#Around the World in 80 days I finished like one big movie

[brainfullofquotes]

I'm REALLY enjoying this David Tennant hyperfixation I'm on. I've watched so many things I never would have before, and honestly, I've liked every single one of them so far!

[spacerangersam]

nobody asked but here's my idea for a scooby doo show. tl:dr slice of life roadtrip

it's the 80s/90s

the gang are all 21 - 23, and have just finished university

Daphne went for journalism/creative writing, Velma went for something archeology related, Fred…something something engineering, and Shaggy did not go to uni but works at a nearby cafe

Him and Daphne were childhood friends and when she announced she was going off to uni he made a joke about going with her that she took 100% seriously, so they (and scooby) moved together, renting a place just outside the campus

Fred and Velma met during their first year as they lived in the same apartment block, bonding over their hatred of all the late night parties the other tenants keep throwing. lesbian + her himbo, a very important dynamic

Velma and Daphne met through the uni newspaper and brought the whole gang together. they have a will they won't they thing going on

So, it's the day after graduation and after the buzz of getting their diplomas, everyone is just absolutely terrified of the idea of facing the adult world.

None of them feel ready to start thinking about jobs and housing, marriage and kids and everything else their parents expect of them

So, Shaggy suggests they take a year off. Just one year to do whatever they want, have all the fun they want, and then they can face 'real' adulthood

Everyone agrees and they decide to kick off their year break with a country wide road trip in Shaggy hippie van

As they travel around though, stopping at various hotels and tourist destinations on the way, they find themselves repeatedly caught up in strange events, some supernatural and some not, and do their best to work together to figure out the truth

Maybe there's some underlying story linking most or all of the events, or maybe there's not

What's more important to me is the gang and their insecurities of not living up their parents/society's expectations of who they should be and what they should do/their fears of the futures

At the end they they realise that, hey, they've got a nice little gig going here, that they can do adulthood their way, together in their weird little hippie van with their dog, haunting down fraudsters and ghouls

To go into my characteristics of them:

Daphne - very intense and outgoing, she's the one who's usually dragging them into danger, for better or worse. She loves a good ghost story, a good alien story, a good monster- anything that's fun, weird and supernatural. That's the kind of thing she wants to write about, even if her parents don't really approve. She's big into horror movies, though she tries not to watch them around the others as they're a bit more squeamish. Coming from a rich family, they had the cash to let her try out all the hobbies she wanted growing up so she has a wide range of skills and abilities which always come in handy. She doesn't care as much about actually solving the mysteries, she just likes living in the moment and enjoying the weirdness she gets caught up in. She is absolutely the brawn of the group.

Velma is the bookworm of course, smart and level headed, she's the one who wants to actually solve the mysteries. Growing up, she devoured all the mystery / detective stories that she could, trying to solve them as she went along. She can get worked up very easily though / gets impatient so, left to her own devices, would often give up and move on. After she meets the gang they keep her motivated though, and she finally starts seeing all these mysteries to the very end. She doesn't believe in the supernatural at all initially, and even after tends to assume it's not something spooky. She also has a big love of history, obviously, and loves researching and info dumping about it. Also knows a lot about bones. It comes in handy surprisingly often.

Fred is just a nice himbo, that tweet that's like: I didn’t come here to make friends (big grin) I came here to make best friends? Yeah, that's him. Of course, he loves his traps, and mechanics outside of that. He always has to keep his hands busy, he has to, so it's not odd to find him fiddling with random scraps, trying to make something out of them when he's nor driving. He's the strategic one out of the group, the one figuring out how to put all their skills to use to take down the bad guy. He's also big into board games and somehow wins monopoly every single time.

Shaggy is simultaneously the most laid back and up tight one of the group. He considered going into culinary but thought it'd just kill his love of cooking and food. He also just like had very limited amounts of energy each day, so uni would've been hell. He's a hippie, of course he is. Cares a lot about the environment, is very anti-war etc. He keeps up to date with politics, much to everyone's shock. Is the only one of the group who knows anything about first aid and the only one who can sew. Has some angst about the fact Daphne her parents always looked down on him / thought he was holding her back and is worried he's doing that with all of them with this road trip idea. Hates anything even vaguely spooky, but does like a good cryptid

Scooby is just a dog in this one. Or may even at first he is and then after some supernatural stuff he begins to talk? Actually I like that idea more. Yeah, at the end of one episode, he randomly starts talking, everyone panics and screams, cut to black

He seems so human that the gang just start treating him like another person but then he goes to try and eat chocolate or something and everyone has to be like no! Scooby! :000

[youngpettyqueen]

What other shows are you into, if any? 🥰

hi Ally <3

so besides MASH im into tons and tons!! ill just list some off the top of my head-

Cowboy Bebop: just finished rewatching this one, I wanted my dad to watch it. im a big anime fan, this one is high up on my list of favourites, its a classic! I even recommend it to non-anime fans because the gorgeous animation, compelling characters and story, and unique world building are just soooooooo good

Mob Psycho 100: hey. hey wanna watch something truly fucking bizarre and unique. wanna watch something that feels like going through therapy. want to cry your eyes out to the most unexpected anime dude of all time. boy do I have a show for you. MP100 makes me unreasonably emotional and I think everyone should watch it

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: my favourite anime of all time nothing else comes even close. I could write an essay on why FMAB should be required viewing. I wish everyone could experience watching it as a kid and going back to it as an adult and having your entire perspective and understanding shift because suddenly youre older than the main characters and shit is so much more horrifying than when you were the same age/younger

Gargoyles: what im currently watching. also a big cartoon fan. Gargoyles is such a wonderful product of the mid-90s and I adore it. I grew up on 80s and 90s cartoon so everything from the lore to the character designs is very nostalgic to me. I need to watch the last season still but I keep putting it off cause I know the quality dips

Avatar the Last Airbender: next show im picking for my dad and I to watch. I unironically consider it to be one of the best stories ever written, with some fantastic characters and what continues to be one of my favourite redemption arcs of all time

Batman the Animated Series: best Batman. no question. I do not accept criticism. I did watch Justice League + Justice League Unlimited with my dad recently and I quite enjoyed those, but nowhere near as much as I enjoyed BtAS. Kevin Conroy I miss you every day nobody understood Bruce Wayne like you did

Doctor Who: both Classic and New Who. we have a free streaming service with a Classic Who channel, and we've had the DVDs for New Who playing lately. my favourite show of all time! meant the world to me as a teenager and got me through a lot. I have a tattoo of 11's sonic and bowtie <3

Smallville: my dad did a rewatch of this recently and I was around for most of it. and listen, ok, Smallville is a cringe fest a lot of the time. its an early 2000s CW show. but its ironically still my favourite depiction of Clark Kent and Lex Luthor, and honestly probably my favourite Lois Lane

Star Trek: various Trek shows. TOS is currently playing a lot in the house, which I have seen all of and adore, but im also a huge TNG fan even though i. havent finished it. haha. Ive also seen most of Voyager and quite enjoyed it. at some point ill get to DS9 probably

The X-Files: another one I havent rewatched in years but think about often. X-Files truly had it all. not a day goes by that I dont think about Jose Chung's from Outer Space. this was the first show to make me physically grind my teeth and scream into a pillow over a slowburn

I have more but these are what I can remember off the top of my head and what I would rewatch! im big into shows and movies so I watch a lottttttt. shoutout to some other shows ive loved like Lucifer, the Mandalorian, Kenobi, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series, Schitt's Creek, The Owl House, Violet Evergarden, and others im sure im forgetting

[chrispuhsalow]

One has to know to be a friend of mine is that I’m a very huge geek., I nonstop talk about comics, movies , and animes.

But what made me one , well let’s go back in time specifically the year 1998, I was a chubby introverted 8 year old kid, my classmates were not bad but I still had a hard time making bonds with them, it was on me, I just love my peace and quiet so much , after class they would ask me to play with them, instead I would choose to walk home and read my books or color my coloring books…

One day after my classes are done there was a newly hobby store opened near my school , namely Comic Quest at this time , Mark a classmate of mine asked me to check out the store with him. Curious , I said yes, what caught my attention, there was these two huge statues by the entrance of the store if I remember correctly it was Spiderman and Superman.

The exterior of the shop was plain but once you went inside Holy Molly , I didn’t understand what was the store so excited about , the interior was very inter galactic, so many string lights , hanged super hero figures , the Music ,dimmed lighted , the walls are full of comics, toys and everything a geek would ever asked for..

It was my first time experiencing a comic book , the covers are so vivid and graphic , I wanted to get every issues and volumes but honestly I’m just an 8 year old , all I could ever afford is 1 copy. While browsing the comic section 1 particular cover stumped me. The New Mutants: Demon Bear Saga

My first step into the world of Marvel, now I can say that my Introduction to the Marvel Universe was not The Avengers, Spiderman or the X-men , it was The New Mutants.

It was such a long time that comics only cost ₱80 - ₱120 that time ,

After purchasing the comic , I dashed home so I could read it immediately. Captivated I was in an instant. Finding out that the main characters are kids with powers!!! but they are not superheroes yet coz they are still in school and training how to control their powers.

One character that really stood out to me is Danielle Moonstar, a Cheyenne … compared to her friends who can Fly like a rocket , or teleport or be a Magma, her power is a double edge sword it can affect her and the people around her. She can telepathically tap into people’s darkest fears and project a vision onto them!! To me how awesome is that using other peoples fear against them …

That jumpstarted my addiction towards Dani Moonstar, I followed her misadventures with her team , going to Asgard becoming a Valkyrie, loosing her powers during M Day coz of that Wanda B*tch, but she still managed to lead her team and finish Missions that the Avengers or the X-men could not even., gaining their title as the Clean-up team…

How I wish I could see her and her friend in the Big Screen kicking butts. No offense to the Fox New Mutants movie , to Blu Hunt she was okay but I want the Kick Ass Dani..

[6loodlvstt]

Unfortunately I never heard of gul but I checked the plot and it’s interesting! I’ll definitely check it out when I have some free time. I don’t mind listening to summaries when I do other things. I enjoy to keep me busy reading/writing most of the time. Rn I’m trying to finish fear and hunger and I get angry every time I die lol. It’s so annoying but I love the vibes of that game. It was inspired by silent hill, berserk and amnesia. Sorry I info-dump a bit too much lol.

I’m glad you had a nice day! How was shopping? I also went out. Well I go out all days but I went to my fav bookstore and fetched a new book so I’m extra happy. And I love hades, I started it some weeks ago. Mythology is such an interesting world and I’m up for it.

I like to draw in my free time but it’s exhausting to work for game class projects. I can’t wait to finish off all this and focus on other projects. Piano is just a tool for be able to write lyrics in the future, or whatever I want. I get easily distracted when I play it but I’m confident that at some point my technique will improve.

The movie came out on February, from what I saw it wasn’t really popular but 100% recommended if you like 80s vibes. It’s an absurdist gothic horror..? Somewhere in the between. Heathers it’s a chef’s kiss. Probably one of my favs too. This reminded me of Little sister (2016), I seriously need watch it. It’s been on my watchlist since forever but I keep forgetting about it. I’m so forgetful.

Also sorry if I replied just now but at the end I decided to go to sleep at 3 am, my head was hurting -🩹

gul is super cool and not a lot of people actually know about it since it was basically lost media for a long long time

i dont sither! i normally play games while i listen yo things or while im working ill turn on some video essays and just listen to that while i work when music gets to be too much ^^

ough i heard fear and hunger was hard, rn im trying to beat dead space again and its not going well for me either lol

shopping was fine me and my mom just went and got groceries and that was it ^^ id love to go to a bookstore again theyre so fun to look around in

ive got like 300 hours in hades all together atp and its been a blast i love it very much and i could never get tired of it, plus greek mythologys always been a super big interest of mine! i love all of it so much and its so fascinating to learn

i used to draw a lot when i was in school since i always sucked at education, being dyslexic and autistic and having adhd really all just pilied and piled on to it so drawing was a giod escape and made me look like i was working on whatever they gave me, and if it wasnt on paper than id just play on my phone to pass the time, i also just used to read manga durong class if i couldnt be on my phone

violin and guitar and really. any. of the instruments i know how to play were for that reason to, i wanted to be a musician for a long long time till my grandmother decided to be a dick to me and i never played anything again :(

ooo it sounds interesting, i think when i have the time to sit and watch something ill check it out :D

its okay i just woke up and its like 11am rn

[canmom]

these videos have been popping up in my recommendations for ages so thanks for the prompt to actually watch them :p

one thing I think is interesting is that it's not necessarily just a case of technology being better, it's partly that modern films just have more people they can throw at things like painting out backgrounds. the example he uses in the second video of a shot in 1917 with a burning church, he talks about how they decided to use a massive array of lamps instead of a greenscreen, and shot the main character out of focus, which made painting out those background elements much more difficult since it made the edges much less clean.

there isn't some new algorithm that we've invented that can solve that case with a button press - chromakey is still the easiest way to get a clean travelling matte. but you can still just do what Tron did back in the 80s, and have someone frame through the video and paint which pixels should be part of the comp and which shouldn't. it probably took a huge amount of hours. still, that was a tradeoff, since having that huge array of lights on the scene made the rest of the composite much easier, since you didn't have to fake the light put out by the huge burning church.

we do have better tech now - more powerful computers, better rendering algorithms, better physics sims, better colour management and grading, and tools like 3D environment scans, camera lenses that supply metadata to aid in matching it in VFX, etc. ...but equally, the CG VFX industry is thousands of times bigger than it used to be, there are a lot more experienced vfx artists in the world who know how to make all this shit work, and it's considered pretty normal to have hundreds or even thousands of people work full time on the vfx for months or years before a movie is finished.

partly it's probably also that the way of thinking about movies is different - layers, composites and nonlinear editing are much easier than they used to be when you had to mess around with scissors and celluloid and multiple exposures. nowadays everything is effectively shot on a multiplane camera. a sentiment you will hear these days is that a camera is a 'data gathering device', which would probably be an incredibly weird framing 20 years ago.

so a movie like Parasite, which is an entirely mundane-setting movie without big dangerous stunts or scifi elements, will still make the upper floor of a house CG just because it's more convenient than building it. and you 100% will not notice where the real house ends and the CG house begins.

cool series. good to see the whole 'CG vs practical effects' dichotomy completely deflated by someone who actually knows how the industry works. (there's some good VFX-related stuff on youtube lately - I appreciated this video by another VFX guy on what made the CG in Attack of the Clones feel unconvincing.)

of course the latest development in the last few years is tech like the 'Volume', where they create the VFX before shooting the actors, and render it in Unreal on a wall of screens around the actors - reprojecting the part that the camera can see to hide the fact that it's all on flat screens. that mainly helps a lot with getting the lighting right, and helping the actors know what they're supposed to be seeing, but it's also very cool and star trek as a concept. studios have been pretty excited to boast about their new toy, so maybe that will stem the tide of 'no CG was used!' rhetoric...

Got linked to these very good videos recently on all the fake branding around "No CGI" and "Practical effects" in big budget movies today - as is no shock to anyone virtually every single claim of "no CGI" in a movie today is just a complete lie (Oppenheimer is the only debatable exception). Jonas is a very good presenter, he respects your intelligence and has a breadth of cinema knowledge that makes this series more than its headline.

Something that I thought was interesting that he alluded to was a cool industry shift that has occurred around the ease of special effects meaning that people involved don't even know they are happening. If you were an actor in a movie in ~2010, and a shot was a "VFX" shot, you would see greenscreens/bluescreens, you would see rigging equipment, you would maybe wear a mocap suit or tracers or something. You yourself had VFX skills, you were part of the project. And audiences learned that too, they learned to expect to see bluescreens or behind-the-scenes footage of those things.

But that is increasingly outdated now - still used for ease or specific shots, sure, but its not necessary. You can completely redo the backgrounds, build rig models for actors, clone objects from the frame, and so on just from the native footage, the tech is that good. So you will sometimes shoot a scene and it will look normal to you, and then be changed in post, you don't even know. At one point he tangents to discuss how marketers will lie about the actors "doing their own stunts", which seems credible to audiences because they know that for stunts you do things like hiding the actor's face or having specific cuts to mask the actor switch. But they don't have to do that anymore! You can just composite the actor's face onto the body of the stunt double, and you don't notice. That old "trick" you had to tell isn't functional, and being used *against* you.

It really reminds me of Dan Olsen's idea of "Bakshi's Vision", where the distinction between an animated film and a live action film becomes too blurry even bother with. Obviously that won't become literally true, but you can see the shape of it more and more.

[thunderheadfred]

🦅Hawks HC’s🦅

This is SO unnecessarily long. Some NSFW. Minors do not interact.

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General

Has zero social life or hobbies outside of work. He knows it’s unhealthy, but like, who has the time?? Oh? Lots of people do?? Haha what are healthy work/home boundaries? He desperately wants to retire and always talks about a world without heroes, but the truth is he would have no idea what to do with himself if he got his way. Take him to a park at midnight and watch him turn into a giant repressed child on a swing. He’ll do a standing-360 and it will be terrifying.

Listens to music way too loud in his headphones to drown out wind noise. Probably half deaf at this point. His musical taste is wild; listening history all over the fucking place. Algorithms have no idea what to do with him.

That visor? It’s prescription. Wow is he far-sighted. He wears glasses. He’s not blind without them (rather the opposite) but they help him see things directly in front of him without massive eye strain. Yeah, he looks really hot in glasses.

Prefers communicating via text. Sometimes it’s a lot of dumb memes, but mostly it’s sincere. He can say what he means when he doesn’t have to put on a public front.

Smokes like a chimney. Self medicates with stimulants. Coffee, tobacco, sugar. Fidgety, likes things in his mouth or hands. Gnashes on toothpicks and popsicle sticks. He really should go back to therapy, huh? His teeth are sparkling white for the cameras but his breath could use some work. Chews gum a lot to compensate, and always does it really loudly with a big shit-eating grin.

Impatient as fuuuuuck. Rude about it. If you take too long doing anything, you’re going to hear a foot tapping. He’ll smile and laugh it off, never ever directly criticize you about it. But lord, the dramatic sighs. He WILL nudge you out of the way and take over in order to finish a task faster, and it’s truly fucking annoying.

LOVES food. Has the metabolism of an actual bird. Will seize upon any excuse to eat. No need to be self-conscious about eating in front of him; he wants you to enjoy it. Steals bites from you and talks with his mouth full. Prefers street food and take-out, usually eats while walking or flying. Sit-down restaurants are an invitation for gawkers.

He’s one of those celebrities that looks way taller on TV. In real life, he’s small and compact. So you’re surprised the first time you see him in person. He has a big head. Literally.

If you’re taller or bigger than him, he does Not Care. He treats everyone like they’re four feet tall, even Endeavor. Everything you do is cute. If you’re actually short, he’s going to carry you around all the time, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Collects big chunky overpriced watches. All the better to tell you you’re late.

Half his clothes are brand fucking new. Sometimes he forgets to take off the tags. (Don’t look at the prices, do NOT) He never seems to wear the same thing twice. He also never seems to go shopping. Brands just give him stuff, and he shrugs and goes “yeah okay.”

The other half of his clothes are old, faded, and patched up. Every item he acquires for himself has deep sentimental value. If you tell him to throw away that nasty ten-year-old pair of frayed cargo pants, be prepared to find out how wrong and evil you are for even suggesting it.

He doesn’t snore; he coos. Loudly. Like a fucking pigeon trapped in a megaphone.

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Dating

Gift-giving is his love language. Bringing your favorite snacks. Leaving novelty magnets on your fridge. He found a copy of that book/game/movie you mentioned like a month ago, don’t you remember? If he has to go out of town on a job, he’ll bring back the ugliest possible souvenir, just to annoy you.

He likes gifting jewelry especially. Covering you in shiny baubles, little golden things. Not expensive, but unusual. Antiques or handmade, even bizarre vending machine crap. Gets really handsy if you wear or show off his gifts.

Since you’re the first person who has given him The Feels, if you are resistant to his advances (like, say, because he’s way too famous and you’re terrified he’s gonna break your heart) he’s going to go fucking nuts trying to woo you. Doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body but will wait as long as it takes for you to come around. He’ll act like he’s cool with just being friends at first, just hanging out, haha. Oh you’re busy today? That’s cool. Inside he’s shrieking like a tea kettle. Go ahead, make him wait.

Don’t bother giving him a key to your place. He’s coming in through the bedroom window or patio door. Just put out a damn welcome mat on your balcony... or a bird feeder.

A bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch you do your normal routine without interruption. He can see from miles away so if you’ve got your lights on at night, he’ll creep for a while before he comes in. It comforts him immensely, seeing a little slice of the world that isn’t constantly in need of saving.

Is super talkative and funny but a terrible communicator. Makes more jokes the worse he feels. Will almost never tell you what he needs. Most of the time, he doesn’t even know. You will learn to read between the lines and gradually notice his tiny unconscious cries for help. Back rubs make him emotional.

He shows up at your place at the weirdest times. All hours. You’re never ready. At first it was infuriating, because you wanted to look your best and have time to prepare, but you figure out pretty quickly that seeing you in your natural state is his favorite thing. He never gets to be around normal people, doing normal things. A boring, lazy afternoon is his idea of paradise.

He’ll pick through your things and ask a world of invasive questions. A medicine cabinet raider. He wants to know every fucking tiny thing about you, live vicariously through you.

He actually lives in a top floor penthouse. Because I mean, where else? Never spends any time there; mostly he seems to roost on the balcony. He has used the front door maybe once. He much prefers your place, and will only take you back to his after months of dating. It’ll take like, an entire emergency. You’ll end up in his bed by mistake.

Because when you finally come over, he’s embarrassed. Its sparse. White. Things in boxes. A new furniture smell. Like he’s not done moving in, though he’s lived there for years. He wants you to move in So Bad but doesn’t want to be pushy. If you don’t start leaving your stuff there, he’ll steal things from your apartment. Where the hell is your favorite t-shirt? Or that pillowcase you like? Dammit Keigo.

He’s a decent cook, a habit he made himself pick up because he thought it might make him feel more normal. It... didn’t. He never actually cooks until you give him an excuse. He’ll bring you breakfast in bed and watch you eat every bite with big hungry eyes.

He’s got a separate wardrobe for his hero costume and all his feathers. Yeah. His feathers. Because he can detach and control his feathers at will, when he’s alone at home he kind of just... shucks off his wings. The first time you see him do it, your eyes fall out of your head. He walks around in a tee shirt and boxers with these ugly little stumps covered in brownish, blood-red down. It actually looks kind of gnarly, like he got mauled by a bear.

He’s never dated until you. No one has ever been in his apartment until you. No one has called him Keigo until you. He has some bigass intimacy issues. Because. Y’know. The trauma. But god, he wants you in his life so bad, even if he has no idea how to make time for your relationship.

He’ll want to keep you to himself for a while. Once you go public he’s going to have an arm around your shoulders at all times. Publicly Displays his Affection way more than is socially acceptable in Japan, and gives precisely -100,000 fucks.

His fans either love you or hate you. There is no in between. He will immediately take your phone and threaten to drop it from a great height if he catches you reading shitty gossip about the two of you. Does NOT care about his public image anymore, doesn’t want YOU to care about it either. He’s gonna retire soon anyway, remember? That’s a lie.

Being a charming motherfucker is the core of his public persona, so you will get jealous. A lot. He will flirt shamelessly without realizing it. He will get photographed in compromising positions with gorgeous people.

Once you accept that he’s basically an actor 80% of the time and that Hawks and Keigo are separate identities, you’ll both feel better. When he comes home (to YOU) and falls over exhausted and stops being Hawks(tm), when he scratches his ass or burps in front of you, when he yells to you from the bathroom, when he groans childishly about his shitty day while laying face-down in your lap, you’ll know you have nothing to worry about. Keigo is all yours.

Boundaries? Never heard of ‘em. He’s either a million lightyears away or he’s glued to your hip. The whiplash is astounding.

Absolutely says “I love you” wayyyyyy to soon. It thrills you but scares you off at the same time, because there’s no way Hawks - The Hawks - can actually mean it, right? (He does)

Rings? Nah. When things get serious, he will make a necklace out of a feather for you, and if you ever take it off, you better be asleep or in the shower. Even then you’re on thin fuckin ice. If you’re not wearing it he knows. He’s never mean about making you put it back on, it just makes him nervous if he can’t feel your heartbeat.

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SPICY CHICKEN NUGGETS

High sex drive. Horny like 25/7. Probably a symptom of having way too much pent up stress.

Often takes care of it himself when he doesn’t have the emotional resources for anyone else, even his S.O. Figures you don’t want him coming on to you as often as he would like to, but he’s too stupid to talk to you about it first. Morning masturbator.

Yes he’s fucked around a lot but he’s not exactly a playboy either. People have always thrown themselves at him, and before he met you he let them do it. Especially when out of town and staying in a hotel. Whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, etc.

He’d never be unfaithful to you though; his loyalty and dedication are frankly a little unsettling. Sometimes you feel like the only thing in his life other than hero work. Teach this man to knit. Make him join a book club. Christ. Anything.

Does in fact have seasonal mating patterns and it’s super embarrassing.

An underwear-sniffing perv. He’ll definitely hump your pillow.

Gets a sick thrill out of breaking in and startling you. Coming up behind you in the dark, sneaking into your bed. It’s probably his worst habit, and even he hates that he does it. If you get better at detecting him he’ll be so proud. Land a slap on him and he’ll be a horny mess.

Dog-whistles at you. Often from rooftops, and you have no idea where he is but you know he’s leering.

He will call you a lot of really stupid pet names. He likes the way you blush when he finds a newer, stupider one. Calls you angel when he’s really far gone.

Likes to scratch you with his stubble until your skin turns raw and sensitive. If it annoys you or hurts a little? Even better. Making you squirm is his new favorite thing. Especially when going down on you. Your inner thighs are always exfoliated.

His cock is average in every respect. This is not a bad thing. He knows how to please you with every totally normal inch of that cock. He has some kind of homing beacon installed on your sensitive spots.

Goes absolutely insane for blowjobs. Any time, any place.

Likes to bend you around in all kinds of positions with an assist from his feathers to hold up an ankle here, an arm there. Get used to floating mid-coitus. It just seems to happen.

Spanky.

His number one priority is making you feel adored and at home in his bed. Ohhhhh he likes to make you smile. But if you encourage him to get pushy and dominant with you, you will have a good, good time.

He’s switchy, and will lose his shit if you initiate or take control. Again, he’s always horny for you, because he can finally let go. Breathe in his direction and he’s hard.

Doesn’t moan much, but Babe, he’s a dirty talker. He’s not smooth or deliberate about it, it’s more like he can’t fucking believe you let him do whatever he wants to you. You like that huh? Like he’s in stages of shock. He’s singing your praises to high Heaven and muttering oh shit oh shit oh shittttttt and laugh-crying as he cums. He never talks about his feelings; he fucks about them.

After. Care. King. He loves pampering and clucking over you anyway, this is simply another excuse to do it. He knows exactly how much water you drink in a day. Can’t take care of himself for shit, but you? You’ll never have a need he won’t try to fill. What’s all that hero work for if not this? Yeah, soak it up. You deserve it.

[writersblog20]

Never alone

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Not my picture. Credits to the maker! Summary: the last two weeks has been very hard for you. You’re feeling depressed but just don’t know why. But luckily Tom’s there for you to help you go through it.

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attack but big fluff ( obviously)

Words: 2K

Never alone

 You strolled through the rainy streets of London to your shared house with your boyfriend Tom, who was currently filming for the Loki series season 2. He’s been away for a while now and even though you missed him like hell, you were doing okay, you were fine, and all of a sudden you were not. You couldn’t pinpoint why or what it exactly was. The only thing was sure, is that you felt like shit. Tom could read you like an open book. Even though you tried to act okay because you didn’t want to worry him while he was filming, he knew. He knew you weren’t feeling like yourself.

Tonight you would videocall with Tom but all you wanted to do was cry and curl  up in bed to just forget the world. You texted Tom, in the afternoon, that you were really tired and just go straight to bed, when you got home, but that it wasn’t something for him to worry about. He had read your text but didn’t respond, which made you actually more depressed and doubtful about everything including your relationship.

You came home and put on all the lights and petted Bobby, who never left your side since the moment you felt like shit. You knew you had to eat something but you just couldn’t stomach it. so instead you put some soft music on and got ready for a hot bath. You tried to relax but you were way to anxious to actually get some rest, so you got out not even after 15 minutes. You tried everything but panic, depression and anxiety took over and it felt like it was the worst day yet. Maybe you should call Tom and tell him about it, you thought to yourself.

You pressed the call button and waited for Tom to answer, but that never happened. You frowned and tears filled your eyes. It was not like he was filming right now because you two would call at this moment. Maybe he just doesn’t want to talk to you, you thought in your mind.

You started to pace around the room, not even hearing the music anymore. Your breath became rapid and you knew it was a panic attack. You sank down with your back against the heather. Your kneels pulled up against your chest , while you tried to hug yourself. And that was the moment when everything just became too much. You started to sob and cry like your life depended on it. Bobby took a seat in your lap and rested his head on your shoulder to give you somehow more comfort. You softly wrapped your arms around the dog and nuzzled your nose into his soft fur.

You were crying so much that you didn’t notice the door opening. Normally Bobby would get up and great the person who would walk through the door, which was in this case Tom. But he stayed with you curling up more against you. Tom’s heart sank when he saw you like this. He knew something was off because you were distant. “Love?” Tom asked softly not wanting to startle you, but he got no response so he walked up to you carefully and crouched down to you, softly touching your knees.

You got startled and looked up to the person who touched you with red puffy eyes. “Tom?” you asked as another pool of tears formed in your eyes. He smiled sympathetically at you. “I got it from here buddy, good job.” He told Bobby and he got out of your lap only to sit right next to you which made Tom smile a little at the little protector. Once Bobby was off of you, you quickly wrapped your arms around Tom as if your life depended on it. He held you tightly while you took a place in his lap on the ground clinging onto him. Tom rocked you softly back and forth while his hand went over your hair. “I’m here now darling, I got you. Your safe now. I got you” He repeated.

He sat with you as long as necessarily and whispered comforting words in your ear while giving kisses on the top of your head. Once you calmed down a bit Tom asked “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours my love?” your glazy eyes met his and you purely saw love in his pool blue comforting eyes. “I don’t even know. One day I was fine and the next I was not and I just don’t know.” he nodded “Why didn’t you tell me, love. You know I’ll always be there for you. You can tell me everything, you know that right?” you nodded and looked down with tears slipping out again. He placed his finger underneath your chin so you would look at him. His finger got a piece of hear out of the way while his palms found your cheeks. His thumb softly brushing away the tears.

“Because I don’t even know why I’m feeling so down and I didn’t want you to worry about it because I don’t know why I’m feeling this.” he nodded and shushed you when he noticed you got worked up again. “I tried relaxing and stuff but it doesn’t work.” You said softly. He nodded again and was thinking of a way to make you feel a little better even if it was just for a minute.

“why don’t we go to town and go sightseeing? You can take your camera and afterwards we get some snacks. How does that sound? I think it’s nice to get out of the house for a minute.” he looked at you hopefully and with a soft smile. You nodded. “You can even photograph me if you’d like” he chuckled a little. Tom loved to take pictures with you but sometimes felt uncomfortable with getting photographed even though he had done it a thousand times.

You got a little smile on your face and softly giggled, which made him smile. He softly kissed your nose, still cupping your cheeks, and after that his lips found yours. It was softly and full of love but it got more passionate from your side. You pressed your body closer to his and he his grip was tight around you. You went with your hand through his hair while you felt his tongue slip in. after a while you pulled back. “I’ve missed you so much.” You said while you rested your head on his shoulder and held him tightly. “I’ve missed you too darling, so much.” He gave you a kiss in your neck.

“Now let’s get your stuff and let’s take a walk.” You nodded and he helped you get up.  “Wait, but what are you doing home? I thought you came back in two weeks.” He smiled at you and softly rubbed your cheek. “I know something was up and I wanted to check on you. I have to get back in 3 days but we’re still on schedule. So I’ll still be back in two weeks.” You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding in. You kissed him on his lips. No words were needed how grateful you were and Tom knew.

You got your camera and purse and walked hand in hand with Tom towards the Big Ben. He the umbrella above the both of you. You started to feel better. Not only because you were out but mostly because Tom was with you. You took photo’s here and there and of course of Tom but only when he didn’t notice. You really did a sightseeing tour with Tom in the late rainy evening, and it felt like you could finally breath again. You knew the feeling wasn’t completely gone but it was a start and it was nice to get out like this.

After two hours of strolling you found a little restaurant like you would find from the 80’s. It really was a retro restaurant. Mostly pink and other pastel colors that glazed the restaurant. “Let’s get something to eat” Tom said and you nodded. You walked inside and you immediately knew this was going to be your favorite place to eat at.

You sat down in a booth and looked at the menu card. There were those big milkshakes that you would see in movies with the cherry on top. While you scanned the menu with a smile on your face, Tom looked up from the menu. Smiling at how beautiful you are. The neon light illuminating your face and that perfect smile that he fell in love with and every time when he saw it. You ordered a milkshake and pancakes, while Tom got fries with a burger.  

They came back with the food and it was absolutely lovely. You shared the milkshake with Tom. He got one straw and you the other, giggling at how romantic and cheesy at actually was but you loved every minute of it. After you both finished Tom took you to your favorite snack store. You know the one where there’s only candy and snacks including a lot of stuff from other countries. You got everything you wanted and strolled back home with Tom.

“Thank you Tom, this really helped and I’m so happy you’re here. I love you.” he squeezed your hand and smiled. “I’m happy I’m here with you too. I love you too so much, that I can’t even put it in words.” You turned around and faced Tom, wrapping your arms around the tall and handsome man, resting your cheek on his chest and inhaling the smell of fresh rain. You felt calm for the first time in a long, long time. He held you tightly and kissed the top of your head. “I’ll always be here no matter what. You’ll never be alone.” He whispered.  You got out of the hug and took his hand again, walking back home.

Tom opened the door and you got inside, placing all the stuff in the kitchen. You shivered a little. “Let’s go change into something more comfy.” Tom said and placed his hand on your back, guiding you towards the bedroom. You got into some sweatpants and a sweater of Tom, who handed it to you with a smile.

You both plopped down on the couch and watched a comedy movie. Your legs over his while he softly massaged them. You got out your sketchbook and started doodling while watching the film. After a while you just wanted to cuddle so you did. Tom laid down so you could get comfy. Your back rested against his chest and he held you tightly while his head rested on the top of your head. You felt safe and comforted.

After a while you got into bed. He started reading a book of poems to you while you rested your head on his chest feeling the rumble of his soft comforting voice. When it was time to get some sleep you just stared at each other for a while. No words were needed you could see everything in each other’s eyes. you crawled towards him and just held him tightly, listening to his heartbeat, the rain that ticked loudly at the window and his soft breathing. It was all so calming. He kissed the top of your head multiple times and massaged your head. You were almost asleep, slowly drifting off, you heard Tom whisper. “I love you so much. I’ll never let you go darling.” You were too tired to respond so you just squeezed your arms which were tightly wrapped around him. you felt one long resting kiss on your head as you felt into a comforting peaceful sleep.  

He waited for you to fall into a peaceful sleep before closed his own eyes with a smile on his face knowing that you were in his arms. Maybe not okay but it’s okay to not be okay. But he will make sure that you’ll never be alone when you’re not okay. It’s a promise that he will never break.

[just-a-little-fan-1793]

Thank you for your answers 💖 Hope you don’t minde if I give you some replies.

1. I’m also glad to not be the only one to enjoy old books as well. I was about between 11 and 13 years old when I started to read classics by myself, but my parents read classic stories to me and my sister since we were very little (not the bloodiest and darker ones, of course 😅). And you worked at a book store? That’s great! Sorry that it have to shut down. I work in a library every tuesday afternoon. I’m only a benevolent worker there, because there are no free places for now, but I’m really happy there.

I love the fav classics you have and well, I do think that The Little Prince is considered as a classic. The Secret Garden is indeed a masterpiece, I totally understand that it’s one of your favourites. Little Women is a favourite of mine as well, I lost count about how many times I reread this classic. I love Charles Dickens as well and David Copperfield is a wonderful story, but my own favourite from Dickens is probably Little Dorrit. And Les Miserables... a masterpiece. My father gifted me a very old edition from this classic, which he found thanks to one of his friends who is an antiquarian. Shall I mention that everyone in my family loves Alice in Wonderland?

As for my own favs... Gosh, good question 😂 First off, I’m a big Jane Austen enthusiast and love each of her novels, even though my favs are Pride & Prejudice and Persuasion. I’m also a big fan of Jules Verne. From time to time in the year, I have a so-called Jules-Verne-Phase, during which I absolutely need to read some of his books. The icons like Around The World In 80 Days or Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Seas, but also Michael Strogoff, Two Year Vacation and some rather unknown tales like César Cascabel, Eight Hundred Leages On The Amazon or Propeller Island. Did you also know that Jules Verne has written a novel called Paris In The Twentieth Century? It was puplished posthume in 1994, because back in his days, it was considered kinda dark... But it’s very accurate on many parts, I’ll admit. I also love Maurice Leblanc and his Arsène Lupin, Alexandre Dumas and especially The Three Musketeers and The Lady Of Monsoreau, the Brontë sisters, Oscar Wilde, Robert Louis Stevenson. And Maurice Druon and his The Accursed Kings, one of the best historic novel series I ever read.

2. I really reccommend Adventures of Tintin, it’s definitely worth it. Although the first three volumes might be a bit difficult to get in (especially the second), it’s definitely worth a shot, as it’s very funny most of the time and sometimes also touching, not to mention full of adventures. The only one were there isn’t an adventure is volume 21, but it is still perfectly funny and despite the lack of “adventure”, it doesn’t matter because on how the story is told. It is considered one of the best and it’s one of my top 3 Tintin volumes. Sadly, the author died before he could finish volume 24. But that one is also selled and it gives a lots of intel on how the author drew and created story and characters. So, if you want and have time, give it a shot. The Spielberg movie adaptation is from my opinion pretty good, as Spielberg took the essense of the original but giving it his own tip as well.

3. I imagine often two kinds of crossovers. But it’s always two or more pieces of fictions mixing together, sometimes the characters of this manga in the universe of this novel, and other times, characters from different works interacting. I love to imagine more complex or touching stories, but often, it’s just for the fun and to laugh. For example, I imagine very often a crossover between Tintin and Black Clover and trust me, I can’t help but laugh imagining the characters of those two completely different works of fictions interacting, can’t help it 😂

1. What are your favourite classics? 2. Do you know the Adventures of Tintin series? 3. Have ever imagined crossovers when you were writing?

Hello there, friend! Thank you so much for the ask and for playing my game! 🥰 These are great questions, and I'd be happy to answer them for you 💖

From this Ask Me Any 3 Questions About Myself Game 🥰

1. What are your favourite classics?

Ooh! This is such a good question. I've really enjoyed the headcanons about Black Clover characters enjoying certain literary classics that you've shared recently, and I'm glad to hear I'm not the only one who enjoys old books! 🥰 To be honest, most of my all-time favorite books are classics. My very first job was at a bookstore, and when I interviewed for the job, the manager asked about my favorite books. His follow up question was "What about a book from this century?" 😂 I scrambled a little but eventually thought of some. I do like more modern books too! 😅 [A/N: Working in a bookstore was a great job! Sadly the store closed down and is now a grocery store. I feel a little sad whenever I drive past it... 🥺 Also, I work in a STEM field now, so reading and writing is more of a creative outlet for me these days]

I've tried to narrow down my favorites to a top five list for you (not necessarily in this order except for the #1 spot. The Secret Garden has been my all-time favorite book since I was a kid), but there are so many good ones out there!

The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Little Women by Louisa May Alcott

David Copperfield by Charles Dickens

Les Miserables by Victor Hugo

The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry or Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol (if The Little Prince is too modern to be considered a classic)

2. Do you know the Adventures of Tintin series?

I have heard good things about it, but I've never read any of it, unfortunately. I've seen a movie adaptation but having never read the series I can't say how accurate an adaptation it was or not. 😅 It seems like a wholesome story from what I know of it though. Is this a series you would recommend?

3. Have ever imagined crossovers when you were writing?

Absolutely! More than I'd probably care to admit, actually. 😅 My sisters and I have always come up with the most random and most bizarre crossovers. [Some of our crossover ideas have been going on for so long they have a lot of lore and are too complex to explain to our friends at this point 😂]. Crossovers can be very fun to think about, but I've never seriously written one down before, besides during some silly writing games (like "Scrolls of Nonsense") my sisters or friends and I play from time to time.

My favorite kinds of crossovers are character-centric since there are definitely lots of characters I would absolutely love to see interact with each other if that was possible. One of my sisters has come up with some really hilarious and unexpected character combinations over the years, and it's so odd because I'll sometimes think of two characters from two wildly different things as "friends" even if they've never actually met (and had no possibility of ever meeting)! 😅

[godlygreta]

would that i | j. m. kiszka

title | would that i

summary | nobody was surprised when you and josh landed at the same college. and nobody was especially surprised when you two finally got together.

warnings | fluffy shit. kissinnnn. confessions of love. years of pining. minor drug and alcohol use is implied, but not explicit.

word count | 3.1k+

author’s note | i would die for sunshine boy joshua. what a sweet baby. my heart only yearns for him more with this fic. and i think i write so much college au’s because i’m in college myself lmao. enjoy !! via x

❝with the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet,

like the ashes of ash, i saw rise in the heat,

settled soft and as pure as snow

i fell in love with the fire long ago❞

It had been almost five years since freshman year when the pair became inseparable. They had almost every class together every single year, besides senior year. Y/N had taken more classes tailored to her future major in English, whereas Josh focused more on Film classes, some of which were offered through the college. “You two didn’t want to separate or anything?”

“No,” Y/N started, “Josh will never be able to properly function without me doing his laundry every weekend.”

“It’s true, I'll simply perish without her.” It was factual. The laundry part more than anything. Josh would do just fine, but who would do his laundry? Certainly not him. He sucked at anything that had to do with household chores. Always has since Y/N has known him. His mother was so shocked when he brought her home and she helped out with dishes after dinner was finished. She made a comment to Josh later, telling him she was always welcome and that they might trade him for her.

Packing for college was stressful for both of them. Mostly Y/N because she was packing for both of them. “You know you could fucking help.”

“I could, but I would get too distracted and end up with almost nothing. Plus, I don’t need a lot. I need like… two outfits and then I’ll be good.”

“Josh,” his eyebrows raised quickly. She quickly quipped, “I am not letting you go to college with two outfits. You need at least 5 of everything so you can cycle through it.”

Packing was less stressful after that. Y/N was surprised when she woke up in Josh’s bed the next day and saw his suitcase already packed, a note left on it. It had said he finished packing after she fell asleep while watching one of the seven 80’s movies they had seen together a million times over. There was also breakfast waiting for her downstairs whenever she was ready. She walked downstairs to see Josh, chef’s apron and all, making blueberry pancakes. “You have awoken.”

“I have, and before noon! And you packed? The world must be turning upside down.” She joked, walking over towards Josh and sitting next to the bowl of pancake batter on the counter. It was a common thing to see in the Kiszka’s kitchen, Josh cooking and Y/N sitting on the counter reading the instructions to him. He mainly had her do that so it seemed like she was contributing even though she wasn’t really doing anything besides sitting there and looking beautiful. Josh would never tell her that though.

He never would admit it to anyone but himself, but he had fallen head over heels for Y/N a long time ago. There was a specific incident where he remembers that that was sort of the “holy fuck I’m in love with you” moment. There was a moment while in sophomore year. She played soccer and always went to practice with Jake. They went to every one of their games, even if that meant traveling at least an hour and a half to see either one of them. Y/N made it to every single one of Jake’s games, as did the Kiszka’s when Y/N had a game.

But there was a specific moment during one of Y/N’s games. She made the last goal of the game, she ran around the field with her teammates before coming up in the stands and hugging Josh and then Jake. Papa Kiszka gave her a congratulatory kiss on the cheek and a big ‘ol squeeze. Every member of the Kiszka family made Y/N feel like one of their own. And the sheer amount of happiness in her face and love in her eyes made Josh fall in love. It was so innocent and sweet. He blushed when she hugged him again and later fell asleep on his shoulder on the way back home from the game.

He wasn’t sure how Y/N had felt, but he knew that until she said something about it, he wouldn’t do anything with his feelings. He didn’t want to ruin the friendship the pair had. They had something that wasn’t worth risking everything for. At least, not at the moment. Especially because college was right around the corner. Y/N would go to a ton of parties and meet new people and surely fall in love with someone there. Josh would just be supporting from the sidelines, trying to learn how he’s gonna cope with seeing her with somebody else.

He had to learn fast. Within the first couple weeks, Y/N had a date. His name was Michael. Josh did not like him one bit. He was too cocky -- too full of himself for Y/N. Every conversation somehow led back to Michael, making everything about him. Y/N didn’t see it though. She never did. She was so blind that it took almost six months for her to realize what a shitty person he really was.

“I didn’t like seeing you with him anyways.” Josh spoke, Y/N’s body laid on his bed, head in his lap as he played with her hair. “He was a dick and nothing but. I fucking hated him, so much. Every time he touched something in my dorm room I wanted to disinfect it right away.”

“I remember that one time you whispered to yourself when he did. I pretended not to hear it, but I did.” She looked up at him before looking back at a poster on the wall.

“What did I say?” He asked, pausing playing with her hair before returning to it when she began to speak again.

“You said ‘The stapler’s been compromised’. I swear to God I thought about it later and almost died of fucking laughter. I’m so shocked I didn’t laugh right then and there.” He could listen to her laugh forever. It was a heavenly sound.

“You should have, it was hilarious. I’m funny.” Their friendship regained normality after Michael was gone. They went out for coffee every Tuesday, Josh sat through Y/N’s piano practices. It all became so normal - so mundane, so them. Y/N and Josh had become Y/N and Josh again.

During piano practice though, Y/N would teach Josh bits and pieces of whatever she was studying at the moment. However, at the same time, Y/N fucked around at piano practice so much when Josh was around. While they were there at eight o'clock at night, Y/N started playing “Bella’s Lullaby” from the Twilight movies just to piss Josh off. “Oh fuck off, Birdie.”

Birdie was a nickname Josh had given to her after he had met her grandmother. Her nickname was also Birdie. He swore they were basically the same person in two bodies. She had such an old soul, it was one of the infinite things he loved about her. “Haven’t you heard this shit enough?”

“No. And it’s actually a good song, if you even cared to listen to it.”

“I have! 17 times in the past two fucking weeks, Birdie. I’m Twilight-ed out.” She chuckled at him before being serious, actually practicing. She was nervous for the orchestra performance she was in for college. It was a heavy weight to bear, being their sole piano player. “We should head back,” he spoke, the clocking presenting that it was almost eleven o’clock already. 

“You need to get some sleep. You’ve got to practice more and I have a test before lunch.”

“Yeah you’re right.” They left together. Normally, Josh would walk her back to her dorm but she was almost falling asleep while walking. “You don’t mind me sleeping at yours?”

“We’ve shared a bed for four years now, you think I’m gonna have a problem with it now?” He chuckled, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She grabbed his hand, as she always did and left it at that. He had given her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers to wear to bed. He turned around while she changed, letting her climb into bed first. His classes were earlier than hers were. He wrapped his arms around her waist as he always did.

In the morning, there was another note with a muffin next to it. Josh had said he was going off to class and wouldn’t be back until he was done with lunch. He’d text her before he would end up back at his dorm room. She had memorized where everything was in his room, finding everything that she needed. She found one of Josh’s journals, he was known to write down some good movie ideas in them. She cleaned up his room, putting his journals at the front of his bookshelf.

After cleaning, she made herself comfortable in Josh’s bed, taking a nap so she was awake by the time he came home from class. Josh, though, had come back earlier than expected. He walked in to see Y/N sleeping on his bed, mouth slightly open, the covers only around her waist as her arms were above her head. He chuckled before covering her back up, blanket just under her armpits. He used the time while she was napping to study some more for one of his Film and Literature classes. But when she woke up, she scurried off to class, texting Josh about a party she wanted him to attend with her. Josh had never really done parties. He had always been the type to get alcohol and drink it by himself or with Jake, Sam and Danny.

He was nervous, to say the least. He didn’t even know what he was supposed to wear. Or if he was supposed to bring his own alcohol or if it would be provided. Nonetheless, he went. For Y/N. He wanted to show her that he was cool and didn’t always need to party with his brothers to have a good time.

A second into the house and he was already ready to go. Josh was very much so a people person, do not get that twisted. Josh just didn’t usually like partying because the music they played wasn’t what he wanted to hear when he was drinking. He wanted to be able to listen to the music he did growing up, not what was necessarily popular on the radio. It wasn’t his scene or his style. But he put up with it for Y/N.

Drinks were consumed, weed was smoked, party games were played. Everyone had found out about Josh and Y/N’s long friendship, asking if things ever progressed from there, to which both of them answered “no”. Not that Josh would have minded if anything did. He stayed as long as she did at the party, trailing behind her. They were both crossed out of their minds. “You can stay at mine this time because my roommate went home for break.”

“You want me to sleep over?” He asked, a smile never leaving his face.

“I would love for you to sleep over, Joshua Kiszka.” She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a hug.

“I would love to sleep over, Y/N Y/L/N.” And so he did. He giggled walking up the stairs to her dorm room, accidentally banging into the corner of the wall before making it to her room. They both laughed, but were soon quieted by the fact that they couldn’t get caught. Her room was a bit messy, mostly from studying for finals. She hadn’t had time to clean it before the party. She also didn’t anticipate staying with Josh, but she always loved his company.

She changed in front of him, taking off her shirt as best as she could in her state. She ended up needing Josh’s help, giggles filling the room. She puts her sleeping shirt on all by herself, which just so happened to be the one Josh let her borrow that morning. “I wish all of my shirts smelled like you, Josh. You smell so good.”

“Thank you,” he laughed a little harder than he probably should have, but he was so fucking high out of his mind, he didn’t care. “You look good in my shirts.”

“You think I look pretty like this?” She asked, shoving the hem of his shirt towards him, making the absolute dumbest face Josh had ever seen her do. The pair laughed, Josh sitting on the edge of her bed and her sitting next to him.

“You always look pretty.” There weren’t even enough adjectives to begin to describe the true weight of how beautiful she was to Josh. Time had slowed everything down even more than the drugs did. It felt like they were staring at each other’s lips for hours, but it was mere seconds. Josh cleared his throat, “We should probably go to bed.”

“Um, yeah. That’s a good idea.”Neither of them talked about what happened that night. Partially because some bits of the night had holes in it, and the other half because they didn’t know what the other thought about the situation. Things carried on as normal and the first year of college was completed without any other issues or hiccups.

The second year was a bit more fun for the two. They had gotten an apartment together off campus, a two bedroom and one bath. It was so easy, seamless, moving in. There were no problems, it seemed as if the pair had always lived together. The tv in the living room was logged onto all of Y/N’s streaming service apps, plants had been homed everywhere possible. They had even agreed to get a pet to keep it cozy - more like home. A hamster had been shared between the two. It was named Stuart Little, even though Y/N protested that it didn’t make sense. “Stuart Little is a fucking rat, Joshua, not a fucking hamster.”

“They’re both fuzzy little creatures.”

“Fine,” she threw her hands up and walked out of Josh’s room. “I don’t care what you name it. It’s fully yours. I’ll get my own and name it something normal!”

“Birdie, Hamlet is a fucking ridiculous name for a hamster too!” He shouted through the apartment. It elicited a laugh from Y/N, but she wouldn’t allow him to hear her. She stifled it with her sleeve and began cleaning up the apartment a bit. He called out from his room, “What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m tired of takeout. Can we make something?” She asked, sitting on the counter, legs crossed.

“By we do you mean me?” He asked, coming out of his room and into the kitchen. He checked in the fridge to see what they had. It was next to nothing. “Well, whatever you wanna have we need to get stuff from the grocery store.”

A safe food: mac n cheese. But not your regular Kraft mac n cheese, no. That would be too simple, and still somehow Y/N would manage to burn it. Josh insisted they make it from scratch, using multiple kinds of cheeses in there as well. “You want mac n cheese? You’re getting the good shit, not fucking boxed mac n cheese. What’re you a fucking mongrel?”

“No, Josh, I’m lazy.” She stole some of his freshly shredded cheese, hopping off the counter and going into the fridge. “We’ve got some leftover wine from your parents. Want me to pour us a few glasses?”

“Yes please.” He spoke, busy with the cheeses. Y/N had poured two glasses, giving Josh his with his free hand. “Thank you.”

Dinner was consumed, almost an entire bottle of wine was drunk. Laughter erupted from the living room, Y/N’s legs over Josh’s lap, head on his shoulder when she wasn’t laughing. It all came to a halt - a relaxation, stillness. It was comfortable. “You know, I think that was the best mac n cheese I’ve had.”

“Rocked your world, didn’t it?” She rolled her eyes, pushing his face so he wasn’t looking at her.

“That was gross, don’t ever say that again.” She got up from the couch, grabbing his glass of wine and taking it into the kitchen. She washed the glasses before putting them back where they belonged. Thunder started and rain began to pour from the sky. “Mmm,” she hummed, the smell of rain beginning to fill her nostrils.

“I didn’t know it was supposed to rain today,” he said, coming up to stand next to her in the kitchen. 

“Me either. I’m not complaining though.”

“You never complain when it rains. I like to think you were born during a thunderstorm.” She chuckled, bringing her arms to her chest.

“Here,” he said, removing his sweatshirt from his body. “If you’re cold.”

“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, just above a whisper, muted by the sound of the thunder crack. She could listen to the rain forever, on an endless loop. Just as Josh could stand next to her forever, watching it with her. “Can I say something?”

The air felt heavy, but not in an uncomfortable way. She turned around, her ass against the counter, facing Josh. He nodded in response to her question, coming in front of her. She could tell him anything. In every lifetime, she was sure she was always going to be able to tell him anything.

“I… I don’t think I want to be friends anymore.” Her head hung low, scared to look into his eyes. Scared of what it might do.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, confused.

“I think you know…” Her voice was so low, it went almost unheard. She picked at the skin of her fingers before looking back up at Josh. Her eyes flicked to his lips. He caught on surprisingly quickly. His hands cupped her face and brought her closer to him. He kissed her like his life depended on it. Her lips were like water and he had not drunk in a thousand days. Her hands found their way into his hair, like they had been a thousand times in an entirely different setting.

The world spun, time stopped - all the other cliche things imaginable. It felt like a fucking fairytale. The happy ending. The underdog wins the girl. 

“I’ve been wanting to do that since sophomore year.” Josh spoke, slightly out of breath.

“You have? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“And risk losing you? You are my best friend, my greatest treasure. I couldn’t imagine being without you. I would’ve rather suffered than be without you. Knowing you, being with you, in any capacity is like heaven itself. I never want to be without you.” Her heart swelled.

“You never will.”

[b-ckstagepass]

dating pedro pascal headcanons

(this includes brief mentions of sexual activities but nothing explicit or detailed. also, forgive any misspellings lol)

- is his love language physical touch? It could be. He’s very into randomly hugging you, holding your face before he kisses you, resting his head on top of yours or on your shoulder, resting his hand in your thigh, playing with your hair, rubbing your back, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and softly running his nose up and down your neck

- the man likes to party (obviously not during the pandemic). he likes to drink and sing out loud and dance obnoxiously. so the two of you are often found in parties when Saturday night arrives - be it nightclubs, movie premieres, pubs or a friend’s birthday

- speaking of friends, Pedro has a lot of them and they all love him very much. Which means they eventually become your friends as well bc of many double dates, Sunday brunches, parties, group trips and lazy afternoons hanging out together

- he doesn’t strike me as someone who owns a LOT of clothes, like you’d expect from a celebrity. I feel like he only shops when he needs something or wants something specific, but I think he really wouldn’t mind (and would actually love) when you wear something of his

- if you don’t already speak Spanish you’ll definitely end up learning it because he uses words and expressions in Spanish very often. he also loves whispering them in your ear. If you speak another language that he doesn’t, he’ll end up learning some of it from you as well

- I feel like he enjoys making comments while watching movies. Not full on talking and discussing things bc he wants to hear everything and pay attention, but maybe thinking out loud a little bit

- he loves praising you and showing you off. If you’re dressed up for some reason or do something different to your hair, if you finish your degree or get a promotion at work, if you cook/bake something nice or create any kind of art, he WILL shower you with compliments and tell everyone about it with a smile on his face

- he likes it when you play with his hair while he rests his head on your chest or lap when he’s tired/upset. in these situations, he also loves lying together in bed or on the couch with his head between your shoulder and your neck

- he strikes me as someone who takes forever to get up in the morning so I suppose he’d also try to convince you to stay in bed longer. his techniques include hugs, cuddling, kisses, whining, making promises (I’d you stay just ten more minutes I’ll do your dishes after breakfast) and eventually trapping you between his arms while he very lightly bites or nibbles on your shoulder

- one of his favorite pastimes is reading a book or a script sitting on the couch with your legs resting over his thighs as you read a book as well. he’d absentmindedly rub his hands over them over and over and over again because he finds it relaxing (hair or no hair, he doesn’t care)

- if there’s a big age gap between the two of you it’s not really noticeable on day to day basis because he can be quite childish. however, once in a while, something will come up in conversations that will remind you of the difference (like when he mentions a movie or something that happened before you were born and you’re like “????? what”, or you’ll mention you love a movie or an artist that he won’t really “get” because he wasn’t the target audience when it came out)

- that being said, if you’re into 70’s and 80’s music, it’ll be something to bond over and it’ll be much easier to pick a playlist to listen to in the car bc those are his favorite (in my headcanon lol)

- road trips! long weekends at a beach house! travels to Europe! visiting his family and friends in Chile! exploring South America! weekends in a cabin on the mountains! he loves traveling and getting to see the world with you (even if he has already seen some of it on his own before)

- I don’t want to go into details but the sex is amazing. amazing. the kind that makes you think “was what I had before even considered sex???” (if you had other partners before) bc he’s just THAT good at reading your reactions and treating you right

- he’s very outspoken about his beliefs and values so I believe you’d be on the same page about that. he loves that he can share his life with someone whose beliefs align with his so well and who he can vent to when the world feels overwhelming

- something tells me he’s not the best at picking gifts for other people, so when your birthday or anniversary comes up I think he’d probably choose experiences like a couple’s massage or a really nice dinner under the stars somewhere beautiful or a helicopter ride over the beach during sunset or a scavenger hunt or something very specific you once mentioned like five months ago

- he’s very funny and also laughs very easily so the two of you are always cracking each other up

- also, the amount of silly selfies together or alone in each other’s phones… don’t even get me started. one of them is set as the wallpaper on his phone.

- his bedtime routine includes: lying down face to face with you, laying a hand across your cheek to pull your face closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead and nuzzling his nose agains yours as a silent way to wish you a good night

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Actually, here’s a list of things I have seen with these two that I’m willing to write fics for:

EDIT: There’s also a list of ships I’ve written or drawn art for that you can pick from if that makes it easier for you.

EDIT: I've updated some things on here

Movies/shows I’ll write and draw content for:

-Bright Young Things (I'll write Miles and Ginger, I just hate drawing them so don't expect much of that)

-Good Omens

-Broadchruch

-Prodigal Son

-Hamlet (David’s)

-Apostle

-Doctor Who (This includes the Big Finish characters David has, except the N*zi one, fuck that guy, he gets nothing ) 

-Gracepoint

-Underworld

-Around the World in 80 Days

-Twilight

-Fright Night

-Rab C Nesbitt (Davina, my beloved)

-Gallowglass

-Takin’ Over the Asylum 

-Dolittle

-Blackpool

-The Adventurer

-Tron: Legacy

-Far From the Madding Crowd

-Learners

-What We Did On Our Holiday

-Camping (just an episode and clips, holy shit, this show is bad. Walt deserves to be in a better show)

-30 Rock (just the episodes with Michael)

-Nativity 2

-Passengers

Movies/shows I have seen but I won’t write anything for the characters (art might be possible if it’s just single characters):

-Ducktales (not unless if someone makes a really good villain oc based on a character Michael would totally play in this series)

-Actually, anything animated with these two I won’t write, but I’ve seen a number of animated things with David in them and, like, two things with Michael

-Jessica Jones (Kilgrave pisses me off in the best way, but I don’t want to write for that guy)

-Des (for very obvious reasons)

-Blood Diamond (my DVD is so fucked up that it’s pointless for me to even try)

-Harry Potter (for very, VERY obvious reasons, which sucks cause his character is interesting, but JKR pisses me off too much to touch Barty)

-Heart to Heart

-Criminal: UK

-Einstein and Eddington

-Casanova

-Richard II

-United

-The Damned United

-Sandman

-Masters of Sex (I used to write stuff for this, but I'm too uncomfortable to do it anymore)

Show that I will NOT write for:

-Staged (RPF isn’t my thing, but I’ll happily continue to draw dumb toon doodles based on scenes.)

-Just RPF of David and Michael in general. Again, RPF is not my thing at all, please respect that. If you like it, great, but it's not for me. I will not respond if you send me an ask requesting it.

-This includes irl people that Michael and David have played, it starts to get weird when I think too much on it

Here are the ships I’ve written/drawn for on this account, so far: 

-Lucian/Peter

-Vincturi (Aro/Peter)

-Aro/Lucian

-Aro/Lucian/Peter

-Ineffable Spouses

-Adventure Husbands

-Illogical Husbands (no longer writing this, please don't ask for it)

-Martin/Hardy

-House (Doctor Who)/Doctor (both 10th and 14th)

-Aziraphale/Phileas

-Miles/Ginger

-Campbell/Joe

-Hollywood Husbands

-Aro/Doctor

-Malcolm/Doctor

-Lucian/Doctor

-Malcolm/Phileas 

-Lucian/Hardy

-Lucian/Phileas

-Ten/Castor

-Castor/Arthur

-Arthur/Doctor

-William Boldwood/Phileas

-Wesley Snipes/Chris (White Bread Husbands)

-Thorne/Peter

-Hollywood Husbands/James

-Peter/Arthur

-Lucian/Spriggan Tenth Doctor

-Malcolm/Spriggan Tenth Doctor

-Thorne/Roderick

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BTS realizing that they love you (Maknae Line)

Warnings: None

Jimin

Anyone who knows Jimin also knows that he pours love into others like he harvests it inside himself. He would pay extra attention to every tiny detail, every lift of lips, every gaze, every inaudible sigh; and make sure that he breaks apart another tiny piece of his soul and and give it away just to fix the other person.

You had been around him for a year now and you could not help but feel like the universe owed him for it, like the balance of the earth was tattered because Park Jimin gave way more than he was prepared to receive.

So, despite being difficult with touch, you would often initiate it with him. You would make sure he was looked after on days he wanted and had space when he would seek his own company. Your actions were often silent but Jimin noticed.

He noticed when after a night of relentless practice, he crashed on the couch; legs unable to carry him to the bedroom that had seemed too far away then- and heard you enter the house.

He noticed when your cold palm laid softly against his forehead, checking if he was alright; your scent enveloping him like a warm hug. And when you pulled back and suddenly he felt your hands move to his feet, taking off his shoes and socks. Then, how you traced the calluses on his feet, from all the dancing and how you hitched your breath noticing the fresh new blisters. He also felt when you left him there as you adjusted the temperature of the room and covered his body with a blanket and returned with your hands now oiling his feet- fingers running along each contour, putting pressure at all the right places, pausing on the fresh marks.

And maybe it was the tiredness of the day or the fact that this simple action was so intimate that he felt tears fall down his cheeks as he finally opened his eyes and looked at you still focused on massaging his feet and in that moment he just knew- all the love he had given had come back to him.

Taehyung

After a day of touring around the city of Stockholm, visiting all the museums, galleries and castles you and Taehyung had marked, you both were now drunk off the beauty you had witnessed. It was rare for the two of you to be able to do something like that in public- just be a couple.

If somebody asked him, Taehyung would stop time right then and there, knowing completely well that you both will be travelling back to Korea the next day and everything will once again fall into the routine of stealing glances and begging for more time. He liked this moment right now, he thought as he looked at you as you held onto his arm pointing to something in the distance.

Taehyung often wondered why you were putting up with his baggage. You were smart, beautiful, kind and successful- you could have a normal relationship with anyone you wanted, someone who would not be busy for 350 days out of 365, someone who could give you more of such days as that.

His thoughts were still all over the place when a camera flash broke them and he saw you lowering the polaroid, smiling fondly at the result, and he smiled. He would not let his mind ruin this for now. So he looped his hand into yours and dragged you towards a group of musicians playing on the streets.

You immediately recognized the song and your eyes locked with your boyfriend's and he knew what you were thinking. "Not here, Y/N", he said unconvincingly and it did not even reach you because you were already deep into the song.

"You're just too good to be true

Can't take my eyes off of you..."

You continued singing loudly alongside the musicians, your hands acting like a mic. The singer in the relationship was standing right there, showing off his beautiful boxy smile watching you.

As the song picked up its tempo, he joined you, pulling you close- you both over exaggerating every line, every move, every hand gesture as you sang

"I love you, baby

And if it's quite alright

I need you, baby..."

As the song finished, everyone around cheered loudly, making you blush. Taehyung noticed it and pulled you flush against his body, gesturing towards the audience with his hand as if saying thank you. Your gazes locked and he dipped down to your ears, whispering like a lover from the 80s, "I am in love with you, baby" and you swore to yourself that you could wait 364 days more just to hear him say those words again on the 365th.

Jungkook

For Jungkook, love was grand. Love was picking up your lover and kissing them in the rain, it was understanding each other without words, it was flowers, stars and red lipstick. It was moments that poets talked about for years, and what all love songs described it as.

The first time he met you, he didn't feel anything. You did not make his heart race or any gravity that pulled him towards you, neither did he hear any stupid bell. But after being engulfed by your presence for 7 months and finding you gone one day, he had an intense hunger for your eyes on him. He turned the world upside down to find you and had never let go since.

Like all his preconceptions about love, Jungkook had thought that the moment he realized that he was in love with you, it would be surreal and almost movie like. But there he was in the elevator, his hands scrolling through his conversation with you trying to find a specific song he remembered you had sent him. As he read through the messages, noticing the gentle and slow growth of the relationship you both now had, his mind played all the moments like a flashback of his life. How you would tiptoe in his room at night and spoon his big body with your smaller one, gently grazing his arms as if soothing a child. Or how you had travelled miles to hold his hand as he finally released his first mixtape. And when you had planned a birthday surprise for him but had fallen asleep waiting for his shoot to be over yet never complained or how you kissed his forehead telling him that everything will be okay.

And Jeon Jungkook knew, he loved you- he had loved you since the moment he could not even talk to you but had to ask you the name of your perfume because it felt like home to him.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jungkook ran through the parking, his large bag on his back. He looked at his driver waiting for him with Jimin already in the back of the car but he grabbed the keys for another car knowing well he had to look into your eyes and tell you what he had just realized.

"Where are you going, Jungkook-ah?", Jimin called out to him.

"Home".

[emwritesstuff]

as the world caves in | ch. 9 | bucky barnes x reader

synopsis: You are a ghost story. A former Air Force pilot who had her plane shot down by Germany in 1945, but here you were in 2023, alive and frozen in your 25-year-old body.

You haven’t seen Bucky since the 1940’s, before his fall, before you went on a suicide mission only to come back alive. You aren’t sure reliving those memories – and being a living memory of everything the man has lost – is the best for him.

But you and Bucky won’t be apart for long.

This will loosely follow the plot of TFATWS - so spoilers ahead, specially regarding episode six (finale). Thread carefully!

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notes:  thank you everyone for your patience with this chapter. I'm dropping this lil shortie so we can get the story moving. Let's go! (warnings: lil' fluff, lil' angst) (word count: 3K) nine: records

Bucky knocked on your door a few weeks later.

It was late, and you were snug in your pajamas, winding down after a long day. With your identity no longer a secret, the government was in the midst of transferring you to something more… hands-on, and definitely less diplomatic, you were assuming; so much for retirement, but you figured 30 years of it had been more time than you could’ve anticipated.

You almost didn’t hear the soft rapping on wood over Vera Lynn’s mellow singing.

When you finally opened it, you found him standing there, wearing tired eyes and a dark coat. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late, but I started walking and I—"

“When I said you’re welcome anytime, Bucky Barnes, I meant any time.”

A tiny fraction of a smile was offered your way, and you grasped it tight against your heart at the same time you do his hand, pulling him inside.

His fingers lingered on yours, but before you could start thinking about it he pulled away, taking a seat at the edge of your couch. “I finished it. The book.”

Bucky answered your question before you could ask it. “I just came from there. The last one– the last name.”

“Well. Are you alright?” You sat next to him, your knee knocking against his, and his gaze went from the floor, to the spot where your legs touched, and then to you. He knitted his eyebrows, seeming a little incredulous you were even asking.

“I will be.” His hands intertwined on the space between his knees, and you placed a hand ton his shoulder, getting him to look at you again.

“Yes, you will. Do you want to talk about it?”

One corner of Bucky’s lip raised up, and he shook his head. “Is that Vera Lynn?”

You smiled, turning to look at your record player as if Vera herself was sitting next to it. “It is. Takes me back, I guess.”

“It’s all we’d listen to at the front.”

Nodding, you wondered for a second if Bucky remembered dancing to We’ll Meet Again the night before he was shipped off. Even if you weren’t the only girl he had danced with then, you still asked yourself if that memory was burned on his mind as it was on yours.

We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when. A short-term promise, made back then by hopeful lovers, friends, family members; you had no idea that those lyrics would prove themselves so literal when you and Bucky mouthed them at each other in the middle of a dancefloor.

You let out a breathy chuckle, standing up and beckoning him to where you kept the rest of your vinyl. “Come on. Vera’s starting to feel a little too nostalgic to me.”

Your record collection was pretty extensive, ranging from things of the good ol’ days from the special editions that were still being released nowadays. Bucky joined you on the floor, and together you started to make your way through decades eternized in discs.

“Marvin Gaye.”

You look up from The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust, finding Bucky making a face at the album he was holding. “It’s really good. Do you want to—”

“No. No more Marvin Gaye.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “You don’t like him?”

“I like Marvin Gaye! Jesus. Marvin is good—Marvin’s jus’ fine,” Bucky rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, and you finally understood.

“Sam’s been preaching you the word of R&B to you too, huh?”

You giggled at the tired look he gave you and silently took Trouble Man out of his hands, stuffing it back with the rest of the 1970’s.

Years ago, Bucky would be delighted to dive headfirst in the new – your trips to countless science fairs and expositions were enough proof of that – but looking at him now, knowing him as you were starting to once again, you figured that just a dip of the toes was more than enough.

You pulled Frank Sinatra from the 1950’s section.

“I know Sinatra.”

“Do you now?”

You put the record on your player, and Vera Lynn’s longing gave way to Sinatra’s swagger and jazz.

“Do you?” Bucky teased, frowning at the most recent items in your collection. As soon as Frank’s voice filled the silence, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s nice.”

“I do know him! Or did. Met ‘im in 1962.” You plopped next to Bucky, who was shaking his head. “What?”

“Show off.”

“No, just been around. Met people on the way. And, you asked.” Your smirk grew into a grin as Bucky mouthed your words back at you. Then his face fell for a second, and your amusement was quickly replaced by worry. “What is it?”

“Nothing, I guess – I guess I just missed a lot.” The same way one of the corners of his lips tug on his cheek again in his attempt of a smile, melancholy tugs at your heartstrings. “I missed out on everything. And I missed out on you.”

Bucky’s head was low as he spoke and you could see the tremble of his hands, even though he clutched one of your records tightly. Nina Simone, 1960’s.

“M’not going anywhere, you know.”

“You still lived an entire lifetime—”

“I did, yes, thank you for constantly reminding me that I’m over 100 years old.” You shook your head at him, sighing softly when he chuckled.

You couldn’t blame him, for clinging to every bit of past he’d missed while he was in HYDRA’s clutches – you knew that was inevitable, but you wished that such sorrow wasn’t so related to you.

“What are you doin’?” He asked as you summoned a small stool from the side of your shelf and stepped on it.

“I want to show you somethin’.” The thing you were looking for was stored at the very top: a heavy, brown leather suitcase that almost made you lose your balance when you pulled it from the spot it had been sitting in for—honestly, years, many of them.

The contents of the suitcase rattled as you climbed down and sat next to Bucky again. Sinatra still playing, telling his lover I've got you under my skin, I've got you, deep in the heart of me;

You almost laughed from the truth and irony of it.

I'd tried so, not to give in

I said to myself this affair never will go so well

You unlocked the suitcase, revealing the gathered memories inside. Pictures, movie tickets, theater playbooks, receipts, trinkets. All souvenirs of the 80 something years of your life Bucky hadn’t been there to see.

Not organized in the slightest, the keepsakes of your life were tossed together and out of order just as in your memory: photographs of you in uniform, and sometimes in party dresses; of when you bought your house; of the few times you had pets. Posing next to famous people and other important ones whose names weren’t as well known by the world.

As you and Bucky went through each of them, you added a story or an explanation, sometimes both, to fill him in on the details of your life events. He laughed at some, frowned at a lot, stared at you intently for all of them.

“Is this Berlin?”

You hummed, nodding. “1989. That party was great.”

“Party?” Bucky knitted his eyebrows in surprise.

“The city was unified, the wall was being taken down, and everyone was celebrating. I’ve never seen that many bottles of vodka in one place.” You laughed, taking a good look at yourself in the picture.

The 80’s were definitely not your best decade, looks wise. You had tried a perm the year before, and the poodle look was only then starting to dial down. The beginnings of a bruise were starting to creep on your left eye, from the mission you had completed just a few hours before.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that drunk.”

Bucky’s surprise intensified, his eyes wide. “We can’t get drunk.”

“Yes we can.”

“No, no we can’t.”

“We can, in fact. It’s all a matter of quantity and, well, speed.” You giggled as Bucky’s mouth gaped more.

“And the hangover?”

“Horrible. Like getting shot on the forehead. Comes quickly, too.”

He grimaced, and with one last look – certainly to register your peculiar appearance on his mind – gently put the picture back inside the suitcase. A stack of papers seemed to call out to him and he picked it up, releasing them from the band that held them together carefully.

Postcards of the places you’ve been: a small note to James Barnes and Steve Rogers on the back of each one.

Bucky’s voice faltered. He let out an anguished little sound, probably something that was supposed to be an Oh, or a What, but had no strength to crawl up his throat.

You brought your knees to your chest as you waited for him.

“You—you wrote to us?”

“I did. You can keep those, they’re addressed to you.”

After all this time, you could barely remember the words you wrote in those postcards; all you knew was that some had longer messages, others a simple Wish you were here.

“After we met in Baltimore, I thought that— that you’d have moved on from us.”

From me.

As if that was possible.

“Well, I stopped writing by 2003, give or take. But really,” You sighed. “It’s hard to forget someone when you’ve always been expecting them to come back to you.”

Bucky flipped the postcard from Rome, read the writing and smiled wistfully at it. “And, I did.”

“You did. And staying away was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but—”

“But you’re annoyingly stubborn.” His jaw tightened, then relaxed when he smirked. “I mean, I get it – If the roles were reversed, I’d leave you rebuild your life without me like a self-sacrificing idiot too.”

Alright. That was fair.

Shaking your head, you watched as he slipped the postcards in his pocket, an amused expression on his face.

“That was… a big mistake. Something a self-sacrificing idiot would do,” You screwed your eyes shut in shame, opening them when Bucky chuckled. “but now, I’m right here. And so are you.”

His stubble scratched the soft skin of your palm when you reached for him, and you continued. “We’re a little out of place in this century, that much is true, but if I’m being honest… I’m getting tired of yearning for the past, Buck.”

Good old times – sometimes really good, sometimes bad, every one of them old – tucked away in your heart like your records were tucked in neatly in their shelf, organized by year. As you went through the decades, your enhanced body eternizing you like marble, your heart seemingly stayed at that army camp overseas. Or maybe Sergeant Bucky Barnes had taken it with him, only for them to be frozen together, leaving you with an empty hole in your chest.

You lived your life longing for that missing piece, the one with blue eyes and the dashing smile and the skilled feet.

The one that in many other stories was the one that got away, the one who now believed he was somebody else, but had brought your heart back with him all the same.

The very heart that nearly leapt out of your chest when Bucky rested his forehead against yours.

You’ve never been this close – there isn’t an ounce of past in the gesture. His eyes being tightly closed kept him from seeing the surprise on your eyes and then how they fell to his lips for a millisecond. Then, those lips brushed against yours in a featherlike touch.

I would sacrifice anything, come what might

For the sake of having you near

He pried himself off you when you exhaled, as if your very breath had electrocuted him.

“M’sorry. I—I didn’t—” He said as you stared at the back of his neck, and the shock gives way to disappointment.

I didn’t mean to. Or maybe: I didn’t want to.

“That’s—it’s okay.” You clapped your hands on your knees, still feeling the prickle of his facial hair on them, and got up to change the music.

There was no doubt Bucky was touch starved, and that he probably craved the closeness that comes with a lover. He sought that for a fleeting second in Sam’s sister, and now in you. No point in dwelling on what it might have meant.

Right?

Looking at Bucky, his expression was overcast, furrowed eyebrows as he watched you from his spot on the floor. You offered him a gentle smile, and the crease on his forehead eased up slightly.

Right.

Don't you know little fool, you never can win

The record player made a scratching sound as you replaced Frank Sinatra with your go-to jazz compilation. Instrumental.

No lyrics.

There was one thing you’ve always been good at, regarding the infatuation with Bucky Barnes that has taken over your heart for almost a century now: locking the feelings away and stepping into the shoes of the best friend.

Besides, you’ve said it yourself: no more yearning for the past. Hopefully you and Bucky would be able to do that soon enough.

At that moment, however, you needed to feel the burn of whiskey down your throat and pretend it’ll heal the calcinating rejection spreading through your chest.

The guilt you found in Bucky’s eyes as he watched you sweep around your hardwood floors made you pour a glass for him.

He took it gratefully, frowning when you bottomed the whole thing up.

“There’s a lot in here.” He tapped the edge of the suitcase, skillfully steering the conversation in the direction of the more palatable, calm territory it was in before.

The sight of your autobiographical collection made you smile.

“An entire lifetime,” You said, fishing your dog tags from the bottom. “I suppose that’s where it started. Or at least, where thisstarted.”

Bucky took them reverentially, running his thumb over the imprint of your name and numbers.

He reached for his neck, producing from under his Henley the same type of metal chain he was holding in his hands. The fact that he still wore his like that sent a sharp blow to your lungs, almost knocking the air out of you.

His face softened, a smile so beautiful spreading across his lips, so much that your chest clenched in protest because it was simply not fair, how he still had you entirely.

He deposited both of your dog tags in your hands, and that’s when you saw it, and remembered it.

“Won’t we get in trouble for this?”

“Do you care?”

“Well…No.” You sighed, already resigned. And a little excited.

Bucky knew you well: it had been too long of being a good little soldier when all you were used to was the rush of being a hellion.

“And that is why, sugar, that I’m doing this with you, and not with Steve.”

The words made your heart soar, but you were sure to recapture it before it could fly away too high, still too attached to the sensation of the take-off to clip its wings.

You liked flying.

“And because Steve hasn’t been successful in his enlisting efforts. Yet.”

Bucky looked at you from behind his eyebrows, a reprimand hiding in his eyes, but he decided to shove his uniform hat on your head instead. You grumbled, calling him a jerk under your breath.

It was the night before Bucky was drafted to England. He looked handsome in his uniform, a shining, polished star, brighter than the sun even under the dim streetlight you two stood under.

After bringing his and Steve’s dates home (yours was lost to another boxing match along the way – not that you were crying about that) Bucky had decided he was going to stay up all night, because, in his words, he could sleep when the war was over. Or, more realistically, in the ship on the way to England.

So there you two were, illuminated by street lamps and moonlight, visiting the façades and front windows of your favorite places in Brooklyn like drifters in the night.

Bucky still concentrated on his task, his shoulder hunched slightly to block your sight.

“Let me see! Bucky!”

“ ’Sposed to be a surprise! I’m almost done.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “It’s not like I haven’t seen ‘em before.”

“You gotta be more patient. Here.”

He dropped your dog tags on your hand. You displayed the small steel plates on your palm, scanning your eyes over the two. One of them, of course, had your name, number, blood type, next of kin – an aunt you’ve never met – and address.

The other had Bucky’s.

James B Barnes. 32557038.

He slipped his own chain over his head, the plate with your name clinking against his.

You brought the tips of your fingers to your lips, feeling a smile begin to form onto them.

“I forgot we did this. I haven’t looked at these in so long.”

You had stopped wearing your dog tags the day the war had ended – Bucky was gone then, Steve too, and the weight of his dog tags slamming against your chest was too much to bear – your heart was already heavy with its own engraving of their memories.

“Steve had a lecture prepared when he gave mine back.” Bucky chuckled when you looked up at him, incredulous.

You shook your head, half exasperated and half amused. “Good grief, Steve.”

“Y’know how he is. Was,” He trailed, lips twitching as they formed a thin line.

You reached for him, your hand hovering in the space between you for a second before Bucky took it, lacing your fingers. Scooting closer, you let your cheek rest on his shoulder.

“He’d be glad we’re reunited.” You said, raising your head to peek at him and the newfound upwards curl of his lip. “And mortified we’re still bickering.”

Bucky smiled and squeezed your hand. “Old people. Old habits.”

Laughter bubbled out of your chest, and you realized a few things.

In that moment, it didn’t matter – the heartache, the unrequited side of your love. It was just a fact, a fact of life, of your life, that you a lot of the times loved him as more than your best friend. You loved him. And that was the core of it, the most important fact.

And you knew he loved you – you had each other – in this big, ever-changing, modern world, you had Bucky and Bucky had you.

You sat in comfortable, familiar silence until your eyelids grew heavy and you felt yourself drifting in and out of consciousness.

“You dozin’ on me, sugar?”

“It’s been a long day.” You said with your eyes still closed, feeling him chuckle beside you.

“Tell me about it. I can go—”

“You know damn well you should stay.” You patted his arm and hoisted yourself up from the floor. “I’ll get the pull-up ready for you.”

As you sauntered towards the office, ignoring his pleads and protests that he’s got it, he doesn’t need sheets or anything, you put your dog tags back on.

They jingled lightly against your heart.

Maybe you didn’t have to leave all of the past behind to start building something good and new, after all.

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Worth It

~Notes: Oof, I know I have so many prompts in my inbox and I appreciate them so much! But I wanted to write something after dinner in dedication and a gift to the lovely Remus-John-Lupin!!!!!!!<3<3<3 I love you RJ and I appreciate you and your friendship so fucking much, so this is just a strange little gift from me to you in thanks for how kind you’ve always been to me since I joined this crazy fandom, ILY and you’re my favorite slag!!!!

.-

Sirius silently reminds himself that he in fact likes Lily, he thinks she’s a total knock out and is happy that his brother is finally getting to date the girl of his dreams. He likes her damn it,! And one does not commit battery to folks that they like.

Assured that his pure irritation won’t bleed through his words, Sirius tries again in his most charming of inflections. “All I want is his number.”

“No,” she repeats, casually steadfast while poking at her salad— Not even bothering to flick her gaze up at an increasingly irate Sirius.

“Why are you being so fucking difficult!”

“Why are you still bitching about this,” she counters, finally giving him her undivided attention, even if it’s her glaring at him like she’d like to skewer Sirius on a stick.

“Hey guys, let’s chill.” James tries to mediate, laughing awkwardly between the pair of them, hand raised in concession and glasses going a bit skewed.

They promptly ignore him.

“I like him. What is so difficult to understand Evans? Aren’t you like supposed to be some brainiac or some shit?”

“It’s been like two months Black,” she says pointedly, grip on her fork tightening while her mouth curls unpleasantly. “That’s way past your ordinary infatuations, so why the hell do you still even care.”

Sirius bares his teeth, pinning her with a glower that once made an old school yard bully of Regulus’s actually piss his pants. So of course Lily doesn’t even flinch. “He’s cute.”

“You’re a dog.”

“You’re being a total ass.”

“And you’re a bastard.”

“But you love me though.”

“Just barely.”

“So you’ll give me Remus’s number?”

“Dream on.” she says with a lofty sniff and haughty flip of the hair, discarding her barely eaten lunch before swaggering over to where a group of her friends from the STEM club are sat, including Alice Flores and Dorcas Meadowes. 

“Guess you’re back to square one Pads.” James says, unhelpful as fuck, so Sirius only flips him off before snatching back his calculus homework from a pitiful looking Peter.

“Fuck this.”

.-

Sirius thinks of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.

He isn’t one for holding grudges or obsessing over perceived slights. He’s brilliant whether he’s playing linebacker on the field or taking a exam in class.

For fuck’s sake, Sirius  can be plumped down in any and all social situations without warning, and can have the room eating out the palm of his hand within the first five minutes.

In layman’s terms, he’s decent and driven and downright charismatic. Mix this all together, and well Sirius thinks he’s a pretty fantastic fucking package— if he does say so himself. He can have his pick of the lot, truly. Especially when walking down the halls flocked by his best friend turned second brother on one end and little Petey, who’s a great hype man, on the other. So its only poetic justice that the one person who’s been able to swallow up all his attention is the one person who doesn’t even give him a second glance most days.

And that’s fucking ridiculous.

This is ridiculous! He is fucking ridiculous! No, record scratch. Remus fucking Lupin is the most ridiculous part of this all!

Remus lupin with his delightfully disheveled hair the color of gold and his crooked grin that’s everything darling in the world, and his big doe eyes that sometimes flare with green specs when he’s especially passionate in class or when he’s chatting with Lily in the halls. Remus lupin who’s only just moved here to Murray Hill from a small town in southern Illinois and who toppled Sirius’s world upside-down while he was at it. 

The first time they met was completely on accident.

It was the week before classes began, and Sirius had only just come back from his family trip to their villa in Rome, and he was only meant to meet James at the coffee shop that Lily was working at now. They were suppose to head to the city and go out drinking to celebrate the start of their senior year.  Sirius was suppose to find a nice, college aged girl to fuck because he’s given up on the boring lot that infests Hogwarts these days. It was suppose to be easy and fun and he was suppose to stay stringless and unattached as ever.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, Sirius walked into the Howling Moon  and was met by the sight of the most lovely, most gorgeous boy he’s ever met. Hand to God, it felt like one of those slow motion moments in a Romantic Comedy when the disgruntled, wayward lead first sets their eyes on that love interest— the one to out shine all others, the one  who turns everything inside out and makes it all glitter gold.

“Hey there,” Remus had grinned like the fucking sun, slipping the pen from his ear and hand poised over the cups lining the counter. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, erm— Yeah. Just a caramel macchiato, iced.”Sirius’s ordinarily smooth baritone almost fucking cracked while ordering, and Remus’s beautiful eyes had glittered.

“Would’ve taken you for a dark roast sort of guy.” He said, and Sirius swears that it was playful and flirtatious and a little mischievous too. 

Sirius was in love.

“I’ve been known to partake in sweets, you know, if they catch my eye,” he replied, eyes lingering meaningfully up and down Remus’s slighter frame.

“What a come on,” Remus had laughed, head thrown back to show off his long neck and Sirius was so fucking gobsmacked at how it quite literally sounded like all the most splendid instruments woven together.

He had ducked his head, so unordinary bashful but so beyond pleased. “What can I say beautiful, you bring it out of me.”

“”Cute.” Remus had chuckled, cheeks going a fetching red and scribbling down the order. “Definitely one of the more interesting one liners I’ve gotten today.”

Sirius ignored the flare of jealousy over that, considering that he hasn’t gotten to even kiss him yet, and he should probably take this slow if he doesn’t want to screw it up. “Has anyone of those bastards mentioned how your eyes put the brownies on sale to shame?”

“No one as hot as you if I’m being honest,” Remus retorted, ringing him up and sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip. And fuck, Sirius knew he was in trouble from then on.

They had talked for over half an hour about nothing at all in that tiny bistro while Remus was busy exchanging the coffee pots for a fresh batch and rearranging the baked goods, and it was amazing.

 Sirius has always been someone who couldn’t sit still, who had to be fluttering all over the place to feel like he was actually headed somewhere, like he was getting something finished. But for the first time in too long, just sitting there, still and silent and besotted while Remus chatted about his hometown and moving half way across the country and his eccentric mother— Well Sirius felt completely balanced, completely calm. He felt like just as long as Remus was their chatting with him and smiling in that beguiling way of his, that Sirius could actually breathe without pressure. Like he knew what it meant to have a center.

So of course, right when he decided that he was going to snatch him up— to ask him out on a date before anyone else from their shitty class filled with degenerates and dick heads could— Lily of all people  had swaggered in, and gave him a caustic sort of glower that plainly said, keep the fuck away.

Ordinarily Sirius would’ve completely ignored her warning, would’ve unashamedly and excitedly chased after the cutest fucking boy he’s ever laid his eyes on with an absurd sort of zeal. But he under estimated just how much sway Lily was able to cater with Remus in the few weeks they worked with one another before he had met him. So instead of starting off the year with a brand new, insanely pretty boyfriend wrapped around one arm, Sirius has just spent the past nine weeks pining like a fucking love sick loser. Like he was starring in some cheesy John Hughes movie from the damn 80s!

And this will not do, this is not all right, not okay at all.

Sirius needs to figure out a way to get close to Remus, and outside of Lily’s overbearing claws. Something that only Remus likes, that Sirius can partake in to prove himself worthy.

As he promenades down the hall towards his free period, Sirius creates a mental check list of the things he knows Remus enjoys.

Remus enjoys poetry, and Sirius knows that he’s part of the school’s award winning Forensics team. But they meet during the football practices so Sirius couldn’t even try to impress him in that arena until the spring. He also knows that Remus likes history, that he’s going to end up majoring in classics in University, but Sirius really doubts his ability to memorize the Iliad in the matter of a few hours— He’s good, but not that good.

“Jesus fuck is this hard,” he mutters nastily to himself, tugging at the ends of his dark hair before ramming straight into a display outside the southern wing of their preparatory school’s building.

He winces, not so much for the throbbing in his toes, but because of Marlene’s snappish attitude when he makes it so that the table shakes.

“Keep your head out your ass Black,” she scolds before going back to filing her nails. And Sirius is about to snipe right back at her— That is until he catches on the bright poster adorned with small rainbows and the words, GSA FOOD DRIVE spelt out in large lettering.

And oh!

“Eureka!”

“Pardon?” Marlene asks, nose wrinkled indelicately as she eyes him like he’s about to puke on her brand new Doc Martens again like last weekend. Holy shit, she should really get over it by now.

But Sirius is smart enough and tactful enough not to mention his thoughts on the matter, only smiles down at her with pure elation. “Marls, what if I said I had a brilliant idea to help our lovely GSA.”

“I’d accuse you to only doing it to try and get in Lupin’s pants since he’s our new VP.”

Sirius grapples for his chest, feigning indignant. “You pain me my old friend.”

Marlene snorts. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“That’s neither here nor there.”

“So are your chances with Lupin.”

“You’re a sick fuck McKinnon.”

“What do you want from me you gnat.”

“Let me help with the fundraiser.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll tell Lily to get Meadowes to notice you?”

Marlene glares at him now. “We’ve been fucking for like a month you prick.”

“Oh— Erm, then for some of that good old Bi unity?”

Marlene suddenly looks so very shrewd and Sirius hates how every fucking woman in his life could eat him whole for breakfast. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine, what the fuck do you want.”

“You cover Fabian’s costs for the goods  when we go to that rave for 2KBABY in January.”

“Eh, didn’t you guys use to fuck?”

“Yes. But I don’t see the connection?”

“He won’t even give you a discount on the good shit?”

“Oh he does,” she leers, blue eyes glinting wickedly in the hallway light. “But I’d rather see you pay full price for’m.”

Sirius glares down at her, and repeats himself.  “You. Are. A. Sick. Fuck.”

Marlene just lies back in her seat and returns to manicuring her nails. “Well if cheekbones isn’t worth the bother?”

“Fine,” Sirius all but growls out. “But we do this my way.”

“Scout’s honor handsome,” she absolutely beams, and Sirius reminds himself that this is all for Remus and that’s worth it at the end of the day.

.-

It’s a week later, right before Thanksgiving break hits, and Sirius is sat in front of the cafeteria, smirking at the line of mostly pink faced girls and a few others amongst their midst, who have all queued up in front of him. A dollar in each of their hands, though he does see that a few have fives and even tens or more, and he doesn’t know how to subtly tell them that all he’s promising is a quick peck of his lips, and absolutely no other groping— including of his legendary ass or admittedly perfect abs.

“You’re just really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” James hisses besides him after the latest girl— a blonde sophomore who’s decked out in Lulu Lemon for their only non uniform day of the week— scurries off. “Just a ego trip.”

“Jealous Jamie darling?” Sirius boasts, tipping back on his chair while Marlene collects the cash from the next five in line so that they can clammer closer towards him.

“I can’t believe all of them want to kiss you,” Peter marvels, round eyes completely in aw. 

“I can’t believe you think this is how to get Remus’s attention,” Lily interjects huffily, lips set in a moody pout while perched on James’s lap to Sirius’s left.

“I bet you would’ve been in line if you weren’t dating Jamie here.” Sirius counters, smug as all get out, and laughing when all Lily deigns as a adequate response is her middle finger.

Sirius is on cloud nine. He can’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner! Remus loves all this shit, from the club to the charity. This is perfect! This basically guarantees that he’ll finally get a good smooch on him. And once their lips finally  touch, Remus will surely feel the swarm of butterflies in his gut just like in those Harleyquin romance novels his cousin Narcissa would always read with a dreamy look on her face during their various Family vacations.

“You’re not gonna get him this way.”

“He’s not gonna know what hit’m Evans,” Sirius retorts, completely self assured.

.-

One should never bet against Lily Marie Evans.

Sirius knows this now. But he still hates it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

By the end of the lunch hour, Sirius’s earned over sixty bucks to the GSA’s fundraiser fund, and absolutely zero potential boyfriends who look like golden angels and make Sirius’s knees weak.

“I told you,” Lily says in that sing-song sort of voice that is so not appreciated right now. “Remus is not the type to kiss you in front of a huge crowd and after like a bunch of others. That’s not his style.”

Sirius is moody as all get out, and he’s irritated that he’s just wasted five dozen perfectly fine kisses on folks who aren’t Remus, so he doesn’t bother to hide his irritation when he gripes back at her, “Then tell me what the fuck is his style.”

Miraculously, that actually proved enough to get Lily to slow down her stroll, and cock her head curiously at him. “You actually care.”

“What the fuck have I been trying to tell you Evans!” He nearly shouts.

“I just thought— You know. That it was a game.”

Sirius’s face goes stoney, and he juts his chin away from her. “It’s not always a fucking game, all right. It’s not a game with him— I like him. I like Remus.”

“Oh,” Lily says very quietly, her face pulled in a thousand different directions before settling on something akin to solemn. “You should go to the music room for your free period today.”

Sirius quirks a brow at her, frowning while he asks, “Why?”

“Just trust me S,” she says, reaching over her hand to squeeze his forearm.

Sirius watches her walk off, hand in hand with James, and he feels a strange twisting to his heart when he imagines a very similar image— only with him and Remus and punctuated by plenty of kisses to the cheek, and jawline and lips too.

.-

The music room is towards the back of the school, in a separate building along with the theatre and main auditorium.

The early autumnal chill lashes against Sirius’s face while he makes the track to the room, continuously chanting to himself that he actually trusts Lily and this is gonna be worth it if there’s a merciful God up there.

Once Sirius clammers in doors, he rubs his cold hands together, and shakes out his hair. 

The first thing he hears is the soft strumming of a guitar, and finds himself in front of the music room after following its melodic toon. 

Through the window he can spot the form of Remus bent over the instrument, his thick curls getting in his eyes and his steady hands plucking a few chords as he sits cross legged atop the piano.

Sirius feels his heart lodging in his throat at the sight of him, so beautiful and perfect and warm looking in that scarlet sweater. And he knows in his bones that this is some sort of unspoken blessing that Lily’s given him, so with a deep breath, Sirius opens the door and strolls in.

Remus starts slightly, going flushed once his eyes catch on Sirius’s own.

“Oh Sirius,” he greets, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smile that doesn’t ring true. “You pulled away from the haram?”

“That’s a bit much? Calling them a haram,” Sirius says cooly, hitching up besides him and swinging his long legs. “I just did it to help you.”

“Oh— Yeah,” Remus nods. “The GSA appreciates all the help we can get.”  His words are quiet, and he’s rinsing a hand through his curls, so Sirius can tell that he’s a bit nervous. And it’s impossibly cute, but also not on. He doubts that he’ll ever get his kiss if Remus won’t even look at him in the eyes.

Gingerly, Sirius sets the pad of his pointer finger beneath Remus’s chin, lifting his gaze upwards. “Not the GSA— Though I appreciate the club’s work and your part in that.”

“Oh,” Remus says again, lips pursed and his throat pulsing when he swallows down. “Then—“

“I did it for you Remus,” Sirius repeats heatedly. “I did it because I’ve been mad for you since ever meeting you in August, and I can’t get your fucking face or name or lips or ass out of my head. And I thought that if maybe I pulled a dumb stunt like that, you would actually kiss me along with the lot of those idiots who can’t even hold a candle to you.”

“M—My ass?” Remus questions, voice going pitchy and face bright with emotion. 

Sirius laughs, booming and bombastic. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen Remus Lupin and it’s really obscene.”

Remus shoulder checks him, looking down and then back up through his lashes at Sirius and it’s a sight Sirius wish he can keep with him for the rest of his days.

“So you thought I’d want our first kiss to happen after you’ve just made out with half the school?” 

Sirius grimaces, bending down so that their lips are only inches apart. “Listen, I can be a complete dumb ass on occasion.”

“Don’t forget arrogant.”

“Okay, fair.”

“And brash too.”

“Right.”

“Also you tend—“

Sirius places a soft hand over Remus’s supple lips, glaring teasingly at the other boy, who’s grinning like the cat who’s caught the canary, his eyes teeming with laughter. 

Remus Lupin is going to be the death of  him, Sirius knows it.

“Listen Lupin, I’d like a shred of self respect here, so I can actually muster up the courage to ask you out on a proper date already.”

Remus perks at that, so Sirius moves his grasp.

 “You wanna ask me out?”

“Depends…. You wanna continue that little rant until I’m blue balled and  gutless.”

“Hmm,” Remus inches closer, setting his hand over Sirius’s on the piano. “Nah, I think I’d rather do this.”

He leans forwards and Sirius barely has enough time to gather his bearings when he feels Remus’s mouth over his own and it’s literally every starlit promise and sugar burnt secret and sunlit afternoon all rolled into one. And Sirius feels his heart thud an uneven staccato when he grabs for either end of Remus’s waistline and plunges his tongue into his own and he lets himself get lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.

[sunjaesol]

♡ IT HAD TO BE YOU, WONDERFUL YOU ♡

canon compliant juke valentine’s day fic ♡ for all you sweethearts in the fandom

Before hopeless romantic Julie Molina fell in love with Luke Patterson, she always felt glum on Valentine’s Day. She tortured herself with romcoms leading up to the holiday, went into the “couples goals” tag on Pinterest, pouted when her crushes she never talked to dated other people (read: Nick) and felt all around envious of those having a lover to spend the day with. Her mother dying, she who held the biggest heart of all, also didn’t help her mood.   

But that was before Luke blasted himself into her life. Sure, their romance was a little unorthodox, but predictability was overrated anyway.

They got together last summer, when the band played an amazing gig at a tiki bar on the beach and they were drunk on the heat, pink lemonade and each other’s adoring gazes. Dancing on the beach with him and the boys, Luke had grabbed her in his embrace and whispered lyrics at her she’s never heard before. His fingers grazed her jaw when he said it was a love letter - “For you, Jules.” She didn’t have to go far to reach his lips, both eager and giddy to finally come home.

(Weeks later, the love letter was transposed to music and performed for an audience. It was full circle moment. He loved music and her and now it was all connected. Luke had been dazed, but Julie was quick to kiss the stupor away. They could do that now. It was insane.) 

All week, Julie had been working on a secret gift. She scoured her room was scraps and pictures and notes; reminders of Luke hidden in every corner without realising it. A purple pick was found under her bed, a song in her dream box they never got to finish, a seashell he plucked from the beach, a row of pictures from a photo booth, love notes. Julie would lie if she said she didn’t find it adorable how his only reference of romance were the 80s flicks, as it gave her a heartthrob of a boyfriend that didn’t back down from cute gestures like those notes. It left her heart racing and brought a blush on her cheekbones. the sun’s jealous of that smile jules

It was only natural she made him a collage. 

They had an unspoken agreement to never involve money. Though they were in a band together, all the money they made directly went to Julie. She invested it back in their life passion, obviously, but the fact remained that Luke couldn’t take her on typical dates or buy her the typical gifts. Until American Ghost Dollars got invented, they had to be creative. 

Going to the movies were movie nights in the studio with a projector and cookies they made together. A love song instead of dinner. Dancing in her bedroom with AirPods instead of partying.     

And it was enough. It was more than enough. She loved him so much that each second spend together was perfect as is. 

The collage was small enough that he could easily tuck it away. Pictures overlapped, a dozen Mini Luke’s and Mini Julie’s staring at the camera or each other, from before and after they started dating. 

A photo Flynn took of Luke peppering her temple with kisses backstage. A polaroid of when she snuck up on him and smacked a kiss on his cheek, his teeth flashing white from the beam on his face. A Snapchat of when she showed him the filters and he kissed her instead. Multiple pictures of them snuggling on the studio couch, supposed ‘blackmail’ for Alex, but Julie cherished them. If she closed her eyes, she could feel his arms wrap around her back as she’s sprawled on top of him.

The pretty shell didn’t fit on the collage, so she decided to make a bracelet as well. A thick band made from orange, red and yellow string, the shell as its penchant. 

That morning, she pulled on her most Valentine’s day inspired outfit and rushed to the studio. Her gifts were still in her room, out of sight and kept for later, now she just wanted to see her boyfriend. 

Her smile, painted in cherry lipgloss, stretched wider when she slid the doors open and saw that no one was inside. Just last night had he kissed her a little longer after rehearsal, wiggling his brows like he knew something she didn’t. Luke was terrible at keeping secrets. She wasn’t surprised to find it empty, unless…

Luke poofed in front of her with a warrior cry and hoisted her up in one fluid motion. Julie yelled in delight, gripping onto him as he spun them around. For the occasion, he swapped his regular orange beanie for a red one. (One day, her heart was going to explode from all the silly stuff he did.) Matching her expression, his hands steadied her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.    

An index finger flicked his chin playfully. “How long did it take you to plan this?”

He gasped, faux-offended. “Julie! I’m spontaneous as shit.”

“Mh-hm,” she hummed, leaning in to kiss his lips. His frown melted away, the languid kiss flickering with the hint of passion it usually held. Slowly, he set her down, her staying locked between his arms. When she pulled back, he chased after her and pecked the side of her mouth - once, twice.    

“I’m gonna smother you with so much kisses that you’re gonna get sick of me,” he declared, as if the threat of loving her was scary. 

She pressed her forehead against his with a grin. “I look forward to it.”

Instantly keeping up his promise, he nuzzled against her cheek. “What’d you wanna do?”

“Well, we’re ending the day in the hammock.”

“Duh.”

“And,” she sneakily added, “we can be really cheesy and watch ‘Valentine’s Day’.”

He made a face, both remembering their divided opinion on the movie. “If we’re seeing it again, then I’m choosing all the snacks.”

“Deal.”

“Nice,” he breathed, raising his fist between their torsos so she could bump it with her own. Her cheeks were already aching from smiling so much, giddy to spend the entire day with her boyfriend undisturbed by the boys or family or school. 

Her fingers scratched into his plaid jacket. “You know what I’m also looking forward to?” His eyes narrowed at her lilting voice. “Giving you your present.”

His jaw fell slack. “Jules, now I’m gonna be thinking about it all day.” But then she saw the devilish glint in the green of his irises as he uttered: “Guess you’ll have to wait on your present too.”

“You-” That was unexpected. “You have a present?”

Luke bit down on his lip, watching her surprise. “I was waiting for that reaction. Sweet. Okay, I’m saying we dip everything in chocolate. Fruit, popcorn-”

“I’m willing to try one of those crazy combinations you love so much,” she proposed. The excited smooch she got afterwards was worth it.

The couple claimed the kitchen for an hour as they made their snacks, most of which being the typical chocolate covered strawberries both liked a lot, and then nestled themselves in her room. Curled into his warm body, they shared earphones as they watched ‘Valentine’s Day’. Though she asked to watch it, all her attention went to his hands continuously caressing her waist and thigh. It lulled her into a blissful trance. Sometimes he would make a joke (“We’re way cooler than Taylor and Taylor!”) and she’d chuckle and hum and rub his chest. By the time Jessica Biel was smashing the piñata, she was placing soft kisses on his neck and he had to pause the movie. 

Hovering over her with a wolfish grin, he pecked her nose. “I thought you wanted to watch.”

“And I thought you were going to smother me with kisses,” she bounced back with a quirked brow. For a beat, they shared an amused look. 

Then Luke laughed, diving for her lips and doing just that. That rushing feeling coursed through her veins, a pure shot of adoration and attraction with each warm, open-mouthed kiss. He tasted like chocolate, skin sticky from fruit, and smelled in that perfectly boyish way. Julie sighed into the kiss. No cheesy movie or love song could compete with the sensation of slipping her fingers in his hair and having his arms tighten like he never wanted her to stop. Her bedroom was heaven on earth.   

(Perhaps that was silly. She was only seventeen after all. How much did she actually know about the world to accurately make that statement? But did it even matter if right now, right here, she felt like the luckiest girl in the universe? The cynics could bite her.) 

She didn’t know how long they let their lips and hands wander. It was hard to care about time when his mouth was on her ear and her nails drew shapes on his back. 

“I bet,” he whispered, “Taylor and Taylor never felt like this.”

She giggled. “You’re just jealous of the big teddy bear.”

His smile pressed on her cheek. “Maybe.”

When Luke and her first got together, they were scared to touch. Sure, they had their moment on the beach and previously, they found plenty of opportunities to be in contact. But after they made if official and there was nothing to hide behind anymore, it got scary. They yearned for affection, but what if Luke disappeared one day without meaning to and then they’d both ache for each other’s comfort? They got over it eventually and now it was only natural to feel his smile on her skin.

It was hard to imagine kissing anyone but Luke, unfathomable having a different boy hug her from behind at school and whisper sweet nothings in her ear. Only Luke could write her love notes. Only she was allowed to write him ones as well, or leave cute post-it’s on his guitar to cheer him up when he had a bad day. It was just them.

Her mind going haywire over such a simple touch jolted her memory, Julie abruptly sitting up and bringing Luke with her. His brows raised in surprise. She pecked the pout away, brushing her nose against his. 

“Can I give you your present?”

A breathy smile tugged on his cheeks. “Yeah, I’m curious.”

Julie untangled herself from their embrace and reached inside her wardrobe for the gift. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, she gave him his present with barely-concealed anticipation. Hopefully he loved it as much as she loved making it! 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” she sang, watching him pull the tissue paper out the small bag and unearthing the collage and bracelet. 

Speechless, he gawked at the collection of pictures. Eyes flitted past each quickly, like he wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Crawling over to sit beside him, she placed her head on his shoulder. “You like it?”

He sniffled. Julie looked up and was shocked to note his eyes were shiny. “Aw, babe!”

His gaze caught hers, distraught. “You’re not supposed to make me horny and then emotional!”

She laughed and pressed a kiss on his cheek. His cute reaction made her heart lurch with fondness. “It wasn’t supposed to make you cry.”

Luke sighed, hand guiding her face to place a proper kiss on her lips. It was short, but just as electric as all the ones before. He kissed like he played guitar - always intentional and one hundred percent. 

“I love it,” he muttered. “Thank you. And I love the bracelet too.”

“I made sure it matches your others.”

He captured her lips again. “Yeah… Thanks, Jules.” His nose scrunched, arrogance dripping from his voice as he tucked a curl behind her ear. “My present is better though.”

Her arms crossed, challenged. “Oh really?”

“Hell yeah, it is. Gonna knock it out of the park.” With a snap of his finger, he conjured his songbook and stuck the collage between two fresh pages. He clicked his tongue with the typical bravado he exuded onstage. “Who knows, Jules, you might even get a crush on me.”

Just as she was about to retort with a tease of her own, her eyes caught a fluttering page with words she didn’t recognise. Pointing at it, she asked: “What’s that?”

Luke frowned, thumbing to the right side and rolling his eyes. “Some lyrics that got stuck in my head a few nights ago. It doesn’t work though.”

“Maybe not. I kind of like that part.” She tapped on the line ‘so deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch’ with a pensive wrinkle knitted in her forehead. Ideas began to brew, throwaway pieces from other discarded songs coming back to her and meshing well with what he’s already composed. “Yeah, this is good, Luke. Do you want to work on it?”

He hesitated for a beat, stare trailing from her to the half-eaten plate of snacks. “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” she smiled. They were Luke and Julie - did either of them really think they could go a day without music? Even if she hadn’t discovered this diamond in the rough, he’d inevitably spring upright to write down a riff or her fingers would tingle to try out a melody. Songwriting was perhaps the best date of all, showing that work and play could successfully be mixed together. 

He sighed in relief. “Good. Okay, so I was thinking…”

Hours went by tinkering on the song, the afternoon drifting by and them having moved to the hammock in the garden. It was a spot Luke rediscovered and she all too willingly found a place next to him. They cherished the quietude and warmth even before they were dating. The page was now littered with flowing, strung-together verses and a half-done chorus. Instrumentals were for tomorrow when they were all together. In the back of her head lingered the thought that he still hasn’t given his supposed homerun of a present, but Julie reminded herself then that it didn’t even matter. This was enough. He was enough. Who knew, maybe he was just talking smack! The doubts vanished as Luke drummed his fingers on her stomach, humming a beat.      

“And you thought it wouldn’t work!”, she teased. 

He puffed. “Cause it didn’t! It needed the Molina Touch!”

A brow quirked, amused. “The Molina Touch?”

“Yes,” he grinned and tapped her chest. “The Touch.”

“I don’t have the Force, Luke.” When his face fell flat, she decided to play along and mimicked his motion. Her fingers circled his sternum as she said: “Well, I look forward to the Patterson Energy bringing it alive onstage.”

The boy rolled on his side, she following suit. The hammock bended to the movement, pushing them closer together. The couple snickered, noses nudging and locked in the other’s arms. Above, the sky was coloured like Monet, purples and blues and pinks as the sun dropped below the trees. Julie stared at the way he craned his neck, green eyes blown wide while marvelling at the sweeping atmosphere. He was the most beautiful person she’s ever encountered. She was probably a little obsessed with him, never bored of looking at him, of finding new freckles, moles and spots. 

Her reverie snapped like a bubble as he said something. 

“What?”

He repeated himself. “Wanna get waffles?”

She blinked. “Waffles?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “V-Day waffles. I bet they have red velvet ones.” His face twisted, like he was in on an inside joke, and murmured against her lips: “Whipped cream, Jules. Can’t resist that.”

Damn. He knew her too well. “Reggie’s going to be mad we went without him.”

“Then he should get himself a ghost lover,” he joked. Slapping her hip, the exclaim was resolute. “Let’s go!”

The drive was short, an surprising amount of waffle places scattered around Los Feliz. The cityscape was painted red for the day. Heart-shaped wreaths adorned the doors of stores, bars promoted special cocktails with pink hues, boutiques displaying date night dresses on mannequins in the windows. At the end of a large strip of food joints, a waffle house joining in with a red banner hung across the frontage. RED VELVET WAFFLES! ONLY TODAY!

Julie shot him a suspicious look. “You knew?”

He shrugged, smirking. “A good guess.”

They were lucky. The parking lot was pretty much abandoned, no onlookers to see her joking around with air. He stayed in the car as she got the treats.

As she queued, her aimless thoughts found Luke as a focal point. It was hard not to. Maybe the best thing of all for a hopeless romantic like her, was that she found someone who was an even bigger dreamer than she was. If she jumped for the stars, he rocketed himself into space and hoped for the best. It made days like Valentine’s special, but it also felt like another regular Saturday. He didn’t kiss her differently, looked at her more intently - it was always like this. The red velvet waffles was just… extra. A cherry on an already perfect milkshake. Luke and Julie never needed fireworks to make the other feel remarkable. 

Dropping back in the driver’s seta with a sigh, she propped the waffles on the dashboard. “I’m not sure if it’s going to taste right, they look kind of mushy, but I’m sure the whipped cream-” The words died in her throat as she looked at Luke, a timid smile on his lips as his present laid flat in his hands. A mixtape. 

Her eyes tracked the CD for a beat (jules <3 written in sharpie with his infamous scrawl) and then flicked up to his face. That was most spectacular of all: the nervous twitch in his eye, the breathy smile. Luke was flustered.       

Gingerly, she took it from his grasp. “How did you make this?”, she whispered. 

The palpable energy didn’t waver. “Carlos. He lend me his computer and explained how to burn CD’s.” His chuckle was awkward. “Had to get you in the car somehow.”

A smile bloomed on her lips. Her heart was truly going to explode; the gesture so thoughtful and sweet. (Shit. He did knock it out of the park. How will his ego cope?!) Reaching over the middle console, she chastely kissed him. “I already love it.”

He shook his head with a grin, shoulders loosening a bit. “You haven’t listened to it yet. C’mon, play it.” He shot her a cocky nod. “You know how to use a CD-player?”

“Very funny,” she quipped. Cautiously, she took the CD out of its case and slipped it into the player. It whirred for a beat, her upping the volume, and just as she thought she’d hear some 90s rock band, something unexpected happened. 

hey jules

She froze, staring at Luke’s feverishly excited face, as his crackling voice came through the speakers.  

i finally learned about technology! you happy? anyway, you know i love you. i love everything about you, i think… i think that’s kinda why i’m here to begin with.

Tears lodged itself in her chest, ready to spill. Love was going to make her go mad one day. She loved this boy so much that it was insurmountable by anything else.

that’s not- it’s not what this cd is about. His tone brightened. what i love most about you, julie molina, is how fucking in love you are with music. so what better thing to give you, is more music? these are ten songs that remind me of you… happy valentine’s day, baby. 

It clicked off. Quietly, slowly, a melodious piano variation flowed in. Her breath hitched as she recognised it. Frank Sinatra’s ‘It Had To Be You’ reminded Luke of her? Her hands were shaking. His calloused ones grabbed them, pads of his fingers caressing the skin. A pout jutted from her lips, her eyes shimmering with emotion. It wasn’t fair. Boys weren’t supposed to be this romantic. 

His smile could light up the entire state, touch trailing across her arm up to her cheek, grazing the lone tear that she wasn’t even aware of. “Don’t cry,” he chuckled. “I can be the only sap.”

Shaking her head, she pushed herself over the console and placed herself on his lap. The divide of a stick shift was a plain crime. Circling her arms around his neck, Julie kissed him in the way she thought the song felt. Warm and languid and timeless and wholly, utterly loving. Depthless and infinite. The thrill of his bass voice melted them together, no space between them with his hands wrapped around her lower back. 

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

“I love you,” she sighed into his mouth. “It’s not enough. It’s not…”

He kissed the lament away. “I know. That’s why music works.” Sinatra sang a line and then he grinned. “Gotta express ourselves somehow.”

Though that was true, though they had music to shape their thoughts into the most beautiful declarations of love, all she wished to have was a word. A simple word that perfectly encapsulated what she felt. Love felt too small. Too simple. But until she found it, she’d keep saying it.

And so she did. “I love you, Luke.” 

His eyes shut in delight. “I love you too, Julie.”

They wouldn’t leave for a long time. Locked in each other’s loving embrace, they listened to every song on the mixtape. And when it ended, they looped it.

Time and space wasn’t really important to them anyway.     

For nobody else gave me a thrill With all your faults, I love you still It had to be you, wonderful you It had to be you

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