#rosie yells about theater

[smplykiel]

what was I made for?

watching the barbie movie w genshin characters!

kazuha, kaveh, xiao, wanderer x reader (separately)

warnings: a tinge of angst, hurt/comfort, crying, modern au, tooth-rotting fluff !!

You've been anticipating the release of the latest Barbie film for days. Your excitement was as great as ever since you had already planned your pink-themed outfit days before the film's release.

If you were going to see the Barbie movie while feeling like a Barbie, you'd need your Ken, right? So you just had to invite your significant other to see the new movie with you!

Kazuha

Your well-thought-out pink-themed outfit was now slightly damp from the countless tears streaming down your tear-stained cheeks as the movie slowly came to an end. The saddening music playing in the background as you suppressed your cries.

Kazuha, on the other hand, was wiping your tears away. Warm hands cupped your wet cheeks as his thumbs gently wiped away your salty tears. His brows were knitted together in a frown as he watched you cry in his hands.

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is alright. That's what I'm made for, right? To be here for you always. So it's okay to cry. It's okay to let out all your bottled-up emotions. And when you do, I'll be by your side, okay, my love?" he whispered into your ear as he pulled you into a passionate embrace.

Your tears came to a still as you felt Kazuha pull away, your arms that were once wrapped around his shoulders loosening. You look at him with puffy and red eyes, but Kazuha couldn't care less. He leaned in again before pressing a soft, gentle kiss on the corner of your lips, making butterflies swarm your stomach almost immediately.

The scene made the other watchers admire the couple, feeling proud, while some felt envious and asked each other where they could find someone like your loving boyfriend.

As he pulled away, you couldn't help but feel lucky to have a boyfriend like Kazuha.

Kaveh

You didn't know how you found yourself in this position—Kaveh sitting on your lap, face buried into the crook of your neck as he sobbed loudly, ignoring the fact you were in a completely public space.

"Kaveh..? What's wrong, baby-" Before you could finish your sentence, your sobbing lover suddenly pulled away from you before looking at you with glazed orbs. "If you EVER cry without telling me, I will literally cry! I swear with MY LIFE that I will never make you feel unloved! I'M ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, OKAY Y/N?!" Kaveh rapidly said, a couple hiccups interrupting his words as tears continued flowing down his rosy cheeks.

A soft sigh left your lips before you cupped his tear-stained cheeks. Sure, some people would find your boyfriend embarrassing for yelling in the middle of the theater, but you couldn't care less about any of that right now; all that mattered was your lover, Kaveh.

You quickly wiped away his tears before pressing a quick peck on his slightly damp cheeks. "Okay, but don't scare me like that again. You're going to make me cry." You whispered soft, loving words into his ears as you pulled him into a hug, opting to rest your chin on the pads of your boyfriend's shoulder. All of your words were quickly interrupted again as he cried in your arms, his tears soaking your pink outfit.

Some people expected that you would be the one who should be crying in your boyfriend's arms, yet for you, you found it endearing and adorable as Kaveh cried in your arms like a big baby.

Xiao

Your brows were knitted together as you watched the end credits roll with a frown. Sure, the movie made you feel somewhat sad, as you related deeply to the story, but it wasn't so far that it made you cry.

You swiftly picked up your trash before standing up from your seat. Head turning to look at your boyfriend, Xiao, if he was ready to leave. His expression was... somewhat sad, yet confused. Maybe he related to the movie too.

"Xiao, let's go," you whispered before putting out your free hand, waiting for him to intertwine his with yours. When he did, you felt a bit more at ease. You didn't know why, but you just did.

As you were about to exit the theater of the mall, you could feel yourself slightly stumble back as your boyfriend was now a bit far from you, hands still holding onto each other.

"Xiao..?" Your silky hair fluttered as you whipped your head to face your boyfriend, only to see him staring holes into the floor, the tips of his ears slightly turning a tint of pink.

"I'll always be there for you if you need me... if you didn't know." he quietly said as his brows furrowed, his embarrassed eyes slowly glancing at you for a response. You could feel your heartbeat accelerate ever so slightly, the apples of your cheeks a light shade of red as your hand loosened its grip on Xiao's hand, making him puzzled at the loss of contact.

"Y/N..?" Before he could even process what was happening, he was quickly pulled into a warm hug, immediately melting in your arms as he wrapped his around your waist. "Thank you, love. I'll also be here for you always," you whispered into his now red ear. You slightly pull away from the hug before pressing a faint kiss on the tip of his nose, making his face flush red.

Before you broke the gears in his brain even more, you pulled away from the embrace before intertwining your hands together. "Let's go!" you said before turning away from him and dragging him to who knows where.

But he doesn't fail to catch the burning shade of red spread all over your ears, and he unconsciously smiles at this.

Wanderer

Your boyfriend didn't know what to do as you sobbed uncontrollably to yourself, eyes fixed on the TV screen as the ending credits rolled in.

What's he supposed to do? Does he need to tell you to stop crying? Yeah, no, he was sure that would just make your sobs even louder. Should he wipe away your tears and curse the people who made the movie? He sat there frozen and puzzled, his mind running millions of miles for ways to comfort you.

Out of nowhere, his body moved on its own before lifting you up from the sofa as he placed you on his lap, a protective arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand pressed your head onto his shoulder, letting you sob all you wanted. Though he doesn't let out a single word, as silence engulfed the both of you, only the sounds of your cries and hiccups remained, but either way, the both of you found the silence comforting.

Once he was sure your cries had come to a stop, he slightly pulled away, enough to see the aftermath of your tears plastered onto your face. His usual expression was nowhere to be seen and was replaced with a soft one.

He gently wipes away the remaining tears from the corners of your eyes. His hand suddenly brushed the stray strands of your smooth hair that framed your face perfectly away before pressing a soft, yet somehow shy, kiss onto your forehead.

Your eyes don't miss the way his cheeks burn up ever so slightly and his ears turn bright red. Before you could say anything, he pulled away from your forehead and pushed you back onto his shoulder. You smile warmly at this.

Sure, your beloved lover isn't too good at comforting others through words of affirmation, but he's pretty capable of showing it through actions instead.

A/N: HELLOOO i just watched barbie a few days ago and i legit cannot stop thinking about it. anw have some fluff before i start writing the pt. 2 of albedo angst! 😘

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[am-i-interrupting]

Velvet— One Author; Two Show Hosts Headcanons

One Author; Two Show Hosts is a Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader series. Essential knowledge: you and Vox are married by the point Velvette comes to Hell. Reader is a POC with curly hair.

Bonus: Playlist

Velvette started off her time in hell working as a costume designer. She starts off with a small business and a couple of workers, mostly overworking herself to stay on schedule.

You figure out about her while looking for a new designer for your theater.

For several months, you’re Velvette’s highest paying client.

Over time she realizes that you’re actually a fun person to bitch and gossip with. When she lets something slip about Hell being behind on technological advances, you introduce her to Vox.

This leads to Vox trying to contract her but she wises one up on him and suggests they be business partners instead.

She doesn’t do much with the technology programming and whatnot but she does have at least a general idea on how things worked and gives that information to Vox.

Soon she goes from a small business to having her own distinguishable fashion brand.

You’re still her favorite costumer though.

She makes all the costumes for your shows herself and makes sure everyone knows it.

It doesn’t take long for her to move into your and Vox’s tower.

She has a love hate relationship with Vark.

Sometimes they get along swell and are cuddled up on the couch together. Other times he’s drooling on her clothes or chewing on them and she does not respond well.

Speaking of clothes say goodbye to your wardrobe freedom. She is going through it and everything she hates in a kindle.

She will not get rid of your true vintage unless it’s absolutely atrocious. She’s a fashion girlie. She knows everything comes back in fashion eventually and with the rise of social media, that time comes around quickly.

She will collab with you in order to make you fashionable but you clothing.

Beauty is pain but she doesn’t want you to hate what you wear. You only look like a bad bitch if you feel like it.

Better practice your runway walk because you will be modeling your exclusive line.

If she catches you wearing clothes someone else made (with perhaps an exception if it’s vintage or made by Rosie because she, unfortunately, has to accept that you’re friends with Rosie) prepare for an Edna Mode type blow up over it.

Also, your privacy? Yeah, that’s a bit gone too.

She’s not outright mean but she is willing to playfully embarrass you on social media.

You know that “Hey, wake up, sleepy head!” vine? She’s done that to you and Vox.

She will throw shit at you and Vox if you’re being too lovey dovey.

Makes constant old people/old married couple jokes about you and Vox.

Vox makes short people jokes in retaliation. Then gets something thrown at his head from behind. Looks back, remembers you and Velvette are close in height. Shuts up real fast.

Velvette is absolutely soul crushed the first time she sees you have curly hair because. . . What the fuck? It’s so pretty! How dare you!

She vlogs your entire curly hair journey, undoing years of damage.

Vox just lets you do your thing on hair wash/styling days. Does not get involved because you both become so focused he’s kind of scared what will happen if he breaks it.

Doing each others hair while watching shitty Hell-a-Novelas.

Yelling at the TV when people do something stupid.

Absolutely gossiping and shit talking people all day. Like no one else’s business.

Velvette taking so many pictures to post when you’re done.

Overall, Vox gets a new business partner, you get a new bitching partner. Win win, right?

[bundle-of-glitter]

hi, i was summoned by your hamlet reblog. there's a bunch of stuff going on so i will try to be concise and not confuse you. this is very long though, and you totally do not need to read/answer this at all!!

ok so basically we open in Elsinore, Denmark, with two guards who have recently spotted a ghost that bears a striking resemblance to the recently deceased king Hamlet, not to be confused with his son, the alive (for now) prince Hamlet. now, this ghost isn't talking to them so they get Horatio (a college student and hamlets bestie who's visiting Elsinore) to try and talk to the ghost. Horatio doesn't really believe them until he sees the ghost and then yells at the ghost to speak, which the ghost still refuses to do. (side note: Hamlet is also a college student and his dad's death occurred when he was gone for college)

a little backstory: Hamlet's uncle Claudius has recently married his mother Gertrude. this unfortunate development has added to Hamlet's distress. his mom and uncle (now step-dad) both think it's high time that he gets over his father's death (kindly note that it is not high time, and has actually been less than two months). hamlet expresses these feelings of distress like any other college student, by wearing black, sulking around and bursting into dramatic monologues frequently.

a few more characters : Ophelia (Hamlet's primary love interest), Polonius (her dad) and Laertes (her brother). Polonius and Laertes both talk to Ophelia and ask her to stop receiving Hamlet's letters, and tell her that he does not really love her, he's a prince and won't marry her etc etc. she agrees to stop talking to him. also, Laertes leaves for Paris.

then, Horatio tells Hamlet that he saw his dead dad's ghost, and so Hamlet goes with him at night to seek out said ghost. they run into the ghost again and this time, it lures Hamlet away from the others. the ghost of his dad speaks to him, and tells Hamlet that his death was not due to natural causes but was actually a murder. you see, he was napping in the garden when his brother (Claudius, the uncle/step-dad) poured poison in his ear and killed him. he asks hamlet to revenge his "most foul and unnatural murder" and also points out that he must do this ASAP (you won't believe this but hamlet does not do it ASAP). at the ghosts request, hamlet asks Horatio and the guard to swear that they won't tell anyone about the ghost and now hamlet begins his master plan (i am using the words master and plan very liberally) hamlet also mentions that he thinks it would be useful for him to act like he's going crazy.

Ophelia tells her dad that after she returned Hamlet's letters and everything, he visited her and was acting crazy. this makes Polonius think that maybe Hamlet did love Ophelia and went mad because she rejected him. he goes to tell this to the king and queen, who were also concerned about hamlet's behaviour and called two of his friends (Rosencrantz and Guiledenstern) to hang out with hamlet and figure out the cause of his madness/cheer him up.

as soon as rosi and guild leave, polonius goes to the king and queen and tells them that he made his daughter reject hamlet because she was unworthy of him, and that's probably what made him go mad. Claudius and Polonius decide to arrange a meeting between ophelia and hamlet (they make it seem like these two just accidentally ran into each other) and they spy on the two. hamlet acts extremely rude to ophelia, calling her all sorts of names and saying he never loved her. after he leaves, Claudius and Polonius come out from hiding and they're like wow hes like mad-mad and also not in love with ophelia. Claudius believes that Hamlet could be dangerous and he decides that he will send him away to England.

Meanwhile, Rosi and Guild know that hamlet is a theater kid, and they invite and group of actors to cheer him up. hamlet has the genius idea of putting on a play that resembles his father's murder, and judging the innocence of his uncle based on how he reacts to the play. he does this because he's worried that maybe the ghost is not actually his father, but some lying devil and so he just wants to be sure. (another minor note: during his play, the entire time he's flirting with ophelia instead of looking at his uncle, and he's made horatio keep an eye on his uncle) he sets up the play with the actors, and as expected, his uncle gets extremely upset and storms out in the middle of play. this confirms hamlet's suspicions.

let's cut to Claudius for a bit, he leaves the theater very guilty and he tries to pray, but finds that he cannot. this is when hamlet sneaks up on him and you'd assume that now, he will finally kill his uncle right?? WRONG! hamlet doesn't know he cannot pray, and thinks that he's actually praying and if hamlet kills him now, he will go straight to heaven. Claudius doesn't deserve heaven, so hamlet does not kill him :)

hamlet goes to meet his mother (what he does not know, is that polonius is hiding behind the curtain to listen to the conversation between hamlet and gertrude. btw polonius did have gertrude's consent to do this) hamlet is very angry at his mom for marrying his uncle so quickly and he's shaming her for it when he hears some movement behind the curtain. he thinks this is Claudius and immediately stabs the guy through the curtain (except ofc, it was not claudius, it was polonius :) ) hamlet then asks his mom to promise that she won't sleep with claudius anymore. at this moment, the ghost enters and scolds hamlet for taking so damn long to murder a guy. this scene is super interesting to me because when hamlet is talking to the ghost, gertrude claims she cannot see it. i don't know if she actually couldn't see it or if she was lying and that fascinates me because either case would mean so much for both the mother and son. anyway, hamlet drags polonius' dead body and leaves. claudius finds out about this and asks hamlet where polonius is, and hamlet says (paraphrased) "hes at supper. hes not eating, he is being eaten. by worms. :)"

after this, claudius sends hamlet, rosi and guild to england. he gives rosi and guild a sealed letter that states that hamlet be executed immediately. they do not know the contents of the letter and only know that they are to give it to the king of england. more on this later.

news of polonius' death reaches his son and daughter. laertes comes back to denmark with a crowd of supporters to kill the guy who murdered his dad. ophelia meanwhile, actually goes mad, so this is another thing that laertes wants to avenge. he is ready to overthrow Claudius but Claudius is like bro its not my fault its all hamlet, so we should both plot to kill him.

but wait? didn't hamlet die in england? NOPE! while this shit was going down in Denmark, hamlet and co. were attacked by pirates and hamlet managed to escape. not only did he escape but also, found the sealed letter and switched it with a diff one, demanding that rosi and guild be executed instead. then he sent them to england and himself left for denmark. he sent a letter to horatio letting everyone know that he was returning to denmark and thats why polonius and claudius decide to work together to kill him.

as they read letters and make murder plans. gertrude comes in to let them know that ophelia's dead body was found in a stream. she says that ophelia must have drowned. (if im not wrong, its unclear if it was an accident or suicide, and @waitingforthesunrise hc-ed that maybe gertrude killed ophelia which is a super interesting theory!)

hamlet is back in denmark and he's chilling in a graveyard where there's two gravediggers, digging graves, as they do and making jokes while doing it. the grave they are digging is for ophelia but he does not know she's dead yet. he picks up a skull (that belonged to yorick, who was a court jester) and gives the famous "to be or not to be" speech.

laertes, claudius etc come in to bury ophelia and thats when hamlet is like oh shit. laertes jumps into the grave to give her a last hug. and hamlet being the dramatic bitch he is, also jumps in, saying no one loved ophelia as much as he did. the two start fighting and have to be pulled apart.

later, hamlet is telling horatio about how he caused the deaths of rosi and guild. osric, a court dude, comes to invite hamlet to a fencing match with laertes in front of the king and queen, hamlet agrees.

this fencing match is the result of the murder planning that Claudius and Laertes were doing earlier. they plan that laertes will dip his sword in poison so that his wounds are enough to kill hamlet. and just to be really sure, claudius pours some poison in hamlet's wine cup as well.

now during the fencing, hamlet hits laertes first, so laertes pours a pearl into hamlet's wins cup and asks him to drink, which hamlet refuses. the second hit is also by hamlet. to celebrate her son winning, gertrude drinks from hamlet's poison cup. laertes finally manages to wound hamlet with the poison sword, but hamlet gets mad and the two just start grabbing at each other. in this chaos, they accidentally switch swords and hamlet wounds laertes with the poison sword. at this point, gertrude collapses and dies. laertes admits he poisoned the sword and the wine, and that now both he and hamlet will be dying shortly. he also says this was all caludius' plan. in a fit of dying rage, hamlet FINALLY stabs Claudius with the poison sword. and just to really be sure, he also forces Claudius to drink some of the poison wine and Claudius dies. laertes also dies. hamlet, who is dying, asks horatio to stay alive and tell his story and then, he too, dies.

at this moment, fortinbras, king of norway bursts into the room and is like wtf (he's me). since everyone is dead, he takes over (if im not wrong). also, i would like to mention that fortinbras was mentioned previously, but just in passing. you see, his dad was killed in battle and he wanted to avenge his dad's death too but they asked his old uncle (i think) to calm him down. clearly, he did not listen to his uncle. i did not mention him before because tbh i don't fully remember the discussion they had around him. i also did not mention every single thing that happened because this is already way too long. i read hamlet recently but i've read a lot since then so i may have made mistakes so im sorry in advance. im also sorry for any typos etc, i did not proofread im exhausted. thank you for volunteering as tribute, i hope i did not bore you to death because the number of deaths by hamlet is already way too high

Omg it's been wayyy to long I'm so sorry 😭

I've read this so many times and always forgot to answer it properly but ruhi you're a fantastic and absolutely hilarious storyteller pls tell me more of these anytime I'll try my best not to take so damn long to reply💀💀

Anyways gertrudes character is soo fascinating, I kinda wonder if she was involved in scheming for king hamlets death along with claudius from the beginning tbh, (also if she did kill Ophelia, I wonder what exactly could her motive be?)

Speaking of Ophelia she really ends being collateral damage in all of these people's "master""plans" TT (I mean hamlet couldve just let her know of his plan instead of playing with her feelings yk? Also his complete lack of remorse at polonius' death...that was dark💀)

Also I wonder how hamlet found out the contents of the sealed letter. Rosi and guild ending up being yet more names on the collateral damage list 😔

Also what's he doing in the graveyard randomly anyways. Sus.

[grandma-susan]

Good? GOOD AFTERNOON!? What's there to be good, Lambkin?!

Oh! Come to Grandma Susan~! And I'll rip off ya meat hook if you know what's good fer ya!

What!? You wanna know who's takin' care of me? Well they ain't! They ain't NOTHING like Rosie! Now, she's a sweetheart! But here's what you gotta know about this sorry ass!

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Main: @ahhvernin

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INDIE/ CANON & CANON- DIVERGENT / Nonselective RP / Ask Blog / RP Blog / 18+ / Multi Verse / Alternate and OC friendly

Hello and welcome. My name is Vernin. I'm an on again off again rper, I've been rping for about a decade.

I prefer paragraph line rps

If your rp blog is a side blog, please me send me a DM with your side blog to tell me what your main is. That way I don't accidentally block you. Thanks.

Single line rping limited to ASKS.

Racism and sexism is not tolerated.

18+ only, minor rpers DNI.

I recently aged into the social "auntie" title, not the familial title and I hate it.

I work full time therefore replies will not be instantaneous.

PM / Send ASK if you have any questions regarding RPing with me.

A welcome post will be sometimes be made for RP blogs. Feel free to answer them or not, its just my way of saying Hello....or for Susan to "greet" you. Please do not feel pressured to answer.

Children characters are only accepted between well acquainted mutuals.

If you put users in your tags I'll be following: grandma susan

::This blog will contain::

Foul and Cankerous language

NSFW material

Talk or acts violence and cannibalism

Descriptive Anatomy

An ornery old bitch Grandma

Edwardian and 1920s Slang that may or not be correctly be used

:: What you can expect from Susan::

She is not the hugs, tea, cookies and blanket grandma.

She is not kindly or pleasant to most people upon the first or even second meeting, sometimes ever.

She has no tolerance for young children if you plan to leave a random child on her doorstep, 99% of the time it will become a "Free Curb Alert". Its Cannibal Town, I'll leave it to your imagination.

She will shout, yell, and insult you.

She is not afraid to raise her hand or cane or...flower pot at you.

Susan has sway in Cannibal Town. Even Rosie the Overlord, canonically recognizes the people in town do not move unless Susan is on board.

Susan in this verse was once the matriarch of Cannibal Town. Never an official overlord because she never wanted such a title.

Susan has a ledger of deals, agreements and promises struck between demons. She was the overseer or notary for these and helped determine the consequences for beaches of contact. She technically does not "own" souls, but she holds them contractually to their word.

Susan can be won over, you either have to work for it or be clever about it.

If you read carefully, you will notice her sharp and bitter words, are sometimes laced with hidden respect or care. She does not coddle or mince words.

Susan knows she's an old woman and milks it for all that its worth.

Susan has had many careers in her life that she will reference.

Susan has a nursing background.

She no longer participates in typical feeding frenzies and she is not a strict cannibal.

She frequents many places in Pride, such as parks, gardens, indoor and outdoor theater, store fronts, cafes and restaurants.

She is not a helpless, frail or weak woman. She can hold her own. As she says " Angels still haven't done their ONE job"

She dislikes the Elite with a heated passion.

She doesn't want to be redeemed. She doesn't want to go to Heaven. It's full of cheaters and palm warmers in her opinion.

:: Frequent visiting characters & relations::

@keenie-bopper - half pint lamb jelly with desserts. Giant lamb eyes with a flare for laughter and pranks, stays for some reason even after getting a flower pot thrown at her. She's got spirit, not bad for a heaven drop.

@helluvaoutlaw -a boy after her own heart. 10 years ago she decided not to eat him, nursed this gravely injured beanpole back to health, got him to fix her fence, calls him her great grand nephew. She's got a soft spot for him. She likes his stupid swashbuckling snappy cowboy attitude, and his boyish side that slips in on occasion. :: Susan's Garden :: ::Relevant Tags For New Followers::

Drabble //Headcanon // Susans notes

[cha-melodius]

Oversharing on the Internet

Thanks for the tag @welcometololaland! This was less invasive than I expected. 😂

ONE: Are you named after anyone?

Nominally my great aunt? I think?

TWO: When was the last time you cried?

I'm not 100% sure. Might have been when we went to see Return of the King in the theaters recently.

THREE: Do you have kids?

Nope.

FOUR: Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Nah, never. (Yes, all the time.)

FIVE: What sports have you played/do you play?

When I was a kid, horseback riding, sailing (yes, I know I'm giving big HFMW energy, sorry), archery, and I have a black belt in tae kwon do. Now... I exercise unwillingly for my fucking health.

SIX: What's the first thing you notice about people?

I honestly have no idea? Hair, maybe?

SEVEN: What's your eye colour?

Brown.

EIGHT: Scary movies or happy endings?

Always happy endings.

NINE: Any special talents?

Hmmm. I'm extremely good at optimal packing/any kind of spatial arrangement of items.

TEN: Where were you born?

Stealing the "in a hospital" answer.

ELEVEN: What are your hobbies?

These days, writing (fanfic), reading (fanfic)(mostly), yelling on the internet about dumb idiots whom I love. Once upon a time I knit enough to be a knitwear pattern designer.

TWELVE: Do you have any pets?

A tortoise, three snakes, and a legless lizard.

THIRTEEN: How tall are you?

5'7"

FOURTEEN: Favourite subject in school?

Biology, geology, history, english, art

FIFTEEN: Dream job

Theoretically I'm in it (paleontologist). The reality is somewhat less rosy. These days... not having a job at all. I don't want to monetize anything I love.

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[suuho]

mutuals as svt songs & members + why please!

hi! under read more cause this is long!!

@young-jae as scoups / snap shoot: sofie is like the big sister i never had and i love her to death. her vibes are the entire snap shoot video in one and her friendship makes me feel light and loved and understood, and never like any work at all. i also love dino's verse and dk's harmony here a lot and i think that is really just the two of us in, like, 5 seconds.

@bisexualhobibi as jeonghan / all my love: ana is my best friend in the world. they are funny, mischievous, opinionated, caring, brilliant, and just the absolute bestest person you could ever have the luck to meet. i have no idea how they deemed me cool enough to become friends with them to be honest??? sometimes i feel like i don't deserve a friendship like this. all my love only amounts to so much, you know? but even so, i would do everything for them.

@herewegobebe as joshua / aju nice: ah, ru!!! i love ru so much. she is such a veteran in the shawol fandom and i feel like joshua is a good fit for her. aju nice is the kind of song that makes you nostalgic but is also just a huge fucking party, and i think there's nothing us shawols know better / love more than that.

@huiwife as jun / rock with you: a fellow gemini, this was such a no brainer. jasmine has the energry of jun cooking his hot pot for everyone, that quiet kind of devotion. to me, anyways. i chose rock with you because i feel like it has that kind of infectious vibe that jasmine has, and because it could have been a pentagon b-side.

@jjaes as hoshi+minghao / thanks: do i need to say anything here, actually? yes, al gets a double bill so sorry to whoever would have been minghao, i guess. thinking about this makes me want to bawl my eyes out so i will keep it short, mostly. al is the only person in the world who understands me unconditionally and who has never, ever left me, and never will. there is not enough thanks, or even words, in the world to convey my gratitude. not enough love, either. also, she is the perfect marriage of hoshi's gemini delusion and minghao's spirituality and no nonsense approach to life.

@wonublr as wonwoo / oh my!: lee is the wonu to my woozi and of the funnest people i ever met on caratblr. we just kinda clicked instantly and that is so rare! she has the kind of calming influence on me that wonwoo has on a grumpy gremlin like jihoon, and i just adore having her around. i chose oh my!, a song that i absolutely love, because it is so carefree and bubbly and lovely, and lee is all of that to me.

@magzineho as woozi / 24h: if i have to hand out my most beloved, dearest, most important jihoon to anyone, it gotta be rosie. i love you and i love yelling about all things pentagon and musical theater and literally anything else in this world with you. real recognizes real and that's why you are the jihoon of my heart. 24h is one of my favorite seventeen songs and i think you'd vibe with it really well.

@tipannies as dk / fallin' flower: mari, one of my favorite people in the entire world. i love you so much, and i know you probably don't see yourself that way, but to me you are sunshine, much like dk's role in the group. also, your talent is vast and endless and makes me feel like the luckiest fool in the world getting to witness it. i chose falling flower for you because the songs is tender and soft and aches, and yet, it picks you right off the ground. i think it's a song that understands melancholy and heartache and pain, and i love this song and you.

@ohoshi as mingyu / spider: hoshi central cora is the mingyu to al's minghao and also the mingyu to al's hoshi. if you get it, you get it. spider is another no-brainer here! as a group song, i would have either given her fearless or hot. i think there is so much we can achieve if we let go of our anxieties and fears and just believe in ourselves. i was born in fear but i got back on the horse fearless. wonwoo said something like that once, in don quixote.

@yejiswife as seungkwan / heaven's cloud: jenny, one of the best people on the planet ..... it is a fucking honor to know them and love them and cherish them and just, like. call them a friend. i would give jenny the world if i could. they are as fun and brazen and genius as seungkwan and yet, their heart is as soft and honest and sweet as a cloud. also, i personally love heaven's cloud a lot. i love you, jenny. <3

@usershua as vernon / 2 minus 1: vivi, ofc, had to be vernon. she is the vernon to my woozi and she absolutely understands what it's like to be so enamored with a man it makes you look stupid. but, on a more serious note, vivi is so cool and calm and so brilliantly artistic that i think hansol is a great fit for her. i had to give her 2 minus 1 for reasons. i'm pretty sure she gets it.

@kimtaegis as dino / anyone: last but not least. i think that there is a quiet perseverance and stubbornness in annie that has made her resilient and stronger than she would ever admit or even realize. yet, she has a soft core that is, i think, much like chan's and deserves to be filled up to the brim with love. anyone was her most played song of 2021, and i think those cool movie vibes of the song really suit her! annie always looks like she stepped straight off a movie set.

[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 192 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: mowing the lawn.

MARTIN: "Wait, seriously? I thought you had this whole ‘invisibility cloak’ thing going on?" GEORGIE: "Sure, but I’m not exactly keen to test it against the eyeball tower guardians. I don’t know the limits of our ‘invisibility’, and it seems pretty dumb to saunter up and hope it works on them." That's fair. Considering she just threw a pebble at them and they reacted. I'm sure that pebble stone also doesn't feel fear, which means they still very much react to other stimuli like sound, touch maybe etc.

JON: "And tell Melanie… Tell her I’m sorry." GEORGIE: "That’s… not what she wants to hear from you." JON: "Well, then… what does she want?" GEORGIE: "I don’t know. But… it’s not going to be another apology." Uhhh, I'm also at a loss here, what would be the appropriate thing to say? Way I see it, they don't really have anything left to say to each other...

GEORGIE: "Anything you’ve got to say to me, that can wait too." So, and in case he doesn't come back? I just don't understand these two girls anymore...

MARTIN: [Wearily] "Ah, sure. Lead on, Macduff." JON: "It’s, uh, “Lay on –”" MARTIN: [Frustrated] "Sh– I know, I know! I know. Go. Just go." Hahaha, theater kid...

JON: "I insist." [ROSIE SIGHS] ROSIE: [Softly] "Your funeral…" And yours, Rosie. Big Boss won't come out an yell at Jon, he'll yell at Rosie (as far as he is able to right now... Or, if this was pre-Change). That's the thing about being front desk. You're just the person everybody gets to yell at. God I hated that shit...

ROSIE: "Yes I – Yes, I-I understand, I jus– I – Sorry to interrupt." See? What did I say...

Nosy Rosie... Of course she's Eye-aligned...

Oh god, I hate job interviews. I hate being put on the spot, hate stupid questions, or the questions that are none of their business...

"'So why do you want this job, Ms. Zampano?' ‘Because I need money to live, you pompous ass,’ she didn’t answer." Yeah, stupid questions like this! Oh, because sitting at a desk doing paper crap while being on display to get yelled at by everyone is my goal in life! Sure, idiots...

"They weren’t actually Cockney, she knew that for certain. They might as well have been asking to take that table up the ‘apples and pears’." Oh, that one of these cockney slang things, like dog and bone? Do people actually say things like that? I actually do not have any British friends, I don't know which phrases are actually used in the UK and what isn't... Like raining cats and dogs? Do British McDonald’s say "chips" instead of "french fries"? The name we call fries in Austria has actually changed since I was a child. We used to call them Pommes Frites ("Pomm Free-ts", I guess it's French? I'm a total dummy when it comes to French, but “french” fries...), but now everyone says "Pommes", so we do now actually say the silent "es". ... Okay, I now googled UK McDonald's and it says fries? xDD 

"‘Jonathan Sims’, the name read. She knew him. Well, knew of him, the things they said about him in the break room, the sort of things that passed across Mr. Bouchard’s desk about him." [...] "Sims was different. He was insecure, aggressive, desperate to be taken seriously. Of course, having seen his file, Rosie kind of understood. Why on earth Mr. Bouchard had given him the job at all was a mystery to her, but it didn’t make it any easier to talk to him." That is so Eye of the Eye (does that make sense? xD). To feed Jon what people thought about him...

"She still smiles, though. Just in case." God, that gets me...

It is really cool to see all these events through the eyes (heh) of someone else, someone in the periphery.

"Behind his desk, without missing a beat of his conversation, Elias caught her eye, and suddenly she was a child again, creeping towards the rotten board in her parents’ attic, burning to know what lurked behind it, [FLOORBOARD CREAKS WARNINGLY] unsuspecting of the squirming nest of half-dead insect bodies she was about to reveal. [INSECTILE AND SQUIRMING NOISES] Then she was back in the office. Mr. Bouchard was still smiling." Hehehe, Elias doing his memory insertion thing...

"What if he got angry? She couldn’t afford to lose this job. She couldn’t." I am, fortunately, in a very privileged position of being almost unable to be fired, but I'm the same... Afraid the boss will get angry. She can't fire me, but she can make work a living nightmare for me. And she knows it. And she knows that I know.

"but… what if it made Mr. Bouchard angry? Why did the thought of that terrify her so?" Yeah that. Rosie's statement got me a lot more than that of MAG 188, which did sound very much like a social anxiety statement.

"She was working for evil. Not someone misguided, not selfish, but truly evil. And she knew she was going to sit there and ignore that fact. She knew the sort of information he had on everyone, and now she knew what he was capable of, what he might do if he thought Rosie might be a threat." Capitalism is the enemy!!!11

"People have come to see Elias. No. Not people. Not anymore." Ouch... (Thinking of Jon and Martin here because she wondered about helping them.)

"Where else could she have gone? Mr. Lukas was dead. Mr. Bouchard was missing. So many friends and colleagues dead. The violence, the gunshots. The old man and his… daughter? Their murderous joy. She couldn’t stop thinking about their faces. How they had looked right past her as they ran through the building." Rosie should get a good therapist when all this is over... And uh... this of course requires a therapist, who can do their job... Like post Change doesn't sound like fun for anyone...

MARTIN: "Oi! Dickhead! Come down here so we can kick your arse!" I'm so proud of you, Martin! xD

MARTIN: "Yeah I got that. What’s wrong with him?" JON: "Nothing. Nothing’s wrong with him. He’s the pupil of The Eye." MARTIN: "Meaning?" JON: "He won." Hmm. I thought it was clear that he won as soon as he got his Eyepocalype? xD What they think he’s doing? Sitting in a corner all sad while listening to Caramelldansen?

@a-mag-a-day

[outpost51]

Blursday!!!!

Your characters are watching a movie.

Who would:

Yell at the screen

Give everyone behind the scenes facts that they didn’t ask for

Be on their phone/doing something else

Cry

Fall asleep during a pivotal scene

Provide snacks

~tabswrites

BLURSDAYYYYYYY

Moira’s yelling at the screen, they can’t take her to theaters anymore. Listen, it’s not her fault the dipshit in the movie decided to run upstairs instead of out the open front door when she was being chased by the slasher. If she yells loud enough, maybe it’ll break the fourth wall.

Rosie and Faith are tag-teaming trivia facts. They know entirely too much about true crime for two homeschooled girls whose dad is a deacon.

Bonnie’s on her phone, she has dirt to dig up on the dude they were sitting behind in the diner earlier — he’s definitely cheating on his girlfriend, and she’s about to ruin his life. Devious. We stan.

Dillon pretends she’s a hardass but she is ABSOLUTELY crying. She’s crying because the mom died, because the love interest made a heartfelt confession, because Shaggy and Scooby were reunited—

— and she definitely passes out halfway through. Crying is hard work, she was probably up late because of the overgrown bat living in her house, and said overgrown bat, making up for it by being her pillow, is so very warm and comfy.

Zadimus provides snacks. :) He’s got a LOT of pizza points saved up.

[survey--s]

477.

If I were to yell at you right now, what would you do? Seeing as I don’t know you, I’d probably scream or cry lol. Do you empathize with people often? In all honesty, I’m not great with empathy. Which do you prefer, Iced Tea or Fruit Punch? Iced tea. Have you ever been stung by a bee? Only once - on the bottom of my foot and I screamed lol. Did you read Where The Wild Things Are when you were little? No. Did you ever had one of those cash register toys? I don’t think so. I honestly didn’t have many toys like that as a kid - my parents weren’t really into the whole plastic tat/toys thing. Do you have a collage of family pictures somewhere in your house? We do not.

How many wooden spoons are in your household? Zero.

Are you excited to go back to school? I finished education twelve years ago and have absolutely zero desire to ever, ever go back lol. Has anyone ever thrown a cup of liquid on you? Not on purpose, but it’s happened by accident before. Have you ever faked sick at school just to go home? Yeah, loads of times ha. Do you always watch something on tv on your home sick days? Yeah, I normally put something like The Simpsons or Friends on in the background and just doze all day. Can you recommend me a book, right now? Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. Are any of your siblings friends like family to you? I don’t have any siblings. Do you prefer colouring with crayons or coloured pencils? Coloured pencils. Do you watch the SuperBowl because you like football? I don’t watch the Super Bowl because it’s not a thing here. Are you sick of all of these people trying to find love on VH1? Ha, how old is this survey? Did you ever watch Beauty and the Geek? No. Do you enjoy cleaning? I wouldn’t say I enjoyed the process of it, but I love the feeling of being “done” and the house being clean and fresh and tidy. Have you read any of Ellen Hopkins’ books? No. They never really “made it” over here I don’t think. Do you even like to read? I do like reading but I’ve found that I don’t really have the attention span for it anymore. When I’m on holiday from work I do read a lot more. If your house was on fire, what would you save? Assuming all my pets were out and safe, then I’d grab my keys, my phone and my bank card. Have you ever pretended to have a good time for the sake of someone else? Yeah, of course. Are you good at understanding baby talk? Sure, I guess so. What wouldn’t you want anybody to steal? Someone’s virginity. What was the last movie that you saw in the theaters? Cats - about four years ago lol. Have you ever gotten your clothes mixed up with your mum’s? No. Do you share clothes with your friends? No. Who was the last person/thing to lick you? Purrlock. Have you ever read one of those PostSecret books? I had about four of them at one point - I think they’re all at my mum’s house. Do you have a favorite Armor For Sleep song? Car Underwater. Can you pat your head and rub your tummy at the same time? Yes. Have you ever changed a babies diaper? Nope. Did you have many baby dolls when you were little? I had two - one named Cathy and another named Rosie. Does the peanut butter or jelly make the sandwich? I’ve never had the combination of both together. I like just peanut butter alone. Have you ever kept a diary? Yeah, I did for a while as a teenager. Is there always a supply of KoolAid in your fridge? We don’t have KoolAid here. What is your favorite show on Nick At Nite? We don’t have that here either. If you had the chance to live anywhere in Europe, where would it be? Switzerland or Norway. Do you have a favorite Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle? Michaelangelo. Are you good at drawing self portraits? No. A plane crashes on the border of Canada. Where do you bury the survivors? You don’t bury survivors. Do you think that you’re good at riddles? Generally I’m not actually, but that wasn’t really a riddle lol. Trix or Cheerios? We don’t have Trix here but Cheerios are pretty good. Saying that, I’ve not bought any for years now.

[dankusner]

Kathy Griffin’s voice in comedy won’t be silenced by Trump trauma, ageism or destroyed vocal cords

Red headed woman in a pink jumpsuit standing in her home shrugging

A portrait photo shoot of Kathy Griffin at her home in Malibu. Her latest stand-up tour “My Life on the PTSD-List,” reaches the Wiltern Theatre on Wednesday, Sept. 18

Kathy Griffin has her voice back.

Recently, a new implant in her left vocal cord has fixed the squeaky whisper marring her speech for four years.

“It’s a freaking miracle,” Griffin says.

Her original voice is back in a broader sense, too.

“Honey, it’s been a rough few years,” the Grammy-winning comic, actor, producer, best-selling author and activist elaborates, “the Trump thing, the cancer, the divorce.”

The 2017 “Trump thing” (holding a severed Trump mask covered in ketchup) included being investigated by the government, placement on the national No Fly list and being unable to travel for performances. Griffin’s mother passed in March 2020, and a pill addiction led to Griffin’s suicide attempt that June.

After six years away from the stage, Griffin now returns with resilient, new material for her extended “My Life on the PTSD-List” tour, which reaches the Wiltern Theatre on Wednesday, Sept. 18.

The tour name references her Emmy-winning TV series as well as ongoing challenges like staying sober, ignoring death threats, moving past lost CNN deals and committing to therapy for complex PTSD.

Griffin’s comedy remains story-oriented.

Her shows are filled with repeat diehards and locally tailored, including personal roasts of audiences in each city.

She hasn’t had an opener in 25 years, and Griffin still stays onstage for two-plus hours.

Some of her stories take a more serious tone these days.

For example, “a story about how I very seriously tried to take my life, wrote a note, the whole thing, and ended up 5150 psych hold at Cedars.”

Yet for Griffin, the Guinness World Record holder for most comedy specials, celebrity sells.

“And bookend that sh– with a funny story about going to Paris [Hilton’s] house,” she says.

“A funny story about going to Mexico with Sia, where everything went wrong.”

At her home in Malibu, Calif., a week after popping up as a surprise guest on an already jaw-dropping “Barbies” lineup at local L.A. theater Dynasty Typewriter at the Hayworth alongside Rosie O’Donnell, Aparna Nancherla, and Anjelah Johnson-Reyes, a post-recovery Griffin recommends yelling at the TV while watching politics, knowing one’s value and learning how to fight long-term in the face of inequality.

Woman sitting on the floor under natural light of a skylight “Never in my born days did I think that this little lady from Forest Park, Ill. would be able to live in Malibu, look at the ocean and run in fear from Mel Gibson,” Griffin says. (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) What did the process of having your voice repaired entail, and how has the recovery process been?

I was getting shots every six months where I had to go under general [anesthesia] and they would shoot in a collagen-like substance, which would fatten my left vocal cord. My right one was moving, and my left one was dead. Once again, my mortal enemies — middle-aged white heterosexual men — those f— let me go around, show business with a voice [squeaks] like this!

I could cry thinking about it. It was so awful for almost four years. Finally the singer Sia, she’s one of my besties, she’s like, “Oh, no no no. There is a female surgeon whose name is Dr. Anca Barbu.” Sia’s singing coach is a woman named Amy Chapman. And Amy works for Barbu. I know I’m being a bitter b—, but I just find it very hard to believe that “Oh, well this old white guy cured this celebrity. And this one made it so Ozzy [Osbourne] can sing again. And this one brought this singer back to life. And blah, blah, blah.” I could have gotten this the day after my cancer surgery!

When they took out half of my left lung, they injured me so severely that they killed my left vocal cord for life. I currently still have an aperture, which means a tear above my cords. You can still see the scar. I just had the surgery five weeks ago and then I had to be on two weeks vocal rest, which was living hell. But it has been such a game changer. It’s a mood lifter. Now I like to yell at the TV screen. Last night during that very emotional Harris/Walz rally, I got to yell at the screen like other good solid Democrats.

My house isn’t on the beach, but it’s a water view. And I find that very comforting. When I was coming back from the lung-cancer surgery or this one where I had to be quiet, just looking at the water was big time. Never in my born days did I think that this little lady from Forest Park, Ill. would be able to live in Malibu, look at the ocean and run in fear from Mel Gibson.

Your material on this “My Life on the PTSD-List” tour hadn’t been political. Did that change after the Trump assassination attempt and Vice President Kamala Harris entered the presidential race?

I don’t mention Trump in the new show. It’s not that I am afraid to, honestly. I did a whole tour about that incident, and I made a documentary called “Kathy Griffin: A Hell of a Story.” You can see it free on Amazon because no one, I mean no one, would distribute it because I’m a toxic terrorist who’s on the No Fly list.

But I really, really hope to get a special with this material. I think it’s ageism and sexism. These dudes getting specials, they don’t know what it’s like to play Carnegie. I don’t mean to sound like a braggart, but I think I should have a special. It’s kind of appalling that there are still so many male heterosexual executives that are my age or older that are secret Trumpers, and they own everything. What people don’t know, and what I’m not afraid to say even though it gets me in trouble, is that five old white guys, most of whom are Trumpers, control every bit of media we consume.

I don’t think people understand that nothing’s changed. It’s still the boys club, especially when it comes to stand-up. I’m just shocked, because that’s the conversation Joan Rivers and I used to have right up until she passed away. She said she had that conversation with Phyllis Diller, and I’m sure Phyllis had it with Totie Fields, and her with Moms Mabley. It’s still like that.

Woman holding her dog on a set of indoor steps “I really, really hope to get a special with this material,” Griffin says of her latest tour. “I think it’s ageism and sexism. These dudes getting specials, they don’t know what it’s like to play Carnegie. I don’t mean to sound like a braggart, but I think I should have a special.” (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) Yet the benefit of your own theater tour means your demographics and audiences can still come directly to you. You have the opportunity to be much more intimate and revealing with them and to go anywhere, talk about anything with them. There’s no machinery or anyone else in the way.

At 63, if I had to go back and play clubs, I would retire. Yeah, it’s heaven. And I purposely do a long show because I’m so used to doing specials. I’ve done 21 specials, which certainly no guy has, living or dead of any level, not even close. And I have a Grammy for best comedy special. I’m one of only four women to this day in the entire history of the Grammys. I keep thinking they’re going to eventually have to get a little bit better. But once you’re 63, it’s a whole other level. The ageism almost takes the place of the sexism. So yes, women are for sure getting more opportunities, but how many women can you name over 60 that really are at this level? Four?

I have asked countless of my straight bro friends, “Okay, it’s a bro weekend. You and your bros want to go see a comedy show, but you don’t want to go to a club. You want to see somebody with a name. Would it ever occur to you, you and your bro friend, to go see me, Chelsea, Sarah Silverman, Wanda?” And every single one of them said, “To be honest, Kath, no. We want to see Chappelle, Rock, Mulaney.” It’s like, “Oh, it’s didn’t even occur to me to think of a girl.” I don’t know how to fight that. So I keep saying it, even though my agents and managers hate when I say that.

How have you gone about fostering those kind of connections and opportunities that work towards creating that kind of change?

When I was blacklisted, I was like, “Okay, how do you make new friends when you’re 57?” And then I thought about the salons I used to go. I was trained by two women on how to have them: Sue Mengers, the first female, really big power agent, and my dear friend Gloria Vanderbilt.

Mengers said you have to cast them. So I put the introvert next to the extrovert. I separate couples. I have somebody like Meredith Lynch, who’s just starting stand-up, but also is an expert on private equity. Some folks stuck by me like the beautiful Aubrey Plaza, who brought me a casserole two days after the Trump thing. Not everybody dumped me, but it was a lot. These salons became just a way for me to talk to people, and listen to people. Something magical happens when you put your phones away and you just share a meal. We joke around a lot, but we talk about substantial sh—.

There’s something about that environment. People get vulnerable. They talk about stuff that they wouldn’t talk about if it was a cocktail party with 30 people milling around. I used to do two a year, and now I’m trying to do one a month. The first one I had was for a guest of honor named Sidney Poitier. I had two for Dylan Mulvaney. I also had two for E. Jean Carroll, because everybody wants to meet Jean. I tend to try to pick a guest of honor that’s typically a woman who’s been through the fire in some way, shape or form.

Woman standing in her home wearing pink jumpsuit “I do my shows for the people that buy the tickets. And so far, literally every show, I’ve gotten a standing ovation, by the way,” Griffin says. “I know a lot of it is because of the cancer, but I don’t care. I’ll take it!” (Jason Armond/Los Angeles Times) The new tour and new material represents a point of culmination and healing for you, and a new beginning both professionally and in your personal life. Are there new goals that you’ve set for yourself once the tour is over?

When the tour’s over, I’m back on the breadline, honey. I don’t have one goddamn offer. I’m a grinder. It’s been like that my whole life. I’ve never been a turner-downer. I f— say yes to the opening of an envelope.

But the truth of the matter is, I’ve been doing this for so long, I get a lot of repeat business. I’m very lucky in that way, because my fans know I’m going to give them new s— every time. Just in these first 40 cities, I’ve done shows that are two hours and 30, 40 minutes.

I’m not shortchanging those tickets. Those tickets aren’t cheap. I’m fearful people would think that health-wise, I’m not up to it anymore. And that’s not the case, especially since the implant. So I am still there.

I do my shows for the people that buy the tickets. And so far, literally every show, I’ve gotten a standing ovation, by the way. I know a lot of it is because of the cancer, but I don’t care. I’ll take it!

[lesbianeurydices]

its a sad song but we keep singing even so...... it’s a old song, it’s an old tale, and we’re gonna sing it again and again....... spring will come again..... a love song.... for anyone who tries.................. Hadestown is about a lot of things but it is, maybe most foundationally, about the inherent worth in trying and the power that song and storytelling has to change the world, even if its a small world, even  if that world is just one person, even if the ending is “tragic”.................. i have a lot of thoughts that i can’t really articulate without quoting the entire show itself, but, like, how important and how lovely that hadestown is reopening tonight after so long and how powerful its going to be, that first retelling.................... we’re gonna sing it again........

[fortuositywritings]

I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 5

Pt 1,  Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, House Map

Summary: Movie theater, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, and the county fair

“We can come back to get the rest. I don’t understand why you’re doing that.”

Wanda watches you struggle trying to carry everything you brought from the store but two bags that Wanda herself is carrying. 

“Because, my young Padawanda, it is one of the most important rules of the Jedi Code. One must never make a second trip to the car lest he be a nerd.”

“Oh my gosh! Have you seen Star Wars?” You and Wanda turn your heads towards the porch where Sam and Peter reside. Peter runs down to you in excitement. “Which ones have you seen?”

“Only like all of them!” you answer, just as excited as Peter to have someone else here who likes the movies. Laura finds them boring, Clint thinks they’re too long, and Nat says she’s not a child. You tried watching them with Cooper and Lila but they fell asleep halfway through. So no one can blame you for getting excited. Unfortunately, the little bounce that accompanied your answer causes a few things to slip from your arms, but Peter, given his incredible reflexes, catches them all before they touch the ground. “The force is strong with this one,” you tell him.

“And a second trip is what makes you a nerd.” Sam mumbles under his breath on his way over to help by taking the bags from Wanda. “What’s on your neck?” He asks her. Her hand flies up to her neck only to find it sticky.

“It’s what happens when you mess with a Jedi,” you answer for her in a silly voice making Peter laugh. You also make Wanda blush as she recalls how it happened, but you don’t see this since you and Peter are already making your way to the house. Sam, however, does notice Wanda’s face and recognizes that look, leaving him stumped. Wanda only snaps out of her trance when the door closes behind you and Peter. 

“I don’t get it,” he says to Wanda. “What is it about her? Is it the confidently flirty but still kind of geeky thing that does it for you ladies?”

Wanda, embarrassed at being caught, heads to the house ignoring Sam’s questions. She can still hear him as he yells after, “Don’t walk away! I need to know if nerds are the thing now!”

Sam catches her in the kitchen along with you and Peter putting things you bought where they’re meant. Instead of asking Wanda anything, he turns his questions to you and Peter, who you all find out has a girlfriend now. Sam guesses his “nerds are in” theory correct based on that and soon he is agreeing to watch Star Wars with you, Peter, and Wanda. He threw Wanda a subtle wink when neither you nor Peter were looking as if to say ‘you’re welcome’ for including her in those plans. Clint, coming in from the side door, catches the ending of that conversation and groans. 

“No! Laura! Peter and Y/N found an interest they can both be annoying about,” he goes to complain to his wife. Later though, he as well as everyone else joins you to watch the movie. You and Peter thoroughly answer all of Sam and Pietro’s questions and hush everyone at your favorite parts, mouthing the lines along with the scene. Wanda ends up not watching the movie anymore but watching you and she begins to wonder if maybe Sam was right.

***

“How much longer?” you find yourself asking the next morning trying not to sound as out of breath as you are. You’ve been jogging for you don’t know how long now but it feels way longer than what Nat had promised it would be when she woke you up at six in the morning.

“Another mile,” she answers, no sign of struggle in her voice as if this is a cakewalk. You suppose it is for her since she’s had to slow down numerous times for you to catch up.

“Another mile?!”

“Hey, you said you would keep up today,” Nat reminds you.

“You know you can’t trust anything I say during my haven’t-had-caffeine-yet hours. Don’t I get points for trying?”

“Like your little green friend says, ‘Do or do not, there is no try’,” Nat retorts.

“I knew you were paying attention last night!” You increase your pace to jog beside her. “You can act too tough to like Star Wars all you want around everyone else, but I’ll always know the truth.” You can see her shake her head from the corner of your eye. You don’t say anything for a moment, but being one who cannot let the quiet linger too long, as Tanya would attest to, you speak up. “So, how’s your little green friend doing?”

You turn your head for a second to show Nat you were genuinely looking for an answer and in the next she’s practically running away from you. She went fast but not quick enough for you to miss the little redness creeping up on her cheeks. You have never in your years of knowing her seen her blush before. You have seen her sweat after a sparring match with Clint, get a bit of a sunburn, and get so angry she looked like she would pop a vein, but not one of those times were her cheeks turning a rosy color. Aww, Romanov’s in love. Once you’ve come to that conclusion, you go to tease her. Wait, where did she go?

“You asshole!” You yell at Nat who you finally find casually leaning on the car door watching you storm up to her. It took you an hour to find the car after losing the trail you were on trying to find Natasha. She doesn’t even flinch as she reaches over and pulls a twig out of your hair. “What happened to you?”

“You left me!” You huffed, walking around to the passenger side while Nat got in the driver seat unfazed. Truth be told, after 30 minutes without any sign of Nat, you thought she was putting you through some kind of test. You were getting paranoid, so it’s not surprising you took a tumble when you swiftly tried to avoid an attack from what turned out to be a squirrel running up a tree. But you’ll just keep that to yourself forever.

You head straight to the shower when you get to the house ignoring the morning greetings from those you pass on the way. “What’s up with her?” Sam asks Nat in the living room. “She hasn’t had her caffeine yet.”

You let the shower wash away your moodiness which, you can admit to yourself alone, stemmed for the most part from embarrassing yourself. Afterwards, you head to the kitchen ready to eat whatever everyone had for breakfast, but come up empty. You guess they’d finished all of it if the plates and pan left out to dry say anything. You open the fridge looking for something to eat. Maybe there is something in there you can heat up. Unlike Laura, Wanda, and self proclaimed chef Pietro, you cannot cook to save your life. 

“What’s cooking, good looking?” Speak of the devil. Maybe he can make you something? You know all it would take is some batting of the eyelashes and a compliment. No, Wanda said no. But there is nothing in the fridge to heat up and you were hungry. Wanda would surely understand it was for the greater good, right? Already breaking the first rule, I see.

Caught red handed, you look over Pietro’s shoulder to see Wanda walking into the kitchen to join you two. She’s raising her eyebrows at you waiting for an answer. 

“Okay, new rule,” you say. Pietro is confused at what he assumes is your response until he sees that you aren’t talking to him. “No more reading my mind,” you say sternly, pointing at Wanda. 

Pietro smirks. “Yeah, I don’t need you to hear what goes on Y/N’s mind when she is thinking about me,” he says to Wanda. Both you and Wanda roll your eyes. “Sam is asking for you outside,” is all she says to him and off he goes with a groan.You groan as well, the chance of getting someone to make you food leaving with him.

“You could have just asked me, you know?” Wanda says, leaning against the sink. 

“I thought I said no mind reading,” you remind her. She chuckles when you close the refrigerator door and hit your head against it in defeat.

“I wasn’t,” she defends. “I was serious when I said he can’t cook. I may have saved you from food poisoning.”

“Maybe, but I would have been full and happy for a moment. Since you chased away my shot at food, I think you should make it up to me by making me some breakfast,” you try, leaning against the fridge.

“Oh? I should, should I?” You nod confidently thinking it might just work, but she tears that thought away when she continues, “Cause I remember you still needing to make it up to me when you didn’t buy the ice creams.”

You frown, “I thought you’d forgotten about that.” She smiles, with nose scrunch and all, shaking her head. “Fine, you want to go to the fair? I’ll take you to the fair tomorrow!”

“A fair? I want to go!” you hear Cooper shout. He is coming in through the back door with Lila who looks just as excited and with Nat who does not. You ignore Nat’s face when you tell Cooper that you can all go to the fair. He and Lila run off in excitement to tell the others. Nat glares at you as she takes a seat at the kitchen table. 

“See,” you turn to Wanda. “Now I have to take you for sure. Make me some food now, please,” you beg her, drawing out the word please. She squints her eyes like she’s thinking about it and then, “Only because you asked so nicely.” 

“Thank you,” you throw her a huge smile at which Wanda rolls her eyes.

“But if you are going to be here,” she says pushing you away from the fridge, “you are going to help. You’ve got to learn how to cook for yourself.” And you do just that. You nod along intently listening to all her instructions, not wanting to miss a thing. Sometimes you’d interrupt to make a joke and when one is about her brother, she playfully punches you. You are so immersed in your little bubble, you forget Nat is not too far away watching your interaction with curiosity. She has you try the food first and you could almost moan. You notice a blush creeping up on Wanda’s face and suddenly she’s avoiding your eyes.The food is so good and you were so hungry that maybe you did let out a little noise of satisfaction. Before you could say anything, another voice interrupts, “What’s this I hear about a fair?”

You turn slowly recognizing the tone your cousin uses. It’s the who-made-these-plans-without-asking-me-first tone. You smile at Laura, mouth full of food. You see Nat point at you but Laura was already looking at you. “Yeah, I think she knows it was me, Natasha.”

***

A few uneventful hours go by and you are bored out of your mind. You have a sudden urge to go out seeing as the sun was still shining. You pull out your phone having an idea of what to do to kill some time. You scroll through your phone to see what movies are playing at the only movie theater in town. You see that the next showing is for a horror movie. 

“Do you like scary movies?” you turn to the group playing Uno in the living room. Pietro gets up in excitement when you mention going to the movie theater. Sam agrees to come as well and drags Peter out the door when Peter wants to stay claiming it’s to keep the kids company. You are about to head out with everyone but you notice Wanda still sitting on the couch. You wait for her to get up when Pietro says, “Yeah, good luck with that. She’s too chicken to watch scary movies.”

Wanda, offended, gets up quickly from the couch, “Am not. I just think they’re boring.”

“Sure,” Pietro chuckles as he heads out the door.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to,” you tell her. You think she is going to stay, but she starts heading out the door to the car. 

“You sure that’s not enough butter, Y/N?” Peter asks you when he sees how much butter he’s already put in the bucket at your insistence. He can feel some of it through the bucket already. 

“Fine, that’s good. You grab some napkins. I’ll hold the bucket,” you tell him after you see his eyebrows scrunch. You all go to the designated room and pick a row to sit in having pretty much any seat you want since it was practically empty. You sit down next to Peter and notice Pietro’s eyes falling to the empty seat on your other side. He aims to sit next to you but his sister who was sitting next to Peter before beats him to it. He throws her a confused look as he shuffles his way down to sit in her abandoned seat. “Real subtle there, Wanda,” you say, amused more than anything.

“I can see the screen better from here.” You let her bad excuse slide and turn to the screen as the movie begins to play. Between you, Peter, and Pietro, the popcorn is gone in record time. The jumpscares begin halfway through the movie. Peter holds the empty bucket as a safety blanket which you find adorable. You don’t even know if Wanda is watching the movie. She’s got her eyes somewhat hidden behind her fingers. You want to tease her, so you reach to take her fingers away from her face, but another jumpscare happens and she takes your hand in her free one. You feel her squeeze the life out of your hand in anticipation of another jumpscare. 

Your palm begins to sweat and you start to feel uncomfortable with all the butter on your fingers, so you slip your hand out from hers. She turns to you in question. “Sorry, my hand’s full of butter,” you whisper. She reaches over you to ask Peter something. Without a word, she leans back in her seat with napkins in her hand and cleans all the butter off your hand before taking it in hers once more, this time interlacing your fingers. She turns her focus back to the movie. You feel you should just do the same, so you follow her actions. You let her hold your hand for the rest of the movie until the lights come back up.

Wanda shouldn’t have watched that movie. It is much too dark in the bedroom. It is much too quiet. She can hear Nat’s soft breathing from beside her. The silhouettes of various items around the room are creeping her out. She doesn’t think she is going to be sleeping any time soon. Maybe some tea will help. She gets up quietly trying not to wake Nat, but when she’s at the door, Nat asks, “Where are you going?”

“The bathroom,” Wanda lies easily. She’d rather not let Nat know that she couldn’t sleep because of some scary movie. What kind of superhero would that make her? As she heads downstairs, she wonders if you were still awake. She turns down the hallway to peek into the living room and sure enough you were still awake watching television. She walks over to you behind the couch. “What are you watching?” she asks. You feel your soul leave your body not having heard her approach. She giggles as she walks around to sit next to you. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, just warn a girl next time.” She turns her attention to the show. “It’s Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It’s really good. I used to watch it with Laura when she would babysit while my mom was at work. Some of the jokes I wouldn’t even understand but I’d laugh ‘cause she was laughing,” you reminisce. 

“You and her are very close.”

“Yeah, well, she’s practically the only family I have. My mom passed not so long ago and seeing as there was never a dad in my family picture, my aunt and uncle took me in. I don’t have any siblings and neither does Laura so, she’s kind of it.” You add, “Well, apart from Clint, Nat, and the kids of course.”

Another two scenes go by on the show before you ask, “Did you have a nightmare or could you not fall asleep?”

Wanda looks down embarrassed so you add, “I promise I’m not teasing. I’m just asking.”

“I couldn’t sleep. It was too quiet and dark and Natasha was already asleep, so I thought I would come down here,” she replies.

“Oh, so you thought I would definitely put you to sleep. Wow, I don’t see how this friendship is going to work if you think I bore you to sleep,” you tease. Upon seeing her tired smile, you take pity and pat your thighs and gesture for her to lie down. “Come here.”

When she lays her head on your lap, you begin running your fingers through her hair. You hear her yawn and a few minutes later you find her sound asleep. Careful not to wake her, you reach over to the blanket you were meant to use on you and throw it over her body instead. Another two episodes play before you fall asleep.

***

You wake up once again with a sore neck and you feel that your body might be as well, but when you remember the reason, you don’t find it in yourself to complain. You look around prepared to see Nat in gym clothes holding a coffee cup but you find the living room empty apart from you and Wanda. You look out the window and see the sun is barely about to rise. Surprised to have woken up before anyone else, you decide to make the most of it but you are quickly sidetracked getting distracted by Wanda’s sleeping form. “I can feel you staring,” she says, her voice husky which you try hard not to find attractive. She turns her head to look up at you with sleepy eyes. “Friends don’t do that.”

“I was not staring. I was admiring,” you respond. “And friends can admire their friends.”

“Well mine don’t the way you do.” 

“Ain’t that a shame.” You boop her nose with your finger making her scrunch her nose.

“They do, however, let me sleep,” she jokes. She turns her head back as if she was to go back to sleep and you decide this might be the best time to get up. You gently lift her head from your lap and swivel your body off the couch. “Where are you going?” she whines, when you place a pillow under her head.

“I am going to wake Nat up for once in my life,” you reply with determination. You stretch and shake your legs trying to get the feeling back in them.

“Good luck with that,” is the last thing Wanda says before closing her eyes and going back to sleep. You head to the kitchen to start the coffee pot and then make your way upstairs. Luckily, the door was left open so you don’t make any noise on your way in. You tiptoed your way to Natasha and bent down so your face was eye level to hers. You honestly can’t believe you’ve made it this far since she is the lightest sleeper. This is the spy they chose for the Avengers? You giggle to yourself imagining the face Nat is going to make when you scare her. Oh, if they could see her now…they would be satisfied with their choice, you think as you try to choke out, “Uncle. Uncle.” Nat somehow has you in a choke hold and you are tapping furiously on her arm. Once she realizes it’s you she lets go.

“Y/N, what the hell! I could have hurt you!” she yells at you as you’re coughing. You stare at her unbelievably, rubbing at your neck, and once you can speak again you say, “Then what was this to you? Some light foreplay?”

Once you both settle down, she realizes you were up before her. You take some exercise attire out for yourself from your luggage. You might not like to exercise but gym clothes are sure comfy to lie around in. “You gotta keep up, Natasha. You don’t want the boss man to catch you slacking. Oh, I’m also making coffee so don’t worry about that.”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing. You smile in turn. “I don’t know what you mean. I’ll catch you downstairs.”

You leave her to change and head downstairs with your clothes. You go to the kitchen first and make two cups of coffee. Then you go to the restroom to change. After she finishes changing, Nat goes to the kitchen and sees you were not kidding. Natasha takes her cup of coffee to the living room as she always does and finds Wanda asleep on the couch. She sighs as things start adding up. She guesses this is the reason for the lack of a grumpy attitude from you so early in the morning. She wants to say something but Nat would rather take a motivated Y/N over Y/N complaining every five minutes on their hike. So, she doesn’t say anything for now.

You actually keep up with Nat this time and to top it off you don’t talk too much like you always do. Nat thinks it’s because you're in a good mood giving you motivation, but the reason for keeping her pace and keeping quiet is your fear she’ll leave you again if you say something to set her off and lose her like yesterday. Nat even goes as far as giving you a compliment at the end. Well, semi-compliment, but her “Not too bad, Y/N”s are few and far between so you return to the house feeling proud of yourself.

This time you’re the one saying good morning to everyone when you enter. You see a few of them still eating breakfast in the kitchen. You hope there will still be leftovers by the time you come back down after showering. Knowing how some of the guys eat, it is going to have to be a quick shower. Laura sees you eyeing the food and says, “Don’t worry, we saved you a plate.” And here you thought Wanda was the mind reader. “Wanda told us you were grumpy yesterday from not catching breakfast so we made sure to make more.” That explains it. You smile, happy someone kept you in mind. Now you can shower in peace. You thank her and head upstairs.

“You saw that, right?” Laura turns to Clint and Nat who walked in not too long before you left.

“She’s been like that all morning. Not one ‘Are we done yet?’ or ‘Why do you hate me, Natasha?’ on our hike,” Nat replies in a hushed tone as if it’s so unlike you to be agreeable in the morning. 

“Do you think it has anything to do with a certain somebody?” Laura felt the need to ask.

“Well she didn’t just find a love for exercise,” Nat sarcastically says.

Clint sighs, “Do you think we have to talk to her again?” 

Nat goes to respond, but Laura cuts off whatever Nat was going to say, “No, if anyone is going to talk to her, it’s me. And it’s not going to be some crappy ‘no dating’ rule type of conversation. You two are great when it comes to getting someone to talk with your intimidation, but save that for your job, which speaking of, Wanda is your coworker, so you may want to talk to her as well if you had to talk to Y/N because last I remember it takes two to tango.”

Nat and Clint stare at Laura in shock, embarrassment and guilt rightfully taking over their bodies. “Are we clear?” Laura asks them though it’s more of a statement leaving no room for argument. 

“Yes.” “Yeah.”

Upstairs, you make your way to the guest room to grab some clothes. Wanda is sitting on the bed reading her book. She is still dressed in her pyjamas, which makes you smile. The sound of her turning the page shakes you from your thoughts and saves you from staring a bit too long. Wanda smirks without bothering to look away from her book and you know she caught you.

“Morning, I’m just gonna get some clothes,” you explain as you move to where your bag is. Wanda speaks up while you zip your duffle closed, “I’m sorry for bothering you last night.”

“Come on, Wanda. You could never be a bother,” you say sincerely, giving her a smile that she shyly returns. “Alright, the shower is calling my name.”

“Yeah, I can hear it screaming,” she jokes and laughs when you take mock offense, “Hey!” She goes back to reading when she sees you heading out the door but you call her attention once more, “Oh! Thanks for telling them to save me a plate.”

“Of course,” she replies like it wasn’t even worth mentioning. You nod at her and then go to shower, closing the guest room door behind you.

A few seconds later, the door opens up again and Wanda amusedly says, her eyes never straying from the page she’s reading, “Did the shower call the wrong name?”

“No, it was definitely calling Y/N’s and mine too, I’m sure, but I wanted to talk to you first.”

Wanda’s head diverts to the door at Nat’s voice. 

“And you needed back up for it?” Wanda looks over to Clint who awkwardly stands behind Nat.

Clint clears his throat, “Well it was only fair if Y/N got both of us, you did too.”

Wanda straightens her posture as she places her book beside her. “Ah, so this is about Y/N. I had a feeling.”

Nat and Clint come into the room, Clint closing the door behind him. Nat goes to sit on the end of the bed and Clint stands behind her. “Look, we were wrong to tell Y/N what to do or rather not do. She is an adult and has the right to do whatever she wants, but you have to understand she’s someone who tends to get ahead of herself and we didn’t- we don’t want anyone to get hurt,” Nat starts.

“So you’re saying she is getting ahead of herself with me? That what? Come two weeks, she’ll realize she doesn’t want me?” Wanda starts to get visibly upset.

“No, that’s not what-” Clint tries to speak but Wanda is not done talking. “Even if that was the case, it would be her choice. It would be my choice.”

“Wanda, you are not going to be here in two weeks. You are not going to be here in a few days,” Natasha calmly says trying to reason. “Look, we love Y/N, okay? But she often finds herself making mistakes-”

“So I would just be another mistake? 

“No, you would be a dangerous one,” Nat says trying to get something through to Wanda.

“I would never hurt her.”

“No, maybe not intentionally,” Nat continues, and when Wanda looks like she is going to argue, Clint interrupts, “Wanda, just let her finish.” Wanda takes a breath to calm herself down and then nods for Natasha to carry on.

“Being in our lives more than she has to could get her hurt. Even this morning, I hurt her when she was probably just trying to play some stupid prank. Being around us is dangerous. Why do you think Clint kept all this a secret,” Nat motions around the room. “Why do you think I was so upset about her and Yelena? Why do you think we haven’t said anything to Y/N before? Those other girls aren’t you. Those other girls aren’t Yelena. I don’t even know where she is right now. We live different lives. Say things do work out with Y/N. Much like I don’t know where my sister is, there will be times she won’t have a clue where you are or if you’re okay. When Clint and I say we don’t want anyone to get hurt, it goes both ways.”

“Wan, have you seen my blue shirt with the buttons?” Pietro storms into the room like a man on a mission, not even bothering to acknowledge Nat and Clint are in the room as well. “I know I packed it.” Not until he reads the hurt in Wanda’s eyes does he read the room and like the protective sibling he is, he is quick to get defensive. “What’s happening here?”

Her brother’s interruption could not have come at a better time. Wanda didn’t know how to respond to Nat’s explanation. She was feeling herself choke up, Vision’s voice springing in her head again. She’s happy to have Pietro here so willing to jump in to defend her but she doesn’t want to drag him into it, so she clears her throat and says, “Nothing. We were just talking.” He still looks unsure, so she gets up from the bed and offers, “I’ll help you look for it.” Her eyes plead for him to let it go. Luckily, he does and heads out the door.  Clint and Nat watch Pietro leave and Wanda stop by the door. “You don’t have to worry. Y/N made it clear to me that we’re just friends,” she says in defeat, then turns to follow her brother.

“Well, that went well,” Clint says sarcastically. 

Wanda spends the next two hours helping Sam, Peter, and Pietro get ready. She helps Sam pick an outfit first seeing as he was the first to shower. She has to pry one of Peter’s t-shirts from his hands saying he’s twice Peter’s size and he cannot pull the nerdy look. She helps Peter next. It’s mostly just styling his hair he needs help with. At last she helps her brother after having knocked on the bathroom door four different times telling him to hurry up. 

“How does the one with superspeed take an hour in the shower?” Sam asks rhetorically. Sam, Wanda, and Peter are on the bed in Cooper’s room watching Pietro straighten out his shirt.

“Hey, it takes time to look this good,” Pietro says as he fixes his collar. All three of them nearly roll their eyes. “Do you think Y/N will like this shirt?”

“Yeah, if it was on Wanda, maybe,” Sam snorts. Peter holds back a chuckle while Wanda tries not to react. 

“You look nice,” Wanda says, not wanting to tear down her brother’s confidence. Everyone’s attention is drawn to the closed door when someone knocks. They hear you ask if you can come in. Pietro responds, “One second.” He goes to lean against Cooper’s desk casually and all three on the bed try really hard not to laugh. Peter has to shove his face in a pillow. “Okay, come in.”

You let yourself into the room, your eyes falling on Wanda immediately. “Not that you don’t look nice in them, but do you really plan on wearing your pjs to the fair?” you tease her. “I mean, you’ll for sure be turning heads, if that’s the plan.” 

She replies, “I was waiting on the shower. Someone was taking their time.” She points her head in Pietro’s direction who gives you a nod in acknowledgement and a “‘sup?” Sam’s mouth forms a line trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Peter’s face stays hidden behind the pillow but you can see from the side of his neck his face was getting red. You feel like you walked in at the wrong time given everyone’s behavior. You tell Wanda, “You might want to hurry. Clint says we’re leaving soon.” With that you turn to leave wondering what you had walked in on. 

When you shut the door, everyone in Cooper’s room excluding Pietro bursts out laughing.

“What the hell was that, man?” Sam asks between fits of laughter.

Peter gets up and leans against the desk to mimic Pietro, “‘Sup?” Everyone laughs again, Pietro leaning over to slap Peter in the back of the head.

***

They take the family car and Nat’s car to the fair. Sam and Peter ride with Nat while the rest of you ride with Clint driving. As you wait in line to buy tickets, you lean over Wanda’s shoulder, who is standing right in front of you with her back to you, and say “I meant to say this earlier but you look nice.”

She smiles and then turns around to face you as you take a step back. She jokes, “I thought I looked good in my pyjamas but someone implied it wasn’t appropriate for the fair.”

“Oh definitely not appropriate. It was way too sexy. We couldn’t have that around the children,” you reply making her giggle.

“You don’t look too bad either,” she returns the earlier compliment, taking in your outfit as you shuffle forward with the rest of the line. “Your outfit is very nice.”

“Oh, this. I just threw it together.” No, you didn’t. You took your time with it. “But thanks,” you wave her off. When you reach the ticket stand, you rush in front of Clint to pay for yours, Wanda’s, Laura’s, Nat’s, and the kids’ tickets. You explain to him when you are all walking together that you kind of owed Wanda for something and you were the one who promised to take the kids here much to Nat and Laura’s displeasure so you kind of owed them too. 

You make it inside the fairgrounds. A giant banner that reads “WESTVIEW COUNTY FAIR!” greets you overhead. Everyone gets excited upon seeing the banner and all the lights in the background. Well, everyone but Nat and Laura, Nat not ever a big fan of fairs and Laura not a fan of taking care of kids at a fair. Out of all the lights shining on the fairgrounds, your favorite is the one shining through Wanda’s eyes as she takes everything in with wonder. 

“So what do you want to do first?” you ask her.

She turns to you and almost looks embarrassed. “I don’t know. I’ve never been to a fair.”

“What?” you ask in shock. She shrugs not knowing what else she could say. “Well, it’s settled then. We are not leaving until you get the whole experience. Let’s go buy some wristbands for the rides. We are going on every single one.” Her eyes widen and the wonder in them from earlier shifts into nervousness. “It’ll be fun, come on,” you reassure as you drag her to another line, leaving everyone else behind. 

You and Wanda get on every ride but the ferris wheel telling her you have to leave that one for last. You even ride some twice, but you get hungry and ask Wanda if she wants to eat yet. She agrees that she could take a break for food. You try various things the fair offers wanting Wanda to try everything. “You Americans like to fry anything you can,” she comments as she takes another bite of her fried oreo. She hums as she finishes it off. “I understand why,” she says, making you laugh. 

You spot Laura and Nat sitting at a table near the stage where some band is playing music. You and Wanda head on over. Soon everyone regroups there, finishing off the food they bought and watching people dance. Clint pulls Laura to dance with him. You all sit at the table watching them with a smile when someone obstructs your view of them. You look up to see a tall guy in a black cowboy hat smiling down at Wanda beside you offering his hand out asking her to dance. She looks at you, unsure of what to say. You give her a smile that admittedly took you a second to form and nod encouragingly for her to accept. She smiles politely at him and takes his hand. You watch them dance, your eyes only ever straying when you see Wanda going to look at you. You watch when he leans down to tell her something in her ear and she laughs. You wonder what he told her that was so funny. Your eyes roam over him. He’s handsome, you’ll give him that. He has a nice face, good posture. You note he is also respectful with his hand placement when dancing, so you can appreciate that. It seems like Westview County has their own Steve Rodgers. The thought bugs you.

Someone blocks your view once again, only this time you are kind of thankful for it. You look up to see Pietro asking you to dance. “Why not?” you say, wanting to do anything rather than stare at Wanda dancing with some guy. He pulls you to the dance floor. You enjoy your time dancing with Pietro though you get dizzy from how quickly he spins you. You’re a little disappointed your dance is cut short when Lila taps your arm asking if she can dance with Pietro. You smile at her saying of course she can. With your distraction gone to dance with Lila, your eyes search for Wanda once more but you cannot seem to find her. You feel someone grab your hand and you are spun into that someone’s arms. Your eyes fall to familiar green ones and you smile, “Smooth moves, Maximoff.”

“Thank you,” she says with a smile as she starts to sway with you to the music. “You let me dance with a stranger.”

“You’re dancing with me now and we were strangers not so long ago,” you rebuttal. 

“But at least we know each other’s names.”

“Did you not get his name?” you ask.

“I never asked for it,” Wanda returns simply, shrugging. You find it hard to believe that his name never came up so you say, “That was a lot of talking for him to not have given you a name.”

“You saw us talking? I would not have guessed you were paying attention. Every time I looked at you, you turned to look away,” she teases you.

You swallow, choking on the embarrassment of getting caught. “Doesn’t matter. His name’s probably Brad or something. He looks like a Brad.”

She laughs then catching on to your tone she asks, “Y/N, are you jealous?” 

“What? Me, jealous?” you ask, astonished. She nods, smiling like she has her answer. “Wanda, I could never be jealous of some Brad. Dance with a Marcus and then maybe, but a Brad? Pfft. No.”

She just laughs and pulls you closer. You let yourself go and dance with her until whatever song the band is playing ends. “Let’s go play some games. I feel like shooting something,” you say, making her laugh loudly. 

Everyone decides to play with you as well so you all head over to the different stands. Nat wins the shooting game, Clint coming in close. He wins the popping the balloons with darts game. They give their prizes to Cooper and Lila. Peter and Sam spend some time with the hammer and bell game; Peter hitting the bell every time garners some attention especially from some girls which frustrates Sam. Pietro wins a fish when he plays ring toss. It seems like everyone but you has been winning something. Even Wanda won a stuffed panda she gave to Lila after playing a water shooting game. You were getting frustrated trying to knock some blocks off a stool. You’ve spent a good $20 on this game already. Wanda catching your frustration decides to help you out. When you are down to your last ball, you try your best to focus and throw the ball. Two of the three blocks fall down. The last one is teetering on the edge. You think you’ve lost but a second later it falls over. You shout with glee. You ask the attendant for the keychain that has the letter W on it.

Wanda watches you with a smile as you approach her. “Thank you for that,” you say, and when she tries to play naive, you continue, “I know you knocked the last block.”

She gives you a sheepish smile. You hold out the keychain to her. “I figure this only rightfully belongs to you. May it proudly hold your keys until you lose it.” She tries to say no but you take her wrist and place the keychain in the palm of her hand. “It has your initial. You have to keep it.”

“I’m pretty sure the W is for Westview County,” she counters.

“A happy coincidence.” You don’t take no for an answer and she finally smiles and thanks you, putting her new keychain away so she doesn’t lose it. You look around to see the others still distracted with the games but you also catch your cousin yawn. You know this means you’re leaving soon so you grab Wanda’s hand and head over to the line for the ferris wheel.

You thank the attendant when he checks you have your belt on and pulls the bar to your lap. The wheel starts turning and when you are midway to the top, it shakes a little as two people get on the final empty cart. The shaking makes Wanda nervous. She grabs your hand almost protectively as her posture turns into one that looks ready for a fight. You turn your palm over to interlace your fingers and rub your thumb on her hand to try to soothe her nerves. “Hey, it’s okay,” you say. She turns to you and you see her irises are red. “They always do this. We’re okay. Just don’t rock the cart and we’ll be good.”

She takes a breath willing herself to relax. The red in her irises fade back to her green. She sits back and the ferris wheel moves again, this time not stopping for people to get on. You keep holding her hand squeezing it from time to time in reassurance. You can see Clint and everyone from the ferris wheel and point them out to Wanda. The only ones to see you are the kids who wave to you. You wave back. 

“Do you come to the fair every year?” Wanda asks.

“Pretty much. There’s not much else to do,” you shrug. She ponders this for a moment and then, “So you’ve brought dates to the fair before, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah?” You say more like a question wondering where she was going with this.

“In the movies, people on dates always kiss on the ferris wheel. Did you kiss them?”

“Wanda,” you say her name but it comes out more like a warning.

“Sorry, I was just wondering,” she mutters, then turns to look back at the fairgrounds. 

“No, I didn’t.” You answer sincerely. She looks back at you. You explain, “The two other people I’ve taken to the fair on a date were too afraid to get on the ferris wheel.”

“You said ‘other’,” she says smiling at you.

You look at her confused. “What?”

“You said ‘the two other people’ meaning other than me. So is this date?” she raises an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face.

“A friendly date,” you say, making her frown. She huffs in defeat letting go of your hand and hold the lap bar instead. The night had been going so well, you didn’t want this one thing to ruin it, so without letting yourself think it over, you wait until you get to the top of the ferris wheel. You lean into her space and look her in the eye to show her you are serious when you say, “Don’t tell Nat or Clint.” She looks confused but the confusion quickly turns into a pleasant surprise when you gently grab her face and lean in to kiss her. It doesn’t last long enough to give her a chance to kiss you back. You pull back with a cheeky smile and say, “I did promise the whole experience.” 

The kiss may have ended too quickly for Wanda but it was long enough for a few people to catch it. One of them being your cousin whose kids were pointing to you and Wanda on the ferris wheel in excitement. She just shook her head in amusement when she saw you kiss Wanda. The other person to catch you was Wanda’s brother who, when seeing you kiss his sister, just whines, “No, Y/N.”

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I'm sorry this took so long. I got sidetracked and then when I started I got stuck and in my true fashion, once I started writing, I couldn't stop and I couldn’t leave you without taking you to the fair. So, I hope the length of the chapter makes up for the wait. Oh, Happy Mother's Day to all the mom's out there doing their best to be good moms! I created a house map of how I picture the inside to look, you know without the fine details.

Next chapter bring your bug spray, you’re going camping.

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[houdinicorbini]

Movie date

Hisirdoux x Gn! Reader

Trigger warnings// fluff

“Come on, Douxie!” You call out to your boyfriend with a playful smile.

“We are going to be late if you don’t hurry!”

“I’m coming!” You heard him yell back with a slight chuckle in his tone.

You were waiting for your fashionably late boyfriend in the doorway of the apartment the two of you shared.

You were kinda curious on why he was taking so long. He doesn’t normally take this long ;especially when it comes to the two of you going on a date.

You were about to say something else when you saw him exit the bedroom with Archie on his shoulder. It was a rather adorable sight actually.

You were always curious on why Archie had glasses but you assumed that it was just a cosmetic and that they weren’t real glasses.

It sounded like he was talking to someone else while he was in there, but you decided to brush it off and not overthink it.

“Are you finally ready?” You asked while prying yourself off of the doorframe you had to wait so long that it felt like you were glued to it.

“Yes I am.” Douxie said before intertwining his fingers with yours. A part of you wanted to pull your hand away as punishment or taking so long, but you also wanted to hold his hand so you let it slide.

“Good, because another two minutes and I would have been walking out by myself.” You said in a joking tone ;even though sometimes it can be difficult to tell when you are joking. You’re glad that he knows you well enough to know when you are joking.

He put his hand on his chest before doing a dramatic gasp. “You would leave us behind just to go and see a movie?” He said with fake shock.

“Yes, especially if you are going to make us late.” You said before giving a him a boop and leading them out the door.

You heard a him chuckle as you continued to take the lead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” You mumbled quietly.

Archie jumped off of his shoulder so the two of you could leave. You didn’t see this but Archie gave Douxie a quick wink before the door was closed.

You two decided to watch a late night movie so it was already well after dark when the three of you finally left.

There weren’t that many people out right now given how late it already was.

You didn’t really mind it though, you sometimes preferred it to be like this instead of the usual sea of people.

When you the theater was in sight you let go of your lover’s hand so you could grab your wallet.

“I thought we agreed I’d pay.” He said as he watched you go ahead and get some money out.

“I changed my mind when you decided to take three hours to get ready.”

“It was not three hours.” He quickly pointed out.

“It definitely felt like it.” You shot back.

Normally the two of you didn’t care who pays, sometimes you’ll goof and “fight” one another to see who can pay first, but you quit your job recently because of the unbearable amount of stress.

So you both decided that it might be best to let Douxie pay for a little bit more lately, though, you still felt incredibly bad for it.

“I don’t mind.” He said while placing his hand on your back. It was though as if he could read your mind, though your face was clearly giving away how you felt right now.

You felt him give you a soft peck on the forehead, as a way to try and reassure you that he didn’t mind.

You let out a small sigh before putting some of the money back into your wallet. “At least let me pay for the snacks and drinks.” You at least wanted to do that.

Douxie chuckled and nodded. “Alright.” He said before giving you one more peck.

After getting to the theater, you two bought your tickets and some snacks before the movie started.

Since you didn’t get there exactly when you wanted so the ads should have already started playing by now. You’d be surprised if they hadn’t started yet.

When you entered the room where your movie was playing, you were surprised to see no one there. “It looks like we have the place to ourselves!” You say excitedly before going up to the top to choose the seats.

Douxie just laughed as he followed you up to the top of the seats, one of the many things he loved about you is how excited you were about some of the smallest of things. It really did bring a smile to his face every time it happened.

He took his seat next to before you gave him his drink and selected snacks because you refused to let him carry any of it.

“Thanks, love.” He said before opening up a bag already. You always smiled when he referred to you with any kind of name like that. Even though you two have been dating for a while, it still made you feel all bubbly and giddy on the inside. Which is why he’ll continue to do it.

Eventually the movie started to play, it was supposed to be a horror/thriller but so far you both have been disappointed.

It’s only halfway done and the both of you are determined to sit it out until the movie is over. Though that might be difficult with how boring the movie is to you.

Douxie could tell by looking at you, he also was getting quite bored with the movie. An idea then popped into his head that brought a smirk to his face.

He brought of the armrest that was dividing the both of you, you assumed he only wanted to get closer so you scooted as much as could to him.

You felt him place his arm around you so he could pull you against him. You were about to cuddle up to him when you gently grabbed your chin so you could look at him.

The light from the movie illuminated his face enough to show him looking at you with gentle eyes, but you also quickly noticed a mischievous smirk.

He slowly leaned in, slow enough so you could back out if this isn’t what you wanted, but you learning and filling the gap had him smiling even more.

You placed both of your hands on his chest and tilted you head slightly so you could deepen the kiss. You definitely thought this was better then the movie.

You suddenly felt a pair of soft and warm hands being placed on both of your cheeks before you were gently pushed all the way back onto the seats.

Douxie was the first one to part, both of his cheeks flushed with a rosy red and he was panting ever so slightly. Though, you assumed you probably didn’t look any different.

As he got closer, you assumed things were about to get escalate even more, but it surprised you when switched positions so now you were laying on top of him.

You felt yourself starting to smile as you cuddled your head into his chest and you could feel his arms wrapping themselves around you once more.

You had to admit, this was nice.

After the movie was finally over, the two of you grabbed your things and headed straight home.

It was a rather enjoyable walk back, wasn’t too hot out, the two of you goofing off while continuing to work on your drinks and snacks. Just a pleasant time overall.

You were about to unlock the door to your apartment when it sounded like you heard that same voice from earlier. But it was like they were screaming.

Douxie seemed to get worried because he grabbed the keys from your hands and immediately opened the door.

It was a rather unbelievable sight, what used to be a cat is now a furry dragon running away from a strange creature you’ve never seen before.

The only reason why you knew it was Archie is because of the same glasses.

You saw Douxie run in and help deal with the creature while you were still there standing in complete and utter shock.

After everything was dealt with, Douxie came back over to you with a worried look. “Y/n, are you alright?”

“Maybe they just need some time, Douxie.” Archie said.

Well this has definitely been a very interesting night.

[madselion]

This is my first writing I’m putting on here

18+ and sexual content warning!!! Minors DNI

There will be more parts continuing the story but i figured I’d put it on here 🫣

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You were very close with the Kiszkas and Danny. The boys all decided to take a trip up to the cabins for a weekend with their S/O

Josh was the only one that didn’t have a s/o and instead of him third wheeling he decided to invite you. You were both purely platonic but you couldn’t help crushing on josh a little with his overly touchy personality and his flirtatious smile. But you knew it was nothing more than a friendship

You eagerly accepted the invite and figured out details. He said everyone was meeting up at the cabin and that you two would drive together. The drive was about 3 hours. It seemed the most intimidating thing about the weekend was going to be the drive. You won’t be able to just leave if things get awkward and you know josh will talk off your ear the entire time

You suggested a couple of fun pit stops that might be worth while. Particularly a really fun thrift store that you always stop by on your way through the small town. He agreed as usual and you anticipated the trip

The trip was a Thur-Monday trip. It was the Tuesday before and you started to get your laundry cleaned and organized so you had options

It was the tail end of spring so you knew it would be warm. You wanted to pack a variety of clothes. But when you went to pack your bra and underwear you thought about bringing some Lacey sets. You shook your head in confusion of why you would need that but thought to yourself “fuck it might as well”.

You started getting anxious in anticipation for the trip. You kept imagining what type of conversation you’d get into with josh while driving up. You were nervous about weather the leather seats would be comfortable and if the AC would hit you well enough so you wouldn’t overheat and get rosy. Everything was making you anxious to think about

It was the morning of. You knew josh wouldn’t be up for a while so you went to his place to get him up and going

You stopped and got coffee on the way and got josh his usual 3 espresso shots and a hot chai tea. You pulled up to his apartment and walked to his apartment. You knocked first with low expectations he'd answered and knew he hid a key under his hippie esc welcome mat

You let yourself in but could hear music playing down the hall. You started walking down the hall when you saw the bathroom door open, a bunch of steam rolled out of the door and josh walked out in a towel steam radiating off of his body. He was listening to some Janis Joplin singing along and his curls were wet and droopy. You just kinda stood there frozen for a second in complete awe of josh and how good he looked before he realized you were there

“Ahhh (yelled in his theater cat in the hat voice) you startled me, what are you doing here?”

“I figured with your fucked up sleep schedule you’d still be asleep and I’d cut some difficulty off the morning. I brought you your usual”

He gave that stupid ass smile that always made you oogle at him and he said

“😁We’ll then thank you for startling me”

“We’ll since you’re up and lively when do you want to leave?”

You slowly walked over to josh holding the tea and espresso out for him to grab

When he reached for the cup his hand touch yours and it was so warm in comparison. Even the slightest touch of his hand felt so intimate and daring to you.

He jolted a little bit at the coldness of your hands.

“Jeez your hands are so cold you need to warm them up”

“I think you’re are just too warm. But as i was asking when do you want to leave?”

“Let me get dressed and finished packing a few things. Maybe an hour, do you mind waiting?”

“Not at all, I’ll just watch Netflix or something”

“Alright, sounds good”

He walked down the hallway to his room doing a little side walk dance. Janis was still playing in the background so he was humming along

You couldn’t help but stare at his back as he walked away. God that man is so toned

Josh had finally finished getting ready and you both headed out to the car. He helped you get your stuff into the car and made sure you both had everything before he drove off. The energy was awkward at first just making random small talk. You got to thinking about how the weekend would be so you asked

“So when everyone is off fuckin what are we supposed to do?”

“Good question, ya know, i guess we’ll have to figure that out when we get there”

“Sounds like a plan. We should roll the window down and blast some groovy music”

“Amazing suggestion, but what kind of groovy?”

“Oh for fucks sake let me connect my phone i have a playlist”

You put on a groovy playlist with some more sexy songs but nonetheless it was a fun playlist of songs to just scream with. You and josh were both singing along hair blowing in the wind. You kept noticing josh catching glances of you while you were singing and it made you nervous but you didn’t care enough to let it stop you from having fun

You stopped to get food and use the bathroom once but for the most part you were just listening to music and josh was able to pound out the entire drive. You felt bad and offered to drive but he insisted he drive. When we got to the cabin Jake and Jita were already there and had gotten settled into their room and went on a walk to check out the area. They were ecstatic to see you and josh. You all hugged and jake helped you carry your things into the cabin and led you to your room. That’s when you realized that there was 1 room for you to share. You panicked a little in your eyes but josh was quick to reassure you saying “we’ll figure it out, worst case is we have to cuddle right?“ he cackled a little and left the room. You plopped on the bed and checked your phone but there was no service so you just went to sleep

When you woke up from your nap you heard josh singing and smelt food. Your stomach was growling so naturally you followed the scent . When you came around the corner you saw josh in stripped shorts a white t shirt a cardigan. God his grandpa outfits were so hot for no reason. You smiled to yourself before he turned around and said

“ahh you’re awake. Good morning, how was your nap?”

“It was good. Where is everyone?”

“We’ll Daniel and Kenzie are still an hour and a half out and the other 4 went for a little hike they should be back by dark”

“Oh, why didn’t you go?”

“We’ll you we’re sleeping and u didn’t wanna wake you up or leave you here alone to wake up confused and feel like you’re in the twilight zone, i know I'm sweet aren't i😁”

While you thought it was cute you weren’t gonna admit it

“Oh how sweet of you, such a gentlemen 🙄. Anyways I’m starving do you think you’ll be done cooking soon?”

“I’m just finishing up with the sauce. Do you wanna try it?”

He held up the spoon with both hands and pointed it towards me

I just stared at him for a second and walked over and licked the spoon. The moment felt oddly intimate. He kinda gave you this deep stare while you licked the spoon. It felt a little feral. You pulled away so quick and just stared at josh for a second

“Tastes good, yell for me when it’s done”

“Ok”

Your heart was pounding from that look josh gave you. You tried to act calm and walked to the back door and went outside for some fresh air. What the actual fuck just happened?

You sat down in one of the chairs on the deck and took a moment to process weather or not that was something or if it was just josh being josh. You waited a couple minutes before he ended up bringing out both of your guys food and eagerly setting them down. He rushed back inside and came back with kombucha for the both of you.

“Thank you”

“No problemo”

You both just sat and ate in silence and you kept catching glances of josh. You’ve been friends with him for years but for some reason it felt like the energy between you two had shifted. I mean the obvious crushing you’ve always had over him was different but it felt like his energy was more than just playful banter and more of a my eyes are speaking words I’d never dare say to you.

“So how do you want the sleeping arrangements to go?”

“Sharing a bed for a couple of nights isn’t the need of the world. I’ll just kick you out when i need to change. Easy solution”

“Sounds like a plan. Sorry I’m advance if i accidentally cuddle you in my sleep”

“What happens in our slumber stays there”

We both giggled a little and gave each other another one of those “looks” i wish i could’ve just kissed him in that moment but there was no way he thought of me in an intimate way.

The gaze broke after a couple seconds and you took the last sip of your kombucha before getting up and walking back inside. You put your dishes in the washer and immediately took a shot of vodka. You took another shot for good measure and decided to go shower while tipsy because if you’re gonna survive this weekend it’s gonna be a tittly one

When you got out of the shower you just had towels on and did your skincare routine.You could feel the alcohol hitting you and you were starting to feel great when You walked to the room you were staying in Josh was grabbing something out of his bag and it startled you.

“Omg Josh you scared the shit out of me”

“Sorry i didn’t mean to”

He turned around and saw you in a towel and did a double take

“Oh, OH. I’m sorry I’ll leave i ddint realize you weren’t dressed.”

“It’s fine I didn’t think you’d be in here”

At this point you needed to lean against the wall to keep stability with how hard the alchohol was hitting. You closed your eyes and just let the foggy brain consume your whole body. When you opened your eyes josh was staring at you with very wide and concerned eyes.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine”

You said in a slurred way

“Are you drunk?!”

“Pfft what????? No, why would i be drunk”

You started walking over to your bag and nearly fell over. Josh rushed over to you to help you sit down.

Next thing you knew Jita was in the room sitting next to you and helped you get dressed. You were super dazed and confused so you didn’t remember much. But when you woke up it was night and you were laying on josh. He was running his hands through your hair and reading a book. He noticed your eyes opened and immediately had you sit up and drink some water.

“Are you hungry do you want me to make you something? Do you need any medicine?”

He was bombarding you with a million questions but in a endearing way.

“I’m a little hungry but I’d rather just drink some more water and sleep”

“I can get you some crackers something small? Do you want to rest alone or do you want me to stay in here?”

“I’m alright. Everyone’s probably here already too, so go spend time with your brothers I’m fine just very drunk”

“Ok, if you need anything just yell for me I’ll be in the living room with everyone”

You just gave him a smile and laid back down

When you woke back up it was late around 3am. You needed to pee so you got out of bed and the floor was cold so you hazily got some socks to put on. You heard the doorknob moving and then a sudden stop. Then you heard Jake talking

“Josh, she’s fine you don’t need to obsessively check on her every half hour. She’s just sleeping”

“Yeah, i know that.”

“We’ll then why have you checked on her about a thousand times since you left the room”

“I don’t know. I just have this odd sense of wanting to take care of her. I know were just friends so it’s weird but I care about her a lot i just want her to feel safe”

“Yeah, i get that. But that feeling doesn’t just happen with friends. I remember when Jita got in that little fender bender. I rushed to the hospital so fast and I refused to leave her side all night. All she had was a minor concussion and she was awake the entire time but i just wanted to be there at her beck and call. I’ve never felt that way about anyone but her. But it’s because i love her”

Josh just went silent

“But if i were to admit those feelings to myself it might drive her away. She probably doesn’t feel that way about me we’re just friends”

“Josh I’ve seen the way she looks at you. She definitely feels that way, when she’s feeling better you could go on a walk and maybe tell her how you feel?”

“I don’t know Jake. Maybe, we’ll see”

“Alright, we’ll Danny and Kenzie brought movies since there’s a DVD player if you wanna join all of us”

“Alright”

You waited a second to hear the footsteps to make sure they wouldn’t know you were awake. You laid back down and waited a couple of minutes and heard the faint sound of the tv so you got up and pretended you haven’t been awake for almost a half hour. You tried to be as quiet as possible but Josh knew the second you opened that door. You walked to the bathroom and as you sat down you heard a knock

“Hey, you alright in there?”

“Josh I’m just peeing”

“Do you need anything?”

“Privacy”

You heard josh walk away and just went to the room to go back to sleep everything felt like a fever dream and you just wanted to sleep it off.

When you woke up josh was sleeping next to you and there was aspirin and water on your nightstand probably left from josh. You put on a sweatshirt and your slippers and went to make coffee. Your head was pounding from your annoyingly drastic hangover and you needed some caffeine. When you were waiting for the coffee to finish brewing Jita came into the kitchen

“Morning”

“Morning are you feeling any better?

“Other than my massive migraine i feel fine”

“Oh poor thing, you were so out of it last night. Josh was really worried”

“So I’ve gathered, i remember you helping me get dressed. Thank you so much for that”

“Of course, girls gotta stick together. I was a caregiver too so I’m comfortable around naked people”

We both laughed a little

“Do you want some coffee?”

“Might as well get a little caffeine boost since the boys won’t be up till noon at least”

“Them and their damn rock star sleep schedule am i right?”

“It’s very annoying but you learn to deal with it”

“Yeah i guess you kinda have to. Adapt or give up. Can’t give up for the one you love”

“Exactly you have to compromise where you can”

The coffee finished so you filled up both mugs and put some cream in yours. You decided to go sit on the porch. It was freezing and you could see the fog and your breath but it was calming and serene. You just needed a moment to gather your thoughts about what josh said In the hallway last night. Thinking about his sweet sleeping face was enough to serenade you

You snapped out of it and went back inside

“Hey Jita do you want any breakfast?”

“Sure! Do you want any help making it?”

“Sure I’m gonna put on some quiet music first”

You put on the John Denver LP that they brought and put it on. Josh was a Denver fanatic, he’s his hero and musical inspiration. Everything about Denver’s music inspired and transcended Josh’s lyrics to a new level. You’d grown up listening to him and were always pretty fond of how easy on the ears his voice was. His light vibrato and clear tone. He could make you cry put you to sleep and dance around within one song.

You grabbed all of the ingredients for eggs bacon and toast and delegated Jita. You both figured everyone was up so late and that the boys sleep schedule was so whacked out compared to the normal person that nobody else would be awake for a while but you were both very wrong when one by one you heard alarms going off and everyone started trickling out. Each one you offered to make some for them abs everyone said yes. Danny, Jake, Sam, Hannah, and Kenzie were all awake and just sitting on the couches while you and Jita cooked, Jake walked up behind Jita and one point and slow danced with her for a second resting his head on her shoulder before he kissed her cheek and went back to their room to do something.

You were humming along with the music and sort of dancing with the music when josh finally walked into the kitchen

“Good morning lovely people”

He looked over at you and got almost a puppy dog eye look

“And how are you doing? Last night was rough for you”

“Meh I'm fine just a little hungover, thank you for taking care of me though”

“Of course, i mean somebody had to right?”

He chuckled a little and the record finished spinning so he scurried over the the turn table and ever so delicately flipped the LP and dropped the needle. The song that started playing was Annie’s song. You & Jita had just finally finished cooking the food and you’d been stealing bites the whole time so you were full

You started making your way over to the couch so you could sit by the fire that Danny started and read your book a bit but josh had other plans.

“Dance with me”

You kept walking to avoid the awkwardness that would bring

“Hey, i know you heard me”

He danced over to his humming along to the song, he reached his hand out to you

“Cmon let’s have a little bit of fun”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed his hand. He pulled you towards him and you both danced together you were both just enjoying the song letting it engulf you. It was building up and You just stared at Josh focusing so intently but smiling so large. God you were in love with this man and he had no idea. Then the song calmed down to the end and Jake had came back out from his room

“Hey guys, whatcha doin”

You were still holding hands after the dance and quickly pulled away from each other. You both noticed everyone was starting at You and Josh hesitated before responding

“After last night being stressful i made her dance with me to let loose, did it work Is the real question?”

“I would say yeah a little, doesn’t take away from my migraine but I’m feeling more lively”

Jake just kinda gave josh a look of you’re so dumb and obvious and you just walked back to y’all’s room to sit in the chair and read away from everyone. Luckily josh didn’t follow this time and instead you got an hour to read in peace before he came back to the room

“Have you been reading this whole time?”

“Yeah why does it matter to you”

“Jeez snappy, i was just surprised that’s all. We’re all gonna get ready and go for a hike because it closes at 5 if you wanna join us”

“I might as well, is everyone gonna bring stuff to eat”

“I’m just going to bring snacks and water because we should be back in time for a late lunch”

“Ok”

You just went back to reading like josh wasn't in the room getting his stuff out of his bag

“You didn’t think it was weird i made you dance did you?”

You kept your focus reading when you responded

“ not really”

“I mean not usual for us but i didn’t think much of it, why?”

“Everyone just seemed to give us a weird look and i didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable”

“Nah we’re sharing a bed life could be weirder”

“Ha, that is true”

You could see his huge smile in your peripheral and you smirked a little, he noticed but didn’t say anything

He decided to keep his joggers on but wanted to change into a better shirt, when he took off his shirt you caught yourself lacking and accidentally looked at him and of course he noticed

You looked back at your book and waited for him to get his shirt and shoes on before even thinking about looking up again.

He was putting his curly fro in a pony tail when you looked back up and he looked gorgeous. It really showed off the simplest yet hottest things about Him. Seeing his ears and neck was so hot for no reason, he threw on a hat and left the room. Just thinking about how hot he was and that you were sleeping in the same bed as him turned you into a puddle. Trying to imagine what anything sexual would do to you was terrifying. You changed into your leggings and a sports bra but threw a light t shirt on for a extra layer. You put your hair in two braids that came to a pony tail and threw your shoes on.

You went to fill up your water bottle and everyone was just about ready to go.

You didn’t get out to hike very much, even more when you moved to Nashville. Besides josh the only friends you had were more let’s go to the club people and it just wasn’t your think so everyone stopped inviting you. Good thing you enjoyed going solo more than anything

The trail said it was 3 hours round trip and it was noon when you arrived so you all had plenty of time

Kenzie and Danny were the fittest ones of the group, Kenzie rollerbladed everywhere for 2 years so her legs were strong as hell and Danny’s a drummer so of course he has endurance. You thought maybe you could walk with Hannah or something

But her and Sam were on their own in conversation already and you Jita josh and Jake walked together. You were generally a good hiker but with the hangover it was a bit harder to push as hard but you knew it was good for you to. Josh being the annoying ass he is was planning on staying with you regardless of what happened so you were pushing your hardest. You were just glad Jita and Jake were walking with you guys. Josh was barely breaking a sweat while you were dying. It was about halfway through when you had to switch to just your bra. He ofc had to be a smart ass

“This hike is a breeze”

“Easy for you to say you still look perfect and untouched after halfway through a hike”

“Ok that may be true but says you”

You kinda just gave him a puzzled look and he started walking and smirked back at you

“Don’t look at me like that Joshua”

You said it just loud enough so he could hear it

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Oh sure you don’t you’re so annoying sometimes”

“Oh sure, that’s why you were staring at me shirtless earlier, you didn’t think i forgot about that did ya?”

You were slightly terrified

“And what about it? I was appreciating your physique, doesn’t mean you don’t annoy the living fuck out of me sometimes”

“Fair, but why can’t i smirk at you exactly”

“Never mind”

“No you said it so you can’t just leave me hanging”

“I think i can tho”

“Please don’t, it’s not like it could be anything bad”

“I never said it was bad i just don’t wanna tell you”

“Then I’m just gonna keep doing it till you give me an answer”

And that’s exactly what’s he did, he was devious as fuck and knew it too

Every time he smirked you couldn’t help but just melt a little

When you got to the top it was the prettiest view you’d ever seen. Of course josh got out the camera and got some videos and everyone just sat down to eat snacks and relax enjoying the view. You found a rock away from everyone a bit and ofc josh came and sat near you.

“So why don’t you like it?”

“FOR FUCKS SAKES JOSH, it’s because i think it’s attractive and it’s annoying as fuck cause I’m trying to have a nice trip and not be sexually frustrated”

Josh’s jaw dropped open and stayed there for a good 30 seconds

Had it not been for the fact you overhead him and Jake last night you wouldn’t have admitted that but he was begging.

Josh didn’t say anything back. On the way back down there was a difficult part to crawl down and he went first and helped you down. His hands has such a firm grip on your waist it was intense. You didn’t know what josh was thinking since he never said anything back. You figured that it would just be awkward forever now.

Everyone got back from the hike and drove back to the cabin. Everyone stayed in their clothes and helped prep had make dinner so it got done quicker. Everyone ate dinner and had a good time Sam Cooke was playing on the turn table and everyone was laughing and smiling but josh just kept glancing over at you and it was odd.

He ended up drinking a couple salty dogs and was getting rowdy but it was late. You had a cup of wine and were feeling great , not even tipsy just loose and sexy. It was 2am and you and you decided to shower. The water felt amazing after a long day in sweat and grossness You went back the the room snd he was sitting in a chair in the corner

“The bathrooms open for you to go shower if you want”

He’d kept his hair in the pony tail all day and still looked so gorgeous as ever

He just got up with a pair of pants and went to the bathroom. You had to do your skin and haircare routine and you were even done by the time josh was done and came back. You were putting castor oil on when he walked in

“Why would you put makeup on before bed. I’m not good looking enough for that”

You rolled your eyes at him

“It’s not makeup and not for you thank you very much”

I didn’t mean it like that I’m just surprised”

”yeah i could tell “

“Why have you been so snappy with me?”

“I don’t know josh sometimes just get annoyed with people? Am i not allowed to do that?”

“I mean yeah, but usually there’s a reason you’re annoyed with a person. Did i do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong I’ve just been frustrated and i would like to sleep”

“Ok, i can sleep on the couch if you want me to?”

“No I’m not gonna kick your out of a room on a trip you invited me on when you didn’t have any obligation to”

“Oh, right. I mean you were my first thought to ask. There’s not very many people I’d ever consider bringing on these trips with my brothers, they’re sacred”

Josh just stared at you through the mirror and you stared back at him. There was this lingering silence of you both not knowing where this was going.

“We’ll I’m glad i was invited, even though i got extremely drunk off of two shots and i dragged you away from everyone. Thank you again for taking care of me”

“Of course” he gave a smile

“you’re very serene when you sleep and you look so stunning”

“I uhm, thank you”

You smiled lightly and did your best to finish what you were doing.

The door to the room had been closed and josh was sitting in the chair waiting for you to be done. There wasn’t much in the room to do so we he was just observing you do your skincare. He enjoyed people watching. Humans are so fascinating to josh. How every little thing is a conscious or sub conscious decision. He noticed how you would rub over your face exactly 3 times and how you would analyze your face for any blemishes. It was captivating to watch you.

He had gotten so entranced he let some words slip out

“My god she’s so captivating”

He said in a quiet whispered breath but it was loud enough that you could hear it

You didn’t want to acknowledge it so you just got up from the mirror and took off your robe. You hung it up and went to lay down walking by josh but he grabbed your arm

“What do you want josh?”

“Dance with me?”

He grabbed his phone and put on the song

*like real people do*

You instantly recognized the song and your heart skipped a beat as he stood up. He took your hand in his and spun you around. He then pulled you into him and his his other arm gently around your torso . You were so close to each others faces. The room was dimly lit and made the moment even more intimate. You we’re both just staring into each other eyes. The room felt electric and it felt like you were walking on stars. It was simply just the two of you. Nothing could pull you away from this moment. This memory. No matter the outcome this would be a core memory for every lover you will ever have in the future. To simply dance and gaze into each other’s eyes and share these private moments. Was more than anyone could ask for. And then the chorus hit. And just broke his gaze and looked at your lips. And you knew in that moment there was no going back but life’s too short to live in fear. You reciprocated the look and looked at his lips then back to his eyes and you could see him gulp nervous as ever. And then like lighting you both leaned in. And as your lips touched it felt like the stars gad aligned. You’d never felt lips so soft and gentle yet so demanding. The brush of his facial hair on your skin was so comforting and simultaneously arousing. He let go of your hand and waist and reached to gently grab your face and pulled away. He didn’t want to ask any silly questions to ruin the momentum but he just gave the question with his eyes are you sure? And you nodded. No words just two souls communicating. He then pulled you back in for another kiss. It’s quickly felt like you were doing something bad. To be secretly making out in the room next to his brothers. It was exciting. While you were kissing you reached arms around his neck and ran your fingers through the base of his hair. You’d always imagined running your hands through his hair. It was still damp from his shower and it felt like heaven. He wrapped his hands around your waist

And before you knew it you were both giggling and just having a great time. He was running his hands up and down your back and kissing you so intently. It felt like he had imagined this moment his whole life and was thinking about every detail. He slowly sat down on the bed and guided you onto his lap. You were straddling him and he was looking at you. He had the smirk on his face of *I’m gonna eat you up* it was equally feral and innocent. Your heart was racing as you looked down at him but he just reached up and traced your jaw line with his fingers and ran them across your lips. He then grabbed your chin and and started to push his thumb against your mouth prompting you to open your mouth so you did. He stared at you so intently and put his thumb into your mouth and you couldn’t help but smile and could feel him getting hard underneath you.

“God you’re so fucking sexy”

“Thank you sir, as are you”

He just smirked and said

“I want you on my face. Now”

You just gave him a puzzled look

“I know you heard exactly what i said. I want you, to sit, on my face”

You were shocked but turned on

He took his thumb out of your mouth and ran his hands down to your neck and got a slight grip. He pulled you towards him and tightened his grip kissing and sucking on your neck. You didn’t care if he left hickeys at this point. This man knew exactly was he was doing. He started kissing down to your chest reaching the first button of your pajamas and he without pulling away started unbuttoning your shirt. The scratch of his facial hair sent goose bumps across your body and you could feel him smile against your body. He had gotten the shirt completely unbuttoned and slid it off your shoulder. You were just running your hands through his hair while he continued to kiss across your chest. Then so quickly he reached his hand back and unclipped your bra in one try. Good lord he knew what he was doing

You slipped of your bra and josh pulled away for a second to admire your boobs. And he looked back up to you. It was a bit chilly in the room but you reached down to the hem of his shirt and starting taking it off for him. He just let you without assistance. Once his shirt was off you just admired his beauty. He was one of the prettiest and sexiest people you’d ever met. The best smile and the way his facial hair was a little rough because he didn’t shave it. You were in love with this man and could finally feel the effects of it. He was so perfectly toned and his arms are so perfect. He wrapped his arms around you and started kissing your boobs. He moved to your nipple and started sucking right on the sensitive part. It made you let out a slight whimper and josh just looked up at you admiring your beauty while also being pleased. He had a tendency to worship the person he was physically intimate with and pleasing them got him off just as easy. You could feel his dick throbbing and how his body was fighting the urge to press against you. But you could tell he was begging. He grabbed your ass gently and started feeling around. At this point his eyes were rolling back just from how much he was enjoying pleasing you. And then stopped everything he was doing and stared you in the eyes and said “now, sit on my face”

[katymacsupernatural]

The Depth of EbonyPart 10

Dean Winchester/Reader

Story Summary: A hell hound is needed to fulfill a spell. A hellhound is captured by TFW. But it turns to be more than they bargained for. Y/N becomes more than they bargained for.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Your story. He wanted to hear your story. A story so forgotten in time. Ever since you had become that horrid beast. Your family, your friends, all long gone from this world. For years, you had been alone, tormented, and teased. Hurt and broken time and time again by Alistair and the other Hell Hounds. How could you look Dean in the eye and tell him all of that?

“Well, at least start out with the basics.” He insisted, his green eyes searching your face for answers. “How old are you? When were you born?”

“Well, if you count how old I was before I turned into a Hell Hound, I’m 22. But that was in the year 1920.”

“1920!” He exclaimed. “That makes you over...well, wow,” he finished lamely. “You’ve spent that long as a Hell Hound. That’s horrible.”

“It really was,” You agreed, shivering as some of the worst memories flashed through your mind. Reaching for your glass of orange juice you took a sip, letting it clear the hoarseness from your throat. 

Dean bit off a huge bite of bacon, munching loudly on it as he thought about it. “Damn, I’m sorry. But how the hell did you turn into one of those creatures.”

“A jealous woman. She was a witch. A very powerful one I’ve come to find out. Her name was Adelia. Absolutely beautiful with hair as black as a crow, wavy down to her hips. Her skin was alabaster, her lips rosy red. I know now that it’s all because of witchcraft, but she could have had any man she wanted. But it turned out we both wanted the same man.”

Sam came into the kitchen then, sweat dripping down onto his workout clothes. Heading for the sink, he poured a glass of water before turning his attention to you. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Y/N’s just telling me about her life,” Dean explained as he stood up to clear off the table. “Care to listen in?”

“If she doesn’t mind.” Glancing at you, he waited for your nod of approval before sitting down beside his brother. 

“As I was saying, Adelia was a horrible person. Flirting with any man she could. Taking them from other women was her favorite thing to do. Seduce them, and then leave. We were both stage dancers during the 20’s. There was this man, Alex, who came into our club every night. Rich, cultured, extremely handsome. She immediately set her sight on him, but he wasn’t interested. He began courting me. Sending me flowers, taking me out on extravagant dinners. He was charming, and kind, and I could have seen myself settling down with him. And it infuriated Adelia.”

Taking another sip, you continued your story. “Then one night I thought he was going to propose. He had promised to come by the club, with promises of taking me out afterwards. I couldn’t help but gush about it, excited beyond belief. But when Adelia heard, she became livid. Yelling, throwing things. Everyone was scared of her. Then she came to me after the show, with a little leather satchel in her hand.”

The brother’s shared a knowing glance. “I take it you’ve seen one of those before.”

Dean scowled, his hand tightening on his coffee cup. “Plenty of times. I hate witches.”

You frowned, confused slightly. “But you had Rowena here. She’s a witch.”

“She’s different,” Sam insisted. “Back to your story.”

Sighing, you could remember so much about that fateful night. The feeling of the buttery soft leather in your hand. Her perfume that overwhelmed you with lilies and sandalwood. The crispness of the air as you stood outside, waiting for Alex to arrive. But before he could, the moon rose in the sky and everything started to change. I went through the worst pain I had ever felt. My skin ripped and shredded as it turned into one of the deadliest and disgusting creatures ever created. I ran away after that, knowing that no one could help me. I came upon a man, you know him as Alistair. He promised to help, and well...we both know that wasn’t the truth.’ You ended your story, sighing sadly. 

“Damn,” Dean whispered. “Sam, you should call Rowena, see if she knows anything about this Adelia.”

“Why? Y/N’s human again.”

Dean smacked his brother’s shoulder. “Because we need to know everything we can. If she’s still alive and she finds out about Y/N? We could have even more trouble on our hands.”

“I don’t want to bring you trouble,” you stared at Dean sadly, knowing that you didn’t want to leave him, but would gladly if it meant keeping him safe. “I can go.”

“Hell no!” Dean’s answer was quick. “You heading out on your own? You need to stay here, with us, where it’s safe.”

“Is that the only reason?” Sam remarked quietly before standing up. “Y/N, I’m sorry you had to go through all of that. But please know you are welcome to stay with us as long as you’d like.”

With those words, Sam let you alone with Dean, who was looking at you with an expression you weren’t sure you understood. “Now what?” You asked, trying not to sound as awkward as you felt.

“Now that you’re human again, why don’t we do something fun? Sam will do his usual research, leaving us some free time. What is something you’ve wanted to do, but couldn’t?”

“A movie theater,” you answered immediately. “I’ve wanted to go to a movie, and eat popcorn.”

Dean stood up. “Then it’s a date. You pick the movie, I’ll buy the popcorn. As long as we can get Hot Tamales too.”

“Hot tamales?” You repeated, wondering what on Earth they could be.

Read Part 11

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[stradlingmrstradlin]

So I enjoy writing and I this is the first story that I wrote with the intent of being posted. Constructive criticism is always welcome ♥️

Here's the story

Steven x Duff

Reader x Izzy

(No warnings, maybe swearwords if that counts, also I don't promote underage drinking)

I think I managed to stay gender-neutral

Words: 2794

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You were on a road trip with the guys, how did you end up here? Oh well, you've known the guys for a few years as you were good friends with Steven since you were kids, but you had a falling out because he moved around quite a lot and your family did too.

When you were 14 your family moved to Seattle and stayed there for 4 years. In those years you met a blond-haired dude whose name was Michael or as you and a few other people called him, Duff. You and Duff met at a corner store when you were 15 and tried to steal a bottle of vodka. Duff was also lurking around the alcohol section, also probably trying to steal some alcoholic beverage.

But he was, according to the store manager, a suspicious punk guy...so he got kicked out before even getting his hands on anything. You felt bad for him so after sliding a bottle in the inside pocket of your denim jacket and throwing a wink and a charming smile towards the cashier you walked out.

So there you were at eighteen having to say goodbye to Duff because your family was moving away... again but now to Ireland. You had a huge argument with your family about always moving and you losing all of your friends because of them so you made a decision, to run away. Ok, I know that's a stupid idea because how the fuck will you survive on your own?

Your family was well off so you decided to take a bit of money with you, they probably wouldn't even notice.

You lived in quite a few places after that, from the back alley of the theater to Duff's place, his family loved you so it was ok. When Duff decided to move to LA to pursue his dream of being in a band you of course followed him.

You moved into a small one-room apartment together, but it was great. Living with Duff is fun. But he always moved stuff on the top shelf to mess with you, and also money was tight. You guys both worked a lot but it was alright.

He joined a few bands and played a few gigs in shitty bars but none of them worked out. You played guitar so you tried but it was the same with you, never being able to keep a band together for more than a month. Also being a girl didn't help, because many bands thought that it'll ruin their image if a girl is in the band.

Eventually, he put an ad in the paper looking for a band and that's how he met the other guys. You were super surprised to see Steven there but also happy to see him. Also, you remembered Slash from meeting him with Steven maybe a couple of times. The only new people were the two boys, who, as you later found out were from Indiana. The one who looked a bit like Johnny Thunders was hot, but you ignored that fact for now.

The first thing you noticed between your two blond friends was a bit of jealousy, at first you thought maybe they liked you and were jealous of each other, but after a while, even before they knew it, you caught onto the real reason. They didn't like you, at least not romantically, they liked each other. But for about four years they didn't act in their feelings...(later on about that)

Eventually, in 1985 they formed Guns N Roses. The guys liked you, and Axl tried to fuck you, but after a big smack on the head and an angry talking to by Duff he quickly forgot that idea.

So now in 1988 here you were sitting in the back of a van, that Izzy was driving because he was the only sober one...today. Tomorrow probably you'll have to drive.

Your pov.

We were in the car for about twenty minutes and everything was calm...for now. Led Zeppelin was coming from the radio and Axl was softly singing along, in the front seat and Izzy was driving. Duff sipping something from a bottle, probably something alcoholic, and slowly falling asleep and leaning on Steven's shoulder. Steve was smiling per usual, but if possible his smile got even bigger when Duff's head landed on his shoulder. But as all good things come to an end, the comfortable silence got broken.

"I have to pee!" Steven suddenly yelled out, causing Duff to lift his head off of Steven's shoulder and look around in confusion. "The fuck is going on?"

Axl just grumbled "Steven is a fucking baby and can't go and use the toilet before road trips...no he has to use them when we are in the middle of a fucking highways"

Slash snorted at Axl's response but didn't say anything as he didn't want to get into this argument, surprising.

Can't the guys stay still for one second?

"Izzy, can you please stop the car at the next rest stop?" I asked, as kindly as possible not wanting to further upset Rosie and listen to him throwing a temper tantrum for the next hour or so, he's annoying sometimes.

Anyways we stopped at the next stop, and Steven almost ran to the restroom. I switched places with Axl because he was tired and wanted to sit in the back, so he could stretch out a bit. Now Axl was sitting next to Slash, and Steven came back jumping in next to Duff. We're on the road again.

"Can I switch the music?" Izzy looked at me with almost puppy dog eyes, well I didn't think that was possible.

"Of course, what do you have in mind?"I replied almost laughing because of the face he was making

"Maybe Hanoi Rocks?" He again looked at me with the same stupid face.

"Fine, just stop making that face because I'll probably die from laughter" At this point, I just straight up burst out laughing and he just threw a cute lil smile my way. I was super proud of myself because I made THE Izzy Stradlin laugh.

A little background on me and Izzy. When we first met I ignored that he was hot because I didn't want to mess anything up for Duff with the band, but in the next two years that feeling grew from "oh, he's hot" to "I want to fuck him". No, we never fucked, but at a party in 87' we had a really hot make-out session which was sadly ended by a drunk Slash passing out on top of me...that was a wild party. There were no awkward feelings between us but we never took it further either. We sometimes cuddled and kissed when we needed human contact but nothing else. I always wanted more, but Izzy...Izzy is a mysterious guy, hard to figure out, the only person who somewhat is able to figure him out is Axl...but you don't go to Axl asking for advice, because Axl's advice is usually bad advice.

..My thoughts were interrupted by the opening cords for Don't You Ever Leave Me, which's one of my favorite songs. Izzy glanced at me and seconds later we were quietly singing because we didn't want to disturb our four friends who were asleep in the back. Axl and Slash were leaning on each other and Axl's face was barely visible because of Slash's hair. Duff was leaning on a window and Steve was cuddled up to him.

As I was looking at my friends when Iz asked me a question "When do you think they'll realize that they like each other because you have to be an idiot to not realize it, I mean Steven always smiles around Duff, and Duff is so cuddly with steven?" Oh boy, the problem was, that our friends were indeed stupid, at least on the topic of love. "I don't know Iz, they are after all a bit ignorant when it comes to love" As I said this I saw something in Izzy's face change, but I couldn't identify it because it was gone pretty soon. After that we didn't talk much, only glancing at each other a few times but it wasn't uncomfortable or anything, we just didn't have anything else to say out loud.

However, my thoughts were really loud... Ignorant with love? That sounds like us, maybe after all Duff and Stevie weren't the only stupid ones.

...It was around 6 pm when we got to our destination, a fairly large cabin up in the hills, between a shit ton of trees. Nice, finally we can rest without reporters, fans, and annoying paparazzi asking about the private life of the guys.

Everyone had their own room as nobody really wanted to share, we specifically looked for a cabin with 6 rooms, we love each other but sharing a room is annoying. In the beginning, when we didn't have much I shared rooms with probably all of the guys.

Axl is an annoying little fucker, he kicked me in his dream a lot of times, my back hurt a lot after. Slash is nice, he let me have my own space on the small bed we slept on and didn't bother me, well he accidentally woke me up when he fell off the bed, but that sucks for him, not me. Steven and Duff both love cuddles, Steven almost suffocated me once but other than that it's nice sleeping next to them. Izzy...He doesn't hug you or cuddle up to you when you're going to sleep but somehow you always wake up tangled together.

After we brought up our luggage to our assigned rooms Slash had the awesome idea to watch a film. Steven wanted to watch something funny but Axl quickly told him to fuck off.

"Axl, that's very rude" Duff quickly came to the help of Steven. "Yeah, well I ain't watching some shitty comedy, that's for pussies" ..Axl is an asshole sometimes

Slash had enough of arguing and just put on a horror movie and told everyone to shut up and watch the movie.

Halfway through, Steven was cuddled up to Duff, hiding in his chest.

Axl laughed every time someone died, and Slash always shushed him.

Outside pov.

As the movie went on Steven was buried under his hair, two blankets, and most importantly to him, in Duff's arms. How can they be so stupid? Not noticing something that's there?

But they weren't the only stupid ones, no there was a black-haired boy, and you. Also stupid... too stupid in love to notice what's there.

After the movie ended you made food for the guys. Duff decided to help, as the others were pretty incapable of cooking or didn't want to help.

Your pov.

"You know y/n you're blind for not noticing how Izzy looks at you." Duff stated bluntly. "Well McKagan then you're pretty blind for not noticing how Steven looks at you"

"What do you mean?" He asked with...hope? His eyes got wider and you could hear his voice shake a bit.

"Duff, are you serious? Steven likes you, he always tries to be close to you, looks at all the groupies you fuck with so much anger in his eyes, I never thought he could be so angry. And don't think I don't see you staring at him all day" I said with a sweet smile on my face.

"I don't get it y/n..he..he likes me?"

"Yes Duff, he does, he really does, so please don't mess this up, promise me you'll talk to him while we're here"

I really hope he'll talk to him because it's probably eating them up from the inside to keep these feelings locked away.

"But! Y/n, you should talk to Izzy too, you have something between the two of you" Duff looked at me with pleading eyes

"Duff, things are complicated, we.... well, we know about each other's feelings but, I don't know, I guess we're just too afraid to fuck it up"

I don't know about his feelings, to be honest, but I'm definitely scared to fuck up because I really like him. For a time I never thought I'd be able to love someone, and I know that's a strong word to use, but when he came along, stuff changed.

By the time we were done cooking the guys were all hungry and basically ran to the kitchen, I was really conflicted inside from our conversation with Duff. Should I mention it to Iz? Probably should. Whatever, I'll think about it later.

Night came around and everyone retreated to their own rooms to sleep, or in my case think.

Outside pov.

Slash and Axl were fast asleep in their rooms, but the others weren't.

Duff was sitting in the kitchen, head in his hands muttering to himself about being a coward and stupid. Steven however noticed someone downstairs and when he saw Duff and what he was muttering to himself he got sad. How could this perfect human being think that he's stupid? He tiptoed behind him and pulled Duff in his arms from behind. Duff was sitting so the back of his head was pressed into stevens chest. At first, Duff was scared but as soon as he smelled the familiar and calming scent of Steven he instantly felt comfortable, like he was at home. Steven turned Duff around and carefully put his fingers under the taller man's chin and leaned down to press a love-filled kiss onto his lips. At this moment both of them understood everything without words. Duff stood up hugging Steven and lifting him up to take him to his room. They didn't do anything else besides cuddling and a lot of kisses, but both of them felt safe and eventually, they fell asleep with Duff on his back pulling Steven close to him, almost on top of him. This is how they'll be found when you walked into Duff's room in the morning to tell him something.

What was that something?

Well after a lot of thinking you got up and went to Izzy's room. It's now or never you though.

Your pov.

My fingers softly collided with the wooden door and a rustling noise inside told me that Izzy heard it. This seemed like a really bad idea all of a sudden. Well, can't do anything about it now.

A soft "Who's there" could be heard from inside the room "Just me, can we talk?" I replied really quietly wondering if he heard me.  "Yeah, come in"

"Iz, look I'm going to tell you something, ok? Please don't interrupt me."

"Alright"

"So you know when we met, I immediately found you extremely hot. Well, those feelings grew a lot since then, and when we kissed at the party, it just, felt so...right? I know you'll probably tell me that you were just drunk all of the times you kissed me, or just felt lonely. But Iz, I like you, a lot." Silence, that's all, he said nothing. Just staring at me with his signature poker face.

"I knew it, sorry for disturbing  you, I'll just go now, forget it please!"

As I turned to walk away he grabbed my arms and pulled me back into a hug that soon turned into a kiss. When I opened my eyes again we were cuddling on his bed. This is where I felt home, felt alright, in his arms.

"I'm sorry for not responding love, it was just shocking to hear that you liked me. I thought you kissed me all those times just to anger Duff or Axl. I guess I just never thought you'd want to be with a junkie " Izzy whispered looking down at his arms sadly

"You thought wrong Iz, I don't give a fuck about what you do, well yes I don't like you doing drugs, but also you can get over that and to me you are perfect" 

"Maybe it's too soon to say, but I love you y/n, I really do."

"I love you too Iz"

Outside pov.

Maybe they weren't so stupid after all, just scared of their feelings. The two blond boys, who understood each other without words. Izzy and you, on the other hand, needed words to understand each other fully.

But what matters is that in the end, everything was alright.