#and meeting tin at the right time and falling in love with him will change all that

[heliads]

Hi!! I’m so excited your request are open I love your work!! I would like to request Charles leclerc x reader where he finds out the girl he has a crush on is a street racer and decides to finally approach her and talk ending up in him asking her out on a date. I hope this makes sense, sorry if it doesn’t 🥲💗

'first sight' - charles leclerc

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Charles Leclerc has never found himself as thoroughly engrossed in the dynamics of street racing as he is right now. He has, of course, been vaguely aware of it before, as someone who was born in Monaco’s lap of luxury and then subsequently indoctrinated in the grand and glorious art of racing sports cars, but not like this. Never like this.

If he were in the mood to be particularly honest, Charles would admit that he’s not just interested in street racing all of a sudden because of the same need for speed that’s consumed his life and led him to Formula One. Nor is he here because he’s developed a taste past sports cars to souped up tin cans. No, he’s here because of one driver, a woman. A woman named Y/N L/N.

See, this was never Charles’ intent. He would have been able to skip this unfortunate little obsession in his life were it not for the fact that he’s best friends with Pierre, and Pierre is way too fond of his girlfriend Kika to ever say no to her. So, when Kika begged Pierre to come with her to watch a friend’s street race, Pierre decided that he simply couldn’t do it alone and forced Charles to tag along as well, because of course there’s nothing Charles likes more than third wheeling the two of them on yet another flirtatious date night.

Charles had assumed it would be another long night of alternating between wishing he was back home, worrying he should be on the simulator more often, and wondering if he should have dragged along a brother or two so he wouldn’t have to watch Pierre and Kika ogling each other for the thousandth time that night. However, all of that changed when Kika led them over to meet her friend Y/N, who was racing that evening.

Charles is no stranger to pretty people. Every race, some new slew of celebrities gets a tour of the Ferrari motorhome. Charles has seen plenty of actresses and singers pose by his car and wear his merch, but it’s never really meant anything to him. He can tell when they’re fans or if they’re just doing it for good PR. Most celebrities are just people in higher tax brackets with higher rates of avoiding their taxes. You meet one, you meet them all. No amount of perfect smiles or dazzling faces can change that.

Y/N, though, was different. She was gorgeous, and Charles immediately felt as if he might have been run over by his own car several times. One look from her and he was lost in it, tumbling over and over in his mind. She had this charming confidence that Charles could only wish to emulate, the sort of ease you get when you know you’re better than everyone and don’t need to remind people of it because you know you’ll prove it the second you get to work.

If it were not obvious by now, Charles is in love, alarmingly so. Even after Kika makes some quick introductions and Charles manages to shake Y/N’s hand and stammer out a few pleasantries about it being a nice night for a race, he’s still left wishing he could get himself together long enough to be a real human being. Y/N probably thinks he’s insane, but she’s still smiling when she leaves them, so at least he hasn’t done too terribly.

Pierre, by contrast, seems to think otherwise. Y/N is barely out of earshot when the other driver turns him, unable to hide his laughter. “Charles, man, what was that? You look like you forgot your own name.”

“I don’t need to remember mine,” Charles murmurs, watching Y/N go, “Just hers.”

Pierre rolls his eyes. “Be serious. You fall in love a hundred times a week.”

Charles sputters indignantly. “That is not true. And besides, this is different.”

Pierre can’t persuade him otherwise. The drivers on the scene that night start their engines, and Charles watches from the sidelines, captivated, as Y/N accelerates to an early win. Once the race is over, Y/N runs over to Kika, who embraces her friend with an excited hug.

“Well?” Y/N asks Charles once she’s released from Kika, “What does the Formula One driver have to say about that? Fast enough for you even without V6 engines?”

Charles does his best not to fall to pieces. “Um, yeah. It was very great.”

She flashes him a bright grin. “Perfect. See you at the next race, Leclerc.”

With that, she pushes back into the crowd, receiving congratulations and praise from her other friends. Pierre is grumbling something about not getting asked as well since Charles isn’t the only F1 driver around, but Charles just laughs, still giddy on the aftereffects of those shining eyes on his.

Pierre expects him to just bounce back from this little crush, and truth be told, Charles would appreciate it if he could, but no such luck. Even a few weeks after that first race, Charles is still hopeless over Y/N. He scans articles on street racing, memorizes the names of her competitors, and becomes an expert on her win history. She’s fast, super fast, and it looks like the easy victory Charles had seen was just a typical habit of Y/N L/N when it comes to racing.

Needless to say, he was captivated. Although Charles usually tries to keep a little pride when it comes to these sorts of things, he only made it two weeks before caving and asking Pierre if he and Kika were planning on attending any more street races. Charles wondered this for no reason, of course. Just, you know, his natural love of racecars.

Pierre sees right through it. “You want to see Y/N that badly, huh?” Pierre asks skeptically. “Jeez, man, I didn’t think you were such a simp.”

“You didn’t even know what that word meant until Kika taught it to you two days ago,” Charles says scornfully. “Now answer my question. Are you going or not?”

Eventually, and not without a fair amount of teasing, Pierre admits that they were planning to go to another race that Friday. Charles is able to convince his friend to let him tag along, but only under the condition that he would actually get up the courage to ask Y/N out instead of just staring like a lovesick puppy. Pierre’s words, not his.

This time, the race is actually legal. Y/N’s day job is a drag racer, although she tends to get bored on the weekends and shoot for a few undercover street races as well. So the fan Twitter pages say, at least. Charles definitely hasn’t been snooping around enough of those to know.

Now that he won’t get chastised by Ferrari PR for attending illegal races, Charles is free to post as much as he wishes about the race, the cars, and most importantly, the drivers. Barely half an hour has gone by before fans across the Internet are calling him out for ignoring literally every other car there to post about Y/N, but what does he care? Y/N’s probably too cool to look at those sorts of posts. Hopefully, or she’s going to think he’s insane. Again.

This time, though, when Y/N strolls by their area to say hi, she doesn’t just immediately focus on Kika. She says hi to her friend, of course, and thanks both Kika and Pierre for coming, but stops directly in front of Charles. All that separates them is the barrier of the stands. Well, that and the immutable fact that Charles is clearly crushing hard and she is clearly just having fun.

“Good to see you back, Charles,” she says.

Charles grins. He’d promised himself he’d play it cool this time, but he’s already failing at that aim. “You remembered my name?”

“I had plenty of your social media posts to remind me,” she says, one eyebrow quirked.

Pierre facepalms by his side. Charles ignores him. “I was excited,” he tells her as casually as he can. “Is that a bad thing?”

“I don’t know yet,” Y/N muses. “I suppose I’d have to get to know you better.”

“I have no problems with that,” Charles grins cheekily. “How about I take you out to dinner and you decide for yourself?”

In Charles’ peripheral vision, he can see Pierre’s look of desolation turn to slow shock, but come on now, there was no chance Charles wasn’t going to follow through and ask Y/N out. The only thing he needs now is for Y/N to say yes.

She doesn’t answer immediately, but judging by the way her cool smile brightens, it’s less because she dislikes him outright and more because she enjoys playing with him, which is perfectly fine by Charles. If he respects the game, he has to respect the players as well.

“I’ll have to wait and see how I feel after the race,” Y/N responds at last. “Maybe I’ll lose and I’ll be too devastated to go out with anyone.”

Charles rolls his eyes. “I doubt that will happen, but alright.”

Y/N gives him a surprised look. “You’re willing to bet that I’ll only go out with you if I win?”

“I’m willing to bet on the excellent odds that you win every time,” Charles answers with a wink. See, Pierre? He can be smooth when he needs to be.

Y/N laughs at that, evidently pleased. “I’ll have to make sure I don’t let you down. See you after the race, Charles.”

With that, Y/N joins the throng of other drivers heading towards their cars to begin the race. Once she’s gone, Charles turns to Pierre, far more proud than he should be. “I don’t want to ever hear you complaining about my flirting again. Did I not do what I had to do?”

“You did,” Pierre grumbles, “but she still didn’t say yes, you idiot.”

Charles scoffs. “She absolutely did. She didn’t say no.”

Pierre can’t technically argue with this, so it’s up to Kika to distract them both from technicalities by asking them about one of their upcoming races, a surefire method of changing the subject. It does little to divert Charles from his own nerves, though. Suddenly, he’s gripped with an impossible terror that something will happen with Y/N’s car, or maybe she might come in second place and not first, and she wouldn’t want to go out with him after all. He shouldn’t have left it up to chance like that. He should have just gone after what he wanted in the first place.

Charles is a nervous mess the whole race. When the checkered flag waves, though, he’s finally able to relax. Y/N wins, and that means Charles has just scored himself a date with the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. 

Y/N takes her time in coming around to his section of the stands, just to mess with him. At last, though, they’re face-to-face again. Y/N is breathless and thrilled with the victory. Charles thinks he could bask in her glow forever.

“So?” He asks casually, “How about that date, then?”

Y/N grins. “I think it’ll work out. You can pick me up at seven. Does Saturday work for you?”

“Saturday is great,” Charles says a little too quickly, then tries to recover. “Wear something pretty.”

“Don’t I always?” She jokes, gesturing to her race suit.

Charles laughs with her. It’s easy. He can imagine doing it many times again. “Of course.”

Her laugh settles into a quiet smile. Even in the tumultuous uproar of a race that’s just been won, Charles can focus on her instantly. He wants this, he decides. He wants her. And, with the way she’s looking at him now, mirroring the incline of his head towards hers, Charles knows that she wants the same thing. This is just the beginning. He cannot wait to see where they go from here.

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[hwaightme]

Panacea

OUT NOW: Panacea

song used in teaser: de selby (part 1) by hozier

🌊pairing: poet!seonghwa x doctor!gn!reader 🌊genre: fluff, slice of life, slow burn, healing, strangers to lovers, comfort 🌊summary: what do a poet who lost his inspiration and a cosmetic surgeon who lost their empathy have in common? when you make an escape from the city to a memory-filled cottage on the edge of the world, you meet park seonghwa, a poet who, after growing fatigued of shallow critique and unwanted attention, is on a search for true beauty. you, a surgeon who cannot bear to hear nor assess another patient , abhor its twisted definitions. as the seasons change, storms abate and your paths entangle, you discover a new, unparalleled kind of beauty. 🌊wordcount: estimated around 30k 🌊warnings/tags: semi-edited, ??? attempts at sijo (forgive me), discussion of beauty standards, mention of surgery/clinics, weather imagery, dreams/nightmares, discussion of life and death (jokes relating to death), talk of side character death, urban/rural comparisons, isolation, burnout, philosophy, judgement of media, seaside, cliffs, dialogue + inner thoughts, perspective switching, falling in love, loving another's mind, talk of what is 'real' beauty, food, eating, cooking, implied anxiety, implied impulsive thoughts, sneak into home 🌊author's note: happy birthday, seonghwa. thank you for all you inspire me to do, and for teaching me how to find the sun even in a rainstorm. sincere and diligent, you are the spring, the renaissance, the glimmering light. wishing for you and for atiny alike to have a cherished panacea and a love brighter than the stars.

teaser (1.3k):

...Mid-spin, just as you were finished with making the filling and were in the process of lining a baking tin with some of the pastry, the front door creaked open, revealing the figure that you had spotted outside of your window, walking alongside the beginnings of what would be a cliff’s edge. You stood still, holding the pie tin, feeling the grooves of its edges, balancing the dough that was still wrapped in clingfilm right in the middle, as though if you were to not move this man would not see you. Heart quickening to a nauseating pace, the intense scrutiny that you were receiving made you want to collapse behind the counter. Before this moment, you had convinced yourself that you had fully adopted a devil may care attitude, and that you were ready for whoever you would encounter, having prepared the humble abode for a you-style reception and to assert who truly was deserving of ownership of this property. But something about this enigmatic persona who, just like you, remained unmoving, echoed the seastorms. A roaring of the waves was contained in his orbs, so dark due to the light being behind the man’s back that you could barely detect the transition from pupil to iris. A nose worthy of being depicted in renaissance paintings, in fact, if you had to pinpoint one way to describe the stranger, is that he reminded you of subjects that graced the walls of art galleries, selected by masters to be immortalised in the artists’ name. Nameless, much like he was to you in this present moment. His lips, ever so slightly parted as if he had been on the verge of saying something to you, only for the aim to fall short of execution, voice drowning in doubt or disgust. The corners of the man’s mouth were gently downturned - not unpleasantly so, but rather giving him an aura of intimidation that intrigued you. Shadows on his face suggested to you that he was unshaven, though, you had to admit that it was not too bad of a look. In fact, an interesting edge of ruggedness that balanced with his longer locks gave the man a new form of allure, and in turn, forced you to keep your eyes on him despite feeling inklings of terror. The scene reminded you of a faceoff between two territorial wolves - whose domain was this? Only time and a match of resolve would tell.

He was the first to break eye contact, sighing and moving to take off his shoes and trench coat. You remained still - a hostile animal that was expecting aggression at any moment. The man was silent, unphased by your ‘out of the blue’ appearance at least outwardly, and you were not certain whether his lack of reaction was something to be taken with gratitude or suspicion. As you inspected his motions, how he stretched out his arm to hang the trench coat on the rack that was hammered to the wall, with the right nail ever so slightly lower than the left, how he ran a hand through his hair, casting shadows over what hinted at months of fatigue. Not quite pallid, but definitely tired skin, holding times of discomfort, sleeplessness. Dark circles under those deep, pensive orbs, cheeks that were somewhere between sunken and youthful. The man stood before you in a white shirt, the colour a last cry to some form of purity and hope. You could guess why he was at the cottage, since it was not too challenging to see your own reflection in the corners of his soul, much like you could sense that he was reading you. He reminded you of an angel who was tired of praying, barely capable of carrying his body. Pressed down by the story that had been written for him, he was likely here for an escape, to drown out the sounds of whatever he was running from. Perhaps you should be friendly, and welcome this lost soul. After all, he could be unaware of where he is nor of what unspoken rules exist around here. The least you could do is make him feel at home-

“You made a mess,” and just like that, all desire to be amiable flew out of the window and into the sea. His curt comment was like a burning cold scalpel, words too familiar to be neutral and well-received. 

Before you could respond, the man was well on his way to the bathroom, and judging by the slam of the door, he was not very pleased to see the rearrangements you had made. No comments followed, however, and instead, the pause was filled by the sound of running water, followed by a muffled mumbling when following a couple of rattles, the pressure inevitably dropped and there was barely a trickle. You shook your head, amused by how this man had been living in this property without the basic knowhow. Clearly, he was one of the many cityfolk who wanted to try his luck while on holiday. Exotic stay to talk about with his glamorous friends, you bet. For him to explain how ‘the bucolic was not even as appealing as literature made it out to be’. Standard. Faceless. You would forget him in no time, especially since he would probably leave before it got less fun and more mundane to stay out in the wilderness. That pretty face should not know harshness. With a huff, you set the tin down onto the counter and set the oven to preheat. With swift, irritated movements, you took to lining the metal with the dough, and in no time shifted to ladling the filling inside, halting to watch the last of the fruity cinnamon remnants dribble from the bowl down to join the rest of the sweet and sour promise.

The man returned when you were in the process of lacing strings of dough together to structure a coherent design. With an embarrassing surgical precision, you focused on the patterns - culinary sutures, almost horrified by the technique that you could not prevent from channelling itself through your body, to your very fingertips especially now that there was an audience. If he wanted to give you a stern talking to, it had quickly dissipated and mid-stride, the stranger was observing you as though you were carrying out a sacred ritual. The spotlight was on you as you demonstrated how to put the flesh back together. Piecing the skin bit by bit so as to ensure minimal scarring, careful now, people come to you to make themselves feel beautiful after all. String by string, the pie was looking more like itself, a recipe book photograph, something worthy of immortalising as the model step before baking. A beeping confirmed that the patient was relaxed, steady, with a perfect heart rate - good, all the readings were steady, now all you needed was to make the final - you felt for the tray finding empty space. Did someone misplace the tools? Panic shot into your nervous system and with a jolt you pushed yourself away from the table, only to find yourself gazing, startled, at someone who you had begun to assume was an intern. The guest, or cohabitant? An eyebrow raised, the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he took in your state. You clicked your tongue, finally putting two and two together and grabbing the timer behind you, purposefully taking your time so that you would not have to look at your newfound personification of madness for longer than necessary. So much for an introduction; the figure who was still a mystery to you slinked back into the shadows, with only the click of the office door serving as a confirmation that he was real. You rubbed your temples, the distant thrumming of a headache resembling a thunder that crawled over the horizon. Demonstratively, you sprinkled some flour onto a previously clean spot on the wooden countertop, only to automatically reach for the towel and drop the action again. No, it was time to bake. You needed to bake. You needed to make this place feel like home for the next couple of months, even if this peculiar character was going to be sharing it...

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[thebestbooksaround]

okay, first of all, thank you for your service! your recs are amazing

i just wanted to ask if you could rec as many rewrite fics as possible? episode rewrites, season rewrites that kind of thing? and if people could keep adding on itd be great?

theyre my fav genre tbh but they can be so hard to find :(

thank you so much!!

Oh boy, I sure can Anon!

I'm going to assume you mean 9-1-1, if you meant another fandom, let me know and I'll search for those. Some of these are rewrites by proxy? As in all the events happen but some are text fics so you only hear about them. If anyone has some to add, please do!

Without further ado...

We All Fall Down by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.

Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.

He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….

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glue by ProsperDemeter

“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?”

“I’m not falling for him.”

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A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that.

This author is also writing a s2 rewrite!

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Firefighter Buckley's Unauthorized Ride-Along by slipperywordcrimes

Buck spends most of his probationary year with a bun in the oven, and doesn't realize it.

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One Wrong Number by calinaannehart (@calinaannehart)

When Evan Buckley meets a man in a bar and gets his number, he couldn't possibly imagine how one wrong digit could lead him to his fate. Because sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers.

bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)

Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.

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if it weren’t for second chances by alasse (@alasse9)

When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.

A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).

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Our story's been heartache and wonder by Tails89 (@tails89)

Fuck.

Buck scrubs a hand down his face. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do here.

He knows what his parents are like. He has his own childhood to draw from, and Isaac doesn't deserve that. He deserves to grow up surrounded by love, and if nothing else, Buck can give him that.

But Buck is also a twenty-six year old probationary firefighter, living in his girlfriend’s apartment while she travels the world. He’s not exactly in a position to look after a kid.

“Okay.” It comes out in a rush of air. “I’m gonna come get you."

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no one quite like you by hammersmiths (@henswilsons)

Hen has added +1 213 555 to Firehouse 118

Hen: This is Eddie!

Eddie: Hey everyone :)

Buck: Why would she add him to our private groupchat

Chimney: I’m literally sitting right next to you

or, Buck and Eddie’s progression through texts.

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Tighten Up by ok_thanks

It’s probably considered getting off on the wrong foot when you have sex with your coworker before they start their new job, right?

Buck would think it’s probably not a good thing, and definitely something that shouldn’t be repeated. Especially when he becomes best friends with them. That’d be particularly stupid.

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Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

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we were born with nothing by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica)

Until the 118, Evan had never had a family.

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Evan saves Daniel when he's a baby; he still manages to find his way to the 118, forging a family there despite being given up by his biological parents.

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I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)

After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.

OR

Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.

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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan)

Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”

Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.

“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”

At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.

Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.

In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.

*and of course we can't forget:

Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale

#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.

#tb2a answers #fics i love #buddiefanfiction #buddie fic

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly - epilogue

part 22

Jeff Montgomery and Ian Taylor were already in Hellfire Club, and after Eddie jokingly says he needs to join a shitty band instead of trying to go to college, the four of them end up in Gareth’s garage almost every day, playing what they know and improvising what they don’t. (Mrs Gareth’s Mom brings them sodas and fruit, and she headbangs on her way out. Eddie loves her.) They manage to get gigs at the Hideout for a while before moving on to bigger venues with bigger crowds and bigger checks.

Steve graduates before Eddie, and he moves into the trailer. He cuts his parents off, but nothing really changes much, given how little they already contacted him to begin with. (They didn’t go to his graduation. They just sent him some money.) He finds jobs around town before he finally settles at the new mall, where he dresses as a sailor and scoops ice cream, and he meets Robin Buckley.

They become good friends almost immediately. He drives her around town, to and from work, to and from school, and when she finally meets the guys, she fits right in. They all gang up on Steve to tease him, and then they tease Eddie that Robin is stealing his man. It takes a while for the room to settle when Robin says casually Steve doesn’t have tits, he’s not really my type.

Eddie meets Chrissy Cunningham during his third senior year. They meet after school in the woods for a deal, but when she asks for something stronger than weed, he refuses. He puts the tin box away and leans over the picnic table they’re sitting at, and he asks her what’s going on. He promises he won’t tell anyone anything she says. I’ve been dealing since I was a freshman, that’s a long-ass time. I’m great at keeping secrets.

She talks to him. She tells him with a wobbly voice about her mother and the things she says, the things she makes Chrissy do, and Eddie’s whole body aches as he listens. When she finishes, he moves to sit next to her, and he takes her hand, and he tells her what he told Steve when Steve told him the same about his own mother. He tells her that she’s beautiful no matter what, that she doesn’t deserve any of it. That if she can’t be kind to herself yet, he can be kind for her. She leans against his shoulder. Her hands are shaking.

So he wraps an arm around her and asks what else.

My boyfriend is mean.

His body immediately tightens, and he asks very carefully if he hurts her, but she says no. That he loves her, and is kind to her, but is so mean to everyone else that she just… doesn’t like him. Doesn’t like how he treats people. Doesn’t like how he treats her, even if he is loving and kind, because sometimes I feel like he only loves me because I look good holding his arm.

He tells her she doesn’t have to be with him.

They stay there for a little while longer so Chrissy can avoid Jason and the others. She doesn’t want them to see that she’s been crying. So Eddie waits with her. She says she’s heard rumours about him. He says there are a lot of those.

Are they true?

Depends on which ones you mean.

She looks down at her lap. Is quiet for a few moments.

The ones… about you and Steve Harrington. That you guys are…

In love?

…Yeah.

He tells her it’s true. They’ve been together for a while. Since before Steve cut his hair. And she starts to cry.

I think— I think one of the reasons I don’t like Jason is because… he’s a— he’s a boy.

He turns to look at her, and he holds her face in his hands, and he looks into her watery eyes intently before he tells her firmly, softly, There is nothing wrong with you. He holds her while she cries.

She breaks up with Jason two weeks later, and while the news spreads across Hawkins about the town’s star couple splitting up, she’s at the trailer, watching movies with Eddie and Steve. She holds onto Eddie’s arm the whole time, and he falls a little in love with her.

Chrissy Cunningham joins Corroded Coffin later that year. She replaces Ian as the lead vocalist. (He never really wanted to be the vocalist, so he’s happy.) She has a killer stage presence and Eddie loves seeing her come alive after a while, after leaving home. She dances on stage, and she becomes known for the way her blonde hair flies around her head, the way it glows under the fluorescent lights on stage.

She meets Robin not long after she starts hanging out with Eddie. When Robin walks into the trailer, Chrissy is hanging upside down on the sofa, gravity carrying her hair down like a gold river cascading to the floor, and she beams up at her with a bright Hi! Robin’s face flushes pink and she freezes.

…Hi.

They get together after a gig in Indianapolis after pining for a while. Chrissy’s eyes find her in the crowd during a song, and Robin flushes pink as Chrissy sings the lyrics I want a pretty girl like you, as she sings something about a bird in the sky, tasting the cotton candy clouds. Eddie finds them making out backstage afterwards, and he promptly turns around and drags Jeff away so he doesn’t interrupt.

Corroded Coffin gains traction in the mid-nineties.

They run away to San Francisco. Steve and Robin open a studio, where they paint together and make messes daily. Eddie and Steve’s apartment is filled with paintings Steve didn’t want to sell, every wall covered with canvases, along with photographs and posters and sketches. Steve replaces one of his paintings with a framed Rolling Stone magazine when they feature Corroded Coffin.

Steve doesn’t perform with them, but all the fans know who he is. He’s at almost every gig, always at the edge of the stage or as close as he can get, looking up at Eddie all starry-eyed. He designs all their album covers. (The original paintings are hanging at their house. Chrissy took her favourite one a while ago. It’s hanging in her and Robin’s living room.)

Tommy becomes a math teacher.

He has to give Gareth credit for the idea. Ever since he helped him with his statistics, Gareth’s You ever think about being a teacher, Hagan? had rattled around his head, all the way until his senior year. So he does it. He leaves for college right after graduating, and even though he’s sad when he says goodbye to Steve, and Eddie, and Gareth (if he cries that’s his business), he’s ecstatic to get away from his parents. He stops worrying about what they say, about what they think.

He moves to Indianapolis. He likes it here.

He meets a nice girl during his second year of college. Her name is Amanda Kilmer, and she’s studying English literature. She tends to rant a lot, but Tommy loves listening to her voice. When he’s asked by his friend what his favourite thing about her is, the first thing he says is, “She’s kind.” They got married twenty-seven years ago, but every day Tommy considers proposing all over again.

Tommy isn’t really fully aware of his reputation in the high school where he works.

He likes to think that he’s a good teacher, but he doesn’t know how good he is. There isn’t one student that doesn’t like him. He’s patient with the students that are slower learners or have learning disabilities, and he’s kind and gentle and understanding. His classroom is known to be a safe space. Some students that don’t even have his class tend to hang out there during lunch just to be in a quieter environment, and he always has extra food for students that don’t have anything to eat.

His favourite class isn’t really a class. It’s his study hall, about thirty juniors and seniors that tend to be a bit chaotic. Sometimes he has to separate friends so they actually get their homework done, but there are a few students that he doesn’t see talk to anyone very often. One of them is Jordan, a boy with long hair who moved to Indy over the summer. Tommy has a soft spot for Jordan.

He’s happy when he notices some students talking to Jordan a few weeks after school starts. They’re asking him what music he listens to.

Uh, I really like, like, metal and stuff.

Tommy smiles to himself.

Another student says his dad listens to that kind of music but he can’t tell if it’s rock or metal, and Jordan smiles for the first time when he asks what the difference is. He has a nice smile. It lights his whole face up.

Mr Hagan, how would you describe the difference between hard rock and metal?

You know, Jordan, that’s a great question. I wouldn’t, because I don’t know.

The kids laugh. On their way out, Tommy hears one of them ask Jordan why he asked Tommy, and Jordan says He had a picture of Corroded Coffin at his desk. They’re one of my favourite bands. Tommy smiles.

Jordan ends up making several friends in the class. None of them are into metal, but they like to listen to it with him, and they like to hear him talk about it. The students end up teasing Tommy for being a secret metalhead. They catch him nodding or humming along every time they play a song by Corroded Coffin. One of them accuses him of being in love with Chrissy Cunningham, but another says loudly He has a wife! The class coos obnoxiously, and he just lowers his head to his desk and hits his forehead softly against it a few times, eliciting a laugh.

California legalises same-sex marriage on the twenty-eighth of June, 2013. Tommy cries when he hears.

Eddie and Steve get married on September third.

The week before, Tommy tells his study hall he won’t be here next week because he’s attending a wedding. His students are excited, and when they ask who’s getting married, he says Some friends from high school. They’ve been waiting to get married since 1984, and it was just legalised. Which just makes his students even more excited.

They make him promise to bring back pictures.

He does. He makes a whole powerpoint, and when he’s back, he relishes in their screams when the opening photo is him standing as best man for one Steve Munson, at the altar with his husband.

Tommy just looks at Jordan, who’s staring, wide-eyed, open-mouthed. The class falls silent after a minute, and they all look at Jordan, waiting.

…You said high school friends.

Tommy just shrugs. He can’t stop smiling.

I’ve been best friends with Steve since we were kids. He and Eddie fell in love in high school.

Jordan’s head falls to his desk, and his voice is muffled when he speaks again.

You’ve been listening to me talk about your best friends… for weeks.

Tommy laughs.

Do you wanna see the rest of the pictures?

Yes, I wanna see the rest of the fucking pictures.

Jordan is quiet while Tommy flips through the powerpoint, answering the other students’ questions, his eyes trained on every photo like he’s trying to memorise them. Tommy hugging Steve just a few minutes before the wedding, Steve looking into a mirror, fixing his hair. (We called him the Hair in high school.) Eddie and Steve holding hands and gazing at each other at the altar, putting rings on each other’s fingers, smiling and kissing each other, hugging each other so tightly it looks like it hurts.

Tommy sees Jordan wipe a tear away as he looks, but he doesn’t say anything.

He has him stay behind after class.

Is this because I said fucking?

Tommy laughs. Tells him he doesn’t care about swearing.

Got something for you.

It’s a photo of Eddie, Chrissy, Gareth, Jeff, and Ian. They’ve all signed it. Chrissy scribbled a little love you! in her pretty, loopy handwriting, in her trademark silver marker.

Jordan takes it, looks at it, and covers his face with his hand. Tommy waits.

This is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to me.

I told them about you.

Shut up.

I did! Eddie says you sound cool. I said you remind me of him. Except that you’re not as obnoxious.

…Thank you, Mr Hagan.

Tommy smiles and tells him to get out of here, to not be late, and Jordan stares at the photo the whole way out, narrowly missing the doorframe. Tommy turns back to his computer, and a few seconds later he hears one of Jordan’s friends’ voices say very loudly, Holy shit! and he laughs.

They have an outdoor wedding. So the sky can watch.

Wayne passed two and a half years ago. Eddie goes to his grave when same-sex marriage is legalized, just to make sure he knows. To make sure he’s there. You gotta be there, Wayne, you’ve been there since the beginning. You gotta… You gotta see it happen.

They leave a seat open for him in the front row, right next to where Linda sits. (Eddie still greets her as Mrs Gareth’s Mom before he hugs her gently. She’s frail now, her hair grey and white, but her eyes still shine just as brightly as they always have.) During the ceremony, Linda spots a ladybug on the chair. She insists that it was Wayne.

Steve can’t look away from Eddie throughout the whole ceremony. The sun is just setting, and everything is golden (which was Robin’s plan; they left her and Chrissy in charge of wedding planning), and his eyes are glowing and shining like they’re glass. His hair is tied up the way Steve loves (which Steve thinks was on purpose), and every flyaway curl looks like a strand of gold thread in the sunlight. Steve feels like he’s dreaming.

They kiss before the officiator even tells them to, because they’ve both been holding back the entire time. They can hear the officiator laugh before he moves out of the way, and the cheering (Robin and Chrissy are loudest) blends into white noise as they hold each other. When they part, they stare at each other for a moment, still holding each other’s faces.

They’re both crying.

And then they’re hugging each other tightly, so tightly they can’t really breathe, but it doesn’t matter, because Eddie is murmuring in Steve’s ear, I told you. I told you. And Steve is crying, nodding into his neck, swaying. They hold each other for too long, until Steve feels Tommy pat his back gently, saying his name, and Steve just starts laughing, because of course he’d interrupt his own wedding because he can’t keep his hands off his husband. (His husband!)

Corroded Coffin, excluding Eddie, plays for the first dance. Africa by Toto, as requested by Eddie. As Eddie twirls Steve around, Steve is crying and laughing simultaneously.

I cannot believe you remember that.

Of course I remember it, sweetheart.

He still calls him that. And honey, and dearest. Even though they’re, in Eddie’s words, grizzled old men. The first time he calls them that, Steve bursts out laughing. But now, as they dance, as the sun goes down, Steve can’t help but love it. He gazes at the lines across Eddie’s forehead and around his eyes and mouth, at the traces of the years that they’ve spent together, of every single one of Eddie’s smiles and frowns and confused, furrowed brows, and he gazes at the strands of grey in Eddie’s curls, at the salt and pepper stubble he’s let grown out because Steve likes it, and he wonders where he would be if he wasn’t here. And he realises there isn’t a single place he’d rather be.

I’m in love with you.

Sure hope you are.

They both take turns dancing with Linda. Then they both dance with Robin and Chrissy. (Robin leads. Of course.)

Two weeks later the official Corroded Coffin Instagram account posts a photo of Steve and Eddie’s hands, posed so their wedding bands, Eddie’s silver, Steve’s gold, are visible. Their fingers are laced, and Eddie’s nails are painted with black polish that’s already beginning to chip. Eddie’s knuckle tattoos are barely visible under his thick rings, the word FIRE barely legible, and on Steve’s hand there’s a small, rough tattoo of a piece of barbed wire, done soon after they moved to San Francisco, and to everyone that follows them, they’re easily recognizable as Steve and Eddie.

Corroded Coffin fans never knew Steve’s last name. He was just Steve, and Eddie’s man, and before that, that one guy that’s at every show, but after they’re married, he’s Steve Munson.

The caption of the post is just a heart, and every rude comment gets a response from Corroded Coffin, reading get fucked.

It’s been thirty years. The sides of Steve’s head are still shaved. (Eddie does it for him in their bathroom. He still gets swoony when he finishes.) Eddie’s curls are too long, always tied up in a knot at the top of his head or in braids that Chrissy does for him. Eddie still calls him Stevie. Steve still calls him Eddie baby. The letter E is tattooed on Steve's chest, small and faded and shitty, done in their living room in the summer of ‘97, but it’s his favourite tattoo. Eddie’s hands made it.

It’s been thirty years. Eddie still tells Steve he’s pretty, and he still makes him slow dance around the kitchen when the right song is on. Steve wears a watch that Wayne used to wear. He’s had to get it repaired twice, but it’s worth it to hear it ticking as he goes about his life, like he’s listening to Wayne’s heart beat as he paints or cooks or holds Eddie’s hand. Eddie still has every drawing Steve's ever given him. They live in photo albums now, carefully set in the plastic sleeves. Sometimes Eddie looks through them, gazing at every pencil mark and all the bleeding ink. Just remembering.

It’s been thirty years. Eddie still tucks his hands under Steve’s shirt to touch his skin while they talk. Their home is lived in. There are stains on the sofa from spilled wine, and the corners of the rugs curl up. Their bed is perpetually unmade, and sometimes there’s dry-erase marker on the bathroom mirror that reads love you so much in the mornings. The smell of cigarettes and weed lingers on everything in the house. (Sometimes Eddie gets a whiff of Wayne as he’s sorting the laundry. He only realises after a few years that Steve gets the same laundry detergent Wayne used to use.)

It’s been thirty years. Steve still falls asleep to Eddie’s heartbeat.

read the whole thing on ao3 tagging: @thehumblefigtree @luna-munson83 <3

and there we have it; genuinely cant put into words how grateful i am to everyone that kept up w this i had so much fun love you all <3

#am planning on writing 'deleted scenes' as one shots i already have a few planned and ill probably post them here and on ao3 :) #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #love me softly

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North Blue Language CH 4

“Would it have mattered? He wouldn't have gone through what he has.” Sora spits at him.

“Dad, lunch!” Sanji calls from down the hall. Mihawk rolled his eyes as he leaves the study to go to the dining room. Sanji had started calling him “dad” not too long ago. He and Sora, having been on the island for two years and Sanji now being twelve, had grown to take over meal preparations other than breakfast because he still often suffered bad night terrors. Although some mornings Mihawk would find him awake and half dead because he hadn't been able to get back to sleep. 

“What have you made?” Mihawk asks as he enters the dining room and gives Sora a quick kiss as they all sit to eat.

“Mushroom ravioli in an herb and cream sauce.” Sanji answers proudly as they all begin to eat. It is very good. Sora compliments Sanji and Mihawk gives him a nod of approval. “Are you setting off soon?”

“Yes, I have a warlord meeting in three weeks, I have to set sail in a week to be on time.” Mihawk answers.

“We'll be alright with the supplies we have, and we'll tend to the vineyard as well.” Sora assures him.

“You two are the only ones I would trust with such a task.” Mihawk says.

“You don't have anyone else you could.” Sanji points out.

“That's true.” Sora laughs and Mihawk shakes his head lightly.

“I trust you both will be alright while I'm gone?” Mihawk asks.

“Of course.” Sora assures. And later that night Mihawk dances around the sitting room with Sora as Sanji plays the piano and laughs because Mihawk had set the tiara he found on Sora's head finally. It's as close to marriage as they'll get. Even as Sanji sleeps down the hall later and Mihawk and Sora hold each other in the master bedroom, out of breath as he pets her hair. 

“I love you.” Sora says in North Blue, all hard consonants and rolling vowels.

“I love you too.” Mihawk replies in Common Blue. They share another kiss before they drift off to sleep. 

Mihawk sets off the following week, annoyed he has to attend a meeting. Truthfully he's sure if it weren't for Sora and Sanji and the visceral need to keep them with him then his bounty would be unfrozen by now. He supposes that was what made Sora an amazing queen to man who didn't deserve her. No matter, she was his wife and Sanji his son. Not that he ever told Sora or Sanji but he figured they knew if ever ran into Germa he would sink their ships, they know him best after all.

It's the dead of night when Mihawk returns from the sea. He grabs the most important things: a rifle, a roll of knives he deemed perfect for Sanji, and Yoru. He doesn't expect much from the rifle but he knows better than to leave it on his ship overnight. He double checks the locks and ropes before going to the castle. He places the rifle near the door and heads to his and Sora's room.

Sora is not alone however, Sanji is there too. Sanji and Sora are curled up around each other with the blankets half kicked off the bed. He chuckles lightly as he places Yoru in her holder then changes and lays behind Sora. She and Sanji don't wake as he wraps an arm around Sora and falls asleep. 

He wakes up alone the next day though. Mihawk is not one to sleep late but he can tell it's midmorning by the sun streaming in. There is a plate of food from breakfast on his bedside table that he doesn't spare a glance at from the yelling outside. He rushes to the window and looks outside to see Sora holding the rifle as Sanji sits cross legged behind her. 

“You sure put that last can out there, didn't you?” Sora asks. She repositions herself slightly as she aims back down the rifle. Her stance is strong and powerful. A far cry from how she looked when Mihawk had first seen her.

“Well yeah! That's how a challenge works, Mom!” Sanji laughs. 

“Right, challenge.” Sora giggles as the rifle goes off again and Mihawk can hear the light ping of a tin can being hit. “That was fun and you can hide them again after lunch, alright?” Sora looks to Sanji who is bolting into the forest without much care to collect the cans. Sora looks up and waves to Mihawk who nods back. 

He changes rather quickly then heads downstairs with his plate. He pats Sanji's head as he passes by and gives Sora a kiss. The breakfast is put away in the fridge and he helps Sanji prepare lunch. Sora looks over the gun more carefully. She's taking it apart expertly and inspecting the individual pieces.

“I didn't realise you were such an excellent shot.” Mihawk chuckles.

“I would say it's much easier than being a swordsman.” Sora argues lightly. Mihawk hums lightly.

“The furthest can was in a tree like a hundred yards away.” Sanji says, Mihawk cocks an eyebrow at the boy. Sora had managed to hit the can fairly easily and Sanji had retrieved it rather quickly. He looked at his wife who had completely disassembled the gun.

“Have you thought about becoming a pirate, darling?” Mihawk asks.

“Gods no. I do not have the fortitude for that. I'm quite alright just helping you.” Sora laughs.

“Like a first mate who doesn't leave?” Sanji asks.

“Basically.” Sora nodded. She begins putting it back together as they continue to cook. After the gun is back together she takes over for Mihawk so he can inspect her handiwork. It's all correct and well done, as best as it can be without the proper products to care or clean the thing of course but nonetheless.

“Well you seem to be a sniper if I've ever seen one.” Mihawk says, giving her a look. “Have you touched a gun before?” 

“Once or twice.” Sora answers, smiling at him. “It’s breath control and focus.” 

“Some damn fine focus then.” Mihawk sniffs as he puts the gun in a closet. 

“Oh I'm sure you both could do it.” Sora retorts with a hefty eye roll. They all shoot the rifle after eating lunch and catching up. Mihawk is a better shot than Sanji but Sora is leagues ahead of him. Sanji is fast at hiding the targets if he runs any faster his feet might catch fire, his dad thinks. Sora takes less than a minute to shoot them all when Sanji returns.

“Yasopp is going to eat his damned hat.” Mihawk mutters as Sanji bolts off to hide the cans again and Sora laughs, her dress too elegant for the rifle she's holding. It never takes her longer than three minutes to shoot the cans.

~*~

Observation haki is what earned Mihawk the nickname ‘Hawkeye’ and his son seems to be in the same boat as they tend to the vineyard. Sora brought her rifle and Mihawk Yoru as they collect grapes for wine. The humandrills are more behaved than they have been but they still chase Sanji to no end. The boy is still too lean but at this point Mihawk thinks it's more genetic than what he had suffered in Germa. 

“You can sense them, can't you?” Mihawk chuckles at Sanji as his eyes flicker around them as he cuts grapes down to put in the basket.

“I guess. It feels like,” Sanji pauses as he thinks of a word, “like fog or syrup or something. It's sticky.” Sanji continues with a furrowed brow. Since they exclusively talk in Northern now Mihawk often felt the same trouble for finding words. Northern was not a kind language. More words for cold and snow and ice than anything else in the language.

“That's your observation haki, it's also how you know where your mother or I are at any given moment.” Mihawk nods. “Though you've felt it for a while, haven't you?” He eyes the blond boy curiously.

“You mean people don't know how to do that normally?” Sanji asks back with his one eye wide with surprise.

“No, I noticed your first day on the island. Your eyes kept scanning the trees.” Mihawk answers.

“Oh.” Sanji replies as he focuses on the task at hand again.

“With training you would be able to sense coming attacks, pick apart emotions and such. Observation haki is also referred to as someone's ‘soul voice'. You can learn a lot about a person with it.” Mihawk explains. He thinks of Shanks and the thrill of having an equal match in their fights but the man seemed to have little ambition and drive to become better. Granted he was making waves in the New World and quickly rising in status. The man overall was lackluster after his shine wore off. Spending more time drunk and depressed than anything else.

“That’d be a useful skill for a cook.” Sanji nods.

“It would.” Mihawk agrees.

“What are you two talking about?” Sora asks as she walks over with a filled bucket.

“Training in observation haki.” Mihawk answers. Theykiss and Sanji rolls his eyes at his parents. Sora ruffles his hair after setting her bucket down.

“I have no idea what that is.” Sora says as she looks between them, but she's smiling brightly and unphased as her shooting has only gotten better, to the point Mihawk had bought her a proper rifle and a pistol 

“Guess I'll train you both then. It'll be useful if they take away my warlord status or when Sanji sets off.” Mihawk says with a smile.

“You do so dread playing nice with the government.” Sora agrees. “Shall we finish with these and head back then?” 

“Yeah, do we have books on haki, Dad?” Sanji asks and Mihawk racks his brain as they carry the buckets to the barn to press.

“I'm sure we do, I can't imagine I haven't brought some back at some point or the man before me didn't.” Mihawk answers. They press the grapes and barrel the juice. They laugh at the stains they've accumulated on their clothes as Mihawk picks them both up and over his shoulders to carry into the castle. “We all need to change, come on.” 

“The gun and Yoru.” Sora scoffs at her husband as Sanji laughs. 

“They'll be alright.” Mihawk says as he kicks the barn closed. 

“Dracule!” She hits his back lightly as she gives her son a disbelieving look which makes Sanji laugh harder. They make it to the castle and all change before meeting in the sitting room where Mihawk scans the shelves and pulls a few books for them to read. They sit and read until Sanji goes to start dinner. Mihawk is reading an interesting passage about oversensitive haki.

“Darling?” Sora asks him.

“Yes, love?” He asks back, casting a quick glance.

“You think he already is using haki, correct?” Sora wavers and Mihawk gives her his full attention.

“To some extent, yes. Some kids who have gone through similar experiences start using haki as early as five or six. With what he has been through I suspect the same for him.” Mihawk agrees. “Granted I don't know the full extent, yet.” 

“Nor do I, I've really only seen what Sanji would come visit me with or what he's told us.” Sora sighs.

“It'll be a useful skill for him, and for you.” Mihawk nods and pulls her close. “It will help keep him safe.”

“Do you promise?” Sora asks.

“Do I lie?” Mihawk counters and Sora lets out a sigh as she gives in. 

A few days later and with little practice, so little Mihawk is actually shocked, Sanji is able to pick apart his and Sora's emotions. They test his range and they find that it almost extends to the beach from the sitting room. Sanji's range is big and could get bigger as he grew. It is a matter of training him to bring his range down.

Sanji is otherwise exceptional at observation haki. Which makes Sora worry that Mihawk was correct in his assumption. Mihawk knows that unfortunately he is right but with the right training he'll have it under control. 

“It is not your fault.” Mihawk insists one night as they're getting ready for bed. Sora is pacing in her nightgown, back and forth near their bed.

“But if I hadn't drank it he wouldn't be like this.” Sora argues.

“No, but you both would still be in Germa and he would be like his siblings. Could you have lived like that?” Mihawk asks her as changes into his sleep pants.

“Would it have mattered? He wouldn't have gone through what he has.” Sora spits at him.

“He wouldn't be dreaming of the All Blue. He would be a pawn under Judge’s thumb not knowing right from wrong and only knowing death and blood shed. You saved him, over and over you saved him.” Mihawk takes her anger and lets it wash over him. They are not at fault. “Judge used your children for his own gain. He wouldn't be as strong as he is without you.” 

“I let them hurt him.” She says and Mihawk pulls her to him finally. She stills and Mihawk holds her loosely in case it is too much.

“No, Judge did. Judge is the only one at fault. You were as much a prisoner as he was.” Mihawk soothes her. “You're the one who got you both out, because of you I have a son. I fell in love. Sora, you saved him time and time again. Do not ever doubt what you did for him, he doesn't want that for you.” Sora nods and leans into him so Mihawk takes that as a sign to hold her closer. Mihawk hums the song she plays most on the piano, an old North Blue hymnal he believes, as he rocks her gently side to side.

Sanji might be thirteen when he crawls into their bed later that night. He doesn't wake Sora so Mihawk shifts them so there's room for his nightmare stricken son. 

“What was it about?” Mihawk asks quietly as he cards his hands through the boy's hair.

“The mask and bugs.” Sanji whispers. 

“Never again, I swear that to you.” Mihawk responds and Sanji nods as they eventually are lulled back to sleep by that same hymnal to a long dead god. 

#black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sora #dracule mihawk #hawkeye mihawk #dracule mihawk x sora #mihawk x sora #north blue language

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Nuggs! Always happy to slide into your asks! Coincidentally I'm missing your leading men something fierce today 🥺

How would a coffee shop meet up between Sy from Applewine Valley, Auggie from Unexpected and Walter from The Light look like?

🥺👉👈 (no pressure to answer it feel free to ignore)

Love ya!

Ohhhhh. Ok ok ok. I did a thing. Thanks for the prompt baby… I was kinda missing my guys too 🖤 thanks for distracting me - I needed it today 😘

It’s short, it’s stupid, it’s not edited. 🥰

Swirls of powdery snow skirted across Main Street, the frigid temperature outside clashing with the heat from the ovens out back causing the tall windows of The Burnt Biscuit to fog over.

Cassie was filling the glass case with pastries and donuts for the early morning crowd that was due to start arriving in the next hour or so, snow or no snow, these guys never missed their morning coffee and breakfast on their way to work.

Smiling to herself, she reflected on how the years had changed her life. Four kids, a successful bakery and a new identity. It was never where she thought she’d be. It was never what she’d have dreamed she needed.

The love of her life could be heard in the kitchen, muttering about almost being out of chocolate chips.

“I put some on the order last week, they should be in tomorrow.” Cassie called absentmindedly rearranging the donuts.

“You’re the best, Princess.” He called.

A smile froze on her lips as the front door opened. It was too early for customers. Everyone in town knew they didn’t open the doors until five, even if they were left unlocked.

Two men stood just inside the door. Two very large men. Two men who looked oddly familiar but she couldn’t place it. One shook the snow from his curly hair as he looked around the shop, while the other dusted off his close shaven head, staring right at her.

“Sorry to intrude on you so early, ma’am.” The short haired man said, the drawl of his Texas accent floating over her like honey. “We’re looking for August.”

Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

“Just a second.” Cassie said quietly as she turned and walked as normal as she could manage through the double swinging doors into the kitchen.

“Just like I imagined she’d look like from the way he talked about her.” Murmured the other, his British accent as smooth as the Texans.

Fear crept through her as her imagination ran wild.

Are they the bad guys? The ones that August had mentioned so many years ago… the ones he said could use me against him? I thought all this was over.

August stood completely still, his hand hovering over the oven handle, watching his wife as she stopped just inside the door and sank against the wall, staring at him like a deer in headlights.

“They’re here.” She breathed, tears brimming the corners of her eyes.

His heart quickened as he stalked to the cabinet he kept the muffin tins in. Flipping the side panel open, his hand wrapped around the gun he’d kept there for the last eight years. It wasn’t lost on him how it felt like the touch of an old, forgotten and unwanted lover. A shudder ran down his spine at how at home it felt in his hand despite his repulsion to the weapon. He’d put this life behind him, even though he’d never stopped being vigilant. His wife and children were everything he’d never let himself want, and now that he had them, he would burn the world he’d saved to keep them safe.

“Stay here.” He whispered to Cassie, pulling her to his chest and kissing her one last time, just in case.

Stepping through the door, gun raised and finger on the hair trigger, his breath left his body in one relieved sigh and couldn’t help but crack a sideways smile at the sight that greeted him.

“You could have called, you bastards.” He growled, the gun falling to his side as he lowered his hand.

The man with the closely shaven head turned to the curly haired man with a smirk.

“Gun drawn, ready to shoot us between the eyes. You owe me twenty bucks, Walter.” He laughed when August rolled his eyes.

“No, you said twenty bucks he shoots us. No shots fired, you owe me twenty dollars, Sy.” Walter murmured. “Will you please tell your wife that she can put down her gun?”

“You really did stumble on the perfect woman for you, didn’t you?” Sy laughed glancing over his shoulder.

August looked at him quizzically then followed Syverson’s gaze to the front window, where Cassie stood, a small pistol trained on his cousins.

“That’s my girl.” He chuckled, his sideways grin stretching the scars on his face taut.

“I guess we were all lucky in that way.” Walter mused as August gestured for Cassie to come inside.

Sheepishly, she poked her head in the door.

“Sorry.” She muttered.

“Come here, Sweetheart.” August pulled her to his side.

“Cassie, my cousins Walter Marshall and John Syverson.”

“Jack.” Corrected Syverson. “Or just Sy.”

“We used to call him junior when we were kids and it always made him cry and and punch us in the face. Or try.” Walter laughed.

“Only because my mom hated it and I didn’t want her to hear it.” He growled, looking like he was about to rip the curly hair off Walter’s head.

“Nothing wrong with being protective of your mother.” Cassie said quietly, looking up at August, thinking of what he had done for his own mother. She could help but note a different kind of smile on his face than she’d ever seen there before. This was a happy part of his past. He loved his cousins, it was clear.

Syverson nodded at her and winked.

“Why don’t I get you all something to eat and some coffee?” She offered, wanting to let her husband spend time with his cousins.

Once the three large men were settled into the small office in the back, coffees and an assortment of pastries and breads on the desk, August swung the door shut as more of the staff began arrived for the morning rush.

“Do I want to know why you didn’t mention this?” Walter gestured at the side of his face.

August sighed.

“Don’t pry, you big ninny.” Sy bumped his shoulder into Walters.

“We don’t keep secrets.” Walter said quietly.

“Oh, we don’t?” August snapped, his steel blue eyes meeting his cousins matching ones. “Care to explain why you didn’t call when you went off after your fathers killers? Just stole a fucking boat and sailed off to your death?”

Walter looked away, guilt eating at him. “There wasn’t time.”

“Hey. It’s over now.” Sy said sternly, effectively cutting through the tension.

“I could have helped.” August continued.

Walter shook his head.

“No, your wife was eight months pregnant with your, what? Third kid?”

Sy nodded, “And Izzy was laid up on bed rest with the twins. Same excuse he gave me.”

“You both had finally found your lives. Settled down. I wasn’t going to risk that for a fools mission. I didn’t have anything so it wasn’t really and issue.”

“And look how that turned out.” August’s sideways smile made Walter blush a little.

“Yeah.” He muttered sheepishly. “Though the honeymoon is certainly over. Irene threw a book at my head when I told her I was going to see my cousins.”

“Why?” August looked surprised. To hear his cousin talk about his new wife, she was sweetness personified. A veritable angel.

“She was mad I didn’t tell her I had cousins.” He shrugged.

“Understandable.” Sy chuckled. “Izzy was pissed too. She only knows about my dads side.”

“There’s enough of them to test anyone’s memory.” Walter laughed.

“Yeah. Like rabbits, runs on both sides apparently. How many are you at now? Five?” August glanced at Sy.

“Well… might be six. Izzy was throwing up yesterday morning. But that might have just been the dead mouse the cat dragged in.” He grinned.

“So are we going to skirt around the reason you two decided to darken my doorstep instead of just messaging me as normal?” August asked, sipping his coffee and watching as his cousins exchanged a dark look.

Walter sighed and gestured for Syverson to spill the beans.

“It’s about Gramps.”

August narrowed his eyes.

“He’s dead. Has been for thirty years. What kind of death trap suicide treasure hunt did he leave for us?”

“That’s the thing. He’s not dead.” Water tossed a folder onto the desk, a photo of their maternal grandfather, absent father of their mothers, in his prime sliding out of the dossier and settling in front of them. “And from what I understand the old bastard is in deep trouble.”

#Henry cavill #august Walker #Walter marshall #syverson #a short piece of shit ditzel #like a Drabble but #not #it distracted me #thanks baby 🖤🖤

[hiddenlittleoasis]

Here's my first writing piece of this account! (Posted below)

Shoutout to @cysketch for creating this lovely piece that served as my inspiration💕

Early bird songs are carried away in the morning winds, but not fast enough to keep the whistling of the feathered choir from sharing their work with the ears of young Poca.

The rabbit boy stirs awake to start one of the last mornings left of summer, shivering as reminders of autumn gust through an open window and out another. Even knowing of the unlikely chance of getting a visitor today, he diligently gets up. He hurries to ready for the day: pulling on a sweater, descending the stairs, counting stock, and opening up the door to the little home shop.

Poca breathes in deeply as another chilled gust sweeps through his home, rattling the children's toys hanging on display. Like most things Poca has for sale, it’s only thanks to the winds that blow through the high-rise that a layer of dust hasn’t made its home on all the merchandise. Many times Cherrise, Poca’s neighbor downstairs, has told him how foolish a shop so hard to reach is. Many times Cedeir, the friendly delivery critter, has crawled to Poca’s door, gasping for breath through jokes equating the climb up Poca’s stairs to a hike up a mountain. Many times Poca has just smiled kindly, opening shop again the next day with the same vigor as the day before.

Today is no different.

Right on time, just as every day, a box rolls up the steps with a huffing and puffing Cedeir behind it. “Must you order so many boxes to the summit of your mountain Poca?”

And Poca politely smiles.

Not long after Cedeir has left there’s a rattling below Poca that pauses as a window is pulled open. “Are you still insisting on running that shop, silly rabbit boy?” Cherrise calls out.

But Poca just smiles.

Soon it is midday. Tiny mice hurry from their cozy homes, dug out of some of the many boxes in Poca’s shop. They greet Poca eagerly with many excited squeaks. Poca greets each back just as happily, not by name for they have none, but by giving each their favorite unique snack from his shop before setting down some of the aging snacks out in dishes for the friendly mice to feast.

The morning winged choir returns shortly after the mice have had their meal, singing to Poca with a familiar tune. He is no stranger to the daily performance that his feathered company puts on in hopes of earning their dinner for the day, and politely applauds as the show finishes before setting out more dishes of old shop snacks. The birds hurry to fill their beaks before taking off to hide on the roof. Poca’s gaze follows them until they disappear over the edge of the fading red tin, contently admiring the creatures much smaller than him.

A petal falls from a disturbed window box as fleeing wings stir the plant inside, drifting down towards Poca, gently settling between his ears as he turns his gaze to the soft clouds of cotton floating by. The color fading from the petals and browning in the leaves that Poca has so persistently cared for serves as another gentle reminder of the cooler season rapidly approaching. Meanwhile the colors changing on the clouds reflect the day slowly drawing closer to a close.

For a while more Poca keeps watching the sky around him from his favorite spot; in front of a display fridge with his own name printed on it, hiding memories of a paint-filled summer night. As Poca watches the fleeting moments of summer, cherishing the last few memories they’ll make with the critters this year, an evening autumnal wind sweeps past Poca’s high rise, rustling the tired plants and biting at Poca’s fluff through his sweater. The clouds hasten their drifting just slightly as the breeze urges them towards the horizon, to meet with the sun that is rapidly setting.

The sun escapes the sky much quicker than it once did, and the nip of the nighttime air ushers Poca back inside his little shop. He grabs a little broom to sweep, searching for some activity to serve as an excuse to keep the shop open just a little longer in case of any traveler in need stopping by.

A new voice, almost swept away in the winds, “E-Excuse me?”

Poca is quick to turn around, and his guest continues on hurriedly when they see they’ve gotten someone’s attention. “Do you have water? My family is traveling, uhm migrating, because of the cold weather and my grandmother is very old and thirsty and…” Poca smiles gently as they put bottles into a bag, letting the older bird child go on.

Before the bird child can finish their extensive plea Poca is already coming around the counter, kneeling down and offering the well packed bag. “O-oh thank you s-sir! How much do I need to give you? I have…” the bird child starts to ramble again, but Poca makes no requests, only insisting on giving them the bag.

Watching the eyes of the bird child widen as they finally understand Poca’s kind offer warms a deep place inside Poca’s chest, fighting back against the biting cold of the night. “T-thank you sir!! I…I’ll tell my family about you!! Goodbye!” The bird child grabs the bag and struggles to take off with the extra weight, but soon soars off into the distance until they blur with the dark of the sky.

Cherrise would ridicule him, telling Poca about how he can’t run a successful business by giving everything away.

Cedeir would question him, asking Poca where he gets all his packages from if he isn’t making a profit from his sales.

Poca wouldn’t mind though, he knows the warmth he feels inside from the grateful smiles pays for so much more than a few snacks and bottles of water.

Soon Poca shuts off the lights and closes up his doors, hurrying up to bed.

After all, tomorrow will be a busy day.

#writing #creative writing #short story #writing exercise #cozy reads

[soranihimawari]

Hanahaki & You

A JJK story about urban legends and almost unrequited love feat. Geto Suguru & gn!reader.

Note: I finally have time to write this blurb/short out!

The first tins you meet Geto Suguru, you’re sixteen years old in the city’s underbelly. You were coerced by friends to go to the night club in the dingiest part of the town, not realizing this was also a hot spot for curses to appear. Yet you seemed unpaused by the sex workers and those friends of yours getting railed in the red light district.

Funnily enough, you’re hanging out at the bar, only asking for soda and juices from a very annoyed bartender except when the gruff looking bartender says, “Sprite and splash of cranberry curtesy of that guy,” you raise the glass and your eyebrow to the direction where the bartender pointed. The ‘guy’ in question was roughly your age, sharp jawed, and a twinge too good looking even with his ebony hair tied in a braid today. However, he had a charming smile and though he waved after you made sure it wasn’t spiked with your nail polish, you took a sip of his dry mock tails. It was tart, just like the lemons you plucked out of your neighbor’s garden.

After that initial sip, he could tell you were curious. It’s now why you’re kissing him, almost half undressed in the alley behind the rundown pub. He needed to feel something, you offered your lips to him and he was caught in surprise by your suggestion. You find his name between baited breath and how he growls yours back with his kiss swollen tongue. You’re not a curse, just a bonus, the thought seemed to haunt your mystery man. And come the morning, you wake in your bed after a full night of partying, wondering if this stranger was just that: a stranger.

Several months go by. The seasons change and now on the first day of the monsoon season, you swear you see him help a friend with ivory locks find their classmates in a demolished building. You could have sworn you heard him talk in a normal, no so turned on voice. He sounded just as divine as you imagined. A set of dark licorice eyes locks on to you, yet your attention is occupied by the captain of the baseball club who is talking your ear off about something you don’t care for. It was then one Geto Suguru experienced his first encounter with the seedling in his chest. He coughs once, then twice, blaming the dust from the demolished building. You spot him and you see him cough, you think nothing of it even if you glass a look concern his way, and carry your life as normal.

New mission, different city: this time, you are formally introduced by your cousin, Shoko, to her two best friends during fall break.

“Gojo Suguru,” she says.

“Delighted,” fair haired person says to you. Strong eyes and all.

“And this is Geto Suguru,” Shoko says this whole ushering Gojo to the other side of the living room.

When asked why she did that, she just replies with, “don’t you see? Those two have chemistry—instantly.”

You’ve spoken in length about right person, right time and he speaks with a benevolence of the logic of victim of opportunity.

“You kissed me that night in the alleyway, didn’t you?” He asks.

“You clean up well in the regular light of day,” you tease him back.

Geto Suguru, who usually is serious these days, smiles and laughs. He feels grounded with you—even if you do choose to stay friends. A dreadful feeling of what-ifs form, but Geto’s mind puts those in then back burner of his mind.

You exchange phone numbers at the end of Shoko’s impromptu gathering.

Thursday, July 9, it rains all day in the city. Geto has his tertiary coughing fit and calls Gojo says he’s going to need a full day to recover from their failed mission. The girl is dead and the elders should have managed this differently, that’s for damn sure. Geto Suguru is in his room, throwing up flowers you planted in his soul, when his text chime goes off.

•YNN (nickname): Sugu? Are you feeling better? ): the guy from the baseball club won’t leave me alone. ): help?

Geto goes out to answer your call. He’s drenched from the rain and you run to him crying saying how you were almost violated in public. Geto breathes easier when you’re close to him. You brush his loose strands behind his ear and you realize he seems like he has a fever.

“You’re coming home with me,” you don’t take no for an answer.

In your room, an hour later, Suguru’s clothes are in the dryer and you have him a clean shirt and some old scrub pants your brother bestowed upon you.

“Shower is there. The other door leads to my room, just let me know when you’re out, ok? Can’t have you getting worse on me.”

“YN?” he asks after he hears you prattle off about how Shoko became the pride and joy of your family after she acknowledges curses exist.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

A few years go by and now you’re about to celebrate your third and final spring break when you see a familiar face in your local community. You find out the pretty man is actually real especially when your friends, who were very popular for being non-virgins anymore, we’re sidelined by the pretty boy with dark hair at the graduation party.

“You,” he says all growl-like, knowing that’s just how his voice is, you perk up. “We met before, yeah?”

Too scared to speak, you cough. “Yeah.”

“Sprite glass, splash of cranberry juice?”

“Mmhm.”

“I’ve been looking,” he has this horrendous coughing fit and your friends have long since left you both alone. “For you everywhere.”

“Are you alright, Geto?”

Since that night in the rainstorm, you’ve been meeting up secretly. Putting on this show of “have we met before?” for everyone who didn’t know you two were knee deep in love. At least one of you were, the other, much like a one track minded person, you pick up the hints late.

Especially now since you’re forced to ignore the bloodied stems and petals he steps on to smash his lips on yours. And it seems he breathes easier in the all navy uniform of his school while you kiss him back, longer, harder, passionately intertwining his fate to yours.

“Geto,” he says in your ear, cradling your face and neck in his hands. “Geto Suguru. Nineteen.”

“YLN,YN. Eighteen and a half,” you linger, doe eyed and wanting.

You lean to kiss him again and he breathes better knowing you never once forgot about him. He prayed for so long to hold you close again just like in the alleyway two, three years ago by now. Now that Geto Suguru, a powerful curse user and eater, has you in his line of sight he will not let anything tarnish your beautifully striking soft features—even if it kills him.

“Upstairs,” he whispered in your ear.

He holds your hand and once you the back flight of stairs at the house part you’re at, he pulls through a door and locks it before having a coughing fit.

“Geto? Hey? Hey!” You grasp his face in your hands and you let him cough out more blood and more thorns. More petals…

“Breathe, slowly,” you say as softly as you can and he lets you bring him to the bed where after a few more coughs, he kneels in front of you. He seems of gardenias, the flowers of secret lovers. “That’s it, in and out, ok?” He nods, though his lungs are on fire.

“You have to tell me who it is, can you do that? This is hanahaki disease. Love can be poisonous. Unrequited love is lethal. Geto Suguru, gods be damned, do not die on me, ok?”

He nods weakly, muttering the role playing that you two do at parties has him looking forward to coming home every time after a long mission.

“Me too, but i can’t do it alone,” you bite back a small smirk before he confesses the name of the person who caused his torment.

“N-no,” you shake your head. “Your heart made a mistake..?”

The moon begins to shine behind him and you realize he’s not mistaken. You pull yourself together to save him as he draws his breath to be a shallower one.

“Suguru?!”

Your lips are on his the moment he didn’t respond; arms wrapped around him like any fairytale would have their lovers embrace. The poisonous blues and deep purples now coloring is most prominent veins stop their spreading the longer you kiss him, the more you breathe for him, the more your heart breaks because of you’d have known truly, you would have been with him from the start.

You both remain like this for a few minutes before you feel him clutch your arm and he pulls you closer as he regains consciousness.

“Hi,” you press a kiss to his cheek.

“You solved it,” Geto’s voice is gruff and scratchy as the last stems are pulled out of his esophagus, bloodied and thorn filled.

“My first love was dying in my arms,” you read your forehead against his, a hand on his chest, the other sports the back of his head. You look like the Renaissance sculpture la Pieta. And Geto’s ears park up at what you called him.

“Been in love with you since last year when you and I exchanged kisses in the alley…”

Geto tries to talk, but you shake your head.

“Be honest with me next time, not like there will be one, but please…” you start to sniffle and he wipes the stray tears rolling down on your face. “Don’t scare me like that. I didn’t even get a chance to confess.”

Geto chuckles whenever he catches you by his sudden movement to pin you to the floor. His eye brows furrowed in confusion because he could have sworn that you were in a relationship with anyone else.

“Nope. Just you.”

Geto Suguru experiences his first and only shot at true love at nineteen. You let him love you for as long as he can until he takes you to his home village right before the blood moon rises…

#🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora after hours #🎋jjk🎋 #sorascribbles2023

[natswifeysblog15]

Chapter 5: Movie Night

Summary:

Joining the Avengers has always Y/N's dream, however, she didn't realize it would cost her her relationship. Heartbroken, Y/N closes her heart to falling in love but will a certain Russian Spy change that?

I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS*

This is my original work, I do not give permission for it to be reposted :)

Words: 3.0k

I apologize for the long wait, as a thank you for your patience I'm posting two parts tonight. I appreciate you all who take the time to read my work.

XOXO

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It had been two weeks since your girl’s night with Natasha and Wanda. The compound had been pretty quiet, no missions or even signs of Hydra which was putting Steve a bit on edge. The rest of the team was glad to have a few days off and spent it hanging out with each other and relaxing. Currently you were all meeting up in the movie room to watch something. Wanda and Vision had arrived first, of course sitting next to each other. 

“Witchy. Android.” you grin and nod towards Wanda. She grabs the nearest pillow and throws it as hard as she can without using her powers, “You are such a dick!”. You catch it and begin to laugh, she laughs back at you. You liked the friendship you had with Wanda, it's lighthearted and fun but by the way Vision was clenching his jaw you could tell he was not a fan of it. You found it funny because although you and Wanda teased each other pretty much all the time, neither of you saw each other in that way. You made your way to the other end of the couch, opposite of Wanda and Vision but you could feel a pair of eyes still following you. Once seated you find those eyes to be Wanda who gives you a soft smile and you reciprocate the same before opening your phone to tik tok as you wait for the rest of the team to arrive. As you're scrolling you don't realize that Natasha had taken a seat next to you, she leans into you and speaks in your ear “Hey.” You look up from your phone to find her inches away from your face, “Hi.” you grin back moving your body so both of your shoulders are touching. 

“Have we decided what movie we're going to watch?” she says looking around the room with her arms crossed before her eyes landing back on you. She's so beautiful. I could look into her green eyes all day. Snap out of it Y/n. You can find her attractive right? But not in a crush way. Yeah. Not a crush. Natasha is just beautiful. You still haven’t answered her question stupid. You take a look around the room to see that you were still waiting on Tin Man and Old Man Rogers. 

“No, not yet.” you say back to her. “We’re still waiting on a few slow pokes.” She snickers at your comment but before being able to say anything back Tony enters the room. 

“Let’s get this movie started!” he claps his hands. You and Natasha look at each other, she rolls her eyes referring to Tony and you laugh. 

“Hey lovebirds, would you like to share with the rest of the room?” he teases, his eyebrow raised. You feel your face flush. Lovebirds? Why would he call us that?

“If you want to be included Stark just say so. Or even better, why don't you get here on time instead of making the rest of us wait?” Natasha responds. Stark rolls his eyes, before he gets to say anything Steve butts in and says “Alright settle down the two of you. Have we decided what we are going to watch tonight?” The team begins to shout different movie titles from all sorts of genres.

“Why don’t we watch something romantic? I’m in the mood for something cheesy.” says Wanda. 

“Keep it to yourself cupid.” Tony says, rolling his eyes as Wanda glares at him. 

“Come on, witch. In Asgard we put on battles as a form of entertainment, why don’t we try something more exciting?” says the God of Thunder.

“Both are terrible choices. Why don’t we watch a documentary? Something educational.” says Steve. 

Tony rolls his eyes, “Well aren't you the life of the party.” he says sarcastically.

Tony and Steve begin to go back and forth, Steve had enough of Tony always having something to say. It would've gotten heated if it wasn’t for Natasha interfering.

“Settle down boys.  Sit down and stop acting like children before you give Bruce a panic attack” she says sternly. You look over at Bruce and Natasha was not joking, Bruce was rocking back and forth breathing heavily. You walk over to him and kneel in front of him. “It's okay.” you say softly. “Copy my breathing. In..1..2..3. Out…1…2…3.” He mimics your breathing pattern. Once calm you walk back over to your spot next to Natasha. The boys sit down while they mutter underneath their breath but they don’t dare to say anything out loud in front of Natasha.

“I have an idea!” you say with a wide grin. You stand up and head into the kitchen and grab a bowl. 

“Was she planning on sharing it with us?” says Tony his hands in the air as he faces the rest of the team. You come back to the room with the bowl, a piece of paper, and pens. As you begin to rip the piece of paper into smaller pieces you say to the team, “We’re all going to write the title of a movie we would like to watch. Once written, put it inside the bowl and once everyone has submitted their movie I will shuffle the papers and have Nat choose one.” Everyone nods in agreement and begins to write their choice. After everyone has submitted their choice you mix the pieces of papers up in the bowl for a few seconds before turning to Natasha.

“Madam.” you smile and move the bowl towards her. She reaches and chooses a paper, she reads it and it was *your movie of choice (:* Tony asks JARVIS to search for the movie and you move into the kitchen to make everyone popcorn and bring out a few snacks. A few minutes later you join the team in the movie room and set the snacks down on the coffee table. You take your seat next to Nat, your body leaning towards her. About an hour into the movie you end up falling asleep, you tried to keep your head up but eventually were defeated and ended up resting on Natasha’s shoulder. 

Another hour goes by and the movie is finally over. You feel someone gently shaking you, “Y/n?” the voice says softly. You groan moving closer to Nat’s body. She laughs and gently shakes you again, “Y/n.” she says again. You open your eyes to find yourself still laying on her shoulder. Oh my god!! You immediately move away, your face flushed, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t-” She interrupts you, “Hey, Y/n it's okay! I ended up dozing off on your head as well, so I don't mind.” She puts both her hands on your shoulders and gives you a reassuring smile. Did I drool on her? This is so embarrassing!! You mentally slap yourself. Your face is still as red as a tomato. 

“Come on.” she gets up and reaches her hand. “Wanda is making dinner, chicken paprikash.” You grab her hand avoiding eye contact, she leads you into the kitchen. She lets go of your hand and goes to sit with Clint while you walk towards Wanda. As she sees you approaching she gives you a raised eyebrow and you look at her confused. 

“What's this look for?” you say.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” she says, still raising her eyebrow. 

“No?” you say confused. She smiles at your obliviousness. 

“What's going on with you and Nat?” she asks, her lips smirking.

“Nothing!!” you say defensively, not realizing your face is flushed. Wanda squinted her eyes at you and then all the sudden her eyes went wide. 

“You like her.” she whispers excitedly. 

“I- what?” you’re unable to make a sentence, feeling the room go hot. 

“I read your mind and you definitely think she’s hot.” she whispers loud enough for you to hear but you could tell if it was her normal voice she would scream in excitement.

“Stay out of my head Wands!” you say defensively before walking away. “We’re not done with this conversation.” she says through her powers. “Get out of my head!” you respond back as you make your way to sit with the rest of the team. 

Natasha’s POV

You found it cute how flustered Y/n got when she realized she had fallen asleep on you. If it had been anyone else you would’ve pushed them off but Y/n was different and you weren’t sure why. As you lead her to the kitchen you like her hands in yours and were disappointed when she let go to head over to Wanda. You make your way over to Clint and sit across from him with your legs up on the table. 

“Beer?” he offers and you nod. He looks over at Y/m and sees she's busy conversing with Wanda, you look in their direction as well. 

“What?” you ask, taking a sip of your beer. 

“You’re different.” he smirks. You raise your eyebrow waiting for him to explain. “Y/n makes you different. You’re sweet with her and gentle. Something unlike you.” he says genuinely. 

“Shut up.” you say sternly. This conversation made you uncomfortable, but he was right. You had never been this way with anyone. Then again Y/n was different. 

“I’m not meaning it in a bad way. You deserve to be happy Nat and Y/n seems like a great person. Don’t let your fears and the way the Red Room trained you towards love keep you from pursuing it.” You know he has good intentions but you weren’t even sure what you felt for Y/n, you just knew that you liked being around her.

Back to Y/n

You find your seat next to Natasha. 

“What are we talking about?” you say. 

“Nothing much. I'm going to get another, do you want one?” he gets up and gestures at his beer. You nod and give him a smile.

“Are you feeling rested?” Nat says, still sipping on her beer. 

“Yes. You were quite comfortable.” you smile shyly. 

“You know. Everytime I’m with you, you're always sleeping. Have you been having trouble resting?” she furrowed her eyebrows. You shrug your shoulders not wanting to let her know that your heartbreak was still keeping you up most nights. Though you were moved on from Sharon, it hurts how quickly she was able to let go of everything. How quickly you lost her support when you decided to follow your dreams. The memories kept you up some nights but there was no reason for Natasha to know that. 

“Food is ready.” shouts Wanda from the stove. 

“Saved by the bell.” you nervously chuckle and quickly get up and make your way to grab a plate. 

“Hm.” she raises her eyebrow at you as you walk away. 

The team enjoys Wanda’s dish which was absolutely delicious. All of you conversed about random things before each of you getting up to do your own thing for the night. You headed up to your room to take a warm shower. Once finished you slipped into gray sweatpants, a white crop, and a gray zip up jacket. You grab your phone and see a red bubble on your photos app. You open it to find a memory from when Sharon and you went on your first vacation. It had been the fourth of July weekend, so you both decided to spend it at a beach resort for a few days. It had been an absolutely amazing time. Memories from it came rushing back, what happened to that love? You begin to sob. You had done everything for this person. Had given up parts of yourself that you loved to fit better with her. And she left you like nothing. 

At this moment, Natasha is walking up from the dining room. She hears sobs and approaches your door, her ear against the door to confirm that the sobs were coming from your room. She knocks softly on your door. You rush into the bathroom to wash your face, whoever was at the door did not need to see you like this. Once done you walk over to the door taking a deep breath before opening it. 

“Nat! Hi!” you try to say as enthusiastically as possible, your eyes and nose still red. She looks at you concerned, “Y/n.” she says soft but stern. You look at your feet trying to avoid as much eye contact as possible. Please don’t ask. Please don't ask. 

“Come here.” she says. Shit. You feel a wave of tears forming behind your eyes.You bury your head into her neck, unable to hold your tears back any longer. She leads you to the ground, sitting down holding you in her arms. 

“Shhh. It's okay…It’s okay Y/n.” she says gently as she rubs your back. You sobbed on her for what felt like an eternity until you had no more tears left to cry. You laid on her chest sniffling. For a few minutes she didn’t say anything, letting you lay on her as she drew circles on your arm until you were ready. 

“Your shirt is all wet. I’m sorry.” you break the silence as you begin to sit up, your hands fidgeting.

“It’s okay.” she says softly. You could tell she was waiting for you to meet her eyes but you never did. “Do you want to talk about it?” she asks, concerned. 

“Not- re-really.” you say your voice breaking as your eyes begin to fill with tears once more. She nods concerned for your emotional wellbeing. She notices that you’re still anxiously fidgeting with your fingers.

“Hey, look at me..” she says gently as she reaches for your hands. You meet her gaze, “It's okay.” You nod, unable to fidget with your hands you begin to fidget with Nat’s. The both of you don’t talk for a few minutes. 

“Let’s go get some ice cream.” she smiles. You look up at her, an eyebrow raised in confusion, “Ice cream?” She nods and gets off the floor. She reaches her hand out, you grab it and she assists you in getting up from the floor. 

She takes you to an ice cream parlor in the city, the drive quiet. Natasha wanted to know what was going on inside you, what caused you to lay in her arms bawling for forty five minutes. But, she wanted you to come to her when you were ready so she didn't pry. The both of you sat in an empty field in silence enjoying the ice cream while looking at the stars. Thoughts racing through your mind. How did she know to come into your room? How did she know how to comfort you? 

“Can I ask you something?” you look at her setting your ice cream cup down.

“Mhm.” she responds, taking a lick out of her mint chocolate cone while still looking up.

“How did you know?”

She looks at you, “Know what?” Her voice was soft, a softness you had never noticed Natasha use but she was using it with you. 

“That…That I needed you.” you break your gaze, embarrassed at the words that had come out of your mouth. Did you need HER? Or just someone?

“I heard sobs in the hall. I wasn’t sure it was you but I had a feeling. When you opened the door, eyes were red and puffy, I knew.” You take a moment to take in her words. She looks back up at the stars and you do the same.

“You’re Black Widow.” you say. 

“You’re now realizing that?” she asks, her eyebrow raised. 

“Everyone talks about you as a cold woman. No offense.” She scoffs, “None taken.”

“I just mean that you’re not known for being the emotional or comforting type.”

“You’re special Y/n.” she simply says. You look at her unsure of what she means. “It's different with you. I can’t help but make sure you’re okay. I can’t keep myself from wanting to protect you.”

You both sit in silence for ten minutes before she breaks the silence. “Why were you crying?”

“It doesn’t matter.” you bring your legs to your chest and hide your face between your knees.

“It’s not going to do you any good if you keep it to yourself. How long has it been going on?”

“Since I joined the Avengers. Most of the time I am able to keep myself distracted but it all hits when I’m alone.”

“What does?” she says softly and comfortingly. She wanted you to know that it was okay for you to open up about it but only if you were comfortable.

“I told you and Wanda I had someone. Sharon… right before I joined the Avengers she decided our relationship was over unless I chose her and not the Avengers. I couldn’t, I had given everything for this person but… but she couldn’t do the same for me. Before you walked into the room, photos of our first vacation came up and it reminded me of everything we had. I don't miss the person but I do miss the love. I don’t understand how someone could just throw it all away?” She scoots closer to you and puts her arm around you pulling you towards her. You lay your head on her shoulder as once again tears begin to fall. 

“I don't know much about relationships Y/n but i can tell you this. People won't always give as much as you. If she couldn’t support your dreams then she didn't deserve you. And she was an idiot for letting you go.” She slips her hand under your chin, bringing your eyes to meet hers. “For as long as I’m here… no one will break your heart like her again.” She kisses your forehead. The both of you remain in silence for the rest of the night you were in the field, your heads still on her shoulder, her arm wrapped around you. Both of you are enjoying the night breeze and moonlight above you.

#marvel fanfiction #wanda marvel #marvel cinematic universe #natasha marvel #marvel #mcu fanfiction #mcu fandom #wanda mcu #mcu x reader #marvel mcu #avengers #new writter #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #nat #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #fanfic

[gerogerigaogaigar]

David Bowie - Low

This was the first of Bowie's Berlin trilogy where he worked with Brian Eno. Influenced by krautrock bands and Eno's own ambient experimentation it is drastically different from anything he'd done before. The first few tracks recall some of the angular rock that was on Station To Station, but the entire latter half of the album is populated by spacey, ambient electronic explorations. The album basically becomes less and less rock and more ambient as it goes on. By the end Subterraneans is just an ambient track. Flickers of ideas pop up and fade away as songs evolve within their musical motifs. It's probably Bowie's artsiest album.

Cat Stevens - Tea For The Tillerman

I think I like Yusuf/Cat Stevens just fine. His music is good? I'm certain. I dunno it just doesn't do much for me. I can't really identify why. I like a lot of other artists like him so why shouldn't this album be up there with Neil Young or Harry Chapin? Oh well I'm indifferent to Cat Stevens.

Kanye West - Graduation

https://youtu.be/wvgehVhF9D4

https://youtu.be/e7e5BFJa-Ug

After two game changing albums Graduation is absolutely a victory lap. Ye seems content to prove that he could do this as much as he wants and we are just not gonna get sick of it. He's right. Graduation mainly continues what Kanye was doing on his previous two albums, beautiful lush beats with soul samples and strings. That isn't to say that he doesn't innovate on Graduation, in fact the best tracks feature significant electronic influence most notably Stronger and Flashing Lights. In the end we know where the story goes and Ye would not continue on this way, but the bleakness of 808s And Heartbreak only makes Graduation an even more triumphant finale to the trilogy of albums that marks phase one of Kanye West's career.

Nick Drake - Pink Moon

Nick Drake is kind of a hidden gem among the late 60s folk rock scene. Hipsters love him on account of how he died young and is obscure, but he never hit the mainstream. Drake's delicate airy voice is the aural equivalent of autumn leaves blowing in a gentle wind. He is the sound that old trees make in the winter. And if his previous records with their lush but haunting string arrangements didn't take him into the public eye then Pink Moon definitely wasn't going to. Stripped down to nothing but Nick Drake's voice and guitar Pink Moon is an album that sound like it might fall apart if you so much as breath on it. Gentle arpeggios make up the instrumentation and they are carried by Drake's unique sense of melody that is equal parts folk rock and tin pan alley. The album is stark, stripped down, and speaks of alienation and fear at every turn. It's one of the most beautiful and personal albums of all time and, despite what reviewers at the time of its release said, it's actually quite inviting as long as you meet it on its own terms.

Björk - Homogenic

Every step in Björk's career is a step towards further weirdness. Homogenic is a defining album in her career as it establishes the point of no return for her experimentation. The trip hop from Post is leaned into harder, but with more strings and crunchier drums. The drums have been fine tuned into a bit crushed nightmare and the cold string and distant vocals make the album feel apocalyptic. Björk albums are, as a rule, bizarre and unsettling but Homogenic manages a cold powerful dispassionate energy unlike any of her other work.

A Tribe Called Quest - Midnight Marauders

The first three albums by A Tribe Called Quest form a sort of stylistic trilogy. Midnight Marauders is the final piece of the trilogy and incorporates bits of both previous records. It's a little looser than Low End Theory and a little tighter than People's Instinctive Travels and I actually think that hurts it a bit. It doesn't manage the jazzy cohesiveness of the former or the free spirited just vibing attitude of the latter. Now being the weakest of the first three is kinda nothing, Midnight Marauders is a nine instead of a ten boohoo. But I might not put it on a top 500 albums list. Either way it's still a fantastic record with that unique A Tribe Called Quest sound, jazzy but not in a new jack swing way. They just kinda bop around dealing with serious and lighthearted stuff alike in a casual conversational style of rapping.

Sade - Diamond Life

Sade Adu manages to ride such a fine line on her debuted record. She manages to have the best of both the soul and sophistipop with neither of their downfalls. She is suave and sexy with a cool attitude but always avoids the bourgeois pretention of most sophistipop. She can manage lengthy love songs without the occasional tedium of 80s soul artists. She's somehow extremely catchy while also being low key. She manages these sweet bass grooves without it feeling like it's going to become funk or hip hop. She brings everything into her wheelhouse. It's an impressive piece of artistry. A singular vision recognized.

Pavement - Slanted And Enchanted

Slanted And Enchanted is a fantastic album. The second best of Pavement's output. I support this album being in the list but strongly oppose it being rated higher than Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. Slanted And Enchanted is the most straightforward Pavement album. It has the quintessential 90s indie sound and it shows in a lot of their contemporaries work. Kind of wistful, thoroughly modern but with one foot in the garage rock of the 60s. Pavement really nail a sound that is exactly one step removed from the mainstream alt rock.

#500 album gauntlet #david bowie #cat stevens #kanye west #nick drake #björk #a tribe called quest #sade #pavement

[bottomhaztoplou]

Tabby's Writing Game: Day 31

WIP Title Exposure!!

Welcome to the final day of Tabby's Writing Game! Today I'm going to expose myself for having too many WIPs... and give you a little blurb or a couple of tropes/tags with each of them. Look forward to them!

A/B/O fics (all omega Harry, of course + alpha Louis unless otherwise specified):

Modern Cottagecore AU - Harry has a little cottage he inherits from a relative and spends his time looking after his gardens with his cat, Delphine, or blogging. Louis is a writer that Harry bumps into at the local grocery.

"scent fic" - It's common courtesy to wear scent neutralisers in public. Harry, however, doesn't like to. One day, he smells the most enticing alpha scent whilst on public transport and ends up making a tit of himself sniffing around to find out just who it is.

"breeding/pregnancy kink fic" - exactly what it says on the tin, plus a little surprise kink that I'm not listing. ;)

chastity's not the devil, but an angel in disguise - omegas are put in chastity as soon as their first heat ends, to protect them from bad alphas. Harry, the son of florists, meets Lord Louis Tomlinson, the Duke's son, when he stops by looking for flowers for his parents' springtime ball.

Duchessrry #5 - a 10+1 fic of little timestamps between when Louis met Harry and their marriage (which takes place in Duchessrry #6)

"ribbon fic sequel" - Harry is pregnant. Louis stays with him as he gives birth to their first litter of pups. More ribbons are involved. (Note: this is finished already, so technically not a WIP, but it's not posted yet and won't be for a while.)

petal - male omegas are very rare, with approximately one born out of every 100,000 pups. Louis is an alpha, but to his misfortune, he's gay, and male betas just don't do it for him. But then Harry falls right into his lap - quite literally.

you've stolen my heart (but you keep it safe) - ANR (adult nursing relationship) fic. O/O as well. Louis is mated to an alpha at first and has two sons, but their mating is crumbling. Harry is an anxious uni student and they meet at an omega centre for the Adult Nursing Program there.

Two Hearts In One Home - posting now! you can check it out HERE!

Put A Little Love On Me - Harry's father passes, but an omega can't legally run a pack without an alpha mate in this universe. He's forced to meet eligible suitors from all over England and ends up discovering that there's a lot more in store for him than he ever thought possible. (name subject to change)

BDSM/Kink fics:

"broken-armed daddy dom" - possibly-canon fic where Louis breaks his arm, but even though he's injured, he still doms his baby. (name subject to change but tbh I kinda like it as is lmao)

Disability/Injury/Sickfics:

Little Bird - autistic Harry and ADHDer Louis grow up together. (note for those concerned: I am autistic and have ADHD as well.)

Media-Inspired fics:

i think you and the moon and neptune got it right - Pokemon Sun and Moon fic, with a twist.

these points of data make a beautiful line (and we're out of beta, we're releasing on time!) - Portal AU, with Harry as Chell and Louis as an added non-canon character. Follows the canon storyline, for the most part. (Note: this is finished already, so technically not a WIP, but it's not posted yet and won't be for a while.)

Portal 2 AU - Harry and Louis go through the events of Portal 2 in a mostly-canon fashion, with a non-canon, completely original epilogue after their escape.

Tangled AU - Harry is Rapunzel. Louis is Flynn Rider. That's all you need to know :D

Strawberries & Cigarettes - inspired by the song. Bad Boy teen Louis, average teen Harry.

Mythical Creatures fics:

"dragon x prince(ss) fic" - this is very vaguely inspired by ads I've seen of that webcomic "No More Princes". Harry is a carrier prince who all of England wants to marry and Louis is a dragon prince who protects him under vow. Of course, the one person the two of them aren't allowed to fall in love with is each other.

"flower fairies fic" - inspired by @jaerie's flower fairies series. Flower fairy Hydrangea (better known as Harry) has always been a little too curious about humans. When Louis moves into a secluded cabin for a writing retreat nearby, Harry can't help but watch him - until he gets caught. (I realise that this sounds like a voyeurism fic from that description, I can promise you that it is not lmaoooo)(Also, thank you to Jaerie for letting me use your flower genitalia thing! And to @sadaveniren for asking Jaerie because I was too scared to >_<)

Strawbharry and Blouberry - Harry is a strawberry fairy. Louis is a blueberry fairy. They live across the meadow from each other, but that doesn't stop them from becoming friends. (Inspired by @larry-hiatus' edit!!)

Historical fics:

"scandinavian arranged marriage fic" - probably the dumbest temp title I've created but oh well. Louis is from a warm, southern country called Alastarza (think Italy). Harry is from Farfinie, a cold, northern country (think a cold northern European country like idk Finland? is Finland cold? Brain is not working). They're arranged to be married, and so Louis must travel north for the wedding.

Witches and Wizards fics:

"winter solstice fic" - Genderqueer Witch Harry and Cowan Louis dealing with the grief that comes in wintertime, which, several years prior to this fic, was when Harry's Familiar, their cat Shadow, passed away. However, a new kitty comes along, and she's just as special as her ancestor... (part one of Witchrry and Company)

"Other" fics:

tinyism - Harry wishes desperately that he was shorter than he was.

23 fics... not including all my planned sequels that I haven't started yet. Can you tell that I have ADHD? :'D

Thank you again for joining me for TWG! I may do it again in the future... maybe with different prompts, too, if I think of any.

Have a great rest of your dayyyyyy! <3

#tabby's writing game #wip title exposure #wip title game #larry fanfiction #writing game #writing tag #snippet game #soooooo many fics help

[ye-xiu]

Hi i think i'm falling in love with HONGJOONG please help me. please. what are some of your favorite videos of him / all of ateez even? 🤲🏻 i am going crazy

kjuhzgtzhujik i am HAPPILY of help anon u have no idea how much this thrills me. tho there are many people who have been fans of ateez much longer, the hongjoong bias is still rare around here so i am happy about everyone joining ranks !!! hello hi !!! have fun !!!

so mandatory viewing of my ateez (hongjoong centric) experience:

deja vu mv (he serves so much raw cunt here it's insane. it changed me as a person like i was a mere casual listener but this one. sealed the deal over a year ago. i have yet to come up for air)

don't stop mv (second most insane moment in the hongjoong-fication of me. he's actually an actor it's crazy he didn't get a baeksang for best music video acting while trying to maintain 20 safety regulations. that category doesn't exist but it Should)

answer mv (this song was the only one to make me cry at my concert and i wasn't even a big fan yet .... song of ALL time tho !!! she is too good)

hongjoong's lemon tree cover (if you are in your mid-20s or older and european you will know this song. if you aren't, open your heart! he also wrote his own verse for it bc he's a bad bitch a virtuous icon)

ateez's wonderland on kingdom (i only watched one other video from kingdom but this is the most famous one anyway. took the house down as the kids would say. no survivors, i fear.)

ateez's it's live session: promise (first video i have ever seen of them perform and one of my fave ateez songs still. every session they did for this is great tho)

say my name comeback stage (kq's block b money was running out. ateez debuted with the most asinine space oddity meets metropol meets matrix group concept meant to span most of their career and releases. no one was tuning in. it was dire. they had one shot. and they delivered like the dorm was flooded and lights were all shut off the day prior. kq has to kiss their feet for this performance alone actually. ALSO. mullet hongjoong <3)

horizon comeback stage (sister release to answer. LIVES were once more on the line. this is to me their best song ever. the choreo is a feat of art and i do not say this lightly. spot some sweet and respective yeosang and yunho actions for the key parts of this song.)

hongjoong's log 1day (all of his vlogs or any ateez vlogs are easy background watching. i am not too deep into variety but whenever groups i like drop short vlogs, they're very fun ways to share non-music stuff in a way they feel comfortable with. also a man who is in such dire need of a dye job <3 he's just like me <3)

ateez wanted special 2022 (for their debut anniversary trip last year. the entire series is hilarious and shows a lot of their variety / on camera personas. hongjoong, seonghwa, and jongho were my faves here)

ateez's logbook #72 (their own behind the scenes series! i usually just watch these randomly when i have to kill time. the one during eternal sunshine promo has lots of hongjoong with mingi and jongho <3)

wanteez home appliance quiz (styled like a 90's/00 quiz show, they are fighting to win home appliances for their parents. the 98z' team chant is the meme sound of a t-rex. it's great)

wanteez friendship test (what it says on the tin!)

ateez @ sunmi's showterview (everyone was roasting mingi left centre and right but it is soooo fun overall. sunmi's showterview is hilarious)

that's it for now! i am terrible at watching mv's and big variety content, i am much more of a listener than a watcher jhgzhujik but with hongjoong i find any of his vlogs / covers / live stages are great content. ateez has also been on weekly idol and naver now usually livestreams hongjoong and yunho's season of idol radio, so these are fun to check out as well <3

#this ask made my whole damn month already hehe #happy watching anon and PLS come back to tell me of your journey !! #ask #anonymous

[wanderlust-in-my-soul]

Currently Watching - April

I am back 😊

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 27.04.2023

This may contain spoilers!

1. A Boss and A Babe (8/12 on Youtube)

I wasn't a big fan of ForceBook after watching Enchanté, but I really think it works in this drama. Cher is getting an internship at a gaming company. In his free time he runs an ASMR channel and the boss is a big fan of his voice (a thing I can't understand) and they start talking in the evenings so Gun, the boss, can finally manage to fall to sleep.

2. Bokura no Shokutaku aka Our Dining Table (4/10 on Gaga)

Hozumi Yutaka likes to cook and is good at it, but he can't eat infront of other people. Meeting Tane and his older brother Ueda Minoru his life seems to change and he may finally have found what his body and soul were longing for. A true comfort watch right now.

3. Happy Merry Ending (2/8 on Gaga)

As often with korean bls, this one is soooo short! Just 15 minutes per episode. But it was a good first epside. We meet SeungJun and JaeHyun and from the first moment we know that these two really find each other interesting. A wedding singer and a pianist. A wedding singer with social anxienty and trauma. I am invested!

4. My Story (2/10 on Youtube)

Every now and than I like to watch a pinoy-bl. The first episode was a mess and a bit boring, but I have a strong second-lead-syndrome! I love the secondary couple and they just slept together in one bed, but that was so cute! Looking forward to the next episodes!

5. Our Skyy 2 (2/16 on Youtube)

Can I be honest? The first story wasn't my thing. I enjoyed Never Let me Go, but this was not that good. Perhaps it was the time-travel-thing or some of the cringy dialogues...who knows. I am still looking forward to all the other episodes!

6. Step by Step (2/10 on Gaga)

Employee meets boss without knowing who he has met and crushes hard on him, just tells him what everyone thinks about the new boss and is just adorably clumsy infront of him. I like it a lot. I adore the friend group! I hope we get to see them support Pat a lot.

7. The Promise (7/10 on WeTV)

I like it. Are there cringy moments? Yes. Are there slapstick moments I can hardly deal with? Yes. Are there plotholes that bug me? Sure...but! I like it. I like Nan and Phu together and I love the slow burn and am I well entertained. I also enjoy little Party being the jealous king he is, who deeply care for Nan and if latter would choose him, i wouldn't be that angry!

8. Tin Tem Jai (8/10 on Gaga)

And we took 45 steps back and the show is kind of annoying like before...Park has no right to be this jealous...Just let Tin have a sweet first romance. You obviously can't give him what he needs or wants. Just let him date his senior...

9. Watashi to Otto to Otto no Kareshi aka Me, My Husband And My Husband's Boyfriend (4/10 on gaga)

Misaki is married to Yuuki. She nows something is off, because he doesn't really have interest in getting sexual with her. On the day before their wedding anniversary she sees him kissing a man infront of their home. It is her former student Shyuuhei, who also has a crush on her. Now they have to find a way to deal with everything. And I am on board!

10. Zenra Meshi aka Naked Dining - Love, Life and Liberation (2/12 on Gaga)

Everybody has their own way to release stress. Ichijo Futa eats naked. When he goes to his dead grandmother's house, he meets Miki Mahiro, who finds out about his eating preference. I don't know what will happen in those 12 episodes, but it is funny.

Finished in April

Series

1. Unintentional Love Story

I love this one and I will watch it again. The story is good, the acting is good too and I really liked the chemistry of the characters. It felt real and yes, I don't care about the dead-fish-kisses. Do I like them? Nope, but it doesn't smaller my joy of watching the show. I guess I just like series in general which deal with artsy stuff like pottery or books. It has quite a good vibe and a good portion of angst. Highly appreciated and recommended. A solid 9,5 out of 10 for me.

2. Bed Friend

This was a hard watch sometimes. Not just because Uea's life was really hard and full of trauma, but because he overcame his problems because he was loved by another person. Love can heal everything. That is something I don't believe and I can't tolerate in my media. Love can definitely help you, but not heal you. Uea needs help and not just the D. But this is fiction, I get it. 6 out of 10 for me.

3. Chains of Heart

This is one of the most visually stunning shows so far. Really beautiful shots and scenery. Therefor I love it. The plot was confusing in the beginning, but later on it got clearer. Mr. Lue/Din and Ken were my favorites. I loved their scenes together, especially episode 9. But the ending...I had really hoped for at least one talk between those two. Ken can be angry at him and tell him, what he needed to tell and Din could just explain himself and his actions. But no...just an open end where it is implied that they see each other again at the 7th of the 7th month...still not very happy with this ending, but I can make my peace with it...soon, I guess. Still 8 out of 10 for me.

4. The Eighth Sense

Perfection. I have nothing more to say. For me, this was one of the best I have seen so far. I have a soft spot for gay surfer dramas, so me liking this wasn't that surprising for me. But it was a really good series and I will rewatch it soon and often! 10 out of 10.

5. Destiny Seeker

This one gave me so many good, nostalgic feelings! It is such a college bl, but with a twist. And the twist is steaminess! Especially in the later episodes. Really good kisses. Besdes that I love a good enemies to lovers story and the lovers part was just so...cute! Just awww! A nice, short series, which didn't get the attention it deserves! It is a 9 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

The Summer Pasta Recipe

Hee Joon visits his ex-boyfriend Seon Woo. Together they prepare an italien pasta recipe and talk about the past and their relationship. Breakups can hurt and sometimes we need time to get over them and if we manage to look back and be okay with the past, perhaps we can hope for the other person not to forget us. In the end I feel kind of melancholic. 7 out of 10 for me.

2. S.A.M.

This is a UK production. GagaOOLala says this: "A tender exploration of love, sexuality and disability." And that is exactly what you can watch here. It is a quiet short film and shows us, that prejudices can't tell you shit about a person. 8,5 out of 10 for me.

Movie

Dropped/On Hold in April

Past Senger (7/12 on Gaga)

It just doesn't get any better. It's just boring and I don't like t that much. There are better things I can do with my time. Perhaps I'll binge it when all the episodes are out. We'll see. For now I don't want to deal with it anymore.

Looking Forward to in April (with MDL-Links)

Chul-soo (April 4th on Gaga)

Our Dining Table (April 6th on Gaga)

My Beautiful Man Eternal (April 7th / no international release date)

The Summer Pasta Recipe (April 11th on Gaga)

Naked Diner (April 14th on Gaga)

My Story (April 15th on Youtube)

A First Love Story (Finally back on Gaga on April 17th)

Step By Step (April 18th on Youtube and WeTV)

Our Skyy 2 (April 19th on Youtube)

Midnight Love (April 22nd on Youtube)

At The Moment (April 24th on Gaga)

Happy Merry Ending (April 27th)

La Pluie (April 29th on Youtube)

#currently watching #monthly overview #a boss and a babe #bed friend #chains of heart #past senger #the eighth sense #the promise #tin tem jai #unintentional love story #our dining table #naked diner #my story #a first love story #step by step #midnight love #la pluie #bl series #bl drama #josi watching bl #masterlist #happy merry ending #our skyy 2 #bokura no shokutaku #Watashi to Otto to Otto no Kareshi #me my husband and my husband's boyfriend #destiny seeker

[hoodie-prince-kid]

Huey (rant invitation)

When Port Prisma got the paint stars stolen from the fountain, Huey was what emerged from the fountain's emergency system. He introduced himself by saying "let's get burgers, your treat" before letting Mario drain his color in order to fight off a stray shy guy in the town. At the ends of the game, after everything theyve been thru, Huey thanks Mario just before the final battle, and then in the battle turns himself into a card to become a solid object again, which made it go full circle. As the guardian of the paint fountain in Port Prisma, he realized his job wasnt to get the paint stars, but to get rid of the black paint that Bowser inadvertantly created. He told the others he would be right behind them as they escaped the castle, which was a lie, and proceeded to squeeze the paint out of the *entire castle*.

He's never seen the ocean before, but he loves it.

He's never been to a circus but he was so excited to go.

He's bad in front of crowds. (He tried a tin can impression and no one liked it [i liked it], said it would kill back at the recycling plant which?? Are there other living inanimate objects like Huey??? Hello?????)

He "speaks Draggadon" but he hasnt used it since college and his Draggadon speak is just SIMPLE SENTENCES IN ALL CAPS. (He also told the Draggadon "WE LOVE YOU.")

He's been to college, apparently.

He loves paint and values friendship.

He called shenanigans when the giant coin in the Mondo Woods was only worth one coin upon being picked up.

He was excited to see the fossil at the excavation site and told Mario to go ahead, he'd catch up.

He started a "if anything happens i will protect you" speech just before a chain chomp rolled in out of nowhere and interrupted him (i guess that was foreshadowing, looking back).

He steams and whistles like a tea kettle when he's mad.

He finds Toads adorable but also mumbled to Mario "Why can't we ever meet anyone normal?" upon meeting the lighthouse Toad.

His 3D model uses more triangles than the entirety of Super Mario 64.

He can smell paint stars (the green ones smell "minty fresh", apparently).

He wanted to fight at the coliseum but realized Mario would be the one doing the fighting and sounded it a bit disappointed. (Now thst i think abt it, they could very much have called it "The Colorseum". Missed opportunity.)

He makes bad paint puns and tries to use one to add levity to the situation after the battle with Kamek.

Mario had to whack him with a hammer several times (only once did he get truly upset abt it, in which case he was freaking out abt i mini goomba stuck on his back and Mario really had no choice ["You BETTER not have dented my can, fur face" will live rent free in my memory forever.])

His handles come apart which is something ive never seen a bucket or paint can be able to do but clearly it was solely so they could give him an equivalent to hands because he can clap and "dance".

He absorbed Bowser's black paint at Sunglow Ridge and told Mario to close his eyes and "never speak of this again" (i guess thst was foreshadowing too huh).

His little mask thing changes colors based on his emotions.

He sank into quicksand once and i panicked and when I finally got to him the game said "Huey's not breathing!" but we whacked him with the hammer and he was fine, just full of sand and stating that it's a good thing paint cans dont need to breathe.

Clearly has a sense of fairness, called out the scam at Bloo Bay Beach and got mad when the "legendary mountain sage" turned out to be a cardboard cutout.

Saved Mario from falling in lava and shouted "I got you, bud!"

If you lose a boss battle without the right Thing card he'll pop up on the game over screen and tell you.

He's so encouraging and cheerful, lots of times he cheered Mario on when he was struggling, including in the boss battle.

Apologized for forcing Mario to come with him to recover the paint stars which no, he didn't, Peach told Mario to go and Mario always listens to Peach because he loves her. Plus Mario's a hero and he'll always do what's right for the greater good but now that i think about it probably does need a break.

Thinks the Toad Rescue Squad scarves are "choice".

Wants to buy Birdo's album.

Thats all i got rn and already i know it's a lot so here ya go jdbsndbdb-

[thefangirlthatwaited]

A Genshin Story - Autumn Morning

Zhongli x Original Female Character.

It was another day before I heard from Zhongli. I woke up early to a note from him saying dinner was tonight. My heart suddenly fell into my stomach.

I wasn't nervous about dinner. I was nervous about after dinner. I told Keqing of the dinner but not of what was planned for after. Since my last dinner date with Zhongli, I've been slowly purchasing nicer clothing so when the invitation came up this time I wasn't going crazy with what to wear. I fell in love with this dress when I found it in a second-hand store. Keqing said I should leave it but I couldn't. The dress was white with a red, orange and yellow lace pattern trying to imitate fall colours. She helped me with my hair and I kept looking at the time making sure I had time to make my tea. "Stop rushing me." she chides. "Sorry, I need-" I paused, embarrassed about what I was about to admit. "What do you need, Chyou?" I take a deep breath before answering. "I need to make a cup of tea." "Really. Tea? I could ask a servant." "No!" Keqing takes a step back at my tone. "Sorry." I stand walking over to my desk to pull out the tin Dr. Baizhu gave me. "It needs to be made a certain way."

Keqing comes over and takes the tin from me and studies it. "I've seen this at the pharmacy. Dr. Baizhu gives it out to women all the time-" That is when it clicks. "Oh," I avert my eyes as my cheeks burn. "There are things I did not need to know about you. That is one of them." my whole face was one fire as it fell into my hands. "I didn't want to tell you! I was going to sneak out and make the tea but I haven't had the time." "I should commend you for thinking ahead." She chuckles. "Go make your tea. I'll finish your hair once it's done." "Thank you Keqing." "Don't mention... ever.'" "Trust me, I won't." I take off to the kitchen and boil the tea to the exact specifications. When I return to my room, I return to my seat sipping my tea, wishing I could put something in it to make it sweeter. It was the worst-tasting tea I've ever had. I heard Keqing laugh behind me every time I made a face at the taste. "Alright, you are good to go," Keqing assures me as I take a look in the mirror.

She curled my hair and it looked beautiful. That is when I realized the orange-tinged ends. Keqing noticed too. "Geo?" "Maybe? I never heard of a vision changing hair colours." "Well, my hair was already purple when I got mine." "Hmm." "I should get going. Have fun tonight." I hear her snicker as she leaves the room. I finish my tea, grab my bag, put the tin in there for later and head to meet Zhongli. I slow my pace as the restaurant comes into view and I see him standing on the bridge looking over the harbour. I link my arm through his and he smiles pulling me closer. "Enjoying the view?" I ask. "I am now that you are here." I blush right before he captures my lips in a kiss. Once he pulls away he takes my hand and we head to the restaurant. "I forgot to mention. You look beautiful tonight." "Thanks. I found this dress and I thought it would look good on me." "I think you look marvellous. But I might be a little biased on that. I think you look good in anything." He pauses leaning close to whisper. "Then again, I imagine you look good without anything either.”

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[stopstaringatmeimshy]

28/8 day 1

Told mum about us. Strangely calm reaction as if she had known for so long, waiting for my final affirmation. She said when I grow up, I might develop a fond in men. Basically asked me not to be so sure about my sexuality because the only thing that is forever true is that we keep changing. If she's not the right person, one day we are going to fall out of love... And at that time I'm gonna consider the possibility of being with either genders. But for now I'm still gonna be with her.

Drunk in Yuen long, kept screaming her name when I reached home. Having a kink with slapping and biting her arm.

Someone forgot to bring her bra after diving

29/8 D2

Meeting up with horace. Went tin Shui Wai and tm for shopping clothes. The time when the legendary vest is born.

Nearly ran into lam sir. We literally kissed in front of him. Luckily he didn't look up.

30/8 D3

Went to play badminton. Then went to her place. We studied, watched Yt videos tgt. The air was filled with voice of the narrator and the sexual tension between us. I had been massaging but then my hands slipped down to her waist and everything goes west