#apparently my phone like makes gifs sometimes???? cool

[bekolxeram]

I'm usually very block happy, but sometimes a couple of hot takes from the opposite side of the fandom manage to slip through. I'm no saint, I admit I do get quite worked up at first, but after some time, I realize they give me new perspectives to scenes I've watched countless times and discover things I didn't pick up before. So this one is for all of you, staunch Tommy haters, thank you for enriching my viewing experience.

In 7x04, when Tommy goes to Buck's loft to talk things out, this line gives some people the ick, because it echoes what Taylor said in 5x05. In that episode, Buck thought his team was off because they blamed him for Chimney leaving. He talked to Taylor about it, she shared her own experience with her boss being sulky around her, and it turned out her boss was just in a lot of physical pain, she ended the conversation with "maybe not everything is about you". While what she said was absolutely right, and she made an effort to make Buck feel appreciated at the end of the episode, but I can also see Buck not feeling supported emotionally at the time the conversation occurred. In a fashion true to her profession, Taylor delivered it in a very blunt, direct and advisory way. Her being right did not cancel out Buck feeling insecure about everyone acting weird around him and him not knowing why.

What Tommy says here though, is in a a completely different context.

Before all of this, Tommy has already reassured Buck that he's not trying to replace him, that his place in Eddie and Christopher's life is irreplaceable.

Look at Buck's smile, he's apparently in a better mood than before. It's like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

So going in this next part, Buck is more receptive to what he frankly needs to hear: Eddie isn't hanging out with Tommy because Buck did something wrong, he just enjoys Tommy's company.

We've witnessed Buck's growth over 7 seasons, now he can recognize that getting jealous easily is one of his character flaws, he tends to overthink and make other's action personal when he's feeling insecure in a relationship. He's telling Tommy this probably to signal that he understands he messed up and he understands what he did wrong. He never expected Tommy to validate his feelings.

But Tommy does empathize with his predicament.

Buck doesn't understand what Tommy, the cool, confident (and hot) pilot would be jealous over. And he almost can't believe Tommy gets what he's been feeling.

Tommy tells Buck that he's envious of the ride-or-die familial bonds within the 118 nowadays, as if he didn't also put his career and life in danger just to save Athena and Bobby (probably Hen's career as well), after one phone call from Chimney.

Now it's Buck's turn to reassure Tommy.

Another hot take I've seen from the other side goes like "if Tommy was nicer to Hen and Chimney back in the days, he wouldn't have to be jealous over what the 118 has now". You know what? Judging by Tommy's face here, he probably would agree. This is not the face of a man who is proud of what he did. This is the face of a man who is burdened by guilt and regret, this is a man haunted by his past, this is a man who doesn't think he deserves the praise.

Buck even cites fake mouth static as an example of Tommy's effort in aiding the 118's clandestine rescue mission, and they naturally fall into a flirty dynamic. I have no explanation for that, except, your honor, this is exhibit A against the "no chemistry" allegation.

Buck then spells it all out for Tommy that he also put everything on the line just for the 118, without hesitation. Tommy looks like he still has a hard time accepting it as an act worthy of redemption for his past behavior.

We've all made mistakes, and we all know we can't go back to the past and change what we did, so the best way forward is to change ourselves and be better. Judging by Tommy's "and [Gerrard] didn't make me a better person" line in 7x10, he quite possibly reflected on this a lot. Yet, sometimes you still can't help but doubt yourself over if you've learned enough from your past, if you're a good enough person now. I can't imagine how good it feels hearing Buck say out loud that he actually likes the person Tommy is now.

Apparently Buck likes Tommy so much that he came up with excuses just to hang out with him and get to know him.

Tommy is pleasantly surprised, because he did tell Buck to call him when he wants to go up. In fact, Buck can call him for whatever reason, Tommy accepted the Harbor tour request, there's nothing indicating that he would feel weird just hanging out with Buck. Tommy just doesn't know how much of a overthinker and bi disaster Buck truly is yet, but that's the story for another time.

Buck and Tommy really don't know much, if anything, about each other at this stage, as you can see in 7x05, but they're already validating each other's feelings. We've seen Buck get his feelings ignored, hurt, dismissed and kind of fetishized for 6 seasons, now this is something he's been looking for the whole time, for someone to understand what he's going through. At the same time, this interaction must also be quite freeing for Tommy, who's been haunted by demons from his own past.

[lovecla]

IF YOU LOVE ME, LET ME KNOW | jack hughes.

00.1. how it happened:

➴ warnings: none!!

➴ word count: 1.2k

➴ author’s note: welcome everyone!! as i promised, here’s the start to our fuck buddies jack ‘n soph series<3 hope u love them as much as i do!

—♡

IT all started as a joke.

Not your career, no, that was very serious. Sometimes you still couldn’t believe how big you’d gotten. Seriously, it was like magic. People now paid to see your concerts, asked to take pictures with you and related to your songs, your situations.

How crazy was that?

But that isn’t the main joke.

It all started a few weeks after the release of your single, Nonsense. You were alone in your home studio, doing some writing and recording a few ad-libs for your new upcoming album— all songs dedicated to your shitty, fucking cheater of an ex, yeah— when Grace, your best friend and manager, barged in with her phone on her hands.

“Jesus,” you said, putting your hand over your heart. “Don’t you know how to knock? You literally scared the shit out of me, dumbass.”

“Knocking is for the weak. Also, I need to show you this. Ain’t no time for knocking.”

She sat on the chair beside you and showed you her phone. It was some kind of TikTok but even if you tried to understand what it was, you couldn’t.

“So?” Grace asked, a huge smile on her face.

“Hum,” you said, sounding uncertain. “Cool video! Are you leaving me for a TikTok career?”

She laughed out loud. “What?! You’re such a dumbass sometimes,” she showed you her phone again. “This, my love, is the New Jersey Devils account.”

“People who praise the devil like my songs? Didn’t see that coming…”

“Sophia, don’t you fucking tell me you don’t know who they are!” Grace furrowed her eyebrows.

“Hum… I do?” You lied.

She made a weird sound, which sounded a lot like a frustrated scream.

“They’re hockey players, they are in the NHL, National Hockey League. And this video alone has three million likes. And why, you ask me, little puppy,” Grace started using her theater kid voice and you rolled your eyes.

“Probably because they’re hot, I don’t know?”

“I thought that too. But then, I went to check the comments, and all of them were talking about your songs. So I watched the video and I realised, half of the team, grown ass men, were listening to your songs!”

Raising your eyebrows in shock, you watched the video again. And Grace was right. It was one of those “what are you listening to?” videos, but with a bunch of men wearing suits. And at least half of them said one of your songs. Mostly Nonsense, Espresso, Read Your Mind, and, shockingly, one of them even said one of your oldest songs.

Apart from that, the video’s caption said “should we make a Sophia Montenegro x NJ Devils collab??” and, to your absolute surprise, more than a half of the comments said “yes, collab, please!”

Which made you laugh. You were used to all sorts of people listening to your music. Kids, teens, adults, even old people sometimes, but hockey players? Those big ass men who liked to beat each other up during the games?

“That’s new, huh.”

“Apparently, people went crazy over the fact that they listen to your songs. And that’s not even the best part,” Grace squirmed. “Their marketing team reached out to your marketing team,” she pointed to herself. “And they asked you to perform at one of their charity dinners next month!”

You both yelled and jumped out of your seats to hug each other and jump around— being careful with her new Goddess braids. You were so grateful to have someone like Grace to help you out.

“This is, like, a huge thing for you, honey,” Grace teared up a little bit. She cried almost every time you got a new job. “They want to set up a meeting with you, nothing too fancy. They said something about the end of the hockey season and whatever that means, they want you in it.”

“That’s awesome, right?” You smiled. “I’m certain that you said yes already but I’m still going to ask you. Did you?”

“Duh, ‘course I did. You have a meeting with,” she looked at her phone again, reading something. “Shanon Anand tomorrow morning.”

“I love you, Grace Morgan.” You whispered, looking at the woman in front of you, your heart feeling full and warm.

“I love you too, Sophia Montenegro. Let’s rock some hockey boys.”

—♡

TURNS out that Shanon Anand is a very beautiful woman, with Indian features and a smile that would make any dentist proud.

“We are very pleased to have you here, Mrs. Montenegro.” She had a bit of an accent and it was so cute.

You smiled. “Thank you. It’s an honor, really. And please, call me Sophia.”

“Alright, Sophia it is,” she smiled back. “So, I don’t know if you’re familiar with the Hockey world but we’re currently walking towards the end of the seven month season.”

“I have to be honest with you, all I know about hockey is that they skate on the ice and beat each other up. That’s about it, I fear.” You felt your face getting warm.

“It’s alright, dear, no one’s going to ask you questions about Power Plays or penalties,” Shanon laughed and you sighed, thankful. Interviews were something you actually enjoyed doing but answering questions you didn’t really know the answer sucked. “We will hold a charity gala next month, and Grace told us you are available?”

“I am, yeah,” you opened your planner, looking at your summer schedule. “I do have to be in California by the second week of April to perform at Coachella but before that, I’m free.”

“You would be needed in the last week of April, on the 30th. Is that okay?”

“I think so, yes,” you nodded. “Do you have a preference for a performance or?”

Shanon grabbed a huge binder and opened it. “Actually, we do have a few requests, I hope you and your team don’t mind them,” you nodded, grabbing a pen just in case you needed to write anything. “First things first, we’d really like it if you kept it all PG,” she smiled, looking embarrassed.

You laughed, nodding with your head. “I expected it already. Don’t worry, I’ll try to keep my dirty mouth closed.”

“Perfect, thank you. Besides that, we’d request for at least three songs, and if you could maybe sing an acoustic version of them? It’s a night event and the vibes we’re going for are like, jazz club? Sorry if it sounds confusing, we’re still working on the details.”

“Acoustic? Yeah, ‘course. Do you have any songs in mind?”

“No, we thought it’d be better if you chose them. What suits your voice better and all of that.” Shanon ran her hands through her hair and blinked twice in a row. She looked stunning, but tired.

“Alright, I’ll think of a few options.” You nodded again.

“At the end of it, we’d like to take a picture of you with a Devils jersey, if you don’t mind?” She sounded hopeful.

“I don’t, really. I’m fine with it.”

“Perfect!”

The meeting didn’t last long after that and your mind was working really fast to try to have everything perfect. You still had more than a month to prepare so you knew everything was going to be fine.

At least you hoped so.

[storiesforallfandoms]

we have to stop meeting like this ~ eminem

word count: 3465

request?: yes!

“hi!! love your work :) can you do a fem reader x eminem where they are both on vacation at the same resort, but don’t know each other yet. they keep running into each other throughout their vacation and he finally decides to ask her to get dinner and they hit it off and he knows immediately she’s special and he’s going to be with her for a long long time. thanks xxx”

description: he never expected to meet someone on this vacation, but things have a funny way of happening sometimes

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two, three)

Marshall was a workaholic. Everyone in his life knew that. He was always “on”, so to speak, and very rarely gave himself any actual breaks.

But after his two daughters had gotten engaged, and his youngest child had graduated from high school, Marshall realized that life was too short to be spending all of his time on work. He decided to take the time he had between albums and actually have a proper break - a vacation with his family.

He set everything up: a week long vacation in the Dominican for himself, his three children, Hailie and Alana’s fiancés, and Nate and his wife and their kids. He had even invited Kim to come along if she wanted, thinking it would be good for the kids to have both of their parents together, acting civil, during the first real family vacation they had been on in a long time, but she declined the invitation.

Marshall set up so that everyone had their own rooms, even Stevie, as he felt it would be way less awkward for the everybody than sharing one or two rooms between 10 people, especially for the three couples.

It was an unbelievably beautiful day when they arrived. Hailie and Alana were immediately enthralled by the idea of going to lay by the pool and enjoy the sun, and Nate’s kids were already energized by the idea of getting to play in the pool all day. Marshall was just excited to get into an air conditioned bedroom. From the moment they stepped off the plane he realized he made a mistake by wearing black jeans and a black hoodie, and not bringing a change of clothes in his carryon to change into when the plane landed. By the time they arrived to the resort they were staying in, he was dripping in sweat.

The feeling of the cool resort lobby was a welcoming one as he walked in to check in. There was one person by the front desk, a young man who was on the phone as Marshall arrived. At first, it seemed the young man wasn’t paying attention, so Marshall tapped on the bell on the front desk to draw the attention to him. The man’s gaze flickered over at him for a second before returning his full attention to the phone call. The action surprised Marshall, and he went to tap the bell again before a voice cut him off.

“That’s pointless. He’s not going to respond.”

Marshall looked over to see a woman stood beside the counter, leaning on her suitcase with another, smaller bag tossed by her feet.

“I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes to check in,” she continued. “He’s too deep into whatever that phone conversation is to answer.”

“There’s no one else working?” Marshall asked.

“Apparently not. I asked if anyone else could check me in, but he just ignored me.”

“Well, that’s unprofessional.” Marshall turned back to the man and said, “Listen, I have nine other people waiting to get to their rooms so they can go out and enjoy the weather. Is there anyone else who can come and check us in?”

The man held up his index finger, signaling “one moment”, before turning to the computer in front of him.

“10 people? Damn, you must’ve brought the entire family,” the woman joked.

Marshall chuckled. “I basically did. It’s me, my three kids, two of them are engaged so their fiancés are with us, and then my brother, his wife, and their kids.”

She whistled. “Wow, you really did bring the entire family. Makes me feel lonely just being here by myself.”

“There’s nothing wrong with a solo vacation. I just haven’t been able to take my family on a vacation in a while because of...work. Trying to make it up to them now.”

“Well, taking all of them to a Dominican resort would definitely be making it up to them in my books.” She moved from her suitcase to extend a hand to Marshall. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“Marshall. It’s nice to meet you.”

Their introduction was cut off by the sound of a hushed argument. They both turned to see that another employee of the resort had appeared and was very clearly chastising the man at the desk in a hushed voice. Their argument was brief before the new employee angrily dismissed the man, then plastered a customer service smile on his face and turned back to (Y/N) and Marshall.

“I am so sorry for the inconvenience, you two,” he said. “Seems my colleague thought to take a phone call for a reservation over checking in guests. May I help the two of you check in?”

Marshall turned to (Y/N) and gestured for her to go first. “You were here before me.”

“Thank you.”

Marshall waited patiently while she gave him her name and information on her stay. It took this new employee - who, judging by the difference in his uniform versus the employee who had been here before, was a manager - mere seconds to find (Y/N) in their system and to give her a keycard for her room. He apologized again for the wait while (Y/N) turned to walk away.

She looked back at Marshall and waved before making her way to the elevator. Marshall watched her go until the elevator doors closed around her, cutting the two of them off finally.

“Sir?”

Marshall snapped out of his trance and approached the front desk to get check in. In the same speedy manner, the manager had found his reservation, assigned him five separate rooms, and had five cards scanned and passed to him. Marshall thanked him, waving away another apology, and went back outside to find his family.

“That took you long enough,” Hailie teased when she saw him approaching.

“Front desk issues,” Marshall said, passing them their keycards. “I figure we take it easy for this first day, but if you guys want we could check out their restaurant for dinner tonight. I caught a glance at it while I was waiting and it looks a lot fancier than some of the restaurants back home.”

Alana chuckled. “Everything here is gonna be fancier than back home, dad.”

They all agreed to the plan and went in to get changed from their flight. They were all on the same floor, but each room was separated by quite a bit. Marshall’s was at the end of the hall, luckily near the ice machine. He almost felt like taking the ice and shoving it into his hoodie and pants at this rate. Anything to get rid of the intense heat.

He quickly peeled off his sweaty clothes and tossed them to the side. The air conditioning was on full blast and he sighed with relief as he felt it against his bare skin. The room came with a mini fridge, which was already stocked with multiple beverages, including several bottles of water. Marshall grabbed one and chugged half of it almost immediately.

After cooling down enough that he thought he could handle the heat, he grabbed a pair of shorts to put on and took a towel from the bathroom to take with him by the pool. He decided not to take a shirt with him. The less clothes he could get away with, the better.

When he stepped out of his room, there was someone at the ice machine. He glanced at them for a moment, not thinking anything of it, until he did a double take and saw that it was (Y/N). She looked up from her ice bucket and smiled as recognition crossed her face.

“Hey,” she said. “I see you got checked in alright.”

“Yeah, that guy was a lot more efficient than the one before him,” Marshall said. “Are you on this floor, too?”

She shook her head. “Next floor up. This is the closest ice machine apparently. So, I gotta hope the ice doesn’t melt by the time I lug it up the stairs back to my room.”

He noticed her eyes wandering to his naked torso, his collection of tattoos on display. She tried to make it seem like she hadn’t been looking, which made Marshall smirk.

“Going down by the pool?” she asked.

“Yeah, gotta soak up as much of the sun as I can before I can’t anymore.”

She nodded. “Cool...yeah...maybe I’ll - uh - see you down there.”

“Maybe you will.”

She nodded again, almost like she was unsure of what else to say. They both awkwardly excused themselves to go their separate ways again. Marshall had to fight the urge to look back at her as he walked towards the elevator again. She had definitely been checking him out, but he couldn’t lie and say he hadn’t been checking her out, too. Actually, he had been stealing glances at her since they met in the lobby. She was absolutely gorgeous, wearing a floral sundress and a pair of light sandals, her toenail polish matching her fingernail polish.

He shook his head to snap out of his thoughts as the elevator door opened. He had only just met the woman, he couldn’t be thinking about her so intensely already. For all he knew, he would never see her again once their vacation ended. She would be another memory tied to this week in paradise he had planned.

Hailie and Alana were already by the pool when he arrived. The area around the pool was full of people, but there was enough room that it didn’t feel jam packed. Most of the other visitors were in the pool, enjoying the cool water and the drinks they had in their hands. Nathan was sat by the edge with his legs in the water as he watched his kids playing around. Marshall pulled a chair up next to Hailie and laid back.

“Where’s Ash?” he asked Nathan.

“She wanted to take a quick nap before dinner tonight,” Nathan responded. “She was up almost all night with the kids. They were too excited to sleep.”

“Why weren’t you up with them?” Alana asked, peering at her uncle over her sunglasses.

“I was for a while!” Nathan said, putting his hands up in surrender. “I just sleep more soundly than she does, so when I got to sleep their giggling and talking didn’t wake me! I told her that I would’ve stayed up with them, too, if she had woke me.”

One of the kids splashed Nathan, both of them giggling evilly as their father exclaimed in shock. Nathan pushed off the edge of the pool and got in, causing the two kids to scream and swim away from him.

“It’s so fucking hot here,” Marshall muttered.

“That’s usually the appeal of the Dominican, dad,” Hailie teased.

“I know that, smart ass,” he retorted. “I’m just making a comment. It took me forever up in my room to cool down, and now I feel like I’m fucking melting again. At this rate I might just walk around the resort naked.”

Both of his daughters made noises of protest, which Marshall smiled at. 

Eventually, Stevie came down to join them by the pool as well, and Alana and Hailie’s fiancés decided to take up residence in the pool with Nathan. Marshall rested his head back against the chair, closing his eyes to block out the sun. His body felt like it was on fire again, but the lack of heavy clothing this time made it more bearable. He could get used to having constant sun like this.

It had to be a coincidence that when he opened his eyes and lifted his head again he saw (Y/N) walking at the other end of the pool. She wasn’t looking at them, she hadn’t made any sounds to draw attention to herself. He just opened his eyes and there she was. He walked her pick a vacant spot across from them to put her towel and her bag down. His eyes widened as he watched her pull her dress over her head, revealing the two piece bikini she was wearing underneath.

“Who are you staring at?” Hailie asked.

Marshall jumped. He wasn’t sure how long he had been staring at (Y/N), but it was obviously long enough for it to be noticeable. He really hoped she hadn’t seen him.

Hailie followed his eyeline and smirked when she got the answer to his question. “She’s pretty.”

“We’ve run into each other a few times already,” Marshall said, trying to cover his ass.

“I’m sure you have,” Hailie teased.

(Y/N) got into the pool and swam around in one spot for a while before she began to make her way towards where Marshall was sat. He sat up quickly, although he wasn’t sure why. It would’ve made more sense for him to stay lounged back. Now he just looked like he was very eager to see her.

Which he was, but she didn’t have to know that.

(Y/N) swam up and leaned against the edge of the pool in front of the three. “Okay, we have to stop meeting like this.”

Marshall chuckled. “I’m not saying this was planned, but I did tell you I was coming out by the pool. Seems less than coincidental this time.”

“Oh, I assure you it was definitely all an accident,” she said. “I just also happened to be coming down to the pool. Totally forgot you said you’d be here too.”

They were both smiling at one another and Marshall forgot the world around them. He even forgot his own two daughters next to him, until he heard one of them clear their throats. When he looked over, they were both watching the scene with an amused smile on their faces.

“These are my daughters, Hailie and Alana,” he said. “Girls, this is (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) said.

“You too,” Alana said.

“Hey, (Y/N), do you have any plans tonight?” Hailie asked. Marshall looked over at her in confusion.

(Y/N) shook her head. “No. Just enjoying the spot while I can.”

“Dad wanted to try the restaurant here at the resort, but we’re all pretty tired from the travel and all the sun. Maybe you two could go together.”

Marshall had to stop himself from whipping around in his chair to look at Hailie in disbelief. He tried to keep his cool, but suddenly his heart was pounding against his chest and the heat was feeling more suffocating than it had before.

(Y/N) looked up at Hailie, then to Marshall. A smile was tugging at the corners of her lips. “That sounds nice. What time should I meet you down there?”

“Uh, I guess...around 6 should be okay,” Marshall said.

(Y/N) nodded. “That sounds good to me.”

She pushed away from the edge and went back to swimming around in the pool. Hailie looked proud of herself as she laid back in her chair again, ignoring the questions and protests from her father.

But Marshall couldn’t lie, he was very excited to get some one on one time with (Y/N).

~~~~~~

The girls explained the change of plan to Nathan, their fiancés, and to Stevie, all of which seemed very okay with the idea.

“I can take Ash on a date night instead,” Nathan said. “We won’t sit anywhere near you guys though, bro, don’t worry about that.”

So, with this sudden date in place, Marshall found himself digging through his suitcase to find anything that could be considered more “formal attire”. He hadn’t planned to meet anyone on the resort this way. He didn’t think there would be anyone he would have to impress. None of the clothes he packed seemed to do the trick, but he didn’t have much time left till he was supposed to meet (Y/N). He had to pick something, so he grabbed another pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt.

(Y/N) was waiting in front of the restaurant as Marshall exited the elevator. He almost breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she was also wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Nothing too formal, but something good enough for a surprise date.

“Hey,” Marshall said, getting her attention.

She turned and smiled. “Hey. I see you have a shirt this time.”

Marshall chuckled. “Yeah, I’m hoping the restaurant is air conditioned. Otherwise, I might get kicked out for stripping down if I get too warm.”

(Y/N) laughed at his joke, which sounded like music to his ears.

They walked in and were promptly seated at an empty table. The place wasn’t close to being full by any means, but it was still pretty busy. Marshall figured the resort had no problems staying busy at all times of the year. It was a beautiful spot, decently affordable and, besides that one rough patch when he had come to check in, the staff were very nice. He would love to come back again. Especially if this date with (Y/N) worked out.

They engaged in the usual small talk, getting to learn more about one another now that they were actually able to have some alone time together. Marshall was open with (Y/N) about his celebrity status - which luckily had not interfered with the vacation so far. To his surprise, (Y/N) admitted she had no idea that he was famous.

“I’m not into that kind of music,” she said. “No offence or anything, it’s just not my scene. I’m very much a pop and/or rock type of person.”

Hearing her say that felt like a weight had been lifted from Marshall’s chest that he didn’t even know had been there. There was always that small worry that he was getting into a relationship with someone who saw him more as Eminem the rapper than as Marshall Mathers the person. But (Y/N) seemed genuine about now knowing who he was, which made him feel like he could really relax for the rest of the night.

The night was going by very smoothly. Marshall found himself really falling for this woman in a way he hadn’t in a very long time. He worried that maybe it was happening too fast considering the fact they had only met for the first time that day, but then again there was a chance this relationship was also fleeting.

Which was something that had to be brought up eventually, and both of them knew it.

During a lull in their conversation, (Y/N) was the one to ask first, “So...what happens at the end of the week when you go back to Detroit and I go back to my home?”

Marshall sighed. “I didn’t really want to bring it up.”

“I didn’t either,” she admitted. “I’ve been having such a good time, I don’t really want to think about that future.”

Marshall thought for a moment before saying, “Would you be willing to do long distance if we had to?”

She nodded. “Of course. I’ll give anything a try, honestly.”

“I think...I could come see you. That would be easier to do than you coming to Detroit since you have your career and everything there. I can come see you and stay with you for some time, and next time you can get a prolonged time off work you could come visit me in Detroit. But the times in between...we’re just going to have to trust that we can do long distance for as long as we need to.”

(Y/N) reached across the table to slip her hand into his. “I think we can do that.”

Marshall gave her hand a squeeze. “I don’t want this to come off as me trying to push things too quickly between us. We only met for the first time today, we’ve only gone on one date. If you don’t want things to continue past here, I totally understand and I can respect that.”

She smiled and giggled. “If this were any other scenario, I think I would be more worried about going too fast and whatnot. But right now...I don’t know. I feel different with you. From the moment I saw you in the lobby, I feel like there was a connection between us that would be a waste not to explore it. Like you said, even if this doesn’t continue past the end of both of our vacations, at least we gave it a try.”

Marshall smiled. “Yeah, that sounds good to me.”

(Y/N) picked up her glass and raised it towards him. “To giving it a try.”

He chuckled and tapped his glass against hers. “To giving it a try.”

[ronearoundblindly]

Ari- pre baby....: Your boss is being cruel and said a horrible thing about you to the bosses of your boss about you

Warnings for--WOAH THIS GOT SO OUT OF HAND--yeah, so, bad/rude management, bit of angst and language, relatively-tame protective!Ari but look at this guy, nothing tame about him, and then not-at-all-tame sexy!Ari again please just look at him and I dare you to tell me I'm wrong, smut, bit of praise/dominance? maybe, mostly just hng. (I'm FINE, btw, I'm not like lonely or repressed at all, FWIW, this is a totally normal reaction to...whatever. I have no shame anymore. 🤷🏻‍♀️) MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY. There is plenty for minors to read on my Light Masterlist, but this work is not for you! WC Who the hell knows. My guess is 2.5k about...

Too Eager, a Bedrock and Blueprints drabble

Sometimes you can tell by the way someone says something, they do not mean it kindly.

He's done it once before, your boss, described you as 'eager' when you volunteered to stay late and help with a project one of your coworkers messed up before leaving on an international vacation.

Someone had to do it, and at the time, you had no one to go home to. Why not? Dedication to your work makes you look good, right?

Wrong.

Apparently, eagerness crosses a line, and it's not a helpful or useful line. It's this ambiguous veil that you've passed through into being 'a woman' in this line of work. Eagerness translated to submissive and meek to your boss. He thinks you're a pushover now, and what's worse is there's no way to undo that stigma.

If you refuse to do extra, now that you have willingly done so before, you're not being a team player, you're being lazy, or you're clearly having 'a bad day.'

None of that is true, of course. You simply have a terrible boss, a man unable to interpret basic human decency without mansplaining it through a 1950s sepia filter for the incompetent.

You've come home crying a handful of times, played it off as nothing important to your boyfriend, and convinced Ari that you're just having those adulting pains that come with a full-time salaried position in a company hoping to do everything under the sun with as few employees as possible.

You're just worn thin. That's all. Ari understands that.

He even accepts that excuse for a time.

But then the phone call happens.

No, you aren't on the phone, and no, you are not meant to hear your boss say it to his bosses, but you do.

You once again 'volunteered' to finish a late project--if you can call being stared at by everyone in a meeting following the question "Who will handle this by Friday?" a voluntary choice--and walk past your boss's office to the restroom.

"Yeah, Donny--" clearly speaking to his own boss, Mr. Donovan, a golfing buddy once the courses open "--you know how these girls get. They're so eager to prove themselves. She's never said no."

Well, that just about sends you.

You're shaking by the time you wash your hands, splashing cool water on your neck in an effort to control the rising heat of anger. Frustration prickles behind your eyes.

Concentrating is impossible, and you text Ari to let him know you will be much later than initially thought. What can you do? What can you say that doesn't sound vindictive or childish? What happens when you go back on your word to get this done?

He joked about it, but saying 'no' runs a huge risk for someone like you. There's competition for this job. You had to work for years to be given this promotion even. Sure, you earned it, but it can be taken away just as easily.

Your boss knows that. Your boss's boss knows that. You think Ari knows that as well, but he actually doesn't.

Ari comes to pick you up, but when you refuse to come down to the truck, swearing you can't leave yet, he walks right on up to the offices.

He finds you in silent tears at your desk and kisses your forehead without a word. Your boss still chats in his office, seemingly avoiding going home to his own wife, loudly discussing the need for a new 9-iron.

Ari rips the phone out of the man's hand and disconnects the phone call.

"Hi, you don't know me and you don't want to," Ari starts with a huff that accounts for exactly 4% of his actual outrage at this moment, "but I'm here to pick up my girlfriend. She's been here--" he checks his watch "--an hour and forty-five minutes longer than necessary waiting for you to do your fu--job, and I'm taking her home. I assume you are capable of finishing your own damn work without supervision."

"It's not my job," your boss spits back.

"You're the manager. You've done her job before. You can do it again. It's what they pay you for."

Six-foot-scary Ari steps around the desk to prove his point.

"Unless you're so fucking lazy--" he tried not to curse, he really tried "--that you'd rather pay her double for every single second she puts up with your incompetence, daily, I suggest you get off your ass and do the work yourself."

The phone starts ringing beside him, and Ari picks it up.

"Hold please." He presses the receiver to his broad chest and glares daggers at the alarmed piece of shit cowering in a rolling chair. "She won't be here past five P.M. anymore, will she? Will she?"

Your boss shakes his head, taking the phone when Ari offers it, expressionless.

For good measure, Ari shoves the nearest stack of papers off the desk before stepping over the mess and walking out.

The entire ride home he thinks about how much he'd like to lodge that 9-iron so far up the guy's ass...and then realizes you're still crying quietly in your seat.

"Kid, I'm sorry. I swear, it'll be fine. He can't fire you for that. You still did more than you were supposed to, and if it takes him forever, that's his fault."

But you don't speak. Not when he rubs at your shoulders. Not when he opens the door for you. Not when you go to lay on the couch instead of eating dinner with him.

Ari sets a plate of food on the coffee table in front of you, but you ignore him and turn over, curling into yourself.

Sure, yelling at your boss wasn't his most tactical move ever, but that bastard's been messing with your confidence for so long. Ari couldn't take it anymore; he doesn't know how you have taken it for so long.

You must have fallen asleep.

Groggy, empty of that hot anger and embarrassment that fueled you before, you turn willingly when Ari sits on the couch and places your legs in his lap.

He’s quiet and gentle, stroking your calves below your work skirt, asking what you want or what you need, but your mind is just blank.

With the TV turned down, it’s just a hum behind Ari’s focused and flickering face as he watches you in rapture. He knows your bad days. He hates them as much as you do. He hates to see you as anything less than content, but he most loves to see you happy.

“Let’s get you comfy, okay?”

He rolls the zipper of your skirt down at your side and yanks it free slowly. He runs his hands up your body and back, under your blouse, to unhook your bra, ghosting a kiss to your clothed chest before sitting back up to tug at your tights. He didn’t say anything about you only taking your shoes off at the edge of the couch, which means Ari is being remarkably controlled for how much he hates shoes in the house. As he playfully shimmies the long and frustrating tubes of nylon over your feet, you sit up to pull off everything up top, letting the blouse and bra drop to the floor and crossing your arms over your bare breasts.

“Cold?”

You nod, and Ari takes off his own t-shirt right there to help you into. It’s warm from his body and each fiber smells deeply of a decade of comfort. His hands return to holding your thighs.

“Better?”

Yes, but you don’t want to talk about it.

You lay back and stare at the ceiling, watching what looks like blue flames dance over the beams and plaster. It wasn’t really your responsibility, it wasn’t truly your job you didn’t finish before walking out of the office, and it wasn’t even you who encouraged Ari to blow up at that shithead boss of yours, but tension and irritation still rise in your chest, constricting you as if the cotton switched to lead threads by some alchemy.

One of Ari’s large hands settles on your stomach beneath his shirt. Though it adds weight, the touch is human and grounding. He cares for you. He wants to take care of you, and sure, maybe his attempts have been imperfect so far but they show a willingness to listen and work. His other fingers draw patterns over the inside of your thigh, and he digs into the soft flesh a little more when you clench.

That tickles. He knows it tickles.

But he says nothing. He asks nothing. He stares forward like this is the most interesting silent movie he’s ever seen, except there’s definitely a lot of talking and he can’t hear a word.

He settles into an absentminded pace, and you don’t notice his position steadily moving until the tip of Ari’s index finger starts teasing over your panties.

His gaze doesn’t shift from the television. Ari’s pace doesn’t change at all for what feels like minutes, but you can’t be sure because you’re not able to pay attention to anything but that featherlight drag over your skin.

You turn slightly, and his hand presses heavier into your belly, pinning you there. As his fingers push closer, drawing more distinct and deliberate circles, you grab hold of his wrist, and Ari hums.

“More? You like that, sweetheart?”

He stops to instead trace the edges of your panties, letting you whimper and squeeze him, rubbing your thighs together over his lap.

“Maybe these are in the way, huh? Should I—“

You’re already lifting your knees to help.

Ari chuckles as he slides off your underwear. You gasp when he doesn’t let both of your legs back down though, hooking one behind his head to keep you open and exposed to him. He doesn’t fake watching the screen anymore. He scoots closer until your hips are propped up on his thigh, folding you at the mercy of his fingers.

“That’s it. Let me in.”

Though he’s no longer teasing, your boyfriend takes his time working in one, then two, then three fingers. As he becomes more engrossed in your sounds and little wiggles of response, Ari turns toward you, kissing the inside of your knee and thigh, drawn in by the sight of you taking him in so smoothly.

He coos when you tighten around him, shallowing his movements in favor of curling those fingers and rubbing his palm against your clit.

Your grip on his wrist is frantic while that tether in your gut threatens to snap. The scrambling makes Ari flip his pressing hand over for you to grasp.

“That’s it,” he encourages hoarsely. “There she is.”

He knows exactly how to fuck you, exactly how to throw you over that cliff and break you apart exquisitely, and he loves to watch.

“More,” Ari demands over your cries and the loud squelching of wetness between you. “Give me more. I know you can.” His hand holding yours remains weighty and urgent against your body as you convulse, milking your orgasm for all its worth and then ripping away to watch your cunt flutter around nothing. “Fuck, yes. More.”

You’re only vaguely aware that Ari shoves his drenched hand down his sweatpants to slick himself, squeezing your grip back.

“More,” you repeat.

Ari groans, tearing the pants down away from his hips to fist his cock harder at your words. “Yeah?” He licks his dry lips after a ragged breath. “That’s what you want? More?”

The only answer you can muster is bringing your joined hands up and sucking two of his fingers into your mouth, a grunt of unbridled lust punched from his naked chest.

He hurriedly picks up your clothes, stuffing them under your ass as a makeshift pillow so he can straddle the side of the couch and fuck into you, your leg still over his shoulder. His shirt rides up as he tweaks your nipples between those same rough, sticky fingers.

He huffs out praise—how beautiful you are, how good you feel, how grateful he is that you let him give you this—and tells you to take whatever you want, to come whenever you want.

Your jaw goes slack, but Ari immediately uses that spit to swirl around your bundle of nerves as he drives in faster, deeper, harder. The only thing your mind can hold onto while your body floats is the sound of him teetering on the edge of ecstasy with you.

He slows to ease you through the overwhelming intensity. It takes you a long time to notice he’s remained hard inside you, and after sweetly petting all over your skin to ground you, he almost pulls out.

You tense.

“You didn’t finish.” It’s a question and condemnation in one.

“You didn’t tell me to,” he says with a debauched smile.

Gingerly, Ari lowers your leg down to hook around his waist, bending to nuzzle against the long line of your sweaty throat, pressed to where oxygen rushes in and out of your ravaged body.

“Go on. Practice. Boss me around.” He leans back, ready. “You know I’m only too eager to please you, kid. Anytime.”

It’s kind and genuine, an open invitation, a request you can refuse, but you don’t want to say ‘no’ to Ari. He is patient and receptive, loyal and respectful. He protects you when you flounder to see your own worth. You’re wanted and needed. The advantage is all yours. You are neither submissive nor meek; you are as dedicated to your pleasure as you are to Ari’s. That’s the whole package. That’s the woman he loves.

Eagerness is not a fault. It’s a gift you give to each other and your lives.

“Okay, then, old man—“ you reach to scratch through his thick beard “—take me to bed. We’ve got work to do.”

Ari grins and scoops you up with sudden energy before realizing he’s about to trip over the sweatpants pooling around his ankles. You laugh, and he curses up a storm, kicking them onto the floor by your shoes.

Like he did that first day in the house, the first day he showed how much he felt for you, Ari follows orders and carries you down the hall.

A/N: I had a lot of trouble editing this because the month of May just melts my brain with how busy it gets. Hopefully, this turned out okay. I got a sudden bit of inspo when I woke up the other day, and it seemed like the way to go at the time...Now, I'm not so sure. I'm going out on a limb and posting this anyway. If it's trash, please let me know, and I'll redo it!

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Jujutsu Kaisen and Attack on Titan Matchup exchange for lovely @pretentious-blonde

Author's Note: I love writing matchups so thank you for messaging me! You're so nice, btw ❤️ Sorry for any grammar mistakes or odd phrases; English is not my first language. I hope you'll enjoy it!

(Amazing gifs are not mine, please show appreciation to the OP)

From Jujutsu Kaisen, I match you with...

Gojo Satoru

- He adores that you can match his playfulness and energy. You would click from the beginning, at least he would be already interested in you. Badly. The chats and fun banter between you two leave him feeling energized and warm inside. He'll love annoying you affectionately. Nobara always tells him he doesn't deserve your attention, and he always agrees, amused, laughing. But he's honest when he says that; he feels that way sometimes, but no one's ever going to know...

- Despite being the strongest, many people see him as superficial and careless because of his apparent behavior, so he understands you when you're misunderstood. He understands you and uses words of affirmation as his love language to let you know that he loves how you're more than what it seems and if the rest doesn't see that, you shouldn't care. Of course, he'll try to end it on a lighter note by saying that you're almost as cool as he is, almost, just to watch your exasperated reaction.

- Did someone say gossiping? The tea you bring him makes his day. Will cancel any plan for a gossip session with you. He's the type to talk on the phone and say "Yes, of course, don't worry, I won't tell anyone." while smirking at you, already excited to end the call and share the news with you. I can imagine something happening in front of you two, or you both hear a thing worthy of gossiping, and you share a distinct, unique glance that says, "Can't wait to talk about it when we get back."

- Gojo won't admit it but he's a bit worried when you're taking risks like that. It might not look like it from the outside but he's very protective over you. Only you know about this and feel it from his gestures and words. He's opened up to you about the situation with Geto (after a VERY long time) and how he couldn't take it if another person dear to him would get hurt like that or worse, away from him.

- Believe it or not, Gojo knows he can be overbearing sometimes so he'll try his best to tame it down for you. As much as he likes how expensive you are, he also finds it useful. He can tell your reactions apart and understand when your annoyance with him is true and not for dramatic effect. He pays attention to your little details.

- Gojo admires that you're self-assured, he loves seeing you walk around and talk confidently. It's so damn attractive! He'll always hype you up shamelessly, privately or publicly. He doesn't mind if you get bossy with him, but he'll only sit back and enjoy it without even registering what you're saying.

- Loves how physical you are because it's hard to keep his hands to himself around you too. He might get a bit clingy so let him know if it's too much. He'll tease you a bit but he'll keep it in mind and tame it a bit. But for him? Getting physical affection from you? It's never too much, especially in intimate moments.

- He won't help you with the dishes after those dinner parties you like, but he will make sure that you feel good, t, oo, not just the guests. You did too much for everyone, let him do something for you.

(He can't wait for everyone to leave for that part.)

- Dancing around? Of course, you two would do that in the intimacy of your home. He'll never decline it. Secretly likes your moves but enjoys more how happy you look while doing it. He wishes he could keep that smile on your face for as long as possible. He's a terrible dancer, by the way, but that doesn't stop him.

- Sew something for him and he won't take it off ever. Get ready because he'll even have requests. Gojo would love to have something embroidered by you on the back of his blindfold, something small and nice. Do you know that Maison Margiela kiss shirt? He asks you if you could make him something like that as a DIY project, knowing how much you like those and wanting to flaunt that shirt with your lipstick marks on it. Just imagine how good he'd look with it. Aesthetically wise, you two would be THAT couple that always has fire outfits and looks good. Your style matches perfectly with his.

Song for you two: JMSN - So Badly

Who also has their eyes on you: Nanami - He enjoys your company more than he expected at first and would love to take you on nice dates, sit down, and talk to you about different topics over a lovely dinner.

From Attack on Titan, I match you with...

Jean Kirstein

- He resists hitting on you from the start even if he instinctively wants to do it from the start. You can't blame him, he thinks you're breathtakingly beautiful. What he likes the most is your smile and how expressive you are. In fact, he likes your features so much that you trigger his old drawing hobby back. He'd like to sketch that smile but it has been a while without sketching anything.

- Your bubbly personality is exactly what he needed. You're that sunray that makes the colors from his life more vibrant. After all those fights, losses, and missions, now the only mission left, and priority is your happiness next to him.

- His friends are grateful for you because, in the past few years, Jean has grown more serious, losing bits of his excitement for everything around. His trust is also broken. So, at first, as much as he enjoys your company, he doesn't let himself get attached. But jokes on him, he finds himself falling for you with everything that he learns about you. He feels so warm inside, but it also worries him.

- Jean noticed your rare moments of insecurity. He will never point out anything about it but be sure that he noticed. He pays attention to those moments and tries to help, he tries to keep you distracted from those thoughts.

- Shows you off at those dinner parties. Everyone at the table notices how his eyes sparkle as he speaks about you and what you prepared, holding your hand. It's so cute, no one wants to interrupt him. But there will always be someone who has something to say. "I'd marry her too, Jean." Sasha would blurt out with her mouth full one time.

- He loves your cooking! But won't let you stay too long in the kitchen even if you enjoy it. Jean will join you. He'll either help or shower you with praise and affection (because he, too, is very physical). He will never let you overwork yourself. Jean is big on spoiling you and making sure you're relaxed.

- He's a wine type of man but he won't say no to enjoying a glass of whiskey with you, especially when you make everything feel sweeter. If you two get accidentally tipsy, I can imagine you slow dancing in the dim living room.

- After the traumatic chaos of the war, he just wants to rest and experience stillness. Stay with him, stretch your legs across his lap as you read something. Jean will ask you to read your favorite book out loud as he closes his eyes, relaxing and idly drawing patterns on your ankles and calves. Those are also the times in which he opens up to you more. You two will often indulge in deep conversations. Everyone knows that Jean is complex, and if you like that, be ready to be enamored with him during those talks. Jean is an amazing conversationalist; he listens, sparks interest, asks the right questions, everything.

- Sometimes, he, too, feels he's a bit impulsive, especially when it comes to protecting his dear ones. You two will have to protect each other (not that you weren't already doing it but you'll need to keep an eye on each other just in case someone decides to get a little reckless).

- His loyalty matches yours. Many around him don't think he'll be capable of being bewitched by only one individual, even if it's quite the opposite. He might come off as a ladies' man, but when he finds you, his special one, nothing and no one else matters anymore. And you still are his special one till the end, every day. Jean is honest with all of his compliments. He won't take you for granted, he'll try to win you every day with small things.

- He likes the authenticity of your style but what he likes the most is all the ways you express yourself with your make-up and hair. Whatever Jean might be doing, he'll always stop in his tracks and watch you getting ready in front of the mirror, enjoying the sight and thinking that he's such a lucky man.

Song for you two: Joji - SLOW DANCING IN THE DARK

Who also has their eyes on you: Miche - God how whipped he would be...You're so fun and lovely, everyone will notice him smiling more frequently because you are around.

[ladystrallan]

Once Upon a Time season 4B thoughts

I’m rewatching OUAT and I wanted to share some of my opinions on each season!

- I think the life she always wanted was for you to not be evil

- Camelot mention

- Okay that’s actually kinda nice

- Rumbelle travelling together would be so cute

- Robin… stop brooding and get a DIVORCE

- When is Marian Zelena? Waiting for my girl to come back

- Wow that’s cool of Marian

- Still annoying though

- Yeah… don’t call me grandma

- A dalmatian… Cruella?

- Oh no she got kidnapped!

- Bye Robin lol

- You kidnap my girl, you will die

- “Why do you care about me?” “… I don’t” HE WAS GOING TO SAY I LOVE YOU

- Rumple getting exposed…

- This is making me so anxious omg

- Oooh belle with the dagger

- Omg she’s gonna command him to cross

- “Your true love is power” omg nooooo

- This is DEVASTATING

- NOOOOOOOOO

- I’M CRYING THIS IS SO SAD

- “Everyone deserves their happy ending” except rumple apparently

- I LOVE this interpretation of Cruella!

- Her animal control powers are so cool and I love the green smoke like in her movie

- Regina is mayor again… don’t know how that happened

- What if… I don’t want them to be released

- Her name in the land without magic is still Cruella??? Isn’t that suspicious?

- Get in loser, we’re going to storybrooke

- Not the drive thru…

- She taped the picture back together… can’t she just magic it back together?

- Is that chernabog?

- He also used to give me nightmares

- Loving all the fantasia content this season

- “Is there a dwarf called Evilly?” Lol

- IT WAS GOING AFTER EMMA

- The charmings have a juicy secret

- Cruella’s matching phone case… iconic

- “Is there a problem sheriff chiseled chin?” Lol

- WHAT DID HOOK DO???

- Ooh maleficent is pregnant! (I remember that lily is her daughter)

- Omg the rattle

- Maleficent’s modern outfits are so slay

- She has a similar style to Zelena

- Since when was there a train in storybrooke??? It has to be in the town lines obviously

- Using a sleeping curse concoction to get high lol

- Did young regina borrow one of rumple’s outfits? It looks like it

- OMG IT WAS RUMPLE

- Rumple is going to beat up will so hard lol

- Noooooo I hate there not being Rumbelle

- YASSSS August is back!

- Ursula has the exact same backstory as Ariel

- But I do like the idea that she used to be a mermaid

- I have a feeling that’s not actually Robin

- Oh it was a dream

- Sometimes the cgi in this show is downright scary

- Not the growing nose

- Loving these villain backstories

- Awwww Ursula redemption

- “It’s you” AWWWWWWW

- I love captainswan

- Omg young emma ripping snow’s heart out

- Ooh they’re setting up the dark swan arc

- THATS THE AUTHOR (I remember him)

- Ugh I hate Isaac

- That’s actually so sinister (the charmings stealing maleficent’s baby)

- And to ‘ensure Emma’s goodness’

- Like maybe just raise her right???

- Rumple stop being evil I’m begging you

- Oh that’s how ursula and cruella ended up in TLWM

- I LOVE WALT DISNEY BEING AN AUTHOR

- Kinda ironic that the thief gets stolen from

- Not the taxes

- “If this is new york I’d hate to see the old one” lol

- Not rumple having a heart attack…

- OZ MENTION

- Hopefully this means my girl Zelena is coming back soon

- “That’s not the marian I know” foreshadowing

- YASSSSS ZELENA IS SO SLAY

- Even when she’s threatening rumple

- Her plan to disguise herself as marian is 10/10

- She’s so smart

- Not Cruella’s mom using dalmatians to threaten her

- Fun fact about me is that I don’t like dogs at all (I’m a cat person)

- Cruella being able to control maleficent as a dragon is so cool

- EX HUSBAND???

- Noooooo rumbelle should still be together

- YASSSS THEY KISSED

- not Will…

- NOOOOO IT WAS REGINA CONTROLLING HER

- Regina literally stop

- You’re supposed to be redeemed but you’re literally leveraging belle (who is innocent) against rumple

- Doesn’t seem like a very heroic thing to do

- “I know a nice quiet spot where we can… talk” seems a little serial killer-y

- All the little details in this show are perfection

- Like Cruella’s favourite song being the Cruella de Vil song from the movie

- FaceTime ransom

- Ooh emma doesn’t trust her parents

- Noooooo not the mom

- Ohhhhh yikes backstory

- I like how they sympathized/redeemed Ursula and Maleficent but when they got to Cruella they were like nope she’s just a psychopath

- Emma’s going dark omg just about to punch that guy

- Ooh rumple is going to beat will’s ass

- “Alright scrappy” lol

- SHE LIED

- Emma should have mentioned that she knows her birth mother

- Nooooo that is so sad that Emma never got a good family as a kid

- She got copped out so many times (Ingrid, these people)

- Nooooo rumple saying will is going to protect belle’s heart

- I NEED THEM BACK TOGETHER ASAP

- Okay the fact that Zelena tricked Robin into getting her pregnant is very yikes

- Yikes I forgot Regina sterilized herself

- THE HEROES AND VILLAINS BOOK

- The ogres are back!

- I love hero!rumple

- Would he be called ‘the light one’???

- “Come on Henry please be dead” lol

- Isaac is literally so stupid he can’t even remember the story that HE WROTE

- “Hi ho boys, it’s off to work we go” that sounds so funny when you say it ominously

- Villain!snow >>> hero!regina

- I said what I said

- Omg Snow actually being in love with James???

- LOL ZELENA BEING ROBIN’S FIANCÉE

- I just noticed charming’s guyliner lol

- He is called the light one!!!

- THE CHIPPED CUP

- I love a good stop the wedding plot

- OMG SHE’S TURNING GREEN AGAIN

- “I don’t love Will” YASSSSS

- KISS HIM BELLE

- Aaaaaaaa I hate stuff with black eyes

- Ooh dark swan set up

How I feel about the characters this season

Love: Zelena, Hook, Emma

Like: Cruella, Belle, Ursula, Maleficent, August

Neutral: Rumple (it pains me to put him here), Lily, David, Snow, Henry, The Apprentice, Will Scarlet

Dislike: Regina, Robin

Hate: Isaac

Season rating: 6/10

I really like Cruella, Ursula, and Maleficent! I think the writers made really cool interpretations of their characters. I was not a fan of Rumbelle not being together, Regina and Robin getting a lot of focus, and Isaac. I HATE ISAAC. The season was pretty engaging though. Probably would have rated it lower if not for the villain girlboss trio (and Zelena).

[nyasialiveshere]

Theories I hide on my phone

Okay so let the record show I have no proof and I can’t even put all the evidence I have cause...reasons but this is more just something I put together a year? year and a half ago. I told my sister but she was on tiktok and didn’t care, but she said it was interesting which coming from her and her limited attention span-- is a compliment. So this is going to be either really long or really short

I actually first thought of this theory as a joke then I was like hold up there’s a lot here. It’s all speculative and for fun, it’s really more of a thing that shows how matrixy the matrix is so many people have a lot in common even if they don’t know each other...or do they 

AgAin this is NOT everything I just have other stuff to do and I’d like to get this posted by like today and not spend a billion years on this one thing and I can’t even go into detail. This is just the small stuff I can’t post other things that make it even weirder because..it’s not my business..his isn’t either but..techinically nothing is anybody’s business. So anyway the theory

okay so what this theory actually is..its hard to explain I’m technically not theorizing anything this is all public information I just said hey there are similarities here so let’s take a look.

So N tee way, Justin Drew Bieber was born march 1st,1994

Kim Jongin was born January 14th, 1994

(ps his ears looked so big as a baby but now they look so tiny off topic sorry)

Justin was raised by a single mother, 

Jongin was not though he has said at some point that it was just him and his mom living in Seoul when he left to pursue his dancing dream.

(there is no photos of them from this time but here’s a photo from around that time? I really don’t know)

Both their lives changed in 2008.

Justin at 13 was signed to Scooter Braun(who interestingly enough would later end up selling his artists to a Korean label what are the odds) and Usher.

Jongin at age 13 won S.M entertainment’s Youth Best contest(what a stupid name). 

There is no specific date for this, for this but sometime during the 2000s Jongin went to an Usher concert(his words not mine.) He was never specific about this but apparently it affected him so much he said he wanted to be able to have stage presence that woo’d women like Usher and Justin Timberlake.

Oh crap this is so funny, turns out Justin Timberlake and Usher were actually fighting to sign Justin Beiber, but Usher won out and became his mentor(Thank God). But they are still cool there’s no beef

Also Usher took a photo with his ex at the Met Gala what is going on

the matrix is matrixing, okay this is a sign I’m onto something

Okay so just small personality things. After doing research I realized shockingly that I didn’t know a lot of things about Justin even though his life is kind of an open book.

Firstly I couldn’t find the photo but I swear there was a childhood photo of Justin with his hair just like Kai’s but I can’t find it his hair was blonde with black highlights

sort of like this

While Jongin had black hair with blonde highlights

So Justin is even more obsessed with kids than Kai is, I know I was shocked but he is. 

A lot of times when I saw photos of him with children he wasn’t related to the kids at all nor did he know the parents though this was a family friend’s child I think. 

He’s done like a lot of make a wish’s and charity things related to children. It’s easy to say it’s a front but I honestly don’t think it is. The amount of times he’s stopped on the street or in a restaurant and introduced himself and interacted with kids who don’t even know who he is that’s a lot of effort for just an act.

Jongin’s philosophical adoration for children is also well known so much so as it’s basically apart of his brand at this point.

the main diffference would be because of how celeb culture is. Celebs being stopped and people going up to them isn’t really a thing so how an idol acts off of professsional studio camera’s is really anybody’s guess. So I’m not really sure the history of Kai’s interactions with kids but...that’s another thread point is they both really like kids.

They both really like and were inspired by Mj. Now this is kinda iffy like almost every celeb is but hey it’s just an observation

Weirdly Kai doesn’t talk about this much now and days there’s only a few comments he made about him at the begining of his career. And a...anyway he is inspired but in his own words he doesn’t want to be him or be too compared too him..I still think it’s strange he said that considering..other things anyway 

The oddball one

In 2019 Jongin starting performing confession.

 It was most likely inspired by Usher’s confession.

 I definitely think it was inspired by that confession because of the hats. (cause usher confessions is about cheating and getting caught (just some historical context.) )

 With what the lyrics of the song was about, the choice of hats didn’t really make sense. Though I don’t think the whole thing was strictly about being like Usher or an rnb type performer, just the aestetic came off that way.

Also the performance style was similar to Justin beiber’s (minus the dancing)

 (I mainly mean the chain, being shirtless and the tattoos)

but all rnb dudes do the same so.. 

(also I’ll get to the tattoo’s later cause that’s also interesting)

They both have had cornrows and dreads in similar styles.

Now I will say the only minute difference is that Justin had his hairstyle as just that a hairstyle. He simply wanted to, as a person making his own decisions, get a traditionally black hairstyle even going to a black person to get it done. Jongin is a kpop idol and it isn’t known who or what made him get these hairstyles....

orrr at least that’s the common belief the truth is...a bit different. From multiple hours of deep research I was able to determine from a large collection of internet receipts that exist in the abyss of websites that are so old my mom probably knows what they are..Jongin actually braided his own hair..pretty much everytime you see a photo of him with them... at least a large majority of the time. This does make sense. Because the quality of his braids are different in different photographs(hairstylists would be more consistent). Sometimes they are very neat other times a little sloppy. 

I assume he took them out because I found old tweets saying ‘thank God he took them out’ but weeks later in a performance he would have them in. I must admit that’s like a lot, having to braid his own hair and then perform, that’s no joke. So to dismiss him just being a typical wave rider/cultural appropriater just trying to look cool, baby who has that type of patience not many people.

So they both have a similar appreciation for black culture...not going any deeper that’ll be for another thread

Ironically right after complementing them I have to say another tid bit that they both have video’s of them saying the N word. Blah blah blah, it’s not hating or exposing just listen. It’s weird because these video’s had have taken place in very similar time frames between 2010-12ish. Also both videos existed but resurfaced around 2014-2015ish. That’s super duper strange. I won’t link the vids cause then people will be like your hating..I’m not I don’t care they were kids who cares. The N word is said approximately a billion times a day in middle schools across america I don’t have the energy to hate on other people. I’m just saying big picture what are the odds. 

I won’t put the links cause that’s just petty,

Also last one in 2018 Justin let go of his bleach blonde hair and buzzcut and grew his natural dirty blondeish hair back

He embraced his imperfections and became more natural and laid back

This one is tricky cause kpop idols change their hair like the wind changes direction but for a minute Jongin had his hair in a similar dirty blonde mullet style

also I won’t post the photos with him bare faced because the kpop community acts like facial blemishes are cursed and if you post an idol with acne you’re hating but he actually went to fashion week with little to no makeup on. Touch ups on his photos and some minor concealor aside he wasn’t wearing makeup. Which is interesting cause he’s usually does do full face contour but in 2018 he was more natural.

LAST THING..that I can think of, idk i’m tired I did this while doing a whole bunch of other stuff today.

So this one is a bit..all over the place just keep an open mind.

So Justin is an open and very vocal christian..very.  There is for a reason but...that’s for another time. A reason aside from the he just made some mistakes or his family forced him, it’s way deeper than that.

Jongin is...not. At best he is one of those people who just stays away from talking about religion and tries not to even discuss it in passing. Which I have theories on why this is but that’s for another day, I’m honestly too tired to get into that. He’s a complicated person. Anyway. We’re just looking at the facts rn.

In 2018 Justin beiber around september? idk. He was doing what he does. Just singing on the street about Jesus to anyone who would listen. Anyone who has done even slight research will know around 2017 Justin had a faith crisis and got super duper close to this celebrity pastor Carl lentz who...yeah just look it up anyway they were so close Justin even moved in with Carl’s family for a little bit. So 2017-2018 was definitely a religious awakening sort of point in Justin’s life.

Also this is just observation, it’s not anything concrete everyone is welcome to believe anything they want. If you want to believe it’s all a coincidence, by all means please do. I literally just do this cause my brain is a rollercoster and this is funner than watching t.v. It’s not that deep

So December 28th 2018, I wasn’t privy to any of this info cause I took a 2-3 year break from kpop cause I wanted decent grades and a social life and Kpop got in the way of that so I just forgot it existed. Then I took a break cause I needed to focus on myself and blahblah blah. Any recently before months starting school in the fall I decided to do a deep dive and catchup with all that happened. So I wasn’t blinded by the daily drama or gossip or emotions that make fans unable to see synchronicities and little details. From what I can tell around that time the biggest thing concerning people’s thoughts toward Kai was his perpetual habit of being a tease onstage. Like I get it but I dunno like I’m a dance/performance head so like that’s normal for dancers like the more theatrical the better. The dance community is literally always gassing one another up male or female like yas be sassier, more hips, pose, slay. It’s normal I just don’t get people oversexualizing him for that, it’s supposed to be fun. But I digress. Anyway I noticed that in one of his performances for tempo he was wearing a cross, I wasn’t sure if this was simply for fashion purposes so I just figured it was and ignored it.

then I found this and realized that probably wasn’t it

Active faith is a christian sportwear company worn by many christian athletes

So what does this prove...nothing really it’s just interesting. 

Anyway then I found that days before during another performance he wore another crucifix looking necklace

Now where am I going with this...just wait. I still didn’t know what to make about it. 

Except I kind of do. So on the 25th of December in 2018 post or pre dating scandal at this point I really don’t know. He was doing an instagram live

https://youtu.be/v7pVauY3QO8

I could say what I heard but.. I feel as if you watch it and read everything I put and do a little of your own research you will know why I put this here if you watch it and notice nothing..don’t even worry about it. I can’t spoonfeed.

Lastly there is his live in 2019 after one of exo’s concert. Again this isn’t about this so I’m not going into detail I’m just trying to like group this thought of mine together with why I feel how I feel.

He was talking about his tattoo’s and also these tattoo’s that he had were portraits of animals which justin also has. It’s not in the same order, not all of the same animal but I did notice both him and justin had falcon’s? eagles? idk something like that, along with a flurry of other animals at least two land animals and at least I think..I’m so tired

the only difference is that Justin has a decorative cross on his forearm that kai didn’t have

oh wait

yeah now I’m done. I literally didn’t even know this starting this, Justin has like a million tattoo’s and I just saw this one. The matrix is really matrixing

[moonbridgedaisies]

Cool

When I was a little girl, I used to sit outside your colorful door on the scratched, maroon hardwoods and lean my head against the frame. You and your friends would chatter and gossip inside, and I wanted so badly to be a part of the conversation.

“Do you wanna go on the trampoline with me?” I would ask with a excitable plea.

Most of the time you’d say “No!”, an exasperated inflection on your tone. But every once in a while you’d say yes, and nothing in the world could have made me happier in that moment. How cool I was to be with you.

I used to steal your favorite purple tank top and hide it in my room until I wanted to play dress up. Sometimes I’d even play with your makeup until I felt as pretty as I thought you were. Of course you would always yell at me to leave your things alone, but I never listened. To be you was to be cool, and I wanted to be you.

“I’m moving,” you said, and that funny feeling set into my heart for what seemed like the first time. You thought it would give you freedom to leave our old rickety home, to find yourself out in those blazing sandy streets in California. There was no such thing as a too long phone call then, not when you lived so vivaciously and I sat lonely on the other side of the country.

The second time you announced you were moving, you were coming home! My older sister, finally coming back to be my cool mentor and guide. You would show me how to be exactly like you, now that I’m older and we can get along better. But getting older didn’t make us better, and though I dreamt of closeness the days pushed us farther and farther like magnets pressed against their poles. You may have been home, but you’ve never felt more distant.

Being around you felt less sincere, and the coolness you had fell away like old wallpaper in sweltering heat, revealing the foundations that were far less exciting.

“This isn’t her, she’s not really like this…” I would think.

I blamed your boyfriends, I blamed mom, I blamed everyone but you, because I wanted so badly for you to be the cool, idealized version of yourself I grew up thinking was real. But growing is realizing that sometimes the people you love the most are also the most disappointing. Where I used to steal your shirts and makeup, you began to feel entitled to my time and my money. There was no saying “no” to you, and suddenly my existence as an emotional ATM became apparent. But I can only let you use me and throw me away so many times before I get tired of being treated like an expired credit card.

You used to be so cool, but maybe you never were cool to begin with. Maybe this was you all along and I just didn’t want to open my eyes wide enough to see it.

[preciadosbass]

15/8/24 [1 DIY/2, if you concider the jacket diy due to the custom aspects + got 2 CDS!! key & significant photos at end]

reguarding the end of yesterdays journal, the update for when i actually went to sleep was 3:40-50. i woke up today at 8, fed boris and briefly said goodmorning to him, checked my socials, and got to adding a new addition to the things i post. i’ve decided to do weekly recaps/highlights to focus on the cool things i’ve done because i can imagine most people dont want to read the long journals i write and find out if there’s anything interesting hidden in there. i therefore started screenshotting parts of my previous journals to write it down and make a draft/drafts. at 9:20 i started making just random drafts, like unposted pictures ive taken at reptile experience, things like that.

AND saw the new gerard way sighting via my tumblr feed!! apparently he was at the cinema again XD — at 9:30 i started downloading drawing references of my fav musicians and got to drawing my killjoy oc again at the same sort of time. i finished at 10:30 and had to keep on redrawing stuff before uploading it to my phone because i couldn’t find a layer id drawn scribbles on so i could delete it lmaoo // i’m not really happy with how it came out, look for more than a quarter of a millisecond and you notice everything wrong with it. hopefully if i keep up drawing everyday i’ll improve.

i cant expect much from a second time drawing since like 4 years ago but i’m just disappointed. everyone else on here is so talented *cries /hj* i scrolled on scenemo-related posts on my tiktok feed until getting ready to go out. i didn’t plan on going out today, mostly because i thought i’d be sleeping all day, but i didn’t have the urge to go back to sleep so i tagged along to see some family with my parents. i got dressed into my dark cargo jorts [told you i’d be wearing these a lot] and my skinless shirt, as that and my silent hill shirt are the only ones that go with the cargos. i also accidentally forgot all of my bracelets, so i felt naked the entire time i was out. 11:20, i went outside with boris.

he was SO affectionate and spent the whole time i was out there circling around me while pressing his-self onto my back and then going over to my hand to nudge it, and prompt me to stroke him. he’s like this almost all the time but something about it today just made me more happy than usual. i literally couldnt stop smiling. like he was propped up on me that’s so adorable 😭. i must’ve looked crazy to all the people driving past though. i stayed out until 12:10 when i had to leave.

i went out to see my grandad at his assisted living facility, his daughter [my distant aunt], and my other grandad, of whom i didn’t know was coming until we got there. i listened to underoath and paramore during the car ride and we got there at 12:30. i was greeted by the care home’s cat and with my grandad [the one who lives independently] WITH LITERALLY JUST HIS FRONT TEETH AND NO OTHER ONES APART FROM HIS BOTTOM SET 😭 he talked about something to do with this when i came round his house not too long ago but i thought he’d have more than two?? just joking, he found it funny i was surprised too.

the care home had this outside music thingy on so me, my mum, and my mums dad sat in the garden while my aunt and dad wheeled my grandad down to our table. he wasn’t as unresponsive as he sometimes is today. it was clear he tried to make conversation and said a few things which were just so - him. [he has dementia and dosent usually speak/has little to no mobility to an extent/has been this way since i can remember etc. just tryna give you an idea of why this was amazing.] a few times he came out with like, full sentences, which was nice to hear. my aunt also gave me the can tabs shes been collecting for me. me and my dad left to go charity shopping [thrifting] at 2, while the others stayed. we went into at least seven/eight and in the third i found an evanescence cd RAA - such a good find. not even a minute later my dad pointed out an avril lavigne cd which i also took and bought.

i cant wait to play them both, i just need to find something to do while listening. i’m bad at just listening to music without another task, i end up focusing on my thoughts and not taking in or processing any of the lyrics etc. me and dad walked back to the home and sat with the others for a bit before my dad and aunt took my grandad back up to the living room area. to be fair it was getting colder and we had to head off anyways. he didn’t like the lift very much but they eventually got him into his signature chair around all of his housemates and i said goodbye to him. i gave him a hug and he kissed me on the top of my head without any prompt whatsoever, which was heartwarming. we starting driving back at 3 and i listened to gerard way on the way home before having not even a minute long nap.

we got home at 3:10 and boris was so happy to see me. he ran up to the car once we’d parked and meowed at me while lifting up his head for me to stroke it. i stayed outside with him and added the new can tabs to my tab bracelet. it was enough to finish it so i tied it off and it’s a perfect fit. its big enough to go down my arm a bit, but not big enough to fall off my wrist. at 4:50 i randomly sparked an idea to make an upcycled necklace with one of my favourite musicians on it. i didn’t have any pictures of jaime or chi that were small enough to fit on a bottlecap, so i resorted to a print of kellin quinn. my dad drilled holes through a corona bottlecap and once he was done i used mod-podge to still the picture onto it. i left it to dry on a book and went back outside with boris.

he came inside to sit on the table so i also sat there with him until around 7:20 as my phone ran out. while i was sitting with him however, i attempted to draw my killjoy oc again. its honestly embarrassing so i’m never letting anyone see it and i hope i neevr do again — but it’s a shame because i genuinely thought it’d turn out alright. in my room i checked to see if my necklace had dried [it had], doomscrolled on tiktok, and saved outfit inspo. this lasted up until 8:30 and at this time i got dressed again to try on one of the outfits in question, just so i knew how it looked on me so i can wear it the next time i do something.

the outfit was: [there’s a photo at the end but you can’t see a few things because of the lighting] a sleeping with sirens shirt, with a long sleeved burgundy shirt underneath it rolled up to just above my elbows. with my can tab bracelet, a studded single rowed cuff, a wooden bracelet, a string bracelet consisting of lots of shades of blue, an earth colour schemed crystal ball bracelet, ripped skinny jeans, and a sleeping with sirens band bracelet. after taking photos for journal reference and so i don’t forget anything when i wear it, i found a plain black zip up jacket. i took a few pins off my backpack and added them to the pockets and neck piece/line.

they consisted of: a saw pin, a paper clip with the gay flag on [again, not even really because i’m gay - i just love the colours, a paper clip with a black stone/crystal sphere attatched, a pin implying taxidermy, a kellin quinn pin, and a pentagram pin. i tried it on, and maybe it’s just because of the general heat [although i tried it on at night and my room dosent have a working radiator or anything] but it warms me up almost immediately. which is great because i haven’t worn a coat since i started dressing alt and im always cold. i did all of the above while listening to my new evanescence cd — my favourite song from the album hasnt changed, its imaginary. afterwards i went out to the kitchen table and sat with boris.

my sister suddenly [i say suddenly, she’s always like this - which is why it’s so draining.] started screaming at the top of her lungs and jumping and punching the floor [the ceiling above the kitchen] and it was terrifying boris and archie. boris was already panicking, and then it set off the dog because he must’ve thought someone was dying. it was deafening. i went upstairs, frustrated, because she genuinely acts like she dosent share a house with anyone else and screams while gaming everyday; despite also being told to quiet down everyday. she also knows how loud she’s being, and how sound sensitive me and the animals are. anyway, i asked her to be quiet because she’s scaring boris [in an slight angry tone, because it was angering. but not like, anywhere near shouting.] and she replied with something along the lines of ‘no im not, and i don’t care.’

i told her to stop again and she shook her head and continued speaking to whoever she was playing a game with. i just said her name, again, implying for her to stop and she smirked and started waving at me. i said ‘what is wrong with you?’, she told me she hates me, and i walked off. then i cried for like 30mins because i felt guilty about saying that. i’m just really sick and tired of my cat, who lives here, feeling scared in his own home because of her. aswell as me, i also feel on edge here because of the whole screaming thing, and how angry she gets over it when she’s told to shut her door or quiet down. [shutting doors dosent make a difference though, as our house is from the 1800s and the walls are paper thin.] i carried on accompanying boris and made a couple of gerard way gifs at 11.

i went into my room for a split second and when i came back i saw that boris was sitting in corner beside the doorway of the kitchen. which i immediately thought was really weird, and then i saw that he’d been sick. i called my dad because i don’t know how to clean stuff like that up from our old floors and tried my best to comfort him. he wasn’t really having it, which makes sense because he obviously couldn’t have been feeling good. it was a hairball, thankfully [and unkthankfully, of course], most likely due to him licking/biting out lots of his hair because of the bugs from outside getting on him. my mum will be giving him treatment for it soon, it’s just always trouble when its applied, because he gets very agitated and one he runs away, your not getting another chance. and if you do get through to him and apply the treatment, you can’t really fuss him for over a day.

which is such an obstacle for me because i try my best to spend a lot, if not all, of my free time with him. he kept on wanting to go outside afterwards, so i left him to his own devices as he was still quite skittish over being around anyone. at 12:20 i was in my room after checking if he wanted to come in, when i decided i was gunna nap. i slept on and off for 10 minutes before my mum came back from being out with her friend. i napped again, this time on and off for 15-20 minutes. she came back once id woken up and let boris in with her. he straight away had something to eat at the bowls outside my room’s door and was purring. my mum told me that it was raining outside so i felt terrible that id accidentally left him out there while i slept. hopefully he managed to get under my dads car/the bit over the front door but he was clearly wet.

i attempted to fuss him and apologise. i spoke to my mum about why i think he’s not okay and then got the yes to coming up and doing the questions. on the way upstairs, boris followed me round the living room and onto the living room table. he put his head back for me to stroke it and purred again. which sort of gave me the idea that he was/is feeling better, which i hope with every part of me is the case. upon going up to ask the questions, my sister got into a huge heated argument with my parents over some update that’s coming to one of the game she plays tomorrow. she said that it’s being released at 4am our [UK] time.

my mum said my sister could put an alarm on her phone, but she said that it won’t wake her up and started begging my parents to wake up at 4 to get her up. they said no and she started screaming and everything. she finally went into her room after my dad looked it up and found out it’s allegedly happening at 9, so she got her phone back for 10 minutes to put on another alarm and tell her friend that the original time is most likely wrong. i started doing my questions after my sister agreed she wouldn’t disrupt them and everything would still be okay, even though she’s not supposed to be awake when i do things like this. mainly because of change in routine.

i started doing my questions and she came into my parents room and i had to stop. she eventually left after kind of verifying that didn’t mess everything up and i finished doing my questions. i actually managed to get downstairs at 2:25, so that’s also when i finished them. it took longer that it should’ve because of the really long argument and after boris being sick, i had even more reasons to believe he isn’t okay. and, my parents didn’t ask me to do them until quite late. i went on to pour myself some icy water, feed boris, do my teeth, and then say goodnight to boris.

i showed him what i’d done today and fed him his treats like always. he was purring like crazy throughout the whole time i was speaking to him which made me feel really relaxed. i finished at an unknown time [i thought i logged it but apparently not] and went to sleep at 4:10.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, archie/immediate family’s dog, questions [about boris]/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he’s okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i’m hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

[gelmaah]

Starting a new hobby (?)

(look at this cat i found at the local park~)

June blog post (2022) 🌤

It's the end of the school year and I want to start a new hobby, maybe something related to music. 🎵

I feel like I've always wanted to do something related to music ever since I first listened to that one song that came to me in a youtube recommendation. I think that song was obenkyou shitoiteyo (a jpop song mixed in with rock elements)

I remember that I first listened to it during the earlier half of the first semester in 2021–it was a monday afternoon after late night classes. It was really uplifting for me at that time for some reason and when I relistened to it I kept feeling that way. So whenever I felt down I just repeated it and it somewhat calmed me down. (and I'm glad I found it too)

Apparently this is backed by research too:

'scientific research has shown that it can influence physiological processes that enhance physical and mental wellbeing.' 'benefits of music, including improved heart rate, motor skills, brain stimulation, and immune system enhancement.' https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8566759/

And I don't disagree, music helps a lot more than I thought it would.

As a person who hasn't ever taken an interest in music before this their entire life, the whole music culture and the idea of 'vibing' to something is starting to makes a bit more sense.

Surprisingly enough, thinking back, I've been surrounded by music more than I previously thought–playing the radio from the car and singing along to songs like broken (lovelytheband) and havana (Camila Cabello) and the like.

take a look at your spotify wrapped or the radio stations you listened to and you may be welcomed by a wave of nostalgia as you reminisce how you were back then.

I felt very inspired to do something about this after listening to their songs for such a long time. So I thought I might as well do something about it–express it.

A few weeks ago I tried to learn piano. Downloading booklets with practice sets and practicing an hour every day after school. But as a week passed I started practicing less and less until I it came to a point where I had basically given up. I think one of the key reasons I failed was that I didn't have a tutor–and also the fact that the piano was in the coldest room in the house 🧊.

Here's two other options–and I'm getting a tutor this time however expensive it is 💸:

It's pretty blurred because I kept it on the back of my phone for such a long time without looking at it. Still, I wrote this initially when the idea of learning an instrument came to me (it says 'drums' on the back) and I'd probably have forgot if I didn't do so

Write down your aspirations! Who knows when you might have the time to act on them––and writing it down turns your thoughts into actions, however little of a step that may be, at least you're going in the right direction ➡️.

So piano didn't work out, and drums seem complicated–well, all the foot-hand-leg-arm coordination jazz feels like a bit too much for what I can handle right now, especially with having to invest in an entire drum set or something of the like to be able to practice at home.

hmmm, by process of elimination bass seems like a viable option:

smaller than piano & drums (transportable and affordable)

the low bass tone (the low–deep feel of the bass is something I haven't explored very much and seems cool)

rhythmic and funky feel (e.g. Disco Yes, Billie Jean, and Feel Good Inc)

there are local tutors (very important if you don't want to give up and provides good motivation to practice)

lower barrier of entry compared to something like the guitar (lower initial investment to sound good, i.e. less complicated)

and stuff like this -> (2:35-2:50)

Also techniques like this (3:07) which vamp the song before the chorus–I like the idea of being the kind of unapparent but essential part of a song that comes up sometimes to do their job and returns back to jam with the rest of the instruments.

'The bass performs two basic and vital functions within a band or group:

Bass provides the rhythmic foundation. Bass provides the harmonic foundation.' https://www.studybass.com/lessons/basics/the-role-of-the-bass/

I'm not too sure yet, but I really want to do something about it. Just take a look at techniques like slap bass–wow.

Maybe i can be like that some day.

[ryanlockheart]

clint harmon was doing a number on ryan lockheart. sure, he’d had plenty of public relationships — some for pr, others genuine — but no one had ever got him so riled up he had to have them in the middle of the viper room. for once, it felt amazing to throw all caution to wind, to live on the wild side. ryan couldn’t tell if the words spoken were promises or just pillowtalk, but the sentimental side of himself hoped that it was all true… that somehow, they’d figure out a way to make things work between them. ryan would try his best to play it cool around clint, get the young actor addicted to him, and then claim his victory. “you talk a big game, baby,” ryan said with a smirk. “but ‘m sure that little cunt’s gonna be the only i want from now on. you better not let me down.” the reality was ryan knew he never would disappoint him. with a face so striking and a body that could put anyone else to shame, clint was sure to be a beast in bed. ryan knew he’d be worn out by the lithe male by the end of the night. he wouldn’t have it any other way. “spoken like a true footslut,” the raven-haired male remarked with a deep grin on his pink lips. “you keep it up, and you’ll have all around access to daddy’s feet — the gym, the car, on set… you come a-callin’, and i’ll get them out for you to worship. won’t care who sees.” ryan might have talked a big game, but he planned on fulfilling every little thing on his agenda. clint was the man of his dreams, so why wouldn’t ryan help make his dreams come true too? ���might have to see that sometime. bet you could cum just from my socks, my little gooner foot slut” ryan teased. shot after shot, the actor was mewling moans out like he was in his own bedroom, fisting his own cock… but he couldn’t help himself. ryan was a complete and utter mess in his own way. he probably would’ve looked ridiculous to anyone else, but he knew clint would just love it. he pulled back and admired his own handiwork. clint was dripping in cum. ryan’s phone snapped a photo and finished the video recording before sliding back into his pocket. “there’s plenty of where that came from,” ryan promised. “but ‘s daddy’s turn to take care of his pretty girl.” his hands stroked the small of clint’s back, skin on bare skin. next thing he knew they were nestled in the booth. “so we’re back to being bratty, i see… i like it,” he hummed. he kicked a shoe off his foot while clint spread out in the booth. ryan’s mouth practically watered at the sight of that sweaty, tight pink rim. he was dying to get a taste. he brought his own sneaker to his hands, giving it a quick whiff. it had been all he’d worn for weeks, and it was apparent… so when the taller boy climbed behind clint, he took it straight to clint’s face and covered his nose with his shoe. “gotta reward you for being my good little girl, don’t i!l? ‘s how you keep sluts like you around,” ryan teased. seconds later, and his hands were coming down hard on those pale globes. he parted his cheeks, now pink from his slaps, and silently admired his hairless, pink rim. no more time was wasted; ryan let his flattened tongue swipe across the muscle. first, nice and slow, just to tease the bratty actor. and just when he knew clint would complain, his tongue picked up its pace, devouring him like a man starved. “that’s my pussy,” ryan announced as he pulled back for a second. “you’re my little fuckin’ gooner slut, and i’m gonna wear your pussy out. how’s it feel to know you’re my fuckin’ pocket pussy, clint? that you’d fuckin’ do whatever i ask you just to get a taste of my sweaty feet.” he smirked as he dug back in again, this time letting his tip slip past his entrance. ryan’s goal was to have him squirming soon enough, and he figured he was off to a good start.

contrary to ryan, clint harmon was known for being reckless—yet even he was shocked by his actions. he usually kept his affairs private, rather than putting them on display for all of hollywood to gawk at, but that didn't stop him from lathering ryan's cock with his tongue and proudly proclaiming his desires where anyone could hear. clint was determined to enjoy himself, to let go of the persona he'd held so tightly just moments before ryan had sauntered over to him. besides, it wasn't like it would go any further—clint wasn't the kind of guy that had boyfriends. he was awful at making decisions, his communication skills were shit, and he didn't respond well to warm and fuzzy. there was no hope for them—and although clint knew that, he couldn't stop himself from pretending for just a little while longer. "you have no idea, daddy," clint replied with a smirk. "just wait 'til you dip your cock in it—gonna be the best pussy you've ever had. you're never gonna want to let me go." clint could hardly believe the words leaving his lips. he wasn't normally so pliant, or eager to be stuffed full of cock and left leaking. ryan was certainly doing a number on him, and pretty soon every dirty fantasy that he'd ever been at the center of was pouring out of him without a second thought. "not want, daddy... i'll show you how bad i need your feet," clint corrected, eyes flickering to ryan's sneaker-clad feet. "i'm gonna go crazy over them, daddy. i already know it. i can only imagine how good they're going to taste, or how they're gonna smell. i'd do anything you asked just to get my face in them." when it came down to it, clint knew that he would never need anyone else other than ryan. anything else they got up to, anyone they invited into their activities, was all optional. as long as he had ryan all to himself, he would always be satisfied. "i don't care about anyone else," the actor said plainly, as if it was the easiest thing he'd ever said. there was nothing more clint could do—he kept his eyes fixed on ryan's, head tilted upward as the other's cock thrust deep into his throat over and over again. every restraint he once had was discarded; his lips were swollen, and his face was a mess of sweat, spit and tears. reaching behind him, clint placed a hand on both of his round cheeks and spread himself apart, giving ryan a nice view of his twitching pink rim. "f-fuck yeah, daddy," clint answered, dropping a wad of spit on the other's shaft as he took it into his fist. "gonna fuckin' goon to your feet like i have been for the last two years, like they're the only thing i can get off to anymore. gonna show you that i was made to be your dirty little footslut, daddy." clint was so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't hear ryan's warning—it wasn't until the first shot of cum hit his face that he realized what was happening. his tongue stuck out eagerly, giggling softly as his face was painted with the other's load. ryan, in his current state of disarray, was easily the hottest thing clint had ever seen. the man of his dreams was shooting the biggest load he'd ever seen all over his face, looking like a total fucking gooner, and clint had never seen anything more gorgeous. "s-shit, daddy. i'm drenched," he said as ryan came down from his high, wiping the cum from his eyelashes and popping his fingers between his lips. "taste good, too... 'm gonna need more of that." clint didn't need to wait for further instructions. his pants were off in record speed, discarded in a pile on the floor along with the baby blue thong, and he was mindlessly following ryan into the empty booth. "aw, did you think i was going to let you walk out of here before you buried your face in my ass? that's cute," he giggled, climbing onto the leather both and arching his back. his cock was hard, heavy and leaking between his thighs, his socks were practically hanging off of his sweaty feet from how quickly he'd gotten undressed, and he was gazing at ryan over his shoulder. "what are you waiting for, lockheart? you've got a pussy to eat, don't you?"

[saprophetic]

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Ushijima YN: Being Ushijima's Sister

and Secretly Dating Kiyoko

Kiyoko Shimizu X fem! Reader

Warnings: again none (who is she 🤣 wholesome who?)

A/N: This is an Anon request! This one is also pretty self indulgent because Kiyoko would be an AMAZING partner!

🏳️‍🌈 Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing 🏳️‍🌈

Ok- nobody panic

*Que Tanaka and Noya panicking*

We all knew this day would come ok

The day Kiyoko was snatched up

Honestly pray for Karasuno 🙏🏻

It's about to be at least a months worth of mourning ☹️

Who will hold Suga's hand?

Who will deflect rogue balls to save Yachi 😱

Who will smack all the butts?

Definitely not Kiyoko 🤣

Ok in all seriousness

This is a big deal 😬

Fortunately Kiyoko knows this and is very much prepared

You, however are not 👀

But before we get to that, let's get into how you met your lovely girlfriend 🙌🏻

Que a tournament 👏🏻

Not sure which one, they all blend together at this point

But you were there cheering on your brother and SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

Oh did I forget to mention your brother is Ushijima Wakatoshi

Making you Ushijima YN 🤗

Love that for you

Anyways, since our lovely Shiratorizawa bbys have no Manager

You volunteered to help

Did I say volunteered? Oh silly me, I meant forced

You were forced to fill up water bottles by Semi who literally saw you walking into the gym and handed you the bottles

"Here's YN you're not busy"- Semi handing you the teams water bottles

You 👉🏻👁👄👁 I'm just here to watch-

"Come on YN be a team player!"- Tendou

"YN isn't on our team Tendou"- Ushijima 😐

"You know what, fine I'll help"- you walking away to fill up the water bottles

Suddenly you see greeted with the sight that is Kiyoko

Hear that? That's angel's singing 😇

👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻 need I say more

You are completely stunned by her beauty

You manage to somehow navigate your way to the water fountain while staring at her

Honestly YN get a grip 🙄

You start to fill up waterbottles, while staring 😳

Seriously YN-

"Umm your water bottle is overflowing"- Kiyoko says as you look down to see the water flowing all over

"Crap- uh I'm sorry"- you mutter

Kiyoko laughs and smiles

"Don't be! I'm Kiyoko and you are-"

"Yn- it's nice to meet you!"- you say shaking her hand

You talk a little while you fill water bottles and walk back to the gym

Before it's too late, you gather the courage to just go for it and ask

"Hey can I get your phone number? You seem like a cool person"- you say, blushing

"Yeah!"- Kiyoko says grabbing her phone and waiting for you to give her your number

"I texted you! See you around YN"- she says waving as she runs away

You quickly make your way back to the gym to see the boys gearing up for their match

"What took you so long YN?"- Kawanishi asked

"I'm literally doing free labor. Be thankful!"- you sneer

"You could at least do it in a timely manner"- Shirabu says

You 👉🏻😐 YN out ✌🏻

As you walk to the bleachers you check your phone to see Kiyoko had texted you

"Hey cutie 🥰"

Someone please make sure YN is breathing OK 🤚🏻

Thus begins the ship known as KiyoYN

You start hanging out with Koyoko whenever you can

Going to bookstores and coffeeshops on the weekends and sometimes hanging out at the library doing homework

It's honestly a super wholesome relationship 🥺

It's calm, fun and a nice break from reality

Until is comes completely crashing down 🥰

Now you and Kiyoko were never under the illusion that your relationship would be a secret

You just enjoyed not sharing what you had with the public

And by "public" I mean Karasuno and Shiratorizawa

So let's get the easiest one out of the way first shall we

We all remember Kageyama and Hinata's visit to Shiratorizawa

The one that apparently got Ushijima in trouble

Anyways, our two little dummies accidently left their waterbottles laying on the Shiratorizawa grounds 🙄

Please can you imagine him being disaplined at all 😅

Someone's literally yelling at him and Ushi is just like " 🧍‍♂️ 😐 "

How do you disapline a tree??? Like fr-

When Hinata and Kageyama tell the team about what happened

Daichi about loses his ever loving mind

Suga is trying not to laugh

And Kiyoko is just rolling her eyes 🙄

Tsukishima is filming it for the Karasuno Volleyball teams Instagram page

Side note 👇🏻

Karasuno and Seijoh's volleyball teams both have an Instagram page and follow each other 🤚🏻

Kunimi runs Seijoh's and Tsukki runs Karasunos

Back to the program

"Now how are we going to get those water bottle back? We should make you two march over there, apologize and beg for them back!"- Daichi

Hinata and Kageyama do not want to do that

"I'll get them back"- Kiyoko interjects

"Sweet Kiyoko we will not allow you to put yourself in danger!"- Noya shouts

"Really it's fine"- Kiyoko says taking out her phone and calling you

"Hey YN can I swing by and grab Hinata and Kageyama's water bottles?"- she says

"Of course! I'm waiting for Wakatoshi but I'll be outside the gates"- you say

"Great see you in a bit" she says putting her phone away and changing her shoes

"Be right back"- Kiyoko says taking off and running to Shiratorizawa 🏃‍♀️

Everyone is stunned

Who is YN? How does Kiyoko know you? Why do you go to Shiratorizawa?

"OH MY GOD WHAT IF KIYOKO GETS KIDNAPPED?"- Tanaka yells as he takes off after Kiyoko 😱

Please it's literally just a trickling effect of panic

Soon the entire Karasuno team is chasing after Kiyoko as she runs to Shiratorizawa

Meanwhile you are outside the gates waiting with the water bottles

You look to see Kiyoko approaching and wave 👋🏻

Only then to see, out of the corner of your eye

The entire Shiratorizawa team approaching from the right

Well crap 😐

"Hey YN" -Tendou say waving

Ok play it cool YN

Suddenly Kiyoko is in front of you, smiling as she grabs for the water bottles

Shiratorizawa is quickly approaching and now Karasuno is coming up from behind

WHAT IS HAPPENING???? 😲

Everyone stops when Kiyoko leans in taking the bottles from you and kissing your cheek

The world 👉🏻 Gone. Exploded.

Shiratorizawa 👉🏻😐😳😱

Karasuno 👉🏻😐😳🤯

You 👉🏻😅😅😅

Kiyoko 👉🏻🥰🥰🥰

"Uhh YN- what's going on?"- Reon asks

"Well- you see-"

"Yn and I are dating"- Kiyoko says

Just throw it out there

Transparency is best 👏🏻

Tanaka and Noya look and point at you

Then they look at point at Kiyoko

You both just nod

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻 faint 💀

Ushiwaka seems to be the only one unimpressed by this development

"YN you look very happy"- Wakatoshi 😐

You 👉🏻 I am 🙂

"Then I'm happy for you"- Wakatoshi

You and Kiyoko 👉🏻😳🥺 really?

Everyone else is still top stunned to speak

Finally Suga manages words

"Kiyoko you seem happy"- Suga

"I am, very much"- Kiyoko

You laugh and shrug

"Well ok then. YN it was very nice to meet you. Sorry for- well, this"- Suga says pointing at Tanaka and Noya on the ground

Poor Ennoshita is just standing over them like "Well what now-"

Shiratorizawa is still too stunned to speak

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁⭕️👁🖐🏻 YN WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

"She just did"- Ushiwaka

"I meant sooner!"- Tendou

Please YN, get a hold on it

Well YN, sometimes fairytale have to come to an end

"We were enjoying just being together"- you say

"Yeah without all of this"- Kiyoko says gesturing to thing 1 and thing 2 on the ground

And yours ended in chaos 🤣

Good thing you still got the girl 🥰

[theduosetter]

Maybe we should just try

"Hey."

"Hi."

Kuroo rubbed the back of his neck, as he held a red plastic cup in his hand. "H-how has your first year been going so far?"

"I-Its been going." You answered awkwardly. "I heard you should wait until your second year to see if you'll actually make it through."

"Yeah, that's what Bokuto said to me when homework was kicking my ass." He chuckled lightly.

"But you're still good at science right?" You pointed it out. "I mean you always managed to ace all those tests in high school."

"Well believe it or not my brain sometimes can't handle too much of it. Compared to high school, here they through everything at you without warning."

"I mean it's the first time we go to college. So yeah... it's bound to be rough."

His shoulders started to relax slowly, his body didn't feel as stiff as it first was. He hoped that you felt the same way.

"I um heard you joined a sports team?" He asked.

"Oh yeah!" You exclaimed forgetting about the awkwardness that surrounded you two a second ago. "I was accepted to be part of the team after going through a second try out."

"That's... that's amazing." Kuroo sadly smiled knowing he wasn't able to be part of that moment. "What sport did you end up joining?"

"Volleyball." You smiled. "After seeing you and the team play I wanted to give it s try. I'm by not an expert of any sort of course! I-I still have a long way to go. But I knew it wouldn't hurt to at least give it a chance."

"There's no reason to think like that. I think it's cool that you wanted to join. I'm sure you'll end up liking it a lot more than just watching on the side lines."

"I know it'll be rough that training and all." A chuckle escaped your lips as you could already imagine yourself serving. "But I think my fear is not being able to serve properly more than anything else."

He chuckled. "I'm sure whatever serve you end up going with will be fine. Serves are powerful yes, although they're not the only thing important in a game."

"Well knowing what Lev had to go through it's hard not to worry. Yaku and Kenma put him in so many training exercises to be able to serve good."

"I completely forgot about that." He laughed, feeling happy for the first time since he arrived at the party. "Oh my god Lev used to complain so damn much at everything thing. And poor Kenma was annoyed whenever he couldn't get it right especially when Coach Nekomata paired him up with Lev."

You nodded laughing as well remembering the good times.

"Kenma wanted to literally hide!" You exclaimed. "One time he begged me to hide him in my locker just to not spend another moment with him. I felt so bad for Lev knowing all he wanted to do was get better at volleyball."

Kuroo wiped a tear away from his eye, his smile widened the longer he spend time with you.

"I swear he never failed to piss Yaku off."

"But in the end it paid off it seems." You sighed smiling small. "I haven't talked to Lev or Kenma in a while, I miss them."

"Kenma is busy with work and Lev well he apparently got upgraded to team captain."

Your eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Coach said he had gotten better and apparently he's good at giving the team confidence. He decided to give it a shot and see how he does."

"I'm so happy for him!" You pouted. "I wish I could have been there when he had gotten the news. He must have been so proud of himself when he received his jersey."

"He was I was able to go actually. I got some pictures of him, do you want to see?"

You nodded happily. "Can I please? I wanna see him."

Kuroo took out his phone and stood next to you, leaning in closer as your forearms came in contact with one another. He quickly went to his pictures and held his phone in front of you.

"Here's one." He said swiping it to the left and showing you Lev holding up his jersey, smiling happily.

"No freaking way," you mumbled. "Did he grow freaking taller?!"

"Believe it or not he's two centimeters taller than me." He answered irritated. "Now he brags about it so much."

"That's not fair he keeps growing and I keep getting shorter."

He smiled to himself as he swiped to the left again, "I think you're the perfect height."

Your face turned red hearing his compliment. You didn't know if he had realized what he said and was playing it off as if it was nothing.

"Yaku went as well. Some of them were able to make it but everyone else was too busy. Kenma went but only for a short while since he had to work."

"I miss them." You frowned. "It sucks not being able to see them everyday like I used to."

"They miss you too you know." He put his phone away and turned to look at you. "They kept asking me when you'll go and visit them again. Lev thinks you replaced him with someone else."

"I could never." You said looking at the ground, "Even after what happened... they'll always be my boys. As much as I meet knew people I can't ever forget them."

"What about me?"

You stopped breathing. You couldn't wrap your mind around his question, it had been such a long time that you forgot how he made you feel.

He closed his eyes tightly feeling regret washing over him for asking you such a personal question that bad no business being asked. "I'm sorry- you don't have to answer that-"

"I did."

Opening his eyes he looked down at you, noticing how much you had changed physically. The short hair you once had was now long, but the face he loved greeting everyday with kiss was the same. Your beautiful eyes were still there, shining bright like they always did whenever light hit them.

Kuroo waited for you to continue making sure not to pressure you.

"That day we broke up." You explained bitting your lip, preventing the tears from falling. "I couldn't function without you... without the routine we had built together for two years. I was devastated, I didn't want to wake up knowing my life was now missing a piece."

Your body was about to give out and he could tell you were trying to hold yourself together like you always did whenever a problem occurred.

"I kept asking myself what went wrong but I couldn't find an answer." With glossy eyes you tilted your head up to look at him. "If I'm being honest I wanted you back, Kuroo. I wanted to go back to you, to fight for what didn't deserve to end."

"Why didn't you?" He softly spoke.

Looking off to the side you sniffled. "Because maybe it was meant for it to happen."

"I didn't want it to happen." A sigh escaped from his lips looking down at his feet. "I wanted to make sure it lasted between us, I saw you as my future. I loved you even if I was too young to know what love was... with you it just felt right."

"Then why did it have to end?" You questioned hoping for an answer but at the same time you didn't want to know.

"Because I was an idiot who got their ego too high up to realize what he had." His hands turned into fists. "I didn't see how good I had it. I never meant to hurt you but I did. I was a fool thinking I would be find without you but I was lying to myself."

"I was in pain Kuroo... why the hell did you do that to me?"

He didn't have answer because truth be told he did not know himself either. All he knew was that he missed you every single day.

"I don't know." He whispered. "I wish I never hurt you, you didn't deserve to go through that. Not when you were nothing but supportive to me and understood my busy schedule even when I ended up cancelling dinner plans because something had come up. I didn't mean to hurt you... and I-I know I can keep saying it every time and not have you believe me but I am-" A sob got caught in his throat as his vision became blurry. "I'm so sorry..."

"I'm sorry." He repeated again, as tears escaped one by one not caring who saw him. "I'm sorry for everything."

In all your years he never failed to show you how he felt. He was never one to hide his emotions, it had been so long since you seen that.

It always pained you whenever he cried about not feeling good enough for the team or whenever his insecurities got the best of him. All you wanted was to take the pain away because you loved him.

Even now that's how you still felt.

You looked off to the side closing your eyes and letting the tears fall. "I love you still so damn much Kuroo..." You confessed. "I shouldn't have feelings for the person who hurt me but I do, I'm mad at myself that I still do when you don't deserve it."

The music became muffled noise for the two of you, people kept passing by you not noticing the situation. You were thankful the lights were dimmed down low.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand. "I know you deserved to move on but I love you. I have then and I still do now even more so than I ever thought I could."

"I don't know I can ever believe you again."

"I understand... I don't blame you nor would hold it against you for not giving me another chance when I know I shouldn't be asking for one." He reached out holding your chin in his hand and turning your head slowly to look at him. "But I wanted to let you know how I felt... I didn't want to hide it anymore."

"Kuroo..." You whispered, seeing those eyes you had fallen deeply for.

"And if you come to the conclusion that you don't want to give me a chance then I'm happy looking at you from afar." He sadly smiled, "At least I know I was able to have one last moment with you, tonight."

Slowly you reached out placing your hand over his. "I miss you so much..."

"I miss you too princess."

It was wrong to still love someone that caused you pain. Everything in your body yelled at you to stop and step away before you regret it again.

But you couldn't follow what your mind was saying. It was impossible.

The two of you looked at one another, not pulling away from each other. Your eyes slowly shifted down to his lips as he reciprocated your moves as well. Slowly you leaned in at the same time, stopping each second you got closer to make sure both of you agreed.

As you were a centimeter away from touching his lips he spoke. "Are you sure? I don't want you to regret anything..." He whispered.

"I've been waiting for almost a year for a sign to push me towards you." You said. "I have one now... I don't want to waste it any longer."

His heart started to beat rapidly as your lips finally met. Your chest was filled with so many emotions. Everything you had felt and wished for was put into this one kiss. Kuroo couldn't be happier that he had the person he had loved for such a long time.

He moved his hand and held the side of your face as he rested his other hand on your waist, tugging you closer. You placed your hand on his chest to hold yourself steady as your head got dizzy.

It felt like your skin was on fire and you couldn't be happier.

Kuroo couldn't get enough of you and you couldn't get enough of him. You wanted to get closer enough to feel him, to remember what it felt like to be held in his arms.

All those days spend away from one another made you feel crazy for one another.

Maybe it wouldn't work in the end and you were probably wasting your time again.

But you didn't care, neither of you did.

There's nothing anyone could say or do to change your minds now.

Pulling away you both breathed heavily against one another, a smile dancing on each other's lips.

"God I forgot how good it felt like to kiss you again." Kuroo mumbled pecking your lips.

You blushed resting your forehead against his.

"Me either."

✩ ── Masterlist ✩ ── 

[sagefranklin]

The question of what was making her life so confusing lingered with her even as they made their way outside, the darkness of the backyard and to cool of the night air the only thing distracting her from the inquiry that Yasemin posed. It wasn't as though Sage could give her an answer, at least, not any that didn't involve you as an answer. "Outside of my life turning out to be nothing like I expected it to be?" Sage couldn't help but softly joke into the darkness, her gaze following the other woman's movements to lean against a post as she took a seat on the stairs of the deck herself, immediately taking a sip of the wine in her hands once she was settled. "I lost my daughter, basically my wife, quit the job I'd been doing my entire life, and now own a bar and am raising a toddler with a man that I'm not even remotely involved with. Dialed in is honestly a compliment because sometimes, I don't even feel anyway close to dialed in." Phoning it in was more like it, constantly having to rely on those around her to get through the day, especially when it came to Maggie.

"Sometimes I forget we live in the same neighborhood," A chuckle fell from her lips. Their homes were so vastly different, down to the view of the sky, apparently. "Some people have too much money on their hands. If I somehow ended up in a mini mansion, I'd probably lose Maggie and Springsteen on the first day and the lawn would be an absolutely jungle by the end of summer. This..." Sage glanced out into her own backyard, just enough space to have a barbeque or kick a soccer ball around, holding a few simple yard toys for Maggie and a nice playhouse she never had the heart to get rid of when she'd lost Ruby. "This is manageable." It had always felt like enough for her, the house she was raised in. "You're welcome for dinner... even if Maggie was right," She repeated the other, cracking a smile of amusement as she rolled her eyes endearingly in Yasemin's direction. Reaching over, she nudged the other's leg. "This is nice. Whatever this is. It's nice too."

@yasdogan

Forty was still quite a way into the future for Yasemin and she had to admit, she felt the same still. That maybe by forty life would be figured out. She'd be married, she'd be living her full life, working in her dream job, doing all the things she'd always planned to do. If life kept going in the same trajectory it had been on lately, though, she wasn't so sure even by forty she'd get there. "Well, there's always fifty to look forward to. Definitely by then you'll have it all sorted," she teased, a bit of a smile cracking at her lips as she said it. "What's making life so confusing now? Outside looking in, you seem pretty dialed in." The bar seemed to be doing well, Maggie was gorgeous and happy, there was a lot that seemed to be going right for Sage, especially after so much had been in turmoil for so long. Reaching to take the newly poured glass of wine, Yas took a long sip before nodding happily. "Deal. You're absolutely right, TJ's never disappoints."

The urge to start helping clean up was strong as they rose up from the table, but Yas managed to taper it down, organizing just a little bit before she grabbed the sparkling grape juice to take out with them. Following Sage outside, Yas let out a soft sigh of contentedness as the crisp night air hit them. The outdoors was always somewhere she felt more at peace and she could feel a lot of the tension draining out of her as they walked out onto the deck. "Not so bad at all. The view at my place is never this good. The lot behind mine had a mini mansion built up a few stories, so it takes up a lot of the skyline now." Yas settled, leaning up against one of the support beams of the deck to sip on her wine. "Thanks again for dinner. Even if Maggie was right, it was still nice."

@sagefranklin

[married2myphone]

Chapter Six: Blast To The Past

Life As The Avengers' Housekeeper

Pairings: Platonic! Avengers x Female Reader

Tags & Warnings: humour, fluff

Chapter Summary: Bucky spends all his time inside watching the same movie over and over again, so Y/n takes him out and helps him feel like he's back home.

A/n: Tumblr's doing this thing where it won't make my posts show up in tags. On pride month too, so disappointed.

Word Count: 4.5k

Tag List: @olsensnpm, @natasha-belova, @caroldanvers2, @matchat3a, @venomsvl, @glxwingrxse

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“Hey, what are you watching?” Y/n asked when she saw Bucky sitting on the couch staring intensely at the screen.

“The Godfather.” Bucky mumbled, not looking away, but taking note that Y/n had sat next to him.

“Again? This is like the seventh time this month now.” Y/n said and Bucky simply grunted in response, not seeing anything wrong with what Y/n said.

“There are other films out there set in the forties, you know?” Y/n said, looking at Bucky who still kept his eyes on the tv.

“Like what?” He asked and Y/n let out a huff when she realized she didn’t really have an answer.

“Uh, Casablanca? That was in the forties, I think.” Y/n said and Bucky stayed silent for a moment.

“I didn’t like it.” Bucky answered and Y/n let out a surprised gasp.

“Seriously? I thought that was one of the best movies or something.” Y/n said and Bucky simply shrugged.

“It wasn’t for me.” Bucky said and Y/n let out a sigh as she took out her phone.

“Let me look at some other movies for you to watch so you don’t rot your mind with The Godfather.” Y/n said and Bucky simply nodded in response.

“Let’s see… Boy In The- Nope.” Y/n said, scrolling past that suggestion because she doesn’t think a movie about the war would really help Bucky who fought in the war.

“Dunkirk. Nevermind not that. The Pianist, yeah no. Darkest- Okay, no. Pearl- I’m not even gonna say the next word. Jojo Rabbit? Oh that’s cool, one of the actresses looks just like Natasha.” Y/n said, showing a picture to Bucky who finally glanced away to look at the photo.

“Looks nothing like her.” Bucky said, returning his attention back onto the movie.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Y/n said as she continued looking. 

“Oh, The Sound of Music! Apparently it’s set in the late thirties, but close enough, right? I watched it and I liked it. Maybe you should try it.” Y/n suggested and Bucky paused the movie and leaned back against the couch so he could focus on the conversation instead.

“I don’t know. I’m not really a musical guy.” Bucky said and Y/n raised a questioning eyebrow to the man.

“What?” He asked.

“It’s just that Steve told me you were a huge dancer back before the whole icing thing. He said you were the best dancer he knew.” Y/n said and a small chuckle left Bucky’s mouth. 

“Well, Steve didn’t really know a whole lot of people back then, so take his words with a grain of salt.” Bucky said and Y/n let out a scoff of disbelief.

“He’s Captain America. I’m sure he knew tons of people.” Y/n said and Bucky fiddled with his fingers awkwardly.

“Well, when he became Captain America, we didn’t really have a whole lot of time to go dancing.” Bucky said and the air became awkward at the implication.

“Right…” Y/n mumbled, but she shook her head and the smile returned on her face.

“I’m sure that dancer is still in there somewhere. Maybe you just need something to pull it out, like a musical.” Y/n said and Bucky shook his head in response.

“I lost that part of me a long time ago. That hasn’t been me for a long time and I don’t think I have it in me to become that person again.” Bucky said in a surprising bout of vulnerability.

“Don’t say that.” Y/n said with a small frown on her face.

“It’s alright. I don’t think it’s even possible to come out of something like that completely your old self.” Bucky said as he grabbed the remote and started the movie again.

“Well, I like the way you are right now, even if you don’t sometimes. But I bet some old part of yourself is still in there.” Y/n said, patting Bucky on the shoulder and the man released a breath.

“Maybe.” He mumbled and Y/n thought to herself for a moment before getting up.

“Well, enjoy your movie!” Y/n said with a smile and Bucky gave her a small wave as she walked away.

A few weeks later, Bucky was laying in his bed, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling, when he heard a knock on his door. Bucky looked at the door before reluctantly getting up and going over to open it.

“Y/n? Do you need help with dinner?” Bucky asked, recalling how a few hours ago, Y/n had announced that no one was to step foot into the kitchen unless they wanted their arms chopped off as usual before cooking. 

“No, I actually already finished dinner, but we’re not going to eat here tonight.” Y/n said and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“But you said you just finished dinner.” Bucky said.

“I know, but that’s for Bruce and Pietro. We’re going to be eating out tonight.” Y/n said, but it didn’t really ease Bucky’s confusion.

“Okay? Where are we eating?” Bucky asked and Y/n grinned up at him.

“It’s a surprise. Now go take a shower, and get dressed like how you would normally get dressed before you became a soldier.” Y/n said.

“What?” Bucky asked, getting more and more confused with each sentence Y/n spoke.

“Just do it! Meet me outside once you’re done, and don’t take longer than an hour!” Y/n said, closing Bucky’s door and walking back to her room. Bucky stood there in confusion.

“Before I became a soldier?” He mumbled to himself in confusion as he got himself a towel and headed into the shower like Y/n told him to.

When he got out, Bucky went through his closet and must’ve stared at it for half an hour, trying to figure out what Y/n meant. When he realized that his forty minutes were almost up, Bucky just grabbed what he thought looked good.

He took some brown pants, a white undershirt, and a light cream shirt, leaving the collar open a bit with some suspenders. Was this what Y/n meant? He didn’t have a lot of time to think about it, so Bucky just grabbed his Converse and put them on before walking out of his room.

He was relieved to see that Y/n was nowhere to be found when he walked into the living area because that woman surely would’ve given him hell had he been late. Bucky looked over to the kitchen to see food sitting in a pot on the stove and was confused as to why Y/n wanted to go out.

His attention shifted elsewhere when the sound of a door opening from down the hall filled the air. The loud clicking of ears followed and Bucky turned around to the hallway, eyes widening when he saw who was walking out.

“Don’t I look so pretty?” Y/n asked with a big grin as she put a pearl earring on before extending her arms and doing a little spin.

She was wearing a cream colored dress, similar to the one Bucky was wearing. The sleeves were folded up a bit and her hair was done up and curly with a red ribbon. She also wore red lipstick, heels, and had a pearl necklace and matching pearl earrings on to finish the look.

“My butt is so numb from sitting in front of that mirror trying to curl my hair like this without burning it. I don’t know how women in their forties could do this everyday, it is such a chore.” Y/n said with a chuckle, then she realized that Bucky hadn’t said anything.

“Well? How do I look?” Y/n asked, snapping Bucky out of his thoughts.

“Like you walked straight out of the forties.” Bucky said as he looked Y/n up and down. For a moment, he had forgotten he was in the twenty-first century and was taken back to slightly easier times.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Barnes.” Y/n said, putting on her best forties accent.

“Nobody actually talked like that.” Bucky said with an amused smile on his face and Y/n frowned in return.

“Really? But all the people in those forties movies talked like that.” Y/n said and Bucky shook his head in amusement.

“Where are we going dressed like this? I don’t think many people are walking down the streets of New York looking like we’re in the middle of a world war.” Bucky said and Y/n placed her hand on her hips, sending the man a pointed look.

“You know, the point of a surprise is that you’re not supposed to know what it is until it happens.” Y/n said.

“I wasn’t aware that I was in for a surprise.” Bucky said with raised eyebrows.

“I thought me not telling you where we’re going to eat was enough of a hint that I had something planned.” Y/n asked, crossing her arms and Bucky paused for a moment before releasing a breathy laugh.

“I guess you do have a point there.” Bucky said and Y/n smiled in response.

“Come on, I don’t want us to be late.” Y/n said, grabbing Bucky’s arm and leading him out of the compound.

“Here, catch.” She said, tossing Bucky something which the man easily caught with one hand. He looked down to see a pair of keys.

“If you want me to drive, I’m gonna have to know where we’re going.” Bucky said as he followed behind Y/n.

“Yes, yes, I know. But to avoid ruining the surprise, I’m just gonna tell you which turns to make.” Y/n said as they were met with the cold night air.

“Wouldn’t using a GPS be easier though?” Bucky asked in confusion and Y/n turned to him, walking backwards while facing him with a smile.

“There’s not gonna be a GPS on what we’re riding in tonight.” She grinned and Bucky was about to ask something again when his eyes caught something behind Y/n.

His steps slowed to a shock as his eyes widened at the sight of a seemingly new sleek and dark red nineteen-forty Chevrolet. Bucky’s dream car ever since it came out.

“How did you…” Bucky said in shock as he slowly walked over to the car, hand touching the hood and staring at the car in disbelief.

“Now you better behave, Mr. Barnes. My daddy is expecting you to bring me back home before midnight and if he sees even a single scratch on his car, you’re gonna be staring down the barrel of his shotgun.” Y/n said jokingly, repeating the forties accent she did earlier.

“Again, we didn’t talk like that.” Bucky said, still in shock as he looked up to Y/n who let out a huff.

“Just let me enjoy it, okay? Now do you want to drive this car or not?” Y/n asked and the Bucky looked back to the car once again before a huge grin spread onto his face.

“Can I really?” He asked Y/n whose face softened at the joy on this man’s face, causing a smile of her own to appear.

“Yes, now come on!” Y/n said with a laugh and Bucky shook his head in disbelief but didn’t wait any longer to go over to the driver’s side and get in. 

“Oh, wow. It still has that new car smell.” Bucky said with a satisfied smile as he felt the material of the seats, looking around the car and taking in the sight of the car he’s been dreaming about for so long.

“How does it feel, Bucky?” Y/n asked, enjoying the look on the man’s face, as if he was a child that had just walked into a toy store.

“This reminds me of that one time I convinced Steve to sneak into a car show with me. We snuck into one of these and just sat there. We knew it would be the only time we’d ever experience sitting in a car like this, and even though we got beat up by the guy who owned it later, it was so worth it.” Bucky recalled as he lifted his hand up, gripping the steering wheel and letting out a deep breath.

“What are you waiting for then? Let’s take it for a spin!” Y/n said enthusiastically and Bucky looked at her with a smile on his face, as if unable to believe this was real.

But he came to his senses and put the key into the ignition and started it up, getting chills when the car came to life.

“I just realized this thing has no seatbelts.” Y/n mumbled as she looked around, trying to find something to protect her.

“Oh, you didn’t need any seat belts back then. You just stuck your arm out the window and enjoyed the thrill.” Bucky said as she put the car into drive. Meanwhile, Y/n had just processed what he had said.

“Wait, what?” She asked, but Bucky didn’t even hear her, too excited as he sped the car off.

Y/n felt herself be pushed slightly back into her seat as Bucky started rolling his window down. He seemed to revel in the wind hitting his face and the experience of driving this car. Y/n has experienced riding fancier and much faster cars than this, and she’s sure Bucky has as well.

But it seemed like none of those other vehicles compared to the feeling Bucky was getting from this car alone. His excitement was becoming infectious and Y/n couldn’t help but grin as she rolled her own window down and stuck part of her head out, feeling the wind against her face as well.

She took it up another notch as she leaned half her body out, turning as her body was facing up and letting herself lean back with her arms extended out. Bucky glanced back and forth between the road and Y/n who was screaming her excitement out into the dead of night without fear.

Bucky grinned as he leaned his head out as well, keeping his hands on the wheel, but copying Y/n as he shouted out into the air. When the two put themselves back into the safety of the car, they couldn’t help but be out of breath from all the excitement.

“Oh, make a left turn!” Y/n pointed out and Bucky was quick to turn the wheel and make the turn right before they almost missed it.

Y/n continued to point out directions and she couldn’t help but happily watch Bucky drive. It was the most emotive he had ever seen the man be, and she’s known him for a bit of time now. The Bucky she knew was always so solemn and passive, obviously resulting in everything he’s been through since dropping from that mountain on that mission decades ago.

But Y/n couldn’t help but feel like she was seeing the person Bucky used to be before all of that happened to him. 

When Y/n had told Bucky to pull up to the side of the street, the man was incredibly hesitant to get out.

“We can drive around the city in the car for as long as you want after dinner, okay? But right now, I’m really hungry and you need to eat something as well.” Y/n said and Bucky let out a sigh.

“Okay.” He said, taking the keys out and stuffing it in his pocket as the two exited the car.

“Follow me.” Y/n said and Bucky nodded and he followed the girl into a dodgy dive bar. 

The dive bar looked incredibly sketchy. The place seemed incredibly old and Bucky has been in some gross dive bars before, but this was a whole new level of weird.

“Can I get you something?” The man at the bar asked. He was a big and burly man, wearing a simple vest and undershirt, arms covered with tattoos and a balding head of hair.

“Oh, hello there, darling. Me and my friend here heard rumors around the streets about this place and simply could not wait to experience your wonderful establishment. But don’t worry, we bring many gifts with us as well.” Y/n said, returning her forties accent which made Bucky look at her in amusement.

The intimidating glare the man wore quickly disappeared after hearing that last sentence, being replaced with a warm smile as he beckoned the two over with his hand, walking into the back room.

“What is this place?” Bucky asked as Y/n started eagerly following the bartender.

“You’ll love it, I promise.” Y/n said excitedly, grabbing Bucky’s arm and leading him towards where the man was taking them.

“You both look incredibly lovely, it’s always nice seeing people put so much effort into playing the part.” The man said, his gruff tone from earlier disappearing completely, being replaced by a soft Irish accent.

“Why thank you, sir.” Y/n said, curtseying to the man who nodded his head in response with a smile before opening another door, leading to a set of stairs going down.

“Let’s go!” Y/n said, quickly heading down the stairs with Bucky following behind, still very much confused about the situation.

As they continued making their way down the stairs, Bucky’s ears were met with the beautiful sound of brass, drums, piano, and this soulful voice along with the loud chattering of people.

They were met with another door and once Y/n entered it, the stairway was filled with light and it was like the two were transported to an entirely different world.

Bucky felt the air in his lungs leave his body as he was met with a bar full of people that look like they all came straight out of the forties. From the people, to the music, to the ambiance, it all felt like Bucky was back home in Brooklyn where everything was normal and nice.

It felt like the overwhelming modern world Bucky was thrusted into no longer existed within the confinements of this room. As if this room really did capture a part of the forties and stuck it into this speakeasy without any complications.

“How did you find this place?” Bucky asked in wonder as he looked around, feeling nothing but nostalgia run through him.

“I did some digging and found out this speakeasy does historical themed events every month based on a different period of time. This month just happened to be the forties and I thought it would be perfect for you.”

The Avengers were constantly having events because of Tony and the need to get more investors to support the Avengers, and each time Bucky had to attend one of those things, he would always feel incredibly uncomfortable and out of his limits.

But right now, Bucky has never felt more normal since waking up from being brainwashed by HYDRA and being saved by his best friend. He was finally able to go back to the life he was stripped away from after all these years, and he almost felt like falling to his knees and crying.

“We have been standing here for over five minutes and you still haven’t offered to buy me a drink. Where are your manners, Bucky?” Y/n teased after seeing Bucky fall deeper into his thoughts. She didn’t want Bucky to fret too much because she wanted the man to take advantage of this event and enjoy it as much as he can before it’s over.

Bucky looked back to Y/n and gave her the most thankful look he could convey with his eyes alone. Being able to ride his dream car was already more than Bucky could have ever asked for, but this… This really was a dream come true.

“I apologize, I don’t know what came over me. Usually I’m more of a gentleman. Let me make it up to you.” Bucky said, mimicking the accent that Y/n did with a small smile appearing on his lips.

“I knew you guys talked like that.” Y/n said with a grin and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. Y/n looked over at the man and felt her heart swell with pride after seeing Bucky’s relaxed posture and carefree smile on his face, a twinkle in his eyes that Y/n has never seen before.

“Let’s go have some dinner now, shall we?” Bucky asked, sticking his arm out to Y/n who grinned and grabbed a hold of it, the two making their way over to an empty booth.

Bucky ordered a beef stew and some bread along with a nice cocktail while Y/n ordered a simple steak and mashed potatoes, plus two slices of Pecan Pie for her and Bucky as dessert. Throughout the meal, Bucky reminisced to Y/n about his time with Steve in New York when they were both younger and how it was the best times of their lives.

“I left him for one second to get a drink and he already managed to piss some guy off and get beaten up in an alleyway. Again! It was the third time that week already, but the guy just doesn’t know when to quit!” Bucky recalled fondly and Y/n chuckled in response.

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like something Steve would do.” Y/n said and Bucky shook his head in amusement.

“The guy was useless at everything. Couldn’t hold himself up in a fight, had two left feet, absolute wreck around women. I don’t know how he managed to pull off becoming a super soldier for that long.” Bucky said with a sigh as he took a sip of his drink.

“You talk a lot of shit about Steve’s dancing but I don’t see you doing any better.” Y/n teased.

“That’s because you’ve never seen me dance. But anyone can make themselves look like an incredible dancer when they’re dancing next to Steve. It’s why I was more famous on the dance floor, his moves kept making me look good.” Bucky joked and Y/n grinned.

“Why don’t you prove it then? Steve isn’t here to make you look good, all you have is your own skill.” Y/n said as she finished slid out of her side of the booth and stood up.

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked in slight shock when Y/n turned to him and held her hand out to him.

“May I have this dance, Sergeant Jame Buchanan Barnes?” Y/n asked and Bucky looked up at her with a hesitant look on his face.

He hasn’t danced in years and Bucky wonders to himself if he even still remembers how to. This was probably the most he’s smiled in years as well because there hasn’t been much to smile about at all. Everything that came with being in the twenty-first century was filled with nothing but bad memories and experiences.

But being transported back home through this underground bar that Y/n had found just for him, it made Bucky feel like all of that didn’t even exist. Like he was never taken away from his life and that he was back to living it the way he was supposed to be.

Even if it was just for tonight, Bucky let himself pretend that all of that; HYDRA, the brainwashing, becoming the Winter Soldier, the killings; never happened.

“Yes, you may.” Bucky said as he grabbed Y/n’s hand and left the booth, walking her over to the empty space in the bar, spinning the girl who let out a shocked but excited yelp at the action.

It was like falling back into an old routine, one that Bucky never really forgot even after all this time. Bucky pulled Y/n back into him as he let himself feel the music, his feet moving fast against the beat with Y/n easily following his lead.

Without even thinking about it, Bucky pulled Y/n back into him, one arm going to her waist and the other holding onto her hand as she spun them around, swaying back and forth like it was second nature to him. 

People were watching and soon enough, other people got the courage to get up and join in on the dancing, making Bucky feel like it was a Friday night in the local bar where everyone just got paid and decided to have fun after a never-ending week of overbearing work.

As they were dancing, someone entering the bar caught Bucky’s eyes. He gaped at the sight of Steve Rogers wearing familiar forties attire walking inside, looking around the bar with a look of wonder on his face. Bucky slowly stopped dancing as he met eyes with Steve who gave him a small smile, a light sheen to his eyes.

“Oh, you made it!” Y/n exclaimed when she turned to where Bucky was looking out, immediately filling with excitement when she saw Captain Steve Rogers.

“Well you sound so enthusiastic over the phone that I just had to come.” Steve said as Y/n ran over to him and gave him a hug.

“I thought you weren’t set to come back yet.” Bucky said slightly breathless as he went over to his best friend. Steve was on a mission and he wasn’t supposed to come home until five days from now.

“Well, Y/n managed to convince me to wrap up my mission a lot sooner because apparently she had something planned for us. She said if I didn’t follow through, she'd lock me out of my room and make me sleep on the couch for a week.” Steve said and Y/n smiled up at the man.

“And you just regained your room privileges.” Y/n said and Steve chuckled in amusement.

“Well? What do you guys think? Did they get the place right?” Y/n asked, watching the two men look back to the bar and take everything in.

“More than you could imagine.” Bucky said with a sigh before turning to Y/n.

“Thank you. This means so much more than you know.” Bucky said and Y/n smiled, pulling the man into a hug.

“You’re welcome.” She said before pulling away and smiling up at the two men. 

“Come on, Steve. I need someone to make me look good on the dance floor.” Bucky said as he started walking back to the center of the room, leaving Steve with a furrowed look on his face.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, following after and Bucky just snickered. 

Y/n watched as the two bickered in the middle of the dance floor with Bucky trying to teach Steve how to dance and Steve standing uncomfortably stiff around everyone else. It was nice to see those two in their element and Y/n was proud to say that she had some part in that.