#everytime i watch a bigger show it feels as disappointing as this

[ghooostbaby]

arcane makes me really aware of implications of massive expensive audio-visual productions funded by corporations, and the neoliberal agendas they have in their storytelling ... and that especially when i see those in fandom spaces absorbing and accepting the "message" in these shows like it has some sort of inherent worth because its in a tv show... that they're essentially adapting bootlicking philosophies. and they are such simplistic, preposterous moral standpoints to accept it's baffling and alarming. things like "revenge is always wrong" "violence is never the answer" "just focus on yourself, be happy, self care, life laugh love" ... i think if you thought about who benefits from mass society blaming themselves and their negative thinking for any misfortunes in their life, it becomes really clear how fucked a philosophy it is. yet these are the most popular takes to these shows...

[sunflowerofchaos]

Okay enough time has passed for me to throw my two cents into the Bridgerton discourse. Many are displeased with the season and part 2 specifically. I have been trying to piece together what my issues were with it and I hope that someone can find this and maybe find something that clicks as to why the season may have been disappointing.

I am a big polin stan. In fact I started watching for and because of them. Totally believed in the supremacy of their story because of their adorable friendship and the long build up ever since the pilot.

I loved part one. That will be controversial but I truly did. Was the pacing a bit off? Yes it was!

But did it give us the romcom atmosphere, the yearning, the love? Yes definitely! I'll even argue that part one, the going from "friendship to love" is done more beautifully in the show than in the book. People said one kiss is all it takes for Colin but that's really not true in the show. If you take account of the history we have because of season 1 and 2 it doesn't feel that way.

And the funny thing is that despite part one having a bunch of side plots, it worked. It was walking on the edge of being too much but it didn't cross the line.

Not yet anyways... so here are my 6 big errors of part 2

Like everyone I was way too hyped after the carriage scene, which leads to..

Error number 1: The break after the carriage scene set the bar too high. The long break filled with press and interviews further hyping up part 2 after that high consequently did damage to the reception of part 2. I believe that almost anything after the carriage would appear as a let down due to the wait. That's kind of unfair to the show I know, but it also makes sense as we, the audience would have abnormally high expectations that are difficult to please.

Part 2 is flawed and there is no arguing that. The beginning of it felt like a let down due to the split right after the carriage scene aka the climax of part 1 (pun intended) but fine objectively speaking episode 5 and 6 are nice. But then comes error number 2, the fact that we have 2 episodes where their love is clouded by the secret of lady whistledown. I feel like that was problematic to the pacing of part 2 (which is a problem in itself). The tension in episode 5 was necessary but also so much. So much that Colin literally questions her feelings. Then episode 6 instead of lifting that cloud sooner, continues to sour the polin scenes until the very end of the episode. The reveal should have been earlier in episode 6, so they have time to properly heal and be happy. (Seperate errors that I will adress)

Error number 3 is how the wedding fell under the dark cloud of the angst. I was wishing it would be the happy wedding of bridgerton and it was happier than Daphne's or Anthony's (not that we saw the real one) but the queen disrupting the wedding felt like another punch. One more time we were close to seeing their happiness but couldn't. (Something we barely get to see at all)

Then error number 4 (my personal enemy). The pacing of the conflict and healing. The way Colin was hurting was amazingly portrayed by Luke and I even understand how Colin wanted to hurt Pen with the entrapment comment and unlike many I won't hate him for it at all. But one thing where the writing really failed me is how polin shared a number of scenes that could've had a bigger role in their healing but ultimately didn't. I will list the scenes and how EVERYTIME we think they are a step closer to healing, they go back to square one and how that effects the scene where they eventually do "heal".

Exhibit A: The modiste scene. Beautiful confrontation and it really set up the possibility of them talking through it more but then it ends abruptly with Colin shutting down (however I'm inclined to give this one some saving grace because at least they talk)

Exhibit B: The wedding. Colin once again gives us hope that perhaps they're closer to making up but when Colin walked away with Pen and they had a second confrontation where she states that she is lady whistledown, I expected Colin to at least accept that statement and not revert back to being in denial about it afterwards and shutting down again. This could've been the scene where Colin starts to accept them as one. (Not to take away from the letters scene but it would have been a great foundation for it)

Exhibit C: The bedroom scene. Ah my personal nominee. This scene could've been so much more and no I don't mean a sexy scene. This scene could've been thee scene where they talk. It would've felt more powerful to have the talk that they have in Bridgerton house in their bedroom instead. I can't stress how it would've fit perfectly and been book compliant. If they had utilized this scene better, then polin being at Fran's wedding the next day would've have felt more emotional and helped convince us of them gradually solving the conflict. Netflix, that wouldn't even take from your running time. Pen could've confronted him there as she did in the book. Colin could've faced his jealousy right then and there instead of having Cressida point it out for him and still not facing it.

Exhibit D: Bridgerton house. Yes they do talk here and you can see that scene as the one where they settle things prior to the ball, BUT one it is too close to the end and it feels cut short which frankly doesn't seem enough for the viewers to believe that they now have joined hands. This scene was personally not enough for me. I think if you expand the conversation it would be much better or again if you put this dialogue in the bedroom scene it would have been powerful and helped the pacing as the bedroom scene was in the first half of the finale and this one way too close to the ball.

You'll see that every scene post reveal is following the same frustrating pattern of them brushing over the problem. You in turn get your hopes up for it to develop further into forgiveness, then voila Colin shuts down and goes back to square one. That was extremely frustrating for me as a viewer as it happened multiple times, especially since it seems ridiculous to leave the conflict in the air till the last 10 minutes when they have had several opportunities to solve it sooner. Colin's peace at the end comes too suddenly as those previous scenes don't see him gradually make peace with the matter but always shutting down and running. Those scenes could have been used to show the steps of him gradually getting over it, forgiving her and facing himself.

Error number 5. The side plots and overall pacing.. As I said part 1 walked the fine line but part 2 crossed it. What do you mean that we get more scenes of secondary characters than polin getting over their conflict and having some time to see their happiness. That messes with the pacing, making part 2 seem to want to cram up as much plot as possible. You have Francesca's love match, Benedict's exploration, Eloise's general conflict and dynamic with Cressida, Cressida's own story, Violet's arc, lady Danbury and her brother's conflict, the Mondrichs arc, the solicitor, queen etc...

This season was simply TOO ambitious for its own good. It tried to do too much. Suddenly it didn't feel like polin season but rather the season to set everything up for the next season and that really hurts as a polin fan.

Finally error number six which is by far the most famous error. The lack of happy polin. As I explained episode 5 and 6 while showed some happiness it didn't feel real because of the secret constantly hanging around. They were happy but you as a viewer might have felt more worried and had a more bittersweet feeling. Especially when you see Colin get more and more anxious and insecure during those episodes. Then episode 7 and 8 sees them miserable most of the time. That sucks even though it is necessary it still sucks. Sucks because after all that put together we don't get to see it pay off. 4 episodes of angst and they give you one scene that suddenly heals it, 10 seconds sexy scene and an epilogue scene where they suddenly have a baby. It is simply not enough to balance out the dark vibe of the entirety of part 2. That is why thousands of people are hanging onto the petition to release the deleted scenes. So we can finally see the pay off of the angst and can properly balance out the emotions that came with it and move on.

Not to mention the absolutely wasted confession of Colin Bridgerton.. when he said I love you at the end of episode 8 I was already thinking "with everything that you are, everything you have been and everything you hope to be????!!!" But then he didn't say it and I was confused as to why they would possibly not use THEE love confession??? Since that's Bridgertons thing??? Having incredible confessions... And it's not like it didn't fit in fact it would have fit so well. At this point if you squint you might imagine hearing luke continuing the line for God's sake. That remains a mystery that makes no sense to me.

So by now I don't think anyone got that far and I can't complain because I wrote this for me. To structure my thoughts and make peace with it. And so to sum up these errors: the split, the structure of episode 5/6, the wedding sadness, the way the conflict/healing was handled, the pacing with the side plots and the lack of happiness to counteract the angst. I will revisit part 1 happily and just stop after the mirror lol. I will look forward to seeing polin happy in 2 years I guess.. and I do believe that when season 4 comes out and they're happy and are hanging around we will accept season 3 way more and come to hopefully love it.

[ghostscrown]

So, I watched A Kind Of Spark ! Out of context / small spoilers + 1 or 2 bigger spoilers ?

This show is clearly targeted at middle school tweens, but still, it healed a part of my inner child. This is the first live action show I see with ACTUALLY GOOD autistic rep. Not "better than most", not "not that bad". ACTUALLY GOOD. You can tell it was written by an actual autistic person and it's so refreshing !

The meltdowns were portrayed SO GOOD. I mean it was so well done. It's the first time I see a good representation of autistic meltdowns in a live action show. Usually autistic meltdowns in shows have that neurotypical view on them but here it was just so accurate ! But also everything, every little detail was accurate.

The only thing a little weird I noted is when Keedie has an autistic burnout and it's solved like the next day – I never heard of any autistic burnout that lasted less than a few weeks at least, but maybe it's possible so idk about that, maybe it can happen and I just don't know. That was really the only thing tho. Everything else was just very good rep – you can tell it's targeted at young teenagers, and I think it's perfect for the targeted audience. I just know I would've loved to watch it even more when I was younger.

My inner child was crying tears of happiness lmao, especially with all the little details that mean so much but are always forgotten in shows about autism written by neurotypicals. Here, it was shown in a way that was... So casual. So normal. The autistic sisters getting a different amount of sauce in their pastas than the rest of the family. The way Addie sits. The different levels of masking. The way Elinor stims. How they act when they feel a meltdown is starting. The hyperfixations. The body language. The actual vocabulary used everytime !

If you're seeking for actually good autistic rep, this show won't disappoint ! I want a second season now ! I was getting tired of the neurotypicals' shows about "what if we put this autistic genius in normal life situations so they're awkward" – A Kind Of Spark was just so refreshing !

[mrs-monaghan]

I just felt like being a lil petty cuz these cultists (Taekookers) get on my last nerve! I remember how they kept screaming when Jk posted that photo of him and Tae when they went to that restaurant and they kept talking about how Jk never posted Jimin, well guess what Jk did not so long after, he deleted his entire instagram feed and only posted photos of himself, meanwhile till today, Jimin is the only member he ever posted a single photo with on his weverse (which he hasn’t deleted) and Jimin is also the ONLY member he has ever posted a birthday video for! Suck it vermin! They were also screaming about the Tiger tattoo Jk had, only for him to cover it up with a tattoo of the sun (which we all know is related to Jimin) sun and moon duo HELLO! They were screaming about Tk outings, talking about TK are always glued together but Jkk don’t even interact with eo, only for Jk to dedicate an entire Live to Jimin (something he has again, NEVER done for anyone else)! You know what, i wanted to be petty but i ended up feeling a lil sorry for the vermin! We do not get to see alot of Jikook these days, but the little we do see, man oh man, blood pressures through the roof! The only thing Tkkrs can proof with TK outings is that they are good friends but can they explain to me why Jk who they claim hates Jimin and doesn’t see or interact with him outside of work, not only does a whole Live for Jimin but sits there giggling, kicking his feet and acting all coy! Man couldn’t keep himself from smiling everytime Jimin did! Say all you want! Compare all you want but nobody acts like that while looking at someone they hate! They claim Jk was forced to do the live to promote Jimin, well i guess he was also schooled on how to smile and act while watching him! I am kinda happy Tkkrs are getting well fed now! The higher the climb the bigger the fall! I cannot wait to see the look on their sorry faces when they see that Tk have always been JUST friends and Jkk have always been the couple! I cannot wait for their karma when they realize that all these years, the hated on, insulted, threatened and tried to destroy Jimin for absolutely nothing when all the poor guy was trying to do was just show his love for his boyfriend! It’s funny that these devils who call themselves human think that after all the hurt they caused Jimin, God, the Universe or whatever they believe in will ever let them win! The karma that is coming for all of them, not only as a group but individually is still doing push ups and the better be ready for it! They think they can sit their sorry asses in their miserable homes and try to ruin the life and peace of someone they don’t even know personally just because of a ship!! Something they aren’t sure is real or not! Like who birthed these villains? Anyways let them laugh now…cuz the pain and disappointment that will come for them later will be no Joke! Mark my words you worthless pieces of shit!!

[felixethereal]

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Seungmin for dazed korea cut interview translations by SEUNGM1NE

Seungmin on his recent appearance on king of masked singer;

“i didnt have intention to hide my voice or singing style. even when i think about it, my voice is too distinct to be hide. i just did my best in singing & came down with the thought to show whatever that ive honed all this while. There were regrets but throughout the preparations, i was so happy, and it was an opportunity to stay focused on music”

Are you resting a bit after the promotion ended?;

"no, i couldnt rest well as much as i thought i’d be. we are preparing & practicing a lot to meet our fans again soon. its not like i couldnt rest, rather, i just do the things i have to do. we’re back in our preparation time."

it seems like you have special affection on singing;

"thats right. i have been thinking about it again recently, i think one of the driving forces to keep me going is Singing. i really like singing and i really love it."

How do you feel that you’re in your 6th year?;

"the goal is always the same. theres no change on it. if there’s any difference, it’d be the sense of responsibility i feel compared to when i first debuted. there are a lot of things on my mind everytime during promotion when seeing more and more great results and news. its just that i want to do well. i dont want to disappoint anyone."

"Realistically, good results or a success are important, but, i would like our fans to feel true happiness even for a moment, with our music and stages, when watching our contents & variety. i want to be someone that can consistently give that kind of small happiness. its not just me, all other members too. i hope that we can continue showing this serious/sincere side of us as well as each of our individual musical capabilities."

Do you consider yourself an adult?;

"i think im just right for my age"

What do you feel to be a cover for Dazed?;

"i feel like i became a celebrity"

Then, what kind of adult u want to be?;

"this is difficult. just someone who’s right for his age, doesnt look older or younger. if i look too mature when im young, i think it’ll hurt my heart."

Any goals u want to achieve as stray kids?;

"everytime i get this kind of question, i’d talk about something thats obvious so i cant put it well. its not easy to receive such a good results, but it happened to us so i feel really thankful. but, rather than aiming for results, i think the heart of wanting to do it (being an artist) for a long time is bigger. i think that if we stay for a long time with fans & people who look over us, the results will follow naturally. i want the 8 of us to be together for a long time."

”i turned on a lot of Jazz when im in my room, rather than listening to only one kind song, im the type who listens to variety kind of music. when i feel like getting stronger, i’d even listen to hip hop.”

[lovinghiddleston]

Cupid ; Peter Parker

Ned pretends to be Cupid and tries to get you and Peter together.

Pairings: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Word count: 2,6k

Warnings: none, pure fluff.

You gave Ned a confused glance. He was your best friend since you could remember, he was always there for you and he was so funny you laughed with him all the days along. Peter was your friend too, but things were a little more complicated than that. You already knew that he was SpiderMan, since you and Ned were so close, it was impossible for him not to tell you. So, one day, after school, Ned and Peter went to your house to watch Star Wars movies and they revealed the secret.

You were totally fine with Peter being a superhero, - not that you were fine with him being punched by bad guys, that part wasn't good, but you always noticed his big and pure heart. He was always there to help people and now that he had a cool superhero suit, he was still the same boy you had fallen in love with. Damn, you couldn't remember when your crush at him started. Maybe it was in the Halloween party you organized and only a few of your classmates appeared. He was a silly boy back then and you were too young to recognize your feelings yet.

Now that you were a little older and Peter too, it was obvious that you were in love with him. And that sucked, because you were sure that Peter was in love with this cute girl of the decathlon. That's how you ended up in Ned's bedroom, he was staring you with a weird look, as if he was thinking about something that included you. You took one of the Lego pieces and threw it in his face.

"Hey, that hurts!"

"Fine, you were acting weird."

Ned's smile got bigger.

"I realized something, you know. Everytime I say a name that starts with a P, you are the one acting weird."

"Paul? Pablo? Pamela?" you joked, trying to avoid the topic of the conversation that involved Peter and you.

"Peter Parker, you dumb."

"What about Peter? You asked, looking at your nails without showing interest. You knew that it was getting harder for you to pretend that your heart didn’t beat for that brown-haired boy with brown eyes, it was impossible not to pretend to be disappointed when he treated you like a friend.

"You know what happens with Peter. Don't try to fake it, I know."

"Oh, now you are clairvoyant?"

"No, I recognize when my friends are falling for each other."

Damn, you didn’t know where Ned got that, you didn’t know when he realized it and read through your face. Ned opened his mouth in surprise and leapt from his bed as he shouted.

"It's real, oh my god!"

"What? But you…"

"I wasn't really sure, but now I know. You love him, you love Peter."

Just in that moment, you heard Ned’s grandmother’s voice, saying that Peter had already arrived. You gave Ned a look, making him promise not to say anything, and he wouldn’t embarrass you in front of the guy you liked. It was common that on weekends you organized a night with your friends, you watched movies and spent time acting as some weird fans of vintage movies and sagas that seemed never to end. Barely five seconds later, Peter entered Ned’s room and his eyes set on you, then passed to his friend.

"Hi, Peter, look who's here." said Ned, pointing his finger at you.

"Yes, I'm here. Stop acting weird." you said, as you gave a hateful look at your best friend. Then, you looked at Peter and smiled at him." Hi, Peter, how are you doing?"

Just a couple minutes later and the three of you were watching the movie start, you were thinking about Ned knowing about your feelings for Peter and you felt so nervous about that. Ned was a good friend but he didn't know how to keep secrets. Just days after he knew that his friend was Spiderman, he kindly forced Peter to tell you too. On the other hand, he was always telling secrets he heard about other people and gossiping with you. Sometimes it was cool to know things about your school mates but other times, you wished you never knew things people kept in secret for a good reason. However, your revealed secret was something that you didn't want to share so soon and you prefered to keep for yourself.

Peter was seated next to you, your head was on his chest, while you watched the movie on screen. You loved these moments with Peter, those moments when you both were so comfortable with the other that no boundaries existed between both of you. That was your big dilemma, sometimes you wanted to tell him the truth but what if things went too complicated after telling you like him? Just in that moment, his hand went through your hair and started doing a hairstyle. You had taught her how to braid a year ago, and ever since then, he took the opportunity to braid them every time you lay on her chest. His hand in your hair calmed you and made you close your eyes, because you could think of nothing but him.

"Mm if you keep doing that, I think I’m going to fall asleep all over you, Peter." you whispered, as you yawned.

You looked up and Peter was staring at you in silence. He was too cute to be real, his brown eyes were magical. As you looked at him, you were afraid that a thread of drool would come out of your mouth, but the boy just watched you as if you were the only girl in the world, not caring about the movie at all. Before you could say anything, Ned jumped out of his place and made you miss the moment you were sharing. Ned was scared after seeing a scene in the scary movie you were watching. You took advantage of the interruption to get up and go to the bathroom.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and thought of Peter. You felt comfortable with him, it was like you could spend all your days lying on his chest and with his hands in your hair. He gave you peace, your heart beating for him it was impossible to reverse. You were in love with Peter Parker, aka Spiderman.

A few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom and went back to Ned’s bedroom. The door was ajar and you heard that the two boys were talking low. You didn’t want to look nosy, your intentions weren’t to get into what they didn’t tell you, but you thought it was weird that your friends were talking when you weren’t there. They usually tell you everything.

"I’m not interested in her, Ned. I like her and I like spending time with her, but I’m not interested romantically." the silence was abrupt, but then, he kept talking." Besides, there’s someone else I like."

Your heart broke into hundreds of pieces. Ned must have said something to Peter, your best friend must have told Peter how you felt about him. But hearing his rejection was worse than what you could have imagined. Your eyes filled with tears and you walked away, avoiding making sounds. You didn’t want to go back to Ned’s bedroom now that your heart was broken, it was much more than you could bear. So you went downstairs and said bye to Ned’s grandmother, and you added that something had come up at the last minute and you’d see Ned at school.

The next morning, you struggled to walk to school. It wasn’t just because you felt sad, but because you were ashamed. Shame on what Peter could tell you, shame on looking at Ned. You didn’t know the whole story, you’d just heard a piece of the conversation before you left, but it was enough to know that Peter was in love with Liz and that he just saw you as a friend. It was nothing new, but no matter what, your heart was still sore. You didn’t know how you could see your friends now that you knew the truth. Maybe you would have preferred ignorance.

The first class you had was math and you noticed that Peter greeted you from a distance, his smile lit up his eyes and you thought he looked like a puppy. Other days you would have raised your hand, and the fact of seeing him in class would have done everything to make your day better. However, he being there was a constant reminder that he was not romantically interested in you. So you just sat in a chair and avoided paying attention to him for the rest of the class. At recess, you locked yourself in the girls' bathroom so you wouldn’t have to talk with Ned or Peter. However, Ned sent you a bunch of texts, saying that Peter was worried and that he was too. He asked if something had happened to you, and after 20 messages he started ringing your phone with calls. Your only solution was to turn off the device and continue to ignore your friends.

The next class was PE, which you also shared with Ned and Peter. You wanted to skip and go home, but you couldn’t miss class. So you tried to ignore them once more, as you watched Liz sit in the bleachers, talking to her friends. While you were doing an exercise, Ned came up to you and Peter looked at you like a fucking stalker from a distance.

"What 's going on?

"I heard you talking yesterday."

Ned started smiling. "That’s great! So why are you ignoring us? I’m the fucking Cupid himself."

Yeah, Liz and Peter would make a nice couple, you thought sarcastically. You got up off the floor and continued with the class, while Ned came back to Peter’s side and told him he didn’t know what the hell was going on with you. The next attempt was Peter’s. He approached you in the same class and ran his hand timidly through his hair.

"Are you alright? D' you have your period? I thought it was gone last week."

You were embarrassed by the fact that Peter knew that detail, maybe you should start to control a little of the things you said in front of your friends, but you denied with your head.

"I’m fine, Peter, I’m not menstruating."

"So what happens? I’m worried."

"I think you have other things to worry about, like superhero stuff, not the things that happen with your friend."

"But you worry me too."

You shook your head. "I’m fine, believe me."

In the distance, Ned knew it was time to talk to you and Peter.

Ned advised Peter to walk you home after school and you’d refused, saying it wasn’t necessary because you only lived a few blocks away. Peter seemed really confused by the fact that you were denying spending time with him. On other occasions you would have said yes, although now everything felt bittersweet. Anyways, you walked the streets in absolute silence, not wanting to interrupt the quiet walk. Peter threw a lot of glances at you but you kept yourself seeing your own feets moving. Once you got to your front door, you whispered goodbye and Peter took your arm, stopping you.

"Wait."

You turned at him, you felt the electricity running through your skin and for a moment, you wanted him to feel the same for you. You looked at his face, he wanted to read what was going on in your mind. A part of you wanted everything to go back to normal, to see him smile again. You wanted to send to the trash your pride and your own thoughts, you didn’t like being apart from Ned and Peter.

"What 's up, Pete? It’s late and I have to do math homework."

Peter shook his head and didn’t let go of your hand. "I know something is happening to you, and if I was the one to blame I…"

"You’re not the one to blame, it’s not like you can change your feelings, anyway."

You shut your mouth and cursed, you didn't want to reveal what you felt about him but you had been all the morning trying to hide your feelings, that now was hard to keep pretending you were fine. You weren't fine with Peter dating someone else, you weren't okay with Peter thinking of you just as a friend.

"What feelings do you have?"

"The feelings I have for you that you clearly don’t have for me. You have that kind of feelings for Liz."

"Liz?"

Damn, Peter’s confusion was starting to irritate you.

"Yeah, the girl who drives you crazy."

"Liz doesn’t drive me crazy. You bring me crazy."

It was your turn to get confused.

"I heard you talking yesterday, Peter. You obviously have feelings for Liz and you see me as a friend."

He spent a few seconds in silence, Peter looked confused. You wondered if you heard wrong, if maybe your own illusions had caused you to hear things that hadn’t happened. It was impossible for Peter to have feelings for you. Almost as if he was reading your thoughts, he continued to speak, unable to separate his hand from your arm.

"I was talking 'bout you. You’re the girl I like. You're the girl who is always in my mind. Ned suddenly asked me about Liz when you weren't around and I told him that I saw her as a friend. I'm not interested in her, not the way I'm interested in you."

"So… I misunderstood the whole conversation?"

"You did." as he answered your question, he smiled like a puppy. Damn, he was cute just like a puppy.

Realization came to your face, you had heard a small part of your friends' conversation and regretted not staying a while longer. You’d avoided the boys because you thought Peter wasn’t interested in you, and now that you knew the truth, your heart started beating like crazy. His hand was still attached to your arm and you were so close that it didn’t take much effort to get even closer. You stared at his lips, you asked yourself if it was okay if you both kissed each other.

"Now stop acting like two idiots and kiss each other, please."

You both looked at Ned, who was standing a few feet away from you, listening and watching the whole scene as if it were a romantic comedy. He even had his cellphone recording your conversation. You didn’t know when he arrived, maybe he'd been all the way behind you and you hadn’t even noticed. You laughed, because Ned really felt like Cupid among his friends.

"It's weird if you look at us while we kiss." you said to him, showing your point and Peter agreed with you.

"But I'm Cupid, I'm the one who did this for you."

"Get out!"

Peter and you yelled at him, and Ned turned around while you stared at each other. You could hear the boy whispering that you were terrible friends but you were focused only on Peter. It was weird to kiss him, you had imagined a lot of ways you could do it and nothing looked like the situation that was happening at the time. You held your hands to Peter’s cheeks and his lips brushed against yours, until the kiss was consummated. It was soft and cute, just as Peter.

"Yes, I'm fucking Cupid!" you heard Ned yelling in front of all the people in the streets.

You and Peter laughed in the middle of the kiss.

[applesbloominthefield]

BRIDGERTON S2 REVIEW WITH SPOILERS (and comparisons to the book)

bridgerton s2 was lovely! I to be honest dont know where to start. though i guess i should start with the obviouse stars of the show.

The chemistry of Simone and Jonathan is impeccable and I could not ask for a better casting.

Kate and Anthony's plot were well thought out in my opinion, and I loved the gutwrenching-ly good slowburn the show delivered. The lines were very well written, and I'm grateful that they chose to make them fall in love with each other naturally and in their own pace rather than the rushed feel in the books. I like that they weren't verbatim FORCED TO MARRY BECAUSE OF A BEE! but still incorporated that fear of Anthony's without making it a huge phobia of the bees itself rather than his own fear of the memories of his father's death, losing his father, and what his family especially his mama and him had to go through.

though to be honest, i also quite liked the book's version where Eloise was the one to have witnessed her father's death, i feel as though it would make her relate much more with Sir Crane (IF her love plot would follow the books).

back to Kate, the one thing I really wished they would've put in the show is Kate's fear of storms. I loved that Anthony's irrational fear of bees were dimmed, and I know it would've added to mere subplot in the show, but I think Kate's fear of storms and the story of her biological mama's death would've bonded them more rather than just their lust for each other in the beginning, for example, the library scene in the book i think is better than the one in the show.

The ending felt rather anticlimactic to me, and i truly don't know why. I don't know if it's just me, i dont know if it's because i set up too high of an expection for a grand ending, of course i'm happy for them, and i still love the ending, but i dont know why i cant help but feel like they couldve done better? OR IDK MAYBE IM JUST A SUCKER FOR WEDDING SCENES IN MOVIES AND SHOWS AND WAS A BIT DISAPPOINTED THAT THEY DIDNT SHOW IT? thats probably it

Eloise's plot this season was chef's kiss! And I don't have much to say about her character and the comparisons in the books.

I at first, was shocked to watch that in the show Edwina actually fell in love with THEE Lord Bridgerton, because in the book she just felt kinda burdened and (i feel that she feels) uncomfortable with the whole trying to find a spouse who'd be able to support mama and Kate too; plus it was really obvious to her in the book that Kate and Anthony were smitten by one another.

I do like that Edwina, in the show is sure and strongheaded in what she believes in and wants for herself, even if in the beginning it might not seem that way.

The Featherington's subplot about the mines etc, PLUS THE WEIRD THING GOING ON WITH LADY FEATHERINGTON AND THE NEW LORD FEATHERINGTON is kinda weird and uneccesary me thinks, but idk maybe it's because i dont really care for them except for Penelope.

Penelope's plot this season was meh, but that's because I suspect she'll have a more bigger role in S3 or even have the third season be for her and Colin (since we did find out that Shonda said she would not go in order according to the books, and we were left by that cliffhanger of Colin saying he would never court Penelope which is not much of a cliffhanger should you want to read the books) Also, i really dont like how she was selfish enough to keep Eloise from meeting Theo, like I know she was trying to protect herself, but SHE LITERALLY could've gone to another print shop LIKE PAYING A BIT MORE AND MOVING, IN THE SAME TIME AS TO NOT HURT YOUR BEST FRIEND'S FEELINGS OR EXPOSE UNWANTED SECRETS IS WORTH IT DANGIT, and Eloise and Theo could enjoy each other's companies much longer.

Colin's a dumbass. A literal dumbass. Everytime i see his face and the decision he makes i just go "dumbass..." I literally do not hate him, but you get it right? like? right?

Benedict's plot for me was also meh, though I do not wish for the showrunners to make him a drug addict please! ISTG it wont add any substance to his character

Im far more interested in Francesca's plot and how they're going to manage to mend it in the third season.

Gregory and Hyacinth always cute as ever, and I LOVED that exchange between Gregory and Anthony, also that ball scene of the Sharmas and Bridgertons dancing together!!

Daphne's role wasnt that significant in this season but that's to be expected, but I loved how even if she is younger than Anthony by age, she knows more in terms of emotional intelligence than him (even if all the Bridgertons seem to share one single brain cell :))

The Queen's plot is also interesting. I can see how she loves The King so, but is so sad and heartbroken by him at the same time and how she wishes to be able to repeat time just to seep in the good old days with His Majesty.

ALSO LADY BRIDGERTON?? LIKE I EXPECTED MORE FROM YOU GIRL!! But then again, i think it kinda made sense for her not to push so much since in the beginning of S2, she pushed and Anthony just kept being more aggravated at her, but like idk i guess i just kinda missed how she pushed Daphne, bcs come on, a mother's feelings are never wrong.

Lady Danbury's always-meddling and never-minding-her-own-business is great although sometimes annoying, I can see why it's definitely of use.

I DEFINITELY LOVED the fact that in the show, they clearly chose to marry each other because THEY DO love each other and are brave enough to declare so.

SONG CHOICES THIS SEASON WERE QUESTIONABLE?? WHY HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE BY CALVIN HARRIS? WHY NOT LITERALLY ANY OTHER SONG IN THIS WORLD. i liked the song choices in S1 better tbh.

LETS GIVE A HUGE ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR THE CREW! I HAVE TO GIVE THEM A SPECTACULAR APPRECIATION FOR THEIR ATTENTION TO DETAIL, AND DEDICATION TO MAKE THIS SEASON THE SHT! especially the writers pls :,) i thought the i burn for you scene in s1 was pheww, but there are 3 scenes in s2 that just melted my being away, which were the HONOR line scene, CONSUME MY VERY BEING - LILIES scene, and last but not least the YOU MUST FEEL IT, BECAUSE I DO line scene.

Overall even with room for improvement for the next season, or things they could've done better (for me) this season was wonderful, and im always a sucker for a good enemies to lovers plot <3

Kathony! You will always be famous!

[hyunverse]

BUNGA (FLOWER) | FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

gender neutral.

summary; you’re megumi’s dream person.

note; i wrote this bcs my birth name is actually a type of flower ugh the self indulgence also i like butterflies. also inspired by a song called bunga by masdo. i recommend listening to the song while reading. bunga means flower in malay!! also pls open the gif for better quality.

YOU REMIND MEGUMI OF A FLOWER. white orchids; they symbolize purity. and that’s exactly what you are to him.

fushiguro megumi remembers this one day when he and tsumiki had went to a flower garden together. he didn’t know why tsumiki suddenly felt like visiting a garden, but he followed anyway. he observed as his sister looked at the flowers around them, a smile never leaving her face and her eyes were practically sparkling. it felt nice to see his sister actually enjoy herself, especially after their parents got up and abandoned them, leaving tsumiki with all the house chores.

“look at all these flowers!”, tsumiki caressed the petals with her fingers, thumb gently gliding over the flowers, “they look so nice, don’t you think so megumi?”

megumi didn’t reply, he opted to stand beside his older sister. tsumiki explained the symbolisms of the flowers she knew of. the raven head looked stoic, as if he wasn’t listening to any of her words but the truth is, he was. he found the symbolism behind the white orchids particularly interesting. it suited the orchids’ physical appearance. white and innocence just made sense.

as the siblings chatted (though it technically was one sided on tsumiki’s part), a cat walked towards the duo. the ball of orange fur purred and nudged it’s head on tsumiki’s legs, immediately getting the teenage girl’s attention. she kneeled down, her previous smile growing wider.

petting the cat, she looked up at her younger brother, “aren’t cats so adorable?”.

“yeah,” megumi uttered. a lie. he wasn’t a big fan of cats, he found them annoying. dogs are better, that’s what he believed in but he didn’t have the heart to say that to his sister. not when she looks the happiest she had been in a while.

“and the weather’s really nice today!”, she added, eyes glancing up at the sky. the sun was glaring right into her eyes, so her pupils shrunk. she didn’t mind however, she had always loved sunny days. the sunlight shone right above their heads, and megumi didn’t like it. he could feel drops of sweat trickling down his back, causing his shirt to cling onto his skin. megumi much prefers when it’s cloudy, shades of grey in the sky, the perfect weather for staying at home and reading books.

even so, he just nodded, “mhm.”

shortly the sun started to set, spreading orange hues throughout the sky. flocks of birds returned to their nests, and so the fushiguro siblings made their way back to their abode. on their way tsumiki stole glances at her brother, letting out a dry chuckle everytime she notices the lack of expression on his face.

“you should smile more you know, megumi”, she ruffled his erratic hair, “you won’t get much friends if you keep on frowning like that”, she teased.

he grumbled, “i don’t care if i don’t have friends.”

megumi thought it was ridiculous. why would it matter, anyway? he’s fine being alone. people are bothersome; they’re too loud and they stress him out. especially the stupid punks in school who thinks they could do whatever they want. megumi simply shrugged and pushed his sister’s words out of his mind. scratch smiling and being likeable.

yet here he is, smiling at you. over no particular reason too.

currently, he’s walking along a beach with you. you; dressed up in a white sundress, a pair of sandals in your right hand. the sand burns under fushiguro’s feet but he couldn’t feel it over the fast thumping of his heart, he couldn’t feel the heat when his whole skin is tingling. he trolls behind you, walking over the footsteps you made. your sundress flows to the rhythm of your walk, flying slightly up when the wind blows your way, exposing the plush skin of your thighs. fushiguro looks away from your figure, his fair complexion tinted with blush.

you’re his best friend, he’s not supposed to look at you like that.

“it’s so nice here, megumi!”, you call out to him as you stand at the edge of the sea. waves crash, they trickle up to your toes. with a smile you hold up your hand for megumi to hold.

bashfully, megumi walks up to you and takes your hand in his. he’s reluctant, for he dislikes his hands. they’re cold and filled with callouses. so when you grip his hand as though you didn’t intend to let go, when your thumb rubs against his, he feels less insecure of his hands. the sensation of your hand in his is hot, it burns; however it feels nice.

megumi fushiguro hates warmth, but if it’s your warmth, he’d enjoy burning in heat.

the sand by the sea doesn’t feel hot on your feet. the waves get bigger and bigger; till they reach up to your ankles. you giggle because it tickled, the sound of your laughs reaching megumi’s ears. he turns to his side to see you crouching down, collecting the water in your hands.

that’s when megumi concluded, your whole existence screams purity.

a week later megumi meets you again. sometime at 11pm, by an oak tree—your usual meeting spot. the oak tree is large, it’s impossible to miss it. you stand under the oak tree, allowing dried leaves to fall onto your head, getting stuck in your hair. you know megumi would get all the leaves out of your hair. he does it everytime. he’ll pick out all the leaves out of your hair while lecturing you, though his words enter one ear then out from another. no matter how many times he says “i can’t do this all the time”, even he himself knows he would.

from afar megumi watches his best friend run around the flower field, chasing butterflies. your hair gets swept away by the wind as your hands stretch up to the sky, desperately trying to get a butterfly to land on your hand. you’re wearing a jumpsuit, the white color of the material truly brought out your skin tone. your complexion is glistening, and it makes megumi’s heart throb.

“they’re scared of you, y/n,” he finally says, putting both your hands down. the butterflies fly away from your sight, and you pout.

“but they’re so pretty,” you sigh, watching as the butterflies choose to fly anywhere but on your fingers. and then one lands on top of megumi’s shoulder.

your eyes widen, holding the sides of megumi’s figure to make him stay still. megumi could see sparks in your eyes when you admire the blue butterfly. soft is the expression you wear on your face. he likes it on you. that cute expression of yours makes megumi fall five times harder for you even when he knows he shouldn’t.

“you’re like a flower ‘gumi. it likes you.”

ridiculous, he thinks. you’re the flower. it’s obvious by the way your body moves under the moonlight, and how insanely beautiful you are.

fushiguro megumi doesn’t say anything in return, as always. he rarely does. if possible, he wants to avoid you from finding out just how in love he is with you.

after that day, you never show up under the oak tree, a few minutes distance from jujutsu high. he’ll wait for hours long only to be disappointed.

--at least not until his birthday comes, about a few months later. his face turns pale once he spotted you. you wait by the jujutsu high gate with a wide smile on his face, as if you didn’t ghost him for three months.

"glad to see you doing okay," the apple of your cheeks seem more prominent when you smile, megumi feels an urge to kiss them.

"i haven't seen you in so long," megumi mumbles, "happy to see you here today."

you grin and hold up your hand for him to take per usual, and didn’t mutter anymore words until the two of you reach a café in the outskirts of tokyo.

“nice café,” the raven comments , glancing at you. you’re wearing a puffy sleeved white blouse now—honestly, do you only own white clothes?

“found it on instagram”, you mutter, “i thought you’d like it. happy birthday, megumi.”

megumi smiles for the first time today. as a jazz song plays, he eats the birthday cake you purchased for him quietly. the cake tastes delicious (to be fair, anything you buy him is perfect) because it’s not too sweet. the fact that you remember his preference makes his smile grow a little wider.

you hum to the song and rest your head on his shoulder. it seems like the two of you are the only ones in the café—a much needed privacy. you’re usually touchy with him, and he prefers affection to be private. typically they make megumi blush, and he doesn’t want people to witness him all flustered.

“did you miss me, megumi?”, he replies to your question by nodding and placing his hand on top of yours.

serenity is this feeling, megumi thinks.

at the corner of the café stands an antique grandfather clock. it’s sounds are so loud, they resonate the whole environment. megumi suddenly becomes hyper aware of the sound, there’s a pounding in his head. the sound becomes louder and louder, to the point where megumi couldn’t feel your skin under his. he shuts his eyes close, an impossibly bright light glares his eyes.

“fushiguroooo!”, an annoying voice yells. itadori’s voice, megumi is certain.

the pounding in his head slows down. his sapphire eyes flutter open, and he realizes the light he saw was sunlight rays peeking through his blinds.

“seriously fushiguro, we’ve been calling you for an hour now. hurry up, we’re going out to eat in five. to celebrate your birthday”, megumi looks up to see nobara standing behind itadori. 

they’re both leaning against his door frame. itadori is dressed in a yellow hoodie, while nobara rocks a coat over a turtleneck. the female sorcerer holds her toy hammer tight in her grip, her eyes boring through megumi’s figure. by her posture, megumi guesses she was about to hit him with the squeaky hammer if only he didn’t wake up sooner.

fucking menaces, they could’ve left him to sleep for a little more. he hasn’t seen you in so long, he wanted to sleep in to spend time with you.

finally rubbing his eyes awake, the boy looks at the vase of orchids sitting on his nightstand. he sighs before standing up.

megumi will find you someday, he promises. if you’re a flower, he’ll gladly be the butterfly.

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[anythingbutmar]

Lonely

Diego Hargreeves x reader

Summary: You love Diego, but you get tired as he keeps ditching you to save the world. Fortunately, he knows how to make it up to you.

Prompts: 21.“Shut up.” “Well why don't you come over here and make me?" 23."For the love of fuck.” “Yeah that's me, I love to fuck."

A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ACTUAL SMUT AND I’M SCARED, also, this is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I’m so proud! I love getting more and more Diego requests.❤

Warnings: unprotected sex, drinking, angst.

You know how you're still quite sensitive a few days after your period is gone? You told yourself that was the reason why you were sitting on your livingroom floor, drinking a wine bottle by yourself and crying your eyes out. But you knew the real reason had nothing to do with your cycle.

Diego had failed you, again. Maybe failed was too strong of a word, but he was late to your dinner for the third time in a week, and you truly wanted to understand him, but it was so damn hard.

It had been exactly a month and nine days since the day that he had stormed in your apartment rambling about JFK, 1963, the apocalypse and a commission. It took you a week to process the whole thing not only because it was incredibly hard to believe it, but because he kept adding details here and there like an excited little boy, except he wasn't excited at all, he was just mad at himself for not being able to save a president that had been dead for almost eighty years.

And so, he freed himself of his anger the only way that he knew: on the streets, which usually took him away from you for a few hours, but it was already one in the morning and he wasn't answering any of your texts and phone calls, so you drank and you weeped while listening to Toni Braxton.

You could say that Diego had changed for the better. He was no longer blaming his disgraces on his siblings, he told you he wanted things to get serious because of how much he missed you and you could see even more kindness in his eyes, but it still wasn't what you wished. You had always wanted him in every possible way, but this time you were asking for more, because even though he was your entire world it seemed as if you were never enough for him, given how he preferred to fight criminals over sharing one meal with you.

If you wanted to, you could have kept replaying depressing thoughts in your head, but you were tired already, so you laid your head on the couch and drifted away, holding onto an empty bottle.

And that is exactly how Diego found you half an hour later. He truly felt sorry, but he didn't want to wake you up, and he didn't want to fight, and in general he just didn't want to face you knowing he had disappointed you and a complete country, so he grabbed you in his arms, wanting to carry you to your bed, but even as you slept rage kept burning in the pit of your stomach, and it was that rage that woke you up, right as he was lifting you off the floor, so of course, your natural response was aggressively wiggling your way out of his arms until he accidentally dropped you. You could notice that he was about to laugh until he saw the terrifying look in your eyes and stopped himself.

Diego was no mirror, but you could almost see yourself through his expression. Messy hair, ruined makeup and wine stained lips. He might as well have called you Madremonte already, because you knew you must have looked just like her, same anger in your gaze.

"Where were you?" The alcohol could have blurred your vision but you could see him quite clearly, and it made you wanna cry because you loved him so damn much and you just wanted him to love you back.

"You know it's not a specific place, I just go around town."

"I'm not a jealous person Diego, but I'm not stupid either, and you can't expect me to be waiting for you as you're out there every night saving god knows who. It sounds ridiculous, but I envy an entire city because everyone in it gets to spend more time with you than I do."

Tears poured out again as you remembered the night you met him. You had just quitted your job and were too distracted with your worries to notice the robber creeping up behind you. Thankfully, Diego was there on his silly latex suit, and unlike you he had seen the guy, and he scared him before he could even touch you, freaking you out in the process, but he made it up by inviting you for a drink, and so, your "relationship" started, but it wasn't until that day when he showed up in your doorstep with longer hair and bigger problems that he'd actually adressed it as such. He had asked you to be his girlfriend, and you couldn't be happier to accept, you just didn't know it was going to be this hard, and thinking back to the days where he was saving you hurted like hell, because even though you didn't want to say it out loud, you knew you were alone now while he was saving everyone else.

Diego remained silent, he looked regretful, but that wasn't going to ease your pain.

"You don't have to say anything, I already know what you think. You regret this, you regret us." He frowned deeply, as if he expected anything but what you'd just said.

"What? Of course not!"

"You do! No matter how much you try to hide it it's the truth, you can't even stand to look at me anymore and I don't even know what I did!" Your breath escalated as you let out everything that you couldn't say before.

"Shut up Y/N, you don't even know what you're saying."

"It's not even what you try to tell me everytime! You don't think you've failed me, you just don't want me, so you go out to seek comfort on your fucking hero complex! You'll never learn that you can't save everyone and I don't understand why but somehow you resent me for it!" You screamed and it felt good even though he was right, you were just making up reasons for something that you couldn't understand, but he needed to know how much his absence harmed you.

"Listen to yourself! You're literally not making any sense! I've told you nothing but the truth since I got here because I want things to work between us, and when I say that I come late at night because I know I could have done more to protect you I really mean it. I can't face you when I fail at making you safe." He didn't even seem mad, he just looked frustrated, which actually made you sadder because you didn't want that to be the truth, you didn't want him to feel bad for something that he couldn't control.

"I should just leave, there's no point in arguing."

"No Y/N, you don't have to go, just shut up." He grabbed your wrist softly, letting you choose, and a devilish smirk appeared on your face as you got an idea.

"Well why don't you come over here and make me?" He looked surprised for a few seconds, but when the anger in your eyes turned into lust he mimicked your expression, more than eager to finish the discussion the right way.

He strengthened his grip on your wrist and he pulled you towards him so that there wouldn't be any space between you two, he looked down at you and kissed you passionately, playing with the hem of your skirt and gesturing for you to jump, and so you did, your legs hugged his waist and your hands tangled in his hair just the way he liked it as he walked to your bedroom, carrying you in a different way than he had planned earlier.

He sat you down on the bed and started undressing himself with quick clumsy movements that scattered his clothes all around the room, which might have not looked quite sexy to a normal person passing by, but to you, watching his back tense as he took his shirt of and threw it towards your nightstand was incredibly hot.

So you tried to do the same, to see if he would look at you the same way, but of course, you were still tipsy, and you almost fell to the ground for the second time while stumbling on your own skirt, but Diego’s arms were there to hold you once again, and much to your surprise, there was love and passion in his eyes, which only made you desire him more, but just when you were about to kiss him again, he stopped.

“You’re not sober baby, are you sure you want to do this?” He looked concerned and it made you soft because he was just such a good man.

“Diego Hargreeves, I’m not entirely drunk and I’m giving you my explicit consent.” You mocked him a little but you regreted it instantly, because as soon as you said the words he pushed you on the bed and removed your underwear, the last piece of clothing between you.

You reached out to kiss him and this time he kissed you back with the hunger of an animal. His hand went to your throat and pressed lightly, which gained a moan from you and allowed his tongue to finally meet yours, but it was too slow for you, you wanted more and more and more than you could take, so you turned the game and got on top of him, which he didn’t seem to enjoy as much.

Diego loved being in control, and by taking it away from him you were showing him what would happen if he ever made you feel lonely again.

You put your hands on his shoulders and eagerly lowered yourself on his dick, slowly taking it all in and getting used to his size before you started bouncing. It felt incredibly empowering to be in control and it made you drip with arousal.

He tried to help you by thrusting his hips but you pushed him down. You knew all about his games, he would start regaining his dominance bit by bit and before you knew you would be beneath him, begging for his mercy. But you weren't about to let that happen, not today.

“Damn.” He cursed both in pleasure and surprise.

You wouldn't even let him grab your hips, you fastened your pace by yourself and he was completely helpless, and the thought of him not being able to do anything he wanted made it harder for you to last. You had just started and you were about to cum already, all because it had been days since the last time he made you feel like this.

Apparently, your orgasm closing in was noticed by both of you, because the minute you got distracted in your pleasure he lifted you and helped you place yourself on his face, and when he was finally allowed to move he took advantage of it.

He ran his tongue across your folds in a painfully slow matter a few times before concentrating on your clit, licking and sucking fast and hard, the way he knew would make your knees shake in a matter of seconds.

“Oh for the love of- fuck!” He twirled his tongue around that extremely sensitive spot one last time before you came in his mouth.

You laid beside him, legs pressed together in adrenaline and a smile on your face, you had missed him in every possible way.

“Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck.” He laughed stroking your hair and pushing a few loose strands away in a loving matter. Diego was the absolute king of aftercare, he always seemed to know exactly what you needed, and he made sure you felt safe and loved before you both drifted off. “You do know that’s never going to happen again, right?”

“Oh it will happen over and over if you keep pissing me off, and I kinda liked being on charge for once.” You turned to face him but he wasn’t laughing with you. He wasn’t serious either, he was just staring at you as if you were an ethereal being, as if he couldn’t believe you were laying next to him, afraid that if he blinked or looked away you might slip from his arms.

“I love you baby, and I promise you will never ever feel alone again, and I’ll only leave when you want me to.”

You kissed him, a tiny peck on the lips to ensure him that you believed his words before you fell asleep, finally feeling how his warmth made your pillows softer, your bed more comfortable and your dreams more beautiful.

[elisaphoenix13]

Once Upon A Summer (Ch.7)

Tony didn't really remember going up to Peter's room, but that was where he found himself. Sitting in the darkened room as the boy napped and watched him sleep. He always treated Peter like his own kid, but now it was actually, biologically true. Now all he could think about were the what ifs. And did May know? She didn't give any indication that she did, and now Tony was going through the fifteen years of his son's life in the span of a few days because of a wonky spell.

He supposed it was fate's way of giving him another chance to be in his son's life from infancy. And Peter had been a complete angel so far. Tony was actually a little jealous that he wasn't there when he was born...but he could understand why he might not have been told. He was a notorious playboy back then.

But Tony knew now and he was even more determined to give Peter everything once his mind wrapped around the fact that the boy was really his. It still didn't feel real.

Everytime Peter seemed to fall asleep, he grew just a little bit more as the magic wore off, and now he was about eight years old if Tony had to guess. In fact, he looked surprisingly familiar. Like he had seen Peter like this before. It was an itch he couldn't quite scratch, but it was easily pushed to the back of his mind when Peter finally stirred. Sleepy brown eyes blink open and the boy yawns before pushing his blankets away and sitting up.

"Hey Underoos. How was your nap?" Tony asks after clearing his throat.

"Good. I'm hungry." Peter mumbles as he rubs his eyes.

"It's not quite dinner time yet. How about a snack to tide you over for now?"

"Cheese and crackers?" Peter asks hopefully.

Tony laughs. "Sure. I think we can do that. If not, I'll send Mom to the store."

"I heard that!" Stephen calls from downstairs.

"He knows everything." Tony stage whispers, making Peter laugh.

Peter gets out of bed and Tony immediately stops him and looks down at his...diaper. It didn't grow with him this time and looked more than snug on the boy. Uncomfortable to say the least.

"Hang on kiddo. Let's get you out of that." Tony says, leading Peter to the master bedroom. "Friday, order something for Pete to wear. One outfit should be fine since he'll grow out of it tonight." He requests as he looks through his dresser.

"Yes Boss."

"Does he have his regular clothes here?" Stephen asks from the doorway and Tony looks over.

"Hmm...I think there's a few things I bought for him." Tony answers. "He still needs underwear that fits him though doesn't he?"

"Just stick him in a pair of those and a t-shirt." The sorcerer shrugs.

"T-shirt for now until the Underoos come." Tony snickers and pulls out one of his band shirts and helps Peter into it.

It was big and slipped over his shoulder, but it covered him more than adequately and Peter must have agreed since he peeled out of the room shouting about cheese and crackers. Stephen chuckled as he watched the boy go and his smile dropped a little when he looked back at Tony. The older man must have had a look on his face if the sorcerer was concerned.

"You alright?" Stephen asks softly.

"As much as I can be." Tony sighs. "I get this bomb dropped on me and while part of me is ecstatic, another is terrified."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"...when he's back to normal. I just hope he's not disappointed or thinks I abandoned him." Tony heaves another sigh and rubs his eyes.

"I've only seen the two of you interact for a few days, but I think it's safe to say that he adores you." Stephen assures. "And I'm not talking about idolization. He sees you as a father figure. Even proved it by calling you his father."

"He called Mom-" Tony smirks and Stephen rolls his eyes.

"We're not talking about me."

"Maybe we should." Tony says abruptly.

Stephen looks at him in confusion and Tony steps closer. This was a long time coming right? This talk? Or maybe he was mistaken and these feelings he formed were one sided? He wasn't one to question himself though. Tony didn't test the waters...he just jumped right in. So why was it different this time? Was this what it was like to be serious about someone? He only knew Stephen for a few days but he wanted to know more. He wanted to know if the sorcerer slept on his side, or if he snored (something told him there was no chance of that), or if he was the type to watch medical shows just to nitpick at the inaccuracies.

Tony would bet half his company that he was.

"What's there to talk about?" Stephen asks carefully.

"First of all, you stuck around. I'm pretty sure I mentioned that I expected you to only check in once a day...but here you are. Vacationing with us."

"As you pointed out, it was because I'm the one versed in magic and-"

"You know what I meant." Tony interrupts and steps a little closer. "Point two...Peter called you Mom and you didn't nip it in the bud." Stephen opens his mouth but Tony continues. "He was old enough to understand if you didn't want him to call you that. So why?"

Stephen swallows and Tony watches as the younger man's throat bobs with the motion. "I…"

"Point three…" Tony says, leaning closer. "You didn't send me to some weird dimension for doing this--" Tony pinches Stephen's ass and the sorcerer jumps. "--earlier. So either you didn't have the energy to care or...the curiosity isn't one sided."

Though it was brief, Tony saw Stephen's eyes widen for a split second before his face fell into neutrality again. Bingo. Tony's hopes flew to the heavens because Stephen was interested too. But he knew this wasn't just anyone else. He couldn't buy dinner and then expect to fall into bed with Stephen. Besides, he'd already done that the past few days. No, Tony wanted to properly woo the sorcerer. Make sure Stephen didn't feel like another one of his conquests... because he wasn't.

Tony could see a long future with him.

"Are you gonna kiss?"

Both Tony and Stephen startle and look down to find Peter standing by them and staring curiously up at them. When Tony saw how close he and Stephen ended up, he couldn't blame Peter for asking because he was so close to the younger man that if he hiccuped, he would have found himself lip-locked with the sorcerer. Tony was actually a little exasperated with Peter's ill timing but he did promise a snack for him. Who knew how long he and Stephen had been standing in the doorway of his bedroom.

"How about we get you some crackers?" Tony deflects and leads Peter back down to the kitchen.

"And cheese!" The boy declares, successfully distracted from his earlier question.

Tony looked over his shoulder at Stephen, who was descending the stairs behind them, and winked. The blush that adorned the younger man's cheeks was proof enough that his earlier assumption was correct and he really wanted to get back to that subject once Peter was properly occupied. Maybe a movie? No, it would probably have to be when the boy went to bed for the night. Tony still wanted to get every little bit of Peter's "childhood" while he could.

He decided to even make the lasagna he had mentioned earlier for dinner. While he got to work, Stephen helped Peter clean his shells and find a home for them. Even helped him get some underwear on when they arrived. Peter was given free reign of the tv until dinner was ready, which Tony was making the quick way, and Stephen sat on the couch to read. Tony would make the pasta from scratch another time, when he had time to prepare, but dried pasta would do for now. He, of course, took advantage of the sauce by asking Stephen to try it, and beamed when the sorcerer obliged him and was even impressed with the flavor.

When dinner was finally done, they all sat at the table with the lasagna and some garlic bread and Tony nearly laughed when Peter nearly inhaled a piece bigger than the flat of the spatula. The boy was suddenly growing quickly and Tony had to wonder if his mutant appetite was coming back. He would have to keep a closer eye on Peter.

"Enjoy dinner?" Tony asks Peter when he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Stephen had to grab a napkin to wipe his hands and face the right way, and made Peter grimace.

"It was yummy!"

"I'll make it even better next time." Tony promises as he gets up with his plate.

"I'd like to try it when you make the pasta yourself." Stephen admits. "But it was good."

"A dinner date? I accept." Tony smirks when Stephen blushes again and gets up with his plate as well as Peter's.

"Peter, go watch tv before it's time for a bath." Stephen says. "You need to get washed up before bed since we went to the beach."

"Okay!" Peter gets down from his chair and races back into the living room to watch a Disney movie.

Tony and Stephen cleaned up in the meantime, and Tony refrained from over flirting with Stephen. He'd already made the man blush at least twice in one day, but Tony would probably start up again once Peter was in bed. When everything was cleaned up, Tony herded the little boy up the stairs after his movie was over and ran a bubble bath for him which he helped Peter into once Tony helped him undress. To think just a few days ago, he would have been wildly uncomfortable with this situation. But now it didn't bother him. Maybe it was because Peter was actually his kid, or maybe it was because Tony had changed his diapers for the past week...or maybe it was both? Parenting wasn't easy by any means, but once he got into the groove of it, things didn't bother him as much.

"You alright by yourself while I go find you something to sleep in Underoos?" Tony asks after helping Peter into the tub.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright. Wash up." Tony leaves the bathroom to find another shirt and clean pair of underwear for Peter, content with the fact that Friday could tell him if anything happened in the couple of minutes he was gone.

Which was known to happen with kids. It admittedly made Tony nervous when he came across the potential accidents babies and kids could have while unsupervised. He had read that a baby could drown in a teaspoon of water and while he wasn't sure if that was accurate, he sure as hell didn't want to find out. He was glad for his AI for an entirely different reason.

"Alright Pete. Black Sabbath or Led Zeppelin?" Tony asks when he walks back to the bathroom with the two band t-shirts.

Peter looks over and tilts his head in thought. "Sabbath." He finally says.

"Good choice."

Tony helped him wash his hair, and Peter helped unplug the tub while Tony grabbed a towel to wrap him up in. The drying process was obnoxious and made the little boy giggle, and even Tony laughed when he pulled the towel away to find the mop of brown hair askew.

"Can I have a bedtime story?" Peter asks as Tony helps him get dressed.

"A bedtime story? What kind?"

Peter shrugs. "Dunno."

"Hmm…" Tony takes Peter to his room and helps him into bed. "Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Peter who went to bed. The end."

"That's a terrible story." Peter complains and Tony chuckles.

"How about the three little pigs? I think I can manage that." Tony offers and Peter nods and squirms under the blankets to get comfortable.

Peter was using the other guest bedroom since neither Tony nor Stephen expected him to grow back to normal like this. In all honesty, Tony thought he would just spring back to his teenage self, but it ended up being gradual. He didn't see the point of kicking Stephen out of Peter's actual room all of a sudden. They would deal with that tomorrow. At least an adult was still nearby in case Peter needed one of them.

Tony told him the fairytale of the three little pigs with his own spin since, in his own opinion, the original story was a yawn fest. By the time it was done, Peter was half asleep with his eyes almost closed and part of his face pressed into his pillow. Tony leaned forward to tuck him in and then kissed his forehead before moving away and standing. He quietly made his way to the door and turned off the light after making sure to keep a night light on, and as he started to slip out of the bedroom, he heard Peter talk.

"Love you Daddy."

Tony stops and looks back into the darkened room and smiles genuinely.

"Love you too Pete. Good night."

[theydontknowaboutusimagines]

Still The One - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)

*Kinda a companion to my series Outside the Rain... basically I didn’t like where I took that series, so I’m “starting over” with this one. It’s a bit of a flash forward about a year or so after where that series left off. You don’t necessarily have to read that series first, but you certainly can. 

I chose the title Still the One based on both song by the band Orleans and Shania Twain because I love both of these songs and I think both fit with where I’m going with this... hopefully. And... One Direction had a song by the same name too... so why not. 

**

“Like a cigarette without a light...like a whippoorwill without the night… a broken buzz that’s lost it’s high, oh baby that’s what I feel like,” you sang softly as you strummed the strings of your guitar.

You wrote down the lyrics into your journal. You had been itching to put this song… your feelings down on paper and you finally got around to doing it. Even though it was something you wanted, needed to do, it was also something that made everything you were feeling real.

It had been well over six months since you and Harry had ended your relationship. Technically, it was worded as a break, but it ended up being an actual breakup. Things had been going fine for the most part, but then 2020 happened and it all became too much. So, naturally, you pushed him away to the point neither of you were happy anymore. You even pushed your friends, the girls in the band you just reunited with, away.

Pushing people away, especially those you are closest with has always been your downfall. Whenever you’re feeling down or sometime of way, you rather deal with it alone because you don’t want to risk bringing down someone else. So, you just… push them away until they don’t want to bother with you anymore. Or they give you an ultimatum and you don’t choose them.

Which is exactly what happened with both relationships. Everything had been going great for you at the time. Your band was back together after you all took some time for solo projects and the fans were looking forward to you going on tour. But then, you injured your knee, putting the upcoming tour in jeopardy, which caused a rift between you and the girls. And it only got bigger and worse from there.

When it came to your love life, you were the happiest you’ve been in a long time. You met your ex, Harry Styles, at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, when you both performed and introduced Stevie Nicks that night. You and Harry had quickly hit it off and with the help of some nudging from your good old Aunt Stevie, you two got together. And you fell fast and hard.

And that’s exactly when things took a turn. With your knee injury, Harry had agreed to stay with you to help you out, but it was also around the same time that he had his own things he needed to do. You felt as if you were holding him back. Then there was a little mishap over an old photo, which eventually got resolved, but it also brought up some feelings that scared you.

So, with the mix of those two that then carried over into the hot mess of 2020, your abort mission instincts kicked it and well… now you’re in the exact place you had wanted all those months ago.

Suffering alone with a broken heart. Just when one injury fully healed, you brought another one upon yourself and honestly you didn’t know which one was worse.

You wrote half of the song when you finally couldn’t take it anymore. You had to stop and walk away. You put down your guitar, closed your journal, and went out to your balcony. You took deep breaths as you soaked up the remainder of the sunlight as the sun started to set and let the wind caress you.

All it would take is for you to pick up the phone and call him… call the girls… reach out and talk to them. But you couldn’t. Too much has been said and there’s been too much time that has gone by for a simple phone to make it all better. Besides, you don’t even know what you would say to any of them at the moment.

Especially to Harry. The second you hear his voice, you know you’d break down and wouldn’t be able to speak. And plus, did you even have the right to call him and expect him to even give you the time of day? You hurt him. You broke his heart just as much if not more than you broke your own. There’s a big possibility that he was over you, that he moved on, or that he was so pissed off at you, he didn’t want to hear anything you had to say.

And if you were being honest with yourself, the latter might actually hurt worse. The past few months, once the overwhelming feeling started to dissolve, you knew you had fucked up and of course, now you knew you royally fucked up.

Which meant Harry deserved to move on. He deserves someone who would choose him and wouldn’t push him away like you did, so with that being said, maybe…maybe it was time for you to let him go.

**

Punch after punch after punch, Harry strikes the punching bag in front of him. Sweat dripped down his face and chest as his arms burned with each hit. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm before going back to his punching fest. No matter how long he did this, no matter how long he went for a run, there was still this pressure built up inside his chest.

An ache that has been there for a while and no matter what he did, it wouldn’t go away. He even tried writing out his pain, but it only made it worse.

“You can’t keep doing this,” Jeff said from the doorway.

“Doing what?” Harry asked, chugging down some water.

“Sulking, feeling sorry for yourself, trying to beat the shit out of that bag to make yourself feel better,” Jeff mumbled.

“I’m working out,” Harry defends.

“That’s what you’re telling yourself, but it’s obvious,” Jeff said.

“What are you talking about?” Harry said, throwing off his boxing gloves.

“I get it, you’re still in love with Y/N and dealing with all of that shit on top of everything else, but avoiding what’s going on is going to work. You need to either try and reach out to her and get closure to whatever the fuck, or you need to move on, because this- this isn’t it,” he told him.

“Don’t you think I know that?” Harry snapped. “Do you think I enjoy feeling like this? I’m fucking tired of it! I thought… I fucking thought she was it for me, but once again I was too fucking blinded about falling in love, about wanting someone to come home to and look where it fucking got me.”

“You’re angry,” Jeff stated. “Let it out.”

“I can’t!” Harry snapped.

“Why not?” Jeff asked.

“Because I can’t be angry with her,” Harry sighed. “That’s the fucking problem. This… all of this shit would be so much easier if her breaking up with me was because she didn’t love or hell even if she cheated on me, but knowing she broke it off because she’s dealing with shit...I wasn’t enough for her. I wasn’t enough to help her. That’s my job… I’m supposed to be there for her… to help her… to protect her, and I fucking failed.”

“Hey,” Jeff rushed over, taking his best friend into his arms. “You didn’t fail. Y/N had her own issues, and she… I don’t know why she pushed you away, but that isn’t your fault.

Harry put his head into his hands, wiping away the sweat and the tears falling down his cheeks.

“I think...I think enough time has passed that you should reach out to her. It might be the best for the both of you,” Jeff suggested.

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

“The Grammy’s are in a few weeks, both of you are going to be there,” Jeff said. “Don’t you think it would be better for the two of you to hash this out before seeing each other for the first time on national TV?”

Harry sighed, knowing he was right, but he still didn’t know if he could bring himself to reach out to you just yet. He didn’t know if he could hear your voice and not break down. However, he knew he would have to face this eventually, but now wasn’t the time.

**

You were currently in your home studio laying down the track of the song you had recently written. You weren’t the best at mixing or producing, but you knew and were comfortable enough to make it sound half decent. At least until you could get some others to come in and work on it.

It took a few goes until you found one you were satisfied with. You downloaded and sent the demo to your crew.

“Okay, that’s enough for the day,” you mumbled.

You turned everything off before heading into your kitchen where you made yourself some food. Just as you were sitting down to binge watch another show, your phone rang. Your heart instantly sank at the sound of the ringtone, still after all this time, you got a bit anxious wondering who was on the other line.

Seeing Stevie’s name across the top brought both a little ease, but also a bit of disappointment.

“Hey, Stevie,” you answered.

“How’s my favorite goddaughter?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” you sighed.

“You don’t sound okay,” she noted.

“I’m just… going through it,” you mumbled. “I’ll be fine.”

“Aren’t we all,” she said. “But I also know that just because you keep saying you’re fine doesn’t mean you are.”

You sighed.

“Look, I’m back in town, why don’t you come over, spend a few days if you’d like, and we can talk through this because if I know you, you’ve been alone this entire time and that’s not good for anyone,” she said.

“How do you always know everything?” You mumbled.

“I’ve been around a long time and lived an interesting life, I know things,” she smirked.

“Apparently,” you sighed. “Fine, I’ll stop by tomorrow afternoon.”

“I look forward to seeing you,” she smiled.

You sighed, ending the call, and wondered what Stevie had up her sleeve.

**

Harry finished up rehearsals before stopping by to get food. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he sat in the car driving to home, well the place he stayed at while he was in LA. Even though he lived there, he couldn’t bring himself to call it home. It felt too empty, too cold for it to ever be a home.

Just as he pulled into his driveway, got out of his car, and carried his bag of food inside, his phone started to ring. Everytime his phone rang, he silently hoped it was you calling on the other line, but if it was, he didn’t know if he could bring himself to answer.

But it wasn’t you, but it was someone close to you… and to him. Stevie. He thought about not answering it, letting it go to voicemail then maybe following up with a text that he’ll call her soon, but he knew it wasn’t fair to let his relationship with her be affected by what happened with you.

“Hey,” Harry answered.

“Hello there, how’s everything going?” She asked.

“It’s going,” Harry laughed. “I just finished up rehearsals.”

“For the Grammys right?” She asked.

“Yep that would be it,” he said.

“How are you feeling about that?” She asked.

“Nervous… and excited, ready to get back on stage,” he answered.

“It’ll be a great night, I’m sure,” she said. “But I know you’re probably busy, but I wanted to let you know I’m back in town and I would love for you to come over for dinner tomorrow night, as long as you’re not busy.”

“Um… I’ve got another rehearsal earlier in the day, but I could stop around for a quick dinner,” he nodded.

“Great, it’s settled, then. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said.

Harry hung up and sat down with his food. It wasn’t exactly unheard of for Stevie to call him up and invite him over for dinner. They’ve both done that plenty of times, but there was something going on with this particular invite Harry just couldn’t put his finger on.

But whatever it was, he would find out tomorrow.

**

And there’s the first part... not sure how often I’ll update since I am still writing the Sunflower AU series, but I’m going to try and post every other week at first. 

Let me know your thoughts! 

[horansqueen]

Stuck With You - Chapter 21

Chapter 21: Tell Me

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College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Tell me what it's like to be with you Remind me of the things we use to do And tell me that this time will never end Tell me what it's like, tell me again

Everytime you stay It never feels quite the same And everytime you go It hurts a way you'll never know

Everything I fear Shows itself everytime you're here And everything I know (I know) Leaves with you everytime that you go

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NIALL

                                               It was not easy to ignore her. I had spent days doing exactly that but now that she had pushed me away, I couldn't do it anymore. I felt like a creep whenever I'd find myself staring at her for a bit too long. How could I just forget about her and pretend that nothing had happened between us? How could I just pretend I didn't care about her anymore? That I didn't think about her all the time? That I didn't have feelings for her? It felt completely stupid to go on with my life as if she hadn't been the most important part of it in the last few weeks... as if she was not still a big part of it.

I looked at her as she walked out of our class, laughing with Daxia and Asher about something I didn't hear. She raised her nose up in a grimace and giggled a bit more but I just pushed my hands in my pockets, remaining motionless as she left. She was better than me at pretending, and if I couldn't remember the way she had kissed me in the elevator, or the way she had looked at me when she found out I paid half her rent, I would believe her. Luckily (nor not?) I could clearly remember all of it. The way she had ground on my thighs as we kissed deeply and how she had whimpered when my cock had swollen between her legs... The way she let me touch her, the way she sucked on my tongue when we kissed in our room... but most of all, the way her eyes fluttered when I placed soft and slow kisses on her lips after my claustrophobic crisis... the way she had looked so hurt and sad whenever I left for whatever reason... the way I could hear pain in her voice every time I rejected her. It was all those things that kept hope alive inside me. You can't just forget about someone like that, right? Not someone who had that effect on you, no, I didn't want to believe it.

I waited, hopeful that maybe she'd glance back, giving me just enough fuel to keep hoping for something, but she didn't, and I ended up walking back to my room only to grab my guitar and my notebook. I scribbled a few words quickly, the first things that came to my mind when I thought about Devon, and found a melody just as fast.

I stared at some of the words written and felt my eyes flutter as I breathed in. I tried to stop the tears and swallowed them hard before clearing my throat and rubbing my eyes. It couldn't be the end, I didn't want it to be, and now that Devon was ignoring me the way I had ignored her, I couldn't help but hate myself, knowing it was what I actually put her through, and probably even worse.

I took my phone and snapped a picture of my notebook and my guitar, wondering how Devon would have taken the picture and knowing it would definitely have looked better than the one I was now posting on instagram, but it didn't matter. Somehow, I wished she would see it and realize it was for her, but I knew there was only a tiny chance for that. I hesitated but added a few words from the song I had just written in the description part and blinked a few times staring at it, wondering if it was a mistake.

"Every time we get this close, It's always pulling us apart."

--

Turns out Devon didn't like the picture or commented on it. I was not really expecting it but I was hoping for it, but if I knew one thing about Devon now, it was that she was really stubborn. It was not what emanated from her the most, in my opinion, and it wasn't as important as her intensity, her feelings, her fiery, her empathy and her sensitivity, but it was still a part of her that I couldn't deny. I couldn't blame her, most artists were stubborn, I was slightly entitled myself, but her stubbornness was strong and I liked it, even if it caused a problem at that exact moment.

When Lewis invited me home to watch the game, I almost refused. I wanted to see Devon, but she had asked not to see me, and it would have been wrong of me to go to her place, knowing she didn't want me around her. I wanted to respect her and what she wanted, even if I was desperate for a conversation with her. I knew I couldn't force her to have feelings for me, or to act on them. It was on her, and begging her or harassing her wouldn't change anything. In fact, it would make things worse and anyway, it was not the kind of things I did. If Devon ended up giving me a chance, it would be her decision, the same way it was my decision to push her away and not take all the chances she already gave me. A bad decision, but it was all mine.

I finally accepted when Lewis told me Devon was leaving for the evening and even if I was disappointed, I didn't show it or mention it. I couldn't stop wondering where she was going and with who as I drove to my friend's and when I parked. I stayed for a few minutes, sitting behind the wheel, trying to stop the erratic beatings of my heart. I hadn't felt like that for so long. It felt like a heartbreak all over again, except this time, the whole break up was my fault and the problem was me. I leaned my forehead on the wheel and sigh until I heard someone chuckle.

"Are you napping before the game?"

I sat up and leaned my head on the bench before sighing loud enough for Louis to hear.

"You’re here for Devon, I'm guessing." I just let out without enthusiasm, not even looking at him.

"Nop, I'm here because Lewis invited me to watch the game."

It made me frown and I turned my head his way as it was still leaning on the bench. "What?"

"Ya head." Louis shrugged, glanced at the door of the building before looking back at me. "I thought Dev was going to watch it with us."

I raised my eyebrows and started my car again, shaking my head slightly as Louis got closer. "Hey, mate, where are you going?"

"Devon doesn't want me near, I'm certainly not going to spend the evening in her vital space and make her uncomfortable." I explained, putting both my hands on the wheel.

"Dev doesn't want you to avoid her."

I sighed again and turned my head only to meet Louis' eyes. "She was pretty clear."

"You know she likes you, right?" Louis raised his eyebrows. "She wants you in her life."

"But she made it clear she didn't want me around. I can't just go with your words, okay? I have to go with hers."

I couldn't pretend it didn't feel good to hear from her best friend that Devon actually liked me, but I was also aware that Louis wanted me happy. He had been taking care of me ever since that story with my ex girlfriend. I didn't know if it was out of guilt or pure friendship but either way, I couldn't deny that he was there for me, no matter what. I had been blabbing and complaining to him every single day since that stupid blind date at the restaurant and even if he was annoyed by all the shit I threw at him, he remained calm and collected, which was a first for him.

"You're right." Louis admitted, taking one last pull at his cigarette and throwing it on the ground. He pushed the smoke out of his lungs on the side to make sure it wouldn't come in my face and licked his lips. "You do give up quite easily though don't you think? She came back every time you pushed her away." he pointed out in a gentle tone.

"No, she didn't." I shrugged a shoulder. "We just ended up being locked together in random places."

"Maybe Lewis' apartment can be that random place."

I moved my head closer to the window and looked up at the building before sighing. "If I have an inkling of a feeling that she's uncomfortable, I'm leaving."

"Good."

I ended up in the elevator with Louis, rubbing my hands on the back of my jeans. I was more and more nervous as we got closer to his apartment and when Lewis opened the door, I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest by my throat.

I didn't ask about Devon but she didn't seem to be there and we all sat in the living room with a beer. There were a few guys from some of my art classes too, sitting on the floor, but I decided to sit next to Louis on one of the couches. I finished my beer quite fast and got up to grab an other in the fridge. My heart skipped a beat when I closed the door after grabbing a beer and my eyes got slightly bigger.

"Hey, Devie." I let out in a low tone, swallowing hard as my eyes roamed on her. "Uhm you-you look great."

"No need to lie, Niall." she shook her head with a sigh. "I don't know why I let Daxia convince me to wear things like that, this is so uncomfortable."  She pulled on the bottom of her dress roughly but all it did was show part of her bra. She was leaning a bit and I let my eyes roam on her cleavage for less than a second before looking away.

"You shouldn't do that." I pointed out, clearing my throat. "It's- it's pulling it at the top."

She looked down at her breasts and groaned, letting her head fall back on her shoulders. I had to admit I didn't remember her with that much cleavage and I licked my lips.

"Are you.. are you wearing a push-up bra or something?"

She looked up in my eyes with surprise and her lips parted slightly before she moved her head slowly from left to right. "How did you..." she didn't finish her question and shook her head faster. "That's it. That's enough. I'm getting changed!"

"No wait!"

I grabbed her wrist, two of my fingers and my thumb wrapping around it loosely. She stopped and breathed in, and I wondered if it was because she was annoyed that I stopped her, or annoyed because of that electric feeling that probably crossed her body the same way it had crossed mine at the contact of our skin.

"Devie, you look amazing." I admitted in a low and soft tone as she turned around to face me. I hated thinking she was going on a date, and all the scenarios in my head made my heart sink in my chest, but I couldn't lie to her. I would never lie to her again. "You really do. You look beautiful."

She bit her bottom lip and nodded as I let go of her wrist and she pulled on the top of her dress again to cover more of her breasts.

"I'm sorry, Devie. I know you're leaving but, if me being here bothers you, I can leave."

She looked up again and her eyes met mine. She just shrugged and cleared her throat, looking back at everyone in the living room before turning back to me again.

"No it's okay, I know Lewis is your friend." she shrugged, grabbing her purse on the table. "I'm leaving for the evening anyway, so it doesn't really matter."

I remained silent and pushed my hands in my pockets, holding my breath. Was I allowed to look at her the way I was looking at her?

"A pair of shorts."

"What?" she asked with a frown.

"If you wear a pair of shorts under your dress, it'll bother you less that it's short."

"The problem is mostly that I hate my thighs but I guess you're not wrong." she chuckled, raising her eyebrows. "It's a good idea."

I waited patiently until she came back, walking by the kitchen and waving shyly at me. "Bye Niall, thanks for the tip."

It took me a few minutes to go back to the living room. No one had noticed I had left for a while except for Louis, who turned his head my way as soon as I sat next to him. "Did you tell her?"

"Mm? Tell her what?" I asked, staring at the tv as I leaned my elbows on my knees.

"That you love her."

I turned my whole body his way, now only focusing on him, and shook my head. "No, and I don't plan to." I explained slowly. "Louis, she hates me."

"She doesn't hate you and you know it."

I didn't answer and turned back to the tv for a few minutes and finally leaned my back on the couch. "You think she's gonna shag a guy tonight?" I asked low and a bit sad, looking down at my beer as I turned it in my hands.

"No."

"Why not."

"I know Dev, she's not like that." Louis explained, letting out a sigh. "Would you shag a girl tonight? A girl that's not her?"

"What does it have to do with anything?"

"Dev is a lot like you." he finally confessed. "I'm sure you've noticed before. You two react the same way, you've been through the same things... both of you gave up on love and both of you are completely in love with each other. You stopped having sex with Mandy because Devon is all you think about. Trust me, you're all Devon thinks about, too."

"She told you that?" I asked, closing my eyes and swallowing hard.

"She'd kill me if she found out I told you."

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An other week without Devon, an other week getting drunk and complaining to Louis. I had missed a few classes and always ended up in the music room to write songs on the piano after everyone had left until very late at night. I would probably get denied the access to that room if they found out I was drowning my pain in vodka, beer and rum while I was composing but I didn't care.

On friday night, Louis had begged me to join him in class. He had asked for the keys to classroom to finish his work and apparently, he wanted me to write a song for him that he'd use. I had never written a song for kids before but I was always ready to try new things. Besides, Louis had been there for me a lot in the past few days and I felt like I owed him at least that.

The days were getting shorter and it was already dark outside. Weirdly, the hall was barely lighted but I noticed the open door of a neon-lit room. I walked in and noticed Louis, sitting on one of the desks. His lips curled when he saw me and I realized I hadn't seen a small classroom like that before.

"Neil, hey, I'm glad you're here." he raised his eyebrows, jumping off the desk and walking to me. "I really need you."

"Yea, of course." I frowned, looking around the room. "I mean we could have worked in my room, or yours?"

"Mm no, we couldn't." he replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and bringing me closer into a weird hug. "It really had to be here."

"Okay, you're being weird. It sounds like a bad horror movie. Are you gonna kill me or something?"

Louis chuckled as I looked at him and he took a few steps back, throwing his arms in the air.

"I'd never do that, Niall. You're my best friend!"

I took a step closer when he reached the hall and he moved his hand in front of himself, making me stop immediately. "Wait here a minute or two, okay?"

"Alright."

I sighed and sat on a desk, my guitar on my lap, and let my fingers slide on the strings gently. It's only when I heard a voice in the hall that I looked up and frowned. My heart skipped a beat when Devon walked by the door, her eyes covered with Louis' hands but I frowned and raised my hands up when I noticed Lewis, slightly behind them, who was telling me to keep quiet with a finger on his lips.

"Lou, I hate surprises, you know it." she let out, nibbling on her bottom lip.

Despite all the stress my friends were putting me through, I still found myself thinking about kissing her as my eyes fell on her mouth and I held my breath.

"Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them, alright?"

"Mmhm."

Slowly, he removed his hands from her eyes and I stood there, not really knowing what the hell they were trying to do. Devon didn't want to talk to me, she didn't want to be around me or hear about me, and bringing her here was not going to change anything, I knew it. It's only when Louis closed the door and I heard the lock that I understood.

"No!" I Iet out, jumping off the desk as I gripped my guitar tighter. "NO!"

I hit the door a few times without looking back at Devon but I knew that by now, she had understood what was happening. Our friends had decided to lock us in a room without our consent and I could feel myself get dizzy at that thought.

"It's not funny guys! I'm claustrophobic!" I yelled, hitting the door again with the side of my fist. "Let me out!"

"The room is big enough and there's like, five windows, Niall!"

"Yea!" Lewis agreed. "Feel lucky, at first we had thought about the janitor's closet!"

"Guys, it's not cool!" I begged, leaning my forehead on the door. "And it's useless."

"No it's not!" Louis let out as I closed my eyes and groaned low. "Solve your shit! I'm tired to hear both of you talk about each other!"

"Plus, we stole your phones." Lewis let out with a laughter. "I took Devon's when she was not looking and she just thought she lost it. Louis stole yours a few minutes ago."

I frowned and my hand reached for my pocket, realizing he was right and I just rolled my eyes. My heart was beating so hard I was wondering if it would just stop completely at some point. It was not a claustrophobia crisis though, it was just the fact that once again, I was locked with Devon somewhere but this time, the roles were reversed. She was the one who was avoiding me.

"Neil, tell her, okay?"

I didn't answer him. I just licked my lips and turned around, scared of what was going to happen. Devon raised her eyebrows at me and pressed her lips together, her arms wrapped around herself. She tilted her head and I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Tell me what?"

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Request

[whencallstheheart]

I’m majorly disappointed, angry, and absoutletly confused beyond imagination with that S8 Finale - but let me rant to get over my enduring nausea. Beyond the storyline, I find the BTS drama of it all so intriguingly telling. And sadly for us Nathan Fans the drama may be the only WCTH thing left for us to even connect to without watching this increasingly sadistic show.

Everyone knows it was the wrong choice and Lucas fans are coping hard with their win (not sure why they need to) by behaving like the most pompous, egotistical, pretentious, sore winners that I’ve ever witnessed. I see many comments from them that suggest: “Nathan wouldn’t take no for an answer”, “Elizabeth never gave him signs of romance”, “it was always very obvious it was Lucas” or my FAVORITE one... and just wait to hear this BS... “If you don’t keep tuning into WCTH, Nathan Fans, you never liked the show anyway”... 😒 The disrespect that Nathan fans have received is unfathomable, especially when we are told we are “throwing tantrums bc Lucas won” or “we wrongfully believed the world revolves around us”. But look, the reason Lucas fans are acting terribly is because they didn’t expect to ‘win’. They know deep down the chances after S7 of Elizabeth being with Lucas were lower than they could have ever gotten (the hug and all). The best part is scrolling back through the WCTH tag on tumblr.... I have read various posts from Lucas fans that fully expected to “never watch again if Nathan was picked”... It’s so annoying because both sides were going to be upset either way, but in Team Nathan’s circumstance: we were continuously beat down this season by the writers. It became bigger than who was going to win. It’s the disrespect of dragging us along for S8 to get ratings and to secure a S9 renewal - because let’s be real they weren’t going to pair her with Lucas in episode two and expect people to keep the good ratings going. Nathan fans in every poll I’ve witnessed (fb polls or even the one Erin did for Direct TV the other day) averages 70% Nathan and 30% Lucas EVERYTIME with no fail. Here’s the next thing: the Post-Finale interview with Erin, Chris, and Kevin was even worse. The first thing they do is basically pop open the champagne and throw the kiss in everyone’s face (btw ew, it’s like an adult film...) and celebrate that she picked Lucas. Of course, Erin attempts to play it down that she “had mixed feelings about the ending” but ya know all with a big Cheshire Cat grin on her face. I have a feeling she just picked the guy she’d best like to make out with for S9... 🙄 Lord knows that’s all Jack and Elizabeth ever did was fight and make out. Anyway, only Kevin addressed any remorse for Nathan fans and even then I don’t for the life of me understand why he accepts being the second choice when he’s lead material. Honestly, I say, Kevin should leave the show, bc he deserves more than this phony unwanted story its been hijacked into. Sadly, from the interview I get the sinking feeling that the next angle they have been just waiting to take is that “Nathan put himself in this situation by not backing down (though imo he did way too little of)”. Why would they do such a thing, you ask? To hype Lucas fans up (with delusion) and to possibly attract a newer audience (post-Nathan fans departing the show) bc they wouldn’t know the BTS details on how they settled on Lucas and the baggage that came with. Who knows if that will happen, but it wouldn’t surprise me they would go that below the belt after the writers made Elizabeth suggest that ‘Nathan would just never obtain Jack level qualities she would look for in a man’... All in all, these people used Nathan fans and honestly I feel my kindness abused with all the support I’ve given the show and taken advantage of all for some cheap a$$ ratings. Next step forward: Hope #TeamNathan sticks to their word about not watching the show, bc why reward sadistic nonsense???? Heck, forget the sadistic nonsense, it’s just terrible writing. Support FanFiction writers when it comes to Nathan and Elizabeth, not WCTH. THOUGH if I were the glass-half-full kind of gal I would say... ya know what, maybe they have tricked us into thinking the love triangle is over? Maybe next season an old lady friend of Lucas’ strolls into town to share his deepest secrets or a new lady catches Nathan’s eye and makes Elizabeth insanely jealous. Heck, a girl could dream, bc Faith?!? SNOOZE 😭

Oh there’s always the “you’re not a true Heartie” bullshit after something happens that people are even mildly upset about.  There’s definitely the notion that Hearties should NEVER have anything negative to say about the show and if they do then they were never a true fan.  It’s ridiculous.

Nathan has been the punching bag this whole time.  He got so much hate for being involved in Jack’s death.  Fans blamed him for killing Jack as if he’d shot him himself or something.  They hated on Allie constantly because she was merely acting her age.  It was awful and pathetic.  Nathan fans had to endure all of that and for what?  The character got fucked over in the end.  He’ll go on to better things, surely, but that’s not the point.  None of it needed to happen if he wasn’t going to end up with Elizabeth.  Bottom line.

They should just give Nathan and Allie a spinoff.

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hi JWB..

How are you doing? Sending good vibes and best wishes for your good health..

I just noticed that apart from emoting through their eyes, Sanaya ears move a lil everytime she is surprised..pleasantly or otherwise..and Barun does this thing with his lower Jaw and neck..Its simply amazing..did u notice it?

I have been watching there other shows too and have not noticed similar emoting there..infact IMO Barun looked almost bored in IPK 3..

I think there director and screenwriter gave them awesome cues to how to portray the character..and there chemistry was just out of this world ..goes to show that the actors are as good as the script and director...

Hi Anon!

Thank you so much for the good wishes!!! 🫂 I’m doing well :)

Sanaya and Barun are brilliant actors and one of the reasons why I love IPK is because it feels like they invested a lot in their characters and played it out well. Every single macro and micro expression was brilliantly executed and I think the director(s) did a fantastic job as well in setting everything up!

Did I notice his jaw and neck? Yes 😏

I think jaw clenching are one of the things that is necessary for a 4 Lions hero - I just think Barun made it very organic. Likewise with Sanaya - she made Khushi very real (otherwise the manic pixie dream girl is literally an ITV heroine template).

Oh, Sanaya as Paro in Rangrasiya truly rivals Khushi. I think it’s the only other show truly tested her mettle and honestly, just from acting and costume and characterization - I’m a bigger fan of Paro (just the character - not the show). And I think that’s a result of good writing. There was a lot for her to work on as Paro than there was with Khushi (not saying that wasn’t difficult - Sanaya herself has admitted that playing Khushi was incredibly difficult in the beginning).

IPK 3… ah I feel that Barun’s acting just reflects the weight of the material? First of all I’d put a bit more attention to the direction there. Things were overtly stated (which doesn’t work with an actor who’s known for subtlety). Some of the dialogues were like… just too much exposition and post the Mumbai track they just gave up on the plot so Sobti probably gave up on everything. And yeah, you can see it on his face that he’s done with it. The thing that disappoints me is that in the beginning you could actually see some stellar moments of Advay who pretended to be this rakish stranger to Chandni with a clever, manipulative plan up his sleeve. I wish I could actually see the show before they botched it up (also didn’t work that many a times they forced romantic moments and played a slow motion).

I think ipkknd as a team was excellent. Very in tune and in sync. They got out the best of Irani and Sobti as they played their version of a very cliched sunshine meets grumpy. And that’s why it’s unique and stunning! (See later in IB and every other 4 Lions show since where you can see actors being forced and over directed into the mold as opposed to them acting it their way).

Much love,

- JWB

P.S: all of this is my opinion, I have not worked with the shows nor the actors to actually know what transpired!

[deadly-symphony]

Losing my religion

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N) Warnings: Self-Doubts, Alcohol, & just fluff 

Writers note: Hey (: It’s my first Fanfic, so please don’t be so harsh on me. What i also need to mention: English is not my native language. So, excuse any mistakes :3

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You wake up with a headache so bad it made you wish you would not even exist at this exact moment. But here you are, in bed ,still dressed in your party-outfit from last night. It takes a moment for you  to realize why you got so ridiculously drunk. Your eyes are filling with tears and anger starts to build up in your stomach. Is it anger ? Or just disappointment ? You swallow all your feelings, shoving yourself out of the bed and heading in the bathroom. Slipping your dress careless from your body where it hits the floor. Turning on the shower you take a quick look into the mirror, seeing  the mess you are. A little sigh escapes your lips and you enter the shower. The hot water feels good and you start to relax a bit. Your mind wanders back to last nights party and in a wave of panic you turn the little radio on which is hanging in the corner of the shower. Some pop music starts playing and you trying to concentrate on it . Trying to ignore the memories from last night. But the next song brings them all back. The slow movements of the luffer against your skin makse you shiver while you humm the lyrics you know all too well

Oh life, is bigger

It's bigger than you

And you are not me

The lengths that I will go to

The distance in your eyes

There are you standing , tears in your eyes, under the shower, lip quivering. Your mind now fully back at the party. Where you stood most of your time in the corner, drink in hand and watching him. After the 2 weeks you spend on a mission with him your feelings just grew bigger and bigger. Your love for him was overhelming and it scared the hell out of you. You watched him. Watched the girl talking to him, laughing. God, how you loved his laugh. How his eyes wrinkeld and his nose scrunched up. How he stroke a lose strain of hair behind his ear again ....as his eyes suddenly landed on you. The girl putting a hand on his upper arm, trying to keep the conversation going. You sipped on your drink, trying to avoid his gaze. You sipped again on your drink, realising the glass is now empty. You walked to the bar, ordering another drink. A stonger one this time. You wouldn't survive this party any other way, with him and this girl enjoing each other a bit too much for your taste.

Every whisper, of every waking hour

I'm choosing my confessions

Trying to keep an eye on you

Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool

That was when a hand landed on your hips. A little squeez made you shiver as you turned around and took a step back. There it was, that perfect smile you adored so much. Bucky Barnes.

"Also running empty, huh?", you gestured to the two empty glasses he held in his human hand. "Yeah, i mean... Doesn't have any effect on me anyway.", he answered. Noticing the slight annoyance in your tone. You shrugged:" As long as it's keeping your new friend entertained. What’s the matter? " You gave him a bitter smile leaving him standing there, waiting for his new drinks.”Doll...?”, he questioned. But you just breathed a “Have fun with you girl”, knowing exactly he had heard you with his super hearing.  He looked after you, wanted to say more... but couldn't when a guy stopped you in your tracks and started talking to you. He swallowed hard at your reaction and your sudden change of behaviour towards him.

  What you didn't know, Bucky was watching you too the whole evening, since you entered the party in your totally forbidden dress, that hugged your curves so perfectly and showed what a dream of a women you were. And of course he noticed the eyes of almost every man in the room landing on you, starring. Especially this one guy who was now talking to you. And you seemed to enjoy his sweet talking. Of course, you deserved attention. Since he first saw you, when Nat brought you into the Team, he was lost in you. He always enjoyed your company. Never got tired of your presence. Only wanting more. Lately the two of you were sent on more and more missions together. Tony thought of you two as a very good team, without any problems, just quick and trouble-free missions with detailed reports. Steve and Nat on the other hand knew exactly what was going on. Steve noticed Buckys smile everytime he saw you. He heard his heartbeat change when you talked to him and how he looked at you with hidden adoration. So did Nat. She noticed how you always fixed your hair, before entering a room you knew bucky was in. How you walked with that extra swing in your hips when he was around. And how you always tried to act "normal" and "decent" when he watched you. Your best friends knew all along that the two of you had it bad for each other. But Bucky and you... You never thought he would like you in this way. So did he, thinking you could never like a broken man like him. When you were just so beautiful and smart.

Consider this, the hint of the century

Consider this the slip

That brought me to my knees, failed

So, sipping on your drink, you talked to that guy. Steeling a glance at Bucky, who was now hugging this girl you hated without even knowing her. They were swinging to the music , drinks in their hands and she was pressing more and more into his body. Oh god, his perfect body. Your mind wandered and wandered , while the guy, who's name was already deleted from your brain. kept talking to you. You nodded and hummed as a response now and then. But you weren't even listening. You just wanted to have fun. Just wanted to enjoy yourself for a while without the perfect Super-Soldier on your mind. You tried desperately to like the stranger in front of you. Maybe he wasn't so boring. But what was his name again? As you nodded again, without even listening to what he was saying and just blankly staring at him you suddenly feel a pair of hands on your hips and a pair of lips is meeting yours. Shit!... He asked if he could kiss you... and you idiot just agreed. Bucky watched all of it. Every laugh escaping your lips, every sweet smile, every sip from your drink, every shy lookt torwards the guy in front of you. If only he had knew all of it was fake and all you had in mind at this exact time was only him. Just Bucky. Just your lovely James Buchanan Barnes. He watched as he kissed you. He shoved the girl in his arms away from him, excusing himself. He coulnd't handle the sight of you. You and another men. He left the party, wanting to retreat to his room as fast as he could. Your eyes instead were squeezed shut. You were shocked. You didn't even wanted this. The alcohol got the best of you and anyway , your mind was just a mess because of all your locked up feelings. As he broke the kiss, smiling at you, you didn't even dare to look in Buckys direction. You just wiggled yourself free from the guys grip and excused yourself. You swallowed the rest of your half-full glass all by one and escaped from the party as fast and unnoticed as possible.

 You stumbled to the elevators, holding yourself steady on the blank wall next to you, hissing, when the elevator door just closed right in front of your nose. Hastily you pushed the button. Trying to keep standing on your own two feet while your legs just felt like jelly.

The Door opened with a Bing and you fell into the elevator with a squeel, just losing your balance while walking in, where to strong arms catched you. Wide eyed you looked up, staring directly in a pair of ocean blue eyes. "You... you okay , Doll?", he asked , voice a bit scratchy. Looking away from him, trying to hold yourself up, you answer after a little pause:" I'm fine. Thanks ...." He let go of you,noticing your cold tone, even though everything he wanted was to hold you even closer. You just stood there, pressing the button to your floor, then staring at your feet. He took a quick look at you. Admiring you. Wishing you were his. He stole another glance. Watching you and how your dress just hugged your body and your boobs and your butt were looking so damn good. You were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on. The Bing of the elevator snapped him out of his dreaming state. You stumbled out of the elevator, almost losing balance again, Bucky reaching for your arm to safe you from another fall to the hard ground.. He held you for a moment before speaking." Let me get you to your room at least, ok? We don't have to talk... don't worry.", hinting at the silence back there in the elevator. You just nodded. Avoiding to look at him. "Ok then. Let's go , Doll.", he said barely audible. His hand still holding you, keeping you from falling, he walked you to your room. You opened the door, walking in. You turned around, when you still felt his hand holding your arm. You looked up at him. "Thank you, Buck.", you said in a shaky tone. His brows furrowed. "Doll?" "Hmm?" It took him a moment, you could see in his face that he wanted to say something. Then he said softly, stroking your arm:" I'm glad your safe back in your room. Good night, Dollface." He let his hand slip down your arm, holding your hand for a Moment, before he left. You closed  the door, leaning against it with your back and standing there for a moment. His soft voice still in your ear. His worried eyes still burning up your skin. Then you pushed yourself away from the door,taking wobbly steps forward before falling into your bed.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot-light

Losing my religion

Trying to keep up with you

And I don't know if I can do it

Oh no I've said too much

I haven't said enough

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A litte sob escapes your lips as you start  rincing your hair out. You trying your best not to cry again but you fail. You lean against the cold shower-tiles and break completely down. Your going to feel better after a good cry, you told yourself. But you're not so sure of it when you're honest to yourself. You rub your face, trying to focus again. You turn the water off and walk out of the shower. Putting a towel on your head and your fluffy bathrob on your body. Deciding to get dressed and then get some breakfast you leave the bathroom when you hear a knock on your door.

I thought that I heard you laughing

I thought that I heard you sing

I think I thought I saw you try

Without a care of what you are just wearing you open the door, seing Bucky in front of you. He looks at you, gaze wandering down your body, his cheeks turn a bit pink & he turns a bit away. "Oh, sorry ... i didn't meant to bother you, Doll." "N.... no. No, you do not bother me at all.", you say, voice all raspy and shore from all the crying and the alcohol. You notice the cup of coffee in his hand and you smile softly:" That for me ?" Even though you're smiling at him, he's noticing your tired look and your blood stained, puffy eyes. "Mhm, for you. Good morning, Doll.", he gives you a shy smile, handing you the hot cup. Shifting from one foot to antoher:" You ... mh... you okay? I mean... last night, you got really drunk &... i was worried to be honest when you fell into the elevator." Taking a sip of the fresh brewed coffee, your eyes meet his. And there is it again... The worry in this eyes. His furrowed brows and he's standing there like a lost puppy. "Uhm... i'm good. Thank you, Buck. I mean... for the coffee... and... yeah, taking care of the waste that i was last night. I'm sorry. Didn't mean to bother anyone. It was just.... it was not my day, you know?", you say, eyes watering again, but you try to hide it. But he notices. He always does. He even notices the slight change in your voice. From raspy to broken and hurt. "Hey ....", he takes your hand, looking at you with a soft smile. "You know, you can always talk to me, mh?" "Mhm...." , you humm in response. He squeezes your hand. 

" Not so convincing ...", he grumbles. Your eyes meet the floor again as a silent tear rolls down your cheek. You just can't hide it anymore. He's so sweet... You were so angry last night, so mean to him, because he danced with a girl. You're not in the position to be mean at him... He's just so nice to you. He never did anything wrong, he's always the first to help. And well, he don't even know you like him, so, what do you think? He can do whatever he wants ...and with who he wants. You blink a few times, but you don't even get the chance to look at him. He just shoves himself into your room, hugs you as thight as possible, just holding you and stroking your back. "Don't cry, Dollface. You're too pretty to be this sad!" , he smiles into your hair. Your hands wrap around his waist, trying to not spill any of your coffee on him or the floor.  You just hold onto him as his strong arms are holding you. After a few moments he pulls a bit away. Taking the cup out of your hands, placing it on the small shelf next to your door. He looks at you, still holding you close to him and you blush. Face red as a tomato ,realising you just wearing your wardrobe and nothing else. He cups your face with one hand, forcing you to look at him. He gives you a shy smile as his thumb strokes your cheeck, wiping away a single tear. You feel your heart race. Afraid it might explode out of your chest in the next few seconds. He can feel it too. He hears how fast your heart beats and how his is doing exactly the same. "Doll...", he speaks, bringing you closer to him. You feel his strong muscles ripple against you. "I'm going to kiss you now.", he states. Your eyes, wide as cherry pies, your lips parted but you can't say anything as he brings his face closer and then his lips meet yours. His soft lipes moving against yours and you just melt into his touch, kissing him back within a second. He smiles into the kiss, teasing your lips with his tongue and you let him in. Your tongue dancing with his and you feel butterflies exploding in your stomach. He breaks the kiss, watching you all flustered, cheeks red and lips swollen and glossy. He helds you close, kissing your nose. "You're prefect. I hope you know that.", he whispers. You smile shy at him and hug him tight. "What is that all about ?", you ask in a low hum. He chuckles:" Dummie... isn't that obvious?", squeezing your hips. You smile:" I'm not a dummie... dummie.", you shoot back , eyes meeting his sparkling blues. "Well... You wanna go on a dummiedate with me? Just you and me... two dummies.", he grins and his cheeks are now the same color as yours. You can just nod and throw your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. You start walking backwards, still kissing him and he follows. The back of your legs meeting the bed and you just pull him with you, falling into the bed, Bucky on top of you. You giggle into the kiss and he chuckles, stroking your cheek and looking at you. "I love you.... you know? I do for quite a while....", he finally confesses. You just stare up from underneath him, tears rolling down from your eyes. "I .... Oh Bucky .... If i knew your confession would come after i drank too much, i would've gotten drunk much, much earlier ", you sob and laugh at the same time. He chuckles and presses his lips to yours again. "So, that was a yes for the date, right ?" "Totally", you stroke his hair behind his ear, smiling at him: "Dummiedate."

You don't even know how much time passed and how and when and why. But you and Bucky just cuddled the whole day in your bed and he was even sweeter than you could ever imagine.

That's me in the corner

That's me in the spot-light

Losing my religion

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Thank you for reading (: I hope you liked it and i'd love to get some feedback on that. Maybe i start to write more stuff.

xo

[gakucchis]

HEEELLOOOO !!!! hope you’re doing well and healthy~ i just had a funny thought; what would the obey me characters react to mc dancing to bad boy or psycho or seulrene’s monster HSHDHFJFK like i can imagine mammon’s eyes bulging out HAHAHAH

NGL this is the first time ive EVER gotten something in my box or what it's called 😭 i just woke up so good morning/good evening wherever you are, i hope you're doing well too! and GIRL am i READY to do this !!

after writing all this i realized, i did too much, im a bad writer, i suck at english, i am big dumb, im sorry for mistakes, my uncreativity, it’s 3am lol but at least i passed my driving test today! and PLEAse correct me if i have used gender specific pronouns anywhere!

i included "be natural" too because it's so classy and i love it :)

Obey Me! characters reacting to gn!MC dancing to a Velvet song by Red Velvet

Lucifer

lucifer notice that for weeks your knees had bruises

they started to heal, but they started to reappear again

he was worried about what you’re doing, but you just shrugged it off everytime he asked you about it

that didn’t stop him from trying to find out

one day, he hears a song playing in the kitchen, and knowing you’re on cooking duty, he investigates

he gets closer, seeing your figure standing at the stove, dancing to the rhythm of the song

while he enjoys watching you like this, he tries to link the dancing to your bruised knees

“MC,” he startles you with his deep voice behind you, as you immediately stop and try to stand firmly

“are your bruised knees from dancing?”

you look at him innocently, knwoing he’d tease you about your hobby

he waited for a bit, yet you didn’t say anything, only shaking your head lightly

he didn’t trust you with that, but he knows you won’t be truthful, so his plan is to catch you dancing once again

and that time came sooner than expected

as lucifer was leaving school around the time where most have already left, he was looking through the classrooms like he often did to catch any lingering students

one classroom was closed though, no matter how he tried to open it

“it can’t be helped,” he sighs as he uses a spell to open the door, revealing someone inside

inside of the empty room was you, your d.d.d quietly playing “monster” by red velvet’s irene & seulgi

you practised your dance, shifting from position to position, as you followed the choreography step by step, leading to you getting on the ground with your knees, trying to capture their powerful, mature side

you stopped as your gaze shifted to someone standing in front of you

looking up it reveals lucifer standing there with crossed arms, smirking while slowy kneeling down as well, lifting your face with his hand

“so, what do you have to say now, my idol?” he can’t deny that you caught his attention, so that he did not interrupt you and preferred gazing at your moving body

Mammon

POLICE, mammon is bored again

and his first stop is finding you again, as always

almost always he will bust into the room catching you by surprise, but as he got closer he couldn't overhear the faint music in the hallway

was it a song from that one band again that you liked? red velvet?

even though you had shown him some songs, he didn't remember many, but it would probably be "bad boy" if they repeated it so much

trying to surprise you, he planned on slightly opening the door and then jumping in, but something crossed his plans

as he silently and carefully opened the door, he saw you weren't in your bed, but rather in the middle of the room, with your back to the door

you were dancing to the song, silently humming the melody and concentrating on your movement, not seeing mammon at all

mammon wanted to leave or jump in soon, but you captivated him

followed your every move but by second his face would get redder at your suggestive dance

the way you turned your head, the way you rolled your body, the way you danced so seductively drives him crazy

he really felt like a bad boy down at your mercy

he thought about leaving and taking care of his growing problem because of you, but decided to try and turn the tables

"what ya doin' there, little dancer?!" he exclaimed and caught you by surprised

your flushed face only turned him on more

you tried to hide your face with your hands, but mammon got a hold of them

"listen... y-you weren't that bad..!"

your frown turns into a smile as you chuckle and give him a quick kiss, not realizing how much he's craving you right now

his face begins to blush more, but he can't let go of you or you lips for a few hours now

Levi

something inside levi is detecting something...

a girl group song?

someone's playing a song by red velvet inside the house?

he begins to investigate, but knows where to look first

"MC!" he shouts as he enters the room, catching you by surprise

your lips turned into a smile as you asked for him to sit down, it was actually you who played "psycho" by red velvet

you asked him to sit there and evaluate your dancing, but please be honest

levi didn't sign up for this, but he did it for you, even though he could guess you're a horrible dancer; at least he can listen to red velvet

the music started playing, and your body started moving to the rhythm

the more seconds passed, the more did levi get mesmerized by your way of moving

your expressions made this only worse – your lips that would sometimes turn into a smirk, your eyes that would sometimes stare at him longingly

levi couldn't just sit there and stare, his blush growing by second

he couldn’t even focus on the song anymore, he didn’t even feel like he could focus on you

“MC... that’s enough”

“why? am i that bad?”

“n-no..! y-you’re perfect...”

by that point you realized why he’s feeling uneasy and asked for you to stop, but he reassures you that you’re a good dancer

if you then offer to show him the other dances you’ve learned as well, he’ll die at just the thought of it

so he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you close

“you’ll be the death of me, you idiot...”

Satan

it’s the middle of the night

and even though everyone’s asleep, satan is up again to read something, but there’s something distracting him

your room was above his, and as you both had your windows open, he was able to hear the music you played at this hour

each second, satan got a bit more annoyed, until he stood up to ask you politely to turn it off already

he opened the door to your room, revealing you on a chair, with your leg stretched out and you going through your hair

for a few seconds you didn’t realise satan standing there, and you continued your dance as powerful as before

he didn’t say anything either - being mesmerized by your elegant dance and your seductive movements

it kind of made him forget what he came for, now he was just standing there, admiring your form

without realizing himself, his eyes followed you longingly, as you danced your way to the top of the chair,

turning around,

seeing satan,

and falling forward because you were surprised

“MC! are you okay? i’m sorry for startling you...”

he helped you stand up by holding your hand, but you were too shy to look at him, getting caught like this

you revealed to him that you tried dancing to red velvet’s “be natural”

“you don’t need to be shy, you can show me even more if you’d like,” he teases and brings your hand to his lips to place a kiss

you’re flustered, but you like the way he enjoyed your dance

“i could be your chair too”

Asmo

it was raining again in devildom, and even though you promised asmo that you would go out together to visit a night festival, plans had to be cancelled due to the weather

to not disappoint asmo, you came up with the idea to just have a small party for the both of you in his room, to which he happily said yes

a few hours later, after you’ve bought some drinks and snacks, you were giggling and talking about things

as “bad boy” by red velvet came on, you excitedly jumped up, and even though you would never offer that normally, the alcohol in you spoke, and you asked if you should dance to the song

of course asmo cheered you on to do it, he likes the song after you’ve showed him a few weeks ago

even though you’d normally be embarrassed to death, that feeling flew right over your head and you started moving your body according to the choreography of the song

asmo instantly couldn’t take his eyes off you, next to your beautiful moves to the velvet song, he couldn’t help but smile at your radiance

but his innocent smile turns into something darker the more he follows the swing of your hips and the way you bite your lips when you make eye contact with him

“are you trying to tease me, MC?~”

you cheekily shrug your shoulders and sit next to him again

“you’re beautiful~” he whispers and gives you the first kiss of many, many following along with many, many other things to make you prove the way your body can move

Beel

even though you definitely didn’t like working out as much as beel does, you told him you’d go along with him to gym

beel was happy about that, but he was a bit worried about what exactly you would do the whole time

as he started working out, you settled in at the small dancing area very close to him, and he realized that you would spend your time with dancing

a few minutes passed, and every few seconds beel would glance over at you

he wondered what you were listening to, but you seemed happy and energetic, and if you were, he’d be too!

at some point your dancing style changed from cheerful to more seductive, while still having a fast pace

he liked seeing you like this, but something bothered him as he saw how other demons looked at you the way he did

he didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t seem to mind

at some point it was enough for him, and he asked you to follow you to another room, revealing a bigger, empty dance room

“i just want to see you dance here”, he smiled with his blush apparent on his cheeks

he sat down and hid his little jealousy from before, but now he was able to see your whole body and to concentrate only on you

you played start on your phone and “monster” by red velvet’s irene & seulgi resonated in the room

beel was impressed by your sharp and quick moves, your hands following the trace of your body, your hips swaying from side to side, but he was even more mesmerized by your focused and somehow darker eyes

as you were done with your dance and turned back to him, he clapped for you with a blushing face

he felt more relaxed now, but at the same time he felt his heart beating quicker and his hands trembling

and maybe you could help him with that

Belphie

you were searching for belphie everywhere

as you were just sitting in the living room together, he sneakily stole your phone and left the room, but you didn't realize at first, it took you about three minutes

"belphieee! give me my phone back!" you shouted through the halls as you headed up the stairs to the attic

meanwhile belphie, who knew your code, was scrolling through your gallery, a video catching his attention immediately

the thumbnail was you in a dance room, hands on your hips

he started the video and realized it was a dance practise you filmed of yourself, the name of the file being "psycho_redvelvet_dance"

like belphie always is, he prepared to tease you, but his mind only focused on you in that moment

your head tilted back or you slowly standing up made his mind wander to other places and a sly smirk appeared on his face

you entered the attic and got into his bed fast, trying to pry away your phone as you saw the video he was watching

a blush grew on your face as you tried even more desperately to get your phone back now

belphie caught your wrist and chuckled, "you're a good dancer, MC, but i'd rather see it in real life than just on a video" he cheekily requested

you shook your head, never ever planning on showing him, but he wouldn't let go of you

"then at least show me how you move your body right now"

Diavolo

for extra credit points, you asked him if you could join a voluntary dance class and of course he agreed

after that, he didn't hear much from you about that matter

as the semester slowly ended though, the evaluations for dance classes were starting which consisted of a solo dance which will be graded

even though diavolo usually does not have to be involved in evaluations, he was asked to grade your performance as you're the only exchange student of that class

he received the video of your dancing to a song called "be natural" by red velvet

the moment you started dancing, you captured his interest with the interesting choreography

but it wasn’t only that, it was you personally who gave off a whole different aura than usually

it was like dancing changed you, but knowing that you have this whole other side to you, excited diavolo

your movements and your expressions suited the tone of the song perfectly

he never really new that you were good at dancing – but this proved it

it was quite a turn-on and his mind started drifting somewhere else

before doing anything stupid, he closed the video and came to search for you

surely enough he told you that your final grade would be a perfect 100, but not without his hands roaming your body and you thanking him in another way

Barbatos

a ball organized by diavolo came closer and closer, and you still had the trouble of not knowing how to dance properly for the occasion

you were searching for someone who could teach you perfectly, but not too strictly, and the first person you thought of was barbatos

even though you were shy with your request, he happily accepted your request and told you when and where to meet

you had planned to get there earlier, not wanting to make barbatos wait because after all he did this for you

the room was located inside the demon lord’s castle, much smaller and emptier room others, accompanied with some grand mirrors

you settled in, waiting and waiting, realizing you had been there too early...

barbatos entered the room, punctual like always, but catching you in a trance as you danced to a song

the song seemed to be the new popular song from the human world called “monster”

barbatos remembered you talking about that group and how much you liked them, he didn’t want to be impolite and interrupt you

he also knew that it was impolite to stare without your knowledge - but he couldn’t quite resist

your eyes watched your every move in the mirror in front of you, being sure to not hold back or underdance any movements, practising your expressions at the same time as well

he waited for you to notice him, but you kept going until the last second

“it seems like you aren’t a novice when it comes to dancing, MC,” barbatos chimes in and flashes a soft smile

you apologized for making him wait like that, but he shrugged it off

somehow he was looking forward to the close contact you’ll be having, hoping for you to show him the same longing expression you’ve heard before and feeling your moving body against his

Solomon

"you still owe me, did you forget?”

solomon, as he often did, caught you off guard

“remember when i let you cheat off my test?” that rang a bell in your mind, but it had been weeks since it happened

of course, to show your gratitude, you cheerfully asked him what it is what he wishes for, but what he said didn’t exactly excite you

“dance for me”

... first of all, it sounded wrong, second of all, you did not want to dance for him

you didn’t like dancing in front of others that much, and you even wondered how solomon knows about your hobby

after a long time of trying to convince him to choose something else or trying to persuade him with money, he just wouldn’t change his mind

you couldn’t deny that it wasn’t a weird request, but knowing solomon’s expectations are always high, you got more nervous and wanted to give it your all

at least you were able to choose the song, your forced confidence making you choose “bad boy”

standing in solomon’s room, his always innocent looking smile giving you the go, you give yourself in to the rhythm

you’re performing like you’re on stage, following each step and focusing on your facial expressions toward him

his smile didn’t fade, but you could feel his heart beating a little quicker, even a faint blush was apparent on his cheeks

your confidence grew by second, it was too late to tone it down now

you ended your dance perfectly, his eyes following you from head to toe, but stopping at your beaming eyes

“MC, i asked for you to dance, and not seduce me...” he chuckled in a low whisper almost, making it seem like a joke, but his hand snaking around your waist and his lips coming closer proved otherwise

Simeon

another day at rad was over for simeon, and he prepared heading back to purgatory hall

as someone hushed by the classroom, and he realized it was you, he remembered that he still had your notebook for human world history

exams were coming up, so he tried to give it back to you as soon as possible

simeon stepped out of the classroom and shouted for you, yet you didn’t answer

“are they wearing headphones?”

he rushed after you, but you seemed in a rush too, and a few doors later, he lost sight of you

he sighed and planned on going home now,

but then he heard music from somewhere

curiosity kicked in again, and knowing there’s a high chance it could be you, he followed the sound

as he opened the door to the auditorium of the school, simeon saw you on the stage with your back to the door

carefully, he closed the door and sat down at the nearest seat, waiting for your next move

the music starts again, “psycho” by red velvet

you begin to dance to the beat, the light shining on the stage illuminating your silhouette as simeon can’t help but watch

he’s impressed by your skills, and even though the song shows a dark and mature style, you look like an angel to him

the song is coming to an end, you’re standing there as if you’re imagining a sea of lights chanting for you

the illusion doesn’t last long as you realize you are alone like always, but this time, someone’s clapping

“it was beautiful, MC!” simeon exlaims and stands up, and even though you’re a bit shy, it makes you happy to hear someone compliment you

he’s coming closer, you get off the stage and you’re suddenly standing before him 

“were you trying to tempt an angel with that dance?”

“if you felt that way, maybe it’s your fault” you laughed but you couldn’t hide your faint blush

having totally forgotten about the reason why he wanted to see you, he asked you for another dance on the stage, which you happily did