#Anxiety ones are from when I first watched the movie a couple of weeks ago

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Doodles done across various points in time hello everybody.

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Peeping Tom

Tamakixreader x mirio

Word count: 4K

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, oral (m&f receiving) jerking off, safe sex practices

Mirio didn’t mean to. He really didn’t. UA had very recently moved into the dorms when it happened. It was a Friday night, and he just finished a shower after getting home from his work study. Apparently, the walls were a little thinner than he expected.

Sometime around 8:30, he heard it. It started slow at first, talking. A movie played, but it changed so often that he couldn’t figure out which one. He had only a pair of sweatpants as he toweled off his hair when he heard it.

“(Y/n), woah!” It was the voice of his best friend and neighbor, Tamaki. His shy, elvish friend had finally confessed to his now girlfriend three months ago. (Y/n), a kind but rambunctious girl who had been dropping not-so-subtle hints for almost two years was one of Mirio’s favorites in the class.

Since getting together with Tamaki, she had drawn him out of his shell. It seemed tonight she would drag him out a little more complicated.

“What ‘woah’?” She gently placated

Now, Mirio, of all things, was not a snoop, but he was curious. Luckily, he wasn’t a cat, so he pressed his ear to their shared wall.

“W-we were just watching a movie. I didn’t expect you to get all handsy.” He said, and even through the wall, he could hear his best friend tucking his chin into his chest in embarrassment. So, they were finally gonna have sex?

Two weeks ago, Tamaki came to Mirio and Nejire with this concern. (Y/n) had very nonchalantly asked if he was ready or could consider getting physical with her. After about twenty minutes of gently calming him down, as he seemed to begin hyperventilating, he managed to say something he wanted meanly. Although his anxiety could try your patience occasionally, you were proud of the semi he was sprouting at the mention.

After that conversation, he went to Mirio, who coincidentally was with his girlfriend. He knocked at the door open (Y/n). Want to have sex with me!” He proclaimed in the closest voice he could muster. Unfortunately, he entered a scene from a magazine in the back of the store.

Nejire was in her school skirt and bra, her hair was disheveled but tucked to the side, and she was lying/ straddling Mirio's lap. Mirio was only in some checkered boxers and had one hand on her boobs and the other on her ass below her skirt. He managed a squeak before he spun around and slammed the door shut behind him.

His friends dressed quickly and chased him down, finding him with his head shoved deep into the dorm refrigerator.

“Uhh, Tamaki?” Mirio scratched his cheek but couldn’t hide his smile and his friend's antics

“Yeah, M-mirio?”

“Whatcha doing, man?”

“Uh, just getting a tea?”

“Yeah?” Nejire confirmed, “I thought Yaobara took the last ginseng one. And you hate the matcha ones?” Hado placated

“No, I think I see a Yuzu one back here.” He reached in and pulled out a can of lemonade and cracked the can open. He toon a sip just for show although not bringing himself to make eye contact “mmm refreshing. Well gotta get back to my dorm!” He tried to breeze past the couple until one of Mirio’s giant hands pushed him back by his chest.

“Slow down there, partner! What was this you said about you and (Y/n) having sex?”

“Mirio, not so loud!” Amajiki exclaimed

“Yeah, babe, why don’t we take this back to your dorm?”

“Right,” Mirio looked at his girlfriend with smitten eyes, then at Tamaki’s cherry-red eyes. “Why not yours?” He offered. Tamaki hung his head and pathetically followed the couple to Hado’s dorm room to discuss what this meant.

That was two weeks ago.

Ever since Togata had been anxiously waiting for some kind of sign that (Y/n) had gotten Tamaki into the sac. He felt like some religious fanatic awaiting a divine character, and here it was. Giggles and sighs, and the TV in Tamaki’s bedroom turned up a considerable few clicks.

He kept his ear pressed to the wall, but his curiosity was getting too powerful for him. Accidentally or subconsciously, he slipped through the wall, so his head and left should be passing ghostly through the barrier.- Now his head was in Tamaki’s dim closet where he always left his doors cracked for a long-standing fear of monsters. From his angle, he saw a scene that was downright painting-worthy.

You were sprawled over Tamaki’s lap with both hand tangled into the hair at the base of his neck. Tamaki had one hand up the back of your cardigan which was slipping down your right shoulder. It seemed he was fumbling with your bra clasp which frustrated Mirio because they had spent a considerable amount of time teaching him all about bras.

Frustratedly, you sat up and whipped your cardigan to the side, unclipping your bra and pulling it out of the front of your camisole slowly to tease your boyfriend. With the news he could see, Tamaki looked downright disfigured. His tie hung off his bedside lamp, the top three buttons of his school shirt had been hastily undone, and a speckling of hickies already decorated his neck and chest. Mirio heard him whimper below you as he braced his hands on your thighs.

“You’re beautiful (Y/n).” Tamaki proclaimed, which shocked both who’d heard it

“You don��t need to butter me up, babe, I’m already so wet for you.” You purred as you sunk back to his lips. Tamaki did his best to keep up with you, but the overwhelming barrage of kisses and the constant figure eight of your hips against his was becoming too much for him. Mirio watched in delight as you climbed. His best friend was like a hungry cougar. You gently placed your hands in each of his collarbones, pushed him back onto the plush pillows, and placed a gentle peck on his lips before shimmying down his thighs.

You landed softly on the carpet on your knees with your hands braced on his thighs.

“Uhh (Y/n), what are you…?”

“Shhh, babe, I want this to be special for you.” You held your pointer finger up to your lips in a hushing motion. Then you dug at his belt and enjoyed the iconic sound of a metal clacking against metal.

“(Y/n), You really don’t have to.” He anxiously pleads

“But, Ama, I want to.” That made something in Mirio’s stomach do Olympic gymnastics. There was a pleading glint in your eyes as you begged him silently. He closed his mouth and eyes and gave the subtlest nod known to man, and you dove back in. You tucked some hair behind your ear and undid the button and zipper of Tamaki’s green trousers.

“Take off your shirt, babe.” You ordered, and he obeyed happily as you tugged his boxers. He wriggled around and tossed his shirt into oblivion, and you fished his dick out of his briefs. “Woah, babe, you have such a pretty cock.” You stated proudly.

Mirio had to agree. Of course, he had accidentally caught glances in the locker room, but he was seldom hard in those situations. He could tell from this distance that your statement wasn’t just flattery. It was above average in length with a plump cockhead and perfectly flushed pink. Mirio watched as you took a lick from base to tip, and Amajiki warbled beneath your touch. You took his balls in your left hand and played with them.

Amajiki was notoriously neat, so he wasn’t shocked to see his friend had done some manscaping.

“(Y/n)~” he drawled the final syllable as you slowly sucked on his tip. Mirio could see his friend's abs flexing and twisting as he struggled under your mouth. “(Y/n)!” He groaned. Suddenly, he touched your shoulder and pulled off with an almost cartoon pop.

“Why are we stopping? Is it bad?” You added anxiously

“No! No, it’s. He wiped his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts. “It’s really, uhuh, really good. I don’t think I’ll last one second if you keep going.” He wiped his sweaty brow

“Aww,” you gave a downward smile, proud of yourself for being a natural. You started climbing up him again and gave him a long, searing kiss so he could taste his own precum on your lips. You started reaching behind you for the zipper of your skirt, but Tamaki caught your wrist before you could retake the lead.

“I’ll be taking care of that.” He stated as a wave of confidence overtook him. He held under your armpits and spun the both of you around, so he landed with a giggle in the tangle of his blankets. Often, you forget how strong your boyfriend is. Partly because he rarely wore tight or revealing clothing that showed off his sexy, lean muscles. They didn’t exude the confidence typical of people as powerful as him.

As he stood, he tucked himself back into his boxers but shucked off his pants and folded them at the waist before tossing them to the side. You laughed at his continued clean behaviors, and Mirio just enjoyed it. He claimed back over your abdomen to kiss your lips and your forehead.

Sensing his tiredness, Mirio returned his whole body to his bedroom and got some water. He brought his fist toward his chest in victory and recapped some water. He’s seen plenty more than what is appropriate, right? There should be no need to keep snooping? Right?

Mirio checked the lock on his door, relieved that he remembered to lock it while changing. Although it’s not as if everyone in the class hadn’t seen some part of him during training. He took another sip from his water bottle and plunged his head back into his ‘peephole.’

What he saw was miraculous.

Amajiki was laying shooter style between your spread legs. He had his right hand stuffed deep in your cunt, and with his left hand, he was holding yours.

“L-like this (Y/n)?” He sought your guidance and received only a high-pitched sigh

“Yeah! Mhmm,” you attempted to clear your throat to gain some composure. “Yeah, just like that, Ama.” You sighed

“Ok, but how’s the pace, or should I do anything else.”

“Y-you c-could play withhh my clit?” You offered. Mirio was gobsmacked. How did his shy, reserved best friend get his girlfriend to stutter like him?

“O-ok.” he unlocked his fingers from yours and started making gentle circles. He tried to find it, but notoriously, it seemed to be the eighth wonder.

“Um, a little higher, baby,” you took your once-connected hands and guided his left hand up to your clit and hiccuped. You found it, and Tamaki's gentle hands lay you out.

“Like this?” He smiled up at your pinked face

“Yeah, just like that, baby.”

“So this is good?”

“Yeah, hun, this is euuh,. This is really good,” you accidentally interrupted yourself. Jeez, Tamaki, Mirio thought you really needed more confidence.

“You know,” Tamaki jumped at the sound of your voice, “nothing's wrong, babe, just if you wanted, you could use your mouth.”

“D-do you want it?”

“Only if yoUU!” Before you could confirm, he placed his mouth right where his left hand was. The squee you let out emboldened both boys witnessing you. Until now, Mirio had been balancing on his knees and his right hand while his left hand pushed against the wall. Now, his left hand slid down to his navel and slipped under his champion sweatpants. There was a considerable pile of pre that had pooled in his pants, and he thanked his twenty-minute earlier self who had chosen to forgo underwear.

Quickly he was able to grab onto his cock as his gaze was fixed on you, the porno in front of him. Amajikis left hand had vacated your clit as his mouth took the promotion. Instead, he was grasping desperately at one of your boobs, and his right did its best to assault your g-spot.

Evidently, his right hand was doing a good job, and you moaned and writhed beneath your boyfriend's ministrations.

“Fuck baby, keep going,” you looked your leg over his shoulder and locked him closer to your pussy. Mirio started to circle his cockhead with his thumb as he heard your moans pitch up.

You sunk your right hand into his hair, which made Tamaki groan a little. Your left hand flew out to grip a nearby pile of comforter.

“Tama, uhh, I’m so close! Please, whatever you do, don’t stop or change anything.” And he obeyed happily, maybe adding to the intensity only emblazoned by your tenacity. Your other leg wrapped around the side of his ribs as you reached climax. All coherency left him as you came a jumble of Tamaki's names and various moans and squeals.

Mirio gripped his dick a little harder, and you squirmed and relished the first orgasm someone had provided you. Tamaki sat on his knees and wiped his mouth as he admired how wrecked you looked. Your hair was spread in a million directions, and your tank top was ridden up so he could see your belly as it rose and fell. Your skirt was flipped up, and your panties hung off one of your knees. Even your socks seemed to be slipping if your body as your boyfriend devoured the sight of you.

He had watched many a dirty movie, but nothing compared to how sexy you looked right now. Sweating, shaking, and your face was completely red.

Tamaki was doing much better. He, too, was out of breath and slightly damp, but most noticeable was his cock dancing and straining against his navy blue briefs.

“Aww baby, that looks like it hurts,” you reached for his waistband and tugged him so you were both sitting on the bed, “why don’t we take care of you.” You sat his back against the wall and almost tore his boxers off him. You stood up and pulled your camisole over your head, and brandished it to the side. You gave him a smile as his eyes locked onto your breasts. You saw him swallow and, for the show, fanned himself like a lady at church with his hand.

Boldly, you pulled the zipper of your skirt down and let the green pleats free fall, and you stepped out of it. Despite being buried in your pussy just a minute before, the sight of you completely naked and on display for him was golden. His cock stood at attention, painfully awaiting you.

You climbed back onto your boyfriend's and kissed him sweetly to reassure him. His confidence broke briefly as he awaited your insight.

“Here, hold onto my hips.” You place your hand over his and guide them to the fat of your hips. You rose slowly on your knees and used your right hand to guide his cock to your awaiting pussy. You paused right as you made contact.

“Fuck! I forgot condoms!” You put your forehead on his collarbones in defeat.

“That’s okay, baby,” he secured a hand on the small of your back and leaned the two of you forward. He slowly opened the drawer and pulled out a box of condoms, pulling out the roll and ripping one off.

“How did you?”

“After that night, I went out and bought some. I-I had to call Mirio for help.” He admitted, ashamed.

“Aww, baby.” Mirio stopped his hand as he smiled at the memory. It was nine at night when he got the call. It took ten minutes to calm down a very overwhelmed Tamaki and explain that most of the scented or rubbed condoms were not a good choice and that he should go with latex unless he knew you were allergic to latex. You weren’t, so he got some pretty generic-looking lubricated condoms with a little doctor-recommended check. He didn’t make eye contact with the cashier; he only handed her enough cash to pay and grabbed the box before she could give him change.

You both settled back into position and he ripped the foil open with his teeth. Your knees buckled a little at the sight and you helped guide the condom down his dick. As you slid him down your folds you paused right at your pussy and looked in his eyes.

“Mhmmm,” he managed to grit out, and you slowly sunk his head in. Both of you seemed to moan and were keen on the contact. Your hands flew up to grip his shoulders, and he sunk into the small of your waist. Mirio gripped his cock reignited by the double loss of virginity. Slowly you eased down his cock and experimentally brought yourself up and down once. You shuddered in his lap.

Tamaki slid his hands down your waist to your hips, and you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down his lap with more confidence. With his help, you rode him with a passionate curiosity.

Mirio picked up the pace as you two seemed to find a groove. The purple-ette enjoying the sight of you taking him for his pleasure and the satisfying squelch of your pussy around him. Every lift and drop of your hips forces his eyes to shut a little, but every time, he forces them back open to allow himself to soak you in.

You’re not doing much better. Already sensitive from cumming minutes earlier, the excitement of finally getting to fuck Tamaki swirled into a greater pleasure than you could imagine. Unfortunately, it was interrupted by the ghost of cowgirls.

“Ow ow ow!” You settled your hips

“What? What is it, baby?” He clamped his hand on the side of your face.

“Foot cramp.” You shook it and winced

“D-do you wanna switch?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, and he kept his hold on the side of your face but gave you a gentle peck. Then he slid his hands under your legs and picked you, only to slam you down on the mattress. You bounced and laughed as you held his face for another kiss. You tucked some stray hair out of his face as he guided himself back into your sweet, warm pussy.

You made eye contact as a slight gasp slipped from your mouth. Tamaki leaned over you and placed your arms around his neck. He placed both hands by your ears and started up a slow and gentle pace. Before he realized your eyes were going the same rolling back/ force open pattern.

From this position Amajiki was hitting all the best angles. Mirio thought he was spoiled for getting the pleasure of witnessing this. Every grunt and every sigh even the squeak of the mattress beneath Tamaki’s knees was only fuel for his fist. He brought his hand up to his mouth so he could collect a weight bead of spit which he spread over his throbbing cock. He could feel his balls keening with the need to release but he was trying to time it with the movie he was witnessing.

On your side of the wall was bliss. You kept your arms around his neck but still wove your fingers through the thick hair at his nape. When you gave a particularly strong tug Tamaki crooned into you touch. He moaned a little harder as you tugged on him.

“D’yo like that, Ama?”

“Y-yes,” he managed to plead.

“Y’want me to do it again?”

“Yes-fuck, please!” You were shocked to hear your typically formal boyfriend swear at you. It was hot, so you pulled harder in his gorgeous silky hair. You only pulled more erotic sounds out of his lips, which were coated in a thin layer of saliva from chewing on them.

“Fuck again! I-I’m gonna cum!”

“T-Tama!” You nearly started laughing in surprise at his foul mouth. But the obsessive rhythm of his hips was bringing you closer to the edge again. “Just keep going. I’m ughh,” you groaned against your will as he teased your G-spot.

“Deeper Tama!” You begged. He grabbed each of your ankles at your request and brought them up by his ears. He leaned down on you and landed a searing kiss on your forehead and then brought his pace a little faster, lingering at the depression of his thrust.

“Ahh, right there! Please don’t stop!” But he was sputtering out from exhaustion and being on the precipice of an orgasm

“I can’t- I’m not gonna!” He sounded absolutely pathetic

“It’s fine, baby. Just keep going.”

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Why would you wear a condom? Inside please” At that, any scrap of reserve fell away as he pounded into you, desperate to cum.

“(Y/n)! Uh, I’m gonna!” He parked his hips deep in your pussy as he came with a whimper. Your eyes rolled so far back that he was nervous; they might not return. As he came to, he felt like he was strangled by your pussy, clamping down and spasming around his cock. You raked your hands down Amajiki's back, desperate to cling onto something for fear you might float away.

If he were to look back on it, Mirio would say that the noises you made as you came sent him hurtling over the edge. In a split-second decision, he permeated his other hand through the wall to bite so he could damper his sounds. He shuddered, and his ear rang after he came. A nasty white matter on the wall was evidence of his Tom peeping.

He pulled himself back through to his room to assess the damage. He would need to change his sweatpants because of a big precum stain on the grey fabric. He laughed at himself and how live-action porn got him so riled up.

“Oh jeez,” he put his clean hand on his forehead. Directly after he had hidden the evidence, a pounding at his door nearly scared him out of his skin.

“Miri! Togata! Why is your door locked?” He zipped over to his door, unlocked it, and gave his girlfriend a kiss on the forehead as she sunk into his chest.

“Long day, baby?” He similarly caged her in

“So long,” she whined

“You want to hear something that will cheer you up?” He pulled back so he could look at her adorable little face

“Always,”

“They finally did it.” He admitted with a downward smile

“YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!” She leaped back, accidentally activating her quirk

“Yeah, I heard it all.” He smirked proudly. “You wanna go over and bust them?”

“Yeah!” She cheered sharing similar smirks and penchants for mischief. Mirio threw on a t-shirt and they crept next door. Stupidly the couple had forgone locking the door. The two bust through the door to reveal what could have been a sweet wholesome moment.

(Y/n) had her head laid on Tamaki’s chest and Tamaki had an arm over her shoulder and was stroking up and down with his finger tips. But as the couple blew threw Tamaki’s door sending the couple flying up and out of their sheets.

(Y/n) grabbed the nearest blanket and held it to her chest to conserve some of her modesty.

“What are you doing get out!” You screeched in embarrassment while poor Tamaki cowered, mortified.

“Ok ok,” Mirio backed out in surrender “did you kids have fun?”

“Out!’l you hollered. The incident did not stop you by any means from continuing your fun. You just remembered to lock the doors. But no padlock could keep out your neighbor of a peeping tom.

[piperlivingdeliberately]

or a headcannon of how the relationship with Hazel callahan evolved, the first time they held hands, first make out, first time together

I LOVE THIS YAY

I think the reader and Hazel would develop feelings for each other around the same time. Whether they have class together, or they meet in the fight club, whatever!

As much as I love friends to lovers and years of slow-burn pining, I think Hazel's too much of a nervous wreck to survive that. You probably would start out as someone who she suddenly noticed was gorgeous. So, naturally, she would become incapable of properly speaking to you.

She would be incredibly obvious when she has a crush on you. Constantly being caught staring at you from across the room by her friends, stalking your instagram and panicking when she accidentally likes a picture from four months ago, apologizing profusely when she accidentally bumps into you in the hallway and cursing herself for being so awkward when she finally walks away.

Like I said, you'd notice her around the same time--probably through her blatant staring--and take interest. Even if you were as embarrassing as she was, she would never notice the signs.

Realizing this fact, you would make subtle moves every time you saw her. You'd compliment her outfit, ask her a question about the material you were learning in class, congratulate her after a successful spar. This would continue until you could comfortably call yourselves acquaintances.

After many observations of these interactions, PJ and Josie would realize your motives. They would desperately try to convince Hazel to ask you out, probably taking full days to do so.

She would finally be convinced when you "casually" brushed her arm as you laughed at her joke. She would be taken over by her feelings, blurting an invitation to a movie or a diner before she even processed what she was doing.

She would be even more surprised when you excitedly said yes. Internal panic would take over any feelings of excitement. She would be so anxious about what to wear to your date, trying on dozens of outfits and spraying five different colognes before realizing that she smelled like a middle school boy.

All of her nerves would be eased when you finally met up. Your beauty was one thing, but the way you lit up when she approached you made her anxiety melt away.

The first date would be very wholesome. Hazel making lots of jokes, you making lots of flirty comments to watch her blush, her fighting you to pay the bill at the end of the night.

You would give her a quick, chaste goodbye kiss after several minutes of tentative staring. Of course, she would replay this four-second-kiss in her brain until it was burned into the back of her eyelids.

You would have a few more dates in the following weeks in which you would realize that Hazel is the absolute best date-planner. Seriously, she should have her own TV show.

She would take you to so many fun places to see so many cool things, always ending the night with deep conversations and lingering kisses.

After a couple of weeks, she would work up the nerve to invite you to sleep over. Watching movies in her bed would turn into your first cuddle session which would turn into your first makeout session.

Both of your hands would begin to wander, snaking over each other's bare skin until someone needed to pull away for a breather.

"I've never done... anything like this before," Hazel would confess to you bashfully during this break between kisses. You would assure her that you were just as new to it as she was. She would take so much comfort in knowing that you also wanted to take it slow. You would finish out the night with the TV still playing, tangled in each other's arms.

The following morning, she would nervously ask you to be her girlfriend as she cooked breakfast. Your enthusiastic "yes" sparked another heated kiss and caused the pancakes to begin burning.

Many weeks, movies, and makeouts later would come your first "I love you". It would be a casual moment that you two had grown so fond of; your head on her chest as she ran her fingers through your hair.

The feeling of you in her arms would just overwhelm her in that moment until she couldn't keep it a secret anymore. She would whisper it so quietly that you would have to pick your head up and ask her to repeat herself. She would lose her courage for a moment, but after much prompting, she would confess once again.

You would return the statement and kiss her with so much passion that you thought your bodies might melt together. As the kiss progressed, you would gain the courage to ask her if she wanted to take your clothes off. She would nod so furiously, causing you to laugh as you gently undressed each other.

The sex would be soft and full of love. Since neither of you would be very experienced, you would just take your time learning each other's bodies, switching up often to try as much as you could.

After your exhausted finishes, you would cuddle up in your usual fashion and fall back into the routine you had grown so used to with your love. <3

[smoooothoperator]

Lovely

a/n: hey there beautiful people!!! Thank you so much for the support and all. You know you can ask me whatever and give me oppinions of everything ❤️❤️❤️

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Charles Leclerc had always been a man of precision, of perfection. As a Formula One driver, he knew that every decision, every move, every millisecond counted towards the ultimate goal of crossing the finish line first. He knew that every move, intentional or not, was going to be part of the final result of the weekend. He needed to be perfect, making a perfect show and showing all the skills to prove that he's worthy.

But off the track, he was much more reserved, much less impulsive. The way he laughed and he smiled showed how calm he was. The way he walked around showed that he doesn't have to need to be at a place immediately. His life out of the car was calm, slow. He has the control.

He's not the one that make big plans, usually prefers to help making them. He wasn't the type to approach strangers at a bar and strike up a conversation. It was something unnecessary, knowing that somehow that will make him anxious because he hated not knowing what will happen next.

That was until one fateful night in Monaco.

It had been a long week of training and meetings, and Charles was looking forward to letting loose with some friends at one of Monaco's popular nightspots, hoping that his mind and body relaxed once he sat on a chair.

He arrived at the bar, ordered a glass of one of their famous local non-alcoholic drinks, and took a seat at one of the high tables. His friends were nowhere to be seen yet, so he decided to people-watch for a while.

His eyes scanned every inch of the bar, looking at that group of friends that talked about their week, or at that couple that argued that movie they should watch once they arrived to their shared apartment. Many different people there, all of them having someone to talk to.

And then he noticed her.

She was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of wine, and staring into the distance, sometimes looking down at the glass and admiring the dark red color of her drink. There was something about her that caught Charles' eye. Maybe it was the way she sat there, alone and with no one next to her, a smile on her lips while she drank a small sip of that grape based drink and leave a soft satisfied sigh escape her red lips afterwards.

Without noticing, his legs took control of his body, deciding to get out of that high chair and walk over her.

"Excuse me" he heard himself talk, trying to sound casual and not nervous. "Mind if I join you?"

The woman in front of him looked up, surprised, but nodded with a soft smile while she left the glass on the table. "Uh... Sure"

He smiled and sat next to her on the empty chair beside her. Even closer she looks more beautiful that he imagined. Those earrings that danced everytime she moved her had softly, made him smile. The small necklace that adorned her neck made a fire burn his chest.

They started talking, and before Charles knew it, they had been chatting for over three hours. He doesn't know if his friends arrived to the bar, not like he cares anymore. They talked about everything from travel to music to their shared love of good food.

Charles found himself completely drawn in by her warmth and intelligence, and he was thrilled when she seemed just as interested in him, giggling with everything he told her and nodding when they agreed on something. It was like if he knew her for long time ago, the confidence of talking with her about everything made him be comfortable and not know how many hours they spent talking.

But as the night wore on, Charles started to feel a growing sense of anxiety. He didn't know how to ask for her number, or even if he should. What if she wasn't interested? What if she was married, or had a boyfriend? What if the reason she was at the bar was because she was waiting for her partner and the fact that they have been talking for hours gave her problems? He didn't want to ruin the mood of the night, how easy it was talking with her.

Eventually he looked down at his watch, raising his eyebrows surprised.

"Oh God, it's 3:15 am" he gasped, making her chuckle.

"You have to work tomorrow?" she asked softly, resting her chin on the palm of her hand.

"Well, kinda" he sighed. He has to do some online interviews, and even if that was at his home, he has to show up.

"Oh, then... Good night" she nodded.

Both of them got up from their chairs and walked to the door of the bar, but walking on separated ways. That left him with a weird feeling inside his chest, that grew with every step he made while he walked towards his car, growing into frustration and into anger.

Why the hell he didn't ask for her name? Or for her number? Is she from Monaco? Will he ever see her again? He should have asked if she was waiting for someone...

All those thought were running around his mind as he walked over his steps, going the other way to his car and trying to find her on the street.

And when he found her again, he breathed in deeply, closing his eyes and clenched his fists, hoping that he had enough courage to let his voice work.

"Why you didn't ask me my name?" he blurted, feeling the words chocking him.

She turned around with a smile on her lips that reached her eyes, and walked close to him, standing just a meter away.

"Why you didn't ask me mine?" she asked back, biting her lip.

"I'm Charles" he said quickly, looking down at her.

"I'm Cora " she said smiling, looking into his green-ish eyes.

"Give me you number" he asked, somehow anxious. Maybe she has a boyfriend and he's taking a step too big. "I had fun with you and I would love to know more about you"

"Sure" she smiled nodding, relieved that he asked her the only question she wished he asked during that three hours chat. "Give me your phone"

He felt the air leaving his lungs when she smiled while writing the digits of her phone number on his phone. She pressed the call button and after some seconds he gave him the phone back.

"I'll text you when I arrive home" she said and bite her lips, standing on her toes and kissing his cheek softly.

He stood there frozen, looking that blonde woman walked away from him, taking his breath away and with her phone number saved on his phone.

Not long after that, when he was already sitting on his car parked on the garage if his apartment building, he heard a notification on his phone, making the screen shine with a text on it.

Cora: I'm home. Thank you for this amazing night, Charles

His smile grew wide and felt how his lungs had air again, making him sigh happy and satisfied.

Charles: let's do it again. Are you free next Friday?

Days went by and be planned everything for that date, one she surprisingly agreed to have. He made sure his schedule was clear, his car was washed that morning and the restaurant he reserved had that table on the balcony free. On his way to her house he bought her a flower bouquet with a mix of all the flowers she liked, something he remembered when they talked about it not long ago.

It was perfect. He has the control again. But when he saw her opening the front door of her house, he felt the air leaving his lungs again.

She looked absolutely gorgeous, with that dress that hugged her curves and those earrings that hypnotized him before. Her shy smiled made his legs feel like jelly and he had to blink a few times, making sure that what stood in front of him was real.

"You look absolutely beautiful" he said with a breathless smile.

The date was a dream, she is a dream for him. It was like if his angels -Jules, his dad and Anthoine- brought her to him to ease the pain of their absence. And because he thought like that, he needed to keep her on his life, no matter what.

They started to talk more and more. She told her about herself, that she's a musician that works on a music school teaching kids, but her dream is sing on big theaters her favourite operas. He told her who he is, they he's a driver of Ferrari, that he travels a lot and is barely at home.

But she didn't care. For the first time, someone didn't care that he travels a lot all weeks, that he's barely in Monaco.

"You have my number and I have yours" she said smiling, shrugging her shoulders while eating the brownie they shared for dessert. "If you want to talk with me you just can text me. I have time for you"

She has time for him. That's the best thing so.eone told him.

So he did text her. When he landed, when he arrived ti the hotel, when he saw something that reminded him of her. When he ended his first practice to answer her support message, when he told her he got pole position and explained it what that meant. When he was feeling nervous about the race and needed to hear her voice.

They texted and texted, talking about everything and nothing. He liked that,she liked that. Both of them started liking their dynamic, but somehow both craved for that to become more.

She called him to invite him to a recital her students will have next week, asking him to go to support her. He answered quickly and cutted her rambling, knowing that she was nervous becase that was the first time he will get into her world.

"Hey, it's okay" he smiled. "I'll go. Just tell me when and where and I'll be there to be the person that cheers the most, okay?"

And indeed, he showed up there, with a flower bouquet for her and a box with snacks for her students. The moment the kids saw him they gasped, nit understanding why the famous Charles Leclerc walked inside the classroom with flowers for their teacher. Both of them were like the duck mom and the duck dad, him helping her with the organization with the kids, and giving them high fives before and after their performance.

"Thank you" she smiled looking at him, wrapping her arms around his waist while they watched the last kid play a small piano music song. "For coming and helping me"

"Be my girlfriend" he whispered looking at her, feeling that it was the right time to ask her

And like that, with the sweet melody of the piano on the background, she pressed her lips on his on a soft kiss, the first one of many.

They were together, happier than ever. He supported her job and she supported his, making sure to show interest on their projects and helped each other with their problems.

He helped her study something new while he played the piano and she sang next to him, feeling confident enough to show him how was her process of discovering a new song and trying to dominate it.

"I'm sorry if I sound like a chicken being killed" she sighed hitting her head softly with the paper score on her hands. "Sometimes I hate this process"

"Well, then you are the most beautiful dead chicken I've ever seen" Charles smirked, hugging her shoulders and kissing her temple. "Come on, let's repeat it, I started to understand what the score was saying"

She started going to his races six months after they started dating officially, receiving the attention of curious fans that wanted to know who was the girlfriend of the Ferrari driver, the woman that made him smile every time he stood on a podium searching on the crowd for her.

After three years together and knowing that what they had was something serious, they decided to search an apartment for both of them. It started as something to do during their free time, commenting that place and adding small "what if..." to their conversations.

"Let's move in together" he said an afternoon, with his laptop on the desk and her sitting on the couch behind him.

"Hm?" she frowned surprised.

"Let's buy that apartment" he said turning around. "The one you liked. The one where you can see the sea and has a balcony with enough space to put a tableto have breakfast every morning. No more what if"

She smiled and nod, and they immediately started to do a list of what they had and what they needed.

Their love was growing and they needed somewhere were they can share their love. No more taking turns of where to sleep, no more small spaces on the closet to fit the clothes, no more exchange of keys. Now they can share everything.

"I can't believe we did this" she said standing in the middle of their new apartment, holding his hand while watching all the furniture inside boxes and clothes on suitcases.

"Now we can adopt that puppy?" he smirked hugging her.

"Slow down, cowboy" she laughed. "First we should get used to the place"

In fact, a month later they adopted a puppy. A small golden retriever puppy that captured their heart the moment they went to the shelter.

"I can't believe they abandoned this little guy" she mumbled holding their new puppy. "We will protect you, okay buddy? You'll have a lot of friends, yeah?"

"I bet Roscoe and Angie will go crazy to meet him" Charles joked holding the bag with the things the dog needed. "Our Enzo will stole the heart of everyone on the paddock"

It was like if they had a kid, and somehow something started to blossom on their relationship. They loved each other more and more, and even if everyone saw how their relationship changed to something bigger, they never had the rush to take the next step.

He won races, championships. She won competitions and got smalls roles on operas. They bad everything they wanted, yet they never had enough.

But that changed when he had that crash.

It was the race before the summer break, Hungary. Cora was on the hospitality with an already year old Enzo laying on her feet, watching the race in silence. Charles was leading the race, but fighting with Max for the lead. It wasn't hard, he had enough power and speed to keep the gap.

"Come on, love..." she whispered, biting her lip and tapping the table softly.

Everything was going great. He was getting a bigger gap from the RedBull and the next second he was spinning and having a collision with that blue navy car.

"Oh my God!" she gasped just like the rest of the people watching the race.

He was unconscious just like Max, and both of them were sent to the hospital urgently, waking up some hours later. Charles had a hard hit on his head, so he barely remember led what happened.

"Hey, hey, take it slow" Cora whispered standing up quickly, helping him sit and handing him the water.

"What happened?" he frowned looking at her then at his hand, the IV and the small oximeter on his finger. "My head..."

"You gave us a big scare" she smiled weakly sitting at the edge of the bed, holding his hand. "I... I thought I was going to lose you..."

Charles looked at her and felt his heart break. When he woke up he didn't notice the dried tears on her cheeks and how puffy and red were her blue eyes. He was at the edge of dying, just how in many other races, but nearly crossed that line during the race.

Now he remembers how his life flashed in front of his eyes the moment he felt the car out of control, how he heard her laugh and the giggles of kids, how he felt her lips on his cheek and the way she whispered that she loves him every night before falling asleep in his arms.

That crash made him open his eyes, made him realize that it's too late to take a step back and the right moment to take the next step.

"What should we do?" he asked one night, laying on the bed with her between his arms.

"Hm? For your winter break?" she asked back softly, a little sleepy. "I thought we planned going on a trip with my family? I mean, my sister told me you talked with her..."

"No, I don't mean that" he said sitting on the bed, looking down at her. "I mean... Us. We have everything, right? The apartment of our dreams, we have Enzo, our careers are were we wanted them to be..."

"Marry me" she said sitting in front of him.

"What?" he gasped, surprised that she was reading his mind.

"Come on, we are on the 21st century. Girls can ask that too" she chuckled holding his hand. "The thing we should do us get married. I mean... At least that's what I feel that we would do, the next step, you know? And maybe talk about kids and-"

"Yes" he smiled grabbing her hands, stopping her talking. "God, yes! You were reading my mind"

"Wait, really?" she smiled surprised, frowning when she saw him getting out of the bed and walking towards the closet to grab the small red velvet box.

"Really" he nodded kneeling in front of her with one knee. "I have been thinking about it for a while, actually. Since the crash I had in Hungary..."

"Charles..." she smiled looking at the ring.

"No, no. I had everything practiced, the speech and all" he interrupted her, making her laugh with tears in her eyes. "Cora, I know you for four years already and you know how I am. The moment we met was something special that only happens once in my life. I'll never get mad to my friends for leaving me one in that bar because thanks to that I met you and that day became one of my favorites. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to see you on a dress and walk next to your dad towards me, I want you to have my last name and I want our kids to share it too. God, Cora, you are the guardian angel they brought for me"

Cora smiled, cupping his cheek and wiping away his tears. She knows how he's feeling, not having his dad and best friends with him.

"Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" he asked with a breathless chuckle.

"Yes, I will" she smiled holding his hand and pulling him to a tender kiss. "But if someone asks I was the first to ask you to marry me, you just had the luck to have a ring already"

"Deal" he laughed, kissing her again and again.

[underacalicosky]

Old folks questions!!!! 17, 34, 54 please and thank you! 💙

Hello friend! Thank you for the old folks questions!

17. What's a movie you saw recently that you liked?

I watched Inside Out 2 a few weeks ago and really enjoyed it. I liked the way that they framed anxiety and explained how we behave and sometimes overcompensate in anxious situations. We often reference Inside Out (both the first and second movies) when we're talking to the kids about their feelings. It's really helpful for helping them articulate things that are hard to put into words.

34. What's your commute like?

I'm spoiled because I only have to be in the office a couple days of the week, depending on if I have meetings, and the office I go to these days is about a 15 min drive. I can work from home the rest of the week and I'm a lot more productive those days.

54. Do you decorate your house for holidays? Which ones?

Okay, this is probably where I'm not a true old person. I'm terrible at decorating the house except for Christmas. This is partly because I don't have time to decorate for other holidays and (at the moment) don't have much in our budget for decor. We have a fake tree for Christmas that we reuse every year (learned the hard way that cats get sick and have bad poops if they drink tree water) and we'll put up stockings and lights around the house. 🎄

Thanks for the ask! ❤️

[softxsuki]

Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I would love love LOVE a letter from baji. We've been friends since middle school and we became offical when we went to the same University. (He does veterinary medicine and I do art.) I'm 20 and he's 21 (dating for a couple of years at the time of him writting ir) and well... he does call me a variety of pet names depending on his mood (just wanna be call dollface/cutie). TONE: I'm thinking about a hurt to comfort letter where I get hurt/bullied (harassed and peer pressured by bullies and idk how to response bc i thought uni wasn't the place for bullying and high school drama. Guess not 💀) and he saves me but I don't respond bc i feel week and I should have done something instead of waiting for him ro come save me and I just feel undeserving of his love and isolate myself in my dorm (we live in different dorms). Baji not being sure on what to do/not wanting to pressure me (ik he isn't like this but shhh it's for the sake of the letter) write a letter expressing how much he genuinely cares for me and loves me (without it being out of character) and that I'm not alone and I have him. Location: it takes place at uni (so he slips it through underneath the door. After I read it, he comes in and we just cuddle and watch a movie (whilst hes holding me in his strong arms. He stays the night and makes me breakfast, also he "talks" to my bullies so that when I see them again they all run away 🏃 (they want no smoke). Other information: I'm usually the more affectionate one between us and like he reciprocates (was quite shy at first but warmed up to it and how he starts it... it gets a little heated sometimes if he's jealous 😳). I hope I'm not coming off as ooc by saying this (please correct me if I am). I feel like baji is somewhat reserved in public (unless he's jealous) like the most he'll do if give me a kiss or a brief hug (maybe ruffle my hair) but like o can tell he cares. I can't proprrly articulate it but he isn't just a feral troublemaker, he's more than that (acts of service - giving me water, snacks if so I don't get hungry or thirsty/reminding me to like eat and hydrate. Also I can confinde him about anything and he won't judge me for it. Also he doesn't judge me for my autism (actually G checks and fucks up anyone who tries it) and he doesn't care if I'm stimming or pacing around and like it's just really nice to not be seen as weird. Also like he's really attentive like if I'm having a shitty day he wont just not say anything, he'll pick up on it and do his dammest to make it go away. Like giving me advice (amazing if not a bit blunt), or doing what he can. Also I sometimes draw portraits and art of him bc I love him (and my hobby is art) and even if he insists I don't need to. I always make sure to buy him gifts (new cat toys/food, veterinary resources, yskisoba and snacks, etc) bc I want to give back to him.

But yeah that's all there is to it. I hope it isn't too much. Thank you for accepting my request and letting me send this in.

I hope you have a nice day. Ur amazing.

Baji's Comforting Letter to His Girlfriend

This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.

| Pairing: Baji x Fem!Reader | Genre: Comfort, Fluff | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 1.1k|

Warnings: mentions of bullying, reader feels a little insecure

Note: Happy Valentine's Day! Hope you enjoy your letter from Baji :)

Baji feels awkward standing in front of your dorm door, his letter grasped between his fingers. You had run away from him a few days ago after he helped you out upon seeing your classmates harass you. Not knowing what to say after that, he gave you your space, but you still hadn’t reached out to him at all.

Worry filled him after your silence. Were you upset with him for some reason that he didn’t immediately reach out to you? Anxiety bubbled up within him as he stood outside your dorm room. It was Valentine’s Day and while that usually meant just staying indoors and ordering takeout with you like any other date, Baji felt like he had to do something extra for you this year to cheer you up. 

He wasn’t used to expressing his affection for you verbally, especially not in a letter since his handwriting was horrible and he couldn’t spell to save his life, but this is what lots of guys did for their girlfriends, right? Maybe it would help you feel better.

Swallowing his pride and brushing his embarrassment away, he slips the letter under your door and knocks a few times before rushing to hide behind a nearby wall so you wouldn’t see him.

You, busy sulking on your own in your dorm, jump slightly at the sudden knock on your door. You were  embarrassed that you had run away from your boyfriend after he helped you out. Of course you were grateful for his help and having him protect you like that sent butterflies erupting in your stomach, but you had let your classmates' words get to you. You felt undeserving of Baji’s love, how could you possibly deserve his attention when you were just you?

Sighing, you stand from your bed that you were wallowing away on, and approach your door, seeing an envelope in front of it. Curiously, you pick it up and see your name written on it. You look through the peephole of your dorm door but don’t see anyone outside it, opening the door slightly just to make sure no one was there, before closing it again.

You take a seat on your bed again as you open the envelope and begin to read its contents;

Hey Dollface,

Did I scare you off the other day? Or were you embarrassed that I found out you were getting picked on? You know I don’t care about things like that, but I wish you had told me yourself so I could have helped you out sooner. Don’t worry about those idiots, they won’t bother you again, in fact, no one will bother you again, I’ve made it very clear to them that they shouldn’t mess with my girl…

I’m sorry if I upset you for not running after you and giving you space. I should have looked for you and comforted you right away. But just…don’t feel like you’re alone. We’re partners, I want to share the pain you feel and I want to know when someone is bothering you so I can sort it out quickly. I love you too much to see you throw yourself down like that. If anything, I’m the one undeserving of you.

Anyway, it’s Valentine’s Day and I heard guys write stupid letters like these or something, so here it is. I really don’t get it, but if it makes you happy then good. I love you.

From,

You know who, do I really need to say it??

You smile to yourself as you read the letter, it was so like him. Super curt, straight to the point,  and probably took him forever to write out properly since the grammar and spelling were perfect. You read through the letter one more time, your eyes always stopping at his words ‘my girl’. You were his girl, despite how many times you may have thought you didn’t deserve his love, Baji would never pretend to be interested in you, he knew what he wanted, and that was you.

The only thing you’d ever picture him doing is pushing you away if you were ever in danger because of him. But he’d never lead you on and pretend to care for you, so why were you so worried in the first place?

You laugh to yourself and quickly grab your things, wanting to see him as soon as possible. Two days without being in his arms was long enough. You open your dorm door, but you definitely don’t expect to see your handsome man in front of you already. He backs you up into your dorm room and closes the door behind him, his eyes never leaving yours.

You could see his red ears, hinting as his embarrassment from his letter, but he still stood tall, his confidence never leaving. 

“Did you read it?” He asks, a hand coming up to rub your arms.

Baji had never been one to initiate affection with you, but since dating you for a while and getting used to your touchiness, he finds himself reaching out to you first now more often. He loves it.

“Mhm, thank you,” you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. “I loved it, and I love you. Thank you for stepping in the other day for me…and I’m sorry for running off on you like that without a word, I just felt embarrassed.”

He shakes his head and laughs huskily, pulling you into his arms, his chin leaning on your shoulder as he squeezes you tight, “You don’t need to apologize. It’s my job to look out for you, just know that they won’t be bothering you again. They know what’ll happen if they do.”

You hug him back, missing the feeling of having his arms around you

“I’m sure you did. Thank you,” you hum, before a teasing smile graces your lips, “Happy Valentine’s Day. Such a romantic gesture to threaten my ‘bullys’ for me.”

He groans in your neck, guiding you back to your bed where he pushes you back into the mattress, hovering over you, “Yeah yeah, Happy Valentine’s Day. As long as you’re happy.”

And happy you were as he leaned down to pepper kisses all over your face.

Your day of love was spent cuddled up together with a movie playing in the background as Baji later attempts to cook brunch since it was still early on in the day. It wasn’t perfect, but you could care less as long as you got to spend it with him, that’s all that mattered.

Posted: 2/14/2024

[awesomerextyphoon]

In From the Cold

Summary: Bucky comes home with little friend he found on a cold winter night. 

Pairing: Bucky x Black Female Reader 

Rating: 16/Teen

Word Count 1.2K

A/N: Some of the words are in Igbo with translation. Thanks to @mrsmischief209​ for the beta!

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“I hope Bucky gets back soon. The food’s getting cold,” your worried eyes spied the clock as thick flurries of snow blanketed the ground. 

“Don’t worry Mommy!” your daughter, Obioma, reassured you from the dinner table, “Daddy will be back soon! We aren’t being chased by bad men anymore!” 

“I know, I know Oma Nwam (dear),” you murmured as you kissed your daughter’s forehead, “It’s just that I worry.” 

And who could blame you? 

Ever since you met James three years ago, people have been after you. 

It started when you wanted to go to Trader Joe’s for movie snacks. You wanted to reward yourself for a grueling week of work and for picking up your co-workers slack again. The bright red of the store sign graced your skin when you heard a blast. 

The vestiges of HYDRA was looking for their Winter Soldier and they were done being tactful. 

Everything was a flurry of reds, oranges, yellows, and black as people ran for shelter. You almost vomited when you saw a man get sliced in half by falling debris. 

You plummeted to the ground after get the wind knocked out of you by the frantic crowd of panicked civilians. Closing your eyes in defeat, you waited for Death’s sweet embrace. But it never came. Instead, strong arms carried you to safety. 

You were saved by an angel who insists on being called otherwise. Though he did accept your offer to bum off your couch for a few days. 

Soon you realized that the Adonis who saved you was the one and only Bucky Barnes. You giggled at his bashful expression when you called him out on it. Here’s a man who battled against Captain America on equal footing, but couldn’t look you in the eye at a small question. 

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends in between running from HYDRA, Secret US Government Organizations, and assholes who wanted his vibranium arm. 

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The first kiss came as an accident. 

You were watching Lily & Stitch and Bucky was having a moment connecting to Stitch and you to Lilo. 

Bucky turned to you and wondered,“Do you think…I could change? Become a better person?”

You frowned at the tears welling up in his eyes. Here was a man who was nearly abandoned as POW experiment by his nation in during WW2 before being saved by his friend. A man who then was mind raped for nearly TWENTY YEARS until those fucking dobbers got their ‘fist’. A man who was trapped in his own mind for decades committing unspeakable crimes against humanity and the planet for the powers who wanted to ‘guide the people’. A man who never got to say goodbye to his loved ones robbed of nearly every chance to find peace. 

A man who despite everything he’s been through, he still wants do good and protect others. 

“Bucky, you are so much more than what HYDRA made you. You’re my angel,” you declared as you went in to kiss him on the cheek. 

––––

It took about two months of Sam and Nat ribbing both of you for being idiots to start dating. Barely two dates in and Steve caught you making out in the car like a couple of horny teenagers. 

Sam got a picture of it and sent it to Natasha. 

You gave birth to Obioma eight months later. 

A few months after giving birth to your beautiful baby girl, the US Gov’t finally backed off when Nat threatened to dump info on several redacted projects to the public. 

For the first time in nearly a century, Bucky was at peace. 

Then your daughter started walking at five months and talking at seven. Plus she crushed a hard plastic toy in her chubby little hands which caused your anxiety to spike for a bout two seconds before remembering Nat strong-armed the US Gov’t into getting off your backs.

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“Mommy! Mommy!” Obioma exclaimed, running to the front door, “Daddy’s home!” 

“Hello sunshine!”, Bucky picked up his adorable daughter,” How was your day?” 

“I went to Aunty Nat’s place for playtime and to make cookies! Then I went to Uncle Bruce for studying and met his cousin Jennifer!” 

“You met his cousin Jennifer? What was she like?”

“She’s really nice and fun! Plus, she taught me how to get out of taking a quiz!” Obioma jumped out her Nnam’s (dad’s) embrace bouncing up and down with unrestrained glee. 

“What did she say?” 

“She said to get Auntie Nat-“ 

“She said to get Nat to talk to Bruce in a closet.” You interrupted not wanting a repeat of this afternoon. You had a quick sidebar with cousin Jen. 

“Huh.” 

“Hey Daddy, what’s in your jacket?” Obioma stopped jumping long enough to notice the small lump near the top Bucky’s jacket. 

“Well sunshine,” Bucky knelt in front of the toddler,”This little one,” He slowly unzipped his jacket,”was lost and decided to give our family a chance.” 

Bucky unfurled his large hands to reveal,”Is that a snowball, Daddy?” 

“No Oma,” you giggled,”It’s a kitten.” 

You didn’t know what to make of the next few minutes. Your little Oma backed away from Bucky, afraid of hurting the kitten. 

No doubt she’s heard some of the slander peddled by sad, pathetic mothers with way too much time on their hands. 

She took on step out to your husband and the pure white ball of fur terrified of hurting the little ball of fur. 

“It’s okay, Sunshine,”Bucky coaxed with an outstretched hand,”Come and say Hello.” 

Obioma carefully stretched out her chubby little hand to pet the tiny kitty. 

Her eyes widened with joy when the tiny feline crept into her hands. You were able to sneak in a pic for Nat.

“Where did you find her James?”

Bucky pulled the kitten and his Sunshine into his arms,“I was walking home when a heard a ruckus a few blocks away. Turns out some punks ganged up on this little one.” 

“Oh no! Poor Kitty!” Obioma exclaimed with tears threatening to fall from her eyes. 

“I know, sunshine,”Bucky mumbled into her forehead wiping away her tears, “But this little one was so brave! She refused to back down, but she needed a little help. So I walked up to them and they ran off. Then she ran up to my shoulder like a tree, or a mountain.”

“A mountain?” 

“Yes, Sunshine. Poor little kitty was scared. Probably the first time anyone’s helped her.”

“Can she stay with us, Daddy?” 

Bucky flashed you his ‘playful DILF smile’, “I dunno. It’s gonna be a lot of responsibility taking care of her.”

“Pwlease!” Your daughter flashed the Puppy Dog Eyes and Pout guaranteeing her victory. Both of you have a hard time saying no to her as it is. 

“Alright, Oma,” Bucky passed your daughter to you awaiting arms,”What do you want to call our travel little kitty?” 

“Um, Auntie Nat talked about the Awlps at story time. Mommy, what was the word she used?” 

“Alpine, Nwam.” 

“Alpine!” 

“Alpine it is!” Bucky declared before rubbing his nose against Obioma’s.

“Well, now that we have welcomed our newest member to the family, let’s go eat. The food’s getting cold.” 

“Yay!” Obioma ran to the dining room. 

–––

“My kind angel saved a kitty this evening. That deserves a reward,”You whispered leaning to kiss Bucky only for you to jerk your head , “But, you didn’t call and we were so worried.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“I know, I know. I wonder how I’ll reward you?” 

Bucky chuckled and kissed your neck,”I’ll think of something.” 

[queenimmadolla]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬

(jonathan byers x fem!reader)

Summary: Your boyfriend seeks you out in his time of need. You hold onto him for as long as you can.

Warnings: Angst, a little bit of fluff and comfort, implied Jancy.

a/n: My dumbass lost the ask about this request. I had an original character x steve harrington plot, once upon a time, my first ever OC for a fandom and it started off a lot like this, so writing this was very nostalgic. Hurt like hell, though. Anyways, hope the jonathan lovers (other than me) and anyone else who gives this a read likes it. I know he's not one of the more popular ST romantic interests, but he should be.

You hummed along to the song crooning low from your battered radio—the poor thing having taken one too many tumbles from its resting place on your dresser.

  Sometimes you got a little too into it, and lacked special awareness, dance moves too much for your secondhand furniture. 

  The main ceiling light was off, your safe space only lit by a few candles and the lamp on your desk, providing you enough light to complete the essay you were working on. 

  It was peaceful, almost. Ideally, you’d rather be in bed reading a book or watching some movie, maybe catching up on Dynasty but you needed to clear your head—or rather, distract yourself.

  You’d been plagued with a sense of foreboding for the last couple of weeks, and anxiety. It had only intensified in the last couple of days, still, you were determined to push through it. You were being stupid, silly.

  You let out a sigh, dropping your pencil in favor of running a hand over your face. You’d gone right back to thinking about the cause of your silent anguish. Danggit.

  You let yourself stew in silence for a few moments before you forced yourself to pick up your pencil again, ready to move onto your next paragraph when you heard the unmistakable sound of knuckles rapping against the glass of your window.

  Glancing up and over, you found your boyfriend’s face peering down at you. He smiled, sheepish, as he waved.

  You abandoned your homework (it wasn’t due until Friday anyways), hurrying over to the wall to unlock it for him. Your bedroom was in the basement, the house was only a two bedroom, so you’d shared a room with your younger sister until just a few months ago, when your father had finally cleaned it out and done it up for you just before his sudden passing. 

  Jonathan had no problem climbing down through the small, rectangular window, he’d done it a couple of times already—though your mother had no problem allowing him in, not when he made you so happy after the loss.

  “You could just use the front door, you know.” You reminded him, lips pulling into a smile as his nose scrunched up in distaste.

  “Didn’t want to ring the doorbell, I know your mom’s probably exhausted from all the flying.” He shrugged off his jacket, resting it over the washer (hey—it might have been a spacious room but it was still the basement).

  Your heart warmed, pleased with the fact he’d remembered your brief mentioning of her return home that morning while he’d walked you to your algebra class. She was a flight attendant, taking on more flights to support you and your sister now that your dad was gone. You rarely saw her anymore.

  “She’s got her earplugs in.” 

  “Did she have to pay twenty dollars for those or does she get them for free?”

  You laughed, shoving at his shoulder. Jonathan chuckled, giving you a playful push before he dragged you back to him, holding you against him as he swayed you and pressed his lips to your crown.

  Your eyes fluttered shut, soaking up his affection like a peace lily deprived of the sun.

  Then he let himself fall back onto your bed, taking him with you as you squealed. 

  “Jonathan!”

  He shushed you, hand on the back of your head to press your face into his chest, “Your mom is asleep, Moody!”

  You groaned at the use of the nickname you’d never be able to escape. You’d swallowed a mood ring on a dare in elementary school and threw it up, along with your breakfast, during recess when you’d grown anxious, believing a doctor would have to cut your stomach open to fish it out. 

  The mean kids had used the name to taunt you, but when a shy little boy with shaggy hair used it to call you over and ask if you wanted to take turns pushing each other on the swing, you’d decided it wasn’t all that bad. Not even a little. He also never took a turn on the swings, pushing you the entire time.

  That hadn’t been the beginning of your love story, while you’d play with Jonathan—always running to him whenever he called and even when he didn’t—your crush on him prevented you from developing a real friendship with him, too shy whenever he’d acknowledge your existence. It was a Peppermint Patty and Charlie Brown kind of thing until high school.

  You’d always been pretty, always been likable and nice—to those who deserved it—and your popularity in high school was a result of those traits. You’d been pursued by boys since middle school, but you were too focused on your pursuit of one boy in particular to pay them any mind.

  Your love story finally started just after freshman year had ended. Jonathan was going around, taking photos of the messy hallways filled with celebration. You’d clocked the moment his camera was on you and gave the lens, and the boy behind it, a brilliant grin.

  The picture was clipped to the visor in his car with a copy resting, framed, on his bedside table

  You let out a small puff of breath, eyes closing once more as the anxiety faded from you. Jonathan was your flame, always driving away the cold.

  The two of you laid there on your bed in comfortable silence, his hand stroking over your hair. You’d almost been lulled to sleep until you registered the change in the silence. It was anxious again, but it wasn’t you.

  You moved your head to stare up at him, chin resting on his chest.

  He wasn’t looking at you, gaze focused on your ceiling with an emotionless expression. You knew what he was thinking about.

  “We should hang up more flyers,” You commented, mind filling with thoughts and memories of the little boy who often accompanied you on dates with your boyfriend and for whom you often babysat before you were even able to call Jonathan yours. Despite his young age, you considered Will a friend (felt a little wrong to call him your little brother seeing as how you were sleeping with his older brother). You loved him and you missed him, having been plagued with worry since his disappearance. 

  You’d searched the woods with Joyce, Jonathan and your sister day after day until your group finally had to admit Will wasn’t in the woods. You’d also helped plaster his missing posters all over town, putting them back up when some asshole tore them down (you hadn’t told Jonathan about that).

  Jonathan hummed, unblinking and you wiggled further up his body, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck as you pressed a few gentle kisses there. You could feel the tension leaving him.

  “Do you think he’s still alive?” He finally asked, voice a whisper even for your soft spoken boyfriend and laced with fear.

  You moved onto your forearm, shifting your weight to your side as you used your free hand to grasp his chin, turning his head to look at you. 

  There was a wet shine to his pretty brown eyes, one you knew he rarely allowed himself to show.

  You thought of your sister upstairs, older than Will but still  younger than you. If anything happened to her, you wouldn’t know how to go on with that missing space in your life. You could barely do it with the space your dad had previously occupied being empty.

  You knew Will, though. Maybe not as well as his brother, but you had a special bond with him, your friendship pure and full of trust. He’d comforted you on the nights you were babysitting him and your feelings for Jonathan became too much for you, always reassuring you that his brother was the greatest but severely stupid if he couldn’t see how much you cared about him and ask you out. You’d laugh, make him popcorn and let him watch a scary movie to apologize for being a teenage girl around him.

  He told you his secrets, too.

  Yeah, your bond with Will Byers was strong, unbreakable even. And you knew he was alive. You didn’t know how, you just knew.

  “Without a doubt. Will is gonna come home. He is, and we’ll all cry and hug and never let him out of our sights again, but he’s coming home.”

  You watched his face give in, crumbling as the tears finally trailed down the sides of his face, disappearing into his sideburns.

  It was your turn to hold him. You pulled him to you and he went willingly, burying his face in your chest as he quietly sobbed, shoulders shaking. 

  You carded your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead, willing away your own hurt so you could help him through his.

  “He might not be here right now, but Will isn’t gone. You haven’t lost him, Shutterbug.” You promised, squeezing him so he didn’t feel like he was falling apart.

  All your previous worries were gone, fear of Jonathan’s seemingly growing friendship and secret rendezvous—he hasn’t told you about but you know of—with Nancy Wheeler forgotten, trivial compared to the matter at hand. He’s in your bed, came to you for comfort and you got to hold him. She’s got a boyfriend, one who isn’t yours. The foreboding can take a seat in the back of your mind because you wouldn’t pay it anymore attention.

  You were right, Will did come home. You didn’t know the whole story, not buying the one fed to you but you didn’t push it, happy and relieved your little friend was back home safe.

  And you were right about the other thing, the foreboding. By the next fall, you weren’t able to hold Jonathan anymore. 

  And he stopped being yours.

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Family Pride.

Jennifer Jareau X Transgender!Reader

Jennifer Jareau X child!Reader!

A/N: Hi. So I wrote this to fix my own heart a few weeks back and finally just finished editing it. I personally really like this one, not just because it fixed my issues for a little bit. My writing skills still need work but I really like this storyline. I don’t think there is enough fics out there with Will in them, so I hope I did this justice 😊 To anyone who is going through a hard time coming out to their family or their family is non supportive or worse than please know you are loved! There are people out there who will support you, it may take awhile to find them sometimes but they are there. And if not I am, even if I don’t know you, please know I will always be in your corner. Love you all, please look after yourself and if you need to never be afraid to reach out to the support system in place around you or the healthlines in your country, please. Love y’alls.

Summary: Transgender Reader (FTM) coming out to their parents JJ and Will.

Warnings: Fluff, some Angst, Homophobia, transphobia, swearing, crying, anxiety, self harm briefly mentioned (just scratching) If I have missed anything let me know, thank you. 

Words: 4.5k

Your Mum was meant to be home an hour ago, you had already gotten the boys ready for bed. Now your two little brothers are laying on the couch together, watching ‘Finding Nemo’.  The only movie that both the boys could agree on tonight. While those two are happily watching the movie, you clean up the dishes from the dinner.

Cleaning up the house so your Mum doesn’t have to deal with it when she gets home from work. Knowing she's had such a long week. Will had helped clean the kitchen before dinner, before he had to head off for the night shift. So there wasn’t too much for you to do, you’re thankful for that.  Once the kitchen is clean once more, you join your brothers in the living room for the movie. Laying on your beanbag in the corner, being able to play on your phone while you can still keep an eye on the boys and the movie. Sighing softly as you look down at your Mum's latest text. She had let you know that she was running late and had asked you to put the boys to bed and that she will be home before you guys wake up in the morning. 

~~~

It wasn’t unusual for you to look after your brothers on nights like this. But it doesn't mean that it doesn’t sucked sometimes. Your parents run a busy life and sometimes you don’t always have time to speed time with them. Being 17 you hold a lot of responsibility not just at home but at school as well. You're in your last year of high school and school isn't exactly your thing, so having to decide what to do for university is difficult. Especially when you're surrounded by intelligent and successful people, giving yourself high expectations. 

~~~

Your brothers are a lot younger than you, Henry is now 9 years old while Micheal is turning 4 in a couple weeks. You were 7 years old when your Mum introduced you to Will. They had been dating for almost a year when she had finally introduced him to you. Your father has never been in the picture, he took off after finding out your Mum was pregnant. But your Mum has always been strong, and she knew she could raise you alone if she had to. She was 21 when she gave birth to you and never has had any regrets being a young single mother, raising you all alone. She still got into the FBI and the team soon became your family. On some days she had to bring you to the office and on those days, the team was over the moon to get to know JJ and you better. 

~~~

When Will entered your life, you were worried at first. Not used to having someone step in as a father figure. But you never had to be, he never rushed into that position. He never acted like a father, he allowed you to take your time warming up to him. Never forced you to call him dad, never made you feel like he was trying to steal your Mum from you. When your Mum became pregnant with Henry, you grew quiet from them for a little bit. Your Mum tried to get you to know that this was a good thing, but it never sunk in. Not until Will talked to you, told you that no matter what happened that he would never leave you or your sibling. That he would stick around and that he would love you, even if things went south with your Mum. It was the first heart to heart you had with him. He held you as your little kid heart cried, telling him you were scared he would leave. He never did and you now know, he never will, no matter how bad a situation get. 

~~~

You remember how nervous you were when you told your parents that you’re pansexual and that you wanted them to meet your girlfriend. You had sat them both on the couch while the boys were upstairs having a nap. Your leg couldn't stop bouncing, which has always been your biggest sign of anxiousness. Your Mum had placed a hand on your leg and told you that it was okay no matter what you had to tell them. Will just smile softly at you and take your hand.

“Darling, what's going on, in that mind of yours?” That soft loving smile of his, made you break open and tell them. You knew deep down that they would be okay with it, but you were still a little nervous. You didn’t want them to disown you, like some of your friends have gone through.

Turns out you had nothing to worry about, they accepted you with open arms and told you they were so proud of you for coming out. Will told you that he will still be threatening anyone you bring home that no one is allowed to hurt his sweet child. You and your Mum laughed at him, knowing he of course, would do that. They met your girlfriend that night and welcomed her with open arms.

~~~

Now here you are, not even three years later. Waiting for your Mum to get back so you can come out once more. You know your parents would never judge you for your sexuality, but being transgender. That's where you don’t know where Will stands on that issue. You don’t want to disappoint them, they already have two sons, do they really want another one? Your Mum has alway said how much she loved having an older daughter, having at least one girl out of the boys. Why would your parents want a family fill of boys, would it be too much. You were so nervous that they would be so disappointed in you. It's not like you can help who you are, you have known for a while who you truly are. You have only come out to a small handful of your friends. Even then, not all of them accepted you. Your girlfriend broke up with you. Calling you a freak and all sorts of names and refusing to ever speak to you again, after that day. Your best friend of 7 years, said they would support you then avoid you from that day onwards. But your other two friends who you hadn’t know for that long said fuck em, and they were your support system. They respect and support every decision you ever make. They are real friends, it doesn't matter how much time you have known each other for. 

~~~

Once the movie is ending, Micheal has already fallen asleep on the couch while Henry is half asleep, struggling to stay awake. Smiling softly as you get up, picking Micheal up gently. Carrying him to his bedroom, placing him in his bed, being careful not to wake him. You're happy the boys had listened to you earlier and had gotten ready for bed before the movie had started. Making sure that his teddy is beside him, for him to grab during the night. You smile softly, leaving your brother to get his rest. Walking back down to get your other brother to his bed. Luckily you don’t have to carry this one as you see him sitting up on the couch rubbing his eyes sleepy. 

“Hey kiddo, come on let's get you to bed” Smiling softly at your little brother. Who groans softly as he gets up grabbing his blanket as he walks over to you.

“Where's Mummy?” He mumbles tiredly. Leaning into you as you lead him to his bedroom.

“She's stuck at work buddy, but she will be back before we wake up” Smiling sadly as you help him into bed. Turning on his little rocket ship nightlight, that he just can not sleep without.

“M’kay, goodnight sis, I love you” Henry whispers as he closes his eyes. Cuddling into his blanket as he falls asleep.

“I love you to Bro” Kissing his forehead softly as you walk out. A gross feeling filling your stomach being the reaction of the word sis. 

~~~

You go back and lay on the couch, sighing tiredly as you pick up the tv remote. Putting netflix on, flicking through to find a movie to watch. Settling on a horror movie for the night, one of your favourites. Playing on your phone as you let the movie become background noise, turning it down so it doesn’t wake your brothers. Sending your Mum a quick text.

Hey Mum, both the boys are asleep and your dinners in the fridge if you are hungry when you get home. Love you xx

It takes a few minutes but she does text back, rather quickly for how busy you imagine she is.

Thank you Angel, tonight is slowing down so I should be home in a couple hours. Don’t stay up to late tonight my sweet girl Love you xx

Smiling softly knowing that if the night is slowly down that means she won’t be in any danger tonight. Making your heart slow down knowing she is safe for now. Your eyes can’t help but focus on the word girl. The taunt, the sick feeling in your gut. The fear and knowledge that maybe that's all you will ever be. No stop thinking that, you tell yourself. That is not true, you will never think that about others so that's not true about yourself. Taking a deep breath as you repeat these words. You know it's okay to be transgender, that it's okay to be anything. To be a part of the LGBTQIA Plus community but sometimes, negative thoughts can still invade you. 

~~~

You have decided that you are going to stay awake tonight, stay up until your mum finally gets home. A couple hours isn't much, you can enjoy your favourite horror movie in the meantime. Grabbing your blanket that's on the edge of the couch as you place your phone down. Relaxing into the couch as you do your best to distract your brain from coming out. Slowly you start to fall asleep as the movie starts to end, feeling exhausted from the week. 

~~~

You slowly wake up hearing the front door close, hearing someone walking in quietly. Making their way into the living room where you are. You sleepily pull yourself up into a sitting position, your eyes blinking a lot trying to get used to the light in the room. The light coming from the windows, the sun starting to come up for the start of the day.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?’ Your Mum asks softly, from behind you. Coming to move over to you.

“Was waiting for you” Mumbling out sleepy, smiling softly at her.

“Oh I'm sorry, I got stuck at work my love” She sighs sadly, looking at you guilty. She knows you like to know that she's safe at night time, that you like to have some Mother and daughter time. 

“It's okay, how was work?” You smile tiredly at her, yawning softly.

“It was alright we got the unsub so now I have the weekend off to spend it with my babies” She smiles lovingly at you. “So why don’t you go to bed and get a couple more hours of sleep and then later on we can have some time together okay” JJ smiles at you holding out a hand for you.

“I uh” Gulping as you glance at her hand, you stayed up so you would have time alone to talk. You know it's now or never. “I wanted to talk to you about something” Your words come out quietly, weakly.

JJ eyebrows narrow at your body langues, the anxiety is written across your body making her frown.

“What is sweet girl, you can tell me anything” JJ sits beside you, worrying as she watches you. Your leg is bouncing with nerves, taking a deep breath as you feel your heartbeat starting to speed up, glancing quickly at your Mum. The worry evident on her face, her hand is quick to capture yours as it starts to scratch at your arm, one of your really bad habits you do. 

“Babygirl, come on, I'm right here, whatever it is, it will be okay” 

~~~

“Please don’t call me that” Your voice is shaking when you finally find your voice again. Trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself. That confuses JJ, you have always been her babygirl why of, all of a sudden do you not like this. JJ squeezes your hand softly, nodding.

“Okay I’m sorry, I won’t call you that again I know some people don’t like being referred to as a baby, sweetheart but—”

“It's not the baby part” You interrupted her. Taking another deep breath staring at the floor, trying to ground yourself. “It's the girl bit, it's..” Looking up at her, feeling vulnerable and scared. “Mum I’m not a girl, I’m transgender” Gulping thickly as you stare into her eyes, your heart pounding against your chest, feeling like it's about to explode at any second. JJ stays quiet for a few seconds, processing what she has just heard. Before she smiles widely with relief, gripping your hand tightly.

“Oh thank god, I thought you were going to tell me something bad or that you were pregnant or something, which is completely fine if you were I would support you if you were but thank god, your not because there is enough kids under this house right now” JJ words tumble out of her mouth quickly, smiling happily with relief. Her reaction makes your eyes widen in confusement, you were expecting a different reaction than that.

~~~

“W wait what?” Is all you get out. Staring at her in surprise, while your leg stops bouncing as your heart beat slows down to a normalish speed. Your Mum just smiles lovingly at you.

“I'm sorry, that wasn’t the best reaction huh” JJ laughs softly. Wrapping her arm around your shoulder pulling you into her, sensing you needed a hug. Knowing physical touch can help ground you when your anxiety is high. You lean your head into her shoulder, nodding.

“I..yeah not exactly.. But you're okay with it, right?”  Whispering quietly, still feeling on edge. 

“Of course I am sweetheart” JJ smiles, then it slowly drops. “Wait, is it okay if I call you that, and also what are your pronouns?”

“I'm okay with you calling me sweetheart, but only you” Smiling softly. Joy fills your heart as your Mum accepts you, snuggling closer into her for comfort which she happily accepts. “I would prefer more masculine or even gender neutral terms, and my pronouns are He/they” Smiling softly as you let the words float out of you easily. 

“Okay and would you prefer I refer to you as my child or son” JJ runs her hand through your hair. Smiling gently, enjoying the way you crawl up in her arms, knowing you feel safe that way.

“I'm okay with either one” 

“Okay and did you want to change your name, I know some trans people feel more comfortable doing so” JJ whisper softly. Feeling you relax and become more sleepy in her arms.

“I want to and I have a list of some ideas but I’m unsure of what to pick” You admit sleepy, closing your eyes. Allowing the exhaustion due to the anxiety you had early, take over your body. 

“Well if you like I’m happy to help you decide because I do not want you stuck with such a  basic name” JJ jokes softly. Kissing your head softly knowing you're close to drifting off to sleep.

“I would like yours and Dad help to decide. I still need to tell him, later today” Your shoulder tenses up a little. Your eyes open a little looking up at your Mum meeting her eyes, nervous again.

~~~

“I.. Is Will going to be okay with this?” Your voice shrinks again, looking afraid. Scared to push him away.

“Honey, Will loves you and he is going to accept you for who you are okay, he won’t have a problem with it” JJ reassures you gently, rubbing your shoulders softly. 

“Okay.. I was just so nervous that you guys…” You let your voice trail off, glancing down not wanting to finish that thought.

“That we what, love?” Your Mum ask worriedly, that she may have made you think that at anypoint that they wouldn’t accept you for anything.

“I.. I was worried you guys wouldn’t want me because I was a boy… that you guys thought you already had enough sons” You admit your fear, gulping as you glance up at your Mum. Watching as her face falls, the pain in her eyes. 

“Oh my love, that is never true okay” She softly moves your hair out of your face, cupping your face gently as your eyes fill with tears. 

“I I know but.. But my brain kept telling me different things. It's hard to not believe it sometimes Mum I’m sorry” You let a soft cry, a couple tears slide down.

“Oh honey.. No, don't apologise, it's okay, we can all get stuck inside our own minds some days but we just can’t allow it to consume us, okay my love?” JJ speaks softly. Her voice is full of care and love.

“I know.. I won’t let it” You smile weakly at her, relaxing back into her. 

“Good, and about you thinking that I wouldn’t want you, because you're a boy” She can't help but scoff a little. “I do not care what form you come in, I will always love you, because you are you and you are my little child, nothing that you identify with, will change your personality and that's the most important thing ever, am I clear” She speaks firmly, her hand moves off your chin coming to rest in your lap.

“Yes Mum, I understand” Smiling lightly nodding, your heart warming up as her words set in. “I love you so much Mum”

“I love you too, my child” She kisses your forehead softly. Wrapping both her arms around you, holding you closely. 

~~~

You two lay there in each other arms for a few minutes, giving you time to calm down and some overdue mother and child time. You're not sure how long you two are laying there for, but soon the front door opens, indicating that Will is now home. You go to sit up a little, your heart starts racing, getting nervous again. You don’t get to move far because your Mum's grip around you tightens, pulling you closer into her. Will walks in, placing his bags down on the table quietly, doing his best to not wake the house, believing everyone is asleep. That is before he walks into the living room and goes to walk past the couch, not noticing his two people laying there. 

“Well good morning handsome” JJ speaks softly, breaking the silence. Making Will jump backwards gasping loudly.

“Holy jesus, Jennifer!” Will yelps turning around to look at the couch. Where you and JJ are laughing silently, doing your best to not wake up the boys. 

“That is not funny, you two” He laughs softly as he walks over. Coming to sit opposite you two, sitting down on the coffee table lightly. 

“Oh no it was hilarious, I mean you should have seen your face dad” Laughing quietly as you look up at him. 

“Alright alright it's too early for you to be teasing me” Will laughs shaking his head. “What are you both doing awake, you should still be in bed, and you should be in bed asleep after staying at work so late” Will looks at you both pointedly.

“Oh we were just talking” JJ smiles, slowly pulling herself away from you, placing one final kiss on your forehead before she gets up. Standing up to give her husband a hug and a quick peek on the lips. 

“Ew gross, it's too early for that” You groan as you watch them, which makes them both laugh softly. 

~~~

“Okay, I am going to go make breakfast because the boys will be up soon, in the meantime you two, talk” JJ smiles softly, giving you a soft encouraging look before she walks out quickly. Will looks at JJ as she walks out then at you confused.

“Talk? Is something wrong?” Will ask concerned and confused as you refuse to meet his eyes.

“Maybe, I mean no but possibly but I just.. I guess it just depends” Gulping thickly as you feel your arms start to shake again. 

“Hey, whatever it is, I'm right here, I'm never going to leave, remember?” Will smiles softly. Trying to remind you of the convince you two had many years ago, where he promised you he would never leave you. 

“I know” Smiling weakly, feeling your mouth tremble a little, still unable to meet his eyes, staring at the floor. Soon you feel the couch beside you dip, his hand coming to rest on your knee. 

“Darling, talk to me?” Will takes a deep breath before he continues. “Look, if your pregnant, we can deal with that as a family” 

You finally look up at him, meeting his concern looks. Knowing his heart is in the right palace but you can’t help but laugh at him.

“Dad, I’m not pregnant” Laughing weakly as you calm down. Smiling as you start to relax, knowing that it's finally time.

“O oh” He laughs, the worry falling off his face. “That is good, because as much as we would support you, I am over hearing babies cry” 

“So am I” Nodding in agreement.

~~~

“Okay then darling, so what is it?” Will watches you, cornered again.

“I.. Dad Im transgender” Gulping thickly as you look at him. Your heart is pounding, fearing for a bad reaction. You should have known better though, because instead, you got the biggest smile from him instead.

“That's great darling, thank you for telling me” He smiles proudly, as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. You happily lean into him, feeling at ease at his touch.

“You're okay with it?” Asking quietly, just to reassure yourself, feeling loved with his response.

“Of course I am, you're still my kid no matter what” He chuckles softly, kissing your head. “So what are your pronouns and is there anything I should know? I'm not great at knowing all of these things but I will do my best but you will need to help me darling” He smiles happily at you as he speaks, enjoying the way you relax in his arms. Feeling comfortable enough to tell him about this important part of you. 

“That's alright I can help you the best I can” Humming softly, as you glance at the kitchen hearing your Mum making some noise. “Also my pronouns are He/They and I would prefer more masculine or even gender neutral terms, but I'm okay with you referring to me as darling, but only you though. I also want to be referred to as, your son or child is okay as well” Speaking with confidence, grinning happily as you finally get to say it out loud in the presence of your parents. 

“That is great, I might slip up a few times just correct me” Will smiles at you, his heart throbbing as he watches you proudly. 

~~~

“I also want to change my name but I was um, hoping to get you and Mum's opinions on it as well” You look up, as you hear your Mum walk in. 

“Well Darling, I think we can help you out with that”

“That we can, do you want to do it?” JJ smiles as she walks over to you two. 

“Please that would be great, hang on I have them written down somewhere” Grinning happily as you get up, running off to your room, returning quickly holding a piece of paper that's half crumpled up. The list of names on it isnt to long, and  few of the ones you love the most are highlighted. You settle back on the couch, in between your parents, who were talking under their breath so you wouldn’t notice. 

“Okay so this is my list what do you think” Grinning excitedly at them as you hold out the list.

“I think you need to learn how to keep things tidy, so they don’t get crumpled,” JJ shakes her head as she looks through the list.

“Yeah yeah Mum I know” Rolling your eyes as you watch your parents look through the list.

“Okay that one is my favourite” Will smiles pointing at the one scribbled on the side, that is highlighted.

“Hey that was my pick” JJ grumbles annoyedly, making you both laugh.

“That is also my absolute favourite one too” Grinning happily. 

“So that settles it then” Will nudges you lightly.

~~~

“It does indeed, my name is now, (Y/n) Roslyn Jareau LaMontagne” Smiling as you glance up at Will, who has the biggest grin on his face. 

“You want my last name as well?” 

“Well I mean you are my dad so it makes sense, plus my brothers have your name so why can’t I?” Shrugging your shoulder as you glance up at your Mum. “That's okay, right?” 

“Of course it is sweetheart, my sons all got to have the same last name” Her smile grows bigger, when she catches her husband's eyes, which now have tears in them. The last time she saw him like this it was just after the first time you called him dad. JJ’s surprised he didn’t burst into tears in that moment, or even in this moment either. She leans over to squeeze his hand softly.

“We can do that later this month, go to the court to get your name changed and everything, we can make a day of it” JJ smiles, pulling you closer into her. 

~~~

“I would like that” You yawn softly, the exhausted finally catching up to you. 

“Okay I think you need to go to bed after breakfast okay, then later this afternoon we can go shopping if you like, get you some new clothes and anything else you might need?” JJ offers, slowly getting up holding her hand out for you which you happily take.

“Can I get a haircut too?” Smiling, feeling hopeful. 

“Sure can” Will smile, leading you guys to the kitchen, only for you three to be intrepid by two little boys running in.

“Mummy!” Micheal yells happily running over to her jumping into her arms, Henry goes straight to Will for his morning hug. Making you laugh as you move the waffles your Mum made over to the table for everyone to enjoy. 

~~~

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Chris or whoever of his characters makes his GF's birthday special because it hasn't been in a long time

Best Birthday Ever

A/N: A couple of things, Firstly, Chris, if you're reading this, this is my dream birthday. Secondly, rewatching glee so shameless plug for what I think is the best cover ever. Thirdly, the dress. OMG. Actually why am I spoiling this, read the story you're going to love it. That's all. TY 💕

The anxiety swirled in your stomach when a glorious bouquet of flowers arrived at your desk. You sighed opening the card already knowing who it was from.

1 day till the big day, get excited. Xo Chris

The big day in question was your birthday. You learnt long ago to not get excited about your birthday. Yeah you’ll get a gift from your mom, a card from your grandma and a bunch of flowers from your bestie and maybe if you’re lucky a few Happy Birthday texts from some friends but ever since your 21st birthday in which only 10 people showed up out of the 30 you invited all feigning excuses of being away, sick or celebrating some distant aunts wedding anniversary you have since tried to avoid making a big deal of the day all together. You found it best to just save yourself the embarrassment. 

Chris, on the other hand, had been buying a gift every day from the 1st of this month leading up to it. Chocolates, flowers, making special dinners, little, small gifts like jewellery, perfume, plants or quirky knick knacks for your desk. In his opinion, one day wasn’t enough for you and you need to celebrate the whole month. 

While you appreciated the gesture and enjoyed the curious enquiry with a subtle envy from the girls in your office about the beautiful bouquet. You really just wanted to snuggle on the couch with Dodger, watching a movie, maybe even get super crazy and crack open a pint of Ben & Jerry’s… birthday cake flavour of course. Besides, all your besties from college were scattered around the world and your family a good 12-hour flight away. 

You arrived home, throwing your keys in the bowl and shrugging off your coat. 

“Honey, that you?” Chris came bounding down the stairs, Dodger in tow. 

“Hey baby… did you get my surprise.” 

“I did thank you they were beautiful.” Closing the space between you, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“I want to skip my birthday.” You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest. 

“Oh, come on baby, you’re not that old. Look at me! I found 10 more greys in my beard. 10! That’s 10 more since last week.”

You chuckled rubbing his beard into your hands.

“It’s not about getting old. It’s just the day itself is never that good for me.”

“Well, I’m going to change that.”

“Oh really?” You questioned him.

“Yeah really, tomorrow night we are going out.”

“Argh do I have to? Can’t we just stay in and watch that new Netflix movie.”

“No arguments. Please, you have to trust me on this.”  

“Ok, fine, I trust you.”

You wake up, to the soft singing of Happy Birthday, opening your eyes, there was your gorgeous boyfriend, in nothing but his boxers, holding a singular cupcake and lit candle in his hand in the doorway. You sat up as he walked towards you shielding the flame with his other hand. Dodger jumped on the bed, smothering you with kisses.

“Happy Birthday to you…” Chris finished his serenade.

“Make a wish beautiful.” You blew out the candle

You wished for the best birthday ever. 

He leaned down, grabbing your cheek, pulling you into a long, passionate kiss. 

Placing the cupcake on your bedside table.

“And now for the best part… Birthday sex.” He beamed. You couldn’t contain your giggles as he tackled you back down into the sheets. 

Your workday went by breezy with more cake, more Happy Birthday singing and more jokes about getting older but not wiser, 

That was until you got a string of calls:

The first from your mom saying she was sorry she couldn’t be there, but she’d bring your gift next time she sees you. 

Then from your best friend, who understandably, couldn’t go halfway around the world for a singular day but you should expect a package at your door. 

Then a group call from your college girlfriends who were either working or caught up with the kids but who had all pitched in to get you a voucher to your favourite restaurant and wanted to make sure you had a drink on them.

And finally, texts from your siblings and cousins, with Happy Birthdays and Love you’s but no promises to visit anytime soon. Ya know life is crazy busy etc. 

It was fine. Totally fine. You still had tonight with Chris. This thought didn’t stop you from shedding a few tears on the toilet at work. Why would you even assume that anyone in your life cared that much to travel to see you just for an irrelevant birthday. You were delusional. But after tonight the day was over and you didn’t have to go through this again for another year. 

At least they remembered, I guess. You sighed, wiping your eyes with toilet paper. 

You got home and continued your same routine, keys in bowl, coat on rack. But no Chris and just Dodger sitting at your feet.

“Where’s daddy Dodge?” The pup crocked his head in confusion, letting out a little whine.

Great. Not here. And not even a text. You figured he had a sudden work thing pop up and would be back shortly. 

You went upstairs to your bedroom, hoping to lie down before you had to get ready. When you noticed the large box on your bed with a card on top, addressed to you, naturally, it was your birthday after all and any box with a bow on your birthday is instantly yours.

You opened the letter, immediately noticing Chris’s handwriting. 

  Y/N, 

  Put this on. Car is arriving out the front at 7. Be ready by then. I had to pop out to run errands and will meet you at the restaurant. Love you, Chris. 

You thought it was sweet he got you a car, but you were a little disappointed he couldn’t take you there. Your disappointment quickly disappeared though when you saw the dress in the box. 

You gasped at the sight of the shiny dress with feathers on the hem. Holding it up, you didn’t even want to guess how much it cost, not to mention the matching bag and shoes that came with it in the box.

Excited to put on the opulent garment you jumped in the shower, taking your time getting ready knowing you had 2 hours, you blow dried your hair and used all your best makeup products. Finally, you slipped on the dress.

“OMG it has POCKETS!” You admired yourself in the mirror, repeating the action of slipping your hands in and out.

The tightness of the dress engulfed your curves, showing a decent amount of cleavage and the noticeable bump of your ass.

Chris definitely chose this dress.

You got a text on your phone telling you the car was out front, so you grabbed your bag, gave Dodger a kiss and made your way outside. 

The driver stood outside the black Mercedes. 

‘Happy Birthday ma’am.” He tipped his hat as he opened the passenger door, holding your hand as you scooted in carefully. “Thank you.” You smiled at him.

Champagne. Thank God. You gulped down the glass as you sat in anticipation of what Chris had planned. 

Finally, you arrived at the fancy bistro, making your way inside, the whole place was empty which was unusual for the Michelin star restaurant, on a Friday night none the less.

There he was. Sitting at a table right in the middle of the room. He looked drool worthy in his smart outfit, his khaki shirt slightly unbuttoned revealing his gold chain and a peak of his tattoos.

He finally looked up and caught your eye, jumping from his seat and straightening his tie, holding out his arms for you.

“There she is!”

He pulled your hand and spun you around, getting a full 360 of the dress.

“God, it looks even better on you.”

“I love it so much, thank you it’s the best gift ever” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“That’s not your surprise but I’m glad you like it.” 

  What else could this man have possibly install for you?

The waiter immediately brought out your starter. You sat and ate, devouring all your favourite foods cooked to perfection, platter by platter. 

Chris looked at his watch 8:32. 

“Shit we are late, come on, get up.” 

“What are you talking about, we haven’t even had dessert yet!”

Chris fumbled with his words “I’ve got something different planned for dessert come on.” He coaxed you out of your seat. You made your way towards the door you came through, Chris pulled on your arm back.

“No, we aren’t going that way, over here.”

Walking towards the back of the restaurant, Chris lead you towards an inconspicuous black exit door. 

“Chris we can’t go through here!”

“You wanna bet?” He said as he opened the door, revealing the best thing you have ever seen.

The door opened to a beautiful courtyard, covered in fairy lights. 

  In it stood:

  Your mom, 

  Your dad, 

  Your siblings,

  Your cousins, 

  Aunties, uncles, grandparents,

  Your whole friendship group from college with their significant others and kids. 

All of you and Chris's mutual friends.

  Heck, even your work friends. 

  And of course, 

  your best friend.

  All in one place, for you. 

“SURPRISE!”  They all shouted at you. 

You almost bowled over in shock but not before your bestie ran up and engulfed you in a hug.

“But you all said… I thought… with the travel… and the cost of plane tickets…and… you-“

“Chris flew us all over here, sorted everything down to accommodation, travel, babysitting, food even drinks!” She beamed, shaking a cocktail in her hand.  

“You did all this?” You turned around to your boyfriend, standing sheepishly, his hands behind his back.

“Yeah, it took a bit of rearranging and months of planning but yeah I did.” He smiled

You practically jumped on him, unable to wrap your legs around his waist due to the dress. He lifted you off the ground, hugging you back.

  “Thank you.” You whispered in his neck. 

  “Nothing’s too much for you babe.”

  “Best. Birthday. Ever. And it’s all thanks to you.”

“There’s one more thing.” He gestured to his right; a choir had formed into positions all dressed in black. 

And then they started to sing. 

Your favourite Glee cover. Sung by a professional choir. No fucking way. Tears started to well in your eyes from joy as you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist. You looked up at the beaming man who leaned close to your ear.

“Told ya to trust me.”

You spent the night, catching up with friends you hadn’t seen in months, drinking from bottles of expensive French champagne, dancing like crazy and telling Chris a billion times over how much you loved him. 

Your birthday extended all the way to 5am in the morning and you wondered how he was going to top this next year… 

[blue-disco-lights]

Fandom Tag Game

This was really fun to think & reminisce about! Thank you @lupeloto for putting this together, and @suzy-queued @energievie @michellemisfit @creepkinginc @stocious for tagging me!

************ Name: Julia

First fandom you became a part of: Well this was all pre-internet, so the fandoms were all in my imagination: The Goonies & Anne of Green Gables (the PBS series) are my earliest ones. I didn’t even know who to talk to about it back then, so it was a lot of lone-fangirling in middle school.

What was the first TV show fandom you joined: OK look I had this Days of our Lives phase where I found this one message board (I haven’t watched in a LONG time, but Steve & Kayla -who are still on the show- were such a hot couple back in the day)…… and then I did the same for The Office around the time the last writers strike was happening… But my first legit modern-day fandom was probably Schitt’s Creek a couple of years ago, which was the first time I sought out community on socials like Reddit and Facebook. 

How old were you: very much all over the place lol

Latest TV/Movie fandom you became a part of? Shameless 

A tv/movie fandom you haven’t joined but like to creep on? When Our Flag Means Death first came out, I loved all the gorgeous fan art. They really need to release season 2 already…. 

Your favourite fandom: Oh this Shameless/Gallavich fandom is VERY special. Granted I don’t have a ton of experience in online fandom spaces, but this community has been really incredible, so warm and welcoming and CREATIVE omg.  

The tv show that gives you the most brainrot? Shameless for sure (but you know, just because of that one couple). I do get that anxiety from time to time that I’ll never get brainrot like this again – it’s really fun to move around and create in this space, and I love the inspiration.

The fictional couple that gives you the most brainrot? See above. 

Guilty pleasure fictional couple? Very un-guiltily please see above. But I’ll always have a place in my heart for David & Patrick from Schitt’s Creek, and Jim & Pam, of course, from The Office. I’ll throw my Days of Our Lives fave in here too because they were the first to introduce me to my beloved tropes - enemies-to-lovers and epically drawn-out, will they/won't they angst.

Guilty pleasure TV show? Is this where I admit to watching Just Like That so I can complain about it? It’s no Sex in the City….. 

And finally something that made you happy this week? I started a new audiobook - Last Night at the Telegraph Club, and it’s set in the city where I live. I always love reading books or watching TV shows & movies where I recognize the set! Also re-audiobooking Red, White & Royal Blue, and the narrator is so much fun to listen to.

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The Way I Loved You (Roosters Version)

Summary: Fic inspired by the way I loved you by Taylor Swift. You and Rooster are friends - or more? And Jake Seresin is your Ex- or isn’t he? 

Warnings: some 18+ content, MDNI (no actual smut), just Rooster reading spicy books, some curse words, Jake being the bad guy 

Length: 3,6k

Pairing: Rooster x Reader, Hangman x ExGirlfriend! Reader, Bob x Platonic!Reader

English is not my first language, so there might be mistakes.

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Falling in love with Bradley Bradshaw felt comfortable.

Watching an old movie in an outdoor cinema, covered beneath a warm blanket and your mouth full of tooth rotting sweet popcorn, comfortable.

Slow Saturday morning sex, while the sun has not fully risen yet and fluffy pancakes with maple sirup in bed after, comfortable.

Falling in love with a good friend, comfortable.

The first time you have met him was six months ago, when your joint friend Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd had introduced the two of you to each other.

Back then, you had only lived in San Diego for a couple of days, where you moved by trying to escape the never-ending rain and depressing greyness in your home state Washington.

You have never been to the West Coast before but the first time you came you had nothing but one friend, a laptop, and a broken dream you still were not able to give up – yet.

‘That sounds like the Introduction to one of those cheap Rom Com books you get for 3$ in every mall’. That’s what Bradley had said when he had heard your Story for the first time.

‘Hey, if my book becomes a word wild bestseller, don’t come running back and begging me to borrow you money for some real clothes’, you said playfully offended eyeing his yellow-brown Hawaiian Shirt.

The tall aviator had just scoffed but smiled back at you. ‘Anyways, this still sounds better than telling new people that I am a 28-year-old, with no job who just got kicked out of their old apartment because they had not enough money to pay for the rent’.

‘Yeah, from this point of view I can see why you would stick with that Rom Com shit’, he laughed.

Looking back this has probably been the moment when you decided that Bradley Bradshaw is not that bad.

The moment when you really started to like him had occurred a couple of weeks later, when he helped you landing the job as a Barkeeper at the Hard Deck.

After moving to California, you had moved in with Bob, who had just got permanently stationed at Top Gun, together with Bradley. Bob, or Robby how you like to call him, has been kind enough to pay for your half of the rent the first month, so you had the time to get your life in order and find a job.

Even though you had hesitated at first, being afraid borrowing money from a friend could harm the relationship, you gratefully accepted his offer later on, because you simply had no other option.

When you took the money, you had promised Robert to find a job in the next two weeks, to make you to pay everything back as fast as you could. But after 3 ½ weeks and no job in sight, your anxiety started to get the best of you.

When you had told your new friend Bradley in secret about your problem, the tall aviator promised to help you out and not even 4 days later you had worked your first shift at the Hard Deck. All of Bradley’s drinks on you, of course.

Thanks to your new job you were in the lucky position to enjoy Bradley Bradshaw’s presence for at least 4 nights a week. Due to the fact that he and Bob had been the first two of their so-called Dagger Squad, that have been stationed permanently in Fighter town, Bradley wasted most of his time by sitting at the bar, sipping on a beer he mad you pay for while he complained about how boring his social life is.

Not that he had anything against Bob, of course. They used to spend their whole weekends in your living room screaming at several sport Teams which drives you absolutely nuts. One time you even threatened Bradley to key his Bronco if he won’t stop his ‘Fuck the Cowboys!’ song.

But since you started to get to know Bradley Bradshaw a bit better you had to notice that this man has to do something all the time, otherwise he acts insane which leads to everyone around him also getting absolutely insane.

So, after one night where he had made you listen to every disastrous college frat boy party he had ever attended, which were unsurprisingly surprising many! you concluded to cut this shit.

‘Bradshaw for fucks sake, if you are that bored with your life, I will take you shopping, so you finally have something to do.’

‘Shopping’, he frowned, finding the thought of an overcrowded mall on a Saturday midmorning horrendous.

‘Yes, be ready at 9, I’ll pick you up. And if you behave, I maybe let you take me out for Lunch’, you said smiling sheepishly at him.

He snorted. ‘You let me take you out? How graceful of you. Definitely an attitude you should dedicate to your female Protagonist’.

‘Hey! I am paying for your beer for the last six weeks! The last thing you could do is getting me some nice Lunch’.

Bradley had held his hands up as a peace offering. ‘Okay, Okay. You are right, as the true gentleman I am I will take you out for Lunch tomorrow’.

You shot him an amusing smile and before you could even think twice you had leaned yourself over the counter and had pressed a soft kiss on his smooth cheek.

‘Was not that hard, honey. Wasn’t it?’, you said with a wink, before turning around to another customer at the other side of the bar.

Bradley’s reddened cheeks and his soft, nearly shy smile fully slipped your attention.

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To his surprise your destination for the next day was not the mall or a target but a tiny bookstore, a little beside the main street near the beach.

‘Damn it, Trickster, I never thought you were the one for those quite bookstores. Maybe you are still a romantic after all’.

The glare you had shot him when you hear his newly found pet name for you slipped as much his attention as you soft smile when he had gone out your car first, to open the door for you.

‘A true gentleman’, he said while he had saluted you with two fingers on his forehead.

You laughed while leading the way into the small shop, where he again opened the door for you.

Bradley let you take the lead while you wandered through the aisles, knowing exactly the way to your favorite section.

‘What kind of books are those?’, Bradley’s mouth hangs wide open, after he studied some of the covers in front of him.

‘The spicy ones’, you answered absently while picking out a promising new book.

‘Spicy?’ he had uttered after grabbing a book, which he opened randomly on a page between middle and end.

‘His thick, long tail started to slip in and out my dripping cunt while his skilled fingers circle over my swollen clit’, he ended his reading as fast as he started, his face now nearly as red as the book cover in his hand.

‘A tail?!`, he said stunned after a couple of seconds. ‘Hmm?’, you had answered, your eyes still on the back of the book in your hand. Then you had blinked a couple of times, processing his words before you had busted into the loudest laughter in a while.

‘Why the fuck does he have a tail? Stop laughing on me, Trickster’, Bradley had murmured, his cheeks still a red as a tomato.

‘The book is about a Gargoyle, Rooster’, you had answered, still chuckling while you pointed on the cover. ‘Gargoyles have tails.

‘But why do they fuck people with it?’, he had said, still fully stunned. You grinned. ‘Never saw a porn about double penetration, sweets?’

‘Yeah, I watched it. Like normal people do.’

‘If you‘re boring, Bradshaw, just say it’, you giggled while taking the book out of his hand. ‘Ready to go? I‘ve got what I need’, you said.

Bradley nodded enthusiastically.

‘Which book did you pick?’, he asked then, with a careful undertone. You smiled sheepishly at him. ‘Oh, it’s about werewolves. No tails. Just some knotting’.

‘Knotting?! What is… Wait never mind. I don’t need to know’.

After your little excursion to the bookstore, where you definitely had the fun of your life, the two of you started to make those book trips a weekly habit.

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You were not exactly sure when it happened.

When the boundaries were crossed and your greeting hug started to last several seconds instead of a short moment?

When  he started to pay for some of your books?  

When he helped you clean up after a tough shift at the Bar and walked you home afterwards?

Or was it when it gave you his jacket the first time during one of those walks?

You were not exactly sure, but you could definitely tell that those warm tingling sensations in your stomach were not an indication of friendship anymore. At some point in the last six months, you had started to fall for Bradley Bradshaw.

Bradley Bradshaw who loves to talk, who enjoys a good German beer and who hates the cowboys passionately.

Bradley Bradshaw who always made sure to hold your door open and who never came too late to any date you had.

Bradley Bradshaw who only is supposed to be your friend.

At some point not only you had noticed the change in your relationship with Bradley but also Bob did. It was on one of those Saturdays when some football game played in the TV and Bradley came over to watch it with your roommate

By now it had become your new normal to join them, not because you were interested in the game but because they always had the best beer saved for their weekly sport watch sessions. And definitely not because you wanted to spend more time with your just friend.

You had a feeling that Robby noticed something for a bit longer now, but after you noticed him glaring at every interaction you had with Bradley in the last two hours, you confronted him after Bradley left to use the bathroom.

‘Could you please stop watching me?’, you asked annoyed. ‘Sure’, your friend answered sweetly. ‘When you tell him how you feel, I surely will stop watching’.

‘I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about’, you said trying desperately to seem clueless, but Bob just shot you another knowing glare.

‘Listen, sweets. I know the topic of relationships is a difficult one for you. But Bradley is a good guy. A very good guy, you should give him a chance’.

You opened your mouth to deny his words a second time but were stopped by Bradshaw claiming his seat next to you on the couch again.

Even though you weren’t focus on the game before your conversation , you were now fully zoned out, Roberts words wandering through your mind and waken things you hoped you would have erased out of your mind by now.

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While falling in love with Bradley Bradshaw felt comfortable, falling in love with Jake Seresin had felt freeing.

Like being on the highest and fastest rollercoaster at night, while the rain is pouring down in the evening breeze and you feel so alive that you want to scream from the top of your lungs.

Like feeling so much at once that your heart feels like it must explode at every second because you are so consumed by the intensity.

Falling in love with Jake Seresin had felt like finding yourself and losing your sanity all at once.

You had left his live nearly 3 and a half years ago. Left it without a word because you knew that you otherwise wouldn’t had left at all. But you simply were at the edge. Only a hairbreadth away to fully lose yourself and never find it again.

When you had met him for the first time you simply hated him. He was cocky, overconfident, and probably the most annoying piece of shit you ever had the pleasure to meet. And when he noticed how much you hated his presence, Jake Seresin had made it his personal mission to get under your skin.

You were 22, fresh out of college and working on a farm in Texas back then, trying to earn some money to pay of your school depts. Jake had come back home from flight school for the summer, finding in you the perfect way to make his stay at home enjoyable.

It only took him a couple of seconds to notice how inexperienced you were when it came to men. You had always been a book nerd, never been shy or an introvert but you simply preferred your books and good friends over some disgusting frat guys trying to get your V-Card just to brag with it later.

Jake Seresin had been your first. You trusted him in that summer evening on the ground of his dad’s cow stable. You also trusted him hundreds of times after that. He was extremely good at what he did, always telling you how he had ruined you now for everyone else coming after him.

While he was talking about the guys you would have after him, all you did was beg the Universe to never let there be someone else for you. That’s probably the reason you had not had any Sex since you left him.

For a very long time you honestly thought that he might had really ruined you for anyone who could have come after him. Not even regarding the sexual aspect but when it comes to relationships in general. Jake Seresin does relationships like he does flying, even though you have no clue about that, he does them intense.

As much as you loved each other, you hated each other. For every sweet nothing he whispered softly into your ear, he had insulted you in every fight you had. For every kiss you shared, he had taken a piece of you heart when he lied to you.

After you shared that one summer together you had thought it would mean you would share your life.

That’s what you thought for 3 years.

3 years of long distance while Jake went to Top Gun and later was send on missions.

3 years of love, passion, tears, grief, pain, silence, and anger.

A never-ending rollercoaster with one loop after the other, a never-ending cycle until you had to crash the whole amusement park and set it down in flames.

For you own good. Your own sanity.

You had never looked at a man like the way you used to look at Jake.

Not until now. Not until Bradley Bradshaw.

Bradley Bradshaw who was now waving with his hands in front of your face, a mixture of amusement and worry in his brown eyes.

‘Trickster are you okay?’.

‘Sure’, you smiled trying to sort the memories in your brain.

Brandley handed you your phone, which you know noticed he had held in his right hand, a picture of Penny, your boss, was shown on the screen.

‘Hey Penny’, you said hastily into your phone.

‘Hey, honey. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?’, you could hear the curiosity in her voice, after Bradley answered the call for you.

‘No, you didn’t’, you simply said, your mind still consumed by all those memories coming up. ‘What can I do for you?’.

‘I know it’s quite spontaneous, but could you work this evening? They ordered a bunch of naval aviators back to Top Gun and we are quite full.’

‘Sure, no problem. I can be there in 30.’

‘That would be great, thank you! Tell Bradshaw he won’t have to pay for any drink if he makes sure that you come home safe tonight.’

You ended the call, your eyes meeting Bradley’s who beams with a wide smile. ‘I always knew that it was a great decision to help you get this Job.’

You simply rolled your eyes while you stood up and left Robby and Bradley alone to get yourself quickly ready for work. After you sprayed some perfume on your neck and grabbed your wallet, you hasted back into the living room where the boys were sitting in jackets and shoes on.

‘Oh, are you coming with me?’, you asked in surprise while slipping in your Vans. ‘Yeah, the others of our Squad are finally stationed at Top Gun with us, we are meeting them at the bar’, Bob answered, already on his way to the door.

You simply nodded. Now that your thoughts have been around Jake this evening it was hard to tame the beast called anxiety which grows every time you heard that new Top Gun Aviators are coming back.

Of course, you were aware that Top Gun was the school your Ex-Boyfriend finished best of his class, but he always used to tell you barely anything works related. You don’t even really know his callsign. Bagman, Hungman or something like that.

It was surely a risk to befriend naval aviators who were also Top Gun graduates, when you are trying to keep your past as far away as possible, but in the 2 years of you and Bob knowing each other, everything had always went occurring to plan and Jake Seresin had stuck in your past where he belonged.

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When Bradley parked his Bronco in front of the Hard Deck and came around to open your door, Robert shot you a knowing grin which you answered in showing him your middle finger. If Bradley had noticed anything of it, he did not show it.

At the bar the three of you split. Robby and Bradley waved you goodbye, Bradley after offering you a kiss on the cheek which set your heart on fire and Bob giving you another knowing glare which made you decide to double everything that will be added to his tap tonight.

You headed behind der bar, where you were greeted by Penny who again thanked you for helping spontaneous. After looking through the bar you definitely understood while she asked for help, even for a busy Saturday the bar was so overcrowded that new guest would barely fit.

But you welcomed the work stress with open arms, it helped you to lead your thoughts from Jake and your past back to Bradley.

The bar was too full, you did not even notice that you have been working for 2 hours now, but then started to wonder why neither Bradley nor Bob had been coming yet to order something. You worries got tamed after you heard a familiar: ‘Hey Trickster’, coming from right behind you. A happy smile growing on your face by noticing Bradley’s voice.

Since you knew what his order will be, you did not even hesitate to turn around and look at him but wandering straight to the little fridge beneath the counter to bring him his favorite beer.

‘Please make it two, honey. On my tab’.

‘Damn it, Bradshaw. How generous of you’.

Your hand which was about to grab the second beer out of the fridge immediately froze.

Please. Please. Universe. God. Whoever is listening right now. Please. NO.

But there he was again.

‘A beer for free and a pretty girl bringing it to me. What a great way to be welcomed back’.

You will never forget that voice. It’s curved inside your heart, your brain, your soul, and every single piece of you he had broken himself.

‘You don’t know if she’s pretty, bagman. You have only seen her back!’, Bradley snorted. If you weren’t to focus on trying to find a way to dig a whole into the ground and make your way to China, you would be giggling about the jealousy in his voice like a lovesick teenager.

You had no chance but face him.

‘Bradshaw, you sound kind of jealous’, Jake Seresin snickered. ‘Does that sexy back belong to your secret girlfriend?’.

Before Bradley had the chance to answer and make the whole situation even more embarrassing, you silently counted backwards from 3 to 1, then turned around and slammed those beers on the counter.

Bradley cleared his throat. ‘Thanks, Sweets’. You nodded; eyes focused on the counter.

‘What a shy little thing, you have found yourself Bradley. Does not even want to look up’.

And as much as you had hoped he would have lost his spell about you, you cannot but feel the anger build up in your chest. The anger no one else but Jake Seresin can evoke so perfectly in you.

‘I am not shy’, you said, voice firm and finally looking up. His mouth hangs up, the witty answer he surely wanted to say died on his tongue. His green eyes went wide and his face pale.

‘Hi Jake. Long time no see.’

[rhysdarbinizedarby]

Relax, I’m From The Future

A conversation with writer-director Luke Higgingson

Relax, I’m From The Future was a surprise fav of mine at last year’s Fantasia Fest, and it’s finally getting a theatrical release! The movie is a punk rock sci-fi comedy with a lot of wit and even more heart starring Rhys Darby (Flight of the Conchords, Our Flag Means Death) and Gabrielle Graham (Possessor, Twenties) as an unlikely duo trying, sort of, not really, to save the world. I got a chance to speak with writer-director Luke Higginson a few weeks ago about all the work that went into his debut feature. Read our (lightly edited for clarity) conversation below!

Tell me, how do you describe this movie to other people?

It’s very much my attempt to work through my anxieties about the future and the state of the world in a way that might bring me some comfort without eliminating the very real cynicism I have about it. [My short film in 2013] started as a simple joke idea — the idea of an unprepared timetraveler — and then when people sort of liked that film more than I expected, I thought about how I would make that meaningful enough to expand it. And as I noodled on that, Trump got elected, and Covid happened, a lot of terrible things happened… It really became a source of therapy for me to write this ridiculous film and pump my anxieties into it. That’s really where I found what the film was about.

There is an incredible dynamic between Rhys and Gabrielle — how did you work your story with them?

Gabriel Graham was the first person that I knew I wanted to cast [as Holly]. I saw Brandon Cronenberg’s Possessor, and she had such presence, but I didn’t know if she was funny, so I watched Twenties… it was clear she had comic chops.

For Casper [Rhys Darby’s character], you have to be on board with following him even when he does some questionable things. And also, he’s on screen for so much of the movie that it had to be someone with real energy, especially in a script that’s mostly people talking to each other. There weren’t a lot of people that I felt fit that. Then when his name was floated, it was immediately like omg holy shit that would be amazing! My producers at Wango films are phenomenally gifted at getting scripts in hands. I spent a couple of days building up a dossier of arguments for why he should do the film. And when we got on the call and he was just like “Hey, so I just wanted to meet ya and make sure you were ok with me doing this movie”, I was blown away. He had this tiny little window where we could get him for 15 shooting days and he agreed to come up [to Hamilton, Ontario] and do it. I’m still pinching myself about that, it was amazing.

In terms of working with them, because of that window of time, there was no time for rehearsal. There was barely time for Rhys to learn his lines. I got one hour of Rhys and Gabby in a room together before the first day of shooting… Something clicked, it was like Oh it’s Casper and Holly, they’re hanging out!

The scene in the playground — where the two of them are sharing a bottle of booze and talking — was incredibly cold, absurdly cold. And they were both very underdressed for that weather. They were both improving and bouncing off of each other. That was the scene where I felt like ah there’s something special between these two in particular. It was cool, it was really special, both of them are just amazing.

Wait, the shooting schedule was only 15 days?

We had Rhys for 15 days, and we shot for 18 days, but Rhys is in almost all of the movie.

How did the music in the movie play into writing your story and how did you manage to clear all those songs?

I knew a ton of people in the Toronto indie-rock punk scene and I always knew that if I ever got to make a movie, I knew all these great songs that no one knows. I listened to a lot of that stuff writing the film — Holly being part of the punk scene was very important to the character. I gave [Gabrielle] a playlist of a bunch of 70s CBGB stuff, she watched a documentary on Poly Styrene. That really embodied the vibe of the music. I wanted it to be all Toronto music on the soundtrack, it’s basically a split between songs from bands that I played with or went to see back in the day and bands that are still operating right now. The big coup was getting Pup involved, which was really exciting. They didn’t have to say yes at all, but they really were big fans of Rhys and [because of Covid] I think they were a little itchy to get on stage in front of a bunch of people. We got to use a few of their songs, as well as Metz and Bad Waitress and a couple of other great bands.

In terms of the licensing side what I didn’t expect as a problem was that many of those bands no longer exist and never had any kind of official existence in terms of paper work or legality, so I perhaps foolishly did not see that coming as a problem. Anagram, Sailboats Are White, Lunchmeat — all great bands that I love, but [licensing their songs] was a trickier thing than I thought it was gonna be.

What are some of the challenges or joys that you encountered in the editing room, putting this thing together?

The editing process was long, longer than I expected. My baby was 6 months old when we started shooting, which was a real challenge for me and my wife. I literally edited the film with my baby next to me, so it took a while. But really, it was about matching the film to Rhys’s rhythm. When we [cast] Rhys, who’s one of the best improvisers comedically in the world, I knew that [for the edit] I was gonna want both sides of the conversations he has with Gabby. So any time that Rhys is talking to another person, there’s two cameras going at the same time and that really allowed us to use the little moments of inspiration and improvisation. If Rhys gives you a piece of gold, you know that you have it covered. That was big, I think both in the shooting and in the editing.

Time travel can be a tricky narrative device! How did you build the rules of this universe?

I knew right off the bat that I was neither capable nor interested in doing something scientifically “accurate”, but you also don’t want the audience to feel like you don’t give a shit. It has to feel like there’s an internal consistency. So my guiding principle was that rules of time travel are going to be what serves the humour and the story, and then once I have those things, to make sure it’s internally consistent. It actively subverts what I felt was the most common tropes — like in Terminator, you have to be naked to travel through time, in my movie you have to have no skin showing of any kind. In most time travel movies you can go back and forth, in mine you can only go back. When drafting it out, I went with the ideas that I found funny, then once I had the beats, I worked very hard to make sure it was internally consistent within that.

What was screening your film at Fantasia like?

It was incredible, I can’t say enough good things about Fantasia. I wanna shout out programmer Carolyn Mauricette, who saw a very rough cut of the film without any of the sound mix or special effects. She saw it, she got it, she connected to it. It just meant so much, that phase of the editing process, you’re very emotionally fragile, you have no idea if you’ve made something that works or not, and that was such a vote of confidence.

What are you hoping people take away from this?

I am genuinely very excited for people to see Rhys do this. I feel like he uses some muscles that you don’t get to see him use normally, he’s such a star. And I think Gabriel Graham is incredibly slept on, like she’s a successful actor but I think way more people should know her. I’m gonna sit in on a bunch of screenings — I never need to watch the movie again, but I do love watching the audience watch it, and there are some moments in the back third of the movie that I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing an audience react to.

I didn’t even ask you about Julian Richings!

He’s incredible! I got him [cast as Percy] by recording a video begging him to be in the movie because he’s a legend! I first saw him in Hard Core Logo when I was a teenager, he’s so captivating. So ya, I recorded a shameless message and sent it to him, and luckily he is the sweetest man in the world, just the easiest person in the world to work with — I can’t say enough nice things about him.

I think this movie has a lot for a lot of different crowds of people — you got the gays, you got the nerds, you got the horror fans -

Those are all my people! Those are my favourite type of people!

I’m excited for people to see it!

Me too!

Source: Bad Critic

[bonbonshideout]

Tweek Headcanons

♤ Tweek has tourettes, though they aren't so bad, his head occasionally jerks to the side, and he probably screams, alongside a whistle.

♡ He can be a bit insecure of himself, maybe because of his full anxiety and tics, he feels like he isn't enough. Other times he has a sudden boost of confidence.

◇ Tweek has a couple of fidget toys he keeps with him, from the first fidget spinner that Craig gave him, to one he got a few weeks ago, he keeps them ALL with him at all times, of he looses one, he goes berserk.

♧ He reads, he tries to read a couple of books a week, but he gets distracted easily and ends up taking a few months to finish a book.

☆ He loves baking, and he has taken it upon himself to bake something for Craig whenever he can (i.e. birthdays, & anniversaries). He prefers to actually do it on his own, unless he's never done the recipe before; he asks his mom for help.

♤ Tweek can be a bit clingy, it's not so bad, but it's gotten to where he was given a spare key by the Tucker family incase he ever needed to be around Craig (which is common when it comes to suddenly getting really anxious)

♡ Tweek surprisingly enjoys a good horror/thriller film, as much as they get him nervous, he likes a good thrill. He sometimes feels like he would be able to outlive anyone in the movie (which I feel everyone thinks that), but Craig bursts his bubble, which causes him to be upset, that disappears quickly as they continue watching their movie though.

◇ He's picky when it comes to food and things he's fine around. There are certain textures he hates feeling or even eating, and he does his best to avoid those things all together.

♧ The older he gets, the more independent he becomes, eventually not being as clingy as he was when he was younger. Though he still loves Craig, he sometimes likes some peace and quiet.

[youssefnathan-simp]

Many steps to realisation

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“What’s wrong with him?”

That’s what Darcy was asked as the Paris Gang watched her ‘dads’ from a far. The girl could only sigh at the sight “Youssef has fallen in love… but he’s too dumb to realise” she said. The teens could only nod at her answer because she was right. Darcy could only pray he figured out soon since she really didn’t want to be the one to tell him.

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That event had occurred three weeks ago. Sadly, the man had still yet to realise it and, in actuality, the situation had gotten worse.

The ‘family’ had been sat together watching a film in the living room. Well, Darcy and Nathan watched the movie while Youssef watched Nathan with his pupils dialated. She could tell he was in love from the way his cheeks were flushed, which had now started happening at just the sight and mention of Nathan. It truly sucked for Darcy since she couldnt even make fun of him since it would lead to confusion, explanation and then denial.

Nathan got up and start walking out, when he turned back around Youssef was looking at him like a wounded deer “im just going to the bathroom” he told him. Youssef nodded and turned back to the movie.

Darcy could only sigh and roll her eyes at him, which got her a confused and moody glance. Without turning to him she said “You’re in love with Nathan”, she already knew that his eyes were wide and his face flushed. He took a few deep breaths “I’m not in love with him, I just think hes nice to be around and cuddle and talk to and look at. THATS NORMAL IN A RELATIONSHIP” he stuttered out but made sure to enunciate the last part. Darcy just smirked, “denial is a river in Egypt” making her receive a pillow to the back of her head.

When Nathan walked back in Youssef went back to being clingy and loving. To be honest, she wasn’t even surprised especially when he started cuddling into Nathan. Darcy wouldn’t admit it but she liked that they weren’t afraid to be affectionate around her, especially since her mother and father weren’t the best role models when it came to love and affection.

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It had finally happened. He finally realised, technically. Darcy was in the kitchen finishing up her last bit of homework when Youssef pretty much ran in. He took a couple of breaths then started ranting.

“So Darcy my sweet angel, I DO NOT mean to use you as a therapist but I can’t talk to Nathan about it because well… I can’t. Anyway lately I have been feeling almost… fluttery… when looking at Nathan, at first I thought that maybe it was just my caffeine addiction giving me crippling anxiety but then I realised that didn’t make any sense.

I mean why would caffeine only kick in and give me crippling anxiety when I look at the prettiest boy alive, plus wouldn’t I feel it in my chest and not my stomach. So maybe you are right about the whole me and Nathan thing. Also I do also feel constant tingling in my chest but that’s not important right now”

Once he had finished Darcy could only look at him in shock while mouthing ‘wow’. She took his slightly shaking hand and smiled “okay, first you are definitely in love with Nathan it’s been obvious for a while. Second, please sort out your caffeine addiction before it actually kills you. Third, its been agreed that Josh Hutcherson is actually the prettiest boy alive no offence to Nathan” she told him. This response had made her recieve a glare that only made her snort as he walked out the kitchen.

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The Paris Gang were once again hanging out, this was when Charlie asked Darcy about Youssef and Nathan. She sighed slightly as everyone gathered around “nothing much has happened except that Youssef realised he might actually be in love… but still in denial about the unhealthy coffee addiction”, everyone seemed reasonably happy at that response. Charlie looked at her and smirked “the caffeine’s probably gonna kill him before he actually confess” he said while everyone chuckled and nodded in agreement.

Darcy could only hope he confessed soon, she truly believed that he deserved a chance at being in love. Something told her deep down that it would happen soon.

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Technically she was right about it being soon. It had been two weeks since that thought. Currently she was practicing her crocheting while also doing random doodles in a sketch book, but as she did this she was also listening in on her ‘dads’. The two were currently in their room watching scream, Somehow, Youssef had managed her convinced Nathan to watch horror movies with him and honestly Darcy found it entertaining.

She was smiling that’s when she heard it. “I love you”. Her mouth fell agape in shock as she tried to hold back her laughter. But then Darcy couldnt hold it in at Nathan’s response “what did you say”, the girl fell to the floor silently laughing hoping not to bring too much attention to.

Once she calmed down, Darcy grabbed her phone an opened the group chat.

𝖣𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗒:𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆…

[incomprehensiblelentils]

@purlturtle tagged me in this, thank you! <3

15 Questions for 15 Friends

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Not my first name, but my mom got my middle name (Melissa) from a coworker she really admired.

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Ooh...I think it was a couple weeks ago while I was watching the Fantasy High episode where they find the corpses of *SPOILERS* and Kristen does a ritual to free their spirits. I just found that scene very beautiful and touching.

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope! I'm very excited to be a gay auntie to any of my friends' future kids. And B and I have our dolls (see @saintalectoshomeforwaywardgirls).

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I rode horses from ages 8-16 (had to stop bc school got too overwhelming). I toy with the idea of getting back into it as an adult sometimes, because I do miss it.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?

I don't know the meaning of the word. (I know this joke doesn't really work but I couldn't resist)

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

This is a weirdly difficult question - I am hilariously non-observant at times and have had to ask more people than I should if they recently got their hair cut/styled differently. I guess maybe their way of speaking? Not necessarily accent but the cadence and pitch of their voice. Physically I guess it's just their general bulk and/or the way they take up space in the world.

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR?

Light brown.

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

Depends on my mood honestly! I am dipping my toe into horror films (I generally prefer audio dramas or books/short stories) but sometimes I want a good creepy time. I think generally I will go for happy endings most of the time, but I like horror as a container for my anxiety to go into.

ANY TALENTS?

Writing, I'd like to think! I'm also reasonably good at drawing (mostly animals) and I'm a speedreader. Nothing that's any good for a talent show unfortunately.

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In a suburb of Seattle, which happens to have a tiny airport they use to fly in celebrities who come in for the local ComiCon (which is very embarrassing, because that means like, Gwendoline Christie has seen a lot of my shitty hometown).

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Cosplay, general fandom bullshit (affectionate), reading, writing, and I think my Warrior cats spreadsheets count as a hobby by themselves at this point lmao.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Not yet - we'd like to get cats but shit keeps happening to put it off lol. We love our friends' and parents' animals though!

HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'3", which I recently found out - I have been saying I'm 5'2" for like a decade and this revelation was kind of destabilizing.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT?

English/Writing.

DREAM JOB?

I think I should be one of the guys making up shitty puns for children's valentines, because I'm way better at coming up with them than the stuff I see every year in stores.

Tagging @toriasimmons @swiftzeldas @jenny-dreadful @emmaswanned @theomenroom @dannypinot @amidalleia @zenithofdork @ben-g99 @areax @dollsome-does-tumblr @mrdistracted @nerdfaerie @afterword @thydungeongal only if you wanna! (also if you see this and you wanna do it count yourself tagged!)

Also stealing purlturtle's genius idea to include this at the end of the post - a version for easy copy-pasting!

15 Questions for 15 Friends ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? DO YOU HAVE KIDS? WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED? DO YOU USE SARCASM? WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOR? SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? ANY TALENTS? WHERE WERE YOU BORN? WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES? DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? HOW TALL ARE YOU? FAVOURITE SUBJECT? DREAM JOB?