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james who keeps a note on his phone with every date or gift idea he gets, he keeps looking at his calendar and marking every single dumb excuse of a date there is to give reg something special. reg has even a little bit of rough day and james is ready to make it better and donât even get him started on the amount of shit he has saved on his phone that he knows will get reg going just by sending it and saying âusâ
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in retrospect, after rewatching and coming back to s4/5, it's very noticeable that the writers were setting up sawyer and juliet. like, maybe from her introduction??
as a kid, (thats how long ive been a fan lmfao) when lafleur premiered i found their pairing to be sudden and a little jarring. but really paying attention to their character arcs (and also just growing up), it's obvious it couldn't have been anything but them.
sawyer spent the first half of his story fighting personal growth at every turn because he believed he didnt deserved good things. and kate, as much as i adore my girl, didnt provide much of an alternative as she felt the same way. she ran from any affection and stability and as a result reinforced sawyer's belief that love was not something he was designed for. she played him like he played others and while it was definitely karmic, he took that as a further sign that pushing people away was the only way to protect himself from his feelings. and when he had the chance to reach out to kate and change things in s3 and s5 he hesistated, because he knew she was never his to begin with.
now bring in juliet, someone who spent her whole life catering to the needs of others while being deprived of her own. someone who has had her agency stripped away by the second man in her life that's exploited her kindness and brains for his own benefit. and she meets jack, and does all shes ever known. she plays the role that he (and ben) want her to even though she knows he loves kate and will always pick her over juliet, because thats who she is at heart. she gives to others what she can't have. in her mind, she also doesnt feel like its in the cards for her. her sister is the only true love she's ever known and that too was stolen from her. she's accepted that she'll keep giving, and never get it in return.
and youd think at first, these two people won't work together. cant work together. sawyer is an asshole who lashes out , who hurts people before they can hurt him, while juliet does the opposite. she's incredibly kind and strong and giving but suffering just as deeply.
and that's just it. juliet is to sawyer what he is to her: an equal. she sees him. really truly sees past his bullshit. she meets him and he's james immediately, because she doesn't buy the act. the cutting remarks, the sarcasm, that's his hurt on full display and it resonates deeply. she encourages him to express his emotions; to talk honestly about how kate has hurt him because jack hurt her too and she gets it. she sees the scared little kid in him and she nurtures that, pushing him to grow and genuinely take care of himself. she wants james, not sawyer, for the first time in his whole life.
and in return he chooses /her/, too. not for what she can provide for him, not as a savior or a doctor or an other, but as a human being who deserves safety and security, and flowers. he holds her trauma; embracing her strength and wit and how she challenges him every day. he loves that she banters with him back until he starts self-deprecating and she calls him on it, because she knows he can do better. he adores her candor. they hold each other accountable and ride for each other and build a life together that neither believed they'd ever get. and even in the end they're terrified of losing each other when the losties return, because they believed they were intrinsically not meant for happiness. that's why their relationship is fated and so beautiful.
because they will always, always have each others back.
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what you were saying about teen pregnanacy prongsfoot made me totally spiral bc i think it would like SO interesting if like. okay you know how theres this massive taboo about teenage pregnancy and the person who go pregnant is made to feel so much shame and guilt for apparently 'ruining their lives'? and theyre only a kid but theyre like being TRAUMATISED by the adults in their lives for making 'bad decisions'? but then i thought what if james went. No. like im not doing that lmfaoo like what if (very scandalously) he LOOOOVES being pregnant, is super excited about, cant wait to get pregnant again, doesnt regret a second of it, WILL punch anyone in the face if they imply he ruined his life and sirius is sooo proud of him like sirius is going to be sooo supportive its so great. i also think theyre both massive assholes so like you said when theyre pulled into mcgonagalls office to have The Talk sirius is just like I knocked up my boyfriend and I Love it and james is just like :) ive been picking out baby names since the moment i found out :3 its really great okay also i think james would be the OPPOSITE of embarrassed about being visibly pregnant like hes just walking around the school during their NEWTS and people are whispering about them sure like 'woah look at potter he totally got knocked up by sirius black' but he just Doesnt Care and the only reason like you said he wears the graduation robes that hide his bump is because the teachers make him (which sirius is annoyed about)
Hiii anon thanks for reaching out!
I love your thoughts on and I do think that's one of the ways James could react.
My take is that he loves being pregnant and enjoys the attentiveness it evokes from the people around him - he's portrayed as confident to the point of being arrogant in canon, plus I imagine his parents and Sirius would support him no matter what. This would lead him to not feeling that much shame despite teen (and trans masculine) pregnancy being very taboo. James is shown to be fine with and oftentimes happy to break the rules e.g. he and the other marauders became unregistered animagi for Remus. Overall, I do think he could take it all in stride! If he did feel ashamed, it wouldn't be for long. As implied by the SWM chapter in OOTP, James does care a lot about what others think and will go out of his way to do things that he thinks will make him look cool. Then again, if he cared that much about retaining his 'good reputation' he probably wouldn't have done half the stuff he got up to as a teen.
As for Sirius, I agree with everything you said haha. He's already the black sheep of his family and ran away at 16 (to live with James!) so I imagine he'd be pretty chill with it too. He would launch into protective guard dog mode and would always prowl around James to make sure he and the baby are safe. I see him as a lot less bothered by what others think. So even when the rumors about them reach their peak and the whole school is talking about 'Black knocking up Potter' he'd take it in stride as well. He knows that James' parents are willing to support them financially but I like to think he'd put a lot more effort into finding a stable career, being more mature etc
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marauders soulmate au
Its symbols , not names or colours or some shit The boys all have each other on their arms + lil Lily has all the boys but doesnt understand how she has so many The focus is romantic as most ppl only have 1 or 2 But they can be platonic obvs
Lily hopes snape will understand the 4 pictures all crowded round each other But he says that she should keep it to herself from now on Her having so many is bad no matter the world he tells her It crushes lily and she learns to hide her marks and avoids talking about them to avoid arguing between them
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Sirius knew hed be disowned - as soon as he learned what the pictures on his arm meant He had four and he knew his parents hated it He knew hed be disowned so he focused on separating himself from them early on He knew hed be disowned so he never even tried to be sorted into slytherin He knew hed be disowned so he always took the blame for his baby brother He knew hed be disowned but that didnt mean reggie had to be
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Remus loved his marks , they were so beautiful , all of them filled with life His mother loved his marks too , told him how each one symbolised someone who would love him endlessly and dearly He hid them though , knew he shouldnt have so many , knew other kids would find a reason to pick fault at them When he got bit , his marks were one of the most solid things keeping him through the pain each month , the hatred every day - he didnt think anyone could love a monster but somewhere , eventually , four people would find a way , and that kept him going
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Peter was used to feeling isolated , so many sisters but he was the only boy , his mother would never leave him out but with so many children , she couldnt keep track of them all and he was self sufficient enough that he learned to adjust to less and less attention over time His family always told him to keep his marks covered , they were a sign of bad luck and if anyone saw them then theyd become even less lucky - but he loved tracing the lines of them when they moved , always wanting to feel the signs that there were people out there that would put him first and they were alive
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James loved his marks , hoped the other people that had the matching ones knew how much hed care for them when they met , how much importance he would treat them with He showed them off every opportunity no matter the amount of odd looks , why should he be looked at so oddly when he showed off how much love he had to give His parents loved his marks too , proof that their baby boy grows up to be someone filled and surrounded by love and adoration each and every day He studied all his marks extensively until he could draw them all by pure muscle memory and though they changed , he usually got them close enough that he counted it , hed doodle them in class , cover his arms with drawings of them until they were repeated all down his right arm , his tutors would sigh but how could they be angry at this small boy so excited for his chance to love those made to receive it
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Payback | Niki Lauda
Written just for @lieutenantn đđđ
Tried to keep it gender neutral reader
I did my best, this is my first attempt at Lauda đ„ș
SMUT!!!
It was incredibly hot. Even with all the doors and windows open it was incredibly hot. You couldn't let the heat affect you, you had somewhere to be.
You had no idea why he had called for you. Unless it was race day, he never needed you otherwise. Niki Lauda didn't ever call you out to his place. Why would he?
Yet, here you were, standing at his door waiting for him to answer. You were full of suspicion. You had no reason to be here.
The door opens and there stands Lauda, looking at you with that impartial expression on his face. He always looked at you like that. You waited for him to say something, but all he did was leave the door open. You sighed as you followed him inside, closing the door behind you.
You stare at his back as you wait for him to explain why he called you of all people here. He didn't say anything right away. You couldn't see his expression change as he thought over what he intended to do. He had no one else to ask this of, you were his only option.
This must be such a weird situation for you.
He turns and looks at you, letting out a sigh through his nose. His eyes were piercing.
You wait.
"I need you to do something for me. You're the only person I can ask."
You furrow your brow at him, crossing your arms and waiting for him to say more. He doesn't say anything right away, just watches you. Your patience is wearing thin, but you wait.
You did not need to deal with moody Niki.
"What do you need me to do?"
He looks at you, trying to read your expression. His tongue darts out and licks his lips as he adjusts his standing position and speaks.
"I need you to be my date this weekend."
You stare at him.
Those aren't words you expected to hear from him. Especially toward you. Niki Lauda didn't ever look at you twice.
"You need what?" You hiss, looking him up and down. Was he out of his mind?
"You heard me."
"Why do you need me to do that? Where is this coming from? Who are you and what have you done with the real Niki Lauda?"
He sighs and rolls his eyes, hands on his hips as he looks at you.
"It doesn't matter why. I just need you to do it. One day, that's all it is."
"All it is? Why are you asking this of me? And don't tell me it doesnt matter, you would never ask me up to your home to pull a favour like this."
He lowers his hands from his hips and narrows his eyes at you a bit.
"It's just for show. One day. That's all it is."
"Does this have something to do with Hunt?"
His silence says it all. It's your turn to sigh as you turn on your heel.
"I am not here to be used at your convenience, Lauda."
You walk back to the door. Just as you open it is claes again. Niki has his hand flat against it, having pushed it shut. You glare at him as you turn your head to look at him.
"Pick someone else Niki. Someone you can stand."
He stares at you. You can't tell what's going through his head, but you figure he has given in when he pushes off the door. You open it again, but are once again stopped, this time by his words.
"I can stand you."
You don't look at him. You scoff and shake your head.
"Lying doesn't change anything."
"I am not lying. I don't lie. Not to you."
You risk glancing back at him. His expression hasn't changed much, maybe a late softer around the eyes. For some reason that causes your heart to skip a beat or two.
"You never talk to me, not unless you have to."
"That doesn't mean I don't like you."
You close the door and turn to face him, watching him curiously. This is the most he's ever said to you, normally you're standing there on the sidelines until he has a purpose for you.
"What do I get if I do this?"
"What do you want?"
You think about it. You smile softly. He looks at you, waiting to hear what's on your mind.
"Lunch. You take me out for lunch."
"That's all?"
"Yeah, that's all."
You see his lip twitch a bit, but he doesn't smile completely. His eyes are softer on you though.
"Then it's a deal."
You nod. Niki tells you what he wants you to do and where to meet. You agree and leave his home, not thinking too much about this fake dating thing he has asked of you. He just wants to show up Hunt, that's all.
You put on your nicest outfit and meet him where he asked you to meet him. He picks you up, right on time, and you drive down to the event.
The house he pulls up outside of is very nice. Many other drivers are entering the building as you get out of the car.
Hunt's car is parked directly outside.
Niki offers you his arm and you both head inside. What an actress you become. Niki glances at the way you fall into the persona of his date for the evening.
The smile on your lips, the way you touch him, the way you look at him. He knew he could rely on you.
You both enter the house and people instantly come over to greet Lauda. You sort of cling to his side as they talk to him. Niki talks to them for a little bit, but is quick to find an excuse to leave with you. You looked a little overwhelmed.
"I don't see him," you say.
"Who?" He asks, momentarily forgetting the reason he had asked you to be here.
"James Hunt."
"Oh."
You glance around the room, but you don't see him at all. He must be here though, you saw his car outside.
"Well, this is unexpected."
You both turn. There he is.
"Didn't expect you if all people to be on his arm," Hunt looked between the pair of you.
"Why not?" Niki asked, already irritated.
"Because you're an asshole and they're not?" Hunt gave a condensing grin. You felt Niki's hand clench behind you where his hand was resting on your back.
Lauda very clearly wants to say something, but you beat him to it.
"He's not an asshole to me," you lie.
Hunt looks at you curiously.
"You sure about that? I've seen the way he ignores you. Don't think I haven't noticed you, Y/N."
"You know my name?" You ask, voice a little soft. You didn't think anyone paid much attention to you hanging about the races.
"Yeah, course I do. You're at every race. Always with him, but he doesn't pay attention to you."
Niki hadn't realised how much attention Hunt had been paying to you. He wouldn't have asked this if you if he knew. The fact that Hunt is even talking about him this way is pissing him off. Especially when he knows Hunt is telling the truth.
As much as Niki liked you, he definitely didn't give you much time of the day, no matter much time you spent with him.
"Things can change, Hunt."
James looked at him, unconvinced, but he also saw the way your hand was clutching Lauda's jacket.
"Maybe I am wrong."
You feel Niki's hand relax behind you.
A pretty young woman comes up to James and smiles at him. With Hunt now distracted, Niki leads you away. His hand was firm around you as he passed by everyone with ease. He took you into another room, almost rushing to get there.
"Where are we going?"
He doesn't answer your question as he closes the door to the empty room and looks at you.
"Do you hate me?" He asks.
"Hate you?"
"Yes, hate me. Do you hate me because of the way I have treated you? I am an asshole. I have always been one when it came to you, yet you stick around anyway. Why?"
You remain silent.
Niki steps up in front of you and looks at you. His gaze feels intense on you and suddenly you feel like you're standing outside his house in the blazing heat of the sun again.
"I don't hate you," you whisper.
"You don't?"
You shake your head. "No, I've never hated you, Niki. I admire you, even if you do act like an asshole sometimes."
"For whatever it is worth, I do like you, Y/N."
"Do you?"
"Yes."
He is standing so close. All you would have to do is pull him closer by the lapels of his jacket and he could be kissing you.
Suddenly you desired nothing more.
You eyes glance down to his lips. You watch the way they part slightly, knowing he was watching you.
He's kissing you before you can register anything else. It's quite heated, hungry. There's a feeling that he could have been resisting this for some time, but that can't possibly be.
He guides you back until your legs bump into the edge of a bed. You had been so lost in the fact Niki had rushed you off somewhere, you hadn't realised he had taking you to a bedroom.
His intention was just to find out how you really saw him, but this turned out better than he thought.
He had you lying back on the bed while he uncooked his belt. You looked up at him with eyes he couldn't quite read.
"You could tell me to stop and I could take you home. We could go back to how we were before," he says, hands hovering the waistband of his trousers.
You sit up slowly and keep your eyes locked on his as your hands do the rest of the work for him. His breathing hitches as you undress him, you don't look away from him as you drop his clothes to his ankles.
That's all the answer he needed.
He was over you again, your lips being claimed by his again. Your hands work at pushing his jacket away from his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Only once they were done did you then let your fingers tangle in his curls.
Niki's hands work on your clothing. He won't be satisfied until you're in the same position as he is.
Now you're bare to him from the waist down.
"Who's bed is this?" You ask, whispering against his lips.
"I don't care," he replies, kissing you again.
The fingers of his left hand trail down between your legs and give you some well deserved attention. He was desperate to feel you in every way he possibly could.
He wanted you.
This was the payback for how he treated you. Everything was going to change after this. He would make it up to you.
You placed a hand to his cheek and looked at him with gentle eyes. He was eager for you, but he also found satisfaction in just looking at you for a moment.
He considered himself to be a very lucky man right at this moment.
He kisses you again, this time while pushing into you. He didn't want to wait any longer, plus, the longer you were both gone, the more suspicious it might seem to anyone who saw him earlier.
You gasped against his lips as you adjusted to him.
You never expected to end up here. A few days ago he wouldn't have looked at you twice. Now you're on a stranger's bed half naked.
He wasn't gentle. He wasn't here to be gentle. He had you clawing at the sheets under you, your head back, lips parted, all kinds of noises coming out. As much as he e enjoyed making your squirm under him, he needed you to be quiet. The music out there wasn't loud enough to block out sounds at all.
He places a hand over your mouth and looks at you. He shames his head silently. You nod, but he doesn't let go right away. When he does, you press a kiss to his palm before it leaves you completely.
The bed shakes as his thrusts become a little more sharp and violent against you. It's very hard trying to keep the noise level down, but you manage it.
Seeing you like this, it was etched into his brain. What a sight you were.
Your arms resting over his shoulders, fingers clawing in his hair and on his back. You want to feel him, touch him. Just the same he wanted of you.
All that time he spent pushing you to the side felt wasted. He could have had you so much sooner. Why did he wait for Hunt to push him over the edge to make this happen?
He kissed you. Again and again and again.
You were intoxicating to him.
You couldn't stop the mean from escaping you as he just hit the right spot. Oh God, the sound you were making, he wanted more of them. If there weren't so many people in the other rooms, he would have you singing.
You couldn't hold on much longer. You clenched around him tightly, he knew you were close, as was he, but he wanted you climax first.
He kept going, grinding into you with precision and perfect rhythm.
You came for him. His lips curled upward.
His turn. He increased his pace and focused on his own pleasure, but the way your hands caressed his face gently and brought his face down to yours some more, really had him melting for you.
He twitches within you. You brush your lips against his in the softest manner. He comes undone in seconds.
He releases within you and brushes his lips against your cheek as he catches his breath.
"Hunt was wrong."
You wait for him to elaborate. He doesn't.
Niki pulls out of you, leaving you feeling a little empty without him. He climbs off the ned and grabs his forgotten trousers. You take a moment to catch you breath, but before you could lift yourself up, Niki offers you his hand.
You accept his help and slowly stand, dressing yourself when he hands you your forgotten clothes.
He fixes your hair delicately. You're almost jealous by the fact his curly hair looked no different, despite how much your fingers tugged and roamed within them.
Once you were all fixed up, Niki reached for your hand. You accepted it and let him lead the way back to the party. Luckily there weren't many people about right outside, no one seemed to notice the pair of you slipping back into the main room.
Hunt was very well distracted elsewhere. Lauda didn't even glance at him as he took you outside.
"Shouldn't be mingle some more?"
"No. I am done here. Besides, I owe you lunch, remember."
You smile and tug at his hand, causing him to stop. Niki looks at you.
"Forget lunch. I don't care any more. I got something better out of this anyway."
"Oh?" He grinned.
"Yeah, how many people get to fuck Niki Lauda at a party?"
He faces you full on.
"You know I have no intention of letting you go after this?" He asks, gesturing between you both with his free hand.
"You want to go from fake date to actual date?"
"If you'll have me."
You stare at him, trying to read his eyes. Lauda once again becomes unreadable to you as silence settles between you both.
"You're serious?"
"Do I look like I'm laughing?"
"Is this just to prove Hunt wrong again? I'm not some plaything here to get in between this rivalry you have with him."
Niki steps closes and places his hands on your shoulders. His palms are warm.
"I know you're not. I was a fool to use you as such in the first place. I am asking genuinely."
You can't help the soft smile that appears on your face. He was serious. He actually meant it.
You kiss him.
You don't care who sees.
He returns the gesture eagerly. All he could ever want now is right here in front of him.
He really did feel like the luckiest man in the world.
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happy birthday saeran choi!! my love!! him!! anyways i did a fluff alphabet for him <3 under the cut
also its technically the 12th here :( sorry
- mod kichi who yes is a 707 kinnie too
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)
your kindness, you respect towards him in trusting him and letting him make choices. in terms of physically he likes your lips, and your eyes.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
its canon he wants a baby, either biologically or via adoption :) i feel like he'd want to wait though, he has healing to do and he wants to experience life a bit, and then raise a child. he would be a very gentle father, and make sure they experience everything he didnt get to.
C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)
he likes being face to face, getting to see you - sweethearts cradle if im not wrong? but honestly? he doesnt mind
D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)
he has a lot he wants to see, and he'll want to take you everywhere,, a lot of cloud gazing (gave me flashbacks to UP), nature dates,
E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my worldâŠ))
"you are my life / soul / world / happiness"
F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)
God, he knew when you were both in that damn cult. and he hated it, he wanted to deny it, Unknown wanted to deny it, Ray didn't understand it. but his racing heart and pink cheeks said otherwise
G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)
so gentle! especially since he feels a lot of guilt over how suit saeran treated you. even if hes being playful, like tickling you or tough housing, theres always this softness to it
H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)
he loves it! he always has his hands brushing against yours, wrapping a little finger around yours. its like silent love
I = Impression (What was their first impression?)
that you were pretty but a bit too trusting, or perhaps you didnt care much what happened to you... you interested him
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)
he trusts you, however there will be moments he doubts himself and his worth. he may stay silent, or he may gently explain his feelings - not in a way to make you feel bad or cut ties with someone but just to communicate
K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)
canonly you did! hes not a very good kisser, youre his first, but they're sweet anyways :) and he gets better with time !! there's always this softness to them, like he sees you as something so precious you may wilt away if he's too rough
L = Love (Who says âI love youâ first?)
i feel like it was him canonically? it was a lot for him, it may just be words but it was new and it was terrifying
M = Memory (Whatâs their favourite memory together?)
probably the first while after his after ending, just you him and saeyoung, finding his freedom for the first time. it was a rough time, but his first tastes of happiness
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
he's not exactly rich, despite saeyoung insisting they share the money he's saved up, but i feel like he would get you things! little things, flowers, jewellery youve had your eye on, small but meaningful gifts he hopes you'll enjoy
O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)
probably your favourite colour/s
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
darling, love, my love, sweetheart, flower, petal, different flower names, my hope
Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)
books, flowers, etc,, honestly he prefers most non modern things
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
honestly he likes the rain, he'd use his time to find something to do - read a book, watch something. he has so much he wants to experience he doesnt get bored in the rain.
i can see him going out at least once, getting his clothes soaked and having to have a bath afterwards, at risk of getting a cold the next day
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)
he bottles up a lot, tries to seem happy,, he'll slip back into his irritable moods at rare times, and you'll find him hidden away in corners with tear stained cheeks. he has panic attacks a lot too
however, he does get therapy and help, ans he will try his best to explain his feelings to you as well. a few times he may want you or saeyoung with him, or even just waiting outside.
when you're upset he'll take tips you gave him back to you, if you dont want to talk then try distract you and etc
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
everything! seriously! his passions and hobbies, yours, everything and nothing, he loves it
U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)
his flowers, being with you, baths, cooking
V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)
his flowers!!
W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)
he'd want to discuss marriage, make sure you want to and you're both ready. he'd take you on a nice date, somewhere you like, buy you ice cream, and he'd ask you once you were alone, with a bouquet of hand chosen flowers, each with a special meaning.
X = Xylophone (Whatâs their song?)
Line Without A Hook
Mr Loverman
Meant To Be Yours (not healthy but)
Him (james marriott's one!! its one of my favourite songs!! especially reverbed and slowed)
And more i cant think of
Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)
yes!! especially since its something his parents never did (i dont even think they dated?), it feels like securing something, a reassurance you'll be together.
Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)
,,bias again its a cat. cats are perfect for him, they need attention and care and play at times, but equally not a huge amount and constantly,, especially if its one that likes sleeping on his lap
they might dig up his plants though :(
#saeran x reader#saeran choi x reader#mystic messenger x reader#mystic messenger imagines#saeran choi#fluff
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What are your favourite fanfic tropes/aus for romione?
(Iâm gonna try to make my way through old asks I received AGES ago and never answered because Iâm a procrastinating lump. Hereâs betting Iâm going to give up and play videogames all day instead.)
Oh my god, so many.
Okay so as a rule of thumb as long as itâs nice to Ron Iâll read it. Iâll read anything. I have been known to read Ron/Draco and even sacrificed my dignity and everything I stand for as a human being by reading some Ron/Snape stuff. Yes. I was THAT desperate. This is how low Iâm willing to go because of sheer love for Ron.
Which means that when a fic will go âoh poor Hermione, poor Hermione who is waiting for Ron to grow up because She can see one day he could be worth it but for now heâs all dumb-dumb and inferior and doesnât deserve Her perfection :(â, I will be judging. Judging very hard. I may not leave a comment but rest assured, my thoughts are loud enough for me. This is 2010s mentality. This is âhaha Iâm so like Hermione, not like other girls who throw themselves at boys, Iâm so special and girl powery :)â Horribly Bad Feminism. Fuck that. Weâre doing better now.
Speaking of doing better. Recently I read something about how Ron is, paraphrased, âthe brute of the Trioâ, spun in a positive way since he uses his strength to protect them but, but, still... please no? Just no! Just eff no with these takes about how Ron is a hypermasculine dudebro M For Manlyâą! No, no, fucking no! Just because heâs the Sulfur to Hermioneâs Mercury and Sulfur represents the masculine component to Mercuryâs feminine one, DOESNâT MEAN Ron is âthe bruteâ! (âtheâ brute... seriously... whoâs the more brutish one, the one who punches a racist in the face or the one who uses a torture curse as retribution for spitting on his fave teacher?)
The way I see him, Ron is a balance, a blend of feminine and masculine qualities intertwined close together. I LOVE that he can swear like a sailor but can only say âscarlet womanïżœïżœïżœ or âcowâ when it comes to insulting a woman. Some will probably see it as âhurr durr he sexist he doesnt think women can take it!!!!!!! >8Câ but given that those are probably also the peeps who say âHE CALLE D HERMOANI A NIGHTMURRR!!!!!!! DDDDD8âł Iâm gonna venture the idea that we donât care about those folksâ biased, sexist opinions.
Where was I going with this... oh yes! Ok, so Ron can swear like a sailor yet couldnât insult a girl to save his life. Heâs strong physically but most of all heâs strong mentally (to put up with the way his friends treat him for years speaks a lot of his mental fortitude... and to top it off he comes back for more to boot! Iâm not sure if thatâs more mental fortitude or straight-up masochism though.) When he succeeds at things he gets a bit attention-whoreish but at the same time, you can see that when heâs being complimented heâs all unsure of himself and blushy and shy and you just, dude you canât handle positive attention because you donât know how to react to it I donât know whether thatâs adorable or the saddest thing Iâve seen in my life? Heâs insecure but heâs always the first to cheer on Harry and Hermione when theyâre doing something great, which speaks VOLUMES of Ronâs selflessness and of his actual character: to quote @peetamaellarkâ, Ron doesnât think âHarry is great, therefore he sucks and I hate himâ, he thinks âHarry is great, therefore I suck and I hate meâ. THIS is Ron. THIS is why Ron will lash out, not because he hates Harry, but because internally he hates himself and you canât keep that sort of feeling bottled up for too long before... you got it, you explode.
I. Want. More. Fics where Hermione isnât this ~oh dear~ Victorian damsel in distress who cries and Ron is the Big Strong Man who holds her with one arm and is stony-faced and goes âIâll protect youâ, please no that was old before it existed, let us have nice, realistic depictions of Ron and Hermione please.
Like, Hermione is more than capable of kicking butt herself. She IS absolutely nervous and scared and cries easily and thatâs a vulnerability we NEED, but the fact that she can be super scared and crying but still hex her opponent into oblivion? THATâs good, THATâs excellent. Itâs a very important message for girls, I think. âYou can cry, you can be sensitive, you can be emotional, AND you can still kick buttâ. And as important as that message is for girls, itâs also a very important message to give boys, because boys are socialized to ânever cryâ and thatâs super unhealthy. I love Ronâs admiration of Hermione. I love the way Ron hesitates, the way he can be cautious when he needs to as much as he can be reckless and impulsive. I love how he shows himself to be a big softie and a sweet soul. I donât think that makes him an âemasculated doormatâ (to quote a guest I once saw on FFN), on the contrary it makes him an even better man in my eyes. You know why I love the locket scene so much? Because Ronâs tears arenât ridiculed. Ron gets to cry about the terrible ordeal heâs been put through, and while Harry âpretends he canât see Ron cryâ because itâs more comfortable for him personally, he doesnât try to tell Ron to âman upâ or anything. His reassurance is pretty lousy but he lets Ron cry, he lets his friend be upset, and he doesnât try to invalidate Ronâs pain. (ok, the âI thought you knewâ is kiiiiinda on the way there, but it stops at that and Iâm grateful for it).
I like. Seeing Ron distressed. I like seeing Ron upset and be allowed to be upset. I like to see Ronâs pain treated with respect. So when Ron is having a shit day I like to see him get a cuddle. I like seeing Ron go through horrible ordeals and break down and for his breakdown to be properly acknowledged and not turned into insensitive comic relief (ISNâT THAT RIGHT, LATTER HALF OF THE SILVER DOE????). I mean seriously, just imagine GOF, Harry sitting in the hospital wing after Cedricâs death, Molly Weasley gives him a hug and itâs all very sad and angsty. And now picture Ginny running into the room screaming âHARRY JAMES POTTERâ and punching him over and over and saying âPULL YOURSELF TOGETHER MAN, PULL YOURSELF TOGETHERâ then after two pages of Harry âexplainingâ himself to Ginny she goes away saying âaight but if you do that shit again youâll have to answer to meâ then Harryâs friends are like âdamn sheâs spunky huh?â and Harry laughs and everyone laughs and this is how the book ends? How would it be funny? How would it be appropriate? How would it feel like âromanceâ? When Ron returns in The Silver Doe, heâs been psychologically tortured (âtorturedâ is the actual word JKR uses, please), we donât need him to be hurting outside as well.
I want more accountability for Hermione. More âuh hey Hermione maybe donât do thatâ. More âhey Hermione you know you think of yourself as a good person buuuut yeah actually if all good persons were like you Iâd be very afraidâ. More âHermione please for the love of God educate yourselfâ. More âHermione sweetie I love you, but you canât actually learn everything from booksâ. CHARACTER. DEVELOPMENT. PLEASE. Donât be afraid to punch Hermione down and tear her apart the way the best Ron fics maim and torture our poor boy. Just because Rowling treated Hermione with kiddy princess gloves doesnât mean you have to mimic her.
So when Hermione does a genuinely shitty thing let her own up to it. When Ron is a victim let him be upset and angry, even if Hermione is the one treating him badly. Just because he loves her doesnât mean heâs not allowed to be disappointed in her or that sheâs entitled to his immediate forgiveness. Give Ron and Hermione equal consideration. If youâre brushing off Hermioneâs actions but condemning Ron for the slightest mistake, I am sure to hate it.
Okay, uh, so, those arenât really tropes. Those are more just, guidelines I presume.
Oh, yeah, a trope that annoys me! Ron saying âyouâre mineâ, âmy Hermioneâ and stuff, and Hermione just swoons and says âyoursâ and shiz. Ok, once in a while, why not. Once in a while. BUTT. I WANT HERMIONE TO SAY IT TOO. âMineâ, âmy Ron!â and Ron swoons and says âyours, absolutely yoursâ. DO IT YOU COWARDS. FUCKING TAKE THOSE GENDER ROLES AND PUNCHâEM IN THE FACE.
Oh, right, while weâre on the subject of gender roles! Dad!Ron is everything. SingleParent!Ron is mwaaah. Stay-at-home-Dad!Ron is ALKZLDSJDLQSKLFJ <3. AnimalLover!Ron is HHHHNNNGG. Remember, the small gestures, the tiniest, softest acts Ron does (helping Harry get dressed when his arm is deboned, giving Dobby his brand-new sweater, praising Ginny, Luna and Neville when they escaped Umbridge), those are often those unremarkable, unmistakeably kind and sweet actions that tell us who Ron really is at his core: not a guy whoâd want power at all costs, not a guy whoâd give it all for ambition, not a guy who sees people as possessions, but someone kind who wants to make others happy.
Ok, I was also asked for AUs, so, uh, pretty much every AU is game as long as Ron gets treated with respect? I mean I donât really care for Mafia!AUs or such but if you can find a way to fit good Romione then go for it I guess. Royalty AU, yeah why not but I often see Ron being made a prince while Hermione is a poor wee servant girl and like. Uuum, weâre talking about the same characters here? Hermione the highly educated girl who keeps on walking over everyoneâs toes and loudly talking about how things should be done and is definitely Nouveau Riche, Ron who is a country boy who lives on a farm and is lost in the constant shuffle of his brothers, you think she should be the peasant and he should be the royal? Whaddafack? Oh, and all the âHermione is a Muggle, Ron is a wizardâ AUs that start this way BUTT! Suddenly... Hermione... turns out... to be (wait for it!)... A WITCH! And a super powerful super talented very good one too!!!... yeah ok, yawn. Itâs quite scary, actually, how often Iâve seen that plotline, but in the rare cases when itâs Muggle!Ron and Witch!Hermione, Ron never ever EVER (I mean, seriously, NEVER EVER) turns out to have been a wizard, not even a mediocre one, all along. No, when Ron is made a Muggle for the sake of AU he stays a Muggle. But when Hermione is made a Muggle she has to turn out TO HAVE BEEN A WITCH ALL ALONG OMYGAH. I can count on one hand the number of Mugglemione/Wizardron fics that actually stick to their Mugglemione premise till the end - and usually theyâre one-shots. (Also I donât mean âRon mistakes Hermione for a Muggle because he meets her in the Muggle world and assumes he must hide his magic from her, oh wait she was actually a witch!â fics, I mean genuinely âHermione has been raised a Muggle her whole life, never had weird things happen to her her whole life ever, then Ron comes in and is a wizard and he does magic and Hermione wonders what itâd be like to be a witch and oh surprise! Donât worry Hermione, you wonât have to feel not-special or mundane for long, here comes the plot contrivance to tell you you really were in fact the specialest of them all!!â fics.) Fairytale!AU is cool. Very good. But honestly I like to see them swapped around. Ron cursed by a nasty fae to be a Beast and Hermione stumbling upon him? Neat, especially if you donât go the boring route of âoh letâs just rehash the Disney/the original book with different names and call it a dayâ. But Hermione cursed by an asshole fae for, letâs say, not sharing books, turning into a Beast, and Ron stumbling upon her as sheâs trying to survive in the woods (and not doing a very good job of it)? Yes, brava, chiefâs kiss. Rapunzel AU where Hermioneâs bushy hair turns into the most impractical, most suffocating improvised ladder ever for Ron? Hilarious. Rapunzel AU where Ron has A GIANT EFFING PONYTAIL OF THE GODS and is screaming âow ow owâ as Hermione makes her way up to his window cringing and saying âsorry! sorry! sorry! (damn his hair smells good)â on every step? Equally hilarious. Go! Be creative! Please I beg of you
Creature!fics! Oh my god thereâs not enough of those, at least that arenât focused on a bullshit pairing! Soulmate AUs! Give me everything! Iâll even take A/B/O if you insist on making it Romione! Thatâs how far Iâve fallen from human decency Iâll take anything just give me some good Ron content please I beg of you (Ah and to those that are going to say âAlpha Ron Omega Hermione :)))â well yes, but actually no. âBeta Ron Beta Hermioneâ? âBeta Ron Alpha Hermioneâ? âOmega Ron Alpha Hermioneâ??? HELL YEAH NOW WEâRE TALKIN)
Oh dear god Iâm still not finished and I havenât gone through everything someone stop me.
AND NOW BE CAREFUL CHILDREN, BELOW WILL BE SMUT.
Okay I donât know if it qualifies as a trope, but. But. A more realistic depiction of Ron is usually what Iâm after. All those fanfics that have Ron be âthe sexy experienced one ;)))â ravishing ânaive virginal Hermione ;))â is just UGH. We spent all the 2000-2010 period having fics like this, mind adding a bit of EQUALITY to the mix???
Itâs just... I hate it okay? So many fics read like theyâre just projection, writers who are essentially making Ron their big strong sex toy stud who's so attentive and sweet and cherishing, and so it does indirectly ends up as "servant Ron is so devoted to his goddess Hermione, providing pleasure to her while she doesnât have to lift a fingerâ. The Dom!SexGod!Ron thing honestly depresses me... Since it's Ron taking care of Hermione, AGAIN. Like, he spends his WHOLE LIFE doing that already. Can we give him a break for once?
In the endI feel that it's less "Romione smut" and more "self-inserting into Hermione smut". In "real" Romione smut I think Ron and Hermione would switch roles according to what they feel like. And honestly I ALWAYS picture Ron being super nervous during Dom stuff, like he spanks her once then immediately he goes "oh my god are you okay?? did that hurt, do you want to stop?", things like that. I cannot imagine it happening any other way. XD Ron is just... too caring, too sensitive to do stuff like hard BDSM and that kind of thing in my opinion. Heâs too much of a caretaker. I understand if itâs your kink and youâre perfectly free to project and write the fic you want, Iâm not the fun police, but itâs just... I donât think thatâs really what Ron would be like. I just want MORE realistic Ron.
Also Iâm trying really really hard to not point fingers here but WHY is it that itâs always âRon growledâ while itâs always âHermione whimperedâ or âHermione moanedâ? Like... you know itâs okay for a man to moan or whimper in pleasure too, right? You know Ron isnât 110% muscles and testosterone? You know Hermione is allowed to be fierce too? Hermione can 100% âgrowlâ and be dominant and pin Ron to the wall and reduce him to a puddle of goo if youâre brave enough?
(Honestly how sexy would Ron think that is? The woman he loves is half his size yet can pin him down and ravish him. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG RON HAS WANTED TO BE RAVISHED AND CHERISHED DO YOU KNOW HEâS BEEN WANTING THIS ALL HIS LIFE)
Oooo-kay, so thatâs... mostly it, I reckon. Oh also Ron has a gigantic penisraise kink (and a great penis too, but mostly a praise kink). Thatâs canon and thatâs all.
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Sam and Bucky dance to this song after having to take refuge in a safe house during a particularly high stakes mission. Theres a record player and Sam makes this necessary senior citizen taunts when he catches Bucky's frequent glances towards where it sits on the wooden shelf. Eventually, Sam walls over to fiddle with it because Bucky insists on faking disinterest, but Sam really wants to see him being not-so-boring for once. It was rare to see the other man take interests in his surroundings, barring the hyperawareness that he had for every environment he found himself in.
Sam could almost imagine Bucky's robo-brain whirring to calculate all the exits, people, and vantage points for any possible threat. He never seemed to fully relax. Even sitting in a chair, he sat stiffly as if he was ready to leap out at at any moment. Sam could understand. He wasn't brainwashed and weaponized for 70 years, sure. But he has seen war and death. Things he'd rather forget. And he's felt fear. The initial fear of the thousand foot free falls, the fear of the police and the banks, and the fear of losing himself in it all. So, Sam gets the mental burden and understands how hard it is to leave once you're in.
So, he fiddles with the record player and pretends not to know how to work it. There's no other records visible, but luckily one is still in place. Bucky would eventually get irritated and put everything into place because he knows what Sam is doing. And he knows that Sam knows. Because Sam knows everything. Bucky assumes this from the amount of time the other man spends talking. So, he puts the record on like old times and ignores the lump trying to force its way up and the memories that resurface. Steve-
"You're lucky, man. Etta James, and a classic at that, talk about a two for one. Looks like our luck it starting to turn around, CP30," Sam smile toothily and Bucky wants to do do something to that gap in his teeth. He doesn't quite know what that is yet. Maybe punch it because Sam knows he doesn't understand that obvious reference. But Sam's smile soften to a close, and the corners curl at the edges as his head begins to sway with the notes. Like silk curtains, his eyes slip close in simple pleasure as if he was settling himself into the music.
Bucky watches and feels awkward. At some point, in the past, he would know what to do in the situation. He would know what to do with the violins and the soulful tones curling words of longing into the air. And tired fulfillment. Maybe, he would know what to do with Sam but he doubts it. Or at least how to...be himself. Maybe then they wouldn't argue for once. Sam opens his eyes and looks over to see Bucky who stood, stone faced and deep in thought. The focus of his hooded stare was intense and Sam scoffed. The other man was being broody again.
"Are you even listening to the music or did you zone out again?" He shifts, slightly elbowing his companion and Bucky blinks, his thoughts shifting back to the present.
"You started talking, I couldn't help myself," Bucky quips and Sam let's out a soft scoft that becomes a short laugh. Bucky feels his own lips twitch.
"You gotta relax, man. You could beat a piñata with the stick you have up your ass," Sam shakes his head. That wide tooth smile is back but this time its less cocky and a little more warm. Bucky rolls his eyes and looks away. He does that a lot. At least he understood the reference this time.
Sam sighs and stops the music. He replaces the needle at the original point and let's it go. After a few seconds of crackling silence, the song fills the room again. Sam slaps the back of his hand gently against Bucky's chest and steps back with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Wanna dance, old man?"
Bucky gently freezes in shock but Sam catches it because he expected it, really. Its why he asked in the first place. He wants to shake up that tightly wound exposure that Bucky has at all times. And he was bored. Bucky was not a talkative person and their current predicament left them without many sources for entertainment. It'd been hours since they arrived, yet Sam was feeling the time pass under his skin like an itch. He was exhausted and body weary, but it was better to stay awake so he could orient to the new time zone. As a result, he couldn't help but pester the other man.
"No."
Sam just kept looking at him. His gaze was sleepy, but a twinkle of the earlier mischief still shined through. Similarly, his skin reflected the warmth of the sun as it clung to the early evening and seeped through the windows. It was lucky that they got to be above ground this time.
The staring lasted a long moment. Like it always did. Then Sam shrugged.
"I know dancing may not be a particular talent of yours-" but before he could finish, Bucky was in his space and the rest of Sam's sentenced disappeared with some of his bravado. Bucky was fast and his sudden closeness wasn't expected given the man's reservations a second ago. The sudden adrenaline that had sparked through Sam's started to fade too. He wasn't scared of his companion, but the man's behavior was largely still a mystery to Sam which meant that sometimes he was caught off-guard.
Bucky raised his right hand out, brow arched expectantly, and Sam took it with caution. The man's other hand rose to hover a few inches above Sam's hip, and it took a few moments before he realized Bucky was waiting for permission. His cheeks warmed and he hoped his complexion made it less obvious. He gently guided the metal hand until Bucky settled it on the jut of his hip, the surface cool and smooth under his soft hold.
"Aren't you a gentleman? Thats that old-school chivalry," Sam teased. Bucky pulled their bodies closer and smirked wryly.
"I aim to please." A new song had started and Bucky briefly tore his attention from the heat he felt spreading along his front. He hadn't danced in a long time. Not like this.
The current song featured a masculine husk crooning affections for the listener. It was accompanied by the distinct, steady tempo of a piano. Bucky felt his body catch the music, the way he'd been taught, quickly adjusting to an appropriate rhythm. Sam followed without much of a pause, finally starting to settle into the feelings of sharing this foreign intimacy with the familiar stranger who was holding him so damn gently. Even so, Bucky gripped him firmly like he'd catch Sam if he even thought about falling.
It was...nice. Nicer than Sam (or either of them, really) had expected. He hadn't been held in who knows how long. He was too busy and had mostly outgrown flings, but it wouldn't be fair to a potential partner if he randomly left on long missions that required little to no contact with those who didn't have the clearance. But that was kind of an excuse. Since everything that had happened, Sam hasn't much felt like having others in his space. He was a social person and owned that, sure. But it was hard to open up authentically as much as he teased Bucky about his tendency to isolate himself. He tries to take the advice he regularly gives to the veterans he takes under his wing. Its enough to sustain his close relationships, including whatever he has going on with One Armed Wonder, but he has little energy to offer anyone else. He has to remind himself that thats okay.
Without thinking, Sam realized he had sunk his head into the crook of Bucky's shoulder. He had started to drift, still following the gentle sways of his partner's body like a boat welcoming the gentle rocking of small waves after a storm. Bucky hadn't said anything, luckily, so Sam remains in his position and enjoys the comforting sounds of soul that has wrapped around them.
He had finally put Bucky onto some real good conditioner after growing sick of the greasy tresses the man sported as the Winter Soldier. No judgement. Its hard to have a solid hair care routine as an international assassin for magic super Nazis. But now, it smelled like honeyed coconuts instead of the scentless, dollar brands he used to buy at random. Even though Bucky's hair was shorter, Sam still caught wiffs of it near his neck. It was more noticeable this close given the man's lack of cologne.
Bucky had noticed earlier when Sam's head dipped into his shoulder. Shortly after, he though he had heard soft snores, but the man's body had otherwise remained upright and solid like usual. He had continued to follow the pattern they'd set, so Bucky had just shifted his hand to his partner's lower back to provide support and kept their pace steady. Otherwise, he lost himself in the heat of Sam's hand and the confusing stillness that had settled in his chest. He felt...anchored. But that was Sam. He was strong and steady, and reliable, but just as capable of sinking as anyone else without the support he inarguable deserved. The support Bucky tried to provide.
Steve was gone now. He'd left the both of them to figure out the aftermath of everything that had happened. Bucky wondered if it hurt Sam like it hurt for him. He didn't blame his Steve; couldn't begrudge him that act of selfishness after all they'd been through. Without Rogers' strong presence between them, they had been left to scramble in the gap and reshape it for two. Sam had his family and Bucky had his therapist, but nobody could understand the them as much as the other, as different as they are. So here they are, slow dancing in a safehouse Rhodes had been generous enough to lend them on short notice. He was amicable towards Bucky, but the generosity was really for Sam. Bucky's neck itched, likely with dried sweat, and he sighed internally. He needed a shower.
The man worked his hand against Sam's lower back instinctually and the other man responds with a questioning hum tinged with sleepiness. Bucky doesnt have an answer so they continue in silence. The song had changed. It was a woman again. She was singing the Blues, if Bucky guessed correctly. He's been picking up more of the music Sam liked. It could be relaxing but full-bodied one moment or rich and thrilling the next.
So far, he has only worked his way up the mid-80s. Sam jokesthat his sensitive hearing isnt prepared for the young and hip tastes that dominate the charts, but he'll still sneak recent artists into his recommendations so Bucky isnt completely "out of the loop." Like always, Bucky would just roll his eyes, but now and again he closes them and try to imagine what Sam felt when listened to the music. Wonders at the connections the man shares with the melodies, and the histories curved into the lyrics. Some things, he couldn't ever understand, even if he tries. So, other times, he just listens.
Now, he's curled over his partner's slightly shorter stature, nose brushing the other man's temple. Sam was not a small man. He was built like a brick house. His upper body was strong, but his lower half was thick with muscle and padded by soft curves of flesh. Probably because he only does legs. Meanwhile, Bucky's own body is near the opposite: wide, sturdy chest that tapers to a firm waist and steady, straight legs. They contrast nicely, Bucky thinks. Filling up the spaces the other doesn't. For two people of their size, they still manag to fit snugly with little space between their bodies. Any closer, and Bucky isn't sure how he'd handle the proximity. He feels lulled into the calmness of the evening that had unexpectedly crept up on them in the quiet of everything around them, save for the music.
The two danced a bit longer, but eventually Sam's body grew too weary after the lack of sleep. With hesitancy, they quietly parted after the final notes of the song slipped from the record player. Bucky turns stopped the music while Sam flops into the nearby couch. His growing exhaustion does not stop him from throwing a smirk Bucky's way which the man met with his regular deadpan stare.
"Not bad. Not a single hip replacement necessary. I'd say thats a success for two old men." Sam quipped. Bucky stayed silent.
"You're not old," he finally said. He hadn't moved from his spot by the record player.
"Hmmm. Well, compared to you, 42 isn't that old." Sam lets his eyes close again but Bucky clears his throat, causing one of them to open in question.
"There's a bedroom upstairs," he explains carefully. They've been on the move for some time now with little time for real rest. If Sam was going to finally sleep then it should be in a real bed, at least.
Sam lets out out a quick laugh, "if you think you can butter me up with a dance-"
Bucky cuts off his teasing with a quick glare. If there was ever a moment being the Winter Soldier has served him, it was now. Otherwise, the heat he could feel trying to redden his ears would send Sam into a fit of hysterics.
"I did a perimeter check when we arrived. There's three bedrooms upstairs. All of them have en-suites bathrooms so take your choice," Bucky grumbles out, avoiding eye contact with his counterpart. The earlier stillness he had felt was slowly disappearing now that they were interacting again. His nerves were more taxed than before. He'll analyze that later. Maybe with his therapist, but she was kind of petty, so maybe not.
Sam's teasing smirk has settled into something a little more kind as he rises frim his seat and crosses the room to where Bucky stands. He roughly claps the other man's arm a couple of times before settling the familiar weight of his hand at the ball of Bucky's shoulder.
"I'm just messing with you, man. Thanks though. That couch would do my back in after being thrown by that explosion. Luckily, you were there to provide some cushioning," he says with that toothy smile. Before Bucky can respond, Sam bids him goodnight and slowly makes his way upstairs. Bucky watches him go, dry-mouthed and slightly confused. Once Sam has completely disappeared from view, Bucky takes in his surroundings and feels the emptiness of the room without Wilson's presence.
He'll do one more perimeter check then turn in for the night. Even he can feel the pullings of sleep. Maybe tonight, he'll dream about dancing.
#Spotify#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky#winterfalcon#tfatws#fatws#this was not supposed to be a fic#but it turned into one#mcu marvel#cliche#fics#edit later
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Better Together
Words: 2042 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Request: âHello, favorite blog writer! :) I may also request a Bucky Imagine where maybe he's your Ex (breaking up cause of he doesnt want to get you in danger cause of the avengers) but he is lost without you and totally changed in the bad way, but you feel the same.. then one night he wants to leave the Avengers behind but Steves get you there and you convince him to stay while hes already on his bike.. then you talk, decide to give your love another chance annnd end up in bed :) hehe. THAAANK YOU DOLLâ - Anon Summary: Steve Rogers comes knocking on Readerâs door in the middle of the night. He shows her a note from her Ex Bucky who plans on leaving the Avengers and starting a new life. Steve thinks Reader is the only one who can convince Bucky heâs already where he belongs.
You woke up in the middle of the night. Youâd been tossing and turning most of it but that was nothing new. Youâd been having trouble sleeping ever since he broke up with you. He said he was doing it to protects you. A part of you knew that his concerns were genuine. He always said he loved you and you could tell when you looked into his eyes that he meant it. Being the significant other of an Avenger had its risks. That was why Clint had kept his entire family secret, even from the rest of the team. There was plenty of news footage to act as proof of the dangers Tony had put Pepper in.
The only difference between you and Laura Barton or Pepper Potts, was that you knew what youâd signed up for. You didnât know Bucky before the Winter Soldier. Youâd only been a part of his journey after he tried to separate himself from that persona. It wasnât as if youâd lived a normal life together for some time and then he happened to get invited to join at team that put the world at danger just as often as it saved it. But, just like the first time heâd told you he loved you, once Bucky decided to leave, there was no changing his mind.
It had been roughly three months since heâd left. Heâd asked the others to stay away to help keep you safe, so when Bucky left most of your friends did too. They all had loved ones of their own and they knew theyâd do anything to protect them. The team didnât agree with Buckyâs decision, but they at least tried to respect it. You wished they had respected you enough to ask for your opinion instead of treating you like a child too fragile to handle yourself.
Your throat felt scratchy and dry. You decided to get up and get a drink of water. It wasnât like you were going to be going back to sleep any time soon. You ambled into the kitchen letting loose a loud yawn. You rubbed your eyes and made your way over to the sink. Youâd just been about to fill a glass with tap water when you heard a knock on your apartment door. Your eyes glanced over at the microwave. It was four in the morning.
âWho in the worldâŠ?â You abandoned your task at hand to peek through the peephole. Steve Rogers was standing in the hall. He and Sam were the only ones who didnât abide by Buckyâs no contact rule. They both told you many times and on separate occasions that they were sure Bucky would come to his sense soon. You opened the door and motioned for Steve to step inside.
âI wasnât expecting you to be awake.â He confessed as you closed the door behind him.
âCouldnât sleep.â You shrugged. You folded your arms over your chest. ïżœïżœïżœShouldnât you be at the compound pretending I donât exist?â
âProbably.â Steve shrugged. âYou know heâs just doing what he thinks is best.â
âYeah, but you know that just because he thinks itâs best that doesnât make it the only option, right?â You sighed.
âBelieve me, I do. Thatâs why Iâm here actually.â Steve confessed. âHeâs leaving, [Y/N]. He packed all his things at the compound. He left me a note.â Steve handed over a piece of paper that looked like it had in fact been scratch across in Buckyâs impatient font. You looked down at the note and began to scan it quickly.
âRogers, By the time youâre reading this, Iâll already be gone. Donât bother trying to follow me. I appreciate everything youâve tried to do for me over the years, but I need a fresh start, a real fresh start. Youâve been the best friend I could have ever asked for but this is the end of the line Pal. -Buck.â
âYou have any idea where he may be going?â Steve questioned. You looked up at Captain America. His brows were knit together with worry. His lips were turned down into a frown that didnât seem appropriate on the face on the Star-Spangled Man.
âActually, yeah. Are you sure we should go after him, Steve? He seems pretty sure that this is what he wants.â You hesitated.
âWell, he seemed pretty sure that calling things off with you was what he wanted too.â Steve told you. âHeâs been a mess without you, [Y/N]. Heâs been second guessing every decision heâs made. Heâs been short tempered. He doesnât sleep well. He wonât talk with anyone unless itâs about work. I Think youâre the only one who can convince him to stay.â
âI couldnât even convince him to stay with me, Steve.â You disagreed. âBut maybe together we can prove to him that heâs better off with the team than he would be alone. Iâll get my coat.â
Steve programed the address you gave him into his carâs GPS. The directions led to a log cabin in Virginia that Bucky had purchased a few years ago. Steve parked his car in the driveway. It didnât look like Bucky had arrived yet.
âI didnât even know he had this place.â Steve gaped. âYouâre sure this is where heâll come?â
âThis would be my best guess. It was supposed to be a secret. He got the idea from Clint.â You told him. âHe wanted a place to hide in case he ever lost control again.â
âWhy did he tell you about it?â Steve asked. He was clearly a little hurt that his lifelong best friend had trusted you with such a big secret.
âAt the time, he told me that if he ever lost control again, Iâd be the only one who would be able to pull him out of it. You think you can handle this?â You questioned.
âHeâd do the same for me.â Steve said before getting out of the car. You followed after him, the two of you began to walk the perimeter of the house, looking for any indication that Bucky may have already been there and left. After only a few minutes you heard the familiar purr of a motorcycle. You turned a corner as Bucky cut the engine. Because it was still dark out, he didnât see you or Steve at first. However, he certainly recognized his best friendâs vehicle.
âHow the hell did you find me, Rogers?â Bucky mumble to himself.
âA little bird told me.â Steve confessed, He stepped closer to Bucky, which activated a motion sensor light above Buckyâs garage.
âThat makes sense.â Bucky sighed when he saw you standing next to Steve.
âCan we talk?â You wondered, stepping closer to him.
âWe have talked, [Y/N].â He answered. âI donât have anything else to say. To you or him.â He nodded at Steve. He tried to walk past both of you towards his front door. You reached out for his wrist to stop him but you fingers only brushed against cool vibranium. He continued walking.
âWell, I do.â You called after him. That seemed to catch his attention briefly. He looked back at you over his shoulder.
âDo you remember what you said, when you took me here?â You called out to him.
âThat was years ago. It was a different time, [Y/N].â He shook his head.
âIt wasnât so long ago, Buck.â You insisted, stepping closer. âYou said you always wanted a place like this, away from the city. A quiet place to raise a family. You said you liked this house because it had potential, it gave you hope. Hope that we could have a brighter future together than your dark past.â You took another step closer to him and pointed to a large oak tree in the backyard. âYou said that tree would be perfect for a tree house, handmade like your grandparents had at their house. The kind with a tire swing hung from a lower branch.â
âThat was a pipe dream, [Y/N].â Bucky argued.
âIt was more than that.â You insisted. âIt was a future we can still have, together. We can be together, James. We can make this work. We can have the two point five kids with a tree house, a dog and a white picket fence, and in another thirty years we can have three rocking chairs out on the back deck enjoying the life we build. It wonât be easy, weâll have to fight like hell, but youâve given up too much to not get a happy ending.â
âThree chairs?â Bucky repeated.
âYeah, when I picture us way older, Steveâs always there. I just want to be prepared in case he never marries and ends up living with us when heâs retired.â You explained. âYou know Iâll age faster than you two, so I like to think that instead of remarrying the two of you grow old together. It sounds weird when I say it out loud.â You rolled your eyes. You could just make out the slightest hint of a smirk on Buckyâs face in the moonlight.
âSo, in your fantasy reality where we end up together and you are presumably my wife, you envision my best friend living with us?â He chuckled.
âHeâs family.â You shrugged. âWhat else would we do? Put him in a nursing home? Family takes care of each other, especially when they donât know how to take care of themselves.â
âAlright, alright. Point taken.â You watched Buckyâs shoulders slump and he heaved a great sigh. âIâll admit, I may have been acting a bitâŠirrational, the past few months. The truth is, none of this is how I pictured my life turning out. Sometimes I get into my own head and, itâs hard to love myself, so I canât understand how anyone else would. I truly donât deserve the two of you.â
âNonsense,â Steve came to stand beside you. âThereâs no one else on earth stubborn enough to track you down.â
âYou know something, Rogers, I think you might be right.â Bucky smiled.
â[Y/N]âs right too, Buck. Weâre family. We stand by each other. We fight together. Especially if that fight is against our own instincts.â Steve said.
âItâs pretty cold out here.â Bucky observed. âYou guys want to come inside?â
âI think maybe the two of you need time to talk. Can you make sure she getâs home alright?â Steve questioned.
âShe already is home. Weâve got it from here, Rogers.â Bucky assured him. âThank you.â
âTill the end of the line.â Steve told him before walking back to his car.
âYou have time to talk?â He asked you. Bucky started walking towards his front door.
âYeah,â you nodded, following after him. âBut truthfully Buck, Iâm exhausted. I havenât been sleeping great and Steve got me all full of adrenaline on the way over. Now that I know youâre okay, my body is finally starting to register that itâs five in the morning and I should be sleeping. Could I maybe crash on your couch and we can talk in the morning?â
You looked around realizing the house had hardly any furniture. The front door opened to an empty entry way. Bucky kicked his shoes off and left them in the middle of the floor. To your left was a living room with just an old big box TV & a couch. To the right, was a dining room, which was filled with bins and boxes, probably everything heâd moved from the Compound.
âI have a bed you know.â He offered as you took off your boots. âFor you.â He added, I can sleep on the couch.
âSteve said you havenât been sleeping well, you should take the bed. You need the rest.â You insisted.
âYou said yourself that youâre having trouble sleeping.â Bucky reminded you.
âYeah, didnât realize how much I hated sleeping alone until you left.â You confessed.
âI know the feeling.â He chuckled. âNearly called you that first night and begged you to take me back. Plenty of room for the two of us. We could both get a decent nightâs sleep for the first time in months and we can figure out everything else in the morning.â
âCount me in.â You yawned.
#Bucky Barnes#Bucky Barnes x Reader#Bucky Barnes Reader Insert#Bucky Barnes Fan Fiction#Bucky Barnes FF#Bucky Barnes Fan Fic#request
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im in The Mood cus im listening to the bully soundtrack so derry girls x bully
in terms of cliques, none of them are in any but james briefly considered joining the nerds but decided he had too much self-respect for that. (he still chats to cornelius tho). when he first showed up he was eyed up by the preps because of his accent and he nearly got harrassed by gord but derby stopped him because âheâs just a commoner with a fancy accentâ. michelle is second to lola in how much sheâs manipulated the greasers (and desperate boys in general) to do what she wants.
uniforms!
(their faces arent there cus i struggled so much getting it right. also james is missing cus i can only draw girls. not like heâs dressed that much different from any other non-clique student anyway)[if you canât tell whoâs who, in order itâs clare, erin,orla and michelle]
jenny & aisling are preppies. thats it thats the paragraph
the girls all share one room in the girls dorm and james managed to bag a room w petey so they can sleep at least somewhat soundly... tho james has lost count of the times heâs climbed out the window to avoid the fights in the corridors/common room also bc hes friends(ish) with petey heâs on good terms with jimmy who respects him quite a bit (mainly bc of his loyalty to his friends.. something petey struggles w). zoe also doesnât hate him for this reason but this doesnt stop him from finding her scary. james knowing jimmy means heâs spoken to the rest of the group a dozen times. clare thinks heâs dangerous and doesnât like him, michelle thinks heâs dangerous and does like him, erin, being erin, developed a crush on him really easily and orla thinks hes cool cus he has a slingshot and a skateboard
erin has a rivalry with mandy which is starting to take priority to her one with beatrice becuause erin is pretty enough to be on the cheer squad but she hangs around with âweirdosâ. beatrice likes erin because mandy has started ignoring her in order to attack erin instead.
orla is honestly? just vibing. as she always does. the bullies try to go after her but she perplexes them by asking odd questions and scares them off with her lighter. some of the greasers + zoe think shes kinda cool
clare is frightened to death of the jocks, bullies and greasers and has no idea how michelle can even go near them i mean come on THEY BEAT PEOPLE UP!!! THEY FIGHT ALL THE TIME. she generally sticks to the main group but occasionally christy and angie invite her to hang out and they gossip but she has nothing to add so she just becomes a rumour library. sheâs also quite good friends with eunice (& might have a lil crush on her)
as i said michelle is very much just Lola with a slightly higher bar, hanging abt with boys and manipulating them into doing stuff for her. still, sheâs careful to make sure the rest of her group stays out of it. erin still gets a few snide comments for hanging w michelle, sometimes clare has it brought up to her and james has people yelling at him that his cousin is a âharlotâ and whatever else, but she takes the fallout on her own. of course, clare and james try to get her to stop doing this but she ignores them, even if she feels a bit guilty.
the group overall tends to get along w the other non-cliques. james unwittingly found himself being subjected to sheldonâs... attention. orla has made friends with pedro, melody and karen, theyâre like her little coven.
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12/09 ok! thinking abt this a lil bit more today and michelle hangs abt w the greasers a lot and vance approached her n she assumed her was gonna flirt w her like the rest of them but he completely caught her off guard when he said âhey about your cousin~â. vance genuinely has a thing for james and they share a few classes together so he always tries to talk to him which james struggles w because why is a greaser talking to me help but he lowkey finds him attractive so its this terrible mess
also i just remembered but none of them attend gym cus they find mr burton creepy as fuck. james got told he had to do shop class but Did Not Go because Fuck Walking Into Greaser Territory even if he had vance backing him up. eventually a deal was struck and he swapped with orla so now she goes into the workshop and freaks everyone out and he gets to sit and sew shit with clare.
#god what a ramble of a post#this isnt gonna get any ~notes~#canis canem edit#derry girls#uh#please watch derry girls#its funny y'all will like it i promise
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thoughts while watching the first harry potter:
listen i started this list a little late im ngl but notable thoughts so far are me thinking of dumbledore as a gay idiot and still loving hagrid
do you think hes speaking in parseltongue in the zoo when hes speaking to the snake
forgot boats existed
these idiots do scream a lot dont they
i forgot how light hearted this universe really is in the first couple movies
yer a wizard harry, okay hagrid maybe slide him into it a little better
we get it tuney you have fucking trauma, doesnt mean you should abuse a child
hasnt everyone had their name down since they were born, hagrid? theres a list
i like that his umbrella is pink
are you paying for those damages hargid? stop taking the door off the hinges
though, if the dursleys are, keep breaking shit
speaking about dragons on the the fucking tube, its a miracle harry didnt get in trouble with the ministry sooner
what is hagrid's usual? does anyone know???
fucking Quirrell, cant wait for your epic love story with the dark lord
maybe we should tell the 12 year old how the fuck everyone knows his name, just maybe
they do a great job of getting the wonder down pat
how much money and licensing do you think it took for them to get all these owls on set
ahh yes, antisemitism the bank
how many vaults are in gringotts?? also if harry's vault is the potters vault, a literal like sacred 28 family, one of the original families, and its number 600 something, how many were there before the potters?? did the potters get a vault recently? or is this james and lily's vault?? how rich were james and lily if so??
look at ollivander, crazy tinker uncle, love him
this might be the socialist in me but why do people have to pay for wands if everyone needs one??
why is the dark lords twin wand just sitting around on the shelf, ollie me boy??
do you think thats Harry's true wand or do you think thats because of the horcux thing?? do you harry had to get another wand after he died?? did he? i dont remember the last movie
is ollie me boys actor wearing contacts or are his eyes just like that??
thats a very weird way of showing Halloween 81, very misleading
hagrid said ill predict voldys rise in the first movie so we can have some plot development
hagrid is late to everything isnt he? i can feel it in my bones
i swear ive seen these movies, and ive even read the first book, i just dont remember shit
youd think theyd have someone in the know stationed close to the entrance for the platform, for any muggleborns
ginnys actress really had no fucking lines in this movie did she, just had to stand there
oh wait she said good luck
amazing work ginny
ooh a warm filter
can muggles see the express? like just running from london to scotland
wicked!
you didnt have to show the woman the sad sandwich ron
i think the trolly replenishes magically, i think thats how thats how that works, i want to believe that
god i cant tell if i would love or hate hermione, shes pretentious but so was i at that age
god dont fucking point your wand right in someones face mione
how does mione know who harry is?? why does she care?
look at the tiny first years, might just go and pinch theyre cheeks
MINNIEEEE i love you minnie
looking stunning minnie, the green brings out the sternness in your brow
you go minnie, give your speech, thats my head of house
shut up draco, youre not bond
you pretentious fuckwit, your hair is brassy anyways
if this is a class of kids born in the middle of a war, how big are the usual class sizes wtf
THE FUCKING CLAP
fucking propaganda ron, you slytherin hater
what order are these names going in, did they just randomized the list
oooh we get quiet for the boy who lived, jesus let him keep living
the fact that for the rest of these people its just silent is so fucking funny to me, Harry's just fucking whispering to himself
get their attention minnie
me dads a muggle, mums a witch, bit of a shock for him when he found out
NICK, love to see you buddy
i have no emotional attachment to peeves but i feel i should mention him here
the stairs still piss me off, why the fuck would you make moving stair cases
who sets out gloves for the next day? am i the weird one who doesnt??
Minnie, you are the love of my life
shut up snape you dramatic bloodpurist incel
i know theyre setting him up to be mistaken as the villain but jesus christ hes still an asshole
your robes Neville, you forgot your robes
its weird how they have to learn all these latin charms yet only have to say up to get their brooms to work
why wont you go after him, hes obviously not exactly in control, Hooch
does Hooch only teach first years? she is quite literally the equivalent of a history teacher who coaches football
what the fuck is Quirells classroom
they dont make the house teams because no first years can try out, Ron
MINNIE PLAYED QUIDDITCH?!?!? WHY DIDN'T I KNOW THIS
why didnt you speak up earlier Mione wtf
bc the fire wont give you away, harry, better hide
FLUFFY, WHOS A GOOD BOY
they have much worse things locked up in the school, Ron
Oliver wood is a bloody liar because i still dont fuckign understand quidditch, also theres like 500 rules, wtf
thats a shitty explanation of how the game works, Oliver
BLOW IT UP SEAMUS
SHES TWO FEET BEHIND YOU RON YOU IDIOT
carrot cake? on halloween?
dont shrug as if you didnt literally bully her ron
thought youd oughta know, bit of an understatement Quirell
no duh the trolls left the dungeon ron
lying: the best start to any friendship
we're at a net zero points for gryffindor for the year at the moment
the amount of interaction these kids have with professors is so weird to me, is this what small class size do to kids?? its weird
not comforting Oliver
Okay i understand Oliver simps now, I get it okay
are there no backups or subs for quidditch? feels like there should be, like of all the games
set him on fire mione, i know hes not the villain of the movie but god he sucks
fancy flying from harry fucking potter
okay but also i feel like there are some things we should not trust hagrid with, like hes not that great at keeping secrets
why is harry excited about christmas if he thinks hes not getting presents? i knw there are other aspects but like thats the only reasont o get up early
i always remember this scene at night for some reason??
not just an invisibility cloak, THE invisibility cloak ron
btw who gives it to harry? is it remus? is it dumbledore? is it like an inheritance thing? whats up with that?
there are jumpscares in harry potter
he very much can hide, filch
stop being a narc mrs norris
does harry even know what his parents look like at this point? how does he know who the fuck is in the mirror of erised?? he doesnt have that stupid scrapbook yet does he
oh they nod, sure lets clear up that plot hole
they shouldve put sirius and remus in the mirror in that scene, shown his whole family, wouldve been a nice setup
how does rupert grint already look so tired as a twelve year old
big speech to give to a twelve year old Dumbledore, when you wont even tell him what you see
Emma really does just slam that book on Daniels hand, thats mustve fucking sucked
the fact that ive watched two movies that had Nicholas Flamel in two very different roles this year is very strange to me
well thats probably on account of it being a fucking dragon egg hagrid, now isnt it?
was hagrid a hufflepuff? i think he was, maybe a ravenclaw
yes four, you blonde idiot
that shot is really nice, it sets them apart
what happened to filch to make him such a miserable man?
ooh mention of werewolves, awooo werewolves of london
yeah just dip your whole hand in hagrid, dont be scared of the strange liquid, take a nice little bath
i loev that dog, i want that dog, i want to hug that dog
god just the look of that forest is so bloody cool
wait so is that quirell walking fucking backwards?
maybe ask who the fuck youre talking to before asking other questions??? wtf harry
why are yout talking to the centaur like hes your old friend harry, youve literally never met him before
snape doesnt want the stone at all Harry
god hagrid you sweet stupid man
snape is completely valid for that, if a twelve year old ever looked at me like that i would punch them
Do you think people ever loose invisibility cloaks? like theyre invisible do you think they ever just never get found again
i hate the look of the dog spit, that is so gross
they really left everything in except for the fucking potions didnt they, damn
harry potter walked so queens gambit could run
hermione, posted up
rons stupid in the later movies because he got a concussion as a twelve year old
god harry really posted up to beat up snape in fucking khakis
"I knew you were a danger to me!" Hes twelve, Quirell
let me wait for this weird dude to unravel his head scarf instead of running away
the magic in this movie is real fucking conditional isnt it
just some casual necromancy for the stone? you sure about that voldy, you two faced bitch?
let me choke out this twelve year old real quick
oh yeah why is he able to just avengers endgame Quirell? is there an answer to that? like was that ever found out
do you think voldy passing by him while he hold the stone actually killed him but since he holds the stone hes functionally unkillable and then some magic gets put into him and thats why he can return to life later when he actually goes to the whole afterlife place?
ohhh we're vouching on the blood magic for the endgaming of Quirell
do you think dumbledore came across the vomit flavored bean before or after his sister died?
Mione's got a headband! Looking snazzy!
how did Hufflepuff only get 352 points? Gryffindor literally lost 150 points this year and they only beat them by 50, wtf, is it because they kept getting caught with weed
I wont even speak on the fucking outrage that is this point awarding, its already been spoken on. However, Neville shouldve gotten more points
What if someone just stood up and started challenging Dumbledores math, that would be so funny
some of these extras are really attractive
but james potter is somehow so fucking ugly why did they do that to my mans
hagrid deserves the last shot of this film, i love him, he deserves everything, that stupid sweet man
#harry potter#sorcerer's stone#harry potter and the sorcerer's stone#harry potter and the philosopher's stone#hermione granger#ron weasley#k mumbles#fred weasley#george weasley#ginny weasley#hagrid#rubeus hagrid#albus dumbledore#long post#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin
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man i shouldnât even have to say this shit but im getting so frustrated with georgeâs fandom right now
i will start this off by saying i am black! iâm black and so many of the people i see complaining and speaking for black people are all white! I donât think any of you have actually talked to a black person about this situation to get a nuanced view about it and itâs really annoying tbqh
i know that you guys care, i really do but this is not helping anybody. if george doesnt wanna acknowledge something stupid he did when he was in high school, then that is more than okay. i think enough remorse is shown in him deleting the video soon after uploading it without him having to make a whole statement about it
i understand why he did apologize the way that he did -- it was fans like you in group chats gathering all the content you can get who found it! that isnât to say itâs a bad thing because it isnât, itâs good to acknowledge that this happened. itâs good to want him to be held accountable for it. of course it would be yall who care most about the apology!
but do you think he hasnât been held accountable? do you think alex or james or will or mia or aria would let him get away with that shit? it was probably them who made him take it down, who educated him about that type of stuff but thats besides my point.
right now? when everyday millions of people are protesting and rioting over the deaths, assault, and killing of black people? this is the least of our concerns! it is not his place right now to detract the attention away from things that actually matter.
black lives are more than a word said or not said. if you really support black people, then you need to be doing something, not just talking (actions speak louder than words, anyone?) raising money, spreading awareness, etc.
george is doing his part. could he be doing more? yes, but who can say theyâre doing everything they absolutely can? not a lot of us.
this is not about cancelling people, this is about educating the ignorant and allowing them the space to grow and learn without dozens of people breathing down their neck.
he does not have to apologize to you. he doesnât owe you shit because you are not black and if you are, feel free to have a differing opinion.
but personally for me, if i had to repent online for every stupid thing i said when i was a teenager, iâd be here all fucking day. iâm tired of yall wasting energy putting george on a pedestal instead of actually doing something to help black people.
how much stupid shit did u say when u were 18? like really think about it because it feels like yall are projecting ur own guilt onto him
#memeulous#george memeulous#commentary crew#eboys 420#the eboys#imallexx#james marriott#willne#british commentary youtube#youtubers#commentary youtubers
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15 questions tag game
tagged by @chillingtae to do this fun game. thank you so much bright angel!! <3 i dont think ive ever seen questions like these around here so this is fun <3
placing this under a cut because it is long !
1. Itâs your birthday! What did you ask for and did you receive it?
uhm...im an old bean, and ive found that over time ive stopped asking for things necessarily and request more experiences. time spent with people matters more to me than items - i can pretty much buy things on my own if i want them. if im asking for anything id ask for money to put towards bills or savings or trips. this year i asked my parents for some money to convert to yen before i went to japan, which they gave me. of my friends, i asked if we could go for dinner and drinks which was a lovely evening <3
2. What was the last song or album you listened to?
song = Kvrt in Space by Fraunhofer Diffraction
album = 1 Billion Views by EXO-SC
3. What is your go to snack when youâre hungry or bored?
depends on my energy level. usually chips and veggies with hummus because i dont have to make anything. my ultimate snack is popcorn so i have to be careful about how often i have it because i could eat an entire trucks worth and not feel the least bit guilty.
4. What is your morning routine?
check emails. text parents. catch up on group chats. roll out of bed and wash up. feed the cat. start the day!
5. What mythical/cryptic creature would you be?
god probably some bog witch or oracle on a mountain
6. How do you interact with someone that you donât like?
i dont. if they are interacting with me i will be polite but the conversation will be curt and brief.
7. How do you define a toxic person?
=> habits of dishonesty, manipulation, gaslighting, deflection of blame for wrong doings => reacting to criticism or conflict rather than responding => engaging or meddling or perpetuating drama simply for the attention, thrill/endorphins of it => someone who drains your energy in their company rather than heals it => inability to admit they were wrong or let situations go
8. Have you ever been to a concert or fan meet type of event? If not, would you want to?
ive been to a significant amount of concerts in my life. i love love love concert going and, before quarantine, i would list this activity as one of my favorite hobbies. while not a fan meet event, ive wound up meeting and becoming acquainted with a number of musicians - either by running into them on the street, working with them in some capacity, waiting in the queue before doors, waiting after a show, etc. i once was able to attend an after party of a show with @queenoftheimpala because i knew what a tubulum was after a band member jokingly posted about it on twitter and we started talking. one of my all time favourite bands provides ticket packages which are both a ticket to the show and an earlier event in which there are panels with therapists discussing the importance of mental health etc etc.
regarding kpop, i have not attended a fanmeet and tbh i dont think i would. the set up feels unnatural, and it is not that i want to spend hours talking with an artist but it feels very rushed and not entirely personal enough for me to express what id truly want to say. this is just my opinion. i know many fans have attended these events and have had a wonderful time. i just dont think this would suit my energy as im quite introverted and feeling rushed would make me anxious.
9. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
oh for sure i do. when you research charts, planets, alignments, etc etc it can be quite revealing when it comes to personality traits, needs, expectations. while i dont believe it accounts for every single thing about a person (upbringing and societal/cultural influence matter too) it can account for the fundamentals. astrology, tarot, and light work have seen me through some extremely difficult situations in my life and reading tarot/charts has helped me understand why i feel what i feel on certain days.
10. If you had only one sense (hearing, touch, sight, etc.), what would you want?
i rely so heavily on all my senses that i just...dont even know how to pick this. i think id go with touch. taste is a sense omg you mean i cant taste food anymore? oh god. ok uh yeah im still gonna go with touch. touch helps you feel the connection with other people - hugs, hand holding. sounds have waves which you can feel on the body. the earth has texture. touch is how the body relates spatially to other and to itself so yeah i would go with touch.
11. Who is your favourite celebrity or idol?
non kpop = prince, david bowie, chris corner, maynard james keenan....mostly its women. rihanna or sabrina claudio or rosalia. women in the root of their power and sensuality. they are unforgiving in their bodied expressions and i respect them so much. they are unforgiving in their femininity.
kpop = chanyeol lmao like....unfailingly so
12. If you could talk to your favourite celebrity(s) for a limited time, what would you tell them?
for the non kpop celebrities = im usually just really supportive of women in the entertainment/arts industries so id love to just hear their stories. in this instance i dont think me saying anything is beneficial, more that its important we listen to their journies and their path to success. they have a lot to teach us. chris corner ive met several times and have had many amazing conversations with so in this instance, id just ask if hes doing well, how california is, how his dogs are, give him the update on my tattoo plans etc. for maynard...idk just cry because hes the celebrity ive loved since i was like 4 years old.
kpop = if i had the chance to talk to chanyeol i think like...id just like to talk about his music, thank him for having women as his video editors/videographers, ask his genre tastes, talk about the sheer amount of retro/nostalgia modes on the recent sc album. maybe talk about astronomy. thank him for his power and remind him to eat and that he doesnt need to master everything. achieving perfection is a pursuit of pain, all he has to achieve is happiness within himself. again, remind him to eat.
13. Iâm taking you out on a date and itâs your choice. Where are we going?
oooo lets go to an arcade and for dinner. theres some really great barcades in lower manhattan and on LES we can get some amazing dumplings for really cheap and just have a night of talking, playing games, drinking. then maybe walk along the river before we catch the trains home
14. Do you like sweet or savory foods?
my sweet tooth has a limit so while i do like sweet im more into savory
15. Do you have any band merchandise or merchandise from any of your favourite artists? If so, what?
i have a lot of band tees, signed posters, albums of theirs theyve signed for me. i have some drum sticks given to me by a few bands, signed set lists. one band gave me a turntable slip cover. i have a few first press or numbered records that ive framed. i have some lightsticks from when i attended some kpop shows. ive got lots of stuff!
tagging: @yehet-me-up @queenoftheimpala @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @j-pping @yoonia @jamaisjoons @ditzymax @jiminiethot @blackberrykai @hkynm @ninibears-erigom @readyplayerhobi @imdifferentshadesofpurple @red-exo and anyone else who wants to do this. as always please only do so if youre comfortable <3
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Parent Teacher Conference
A/N: Anon request- Okay but single dad ashton au where he doesnt wanna risk getting his kid involved with a woman but ur the new teacher for them and yall meet and he falls madly for u
Content: All the feels! And swearing.
And away, and away we go!
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âCâmon, Seb, get a move on,â I called out, peeking my head into the bathroom.
My carbon-copy of a son with a mop of brown-blond curls turned to me, toothbrush in his mouth, and grinned. âDad! Iâm in big kid school now!â his voice muffled around the toothbrush.
âYeah, and youâre gonna be late if you donât step it up a notch.â
4th grade. My 9 year old was going into 4th grade. I choked back the memories, refusing to cry, because âDad, stop crying, itâs only 4th grade.â
âYouâre right, bud, itâs only 4th grade,â I had told him, tucking him into bed last night. To him, it was only 4th grade. For me, this was also the anniversary of the day his mom left us 8 years ago.
I looked at my son, his brand new sneakers that would have scuff marks on them when I picked him up later, a long sleeved flannel tied around his waist. God, if it werenât for the fact that he was clearly me- the eyes and the giggle were a dead give away- I swear he was Lukeâs. âUncle Lu tell you to dress like that?â I asked.
The curls bounced as his head bobbed up and down. âHe said it was cool. And I wanna be cool, Dad. Itâs 4th grade.â
I imitated my head exploding. God, when did this kid grow up? Seemed like just yesterday his entire body could fit in my hands.
âDad? Dad!â
I shook my head, clearly the thoughts. âYeah, bud?â
âCan we go now?â he asked, a Spider-Man backpack slung over one of his shoulders.
âCâmon, then,â I smiled.
~~~
It wasnât like I hadnât tried dating since Sebâs mom left us. I had. I was just very selective. I didnât want to bring a woman home, have things go wrong, and be left to pick up not only my broken pieces but my sonâs as well.
My heart was one thing. Iâd been known to be reckless with it. But, my sonâs was another matter entirely. He was too young to know heartache.
Plus every time I had to cancel a date last minute because Seb got sick, or left a date early because Seb called me in tears asking where I was, didnât lend itself to much romance. Girls could go on and on about how hot single dads were, but what they failed to realize is that my son would always be my number 1 priority.
~~~
âMr. Irwin, Iâd like to talk to you about Sebastian. Is there anyway you can meet with me after school? Say 2:45?â
I pinched the bridge of my nose. School had only been in session for a month. It couldnât be time for parent-teacher conferences already. Which only meant one thing- something had happened with Seb. âYeah, Iâll be there.â
âWho was that?â Calum asked me.
âSebâs teacher. She wants to talk with me after school.â
âIsnât his teacher hot?â Mike asked.
âWhat? No⊠I mean, sheâs attractive, sure. But, sheâs his teacher.â
âOoo, Ash like the teacher!â Luke teased.
I felt my face flush. Alright, maybe I did a little. She was attractive, stunningly so, and she was a teacher. Which meant she understood kids. And maybe, that just might mean she understood single dads.
~~~
âHello?â I asked, sticking my head in the classroom at 2:45.
The bell had rung fifteen minutes ago and I still hadnât seen my son. Now, I saw why, as he was hunched in his desk reading, a scowl on his face.
âDad!â his face lit up when he heard my voice.
âKeep reading, Sebastian,â his teacherâs voice said firmly.
âYes maâamâŠâ
âMr. Irwin, glad you could make,â she smiled softly at me. âPlease, have a seat.â
I moved to sit in chair she had just besides her desk. âSo, you wanted to talk?â I asked.
âYes. It seems your son had an incident with a classmate on the playground today.â
âSeb?â I asked, fighting to keep my voice level.
âAlex is a jerk! And she took away my recess!â he shouted at me.
âSebastian,â both his teacher and I warned, and then I had to work at keeping the smile off my face.
âAnyway,â she said, turning her attention back to me. âThere was an incident. Both boys lost their recess privileges for the rest of this week and next week.â
âYou keep saying âincident,â what happened exactly?â
âI keep saying âincident,â Mr. Irwin, because your son is an incredibly⊠strong-willed individual.â
âYou can just say heâs stubborn. And itâs Ash, please.â
âI prefer the term strong-willed, Ash,â she smiled at me again and I liked the way it was genuine and soft, her eyes crinkling at the edges. And I liked the way my name sounded rolling off her lips. And I was in trouble.
âSo, my stubborn son wonât tell you what happened?â
âPrecisely. And Iâm not one to involve admin if I can help it. But in order to not involve admin, I need to know what happened. Thatâs where Iâm hoping you can come in.â
âSeriously, Seb? She just said sheâs not gonna send you to the principal, and youâre mad she took away recess from you?â
âShe wouldnât take my recess away if she knew what Alex said!â His book was now closed and clenched in his fists, vibrating with his tiny rage.
âSebastian, I would love to know what Alex said,â she told him, keeping herself calm even though my son was far from it himself. Was that a special gift all teachers had, or just her? âBut, every time I ask, you just tell me he was being a jerk. Maybe youâd like to tell your dad instead?â
âHe is a jerk!â he screamed, throwing his book. âHeâs⊠heâs⊠heâs a fuckin asshole!â
âSebastian James Irwin! What the hell has gotten into you? Start explaining yourself, now!â
His face scrunched up as he realized I was now angry with him. âHe said I didnât have a mom!â he wailed at me before bursting into tears and running out of the classroom.
I fell back in my seat, watching him run off, my heart shattering in my chest. He was right. This Alex kid was a fuckin asshole.
âYou okay?â her voice sounded, her hand touching mine.
âI thought I was doing everything rightâŠâ
âYou are. Sebastian is by far one of the best students Iâve had. Heâs so kind and polite to everybody. Heâs funny, too. Which is why today surprised me. It seemed so out of character.â
âI better go after him,â I sighed, getting up.
âIâll come with,â she offered, getting up herself.
It was the first time a girl had offered to come with me before when dad duty called. I couldnât help it. I smiled at her.
âNow, I see where Sebastian gets his smile from,â she smiled back.
~~~
We found him huddled in the corner of the highest part of the play structure.
âWould you get down, please?â I asked from the ground. Climbing up there myself was going to be a bitch.
âNo! Go away! I hate you!â
âLove you too, bud!â
âWhereâs my mom?â
âI donât know, bud. Come down so we can talk, please.â
âNo!â
âThat wasnât a question, Seb.â
âI donât care!â
âYou have to the count of 3 to get down here, or Iâm coming up there,â I said, really hoping I didnât have to go up there after him. â1.â
âNo!â
â2!â
âI hate you!â
3!â I started my ascent. My kid, the fuckin brat that he was, waited until I was on the middle platform before launching himself down the slide. âYou stay right there,â I warned, moving to go back down.
âSebastian,â I heard her voice say as he started to run. âAre we making smart choices right now, or are we acting on impulse?â
âImpulseâŠâ he answered, stopping in his tracks.
âAnd, what do we want to do?â
âMake smart choicesâŠâ
âSo, what do we do to calm our impulses, so we can make smart choices?â
âBreatheâŠâ
âAlright, breathe with me. Ready?â
âYeahâŠâ
âAnd, inhale, 3, 4, 5, 6. Hold. Exhale, 4, 3, 2 , 1,â she coached as I watched. Was she trying to make me fall in love with her? âBetter?â
âBetterâŠâ
âAlright, you ready to tell us whatâs wrong?â
âAlex said-â he started, already getting upset again.
She held up a finger. âCalmly, Sebastian. What upset you?â
âMy feelings were hurt when Alex said I didnât have a mom.â
âWhy?â
âBecause it made me feel sad.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I have Dad. And Uncle Cal, Lu, and Mikey. And grandma. And Auntie Lauren, and Uncle Harry. And Auntie Crystal and Auntie Sierra.â
âWow, sounds like you have a lot of people who love you.â
âBut, I donât have a momâŠâ
âLots of people donât have moms. Or dads. Spider-Man didnât have his parents. Was he still loved?â
âYeahâŠâ
âSo, whatâs wrong?â
âAm I broken?â
âNo, Seb,â I finally spoke up. Great. My life had come full circle. I was the man without a dad, raising a son without a mom. And now he was asking himself the same questions I used to ask myself. I crouched down to be eye level with him. âYou know why you donât have a grandpa?â
âBecause⊠I dunnoâŠâ
âBecause I donât have a dad.â
âWhere is your dad?â
âI dunno. But what I do know is that Iâm not broken. And neither are you.â
âAre they in Heaven orâŠ?â he asked, struggling with the concept of someone just abandoning him like it was nothing. Death made sense. But just straight up leaving your kid? Hell, even I still couldnât wrap my head around it.
âNo. I wish that were the case, but, no. They just left.â
âSo, they didnât want usâŠ? Why?â
âI dunno, bud. But, I know that I want you. And I know that all your aunties, uncles, and grandma want you. We love you, Seb, and youâre always gonna have us. Promise.â
He nodded, seeming to accept that our love would be enough for him. Then, âHey, Dad?â
âYeah, bud?â
âCan Miss Y/L/N come with us to get ice cream?â
âOh, you think youâre getting ice cream after this stunt? Keep dreamin, pal!â
âBut, you promised if I got on A on my test weâd get ice cream. Show him, Miss! Show him my test!â
She laughed and nodded. âSebastian did get an A on his fractions test. Perfect score in fact.â
âSee? Pay up, Daddy-o!â Seb laughed at me.
âWho taught you to call me âDaddy-oâ, Seb?â I asked, giggling.
âUncle Lu!â
I laughed again. Of course it was. âAlright. But only 1 scoop.â
âYeah, yeah,â he said skipping off.
âSo, would it be too forward if I asked you to ice cream? I mean, the kid⊠heâs been through a lot today. You donât wanna break his heart, do ya?â
She laughed. âYou rely on him to get all your dates?â
âOnly the ones that are worth it. Youâre great with him. He really likes having you as a teacher.â
âI really like having him as a student. I hear his dadâs pretty cute, too.â
âCute dad, huh? Did you hear heâs single?â
âOh, wow. Did you hear his teacherâs single too, and happens to love ice cream?â
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Sweet Pea//Replaced
Request: Hi! Can you write something with sweet pea where him and reader were best friends since they were little (like there hasnt been a day they didnt see eachother since they were kids) but then he gets a girlfriend who's really mean to reader and reader tries to tell sweet pea but he doesnt believe her and reader is replaced by the new girlfriend (both with sweet pea and their friends)? thank you!!!
âIâve been looking for you three everywhere!â You smiled as you approached your group of friends. Sweet Pea continued to text, and Toni and Fangs continued their conversation. Your smile faltered slightly before you remembered why you had been looking for them. âHellooo. Am I ghost?â You asked jokingly and they glanced at you.
âWhat? Yeah. Whatever you wanna do Y/n.â Sweet Pea replied nonchalantly and you rolled your eyes. He had been like this ever since he got with Zoe, a new serpent who used to live in Greendale. She moved to Riverdale a few months ago and ever since it was like you didnât exist to any of them. At first it was just Sweet Pea, which hurt like hell. You had been friends since you were 2 and there literally wasnât a day that you hadnât been together until she came along and all he wanted to do was hang out with her. Which you understood to an extent, they were dating so you were obviously going to see each other less but it had been a solid month and half, if not more since you had hung out with him properly. You would see each other in school but even then she would always be around and intimidate you when Sweet Pea wasnât paying attention. You had tried to tell Sweet Pea on multiple occasions that she wasnât a nice person but he just argued with you so eventually you gave up trying to help. Then Fangs and Toni started to ignore you, and then all four of them would hang out without you and by that point you had started to give up. Not that they noticed.
However, when you found out your parents were going away for the weekend, you were ecstatic. You were going to invite them to stay the weekend and everything would be like it was before she turned up.
âI have exciting news!â You sat down beside Sweet Pea, but they continued to ignore you. âAm I invisble or are you doing this on purpose?â You snapped and they looked at you confused.
âSorry. I was..â Sweet Pea started.
âTexting Zoe. Yes, I know. And you two were talking about something funny she did at the weekend when you said you were doing homework but instead you were hanging out with her. I get it, but can we focus on me for a minute? Or are you forgetting that Iâm your friend too?â You asked angrily and they shrugged.
âSure.â
âMy parents are going to Florida at the weekend so I have a free house! I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over, we can hang out, watch movies, eat popcorn, and you can stay as well. So. What do you say?â You asked with a bright smile.
âI. Err. Sorry, I canât. I promised Zoe we would hang out this weekend.â Sweet Pea said apologetically.
âYouâve hung out with her every single weekend since you met. Can you not spare this one?â You asked and he shook his head.
âIâm helping her with a project.â He replied and you nodded your head slowly.
âFine. What about you two? We can still have fun.â
âSorry. We have a project due too.â Fangs replied, and Toni nodded quickly.
âOh. Okay. Thats fine. What about afterwards? I canât imagine the project is going to take all weeke-â
âWhat project?â Zoe asked and you rolled your eyes. She made her way over to your table and stood in between you and Sweet Pea, signaling for you to move over. You sighed before moving and she sat down, not so accidentally hitting you with her bag. âI hope youâre not cancelling our camping trip this weekend?â Zoe asked with an evil smile, causing your friendsâ eyes to widen.
âYouâre going camping?â You asked sadly. âOf course you are.â You stood up. âI think Iâm gonna go. Have fun at the weekend.â You sighed and started to walk away, quickly wiping the tears from your eyes.
âY/n!â Zoe called after you and you rolled your eyes before turning around to face her.
âYeah?â
âDo you hear that?â She asked and you looked at her annoyed. âThat was the sound of your friendship with each of them shattering. Youâre welcome. Now, have fun at the weekend with all your friends. Oh wait. Thats right. You donât have any. Bye.â She smiled sweetly before walking away. You turned the other way and ran into an empty classroom. Well what you thought was empty.
âAre you okay?â A boy with glasses asked. You jumped at the noise and your head snapped up to see a group of people sat around a table.
âWhat? Yeah. Iâm fine.â You wiped your eyes.
âYou donât look it.â A blonde girl replied and held a tissue out to you. âDonât worry, its clean.â She smiled and you took it from her, wiping your nose. âIâm Emma.â She introduced herself and you smiled slightly. âY/n.â You replied.
âIâm Alex!â The boy shouted.
âHi.â You waved. âSorry for interrupting.â You apologized. âIâll leave you guys.â You looked at the rest of the group.
âStay if you want. We donât mind and you look sad.â Alex offered and pointed to the seat beside him.
âI donât want to be a burden.â
âYouâre not. Come on.â Emma grabbed your arm lightly and pulled you towards the table.
âWhat is this?â You asked as you sat in between Emma and Alex.
âWeâre just a group of friends. We sit in here at lunch because its quieter and less intimidating than the lunch hall.â Another boy said. âIâm James by the way.â
âOh. So you hang out here every single day with each other no matter what?â You asked and they nodded.
âYeah. The majority of us have been friends since we were kids.â Emma replied and you started to cry again. âAre you okay?â She asked and you shook your head. She wrapped an arm around you and you cried harder.
âIâve been ditched by my friends for some girl that theyâve known for 4 months. My oldest friend is dating her and she is horrible to me but heâs too blind to notice so now I have know friends and Iâm alone.â
âYou can hang out with us if you want?â A girl said.
âYeah. Weâll be your friends, youâre not alone.â Alex patted your shoulder and you nodded.
âOkay.â You smiled sadly.
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It had been about 5 months since you had met your recent group of friends and you finally felt happy again. You hung out with at least one of them every single day and you were staring to forget what Zoe had done to you. You still got sad whenever you thought of Sweet Pea, Toni and Fangs but you would soon feel better when one of your new friends would say something stupid, causing everyone to laugh. This was the happiest you had been in a while.
What you didnât know though, was that Sweet Pea was miserable. After the camping weekend he had started to notice Zoe be mean to people, which got him thinking about all the things you had told him, which he ignored.
A few more months had gone and now Sweet Pea was stood in front of your door about to apologize. He didnât know what he was going to say but he knew he needed you to forgive him. He had been an idiot, they all had, and he only realized that once him and Zoe broke up after he caught her cheating on him.
âHold on Alex!â You called out and he looked confused.
âWho the hell is Alex?â He mumbled to himself before the front door swung open. You were smiling brightly until you saw him and instantly your smile fell, which hurt Sweet Pea more than he cared to admit. He was supposed to be the person making you smile, not making it disappear.
âCan I help you Sweet Pea?â You asked politely.
âUh. I came by to see you.â He mumbled.
âWill this take long? Iâm kinda meeting some people in twenty minutes.â You asked and he shook his head.
âLet me guess. Alex?â He asked.
âYep. So whats up. Why are you here after not talking to me for 5 months, and before that barely talking to me.â You sighed.
âI wanted to say Iâm sorry.â He replied and you looked at him confused. âFor everything. Iâm sorry I didnât believe you and Iâm sorry I ignored you. So are Toni and Fangs, theyâre currently thinking of ways to make it up to you which is why theyâre not here.â He explained.
âI donât wanna hear it Sweet Pea. You are god knows how many months late. You should have believed me when I first told you about Zoe instead of waiting until you broke up and have nothing better to do. Now, if you donât mind, I have real friends to be hanging out with. Friends who wonât abandon and ignore me.â
âWe are real friends.â He argued.
âNo, weâre not Sweet Pea. Real friends wouldnât believe their girlfriend over their friends. They wouldnât let their girlfriend bully the people they love. They wouldnât lie about doing a project so they could hang out with their other friends. They wouldnât do any of the shit you did. So leave me alone Sweet Pea. Youâre too late.â You sighed and pushed past him, closing the door as you left.
âY/n!â He called after you.
âWhat?â You snapped and turned around.
âI love you!â He admitted and you gasped.
âYou what?â You asked and walked towards him.
âI love you. I love you so much and I have only just realized. But I really do love you. Iâm in love with you and Iâm an idiot for not realizing.â
âSweet Pea.â You sighed and stood in front of him. âYou canât just say you love someone so they will stop being pissed at you. Thats not how this wor-â He cut you off by kissing you roughly. You were shocked at first but eventually you kissed back and he smiled against your lips. You pulled away and glared at him. âDo you believe me now?â He asked and you nodded. âI will spend the rest of our lives making this up to you if youâll let me?â
âI love you too.â You replied and he smiled brightly. âIâll see you later though.â You kissed his cheek and started to walk away again.
âWhat?â He asked and followed you.
âI promised my friends I would hang out with them and Iâm not gonna break that promise just because you admitted your undying love for me. Who do you think I am?â You asked with a smile and he laughed.
âFair enough.â He replied. âI have a free trailer this weekend.â
âYou always have a free trailer.â You raised an eyebrow.
âTrue. But I was thinking, if you wanted, me, you, Fangs and Toni could come round and watch movies, eat popcorn and do the stuff we used to.â He suggested nervously.
âYeah. Iâd like that. Iâll come round later tonight. And Iâll bring the snacks.â
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Solntse
part ii
Remus sits in Lily and Jamesâ tiny living room and tries to ignore the subtly laid out pillow and blankets set on the corner of the couch. Lily doesnât let him.
âYour apartment has flees.â
Remus sets his glass down, âThat was one bug and it was a beetle.â
Lily twists her hair over one shoulder, unrelenting, âRemus. Please.â She nods towards the pillow, âJustâIâm worried. Weâre worried.â
Remus looks away so he doesnât have to see the way James nods, they way theyâre both looking at him like heâs already a lost cause. He wishes for a moment heâd never told them what he does other than serve pizza and take the early shifts at the gas station around the block, but then heâd be all alone in it. And they were his best friends, that was why he had told them. Just in case one day all of Jamesâ fears came true and some guy murdered Remus in a hotel room. Or something.
James sighs, âMate, weâre not ganging up on you.â
âNo, I know.â Remus nods down at his mug of tea, âI know. I justâŠI donât want to be that friend you canât get rid of. Like. That would be awful.â
âRe, youâre never going to become that.â Lily puts a warm hand on his shoulder, squeezing, âThatâs not how we think about it at all. We just want to know your safe.â
James raises his mug to his mouth, âAs safe as you can beâŠâ
âJames.â Lily snips, then her face turns soft again for Remus, âWill you stay here?â
âLils, really, my apartment is fine.â He curls his feet further beneath him, âIâll finish my tea and go. Donât worry.â
He thinks back to his two night hotel escapade and shakes his head more firmly at Lily. He already feels enough like a charity case as it is. Even if he did get good money for it. Sirius had pushed an extra eighty dollars into his hand at the door and closed it before Remus could protest. He had pressed a chapped kiss to his cheek too. Remus was still mulling that over.
When he finally does make it out of the apartment he pulls his ratty coat tightly over his shoulders and ducks his head against the wind. He could probably buy a new one if Sirius called again. He did ask for two nights in a row, and it went great so, maybe. But he didnât want to be flashy about any new money. His landlord had already raised his eyebrows when Remus had handed over two months rent in advanced.
His apartment wasnât flea infested although it did give off that sort of look. He had a cheep futon bed frame, just to keep his mattress off the floor so it didnât mold, and a dresser from IKEA. His kitchen consisted of a stove and a sink. The gas was usually pretty iffy and his sink ran mostly cold, like his shower, butâŠhe had a roof and food. Itâs fine. He has James and Lily if he was really, really in trouble but he doesnât want it to come to that. Heâll never want it to come to that.
He throws his keys down on the dresser and goes to check the leak under the sink. It hasnât gotten worse but he empties out what water is in the bucket just while heâs there. He re-tapes the crack in the window and makes a note to ask his landlord about that. Again. Heâs just sitting down on his bed when his phone rings. He groans and closes his eyes when he pulls it out, hoping it isnât one of his less polite customers. He sighs in relief when he sees the name.
âFrank, hi.â Frank almost never wants sex. He likes to talk. Heâs lonely. Remus can relate. Heâs the son of two wealth-soaked parents who donât pay him a lick of attention. Remus can half relate. âHow are you, mate?â
âOh. Hi, Remus. Wasnât sure Iâd get you, um. Iâm fine. Iâum. Was wonderingâŠâ He trails off.
âSure, when were you thinking? Iâve got something Tuesday and Sunday and you know when I work, soâŠâ
âActually, I was thinking now?â His voice is up an entire octave with nerves, âI justâŠFamily problems right now. Was hoping to just talk a bit.â
Remus runs a hand over his face but tries not to pause too long. He doesnât want Frank to think he doesnât want to, âSounds great! Should I meet you at theââ
âI couldnât get the usual room. Itâs 207 tonight. Same hotel though, the Pierre.â
Remus nods, tries to keep a smile in his voice, âGreat. See you soon.â
Heâs barely hung up when another name flashes up at him. Heâs almost embarrassed by how fast he answers, âSirius. Hi.â That didnât come out anywhere close to how he wanted it to.
âRemus! Life is good?â
Remus laughs lightly, still caught off guard but warmed by Siriusâ simple honesty, âUh, yeah, life is good. How are you?â
âGood. Busy. Always busy, you know? Iâm at airport now, going to be in town on Wednesday. You want see together? Or, ah, not together.â
âEach other.â Remus supplies.
âYes, perfect. You always know. What you think, Remus?â
Remus half wishes Sirius would stop saying his name like that and half wishes heâll never stop saying his name like that, âYeah, that works for me. What time were you thinking?â
âSeven? I get us dinner in room, so donât eat. Iâm, ahâŠâ Sirius lets out a soft laugh and Remus presses the speaker closer to his ear, âIâm think about you a lot.â
Remus swallows over a suddenly dry throat, âYeah?â
âHm.â Thereâs a loud speaker in the background and Sirius says something low in Russian, âFlight calling me. Wednesday okay, yes?â
âYes. Have a good flight.â
âYou too. Orââ They both laugh, âOkay, Iâm go now. Bye, Remus.â
The line goes dead and Remus lets the phone fall to the bed. He breathes in deeply and looks down. Heâs half hard in his pants now and he really doesnât know why. Heâs suppose to be on his way to Frankâs, he tips well, he honestly needs Remus a little bit andâŠfuck. He splashes some freezing water on his face from the sink and yanks his door shut as he leaves.
Frankâs is fine. The hotel room is nice and Remus ends up sucking him offâtwice. He doesnât get hard either time but Frank seems either completely fine with that or he doesnât notice. What does get him going is the ping he gets on his phone while heâs walking home from the tube. Itâs a picture. Of Sirius. A selfie. Heâs grinning in front of a beautiful sunset outside a plane window. Thereâs no message except a few sideways parentheses that Remus takes as smiles. Looking at the grin triggers thinking about Siriusâ large, warm hands on his hips and back. That leads to thinking about the way Sirius had carefully pushed his fingers inside of Remus, then the hot slide of his cock to replace them, his weight covering Remusâ backâ
By the time Remus is walking up the stairs to his apartment again heâs more or less waddling around his tented trousers. By the time heâs throwing his keys on his dresser all he can do is lean back against his door and shove his hand into his boxers. Theyâre already damp with pre-come so whatâs the point anyway? He smears his thumb over his head and squeezes the base, letting out a breath. Itâs not as good as Sirius and his fucking huge palms. Now that heâs got a hand wrapped around himself he can really feel the difference. He pushes his pants down around his knees so he can get two hands around himself instead, twisting around the head and keeping a tight grip around the shaft. It barely takes a dozen pulls before heâs shooting into his fist with a harsh sound, Siriusâ name almost on his lips. Almost. He makes the mistake of thinking about the way Sirius had trailed his fingertips over his sensitive cock after heâd made Remus come in his mouth, keeping the pleasurable nerves alight, and takes a cold shower so he doesnât have to go again. The shower only makes him think about how, next time, maybe Sirius wonât come untouched. Maybe Remus will get to return the favor. He doesnât even know how much of Sirius he could fit in his mouth but fuck if he doesnât want to try. He groans and wraps a hand around himself again. Heâs too sensitive but he doesnât care. He works himself fast and hard until his cock is a flushed red and he comes weakly against the shower wall, panting into the cool spray.
He looks at his phone as he towels off his hair. Itâs Saturday, and itâs going to be a long couple days.
~
Thereâs a different woman at the front desk this time and Remus is glad. Not that he thinks the other one would remember him but, still. He stares at the twelve on the door for a moment, trying to calm his heart rate, before he knocks.
The door doesnât open immediately so he knocks again, feeling more awkward by the second.
This time thereâs a muffled shout and a few seconds later the door is yanked open by Siriusâdripping wet and a towel hastily wrapped around his waist.
âSorry!â He gasps, âSorry, flight late, felt kind of like planeâplane all over me? Thought I be fast, sorry.â
âOkay.â Remus meant to say itâs okay but, well, Siriusâ towel is slipping sort of low.
âCome in, come in, Iâm be ready in minute.â
Ready for what? Remus wants to ask.
He goes to sit on one of the couches and strokes his hands over a soft pillows while Sirius pads back to the shower, dropping his towel without closing the door. For a second, Remus debates on whether he can consider that as an invitation or not. He stands up twice and sits back down before the water shuts off and he sits again. Sirius emerges a second later, grabbing the towel from the floor to wrap around his waist and another for his hair. He rubs at his hair until the waves fluff around his ears and into his eyes. He smiles over at Remus somewhat guiltily.
âSorry again. You want look at menu?â Sirius flips open a sleek looking suitcase and starts rifling through it, âStarving. Airplane food most bad, you know?â
Remus doesnât but heâs not about to start that conversation. Instead he reaches for the leather-bound hotel book, âWhere did you come from?â
âSydney, ahâŠHard for me to say.â
âAustralia.â
Sirius laughs and pulls a loose fitting pair of sweatpants onâbare, âYes, right.â A white long sleeve shirt follows andâto Remusâ surprised delightâa black snapback. It sits snugly on his damp hair, pushing the front part back out of his eyes while the rest wings out above his ears. Remus can see the shape of his ring necklace through his shirt. He swallows. Sirius looks good.
He pulls some warm looking socks on and Remus glances briefly at the hole in the heel on his own left foot. The couch bounces a little as Sirius settles next to him, leaning in close to look at the menu, âGood food? What you like?â
Remus tries to read the menu, he really does, but Siriusâ arm is thrown over the back of the couch and his fingertips are brushing over where he sweater gives way to skin. He holds the menu out to Sirius, âYou decide. Iâll eat anything.â
Sirius gives him a teasingly disapproving look but takes the menu and reaches towards the side table for the phone. He orders too much. A steak, fries, a plate of brisket ravioli, a cheese board, a salad, calamari, and two slices of chocolate cake. Remus doesnât know where theyâre going to put it all, but he hopes maybe he can take some of it home.
âWe do tea later,â Sirius reaches out and fans one of Remusâ curls between his fingers. âAfter.â He amends, âThey say thirty minutes.â Then his fingers are lightly brushing Remusâ hip, just beneath his sweater, âWe stay busy while wait. Is okay?â
âYeah.â Remus breathes, because what Sirius doesnât know is that he got off to the mere memories of what they did last time every night leading up to now. Sometimes twice. Of course itâs okay. Heâs never had a job this fucking okay, and heâll damn sure make the most of it until Sirius moves on. They always do. Remus usually feels more grateful when they do, but he has a feeling Sirius will be different.
Sirius flashes him a grin and tugs him right into his lap. His lips are warm and chapped against Remusâ, but the rough texture is nice. Remus feels like it keeps him there, in Siriusâ arms. He runs his tongue across Siriusâ bottom lip just to feel it and is rewarded with a soft sound and a palm to the small of his back. Sirius, who seems to be able to take Remus aback in almost everything he does, is holding Remus close, chest to chest. Not by the hips, not by the shoulders. Remus has never had any problems with abuse and heâs lucky in that way but Sirius, Sirius isnât holding him like heâs there for sex at all. Heâs cradling Remus in his lap, hands running lazily up and down his back. Heâs licking into his mouth like they have all the time in the world, like theyâve been kissing forever and theyâll do it tomorrow, and tomorrow.
Remusâ palms cup his jaw and he runs his fingers along the edge of the snapback.
âYou want off?â Siriusâ voice sounds like heâs just woken up.
Remus shakes his head and his eyes slip closed as Siriusâ mouth moves to his jaw, âNo.â
Siriusâ warm breath against his neck as he laughs softly almost feels better than the wet kisses heâs leaving there. Almost.
They stay like that until the knock on the door makes Remus blink his eyes open blearily, suddenly aware of how warm he is.
Sirius shifts him to the side gently, kneeling on the couch for one last peck, âIâm get food, relax here.â
Remus blinks at him, licks his kiss-swollen lips, and honestly just wants to ask Sirius why he is like this. He rests his head back on the couch and listens to Siriusâ bright voice chatting away to the bell boy who brought their food. Heâs thanking him, telling him how good it all looks, and Remus thinks maybe heâs just this nice to everyone he meets. He isnât sure what to do with that.
âHey,â Sirius head pokes back through the door, cart trailing him, âFood.â
Remus isnât going to say no to that.
The spread of food looks even bigger when laid out and Remus canât help but laugh as Sirus sits down next to him again, âSirius, this isâŠa lot.â
Sirius shrugs one shoulder, âWe donât finish, you take home.â
Remus isnât going to say no to that, either. He has a brief moment of wondering whether ordering this much was purposeful on Siriusâ part, but pushes it aside. Thatâs ridiculous. Sirius doesnât even know him, much less anything about his financial situation. Well. He might know a little given who they are to each other.
Remus spends most of the meal listening to Sirius try to explain some funny story that happened on his trip, and anticipating the occasional moments of being fed bits of steak and such by Sirius, who barely breaks in talking despite how it takes Remusâ breath for a moment.
âI spend lot of time in hotel, you know?â Siriusâ voice breaks into Remusâ thoughts, mid story. He wished heâd been listening fully to know how to respond.
âI, ah, lonely?â
Sirius shrugs, but shoves a large scoop of pasta in his mouth. Remus takes that as a yes.
âHow did youâŠâ Remus searches for the right word before trying, âfind me?â
Sirius actually pinks a little at that, âAh. Friend. You know him. Recommend. Say you very sweet.â
Remus nods and respects the anonymity even if heâs dying to know who, âSweet, huh?â
Sirius smiles a little, âIâm think so, too.â
They move onto the cake and the hotel had sent up an two extra desserts, seemingly just because Sirius is Sirius.
âIâm stay here lot, they know me.â
âProbably because you order the entire menu anyway.â Remus jokes.
It makes Siriusâ entire face light up, spreading his hands, âHey, why not? Hungry after long day of flying.â He knocks his ankle against Remusâ, âGood food, best company.â
Remus rolls his eyes a little and Sirius snorts. That shouldnât be attractive, but it is.
âYou live here always?â Sirius asks through a bite of cheesecake, âLondon?â
âYeah, always.â
âBorn here?â
Remus nods, âYeah. I live a few streets over from my parentâs flat.â
âMust be so nice.â Sirius is smiling, but his eyes are down at his plate and he looks a little mournful. His fingertips not holding his fork are twisting the ring around his neck, âBe near family always.â
Remus takes a bite instead of answering. It had been nice. For a while.
âNotâŠNot nice?â Sirius says softly, âSorry, not want to bring up bad things, Remusââ
âNo. No, itâs okay. Itâs fine, I justâŠyeah, I donât really talk to my parents much these days.â
Sirius places a warm hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing on the inside slowly. But it isnât sexual. It isnât even verging on sexual. Itâs soothing and warm, and it makes Remus want to keep talking.
âNot since I came out.â He finally manages, âTo them. They werenâtâŠâ But it turns out thatâs all he can say on the matter.
âMake you feel betterâŠâ Sirius wets his lips, âParents not know. Mine, Iâm saying. Scared to tell, not good thing in Russia.â He gives Remusâ thigh a little squeeze, âI understand. Remus, itâsâitâs most brave.â
Remus blinks hard, âYeah.â He doesnât know why heâs sitting here having this semi-melt down with Sirius. Sirius definitely isnât paying for this. Heâs probably annoyed with him under all his kind words and so Remus snuffles and digs his palms into his eyes, trying to wipe the tears away and the redness thatâs probably there both. Thereâs nothing really to do to make this not an awkward transition. How do you go from tears to sex? And with a stranger? âIâm sorry.â He begins, âFuck, thisâwas not what I had planned.â
âRemus, itâs not apologyâno, okay?â Heâs suddenly pushing the food table away and tucking his legs beneath himself, sitting on his socked-heels and taking both of Remusâ hands, thumbs rubbing gently against the vulnerable insides of Remusâ wrists, âIâm not mind, really. Really.â
âIâll take this out of your pay. Honestly, Sirius, this isnât what you brought me here for, I just want you to know that I know that.â Remus canât help it though, and despite his words curls his fingers around Siriusâ, âSorry."
âPlease stop saying, Remus.â Sirius tone is firm, âPlease, youânot an apology.â Even the word âapologyâ sounds nice in Siriusâ mouth.
âIâŠmake okay? A bit?â Sirius tugs very lightly on Remusâ hands but when Remus shakes his head heâhe lets go. Which Remus canât decide how he feels about that.
âSorry.â He says again, then at Siriusâ face, he pushes a hand through his hair, âFuck, sorryâSorââ
And then Sirius is kissing him. His thumbs are stroking slowly along his cheeks and heâs sucking Remusâ bottom lip slowly into his mouth, brushing his tongue along it with the same amount of leisure. Remus sighs into it, fingers digging into his own thighs for a moment before heâs leaning forward and pressing his palms flat on Siriusâ.
âOnly if want.â Sirius says against his mouth, âRemus.â He pulls away just enough to look at Remusâ glassy eyes, âYou not want a second ago, Iâm just want no more sorry. No, ah, not need to do anything, okay?â He curls his fingers back around Remusâ ears, around the curls there, âĐșĐ°ŃĐ°ĐŒĐ”Đ»Ń, can just put movie on. Have more cake.â
Remus sniffles a little, blinking hard at Sirius, âDidâDid you just call me caramel?â He remembers the soft word from last time.
Sirius smiles, a bit, and lifts one shoulder, âItâs good, no? ItâsâŠnot sure how to sayâŠsmall names important in Russia. Mean two people are close.â
Is that really what we are? Remus wants to ask. He sort of wants to yell it because, as great as this is, he sees nothing but a darker end. For himself, anyway.
âOh.â Is all he says out loud and falls sideways a little on the couch into the cushions. Heâs suddenly so tired. Sirius doesnât seem to mind, though, and mirrors his position, their knees knocking together. His soft smile is still aimed right at Remus. âWhatâs yours then?â
Siriusâ smile grows, âMama give to me when little.â He raises his eyebrows, âLittle bit funny, not laugh.â
Remus feels a smile of his own start up and he uses his sleeve to wipe his nose, sitting up a little more, âI wonât laugh.â
âSivushka.â It rolls nicely off of Siriusâ tongue, and his cheeks pink a little but he looks pleased, âSort ofâŠfor family? Friends. Not so much lover, tooâŠsmall?â
âCasual?â Remus offers, âLike, it means a different feeling.â
Siriusâ smile is soft, âSo good with english. So helpful.â
âSivushka.â Remus tries it out, but it doesnât sound half as good. Then, he canât help it, heart in his throat when he asks, âWhatâsâŠwhatâs more than friends? Like, notâjust, Iâm curious what that would be.â
âLover? Sirusya, maybe.â Then he smiles, eyes crinkling warmly, âYou like? You call me?â
âSurely someone already calls you that.â Remus tries to keep his voice light. I mean, look at you. He wants to add.
Sirius sits up at that a little, eyes going hard, handâthat had been rubbing idly against Remusâ kneeâgoing still, âNo. No one call me.â
Remus swallows, âIâI didnât meanââ
âIâm notâĐžĐ·ĐŒĐ”ĐœŃÌŃŃ.â He huffs in frustration, âĐžĐ·ĐŒĐ”ĐœŃÌŃŃâIâm not know, not know, okay?â
Remusâs chest goes cold, âOkay. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to imply anything.â
âNot be here if withâsomeone else.â Sirius shakes his head, âNot like that, Remus. Iâm not.â The phrase is followed by a disgruntled spell of Russian that Remus does his best to follow through tone alone.
âI know.â Remus finally says, âI know you arenât.â Because heâs only met Sirius twice but he can honestly say he does know this about him, âIâm sorry.â
âNot apology, ĐșĐ°ŃĐ°ĐŒĐ”Đ»Ń.â Sirius rubs his hands over his face, âToo much action, sorry.â
Remus looks on in confusion, âWhat?â
âMe, me,â Sirius gestures aggressively towards himself, âMe. Too much action. Not right.â
Overreaction, Remus thinks and nods, âNo, I understand.â
âIâm knowâŠwhat guys you probably see doingâŠthis.â Sirius doesnât look at him as he acknowledges exactly why Remus is there for what feels like the first time other than money exchanges, âNot wrong for you to think. But no.â
âSirius, itâs okay.â But that feels wrong somehow and so he says instead, âI mean, weâve done this three times.â
Sirius is quiet for a long moment this time. âItâs true.â Then, after running his fingers over his necklace a few times, âYou have other small name?â
The topic change pings a little, âUm. Not anything big. Re, mostly, if anything.â
âRe.â It sounds like a lovely mess of vowel in Siriusâ mouth, âThatâs all?â
Remus nods, âNothing like Russia, huh?â
Sirius runs a hand over his face one more time but when he moves it thereâs a trace of his usual smile, âIâm find you one, not worry.â Then, eyes down and voice quiet but questioning, âYou haveâŠsmall nameâŠfor lover?â
Remus swallows. His throat is so dry all of a sudden so he just shakes his head, then realizes Sirius isnât looking at him so he croaks out, âNo.â
Sirius nods back, âOh.â Then he grabs the remote and pushes it into Remusâ hand, âFind something. Iâm call for tea and get money before forget. Be back.â
It seems like the end of the conversation, but the conversation doesnât feel over. Remus choses a movie, but he couldnât say what it was about. When its over Sirius has to tuck the money into Remusâ back pocket himself. He presses another kiss to Remusâ cheek. Then Remus doesnât hear from him for two weeks.
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