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fluffypotatey · 11 months

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hi, i'm late for the wip thing (grr busy, unfortunately) but can u tell about the 11 to 20, please? 🥹

hooooo boy you sure you wanna open that can of worms, deary 👀

i mean, I’m totally sharing just…it’s gonna take some time 😅

*coughs* sO

11. Yassifying Chick Flicks: Neither the First Nor the Last

happy pride 💅

As the title says, nothing about this story is hetero it is all homo. it’s a trope subversion on le old teen high school Chick Flicks. literally, the character’s initials tells you what their roles are (MC = main character, LI =love interest, RH = red herring, TBF = toxic best friend)

Can be interpreted as a character study on teen girls and internalized misogyny tho and i fully intend to expand on it.

12. Sunglasses Quiz

ok so this is just a cute little story of these two girlfriends who are trying to buy sunglasses, and you know how some have it where you take a quiz?

yeah, so these girlies are trying to take the quiz and end up getting……ahem, distracted 👀

anyway, the little description i write for this was “i was feeling sappy so i wrote some sappy queer love” so 🏳️‍🌈 happy pride🏳️‍🌈

“As a renowned researcher yourself,” Laura exclaimed, ignoring Pen’s comment, “it is shameful”— Pen rolled her eyes— “you, who have published many scholarly works into the world, should know better!”

Pen would have definitely shoved her girlfriend. She definitely would have if it were not for that sweet, “innocent” smile on Laura’s face. That’s what she tells herself anyway.

13. Witch boy

Repeating myself -> “LISTEN: i know this one also complete when you go to Ao3, but that's just because the 3rd part is being fucking slOW, so i said "fuck it ends nice at ch2 anyway," but i do want to add more. but yeah, to summarize: fic was inspired by a Halloween fanart i saw and i just ran with it.”

basically, it’s a modern au of bbc’s merlin but there seems to be magic leaking into “our” world every Halloween. and our lovely band of misfits (Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Leon) have taken it upon themselves to put a stop to it every Halloween. Also, slow burn romance between Merlin and Arthur bc i can never help myself. the 3rd installment is still in the works T^T but I do want to complete this one day. but yeah, here’s a snippet:

14:27 HighPriestessofthemStilletos: ARTHUR ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE L'Oréal Hair: oop arthur’s in trouble!!!HoodieReigns: oh good so he’s not just doing this to me AngelQueen: He didn't even pick-up when you called? HighPriestessofthemStilletos: @HighKing_Wart I WILL BLOW UP YOUR PHONE HighPriestessofthemStilletos: DON’T TEST ME HoodieReigns: it seems he did not, in fact, pick-up when she called gwen

14. Emrys Shrine

this one is essentially a continuation of the Shrine of Emrys fic I wrote months ago but it is still in the works. Here we have Percival’s pov of the aftermath of the fic

Percival often wondered if Merlin was like him. Someone who had lived in the Druid camps as a child, but then he heard Arthur tell the tale of Merlin’s home Ealdor and his kind-hearted mother. He even met her sometime after Arthur had secured his throne from Morgana once again, and she had explained how the village has been her home since birth, how she spent her days living in it, how she had raised her darling boy in this place before he left for Camelot.

15. Lucky’s Timeline @ Beacon Hills

SUPER, SUper self indulgent fic where i insert my OCs, Lucy and Nick, into the teen wolf universe and how they interact with it. for example:

“But this is Coach’s car,” McCall said with a frown. “Is it?” Nick replied nonchalantly as he twirled the keys in his free hand, unlocking the car doors.

16. THE everchanging STORYLINE

ahaha…. so i named it that bc i’ve been writing this one for 2 years and almost every month i would change the plot. which meant i needed to reorganize the chapter list and where which scene went 🙄 (i am my own bane) this still happens and it’s been 3 years now T^T

anyway, this wip is my dc/batfam wip, aka the origins of Lucy and Nick lol. plot’s a nonchronological mystery with switching pics to outsider, minor characters, and Nick

17. Lucy Elliot: She Be Descending

literally just the previous but if Lucy was adopted by an abusive douchebag (douchebag being Thomas Elliot) and if she had a corruption arc (ngl i like corruption arc Lucy more she’s unhinged). assassin instead of vigilante and self-made leader of underground elites who “run” Gotham (killed the previous one and he was so impressed by her underhanded moves he placed her in his will instead of his son lmao)

anyway, snippet of Lucy and her (future ex) husband:

“Why darling”— she let out a scandalized gasp— “do you really think I would stray from you?” He merely gazed at her, eyes blank and cold. Lucy stared back, not one to be challenged. She knew he was just riling her up. Not that she was surprised in the slightest of his behavior. Lucy knew this was because of his alleged rivalry with a dear friend of hers. A dear friend whose father was the host of this gala. The gala said dear friend was said to be attending. “I would never doubt a woman who gave me a solemn vow.”

18. Mob Boss Lucy, Basically

remember what i wrote for 17? now let’s shift it to the right again! it’s me taking plot from 16 & 17 and trying to give Nick and Lucy an original story. Lucy still becomes a self-made mob boss but there’s no Gotham, no vigilantes.

the story here is that Lucy and Nick are building their power whilst evading the law and destroying any evidence that would lead to them bc their being hunted by a detective (who’s also Lucy’s childhood friend) and a private investigator

19. Dandelions

explained here

20. not really a sequel but it happens after

so this one is a continuation/sequel to 16. Lucy and Nick are happily married and adopted a really sweet kid (Caleb) but— oh no! horrible mercenaries attack Lucy and Caleb on their walk to the park! It leaves Lucy in critical condition and caused a magical outburst from Caleb and— whoops, there’s now a rift in time and space 🤷🏻‍♀️

i don’t really have much written and it’s self indulgent anyway so yeah

AND THERE YOU GO 🎉 phew that took me a bit but it was fun talking about them so thanks for the ask @thiamsxbitch 💕💕💕💕💕

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https-maxine-stuff · 1 year

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“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Two.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

July 5th 1978

"Are you sure you have everything for the four weeks?"

"Yes mom, I have the clothes, the bug spray,, uh deodorant, perfume, soap,, all the good stuff." Her mother pouted at her, as her father was just sipping his coffee.

"I- I just have this gut feeling that something bad is going to happen." She cupped Maxine's face.

"Ma, I'll be okay, the worst thing that could happen is a bear comes out of the woods."

"Don't scare your mother," her fathers voice could be heard.

"Not trying too, and besides you guys can live without me, you managed to do so before I was born." She smiled.

"Yeah, but that was 18 years ago,"

"True."

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The car pulled to a stop in-front of the Nightwing camp sign. She took in a deep breath and smiled, today was the first official day of her job as a day camp counselor. She exited the car her dad followed.

"Look at you, growing up." He smiled lightly and sadly.

"Pops, you getting all sappy on me?"

"What? No, just don't come home with a surprise baby please." He kissed the top of her head.

"I promise, plus.. it's a camp I don't think that'll be happening here."

"You'd be shocked." He raised his brows jokingly, he took her bags out of the trunk handing them to her. "Be safe for me and your mom. We raised a fighter,"

"Yeah you guys did." She waved goodbye to him as he re-entered the car, waving to her once more before he left.

She made her way towards the counselor bunks leaving her stuff on one of the beds, a think flyer hung on the bed post 'All counselors to the mess hall for a debriefing.'

"Debriefing? What is this a mission?" She scoffed, the brunette made her way to the mess hall where the other counselors sat, one side sat the Shadyside counselors the other sat the Sunnyvale ones. Taking a seat with her side she could feel Nicks eyes.

"So, as you all know you are counselors which means you have a duty to the campers and your fellow co-workers.. with that being said our head counselor's this year is going to be Thomas and Kurt."

Kurt the blonde seemed a bit upset to be sharing that title but didn't say much. "You can all start by introducing yourselves, I suggest that Shadyside goes first," the owner drifted his hand towards their table.

"Oh! I'm Cindy Berman, it's a pleasure to meet you all." She smiled softly.

"Yo, I'm Gary, uh nice to meet you all or something." The curly haired dude smiled lightly.

"Names Alice, hi." Alice put her head back down on the table.

"I'm Arnie, nice to meet you guys." He smiled, placing his hand on Alice's shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Joan and it's great to meet you all, I wish us all a great summer." The hippie smiled brightly.

"Oh it's my turn?" Max bit her lip. "Hi, uhm I'm Maxine,, it's nice to meet you all." She smiled.

"As you all know I'm Thomas, but I prefer, Tommy." His eyes drifted towards Cindy who smiled back.

"Now for the sunnyvalers."

"Hi, I'm Marcy! Nice to meet you guys," she smiled. (Some of these people weren't in the actual film or books.)

"I'm Kurt, as you all know, so hi." Kurt smiled a bit and looked away.

"My names Tyler, it's very nice to meet you all." He smiled tightly.

"My names Nick, nice to meet you all." Nick smiled softly.

"No last name?" Kurt spoke up. "It's Nick Goode everyone." Nick turned his head towards Kurt and glared.

'Oh what the fuck.' Max looked at him and then away.

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"Max- hey."

"Your a Goode?" She turned to him.

"I uhm- yeah-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" She furrowed her brows.

"Why does it matter right now?" He seemed a little hurt.

"It- it would've been nice to know at the time.. you know,, your family practically runs Sunnyvale hell you guys even run Shadyside." She crossed her arms.

"We don't run Shadyside." She gave him a look. "Does this mean you don't want to share the copy of the Shining anymore?"

"I never said that! We are still having joint custody of that book,, speaking of which where is it?" She smiled.

"Wow not even to hangout with your dear old friend, Nick?" He pouted.

"What you gonna read it to me?" She smiled.

"Oh you drive one hard bargain."

"I drive no such thing," she turned towards her cabin. "Meet me in my cabin in an hour." She smiled.

"Okay." He smiled back.

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Max had finished unpacking all of her stuff when Cindy walked in. "Hey, what are you doing?" Her voice was sweet.

"Just unpacking before campers come in,, would rather do it now than later while dealing with a bunch of younger kids."

"Smart, uhm do you have any bug spray? I forgot mine and these mosquitoes are absolutely everywhere."

"Yeah," she pulled the bug spray from her shelf and tossed it over to Cindy.

"Thanks!" She smiled as she left, Nick entered.

"I have our shared child."

"Oh my goodness hand my baby over." She held the book lovingly in her hands, staring at the hard cover like it would magically disappear into thin air.

"Excited much?"

"Not over-excited enough." She smiled brightly at Nick. "Is it good? That's all I ask."

"Oh it's incredible especially when-" she raised the book like she was about to hit him with it, he closed his mouth.

"Good choice, pretty boy."

"Pretty boy?"

"Yes, what else would you be?" He thought for a moment.

"A boy who likes Stephen King, spiders, and anything horror?" He smiled.

"Okay, you are that too." She smiled back taking a seat on the bed.

"You know,, we have a day before the campers start coming in and well..."

"Well what?" She raised a brow.

"Wanna hangout? If I have to listen to Kurt complain about the smell of pot one more time I might actually flip my lid."

"Okay, Casanova." She smirked, her legs now crossed as she looked up at him. "What would we even do to hangout? There really isn't much other then nature, and books."

"True, it's kinda boring here.. wanna see if they have a projector?" Max looked at him.

"Uh, yeah,, what movies do you think they have?”

“It’s probably in black and white.”

“Probably.”

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rrasado · 3 years

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Yo! If that's okay could i request the brothers (or some of the of your choice) reacting to a teen mc who already has a pact with a demon long before coming to the Devildom and this demon is pretty much their (very protective) guardian/caretaker? Like, the demon is really sweet and gentle with MC and babies them constantly but they're wary of the brothers (Nothing romantic, just platonic hcs!) Feel free to ignore if i'm bothering you!

Congrats on the 400 followers!!💞

Who’s The Guardian?

On another episode of “why didn’t I see this in my inbox before-“ but this is such a cute request.

I...haven’t played OMSWD in half a year ;-;. I never got past lesson 40 so, sorry in advanced for the OOC-

When you already have a pact

Lucifer

...is caught off guard, big time.

He probably skimmed through your files and records but not once did the thought of a seemingly innocent teenager already having a pact with a demon prior the exchange program crossed his mind.

That’s coming from someone who overthinks a lot.

As the so called right hand man of the young lord himself, he’ll want to conduct a thorough investigation on whoever this demon is. He can’t risk sullying the honor of Diavolo because of some minor slip up.

Under the guise of a friendly get together he asks MC to invite their demon pact mate over for a nice afternoon tea. Harmless correct? Well that -less becomes -ful when the demon immediate smothers their favorite human with such rare affections he didn’t knew demons were capable of.

He’ll attempt to be discreet about his intentions but, it seems the demon is more vocal about their displeasure of finding out that their dear human is living with seven of the most powerful demons in hell. So lucifer would blatantly put on a facade to keep the dignity of the council and the prince at peace. But if it were up to him...

“We all care for the human’s well being yes? A little cooperation is to be called for”

Mammon

...Feels betrayed. And disappointed

He...wasn’t MC’s first- oh god the others are laughing at him as we speak aren’t they.

Would probably try to not so discreetly compare himself to the demon, arms crossed™️

Is that why MC was so fast in making a pact with him? Like no fear whatsoever because they’ve already done this before? Now he feels dumber than before

It all ultimately ends with..the demon and mammon trying to out do each other when it comes to spoiling Mc whether material wise or affection, of course mammon is at a disadvantage given how much he denies his concern for not being Mc’s first.

But in the end, if anything bad no matter how small happens to the two demon’s beloved human, they’d probably set aside their differences and hunt down the source. It’s a whole other story if the source was mammon-

“Oi the human also has a pact with me Ya got that!”

Leviathan

...is both amazed and disdained.

On one hand- HOLY SHI- YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN MOST SUMMONERS AND YOU ALREADY HAVE A PACT? THAT’S SO SHOUNEN-

And on the other hand- wow...you’re such a normie for being able to pull in other races, what in the name of damned friendship is this-

But that disdain turns to envy, whether envying you or the demon sometimes it’s interchangeable- because he wished he was also that cared for. Being able to be brought gifts or being protective over- it’s the otome dream he’s secretly wanted.

But once he realizes that the demon just genuinely cares for MC, for whatever reason- he seems to understand along the way, maybe he to wishes to protect one of the few people that willingly put up with him with a wild smile. Teen mutuality huh.

He might even invite their demon pact mate over for a game or two- heck if things go well they three might even become a triumvirate. Overall he’ll learn to get along with them but...it’ll take a good while djdndnbd.

“H-hey...ya sure you wanna hang out with someone as yucky as me? Ah- wait I have games for three here somewhere.”

Satan

...Is highly intrigued suffice it to say.

The guy was highly enthralled when you managed to even make a pact with him through hard work and it seems there was a much farther history as to why.

Unlike the first born however, he’d be actually successful in hiding his true intentions when he decided to investigate whoever demon managed to wind up with the young human in the first place.

Those detective novels did him good Huh-

On a more serious note. He’d actually be encouraging to a certain extent until the demon directs their threats to him. Like how dare this lowly bastard make a point to the Avatar sin of Wrath- oh it was for MC’s sake...hard pass-

At one point he’s probably the closest to this demon in terms of peace next to Beelzebub since he’s the most serene of the brothers. Overall neutral to them unless the demon gives him a reason to.

“It’s nice to see the human having someone to lean on to...I wonder what would happen if that support were to suddenly collapse”

Asmodeus

...is sappy to the brim

Look at the lovely human already catching demons with finesse! Proud wine aunt moment™️. And the fact that it was prior to the program? Damn the kid has more potential than he thought.

At first the demon themself is gonna- Ehe carry MC away everytime asmo ties coming in but. With a little nudge and convincing they’d probably stay to listen to Asmo.

Trust me when I say these three will go shopping every weekend once everyone is comfortable with each other. And for what it’s worth they might even get matching outfits.

Asmo would probably try and nitpick how MC even managed to wind up in a pact with a demon without knowledge of the Devildom in the first place but at the same time he thinks it adds to the younger’s charm

These three end up being the child the mom and wine aunt dynamic and y’all can’t convince me otherwise.

“Ehh~? Oh don’t look so weary it’s bad for your face darling~”

Beelzebub

...For some reason happy.

Is this why MC managed to make a pact with his brothers so easily in so little time? Is this why the teen never seems to be bothered by any of his brothers’ threats? Overall he’s happy that you have experience.

He remembers something oddly like this...but in his case he didn’t had experience prior the fall wow way to go at angsting this am I right-

Because unlike him, a being millennia old was so confused of what’s in store for hell after the fall but he had no choice but to grit his teeth and bare the fear.

And someone so young managed to get a taste of a fraction of that experience but here was MC...laughing without a care whilst this other demon places a protective arm in front of them as they interrogate beel- oh wait they were talking to him-

Food as peace offering? You bet, thankfully they did settle with food and unlike first impressions- the demon actually is the most sensible to beel seeing as he was one of the few who...didn’t actively attempt to kill their human- in fact, the demon is probably the one to inform Beel of what demon food the young teen can actually eat and what they prefer.

“I see...ah, would you maybe wanna join us? Food always tastes better when shared”

Belphegor

...could care less until they talk about the whole time universe killing thing-

Ohhh boy- belphie run I’m telling you run- no beel won’t defend you on this one in fact I think I see mammon running with the demon but belphie run boy run-

In all seriousness him and the demon will take the longest to get into terms. Heck not even Mc’s convincing has effect, because the demon really really doesn’t like the avatar of sloth for good reason.

Depending on how the demon even winded up with MC. Belphie would also not like the demon.

That...is until something actually bad happens to MC-

The demon might blindly pin it on belphie but the thing is- he’s also panicking because if he and his brothers were there and the demon was there- wHO TF IS WITH THE TEENAGER-

He...didnt want to have what he did to MC happen again. Let him be the last one to harm the spunky human. I even considered him and the demon to never actually get along no matter how long of a time but...again it all depends on the Hows and Whys.

“I...Care for them as much as you do. Just- Tsk... I don’t need you to believe me.”

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liron-ao3 · 3 years

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It's not that Dean doesn't like Castiel. It is more of an I-swear-on-my-mother's-grave-I'll-kill-him kinda relationship. Because the thing is, Castiel set up Dean's little brother Sam and his stepsister Rowena and it isn't that Dean could say it out loud, but he is worried. To say the least.

Rowena has a power over Sam that makes Dean's stomach flip. She conjures sappy smiles on Sam's face and makes him follow her like a love-drunk puppy. She's a witch, Dean is convinced, but he tries hard not to mention that in Sammy's orbit. He heard the whole that's-a-misogynistic-term speech when Sam was dating that Ruby chick and Dean knows that his brother would only cling closer to the Scot if he knew that Dean thinks that his fiancée is straight from hell.

So Dean grits his teeth, swallows his tongue, and plays nice around her, even going as far as agreeing to be his brother's best man. He will still be there when Sam comes running with his heart broken and with his tail between his legs.

Castiel, on the other hand? That man he can hate in abundance. Not that he has ever met him, but honestly, he has to be Lucifer himself if he thinks their siblings to be a good match.

Dean can picture him vividly—a leer on his face, sweet-talking people into feeling safe and then smiting them with the snap of his fingers. That man has to be evil incarnate and Dean won't pussyfoot around him. No way!

***

"Play nice," Bobby grumbles when they enter the venue for the rehearsal dinner.

"I am nice," Dean hisses back.

"Sure you are," his surrogate father says and makes a beeline for Ellen and Jo on the other side of the room.

Dean shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scans the room for the man he is sure he will recognise immediately. But no one really sticks out from the crowd that is well-dressed and mostly speaking in different kinds of British accents. Family of the bride, obviously.

Dean feels a little underdressed until he spots a man in an ill-fitting suit, draped into a trenchcoat. He is standing next to a redheaded, slim woman, who Dean would probably try to get on the backseat of his Impala if he wasn't set on finding that Castiel guy, sweet talk him today and wreck him tomorrow. Unless Sam does the wise thing and cancels the wedding, which seems less and less likely by the minute. Rowena's spell seems to become stronger day by day. Dean hardly recognises his ever-worrying, self-loathing brother anymore, with all the grinning that goes on on his face.

Maybe Dean is an asshole, but he has pulled Sam from the edge too many times to count. This is too good to be true. Happiness doesn't find a Winchester. Not in his experience.

Dean walks to the other side from where the redhead smiled over to him. Maybe she can point him to the object of his hate. She tilts her head to the side when he comes closer.

"You must be Dean," she says, stretching out her hand. Dean is taken aback by her knowledge.

"How did you…?"

She shrugs. "I know nearly everyone in this room. And the only two men Sam ever mentioned were his brother and Bobby who I assume is the fella over there."

Dean looks in the direction she is nodding to. "Yeah. Sam always had more female friends."

"I think that's what Rowena likes about him. He's sensible."

Dean huffs. "Yeah, I bet she likes that he's soft for her."

"He makes her very happy," the man says and his voice does things to Dean's insides he doesn't want to nurse right now. He needs to focus on his anger. Arousal isn't helpful.

"If you say so," Dean grunts.

Anna furrows her brow. "Are you okay, Dean?" she asks concerned.

"Yeah, just not really convinced about this whole wedding business. Don't you think it's too fast?"

The man tilts his head to the side and Dean starts seeing the family resemblance. "I think that they complement each other very well. I would have expected Sam's best man to see that, too."

Dean can't really argue with that. "I don't know her well enough to judge. I just know that my brother is a different person now."

"And you don't like that?" the woman asks. Hell, Dean doesn't even know their names and spills all the beans, probably making an ass of himself.

"He's my brother. I know him better than anyone and this—" He gestures in the engaged couple's direction. "This isn't the man I raised."

Two pairs of eyes move to the tall men and back to Dean.

"You mean a happy man?" the woman asks.

"No. I mean…" Dean should have kept his mouth shut. They don't know Sam, his dark thoughts, the forced smiles, the brave face. Dean knows it all or at least well enough to know that the chuckling man on the other side of the room is a stranger to him. Okay, maybe Dean is a bit overdramatic. He knows Sam laughing, pulling pranks. But life had been shitty to both of them and the only people they could always rely on were the two of them.

Yes, their circles have widened over time, with Jody and the girls, Charlie and Dorothy. Still, happiness isn't really part of their lives. They might get glimpses of it, but…

"You mean what? That our sister isn't good enough for your big shot lawyer brother?" the man asks.

Dean freezes. He sometimes forgets that Sam isn't little Sammy anymore. That he's one step away from leaving his old life behind, and with it his big brother, probably.

Dean scans the people in the room, mainly the bride's family and he swallows hard. Yes, he's the odd one out. He only owns a single suit, so he couldn't wear it tonight. Is it that? Is he jealous? Or anxious to lose Sam?

He looks back at the bride and groom. Sam presses a kiss into Rowena's hair. From afar, they are a cute couple with the difference in height and the unconventional age gap.

Dean bites the inside of his cheek and tries to unclench his fists. It isn't working.

"She's way out of his league," he hears himself say, not knowing where this is even coming from.

"That's what you said, Anna, the first time you met Sam," the man chuckles.

Anna? Oh, that's the future sister-in-law Sam raved about and Dean thinks he wants to set him up with. Well, that probably flew out of the window a minute ago.

"I didn't, Castiel. I said I was surprised that she went for someone younger. That's all."

Dean's eyes shoot up. That's the man? The man, who he built up as the bogeyman who would get familiar with his fist? A fucking baby in a trenchcoat?

The whole house of cards that Dean has built up over weeks is threatening to collapse. Dean's throat tightens and he pops a button on his polo shirt, but to no avail. He meets Castiel's eyes for a moment, the other man squinting at him as if he could look deep into his soul.

"Are you okay, Dean?" he asks and sounds concerned.

"Yeah. Just need some air," Dean all but spits and heads for the door.

He props himself up on the roof terrace's balustrade and tries to sort through all his contradicting feelings. He hates it. It's all him. His fear to be left behind, for the only constant in his life to leave, like everybody else who has ever meant something to him. He's jealous and the realisation hits him hard.

Yes, he doesn't know Rowena, but Sam does. Well enough to want to marry her. Sam, who thought he was too toxic for a real relationship. Dean always told him that this was bullshit. And now that his little brother is finally listening, Dean acts like a jaundiced ex? Fuck!

"There you are," a too-familiar voice comes from behind. "I thought you left me hanging, man."

Dean chuckles. "I have to lead the bride to the altar, right?" He ruffles Sam's hair. His brother glares at him, but without heat.

"Wanna come in? I'd like to introduce you to Rowena's best man."

"Who's that?"

"Castiel."

Dean's eyes sink to the floor. Of course, he is. "Already met him."

Sam raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you already snubbed him."

"Nah. I wouldn't embarrass you in front of your new family." It's enough that Dean embarrassed himself.

"Most of them are kind people," Sam says carefully. "And after tomorrow, Rowena is your family, too."

Dean works his jaw. It's a bit difficult to look at Sam, now that he realised that he's never given his fiancée a real chance.

"You'll be here in California, and I'll be back in Kansas. We'll be lucky if we see each other on Christmas."

Sam squeezes his shoulder. "You could move here, Dean."

The older brother shakes his head. "I don't belong here, Sammy." Another squeeze. "And I can't afford to take off so much to drive over." And soon you'll be too busy to fly back to where everything feels small and like past, he adds in his head. He puts on a smile nonetheless.

"Samuel?" Rowena calls from the entrance. "Dinner starts in five."

Sam smiles over to his future bride. "I just need a minute, mo ghràdh."

"Mo what?"

"It's Scottish Gaelic for 'my love'."

Dean raises an eyebrow and chuckles. "You really got it bad, huh?"

"I wouldn't marry her if I didn't."

Dean pats his back. "I'm happy for you man." He's surprised that he means it.

***

Dinner goes fine and Dean has a nice conversation with Anna, who is seated next to him. Luckily, she's not of the resentful kind. Still, Dean is feeling out of place. Their found family is so much smaller than Rowena's real one with all the siblings and cousins from both sides of the pond. And this is only the rehearsal.

As soon as dinner is done, Dean excuses himself and flees to the hotel. A real one that Sam was kind enough to pay. It makes Dean feel only smaller and not good enough.

He takes a shower and walks out on the balcony, just a towel slung around his waist. He can hear the waves hitting the beach nearby and seabirds screeching. He gets why Sam moved here, why he won't come back. It still stings.

Dean did everything in his power to get him so far and he can't bring himself to regret it. But he's still angry. Maybe he is anger, plain and simple. He's been angry since his mother died and his father gave a shit about giving his sons a home. This anger will probably never go away. It's good that Sam found happiness, Dean muses. At least one of them should.

There's movement on the balcony next door and despite the separation wall, Dean can see the trenchcoat clad arms propped up on the railing. What are the odds?

"Castiel?"

There is a long pause and then comes, "Dean?" This gravelly voice doesn't fail to move him. If Dean didn't decide to scratch the term 'witch' for his future sister-in-law, he would wonder if her stepbrother might be a witcher, too.

"Yeah. Not into parties?"

There is another pause, probably filled with a head shake Dean can't see. "I don't like crowds of people. And my family is, well, my family. I love them, but it's complicated."

"I get it," Dean says, although he probably doesn't.

"You seem to have cooled down a little," Castiel states matter-of-factly.

"Was it so obvious?"

Castiel laughs and the sound vibrates into Dean's heart, churning it in delicious ways. "You looked as if you were out to kill someone."

Dean chuckles. "I kinda was."

"Why? And who?"

Dean swallows hard. What he would give for a beer right now, but he had way too much of that red wine already. Maybe that's why he answers, "You." There is a long moment of surprise that Castiel doesn't seem inclined to break, so Dean adds, "I built up this story in my head that Rowena bewitched Sam and you were at fault because you brought them together."

"And now?"

Dean shrugs his shoulders. "I only want Sammy to be happy."

Castiel hums on the other side of the separation. "Why are you sounding so sad then?"

A flare of anger rises in Dean's chest. The man doesn't know him. What gives him the right to state something like this?

"Blow me, Cass!" he grinds out. That guy is getting under his skin. Why, he doesn't know. Maybe because he's right.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

The retort comes quick like a shot and Dean is struck speechless for a way too long moment. Castiel starts chuckling.

"You're an asshole!" Dean grumbles.

"An asshole who gives good head, though," Castiel says smugly.

Dean groans. No, he won't think of these sinful lips wrapped around his cock. No way, José.

"Is that an offer?" his mouth asks without his consent.

"I'm not a one-off kind of guy, Dean."

Dean wishes he wouldn't have to lie if he said he wasn't either. Is there an expiration date for that stamp if you haven't got laid for more than a year? Probably not.

The silence stretches into an eternity until Castiel quietly says, "Good night," leaving Dean alone in the pale moonlight.

***

Rowena looks beautiful and Sam smart. Dean manages to get through the whole wedding ceremony and his best man speech without a single glimmer of jealousy. Bobby looks at him approvingly and Ellen whispers into his ear that his mum would have been so proud of him.

Still, Dean finds himself on the balcony once again. His thoughts need space to swirl around him. There's a lot to process on this fine day—his brotherly/parent-like love, his own loneliness in a room full of people, the strange stares that Castiel and he have been sharing the whole day…

He presses the palms of his hands against his eyes, hoping to force back the sting of tears building up in them. A warm hand lands on his shoulder, startling him. "You've done well."

Dean chuckles without mirth. "Can't remember when anyone said something like this about me." He bites his lip, hard. Why did he say that? To a complete stranger nonetheless. Castiel doesn't comment on it, though, and Dean sighs in relief.

The music coming from the party changes to something slow and Castiel asks, "May I have the next dance?"

Dean turns his head and stares at the outstretched hand for a very long moment. He has never danced with a man before. Not without a beer bottle in his hand and for sure not a slow dance. But he feels a pull to this man, who he hated with all his guts just a day ago. A man with kind eyes, a shy smile, and a patience Dean isn't used to.

He takes the offered hand and Castiel's smile grows wider, just like Dean's heart. Castiel pulls him slowly into his arms, lets him settle against him, and rewards Dean's head leant against his own with a gentle brush over his back.

Dean shivers at the tender touch and bites the inside of his cheek in a last attempt to keep back the tears welling up in his eyes.

"It's okay," Castiel says. "Let go. No one will see it."

And Dean does. In the arms of a stranger under the Californian moon. He doesn't shake off the tender hand carding through his hair, or the strong arms holding him upwards. He lets out the sobs he's been holding and allows Castiel to brush away his tears before their lips meet in a gentle kiss. He smiles at Castiel bashfully afterwards.

"It's okay," Castiel repeats.

Dean chuckles. "Is it? Crying like a baby in a stranger's arms?"

"Crying like the big brother, who raised a wonderful man and has to let him go to live his own life. Crying like a lonely man, who hasn't been touched intimately for ages."

Dean furrows his brow. "How?"

Castiel smiles at him with so much warmth that Dean feels like welling up again.

"Sam loves you. He talks about you all the time. It felt like I knew you before we even met. And the rest? Let's say, kindred souls recognise each other."

Dean huffs a laugh. "You're good, man."

Castiel smirks at him. "And you're a good man, Dean Winchester," he says and leans in for another kiss.

Maybe, Dean muses, Castiel is magical after all.

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Spring Blossoms, as does Love (pt. 1)

Kuroo x Garden Shop Owner! Male! reader

Summary: Y/N was wrapping up his day at his gardening shop, which he ran out of a decrepit trailer on a small piece of property when Kuroo first showed himself.

A/N: If you see any words that you think are misspelt, they aren't (like colour, for instance) as I use British English instead of American English. Also, the story starts in Y/N's POV, which might help with the understanding.

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I had my back turned to the gravel lot where customers parked, watering the plants on display and mixing up plant food when I heard the low purr of a motor. I stood up and turned around, mind screeching in surprise. The most handsome man I had ever seen was stepping out of a car. In my lot. "What in the name of Gay Jesus is happening right now?" I thought to myself as I brushed off my apron and adjusted my nametag, waiting to greet the customer. "Hello sir, welcome to The Raven's Nest! I'm Y/N, how can I help you today?"

"Nice to meet you Y/N; I'm Kuroo. I was wondering if... " He trailed off as he removed his sunglasses. "Oh!"

"Oh?" I asked him in response

"Its... erm... nothing."

If I wasn't mistaken, I saw a faint blush spread across his face.

"Well Kuroo, if you need anything I'll be inside the trailer mixing up plant food."

"Thanks! I'll be sure to let you know!" He said slyly, giving me a smile and a wink as he left to peruse the available selection of plants. Sliding into the trailer, where containers of herbs and chemicals sat behind jars on the table, I breathed out a sigh of longing, and the feelings of a new crush seeped into the walls of the trailer.

**POV SWITCH**

As I was browsing the selection, I kept thinking to myself of Y/N. His height, size, build, hair colour, and attitude were just perfect. He was exactly what I had been looking for in a long-term partner, and better yet, he was interested in me too. Whether he knew I was interested in him, though, was another question. Stopping occasionally to pick up a plant, pot, or watering can I liked, I began to formulate a plan for how I would ask him out.

**POV SWITCH**

Kuroo approached the old desk I kept outside as dual-purpose for potting plants and ringing up customers and dinged the old bell. I stepped out and noticing his armload of stuff, and I rushed over to relieve him of as much as possible. He seemed lost in thought, but as I got closer, he snapped back to reality and smiled at me.

"Hey cutie~." He said to me.

I froze dead in my tracks, a blush running rampant across my face.

"What? Did I fluster you already?" He asked, keeping up the sappy tone.

"N-no I just suddenly felt very warm...a-anyways, l-let me ring that up for you." I managed to stutter out, silently cursing myself for being embarrassing.

"Yes please~," Kuroo said, switching to a sultry tone.

I tried to hide my blush as I rang up his items and ran his card through my payment system.

"So," He breaks the silence, "would you like to come get a coffee with me some time? I know a cute place that I think you might like~,"

"S-sure, that w-would be nice," I said, still blushing furiously at him as I finalised the transaction. "Do you need help taking stuff out to your car?"

"From you? Always~"

I picked up a couple of plants and started walking out to his car, him following closely behind.

"When do you close? We could go now if you want. I'm free all afternoon." He says as we load plants into his trunk. "Then maybe you could help me get these babies set up in my new apartment."

I check my watch and decide that I could close early today. None of my regulars had called for help or gardening services, so my day was empty as well.

"Alright, I guess. But no funny business, mister!" I tell him, playfully wagging my finger.

**POV SWITCH**

I watched Y/N run back across the gravel lot to his shop, untying his apron from around his waist as he went. Suddenly, I thought of something. "Does he live in that trailer?" No, it's probably just for the shop. I make a mental note to ask him about the shop and his house later. "Not in a creepy way, Kuroo. You know what happened last time." I think to myself.

"Hey, Kuroo! I'm gonna drop my car off at my place, will you follow me?" Y/N shouts at me as he opens the door to his canary-yellow pickup, having locked up the gate to the shop. I give him a thumbs-up, and he climbs inside. I hear the engine crank and splutter to life, and he pulls past me down to the two-lane road that connects the countryside to the highway. Instead of turning left towards the city, he turns right and begins travelling up the road, deeper into the country. Suddenly, after about a mile, he stops and turns onto a dirt road obscured by lush green trees. We putter along this road for a while, a serene crook running beside the road before coming to rest in a bit of pond teeming with life, and the forest opens up onto a clearing framed by a log arch. Inside the clearing is the perfect sight: a beautiful old farmhouse covered in ivy, plants growing awry in every nook and cranny. It's gorgeous and suits someone like him.

**POV SWITCH**

As I climb out of my pickup, the smell of the woods hits me, and I am home again. Kuroo parks his sedan next to my truck and gets out, staring up and marvelling at the sight.

"Can we stay here instead of going out?" He asks with a look of pure amazement still on his face.

"Sure! I'll get us some Butterfly Pea flower tea. Come and we can sit on the veranda."

As I prepare the tea, I begin to wonder: "What if he thinks I'm a creep who's lured him out into the middle of the woods to kill him! Oh no, quick, what can I do so I don't look like a creep? Agh, and I look fat! It's that leftover pasta from lunch, isn't it? Damn it, I lost my only chance to make a good first impression."

And with that, I grab the teas, push open the worn-out screen door that creaks, and promptly fall right into him.

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Well hello my lovelies.

I decided to rewatch New Moon and ooh boy do I have some thoughts:

The moon fading to reveal the title of the movie is satisfying

Why does the movie start with narration?

Nice transition though.

Okay so if the old woman is supposed to be a reflection of Bella as an old woman, then shouldn't they, meaning young Bella and old Bella, be wearing the same clothes? I know it's a dream but still...

Why does Bella's room look so...cluttered and full to the brim?

She has an irrational fear of being old...it's annoying.

"R&J essay due"... R&J = Romeo and Juliet. Why am I finally understanding this now?

"Oh look Cullen's here" wow Mike. Salty much?

Edward's model walk 😂

Idk why but I'm already annoyed with this movie. And it's just been 6 minutes.

Oh Taylor Lautner's wig gives me nightmares.

Jacob 100% made that dream-catcher didn't he?

"You give me everything just by breathing"...why so sappy?

Alice just walk down those stairs instead of jumping off.

Jasper 😍😍😍

Okay but why does Jasper and Bella seem to have more chemistry in that one scene in the hallway than Edward and Bella do in this entire movie?

I don't like this movie much.

Ooh the teacher got shade

Edward pretending to think about his answer 😂😂

I'm more interested in the glass of Pomelo juice my dad brought me just now more than this movie. AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE POMELO!

Okay so there's the Volturi, right? But who tells the new vampires about them? Like as seen, vampires are not social and they live either alone, or with their partners. Even James, Victoria and Laurent were seen to be an unusual grouping. So who tells the newborn Vampires about the Volturi when they wake up alone?

Why is this birthday scene so awkward?

Oh yes Edward push Bella away into a table. That'll help.

Edward looks constipated 😂😂

The gauze that was set on fire looked so beautiful. Also, hello cover photo of the book.

Bella has more chemistry with Carlisle than Edward lmao

Idk why but Edward driving Bella's truck is hilarious to me.

Bella stop talking.

This movie would be so much better if it focused more on the other characters than on Edward and Bella...

Bella and Edward kiss like they're rubbing sandpaper on their lips.

The music is good though.

Why do all important conversations, revelations take place inside a goddamn forest for these people? Why not sit inside or on the front steps and talk?

Oh honey, you not going.

Okay but can you imagine imposing yourself like that to your boyfriend's family when they're going away like "Oh you're going? I'm coming too". My awkward self would never!

This scene is more understandable when you've read Midnight Sun and yk Edward has been planning to leave since the first book/movie.

No Bella. He wants you. He just doesn't want to take you along with him. There's a difference.

"You're just not good for me." Ouch. That hurts.

Okay but the angled shots of Bella symbolizing how her world is slowly being turned sideways by Edward saying he doesn't want her and is leaving is 😘

No don't lie on the cold forest floor. It's crawling with bugs.

Okay but imagine seeing a pair of eyes peering at you like that. Creepy.

Charlie probably thinks the Cullens kidnapped Bella lmao.

Bella and Sam have more chemistry than Bella and Edward.

Also, props to Charlie for getting a Search and Rescue team up and running so quickly.

So she just sat in front of that window? Imagine going to school and coming home and just...sitting in front of a window. Not moving. Not doing anything.

Say his name, Bella.

Okay but Charlie should take Bella to a psychiatrist. She's having nightmares, she's depressed.

"He's not coming back". It's phrased as if Edward is dead.

Ask Jessica first tho.

Charlie is so sceptical of Bella going shopping lmao

"Hi Jessica. It's Bella. Yeah...Bella Swan." That's hilarious.

Jessica is smart though.

"Some girls like to shop. Not all girls apparently." Shade, much?

And Jessica became self-absorbed again.

At least Jessica looks worried I guess.

No you don't know those guys. Keep walking.

Yes Bella please turn around before you end up as another crime statistic.

I'm gonna barf.

Guy probably thinks she's crazy.

Jessica has every right to be angry. I don't even blame her.

Bella being an idiot again seems to be the main theme.

Most people bring food to other people's house. Bella brings scrap metal

Accurate representation of teenagers doing stupid shit I guess?

It's the Werewolf genes, Bella. Or Shifter genes, I guess.

I would be very afraid of a person who doesn't like music.

Bella influencing Jacob is hilarious. She's an idiot. The only way she'll be influencing him is by infecting him with her idiocy.

Quill, honey, no. You don't look hot doing that introduction.

Nice transition again.

This movie gets weirder when you realize Jacob and Bella have this attraction to each other because of that one egg in her tubes that's supposed to become her daughter.

Charlie is a good father.

I badly want a movie from Charlie's perspective.

Jacob don't fish for things that aren't there. You'll only end up getting hurt.

How tf Bella recognised Sam from so far away? Girl's got that eagle-vision or something.

Don't say "rush" in front of Bella. She's like a junkie to rush.

"...following Sam around like a little puppy." Well, you're not that far off.

This movie became enjoyable as soon as Edward left. Just noticed that.

Bella hitting her head...ouch.

Just realized how ingrained it is in Bella to apologise for bleeding. Which is not normal. Girl probably apologies 24/7 during her periods.

It looks so awkward when Bella finally joins the table.

Oh Mike. Please knock it off.

Also, Mike is that one friend who constantly hits on you and doesn't take no for an answer and doesn't understand that maybe, you just wanna be friends with him and nothing more. He's a "nice" guy.

"Movie night with Bella." Jessica knows it's a recipe for disaster.

Angela looks beautiful though.

The handrest thing was awkward.

Oof. That gotta hurt Jacob so much, her pulling away like that.

Why is this convo so awkward?

Why is Jacob saying "I know what he did to you" like Edward was a psychopath who killed Bella's beloved pet and entire family?

WOAH JACOB CALM DOWN!

Well at least this confrontation is not inside a forest.

Also, THE NASTY WIG IS GONE!

Jacob stop mumbling.

Is the tattoo mandatory to join the wolf-pack?

Jacob looks like a scared kid 🥺

Also, Bella is using Jacob to heal herself. It's selfish.

"Break up"? When did you even get together?

I'm surprised they didn't show us how clumsy Bella is through her trek in the forest searching for that field.

The dry and dead field as a metaphor for Bella's life without Edward...

Laurent creeps me out. Yk he's upto no good by his line of questioning.

But I like his accent though.

The wolves are here!

Ooh that's a beautiful slow-mo shot.

Harry knows something 😏

Jacob should probably be a gymnast.

All these hints and suggestions. Just say it outright.

Don't give him hope, Bella.

Bella is probably prophetic or something. Or her intuitions are on overdrive. I mean, she dreams the truth about Edward in the first movie and now the truth about Jacob in this one. I know it's her remembering through her dreams but still...

Paul and Bella have more chemistry in this one scene than Bella and Edward or Bella and Jacob.

Emily's place looks beautiful.

Emily is beautiful.

Emily gonna spend her entire life in the kitchen cooking for the pack, isn't she?

Sam and Emily need a backstory movie.

Also, how much did Jake tell everyone about Bella.

Paul is adorable.

That guy talking to Bella inside Emily's house is cute as well.

Why does everything happen to Bella?

Is Jacob gonna jog home?

Ooh I love this background music.

There's our hated redhead.

How did Charlie and the others not hear Jacob and Victoria?

Of course she's going Cliff Diving.

Being human does not mean JUMPING OFF OF CLIFFS!!

And there's Victoria.

The scene of Bella drowing and hallucinating Edward is so...beautifully created.

So until Jacob was an ordinary guy, Bella didn't have any interest. Now that Jacob is a wolf, she's interested. Wow.

I don't know what Jacob expected. Of course she's gonna dump him like hot trash as soon as the possibility of the Cullens coming back is dangled in front of her.

ALICE!!

"...prone to life threatening idiocy." Perfectly describes Bella.

Did Jacob actually go inside Bella's house without knocking or letting himself known? That's creepy.

Alice and Jacob have more chemistry than Jacob and Bella.

"As soon as you put the dog out." 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

"It's just Alice." ITS ALICE! Don't sound so disappointed.

Jacob and Bella about to kiss just looks wrong. It's like he's about to kiss his sister.

Yk Jacob knew who was calling.

Of all the idiotic...

Omg Jacob stop. Jacob is behaving like that toxic friend who sabotages your relationships and guilts you for making your own choices.

Is Edward's shirt torn? Lol.

He wants to die. Not join your cult.

Volterra is beautiful.

Something about Bella running through the streets among all these people dressed in red is beautiful.

EDWARD STOP!

Oh that little girl noticed.

Okay the inner romantic in me is loving this reunion.

I wanna be everything to someone 🥺

And we're back to the weird kissing.

Why does Edward look hungover?

Edward looks weird in that robe.

A human trapped in an elevator with a bunch of vampires listening to elevator music...there's gotta be a joke somewhere about it.

Aro looks like that creepy uncle at family gatherings who gets high on drugs and makes everyone uncomfortable.

Aro is probably pissed off that he can't hear Bella's thoughts.

Aro's laugh is psychotic 🤣🤣🤣

Marcus is so done with Aro 😂😂😂

Bella's hair in that slow-mo tossing her around scene 😍

Just Bella's hair in this entire scene

Also, this entire fight sequence is beautiful.

That smashing him into the stairs gotta hurt.

Aro never loved anyone so he wouldn't understand how a human can give their life to save someone they love. Even if that person is a vampire. Or any other monster.

And this is where Aro's obsession with Alice starts.

That vision is so beautiful and peaceful.

Don't say her name with your creepy ass mouth in that creepy whisper, Aro.

Oh the kids 🥺🥺🥺

Oh she's back.

Yes please. Don't ever do that to Charlie.

Did Edward seriously hide behind her door? 😂😂😂

No don't forgive him for that shit he put you through.

And they're kissing 😒

Omg just change her and get it over with. Can't deal with her whinning about it anymore.

This whole voting thing is awkward.

Jasper 😍😍😍

Yk Rosalie, if you weren't a vampire, you would be dead, wouldn't have gotten revenge and also wouldn't have met Emmett and he would've also been dead. So please stop with the whole "Woe is me I'm a vampire" thing. It's getting annoying.

Omg Jacob stop 🙈 this is embarrassing

Oh you won't let her?! Let her?! She's not yours so you can make decisions for her! Yes she's an idiot but she can make her own choices and the choice is clear: She wants Edward. She wants to be Vampire. Deal with it.

Jacob don't be a toxic "nice" guy friend.

Oh no please don't fight 😒

Oh please. You made your choice clear Bella.

The movie ends with that gasp of disbelief 😂😂😂 as if Bella can't believe that Edward would propose, which to be fair, came out of nowhere.

And it's over. Finally!

I don't like this one much.

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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Chapter 5. We have stucky, we have stevesambucky friendship, we have a new place to live and strange being a good guy because tony definitely ranted at him. Also, we're beginning the creepy part of the plot. I have decided that sam will be one of the main platonic characters in this story because I love sam.

fun fact: I used to be a creepypasta writer! Going back to my roots here, hehe.

Things had stated changing, for better or worse, much sooner than I had been prepared for - but was anyone, ever, really ready for the next big step? Certainly not me - the view that greeted me after I'd finished my shift at Jeremy's was peculiar and unexpected, so I froze, eyebrows high at the two super-soldiers parked, once again, illegally, right in front of the entrance door.

"Hi, doll," Bucky was reclined against his boyfriend comfortably, his bike standing a pace behind Steve's, who nodded companionably, a sheepish grin on his face.

"G'day," I nodded, eyeing them warily. "I think I know where this is going..."

"No, no, nothing like that," both men frantically waved their hands around, Steve coming up close to approach me slowly. "You're not in trouble. I came out here to say thanks," giving a sappy look to the grouch that was his boyfriend, Steve reached into his pocket and handed me a slip of paper. "Just, uh..."

"Those are our phone numbers. Don't hesitate to give either one of us a call if someone bothers you," Bucky took over the stammering blonde, shaking his head at the soft blush that blossomed on the good captain's face. The brunette wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders with a shy smile of his own. "Or if you, I don't know, need someone to carry your groceries or something," he snorted. "The punk wouldn't leave it alone until we came out personally to thank you, the sap."

The laughter bubbled up from my chest as I grabbed and pocketed the paper, throughly amused and at the endearing gesture. "Sure, thanks."

"And, uh," Bucky's eyes briefly looked to the side. "We'd appreciate if you keep the status of our relationship to yourself for now. We're not, like, officially out yet."

I froze in place, mouth falling open. Surely they were aware that anybody with a functional pair of eyes could see that they were much more than 'good, lifelong friends'. "No problem, guys. Lemme know if anyone gives you shit about it though, this place," I gestured to the café behind me, "is strictly paparazzi and homophobe-free."

Steve's grin grew even more genuine. "Yeah, we heard all about it from Tony and Stephen. Said 'twas the only place they go these days."

I wasn't aware of that. "It's the paps, isn't it?" I remembered Tony's remarks.

Bucky shook his head, the metals of his prosthetic arm whirring as it recalibrated. "Not only. The public hasn't had the best reaction to a man goin' out with a man," the brunette looked away to the side, where Steve's face had fallen considerably. "And Tony's an eccentric rich man. We're jus' two soldiers. The US Army won't be too happy if we... Came out," both men were crestfallen yet determined.

I had a hunch nothing would be able to separate the two - seeing as not even seventy-odd years and brainwashing and ice couldn't keep the captain and his sarge apart, I doubted that a few government weasels could successfully do the job. Even so, it was unpleasant, to say the least, to see them deny themselves something that technically was perfectly fine in the 21st century.

I chewed on my lip, gathering my wits. "I've clocked out, I can tell you this as a friend- as a person. You don't owe the army jack shit. They do not own you, you are your own person that they experimented their German knockoff steroids on. Respectfully, fuck that shit." I firmly stated my opinion, figuring that there should have been at least someone that told Steve that he is more than his star-spangled uniform and giant metal frisbee.

The blonde scrunched his eyebrows together, fingers gripping onto his belt until the knuckles went white, the hard line of his jaw set firm.

Bucky laugh took me by surprise. "Agreed, doll. I'm too old to be hiding in back alleys and shit," he clapped on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Although I'm happy enough with just not going to prison for bein' in love with this idiot."

"Jerk," Steve's responding pout was downright adorable now that I knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship.

Which wasn't exactly surprising. As a barista, I knew my fair share about my regulars' love lives, their jobs, their kids. The tea was almost always piping hot. "Bye, boys," I smiled at them warmly, throwing a glance at the time, adjusting the strap of my bag for comfort. "Stay outta trouble!"

Steve scrambled for his bike, having noticed my pointed gesture. "Sorry, didn't mean to hold you back. There, I have a spare helmet," he gestured behind him. "I'll give you a ride."

"There's no way in Hell I'm getting on that death trap!" I shouted cheerfully, walking briskly towards my second job, hiding a laugh in the warmth of my scarf as two very offended motorcycle-loving gay fossils sped past me, making truly incredible amounts of noise. Good for them.

Odette was content to let me rummage around the bodega without showing herself more than necessary, taking her appointments and doing- well, witch stuff, I guess, only coming out to poke at the various jars for ingredients.

"Star, I have a proposition for you," right before closing time, Odette's voice filled out the store with its low drawl. "A good friend of mine owns an apartment building, not far from here actually, and one tenant recently moved out. It's a safe space for those who are different," she enunciated the last word, fixing it with a pointed stare. "She's not overly fond of total strangers coming to live there. The rent is reduced and the apartment itself is slightly bigger and more fashionable than yours..."

"Where's the catch?" I found myself interrupting her. I wouldn't lie: the reduced rent and increased size of the apartment did interest me, as well as the probability of a kinder, more involved landlord. My current one was - not the best, but such was life in the NYC.

"There are a few rules to follow, rules that might seem strange at first but they'll make sense in time. And your neighbors might be also a little... Unusual," Odette carefully studied my face for any signs of displeasure.

I sighed.

And then I sighed some more as I was signing my new lease in a few days' time, having spoken with Porter, my new landlord, and his boyfriend who had claws and fangs- after so much time spent around Odette's, I didn't even blink. The couple liked me enough to extend a secure but flexible offer and some furniture to choose from the attic where they kept the spares.

I quite liked the large, vintage couch I placed next to the wide bow windows in the living room. The floors were hardboard and well-kept, the walls a nice, homely shade of green and Porter didn't mind any new holes in them that might arise from hanging up decorations. I scheduled a thrift crawl at the next possible opportunity, happy with the "good employee" bonus Odette had given me after I sealed the deal.

My stuff was boxed up, a sleepless night and a call to a begrudging Jeremy to have a couple of days off to move; I was, thankfully, not late on my schedule and all that I had left was to rent a car to move the boxes of my things and the few pieces of furniture I had decided to keep - my haul in Porter's attic had been incredibly rewarding and my new apartment had all the basics to make it look like a warm, inviting bohemian home in a while.

My phone rang suddenly, startling interruption to the romcom I was watching as I ate my last lunch in my old apartment. "Hello?" I answered the number without looking.

"Hi, doll," Bucky's voice rang out cheerful. "A little witch told me you were moving. I thought you might need a hand?"

I blanked momentarily, the thought of enlisting two very busy super-soldiers to haul ten boxes and two endtables worth of stuff not having crossed my mind at all. "Is this the moment when you stop by my house just to unattach and put your prosthetic arm somewhere and leave?" I asked, hearing distinctive snickering - several more people were with him.

The cheer in his voice blossomed into a full belly laugh. "You're funny," he teased me. "And thanks for the idea. But no, I have a room full of men that have nothing better to do but get on my nerves. Might as well make 'em useful," his accented drawl thickened the more we spoke. Muted cheers rang out in the background.

"Uh, sure," who was I to look a gift horse in the mouth? I rattled off my address and warned them I didn't have a car, after which Bucky assured me it will be taken care of. The last remaining knick-knacks packed away, I went down to take out the trash, and returned to four people standing in front of my apartment building, all except one unrecognisable in their civilian clothes. "Hello," I waved at them, side-eyeing the tallest, grumpiest man of the bunch.

Stephen Strange was there, looking around curiously, hands in the pockets of his plain grey hoodie. I had already forgotten how normal he looked without his robes, and, frankly speaking, I preferred him like that. His title and the attire that came with it were quite intimidating.

"Hey there," a dark-skinned man who I recognised to be the Falcon, raised his hand. I had not met him yet. "I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. You must be the Star we're helping?" His quick once-over and the tilt to his lips; the ease with which he flirted had me brandishing smirks of my own. I led them all upstairs, Stephen's silence being just so loud. Sam, however, had no such reservations. "So, you're a witch, right?" Wow, subtlety was his middle name.

"Yes, I'll show you my broomstick," I deadpanned, wiggling my eyebrows at him with a grim look.

"Woah woah," Sam raised his hands as the three men behind us snickered loudly. "What happened to 'how are you? let's have dinner sometime'?"

I did my best imitation of an evil cackle as I let them through my front door. The four newcomers looked around my nearly empty apartment with muted interest before zeroing in on the pile of things in the corner: a few pieces of furniture and nearly taped boxes. Should be a walk in the park for four men.

A hand on my arm pulled me from the stupor of observing Sam, Bucky and Steve act like a well-oiled trio, bantering and teasing each other as they discussed how to best move the things.

"Look," Stephen Strange had all the appearance of a chastised puppy. "I wanted to apologize for my behaviour that day. I was out of line," the low notes in his voice made the appearance of the apology being somewhat reluctant. Tony probably put him to it after our little burger run.

Irregardless, I wasn't looking to make any enemies. "Me too, I was under stress - not that I'm using it as an excuse," to give where it's due, I nodded at the sorcerer, immediately awestruck by the easy, boyish smile that stretched on his lips.

"You are strong," he added. "If you would like to learn our ways, we would welcome you." There was a spark in his eyes, something belonging to man that respected and collected knowledge. My own respect for him grew immensely just from that one thing.

"I'll think about it," I offered amicably, however, I still leaned heavily towards a negative answer to that particular proposition. I liked my current way of life.

Strange's grin made a momentary second appearance, until Sam's voice rang loudly: "Fire in the hole, Wizard-man," causing the former to groan loudly and look at me.

"Think about your new place for a second," he spoke, briefly touching out fingertips. As soon as that was over, a golden circle with my new living room on the other side of it appeared quietly, Strange's hands immediately going back into his pockets after that. I sighed and pointed the men into it, stepping in a second after. The sorcerer wasn't far behind. "You could learn that, too, you know," he added wryly, having seen my look of mild envy directed at him.

"I think I'll be good with having the 'pissed off the sorcerer Supreme and lived' pass for now," I retorted with an eyeroll, turning around to stare him down.

He had the decency to look somewhat sheepish, at least. "I'm not like my predecessor," his words were chosen carefully. "And, to be honest, I have no clue as to why your... Boss is so hostile towards me- us," Strange looked around the room before unceremoniously beelining for the couch and plopping down on it.

"Not to be a gossip," I started, slightly intrigued. "But Odette and some lady she called ancient had mad beef," I slipped into casual language easily, trying to recall the details of Odette's, quite often jumbled, stories. "Sounded almost like territorial disputes," I shrugged. "And the apprentices Odette took on before me found themselves in all kinds of compromising situations," I chewed on my lip. "Like the Arctic."

Strange rubbed his face with a noisy groan, large hands doing nothing to mask the resignation and slight embarrassment.

I focused on the thin, red scars on his hands - they had to have been something serious, the way slight tremors betrayed the deteriorating state of the nerves in his fingers. I frowned, quickly averting my gaze before he could catch me ogling him. The fact thag Stephen kept his hands in his pockets or covered by gloves at all times didn't go over my head.

He muttered something to himself, something that sounded like he was often forced to clean up his predecessor's mess. "I see," was the only thing he'd offered me, looking slightly pitiful and apologetic.

"Well," I started, noting the last of my stuff was about to be in its rightful place, "as long as you don't toss me into the ocean, I think we can coexist peacefully."

"Tony would kill me if I'd tried," Stephen groused.

"Probably," I agreed. "Considering the fact he hit on me, for you, it would make one hell of a lover's quarrel," my hand pointed towards the kitchen as Steve and Sam carried in the boxes aptly labeled "kitchen", looking around a place to put them down.

"Tony did what now?" Stephen's tone dropped, a wry smirk decorating his lips as he eyed me through his lashes.

"Don't ask me," I raised my palms, feeling my eyes widen. "He's chaos personified and Satan only knows what he's got on his mind."

That squeezed a laugh out of the tall man, followed by a fond, sappy smile as he looked out of my large, panoramic window, probably thinking of Tony himself. There was no doubt, Stephen Strange was utterly and throughly head over heels in love with Tony Stark. Good for them, good for them.

"A-and that's it," Bucky walked in, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel I'd provided them earlier. "I took some liberties and assembled the furniture, Steve is stacking the dishes as we speak," the brunette noisily plopped down next to me, arm carelessly thrown behind me on the back of the couch.

"Oh, um," I stammered, unused to such random gestures of kindness. "Thanks a lot, you saved me a day's worth of time and a backache," I smiled, scooting over to make some room for Sam.

"No problem, not like we had anything better to do than argue which part of the Lord of the Rings is the best," Wilson rolled his eyes, elbowing Bucky none-too-gently.

Bucky elbowed back, thus starting a horsing war between the two, causing me to scoot closer to Stephen as I attempted to avoid any flailing limbs; the sorcerer and I shared an identical, perplexed sigh as to how two grown men could easily bait each other into such juvenile behaviour.

Whatever. It was kind of endearing.

Steve emerged from the kitchen dusty but smiling, having heard the commotion, and quickly herded his guys into a semblance of decent behaviour before all of three of them left, leaving me and Stephen to go back to my old apartment and give the keys to it to the guard. That was done, too, and a portal from an alley behind my old building straight into my living room had me and Strange awkwardly hovering, saying out goodbyes and waving to each other as the golden circle rapidly shrunk in size and disappeared, golden sparks scattering across my living room carpet for a short second before they fizzled out, too.

I used the brief moment of respite to find the small piece of paper containing the rules Porter had insisted I read and take seriously; figuring it might be a good idea to give them a read before beginning to unpack, I popped open a bottle of soda, holding the itemized list written in neat cursive to my face.

The further I read, the further my eyebrows rose:

"1. Keep your door locked at all times.

2. If a person knocks on your door claiming to be the mail man, do not open the door under any circumstances. You are free to ignore the knocking - it only lasts a minute or so. After the person has left, you may open the door and check for any packages.

3. If Samantha from 3B visits you and asks you to babysit, you may do so at your personal discretion. Her twins are a handful and their daily habits are not for the ones with a weak stomach, however, they mean nothin ill and will not harm you in any way.

4. Do not use the elevator between the hours of 1 and 4 AM.

5. There are no apartments under number "7". If someone claiming to be from those apartments knocks on your door and requests entry, come up with a polite excuse to decline and send me a text message. I will take care of it.

6. There is no garden on the premises of this building. If a man approaches you, claiming to be a gardener, don't interact with him and simply walk away. He will leave you alone.

7. You may meet a girl in a polka-dot dress playing in the hallways or in the stairwell. This is Lucy. Always be polite to Lucy - you won't like what will happen if you're rude to her. She does not talk but she knows limited ASL and may request to visit you. Allow her in ONLY if you have fresh meat in your fridge (beef or mutton, preferably bloody). You might want to avoid seeing her eat, however, it might be very beneficial to make friends with Lucy. She knows a lot of things.

8. If, when taking the stairs, you encounter inconsistent numeration of the floors, such as floor 2 followed by floor 5 and etc, simply walk a flight back. It will sort itself out. The building is old and sometimes it gets confused.

Important notice: these rules apply to your guests as well. Please make sure to introduce and educate them on these matters. We will help as much as we can should a situation arise but ultimately, there are fates far worse than an untimely, however swift, death.

- Porter and Lance."

A slow, creeping dread began to gnaw at my nape, curling on like a cold snake deep in chest. As if laughing at me, the warm, welcoming embrace of the green walls and the toothy, wide smiles my landlords had given me encouraged my recently found sense of adventure, all of it mixing into a cacophony of exhilaration and unease, equally steadily driving my running brain insane.

I sighed again, immediately going to the box containing my altar and the rest of the protective items. So much for peace.

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ariparri · 3 years

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Fluff Alphabet - Glitter Bomb

At long last, here's the fluff alphabet for Carson and Tulip!

I wanted to get this done first before finishing up the stuff for Isa and the other au ships.

I'm still practicing with moodboards since I'm not good at making them. This is the second one I made for Glitter Bomb because I wasn't happy with the first one.

DieRuca Fluff Alphabet

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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Carson finds Tulip eccentricity. He just loves how she isn't afraid to be herself. He loves a person with confidence, high self esteem and prides their own intelligence. He just finds that extremely attractive. Anybody can have a pretty face, but if the personality is terrible then everything else gets ruled out.

Tulip finds Carson, himself as a whole, attractive. She loves his style, the way he dresses like he's part of some band that plays in their garage and how he doesn't care if his style doesn't match. But what she finds most attractive is his humor and his laugh. Carson has a contagious laughter, and she's always finding herself laugh along with him even when she's trying to be serious. She just loves it, his sense of humor is great and his laugh always seems to brighten up everyone's mood.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Carson didn't really think about actually having kids. He did say that if he ever got a daughter, he would name her after his mother. Tulip at the time didn't see herself being a mother. She always saw herself to be more of an independent woman with her own ideals and goals. They both talked about it every now and then, both agreeing they weren't in any rush to settle down and have kids. That was until Tulip had an unplanned pregnancy and the topic of kids was brought up again. While Calum wasn't planned at the start, they both agree it would be nice to have a kid and see how things go about from there. After a while of thinking about children, Carson was getting a little too excited and that excitement was starting to rub off on Tulip. She eventually couldn't wait to have their first child.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

The preferred position they cuddle in is the sweetheart cradle. Carson would lie on his back and hold onto Tulip while she rests her head on his chest. Another position they cuddle in is the arm draper. They'll both lie on the bed, facing each other with their arms draped over the other. They're also fond of resting their head on the other's lap. Especially when it involves horror movie marathons and Carson just relaxes his head on Tulip's lap and she starts scratching his head. It's a soothing feeling.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Dates can be wild for Carson and Tulip. They have a poster full of date ideas and they choose five from the list before placing those ideas on a dart board for them to hit a target. Each gets three darts and whatever idea gets the most hits that's the date they go on.

A couple favorites are paintball or laser tag. They enjoy having a bit of a competitive game as a date, it makes it more fun and exciting. Another favorite is where they go thrift shopping and pick out each other's outfit to wear on the date. Tulip picked out a nice long rainbow skirt to match with a neon green crop top for Carson while he picked out anything in yellow.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

Tulip: You are the spark to my flame

Carson: You are my twin flame

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Carson realized he was in love with Tulip when Jae and Diego joked about how he and Tulip were always budding heads. Carson claims it as a simple rivalry on who was the better prankster of the two. Not satisfied with his answer, Jae and Diego pressed on. It eventually got to Carson spouting on and on about how ridiculous Tulip can be, before he started trailing off to all the things he liked about her. He kept going on until he noticed the looks on his friends' faces and realized just exactly what he was talking about. It didn't take too long until Jae slaps his back and loudly announces that he was a lovestruck fool.

Tulip was quick to realize her feelings for Carson. She found out she liked Carson more than a friend when he was hanging out with another girl for some time. She didn't even know why she felt bothered by it till Tonks just bluntly told her that she was falling for Carson. She of course was in denial for some time. But when Carson went out on another date with this girl, it was clearly obvious that Tulip was in fact jealous and in love with Carson. But all that jealous tension quickly died down when Carson introduced the girl as his cousin who was visiting from Scotland. Tonks couldn't stop laughing and she never let Tulip live it down.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Being quite the charmer, Carson can be gentle. It's in his words and gestures. He always addresses Tulip in terms of endearment and when he does, his voice is tender and filled with so much love and emotion. Carson gives great foot massages, so he always gives Tulip a massage whether or not she asks for one.

Tulip's a bit more forward with her affection, most of it is done through actions than words. Whenever Carson is sitting down and Tulip is standing behind him, she'll place her hands on his shoulders and give him a gentle massage. Head scratches are another thing she often does for him whenever they're both just lounging about in the comfort of their own home.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

The way they hold hands often involves being wrapped around one another. They'll be sitting next to each other and Carson will have his arm draped over Tulip's shoulder and she'll reach her hand up to hold his own. The other one is similar to this but instead of sitting, they're standing. One of them will be behind the other, arms wrapped around their body while the other's arms are crossed to intertwine their hands.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

At first, they were both annoyed with each other. They practically challenged the other every chance they got when it came to pranks. It wasn't until Veruca asked them for help with Filch when they decided to put aside their differences and work together. They were pretty amazed with how well they both were able to work together and combine their own preferred pranks into one mega bomb. Both Carson and Tulip had some new found respect for each other after this prank and often pair up to create big pranks.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes. Both of them can get jealous. When Carson gets jealous, he can throw a little temper tantrum and Veruca ends up being on the receiving end of it. He would eventually step in and tell the person to back off. If they can't get the hint, well Carson's old tricks come into play and if Dennis also doesn't like the person he joins in. Carson can be a bit of a mopy cry baby though and would get a little clingy when Tulip realizes what's going on.

When Tulip gets jealous, she broods about it for a moment before setting up a mega dungbomb in the person's belongings. After hearing a loud explosion and seeing them run off screaming, Tulip is satisfied with the turn of events. Especially when Carson comes by to see it happen and he just burst out laughing. He pretty much knows who was responsible but feigned ignorance when asked about it.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Their first kiss had a bit of an outside help. On their second date, being paintball war, Dennis tagged along for the fun. It ended with Tulip getting the most hits on Carson. They were in the middle of talking where Carson was congratulating her, until Dennis basically jumped into the back of Carson's head pushing him forward, making him kiss Tulip. They pulled apart, a little awkwardly if it wasn't for the smug mocking croak coming from Dennis. Carson clearly wasn't amused but Tulip pulled him in for another kiss.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

While Carson does like to express his affections towards Tulip, he's never actually said that he loved her before. Tulip didn't seem to mind since she was perfectly fine with how they express their affection. It wasn't until seeing just how romantically sappy Diego and Veruca were and how Jae points out that they haven't said it to each other yet. During one of their night outs to the bar they frequent, Diego and Veruca announce they finally started dating. In the middle of the excitement, Carson pulls Tulip closer to him and finally says those three magical words. It may not be romantically special, but it was perfect to them.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

Carson's favorite memory together was during the Celestial Ball. Tulip didn't have a date, and while Carson didn't go with anyone either, he promised her a dance. After Carson went through his rounds dancing with everyone who attended the ball alone, it was Tulip's turn to dance with him. He wasn't used to her dressing up, so seeing her in a dress was a nice surprise. They both had a fun time just laughing and dancing the night away.

Tulip's favorite memory of them together involved filling the entire Ravenclaw common room full of glitter and dungbomb filled balloons. They set it up to it popping on the dungbombs time, so everyone caught in the room were covered in glitter and dungbomb stench. The amount of trouble and the looks on everyone's faces were the highlights of that day. Even when they were in detention they couldn't stop laughing, Flitwick had to extend their punishment time.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

At the start of their relationship, Carson went all out with the tulip and balloon bouquets. It had to take Dennis biting onto him or croaking in refusal to get Carson to stop spoiling Tulip with all the bouquets. Other than the bouquets, Carson does buy her a lot of outfits that accentuate her figure, or even pins and necklaces from Zonko's as a reminder of her love for pranks.

Whenever Tulip is out and she happens to see some band merchandise, especially for bands Carson loves, she'll buy some for him. She buys mostly for the shirts and bandanas than the posters and pins. Carson definitely prefers them since they're everyday uses. Although she buys them for him, she sometimes steals the shirts whenever they're going to bed.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Red reminds Carson of Tulip all because of her hair. Every time he finds anything red, he instantly thinks it would look great on Tulip, something that would compliment her natural beauty.

Fuschia reminds Tulip of Carson. Despite blue being a color Carson often wears, his favorite color is fuschia. She's often reminded of the pink colored shirts he likes to wear with the Twisted Sister logo on them. Whenever she finds something completely ridiculous in that color, she'd send him a picture of it with the caption "This is clearly you"

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Carson likes to use many names for Tulip. Most common one would be Cherry for her hair. Other names he calls her are Babes, Cuddle Cakes, My Flame, Hotness, and Troublemaker. He also started calling themselves the Gruesome Twosome after Tulip's mother called them out of slight annoyance.

Tulip doesn't often use pet names, but when she does it's a mix between Dream Boy, Hot Stuff, Muffinhead, and Prince Charming. She mostly uses them as a way to tease him or feign annoyance with him.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Carson has a collection of old VHS movies. He usually keeps them displayed but some nights they'll have an old movie marathon. With Tulip, she sometimes challenges herself with watching the sunset and the sunrise in one day. She isn't entirely a morning person, so to watch the sunrise at least once every now and then can be a fun way to challenge herself to get out of bed. Carson sometimes joins her in this little activity.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

On a rainy day when both of them are simply bored, they'll sit on the sofa while slow music plays in the background and they're drinking hot chocolate. On other rainy days, they would go out and have a little water day. They'll chase each other around and jump around in puddles.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Dennis usually gets involved when Tulip is sad. If Carson's hot chocolate or blueberry muffins don't help comfort her, Dennis will jump onto Carson and stick his tongue into Carson's ear. He'll latch onto him and cause Carson to start shuffling around trying to get the darn toad off of him. Surely enough, Tulip will start laughing at them.

When Carson is sad, Tulip sometimes brings out the board games or turns on the ghost hunting channel. She also tries to make the blueberry muffins his mother often makes for him. Sadly, she isn't much of a cook so she makes a huge mess in the kitchen. Carson walks in to see Tulip close to having a crisis in the kitchen before bursting out in laughter and he's suddenly in a better mood. He then rushes to help her clean up and then bake the muffins with her.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Sometimes they talk about their families. While Tulip can be a little annoyed by her parents, Carson distracts her by talking about how his mother wear a dress when he was five. They often talk about past prank wars and old memories. Tulip likes to bring up all the times Carson cried about puffskeins just appearing out of nowhere, embarrassing him just a little bit.

Date ideas often come up, and whatever isn't on their date list they'll talk about it before adding it to the list.

They also love to reminisce about the times they annoy both Chester and Andre. Carson just has crazy fashion ready for when Andre wants to use him as a model and the atrocity he has to face when Carson comes out with the most ridiculous outfit.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Carson is actually a fan of health and skin care, so coming home to see Tulip having the face masks out he tosses his work to the side and throws himself onto the sofa to ready for some relaxation. They both also listen to music and well, sing together. Most of the music they listen to range from 80s rock, pop, funk, and a little bit of R&B and Jazz. Two terrible singers paired together so perfectly, neighbors must hate them. Carson also plays the violin if Tulip is having a stress day. The melodious sound that comes from the instrument helps soothe her from getting a headache.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

They both like to show off their intelligence, which usually comes into play with their pranks. They try to one up the other by performing a prank that can be seen as more superior than the other.

They also like to show each other off. Mainly when someone tries to bring down the other, they'll start singing a bunch of praises and all the accomplishments their partner has done. They're kind of the jealous, boasting couple.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Yes. You know that meme on Proposal Instructions? This one.

These were clearly joke proposals they both did just to get a laugh out of each other.

It was also a double proposal. On one of their dates to a paintball park, they invited a few friends for a group date. They were all pretty much in on the plan but didn't know the other half had the same idea. Tulip was the first to propose which made Carson stop and go, "Are you freaking serious?" before pulling out the ring to propose to her with. Everyone got a good laugh out of it.

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starships

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Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Tulip at first didn't think much about it. But after both of them did joke proposals the thought has definitely crossed her mind. Just like Tulip, Carson didn't really think much of marriage until he and Tulip have been dating for a while. It definitely would be a dream to be married and it would make his parents, especially his mother, proud.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Carson absolutely doesn't want a pet. Tulip already has Dennis and he is the only one that Carson is willing to tolerate. And Tulip is perfectly fine with just having Dennis as a pet. That is of course until they have Raylene and she wanted to keep a piglet they found hurt in the woods while on a camping trip. At first Carson wasn't a fan of it, but the puppy eye look his daughter was giving him made him cave.

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spacesuitsforemergency · 4 years

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The Rise Of Iron Maiden

Chapter 5: The Return of Iron Maiden

Word Count: 2.9k

Originally Requested by: @amateurwriterbigdreamer

Previous Chapter: Failure to Launch

Next Chapter: Whatever it Takes

A/N: hope y’all don’t mind it from Tye’s POV, it just adds to the story and develops his character. Y/N gets her character arc going too towards the end.

5 YEARS LATER

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Tye sighed in boredom as he wandered around the halls of the Avengers Compound, his home for 8 years now. He was 21 now, legally an adult. He could’ve gotten his own place 3 years ago, but he felt he would truly be alone if he did that. You lived with your parents and younger sister in the countryside, your dad wanting to isolate you from the hero life. This meant Tye hadn’t seen you for almost two years now, his only friend left was taken from him. He knew Tony didn’t mean any harm, he just wanted his daughter safe, but it still confused him.

Tye was always confused these days. He lived with Natasha Romanoff at the Compound, the only one left that was willing to stay with him. Clint had disappeared off the face of the planet, despite not being taken in the Snap. Tye was lost without his own best friend, Jaime Reyes. Jaime and him stuck together no matter what, and Tye never knew what to do without him. He was confused, on why the world seemed to take everything away from him. His mother, his father, his grandpa, his best friends, his team, his mentors...

“...Will you find out where he's going next?” Natasha asks holographic Rhodey. Tye realized he walked into the meeting room, where Natasha was having her weekly check in with the other teams.

“Nat...” Rhodey trailed off.

“Please.” She took a shaky breath.

“...okay...” Rhodey nodded, saw Tye, then cut off his side of the connection.

Nat started to cry miserably, and Tye didn’t know whether to make his presence known or just leave. He decided on the latter, turning to walk out silently.

“Tye?”

Tye winced, feeling like he was intruding. He turned slowly, a pang of sadness stinging through him when he saw the sorrow in Natasha’s eyes.

“Nat, Uh...Sorry, I didn’t mean to just barge in-“

“It’s okay.” She chuckled, wiping her eyes. “You want some dinner?”

“Uh...no, I’m good.” Tye shook his head, seeing the half eaten PB&J on her desk. “See you’re eating healthy.”

“Oh, what’s the point of keeping up a proper diet anyways?” She laughed, despite the few tears rolling down her face.

“Good point.” He cracked a grin, which she rarely saw the young man do. “So...anything bad happening anywhere?”

“No. Everything seems under control.” Nat shook her head. “Why? You worried about something?”

“It’s nothing, mom.” Tye shook his head. When he didn’t get any response, he looked up from staring at the floor, seeing Natasha staring in surprise at him. “What?”

“You called me mom.” She said, the shock evident in her voice.

“I did? Oh...uh...sorry, I didn’t mean to it just kinda-“ he started to awkwardly walk away.

“No no no!” She stood up, clearing her throat and a smile spreading across her face. “It Uh...you think of me as a mom?”

“I mean...yeah.” Tye mumbled, embarrassed. He wasn’t used to letting his emotions or thoughts be exposed like this. “You practically raised me ever since I got...stuck here. I’ve always looked up to you.”

“That...really?” She smiled wider, tears running down her face again.

“Oh don’t cry! This is sappy enough as it is!” Tye grumbled as Natasha laughed at his reaction. She rounded the desk and pulled him into a hug, Tye stiffening at first. He eventually grew comfortable enough to hug her back, feeling safe in her arms. It reminded him of his mother’s hugs, but somehow Natasha’s were more...genuine. Loving. It was nice. Something Tye wasn’t used to.

“I’ll tell you a secret, kid.” She ruffled his hair as she pulled back. “I’ve always wanted a son, and I am so happy you’re the one.”

“Okay, that’s enough love and affection for one night, Nat.” Tye shuddered, making her laugh again.

“Don’t you mean mom?” She teased.

The mother and son (sort of) whipped around when a hologram popped up, seeing footage of what looked to be a security camera.

“Oh! Hi. Hi! Is anyone home? This is Scott Lang. We met a few years ago, at the airport? In Germany? I got really big, and I had my mask on. You wouldn't recognize me.” Scott Lang, AKA Ant Man waved at the camera.

“Is this an old message?” Tye asked.

“It’s the front gate.” Nat stared in disbelief.

“Ant Man? Ant Man, I know you know that. I need to talk to you guys.” Scott shouted.

Nat typed a few things into a control panel, and the door opened. Scott looked between the camera and the door for a moment before finally letting himself in. Scott found his way to where they were standing, in complete shock. Scott Lang was supposed to be dust right now, along with half the universe.

“Scott? Are you okay?” Tye asked the man, now nervously pacing.

“Yeah. Fine. So you do know me? Or are you just going with the name I gave you?” Scott asked.

“No uh, my friends broke into your house a few years ago. Before the Snap, remember a guy in a spider suit and another in a beetle suit?”

“Right! The Bug Squad!” Scott smiled excitedly. “That was so cool.”

“Scott, focus.”

“Right. Have you guys studied Quantum Physics?”

“Only to make conversation.” Nat said, though neither guy could tell if she was joking.

“Sorry, no.” Tye pursed his lips.

“Alright. So... five years ago, right before Thanos, I was in a place called the Quantum Realm. The Quantum Realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there, you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she's my...She was my...She was supposed to pull me out. And then Thanos happened, and I got stuck in there.” Scott explained.

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been a long five years.” Nat said.

“Yeah, but that's just it. It wasn't. For me, it was five hours.” Scott shook his head rapidly. Tye looked at his mom, bewildered.

“See, the rules of the Quantum Realm aren't like they are up here. Everything is unpredictable. Is that anybody's sandwich? I'm starving.” Scott asked, already shoving half of it into his mouth.

“Scott, what are you talking about?” Tye asked, crossing his arms.

“What I'm saying is, time works differently in the Quantum Realm. The only problem is right now, we don't have a way to navigate it. But what if we did? I can't stop thinking about it. What if, we could somehow control the chaos, and we could navigate it? What if there was a way to enter the Quantum Realm at a certain point in time but then exit at another point in time? Like... Like before Thanos.” Scott slowly explained, motioning wildly with his hands.

“Wait, are you talking about a time machine? Like from Back to the Future?” Tye raised his eyebrows.

“No. No, of course not. No, not a time machine. It's more like a... Yeah, a time machine. I know it's crazy. But I can't stop thinking about it. There's gotta be some way...There's gotta be...some w... it's crazy.” Scott rambled.

“Scott, I get e-mails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy anymore.” Natasha scoffed.

“So who do we need to talk to about this?” Scott asked them. Nat and Tye exchanged glances again, both knowing the answer.

•

You tapped your fingers impatiently on your windowsill, looking out the window of your bedroom.

You had received a text from Tye Longshadow for the first time in months, and they were coming to your house. You were sworn to secrecy, so that your dad couldn’t prepare for the attack. You were anxious, wanting to see them so bad.

Your dad had isolated you from anything that had to do with being Iron Maiden. That included a lot of people in your life. You were mad at your dad, for taking you away from what little you had left. You missed Tye, you missed Natasha and Steve, and Rhodey and Dr. Banner. Thor and Clint, even though they weren’t really around anymore. Even Nebula and the rude raccoon. You were forbidden from putting on the Iron Maiden suit, and you didn’t know why you listened to him. You were an adult, you could make your own decisions. Plus, you’d never listened to him before. Maybe you listened this time because the guilt of not listening before the Snap dragged you down. But it also dragged you down as a person. You weren’t as happy or sarcastic anymore, you’d lost the classic Stark Charm™️.

You looked at the photos on your window sill, smiling sadly as you reminisced about what felt like your past life. One photo was you and your team after your first official Avengers permitted mission, all beat up and tired, sitting at a pizza booth. The other was of you and Peter in middle school, holding the first prize ribbon of the science fair. The last was of you and Eduardo, the love of your life. Peter had snuck a picture of you two sitting across from each other at a diner, smiling and looking into each other’s eyes. Your fingers were intertwined in the picture, and all you wanted to do was feel his hand in yours again. To hear his voice in person, not just from old videos. To smell the scent of his fancy cologne. To look into his beautiful, big brown eyes. To feel his lips on yours...

You look up when you see a black Audi pull into your driveway, and you bolt downstairs. Your mother was thankfully working in her office, so you didn’t get scolded for running in the house. You ran down the gravel pathway, passed your dad and little sister, running to your last friend standing. He let you hug him, and to your surprise he hugged you back.

“Good to see you.” You say as you pull away from Tye.

“Yeah, you too.” He nodded.

“You still wear a headband, I see.” You grin teasingly.

“You still haven’t gotten taller, I see.” He retorted.

•

“Now, we know what it sounds like...” Scott trailed off after the heroes explained their (currently) hypothetical plan to you and Tony.

“Tony, Y/N, after everything you've seen, is anything really impossible?” Steve asked. He knew you had taken up your time studying everything, following your father’s footsteps.

“Quantum fluctuation messes with the Planck Scale, which then triggers the Deutsch Proposition.” You mumble, lost in thought.

“Can we agree on that?” Tony asked his fellow Avengers. They all look at each other, clueless. “In Layman's terms, it means you're not coming home.”

“I did.” Scott shrugged as Tony handed them drinks.

“No, you accidentally survived. It's a billion to one cosmic fluke. And now you wanna pull off a...What do you call it?”

“A time heist?” Scott suggested, a goofy grin on his face.

“Yeah, a time heist. Of course, why didn't we think of this before? Oh, because it's laughable? Because it's a pipedream?” Your dad scoffed.

“The Stones are in the past. We can go back and get them.” Tye explained.

“We can snap our own fingers. We can bring everyone back.” Natasha added.

“Or screw it up worse than he already has, right?” Tony raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe we would.” Steve said confidentially.

“Gotta say, sometimes I miss that giddy optimism. However, high hopes won't help if there's no logical, tangible way for me to safely execute said time heist. I believe the most likely outcome would be our collective demise.” Tony ranted.

“Not if we strictly follow the rules of time travel. That means no talking to our past selves, no betting on sporting events-“ Tye listed.

“I'm gonna stop you right there, Tye. Are you seriously telling me that your plan to save the universe is based on Back To The Future?” Tony asked his ex-mentee. “God, I’m gone for a couple years and you start saying stupid shit like this?”

“...no.” Him and Scott mumbled in unison.

“Good. You had me worried there. 'Cause that'd be horse shit. That's not how quantum physics works.”

“Tony...We have to take a stand.” Natasha tried to persuade him.

“We did stand. And yet, here we are.”

“I know you got a lot on the line. You got a wife, daughters. But I lost someone very important to me. A lot of people did.” Scott said desperately. “And now, now we have a chance to bring her back. To bring everyone back. And you're telling me that won't even...”

“That's right, Scott, I won't even. I have kids.”

As if on cue, Morgan runs out onto the porch, your dad picking her up.

“Mommy told me to come and save you.” She said shyly, weary of the new faces.

“Good job. I'm saved.” Tony kisses her on the head as he picked her up, before turning back to the heroes. “I wish you'd come here to ask me something else. Anything else. Honestly, I...I missed you guys, it was...Oh, and table's set for seven.”

“Tony, I get it. And I'm happy for you, I really am. But this is a second chance.” Steve tried to reason with him.

“I got my second chance right here, Cap. I can't roll the dice again. If you don't talk shop, you can stay for lunch.” Tony said, and it stung when he didn’t point to you too. You watch him leave, ignoring his orders to come inside.

“I’m in.” You tell them.

“Won’t your dad...?” Natasha trailed off.

“He’s not in control of me.” You shook your head. “If there’s even the slightest chance this will work, I’m in.”

“It’ll definitely work if we have a Stark with us.” Scott grinned.

“Glad to have you back, Iron Maiden.” Steve pat your shoulder.

You smile, not hearing yourself be referred to by that name in such a long time. It made your heart fill with pride, and fueled your determination.

“Y/N Stark.” Tony said from the doorway.

“Don’t leave without me.” You tell them, glaring at your father as you push past him.

“Y/N, where are you going?” Your dad demanded.

“With them.” You spat as he follows you upstairs. “I’m going to try. Unlike you, I have hope.”

“It’s not that I don’t have hope. I just can’t risk any of this.” Tony insisted.

“Any of what? What kind of life is this, dad? Sure it’s great for you, but did you ever stop to look at it from my perspective?” You ask as you grab a bag from under your bed, tossing your photos from the windowsill into it.

“All I’ve ever done is protect you.” Your dad says through his teeth. “Why are you doing this? To get back at me?”

“No dad! I’m doing this because I want everyone back! This is my chance to save everyone! It’s my fault Thanos did this in the first place! If I was stronger, Eduardo would still be here! Peter! Jaime! Bucky! Wanda! The Guardians! Doctor Strange! Sam! Don’t you care about any of them?”

“Of course I care about them! But I care about my family more!”

“They’re my family!” You yell at him, the frustration that you’ve been bottling up for years finally pouring out.

“So that’s it?” Your dad scoffs and shakes his head in disappointment. “What if you screw this up? Huh? What if you make things worse. You’re willing to risk your mother’s life? Your little sisters, for your boyfriend?”

“You know what? Yes.” You snap, zipping your bag up and tossing it over your shoulder. “Not just for him. For everyone. For my life. I want my life back, and apparently that’s something you can’t give me.”

You storm out of your room and down the stairs, seeing Morgan sitting at the table, eating lunch. She grins when she sees you, looking at your bag.

“Where are you going?” She asked as you walked over and kneeled next to her seat.

“I’m gonna go see some old friends for a little bit. Think you can hold down the fort around here?” You ask her.

“Yeah.” She smiled.

“Are you sure? It’s gonna be tough without me.” You tease her. “You’re gonna have to make sure daddy does the laundry right, you know how he always mixes up the soaps. And you have to make sure to save daddy from mommy’s scolding. Think you can take it, soldier?”

“I can take it.” She nodded happily.

“Alright.” You hug her. “Love you, kiddo. See ya later.”

“Bye.” She waved at you until you shut the door, and walked down to the car with the others.

“Iron Maiden and Apache Chief, back again.” Tye fist bumped you.

“Iron Maidens back in the game!” You cheer happily.

“He’s scared.” Natasha said to Steve and Scott.

“He’s not wrong.” Steve shrugged.

“Yeah, but I mean, what are we gonna do? We need him. I mean, we managed one Stark, but we need both. No offense, Ms. Tony Starks Daughter. What, are we gonna stop?” Scott rambled nervously.

“No, I wanna do it right. We're gonna need a really big brain.” Steve shook his head.

“Bigger than his?”

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Ship Questions: McReigns Edition 2

Who In Your Ship:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

It's who ever's less tired or just wants to. It's one of those things they just have to do and want to be over and done with.

Roman is a radio hog no matter if he's the one driving or not.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Roman's a foodie; he likes to know what all his options are. But a lot of the time he also wants to get something he knows he'll like. Drew finds it annoyingly endearing.

is more likely to get arrested?

...Drew. ...Just... sometimes certain types of people can really set him off and he gets a little... well, psycho. Great for in the ring... not so much in public.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Roman's not big on heights and crazy rides. Prefers the slower stuff. He can actually enjoy those and have fun. Rollercoasters aren't really Drew's thing either way, but he had fun goading Roman on to one once.

"C'mooon. You'll go against anyone and anything in the ring, but a little bumping does you in, Big Dog?"

"First of all, that isn't ''a little'' anything. Second, fine. But if I die I'm coming back to haunt you."

"Pffff. Noted."

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?

Roman. He loves animals. Especially Dogs. (So do his brothers Seth and Dean. They're all bad influences for each other. When it comes to them.) So what if they already have a pomeranian, two chihuahuas, and a house cat? What's one more cute and fluffy family member? I mean really?

It drives Drew up the wall, because the only one he can really tolerate is the cat (They have a shared understanding of each other) and they always have people coming to their door looking for their bloody animals.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

Roman. He's a total romantic. Mostly for the little shows of it. So the big things aren't something he needs all the time or even often. But there are times when the big ones go a long way with him.

Like they go out a lot, to just be together, however they don't really call them dates. It's just mutually nice. But sometimes Roman's bit by a love bug and wants a date date. And Drew obliges to keep the bf happy because he wants the bf happy.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious?

Neither one is really clumsy. In fact, for two behemoths, they're suprising graceful.

*picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Neither one really cares, but sometimes Drew takes it upon himself to be a little annoying. And then Roman will do the same next time to get him back for being a tit.

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react?

Oh man. Well seeing as he has a nice plug in Dean and Renee, Roman. Drew dosen't have anything against it he just happens to not do it. And Roman wanted to see him high sooooooo baaad.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves?

Roman, 'cause Drew likes a good scary movie. And it gives him a reason to curl up to him for comfort. (Which is also why Drew picks them in the first place a lot of the time.) Roman's ok with monster movies; you can physically fight monsters. It's the supernatural stuff that messes with him.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it?

Roman talks in his sleep. Mostly loving on his brothers, pets, or Drew in his sleep. Drew secretly loves it. It's pure and soft and for his eyes only. Especially when there are little moans mixed in. He has started something more than once, kissing Roman awake once he heard those.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go?

Roman wants allllll the kids ok. He has too much big dad energy to not want kids. It as to go somewhere. It'd be a long while before they have that conversation though. And Drew's gonna be caught off guard by it no matter when.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

Both have had to. For trying to fight idiots in public. Roman more so 'cause Drew has like zero patience for people's bullshit.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

YES. It's a dumb joke between them at this point.

Some of Roman's:

"You're evil cat has locked me out the bedroom. So now you're in the dog house. >:c"

"Looking for a tall unapproachable scary man. I'm very worried."

Some of Drew's:

"Here for The Big... Puppy. c:<"

"Looking for my lover. He's big, friendly, and will follow you if you give him food. I'm very not worried."

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Drew. Poor man. Roman will never let him live it down. ...But I mean who burns spaghetti that bad?????

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Roman, 'cause he likes to push Drew's buttons every chance he gets. Rile him up. He thinks he's hot when he's annoyed. ...Especially at him.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed?

Roman. He's a very sleepy boy.

They'll be watching a movie in the living room and Drew'll spot him nodding off.

"You better not be falling asleep. I am not carrying you to bed."

"Mmm.....zzzzzzz."

But then he dose. 'Cause he loooove hiiiimmmm.

is the little spoon when they cuddle?

Roman. Uhhhh he's baby??? And Drew pretty much makes sure of it for the most part. But there are times where Roman will snuggle up behind Drew and it's nice.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration?

Neither one. Storms are whatever.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin?

Both on occasions. Roman goes all out with a proper home cooked breakfast. Drew was very dimple-y that morning.

Drew went with pre-packaged muffins and yogurt. And Roman was just as touched by it.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Drew, but it depends. They both like working out but Roman can be a little lazy or in a mood about it. But by the end he'd have had a good time.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Roman loves emojis. More so when he finds out Drew hates excessive use of them. It got so bad Drew gave him a limit. No more than two per paragraph or "bad things will happen".

can never admit they’re wrong?

They both have their moments.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention?

Roman. Everytime he's caught Drew throws a mighty fit. But like the dogs are super cute????? And he wants to be close to them?????

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

Roman's more decorative, but nothing so extreme that Drew hates it. Actually Drew is the one with this lounge chair that's so god-awful that Roman would like to see it burned

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Drew. It's actually how he realized he was catching feelings for Roman? And Roman highkey likes seeing himself being fought over.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Drew, and Roman finds it very interesting at times.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

Roman. He gets very touchy-feely. Like more so than usual.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner?

When the joke or comeback is at the other's expense they laugh at their own joke. It's a hit or miss whether the other laughs at the joke or not.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Both. They really bring out the competitiveness out of each other.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Roman. He doesn't like when things aren't ok for too long.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Drew wouldn't be caught dead making or wearing a flower crown.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Either one. As long as it's not their wall. Roman expecially has too much pride in the house .

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Roman. He forgets 'cause Drew, Dean, and Seth are the usual ones he sends things he thinks are funny.

wears the others clothes the most?

Roman. 'Cause he can wear Drew's tops and bottoms. But they basically share pants at this point.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

They drive each other nuts with how much they mess with each other, already. Only a few times has it turned into a full-blown Prank War. Which Roman is really good at 'cause uhhhh Dean. Drew knows he can't win.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Drew. He loves throwing up sarcastic sickeningly sweet pet names. He knows how they sound coming from someone like him. And sometimes he'll say them close to Roman's ear just to see him squirm.

forgets their anniversary

Neither. But we're talking about the big ones.

Roman likes to keep track of the little ones. Ya know, just to think about and reminisce.

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means?

...Drew. It's something they really have to work on because it has caused a lot of fights. He just gets in these moods sometimes where he "thinks he knows best, and if you don't agree well then that's too damn bad". Roman's used to group compromise. So that kind of attitude get's right up Roman's nose, and he's too strong willed himself to deal with it so they clash.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower?

Roman. He'll be brushing his teeth and'll spot the mirror steaming back up from Drew showering and'll write something short and sweet like "love you ♡". And

Then while he's getting dressed Drew'll hug him and kiss his on the head. "You're cute."

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick their hands in the water?

Can I just take the time to say I loathe nasty ass dish water.

Neither really. But Drew really ain't about that life. "We have a dishwasher for a reason."

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Roman cannonballs without a second thought. He's so used to water. Drew prefers to test it first.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well?

If there's a bug it needs to go. Preferably with Drew dealing with it.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting?

Neither? If they do they don't annoy each other with it.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

It was surprisingly Drew. When they weren't at all together or even that friendly with each other but were sleeping together fairly regularly. ...It was a very confusing time. And something that had been bubbling up for awhile.

wins when they arm wrestle?

Ooooo. Oooooooooooo. They're 2-3 'cause Drew just broke the tie. But that's ok. Soon.

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Usually it's Roman. But everyone has had What Makes You Beautiful stuck in their head. Everyone. Even big ol' scary Drew.

"...Ar- Are you singing‐?"

"NO."

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Drew don't do selfies. Or at least not often. Roman doesn't either but they're fun with other people. Drew complains a lot but he does it in the end.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Roman. Beer and food make everything better.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts?

When they were apart Roman would always send good night texts. Later on Drew would send morning ones when ever they're apart.

can never admit that they were wrong?

Drew has his moments.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people?

Roman saw it in movie one year and suggested it. Half for as joke and half because he really wanted to. It'd be funny. ...Nice, maybe? Drew definitely asked when they turned into old people.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes?

Roman likes his "beauty sleep" and sleepin' in. Hates being woken up. Drew just likes to get his day started.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold?

Oh my god, Drew is the worst with this. It's always, "ahh, I'll be fine". But then not that long into whatever they're doing he'll sit and act like he's not cold, and Roman'll roll his eyes and pass him the extra jacket he brought.

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit?

Neither. Ok, occasionally Roman does some jesus cabbage with the boys. Drew dosen't get that hung up over it.

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Drew did. Once. And never again after. Roman had kittens he was so mad.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Roman. Drew likes to think he can remember everything. He can't.

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

They've done it so much it ain't anything nothing to either.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react?

They're both fond of jumping each other in uncompromising places. Especially in the beginning when they were just fooling around with each other.

plans a night of board games for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant?

When they do do date dates. It's because Drew knows Roman wants one. And good food goes a long way. But when they want something chill either one pulls out board games.

cries watching the news?

They don't watch the news. Or at least mainstream versions of it.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year?

Roman. Mostly when Drew does something extra soft towards him.

believes in aliens?

Drew. Roman doesn't think much of it. Or it kinda freaks him out if he thinks to much about it. The rare times they're all together and Dean and Drew aren't at each other throats, it's because they're talking about spoopy stuff like that. Roman is amazed every time.

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house?

Neither.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Drew would have had to really talk him on to it in the first place; he wouldn't be that mean. Maybe Drew would have at the beginning though, when they were enemies with benefits but was just starting to turn into something else.

is a terrible liar?

Ro can't lie to people he cares about to save his life. Baby feels soooo bad. And it's so visible.

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Drew. Everytime he sees it in s magazine. He thinks it's absolutely ridiculous how they say something different every time. How many meaning can they have? I mean really.

who panics when mercury goes into retrograde?

Neither even knows what that really means.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Drew. But then he'll see one that's wrestling related and they'll end up watching that.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next?

They aren't home enough for multiple projects. So they'll have one that'll last longer than it'd usually need to take.

uses all the hot water?

ROMAN. It's why Drew is is extra pissy when they have to get up but he doesn't get to the shower fast enough.

"It's all that blood hair you have!"

is the shower person? whose the bath person?

They both like shower. They're quick and they have places to be. But when they have the time Roman suggests a nice long soak together. Helps with soreness sometimes.

is most likely to be unfaithful?

Neither. But if we're looking for angst... Roman might... accidentally... fool around with Dean... or Seth... or something. Maybe there was some pinning on one of there sides. But they were supposed to be just bros. They had some drinks and it just happened? I don't know but drama. Angst.

Bonus:

what is your otps song?

The Mighty Fall In Love by Fall Out Boy

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not?

Yeah. I like to think everyone's chill. But there's always room for angst there.

whose friends do they hang out with more?

Roman's. Drew don't really have friend friends.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating?

Being together just sort of came up and bit them in the ass. They have no idea how or when it happened but they have allll the feelings now so fuck it.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk?

They either go to each other's families, their friend's, or just have a little thing for themselves. Roman has a ball cooking special things for them.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess?

Roman named his pomeranian Tiger, and his chihuahua Tiny and his smaller chihuahua Mini. He baby talks to him a lot.

Drew is just as bad with his two black cats. He just refuses to admit it. He named them Max and Monty.

Y'all I'm bad with names. I donno.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control?

They both have a strong need to control things. And it's amplified when things go wrong so they clash there at times too.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other?

Instant mutual dislike. But strangely attracted.

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights?

Control. They're both so stubborn and strong willed it causes a lot of friction at times.

Or Drew's refusal to get along with Dean and vice versa.

Inspo (x)

#this. took. so. l o n g.#probably ain't that good but here it is.#roman reigns #drew mcintyre #mcreigns #wwe #ship questions

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brevelilium · 5 years

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The 21 tag

Answer and tag 21 individuals.

Tagged by @tacotits! Thank you lots, these games are super fun 🌟

1. Nicknames: My bestie calls me Bro ans my buddy sometimes calls me Commander (it's an old joke), but other than that I mostly get called by my name lol

2. Zodiac sign: Taurus

3. Height: My documents say 1.68 but I'm pretty sure I'm shorter than that... somewhere between 1.65 and that I'd say

4. Hogwarts house: Slytherin 💚

5. Last thing I googled: "pasta ai quattro formaggi", a recipe that my sibling needed to check (but ended up not using lol)

6. Favourite musician: Oh, way too many. I never really have a favourite when it comes to music, I just obsess over a few songs and/or musicians at a time

7. Song stuck in my head: Somebody to Love (💕) and Bottom's Gonna Be on Top (from the musical Something Rotten), which is funny because the second one isn't even one of my favourites from that musical, there's plenty that I love way more (I've been singing God, I Hate Shakespeare for WEEKS) so idk how it got stuck in my head haha

8. Following now: 163

9. Followers: 272

10. Do I get asks: Nah

11. Amount of sleep: Between 8/9 hours and it's not even enough, I absolutely NEED to get a decent amount of sleep or I legit won't function but I'm still constantly tired, what a joke

12. Lucky numbers: I hate numbers so technically none, but if I have to say 27 and I also like 3 because it's a very beautiful red in my mind (synaesthesia haha~)

13. What I'm wearing: A t-shirt and sweatpants

14. Dream job: Don't have one... I'd say Philosophy teacher but it's not really a dream job, it's just what I see as one of the best options for me. A desk job would also be nice tbh

15. Dream trip: I haven't travelled much up to now so there's actually a lot of places I'd like to visit. Germany, the UK, amd Greece, for example, there's SO many things I've always wanted to see there 💕 I'd also love to go to Ueda and visit Japan one day!

16. Favourite food: PIZZA ❤❤❤ I also wouldn't be able to live without piadina, and of course there's sweets. Pretty much any kind of sweets, the sweeter the better 💕

17. Instruments: I used to study the violin, but I was forced to stop because I broke a finger and when it was time to go back I realised that as much as I enjoyed playing studying music wasn't really for me, so I never picked it up again :\

18. Languages: Italian and English. I also know Latin and Ancient Greek (although I can't speak them for obvious reasons lol)

19. Favourite song: See above, I don't have favourites. Usually I fall pretty hard for any song that reminds me of the otp I'm currently obsessed with, so now there's a lot of sappy stuff about the ineffable idiots in my playlist haha

20. Random fact: While answering to #12 I realised that even though green is my favourite colour no number is green to me. Ridiculous. Maybe that's why I hate numbers, they make an ugly rainbow HAHAHA

21. Aesthetic: HHHHH Idk it depends,,? Medieval European castles. Stunning colours in the sky seen from a beach with very few people. A cosy living room, internet connection and a friend. Well-fitted shirts and elegant menswear. People with beautiful smiles treating you kindly. Friends laughing, being happy, not knowing that they look stunningly beautiful when they're happy. Literature, visual arts, theatre; all the amazing things that humans can make. The sun shining and your favourite song coming up on the radio while you're going to see your friend.

Wow wow wow ok this was even more fun than I expected, thanks again Mabs! ❤

I'm not tagging anyone so if you see this and you want to do it please consider yourself tagged by me!

#personal

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irepookie · 5 years

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Infinity Chapter 4-

Meet The Family (PT.1)

Summary: QUEEN AU where Rog (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swearwords here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine

John: Rick Lincoln (Cause he is John Richard Deacon born on August 19th 1951™™™™™)

Brian: Terry Garrett (Cause my uncle used to have a black puddle named Terry and I had no choice)

Freddie: Len Mars (Yea I couldn't help myself)

Chapter 4- Row opens up with the boys about the raisin.

“I'm a dad”........

"Okay, let's... let's get over this again: A daughter?" Terry, the band's guitarist couldn't believe his ears.

"Yes, Terry. A daughter" Row repeated for the 19th time from the other side of the phone.

"A baby." Len said, taking another sip of his tequila.

"No, a 30 year old alpaca." Row said sarcastically. "Yes, a goddamn baby. Fucking gorgeous, just so you know"

"And you're gonna keep her." Rick, who had been quietly plunking his bass' strings, added. "Are you sure?"

"It's done. I've already kept her. And it's not like I'm rescuing a shelter dog. She's mine. Period."

"Sorry, was just trying to... Wrap my head around it"

To be honest, Row still couldn't quite believe it (that he was a father). Not even now, as he tried to convince his best friends while holding his girl with the other arm.

"And is your mom okay with it?" Terry asked

He scoffed, clutching his Lil raisin close at the thought "My mom has no say in this".

"But she knows" Rick said.

He sighed "Yes, she knows. And she was a bitch about it, okay? She can disown me for all I care". It's not like there was much to inherit, anyway.

There was a general sigh from his three best friends.

"And what are you gonna do?"

" 'bout what?"

"Um, I don't know, man. About School? Maybe about your life in general?"

"School ain't something I'm worrying about".

"What a surprise" Rick rolled his eyes.

"But you're still in the band right?" Len said

"Oh, of course. Of course. You guys are gonna be the only ones keeping me sane"

They chuckled

"But we ain't gonna babysit for you, huh?"

"As if you knew anything about babies"

"Well, the same as you." Terry said

"Just what I was saying: nothing at all" Row grinned

"Her future looks bright, then" Len half teased.

"Incandescent, in fact" Row could pretty much hear Terry's arched eyebrow.

The youngest member could only roll his eyes and try not to take it as an insult. He knew this was a lot to process all of a sudden and that in the inside, beyond the sarcasm and teasing, they were happy for him.

"Whatever, guys" he replied, as Pips began to frown. He sighed, knowing that meant smelly treat was on its way "Gotta go. By the way, she just told me she thinks you guys stink" he grinned, before hanging up.

The other three men exchanged a confused glance, and stayed in silence for a minute, until Len broke it:

"I say he'll go completely nuts in seven days".

"That long? Nah, I think less than 24 hours after they leave the hospital." Terry said

Len smirked "Bet?"

"I'm a bit tight at the moment, pal"

"Then not money. If I win, you'll be my model for the midterm design project. It's 30's fashion. For ladies, of course".

"Ok. But if I win you'll do my chores for a whole weeks."

"A whole week?!"

"Seven days, if you prefer it."

They shook hands "Deal. Rick? Join us?"

"I actually rather believe that they'll be alright" Rick got up and stretched.

"Well of course they will. Eventually. Row always figures things out." T said

"The fun part is to watch him go crazy in the meantime" Len chuckled "Like when he first moved in and left a fork in the plate when first using the microwave"

They laughed, remembering how their friend had called them at 9 PM in panic, screaming the microwave had exploded.

"Let's just hope for the best. I mean he seemed quite sure of himself this time. And who knows, maybe being a dad is the best way to grow up." Rick defended

"Yea, well a bit radical, don't you think?" Len said

"Like sock therapy. If smokers quit when diagnosed with lung cancer, maybe Row settles down now he has a baby"

"I just still don't get why he didn't just put her in adoption" T said

Rick shrugged "Would you if you were in his shoes?"

"Absolutely"

"That's exactly how Row would've answered, say, a week ago. That's what we all answer. Until it really happens. I think it's one of those situations where you can't really picture until you live it."

"But this is Rowan Queen we're talking about. Rowan <<Made out with both Jones Twins at the same party Cause I didn't remember which was which>> Queen. I mean, he does know that a kid is gonna freeze his sex life for indefinite time, right? What the hell was going through his head?" Terry said

"I can't believe you think that." Len interjected "I mean, I'm the one who's never gonna be a dad here, and the one who failed biology, but even I get it. He met her right? Before any decision was made, he met her. Once you meet your kid, you're tangled up forever. And you might think you're not but if you give them away you'll never get rid of a feeling of remorse."

"Wow, Lenny, that was deep"

"Yea, where'd you get that from?"

"Just common sense."

"Funny, considering you're the one who's started the bet" Rick grinned

"One thing doesn't prevent the other. And out of the two of us, I'm the optimistic! He gave him one day, I gave him seven! I trust him"

"Well I'm not sure if I do. I mean, I love him, he's a great guy, a great musician, and everything else, but he's not reliable. Remember his first job as a waiter? I'm still waiting for the fish and chips I ordered last April"

The other two chuckled "I once lent him a t-shirt, and I swear I saw Liz Michael's wearing it" Len said

"See what I mean?"

"Yes, well, we can't do anything about it, T. It's his life"

"But this affects us too, one way or another. This affects the band. And he didn't even consult us"

"Well what did you expect him to do? Call and go <<Hey guys, are you fine with me having a daughter? No? Okay, just checking. Bye>>?" Rick imitated a phone with his hand, doing a decent impression of their friend's high voice.

"A head's up would have been nice"

"Terry, just chill for fucks shake. I mean, this is unexpected, but Row's our best friend, our brother, and we have to support him. Because, if he's a dad, that's makes us her uncle's. And it'll be fun having a little niece we can spoil" Len smiled at the idea.

"Spoil? With what money?" Terry, always realistic, put his hands on his hips

"With the upcoming tour's, of course darlings" he twirled majestically around the room

"First, that's in four months" Rick reminded

"If it does happen at all"

They still had one last song to arrange And record. Plus, they didn't know how Row was gonna make it work now he had a baby. But nobody addressed that concern out loud.

"Oh don't be so goddamn negative, fellas! C'mon! We're uncle's! Row's made a very important, life-changing, mature decision, and we should be proud of him. So" he went to the fridge and returned with three beers "I say we toast for him and the lil Queenie"

The other two grinned and accepted the cans, opening them.

"Oh, I say we Split a fourth beer in his behalf, cause parents shouldn't drink while breastfeeding" Terry mocked, earning a laugh

"To the Queens" Rick raised his can "For our little bro to take this seriously and not fuck this kid up"

"To the Queens" Terry and Len crashed theirs as well.

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Meanwhile, in the hospital...

"Goddamn it, raisin! How can someone so small produce so many colors of something so stinky?" Row exclaimed, holding his breath as he clipped the fresh nappy on his daughter "We only feed you milk! Like... Like white milk! How can you turn a white liquid into rainbow pudding? Holy shit" he held the dirty one at arms length and threw it in the bin "It's a damn good thing I love you, cause I won't do this for anyone else" he told her, lifting her up to his chest again before walking around the room

"You gonna be a good girl for me for the next eighteen years? Huh?" He kissed her chubby cheek "What am I saying? You're my daughter, of course you're gonna be a trouble maker. But we'll get along, you'll see. I ain't gonna be like my parents. Don't worry. I won't be a bloody pain in the ass like mom, and I will never ever do anything my old man did. That I can promise. But I gotta admit I do want you to be like Gina. Yea, she's a control freak sometimes, but let's face it: she's gotta be the strongest person I've ever met. You should've seen her kicking the bastard out the house. She took no shit."

He smiled somewhat proudly at the memory, and for a second forgot how mad he was at her for turning her back on them.

"You wanna be a badass gurl like her? Huh? Yes you do. Yes you do" he cooed, craning his neck so he could brush his nose with her little button one. Her fist chose to close around the nearest strands of blond hair on reach, which he found secretly adorable.

But a part of him did wish he had mom's support. After all, despite the rough patches through his teens, they had always had each other's back; through thick and thin. She had have to raise him all alone, and although he hadn't even begun with Pips, he already knew it hadn't been easy. She may be stern, and a bit inflexible when it came to negotiating allowance. She could come across as rude if you caught her in the wrong mood (which many neighbors had) but above all she was a good person and a good mother.

And looking back, he hadn't been such a great son. He could have been more responsible, less handful and more obedient. Less rebellious, too. He could have thanked her more often for the thousand things she did everyday. For the meals. For all the jobs she had taken to provide for the two of them. For the surprise birthday gift she had got him with the money she had been saving: a real drum kit. For helping him move out her house into that one room crappy appartement which would be Pip's home.

But still she had rejected Piper without a second thought, regardless of her anger towards him; Pips was her granddaughter, she had done nothing wrong and as her father, Row doubted he would ever forgive Gina.

He sighed, untangling the hand of his hair and bringing it to his lips "But you don't have to worry about all that. Just concentrate on staying strong and growing up. And I promise I'll focus all of me on being the best dad. That you'll never miss a mom cause you don't need one. You've got me and I swear I'll be enough. Even if I'm still young: I'll have it all more fresh won't I?" He grinned "You're the one person who's never judged me yet, and I don't wanna let you down"

That a was vow. And he was determined to keep it.

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This one goes to my mega-paragraphist @definitely-darcy who's got my engine going through the usual inspiration blocks, and who's reviews help me improve. She's made me believe in this fic, and encouraged me to keep going despite the one digit notes.

Xx- Pookie

#queen band #roger taylor #single dad! roger taylor #dad roger #brian may #Freddie Mercury #john deacon #queen fic #no smut just fluff #non romantic #Infinity fic #baby prune

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misomilk · 6 years

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FINAL CHRISTMAS OTP PROMPT FROM ME, MISO SENPAI! THE PERSON WHO YOU THINK IT IS, BUT IT REALLY ISN'T, BUT REALLY IT IS. ;) HOW'S ABOUT SEBRON, IN EITHER THE TITANIC AU OR THE STAR AU? YAAAAAAAAAAAAS. SANK YOU. ;* ILUSFM!!!!!!!! I MEAN, WHAT? NO. I'M A TOTAL STRANGER.

AAAAAAAAAAA SENPAI. YOU ARE SO CUTE, MY HEART EXPLODES WITH DOKIS. I KNOW IT’S YOU 😘 Thank youuuuuuuuuuu for sending -GASPS- sebron 😭 I haven’t thought about this pair in soooo lo--no, that’s a lie. I’ve been thinking about them lately. ;D Just that, the thoughts haven’t turned into written words. Hahaha

ILUSFM2, SWEET SENPAI SINPAI. I hope you enjoy reading these!

Christmas OTP Questions: sebron

Who wakes the other up excitedly on Christmas morning? Which one begs for five more minutes of sleep? For both AUs, it’s Ronald that wakes up all excited, but for different reasons. Titanic!Ron is excited because it’s Christmas!! and it’s wonderful. He loves it. Remember he once woke Sebastian up and gave himself to Seabass as his present. After that year, it’s always Sebastian that wakes up before Ronald, to make sure Ronald wakes up THE BEST way on his favorite day of the year.Star!Ron is awake from 5am, refreshing (ctrl+r or alt+f5) the SOFC (Sebas-chan Official Fan Club--access limited to Members only, password-protected) website to see Sebastian’s special Christmas message, which can only be viewed on Christmas day. Note that while he’s refreshing like crazy, the very star he’ll be watching on the screen is sleeping soundly in his bed. Sebastian wakes up to Ronald squealing (even though Ronald tries so hard not to squeal loudly), groans, gets out of bed to pull Ronald away from his pc desk and drags him back to bed.“Sleep. Spaz later.”“Wait, I gotta message Grell--”“Spaz later.”“Your wink at the end of the video is to DIE for, Sebas-chan.”“Wink later. Sleep. Sleep. Two eyes closed, Ronald.”“Yes, but--”“Sleep. Please.”

Which one hangs the mistletoe? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. He hangs it at the door connecting the kitchen and the living room, and normally waits there before lunch/dinner so that Ronald will have to kiss him before eating. (Sebastian likes to think it’s his appetizer.) In Star AU, it’s Ronald. He hangs it in a way that replicates a certain scene in one of Sebastian’s movies, where he kabedons a girl beneath a mistletoe before kissing her. Sebastian plays along, reciting his DOKIFUL lines to the girl, but replacing the girl’s name with “Ronald”. When Sebastian leans in to kiss Ronald, he pulls away for a tiny bit, just to get Ron to whimper and whine (which Ron does). Sebastian has a wicked smile on his face as he kisses Ronald, deeper than stated in the script.

Which one cooks? Do they cook together? Do they go out to eat? In Titanic AU, they go out to eat. Sebastian treats Ronald to the most expensive of restaurants, which makes Ronald feel uneasy. He doesn’t like it when he gets too pampered by Sebastian, because he likes proving he earns enough on his own, too. He doesn’t like feeling like he’s just a pet to keep happy with such luxury. He tells Sebastian about this, and he corrects himself in their future dates.In Star AU, Sebastian super duper wishes he could go out to eat with Ronald, but because of his star status and keeping up a good, never-in-a-relationship image for all his fans, he can’t. Ronald understands, of course, and even puts out more effort than Sebastian that they shouldn’t ever have a date outside his house. WHICH IS WHY Grell, glorious and awesome as she is, sets up a plan with William. After Sebastian’s performance at Music Station (a music show that always has a 3 hr special of musicians performing live on Christmas), William takes Sebastian to Grell’s bar, which is closed to the public for the evening. All the bar’s tables are set to the side, except for one table for two, candle lit. Ronald sits on one chair, with a blindfold over his eyes. (Grell kidnapped him and brought him here after they watched Music Station together.) It’s Sebastian that takes off Ronald’s blindfold, and they’re both just so overwhelmed that they can finally have a date outside. Grell and her staff serve them D E L I C IO U S food that evening, and even let Sebron go on a pretend drive date using a cardboard car and a projector. It’s a little silly but IT’S SUPER DOKIFUL.(Wow. That was such a long answer. OOPS)

Which one can’t sleep the night before? In Titanic AU, they sleep in their normal hours. After a few rounds of good shit good shit sex. ;DIn Star AU, Ronald stays up and waits for Sebastian to arrive. There are years Sebas arrives early on the evening of the 24th, but there are times he arrives late into the night, still busy with shooting despite him having to perform live the following day. Ronald spends time marathoning his most favorite drama by Sebastian, and sometimes that movie with the kabedon mistletoe scene, too.

Which one dresses like they’re straight out of a Christmas movie? Both of them??? In any of the AUs???? XD Well Star AU Sebas definitely dresses up on Christmas bec of that Music show. Ronald watches him from the tv in a concert t-shirt, house shorts, penlight and Sebas-chan uchiwa in hand.

Which one sings Christmas carols loudly and off-key at random times? In Titanic AU, it’s Sebastian. BEC I WANT HIM TO. I cant have him ever sing off-key in Star AU so he definitely has to (have one imperfection LOL) here in Titanic AU. He can’t even sing Jingle Bells right. Poor man. Ronald laughs at him, not in a ‘HAHA U SUCK” way but in a “GOSH IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS LOSER” way. He sings along with Sebastian, purposely ruining his own melody/pitch to match Sebastian.In both AUs, Ronald gets pretty passionate about (specifically) "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”, that his voice breaks while singing. On a related note to that favorite song, in Star AU, Sebastian catches Ronald listening to this version and starts to sing along. Ronald gets so. fucking. aroused (/o\) by Sebastian’s P E R F EC T voice, that by the time the trombone solo goes, Ronald is already making out with Sebas and tearing his clothes off. Sebastian keeps singing him the song while Ronald kisses his neck, feeling like he’s kissing Sebastian’s sweet voice.

Which one tears open their packages? Which one slowly, methodically unwraps every single one? In Titanic AU, they both unwrap methodically. Ronald gets a lot more presents than Sebastian, because he’s got a whole lot of family and is so loved by both grandparents on both sides of the family. He’s the Family Favorite. XDIn Star AU, Sebastian gets a whole FUCKTON of gifts from fans. Ronald helps him open them. Ron starts opening methodically, until he runs out of patience and just tears them up. Sebastian unwraps each present methodically, from start to finish.

Who opens their biggest gift first? Who opens their smallest gift first? In Titanic AU, Ronald goes from smallest to biggest. Sebastian goes from biggest to smallest. They both reserve each other’s gifts for last.In Star AU, they go by it as the gifts are sorted. William has a list of presents, so they go through that list one by one.

Which one makes the sappy Christmas speech? In both AUs, Sebastian. Because no matter what AU, he just has that way with words. In Titanic AU, he makes Titanic references to make Ronald s w o o n. In Star AU, he sings and Ronald just--he faints, man. No matter the AU, Sebastian aims to make Ronald lose himself and is successful in both.

Which one’s family do they spend Christmas Day with? Does the whole family get together, or is it just your OTP, and any kids they have? In Titanic AU, the first Christmas they’re an official couple, Ronald persuades Sebastian to go to his family home with him, and Sebastian reluctantly agrees. Sebas had a bad feeling about it, based on what he overhears from Ronald when he’s on the phone with a relative. They only last a two hours at Ronald’s old home, because apparently Ronald’s family wasn’t as open-minded as he thought they were, Sebastian suffering the brunt of it. Despite the family not liking who his boyfriend is, Ronald still remains to be the Family Favorite, though his relatives are vocal about ‘breaking up this fling and finding a girl to settle down with soon’. It really pains him. Ever since then, they spend all holidays alone together.In Star AU, they spend Christmas together by themselves in Ron’s apartment, except for that one year Grell held that surprise for them. The year after that, they plan a surprise for Grelliam, too, which was a little hard to accomplish because of William being such a workaholic.

Which one buys a gift for their pet? No pets~ But if they had one, Ronald in Titanic AU and Sebas in Star AU.Titanic: Bec Ron gets so easily attached to animals, like hamsters or dogs. Although they don’t necessarily like him back. LOL When they’re out on a walk, and Ronald tries to pet a dog, the dog tends to approach Sebastian instead.Star: Sebastian. Because he’s never had a pet, so having one must be so wonderful for him.

Who dreams of a white Christmas? For both, Sebastian. Because I think he finds peace in seeing the world be covered in a white blanket. He thinks it’s calming how the world’s noises seem muted by the snow. To have the world be muted like that on one of the noisiest days of the year is nice. He’d like to just snuggle up with Ronald on such a day.

Which one munches on candy until lunch time? Hmmmm neither of them, probs. XD I’ll turn the question into “Which one spoils themselves by watching something they love?” It’s Ronald for both.Titanic: “Ronald, Titanic isn’t even a Christmas movie.”“It’s a great movie. We’re watching it.”Star AU: “Ronald, that’s the twelfth time you’ve watched last year’s performance.”“It doesn’t reduce your radiance, Sebas-chan. You’re so amazing.”

Which one goes to bed first that day? Which one stays up, being nostalgic? In Titanic AU, Ronald heads to bed first, with Sebastian watching him, feeling giddy that this person chooses to stay with him.In Star AU, Sebastian falls asleep first. He’s just so dead tired by then, what with his live performance and all. Ronald watches him sleep, not in a fanboy-y way. Just-- he lets himself bask in Sebastian’s presence. He wishes them another wonderful year to come.

Which one is ready to start de-decorating on the 26th? Which one wants to keep stuff up until after January? In Titanic AU, Sebastian wants anything Christmas gone by the 26th. Ronald, though sad, helps Sebastian put things away. When Sebastian realizes how sad Ronald gets while putting away decors, he lets him keep one garland across their living room to keep the Christmas vibe alive.In Star AU, both of them don’t care for Christmas much to put up decors. So they don’t have any de-decorating to do. XD Ronald attempts the mistletoe thing all throughout December though. Hehehhe.

AAAAAAAAAAAAND THATS IT. Thank you soooo sososoosososo much for sending these asks, bb. I had so much fun answering them. I hope you had fun reading them, too. ;*

I LOVE U SO MUUUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!!!! You are the best. 😍

#Anonymous #replies #anonchansan #kat r u seeing this #sebron #titanic au #star au #!headcanon

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scintillating-galaxias · 7 years

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the definition of...

a little tuckington drabble i wrote today, i hope you guys enjoy!!

(read here on ao3)

love

It took him by surprise the first time he had this incredulous moment, this sudden pause in what he was doing and he was struck with the realization that his life had led him to fall in love with a man named Lavernius Tucker.

They were sitting on a park bench on a pleasant day. It was warm, but a slight breeze kept the edge of it at bay. The tall oak trees offered them a bit of protection against the relentless rays of light. Tucker was raving angrily on about how something had happened at work. Junior was off on the playground, squealing with laughter as he runs away from another kid playing tag with him. Wash watches him fondly while nodding along to Tucker's rant.

They hadn't noticed an old lady sit down on the other half of bench. When Junior ran up and asked if he can go into the fountain because it's so hot out, she had harrumphed at him and glared at Tucker when he left. Tucker stared right back with an expression that was just daring her to put her toe out of line.

And out of line did she go.

"Aren't you a little young to have a child?" Faster than Wash could even process, Tucker is up in her face, viciously jabbing his finger at her chest.

"Don't fucking shit talk me or my kid! He's the best thing goddamn thing that's happened to me, and he's been worth every damn thing I've done to keep him happy!"

The woman sniffs. "The irresponsibility—"

"Don't even think about getting on my case about 'responsibility for my actions'! Junior isn't a responsibility that I have to deal with like he's a motherfucking chore I have to do, he's my son!"

When they go get Junior from the fountain, Wash follows Tucker with a strange feeling of something like awe. He's awed because of Tucker's vigilance in Junior's happiness. He's awed because of the speed he jumped to defend him. He finds himself awed a lot by Tucker. But he isn't complaining.

As he's watching, he doesn't miss how Tucker picks Junior up with a spin and a grin, holds him a little tighter and a little closer, looking at him like he was all the stars in the sky. Wash offers them both ice-cream, mostly in apology of that woman, which gets him a beautiful smile from Tucker that suddenly make something in his brain snap into place.

Wash doesn't miss how Tucker picks Junior up with a little spin and a slightly bigger grin, holds him a little tighter and a little closer, looking at him like he was all the stars in the sky. Wash offers them both ice cream, mostly in apology of that woman, which gets him a beautiful smile from Tucker that suddenly makes something in his brain snap into place.

This is who I'm falling in love with. The thought stops him in his tracks. Tucker turns to him with his eyebrow raised. Asks him what's wrong.

"It's nothing," Wash says. It's partially true because something being 'wrong' right now was impossible. No, he wants to say, everything was just right. But he doesn't. He just gets them their ice cream and laughs when Junior mashes his right onto Tucker's nose.

That night, Wash lays awake thinking about all of it. Tucker's breaths are soft and even, a constant 1-2-3-4 hold, release. Keeping track helps him center his thoughts.

He knows what 'love' is. It was things like flowers and nice presents, late movies and someone else making your favorite food. He loved Tucker and Junior, if that was the case, more than anything. He would give them everything he had if they would let him. And he's told them that dozens of times.

But in love, he feels that deserves some thing a little different.

In love was Tucker bringing Wash his favorite snack for when he had another one of those wretched nightmares at two in the morning. It was watching Junior with Tucker gazing over him fondly and being at peace with the world. It was poking fun at each other and having trouble properly hanging up hours-long phone calls. It was getting giddy over making Tucker laugh when he came home from work, even when he had had a bad day dealing with customers.

That, he felt, was what it was. And, well, if that was the case, then he was certainly in love with Tucker.

He nearly tears up at that because he never thought he would make it this far. He never thought he would recover from his old life, where he gave up everything that made him him for the sake of a war that he thought would never end.

Tucker had come into his life at a pivotal moment. He had helped Wash pick up those pieces of himself again. He put himself in a few of the places whose pieces could never be found. He didn't try to rebuild him from scratch, but rather he had taken those rusted, jagged bits they had found and helped him restore them and smooth out the broken edges.

He thinks that's supposed to be love, too.

Two weeks later, and Wash is up late thinking again. He only stops because of the comforter shifting, and the 1-2-3-4 hold, release pattern breaking into a deep inhale and a grunt as Tucker sits up.

"Hey," he rasps, voice heavy with sleep, "what's up? Nightmare?"

Wash could laugh because that's just so completely inaccurate it's ridiculous. But he doesn't. "No. No, everything's fine."

"So why— why— why," Tucker fails to stop a shuddering yawn. "Why're you up then?"

Wash smiles. "You'll laugh."

"Noo," Tucker mumbles. He paws blindly around the bed before his hand finds Wash's thigh. He uses as leverage to scoot over and place a lazy kiss just under Wash's ear before leaning fully against him. "Promise I won't."

"Hmm, I don't know... You don't sound too promising."

"Wash," Tucker whines. He pokes Wash lightly in the ribs. Wash huffs a small laugh and pushes his hand away, only to take it and hold it.

"I was thinking," he says slowly.

"'Bout wha'?"

Wash hesitates. "About how I'm... I, uh." No, no, he can't start hesitating now, he's gotten too far to get cold feet.

"You're...?" Tucker prompts. He seems a little more awake now. He takes Wash's right wrist and starts rubbing slow circles into it. Wash concentrates on that for a minute. He's hit again with the sheer reality of the life he's actually living now, and that gives him the courage to try again.

"Tucker," he starts.

"Yeah?"

"Tucker."

"If you're gonna pull some cheesy shit tell me you're in love with me at fuck-no-o'clock in the morning, I'm gonna stop you there because I totally planned this shit out, I'm totally saying it first because fuck you."

Wash stops. The thumb in his wrist stills.

"Wait, wait, waitwaitwait—" Tucker scrambles to sit up. Wash can only see half of his face by the moonlight that filters through the curtains, but he can tell his eyes are wide and his mouth is parted in shock. "Were you actually? Like, actually...?"

"Yeah." Wash swallows heavily. "I was."

Tucker rushes up to kiss him. Wash tastes salty tears, and he feels a few splash on to his bare chest. Wash thumbs them away desperately, mind racing with apologies.

"I'm— Fuck—" Tucker laughs breathlessly against his mouth, but it's all hiccupy and quiet, it should be upsetting, but he sounds so joyful it leaves Wash more than a little confused. "Shit, Wash. You— You don't have a damn clue how long I was waiting to say that, and then you, then you go and try to say it first, you bastard." Tucker buries his face in Wash's neck. Wash's heart soars as he leans his head against Tucker's.

"Whoops," he rasps. He wants to laugh because this was just so ridiculously sappy and out of his mind, he doesn't know how else to process it.

"I just..." Tucker looks up. He sniffs and wipes furiously at his eyes with his wrist. "Ugh. Okay. Okay, I gotta say a thing, and you can't interrupt me, 'cause I won't be able to pick it up again."

"Okay."

Tucker takes a deep, shaky breath. "So, so when we first met, what was that, five, six years ago? Don't answer that, it's not important," he adds when Wash opens his mouth. "Literally, first thing I thought was, 'Oh, fuck.'" That startles another bit of laughter out of Wash. "Shut up! Okay, wait, do you remember what the first thing I said to you was?"

"I thought you said to not interrupt?"

"Doesn't count when I'm asking you, dumbass."

Wash thinks for a moment. "Not entirely, but it was probably a really bad pickup line. As in, the worst one ever. Of all time."

"Hole in one," Tucker says with an exaggerated wink. "But fuck you, that one's solid gold. 'Are you from Tennessee? Because you're—'"

"'The only ten I see.' Yeah, I remember." They had been in a bar, Wash because he had decided alcohol would be his answer for the evening, Tucker because he had just been there to have fun. He never wants to think about what would have happened if he had decided to stay in his home for just one more night.

"And you just—" Tucker chuckles wetly. The tears are stopping, slowly but steadily. "You looked me dead in the eye and said, 'My last name is Washington.' And I was just like, 'Wow, okay, asshole.'"

"Thanks," Wash says sarcastically, but he smiles nonetheless.

"To be fair, you were kind of an asshole. But dude, I had to keep coming back and to be honest, I still don't know why. I would say 'there was this look in your eyes' but that's lame as shit, and also not true, so I'm not gonna go too deep into that. Anyways, we started talking and it took forever to just figure out how screwed up you were—"

"'Screwed up' is a term for it," Wash murmurs.

"Shh! It took more forever to get you to let me help you out, and— and there were some days where I was like, ninety percent we were going nowhere, even backward, but god damn it Wash, do you know what you told me one time? Do you know what you said that made me want to stay?"

Wash doesn't answer.

"You told me you couldn't." Tucker sucks in a shuddering breath. "You told me you couldn't do it, and that's just how things were, and you were— you were okay with that!" Tucker's voice breaks. He gulps and keeps pushing forward. "There was a night when you were in the bathroom and you just couldn't fucking breathe, I was so scared, and you said that, and I— Fuck, Wash!"

"I'm— I'm sorry," Wash says quietly, "I didn't mean to do that to you—"

"No, no, babe, I know you didn't—"

"Still!" Wash shakes his head. "It wasn't your job to try and help me. You had no obligation to, but— but you did."

Tucker goes quiet. "I did."

"Why?"

"Because I knew it was bullshit," Tucker says immediately. Wash frowns. "You still had things you liked to do. And I figured you weren't just gonna randomly tell me and leaving wasn't an option. We were already friends, and I really, really wanted to help you. So did everyone else."

"You wanted to help me... Because there were things I liked to do?"

"Kinda? Like, you told me that when you were a kid you went around the streets to feed the stray cats. I figured, hey, maybe he likes cats, so I took you and Junior to that animal shelter for a little while, remember?" He does.

Wash smiles softly. "I didn't know that was why you were suddenly obsessed with animals."

"Yeah, well, I'm still not too crazy about them, but you liked them, so I said, 'fuck it' and just went for it, y'know?" Tucker shrugs like he hadn't set aside a piece his own life for Wash. "And I kept doing it for other things too. One time you said you liked sweet things, so I started putting, like, a billion spoons of sugar in your coffee." Was that why he didn't like it anytime someone else brought him coffee?

"You liked walks in the forest 'cause you liked the smell of dry pine. So I took you up to the shitty little cabin in Montana just so we could walk around in the forest for like three hours every day." Was that why they had driven for sixteen hours to that place? To let Wash... Enjoy himself?

A chord in him reverberates, soft and celestial.

"At some point, I was like, so why am I still doing this? 'Cause dude, this was frustrating as hell. I didn't know what I was doing. I just knew I had to do it 'cause I'd already gotten so far. And you wanna know who told me?"

"Mm?"

"Fuckin' Junior came up to me, and he was like, 'Hey, why is the weird blond guy still hanging out on the couch?' And I was like, 'I dunno,' and he just straight up goes, ''Cause you love him, that's always the answer in stories,' and that was my, 'Son of a bitch!' moment right there!

I wanted to tell you, God dammit, I wanted to wake you up and tell you so badly, but I was pretty sure your brain would shit itself if I did. So I waited, and then when we, when we started going out like, officially, I just— Wash, I dunno if I can explain how fucking happy I was. For you. And me, I guess, I was all, 'Fuck yeah, I did it!' But it was mostly for you, don't worry."

"Why... Why me?"

Tucker's expression turns almost sad. "You still really don't get it? You finally gave yourself a chance, and you ended up spending that chance on me, some broke guy who didn't have a damn clue what he was doing—"

"No," Wash finally gets in. His head is spinning with the pace of Tucker's story. He had just managed to get his thoughts in order, but now they fly everywhere as if someone had thrown them like a deck of cards. "Tucker, you— You gave me that chance. I didn't do it by myself. You did it."

Tucker waves his hand dismissively. "Pssh. It just would have taken a little longer. Like twenty years longer."

"Tucker," Wash insists, "that wouldn't have happened. I didn't— I didn't want a chance at all." God, why was this still so difficult for him? "I would have been fine with sitting alone for days straight, or go out and do stupid things that would get me thrown back in jail, or giving up entirely." Wash holds his breath for a beat as he struggles to find his next words. Tucker's gone oddly still in his arms. "You made me have a... A reason to keep going," he finally manages. "You, and Junior, and everyone else."

"Oh," Tucker whispers, voice faint. "Oh."

Wash sighs. Exhaustion was starting to creep up on him, but a weight he didn't even know he had on his chest was slowly being lifted, so he keeps going. "It was— That was too much to put on you. I know I made it hard for you. I didn't want to drag anyone else into this. I kept pushing you away, but you kept coming back. It made me so frustrated because I couldn't see the point in trying to clean this," he gestures to himself, "up."

"Wash."

"I should say sorry—"

Tucker's grip on his wrist turns a little firmer. "I gotta stop you there."

"Excuse me?"

"I said, I gotta stop you there."

"Tucker—"

"Wash, listen." Tucker takes his wrists gently. "You got totally fucked over. Okay? It's not your fault. Unless you're saying sorry for like, years of bullshit that wasn't your fault in the first place, which is fucking stupid. So no," Tucker says firmly, "I'm not sorry for trying to help you feel better. And I'm not letting you apologize for something I did."

Wash gapes at him. His mouth opens and closes like a fish until Tucker rolls his eyes and pulls him down. He kisses Wash on the shell of his ear, his jaw, his nose, between his eyes, his cheeks, before finally settling on his lips. At some point, he had climbed into Wash's lap, so he can properly use both hands to cup his face gently like he's a precious glass statute the would shatter into a million glittering pieces if he was dropped.

"I'm proud of you," Tucker murmurs against his mouth. "That sounds kinda weird, but like... You made it here, y'know?"

"I made it," Wash repeats. He laughs a little incredulously. "I made it."

"Yeah. Yeah, you did."

They spend a few peaceful moments in a gentle silence. Tucker's hands have found the back of his head, rubbing soothing circles into the tense tendons in his neck. Wash feels like every centimeter of space between them is a mile wide canyon, so he holds Tucker as close as he physically can to him.

The door suddenly clicks open. Both of them stiffen, and in shuffles Junior. He has his small alien plush tucked under his arm, his blanket in the clutched in the other.

"Can we have a sleepover?" he mumbles, voice feeble with sleep.

"Totally. C'mere." Tucker pats his previously occupied part of the bed. Junior wanders over and clambers on to the mattress, immediately going to tuck himself into the crook in Wash's left side. Tucker has to clamber carefully around him so he can fit into Junior's other side.

"Papa?" Junior asks a moment later.

"Mm?"

"Am I gonna have two dads?"

Tucker makes a weird choking sound while Wash covers his mouth. "Hah, um, where'd you get that idea? I—"

Wash clears his throat. "Maybe."

Tucker shoots upright. "What—"

"Good night," Wash says coyly. He can't help but chuckle as Tucker hisses, "You can't just do that Wash, what the fuck! Dude! C'mon!"

"I can't hear you, Tucker. I'm asleep." Junior giggles at that.

"Wash, we are so talking about this in the morning, oh my God..."

Wash smiles and closes his eyes.

Maybe this is what it meant to be in love.

#tuckington #lavernius tucker #agent washington #rvb fanfic #fanfic #drabbles #mentions of past trauma #mentions of suicidal thoughts #AU #non-canonical #junior (rvb)#my writing

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Hello my name is Angst Goblin and I'm here to share some OoTP HP crossover AU pain because I am thinking about it and hurting? First, like, if Geno had been good-hearted and generally upstanding for most of his time at Hogwarts, he'd probably have to see/do WAY TOO MUCH bad shit just to prove he was committed to being a Death Eater and the communicates with Sid and the Order by having his parents direct the magically encrypted letters back and forth but it's not having Sid there to (1/9)

to comfort him in bed when the memories of screams get too loud or to rub between his shoulders when he feels so sick with what he's done to try and end the war that he can't keep his food down. Whenever Geno can sneak away, it's basically an official Order thing that everyone makes their best home-cooked meals and brings pictures of their kids if they have any and it's everyone trying so hard to bring a little bit of warmth to him. And he'll always be glued to Sid. And I can totally (2/9)

picture Harry being invited at some point and asking Geno like... how are you a Slytherin cause after talking to you for a good hour it's kind of hard to see??? And Geno jokes "Is because you never see me play quidditch," but after some laughs things get a little quiet and he admits that he wants people to be able to live a life where they're safe and free, his eyes linger on Sid softly when he says he doesn't like bullies, and then finishes up by saying that he'd kill every last Death (3/9)

Eater tomorrow without blinking an eye if the timing was right (with this taking place before Voldemort decided to get real sick and start getting to accept the Dark Mark because Geno draws the line at kids). And kind of a separate idea, but within the same scheme of things: while all the arrests of Voldemort's followers are going down the first time, Ovi very quietly informs the Order (sans Nicky) that with the intel they have, any number of the illegal dark arts-related possessions from (4/9)

his grandfather's estate, and his notorious family history, he could get into Azkaban, actually manage to get something out of the imprisoned Death Eaters on how they could possibly try and bring Voldemort back or who was still working with them that had evaded capture, stuff like that, and the bare majority of the Order was in favor of it, so they got everything ready and planted the evidence for the arrest and was like "ok Ovi ready when you are," and he's like, "yeah give me a day." (5/9)

So, once Nicky is freed from making statements and testimonies in front of the Wizengamot, Ovi whisks him off, and they apparate just outside of Moscow to get a late lunch at this really good traditional place Alex knows, and then they kinda just walk around town and Ovi buys Nicky flowers and Nicky thinks it's a little odd, but Merlin knows things have been so fucked up so if Ovi wants to take him to Moscow and buy him flowers, for now, he's not gonna say anything. And then they go to (6/9)

Ovi's house (ahem, mansion) and Alex shows Nicky all of the most interesting (but SAFE) relics that his family has collected, cooks dinner for the two of them, and gets a slow record playing on the gramophone ( "Love on the Brain" by Rihanna came on while I was writing this and now I can't stop thinking about it) with his hands on Nicky's waist, chin resting on top of his head before Nicky finally asks what's up. "Love you so much, Nicky. One day, we can be safe and happy, and that's all (7/9)

I want, so I'm asking your permission to hope for that, for us." One of his hands is in his pocket, holding the family ring. He's barely three syllables into, "Will you marry me, Nicklas Backstrom?" when Nicky's whispering "yes yes yes yes yes," and kissing him and Alex is sure that he'll survive Azkaban if can remember this. Cut to either 1996 or 1997, when the Order is gathering because holy shit there was a breakout but really all anyone is trying to do immediately is cast shield charms (8/9)

because Alex is back!!! and Nicky is very silently but obviously livid and everyone’s waiting for curses. Ovi admits that not telling Nicky was wrong because that's not how the two of them do shit EVER, and that he gets if Nicky doesn't want them to be a thing and Sid's in the background *COUGH* nicky'sbeenwearingtheengagementringthisentiretime *COUGH* and Nicky just furiously hugs him like, "I wouldn't be this fucking mad if I wasn't in love with you." (9/9) AAAH SHIT I'M SORRY

WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING??? THIS IS AMAZING AND I WANT MORE???? THIS IS SO GOOD HOLY COW????? i bEG

also post-war where Ovi becomes a teacher and students are genuninly afraid of him at first because they heard rumors that during the war, this guy went undercover in Azkaban as a prisoner and CAME OUT IN ONE PIECE. But then Professor Ovechkin is the silliest, nicest Slytherin these babs have ever met. It’s only during the lesson on dementors that a kid asked what Ovi’s happiest memory is.

And he kind of hops back on he table, rubbing his wedding ring, and he says “I propose to my husband before I go undercover, and I remember his face, you know? When I come back, he so angry that I didn’t tell him. But he was still wearing the ring.”

So pretty much every student in the class go AWWWWWWWW

Additionally, everyone knows that the Potions professor and the Head of Slytherin House, Evgeni Malkin, is a tough motherfucker as well. He’s a nice enough guy, from an old, wealthy pureblood family that eventually fought against Voldemort in the war; he will sit down with you if you’re a homesick first-year, loves talking about his husband, who is one of those higher-ups at the Ministry--who supposedly has Veela blood, but no one’s actually ever seen him in person--and their three kids. He not only seems to take care of his own House, but will help lost Hufflepuffs find their way back to their dorms. The paintings near the Hufflepuff dorms greet him with familiarity, saying, “How’s the kids, Geno?”

The students ask him, “How do you know them so well?” And Professor Malkin will get a sappy look and say, “My husband Hufflepuff. Visit him a lot when we both in Hogwarts and kept trying to get Hufflepuff door to open, but just get sprayed with vinegar when password not right.”

It’s no surprise that the Hufflepuff kids readily adopt Professor Malkin and will gladly greet him when they pass him in the corridors, asking him if he’s coming to the Quidditch games, and asking who he’s cheering for.

“Professor Ovechkin kill me if I’m not cheer for Slytherin. But husband might make me sleep on couch if I’m not cheer for Hufflepuff.” Professor Malkin says. He shows up at the game with two scarfs--one green and the other yellow, and students giggle as they see Professor Ovechkin roll his eyes.

The schools whispers that he went undercover as a Death Eater, back in the day, that he’s seen Voldemort and he’d managed to become one of the few trusted individuals in the Dark Lord’s circle, fooling everyone by pretending to be a double agent for Voldemort with how often he kept going back to the Ministry. But Professor Malkin never talks about it, and especially not when students ask.

#hp crossover au #sidgeno #nicky/ovi #this is love #ask bee

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