#thank you for being a bright spot in my life 💗

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ハイパーベンチレイション | RADWIMPS from BACK TO THE LIVE HOUSE TOUR 2023

[freckliedan]

where are you deear. i miss your posts. take care youre the royalty you think you are

💞💞💞 wah ily anon 💗❣️ i still check in every so often but—this has been the hardest year of my life in which i haven't been being actively abused, i think? so i've just been. in the shit.

since the start of april that's mostly consisted of processing the entire first 27 years of my life + this year not on a delay. which. it's exhausting. i'm rebreaking a lot of metaphorical old broken bones to set them right this time.

i'm alive and this blog will never be abandoned permanently but. yknow. right now it's most important to figure out how to fall asleep before 7am and to heal enough to find employment.

thank you, for this ask. getting messages like this is such a bright spot and makes me feel so connected and alive and like a person, which is not so common for me of late, and it helps so much.

i hope life is being so kind to you out there 💛💛💛💛💛

[callsign-rogueone]

HII!! I LOVE YOUR FICS SO MUCH they're so so nourishing and make my day so much better 😭😭

Your older/age gap Brennan has me in an absolute chokehold and it's kinda embarrassing the number of times I've gone back to read it (also 100% agree with the tags, I swear I'm a self-respecting girl but sometimes I just wanna be his trad wife).

I was wondering if I could also request a jealous!Brennan? Or just like a posessive Brennan in general? I just feel like even though he's older and mature and so composed, maybe he forgets to turn off his 'commander voice' sometimes?

ANYWAY thank you so much for writing! Hope you have a great day 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

WAIT ALSO I love that you're a Dain Aetos-enjoyer because every time I look up his tag on tumblr I get so so sad at his top posts 😭 need more of you in the fandom. OK I'M DONE (REAL).

I normally don't respond to request asks until I'm finished with it but this one made my day and I feel the need to reply now so:

hello hi i love YOU. your comments give me life, literally. I gain 5hp every time I get a notification from you. your comments are always so nice 🥹 the one about the "required reading" made me literally laugh out loud in the middle of trying to tame my work's unpredictable beast of a photocopier, so that was a bright spot for me this morning. and your art is absolutely amazing.

agegap Bren also has me in a chokehold too. like, I love all of our boys, but mister Brennan Aisereigh nee-Sorrengail is a MAN. that's a whole husband right there. I was giggling and kicking my feet every time he spoke in Iron Flame. I literally tabbed each appearance he makes... drawing hearts in the margins...

I'll happily cook up some more possessive, jealous, dominant bren for you. I take my job of feeding my fellow Brennan girls very seriously 🫡

I am indeed a Dain Enjoyer. I'm not hiding it anymore, I'm speaking my truth. he's a bit of an idiot, but so are all 23-year-old boys, and he did the right thing in the end! also, he's hot. in my mind, he looks like Luke Newton (Colin) from Bridgerton (not how he looks in the show, but how the actor looks irl, with the beard... yeah. 🫠) the dain tag on here also makes me sad so I never look in it :( we need to make a "nice things about dain" tag or something. but the search function on this website is a mess lmao

sorry that my response was so long jhddf. but thank you again for being so nice 🥺 the fandom (and the internet) needs more people like you 💗

also I have your AO3 bookmarked, and as soon as my work contract ends and I actually have free time again, I will be seated with popcorn, ready to read all of it 🥰

[imaginespazzi]

Hey friend, i just wanted to come on here and say that life’s been real shitty lately and your and @pb5-a35’s blogs have become two of the few bright spots, and so i can’t thank you both enough. I’m so glad to have found pazzi cos honestly, i needed something good to fixate on just to help get me through ahah. But yeah, like just coming on here and reading your fics or being delulu with y’all has been such a massive help, like i can’t even tell you how much.

And i don’t write this to make you feel like you’re obligated or pressured in any way to continue making other people like me happy because i know you guys probably deal with your own shit too. I just really wanted to express my gratitude for how much you’ve helped me. Y’all have a fan in me for as long as these blogs exist and even beyond. Anyways, sorry to get sappy and emotional on here, back to the regularly scheduled programming we go. Much love 💗💗

Aww babes, this made me emotional. I'm really glad (and I'm sure @pb5-a35 will agree) to be even a little bit of help to you and I'm glad my silly old deluluness and fics brings you some happiness. I never thought I'd become a tumblr girlie again but it really has become my happy place and if it's helping to make even one person's a day a little brighter, then I'm even happier to be here. And if you ever wanna talk bestie, I've been told I'm an okay enough listener and so my dms are always open, if you wanna rant about problems or just distract yourself. 💗

[its-tortle]

Hi! 💕 34 for the spotify wrapped ficlets? 🥰

hi riley! this is such a cute song and was definitiely fun to write 💗 thank you!

Sat in a pub on the Heath, first kiss, first Friday in June You asked what I tell my friends, said, "It's a glowing review" Baby, nothing much has changed, I guess your buzzcut, it grew But I'm still the girl with the blush, giving a glowing review

The little bell above the door rings as Bucky enters the cafe, and he checks his phone for the time. Only fifteen minutes late, he thinks. That’s still forgivable. He scans the tables that are busy with other Sunday-brunchers, and then spots his friends in the back left corner.

With a smile, he makes his way over to them. “Hey, guys.”

“Good morning,” Wanda greets. “You’re late.”

“And you’re wearing yesterday’s shirt,” Natasha adds.

Bucky frows and lets out an incredulous huff of a laugh. “What? You didn’t even see me yesterday.”

“Yeah, but you are very active on your Instagram story.” Natasha gives him a smug little smile as he sits down across from her.

“That,” he says with a pointed look in her direction, “is stalker behavior. And why am I being interrogated so early in the morning?”

“It’s after ten,” Wanda laughs.

Clint frowns at her. “That’s early.”

Bucky leans across the table to high five him. 

The girls roll their eyes, but say nothing for a moment as they all take a minute to look at the menu. Bucky knows what he wants, really. He’s been getting the blueberry waffles here since they first started coming.

Instead he looks around the bright, colorful space and lets the June sun fall on his face through the window and let’s himself think about last night, and this morning. He’s smiling into his hand before he knows it.

“Okay, Bucky,” Natasha interrupts his daydream. “Your grace period is over.”

“That was the grace period?”

Natasha doesn't respond. “Spill. I assume the date went well since you didn’t go home last night?”

And Bucky really isn’t good at being subtle. He can feel his lips straining to hold back a grin as soon as she asks.

“Oh my god,” Clint remarks. “He’s whipped.”

“Shut up,” Bucky says pointedly. “I am not whipped. But, um. Yeah. It went really well.”

His friend all just look at him with pointed stares like he’s not off the hook yet. Bucky lets out a long breath, and then gives in.

He tells them about how he had really only been going on the tinder date because his therapist said he needed to get out more, and also because the guy was gorgeous on his pictures, but how that had had nothing on him in real life. He told them that Steve was nice, and funny, and seemed genuinely interested in the world and in Bucky. They had gotten burritos for dinner and then gone for drinks and talked until the bar closed at 3 AM. Nothing had happened, he explained with a pointed look, but Steve’s place was much closer and Bucky was really tired so Steve had offered his place up.

“He’s a gentleman,” Bucky tells them. “He offered to sleep on the couch, for fuck’s sake.”

Wanda barks out a surprised, happy little laugh. Clint snorts.

“He didn’t though?” Natasha asks with a gracefully raised eyebrow.

Bucky feels himself blush, even though he knows its ridiculous. “No. I wanted to cuddle.”

Wanda laughs in earnest then, and the others join in with chuckles of their own. It’s not mean, though, not at all, and Bucky feels a laugh bubble out of his own throat at the joy he feels reverberate around the table.

“A glowing review, then?” Wanda asks, still grinning.

Bucky nods. His cheeks are warm.

“We’re happy for you, Bucky.”

--

This time, he’s almost thirty minutes late. The bell above the door still rings out in the same jingle, and Bucky still finds his friends at the same table in the back corner by the window.

He goes to them swiftly, still slightly out of breath from his power walk from the subway stop. “Hey,” he greets. “Sorry I’m late.”

Wanda rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “We’re used to it.”

Natasha checks her watch. “This is a pretty significant one, though. Have a good morning?”

Her voice is teasing and suggestive, and Bucky off-handledly gives he the finger. “Shut up.”

“That’s a yes,” she says, and Bucky wants to wipe that smug look right off her face.

Bucky still orders the blueberry waffles and a large coffee, and Clint still gets a giant strawberry milkshake. Wanda wants the fresh orange juice. The whole thing feels very familiar, like stepping into a timeless scene of unchanging comfort. Bucky basks in it.

But he’s also grinning again, thinking about Steve and how he had looked that morning, with sleepy eyes and messy golden hair, and how he had kissed Bucky goodbye with an easy, familiar ‘see you tonight’. 

Bucky hears his name suddenly, and looks up to find Natasha giving him an amused look.

“What?” he asks dumbly.

Her amused smile widens. “We were wondering if you’re free Friday. They’re playing that Scorcese movie at the Spectacle.”

“The mafia one?”

Natasha nods.

Bucky thinks for a moment. “I’ll have to see. It’s mine and Steve anniversary, but I’ll ask.”

“Not it’s not,” Wanda says quickly, and Bucky shoots her a questioning gaze. “You got together at my birthday party on the 16th, I remember.”

Bucky lets out an incredulous huff. “You guys know way too much about this relationship,” he comments. “But, yeah, sure, that’s when we made it official. But we just say the first Friday in June.”

The others nod. They must also be remembering the way Bucky came in almost a year ago, fifteen minutes late and in yesterday’s shirt.

“It’s still going well, then?” Wanda asks.

Bucky feels himself grin and blush before he’s even opened his mouth. “Yeah. Really well. I- He’s just wonderful.”

Natasha laughs. “Oh my god. Truly nothing has changed.”

“His weird haircut grew out,” Clint points out.

And before Bucky can protest that it was cute, Wanda chimes in. “But Bucky’s still sitting at brunch with a blush, giving a glowing review.”

Bucky’s blush deepens. He remembers all those months ago, when Steve had worried about what Bucky told his friends. He really needn’t have.

[kedsandtubesocks]

advance happy birthday my dearest erika 🥺💗 you are one of the brightest, warmest, and loveliest people i’ve met on here and i am so grateful!!! that we are friends 🥺 you are so enthusiastic and kind with everyone, and your energy is just!!! so infectious!!! a happy erika feels like a happy everyone too 🥹 i hope you spend your birthday doing everything that leaves you feeling heart-full 💗 i am sending you sunshine and cake and all the pedros and gojos in the world ☀️🍰🌎

and my participation!!! for your birthday celebration 💃 -> 🍰 + 💖 (hihi)

a little confession! is that i was so nervy over joining the server at first bc i thought… m-me? l-little sel? everyone in it is so cool i feel like a baby sumtimes 🤧 but you along w everyone else have made me feel so welcomed 🥺 and warm 🥺 i am so grateful!!! and so beyond happy that we get to share all our silly thoughts n ideas all the time 🥹

Sel SEL WHY DO YOU WANNa makE ME CRY HUh? THIS IS LITERALLY ME RN

PLS OMG YOU are the true honor to know dearest and I’m beyond grateful we’re friends too!!! 🥺 I wish I could put into words how precious to me YOUR words are but they mean the world to me truly and I think about how lucky I am to have someone as sweet as you come into my life!!! In my heart we are giggling over cake and I’m showing you all the Pedro videos LOL 😇

And omg confession on my part now 🫣 but I thought you’d find me annoying LMAO!! I remember thinking “oh no I’m being too eager and excited shut up” LOL yet 🥺here we are🥺 you make the server so fun and bouncing off ideas as well as doing our deep dives has been an absolute comfort and treat and I’M the grateful one times infinity 😫

But omg let’s get into some party games now lol!

🍰 a slice of cake for someone as sweet at you!

The color to describe Sel would be an electric aqua that brightens a room. The kind of aqua color you see in arcades that just brighten up the atmosphere or the color you spot in the lights at a concert. And it’s because, like that brilliant aqua color, she is brightness personified - an electric excitement and hope of kinder things.

💖let’s get you a Pedro boyfriend babe

The legend himself, Mr Din Djarin, the mandalorian - would be a DREAM with you Sel! 🩶

He seems quiet at first but is so SNARKY and teasing in his own dry humor way. I think he would enjoy being light and playful with you because everything thinks he’s intense and somber but you would see the true him! Patient and incredibly loyal, he would be by your side through anything. Also Din would take down a whole battalion of storm troopers for you with his bare hands and that alone is just OOF 😮‍💨 plus you would take him by storm… this beautiful sweetheart being kind and caring that the minute he sees you interacting with such gentleness with the baby or being genuinely kind to him, not being afraid of who he is and instead respecting his identity as a mandalorian - yeah Din is yours lol

Sel I seriously cannot thank you and from the bottom of my heart I appreciate you so much! I am raising a toast to us and to more beautiful warm moments with you!!!! 🥹🥂💕✨

[stargirlfics]

I appreciate how cheerful you always seem to be. I have a mediocre life and negativity is everywhere around me, so people like you really put little bright spots into my day ☺️

Oh thank you!!! 💖 I’m glad I can bring something bright to your days! I’d argue that your life is pretty cool and special even if you think it’s mediocre! And I get what you mean about seeing a lot of negativity around you or just in general in the world, it’s exhausting isn’t it, I think that’s part of why I like making people feel welcome and happy around me if I can, we all need more bright spots! 🥰

Thank you for this! There’s definitely times where I’m not cheerful and it’s very hard to get out of my head about things and I’m a very sad n sensitive mess but things like this end up being bright spots for me too! 🥺💗💗 All the love!!

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

there are no words in the world to express how i much i value you and your presence in my life🌷 just one encouraging comment from you and i feel recharged, that's your superpower baby!

(i needed to tell you this and also send you all my love and my hugs)

dasha this is so sweet to read, what ???? 😭

i’m going to go head out and pick you a garden of flowers brb 🌹🌸💐🌺🌷🌻🌼🪷🪻 thank you for being a bright spot in my life too! you have such a way with words you know? i feel warm now 🥹 i love you 💗💗💗

[suugrbunz]

Those web weaves are gorgeous! The pictures go so beautifully together and the colours are so easy to look at <3

So - I didn’t like the way I’d written their first meeting, so it’s deleted! But, in this excerpt, they’ve only just met around 1/2 hour prior. 

As I said, she’s mellowed by him & it shows even early on. A lot of my writing revolves around characters’ walls & hard edges slowly melting away. 

“‘m sorry faw the wet, Maureen. Let me know whe’ I should go, keep yaw stuff dry,” he drawls, sticking to his spot by the door as she clatters around in her home, seemingly unfazed by the water she herself is dripping.

“Don’ worry about it, just sink into one o’ the seats, I don’ care.. Wha’s you’ name again? I don’ recall exactly,” 

He moves back a little and leans against the wooden door. He waits for her to return to the room before speaking. 

“Lyam Benoit, ma’am,” he drawls as his eyes follow the thick puffs of pungent smoke that continually pour out of not only her throat, but seemingly her entire being. 

She giggles but it’s a harsh, croaky sound, her face scrunching up as her palms reach up to engulf his face in affection. He doesn’t seem to mind, just smiles down at her in admiration of her open touchiness, 

“I’ll go find somethin’ fo’ ya t’ wea’, Benoit,”

Maureen moves away, disappearing into the darkness of her narrow hallway, the vague sound of her palm slapping the button on the radio crawling through the shadows before music drifts through the smoke in the flat. “Darlin’” by The Beach Boys crackles through the shadows.

Very inspired by that ship, haha!

I gotta tell you, I’m really needing some time away from Tumblr and the internet. It’s eating away at me and my time. I really, really need to get offline more - for my health. Need to take a long break, not only from Tumblr but from fandom and from pop culture. 

Hope we can talk again someday in the future, though 💗

Thank you for all our talks, for all the help with creating Lyam, and for the moodboard 💕 I just really, really gotta get away and make my life simpler. 

Take care of yourself <3 I really hope life is good for you this year and things turn out well for you. You’re lovely! 

Goodbye! 

💝anon

Oh :(

There's so much to say... I think you're a very talented writer. Naturally talented. Even if you do not view yourself in such a manner. I hope you're okay. I teared up reading the final bit. I wasnt online because of Shabbat and I just... I really hope you're okay. You are valued on this earth, I hope you understand that. You have been a brightness in my life, though you haven't been apart of it for long. And now you're stepping away from it. You're so lovely and have inspired me to write multiple times. You really have had an impact on me in some ways because of that. I hope your health improves. I hope that your life comes together in the ways you wish for it to do so. I have many hopes for you. Now I'm crying like a small child. Um. Thank you for being in my life, may our paths cross again. <3

[kwonzoshi]

This isn't an ask, but I just wanted to say how much I love you and your blog.

I had avoided Tumblr for quite literally a decade after a really bad falling out with friends on here. But I tiptoed back in once I got into BL earlier this year and you were one of the first blogs I came across.

I always look for your posts in the tags when new episodes come out and they bring me so much joy. I have no friends in real life to talk to about this stuff with so I love seeing and relating to what you post, even if I'm too shy to actually interact with them.

Thank you for being a bright spot in my (and no doubt other people's) day ❤️❤️

Nonnieeeee. I’m literally about to cry 😭 Pleaaaassee don’t be shy, I LOVE interacting with people here and I would love to be able to share posts and thoughts and just my crazy ramblings with you 💗 Only if you’re comfortable of course!

Thank you so so so much for this message, I am so glad I’m able to put a smile on your face 💗 this message put a HUGE one on mine 😊

[becca-e-barnes]

You’re sick of inexperienced boys not helping you finish during sex. During your frustration outburst, you spill everything to your dad’s best friend Bucky, who then agrees it should be a crime and shows you how a real man makes love to a woman.

The Outburst

We’re keeping Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky Fridays going!! Thank you so much for this one Margo, I loved it so much and I can’t wait to write the rest! 💗 I put a little bit of twist on this so it’s a little raunchier than the ask suggested, I hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Dad’s Best Friend! Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: You’ve had a terrible few weeks so your dad’s best friend offers to put you out of your bad mood

Warnings: Smut, breakup mention, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, forced orgasm, arguments, significant age gap (Bucky is in his 40’s, Reader is in her mid 20’s), vaginal fingering, pet names, dumbification, degradation, frustrated!reader, sex toy mention, brat taming, one clit spank

Minors, do not interact

You had to admit, you were on edge recently. You knew it was obvious to everyone around you but why should that matter?

You were agitated. Every word that left your mouth had a bite to it. You knew you were being stroppy and moody but could you find it in yourself to care? Absolutely not.

You’d had a pretty shit couple of weeks, all things considered. You’d had an argument with your best friend, your boyfriend had dumped you and then in the middle of it all, your vibrator had broken.

Living back at home meant no privacy. It had been hard even finding time alone with your boyfriend, never mind getting a new vibrator delivered safely without anyone opening it.

You were tense and things didn’t seem to be getting any better, everyone and everything was getting on your nerves.

Life had no bright side these days so you decided just to stew in your bad mood for a little while longer.

Even the sight of your dad’s best friend couldn’t pull you out of your bad mood, despite the fact you’d had the biggest soft spot for him. If anything, seeing a man so painfully attractive only made you more angry somehow. If that was even possible.

And there he was, leaning against the cold marble kitchen counter with a smirk on his face. Eating your fucking dessert.

“Jesus Buck, you can’t stay at your own house for a change? Have to come here and eat my food instead?” Your grumbling only made his smirk widen, the teaspoon twirling in his mouth tauntingly.

“Wow, when your dad said you were in a mood, I didn’t think it would be this bad.” His teasing was only winding you up more. You weren’t in a bad mood. He was just getting on your nerves. At least that’s what you were telling yourself.

“Not in a bad mood but that was mine.” You argued, nodding towards the plate that once contained a slice of pie that Bucky had eaten.

“And it was delicious honey, much sweeter than your little attitude these days. You wanna tell me why you’re bein’ such a bitch?” God you must’ve been hard up because rather than anger you, his words sent a pang of need through you. His voice was soft and low, somehow both taunting and understanding at the same time and damn you wanted to offload all your shit on him but it’s not like you could really talk to Bucky about everything going on in your life.

“I don’t have an attitude Buck, fuck you.” You thought you’d said it quietly enough that he wouldn’t hear, you really did. But when Bucky slammed the plate down on the counter, you knew you were in so much deeper than you should to be, the clatter reverberating around the room.

“Would you stop running that bratty fucking mouth of yours for just one damn day? Jesus, I don’t know what’s got into you recently but you’re a pain in the ass.” You had never seen Bucky this pissed off in all the years you’d known him, a fire burning intensely behind his usually calm eyes.

“Fuck you Bucky, you have no idea how awful this month has been. Just leave me alone.” The anger was bubbling up inside you too, threatening to spill over.

“Doesn’t mean you can treat everyone around you like this. For God’s sake, just break out that little shitty vibrator you have and relax a bit.” His words actually left you speechless. How did he know you had a vibrator?

“Oh, you think you’re subtle honey? Can hear that thing a mile away. God, I’d almost thought about buying you a quieter one for Christmas.” You knew your mouth was hanging open and there wasn’t a thing you could do about it.

“Maybe if that boyfriend of yours was any use, you wouldn’t need it so often in the first place.” Bucky was still going, laying it on thick to the point that you could feel your voice coming back, shock eventually wearing off.

“We broke up Bucky. He’s gone now. But hell, shit sex was better than no sex.” You weren’t even sure if you meant that. Your boyfriend had been worse than useless in bed, only ever thinking of himself.

“Then I guess that little vibrator is gonna be overworked, isn’t it honey?” His eyes had softened a little after you mentioned the breakup but his tone still carried a jag.

“Yeah, unfortunately it’s broken right now.” Your sarcasm practically dripped from every word and all of a sudden, Bucky found himself feeling sorry for you.

“Sounds like a shit one angel. No wonder you’ve been in a mood all week. All that pent up frustration and no way to let it out? Glad that boyfriend is gone though. Don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone who looked more incompetent than that idiot. Bet he never even made you finish, did he? Probably only ever thought of himself. Doesn’t see that the real fun in sex comes from pleasin’ your partner. Rule of thumb sweetheart; never go on a second date with anyone who doesn’t make you cum as many times as you can handle. And then one more for good measure. Obviously have a safeword in mind though. Would be so easy to get carried away with a pretty little thing like you.” How on earth was he just nonchalantly setting his plate into the dishwasher while talking to you like that? The words just rolled off his tongue without a second thought and holy shit, you couldn’t even imagine how it must feel to be with a man who didn’t know how to stop giving you orgasms.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be dating for a while. Guess I’ll just have to go buy a new vibrator in the meantime.” All that fight had been knocked out of you. The wind had completely left your sails and you almost felt like you were floundering. Talking to Bucky about sex toys wasn’t exactly how you had planned to spend your evening but it sure sounded better than wallowing in self pity.

“I mean, that’s an option… But I’m sure it wouldn’t take you long to find someone new. Hell, if I were fifteen or twenty years younger, I’d be all over you.” As he spoke he closed up the dishwasher, noticing he’d accidentally got some pie filling on his thumb. Rather than just wiping it off though, his tongue darted out, laving over the soft pad of his thumb, the eye contact almost driving you wild.

The air felt thicker somehow. Heavier. Weighed down by the gravity of his admission.

“Why would you need to be twenty years younger Buck? You don’t think you could handle being buried inside a woman anymore? You don’t think you’d last?” God you were getting on his nerves but at least if your mid-twenties had given you anything, it was confidence.

“Just the opposite angel. You’ll maybe realise some day there’s more to life than your shitty vibrator from the Stone Age. Just imagine bein’ with a real person that could make you cum even harder than it can. Sex is fuckin’ incredible sweetheart. You just need someone to show you how amazing it can be. Someone with a little bit of experience behind them.”

“You offering?” You raised an eyebrow teasingly, shuffling slightly towards him, practically daring him to reach out and touch you. The deep chuckle that left his throat in response had your body clenching, responding to him of its own accord.

“Sweetheart, that’s mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble some of these days. So sharp and quick witted. Bet that mouth looks so pretty stuffed full, hm? Bet you’d hardly know what to do with yourself if you weren’t able to run your mouth.” His thumb trailed ever so gently over your bottom lip, teasing you, trying to lure you in to biting. And of course, that bad mood hadn’t been fucked out of you yet.

“Oh Bucky, that’s cute. You think you could fill my mouth? I bet you’re all talk, just trying to overcompensate. It’s probably tiny.” But Bucky only huffed out a laugh, his huge hand holding your face so gently.

“Wouldn’t you like to know sweetheart. You know that’s not true. You know I would fuck you right. Turn you a little quivering mess on my cock and then just keep going. You need that don’t you? Need this attitude fucked right out of you?” You hated how right he was but your mouth wasn’t letting you stop there. The fact he was so laid back was only annoying you more, displaying the kind of confidence that only comes with knowing your insults were wrong.

“I don’t need any more disappointing dick in my life thanks.” You shot back, Bucky’s smirk never even faltering.

“Disappointing? That’s up to you sweetheart. If you want to pass up the opportunity to have the best sex of your life, I totally understand.” It didn’t take long for Bucky to turn on his heels, taking his first few steps away, planning to just leave you thinking about what he’d said. “But good luck getting those little fingers to fill you up like I could.”

The gasp that left your lips gave you away, your mouth, once again, running away from you.

“Bucky wait.” You breathed, barely giving yourself time to talk yourself out of it. No, you wanted this too badly. You needed it.

Bucky’s grin was practically taking over his entire face as he spun back around to look at you, confidence oozing out of every pore.

“Yes honey?” You knew he was trying to make you say it. He needed to hear the lust dripping from our voice.

“Please. Just fuck me, please.” You almost sounded pathetic already and he was far more into it than he wanted to admit.

“See? This is better, isn’t it? So much easier when you just ask me nicely. You’re not a big scary lion, are ya? More like a little kitten.” He crossed the little space between you quickly, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss that made your head swim. You weren’t used to this kind of lust and passion, both of his hands holding your face.

The kiss only got deeper, his body rolling against yours and oh.

Bucky clearly had every right to be so confident, his thick, hardening length pressed between your bodies. Shit, he was so much bigger than you were used to working with, you didn’t even need to see it to know that you’d struggle to take it all.

“Not backin’ down baby? Not scared of what a cock this big is gonna do to you? Bet you’ll feel me all up in your guts, baby girl. Sure as hell gonna fuck that little bratty streak out of you.” His growl was low and seductive, only encouraging you to press your body closer to his while he scooped you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

“You call that big? It’s average at best Buck.” Your little teasing smile as he dropped you onto the bed took over your whole face, watching in amusement as he pulled his T-shirt off before leaning back down to make out with you again.

He was so impressively built, you couldn’t stop yourself digging into the muscles of his back, loving how they rippled under your fingertips.

His lips on your neck and the light scratching of his stubble was heavenly, making his way down to your breasts before pushing your clothes out of the way, taking a nipple into his mouth. The way he bit and sucked had you crying out, desperate for more and arching against his hot mouth. Your fingers curled in the short hair at the back of his head, his tongue laving beautifully over your sensitive bud.

“Look at ya, lost in it already and ‘m not even ‘nside you yet.” His little proud taunt was muffled by your breast in his mouth before he switched sides, giving the other the same attention.

“So sensitive aren’t you honey? Guess that’s what happens when you’ve never been touched by a man who knows what he’s doin’.” He helped you get undressed, your top pulled up over your head before he started to remove his own jeans and you shuffled out of yours, only in your underwear now.

“Bucky, please. Sick of foreplay, just fuck me.” You couldn’t help how breathless you sounded, the wet spot soaking your your underwear making you almost embarrassed.

“Foreplay? Sweetheart, that was just a warm up. If a woman doesn’t cum during foreplay, it doesn’t count.” He shuffled down the bed, spreading your thighs and placing one over each shoulder. You heard him hum appreciatively, stroking the length of your wet panties with one fingertip, revelling in the sight of his finger getting so slick. Before you knew it though, he had pulled the panties to the side, his mouth had latching onto you in an instant, sucking your bundle of nerves in a way that had you crying out.

“So fuckin’ sweet honey. Taste even better than that fuckin’ pie.” You felt one thick finger lining up to your hole and beginning to press in while his mouth worked your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh Bucky, fuck, what was that?” You gasped softly, gripping his hair and groaning as he curled his finger again, the sensation taking you to a whole new level of pleasure.

“You’re tellin’ me no one ever found your g-spot before? You never even found it yourself?” He was in absolute disbelief, looking up at you through thick lashes, shock plastered over his face while his finger continued to curl.

“Oh god, ah - no. Pretty sure I’d remember that feeling.” You hardly managed to get the words out with the endless pleasure clouding your vision.

“Oh sweetheart, this is gonna be fun.” With that, Bucky’s lips connected with your clit once more, his finger stroking inside you until he added a second. The stretch was a little intense but the immediate pleasure made it bearable.

“Fuck, feel you flutterin’ round me. You gonna cum already? C’mon honey, wanna hear you scream for me.” Before you even had a chance to register his words, his tongue was flicking over you faster and harder, his fingers rubbing and curling in a way that had the wettest sounds escaping your body.

“Ah, oh Bucky fuck, yes right there, right fuckin’-“ You weren’t even able to finish your sentence before your orgasm took over, a little whine dragged from you as pleasure erupted in your body. Bucky could only groan, loving how hard you gripped his hair through your high, pressing his hot mouth down on you harder.

But then he didn’t relent. His mouth didn’t ease up, his fingers didn’t stop and your thighs were shaking.

“Bucky, too sensitive, mhm, no more.” As much as you didn’t think you could handle more, your body was telling you you could. You needed more.

“We’re only gettin’ started honey. Safeword is ‘blueberry’.” He mumbled out before his lips were right back on you again, fingers working as fast as ever. You were seeing stars, your little hole clenching and fluttering around his digits, right on the edge of pleasure already.

“Oh God no, I can’t, I’m gonna cum again Bucky.” You were totally shameless, rutting against his face, taking all the pleasure he was offering and he was loving it.

“Cum for me angel. Pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet, you got me humpin’ the bed for some relief. Never tasted anythin’ like it.” He sounded absolutely blissed out, you’d been too wrapped up in your pleasure to notice Bucky trying to ease his own need, his hips grinding into the mattress, hard and leaking and horny as all hell.

Just the sight of him so needy could’ve got you off again but his fingers and mouth made it impossible not to cum, the insane buildup finally giving way to a head spinning orgasm.

“You’re gushin’ oh God, look atcha.” Bucky was completely in awe, replacing his mouth on your clit with his other hand so he could lap up your juices dripping down his fingers and over his palm.

You could hardly handle it anymore, your body becoming so pliant under his touch that you would’ve done anything he asked in that moment.

“Fuck, never gonna get enough of this pussy. Jus’ know you’ve got another orgasm in that pretty little body, don’t ya? Gonna cum again for me?” Your body wasn’t listening to your head, nodding away before you had a chance to fully register what you were signing your already overworked hole up for. “Such a good fuckin’ girl.” His praise made you tingle, his fingers beginning to curl inside you once again. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, coupled with filthy whimpers from both of you.

Then gentlest slap to your clit had your eyes forced open, a deep, guttural groan forced out of your throat given how overstimulated you were.

“Oh fuck honey, you like that? Like having your little clit spanked? Guess it makes sense. You’re far filthier than I imagined.” His mocking only made you wetter until you felt his free hand press down on your lower tummy, somehow driving his fingers ever harder against that sweet spot inside you.

“Bet you don’t even need me to touch your clit to make you cum. Bet you could get off on jus’ this, couldn’t ya? Let’s find out.” His fingers sped up and as much as you tried to buck your hips away from him, his hand only held you down, keeping you in place.

You were squirming under his touch, his blue eyes trained on where your sweet lips were parted, taking his fingers with ease. Your slick dripped out around them, coating the bedsheet beneath you and he was so lust-drunk he could’ve swore he almost came as a fresh flood of arousal dripped from you, your fingers clenching sweetly around his hand once more.

“That’s it honey, doing so well. Keep cummin’ for me, that’s it. Feels so good doesn’t it? My fucked out little doll doesn’t even know how to stop.” Your moans were sinful, telling him just how overworked you were, how blissed out he’d managed to get you and yet, as soon as his fingers eventually slipped from you, you were on him. Your tongue worked over his, tasting yourself faintly on his lips and somehow it only made the need bubble up inside of you again.

“Shit Bucky, needa feel you fuckin’ me.” You words were muffled by his plump lips, your hands on a mission to remove his underwear, not that he was complaining.

He was even bigger than you had first expected. Long and dangerously thick, throbbing and leaking beautifully.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of him, pressing him back on the bed before straddling him, lining him up with your sopping hole.

“Oh god honey, stop teasin’.” He’s whining, bucking his hips up against you until you feel his head start to breech your hole, stretching you out more than you could’ve believed.

You don’t even realise you’re sinking down on him until you’re about half way down his length, you walls fighting to adjust because you’re just so eager to feel him seated inside you.

“Look atcha now. Not a single word of back talk, is there? Not gonna hear any more cheek from you now, am I?” Bucky was so smug, loving how you couldn’t even answer as you sank down completely on his cock, your clit resting on the neatly trimmed hair at his base.

You were dizzyingly full, whimpering and rutting on him of your own accord and you swore you felt him in your tummy.

“Oh no angel. No more soft, gentle orgasms for you. We’re makin’ sure that attitude is totally fucked out.” With that, he flipped you over, your back hitting the soft bed and then the pounding started.

You could hardly handle his pace, your fingers twisting the sheets up in ecstasy as he slammed into you, grunting and groaning in your ear about how good you felt.

“Grippin’ me so tight, shit I’m gonna cum in this pretty pussy. You’re so fuckin’ wet. Won’t stop tryin’ to milk me. Holy shit.” Every little praise was music to your ears, your own hand drifting down to play with you clit.

“Fuck honey, didn’t think you’d actually be able to handle another one. What a good girl, playing’ with yourself while I stuff you full of cock.” Your eyes were rolling back, your breasts bouncing with each sharp thrust.

“Jesus Bucky, oh shit, ‘m gonna cum. So fuckin’ close.” You couldn’t believe how fast your fingers were working, you orgasm ready to explode in you any moment.

“Come on baby, fuck ‘m right behind you. Gonna give you so much cum. You’re gonna be so full, holy shit.”

You were teetering right on the edge until you heard Bucky’s low, drawn out groan, his dick twitching, pumping you full just as he promised. He was a picture above you, face screwed up in pleasure as your orgasm took hold, your body milking his dick for all you were worth.

You clawed at his back, working yourself through your high until neither of you could possibly give any more, collapsing onto the bed in a puddle of endorphins.

“Oh. My god.” He panted, breathless and sweaty and spent but with the biggest smile on his face. One that you were certain mirrored your own.

“Okay. I take it back. That was not disappointing.” You laughed softly, cuddling up against his naked body and he was more than happy to let you, kissing the top of your head ever so gently.

“Do me a favour will you? Run your mouth again tomorrow morning. Cause shit, if this happens every time you’re being a bitch, I don’t want you to stop.”

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[vanrougelia]

Hiii Kiru!! Could I request Riddle, Azul and Jamil with a GN reader (can be a separate character from Yuu) that acts like Gentaro Yumeno? I love your writing style!!

hi anon!! im glad you like my writing style thank you!! gentaro is one of my faves in hypmic so don't mind me writing a lot here💗 if you get a certain hypmic reference here i love you forever /p.

note: reader is not yuu/mc. not proofread, might contain grammatical mistakes. slight riddle favoritism

Azul, Riddle, and Jamil with S/O that acts like Gentaro Yumeno.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS is interested in the way you speak and the fact that you always carry a notebook with you. he knows that you are an author, so there's no surprise with your creativity in words. you seem to always have interesting stories to tell. so he doesn't mind listening to you ramble for a while.

what he doesn't like is that you are a good liar. well, you are good at storytelling, so he is not fazed by it. however, he might not be able to keep his composure whenever you tell stories about you and him. "oh! me and riddle used to be star-crossed lovers in the past life. i was a princess and he was a samurai, and we were born to be meant for each other." that got to be a lie, right? his face became bright red as he heard that statement. "hey! you're not serious, right?!" he blurted. RIDDLE's reaction made you chuckle, which you reply with "of course, that is all a lie. maybe the lovers part will happen soon."

the poor second year almost malfunctioned on the spot. though, the thought of you dating RIDDLE enticed his mind. your stories are so convincing that other people actually believe what you said. you are actually entertaining to him, since he could ask you to make up stories for him whenever he feels bothered. of course, there are times you make the boy flustered. "thou must tell me if you wish to be with me, rosehearts," you giggled. he then scoffed, "hmph, what if you told me it's a lie?" honestly, you're not surprised that he said that. "of course, that's a lie, i am not that interested in you." you added. of course, that statement made the housewarden sad. in order to get his hopes up again, you said once again:

"well, that is also a lie. i like you so much, riddle-san."

somehow, AZUL ASHENGROTTO has a feeling that half of what you're saying is a lie. he won't lie, you almost had him there, but he won't give in to your made-up stories. somehow, he's surprised that you manage to convince floyd with your storytelling technique.

oh, you're an author, you say? no wonder why you are good at persuading people with your stories, especially with the way you talk. maybe, he might be able to convince you to work with him on mostro lounge with a gig as a storyteller, maybe sign a contract with him. he is not expecting you to agree to work with him, but he still has hope that you may say yes. "of course, i'd like to work with you, AZUL-san," you smiled. that made the octo-merman have a grin on his face, only to drop later as you follow up with the "well, that's a lie."

how could you pass up this rare opportunity to work with him? "really? don't you want to earn extra thaumarks along the way?" AZUL sighed, trying to make you have second thoughts, which only made you laugh it off. "of course i want to, what i said earlier was also a lie."

if there's anything that can make AZUL scream internally, it has to be you for your persuasive lying. "ashengrotto, thou must take a breather first. you look like you're about to lose your mind, me thinks," you added as you skimmed through your pocket notebook.

"me being concerned to you isn't a lie. i can't have the person i like to hate me, right?"

if there's anything that could make JAMIL VIPER have migraine, it's gotta be you being a persuasive liar and kalim's burst of energy combined.

he is getting more concerned about kalim having to hear every story you tell. surely, you're not trying to coax him with something bad? you noticed the vice-housewarden's annoyed look at you as you chuckled at him. "JAMIL-san, thou must know that everything i tell kalim-san is not bad stories. he seemed interested in hearing it, why don't you join him? methinks you might like it."

of course, JAMIL isn't convinced. he won't lie, your stories as an author is really good that it is able to convince people that some events actually happened, or at least that's what they thought. you also told kalim a ridiculous story before, in which he didn't think that it's not true.

"before i got transferred here, i used to have a lover," you stated. you had a what? that certainly piqued JAMIL's interest. "we were so sweet to each other. we were basically the cutest couple! my, i wonder how he's doing right now," you added, as you continue to read on your notebook. after hearing what you said, the vice-housewarden's heart felt a pang, but he decided to shrug it off. of course, you noticed this, so you giggled at the poor boy as you told him, "oh by the way, that is all a lie."

this only made JAMIL more annoyed at you since he fell right to your lies, but internally, he was glad that you didn't have any romantic interactions with others before. maybe, he'll grow to like you more as time passes.

[canongf-archive]

(do NOT read until you’ve finished vol. 2!!)

liv. i just want to say that i’m sorry for your loss. i’ve been on your blog for a while now (and sent quite a few anon asks!) but nothing has ever seemed more important to say to you. i understand that now must be a *really* hard time for you, and i don’t know what else i can do besides offer comfort and sympathy. i want you to know that you’re an angel in the self-ship community and a bright spot in my life even though we’ve never officially talked. hang in there, sweet girl.

anon, reading this message is the first thing i did after the credits rolled last night. i saw the notification, i saw the first line, and i kept it close until the end of episode nine. i didn't even turn on the light first. and i have been trying to find the right words ever since.

you know when you're having a bad day and then you drop something? and maybe on any other day dumping your papers or spilling your bag wouldn't be a big deal but on that day it feels like the worst thing to happen. but then someone comes and kneels next to you on the ground and and helps you pick it all up. they straighten your papers and collect your things and they don't even care that they got their knees dirty for you. and you think "maybe things falling apart isn't so bad when there are people that are willing to stop and help you put them back together." that's what this ask feels like. it feels like having you kneel down and help hand all of my scattered pieces back to me.

i don't know if it's ever hurt like this before! there is something so special about him. so special about the way that i love him. and this loss is hitting me harder than i ever really expected it to. but it's also been really beautiful! it is beautiful to be able to feel things so deeply and to connect with people in this way, to be reminded that i am not alone in this. i am so grateful that you and i are able to exist on this earth at the same time. i am so lucky to have crossed paths with you.

thank you. thank you. thank you. it will never be enough. thank you. you didn't have to write to me but you did. i hadn't even posted anything about him yet. but you knew and you came to me anyway to offer me comfort and sympathy just for the sake of wanting to offer comfort and sympathy and i don't know if i will ever truly be able to express just how much that means to me. thank you for reaching out to me. not even just this time but thank you for every time that you've reached out to me, even when i didn't know it was you. thank you for thinking of me and caring about me and thank you for treating me with such warmth and kindness. thank you for being here. thank you for letting me be here. i love you, i love you, i love you. 💗💗💗

[heyangels]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GILLIEEEE 💗💖💕💞🌷🌼🌻⚘💖💗💞🌷🌼🌻🌷🌻🌼🌸💐🌺 I LOVE YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH and i hope u have the best day ever!!!!! thank you for being one of the most kindest n beautiful souls ive ever met like u literally restored my faith in humanity i love u so so much and you're such a bright spot in my life literally the sun rays would go to shame if they saw u!!! you're so soso talented like its insane how u come w such GOOD and aesthetic edits like ma'am literally teach me your ways!!!!!!!! i forever owe it to quarantine and the home gc for bringing us this close literally life would be a living hell w/o u in it!! there is not a day that goes by that i don't cherish our friendship i love u VERY much and i wish all the happiness and joy in the world u literally deserve everything nice and good ONLY!! SENDING YOU TONS AND TONS OF HUGS AND KISSES 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💘

I AM IN A PUDDLE OF TEARS!!!!! THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING EVER!!!! 🦋🥺 THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A LIGHT IN MY LIFE!!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! sending you a million bazillion kisses and hugs!!!!!!! how are you doing??? hope your day has been good and you listened to moon song at least 50 times today :) thank you so much for the edit also im in tears over it bc it is so my aesthetic it hurts!!!!!! ily ily ily ily ily my tan bear 🥺🧸✨

[paper-lilypie]

The Other Side || Good Omens

Been wanting to do this lately, so have this! The Greatest Showman AU!!! Enjoy, honeybuns!

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The bartender has a pretty chill life, when you think about it. You wake up, come in, work your ass off, serve drunkards their due, clean up, close up, and come back home to sleep; repeat cycle. It’s nice, the routine sticks and you manage to fly through the day while making your dough. Just tonight, he was serving a quiet fellow, sitting at the very end of the bar. He was the only customer at this hour; once he left, the bartender could pack up and leave.

Then he saw the kid come in.

And he felt all strength leave his body, sighing and preparing more shot glasses, having them at the ready. Not again.

“Oh come on! You haven’t even considered it yet!” Adam Young sat on the bar counter, legs dangling and smiling bright. The hat he wore when he entered the place lay discarded on one of the stools. “I’m telling you, it’ll be great!”

The customer glared at the kid, glass of beer settled on his lips. He didn’t like his quiet time being interrupted, especially by some annoying kid at half past eleven in the night. If he hadn’t a soft spot for children, he’d have done the bartender a favor and kicked him to the curb. Instead, he focused on calling him over and asking for a refill.

“Look,” The man thanked the bartender and retrieved his newly-filled glass. “I dunno what you’re on ‘bout. You’ve mistaken me for ‘nother guy.”

Adam tilted his head, “Have I? Are you not Anthony J. Crowley, producer for Hell’s Angels?”

The man scowled.

“It appears I’m right then.”

“What do you want?” Crowley angrily took a sip of his drink. “I’m busy.”

Adam called over the bartender, asking for a drink. Once refused, he pouted. “I told you already!”

“You want me to join the circus?”

“Not just join the circus, Mr. Crowley,” Adam grinned, crossing his legs onto the counter. “I want you to run away and join my circus.”

Crowley’s movements paused, and if black shades weren’t obstructing Adam’s view of the man’s eyes, he would have known he was squinting at him suspiciously. “Why?” He said.

“Why not?” Adam shrugged. His nonchalant nature was a God-given gift, he’ll tell you. The more casual he seems, the more convincing he is. “You’re fantastic at managing anything financial and I need a partner.”

“Don’t you already have one? Another lil’ guy?”

“Warlock has enough going down, as it is. He has to deal with the performers while I deal with the public.” Adam leaned forwards and placed his head on his hands. “I need you to help us out.”

The bartender raised a bottle in inquiry. Crowley shook his head no; he understood and put it away. “Aren’t you too much of a kid to be doin’ these kinds of things?”

“I’m fifteen.”

“You look eleven.”

“I make it work.”

“Doesn’t cancel out that you’re still a child.”

“And an excellent businessman.” Adam grinned. “Come on, Mr. Crowley. If it’s money you want, money you’ll get. I’ll split you 7% of our winnings.”

The man’s glass clinked loudly on the wooden surface, filling in the quasi-silence of the bar; he went silent.

From outside, you could enjoy the view of hundreds of people exciting the colorful building, smiles on their faces, balloons attached to their wrists, and peanut shells on their clothes. The business was roaring, going strong. They’d be gaining a lot of mula indeed.

A couple neared the door and knocked on it. The bartender jumped and shook his head at them. They sighed and went on their way.

“Eighteen.”

Adam blinked, momentarily surprised. “Sorry?”

“I wasn’t born this morning, kid.” Crowley smirked up at him. “Eighteen would be just fine.”

“E-Eight....” The boy’s calm nature faltered for merely a second, before regaining his posture again. He shared an amused look with the older man. “ Geez, why not just go on and ask for the entire earning, why don’t ya?”

“Is it an option?”

“Heavens, no.”

“Then 18% it is.” Crowley finished his drink.

“No from me, sorry.” The boy shuffled to his left, leaving a spot for the bartender to refill his glass. He then spotted the dirty stain Adam’s shoes left on the counter and glared. Adam smiled sheepishly.

“Fifteen then.” Crowley offered, obviously not really considering going on this deal.

“No. Eight.”

“Twelve.”

“How about nine?”

“Eleven.”

“How about ten and I add a bonus?”

This caught Crowley’s attention. “Oh?”

Adam uncrossed his legs and sat straight. He was serious now. He really needed Crowley on his side. “Ten percent of our earnings and, if you add an act or assist on one of our performer’s acts, whatever comes in for that piece is all yours.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow over his shades, “If I assist on one of your performer’s acts I’ll still get all the profit? What about the performer? Shouldn’t they get the share?”

“That’ll be your decision.”

Another pause from Crowley.

“Well? What do ya say, sir?” Adam called over the bartender and gave him a well amount of money. He was paying for the drinks. “Ready to step out of your cage and come on over to the other side of the business?”

Crowley’s scowl had long melted away and was now replaced with a thoughtful look. He then pondered in Adam’s exact words:

“I want you to run away and join my circus.”

He knew what he was implying. Crowley’s business with his siblings Beelzebub, Hastur and Ligur was roaring, it was great, but he really gave it as much as a side eye. He hated it. He felt trapped there, chained to the family business of producing and promoting theatrical acts. He also knew most of the audience came because of the wealth his family had, not the talent his clients held. It wasn’t what he wanted.

He wanted to run away from his circus and join elsewhere. Crowley wanted to go to the other side.

Sweeping his wild, red hair back, Crowley stood up and grabbed his black coat. “Deal.” He said.

Adam straightened up. “What?”

Crowley put on his gray scarf, and black hat. “Y’heard me, kid. Let’s do it.”

Eyes sparkling, Adam hastily stood up from his seat on the countertop and extended a hand. “Welcome to the other side, Mr. Crowley.”

Crowley shook it. “Glad to be here, boss.”

And just like that, Adam jumped down from the counter and made for the door, grabbing his discarded hat along the way. “Very well! Much to do! Now let’s get on and have you meet your new coworkers ‘less you wanna be fired already!”

Crowley blinked in surprise (at least, Adam thought he did, underneath his shades). “Sorry, I don’t go with you right this second and I’m fired? That’s not a... a thing.”

Adam threw the door open and turned with a smile, “Of course it is! I just invented it! Now come on! They’ll be on the last act of the night now!”

With a wary glance at the bartender, he took a deep breath, adjusted his hat, and exited the building.

The bartender sighed and put away the unused shot glasses. Finally he could close up for the night. Finally.

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Anthony J. Crowley knows about the showman business (as Adam likes to call it). He grew up in it, lived and breathed performing and promoting, he took on the family business with his siblings; he’s familiar with how it works.

This, Crowley realized, he was not prepared for.

“Excellent work, Anathema! Loved the purple effects! Oh, Wensleydale! Brian! Great footwork, keep it up— GREASY JOHNSON! Add in another pillow!!! Wouldn’t want the audience to get suspicious now, would we?!”

It was crazy. Performers, so many performers of different sizes, ages, colors and styles, buzzing about behind the curtain, all radiating excitement and determination to win over the audience and give them a good time. Never, in all the years Crowley has been in the business (which, admittedly, have been all) did he ever see such a warm and electrifying team. Just hearing everyone’s shouting, laughter and banter behind the scenes was enough to make Crowley’s heart beat so hard, it bruised his rib cage.

“And this here,” Adam pulled Crowley to meet another of the performers. “Is Pepper! She’s a knife thrower!”

“Uh... hello.” Crowley waved.

“The knife thrower, Adam.” The young girl glanced up at him, still sitting back and sharpening her blades. “You haven’t got any other one around here, now have you? Address me properly. And who’s he, anyways?”

Crowley swallows thickly as Adam answered without missing a beat. “This is Anthony J. Crowley, he—“

“Hell’s Angels?” Pepper interrupted, raising an eyebrow at the older man.

“Yup! That’s him!” Adam gave Crowley a squeeze on his shoulder. “He’ll be helping us out with all the money and junk, you know how it goes.”

Pepper’s stare hardened, “Yeah, I do.”

Without a moment to react, Adam was already dragging Crowley elsewhere to meet God knows who.

“Crowley, this is Agnes Nutter, Witch! She’s Anathema’s grandmother!”

“He—“

“It’d do ye well,” The older woman interrupted, putting away her equipment in her trunk. “When ole crowds lay theere eyes onto ye, ye keepe on ye own the eyes of hee.”

Crowley was lost. “I-I’m... sorry, what was that?”

“Agnes is a prophetess,” Adam smiled. “Take her advice to heart, believe me.”

“What, wait, no— I didn’t even understand—“

The boy pulled him away by the arm. “Moving on!”

Stumbling on his feet, he reached for his hat as he almost tripped over a boa constrictor slithering along the hay-littered floor. Then he nearly crashed into two fire-breathers, a very, very, very tall man and an animal trainer. Sweet maple seeds, Crowley thought, this is overwhelming. Much, much more different than his composed, civilized team back at Hell’s Angels. These guys were rowdy.

Adam led him to climb some stairs. “Ah! The woman of the hour! Miss Potts!”

Crowley raised his head, glasses askew, and stared at the elderly woman in front of him, bearing bright, orange hair and wild-colored clothes.

“Oh, Adam! Lovely to see you again! Warlock had been looking for you, something about the lions and feathers.”

Adam grimaced. “Not again.”

“What?” Crowley turned to Adam. “What is it?”

Adam ignored him, “Tell Newton that the spare are with the elephants.”

Miss Potts nodded and turned to Crowley now. “Well! And who might you be, dear?”

“Anthony J. Crowley,” Crowley interjected before Adam spoke. “New guy.”

“Well, I’m Majorie Potts, or as people know me: Madame Tracy.”

“She’s a medium. Works over by the ticket booth sometimes with Mr. Shadwell.” Adam clarified.

Madame Tracy nodded excitedly. She addressed Crowley again. “And what’s your act, hm?”

“I, uh, I don’t have one.” Crowley scratched the back of his neck, suddenly aware of how much of an outsider he must seem like. He stands out in this crowd.

Madame Tracy frowned. “Hm. Oh well, you’ll get to do your part eventually! Welcome to the family, Anthony!”

“Crowley...” He murmured under his breath and moved to the side, letting her walk down the steps to her destination.

Suddenly, a deafening sound bleed from within the red curtains on the second floor onto the backstage. Adam’s eyes sparkled.

“They’re finishing up! Let’s go!” He grabbed at Crowley again and dragged him up the last remaining steps.

“W-Wait! Adam, slow down a minute—!”

“Go!” Now at the top, he pushed him through the curtains.

Blinded by the bright lights and deafened by the crowd, Crowley opened his mouth to spit back at the kid.

Then time slowed.

He’s not sure how. He doesn’t know why. But he had to look down, part of him just urged him to look, look— look!

He looked.

And there he was.

Rising from below, as if flying, was another man— a performer. Hanging by his legs from a trapeze, he stretched out one arm in front of him, the other to the side. Once at eye level, time stopped.

Blue eyes, hooded in concentration opened wide when settling on Crowley’s frame. His white hair, flying with the wind, like clouds or cotton. The colors from the spotlights, white, yellow, pink— they shone on him from every angle and all Crowley could think was—

Time resumed and the trapeze artist disappeared.

The air had been sucked out of his lungs. He’s sure he even forgot how to breathe, as he stood there, not moving a muscle, those sharp, blue eyes engraved into the back of his mind.

“Who’s that?” Crowley breathed. He vaguely awknoledged Adam holding onto his arm once more and pulling him through the curtain and backstage.

Rushing down the stairs again, Adam continued to bear a shit-eating grin, as if he’d just heard the best news of his short life. “Hey! Hey! Johnson! No ones buying hats back here, get out front!” Then Adam made a right turn and his smile got bigger. “Oi! Michael! Aziraphale!”

Two figures, freshly retrieved from the crowd, turned to the boy’s call. Crowley’s breath hitched as his eyes fell on the man from a few moments ago.

“Let me introduce ya to my newest hire, Mr. Anthony J. Crowley!”

The two people walked over and for some reason, it took Crowley everything to stay upright. The man was otherworldly beautiful. Why on earth was he in a place like this?

The trapeze artist smiled warmly and gave him a small wave. “I’m Aziraphale Fell.” He turned to the person next to him. “This is my older brother, Michael Fell.”

And that’s when Crowley understood. Oh.

Noticing Michael’s growing nervousness, Crowley shot out his hand. “A pleasure, sir.”

With mild hesitation (and pleasant surprise), Michael shook it.

“So, what’s your act, Mr. Crowley?” Aziraphale crossed his arms over his light blue chest, smiling. He had big arms (and a big chest, and big hands, and big thighs—). “Anything new to bring onto the show?”

“I... I don’t...” It was hard to get the words out. Come on, you idiot, stop embarrassing yourself! He swallowed and stood up straighter. “I don’t have one.”

Expecting a frown, much like the rest of his new coworkers, Crowley was surprised to find Aziraphale continuing to bear his welcoming smile. If anything was to be different, he now wore an amused glint in his eye.

“Everyone’s got an act.” He tilted his head, studying Crowley’s reaction. Seeming to be satisfied, he uncrossed his arms and walked away, keeping eye contact with him until the last second. Crowley followed his figure as he turned a corner and disappeared. He then turned back around to see Michael raising an eyebrow at him accusingly.

Crowley smiles sheepishly and lets Adam take him away. He realizes a new sense of... something has settled into his chest at seeing things here in Adam and Warlock’s circus. Maybe he wouldn’t regret agreeing to be a part of it. Maybe he’ll like being on the other side.

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🍪1/3🍪 since matchups are open, could I request a JJBA matchup from part 1-4, no villains please? I’m a 5’6” straight Asian girl who enjoys playing video games, listening to music from the 70s-90s, reading, and singing karaoke! I have a soft spot all things cute (especially plushies and dogs!) and I have a collection of soft toys on my bed. Personality-wise, I’m really shy around new people but with close friends, I‘m super loud and energetic!

Hello!!!! Yes! Matchups are open, thank you so much for sending in a request!! 😄💗💕 

Your match is:

Josuke!

This sweet boy ticks all the boxes for a strong relationship with you! At 5’11” (and maybe a little taller, since he was only 16 in DIU) your height difference would be comfortable—Josuke doesn’t have to work too hard to kiss you or pull you into a hug (which he’s thrilled about, and does all the time when it’s just the two of you alone!). He’d never push you into excessive PDA, but sometimes he’d get so excited or happy that he couldn’t help but envelop you in a huge bear hug, no matter where you were.

Like you, Josuke loves video games and music (his favorite artist is Prince, so your 70s-90s tastes would be in good company!) He doesn’t sing much, but he’d love to go out with you for the night to a private karaoke room and belt out tunes by your side (you could count on Okuyasu trying to join a few times too). Josuke’s softer side would come out when you show him your plushies. He would be extra careful with the collection on your bed and ask their names, familiarizing himself with the ones you always kept close by.

Josuke absolutely LOVES your kid energy and will think up bad puns just so he can make you laugh. One of the most bright and encouraging people, Josuke will be your cheerleader and remind you often how beautiful you are. When you have off days, Josuke will listen to you vent, but also help you change your feelings into something more positive—he doesn’t like to see you getting down on yourself because he truly cares and thinks you’re wonderful.

A blend of introspective and excitable, Josuke would understand your need for balance when it comes to hanging out and having time to recharge. While Josuke usually stays cool (unless you insult his hair), he loves how in tune you are with your emotions and likes how fiery you can get. Your competitive sides are at their worsts when you challenge each other in video games. When you’re doing co-op to complete a goal together, you’re the best team and will nail all the challenges. When it’s a head-to-head fight like with Smash Brothers? Watch out. Sparks will fly and one of you will end up being the sore loser, guaranteed. 

Finally, Josuke would do anything in his power to protect those closest to him. With his powers through Crazy Diamond, he always wants to be close enough to the people he loves so he can heal them if necessary. He’d almost be overprotective of you at times, until he figures out that you’re strong enough to stand on your own. You’d have a way of reassuring him both that you could hold your own and that you need him in your life. When you’d get sentimental together, you’d look back at memories of the past, likely cuddling and looking through old photos. When you see the good times you’ve had together, you can’t help but laugh and snuggle closer.

Your first date would be a picnic in the park after grabbing breakfast at St. Gentlemen’s! Josuke would want something more relaxed to get to know you, since you’re both fairly shy until you get comfortable. The park was the perfect place to start conversations without the intense formality of sitting down at a restaurant. After chatting a while and getting to know one another, Josuke invited you back to his place, saying you could watch a movie or play games. You agreed, walking home with him, and ended up spending most of the day happily gaming and chilling on the couch.

Your first kiss was during one of your usual walks. You and Josuke loved going through town and seeing all your friends before hanging out one on one. Okuyasu, Koichi, Yukako, Mikitaka, and Rohan were frequent faces during your treks through Morioh. It had been a few weeks since you and Josuke finally decided to go steady and he had made up his mind that he wanted to make the first move and kiss you. When you passed by the local fountain, Josuke suggested that you throw coins in and make a wish. After doing so, you asked what his wish was and he leaned forward, heart pounding, and pulled you into a soft, nervous kiss. When the two of you pulled away, you admitted sheepishly that you had wished for the exact same thing.