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thank u @geneticcatalyst for tagging me <3<3 (when i opened up tumblr and saw the notification i was floored!! u?? participating in a writing game?? this is really cool im really happy about it! a normal amount of happy for normal mutuals who have def not spend a lot of their free time scream reblogging each other's takes with further additions)
How many wips do you have currently?
i usually work at multiple projects at once, it keeps me fresh, so, like, less than 30 but more than 10. lets not give out numbers to cultivate the illusion that i know what im doing
Which one are you finding the hardest to finish?
this isnt easy to answer because most of my wips give me headaches. im reluctant to say that all of them do, because i am an optimist, but the truth is that :D all of them do. but these kinds of headaches are usually easy to content with. most often its really just myself who stands in my own way; i have a method for that by now. i fridge wips and let them marinate for a bit, and often that is enough to work out the snares. either the enforced distance also established an emotional recontextualization, or future-me, who is 9 out of 10 smarter and more level-headed, immediately sees the issue and immediately knows the solution. god bless her
anyways! that is a longwinded way to say that yes, i have a wip like that. and its chosen in great honours for this title because, other than the other headache-inducing wips, this one's headache doesnt want to vanish even if i ignore it very hard, to my greatest chagrin. for one, i have to research a lot for it and subsequently examine subject matter that is difficult to expose yourself to over a prolonged period of time. my wip is inspired by and works through the socialpolitical events during soviet germany, nazi germany, and china during the time of the cultural revolution and in its present day. (im being vague on purpose.) im not a historian, and my formal education is helpful but lacking. the second reason, the true reason, is that through this wip, im also examining my own family history and recontextualize who i am in relation to it. its deeply personal and very emotional, and very exhausting. it also makes me, like, very angry, all the time. which is also exhausting.
What does it usually look like when inspiration strikes for you?
that depends! im working on finding a better writing/resting balance for myself because im really bad at respecting when i have reached a healthy limit. i know that many people in the writing community struggle with getting words on the page or making daily writing a habit. i dont have that problem i dont have any problems im amazing, no im joking, of course i have problems, but its more the other way around. see afromentioned disrespect of personal wellbeing during working hours
my relationship to writing is super fraught. so when inspiration strikes me, i will not automatically open up my docs anymore and start drafting or editing, or to write down some notes, because that would mean to delegate the thing im currently doing to another time. i need to have a really, a really, really, good reason to do so now. (this is a recent development thats still in the trial and error phase.)
i dont want writing to have that kind of power over my day-to-day life, yknow. my motto is that if whatever im cooking up in that moment, if its really "meant to be", it can wait. and if not, well. thats not my problem! (it actually is my problem, but im trying to ignore that unfortunate happenstance. writing is, like, literally just a thing i do for fun, i dont have to do it, there are thousand other things i could do instead /threat, and not more. this is what im telling my brain everytime it tries to convince me to make more out of it than it is. takes out a knife.) i also find it super helpful to just, like, sit with the inspiration. to just enjoy that feeling of bursting creativity. it feels really good, like attraction. and i can channel that elsewhere. fortunately, i see myself as an artist (hairflip) rather than a writer, so, to my other innumerable talents belongs a variety of very cool creative hobbies that i literally could do instead. (and they arent nearly as stressful!!!!11!!!11! for me!!!! personally!!!1!!!!! oh look, a second knife, however did that come into my pocket.)
its been doing me a lot of good to just, like, not care too deeply, and only write when im in the right mood. i want the act of sitting down and tending to my wips to be a conscious decision i make in full-knowledge of the consequences, no matter how pressing it feels in that moment to “do” something with that strike of inspiration. cultivating that enjoyment of a story by spending a healthy amount of my writing time dreaming about it, and virtually “doing nothing” makes me happy, and helps me find to where i need to go in the end. that is also an argument i use to barter with my capitalist brain.
Do you curate playlists for each fic or is your process different?
i used to curate playlists for wips. i still have those! theyre great for when i want to get into a specific mindset. i dont do that anymore though, too much work. most of my wips are fueled by the same music anyway, because most of my music listening to is being done while writing. thats also why i dont listen to music just for fun anymore, my music listening to capacity is fully exhausted (i know! how can i! im currently trying out this new thing called "recreational listening to music while lying facedown on the bed being a blob in the troposphere" its really nice)
Do you go balls to the wall and write as you go or are you more organized?
balls to the walls!!!!!!!! but id argue that these two things arent necessarily at odds u just have to know how to ride that rodeo (takes out a third knife)(camera pans in and it is revealed: im a knife bouqet shaped like a woman disguised in a trenchcoat)
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Will you write a lazy day with Charles Leclerc and Leo? Maybe Charles came back exhausted from a race that didn't go so well and all he needs is a hug from his girlfriend?
LAZY EVENING/ CL16
Charles Leclerc x reader
sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but I enjoyed writing it! It's just a lot of fluff sorry guys!!
Charles was always good at what he did. Cooking, making things, cuddling with your dog, or driving in Formula 1. He broke the curse of Monaco and thus began his huge career. But this race he ran didn't go too well, due to Ferrari's bad strategy and bad tires. And so he got a DNF in the first qualification and placed 5th in the overall race.
Which is certainly not a bad thing, especially since this race was in Las Vegas, where there are always the most participants and the track is very difficult to remember, but for Ferrari, who had to finish the season well, it wasn't enough.
Charles was mainly angry with himself. He knew that he should have tried harder and that he had messed up the race, but all he wanted was to finally get out of the cameras and pitiful stares and get cozy in bed with his girlfriend.
Unfortunately, You wasn't at his race because you had to stay at the hotel and do computer work due to work reasons that you hated. However, you definitely did not miss the race and watched it until the end, when Verstappen, Sainz and Norris stood on the podium.
But as midnight slowly approached and you tried harder and harder to stay awake to wait for Charles, your eyes closed until they closed completely and you fell asleep over an open laptop with work and the TV on with the main broadcast of interviews with F1 drivers.
When Charles came home, he expected you to be waiting for him. Therefore, he opened the door sharply, put his backpack on the floor and gave a small shout; "Love, I'm home"!
You twitched and grunted slightly in your sleep before turning over on the couch to face the TV and snuggling further into the blankets. You didn't plan to open your eyes because in your sleepy state you didn't realize that Charles was home.
Hearing no response, Charles frowned slightly and slowly walked into the living room. When he saw how the TV was on with F1 and you were sleeping on the couch, he couldn't help but feel happiness and love.
You were his everything. In good times and in bad, you were his sunshine. And that's why when he saw you sleeping in front of the TV with the footage of the other Formula 1 drivers, it warmed his heart. He knew very well how sad you felt when you couldn't make it to his race.
He slowly walked over to you, kneeling by your head and slowly brushing your hair away from your face. Then he bent down so as not to wake you and planted a soft kiss on your forehead.
You smiled a little under his touch as you realized who it was and slowly opened your tired eyes. “Hi Char” you smiled at him and reached out to stroke his cheek. “Congratulations on the race” you smiled.
He leaned into your touch and his smile brightened even more. “Shall we go to sleep?” he asked as he saw you close your eyes again even though you were trying not to and you slowly nodded.
“And where is Leo?” he asked one more question before he could pick you up in his arms and carry you to bed. You didn't answer anything and just lifted the blanket, where a small golden dog was hidden by your lap, which has become your "child" for the six months you've had it.
When he saw Charles, he immediately got up and ran his short legs to him for a kiss and a cuddle.
After Charles cuddled up to him, he scooped you up in his arms as a reward for having to wait for him and carried you to bed with Leo at your heels.
He slowly laid you down on the bed, you shifted to your side and waited for him to take off his shirt, change his pants and come to you.
Before long, he finally appeared by the bed in just his shorts and you couldn't help but bite your lip when you saw him like that. You still didn't understand how someone like him could be yours.
He climbed into bed behind you, pulling you to his side and you rested your head on his shoulder. One of his hands caressed your back and the other brushed your hair away from your face. Again. You should probably get a haircut..
“I love you do you know that?” he whispered in your ear and you raised your head to be directly facing him.
“How could I not know Char?” you smiled and leaned down so your lips met his halfway. It was a loving kiss that you thought was more of a good night, but later it got more and more passionate.
When you were both out of breath, you had to pull away from each other. “Are you sure you want to go to sleep?” he asked, looking all over your face.
You did, you think them even though you were actually 100% clear. "I'm not sure..." you whispered before smiling and bringing your head closer to his.
"I think you know" Charles smiled lightly and connected his lips to yours again, this time in a hungrier kiss.
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headaches and remedies



pairing: yeonjun x idol!fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship
warnings: mention of stressed out reader, mentions of food and eating, kissing, reader feeling under the weather (lmk if i missed any!)
in which reader has a headache, so her boyfriend tries to alleviate the pain.
a/n: omg hello again! it's been a long long time :) i've been very busy with my third year of uni, but i'm going to try and post a bit more now that i have a break between semesters! i hope you guys like this one <3
it was just another day of promoting for the new album that moonstone, y/n’s group released, this time in inkigayo, where yeonjun and her had been working for two weeks since then as the new mc’s. everything was going well, the interview had just started and the three commentators made the other five members feel comfortable. the audience was amused by their comfortable conversations and even laughed when they realised that they were going out of script.
nonetheless, y/n wasn’t being very talkative that day since she was having a headache from the moment she woke up, so she didn’t want to force herself to say anything apart from what was in her script before performing for that day’s stage.
yeonjun, who was standing next to her during the interview, had noticed her state and gave her a sympathetic look, to which she flashed him a fast and small smile, grateful that her boyfriend realised she wasn’t feeling her best right then. “so, y/n,” said boy started, feeling sorry that he had to make her talk, even if it was just a short answer to his question. “what can your fans, moonlight, expect from this stage?”
y/n took a short breath, composed herself, and straightened up, trying to seem as okay as possible. “well,” she responded, pushing herself to form coherent words. “this is our first performance for this song, so we’ll show our beautiful fans the whole choreo live for the first time!” she gave the camera a grin and continued. “we hope they all enjoy it just as much as we do,” she finished with a grin and a small heart directed to the camera and then looked at the actual audience, who cheered loudly at her words and gesture.
“amazing!” the third mc spoke and turned to one of the other five members to ask her another question. as said member talked, yeonjun kept stealing glances at y/n, both to make sure she was okay and because it had been a few weeks since they had seen each other, and he missed being next to her. the girl noticed but pretended to not see anything and tried to hide her smile to not alarm anyone that watched the interview, hoping twitter wouldn’t put their ship name on trending again for the nth time that month since they announced they’d be working together. on the inside, though, she wanted nothing more than to be with him without any cameras around, for she also wished to spend time with him, especially after not meeting at all for a while because of the hectic schedule that came with new releases.
the interview ended swiftly, so the members quickly went to their waiting rooms to get the final touches in order to perform. it was a hard choreography, and the song required a high vocal register, so y/n got an even bigger headache when the schedule concluded. thankfully, the group didn’t have to stay longer, so after changing, the members parted ways. some of them went to their idol friends’ dorms while others just decided to go to a café nearby and wind down before going back to work during the afternoon.
stepping inside the empty dorm, y/n said a quick hi to the cats that belonged to one of the members and to her dog remus, fed all of them and put on some comfortable clothes just to throw herself on the bed right after. as she let the mattress envelop her, she basked in the silence and let out a deep sigh, overwhelmed and tired of everything, even though it was just 1 pm. she thought of making lunch, but she didn’t have the strength to even do that, so she just closed her eyes and let sleep take over her.
an hour and a half later, she woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. she clumsily grabbed it and picked up the call. “hey,” y/n immediately smiled after hearing his voice. “can you let me in? i brought some stuff that might lift your spirits,” without answering him, y/n ran to the front door and opened it in a rush, throwing herself into yeonjun’s arms. he quickly dropped the bag he had on his hand and wrapped his arms around her, tightening his grip on her waist and lifting her up slightly, making her giggle softly at the action.
y/n placed her head in the crook of his shoulder, revelling on his warmth and slightly hearing the soft beating of his heard. “missed you,” she mumbled, pressing a small kiss to his collarbone.
yeonjun softly chuckled, trying to pull her even closer to him, even though there was no space left between them. “i missed you too, baby,” after a while, he slowly detangled himself from the hug and picked up the bags he had left on the floor, raising them up to his girlfriend’s face. “i gave myself the pleasure of buying you lunch and your favourite bubble tea cause you looked really exhausted during inkigayo and i hate seeing you like that,” he pouted slightly as he looked down at her. yeonjun always felt guilty when she was under the weather. he knew it wasn’t his fault, and she reminded him of that too, but he couldn’t help but think he could do more to try and make her feel better faster and more easily, so he always tried to do things for her, no matter how small, to take off some of the weight she seemed to carry. their relationship went two ways, and he always took that into consideration.
y/n was having a very busy schedule that month, so her anxiety piked up and she also felt very stressed, both things making her feel much more sensitive, so she almost started crying, her eyes glistening and unshed tears threatening to fall. “you didn’t have to do that, baby,” she whispered, smiling tearfully. “i would’ve been able to look after myself,” she tried to put up a front like usual, since she didn’t really like feeling vulnerable, although she tried to work on it when it came to yeonjun. “besides,” she continued, mirroring his pout. “aren’t you tired too? from today’s work and practising for the comeback?” y/n realised he was also kind of being hard on himself, and felt bad that he couldn’t rest as much because he went to get things for her.
yeonjun placed the bag on the kitchen counter, then turned to his girlfriend and placed one hand on her waist as the other cradled her cheek, his thumb slowly caressing it. “yeah,” he admitted. “i can barely hold myself up right now, but i thought that we could eat take out together and then cuddle in bed and take a well-deserved nap,” he gave y/n his signature smile, tilting his head and closing his eyes slightly as he did so. “don’t you think?”
y/n giggled at his actions. “yeonjun, love, you know i really like cuddles,” her smile widened as he his eyes lit up when hearing that. “but-” she tried to continue and argue that she had to prepare some tracks for the special stages for some performances that were taking place at the end of the month, but he cut her off.
“no!” the boy quickly intervend. “no ‘buts’, we’re taking the rest of the afternoon for ourselves whether you like it or not,” this time, he frowned, trying to make himself look fierce, but she just found it endearing.
still, y/n knew she couldn’t say no to him when he got so stubborn, so she accepted defeat and sighed. “you’re not gonna change your mind, are you?” she questioned, to which he quickly shook his head no, as she expected. “okay, cuddles it is then,” she tried to sound disappointed, but a smile threatened to peek out.
“yes!”
after the delicious lunch, the pair went to y/n’s room and laid in bed. y/n settled her head on yeonjun’s chest, hearing his steady heartbeat and feeling the pattern of his calmed breathing. yeonjun looked at her and smiled, slowly gliding his fingers through her soft hair and admiring her features. he could look at her every day for the entirety of it and would still find new things to love with every glance he took. he truly loved her with his whole being and always felt like he was soaring around her, the honeymoon phase of their relationship not quite over yet (and maybe it would never be, for every time he even spared a glance at her and her eyes met his, his heart went crazy).
“hey, babe?” y/n asked
yeonjun muttered a soft, “hm?” to tell her to keep going.
“can you not stare at me that much during interviews? it’s hard to concentrate while feeling your eyes on me all the time,” she pleaded, embarrassed to admit that he made her that nervous.
yeonjun wrapped an arm around her waist, moving downwards so he could pull her closer and hide his face in her neck. “but i can’t help it!” he whined. “you’re too beautiful to not look at, love.”
“but you’re making it very obvious that we’re together, jun,” she chuckled, twirling his hair around her index finger.
yeonjun groaned in faux annoyance. “what do you suggest i do then, cover my eyes?”
y/n laughed at his question. “no, baby, i’m just asking that you look at everyone else except of just me or else we’ll get outed before we even realise it,” she stated. “twitter and tiktok are crazy enough about us already so let’s try and keep our companies as sane as possible until we decide to announce it on our own terms, okay?” she reasoned. they had been dating for half a year, so it was still new, and they didn’t want to rush it and be out to the public too early. they agreed on taking it slow so they could enjoy it without pressure.
“i-” he started, but sighed. “ugh, sure” he caved in. “fine, i’ll do what you say, your highness,” he flailed his arm around dramatically, pretending to bow like a knight would.
y/n laughed and met his gaze. “thank you, junnie,” she said as she kept playing with the ends of his hair, noticing how he closed his eyes a slightly when she scratched his scalp with her nails. just by laying with him, her headache was already dissipating, so when her boyfriend checked in on her and asked her how she was feeling, she answered truthfully. “i'm feeling much better, baby,” she smiled. “thank you for being here with me.”
yeonjun’s eyes lit up at her answer, his whole self relaxing as he felt proud of himself for visiting her and doing his best to make the aching go away. he lifted her face up by the chin with his index and thumb fingers, moving his hand to the back of her head as he carefully pulled her closer, the distance between them growing smaller and smaller until their lips met. it was a short kiss, but also soft and just enough for them both to feel giddy inside like a pair of teenagers. yeonjun looked at her afterwards and smiled, tracing random patterns on the nape of her neck. “anything for you, my love.”
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Capitol Punishment III
Haymitch x Reader
Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.
A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.
Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts
Word Count: 3.0K
Part II | Masterlist | Part IV
You, Cinna, and Effie were all eagerly sat on the couch in the living room of the penthouse waiting for Katniss and Peeta to return from their individual session with the game makers. You were discussing game outfits with Cinna when Effie suddenly interrupted you. “Y/N where is Haymitch?” she demanded.
“Calm down,” you began, “he’s down in the training area waiting for them.”
Before Effie could huff anymore the elevator dinged and out stepped the tributes and Haymitch. Haymitch made a beeline for the bar again as Katniss and Peeta approached the couch. “So how’d it go?” you asked.
“Katniss shot an arrow at them,” Peeta jumped in to answer.
“Peeta!” Katniss scolded.
“Katniss!” Effie shrieked. “Why would you do such a thing?”
As Haymitch rounded the couch, drink in hand, he gave Katniss an emphatic thumbs up. You were glad to she a smile tug at her lips, probably the first since she’s gotten here. “Calm down,” Haymitch told Effie as he sat next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
“Calm down? This reflects badly on all of us!” she huffed.
Haymitch just ignored her. “Tell Y/N what you said,” he laughed.
Katniss chuckled, looking down at her hands. “Thank you for your consideration.”
Haymitch laughed again, repeating the line as Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen, rattling off numbers until he got to District 12. “From District 12: Peeta Mellark. 8.” Everyone erupted into excited gasps until they were quelled by Caesar’s voice. “Katniss Everdeen. An 11.”
Had you not gotten so good at keeping your face blank, your jaw would’ve dropped. An 11? That was practically unheard of. “I thought they hated me,” Katniss said in disbelief.
“They must’ve liked your guts,” Haymitch answered.
“And your accuracy,” you added.
Cinna then stood up, glass raised. “To Katniss Everdeen, the girl on fire!”
~
You and Haymitch were stood with the other victors and tributes who had already gone, huddled around the screens displaying the tributes’ interviews. You watched intently, the career districts dazzling the audience as always. As for the poorer districts they were all clearly very uncomfortable, boring the audience. You had been a lot like them. You were very uncomfortable with the skin tight, almost sheer dress you had been put in and you gave short, quiet answers to Caesar’s questions.
You watched as Katniss entered the stage looking dazed, tension clawing at your throat. “She’s gonna pass out,” you commented to Haymitch who had a hand rested on your hip.
“She’ll be fine. She’s the girl on fire, people will eat it up.” You only nodded, eyes still locked on the screen as Caesar welcomed her to the stage.
Caesar made a comment, waiting for a reply but all he got was a “What?” from Katniss.
“I think someone’s a little shy,” he laughed gently. “I said that was quite and entrance that you've made at the Tribute's parade the other day. Do you want to tell us about it?”
“Well, I was just hoping that I wouldn't burned to death.”
The crowd erupted into laughter, meanwhile Katniss still looked like she was going to throw up. “When you came out of that chariot, I have to say… My heart stopped. Did any of you experience this as well?” he asked the crowd which let out an applause. “My heart stopped.”
“So did mine,” Katniss breathed, earning another laugh.
“They love her,” you said in awe.
“Yeah they’re liking the vulnerability and the girl on fire thing,” Haymitch said, taking a swig from his drink.
“Now tell me bout the flames. Were they real?” Caesar asked.
“Yes,” Katniss answered with a slight smile. “In fact I'm wearing them today. Would you like to see?”
You clutched Haymitch’s blazer as the crowd began cheering.
“Wait wait wait. Is it safe?” Caesar asked. Katniss smiled and nodded, standing up. She faced the audience before spinning around, flames erupting from the bottom of her gown. “Woah woah woah! Steady!” Caesar called as Katniss’s spins slowed. He helped her sit back down, giving her a second to gather herself. “Katniss, that was something. That was something. Thank you for that. I have one more question for you. It's about your sister,” he paused for a second taking her hand. “We were all very moved, I think when, you volunteered for her at the reaping. Does she come to say goodbye to you?”
“Yes,” Katniss’ voice echoed across the now silent audience. You could see everyone looking incredibly sympathetic towards her.
“And what did you say to her in the end?”
“I told her that I would try to win. That I will try to win for her.” The crowd ‘awed.’
“Of course you did. And try you will,” Caesar said solemnly before take her hand and standing up. Back to him normal, excited presenter self he yelled, “Ladies and gentlemen, from District 12, Katniss Everdeen, The Girl On Fire!”
“They ate that up,” Haymitch celebrated, jostling you a bit. “Sponsors will be clamoring to help her.”
Katniss then walked in, spotting you and Haymitch just as Peeta was entering the stage. “Nice job, sweetheart,” Haymitch complimented. “And nice dress.”
“Thanks,” she muttered before turning her attention to the screen.
Peeta was sat on the chair next to Caesar, looking very comfortable with the spotlight. “How are you finding the Capitol? Don't say with a map,” Caesar said with a laugh.
“Uh, it's uh… different. It's very different,” Peeta said with a suave smile.
“Different? In what way? Give us an example.”
“Uh okay, well the showers here are weird.” The crowd laughed.
“Showers?”
“Yes.”
“We have different showers,” Caesar told the audience.
“I have a question for you Caesar,” Peeta leaned up a little. “Do I smell like roses to you?” he asked very seriously even.
“Um…” Even Caesar, a seasoned professional, seemed surprised by the question.
“Do I?” He seemed especially surprised when Peeta leaned closer, gesturing Caesar to smell him. “Do I?”
“Yeah,” Caesar agreed. “Do I smell like it?” The audience once again roared with laughter as Peeta smelled the host.
“You definitely smell better than I do,” Peeta said, leaning back.
“Well I’ve lived here longer.”
“That makes sense.”
None of the other tributes’ interviews held a candle to Peeta’s. The Capitol was eating up his charming banter and they had adored Katniss’ awkwardness coupled with her image as the girl on fire. You glanced around the room, finding the career tributes sending side eyes to Katniss. Some were trading their glares between Katniss and her district partner on the screen.
You were brought from your thoughts by Caesar’s next question. “So Peeta tell me… is there a special girl back home?”
Peeta chucked bashfully. “No, not really.”
“No? I don't believe it for a second. Look at that face. Handsome man like you, Peeta. Tell me.”
Peeta licked his lips, the only sign of nervousness tonight. “Well, there a… there's this one girl that I had a crush on forever. But I don't think she actually recognize me until the reaping.”
“Well… I'll tell you what Peeta. You go out there and you win this thing. And when you get home, she'll have to go out with you. Right folks?” The crowed cheered.
“Thanks but I uh… I don't think winnings gonna help me at all.” Peeta was picking at the arm of his chair, not making eye contact. “Because she came here with me.” All three of you froze, both you and Haymitch slowly turning to look at Katniss. She had a look of shock that slowly morphed into anger.
The crowd broke out into sounds of sympathy and shouts of support.
“Well, that's bad luck,” Caesar said, surprised again for the second time this interview.
“Yeah. It is.”
“And I wish you all the best of luck.”
~
You, Haymitch, and Katniss headed towards the elevators, Katniss still silently fuming. Once you pressed the button, Peeta rounded the corner to meet you. Katniss made a beeline for him, pushing him over into a table, knocking over a vase which broke. “What the hell was that?” she demanded.
“Stop it!” Haymitch yelled, standing between them.
“He made me look weak,” she seethed.
“He just did you a favor,” Haymitch countered. “He made you look desirable. Which in your case can’t hurt sweetheart.” Ice rushed through your veins as you realized what Peeta just did to Katniss should she be the one to come out of the games.
You stepped over broken glass, towards Peeta. “C’mon,” you said, gesturing to help him up. He reached up towards you but stopped when he saw blood coming from hi palm. “It’s okay,” you dismissed his concerns about getting you dirty, “we’ll get that bandaged up.”
He took one of your hands with his non-injured one, allowing him to stand up. “We’ll go to the infirmary. See you up there?” Haymitch nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before facing the elevator once more.
You led Peeta down the hall, finding the training room and the infirmary just off of it. “Hello?” you called, expecting someone to be there. You got no reply.
“I don’t think anyone’s here,” Peeta said, still applying pressure to his palm.
“Yea, me too. Why don’t you sit down, I’ll find some gauze and bandages,” you requested, guiding him towards a chair. You then went into one of the back rooms, finding all the supplies you’d need. You grabbed them, walking back out towards Peeta. “Let me see,” you tugged on his hand, squatting down. “So, was that thing about Katniss real?” you asked, dabbing blood away from the wound.
“Yeah,” he said bluntly, seeming to have nothing else to lose. “I used to watch her walk by to school every day.”
“Well, sorry she kind of rejected you,” you laughed. Fortunately he did too.
“Yeah, definitely one of the harsher rejections.”
“Well if it’s any consolation, the sponsors absolutely loved you.”
“Hey, what’s your deal with sponsors?” Peeta asked. You froze, trying not to show it. “I mean you change whenever sponsors are mentioned.”
You huffed. No point in keeping this kid in the dark. “Because the sponsors who saved my life feel… entitled to me. And it’s become this situation where people pay Snow, and in return they get me for the night.”
“Oh…” Peeta said. “I’m sor-”
“Don’t be,” you cut him off. “It’s the price I pay for getting to love Haymitch. If not for him, I’d be long gone by now.”
“Do the people know about you and Haymitch?”
“No, Snow wants me to seem available. Even if we were allowed to be a couple publicly I doubt it’d change much. The Capitol loves to take things from the districts. I suppose my… predicament is also Haymitch’s punishment.”
“Can I ask— and I don’t mean to be rude—” you laughed internally at that. You were pretty sure this kid didn’t have a rude bone in his body. “Why are you with Haymitch? He’s like 15 years older than you and an alcoholic.”
You chuckled a little at the ridiculousness of it. Many others who knew about your relationship had asked you the same. “Because he was there for me my entire games. Even after he was beaten down by the Capitol and cynical about the world, he was there for me, meanwhile I had absolutely no one else. I won my games out of spite… Haymitch has become my only reason to live.” Peeta sat speechless, not sure what to say. “C’mon,” you said, taping down his bandage, “let’s get you to bed.”
You headed upstairs, making small talk as if you hadn’t just poured out your heart to this kid. You made your way into Haymitch’s room where he was laying on the bed, watching a holographic television. “Hey, how’s the kid?”
“He’ll be fine, just sucks he has to go into the arena with a cut open hand,” you said, lying down next to Haymitch. He rolled closer to you, pulling down the neckline of your dress a little, revealing bruises you didn’t cover up with makeup. Your presence had been requested by a Capitol man not long after Katniss’ 11 was announced. As he was using your body he demanded to know how Katniss scored an 11 and when you refused to tell him, he got violent until a couple avoxes that had been in the room had to pry him off of you.
“They’re getting more violent,” Haymitch noted, an edge of anger in his voice. “Y/N this is getting really dangerous.”
“There’s nothing either of us can do about it,” you sighed. “I’m doing this until I’m no longer desirable.”
“You’ll always be desirable to me,” Haymitch murmured, pressing his lips to yours. He rolled more so he was on top of you, sliding his hands down your body.
You placed a firm hand on his chest, pressing against him. Taking the hint Haymitch pulled away from you. “Not right now, I want to wash him off me first.”
“Yeah, of course. Take as much time as you need,” he said, pressing a peck to your lips before getting off of you.
~
The next morning both you and Haymitch walked Peeta to his tube, Katniss having decided to go with Cinna, the two of them becoming close over the past couple days.
“Remember, run away from the Cornucopia, nothing in there is worth getting killed in the first two minutes,” you advised. “If you join an alliance leave early, remember no one in there is your friend. Only one person comes out.”
Peeta nodded nervously, standing in front of the platform.
“I really do, sincerely hope I get to see you again,” you said, pulling him into a hug.
As you stepped back, Haymitch reached forward, taking Peeta’s hand, shaking it. “We’re going to try our best to help you in there.”
You watched nervously with the other victors as the time counted down. “3… 2… 1.” The tributes ran to the cornucopia. You watched as Peeta ran off into the woods along with two others. As for Katniss she ran towards the cornucopia, stopping only a couple feet in. She looked around, trying to figure out what to do as you internally cursed her for not having a plan.
Fortunately all the career tributes who had weapons were too distracted, slaughtering the others tributes who also went for supplies. Which gave Katniss enough time to decide to grab a backpack further away from the cornucopia than the weapons. She was suddenly knocked to the ground by another fleeing tribute before he was taken down by the girl from District 2 with the knives. She flung another one at Katniss which would’ve hit her in the chest had she not used the backpack as a shield. Taking the knife out of the backpack, she ran for the trees. Fortunately the girl with the knives lost interest in Katniss.
By the time the bloodbath was over there were 11 dead children, and you needed a drink. Seemingly reading your mind, Finnick appeared with a whiskey. “Sorry about your tribute,” you muttered into the drink.
Finnick shrugged sadly. “He was only 12. Didn’t have much of a chance anyways. Just sad that no one volunteered for him.”
“Yeah,” you agreed softly.
“I see your human torches are still alive. Congratulations.”
You chuckled. “Yeah well only one listened to me. Katniss got lucky the other careers didn’t target her as soon as that timer went off.” You looked over at Cashmere, Gloss, Brutus, and Enobaria who were observing their tributes as they officially formed their alliance. Every other tribute had either fled or laid dead, leaving them in control of all the weapons and supplies.
Suddenly, Peeta and the boy from District 3 came out of the woods, hands raised high in surrender. “No Peeta,” you whispered under your breath as Beetee came over to you.
“They’ve formed an alliance,” he commented.
“Yeah one that’ll get them killed as soon as they eliminate their biggest threat: Katniss.”
“I think Byte will prove to be a bit more useful to the careers than yours,” Beetee said in a slightly excited way. “No offense.”
“None taken,” you muttered. It wasn’t uncommon for victors to take pride in their tributes, especially the ones that had a shot at winning. No one wanted to watch the child they had just trained for a week get slaughtered.
“Sorry about your tribute Finnick,” Beetee said. Finnick only hummed a response.
You all watched as Peeta and Byte acquired the careers’ trust. With Byte saying he could rig the explosives to protect their supplies. And Peeta promising that he could help find Katniss. Finnick sucked air through his teeth. “Cold blooded. Say you’re in love with the girl from your district only to create an alliance to hunt her down.”
“Unless he’s slitting all their throats in their sleep, they’re going to kill him the first chance they get,” you said.
Suddenly peacekeepers entered the room, making a beeline for you and Finnick. Seeing the threat, Haymitch was immediately by your side, wrapping a protective arm around your waist.
“Finnick Odair,” you silently breathed a sigh of relief, “your presence is requested.” Finnick huffed, used to the drill, before handing you his drink and begrudgingly heading off with them.
“Glad it wasn’t you. I don’t think your body could handle it,” Haymitch muttered against your hair in relief, referring to the wounded state you had been returning to him in.
Part II | Masterlist | Part IV
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[Translation] Bustafellows Season 2 - Helvetica Short Story - Am I bad?

Source: Bustafellows Season 2 Stella Set Special Bonus Booklet Note: Takes place after the first game, no S2 spoilers.
Helvetica Short Story - Am I bad?
‘Ah, Teuta, about today….’
Having rushed into the living room in a fluster, Teuta threw her bag onto the sofa.
‘What is it!?’
‘No…..you seem to be in a hurry.’
‘I’m about to be late! I’ve got tons of interviews on for today…..Ah! But I’ll make sure to be there tonight!’
‘Will you?’
‘’Course I will. I mean, didn’t you say it’s a big important academic conference? Since I got invited as your partner, I’ll be sure to come all dressed up. You know….because I couldn’t make it to the party last time.’
As she answered my question in a loud voice, Teuta was in the kitchen making a shoddy looking sandwich. The scene was just so comical, I couldn’t help but laugh in spite of myself.
‘....Why are you laughing?’
Cheeks stuffed with bread, she returned to the living room.
‘I wasn’t really laughing. I was just so, so happy that you hadn’t forgotten our promise.’
‘.....The way you said that just now sounded kind of pointed.’
‘Well, perhaps I am also referring to the fact that you stood me up last time without so much as a text message.’
‘I did say I was sorry about that….’
‘Exactly, that’s why I am very much looking forward to you being there tonight.’
‘Yeah…..Ah, crap! Forgot to print out my manuscript!’
Making a hurried reply, Teuta again dashed out from the living room. The sight of her hand holding on to her phone as she went by remained in my eyes like an after image. Vivid, red-coloured nails. The lacquer stuck out a little and was uneven.
(Those nails you tried so hard to paint really suit the red dress you picked out last night…..)
That evening, the venue was overflowing with well-dressed guests. My appearance on stage was now long well over. All I’d had to do was introduce the papers that had been submitted to the conference in a formal ceremony. Since the aim of tonight’s party was mainly to gather donations, I’d been able to keep the formalities to a minimum. The sponsors who gave us money had no interest in the latest technology. They only cared about the superficial side of things, about things that were showy and capable of generating buzz.
(....Teuta hasn’t arrived yet.)
When I looked at my phone, there was a message from her. Perhaps it was to say that she was already here at the venue, or that she wasn’t going to make it.
I took a surreptitious look around me. I couldn’t help but follow women with the same type of build with my gaze. If possible, I didn’t want you to see me looking around for you. You would probably laugh at me, saying, “Did you really miss me that much?”
(......Well, I suppose I wouldn’t really mind that either)
In the passageway towards the bar I saw a group of men and women. No, it was actually just one woman, and a number of men. With just a single glance, I could tell that she was beautiful. Her red dress and golden hair reflected vividly in my eyes.
(.....Teuta?)
Although the simple red dress and pointed toe shoes she wore looked mature, her side profile showed an appearance that still had a small element of childishness.
‘Which clinic are you from?’
‘Um, I’m-’
As I came closer, I could clearly hear their conversation. It was obvious from the tone of their voices that the men were trying to flirt with Teuta. I should probably immediately intervene, but it was fun watching both the troubled Teuta and the men getting ahead of themselves.
‘We can get into the VIP area, so why don’t you come with us?’
‘I-I can probably also get in. My boyfriend is a VIP too…..’
‘Your boyfriend’s a VIP? And who might that be? Perhaps you mean me? Ahaha!’
I almost let a burst of laughter escape me. They must be thinking they were doing pretty well, but just imagining what their faces would look like soon enough, my shoulders seemed about to shake with pent-up amusement.
‘Ah, hey….look this way for a moment.’
‘Huh? What is it?’
‘The tag’s still on your clothes.’
‘Wha-!? No way-!?’
As I listened to their conversation, I took a casual glance at Teuta’s dress. He was right, the tag was still hanging there, just as it had been when she’d bought it.
‘I’ll take it off, c’mon, turn around.’
‘Um…..’
Just before the man’s outstretched hand touched Teuta, I firmly pulled her towards me in an embrace.
‘Ah-.....Helvetica?’
I gently ran a hand through her golden hair, gathering it together.
‘Uh, if I’m remembering right, you’re-’
‘Do you know who I am?’
Having seen me take Teuta into my arms, the mens’ eyes had quite literally grown round.
‘Um, Helvetica…..?’
‘Stay where you are and don’t move.’
The tag hanging at Teuta’s back. I drew my face closer to it, biting down on the thread.
‘Ah-.....’
The tag I’d bitten off still in my mouth, I faced the men down once more. Seeing them look so shocked, I couldn’t help but smile. I spat the tag out at their feet.
‘So? Do you know who I am?’
‘Ah, um…..that is-, p-please excuse us-’
The group of men quickly scattered like a pack of hyenas that saw they no longer had a chance of victory.
‘..........’
Teuta timidly turned to look at me.
‘Helvetica…..?’
‘I’m not necessarily praising you with the words I’m about to say, so please don’t get carried away.’
‘Wh-What?’
‘You are a much more attractive woman than you think you are. There are probably a lot of men who find you physically desirable. And not only that, you’re dense when it comes to male-female relationships.’
‘Hey, “dense” is a bit....’
‘Men are good at sniffing out that kind of denseness.’
‘What do you mean by “good at”? I wasn’t really interested in getting to know those guys from earlier at all…..’
‘It means they think they can have their way with you if they’re pushy enough.’
‘That’s….’
Perhaps because I’d ended up wording it harshly, Teuta’s eyes looked a little hurt. Taking a deep breath, I put my arms around Teuta’s shoulders and drew her close to me. As I lightly stroked her back, she rested her head on my chest. The weight of it felt comfortable.
‘You’re in love with me, aren’t you? You love only me. Isn’t that right?’
‘.....It is.’
‘Still, please be more aware that there are bad men out there that might try and lay a hand on you.’
‘..........’
‘Your answer?’
Teuta took her face away from my chest, looking up at me with large eyes.
‘.....I, like bad men.’
‘What are you saying?’
‘I’m telling you I like bad men. The kind that’s always making a face like, “I only do what I want” but actually is always thinking about me, that can’t help wanting to keep me all to himself, that kind of bad guy.’
‘.....Is that so.’
I stretched out a hand, tangling Teuta’s hair around my fingers. The soft sensation of it running through the spaces between them felt pleasant.
‘.....Am I a bad woman?’
‘Yes, a woman that's bad at using her head.’
‘So mean.’
Leaning down a little, I put my lips at Teuta’s ear. As I sucked in a small breath, I could feel Teuta’s body tense. I spoke in a voice as low and breathy as possible.
‘.....Seeing as you can only think of me, don’t you think you’d have to be?’
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New Girl [00]
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)
MODERN DAY AU
Word count: 1,564
Summary: Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on your long term boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t you. Since living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out at the advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to reside in. The only issue?
You suddenly have four very odd roommates.
a/n: a long time ago i mentally cast jensen ackles as disaster clint barton in my head and have not shook it since which is why his picture is used above👍🏼
[00]: WELCOME HOME
Chapter Summary: You find a new place to live. Your friend mentioned all the amenities, but left out a very important detail.
The loft was absolutely gorgeous. It had an industrial feel to it thanks to the brick walls and metal beams running across the ceiling. Despite that, the warm light streaming through the multitude of windows gave it a soft vibe. From where you sat on the recliner you could see a small, open kitchen that sat right across from a large dining area all of which was behind the large, ‘u-shaped’ couch. Honestly, the moment you stepped through the door your brain immediately decided that this is where you wanted to live.
However, there was one little flaw you didn’t foresee when you showed up for the interview/tour.
“So, you guys…are guys.” You said slowly. You laced your fingers together and rested them on your knee awkwardly. In front of you sat four men. Very manly men, actually. Enough so that you weren’t sure why your co-worker would think sending you here to live would be a good idea. Scott Lang had mentioned the open room and the great location, but he had left out this huge detail.
“Yes. Good eye for detail.” The man who introduced himself as Bucky Barnes said dryly. He sat at the far end of the couch in front of you on the left side. He had short, dark hair that kind of looked like he had just rolled out of bed. Sweatpants, a t-shirt, and scruff all along his defined jaw. His stormy eyes looked exhausted, his lips looked downturned into a perpetual frown, and it made you mildly curious since it was literally one in the afternoon and he was nearly dead on his feet.
“I know it’s hard for you to not be a dick, but maybe you can, I don’t know, try?” Sam Wilson, if you remembered his name correctly, replied to him from the entire other end of the couch. The black man had his arms crossed over his chest with a raised eyebrow, but there was nothing but amusement in his brown eyes. Unlike the first man that spoke, this one was dressed in much nicer clothes. A button up shirt and khakis.
You opened your mouth to cut in, but another one of them spoke up first. He sat next to the man who had just spoken, “Quick question, are you single?” You knew his name was Peter but you couldn’t remember what his last name was only that it started with a ‘Q’. He had an impish smirk with sandy blond hair that could only be described as purposely messy. He had a sort of goatee that was mostly just stubble. There was a leather jacket resting on the couch behind him that he had taken off when you first walked in to reveal the tight, gray shirt he wore. “I think it’s the question all of us want answered, right?”
All the men chorused solid disagreements, but it was the man beside him that spoke directly to you. This was the only one who hadn’t actually introduced himself to you. He had come in a couple minutes ago, dropped down on the couch, and then just joined in. You had mentally been referring to him as ‘hot mess’. He had like three bandages on his face, his lip was busted, and he had a fading black eye. His blond hair was also messy, but definitely not in a styled way. More like a ‘I haven’t touched a comb since I was 12’ kind of way. He motioned to you, “Ignore him, the real question we have for you is: Do you have any pets and when can you move in?”
“No.” Bucky shook his head. “We vote before we ask someone to move in. Loft agreement.”
Hot mess spoke again, “Well then let’s—”
“Wait,” You held one hand out and eyes snapped back to you. “Scott told me this was a four-bedroom place, and that you guys were looking for someone to fill a room but…there are already four of you?”
Peter half-heartedly motioned to Bucky and Sam, “These two share a room.”
“Oh!” You bobbed your head with a smile as you motioned to them, “So you guys are a couple?”
“No!” Bucky and Sam both yelled loudly making you jump in shock. They immediately turned and began to bicker with one another.
“Why’re you saying no so fast, man?? I’m a fucking catch.” Sam argued.
“You said no just as quick as I did!”
“Yeah, because I can do a hell of a lot better than a maybe alcoholic still mourning the loss of his psycho ex.”
Bucky sat forward to glare at him, “We are not having this argument again.”
As they continued to yell at one another, while you watched on awkwardly, Peter focused on you with a charming smirk, “They have bunk beds.”
“Bunk… beds?” You questioned skeptically.
“No, no, no.” Sam cut in quickly. He gave up on his argument with Bucky to clarify this. “It’s two very separate beds, on opposite sides of the room. See, I lost a bet so now I’m stuck with his ass—”
“You lost the bet? I lost the bet and now I’m stuck with you.” Bucky argued back.
Hot mess shook his head, “They both lost the bet and now they bunk together like camp buddies.” The two men in question grumbled unhappily. “Also, we’re all super broke so we need someone in the empty room who has a consistent paycheck.” As if to clarify further, he pointed down the couch starting with Bucky, “Bartender at a sketch ass place, in an unknown band, and therapist.”
Sam held one hand up, “I’m the only one with an actual paycheck.”
“I have a paycheck!” Bucky argued.
“And my band is not unknown.” Peter scoffed. “The Guardians have a gig this Thursday!”
Hot mess grinned, “And where are you playing?”
“A Korean restaurant where old men play card game and chain smoke.” Peter mumbled.
You cleared your throat and tried to get this conversation back on track, “You didn’t tell me what your job is. Or your name.”
“Oh, I’m Clint Barton!” He quickly stood up and offered his hand to you. You smiled and took his hand to shake it then he sat back down. “And my job changes depending on the week.”
You bobbed your head once with confused, narrowed eyes, “I, uh, I don’t know what that means.”
Bucky shook his own head, “Neither do we.”
“Well,” You took in a steadying breath, “Like I said before, my name is [Y/N]. And, I actually do have a steady paycheck.” You motioned to yourself. “I work for a modeling agency—”
“Whoa, whoa!” Peter threw his arms out to interrupt, “You’re a model??”
“Uh, no.” You chuckled awkwardly. “I’m more like a manager? Book gigs, manage contracts, help them on set…” There was a pause where they all just stared at you with blank looks. Peter was the only one actively gawking though. You filled the silence with the first thing your brain thought of, “It’s fun! My best friend from high school actually works there as a model so it’s a lot of us just…goofing off? Uh… I don’t have any pets—”
“Meeting!” Peter barked and stood up. He gave you a charismatic smile, “Just give us a couple minutes.” The others stood up with less enthusiasm and began to march out of the room, down the hall. Peter gave you a nod, briefly biting down on his lower lip, bounced his eyebrows up once, then winked at you, “Don’t miss me too much, alright baby?”
Bucky stopped at the mouth of the hall with a frown, and when Peter tried to walk into the hallway he threw his hand out to stop him. Peter complained as Bucky shoved him back then pointed to the short shelf sitting behind the couch. There was a glass jar sitting on it with a pink sticky note taped to the outside that read, ‘Douchebag Jar’ in messy handwriting.
“Jar. Now.”
“That wasn’t even so bad!” Peter argued before pulling a dollar bill out of his pocket and shoving it into the jar. The two of them left to wherever the other two had and suddenly you were left alone in the pretty apartment. Without the yelling boys, the loft became more and more tempting.
You drummed your fingers against your thighs nervously. This was a weird situation and at your age you weren’t really looking to live in a loft downtown with four strange men, emphasis on strange, but you didn’t really have another choice. Your job paid well, but you had lost a lot of money after buying a house with your long-term boyfriend. It seemed like a great idea at the time considering the two of you were coming up on three years together, but when you walked in on him making out with a girl sitting in his lap the great idea died really fast. You didn’t get that money back and honestly you didn’t even try to get possession of the house. You just wanted to be out of his life. Regardless of the cost.
Clint ‘hot mess’ Barton suddenly slid back into the room on his socks making you jump in surprise. He threw his hand out broadly as the others came in as well, “Welcome home, roomie!”
You jumped up in excitement, “Really? You guys aren’t going to regret this!”
#avengers#mcu#marvel#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes is nick miller#you can't convince me otherwise#sam wilson#clint barton#peter quill#reader#female reader#reader insert#modern au
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OT Winners & Baby Kisses
a fic?? from me?? it’s been a little bit but this little blurb finally got finished and i couldn’t wait to share it! the whole idea was inspired by a gif set thanks to @tonyspep and it was the cutest thing to write! also yes, beau is an islander here so we’re ignoring the trade lol.
hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated! xx
word count: 1.4k
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It might be the prettiest goal of his career. Not that Anthony cares. All that matters is the Isles won the game against Toronto in overtime thanks to his top shelf beauty that found the back of the net. His teammates surrounded him in one big hug almost instantly and he got endless helmet taps from everyone for what he did.
But when the celebration is over on the ice and he’s heading back to the locker room for an interview with Shannon, his thoughts are focused on something not even closely related to hockey or the big win.
The love of his life and his little boy.
“Beau! Thanks so much for taking a couple minutes to chat.” Shannon greets him with that same warm smile she always has whenever she catches the boys for interviews. Anthony says it’s no problem and that he’s happy to do it, especially because the fans love these little videos too. “I won’t keep you long. I know there’s a few others who want to congratulate you on the big win.” She continues and Beau nods in agreement.
After going over the questions and trying to think of good responses, Anthony puts all his attention on Shannon and the short interview. The faster it gets done, the quicker he gets to see you and his son.
“I’m here with Anthony Beauvillier, who scored the gorgeous OT winner to give the Isles yet another victory. Beau, can you walk us through the play and how the goal came to be?”
Anthony answers, words leaving his lips in a coherent way and he can’t help but smile thinking back on the goal that doesn’t seem like it just happened. He lucked out in terms of getting great teammates and he loves every second of playing with these guys.
He’s so zeroed in on the camera and his statements about the game, that he almost completely misses the soft murmuring that distinguishingly belongs to a toddler. But he listens to Shannon and tries to tell himself it’s not who he thinks it is.
“We heard your family was here tonight, and if they were, how did that impact your game?”
At that very moment, when Anthony’s breath is stolen away just at the mention of the two most important people in my life, he hears an unmistakable “dada!” followed by toddling footsteps that are heading in his direction. When his blue eyes shift, he spots his sweet little boy running towards him with his arms wide open.
“Frankie!” Anthony immediately mirrors the excited tone of his son as he kneels down to scoop him up in his arms. The happiest giggle escapes past Frankie’s lips and it’s a moment Beau wants to remember forever. He knows that you can’t be far behind and sure enough, he spots you in no time.
Just behind the crew and others passing through the hallway, Beau finds you with a look of adoration and panic on your face. When his gaze meets yours, you mouth a simple “sorry!” even if you both know nothing would’ve stopped Frankie from getting to his father the second he recognized him.
“Sorry, Shannon. Looks like we have a special guest joining us.” Anthony chuckles, adjusting Frankie against his hip. The little boy waved enthusiastically at the woman before settling against his dad’s shoulder.
“Dada win game!” Frankie exclaims, placing a hand against Beau’s cheek while flashing the biggest grin possible. “Win!”
“That’s right, we did win. Good job!” Anthony replies before kissing the top of Frankie’s head and turning back to Shannon. With one silent look, he gave her the okay to ask his son a question which is something he knows will be too cute to pass up.
“Frankie, how cool was it to see your dad score tonight?”
“This much!” Frankie says, holding his hands as far apart as he can. “I yell for Dada when he got goal.”
“I heard you on the ice, buddy. You and Mama.”
The little boy giggles, the sound filling Anthony’s heart with so much love he swears it might burst, before he nuzzles his face into the crook of his dad’s neck. It’s the telltale sign that Frankie has gotten a little shy which only seems to make the moment even sweeter.
“Thanks so much for your time, Beau. Enjoy the rest of the night with your family. Back to you guys!” Shannon finishes the interview, giving him and Frankie a quick goodbye before the broadcast crew leaves.
Before he can even adjust Frankie’s little Islanders beanie so the one floppy piece of hair on his forehead gets tucked back underneath, you’re walking right up to them. The smile on your face can only be compared to the sun and Anthony swears he has never known a love like this.
“Hey, bub.” You say softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips that immediately makes Frankie giggle. “You killed it out there tonight. We’re so proud of you.” Anthony can’t stop the swelling in his chest at the compliment. He usually hates any kind of attention surrounding his play, but from you and Frankie, he would take it anyday.
“Thank you, mon amor.” Anthony murmurs, the French rolling off his tongue so smoothly. “What a surprise this one was! Surprising me in an interview.” He continues, bouncing Frankie on his hip for a moment and the little boy laughs before burying his face against Beau’s.
“I happy for goal!” Frankie exclaims with a laugh before squishing a big, dramatic kiss against his father’s cheek. A giggle slips past your lips at the sight. You’ve never known this kind of happiness before and you don’t ever want it to disappear.
“Well, I’m just as happy to see you.” Anthony says, booping Frankie’s nose to get an adorable smile in response, “And you.” He finishes and pulls you in for a soft kiss that’s full of love.
When the two reluctantly pull away, everything in the world feels just right then. Frankie is fisting Anthony’s blue jersey in his tiny hand as he snuggles into his dad and the adrenaline of the game is still rushing through each one of you although your son seems to be getting sleepy. If this is what the rest of your life will be, will feel like, because of Anthony and your little boy, there’s nothing else in the world you want.
“C’mon bubs, Daddy needs to get changed so we can go home and you’re getting tired.” You prompt, reaching over to transfer the toddler to your arms. But before Frankie can respond or Anthony can hand him over, you hear someone yelling as they turn the corner towards where you’re standing.
“Beau! Dude, where have you been?” Barzy calls out before he takes in the scene. “Hey, Y/N! And Frankie! What’s up, little guy?” Mat says with excitement, holding out a fist for Frankie to fist bump.
“Unca Maty!” Your son almost squeals and Anthony has no choice but to put him down so he can toddle over to his best friend on the team.
“I didn’t know you two would be here.” Mat continues with a smile as kneels down to Frankie’s level before picking him up. “Dad scored a goal just for you, Frankie, huh?”
“Yeah! You score too!” Frankie replies, beaming while gently patting Mat’s cheeks. You can’t help but laugh at the scene and you lean into Anthony for a moment, just watching the little boy who you both love so much interact with one of your closest friends.
“Wanna go say hi to the boys? They would be thrilled to see you.”
“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie cheers in response to Mat’s question and you only shake your head before Mat promises he’ll be back with him soon.
“I should go supervise. Make sure nothing crazy happens.” Anthony says quietly, hands finding your hips and his gaze never breaks away from you. It’s almost as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
“That would be a good idea. Plus the faster we get home, the faster Frankie goes down for bed and the faster we celebrate, yeah?” Anthony’s eyes go wide as you keep talking and your voice begins getting softer and softer. OT winner or not, you still would’ve wanted to celebrate him but you already had the perfect thing in mind.
“I’ll make sure Mat doesn’t hog him for too long.” Beau smirks, kissing you deeply before heading towards the locker room. And as you’re standing there shaking your head as he runs away with a dopey smile on his face, you know you couldn’t be any happier.
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okay, hiiii! so ahem, I’m not too sure if you’ve watched elvis’ “stay away, joe,” and if you haven’t you really should. although it’s kinda…iffy, he’s so damn fine in there 😮💨🫠
I’m really curious about one of his ladies in the film! Quentin Dean, do you know anything or any info as in if they’ve had a bond, or any outtakes?
She randomly popped into my head after watching the wh0rehouse scene in the ‘68 comeback, bc susan henning lowk looked like her in it?!?! lol I think it’s the bangs or sumthin’
But please and thank you, I gotta know!
Hi, Lexy! I'm so, so sorry for taking so long to answer your question, dear. Thank you for reaching me out for information on Elvis' movies, I feel honored you'd think of me for this, really. If there's something I love to talk about, concerning Elvis' career, this is it, his movies — even if it's not always I am lucky finding satisfying info on them, like in this case. 😣
I've spent a long, long while trying to find anything about Quentin Dean and her relationship with Elvis during making of Stay Away Joe (that's why I took so long so answer you) - from Youtube videos to movie magazines articles, but unfortunately I still haven't.
Strangely, Quentin Dean retired pretty quick from Hollywood, after only 4 movies done and very few one-episode appearances in some Western TV shows.
Her acting career (TV and movies) lasted from 1967 to 1969, two years, and it's just bizarre since she was nominated for a Golden Globe Awards for Best Supporting Actress due to her first role on the big screen on the Oscar winner movie (Best Picture) 'In the Heat of the Night' (1967). This movie was released the same year Quentin filmed Stay Away Joe with Elvis (filmed from October 9 to November 27, 1967, released on March 8, 1968).

Quentin Dean prepared for her screen test for the Academy Award Winner movie In The Heat of the Night (1967).
Curiously enough, other than the movies, one of the few TV shows Quentin worked on was The Virginian, created by - guess who! - Charles Marquis Warren, director/producer/screenwriter of Charro! (1969 *updated for minor correction on date -- 'Charro!' was filmed during July and August of 1968 and released in 1969*). Quentin appeared in only one episode of that show, but even so, why would she give up her acting career so fast? She surely had good network in Hollywood... that's just weird. What's worse is that it seems she rarely gave interviews during her acting career and/or denied interviews after retiring from Hollywood, which would explain why her interviews are so hard to find.

1968. Quentin Dean as Saranora on The Virginian (TV Series, 1962–1971) S7. E1 "The Saddle Warmer".
I really tried to find any interview with her, and there must be some, but with a career as short-lived as hers the journalists' interest for details on her acting career is not that big, therefore there aren't modern articles online (that I have put my eyes on) and the existing vintage 60s printed ones weren't scanned and shared online so far, I suppose. 😣 What a shame!

I am confident (or just hopeful) there must be some kind of information concerning her work relationship with EP in books specifically dealing with Stay Away Joe making of, such as "Elvis: Behind The Scenes Speedway & Stay Away Joe" by Erik Lorentzen. I haven't read this book yet, unfortunately. I'm so sorry for not being helpful for now, dear. I tried. I wish I knew something. :( If any friend reading this have already read this book and know something helpful, please, feel free to share what you know with our community. ♥
Well, since we're talking about it already, if you ask me I'd say Elvis and Quentin had a pretty good professional relationship but not as close as Elvis and some of his other leading ladies had. This is pure speculation on my part, but I have a reason to think so. This if one of the movies Elvis did (this one and 'Kissin' Cousins', maybe a few others too, not sure) that Priscilla -- as well as some of the wives from the Memphis Mafia guys -- was right there watching Elvis work in the filming set. I'm not implying Elvis would have had any intimate relationship with Quentin if Priscilla hadn't been there on the filming set or anything but, speaking on friendship matters, it makes sense Elvis would have spent more of his time on set, during breaks from filming, with his gang than with the other actors. Not sure but if so, Quentin wouldn't have many opportunities to get better acquaintance of him, I guess she wouldn't have much to say about him as a person because of this.
What I can say is: below is a "behind the scenes" picture [on the right], not a publicity shot for what I've read. Judging from their faces, Elvis and Quentin had fun working together. ✨ I know, I know... this is not specific but this is what I can share for now.

I'm gonna keep trying to find some information about Quentin's career, and hopefully on her accounts over working in Stay Away Joe. I really wish I could understand why her acting career was so short and what she has done afterwards in her life, so maybe in interviews she shared something about it.
For now, I'm humbly gonna share some of the pictures of Stay Away Joe. And, yes, I've watched it! I've watched all of Elvis' movies.
Stay Away Joe didn't catch my heart at first but little by little it grew on me. Now it is one of my favorite Elvis movies, even tho I still think it's an extremely noisy and a little messy-looking movie too. LOL. Even so it's a good movie... here and there I re-watch it. ♥


Elvis Presley (Joe Lightcloud), Joan Blondell (Glenda Callahan), and Quentin Dean (Mamie Callahan) in Stay Away Joe (1968)
And, to make all of us a little happier, our man:







Stay Away Joe (1968 released, filmed in late 1967)
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Hi!
I always just thought that SJM giving Azriel’s lover Steph’s birthday was a way to honor her friend, not as a way to do this big reveal for who the next female mc would be. I definitely think that the fandom made a big deal about the big birthday reveal, not SJM. I think if SJM was using the birthday to reveal the mc, she would’ve had it align with canon. But it doesn’t. According to gywnriels, SJM gave Gwyn Steph’s birthday but she also wrote the big Elriel scene. She didn’t have to write that scene.
None of it makes sense. That’s why I believe that Elain will be given Steph’s birthday. If SJM wasn’t putting any importance on the birthday thing (which she isn’t), it would make sense for her to reveal the couple first (Elriel) then Elain’s birthday. That’s what they get for thinking the birthday thing REALLY mattered when it doesn’t. What do you believe??
So short answer: It really doesn't matter. At all.
Long Answer: The interview where this question was asked happened after ACOSF was written. I've seen the interview in question and SJM's response gives very much an indulgent okay feel to a friend, like a joke. I don't think SJM thought people were gonna take that as a hint and do fae gestation prenatal charts and math to figure out Azriel's love interest. If it was important she probably would of said she can't promise anything or something vague.
She probably won't even remember to do it.
If we wanted to really look at it...why antis cling to this is weird too cause they have to do all this sleuthing to make it fit Gwyn's birthday but we also don't know Elain's birthday so it could easily be hers.
It's such a nothing matter.
And anyways, she can just retcon anyone's birthday if she wants to cause the only one that has mattered for their character is Feyre.
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I don’t know if you’ve been asked this before, or if you’ve answered this, but has anyone ever asked Michael or Charlotte where the nickname Honeybee came from? I just thought of that and it tickled me cause how would they answer that with a straight face.
Ok I love this question and I hope you see this, anon! Sorry it took me sooo long but I wanted to write something out cause I thought this was so cute lol and to answer your question, they definitely didn't keep a straight face hahaha Michael's been on Graham Norton a couple times and his interviews were so cute and he is so funny so enjoyyyy!
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“I’m very excited to have you both on the couch at the same time, Michael and Charlotte. Here to promote Creed III, which is in theaters next week. I’ve had you both here separately but this is a treat to have you both here,” Graham Norton offered, the studio crowd applauding the couple.
“Thanks man, it’s always a good time here,” Michael responded, Charlotte nodding in agreement.
“So Creed III out next week. Your directorial debut, which is awesome. Congrats to you, Michael. But I have to ask you, Charlotte, what’s it like being directed by your husband? Is that weird having him boss you around on set? Did you give him a hard time?”
Charlotte laughed. “You know, actually it was pretty fun. Not sure how other people feel… working with their husbands but I loved it. You know we’ve been doing these movies and playing Bianca and Adonis for almost a decade. And as these characters have grown and evolved so have we and our relationship. So we have developed a short hand and ease on set with each other that made it easier. It also helps when your pillow talk is with the director,” she chuckled. “I kinda had an idea of the shots he wanted at times and could adjust to make sure I was doing my part to help him get it. Honestly, I just felt proud and so excited for my husband in real life getting to watch him achieve his dreams. I would just watch him sometimes on set and think 'damn, that's my man.' It was fun."
“That’s really sweet. What’s the most annoying thing she did on set?” He asked Michael.
Charlotte playfully raised her eyebrow as Michael rubbed his chin.
“You tryin’ to get me in trouble, huh??” He chuckled with a jokingly nervous energy. “Nah, she has always been like this but she is clumsy as hell - in character and in real life. So more than once, we'd get like a perfect take and then she'd just trip over like… air and we had to redo it."
Charlotte covered her face with her hand in embarrassment as Graham, the other guests, and the crowd laughed.
“Is that true?”
“1000%. I drop everything, I trip alllllllll the time. It’s pretty wild that it hasn’t happened more on red carpets and stuff honestly. And I break a lot of stuff too,” she added, her shoulders shrugging lightly. “I’m worse than our kids and we have twin boys so that’s saying a lot.”
“Wow… so I imagine it’s gotta be weird giving feedback and getting it from your husband? How’d that go over?”
“You know she’s pretty perfect so I never gave her anything other than glowing praise,” Michael interjected with his award-winning smile that had every woman in the crowd swooning.
“Awww, that’s so sweet. And a complete lie,” Charlotte answered playfully, causing the entire crowd to laugh. “I will say, he was very good at giving constructive feedback but I could always tell what kinda feedback was coming just by how he addressed me.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he never uses my first name. And we try to keep it professional on set so he calls me Els 99% of the time on set and at home. But if he had constructive feedback, he always called me honey bee instead of Els. It was like his tell. But yea if he pulled out honey bee, I knew it was to butter me up,” she laughed. “But the feedback was mostly positive.”
“Honey bee, that’s so sweet,” Olivia Coleman, one of the other guests on the couch added.
“To be young and in love. None of the rest of us know anything about that,” Graham joked as the other guests had been married far longer than Michael and Charlotte. “I know Els is short for your middle name. Is there a story behind that nickname?”
Michael and Charlotte shared a glance, Michael trying to stifle his laughter. However, Charlotte could not hide her own, immediately doubling over at the thought of sharing that origin story. They did not mind sharing details of their personal lives and relationship but that was one area they strayed away from.
“I take it that story is not appropriate to share?”
They both shook their heads as they laughed.
“Nah, definitely not, definitely not. It started off as joke but then I liked it and it stuck,” Michael laughed. “That’s her name in my phone too.”
“Meanwhile, he’s name is just Bakari in mine with a heart and ring emoji. He’s the romantic in this marriage.” She scrunched up her face playfully as he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, causing a loud awww to echo through the crowd.
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This was fun! Ask me more stuff like this, friends lol
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📝 ENG Translation: Joker Out: "We perform only for a loud audience".
Article from City Magazine, Serbia.



ENG Translation:
We perform only for a loud audience
Loud, fun, with dancing and a pinch of sequins
We don’t remember when a band jumped several levels of the music scene so quickly, and flew into the most popular in the region ,like the Slovenian band Joker Out.
The popular Slovenians sold out a concert at Dom Omladine in just a few hours, so another date had to be added. Belgrade will welcome them on the 2nd and 3rd of November.
The guys are still on the fence about their fans, when the female fans throw teddy bears on stage, as well as bras. Their audience consists of girls of various ages, but even the parents have heard about them after this year’s Eurovision, when the guys won the hearts of Serbia, which in return gave them 12 points.
Even though it seems to us that everything happened quickly, the band’s frontman Bojan Cvjetićanin didn’t agree with us and told us they’ve been performing at this level for a few years already.
From here we started our short interview, before he and the band ran onto the stage in Belgrade and had an absolute blast.
“In Slovenia we’ve been working at a very high level as a band for at least two or three years already. But we’re still proud of how we’re leading the whole band. We’ve gathered a team that’s like a family to us, so we’re all trying to do things to keep that childish enthusiasm to the max. We’re still very happy and smiling children.” Bojan tells us and continues on that he knows he’s still a “happy child”.
“Even now, when we get to the soundcheck, I behave the same as when everything started. We run out of the van, set up our equipment, joke around, consult with the sound engineers… ”
I asked him what they do when they’re not rock’n’roll stars, but the rock’n’roll star got a little embarrassed at that. However, I asked him to be serious, because it wasn’t me who filled the space in front of the main stage at Arsenal fest this summer, but him.
“We really hang out a lot, and when we’re free, outside of gigs, we spend time together. We love to go fishing.” answers Cvjetićanin and adds what everyone always asks of him; what ‘Carpe diem’, from the name of their biggest hit, means to them.
“All of that time spent together, when we always have new ideas, and where we’re never bored, which also represents a part of that childish enthusiasm. Carpe diem, that’s our day when we’re together.”
A serious career in the west is opening for the guys. In addition to their notable Eurovision performance, this year they collaborated with the famous Elvis Costello. Because of this, and the quality and popularity of their songs, they had a nearly sold out tour in Great Britain, as well as Poland and Scandinavia.
“We haven’t really considered collaborations, with Elvis it came organically. He’s a big inspiration as a musician, and at the very top there’s not many above him. Of course, there’s people we’d love to collaborate with, but as I said, if something happens on its own, then that’s it.”
Regardless of the jump to the west, they haven’t forgotten about the first steps and the people they looked up to at the start, so they always take the chance to mention bands like Siddharta or Da Phenomena, which will be familiar to those who watched and enjoyed MTV Adria.
Lastly, we asked them which bands from the former Yugoslav republics they would bring on tour with them, if they could.
“Of course, from Serbia it has to be Buč Kesidi, Vojko V from Croatia, Who See from Montenegro. We’d bring the young Slovenian band MRFY with us as well. Now, I’m not familiar with a lot of the Macedonian music scene unfortunately, and from Bosnia… (after a long thought and with loud laughter) Hari Mata Hari.”
I had to ask the classic reporter question before a gig, a little twisted though, what do you expect when performing? “I don’t expect a quiet crowd. And I really wouldn’t like for someone not to have fun while we’re performing.”
I’m sure it’ll be exactly like that. Loud, fun, danceable, with a pinch of sequins.
Scan by: IG Safursey (cover picture) & IG Komplijovana (pic 2 & 3)
Translation cr: @moonlvster
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What Happened to the Other Users
Hey everyone, Toby here. Many of you have messaged me asking about what happened to the other users, like EerieWhispers, EddieMcRoy, NexusThrill, and Phantom Echoes. Pretty much all of them.
These are the people who posted previous accounts of their experiences with that copy of Five Nights at Prototype Fredbear’s. But before we get into it, have you noticed how once they posted their stories, they stopped talking? Well, you’re about to find out why.
Let’s start with EerieWhispers. I remember receiving a message from her parents about her whereabouts. In case you’re wondering, I’m friends with all of the missing users. Basically, her parents told me that after she stopped speaking—right after her pet cat Milo was murdered—they went to visit her. When they entered her room, they saw a shadow hanging over the bed in the dark. When they turned on the lights, they gasped in shock and sadness.
They found her body hanging by a noose above the bed, swinging back and forth. Underneath her body, they found a note. They read it and sent me the following:
“Dear friends and family,
I couldn’t believe it when I tried to call the police while attempting to stop it from taking my cat. They didn’t believe me and thought it was a joke. I can’t live like this anymore, so I will be taking my life.
Sincerely, Jessica.”
Her parents are now filing a lawsuit against the police department for causing their daughter to commit suicide.
On to the next person, Eddie McRoy, my cousin.
He didn’t kill himself or harm himself directly. Instead, at the end of his post titled I Encountered a Sighting of Prototype Fredbear—which was actually posted by his brother Julius—he described hiding in his room and huddling under his blanket. I was told that later that day, when Julius entered the house, he found Prototype Fredbear hovering over Eddie. The bear lunged forward, grabbing Eddie’s head and ripping it off.
Upon seeing this, Julius told the bear to “go fuck himself.” He grabbed his shotgun, aimed it at the creature, and opened fire. The bear took damage and fell out of the window. Julius immediately closed the window, locked every door in the house, and called both the ambulance and the police. When the police arrived, they told Julius they’d been receiving numerous reports of a similar creature matching his description. They investigated further, and while searching Eddie’s belongings, they found a terrifying image.
It was a photo of the backyard, with a strange creature visible on the left side. When the police showed the image to other people who had reported encounters, they confirmed it: the creature was Prototype Fredbear, the same one from JosephTheSnail’s game Five Nights at Prototype Fredbear’s.
For the record, the police also questioned JosephTheSnail, but it’s clear he wasn’t involved. Many of the people who reported the incidents didn’t press charges against him either.
Now, about NexusThrill. He stopped posting after sharing his account of the disturbing photos and videos on his computer. His roommate told me that Nexus shot himself shortly after.
His body was found on the floor, and his roommate took him to the hospital. Surprisingly, Nexus survived for a short while after the gunshot, but he later died from an accidental fall out of his apartment window.
As for Phantom Echoes, his cat was also killed. He overdosed on drugs and passed away. Sadly, his body began to rot because no one checked on him for a long time. I had been messaging him, asking where the hell he was, and eventually, a neighbor informed me of his death.
The neighbor checked Phantom Echoes' posts about the incident and typed the following: “Holy shit, what the fuck!?”
After that, he stopped speaking to me.
Finally, let’s talk about JosephTheSnail. The police interviewed him about the haunted game, and he gave them a very honest answer. He explained that everything started with a poll on Game Jolt. He showed them the poll results, and while the police were shocked, they realized Joseph wasn’t responsible for this. The haunted copy of the game wasn’t created by him, but likely by some psychopath—or something far more evil and horrifying.
As for me, I’m doing fine now, although I’m still pissed that Joseph’s reputation is being ruined by this creature. Thankfully, people aren’t blaming him.
My cat is safe and still with me. I swear I’ll protect him no matter what, and I’m staying as far away from that damn copy of the game as possible.
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October 10, 2020. 8 days before his mini concert in Beijing, ZZH took part in a live broadcast on Beijing Music Radio. During the almost hour-long broadcast, ZZH performed his songs, Another Me, Only You, The Rain in Shanghai, I Can, Say Ok. And as far as I remember, he performed a traditional Chinese folk song a cappella. This performance showed us how powerful ZZH's voice is, that he can easily perform a song requiring vocal skills without a musical backing. ZZH has a nice velvety voice with an original tone. When you hear him, you can't mistake the deaf ZZH for anyone else. He has this amazing vibrato that is inimitable. No voice processing can recreate ZZH's original voice. You just have to be able to listen to his songs from before 8.13 to understand it. But let's get back to his radio performance, ZZH was so focused on talking to the host of the program and on the songs he was performing that he didn't pay attention to the fact that the entire interview was being recorded and a short film was made of it. Watching it, we can see how naturally ZZH behaved during this broadcast, his face showed the emotions he experienced when talking to the host of the program. I regret one thing, that I don't know ZZH's native language and I couldn't understand what he and the host were talking about. However, from the tone of ZZH's voice and behavior, I could conclude that he was answering the host's questions very vividly. Maybe this will be the motivation to learn a new language. But that's not what this is about. During this program, photos of ZZH were taken. ZZH didn't have to put much effort into choosing his clothes, he could have opted for a more casual outfit, but he decided otherwise. ZZH chose an elegant white shirt with small black stars and dots. This shirt also had small jewelry buttons that gave it such an elegant character. ZZH still had his longer hair here, which he didn't cut after his performance at WOH. In the photos from the radio studio, we can see that his hair is dark brown and even when it's not well styled (due to the headphones on), it still softly frames his face. ZZH, having longer hair, didn't think about changing its color (when there was a need to change the color, he put on a wig) and even during his concert, he kept his natural hair color. For the last few years before 8.13, ZZH didn't experiment with hair color, he knew that he looked best with a natural hair color and that this color suited him. In the selected photo, ZZH is sitting in front of a microphone in the radio studio and puts on headphones. On his face, you can see concentration and his gaze directed at the table. What's interesting is that he doesn't have makeup on his face and we can admire his beautiful, well-groomed skin. Because ZZH is the most beautiful without any extravagance, with a natural hair shade and in classic, simple clothes.


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"You didn't have to--your face said it all." Which probably made no sense to anyone else, considering the face in question was hidden by an emotionless steel plate with little more than soft blue lights for eyes. But to Steve, that might as well not even exist--he could see Tony's face, the arch to his brow and the thin line of his lips--just as if he were wearing no mask whatsoever. Which was somehow even more annoying, truth be told.
Steve sighed as his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I know, I know. I let myself get riled up after a few questions." His original plan had just been to give a brief overview of what had happened before reverting to his usual rounds of 'no comment.' But someone had asked just the right question, in just the right cajoling sneer, and off he'd went, before even really thinking about the damage that kind of answer could have. His hand dropped from his face. This was why he wasn't supposed to be the one giving interviews--knowing his luck, he already had calls waiting for him based off of whatever sound bite was being broadcast.
As Steve fell into step beside Tony, he continued. "I'm done waiting to act. I know this could put us--put our family--in a very bad position, but we're also one of the few that can make this stand, push back, and have people listen." People still believed in Captain America, and whether Tony shared the sentiment, there was more trust in Iron Man than he gave it credit for. The two of them were one of the few superheroes that had been there since day one and had continued to show up, time and time again--and that meant something. The people knew that. They trusted Captain America and Iron Man and listened when they spoke.
Steve put his hand on Tony's shoulder, his glove sliding a bit against the smooth metal until he squeezed, stopping their walk so he could look at Tony. "You know how I feel. I'm not against oversight. I'm not against responsibility. But government sponsored teams are only as good and just as the government they serve. And that changes far too often for this to end well." Luke was in charge for now, and he trusted Luke and his judgement. But who was going to be mayor when Luke was through with this job and moved on? What would they do with the Thunderbolts? Who would run the team then, and how would they interpret and follow the laws?
"I trust Luke and Clint--and America and Monica. But it's a short term solution to a long term problem that will only get worse. The Avengers were formed to take on problems bigger than one hero could fight themselves--the teams since then have been balanced on that principle, on a physical, emotional, and moral level. I can't say I see the same happening with the Thunderbolts, and I know Luke knows better." Steve's brow had furrowed, his lips turning into a frown as his jaw tightened. He was worried. The Thunderbolts could pull together as a team, he was sure--but that would take time. Clint had been on enough teams to know what he was doing when he picked out members. Though... that PR spin on the Thunderbolts that he'd seen plastered all over the mayoral webpages seemed... awfully convenient. But in the superhero world, time was a rare luxury, even among teams carefully chosen for their balance and organic chemistry. A team of partial newbies, unknowns, and publicly known experienced heroes was going to be a tough balancing act.
Which meant that people like Steve and Tony--a team of two, yes, but a team in their own right--that had operated in all kinds of circumstances and worked together like a well-oiled machine could react far faster with much less warning and far fewer casualties than a new team trying to get the hang of it. In his eyes, it'd be negligent to stand by and let someone else handle it.
"Bottom line: I'm not moving out of my home, and I'm not putting down the mantle."
"I didn't say anything." Though he supposed as well as Steve could generally read his body language, even in the suit, he hadn't needed to; the way he was standing, hands on his hips and head tilted ever so slightly probably said plenty. He dropped the pose, moving to fall into step next to Steve, as they moved away from the reporters still shouting questions at Steve's retreating back, and hummed a moment, a noise that was a tuneless buzz through the modulator of the helmet, until they were out of earshot.
"But you did go a little off the cuff there, Winghead." Surprising, but not completely unheard of; it was simply that usually all Captain America typically had to offer newshounds looking for a salacious bit of something to print was a terse no comment. Again, not unheard of, just unusual, and it had been a topic they themselves had revisited many times in conversations that walked in circles, weighing pros and cons of continuing to operate in the city, despite the fact that they were, essentially, vigilantes now, with no clearance - not even the cursory nod from the powers that be. What it would mean should it become another situation where superheroes acting in good faith started to get tossed into jail again. Devising plan after plan, debating if one of them should stay in the wind if the other managed to get caught - if it came to that again - so at least Halley had one of them with her.
"You sure that's a good idea? I mean, you know I agree with you, it's not a question of whether or not it's the right stance to take." It wasn't a question of whether they could stand idly by and do nothing while people were in need; it was, in a darkly humorous turn of events, the other side of the coin for him, from the last time they were faced with this conundrum. The law that was in place, outlawing them from acting as superheroes in the city had been repealed, but not revoked, and they were, technically, still under the authority of it, being told it took time to enact a rescinding of standing orders, but from where they'd been sitting, it looked like there had been a lot of dragging of feet, a lot of giving them the runaround for a timeline. And this was basically Steve telling them, and the rest of the city, as far as he was concerned, they could come at him or get out of the way. Classic Steve, really, one of the golden oldies from his (genuinely held) bag of tricks, but that put them at loggerheads with old friends - again - and there was the question to consider of how far things could be pushed before they found themselves embroiled in another friend against friend situation. "Clint's leading the Thunderbolts and they're the only group with the authority to act legally, and I'm not so sure we're going to get a pass if he decides we're getting in the way."
Then again, Luke had put Clint in charge, hadn't he, and it seemed like the mayor's pr department was working overtime, trying to paint the Thunderbolts as a viable alternative to the Avengers despite the disasters that had been well-publicized in the media. Maybe Luke was on the up and up - he typically was - but Tony couldn't say everything about the group actually managing the Thunderbolts themselves sat right with him.
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#2. NEYMAR: WORST BEHAVIOR
SUMMARY: You and Neymar haven’t seen each other in weeks when he finally comes back to Paris. After a match you attend PSGs press conference and decide to tease him.
WARNINGS: very slightly smut
PAIRING: Neymar x female reader
You and Neymar haven’t seen each other for almost four weeks. He was on summer break and decided to visit his family in Brasil. You would love to, but sadly couldn’t go with him since you just got a new job. The two of you have never been apart from each other for such a long time – which means you never had to go without sex for so long. Of course you missed him more than anything, but when he instantly fell asleep after his arrival yesterday, you couldn’t hide your disappointment. You were secretly wishing for the so called "I-missed-you-sex". As if that wasn’t enough for you, PSG had a match on the very next day. No question, you were clearly annoyed, you just wanted your boyfriend all to yourself finally, but nevertheless, you still decided to attend the match.
"Parabéns bebê", you cheered as Neymar got out of the changing room [congratulations]. "Obrigado meu anjo", he smiled and gave you a quick kiss [thank you my angel]. PSG won the match, Neymar even scored two goals. "So…", you smirked, "Ready to go home?" Obviously, you couldn’t wait for it any longer. Seeing Neymar sweaty and out of breath turned you on so much. He always knew what expected him after he got home from a match. "Not yet, we have to hold a press conference." Neymar softly laughed the moment you gasped. "Do you really have to?", you asked, more than pissed off. "Babe", he put his arms around your waist, "The later, the better it'll be, trust me." He winked at you after he kissed you once more and led you to another room. You sat down at a chair in the corner as Neymar walked up to his teammates.
As minutes went by you kept on getting more impatient. "We're done soon, I'm sorry", Neymar texted you from under the table. You watched the time, but to you, it seemed like the clock stood still. At some point you found yourself yawning, but you knew you weren’t supposed to get tired when you finally wanted to do it. Wasn’t he as needy as you? You had to get him out of here as soon as possible, so you decided that teasing him would do the job for you. Smiling to yourself, you started typing some dirty stuff into your phone, telling Neymar about how much you missed him and all the things you want to do with him. You watch him read your messages, the nervousness in his eyes was now showing. No reply? Well, let’s go harder then.
After scrolling through your gallery for a couple of seconds, you found a picture of your twins in a bra. A photo Neymar hasn’t seen before. You haven’t actually felt comfortable taking revealing pictures of yourself, but that was what the two of you were doing while he wasn’t home. Thinking about it for a second, you decided two send him the picture. His eyes widened as he looked at his phone underneath the table before he threw you a warning look. The smile on your face was enormous. You were slowly getting there, you knew it. Every now and then, he would glance back at you. Still not enough? You send him another picture. It was a mirror selfie of you in lingerie. Lingerie you wanted to surprise him with after he came back. Seeing him getting all excited and his body tensing, you had to bit your bottom lip to not burst out in laughter.
"Neymar?", one of the interviewers asked. He overheard a question for him. "Yes? Uh, sorry, I got a little distracted. Could you repeat that please?" He swallowed hard and looked back at you for a short second. His trainer and teammates seemed confused about his behavior and looks - his furrowed eyebrows, him not sitting still for a second, now not even listening to the interviewers.
Between all of the stuttering, Neymar somehow managed to answer the interviewers question. It took him some time to order his thoughts though. Okay, enough is enough. Or actually, no. You had him so far at that point, he was acting like a ticking time bomb. It wouldn’t take you a lot for him to explode. "If this doesn’t do it, I'm giving up", you thought to yourself as you send him the very last photo. You – completely naked. Neymar choked on his water as soon as he saw it. By now, all eyes were on him and you couldn’t hold back a quiet laughter. He jumped up and told his trainer he doesn’t feel too good. Excusing himself, he jogged out of the conference room.
Fully aware that you would get 'punished' for what you did, you happily got out of the room only to find Neymar standing in front of the door waiting for you. His arms were crossed and he looked mad, like very mad, but that big sparkle of lust was still visible in his hazel eyes. Without saying a word to you, he grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you down the hall. "What are you doing? Where are we going?", you laughed out. "I promise you will get regret this", was all he said before pulling you into the empty changing room and locking the door behind you.
All you could say at the end of the day, the wait was absolutely worth it.
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can you please do prompt 9 from the comfort list with joe? like he takes off his jacket to protect you from the rain at a premier?
Holding your jacket over your lover's head as they hide from the rain, finding their formal outfit more important than your casual wear
Jacket - J.K
this is honestly such a cute request, love boyfriend Joe😭 also this is super short- sorry <3

outfit ^
you were sat in the back of the limo with Joe, waiting to arrive at the Stranger Things premier. you were Steve's love interest Zoey and you worked with Joe practically every day which led to you guys starting a relationship. you were nervous, you had been on the red carpet before but every time you were nervous. as you looked out the window, you felt Joe grab your hand softly. you turned to him and smiled. "you're gonna be fine" he said, pulling you in for a kiss. you quickly pulled away and wiped off the lipstick which had transferred onto his lips. you guys finally arrived at the premier and Joe got out first, hearing the screaming fans made you excited. Joe put a hand out for you to grab, helping you out the car.
you exited the car, a giant smile placed on your face as you looked at the many fans who were screaming both your names. you waved at a few of them as they screamed for an autograph. you walked up to them and took a pen, signing some of the posters they had, Joe was next to you and was also signing posters before your manager escorted you away from the fans to the actual red carpet. you took Joe's hand as you entered the red carpet, fans and paparazzi all shouting your name. you and Joe posted in the photos as they called your name, the nerves long gone. you were asked for some solo shots which you happily obliged to. Joe walked in front of you, watching you as you posed for your photos. Joe got distracted by you, you were a natural in front of a camera and he was very jealous.
you were then both brought back together as you finished the red carpet, it was time for the interviews. you loved doing interviews, you loved interacting with the interviewers and the having a genuine conversation with them was actually enjoyable. you greeted the interviewer who looked very nervous. you gave her a soft smile and pulled her in for a hug, trying to calm her nerves. you guys started the interview and she asked about the new season and what it was like filming, you answered every question, it was a nice conversation to have. you finished the first interview with Joe who was also answering questions, then moved onto the next interviewer, this time it was a solo interview. you said your hellos to the interviewer and it was about halfway through the interview when it started to rain quite heavily.
you kept taking to the interviewer who now had an umbrella over her head, you were upset that no one had brought you an umbrella, you loved your hair and makeup that night and you didn't want it ruined. you put your hands together and covered your face from the rain, your hair was now going to be wet but at least your makeup was saying in its position instead of tricking down your face but you felt the rain suddenly stop hitting your fingers. you looked up and saw that there was a jacket above your head. you saw the hands holding the jacket and knew instantly that it was Joe standing there with his jacket over your head, letting himself get wet from the rain. the interviewer gushed over the two of you, saying how cute you two were. your heart filled with adoration and your cheeks had a deep red blush covering them, this was definitely caught by the interviewer. "i couldn't let my girl stand here and let the rain ruin her hair and makeup" he said when the interviewer asked why he left his interview for you.
you finished the interview and went to where the rest of the cast was, your head was still covered by Joe's jacket but you were holding it instead of him. "you look so pretty and i didn't want the rain to ruin your makeup because i know you would complain about it on the way home" he said, stopping you before you fully got to the cast. you smiled brightly at him. "that's the sweetest thing i've ever heard" you said, kissing him on the cheek. "c'mere. let me hold you." he said, pulling you into his arms. Joe was the best boyfriend you had ever had. he was caring, respectful, he listened to you and you were so grateful that he chose you to be his girlfriend. you let the jacket fall to your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around him. he squeezed you and swayed the hug before pulling away, he put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards the group.
the whole time, you were hardly concentrating on the conversation. you were thinking about getting home, getting into comfier clothes and just sitting on the sofa watching a movie with Joe. your arm was around his waist and your head was in his chest as he spoke to Joesph who played Eddie. Joe was stroking the side of your neck softly as your eyes were closed, 'listening' to their conversation. Joseph excused himself so now it was just you and Joe, again. "you tired baby?" he said, kissing your forehead as you put your head 'further' into his chest. you nodded and kept your eyes closed. it had stopped raining now but you still had Joe's jacket from his suit still around your shoulders. "you look beautiful love. i'm so lucky" he said, when he felt your other arm wrapping around him. he loved you so much and moments like these made him fall even more in love with you.
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