#RAMBLING—thank you for coming to my REG Talk.

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Just a Kiss, Right?

Regina helps teach you how to kiss because you like Janis

“Oh my goodness I really like Janis but what if I’m a bad kisser like what if she gives me a chance and-“ your rambling is stopping by Regina putting a finger to your mouth “Y/n calm down, we can just kiss and I’ll tell you how you do” “This isn’t gonna make things weird between us right?” You say cautiously “Y/n, kisses don’t always have to mean you like someone like that, me, Gretch, and Karen practice kissing all the time, I know you like Janis and since you’re my friend I want to help you” Regina says trying to get you to chill out “Well…ok then” you both lean in and kiss it’s nice really nice you both pull away before the kiss can escalate in any way “Wow you’re a really good kisser y/n” Regina says wiping her smeared lipgloss of the bottom of her lip “Oh um thanks” you say blushing a little “um well I’m gonna go thank you so much Regina I really appreciate” you say pulling her in for a hug. “Of course any time, Bye y/n” she says as you leave, Regina calls Gretchen as soon as she hears the front door close down stairs

“Hey G what’s up?” Gretchen answers “Gretchen I have a problem” Regina says a little panicked “Gina what’s the matter? You didn’t kill anybody right?” Gretchen says really concerned do to Regina’s out of character behavior “What? no? I- I think I like…(y/n)” Regina says feeling a little anxious “Oh Gina you can’t like y/n that’s totally against the rules of feminism her and Janis are like practically dating and you just fixed your relationship with Janis you don’t want to ruin it that would be like super bad” Gretchen rambles “I know, can you just come over so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts thinking about it is stressing me out” Regina says with a sigh “yeah I’ll be over in like 10 ish minutes, k?” Gretchen says grabbing her purse and heading to the door “ok see you soon bye” “bye” Regina hangs up and screams into her pillow “god damn it Regina why are you so stupid” she tells herself

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‘Oh my god’ you thought ‘I can’t like Regina I like Janis like sooo much shes like the best thing to happen to me…but Regina I don’t know why I’m drawn to her and that kiss definitely meant something to me…what am I going to tell Janis “hey remember your best friend turned enemy turned friend again? Yeah well guess who has a crush on her? Me yup but like also have a crush on you” no that’s dumb’. Your phone buzzed which pulled you out of your thoughts

👾Janis💕: heyyy beautiful I miss you

(Y/N): aw Janis I miss you too

You’re heart was pounding trying to wrap your head around these feelings

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“Maybe you should talk to Janis about this” Gretchen says earning a shocked look from Regina “look I know you might think it’s a bad idea but I think if you’re honest with her and yourself, you’ll feel better” “Gretch, I mean this in the nicest way possible and you know I’m trying to be nicer but that is a horrible idea” Gretchen sighed “Regina” “ugh fine I’ll talk to her”

Reg👛: hey Janis can we talk

J👾: um sure what’s up? Is this a call or text or in person situation?

Reg👛: um call or in person but if it’s in person you can’t get mad at me

J👾: reg what’s going on?

Reg👛: can you just come over to my house please

Janis was definitely concerned, Regina said please and wants to talk to her. Janis quickly got ready and headed over to Regina’s house on her skateboard

“Ok I’m gonna go call me after you talk to her for a debrief” Gretchen said hugging Regina “I don’t even know what to say” Regina complained “just be honest, you got this Gina” Gretchen says pulling away from the hug “bye Gretch” Regina said with a sigh

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Shortly after Gretchen left there’s a knock at the front door. Regina heads down stairs and answers it. “Janis, wow you got her fast” “uh yeah hi, what did you want to talk about?” Janis said leaning in her board “oh um right, let um go to my room” Regina said awkwardly, alarming Janis slightly but still following Regina upstairs. The enter Regina’s room and she closes the door. “Ok don’t get mad and don’t freak out, ok?” Regina said hesitantly “ok…?” Janis said confused but wanting to know what Regina has to say “ok so I know (Y/N) likes you and I’m pretty sure you like her too which makes sense but I decided to help her out because she was worried about being a bad kisser and you know I help Gretchen with that all the time but with (Y/N) it felt different my whole body was like tingly in a good way and I think I have a crush on her which is honestly really weird because I haven’t felt like this since- “ Regina paused her rambling and made eye contact with Janis realizing the feelings that she thought were gone flooded back like they never left “since us…?” Janis said “yeah” Regina said softly “so we both like y/n, that’s ok, feelings aren’t something you can control Reg, I’m not mad at you for liking her she’s awesome” Janis said calmly “J I- never mind” Regina said too scared to continue which was weird given her usual confidence “Reg you gotta be completely honest with me for us to work, so what is it talk to me?” Janis said putting a gentle hand on Regina’s knee to show she’s not trying to be threatening “J I think my feelings for you never went away but that doesn’t make sense because how could I like y/n and you, you can only like one person at a time” Regina said starting to be more confused with herself and feelings “that’s actually not true, you can like a lot of people, it’s called being polyamorous, I’m polyamorous” Janis said a little nervous “wait really?” Regina said with a slight head tilt “yeah, also I think I still have feelings for you too which I have definitely been trying to ignore” Janis said looking down at her hands “wait what? Really? Don’t mess with me Janis that’s not funny” Regina said getting defensive “Reg, chill” Janis said putting her hand on Regina’s thigh. Regina’s breath hitched in her throat as she looks down at Janis’ hand then back up at Janis “J, I um” Regina said blushing “oh um sorry I didn’t um” Janis said pulling her hand off of Regina, Regina stopped her and and said “Janis can I um can I kiss you?” Janis nodded starting to lean in for a kiss, Regina connected their lips the same spark Regina felt earlier with y/n was there again but with Janis. They both pulled away “wow” Janis said blushing “you’re good at that” Regina giggled

*buzz* *buzz* Regina’s phone vibrated, it was y/n calling

“It’s y/n” Regina said to Janis “answer it” said Janis “ok” Regina said answering the call

“Hello?” “Hey Gina um can we talk about are um kiss from earlier?” You said worried she be mad about you bringing it up “yeah what’s up?” Regina said “um I think it meant something to me and I’m kind of hoping it meant something to you too? Also I have to be honest I still like Janis so i don’t know I feel really confused” you said freaking out a little “hey y/n” Janis said making you freak out more “JANIS?!?!” “The one and only” you couldn’t see her but you could hear the smirk on her face the way she said it “did you um hear everything I just said?” You said sounding worried “yeah but I also heard Regina have a very similar freak out a few minutes ago so don’t worry” “wait what?” “I like you y/n…and I also like Janis” Regina said “WAIT SO WE ALL LIKE EACH OTHER?” Happy shocked “Yeah” Janis said with a small laugh “um y/n you should come over to my place, Janis is already here and I feel like maybe we should um just like all be together right now you to like figure out what this means for us?” Regina suggested “um yeah absolutely I’ll be there soon” you said putting on your shoes

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*knock* *knock* “hey y/n” Janis says as she opens the door looking you up and down slowly “h-hi” you said blushing slightly

A/N: does this suck or should I write a part 2?

#mean girls #janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #janis ‘imi’ike x reader #regina george x reader #janis x regina #Regina x Janis x Reader

[risetherivermoon]

💫rosestarkillerchaser fake dating au!!!💫

raahh i wish i could answer two asks in the same post since i got another ask for this one, but here we are:

ive posted about this au a bit before, though that was less of an in depth explanation as this is going to be lol

so, basically the population of hogwarts are making tons of rumors based on the four of them, stuff about each off of them being involved with each other in one way or another,

here is basically the basis of why these rumors came across:

Barty & James: Theyve been seen leaving parties together and Barty has been seen going to the Marauders dorm room (Barty is actually tutoring James and they will leave parties to walk around and talk because James gets overwhelmed by the noise sometimes)

Evan & Regulus: They are both prefects together and they talk in hushed whispers a lot that people think has tension (They are just close friends and Evan is one of the only people that Regulus doesn't act like he despises talking to, (must be a rosier twin thing))

Barty & Evan: Barty and Evan are almost always seen touching eachother, hand holding, arm around a shoulder, head in laps, etc etc (Barty is a very handsy person and his love language is physical touch, Regulus hates being touched most of the time, but Evan doesn't mind it so Barty usually will cling to him when they're together)

Regulus & James: People suspect something is going on between the two of them because of their sudden friendship & because Regulus always looks very flustered when they talk (Reg & James are partners in their Potions class, (reggie is in the grade above because he's advanced in the subject) and Regulus has no idea how to react to how verbally validating James is and how sweet and kind, so he just goes red and stares at him)

Evan & James: People think they have something going on because Evan is just overly soft and sweet about him, calls him nicknames and pinches his cheeks (Evan does this with all of his friends, but James is just louder & basically the definition of adorable so people notice it more)

Barty & Regulus: They argue all the time but in the way where its incredibly tension filled and Barty will flirt with him all the time and Regulus doesn't punch him so that counts for something (They are just both very bantery and Barty loves making Regulus glare at him when he makes flirty comments)

basically they all find these rumors ridiculous and end up using it for their advantage. Barty comes up with the idea to just confuse the entirety of hogwarts with being fucking impossible,

Barty is doing it mostly to give a huge fuck you to his dad, James thinks this will be the best prank ever, Regulus thinks itd be funny to piss of his brother, and to bring disgrace to his family name, Evan is just...well he's bored so he goes along with it

just picture the hogwarts student body as a huge fandom who have constant ship wars, where the actual people apart of these ships are just laughing at them

but..then the plot twist: they actually start to like eachother,

that starts up the drama because all four of them are like: "this is supposed to be a joke though, this isn't supposed to feel real" and they all think the others think of it as not real, but nope, theyre all gay panicking

plus, bonus points: James didn't even know he liked men before this

oh and, Evan's excuse of him being bored is actually to cover up the fact he's had a crush on basically all three of the them at some point in his life and hes just like: "holy shit this is my time to be y/n"

but anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble abt my stupid little ideas, thanks for the ask and have a good day!!

(original post/list: socks fic ideas )

#pushing my evan is a grandma agenda #ive mentioned this b4 he's basically a different person in everything i write/make so #deal with it hes fucking fictional #marauders #marauders era #harry potter #hp #dead gay wizards #socks asks #rosestarkillerchaser #regulus black #james potter #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #evan x regulus x barty x james #me rambling like hell

[luvring]

Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor

I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time

Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here

Literally starved for content

gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz

i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt

they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)

that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!

leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)

i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe

ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.

mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you

^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr

is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst

also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity

kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(

ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you

saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me

if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.

who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me

rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true

also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket

also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??

scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that

true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll

#touchstarved #touchstarved ais #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved vere #redspring pls continue to drop lore. gimme. GImemeeme... #not a single one of these birthdays sound good to me btw. closest to happy is how leander would say all drinks on him for the night #but it doesnt change the fact he has no close friends 💀💀 #Im serious about the masquerade scene bc i need to see him in a formal setting. how hes different but still charming/the same in a way etc

[soreddieforit]

i’m living for your bartylus and jegulus and anything with regulus rn i need so many more hcs please please for my sanity ramble about him like i need to know everything abt how he takes it from the basic do you think he’s top or bottom to more

THIS IS THE SWEETEST THANK U ❤️ under the cut because you asked so nicely :)

um this ended up as me just rambling about jeggy hope that’s ok

- i sometimes hc reg as an artist. and like, james knows absolutely nothing about art, but he follows reg around the art store. stands behind him, hooks his chin over reg’s shoulder while he looks for what he needs. he asks him questions about all the things he’s picking up. he’s interested, sure, but it’s really just to hear reg ramble excitedly about things he loves.

- sometimes they spend the whole day sprawled out half on top of each other on the couch, watching back to back to back movies all day, half dozing. reg drools on james’ chest but swears he was awake and knows what was just happening on tv. james thinks it’s so endearing

- them building their home together makes me want to sob. like picking out the new plants that they’ll have in their garden over the summer. or them rearranging their furniture, just standing next to each other heads tilted trying to figure out if they like it better than how it was. and reg is like “i liked the last one better” so james is moving to rearrange the furniture for the 100th time that afternoon.

- um i think james has a thing about coming inside of reg and then eating it out of him

- also sometimes reg will wake up in the middle of the night and won’t be able to go back to sleep. so james asks if he wants to talk or snuggle or if he needs to be tired out. if he chooses the latter james will fuck him slow and sleepy and close until reg is softly crying out and arching into his touch.

- reg is a switch and verse to me. i think typically he bottoms but he’s more than happy to fuck james until he’s crying into the mattress. um and i also think he’s normally pretty in control even when bottoming. there are absolutely times where he’s completely submissive to james and times where he’s submissive but like also a brat (daddy kink comes out strong those days)

#jegulus #james potter #regulus black #mail

[islandfate]

is it sad to say … i MIGHT cry over this show today. thanks to a little lost au plotting, i went ahead and took the initiative of writing down every major and interesting plot point in season one. and wow if that didn't bring back a shitload of nostalgia and emotions for this show. plus, listening to lost's soundtrack is like an absolute punch in the gut in the best way.

it's been a lost week ( and year ) for me, surprisingly enough. i rewatched seasons 2-5 back in april and wrote some stuff for ben, which is the first time i've really dabbled in his character since 2017. last week, i mentioned lost to a new buddy and she suggested we watch it together ( since she wants to see billiam's lost video essays ) and i said fuck yeah! so we're doing that tonight. and on tuesday, i think, i met up with some friends at lunch and mentioned lost. again. but! this guy we were sitting with knew about the show, enabling me to talk/rant about lost for what would usually be a little too long, but my rambling convinced my suitemate to start watching it, so i think that's a score! and now the lost au plotting just has me in my feels. i will seriously never forget how special watching lost is, how much it means to me, my first time discovering it ... and the great thing about starting this show when you're ten years old is that, every time you watch it, you understand something new. the love i have for my favorite characters grows even deeper. i grew up alongside these characters and their stories and relationships mean so much to me. i think the reason i've written so little lost fanfiction is because this show is like, the closest to perfect it gets in my eyes? of course, this show isn't actually perfect. but i can't see a way to write something interesting or new about these characters when they already do that.

honestly, though, me and lost are synonymous. we go hand in hand. it is my show and i will defend it till my last breath, misconstrued ending be damned. and aside from bjm, there has never been something in my life that has spoken to me this much. that has touched parts of my soul i didn't even know existed. i'm not a big cryer when it comes to movies or television, but lost is always a tearjerker. not even always in a sad way – it's often the reunions, the character relationships, the touching moments that make me cry. rose and bernard's reunion, two character i don't even care about, makes me cry ( and made my nine year old brother cry ). seeing michael say goodbye to walt in that flashback will never not make me sob. the raft launching and the music swelling in the background always makes me tear up. locke finding out his father conned him to steal his kidney makes me cry SO HARD. every time. desmond and penny reconnecting over the phone??? sawyer telling jack that he met his dad before the crash, and how proud christian was of his son? giving jack that final closure? ben crying over his daughter and saying that locke is "the only one that will have me" ?!? just rips my heart out and stomps on it. i could go on and on about the emotional moments in this show, but i think that's something so great about it. lost doesn't pull its punches when it comes to making you feel. once you get attached to these characters, you're in it. you are not coming out unscathed. ana lucia, i character i don't even like very much, made me fucking cry. because you can just feel her devastation in those flashbacks. they're all just so human, and yes, they're flawed as hell, but i love what they did with these characters. even jack, for as much as i despise him ( until season 6 of course ), i still think he's a great character. and they do a damn good job of making you love characters you should absolutely hate ( cough ben & michael ).

it's just not fair that no one watches this show anymore!! and if i have to be the person that spreads the word, then i'll do it. because i think it's genuinely worth watching. and there's not a moment that's gone by i regret spending time on lost, because it means that much to me. i've watched all six seasons every year since i was ten, sometimes watched it again that same year ( as 2023 is shaping up to be one of those years ), so i've seen this show fully through at least ten times. that's over a whole month of my life spent watching lost. 37 days. and it'll only grow, because i'm taking this show to the grave with me.

anyway. thanks for coming to my ted talk. more lost thoughts will be happening soon, i'm sure – especially after i watch the pilot episodes. expect many more rambles <3

#i've looked into the eye of this island ( thoughts ) #will never get over this show actually #might be tearing up a little bit just THINKING abt it #lost. ily

[anauro]

This is going to be rambly, so um, strap in.

I'm obsessed with DASS, and what really got me was when James and Reg finally get together and start having sex, it's actually realistic? Like they need to talk about what works for them and what doesn't, things they're uncomfortable with. They have a few false starts and insecurities etc.

With so many fics, when the characters get together after a slow burn everything is just perfect and they know without talking exactly what the other wants and get straight to having mind-blowing sex. Which is great and indulgent and so fun to read, but also isn't necessarily realistic.

I think someone sent you a comment here about that chapter and said it seemed awkward and it didn't flow, but I think they missed the point a little bit. Your writing there was just so amazingly intricate and intentional and I really loved how you wrote their dynamic in these last few chapters.

The intentionality of your writing really makes me feel like I'm watching a mastermind at work 😁 So you know, thanks ❤️

Awww babe 🥺🥺

You’re always welcome to ramble in my inbox, especially if you’re gonna be this lovely!!

I have a big thing for realistic smut, I sometimes I even say safe sex is my kink and that’s so boring of me lmao. I was fairly worried people won’t like the smutty scenes because they were explicit in all the wrong ways, so I’m glad at least someone liked it!!! Sadly there are still a lot of details I didn’t include cause some things are too much even for me, although I did have to force my brain to ignore them 😂.

And yeah, most words I write are intentional, some just write themselves and it’s only looking back that I realise I could give them meaning. And sometimes I just wait to see what your guys thoughts are and lead the story from there 😌. There’s a bit more of that fore planning coming up and I really hope I do a better job disgusting my plot points than I did with the whole rosekiller hook up. There i was, thinking I was being sly and it took everyone about 1h to see right through me 🤣🤣. Well, it did work out fine in the end and made that side plot much more interesting so at least there’s that!!!

Anyway, thank you so much for dumping it in my inbox this fine Wednesday morning (tho it feels like it should have been Thursday already)! I actually wrote a reply first thing this morning and then lost 4G and the whole text so I begrudgingly took my time typing it all out again lol

Love you sweet anon 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

#roc answers #drugs and surgical scrubs #dass #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #nice anons <3

[artemisia-black]

does Sirius have a type? I’m curious because one could read his pull towards Aeliana as one that is - sorta digging into his hurt regarding his mother. I’ve read it somewhere- the idea I think is that if a guy who has had a bad past with their mother goes after someone who has key similarities to their mother (not identical, just key ones), that if they’re successful in getting underneath the surface, it’s like them saying ‘you’re wrong I can be loved for who I am’ because because he “won” (1)

2) the affection of said girl in question? Also the idea of “fixing” his relationship with his mother through girl with key similarities to her by proxy. Though the only similarity it seems Aeliana has witb Walburga is that she’s haughty. But that’s a pretty key trait Imo. (Just contemplating theories here! 😊)

OMG OMG ANON, thank you so much for this question, I have been dying to ramble about this, because Sirius’s complex relationship to his background/family really interplays with his relationship with Aeliana (and it is why she is in both my WIPs). And while I hope I’ve written her as a female character that doesn’t just exist to serve the male, she is a mirror to Sirius’s shadow self and the parts of himself he denies. 

So when I first sat down to write Pietas I decided several key things:

Leaving home wasn’t a decision he made lightly- as I’ve talked about before, Sirius is deeply wounded by his family - to the point where he’s still bitter about Regulus being the ‘much better son,’ despite Reg being dead and Sirius having endured Azkaban.

He is far more of a Black than he’d ever admit - I think I’ve said this to death, but the language he uses to dehumanise Peter, echoes Walburga (I have a whole meta pending about Sirius and unacknowledged privilege).  

I think Walburga’s portrait is a caricature of a woman in the midst of grief, that over emphasizes her worst traits. Although I don’t think she was a ‘nice’ or ‘sweet’ person, I don’t think she was shrieking at everyone (I have a meta about the sexist undertones to her portrayal). I wrote my dissertation on the mechanisms of stigma and it is entirely about social power. Often an ‘elite’ group picks a characteristic and represses those with that characteristic. And the choice is often utterly arbitrary. Also the vast majority of discrimination (the mechanisms through which stigma is enacted) operates through institutions and isn’t simply people screaming epithets.So under normal circumstances I imagine Walburga as proud, haughty, comfortable with institutions protecting her heritage, fashionable, cutting when she wants to be and generally the Regina George of the British Pureblood scene (and this does sound like Aeliana). 

Side note: Aeliana is half Egyptian/half Italian and although she and Sirius are different nationalities they are both purebloods. And within this society  it’s blood status and not race/nationality that is the qualifier for social status.  

So when coming up with her character, I did write down generic traits I think a character like Sirius would be attracted to. She’s intelligent, isn’t a pushover (a very key need when dealing with Sirius), she can be very loving and has a wild streak. Also in D&D she’s sexy/sexually confident as I imagine Sirius having a strong sexual side.

But Aeliana is  also an elitist, and while not a deatheater she is comfortable with institutional discrimination (through blocking the building of a magical school) and is comfortable within her position in society and takes pride in her name. 

And this comfort is what I imagine Sirius is describing when he says that his parent’s thought Voldemort had the right idea but weren’t keen on his methods. She is far more embedded in the pureblood world than Sirius is, but she does chafe against parts of it. 

And yes part of his attraction to her in Pietas, is the acceptance of his family if they marry. Plus the fact that she appears (at least to Sirius) to come from a traditional family where love and fondness is shown. She is friends with Slytherins and is an approved match from his family, so at least subconsciously he knows her views about things. 

In D&D, she pulls him back into the world he’s been running from and holds a mirror to the things he’s suppressed. 

IMO Sirius’s fatal flaw is his failure to recognise his privilege and how shaped by his upbringing he is. So yes his attraction to Aeliana is rooted in the part of him that is very much a Black. 

#Sirius black #my writing #lovely anon asks

[itsjaywalkers]

UMMMM NOTHING HAPPENS???

Dude. This, you’ve done something with this.

Like the first part REGGIES ADORABLE, and they’re obvs already soulmates, and it’s setting the Sirius dynamic. Like especially with James and Sirius, I think it’s a fun way to explore their friendship, and James’ inability to say no.

THEN THE NEXT PART! JAMES MY LOVE YOU.ARE.JELOUS!!!!!! Like my guy. The “baby”, James please have a conscious thought. The beef between Pandora and Sirius is so real <3. But it’s interesting to see like another sibling haver perspective on Sirius and Reg cause James is just James. Like it’s speaks a lot about everyone’s dynamic I think how everyone interacts with the twins (Love them but the way, your Evan is <333)

THEN THE LAST PART. HOLY SHIT. Like i thought they were about to have a cute moment (which i guess they did) but then BAM “what about your girlfriend?”. It was like a record scratch in my brain. I’m very excited to get Regs’ side of the story, and James is my bbg i’ll always defend him even if he sucks, if James said it was a platonic make out session, it was a platonic make out session. (I’m kidding he’s being a dick) BUT THE “You’re my best friend” while they were literally sucking face. Babe. Please. AND WHEN HE CALLED OUT WOLFSTAR, you have literally no room to talk. Like at all. But like, him being like “Em. Babe. ur overreacting” While reg was literally cuddled up in him. LIKE WHAT JAMES? THATS INSANE!

But like based of what you’ve posted IDK, but it’s different than what I expected?? (in a good way). Like the characterization is so compelling in this! I’m very excited for this and am very patiently waiting for the next part, in the meantime i’ll be re reading and finding even more insane bits i missed i’m sure.

(sorry for rambling, but thank you lots for writing <3)

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR RAMBLING and this ask made my day, i couldn't answer until now bc i've been shopping all morning/afternoon but !!! i read it as soon as i woke up and it made me <3 so very happy <333

ELEVEN YEAR-OLD REGGIE IS SOOOO CUTE i need to put him in my mouth and . chew . he's so very dear to me i swear <333 i also love his dynamic with sirius and all the banter between james and sirius was so fun to write. their friendship sort of . deteriorates . in a way . bc of regulus and both sirius and james' inability to share, so i'm glad i got to write them like this before that, like proper best friends!!!

HE'S SO FUCKING JEALOUS IT'S ACTUALLY CONCERNING the 'baby' was playing soooo dirty and so manipulative of him. and i'm so glad u enjoy sirius and pandora's rivalry bc it's one of my fav things in nothing happens hehe. and yessss james has a very . close-minded view of siblings, in a way, since he's an only child and he's never gonna understand what goes down in those kinds of bonds. so getting to see the twins and how they behave and interact with others helps with james' lacking perspective imo!! also nothing happens evan is my baby, i'm so happy u like him <333

THE LAST PART IS THE WOMAN OF THE HOUR I THINK so intense so hot so dramatic <3 the mention of james' gf IS supposed to hit, bc despite the fic being from his pov, he never thinks about her until reg mentions her, which is . wild . if u stop to think about it . idk if we'll ever get reg's side of the story bc nothing happens works better bc it's james-centric but !! who knows !! i'd love to write his pov of some moments for sure (and share more content of the twins too). also i'm so surprised to see how much ppl are loving nh james??? he's gonna get worse, so idk how long this will last but i'm quite pleased so far bc i adoreeee him. HE'S SUCH A PIECE OF SHIT DURING THAT WHOLE CONVO telling his literal gf she's overreacting when he has reg seated on his lap, telling reg he's his best friend after having his tongue down his throat . he's insane . especially bc he believes every single word coming out of his mouth

oh i'm so glad ur liking it despite the story not being what u expected (so relieved it's in a good way tho). the characterizations in nothing happens are what make the fic super compelling to me too so <3 taking this as a huge compliment <3 i'm gonna go back to writing oby + a pandalily pwp now so idk when the next part will be ready but !! since nothing happens is what i always write on the side bc it comes quite easy to me, it could be done sooner than it seems. we'll see!!

thank you so much for reading and for sending such a lovely ask, it means the whole world MWAH <333

#this got so long IM SO SORRY #im just . obsessed with nothing happens #as u all can see lmao #asks #anons #fic series: nothing happens

[echos-newlegs]

Can I request 8 from the list with Tech?

Stop Thinking

Ahh yes!

Tech x Reader: "No, no- I liked it."

Warnings: slight cursing

Tech licked his lips. Squinting with furrowed brows as he looked at himself in the mirror. He was feeling self conscious about himself, and it didn't help you and the others decided to head for 79s. A place full of regs.. Normal clones. Perfect clones. Clones you seemed to get along with as well as you got along with him and his brothers.

"Tech, you about ready?" Your voice called from outside the door, and he felt his breath catch. "I uh, yeah, one second." He called back. Running his fingers through his hair one last time. Then slipping out of the fresher. None of you were dressed fancy. You all had your blacks on and lower armor still attached. The others already waiting outside while you stayed back for Tech.

He looked over to you. You were seated on a chair. Fixing your boots, then straightening up when you saw him trail out. "You feeling okay?" You asked. Looking at his slightly distressed form. Hands trembling a bit. "Yeah, I'm fine." You frowned. You knew he wasn't, but you didn't try and press it.

You stood up, looking up to the taller male with a small smile. "Ready then?" He nodded. You opening the door and heading out of the Marauder. Closing the door behind the two of you. He was quieter than normal as the two of you trailing behind his brothers as they bickered and rambled.

You were concerned to say the least. "It's really nice tonight, " you tried to start a conversation and he looked over. Nodding a bit. He was thankful you were trying. His mind was wandering, degrading every little thing about himself. "It really is, the stars are beautifully aligned, too." He commented, and you smiled. Looking up as the five of you went to get a cab.

You and Tech had to take a separate one. The ride was quiet, but it wasn't awkward. You were relaxed and he felt a little better just with you. You never once treated him differently for being defective. You treated him with the same respect you did other clones. If anything, you were a bit nicer to him than most. Always holding conversations, smiling his way, or going out of your way to help him. It always made his day a little brighter. Especially on days like these.

"You gunna dance with me?" You asked as you both approached 79's. You've only danced with him once. It was when you were both pretty buzzed, he was actually drunker than you. Which was a shock, but you never forgot it. It was one of the best nights of your life, and by the way he smiled fondly and his cheeks tinted pink. You were sure he at least remembered a bit of it. "Sure," you giggled a bit at that.

You walked out of the cab. Tech waiting for you to catch up with him. Two of you walking in to see the rest of the gang towards the back where they normally sat. You were going to head back there, but was stopped by the 104th. "Y/n!" Comet and Sinker nearly screamed as they ran over to you. Making you smile and snicker. Giving Tech a small glance as if to say you would join him in a bit. It didn’t take him long to disband from your side and head for the others.

You could practically feel who you assumed was Crosshair glaring daggers into the back of your skull for the five minutes you were talking to the troopers. You were just catching up, it was harmless. Or at least that’s what you thought.

“Sorry, I’m back,” you spoke with a small laugh as you sat at the booth the bad batch took over as theirs. “Welcome!” Wrecker chirped. Shoving you lightly with a snicker, and you snickered back. Eyes moving to Hunter and Crosshairs. “What..?” You spoke with a bit of a frown. “Why were you talking to them?” Cross spat, and you sighed. “Cross, I used to work for the 104th, I’m not about to ignore them. How’d you feel if I got assigned another troop and I just straight up ignored you guys?” You spat back. You noticed Hunters expression changed. He seemed to change his view point on it all, but Crosshair just scoffed.

“We should just enjoy our drinks-“ “Can it, Tech,” Cross sneered, and his eyes moved back to yours. Leaning over the table, but you didn’t back up. “They’re regs, we don’t talk to them, what part of that do you not understand?” It was your turn to lean in now. Furrowing your brow. “What part of you don’t run my life do you not understand?” You snarled. Smacking your hands on the table and standing.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wrecker asked, and you didn’t even turn to answer. “The bar.” Tech sat there and sighed. Head in hands. “They mean no harm and you know it,” “Tech we know as good as you that you feel insecure when she talks with the Regs.” Tech snapped his attention to his brother. Frown forming on his face. Nostrils flaring, “You don’t know bantha shit,” he snapped, and headed off to the bar as well.

It was nights like these he wished he was normal. Kriff, he loved his brothers, but their attitudes were always too stern and glum. He needed change, so he decided to accompany you at the bar with Comet, Sinker, Boost, Wolffe, and a few other troopers.

You noticed him approaching, smiling, but then frowning a bit. “If you came to drag me back to the table I won’t. I’m not letting Crosshairs petty attitude ruin my night.” He shook his head, fingers fiddling with the armor on his thighs. “No, I came to join you, actually.” Your smiled returned. Shoving Comet with a grin. “Move over, Tech sits by me!” Comet grumbled a bit, but did as told. “Yes, Sir,” he spoke and you rolled your eyes with a toothy grin.

“Alright Tech, this is Comet, Sinker, and Boost, that over there is Wolffe.” Everyone but Wolffe waved. “Don’t let him scare you off, he’s actually quite enjoyable.” You informed Tech with a grin. Shooting Wolffe a wink, which made the commander roll his eyes. Lips curled just shy of a smile. “Everyone, this is Tech, a good friend of mine.” He knew it shouldn’t, but you addressing him as a friend and not a coworker made his chest bubble with joy. Smiling as the others waved and welcomed him.

You, Tech, and The Wolfpack all participated in some drinking games with one another. One of them was ‘take a shot each time you could make Wolffe roll his eyes, two if he rolled his head and eyes.’ Though after some time you all moved to a different one since the buzz was hitting and Sinker was singing ‘Sweet Caroline,’ in a near scream.

You were laughing and enjoying yourself, and Tech spent most of the time looking over and studying your face. The way your nose scrunched up when you scolded one of the troopers, jokingly. The way your eyes nearly closed when you were laughing at a joke. Or even just the way your smile never seemed to faulter. This is what he wanted. He wanted an environment like this. One with you happy constantly. Where you weren’t scolding his brothers for something stupid. Or even himself. He began to wonder if you should transfer back to the 104th, or another legion in general.

His thoughts got the best of him again. Zoning out as he played with an empty shot glass on the counter. Coming back to when you nudged his side. “Hm?” “You good, Tech?” You asked, and his eyes widened. Realizing he was zoned out. He nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah uh, yeah I’m fine. I just uhm.. need some air, is all.” He spoke, turning in the chair and heading off to the doors. You weren’t about to let this slide any longer.

You jumped off your stool, heading for the door with him. Catching it before it closed. The music still able to be heard outside the door once shut. “Hey, what’s wrong?” You asked, watching him turn around with a near hurt expression. “Don’t lie, either, I know you aren’t okay, I’ve been working around you long enough to know that.” You spoke. Approaching him a bit closer. You watched as he caved in. You could see it by the way he seemed to slump forward. His light eyes seeming to shatter. Worrying at his bottom lip.

“Y/n?..” he spoke, and you tilted your head a bit. “What is it, Techy?” You didn’t use that nickname on him much. Mainly only for your ears to hear. You weren’t sure of it at first, but he seemed to take a liking to it. Tech closing his eyes and sighing at the nickname. Then slowly opening them again. “I don’t think you belong with us.” He told you, and you furrowed your brows. He could tell his words hurt you, and he knew they would. “What?” Your voice wavered a bit. “I don’t mean it in anything against you, Kriff. You’re absolutely perfect, but you just seem so much happier with the 104th.” He told you. “I want what’s best for you, and well,” he chuckled, beginning to pace in front of you. “Quite honestly we aren’t the best. We’re stubborn, hard to work with, and quite un-enjoyable half the times.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “And you think the Wolfpack is any better? Did you see Wolffe? His scold is worse than Hunter and Crosshairs combined, and he holds a grudge as long, and if not longer than all of you. Then Sinker? Boost? Comet? For stars sake they’re a handful, they’re crazy, and chaotic, and Tech. What I’m trying to say is every clone unit has its flaws. No matter what. Whether it be the commander, Captain, General, Arc Trooper, whoever. There’s flaws in everyone.” You told him.

He stopped his pacing. Watching you as you told your spew, “and honestly, Tech. You aren’t in the authority to tell me what is good for me. I enjoy you all, even if I disagree with you all at times. I don’t expect a perfect troop. We’re in a war for makers sake,” you spoke, and noticed him shift at the mention of the war. “I enjoy all of you. Tech.. I enjoy you.” His eyes lit up at that. Then he looked back down.

“I’m not like them though, I’m blind, I can’t see without.. Without these,” he tapped his goggles. “I’m tan, sure, but I’m lighter than even my brothers and.. I stand out, and I hate it, y/n,” he rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “I feel like I’m not good enough,” your heart shattered into a million tiny pieces at his words. Stepping closer. Pausing when he seemed to tense. Reaching out to place your hands on his shoulders as if to ground him as you looked up to him.

You just stood there, watching his eyes look over yours for a moment. Searching for an answer, like he always was. “Tech, stop thinking.” He furrowed his brow. “You’re overthinking all of this, you’re good enough, in my eyes you are.” You told him. Watching as he seemed to relax under your touch. Hands running up to rest on the sides of his neck. Thumbs rubbing his exposed skin. Making him shudder. “I don’t care if you’re different,or that you need glasses. Tech, you’re absolutely perfect to me. You’re brilliant, handsome, and a fucking badass.” You both snickered at that. Techs fingers tapping at his thighs.

“Thank you,” you smiled and nodded. “‘Course.” The both of you standing there for a second. Taking in the moment and the touch of one another. Then you made a move that you immediately blamed on the booze. Pressing a quick kiss to his lips, and he froze up. Eyes widening. “Sorry I-“ you blurted, taking a step back. Pulling your hands from the base of his neck, but he caught them with his. His hands carefully holding yours. “No no- I liked it,” he assured, and you both smiled. Cheeks tinted pink. “Well..” you hummed, “you still up for that dance?” He chuckled and nodded. “Always.”

#bad batch x reader #star wars #star wars writing #the bad batch #the clone wars #writing #the bad batch tech x reader #tech the bad batch #bad batch tech #tech x reader

[invalid-prongs]

Is this a full documentation of my own experience projected into Starchaser? Wouldn’t be an Emmo post if it wasn’t. Except I don’t have a James Potter... or any partner, really. Although, full love and affection to the handsome and talented @wolfstarskidd because they helped me through the entire process (even though I still fainted). Also, James is 18, Regulus is 16 (:

CW: injections, needles, covid, fainting

“I can’t do this.”

“Of course you can,” James frowns, squeezing his boyfriend’s hand softly. “Go on, I believe in you. And when you come out, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Regulus swallows thickly and stares up at the blue building. “Come with me,” he feels tears gathering and he tries to blink them away. “Jamie, please, come with me, I can’t do this.”

A small tug forces Regulus to look at his boyfriend. “I don’t think I can, but I’m sure you can still text me, alright?”

Guess that’s as good as it’ll get it, Regulus takes a deep breath, nods, and steps out of the car.

“Come on, get it together,” he mumbles to himself as he steps up to the building, a looming sign in front of him reading:

COVID-19 VACCINES: APPOINTMENT ONLY. WEAR A MASK.

He inhales sharply and digs his mask from his pocket. Appointment? He doesn’t have one of those, does he?

“Hello sir,” a man in the open doorway smiles. “Do you have an appointment or are you a walk-in?”

“Uh... a walk-in?”

“How old are you?”

“Sixteen.”

“Brilliant. Go to the left and we’ll sign you in.”

Regulus nods and steps past the man, feeling like his legs are going to give way. He joins the small queue, tossing his phone between his hands, waiting for the screen to light up. And then it pings softly.

Jamie: I’m right outside. I love you. You’ve got this x

Before he can reply, the receptionist calls up, “next!” and Regulus looks up to see that it’s his turn to check in.

“Can I have your reference number?” her eyes brighten slightly as if she’s smiling behind her mask. Regulus’s breath hitches in his throat and he freezes. “Sir?”

“I don’t have one,” he forces out. “I’m a walk-in.”

The lady keeps smiling. “Awesome. Go down the hall and you’ll be redirected from there.”

Regulus moves on quickly, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles down the corridor. Another man takes his name and points for him to wait in the queue. “Five minutes,” he smiles before turning away.

Regulus opens his phone and clicks on James’s message. A small smile worms onto his face and a sense of relief fills him.

Regulus: I love you too. I wish you were here.

He takes a deep breath and tucks his phone into his pocket. The guy from before comes back, offers him some hand sanitizer and then points him down into another room. Regulus nods, thanks him, and moves along.

And then he’s there.

His steps falter before he collapses into one of the empty chairs. His eyes scan the room, wide and fearful, as he realises this is it. There’s people strolling around, volunteers laughing amongst themselves, wrappers being ripped open, and—

Regulus gags and turns his head. His leg starts to bounce, his fingers drumming on his knee and his breath going haywire. He blindly digs out his phone, unlocking it, and typing away.

Regulus: Jamie, help me. Please. I’m scared.

No reply.

Regulus: James I’m scared don’t leave me come and get me please

Regulus: JAMES HELP ME

“Is there a sixteen year old?”

Regulus pricks his ears, looking up to see the two volunteers frowning to themselves. One of them glances at Regulus but shakes his head and murmurs, “I’ll go see if there’s one waiting,” and then walks out of the room.

Regulus: They want a sixteen year old but they don’t know I’m one. Do I tell them? James?

Regulus: I think I have to tell them but I don’t know.

James: Sorry! My service went bad! I’m sure it’s going to be just fine, okay? Maybe ask for some water. And yes, you should probably tell them you’re sixteen.

Regulus takes a deep breath, turning off his phone just as a guy walks over and smiles softly. “Do you want to go to the station with the nurse in light blue?”

Not really, he thinks but nods and moves along. He awkwardly stands by the table as she cleans out the tub, turning with a smile on her face. “Oh! Hello! Do take a seat.”

Regulus drops into one of the black chairs and sets his phone on the table, his entire body shaking. “Shall we start with a name?”

“Regulus.”

“Hey Regulus, I’m Annie. Is this your second dose?”

“First.”

“Brilliant. Can I have your NHS number?”

He blinks a few times. “My what?”

“The number you get when you’re born that’s on all your hospital paperwork,” she smiles. “Have you got it with you? No? Not to worry, I’ll just get my colleague to find you on the system.”

Regulus nods as the nurse walks away to a different table. After a moment she waves Regulus over and he grabs his phone before anxiously following.

“This is Lynne, and she’s just going to go through some things with you so we can verify your identity and get you your vaccine.”

He nods and takes a seat. The nurse, Lynne, runs through his medical record, checking some facts and talking casually about his Sixth Form and life plans.

“Since you’re underage and here alone, I need an emergency contact. It can be a parent or guardian, or somebody reachable,” she smiles. Regulus’s mind ticks.

He can’t put his parents down, and Sirius is in Wales visiting Remus’s family. “Can you take my boyfriends number?” he asks and the nurse nods with a small smile. “Okay, cool.”

They go through a few more things, Regulus’s nausea growing by the moment. The nurse eyes him carefully. “Love, there’s nothing to be scared of."

Regulus laughs mutedly. “That’s what James said,” he murmurs softly. “I’m sorry, I’ll be fine.”

She laughs fondly. “Would you like him to come in with you?”

The black-haired lad feels himself brighten up slightly. “Can he?”

“Of course. Give him a ring and I’ll check there’s an available room for you, so that you can lie on a bed and have the vaccine, just to calm you slightly.”

Regulus smiles in thanks and pulls up his phone. “Jamie?”

“Reg? Done already?”

“No, but the nurse said you can come in if you need.”

“I can hear your voice shaking. Give me two minutes, alright? I’ll be right there with you.”

The nurse comes back, telling the staff at the desk to keep an eye out for a lad named James, before taking Regulus into one of the screened-off rooms. “Jacket off, pop yourself on the bed.”

He does as he’s told, closing his eyes and shaking nervously. Lynne begins to talk to him sweetly, and he rambles back subconciously. He catches himself mentioning James wanting to call their new cat Beef Baby instead of Amadeus, and she laughs lightly.

And then the needle goes in.

Regulus pulls himself up slightly, jaw dropping and a small scream escaping his lips. His arm feels on fire as the liquid runs into his veins, but then there’s a hand in his own, squeezing tightly.

Jamie.

“I’ve got you baby,” he murmurs into his boyfriend’s hair as the nurse pulls out the needle and sets it into a tub. “You did so well, you’re so brave, I’ve got you.”

“You came,” the younger lad whispers, the world fraying slightly. The nurse smiles at them, cleaning everything up and sticking some cotton wool over the scratch.

“Didn’t even bleed, love, you’re right as rain,” she pats his shoulder softly. “Do you want to try and stand up?”

James grabs his boyfriend’s jacket as Regulus slowly turns his legs off the bed and pulls himself to his feet. He stands there for a moment, before nodding. “I’m good,” he says, before the floor gets abnormally closer to his face and everything blacks out.

With a soft groan, Regulus tips his head and twitches his foot. “Am I alive?” he opens his eyes slowly to see James smiling down at him in relief. “Is this Heaven?”

The elder lad chuckles softly, stroking his boyfriend’s cheek. “You passed out,” he runs a hand through his touselled hair before looking up. “Will he be okay?”

“Perfectly,” someone agrees, and Regulus tips his head to see a few paramedics surrounding him, as well as a handful of nurses. He groans and drops his head back to the floor.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, and James laughs again.

“Did you have breakfast?” one of the paramedics asks, and Regulus nods. “What did you eat?”

“Toast with butter and jam and two cups of tea,” James answers easily. “Same as every morning.”

Regulus smiles weakly as he’s helped back onto his feet. James circles his arms around his waist carefully, and doesn’t pull away when they walk.

“Come on, let’s sit you down,” he pulls them over to the waiting area, and Regulus curls himself onto James’s lap, his resting on his shoulder. One of the male nurses brings over a cup of water and some biscuits.

“Strictly speaking, these aren’t for you, but in this case, we can make an exception.” He flashes the pair a grin as Regulus cautiously reaches into the box.

He pulls at his mask to down the water and nibble away at the shortbread. “Try it,” he urges James, who rolls his eyes but takes a bite anyways.

“I’m so proud of you,” the elder lad whispers in his ear when they’re allowed to leave fifteen minutes later. “You did so well today. I’m sorry it had to happen.”

Regulus hums softly. “Small price to protect the world.”

James laughs softly as they step outside to the car, opening the passenger door for his boyfriend. “You hero.”

#this ended slightly weird #but its true experiences i had today #16/08/21 that is #so basically #it's all true #except for the romance #i didn't have a boyfriend #or a james potter #and my dad refused to go in #so #yay #marauders #marauders era #regulus black #regulus x james #james x regulus #starchaser #jegulus #covid #covid vaccine #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #gryffindor #slytherin #modern au #muggle au #hogwarts

[wanderinginksplot]

Hi! I wanted to make a request from the “Everything is terrible, so why not have some fics?” post. You said you didn’t have any and I loved the Tech - First Kiss fic you wrote. I wanted to request 15F with fem!reader. I’m thinking more fluff but reader needs to let out some emotions that have been bottled up for a while through some tears. (I hope I’m not asking too much)

Wrecker is my favorite and I moved halfway across the country from home to figure out life for myself and I’m kinda homesick myself.

Hey, @gjrain20-starwars! Thank you so much for the request! I’m realizing that this is probably toeing the line between fluff and hurt/comfort, and I apologize! Enjoy!

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Wrecker + Homesick Fem!Reader

You crept quietly through the halls of Spearpoint Outpost. There was a strict, recently established curfew on base. Ever since Anaxes had become the focus of a Separatist campaign, security on Spearpoint had stepped up from ‘routine’ to ‘unpleasant’. 

The only reason you were out and about so late at night was to try to make a rare call home. The middle of the night was the only time there was a chance of catching a spare bit of signal to make a personal call. GAR-standard comms were strong enough to hog all available frequencies when they were being used, so nighttime was the only option. Besides, the time difference meant that your calls would come through in the morning back home on Bespin.

At least, they would if you could ever get through. After a full hour of trying without success, desperate for a scrap of a familiar voice, you had bitten back tears of lonely frustration and started the return journey to your bunk.

You probably should have been more worried about being caught out of barracks after curfew. If a superior officer found you, it would mean a solid dressing-down at best, and likely some disciplinary action. At absolute worst, they could discharge you from the GAR altogether considering the state of things on Anaxes. That didn’t sound like as much of a punishment as it should have in your current emotional state.

Still, you walked quickly and quietly through the winding tunnels that made up Spearpoint Outpost. There weren’t many people around so late, and you were wearing your full uniform. No one would notice that you were out of place unless they were looking.

“Hey!” a voice bellowed from beside you, so abruptly that you fumbled and dropped the comlink you had been cradling absently.

“What the-?” you glanced around rapidly, zeroing in on the source of the noise after only a moment. The greeting had come from Wrecker, the largest, loudest member of the Bad Batch, who had recently been based on Anaxes. It was only a temporary assignment while the GAR had them run a series of missions around the area to ward off the Separatists, but they had been at Spearpoint for a few weeks and would likely be here at least a few more. 

A solid chunk of your coworkers weren’t a fan of the Bad Batch. Hunter was nice enough, you guessed, but quiet. He kept to himself as a rule. Tech was whip-smart but not great with social situations. He had alienated some of Spearpoint’s officers by pointing out ways they were minorly breaking regs. Crosshair seemed to be purposefully unpleasant, so most people avoided him on principle. Wrecker, though, had gone out of his way to make friends on Spearpoint. 

Somehow, you in particular had attracted his attention. If the Bad Batch were on-planet, you saw Wrecker at least once every day. 

“Wrecker!” you hissed, clutching at your chest. Unnecessarily, you told him, “You scared me!”

You stooped to pick up the comlink, but Wrecker got to it first. It was unfair for someone that big to be so fast, you mused. You tried to grab the comlink from him, but he had a good grip on it. There was no way you were getting it back through force. The idea was laughable.

“Why are you awake so late?” Wrecker asked, ignoring your efforts to get the comlink back.

“Late shift,” you lied. “Just got done.”

He watched you skeptically, the eyebrow over his good eye lifting. “You’ve been off-duty since nineteen-hundred hours, liar.”

You stared at him, aghast. “How do you know that?”

“You’re always done at nineteen-hundred,” he answered simply, studying the comlink. 

“Then you know why I need to get back to my barracks before anyone sees me,” you told him, deciding to trust the Bad Batcher. “I’m breaking curfew by about four hours, here.”

“Curfew?” he asked, belting out a laugh that made you nervously glance around at the empty hallway. “No one obeys curfew.”

“I do,” you argued, nettled. “We’re in a war zone.”

“Barely,” Wrecker snorted. “Do you think you’ll bring the Seppies here by being out of bed too late?”

“No, but I’d rather not be demoted,” you said icily. “Now, give me my comlink. I need to get back before anyone catches me or turns me in.”

“Okay,” he agreed easily, handing the comlink over. “I’ll walk you back.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder. Wrecker seemed nice enough, but he was big and loud. Your chances of getting caught with him were much higher than if you were alone. “No, thank you. I’m all right.”

He tsked at you. “Don’t you know we’re in a war zone? I’m coming along.”

You rolled your eyes and walked a little faster in hope of losing him. Of course, he was faster than you ever gave him credit for, so he kept up with ease.

“So, who was important enough that you’re willing to risk a demotion to talk to them?” Wrecker asked, gesturing to the comlink in your hand. “Boyfriend?”

“No,” you denied instantly. “My family. I haven’t… haven’t seen them since I joined the GAR. I’ve only gotten to speak to them a few times.”

Wrecker was silent at that, but a glance up at him revealed that he seemed deep in thought. “You miss them.”

“I do,” you admitted, wrapping your arms around yourself, “but it’s more than that. I miss everything about my home. I miss the food in Cloud City. I miss the birds and the sunsets. I miss being home, you know?”

You vaguely recognized that you were rambling, but the words wouldn’t stop. “I don’t know what I’m even doing here. Everything is different and I’m scared all of the time. Sometimes, I think all of this was a mistake.”

You finally stopped talking and pretended to study the hallway wall, doing your best to sniffle in a way that he wouldn’t hear. Of course, it would have been hard to miss the horrible, thick sound of tears in your voice. You subtly wiped your face and cleared your throat. 

What were you doing? Wrecker was an elite soldier, even more so than the other troopers that constantly surrounded you. He had literally been bred for strength and durability. You couldn’t afford to look weak in front of any of them, but especially not in front of Wrecker. He was the strongest man you had ever known. He must think you were so silly, crying over a home and family when they were safe. You were just away from them right now. There was no need for tears. You were just having trouble convincing your heart about that.

A large hand settled on your shoulder, the immense weight of it grounding you. 

“I understand,” Wrecker said softly - well, as softly as you had ever heard him speak. “I don’t have a home, but I have a family. I don’t know what I would do without them. I’d hate to be away from ‘em.”

“Even… Even Crosshair?” you joked weakly, interrupted by a slight cracking in your voice.

Wrecker chuckled, the sound lower and more personal than you were used to hearing from him. “Even Crosshair. Don’t tell him I said that, though. Family is family, even if we drive each other crazy sometimes. And it wasn’t a mistake, coming here. I might be biased, ‘cause this is the only way I met you, but different isn’t bad, ya know? You’re doing your best and it’s helping you grow. It’s uncomfortable now, but uncomfortable and scared are the first steps to some great stuff.”

“I guess-” you hiccuped softly and laughed a little at the ridiculousness of having a post-midnight philosophical therapy session with the massive Bad Batch member. “I guess you do understand.” 

Wrecker hummed an agreement at that. “Besides, home and family aren’t just the stuff you left behind, ya know? You’ve got friends here.” He beamed, squeezing your shoulder with what must have been a tiny fraction of his immense strength. “And, hey, you’ve got me!”

“Do I?” you asked, enjoying the first effortless smile you had worn in a while.

“Of course! I want to be part of your new family.” He paused, rubbing at the back of his neck. “If that’s okay with you, I mean.”

“I…” you paused to swipe under your eyes once more. “I would like that, I think.”

“Good!” Wrecker smiled, stooping toward you. You were wrapped up in the best hug of your life before you knew what was happening. 

Wrecker was even more giant this close, and you were surrounded on all sides by warmth and solid muscle. He squeezed and lifted you just a bit, letting your feet dangle a short distance above the ground. You couldn’t reach all the way around his broad back, but you had your arms wrapped around him anyway, holding onto him just as tightly as he was to you.

When you finally patted his back, Wrecker gently deposited you onto your feet once more and stepped back. His eyes were bright and warm, which perfectly matched how you felt. Hugging Wrecker had felt like taking a deep breath, like a sip of water after a hard workout, like stretching after a long transport ride. 

“Thank you, Wrecker,” you said. It felt like too simple a phrase to sum up everything you were feeling, but it was everything you had.

“Anytime,” he replied easily. “I mean it. If you need anything, whether it’s a hug or to hit someone, come find me.”

You nodded, and he pulled a faux serious face. “Now, off to bed before someone finds out you’re breaking curfew.”

“We are in a war zone,” you agreed with a grin. 

The rest of the short walk to your bunk took place in a companionable silence. As you reached to type the code into the pad next to the door, Wrecker tapped your wrist to stop you. 

“Hey, you should come by the Havoc Marauder tomorrow,” he suggested quietly.

You frowned. “Why? Didn’t you guys crash-land like, two days ago?”

“Yeah, why?” Wrecker asked, looking confused. His face cleared a moment later. “Oh, no, we aren’t going anywhere. But I’ll get Tech to kick up the power on your comlink. You should be able to talk to your family without GAR comms interfering. Your long-distance family, I mean.”

You felt the smile spread over your face, but Wrecker interrupted as you started to thank him. “And, that way, you’ll be able to contact us when we’re off-planet. Ya know, in case you want to talk to your new family, too.”

“That sounds perfect,” you accepted gratefully, not typing in the code to your barracks even after he gestured you toward the keypad. You really shouldn’t risk making him uncomfortable… but you were too selfish not to take advantage of the opportunity. You held your arms out a bit. “One more hug?”

From the chuckle that rumbled through his chest as you were squeezed against it, Wrecker was only too happy to oblige.

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A/N - if this was a little too hurt/comfort and not enough fluff, let me know! I’d be happy to write another chapter with more fluff. Thank you so much (again) for making this request! (As a side note, I also moved far away from home and it was one of the best decisions I ever made. It’s hard, but the experience will make you a stronger, more independent person. You’re doing amazing!)

If anyone wants to make a request, I dearly love writing them! I might come up with another prompt list eventually, but here is the original prompt list in case you need some ideas. Read other one-shots from the same prompt list on my masterlist.

Thanks for reading!

(Update 7/02/21: this now has a sequel chapter here!)

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[babydollmarauders]

Kiss Me (Luke Patterson x Reader)

Requested: Yes

Summary: (Y/N) can finally touch her boyfriend.

Pairing: Luke Patterson x Reader

Prompts: 21. “Please just kiss me already.”

Warnings: None really?

A/N: Reader is Julie’s cousin on her dad’s side, but she lives with them due to her parents constantly being away for work. I honestly don’t think this is my best work ever, but I’m pretty happy with it.

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The sound of the crowd was blasting through your eardrums, the calls for Julie and The Phantoms getting louder and louder as you took your place next to your extended family on the side of the audience.

“how is she?” Your uncle Ray called out to you, his left hand on Carlos’ shoulder, his right arm wrapping around yours.

“There are some technical difficulties, we’re not sure if the phantoms are gonna be able to make it. So, she’s kind of freaked, but it’ll be okay.” your hands were shaking as you played with strands of your hair, a nervous tic that Luke always found adorable.

You sighed of relief when Julie took to the stage, but your heart was still sore at the thought of your boyfriend stuck in Caleb’s club forever. Tears pricking at the back of your eyes, a stinging sensation made its way across them as you held back from crying. You couldn’t let your uncle sense that there was anything wrong with you, as he wasn’t aware of your relationship with the ghost boy.

Julie’s voice was shaking at first as she started performing, although soon gaining back her confidence as she belted the lyrics. Your eyes wandered the stage, hoping and praying that the phantoms would appear, and your prayers were answered when Alex and his drums flashed onto the scene, Reggie following soon after. But you could still feel your heart pounding against your chest as you waited for Luke. Your eyes widening slightly as he flickered on the stage. Anyone else would’ve assumed it to be technical issues, but you knew better.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Your lips barely move as you mumble to yourself, hoping no one thinks anything of it. A wide grin rapidly spread across your face as your boyfriend solidified himself onto the stage, singing into his microphone. You couldn’t help but let your eyes check out his arms, he looked good. Like REALLY good. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as he spots you in the crowd, sending a sly wink your way.

After the song was finished, the band took a bow before the boys vanished into thin air. Your smile dropped as your mind reminded you that now that they’ve crossed over, you’ll never see them again.

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 You, your uncle, and both your cousins were in a conga line walking to the front door of their house, singing ‘Stand Tall’ in loud voices that would surely wake the old couple next door that goes to sleep at around 7pm.

“You and your phantoms were unbelievable tonight! You know, I’d like to thank them for bringing music back into your life.” Ray spoke, you smiled at the father-daughter moment you knew was about to happen.

“I already did. But I didn’t thank you Papi.” Julie replied to him, handing the dahlia in her hand over to her brother, you couldn’t help but get emotional when she gave her father a big hug.

“C’mon Carlos, let’s go get into Uncle Ray’s, what he thought to be hidden, stash of Oreos. We’ll give them some privacy.” You started to push the young boy inside when he stood his ground.

“One sec.” He looked up at you. “Hey, Julie, uh, can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah. Yeah, um, just give me a minute.”

“OK, I’ll wait up. Don’t GHOST me.” Carlos gave a not so subtle wink to your cousin and her eyes got wide. Your head jerked over to look at him.

“LET’S GO!” You announced, shoving him through the open front doorway, your head snapping to Julie to give her wide eyes in an unspoken “how the hell did he find out” sort of way. You made your way to the kitchen to grab the milk from the fridge as Carlos found the stash of Oreos in his father’s desk.

The fridge. You stood in front of it as you couldn’t help but let your mind wander to just a few nights ago, when you had come down from Julie’s room to grab a drink and found Luke just staring into it. He couldn’t actually eat anything, but he liked to look. Your heart sank just a little bit farther down into your chest. Luke. You definitely didn’t get to spend as much time with him as you wanted. You thought you would have, pretty much forever with him, but your time was cut short due to Caleb.

“Are you gonna get the milk, or are you just gonna continue to stare at the fridge all night?” Carlos’ voice broke through your thoughts. Your head snapped over to the entrance of the kitchen to see Carlos and Ray walking in, Carlos holding the family pack of Oreos in his hands.

“Oh, uh, yeah.” You stuttered out, your hand grabbing the fridge handle and pulling it open. You grabbed the milk, swinging around to set it on the counter and shutting the door with your hip.

“Um, I’ll be right back. I’m gonna go check on Julie.” You told them, your feet already moving you out of the room and to the front door. You took your time walking out to the studio, not knowing if you could bear to be in it now that it reminded you of Luke.

You stepped into the studio, your eyes still looking towards the ground. A habit you had when you walked, which caused you actually quite a bit of pain from running into lamp poles and such. You shuffled over to Luke’s couch, falling down onto it, burying your face into the cushions.

“I don’t know if I can do it Jules. I know I should be happy he’s not with Caleb or anything but, it hurts SO BAD.” You confessed to her.

“I just thought I would have more time with him.” You cried out, tears wetting the faux leather of the couch.

“Well then I guess it’s a good thing I’m not going anywhere isn’t it?” Your head shot up at his voice, your heart pounding in your chest. This can’t be real. Your (E/C) eyes locked with his brown ones and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. He had a slight golden glow to him, and you expected it meant that he was okay.

“I thought you passed over.” You breathed out, your voice shaking severely. “I thought you left me.”

“Never. You mean too much to me.” He chuckled.

“I wanna hug you so bad.” You confessed, knowing sadly that you would just pass right through him.

“So, hug me.” His voice was firm. He knew something you didn’t, you could tell. Your eyes looked over to Julie, watching as she gave you a slight nod. Your feet shot you off the couch, your body colliding with his, your arms locking behind his neck as his snaked around your waist. Tears fell down your face, colliding with his shirt. But you didn’t care, because you have your boyfriend back, and you can finally touch him. You could hear Reggie sniffling behind you, and you knew he was crying at the sentimental moment as well.

“Reg, are you crying? And you guys call Alex “the emotional one”” you giggled, hearing the others chuckle at your words.

“THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING!” Alex yelled out, clearly agreeing with your words. You slowly loosened your grip on Luke, pulling back to look him in the eyes as he started speaking.

“I can’t believe I can finally hug you. Now I can hold your hand! And we can cuddle. And I can teach you how to play guitar, y’know like you said. And I can-“ You cut off his rambling by placing your hand on the side of his face, rubbing your thumb against his cheek.

“Please, just kiss me already.” You laughed and he once again pulled you flush against his body, his hand settling on the back of your neck, and pulling your face so close to his that your lips were grazing against his, ever so slightly.

“I was getting to that.” He smiled and pressed his lips against yours, your lips fit perfectly together, like they were meant for one another. You pulled away after a few seconds for some much-needed oxygen, and smiled up at him, knowing right then that you definitely weren’t giving him up anytime soon.

“Wow” he chuckled out.

“Now that, THAT, is over, what should we do?” Reggie spoke up, a disgusted tone to his voice after seeing his friends practically make out in front of him.

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 It had been a week since the show at the Orpheum, and you were currently spread out across your bed, starfish style. Luke was sat in the chair at your desk, your laptop open in front of him as he clicked through music on your Spotify account. It was all very new to him, and he was trying to get acquainted with new music. Currently you had Justin Bieber playing, as he had heard about him from Alex, who had heard about him from his friend Willie. You moved your head to look at him as he changed the song again to Justin’s song ‘Intentions’. He seemed to like this song. He says it reminds him of you.

“Hey, you.” You called out, gaining his attention, his head snapping up to look at you.

“Come lay with me. I want attention.” A smile spread across his face as he stood from the seat, his feet shuffling toward the bed, he jumped onto it, his knees almost making contact with your side. He shoved your right arm and leg out of his way before laying on his side and pulling you against him, spooning you. After about 10 minutes of laying in comfortable silence, his voice broke through.

“I love you (Y/N).” He blurted out. Your eyes snapped open, widening to what you felt was the size of saucers. “I know we haven’t said that yet, and you don’t have to say it back if you don’t want to, but I want you to know that I do. I love you. I mean it. You’ve made me feel so alive again and so happy, and I just can’t thank you enough.”

You shuffled around in his arms, moving to face him, your faces not far apart now. You gazed into his eyes, smiling widely.

“I love you too. Really. I do. I love you.” His grin was enough to make you giggle and he started peppering your face with kisses. Starting on your nose, then your forehead and cheeks, until finally planting his lips on yours. The once fun and playful spirit in the air diminished and was replaced with nothing but lust.

Luke moved himself to hover over you when you both parted to breathe. Your hands roaming his body as he started planting kisses down your jaw and onto your neck. Your cold hands slid under his shirt, grazing against his abs as he left marks on your neck. His hands began to remove your shirt, but then froze.

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked, worrisome.

“I don’t wanna rush you. I don’t want you to think I just said what I said because wanna sleep with you. Let’s wait a little.” He spoke, moving to lay next to you again. You couldn’t help but softly smile at his words.

“Okay. I know you didn’t say them just because of that, but maybe it is better if we wait some. For now, we can just cuddle.” You replied, shuffling and turning over again so your back was facing Luke, your hand moving behind you and grabbing his, pulling his arm over you and closing your eyes. You were so happy in this moment; nothing could ruin it.

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[achliegh]

Golden

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Chapter 5:

Redneck Woman

Red Solo Cup

Eloise smiles as Leo continues to ramble on about these boys who have clearly stolen his heart. She sips her black coffee and sets it down on the counter she is leaning against. Walking over to her offspring, that is a total of two inches taller than her, she kisses his cheek causing him to stop mid sentence.

“Was I rambling too much?” The red appearing on his cheeks made her smile, ruffling his hair that is in need of his yearly head shave. He swats her hand away. “I know it's long but because someone told me how to keep my hair healthy.” Looks pointedly at her as she snorts. “I only cut my hair once a year and it's a full shave.” He sticks out his tongue.

“Who even raised you to be so disrespectful?” She dramatically puts her hand on her chest, then tightens the ties on her robe. Giving him a motherly smile she thanks him as he puts some toad in a hole on a plate for her. “I don’t have my hearing friend in to help me listen to you,” She makes a gesture like she is swooning with her hand on her forehead and her hand fanning herself. “ GuSh, about your hockey boys. But, it is very sweet.”

“I really like them Mama… I think you and Daddy would too.” He focuses on his toast as he takes a bite and brushes the crumbs onto the floor, much to Eloise’s annoyance. She knows this is a sign of him wanting to trust his emotions but doesn’t want to jinx himself.

“Come here, let's get all the motherly squishing done before Clay and… what was his name? Rex?” She pulls him into a tight hug and crushes him in her arms with her old lady strength. He relaxes completely into her and hugs back just as tight but making sure not to hurt her. He makes sure to have his head on her right shoulder so she can hear him.

“Reg, his name is Regulus but we call him Reg. I think you should try and adopt him like you did with Clay. Pseudo Mother is just your personality now that you are so old.” He squeaks and gets out of her death grip hug as she pokes his ribs. “RUDE!”

She is still cackling as Clayton bursts through the door announcing his entrance, running into the kitchen.

“I smell food!” He hops on the counter and begins earring Leo’s breakfast. She pats his knee with a happy yet defeated look on her face. She has told him so many times not to climb on the counters that cost more than some people's entire house. “Mm! Ma, meet Reg.” He gestures to a boy who looks like he feels entirely out of place, she was going to tell Clay off for talking with his mouth full but she has a new mission now.

Protect this kid.

After making a mess and eating, Clay and Leo go out to load the trailer and Horses up for the drive to Texas where the rest of their team already is. Eloise has started on the dishes and looks over to Reg and nods him over.

“You know how to rinse dishes?”

“No Ma’am.” She smiles at him and pushes the faucet to face the sink in front of him.

“No need to call me Ma’am, call me Eloise. Now, you just run the dish under the hot warmer and get all the suds off. Make sure I don't miss any food or spots because I am just a helpless old lady at the end of the day.” She gets a small smile to form at his lips as she shows him exactly how to rinse. An easy task, but one that he was never taught. That triggers something in her head that makes her think he was told he only has one purpose in life. No one only has a single purpose in life. “Who are your parents Reg?” She notices him tense at the question and immediately regrets asking.

“Orion and Walburga Black.” Simple and straightforward answer. He doesn’t want to talk about them. She nods and hums in acknowledgement. Passing the last few dishes in silence, she drains the sink and turns to look at him.

“So, what did Marigold and Bluebell tell you to convince you to come with them this summer?” She smiles at him as his whole demeanor changes. He smiles that same small smile but he visibly relaxes.

“First off, Marigold… Bluebell? What the fuck kinda names are those.” Eloise laughs in surprise. “Second, we watched tiktoks half drunk together for two hours while the rest of the team socialized.” She nods her head, that does sound like what those two would do. “And Third, I have been needing to get away from my brother and his boyfriend so they can boink in peace and not have to worry about me hearing.” He looks at her and his smile drops off his face. “Sorry, Leo told me you were laid back and I thought it would be alright to share this type of stuff with-”

“Reg I think you are a wonderful man who is going to keep those two pea-brains in line while on the road. Maybe loosen up a little yourself.” She smiles. “Is it alright if I give you physical affection? I tend to be a touchy person and not realize it.” He pauses for a moment and then nods, she pats his cheek and smiles as the other two walk back into the kitchen.

Reg is still a little stunned when Clay throws his arm around his shoulder and jostles him around.

After kisses and hugs goodbye Leo hops into the driver's seat, Clay in the passenger and Reg in the middle seat of the back. Reg has barely seen a truck in his life but this vehicle was fucking huge. Giant. Thicc some might say. The first few hours of driving was a podcast that Clay was in the middle of listening to when he picked up Reg. Once that ended Reg descended into music hell.

He has come to the conclusion that most country songs are about the three G’s.

Guns, God, Goodies (meaning like titties)

He was absolutely taken aback by how Leo was screaming, we can’t call it singing its terrible, these songs that are the complete opposite of him. Clayton at least liked goodies. There was one song that will probably stick with Reg his entire life. Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson.

Holy shit. When that song came on it was like Leo and Clay were having a contest of who could sing it the loudest. So, Reg decided that for his first check in with the team. Which Sirius was making him do because he is paranoid. Reg decided he would turn around in his seat and film a video of him painfully smiling and giving a thumbs up to the camera as Leo and Clay scream at each other.

“I’M A REDNECK WOMAN AIN’T NO HIGH PRICE GAL!”

Clay sees Reg recording and flips off the camera still singing. An hour later they pull up to this massive ranch style AirBnB with stables and all. It must have cost a fortune. Reg hops out of the truck and feels out of place, Yeehaws everywhere. Okay, there were like three of them and this giant man with long hair and a braided beard, covered in tattoos just reading a book on the front porch.

“That's our tattoo artist, he travels with us because he is the only person Leo and I trust to tattoo us. You’d like him, his name is Hagrid. But, no time to chit chat! We need to teach you some of the basics, we’ve got a rodeo in two nights. I am competing on Leroy and Peanut is just here for fun. How about we teach you how to care for them a bit?” Clay smiles at him and Reg remembers he is with people who want to be friends with him… for him. Not because of hockey or his family, not because his brother made them. Just for him. Reg went willingly with Clay to watch Leo as he led the horses one by one out into a pen for them to roam around in for a bit.

Clay went into more detail about how they care for them and what he thinks Reg can do. It was night already so they decided to go inside, Leo asked around to see what people were hungry for and made almost anything after someone had got groceries.

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Reg was sitting across the island from Leo as he finished up the food, having watched him make the entire meal.

“Mama taught me how to cook when I was younger, it was the one thing I did that wouldn’t get me in trouble with the law.” He rolls his eyes at the thought of the sheriff and Reg decides not to press. “What do you want to do tomorrow while Clay practices?”

They got wasted. Mostly on jello shots, Leo taught Reg the trick: rim job, blow job, swallow. Leo had promised the boys he would call them, he didn’t want to do it drunk but he misses them like crazy. Drunk or not he was going to call them. So, there he is sitting on the balcony out of his bedroom waiting for them to answer. Finn picks up first, shirtless and sweating.

“Okay Finn, I love this” Gesturing in a circle at Finn who just smiles out of breath and wipes his face with a towel. “But I need you to calm down, because I’m a little tipsy and that means I’m very horny.” He smiles when Finn laughs.

“Well I’m glad to know that even on truth serum you find me attractive.” Finn sets his phone down but props it up on some books as he finishes his warm down stretches from his run he just came back from.

Then Logan picks up, in Leo’s T shirt he left for him last time. It was baggy on him and his hair was messed up from sleeping. The side of his face is a little red and there are lines from his pillow squished into his face. He sleepily smiles at the camera.

“Hi Leo.” Leo groans in response and leans his head back.

“You two are gonna be the death of me. Fucking Christ.” He signs and looks at Logan who is suddenly bright red but smiling back. “You’re beautiful Sweet Pea.”

“Really?” Logan looks at him with such big unbelieving eyes that it breaks Leo’s heart.

“Mhm you and Finn make my little heart do a pitter-patter every time I think of y’all.” Being drunk Leo’s accent is incredibly thick.

“You sound like a true southern man there, Le. How is Texas?” Finn is sitting on the ground criss cross with his hands resting on his knees. Logan has laid back down and snuggled up with his blanket on his side. “You’ve been there a day right?”

“Yes sir! I have been here for a full 27 hours now and I can say, it ain’t no Louisiana but it’ll do.” He shows off his chipped tooth and hears a trilling sound on his railing and looks over to see a mama opossum with her babies hanging on her back. He smiles and flips the camera. “Look at This Little Mama!” He reaches his hand out and she looks at it suspicious. Logan told Leo to stop and Finn said no, but he knows what he’s doing.

To their surprise, the mama just lets Leo pet her under her chin and Finn takes so many pictures. The opossum lets Leo pet her babies with his finger and he pats her head on last time before he goes inside to flop on his bed.

“So, We’ve been thinking” Leo lifts his phone to be above his face as he slowly starts dozing off. “We want to come out.” Leo’s eyes snap open and he drops the phone on his face, rolling over to his stomach he wiggles his nose as he processes what Finn just said.

“Wait, like all three of us or just your two?”

“Well, we thought we would leave that up to you…”

“I think to start, it would be safest for all of us, if you two came out together first. We can talk about me coming out when I’m done traveling this summer, okay?” They all smile at each other nervously and Finn notices a couple of watery sniffles from Logan, they were going to talk to Dumo and Sirius tomorrow. Maybe then they can talk more.

“Leo, do you want to move in… in the fall? Winter? I mean you don’t have too but I would like it and I bet Logan would too. We miss you.” Finn has his fingers crossed where the others can’t see.

Silence.

“I would love to, let me give you my Mama’s number. She will be so glad to get me out of the house the rest of the year.” He laughs a little, they fall into a comfortable silence and Leo drifts off, fully dressed in his boots and everything. Clutching his phone like he never has.

Finn knocks on the Dumias door the next day. Nervous about this talk they are going to have with the other French speaking people. Finn can’t speak French so he hopes they don’t start speaking it because he will just up and leave. Logan opens the door and Finn can’t help the soppy smile that crosses his face when he sees Logan in his sweatshirt. He wondered where it went. Logan and Him walk into the dinning room where Sirius and Dumo are talking about new plays they want to practice. They look up when they enter the room and stand across from them.

“Dumo, Sirius I need you to mind your fucking business.”

“What he means to say is why did you tell Leo that he hurt Logan?” Finn translated.

“I was the one that hurt Leo! Leo did nothing and you guys fucking made him doubt us even more!” Logan crossed his arms and Finn rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

“What? That's why you were so sad? Because of something you did… Logan, I know we sound like broken records at this point but please start talking to us.” Dumo looks at him with a slightly frustrated look in his eyes but also worry. It makes Logan’s skin crawl.

“I think you meant well with the shovel talk, but Logan was the one who broke things off with Leo before it even started. He told Leo we didn’t want him and all this other shit that was Logan being… scared.” Finn feels Logan take his hand and interlock their fingers. He looks at the smaller man and squeezes his hand as a way to say, I’m here.

Dumo and Sirius didn’t get another word in before Logan was dragging Finn out the door. Staying at his apartment for a few days. Lo already has some clothes there and… they had to film something special.

Rodeo the next day went well. The after party was even better.

They were in a large steel building with everyone, concrete floors covered in dirt with people swinging dancing their hearts out. Leo was drinking and Clay was drinking, they somehow managed to lose clay about twenty minutes ago. Reg was getting a facetime from Sirius and answered it so Sirius doesn’t worry, the music is so loud that he can barely hear him until a less background heavy song comes on and Leo is humming it while drinking out of his red solo cup.

“Reg where are you!?” Sirius was yelling because it was so loud and Remus was in the background trying not to laugh.

“I’m at an after party! Are you with the team?” Sirius nods and flips the camera to show everyone and Leo’s eye catches his boys.

“FINN! LOGAN!” He yells super loud so everyone turns to face sirius’ phone. “IF YOU WERE HERE RIGHT NOW I WOULD TOTALLY SUCK YOUR DICKS IN THE BATHROOM! AT THE SAM- CLAY!” Leo sees Clay in the ocean of people and scurries off before finishing his sentence. Reg looks back at his phone and shrugs. Finn and Logan are bright red and getting chirped to hell for sure but the music is so loud that he can’t hear them.

“I’ll call you when I get back to the BnB!” Sirius nods and hangs up. Wrestling two drunk idiots into an uber is fine but getting them out was like untangling headphones that you left in your pocket for three years.

Just legs everywhere.

Hands? Don’t know how to use them.

Braincell? Reg has it.

At some point Clayton started crying because a guy he thinks he has a crush on has a girlfriend and he isn’t Leo so he can’t convince two people to love him. Very dramatic. Leo thinks he lost his phone, even though he gave it to Reg at the beginning of the night, and he is worried someone will find it and steal his nudes for their own. Reg doesn’t even know how to respond to that.

Waking up the next morning. Leo has a mild headache, but nothing that will stop him from driving. It was going to be a good day. Especially when Leo got his phone back and saw a tiktok notification from Finn and Logan.

They came out last night.

Time to wreak havoc.

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