#noooo don’t say the right four words to the right being at the right time for all the wrong reasonssss you’re so sexy aha

[cosmicsodacan-art]

“How will I achieve complete and total ultimate arcane power?”

[jaydizzel2844]

Marie x Jordan Drabble

No. 6

Hanging out with Jordan is always fun, which ever form they take. André never got peoples hang up over the gender thing was, Jordan was cool either way.

But he’ll admit that they’re easier to carry back to campus drunk off their ass when they’re a girl.

Him and Luke were easily able to hold up Jordan between them and with Cate to open doors and shit getting Jordan back to their dorm room was easy.

There was one small hiccup.

“Noooo, I wanna say good night to my beautiful amazing girlfriend with the best ass ever first .” Jordan whined.

“Buddy it’s 3am, she’s asleep you can talk to her in the morning.” Luke tried to reason with them as they got to the courtyard outside side of the dorms.

“Also your obsession with her ass is a little concerning.” Andre added.

The four of them had gone clubbing. It was a last minute plan and it wasn’t meant to be an original four night out but the other three were busy. Sam had an important assignment for his puppeteering class and Marie and Emma already had plans for a roommates movie night.

Andre probably should have realised that that meant Jordan would be fourth wheeling him, Luke and Cate leading to the shapeshifter spending most of the time out at the bar doing shots with the new friends they’d made while the 3 of them were being throuple-y.

But they all had a good night regardless and hopefully Jordan won’t have too bad of a hangover tomorrow.

“No it’s not. And she might not be asleep,” Jordan slurred out. “She was having a movie night, those can go pretty late.”

The look in Jordan’s eyes was too hopeful Andre couldn’t help it.

“Alright I’ll text her.”

“Thank you, thank you thank you. I just want to say good night and that I love her.”

“Whoa what? Is the first time you’re saying the L word?” Cate exclaimed, stopping the 4 of them from going any further.

“Lesbians?” Jordan asked, confused.

“No, love.” Luke explained “fuck you are way too drunk.”

“Oh sorry, yes I love her but I haven’t told her yet. I’m going to do it tonight.” Jordan looked so proud of themselves.

“No you are not,” Cate told them firmly. “Not when you’re too drunk to stand up on your own.”

“But..”

“She’s right dude,” Andre interrupted. “You got to make shit like that romantic, like recreate your first date or something.”

“I should recreate getting shitfaced at Dusty’s?”

“No,” Luke said with a laugh. “The dinner you two went out for the week after that. At the Korean place off campus. Or do something else romantic. Basically do tell her but not tonight.”

“Ok, can I still tell her good night?” Jordan’s big brown eyes were impossible to say no to.

“If she’s up.” Andre said pulling out his phone.

—

To Marie🩸

U up?

Jordan wants to say good night

From Marie🩸

Yeah ?

Are they ok?

To Marie🩸

Yep just drunk

We’ll swing by your room in 5

From Marie🩸

Cool

Actually I’ll met you at their room

Don’t want to wake Emma

—-

“When did you know you loved her?” Cate asked as they entered the dorm building and headed for the elevator. Getting Jordan to their room was going a lot quicker now that they knew Marie was waiting for them there.

“Um, she was giving me a blowjob..”

“How romantic.” Cate interrupted.

“Fuck off, anyway I switched during it by accident. I thought I majorly fucked up, like totally freaked her out but I didn’t. She just kept going. And I just knew then and there that she wanted all of me, exactly as I am and she makes me feel so happy and good about myself and I’ve never been in love before but I’m pretty sure that this is it.”

“Ok that’s a bit romantic.” Cate admits at they got out of the elevator on Jordan’s floor.

“Thank you.”

Marie was waiting for them at Jordan’s doom in slippers and a hoodie that Cate is pretty sure belongs to Jordan over her pyjamas.

Once Jordan saw her they slipped out of Luke and Andre’s arms and staggered into Marie’s.

“You got it from here or do you need help getting them into bed?” Luke asked.

“No I got it, thanks.” Marie said as she opened the dorm room door while Jordan nuzzled into her neck. “Goodnight”

***

Drunk Jordan was compliant if a bit cuddly so getting them into their pyjamas and into bed wasn’t too difficult.

“Sorry I didn’t come out tonight, it looks like you had a lot of fun.” Marie said as she helped Jordan sit on the bed so she could untie their shoes.

“Nah, it’s cool. You have fun with Emma?”

“Yep, we watched mean girls and a few other classics that’s she was horrified that I hadn’t seen yet. You?”

“Yep, it was so fun. So many shots, maybe too many.” Jordan got up and wrapped their arms around Marie, one hand sliding down to her ass before stopping. “Do you mind that I do that?”

“What?” Pulling out of Jordan’s arms so she could take their shirt off and replace it with a pyjama top.

“Me putting my hands on your ass, like you’ve joked about it a few times and Andre says I’m obsessed but does it bother you?” Jordan looked so concerned as Marie was undoing their belt.

She smiled to herself. “I don’t mind it, kind of like it to be honest.”

“Really?” They asked with so much relief and hope on their face that Marie couldn’t help but kiss them before getting back to taking their jeans off.

“Yeah, I’m been pretty unwanted all my life but I’m never insecure about you wanting me because you make it so obvious that you do, through ass grabbing.” Marie said with a laugh “you also make it clear that you enjoy spending time with me and are an all round amazing partner. Plus I know I have a great ass, I’d be offended if you didn’t appreciate it.”

Once Jordan was in their bed Marie pulled off her hoodie and slippers and joined them.

“It was really cool to hang out with they guys, even if I was fourth wheeling.” Jordan said cuddling into her side. “They give good advice.”

“Like what?” Marie asked as she started to doze off.

“They said not to tell you that I love you when I’m drunk. I’m gonna do it over dinner, make it romantic.”

Marie was suddenly wide awake while Jordan was out like a light. She just about managed to stop her self from jumping for joy or something equally as embarrassing and likely to wake up her partner.

‘Jordan loves me,’ she thought to herself self as she closed her eyes to go to sleep. ‘And I love them too.’

[red-sneakers]

Pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Bakugou Katsuki

Rating: G

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Eri, Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: Katsuki helps Izuku babysit an unruly Eri who has opinions about how Katsuki should treat the person he likes.

Genres: comfort, humor, romance

Word count: 1,020

For @gil-shalossssss as a thank you for the adorable fan art of my fanfic, Go Get Your Man, Young Bakugou!

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Usually, babysitting Eri was a piece of cake. She was such a good kid. In some ways, she reminded Izuku of his younger self: always on his best behavior for fear of being a burden. In his heart of hearts, Izuku was glad Eri’d been acting up today, because it probably meant she was getting more comfortable with him. That said, he was exhausted.

“No, you’re saying it wrong!” Eri stomped a socked foot on the carpet of the common room for the 100th time that evening.

Izuku sighed from under a mountain of pillows, making sure his irritation wasn’t loud enough for the little girl to hear. “What do you want me to say, Eri?”

“It’s not fun if you’re not scared!” 

Izuku buried his face in a cushion. He’d never been a very good actor. When he was a kid, it was different, because the make believe games felt real, especially the ones he played with Kacchan. Right now, however, he was having trouble “getting into character.” It’d been a long day.

“Come oooon!” Eri whined.

Izuku drew a bolstering breath. “Save me, Healing Hero: Uni!” He cringed at his own voice. Eri was right; he didn’t sound scared at all. “My legs are stuck under this pillow.” Izuku realized his mistake too late. “I-I-I mean rubble! Under this rubble!”

“Noooo!!” Eri’s yell flipped into a piercing whistle register.

“What’s with the damn racket, hah?!”

Izuku poked his head from the pillow pile at the sound of Kacchan’s voice. Despite the angry eyebrows and tense grip on his wooden spoon, Kacchan looked soft in his black pajama shirt and sweats, stirring a pot of what smelled like his signature spicy curry.

“He won’t . . . s-say it right . . .” Eri murmured, her face almost as red as her dress. She must’ve been embarrassed to be caught in a meltdown.

“Heh. That’s ‘cause Izuku can’t say anything right.” Kacchan grinned. Izuku’s face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. He opened his mouth to make a retort, but then Kacchan’s face melted into something softer. Awkward, even. “But he, uh . . . He always does his best. So give ‘im a break, eh?”

Eri’s lower lip quivered. Oh no, oh no, it was starting. Izuku’d known Eri for about a year, and he’d only seen her cry about four times. She held it in, because she didn’t want people to know they’d upset her. Izuku could tell. Eri only ever cried when she thought she’d hurt someone else. But she wasn’t to blame! Izuku should’ve been able to keep her happy. Why couldn’t he have just been a better ‘helpless civilian’?

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m okay.” Izuku stumbled free of the pillow pile. “See? No tears!” He squatted in front of Eri and pointed to his own dry eyes. Somehow that only made more tears pool in Eri’s until they spilled over. “Oh, gosh, please don’t be sad, Eri! I’m not sad. Really! I’m just a little tired, that’s all! Three hours is kind of a long time to play hero, and—“

“Three hours?” Kacchan interrupted. “No wonder the kid’s pissy. She’s fucking hungry, idiot.”

A few minutes later, Izuku, Kacchan, and Eri sat around the circular kitchen table, each with a large, steaming bowl of Kacchan’s famous spicy curry (Izuku with an extra side of rice, because he was a ‘wimp’ according to Kacchan). 

Kacchan’d been right about Eri. She seemed much happier with a belly full of a delicious, home cooked meal. Izuku often forgot his own meals, but forgetting Eri’s dinner was basically a crime. He’d have to do better next time. Maybe he’d start getting healthy, pocket-sized snacks to keep in case Eri got hungry randomly during the day. The grocery store sold veggie snacks, but she’d need something with protein so—

“Quit muttering, nerd.”

“S-sorry, Kacchan.” Izuku stuffed his cheeks with rice to stifle any unconscious muttering.

“Why do you call Deku names?” Eri asked with curry stuffed in her own chipmunk cheeks. She could handle spice almost as well as Kacchan.                       

“‘Cause he’s a nerd.” Kacchan answered flippantly, adding even more hot sauce to his own bowl.

“But don’t you like him?”

Izuku inhaled a chilli flake and choked. 

Kacchan slapped him hard between the shoulder blades, and the flake dislodged. “Yeah, so?”

Izuku wheezed. Kacchan was admitting to liking him? Of course, he didn’t mean romantically. There was no way. But still, Izuku never thought he’d hear Kacchan admit to more than tolerating him.

“You’re ‘spose to call him something nice,” Eri insisted. Izuku held his napkin to his mouth, more to hide his flushed face than clean the sauce on his chin.

Kacchan leaned across the table, grinning like the cheshire cat. “Oh yeah? Wadda you suggest, Eri?” He addressed Eri, but he looked right at Izuku, and the hairs on the back of Izuku’s neck stood on end.

“Hmmm . . .” Eri scrunched up her face in serious thought, as if she’d just been given the task of choosing the number one hero’s official hero name. This was dangerous. Lately, Eri’d been getting more and more interested in the kind of stories where princes and princesses fall in love at the end. There was a non-zero chance she was about to suggest a super lovey-dovey nickname.

“It’s okay, Eri,” Izuku tried to redirect the conversation, “I really don’t mind when Kacchan calls me a—“

“I’ve got it!” Eri lit up. “Honey Bunny!”

Izuku froze. 

Kacchan’s shoulders quivered and he covered his mouth with a broad hand, presumably hiding his laughter.

Eri bounced in her seat, clearly proud of herself. “‘cause of the ears on his hero costume!”

Izuku was at a loss. Surely, Kacchan would shut down that nickname (err, pet name), and it’d probably hurt Eri’s feelings since she was so proud of it, but how could Izuku console her without admitting that Kacchan calling him a pet name would be a dream come true that could never in a million years actually—

“Alright.” Kacchan leaned back in his chair, smugly crossing his arms. “Honey Bunny it is.”

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If anyone is inspired to continue the story, PLEASE DO! I’d love to read it. (Just please don’t useChatGPT.)

[woozingie]

14:06

member: woozi genre: say it with me: domestic! fluff! word count: 864 content warning: one (1) rude thing is said without meaning it! it does not bring major consequences! also allusion to potential sexual intercourse at the very end note: this blurb is both prep for the 31 degree (90°F) weekend coming up and my trauma healing for that summer i spent in korea six years ago in 47 degrees (120°F) “It’s so hot.... Jihoon....” Lying on the floor under the old and inefficient air conditioner, limbs stretched out, your speech slurs in the sticky, impossible heat of summertime. Now that temperatures had reached their peak as they do in the early hours of the afternoon, there was nothing to do but wait it out. You feel around for your boyfriend’s arm, grab his wrist and shake it lazily.

“What do you want me to do about it? Don’t touch me!” He jerks out of your grip, both of you groaning. The heatwave was supposed to last a week, but it’s day ten of this madness and everyone, but especially one person, is done with it. Jihoon was already rather averse to too much touching, so the constant weight of the humid air on his skin has him on the brink of a meltdown. Emotionally, it makes sense to you, but rationally, everyone is over the heat; it's not an excuse to be so sensitive. You’re not there to manage Jihoon’s little temper tantrums.

“Quit whining and help me up!” The sound of hot skin sticking to slippery floor made you both grimace. With a groan and a mumble, Jihoon slowly turns to face you. “Why should I help you up. What will I gain from this effort. What are you trying to do.” His voice is monotone in a way that probably takes more effort than it would to speak normally. You can’t contain your laughter, making him frown. 

“Gonna turn on Free! so we can think of being in a pool...” Speech and motion sync at such a speed, you might not make it up nor finish your sentence before sundown. When you finally reach a sitting position, you turn to the man staring at you in undeserved exasperation and go “ha!”, and Jihoon’s mouth opens and immediately closes. He does not even have the energy to tease you today, though he can’t suppress a snort of amusement when you decide to stay on all fours, crawling to turn on the TV and starting the show. You crawl back to him then, mischievous smirk across your face, and he realises too late.

“Noooo nonononono NO!” Your laughter drowns out his protests as you let yourself fall head first on his chest, arms wrapping around his waist, slipping a little bit as two sweaty bodies come together in the least sensual way. “You’re disgusting,” Jihoon struggles to push you off him and only succeeds when you let go in fake hurt at his words. He is lucky you can tell the difference between general annoyance and sincerity. Still, he could be more careful, you think. He won’t take it back though; you know he’s stubborn and too hot right now to be bigger than his bad temper. He will find a subtle (he thinks) way to make up for his hasty choice of words, you will gracefully pretend it has nothing to do with it, he will know that you know why he is doing whatever he will choose to do, and the case will be closed. It’s a matter of time. So you just settle on the cold-ish floor, back against the couch, and focus on your anime. 

It’s only when you feel a warmth that isn’t the humid air weighing you down that you realise your eyes are closed, the television is off; you must have fallen asleep. You peek through barely open lids to see Jihoon staring at you with his neutral-good look. It’s that look he wears when he is acting normal, but you can read his good mood through the poker face. It takes months and years of practice to get it right between neutral-good and neutral-could-turn-murderous. The memories could make you shudder. 

“Awake?” Jihoon is still saving energy on speech. You sit up and rub your eyes, adjusting to the new light bathing the room in orange hues. How long were you out? You don’t have time to ask before your boyfriend hands you a tall glass of water with half-melted ice cubes at the bottom. “Drink. Been asleep for five hours, dehydrated.” You take the glass and sip on the fresh water without saying thank you. This is the official procedure for communicating to him that you know he is doing this for forgiveness. Jihoon scoots closer to you then, resting his arm on the couch to comfortably play with the hair sticking to your neck, hesitantly pressing his lips to your bare shoulder. You set the glass down next to you, careful to keep it far enough to prevent any broad movement from spilling its content. Turning to him, you look into his eyes and suppress a smile. “I was disgusting a while ago, but now the temperatures have come down we’re trying to get it on?” He pauses for a second before rolling his eyes, standing up and lovingly throwing a “shut up” your way, but you caught that smirk on his lips and the glint in his eye. And you definitely saw him look over his shoulder and motioning for you to follow him to the bedroom.

[vypresuh]

love mark | bb

summary: The night life is where you thrived, but also where other beings of the night did too. Out clubbing one night, you encounter the perfect partner for your night of passion, but little did you know that you were his prey.

pairings: vamp!bucky x reader

tags: bucky!smut, vampire!au, female reader, biting, light blood warning, breeding ♡

a/n: I really forgot I had all these fics I wrote from before ! So why not repost them for the people to enjoy 😌 Gotta say y'all, this was one of my favorite spicy ones. enjoyyyyy <3

word count: 2.9K

When you’re clubbing, the vibes of the night twist in the air like a disease, a contagious one—in a good way of course. It’s an intoxicating experience. Bodies move and gyrate in place, confined by the perimeter of the dance floor. The music acts as the motivation for each of your movements, drugging you and bringing you to a high that was impossible to obtain anywhere else.

You’re unable to see the ground as it’s completely packed with patrons, including yourself and the group of girls you came with. You and your friends were a few drinks in at this point and happy for it. You weren't drunk out of your mind and stumbling everywhere happy, but you felt good. You felt alert. The four of you combined were all smiles and laughs. You felt alive.

This was the life.

The immense joy you felt as you curled your hips and swayed to the beat of the music, eliminating any other thought in your mind that wasn’t radiating the pure enjoyment you radiated, was incomparable to anything else. Even with a room filled with almost over a hundred people, it still felt like it was only you.

And that’s exactly how you liked it.

There was nothing better than this moment. You danced like no one was watching, but in fact there were eyes on you all around the room.

“Y/N!” Your attention was immediately sucked from your dance routine and over to your friends who were all huddled around you, looking giddy as ever like they had just hit the lottery.

You furrowed your brows and peered over each of their ecstatic faces, letting a soft chuckle fall from your lips. “What’s gotten into you guys?”

“I don’t know if you know, but that guy over there has been eyeing you since you came over here.” one of them said.

“What guy?” you asked. Your friends collectively nodded over towards a man who was leaning confidently against the counter of the bar, with some sort of dark liquid in his possession.

He peered up at you over the rim of his cup, taking a delicate sip of the contents inside of it. His gaze was intense and practically burning into you with hunger. The temperature in your body shot up like a rocket, sending your mind into a flurry.

The male was tall, towering over most of the girls who passed him by, hell, even some of the guys—plus the bartender who worked dutifully behind him to fill orders. He wore a tan colored jacket and white shirt underneath, and even then it couldn't contain the muscles that stretched the thick fabric. His hair was full and met the tip of his shoulders, falling gracefully around his features. The man didn't appear to be the approachable type, which could explain the way he would completely ignore the women that were trying to speak to him. He seemed guarded in a sense, but with the addition of the long and sultry gaze between the both of you, it was like a non-verbal invitation to come to him. He was drawing you in beat by beat.

He continued to outline your figure, practically undressing you out of your two-piece outfit where you stood. You could see a thin smirk pull at his lips as he broke the compelling contact for the first time since it was first initiated.

“What are you waiting for, girl? Go to talk to him!” Your friends ushered you forward, but you remained vigilant.

“Noooo, we’re supposed to be having fun. It’s girl’s night!” You protested.

“And it’d be even more fun if one of us got laid tonight. So go! We’ll be right here when you come back!” Another of your friends spoke up, shooing you off.

“If you don’t I will because… let’s face it, he’s hot.”

You were hesitant at first, trying to work out all the reasons why you should ignore him and continue with your original plan of dancing into the night, but the only thing you saw was a greenlight.

“Fine.” You took the drink that was in your friend’s hands and downed the rest of its contents, the burning sensation from the alcohol sizzling in your throat. “Wish me luck.”

"You won't need it! You're gorgeous!" your friend blurted out to your back as you walked off.

Filled with a sudden burst of courage, you maneuvered your way through the sea of intoxicated and jovial bodies before finally making it to clear land. You straightened yourself up, making sure you still looked presentable--pulling down your skirt and readjusting your bralette right before striding up to the bar, recalling that same leather jacket you caught him in before, and sliding into the vacant spot beside him. He was faced away from you now, keeping his eyes on the large array of alcohol that were stacked behind the counter.

“What can I get for you darlin'?” The Bartender asked you upon you approaching.

She was even prettier up close. A redhead, pretty green eyes, and fair skin. It made you wonder why his first target of interest was you and not the countless women that also surrounded him, seemingly pining for him as well.

But you shook the thought from your mind and responded to her before she noticed you spacing off. “One Palmoa please.”

She nodded to you and gave you a small smile before going off to make your drink and collect others on the way.

“I hope I didn’t pull you away from your friends. You seemed to be having a good time.” he tried to raise his voice over the extremely loud volume of the stereos surrounding you, still keeping his gaze forward.

“Actually, they’re the ones who pushed me over to you. Not that I mind of course. You look like you could use the company.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, hopefully to let him know that you weren't talking to him against your will. You took a peek at him over your shoulder, scanning over the fine details of his features. The way his jawline cut back behind the length of his brown hair, and the light sparkled in the sharpness of his steel blue eyes. There was a somberness to them that made you want to pull away in fear of being intrusive, but you just kept staring into them.

He chuckled softly, topping off the rest of the dark fluid until he finally returned your gaze for the first time since you came over. “It’s not often I find someone as beautiful as you in my presence.”

“Wow, a smooth talker huh?” You teased. “Does that work on all the ladies?”

He laughed, downing the rest of his drink before licking over his lips. “Since you’re the first I’ve tried it on, you’ll have to tell me if it does.”

The Bartender came back with your drink, and slid it over to you. You thanked her just before she walked off to assist another patron requesting her presence.

“Maybe.” You reached your hand out to him in an attempt to make an introduction. “Y/N.”

“My name is James, but everyone calls me Bucky.” He reached out and took your hand into his grasp, pulling your fist up to his lips.

You felt faint. His heartwarming gesture and politeness was a rarity in these parts. Like he was apart of a different time or something. And they said chivalry was dead. The temptation was bubbling in your loins the moment he looked up at you, strumming your soul with his gaze.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”

He was inches away from you and yet you craved closeness. You could feel your body trying to reach out for him more and more as the two of you carried on in conversation. The brightness of his smile made you flush, and the sight of his lips sent a small tingle between your thighs.

Occasionally, you would feel his knuckle brush against your hand, sending a light shiver up your arm. You’d do the same, subtly pressing your palm against his knee every time he made a joke you found funny, or a sly remark. It didn't take long before you both were well into your talk that you had realized you were doomed the moment you walked up to him.

He was charming. Funny. Sweet and always managed to keep the conversation going. Not only that, but he was interesting and every word that came out of his mouth pulled you further and further into the abyss. He was everything you knew to look out for, and here it was just as clear as day and you were falling for it. You couldn't help but to as he bore into you with those captivating pools that you wouldn't mind taking a dip into.

You couldn’t quite recall when, but at some point the two of you found your way closer together. He was dangerously close to your figure, and you were practically standing between his legs. His knee was pressed against the side of your thigh as he leaned into you, wrapping his hand around to your backside and leaving it there as he positioned his head into the crook of your neck. You wanted to linger in that position just for a moment longer as you felt his cool breath tickle your skin.

“How about we go somewhere a little more private?” His voice was like a soft cloud and danced into your eardrum. You felt his fingers caress the skin on your back; his thumb brushing gently across your flesh.

You smiled cheekily back at him and rose your voice in response. “I know just the place.”

The next thing you knew, the both of you were making your way through the club, hand-in-hand, dipping between the wriggling frames of those who were dancing as you led Bucky through a set of hallways until you reached a door that led to the back of the club—a place that you knew no one would ever bother you in. You only knew about it because of your friend’s countless nightclub flings that they told you about, and they told you exactly where to go.

It wasn’t a few moments that passed when you pushed through the door that his lips attacked yours in an instant. Time seemed to slow. You could hear your heart knocking against your chest; your knees growing weaker from the deepness of it. You found yourself pushed against the back wall—his knee worked between your legs, holding you in place as if you had any desire to run. You whimpered into the kiss, melting at his touch alone.

His hands scoured your body like he was searching for treasure and he found it right on your backside. He took a full grip of your ass into his pams, almost lifting you effortlessly onto your tiptoes. You returned his kiss, pushing your hands between the folds of his jacket and peeling it off of his shoulders, letting it drop at your feet. The warm feeling of his lips on yours softened you, though feral in nature, it was the perfect feeling.

Your hands tangled in his hair, grasping at the strands of his hair. His tongue slid into your mouth, twisting around yours like a rollercoaster. The both of you groaned hungrily into each other’s mouths while Bucky slipped his hand under your thigh, wrapping you around him. He held you closely, letting the passion ooze out of your embrace.

“Bucky..” you moaned between kisses, feeling a slight trickle between your legs. “I want you..”

Your words alone seemed to light a fire under him, and one in you as well. In a matter of moments he swiveled his pants off of his waist, exposing his fully erect member. You reached your hand down and pulled your panties to the side, allowing him to position himself at your entrance. You felt like you were in a moment of pure ecstasy—a severe high just off of him alone. The two of you were only locked in a kiss and you could collapse into a puddle right now. He trailed his kisses down to your neck, canvassing your flesh with soft pecks while he fiddled with the buttons on his fly.

“Say that again..” he cooed. "Tell me how bad you want me."

“I want you so fucking bad.” You filled it without hesitant—sounding a little more needy than you anticipated.

As soon as you said that, his mouth made its way back up to your lips, entangling your pairs in another fit of heated passion. You clasped onto the back of his neck that was surprisingly cooler to the touch than you thought it would be, as soon as he stuffed his hips into yours, pushing the entirety of his length into you slowly—wanting you to feel every inch of him. The both of you let out a series of sharp sighs, your walls tightened around him. His head fell by your side, resting in your neck while he ground his pelvis into you, stroking into your pleasure with everything that he had. You moaned out into his ear, dropping yourself down onto his throbbing member.

“Fuck..” He growled heavily each time he pushed through your warmth, shaping your juicy insides to his girth. “You feel so good..”

You clawed at his back as he picked up his pace, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. "Shit.. yes! Right there.. don't stop."

Bucky kissed down your jawline, sucking and nibbling on tour hide in an attempt to explore the rest of your flavor with his mouth. The sensation was enough to make you teeter on the edge of climaxing. The sound of your moans mixing with the heavy smacks against your mound filled the entirety of the space around you.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, unlatching his lips from your skin.

You looked into his eyes as you nodded your head, brushing a strand of his hair out of his face. The glaze in his irises resembled a deep lust and desire to please you and even himself. He looked as if he were starving and you were the meal that he craved.

“I need to hear you say it, Y/N..” He seemed adamant. He wouldn't continue without your say so.

Without much needed convincing, you decided to speak up, placing your trust in the hands of a man you hadn't even known for two hours. “I-I trust you.”

He took note of that and sighed softly with relief. “I'll be gentle. It’ll only hurt for a second, I promise.”

You weren't sure what he was referring to, but you braced yourself. Bucky pecked at your neck, running his slick tongue across the smoothness of your skin while he continued to pump into you. His teeth sunk into you, but it wasn't a normal bite, this one was sharp and seemed to pierce your skin. You sucked in air sharply through your pearly whites and whimpered out to him. It was painful and something was telling you to push him away, but you couldn't because underneath the guise of pain, you felt pleasure. It was orgasmic. There was something euphoric about it—the pain— that made you mew softly as he continued to go deeper into you, puncturing your plush layer.

You felt something warm and wet trickle down your collarbone. You shuddered in his hands as he drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, reveling in the taste of you.

The hurt slipped into pure bliss. You felt limp in his hands, but he kept you propped up. You even pushed his head deeper against you for some odd reason, not wanting this moment to end. With him thrusting into you and clinging onto your body for dear life as he fucked you senseless, you were pushed off of the edge. The both of you let out a long string of pants and sighs as he clutched onto your thigh, scraping his nails against your skin, pushing himself deeper inside of you until he met that snug place in you.

He retracted from your neck, and looked up at you, the corners of his lips coated in a dark red liquid that dripped down his chin. You laid your head back against the wall, syncing up your movements together. Holding on to the intimacy of the moment as you both locked eyes.

“Bucky…” You cooed, alerting him that you were close to the edge. “Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“ Let it out for me baby. Cum for me, Y/N..cum for me.”

His coaching was like adding coal to a fire. You clawed at his backside, digging your nails into his shirt, feeling the sweat beginning to bead onto your forehead. Bucky throbbed inside of you, his grunts becoming deeper with every strike into your center, nudging at your release. After another jab into you, you both released the pressure that had built inside of you, letting your juices leak out onto his member and intertwine.

You flushed against him, letting out a low hum from the high that you were on. You shivered lightly against him, feeling completely drained of your energy. He slipped out of your tight grip, grumbling as he pulled out, giving way to your leakage.

He flicked his thumb over his mouth wiping away the blood and smiled. “You taste even sweeter than I thought you would.”

[dismal-alien-darling]

Evening Antics

Alcina Dimitrescu x gender neutral reader 

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela Dimitrescu 

Summary: The Dimitrescu daughters and you are in absolute hysterics during dinner and Lady Dimitrescu is at a loss. 

Tags: this is just the girls and reader being a hot mess, they can’t stop laughing, annoyed Alcina, exasperated Alcina, wholesomeness

“Girls..y/n, for the love of Mother Miranda will you four please-” Lady Dimitrescu was cut off by hysterical laughter. You and the girls had been in a mood all day. The four of you seemed to have a case of the giggles that you could not shake. It had been a typical day at the castle but the four of you had just been teasing and messing with each other all day. Now it was time for dinner where Alcina always hoped for some sort of decorum, normally something the four of you could provide, but tonight was an exception. It’s not like the four of you hadn’t had fun filled days before full of laughs and carrying on but for whatever reason tonight the frivolities didn’t stop when Lady Dimitrescu had called you all to dinner. Alcina sat at the head of table while y/n and Daniela sat on the left side of the table and Bela and Cassandra sat on the right side. 

“I-I’m sorry my darling,” you stammered almost choking on your wine as Bela fake strangled Cassandra. 

“No Bela please don’t kill our sister!” Daniela fake begged throwing her forearms onto to the table clasping her hands together. “Please, mother will be crushed!” 

“She deserves no mercy sweet sister!” Bela said maniacally as Cassandra fake coughed and sputtered. “She scared y/n today and deserves a slow and painful death!” 

“No Bela please mercy, she’s suffered enough!” you chimed in placing a hand over your heart outstretching your other hand reaching towards Cassandra.

“Very well as the council commands I must obey!” Bela replied dramatically releasing Cassandra. 

“My revenge will be swift and keen!” Cassandra proclaimed pretending to stab her sister with her butter knife.

“You fool! That’s for butter and I’m made of the flesh of the undead!” snarled Bela causing the four of you to fall into a fit of laughter again. 

“Girls, y/n...”Alcina signed pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger in a gesture of annoyance. She didn’t realize that her annoyance was only adding fuel to the fire. 

“G-girls, we must be quiet or Lady Dimitrescu will throw the three of you down into the basement and punish me...which I will quite enjoy!” you finished winking at Alcina causing her to blush furiously. 

“EWWWWW!” All three girls said in unison. 

“Ugh I’m not hungry anymore!” Daniela said pushing her plate away. Cassandra just made vomiting noises throwing her head over the side of her chair. 

“My poor ears I must slice them off now!” Bela lamented picking up the butter knife Cassandra had brandished at her moments ago. 

“Please my doves,” Alicna said through gritted teeth trying to keep her composure, “this is the one time during the day where I can have some peace and manners-” Alcina was cut off again by more foolery causing her to let out a loud sigh, chugging the rest of her wine motioning to a servant for a refill. 

“You’re sooo stuupid!” Daniela teased Bela. 

“You’re more stupiddeerr!” Bela retorted. 

“That isn’t even a word dumbass!” Daniela said back

“You both are morons!” Cassandra chimed in. 

“You’re an idiot too Cass!” Daniela and Bela said at the same time. 

“Well if all three of you are idiots then I must be the epitome of idiocy!” you sighed faking offense tapping your forehead causing another round of howling laughter. Alcina let out another aggravated sigh picking up her wine glass and standing up. 

“Since the four of you are physical incapable of controlling yourselves I’m going to the sitting room so I can hear myself think!” Lady Dimitrescu scolded making her way to the door leading from the dining room to the sitting room. 

“Noooo!” the four of you yelled as there was a commotion of mad scrambling of chairs being pushed back and hurrying of feet towards the matriarch of the family. 

“No no mother please don’t!” Cassandra whined grabbing onto her mother’s right leg. 

“Please don’t go!” Daniela pleaded grabbing onto her mother’s left leg. 

“Mama stay with us!” Bela begged grasping onto the inner part of her mother’s right leg. 

“I’m sorry floarea mea! Please stay!” you apologized clutching onto the inner part of your lover’s left leg. You all clung to Alcina’s legs making it next to impossible for her to take another step. Alcina rolled her eyes so hard that they posed a threat of being stuck in that position forever. She let out yet another exasperated sigh as she looked down at her girls all looking up at her with big eyes and pouting mouths. 

“I love you all...but you are simple insufferable sometimes,” Lady Dimitrescu said defeatedly. 

“We’ll be good now we promise,” Bela said as you all nodded in agreement. 

“Very well but you’re all still in trouble,” Alcina said hiding a smile under her hat as the five of you made your way back to table after Alcina had shaken the girls and you off her legs like a dog shaking water from it’s coat. “Especially YOU drage mea.” She finished pointing a threatening finger at you. 

“I sure hope so,” you said winking at her causing her blush for the second time that evening. The girls didn’t say anything that time because they knew they were on thin ice so instead they just made faces of disgust to themselves. You all tucked into your dinner plates, eating and drinking with a pleasant dinner conversation going. Lady Dimitrescu was glad for some final peace and quiet but she had to admit nothing in the world made her happier than hearing her daughters and her lover laugh.

[littleroaes]

OMG THERES SO MANY MOMENTS I LOVEEE

I never knew I would enjoy a tbz twitch crossover lol but I’m glad I did!

(Saving these for myself lol)

Listen . That thing took my lunch money, ate my children. Beat me at parkour then emoted on me for 20 minutes. Stay safe out there, man. It’s evil.”

Something about even pressing the call button had him feeling nervous, which was strange as he’s usually a pretty confident guy. It took everything in him to click the stupid phone icon in the corner of his screen, looking at your cute little profile picture in the corner and blushing like an idiot.

Shy boyyy I love ittt

“I’m actually so nervous.” You say beginning the parkour course in the waiting lobby, Hyunjae laughing along at the comment responding with a short “don’t be” that healed every emotional wound every scarred onto your heart.

I literally see him saying that!!! My heartttt ! I love it when he’s supportive! You know that typical hyunjae smile while saying sweet words!!!!

“Let me go beat him up.” Jae replied running in front of you on the game in order to reach schlatt, throwing punches that didn’t hit since he didn’t have the rights to pass any damage.

“This motherfucker thinks he can punch me, look how cute he is, defending his new girlfriend like some sort of warlord.” Schlatt laughed as his chat burst into hysterics, before smacking Jae to the bottom of the course. “What a cutie.”

Lovely loser hyunjaeeee omg I’m enjoying this way too much lol

jaeslovebox: this is so cute. end game. <3

milla.mp3: noooo, that should be me…

yogurtraisin: GO JAE!! YOU SAVE HER!!

trollatron4: rizzard

There’s only four types of people in this world 😭😭

“Right let’s talk strats.” Jae announced, crouching next to me, and punching the floor his dark game skin contrasting his cute behavior.

“Okay what’s the strat?” You asked before suddenly being transported onto the ground as the game began.

“THERES NO TIME, GO RUSH TO THE MIDDLE.” Jae laughed before spamming his keyboard, the chat loving the entire interaction between you both.

Why am I so sad that this isn’t real😭😭 I want to watch a real stream of them lol they’re amazing

jaeslovebox donated $10: go y/n you can do it!

Best side character!!!!

jae.mp3: i’m doing love or host next week, I’d love fo see you there. go talk to schlatt!

“Okay.” With not much thought, you made your choice. “I choose Love.”

The way I screamedddddd ! I love this entire fic, the concept is perfecttt

HEY CHAT! ∩^ω^∩ - L.HJ

# PART ONE! ☆: lee hyunjae! imagine! x reader! streamer au! fluff! pov u meet your fav gamer boy!

description: two streamers get paired to win a competition between their fellow streamers! most popular man on the app, jae.mp3 ! gets paired with smaller streamer y.n.xi ! will they win? or will they not be able to work together at all? let’s see how they get on! <3

genre: fluff, romance, gaming au

member: tbz hyunjae x you

proof reading: in progress !!! 🏗️🧱

“Hey chat!” Hyunjae, the real name of the man behind popular streamer jae.mp3, opened up his live stream for the second time that day watching the comments flood in, the jarring white light of his screen blaring into his eyes.

jaeslovebox: you’re back!

yogurtraisin: EARLYYYY

xoberry: what are we playing today? ∩^ω^∩

ojbiscuit: I LOVE YOU!

trollatron: common jae L

“Hey! Welcome!” He watched the view count go up gradually greeting everyone as they came in “Hey pixie! Thanks for the sub!”

His extremely loyal fanbase like little keyboard warriors, began subscribing and donating, asking what game he was playing today, what today’s stream would be. To them he was like online royalty, they worshipped him like he was some sort of overwhelming power, creating their own little religious circles where they would praise him, desperately trying to win his attention.

“Today it’s the Minecraft Championships. I’ll be getting paired with another random streamer or youtuber from anywhere in the world, whether they’re popular or not and we’ll be playing to win!”

jaeslovebox donated $10: YOUR VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL!

“Thanks for the tip! and also thank you very much for your kind words everyone!” He flashed a killer grin for his audience, his angelic laughter melting them like putty in his hands as more donations and more subscribers flooded through the dooming gates of his channel. Little did they know, they were about to fall for his spell, his charm, ability and good looks zombifying the chat, milking them like cash cows, leaving them deprived of more.

“Here we go, Johnathan is calling me.” Hyunjae reached to open up his discord, answering the call from the events organizer.

“Hey Jae man- Did you just call me Johnathan?” The gruff American voice echoed through the stream. A familiar voice to the entire platform and also someone amongst the top streamers circle.

“Yes.” Jae replied, chat laughing along as the call fell completely silent.

“For that, I’m no longer pairing you with anyone you want to be paired with.” Johnathan spoke dead seriously, seen on his own stream crossing out names on his note pad and changing things around. “You’re getting paired with y.n.xi , because I don’t like them.”

“Why?” Jae asked, raising an eyebrow never having heard the name as chat began to spam laughing faces, and pepe emoticons.

“Listen . That thing took my lunch money, ate my children. Beat me at parkour then emoted on me for 20 minutes. Stay safe out there, man. It’s evil.” With that he ended the call, leaving Jae staring at the chat in confusion as they laughed.

“What? What happened?” Jae asked searching for some context in the comments, before having a clip sent in by one the channel members.

“PARKOUR IN REAL LIFE WITH FRIENDS feat. OFTV, Y.N.XI, xQc0w L.JY & more” - Jschlatt

“Today we’re taking streamers outside to go touch some real grass-” The video began as Hyunjae adjusted himself to a small corner of the screen, putting the video in full.

“Chat, how have I never seen this?” He asked laughing along as he watched some of his online friends get absolutely annihilated by a bouncy castle course.

Then he saw you, giggling like it was the most fun you’d ever had, clearly the more agile one out of the rest of the streamers, you’d raced ahead of them impressively, using Schlatt as an assisting block to finish the course. You then began dancing/emoting at the end of the course, infuriating Schlatt as he jokingly covered the camera. Repeating, “None of you saw that.” in order to save his ego.

Hyunjae laughed as the video ended, “Y/n is pretty funny huh? I can’t wait let’s hop on a call and get ready to start!”

Something about even pressing the call button had him feeling nervous, which was strange as he’s usually a pretty confident guy. It took everything in him to click the stupid phone icon in the corner of his screen, looking at your cute little profile picture in the corner and blushing like an idiot.

Chat were absolutely ecstatic to see you working together, however Hyunjae had a viewership which reached millions some days, whilst you only received around 4k viewers each stream so a lot of his fans had already jumped to accusing you of clout chasing.

• Y.N.XI is now live!

“Hey chat!” You popped on your headphones, getting comfy in your desk chair, ready for the minecraft championships to begin.

trollatron2: total cloutchaser

y.n.clips: HIIIII, IM SO EXCITED FOR TODAY! ∩^ω^∩

trollatron3: using jae for money smh

y.n.xi received a new subscriber!

jaeslovebox donated $3.99 ! “hi y/n! can’t wait to see you work with jae today! good luck!”

“Hey! thank you for subscribing! but jae?! as in jae.mp3?! Is that my minecraft partner? How do you guys know?” You almost burst into tears trying to ignore the negative comments but also shocked as jae.mp3 happened to be one of your favorite streamers, also not to mention probably one of the most dreamy men to ever walk the face of planet earth.

yogurtraisin: we came from jae’s stream! schlatt put you with him as a forfeit for calling him Johnathan

“You’re joking right? Send me the clip, i need to have some words with someone clearly.” You rolled your eyes laughing, thinking back to the parkour video where you’d absolutely decimated your fellow streamers at basic exercise.

yogurtraisin sent a clip!

You clicked on the clip, adjusting your layout, there Jae was, laughing along to schlatt’s words about you. You covered your face in embarrassment, your cheeks turning a pale shade of scarlett red as Jae opened up the “Parkour in real life” video, but as he laughed along you felt something turn in your stomach.

“Which one of you sent him that?! Stop!” You paused the clip, allowing the chair you were sitting on to swallow you from your embarrassment.

yogurtraisin: this is so cute, i’m proud of my work lol

y.n.no1fan: he’s trying to steal her away from my guys

trollatron4: bro lowkey dropping that indirect rizz

A robot sounding tune blared from your computer, looking at the little discord icon at the bottom of your screen flash. Nervously you stopped looking at chat for a second before opening the app.

jae.mp3 is ringing… 📞

Join the call…

“Oh Chat! Jae’s calling!” Your fingers hovered over the keyboard anxiously, watching as his profile picture glowed, surely one of the most angelic pictures ever seen.

jaeslovebox: answer it !

Without much more procrastination, you clicked join listening for the connection sound before laughing out of pure nerves.

“Hey, y/n!” A sugar sweet voice sounded from the other side of the call, enough sugar to completely decay your heart and rot your teeth. A strange sensation lighting up within you, as you caught him smiling on his own stream which was open on another monitor.

“Hey jae! Ready for some lethal minecraft gameplay?” You laughed sarcastically, trying to act as normal as possible in front of your stream as if your absolute idol, aspiration and lowkey crush was not on the other side of the phone.

“Of course, loading in now.” He replied with the same honey sweet tone that tied knots in your stomach. You did the same, loading into the private sever, where a bunch of other famous players ran around the lobby in their iconic skins.

“I’m actually so nervous.” You say beginning the parkour course in the waiting lobby, Hyunjae laughing along at the comment responding with a short “don’t be” that healed every emotional wound every scarred onto your heart.

All of a sudden, you were punched off the penultimate platform, despite not being able to take damage as of now. You looked up on your screen, watching jschlatt ,the server admin, crouching up and down in vengeance.

“Are you kidding me?” You laughed, trying to reach the end of the course but constantly failing due to being knocked down by schlatt.

“What’s going on?” Jae asked with a laugh along with slight confusion as he watched you fall from the course numerous times.

“Schlatt keeps trolling me and knocking me off the parkour course for revenge.” You laughed answering the boys question with a palm rested on your head in pure stress.

“Let me go beat him up.” Jae replied running in front of you on the game in order to reach schlatt, throwing punches that didn’t hit since he didn’t have the rights to pass any damage.

MEANWHILE:

• jschlatt is LIVE!

“This motherfucker thinks he can punch me, look how cute he is, defending his new girlfriend like some sort of warlord.” Schlatt laughed as his chat burst into hysterics, before smacking Jae to the bottom of the course. “What a cutie.”

BACK IN REALITY:

“Yeah absolutely served him.” Jae laughed as he was smacked back down the course, feeling a slight turn in his stomach as you giggled along to his joke.

jaeslovebox: this is so cute. end game. <3

milla.mp3: noooo, that should be me…

yogurtraisin: GO JAE!! YOU SAVE HER!!

trollatron4: rizzard

Suddenly, you were both loaded into a hunger games server, stood in a little glass box together in a circle of other teams.

“Right let’s talk strats.” Jae announced, crouching next to me, and punching the floor his dark game skin contrasting his cute behavior.

“Okay what’s the strat?” You asked before suddenly being transported onto the ground as the game began.

“THERES NO TIME, GO RUSH TO THE MIDDLE.” Jae laughed before spamming his keyboard, the chat loving the entire interaction between you both.

Whilst you hadn’t been looking and focused on getting to the middle to retrieve loot from the many chests dotted around your area, you hadn’t noticed that your live viewer count had reached 243k which is the highest it had ever been.

You focused on playing the game, lucky enough to find an iron axe and chest plate in one of the chests nearby.

“You have iron items?!” Jae was flabbergasted from the other side of the call, laughing as his character stood in full leather armor and a wooden sword.

“Hell yeah!” You celebrated as you chased another player down with it, swinging until you eventually killed them.

The other streamers playing, were shocked as they saw the game chat come up with the notification that you’d already been killing people a minute into the game. Their reactions flooded in another 100k viewers which thank god you hadn’t checked because you probably would have fell to the ground.

Gathering the loot from the fallen player, you dropped some in front of Hyunjae, helping him upgrade his gear before going in for a double kill together.

The chemistry you two had was admirable to chat, as you thanked every new subscriber you’d gained from the experience. Nearing to end of the game, you’d slain at least 13 players which was thanks to the loot headstart you’d received, now there was only 3 teams left and the game border was shrinking at a rapid rate.

“Right let’s go! Just spam right click and try kill them from there.” Jae spoke over the microphone, fully focused on killing some of the top minecraft players there were - despite not being religious players of this particular game.

So that’s what you did, managing to eliminate one team completely before a devastating notification popped up at the bottom of your screen.

jae.mp3 has been slain!

“Fuck! I died.” Jae laughed off his late death, before trying to guide you on what you should do now as you were being chased by 2 people.

trollatron5: there’s no way you can pull off a 2v1 against top players.

jaeslovebox donated $10: go y/n you can do it!

With the encouragement from chat, you managed to take down one of the players receiving high praise from chat before shortly being killed by the other player - coming 2nd place which was still really impressive considering how many people on the server were regular minecraft players.

“Well done y/n! Sorry I died aha.” Jae laughed over the mic, apologizing for nothing as you two still placed really high and were definitely the favorite pair of the championships this week.

“No don’t worry! We got second and honestly that’s pretty impressive. It was really cool playing with you! I’d love to do it again sometime.” You tried not to giggle like a school girl talking to him but it was virtually impossible as you saw the way he was smiling at his screen.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” He spoke genuinely, before you two had said your goodbyes and ended the call receiving a short discord message from him.

jae.mp3: i’m doing love or host next week, I’d love fo see you there. go talk to schlatt!

You almost screamed at the message, trying not to react in front of chat, closing the message for now and returning to your stream.

• y/n is live! 356k viewing now!

Your eyes shot opened, the whites of your eyes almost imploding out of your skull as you noticed the amount of subscribers and donations you’d received.

“What on earth is going on? Where did you all come from?” You laughed, before going to read chat and thanking your new patrons. The pink lighting of your room, giving you a sweet rosy tint that chat awed at.

asdf1: you absolutely decimated the championships i had to sub!

jaeslovebox: yeah i’m so glad jae introduced me to you! i’m definitely staying here for a while you two are so amazing together!

yogurtraisin: you’re the best y/n! you’re so pretty too!

You almost cried looking at the lovely messages in chat, tears welling at your eyes at how kind some of the viewers were that had followed you from jae’s stream.

After all he was a dreamy guy, some sort of angel at least, with good looks and an outrageously charming personality it’s no wonder he attracts such kind people and pushes away negativity like there was some sort of forcefield compelled around him.

THE NEXT WEEK:

You were woken up to a discord call, being a now successful streamer your sleep pattern had completely fell to shreds waking up at 3pm or later, and slugging around your apartment.

“Hey y/n, demon.” You recognized the voice from the end of the call, it was jschlatt, seemingly more chirpy than usual for a wednesday evening.

“Hey Johnathan.” You replied, wiping your eyes and rising from the covers of your bed gracefully with messy hair and a tired yawn.

“Hey! I’m doing love or host tonight for Jae ! i wanted to know if you would like to join the line up? The fans really want you to.” Schlatt asked, you could almost see the cheshire cat grin he had written all over his face just from the tone of his voice.

“Ahhh. I don’t knoww. I get really nervous about these sort of things.” You replied running a hand through your hair and listening intently to the other end of the line.

“Listen y/n, this takes a lot to hear from me but I think you guys are really cute together. So I give you the choice. Love or Host?” Schlatt gave you no option to back out at this point, after all it was a chance for you and Jae to get closer. Your mind had driven you crazy about him since you’d played together, it’s as if this fuzzy sick feeling reappeared at every thought of his gorgeous smile.

“Okay.” With not much thought, you made your choice. “I choose Love.”

a/n!: ☆ hey everyone! welcome to the cross of the twitch universe with tbz! steamer hyunjae is so dreamy i could cry! stay tuned for part two! as always i hope you enjoyed <3

# 🤍 clo

[mae-gi-writes]

Once Again (PT.3) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN | PART THREE

Summary

Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother. 

Genre: fluff, angst, f! Reader x dad! Iwaizumi

A/N: A little Iwa and Hoisuke sketch to accompany this chappie ❤ Thank you for all the love and support. My inbox has boomed since I last posted and I’m so grateful that it is being appreciated by y’all :,) <3 

ON TO PART THREE! Let me know what you guys think of this part :) xx

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"Miss Y/N! You came!"

Hoisuke has a beam on his face the moment you step into the Iwaizumi household. That slightly calms your jittery nerves as you remove your shoes and step in, balancing the container of cookies in your hand.

"Hi Hoisuke," you greet back with a smile, "I brought your favourite cookies."

"Really?!"

"Really," you hand him the container with a grin, relishing as he oohs and aahs as he gets a whiff of the said baked treats. He beams up at you, "thanks miss Y/N. You're so cool."

"Not as cool as you are," you ruffle his hair and he giggles, before grabbing onto your hand and tugging you inside, "come, Daddy's warming up the pizza."

To be honest, part of you had combusted when you'd read over Iwaizumi's message repeatedly to make sure you weren't reading it wrong. The other part of you was screaming that this was definitely out of bounds and plus, could you consider this to be a sort of date?

No, of course not. Definitely not. He'd invited you over as a friend. And because Hoisuke liked you.

When you put it like that, it stung a little.

As Hoisuke drags you into the living space, you spot Iwaizumi grabbing for beers in the fridge and he nods at you, "hey."

"Hi," you reply, feeling a bit shy.

"The pizzas just got here," he says, chin jerking towards the pizza boxes already set upon the coffee table, surrounded by four plates, "a friend of mine is joining. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh no, not at all."

"Uncle Tooru! He's the best volleyball setter ever!" Hoisuke adds with a clap of his hands, eyes sparkling with excitement, "do you play volleyball miss Y/N?"

"Nope," you singsong, "I can't even catch a ball."

"But you always tell us to do well in PE."

"Do what I tell you and not--"

"Not what you do," Hoisuke sings along and you can't help but laugh before ruffling his hair fondly, "at least I know you're listening in class!"

"I always listen to you, miss Y/N."

"Unlike his father," Iwaizumi points out while walking over to the pair of you and handing you a beer can, "whom he never listens to."

"But you don't listen to me, daddy."

"Wha--yeah I do."

"Noooo uncle Tooru had to beg you to invite miss Y/N over when I told you a hundred times!"

You burst out into a fit of laughter just as Iwaizumi hollers out, "wha--No! That's--"

"Uncle Tooru said that you should man up and invite her otherwise he'll do it himself," his son chatters on, oblivious to the redness rising in his father's ears, "what does man up mean, miss Y/N?"

"Okay that's enough babbling," Iwaizumi's hand shoots out to press down onto Hoisuke's head. He nudges it towards the couch, "bring miss Y/N to the living room. Scoot."

"But--"

"Now." His father scowls. His son scowls back and you try to shove down the round of laughter bubbling up your throat, for they look like the spitting image of each other and they probably don't even know it.

You reach out, tugging Hoisuke by the shoulder, "come on then. What movie are we watching?"

It makes you slightly giddy on the inside to hear such words fall from Hoisuke's mouth. If there's one thing you've learnt from being around children is that they never lie. That, coupled with the way Iwaizumi's face has reddened a deep shade of tomato, is enough to cause a small tingling in your chest.

Since Oikawa is goig to be late, the three of you decide on watching Harry Potter -- Hoisuke's current obsession at the moment -- while munching on too-greasy pizza and washing it down with beer, coke for the minors. It's been a while since you've watched the series, thus finding yourself cheering and hollering along with Hoisuke which feels like you're seeing it for the first time all over again.

Multiple times, Hoisuke would turn and beam up at you, sometimes hugging your right arm and burying his face into your shoulder during action-packed scenes. You'd be lying to say you don't enjoy his warmth sticking to your side, sniffing the soft baby scent of his hair that still clings to him. The smell of childhood filled with innocence and maybe out of impulse, you pull him a little closer.

You're so immersed in the moment to notice the pair of coffee-coloured eyes are gazing at you with growing tenderness.

"Hellooo! Cool and Handsome Uncle Tooru is here!"

You jump at the sudden intruder's voice booming through the apartment, followed by Iwaizumi's scoff upon meeting your eyes. Hoisuke bounds up without delay, rushing to the door while crying out, "uncle Tooru!"

"Hi my beautiful boy!" Oikawa does not hesitate to sweep him up into his arms, kissing his cheek in affection and causing the child to giggle, "how's my favourite person doing? Has iwa-chan been treating you well?"

Hoisuke nods jovially, giggling some more when Oikawa pinches his cheek, "alright alright. You look dashing--oh, Iwa-chan! And this must be the famous Miss Y/N you've both been telling me about?"

You pink at his words but it doesn't faze Hoisuke in the least, "yeah! Isn't she pretty? She's the best teacher ever and her cookies are amazing!"

"H--Hi," you nod at Oikawa shyly, quickly avoiding his gaze to stop yourself from combusting with embarrassment. You've forgotten how beautiful this man actually is even though his reputation preceded him.

"Ahh it's nice to meet you Y/N," he flashes you a sweet smile, causing you to flush right down to your toes while you manage to stutter, "n--nice to meet you too, Oikawa-san."

"I see why Hoisuke and Iwa-chan like you," Oikawa turns to wink at Iwaizumi, "I approve!"

"Shut up Shittykawa," Iwaizumi scowls.

Oikawa gasps mockingly while covering Hoisuke's ears, "Iwa-chan! Not in front of the child and the lady!"

"I said fuck off--"

Oikawa's quick to slap his shoulder, hollering, "no swearing either! Oh gosh, excuse him Y/N. He gets very flamboyant whenever I'm around. If ever he does swear at you, it's just a matter of showing his affection."

You let out a laugh, spurred on by how red Iwaizumi's ears are, "I'll keep that in mind. I didn't know Hoisuke's dad was such a potty mouth," you say, narrowing your eyes playfully at the said man who scowls in return.

"Only when Oikawa's around," he states, crossing his arms over his chest with an expression that mimics his son's sulking.

"What's a potty mouth?" Hoisuke asks as he and Oikawa take their respective seats, the latter swiping a slice of pizza out of Iwaizumi's plate, who growls and kicks at his shin in turn.

The handsome man groans while you turn to Hoisuke, "potty mouth means someone who swears a lot."

"Like daddy?"

"Uhm--" you stutter, his response causing Oikawa to burst out laughing, "yes! What a bright little mind! Totally like your Uncle Tooru!"

Before Iwaizumi can bash Oikawa's head in, you hurriedly resume the movie with the excuse that the best part hasn't come up yet. That simmers down the atmosphere a little, all eyes now captivated by Harry Potter and his friends fighting against the ogre. Hoisuke gasps, nails digging into your arm as he latches on for dear life, all actions not going unnoticed by the pair of men.

"I like her," Oikawa mouths out to Iwaizumi, whose scowl deepens tenfold.

As per what the rumours stated, Oikawa is fun and easy-going to hang out with, a complete stark contrast to his best friend. You understand why people tend to gravitate towards him the more the evening wears on. It’s not just the fact that he puts you at ease and is naturally adept at making conversation, but it’s in the genuine spark of interest in his eyes, a look that says that he’s listening to you even if that might be faked on his part. It’s that expression stating that he cares, that makes you realize why Oikawa Tooru had been such a hotshot back in your high school days. 

So why do your eyes still manage to find their way to the brooding figure on the other side of the couch, who is filled with nothing but spiteful comments and sarcastic responses? 

Oikawa's little 'pssst' snaps your attention back to the present to find the sais man pointing at Hoisuke while mouthing "he's asleep." Indeed, your eyes travel down to Hoisuke's tiny figure slumped against your side and your mouth curves up in an affectionate smile.

You're about to shift him into your arms but Oikawa beats you to it, deftly slipping the boy into his arms and glancing between you and Iwaizumi with that same knowing smile that sets you on edge, "I'll tuck him to bed. Iwa-chan, buy me snacks would you?"

"Hell no--" Iwaizumi starts protesting only for Oikawa to walk out of the room, whistling softly without waiting for an answer. You sigh silently, pressing your lips together and glancing at Iwaizumi from the corner of your eye.

He averts his gaze, but not quickly enough, grunting softly, " wanna go?"

"To the convenience store?"

He nods, already moving to grab his jacket by the door as you scramble to join him while trying not to act so desperate to spend just a little more time with him.

The evening is colder than you'd expect, a mixture of wind and rain that makes him curse slightly while you hurriedly open up your umbrella the moment you step into the street. He nods, mutters a 'thanks' and guides you down the pavement where you jostle your way through evening strollers.

Quite surprised by the amount of movement on the street, you catch yourself asking, "is your neighbourhood always that busy?"

"I think there's a fancy fair around the corner," Iwaizumi sidesteps a man as he speaks, his shoulder brushing yours and sending warmth all the way down to your toes, "give me that."

Without warning, his hand engulfs yours holding the umbrella up and jumping at the contact, you quickly retract your hand, "thanks," you murmur, glad that the dark conceals the red splotches dotting your cheeks.

Your mind races to find something --anything -- to get you out of this awkward predicament. You'd die if he finds out how fast your heart is beating, "so uhm--Oikawa-san seems nice. You still keep in touch with him frequently then?"

"More like I can't get rid of his annoying ass," Iwaizumi mutters.

You chuckle, causing his eyebrow to quirk up, "what's so funny?"

"I'm just wondering whether Hoisuke will turn out like you when he grows up," you can't help but grin up at him, "you have a talent for dissing people."

"Only the ones worthy of my attention."

"Am I not worthy of your attention?" You tease.

He scowls down at you, "you're Hoisuke's teacher, that complicates things."

"In what way?" A passerby suddenly nudges against you and you stumble slightly, only to feel Iwaizumi's arm clasp your shoulder to steady you.

He's warm, your mind chants. And he smells good. Like citrus.

He, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice your flustered countenance, "watch it," he barks out. Then, he turns back to answer your question, "how do I know you won't make Hoisuke fail his grade if I upset you too much?"

"Woah there mister. I didn't know I was that low on your list."

"That's not what I meant," he growls. A few weeks before might have caused you to fear his temper. But things are different now and you've come to know that it's just in Iwaizumi's nature to be so rough around the edges.

So you just bump your shoulders against him, flash him an understanding grin, and say, "I get it, hothead. No need to get riled up."

"What'd you call me?!"

Bursting into fits of laughter at how easily triggered he gets, you reach up to ruffle his hair, "down, boy--"

And that's when it hits you -- you are touching Iwaizumi's hair. Iwaizumi.

Oh fuck.

Your hand drops like wildfire, body instantly cowering away with a furious blush, "I'm so sorry," you squeak out, "that was not appropriate I know--"

Someone else bumps into your back which knocks you straight into the said man's chest. His hands find your waist on instinct as he steadies you both and for a minute, the world stops moving. Nothing matters, apart from the fact that your face is pressed against his torso, his scent overwhelming your nostrils with bliss, his warmth making you melt ever so slightly.

"Asshole," you hear his dim hiss like an echo in the back of your head. Dazed, your eyes stay glued to his shirt in hopes that he won't notice your embarrassment, "s--sorry about that," you squeak out.

Only then do you feel his gaze slide down to your face. He asks gruffly, "you okay?"

"Fine."

Dear god. Someone kill you now.

"Come on," and before you can protest, you feel his warm hand wrap around your own as he tugs you along, ensuring that you are tucked into his side while he weaves through the throng of people.

You're glad he can't see your face, nor the way your pulse is racing underneath your skin.

And the more you gaze at the strength of his shoulders, the more you are hit by a crumbling realization:

That you might be falling for Iwaizumi Hajime, and that might be the worst decision you’ve made yet.

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He tells you about his married life when you sit outside the convenience store that evening, about how young and inexperienced he was, and how it had ended on pretty bad terms.

The fact that he even opens up about the topic surprises you, but nevertheless, you want to hope that it's his way of showing that your relationship isn't just tied by Hoosuke.

“Why...” you hesitate slightly, tentative, unsure whether one word will cause him to clam up, “why did it not work out? With you and Hoisuke's mother?” 

It is to be expected that you are met with his silence. It’s stoic and filled with warning, and you quickly scramble for an out, “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me,” you bow your head and bite your lip. 

“She wanted more.” 

His words catch you by surprise. You blink, before looking up at him. He doesn’t look away.

It takes a moment. Then, he murmurs: 

“She wanted more...of everything. Things I couldn’t give her.” 

It stuns you, that he’s so outright. Your mouth opens, but you don’t have anything to say, and you don’t realize that you’re holding your breath until he continues thickly, “she was never satisfied with what I gave her. Always complained that I wasn't enough of a man to sustain a family," he pauses, "I think she was envious. She worked in a big corporation as a financial auditor, and her friends -- well, they all live pretty decent lives. So when we always had our arms full with cleaning up after Hoisuke, they went to get cocktails and eat sushi. I guess she felt like she was missing out somewhere along the line."

It's not the things he says, it's more about the way he says it, voice so thick with emotion that you can hear the tears about to fall from his lips. Your own chest aches with sympathy and your fingers ache to reach out to just hold him.

But you're not that close. You know it's not within your boundaries.

Iwaizumi chuckles before your mind can form a coherent answer, "sorry. Didn't mean for it to get depressive."

You turn to look at him, gaze at the way the streetlight dances over his side profile and down his jawline, "You don't have to say sorry, Iwaizumi-san," pausing and unsure whether you should go on, you decide it's worth the risk, "and while I don't blame her priorities, well, ...was money really such an issue that she left you and Hoisuke behind?"

He shrugs half-hearted, "not my place to say. I was labelled the cheap bastard that wasn't worth shit when she decided to sleep with her ex."

Disgust coils in your stomach, but you decide on letting the anger simmer silently in the pit of your stomach. You don't realize, however, that your fist is clenched so hard into your lap until the warmth of Iwaizumi's fingers flutter over your own.

You look up in surprise only to find his dark orbs searching your face, "hey," he murmurs out quietly, voice surprisingly soft, " s' okay."

You flush against the chilly night air, "sorry," you mumble, "I just-- I know how it feels like. Not to feel like you're enough."

He doesn't respond, only watches you intently. You continue, "my boyfriend cheated on me back in college. I didn't know about it, until six months later."

Iwaizumi sucks in a breath and his fingers tense over yours. Your throat feels scratchy, "so I know the feeling."

"Asshole," is what slips out of his mouth. You chuckle half-heartedly, though with the way he isn't pulling away from your hand makes you feel warm and giddy on the inside.

You'd like to think that this little bit of time spent together has brought you closer, if only to share your woes. But one thing's for sure, you think to yourself as you slowly walk back to Iwaizumi's flat now that the crowd has thinned out, Is that you both have Hoisuke's best interests at heart.

And that is your top priority that you should not forget. Even if you can feel your breath tug in your chest every time your eyes linger a little too long upon each other's.

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Ha, who the hell were you kidding?

It’s almost impossible to put the certain dark-eyed, dark-haired scowling face of a man out of your mind as the next week comes by. It’s even harder when Hoisuke is more than intent on spending time at your desk in-between classes, chatting on about what he and his father were up to throughout the week. And though you restrain yourself from asking too many questions burning at the back of your tongue, you can’t help but be drawn to the small snippets of Iwaizumi’s life as presented by his son. Even if it’s presented by his son.

So why do you find yourself back in his apartment the very next week with flour all over your clothes ans currently coaching Hoisuke to make figures with his clumsy five-year-old hands?

"This is hard miss Y/N," Hoisuke pouts, arms dropping to his sides, "can't you do it?"

"But that would be no fun," you nudge him playfully as you work on your own little cat figure, "all you need is patience, practice and love."

Glancing at the clock above Hoisuke's head to see that it's already past six in the evening, you wonder where Iwaizumi and Oikawa have disappeared off to. They hadn't told you anything, only that they were picking up some groceries. You guessed it was merely the thought of baking that made them so reticent.

"Don't worry miss Y/N. Daddy's coming back soon," Hoisuke says, as if knowing exactly the thoughts occupying your mind.

"Where did your daddy go anyway?" You decide to play along and ask casually as you move behind Hoisuke to help him mold tiny fingers.

"He and uncle Tooru said that they wanted you to taste the food from the sushi place they love," he then adds casually, almost like an afterthought, "daddy said you looked tired."

He said what now? Your eyebrows shoot up in curiosity.

The sound of the door opening grabs your attention, revealing a dishevelled Oikawa in the doorway with grocery bags hanging from his arms, "we're back with food!"

"Uncle Tooru! Look at the cookie I'm making!" Hoisuke doesn't hesitate to tug onto Oikawa's shirt and drag him to the kitchen counter to marvel at the little misshaped man. Dusting your hands onto your apron and turning to help Iwaizumi, your step falters upon noticing the undecipherable expression shadowing his features.

"Iwaizumi-san?" You blink.

It's gone in a flash, replaced by his usual scowl, "sorry we're late," he murmurs as you help him with the takeaways. You try not to think too much into the way he'd been staring, but your own heart skips a beat at the possibility that maybe--

Stop. You mentally slap yourself. Stop it right there.

Similarly, Iwaizumi is having the exact same mental debate.

Don't get him wrong. There isn't anything he loves about the fact that you've just created havoc in his kitchen. Had he insinuated it when he'd asked about your famous cookie recipe? Maybe. But shit man, call him old and cranky but the amount of cleaning up after the mess in his kitchen is something he isn't looking forward to.

But that small nugget of stress instantly melts away the moment he lays eyes on you and Hoisuke, together. Hoisuke is giggling, you are holding onto his hands, maneuvering them so as to make a semblance of a human limb. You're both dusted with flour, pink in your cheeks, and Iwaizumi swears his heart is going to drop out of his chest.

"Daddy daddy! Wanna see the man me and miss Y/N made?"

"That miss Y/N and I made," you corrected out of impulse, grinning as the child repeated what you saie with no less conviction, and Iwaizumi forced himself to move towards his son with nonchalance, "let me see."

Now that he thinks about it, he shouldn't be inviting you over so casually like it's a weekly thing. And maybe you don't even want to be there. Maybe you're just doing him a favour because you pity him. That's enough to make him sick in his stomach.

But this thought dissipates the more the evening wears on and the more he catches your soft eyes, the motherly affection you radiate towards his child, the gentle giggles falling from your mouth.

Iwaizumi wants it. He wants it so bad his heart aches.

And Oikawa seems to know exactly what he's thinking. Or maybe he's too obvious.

"This is so good," you groan in satisfaction while digging into the takeout sushi. Oikawa doesn't hesitate to pipe up, "right? Iwa-chan literally dragged my butt out of town for th-- fuck!"

He howls, clutching his leg where Iwaizumi had kicked at it in growing irritation and when you look at him in confusion, he feels his face grow red, "don't listen to him."

"Uncle Tooru, you're a bad man. You said the F word," Hoisuke chimes in, "it's okay though, daddy. You don't have to be embarrassed."

The redness of a fire engine can't compare to the flush riding the back of his neck. He wishes for the ground to swallow him at this very inetant, though his lips do quirk up in a smile seeing you burst out laughing before ruffling Hoisuke's hair.

"I see the way you look at her," Oikawa tells him a few nights later upon meeting up at the gym where they both train a few nights a week. It is also one of the few times where Hoisuke stays at his mother's place.

Iwaizumi grunts in response. He turns his head away to focus on his pushups, but if his best friend can deduce from his face alone, then that's an obvious way of showing his embarrassment when he is past the point of denial.

"She likes you too you know," Oikawa casually throws in, wiping the sweat from his face as he straddles a rowing machine, "she's like an open book."

"You don't know that," Iwaizumi hisses as he bends his arms, lift them with another grunt.

"Oh yes I do. And if you're smart you'd do something about it before someone else comes in to swoop her away."

As annoying as he is, Oikawa has a point. The nagging thought eats away at his subconscious mind the more Iwaizumi turns his feelings over in his hands. Despite this, he invites you out with him and his best friend one Saturday night and is mildly surprised that you accept so quickly.

"How have we never met if you went to Aoba Johsai?" Oikawa asks while munching on a french fry. As per his request for greasy comfort food, they'd ended up dragging you to one of their local eateries that make the best burgers in town, "would've noticed a cutie like you."

You can't help but roll your eyes, grinning, "simple, I didn't have any talent. I sang like I was deaf and had two left feet. And don't get me started on sports."

"You could've been a cheerleader," Oikawa smirks evilly, causing you to swat him and reply, "unless I wanted to come out of high school with two broken legs, which I did not."

"Good thing anyway, Iwa-chan hated those cheerleaders with a passion," Oikawa nudges him, "whenever I'd get bombarded with them he'd just scowl and they would scurry off like ants. They were scared shitless!"

"As if you didn't like watching those cheerleaders," you throw Iwaizumi a smug, pointed look with raised eyebrows, to which is scowl deepened. But you're used to it at this point, it doesn't even make you flinch.

"They were annoying and whiny. Why would I like them?" He muttered into his strawberry milkshake. A surprising revelation, considering his bitter, rough countenance.

"Cause they were hot."

"Cause they had long legs."

You and Oikawa blink at each other before you burst out laughing. Iwaizumi merely rolls his eyes, "idiots," but his mouth says otherwise, tugging up in amusement.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Oikawa-san?" You ask aa you munch on your burger.

"Bah, girlfriends don't agree with me."

"He's too much of a playboy to get himself a girlfriend," Iwaizumi mutters loud enough to reach your ears and you snort at the dagger-eyed stare Oikawa throws him, "I can't just give that," he motions towards his figure, "hot bod to anyone, Iwa-chan!"

"Mine's hotter than yours."

"Shut up! Why are you always so mean to me? You know I've been working my ass off for those back muscles!"

Your snort causes your milkshake to spurt from your nose and as Oikawa yelps and scoots furthest away from you, Iwaizumi doesn't hesitate to thrust a bunch of clean napkins in your face, chuckling deeply as he eyes you with the same fond amusement he's been denying himself of in the last few weeks.

Is it selfish? To want more of you than he can have? To feel the naked throb of his fingers that ache to reach out and just tuck your hair behind your ears?

Of course it is. If he does that, he'll cross a line he isn't quite certain he's ready for yet.

Daddy, do you really really like Miss Y/N? Hoisuke's voice is as clear as water that same evening, after he's tucked his son in, after all lights have dimmed in his flat and he sprawls atop his bed with heavy eyelids and a content stomach.

Yes, he thinks to himself as his eyes slowly slip shut, I think I do.

Fuck.

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hiiii Lilly my dear beloved friend, this is more than 5 words but can I pls officially give you Molina-Wilson children arguing about the ant song as a prompt

I'm way behind on these cause I got my wisdom teeth out and didn't write for a week, but I'm trying to catch up! Enjoy, my friend :)

This takes place in my Parenting Verse; Julie and Carrie are like 2.5-3 years old here.

Send me prompts (I'm still like 5 short for the month)!

“Good night, my beautiful butterfly,” Rose says, kissing Julie’s forehead as she tucks her butterfly blanket around her.

Then, she moves to the other bed in the room to do the same with Carrie and her Cinderella blanket. “Good night, my sweet princess.”

Carrie, upon being tucked in, immediately wriggles and kicks until her feet pop out the end, and then she says, “Mami, ant song please.”

“Ant song!” Julie agrees, kicking her legs under the covers. “Ant song! Ant song!”

Rose puts her hands on her hips, holding back a laugh in order to feign surprise. “What? You want to hear the ant song before bed? Are you absolutely sure?”

Carrie giggles and joins in on Julie’s chant: “Ant song! Ant song! Ant song!”

“Well, okay,” Rose sighs, dramatically falling back into the rocking chair between the girls’ beds. “I suppose I can sing my babies’ very favorite ant song just this once.”

The girls erupt into laughter again, and the sound makes Rose’s heart glow with the warmth of a million sunny days. She leans back in the chair and closes her eyes, hoping that by modeling tranquility, she can encourage Julie and Carrie to settle down, too, and rocks slowly back and forth as she begins to sing:

“The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one, the little one stops to suck his thumb, and they all go marching down. To the ground. To get out. Of. The rain.”

It’s not exactly an efficient lullaby— not when Julie and Carrie have an ongoing competition over who can sing along the lyrics fastest and loudest— but Rose has spent the last two and a half years choosing lack of sleep over making her children anything less than happy, and she’s not about to stop now.

Still, she has to at least try to say, “Settle down, nenas,” after each verse, and eventually, the giggling and play-fighting die down, if only because Carrie and Julie don’t know the words as well the higher the numbers go.

Until they get around to the fourth verse. Sometimes, Rose has the forethought to skip it entirely, since the girls are still too young to notice when the order of numbers is wrong. But tonight, she’s tired, and her daughters are settling into calm more quickly than usual, so Rose doesn’t realize which verse she’s gotten to until the words, “the little one stops to shut the door,” are already out of her mouth.

“Stop, Mami!” Julie shouts, making Rose jump and almost tumble out of the rocking chair entirely.

“Julie!” she gasps, a hand to her heaving heart. “Don’t shout like that, baby, you scared me!”

Julie huffs, arms crossed over her chest. “But that’s the end of the song, Mami.”

“Noooo,” Carrie whines immediately. “There’s one more! One two five!”

Rose starts to correct her, and then realizes now is not the time. “You don’t want to hear about the ants marching five by five, Julie-bean?”

Julie stubbornly shakes her head. “No, a-cause the little one already shutted the door, the house is closed now.”

Rose sighs. “Right. That makes sense, Julie. We can end the song after four ants.”

But of course they can’t, because Carrie shouts, “No! Five! Five! Five! Five! Five!”

“Okay, okay!” Rose says hastily, before a full-on tantrum can begin. “What if I switch them, huh? The ants go marching four by four, the little one stops to take a dive, then the ants go marching five by five and the little one stops to shut the door, and the house is closed, the end? How’s that, baby girls?”

Julie and Carrie exchange a look from across the room, their little faces screwed up in intense consideration. Rose does not have the energy for this right now— she’s about three seconds from tapping Ray or Trevor in.

But then, Julie says, “I guess that’s fine,” and snuggles back down under her covers.

“Four and dive are not rhyming words,” Carrie informs them, “but the ants can switch just this one time.”

Rose lets out a long sigh of relief. “Okay. Time for bed, girls. We’ll sing the ant song the right way tomorrow.”

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Scenario Prompts: 5/29 A; Tony Stark compliments you all the time because he has a crush on you. 

Requested by: @spuffyfan394​​​​

Pairing: Tony Stark x Gen!Neutral Reader

Triggers: None         Words: 1,966

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Notes: It’s kind of a mixture of flirting and compliments. Also; I use the song reference to ‘The Fantasticks’ because in Civil War when you see Tony’s mom in his memory, she is singing a song from it.  Also, I’m having a bit of writers block, so I can’t tell if this is really that good. 

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When you were recruited to join the Avengers you knew it would be both exciting and dangerous, but you had still underestimated how quickly things would get out of hand on the simplest of missions.

“You just had to egg him on didn’t you?!” you yelled as you and Steve ran for cover “We could have easily taken him but noooo, you just had to make him mad.”

“We needed him to reveal his plan, it’s not my fault I had no idea he had a weapon like that!” Steve yelled back just as a huge wave of energy smacked against the back of you, the man firing off the huge sonic weapon he unveiled.

As you grunted in pain, rolling to a stop, Steve grabbed your arm as you stumbled behind a wall, catching your breath and wincing from the pain.

“That didn’t look very fun” you heard a familiar voice through your coms as you looked up, seeing Tony and Rhodey coming in their suits.

“Took you long enough, where had you guys been?” Steve asked.

“Just went out for coffee, you guy’s didn’t want anything did you?” Tony quipped as he and Rhodey began firing at the sonic weapon, successfully stopping it from firing.

As they were doing so, you spotted another man coming out from a nearby building, pointing a weapon at Tony’s back. Quickly reacting, you grabbed Steve’s shield before jumping behind Tony. Tony spun around just as the man fired. He had a smaller sonic weapon that he fired at you. Hitting the shield it launched you back, Tony reached out and grabbed you, supporting you as you held up the shield, that was now reflecting the sonic beam.

Steve, when seeing what happened, quickly reacted by running quickly to the man and taking him out. You let down your arms in relief once he did, your arms feeling heavy from the weight of holding up the shield.

“Nice one newbie” Tony said as his helmet retracted revealing his face and the small present on it.

You sighed as you looked up at him “I’ll take that coffee now.” You joked, making him chuckle.

“Maybe I’ll get you one when we get back.” He said as he placed his hand on your upper back as he turned to Steve who was approaching. Handing back his shield Steve nodded his head at you as Tony spoke “You better be careful Cap, Y/n looked like a natural with that thing, if you’re not careful they’ll steal your job.” He turned as he began to leave “God knows they’d look better in the suit.” he finished with before he began to fly off with Rhodey further into the compound.

You and Steve looked at each other with similar eye rolls before you began to make your way through the compound to find the rest of the men you were after.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You hummed quietly to yourself as you tapped your leg, reading over the file Fury had given you about a possible harmful organization you’d be checking out. Engrossed in your thoughts and the document you didn’t see Tony come in the room.

He leaned against the counter as he watched you for a moment, listening to the song you were humming to yourself. He felt a wave of nostalgia and melancholy as you continued to hum the tune, beginning to mumble quietly to yourself as you sang the lyrics. 

“For I can see it, shining somewhere. Bright light’s somewhere invite me to compare-”

You cut yourself off as you flipped the page of the document you had as you continued to read. 

“My mother loved that show.” Tony finally said, making your head shoot up as you looked at him surprised. 

“Oh, Tony I didn’t hear you come in- Wait, you’re mother?” 

He nodded as he walked towards you “She used to play the piano and sing songs from it all the time.” His thought went back to the last day he saw her and his father.

You smiled lightly at him “My father used to play the songs when he was working.” You replied making him smile. 

“They had similar taste then.” Tony said before taking the file from your hands, “You’ve got a good voice you know.” 

He said simply making you chuckle “You wouldn’t say that if you actually heard me try.”

Tony smiled at you as he handed the file back “I think I would.” He commented before turning away “We’ll be leaving in a few hours, so read up.” 

You watched as he left the room, wondering why he says the things he does. He switched from flirty to nice so often it gave you whiplash. You smiled to yourself as you shook your head, reading over the files once again. 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You sighed to yourself as you looked around the crowded room as people drank and laughed. Tony was holding another party and the Avengers were more or less required to show up, at least for a little while. So you did your duty, dressed up nice and made an appearance. Though you had no real intention of staying all night. 

“Nice outfit.” You heard a voice comment from behind. 

Turning you see Tony, wearing a black silk suit and a smile. “You too” you said in reply as he came and stood right next to you, looking into the crowd of people. 

“I didn’t think this was your kind of thing.” 

You shrugged “It can be, sometimes. Doing it right after a mission that involved being shot at and attacked for four hours straight isn’t exactly ideal though.” 

He cocked his head and smiled “Well, I wouldn’t have held it against you if you didn’t show. But I’m glad you did. I got to see you all dressed up.” He looked at you with a flirty smirk. 

You met his eyes for a minute before smiling “Hmm” you hummed out before turning and walking into the crowd, leaving Tony to watch you with a mild look of confusion. 

You hated that Tony’s flirtatious comments were getting to you. Not because it was annoying you, but because he flirted with everyone, which meant that most likely there wasn’t any genuine feelings behind them. And that was why they irritated you, because you wanted there to be something, anything behind his words. You had developed feelings for the rich playboy superhero, and you hated that his feelings could be one-sided. Part of you told you he did have feelings for you, but you couldn’t assume, you wouldn’t. 

These thoughts drifted to the back of your mind as the night went on, distracted by the other Avengers and visitors you met with throughout the night. 

As you watched small groups of people make their way to the dance floor, as the band began to play slower music, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking back, your eyes met those of a man named Thomas. A shield agent you had met a few times. Annoying, rude and thinks to highly of himself. 

You put on a fake smile in greeting as he grinned at you “Y/n, I’m glad I finally got to catch you. I was wondering if you might dance with me.” 

As you opened your mouth to speak, wracking your brain for an excuse, you were cut off as someone appeared by your side, somewhat cutting you off from Thomas. 

“Hey there, sorry to interrupt there Tyler, but I’ve already got dibs on this dance.” Tony said as his hands lightly gripped your arms, pushing you towards the dance-floor. 

“Uh, it’s Thomas sir- I”

“Oh, yeah sorry about that Tommy.” He replied quickly as he pulled you into the crowd. 

As he pulled you closer to him and began leading in the dance you shook your head and chuckled “You’ve already got dibs on this dance?” 

Tony shrugged his head “Oh, what you mean you didn’t know? You’re welcome by the way.” He said with a smile. 

You chuckled lightly as you began dancing smoothly to the music, Tony’s hand rested lightly on your waist “I had a question.”

“Shoot” you replied. 

“Did I offend you earlier. You walked off with an air of ‘shut up Tony’.” He asked while meeting your eyes. 

You smiled lightly, you guess now was a better time than any to talk about it “I can only take so much of your empty flirting Tony. You should save it for the people who beg you for your attention.” You said while glancing at a group of people eyeing the two of you, mostly with indignation.

You saw an unusual emotion pass over Tony’s face before he leaned a little closer to you “Who said it’s empty flirting?”

“Isn’t it?” You asked curiously “You flirt with everyone that has a pulse and a pretty face.” 

He scoffed “Oh come on, that’s keeping up appearances.” He said with mild offense before meeting your eyes “None of the flirting or complements I have said to you are empty.” 

You stared at him for a moment, reading him. “Then why do you do it?”

A small smile crossed his face “Isn’t it obvious by now?” 

“Work with me on this one.” You challenged, wanting him to say it. You needed to hear it. 

Your dance slowed to a near stop as his gaze into your eyes grew in intensity. Leaning forward, he brought his lips close to your ear “I flirt with you because I like you, not platonically, not in a shallow on the surface way that everyone expects of me.” He leaned back, meeting your eyes, his face close to yours “I like you. A hell of a lot more than I’ve ever liked anyone else. And honestly, it scares the shit out of me. Because I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it’s true, I flirt because it’s what I’m good at. I don’t know how to express myself any other way.”

Your heart began to beat heavier in your chest as he spoke, his eyes and voice telling you it wasn’t a joke and that he was telling the truth. You smiled at him, and saw him relax slightly as you did so. “And here I thought you’d never admit it.” you said quietly. 

A smile broke out on his face as he tightened his grip around you, beginning to dance with you again. “Well, believe it or not, I’m not as confident as everyone thinks I am.” 

“That’s alright, I don’t mind. I like that side of you.” You said with a smile. 

Tony stood still suddenly, bringing you to a stop again as you looked at him curiously. Bringing his hand up be brushed his hand across the side of your face for a moment “I’m glad, you’re one of the few who’s seen it, and one of the few who I’d like to know about it, so maybe-”

“Keep it a secret?” you asked with an air of amusement.

“You understand me so well.” He quipped as he stared back into your eyes, his eyes flicking to your lips, an action you did not miss. “What are you doing tomorrow?” he quickly changed the subject. 

“Nothing, it’s my day off.” 

“Good, go out with me.”

“Where?” 

“Haven’t decided yet but it’ll be fun.” 

“Not another party though right?” 

“No, just the two of us.”

“A date then?” You asked with a smile, which he mirrored. 

“Exactly.” 

“Sounds like a somewhat thought out plan to me, I’ll be there.” 

You shared an amused smile as you continued to dance to the music, completely ignoring your surrounding as you finally aired out your feelings for one another. 

xx

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[a-froger-epic]

Interview with a Queen “groupie”

Cross-posted to AO3. I encourage you to leave any comments you have there.

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I compiled this interview following a long email exchange with J, a very sweet lady who went to Ealing Art School between 1972 and 1974. She knew all four members of Queen personally and was part of their larger circle of friends.

First off, you may find this hard to believe. I don’t blame you. But I assure you I’m not pulling your leg. As well as the pictures I share in this post, I have seen current pictures of J (which I will not share to protect her privacy). There is no indication as far as I am aware that she isn’t who she says she is.

Nastally, hold up. How exactly did you find this lady?

She found me. It turns out that she has been following my story Dawn of Aquarius for quite some time. The story is set in 1969. A lot of research about the era went into it, because I wanted to portray that time period - and Freddie’s and Roger’s surroundings - as accurately and realistically as I possibly could. That was what drew J in. She tells me it brought back a lot of memories for her. One of the reasons I love DoA so much is the nostalgia, she says, which genuinely means the world to me. Eventually, she talked to me in the comment section. Of course, I freaked out!

And then, I asked her for an interview, to which she replied: I will give it a go, but you must remember that I am 65 and there were great drugs in the 70s, and at 16, away from home, I had a lot!

And so...

Here’s what is IMPORTANT TO KEEP IN MIND when you read this interview.

These are one woman’s 50-year-old memories and subjective impressions. J has been incredibly kind to let me pick her brain, trying to recall everything as best as she can. In her own words:

Just remember that when I answer the questions, it is from a 16-year-old who is 9 years younger than Freddie and a little girl with no family and friends in a strange country trying to fit in. The only reason I was there, was because some hippie thought I had a unique art style.

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J as a teenager.

[I have edited the interview together from our long, and somewhat messy at times, email exchange. Typos have been fixed and some punctuation added for clarity, but I have not changed anything J has written to me. Again, bear in mind these are personal opinions and impressions.]

So, J, how did you end up at Ealing Art School in 1972 and what was it like?

This was the painting done for the Australian school-leaving certificate.

It placed first and gave me a scholarship. I could pick France, the USA or England. As a dual citizen of the UK, the choice was easy. The scholarship paid for board and fees, so had to be and sell whatever for spending money.

This picture is from the dorm. We all had a 10pm curfew and a very thick rule book that, I am proud to say, I broke every one of them, one by one. The rooms were on the 1st and 2nd floor. We were on the first floor, rooms one side and admin staff the other end. We had two bathrooms for 18 girls. One of them had two baths. The walls were your standard half wall, so it was a given that if you had a bath you run the risk of having a bucket of cold water dropped on you. Downstairs was the kitchen and lounge room.

I want to ask you a few things about life in London in the early 70s, to get a picture of what it was really like. For example, was there alcohol at the music gigs you went to?

If it was a school, church or community hall, no. If it was a pub, yes.

Did you and your friends drink as much then as young people tend to drink now when you all went out?

No, we didn't. I think it had a lot to do with money. We didn't have the disposable income, and it was unheard of to still be living at home with the parents after the age of 20.

Was weed and LSD as big and easily accessible as depictions of the 60s and 70s would have us believe?

The drugs! Got to have drugs. Pot (weed) was easy to grow, very cheap. Used to smoke it in bongs rather than joints, more bang for your buck. Trips [LSD] were cheap, I think. About 2 pounds and you were on the high for over 24 hours with no sleep. My drug of choice was hash. Either the oil or the block. It was a nice high, but you could not function well. But if you listen to the music of the time it really does reflect what it was like, to have a group of friends over for a session. Having said all that the most outlandish and shocking drug I ever saw anyone use was the birth control pill. Didn't you have to hide that stuff away?!

Can you tell us some 70s slang that isn’t really in use anymore? What in the world does “ultra-blagging” mean? (As written in a letter penned by Freddie to his friend Celine in 1969.)

Abso-bloody-lootely!

Man, I thought I was the bees knees to be on a scholarship in London. But that didn't stop me from jigging or having a skive day. They were the days that I blagged my way into a pub, had too many lagers and ended up chundering in the gutter. That was how you knew your night was ace. I would get a right bollocking if anyone found out. It would be a bugger when all that you could find at a car boot sale was chavtastic, but sometimes you could be Jammy Dodger and tickety-boo you find something brilliant. Bob's your uncle. Anyways, I need to see a man about a dog.

[It seems to me that J uses a bit of Australian slang here, like chundering, which makes sense because she is, after all, Australian. She also provided the translation:]

Cheers

J

It would be my honour.

I felt very privileged to be given a scholarship that let me study in England. But being so young and having no family to guide me, it was often tempting to not turn up or give a false excuse for being sick. (I had a lot of food poisoning). These would often happen if the night before I had been drinking beer and ended up vomiting outside the pub. But in my young mind that was a good night. If any of the teachers found me drinking I would be in a lot of trouble. Often I would have to say I was holding it for someone else. Not having much clothes with me, I would buy them second hand from church jumble sales or other students and, yes, Kensington market (the market). Some of the stuff would not be very tasteful or in good condition. But sometimes you would find something that was cheap and in good condition. I will stop this text now as I must go to the toilet.

PS: Ultrablagging sounds very Freddie. Blagging was used, but not ultra, meaning to persuade someone to do something or act better than you are. They were always rock stars.

Sincerely

J

[It was at this point that I realised I was talking to an absolute legend. She also told me then that the majority of her old photographs had sadly been lost when her house was flooded in 1988, including most of the photographs from her stay in London. Noooo! :(]

When you went out to dance, did you have only live music? Were there DJs yet?

You know, that is hard. We did not have a DJ. Sometimes there would be a band. Often we looked for places with a band or the jukebox. I think pubs closed at 10pm and some stayed open to 12 or 1, but public transport stopped at 9. So if you had not arranged a lift then you had to make the last bus. Most of the time we would be heading back to someone's place to get stoned and then crash there. In the morning you would have to work out where you were. When I got back to Australia, the discos were all the rage. They could have been in London too but it was not cool to like disco.

How many people would show up to Queen’s gigs when they played in pubs or at, for example, the Imperial College?

Depending on the location and the night: 10 to 1000!

So how did you first meet the Queen boys?

I was at the pub talking about a band we saw last week when Brian stuck his head into our booth telling us he knew a better one. Thinking about seeing them at the stall... Roger not often, Freddie quite a lot. Often on different stalls, I think that is why I can't remember the name. [The name of the stall. Other sources confirm that Freddie also worked at Alan Muir’s stall, for example, selling shoes.]

How well did you know them?

Just looking at your tumblr account. [she has had a look at my blog, where somebody asked if ‘groupie’ meant she had slept with the band] No, I never slept with the boys. I would not say I was a close friend, but I started at Ealing Art College in ‘72 and moved in the same circles. I loved the music and could be called one of the first groupies. I had to sneak into the pubs because I was 16. Roger always teased me for being so young. They all did seem to be one very large family, not just the band. It was a group of about twenty regulars, both male and female. Everyone knew that Fred was too gay to function. We were all at the gay rights march in London in 1972, had to run after the march. Lots of sharpies [Australian slang: youth gang, thugs] wanting to bash us. Back then I was in every protest that was going, student union rights, even the secretary protest. Just part of the times, stick it to Man or Woman. I left London in ‘74 for Australia, been here ever since and lost track of the boys but have never stopped being a fan.

What do you remember about them? How would you describe their personalities?

Don’t let the trolls hate me, but I did not like Brian. I found him to be rather full of himself. Space was a subject you never brought up around Brian or you would die of old age before he stopped talking. He was always the first to speak and start a conversation and then quickly passed you off to John, who was always tired and shy. Roger was also quite shy at times. He was very self-conscious of his looks, as he felt being pretty, nobody would take him seriously. Fred, well, he was not yet the big star, so I think he was working on his stage persona. When talking to groups at parties, he had the best stories of things that had happened to him or close friends. They were very funny and very descriptive. He was the life of the party. When he had a few to drink or was the centre of attention, he would take a cigarette out of the closest person’s hand and start smoking. Now remember this is the point of view of a 16-year-old girl that was a fish out of water, trying to fit in and not having much worldly experience.

It is said that Freddie and Roger were very stylish. How did they dress in everyday life?

Fred would do his hair and makeup to check the mail. Yes, he was always turned out, but so were a lot of people. Freddie did go over the top with hats, scarfs and jewellery. With Roger, it is a surprise he was able to have kids his jeans were that tight. And his shirts were always open unless he was in a jumper. I think it could have been so that you knew he was male, as it was the start of the unisex clothing. When I travelled out of London I realised it was a London thing. When I got back to Australia everyone thought I was a show-off.

There are some disagreements about how tall especially Freddie was. I know this is a difficult thing to try and remember accurately. But do you remember?

Freddie was taller than me but everyone was. Roger was shorter than Fred, but I never saw Roger in platform shoes. I did meet up with the band by chance at Sydney airport in 1984, said ‘hello’ but they did not remember me, or if they did then they did not say anything and I did not want to be a dork. At that time Fred was the same height as me (5ft 8in/1.72m), Roger was taller than me. It made me think at the time that he had a growth spurt! John was shorter than me and Brian has always been tall. [I have a feeling the platform shoes - or lack thereof - played a vital role here! Although 172cm for Freddie seems likely.]

You said everyone knew Freddie was “too gay to function”. Attitudes towards homosexuality have changed so much that it can be hard for us, now, to fathom what exactly people must have thought of him. Was it more of a joke that he was so camp? Was it something he would have been teased for? Also, he had a girlfriend. Did you ever meet Mary or the other girlfriends?

In 1972 a whole group of us - and I am pretty sure that Fred, Roger, Brian and Tim were there - were in a gay pride march. [Since then, J has found and showed me a picture of a boy she thought was Tim Staffel, and it wasn't, so Tim was most definitely not there. Whether Freddie, Roger and Brian really were there or if J is misremembering, who knows?] Us youth believed you could not choose who you fell in love with and if it was same sex, so what? However, if it was two girls then it was every guy’s duty to change her!

It was also a time that the gayer the guy was, the more the girls were interested. Also, if a guy was gay then you did not have to worry about him and he was a good person to take with you if you were going out drinking. However, the police, parents, teachers and anyone of authority were horrified and treated them badly. I did meet Mary a couple of times at pubs and once after a gig. This is just my opinion, but I found her a bitch. It could be that I was so young. It could be that I was very Australian. It could be that she felt threatened as my accent was a magnet to people around. And the boys (Queen) were no exception. Brian had a cousin in OZ and was always asking questions. I remember that my close group of friends thought that Mary made the perfect girlfriend for Fred as they were as fake as each other. Having said that about them, I often wonder if I would think the same now and if my perceptions were just because she would not give me the time of Day. Chrissy and Jo were a lot of fun.

This was before your time, but I read that Freddie's nickname at Ealing Art School was ‘Freddie Baby’. Any ideas how this came about? His showmanship or maybe personality traits?

I don't think so. There were an older crowd that would talk like that. I think the slang ‘baby’ was a 60’s thing, like groovy baby.

How long, roughly, did Roger and Freddie have their stall? I can't find anywhere when it closed down. What did it actually look like? Was it a sort of wooden stall type of thing? Or an actual room? What were some of the other things people sold at Kensington Market? Mostly clothes or all sorts?

The markets were little divided shops. The back was brick and the walls wood. I have been trying all day to remember the name. [Of the stall.] I think it was something hard to say. More often than not it would be Freddie's dad in the store. It was still open when I left. Roger and Freddie were both in the store on Saturdays and some Sundays. There was a girl, I think Jill, who was in the store more. And during the week it could be anyone. You name it and you could get it at the markets. Second hand or designer clothes, shoes, jewellery, pot and assortments. Hair cuts, food, bric-a-brac.

Wait, wait. What? Freddie’s dad? Really now?

Yeah, it was an older Indian man. so we just assumed it was his father. It was my understanding that he started the stall then the boys would work it as the whole markets were set up for younger people, but if needed he would work there. I don't think the boys would be able to pay the rent on their own. [I have since found out that the stall closed in late 1971, and Freddie continued to work at the Market until '74, for Alan Mair and possibly others. So the stall J witnessed wasn't their original stall - explaining all the different people she saw there - but she had no way of knowing that it wasn't.] They always had incense burning that was very big in the 70s. I still occasionally bring out the sticks, but it does not last like the candles and diffusers of today. If you could get in touch with Robert Daniels, he ran ChaChaDumDum it was the stall across from Freddie. He would know the dates.

[J says it’s this look, in a picture she happened across while looking at my tumblr] Yep, that is the one. It usually means that he does not believe or agree with something that was said and is working out how to respond, or he has lost the plot.

You mentioned Roger seemed shy to you at times. Was he also quite charming? We read a lot about what a chick magnet he was. Was this the impression you had?

My favorite subject! I had a thing for Roger. Everyone has a type and mine is the blue-eyed blond. Now, before you ask, was he brunet? No, he was a mouse/dirty blond. If it was summer he would have blond streaks mostly at the ends. He knew he was pretty and was always dressed in the latest fashion and had the current hairstyle. So, being my type I was constantly watching him. Everyone slept around during that time. I did not notice Roger doing it more or less. 80% of the time he was with Jo. Yes, he was a chick magnet, but he did not do the chasing. He was always very polite to everyone. If it ever looked like there would be any conflict he would be the first to leave it. It was not that he was a coward, just not into conflict. If he saw anyone that needed help he was right there, and often had to have Freddie's back. I never saw him in a fight. He could always talk his way out of things. He was also very patient and would listen for hours to other people talk. However, he would get this vacant look in his eyes at times.

And Freddie would either click his fingers, change the subject or just give up. I don’t think that Brian noticed, and it would be fair game for John, he would see how far he could push it. Roger liked to drink a fair bit and when drunk he would be hanging all over Jo. If she was not there then he missed Jo. If, however, he thought that he or his friends were not being respected, then look out! It was a verbal volcano heading your way. That is what happened to me one time. I was trying to talk with my friends close to where a drunken Roger was and I yelled at him to shut the hell up, you wannabe blond. We/I coped a mouthful back, all in the same sentence, that finished with: Sorry, I didn't realise you were on your rags (period)! I have to have the last word, so I told him the truth: I don’t get them yet! (I was a late starter.) He went so red in the face and called me JB [jail bait] from then.

You also mentioned Roger’s cat Ziggy having kittens. I read about this but never when exactly it was. Do you remember?

I think it was winter ‘73. I remember being cold when he was asking around the pub. [To find homes for the kittens, I gather.]

Is it quite strange reading fictional interpretations of real people you knew? When did you first find out there was Queen fanfic?

No, we used to make up stories about people all the time, a verbal fanfic. Was looking up Adam Lambert and came across the fanfics. Some had me in stitches! Others, like DoA, had me hooked.

Please, allow me to be a little self-indulgent at the end. What's one thing I got totally RIGHT in DoA?

All the Ibex stuff.

What's one thing I got totally WRONG in DoA?

Roger did not have a temper, and I don’t know what the go with his father was, but he would talk about him quite a bit and was always visiting his mum. [Absolutely fair, not only did I change the timeline of Roger’s parents divorce in DoA - for lack of information at the time - but also created a completely fictional narrative around it for the sake of storytelling.]

J, thank you so much for all this, sincerely. Can you tell me a little more about yourself? Are you still an artist?

I don't paint or draw any more. At the age of a 50 the doctors operated on an aneurysm or three, and now my eyesight is very bad, I have no fine motor skills and a tremor. I was married in January 1984 and have just celebrated our 37 year anniversary. I have one daughter who is 30 and two great, although tiring grandkids. A girl, 11, and one boy, 5. I have lived my life as the average middle class Australian with great memories. Talking with you has helped me a lot to remember a time when the world was mine for the taking. When I returned to OZ I started nursing, met my best friend, and we planned that once we graduated we would go back to London to study midwifery. But I fell in love instead.

J's wedding in 1984. As you can see, she found her own blue-eyed blond.

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Upon request, J has shared some of her past and present artwork with me.

These are from her time at Ealing Art School:

These were done later, back in Australia:

J: Did this just before Christmas as you had inspired me. It did not require fine motor skills!

So there you have it! I hope you found this little glimpse through a 16-year-old girl’s eyes as much of a fascinating read as I did. I urge everybody one more time to remember that J did not have to share any of this, and I think we all owe her a big thank you for delving into her memories. She is likely to see the responses on AO3, so I have comment moderation enabled there as I will not let anybody harass this lovely lady. The tumblr she created is @since72, but she isn’t really an active user and also very new to it all. Again, I can only urge everybody to be respectful.

If you have other burning question for J, feel free to leave them in the comments on AO3. I will either pass them on, or she may want to reply to them herself directly.

[creoterative]

Attack on Titan Outtakes - Part 1

Imagine this whole show being a show with actual actors (that wasn’t an english sentence, I’m sure, anyyyyywayyyy). Of course, there have been made some mistakes and I got this idea. That scene, where SPOILERS Eren comes to Marley and confronts Reiner, I swear they would have to shoot this more than a hundred times before the final cut. Here’s why.

Warnings: A whole lot of curse words

Eren: Hello Reiner.

Reiner: ...

Eren: ... Don’t tell me you already forgot what to say.

Reiner: I didn’t, just wait a little! *laughs*

Eren: Okay, I give you another minute.

Reiner: ...

Eren: ...

Reiner: ...

Eren: ... You sure you didn’t forget it?

Reiner: Fine, let’s start again. 

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Reiner: I got it this time, promise.

Eren: Evening. It’s been four years. Reiner.

Reiner: ...

Falco: ... Oh, sorry, it’s my turn, isn’t it?

Eren: It is?

Reiner: Yes it is, I looked it up in the script again. You expected too much of me man.

Eren: Shit, my fault, sorry xD

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Eren: Next time you make any last minute changes, tell me.

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Falco: - it’s true, right? You two are friends?

Eren: Yeeeaaahhh. And we have a whole lo-

Reiner: Pfff, sorry, that caught me off guard, geez.

Falco: *laughs* 

Eren: Yeeeaaaahhhhhhhhhhh daddy

Reiner: Holy - can we keep that? I want that to be in the outtakes.

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Reiner: It can’t be... Eren...

Eren: That right there was the biggest voice crack I’ve ever heard of someone using my name.

Reiner: *touches his throat* Yeah, that really came out of nowhere, damn.

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Eren: Reiner. Sit.

Reiner: *Sits on the chair*

Eren: Good boy. *Pats his head*

Reiner: *Pants like a dog* I did good? Am good boy?

Eren: *Laughs* Don’t expect a treat now.

Reiner: I probably don’t even want to know what a treat is in your head.

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Eren: I’m just like you.

Reiner: You are?

Eren: Yes, I am.

Reiner: Vote him out please, he’s the impostor.

Eren: Dammit.

----

Reiner: *playing some Deltarune on his laptop*

Eren: ... *just listens to the Big Shot Soundtrack* ...

Reiner: *absolutely concentrated*

Eren: Buddy, we’re filming again.

Reiner: Huh? Oh Shit, I’m sorry. *Flips the Laptop and gets in position*

Eren: Did you win?

Reiner: What?

Eren: The battle.

Reiner: Absolutely not.

Eren: Good, then my Ego is saved.

----

Reiner: So, why come here?

Eren: The exact same as you.

Reiner: ...No....

Eren: Yeah, you enjoyed our good meat and our good training and our good Historia over there, didn’t you?

Reiner: Fuck yes, I did.

Eren: That was a bit too enthusiastic in front of a 12 year old, bro.

Reiner: Oh, sorry Falco, I meant Noooo, I would never do that.

Falco: No, no, I heard ya.

----

Eren: I forgot what I need to say.

Reiner: You say I’m just like you, I start out crying, you start ranting about how much we’re the same and so on and so on.

Eren: You know the script very well, thank you.

Reiner: No problem.

----

Reiner: *Sits on the chair, looks at Eren* Why are you tilting your head like that?

Eren: My nose was itching and I tried to scratch it with that hair here, but that just made it worse. I thought we could go on, if I didn’t cratch with my hands but with my hair.

Reiner: My back can’t take this any longer, you idiot, get up, sit down, get up, sit down, if I break something today, it’s your fault.

----

Eren: Reiner. It’s been fooff - oh motherfucker.

Reiner:  *Turns around and gets back in position* Yup. Seeing a smooth motherfucker walking towards you, dazzling with your shitty ass speech about how you want to get us all into your asshole. 

Eren: *Almost dies laughing*

----

Eren: Reiner. It’s been four years. Sit down.

Reiner: *sits*

Eren: I have to tell you something. I. am your father.

Reiner: *visible confusion*

Eren: ... I know, the truth is hard to accept, son.

Reiner: ... *supresses a grin* So I have to call you daddy from now on?

Eren: You and your daddy thing, I swear, it’s getting out of hand.

Reiner: What, you are always the one with the daddy stuff!

Eren: I said I was your father, not your dAdDy!

Reiner: Okay. Daddy.

Eren: Cut that, I don’t want my daughter to ever see this.

Reiner: *leans over to cameraman* Keep it.

----

Eren: What on earth are you doing there?

Reiner: ... I’m eating. We’re on break.

Eren: You got pineapples on a pizza. For breakfast.

Reiner: Yeah?

Eren: ... That is insane.

Reiner: Oh no, did I do something bad, daddy?

Eren: I can’t with this guy, please, can I get another scene partner? *laughs*

Reiner: *Stuffs the Pizza in his mouth* It’s tasty and got energy for me.

Eren: Nothing’s got more energy than you, honey.

----

Eren: Are the bags under my eyes looking good?

Reiner: Uhh... define good.

Eren: Do they look like they should?

Reiner: I guess so. Yeah, they do. Absolutely.

Eren: *looks into camera, has black markers under his eyes* 

----

Eren: Urgh, my knee. Can’t believe I’ve done eight years of stunts with this shitty thing.

Reiner: I feel that. You should hear my knuckles, all that Titan Motion Capture stuff really did a number on them.

Eren: Yeah, you almost broke my jaw, thanks for that.

Reiner: You DID break my jaw.

Eren: And you cracked my knee.

Reiner: After you broke my jaw.

Eren: Fine, we’re even then?

Reiner: Yeah.

Eren: Well. Be ready for the next fight, I can punch your jaw again.

[evolmaze]

bts hyung line find/hear your confession

summary - hyung line finds or hears your confession

pairing - jin x reader, young x reader, hoseok x reader, namjoon x reader

genre - fluff, angst, comfort

word count - 3.1k words

warnings - some angst, otherwise pretty harmless!

a/n: parts for the maknae line will be out soon!

masterlist

JIN

You had spent weeks racking your brain for some sort of answer, for an explanation why you suddenly thought your friend and neighbor from down the hall was the only person for you. It had happened so quickly, you didn’t even realize. One night you’re watching a movie together, something you’ve done at least once a month, and the next thing you know your heart is racing at the idea of him being in the same room as you. You had no idea why you started to feel this way, but the instant you realized, you couldn’t stop yourself from constantly watching him, thinking of him, wondering what in the world you were gonna do.

You were currently on the phone with your best friend, complaining to her for the hundredth time about how rude it was that Jin thought it was perfectly normal to walk around the laundry room shirtless, “I mean come on f/n, he’s so hot it should be illegal. The man has the body of a god, and I as an innocent bystander should at least be given a warning before walking into it!”

“What do you mean ‘walked into it’?” she asked, amusement in her voice, and you groaned.

“I was doing laundry the other day, and I ran right into him as he was leaving the room, I dropped my clothes everywhere, and he totally saw my underwear and bras, but that’s not the point, the point is that he was shirtless, he was laughing at his clumsiness, and it was the hottest thing I had ever seen.”

It was at that moment that Jin had walked up to your door, preparing to ask you to borrow your hammer, when he heard your voice faintly through the wall.

“F/n, I don’t know what to do, I’ve literally never felt this way about someone before, and it’s not like I can even say anything, we barely know each other--yes I know we’ve hung out before, but everything feels different now, I don’t know what I’m going to do. I’ll probably pass out the next time I see him, and if he’s not wearing a shirt again, oh my fucking god, plan my funeral please.”

Jin laughed quietly, deciding he could ask for the hammer later, he had other plans to attend to, like making sure to ask you about this supposed incident the next time he was in the laundry room; shirt conveniently off for your viewing pleasure.

YOONGI

“Hey I have a question,” Yoongi mused, turning down the radio. You and Yoongi were on your way to a cabin up north, planning to meet some friends there for a fun weekend getaway. You’d been on the road for almost two hours now, and he had decided that it was time to break the silence that had settled between the two of you.

“Yeah what’s up?” you asked, closing your book, and setting it in your bag. You waited as he beat his fingers rhythmically against the steering wheel.

“Who’s Voldemort?” you froze in your seat, and turned to him slowly, gauging his expression. How the hell did he know about that?

“Why do you ask?” you said slowly, thankful for your sunglasses that hid your panicked expression.

“When you asked me to grab your bag from your room, there was an envelope addressed to ‘Voldemort’sitting on it. Do you have a pen pal or something?”

No, no you did not have a pen pal. Stupidly, you had written your feelings to Yoongi out on paper, an ode to all the boys i’ve loved before. You  planned to store it away forever, never to be read again, in hopes of riding this stupid crush from your heart. All you wanted was peace, and the ability to hang with him without the looming cloud of love stalling over your head, but you must have forgotten to put it away before you left.

“Uh, no, no it’s not that,” you muttered, trying you best to sound nonchalant. “Just a letter I was writing to someone, probably won’t send it though.”

“Their name isn’t actually Voldemort, is it?”

You laughed, “No it’s not. It’s a pseudonym, my friends and I used it all the time to talk about boys we liked in middle school.”

Yoongi sat in silence for a second, and you hoped that that was the end of the conversation. “Do you like this Voldemort?”

You paled, and cleared your throat. “Uh, I don’t know, it’s complicated. I’m trying to get over them, so it’s probably best to not talk about it.”

Yoongi nodded, and didn’t say much for a while, and you assumed that was the end of it, thank god. The drive went on in silence, and you calmed down a bit, mentally cheering for evading a disastrous situation. You even talked with Yoongi about other topics like the weekends upcoming events, and how excited you were to try this new soju flavor. It was nice, peaceful, and definitely less stressful then the previous conversation. That was until you both started talking about college and first impressions. You had been explaining your thoughts on your other friends Namjoon and Lia when he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said suddenly, “Didn’t you and Lia have nicknames for everyone?”

“Yeah, we made up nicknames for everyone based on Harry Potter characters...” you said, trailing off on the end as you connected the dots.

“Yeah!” Yoongi exclaimed, oblivious. “Like yours was Ginny, Joon’s was Lupin, mine was..” he paused, looking over at you suspiciously. “Mine was Voldemordt, right?”

You shook your head, “Noooo, yours was something else I think.”

“Hmm, no I’m pretty sure it was Voldemordt,” he said. “Cause you and Lia always joked about how I was pale just like him,” You didn’t say anything in response, instead finding the dirt under your nails way more interesting.

“Y/n...” he called, pulling you from your thoughts. You didn’t look at him, too embarrassed to talk about it. “Hey, it’s fine, seriously.”

“Ah, can we please not talk about it,” you whined, putting your head in your hands. This was so awkward. You had written a middle school crush letter to the man sitting right next to you, and you still had to spend the whole weekend and ride back with him, great.

“Okay,” he said simply, tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel again. “I guess I’ll just have to wait to read it.”

“Oh no way, you’re not reading it!” you yelled, facing him as adrenaline raced through your veins. “I’m burning it the second we get back.”

“But why? I wanna hear all the nice things you said about me, you never compliment me in person.”

“Shut up,” you said, a blush blossoming on your cheeks. He laughed, lightly swatting your knee.

“So mean,” he teased. He lifted his hand to pull your hand from your face. You looked up, surprised by his action. He was never one for skinship, especially with you. “You know I’m joking, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no, I do, no worries, it’s fine”

“Good,” he said simply, bringing his hand back down the arm rest, except he hadn’t let go of your hand, so yours followed suit, held in his grasp. You stared intently at your intertwined hands, and then looked at him, confused. He was staring straight ahead, but you could see the smile forming on his face, and the red hue on his cheeks as well. Looks like you weren’t the only one with a secret.

HOSEOK

Hey y/n! Do you have a copy of the notes from last class that I can borrow?

You smiled at your phone, Hoseok had definitely slept through class again this week, and as always, you were more than willing to share notes, any excuse to talk to him, right?

Yeah for sure! Give me one sec and I’ll send you a link to my notes

You had always preferred to take notes on your computer, you could type way faster than you could write, so in fast-paced lectures it just made sense. You found the document within a folder the two of you shared information. With Hoseok consistently sleeping through one class every other week, and you having such detailed notes, it made much more sense to just put all your notes in a folder he could access. You found the latest document with your notes, and quickly shared it with him.

Just sent it now, it’s in the folder with all the other ones in case you need them too! Let me know if you have any questions!

Sounds great, thank youuuuu!!!

You grinned at his response before going back to your studying. He usually had questions, so you were a little surprised when he never texted you back. You figured maybe he understood it better than you, and made a mental note to ask him some questions next time you saw him. You went about the rest of your day, finishing up your homework, getting your laundry washed and put away, and four hours later, still no word from Hoseok.

“So weird,” you mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your keys. You had talked about meeting him for dinner tonight, so you wondered if he was still up for it.

Hey are you still up for dinner tonight? Hope studying is going well!

After 10 minutes, and no response, you grew worried and annoyed, so you decided to just walk over to his place yourself. The walk was short, you jammed the whole way, wondering what you’d get tonight, and hoping that your professor would put out grades soon. Walking into the dorm, you passed a number of doors before standing outside Hoseok’s.

You knocked three times, and waited patiently for him to answer. The door creaked open slowly, and you watched as his head appeared in the crack. He stared at you and said nothing.

You cleared your throat, “Uh, hey. I texted, but you didn’t answer, are you still down for dinner tonight?” He said nothing still, and you sighed. “It’s fine if you’re busy, I can go. Text me next time you’re free to hang.” You didn’t mean to sound annoyed, but you were hurt, confused why he was acting this way all of the sudden, especially with no explanation. Waving goodbye, you turned on your heel and walked down the hallway. You made it about three steps before he called out your name.

“Y/n, wait, I’m sorry.” turning around, confused, you saw him open the door. “Please come in.” He gave you a half smile, and you sighed, ignoring the smile that sat on your face as you entered his dorm. It was dark, his blinds were drawn, and it looked like a hurricane had come through here, which was odd since he was usually so clean.

“Hey what happened here? Everything okay?” you asked, worried, when you turned to face him he was standing by his desk, computer in hand.

“I--I, um, need you to read this,” he said, handing you his computer. You raised an eyebrow, and turned the computer around. As your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the otherwise dark room, your heart dropped into your stomach.

It was about a week ago when you wrote a letter to Hoseok. It was 2 in the morning, you were so tired, but you couldn’t sleep, the whirlwind of thoughts running through your mind were too much to handle, so you wrote them all down. Wrote down everything you wanted to say, and closed your computer, never intending to read it again. What you had failed to notice that night was that you created the document inside a folder, the very folder you shared with the man in front of you. You had carelessly titled the document to hoseok so it’s no surprise that he clicked on it, he probably thought it was a funny message to him, but instead he got a look right inside your heart.

You looked up to see him already watching you closely. He looked pained, confused, and most of all angry. “Why would you say those things?”

“I, I, uh--” you paused, you knew at the time it was wrong to write them. He had a girlfriend, they’ve been together for almost a year, and they were so happy together, and you had no problem with that. You loved Julia, and had even introduced the two, but you also couldn’t help how you felt, you had no intention of him ever reading this, you felt awful. “I swear, I didn't realize this was in here, Hoseok I’m so sorry.”

“But you wrote it, and put it in this folder, you must have known I would have seen it at some point.” he protested, coming closer to you.

“I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose, I opened it in the wrong folder, I, oh my god, Hoseok I swear to god I never wanted you to read that.” you said, tears filling your eyes. You had jeopardized everything with your carelessness. He took the computer from your hands and set it on the desk. You couldn’t look him in the eyes as he sat next to you on his bed.

“I believe you,” he said quietly, and you nodded. “I’m sorry there’s not more I can say.”

You shook your head, “Why are you apologizing, it’s not your fault. I was the one who put it in the wrong folder. At least the worst part is over though,” you laughed weakly at the statement, the worst was far from over, but at least you could stop staying up at night wondering what he thought about you. “I’m sorry that you’re in such a weird position, I promise that I’m working on it, I’ve been trying to get over it.”

“You don’t have to apologize for what you feel, y/n.” he said, standing up in front of you. “This is nobody’s fault, let’s go get dinner and talk it out, yeah?”

You smiled at his attempt to smooth things over, you agreed, but a part of you wondered as you walked out the door how long it would last before you grew distant and never spoke again. For now, you’d cherish these last few memories with him, and always remember the times before it.

NAMJOON

“Just say it,”

“No!”

“Why not?!”

“Cause I already told you no!” you sighed in annoyance, flipping through another page in the magazine you were currently reading, or trying to read at least, until Namjoon showed up and rudely interrupted you.

“Come on, y’n, I need to practice!” you laughed at him, practice? What in the world was he thinking?

“You’re not seriously saying you want to practice this,” you said, setting down the magazine and facing him. He looked at you, and you realized he was serious. “Ugh, fine.”

He grinned, happy that he had finally convinced you to help him out. All of this started about a week ago when Namjoon caught wind that a girl in his bio class had a crush on him, the man absolutely lost it, so flustered and confused, he didn’t know what to do. You felt like you were watching a cheesy romantic comedy with the way he came to you, pacing back and forth in your living room. He was totally clueless, had no idea what to do, and came to you for help. You had been around the block a time or two when it came to dealing with situations like this, so it was no surprise that he wanted your expertise on how to politely reject someone.

It wasn’t that the girl in Namjoon’s bio class was awful or anything like that, it was the fact that Namjoon barely had time to live his own life, let alone make room for someone else. You were lucky if you spoke to him once a week, you practically had a heart attack when he showed up today. He explained to you the rumor he had heard, and how he had also heard that she was going to confess after their next class together. All of that combined was enough to stress the man into oblivion, so he desperately asked for your help.

“y/n thank you so much, I just don’t want to hurt her feelings, you know?”

“You’re literally the nicest person I know, there’s no way she would leave feeling anything but mildly sad, knowing you, you'd probably offer to pay for her bus fare home.” The look on his face had you laughing as it looked as though he was seriously considering it. “I’m kidding, Joon. Don’t do that.”

“What?” he said, “I definitely wasn’t gonna do that.”

You smirked at his obvious lie, “Whatever, let’s get this over with.” Taking a breath, you tried to get into character: a biology girl who likes Namjoon. “Hey Namjoon,” you said, trying to sound flirty and leaned casually on the side of the couch.

“Hey, y/n-”

“Don’t use my name,” you laughed, “use her name.”

“Oh okay,” he said, and he took a breath before looking into your eyes, “Hey, Emily. What’s up?”

“Nothing much, I actually had something I wanted to talk to you about,” you said, getting up from the couch, and walking over to where he stood by the kitchen island.

“Oh what’s that?” he asked, moving away from you just a bit. Your act must have been spot on, you smirked.

“I have feelings for you, Joon.” you said, trying to sound nervous and excited, however the hell someone sounded when they admitted their feelings. You were never one to discuss such personal topics, probably the reason why you were single at 23, but whatever, you liked it that way. Poor Namjoon looked terrified, and you’d take being single over being the cause of a situation like this any day.

“Oh,” he said simply, and you raised your eyebrows at him. “I-oh, I’m sorry, y/n--Emily, I’m way too busy for a relationship right now, I’m sorry.”

You grinned at his attempt, it was weak, but you’d work on it. By the end of the night, he’d be confident and sound sure of his feelings, you could feel it. 

“Okay,” you said, patting his shoulder. “That was good, but next time sound more sure of yourself, your reasons are perfectly valid, and if she’s as nice as you say she is, I’m sure she’ll understand. Again.”

[spinningintheshadows]

drunken confessions || austin north

In which, after being together since they were nineteen, Austin’s girlfriend drops the B word after a night out with the girls.

special thanks to @teelagurl558 for inspiring this little thing with something she said in the discord last night.

Warnings: drunken thoughts, Austin being a god tier boyfriend, fluffy

Austin tried to keep a serious face when his girlfriend of seven years came stumbling into their shared apartment. It was an unusually cool October Friday night, or rather Saturday morning, and Ellie had just arrived home from “girls night” with Madelyn, Bailey, and Elaine. He couldn’t help but wonder if his friends were dealing with the same thing, or if it was just his girlfriend who could barely stand up.

“Well it looks like someone had fun tonight” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her in an attempt to help her stand up straight. “I’d say let’s go to bed right now, but I think I need to get some water in you.”

“Noooo. I wanna go to bed” her voice came out as more of a whine than anything. He held back a laugh as he sat her down on the couch, watching as she sank down into the plush cushions. He walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass, filling it with water and silently grabbing two advil before walking over to her.

“I’ll make you a deal, pretty girl, take these and drink all of the water and then we can go to bed, okay?” He told her, handing her both the cup and the medicine and watching as she downed them.

“Bed now?” She asked, looking up at him those same green eyes he’d fallen in love with, clearly on the verge of falling asleep. He smiled, nodding his head as he helped her up and walked her to the bedroom, helping her change her clothes and sitting her on her side of the bed.

“Stay right here. I’m gonna take your makeup off.” He told her before walking into the bathroom and grabbing her makeup wipes. It was the first time he’d had to take his drunk girlfriend's makeup off in the five years they’d lived together. Deep down, he knew that most men would be complaining about taking care of their drunk significant other, but to him it meant that she’d had fun with the girls, and after the last couple of months, she’d needed that.

He padded back across the hall to the bedroom and again tried not to laugh as he wiped her makeup off and she pulled a face at him. Finally, he moved the blankets and got her properly in bed before removing his own shirt and crawling in beside her, moving to wrap his arms around her. He couldn’t help but smile as she scooted closer to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you for taking care of me, baby” she told him.

“You know I’ll always take care of you.” he mumbled, face squished into his pillow. “Until the end of time baby.” A soft kiss was pressed against his jaw as she hummed in response.

“Austin, can I tell you a secret?” Her voice was low. He just hummed in response, starting to feel sleep take over him. “I want a baby.” If Austin was asleep in any form, he was awake now. He could feel the panic form in his stomach. They were barely twenty-five, were they even ready for that? A million thoughts rushed through his head as he processed the four words she’d just said.

“Hmm, we have a baby. He’s about 45 pounds right now, black, chews on shoes” he gestures vaguely towards the side of the room where their black lab mix, Cruz, was asleep in his bed with his head hanging out on the hardwood floor.

“No, I mean a human baby.” She told him, continuing to kiss his jaw. She knew she wasn’t going to get anything out of him tonight, it was an unspoken rule they had. ‘No sex if one of us is drunk’.

“That sounds complicated. They don’t sell those in stores, Ellie.” He mumbled.l “and besides, I brought it up two years ago when we had the scare and you said you wanted to be married before we had a baby.”

“I know what I said, but I know what I want, now.” She told him, again practically whining. “And that’s a baby, with you. A tiny human that’s half of me, half of you and don’t you dare try to pull that “kids don’t like me” bullshit. I’ve seen you with your nephew. Your eyes light up when you see him.”

“I think it’s time to go to sleep, Ellie.” He told her.

“I want a baby” she told him again, like he hadn’t heard her the first two times she’d said it.

“I know, Eleanor, I know. But let’s go to sleep now.” He was trying not to laugh. A pout sat on her lips as she looked at him.

“But I want a baby.” Her voice was soft, but still had a touch of a whine to it.

“Eleanor Renee, I will gladly give you a baby but you have to be coherent for that. So we can talk about it tomorrow, but please, go to sleep” He moved to place his lips on hers, pouting when she turned her head away from him.

“You promise?” Her green eyes looking up at him.

“I promise” he chuckled,

She pressed her lips against his quickly moved to turn her back to him, pressing herself as closely to him as she could. “Love you”

“I love you too.” and then, she was asleep.

[futurewriter2000]

If I can't have you, nobody can - pt. 9 - final part

A/N: I know it's kind of a shitty ending but I just wanted to end it without all the dramatic affects. Like, let's be honest. This is how it would go because all men are pu**ies.

XX

James walked in his apartment drained. He felt his limbs go numb as soon as he stepped on his threshold. He could barely put the key in but when he did, he opened the door with force, kicked off his shoes and threw himself onto his bed.

The image of Lily's tears haunted him. It wasn't as horrible as he imagined. It was worse, far worse but he couldn't keep deceiving her. He couldn't pretend to love her when he loved you. It was that easy. You can only love one person at the time. Loving both makes him selfish.

There was no doubt on he was to choose. There even wasn't a choice for him. He knew exactly who he wanted and that person was you.

He deserved the slap. Definitely deserved it but Merlin did she had to hit so hard? His cheek was still burning from her hand and it wasn't any less redder than it was before.

He didn't want to see you today either. Tomorrow and for the rest of his life, yes. But today? Today he just wanted to sleep through and get it over with. Despite everything, he still cared about Lily and the time they were together was not just wasted time for him. He cared... cared enough to feel pain in his chest as he did so but that didn't mean he loved you any less. He just needed to grieve a bit for he had lost an amazing woman but love is love, and you can't really choose for who you fall in love with and with you he was head over heels.

"PEEK A BOO!" came a loud voice from the living room. "Prongs?"

"Ugh, noooo..." James grumbled into the pillow. Apparently this day is far from being over.

"Oh, there you are." Sirius smiled as he popped his head into the bedroom. "Alright there, mate?" he jumped on the bed and started bouncing off.

"No." he mumbled into the pillow.

"Hell, who hurt you today? Was it Moody? Was he a bit harsh on you today? Oh wait, we're not Aurors yet." Sirius laughed sarcastically and slapped his forehead. "Must have been-"

"I broke up." he mumbled into the pillow but Sirius couldn't quite hear him.

"You're worker?"

"No, Pads." James turned around to face him. "I broke up..." he paused, watching Sirius' eyes furrow. "... with Lily."

Sirius kept watching him in silence, replaying thoughts and words in his head. "I thought you wanted to marry her?" he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. He knew the reason why, stuck far back in his head but he wanted James to say it. "Weren't we ring shopping four days ago?"

"I know. I know." James sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. "I just... I talked to Remus-"

"oF cOUrsE!" Sirius threw his arms in the air. "And he gave you some Yobe Kenobi wisdom about love and commitment when a man cannot even commit to the fact that he turns into a wolf every full moon."

"Pads, that's not fair." James scolded him. Every one of them knew how much Remus suffered. It wasn't fair of Sirius being ignorant about his friend and Sirius realised that.

"I know..." he looked down in regret. "But can't you- why? You know what don't tell me why. I know why? It's because of (y/n) isn't it?" he glared at James.

"Yes but-"

"I bloody knew it! She's not for you James!"

"How in the bloody hell would you know that?! Huh?! Why aren't you just happy for us?! Why are you pissed?!"

"Because if I can't have her, you shouldn't either! Nobody should!"

And if words could have physical strength, they would push James back a few steps.

"You git!" James stormed to Sirius and pushed him against his chest.

Sirius stared at him for a moment and when James started to push him again, he pushed back first.

"You were selfish all this time!"

"So what if I was?! You and her would never work out because she still has feelings for me!"

"Don't act like a child, Sirius! She's not a 12 year old girl and you're not all mighty God! She's a grown, sensible woman, who doesn't wait for you just to crawl back at your feet. If she would, she would have done it a long time ago but she didn't, did she?!" he shouted. "She moved on and she got her life together or did she sent you a letter or called you that I do not know about?" he continued but Sirius just stared at him, defeated. "She doesn't love you. She doesn't love you because you had rejected her YEARS ago but she does love me. She always loved me because if she didn't, she wouldn't have given me a second chance! So you have no right to be jealous, mate, when you're the one that pushed her away! Not only from yourself but from us too! And there was no reason for that except today that you were just too selfish about it!" he pushed Sirius through the door. "Now, bloody leave! I don't want to see your face for a couple of days because I am furious at you!" James stared at Sirius and Sirius pouted like a little child.

He stomped away and disapparated into thin air.

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You had laughed when James was telling you this story. He was laying in your lap and angrily complaining over Sirius as a little child as well. He threw his hands in the air and started to get heated as he explained the argument.

"After all I've done for that git!" he turned to the side and furrowed his eyebrows. "That little asshole." he continued to pout as you had continued to laugh.

"Come on, Jamie." you gently caressed his cheek. "We were all just kids when everything happened. We didn't know better, especially Sirius. You were just as stubborn and arrogant as he was."

"I know but still!" he sat up and looked at you, not angry but sad. "If I didn't know better now, I wouldn't have been with you."

You cupped his cheeks and awed at him. "But you are and Sirius is just being dramatic. You know he wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone hurt his best friend."

"I bet you five galleons he will knock on that door tomorrow, if not today with Fizzing Whizzbees and ton of Chocolate Frogs just to apologise."

"He had never apologised in my entire time of knowing him."

"Oh, he doesn't really say it but you know what he's meaning to say."

And just as James was about to answer, there was a knock on the door.

You smiled coyly at James. "Get your wallet, Potter."

James rolled his eyes and smiled at you. He walked to the door and opened them to see a tall man with regretful puppy eyes and candy in his hands. "You just made me lose five galleons, mate." he said and gestured to let him come inside.

"What do you mean?" Sirius smiled as he walked after James, later seeing you sitting on the sofa.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at you. No second movement or proof that he was breathing appeared. He just stood and stared like a linden tree.

"Hello, Sirius." you waved at him.

"Hi." he said than quickly regained his saneness. "Oh, so you're the thief behind the five galleons."

"Guilty." you laughed. "You had always done this whenever you and James had got in the argument. James was ranting to Remus, Peter and I, meanwhile you were out there sneaking to Honeydukes for sorry candy."

"Which always worked in the end." Sirius winked and sat down on the arm chair in front of you. He rubbed his hands together and looked away from you, before facing the uncomfortable topic. "So... he told you..."

"Quite passionately, might I say. I felt as if I was there when he was telling me the story." you teased as James filled himself with Chocolate Frogs and laughed.

"I'm really sorry, (y/n)." he said, causing James' eyes to widen. He had never heard Sirius apologise before but now that he did, it must have been sincere. "I really didn't know what I was doing... or saying... you were just so fun to be around and I guess I didn't want to share you with anybody."

"I get it..." you said, letting your hand fall behind James' neck and looking at him with awe. "We were all just stupid kids and I always wanted us to stay friends." you smiled back at him.

Sirius smiled back. "So you're not mad?"

"I was never mad, Siri. I was just disappointed but everything turned out for the best in the end." you looked back at James, who didn't take his eyes off you since the moment your hand touched his skin.

"Yeah." Sirius said, then stood up and patted his jeans. "Best I leave you two love birds alone then." he said and both of you looked up at him. "I really am happy for the two of you." he said before disapperating away.

Though he said it to the two of you with a smile on his face he never meant it. Why not? Because seeing you with James was the most painful thing he had to witness.

Seeing you there, so grown up, so different from when he last saw you was torturing. He just wanted to pour out of himself the why's and the because's. Oh, how he wanted to hug you and tell you everything but he couldn't. He couldn't have done it because of James.

He had messed up so much for you, for James and for himself that all he had to do was restrain himself of his own emotions. He can never tell you now.

He had his chances and now he doesn't. He would think it was not fair when everything made sense. It was fair. He did have chances, opportunities to tell you the truth but was too late for him now.

James was right. You didn't wait for him. You moved on and everything he made you feel was now gone but everything you made him feel was still inside of him.

You were happy. James was happy and him? Sirius? He was miserable because he had let you slip through his fingers forever.

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An Introduction Pt. 2 - Teen Titans x Aquagirl!Reader

I've already finished part 3 and will be posting it soon, meaning that requests for this series is now open!!! Info can be found here and here is Part 1

Summary: You've teamed up with cloak girl, robot man, emo traffic light, and Beast Boy. What could go wrong?

Pairings: none; if you would like to see pairings for this in the future, requests are now open!!! (see info above)

Word count: 1370

A/N: This is my 100th post on Tumblr WOOOOO!!!! Thanks for the support yall :) Once again this is a reader insert of the Teen Titans 2003 show season 5 ep 10 "Go!" (The one where they all meet for the first time!)

You all hid in an alleyway to hide from the aliens, who were on their search for the pink haired girl. You all silently waited for the aliens to finish rummaging through the cars near you.

“So,” Beast Boy whispered. “I didn’t catch all of your names; I’m Beast Boy.” he re-introduced himself again with an endearing tone, opening it up for the rest of you to respond.

“Robin.”

“Raven.”

“I guess I’ll be going by Cyborg.”

“And I guess I’ll be going by uhhh-” You stopped in the middle of your sentence, now realizing that you never thought of your hero name, especially for the fact that you’ve only been a “hero” for the past 3 hours. Lets see, you think. I have water powers sooo water woman? No! Thats stupid. How about Aquaman? No you dingus, Aquaman is already a person and you’re a girl! Wait how about-

“-Aquagirl.” you decide. “Nice to meet you, Beast Boy.” You grinned and shook his hand, while Robin continued to look out for the aliens. They seemed to all be gone as the five of you peeked your head out of the alleyway.

“Alright,” Robin says, stepping out of the alley way. “We need some way to-”

Raven interrupted him. “She’s near.” she blurted, causing the rest of you to stare at her confusingly. “I can sense things,” she says to her defense.

“I’ll see if I can pick up her scent,” Beast Boy says, and you realize why he was called “Beast Boy” at that moment, as he turned into a dog and began to sniff around. You stared wide eyed at the newly transformed dog, before staring even wider eyed and Cyborg’s revealed arm, which was actually a bionic arm. He explained that he's able to hear her with something called a sonic analyzer.

Beast Boy and Cyborg both perked up, saying that they’ve both got the alien girl’s trail from their respective methods. You and the others follow the two boys, leading you to a video store with the entrance blown apart. The five of you find the girl in the middle of the store, chowing down on junk food.

“Uh… Those taste better without the wrapper,” Beast Boy says, announce your entrance. She finishes her handful of sweet treats and prepares to attack us, her hands glowing a familiar green. You gasped in fear.

Robin steps in front of the four of you, trying to stop the girl. “ It's all right. We're friends, remember?”

“Friends? Why? For what reason did you free me?” she spits, her hands glowing even greener.

“Just… Trying to be nice.”

“‘Nice.’ We do not have this word on my planet. Closest is ‘rutha.’ Weak!” she yells. Cyborg steps up this time.

“Well, around here, ‘nice’ means ‘nice.’” He says calmly. “And if you want us to keep being nice, you better tell us why the Lizard King took you prisoner.”

“Not prisoner. I am...prize. The Gordanians deliver me to the Citadel, to live out my days as their servant.”

“And the Citadel are...?” Raven asks raising an eyebrow.

“Not nice.” She says flatly.

“God, that's terrible,” you gasp. “You can’t go with them.”

“And you’re not going with them. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Robin promises.

“Um, don't you mean ‘we’?” Beast Boy corrected him. Before Robin had a chance to reply, the wall next to you exploded, sending the six of you to the floor. You quickly got up as the alien army advanced.

“Seize her!” one of the aliens yelled. You noticed the others around quickly assumed a fighting stance, and you prepared to fight as well.

You ran towards the aliens, raising your arms to burst the pipes below you, sending water straight up from the ground and overwhelming an alien soldier. You punched your arms forward, the water from the pipe shooting back the aliens from the wall they entered from. You jet the water out using your fists, sending aliens crashing into one another.

You continue to fight, making note of the others out of the corner of your eye. Beast Boy is changing into various animals to launch the soldiers through the air, Raven’s using her magic (of some sort) to send a group of aliens through the roof, Robin uses a staff and his fighting skills, and Cyborg uses his brute strength to overcome them. The alien girl uses her green bolts of energy to shoot the aliens away from the rest of you.

You notice Cyborg being carried by Beast Boy in bird form, trying to escape a few of the flying aliens. You concentrated, and a geyser shot out from under the trio of aliens, putting them off balance. Raven takes control of a streetlight and hits them with it, much similar to a game of golf.

You rejoin the others as the army of aliens lay in a pile, defeated.

“I believe the expression is ‘thanks’” The alien girl says, slightly blushing.

“Its what friends do.” You smile, gently taking her hand for reassurance.

“Aw man, my suit!” Cyborg groans. You hadn’t noticed before, but the teen’s sweat suit had been completely torn to pieces, revealing his body to be completely robotic, with colors of blue, gray, and black.

“So? You look way cooler without it.” Beast Boy says, and you nodded your head in agreement. Cyborg looked at you then Beast Boy, raising his eyebrow.

“Yeah. Like I'm taking fashion advice from the guy in the goofy mask and a girl who fights crime in a surfing suit.” He roasts you and Beast Boy’s outfit choices. You make a face at him, taking obvious offense to his statement.

“I would have changed if I didn’t literally wash up from the ocean a few hours ago!” you defended yourself, arms crossed. Beast took his comment way harder than you did.

“Goofy? My mask is cool. Isn't it? Raven?” He looks at Raven, a pleading look in his eyes. Her facial expression remains the same.

“What secret identity? You’re green.” she points out. Beast Boy mumbled, then hesitantly took his mask, revealing bright green hair to match his skin. You laugh as Robin and your new alien friend walks towards the four of you.

“This isn’t over. Now that we’ve interfered…” Robin began, deep in thought.

“Trogaar will strike harder. It's only a matter of-” Alien Girl tries to finish his sentence, but was interrupted by a loud noise. Another hologram appeared over the city, this time with the alien (whom you now identified as Trogaar) fuming with rage.

“Fools! The Earth scum were warned. Your insolence will be punished. Your city shall be destroyed! “ the large alien bellowed. A large gun at the front of the alien ship began to warm up, preparing to release on Jump City.

“Great.” Raven mutters.

Beast Boy is the first to freak out. “So, after trashing a pizza place and a perfectly good video store, now we've managed to make a humongous space gecko mad enough to vaporize our entire town?” He asks rhetorically.

“Go Team.” Cyborg says unenthusiastically. The alien girl turns to Robin bitterly.

“All the fault is yours! I commanded you leave me alone, but you insisted upon the being nice!” She yells.

“My fault?! You blast me, you kiss me, but you never stop to mention that they have a gigantic particle weapon?” he retaliates. A shout match begins between the alien girl, Robin, Cyborg, and Beast Boy, overwhelming and seriously annoying you.

“UGHHHH” you say out loud, ignoring the others. “I should have gone back into the ocean and tried swimming back home, but NOOOO i had to follow that stupid green LIGHT and-”

“QUIETTTT” Raven finally yells, snapping all five out you out of your pity parties and arguments. You all turned to her. She simply waved and said “hi.”

Robin sighed. “Look. It doesn't matter how we got into this mess. We're in it, and we will get out of it, together.”

Murmurs of agreement and nodding came out of the other five of you and Robin started walking away. He turned his head towards us.

“Come on. We got a city to save.”