#.* questions dipped in honey ( memes ) `✧

[skybent]

tag dump !

[h4m1lt0ns]

HEARTBREAK SYNDROME.

episode ten :: MADNESS, BADNESS.

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ pairing ︴lewis hamilton x y/n

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ genre ︴social media au / irl snippets

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ summary ﹔lewis + y/n = combination

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ face claim ﹔ wonyoung jang (28)

꒰꒰◌‧₊ ⬪˙⋆ warnings ﹕ excessive cussing, none.

☆ IMESSAGE with : LEW <3

y/n: lew are u awake

lew <3: yeah i’m up

y/n: wait did i wake u up

lew <3: no no dw i couldn’t sleep

lew <3: why are you up tho doll?

lew <3: it’s almost two in the morning

y/n: i couldn’t sleep either <3

y/n: remember the demo lyrics i showed you like three days ago??

lew <3: the one you began writing on the boat?

y/n: yeahhhh that one

lew <3: yeah ofc

y/n: can u help me finish it?

y/n: if you’re not busy ofc

lew <3: never too busy for you doll

lew <3: plus i’m not really doing anything rn

y/n:

lew <3: you and those memes lmfao

lew <3: how can i help you doll

y/n: oh

y/n: i was actually hoping you’d come over

y/n: i’m just chilling in my home studio

lew <3: studio you said???

lew <3: you don’t even have to ask twice

lew <3: putting on my shoes

y/n: omg oh my god okay omg

y/n: y/n x xnda????

lew <3: whewwwwwww 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

lew <3: let me cook alright

y/n: get in there lewis

lew <3: omw !!!

y/n: pls bring roscoe

lew <3: dw i will

lew <3: i said your name once and he immediately woke up

y/n: 😭😭

y/n: i miss him sm

lew <3: on our way doll :)))

y/n

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y/n it’s just me and you

tagged: roscoelovescoco, lewishamitlon

592,495 comments.

username Y/N’S IN THE STUDIO ALERT 🚨

username BITCH IS THAT ROSCOE???!?!?????!?!?

→ username IT IS SHE TAGGED THE ACCOUNT

→ username ROSCOE MUSICAL DEBUT???

→ username producer tag is woof woof

username y/n???? and lewis??? in the studio???? i’m excited????

username YESSSS NEW MUSIC SOON PLS 🔥🔥🔥

username LET HER COOK LET HER COOK 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

username YES GOD PLS

username Y/N AND XNDA????

→ roscoelovescoco y/ns ands roscoe

→ username HOE YOU AINT SLICK

→ username LEWIS DROP THE SONG IMMEDIATELY

→ username OKAY SO THIS JUST CONFIRMED IT

→ username WORLDS COLLIDING????

→ username IM SOOOOOO NORMAL ABT THIS

username LEWIS AND Y/N IN THE STUDIO????

→ username i personally, am frothing at the mouth.

→ username real

carlossainz55 babysitting duty?

→ y/n third wheeling duty actually

→ lewishamilton i was the third wheel 🙋🏾

→ username OHMYGODOHMYGOD

→ username Y/N X XNDA WHEN

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username OMFGGGGGGG

roscoelovescoco i’s missed yous y/ns 🐾

→ username i once again say, hoe you ain’t slick 🤨

username there’s so much going on i don’t know where to look.

username LEWIS WAS THEREEEEEEE

username BRO IM BOUT TO EXPLODE

y/l/nestate glad you’re in the studio but please get some sleep 🎀

jensonbutton another banger album coming?

→ y/n maybe 🤭

→ username HUHHHHHH

username FATHER JENSON

→ username ANOTHER ALBUM????

→ username MA’AM YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AND DIP

→ username Y/N COME BACK 🔪

→ username AYEEEEYOOOOOO

→ username SCREAMINGGGG

→ username BWOAHHHHHH

→ username Y/N I SWEARRRRRR

☆ IMESSAGE with : BOARD OF DIRECTORS.

princess george: so y/n

y/n: jesus christ

princess george: wrong

honey badger: lmfao

y/n: oh this feels like a threat

yukino: it is 🔪🔪🔪

PIERRE GASLYYYY: ^^^

y/n: OH???????

princess george: you and lewis huh 😏

y/n: don’t ever use that emoji ever again omfg

my baby lando: look at her trying to dodge the topic

babygirl alex: no bc literally

chili!: what were you doing in the studio w a boy in the middle of the night young lady 🤨

y/n: papa????

chal eclair: answer the question bae ❤️🔪

wifey lily: yet another man trying to steal my wife i see

angel carmen: no bc has he no self respect? frolicking with a married woman?

girlfriend kika: my wife specifically??

y/n: oh my god 🤭 babe i’m blushing

alabono: bro answer the question

y/n: 🙄🙄🙄🙄

y/n: he helped me with a demo i’m working on

y/n: we wrote a song together is all

yukino: a part of me wants to believe you but the other says you’re hiding shit 🧐

y/n: omfg yuki how dare you

chal eclair: oh so you just hung out?

y/n: yeah man

PIERRE GASLYYYY: “yeah man” right.

PIERRE GASLYYYY: you liar

PIERRE GASLYYYY: roscoe was still at your house this morning when kika facetimed you so lewis is also probably still there

yukino: SO YOU ARE HIDING SHIT???

y/n: wAIT

babygirl alex: LIARRRRRRRR

angel carmen: HOW COULD YOU

y/n: HOLD AWNNNNNN

honey badger: CAN WE EVEN TRUST YOU MATE

chili!: ^^^^^^^

y/n: OKAY

y/n: LISTEN

my baby lando: 👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼👂🏼

y/n: roscoe is at my house bc i’m babysitting him today, lew is busy and i’m keeping an eye on him while in the studio

chal eclair: LEW?????

chal eclair: HE HAS A NICKNAME NOW??

chal eclair: I WAITED TWO YEARS TO GET A NICKNAME AND HE GETS ONE EASILY?

chal eclair: THE BEST I GET OUT OF YOU IS SHAL LEGLEG AND HE GETS A CUTE “LEW”?

chal eclair: no.

chal eclair: tell him to pull up

babygirl alex: relax u can’t hurt a fly even if you wanted

yukino: it’s okay charles i’ll hurt him for you

y/n: neither of you is hurting anyone

my baby lando: i smell a potential father figure

y/n: omg shut up

honey badger: she says as she giggles and kicks her feet

y/n: STOPPP

wifey lily: OH SO YOU ARE GIGGLING KICKING YOUR FEET

yukino: down MISERABLE

y/n: NO IM NOT

princess george: what did he do that has you kicking your feet 🤨

chili!: ^^^^^^

babygirl alex: ^^^^^

yukino: ^^^^^^^

honey badger: ^^^^^

y/n: we didn’t do anything oh my god

alabono: we didn’t ask if YALL did something

alabono: we asked what did HE do

alabono: exposed ur self dummy

wifey lily: i’m so proud of you for clocking that babe

alabono: 😌

my baby lando: WAIT

honey badger: YOU TWOOOO DID SOMETHING

yukino: y/n, spill or i crash into lewis next race

y/n: listen. good fucking god.

y/n: i’m literally powering off my phone after this.

y/n: we kissed in the recording both

my baby lando: HUHHHLDOWIFIW

wifey lily: WHATTTTTDOYOUMEANKISSED

chili!: KISSED??? LIKE MWAH MWAH

alabono: MWAH MWAH IS KILLING MEEEE

PIERRE GASLYYYY: Y/N ANSWER THE PHONE

babygirl alex: THEY KISSEDDDDKDOSK

girlfriend kika: LOOOOOOSING IN MY MIND

honey badger: BITCH COME BACK HERE

angel carmen: MY KNEES ARE WEAK WDYM KISS

princess george: YOU DID WHAT WHERE

chal eclair: HE STILL GOT A NICE ENOUGH NICKNAME BEFORE ME MATE.

y/n added to their story!

☆ IMESSAGE with : LEW <3

lew <3: today was as long as a mf

lew <3: i got home and wondered why i couldn’t hear any barking

lew <3: forgot my boy was with u lol

y/n: oh fuck u seem rly rly tired

y/n: it’s okay i’ll drop him off dw

y/n: lol at least one of us got work done

lew <3: was ur day not good?

lew <3: what happened doll

y/n: roscoe is soooo fucking adorable :(

y/n: i literally couldn’t pay attention to anything that wasn’t him

y/n: he’s so so so cute it’s was so distracting 🥹 and the problem was that i had him on my lap the entire morning and when i stopped cuddling him he started whining and crying n i felt like a monster

lew <3: awww

lew <3: ur so cute

lew <3: i feel terrible knowing i can’t take him everywhere with me

y/n: he’s so babie i love him soooo much

lew <3: more than me?

y/n: yes obv 🙄 know ur place

lew <3: lmfaoooo

lew <3: come over already doll

y/n: aw man ur taking roscoe away from me :’(

lew <3: i miss my son

lew <3: and i miss my doll too

y/n: making me blush lew

lew <3: if not me then who will

lew <3: btw ur staying for dinner

lew <3: u don’t have a say in this :)

y/n: yes sir!!

lew <3: oh?

lew <3: sir huh?

y/n: 🫢🤭

lew <3: come over.

y/n: omwwww

lewishamilton added to their story!

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Cissatrix, 34. things you whispered in my ear

drabbles request. meme still open.

Is she gone for good? They whisper in bed to each other, curled tight beneath blankets. Mother is sobbing, father is furious. Stupid girl, they say. The Black family madness. That's what they call it. Yes, Bellatrix says, she's gone. Narcissa nods, she moves closer, her heart turns to steel.

Promise me you'll take care of her. Bellatrix has never been scared, never been reluctant. Narcissa nods and makes her vow. She takes the little girl from her and Bellatrix looks over the child one more time. She kisses her sister, she kisses her daughter. She doesn't look back.

Did you miss me? Her touch alone is enough to make Narcissa sigh, her question eliciting a noise of pleading from the throat of the younger witch. Of course she missed her. Bellatrix kisses the skin of her throat and fingers dip lower, lower until they meet heat. Narcissa moans, tangling her fingers into the hair she's spent hours detangling and cleaning out. She almost looks herself again, but Bella feels the same and Cissy still tastes like nectarines and honey.

I need you here right now. Narcissa makes the demand despite that it's whispered. Bellatrix is distracted. Azkaban has not broken her, but her mind is perpetually on Lord Voldemort. Narcissa knows how to snap her back. When did she learn that? Bellatrix can't help but smile. I'm here, she promises, squeezing her hand. I'm here.

[spellbindingnights]

More aura memes that no one asked for

muses: the Sullivan family

liam & cara: ivory

lace, marble, china dishes, doves, paper, bones, vanilla shakes. your essence is ivory: you are a piece of history, sturdy and eternal. others believe you to be gentle; they don't see the pressure that is threatening to crack you. you seek control and organize your life into rows. you are the overseer. you are the porcelain. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of grey, noir, pearl, and ashen, who share the pressure you put on yourself. you are also drawn to the expressive rose and lilac, who will help you grow and learn that things will be okay even if they don't go right. however, you may struggle to get along with the indulgent personalities of sky and apricot who need too much stimulation and decadence.

declan: crimson

rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewelry. your essence is crimson: you are the strong, defiant and avoidant. you crave some sort of deviation; to walk in another's footsteps feels mundane, a waste of your time. you are possessive and never look back at the things you've lost or forgotten. you are the rebel. you are the one who will change the world. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of red, blush, garnet, and bronze, who share your impassioned existence. you are also drawn to the confident souls royal and gold, who will help you grow and show that not everyone seeks to break you. however, you may struggle to get along with the slow-acting personalities of navy and umber who never seem assertive about anything.

brooklyn: blue

blueberries, canals, gatorade, denim jackets, stationary, coastlines, bluebirds. your essence is blue: you are as deep as the seas, but sensitive to the slightest ripple. you attach meaning to your emotions; they guide you, but also blind you to how things truly are. you act misunderstood but shy away from telling anyone who you really are. you are the poet. you are the sorrower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of sky, navy, mauve, and jade, who share your need for authenticity. you are also drawn to the self-actualizing green and orange, who will help you grow and open up during hardship. however, you may struggle to get along with the linear personalities of grey and red who seem overly focused on structure.

colleen: indigo

cold water, tile, masks, constellations, dyed fabric, macaw feathers, night sands. your essence is indigo: your emotional depth consumes all who dip their toes. you are sensitive but enigmatic; you project an air of mystery, and deep down are confident no one could ever solve yours. you are darkly romantic and mesmerizing. you are the mystique. you are the widow. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of periwinkle, mauve, royal, and navy, who share your quiet intuition. you are also drawn to the driven souls amaranth and garnet, who will help you grow and learn how to leave your mark on the world. however, you may struggle to get along with the uncommitted personalities of bronze and hickory who seem to lack true depth.

finnegan: yellow

daisies, road signs, bumblebees, lemon merengue, bicycles, polaroids, awnings. your essence is yellow: you are precise yet shy, putting band-aids on your cuts alone. you demand much of yourself; your self-expression feels tempered by a mold you're intended to fill. you seek an anchor to hold and keep your doubt at bay. you are the dutiful. you are the one who rises after you fall. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of cream, gold, honey, and chartreuse, who share your loyalty and compassion. you are also drawn to the sturdy red and brown, who will help you grow and learn to not question your own judgment. however, you may struggle to get along with the overly-involved personalities of pink and green who are unconscious of their own feelings.

[ronmanmob]

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver a bite of their food.

Showing Affection Meme

Watching Riley work his magic in the kitchen-space of Ron's New York apartment, the once-gangster was certain of two things. One - the lad had missed his vocation not going into the restaurant business. And two - there was no way on God's Earth he'd be refusing food this evening. The sight and scents of it didn't matter in that regard - much as what Riley was cooking up looked and smelled divine. He'd been turned off food the whole day through thanks to a little sideways brain chem and the hallucinations it could bring on; the paranoia too. What was different about that food and this though was the trust he had in the chef and how the chef, bless his patience, had let Ron linger and watch while he prepared what all he'd bought round to make culinary magic with.

It wasn't a heavy kind of watchfulness. Ron considered he had it down to an art form now, feigning interest where it was in fact need that had him lingering; at least at first. Once he'd settled though - somewhere between the seasoning of a couple of beautifully cut steaks and the creation, for showing off's sake Ron thought, of a tomato rose that was almost artwork to his untrained eye - need gave way to relaxed curiosity. And that was where he found himself now, a pace and some change back from Riley's right side as the steaks marinated and that rose was nestled within the leafy confines of the salad bowl Ron had put together before his friend's arrival. He'd never claim much skill where cooking was concerned, but he could do the cold bits just fine and made a habit, when Riley'd offer to cook them dinner to go with the game, say, of providing the very best he could find in terms of accompaniments.

And speaking of--

"--Hey Rawnie-"

Ron's attention clipped off the salad bowl and onto the chef. "Mate?"

"Got a dressing for that-" A gesture first to the tomato rose topped leaves, then to the dipping bowl before him on the counter. It was empty at first, but as Ron watched Riley added-- "Olive oil, minced garlic, white-wine vinegar-" He poured carefully, measuring by eye. "-Dijon mustard, honey and-" A flurry of sea salt fell through practiced fingers. "-Salt to taste."

The concoction was given a careful mix by its maker who then, with the same spoon, drizzled a little onto a pre-cut piece of artisan bread which he presented at lips height to Ron.

"You tell me" Riley prompted. "Need more salt? Less? Dash more honey?"

"--Ow'd yah-" Ron caught the question mid-ask, navigating his way towards the offering carefully. It hadn't been thrust in his face by any means - his friend knew enough about how his internals worked to know sudden anything around Ron's head was a bad time - but it still took a moment of mental map reading to get his body to work how he wanted it to. What would've looked to Riley like an easy half step towards him and a measured lean in to the morsel for a taste engaged every inch of Ron's focus; as did bringing his hand up to Riley's to ask wordlessly that it be kept still while he was near. He didn't think it wouldn't be, but politeness dictated the implied please in the gesture, just like it did Ron not talking with his mouth full once he'd taken a bite and moved back that half step to savour. He'd chewed and swallowed before picking up his question again.

"Ow'd y'make it less salty? S'good, tastes nice -- got th'garlic, th'oney right clear."

The visiting chef seemed pleased at his assessment, and spent the next half hour educating his Brit on the finer details of vinaigrette preparation while he made his culinary magic. Ron didn't mention how grateful he was for how Riley'd talked through each element of the taster he'd made for him. He didn't know how to bring it up; how to ask if he'd done it because he knew it'd help settle his brain, or if he just enjoyed his cooking so much that giving voice to what he was doing pleased him. But either way, it'd helped.

[of-foolish-and-wise]

a uni survival guide: tips from a phd

if there's one thing i know about, it's college. i've done it, i've taught it, i've lived and breathed it. these tips are for first years in particular, but honestly for everybody. i think it's so important for people to have balanced lives in these years -- academics are not everything. you know what didn't help me in the real world when i was afraid i wouldn't live through it? my fancy college note-taking format. you know what did help me? the friends i made there who i knew would get on a plane and fly across the country in a matter of hours if i told them i needed them.

academic

- figure out where class is held ahead of time: don't be that kid who's late on day one, i beg of you

- use the writing center: especially for basic grammatical editing, which a lot of professors don't have time to mark on papers

- speak up in class: talking through ideas helps you work through them, and asking questions about something you don't understand can open up great lines of conversation

- find a regular schedule that works for you and stick to it: my college schedule was morning free time, class, lunch, class, practice, homework. that consistency was a life-saver

- keep a planner: it's so important to have a central place to track deadlines, assignments, and engagements

- annotate your reading: when you're stressing about a paper topic, being able to go back to what you've highlighted and written in the margins is a life-saver

- color-code your coursework: i use the same color highlighter, pen, and notebook for any given class. it's super helpful

- if you can't focus while studying with friends, don't: i reserved group studying for days when i didn't have important work because i can't be in a room with other people without talking to them. if your school has one, the quiet floor of the library is your best friend

- treat yourself to a "fun" class: art was always my place to just sit back and chill, a way to end the night all zen in the darkroom instead of conjugating russian verbs in a fluorescent-lit cinderblock prison. for you, it could be gym, it could be pottery, it could be some random course about, like, the history of cooking or something -- explore!

- profs are people too: don't be too nervous around them. also, know that if you're struggling -- even b/c of something in your personal life -- you can admit it, and they'll almost always understand why you missed a deadline or bombed a test

- go to office hours: it's the only way to get to know professors in big courses, and it's so helpful for both your grades and learning how to navigate relationships with authority figures

social

- don't let academia keep you from your friends: it's a case-by-case basis, but sometimes it's okay to let the reading slide and spend time with friends. i graduated seven years ago and my college group text still talks every day. that's so much more important to me than the fact that i never finished brideshead revisited

- joining a club is one of the best ways to make friends: i played ultimate frisbee through college and it was the source of so many lasting relationships, as well as the way i met all my local friends when i was abroad

- say yes to things you don't know if you'll like: you'll surprise yourself. me? turns out i love drinking games. and theme parties. and skinny dipping. and rock climbing

- don't be that person who looks down on their peers for partying: honestly? that person kind of sucks. you don't have to party if you don't want to, but actually, a lot of those people are super nice and also good at school -- don't just write them off!

- show up for your friends: go to their games, their concerts, their art shows, their standup nights. show them that what matters to them matters to you, too

- set aside a night to do a group activity with others: whether your vibe is wednesday night trivia, a weekly "terrible movie" showing, or a get-high-and-watch-nature-documentaries-type thing, these are great ways to liven up the week and de-stress

- this is a great time to figure out who from high school really matters to you: you don't have to force relationships that were built mostly on convenience if there are friends at uni with whom you click more. people you became friends with purely based on the coincidence of where your parents lived do not have to be your forever friends. they can be! but they don't have to be

personal

- don't expect too much of yourself: a 4.0 is not the end-all, be-all. if your family or somebody tells you it is, tell them to call me, and i will personally talk some sense into them

- take advantage of university support services: mental health counseling, free yoga classes, multi-cultural societies, etc

- drink water: please, please don't get kidney stones in the middle of the semester, says the girl who got kidney stones in the middle of the semester

- let yourself take breaks: if you need to lie to a professor and say you're sick when really you're just feeling down and you need to sit in bed and watch a movie, that's totally valid

- don't freak about individual assignments: my students come to me freaking over a B+ and i tell them, honey, no job interviewer is ever going to ask you about your second paper from communications 101. i wish i'd known that

- go see speakers if there's someone interesting coming to campus: these talks are always cooler than you expect. i'll never get over the fact that i didn't go see anita hill when she came to my undergrad

- do your laundry on the same night every week: i can't explain why this is so helpful but it really is

- keep up on the news and the memes: read the school paper, the school blog, the memes page -- college politics and inside jokes are fun and convoluted and fascinating

- set the groundwork for long-term self-care: all of the above is really just to say -- university isn't just for learning about the french revolution, it's also about learning how to balance, how to handle failure, how to ask for help, how to make a salad that doesn't totally suck, etc

[wickedgamesoyaoya]

❧ 13. spectrum of change

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❧ A/N: dun dun dun!

It is quite easy to string together a few words with confidence, despite an absence of truth. How simple is it to sing out the words “I have changed”? Perhaps, the issue is that it should not be that simple. There should be some weight sewn into the declaration, one that carries consequences. However, as unfortunate as it is, many will claim they have changed, and most will have nothing to prove the truth of the statement.

That being said, you were not the rule. You were the exception.

The question that remained was… where did Daiki fall on the spectrum?

Prior to re-entering the ballroom, you adjusted your posture and plastered a dim professional smile to your features. Playing the aloof heartbreaker was meant to be reserved for Iwaizumi. Yet, perhaps that was a performance you needed to adopt when addressing your ex as well. And it should be known, that you could do it. Further, it would be an easier task in the current circumstances, considering your complicated history with the radio host.

Well, complicated may be an understatement.

When you stepped into the main space, the silver haired male did not waste a moment. Shifting his attention to you, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. But what caught you by surprise was the sliver of warmth that ignited for a split second when he took in your presence. It was as though you broke through his performative armour, a fact that he tried to immediately conceal.

“Sorry about that! What did I miss?” Internally you coached yourself to remain civil, but the longer you maintained eye contact with him, the more your true feelings began to tug at your chest.

“No need to apologize. I was just telling the lovely couple about our past.” The nonchalant tone that accompanied his explanation created a knot inside your stomach. You knew whatever he must have told them would have been fabricated or, a brief account that did not touch upon the many imperfections that poisoned your history. “Ya know, how we used to date when we were kids. It seems that fate brought us back together. Dontcha think?”

A gentle “hm” in acknowledgement sounded within the confines of your throat. You would have offered a sarcastic comment in return if another voice did not chime in without warning.

“Maybe our love will renew yours! Isn’t that exciting honey?” The bride to be bounced o the spot towards her partner, who replied with a laugh. The remark only provided Daiki with the confidence to continue his provocative behaviour.

“Yeah, y/n. Maybe this time will be the right time.” After dipping an eyelid into a wink, the radio host puckered his lips in an imitation kiss. “Whatcha say to falling in love with me again?”

“You were always so funny, Seto.” The humourless laughter bubbling from your throat sliced at your esophagus, but you paid it no mind. Truly by funny you meant infuriating. “And as much as I’m enjoying this reunion, I need to go pick up the sample desserts right now. I’ll be in contact with you when I need to discuss your duties as the host.”

The perfect excuse to leave the vicinity to regain your sanity. Yes. It should have been perfect.

“Oh, that’s awkward, huh?” Daiki directed the observation towards the couple, which only caused your internal alarm to increase in sound. “I’m actually going to be helping ya with everything. They want my input on all the stuff you’re working on, sooo. I guess we’re gonna be partners for the next few months.”

It was no longer possible to mask your reaction, and as your eyes widened naturally, Daiki grinned at you mischievously.

So where did he fall on the spectrum of change? You would find out very very soon, whether you wanted to or not.

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[flannels-and-fannypacks]

WTWT: The Sequel | Part 4/5 [Reggie Peters]

pairing: reggie peters x fem!reader

word count: 6.6k

warnings: angst, swearing

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If Rose thought he was stupid then, he wondered how she would have thought of him now. Incredibly sleep deprived, clothes wrinkled, and a bouquet of flowers he most definitely sat on at one point in his hand. But none of that mattered now. He was finally here in Canada to see you, his most chaotic plan yet.

Penticton was not like Los Angeles in the slightest. Reggie felt as though he was out of place. This city was calm and small, in contrast to his loud and unpredictable life. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make the adjustment if he had to move here, but he knew he’d do anything for you.

With a shaky hand, Reggie knocked on the door. The door slowly opened to reveal an older couple, one that Reggie barely recognized. Reggie was about to apologize and leave until the woman spoke up.

“Aren’t you that horse boy?” the woman asked, narrowing her eyes. “The one that (N/N) was friends with, right? From Idaho?”

Reggie’s cheeks were flushed red. “Um, Wyoming, ma’am,” he corrected politely.

The woman seemed impressed. “Manners and flowers,” she mused. “Turns out they did teach you a thing or two on that ranch of yours. Come in, I made scones.” Without letting Reggie speak, she took the flowers and shoved them into her husband’s hands. “Earl, put that in water, the poor flowers look parched.”

“Um ma’am I’m not too sure this is a good-,”

“Nonsense, you must have come all the way from California,” she waved him off, “We need to get you fed and rested up don’t we?”

Her husband nodded while finding a vase to put the flowers in. “Best take a seat, son,” he whispered. “Tamara gets a little pushy, so there’s no point in fighting her.”

Sighing, Reggie took a seat on the couch as Earl walked off to the closet.

“I’ll be right back honey,” Tamara insisted, just have to go grab something from the kitchen.

Reggie nodded and sat quietly, waiting for her to return, and when she did she was accompanied by a large plate of what Reggie had assumed to be scones. You were obsessed with them, the cafe you worked at had even started selling them at your request.

“You must be hungry from that flight, right?” she asked, removing her oven mitts. “Have some of these, they’re (N/N)’s favorite, can’t get enough of them.” Without asking for permission, she took a scone and --for lack of better word-- shoved it into Reggie’s mouth. “Taste good, honey?”

They were delicious. Only issue was that they were fresh from the oven.

“T-they’re h-ho-” Reggie tried to tell the woman.

Only Tamara didn’t listen. Instead, she took another scone, prepared to feed Reggie once again. “You’re like a stick, honey,” she scolded with a shake of her head. “I told Eloise about those weird fads in California. Stubborn girl doesn’t want to listen.” Reggie nodded, finally swallowing the scone. Not the smartest choice. “Oh, you’re finished? Have another.”

“No thank-” Reggie was cut off by the pastry filling his mouth.

Tamara tutted, seemingly not noticing the boy’s discomfort. “You know, I remember you from when you were little,” she continued to talk. “Very skinny. But short. You grew quite a bit from last time we visited, right, Earl?”

Earl came back, flowers now in a purple vase. He nodded wordlessly before turning to look at Reggie, his cheeks red and puffed out. Earl’s face showed no surprise. That was his wife, after all.

“Oh, Earl, not that vase,” Tamara sighed, giving Reggie a sneak attack by feeding him another scone. The poor boy let out a muffled groan, but didn’t say anything else. “Get the white one, it matches the flowers’ colors much better.”

“Yes dear,” Earl said, going back to the closet in the back of the house. Reggie slouched back on the couch, hopeless and in desperate need for some water. He came to Canada for you, not to be subjected to some sick twisted grandmotherly world war two-esque torture.

Tamara looked down at Reggie. “You must really like these scones, dear,” she said, visibly impressed. “Have another, there’s plenty to go around. Now I see why (N/N) likes you. You two must really love my cooking, hm? Remind me to give you the recipe for when you go back home. That is, if you want to go home.”

Earl mouthed an apology as he came back with the new vase and Reggie just looked at the old man and questioned whether this was going to be him in fifty years.

Reggie tried to say something but only crumbs flew out of his mouth, stuffed like a chipmunk.

“Hey Nana is someone out here I thought I-Flicka?!”

Reggie turned over to you, eyes wide, face full with scones and he gave you a pained smile.

“Hi Foofie,” he attempted to say with his mouth full.

Tamara pinched the bridge of her nose. “Well, looks aren’t everything,” she sighed. “Come on, boy, swallow before you speak. This is your future bride for crying out loud.”

“Nana,” you whined before rushing over to Reggie, taking a cloth napkin and wiping his face. “You look absolutely ridiculous, Flicka.”

“You lofe me,” he shot back, mouth still filled with scones.

You hummed in response. “Sometimes,” you teased. Tears began to well in your eyes. “I can’t believe you flew all the way here, and suffered Nana’s scone feeding for me.”

Eloise and Mateo walked into the room next looking at the sight before them with great confusion.

“Mom not again!” Eloise complained while her husband just let out a small chuckle, remembering the similar way he was greeted when he was getting to know Eloise. “I’m so sorry Reggie honey, but it’s really great to see you,” the middle aged woman smiled and leaned down, giving Reggie a big hug. “It’s been a while.”

“It has,” Reggie said, finally able to answer properly.

Mateo was next, helping Reggie out of his seat and welcoming him with the same kindness.

“Good to see you son,”

“You too, sir,” he nodded.

Mateo ruffled the boy’s hair before Reggie was pulled in some other direction and out the door of the house.

You sat Reggie down on the porch swing overlooking the rest of the city from where the house stood on the mountain. He could see how the mountains dipped into a valley, surrounded by bushes and trees that faded in the distance, pooling into the crystal blue lake, of which he could see more than one.

His driver had told him the large one was the Okanagan lake, and it spanned multiple cities, the middle point being the city he flew into, Kelowna, the other smaller lake that was more popular with locals was called Skaha.

“You know,” you hummed as you leaned your head on his shoulder. “This is by far the stupidest plan you’ve ever come up with.” Reggie snorted, shaking his head silently. “But I’m glad you went through with it.”

“Me too, I was going to leave a few days after you left, but Rose made me pick up some shifts at her parents store so I could pay for the ticket,”

You laughed softly, taking his hand and weaving it together. “Seems like Rose,” you mused. “How are all of them? I miss them a lot, you know.”

“Yeah, we all know,” Reggie nodded. “Can I just say your grandma is a lot more intense than when we were younger. I legitimately thought she was trying to suffocate me with food,”

“Yeah, Nana does that with all the boyfriends, dad got the same treatment back in the 70s,”

“I hope I passed her test, then,” Reggie chuckled.

“You definitely did, she shoved like five scones in your mouth, I think that’s a record,”

“Pays to have the stomach of a cow,”

“Cows have six stomachs Flicka,”

“Exactly,” he grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “And look at this, no universe, just me in charge, huh?”

“Or, is that what the universe wants you to think?”

“You know I thought you believed in God,” he fired back and you laughed.

“Same idea Flicka, just deal with it, higher power’s got your back,”

Just when Reggie opened his mouth, the door creaked open, revealing Eloise’s head poking out. “As sweet as this little reunion is,” she began sympathetically. “I think you two should get inside, now. You know, the mosquitoes are the one thing that don’t follow the ‘nice Canadian’ stereotype.”

You sighed, nodding. “Come on, Flicka. Sunburns are one thing but I’m not going to help you if you get a mosquito bite.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, mosquitoes suck,” he said grabbing your arm and pulling you up and into the house.

As soon as you entered the room, Tamara smiled, exiting the kitchen. “There you two are,” she said. “Would you like another sco-”

“No!” both you and Reggie exclaimed in unison.

Reggie’s face turned red. “I uh mean, no ma’am,” he corrected sheepishly. “I’m full, but thank you. They’re really good, though.” Tamara, seemingly pleased with his response, nodded.

“Don’t forget, separate rooms you two,” Eloise warned.

Tamara looked at her daughter with a frown, “You act like you did sneak Mateo in here when you were teenagers. Plus he likes my scones! He’s family!”

“Yeah mom, listen to Nana I’m 22, you can relax,” you sighed.

“I promise no shenanigans,” Reggie added, “Swear it on Tamara’s scones,”

Tamara walked over to her daughter, patting her back. “Let the kids let loose,” she told her. “They’ll be fine together.”

You grinned, kissing your grandmother’s cheek gratefully. “Thank you, Nana.”

“Don’t thank me just yet, honey,” she stopped you. “I still want you to keep your door open. I approve of him, but I’m not ready to be a great grandmother just yet.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not ready to be a dad yet either,” Reggie chuckled. “One step at a time right?”

“We’ll see about that,” you chuckled mischievously earning you a scold from your father.

“Don’t tease the poor boy you’re just like your mother,”

Your mother rolled her eyes, elbowing him not so subtly. “Well, get to bed, the two of you,” she told you both. “I’m sure you have a bunch of things to show him tomorrow, so best get to bed now so you can have an early start,”

“Of course mom, love you guys,” you said, waving to your family and giving your grandfather who had been silent a kiss on the cheek.

Reggie was taken into Mateo's arms for a hug which he received warmly, your parents were like his second parents, they helped raise him, so it was only fair he looked at them that way.

Eloise was next, but along with a hug she whispered in his ear,

“I swear to sweet baby Jesus, Reginald, no funny business,”

“You have my word mama,” he chuckled and pressed a kiss to her cheek before following you out of the living room and up the small set of stairs that brought you to the rooms.

Your bedroom was small, and resembled that of a child’s. It was a bright pink with stars adorning the walls. Your twin sized bed was in the middle, pressed to the back of the wall. Reggie assumed that not much had changed in your room since you hadn’t been here for years.

“Nice room, Cookie,” he complimented as he set his bag down. “Very um, Disney princess chic.”

You shot him a look before throwing a pink throw pillow in his direction. “Shut up,” you shot back. “My grandparents haven’t really changed up the place. Hell, they still think I’m their baby granddaughter that wears princess dresses all the time.”

Reggie approached you, placing his hands on your waist. “Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a pink princess dress,” he teased. “You’d look adorable.”

“As long as you wear the animal sidekick suit. You’d look adorable,” you mocked.

“Okay, I don’t mean to be a downer, but I’m exhausted, somehow my flight had a connection in Colorado then Alberta, so I’ve been awake for hours,”

“The washroom is through that door, you can get changed and then come and rest on the Aurora bedspread,”

“Looking forward to it Cookie,”

As instructed, Reggie made his way to the washroom and got ready while you did the same in your room, turning off the lights and leaving the door open. When you climbed into the bed, Reggie had just opened the door to the washroom, he was wearing flannel pants and a very large Sunset Curve shirt.

“Did they run out of your size, Flicka?” you teased, in your pajamas, a pair of old shorts and Alex’s sweatshirt you had stolen prior. Not that Alex ever noticed you took it, though. The drummer had a lifetime supply.

Reggie scoffed playfully. “I’ll have you know, this is just my size,” he told you. “Size beautiful, duh.”

You held your arms out to him in a welcoming hold and he didn’t hesitate to fall into them, resting his head against your chest while you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Hey, how is everyone?” you asked with a quiet yawn.

“Well, that’s the million dollar question isn’t it,” he laughed. “Bobby drank Rose and Ray’s place dry when you left, Luke didn’t eat anything but Twinkies for three days and wouldn’t leave your old apartment, Alex stayed with him but he was just as bad and Rose and Ray just took time off from everything to take care of everyone.”

“Wow,” you breathed.

“But,” Reggie continued. “They’re better now, they convinced me to come back up here. I think they want to come and visit at some point,”

“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled softly. “To see them all again. Maybe I’ll come back down for the wedding.”

Reggie chuckled, his fingers running through your hair. “There’s no “maybe,” Cookie. You’re going to be there, even if Rose has to drag you while in a white dress and veil. You’re her maid of honour.”

“About that,” you said, squinting your eyes. “Do you think they’re actually getting married? Like Rose didn’t say she told her parents or anything it was all very weird.”

“Oh, no, they’re definitely lying,” Reggie laughed. “But it’s fun to play along, see how long it takes for them to break or you know, break us.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Those two are crazy,” she sighed. “Definitely Rose’s idea, though.”

Reggie nodded, his eyelids slowly closing. “Yeah,” he hummed. “I always thought we’d be the first ones to get married in the group, anyway.”

You chuckled lightly and nodded, “With our track record? Really Flicka? I was expecting at least one of us to get married and divorced first, probably me to be perfectly honest and you would have gone on some self actualization trip to Borneo and then we would have found each other again and gotten married,”

“Borneo does sound nice,” he mused and laughed. “We were never one for a normal relationship.”

You agreed. “Normal’s too boring,” you said. “Where’s the drama in a normal relationship?”

“When you put it that way it makes it seem unhealthy,” Reggie poked you and you squirmed under his touch.

“It’s not unhealthy it’s just… just… spicy! That’s it, our relationship is spicy,”

“So were those dances Mrs. Leona taught us,”

“Oh Tamika! She’s such a sweetheart, I went through part of my practicum with her,”

“You’re on a first name basis with her?” Reggie asked, surprised.

“Well, I am almost a teacher now so yeah,” you nodded. “Still wouldn’t let go the whole deal with us having unparalleled chemistry,”

“Why am I not surprised,” Reggie yawned loudly.

You tilted your head upwards to see Reggie, barely staying awake. “Okay, we definitely should go to bed now,” you told him. “You look beyond exhausted.”

“I feel beyond exhausted.”

Laughing softly, you snuggled yourself closer into Reggie’s chest, his arms finding their place around your waist. “Goodnight, Flicka,” you whispered. “I’m glad the universe brought us back together.”

Reggie hummed in response. “I’m glad, too. I love you, Cookie.”

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You woke up the next morning to the loud sound of banging. Sitting up abruptly, you turned to see the other side of your bed empty. You frowned to yourself. Were you just dreaming? Did Reggie not actually come to Canada?

“YOU HORSE BOY, I TOLD YOU TO ADD SUGAR! WHAT IN YOUR RIGHT MIND MADE YOU THINK ADDING SALT TO PANCAKES WAS A SMART DECISION?” you heard your grandmother yell.

You let out a sigh of relief. Reggie was here.

“I’m sorry!” you heard him yelp. “They look similar, so I-”

“Oh, these Brandanowitz women, worst taste in men, I tell you,” she grumbled loudly. “None of them can choose a man who knows how to cook!”

Rushing down the stairs, you poked your head around the corner to see your grandmother, father, and Reggie trying to cook. Your father seemed to have taken a major offense to your nana’s comment.

“Tamara, I’ve gotten much better, plus I did teach you how to make arepas,”

Your grandmother narrowed her eyes. “Don’t get smart with me, boy,” she snapped, snatching the pan from your father’s hands. “I still remember the cake incident back in ‘84.” Your father blushed sheepishly before stepping back to let Nana take the lead in cooking.

“Mom before you start attacking my husband you do know that dad can’t cook right? I’d say that proves you have equally bad taste in men,” your mother countered.

“Mhmm,” Earl nodded, not looking up from his newspaper and sipping his coffee. “Very bad taste ‘Mara,”

Tamara shook her head, swatting Reggie’s hand as he tried to taste the batter. “Oh, I know,” she said back. “I just hoped that after five generations of our family choosing terrible cooks, we’d get some change.”

“Reggie’s got some other talents,” Mateo came to the boy’s defence. “An amazing musician, Eloise and I went to a few of his band’s concerts,”

Tamara gave the boy a dead state. “Fiddling with banjos and drums won’t feed you, unless you plan on eating strings,” she deadpanned.

“Actually ma’am my band and I just landed a huge gig at one of the most popular theaters in LA. Our tickets sold out,”

“Are the drumsticks made of bread?” she asked.

Reggie furrowed his eyebrows. “No?”

“Are the bass strings made of spinach?”

“No, ma’am.”

Tamara made a sour face, taking the batter from the table. “Then not my problem,” she said before continuing to make the pancakes.

“Mom,” Eloise groaned, smacking her forehead. “Reggie honey just ignore her, she’s too old fashioned for her own good. We,” she said motioning to herself and Mateo. “Love you and that’s all that matters,”

“I don’t think he’s that bad either,” Earl mused from the table.

“Oh sure,” Tamara murmured to herself. “I’m too old fashioned until you come running back to me for my scones recipe.” She looked up from her bowl of pancake mix to glare at her husband. “Earl, next time you ask for coffee, you’re getting dirt and worms, you hear me?”

The older man only smiled at his wife. “Yes, dear.”

“Good morning,” you said, finally coming into the kitchen.

You went around, giving the routine kisses, saving Reggie for last and pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“Sleep well Flicka?”

“Like a log,” he nodded. “I-I was trying to help your grandma make breakfast but she seems to think I’m a bad cook,”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” you grinned. “She labels to the sugar salt and the salt sugar just to get people, you’re a fine cook Flicka,”

“Tamara!” Mateo explained, completely betrayed and flabbergasted.

The woman shrugged her shoulders, flipping a pancake on the stove. “Serves you right for thinking I’m old fashioned. I can have fun, too.”

“I-” Mateo stammered before looking at his wife in disbelief. “Eloise!”

Eloise smirked as she approached you with a cup of coffee. “You’ll need it if you’re going to tour around town today,” she told you.

“I’m gonna need it if dad is gonna try and find a way to prove he's a good cook, I can see the gears turning,”

“You know I can cook (N/N)! I always made dinner at home,” he insisted. “Now what do you like more, my empanadas or tira de asado?”

“Ohh the tira,” you and Reggie both nodded, having tasted the delicious steak already.

Tamara turned around with a plate of pancakes, setting it on the table. “But is his cooking better than mine?” she asked, giving you a serious look.

“Well that depends,” you said, you were always honest with your grandmother, no matter what other people had said, “See Papa can beat you without a doubt on the South American dishes, but when it comes to North American comfort foods you’re the queen,”

“At least you raised her right,” Tamara grinned, pinching her granddaughter’s cheek.

The rest of breakfast went by smoothly, with Tamara only threatening to make Mateo sleep on the roof once, a new record. Regardless of the constant threats Mateo loved his mother in-law, that was a fact.

You ran back up to your bedroom to get dressed for the day, while Reggie was held back by your dad, more likely than not to help clean up the mess that they made in the kitchen with Tamara.

But downstairs, Reggie was sat down by Mateo and Earl, serious expressions on their face. Eloise and Tamara were nowhere to be found, but Reggie wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.

“What’s up?” Reggie asked to break the silence, despite the erratic beating of his heart. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

“No, son,” Earl reassured him, sitting down across from him. Mateo sat beside him, patting Reggie’s hand reassuringly.

“We just wanted to have a chat,” Mateo said and Reggie raised his brows, looking over at the two men.

“Am I right to think this has something to do with (N/N)?” Reggie asked and the men nodded.

“You’d be right, sonny,” Earl smiled. “I don’t think we’ve ever asked you how your flight was?”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It wasn’t horrible,” he answered. “But honestly, all that really mattered was that I’d find my way back to Cookie.”

Mateo couldn’t help, but smile, reminiscing the days when he was falling in love with his now wife. “Cookie,” he repeated. “You and (N/N) have the silliest names for each other. I don’t remember why you call each other that.”

“It’s a long story,” Reggie laughed. “I’m pretty sure Flicka’s a horse from Wyoming and well she always did like cookies didn’t she,”

The men laughed and agreed with him. “That girl eats far too many desserts for her own good,” Earl shook his head. “You better keep your pastry stock full at all times once you’re married to her, you hear me? She’s just like Tamara, can never get enough of sweets.”

Instantly, the edges of Reggie’s lips turned up into a smile. “I guess I’ll be needing that scone recipe too,” he joked lightly.

Suddenly, the room went silent. Reggie stared down at the bracelets on his wrists, playing with the loose strings. You had made them for him when you were kids, and he swore to never take them off. And there he was, seventeen years later, upholding that promise.

“Um, sirs,” he began, immediately cringing at the titles. “I-I… you know how much I love your daughter and granddaughter,”

“More than you love Tamara’s scones?” Earl cut in with a teasing wink.

“Oh yes, much more,” Reggie laughed nervously. “More than anything in my life, to be honest. And actually,” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box and showing Mateo and Earl. “I-I really want to ask her to be my wife. I just thought maybe I could ask for your blessings first.”

Earl and Mateo fell silent once more, making Reggie stammer sheepishly. “I promise you, I’ll keep my pastry stock filled and everything,” he rushed. “I’ll buy the entire company of cookies if it meant she’d be happy. Hell I’m prepared to move here, I’d do anything for her,”

Reggie pulled out the ring from the box, fiddling with it anxiously. “I’m ready to even give up music, if I have to. Because she’s worth everything to me. I’ll take up a job here, a-and I’ll learn how to cook, too. Cookies, scones, tira de asado, whatever she wants to make her happy. I know I don’t have much, e-even my family is falling apart, but I promise I’ll make her my first and only priority, sir and...sir.”

Earl glanced over at Mateo. “If you don’t approve of this young man, I’ll marry him myself,” he said with a grin.

“Reggie, Eloise and I always had a hunch that you’d be the one for (N/N),” Mateo explained. “You’ve been like a son to us and we watched you grow up into such a fine young man, I don’t think there’s anyone more perfect to be my daughter’s partner for the rest of her life,”

Reggie nearly dropped his ring. “Wait, really?” he stumbled over his words. “Like...you’re allowing me to propose? Like marry her and-and everything?”

Mateo nodded. “So long as she says yes,” he told him.

“Which she will,” Earl chuckled. “Welcome to the family son,”

Without thinking, Reggie stood up and leaned over and wrapped his arms tightly around them. “T-thank you, sirs!”

Mateo and Earl laughed heartily. “I think Dad and Grandpa will do,” Mateo insisted, patting Reggie’s back. “Now, I think you have a girl to propose to, right?”

As if on cue, you made it to the bottom of the stairs, ready to go. “Ready, Flicka?” you beamed.

Reggie quickly tucked the ring box back into his pocket. “Always, Cookie,” he responded.

Tamara entered the dining room, wearing a large floppy hat and sunglasses. “Yes, we are,” she announced. “Where to?”

Your cheeks were flushed red. “Oh, Nana, we were-”

“I’ve got the keys,” Eloise grinned. “We can drive to Kelowna for the day!”

“I can drive,” Mateo nodded, taking the keys from his wife and sending a wink to Reggie.

A good ten minutes later the whole household was packed into a car, heading out of the small town for the hour drive up to Kelowna, the largest town along the Okanagan lake.

“Oh mom can we go to Moo Lix? I love their ice cream,” you asked your mother, leaning up from the back seat.

“I’m sure we can stop there,” Eloise nodded. “We can walk through the city park and grab something to eat by the beach,”

The drive wasn’t too long, only around an hour and when they crossed the bridge to enter the city Reggie could sense your excitement, finally being able to show you around some of the places you grew up in.

“Excited, Cookie?” he asked with a teasing grin on his face.

You turned your head from the window, beaming at Reggie. “Beyond excited,” you replied, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it tightly. “Maybe later on, you can show me around Wyoming?”

Reggie threw his head back in laughter. “I’d love to show you the ranch,” he told you.

“Good cause I’m not entirely convinced it exists,”

“Oh not with this again,” Reggie groaned and banged his head on the seats in front of you.

Mateo finally parked the car along the front of the large city park, spanning the length of the beach and lake. You were ready to drag Reggie out of the car and try to take him to some of the places you wanted him to see, but you were interrupted by your grandmother insisting you all went in the opposite direction.

“Reggie, I have to show you Ogopogo,” you told Reggie, pulling on his arm. “I need to tell you the story about it, it’s awesome! It’s this monster that’s said to inhabit the lake, you’d love it!”

Reggie chuckled as he tried to catch up with you, running down the sidewalk. “I guess there’s another monster I need to befriend in the lake,” he joked, remembering the lake back in California.

Tamara shook her head at the two, readjusting her straw hat. “Oh, no one wants to see that pile of rubble,” she told you both. “Come on, there are far better things to see.”

“But Nana,” you whined. “I wanna show him-,”

“Come on dear,” she interrupted you and you sighed.

“We’ll come another time Flicka,” you said, wrapping your arm around his and intertwining your fingers together.

“Of course Cookie, I’m yours, for whatever or whenever,”

Your grandma dragged the group of you through the park, explaining the history of certain statues and whatnots. You were paying attention, but Reggie’s focus was on you the entire time, his hand nervously fiddling with the ring in his pocket, waiting for the right time, any time to pull it out. But every time he tried to take a moment to be alone with you, either Tamara would pull you two to another site or Reggie would get too nervous.

Finally, when Reggie got a moment alone with you, it was absolutely perfect. The sun was nearly setting, and your parents had managed to drag your grandparents to the bench to rest for a moment, but Lord knows Tamara can’t sit still for long.

“This place is beautiful, isn’t it, Flicka?” you asked, looking out in the distance. You turned to face Reggie, a mischievous grin on your face. “Maybe if you go for a quick swim, you’ll see Ogopogo.”

Reggie chuckled. “Maybe.”

The two of you turned back to the scenery, taking in the small moment of silence you were finally given.

Do it. Get on one knee and do it.

“Cookie?” Reggie spoke up. You hummed in response, not tearing your eyes away from the sunset. “You talked about the universe bringing us together, no matter how many times we’ve been pulled apart.”

You laughed softly. “Higher powers always have your back, Flicka,” you said, recalling what you told him last night.

Reggie placed his hand in his pocket, about to pull out his ring and propose to you. “Well, I-”

“(N/N)! Horse Boy!”

Reggie sighed, slouching slightly. Dropping the ring box back into his pocket, he turned around to see Tamara marching over to them. Earl was close behind, mouthing an apology.

“It’s getting late,” she frowned. “We have to get going now if you want to get scones for dessert.”

You smiled giddily, kissing Reggie’s cheek before following your grandmother.

The ride on the way back was spent the majority of the time in silence, just resting. You laid your head on Reggie’s shoulder as he stared out the window, frustrated with himself for not proposing today. There were countless amounts of times where he could have asked you, but there was always something holding him back.

Once you got back to the house, you dragged yourself up the porch steps saying you were gonna go take a power nap before dinner and dessert were ready. Reggie couldn’t help, but look fondly at you while you walked up the stairs, yawning loudly. Even when you were tired you were perfect to him.

Reggie couldn’t stop replaying the day in his head. All the missed moments were taunting him. He needed help, but from who? Suddenly, it was as though something clicked in his head.

Reggie entered the home, finding your mother in the dining room with her father. “Hey, um Eloise is there a phone I could use? I’ll pay for the long distance charges,”

“Yeah of course, there's one in the studio room downstairs,”

“Thanks,” Reggie smiled and jogged down to the phone. After taking it in his hands he took a deep breath. This had to be it, what was holding him back.

Dialling the number and hitting call there was no turning back.

The phone rang for a few moment and just as he thought no one was going to pick up the phone line clicked and there was a quiet,

“Hello?” on the other end.

“Hey dad,” Reggie said quietly chewing on his lip. “C-Can you get mom I want to talk to you both about something,”

A long pause followed. “Um, sure,” he responded. “Is everything alright, Reggie?”

“Yeah,” Reggied sighed. He pulled the ring box out of his pocket. Flipping open the top, he stared down at the small jewel resting on top of the ring. “Everything’s fine.”

There was a quite shuffle on the other line along with some hushed chatter before the phone clicked again,

“Okay Reg, you’re on speaker,” he heard his father’s voice once more.

It had been almost three months since he had last seen or spoken to either of his parents aside from getting the confirmation that they were going through with the divorce.

“Um… well,” Reggie didn’t really know where to start, so that’s what he said. “Everything’s a little all over the place I’m not really sure where to start,”

“Take your time sweetheart,” Diana’s soft voice came through. “Your dad and I have time,”

Reggie took another deep breath, “A-A little while back (Y/N)’s parents… they-they lost the house,” Reggie started to explain. “The job market just wasn’t working for them in LA so they needed to move back to Canada. They’re staying with Eloise’s parents for now until they can find work and get settled.”

“Oh wow,” Darcy whispered on the other end, “W-We didn’t know. I’m sorry to hear that,”

“Yeah me too,” Reggie nodded. “A-Anyways, (Y/N) had to come up with them. To stay and I… I just-I couldn’t lose her again so...”

“Reggie,” Diana spoke up. “Are you in Canada right now?”

“Yes?” he answered, more so like a question.

Murmuring followed from Diana and Darcy’s end. “Okay, we’re not mad you went to another country without telling us,” Darcy began. “But a heads up would have been nice.”

“I-I got a job and everything to pay for the ticket. I’m not in debt or anything,” he assured. “But yeah, I guess maybe I should have said something, but you can understand why I was hesitant to call,”

“Sweetheart,” Diana said. “We’re happy you went to follow the girl you loved. So long as you’re safe.”

“We’re sorry for not being the best parents to you,” Darcy added. “But we want to be here for you now. Is there anything we can do to help you with whatever’s troubling you?”

Reggie remained silent, fiddling with the phone wire. “Dad, how did you know you were ready to propose to Mom?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“I-I’m sorry?” Darcy said back. “Son, you’re going to have to speak up, I didn’t catch that.”

Reggie took yet another deep breath. “How did you know you were ready to propose? Like...what feeling did you get? Because I know deep down I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with (Y/N), but something’s stopping me and I don’t know what.”

There was silence on the other line and Reggie cursed in his head, this wasn’t a good idea he shouldn’t have-

“I-um… I don’t really know how to describe it…” Darcy started softly. “It was almost like… like pain, in my heart. When I wasn’t with her I-I just couldn’t function. Your mom she was… she was my everything.”

Reggie could hear his dad faltering on his words, but before he could get any further he could hear his mother’s soft voice reassuring him,

“It’s okay… we just… we weren’t cut out to be married. I-... Reggie I hope you know your father and I still love each other very much. It’s just sometimes life throws you one too many curveballs. D-Do you think you would be able to get past that with (Y/N) if it were to come to it?”

“I would do anything for her,” he whispered.

“Then I think you got your answer, Reg,” Darcy told him, no doubt smiling. “Reggie, I know we haven’t said it much, but I just want you to know that we are so proud of you for growing up to be such a brilliant young man, despite all the things life has thrown at you, what we have done to you.”

Reggie sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. “You haven’t done anything, Dad,” he said, voice cracking slightly. “Life got in the way, you know? I can’t blame you two for that.”

Eloise poked her head around the corner. “Reggie, dear,” she called out. “Dinner’s ready. Do you want me to save a plate for you if you’re still on that call?”

Reggie shook his head. “No, erm I’m okay, Eloise,” he reassured her. “I’ll be up in a minute.” Eloise smiled before going back upstairs.

Turning back to the phone, Reggie sighed. “I should probably go now,” he told his parents. “But thank you for the advice. It um, means a lot.”

“Of course, Reggie,” Diana said into the phone. “We’ll always be here for you.”

Reggie nodded, gripping the phone tight. “I...I love you,” he whispered, trying to fight back the tears from falling down his face. For once things felt normal. They felt like a family.

“We love you, too, Reggie,” Darcy told him. “Remember to tell us everything, okay? How it goes, if the wedding will be in Canada…”

Reggie laughed. “I will, Dad.”

“A-And, I know you probably have a ring already,” his mother started. “But the one your father gave me is passed down in the family. I-If you want I think we’d like to give it to you.”

“I-I’d love that,” he nodded, “We can save it for the big day… if there is one,”

“I have a strong feeling there will be,” Darcy said, a smile in his voice. “Trust me on that,”

“Well, we don’t want to keep you from dinner, sweetie,” Diana told him. “Tell (Y/N) we said hi, okay?”

After saying their goodbyes, Reggie set the phone down and smiled to himself. For once in his life, everything felt right.

Reggie, not wanting to make them wait any longer, stood up from his seat to join your family for dinner. There, Earl was pouring lemonade in each glass while Eloise set up the table.

Tamara was the next to enter the kitchen with a tray of roast chicken. “There you are,” she spoke up, looking directly at Reggie. “We were wondering where you were. Afraid you’d run off and make friends with the mosquitoes.”

“Tamara’s warming up to you a little more,” Mateo teased. “She’s worries for you. That didn’t happen for me until after (Y/N) was born.”

Tamara rolled her eyes, pointing a carving knife at him. “I’ll have you know,” she began with a pointed look. “I like this boy a whole lot more than I did when I first met you. This one finishes my scones and calls me “ma’am.” You should take some notes.”

Reggie laughed, taking a seat beside you. “Well, ma’am,” he smiled. “I hope you’ll get to see me more often.”

Eloise and Mateo grinned, a knowing twinkle in their eyes as Reggie spoke. You glanced over at Reggie, quite confused. “What?” you asked.

The bassist only shook his head. “Nothing,” he told you softly. Still exhausted from the day, you simply nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

“I’m tired,” you whined in a hushed voice for only Reggie to hear.

Reggie tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Eat quickly, then you can head to bed, okay, Cookie?” You groaned, but listened to him.

“Wow, Reggie,” Eloise mused, impressed. “She actually listens to you when she’s tired. (N/N) never does that.”

Reggie shrugged his shoulders. “It’s a gift,” he joked.

With a mouth full of chicken and rice, you agreed. “He’s the special one,” you teased.

Reggie grinned, subconsciously patting the ring box in his pocket.

Yeah, he sure hoped he was.

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CAN YOU PLEASE MAKE THAT “and the was one very small bed” POST THAT YOU REBLOGGED A BEEFY BUCKY FIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE

Hungry Eyes (and one very small bed)

Pairings: Beefy Bucky x reader

Word Count: 2,892

Summary: You and Bucky have been ‘eyeing’ each other for a while and when you finally get some alone time together on a mission things take a turn and all it took was one really small bed. 

Author’s Note: I had reblogged this wonderful post that my beautiful friend @randomfandompenguin tagged me in with the ‘one bed’ meme and a picture of our favorite Beefy Bucky...and when I got his request I couldn’t resist! Hope you like it and thank you! :) 

Warnings: fluff, very tiny angst, and lots and lots of SMUT (sitting on Bucky’s face because that is the dream...) 18+ eyes only please

You felt it every moment you were around each other. Team dinners, missions, game nights, any time you were in the same room you felt his eyes on you. Those beautiful blue eyes that held so much in their dept, you couldn’t look away.  

It’s morning and you’re speaking with Steve during breakfast and you feel the weight of his stare. It was comfortable, like a warmth you felt in your soul but laced with a burning heat you couldn’t ignore. You glance up and meet his eyes, a sparkle of something you can’t quite place but somehow you know it, because you feel it too.

You knew you couldn’t hide what was there when you looked into his eyes, it was written all over you, like someone scribbled the words of your heart across your skin. Your skin, that was set aflame with every thought of him, every brush of skin, every smile.

You wanted to believe it was the same for him, that the same electricity ran through his veins at the very sight of you but acting on these feelings was proving to be a whole different story.  

He set your soul on fire and you were so afraid of being burned you never said a word to him.

You’re in your room reading when you get the text from Steve, meeting stat in the conference room, so you throw on your slippers and head over.

You’re surprised to find that Bucky is the only other person there besides Steve as he greets you with a warm smile. You sit in the chair next to him and look up at Steve, eyebrow raised, “what’s going on, Cap,” you ask, your voice smooth despite the butterflies in your stomach.

Steven explains that you and Bucky have been chosen for an undercover mission that requires you to take out a powerful Hydra agent in a very quiet way. He briefs you on everything, answering all your questions until all three of you are satisfied.

This isn’t the first time you and Bucky will be on a mission together but it’s the first time it will be just the two of you. “This will be easy for us, y/n,” Bucky says as you walk out of the conference room, “we can pull this off no problem.” Your heart swell at his confidence, hoping that maybe there is more meaning to his words, “you’re right, piece of cake, Buck, I’m looking forward to it,” you say with a smile before heading back to your room for the night.

You can’t sleep, spending the whole night going over different scenarios in your head about how this will pan out, this is the most alone time you two have had since you met. You desperately want to run to Bucky’s room and tell him how you feel, now afraid that you’ll somehow screw up the mission because your feelings will get in the way. You finally fall asleep, his eyes the last thing you remember, your dreams filled with the feeling of his hands on your body and a never-ending ache between your legs.  

You sleep late the next morning, happy to have been able to rest and take the afternoon to prepare for leaving for the mission at night.  Bucky stops by to check on you and you can’t help but notice he seems fidgety, perhaps he is feeling nervous too? “Hey, doll, you almost ready? Need me to help with anything?” he asks, the use of the pet name causing your body to instantly heat up, “no thanks, Bucky, all set,” you manage to croak out with a smile.

You have to travel to a small town in upstate NY where the target owns a very large piece of land, take him down, then head in the opposite direction to a safe point Steve gave you and lay low until you get the signal.

Naturally, everything goes off without a hitch, the two of you in sync, reading each other so well you even surprise Steve at how quickly you complete your task. You hop into the and speed off to the safe point, adrenaline coursing through you both and you can’t stop your hands as they seem to find Bucky’s arm, shoulder or leg as you talk through the mission.

You finally turn down a winding dirt road and at the end find a small log cabin set back behind some tall evergreens, “honey, we’re home,” Bucky jokes, eyes sparkling but you notice he has a death grip on the steering wheel. “It looks cute, let’s go, I’m dying for a shower!” you say, energy still high as you jump out of the car.

You enter the house, splitting up to check for anything suspicious and return satisfied it’s safe, so you lock everything down. “I’m gonna grab that shower now, I won’t be too long, so you still have some hot water,” you tell him, giggling as you grab your bag and head to the bathroom. You feel his eyes on you and you want to turn around but decide to take a more teasing approach and put a bit more sway in your hips, pretending to drop something from your bag and bending down to retrieve it before opening the door to the bathroom. You swear you hear this breath hitch at your actions, and it gives you some renewed courage.

You leave the bathroom in nothing but a towel, hair damp and draped over your shoulder while you search for Bucky. It doesn’t take you long considering the cabin is small and you find him in the bedroom, searching through his bag, “hey y/n, are there any towels here, I…” he trails off as he looks up, eyes darkening at your appearance.

“There’s only one towel, Buck,” you say, motioning to yourself, “I forgot mine too.” You stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, your body shivering under his gaze and you make yourself look away before you drop the towel and launch yourself at him. That’s when you notice there’s only one bed too...”I uh, I’ll be right back, just gonna change and hang this so it’s at least a little drier for you,” you mumble, turning on your heel and making a beeline back to the bathroom.

You emerge just a few minutes later, wearing your pajamas, the soft fuzzy shirt falling off your shoulder and the sleep shorts just a little shorter than what you would usually wear, “it’s all yours and hopefully the towel isn’t too wet,” you say as Bucky’s eyes trail from your face all the way down your body. He audibly swallows before answering, “thanks doll, be right out,” and stalks toward the bathroom.

You decide to take out your book and sit on the bed to read, trying to look as relaxed as possible. Your plan was working as you got deeper into the story and almost forgot Bucky would be out of the shower soon. “Thanks for leaving me some hot water, that felt good,” Bucky says as he enters the room and you look up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as you take in the sight before you. Bucky’s hair is still slightly wet and tucked behind his ears, his light beard casting the perfect shadow on his jaw and his bare chest on display, “forgot my tee shirt,” he says, smirking as he walks toward his bag on the bed, rummaging through it for what feels like forever.

He pulls it on and you watch, licking your lips as his sweatpants dip dangerously low on his hips with the lift of his arms, “no problem, Buck, cold showers are the worst,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light. He smiles, moving over to the other side of the bed and asking, “reading anything good?”

You start to tell him about your book as he sits on the bed, inching closer with each passing word and you can feel your face heating up. He must notice the redness in your cheeks because he quickly pulls back saying, “don’t worry, I’m going to sleep on the floor, you take the bed,” as he starts to get up.

You grab his hand, effectively stopping him in his tracks, “no, I don’t want you sleeping on the floor, it’s fine, you can share the bed with me,” you say, voice nothing more than a whisper as you try and hold his gaze. “Are you sure, doll, I’m gonna take up a lot of space, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he says, trying to keep his voice steady, “this bed is really small.” “I’m sure, Buck, just get in,” you reply quickly, before you lose your nerve.

His face lights up as he grabs his own book before settling down on the other side of the bed, “thanks, I appreciate it,” he adds, relaxing and opening the book. You two read in comfortable silence for a few minutes but every so often Bucky shifts his body causing his thigh to brush yours or his shoulder to bump you, and you can feel your body heat rising. You clear your throat and take a sip of your water, trying to focus on the words on the page but you keep reading the same sentence over and over, hyperaware of Bucky so close, his smell permeating the small space and invading your senses.

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Bucky close his book with a deep breath and just as you turn your head to look his way he does the same and you end up with your faces inches apart, his warm breath fanning over your cheek. “Are you ok, doll?” he asks, eyes roaming your face and landing on your lips, “anything I can do?” he adds, eyes dark as he slowly brings his mouth closer, his hand creeping up to brush against your jaw.

You close your eyes and inhale, unable to restrain yourself any longer, whispering, “kiss me, Bucky, please.” His lips are soft and warm as they tentatively move over yours, the hand on your cheek snaking behind your neck as he gently grips it and pulls you closer.

The feeling of finally kissing him is euphoric as you moan into his mouth and it spurs him into action as he grabs your waist and lifts you into his lap, hands now roaming your body as his kiss becomes more dominant.

He pulls away for a split second, cradling your face in his hands, “I’ve wanted this for so long, baby girl, but you tell me to stop if it’s not what you want,” he says, eyes searching yours for any sign of apprehension. “I want you, Bucky, I have since the beginning, please,” you tell him, smoothing your hands over his chest and shoulders while rocking your hips, feeling his hardness between your legs.

He lets out a growl, smashing his lips to yours once again and with renewed vigor, his inhibitions gone as he pulls at your clothing, wanting to get his hands on you. He gets your shirt off, his hands exploring your naked skin with worship, “more beautiful than my dreams, doll, and believe me, I’ve thought about how soft your skin would feel many times,” he tells you, smirking as he takes in your flushed face and swollen lips.

Your hands finger the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the sensitive skin above his pants and you feel his abs tighten, “I’m glad to hear it because I can’t remember the last night I went to bed without you on my mind, what I wanted you to do to me,” you whisper in his ear, slowly dragging his shirt up.

He moves forward and removes his shirt, loving how your breath once again catches at the sight of his naked chest. You can’t stop your hands as they delicately touch every inch of him, the feel of his hard muscles causing your pussy to clench around nothing, and you push down on him looking for some friction.

He grabs your hips to still your movements, eyes boring into yours as he says, “I want you to sit on my face, baby, let me taste you.” You feel a new wave of wetness between your legs at his words, moving off his lap, “take your shorts off for me baby, let me see you,” he says, licking his lips as you slowly peel them down your legs.

You’re in nothing but your bra and panties as you crawl back onto the bed, squeezing his thick thighs as you move up his body, rubbing against his erection before sitting on his chest. His hands knead your ass cheeks, thumbs hooking into your panties and tugging as he helps you out of them, “so wet for me, baby, can’t wait to get my mouth on your pussy.” He positions you over his face, his hot breath on your core making you moan with want as you carefully lower yourself onto his mouth.

The first stroke of his tongue has your hands flying to his hair, grasping the soft locks between your fingers and grinding down, your hips moving of their own accord as you feel him push between your dripping folds.

His grip on your ass is bruising as he licks and sucks your clit, savoring every moment as you ride his face and come undone. You don’t last long, his tongue expertly working you over until you’re clutching the headboard and screaming his name as you come all over his face.

He holds you steady as you come down from your orgasm, chest heaving with every breath and legs shaky, kissing your inner thighs as he gently lays you on the bed and rolls on top of you.  

Bucky showers you in soft kisses, loving how supple your body feels beneath his and you relish in the feel of the weight of his large body, “that was amazing, Bucky, so much better than my dreams,” you murmur, still feeling the effects of his tongue and add, “I can’t wait to have your cock inside me.”  

He pushes his hips into yours, lips finding your neck as he trails kisses down to your shoulders and chest, freeing your breasts from your bra and sucking each nipple into his mouth. You arch into him, hands hooking into the waistband of his pants and pulling down, needing to feel him skin on skin, “please, Bucky, take these off,” you request softly, melting under him.

He sits up to remove his pants, sliding up your body as his hands find your breasts once again, lightly massaging the soft tissue and he says, “I can’t wait to be inside this pussy, baby,” before gradually gliding into you, every inch of him stretching you perfectly.

He bottoms out with a grunt and you hook your heels around his waist, rolling your hips up and into him, silently begging him to move. He pulls back out slowly, lips connecting with yours as he then thrusts back in. His pace is deliberate at first, the slow drag of his cock rubbing your clit and making you cry out for more, “Bucky, please, fuck me harder.”

His continues to move tantalizingly slow until and it isn’t until finally rake your nails down his back, clenching your walls around him that he loses control, bringing his hips up and snapping back as he drives you into the mattress.

Every hard thrust of his cock has the coil in your stomach tightening further, the sound of the headboard hitting against the wall mixing with your moans. You bring his head up from the crook of your neck to look into his eyes, the same eyes that have followed you all this time, the restrained heat you saw now intense and uninhibited.  

“Bucky, I’m gonna…oh, fuck,” you cry out as your vision blurs and you soak his cock, each spasm of your walls bringing him closer to his finish. A few more pumps and you feel his cock pulse inside you, his cum painting your walls as his orgasm rips through him.

He slumps on top of you while still holding most of his weight up and you run your fingers down his back and squeeze his ass, giggling as he squirms above you. He slowly pulls out and rolls over, pulling you onto his chest, one hand around your waist and the other carded through your hair.

“I never thought I would be so thankful for one small bed,” Bucky says, laughing into your hair, “but it finally gave me the nerve to make a move,” he adds, smile infectious. “Me too, and let’s be honest, you barely fit in this bed by yourself so it’s a lot easier if I’m on top of you or under you,” you say, your tone suggestive, pressing your body closer to his. “Mmmm this is true,” he drawls, skillfully pulling you up until you’re completely on top of him and can feel his half hard cock between your legs. You whimper as he rolls his hips, bringing his lips to your ear and whispering, “now I want you to ride my cock, baby, fuck me until you come all over it.”

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Tagged by @pidgeonpostal! And not tagging anyone else because I have SOILED the original template (soiled it!!) in deference to my [brushes off skirt] mostly clean public-facing appearance.

...I’ve been making a lot of Spongebob memes lately for someone who has not seen Spongebob.

How many works do you have on AO3?

71!

What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

...306,834. Jesus.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Uh. Many! I do a lot of one-offs (and/or start long things I never finish) in many different places. My top three fandoms by fics written are RWBY (29), Undertale (25), Gravity Falls/Transcendence AU (4).

Bet you can’t tell where my hyperfixations have fallen. 

I’ve also got some Pokémon and Sonic the Hedgehog fics back on my ff.net account, or I think I still do, anyway, but let’s never go back there pls

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Sweeter Than Honey (Undertale): Taking a Completely unsurprising first place, with over 600 more kudos than the runner-up, the haphazard Underswap fic featuring a post-college self-insert I wrote just after high school! I shake my head some at how overblown and ridiculous the gap between this and all my other stuff is (c’mon, guys, I’ve written way better fics), but this is also the fic which prompted me (and at least one other person!) to start using they/them pronouns. I’ve gotten a lot of really sweet comments about how seen and appreciated it’s made people feel, so I can’t get down too far about it.

2. To Be A Hero (BNHA): I don’t count myself as part of the BNHA fandom, for a number of reasons, but for something that’s arguably the main motivation for the entire plot, Midoriya’s quirklessness is something I’ve never thought has been handled well. This fic marked the first time I (somewhat tentatively) claimed the disability label (thanks again to Sweeter Than for prompting that realization) to hold that lens over canon. It also really shot up my chart, dang! It’s the only thing here I’d consider “recent.”

3. Three-Sentence Shipping (Undertale): Self-explanatory.

4. Brothers Beyond Bonedaries (Undertale): Ah, the way-overcomplicated AU³ I got nowhere close to finishing. One of the things I really like about Undertale is the interface screw, how Toby Fox uses the medium of the video game to pull off crazy things and enhance his game, but most of the fic written for the fandom seems dedicated to explaining it away, grounding it, rather than taking it to the next step and messing with the medium of fanfiction when you keep the story going. I tried to do something cool like that here, playing with questions like narrator and authorship and breaking the fourth wall, even taking the “final boss” fight to a “totally separate” fic reached through the first by link – but, well, then I never finished it, which probably didn’t make anything less confusing for the poor folks who missed the intent.

5. Spirit and Such (Gravity Falls: Transcendence AU): A whole fic written to line out a particular image I had, which, naturally, never made it to the page. I consider it a bit of a cautionary tale for myself when it comes to writing (near-)original content; there’s a lot I look back on and cringe. I still love the characters, though – well, the important ones – and I think just stepping away from the tried-and-true Mizar formula nets it a star sticker here.

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

>w>; I try, but a lot of the time I just don’t have anything to say? Like, oh, you liked it? Neat. There’s not much to respond to in comments like that, and then I’m weighing falling down on an ~obligation~ to respond to every message in my inbox vs annoying people with copy-paste fluff responses all down the page. Plus I know I make more of an effort to comment on things that didn’t get the attention I feel they deserve, so if I’m driving up my own comment count with nonsense, am I preventing myself from being in a position to receive more comments later? And then if I do comment, am I being too effusive or running people’s ears off explaining things they don’t actually need to know? Sometimes people just want to express interest or admiration and don’t necessarily want a whole peek and guided tour behind the curtain.

Can you tell I have anxiety? x3;

Anyway, I do respond when I can. And I keep most of the comments I’ve gotten to go back and reread. 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Hm, hmm. Lots of stuff in the TQ Nonsense series would probably qualify! I’m thinking of Unfixable, Wolfsong, and Ethanol. And there’s Bursting Through A Blood-Red Sky (I Can Live, I Can Breathe), of course, but that was always intended to have a fix-it epilogue. It’s just that I wrote it in a couple of hours day-of, stared at it, and decided I didn’t wanna just then. But now that’s As Long As You’re Still Burning Bright (I’m Still Awake), and that’s probably the best romance I’ve written, so that one worked out.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Now and then! When the urge strikes. Uhhh, I’ve got a series of Doctor Who x Undertale crossovers I actually made a whole dang verse for that never made it to print. Get a couple great comments on that every few months or so. I think the World Trigger x Undertale crossover is probably weirder, though, by virtue of WT being a very small fandom. My enthusiasm kinda sputtered out on that one.

Mostly I just daydream crossovers with whatever happens to catch my eye at any given moment. I have a lot!!!! Though odds are out on whether I manage to remember any of them once the initial thought’s passed, lol.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Gotten a couple eyebrow-raising comments, but I think mostly I’m just too small a writer to draw that kind of attention.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don’t? think so? Think my tastes are a little niche for most people to bother ^^;

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone apologize once for any language mistakes in their comment cause they had to run it through a translator! That’s not what you asked (the answer is no), but it’s very flattering to think that someone liked my fic enough to read and comment despite the language barrier.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! :D @pidgeonpostal was gracious enough to agree to co-write Five Nights at Denny’s with me off an idea about shoes. This has fulfilled a long-held dream of mine (collabing with someone, not the shoes) and also introduced me to some lovely people.

What’s your all time favorite ship?

Who has time for just one? ;3c Honestly, I care more about the characters and how the relationship – any relationship – between them changes them than I do about ~A Ship~ as a solid, bounded noun-object. I’ve got characters I like more and less and feelings about who does and doesn’t have chemistry in which directions with whom, but finding anything that agrees with those preferences is hard, harder when you take alloromanticism into account. I’ll play in any sandbox with cool toys, especially if other folks have already built sick sandcastles there.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

[kicks every single unfinished fic further under the bed] What nooo no WIPs here, everything on my account is either finished or does not exist

I’ve got a couple extra chapters of Sweeter Than floating around unposted, but 1. that fic’s a mess 2. high school Twixt and post-college Twixt are different people and trying to contort myself into three other me-shapes just cause people Like this fic is not something I’m super interested in 3. it’s headed for an emotional dip and I’d rather leave it where it is than post two chapters, stall out again, and leave folks with a bad end.

As for other fics... it’s looking more and more likely that v7 of my Yellow Brick Road AU will never actually make it out. >w>; I’ve got some really great ideas, but not enough to make me feel like I know what I’m doing, and that’s a big roadblock. Plus trying to engage with RT’s Atlas-Mantle worldbuilding in any serious capacity is... a headache. I can’t recommend the Happy Huntress Cinematic Universe enough, but it leaves some pretty big shoes to follow! And I’ve got small feet. <w<;

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue’s fun, probably as an extension of characterization. I love tearing into what makes people tick, especially against the backdrop of their environment, the story they’re in, and the people they’re up against. Voice is a double-edged sword; I’ve been told my writing is really recognizable and individual, but on the other hand, I’ve been growing frustrated with with the limits of my narrative ability. There’s a strong rhythm I keep when I write (you might notice it here, even) but that leaves me feeling predictable and stale. I’m not sure I’m great at setting as a matter of course, but I’m pretty good at describing setpieces where the need comes up; that comes from my background in poetry, as does the fun I have with sublimating and abstracting complex imagery. And I think I bring some needed nuance to the universal. For good or ill, I don’t do what “everyone else” is doing.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Well, writing, for one thing. If I don’t know how something’s going to go and don’t have the urge to write it, it isn’t getting done, which means there’s a billion things that will never see the page and a few hundred more that are never getting finished. I lose momentum easily and have a hard time getting started, and I put way too much standing on finding a foothold with other people; as critical as I am of my work, I have high expectations for the stuff that passes muster, and it never seems to measure up. I’m also really uncreative. Yeah, I can mix up elements and extrapolate events, but coming up with things wholesale is really hard, which is why I avoid it wherever possible and steal/reskin stuff from other places instead.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Something along the lines of “Hoo boy, I am Not qualified for this but hopefully it’s decent anyway.” Maria’s Spanish lines haven’t been a big deal – I’ve used it sparingly and, as a Latin language, it should be easy for English-speaking audiences to pick up on the gist – but I’ve had a harder time with Tai’s Chinese, both because I have Even Less background there and because it is, of course, an entirely different language system. If I write it out in English or Romanized italics, am I colonizing it or changing the meaning? If I write it out in the presumed-original characters (presumed because it’s Google Translate and who knows if I’m even barking in the right forest), am I confusing or alienating my presumed-majority-English-speaking audience? Where should I put the translations? Should I put the translations? And for Frisk’s sign language, thinking back, are the brackets I used instead of quotes alienating/infantilizing? I like that different characters give the text between a different feel, but I’m not an ASL speaker – and I’m pretty sure the word is “speaker,” which would only reinforce that that demographic would rather I didn’t do that. It’s important for all these characters, I think, that they use non-English language where it makes sense; it’s part of who they are. But as a white monolingual English-speaker, I don’t think I can really weigh in.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Thaaaat’d be Pokémon, followed closely with Sonic the Hedgehog. Whether those fics are still on my ff.net account or not (pretty sure I’ve purged them, but you never know) I’ve still got a couple saved to a folder on my current laptop, ostensibly so I can look back and see how far I’ve come and more practically to allow for the possibility of furthering group cohesion through public shaming.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I still like the idea behind The Man Who Is Atlas, and Burning Bright (Still Awake) gets props for being my current fic, though it’s currently in that spot where I’m excited to get new chapters posted but also quietly marking everything up in red pen. I think Harbinger gets the crown here, at least for now.

[banashee]

 Second Time is the charm

 "Oh God, who's dead or dying?"

 Tony turns around, spatula in his hand and a confused look on his face.

 "Huh? No one is dead or in the process of getting there. I'm just cooking."

 "Yes you are. Which is why I'm asking."

 "Rude, Pepper." he gestures with the hand holding the spatula, accidentally flicking sauce in her general direction. "Oops, sorry 'bout that."

 Pepper looks at him, unimpressed. She does that a lot. Then, she dips a finger into the drop of sauce on the counter top, and in an spontaneous boost of bravery, tastes it. To her credit, she manages to keep a mostly straight face, even when her insides shrivel up at the sensation - there is a whole lot of salt and little else. Probably a bit of an burned aftertaste, too.

 Tony, however, is well practiced is reading her micro expressions - they've been friends for too long.

 "That bad?" he asks, and Pepper just looks at him, very very flatly and then nods.

 "Who are you planning to feed this to, and what horrible thing did they do to deserve this?" she asks, getting a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water from the fridge dispenser.

 Tony sighs, waving the spatula around as he talks, splattering sauce around the kitchen once again - Pepper tries to side steps the mess.

 “This was supposed to be a test run. You know the wedding anniversary is coming up and I was gonna surprise Clint with a nice dinner at home. He cooks all the time and I wanted to return the favor, but, well.” he waves at the half burned and over salted mess on the stove. Then, Tony dips a spoon into the pan to taste it - his face scrunches up in disgust and he drops the spoon into the sink and nearly dumps the pan after it, making a gagging noise and glares in the general direction of the ruined dinner.

 “Maybe not. Unless giving your partner food poisoning is considered romantic these days. Even then… Okay so this was a shit idea.” he grumbles, clearly annoyed and more than a little disappointed.

 Pepper has been typing on her phone ever since she learned the reason for the cooking attempt, making thoughtful noises. Now, she quickly walks over to stop Tony from making any harsh decisions right now. Gently, she grabs him by the shoulders, stirring him away from the stove. He lets her, and her next words are firm but reassuring.

 “Stop. Don’t move. Help is on the way.”

 As if on cue, footsteps come closer to the kitchen. A familiar voice says,

 “Please tell me nothing caught on fire.”

 And another sighs, “Oh dear.”

 In the doorway stand Bruce and Steve, clearly expecting the worst and prepared for everything. Tony would be offended but as it is, they’re his best hope right now. Pepper may be a good moral support, but she hates cooking, so he is actually happy to see those two.

 “Not yet but I’m working on it.” he quips back, grinning brightly for a few seconds with one of his million dollar showman fake smiles. Then his face falls.

 “Please help, I’m about to throw this whole thing out the window.”

 Pepper leaves them to it, with a small smile and a kiss to his cheek she turns to the door.

 “You got this. Just don’t attempt doing this alone on the day and you’ll be fine.”

 Meanwhile, Bruce inspects the concoction on the stove with a mildly curious expression that he’s often wearing in the lab, mainly when something unexpected and slightly concerning happens and he wants to see how it’ll work out. Steve, in good foresight, pulls out more ingredients from the refrigerator.  

 Both of them taste the sauce, despite Tony’s warning protests. They taste it very, very carefully and it’s a testament to their friendship that they do so - neither of them spits it back out but the cringe is enough.

 “Okay, let’s start neutralizing the salt for one.” Bruce decides, and who would have known that heavy cream and honey help with that - so does the stretching of the liquid. In the end, the three of them manage to salvage the meal, and even more so, are able to enjoy it despite the burned bits they need to pick from their plates.

 A little while later, when they clear the table and get to washing up, Steve says,

 “Let us help on the big day, alright? Just to be safe.”

 “Please do.” says Bruce, and Tony huffs a laugh as he stands in between them.

 “I hate you both.” he claims, but the fact that he’s got one arm wrapped around each of them and the happy smile on his face betray him. Pulling his friends close, he adds, “Really tho, thank you. I would totally screw this up otherwise.”

 “We know, that’s why we’re here.”

 “Oh, fuck you!” he scoffs, but they’re all laughing.

 *+~

 On the morning of the second wedding anniversary, Tony wakes up to a text message from Clint.

     ‘On the way back rn, debrief on base after. Might even make it home on time! :) I Love you’  

 It brings a happy smile to his face, even early in the morning before he’s had coffee. This mission had come up last minute as always, and the possibility of them having to spend this day apart had been quite high. As it looks now, they might at least have a nice and quiet evening together, and it’s more than they could have hoped for.

 Tony types a reply,

     ‘Good morning beloved, that’s great news - you better get your ass over here asap, I miss you ;)’  

 Then he opens up another chat, his ongoing conversation with Natasha which for about 60%, consists of memes and links to obscure YouTube videos.

     ‘Hey-o, can you please let me know when you guys are wrapping up at HQ? Possibly distract Clint if you finish early? Gotta prepare a surprise. Should be done around 7-ish.’  

 Her reply comes almost instantly.

     ‘Sure thing. Happy anniversary :)’  

     ‘Thanks, Itsy-bitsy. You’re the best :)’  

     ‘I know.’  

 The day passes surprisingly fast, then. One moment, Tony is relaxing on the couch, drinking coffee while Lucky sprawls happily over his legs as he scratches the good spot behind his ears and then, his phone alarm goes off that tells him he’s got a cooking date with Steve and Bruce. And because these guys are amazing friends, they show up on the door to the penthouse just in time for the three of them to start preparing a nice three course dinner.

 It’s fun, and with the “adult supervision” Tony finds himself perfectly capable of doing this.

 Once upon a time, this would have been impossible.

 “Tony, you’re one of the smartest people alive and you have many talents - but cooking isn’t one of them.” he’s been told on more than one occasion, and it’s been true for most of his life. But things are different now - he wants to learn. He wants this small part of everyday life.

 Those last few years, he finds himself happier than he can remember being, possibly ever, and it feels simply amazing to have this - this life, this love. This      family    .

 Just as he’s put the main course into a low oven to keep warm, the door opens just in time for him to enter the hallway, and then Tony gets pulled into a embrace and lifted off his feet for a moment.  He holds on tight, then he pulls Clint down for a proper kiss to welcome him home.

 “Hey there.”

 “Hey yourself.”

 The two of them take their time in greeting each other, and despite being apart for only about a week, it feels like they haven’t seen each other in forever. And it’s their anniversary, for fuck’s sake. They’re allowed to be as sappy as they damn well please - at least until Lucky interrupts them because he’s tired of waiting and jumps up on Clint until he’s slobbered all over his face and happily demands cuddles right then and there.

 Dropping his duffle bag to the floor, Clint asks Tony what he would like to eat and it causes him to smile knowingly.

 “Can I cook for you?” he asks, and Clint looks at him, blinking.

 “Right now? I mean… Don’t take this the wrong way Babe but is that… Safe? We can just order something in if you want.”

 “Trick question, I already did. Well, I had help. So it won’t send us into the hospital if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

 “Wait, you-” Clint steps closer to him, gently placing his hands on Tony’s upper arms as he smiles at him. There is something soft in his eyes, and Tony falls in love all over again.

 “You made an effort to cook something for today even though you almost never do?”

 “Yeah, I- I wanted to do something nice for today, and I didn’t know when you’d be home so I didn’t book anything. Besides, you cook and bake all the time for us, for      me    , and well. I appreciate that a lot and I just wanted to do this for you. I had help, but yes. Come on!” He pulls him into the dining room, which he’d actually decorated. Nothing big, just a few candles and a bouquet of flowers but it does look nice.

 On the table, there is a large bottle of Asgardian mead, a gift for them that Thor left before he went to spend the weekend with Jane in New Mexico.  It’s strong, and more than even the two of them can finish in one evening. But it’s good, and they know it.

 The dinner is relaxed as always, and they enjoy each others company and the conversations - anything and everything they can talk about, and while Clint fills him in on the latest SHIELD gossip and rumors, some of which leave Tony laughing hard enough that he almost chokes on his mead, he tells him what has been going on back home, including the first dinner mishap and how their friends had saved his ass.

 In the meantime, Lucky has made himself comfortable under the table, chewing on one of his giant treats.

 They’re just starting on the main course - steaks with garlic potato casserole and roasted asparagus, when Clint says,

 “This is really good, Tony. Thank you. For the effort and for doing this.” He smiles, and reaches over with one hand, which he happily takes and squeezes back.

 “I’m glad you like it. And it makes me think that I should do this more often, since, well, you do it all the time. Seems fair to do my part, you know.”

 “You do other things all the time. It’s just… Both of us do different things, and that’s okay with me. I like to cook, you build and fix stuff.” He shrugs. “Love languages and all that.”

 A while ago, they’d talked about that for a bit, and it’s true. They show their love and affection in different ways sometimes, and that’s okay - they know and recognize these things by now, and it only helps them understand each other better.

 “Well, cooking is kinda fun.” Tony says then, and a big smile spreads all over Clint’s face.

 “We could do that together if you like. I could teach you and we could try new recipes!” He’s clearly excited about that, in this familiar and almost childlike way of his, and it’s all Tony can do to agree. God, he loves this man so much.

 By the time dessert is on the table, they share that and a pot of coffee and have moved their seats even closer together, ankles hooked around each other.

 “Oh hey, I’ve got a surprise for you, too.” Clint says then, as if he just remembered but he pulls and envelope from somewhere on his person which makes it clear he’s been waiting. The envelope is thick and slightly off-white - clearly good quality paper. Curiously, Tony opens it up.

 There is a card, and it looks handmade. Sturdy, structured paper, and two birds on the front - parrots on a tropical island.

 On the inside, there are just a few words written, in Clint’s familiar large scrawl, but it makes him smile widely.

     ‘Voucher for two weeks vacation on Bora Bora. All responsibilities back home are covered’     it says, followed by a time frame,       ‘Happy anniversary. I love you’    and a lopsidedly drawn heart.

 “Aw, that’s great! Thank you. How did you manage that all is covered?” Tony asks, beaming at Clint - it’s been too long since they actually had any time off without being interrupted via The End Of The World. And they’re in desperate need of a break and some alone time.

 Clint just grins. “Magic and good friends.” he says ominously, and leans close to Tony, pulling him into a soft kiss as he runs one hand through his dark hair.

 Once they break apart, Tony takes both of Clint’s hands in this, and despite being happy and content he looks a little bit nervous - there is no need to, he knows, but still. Clint seems to catch on to it, looking at him with his head crooked slightly to the side.

 “So, uh, dinner wasn’t the only surprise I had for tonight.” Tony says, and takes a deep breath.

 “This is kinda ridiculous, given for how long we’ve been together already and especially how that happened, but. I was wondering, would you like to marry me agan? Sober and properly this time?”

 The answer comes almost instantly, in the form of another long kiss and an enthusiastic “Yes, of course!”

 It takes them a while to let go of each other again. But they happily continue drinking coffee and eating chocolate mousse, simply enjoying the time together.

 “Same day?” Clint asks, pragmatic as always - neither of them is great at remembering important dates - two different wedding anniversaries would be too much for people like them who were to forget their own birthdays if it wasn’t for JARVIS and teammates who know them too well.

 “Yes, please. Everything else would just call for a disaster.”

 “It would. And hey, we can avoid Fake Elvis this time!”

 Tony laughs out loud. “I’m sure he will be heartbroken.”

 “Oh well.” Clint shrugs, grinning. “He’ll live.”

 *+~

     Prompt No. 54: “Can I cook for you?”  

[qserasera]

tulip + poppy for the meme please :3c

from this meme here  tulip: what is your most favorite make-up product? do you like it more natural, dark, or etc?

oooh this question! so i do have an entire box of korean skin creams (mostly moisturizers for sleeping + eye cream received as gifts) i need to use them more regularly pls i have so many ahhh that i use sporadically when i remember to, and on the more makeup side, i really do like different lip tints.

i got this one glossy red lip tint in a tube (not with a stick for an applicator) from a korean makeup store once, but since i threw away the box i don’t remember the exact name of it and it’s likely that it might have been discontinued...i feel this water gel tint is the closest to what i was thinking of, and i liked wearing it in the gradient lip style  so more on the natural side i guess? red/pinks are my go-to colors, though at some point i did think of getting a dark oxblood lipstick...also thought these two-toned lipsticks looked really cool once

i can’t wear mascara or eyeshadow at all, my eyes blink way too quickly in the morning and im a bit leery of putting anything near my eyeballs anyways

poppy: do you like to dip your fries or do you like it as is? i like to dip my fries! ketchup or honey mustard dips are really good

[divineresources]

sentence meme     :     old gods of appalachia  ,  episodes 0 - 3.

folk who live here don’t trust easy.

there are places in this world that humanity was never supposed to see.

they are not evil.

they are hunger  ,  consumption  ,  lust  :  all the things that settle under the heart and below the ribcage.

first come  ,  first served.

she is snake bite and mauled bodies.

they called her a witch.

she’d been a bright light on a hard road.

the boy was a liar of course  ,  as many boys are.

some say that place will find you if it wants you there.

hello  ,  my love.

it’s good to see you.

oh  ,  you’ve got to try harder than that.

show me your true face  ,  or don’t come at all.

you have not a name for what i am.

let us talk...of many things.

the air here is heavy.

the place is a rotting tooth in the mouth of the holler  ,  but it is the only molar remaining.

everybody knows that you don’t climb into the dark earth without her swallowing a few of us whole.

a darkness stirred and the path to the world of men stood open.

well  ,  ain’t that a shame.

and i cannot escape the darkness.

this was not a place a little girl should ever play.

i said run  ,  girl.

i told you  ,  that’s where all this started.

it’ll all be over soon  ,  honey. 

just close your eyes.

the kind of rain with drops so big that getting hit by one makes you feel like you’ve been dipped in a pond.

there is a curse upon my every waking breath.

there are too many questions we have to answer.

[bleach-your-panties]

I think it's about time I give you a request then- give me a Denki Kaminari angst scenario! We could use more of those!

I’m sorry it took so long! It sorta got fluffy towards the end, but I hope it was angsty enough for you!

-

“Ok, see you guys later!” 

You called out to your group of friends from Class 1-A. You didn’t exactly fit into any of the ‘squads’, but you were good friends with Momo, Mina, Tsuyu, and, surprisingly, Mineta, despite his perverted ways. 

However, there was that one student who regarded you very highly and that student was your boyfriend, Denki Kaminari, also known by his hero name Chargebolt. 

Denki couldn’t stand the fact that you attracted so much male attention, and it often left him feeling very insecure.

His insecurity usually led to the two of you getting into frequent arguments about some of the most trivial things. 

True enough, Denki was upbeat, cheerful, sly, and somewhat mannish sometimes. Ok, he was mannish a lot of the time. 

He was a good boyfriend to you though, and the two of you had a lot of great times together. 

So when your phone pinged with a text message from the spiky-haired blonde, you wouldn’t have thought that it would contain the four little words that made your heart jump into your throat.

Pikachu⚡️3:45pm: We need to talk. Is your place fine? 

You had just gotten home, not even having the time to change out of your school uniform. 

Staring down at your phone momentarily, you breathed a small sigh through your nose and began typing a message back.

You 3:50pm: Sure, just let me shower and change. 

Pikachu ⚡️3:52pm: Okay, text me when you’re done. 

About thirty minutes later, you had showered and changed into a pair of workout tights, sneakers, and a hoodie, since it had begun to rain outside. 

You 4:25pm: I’m ready. Parents are home and I don’t really want them to hear our conversation, so I’m going to meet you at the playground. 

Pikachu ⚡️4:27pm: Ok, I’ll be there. 

-

When you arrived at the playground, it was eerily desolate, even more so with the grey sky above you and the fat raindrops that were falling around you. 

You spotted Denki swinging back and forth on one of the old, creaky swings. Your sneakers crunched wet leaves as you approached the blonde. 

He heard who he assumed to be you coming up behind him, so he turned in your direction. ”Hey.”

”Hey.”

There was a pregnant pause before you continued with what you wanted to say. 

”So, what’s up with the cryptic text message? What do we need to talk about?” 

He was silent for a moment, looking down at his feet, his heels digging into the soft ground to slow down the movement of the swing. 

He got off of it and started walking to where you were waiting. 

It was hard for him to meet your eyes at this moment because he knew that you weren’t going to like what he had to say. 

“(Y/N), I need to know something." 

Your shoulders slumped slightly, your (e/c) eyes trying to read his body language.

“What is it, Denki? Please, can you look at me?” 

The blonde slowly raised his head, a sight that almost brought tears to your own eyes as you saw his bright yellow ones shining with unshed tears.

”(Y/N), would you ever c-cheat on me?“ He stuttered out pitifully, wanting to turn and run at the sight of your distraught expression.

"Denki…I..why would you think something like that?” You couldn’t say that you were completely caught off guard by his question because you weren’t, but this exact conversation of cheating had never come up before.

Usually, when the two of you argued it was because you looked in a male’s general direction for too long, or when Denki thought that you were getting too close with your male classmates. 

Denki looked at you with a forlorn look in his eyes. 

He heaved a heavy sigh. “I mean… It’s bound to happen at some point, right? With the way all of our male classmates navigate towards you whenever you enter a room, the captivated looks that they give you. You have so many choices among all of them. Choices better than me..”

The tears were finally falling now, the blonde’s head dipped low again so you wouldn’t have to watch him cry. 

He didn’t want your pity; no, he just wanted you to be honest with him about your intentions. 

Your mouth felt dry, your head and heart both feeling like lead. You tried to move towards him, to comfort him, but it felt like your feet were rooted to the ground.

“Please, (y/n)…I just.. I can’t go through each day wondering if you’re going to get fed up with me and leave. I’d rather-”

With the sloshing sounds of your sneakers crushing wet leaves and stepping through puddles, you threw yourself against Denki’s body, your long arms coming to wrap around his back.

Yellow eyes widened as he stumbled back a little, your force almost knocking the two of you to the wet ground.

“(y-y/n-n… )” He stuttered out in confusion. 

“Denki,” you pulled yourself off of him to look him in the eyes, “I would never ever dream of cheating on you, babe. You keep talking about the guys in our class, but they’re not you.”

You moved your hands from his shoulders to cup his cheeks, slightly squishing them, like you always did when you guys were playing around.

“They can’t make me laugh like you can or make me smile like you can. They won’t send me memes and tell me corny jokes that somehow manage to make me laugh still.” He chuckled a bit at that last part.

“They won’t stay up playing videos games with me all night, bragging about how much cooler and stronger their character is than mine. They won’t Facetime me or send me a million texts when I don’t feel well, or bring me junk food when I’m on my period.”

“The point, Denki, is that no one will ever replace you in my heart. You’re my Pikachu, and I love you, you idiot.” You wiped at your eyes, a few tears starting to sting your own (e/c) orbs as you laughed.

Denki was stuck like a deer in headlights for a moment, but once the realization of your words set in, he captured you in his arms and squeezed you tightly. 

Afraid to let you go, he slowly rocked you back and forth as a choked gasp left his lips.

“(y/n)…I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for being so insecure. I’ve been such a burden on you since we’ve been dating, I-"  

You cut him off by smashing your lips against his.

When you pulled away for breath, Denki’s cheeks were pink, causing you to laugh.

"Denki, honey, we can work through your insecurities together. I’ll be right here by your side, forever.” You rested your cheek against his, nuzzling it.

At that moment, as the rain began to fall heavier around the two of you, Denki knew that he could entrust his entire being to you. His heart. His insecurities. His fears.

“Thank you, (y/n). I love you so much.”

“I love you so much too, Pikachu.”

[yaygababa]

REQUEST: Can I get a FatGum (Fluff!) x reader? 

Pairing: FatGum x F!reader

A/n! So this was requested by a friend of mine on Discord... I’m like that “Yes honey” meme to my friend’s every will... WAS STILL FUN TO WRITE THOUGH!

Summery: Reader breaks her ankle during a workout, Fatgum takes them to the doctor to find out...

Word count: 3,704

Warnings: Mentions of blood, hospitals, fluff, anorexia and bulimia.

I lifted my leg in the air, piqué twice and dipping my leg down. I bent my body over, slowly coming back up and arabesque. I repeated this action a few times, a small voice in my head telling me it wasn't good enough. I bent over again, coming back up and arabesque. I had been participating all day. A good three hours of nonstop ballet. I was sweating like a pig... What I imagined myself as actually…

I took in a breath, attempting another but this time my ankle slipped and I fell on the ground... Again. I took in sharp, crisp air through my gritted teeth. I moved my leg out from underneath me, looking down at it as I rolled it softly. It was slightly swollen, making my eyes widen and reach down to touch it. The second my finger connected with my ankle, a sting went through my body. I closed my eyes, knowing I’ve been injuring myself all day…

I was just trying to burn as many calories as I could today. I had eaten a hefty amount of junk food, regretting it the moment I finished. I could have sworn I had told myself that I was going to behave and not eat that kinda crap for the next month... But here I was now, working off these stupid ass calories that I ate all by myself. No one was forcing me to do this to myself. No one forced that food into my mouth and down my throat...

I had been caught purging by someone at my work... And over the stupidest of food too! A simple sandwich? Well... Now that I think about it... The calories from the bread... The cheese... Yeah, I understand now.

I could hear the voice in my head screaming at me again. It was a males voice... Something I knew for a fact that I had heard before, though I couldn't put my finger on who it was. I blinked my eyes open, looked down at my ankle as I flipped it over to the other side. The instant I did that, the look of blood seeping out of the pointe shoes. I took in another breath. Rolling my eyes and getting up from the floor.

“A little bit of blood isn't going to make me stop...” I hissed to myself. I didn't sound like myself when I said that. I sounded like a man screaming at his wife, a man demanding so much more of his wife that she knows she can't give. I stumbled to my feet, feeling a shocking pain shoot into my legs and going to my back. I went into first position. I wasn't done with my work out. I had only burned off 600 calories. Now... Someone might think that's a bit much... But that wasn't nearly enough for the amount that I ate.

I held my air in my lungs, puffing up my chest and assemblé once again. I fell to the ground again, this time hearing a loud CRACK! I shot a hand to my mouth, rolling on my back and hovering my wounded foot above the floor. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, perking up into my vision and blurring my eyes. I blinked the water away, lifting my head to look at my foot that was shaking. I pushed myself onto my bottom, gently taking my calf into my hand and pulling it to my lap.

I tried to touch my ankle, my face scrunching in pain and tears pop up in my eyes again. My hand started shaking, slowly unwrapping my foot and pulling off my shoe. I looked down at it, the toes a dark purple and a trail of red leading all down my ankle. I let out my breath, now defeated and admitting that I probably should have stopped earlier.

Looking around from my sitting spot, I thought about how I was gonna be able to get up... I was gonna have to make it to a wall to help me stand... It's just... Getting to the wall is the problem. Maybe I could just crawl... OR SCOOT! I felt silly just from the thought of it. I could very well just wait for my lover to get home... He was strong enough to pick me, I knew that for sure.

Lifting my torso up, I pushed myself on my hands and knees, doing a quick crawl over to the kitchen. I knew there was a first-aid kit somewhere around here... Ah! I opened the bottom cabinet next to the sink, normally where you would keep pots and pans but we put our dish-soap and cleaner down there. A little bit of an odd place to keep a first-aid kit, I must admit, but I wasn't really worried about it.

I opened the kit, looking around on it for something to help me figure out what to do with this new wound. I knew I had to clean the bleeding parts, but I wasn't sure what to do about the gigantic bruising... Maybe just wrap it up to make sure nothing bothers it? Yeah... Just do that.

I took out the gauze, the alcohol and band-aids. I started with my busted toes, then cleaned them and wrapped them. Then moved to my ankle... Now that I got a better look of it, I probably needed something more than just something to wrap it up with... I could see it pulsing through my skin, making me cringe in disgust... Yeah, how about I just call someone? Oh great... That means I have to get up and get the phone! Well this will be an adventure...

I got back on my hands and knees, crawling to the other side of the kitchen and looking up. I knew the house phone was next to the dishwasher... Hmm... But that's on the back of the counter... Hmm...

Pushing myself up and onto my knees, I reached my torso up and looked over the counter, my chin just barely propping on it as I did so. Humming, I narrowed my eyes at the phone, peeping my glare at it and staring.

“I'll get you my pretty...” I joked, hissing at the phone.

“And your little numbers too...” I mumbled. I pushed myself on my good foot, using my upper body strength mostly as I pulled myself up and onto the counter. I grunted loudly as I pushed myself onto it, flopping my front on the stove then rolling over on my back. I felt like I didn't have any legs in general! If Taishiro seen me like this right now, he'd laugh and laugh... Telling me I should have just stayed put or hell, went out to dinner with him!

Now, one of the only reasons he went out to eat was because I said I wasn't going to make dinner tonight... I would always make a huge feast for the man, him eating the entire thing in less than 30 minutes! He was goofy in that way... And he had the best excuse for eating so much. His quirk was always strange to me, but nothing would change my view on him. He was my lover and nothing was about to change that... But like how the old saying goes... Opposites attract.

Me and him were polar opposites. I myself... As much as I hated to admit it... I had anorexia with bulimic tendencies. But lately? It's been feeling more Mia than Ana... Ah yes, my two voices. Ana was my normal voice in my mind... He took a soft voice. Someone you would think of an English teacher, like he was always helpful, always telling me, “The secret is to just stay empty.” Like I was trying to figure out a game in my mind. He was my sweetspo.

While Mia... He took a darker form than Ana. He had a younger male's voice, always screaming and cussing at me to go exercise and purge. I felt like I was constricted by his words. I could never think straight when he came around. Ana was always there, always listening and telling me I'm alright... While Mia hated me. He told me that I was always wrong, that I deserved to eat and the moment I touch food, he'll scream at me and tell me how stupid, idiotic and worthless for thinking he was telling the truth.

Anyway... Let's get back on track. Me and Taishiro were, of course, polar opposites, but we were closer than close, drawn to each other like someone would think they would be. We were inseparable. But considering our differences... If people knew us as a person, and not just what we show to the world... They might question our sanity... Though the both of us knew better than that. We loved each other, always at each other's sides and never fighting.

Though... I knew I had secrets. I knew I kept certain things away from my lover just to make sure I prevented an argument. I didn't want him to see this side of me... Forcing myself to work out till I bleed, harming myself like this would make him upset. It'd make anyone upset! Hell, it makes me upset. But this is something I've lived with for so long... I'm still not sure how Taishiro hasn't noticed my bad habits... Or has he? Has he been fooling me this whole time, making me believe that he wasn't aware or that he just didn't want to notice? Who the hell knew.

But I did know that I had to keep this ruse going. I didn't want him to know why I felt the need to starve, purge and exercise like a maniac. But then again, I did want him to know. I just wanted him to see every part of me, I didn't want to lie to him. It felt wrong! But then again... It felt so right. These lies, this ruse, this mask I put on day and night... It gets so tiring. I just wish I could scream, scream at myself in the mirror...

Scream, “GET BETTER!”

“GET THE HELP YOU NEED!”

“TELL HIM!”

“YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE!”

“HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE!”

I laughed at myself, swaying my legs over the counter as I blinked over to the phone next to me. I picked it up, holding it in both my hands cautiously as I examined it. I read over the numbers over and over, contemplating on if I really needed to call him. Was it really that serious or was I just overreacting?

I ran my fingers over the numbers again, this time dialing the number to talk to my lover. I put it up to my ear, swallowing once and tapping my finger on my thigh. I heard it ring a couple of times, three or four before the male answered.

“GUMMYBEAR!” The man shouted over the phone, making me giggle and flinch slightly.

“Hello to you too, Taishi.” I chirped back. He was quick to reply.

“I'm right outside the house! Gimme two seconds!” I flicked my eyes over to the front door, it being next to the kitchen and in front of the living room. I heard a few loud footsteps then the door opened. I pulled the phone away from my ear, watching as the tall male came into view. I wiggled my toes and sat the mobile device down, opening my arms and beckoning him to me. He had a whole load of groceries in hand, what I guessed was all of them as he sat them at the front of the kitchen. Coming toward me, he picked me up from my underarms, pulling me to him and into an almost child-like hug. He put one hand on my bottom and the other around my back.

I reached my head up and nuzzled his nose, him doing the same and placing a small kiss on my lips. I got into a fit of giggles, wrapping my hands around his shoulders and closing my eyes as I smiled like an idiot. He chuckled and pulled my body further up his body, holding my bottom with one hand and turning me slightly so he could see what he was doing. I lined my legs with his body, hugging his broad shoulders and resting my chin on his crease of his neck. I rubbed the side of his cheek with my nose the entire time he was doing his thing.

He was currently putting away the groceries... Which was normally odd. Simple chores like that would normally include both of us. Perhaps he saw my bandaged foot and decided to help me out a bit. He opened the fridge and started putting away the cold-goods, an almost rush to his footing as he did so, what I assumed was his idea of the items melting. I looked at all the food he put away... Vegetables... Ice cream... Fruits... Meats... More ice cream... Popsicles... And something that caught my eye. A slim Jim with cheese... Oh, I could feel my mouth water at the sight of it. I reached over, snatching it before he could put the box away. I took out one, looked over at him then took out two.

Undoing the wrapper, I put it on the counter, gave him the meat and bit into the cheese. I shook my fists back and forth, closing my eyes and moaning slightly in delight. People normally didn't like that type of cheese, but it was like heroine to me.

Putting away the now opened box, he sat me down on the counter and looked down at me.

“How'd you manage to do it this time?” He asked, blinking down at my foot. I lifted it, allowing him to take hold of my leg and examine my ankle.

“Ballet.” I simply said. He flicked his eyes up to me, narrowing them slightly.

“Thought I told you to stay away from that!” He looked back down at my wound, seeing it bandaged up like a child had done it.

“How else am I supposed to perform for my die-hard fans?” I put a hand to my heart, adding to the dramatic effect.

“Your die-hard fans being me?” He laughed. I nodded and closed my eyes, relaxing as I put a hand behind me and leaned into it.

“You need to go to the hospital, this isn't something I can treat without proper tools.” He said, making me roll my head back and groan loudly.

“BUT I DON'T WANNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I grunted as loudly as possible. He stuck up a finger, waving it back and forth.

“Should have listened to me then!” He tisked. I groaned again.

“BUT-BUT-BUT!” I shouted, “My die-hard fans...!” I said in a sudden hush, sticking out my bottom lip and giving him puppy-dog eyes.

“Your die-hard fans can wait.” He suddenly swooped my up into his arms, walking with me to the door and out the house. I flopped my head back, putting a hand to my forehead as if faint.

“I'm dead! They're gonna have to amputate it!” I said in the most dramatic voice possible. He raised a brow at me.

“Maybe then you'll stop doing those damn work outs.” He fired back. I shot my eyes open, rushing my head up and glaring daggers at the male.

“You're one to talk!” I joked, poking his stomach and earning a laugh in return, “I'll stop once I perfected it...” I closed my eyes again, shaking my head in a tone that screamed, 'I know best'. We weren't that far from a medical center, but without an appointment I sure we'd be sitting there for a few.

With a few jokes about having me carry him, one or two of how I needed the exercise and a dozen of how we'd be there already if he could just fit into a car... We arrived at the hospital. With me in his arms, he walked us into the waiting room, placing me on a chair closest to the nurses office. He talked to the nurse for a minute, signing the usual stuff and answering the normal questions and BOOM! I had to hurry up and wait for the next half hour.

I leaned over to him in the waiting room... He was taking up a good three seats, towering multiple feet above me as I elbowed him.

“Bet ya' I could race her.” I whispered, hinting to a older woman in a wheelchair. He snickered for a hot minute, trying not to let anyone hear but failing desperately. Then he was the one to elbow me, “Arm wrestle that guy?” He hushed, nudging his head toward a awfully skinny man. I put a hand on my mouth, the both of us cracking up over the stupidest of things. I shushed him once the man we were speaking about looked over at us.

“Mr. Toyomitsu?” A nurse, brown hair and glasses said as she opened the door. She came out with a wheelchair once we waved her down, me getting into it as she took us to the back room. We got in rather quickly... She walked us to the room, telling me to get onto the medical table as she did my vitals. The normal routine... Temp, heart and bp. Blah blah blah.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't get any weird looks or small comments on my weight when I gave it to her. I'd normally get an ear full! You learn something new every day.

I swayed my feet on the end of the table, the small piece of paper under me wasn't helping much when it came to the coldness of the table. I was still in my ballet costume, tights and one shoe missing... My hair was a mess, and what I guessed I smelled like sweat.

“I already know he's gonna say something about my work out, 'BLAH BLAH BLAH DON'T DO THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH'!” I mocked, making Taishiro pat my knee softly.

“It'll be alright.” He soothed, making me take in a breath.

After a good ten minutes of waiting, the doctor came in. He examined me thoroughly, like any doctor should. He checked my throat, my ears and eyes... Then he got to my foot. He cleaned it properly, put gauze on it and prescribed me some pain killers. At the end of the session... He asked to speak to Taishiro alone, which confused me. They went right outside the room, I could hear their muffled voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

The doctor brought my lover back in, his face turned suddenly frowning and worried. I looked up at him and asked what was wrong, but he just shook his head and told me we'll talk later. I felt a shock go through my body at his words... But I couldn't figure out why I felt like this. I felt... Scared? But why?

The nurse helped bring me out the hospital, Taishiro taking over from there. We started to go back to the house, but it seemed off. He wasn't speaking. He wasn't making any funny jokes or commenting about food... I felt even more scared.

We ended up at the house, him sitting me on the couch and walking to the kitchen. I looked over and saw him pour a glass of water. He came back to my side, handing me the cup as I took it and sipped on it.

“Gummy bear...” He started, picking me up and putting me on his side again like always. He walked us to the kitchen, him reaching into the fridge and grabbing a thing of vegetables and meats. He sat me on the counter next to the stove, him starting to make his third dinner.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the stove. I took another sip of my water, narrowing my eyes and asking him, “About what?”

“This whole...” He looked to me, waving his hands around as if trying to find the right word, “Anorexia, bulimia... Thing...” I felt my heart sink. My skin going pale and warmth draining from my body. I laughed.

“How- heh- How do you know about that?” I asked, my voice shaking and nervous. He raised a brow.

“So it's true.” He more so stated. I felt myself sink more.

“Taishi- I've tried to tell you so many times!” I said, defeated. But he just looked awestruck.

“What and- and- and I didn't listen?” He asked, what I guessed was him blaming himself. I sat my water down and shook my hands.

“Love bug, that's not what I meant!” I tried, “I always thought that it was kinda obvious and that you already knew!”

“It was obvious?” He said, completely taken aback by this.

“Maybe- Maybe it wasn't. But-” I stuck my finger at him, “You know now! So- So- So-” I looked to the ground, trying to find the right wording.

“God dammit- Pick me up.” I demanded, not being able to keep my eyes on his. He looked at me like I just told him I killed his puppy. I flicked my eyes at him, “WELL?” I opened my arms, beckoning him over to me. He rushed to pick me up, holding my bottom and placing a hand on my back. I put my hands on either side of his face, staring into his eyes to keep him focused.

“I have dealt with this for years, love bug. There's nothing you could have done to prevent it. I've had this for more days than I can count. It doesn't mean I don't love you, or see you different because of how I see myself. I could see myself as Cthulhu and you'd still be number one in my eyes. I do this to myself, but that doesn't mean I love you any less.” I rubbed the side of his face, his frown slowly turning into a smile the more I talked.

“Now shut up and give me a kiss.”

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The question is excruciatingly dragged out in communication all done in real time with soft signs, little taps, and that inventive sign language of her own making. What helped in putting it all together was Billy's voice coming from across the room, the warm nook he'd ensconced himself in with some of the catalogues left out for them. "She's asking: Would you rather go back to age 5 with everything you know now or know now everything your future self will learn?"

Would you Rather meme

"Th'future" Ron answered easily, minding how his tea leaves were steeping as he enjoyed the company of his favourite not-quite-charges. They'd settled into life neath his eves nicely, or so it seemed. Neither had so much hesitance about them - be that generally or when they'd come to him with queries - and that pleased Ron to no end. They were each what he'd affectionately call 'a li'le charactah', which translated neatly into 'they're my people, I like 'em, don't question their place' to anyone in ol' Lahndan Tahn that asked.

"Me road ain't been th'best paved" he went on, using a wooden honey spoon to ladle a dollop of amber sweetness into his cup. He thought for a moment Girl was paying attention to the movement, to the honey and how it moved and glinted, so he re-dipped the spoon into its jar and offered it to her. His answer went on, un-paused. "So I'd 'ate t'burden me li'le self wiv all wha's t'come. M'grown now, 'n I've walked tha' road. I know 'ow t'navigate it as safe a possible. A roadmap a'ead f'me, now, would be 'elpful. Gettin' one chucked at us back then?"

Ron's dark head shook once.

"It'd ovahwhelm, I fink. Frighten me."