event.

With Amelia being watched by your parents while you were gone, you and your now-wife were free to make like bunnies on every possible surface in that hotel room and you did... for three days straight.

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