#egg on toast?? idk never seen it

[muzaktomyears]

Two of Us play notes/thoughts/Easter eggs I noticed

they played solo Beatles tracks as waiting music before the play began so I sat there listening to ‘Monkberry Moon Delight’ with a theatreful of people which was great 

before Paul turns up John is baking(/burning) bread

John is wearing underwear under his dressing gown which obvs had to be but also my suspension of disbelief was CHALLENGED

when Paul rings up to be let in John does a little rhyme to make him prove he is who he says he is. this is not the exact wording but it went something like: "Five little boys in Hamburg did play/All through the night and all through the day/Ingrid the stripper would do anything/But who got the clap? Was it sexy Stu Sutcliffe - or the lead singer in Wings?" and then Paul has to admit it was him who got the clap

when Paul takes his shoes off he also takes his socks off - idk if this is an intentional barefoot Paul thing but it is hilarious later when they're fighting and Paul is about to leave and angrily putting his socks back on

John and Paul have Get Back era hair/beards, which is weird - presumably because they assume people going to see this will also have seen Get Back but might not know their 1976 looks as well?? idk

some of the dialogue and references have been made a bit more British - the skit they do at the piano is now set in a British greasy spoon instead (still with the American accents)

instead of fighting "like the Hatfields and McCoys" they're now fighting like "the Montagues and the Capulets" (👀)

'Sh-Boom' is played on the record player while they smoke weed (Paul uses the album cover to roll the joint)

George and Ringo both get more of a mention! Paul says that George is happy now (John replies that he's not happy, he's reincarnated). John tells Paul a story Ringo told him about going on a bus in NYC and being recognised.

"I'm the best fuck you ever had" is said by John during the fight (Paul replies "If that's your way of saying you were the real brains behind the Beatles-" etc. etc.)

"You should have married me when you had the chance" is said by John during the Yoko/losing my friend bit

"It's only me" as John's way to get Paul not to leave after the fight

when John goes out to get disguises for them Paul sits at the piano and starts playing some notes he finds there (he'd asked about them earlier and John had said they're nothing). we get a few notes of 'Now and Then' before John returns (ghjshgkhgkdshgksd who did this I HATE YOU)

the appearance of the I Love Paul badge!! John wears it on his disguise jacket and Paul asks what it says. John tells him and then Paul replies "Lucky Paul".......

they never go outside in this version - John says he'll go but then thinks better of it. this means that John comes across as even more locked away than he does in the film.

the police bit is sort of done when Paul puts on a leather hat from the disguises and pretends to be a policeman come to question John, who John then talks back at. he also yells out of the window at some police below at one point.

Paul realises they're never actually going to Luigi's, so John lays the table for him as if they're at a restaurant together (including calling him "Lady McCartney" and "my love")

the bit with the fan is sort of recreated but instead it's John asking Paul whether he truly thinks Wings at the Speed of Sound is the number 1 record in America (which obvs changes it quite a lot)

Julian is brought up - they're toasting to various people/things (ending with "Dr. Winston O'Boogie and Paul Ramon") and Paul says "to Julian" and sort of confronts John about him and how he treated him

during the toasting Paul also mentions "putting hair on a seagull's chest" which John questions and then Paul says it's something his dad used to say

I thought the lift scene/roof scene wouldn't be happening... BUT THEN a lift descended from the ceiling ❤️ the magic of theatre

the kiss still happens and idk but I thought the vibe was a bit different from the film version - less jokey (and no lines after about brushing his teeth/is my name Brian)

Paul: I bought into it that you and me didn't get along well (paraphrasing the Stephen Colbert interview)

they hug at the end of the roof conversation (I was sat very close to this since the actors come in front of the stage to do it and they were both crying and it WAS ALL TOO MUCH 😭😭)

John gets them two guitars to practice with before they go out and they sit opposite each other in chairs and Paul says “I know which one to begin with” and John says “What?” and they lean forward and then the phone rings

when Paul leaves John he’s crying and it’s like okay rip out my heart I guess

the play ends with Paul on the phone to Linda and John on the phone to Yoko, at opposite sides of the stage, and they say “I love you” to their wives but also to each other and it’s ridiculous????

yeah then ‘Give Peace a Chance’ plays which is such a bizarre choice idek

anyway who knows if it's a good play or what the actual people there thought about it because obvs I can have no rational reaction to it but I'm so glad I went to see it because someone on the writing team is one of us I SEE YOU

[the-s1lly-corner]

Pocky game w/ various HH characters part 2/3

Idk if it's because I'm kind of.. bluugh.. but I'm craving eggs on toast rn but I cant tell if its because I actually want it or because my body is aware it's a comfort/easy/struggle food idk how body/mental stuff works

Characters: lucifer, adam, lute, emily, velvette, rosie

Notes: reader is gn, bonus hcs of what flavors i think the characters would like except the admin has one tried the og and C&C

CWs: none

LUCIFER

knows about the game vaguely, has never played it but hes very open to it if you offer and the two of you are already an item

though he will reject you if you two arent, even if hes already crushing on you. he DOES want to do it but i do think hes a little wary about anything like that that can lead to anything romantic or otherwise due to him still eating up his feelings over lilith

total sweet tooth just like his daughter, can see him being an almond crunch enjoyer!

when he does agree he does his best to make sure you get just as much of the pocky as him, very careful when kissing you because hes hyperaware of his teeth and the sound of them crunching and totally breaking the pocky has him a little on edge

but asides from that he has a lot of fun with it! too... "shy"(?) to ask to do it again, though

shy is likely not the right word... he wants to do it again but he doesnt want to make you feel obligated and hes still a little weird about asking for affection from you due to other feelings

ADAM

does not know the game but hes on board if you offer it up and explain what it is

not very picky about flavors but i can see him enjoying the original a lot more over the others!

total tease through the whole thing, will try to fully lean into a kiss if you let him

like other characters will probably just give you a short light hearted peck, but adam is very likely to give you something a little more if you let him

god forbid if you get some chocolate or crumbs on your face because he WILL do something

loves it if you get all red and flustered

LUTE

she doesnt really like sweets, but she is open to trying it with you if the two of you are already dating. very unlikely for her to agree if you two arent

does NOT know what to expect so you might have to explain what the game is so she knows what shes agreeing to

very competitive, tears through her half and probably dives into your half before you can realize whats going on

kind of crashes into your mouth a bit because shes so into it, doesnt mean to be so rough with you

pulls away very fast when she realizes what she just did, do not tease her about it because she will think youre genuinely criticizing her

can see her being a cookies n creme enjoyer if she were to ever crave the treat

EMILY

knows what the game is and loooooooves it! she thinks its sweet! pun intended!

agrees instantly if you offer it up, but shes likely to ask to play the game with you if she ever gets her hands on a box of pocky!

very giddy, keeps accidentally breaking the stick because shes just so into it, you guys have to keep starting over

quick little peck at the and and she feels so proud of herself for getting a little kiss from you- dont expect much else, though, the second the kiss happens shes pulling back and letting her energy out.. shes more controlled if you two are well into your relationship

cookies n creme enjoyer but i can see her liking matcha!

VELVETTE

hands down she is a crunchy strawberry enjoyer im sorry i dont make the rules. i think she might the cookies n creme flavor as well!

knows exactly what the game is, she spends a lot of time on the internet monitoring trends that shes seen it

not at all shy about it either, she knows what shes getting into and shes not going to let herself look like some flustered wreck- doesnt matter if you two are dating yet or not, shes going to stride in with pride

will tease you if you get embarrassed, bonus if youre the one who even suggested the game- she does this even if youre dating. actually shes more likely to do it if youre dating

similar to vaggie in the previous part, shes not going to go too fast so she doesnt look too eager... actually i can see her take her time just to toy with you

ROSIE

she may be a cannibal but i can see her having a bit of a sweet tooth! she just doesnt indulge in... actual proper sweets all that much!

not aware of the game but is open after you explain it to her, shes not easy to fluster so shes going to be very composed and collected during the game

if youre the opposite though, its going to encourage her to take the lead

quick and polite kiss, makes sure not to let her teeth cut you up... theres a time and a place for that but this is not the time OR place!

lets you have the rest of the box if you'd like, though she doesnt deny any extra pieces you give to her

teases you for getting so flustered over a game you suggested, but she doesnt mean any harm behind it

strawberry enjoyer but i can see her liking the matcha and the almond crunch

[jsbluu]

left on seen | chapter 21: a long overdue apology

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➨ chapter 21.. i cooked on this one idk about you guys but i think this might be the best chapter (so far) anyway i can’t believe it’s already december!! hope you guys are ready for that christmas chapter..

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the next morning, you woke up bright and early (aka 2 hours before you usually did) and immediately went to the kitchen armed with eggs, bread, and a whole lot of guilt. you had never been much of a baker, but how hard could making french toast be?

the first batch of bread burnt almost instantly, the pan smoking like a chimney and ended with you frantically waving a towel in front of the smoke detector in hopes it didn’t go off. 

the second batch falls apart in the egg mixture, leaving you with a nasty looking mix that looked more like oatmeal then whatever the hell you were trying to make. you throw it in the trash and put your head down on the table, mumbling random things to yourself in frustration. “why did i think this would be a good idea?” but as you wipe your hands on your apron, you think about leehan. you think about the way he avoided you, the way you made him feel, and that gave you one last push to try to make it right between you guys. 

by the third and final attempt, you finally started to find a rhythm. low heat, don’t let the bread soak for too long, flip correctly. slowly but surely, the toast piled up beside you. they weren’t perfect, but it was gonna have to do. by the time you’re finished, the kitchen looked like a battle zone. flour was on your cheeks, cinnamon was on the floor, and there was a small splatter of batter on the ceiling which you had absolutely no idea how it even got there, but you done it. you move the toast to a different container, adding a little bit of syrup and powdered sugar in hopes to make it look a little bit more appetizing, along with a fork on the side.

class felt like a punishment. you sat on the far side of the classroom, way too far from your friends to be comfortable. you’d spotted leehan when you’d walked in, seating with his head down scrolling on his phone. he hadn’t looked up, not once. 

it’s your fault, and you know it. the guilt that you’ve carried the past few days sits heavily on your chest, weighing you down and making it physically impossible for you to be able to focus on anything else. you wished you had said something when you had the chance, told leehan you weren’t interested in seeing him again and this all could’ve been avoided.

this time, though, you’re prepared. you glance at the container in your backpack and feel your heart start to pound, you’ve rehearsed what you’re gonna say to him so many times in your head, but it never made it easier. when class ends, the students start filing out the door, including jisung and kazuha, but you stay still in your seat. leehan stands to leave, grabbing his bag before making his way down the rows of seats. before he can get too far, you rush to stop him.

“leehan” you call out.

he freezes mid step, slowly turning around to face you. his expression is unreadable, you can’t tell if he was happy you were talking to him or if he wanted to continue leaving. “..yes?”

you swallow hard and step a bit closer towards him. “can we talk for a second?”

he nods and you lead him towards a corner of the room, where it’s quieter, and you feel your nerves becoming worse and worse each step. when you finally come to a stop, you tightly grab your bag and look at him, all the guilt you had adorned the past few days coming up to the surface.

“i’m really sorry.” you start, your voice quiet and shaking. “for everything.” he crosses his arms in front of you, his expression slightly softening. “you didn’t have to—“ “no, i do.” you cut him off. “you’re allowed to be upset. i bailed on you and didn’t even tell you why. i just.. got overwhelmed, and i didn’t know how to handle it. but that’s no excuse and im just as upset with myself as you are. you didn’t deserve that.”

his brows knit together as he watches you, the tension in his shoulders loosening.

you fumble with your bag before pulling out the somehow still warm container of french toast and holding it in front of him for him to take. “i made this for you. it’s french toast. well.. an attempt i should say. i know how disappointed you were last time you had it cause you got sick, so i hope this one doesn’t give you food poisoning again..”

your words trail off as you gesture towards the container, “i thought it could be my apology towards you. and a promise to do better.” leehan slowly blinks at the container, before a small smile starts to form on his face. “you made me french toast?”

“it took forever” you admit, awkwardly shifting in your shoes. “i burned it the first time, then the 2nd one looked like.. well it doesn’t matter. but i kept going because..” you hesitate before making direct eye contact with him. “because you’re important to me and i really don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

for a second, he just stares at you. then he sighs, setting the container on a nearby desk.

“did you ditch me because you like jisung?” he asks suddenly, his voice quieter than you expected. 

“i..” you swallow hard, your face burning and you don’t know how to reply.

“that wasn’t a no” he points out, though there’s no anger in his tone; just curiosity.

you let out a shaky breath, your fingers tightly gripping the strap of your bag again. “i’ve had a crush on him for almost 2 years now.” you admit quietly. “but it’s not.. i didn’t mean to make you feel like you were second place or anything. you’re my friend and i care about you. i just..” you trail off, your voice becoming thick with frustration. “i’ve been a mess lately. even my best friend ningning is upset with me.”

leehan watches you for a long moment before grabbing the container of french toast again. he opens it, grabbing the fork you provided and takes a bite.

“you’re not good at this, are you?” he says letting out a soft laugh.

“what?” you ask, startled.

“at handling people.” he says, his tone teasing. “you overthink to the point where you make it worse for yourself. you should’ve told me from the start, i would’ve understood.”

“i know.” you mutter, full of embarrassment. this is not the first time you’ve been told that, and you know that it won’t be your last.

“but this,” he continues, pointing at the food. “this is a start. it’s actually really good.”

you blink at him in confusion, completely caught off guard, “wait.. you’re not mad?”

“i was mad.” he admits, leaning back against the desk. “but you’ve always been honest with me every other time, even when you’re not at your best. and you gave me the truth today, and that’s all i needed.”

“leehan..”

he waves you off with a small smile, the one that you loved so much. “we’re fine, y/n. just don’t burn yourself out trying to make everybody happy, okay? including jisung.”

your face flushed at the mention of jisung’s name, but there’s no hidden meaning or condescending tone in his voice, just genuine worry.

“thank you.” you murmur, relief almost instantly washing over you. he hesitates, then speaks again. “just next time, talk to me?  you don't have to figure everything out alone.”

“i will.” you promise.

he smiles at you one last time before closing the container and putting it in his bag. “you’re forgiven. but you owe me more french toast if this happens again.”

you manage to give him a weak laugh, “deal.”

his smile lingers as he looks down at the container. “thanks for this by the way, means a lot.”

you nod, too worried that whatever you’ll say after will just make it worse and it’ll be awkward again. you watch as he waves to you goodbye before leaving the classroom. you stay back, giving yourself a few seconds to recuperate your emotions before leaving. 

as you leave the classroom, your mind is already racing ahead. you may have made things better with leehan, but you’re not done yet. one person remains at the top of the list. now to talk to ningning.

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[brucewaynehater101]

SPECIAL DEATH MESSAGE:

(offers you a dainty bone china teacup full of earwax)

Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum

Someone genetically engineered the noses off of my space sheep. The whole sniffer bloodline is being executed for smelly crimes. Also appearing on toast, THE FRIED TOMLINSON SPAM EGG CHIPS AND SINGERS!

Upon their second meeting he scolded her for upsetting the Queen of the Artichokes

Insallah, the [genocidal eugenicist] reptile shall be made into air conditioning

In this brutal, breakneck first-person booter, the Anger Foot introduces the ruthless gangs of dystopian cesspit Shit City to a fury of feet and firepower.

(in heavy Hungarian accent) Great bewbies, Honeybun. My lower intestine is full of spam, egg, spam, bacon, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, and spam. My n1pples! (I am dragged offscreen by a Victorian London bobby as Vikings chant loudly)

Does he have foreskeen eyes?

Massive swarms of cicadas devouring our crops, check. Rivers and seas boiling, check. Lots of natural disasters, check. Leprosy rates spiking among Americans who have never even seen an armadillo (a plague of sores and boils), check. (That last one especially so in Florida, I guess God hates DeSantis.) Speaking of which, false prophets, check and double check.

Many used camels be upon you. GETAWAY CAMELS! GETAWAY DATES! ONLY SLIGHTLY USED! GARRYS MOD HAS MADE BRAIN IS FULL OF POOTIS!

(but earwax isn't drinkable :( Is it to look at?)

"Republicans have an uncanny taste for the inside of Donald Trump's rectum." Is that a clever way to say they kiss ass???

Space sheep! Now I'm imagining star patterned sheep 🥺 Sucks they're all being killed off, though :/ Have you seen that one detective show where this guy solves crimes cause he can smell real good? Very curious how he vs the sheep would go

Idk wtf a Tomlinson is, but spam and eggs sound gross :( At least a singer is there? For the toast 🍞🥂

Artichokes are delicious. Would the queen be offended if I ate one in front of them?

"Insallah" is a cool as fuck phrase. I hope God approved of turning a genocidal eugenicist reptile into air conditioning. Fucker deserves it. Might as well get used out of the gross reptile

First-person booter?? I'm guessing "Anger Foot" is the name of the game... Booter, like kicking someone? Which makes sense later with the fury of feet and firepower. Ig Shit City would probably be a horrible place to live (but also fun?? As long as you are strong enough against feet?)

Well... I don't like spam or eggs and baked beans are alright... You seem to very much like them plus bacon if your lower intestines are full of it. Would that be a balanced meal? It seems like a lot of protein

Whelp... Vikings are cool. Wonder what their chanting would sound like. Though cops aren't cool in comparison :/ Bobby is a funny name for 'em, though.

Lots of questions about "foreskeen eyes" Is that foreskin eyes (which... would that make them reptile eyes??) or forseen eyes (fortune telling eyes [fortune eyes is a fantastic song])

Cicadas!!! Their carcasses are scary :( We do have a ton of natural disasters occurring (I feel like that's the wrong term cause they ain't gonna end).

I didn't know much about DeSantis. All I knew is that I can't visit Flordia anymore :/ There's some wild shit online about him, though. On the related topic, makes sense why climate is revolting against him.

Hmm... Who's the false prophets this is addressing? And, what would they need to double check? Perhaps double checking the lies (since they are false)?

Used camels be upon you... Hmm... What would a not used camel be? What makes them used? Is it bad that they are used? It's maybe good that they are used as a getaway (depends on the circumstances)

Dates, on the other hand, do not make good getaways. They are tasty, though

Wait... Are the dates slightly used? Cause I'm good. I will only consume unused dates

Garrys mod??? And the only thing I'm seeing for pootis is a weird looking bird :/

[br1ghtestlight]

list of all the breakfast foods that i can remember the kids eating in different bob's burgers episodes bcuz im bored

cereal (and occasionally multiple cereals mixed together??)

waffles w/ whipped cream and syrup

pancakes shaped like hearts <3

scrambled eggs and bacon

fried egg

waffle-shaped pancakes (and maybe pancake-shaped waffles. unsure)

oatmeal (with added bacon and sugar)

toast w/ butter and jam (maybe. we've seen linda eating this on at least one occasion but idk if the kids have ever eaten toast for breakfast)

orange juice! and milk

(linda will never make them eat vegetables for breakfast)

[wheelin-after-midnight]

32.

Are both of your blood parents still in your life?

Nope.

Were you tired when you woke up this morning?

Some part of me is always tired, man. Physically, emotionally, spiritually.

Have you ever made out on a couch?

Yes.

What does your last text say?

"Awww babe. I know you would."

Someone asked you what you wanted, what would you say?

Most deeply? Death. Otherwise to be able to stay here and not have to move next year/never worry about my living situation if I could stay.

When’s the next time you’ll be drinking?

Idk. I have some drinks here but it's not something I really plan. I just have one with dinner or a couple in the evening whenever I fancy.

Captain Morgan or Smirnoff?

Smirnoff.

What are you doing on Halloween?

I don't participate, so I didn't do anything.

Have you ever been drunk at school or work?

No.

Have you lost friends in the past years?

Not in a long time. I don't really lose friends. I have two best friends that I've had forever and any others are more acquaintances or we just lost touch or whatever. Life happens. I'm very loyal and it takes me a long time to open up and form deep friendships. Once those are established, I don't do things to screw them up or lose them. I'm not a messy person. I avoid unnecessary arguments and conflict. My ride or dies and I have literally nothing to fight about. In order to have and keep good friends, you have to be a friend. I show up and nurture those relationships as much as possible in any ways that I can, and they've lasted because of our efforts.

Have you finished school yet?

Long time ago.

Do you know anyone who still doesn’t have a smartphone?

I had one until I moved in here, then I got rid of it when my contract was up. This building/area is a bit of a dead zone for cell service. I got internet and ran a home phone through it, then eventually got a tablet. Ended up saving money and can do all the same stuff. Couldn't really deal with sporadic signal in case I fall or need to get help.

Have you ever been on a cruise?

I haven't. I might go though, if I had the opportunity.

What is your favorite kind of fruit juice?

I don't really have one. I'm not much of a juice person.

Have you worn a necklace today?

I always do. Never take it off.

Have you ever had an x-ray?

Too many to count.

Do your parents smoke cigarettes?

My mum does. Dad smokes spliffs, not straight up cigarettes.

Did you leave the house today? If so, where did you go?

No.

Do you know how to whistle?

Yeah.

Have you eaten cake today?

No.

Have you ever tried Turkish coffee?

I don't think so?

Do you know anyone who was born overseas?

I used to. No one in my circle currently.

What was the last hot thing you ate for breakfast?

Toast with butter, fried egg and cheese.

Do you have to go to school or work tomorrow? No.

Have you been to the movies lately? What movie did you see anyways?

I saw the remastered Whitney concert for a new south Africa from Durban, 1994, at the end of October and I saw Wicked at the beginning of December.

Have you ever used a muscle stimulator before? Did it hurt?

No.

Have you ever owned a pet bird? What was this bird’s name?

Babe does! He's an African Grey and she got him the same year we met. I call him my stepson. 😂 His name is Ruby because he has a Ruby red tail and she thought he was a girl at first. By the time she found out he was a boy, he knew his name and was used to it, so she kept it.

Have you ever seen the really old movie, The Birds? Did it scare you?

I don't recall seeing it, no.

Have you ever done anything dangerous enough to have risked your life?

I guess destructive behaviour like cutting, drinking every day for a year after my Nan died. Otherwise it's just stuff that I've been through that's happened to me that was risky or dangerous. Really though, living in and of itself is a risk every day.

Do you ever watch MTV? What shows do you normally watch on there?

Not as much as I used to. Catfish, Teen mom, Teen mom 2, 16 and Pregnant, True Life.

Do you consider yourself egotistic? Do people call you egotistic?

Absolutely not. I don't recall ever being called that.

Do you get embarrassed when your parents talk about when you were a baby?

They don't really do this much.

Do you have any children? If so, how old are these children?

I can't have children :(

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Is that enough in your world?

I aim for twice. Depression has made me fall off at times. :/

Do you get horny a lot?

I have a fairly high libido and crave intimacy, deeply enjoy sex with someone I love and trust, but I don't think it's anything abnormal. A lot is relative.

What gives you anxiety?

Right now? Fucking leaving here and moving. I wish the whole situation was just a terrible nightmare I could wake up from.

[spitefulreturn3]

I gotta be honest I know it's my kids' birthday, but I'm feeling rattle snakey! I just made what she wanted, and I tried to just eat normally. It's a holiday, right? But I feel so disgusting. I want to give my insides a shower. I ate French toast, fruit, a chicken tendy, a croissant with a mini ommlette in it like a sandwich, .5 a piece of bacon, 1tsp ketchup, oh and then a slice of cake. It's what everyone else ate and went back for, but I know they're all skinny (legitimately 22BMI and under) and probably won't eat tomorrow or something. Secretly working out even though some groaned when I first told them I do cardio 3x a week and exclaimed how they could never tolerate that. I swear I saw all my sisters in law eating popcorn and drinking milk/juice/Starbucks. Everyone but me had the lunch of Halusky (cabbage, bacon, chicken breast, egg noodles, and a shit ton of oil) so why do I feel so fat about eating less than they did? I swear I know other people aren't magic but sometimes I think some people must be. Ya know?! I know thermodynamics and calories and energy in energy out effect US ALL with zero exceptions... but fuck what are they doing that I just don't see? One of them is like a junkarexic or SOMETHING because she lives off junk snacks, and idk. I've seen other siblings including my husband ABSOLUTELY gain weight, so I suspect it's like that yeah sure there's no way they're actually burning it all off but it's just like 100cal over here and there abd in a few years that'll be 5-10lbs but right now it looks like nothing. Hence, "your metabolism will give out on you!!" More like that extra McMuffin was always with you and just quietly accumulating, like a debt accumulating quiet interest.

Also my father in law did go back for 2nd helpings of dinner but took 2 bites of my cake before he threw it in the trash. I know I can't please everyone but, damn that hurt me. I'm kinda thinking about not baking for Christmas now. I think maybe I've gotten used to my own cooking without taking account for others tastes. There was also a lot of salt about helping me clean and I didn't ask for help and I was going to clean everything I really was u was just also sitting with my birthday girl and- God it's so exhausting to pretend I have everything together in front of her. Soon there will be no more extended family, we'll be sn isolated family of 4 again with no pressure and no "fucked no matter what you do or say" vibe 24/7. I wish I'd had nicotine right now but I'll probably just deal with withdrawal for a few days until I can replace my vuse pods.

[actuallyitsstar]

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw + 5, 12, and 24? (Ok, that's all😆)

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5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think of them?

when i first started writing time takes no prisoners i had like, VERY RECENTLY seen tgm for the first time and i didn't rly have much of a playlist to write to. it was kind of like 4 songs on loop lol. i've already talked to you about this song but by sheer force of pavlovian conditioning, it's got to be kids by the midnight. however, since that's not new information, i'll share a runner up instead that was also on that playlist of like four songs when i first started writing ttnp: everything i own by bread. the one big thing mav and bradley have in common with each other is their grief, and originally i added this song to the playlist with mav in mind, but after hearing it all the way through again i decided this was very bradley coded.

it does really make me think of bradley about mav during the fight, like, a lot (nobody else could ever know / the part of me that can't let go. and also is there someone you know you're loving them so / but taking them all for granted? you may lose them one day / something takes them away / and they don't hear the words you long to say).

there's also something to be said about goose and the inescapable trauma of having a dead father that everyone else seemed to have a bigger piece of than you, and the way goose's memory was taught to bradley through the people he still had (mom, mav, the flyboys) and their memory of goose's love for them. in a way, it means goose really did teach bradley to go all in on the ones he loves, doesn't it? he got that bradshaw over-protectiveness from his mom, and from goose, too, even if he learned it second hand. (you taught me how to love / what it's of / you never said too much / but still you showed the way / and i knew from watching you) but it also reminds me a lot of his grief over losing his mother (you sheltered me from harm / kept me warm / you gave my life to me / set me free).

and i think these (losing goose, losing carole, then losing mav) really are the three most defining events in bradley's life, and that bradley is a very all-or-nothing sort of person. if he's in your corner, he's in your corner (phoenix for example, mav later) and if he's not, you're enemies. (hangman. mav during the fight). so, i think the concept of giving everything you own for someone is very him <3 and he's been burdened with so much loss. i think he is that desperate and that lonely. he did kind of try to give everything for mav, didn't he? he was willing to die for him. he was in mav's corner all along <3

12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?

idk if this is a hot take but bradley is like...... just a little bit of a himbo. he is moving through life at his own pace and he is overthinking everything with all that anxiety, but not in a practical way. this man uses 18-in-1 toiletries exclusively and does not have a skincare routine. i don't mean like, oh, he doesn't use serums. i mean he's in the shower like 'oh the runoff from this combination shampoo-conditioner-body wash-shaving gel will get my face clean so i don't have to bother with washing that separately'. this man shakes the excess water out of his hair and is lucky enough to be blessed with his mother's curls, so it just sort of.... dries in a shape. he has never intentionally styled it. he does not understand why learning this frustrates people like phoenix and hangman immensely.

he can make eggs and toast and a grilled cheese and heat up a can of soup but that's about it, and it's not because carole didn't try to teach him- but when he was little he had too much energy to stand still and pay attention in the kitchen, and when he was older and shouldering more responsibility, she was too sick to teach him. he makes a mean box of macaroni and cheese. he would know. he's only eaten like 10,000 of them since leaving home ajdhfjfhg.

24. what character from another fandom reminds you of them?

aaaaaa this is a very tough question actually, i don't know if i really have a good answer for it. i almost skipped this one because my answer will be very imperfect, lol, but i have a very very basic option that came to mind and i'm just going to run with it and highlight their (arguably few, though notable) similarities:

this is andy travis from the very old and obscure tv show, wkrp in cincinnati.

some of the information i am about to share about him is disputable because they're a little vague about his backstory but i used to write for this fandom a lot so i Have Decided What's True lol

he's a huge perfectionist, overly cautious until he gains confidence in his abilities and relationships later in the series, and also is actually very caring and friendly. much like bradley, if he is in your corner he's in your corner and he's doing whatever he has to for you. if he's not in your corner- you're enemies.

unfortunately he's not very much in his own corner and he doesn't place much value on himself outside of his accomplishments.

he is an orphan who was raised by his aunt and uncle instead. he wanted to do something with his life that they felt was risky and didn't really want him doing, but he was determined that it was the only thing he wanted in life, and he measures his worth as an individual by practically making himself sick with the effort of succeeding.

he's also a himbo with accidentally perfect hair who doesn't understand why people think it's frustrating that he lives like this

he also canonically exercises and punishes himself in other ways instead of actually dealing with his emotions (rooster doing too many push ups on the tarmac 🤝 andy going for runs after work even tho he hates it because hes upset at himself for having no life ot successes)

idk the similarities probably stop here tbh this is the only other overly perfectionist orphan i have ever written for so my pickings were slim ok 😭😭let's not talk about it too much akjdhdjfhfhjf

[bakapandy]

All right, so I wanted to share this with you, and anyone interested. So there's a little something I've noticed about the sand sibs, which prompted a little headcanon. So you see, I'm a nerd who likes reading the wiki pages of my fave characters, and while reading theirs, I've noticed smth. Now, we know that in the timeskip between og Naruto and Shippuden the characters grow obviously, they get older, taller, and most of them gain weight. The thing with the sand sibs, is that while Gaara and Temari do gain a respectable amount in this time, Kankuro doesn't. Like, Gaara goes from 36 or 35 kg in chunin exams? To 50 in Shippuden. Which yeah, it's good to know the kid has been eating better, but Kank just went from 60 to 61 kg in 3 years. Which led me to believe Temari was behind it. Thinking about what they could've done with their father gone, in the period where they would have started bonding as sibs, I think it kinda makes sense for Tem to put Kank on a diet while making sure Gaara eats 5 meals a day. She'd do it in a "Kank your love of burgers is getting concerning and if we don't do smth about it, you'll end up like the Akimichi kid from the Leaf", kinda way. And like, Kank would dismiss her advice at first, but then start thinking about it, and "perhaps Temari is right" (ofc she always is), so he listens to her, and she takes care of both of them. And just, the image of them coming back from training hungry, and Temari putting a toast with some eggs and water in front of Kank, while preparing a whole meal for Gaara is hilarious. And I think it's true, cause in Boruto, when Tem isn't there anymore, you can see Kank has let himself go again, and has gained some chub (which all things considered, could've come as a result of alcohol consumption, as it was stated in Gaara hidden, that Kank enjoys drinking).

Wanted to bring this up, cause Kishi is consistent with how he draws everyone except Kank. He's the only sib we've ever seen shirtless, in the ep where Sakura heals him, and there he was thin with a narrow waist, but. If you've ever seen the beach ending (an ending where the characters go to the beach) we can see the sand sibs in their swimsuits (it's the one where Gaara is wearing that weird full body piece), and Kank is in the background, but we see him shirtless again, and he clearly has some chub there. Like, Kishi just choose a body type for the kid and stick with it. Anyways, thoughts?

Hmm.....idk I never really saw where this whole "kankurou is pudgey/fat" thing comes from and like it's fine, I believe in body type rep and I like seeing the designs where he does have it, but bringing up this kinda body-shamey response from the sand sibs is reading a bit too much into it I think.

And like....61kg when he's 175cm in Shippuden is like....not heavy at all...it's very average frankly if not lean (61kg is only like 135 lb at 175cm which is like 5' 9", even in part one he's 165cm which is like 5' 6" at 135 lb is still pretty average...) which is why I put very little stock into the weights in general.

My characterization of him is that he's always been on the stockier side and wears baggy clothing...which I guess is where the pudgy characterization comes from...but I mean, it's really just how clothing has weight and fall on the body when it's loose?

idk like obviously this is my style and interpretation but I'd say it's pretty close to how he's typically drawn in canon?

[imanes]

idk why US cooking bloggers are always like “2 large eggs” instead of just 2 eggs. what if i use small-ish sized eggs, brenda? what is it to you? i’ve never seen the difference between a regular sized egg and a large egg or at least i’ve never paid attention to it and before anyone gets smart i means chicken eggs not other birds also i’m from europe maybe america has different sizes for eggs anything’s possible really. but so far i’ve only ever used the regular-sized eggs from the regular store and it has changed nothing... this post was spurred by me looking up a french toast recipe and now instead i feel like investigating the “large” egg conspiracy

[antique-traveler]

ok so this has been rotting my brain for the past six hours:

imagine an AU where matt is a priest and foggy is still a lawyer. they both are located in hell’s kitchen but haven’t met yet. karen (who is religious for plotline sake) wants foggy to go to mass with her. even going as far as to try and bait him by being like “and father matthew is an absolute looker ;)” which makes foggy laugh bc he’s not religious and for some reason thinks of a super old dude when he thinks ab father matthew. anywayyysss, karen managed to get him to go and foggy gets to see EXACTLY what karen meant when she called father matthew hot. (cue the fleabag storyline essentially)

okay i haven't actually seen fleabag, so idk if this is quite what you were looking for, but flustered foggy is always so fun to write lol. also i've never been to a catholic mass so i just kinda... skipped over the actual service to avoid embarrassing myself with any inaccuracies.

1.2k, G, no warnings

"Since when do you go to church?" Foggy asked, peering over his coffee cup.

"I haven't been regularly since I still lived at home," Karen replied as she leaned over Foggy's minuscule desk, "but even us lapsed Catholics still go on Easter and Christmas."

Foggy set down his mug and leaned forward. "Karen, I was raised Protestant and I haven't stepped foot inside a church in years. I literally didn't even know it was Easter last weekend until this conversation."

"I'm not asking you to convert, Foggy, just come to one service, I swear it'll be worth your while." Foggy raised his eyebrow skeptically, and Karen crossed her arms and sighed in resignation. "I'll buy you brunch," she conceded.

"Now we're talking, Page." Foggy smiled and leaned back in his chair again. "Where should I meet you?"

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Foggy had never been inside a Catholic church before. He'd thought that all the stained glass windows and flying buttresses he saw in movies had just been made up, yet here he sat, surrounded by candles and arched ceilings and elaborate windows, not caring about any of it. The service hadn't even started yet and he was already bored. Karen sat beside him, a smug smile already beginning to form on her face as the choir finally stopped singing Ave Maria or whatever old ass song it was, and Foggy was already planning what he'd order at brunch. He'd heard the restaurant they were going to had amazing eggs benedict, and since Karen was paying he had no qualms about splurging a little bit. He'd get that, a side of sausage, toast on the fanciest bread they offered, maybe some--

Oh. Okay.

As the choir dissipated out of the main room, the priest made his way up to the pulpit, and Foggy's brain kind of... shut down. He was wearing dark, almost completely opaque red glasses and tapped a red-and-white cane in front of him as he walked. He's blind, Foggy's brain supplied, but Foggy wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. Beneath all the ornate white robes, Foggy could see that his frame was broad and well built, even if he was a little shorter than most of the guys Foggy usually went for. He had a square face with a bit of charming stubble covering the entire bottom half down to his neck. His jaw was square and he had a round nose, with incredibly pink lips beneath it.

Foggy wondered if getting rock hard in a church was a cardinal sin.

He didn't pay any attention to the actual sermon, every word that the priest spoke in that dark, rugged voice just went in one ear and out the other. Despite that, the Father still had Foggy's full, undivided attention. Before he knew it, the priest was stepping off the pulpit, the choir reassembled for another hymn, and Karen was nudging his shoulder with a knowing look on her face. Foggy just blushed and stared straight ahead.

As the congregation began to file out once the service was over, Karen grabbed his wrist and pulled him toward the front of the room. "Hey, let's stay for a second and say hi."

Foggy flushed and tried to tug his arm away from her firm grasp. She didn't let go though, and Foggy found his feet carrying him along behind her anyway. "Karen, don't-- I don't think this is a good--"

Before he could finish his sentence, Karen had already tapped the priest on the shoulder and he had turned around to face them.

"Father Matthew," she said, voice bright, "it's Karen Page, we met last week."

Father Matthew pointed his face in her general direction and he smiled. "Karen, of course. I'm glad you came back."

"Yeah, I actually brought someone with me," she said, and Foggy's heart dropped into his shoes. She pulled him a little closer and turned back toward the Father. "This is my friend, Foggy Nelson. It's actually his first time going to mass."

Father Matthew smiled brightly and extended a hand to shake. "Foggy, it's good to meet you. That's an interesting name."

Foggy blushed and took his, trying not to notice when the Father held on for a moment longer than Foggy did. "Uh, yeah, it's an old nickname from college. Apparently I snore pretty loud." Wow, Foggy thought, way to overshare. What the hell does he care if you snore?

The Father just laughed and rested his hands on his cane, eyes crinkling up behind his glasses. "Well, I hope you enjoyed your first service here."

"Yeah, totally. Really digging all the buttresses you guys have here. The- the flying buttresses, I mean. The, like, architecture of the church? I watched a documentary about the Notre Dame once and I think that's what they're called, right?" Foggy felt himself start to sweat and forced himself to shut his mouth.

Father Matthew laughed again, "No, you're right, that's what they're called." The Father hummed and tilted his head slightly. "What do you do, Foggy? Are you from around here?"

Foggy cleared his throat. He could talk about this without embarrassing himself. Hopefully. "Uh, yeah, born and raised in the Kitchen. I'm a lawyer, I work at the same firm as Karen, actually."

"Congratulations," the Father noted, eyebrows raised above the frames of his dark glasses, "I hear it's a pretty prestigious firm."

Karen perked up a little, "It is, and word on the street is they're looking to bring on Foggy as a partner in a few years." Seeing as they were in a church, Foggy felt it was appropriate to thank God for Karen's wing-manning.

"You just get more and more impressive, don't you?" Father Matthew asked, a light pink flush beginning to color his cheeks.

Foggy felt his own blush deepen and he cleared his throat again, even though he didn't really need to. "Uh, well, Karen and I actually have reservations for brunch, so we should probably, uh, head out."

Karen looked a little exasperated, but seemed to pick up on his hint. "Yeah, we should get going. It was nice to see you again."

"Yeah, really nice to meet you, Father Matthew," Foggy added.

A strange expression, half smile and half half something darker that Foggy couldn't quite place, crossed the Father's face, and he reached out to take Foggy's hand again. "Call me Matt. I hope you come back again, I'd love to hear more about your work." It was probably just his imagination, but Foggy thought he heard the Father-- Matt's-- voice deepen the slightest bit.

As Foggy took his hand again, Matt laid his other hand on top, resting his cane in the crook of his elbow. Foggy swallowed and hummed affirmatively before squeezing Matt's hand one last time and dropping his own. Matt turned away to go mingle with other congregants, and Karen led Foggy out of the church with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Neither of them said anything as they walked to brunch. Karen had the smuggest smile Foggy had ever seen spread across her face, but he couldn't really find it in himself to be annoyed.

God, he hoped this didn't mean he had to convert.

this was really fun to write, even if my knowledge of catholicism is pretty minimal lol. hope you liked it!!!

[pepper-up-potion]

Little miss spontaneous (Fred Weasley x Fem!reader)

Summary: Reader tries to be spontaneous for a day and fails miserably but her boyfriend Fred helps comfort her.

Warnings: Food and like, maybe some insecurity of not being spontaneous enough?? Idk if that makes sense but I think I should still put it in case. Also some stress but there’s comfort too.

Word count: 1778

A/n: This is my first time writing Fred Weasley and I‘m not sure I got it right?? But he just screams spontaneous to me. Like I don‘t think he‘s capable of planning anything other than pranks. So I found him quite fitting for this. Also the middle picture is not mine, credit to this person. The other two are blurry pics I took last summer holiday. Anyways, hope you like it :)

Fred groans as he is abruptly woken by a loud horn. Someone on his street is continuously honking their car horn. It’s been going on for over a minute before Fred grumpily sits up in his bed and places his chin on the bottom frame of his window.

He spots the source, a teal green convertible with cream leather seats. He groans and slides the window up to not to so kindly tell the driver to sod off. He fills his lungs in preparation to shout when the person beats him to it.

“Fred!” Shouts the driver. Fred gasps and quickly bundles up his firsts to rub at his sleepy eyes. Three floors down (y/n) is waving so vigorously, Fred fears she might lose her hand. She’s sitting in the driver's seat of the car smiling wide.

“(y/n)?” He calls back confused and slightly concerned.

“C’mon hurry up! Get dressed and let’s go!” She yells enthusiastically.

Fred gapes, unable to keep his jaw from dropping. Fred is convinced he’s dreaming this up. This is nothing like (y/n), she’s the type to whisper in libraries and spend nights planning for the days to come instead of attending parties.

“What?” Fred has a multitude of questions but that ones seems the best one to start with.

“Ughhh stop asking questions Freddie! Just do as I say.” The sudden order and dismission makes Fred knit his brows and dive deep into contemplation. He’s never seen her like this. (Y/n) is the type to plan every single part of her day even to last second. To his recollection, this was not something that they’ve planned and she would never leave him out of the loop.

“Fred? Are you coming?” Ask (y/n) slightly annoyed. Fred makes a small sleepy nod before getting out of bed with a grunt and putting on some clothes. He walks out of his apartment, rocking a very messy bedhead as he covers his yawn with a hand and carries his shoes in the other. He opens the door to the car and sits in the passenger seat. He starts lacing up his first shoe and without shooting a glance to (y/n) asks “So where are we going?”

After a long silence, he looks up. (Y/n) has her hands on the steering wheel, she’s looking forward with a look of deep thought. Fred can practically see the gears turning in her head. She turns her head to look at Fred and slowly says “Well, I don’t know actually. I hadn’t thought that far.” She dives back into her head trying to rack an idea for a destination.

Fred shrugs, “then drive.”

(Y/n) develops an even more confused look, something that Fred did not imagine possible. “Just drive.” He explains simply.

“Oh.” She stuns. “Yeah, okay, let’s do that.” She shakes her head vigorously the words giving her a little strength. This really isn’t like her, Fred thinks. She normally has a smart and definite answer to everything. But today she seems confused and dares Fred even think, distraught. She starts the car and drives towards the end of the street.

“Uh (y/n), sweetie, it’s that way. This street has no exit that way.” Fred points his thumb behind him to indicate she’s driving in the wrong direction. She harshly steps on the break and Fred silently thanks himself for putting his seatbelt on a couple seconds earlier. “Right!” She exclaims remembering the street she has visited many times over the year that she and Fred have been dating. “Sorry.” She mumbles with red cheeks as she uses a neighbour's driveway to turn around.

They drive in silence for a very long time. Fred is scanning her face as she goes through nervous, calm, and confused states. He looks at her fidgety hands that can never remain in the same place on the steering wheel for more than a couple seconds. He turns his attention to her outfit. It’s nothing like what she normally wears, the opposite of what he would expect to see her in. She never looks at Fred, she just stares at the winding road ahead, sometimes mumbling things to herself, too quiet for Fred to understand. They are driving on a picturesque highway, the mountains on the left and the ocean on the right. Neither of them knows where they are or where they are going.

Fred spots a small building to the right of the street. Next thing he knows he’s pointing to it and ordering (y/n) to pull over in the small parking lot. The sign is small but it’s a little diner that states to be open 24/7. They’re the only car in the parking lot and (y/n) stops the engine.

“Let’s eat, yeah? Have you had anything today? I’ve got a hankering for waffles drenched in syrup with just a little whip cream on top.” He uses his index and thumb to represent the small amount of whip cream he’s thinking of. His eyes are bright for the first time since he woke up. The thought of the sugary breakfast gives him energy. (Y/n) laughs for the first time that morning.

She orders a plate of a dozen eggs and four cheese toasts. Fred thinks it’s the most absurd thing she’s ever ordered given that she doesn’t like fried eggs and isn’t a quidditch player on a training diet.

When the food arrives he finally asks, mouth full, “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” He gestures to her with his fork.

She pushes at the eggs on her plate with a look of disgust. “What do you mean?” She looks at him with wide eyes.

“This isn’t you love.” He points out simply. She sighs in defeat but doesn’t say anything. Fred gives her an encouraging nod and she sits up a little.

“Well, I overheard Harry and Ron talking about how much I plan things and I’m never spontaneous and while I’m flattered they said they would want me to plan their wedding, I realized they’re right. I mean, when have I done something without planning it?”

Fred chuckles. “Well you sure proved them wrong today”

“This morning I woke up and put on an outfit I hadn’t planned the night before. I think that would have been enough maybe. But then I walked out my door and the next thing I knew I hoped in a car and drove to you.” She sighs again, evidently uncomfortable with the lack of planning.

Fred drops his fork which creates a loud noise in the otherwise quiet diner. “Do you mean to tell me you stole that car?” Fred asks in a whisper, his eyes lighting up.

“No!” She disputes. “Well, depends.” She mumbles.

“Merlin (y/n)! You stole a car?” He exclaims. Fred sounds much too excited for a stolen car.

“Would you keep your voice down?” She snaps. “It’s my friend’s uncle’s car and while I didn’t ask if I could use it I knew he wouldn’t be and one time my friend said I could borrow it.”

She suddenly goes pale. “Godric, Fred.” she says slowly as she slumps in her seat and covers her mouth with her hand. “I stole a car.” The guilt on her face makes Fred want to laugh. Of course, he understands this is the end of the world for her but he couldn't be more proud.

She hops out of the booth and gestured to Fred to do the same. “We have to go Fred. We have to put that car back!” She exclaims. Her voice is laced with panic.

Fred turns in his booth to face his horror-struck girlfriend. He grabs her hands in his and looks straight into her eyes. His eyes are soft and warm and most of all calm.

“How are you calm Fred? I’m a criminal! You’re having breakfast with a criminal!” She blurts. Fred worries she might pass out. She’s gone pale and her hands are cold as ice.

“(Y/n), sweetie, let’s finish breakfast first. We have no clue where we are or how we’re going to get back so let’s start with getting some food in our bodies okay? Then I’ll help you return the car.” He’s so calm when he speaks, it convinces (y/n) to move back to the booth. Fred makes a whiny sound and pulls her back by the wrist.

“Come sit next to me.” He scoots further into the booth to give her space. She squeezes next to him as he pulls her plate to their side of the table. He laces his hand with hers and starts eating again.

“You know I love you even if you plan everything.” He states. (Y/n)’s cheeks turn red and her face suddenly contorts into a big pout.

“Really?” She asks weakly. She turns to look at Fred who smiles softly.

“Yes.” He states simply. “We balance each other out. Haven’t you noticed how much more spontaneous you are when you’re with me? I’ve noticed how much more I plan things when I’m with you. We’re helping each other. It’s no good to be only spontaneous or only organized. Together we can become both.” He moves back to his plate as if he were just talking about the last quidditch match he saw, leaving (y/n) stunned.

“Though I must admit I love what you did today. I won’t let you forget this one.” He chuckles and plants an adoring kiss on her cheek.

(Y/n) laughs again for the second time that day. It’s much longer and fuller. Fred can practically hear the stress escaping with it. He smiles to himself, happy he could help her.

She grabs at her cheesy toast and finally starts eating. “I hadn’t thought about it that way. I knew I felt calmer with you but I never realized how good we were for each other.”

Fred nods happily. “The perfect match.” He says proudly.

They take up a light conversation as they finish eating. Once back in the car they create a plan to get back. It’s not planned out to the second but it’s good enough to get them back into town. Fred holds (y/n)’s hand as she drives back up the winding roads.

“Cute outfit by the way.” He teases, smirking at her.

She grimaces. “Maybe I’ll keep planning that part of my life.” She offers.

Fred bursts into laughs and soon they are laughing together, the wind blowing in their hair, the radio blasting. It might be one of their best memories yet.

[theyoutubedork]

Coworkers Part 3

Masterlist

Part 4

Summary: Steve and Natasha just survived a major bombing off screen (in fanfic, context? Idk) and Steve turns to Sam for help, however, he didn’t expect to see you with Sam before he could introduce the both of you , and he gets slightly jealous.

Warning! : mentions of war, PTSD, trauma, slight angst if you squint, and major flirting

A/N: I have no idea how the military works so if I get anything wrong, or if things seem unrealistic please bear with me

It had been a few weeks since you met Steve Rogers. You haven’t seen him since. Thankfully your new running buddy Sam Wilson was able to keep your mind off the super soldier, if only a little bit. You still think about that under-armor shirt at the most inconvenient of times.

You still haven’t heard a word from S.H.I.E.L.D which seemed very odd to you. You hadn’t heard from your former desk buddy, Sharon Carter. The last time you heard from her was a few months ago, talking about how her new cover for her mission, had to have very limited communication with anyone, at least that’s what she told you for someone who was probably told she couldn’t talk to you about it.

Sam had invited you over for a post-run breakfast. Offering eggs and toast in exchange for, “great conversations and solidifying your spot as my new running buddy” is what he suggested. You hadn’t known Sam for very long, but you could already tell that he isn’t leaving your life any time soon. As soon as you told him you were a former Sergeant of the Air Force, along with being an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D, he asked more questions than you ever thought a person could ask. It started with simples questions: Where did you serve? What rank? When did you join? But then it ended with a more serious one: Why would an Air Force Sergeant always be on the ground at S.H.I.E.L.D? You had a hard time answering, given that it is something you rarely share with people, but you trusted Sam with the harsh answers.

You only served one tour a few years ago, yet you quickly rose through the ranks due to your incredible proficiency at flying, and your leadership skills. However, your last mission made you question said skills. You were leading your men on a mission to try and dismantle one of the Ten Rings bases, yet everything went horribly wrong. All of the months of you planning this whole mission , going to waste because the enemy had a new ballistic missiles that no one intercepted. That left all three men on your mission dead, and all you could do was fly into safe airspace before parachuting out of your plane before it crashed into the desert sand. Not long after, you were given an honorable discharge, but it felt the least from honorable. They knew that you were permanently scarred, and that bringing you back would do more harm than good. So they sent you home, throwing you into the middle of JFK airport and saying good luck. There was nothing else they could have done. They knew you would never come back, let alone fly ever again. So you were more than content to stay on the ground at S.H.I.E.L.D, working slowly in the background before slowly learning to get comfortable going undercover again. Only this time using your guns and your wits, not a thousand-ton machine claiming to be stealthy.

You jump in your seat when Sam closes the fridge, scaring you out of your thoughts. Luckily he didn’t see your fearful expression as he opens up the bottle of orange juice in his hand.

You let out a childish groan of disgust as he drinks straight from it. He chugs it like kid who doesn’t know how to breathe drinking water.

“Hey! What if I wanted some of that?” You whine as Sam screws back on the cap letting out a defensive shrug,

“What? We’re friends. Friends share.” He chuckles, reaching out his arm to offer the juice which you quickly refuse.

“Sharing germs? No thank you. I’ll pass” you groan as he lets out a large laugh which is immediately interrupted by knocking on the glass door.

“Expecting company?” You say with a raised eyebrow, opening your water bottle.

“No, just you,” Sam murmurs suspiciously, walking somewhat guardedly towards the door, which had blinds drawn over it. Your eyes follow Sam to the door, and when he pulls up the blinds, you nearly choke on the water you’re chugging.

Steve Rogers and who you assume to be Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, are standing on Sam’s porch covered in dirt.

Sam quickly opens the door, greeting them.

“Hey man,”

“I’m sorry about this. We need a place to lay low.” Steve says with a furrowed brow.

“Everyone we know is trying to kill us,” Natasha pleads slightly, as if they couldn’t have just walked in there and took the place for themselves. Sam eyes the both of them before looking at you. You widen your eyes as if to say, ‘Are you gonna let them in or not?” Sam turns back to them.

“Not everyone,” he reassures them, stepping aside to let them in before closing the door and drawing the blinds once more. The two heroes immediately pause at the sight of you. Natasha wore a untrustworthy glance, while Steve had his mouth slightly agape. You thought it was just him being shocked at your unexpected reunion, but what was going on in Steve’s head was very different. He had to force all his strength into not letting his eyes wander down your figure, especially when your running clothes clung to your figure, leaving his imagination to run wild.

“Hi Steve,” you wave nervously. You place your feet into the small metal footrest on the barstool you were sitting in. You try to appear as nonchalant as possible when Steve glances between you and Sam with a look you can’t recognize.

“You two know eachother?” Steve questions Sam, seeming to forget whatever serious situation he was in.

“Yeah uh, we met a few weeks ago at the memorial. We’re running buddies,” Sam quickly responds with a knowing look. Natasha clears her throat,

“You got a shower I can use? I’m covered in dirt, and I’d like to not be covered in dirt,”

“Oh yeah, just follow me,” Sam stutters slightly, leading Natasha down the hallway, leaving you and Steve alone. There is this unnamed tension in the air, and you are definitely not sure what you did to cause Steve to be this standoffish. After a moment of silence, you finally spoke,

“Am I going to get a hello? Or?” You say with a slightly whimpered tone, starting to feel guilty for something that you don’t know that you did, or even if you did anything at all. Steve heard the slight lilt in your voice and his expression softened, only slightly.

“Have you heard from S.H.I.E.L.D at all?” He sighed, clenching his jaw, trying to gauge your response.

“No, why?”

“Because I am a fugitive of S.H.I.E.L.D and I wanna make sure you’re not apart of this,” he explains, taking a few steps closer to you until he’s pressing his hip into the bar counter, towering over you from where you sat. You ignored the close proximity for only a moment after registering what he said.

“Wait, what?” You exclaimed a bit louder than intended but Steve quickly shushed you.

“I’ll explain everything to you and Sam in a bit, I just need to ask you something,” he says, biting his lip in thought before bringing his eyes from the floor up to yours. You nod urging him to continue.

“I need to know if I can trust you,” he breathed, getting even closer to you. Making your breath hitch. He doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you does he? He doesn’t have the knowing smile on his lips from a few weeks ago. Steve looks genuinely worried. As if he has an actual good reason not to trust you.

“Of course you can Steve, don’t worry about that,” you try to reassure him, placing an arm on his shoulder which he at first tenses, but soon relaxes. He tries his best not to lean into your touch but he can’t help it, letting his head fall forward for just a moment, letting out a relieved sigh. Just by the look of your face, he somehow knew that you wouldn’t betray him like so many others had at this point. At least he hopes so.

“Good because I cannot let you tell S.H.I.E.L.D that I’m here, or they will kill me.” He says with a somber look, a look full of inner turmoil you have yet to see from Steve.

“You certainly ask a lot out the people you trust, Captain,” you tease, earning a small chuckle from the tired super soldier.

“Just kidding, now go wash up before you tell me why I have to break laws for you, you smell like ash.” You laugh, wrinkling up your nose in faux disgust. Steve steps back only a few feet, and you already regret asking him to leave.

“Don’t worry, there’s a good reason, and after maybe you can finally tell me about the second half of that book your sister gave you.” He offers, that slightly smug smirk that you remember tugging on his lips. You feel your body heat up, arguably worse than the sweat you worked up from earlier.

“I don’t think you’d like what I have to say, it was so boring I barely remember it. I honestly don’t know why I still try and read books,” you laugh. You hear Sam start to make his way back, but then Steve leans in right next to your ear, grabbing your attention. He lowers his voice enough so Sam can’t hear, making you shiver,

“Well looks like I need to make you a list of my recommendations, doll. I’m sure mine are more interesting than your sister’s” he grins as he starts to walk towards the direction of the hallway.

“Oh boy don’t let her hear you say that, Cap,” you laugh.

“Hear you say what?” Sam asks as he rounds the corner. Steve doesn’t answer him, instead asking if Natasha is done to which Sam nods. He thanks him and walks off. Sam approaches, looking back at the hallway before looking back at you with a sly grin.

“I was gone for a second getting spare clothes, what the hell did you two talk about?” He asks knowingly, since you told him about meeting Steve this morning, making you shake your head.

“We’ll talk about that later, right now, you need to make breakfast, I still feel like I ran 10 miles.” You lie. Sam just laughs, rounding the kitchen island to go to the fridge.

“Is that because you ran 10 miles or is it because of Mr. Under-Armor?” He jokes making you groan loudly.

“I should’ve never told you about that part,” you whine into your hands.

“No, you really shouldn’t have,”

[blazedgraysons]

okay so i didn’t really want to send a concept to you bc for some reason this anon thing scars me but... virgin reader and gray? mayb he eats her out idk?

A/N: wait honestly i’m so sad that this whole anon thing scares you. like feel free to come talk to me whenever you want, anon or not. but thank you for the request, sweet nonny, i hope i do it justice.

Also!!!! Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed of . Literally doesn’t matter when you lose it as long as it’s with someone you trust and you’re okay with!! Now let’s get into it. 

Warnings: yeah this is literally 2.8k words of just gray wanting to fuck. it’s nsfw for sure

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You weren’t trying to blueball Grayson, at least not intentionally.

It had started one Saturday night. You were in bed, flipping through some magazine when Grayson walked in from his shower. Your relationship is still very new, having just become comfortable to spend the night with one another. 

He’s wearing nothing but a tiny pair of black briefs, water droplets sliding down his chest and towards his-

“Hey. Eyes up here.” He jokes, tilting your chin so you're looking at one another. You close your mouth, not even realizing you had started drooling.  He’s smug, smirking when he discovers the effect he has on your body.

“Hey.” You whisper, still wrapped up entirely in the presence of your boyfriend.

“ Hi.” He whispers back, moving closer until his lips are brushing yours. You pull him into you, wrapping a hand around his neck so he can kiss you properly. It’s overwhelming, body heat radiating onto you, and you can’t touch him anywhere without feeling skin. This is the territory you’re most familiar with, making out needily like the both of you are high schoolers again.  You’re still trying to pull him closer to you, not being able to get enough of him, and it’s not long before he’s crawling onto the bed with you.

He leans down, trying to get you to lie back, and you’re so distracted by what he's doing with his mouth that you don’t even notice his hand moving towards your leg. He trails his hand up your thigh, rough and calloused fingers moving higher and higher until -

You jump, trying to move away from him, and he pulls away rapidly, concern written all over his face.

“You good?”

“I need to pee.” You both speak at the same time. He looks at you for a moment, taking in your frantic, almost scared expression. Your eyes are wide and not meeting his gaze, breathing heavily. He’s not stupid; he can tell something else is bothering you, but you didn’t bring it up so he’s not going to press you.

“Yeah, go ahead.” You scramble out of bed and practically run to the bathroom. You know you’re overreacting and should probably just be honest with him. But you don’t want him to look at you different, embarrassed that he’ll only see you as inexperienced, innocent, and want to find someone else who can please him.

You splash some water on your face and walk back into the bedroom, Grayson dressed and some wilderness survival video playing on his phone. You kiss his cheek before turning to sleep away whatever shame you’re feeling, and not another word is said.

The second incident happens a few days later. You wanted to surprise Grayson with vegan french toast, for once,  instead of the other way around. You had planned to make him breakfast in bed, but ever the early riser, he’s up before you can even put the food in the pan.

“What’s this, Angel?”  He sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jump slightly before turning to kiss him.

“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but you woke up too early.” He hums, watching over your shoulder as you measure out the egg substitute before placing kisses on your neck.  What starts off as light and playful turns into deep sucks, sloppily kissing your neck in hopes of ending this morning differently than you had planned.

“ What’s up with you today, Bailey? You’re never this nice to me in the morning.” You moan softly at a particularly harsh suck, knowing that you’re probably going to have to go heavy on the makeup today.

“Don’t know. Think I just woke up hungry for you instead.”  His voice is shot, gravelly with sleep and horniness. You’d be turned on if he didn’t press himself against you at that moment, letting you feel all of him.

“Gray.”

He hums, showing he’s listening, but more preoccupied with trying to move his hands under your leggings.  You move away from him once his hands slip under your waistband. He looks at you, head cocked like a puppy. You get a chance to take a good look at him, clad in only his L.A. Kings sweatshirt and briefs. His hair is messy from sleep, but if you’re honest, all you can see is his morning wood. He looks at you expectantly, waiting to hear why you stopped him.

“I don’t want the toast to burn.”

He looks at the stove, then at you, then back at the stove.

“Angel, it’s not even on.” He places his hand in the pan, proving his point.

“Yeah, but if it gets too hot when I do turn it on, the toast will burn easier. Simple science, Gray.” You both know what you’re saying makes absolutely no sense. Still, you’ve turned around, finishing making his breakfast and changing the subject.

Grayson looks like he wants to say something, but he drops it as well, answering questions about whatever workout he has planned today even though he knows you have zero interest. He makes a note to ask you about this later, but ultimately forgets about it, giving you a few more days of peace.

The final straw is a movie night.

You’re both laid up on the couch, scrolling through the different titles on Netflix. You’re lying on top of him, Grayson’s arm wrapped lazily around your stomach. His hand traces small patterns while clicking on a title to read a description before moving on to the next.

“What do you think?” You look up from your phone, noticing he’s stopped on some random documentary. You honestly don’t really care what Grayson picks, more than content to just spend time with him.

“I don’t care, amour. You choose.” The tracing on your stomach stops at the nickname, and you feel his breath hitch before he starts the patterns again.

“You know, I don’t think it really matters.”

“It doesn’t?” You look at him, wondering where he’s going with this.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t think we’re going to be doing that much watching anyways.” He moves you over so you’re lying on top of him, faces mere inches away from each other.

“Oh, really? Shame because I was really looking forward to,” You turn to check the screen “Velvet buzzsaw.”  He laughs a little before his face turns serious again. You watch as he struggles to focus on you, eyes fluttering down to your lips every few seconds.

“Yeah, a shame.” He mutters, pulling you closer. He kisses you, and your heart rate doubles. If there’s anything about Grayson, it’s that he never does anything halfway. He always kisses you like it’s the first time, making you want to fall in love with him all over again.

It doesn’t take too long for Grayson to become restless, wanting to start moving the night in a different direction. His hand slowly moves toward your ass, squeezing lightly. His kisses down your neck, sucking hard while he subconsciously grinds into you. It isn't until he starts pulling at your shirt, gesturing for you to take it off, that you pull away again.

“Okay, what’s wrong, Y/N?” He sits up to face you, breathing heavily.  

“What do you mean?”

“I mean any time I, y’know, try and do anything with you, you just stop me. Do you not want to sleep with me?” His mind is going a mile a minute, frustrated and confused by your hot and cold tendencies. He doesn’t want to pressure you, more than willing to do whatever you need to feel comfortable. However, the lack of explanation is leaving him baffled.

“Are you not attracted to me?” He asks slowly, trying to consider every option in his mind. You stare at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads.

“Are you seriously asking me that?”

“So... so what’s going on, Y/N?” He runs a shaky hand through his hair, “I mean, I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, but you gotta understand, you’re killing me here.” He smiles weakly. You lean you head back, closing your eyes before blurting out,

“It’snotthatI’mnotattractedtoyouI’mjustavirgin.” You rush it out, mumbling, and Grayson’s not even sure if you were speaking English at that point.

“I’m sorry?” You look at him, bewildered that he would apologize, before realizing he’s just asking for a repetition.  You sigh and take a deep breath before repeating,

“It’s not that I’m not attracted to you. I’m just a virgin.” You close your eyes again, waiting for teasing or whatever cruel expectations your brain has given you. Instead, Grayson surprises you.

“That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it? Yes, that’s it.”

“I mean, I understand if you’re embarrassed, but Angel, it’s not that embarrassing.” You finally open your eyes to look at him, still expecting to see him holding back laughs or looking at you with pity.  Instead, he’s just looking at you with more love and adoration than you’ve ever seen.

“I know it’s not, and I know it’s stupid. I’ve just always wanted it to be with the right guy, and I know for a fact that it’s you. It’s just-“ You pause, not wanting to be even more vulnerable than you’re already being.

“Just what?” He questions, softly encouraging you to continue.

“It’s just what if I’m not good enough for you. What if I’m not as good as the other girls you’ve been with, and you decide you don’t want to be with me anymore.” He does snort loudly at that.

“Where would you even get that from? I’m not with you because I expect you to be like super good at sucking dick or some bullshit. I’m with you because I'm in love with you, and if that means waiting days, weeks, or years until you’re ready, I’m fine with that. I just want you to be honest and not feel like you can’t tell me these things.” His confession leaves you warm, more in love than you’ve been before, even if it’s not the most ideal circumstances.

“But, I don’t want you to be like unhappy or unsatisfied until I’m ready.”

“So, let’s go slow.”  He suggests.

“Slow?” You cock your head, not really understanding where he was going with this.

He hums in agreement, “Yeah. We’ll take it step-by-step. Whatever you’re okay with, I’m okay with.”

You lean in, kissing him again, but this time you’re leading. You push him back into the couch, crawling into his lap. He moans lowly, happy with the attention, and holds you closer to him.  You grab the back of his shirt, pulling at it to get him to take it off. Grayson grabs your hand, stopping you before pulling away. You lean in again, wanting to continue with where you were going.

“ Woah, angel, slow down. We’re not gonna do this now; I want to actually make it special for you. “ You whine at that, appreciating the fact that Grayson cares enough to want to make it memorable and romantic for you, but you feel more than ready to show how much you love him in the most intimate way. He notices your frustration, letting out a deep breath before suggesting,

“We can always do something else.”

“Something else.” You agree, dazed and just drunk off the Grayson Dolan effect. He smirks at your response and moves you from on top of him.

Your heart drops to your stomach when Grayson slides off the couch, onto his knees, and in between your legs.

He grabs the waistband of your shorts, kissing where the elastic meets the skin. You can’t take your eyes off of him, watching as he takes in every inch that’s exposed as he pulls your shorts down. He tosses them over his shoulder while taking in what’s before him. He kisses your inner right thigh, moving higher to the apex before switching to the other one. He repeats this on the other leg.

“You okay?” He checks in with you, wanting to make sure he’s never doing too much or not enough. You nod eagerly, not wanting him to stop now that he’s begun.

He takes a moment before continuing, softly kissing your clit over your underwear. You hold your breath, watching as he places another kiss, and another, and another before he’s gently sucking it into his mouth.  The pleasure isn’t overwhelming, underwear still providing a barrier from what his mouth can truly offer. Nevertheless, you whimper slightly, and Grayson groans at the sound.  He let’s go, starting to pull down your underwear, eyes checking in with you again. You nod, and he pulls your thong down, exposing yourself for him. You try and close your legs, not missing the way his eyes darken a full shade, and his stare grows more intense. He moves them apart, pulling a leg over his shoulder so he has full access.

“Fuckin’ perfect.” Grayson takes a deep breath, wanting to savor this. He would be the first man (and hopefully last) to touch you like this, to hear what it sounds like you when someone feels the most sensitive parts of you, to see what it looks like when your cum. Frankly, the thought makes his head spin, and at this point, he doesn’t know whether he’s doing this more for him or for you.

He kisses your clit again, this time the feeling stronger with nothing blocking the way. He pulls away, checking your reaction for any discomfort before licking you slowly. He uses two fingers to spread you apart, giving him full opportunity to do whatever his heart desires.

He tastes you growing wetter, sweet musk feeling the air, and he’s already addicted, more than content to die in between your legs. He fully takes your clit into his mouth, suckling slightly. You’re whimpering lowly, trying to hold back any noises. Grayson, however, wants the opposite.

“C’mon, let me hear you.” He leans back, voice hoarse, weak, and so fucking wrecked. His lips are swollen and shiny, and you could cry from just how erotic it all looks. He leans back, giving your clit a long hard suck, and you nearly scream, crying out from the blinding, white-hot pleasure he’s giving you.

“There she is.” He groans, more than pleased with himself. He takes a finger, scooping up some of your wetness before slowly inserting it.

His dick twitches, and it takes everything in him not to cum right there. You feel so warm and wet and so fucking tight. You’re gripping him like a vice, and if that’s how you feel with one finger, he has no idea what he’s gonna do when he actually fucks you.

“ Fuck, Grayson. So good.” You can feel yourself leaking onto the couch, and the noises he’s making are obscene. You would feel embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact that you think you’re gonna cum.

He adds another finger, trying to stretch you out. He’s entirely making out with your pussy now, eyes closed, and just enjoying everything about this. He’s slurping up everything you release for him, and it’s wet, messy, and sloppy just the way he loves it.

You thought you would know what to expect when you came, having made yourself cum plenty of times yourself. But nothing could prepare you for an orgasm brought on by Grayson Dolan.

The coil tightly wounded in your stomach suddenly snaps, releasing waves of pleasure all over your body. Grayson leans back, not wanting to miss your face when he makes you cum for the first time out of many. Your head thumps on the back of the couch, mouth falling into a perfect O, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Grayson’s hooked and continues to pump his fingers slowly, not being able to tear his eyes away from how hot you look.

When you’re finally done, he moves his hand up to his mouth, sucking whatever’s left on his fingers, dark eyes stuck on you. If you weren’t so exhausted,  you swear you would’ve fucked him then and there.

“Well?” He asks, watching you put yourself back together.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out, brain completely turned to mush, and not able to form anything remotely coherent. He laughs loudly, leaning back on his shoulders to look at you.

“Do you want me to-“ You gesture to his lower half, dick still very hard and not going away.

“No, I’m good. Step-by-step remember.  I’m going to use the bathroom for a second though” He gets up, stretching nonchalantly before walking away.  You get up as well, making his favorite snacks and queuing up his favorite movie. He deserves it. And when you wake him up with head the next morning, let’s just say it’s because he deserves that too.

[russadler]

Birthday Boy (Russell Adler x Reader)

Reader decides to surprise Adler on his birthday. 

All Audiences/SFW

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUSSELL ADLER! It’s not technically his birthday in my timezone yet but thought I’d post this for those who are in timezones ahead of me! This is also my first attempt at Adler x Reader so idk how this is gonna go LMAO but I hope you all of you enjoy. I hope I didn’t have Adler too OOC but I was trying to aim for a softer Adler so hopefully I hit the mark somewhere. Thanks for reading!

“Aren’t you my gift?”

February 12, 1982

Langley, Virginia, USA

It’s barely sunrise. Morning light slips through the curtains, bathing the darkened room in a dance of oranges, yellows, and reds. A blanket of the sun’s warmth comes to envelop the intertwined figures in bed, and one of the still forms suddenly stirs.

A single figure, hair mussed and tousled emerges from the bundle of blankets.

You had resisted the urge to cuddle further into the pleasant warmth of the sheets before slipping away, mindful not to disturb your snoozing partner. You can’t help but take one last glance back at the other half of your heart before toeing out of the room.

Russell lies on his back, face relaxed and content. His normally perfectly styled locks tousled and splayed across the pillow. The man is blissfully unguarded, years of burden and adversity seemingly having melted away. His show of vulnerability seen by you and only by you is a gift you value more than anything. 

Normally you would cuddle further into his form and continue to sleep the morning away, but today was different. Today was very, very special.

It was Russell’s 45th birthday. 

You smile to yourself as you tiptoe down the steps of your shared Langley home, soft robe pulled tightly against your body as you make your way toward the kitchen. An effort is made to move quietly about the kitchen preparing the necessary items, cognizant of the fact Adler’s years of intelligence work in dangerous locales had made him a light sleeper.

Humming quietly to yourself as you begin brewing his coffee (black, always black.) and begin preparing his breakfast. Trying your hand at a traditional American breakfast, You shuffle  around the kitchen in slippers beating eggs and chopping fruit and vegetables, while carefully tending to the sizzling bacon and hashbrowns. 

Within half an hour the fruits of your labor produces a well fluffed cheese and vegetable omelet, not too crispy bacon (He’d never complain aloud, but you’ve noted how his face pinches with discontent when he has bacon a little too well cooked.) homemade golden hashbrowns, toast, a small selection of fresh fruits and of course coffee. 

After arranging the meal on a tray and carefully maneuvering back upstairs, You slip back into your shared bedroom to quietly rouse Russ from his slumber. 

Beginning by opening the curtains to the window at the foot of the bed, before quietly seating yourself beside him, hand moving to softly shake his sleeping form. 

He jolts awake with a confused hum, head rising quickly and searching the room for the reason for the disturbance with pinched eyes. 

Russell’s gaze finally lands on you, where you watch intently with a mischievous smile. 

“What’s wrong?” The blonde asks.

 You answer by tackling the man with a smile, raining kisses upon his face. 

“Happy.” A kiss to his forehead.

“Birthday.” A kiss to his brow.

“My love.” A kiss to the lips.

You smile down at him. 

He responds with a tight lipped smile, eyes glowing with affection as he returns with a kiss of his own. “I guess it is.” 

The smile on your face brightens before you steal another kiss. “Stay here!” You state excitedly, rushing out into the hall to retrieve his breakfast. 

Adler begins to rub the sleep from his eyes as he rearranges the pillows behind him to sit up in bed, slightly confused but overall amused. 

His lover reenters the room, tray in hand, the room becoming filled with the aroma of a well cooked breakfast. 

Russ’ brows raise in surprise. “Wow.” He states. “This is unexpected.”

“Happy Birthday!” You laugh, settling the tray in his lap as you slide next to him in the bed.

Adler takes a sip of his coffee, staring straight ahead at the uncovered window and the warm toned sky. You can’t help your squeak of surprise as Adler’s arm comes around your body to pull you closer to his well toned form. 

He sets his coffee down as gently as can be, picking up his fork while glancing at his companion from the corner of his eye.

“You did all this?” He asks, fork beginning to tear at the steaming omelet. You nod with a smile. 

He keeps his eyes on you as he takes a bite of the omelet, gaze returning to the window as he chews. As he swallows, his gaze returns to the person in his grasp. 

“It’s good.” He declares. “Very good actually. Good job, baby.” 

Heart warm with the praise, the pair of you continue the meal together. (You had placed extra servings on the plate to nibble on for yourself. Adler found it amusing)

“Where did you learn to cook like this?” The older asks. 

You swallow a bite of toast. “Cookbooks.” You answer. He cocks an eyebrow but hums in response anyways. “Really? I wasn’t aware we had any.” 

“We didn’t. I bought one especially for this. ‘The American Plate’ said I could learn how to cook like a real American it said.” You declare with a flourish, the declaration producing a snort from Russell. 

“I think it did the job.” Adler smiles. “You did the job.” 

As he finishes his food, the older man presses a kiss to his partner’s forehead. “Thanks for this. It’s more than I deserve quite frankly.” 

Pressing a delicate kiss to his bicep and eyes never leaving his, you whisper a reply. “Never.” 

Making quick work of the tray, you then attempt to slip out of the room once again but don’t get far before you feel his grip envelop your waist and pull you back into bed. 

“Russ!” You laugh. “I need to go get your gift!” 

“Aren’t you my gift?” He responds, his breath hot on your neck as he moves to plant a kiss on your clavicle. 

You simply snort in response.

“You interrupted my sleep anyways. So I plan on catching up on lost time.” Adler declares, pulling you closer and covering the pair of you with the comforter again.

You roll your eyes, but choose to remain with him. He’s the birthday boy after all, you think as sleep takes you both.

The real gifts could wait. 

[pregnant-piggy]

Back again - part I

Sirius Black x reader

Words: 2700+

Warnings: idk the usual swearing?

A/N: I started this a year(!) ago and never finished it until four weeks ago. So the beginning might be a little more bad than my usual writing (and with that I mean the whole first part). Part two will follow in a few days. Love ya, my babies!

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‘Harry before you leave,’ Dumbledore says when Harry gets up, ‘I have to show you one more memory. But this one is different. You must look at this memory alone. It is not about Voldemort... It is about you...’

Harry turns around to Dumbledore who is standing next to the pensieve. Harry slowly walks to it and puts both his hands on each side. He lowers his head and when his head reaches the substance, Harry falls into that familiar feeling and everything gets blurry.

Suddenly Harry is standing in a small room. It is a baby room. The walls are a soft yellow and in the corner there is a white baby bed. There is one window in the room and in front of it stands a woman. The woman is holding a baby and she is talking to him.

‘It's time for bed, big boy!’ the unfamiliar woman says. She turns around and Harry recognises the baby. He has black hair and bright green eyes. It is Harry. The baby makes howling noises and points his hands to the window.

The woman sighs. ‘Alright, one last time,’ she says. She walks to the window and Harry follows her. He looks outside and is surprised with what he sees.

In the garden there are four people. With a shock Harry realises that his parents are down there with Sirius and Remus. Sirius and James are running after each other with what appear to be water guns and Remus and Lily are sitting on a bench, looking and laughing at the boys.

‘You see those people?’ the woman says. ‘That is your dad-' she points at James, ‘-he is by far the funniest guy I have ever met. That woman is you mom, she is the most sweetest, caring person I know. That man following your dad is Uncle Sirius, he loves you more than anyone in the world. And I should know... And there we have your uncle Remus. When he smiles the whole space lights up. He is special, once you have him you should never let him go, that's probably why he's still here. And we also have your uncle Peter, but he is sick.’

Harry's stomach cramps when he hears that name. All these people didn't know Peter betrayed them, they still loved him.

‘And I am you Auntie (Y/N). And I love you and all these people so much.’

Harry looks at the woman. She is his ‘auntie’? As he sees the tears in her eyes, Harry realises that he is crying too. He quickly dries his tears and follows the woman, who is now putting baby-Harry to bed. When baby-Harry is tucked in (Y/N) kisses his head and he falls asleep.

‘You are so loved, Harry,’ (Y/N) whispers.

Harry gets pulled out of the room, but he doesn't want to. He wants to scream, say that he is staying there forever, in a place where his parents lived, where everyone was happy, where Harry was loved, but his throat is dry and there is no sound.

Harry falls on the ground in Dumbledore's office and just sits there. He starts to cry, but he doesn't even try to stop his tears. He doesn't care. The warm feeling that filled him just minutes ago, has now turned into a cold, sickening feeling that is spreading in his body.

He doesn't know how long he has been on the floor, but at some point Harry dries his tears and gets up. Dumbledore is sitting at his desk, looking at his fingers. Harry sits down on the chair opposite of the desk. He needs answers.

‘Who was that?’ Harry asks with a hoarse voice.

‘That was (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). She was Sirius' girlfriend,’ Dumbledore answers calm. ‘She was in the same year as you parents and I believe she was good friends with your mother.’

‘Is she... Is she...?’ Harry can't say it.

‘Dead?’ Dumbledore finishes his question. ‘No, she was so sure that, when Sirius was sent to Azkaban, he was innocent, that she kept writing letters to the ministry and finally was sent to France. That didn't keep her from writing angry letters though,’ Dumbledore chuckles. ‘After she got the news Sirius escaped, she tried everything to get back here. She is here now.’

Harry remains quiet. He had never heard about (Y/N). He doesn't know her, but from what he saw in the memory and from Dumbledore telling she was Sirius' girlfriend, she seems nice.

‘She wants to meet you. If you want that of course.’

Dumbledore's words break Harry's thoughts. Yes, Harry would like to see her too, she could tell him all about his parents and Sirius and Remus.

‘Yeah, I would like to meet her too.’

‘She'll be here next Sunday. She would like it if you could fill her in on what happened, she hasn't met Sirius yet and she wants to be prepared.’

‘Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell her.’

‘Then I’ll see you Sunday,’ Dumbledore gestures to the door. ‘Oh and Harry?’ Harry turns around. ‘Please don’t tell anyone that she is back. The ministry does not know.’

Harry nods and leaves the office, with a much lighter than he usually has.

- -- -

‘Harry, are you nervous? You haven’t eaten anything!’ Hermione says to Harry.

It is Sunday morning and they are having breakfast in the Great Hall. Harry hasn’t touched his food and he is staring at his hands. Today is the day he is going to meet (Y/N). He had been awake all night trying to come up with something to say to her, but he couldn’t think of anything. Then he started to worry, what if (Y/N) doesn’t want to talk about her past?

Harry looks up to Hermione. She is looking at him, worried. Harry shifts his look to Ron, who is stabbing his sausage with his knife.

‘Ron that sausage doesn’t have to die!’

Harry laughs at Hermione’s comment. But his laughing stops when she looks back at him.

‘Come on, ‘Moine. I’m fine!’ Harry defends himself and to show he takes a bite from his toast. Hermione shoots him a final worried look but drops it. Instead she asks Harry the one thing that makes him feel even worse.

‘What are you going to tell her?’

‘I don’t know, I’ll probably just answer her questions. I don’t know what she wants to know! I don’t even know how she looks!’ Harry confesses.

‘Are you gonna ask her about your parents?’ Ron asks.

Harry nods. ‘Yeah, Dumbledore said that she was good friends with my mother and if she was Sirius’ girlfriend she probably knows much about him and my dad.’

‘I just wonder why she is back now and not earlier. I mean Sirius escaped three years ago,’ Hermione says. Harry and Ron both shrug.

The rest of time they talk about the upcoming Quidditch match. Harry almost forgets about (Y/N), but after a few minutes McGonagall walks towards Harry.

‘Mr. Potter, would you please come with me?’ Harry swallows and walks after McGonagall. Hermione and Ron wish him good luck before he disappears.

McGonagall walks to the same room Harry went in after he was chosen for the Triwizard Tournament. When he enters the room, he sees a woman on the other side of the room, her back turned to the door Harry just stepped through. She has (y/h/c) hair and she is wearing a travel coat. When Dumbledore enters the room the woman looks up. There is a small smile on her face and she walks up to Dumbledore.

‘Thank you so much for this, Albus,’ the woman greets him. Her mouth smiles, but there is a coldness in her eyes. Dumbledore simply smiles.

‘I believe you should thank Harry,’ he says and points at Harry who feels like his toast is having a party with his eggs in his stomach.

The woman turns around and looks at Harry. Her eyes fill with tears and she walks to Harry and hugs him. It is not a normal hug, it is a mother’s hug. Harry relaxes a bit but still doesn’t know what to say. The woman lets Harry go and looks in his eyes. He could have sworn he saw her mouth Lily.

‘I am (Y/N),’ she says. ‘You look so much like James except for your eyes, you have Lily’s eyes. Ah, well, you have probably heard that a thousand times by now.’ Of course Harry has, but hearing it this time feels different.  ‘I am sorry I haven’t contacted you before. This must come as quite a shock for you.’ Harry nods but he still cannot say anything. ‘I hoped you wanted to fill me in with what happened since Sirius escaped.’ Harry nods again and (Y/N) smiles. ‘Let’s go to the kitchens, I don’t think anyone will be there,’ (Y/N) suggests. She says goodbye to Dumbledore and McGonagall.

‘It is good to see you, (Y/N),’ McGonagall says. (Y/N) smiles and this time her eyes smile too.

‘Good to see you too, professor.’

- -- -

Harry follows (Y/N) to the kitchens. He notices that she is not wearing wizards clothes. She is wearing a plain black jeans and shirt instead of robes. Harry focuses on the label on the back of (Y/N)’s shoes while they walk silently through the halls.

They enter the kitchens and sit down. (Y/N) looks around and smiles.

‘Wow, it has not changed at all. I remember all the nights and mornings I have sat here. Stealing candy with James, drinking tea with Remus, comforting Sirius. I even baked a cake here with Peter for your mom’s birthday!’ She stops looking around and focuses on Harry. ‘I’m sorry I keep on talking. Do you want anything? Tea, coffee?’

‘No, thanks. I just had breakfast.’ It is the first thing Harry says and he feel he is getting red when (Y/N) laughs.

‘You even have your dad’s voice!’ Harry smiles. ‘I am sorry to disturb your Sunday, but the truth is that I am really nervous to meet Sirius. I haven’t seen him in fifteen years and I don’t know if he has changed!’

Harry looks at (Y/N). She looks genuinely worried. He looks in her (y/e/c) eyes and scans her face. He understands why Sirius fell for her. She has a natural beauty and in her eyes there is a laugh even though she is looking worried right now.

‘Can you tell me what happened since Sirius escaped? You don’t have to into details very much but I would like to know some… background.’

Harry starts telling hesitatingly. (Y/N) looks at him interested and she only nods.

‘…then Ron’s rat turned into Peter-‘ Harry stops; (Y/N) has suddenly risen from her chair and is now walking up and down in the kitchen.

‘I knew it! I knew it wasn’t Sirius! But Wormtail? Who would have thought that! That son of a bitch!’ she says angrily. Red sparks are coming from her wand. After a minute she is calmed down and she sits back down on her chair.

‘Please tell me they got him.’  

‘Uhh… Well…’ Harry stammers. (Y/N) drops her head on the table.

‘Shit, so now he is back to Voldemort?’

‘Yes. Should I go on?’ Harry asks careful. She nods.

Harry continues, he tells about how he and Hermione saved Sirius, about fourth year and how Sirius broke into a house to talk to Harry ((Y/N) laughs), about the battle against Voldemort in the graveyard and about fifth year, how he and Ron and Hermione founded Dumbledore’s Army, about Arthur Weasley’s attack and about how Voldemort exposed himself at the ministry at the end of the year.

‘Harry you are more than your father than I thought, but luckily you also have Lily’s intelligence. Your parents would have been so proud of you.’ Harry’s eyes fill with tears. (Y/N) smiles when she sees it.

‘Thank you so much for telling me this, I understand that it is not easy. Is there anything you want to know about me or your parents?’ she asks and Harry nods.

‘Yeah, but I don’t really know what…’ (Y/N) laughs.

‘I’ll just tell something,’ she says. ‘Maybe you want to know a little more about me. Let’s see… I was in the same year as your parents and I immediately became friends with your mother. She was a wonderful girl. I also befriended Remus in first year, but I kept distance from Sirius and James. Then in second year James’ crush became quite obvious and I had to protect Lily from him. That’s when I became friends with Sirius and Peter and eventually also your dad.

Of course we had a lot of fun, but sometimes Sirius and James could go a little too far. I assume that you know about Severus Snape. He did some horrible things and well, so did they. But they changed. Sirius in the summer to sixth year, when he ran away from home and James in the next summer. Snape never changed. In seventh year he would still hex James behind his back. He was a terrible guy.’

‘Yeah I know,’ Harry says.

‘You know Snape?’ (Y/N) asks surprised.

‘Yeah, he is the DADA teacher. He is awful.’

(Y/N)’s jaw drops. ‘Why would Dumbledore hire him as a teacher?! He was a death eater!’ Harry shrugs. ‘Well, we shouldn’t let this turn into a I-hate-Snivellus-talk, though I wouldn’t mind to be honest…  

Sirius and I started dating in sixth year and after we graduated we moved in together with Remus. We were happy, or as happy as anyone can be when there is a war going on…

And then you got born. You were the prettiest baby I have ever seen. Your parents loved you so much. They would take you to order-meetings and sit with you in the corner not paying any attention to what was being said. Sirius, Remus or I would watch you if James and Lily had a mission or when they went out.

Everything was wonderful for a year. But then it happened. Lily and James murdered, Sirius imprisoned and everyone thought he killed Peter. I didn’t, I could not believe that Sirius had killed someone, he would never kill someone. I kept writing to the ministry and eventually they sent me to France. I still wrote letters though, no one could make me believe that Sirius was a murderer.

Years went by. Then I got a letter from Dumbledore, saying that Sirius had escaped. He didn’t want me to come yet, but he said he would keep me updated. He wrote me twice. In one year.’

(Y/N)’s voice was bitter and her eyes turned into two fires.

‘The year after that, that was your fourth year, I got a letter from Remus, saying that Sirius was still on the run and he wrote that I should stop sending letters to the ministry. No one told me that he was innocent, no one told me that it was in fact Peter who betrayed Lily and James. Anyway, finally I got a letter from Dumbledore asking me to come here and meet Sirius. It took me a whole year before I got here but I am here now.’

Harry stares at (Y/N). He is having a hard time to accept all the information he just got. He never expected from Dumbledore to be so mysterious, even more than normal. Why didn’t anyone tell her Sirius was innocent?

(Y/N) smiles while she looks at Harry. ‘I’ll leave you for now. I think you have enough to think about for the next… well month, if not year.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry says. ‘Thank you.’

‘No, thank you Harry. You really helped me.’

Harry and (Y/N) get up and leave the kitchens. They walk past the Great Hall and are now by the door. Harry decides to ask something that has bothered him since he heard you were coming back:

‘If you are here illegal, where are you going to stay?’

‘Oh, I am going to meet with Remus. I actually hope I can stay with him.’ (Y/N) hugs Harry and says goodbye. ‘I’ll see you soon, Harry.’

Harry watches (Y/N) disappear into the fog that hangs over the school grounds and then turns around.

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