#and I thought it would be cute with these doofuses

[tokillamockingbird427]

KATAR!!! Anymore Keegan and Logan HC?😭

Sorry I didn't answer this sooner, Dear. Being motivated to do anything rn is hard for some reason.

To make it easier on myself I'm gonna kinda do the hc's like. Chronologically. You'll see what I mean.

First time they met Keegan actually scared the shit out of Logan. He was too busy looking at Merrick and then Keegan just appeared out of thin air (Walked out of the bushes he was concealed in.) and Logan almost snapped his neck doing a double take. (Keegan continuously teases him about it.)

When they found Ajax under the stadium, Logan felt hella awkward about it because he and Hesh really had no clue what was going on. He did take note of how Keegan handled it though. He and Ajax were obviously very close and he didn't care to try and hide it: He grieved very openly. In a strange way, it was a bit charming? Logan may also be a sucker for sad+strong men. Maybe. (Also when Logan and Hesh started realizing how close the Ghosts were, because Keegan leaned on them and they leaned on him.)

Keegan helped patch Logan up after they lost Santa Monica, seeing as he was stabbed in the chest. This was the moment Logan realized he maybe had a crush, which is a little embarrassing because Keegan had his hands all over his chest and Logan could only try to will away the blush: He failed. Like, you're not supposed to have a lot of ego in the military, so him being half naked wasn't the problem. The problem was that Keegan had his nice warm+strong hands all over Logan's chest, and his mind was so far in the gutter he could only think of said hands being used someplace else, in an arguably better way. (Logan also found that Keegan's "Focused Face" was adorable.) Keegan's inner monologue: "Don't look at his boobs. I mean pecs. Nipples? Don't stare his face is right there, HE'LL SEE. DON'T LOOK... I looked. Fuuuuuck."

During the entirety of the Federation Day mission, Logan felt a little (Very) distracted. They were stealth, so Keegan was being quiet, and his voice was all low and sultry... Logan was honestly lucky that Hesh could cover his ass because 80% of the time he was NOT paying attention. Keegan was confused the entire mission because Logan would just be staring at him. Very hard. He was also distracted 80% of the time, wondering if he was faking himself out or if Logan was really staring at his ass. (He was.) (Shout out to Hesh, for carrying these two doofuses the whole mission. They would be swiss cheese if he weren't there.)

Keegan realized he liked Logan more than he thought he did after their plane got shot down. (Birds of Prey/The Hunted. After they capture+lost Rorke.) Why? Well, all of a sudden, Logan jumped to the top of Keegan's "People to Be Worried About." list. Even over Elias, his captain. (He kinda lost one already so now he's got anxiety.) Logan, meanwhile, was realizing that yeah, he did in fact have a crush on Keegan, because his concern for Hesh and him were equal. Which is not something that happens a lot. (Meanwhile Hesh fighting off a panic attack because his baby brother isn't there to hold his hand. Merrick just :| the whole time.)

The one mission where Logan is less distracted by Keegan and more distracted by something else is Clockwork. He was too busy marveling over the snow. He's a SoCal baby, remember? Keegan found it really cute. And this was the point he came to terms with the fact that he had a big fat crush on one Logan Walker. Really a pain in the ass for him, because he has better things to do than die by Hesh's hand. (He's a touch overprotective.)

Before they go to the Atlas oil rig, Logan finally confesses his feelings for Keegan... to Hesh. He doesn't know how to deal with his crush so he goes running to his big brother for help. Hesh is just *Big Sigh* "There there." vibes. Honestly, he doesn't have a lot of advice because he doesn't date (Too busy looking after Logan.) but he tries because he knows it's important to his brother. Talks with him over his feelings and determines that Logan really does have a crush and not just feelings of admiration he's gotten confused about. (Though he has his fair share of that too.) Tells him to take it slow. Keegan, meanwhile, has gone to Merrick for help. Because oh my god, I have a crush, but it's on LOGAN, whose literal father is my captain. SOS. (Merrick thinks it's hilarious.) They talk and Merrick cautions him to handle it carefully, because there's a lot that can go wrong or be misinterpreted. He also reassures Keegan, telling him if anyone's smart enough to work through the mess that it's him. (Which actually does a lot to still the poor guys nerves.)

During Into The Deep, Logan and Keegan are alone together the whole time. Both are mulling over their feelings but a good majority of their focus is the mission. To say Keegan freaks out when the lighthouse collapses and Logan gets pinned is an understatement. One second, you're being smacked by the hand of god (The lighthouse hit him on the way down.) the next you're looking for your little buddy and find him suffocating to death on the seafloor. Keegan almost had a literal heart attack from pure stress. He himself has almost died several times in his career and he's never had an adrenaline rush quite so strong as the one he had then. Could not resist the urge to check up on Logan after, and bitched about the nurses wondering if they did a good enough job stitching Logan's wrist up. Logan, meanwhile, just feels his crush grow because Keegan just saved his ass and was kind enough to "bother" him after. (Logan very much enjoys the Knight In Shining Armor trope.) Both of them have the idea to confess then, but neither do. Dumbasses.

Keegan fr started re-evaluating his life after they all nearly got crushed by the stacks when running away from the factory bombing. Not because he almost died, he's too used to that, but because Logan almost died. So he was just like "Okay, i gotta tell this man I like him." But not literally, he just thinks "signals" are sufficient. They are not. Logan is still pleased with the attention tho. He also keeps doubting himself everytime he wonders if Keegan likes him lmao.

Oh this is where it all goes to hell. Okay, so like. After Sin City, pretty much everyone is a damn mess. But hey, Logan and Keegan make out, so not terrible? No. They both independently decide the only reason they made out is because they were both really super stressed because there's no way this other motherfucker likes me. (God they're so dumb, lord it's a damn miracle they ever get together.)

Keegan actually loses his fucking mind when he hears Logan went on the train after Rorke. If the fiasco didn't end with Logan abducted and Hesh almost dead then he'd be ripping them both a new one. But Logan did in fact get snatched and Hesh did in fact almost die, so with no where to put his anger/fear he just gets really sad. Aggressively "Adopts" Hesh as his Brother (in law.) because he feels really guilty over not being able to help them, despite his own reasons for not being there. Not much to say for Logan, seeing as he's literally just trying to survive and scared as shit. He cries a lot though. Anytime he looks at the scar on his wrist from Into the Deep he thinks about Keegan tho.

That's all I got lol.

#call of duty #call of duty ghosts #logan walker #keegan p russ #walruss

[helluvapurf]

Out of curiosity, what are your Top 10 Fave HB ships overall?❤️‍🔥

My "overall" top 10 faves? ...Hmmmmm-

Honestly a lil tricky 'cause alot of my main HB ships rn aren't exactly "canon" (save for like, one or two lol), and I do like to multi-ship alot as well depending on my mood. Sooo if I had to name just the top ships currently in my head rn (even if its not a full 10 list), here ya go!

Fizz x Ozzie Beautifully lustful bfs not afraid to be doofuses together whilst always lifting the other up when they're down... honestly, what more can one ask for in a Hell-ranked power couple?~ 💞🔥 If they ever made a spin-off for Fizzarolli, I’d SO be down for that if it means more Fizzmodeus duets~ 😍

Blitz x Fizz -Biiiit of a controversial one I know, since ofc Fizzarolli is in a relationship rn/Blitz having his own issues wouldn't spell too much success for a romance atm... but like, ughhh I can't help it they're SO good, man T-T 💕 Like, two torn-apart childhood friends who grow up into a petty rivalry, sassing eachother out whilst learning to work together in danger, hashing out their feelings enough to forgive (whilst taking it slow friendship-wise) BUT also having Blitz stand his ground to protect Fizz at the Mammon event?

...Honestly, if it weren't for Fizzmodeus (+Stol*itz) existing, these two would THE perfect endgame, fr~ 👏👏

Loona x Bee "Peppy x Moody" aesthetics are always a huge soft spot for me in ships, so I couldn't help getting drawn to these gals maybe being more than just "pals" lol ;p

Esp with the potential of Bee not being afraid to call out Loona on her crap (unlike most others who deal with her lol), Loona lowkey finding Bee attractive & super cool (despite still being a lil jealous over her Tex crush), and knowing how intuitive Bee is as a whole... I feel like she'd be the best influence to soften up Loona to get her to express herself & have fun~💖

Bee x Tex Prob my fave (canon) hetero pair atm, I think these two are pretty lovely on their own accord too~ :3 Surprisingly subtle with their affections compared to other couples... but you can still tell how much they fit well given their laidback natures, abilities to "read" people (like Blitz when he got too drunk), and just overall care for eachother in that bit after Bee shrank down to size. Really curious of how they got together ngl (esp given how Hellhounds are pretty low in the hierarchy system as-is), I think it'd be pretty fun to read about~ 🥰

Blitz x Striker Ahhh yes, def a classic in terms of the alternate Blitz ships out there (though I guess not as popular these days, given Striker's current writing .w.; ). From how much they oozed chemistry from their first meeting, Blitz's respect for Striker's skill almost giving them good coworker potential, their similar insecurities/frustrations with Hell's hierarchy system (even with Striker going a more "corrupt" route with it in later appearances... the fact that even he declares that Blitz deserved "better" than how Stolas' treats of him speaks volumes ngl-). Like, there's SO much potential imho; whether its a slowburn-redemption pair, an "flirting-on-opposing sides" pair, a "come to the dark side- we have cookies~" pair... the possibilities are endless~ 👀❤️

Blitz x Mrs. Mayberry

-Ok, now this one's proooobably the least popular overall of the Blitz ships out there... but idk, just thought it'd be a cute idea the more I thought about it lol .3.

Blitz may be a goofy lil jerk, but he's clearly a devoted family man at heart whenever you see him with his loved ones (Loona, Fizz, occasionally M&M, etc.). And with Mayberry having that strong desire for a family (despite how she was cheated/unfairly-bashed on after her death), I feel like she'd lowkey be a sweet influence to balance Blitz's chaotic nature (whilst he'd be able to make her laugh/bring "excitement" to her current life in Hell). Idk, just something light & cute like that, yknow? :3 💜

#helluva boss #(as you can see Blitz is such a shippable lil turd I can't help it xD) #(I *do* still enjoy M&M btw- they’re just not so big an OTP these days due to their stagnant writing atm (esp for poor Millie :c)) #(+not helping now ‘Unhappy Campers’ was such a mess in of itself but I ain’t gonna go there rn lol >>) #(also caught a bit of interest in some pairs like Verosika/Sallie & Mammon/Stella the more I saw fanart of 'em .3.) #(if we could count OC ships I've got one for Via I've been meaning to work on more though I keep getting sidetracked T-T)

[jess-p-edits]

MY LOVE 💍👑❤️✨

Happy Storyteller Saturday ✨☺️

Since I am absolutely in love with you and your work - I feel it's oddly appropriate to ask about romances in Hour of Magic!

Is there a couple that courts eachother, if so, how do they do it? Is there a first kiss that happens, who's it with and how does it go down? If not then, feel free to squeal about any romances you wanna share (:

@bloodlessheirbyjacques (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡

FHSKJADFHSDLF HAPPY STS!!!! ❤️✨❤️✨❤️✨

ROMANCE IS MY JAM. I AM SIMPLE. I KNOW IT'S NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEA, AND IN FACT HOUR DOESN'T REALLY HAVE LIKE, EXPLICITLY ROMANTIC STUFF UNTIL LIKE, TWO THIRDS OF THE WAY (because the main romantic leads are huge doofuses) SO THERE'S OBVIOUSLY PLENTY OF OTHER STUFF. THIS IS A SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW BURN. AND, TO BE FAIR, THEIR ROMANCE IS INCREDIBLY THEMATIC, AND IT'S WOVEN (I WOULD LIKE TO HOPE) PRETTY WELL INTO THE PLOT.

So Jaisse and Krieve go through the whole enemies to annoyances to begrudging allies, to friends, to very good friends, to almost lovers, back to huge enemies (kind of. Some big plot shit goes down and one of them DESPISES the other because they thought the other had something to do with A BIG FUCKING THING, meanwhile this is killing the other one because they are still in love. Lmao hope that was vague enough), then eventually back to lovers, but for real this time. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Their period of "courting" is obviously adorable. Krieve's old-fashioned-ness, which thus far has been obnoxious to Jaisse, gets put into a totally different light when Krieve starts doing shit like kissing her hand, doing the Mr. Darcy hand-clench thing and saying romantic shit in THE most formal, gallant-knight voice, and getting flustered easily.

I'm actually so torn on how I want their first kiss to go. I don't know if I want it to happen before or after the big shit goes down. This is kind of a "spoiler" (but also like, super obvious because it's just so thematically perfect and OF COURSE this would happen), but their first very, very soft moment together is deep into the exchange when Krieve is in Correlaine. He finally asks Jaisse if she could teach him some magic. This is like, a big honking deal given Krieve's background and Crestwall's attitude towards magic, but by this point in the narrative he's realized that.........he might have been wrong about a LOT of things. Him asking her to show him how to do magic is basically his cowardly, cowardly way of explicitly telling her that her trusts her implicitly now and he wants to do this highly symbolic gesture that proves he's beginning to break from from decades of propaganda and indoctrination. It's totally going to be so cliche, but this definitely involves her gently cupping his hands as she shows him how to make like, idk, a little mote of light or something. Some totally cute bullshit. And I don't know if that will be romantic and intimate enough in and of itself (which like....I kind of like??????), or if that will be like, THE MOMENT. I'll see what the vibes are when I write out the entire scene.

❤️✨@bloodlessheirbyjacques ❤️✨

#/wheezing #yeah you could say I have some romance in the story... #wip: hom #storyteller saturday #bloodlessheirbyjacques

[storfulsten]

sup homie

#bombeep #whittyxbf #just homies chillin no biggie #I've used basically this pose like twice before fun fact #once about 6 years ago and once like 2 years back #and I thought it would be cute with these doofuses #idk man I'm running out of ideas #so whatever yay recycling I guess lol #ya whitty is supposed to like be kissing bfs palm or something #but as usual his face is the bane of my existence so eh #and no I will not stop giving bf hearteyesparkles whenever he looks at whitty #stupidly sparkly sparkles is my jam bruh #anyhow yea plenty of things I could complain about #that I'm way too lazy and/or tired to fix #but trying to not do that as much so not gonna do that rn lol #gotta stay positive I guess #so ye enjoy or don't #whatever floats your boat #fnf #fnf au #fnf shipping #friday night funkin #boyfriend #whitty #bf #I draw what I want

[supercorpkid]

Wedding anniversary.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1610.

“Ok, I’m ready.” You say sitting across the table from Lena. You clasp your hands together, putting your chin on them, and you look at her, interested.

“Ready for what?” Lena asks looking at you, with questioning eyes. She looks back at Kara, who’s behind the counter, still picking a few things up. Lena raises her glass, and Kara agrees without a word being exchanged.

“You know, the story.” You wait until she’s fully focused on you again.

“Haven’t you heard it enough?” She asks, and you agree with your head, because you have indeed heard it enough. But you don’t get tired of it.

“That’s not the point.” You wait until Kara is seated in front of you, putting more food on the table, and filling Lena’s glass with wine. “It’s tradition. You guys celebrate another year of marriage. Momma tells the story of how you two met, you tell the part where you two fell in love, and we laugh at momma’s inability to see love even when it’s screaming at her.”

“She was literally screaming at me.” Kara adds and you laugh already.

“Come on. It’s the greatest love story ever, and I have to hear it every year so I don’t settle for anything less.” You look at them lovingly and blink a few times, using the sweetest voice you have. “Please, for me.”

“Oh, the ‘please for me’ bit.” Lena looks at Kara and they smile at each other. “She knows we can’t say no to that.”

“Ok kid, brace yourself for the greatest love story of the universe. A Luthor and a Super: love across the galaxies.” Kara smiles and you hear Lena’s chuckle at the title. “Title still a work in progress.”

“As always.” You add, before Kara starts her story.

“It all started 22 years ago, when a young girl named Kara Danvers-”

“Young.” You scoff, earning a smirk from Lena. Kara continues like you haven’t interrupted her.

“-decided to accompany her cousin Clark Kent to interview the youngest CEO in history, little did she know, that was not her biggest feature.”

“Huh?” You ask, confused. And Lena also looks at her furrowing her eyebrows.

“I’m talking about her boobs.” Kara answers with a smile, and you roll your eyes at her.

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m kidding, Rao!” Kara looks at Lena who’s also rolling her eyes so hard at her right now. “I’m trying to add some twists to the story you know from start to end. Besides, is it really a lie?”

“Dear lord, would you just go on with it?” You pretend to be annoyed, but you don’t really care about these stupid jokes Kara makes. And it is fun seeing Lena looking that blushed after something like that. “I want you to get to the part where mom said ‘you could’ve fooled me’ with her sexy rasped voice, and winked at you.”

“I did no winking, whatsoever.” Lena jumps in, to defend herself.

“That’s not your part to tell, love.” Kara jokes, putting her hand on your mom’s back and stroking her gently. “So.” She says louder to make her point. “I went to L Corp and saw the most beautiful woman behind the desk, with the most beautiful green eyes, and Rao, did she look hot in that command position. I was at loss for words.”

“I remember you talking a lot.” Lena intervenes and you chuckle.

“We all know momma is never really not talking.”

“Do you want to tell the story?” She looks at Lena raising an eyebrow. Your mom just sips on her wine and stops talking. “Anyway, I go in there, she’s beautiful, smart and kind, I get completely obsessed with her after she winked at me.” Kara looks at Lena again, waiting from some bickering, but Lena refrains from interrupting the story again. “But I thought I only wanted her as a friend. And she had the gall to tell me she hadn’t come to National City to make friends.”

“She didn’t. She came to meet the love of her life, and have the most awesome daughter in the universe.” You say with a cocky smile, and Lena smiles at you like she’s admitting that what you said it’s true.

“Mhm, but I bugged her. And we all know I can be pretty convincing when I want to.”

“Don’t you mean annoying?”

“I mean convincing!” She looks back at Lena. “You know what, you’ve been interrupting me a lot. Why don’t you start your part already?”

“Are you sure?” Lena looks at her, and she shows her hand saying ‘go on’. So, Lena goes on. “Since this young beautiful almost goddess person wanted to befriend me so badly, I had no other alternative but to accept having her to be a part of my life. I did know, unfortunately, there was no way I could be friends with the sweet and very affectionate Kara Danvers without falling in love with her.”

“But first you dated…” You put your finger inside your mouth and stick your tongue out, pretending to vomit. “James.”

“Hey, be respectful! James is family.” Kara scolds you, and you shrug.

“He’s still a dude.”

“We all make mistakes. I mean Kara dated Mon-El.” Lena says that with a little bit of jealousy on her voice. “That’s worst.”

“It is not. I mean, it’s not good. It’s really bad, and also disgusting. But you and James Olsen? That was like, messed up.” You lean over the table and whisper. “Were you being forced? Did he have dirt on you? Was he threatening you, mom?”

“He wasn’t threatening me!” She huffs upset with the accusation and you see Kara trying to hide her laughter with a cough. “Whatever. I was in love with my best friend and I thought it was never going to happen. Sue me!”

“Honestly, if I could sue you for dating James, I would.” You say with a playful smile. “And I would be a billionaire.”

“Ok, enough about James.” Kara intervenes because she knows you can go on and on about it. “Go on, love. Tell her how it’s impossible to resist my charm.” She says while throwing her hair back and you smile at her goofiness.

“It is impossible. Especially because you are so unaware of it.” Lena sighs. “Half of the time I was so mad you would make me have these feelings without even acknowledging them. And the other half I was daydreaming about us.”

“Aw, Lena Luthor can daydream.” You joke, making your mom roll her eyes. “So, you filled her office with flowers.”

“Yes, and she gave me the whole ‘that’s what friends are for’ speech. Uh.” Lena grunts like she’s frustrated again, even after all these years. “I hate that speech.”

“I said I was sorry! Like I could actually think that the hottest woman on the planet was into me.”

“Into Supergirl? Yeah, right.” Lena scoffs. “How could you think that?”

“But then you yelled at her…” You say, trying to move the story along, because you know their bickering can go on and on for hours.

“I wouldn’t say I yelled at her.” Lena defends herself again.

“Lena, love, you yelled.” Kara puts her hands on Lena’s shoulder. “The whole wink thing I can admit I was exaggerating.” Lena looks back at you with a victorious smile, you smile back because you always knew it wasn’t true, but it’s funny seeing that getting on her nerves. “But the yelling part, that happened.”

“Fine.” It’s her way to admit defeat, which means she yelled for sure. “I yelled that she should just admit she loved me. And she kissed me-”

“And that’s when I knew, everyone before her was wrong for me.” Kara interrupts, making you and Lena smile. “And she was the only one I wanted to kiss for the rest of my life.”

“Aw.” It’s the only thing you can say. No matter how many times you hear this story, this is always your reaction to this part.

“Then we dated. Saved the world, almost destroyed the world once, saved it again. Traumatized Alex a lot.” Lena continues.

“Got married.”

“And had the world’s cutest baby.” Lena holds your hand on the other side of the table, and you smile, thankful.

“Oh yes. Our little potato with eyes.” Kara adds with a laugh, earning another eye roll from you.

“Ok, I’m starting to believe that.” You say and she pouts, reaching for your hand.

“Noooo, baby. You were so cute with those big blue eyes staring at us.” Kara smiles and you squint your eyes at her. “And the way you reached trying to grab my fingers.”

“Ok, I forgive you.” You joke, but Kara smiles thankful like it was exactly what she needed to hear.

“Anyways, that’s the story!” Lena finishes, and points at the food. “Can we please eat now?”

“Yeah.” You serve yourself, and start eating, only to realize you’re the only one doing so. You look up at your moms, and see them staring at each other with loving eyes, and that makes your heart grow bigger in your chest. You want that, exactly that for the rest of your life. “Oh my God,” You yell, making them look at you. “Why don’t you just admit you love each other?”

They laugh, and kiss, and exchange ‘I love you’, and you smile feeling way too excited in an almost floaty way. And then you think about how they went so long just being friends, when they just look at each other like that. They’re both doofuses. But they are your doofuses.

Notes:

We said no to James in this house and I’m not sorry ;)

#kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supergirl #kara x lena #supercorpfamily #kara x reader #supercorp daughter #supercorp fanfic #lena x reader #reader insert

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

THE EGG HUNT SHENANIGANS

One-shot #: 25

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot scribble.

Rating: T (Just light flirting stuff)

Note: Light teasing. PWP. And pure insanity I tell you. Just ending my quarantine with another one-shot. Because who knows when I can write and upload one again.

Summary: "Found the bunny."      

With a cheerful and dazzling smile, Luffy—the captain of the infamous Straw Hat Pirates—held out his hands to show off the beautifully decorated basket to his crew members.

Sanji cocked an eyebrow at him. "Seriously?"

"Yes!” Luffy exclaimed. “We're gonna go hunt for eggs!" His already bright smile widened some more at the idea of an adventure.

This time it was Zoro’s turn to raise an eyebrow. "Wearing… that?" His lone eye scrutinized the rabbit costume the rubber man had on.

The younger boy nodded again, head bobbing up and down enthusiastically. “Usopp and Chopper are wearing the same!”

"Yes we are!" Usopp and Chopper yelled proudly, pumping their fists up in the air.

“…”

“What the hell is wrong with this island?" The cook muttered under his breath with a slight shake of his head.

“More like what the hell is wrong with them?” Zoro grunted, folding his arms across his chest as he nudged his head towards the three.

It was one of those rare days when he and the idiot swordsman weren’t snarling insults at each other because there is a more pressing and absurd matter to attend to...

…like Luffy, Usopp and Chopper in bunny suits, holding colorful baskets to join the island’s ‘egg hunt’.

“Fufufu…” Robin laughed softly from her deck chair where she was relaxing. “It’s the island’s tradition. They are celebrating what they call Easter.” She explained as she flipped a page of the book in her hand.  

“By looking for eggs?” Zoro inquired with a frown as the three bunnies started singing a song about egg hunting.

“Yes,” Robin nodded. “We just so happen to arrive here right in time for that celebration.”

“Weird.”

“No it’s not!” Usopp retorted looking aggravated at Zoro’s comment. “I recalled visiting an island once where hunting for eggs is considered a manly man’s sport! The one who finds the most wins the title of the most manliest man alive.”

“Suge Usopp!” Chopper gasped.

“That is right,” the sniper crossed his arms over his chest haughtily. “And guess who won the title five years in a row?”

“You, of course.” Both Zoro and Sanji drawled, with the same expression on their faces that clearly says… they’re not buying Usopp’s obviously untrue and exaggerated story.

Robin stifled her giggles behind her hand as Usopp yelled his retorts at the two. Both Luffy and Chopper were looking at him with their eyes sparkling from amazement.

“Whoa you’re awesome Usopp!” Luffy commented.

“You really are strong!” The reindeer gushed.

“I know right!” Usopp answered with an approving grin and a thumbs up.

“But I will defeat you today!” The captain declared. “I will be the one to win the title of the most manliest man alive.”

“And you’d do that…” Sanji said in an almost bored tone. “By finding… a lot of eggs?”

“Yes!”

Sanji sighed as he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pants.

“And you really need to wear… those costumes to hunt for them?” Zoro asked, still doubtful why they need to be in that.

“Yes!”

“It’s tradition Zoro,” Usopp stated matter-of-factly. “You can’t find the eggs if you’re not in a bunny costume! You’re so ignorant.”

“Temee…”

“Hey! Why don’t you join us too Zoro?” Luffy invited and Zoro almost blanched at that.

Almost.

"Yeah!” Chopper chirped in. “Join us! The more the merrier!"

“Nope. I’m good.” Zoro answered almost instantly. Like hell he would don that stupid costume and then hunt for stupid eggs.

Best to just leave them to their crazy shit.

“Have fun.” He waved them off.

Sanji let out a ‘tch’ before taking a drag from his cigarette. Things seemed to get weirder and weirder these past few days. But somehow the idea that he'll be free of the usual food stock raiders for the day feels too good to pass. "Alright then, run along rabbits. Go scour the island for eggs.”

“We will!” The trio chorused.

Sanji nodded at them. “And don't you dare create any messes for us to clean you hear?"

“Eeeh…” a voice from behind them suddenly said. “Don’t worry about it Sanji-kun."

And just like that the cook immediately swiveled around to face the newcomer.

"Nami-swaaan! Don't you look dazzling in that ensemble, my sweet!" He crooned as his eyes automatically turned to hearts, kneeling down on one knee in front of the navigator.

“Thank you!” Nami beamed at him and winked. The chef instantly fell down the lawn deck in a swoon, blabbering about her beauty. She was wearing an outfit just like the one she had on when they went after him in Whole Cake Island. Only this time the corset skirt is frillier and more colorful as the layers sported different shades of pastel spring palette.

The puffed sleeves of her blouse are pulled down her shoulders, revealing them and she had put on a rabbit ears headband on top of her head.

Zoro glared at the prone figure of the blond before shifting his attention to Nami. “You going with them?”

Nami nodded with a scheming grin. “Heard something about money prizes.”

“Of course you wouldn’t let that pass,” the green-haired man smirked. His lone eye trailed up and down her form as he studied her. “And you're supposed to be what? A rabbit as well?"

"Yes."

He jerked a thumb towards the three doofuses in their onesie costumes. "Why not wear the same as them?"

Nami narrowed her eyes at him as Sanji barked threats from where he was still lying down. Something about shutting his trap if he can’t say something nice to his precious Nami-san.

Zoro ignored him. Even as he started shouting insults that he is being the usual, unfashionable stupid marimo that he is.

"Because that is not cute." The map maker huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

"Looks ok on them." The grin that Zoro send her way was nasty.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder snootily. "Say one more word about what I'm wearing Zoro and I'll make sure your next sentence is, “Please don't charge me”."

"Right. Don't charge me… greedy witch," he said monotonously, deliberately omitting the word please and adding an insult as well.

She gave him the evil eye.

“Now go and run along with your rabbit friends."

"You can kiss your next island allowance goodbye Zoro," Nami said in an overly sweet tone as she smiled evilly. "I'll be splurging them for expensive lingerie later."

"OI!"

"Byeeee!" Nami immediately pranced away from him to escape; pushing Usopp, Luffy and Chopper towards the ship’s ladder so that they could embark. Sanji was automatically back on his feet and on her side to assist her while nose bleeding about lingerie and the orange-haired woman.

"Damn it Nami! You come back here!" Zoro was yelling as he stomped to follow her.

“Have fun!” Robin called out to them, eyes never leaving her book and creating duplicates of her hand at the railing to wave at them.

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It was around lunch time when Nami entered the crow’s nest. The first thing her eyes landed upon was the figure of a sprawled Zoro, unsurprisingly asleep on the floor.

She approached the thunderously snoring swordsman and nudged his side with her foot.

“Hey,” she prodded him awake. “Hey Zoro, wake up!”

The snoring stopped. And there was a grunt. Then a tiger-like yawn, followed by another grunt.

Nami rolled her eyes at his response. “Zoro!”

“WHAT?!” Zoro answered irritably. He opened his eye and blinked up at her. “Hunt’s done?” He asked groggily before turning to his side so his back was now facing her, not even waiting for her answer.

A frown appeared on her lips. What a rude and lazy ass. She poked him on the back with her feet. He merely grunted again and ignored her.

“They’re still hunting,” she explained, looking down on his prone figure disapprovingly. She doubt if he was listening. Sometimes, you might as well talk to a rock than Roronoa Zoro.

“The game is happening on the whole island,” she continued. “I went back to get reinforcements. So wake up and come with me!”

“Will not. I’d rather sleep.”

Nami settled down on the nest’s floor just behind him. This time she was prodding him with her finger, making sure her nail was digging into his skin.

“Stop that.”

“I will not.”

“Why aren’t you looking as well?” He grumbled petulantly as she continued poking his back.

“That’s what my three rabbits are for! I’m just there to oversee and secure the money prize!”

“You can’t make me join you.”

And Nami leaned forward so her lips were almost touching his ear. “Really?”

“Whatever you’re planning. It won’t work.” He declared smugly, even as he kept his eye closed.

She laughed softly, letting her breath tickle his ear. “You’re no fun.” She shifted closer, bending over so she could drape her body on top of him.

“You know… I’m not planning anything.” She whispered, letting her lips lightly touch his ear. “I’m just here to offer a ten percent deduction to your current… debt amount.” She let her hand slide inside his t-shirt, past his haramaki to caress the well-defined muscles there.

“I already told you that’s not gonna work.” Zoro’s eye was now open and looking at her. A smirk was on his lips. “And I don’t recall borrowing money from you onna.”

“You don’t?” Nami gasped exaggeratedly. “What about that time in Vert Island? You owe me belis for the cottage rent.”

Zoro’s brow furrowed. “Thought that was your treat?”

She mock-pouted. “Oh Zoro. When are you gonna learn that there are no such things as free or treat when it comes to me?”

“You really are a wicked witch.” The green-haired man groused. “And after I made sure you thoroughly enjoyed your stay there.”

Nami snickered. Zoro noticed that the bunny ears on her head actually made her look more mischievous. “Nothing’s free nowadays Zoro,” she pointed out. “Favor for a favor. I pay; you work your ass off.”

He snorted. “Next time, I’m just lying down and letting you do all the work. Whether you pay or not.”

She threw back her head and laughed again. “Do the hunt and maybe I’ll humor you.” She bent over and placed teasing kisses along his jaw and neck.

“In your dreams.” He sneered and she felt his arm snaked around her, his hand squeezed the back of her thigh before it slid up to do the same on one plump cheek of her behind.

That made her bite her lip even as she complained. “Tch! You’re a hard man to bargain with.”

A shark-like grin appeared on Zoro’s face. “Yeah.” He playfully slapped her ass before giving it another squeeze. “Offer a better deal Nami.” He said teasingly against her ear this time before nipping at the skin below it as his hand continued caressing her backside.

“Mmm… well what do you—”

“WHAT THE HELL?”

They simultaneously turned their heads towards the voice.

Sanji was gaping at them from the nest’s entrance… his eyes wide as saucers. His face was so red. As red as the blood dripping down his nose as he took in the image of Nami's perfectly shaped-derriere and her lacy thong as her ridiculously short skirt and position put them on display….

… along with the shitty swordsman’s hand on it.

Silence reigned for a moment. Then…

“TAKE YOU GODDAMNED HANDS OFF HER AHO KENSHIN!”

“TAKE YOUR GODDAMNED EYES OFF HER ASS ERO COOK!”

“Temee…”

Both men growled the word at the same time as Nami disentangled herself from Zoro. She wasn’t even embarrassed at being caught. They weren’t actually keeping it from the crew after all.

But of course it would be better if Sanji was the last one to know.

Nami sighed heavily as she watched the two throwing death glares at each other.  

It's the beginning of chaos.

The two attacked each other almost immediately. Sanji had leapt inside the crow’s nest, flaming legs and all as Zoro avoided him and made a grab for his swords.

And manage to hit the cook straight in the face with the sheathed end of his red katana.

Her mouth fell open as the Sanji collapsed down the steel floor. But she knew of course this was far from over.

In one swift move a grinning Zoro carted her towards the nest’s entrance. He enjoyed that, she knew. In a matter of seconds they were down the metal ladder while Sanji recovered, fumed and yelled expletives at his rival.

Using one arm to hold on to the ladder’s rung as his other was wrapped around her waist, Zoro swung slightly for leverage.

Nami’s eyes widened when she realized what he’s about to do.

“Zoro! NOOOOO!!!”

She screamed bloody murder when he let go and made the high jump down onto the Sunny’s deck.

Nami’s heart leaped to her throat. That was probably the reason why her scream stopped coming out of her mouth. Halfway down the long drop she could swear she felt her soul left her as her mind went blank.

She's going to kill Zoro! Mark her words!

Somewhere above Sanji was still yelling threats and curses.

The swordsman landed on the deck as if it was just a natural thing to do.

Oh dear heavens. Roronoa Zoro will be paying for this stupid stunt of his for the rest of his life until his next and next and next!

“Zorooo!” Luffy greeted when he spotted the former pirate hunter on the deck. “Heey!” He bounded towards him, showing his now-filled with eggs basket. Chopper and Usopp were nowhere to be seen as the three most likely got separated. “Look, look I found a lot! Shishishi! I can’t wait to show it to Usopp. Whatcha got there?” He peered at the figure tucked under Zoro’s arm.

"Found the bunny." Zoro answered nonchalantly.

"Oh that’s great! Shishishi!" Luffy chortled. He peered down again at the navigator who is still hanging motionlessly on Zoro's arm.

"Ne, Zoro?"

"Huh?”

"Uhm... the bunny looks mad.”

"..."

“THUNDERBOLT TEMPO!”

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zoro nami fanfiction #zona fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

[histrionic-dragon]

Weekend Reading Recs

Here we are again! Bonus longer rec list for the long weekend. Fun, shortish fanfic recs for your weekend.

1) Pretty much anything in the Team Stegosaurus vs. the Universe series by follow_the_sun. It’s mostly crossovers featuring Bucky (and friends) post-TWS, starting with Jurassic World. There’s also Warehouse 13, Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and Night at the Museum. Night at the Museum is the only one I’ve actually seen, and I still enjoyed all of them. I also read them mostly out of order and found it all comprehensible. They are very funny, but also have flashes of serious and meaningful character insight, skillfully interwoven. Here are my top three:

A) The first one is the Jurassic World crossover, which basically takes that premise that Bucky is hunting down Hydra bases and reanimating dinosaurs is exactly the kind of bullshit Hydra would get into, especially with the genetically-engineered new dinosaur because the ones that actually evolved aren’t scary enough. Features the Agents of SHIELD too. Pretty cohesive for something the author was apparently largely making up on the fly (one of the chapter notes is basically, “I could have ended this by now in a sane and reasonable way, but instead, have an underground volcano lair and Bucky punching dinosaurs”) and just fun.

B) The Night at the Museum one is just a hoot. This one is post-Civil War and diverges from canon in that Steve thinks a space rock in the Museum of Natural History might have an Infinity Stone in it and somehow that would help Bucky get de-programmed, so they bring him out of cryo and go on a heist. (“They” being Team Cap, including Scott, who fits perfectly tone-wise with the Night at the Museum characters.) Turns out the museum is a little busy after hours. Oh, and that there are displays of certain people because supersoldier serum is science.

C) “You Called Her Dot” is much shorter than the others. Bucky wasn’t trying to impress the girl by winning the stuffed animal at Coney Island. It is sweet.

2) Bucky Barnes' Birthday: 1934   by   dottieapple, orphan_account

Cute pre-CA:TFA getting together Stucky fluff.

Official summary: Written about Bucky Barnes' birthday, 1934, for Bucky Barnes' birthday, 2020: in which Becca Barnes is an analogue for the fandom because she sees it before Steve and Bucky. It all starts with a hand-drawn birthday card, some cake, and getting stuck on a fire escape.

3) Steve Rogers’ Guide to Approach-With-Caution  by    velleities

NOT a coffee shop AU. Steve is looking for Bucky and finds him working in a coffee shop. Totally different thing. (No, really.) Because they are both awkward doofuses, the easiest way to handle this unexpected public meeting is to...pretend they don’t know each other, apparently.  It’s cute and funny and fluffy.

Official summary: Steve might only be pretending to be fine, but he’s pretty sure he isn’t hallucinating the person standing before him, and he’ll be damned if that person, clad in a coffeehouse apron, with a glove covering his left arm, isn’t Bucky.

Or: Coffee Shop Non-AU. Steve finds Bucky working at a coffeehouse in the middle of nowhere. Both of them recognize the other. Neither of them says so. Bucky decides to mess with Steve - just a little. Steve decides to play along.

4) Exclusive   by  copperbadge

An absolute delight written as longform journalism by a reported hanging out with the Avengers for two weeks. Set in the glorious “post-Avengers, everyone lives in the tower” era that may have never happened in canon but fanon was there first and will not die.

Official summary: Heroes In Manhattan: From Captain America's Hidden Talents To The Truth About The Hulk, We Debunk The Myths And Expose The Daily Lives Of The Avengers.

5) all things to all people all of the time by  dirgewithoutmusic

Not as lighthearted as many of my Weekend Reading Recs are, but a really thoughtful and compelling character study of Natasha.

Official summary: The Winter Soldier did not waste bullets, time, or death. Natasha told herself that and fingered her scar.

The Winter Soldier did not leave witnesses, but he had left her by that cliff outside of Odessa. Was Natasha an exception? Or did she not count as a witness? Had he looked at her and seen the same black button eyes reflected back at him, the on/off switch, the tick of clockwork?

Years later, Natasha watched the Soldier slam into the freeway concrete. The bullet holes in her abdomen had healed, and she knew this thing did not consider itself a person.

They were animate objects, both of them, useless in the witness stand. He hadn’t pulled the car transmission out, after all, hadn’t stripped the cell phone in the victim’s pocket, or shot up the rocks at the side of that road outside Odessa. He hadn’t shot her. He had left her there, breathing, and the Winter Soldier didn’t leave witnesses.

On cold nights, Natasha dreamed of ballerinas: porcelain, exquisite, their ribs jutting out stark under their skin.

#Weekend Reading Recs #fanfic rec list #fanfic recs #Captain America #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Natasha Romanoff #Avengers

[hiatus-for-forever]

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Summary: For his birthday, Bakugou gets a date with his crush while they set up a party at the dorms

A/N: This is late cuz I had writers block during his birthday.

Quirk:  You can control plants and make them grow from the ground. You need a base through, like a seed or root and you can make it grow from that. You can move it and make it grow bigger and taller than it is (i.e. you can make a flower huge if you wanted to). If overused, you get dizzy and could pass out.

Warnings/Genre: fluff, cursing, suggestive content somewhere, ooc Bakugou

WC: 1,711

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You were in the common area as they were explaining the plan to you. The doofuses, also known as the entirety of class 1A, made a plan called Operation: Blaze It which was trying to surprise Bakugou with a birthday party. People were planning how to set everything up and decorate a cake you made beforehand. 

At the moment, the said hot-headed man was training with Todoroki, knowing there was no way he would turn down a chance to beat the half-and-half bastard’s ass as a birthday present . As the rest of the class trying to convince you to go through with distracting Bakugou, you were sitting there shaking your head.

“Nope, not doing it” you said, lips pressed to a thin line

“Please!” Kaminari pleaded

“Nuh uh”

“But all the other girls are busy, you already did your part by making the cake”

You liked Bakugou, that part everyone suspected but you never confirmed. Rightfully so as they only occasionally bothered you about him. But it was these times when they pushed you together you regretted enjoying the special treatment he gave you. He yelled and cursed at you less, even being caught helping you out with lessons or training from time to time. 

“Why does it need to be a girl? Can’t Kirishima do it? Y’know being the only other guy he doesn’t completely hate!?” You tried to reason

“Nope, he’s using his teeth to help open packaging later” Sero adds

“What about Jiro? She never annoy Bakugou and she’s not annoying” You suggested

“I disagree” Kaminari butts in, passing by while holding a box of decorations to be hidden.

“As you said, they never talk, it would be uncomfortable”

You grumbled, after going through a list of anyone else but you. They gave out excuse after excuse, hiding the real reason they wanted you to do it this way. In reality, the Bakusquad promised Bakugou a date with you. You didn’t know, of course, as they didn’t know for sure if you liked him back and just used this excuse. 

“Oh yeah and the reservation is under your name” Kaminari said

“.....What?” you seethed. They said to distract him, not to take him out on a date!

“So you take him out to a cafe and keep him away from the dorms until about 6:30 pm” Kaminari said as you tried to swing at him

“So this was set in stone and I had to argue for nothing!? You bitch!” Ojiro had to step in and hold you back with his tail as Kaminari cowered behind Tokoyami and some others in charge of buying more stuff. 

“You should get changed, they’re gonna be back soon” Ojiro sweat-dropped as you glared at him. You sighed

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you, the dumbass Pikachu is the only one with a death wish here” you growled as Kaminari ran to ‘uh- check on the stuffs’. Ojiro let you go and you stormed off to your room.

You put on a some denim pants with a simple black off shoulder shirt. You wore black boots and stuffed your phone and wallet into your purse. You finished light makeup and brushed your hair. You headed down and as you exited the elevator you heard a whistle from Kaminari

“Whoo Y/N you look hot. Looking pretty for your date I see” he smirked

“Dumbass Pikachu” you grumbled and sat on the couch with your arms crossed and a scowl on your face. Kirishima came and sat next to you, “Bakugou’s just getting ready, here, to pay for your date” he handed you some money.

“It’s not a fucking date” you said lowly and Kirishima chuckled, “sure” he said and walked away.

You slumped back down in the couch and took out your phone and scrolled through Instagram. The elevator was heard opening and Bakugou stepped out and Kaminari hollered at him too, this guy does not stop bugging you two. 

“Wow Bakugou, it’s the first time I’ve seen you wear something this nice” he said. Bakugou glared at him as he cowered away, “Your date’s over there” Sero snickered and pointed at your direction, Bakugou already making his way over.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” you and him yelled simultaneously as they did so. You directed your glare at the floor and grabbed Bakugou by his wrist, missing the way his cheeks tainted pink. “Let’s go” you said and pulled him outside.

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The walk to the cafe was quiet, the cafe itself being really busy and known for its amazing treats and coffees. You can’t really walk in in the middle of the day expecting to find a seat as to why they had to call in for reservation. The place was pretty much full, not being as noisy as the people respected the fact it’s a cafe people come to enjoy their time. You told the busy waitress your name as she directed you two to a table and excused herself to get back to her work. 

You sat across from Bakugou and looked at the menu. You looked up from the menu and met Bakugou’s eyes. Deciding to break the ice he sighed, “Sorry you were dragged into this” 

You smiled nervously, since neither of you knew how the other got in this position internally screamed at yourself ‘DOES HE KNOW ITS A DISTRACTION? WHAT DID THEY TELL HIM? SHRUG IT OFF SHRUG IT OFFFFF’ 

“It’s fine, they gave us money to spend so let’s waste it all” you laughed as you swore his lips curved up a little. A waiters and waitresses were talking and sent a waiter to your table. You noticed this and told Bakugou to be ready with his order. Then you got an idea to mess with him. 

You jokingly gasped and he looked up at you, “Do I dare? Do I dare tell the waiters it’s your birthday?” You teased

His eyes widened and gave you a scowl, “Absolutely the fuck not” he said

You giggled and shook your head, “I’m just kidding, I won’t”

The waiter was called to a different table and he told a waitress to take care of your orders. She walked up to you, “So, what can I get for this lovely couple?’ she smiled

Your faces turned red as you looked away from each other, “We’re not dating” you said as Bakugou shook his head with a ‘nope’. 

She apologized as she took your orders, yours being a parfait and his being coffee jelly. She wrote it all down and walked away as you two were left with an awkward silence. You pulled out your phone and discreet picture of him and posting it on Instagram with the caption ‘aww he’s not screaming 💥💘 @bakugou_katsuki #BlazeIt’  You said, hinting at his party

He was scrolling through social media too and saw the picture he looked up at you and you giggled. He smirked and took a picture of you too laughing your ass off and posted it with the caption ‘This bitch is so annoying get her away from me 😠 fuck you @Y/N-the-flower’

You pouted at him and went to your phone to comment

‘no u’

You smirked at him and laughed. He snickered with you, the awkwardness finally fading away. You turned off your phone, refusing to look at the comments of yours and Bakugou’s pictures

U 2 having fun? 😚

Get some!!1!

Yall should just fuck already

The tips of his ears turned red as he read the comments and mumbled, “These fuckers”

You pushed his phone to his chest, “bitch, don’t mind them” You smiled and he put his phone away. The treats came and the waitress set down a milkshake, “Um, we didn’t order this” you said politely.

“Oh excuse me, it’s on the house for those cute couples who haven’t got together yet” You blushed again, and he scowled at her as the young girl chuckled, “Thought so”

She placed the parfait in front of you and the coffee jelly in front of Bakugou and the milkshake in between you two while setting down two straws. “Enjoy!” she said happily and left you two. You looked at him and shrugged as you pulled the parfait closer and stuck the spoon in the chocolate strawberry treat. You brought some of it to your mouth and brought your lips around it, moaning at the sweet taste. 

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly at the whole thing, blushing and feeling his pants tighten. You looked at him, “dude, why aren’t you eating the food here is so fucking good” you said, unintentionally making a suggestive comment. 

“Uhm...” he said slowly taking a spoonful of his coffee jelly. You got another scoop of parfait and kept the spoon in your mouth a little longer. Bakugou was watching you with a weird abnormal expression in his eyes. You gazed at him with questioning eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you want some?” you asked and scooped some in the same spoon you used and brought it to his lips. 

The cool metal hitting his lips snapped him out as he reluctantly let you feed him. “You’re right, it is good” he grumbled. “Why were you acting weird anyway?” You asked, noticing how uncomfortable he looked. You slipped your foot out of the boot when you realized why, and rubbed it against the bulge you knew was in his pants. “Stop it!” he growled as you laughed and slipped your foot back in your boot.

 You smirked, “aww hell yeah, I fed Bakugou Katsuki without dying and I teased him” you cheered

He shoved a spoon of coffee jelly in your mouth to shut you up. “Now were even, and not a fucking word about this to the others!” he told you. You just giggled and nodded, swallowing the coffee jelly. You went back to eating as you just realized you indirectly kissed him...twice. You shook your head to push the thought to the back of your mind and ate another spoonful of parfait. 

You finished your parfait quickly as Bakugou did with his treat too. You both stared at the milkshake until you decided to speak up. “So, we gonna share?” you asked handing him a straw and taking the other for yourself. You grinned at him, “Wanna do that thing when we share and drink at the same time?” 

He shrugged, trying to hide the fact his heart was pounding. You took the straw from the paper and stuck it in, mixing up the contents of the tall glass. You then brought licked the unmixed whipped cream that remained on the top part of the straw, leaving some milkshake on your cheek. 

He called your attention, “You have a little something there” he said and pointed to your cheek, you licked as far as you could tasting some on your tongue so you thought, you got it. 

“Is it gone?”

“Ugh, dumbass”  he groaned and reached to swipe the drink off your cheek

“Thanks” you mumbled, turning a bright shade of pink

“Oh, what happened to confident little Y/N? Does touching your cheek make you blush?” he mocked

“Shut up, idiot” you said and grabbed his straw and put it on the other side of the milkshake. “Let’s take the picture”

“We’re taking a picture?” he asked, “Hell no”

“But it’d be cuuuute” you whined

“Fuck off”

“Please?” 

“No”

You stayed silent, “fine” you pouted pushing the drink away from you

“UGH” he groaned, “FINE! I’ll do it. No pictures!” 

You smiled and pulled it to you slightly, leaning on the table as Bakugou did the same, trying to keep his eyes from your cleavage. You both took a few sips and he pulled away first. You pulled away after a few more sips, “See! Harmless” you stated and pulled the milkshake for just you to drink.

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The milkshake was finished, you and Bakugou taking turns drinking from it. You looked at your watch, 4:03 pm. How the fuck were you supposed to distract him for 2 and a half more hours!? You payed for the treats you ate and stapped outside with Bakugou. 

“L’right, let’s go back now”

“NO!” you yelled unintentionally He looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“I-I mean, uhh let’s go somewhere else”

“No, I’m tired”

“But I wanna go shopping” you said reluctantly, though you hated shopping

“No you don’t”

You sighed, “Yeah no I don’t...  But I wanna train”

“I already did earlier, plus you can’t train after we just ate”

You sighed and looked around for a distraction as he started walking away. “Wait!” you turned to your last resort

He looked back at you, “What?’

“Uh, um... I like you” You said quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. 

He chuckled, “After today it’s pretty obvious”

You scowled, “Shut up”

“I like you too dumbass, ‘s why the dumbasses promised me a date with you”

You realized why he agreed to go with you and your eyes met with him. “You said you were tired, right?” 

He nodded and you smiled, “Come” you said and grabbed his wrist once again. You led him to some woods and found a familiar trail of red carnations (that symbolize love, pride and admiration) that you followed, dragging Bakugou along. You reached a part of the woods that was just a big open space. It was full of flowers of all kinds, sizes, and colors. You let go and ran to the middle of it. He slowly walked to you as you giggled at the tumble you took. You saw him and pulled him down, a bed of daisies grew fast enough to catch him. He shook the shock out of him as you talked, “Daisies convey loyal love or could also be used to symbolize ‘I will never tell’ so this place is our little secret” you said.

He nodded and took in your features, your bright eyes, smooth hair, and perfect smile. You flipped over and looked at the sky, your face, relaxed and calm. “When no one knows about it, it stays quiet and peaceful, kinda weird bringing you here” you chuckled

He looked at the sky and put an arm behind his head, his other hand moving down to intertwine your fingers with his. “So, what’s up with this place? How’d you find it?” he asked quietly

“An old woman used to live in a house here and she was an old friend of my grandma. She allowed to come here and told me that when she passed away not to use the house since it was dirty, dusty, and full of pollen so she just told me to bury it in the soil and expand her beloved garden. So I did” you breathed out with a smile

He smiled when he looked at you and you met his eyes. “Wanna do something cool?”

He smiled, “Sure” and sat up. You didn’t stand up though, “You don’t need to move, I think there’s one here” you said referring to one of the tulip seeds you planted everywhere. You pressed your palm to the ground and activated your quirk

The ground rumbled as a huge tulip grew from underneath you. You laughed excitedly as it lifted you and Bakugou up, resting you two inside its halfway open petals. You rested against each other, your torso fell on his chest as he leaned back on a soft but firm petal. Your laughs softened as you got comfortable on his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and closed his eyes, allowing you to gaze at him and stealthily set an alarm for 6 o’clock. Soon you dozed off too.

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The alarm sounded loudly, waking you and Bakugou, the latter groaning and moving to stretch. “Sorry, sorry” you said, voice croaky from the nap, turning th alarm off and getting up. You rubbed your eyes, getting used to the light of the setting sun. Shaking Bakugou awake you suggested to get back before it gets dark and hard to get out of the woods. He nodded while groggily getting up, you using your quirk to get the tulip to drop you two down on the soft grass. 

You shivered from the lower temperature and Bakugou took notice. He wrapped his jacket around you and you put your arms through the holes. The sleeves that only reached halfway through Bakugou’s forearm, reached past your wrists. He thought you looked adorable, being small and all, but the moment is ruined when you decided to mock him, “Wow, didn’t know the Katsuki Bakugou was a gentleman”

“Shut up before I take it back” he grumbled

“Okay, okay” you threw your hands up in surrender

“Also,” he started, “Call me Katsuki” he whispered

“What was that?” you asked, feigning innocence

“CALL ME KATSUKI GODDAMNIT”

“Hey, hey, no need to yell, Katsuki” you said, his name rolling off your tongue

“Shut up, let’s get going” he secretly did like hearing you say his name. But he hid it whilst tugging you to the direction of Heights Alliance. You laughed and held his hand, leaning onto his arm. The walk was nice and comfortable, the both of you at peace with one another.

You reached the dorms, forgetting about the surprise party as you walked in the dark building, still latching onto Bakugou’s arm. The lights were suddenly turned on, everyone jumping out of their hiding places. 

“SURPRISE!!” everyone froze on the spot, seeing you clinging onto Bakugou, wearing his jacket.

“BAKUGOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND!?” everyone erupted into cheers as you buried your face into Bakugou’s chest as everyone tried to pry information out of you.

#katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou birthday #happybirthday #kacchan x reader

[skzluvs]

Piece of cake 🎂; Yang Jeongin

Genre: Fluff! Friends to lovers au!

Warnings: mild swearing

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Happy Birthday to our cute maknae Innie, he has grown so much. I’m beyond proud of him, he’s such a beautiful soul I wish nothing but happiness for him. I’m so soft for this boy I’m legit crying.

You were all gathered in the living room.

The four boys standing in front of you staring at each other with confused looks. There was a moment of silence before you snapped at them in annoyance. There was no way they could be any more stupid.

"Do I really have to explained it to you again you doofuses" You raised an eyebrow in disbelief at the sight of the obvious lack of understanding your friends had. Seungmin just moved his hands encouraging you to repeat the plan one more time. You took a deep breath, before continuing, "For the last time, Hyunjin is in charge of distracting jeongin, until we finish decorating" The boy nodded in agreement, he understood his role was probably the most important one, " Felix I need your lungs to blow those balloons" You pointed at the table covered with bags with deflated balloons. "Seungmin and I are in charge of baking the cake" He smiled in excitement. " And I think that's it, simple right, it's a piece of cake"

Someone cleared his throat behind you, clearly irritated at the fact that you didn't assigned him an important task like the others.

" What about me Y/N, what am I supposed to do" He said pouting.

" Jisung you have the most important part" You said reassuring.

" Which is?" He asked euphoric. Clapping his hands.

" Stay here and make sure to not open your huge ass mouth, I promise your contribution is the most helpful one" You said smiling sarcastically. " If anyone dares to ruin this surprise I swear for my life I'll haunt every single one of you in your sleep for the rest of your miserable lives, and you would see what's to live a nightmare with your eyes open, understood" A few scared whispers and some sighs at the end they all came to agreement. Working together as a team to give the youngest, undeniably the best surprise party, needless to say this was carefully planned by you over the course of the last few weeks.

Everyone left, not before settling that Hyunjin would come back exactly at 6 with Jeongin, therefore everything had to be ready before that.

You got into Seungmin's car, he turned on the radio, letting you choose the next song, you both sang along to Taeyon's spark, on the way to the supermarket.

" Get a shopping cart we need to pick up a few things" You said to him, as you entered the local market. Pulling up a list from your bag with all the items needed.

He got the cart and followed you behind like a puppy, through the aisles, helping you pick now and then when you were torn between certain brands.

"So should we make it a chocolate cake or a vanilla cake?" You asked him staring at the two boxes in each one of your hands.

" That's such a simple question Y/N, Chocolate superior" He said looking at you obvious.

"Alright, alright Chef Seungmin let's do chocolate" You said throwing the box into the cart. " Ohhh" you exclaimed fascinated. "We have to get this" You pointed, jumping in the excitement at the cute cake toppers. "Jeongin is going to love the tiny fox sprinkles" You smiled at the resemblance between your best friend and the furry animal.

" You are so whipped Y/N" Seungmin said teasingly.

"Shut up, he's like a little brother to me" You stared at your shoes trying to hide the blush creeping into your soft cheeks.

"Not so little, remember he literally just became an adult today" Seungmin was right. Jeongin was just a year younger than the rest of you, that's why your group tended to baby him the most, and he hated it so much. Now that he was all grown up you wondered if his attitude would change towards your antics.

Once you finished shopping. Seungmin and you went back to the house. You got the groceries from the trunk carrying all the bags, with your hands full, you struggled finding the key to open the door.

"Call Jisung and tell him to move his lazy ass from the couch so he can come and help us" 

You heard him comply through the phone but in less than a second the door opened revealing your friend who still looked half asleep.

" Don't stare just stare at me, help me carry these" You said handing him the heavy bags that were already leaving bruises on your wrists.

"Did you guys went to buy cake ingredients or the whole grocery store" He said complaining at the amount of things you got.

" I got a little carried away okay" You confessed taking your shoes off at the door and walking straight to the kitchen.

Seungmin got ingredients from the bags and laid them on top of the kitchen table. You got the molds and the mixer from one of the cabinets, and tied your apron from your waist.

"Crack two eggs" You signaled Seungmin, as you poured the batter into the mixing bowl.

You were spraying the molds with butter so Seungmin could pour the batter and it wouldn't stick to the bottom once the cake was completely cooked. When your phone in your back pocket began to vibrate. You decided to ignore it, since you were extremely focused on your task. But after a couple of more rings you couldn't bear with the annoying sound any longer.

You picked up right away. Not before telling Seungmin to put the molds inside the oven.

"Hyunjin why are you fucking calling me right now " you leaned over the counter trying to wipe off your apron that was covered on white flour and sugar.

"He's been sulking all day Y/N, I even took him to the amusement park but he seems so down is actually depressing, He literally just said to me "This would actually be fun if Y/N would've come with me and not you" I'm deeply hurt, never imagined he thought of me as your replacement" He sighed dramatically.

" Just deal with it, you can have another of your existential crisis later" You rolled your eyes at your dramatic friend.

"Can you at least call him? he's just acting so weird, he just told me he wants to come home I don't know what to do" He whispered nervously.

"I'm trying to bake a cake hyunjin I can't give him a call right now" You said clearly. " But you are talking to me right now and the cake doesn't seem to be stopping you from doing it" He backfired.

" Ugh you are so annoying, maybe I can't call him because I'm busy and my hands and covered in flour and, Seungmin Lower down the temperature I can smell something burning!!!" You yelled. "I don't know hyunjin, keep him occupied, after all is your job, you better not come any earlier than we accorded. I’m warning you, I got to go" you said ending the call abruptly. Rushing rapidly to the oven where smoke was starting to escape from the sides of it.

" Fuck Y/N I think we burned the cake" Seungmin said panicking.

"Oh you think so" You responded sarcastically. Trying to extinguish the smoke before the alarm went on.

You opened the oven only to see your chocolate cake, all spilled, dark carbon colored batter dripping from the mold.

" Why you said we would bake the cake, if you had never done it before, don't just blame it on me!" He yelled back at you.

"Maybe I just wanted to do something nice for my fucking best friend, Seungmin"  You replied infuriated at the boy's words.

You walked away trying to not lose your calm "everything it's okay Y/N just take a deep breath" you whispered to yourself.

Your three friends standing in front of you not wanting to say anything, terrified to even move an inch knowing you could break down at any moment.

" Felix those balloons are not going to blow themselves!" You exclaimed.

" You ate the snacks I left on the table, didn't you, I told you earlier those were for later" You pointed at Jisung who only raised his hands innocently.

You were frustrated to say the least, overwhelmed,

Tired, you wanted to cry, the perfect party for your best friend was a complete utter disaster. You looked at the clock half an hour until Hyunjin brings jeongin back. You stepped out of to house because you began to feel suffocated. You needed some air. In desperation you remembered the person who was always one call away.

You dialed the number hoping he would pick up the phone, he was always busy working on his studio, so you didn't actually expected for him to pick up after the first tone, you were surprised when he did.

"Hey Baby girl"

"Chan" You whined at him.

" What's wrong?" He asked concerned.

" I need your help" You said.

" I'm all ears" He laughed softly. Chan was your supportive friend. He took care of you since he was older, he was always there when you needed him.

You ranted the catastrophe of your failing attempt of birthday party.

" Can you please bring me a cute cake? Jeongin might be on his way and I can't let him have a burned piece of uncooked batter for his birthday" You asked, hoping not to disturb him too much, knowing how busy he was most of the time working on his new tracks.

" Sure thing baby girl, I was heading out either way, I can't come empty handed" He said and you sighed in relief feeling like that heavy weight was lifted from your shoulders.

" You are the best Channie, I'll see you in a bit" You said your goodbyes and ended the call, you were extremely grateful towards him.

You opened the door entering the house. Your friends gathered looking at you with concerned expressions. The three of them instantly running towards you, the minute you crossed the doorstep, wrapping you in a group hug.

" We are sorry Y/N" They said unison.

"We know you've been under so much stress trying to make everything perfect" Seungmin said apologetic.

"And your stupid friends have ruined it all" Felix added teary eyed.

" We'll make it up to you, Let's get to work we have to give Innie the best birthday party ever" Jisung encouraged all of you to stop being so emotional and get on top of your game.

With you basically running out of time. You all began to work at a unquestionably high speed. Felix blowing balloons like crazy. Seungmin cleaning the mess in the kitchen. Jisung restocking the snacks and the drinks. And you dusting off the living the room. Everyone was so focused that no one even listened when the bell rang. Until you stopped the vacuum.

You opened the door, Chan was standing there smiling so bright, showing his dimples, you almost jumped on top of him if it wasn't because the cake he was holding with both of his hands was in the way.

"Channie, I've missed you so much" You said clinging yourself to his back.

" It's been a long time baby girl"

The boys immediately stopped what they were doing to come greet their brother.

" Chan mate you finally came to visit us" Felix said hugging the other Aussie.

" I wish I could come more often but this college life man, it ain't easy plus I've been working on some songs with Changbin" He said looking for Jisung, turning to talk to him directly. " We can't wait for you to graduate, without you we can't be 3racha"

" Just a couple more months, It's going to be awesome man, the trio reunited again" Jisung said with the eyes filled with excitement.

Chan helped you decorate with a couple of party decoration supplies he brought. You looked around one last time. Unable to contain the tears at the sight of how everything came together at the end. Proud of yourself and you also had to credit the hard work your dumb but amazing friends.

An upcoming text brightened the screen of your phone. It was hyunjin announcing that they were 5 minutes away from arriving. That was your cute, You all went to hide in different spots, after turning off all the lights. You headed directly to the kitchen and grabbed the cake, crouching behind the counter.

The house was dead silent until you heard the sound of the key clashing into the lock. The door opening slowly.

“Why is it so dark in here?” Hyunjin said playing along while pretending to looking for the light switch.

“ Wait I thought you said Y/N was not home, why are her shoes here?” Jeongin asked confused, with certain affliction in his voice.

“ Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday dear Innie, Happy birthday to you” You sang as you made your way towards him. The cake lighted up by the incandescent light from the single candle placed in the center.

The rest of your friends joined you while screaming

“SURPRISE”

Jeongin was loss for words, his cheeks stained by the beautiful tears that were sliding carefully. Like an open faucet, unable to control them. He smiled through them. Flashing his indistinguishable pearly white teeth. Alluring dimples. Stars that flashed on those sparkly eye pools as he stared directly at you. Like you were the only thing he was able to see in that dim room.

He closed his eyes and blew the candle wishing for something his heart desired for so long.

Everyone clapped and congratulate the boy who was no longer a baby but now a man. Hyunjin turned on the lights and you all gathered at the table to eat.

As you were walking to the dinning room, someone softly pulled from your sleeve.

Your eyes instantly meeting with his.

lost in his angelic aura.

You had been crushing on the boy for long enough

That you truly wanted to impress him with this whole surprise party idea. It seemed like your planned worked at perfection when he wrapped you in his arms.

“No one had ever done something like this for me, thank you so much Y/N” He whispered into the crook of your neck. The proximity making your limbs froze and your skin tingled due to the warmth he provided.

“ It’s nothing, Im glad you liked it Jeonginnie” You replied with a loving smile.

“ You know I was mad at you all day” He laughed bittersweet.

“Sorry for missing on riding the Ferris wheel with you” You said making fun of him.

“ I actually wanted to ride it with you instead of being stuck there with Mr. Dramatic for 45 minutes” a sigh escaping from his pink soft lips.

“ Is it because he becomes all clingy as it goes up, he’s such a scary cat” Laughing at the memory of hyunjin clinging into your arm like his life depended on it, the last time you all went to the amusement park.

“ That and because I hoped to hold your hand” He said staring into your eyes, trying to tell you something, but you were unable to read through the lines.

“ You do that all of the time Innie” It was not a novelty the amount of skin ship you and your best friend had.

“ You can’t possible be any more dense Y/N” He spoke a little irritated at your ignorance.

Your friend was rather shy, this sudden confidence had you all bewildered.

“ I like you, you idiot” He said obvious, tired of hinting something that was crystal clear.

“ You what...?” You were puzzled, your jaw almost hitting the floor in disbelief.

“ I know we’ve been friends for such a long time but I be always seen you in another light, will you let me be the one who holds your hand forever?” He asked extending his hand to grab yours softly, sliding his palm on top of yours and intertwining fingers.

“ Yes” You whispered hiding your face in his chest “I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you”

He untangled your hands to grab your jaw softly, so you would look at him, Bodies shaking, an adrenaline rush, and fireworks exploding the moment he laid his lips on top of your, delicate and with such sincerity, a kiss that revealed the profound innocent love they had one for the other.

“ Best birthday ever” He said stealing one more peck at your lips. He became addicted to the taste.

“ It was a piece of cake” You winked at him. “ For your information Seungmin burned your original cake, The one I baked with so much love”

“ Oh that’s why it smells like barbecue” He said. Both of you exploding into laughter. “ At least you didn’t burned down the house, I need to keep you as far away from the kitchen as possible sweetheart”

#stray kids imagines #Jeongin best boy #Happy birthday Innie #cutest baby boy #stray kids fluff #stray kids au #skz au #stray kids school au #hwang hyunjin #kim woojin #lee minho #lee felix #yang jeongin #kim seungmin #bang chan #seo changbin #han jisung #stray kids #stray kids reactions

[mariamegale]

LuzToye & their cute moments?

these two doofuses is2g. tell me there is a more secure relationship out there and i might actually fight you on that. 

thank you for the prompt <3

1,081 words, rated T.

oh fuck me, not a corporate event.

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“Hey, asshole,” Luz calls out when he gets to their table.

“Don’t call me an asshole,” Toye replies, sounding mildly hurt and confused as he’s suddenly assaulted with a boy jumping down in his lap. Luz pats him softly on the cheek in apology.

“Sorry. My dear sunshine man, light of my life, my one and only snuggleboy—“ Joe rolls his eyes like he’s trying to get them stuck in his head, and George grins at him. “What are you doing Saturday night?”

“Uh, nothing I think. Depends, why you asking?”

“Well, I have just gotten invited to a corporate event. I know,” Luz adds when there’s a gaggle of surprised noises from the table, “I only thought it happens in the movies, too, but here we are. Anyway, I was wondering if you’d be my plus one?”

Toye looks at his boyfriend like he’d rather put his fist to a cheese grater, knowing George most likely feels the same way and not understanding why he would suggest they do that to themselves.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. We’ll put on uncomfortable clothes, have dry conversations with people who have power over me, leave under tidy circumstances and try not to fuck in the taxi from all the pent-up excitement.”

“Gee, save it on the sales pitch, Georgie, you really know how to convince a guy,” Joe says drily. George kisses him wetly on the cheek, earning another round of noise from the other people at the table. “Why don’t we just skip all the bullshit, take a taxi home tonight and fuck in it then? Lot more fun.”

“It’s like they don’t even know we’re here,” Buck says behind them, nodding at Muck across the table. “Hey, Skip, can you see me or have I gone invisible?”

“Bright and clear,” Skip replies, taking a drink of his beer. “I just think you’ve forgotten to think about whether Luz and Toye care about you in the first place.”

There is shouting and peanuts thrown, but Luz doesn’t care about the calamity behind them beyond an eye roll of his own.

“Come on, Joe,” he repeats instead, nudging the other man’s forehead with his own. “I have to go. I just really want you to be there, it’ll make the whole thing so much more bearable.”

God damn this tiny little man and the iron grip he has on Joe’s heart. He rubs one hand over George’s leg, looking at his mouth in an obvious request. “Okay, but only because you asked nicely.” Luz kisses him with a lopsided smile, and Joe lifts his other hand to stroke his cheek. “But I expect us to get kicked out of that taxi for indecency.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, Joe.”

They get a few more kisses in before the shower of peanuts hit them, being stopped less by Luz yelling abuse at his friends and more by the murder glares the bar staff send them. Babe and Eugene end up going over to pre-emptively put a collectively raised fifty bucks in the tip jar.

That turns out to not be the first tip of Joe and George’s night, as they later tell the driver of the taxi they end up calling for to just keep his eyes on the road.

———

“Jesus fucking Christ, I hate suits,” Joe grumbles when he gets into another taxi three days later, already loosening his tie. Luz gets in next to him, telling the driver his address before leaning back with a very deep sigh.

“Preaching to the choir, Joe,” he says, revelling in the way he can finally let his posture relax for the first time the whole night. He doesn’t hate his job, really, despite the way this anecdote makes it look. He just hates having to play dress-up with people who know they’re playing dress-up, because everyone in the fucking world knows they’re playing dress-up, yet acting like it’s completely sincere and spontaneous.

Like people from five different levels of management all just happened to show up at the same floor in high heels and ties on a day off to spend three hours drinking half a glass of champagne and fake-laughing at non-jokes.

George needs to get a new fucking job, where this shit won’t be expected of him or of his partner.

Speaking off. He looks over at Joe, who’s trying to pull his tie off with a mildly annoyed facial expression, arms bumping into the roof of the cab. Luz can’t help but smile, reaching over to bat his hands away.

“Here, let me,” he says, untying the thing completely before dragging it out of Toye’s shirt lapels and stuffing the tie into his own pocket. “That’s what you get for being so fucking tall.”

“Just ‘cause you’re fucking tiny,” Joe mumbles back, and George laughs. They don’t speak much for the rest of the ride, just enjoying the comfortable silence instead.

Once they’re home, door locked behind them and jackets tossed on the kitchen tables, do they really talk again. George is on Joe’s lap, kissing him slowly, unhurriedly, while Joe’s thumbs are drawing small circles on his hips.

“Hey,” Luz says eventually, pulling back just enough to speak. “Thanks for coming with me tonight.”

“Nothing to say thanks for,” Joe replies easily, leaning forward so he can press a few soft kisses to the space behind George’s jaw. He gets pulled back after just one by a pair of hands on his face, his boyfriend looking at him seriously.

“Hey, yes it is,” George says, a small frown on his face. “You didn’t have to come, but you did. Maybe it’s just a shitty, snobby office party, but it’s still more than you had to. Thank you.”

“Damn it, Georgie,” Joe says with a smile, moving his hands up to his boyfriend’s waist. “Of course I had to come. Not because anyone forced me to, but because it’s what a decent guy does for his boyfriend. And you deserve a decent guy, you know?”

George snorts, but kisses him nonetheless. “I don’t know, I was kinda hoping for something more indecent, personally, but if you wanna go down the chivalrous route I’m sure there are some dishes in—“

He doesn’t get much more out before he’s pushed sideways down on the sofa, laughter between them as they let each other egg their pace up. That says it better than they could with words, anyway.

#my writing #ask #prompt #why a corporate event you ask? #why the fuck not i say #theyfucking suck and noone wants them and now i have imposed that feeling on you too #luztoye #george luz #joe toye #band of brothers #Anonymous

[redgillan]

I’ve got you under my Skin - 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader ♀️

Summary: Modern!AU  We’ve been sleeping together on and off for almost a year and I know it’s angry hate sex but I got you a little gift because it reminded me of you.

Word Count:1,256

Warnings: None

A/N: Another party, another gift, but this time with actual feelings and the promise of something more. Thank you for your support, hope you enjoy the penultimate chapter!

Sam threw a party for Natasha’s birthday the weekend after Bucky and his class got back from their trip to Washington DC. It had been over a month since he last saw you, but Bucky couldn't stop thinking about you.

There was chemistry between you, and he wanted more than a physical relationship. He wasn’t sure how, but he had developed feelings for you.

Now all he had to do was get past his fear of losing you, and tell you how he felt. He'd never been good at expressing his feelings and he didn't quite know how to put them into words.

Steve plumped down on the sofa next to him, interrupting his train of thought. He held out a bottle of beer to his friend but Bucky shook his head.

“Nah, thanks. I brought my bike t’night. Don’t wanna crash it.”

Steve nodded but didn’t say a word. Bucky could tell there was more he wanted to say. He frowned when Steve began picking at the label on the bottle. It was one of his many nervous quirks.

“I know you wanna say something, so say it,” Bucky mumbled.

Steve turned his head to look at him, then his eyes darted to the keychain in Bucky’s hand. “It’s cute. Is that from D.C?”

Bucky sighed. “Yes.”

“You gonna give it to someone?”

“What’s with the interrogation, Detective Rogers?” Bucky asked with a little grin. “I thought you were off duty.”

“Hilarious,” Steve deadpanned, taking a swig of beer. “You know, at the academy they tell you that when suspects answer questions with questions, it usually means they’re trying to hide something.”

“I’m not hidin anythin. You know me, I’m an open book.”

“Uh-uh.”

They both fell silent. Bucky was playing with the keychain in his hand, his knee bouncing up and down. Steve followed the direction of Bucky’s gaze and found you sitting by the window. He smiled knowingly.

“You know,” Steve spoke after a moment, “Sophie told me something interesting the other day.”

“Yeah?” Bucky replied, only half listening.

“She said that you almost kissed her favorite aunt.”

Bucky turned to Steve. “She didn’t say that.”

Steve shrugged. “Not exactly. She said you were on the couch tickling each other and then you stopped and had a staring contest. I’m not five, I connected the dots.”

“Great solve, Detective Rogers,” Bucky grumbled.

“Buck,” he sighed, “I don’t like meddling, that’s Nat’s thing, but I see the way you look at her. Don’t wait too long, you never know what might happen.”

“I don’t-” Bucky started, struggling to put his feelings into words. “I’m not- I can’t...” He groaned, closing his eyes, giving up.

“You like her,” Steve said with an encouraging smile.

“No,” Bucky replied but before Steve could object, he continued, “I think I’m in love with her.”

“Oh...”

Bucky laughed, though it held no humour. “Yeah, now I guess I have to break the news t’her without freakin her out. Got any tips, Steve?”

“You know I’m clueless when it comes to women.” They both laughed at this. Steve slung his arm over his friend’s shoulders. “Talk to her before I tell Nat what I saw in her kitchen the other night.” He gave him a pointed look.

So as it turned out Steve had seen the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms. Bucky sighed. He didn’t need Natasha’s constant meddling. No, his life was complicated enough.

“That’s low, Rogers, even for you,” Bucky joked, a worried frown on his face.

Steve shrugged in response and patted Bucky on the back. “Cheer up, Buck.”

Bucky gave Steve one last glance before he made his way over to you. His legs were on autopilot and his heart was thumping in his chest, but somehow he managed to keep his expression neutral.

He held the keychain tight in his closed fist and sat next to you on the windowsill, the two of you facing forward. Steve had challenged Sam, who was wearing Natasha’s birthday crown, to a dance off. No one was paying attention to you or Bucky.

“Hey,” Bucky said, bumping his shoulder against yours. You could barely hear him over the racket. “How’re you?”

You smiled at him. “Good. I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Miss me?” he asked jokingly.

“Yes,” you deadpanned, looking him straight in the eye.

Bucky’s heart tripped dangerously. He felt as if he was on a rollercoaster, when the car tips over the top of the hill and plunges down the loop and it feels like you weigh less than a feather.

“I missed you, too.”

You must have sensed the tension between you because you quickly steered the conversation to safer ground. “How was D.C?”

He cleared his throat and gave you a smile before answering, “Hectic, but nice. Thirty kids, three adults; you kinda wish you were an octopus.”

You both laughed at the mental image it put in your heads.

It felt strange –making small talk with you. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different. There was so much he wanted to tell you but he couldn't find the right words.

“By the way,” you said, breaking the silence between you, “I wanted to thank you for sharing your story with me the other night. I know that must have been difficult.”

Bucky’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder where his scar was. Painful memories. But then he remembered the delicate touch of your fingers as you had traced the line of his scar. It had been comforting, soothing.

He turned his head toward the makeshift dance floor where Sam and Steve were arguing while doing the Running Man. Bucky sighed. He couldn’t pour his heart out while these two doofuses were having a dance off in the background.

“You okay?” You gently touched his arm. “You look upset. Is it something I said?”

Bucky blinked a few times, trying to clear his thoughts, and turned to meet your gaze. There was genuine worry in your eyes, and it made his stomach ache.

“No,” he quickly replied, shaking his head. “In fact-” he swallowed hard “I think you’re the only one keeping me sane.”

Feeling a little brave, he inched his hand closer and closer to yours, until they touched. You looked down at your hand, then back up at him, observing him closely.

He slid his hand under your own and pressed a small, round object into your palm. You folded your fingers over the warm metal while holding Bucky’s gaze.

“In case you want to start a new collection,” he whispered into your ear. He pulled away from you, his lips brushing your temple. “Can I stop by your place later?”

He wanted to talk, in private, but he was terrified. He was scared that you might not share his feelings or that you didn’t want more than casual angry sex. And he was so nervous that he didn’t realize that it was the question he would ask every time he wanted to have sex with you.

He also didn’t notice the disappointed look on your face and the way your smile didn’t reach your eyes when you nodded. It wasn’t clear whether his feelings for you were changing or if he just wanted to have sex.

Once he was gone, you looked down at your hand and saw a Capitol Hill Building keychain, the words ‘United States, Washington D.C.’ were engraved on the gold toned oval.

“Bucky Barnes,” you muttered to yourself, “you’ll be the death of me.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel imagine #bucky barnes x reader #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #bucky barnes fanfiction #redgillan #redgillanwrites #i've got you under my skin

[lavender-rebellion]

TRoE Chapter Three More Than I Saw, More Than I Knew

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Over time, Thomas got used to the others being in his space. The days ticked by, and steadily as they found their rhythm the tension in all of them leaked away. The air was lighter, the smiles were more frequent, and lighthearted banter made its way back into conversations. Well, arguments might be a better word, most of the time.

“Roman! I must insist that you leave the bathroom this instance. Roman? Roman!”

The door swung open and steam billowed out into the hallway. Logan stepped back from where he had been pounding on the door, crossing his arms at Roman who had appeared in the doorway, freshly showered and apparently in the process of styling his hair if the hairspray in his hand was an indicator.

“What is it, pocket protector? I’m in the middle of my beauty routine.”

Logan was obviously not impressed, and Thomas, sensing the upcoming argument, scooted around the pajama-clad side and peered into what used to be his spare bedroom.

There was stuff everywhere now, the closet full, desk messy, and two permanent beds set up on the floor. It looked cramped and lived in, even with how little each side owned. Part of Thomas felt bad at forcing them all into one medium-sized room, but he had apologized to Pat once and he had admitted to Thomas that he wasn’t sure if they could sleep in different rooms even if it was possible, the severed bond too fresh.

Virgil was splayed out, fully dressed, on one of the air mattresses they found on sale. His phone was dangling from one hand, threatening to fall from the lax grip at any moment. He looked up at Thomas’s appearance, noticeably tired. Thomas gave him an awkward smile.

“Patton told me to get everyone for breakfast.” He explained. Virgil nodded in acknowledgment but he made no move to get up.

“You tell the doofuses out there?” He raised an eyebrow. The voices in the hall grew in volume and fervor.

“Ah,” Thomas rubbed his neck sheepishly, “No. I didn’t want to get in the middle of that .”

Virgil ducked his head, laughing softly, his body shaking and giving him away even as he seemed to try and cover his grin. “That’s likely for the best.”

Thomas spent a second enjoying the sight of his gloomiest side lit up before heading back out into the hall towards the stairs.

“We have a bathroom schedule for a reason! You have gone over your allotted slot and now I am behind in my morning routine!”

“Who needs a schedule? It's unnecessary, and not to mention completely impossible. I simply cannot get ready in only half an hour, Logan! I am a prince, and I need to look as sharp as my sword!” Roman insisted, looking just as frustrated as Logan. Thomas avoided looking at either of them, afraid of getting dragged into this, and once again slid by Logan and down the stairs. Perhaps having Logan and Roman share the upstairs shower was a mistake. Then again, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to share with either of them either. Patton was much lower maintenance.

Another thing about having the sides living with him instead of within him was that there were a lot more hands to help with videos.

“And then we’ll splice these scenes together, throw a little bit of that in, and tada!”

“I can see where you’re going with this, but It’s just going to end up jarring. But we can get a similar effect if…”

Roman watched Virgil reach over and hit a few keys, eyes lighting up when Virgil hit play. They both were seated at the kitchen table, hunched over Thomas’s laptop like they had been for hours. Maybe it was kinda cheating to let them do this instead of doing this himself, but in his defense, he had edited most of his workload. And both of them had been such a large part of his video process that it felt wrong to tell them they couldn’t help anymore.

“That does work better, thank you, Virgil,” Roman admitted, and Virgil gave him a quick finger-gun before they were back to muttering and clicking. Thomas watched them from where he was leaning against the counter with a plate of food in hand. The most surprising part of having the sides around 24/7 is watching them interact. He had always assumed that what he saw during their visits was just how they always were, and maybe that was his fault for not realizing that they were complex people just as much as they were him. But as much as he had seen them argue and fight and insult each other, they were all friends, all cared about each other and had their own inside jokes and activities. Roman and Virgil were surprisingly good friends, and often spent a lot of time creating together. Apparently Roman had started seeing the benefit in Virgil’s criticism and viewpoints, while Virgil had discovered creating as a good outlet for his anxiety.

Logan and Roman, however, mainly argued. But Thomas was surprised to find out their preferred form of argument to be book analysis. Apparently, they had a book club together, and watching them get heated over themes and motifs was not how he was expecting his Thursday mornings to start if he was being honest. He thinks right now they’re reading the Odyssey, based on the loud discussions he heard last Wednesday.

Roman and Patton liked outdoorsy things. They would go on jogs together or talk about gardening and hiking. Their favorite thing to do was to go out to the dog park nearby, and sometimes the rest of them came with.

“Why is it so freaking hot out?” Virgil loudly complained, tugging his hood over his sweaty hair like it was a shield against the relentless sun. Thomas looked away from a lab nearby and back to their little trio. Logan and he sat on a bench while Virgil sat in the grass at their feet.

“Why are you still insisting on wearing your thick hoodie despite the heat?” Logan replied without hesitation, not even looking up from his book. Virgil scowled at him while Thomas tried to muffle his snickers, but he didn’t miss the smirk tugging at Logan’s lips.

“Patton watch out!” Roman shouted in alarm, a sudden dull thwump reaching their ears. Thomas leaped up from his seat in alarm, seeing Patton laying on the ground with the football the boys had been tossing back and forth on the ground near him. Roman was jogging over, looking panicked, while the other two just looked mildly worried.

“Patton are you all right?” Thomas asked, stepping over Virgil and hurrying over to where Roman was kneeling next to Patton, who looked dazed.

“I am so sorry, Pat! When I tossed it you were still looking at me, and you’ve caught all the others, and are you okay ???” Roman babbled, and Patton blinked slowly at him.

Okay, apparently Patton was knocked in the head with a football. Happens all the time, no big deal. But he was knocked to the ground...and Roman did have a strong arm...and what if their heads were softer or something Thomas really had no idea about what the sides biology was like and nothing like them has ever existed before but they are supposed to be human but that was just something they all decided they had no idea what was happening or what the sides were or if they could die were they immortal was Patton dying right now-

“I saw a dog!” Patton slowly beamed, but Roman looked just as worried, looking at Thomas.

“Logan, how do you check to see if someone has a concussion?” What?

Logan stepped around him, because he and Virgil had apparently snuck up behind him during his...thought spiel...and kneeled on Patton’s other side.

“Patton, are you having any trouble seeing?” Logan asked calmly.

“Sure am, I seem to be missing my glasses!” Patton said cheerfully, and both Logan and Roman seemed to take a moment to mentally slap themselves. Roman picked the glasses off the floor and slid them on Patton’s face.

“And now?” Roman asked.

“Everything seems fine.”

Logan proceeded in having him follow his finger, asking him if he was in any pain (“I think I have some new bruises.”) and asking him a few questions Patton would know. (“Who was the 33rd president?” “Ask him something he’ll actually know the answer to, Lo.”). Everything turned out fine, and while they were causing a bit of a scene all of them were too worried to care. Patton thought it was ridiculous and even did a cartwheel to prove he was fine. Roman nearly fainted.

“So what exactly happened, Pat?” Virgil asked as they gathered their things, not comfortable continuing after the panic. Patton’s face lit up again.

“This really cute dog started chasing its tail so I turned to watch!”

Of course.

Thomas expected Patton and Virgil to get along, that much was clear as day in their interactions, but he didn’t ever really give a thought to what they might both do. What could they both have in common?

Apparently, it was Jigsaw puzzles.

The large outline took up most of the kitchen table, with tiny pieces scattered absolutely everywhere. Patton and Virgil were bent over in what had to be uncomfortable positions, quietly shuffling through the pieces and attempting to stick them together. Thomas watched as Patton glanced over at Virgil’s hands before reaching over and grabbing a piece from a pile and handing it to him. The piece must have fit because Patton smiled at Virgil’s bent head and went back to work.

“Where did you even get this?” Thomas asked incredulously, and both of them looked up at him suddenly, like they weren’t aware he had been watching them for several minutes. Thomas’s brain rebooted, as now that he could see Virgil he saw that the man had his wild hair pushed back with a green headband, and looked like a demented flower with his dark eyeshadow.

Admittedly it was kinda cute, but he had a feeling he was not one of the few people who could tell him that and live.

“Joan,” Virgil said simply, before blinking tiredly at him and going back to the puzzle. Thomas turned to Patton instead.

“Joan was kind enough to lend it to us since they hadn’t used it in some years. And Virgil and I have really been missing our puzzle seshs, so we thought we’d start as soon as possible! Hope you don’t mind we’ve hijacked the table!”

“No,” Thomas said, a little dazed at the whole ordeal. “Not a problem. I’m going to go watch Roman and Logan argue about the role of  the fates and free will.”

Patton winced. “I think they're almost done with the book, if it helps.”

More surprisingly, though, was how Logan and Patton hung out. Thomas could see why Virgil would like the order of puzzles, and Patton enjoyed slowly finding the pieces and fitting them together, but this baffled him a little more.

There wasn’t a mess in his kitchen of hilarious proportions, or a loud explosion, or a sudden outbreak of food being flung. But Patton and Logan were undeniably standing over a cookbook in aprons, a bit of flour on them and a bowl of batter on the table.

“What are you doing?” He felt like he was asking this a lot lately. Is that what having roommates is like?

“Baking a vanilla cake,” Logan answered without hesitation, eyes skimming the recipe in front of him. Patton waved but didn’t stop whatever he was doing.

“But why?” He stressed.

“Well, it’s been two whole weeks since we...moved in. I thought it would be nice to do something about it!” Patton answered, more subdued than usual. But Patton had moments like that now, taking their talk to heart and beginning to allow himself to not feel perfect.

“So you asked...Logan?”

“Baking is like chemistry, but if you eat it you don’t die horribly,” Logan said matter-of-factly.

“Cool,” Thomas shrugged, “I’m going to go film, I’ll be home past dinner. Don’t wait up.”

He didn’t bother telling them not to burn the house down, he was pretty sure they were better at cooking than he was. Instead, he snatched up his jacket and headed out, waving to Virgil as he passed.

It wasn’t until he was at Joan’s that he realized what exactly Patton had said.

“So what are the sides up to?” Joan asked as Thomas helped them pack the cameras.

“Roman was out for a jog last time I saw him, and Virgil was on my Laptop. And then Logan and Patton were making a cake as I left.”

“A cake?” They sounded confused, but Thomas was too busy trying not to break something to look.

“Yeah, as a celebration of two weeks being human, I guess.”

“Has it really been two weeks already?”

Thomas stopped what he was doing. Had it? He wracked his brain and found out Patton was right, and that it was almost bordering on three. Oh.

“You know, dude, I did manage to get in touch with that guy,” Joan said, hesitantly. Thomas sighed, putting the tripod down. Another oh. He still had to place the order. The very illegal, expensive order.

“Okay, yeah. Um, how soon can I place my order?”

“I can call him up tonight after filming?”

“Okay. Okay, let's do that then. Sooner the better.” Because what other choice did he have?

When Thomas got home there were lights and sounds coming from the living room, the TV lights illuminating the forms of Logan and Virgil on the couch. Thomas just smiled tiredly, catching sight of the bright 3:09 on the stove clock. As he walked closer he found them both asleep, Virgil drooling on Logan’s shoulder, Logan’s cheek squished comically against the top of Virgil’s head. A science-fiction show was on screen, one he didn’t recognize, and Virgil’s lax hand held a phone in his lap.

The thing about Logan and Virgil was that as much as they gravitated towards each other, how much they bickered and talked and smiled, Thomas hadn’t seen them hang out the entire first week. It wasn’t until he woke up one night needing a drink that he stumbled upon the two of them. They had been on the couch like this, a bad scifi show playing quietly and Virgil scrolling slowly through his phone, and only then did Thomas realize how close they were.

They didn’t speak the entire time he was observing them that night, just sat close together silently as they did their own thing. But the softness of their expression, the lack of tension in their body, that told Thomas more than words could. He knew Virgil suffered from insomnia, though, he didn’t know why Logan stayed up, to keep him company or due to similar issues. It didn’t really matter to him.

He quietly walked to his room, and wondered about all of his little observances, about the something in all of them that kept drawing his eye. Maybe it was that they were him, maybe it was that they were them, or maybe it was that Thomas was just being weird.

“You guys need to get a job.”

None of the sides, squished together on the couch, looked pleased. But there was also no complaining so Thomas counted it as a win. God, when did he become his mother?

“I ordered your papers and I’ll be getting them in a week and until then you guys have to figure out what you are good at, what you want to do, things like that. You’ll only have a high school degree, so it’ll be entry-level jobs, but there are still a lot of different ones out there.” Thomas continued, and once again received no reply. Admittedly, he wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but the resigned expressions and silence were unnerving.

“...Okay?”

A small chorus of agreement went off, and feeling off-balance, Thomas slowly walked out of the living room. That went well. Now if only he could figure out how he was going to do the Sanders Sides video. Or tell the public he had four strange men with his characters names and personalities living in his two-bedroom house…

Or maybe he can just take a nap.

After an embarrassing and terrifying night of meeting Joan’s guy, handing over the majority of his tiny retirement funds, and committing a crime, the side’s started getting jobs. Logan was the first one, going out one morning only to come home that afternoon with a black apron and a hat.

“I have acquired a job,” Logan said, looking the slightest bit proud. Everyone looked up from where they were playing Candyland on the floor of the living room.

“That’s great, Logan! Where do you work?”

Logan lifted the hat from the folded uniform in his hands and tugged it down on his head. “I am now employed by Common Grounds, a small coffee shop about ten minutes away from here on foot.”

Roman and Virgil started laughing, and Thomas lifted a hand to cover the smile he couldn’t help. Logan looked a strange mixture between stern, ridiculous and adorable in his hat, and the image of him making coffee in a little apron in a cute little shop almost did Thomas in.

“That’s great!” Patton exclaimed, and Thomas nodded quickly, not wanting Logan to think they were making fun of him.

“I’m proud of you, Lo,” Virgil said as he attempted to catch his breath, and Logan looked pink. They must have been embarrassing him.

“That’s really cool! Why did you choose a coffee shop?” Thomas asked, drawing his attention.

“I’m unqualified to do the jobs I would like to, and when I think of your typical beginning job I think of fast food and coffee. I simply refuse to work in the fast-food industry.” Logan explained.

“Preach!” Roman declared, causing Logan to look at him, baffled.

“I am not a priest.”

Patton reached over and grabbed Logan’s hand, tugging him down to sit with them as the rest laugh.

“I got a job!!!”

“I also got a job!”

Thomas looked up from his script, rubbing his eyes. Roman and Patton were standing in front of the kitchen table, both smiling so bright that it hurt his sensitive eyes.

“That's great, guys.” It was hard to muster up any enthusiasm when he was so tired. Was it too late to switch careers? Maybe become a hobo? “Where at?”

“I got hired at Claire's, in the mall!” Roman said dramatically, and Thomas blinked.

“The ...little girl store?”

Roman looked offended. “Yes, the very fun and fantastic accessory shop for young girls. Is there something wrong with that, Thomas?”

“No?” Thomas asked.

“I work at Hot Topic!” Patton interrupted. Wait, what?

Both he and Roman turned to stare at Patton, wide-eyed with surprise. Patton noticed, and shrugged.

“Virgil really likes the store, and they were hiring. I thought it could help bring us closer!”

That’s adorable. But god what an image.

“I’m sure he’ll love the discount!” Roman said cheerfully, clapping Patton on the shoulder. They both looked at each other, going on just long enough that Thomas turned back to his half-finished script. He didn’t have time for their weirdness.

Virgil walked into the house at the end of the third week, the last one to get hired and the last one to throw Thomas for a loop.

“Hey, I got a job at a flower shop. What’s for dinner, Pat?” Virgil called, kicking off his shoes at the door and casually tossing himself on the couch next to Logan. There was a brief beat of silence.

“That's. So. Cute!” Patton squealed, reaching over and tugging Virgil into a hug right over Logan’s lap. Logan lifted his book above his head and looked at them in alarm.

“Woah! Patton calm down!” Virgil squawked, but made no effort to extract himself. Patton released him anyway, stars in his eyes.

“A flower shop? Really, Scary Styles?” Roman asked in disbelief. Virgil smirked.

“Can you imagine how all those middle-aged rich women are going to react seeing me behind the register?” Virgil chuckled.

“So you applied to...shock people?” Thomas asked, confused. Virgil opened his mouth, mischievous, before Logan beat him to it.

“Virgil is actually quite fond of flowers and their language.” He replied calmly, like it was common knowledge. Virgil’s mouth snapped shut and he slowly became red, looking awkward.

“Uh,” He cleared his throat, “Yeah.”

“That’s adorable!” Thomas and Patton cooed at him, and Virgil scowled once more.

“Dinner?”

“Oh, it’s spaghetti!”

“I have to introduce you guys to the internet. Soon.” Thomas commented during dinner.

“We’ve been on the internet before, Thomas.” Roman teased. Thomas looked up from his plate and rolled his eyes.

“I mean we should do a video introducing you guys, something small, and then later we can do a Q&A.” Thomas clarified.

Logan frowned. “Why must we do something like that? I would rather not be on camera anymore if I can help it.”

“The fans are going to catch sight of us eventually, we can’t pretend we don’t live with Thomas.” Virgil pointed out, though he didn’t look much happier.

“They already have. Vague silhouettes have been caught in my snapchat stories, your voices have been in the background in my vlogs..fans currently think I have a secret boyfriend though.” Thomas admitted.

“Oh, that is so cute.” Patton cooed, spinning his fork in his spaghetti.

“I don’t actually have a secret boyfriend.” He reminded him, but Patton waved him off.

“I know, silly, but the idea is cute.”

“So,” Virgil dragged their attention back to him. “How are we going to do this video?”

“I have a confession to make,” Thomas admitted to the camera, clasping his hands together. “The characters for the Sanders Sides are real.”

There was a dramatic pause before Thomas dropped his serious act and grinned. “Or, I should say, they were based off of real people. Originally my characters from my shorts were pulled in to represent my different ‘sides’, but along the way, they became more complex, more fleshed out, and eventually the characters you guys all love so much. A couple of videos in I realized that I knew four people who fit my vision of these characters very closely, and with their permission and a little help from them I started shaping Morality, Logic, and Creativity into Patton, Logan, and Roman.

“One of them introduced me to the inspiration behind Anxiety, a character I knew I wanted to portray but was unsure how to do so until I met him, and the Side’s were born. All four have, until now, decided to stay as ghostwriters instead of being on camera, but a recent situation has made it so that's no longer possible. And now I get to introduce them all to you!” Thomas threw his arms open, before gesturing to them to join him on camera. Later, they’d edit it so that all four of them suddenly rose up, but for now, all four of them trudged into their spots with varying levels of excitement.

“Can I introduce you to Roman,” He gestured to his right, where Roman was grinning at the screen and dressed in a jean jacket, “Patton,” Between him and Roman, bouncing on his toes and wearing a baggy dog shirt, “Logan,” Directly to his left, posed as usual on-screen and wearing a white button up, “And Virgil!” Next to Logan, arms crossed and hands hidden in the sleeves of his large striped grey sweater. They all waved.

Thomas spent a little time chatting with each of them and them as a group, nothing more than a few minutes worth of footage, before finishing up with his announcement.

“One last thing I need to inform you all of is the fact that you’ll be seeing a lot more of these guys. All four of them will be living with me for the foreseeable future! And we’ll be doing a Q&A soon so that you all can get to know them, so make sure to send in questions under #realsanderssides on twitter, Instagram, or in the comments below.

“And until next time, take it easy, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals. Peace out!”

He lunged at the camera before pausing and turning to Joan.

“Was that good?”

“Seemed fine to me. So, what do you want in the outro?”

Thomas turned to them, clapping his hands. “Can I get you all back in your outfits and in your spots?”

They all looked a little wary.

“I haven’t really stood in my spot since we tried all those tests, kiddo. I’m not really comfortable there anymore.” Patton admitted. “Reminds me of what I lost.”

Thomas’s shoulders dropped, and his heart tugged painfully at the reminder of what they all had lost. He forced a smile though. “Maybe you should stand there and remember instead all of the things you've gained.”

When Patton hesitated, Thomas opened his mouth to suggest something different, hardly about to force them all into doing something that hurt them. Patton answered first though, giving Thomas a wobbly smile. “That’s a good idea.”

Virgil stretched his arms above his head and yawned, before herding them all towards the stairs. “Costume change, hup hup everyone, let’s get to it.”

There was bickering and shoving, and Thomas listened to them stumble up the stairs and smiled. Everything felt like it was going to be okay.

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Glee - S1 E4 (Preggers)

And from this moment onwards, Kurt Hummel proceeded to steal every single damn scene he was in. I’m actually unironically excited for this one. I didn’t think that could still happen! Here goes!

I will always love this Single Ladies scene. I will always love season 1′s Tina/Kurt friendship. Also, Brittany’s here, inexplicably. Did he pay her for this? In Pixie sticks, perhaps? Or Monopoly money?

“Kurt’s Superstar Playlist” is the most adorable name his playlist could possibly have. All we get to see on it are 4 Beyonce songs, and 1 Gwen Stefani - but it’s a cute little insight.

God sometimes I forget how cute Jenna Ushkowitz is and then this scene really slaps me round the face with it huh!!!

WHY are you filming this, Kurt? What are you using this for? I’d love to know. I’d say it’s just to check out his own dancing technique but it’s in black and white… Where are you posting this!!!

I want that swingy-suspended chair thing he has in his room sooooo bad

Ok now the fact that this is being filmed is giving me fic ideas…

BURT HUMMEL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BURT F U C K I N G HUMMEL BABIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God the look of fear on all three of their faces when they see Burt??? Don’t you worry kids he’ll come around real soon…

Burt’s approving nod when he yanks on Kurt’s unitard… God I love this man.

The LOOK on Kurt’s FACE when Brittany says he’s on the football team… I can hear his inner monologue like “bitch we may be in the basement but I will make a window to throw you out of”

Kurt just wants to relate to his old man so bad :( Baby boy he’s already so damn proud of you!!! Also that LAUGH.

He really just slapped Tina’s ass! And she completely rolls with it, the absolute champion. Also, the subtitles Netflix provided me with were (smacks bottom) and I just love that.

Oh god it immediately cuts to the WORST scene. Terri learning to give birth. William Schuester trying to help. Just let me perish, RIB?

Shout out to Kendra’s actress for somehow managing to make her character even more despicable than Terri!

Actually the shit she says to Will here is almost valid… All three of them are fucking awful huh!

Seriously why are Kendra and Terri the best actresses on this whole show? It’s the only reason I care about this fake pregnancy arc anymore…

The teacher’s lounge is always either an arid, desolate wasteland, or the only watering hole within 100 miles where all the thirsty ass teachers congregate. Take your pick.

Why does Will pretend to hesitate before going to sit with Ken and Emma? They’re the only people we ever see you talk to dude!!!

Ken with the psychoanalysis, wow. Just hit her right there buddy!

THAT’S HOW SUE C’s IT!!!

Rachel really just EXPECTS every solo… I almost forgot how bad she was when she started. “Maria is MY part!” Not anymore!! Kudos to Lea Michele for managing to make Rachel really sound like she thinks she’s the victim when she really isn’t.

Tina’s face… She was seriously happy. Season 1 Rachel SUCKS for even trying to take this from her. She IS talented. She IS ready!

Everybody else knows it’s a fat load of BS… Kurt lowers his sunglasses to look at her like she’s a bug beneath his shoe. Also, Kurt, why sunglasses? You don’t start getting hangovers ‘til next episode, sweetie!!

“You’re trying to punish me” I think being a total martyr might be one of Rachel’s worst traits early on in the series. I get that performing is her deal, but she can’t even take a second to at least fake being happy for Tina? Unreal.

Everybody else just moving straight on with it is hilarious. They’re all so happy for Tina and don’t give a shit about Rachel’s melodrama, which I’m living for!

I wanna be all “Finn’s an arrogant bastard for assuming Kurt wanted to ask him to prom, grr!!” But then I remember Kurt’s canonically in love with him at this point, so I’ll let him off this time

Kurt’s devious little smile when he asks Finn for a favour… I love one (1) boy!

AHHH THE TRYOUT SCENE. INCREDIBLE. This might honestly be my favourite scene from season 1. It’s definitely up there, anyway.

Cute brotherly Furt moments. Finn putting that helmet on for him. “Red’s your colour!” And they DON’T make Kurt get all giggly about Finn just being nice to him? Kurt just telling him he’s really cool? Pure.

“Rehearsing–” “PRACTICING!”

Finn tells Kurt he’ll be murdered if he uses his music and Kurt comes straight back with that rum chocolate souffle line. This show would be NOTHING without Kurt.

And THIS is what I mean when I say Kurt was a Gryffindor from the get-go. Even now he’s refusing to be anything less than himself for anybody, even the jackasses that harass him every day when he’s on their pitch.

Shut the fuuuuuuuck up, Puck!

“Hi, I’m Kurt Hummel and I’ll be auditioning for the role of kicker.” What did we do to deserve him?

His starting pose… His hips… The footwork… “That was good, right?” His whole ATTITUDE. THE ROYAL WAVE.

As if the TV network would cancel Sue’s news segment for having a few Cheerios in the glee club?

Oh god. Quinn telling Finn she’s pregnant. The fucking cinematography here… The camera work, the audio mixing…

“Think of the mail… Think of the MAIL…”

Did Quinn seriously just say “Ask Jeeves” told her the hot tub could knock her up? I mean, I know she’s lying, but ASK JEEVES? That should’ve tipped Finn off more than anything else…

Damn. Season 1 really had the power to get me shook, laughing, and then crying in the span of 30 seconds? Or maybe it’s just because I can’t stand seeing Diana cry…  

Sandy lets his kettle whistle for far too long, it stresses me out

Sue just… Offers this fired man a job? I know she’s got Figgins by the balls over the stockings commercial, but come on, surely the council would get involved or whatever???

Rachel sucks right now but god damn it Taking Chances gives me chills every time I hear her sing it… And she’s so cute when they tell her she got the lead!!!

If musical stuff is so frowned upon socially here, how are they expecting to get a full cast for Cabaret? Especially if NONE of the other glee kids are interested?

And there’s no funding for the arts but they have a whole ballet studio on school property…?

Sign #12 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He just straight up tells Rachel that he’s the only person that likes her, which is wrong for so many reasons

He does have a point about Rachel needing to take a step back sometimes though. I hate that she’s so awful sometimes that I have to agree with Schuester.

He’s not HURTING you Rachel, he’s giving a chance to grow to somebody else!

Jenna did a beautiful job with this solo… Tina’s so cute too! I love her singing this sweet song with her goth aesthetic

This scene between Mr Schue and Tina was almost sweet BUT:

Sign #13 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He did NOT need to touch Tina’s shoulders, or get that close, or whisper to comfort her.

Don’t take one for the team, Tina! Take one for YOURSELF!

I’ll let him hugging Finn slide because, wow, Finn’s breaking my heart right now…

However I will not let it slide that he’s seemingly taken him off campus for lunch…???? Dude, take him to your office. This is creepy as all hell even if he has good intentions…

“I got this at the school library. Did you know that you can just… Borrow books from there?” Protect him. Protect him at ALL costs. He was so genuinely inspired by watching Kurt make those goals that he went to a library for the first time in his LIFE oh my goodness

Oh god. The camera panning from a random father and his young son, over to Mr Schue looking at Finn? HE’S NOT YOUR SON MY GUY, HE IS YOUR PUPIL. PROFESSIONAL BOUNDARIES!!!

Terri and Will are both brushing their teeth with no toothpaste… Freaks…

Have I mentioned how much I adore those little background choir soundbites between scenes? They did so much for this show…

SHUT! UP! PUCK! Drink your fucking character development juice already!!!

Kurt just casually dropping in Sun Tzu’s Art of War… He just knows that. He’s prepared to just drop that in conversation. Son, why are you so ready for combat,

Also the way Kurt commands their attention? They can rag on him all they want but they all know he’s legit…

Look at all these doofuses in their football gear busting a move. Look at Kurt sat at the front just watching, judging, as he was born to do

MIKE! KILLING! IT! I love that they let us see a sneak peek of his moves… Serious HC that Kurt making the football team dance is the first time that Mike really got to show off his skills

Kurt shooing Mr Schue away like that gives me life!!! Sit down old man

“All right boys…”  And they all look so concerned behind him lmao… “Oh– SNEAK ATTACK back to the ring…” Mike’s trying so hard to keep in time. I love him. OH and there’s Matt! Most valid glee club member simply because he never says anything.

“Comb through the hair… SLAP THE BUTT!” And they’re all trying so hard… 10/10

“I’m your best friend,” says Puck, to the boy he has been consistently fucking over for four (4) episodes, and presumably many years prior…

I really do hate Puck for the first part of this season but god damn does he have some lines. “’Sup, MILF?” “Well, CALL the Vatican! We got ourselves another ImMaCuLaTe CoNcEpTiOn!”

I remember the first time I heard the term “Lima Loser” but I didn’t know the show was set in a place called Lima (I would’ve been, like, 9) and I thought it was lime-a-loser. Like he was going to have limes thrown at him. And it was this big, serious threat…

How the FUCK did Terri get into Quinn’s car? Why is that never addressed? Like, ever? Quinn doesn’t even ASK?

Do this many people turn up to American high school sports events irl??? And do they really play the national anthem? That must get old

Why are all these football players 30… I’m so thirsty for realistic casting…

BURT’S HERE TO SEE HIS SON!!! We love a proud dad.

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU!!!” And now he’s doing high kicks. Kurt’s doing the absolute MOST.

I will never understand the rules of American football… And I mean NEVER.

“Ring on it on three” I love that it has a code name. And they were all too busy being dudebros to call it Single Ladies…

The one dude on the opposite team who starts boogying along is the real MVP

NEVERMIND. BURT BOPPING IN THE STANDS IS THE MVP!!!

“Can I pee first?” Legendary

Burt just going “he’s so little…” In the middle of the silent crowd…

MY BOY NEEDS HIS MUSIC!

BURT’S SO FUCKING PROUD I’M ACTUALLY CRYING??? YOU CAN HEAR HIM SHOUTING “THAT IS MY BOY!!! THAT IS MY SON!!!” THROUGH THE WHOLE CROWD!!!!

I feel like Puck seeing Finn and Quinn kiss and then the crowd going silent as he walks away is meant to make me feel… Bad for him…? But we’ve only ever seen him be mean to Quinn, really. You’ve got to earn those moments!

Ah… The skincare routine. He’s thriving.

Burt! Hummel! Is! Proud! Of! His! Son!

Burt… I’m pretty sure he assumed you wished his mother was alive. As opposed to her corpse being at the big game.

Oh boy here it comes…… Chris looks SO young here. So scared. So vulnerable. The way he slightly stutters… He nailed this scene. So much.

He’s gay!

He knows.

Do they make sensible heels in sizes for three year olds…? Asking for a dad

The raw EMOTION on Kurt’s face. It’s killing me.

This is the starting point… “I’m not in love with the idea, but I love you.” And it only gets better from there…

And he THANKS his SON. He’s sure. He’s so sure, Burt, and you are going to be so proud of him forever.

Finn gives Quinn that blanket his dad gave him when he was a baby… Did she give it back? I fucking hope so…

You tell him, Finn! Puck IS an asshole!

MIKE’S IN GLEE!!! SO IS MATT!!! And Puck’s here I guess, yay… He’s got a season or so of sucking to go before I can get excited about that.

“Regionals” here we come? My guy, let’s get through sectionals first…

Rachel’s big, cruel smile when she thinks she’s going to be handed Tina’s solo. Why would she presume that it’d just get handed to her??? I mean, I know why, but like, why… And she has the audacity to look like she’s been betrayed. Not even slightly, hon! You deserve nothing if not getting one solo is all it takes for you to quit!

This Sue’s corner genuinely gets me through some shit. “There’s not much of a difference between a stadium full of cheering fans and an angry crowd screaming abuse at you - they’re both just making a lot of noise. How you take it is up to you. Convince yourself they’re cheering for you. You do that, and someday, they will.” Hits me hard!

This one was longer. Primarily because of Burt, I will admit, but it can’t be helped. Perhaps it’s the best episode of season 1 because of Burt! Now that’s a break through…

#Glee #Glee Season 1 #Rosie watches things and then says things about the thing

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My 2019 Tumblr Top 10

1). 300 notes - 25 October 2019 : My completed Papa III without facepaint art!!

2). 254 notes - 10 October 2019 :

The piece I refer to as "Copia Wreath" ! I managed to finish this in time to give a print to Copia when I did the m&g, but I was embarrassed because the colors got messed up in the print. He said he really liked it! I hope he meant it D: I just kind of try to forget since I get anxious about shit and now I can see all the flaws aaaaaaaaaaa

3). 252 notes - 13 October 2019 : the post that hurted

Hey guys Did any of you who had access to the veneration of relics notice they put the shoe with the hole in it on Papa...

4). 169 notes - 14 October 2019 : Doodles interpreting my m&g pic, as well as the pic itself!

So, I was really nervous to see my m&g pic because I was really nervous and doofused it up for most of the one or two minutes or...

5). 125 notes - 17 December 2019 : I have to admit I'm proud of this analysis...

Square Hammer Music Video Thoughts

6). 111 notes - 17 August 2019 : The linework of my barefaced Papa III art!

I'm extremely shy/easily embarrassed about sharing my art, but I guess this is as good as anything to start with....

7). 89 notes - 01 September 2019 : Some fan art I did of the fic that gives me absolute  l i f e, The Son Who Comes by @copious-amounts-of-copia​

TSWC Fanart!

8). 70 notes - 20 September 2019

Has anyone else seen this godforsaken toddler tee in the ghost merch store yet? (If I had a kid they would be wearing it ASAP)

9). 58 notes - 18 November 2019 : dong adapter

So I finally got around to picking up the package from my mom's for the Prequelle Exalted 45 adapter that was sent out...

10). 55 notes - 29 November 2019

The video froze twice when I watched the new interview, so I took screenshots. One is a very cute, friendly swede, and the other...

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Pour Me a Strong One Bennguin, 2.3k, Teen Also on AO3

The new bouncer looks like he wouldn’t hurt a fly, and he blushes through a mumbled, “Um, Jamie,” when Tyler asks his name.

He’s big, sure, and those arms are definitely something Tyler will be more than happy to stare at from behind the bar all evening, especially in the tight T-shirt the guy’s wearing for his first shift. But Tyler’s pretty sure that “Um, Jamie” isn’t gonna last the night. He honestly doesn’t know what Monty was thinking when he hired him.

The rush of a Friday night keeps Tyler too busy to pay much attention to anything but pouring drinks and flirting for tips. He’s good at this. Can charm a girl into giggling as she slides him an extra five, or a guy into leaning in close while adding another round to his tab.

“Hey Segs, I think the kid’s having some trouble,” Klinger tells him with a nod over his shoulder on his way past Tyler to the register.

Tyler looks over and sure enough there’s poor Miro getting harassed by a couple of guys who probably should’ve been cut off an hour ago.

The kid’s just trying to bus the table beside them, so who knows what set them off. But Tyler can already see this going sideways super quickly, judging by their red faces and Miro’s panicked expression.

Or, well, Miro’s version of panicked. The kid could probably stare down the barrel of a gun with a shrug and a strained, “Oh, cool.”

Tyler starts to head over with an easy smile in the hopes of diffusing things, but he’s still a couple feet away when one of the guys knocks over a barstool and really gets in Miro’s face, clenched fists starting to rise. Shit.

Of course Tyler’s still gonna step in, but it’s probably not going to end well for him. Tyler is not good in a fight. He’s just not. He’s in great shape, and sometimes just flexing can intimidate someone into backing down, but if push comes to shove and he has to throw an actual punch, he’s screwed.

It is at this moment that “Um, Jamie,” like a god damn knight in shining armor, steps in and starts hauling the two guys away.

One of them throws a punch that Jamie easily dodges, and then Jamie cold clocks the dude so hard he’s on the floor and slow to get up.

The other guy starts backing away, but Jamie grabs him by the collar of his shirt, lifts the one still on the floor to his feet with the other arm, and manhandles them both out of the building.

And okay, wow. That was hot. Tyler is not usually the type to get turned on by violence but holy hell “Um, Jamie” could get it.

Tyler does a quick check on Miro, who is, of course, already back to loading empty glasses into a tub like nothing happened. Then he heads back to the bar to continue slinging drinks. And if his eyes keep wandering towards the door where Jamie is stationed, he can hardly be blamed.

“Impressive display earlier,” Tyler says once the place has closed. He’s counting out all the tips to divide up while Roope and Miro stack chairs on tables, and Klinger and Esa finish breaking down the bar. Jamie and Rads are both leaning against the counter in front of Tyler, waiting for their cut.

Jamie ducks his head and blushes a little. “I can throw a punch when I have to,” he says softly. And now that Tyler’s seen what a beast the guy can be, this whole bashful thing is actually pretty adorable.

“Hey, I punch too,” Rads says, playing up being offended. “I great puncher.”

Tyler pats his arm. “Yes you are, and we’re all very proud.”

Jamie laughs a little, and it’s almost a freaking giggle, oh god that is too cute. Tyler’s not gonna survive him.

“So, how’d you end up in a dive like this?” Tyler asks innocently.

Rads narrows his eyes at Tyler, like he just figured out what game Tyler’s playing.

Jamie seems none the wiser, though. He lifts his head to meet Tyler’s gaze, and woah those are some big brown eyes. Tyler feels his heart stutter in his chest.

“Oh, uh. Played some minor league hockey, but got injured pretty early on.” He shrugs. “Worked at my brother’s gym for a while, but this pays better and is easier on my hip.”

“That’s awesome, I love hockey! Were you any good?”

“I was okay.”

“I bet you were as much a beast on the ice as you were with those two shitheads tonight.”

Jamie blushes. Even his ears turn red. Tyler is done for.

Rads rolls his eyes and then holds out his hand to Tyler. “Flirt on own time. Money now.”

Jamie chokes.

Tyler hands Rads his share of the cash with a mild glare. Rads blows him a kiss as he turns to leave.

“Ignore him. He’s just mad you’re taking his place as my favorite enforcer.”

Jamie shakes his head. “Don’t worry, I didn’t actually think... I mean, you’re--” He waves a hand at Tyler, his eyes lingering over where Tyler’s shirt is strategically wet enough in a couple places to show off some of his abs. (Listen, the tips are totally worth it.) “And I’m...” Jamie waves the same hand at himself with a self-deprecating half-smile.

Tyler blinks, caught off guard by Jamie’s apparent lack of self-awareness. “Uh, dude, do you not understand how hot you are?”

Jamie’s expression doesn’t change. “Seriously, you don’t have to placate me. I’m good.” He points to one of the stacks of bills on the counter. “That my cut?”

Tyler nods dumbly, completely floored by Jamie’s response. Or lack of one, really. Has the guy never been flirted with before? Is he really this oblivious?

Jamie takes his money, gives a little salute with another ducked head, and heads for the exit.

From Tyler’s left comes the sound of slow clapping, and he turns to see Klinger and Esa smirking at him.

“Oh shut up,” Tyler tells them, but all they do is laugh.

“So did you take actual lessons in how to strike out, or do you come by it naturally?” Esa chirps.

Tyler gives him the bird, grabs his own share of money, and heads to the back for his stuff.

The thing is, Tyler’s not used to having to really work for it. If he likes someone and they like him, great. If they don’t like him, onto the next person, no big. He’s never met anyone that he felt the need to put in a whole lot of effort for.

But Jamie is different. Over the course of the next few weeks, Tyler kind of falls a little bit in love with the guy. And not just because of the arms, or the cow eyes, or the deceptively soft voice. It’s, like, the whole package.

Jamie is a complete nerd about hockey. He loves his siblings something fierce. He will step up for literally anyone if they need it, like he wants to protect the whole damn world from harm. He gets excited about seeing new pictures of Tyler’s dogs. Tyler wants to get down on one knee right there in the bar.

Only nothing Tyler says or does gets Jamie to believe him.

He’s not even being terribly subtle anymore. Not that anyone would ever accuse Tyler of subtlety. But when he ties a cherry stem into a knot with his tongue and sets it on a coaster that has his phone number scrawled across it at the end of a shift one night, and all Jamie does is blush, take his cut of the tips, and head for the nearest exit... Like, come on.

Klinger and Esa have a bet going about the whole thing. Tyler’s unclear about the specifics, he just knows that he’s been getting laughed at a whole hell of a lot more than he used to.

At least Roope and Miro are too young and new to the place to make fun of him.

...Unless they’re doing it behind his back. They do both have poker faces that are way too good for their ages.

The point at which Tyler finally breaks is in the middle of a shift on a crowded Saturday night, when he looks up from the Old Fashioned he’s in the middle of making to see Jamie in a close, hushed conversation with some guy that Tyler is already planning the murder of.

The two of them are close enough that Tyler can’t even see the other guy’s face as he whispers into Jamie’s ear.

And Jamie doesn’t even blush! He just whispers back like this is normal, like the two of them have been having hushed conversations in bars for years, and that is just not... That’s not okay! If someone is gonna whisper into Jamie Benn’s ear, they better damn well be whispering about how amazing he is to the point that it elicits a reaction from the guy!

Tyler finishes making the drink, throws the towel he had slung over one shoulder at Klinger’s overly-amused face, and heads over.

“Go out with me,” he says when he reaches Jamie.

Jamie rears back, startled.

The other guy snorts a laugh. Which at least gets Jamie to snap out of his surprise and awkwardly stumble through an introduction. “Er, uh, Jordie? This is Tyler.”

Jordie smirks. “Yeah, I figured.”

But Tyler really doesn’t care about introductions right now. “Is that a yes or a no? If it’s a no, I’m sorry, and I won’t make it weird, I promise. But please just put me outa my misery already.”

Jordie is grinning now, and turns to look at Jamie. “Told ya,” he says, which makes no sense to Tyler but he doesn’t really care to parse it out right now.

“Hey, I told you before, Seggy,” Jamie says evenly. “You don’t have to placate me. I know you're not serious, and I know I’m not--”

“But you are,” Tyler interrupts, stepping forward, into Jamie’s space, and putting a hand on his forearm. “And I really really want to date the hell out of you.” Tyler removes his hand and adds, “I mean, if you’re up for it.”

Jamie stares at him for a long moment, the cacophony of the bar around them fading into the background as Tyler waits, breath held.

Finally, a small smile tugs at Jamie’s lips, and he nods. “Alright. Yeah.”

And then they both stand there grinning at each other like a pair of doofuses for who knows how long, until Jordie punches Jamie in the arm and then sticks out a hand for Tyler to shake. “I’m his brother, by the way. In case he failed to mention me. He definitely hasn’t failed to mention you. Repeatedly.”

Tyler takes a moment to process that while shaking Jordie’s hand, only to have his thoughts interrupted by Jordie pulling him forward with said hand and putting him into a headlock with the other. “That said, you hurt Chubbs and I’ll end you.”

“Okay, shit! Uncle, you fucker!” Tyler yells, but they’re both laughing, and he’s already certain he’s going to love every single person in the Benn family.

Jordie lets him go, and the face Jamie is making at Tyler when he straightens is... God, if he can be personally responsible for causing that face to happen every day for the rest of his life he will die happy.

Tyler has to go back to work, and so does Jamie, but they grip hands for a moment before parting. It is entirely too sappy for Tyler’s usual MO and entirely too wonderful for him to complain about.

At the end of the night, Tyler counts out the tips. Miro and Roope are whispering furiously to themselves as they stack chairs, which is a little suspicious, but he’ll ignore it for now. Klinger and Esa exchange money between them, and Esa is looking way too smug for Tyler to want to ask for the details of their bet.

Rads takes his cash, but pauses before he leaves. He grabs Jamie by the neck and pulls him forward to smack a kiss on his cheek. “You good one,” he says with a decisive nod. “Don’t fuck up.”

“Was that my shovel talk?” Jamie asks once Rads is out the door. “Because I thought the Russian version would include a lot more threats on my life.”

Tyler laughs. “He likes you more than he lets on. And, you know, he wants me to be happy.”

Jamie raises an eyebrow in question.

For once it’s Tyler’s turn to duck his head and blush. He forces a shrug, trying and failing to sound casual. “You make me happy.”

The silence that follows is long enough that Tyler starts imagining all the ways he could start over in a new city with a fake name. But then Jamie puts a hand on his and leans forward across the bar. “You make me happy too.”

Tyler grins and leans forward as well so he can kiss him.

Jamie kisses back with the kind of confidence that he generally only displays in a fight. It’s somewhat startling and such a huge turn on that Tyler’s making a strangled pleased noise before he can help himself or remember that they probably have an audience. Somewhere in the background someone gives a wolf whistle and someone else makes exaggerated gagging noises.

Jamie pulls away with a smirk and a twinkle in his eyes that tells Tyler the guy, for maybe the first time since they met, knows exactly the effect he’s having.

And all Tyler can think is: finally.

#bennguin #jamie benn #tyler seguin #hockey rpf #fanfic #fluff #bartender au

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Purple Rain: Sweet Pea x OC

Purple Rain

Sweet Pea's POV

“Remind me again why we're doing this Jones?”, I said as Fangs, Toni, Jughead, and I pulled up to his trailer.

“This is important Sweet Pea, Bea deserves to be involved too”, Jughead replied. “She lives for this kind of shit. You think you're a hot-head, well you haven't seen anything until you've seen Bea's temper” he chuckled.

“Can confirm”, Fangs said. “I had to hold her back from jumping a guy at the Wyrm because he whistled at her”. Toni and I chuckled as Jughead shook his head. “Seriously guys, she was like threatening to castrate him. I've never been more scared of a girl in my whole life!”.

I rolled my eyes, but followed them to his trailer anyways with a small smirk on my face. It was true; though she hadn't been here long, we’d all learned to steer clear of Bea when she became angry. I personally admired the hell out of her when she stood up for herself or her friends, not that I’d ever say that out loud.

Jughead walked into the trailer as the rest of us trailed in behind. As soon as the door was open the sound of loud music hit my ears, and the sight of Bea’s tall frame standing near the kitchen sink wearing only a pair of small pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt found my eyes. I felt my face unintentionally heat up at the sight of her long, thick legs in minimal clothes and immediately worked to control the thoughts that ran through my mind. Bea smiled at the four of us, soapy water covering her hands as she finished washing a set of dishes.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”, she asked, practically yelling over the music as she dried her hands on a nearby dishtowel.

“Are those my boxers?”, Jughead groaned, looking Bea over. She looked down at her attire and shrugged.

I used this moment to appraise her gorgeous frame once more, noting with dissatisfaction that she was indeed clad in a pair of men's boxers. I felt a wave of pure anger over take me, and I couldn't help but clench my fists at my sides. The thought of Bea with any man besides me made me physically ill, though I knew I had no right to feel that way.

“I feel like you want me to say yes, but that would be a lie”, she giggled, winking at her cousin. Jughead pretended to gag, causing Bea to laugh a bit harder and my jaw to tense uncomfortably as I tried not to wonder where she'd gotten them if not from Jones.

    “Girl can you turn down the oldies, I can’t even hear myself think!”, Toni said, walking up to Bea and giving her a quick hug.

“Seriously, what even is this?”, Fangs complained. Bea stood, phone in hand, music lowered significantly, and jaw dropped.

“Are you kidding me Fangs?”, she exclaimed, placing her hands on her hips. “This is PRINCE you uncultured child”.

“Who?”, I asked, eyebrow raised. Bea put her hand over her heart in mock pain and gripped the counter with her other hand like she was about to faint. Jughead groaned.

“Oh good. Now you’ve gotten her started on this. We’re never going to hear the end of this guys, thanks”, he said exasperatedly.

“THIS IS PRINCE ROGERS NELSON AND YOU WILL ALL RESPECT HIM IN THIS HOUSE”, Bea cried dramatically. I chuckled a little at her fierce expression, wondering how one person could be so cute and so frightening at the same time. “You guys can’t seriously tell me that you’ve never listened to Prince before, he’s a national treasure! I can’t even, I just, ugh!”, she fumed.

“Sorry drama queen, but not all of us grew up in his backyard”, Jughead chuckled. She shook her head.

“That’s no excuse!”, she exclaimed. Toni smiled with pride.

“Hey I don’t know about these knuckleheads, but I have absolutely jammed out to Prince in my time”, Bea hugged her closely before leaning back and grabbing her face between her hands.

“Thank Jesus for you Topaz. I knew I could always count on you”, she said with such solemnity that I found myself chuckling.

“I can’t be the only one who has no idea what the hell we’re talking about”, Fangs said, turning to me. “Do you have any idea what the fuck they’re on about?”. I shrugged.

“Guessing this Prince guy is the one we’re currently listening to”, I said, feigning nonchalance. Bea looked between Fangs and I, her facial expression ranging from sadness to looking like she was going to smack the two of us. I secretly found it adorable.

“ ‘This Prince guy’”, Bea said mockingly, “is the single greatest artist in American musical history. I mean, he is quite literally the most brilliant musician in the last hundred years, easily. He’s progressive as fuck, his lyrics are pure god damned poetry, and his beats are…”

“...iconic”, Jughead chimed in at the end of her rant sarcastically. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Please Bea, I’ve heard this exact monologue at least 3 times. Although, you two should count yourselves lucky; when she lectured Archie last she also ended up smacking him upside the head”. Toni, Fangs, and I chuckled at the mental image while Bea simply shrugged passively.

“What kind of so called musician doesn’t know about Prince”, she stated remorselessly.

“To speed this lecture along, Prince is a singer”, Jughead started, as Bea smacked him upside the head, “Erm, musical artist, sorry, that was super popular in the late 80’s and 90’s. He's famously from Minnesota, and Bea is obsessed with him”. Bea nodded proudly.

“Duh. He's the best. When Dad shipped me off to Minnesota and I was all alone, Prince's music and movies are what got me through it”, she stated more softly than she did before. My heart tugged for her; though Bea was obviously fond of her temporary hometown in St. Paul (evidenced by the oversized University of Minnesota sweatshirt she wore currently) it made me feel strangely guilty that she was left without any friends or semblance of family for so long. This girl was going to be the death of my image if anyone found out about how soft she was making me. And we weren't even together for Christ's sake, it was becoming somewhat pathetic on my part.

“....it can wait Juggie, they have to listen to at least one song!”, I heard Bea cry as I shook my thoughts away and returned to the conversation at hand.

“Personally, I'm very interested in what has gotten our Bea so fired up”, Fangs offered. “What about you Sweets?”. I shrugged again, although I was definitely intrigued. Jughead sighed again.

“Fine, one song. Then we head to the Wyrm to talk about the protest”, he said finally. Bea narrowed her eyes.

“Full album or no deal”, she countered firmly, crossing her arms across her chest. Jughead crossed his arms too, and I internally snickered to myself as they stood in some kind of faceoff.

“One song, and I'll play Purple Rain next movie night”, he negotiated. Bea narrowed her eyes, and stuck her hand out for Jughead to shake.

“Deal”, she said with finality. Then she turned to Toni and her face broke out in her beautiful, ear splitting smile. “TT, you've known these doofuses way longer than me, so help me out here. What song is best to educate them with? Classic and soulful like Purple Rain, or upbeat and jammable like When Doves Cry?”.

“When Doves Cry for sure”, Toni answered quickly. Bea nodded, and grabbed her phone so she could find the song. I lost myself in watching the absolute joy and anticipation that graced her features. This girl had me so whipped it was insane.

Bea’s POV:

I bounced on my toes in anticipation as I searched my playlist for the correct song. I could not be more excited to share my love for Prince with my new little family. Prince was an ethereal artist that was so transcendent and iconic; it was beyond me how anyone could find fault with him. I selected the song, and as soon as the synthesized beats of the opening graced my ears, I smiled feeling complete. I began to bop along, and as Prince’s dulcet tones hit my ears with the opening lyric, I pointed to Toni.

“Dig if you will the picture

Of you and I engaged in a kiss

The sweat of your body covers me

Can you my darling

Can you picture this?”

I pointed to Toni and danced over to her to grab both of her hands in mine as I lip synced the words to her. She smiled widely.

“Dream if you can a courtyard

An ocean of violets in bloom

Animals strike curious poses

They feel the heat

The heat between me and you”

She reciprocated by lip syncing the next line and we both acted like morons, snapping vogue-esque poses as Prince sang. I giggled lightly and we both bopped around to the chorus.

“How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother

She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry”

Turning to Sweet Pea and Fangs, I noted with pride that they both seemed to be enjoying the song. Fangs stood near Toni and I and appeared to be swaying and tapping his feet to the beat. Sweets, ever the cool guy, still stood with his arms crossed but I wasn’t fooled. His deep chocolate eyes betrayed his mirth and interest, and I could tell that he was much more intrigued than he cared to let on. I danced my way over to the pair and began lip syncing to them as well.

“Touch if you will my stomach

Feel how it trembles inside

You've got the butterflies all tied up

Don't make me chase you

Even doves have pride”

I pulled one of each of their hands in an attempt to get them to groove with me as TT had. Fangs followed willingly, but Sweets simply shook his head. I scoffed; of course Mr. Too Cool wouldn’t be caught dead dancing. I shook my head and began two-stepping goofily with Fangs.

“How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold

Maybe you're just like my mother

She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry

How can you just leave me standing?

Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)

Maybe I'm just too demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)

Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (Ya know he's too bold)

Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)

She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)

Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)

This is what it sounds like

When doves cry

When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)

When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)”

I laughed freely at Fangs as he spun me around the room, clearly as into the song as I knew that he’d be. I’d always loved that part of Fangs that wasn’t afraid to be exactly who he was, no matter how seemingly different from the tough guy image that he had. It was moments like these that reminded me why I had found it so easy to open up to him, in a completely platonic way. He never judged me for anything, and wasn’t scared to be goofy with me unlike some other serpents I knew. Speaking of tall, brooding serpents, I turned to Sweet Pea to gauge his reaction and was immediately confused. Though he hadn’t changed his position nearly at all, I noted that his handsome features were much more rigid than before and his usually chocolate eyes had turned a dark shade of nearly black, the mirth completely gone. I tossed a concerned look his way, and his posture seemed to relax a smidge. I smiled at him, all thoughts of Prince temporarily gone from my mind. The song ended, and I turned to the boys once more.

“Well?”, I asked giddily, head turning from Sweets to Fangs and back. Sweets seemed to soften even more as he smirked once more, an action that made my legs go embarrassingly weak for a moment. I matched his smirk with one of my own.

“I fucking loved that Bea”, Fangs interrupted. I (somewhat reluctantly) turned to him, beaming.

“Yeah that wasn’t too bad”, Sweet’s deep voice chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at him but softened slightly as he threw up his hands in mock defeat. That damned smirk was going to be the death of me. It was somewhat baffling to me that after all the guys I’d dated or hung out with that I could be so hung up on one that had never made a move on me. Sweets had this sort of undeniable pull on me; even now I was hanging on his every reaction, praying that he ended up loving Prince as much as I did. It was borderline pathetic.

“Great, so now that we’ve gotten that sorted, can we please go be productive”, Jughead practically whined, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes.

“Yes mother. Let me go change, and I’ll meet you all at the Wyrm”, I replied sardonically. I sighed; I love my cousin and all, but he was seriously such a buzzkill sometimes.

A few days later, Sweet Pea’s POV:

The promised day had finally come; it was the weekly movie night at Sunnyside that Bea and Jughead put on, and as planned, Jones was showing a movie by that Prince guy. The whole thing was pretty genius actually; Bea had come up with the idea of using old drive-in equipment to project movies against the trailers shortly after she moved back to Riverdale. She said it was purely to counter Jones’ excessive complaining about losing his old job, but she wasn’t fooling me. She was just as big of a movie nerd as Jughead, and she lived for the weekly showings. Tonight she was practically buzzing with excitement, as her self-proclaimed favorite movie was being screened. Serpents and, to my slight annoyance, a few Northsiders milled around on blankets on the chilly ground as Jones queued up the film. Bea sat snuggled up adorably against the side of an old couch that she always claimed was ‘her spot'. She was a notorious cuddler during movie nights, and whoever was lucky enough to claim the spot next to her on the tattered couch had the guarantee of her sharing both her blanket and her body for warmth. I usually made a nonchalant attempt to sit near her, but to my extreme annoyance, Toni was sitting in between the two of us on the couch. Bea was practically sitting on her lap with a blanket covering the three of us and her head on Toni's shoulder. I sat on the other side of Toni, silently wishing that it was my shoulder that she was leaning on and my legs that she tangled her long, thick thighs with. I longed to feel her soft heartbeat against my chest and smell the sweet scent of her shampoo as she quietly watched the movie.

Luckily for me, Topaz left our trio as soon as Cheryl showed up, vowing to come back even though Bea and I both knew that she wouldn't. Bea pouted slightly as she dismantled from Toni, and turned her beautiful blue eyes towards me with a hopeful expression. I rolled my eyes in fake annoyance and opened my arms to her, praying she couldn't hear how hard my heart thrummed with anticipation. She grinned cheesily as she scooted impossibly closer to me and snuggled her comparatively small frame into my side, legs thrown atop mine and arms around my waist. My hands found rest on her hips, and a lovely content sigh left her plump lips as she settled.

“You know you have a real problem with personal space”, I muttered good naturedly into her ear as the main title began to play. She turned her head up towards mine and smiled softly.

“Oh please, you know you love it”, she said lowly. I smirked at the way I felt her face heat up marginally, loving the effect I sometimes seemed to have on her. We remained intertwined for a while, watching the movie in a peaceful silence. She watched the film with rapt attention (though judging by the way she mouthed the words she'd seen it a fair few times) and I watched her mainly. The way her ocean blue eyes followed the characters and the way they twinkled and danced as a new song was played. I was mesmerized by her reactions, staying completely still for fear that this nearly perfect moment would be ruined.

“So tell me, why is this so important to you? I mean this goes way beyond just loving the guy's music Bea”, I murmured in her ear after a while. I felt her tense up slightly and my arms wrapped tighter around her, instinctively rubbing small circles on her clothed hip. She seemed to sigh, though the noise was so quiet that I almost missed it.

“When dad decided to run away to Minnesota, I had a really hard time at first. I was young and in a new place where I knew nobody and no one knew me. Other than the sketchy ass people that dad had in and out of our apartment whenever he decided to re-appear, I was completely lost and alone. Eventually I left dad, realizing that being homeless was better than living with that asshole…”  she started as I felt my fist that wasn’t caressing her hip tense at the mention of her father. She’d made it clear before that there was no love lost between the two, but she’d never went into great detail about why that was before. I felt sick at the realization of what he’d done to her and the fact that she was now reliving it because of me.

“Bea, you don’t have to tell me”, I started to whisper, but she shook her head against my chest.

“It's okay Pea; I trust you and I want you to know”, she stated firmly. I felt my heart and stomach flutter at her admission, listening with rapt attention as she continued. “Anyways, it was coming up on winter time and my days of staying in playground tunnels was coming to an end. You all think Riverdale winters are cold, well you’ve never felt anything as cold as a Minnesota winter. I was scared and trying to figure out how I was going to survive the next few months. That’s when Shirley found me”, she smiled softly for the first time since she started explaining.

“Shirley was this badass, old tattooed cat lady that found me sleeping in a playground slide while she walked through Harriet Island park. She immediately scolded me for my lack of jacket in the late fall weather and my worn through converse, and took me away practically by my ear to a department store. She bought me new clothes and shoes and insisted that I stay with her. I lived with her for a few years before she ended up passing away, and in that time she turned me into the person I am now. She was fierce; she didn’t take shit from anyone and taught me to be just as tough. No fooling me though, she was a complete softie when it came to me; she always made sure I was fed and clothed and that I was actually going to school. She was my favorite person”, her voice cracked a little and I pulled her impossibly closer to my body, burying my face in her hair.

“Shirley loved Prince even more than me, if you can believe that”, she chuckled. “She always claimed that she inspired some of his music when she was younger and always had his old cassettes playing. I visited his old spots and became just as obsessed as her. Hell, I even always dreamed of having my first kiss be with Purple Rain playing in the background. It unfortunately wasn’t by the way, but hey a girl can dream! When she died, all of her stuff was given to her son that she hadn’t spoken to in years. He was a giant dick, and just ended up throwing it all away. I snuck back later and grabbed all her cassettes, knowing that if I didn’t she would probably roll over in her grave. Still have them”, she stated proudly. I laughed into her hair lightly.

“Anyways, it probably seems dumb, but whenever I listen to him I feel close to her again. The time I spent with her was the closest thing I had to a childhood. And besides, Prince is a god-damned American prodigy”, she concluded proudly. If it were at all possible, I felt even more attracted to her after hearing her story. I always knew that there was a certain darkness within her, a darkness that maybe could match my own. I wanted to speak up, to finally tell her how I felt about her. Even if she didn’t feel the same, I felt compelled to let her know the effect she had on me.

“Bea…”, I started softly, only to be shushed by her long slender finger being drawn to my lips. Her eyes were back on the screen, wide with attention and nostalgia.

“Shhhh Sweets. This is the best part of the movie, he’s going to perform Purple Rain”, she chidded quietly. “This part always makes me cry, so get ready tough guy”. I once again tightened my grip on her sides, and whispered in her ear.

“Don’t worry Bea, I’ve got you”.

Time Skip, a few days later, at the Quarry:

Bea’s POV:

I was the proudest mother hen in the world right now. Some serpents were hanging out at the quarry around a fire, just listening to music and pretending for a few hours that we were normal highschool kids and not the brooding tough gang members that we portrayed. It was Fang’s turn to choose the music, and to my extreme delight I’d heard a number of Prince’s singles in the mix of his usual stuff. I sat on a stump near the fire, beer in hand, just quietly taking in my surroundings when Purple Rain began playing softly. I smiled in contentment, memories flooding through my mind as I closed my eyes and began to sway slightly. I was snapped back to reality as I felt a hand gently make it's rest on my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see an uncharacteristically anxious looking Sweet Pea peering down at me. I raised a brow in question, and he cleared his throat before motioning to the edge of the trees.

“Walk with me a minute?”, he asked softly. Curious, I nodded and hopped up to follow the tall boy. We walked over to the mouth of the forest in companionable silence as the surrounding conversations faded from our ears and the music seemed louder than ever. I felt my heartbeat thud in my chest in anticipation of what the handsome boy wanted and hoped to every deity available that he couldn’t hear it. When we finally stopped walking, I looked up at him expectantly, wanting to search his deep chocolate eyes for answers but found that his eyes were cast downward. His posture was still tense, big hands fumbling with his rings, a sign to me that he was unusually ill at ease. I’d never seen him so uncomfortable. Almost without thinking, I grabbed his giant hand in mine and began smoothing out his rings out of pure concern. His eyes snapped to mine, and I smiled lightly in another attempt to calm his clearly troubled mind. His eyes remained dark and unreadable, and he cleared his throat once more before speaking.

“Bea… I have to tell you something”, he started. I nodded, hands still fumbling with his own.

“Of course Sweets, you can tell me anything”, I answered honestly. His eyes seemed to search mine, and though I was unaware of what he thought he was going to find I didn’t mind the excuse to trace his defined facial features with my eyes in the process. He seemed to find the answer he was looking for, and after a few seconds he spoke once again.

“Can you just close your eyes? Just for a second”, he asked, clarifying once he saw the confusion written on my face. I smiled softly, and complied, eyelids falling closed lightly. I wondered internally what had gotten the usually confident serpent so riled up.

I didn’t have to wonder long; mere seconds after my eyes closed I felt a pair of soft lips attach to my own. My eyes snapped open of their own accord as I struggled to comprehend what was going on. Sweet Pea, handsome, smart, wonderful Sweet Pea was kissing me. As my eyes snapped open, Pea moved back and detached himself from me. He looked even more disheveled than before, and immediately began sputtering apologies. It took me only a few seconds to process what had just happened, and as soon as I did I placed my hands on his chiseled jawline and closed the gap between our lips once more. Eyes closed, I savored the way his defined face felt under my fingers and the way his soft lips moved against mine. I’d long since dreamed of this exact moment, but even in my dreams his kisses had no comparison to what I was currently experiencing. His lips were impossibly soft and molded perfectly to mine. His face was smooth and strong under my careful caress, and I felt my stomach flutter at the way I felt his muscles twitch and then soften under my touch. I stepped up on my toes, selfishly pressing more of my body against his, in desperate need of more contact with his tall frame. Once he realized what was going on, his hands found their way to my hips and his mouth became more needy against mine. I moaned unintentionally into his mouth, moving my hands to rest in his long, raven locks as our embrace intensified. Eventually, needing to come up for air, I settled for resting my forehead against his. This was evidently not enough for Sweets, as he continued to place tender kisses against my jawline until he had worked his way up my face, leaving one last delicate kiss to my forehead. We stood for an immeasurably long time, foreheads against each others, hands softly exploring each other’s body while we both smiled with genuine happiness. It was my curiosity that eventually broke the peaceful silence we’d enjoyed.

“Not that I am in any way complaining, but what on Earth brought that on?”, I questioned gently. His smile widened fractionally, and he grabbed my hand in his as he led me back to the group. It seemed as though none of our friends had noted our absence, and I internally wondered how long we’d been gone. Our moment had felt like it had lasted an eternity, but in reality was probably only a few minutes long. Pea pulled me over to one of the blankets spread out on the ground, sitting down and pulling me to rest in-between his long legs. I readily nestled into his chest, my back resting on his sturdy frame, his fingers still intertwined with mine. I felt his chin come to rest on my shoulder and I inadvertently sighed, impossibly comfortable. We rested like this for a few moments, me not missing how Toni and Fangs eyed the two of us with knowing smiles. After a while I felt Sweet Pea’s deep voice tickle the shell of my ear and I shivered lightly, enjoying the way his chest vibrated lightly against my back as he spoke.

“You mentioned before that you always wanted your first kiss to be during Purple Rain. I heard Fangs start playing it, and I saw you sitting over there looking so beautiful and happy I just had to”, he said lowly. I turned my head slightly so I could look at him. He looked so sweet in this moment, eyes as light as I’d ever seen and face tinged lightly pink with his admission. “I know it wasn’t technically your first kiss, but I just thought, I dunno, maybe I could make up for whatever asshole didn’t make it everything you deserved”.

Unable to help myself, I snuggled myself into his neck as his hands left mine in order to protectively encircle me in his arms. I kissed his serpent tattoo gently, living for the way I felt him shiver under my touch and mentally filing that information away for later. I finally brought my lips up to his ear, whispering softly.

“So, if that was just making up for my first kiss, can I assume there will be more to follow?”, I whispered cheekily, my eyes looking up through my lashes to find his. His dark eyes lightened a shade and he smiled his real, genuine smile as his lips dipped down to murmur his reply into the crook of my neck.

“When the day turns into the last day of all time, I can say I hope you are in these arms of mine”, he quoted softly and I felt my insides melt in response. “If you'll have me doll, I hope that there will be many more”.

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