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shim changmin

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Taking Care of Their Drunk S/O After a Girls’ Night Out

with Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou 

genre : [ ☀︎ ]  fluff!! & a tiny bitta steam~

hc prompt : how would he take care of you if you come home wasted after a girls’ night out?

author’s note : this is my first time writing headcanons!! idk if this is good hc material but lemme know what you think! :) **gif not mine!!

bakugou:

first of all, blasty is annoyed that you’re going out and ditching his elderly ass at home. it’s a wednesday night so who in their right mind would be going to the club?? sure it’s your close friend’s birthday but they couldn’t just push the celebration to the weekend like a normal person?

sure you have work tomorrow but you’re young enough and it’s your friend’s birthday, they just went through a breakup so you just wanna be there for them, physically and emotionally. and bakugou gets that, but he’s still gonna be crabby about it cuz he usually drags you into bed at like ten pm.

more importantly, he likes to have you tucked up in his arms, nose in your hair and tbh your ass on his crotch. it’s just so much easier to fall asleep knowing you’re safe and there with him, and even though he complains about it, the sound of your gentle snores really lull him into slumber.

therefore he has a hard time falling asleep just because you’re not with him, but then the fact that he’s in his large bed and you’re out and about, looking killer in that sexy clubbing number... he’s gnashing his teeth and twisting in the sheets no doubt. knowing you’re most likely very far from sober doesn't really help either. and just thinking of all the creeps that’re probably eyeing up every inch of skin, every curve hugged perfectly by that black sleek dress he usually loves but really despises right now… ugh, he just can’t sleep with his blood boiling like this.

so of course he’s still awake, very agitated may i add, when scratching noises at the door start at two thirty in the morning.

you’re pathetically attempting to open the front door, but the key to the apartment is almost identical to the lobby key and then… the elevator key is there too and oh my goshhh the mailbox key is so small it’s hilarious!! like it’s a baby or something and idk you’re just vibing, laughing at the mini object drunk off your ass.

and a disgruntled katsuki swings the door wide open while you’re giggling at your fucking keychain like an idiot.

caught like a deer in headlights, your expression actually makes his frown melt into an amused smirk, the corner of his lip twitching upwards. “hey dopey, what’s so funny?”

shaking off the embarrassment, you throw your arms into the air and close your eyes, a great big grin on your lips as you loudly cheer his name.

katsuki has a huge weak spot for you and you just look so genuinely happy to see him that he doesn’t bother to make fun of you further, he just slips an arm around your waist and gathers you inside.

he asks how your night was while he bends down to take off your shoes, instructing you to lean on the door for support because you’re all wobbly and clearly not capable of standing upright on your own. god, how did you even make it back by yourself in one piece?

once the shoes are off, he scoops you up like you weigh nothing. years of training have paid off, i mean, his biceps are probably the same circumference as your skull so… it makes sense that he’s able to carry you so easily but it still blows your mind every time he does it.

sets you on the edge of the bed, kissing your forehead when you ask if he’s always had such sparkly eyes. oh, how they shine in the moonlight. lmao you’re a cheesy drunk. he shakes it off with the classic bakugou tch but you know deep down he loves it.

he takes off your constrictive clothing so all you’re left in is your underwear, and yeah his eyes linger because you’re literally perfect to him. but it’s like three am now and he just wants to get you ready for bed, so he puts one of his ground zero shirts on you because he doesn’t trust himself to not escalate the situation with you sitting naked in front of him like that.

has you sit on the sink counter in the bathroom while he hands you your toothbrush, toothpaste already squeezed out and bristles wettened. as you very sloppily brush your teeth, complaining about how the mint flavor is “too spicy”, he’s busy getting out the makeup remover and wipes.

he watches you do your little routine every night so he’s well versed in what to do. he ties your hair back and you’re surprised, like, how does he know how to tie a girl’s hair?? you figure it’s from past experience so you let him know your thoughts.

he’s red from ear to ear with blush, and he adamantly explains that “it’s not that hard to do, smartass, i didn’t learn from that.”

is all pouty and grumbly as he swipes the cotton pad across your face but his touch is sweet and so careful, loving. you lean into him like a cat, and he gets even redder because fuck you’re really cute.

after you’re done brushing your teeth, katsuki hands you a glass of water and tells you to drink it, or else you’re not getting any cuddles tonight.

“slow down dopey— i didn’t mean all in one go!”

he puts on your skincare stuff too, and he even rubs it into your skin in the right direction and pressure.

you just kinda sit there and then suddenly you’re tearing up because your man is so considerate ?? and gentle?? and he’s just, ugh, perfect and all yours and you’re just really in your feelings all the sudden.

katsuki is shook when he stops focusing on rubbing the moisturizer into your neck to see tears gathering along your lower lashes.

“hey, what’s wrong, princess? did something happen? do you feel alright?”

you just pull him close and hold him tight. and katsuki is the smartest guy you know, he picks up all your social cues. so he softly wraps his strong arms around you, calloused fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“i just really love you,” you whimper, muffled his now damp shirt. “i’m sorry for keeping you up, i meant to just sneak in and slide into bed. you don’t have to do all this.”

he’s quiet for a moment before he squeezes you carefully, letting out a low sigh. “you worry too much, baby. you know i’d do anything for you...” he leans back and his thumb rolls over your wet cheek, eyes half lidded and a small, sincere smile on his lips, “and, i really love you too.”

kirishima:

kiri isn’t really the type to get super overprotective, and he does his fair share of partying so he is more than understanding when you tell him you’re going to the club with the girls.

he does pout a little when you tell him he can’t come, but he quickly accepts the fact because he understands it’s “girls’ night” and he probably wouldn’t want to be there for that anyway. although he does quip out a small comment about how sexy you look in your clubbing outfit, and how much sexier it’s gonna look on your bedroom floor later on.

safe to say you leave the house with a blush on your cheeks and a little heat between your legs.

you’re out with the 1A girls tonight— you’d all stayed pretty close after graduation and somehow you’d finally managed to get a night that all of you could attend. you can’t remember how many rounds of shots go by, and by the time the club is closing, your friends are all in various stages of drunkenness.

tsuyu and ochaco are playing some children’s hand game and singing along to it while they clap their hands together incessantly, jirou and hagakure are stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk as some kind of competition and yelling in indignation, and mina and momo have their arms around your shoulders as they debate what would be tastier right now: takoyaki or taiyaki.

honestly you keep tripping up on the words because they sound so similar, so the conversation just keeps going in circles until one of you finally decides to call a cab.

it’s about one in the morning— the group had left the club to get a snack before the easy mart across the street closed and you’d each gotten probably too many foods, your eyes bigger than your stomach.

kirishima laughs when you walk into the apartment, wobbling a bit with the (surprisingly full) plastic “thank you!” bag swinging around in the air.

“hey babe, whatcha got there? woah now—“

he reaches out and catches you before you tumble over, a red brow raised teasingly at your questionable balance.

“you alright baby?”

his voice is always deep, but it sounds even more intoxicatingly velvety in your drunken stupor, and all you do is give him the eyes with your tongue poking out between your lips.

he laughs at you again, nodding and whispering a “later, eager girl” in your ear as he sits you down on the couch, large hands fiddling with the straps on your ankles.

kiri frowns as the heel comes off, angry red marks marring the top of your foot, the back of your ankle faring even worse with a blister rubbed raw laying there.

you hiss when he touches it experimentally, a look of surprise on your face and frustration on his.

“y’know you’re really deadly in those heels babe, but if i’d known they’d hurt ‘ya i wouldn’t have let ‘ya wear ‘em out for so long…”

he disappears into the bathroom for a moment only to come back with the first aid kit. he gingerly holds your foot with one hand, the other dabbing some antibacterial cream onto the wound. he rips the wrapper with his pointy teeth, and you stifle a laugh at his red hero logo littered across the bandage.

he chuckles at your laughter, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee as he repeats the action on the other foot.

once he’s done and you’re all bandaged up, he sits next to you on the sofa, pulling your legs up across his lap.

he is not afraid to stay up late with you— actually, he prefers it because he just loves talking with you, especially when you’re all giggly and blushy because of the alcohol. plus he doesn’t want you to go to sleep still drunk (which he can tell you clearly still are), cuz he thinks you’ll have more of a hangover and it’s not that he doesn’t wanna take care of you tomorrow, it’s that he doesn’t want you to be in any pain if you can avoid it. he is a gentleman after all.

kiri inquires how your night out was, and you inform him of all the fun you’d had with the girls. he nods as he listens, big hands coming to rub your feet with the tiniest bit of strength— just enough to soothe your aching feet.

he tends to your every need;

fetching you an icy water bottle and encouraging you to drink from it frequently— “take another sip for me baby, I’ll add another minute to your massage if ‘ya do— haha that’s it, good girl!”

turning on the fan when you say you’re a little warm— “you���re hot? yeah i know. kidding. lemme get the fan for ‘ya.”

flicking on the TV and putting on your choice of entertainment. he doesn’t mind that it’s that show you love, even if it’s his third time watching this particular episode— “great choice babe, this one’s funny… hey, what’s that look for? of course it’s alright, i love this show!”  

it’s more of a background noise anyway as he talks with you, genuinely enjoying your company and just being there with you. he just wants to chat with you; share your smiles and hear your thoughts from the night, make silly jokes about the show and hear your laugh, lay his cheesy pickup lines on you even though you’ve been his for quite some time now.

and it’s so cute to him how you stumble on your words and amuse yourself when you’re drunk like this, and then when you remember you had bought snacks he swears his heart skips a beat at your squeal of excitement.

“this one’s for you!” you chime happily, hand outstretched and offering the box of pocky to him. his heart melts a little (okay maybe a lot) at your gift— he’d said he was craving chocolate last night and you had remembered, even in your intoxicated state.

gosh, he really loves you.

he’s about to voice the emotion when his thumb brushes over the perfect spot on the arch of your foot particularly hard, and a loud moan erupts from your lips, your brow furrowing and your lip pinching between your teeth.

you share a heated look before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“thanks babe, but the pocky’ll have to wait,” he murmurs as he tosses the box aside, pushing the bag of snacks onto the floor. crawling over your legs with a sharp-toothed smirk on his lips, he growls lowly, a glint in his crimson eyes. “there’s something else i needa taste of now…”

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I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair

I reached that 500 followers everyone! So in celebration of all the people who I love dearly, this is the first part of my 10 things I hate about you series that I’m doing. 

Heads up that the next part might take a while to post, especially since I’ve been posting the work I get each week, y’all see the amount of stuff I have to do. Part two is already started, but it’s just gonna be a minute before it’s ready.

I hope you guys like it, and thank you again for 500 followers 💛💛💛

Read the whole series:  I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

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“How long are we going to keep dancing around the fact that you and I are meant for each other?” 

“How long is it going to take you to understand that I hate so much about you?”

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“Alright, chica, are we meeting the guys there, or are we stopping by their place? What’s the plan for tonight?” Evelina asks, sitting down on the couch next to you.

“Last I heard, we were meeting them at their place but if you don’t get ready fast enough, we have to meet them there,” you tell her, lifting her off the couch before she can get too comfortable and make you late.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, your other best friend texting you a stupid meme that he found online, followed by a sexual innuendo that was normal for your friendship. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how he talked to you, a stupid smile covering your face as you drag Evelina to her room in the hopes that she’ll get ready in a timely manner.

“Is that your man?” she asks, sitting down in front of her mirror, hopefully, to start her makeup. 

“He’s not my man,” you protest, not tearing your eyes off your phone, responding to him with an equally snarky and somewhat crude response.

“You’re sexting him as we speak. I can tell, you have that stupid grin on your face that you only get when it’s him replying to you,” she fires back, starting on her makeup. God you hoped she wouldn’t put much on tonight; you were supposed to be meeting the guys in half an hour at one of their houses. 

Her comment, however, makes you look up from your phone. “I don’t think you know what sexting is. I am fully clothed. This is not sexting.”

“I will look up the definition of sexting and make us late. But, are you really wearing that tonight?” she asks you, making eye contact with you through her mirror just in time for her to see you roll your eyes. “Take something from my closet; if you’re going to see him tonight then you need to be wearing something better. You get up from her bed in a huff, going to her closet to try to find something there that was remotely your style. Evelina’s clothes were great, they just weren’t things that you would wear. “And you don’t need clothing off just to consider it sexting.”

“He’s literally just my other best friend. Maybe you’re jealous that I’m closer to him than I am to you!” you yell to her from her closet. “And hurry up with the makeup or I’m picking out your outfit.” 

“That’s mean,” she says, a slight dig on your sense of style, or lack thereof. “I just need my eye makeup, calm down.” She leaves you in silence to rummage through her wardrobe. You hope that her non-follow up meant that she had dropped the conversation topic about your admittedly weird relationship with him. 

She eventually meets you in her closet, pulling out the perfect outfit for herself in a matter of seconds while you struggle to find something. There was a reason why you were wearing the jeans and sweater you already had on; you didn’t like anything else at this point. “What about this?” she asks, handing you a crop top and a flannel to go over it. You give her an unsure look, not really wanting to change at it was. “Come on!” she begs, “This is so much sexier than what you have on now.”

“Why do I need to be sexy?” you argue, taking the clothes from her and changing into them anyway. 

She rolls her eyes, knowing that the two of you have the same conversation nearly every week. “You literally sext him constantly,” she repeats in a sing-songy voice. 

“It’s not sexting!” you say at the same time, her mimicking you with a slightly higher pitched voice than the one you already make. “You clearly like him. You never come home with me when we go out with them.”

“Maybe that’s because I go home with someone else.” 

She laughs, calling your bluff, “You go home with the same curly-haired boy every single week. Admit it: you’re in love with Matthew and he’s in love with you.” 

“We’re. Just. Friends,” you argue again, going out to see how the outfit looks on you. “Are you sure this looks alright?” As much as you hated the idea of the crop top, revealing as much skin as you did, she was right that it looked better on you than the sweater.

“Something’s missing,” she says, standing behind you. “And you literally send me a Snapchat from his bed every weekend. He’s never wearing a shirt in those snaps, I might add.”

She leaves you to stare at yourself in the mirror. She could not be more wrong about your feelings for him: he was your best friend, that was it. “He just sleeps without a shirt, the same way you don’t wear pants when you sleep. That’s right, I know you put those shorts on when you wake up.”

“We’re roommates. You know everything about me. That’s not a weird thing to know,” she says. “Why are you so stubborn to admit that you like him?”

“I hate way more about him than I like,” you try to counter. The same argument every week meant that you were running out of original ideas about how to tell her the same thing.

She comes out of her closet, holding a pair of black wedge booties, shoving them in your hands. “Name one thing you hate about him.”

“I hate the way he wears his hair. He’s got amazing curls and yet he lets them hang over that weird side shave of his? Either have it shaved like he did when he was drafted, or go full curls. Pick one.”

She rolls her eyes, getting her own shoes on as your phone buzzes on her bed. “That’s weak. He’s also texted you five times in the last ten minutes.”

“Probably because he’s wondering why we’re running late, even though he knows you’re never on time for anything.” She tosses you your phone. You see the messages asking you where you are, telling you to just meet them there because the guys got too antsy waiting for the two of you to be on time for once. “That’s something I hate about you: you’re always late,” you tell her, hoping that she would drop the subject.

“Join the club. So does my mom.” She gets up, pulling you up with her and admiring the two of you in the mirror before turning to face you. “If you can think of ten things that you hate about Matthew Tkachuk, ten legitimate things that overpower your ability to love him, then I will drop the subject of you and him dating entirely until you bring it up yourself.”

You look at her, trying to figure out if she were serious or not. You loved Evelina more than anyone, definitely more than you loved Matthew, who you didn’t love at all. But her biggest fault was her constant need to gossip. “Does the hair thing count? And how long do I have to come up with the list?”

“Fine. And I’ll give you a month, starting now. In one month, if you don’t have nine more reasons for hating him, then you’re going to hear about how you and him should be together until you get married. If not, then you have to ask him out on a date.”

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to have to ask him out if you can’t give her the ten satisfactory reasons. But, come on, you could think of so many things you hated about him, just none are coming to mind. “Deal,” you decide, grabbing her hand to lead her out the door.

“You will get married to him, though. I’ll be maid of honor obviously.”

“Keep this up and you won’t even be invited, and neither will Matthew because I won’t be marrying him.”

“We both know that you’re going home with him tonight,” she says, referencing the point she made earlier.

You couldn’t go home with Matthew tonight, and you knew it. If you didn’t have someone else to go home with, then you would have to, though. Or you could just go to your actual home. Pulling up your messages, you type out a message to Matthew: ‘Unless we can both find someone we’re interested in, then we go home with each other alright?’

‘So, both of us go home with someone or we go home with each other?’

‘Yeah, sound good?’ You didn’t care if he wanted that or not. You had to convince Evelina that you weren’t interested in Matthew, first with the list, second with going home with someone else. 

‘Just come home with me, like you always do. We can do something different tonight if you’re interested?’ he replies, earning an eye roll from you. 

‘Like what?’

‘We obviously both know what we want from each other’

‘Haha, no.’

‘Sad but fine :(’ he sends. Staring at his phone, the three dots appearing and disappearing as you try to find the words to say to him, he wanted nothing more than to be the one who took you home tonight. 

You and Evelina get to the bar, not really wanting to see the boys. As soon as Matthew saw you, you knew he would have his hands all over you, but that was it. He would never try to kiss you or anything, even if he wanted to. Even if you were oblivious to the fact that he wanted to.

The entire thing was just confusing. You loved the relationship you had with him, but you knew it was never going to go anywhere. You didn’t want it to. You just had to find someone else to go home with tonight. Ideally, you would fall in love with them and never have to think about Matthew as more than your friend for the rest of your life. 

Scanning the bar, you couldn’t see anyone that remotely interested you, other than the usual suspects. The boys had led you to a bar that you’ve frequented enough times that the bartenders knew your drink order on sight. It also meant that you’ve seen the patrons of the bar enough times to know that unless someone new walked through that entrance door tonight, you were going home with Matthew. Unless you could convince one of his teammates to go home with. Maybe you could go home with Elias? Or Noah, worst case. 

The same group of friends that was there every weekend was sitting in the front corner, a group of college students who were probably underage sitting in the back, some wine moms probably talking about how horrible their husbands are for buying the wrong brand of designer purse for their birthday presents were sitting in the front. The guys and now Evelina for that matter were nowhere to be seen, meaning they were in the back room, probably hoarding the pool table, like they did every time you guys came here. Not seeing the guys also meant not seeing Matthew. 

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t see you. As soon as Evelina bounced into the room, his mind was occupied with the thought of finding you. Then when she told him that you were dressed in some of her clothing? He could feel himself going crazy trying to picture what you were wearing, knowing some of the outfits he had seen your roommate in. All he had to do was convince you not to go home with another guy. That was going to be easy, right? He stands by the bar, out of your line of site, just to admire how you looked. Evelina knew damn well what she was doing when she picked that outfit for you. She had to know seeing you in that would drive Matthew crazy like it was. 

You nearly forgot about him, thinking only of your options of who you could go home with when you felt him come up behind you, your entire body tensing up as his hands snaked their way around your waist, pulling you close to him. Your breath stopped when his thumb hooked onto the belt loop of your jeans. He leaned in, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine, letting out a whisper, “Just come home with me tonight. I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

You exhale, rolling your eyes, running your tongue over your teeth. You knew he would say something like that to you; it was the exact type of statement that you would text each other constantly. He couldn’t see the smirk on your face that you know would drive him crazy. “What, to my senses?” you whisper back. His hands drop long enough for you to turn around to face him, draping your arms on his shoulders just for him to pull you back in to him, leaving no space to escape with your back pressed to the bar counter. “Don’t be crude. You know our deal, Matthew. We just made it, you can’t be that forgetful.”

“And who do you see here that you would be remotely interested in besides me?” he teases. “The guy macking on a girl on the other end of the bar, or the college kids who may or may not be legal?”

“The night is young, Rat Man,” you call him the nickname you knew he despised, ruffling your hands in his hair, tangling your fingers in the curls. “Maybe instead of looking at me, try going for those girls that just came in already can’t seem to keep their eyes off you.” You motion to the table of girls sending you daggers just over Matthew’s shoulders. 

“Why would I do that when I have you already right in my arms?”

You lean in, running your hands down his body. You could feel his heart racing at your touch, knowing you were driving him crazy with every word you uttered, “Because we both know that’s not something we do,” you tease him, getting an idea as the guys filter into the main bar area. “Worst-case scenario, I’ll go home with Elias.” 

He pulls away from you, trying to hide the pain he was feeling from coming through on his face. “Why would you do that?” 

“Have you seen Lindy? You know I’ve always had a crush on him, why not act on that?”

“Because I would hate that?” he questions. You had to know he would hate that. There’s no way you could be so oblivious to the fact that his ‘jokingly sexual texts’ weren’t joking for the most part, right? 

“Maybe that’s why I do it,” you tease. Nope, you were oblivious. Even though Evelina had told you earlier, you thought she was lying. “So, where is he?”

Matthew bites his lip, debating on telling you where his teammate was or not. He couldn’t let you go home with Elias, but you know he’s single. He could just tell you that he didn’t come tonight, but then what happens when you spot him. What if he just said Lindy had started seeing someone recently? “I don’t know,” is all he can tell you. He can’t lie to you. Not if this was something that had the potential to make you happy. 

“Then I’m gonna go find him,” you say, kissing him on the cheek and weaseling your way out from his grip. You were determined not to go home with him tonight. Evelina was wrong about the two of you being in love, and this was the first step in proving it. Actually, the second, the list was the first step. You just needed nine more things.

“What the hell was that?” Matthew hears a voice snap him out of the trance you sent him into while he watched you walk away to find his teammate. He looks next to him, Evelina sitting there. He could not read the girl to save his life: was she mad? Was she actually confused? The girl only showed emotion with her voice. Either that or Matthew was just oblivious when it came to reading her.

“What are you talking about?” he pretends not to know, signaling to the bartender to get him another drink. If he had to watch you go home with his friend, he might as well be able to forget about it come morning. 

She rolls her eyes at him. “I just had this conversation with her. How are you both so dumb?” she says off to the side before sighing and looking at Matthew, “You clearly both love each other.” 

Matthew looks at her, the panic written all over his face. “Wh-what?” he stammers out. No one knew he’s liked you for a while now. At least, he hadn’t told anyone. Was he that obvious? Of course he was obvious, he blatantly flirted with you all the time. “We are not in love with each other.”

“Oh, stop lying, everyone but Y/N knows that’s not true. You two will be going out on a date by the end of the month,” she says, staring down at her drink. The confidence in her voice was baffling, considering Matthew didn’t even think he could ever convince you to actually date him. How did Evelina do it? 

“You’re one of the first people to tell me that I’m an idiot so I really need you to give me more explanation. We both know I can never figure out what you’re saying to me.”

She sighs, taking a long sip of her drink. “I made a bet with her: if she can come up with ten things that she hates about you by the end of the month, then I’ll stop talking about you two for the rest of your lives. If not, then y’all are going on a date.”

Matthew could feel himself starting to panic. “Only ten things? Are you joking? There are at least five guys in the NHL who could think of fifty. My own teammates probably have thousands. My dad probably hates more things about me than he likes!” he starts to spit out. This was not going to end well, and he knew it.

“Oh, come on,” she says, rolling her eyes yet again. “If she really didn’t like you, then she would have come up with something better than the way you shave the side of your head like that.” 

He subconsciously lifts his hand to run it along the shaved sides she was talking about. “That’s all she could think of?”

“That’s it. I know Y/N better than anyone: she’s going to try to think of ten things and she’s not going to come up with them and she’s finally going to realize that she loves you.”

“This is either going to be great or awful.”

“Which one do you want it to be?”

“Great, obviously, but how are you sure it’ll end up with the two of us together?”

She looks at him and just smiles. He couldn’t tell if it was because she was trying not to laugh at how dumb he was or because she was genuinely happy or hopeful. “She’s going to figure out that you like because and love despite. It’s a saying for a reason.” 

Before he can say anything, the two of them are interrupted by the sound of you and the rest of the boys roaring with laughter. They both find the group through the crowd to see them all huddled around Elias going on a rant about something. Evelina drags Matthew over, plopping him down next to you, leaving you sandwiched between him and Elias.

“What’s going on?” Evelina asks once he finishes his rant.

“We’re playing ‘don’t get me started,’” you explain, subconsciously settling into Matthew as he drapes his arm behind you. “Elias was just talking about the idea of a ‘puck bunny.’” Evelina raises her eyebrow, egging you on to continue, “He thinks the concept is dumb and that women should be allowed to like the sport without being accused of wanting sex and all that jazz. We love a feminist,” you coo, playfully nudging Elias as he smiles. Matthew could feel himself going crazy at the site of it, putting his arm around you as if to mark you as his. 

Evelina raises her glass, “Thank god, you’re a good man, Lindy,” toasting to him before setting her glass down. “Who’s next?” 

“I guess it’s me?” you say. “Someone give me a topic.”

“Gifted Education Program in US education,” Evelina says, already knowing your feelings about it. The alcohol in your system was only going to make the rant better. 

“Don’t get me started about the Gifted Education Program,” you start, already feeling yourself get heated even though there was a smile on your face, playing perfectly into the game that you and the guys had started to play. “It had to be one of the worst things, if not the worst thing that has ever happened to me. And all because of a fucking standardized test that I took when I was seven years old. What the hell kind of school system tells a child they’re ‘gifted’ because of a stupid test that they don’t care about? I mean, if Matthew here went to school with me and took the same test,” you start, looking over at him, feeling the heat rush to your face as you prepared for his reaction to what you were about to say, “He could have guessed on the entire test and been labelled as ‘gifted.’ Does he seem like someone who would be ‘gifted’ academically?”

The guys laughed around you as the two of you just stared at each other. Part of him hated how easily you were able to chirp him, knowing that he could never find it in him to chirp back. 

“I mean, what the hell does the gifted program even do? It pulled me out of class and made me miss instruction time which I then had to teach myself what I missed. And for what? To be a defense lawyer for the Big Bad Wolf from the Three Little Pigs? I didn’t even get to plan what I said by myself: I was given a script and had to memorize it. How is that gifted education? What does that promote? When we read The Indian in the Cupboard? When we did math problems that we were told high schoolers had issues solving? Or, how about the way we wrote a newspaper every single week but since we only worked on it for thirty minutes, we never published a single issue. I don’t even know what my section of the paper was.”

You keep going on about the gifted program, the guys laughing more and more. Matthew couldn’t focus on what you were saying, he was too busy focused on your hand, which you didn’t even realize kept grazing his thigh, driving him crazy, just like everything else you did. He pulls out his phone, searching for Evelina’s contact. 

‘Are you sure this list is going to work in my favor?’

She snaps out of listening to your rant, trying to catch her breath as she looked at her phone. Looking between you and Matthew, she smiles at him, the first look he was able to properly read: it will.

[z0mbie0fzombies]

More lollipop chainsaw incorrect quotes because life is nothing

( @battered-fried-colostomy and @mariska howdy)

1. Lewis: Hewwo.

Vikke: Hihiiiiii!

Zed: Greetings, Humans.

Josey: Three kinds of people.

Mariska: I want pudding.

Lewis: Four kinds of people.

Killabilly: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS?

Josey: Five kinds of people.

2. Lewis: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Vikke: >:O language

Zed: Yeah watch your fucking language

Mariska: OKAY WHO TAUGHT ZED THE FUCK WORD?

Josey: 'The fuck word'.

Killabilly: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Zed: Oh my god they censored it

Josey: Say fuck, Killabilly.

Zed: Do it, Killabilly. Say fuck.

3. Killabilly: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise

Lewis: I beg to differ

Killabilly: Then Beg

4. Killabilly: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Lewis: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Killabilly: Jokes on you, I can't do math

5. Killabilly: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Lewis, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Killabilly:

Killabilly: fsh

6. Killabilly: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Lewis: What did you do op?

Killabilly: A MISTAKE

7. Killabilly: I learned some very valuable lessons from this.

Lewis: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away.

Killabilly: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

8. Killabilly: Okay, help me please!

Lewis: Got two words for you.

Killabilly: I bet they won't be helpful.

Lewis: Your problem.

Killabilly: I was right

9. Killabilly, in a beach shirt: So sue me, it's October and I'd like to be on Island Time for a day!

Lewis: I have Spotify open right now on my computer, do you want me to blast you? Do you want me to put you on blast? Cuz I've got your history right here on the sidebar,

Lewis: Take it Back by Jimmy Buffet, Nautical Wheelers by Jimmy Buffet, Jolly Mon Sing by Jimmy Buffet, Steamer by Jimmy Buffet, trEAT HER LIKE A LADY BY JIMMY BUFFET, MAÑANA BY JIMMY BUFFET, WHEN SALOME PLAYS THE DRUMS BY JAMES BUFFET, HAVANA DAYDREAMIN BY JIMMY BUFFET- What the FUCK happened to you?!

Killabilly, laughing: I HAD A CASE OF THE MONDAYS

Lewis: ARE YOU HAUNTED?! ARE YOU FUCKING POSSESSED?!

Lewis: YOU USED TO BE MY FRIEND

Killabilly, cry-laughing: ��� ᴴᴬᴰ ᴬ ᶜᴬˢᴱ ᴼᶠ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴹᴼᴺᴰᴬʸˢ

10. Lewis: What is your biggest weakness?

Killabilly: I can be uncooperative.

Lewis: Okay, can you give me an example?

Killabilly: No.

11. Lewis: How petty can you get?

Killabilly: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

12. Lewis, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today!

Killabilly: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

13. Killabilly : I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

14. Killabilly : 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

Killabilly : Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

15. Killabilly : If I'm really as evil as you say I am, then have the gods strike me down where I stand.

*Lightning strikes Killabilly *

Killabilly : Ha! Nice try, jackass! Next time, give it your A-game!

[ssa-sugar-tits]

i missed you

request : this one

pairing : derek morgan x cadet!reader

summary : an fbi cadet reader asks her old friend, derek morgan, to help her train and suppressed feelings surface.

content warnings : annoying time jumps (leave me alone), swearing, awkward ass reader, insecurity, good old sexual tension

gif credit : @rewrotethestars

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All it took was a call to an old friend. One who'd left for the FBI not long after you'd met. Communication didn't completely fizzle out, every once in a while you'd see how the other was doing. You'd crossed each other's minds as something that could have been but simply weren't-- and that was okay. So why did you reach out? You can't really say.

-

Derek's phone rings in the back pocket of his jeans, barely noticable over the blaring music of the dim lit club. The name appears in large letters and he redirects his attention with dark furrowed brows, earning pouts from the women fawning over him.

"Y/N?" His deep voice questions and you almost hang up. He doesn't sound very happy to hear from you.

"Hey Derek, it's me. I mean clearly it's me, since you already saw my caller ID. What I mean is..." you trail off, fumbling over your own words. Surprisingly he chuckles and puts you at ease.

"It's nice to know you're still you, hot stuff. So what's up?"

Hot stuff.

His stupid nicknames always felt like home in an odd way.

"Sorry if you're busy but I'm finishing up my time at the academy and I was wondering if you'd help me train." God, you sound ridiculous. "S-Since you're all badass and built and I'm not, you know?"

You wince at your sentence. Why didn't you stop talking? A warm laugh escapes him and you can hear a smile in his voice that makes you smile too, despite the fact that it's probably at your expense.

"You think I'm badass and built? I'm glad that's what stuck in your mind about me after all these years. I'd be more than happy to help you, just let me know when."

"I will, thanks Derek."

And you did. The rest is history.

-

Derek was ecstatic to hear from you. Your presence always lingered in his heart like a beautiful ghost.

"Okay, spill." Penelope's flirty tone sings to the unsuspecting profiler in the elevator.

"Spill?" Derek cocks an eyebrow.

"Spill about where you've been so excited to go. It doesn't take a profiler to figure out when someone captivates the Derek Morgan."

"It's not like that, babygirl. I'm helping a friend in the academy train, that's all."

That's all? Rich, Morgan.

"A female friend I presume? One who makes the sexy biceps of your heart flex?"

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that last part but yes, Y/N is a woman. It doesn't mean anything."

An exaggerated sigh leaves the blonde and she taps a finger on the desk.

"Whatever you say, twelve-pack. Just know that your girl's rooting for ya. Not that she'll be able to resist you exercising."

Derek laughs heartily at her wink and steps out of the building.

"Is that her?" she gasps, seeing you leaned against his car awaiting the dark man. "She might just be sexier than you are."

You wave innocently and give a hopefully not too awkward, tight lipped smile. Penelope smirks at Derek's obvious awe of you, taking in the sight as if you were a vivid sunset about to disappear. You'd never guess that though, would you? Why would a man like him want you? The answer is he wouldn't. But a girl can dream.

"Took you long enough," you laugh and turn to the brightly dressed woman beside him. "You must be Penelope? Der's mentioned you before."

Der? Penelope taunts with silent feline eyes.

"The one and only! I've heard about you too, Y/N."

"Oh!" you're startled when she brings you into a hug and whispers, not at all subtly.

"Have fun training."

Derek scrunches his face in embarrassment. You must know why she's teasing.

"Goodbye lovelies, enjoy yourselves!" She waves goodbye.

"She was... interesting," you say playfully. "I like her."

Is that all you have to say? Judging by the way you open the car door and plop down, yes. Yes, it is.

-

Arriving at the Quantico gym, you turn to your new trainer and beam.

"Alright. Where do we start, teach?"

"The fitness test is going to put you through core challenges and test your overall endurance out in the field. It's best to take this at your best level so we'll start wherever you want."

How does he make an FBI qualification sound sexy?

"Uh... core is a good place to start. Give me a sec to change."

"No problem."

Of course he'd change too. But it still catches you by-- very pleasant-- surprise when you return to see him in gym clothes. His dark, toned arms are completely exposed and the built pecs of his chest are barely covered by his tank top. It grips to his abs and the shorts he's wearing... they do not leave his calves to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" he teases confidentally, showcasing his perfect white teeth. Shit, he caught you staring. And of course had to taunt you.

As if he isn't enjoying the view too. Your sports bra and active wear shorts aren't exactly modest.

"No! I mean yes! I was just admiring, you're very fit."

You want to cringe at yourself. Way to go Y/N, not creepy at all.

"Not so bad yourself, Y/N. Why don't we start with stretching?"

"Okay," you nod and follow his movements. Bringing an arm up over your head, you turn and gasp lightly at the sight of his tank top lifting. If one thing hasn't changed, it's those fucking abs. Being distracted while exercising isn't such a good thing however and you topple over into his arms.

"Woah! I got you," Derek reassures and steadies you.

"Yeah I'm alright-- thanks."

His eyes are so pretty. They scan yours with a love you wouldn't comprehend. So chocolate and ocean like. You could lose yourself in them... Oh god. You are losing yourself in them.

"So, what now?" you blurt, jumping back from his grasp and almost making him frown. He'd rather be close to you but he'd never let you know. A womanizer, isn't he? He's on Reid's level of charm when it comes to you. You're different, somehow, some way.

"The best core exercises to begin with are crunches and sit ups, we can move on to variations afterwards." he explains, lips moving with silk precision.

"Got it!" you nod enthusiastically. Derek lays on his back for a demonstration, allowing you to enjoy the show as his arms bend behind his head and his body curls up to his knees.

Always the charmer, always the angel.

Something about him right now, whatever it is.

It's too much to ignore anymore.

With a burst of confidence and passion, you hop onto his lap and rest your hands on his racing chest.

"I really missed you Derek."

As scandalous as this would seem to anyone who walked in right now, the moment was nothing if not pure.

"I missed you too baby."

You lower your body and gently brush his lips with yours. His hands find their rightful place in your hair and his tongue guides yours into bliss. Tilting your head, you melt deeper into the long overdue kiss and breathlessly pull back.

"Training's a lot more fun than I thought it'd be." You whisper and rest your head against his.

"We should do it again sometime." He returns.

"Is that a promise?"

He chuckles and brings music to your ears.

"It always has been, pretty lady."

And it always will be.

-

masterlist

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[aboysbestfriendishismum]

Chapter 58 - The deal, the name and the prince (Part Two)

In the previous chapter: Angie has a weird nightmare about her future, where she becomes the author of fantasy-themed chick-flick novels, and she’s awakened by a phone call by Eddie. He reminds her it’s finally Friday, that is the day they’ll finally tell their friends about their relationship. Ater disappearing for some time, to think about what Grace had told him, Stone shows up at her workplace to and they talk things out. Angie and Eddie kiss in he streets outside her condo and they believe Jeff, Mike and Dave, who were in the van waiting for them to go to the Ok Hotel for their show, saw them and now are surely talking about them. Once they get to the van though, they find out they’re discussing the latest episode of Twin Peaks.

***

Pink. They're turning pink. My purple highlights are slowly but inevitably waning into sad off-brand bubble-gum pink, whereas the blue dye is fading out completely to my old boring dark brown. I'm here, squatting over the toilet, examining the locks of hair falling in front of my face, lightedy by the buzzing light of the Ok Hotel's restroom. I flush the toilet and pull up my pants and then I can hear the sound of the club's music going up and down straight away, followed by chattering and laughing sounds of female voices. Somebody else got in so I'll just stay here some more. I don't know why but I don't like meeting other people when I get out of the bathroom, it makes me nervous. I have nothing against going to the bathroom in three, five, ten girls all together, but if I have to pee, I'm the one who always goes last and tells the others to go first and that she'll meet them later outside. I can't use this system with strangers, especially in public toilet rooms in clubs with never ending queues outside the door. What do I do then? Either I hold my pee or I give up, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl getting in after me, who surely doesn't give a damn about me and just wants to fuckin' pee. This time though, it's early, the show has yet to start and the restroom was empty, at least until these people got in. Who knows how many are they? From the voices they seem three, I won't have to wait for that long. I just hope none of them will start wondering why the door of my stall is locked.

“Have you already heard these Pearl Jam guys play?” my ears don't miss the question asked by one of them since I'm focusing on their conversation, until now only to understand when they'd leave, but now even more interested.

“Not yet, but Emma did, right?” another voice, a little higher-pitched than the previous one, replies.

“Yeah, and the singer is so fuckin' hot!” the third voice has a vague Boston accent, I can't decide if it's a real accent the girl's trying to hide or a fake one she's putting up on purpose, I don't know why. And the accent is the first thing that catches my attention, more than what she actually says.

“Well, you don't need to hear him sing to say that, you just need eyes to look” the first voice chuckles.

“Yeah, he looks fine if you just see him around but on a stage? He's much sexier. You'll see and you'll agree with me”

“He's not bad but I'm more oriented towards the bass player” voice number two chimes in again but her friends immediately drown it out.

“We know, we know!”

“You've been oriented like that since Green River, maybe it's time to change your orientation since you've been getting no chance in hell, what do you think?”

“He'll be single once again sooner or later, won't he? He won't marry Miss Perfection, I mean...” the harmless, and after all kind of flattering, nickname these chicks just gave my friend bothers me a little, unlike their appreciation of Eddie. Actually I'm almost... pleased? By what they say? Yes, pleased. Am I normal or what?

“Aim for the accessible single ones in the band, trust me” Emma-maybe-Boston tries to discourage her friend from her crush on Jeff.

“That is the guitar player only”

“Who? Stone? Hasn't he recovered from his fucked up relationship with Psycho Valerie yet? Or you mean the other one?”

“The other one. Stone has a girlfriend, he must have found a new trust in women”

“Or he's just keeping this girl at a safe distance from his guitars hehehe”

Ok who's Valerie? I must remember to ask Meg.

“So the only ones left are the lead guitar and the singer. You're taking the guitar player”

“The singer isn't single”

“Isn't he?” “Really?” the other two ask at the same time.

“No, he has a girlfriend back home waiting for him or who's about to come and move out here with him, it depends on how it goes with the band”

“Where is he from?”

“California, don't know where exactly”

“Los Angeles”

“Shut up. Do you believe someone who wants to make music for a living would leave LA, which is like the center of the world where everything happens, and come to fuckin' Seattle? I've heard he's from near San Francisco”

“NO, SAN DIEGO” in the heat of the moment I almost can't understand who the fourth voice belongs to, then here comes the realization: it's me, coming out of the stall, basically screaming.

“And you... how do you know? Who are you?” now that I look at the trio I see they're nothing like I imagined. Voice number one, who's sort of the gang leader to me, is as tall as me, skinny and all eyes, big beautiful green eyes, dark hair pulled up in a tight high ponytail, giant loop earrings. Boston girl looks like she just came out from an episode of Baywatch, blonde, blue eyes, body of a model squeezed in a black mini-dress. Jeff's fan with the high pitched voice is the tallest one, a swimmer's body with broad shoulders highlighted by a strapless tube top, dark eyes, hook nose that gives and exotic and charming air.

“I know because I know him” I shrug as I bend over the sink to wash my hands, focusing my whole attention on the fuckin' pink strands in my hair in the mirror.

“Wait... yeah, I think I saw you with Stone and Jeff's friend, the blond chick who works at Roxy's... how is she called?”

“Meg, she's my roommate” I answer to the boss looking at her through the mirror.

“Do you know Jeff? Does he still have a girlfriend?”

“Hehe yes, I'm sorry”

“See, I told you!”

“I'll fall back on the singer then, his girlfriend is in San Diego, it's an out-of-sight-out-of-mind situation, she'll never know”

“He's not with that girl anymore, they broke up when he moved here” I stop here before adding any more intimate and unrequested details, although I have a senseless and sudden will to give them all out to these girls.

“SEE? HE'S SINGLE THEN!”

“I knew that”

“Actually... he's dating another girl, a girl here in Seattle” and that would be me and it's like I'm desperate to tell them, but why? What's happening to me? Am I becoming jealous? I told Eddie his jealousy towards Jerry made no sense but at least that had some factual basis. After all Jerry's my ex, he came over looking for me and we spent some time alone in a small enclosed space. These are just some random girls who've only said Eddie's cute. Thanks a lot. He is. It's only natural they like him. Why am I talking then?

“And who's she?”

“Well, dating someone is not like putting a ring on their finger”

“What's his name anyway?”

“Yeah, right, what's his name?”

“Eddie”

“And what's Eddie like? I mean, as a guy, is he nice?”

“He's...” he's sweet, sexy, funny, shy, crazy, romantic, goofy, protective, quiet, clumsy, smart, passionate, practical, loyal, honest, reliable and other 800 adjectives more, which come to my mind and I keep to myself”... he's ok, he doesn't talk much, but he's cool”

“A hot guy who doesn't speak much: the perfect man” the blond girl states and all three of them laugh.

In the meantime I keep on washing my hands and if I go on like this I'll get webbed fingers soon. I turn off the tap and shake the water off my hands in the sink before heading up to the dryer hanging on the wall next to the door, feeling three pairs of eyes on me.

“Can you introduce us to him?” the beanpole asks me when I already have one hand on the door handle and I'm about to leave.

“Sure!” I smile at them and I'm still trying to decipher my behaviour when I get out of the bathroom, followed by the gang of three, and who do I find standing right there, one hand in his pocket and the other one holding a full glass?

“Hey, there you are finally! I was getting worried. Was there a queue?” he asks, noticing I'm not the only one coming out of the restroom. I walk up to him, my hands are still kind of wet so I rub them on the legs of my jeans, I'm conscious I have the trio's eyes still on me and then I do something honestly uncomprehensible: I throw my arms around Eddie's neck and kiss him like I had last kissed him last month and not twenty minutes ago, backstage, trying to get some kind of reaction out of Stone and Dave, who right at that moment were not looking at us though. What's wrong with me? Have I become a showoff?

“I was chatting with the girls” I back up from his lips, steal the beer from his hands and take a sip, then I turn around to face the trio of dropped jaws behind my back.

“He doesn't talk much but makes himself clear” the leader is the one who breaks the ice and makes her friends, and me I must admit, giggle.

“Very clear, I see” the tall girl adds.

“Haha come on, let's go. Bye Eddie, good luck with the show!” Boston vamp takes the other two by the hands and they all say bye and leave.

“Bye Eddie!”

“God, we made fuckin' fools of ourselves”

“Why? We said nothing bad after all”

“It was embarrassing though...”

I follow their conversation as long as I can and when the girls are out of my radar, I turn back around and find Eddie's perplexed eyes staring at me.

“Do you know them?”

“More or less. Come on, let's go, you're up next soon”

Eddie and I part ways after a kiss right in front of the stage, after we noticed Meg coming our way. Anyway when we end the kiss we see she's more focused on cursing against a guy, who's guilty of bumping into her and almost spilling his drink on her new t-shirt, rather than looking at us and noticing our public display of affection. Eddie shrugs, nods at Meg and goes backstage to get ready for the concert.

“You can stop pretending you know nothing about Eddie and I now”

“Really? Ok but that jerk really wasn't even looking where he was going!” she searches for the stranger in the crowd but he's already gone and disappeared.

“Yeah, we decided to tell everybody. I mean, to let people know. Stop hiding, you know”

“Uh! So is that why you're randomly making out all around the club?”

“Shut up!”

“Right, maybe you didn't stick your tongue into his throat right under the mixer station. And not even in front of the restrooms”

“Hahaha stop it! Anyway, ehm, it actually happened in front of the restrooms, also”

“HA!”

“Talking about that... I need counselling... with Dr Meg”

“Uhm”

“You know I don't like to take advantage of your psychology studies”

“Very poor studies”

“And of your great and not academic only enthusiasm for the subject but... I'm weird and I need you to tell me why I'm weird”

“Ok so, first of all thank you for your surely mistaken trust in me, because it must be huge if you think what I know is enough to solve the Angelina Pacifico's enigma”

“I'm being serious”

“And I'm also flattered, 'cause usually it's me intruding your private life trying to analyze you and make you reason BUT this time it's you asking me spontaneously. I feel tears coming out of my eyes”

“I acted strange earlier and I can't say why”

“Ok, shoot”

I ignore her sarcasm, even though I appreciate it, and tell her everything about the three girls I met at the bathroom, while she listens to me in unnatural silence. Unnatural both for her, 'cause honestly I don't think I've ever heard her keeping her mouth shut for so long, and for the place, a crowded bar full of people, voices and sounds, I mean, pure chaos.

“So? What's wrong with me? Am I jealous like Eddie? Is jealousy contagious? Or have I just become a bitch?”

“Is Eddie jealous?”

“Yep. Well, yeah, a little” I don't wanna talk about this right now, maybe next time.

“Healthy amount of jealousy”

“Healthy... I mean, what's healthy? Jealousy is not healthy, it's stupid. And it looks I'm getting stupid too”

“I don't completely agree with you about that. Anyway your scene has got nothing to do with jealousy, my dear”

“No?”

“OH no, that's not jealousy, I'll tell you what it is. It's three things”

“Three?”

“Number one: you're pedantic”

“Romantic?” I can't hear shit in the noisy crowd with the loud music on.

“I said PEDANTIC! You're pedantic, you can't help it. If someone says a wrong thing you gotta correct them, nothing can hold you back, not even your pathological shyness. Had it been a matter of jealousy, you'd have jumped out immediately, insulting them and telling those three to keep their hands off your man. Instead you just stayed there, locked inside that stinky stall listening to those girls drooling after your boyfriend until they've started churning out incorrect facts. That's when you lost it, you had to speak up and give them the truth”

“So I put myself at the center of the attention only to lecture them?”

“Not just that but also for that. In this you and Stone are the fuckin' same, let me tell you. You're scarily the same”

“Shut up, you give me the creeps!”

“Number two: you're seeking approval”

“Approval?”

“Everybody wants to be liked, but someone wants it more than others, especially those with a wobbly self-esteem”

“What's self-esteem?”

“If you were jealous, you'd describe those three like sluts or ugly monsters of both, but you didn't. It almost seems like you liked them”

“Because I did, I liked them”

“Exactly. Three nice funny girls who shared a common interest with you, without knowing. You told them you knew Eddie because deep inside you wanted them to accept you and approve you”

“Oh”

“Number three... well, number three is my favourite”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. Because, Angie, my friend, I'm glad to tell you that at the venerable age of 18”

“And a half”

“Eighteen and a half...” she corrects herself rolling her eyes “... after all this time, you finally learned one of the main concept of life, as well as one of the most pleasurable feelings”

“That is?”

“Hahahaha showing off, of course”

“Showing off? I've never shown off anything in my whole life!” maybe just a couple of seconds, that infamous unlucky night, with the waitress of Canlis restaurant, waiting for Jerry. And see what happened next.

“That's why I said it took you a few years to get cocky...”

“Getting cocky for what then?”

“Because Eddie's your boyfriend!”

“And what's with me? It's not like I did anything, it's not a merit, it's not something one merits and shows off like a medal!”

“That's what yo say but your subconscious thinks differently. Think about it, you found approval from your new friends and when you saw Eddie you could have just introduce them to him briefly and just leave with him, but you didn't. You aimed right at Vedder and kissed him right in front of them, knowing exactly you'd have made their jaw drop. And don't even try to tell me it just came out like that and you didn't think for a second about their reaction because I won't fuckin' believe you”

“Well, actually, ok, yeah, I thought of it, a little...”

“You're with the guy they all liked, that's the ultimate approval, almost a consacration”

“I show off for no valid reason, what have I become”

“Don't overreact now, please!”

“I'm a horrible person!”

“Angie-drama starting in 3, 2, 1...” Meg counts down with her fingers inches from ny nose.

“Can't you understand? It means I treated Eddie like an object, like a bargaining chip”

“You're with a cute guy and you rubbed it in those girls' faces a little, it's not like anyone died or something!”

“A trophy to nurture my self-confidence”

“You're making it worse and bigger than it actually is. That is, as you always do”

“A decent guy gives a fuck about me and my head gets big all of a sudden?”

“A decent guy gives a fuck about you, you're a couple and you don't have to hide for any reason. When was the last time it happened to you?”

“Err... quite some time?” a normal relationship? I'd say it's been years. Anyway, have I ever had a normal relationship at all?

“You're with the singer of a fucking cool band everybody's talking about in town, I'd scream it at the face of everyone I meet. Listen to me: aren't you proud of Eddie and what he's doing with the band?”

“Yeah”

“So you're proud and your showing, like you showed those three”

“Sucking face with Eddie right in front of them?”

“Exactly. By the way, considering you're sucking face with him in every corner of this place, they'd have seen you anyway sooner or later”

“Not necessarily, especially if they're as watchful as our friends, who haven't noticed yet”

“Or maybe they noticed but just want to be discreet”

“Discretion? Stone?”

“Well, thinking about it...”

“Talking about Stone; who's Valerie?”

“OH MY GOD, VALERIE?? WHERE IS SHE?!”

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“It's so weird to me that everybody hates the Kingdome. I mean, that's your stadium!” since I came here in Seattle I've never met a single sports fan who hasn't complained about the stadium or easily dismissed it as a simple location that's not so much loved by the citizens. Jerry is no exception, as we talk at the bar waiting for our drinks.

“It's not like we hate it, it's just it could be better, you know? Surely it doesn't suck as much for footbal as for baseball. Or maybe it's just a matter of different point of views: if the Mariners didn't play like shit, it would be the place of the heart, like Wrigley Field for Chicago hehe”

“Sacrilege! I've never been there yet, I gotta go and see” I playfully push him away and grab the glass the barman has just given to me. Cantrell does the same and says thanks with a nod since I buyed him the drink and keeps on talking.

“I walked into the field, actually I ran on it! Six years ago, no, seven, when the Seahawks beat Raiders 13 to 7 at the Wild Card Game and the supporters stormed the field at the end. The following week we'd fuck it all up and Miami would destroy us but in that moment we believed we could make it! Anyway the people is what makes the Kingdome good”

“The twelfth man, right?” I nod and as I look around I casually make eye contact with Angie, who's not so far.

“Yep, other than that and the adrenaline, the field itelf sucks, it seemed to walk on concrete covered with green carpet”

“Wrigley though, I'd sleep on that field...” I look the same direction as before but I can't see my girlfriend anymore “On the bleachers too”

“At the Kingdome you can sleep well too, the roof protects you when it rains. Some parts of it might break and fall onto your head but how bad can it be?” Jerry chuckles and sips his whiskey but he almost chokes on it, and I do too, when someone casually appears between us from out of nowhere and basically yells into our ears.

“HI GUYS! ARE YOU HAVING FUN??”

“Jesus! Hey Angie, uhm yeah, sure” Jerry gives her a perplexed look whereas I instinctively put my arm around her shoulders.

“WHY?”

“What do you mean why?”

“I mean, uhm, you know, what for? What are you talking about?”

“Baseball” I answer probably with star-shaped eyes, just like every time I think about my favourite sport.

“And football” Cantrell adds then drinks up his whiskey with one last sip.

“Sports uh? A typical conversation between male friends...”

“Not necessarily betwe-” I'm about to argue with the idea sport is an exclusively male interest when my colleague interrupts me.

“Now I think I gotta go and find Sean. I saw Layne with Demri before so I think they made up and he'll go to her place so I probably have to go home with my drummer. See ya!”

“See you!” I say bye as he leaves with his hands in his pockets and Angie does the same but in a louder voice.

“BYE! Ok, what's going on? What's wrong?” she addresses me right away with an extremely serious expression on her face.

“What's going on? Nothing's wrong”

“What were you talking about for real?”

“What do you mean? Sports, we told you”

“Sure. And I'm Doris Sams” she folds her arms and gives me a side look.

“Are you a secret baseball player as well by any chance?” I let go of her, I fold my arms too and look at her suspiciously.

“No”

“I can't believe it! We gotta go out and throw a ball sometimes”

“I can't play! But I know the game and I know a couple of history facts, I remind you my dad is a fan of basically all the sports”

“I don't know... you're very good at pretending not to be able to do things, aren't you?”

“And you and your friend are very good at pretending nothing's happening and changing the topic of the conversation at the right time, aren't you?”

“My friend?”

“Jerry... well, friend, sort of...”

“We were really talking about the Kingdome”

“Sure. And the debate was so animated you even shoved him”

“Haha I gave him a little nudge, as a joke”

“Oh you were just kidding, of course”

“Angie, I don't know what's going on in your head and I don't know what you saw but really, we were just making small talk”

“Small talk?”

“Yes”

“You and Jerry talk?”

“Yeah. As you know, human beings are social animals, they interact with each other and-”

“Cut the crap! You know what I mean...”

“It's not like we're best friends or something but we know each other so we happen to have a chat from time to time” I shrug and on one hand I find it funny that Angie came here running, fearing for an upcoming duel between me and her ex, on the other hand I think he'd actually deserve a couple of punches after all.

“And you didn't talk about anything else?”

“No, what would we talk about?”

“I don't know, maybe you told him something about the other night...”

“Why would I?” I thought Angie would tell me to fuck off after that fuckin' scene I made but we made up the next day instead, problem solved. Why would I rock the boat?

“Well, I don't know, maybe because you threw a fit at me!” she retorts and suddenly she almost looks disappointed.

“That's different, I'm with you, not with him...”

“Ok but you almost ate me alive on the phone. And with him? Nothing? He just gets away with it like that? A chat at the bar like two old friends?”

“Sorry Angie, I don't understand. One second ago you were all alarmed because you thought I had told him something and now you're offended because I didn't. Is it that I'm limited and I just don't get it or does it make like no fuckin' sense at all?”

She opens her mouth as if she's about to answer, then she shuts up and looks around like she's looking for the right words through the crowd. In the end she admits, almost mortified: “It doesn't make fuckin' sense at all, I don't even know what I mean honestly”

“Hey, it's alright, ok? Jerry and I are on normal decent terms as two colleagues. And who gives a fuck about Jerry anyway” I take her face between my hands so she's forced to look at me as I smile to reassure her and let her know she's getting worried for nothing.

“Ok. But how do you do it? I mean, like, when you talk about me”

“Easy: we don't talk about you. Do you want something to drink?” I answer straight, turn back towards the bar to get the bartender's attention and order another round for me only, since Angie shakes her head no.

“Ok, right, but what if it happens?”

“It doesn't happen. Not even coke? Or juice?”

“No, thanks. But how can you be sure? What if my names comes up during a conversation, what do you do?”

“We don't do anything because that can't be, Angie... Windbreaker?”

“Wrong answer. Anyway the fact it hasn't happened so far doesn't mean it can't happen in the future” Angie smiles at my casual attempt at guessing her second name but doesn't let go on the topi.

“I'm 100% sure it can't happen. Jerry and I don't talk about you, we just don't”

“Never?”

“Never. We have a deal” the last bit slips out of my mouth and I regret it one second later, as soon as I see Angie's face as she registers this piece of information.

“You have... WHAT??”

“We made a non-aggression agreement that satisfies both parties” ok, I'm not 100% satisfied, and Jerry neither for sure, but it's working now.

“You made a deal with Cantrell? About me? And when?” after every questions she takes a small break that lasts a couple of seconds, in which I shake my head yes. But the third question requires a more articulated answer.

“In San Diego” kind of articulated.

“SAN DIEGO? You told Jerry about us when I left?”

“Actually, before that...”

“BEFORE??”

“And it wasn't me telling him anyway, it was the other way round” Angie doesn't look convinced or maybe she's just confused. So I tell her about the little quarrel Jerry and I had at the Yates Club, about how Jerry had figured it all out and got mad at me for not telling him.

“Wait, correct me if I'm wrong: you mean he did everything he wanted when he was with me but he had the nerve to get angry because you hadn't let him know on advance that you were interested in his ex girlfriend? The ex girlfriend he treated like shit? Why would you show him this courtesy? And how did he understand we liked each other anyway?”

“Maybe he's a good observer.” or maybe I just suck at hiding what I feel but I don't say that because she sucks as much at understanding other people's feelings and I don't wanna hurt her “Anyway he was right to some extent, we were on tour together and from time to time he asked me about you and confided in me and I could have told him or just talk about something else. Instead I just stayed there listening to him. So I was kind of an asshole too”

“He confided with you?”

“Yes”

“And what did he say about me?”

“Why do you care? Is it important? And then, well, can't you imagine?” if I got so jealous the other night is also because I know he's still into her.

“No, but I'm curious to know: 1) how he's still alive, 2) how you held back throughout the tour”

“I don't know, maybe it's just because of a certain promise I made to a certain special person about not kicking the ass of a certain ex and keeping a certain secret and not starting any trouble in general”

“Wow, you're a man of his word then”

“I'm someone you can trust”

“Will you make a deal with me too then?”

“Sure, anything you want princess”

“The deal is... we won't talk about Jerry anymore”

“Uh”

“Like never, ok?”

“Well, I mean...”

“I won't mention him to you and you won't mention him to me. It's not like we can erase him from our lives, we simply won't actively have any more conversations about him, what do you think?”

“It's not that simple...”

“Well, if you can make an agreement with him, I can't see why you can't make the same kind of deal with me, since I'm also your girlfriend” she folds her arms once again and from the look she's giving me I know I won't get out of this alive if I don't accept this fuckin' agreement. The only thing I can do is trying to get the most out of it.

“In fact I can do it. I'm in...” I hold out my hand for her to shake it “on one condition”

“What is it?” she lets go of my hand and looks suspicious, I think she really don't know where I'm getting at.

“That you finally tell me your second name” she rolls her eyes and barely hides her smile, maybe she was expecting something worse.

“Ok, agreed” she shakes my hand again and I'm all ears.

“So?”

“You know I'm giving you the most powerful weapon, right? You'll make fun of me as long as I live for this”

“I bet it's a beautiful name, I can't wait to know, I'm super psyched”

“Just like my parents when they chose my second name, like I'm pretty sure they were literally under the influence of psychedelics when they decided to call me like that”

“Call you what?”

“Angelina... Something Wind Pacifico”

“But if you're a W. it can't be-”

“The other half of the word starts with a W too”

“Whirlwind!” I say straight off and for an immediate word association the lyrics of Like a hurricane by Neil Young start running in my head and I can already picture her as the perfect main character of that masterpiece of a song.

“No, it's all together but actually it would be a separated word”

“Oh” are you sure? Because that name was pretty perfect.

“It's an adjective” she points out while, in my daydream, I leave the hazy bar and close the door behind my back.

“Windy Wind?”

“Hahaha fuck you, Eddie!”

“Ok, I'm serious now. Warm wind?” I think about the warmth of her hugs and her presence in general but she shakes her head no.

“My mother was... is a fan of Nina Simone. So?”

“Uhm...”

“Maybe I can help you a little more if I tell you Station to station by David Bowie”

I mentally run through the album's tracklist until I get to maybe one of Bowie's best vocal performances ever, right at the end of the record.

Wild is the wind

“Angelina Wildwind Pacifico”

“Guilty as charged”

“It's fucking cool!”

“Ok but... wild wind? Me? Can you picture me with a name like that?” she blushes and shakes her head and hides her face behind her hands.

“Actually it suits you perfectly”

“Sure, it suits to the most boring and average person on the planet”

“No, it suits to the strongest and most unpredictable and most breathtakingly beautiful person in the world. At least, in the part of world that I know, which by the way is the only part I care about because you're there” Angie removes her hands from her face and looks straight into my eyes without opening her mouth and for a minute there I get the illusion I managed to leave her speechless or, at least, in the condition of being forced to take a fucking compliment for once.

“Hahaha well, it really is a shitty world!” she cracks up all of a sudden and hugs me, so tight.

“How fuckin' stupid are you from 0 to 10?” I hold tighter.

“I don't know but I'd say we have a deal now, right?” she looks up and gets free from my embrace just to stretch her hand towards me and seal this agreement for good.

“Right, deal done” I shake her hand, then pull her back to me to kiss her and seal this pact my way.

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Time to take a ride, time to take it in a midnight eye

And if you want to go, get on below

“Ok, where the hell are those two now? Dave and I have to unwrap our presents!” we all more or less managed to bunch up around a couple of tables at the Ok Hotel. I tap Krusen on the shoulder and he suddenly awakes. He zoned out completely when the Sonic Youth's song started. Or maybe when the whole evening started.

“I kind of saw them earlier at the bar” it's the drummer's wild guess and considering he basically spent the whole time at the bar, before and after the show, he could have seen Angie and Eddie any time. They could as well be in Mexico by now.

“They're not at the bar anymore, that's where we're coming from” McCready and Staley join us with two fresh beers in their hands, talking of people who should tone it down a little.

“Huh they must be tongue-kissing around here somewhere” Stone is sitting right in front of me, keeping one hand on Grace's shoulder and waving the other hand in the air while he speaks, as to brush it off like an unimportant thought.

“Who? Eddie and Smurfette?” Cornell Gazette from the other end of the table couldn't miss the breaking news and both Stone and Grace nod.

“They've been doing nothing else all night, they're on the edge of public indecency” Mike enriches the gossip story some more, followed by Ben and Kim, who put up a show and got us all bent in laughter.

“I've never seen anything like that”

“At some point we timed them”

“We were bored”

“Twelve minutes and a half of tongue”

“Contjnuous, uninterrupted tongue. I mean, with no breaks whatsoever”

“They looked like two fuckin' 14-year-olds”

“Well, Angie's still a teenager after all, it makes sense”

“Ok but what about Eddie? And how... just on a practical level, I mean, I don't get how they could fuckin' breathe through all that”

“They must have gills, fuck if I know”

“Hahahaha you're such assholes!” my girlfriend scolds us all but only slaps me on the nape.

“Well they're just making up for lost time and you're just jealous” Meg joins her in defending the two lovebirds.

“I get it but TWELVE MINUTES AND THIRTY SECONDS” Kim repeats punctuating every single word about the record timing.

“Jealous and peeping Toms!” Graces chimes in too.

“They were on top of the stairs, it was impossible not to see them” the guitarist shrugs and his bass player nods.

“From every view point and corner”

“Twelve minutes and a half on the stairs?” I playfully add fuel to the fire, the two musicians look at me and their arms flap out.

“Yes!”

“Then the record is that Angie didn't fall down the stairs on anybody, given her history” Chris snickers under his moustache.

“God you love that story so much!” Layne almost chokes on his beer then laughs at Cornell's face.

“Ok ok, anyway, you're shit guys, this all mess for some P.D.A.s? Just because they loosened up a bit, it doesn't mean they're living 24/7 connected at the mouth li- Oh wait, yeah, there they are, they're kissing next to the door” Meg abruptly interrupts her speech and it's kind of comic because we all turn around together at the exact same moment and among those in the back there's someone standing up, getting closer or stretching their neck to give a better look at the not-so-new couple. Even strangers passing by turn the same direction to see what the fuck we're looking at.

We don't know if it's been more than twelve minutes and a half since the beginning of their laters make out session, but those two break away from their kiss and Eddie looks right towards us. We turn the other way around and in a second we're back at talking, well, pretending to talk as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't caught us red handed. Out of the corner of my eye I see them coming over and I casually lift up my voice.

“Alright, I love Goo too, it's a hell of a record, it goes without saying. What I meant is that putting it on in a club and just playing it front to back for two or three times, letting it go, it just gives me a sense of... sloppiness? That's how you call it, right? I'm not saying you have to pay a dj or some fucking guy just to put records on and select music, but they could at least take some time to make a fuckin' mix tape or something and put that on, even on repeat, it doesn't seem so difficult to me. Oh hey guys, where have you been?” I address Stone and Dave first, who look at me weirdly, then to Andie and Eddie walking up to the table.

“Round here. Have you already opened your presents? There's mine left!” Angie rummages into her bag looking for something, then picks out a not so small package.

“Cool, a new brush set, thank you!” I cheer as I unwrap it.

“A little bird told me you needed new ones...” Angie looks up playing dumb, exactly like the bird I know very well who's standing beside her. These two fuckers belong together.

“Oh and this is mine” the little bird sticks his hands into his girl's bag and takes out another package, which turns out to be Subway art, a photobook about graffiti art I've been wanting to buy for ever.

I can say this was a lucky birthday for me, with strings, cords, tool kits, acryic paint set, a couple of gift cards for Easy Street Records, which I loved quite as much as the supermarket voucher Meg gave to me. All useful presents but I loved the (apparently) less useful ones too, like the Marshall jack rack key holder with four plug key chains: thanks to the Alice guys!

During the whole presents and wishes exchange, Eddie and Angie are sitting in a corner and basically being the special observed ones, since everybody watches them like you watch a documentary about animals during the mating season. The couple takes part to the conversation and just ignore the rest, yet they whisper something to each other from time to time.

“By the way, Angie's got something to tell you” Eddie comes out of nowhere with this, in a moment we were all silent, catching our breath after a joke by Stone, who suggested Touch me, I'm Dick as the title of the stand out song of our fake band in Cameron Crowe's movie. By the way, who knows if Chris has already wrote something for the songs of Cliff's solo demo? I gotta remember to ask him.

“What?” Meg asks first, since nobody's speaking, not even Angie, who first gave Eddie a nasty look, then turned pale as she looked at us one by one.

“Is it about the movie?” Layne asks.

“No, it's not about the movie”

“Are you quitting college?” Dave tries.

“No! Why should I?” Angie denies it firmly.

“Is it personal?” if I didn't know him, I'd say Stone is trying to put Angie at ease and help her spit it all out. But since I know him too well, I can say without a shadow of doubt he's just enjoying himself playing with the poor girl.

“Well, yeah, but... mmm... it's not just about me, you know”

“Who else then?” I inquire.

“Eddie” “Me” the two lovebirds reply at the same time.

“Oh fuck, are you pregnant?” McCready stands out as usual for his caution and sensitiveness.

“OH MY GOD, NO! WHAT THE HELL, MIKE?” Angie stands up in shock while Eddie simply laughs.

“So? What's the news?” Cornell is all ears and right now I'm picturing him armed with a pen and notepad as an old-time reporter.

“What Angie's trying to say is that-” Eddie wipes his eyes with he sleeve of his shirt and tries to give an answer but the girl is faster.

“We're together”

“...”

“Eddie and I, we're together”

“...”

“We've been for a while”

“Almost a month” he suggests to her in a low voice.

“Almost a month” she repeats and she looks into our eyes searching for something she can't find and apparently she's just concluded the best thing to do is to keep adding details or to repeat the same concept with different words until she'll find it. Or until any of us opens their mouth.

“...”

“Something more than three weeks”

“...”

“We're basically a couple”

“...”

“I mean, he's my boyfriend and I-”

“And she's my girlfriend” Eddie ended the sentence for her.

“Wow, what a coincidence!” Stone can't hold back and I hide my face between my hands not to show I'm laughing.

“What do you mean?”

“Ok. You're together... and?” Mike tries to investigate some more and if he asks her if she's pregnant once again I swear I'm gonna laugh so hard that I'll fall out of my fuckin' chair.

“And nothing, that's it” Angie replies and sits back down.

“And that'd be great news?” Kim asks keeping a straight face.

“Why? What's wrong with it? Is it because you think I'm too young for him? Look, I know, we know. We talked about it actually, I understand tha-” Angie's about to launch herself into a hornet's nest with no way out but her roommate stops her and we all finally crack up.

“Totally unmotivated Angie-drama in 3, 2, 1...”

We all, but Angie of course.

“Why are you laughing? Is ther something I don't know?”

“What you don't know is that now everybody knows that what you believed none of us knew was actually well known by everyone” Stone answers in his style and Mike's face tells me he didn't understand shit.

“Huh?” exactly.

“He means we're laughing because we already knew what the news were about” I explain and the lightbulb in his head lights up.

“Uh!”

“You saw us then, I mean, tonight? Because, well, you didn't say anything...”

“Who do you think we are? We're discreet people!” Cornell states and it almost looks like he believes it.

“We knew before tonight anyway” Ben adds without thinking.

“You knew before? How? MEG?? You told them, right??” Angie stands back up and roars against her friend.

“How could she tell if she didn't know?” Eddie asks puzzled his now official girlfriend.

“No! Right! She didn't know! But... I don't know, maybe she figured it out. DID YOU FIGURE IT OUT?”

“I figured it out” Meg confesses.

“THAT'S IT!”

“But I didn't tell anyone, I swear” she holds up her hands, Angie believes her and looks at us one by one, before aiming straight at her boyfriend.

“YOU TOLD THEM!”

“No, I can assure you I kept my mouth shut, as you asked me”

“How did you know then?”

“Stone told me” McCready's voice of innocence out of nowhere.

“Stone told me too, because I was there as well that night. And Dave too” I confess and the drummer nods.

“Stone told us too, but it was some other time, at least I think so” Chris looks at Kim and Ben who shake their heads yes.

“For obvious reasons, he told me too” Grace raises her hand and shyly admits.

“Jeff told me because Stone told him” Laura chimes in.

“Is there someone Stone didn't tell anything to?” Angie blurts out.

“Me! I figured it all out by myself! I'm a genius!” Layne raises his hand and waves it around, as happy as the winner of a tv quiz.

“And you, how did you know, genius?” Angie turns to Gossard snarling at him but he answers calmly.

“I believe I knew even before you that you'd end up together, Smurfette”

“What do you mean?”

“That you both suck at playing the oblivious lovers. You're made for each other” I translate it all in Jeff-language and everybody nods in agreement, Eddie included.

“Were we so obvious?”

“Noooo”

“Not that much”

“It's not that”

“It's just Stone's a very good observer”

“It's just Stone doesn't mind his own fuckin' business”

These are just some of the answers we give in no particular order just not to make her feel little Angie like shit.

“Come on, it was clear from the beginning they had a connection. Since the first time they met at the Off Ramp, I realized it at my own expense since I had bet on it, do you remember Mikey?” I like the fact that Stone, just like me, remembers old memories based on bets we placed.

“Right! I lost ten bucks too because I thought you wouldn't talk to each other, yet you got along immediately, it looked like you already knew each other”

“I'm gonna ignore the umpteenth bet you made over your friend's head but... actually we already knew each other somehow” Angie reveals and the alarm goes off in my head.

“WHAT? REALLY? HOW?”

“Jeff?” Stone calls me immediately as I keep on trying to disguise the truth clumsily.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW EACH OTHER? THAT'S SOME NEWS!”

“I had met him at Roxy's the previous night, he came over to eat”

“NEWS AS IN IT'S A NEW THING, A NEW FACT I'VE NEVER HEARD OF BEFORE”

“So you didn't know about it Jeff?” Stone doesn't let go and by now it's obvious I got caught, I'm fucked.

My shit show at least has one merit: the following little bickering between Stone, Mike and I about the twenty dollars, which they think I owe them back, moves the attention away from Angie. Now she's finally free from the awkwardness and can sit back and enjoy the show of our friends kicking my ass, holding hands with her new boyfriend.

[lvanter]

note: content??? from josie ??????? never heard of her

warning: swearing, some sexual ,, references,, sdgsjd (nothing bad i promise)

wc: 1.1k

watching you perform. skz

chan

chan my baby

you had told him about the performance but he hadn’t seen any of it and didn’t know what the concept was

so when you show up on the stage in some fucking silk shirt and glittery makeup he went :o

now,, chan has obviously seen you at different award shows—he's seen you all dressed up and pretty before but idk man your stylist just went fuck chan lives and made you look like a god

chan is sitting like :o before the music even started,,

when the music did start and he realized it was a sexy (sexier) remix of your most recent comeback he froze completely

congratulations, you broke him

he’s in awe

you look and sound amazing ;; he cannot look away from you

definitely gonna show you how much he loves you take that as you want *wink wink*

minho!!

mr minho pls return my calls you need to pay child support ,,, it’s me,, i’m the child you need to support

when you and minho started dating you made a pact sdfhdjsjsfg

basically it was just ‘show the other 10 seconds of your new song or performance’

the reason for the pact being you were each other’s biggest fans and wanted previews

you had shown minho the 10 seconds but nothing could prepare him for the entirety of the performance

he was blown away,, jaw down on the floor, eyes glued to you moving around gracefully on the stage

like he knew you were sexy ( ,, i hate the word sexy sdgshdjs) as fuck but holy shit you went off and minho didn’t know how to feel

on the outside he was sitting calmly, singing along and tapping his foot to the beat but on the inside,,,,, you best believe he was going “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

after the award show he found you and gave you a big smooch and maybe something else but i’m not gonna get about that

changbin

mr. seo, hello.

not saying he mouthed “what the fuck” when your performance began but he most definitely mouthed “what the fuck” (in a good way sdfgdhgh)

also not saying he got just a tiny bit turned on while watching you work you magic

ew i really typed thatdfhsbddjsj

changbin was just looking at you with heart eyes the entire time

when you showed up on the big screen he felt like his heart was gonna beat out of his chest because like !! that’s you!! his partner!!! you’re his!!! he’s yours!!! what a concept !!!!!!!!!!!!

you’re just fucking killing it on the stage and changbin is just aaaaaAAAAAAAAA

you best believe he’s gonna be talking about this for a loooooong time

he’s just so proud of you bc like youre really out there!!!! doing shit!!!!! and looking hella good while doing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hyunjin

fucking hwang hyunjin that demon

hyunjin is a dramatic boy

he is also your biggest fan and will fuking die if you do something

when i say something i mean anything at all,,,,, he’s just so in love with you and finds everything you do adorable (except when you come for his neck and do something seccy)

the first 30 seconds of your performance he’s just sat there like,,,, (♡o♡)

but then after he’s over his holy shit you’re performing he goes into Fan Mode,,,

which includes, but not limited to, screaming, crying, feeling like death, we’ve all been there

seriously,,, he so in love with the way you move on stage ,,,,and in general but especially on stage

you’re so elegant,and hot at the same time and hyunjin is losing his mind

jisung

okay han jisung i see u

jisung is your #1 hype man, has been since before you even started dating and he is Proud Of His Title

he hypes you up no matter what you do

you took a bath?? you wrote a song?? you learned something completely useless?? jisung is in the background with a sign that says THATS MY MF BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!! yelling loudly how proud he is

but ,, unfortunately,, he can’t do that doing a award show :(( chan told him no :(( so did his manager :(( :(( sad boi hours

but that didn’t mean he wasn’t screaming in his head but he was calm on the outside on singing along like any other idol would

he’s just !!!!!!!!!!!!aaaaaaAAAAAA YOURE DOING SO WELL!!!!!!!!!!THATS HIS MF BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

you best fucking believe you’re getting a bunch of kithes when he sees you backstage

felix

felix yes hello

felix b like Hello I Am Very Proud Of My MY Baby At All Times No Matter What Fucking Fight Me

he had seen the set list and knew you were gonna perform but HolY Shit he wasn’t ready

the fit! the vocals! the rap! the performance! his baby!!!

he went from (･□･) to (♡□♡) in less than 0.5 seconds

like okay He knew you were a fucking god but AAAAA you look so good!!!!!! what the fuck!!!!!!!!!

you did sosososososososo well and felix was sososososososososososososo proud

he’s trying to keep it lowkey but ultimately failing when you winked at the camera, he felt his soul leave his body

God (Name) Shut The Fuck Up I Have An Image!

seungmin

rapper!seungmin needs a comeback okay bye

seungmin. yes. king of looking at you like you’re a complete idiot while still loving the fuck out of you. yes.

you, obviously, told seungmin about the performance the second you knew it was happening

so he knew it was happening — he was prepared

of so he thought

he was not prepared. at all.

he malfunctioned. very much.

you! YOU!!!!! HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

jeongin waved his hand in front of seungmins face bc my boy was in a daze

he was soooooo focused on your movement, clapping hard when the performance was done

jeongin

jeongin stop growing juseyo

jeongin was REEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADY for your performance

he had been anticipating your performance the entire day,, and boy oh boy,, when it happened !!!!!!!!!!!!!

he was almost jumping up and down in his seat, but minho stopped him and held him down :(( minho u bitch

you always amaze him, even when you’re just breathing so when youre on stage,,, doing ur thing,,,,,,, he’s so fucjing in love with u oh my gOD

his mouth is slightly open and his eyes are glued to you, watching very , very , carefully so he can remember everything . e v e r y t h i n g

bruh when you get down from stage and meet him backstage be prepared bc hes not letting you go for the rest of the night

[yehet-me-up]

*busts through the door like I'm the Kool-Aid man* BONJOUR FUCKERS I'M BACK!!! It is I, the Theatrical Gay Anon™! I hope you're ready to endure my endless babbling for a bit cuz I've got lots to say holy shit. Consider this part 1 of like, 1000 cuz I think Tumblr got rid of the submissions feature. I apologize in advance for the spam hehe.

Okay, with that out of the way. Ms. Yehet-Me-Up, may I call you Sarah? Sarah, what the fuck!? I can't even rn. I I give you a simple suggestion, no expectations behind it. I say "Hey, don't you think it'd be cool if Zitao was in the Exodus Mall universe?" to which you said "Yeah, that'd be neat, I might do that. Perhaps make him work at an Irish pub or something" and then I flip out with gratitude and excitement thinking you're gonna do like, a DRABBLE. 500 words at MOST -Theatrical Gay Anon

Imagine my SHOCK, my STUPEFACTION, upon realizing that you wrote OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS about Huang Zitao aka the wind beneath my wings, the rain to my drought, the corny joke to my Junmyeon. And not only that! But you did this A MONTH AGO. I could've been reading this for so long and I had no idea! How foolish am I? I can't believe you wrote all of this based off of a silly little suggestion I made. I feel like bowing over how not worthy I am Wayne's World style -Theatrical Gay Anon

NOW IN REGARDS TO THE CONTENT OF THIS MASTERPIECE OH MY GOD WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN!? I am floored by your preeminence. First things first, the title? Perfect. Full disclosure, I suck at titles. I've been writing for over a decade now and I'm still shit with titles. It's so hard to come up with just a few words to encapsulate everything you wrote but you do it SO WELL. The moodboard? Amazing. I've always loved that picture of Zitao and it fits so well with the pub setting -Theatrical Gay Anon

I'm afraid you've written "Fractions of Tomorrow" so well that I don't see there being a need for anyone to write anything else...ever. Stories? CANCELED. Poetry? CANCELED. Biographies? CANCELED. It's all over folks. Sarah has written The Best Thing Ever. We've peaked as a society. After I finish writing these asks I'm gonna become a hermit in the woods and make friends with all of the woodland creatures that inhabit it. -Theatrical Gay Anon

But seriously though, I love absolutely everything about this story. As a Zitao fan, I'm used to getting breadcrumbs. Not a lot of ppl write fics about him. I can count on one hand how many long fics of his you can find on Tumblr. But THIS?? This was no breadcrumb, this was a whole fucking bakery. And it all appeals to me so much oh my god? The sappiness of it all, the flowery prose, the rebellious rejection of cynicism, it's all so beautiful I want to marry it. -Theatrical Gay Anon

If I discussed all of the sentences in this fic that made me giggle with joy and kick my feet around I'd be here all day so keep in mind this is just a FRACTION of the ones I loved but I couldn't go without mentioning at least some of them so here we go. "It’s not his first time here, but it’s his first time paying attention" SHUT UP this line is go good it's so simple yet so nuanced I adore it. Seriously, why hasn't anyone hired you to write a screenplay? -Theatrical Gay Anon

"He wonders if you ironed the collar of your shirt to be that precise or if you simply move through the world without acquiring any wrinkles" God, this line is so CUTE it's DISGUSTING he's fond of the reader's un-wrinkled clothes that's such a specific thing to like and is totally the type of thing I've done with the ppl I've crushed on throughout my life. -Theatrical Gay Anon

"‘Zitao,’ he says finally. ‘Cute.’ You say" this is such a little thing but I love that you included his full name in this. I love his full name so much it sounds really pretty. Whenever I hear him refer to himself as "Huang Zitao" in interviews my heart soars. Hearing him speak Mandarin in general is a delight as well. It's an audibly gorgeous language and any racist who says otherwise can EAT MY ENTIRE ASS -Theatrical Gay Anon

"For someone who’s been in love for as long as you can remember she fights awfully hard against Baekhyun’s romantic nature" DEAR GOD I LOVE THESE TWO! I love these movie loving lovesick fools. I love that everyone in the world knows they love each other except them. I love seeing bits and pieces of their story throughout this written universe. I can't wait to see it all come together in Baekhyun's Exodus Mall fic. It's gonna be GLORIOUS -Theatrical Gay Anon

Also! I know you enjoyed my song recs that I thought fit perfectly with All Our Broken Places so here are some for when the Baek x Hitchcock fic drops. I know it's not done yet but I just *know* what it's gonna be like I can feel it in my bones. "Sidekick" by Walk the Moon and "Tongue Tied" by Grouplove. As for Fractions of Tomorrow I knew right away what songs I'd pick. "Dreams" by The Cranberries, "Jumpstarted" by Jukebox the Ghost and "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey -Theatrical Gay Anon

Gosh, this fic filled me with so much energy and joy I feel like a toddler on caffeine. But I really should sleep now though. It's gotten so late that I can see the sunrise peaking up sdksdksl. I'll see ya soon! I will be spamming you with more compliments about this fic once I wake up though! - Theatrical Gay Anon

Hi! I'm back. Okay, now where was I? Oh yeah, I was talking about some of my favorite lines from the story. "‘Hey man, how’s it going?’ Baekhyun reaches out and does a complex handshake with the man before you. ‘Oh, you know. Just working at the salt mines,’ Tao says with a laugh." I LOVE that you made Baek the one Zitao was close with. I miss the beef brothers so much. I'll never forgive SM for what they did to OT12. They were all such good friends 😔 -Theatrical Gay Anon

"‘I’m not sure.’ For a flash Tao’s eyes linger on you once more. ‘I think it would depend on the person.’ And then the bastard goes and winks at you." GOD, HE WOULD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! HE'S SUCH A SHAMELESS FLIRT I HATE HIM *narrator voice* This was of course a huge a lie, he in fact loved Zitao immensely -Theatrical Gay Anon

"‘Sweetheart, I’m everyone’s type.’" You've captured Zitao's unlimited confidence so well and that makes me really happy. It's one of my favorite things about him. The man truly loves himself and I think that's awesome -Theatrical Gay Anon

"Tao looks at you through his lashes, bending close enough that you can feel his breath on your lips when he speaks. ‘Words are just the appetizer, darling. I prefer to have an entire feast.’ 'Any other questions or can I grab your orders?’" ASDKDSDSL SO YOU'RE JUST GONNA SAY THAT PANTY DROPPER LINE AND GO BACK TO BUSINESS AS USUAL ZITAO???? HUH??? IS THAT WHAT WE'RE GONNA DO??? -Theatrical Gay Anon

"‘Oh, nothing.’ He looks like the cat that caught the canary. ‘I just love being right.’" Something I love about EXO fic writers (myself included lol) is that despite all of the different ways they'll write the other members, there is one member who is always written the same and that's Baekhyun. He will always be written as a cheeky little shit cuz he *is* a cheeky little shit. That's just who he is. Messing with ppl is a favorite past time of his. -Theatrical Gay Anon

"'So, love, huh? There’s not some girlfriend or boyfriend of yours waiting for you at home?’" Thank you for not being heteronormative with the "are you dating someone?" convo. I know it might not seem like much but I really appreciate it. -Theatrical Gay Anon

"The beginning of love is always a lightning bolt. If that’s all it ever is you never have to deal with being knocked on your ass by the resulting thunderstorm" OOF, this one got me. So very true. The beginning of love is so scary! -Theatrical Gay Anon

"I could argue that anarchy still is love. Love of your beliefs and love of a person or a place or a thing so much that you’re willing to fight for it" OKAY BUT PASSIONATE LEATHER JACKET WEARING ANARCHIST ZITAO IN A ROCK BAND IS SUCH AN ATTRACTIVE CONCEPT!!! There's nothing sexier than a bad boi that will hate capitalism with you! He'd probably be the one to give ppl rides to protests and stuff I LOVE IT -Theatrical Gay Anon

"If we say love is a feeling, who’s to say that we aren’t in love? If we decide it’s an action then which one is it? A kiss or a commitment or - maybe it’s nothing more complicated than putting words to the way I feel when you look at me?" Listen I don't mean to be dramatic or anything (wait, who am I kidding? I'm literally the Theatrical Gay Anon being dramatic is like my Thing) but if a guy ever said that to me my trans boi pussy would be open for business IMMEDIATELY

Alright, so, uh Final Thoughts. This may be my new favorite work of yours, and no it's not just cuz it's got my ultimate bias in it lmao. This year has been so shitty and it's made my depression + anxiety reach the highest possible levels but reading this, this love story filled with hope and certainty despite not knowing what the future will hold for them, made this year seem easier to cope with. Thank you so much for making this, it means the world to me. -Theatrical Gay Anon

ALRIGHT, LAST ASK AND THEN I'LL SHUT UP I PROMISE but I personally headcanon that Double Shot + Zitao stayed together till the very end. They didn't get married cuz they hate formalities but they got matching tattoos and even when they're old and grey you can still them clear as day on their wrists. When they're asked how they met no one believes their answer lol. And when Double Shot died of old age before Zitao he would sing her favorite song by her grave every Saturday -Theatrical Gay Anon

OKAY SO I know I said I was done and I know I've already sent in like, 30 bajillion asks but I'm curious does Yifan or Luhan also work at the Irish pub?? Or do they work somewhere else in the mall? Inquiring minds want to know -Theatrical Gay Anon

When I tell you this made my entire month (when you sent it weeks ago, I’ve been hanging onto these because they seriously bring me SO much joy holy crap) I am not remotely kidding j;oaisjdflkasdjfa

I am absolutely going to put on these song recs while I work on the next chapter! 

a;osdfjlaksdfjasl the fact that you stayed up late to read this warms my heart so much. It reminds me of all the times I stayed up til the ass crack of dawn reading fanfics because I simply could NOT stop reading, so the fact that you enjoyed this like that makes me helllllaaaa emo 🥰

I just??? 2020 was indeed such a long year and affected my energy and creativity and honestly don’t really remember writing this hahaha. I kind of go into a fugue state with these longer fics and they just EMERGE. So to see you reflecting back some of what I wrote allows me to enjoy the process so much more. Makes writing and tumblr fun and I seriously wish everyone writing and creating could have someone as passionate and thoughtful and hilarious as you hyping them up 🌟 it honestly feels like a GIFT and I will absolutely keep writing this series and hoping to be worthy of it 😘

We will definitely get to see more of these two in the finale fic! I got into EXO after Tao, Yifan, and Luhan left so I’m not quite as familar with their personalities, but I could definitely see Yifan working at the US Bank haha. Business suit by day and partying/flirting by night. As for Luhan I feel like he’d work somewhere like the bookstore or the music store?? somewhere quieter and more contemplative. 

Thank you again for sending this and for being you <3 I hope 2021 is a wonderful year for you and that you know how AMAZING you are 💖💖💖💖💖

[fandom-will-be-my-fall]

Spill your heart out about Walter.

Okay so I basically got this question in what, January?? but I’m answering it now since I just rewatched the movie and have inspiration, sorry for the late reply Anon

Okay so, to start off this post with some keyboard smashing because that my primary go-to for expressing my emotions

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HANDSOME BOY. HANDSOME. ‘NUFF SAID.

I could legit stare all day at his beautiful face… look at him. Enchanting sky blue eyes… fluffy, wavy brown hair, cute round cheeks, lovely smile… those hidden freckles that you can hardly spot and only in certain screenshots but nevertheless they’re there to raise the cuteness factor… ALSO HIS LASHES. MAYBE IT’S NATURAL?? MAYBE IT’S MAYBELLINE?? WE SHALL NEVER KNOW

Here you may be able to spot the freckles if you squint hard enough. I have 77 screenshots but this is the best example I could find.

Secondly… well, he’s a sticc. A short sticc at that (though still slightly taller than me bc I’m smol), but a sticc regardless! And that seems to be the most attractive cartoon body type for me. Don’t judge me, I just have a thing for twinks, I’m… twinksexual or whatever.

Look at him! He would fit through my doorcrack.

(Maaaybe the reason for me liking sticcs so much is partially the fact that I like the idea of a boyfriend I can protect and support, physically and emotionally. I’m mad at the universe for not letting me scoop him up in my arms bridal style and smooch the HECK outta him.)

I’ve encountered a few posts that claimed he’s got cake but, come on. That concept has canonically been proven to be false, even by Lance. This man is flat and you can pry this opinion off my cold, dead hands.

Speaking of hands! I like his big ol hands. Nice shape. They look soft. I wanna hold them.

According to a DVD commentary, and the visual facts, he has no shoulders whatsoever. Back in Venice Killian was able to restrain him effortlessly with only one foot on his chest, even as he kept struggling ans squirming and generally put in as much effort as he possibly could. Before then, he claimed the database was the first thing he has ever caught in his life.

Conclusion, our boi’s very much NOT athletic. Which makes sense for a scientist, braining all day and stuff, and because he probably barely even eats, or sleeps which are by the way both pretty concerning implications but anyway.

STOP BEATING UP THIS POOR FRAGILE LAD FOR GOD’S SAKE. Makes me want to protect him even more. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but you get what I mean.

Now, on to the actual reason I’m so head over heels for him, a.k.a his personality.

He is one of the sweetest, kindest, purest boy characters I have ever seen in fiction, if not THE number one himself. (All my other cinnamon roll crushes are, or have been a villain at some point and WILL resort to violence if provoked.) Look at him, his pacifism… is unbreakable. He’s dead set on making the world a better place, by peaceful ways, and helping humanity. If that’s not a quality to be cherished then IDK what is.

And he’s just such a refreshing character. He likes pink, K-dramas, glitter, kittens, things that aren’t traditionally “masculine” (but is never made fun of those things in particular in the movie) and I love that. Nothing’s sexier than a man who’s, despite society’s shitty standards, openly and unashamedly himself!

His femininity is, if anything, just another turn-on. (This didn’t intend to sound sexual… but oh well.) I love his little hand gestures and mannerisms, dorky ramblings, the way he says “yep” popping the “p” at the end, all the small yet significant traits that were incorporated into his character. Bless you, SiD creators, bless you.

Have I said that he’s a genius?? Which is pretty obvious but c’mon, he graduated at 15!! He can modify human genes!! He successfully turned a man into a pigeon on the first try!! (The serum wasn’t the first prototype but we can assume he didn’t experiment on living humans with the previous ones.) And he’s still just 20!! Like what is that if not hella fucking impressive???!??

His inventions, to the untrained eye, may seem “stupid” or “childish” but alas! The observer couldn’t be more wrong! Because despite the odd designs and themes they’re all highly effective, as we have witnessed in the battle against Killian. And he is extremely creative for coming up with such ideas! Told you he’s brilliant!!

Which makes me all the sadder about how much they underappreciated him at the agency. In his words, nobody ever listened to him, or gave him a chance. They just left him and his “weird” ideas next to the men’s bathroom and called it a day. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they see the potential in his inventions? Oh well. Maybe I’m just being a smartass bc I have more knowledge, living outside that universe. But I’m totally right.

And I was honestly ready to throw hands with Lance for hurting the boi even further. (I’d stand no chance whatsoever, but still.)

Oh no baby please don’t cry.

He did cry in that scene though… you could see a tear rolling down his cheek and if it wasn’t for the machine beeping… He did have a pretty rough day afterall. But HEY, if we dwell on it too much the scene loses its comedic effect!! A guy gets sad over a stupid soap opera, har har har!! Now let’s move on, keep it fast and snappy for the kids, don’t let them overthink it!! Can’t have any emotional breakdowns onscreen. Keep it lighthearted y’know. Then let’s kill a random side character and have our dear protagonist almost die twice.

(Well jokes on you Blue Sky! I’m no kid, but a devoted fangirl who can and will overthink any material of my fictional faves at any given opportunity.)

You know what else I love about him though?? His love for animals!! And pigeons, especially Lovey!! He loves her so much, gives her gluten free breadcrumbs, nuzzles her, the first thing he does when he finds out Lance can talk to the pigeons is ask if she loves him too!! Like… That’s so pure and wholesome.

This here. THIS RIGHT HERE. BROTP forever.

(Not gonna lie, I used to be crazy for pigeons for like, an entire year or something. Not as in looking up all the facts there are about pigeons as I do nowadays with cartoons, but I’d feed them regularly and write my little observations on their behaviors. Did you know they sometimes scratch their neck with their leggies like dogs do?)

I think I’ve summed up mostly everything I love about this nerd. Oh wait, almost forgot the sass!! I love how sassy and smug he can be sometimes, in like, a really harmless way but it’s still a very nice characteristic.

Since I’ve ran out of coherent things to say, here’s an incomplete list of things I want to do to Walter Beckett. Put at the end of this post so those of you who were only here for the analysis part and not the selfshippy gushing don’t have to read further:

kiss he

like seriously

just kiss he a whole lot

cover his whole face in kisses

one kiss for each of his freckles. a finishing kiss onto the tip of his nose. then repeat the cycle

hug him. hug him like the world is ending. hug him so tight he can barely breathe

then ofc let go and apologize bc I would never hurt him on purpose

cuddle him

hold him close, let him lay his head on my chest

run my fingers through his hair

listen to his breathing

discover that he’s fallen asleep on me and smile fondly, then soon drift off to sleep myself so we can wake up entangled in eachother the next morning

fuck he

pin him to a wall and snog he

make him go cherry red

fluster he

compliment him. praise him. appreciate him. he’s a prince, a hero, an angel, a wonderful human being and he needs to know this

feed pigeons together

listen to his scientific ramblings and bird facts

write him love letters and give them to him. maybe read it aloud myself if I’m feeling brave so I can see his reaction in real time

serenade he

be the love of his life, and have him be mine

just… soft things, man

cook something for this malnourished sticc

make him small handmade gifts

they’re nothing like his gadgets but I tried

draw he

have him be my muse in general

not like he isn’t now but it would be lovely if he was real too

carry him bridal style

be the feral cryptid that lurks in his house when he isn’t around

sing along to cheesy pop-song together really badly

watch cheesy rom coms

flirt with eachother clumsily until we’re both laughing at our awkwardness

or, alternatively, shower him with compliments until he literally cannot handle it

have sleepovers together

give him hand kisses

be of emotional support

[marinaaniseed]

Hotwax

Song: Hotwax from the album Odelay by Beck.

Summary: Scott's’ pleasantly surprised to see you at Tony’s costume party.

Pairing: Female reader x Scott Lang

Length: 1,499 words

A/N: Drink, drugs, bit o’ smut. This one went a bit weird. See here for what this is all about.

***

For some reason, Tony decided to throw a costume party where everybody dressed up as another hero.

Sam’s in a red wig, pretending to be Nat. Nat’s wandering around, wielding a toy Mjölnir. Thor convinced Tony to build him a suit, although Tony refused to put any fancy gadgets in it, because he doesn’t want to be responsible for that, not after the last party.

Scott had gone into full fanboy mode when he’d gotten the invite, which is why he’s spending Saturday night in the captain's clothes.

It’s his only chance to be Captain America, he wasn’t going to pass that up. He wishes he’d thought it through though. Cap’s a lot bigger than him, so the sleeves keep flopping down over his hands, the crotch of the suit is by his knees, and he’s had to roll up the bottoms of the trousers so that he doesn’t walk on them.

Plus, the shield is a lot heavier than he was expecting. Still, it was nice of Cap to lend him his stuff, even if Scott now feels very silly sitting in the kitchen watching everyone milling about around him. Perching on a bar stool where he could still reach drinks was definitely the best plan.

He knows he’s drinking too much, too quickly, but it’s just nerves. He doesn’t know anyone particularly well, and it’s even more confusing now that everyone is dressed as each other. Some of the costumes are better than others and he has to do a double take occasionally just to make sure exactly who it is who’s come over to the bar.

Clint - also dressed as Nat, but fully made up and squeezed into her tac suit with the zipper pulled down, at Nat’s own insistence really confused Scott.

Not that he should be surprised. Of course Nat would help her best friend do a good job of impersonating her.

“Wanna smoke some grass?” Clint had offered, and it’s only his voice that made Scott realise it’s not the real Nat.

“No, I’m good thanks,” he notes, not wanting to get up and shuffle awkwardly around in Cap’s clothes.

“You don’t have to behave like Cap, just because you’re dressed like him,” Clint teases. “Are you sure you’re good?”

Scott just gives him a goofy grin and a thumbs up. Getting a little stoned would probably be good for him right now, but he doesn’t want to explain his costume problems.

Tony gets the karaoke machine set up, and Scott swivels round to watch as T’Challa takes the mic to kick things off with a Beck number. He’d told Scott earlier how much he’s enjoying American music now that he’s been spending time at the Wakandan outreach centre in Oakland. They’d made vague plans for Scott to visit the centre at some point, given how close it was to him. But the amount T’Challa is enjoying singing along to his new favourite, Beck, is nowhere near as much as Sam is enjoying the fact that T’Challa chose to come to the party dressed as him.

“An actual king dressed as me, so clearly I’m better than all of y’all,” Sam calls out when T’Challa’s finished.

“Hey, there’s a god dressed as me,” Tony argues, getting up to take the mic from T’Challa. Tony’s also dressed as Cap, except his costume was made to fit, making Scott groan a little and reach for another bottle.

He almost spills it down him when Pepper taps him on the shoulder. He swivels round to face her, almost choking on his drink when he sees who’s next to her.

“Scott, I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of Stark Industries. This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Scott,” she says before leaving the two of you alone.

It’s not just that you’re stunning and sexy that has Scott coughing violently, it’s your costume.

“Y-you-you’re me,” he eventually splutters. You’re the only Antman he’s seen at the whole party, and in all honesty, he wasn’t expecting to see any.

“Yeah, I wanted to dress as my favourite,” you explain shyly.

“Me too,” Scott enthuses, before fully processing what you’ve said. “Wait. I’m your favourite?”

“Of course! I mean, the hacking thing was super cool. That’s my area of expertise, actually. I’m here as an ethical hacker to test any weaknesses in the Stark systems. And you explore the quantum realm, which sounds really interesting. And,” you lean in to whisper in Scott’s ear, “you’re definitely the most attractive.”

Scott’s face is blushing so hard, it’s definitely putting the red into red, white and blue. How could you think he was the most attractive when there’s a literal god in the room?

“I should get going,” you say, pulling away, worried that you’ve made things awkward.

“No, wait,” Scott says, grabbing your wrist. “I’m just shocked and flattered. There are so many cooler, sexier people here, and you think I’m the best?”

You nod, chewing your lip.

“Well, I think you’re the best. Apart from Cap. But he dressed as Thor, and you dressed as me, so that makes you better than him, in turns of costumes, and I’m just going to stop talking.”

Scott wishes he could talk to you without seeming like a gibbering idiot, but you stand there smiling at him.

“Just a question,” you say, “but couldn’t you grow a little so that Cap’s suit fit you better?”

“I honestly didn’t think to wear my suit underneath,” Scott admits. That would’ve been a good idea though.

“We could go back to your room and get it?” you suggest, a glint of mischief in your eyes. “Or just go back to your room?”

It’s worth a shot. You can see by how he’s reacting to you that he’s interested as well, and who knows when he’ll be in New York next.

Scott’s lost for words. He can’t believe that you’re propositioning him. Slipping down from the stool, he shyly offers his hand to you, even though it’s covered by the sleeve of Cap’s suit. Relief washes through him when you slip your hand into his, letting him lead the way to his room.

“An excellent union, Man of Ants,” Thor booms across the party as you’re about to leave.

Scott tries to hurry out of the door, to get away from all the shouting and cheering, succeeding in tripping over the bottoms of Cap’s trousers and falling flat on his face.

“Are you ok?” you ask, helping him up.

“Face is a little sore, think my pride is more damaged though,” Scott admits, utterly embarrassed.

“Here, let me kiss it better,” you reply, moving Scott back against the wall, kissing his lips eagerly and reaching a hand up to run through his hair.

“Good god,” he gasps when you pull away. He’s never been kissed quite like that before, with a gentle enthusiasm that leaves him groaning for more. He hitches the trousers up to his thighs, taking your hand again and almost dragging you to his room. It feels like the longest walk of his life, even though it’s only five minutes.

The two of you lurch through the door, slamming it shut behind you. There’s a race to get out of your respective costumes before Scott stops abruptly, suddenly self-conscious in his underwear.

“Are you sure? I mean it’s not too late to go back to the party?” he asks, wrapping an arm around himself.

“Absolutely sure,” you answer with a smile, and it’s the most beautiful thing, apart from Cassie, that he’s ever seen.

Scott exhales shakily as you sink to your knees in front of him, soft carpet against your bare skin.

“May I?” you ask as your fingers reach out for the waistband of his underwear.

“Y-yeah.”

He’s already half-hard and the way you’re licking up and down his shaft, lapping around his sensitive head has his legs shaking violently.

“Sit down, Scott, before you fall down,” you say with a smile, and he shuffles backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed frame and he falls backwards with a small cry.

You climb on top of him, leaning down so that your breath is tickling his ear.

“Would you like me like this?” you whisper.

“Oh my god, yes,” Scott huffs out, hardly able to believe his luck.

You get back up and find your handbag, discarded in the pile of clothes. You rummage through until you find your purse, with the condom you keep just in case.

Scott’s glad you thought of that, because he didn’t want to have to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y. where to find one.

Opening the packet, you roll it down onto Scott’s erection. For a miniature sized hero, there’s nothing miniature about this part of him.

Easing down onto him, Scott begins to thrust up into you. He hopes to be invited to a lot more of Stark’s parties if you’ll be at them too.

[gingerwritess]

I’m absolutely in love with your blog!! Everything you write makes me smile. Also, quick question, how do you think Loki would react to his significant other having a celebrity crush?

sorry i was listening to hozier and well that man has some sexy vocal cords amiright

enjoy a super quick jealous!loki fic biscuit

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“Okay, but Loki. Just listen to his voice, holy shit.”

You put your earbuds in Loki’s ears as he glares straight ahead, pressing a quick kiss to his frowning lips. “This one’s called Cherry Wine, and I always think of you when I hear it for some reason.”

“Hmph.”

Unbelievable. You didn’t even say you liked the artist himself, you only said that you like Hozier’s music, and Loki went spiraling down into a full-blown temper tantrum before you could stop him.

He crosses his arms tighter over his chest and shrugs a few seconds into the song, looking completely unimpressed. “There’s nothing even remotely attractive about him,” he scoffs, tossing his hair indignantly—what a diva.

“Excuse me?” You give a disbelieving laugh, scrolling through another Hozier playlist. “I swear he stole my heart just with his songs, and then I saw his face. Here, listen to this one.”

“Oh, please. Some dirty Midgardian scum is the one who ‘stole your heart?’ Tell me, darling, what do I hold then?” He puts a sarcastic hand to his heart. “Your empty chest cavity? Perhaps if I stand on a hill surrounded by a flock of sheep and wail at the top of my lungs, too, I can someday win you back—”

“Oh my god, Loki, are you jealous?”

His words immediately falter, a dead giveaway. “Absolutely not. Why would I be jealous of this…this woodsman?”

“Oh, bull shit. You’re cute when you try to lie to me.” You can’t help but laugh and you poke him the side—this is ridiculous. “Come on, sunshine, listen to Movement and tell me that’s not one of the sexiest, darkest, hottest songs you’ve ever heard.”

“It’s not.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You shake your head, scooting closer to Loki and leaning your head on his shoulder. “C’mon, why are you jealous? You know I love you.”

“Oh, do you now?” He laughs bitterly. “Should I learn to play the guitar, is that how I’ll win back your affection?”

“Yeah, that’s definitely all it takes. Step up your game, sunshine.”

“You have terrible taste, too,” Loki huffs and points at your phone where you’ve got a picture of Hozier searched. “This man is nowhere near attractive.”

“Actually…” you hold up the picture to Loki’s pouting face. “I think he kinda looks like you.”

His jaw drops. “How dare y—no! Oh, that’s offensive. What, is it the hair?”

Biting your lip, you hesitantly nod your head yes. “It’s cute though! Kinda rugged and earthy, like—

He flops back on the couch with a defeated sigh. “I’ve been reduced to rugged. Here, is this better?”

Oh gosh. When you look up from your phone and see Loki, he’s running his hands through his hair—short hair. His long locks have been chopped off, leaving him with a short, combed hairstyle, curls falling across his forehead, and he shakes his head to ruffle the curls, enjoying the feeling of having a bare neck.

“Holy shit.”

He pauses and looks at you, his scowl turning up into a smirk when he sees your jaw has fallen to the floor—you’re practically drooling.

“See something you like, hm?” He snickers and runs a hand through his hair, turning this way and that so you can get a good look at his new hairstyle. “I look nothing like that Hozier fool, and you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

“You—you’re hot.”

“Hotter than…Hozier?” He puts a hand on your chest and lightly pushes you so you fall back onto the couch with a squeak, immediately crawling to hover over you teasingly close to your face.

“Well…” you hesitate, reaching up to run a hand through Loki’s new hair—fuck, it’s so soft. “It’s not that I think he’s hot, he just has a really fucking sexy voice.”

“But you said I have a sexy voice!” Loki pouts, sitting back up and throwing his hands in the air. “Do you want me to sing to you? Read to you? What?”

“And you said you weren’t jealous, hah.” You sit up with a smug grin and scoot closer to him, leaning forward with your hands on his thigh. “You do have a sexy voice,” you whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry. Easily the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. Way sexier than Hozier…”

His face lights up and he quickly tries to hide it. “You’re lying, just trying to make me feel better.”

“You’re the god of lies, dude, am I lying?”

“…no.”

There’s no denying how pleased with himself he sounds.

You run a hand through his weirdly, adorably short curls, coming to run your hands up and down the back of his neck—it feels so weird, so different to not have his long hair covering most of his neck.

“You’re gonna bring your hair back, right?”

Loki glances up to try and see his hair, giving his head a good shake. “Depends. Are you going to compare me to that singing leprechaun if I do?”

“I won’t compare you, fine.” You roll your eyes with a nod. “But I’m not gonna stop listening to his music, that shit’s good.”

He doesn’t seem too thrilled by that notion…but he sighs and poof, his hair is falling over his shoulders once again—yay!

“Of course, I’m not going to tell you to stop,” he says, giving you a small smile. “I trust you.”

“Good,” you murmur and clamber to straddle his lap, raking your fingers through his long hair so his head falls limply back under your touch. “I love you, idiot.”

“Idiot. How touching.”

Fisting your hand lightly in his hair, you take his face in the other and dip your head down to place a gentle, promising kiss on his lips—you’re all his.

“But honestly,” you add quietly when you pull away for a breath, “I wouldn’t mind being serenaded.”

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[ringobean]

RINGO IMAGINES ONE SHOT:

RingoXfemReader.

Santa Bring me

Ringo!!!

It's December 24th, and I'm already late for my parents' traditional family Christmas meal! I feel that I'll still have to justify myself on my single life, they tried to put me in with all the possible young men around them, but none of them attracted me, my friends also tried to present guys, I signed up on dating websites, went to speed dating, but impossible to have a crush, I already had boyfriends but I never really managed to hang on.

In reality my heart is already taken since I was very little, I know you'll say like my family and my friends that I'm pathetic, but yes, I'm madly in love with Ringo Starr, yes yes, I speak of this Ringo Starr , the famous beatles drummer who's now 80 years old. He's my soulmate even if he don't know me! My family and friends keep laughing at me, but they can't understand... Each time they ask me ridiculous questions, like:

"Do you know that he's almost 80 years old now? Would you see yourself sleeping with an old man of that age?"

"oh, really? What a scoop I thought he still had 30 ... And yes, I can see myself sleeping with this old 80 year old man, he's even sexier and hotter than guys of my age."

"Why don't you go out with this guy who plays Howard Wolowitz in big bang theory? It's exactly the same!"

"it's a joke? No, nothing to do between him and my magnificent Ringo except the mop top and the eye colour, there is no resemblance ... My Ringo is more beautiful, charming, magnificent, sexy, hot .... "

And the list is never too long enough to describe him.

I arrive at my parents' place, the table is beautifully decorated, with beautiful dishes, it smells very good, we're gonna have a feast again, and eat to excess, and I'll have to spend my days at the gym to eliminate all the pounds caught with this food!

Now that we're no longer children, and that we no longer live with our parents, we give ourselves Christmas gifts before the meal, instead of the next morning, I bought some superb earrings, and a designer bag for my mother, and my father a nice watch, and a collector's book about "the who" as I know he's a big fan, and gifts for my brothers and sisters and their children, and i received my perfume that I love, beauty products, jewelry, a voucher for a relaxing massage in a spa, and the best gift of all, two places for Paul McCartney in gold square, the best seats in the concert hall, I jump from joy to happiness.

The meal is going well, we laugh, we joke, everything is very good, it was without counting my idiot brother who asked me the fateful question:

"So, still no boyfriend?"

I roll my eyes, and it was enough to launch my mother on the subject.

"really (y / n) it's not serious at your age to fantasize about an old guy, you should consider therapy, and see a good psychologist!"

"why a psychologist? I'm fine, have you seen a psychologist, when you were fan of Paul? Until now: oh what a handsome man!"

My father laughed, and she blushed.

"yes, but I was young and I still found a husband at least ... while you ..."

"Mom, please, I'll find, when I find! Can we talk about something else, please?"

"I'm worried about you, that's all, we're in 2019, not in the 60's you have to live with your time"

"oh well yes that's the real problem actually! I wasn't born at the right time"

"Because you think he would have spotted you among the crowd of hysterical girls?"

They all laughed looking  at me!

"why not! it's not impossible"

They laughed again!When I told you they didn't understand anything!

The meal resumed its course, and it was time to go home, I said goodbye to my parents:

"will you be with your friends for the new year?"

"I think yes"

"So see you in the next decade, in 2020, hoping that you'll present your fiancé to us this time"

"yes, yeah, see you in 2020, i'll call you"

I came home to my little apartment, it wasn't very big, but it was very comfortable and decorated as I liked, even if I was no longer a child and I lived alone, I always loved the magic of Christmas and I bought my Christmas tree that I decorated! I went to bed, exhausted from this overly generous meal! I was sad because Santa Claus had forgotten me again this year, I started listening to the song "santa bring me Ringo" and I started to sing the lyrics "i wanna hold his hand ..."

and I fell asleep before I even finished listening to the song.

The next morning, I woke up quietly going into the living room, there was a huge gift package even taller than me, with small holes on the sides, next to the Christmas tree.

"uh what is this thing, and who came home while I was sleeping"

I saw a letter at the bottom of the package.

"As you were a nice girl this year, here is the gift that you asked me for so long, I took a long time to bring it to you, but it's perfect!

Signed... S.C "

SC .. but who is this SC and what's this package?  I try to look in the holes to see if I see something and nothing it's too dark to see what is hidden in this huge package, then i open it and there... I really thought I was going to pass out or have a heart attack ...

Ringo in the flesh, in his sexy swimsuit from Miami in 1964, you know what I'm talking about for the fan girls who read me ... yes yes, that swimsuit,  I'm gonna describe him to you so that you have the image in mind, these little blue swimming short matching with his big beautiful ocean blue eyes, revealing magnificent toned tanned thighs, sweet little round bum, a small open white bathing shirt on his glabrous tanned chest, arms slightly muscular, and his hair ... fluffy and sticks out from the nape of his neck, slightly brightened by the sun, his beautiful luscious lips, and that perfect aquiline nose ...

I stood there before him speechless without being able to get a word out of my mouth! He gave me a big smile and said to me!

"Hello, I'm your Christmas present"

"er, no it's not possible I dream, who made this joke for me? And who hired such a perfect look-alike!"

He looked at me astonished, blinking his big blue eyes.

"I'm not a look-alike, I am a limited edition, only created for you"

"But it's not possible, you're an old man now, how can you be this .. this ... this oh my god, I don't have enough words to describe what I am seeing right now .. "

It was December, and it was hotter than August in my living room all of a sudden! I was fanning myself with the SC letter .. Ah but yes, S.C is Santa Claus ... Oh my God, all these years that every Christmas, I ask him to bring me Ringo ... and finally he brought me my present!

"So, I'm not dreaming, you're really there and you're not going to disappear?"

I squeezed slightly his arm, to make sure I didn't dream.

"yes, I'm real and I'll not disappear, I'm your gift..."

"And what am I going to say to people, nobody will believe me when they see you with me"

"you'll just have to invent a name for me, and say that I'm a perfect look-alike"

"oh yeah really perfect, you're more than perfect, yes, it's a good idea, even if I have no idea what I'm going to call you ..." Richie Parkin " (or the name you want) you like it?

He smiles at me and tells me

"if you like it, it's fine for me, I'm your gift, so you can do what you want with me ..."

"really all I want?"

"yes, by the way, you don't want to enjoy your gift now?"

"oh yeah, I'm gonna really enjoy it"

He picked me up bridal-style to carry me to my bed...

Well, I'm not gonna describe what happened next, too much adult content, I can just tell you that the package in the little blue shorts was as huge as in my imagination, and that he made me scream so much, that Santa Claus must have heard me thank him in the depths of the North Pole.

Long live the magic and miracles of Christmas.

Merry Christmas to everyone!

[the-real-anywolf]

Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Not So Silent Night

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, First Kiss, Mutual Masturbation, sweet music, Hopefully the Christians Don’t See What a Song About Baby Jesus Led to Here, Actually That’s Not True, Hopefully They Do, Sorry Not Sorry, Moans Are Music, fight me

Summary: Dean is woken up in the middle of the night by a certain angel singing Christmas carols outside his bedroom door. He’s none too pleased at first, but they’re soon making sweet music of a different kind.

Written by: @punk-is-notdead​ (tfw_cas)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21725776

Day 9: Not So Silent Night

♩  Silent night… ♩

What the fuck? Dean thought as he was jolted out of his sleep.

♩  Holy night… ♩

Oh, hell no. Dean groaned as he pulled his pillow over his head.

♩  All is calm, all is bright… ♩

Dean dragged himself out of bed and trudged over to the door, scowling as he opened it.

♩  Round yon v - ♩

“What the hell are you doing Cas? Why are you singing outside my door at three in the morning? It’s Christmas Day, supposed to be quiet as a mouse,” Dean yawned.

Cas stopped singing, and smiled sweetly. “It’s ‘Silent Night’, Dean.”

“No, Cas, that’s not…” Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed hold of Cas’s tie and yanked him forward into the room. “You’re gonna wake up Sam.”

Cas frowned as Dean closed the door behind them. “I thought you’d like the surprise. You said you felt like getting into the Christmas spirit.”

Cas was right; Dean had said that, but he was being sarcastic. He’d spotted a particularly hideous Christmas sweater in the store, and was trying to get Sam to buy it. But… of course Cas hadn’t understood the finer points of his sarcasm.

Stupid literal angel.

“Well yeah, but since when did that mean you singing me Christmas carols in the middle of the night?”

“Oh, I think I misunderstood. I thought I heard you singing in the night once… maybe twice, and it seemed to make you happy.”

Oh, jesus… fuck. Cas had heard Dean jacking off? Dean could feel heat rushing to his cheeks as he tried to think of an excuse, but he came up with nothing.

The silence stretched out between them, and Dean became more uncomfortable by the second. He suddenly wished that Cas would start singing again, or say something.

Dean shuffled his feet awkwardly, and he saw the realisation on Cas’s face when he figured out what he'd actually heard. Cas’s eye twitched, and he tilted his head and raised his eyebrow in that way of his.

“Oh, you… you were…” Cas said, suddenly stumbling over his words.

“Yes, I was having a little private time,” Dean admitted, not looking at Cas.

“I see.” Cas’s fingers twitched as he fumbled with his tie. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Depends on the question.” Dean just knew it was going to be embarrassing as fuck.

“What do you think of when you… you…”

Oh no, this wasn’t embarrassing at all. At that moment Dean wished a hole would open up and swallow him, but sadly it didn’t. Where was an apocalypse when you needed one?

What should he do? Tell Cas that wasn’t the kind of question you asked your best friend, say it was none of his damn business? Lie? Tell the truth? Oh man… the truth was a little too much to admit to, wasn’t it?

“Cas, that question’s kinda personal, you know?” Dean said, hoping that would stop Cas from asking any more on the subject.

“Oh.” Cas looked disappointed, but apparently he wasn’t deterred. “You did say I could ask you anything. Teachable moments?”

“Yes, but… that isn’t what I meant. I mean, it is what I meant, but…”

Godfuckingdammit, could this get any more awkward?

“So…” Cas started, staring into Dean’s eyes as if they held the secrets of the universe.

Dean swallowed thickly, and dropped his gaze to the floor. “People. I think about people.” Hopefully that would be enough for Cas to drop the subject.

“People.” Cas repeated. “Particular people, or… people in general?”

Dear god, he’s not giving up, Dean thought as he lifted his gaze back up to Cas again. Cas was boring holes into him with his eyes, and Dean had a horrible feeling that Cas knew what the answer was already, so was there any point in not being honest?

“I, well… sometimes it’s particular people.”

“People you know?” Cas tilted his head at him and Dean felt the fluttering of butterflies in his stomach.

Dean nodded slowly, and Cas mirrored the action, as if he had learned a very important secret.

“Does it help?”

“Help?” Oh … right. “Well, yeah, it can get you in the mood, you know.”

Dean couldn’t believe he was having this conversation, with Cas, in his bedroom in the middle of the night. Maybe it was really a dream, and he would wake up and not have to deal with… this.

“The mood. Yes.” Cas sat down on the edge of Dean’s bed and Dean thought he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t talk about this with Cas sitting on his bed.

“Okay, I’m wiped, so if you wanna go… think about this on your own.” Dean nodded his head towards the door. “Good talk.”

Cas got up and walked over to the door, pausing as he reached for the handle. “I’m sorry I disturbed you. I will think about you, and see if that helps me to get in the mood. Merry Christmas, Dean.”

He turned the handle and was almost out the door, when... wait, what?

“Cas, stop.” Dean strode across the room and put his hand on the door, forcing it shut. His eyes locked with Cas, and this time he didn’t feel awkward, but something else altogether.

“You can’t just come in here and say shit like that, then leave.”

“But you wanted me to leave,” Cas said, confused.

“Well, maybe I don’t want that anymore.” Dean lifted his hand to Cas’s cheek and stroked his thumb over his cheekbone.

Cas leaned into the touch, his eyes a few shades darker than they had been moments before.

“What do you want?” Cas’s gravelly voice sounded even deeper than it normally did, and Dean’s cock twitched in his pajama pants. Cas’s voice always did have an effect on him.

“I want...” Dean shifted, moving as close as he could to Cas without touching anywhere other than the hand that was resting on Cas’s cheek. “I think we should show each other how we get in the mood.”

He leaned forward and brushed his lips over Cas’s with the lightest of touches.

“Yes,” Cas agreed with a nod, when Dean pulled back. “I would like that.”

Dean took Cas’s hand and led him back over to the bed. “First, you need to get comfortable.”

Cas started to lay down still fully clothed, until Dean stopped him.

“Comfortable means less clothes. No shoes.” Dean gestured to himself to show that he was only wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt.

Cas unbuttoned his suit pants and pushed them down his legs and off, kicking his shoes off as he did so. Dean watched entranced, at this unexpected striptease, glad to see the socks coming off too. Cas loosened the tie and unbuttoned his shirt, but left them on. Somehow, that was sexier, and Dean couldn’t help licking his lips as he laid down on the bed.

Dean laid down on his side, so that they were facing each other, aware that his heart was beating erratically.

“What do we do now?” Cas whispered, his breath coming out in short pants.

“Think of something... someone, and touch yourself.” Dean slowly slid his hand down, into his pants, and wrapped it around his cock.

He watched as Cas copied his movements, then he took himself in hand, and began to stroke himself. He could tell that Cas was doing the same, as his breathing became heavier, and he let out a series of little moans.

Normally, right about now, Dean would be picturing Cas... his hands, his lips, those stunning blue eyes... even that adorable head tilt. But he didn’t need to picture him this time; he was right there. He stared into a sea of blue as he sped up his strokes. He really wanted to kiss him; he just needed to get a little closer.

Dean shifted across the bed slightly, until his mouth was hovering next to Cas’s. It would only take a...

Cas surged forward and captured Dean’s mouth with his in a passionate kiss. It was hot and fevered, and Dean instantly loved the way the angel tasted.

Dean sped up his strokes, moving his hand faster and faster, breathing heavily into Cas’s mouth.

“Cas... oh, fuck,” he gritted out, as his orgasm hit. He carried on stroking it, as the last drops of come spilled over his hand. He was going to need a clean pair of pajama pants, and possibly a shower, but it was totally worth it.

Cas was still jerking himself, his moans getting louder and louder as he neared his climax.

“Yeah, just like that,” Dean encouraged. “Let me hear you.”

“Deeeeeean,” Cas shouted out, as he came, writhing on the bed in ecstasy.

Dean kissed him through it, feeling his breathing slowing and returning to normal.

Dean broke off the kiss and smiled happily at Cas. “That’s the only singing I wanna hear in the middle of the night from now on,” he sassed.

♩  Silent night … ♩ Cas started to sing.

“Not again,” Dean groaned, grabbing the pillow and putting it over his head again.

“You’re right. The new song was much better,” Cas chuckled. "How did it go? Deeeeeeeean,” he moaned obscenely.

Ohhhh... time for round two?

[dontshootmespence]

The Best Thing That Ever Happened to Me

A/N: A Biker!Bucky x Reader piece for @bucky-smiles birthday! Happy Birthday my dear tumblr child!

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My town boasted nothing special. It was a small town in the middle of nowhere and didn’t have anything to bring the tourists in. It just was. People went about their daily lives none the wiser than anything of importance was happening around them - or right in their midst.

Okay that’s a little dramatic, but I’m a dramatic person and it fits. 

Stuck in the middle of nowhere, I kind of assumed I’d tend to my little garden (had to bring color to my boring neighborhood somehow), maybe find a stray animal or two to take in and be content in my singlehood. I was always totally open to love, but it just never seemed to happen and I wasn’t chasing it.

That being said it’s not like I was blind. There was this sexy guy in the neighborhood - short brown hair, full but not mountain-man like beard to go along with it. Eyes so striking they could knock you off your feet. A swagger that said confidence not cockiness. A leather jacket that clung to his perfect but not overstated muscles and that bike - all black, sleek, fast as anything...

God that was a sexy bike, sexier because of the one riding it, but still. 

I’d seen him around before. From what I could see, he didn’t stay in town all that often. Maybe he traveled for work? All I knew was that his name was Bucky and he’d grown up here. 

Did I think he noticed me? At all? No way.

But apparently I was very wrong.

Since my town and my street was pretty much devoid of color save for the grass and the random red or blue car, I had to do something for some color, so I started a little garden in the front yard.

“You mean like we do Mommy?”

“Exactly. I had a lot of the same flowers we do now.”

Anyway I had coneflowers and Asiatic lilies and cranesbills because they were longer-lasting and came in all sorts of pretty colors, so one day I went outside to water them and weed around them to make sure those evil things weren’t choking out my plants. There weren’t any birds singing, like the stories all say, but that’s probably because it was a bit cloudy out. My kind of day actually. When the sun is out in full force, I get too hot too quickly and although I like the rain, if you stay out in it too long you get cold, so slightly cloudy days are the perfect mix. 

There was a blanket on the floor because as much as I love gardening, I don’t like getting myself covered in dirt so I kneeled down on that and started picking out the weeds. I hadn’t done it in a while so there were a lot and all of a sudden I heard his motorcycle followed by a small, quick crash. 

When I turned around, his bike was right up against the telephone pole. It didn’t look too bad, but I could tell he’d at least run into it if not crashed into it. “You okay?” I called.

“It’s nothing,” he replied. But he was��rubbing his arm. Wasn’t broken or anything because he could still move it without screaming in pain, but there’d be a big bruise for sure. “Just took my eyes off the road for a second and didn’t realize where I was going.”

“I guess that means you should be glad that you weren’t going any faster. What had you distracted? You live here. Surely you haven’t come across anything new  ?”

There was a slight blush in his cheeks, peeking out from under the scruff of his beard and that’s when I figured it out. “Me? Why me?”

“Why not you? I caught a glimpse of you pulling the weeds out over there and I might’ve imagined asking you out on a date. Name’s Bucky by the way.”

When he shook my hand, it felt right, but I also noticed an enormous gash on his hand and ran inside without another word for a first aid kit. It’s a wonder he stayed there and waited for me. But I came back with a little disinfectant, some gauze and a big bandaid and got to work. “Sorry I ran, but that needs to get covered so you don’t get an infection. I wasn’t ignoring you. I swear. Now I’m rambling. Okay so Bucky, may I ask, in this daydream of yours that caused this horrific crash, did you ask me out? Did I say yes?”

His smile in that moment is something I’ll remember until the day I die. “Actually yea, I pulled up on my bike, not having crashed into a pole at all, and asked you if you’d like to have dinner with me sometime and whether you wanted to go for a ride on my bike. You said yes. It just seemed...right.”

“Too bad it was just a dream.”

I had never been that flirty before. I guess he just brought it out of me.

“It doesn’t have to be a dream. Maybe we could go for that bike ride now?” He was the perfect combination of rugged and adorable. I was doomed from the start.

“One, do you have a second helmet and two, do you think you can keep your eyes on the road?”

“Well, with you off the road and on my bike I’ll have less distractions and yes, I have an extra helmet.”

“Let me just lock up the house and grab a little bag to hold my keys.”

I did exactly that and about ten minutes later I was on the bike behind him with my arms around his waist. 

I loved that bike, no where near as much as the one driving it though.

“So you mean if Daddy wasn’t a dumb dumb then I might never have been born?”

Snickering, I replied, “Exactly. And now I can’t imagine my life without you, lovebug.”

Stephanie giggled and bounced up and down just as Bucky emerged from the hallway. “What’s got you all happy, baby?”

“Mommy told me the story of how you met.”

“Oh really?” He asked, eyebrow raised as he came over to kiss my cheek. “So you told her about how I pulled up on my Ninja and confidently asked you out?”

“No, I told her the truth.”

“Damn.”

“That’s okay, Daddy,” Stephanie laughed, “If you didn’t have goo-goo eyes for Mommy and crash, I might not be here.”

Bucky bent down to pick up our daughter and kissed the top of her head. “That’s true, and I wouldn’t trade you, or Mommy, for anything in the world, so me being a dunce was probably the best thing that ever happened to me.”

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Chapter Four : MODERN QUEER MUSIC featuring Mike, Troye, Janelle & Annie.

Back when my grandmother was my age (1963), no huge celebrity was officially a homosexual. Andy Warhol’s sexuality was an open secret and Rock Hudson was far inside the closet his shirts and trousers were his roommates. When my mother was my age (1992), Freddy Mercury had just died due to complications from AIDS — so did Hudson a couple years before. George Michael was hiding and Elton John would still be bisexual for another year. A couple of years ago, I complained to a friend of mine about how so many few music Artists were full-blown Queer. Where’s that fresh music that everybody (and I mean, EVERYBODY) could listen to ? Sure, Lady Gaga and Madonna said loud and clear that they weren’t against taking a dip in the lady pond but there are still constraint to basic heteronormativity in their public lives. Sure, we have Christine and the Queens but I’m talking GLOBAL.

I was so wrong I would like to time travel and smack the shit of my past me.

Perfume Genius was considered a pretty low key artist from the commercial and critical strength of his first two records (Learning in 2010, Put Your Back N 2 It in 2012). 2014’s Too Bright brought him more recognition with a more synth-pop power sound. This album’s music videos were filled with glitter, genderfucked outfits and SM fantasies. He objectively coined the best lyric of all time with “No family is safe when I sashay” (1). No Shape confirmed his incredible talent. Deepening in his idea of masculine and feminine combining into one, Perfume Genius gave us a more optimistic fourth effort about love and the search of a peaceful mind. Singles like Slip Away (2) and Wreath (3) emerge as full queer anthems with lyrics like “they’ll never break the shape we take” and “I’m high, I’m out / I see the sun go down / I see the sun come up / I’m moving just beyond the frame” Though not actually a mainstream artist, Perfume Genius helped all decade long to usher a new wave of Queer Artists and with them, Queer acceptance.

One that benefited greatly from PG’s way-paving journey was South-African-Australian child actor-turned pop sensation Troye Sivan. 

After making his intentions clear with his debut album (2015’s Blue Neighborhood) and his fantastic music video trilogy — Wild, Fools, Talk Me Down (4) — Troye created what I personally a pop masterpiece with Bloom and possibly the first major mainstream album that doesn’t shy away from queer themes and same-sex pronouns in love songs. In Seventeen (5), he explicitly talks about losing his virginity to an older man. The title track (6) was confirmed (though it’s obvious) to be about bottoming. A friend of mine seems to think it’s about fisting though I would respond that every anal pleasure is valid and the listener is free to interpret the lyrics with his/hers/theirs own liking in mind. The music video for Bloom shows him play dress up, wearing gorgeous gowns and makeup, shattering preconceived notions of how a male pop star should act publicly. “Lucky Strike” (7), the album’s sexiest cut, has “And my boy like a queen /Unlike one you’ve ever seen /He knows how to love me better” to say about desires. He closes the record lying next to his “fellow”, singing “An ode to the boy I love /Boy, I’ll die to care for you /You’re mine, mine, mine, tell me who do I owe that to?” (8). We’re not far enough in the future to know for sure, but I’m sure Bloom will be recognized as revolutionary. Nevertheless, we can all “Dance to This (9)”.

While Perfume Genius and Troye Sivan went further into their explorations of the opposite sex trait, Janelle Monae liberated herself from the chains of her previous persona adopted through her first records. With 2018’s Dirty Computer, the artist said bye to tuxedos and welcome a sexier, more feminine aesthetic. 

That doesn’t mean a woman should absolutely be feminine to be considered. No fuckin’ way. But when it comes to Monae, I sometimes felt that her visual choices, though fantastic at times, were restraining her from showing her true self. A mystery for years, it seemed like the character of Cindi Mayweather (10), a messianic android sent back in time to free the citizens of Metropolis from The Great Divide was just the surface of the real living person behind that. 

“Dirty computer, walk in line / If you look closer you’ll recognize / I’m not that special / I’m broke inside /Crashing slowly, the bugs are in me” (11) were the first words uttered in her third opus, a concept album exploring the power of women and the spectrum of sexual identities. The album’s 14 tracks can be grouped into three loose categories: Reckoning, Celebration and Reclamation. The first deals with Monae’s recognition of how she is viewed by society, the middle explores her acceptance of “the cards she has been dealt”, and the closing tracks deal with her reclamation and redefinition of American identity. Overall, the album is Monae’s attempt to “step into a more authentic self”. A coming out party of sorts.

“If you try to grab my pussy cat / this pussy grab you back” (12). Dirty Computer is a declaration of independence from a woman who has nothing else to fear and a homage to Queer life. Was it mainstream ? Well, it was nominated for the Album of the Year at the Grammy Awards. So, yeah. Go listen to it. And watch the 48 min movie that goes with it (13) We’re all Dirty Computers.

Also taking a more sexually explicit approach to music is St. Vincent is her latest LP, Masseduction (14) (2017). Annie Clark never hid her sexuality to the public, with high profile girlfriends like Carla Delevingne. She responded to a journalist asking if she was gay or straight : “I don’t think about those words. I believe in gender fluidity and sexual fluidity. I don’t really identify as anything. I think you can fall in love with anybody. I don’t have anything to hide but I’d rather the emphasis be on music.” 

Clark has stated that the album focuses on themes of power, sex, drugs, sadness, imperiled relationships and death. Contrary to her previous efforts, Masseduction is very first person narrative, a diary encompassing years of her life. Though not a explicit in her lyrics as some of her companions, St. Vincent made an incredible album that infuses in its listener the idea that it actually does not matter if she’s singing about a male or a female love interest. In the eye of the storm called life, we’re all the same.

The visuals (15), though, have clear intentions of destroying the male gaze and give more value to the female body and mind. From the mouth of a Queer icon, it has value on so many levels.

Okay, okay. Four is enough for this article. I was told not to be too talkative around here. But guys, there’s so many great Queer artists at the moment. 

Serpentwithfeet (16) released his debut album Soil a year ago and this guy will break your heart with his incredible vocals and poetic imagination. Jake Shears (17) remains a fascinating creature to admire, even more so now that he’s taking a little time off from Scissor Sisters. Courtney Barnett (18) is awesome as fuck and her second opus was just as good as the first one. Frank Ocean (19) needs to do a third album — and make it better than the second one. Eddy De Pretto (20) is not my cup of hot jizz but he’s objectively great and , apart from Chris (21), who else is Queer in France right now ?

For the first time in our history, Queer people are able to exist in the public eye as Queer people, ending tabloids’ craziness about who’s closeted or not. Those artists, and some much others that I didn’t mention, give us voices that stays inside the minds of people that are not us and don’t always understand who we are. In my opinion, they are doing God’s work… and I’m a atheist. But we all know that God is a Queer Jewish Black Woman. Halleloo.

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Bonz Fan Fiction   Record Shop Madness   Ch.14

John and Laurie, having some hot delicious coffee and some home baked muffins for breakfast, were just relaxing in their kitchen for awhile. There were plans for later in the day, for a band practice, and a get together afterward at the pub with the band.

The two were chatting and lightly laughing at a few things, when John said, “Darling, I have an interesting idea for later. Would you care to hear it ?” “Of course I would, what did you think I’d say ?” Laurie asked with a smile and

big sparkle in her gorgeous green eyes. 

“Well, I know of a nice little place, I think you’d like it. It’s a little cottage type place, in which you can stay for a night or two, enjoy the beauty of the surrounding property, hike, row in small boats on the lake. And then, as you wake up in the morning, the chefs will serve us an incredible breakfast, right there in their dining room of the main cottage. Do you think you may want to try it with me ? It’s about 25 minutes away, an easy drive.” 

She answered, “Oh my goodness, I’d love to try that with you. It feels like it would be a day or two of some amazing alone time for us.”

“Well, great then, my love. Because I’ve reserved us a couple nights there, beginning tonight, just after our plans at the pub. So, let’s pack a few things. Alright, then ?” 

Laurie was ecstatic, hearing this. “Oh, John. You are incredible, surprising me like this ! It’s going to be great and I’m thrilled !” 

“I’m so glad you’re happy about it. I just wanted to get away, not too far away, for a little privacy and a bit of new scenery, just for you and me. I hoped you’d be into trying it, my angel.” he explained. “I’ve never stayed there before, but I have visited it once, it’s highly recommended.”

Later on that day, the two arrived at the practice studio. The others were there already. Jimmy saw Laurie enter, and headed directly over to her. He opened his arms and she strode right into them. He hugged her and kissed her on the side of her pretty face. He whispered to her, ”My Laurie, how wonderful to see you. What a treat to have you here this evening.”  She hugged him back warmly, and answered, “So good to see you, too, sweetheart. I’m looking forward to hearing you play.” 

Percy also gave Laurie a hug and welcomed her. Soon, all were ready and in their positions. When the music began, it was so vigorous, and complicated. John’s shiny soft hair was flying about as he pounded the skins. He was completely focused in motion, looking sexier than ever. Laurie was instantly overwhelmed as she observed him at his skill. He was a sight, and the sounds he created were stupendous. So loud, so powerful, yet so perfect and correct for the music it accompanied. He was simply astounding to her, and she appreciated his talent just so much. All the guys sounded great. They were a team of talent, extremely in musical sync.

Afterward, at the pub, the atmosphere was comfortable and enjoyable. John had his arm around her, Jimmy was at her other side, and Laurie felt wonderfully. Appreciated and relaxed. All had a brew in hand and the lively talk and laughter was so cheerful. So much gladness and warmth between them all was highly satisfying. Once they had had a drink or two with the bandmates, John was wanting to move on toward their getaway. He and Laurie said their goodbyes and off they set out, toward their cottage plan. They had a few things packed and stored in the trunk.

During the drive over there. they had rock music playing and they were singing along and laughing like teenagers. Ultimately they arrived and picked up their keys and headed for their own cottage, as it was a boarding situation which had individual cottages per each guest group.  The one that they had was a log cabin looking enclosure, all wood outside surrounded by thick woods and bushes and plants. John grabbed the two small bags from the back of the vehicle and they headed in. Laurie put on the lights and found that it was very homey indoors. A fire had been lit in the fireplace already, for their arrival. Very warm and comfortable inside. A big giant bed with wooden posts at all four corners and a country calico comforter atop the mattress. Other rustic furniture decorated the room, a table and four chairs and a bathroom was located toward the opposite wall. It had been freshly renovated and was modern, beautiful and spotless inside. They decided to keep only a soft light fixture on and turn off the rest, to attempt a more cozy environment. That is, along with the light of the softly blazing fire. 

They got their clothes off and wore just pajama type wear, to add to the fun sleepover feel of the evening. Laurie was simply loving this place. Romantic as it gets, she thought. A tremendous bouquet of wild flowers sat at the dining table.

There was a small refrigerator present, containing wine, snacks, soft drinks, home made brownies, home made granola bars in cellophane wrap. John poured some wine for them and snuggled on top of the bed under the covers, for a very pleasant cozy feeling. They both had huge smiles on. John had Laurie enclosed in his strong arms and she cuddled close against him, as his mouth made contact with hers. They were smiling and kissing at the same time. That is until it began becoming a little more passionate and clothes began to start being pulled off, sensually. Once they both wore nothing, John was kissing and nibbling Laurie’s neck and collar bone, and she felt tingling to begin travelling through her entire body. He was rubbing her shoulders and upper arms with his warm hands, and Laurie was feeling so loved and protected, being showered by his affection. John said, “Oh, my beautiful girl, I can’t get enough of you.”  In his deep low sexy voice, as he began using his lips and tongue to caress against her breasts in a sensitive but stimulating way. He was whispering against her “Oh my God, Lau, you’re pure perfection, you know. Your unbelievable body has me on fire here, and I’m harder than granite down below.”  And she adored hearing him word his thoughts, made it a hundred times more intense for her. She gently pushed him back into the pillows on his back on in the bed. And he allowed her to. He just wanted her to be as comfortable as possible, that was really his biggest goal. So, whomever was on top was no concern, as long as she kept making love to him, he was thrilled. Once on top, she began licking his neck, nibbling on his gorgeous smooth chest, caressing him all the while. Then, as she massaged and gently kissed him all over his stomach, over and over and over. He was in a near trance at first, then laughed a little from ticklishness.Soon it gave way to him moaning in lust. This was exactly what he had imagined happening, after that first night that they kissed. Dreaming of her loving him like this, kissing his belly. He was feeling quite blissful, as he petted her gorgeous hair and entangled his hands into the thickness of it. Life doesn’t get more exciting than this, he thought. Soon she had her hands soothing his very lower belly, then softly holding and pleasuring his man parts. Her hands all around him, feeling him, touching him, giving him sensations of mind blowing amplitude. His sounds and his light moans sounded sexier than anything in this life, according to Laurie. She adored hearing his reactions to her manipulations of his body. It’s what she had hoped for, her gorgeous man allowing her to handle him however she pleased, and he being delighted by it. Soon, she put her head down toward his private section and gently took his length into her soft mouth, and touched him sweetly with her warm, smooth tongue. At that moment John let out a sudden, ohhh, as though he hadn’t quite expected that. But he was beside himself with intense, beautiful, full sensations. He didn’t know what to think, except that he loved it, and wanted more. Her sweet little tongue, was driving him full speed ahead into space, and he was at her mercy. She continued blanketing him with her warm saliva, and soft massage, getting a bit more forceful as the minutes wore on, as he was in blissful agony. He looked like he was dying a slow painful death, judging from his expression. But was so enjoying heaven on earth, as she worked his body with her mouth. He was beyond words and onto full time sweet moaning and sex sounds, as she continued. She knew he was loving this, or he would‘ve asked her to stop. He  was absolutely beyond his limit and couldn’t hold on anymore. He started saying, confusedly and sloppily,  “Lau ! Laurie, I , I can’t, please, my....my...” making zero sense. And finally his entire body tensed up solidly and, and a growl or groan or both emitted from his throat. His body jerked suddenly and she kept on holding him in her mouth, as he did. She felt the hot liquid dispensing into her mouth, and she just kept swallowing. Trying not to let go. She had a small towel near her hand, and once she did let go, she wiped off her mouth, and climbed up next to him. “You’re alright, baby ?“ she asked him. “Oh my God. Oh. my. God. One moment.” he answered. And his tense expression with his lovely eyes closed began to relax, but gradually. After a minute or two, he opened his eyes and looked at her with a soft gaze. Looking completely destroyed. Eyes alert but dazed. “Laurie. Laurie, my love. My ? How in hell ? How did you do that to me ? You have me on Jupiter right now.  I really found an incredible woman when I met you. Never met anyone who made me feel the way you make me feel. You’re a dream come true, my angel.”

Laurie answered, “For you, baby, I would go to great lengths to give you pleasure. And I’m so glad you enjoyed that.” 

He returned with, “Enjoyed that ? You’ve got to be kidding. You sent me into an alternate universe. Come here, darling, let me hold you in my arms.” She didn’t need to be asked twice. They spent some time hugging and squeezing each other in pure joyfulness. He said, while kissing the top of her head over and over, ”My Laurie, I love you with all my heart.”

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