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foxes-that-run · 6 months

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To be so lonely

TBSL is a drunk phone call with regret for how a relationship turned out. It has similarities to Say don’t go and Ready for it. Harry said (10:30) it was written in Bath. He said it was one of his favourites and a shame that people shout arrogant SOB at him. I love him so much:

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Arrogant son of a bitch

Arrogant SOB is a quote from this Notebook scene. It's a vulnerable, honest line from a hopeless romantic's favourite movie. Why would people scream it at him? Only played at 12 shows.

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Timeline

Harry wrote Fine Line in the first half 2018 and Cherry and Falling mid-year.

In October - January he was in Japan. The last Reputation show was in Tokyo in November. He wrote Little Freak & Ophelia then.

Taylor went back to the UK with Joe, In February she and Joe went to the Spaniards Inn (aka Harry's local) and she released Me!

To be so lonely is a drunk phone call when he is back in England around June 2019. (see also 2018-2020 and Fine line timelines

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Don't blame me for falling I was just a little boy Don’t blame the drunk caller Wasn't ready for it all

The first verse is clear that he's calling taylor:

‘Don't blame him for falling’ has a layered meaning, falling in love in the 1989 TV era (the irony now with vaults), falling off the friendship fine line (also in Daylight) and now falling into depression as in Falling.

He was just a little boy refers to his immaturity in the 1989 TV era, as detailed in Say don't go.

he responds to Taylor’s vengeful open to the Reputation tour and album: "Are you Ready for it.." with a soft gentle 'I wasn't ready at all'. This is layered, he wasn't ready to date an adult, for the fame, to be there for her insecurities in Slut and Say don’t go or to loose that love then or now.

[Pre-Chorus] You can't blame me, darling Not even a little bit, I was away And I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry

He's feeling sorry for himself, reflecting on having been emotionally numb when they dated (I was away). To Howard Stern he said every decision he’d made from 16 to 22 was as part of a group, going to therapy and working through his thoughts at that time.

the arrogant SOB line reminds us he is a gentle soul, he is sorry, he has done the work and can now see the effect he had on her. I love that line and wish people didn’t yell it.

he’s sorry, but as an arrogant sob that’s hard

[Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely

Harry asked his muse to not call him baby, because he’s not with them. They are trying to be friends despite chemistry, they crossed the fine line of friendship and he’s drunk calling lonely that his beloved is not with him.

In Taylor’s later track, illicit affairs she has a similar line “And you wanna scream / Don't call me "kid" / Don't call me "baby" / Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me / You showed me colors / You know I can't see with anyone else”

He closes that it’s hard for him to be so lonely, it seems his beloved is not lonely because they are not single

[Verse 2] I just hope you see me in a little better light Do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? ’Cause I miss the shape of your lips You’ll win, it's just a trick And this is it, so I’m sorry

He and this person have history, he wants to right. Little Freak “never saw his birthmark” is similar to me, Harry feels like Taylor did not get to see the real him, he was a little boy who wasn’t ready for it all. He regrets how things turned out and how she sees him.

He misses the shape of her lips, (red lips in style and two ghosts) in a leaked “I just wanna love you” he sang “'Cause I just wanna kiss you / And that's never gonna change / At least I'm honest with you, babe”

He’s jealous she’s with someone else, wishes they were together. He agrees it’s just a trick to get her attention, and he’s sorry.

[Bridge] And I'm just an arrogant son of a bitch Who can't admit when he's sorry [Chorus] Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it Don't call me "baby" again, it's hard for me to go home Be so lonely To be so lonely x5

:( he’s sad for how it ended, misses her

sees she wants to be friends but he can’t cope if she calls him baby because he wants her. Taylor has a similar sentiment “ Now that we don’t talk “Truth is, I can't pretend it's / Platonic, it's just ended, so”

She’s in a relationship and he wants to be with her.

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simpforrooster · 2 years

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what a catch

a/n: this is the prologue of my original story. I wanted to share it here, just in case anyone was interested! it is a sports romance, with friends-to-lovers, and features angst. it is a wip.

t/w: only cursing in this part.

summary: Rhett Baker doesn't love anything more than baseball. Well, except for maybe Eloise Eldridge. Though, he would never admit it to his friends, or himself. Elle has been his best friend since she made a wise crack about his high school batting average in a freshman Biology course. Before he could make a move, Parker Cooper, his enemy on the field, swooped in and stole her right from under him. It's Junior Year and the Draft is looming in the back of his mind, and nothing will make him loose his focus. As much as he tries to keep Elle at arms' length, the draw to her now that she is single is almost too much to ignore. Can Rhett secure his number one draft selection, and the girl? Or will he throw his feelings away for his first love, Baseball?

Prologue

Spring 2020

Rhett

That didn’t actually happen, did it?

You’re being traded, Rhett.

I replay my agent's words over and over in my head, pulling out my cell phone to dial the one person I know would be up at this hour.

“Rhett?” My best friend of twenty-three years asks picks up the phone.

“You aren’t going to believe what just happened.”

“Try me.”

“I’m being traded.”

Noah falls silent.

Being traded has been my biggest fear since being called up for the Mets. My dream team, and it just happened. It actually fucking happened.

I’ve been playing ball with the Mets for four years. They traded three draft picks to get me back in 2014, and took my contract and just gave it to some other team.

“Fuck, man. I’m sorry. Did they tell you where you’re going?”

“Take a wild guess,” I say.

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, the fucking Braves.”

The sheets rustle as someone turns over, and a small voice comes over the phone. “Noah, who is it?”

Despite what I am going through, I have to smile. Noah and Blair started dating after Elle and I broke up. Elle introduced them.

I’m glad at least one of us is still happy.

“It’s Rhett, go back to sleep, babe,” Noah tells her away from the phone. “You know she lives there,” Noah's voice is clearer. I run a hand through my hair.

“Yes, I know she lives there. She and that asshole never got back together, right?”

The night I was drafted, I ripped the love of my life’s heart out her chest and stomped on it.

Literally.

I wish I was being dramatic.

Elle's friendship with Noah, and the guys, stayed intact despite what I put her through. Noah didn’t enter the draft, so they spent their senior year together. I know they’ve been looking out for her.

I’m the only one she doesn’t speak to anymore, and I definitely don’t blame her.

I royally fucked up.

“They didn’t. Doesn’t mean he damn sure didn’t try, though. She really let him have it one night and he hasn’t contacted her since. I think he’s dating a supermodel now.”

Elle’s ex-boyfriend and my rival, I promise I’m not always this dramatic, plays for my new team. We competed against each other in almost everything my freshman year. If he bench pressed 100 pounds, I was doing 120. I tried so hard to take that starting shortstop position from him, but I couldn’t.

His most proud “win” was Elle.

“Does she ever ask about me?” my precious ego forces this question out of my mouth.

Noah sighs. “Honestly? She asks about you all the time, man. She’s never gotten over you,” he pauses, “And I know you haven’t either.”

He’s right about that, and I don’t think I ever will.

“Why don’t you call her?” he suggests.

I look at my watch. It’s a little after eleven our time. The Elle I used to know would be in bed asleep by now, cuddled in her sheets sandwiched between a thousand pillows. She’ll probably have the Office playing in the background.

She never fell asleep without the tv on.

Unless she was wrapped in my arms, of course.

“She has a hard time sleeping now, she’s going to be awake,” Noah says, sleep entering his voice, like he can read my mind. At this point in our friendship, he probably can.

Elle’s never had sleeping problems before.

When I hang up with Noah, I step out onto my balcony. The New York skyline glistens as I try to get the nerve to call the girl I was still obsessed with. The girl who enters my dreams every night. The girl I wish sat with the other wives and girlfriends during my games, wearing my jersey. The girl I wish I could turn back time and never put her through what I did.

I bet you’re really wondering how I fucked up. Trust me, we’ll get there.

Taking a deep breath, I dial the only number I know by heart. The phone rings several times before she picks up. Each ring twists a tighter knot into my stomach.

“Hello?” the most angelic drawl I’ve ever heard in my life comes through on the other side of the phone and there’s no stopping the smile that appears on my face. The smile I reserve only for her.

She actually answered. I punch the air, thankful no one is in the apartment to witness the giddiness I am feeling.

“Hey, Eldridge.”

“Rhett?” If I was a betting man, and trust me, I’m not . . . anymore. I’d say her eyes just grew three inches in size.

“It’s me.”

She takes a deep breath. “Is everything okay? Why are you calling this late?” she pauses. “After four years,” she adds, venom dripping from her words.

Elle was the only reason any of us survived college. She always made sure we ate, cooking us almost every meal. When one of us got too overwhelmed with, well hell, just life, she would lend an ear. She never missed our baseball games, always wearing one of our numbers on her back.

“Well, in theory everything is okay, but I feel like my world is crashing down on me,” I say.

“What’s up?” her voice is netral.

“I got traded.”

Elle doesn’t speak for a few beats. “Oh, Rhett, I am so sorry.”

“Yeah,” I say, lamley.

“Who gets the infamous Rhett Baker?” she asks me.

“Infamous? Ouch, Eloise, that hurts.” Her beautiful laugh hits my ears and it feels like we’re back in college.

“Actually, I’ll be in your neck of the woods in a week or so.”

“Let me know if you need a place to crash for a while. I have an extra room,” she tells me and I can hardly believe my ears.

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” I ask. Elle and I haven’t spoken in four years and she’s inviting me to come live with her.

“It would be nice to have you around,” she says.

“Well, I’ll give you a holler when I get there, yeah?”

“I’m glad you still have your accent.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

“Elle, you would have loved New York.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can grab them.

She sighs. “Rhett, please. Not tonight.” She’s probably pinching her nose between her fingers. Something she does when she’s stressed out.

I had every intention of asking Elle to move to New York with me. She could have finished her degree at NYU. I would have proposed on top of the Rockefeller Center, or something insane like that. She would have absolutely thrived in New York City.

Instead, she chose to flee our small town after graduation and pursue her Masters in Atlanta.

Noah assures me it was the only school that accepted her, but I know that’s not true. She’s too smart. She was trying to put as much distance between us as she could.

“Noah says you have trouble sleeping?”

Elle sighs again. “Yeah, it happened recently. I’ll be fine. Maybe having someone else here with me will help.”

“If I’m living with you, there won’t be much sleep happening.” Again, the words tumble out of my mouth before I can catch them. I brace myself for the lecture, but the only thing I hear is that laugh.

“Despite everything, I miss you, Baker.”

“Sweetie, I haven’t stopped thinking about you for the past four years,” I tell her.

“I was hoping that was the case,” she tells me before letting out a huge yawn.

“Sleepy?” I ask.

“I am, give me a ‘holler’ when I need to collect you from the airport,” she says. We say our goodbyes and I walk back into my apartment feeling a little better about the trade.

The next night, my phone rings while I’m in the middle of packing. I grab my phone from the counter and Elle’s name shines across the top. Glancing at the clock, I hit the answer button. Holding the phone under my chin, I continue throwing things into boxes.

“You know, I’ve been trying to get the courage to call you for the past year now,” she says.

“Well, hello to you, too.”

“But I deleted your number in college. You know, after the breakup,” she continues. “I was too proud to ask Noah for it.”

I stop and survey the room, only half listening to what she’s telling me. Boxes are piled everywhere and there is no rhyme or reason to the way I am packing anything. Which is absolutely unlike me. My usually neat and minimal apartment is a pigsty and it’s making me anxious. I slip out onto my balcony and let the skyline relax me.

“Rhett, did you hear me? I deleted your phone number.” She is trying to get a rise out of me.

I sigh. “I did. I’m sorry, E. All this packing is making me anxious, and making the trade way more real. My phone’s been blowing up all day.” “How can I help?” her sweet voice asks. I hear her pulling her blankets up, and I know she’s getting comfortable. I wish more than anything I was with her.

I smile even though she can’t see. “Just take my mind off of it.”

“Okay, well, when are you coming into town?”

We spend the next two hours catching up on the past four years. It leaves my heart longing for her even more than it did when I first moved to New York. It took me a while to get to a better place. A place where I didn’t have a future with Elle. That was hard.

Elle was my entire world when we finally got together Junior year. Parker left her too broken for her to pursue anything with me. I was patient and waited. She needed a friend, and that’s what I was.

Elle tells me all about her job at UGA, and even though she loves it, she desperately wants to go back to Roseville. She misses the town but mostly our friends. Noah and Blair still live in the house and both teach at the high school. Mason and Walker are assistant coaches for Roseville’s baseball team, and Phillip lives in Nashville working with the Tennessee Titans. Word on the street, though, is that Nashville is acquiring a MLB club, and Phillip has his eye on moving over into that territory. Elle and I are the only ones who left our smalltown, both looking for something to make us whole again.

Elle makes me promise not to make fun of her apartment which means it is an absolute mess that I will have to “work my magic” on. She tells me she’s cleaned out a room for me. Her office that never got used.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally empty, and the only clean spot in the apartment.”

A week later, I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest as I step off the plane in Atlanta. The humidity hits me like a brick wall. It was snowing when I left the city this morning, now I was sweating.

I didn’t sleep much last night. I kept imagining all the different ways this reunion will go. Should I hug her? Kiss her? No, I definitely can’t do that.

When I round the corner to baggage claim, her blonde hair is unmistakable. Her hair bounces in soft curls that fall past her shoulders and her features have matured. She’s wearing leggings and a huge shirt, just like she did in college.

She’s somehow even more beautiful.

She stands up from her chair, putting her phone back into her bag. Her eyes meet mine and she gives me her signature 400 megawatt smile. I grab my bag from the conveyer belt and walk towards her. Elle closes the gap between us quickly.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers. She makes the first move, pulling me in for a hug. My body instantly relaxes at the familiarity of having her in my arms, and every memory I have of her in college hits me like a ton of bricks. After what I put her through, I’m a little surprised that she’s hugging me at all.

Elle pulls back and puts her hands on either side of my neck, forcing me to look at her. “Wow. It’s actually you.”

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survivor-marieta-islands · 9 months

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Cast Reveal #1 - Antigua - Old School

EMAN | SHE/THEY | 47 | MARYLAND, USA | SCIENTIST

First Survivor Season: Stings Rokkenjima (December 2021)

Intro: Right now I'm really into duck metaphors, so you know how everything looks really calm on the surface but their feet are madly paddling under the water? That's me. Also, I'm super dumb; I just play smart on TV. I have a story or metaphor for every occasion, but usually they require way too much explanation, see also the duck.

Three Words to Describe You: stubborn, snarky, sweet

Hobbies and Passions: Old Bay, the city of Baltimore, my dogs, and cooking

What You're Most Proud Of: Honestly? My own resilience.

Why You'll Win: Because I have a dazzling smile and a winning personality, and also I'll bribe and/or blackmail every juror.

First Survivor Season: Stings Tierra del Fuego (July 2020)

Intro: hi 👋 i'm amy and i'm an archaeologist. my most recent hyperfixation has just ended, so this game couldn't have started at a better time. things i like rn: spontaneous concert road trips, making friendship bracelets, trying to remember where i put things, hot chicken, gardening my tomato forest. let's have fun 💜

3 Words to Describe You: forgetful, kind, carrots

Hobbies and Passions: things i'm passionate about: i like dirt and trash so much i made it my job. i live in center of the venn diagram of pop punk, broadway, and disney. i like france but not the smell of paris. i think we would all benefit from more whimsy in our lives.

What You're Most Proud Of: well it's definitely not my fear of answering such deep questions casually

Why You'll Win: no ☺️

COLIN | HE/THEY/ANY | 23 | KANSAS CITY, MO | ADMIN ASSISTANT

First Survivor Season: Athena Emathia (February 2017)

Intro: hey babes. I'm colin, i'm 23, and i'm really excited to meet everyone and play this game!! i'm a huge fuckin nerd, so talk to me about nerd shit. i'm known for being messy and chaotic but I'm fun to be around at least (:

3 Words to Describe You: chaotic, queer, cute

Hobbies and Passions: Video games, board games, sci fi, dancing, gossip

What You're Most Proud Of: i make a mean homemade alfredo sauce i'm pretty proud of

Why You'll Win: I hope everyone is just nice to me and lets me win please

ELLIE | SHE/THEY/HE | 18 | GEORGIA | COLLEGE STUDENT

First Survivor Season: Stings Rotuma (May 2019)

Intro: Hi y’all!! My name is Ellie, I’m 18 and a freshman in college (idk if I will ever get used to saying that). I major in theatre education and this game literally starts the day of auditions for a production of into the woods so let’s hope that went well! I am here and out of retirement and I’m super excited to meet everyone!

3 Words to Describe You: Loud, caring, and funny

Hobbies and Passions: Theatre! I generally do about 4 shows a year, theatre means everything to me! I also did speech and debate in high school which I now judge, and I’m majoring in theatre education :)

What You're Most Proud Of: Probably the friends I’ve made and just my personal growth :) also the fact that irl anytime the song tik tok by Ke$ha plays people think of me and text me that “my song” is playing

Why You'll Win: I don’t! No jkjk I would say that my ability to go with the flow will bid me very well in this game

JG | HE/HIM | PITTSBURGH, PA | FREELANCE JOURNALIST

First Survivor Season: Deception Romania (April 2015)

Intro: Heyo. It's been a minute. Working a boring 9-5, making content in free time. I haven't played in years so I'm ready for the best belly flop.

3 Words to Describe You: Charismatic, Empathetic, and Passionate

Hobbies and Passions: Film, Traveling, Board Games and Star Wars

What You're Most Proud Of: Discovering what I love to do and working towards making that what I do on a daily basis to make a living.

Why You'll Win: It's been a while a since I've played and I have lots of experience not so much winning but in general. I am getting good vibes with this season already.

#cast #cast reveal

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tarlos-spain · 1 year

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Chapter 08

Carlos woke up a few hours later. The pain in a good part of his body was still intense, but TK was right, he did not remember having nightmares and the fear of waking up and being kidnapped was nothing more than a dream, also disappeared.

At once he understood that moving was still forbidden, any gesture hurt. He simply turned to the figure of TK, who was staring at the window without blinking. He looked tired, the dark circles were already well marked under his eyes and he had an almost imperceptible trembling of hands, resting on his legs.

"Babe, did you get any sleep?" Carlos asked.

"No, I guess I've done my job well in taking away your nightmares because I've kept them myself."

"Oh, babe, no. Come here." Even opening his arms for Carlos was an extremely awkward thing to do.

"What are you doing?" TK jumped up from his recliner to walk over to the bed and force Carlos to stay where he was and accommodate him. "You mustn't move and you can't move."

"TK; my love, I just wanted you to come give me a hug and get comfortable with me."

"I might hurt you. No, I'd better stay there." TK replied, staying to the side, on the edge the bed.

Carlos didn't say it out loud, but he had noticed that TK was especially pale and as he spoke the trembling in his hands increased until he was forced to clench his hands even if it hurt.

"Babe."

"You need to sleep." He cut him off, literally TK, as if he already knew what he was going to say. "I'm going to get your nurse to bring you something soft to eat."

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Yes, before, last night, I'm not sure, but now when you sleep I'll go abuse something else, although I'm not really hungry and I don't want to leave you alone too long either because your mother..." Again without saying anything, Carlos grabbed his hand, pulled it and kissed it. Still, he was trembling. "Your mother has gone home to get some rest and your father is with the investigation of what happened to you." Carlos kissed his hand again, for it seemed to him the only one to help him calm down. Even though it didn't seem very possible. "I can't leave you alone."

"I'm never alone Ty. I'm in a hospital, always surrounded by doctors and nurses."

"It's not the same, they don't know you and they don't take care of you like I do."

"And who's supposed to take care of you?" The question caught TK by surprise, he opened those wide and clenched his jaw hard, to the point of probably hurting himself. "You're the one who almost died not I. Can you listen to me and get some sleep?"

He sounded especially blunt and rarely had Carlos heard him talk like that, except when he was under terrible moments of personal stress. I wanted to ask him what was going through his head, what was making his breathing quicken and suddenly seem to stop.

However he didn't ask.

#Tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #Tarlos_Spain #Hurt Carlos #Hurt TK #nightmares #protective Carlos #protective TK #hospital #baby #family

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kekoma · 4 years

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— ushijima as your boyfriend.

think about his man daily. hope you enjoy.

toshi just 🧍🏻“you should come to shiratorizawa.”

that’s it. that’s the headcanon.

him dating? impossible.

just joking~

starting a relationship with ushijima was odd at first.

poor boy was confused about his feelings for you and felt conflicted about it.

let’s keep in mind that his only focus is volleyball so when you began to cloud his mind, it became a bit worrisome.

you’re his friend first of all— although overtime, your ability to handle his blunt way, personality and can stand his best friend tendou became something he admired about you.

and you two spent more time together than him and tendou anyways so of course miracle boy here started to crush on you.

the way he confessed wasn’t anything cute or super romantic but A+ for being big bold.

“y/n. i like you more than a friend. do you accept my confession?”

“umm let me get back to you in 3 business days.”

“that’s quite some time to process my confession but okay.”

“toshi- i’m joking! yes i accept your confession cutie.”

vv clueless boyfriend.

didn’t quite understand the whole concept of what to do so he turned towards magazines, the internet and of course tendou.

eventually you figure this out and told him that there’s no true guide to being the perfect lover/boyfriend nor having a perfect relationship. just let things flow naturally.

overtime he listened to your advice and started to loosen up around you.

that stoic expression starts to turn into smiles— occasionally a blush appears across his cheeks due to your actions or words.

his blunt ways are lesser than before so he won’t automatically just call you out without a second thought.

toshi cares for you so he thinks about his words before saying anything since he doesn’t want to hurt you and your feelings or lose you in general.

after a few years together, he becomes a big softie just for you <3

fun fact: deadass didn’t give you any nicknames for the longest time— just ‘y/n...’ like SIR. ADD SOME SPICE.

but he came through and now calls you; beautiful, honey, angel and my world although the last one is what your name is in his phone~

ushijima + pda = let’s talk about it.

in public it’s the basic hand holding and generally standing near/next to you which he actually likes.

however just know holding hands to him is major since this type of affection makes him feel loved due to the fact that most people are usually scared/imitated by him— making him feel just a tad bit lonely and unwanted.

overall nothing too extreme.

although when it comes to cold weather szn; toshi is wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his body to keep you warm. you can’t even escape his hold since he has no plan of letting go until he gets you to where you need to be.

now in private~ can see him being down to cuddle and sometimes he’s even the small spoon, enjoying the feeling of your hands buried in his hair while listening to your heartbeat as if it’s one of the best bops of the century.

also likes when you sit on his lap too.

ushiwaka normally rests his head on top of yours when watching tv, on your phone/his or when he’s reading the magazine you picked up (but you better let him read those ads; you skip it and he’s flipping the page back to finish while saying ‘you can wait angel.’)

kisses. kisses. KISSES.

can literally be anywhere and everywhere but the lips— strikes butterflies inside of him instantly.

he won’t admit it to you but just know, your kisses hold power over him.

farmer ushijima has entered the chat.

definitely teaches you the arts of harvesting and growing crops.

it’s something he’s extremely passionate about it and this is another form of him bonding with you when it’s not volleyball related.

extra points to you if you know some things about farming or the tools. makes him happier than before.

going on dates with toshi may not be often since volleyball is still on the mind.

however your dates with him consist of hiking, picnic dates in the park, walks on the beach and if it’s night— makes it even better. be prepared to camp out there too just to watch the stars. lastly, long car rides together.

you take most of the pictures when you’re together and trust— one of those pictures could be his lockscreen since you look bomb af but this man would rather use hos own pictures of you he took that you deem unflattering as his lockscreen.

“i look kinda weird babe... why don’t you use that one photo we took at the pumpkin patch together.”

“i think you look very beautiful to me here so no... thank you but no.”

honest boy hours all day everyday.

could never lie to you EVER.

so whenever he tells you that you’re gorgeous, he really means it.

literally views you as a goddess/angel that he was lucky enough to settle down with.

“i love you honey.”

“i love you too silly.”

“no— i really love you. just you and i always will.”

cute fun fact: if you created a playlist for him— he loves to listen to them on his way to practice ♡

overall the relationship becomes really comfortable, you can’t ever get bored with him since he doesn’t shift schedule whenever he can to spend time with you.

now let’s say it together: ushijima wakatoshi = good boyfriend.

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haikyu-boys-am-i-right · 3 years

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The opening ceremony

Characters: Oikawa, Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Kageyama

Warnings: none

Requested: no

Summary: drabbles of the characters FaceTimeing Yn during the opening ceremony.

Note: so ever since I watched the opening ceremony of the Tokyo 2020 Olympics I have wanted to incorporate yn and the characters. (In Oikawa’s I added the part with the Argentina team jumping up and down like they did at the ceremony because I could not help but think of Oikawa when I saw it on tv.)

This is my first Drabble fic so I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,424

Reblogs, Likes, and comments are appreciated but please don’t repost my works.

Disclaimer: I do not own haikyuu or any of the characters.

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Oikawa

Yn’s FaceTime rings at around 8pm just as she finishes up her dinner. She grins as she looks at the screen to see that it is Tooru who is calling her. She taps on the bottom to answer it and she hears loud voices echoing through by her phone. “Hello, Tooru can you hear me”? Yeah I can hear you loud and clear darling yn-chan”, Oikawa says. “What’s up I know that Argentina hasn’t walked out yet” yn asks. Oikawa grins. “Well that’s what I wanted to tell you, you see we are about to go into the arena and so I wanted to call you and let you join the team and I as we are about to be on global television”. Yn jumps when suddenly she hears loud music blast through her phone. “What the heck was that”?! “Guess that’s our cue” Oikawa says with a wink. “keep watching the screen my darling yn-chan this will definitely be a night neither of us will forget”!

She looks closely at the phone and she gasps to see that tooru has pulled his mask a little more tightly around his face and he is now waving at her with all of the Argentina team all jumping around him. He suddenly turns the phone around and she gasps as she sees in live time the lighting of the flame. “I Wish you were here in the crowd”, Oikawa yells so he can be heard over the other athletes. “I wish I could be there too but I’ll be watching every game and you count on that tooru”! Tooru grins and winks as he blows a kiss at the phone and he grins even wider as yn pretends to catch the kiss and she holds her finger up to her lips. “I Love you with all of my heart my dear and darling yn-chan”! Yn giggles as her cheeks heat up ``I Love you with all of my heart too Ru”!

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Hinata

when yn answers Hinata’s face time she is greeted with many people that are all standing around him. “hi Hinata-san”, Atsumu says loudly. “Hi yn”, Bokuto says with a wide grin on his face. “Hey yn” Kageyama says as he nods and waves at her. Yn smiles and she waves back at her phone as her husband’s teammates say hi to her over FaceTime. “I can’t wait to show you the arena honey this place is amazing and it is so much bigger than I imagined it would be”, Hinata says grinning widely as he jumps up and down.

Yn starts laughing. “Shoyo, you’re shaking the camera so much that I can’t see anything around you”. Hinata stops jumping. “Sorry about that”, he says as his cheeks tint a bright red. “But I’m so excited”! “I know and I am so proud of you”, she says as she giggles. Hinata sniffles. “Thank you for being my number one fan Yn”. Yn winks at him. “Hey I’ll support you all the way, now go show the world what you’re made of”! I Weill I romaine, hey get ready to see the torch lighting first hand”, Hinata says as he turns his phone around. Yn gasps as the giant flame bursts forth and lights up the arena, feelings proudness in her heart of the fact that Hinata will get to compete in the highest level of volleyball imaginable.

Atsumu

Yn hears Atsumu sigh as he brings his phone close so that yn can hear him. “I wish you could be here in person princess, the sight is incredible”, Atsumu says as he facetimes her during the athlete walk of nations.

Yn nods. “I know I wish I could be there as well but hey just so you know I will still be cheering just as loud at the television when you and the guys are on”. “You’re so sweet princess”, he says and she can tell that he is grinning underneath the mask he has to wear.

“I’ll do My best to bring home a gold medal,'' he says giving her a thumbs up. Yn grins. “Aww babe you are already my golden star especially with that hair of yours”, she says with a wink. She giggles as she sees a blush form on the top of his cheeks that is visible above the mask. “Whatever”, he says with a chuckle as he shakes his head.

Suddenly Atsumu gasps. “What is it Tsumu”?, yn asks. “It’s time”, Atsumu whispers as he turns his phone to show her the lighting of the torch. “It’s gorgeous”, she says. “Yeah it is,'' Atsumu says before turning the phone back towards him. “But not as pretty as you”. Now it’s atsumu’s turn to laugh as Yn blushes.

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Bokuto

“Hey, hey, hey are you seeing this babe, this view of the arena is incredible”, Bokuto yells as he turns the phone in every direction trying to show yn all of the sights that lay around him. “Koutarou you are making me dizzy”, yn says as she laughs loudly. “Sorry babe I just wish you could be here so you could experience this with me”, Bokuto says, turning the phone so he can see his wife again.

Yn sighs as she pouts. “I know oh kou I wish I could be there with you as well”. She places a hand over her heart. “But you must remember that I will be with you there in spirit”. “Of course you’re my good luck charm after” Bokuto says grinning widely as he places a hand over his heart as well”.

Yn blushes and Bokuto laughs. “You’re just as easy to tease as the day we started dating,'' he says. “Hey” she says with a laugh. Bokuto turns the phone. “Look” he whispers as his eyes light up in astonishment amd wonder. “It’s the flame”!

Yn gasps alongside Bokuto as they watch the runner finally light the flame to signal the start of the games. “I love you yn”, Bokuto whispers. “I love you too kou”, she says softly back to him. “I’ll make you proud be sure of that”, he says. “Kou, you make me proud every day”, yn says and she hears his breath hitch in embarrassment and she smiles as she watches the rest of the ceremony alongside her sweetheart of a soulmate.

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Kageyama

Yn smiled as she answered kageyama’s face time message. “Hi tobio”, she says waving at him. “Hey yn”, he says giving her a warm smile. “Hey is that yn on the phone”?, she hears Hinata yell. “Yeah it is so not so loud I can’t hear her over your yelling,'' Kageyama says. “I want to say hi to her though” Hinata yells. “Fine but just for a minute”.

“Hey what’s up yn”? Hinata asks looking at the phone Kageyama has in his hands while giving her a peace sign. “Nothing much I’m just so stoked that all of you get to compete on the global level”. “I know right” Hinata says with a grin. “Hey is that yn”, she hears Bokuto and Atsumu ask. “Hey I’m trying to talk to my wife” Kageyama yells. “We just want to say hi” they say. “Fine” Kageyama mutters as he hands the phone over to Bokuto while Atsumu peeps his head into view.

“Hi guys”, yn says waving at them. “Hey, hey, hey yn you better be cheering for us” Bokuto yells. “You got that right,'' Atsumu says. “Hey she’s going to be cheering for me,'' Kageyama says. Yn giggles. “Don’t worry I will be cheering for all of you”. Kageyama takes back his phone. “I’m really glad that you can technically be here with me yn” he says. Yn’s eyes soften. “I wish I could be there in person tobio”. “Will you really be rooting for us” he asks. “Of course” yn says with a grin. “I mean I also have to root for Argentina, I mean tooru is my cousin after all”. “But you will cheer louder for me right”?, he asks, smirking at the phone. “Of course”, she says with a grin.

“Woah look at this” Kageyama says as he turns the phone around. Yn and Kageyama gasp as they watch the flame light up the arena. “It’s really happening,'' Kageyama whispers. “Good luck out there tobio”, yn says. Kageyama nods. “I’ll do my best yn”. “Tobio”? “Yeah”? “I love “you. She sees tobio turn the phone to face him once more and she can see that he is smiling under his mask. “I love you too”.

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You wrote on twitter that you were too young to be published and did fool things you later regretted. I'm curious about those regrets - is there anything you'd be willing to elaborate on?

I do want to clarify I meant I personally was probably too young, and I wasn't a babe in arms when I was published--I was 24, which is an adult! S.E. Hinton was 18 when her first book was published and she arguably invented young adult fiction. Jennifer Lynn Barnes was a teenager when her first book was published and she's always been a genius rock star. Some people are married and having kids and doing great at their jobs at 24, but some people are in college, or learning the ropes of their jobs and full-time work life in general and messing up because it still feels unfamiliar. Most of us, me included, will be making messes until we die, though we can hope for better messes.

My regrets aren't super secret--I would've conducted myself differently online and offline. One thing I've said before: I wouldn't link up my real name and my fanfic identity the way I did back when. That means having your juvenilia out there and judged, and yourself judged in a very particular way! It is hard to sit in the doctor's office and ask him for written proof you have cancer, because the internet will accuse you of faking it. (Yes that did happen. That poor man's face was like, 'Girl, why do you not live your life right.') As I've said, I have an assistant-with-antis who filters my social media and email so I don't have to come upon hostile stuff, and I do wonder if there are ways to inspire less hostility.

But to be clear regarding that example, I think fandom is awesome in many ways, and it's valuable to say you wrote fanfiction, just don't get too specific. One of my most cherished facts about a (fancy, brilliant, very bestselling) writer friend is that she wrote Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction once. Many of my writer friends used to or still do write it! (Fanfic in general... I'm not outing a bunch of writers as avid Sonic fans...) And being open about my identity did mean I had some beautiful supportive readers from the jump, who were sweet to me and made friends with each other (Marmalade fish shoutout). I love that people connect over fiction, and that they connected over mine. My advice to others is to do it like Oscar winner Chloe Zhao, and be like 'yes I write it, yes the call is coming from inside the building, yes creative engaged people engage creatively in many ways, no you'll never know my online name!' And that's mostly how it's done these days--there are masses of fanfiction writers in TV, in movies, working as editors and agents in publishing, and who are writers, because people who are passionate about creativity are passionate about creativity in many ways. A decade ago and nobody was sure how it was going to go: I do think it went well generally, if uneasily for test balloons like me.

Overall, as regards regrets, if you're alive, you're making mistakes, and if you're growing, you're learning from them. Often the more you care, the more mistakes you make. There are some things only life experience can teach you, and I've seen people who came into writing with experience from being, for instance, lawyers which they were able to use in many ways, and there were times I wished I'd acquired experience or lost naivety in a job that wasn't my dream job. Sometimes I really didn't know what was going on, and later I was like 'Ohhh! Oh Lord.' I would say a few things I wish I'd known: How to draw boundaries like circles of salt that others couldn't cross. The personal and the professional are going to blur, but it's still important to try and differentiate them. How to pick your battles: recognise the unwinnable, find the most likely strategy for victory with the winnable ones. Know that people won't like you just because you're making life more convenient for them, so don't do it for that reason. OMG abide by contracts and make sure the contracts cover every eventuality. Learn the art of standing your ground calmly. (One day, I'll get it.)

But getting published at any age is complicated: I have one friend who was sure she was going to die after she got her publishing contract because it was her dream accomplished, and what was left? I have more life experience in my 30s, but I also had most of those years totally slain by cancer: my writing went off a cliff long before I was diagnosed, and then I couldn't write, and since then I've been scrambling. If I'd been published first at 30 I might have handled myself in style, but there definitely wouldn't have been two trilogies before the long pause. One very lovely, very talented lady who was first published in the same year I was died shortly after. You don't know what's coming: Margaret Mitchell was hit by a speeding drunk driver and we'll never know if rumours she planned to write a sequel to Gone with the Wind are true. The people whose first books were out in 2020 had a tough time, and I would've freaked out if I'd been in their position and am glad I didn't have a non-tie-in novel out--it was very strange to have two tie-ins out that year as it was! People were reading books in 2020, but it was harder for new books to get on their radar.

I didn't write the tweet to alarm anyone, or say there was a magical time it was best to be published at. Lots of amazing writers aren't published, are published feeling they're too young, are published feeling they're too old. I think my tweet was really to say, there's no precise right time, and no way to execute your dreams exactly right. I do look back on stuff and think, oh lord, me at 30 might have handled THAT better. I hope that I'll look back at me now from 50 and go, I'd crush the stuff that crushed her!

Are there things I would change, sure. But I probably would make different mistakes if it had all happened differently for me. Humans constantly torment ourselves imagining the magic way we could've got everything right, a task exactly nobody has accomplished. I've never lived a perfect life or written a perfect book, and I don't know anyone else who has. I'm really glad I was published, and really proud of all my books. If you've never done something you've regretted, how much have you done? Keep going.

#stumbling through publication #writing #fanfiction

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Just 14 Days ❤

Who: Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Established Relationship AU

Warnings: One curse word

WC: 1.7K

A/N: Hey guys so it’s my first time writing fan fiction and I am really nervous. I really loved doing it, so I hope you guys enjoy it! Please share with others 🥰

Since February 25 you have spent fourteen days in a hotel in Seoul due to quarantine protocols. On your flight to Korea all you could think about was the chance to finally see Mark in person once again. The last time you were able to really hang out with him was at the rodeo where they performed Kick It. Since then, your relationship consisted of daily photos being sent via text and weekly FaceTime calls where you guys would consistently remind each other how much you would wish to see each other once again. Dating Mark Lee, member of NCT had been already hard on its own since the time difference and the amount of long hours he put into his career. You never complained of the fact that he loved what he was doing and the amazing amount of effort he put to keep in touch. But now with the pandemic around you guys felt a bigger heart ache as you weren’t able to see each other as much as you had wanted.

So today, March 11,2021 it was finally time to see your boyfriend. On any other day you would sleep in and wake up at 9am but today was not the case. Your alarm was set for 6am and for the first time you had woken up by the first ring. Adrenaline rushing through your body you quickly began to pack your clothes that you had worn for the past two weeks. All that was running through your mind was the fact that today was the day that you were able to see Mark’s smile in person. As you were packing you let out a small chuckle at the thought that he didn’t know you were coming to Korea. That’s right, all of this was behind his back and everyone else from 127 knew. Johnny really helped you with all the planning, of course with the approval of the managers, but without him none of this would have been possible.

After an hour of packing your clothes, the sun began to rise and you decided to order breakfast in your hotel room. While eating your meal, the sudden realization of seeing Mark after a full year hit you. Immediately, you felt your palms get sweaty and your heart beats faster. You were well aware that Mark loved you and that you loved him. Knowing him since childhood had always helped you guys in your relationship as you had years of trust. But in this moment all you could think about was the doubt in your head. What if when he sees you, he would change his mind about you? Has it been so long that he doesn’t feel the same? Ignoring these negative thoughts you finished your meal and finally had received the phone call you had been waiting for.

“Y/N are you ready to go. I am outside in a black van.” Said the manager of NCT

As a smile began to form on your face you responded “Yup! I have all my stuff packed up and ready to go. I will head down and see you in a minute.”

As soon as you hang up you grab your sweater and your luggage and open your hotel door. Feeling a sense of freedom after being in a small room for so long, you step up your pace as you feel a sense of excitement. Now at the lobby, you see the black van through the glass window. As soon as you enter the van you finally greet the driver, but notice someone in a black hoodie and mask next to him.

“BOO!” The man turns around and you jump as you didn’t not expect any loud noise in the morning. As soon as you make eye contact with the guy your eyes widen.

“JOHNNY!” you shout in the car while smiling wide.

“ Hey, what’s up. Bet you didn’t expect this one right. I wanted to come pick you up so you wouldn’t be alone and I know this is only your second time here and it’s been a while. Also, I know for a fact once Mark sees you he won’t give us the chance to talk” He says while laughing a little bit.

“ Honestly, that was a really big surprise that I didn’t expect. It makes me so happy to see you after so long. Also, don’t worry, I’ll make sure to catch up with all of you guys once I get to catch up with Mark.”

The thirty minute ride consisted of you and Johnny talking about their Japanese album, NCT 2020, life in the states, and of course your excitement to see Mark. Talking to Johnny gave you a sense of relief as most of the nerves went away and it seemed that nothing had really changed much. Before you even knew it you were in front of the 127 dorms.

“ Well, we’re here.” Johnny says while hopping out the car, heading to the trunk to help you with your luggage. “ So the boys all know you’re here except for Mark, but he should definitely be awake by now because it’s nine.”

Going into the elevator with Johnny you see the numbers rise to the tenth floor. As soon as the door opens you feel butterflies in your stomach and a sense of anxiousness. You wanted to see Mark so bad, but at the same time you were scared about his reaction. Johnny unlocked the door to the apartment and all you could see was the layout of the living room. The table and the TV, the same place where it once stood. While processing the layout you hear footsteps coming from the hall. Jaehyun and Yuta make eye contact with you and their mouths drop slightly.

“No way I can’t believe you made it! This is so exciting it's been so freaking long. Also, if I’m being honest, I completely forgot today was the day” Jaehyun begins to chuckle.

Yuta approaches you with a big hug, followed by a hug from Jaehyun. As soon as the guys begin talking the noise in the apartment begins to rise. Before you know it a certain someone begins to walk towards the living room.

“Yo guys, what’s with the loud commotion? It's kinda early for that, don’t you think-” Mark pauses his sentence as he finally sees you. You turned to look as you had heard his voice but was too focused on your talk with Yuta and Jaehyun. Turning your neck towards him, your eyes water as you felt so many emotions all at once. You see Mark's eyes begin to water as well, so you decide to take a step closer to your love. He then turns his back to you and you take a pause in your steps.

“Stop, I don’t want the first thing for you to see is me crying after a whole year.”

As soon as you hear his voice soften your tears begin to form more clearly and you finally decide to speak up. “Babe, come on, you know that I don’t care about that. I just wanna be with you and make sure you are happy.” You say while finally moving up close enough to him to wrap your arms around his waist and put your head comfortably on his back. All of a sudden you feel trembling of his body and his voice crack a little. Mark doesn’t cry often, but you wanted to cherish this moment because you felt all his love. He turns around and looks at you. “I missed you so fucking much” he whispers into your ear before snuggling his head into your neck. You hug him even tighter and whisper back sweet things. It has been so long that both of you felt an overwhelmed feeling. Mark lifts his weight from your body and moves closer to your lips. As soon as your lips touch, you feel a sense of relief as you had waited for this day to finally see your best friend and boyfriend. The kiss lasts much longer than expected until Johnny clears his throat. “ So are you just gonna kiss until the day is over or let us all catch up with her Mark.” Johnny says sarcastically as the other members begin to laugh.

Your lips detach from each other, but it is obvious that you are both blushing. You turn around to face the boys and give them a small smile while Mark wraps his arm around you. Feeling his warm is so comforting and then you hear your love begin to speak. “Wait, so did you all know that Y/N was coming?!” His voice finally is back to his usual tone and the boys all nodded simultaneously. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me, dude, what that heck!” You begin to laugh and so do the others and once Mark heard your laugh his heart began to race. He loved everything about you and to finally be connected in person once again would something he could never take for granted again.

“I am so glad I am finally with you again. Of course I loved our FaceTime calls, but seeing your beautiful face in person is way better” You whisper into Mark’s ear as his ears begin to turn bright red.

The 127 guys all headed back to their dorm rooms and you followed Mark with your luggage into his room. Things had changed since the last time you stayed but it wasn’t a shock since he had given you a room tour in FaceTime in past months.

“Baby, thank you for taking the time to be here with me like I really mean it. You are my person and honestly I couldn’t thank you enough. There were some days where I really felt like I didn’t have enough strength to get things done, but the thought of you being proud made me get through it.”

“Aww babe stop because literally I am going to cry. I feel like the luckiest person to spend time with you and be a part of your life. Never forget that I will do anything to make you happy even if it means being stuck in a hotel for 2 weeks.

Mark’s eyes widen “ Crap I forgot that you had to do that too! Baby I am so sorry.”

“Don’t be, anything for you.” You say as you place your hand on his cheek and bring his face closer to give him a small peck on the lips.

#mark lee x reader #mark lee #NCT #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct x reader #nct fluff #fluff #established relationship #jaehyun #yuta #johnny #taeyong

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lovenhlboys · 3 years

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From a Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)

Chapter 1

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A/n: hello peoples!! I’m so excited to FINALLY post the first chapter of this fic!!! I’ve been working on it for a long time, and after a few unpleasant delays, it’s finally happening 😁. While this isn’t my first fic, this is my first NHL fic, and the first fic I’m posting on Tumblr, so I’m a little nervous. This first chapter is mostly the set up to the main story, this is reader’s side of things with a flashback story. Chapter two will be mostly from Elias’s point of view. The rest of the chapters will switch back and fourth between the two.

CREDIT: Finally, before we get started I have to shout out my proofreaders. Y’all put up with me and my insanity: @siriushxney @iateyourdonuts @petey-patty @hufflepuff-girlx @cherrylita @immmbabyyygraceee @💕💕And specifically @imagines-r-s ASH!!! Babes, you have been the best and most supportive friend I could’ve asked for during this. You boosted my confidence about this fic and I have no idea what I’d do without you 😁😁

Without further ado, let’s get started shall we!! (Sorry for the long A/N, it’ll only be for this first chapter)

Paring: Elias Pettersson X Fem!Reader

Warnings: lots of cursing, friends with benefits but like...just cuddling???, references to iCarly, mentions of One Tree Hill.

Genere: enemies-ish —>friends —> lovers

Legend: (i suggest having these ready before you read)

Y/C/N/N= your cute nick name, only Markstrom calls you it (you’ll see why) this can be either a pet name you like, or a nick name you already have.

Y/N/N= your nick name, Brock, Quinn, and a few others call you this, it’s more of a playful name. Again, this can be a nickname you already have (if you don’t have one I suggest something stupid (sounds like something Stech or Brock would come up with)

Y/N= this is your first name, only Elias calls you this unless it’s a serious situation, or you’re in trouble, or Brock is being an ass. (If it wasn’t clear before...your last name is Boeser)

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: you have a hardcore crush on your brothers best friend, who also happens to barely speak to you...it’s a slight predicament.

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(This is set in the 2021 season, however, because of my denial, Marky and Stech are still in Vancouver and were never traded... also no Covid. however the season was still delayed just to make it easier to follow.)

Present (Feb. 2021)

You’ve always been best friends with your older brother, you never had any real issues when you were younger and you were inseparable. So much so in fact, that once you graduated early a little less than two years ago (June 2019), he asked you to move to Vancouver and live with him. He was always so protective of you and you appreciated everything he has done in your life. One of the best parts about Brock being your older brother was the people he introduced to you. You aren’t very social and god knows how much of a people person your brother is. Once you had moved in, Brock quickly introduced you to the team. And with your double major in Statistics: Data Sciences and Sports Management, you were able to secure a job with the team. Quickly, you found yourself with a second family, one with many members.

Quinn Hughes is your best friend. when you met him about a year and a half ago, you hit it off immediately. With both of you being the same age and not very social, there was an obvious connection there. When Brock and The boys go out, it is you and Quinn who stay in and watch shows on the couch (your favorite being New Girl). Huggy Bear is so sweet and you tell him EVERYTHING, even things you’d never tell your brother. You are still thanking the draft lottery every day that the Canucks received the 7th overall pick that gave you your bestie.

Thatcher Demko AKA Dems AKA Thatch AKA baby goalie is the sweetest and most hilarious guy you know. He is always looking after you just like Brock, but he is also one of the most annoying guys you know. When you’d first met you had the biggest crush on him. You told Quinn as much and he gave you so much shit for it. That crush was short-lived though, once you found out how obnoxious he could be. You still love him, just as a friend. Though Quinn never forgets to remind you of the crush that once was.

Bo Horvat is like another big brother to you. Sure you have Brock, but he’s your best friend. Bo, however, is the person you go to when you needed advice. Holly is one of the only WAGs you’ve become close with. She and you consistently have wine and gossip nights, of which Quinn is sometimes in attendance. Plus, you and Quinn are an amazing babysitting team for Gunnar if you have anything to say about it.

Troy Stecher is the annoying older brother you never had. He always makes fun of you, calls you names, and bullies you in the loving way brothers do. And he never hesitates to come to you if he ever needs girl advice, which seems to happen a lot.

JT was just like Bo, except he is waaay more protective of you, maybe even a bit more than brock. He doesn’t have a sister and when you met, he made it his job to never see you get hurt. Seriously, one day a guy was bugging you at the bar, and both Brock and Bo were struggling to hold him back when he saw him slap you on the ass as you walked away.

Jacob Markstrom, AKA Marky, AKA Giraffe (pronounced like it is in one of your favorite vines), AKA your cuddle buddy for the past few seasons. Both being single, you felt lonely sometimes and Quinn wasn’t much of a hugger (despite what the nickname might have you believe). Thatcher had offered but Marky, though just as social, is much more laid back. It also helps that he is 6’6 putting him over a foot taller than you. So during movie nights, or late nights at the bar, he is the side you lean on. Of course, you made it abundantly clear to most of the boys and yourselves that you were just friends. As sweet as he was and as great of a boyfriend as he would’ve been, he wasn’t quite your type and your personalities clashed.

Then there was Elias Pettersson, the tall, skinny, Swedish guy you knew as Petey. The guy who looked at you often and barely spoke a word directed towards you. He was Brock's best friend and he came over all the time, you didn’t have an issue with him, and you couldn’t deny he was funny, and from what you’ve heard he is a very kind person. So naturally, he was exactly your type. You’ve had a massive crush on him for a while now, somehow despite the lack of conversation. And the few times he has talked to you, he’s seemed so perfect, but there are only a few times you can remember.

Right now, as you're on your way to the Canuck’s break room your brother texted you to meet him in, you try to recall those few times, specifically the one where your crush on him truly developed.

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FLASHBACK (some time in January, 2020)

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You, Quinn, and Jacob were laying on the L-shaped couch in ‘The Boeser apartment’, you were cuddled under the blanket with Jacob, laying on the section perpendicular to the TV, your heads at the corner. Quinn was on the other side of the couch, his head right next to yours. it was about 7 o’clock and the episode of One Tree Hill you were watching had just ended and you three had not eaten dinner yet. As the countdown for the next episode started, your stomach growled and you got a look from Quinn and a giggle from Jacob.

“You hungry Y/C/N/N?” Jacob asked.

You looked up at him and giggled, “maybe just a little bit.”

“Y/N/N, you know what sounds amazing?” Quinn asked, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to each other and you both smirked knowing you were thinking the same thing.

“Spaghetti tacos!!” You both said.

Ever since you were about 10 and you watched iCarly on TV, you had always wanted to try them. It had become an inside joke between you and Quinn for quite some time as he had the same desire as you to see how good they actually were.

“We should totally try them tonight!!” Quinn was quite excited.

“I’m so confused right now,” Jacob chimed in.

“They’re from a show! They take spaghetti and put it in taco shells,” you explained.

“Ahh, hence the name.” he nodded.

“Exactly,” Quinn said.

You jumped up from the couch excitedly and ran straight to your kitchen.

“Ok, we have spaghetti, spaghetti sauce, ground beef, taco shells, aaaand..... by chance do either of you know how to make good meatballs?”

“You’re asking the Swedish guy if he knows how to make meatballs?” Jacob replied.

“Not Swedish meatballs, Italian, stupid Giraffe,” you retorted.

“Gross,” he said with a disgusted look.

“Ooo my mom made the best Italian meatballs, let me call her to see if she can send me the recipe!” Quinn said with a big smile.

Quinn exited the kitchen and ran to your room to call his mom.

“You know, I’ve never seen him so excited about anything,” Marky said with a laugh.

“Quinn loves his food,” you replied.

“Are Brock and Thatch having dinner with us ?”

“I’ll ask.”

You started boiling the water for the pasta, and you cooked part of the ground beef for the meat sauce. Then you texted Brock:

Y/N/N: hey, you want me to make you dinner

Brock: Yeah, who all is there?

Y/N/N: the usual

Brock: Huggy and Marky?

Y/N/N: yep, so do you want some?

Brock: Yeah, and make enough for another person too

Y/N/N: ok

You figured it was Dems since that’s who he went to hang out with when he left 5 hours ago.

You continued to cook when Quinn came in and grabbed a bunch of stuff from the pantry and cabinets. “Did your mom tell you how to make them?” you questioned your frantic best friend.

“Yes she did and she sent me the recipe too.”

“Coolio,” you reply.

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You were almost done cooking, the pasta was done, Quinn had put his meatballs in the oven and there were only 5 minutes left on the timer. And the sauce had about 2 minutes to simmer.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot what to do when they're almost done, she does this thing, I have to call her,” Quinn said with a panicked look on his face. He ran back to your room.

The front door to your apartment opened quickly, both boys laughing, “ahh, shit, my brother’s calling me,” Brock said as he ran back to his room.

“Why does everyone feel the need to exit the room for phone calls?” you asked Jacob.

He shrugged with a giggle, “I don't know, maybe they don’t trust us,” he said in a sarcastically dramatic tone grasping his chest.

The door closed slowly and you glanced at the doorway where you thought you’d see the ever adorable goalie, Thatcher Demko, instead, you saw the adorable, slender, tall blonde you’d seen all the time, but never had a one on one interaction with... except the first time you met, when he told you that you looked pretty.

“Hi, Petey!” Jacob said as he slipped behind you to watch you mix the sauce, he stood over you looking at the sauce and put his hand on your waist.

“Hi,” he replied, his smile from before had faded.

“Looks so good Y/C/N/N,” Jacob said with a kiss on your cheek, a regular action.

“Thanks, Giraffe, can you grab the taco shells?”

He grabbed them easily from the top shelf (tall ass bitch -_-), and moved behind you, placing his hands on your waist yet again, to move you to the side. “I've gotta run to the bathroom, but I’ll be right back”

“Ok, you have fun with that,” you said with a wink.

Suddenly, was only you and Elias in the room, and the silence was deafening.

“So what are we eating?” he said, pulling your attention to his bright blue eyes.

“Um, spaghetti tacos, they're from a tv sho-”

“Like from iCarly?” he interrupted.

“...Uh yeah? How'd you know?” you couldnt pull your attention away from his eyes, ‘they are just so beautiful,’ you thought somehow you hadnt noticed this within the on and a half years you’d known him.

“We also get Nickelodeon, you know,” he said while throwing you a smirk that made your stomach flip.

“Oh, I didn't know that,” you replied, feeling just a little embarrassed.

“iCarly was my favorite, actually.”

“Yeah, it was mine too,” you said, smiling back, looking at the way he just lit up your kitchen with his presence.

You both stood there for a second just looking at the other, “So how long have-,” he started.

“OKAY,” Quinn unknowingly interrupted, “so she told me what to do, turns out I have to put sauce over them for the last 2 minutes, so Y/N/N can you just put a tablespoon of sauce on each ball then put them back in for two minutes?”

“Yeah of course. Elias, you were saying?” you looked back at the Swede.

“Oh it's nothing,” he looked down at his shoes.

“Ok, Y/N/N you need to call mom and tell her we’re fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us please, Paul says she’s stressing,” Brock said as he entered the room.

“When is she not stressing about us? I’ll call her after dinner, how's dad?”

“Doin’ good, nothing has changed or progressed or whatever since we were home last,” Brock moved and sat on the couch letting out a big sigh.

“That’s good,” you let out a sigh.

“Petey, come here, we’re watching Gossip Girl” Brock shouted at the Swede.

“Ooo what episode are you guys on?” you asked. Brock had mentioned how he was making him watch the show you two had watched about 5 times together.

“Just after Chuck gets Dan kidnapped at Yale.”

“Oh so you still hate Chuck?” you asked Elias.

“Ew, yeah...wait is that gonna change?” Petey said with a scoff.

“Uh....,” you stalled.

“Y/N shut up, don't spoil it,” Brock interrupted before you could make it worse.

“Ok well, dinner is ready so just start the show after and we can all watch it together.”

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“Oh my god, these are actually amazing,” Quinn said with his mouth full.

“I know, I did not think this was gonna taste good,” Jacob added.

“Hey!” you said, offended.

“Y/C/N/N, you know I love your cooking, it was the idea of the meal that I doubted,” Jacob said leaning into your side and putting his arm around your shoulder.

“Mmmhmm, suuure,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Hallå Marky, ni två är söta (hey Marky, you two are cute),” Petey said, confusing you, Quinn and Brock with the sudden change in language.

Jacob, being oblivious to what Petey was implying, just said, “tack broder (thanks, bro).”

Little did you know what was going on in Elias’s head.

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PRESENT

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Before that night, you never really thought of Elias in a romantic way. You'd been around him quite a lot, seeing as how, seemingly, is in your apartment more than his own. Sure, you knew he was cute and very sweet from what you'd seen, but up until that point, you'd never had a one-on-one interaction with him. That interaction, however small, was the beginning of an obsessive crush. Quinn was the first to point it out, you started listening closely any time he talked, attempting to converse with him, and thinking about him on a daily basis even when you didn't see him. And due to your stubbornness, no matter how unrequited your crush seemed, it never faltered. You had always thought he hated you, or maybe he just tolerated you because you were Brock’s sister, and you were always around.

However, that couldn't be farther from the truth.

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1kook · 4 years

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a netflix & chill drabble this follows directly after disney+ and bust !

summary; Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same. warnings; none unless u count yn bullying him as one miscellaneous; yn is regina george thats it word count; 1.3k

notes; u guys may be like “u feed us so well!” wrong i obsessively post bc I'm never satisfied with my work, like in d&b i really disliked the lack of resolution so here i am writing one the day after god bless lmk what u think xxxx

Because Jungkook is Jungkook and cannot go three minutes without profusely professing his feelings to you, the apology gets old real quick.

“I’m sorry, y’know,” he says in the middle of dinner, idly picking at his plate. It’s Chinese tonight, sprawled across the kitchen counter that overlooks your living room. The Bee Movie is playing on TV, a movie you hadn’t seen in years yet still managed to put a smile on your face. But you know what wasn’t putting a smile on your face? Jungkook ruining this movie experience with his fourth apology of the night.

You nod through a mouthful of rice, eyes zeroed in on the screen. “Uh huh,” you hum, foot idly bumping against the leg of your chair every few seconds. “That’s great, honey.”

He sighs. “I’m being serious,” he stresses. “I think, maybe you should like…” a long pause you use to shovel more food into your mouth while the bees on screen go to human court. It was a wild ride. Were they on crack when they pitched this idea? You would have been. “Punch me in the face or something,” he offers after a moment.

You quirk a brow in his direction, finally abandoning the film on screen in favor of turning to face him. “You want me to use you as a punching bag to help you get over your hurt feelings that you developed from being an asshole to me.” Jungkook nods. You shrug. “Okay.”

“Wait, really?” he says, face paling as you roll your shoulder around. “You’re gonna hit me? Like for real?” You raise your brows, as if that’s obviously what you’re going to do.

“Well, you asked for it,” you respond, giving your wrist one final flick before rearing it back. His eyes flutter shut tightly, pouty lips pursed together in a thin line. Your fist comes barreling, ripping through the air in an insane, Fortune 500-like speed, and then—

“No,” Jungkook groans, touching the spot where you lightly flicked his forehead. His bangs saved him from most of the impact, but even without it, it was barely more than a teasing poke of your finger against his skin. “You need to like, beat me up.”

You snort, turning your attention back to the screen. “You know, you’re beginning to sound a lot like me these days, Jungkookie,” you point out, fork scraping across the plate. Jungkook sighs, dropping his head onto the countertop in defeat. “Very childish.”

He lightly bangs his head across the faux marble, a strained whimper filling the air and ruining The Bee Movie. “Which is why you need to hit me or something, I don’t know. Make me pay for how horrible I was to you the other day.”

“I’m not gonna hit you,” you say, “because that would mean the next time you get mad at me, you’d hit me.”

“I would never!” he exclaims, eyes wide and round. Gone was the perfectly put together Jungkook, in was this sloppy mess of emotions. “Besides,” he says softly, cheeks a warm rosy color as he goes back to picking at his food, “you’d never wrong me like I did you.”

You hum, toying with the fork in your mouth. “Really,” you murmur, dropping the fork back on the table. You place your chin in your palm, lazily watching the movie now that you’ve missed a pivotal scene because Jungkook wanted you to beat him up. “I used your toothbrush the other day,” you mention.

Silence.

“You what?” he squawks indignantly. You glance at him from your peripherals. There’s an obvious expression of disgust on his features, eyes flickering from side to side as he digests this information. “Babe—that’s, that’s actually really…” He can’t even finish his sentence, mouth opening and closing as he finally seems to process the fact your mouth germs were on his beloved toothbrush.

“Yup,” you add. “Hope you don’t mind,” you babble on, “well, I mean, you really shouldn’t.” You glance at him, the mean streak in you crooning loudly in your ear the more and more uncomfortable he grows. “Considering you’re always spitting in my mouth.”

As wild as you and Jungkook liked to get in bed, what happened in bed mostly stayed in bed. It sounds gross to say it aloud, but he really has just been casually spitting in your mouth for the past few months. He was a dirty boy, and that fact makes him squirm.

“No, that’s different,” he frowns, obviously distraught by the valid point you bring to the table. “My toothbrush is my toothbrush.”

“I know,” you agree, nudging his foot teasingly. “Should I tell you about all the other mean stuff I do to your things that I never say sorry for?” He turns those frantic eyes on you.

“You’re lying,” he says, though there’s a question embedded within. You tilt your head to the side, as if to say, am I?.

When he doesn’t say anything more, you jump into a full novel recapture of every mean thing you’ve done and why. “And one time I was so pissed off that you finished my strawberry shampoo that I went to your house and drained the water from that stupid cactus’s pot. You know, the one Namjoon gave you?” Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes. “Why do you think it died so fast? I killed it.”

Before he can reprimand you for purposefully orchestrating the murder of his favorite senpai’s potted cactus, you’re intercepting him with yet another tale. “And another time, I was so sick of you polishing your awards all day that I went in and sprinkled a layer of adhesive pixie dust on them from the craft store, and I know it still bothers you to this day.”

“Jeez,” he sighs after a good ten parables. “It sounds like I piss you off a lot more than I think I do.”

You pat his shoulder gently, scraping the remnants of his meal into the trash can. “Yeah, but the difference is,” you say, finding your place beside him again. You don’t climb into your chair, just hover beside him until he’s begrudgingly wrapping his arms around your waist. There’s a cute pout on him, face squished against your boobs. “I routinely let out all my raging hatred against you instead of bottling it up.”

“Yeah,” he agrees sadly. “I guess so.”

Before you can let him off believing this much is fine, you intervene once more. “And also I never purposefully pick out everything you’re insecure about.”

“I didn’t know,” he cries, all traces of that suave gentlemen you love so much gone. But it’s okay, because in his place was this vulnerable puppy looking at you with the eyes of every rescue pop in those dramatic commercials on tv. Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same.

“Well, now you do,” you reprimand, giving his nose a playful pinch that almost makes him sneeze. “And I think it’s only fair I get a turn.”

He pushes away from his hiding spot in your boobs with a frown. “So you won’t physically attack me, but you will verbally attack me.”

“Yes,” you respond without missing a beat. “Because you’re easy to bully and it’s probably because of the fact you didn’t have many friends in high school, which essentially made you the class loner, thus an easy target. Explains why Namjoon had to set you up on a date with someone as amazing and outgoing as me, otherwise you would have died forever alone because of your inability to talk to women and the fact you have an awfully picky personality that can be overwhelming at times. So thank me once in a while, yeah?” you smile.

Jungkook blinks. “I think I might cry,” he admits.

You cup his cheeks in your hands, puckering his lips obnoxiously for you to smooch. “Baby, you’re dating a retired Regina George. Y’gotta tighten up a bit,” you tease, relish in the tiny smile he tries to hide after your kisses.

“So is this going to be like a thing now?” he asks as you tug him over to the couch, where The Bee Movie is still playing loud and clear. He plops down and you follow, snuggling into his side. “Because I don’t think I can ever do that again. Hurting your feelings hurts my feelings.”

You snort, taking in his smell and his warmth beside you. Jungkook sinks into the cushions, pulling you close into his chest until the soft beats of his heart echo in your ears. “No— unless you want it to be?”

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #bangtanhq #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #this is mostly just a very needed resolution for me lol #mine

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lovesgonnabe · 3 years

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Love Is Worth It Episode V - We Got The Pandemic Blues Under a New York City Skyline

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: straight fluff, cursing, implied smut.

Word Count: 3485

Summary: What happens in NYC stays in NYC!

AN: The NYC Skyline prompt is by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho thank you so much for letting me use your theme I hope I did it justice. If you haven't read any of her stuff what are you doing get on it!

Disclaimer: There’s only slight edits so there may be errors. Also if you haven’t noticed this series will have many time jumps and things referenced here may make more sense later on in the series when new episodes come out so please bear with me.

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June 13th, 2020

Being with Chris had its many perks but not working was definitely one Maya never wanted to take advantage of.

When Chris first brought it up when they got engaged she looked at him like he had two heads and said “I worked to hard put myself through school to get these expensive ass letters behind my name to just stay my ass at home” and that was the last time they had that conversation.

But fast forward to 2020 If you told Maya that she would have to close both of her dermatology offices in the middle of award season a few months ago she would have laughed at you.

She just couldn’t see herself not working because she loved what she does, but with both New York and Boston putting in place stay at home orders there’s nothing she could do.

It didn't help that it was only Maya in Boston dealing with work and all that entails, Delilah's up in the air school situation, and a whole hoax of things while Chris was in L A being as supportive of a husband and father as he could be on the other side of the country.

At least Dodger was being pretty normal.

Thanks to Chris's family for being so helpful where they could because for a minute Maya felt like she was beginning to drown.

This saga starts with the beginning of the pandemic.

January was chill there were whispers that there was a deadly pandemic on the horizon but no one took it seriously.

February Chris had left at the beginning of the month to LA to promote his new show Defending Jacob and it wasn't like anything out of the ordinary the couple worked, and called each other daily.

Chris told her he'd have to be there through March but would be home in time for Maya's birthday in April.

Her lawsuit against Boston PD was settled out of court for an undisclosed amount that was donated to charity and trust me that lawsuit cost them a pretty penny because Chris was threatening to go to the press and Boston PD did not need anymore negative press.

After finding out that the older officer already had many reports against him for abuse of power he was "let go" by Boston PD and the other officer was demoted to desk duty and sent Maya an apology letter for his actions

She thinks he only did it because her husband is Chris Evans but she tries not to be a cynic.

In mid March with her offices were forced to close and the lives of her twenty employees were in her hands, but sin there was no money coming in she had to regrettably furlough all of them until she could open back up.

This news could come at a worse time because Lilah's school was trying to transition them to online learning for the rest of the year.

So Maya now had to also be her home school teacher for the last 2 months before summer vacation .

Maya does feel blessed because she was still able to teach some derm online classes through NYU, and her family was healthy but Chris still wasn't home.

Because of travel restrictions in LA on April 1st Maya found out that the earliest Chris could be home was in possibly July or Mid June if they are lucky because he need to start filming for Grey Man that was set in Boston.

Then rumors started to swirl that Chris could be cheating on Maya but

She doesn't play that and isn't a dummy

Chris isn't stupid and

He's been in their home in LA quarenting with his brother Scott the whole time so if some foul shit did happen she would be the first one to know and on the first jet smoking to beat some ass.

But hey when it rains it pours.

In interviews Chris would say he was "quartining with his family at home in Boston."

They would try to make the spaces look just like Chris and Maya's homebase in Boston even going as far as strategically moving photos of them in the background to make it look like his office at home.

And it actually work most people thought Chris was in Boston anyways and it was all gossip the others thought he went back home to clean up this mess.

But nope Chris was not in Boston he was 2,764 miles away and this time it all just felt different and he hated not being able to be there with them during this crazy uncertain time and Maya just needed a vacation.

In April Maya and Delilah just had dinner at the house for her birthday they facetimed Chris and once Liliah had gone to bed Chris and Maya had sexytime over the phone.

The rest of the month Maya just went with the flow and did the same through June.

Now we are all caught up and in the present day.

It's Chris's 39th birthday but he was still in LA.

Maya stayed up to call him at midnight in LA because that was their tradition but now it was about 12pm and Chris has not picked up any of her phone calls Maya was annoyed.

Maya and Delilah sat in the Den as Maya was detangling Delilah's freshly washed hair getting ready to put her curly hair into braids as Mulan played on the tv in front of them.

"Mommy can I call dad it's his birthday and I haven't got to talk to him today. Lilah says playing with Maya's phone.

"Go ahead sweetheart maybe you'll have better luck them me." said Maya as she sectioned Lilah's hair.

As the facetime ringtone went Dodger who was laying in his dog bed next to Lilah began to bark and then he ran for the front door Maya looked that way but didn't see anything since the alarm didn't go off either which she found strange.

She shrugged it off only for a second until she heard a bag hit the ground as she quickly stood up the only thought in her head was to protect Delilah helping her to hide under the couch.

As the person entered their den Dodger continued to bark and she grabbed a pair hair scissors about to attack the intruder until she saw his face and exhaled the breath she didn't even know she was holding.

"CHRIS you scared the shit out of me" she said before he could say anything.

He laughed "Baby I didn't mean to scare you" Chris said

Lilah screamed and crawled from under the couch.

"daddy, daddy, daddy I missed you and Happy Birthday." Lilah said running into Chris's arm.

"I missed you to babycakes you been taking care of mommy for me" Chris said holding Lilah and walking towards a still shocked Maya.

He kissed Maya's forehead trying to pull her into a hug but she rolled her eyes and pushed his hand away.

"Chris i thought you weren't coming home till July" Maya asked

Chris shrugged "plans change now are you gonna come and give daddy a kiss you what"

He said flopping on the couch with Lilah on his lap.

Mays sucked her teeth peeked his lips and told Lilah to come so she could finish her hair.

Her saltiness cause Chris to laugh as Lilah moved over to her mom.

They were sitting on the same couch so Chris bent over and began to whisper in her ear. "Stop acting like that baby I wanted to surprise you"

Maya gave minimal response and Chris didn't like that so then he brought heat.

When he walked Maya had on a beige short set the top was fairly tin and the shorts barely covered her ass, he could see her nipples stand at attention on her delicious breast when walked.

It's been 3 months since he's had sex with his wife and boy can he feel it. He gave her tigh a firm squeeze now pecking her spot behind her ear forcing Maya to stop mid greasing Lilah's scalp to take a deep breath.

"if you stop acting up tonight I'll do that thing with my tongue that you like if not daddy won't be letting you cum at all tonight.

Chris said moving his body back to his original position smirking at his shooken up wife whose attitude did a 180 quick, fast and in a hurry.

Chris was no home and with his girls and he couldn’t be any happier.

After braiding Delilah's hair Maya went and they dropped her off at Chris’s moms which was a fight in itself because she wanted to stay with her daddy but Maya had other plans.

The original plan was to take Chris out of the country for his birthday but plans change.

Before Chris showed up today Maya had nothing planned for Chris's birthday because he was not suppose to be home they were just going to the same thing they did for her birthday.

On there way back home my had an idea with there hands intertwined Maya began to speak.

“So birthday boy what do you want to do for your birthday” Maya asked

“You know I don’t care as long as I’m with you my love” Chris said kissing her hand.

Maya giggled “Well we’ve dropped Dede at your moms and Scott said he could take Dodger”

She states looking at the puppy through the rear view mirror as Chris began to rub is thumb over her knuckles.

“It seems you already have a plan for us babe” he smirks

“I know you are just getting home but how about we drop Dodger off and I was thinking maybe drive to New York, I need to get out of Boston and have a bit of a staycation”. She said.

Chris chuckled and looked at Maya as the stopped at the red light.

“Wherever you lead I’ll follow. He said

“You are so corny old man” Maya laughed as she leaned over and peek his sweet lips.

They continued their drive to Scotts and talked enjoying eachothers company for the first time in a while, they were so wrapped up in each other that Dodger had to bark to remind Chris he was about to pass Scoots house .

Maya laughed at the puppy then pet him telling him how good of a dog he is.

“Alright birthday boy Scott has Dodger now let's switch its my turn to drive you around” She said.

They headed home to pick up a few things and then The Evans were off and headed for there trip.

After the 3 and 1/2 hour drive they got to New York and the barren streets shocked them.

They are staying in there penthouse apartment on the upper east side that over looks Central Park and New York's famous skyline.

Before settling in Maya decided to get groceries once she got back Jazz played softly in her ears as the punchy aroma of the candle Slow Burn hit her nose.

“Hey Chris I'm back” she called out to him.

She was met without a response just the smooth stylings of Frank Sinatra.

Maya put the groceries in the kitchen and headed to their master bedroom.

Kicking her shoes off and following the rose petals into the bathroom that revealed Chris who sat in all his glory in the pink tinted bathtub.

Apparently he did not hear her as his eyes stayed closed and his arms outstretched.

And all Maya could do was admire the greek god that was her husband.

His long wingspan encompassed the entire back of the tub as his strong biceps would flex ever deep breath he took. And don't to get Maya started on those baby blues which were one of the only things Lilah did not get from Chris. Those same blue eyes were now looking straight at her.

“I was hoping you’d be back soon” he said

Raising his head to look at his goddess of a wife smirking at him.

“So I’m guessing you would like me to join you?” She asked

Maya teased him as she began to slowly remove her clothes.

“Hey aren’t I the birthday boy that shouldn’t even be a question Maya so you better bring your sexy ass in here” Chris said to her as his arms still laid on the back of the tub looking like a king”

Maya stepped in with Chris’s help the warm water encapsulating her body as she sinks down.

She sighs in satisfaction when her body is finally completely in the water as she lays into Chris’s embrace.

They just sit there and enjoy each other company, washing the dirt off of each other from the day, and stealing kisses from one another.

Maya and Chris were that couple you loved to hate they didn’t show off their love that much with Chris’s anxiety and Maya’s destain for public scrutiny because she’s black woman with a man of Chris stature, PDA was mostly off the table. However behind closed doors they are the cutest most intimate couple you’d ever meet.

Once she was clean from her road dirt Maya left the water first placing a kiss on Chris’s lips as she headed to start dinner and Chris laid back and continued to relax.

Once Chris finally got out the bath he found Maya in the kitchen halfway finished with dinner.

“Jesus babe it smells fantastic in here and I see you changed the music” Chris said

He was now fully dressed in a blue t-shit in matching joggers, his hair damp from the bath as Lauryn Hill's rendition of Can't Take My Eyes off of You played in the background.

She chuckled “only the best for you my king”

"Mhm I like the sound of that" He said as he went in the fridge and grabbed a bottle of white wine and poured them both a glass.

She was at the counter cutting up veggies.

“Ok so how long do I have wait before I can devour all this?” he asked placing the glass in front of Maya.

They took their first cheers of the night tapping the glasses together.

Maya took a sip and moan at the taste of the wine.

“Soon Chris don’t stress it babe you will be fed very soon” she said.

Her hips began to sway to the music as she hummed along.

At long last, love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive

Chris walked up behind her wrapping her arms around waist swaying with her body and catching the rhythm.

You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off you

Moving her hair to her left shoulder Chris begins to kiss her neck.

"Remember when we first bought this place." Chris asked

"Yes you didn't want to you said my place in Brooklyn was enough for us" Maya said putting the knife down and melted into Chris's strong arms.

"Mmm but you did an excellent job at convincing me why we need this place, 3 bedrooms right in the Heart of the city just for times likes these when want to get away." Chris said with his arms still wrapped around her.

She laughed "I thought it was because you fucked me against the balcony on our terrace is why you said yes"

He smirked at the memory "well that to"

Chris sucked on her neck and moved his down her satin dress but the timer on the pot decided to be a cock block and go off before he could make a move.

He groaned and Maya laughed directed him to get ready to eat.

Just as the food was finishing up Chris set the dining table for two, taking the rest of the flowers from his bath laying them out between the kitchen and there Terrence where they were having dinner overlooking the city.

It was a beautiful night. There was a soft breeze and the city was a glow quieter that usual but still a sight to behold.

Maya brought out the food as Chris poured them another glass, they both sat prayed then rose their glasses to cheers again.

During dinner Chris made some corny jokes that always seemed to put Maya in a better mood as Maya would slyly rub her foot up Chris’s pant leg.

Next came dessert still out on the terrace they shared a slice of cake (more like Maya fed Chris cake) which is how she ended up in his lap enjoying the very expensive yet immaculate view they had from their home.

He rubbed her thigh as he kisses her shoulder just thinking of the fastest way to get Maya out of her dress.

"god you are beautiful" Chris said

His hand now playing with the trim of her panties under her strappy white satin dress.

"Oh no birthday boy you not fucking me out here tonight you gotta come inside for your last present" Maya said.

Chris groaned Maya got up seductively waking back inside her curves just begging him to follow her

“This woman Is going to be the death of me” Chris thought as he came back inside and closed the door that lead to the terrace.

Maya handed Chris his third and final glass of wine of the night.

He raised an eyebrow "Are you trying to get me drunk Mrs. Evans so you can have your way with me?" he asked.

Taking a sip from his glass he smacked Maya the ass and watched it move as she walked towards their living room.

She laughed "I wouldn't have to get you drunk to have my way with you Mr. Evans"

Their living room had floor to ceiling windows that overlook Chris's second favorite city, and that's where Maya stood wine glass in hand looking all the people that looked like ants. But all Chris could think about was how this woman fell for him.

She watched the scenery and he watched her but when that signature trumpet blew he remembered that the music was still playing and so did she.

Maya turned around to see Chris was watching her one hand in his pocket and the other still holding his wine, she made a face at him.

"What are you looking at me like that Chris, you ok?” she asked hand on her hip taking another drink from her glass.

The moon shined off her skin like she was in the sun, her white dress reminding him of their wedding day the way it hugged her figure.

Still speechless Chris walked up to her placing both of their glasses on the coffee table, he brushed her hair behind her ear and she moans nuzzling her head in his touch.

"Baby I am absolutely perfect because I am here with you" he says.

Chris softly pulls her by the waist bringing her flush against her body as raspy voice of Louis Armstrong in Le Vie En Rose brought butterfly’s to Maya’s stomach because this was their song.

His hands lay softly on her waist as her arms lay around his shoulder as they dancer slowly around there living room.

Hold me close and hold me fast, The magic spell you cast, this is la vie en rose.

His cologne sent waves of pleasure and warmth through her body, when Maya laid her head on his chest not wanting to let him go. As their heartbeat became in sync the moonlight casted their sillones on the ground.

They were two lovers who were lost in eachother hoping to never get out and wanting to hide from the world it felt new but familiar.

Once the song ended Chris kissed her so deep and and passionately Maya thought she was gonna cum then and there.

Chris's hands moved from their previously respectable position making circle on her hips to the bottom of her ass telling Maya to jump causing Maya wrap her chocolate legs around his waist.

As Chris walked he kept repeating how much he missed Maya so much while he was in LA.

They couldn’t even make it back to their bedroom for their first round of many.

And Maya was a goner as Chris made love to her all night in every corner of their apartment as the city watched as the couple were engulfed with each other.

But there was a little voice in the back of Maya's head "Well damn how are we going to top 40 next year" it asked.

The preoccupied side of her brain shooed hat thought away so she could just enjoy being with her man at this moment.

Thanking god there was no more space between them like the miles before.

#chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x black ofc #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x black reader #chris evans x ofc #chris evans x original female character #chris evans x black women

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nothing-more-than-hot-leaf-juice · 4 years

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hi! do you know any good modern au zukka fics?

YUP! (spoiler alert, most of this list is just gonna be me plugging @sword-and-stars because that’s what you get when you ask me for fic recs babes!)

Netflix and Chill but we're Best Friends and you Fell Asleep by EnglishPlant this is set in a modern AU featuring bending and some elements of canon, but it’s basically Zuko falling asleep on Sokka and Sokka catching feels + some plot stuff

Mass Times Acceleration by Haicrescendo aka the softest road trip AU of all time (whoops, looks like the hotel messed up and there’s only one bed, guess we have to cuddle x10)

Carry On For You by Haicrescendo where everyone’s a pokemon trainer and Zuko is the gym leader of Vulca Gym (I know it sounds weird but TRUST ME, this is some GOOD SHIT, please read it)

Quarantine And Chill 2020 by Haicrescendo features some of the cutest smut ever and some of the softest fluff ever. Features Zuko as the King of Trader Joe’s, Sokka as a twitch streamer, mutual pining, adopting cats, and Zuko getting a bubble bath.

And I Feel Like An Oblivious Walnut In This Chili's Tonight by Elisabeth (Sokka thinking he’s being homophobic because he doesn’t like that Zuko brings guys home, when in reality he’s just a bisexual disaster)

Friendship Bracelets by peachcitt FUCK this was soft what the hell? (College/Roommates AU)

you caught me hook, line, & sinker by klinokinesis (orthokinesis) basically has Zuko as the nephew of a Fishing show TV star and Sokka as a bright and shiny boy who loves fish (high school AU, very cute)

Simple Happiness by kotaka_kun features Zuko learning to let himself have fun and Sokka wanting his bf to enjoy simple pleasures

the one with the hot cashier by lesmiserablol features barista!Zuko and flirty Sokka

Thunder by callmecaramleh features comedian Sokka and unemployed English major Zuko (features an airport kiss and some opinions about Star Wars)

Quinacridone by Haicrescendo features artist!Zuko, barista!Sokka, and Zuko getting a gd nap (smut warning)

Roomies Pt. 3 by beersforqueers features an accidental jacket swap, a mysterious avocado, and a date in an astronomy tower

some additions:

And it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you by SokkaWithHisHairDown is the 17k coffee/teashop poetry au that I NEEDED

Insomnia and Orange Juice by startrekto221B is a great roommates to lovers where Sokka helps his sleep deprived roommate by cuddling with him at night in a totally platonic way... totally

We Swear on Egg Rolls and Lamplight by mavy1 is also a good roomates to lovers in which Zuko and Sokka get drunk and do cute shit together

the smartest person I know by Odae look! look! A fic that focuses on Sokka’s insecurities and recognizes the mutually beneficial partnership aspect of zukka!

First by HoneyBadgerMole is a high school AU partners-on-project-to-friends-to-boyfriends and it’s very cute

#zukka #atla #avatar the last airbender #zuko #sokka #fic recs #the babes are asking

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pxheart · 3 years

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A @damijonsecretsanta for @queerbutstillhere I hope you like it!

I don’t know what befell your original secret santa but I had lots of fun filling in for them :)))

A bit late to wish you a merry xmas, so have a happy new year and a fantastic 2021! (surely better than 2020 at least 😩💕)

Here is a little 1k fic to accompany the fanart ;)

Winter bliss

The snow was beating down on Metropolis in a way that made Jon fear it might be caused by the supernatural.

Not HIS problem however. He was done with super-heroing. Having to study for university finals, working at the coffee shop AND having such a boyfriend as Damian Wayne was more than enough work.

And what a nice torture it was...

...the last part, at the very least. Finals were torture and no one could convince him otherwise. Working at the coffee shop was fine. Except on rush hour. That was hell.

Sighing, he ran inside their complex, shaking out snow from his hair before getting inside. He knew that if he were to wet the floors, his adorable boyfriend would chew him out, and that was a scary thought. He might not go out every night to beat criminals anymore, but he could still kick ass. Especially HIS ass.

Upon entering, he was greeted by a soft crackly music coming out from Damian’s -stolen form Wayne manor- vintage turntable. Sinatra was gently singing ‘Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away…”.

A nice spicy smell hung in the air, and when he reached their living room he found out why. A steaming cup of warm chai tea latte was waiting for him. Damian had a super secret amazing recipe he refused to share. It could either come from Alfred, or be some kind of adaption of a magic murder potion from the league of assassins, one never knew with Damian. Either way, it was delicious.

He sipped from it thankfully, and raised his eyes to find...LEGS.

Long, slender, beautiful legs raised in the air, twisting into a graceful bowed position. He followed their curve, to find…

He blushed. They had been dating for six months now, and sometimes he still couldn’t believe his luck. Damian was, simply putting it, gorgeous. People kept saying that the robin with the best butt was the first one, but that’s only because they had never got a chance to take a good look at Damian’s.

Not that Jon wanted them to. Damian was his. And so was his ass, thank you very much.

He gulped down his latte a bit more forcefully than was usually advised, and Damian bended his back even more, coming to touch the ground in front of his head in a perfectly executed ‘Urdhva Dhanurasana’, if Jon's memory of every time Damian had tried -and failed- to teach him anything about yoga was serving him right.

All the while, since this apparently was not hard enough, three puffballs were zigzagging through his arms and feet. One of them, an orange tabby kitten -that Jon had lovingly named 'Red the hot chili pepper menace'- even started to climb up Damian's yoga pant leg and Jon winced, knowing fully well his darling's skin was not as impervious as his to the tiny but sharp kitten claws.

Damian, for his part, looked up at Jon, smiled, engaged his core strength and pulled himself up to a standing position, scooped up the cat, turned and…

"Hello, beloved. Had a nice day at school?" He asked, nonchalantly.

Jon wanted to scowl and say that "no, my day was actually terrible and I want to cry" but he found, as always, that he was unable to do anything but smile back like a love struck idiot when confronted by the image of Damian Wayne, ex fearless Robin, wearing a plush knitted sweater while kissing the head of a fluffy purring kitten.

"It's getting nicer by the second" he said softly, leaning down to gently kiss the other.

Damian snaked one arm around his neck, inside his jacket, and then his shirt, his warm hand softly scratching between his shoulder blades and sending shocks of pleasure down his neck. Jon took it as an invitation to get closer, deepen the kiss and he licked the taste of jasmine tea off Damian's lips…

...until a sharp meow of protest didn't break the moment, and Damian let out a yelp of pain.

Apparently Red the hot chili pepper kitty had not particularly enjoyed being squished between his two foster dads, and had protested loudly while he sank his sharp teeth to make the message clear.

"Well. Get out of this wet jacket, beloved. You look like you need some cuddles" he said with a smirk, passing him the kitten and sliding the jacket off his shoulders for him.

Jon felt his heart swell three times its size, and not for the first time he marveled at the softness Damian let himself show now. Once upon a time he used to keep it well hidden. He tried to be the perfect warrior, the emotionless killing machine his mother had bred him to be. Now that he had left that chapter behind, he had bloomed into the caring, kind sweet and funny person Jon had always known him to be and Jon… he didn't think he could ever get tired of basking in it.

He let himself be manhandled on the plush carpet by the sofa, in front of the tv, and melted back against Damian's embrace as he sat right behind him, wrapping his legs around his shoulders and hugging him tight like a cute warm snuggle monkey. They stayed like that for a while, as silent as the snow falling outside their window. Jon closed his eyes and breathed in Damian's familiar homy scent, and felt the screams of the world that were constantly attacking his senses fade into blessed silence.

"So" Damian muttered by his ear "how actually was your day?"

Jon sighed "Hellish. But I wasn't lying, babe. Just being here with you I'm feeling blesses"

"Sap" Damian answered fondly.

He grabbed Jon's face and tilted it back to kiss his forehead, his nose, both his apple cheeks and then, finally, he pressed his lips against his.

Jon hummed happily, parted his lips to let Damian's tongue steal his breath away.

If Red the hot chili pepper tried to stop them again, scaling Jon's pant leg and furiously scratching at his knee, no one paid him any notice.

He might not be a superhero anymore, but being an invulnerable half alien superman still had its advantages….

#damijon #jondami #supersons #Superboy #Damian Wayne #myart #myfanfic #damijon secret santa

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bitch-out · 4 years

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OKAY i know you didn’t ask for a full length fic but... i couldnt help myself. here it is:

Four times Alex saw signs that the world was changing to become more accepting of people like him, and the one time he actually realized it.

1. TV SHOW

After finishing practice for the night, the band walked into Julie’s house. Luke immediately walked into the kitchen, wanting to see what meal her dad was whipping up. His obsession with watching lifers eat was starting to get a little concerning. Reggie followed after him, wanting to hang out with Julie’s dad. That was also a little concerning.

Julie plopped down on the couch next to her little brother, Carlos, who was watching a TV show that she didn’t recognize. Alex hopped over the couch and took a seat next to her, looking at the screen intently.

“What is he watching?” Alex asked, reclining into the couch.

Julie shrugged in response. “I’m not sure…”

Carlos looked over to her with a questioning expression. “Huh?” Oh crap. She needed to stop talking to the boys while other people were around. It made her look absolutely bonkers.

“…what you’re watching! I’m not sure what you’re watching.” She said quickly, trying to avoid any awkwardness. “What is it?”

He seemed to buy it, letting her weirdness go. “Oh, I’m watching this new show. I forget what it’s called. It’s about this girl who accidentally gets musical superpowers after getting stuck by lightning.”

“Cool,” she answered, settling into the couch. She and Alex watched for a few minutes before looking at each other in confusion. They had absolutely no idea what was going on in the show. They looked at the screen as the main character sighed dramatically, slamming her door while running out of her house. “I’m lost. What’s happening? Why is she so mad?” Julie asked.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “She’s in a fight with her dads right now because they won’t let her go to this big party. Now shhh! It’s getting juicy!”

Luke’s eyes went wide as the scene switched to the main characters dads, who were sharing a tender moment while discussing their child. Two dads? On television? Without it being played off as a joke? He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

Julie looked at him inquisitively, noticing his surprised expression. She raised an eyebrow.

“I see.” A soft smile settled on his face. “Cool.” He bit his lip and leaned back.

“Cool.” She agreed. She almost said something, but then decided it would be better for her to wait for him to tell her.

2. PUBLIC DISPLAY OF AFFECTION

“People watching in 2020 is way better than people watching in the 90’s.” Reggie stated as they walked through downtown LA. They were killing time while Julie was at school. They passed a man in a superhero costume who was taking pictures with tourists.

“I know right?” Luke agreed. “I love looking over people’s shoulder and watching what they’re doing on those… high tech cellphone things.”

“Smartphones,” Alex offered.

“Smartphones, right.”

Reggie ran over to a middle aged guy in a suit sitting on a bench who was looking intently at his phone. “Look at this guy! He’s looking at an article called ‘How to tell if you have foot fungus’.” He wrinkled his nose. “Gross. You might wanna get that checked out, buddy,” patting his shoulder, his hand passing right through.

Luke looked around for someone else to observe. “Okay see the one over there in the blue striped shirt eating a chili dog?” He pointed over to his left to a man walking away from a hot dog stand.

The man went to take a bite out of his chili dog but dripped it all down the front of his shirt. “Oooooh…. Missed his mouth on that one,” Luke said, cringing.

“That’s nasty,” Alex chimed in.

A guy who looked to be around their age speed walked past them, looking down. He brushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his face as he grinned down at his phone. He was obviously walking with a purpose.

“This guy is hustling! Cmon!” Reggie grinned, jogging after him. Luke and Alex ran over to catch up, all three of them following in pursuit. They all looked over his shoulder to read his text messages. He was texting someone he had named “babe <3” in his contacts.

Can’t wait to see u, his text read, im right around the corner

Reggie whistled. “His girlfriend’s probably a complete hottie if he’s that excited to see her-”

As they turned the corner, the blonde stranger they were following put his phone away as he caught sight of someone. He broke into a run and bear hugged the person, wrapping his arms around them and lifting them off the ground. As he pulled away, it was revealed that the person he was hugging was a brunette guy around the same age as them.

The brunette murmured something, his lips quirking into a smirk. The blonde teen let out a laugh, then pulled him into a kiss.

Alex nearly gasped in surprise, looking around to notice that… not a singular person was looking over. Everyone was just going about their day as normal. No glares, no sneers, not even a scoff.

It felt like the breath was sucked out of his lungs. Was this… normal? The couple broke apart and joined hands, continuing down the street. Alex couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. No one had even batted an eyelash at the public display of affection.

To him, it hadn’t been that long ago since 1995. When even looking at someone for too long would get you called a slur. When his own father would call him a-

“Alex? You good?” He was broken out of his thoughts by Luke looking over at him concernedly.

Alex opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by someone else.

“There you guys are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

They turned around in tandem to see Julie standing there, her eyes sparkling. And they continued with their day, moment forgotten.

3. MUSIC

Alex found himself once again alone with Julie, hanging out with her in her room. He was the only member of the band she would let hang out with her in here, which filled him with an odd sort of pride.

They were currently listening to one of her Spotify playlists. Julie was doing homework on her bed and Alex was tapping his drumsticks on his knee, following the beat of the song they were listening to. He was getting into the groove of the song “This song has a good beat!” he exclaimed. “What is this?”

She grinned at him. “It’s called ‘Girls like Girls’ by Hayley Kiyoko!” She stood up on her bed, dropping her homework and singing into an imaginary microphone as the chorus hit. She belted at the top of her lungs, “Girls like girls like boys do, nothing new~” She laughed as she flopped back onto her bed.

He gaped at her, surprised that she was treating it with such nonchalance. In the 90’s, this would have been music you listened to at 2 am when your parents were asleep. “Is this a… popular song?” he asked.

“Yeah, I mean it’s from like 2015 so it’s basically ancient but it’s still pretty popular.” She turned back to her homework and picked up her pen. “I think the music video has like over 100 million hits on YouTube or something like that.”

His jaw dropped even further “100 million?”

The timer on her phone went off. The words BAND PRACTICE blared across the screen with the chime of her ringtone. “I’ll show it to you later! But we have to go to rehearsal right now.”

He shook his head and followed her out of the room.

4. COVINGTON

As both his friends were pulled away by girls saucily dancing in feathered blue outfits, Alex stood awkwardly like a fish out of water. Covington slid up to him with a sly smirk on his face. “Come now. You can’t be the only one not dancing.”

“No, I… I know.” Alex sputtered. “I’m just…” Not into dancing with girls? No, he couldn’t just say that. He didn’t want to cause a scene. He pointed over his shoulder. “I’m looking for Willie,” he finished lamely.

Covington seemed to read him like an open book. He smiled and gestured with open palms. “Dante! Fuego!” Two handsome men slid up to either side of him. “Meet Alex.” The linked arms with him.

Alex looked at them, surprised. How did he know? Is this like a theater thing? Or… “You’re welcome,” Covington smirked, ducking down. Is this normal here…?

His thoughts were cut off as he was lifted up over Covington’s head and pulled into a fast-paced dance.

5. PRIDE

“Slow down Willie!” Alex shouted, running after his brunette friend as he skated through lifers and tore down the street.

Willie laughed and hopped off his board, picking it up off the ground. He waited for Alex to catch up with him “Relax, we’re almost here…”

Alex was too busy catching his breath to realize they were in the middle of a giant crowd. Lifers walked through them every few seconds like it was nothing “Wh-What is this?” Alex asked, looking around. Everyone was wearing colorful clothing and most were wearing some kind of glitter.

The skater laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the street. “We’re skating the floats, dude.” He pointed at the bright floats that were parading down the street.

Was this some kind of festival or something? Alex wondered. “Why is everything so… colorful?”

Willie looked at him like he was missing something obvious. “It’s June. Pride month.” Alex didn’t know what that was. He looked around, trying to figure it out. “You’ve never seen a pride parade before?” Willie questioned. Then, he realized. “Right. Right, you’re a 90’s ghost. I keep forgetting about that.” He slapped his forehead.

Then, he realized what this was. Alex turned to his right and saw two women kissing. A couple of guys his age were holding hands right next to him. Signs as far as the eye could see read ‘here and queer’ and ‘all you need is love’ and ‘love is love’ and countless other sayings. His breath stuttered in his chest “This is…”

“I know. Pretty cool, right?” Willie asked, sounding pretty nonchalant. He was scouting out the floats, focused on his task.

“And this is all for…” Alex hesitated, “For gay people?”

“All LGBTQ+ people, technically, but yeah dude.” Willie clarified. He grinned, his eyes set on a float just down the road. He found the perfect route.

“So it really is different now, huh?” Alex asked, his voice cracking slightly. Willie looked back in alarm, not realizing how much this was impacting the drummer beside him. A tear rolled down his cheek, but his smile could not be bigger. Alex continued, “Like I had hoped it was, and there’s been some signs, but this is…” He covered his mouth to hide a sob.

Willie walked over to his side, dropping his skateboard and taking his hand gently. “Yeah, Alex. It’s different. Better. Not perfect, but... a lot better.” He squeezed his hand.

“It’s amazing.” Alex said, wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve and grinning. He let out a laugh as a drag queen passed by and waved at the crowd, blowing kisses.

The skater couldn’t take his eyes off of Alex. He was absolutely glowing, basking in the atmosphere of the parade. “You know what? Let’s forget the skating.” Willie decided, taking his skateboard from the side of the street and tucking it in an alley.

“Huh?” Alex was confused. Willie wanted to... not go skating?

“It��s time to get your pride on, Alex.”

Together, they spent the rest of the day exploring every area of pride, ducking through crowds and sneaking onto floats. There was even one point where they ran through a huge glitter cannon, getting absolutely covered in glitter.

After it was all done, Willie teleported back to Julie’s house with him to drop him off.

“That was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Alex admitted, his smile seemed to be permanently glued to his face.

“Me too. I’ve been to tons of pride parades, but none of them were as fun as this one.” Willie admitted.

“Really? What was different about this one? Was it the glitter cannon? It was probably the glitter cannon-”

“It was you, Alex.” The skater said quietly, brushing a couple stray pieces of glitter off of the taller boy’s cheek.

“Oh,” Alex breathed, looking down at Willie. His heart was racing a mile a minute. He hadn’t realized they were standing so close together.

Willie hesitated for a moment. Was this the moment? He didn’t want to rush Alex. He was probably overwhelmed enough after experiencing his first pride. He smiled up at the blonde and patted him on the shoulder. “Goodnight, Alex.” He stepped away and turned to leave.

He was just about to teleport when he heard “Wait!”

Willie turned around Alex kissed him.

He stiffened at first, surprised. Before he could respond, Alex pulled away and looked at him in panic.

“I’m so sorry, I thought-”

Willie grabbed him by the lapels and dragged him down, kissing him heatedly. Alex responded with enthusiasm, wrapping his arms around his waist.

“ABOUT TIME!” someone hollered from behind him.

They broke away to see Luke and Reggie beaming. They both ran over and hugged them both in a group hug. “We thought you two would never figure it out.” Luke said, causing Reggie to laugh.

“Happy pride, Alex”. Willie murmured, squished up against his side. And Alex couldn’t have been happier.

#julie and the phantoms #alex x willie #willie x alex #willex #fic #this was entirely too long im so sorry #anyways... send me prompts!

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sparkleofpizza · 3 years

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Laid off - Tim Drake x reader

A/n: So I got laid off of work because of the pandemic and I would love to have a Tim Drake to cheer me up so I wrote this in one sitting of pure sadness, although the vaccine is here, my country has been increasing the numbers of deaths and we are basically on lockdown again, so it feels like April of 2020 all over again

Requested: no

Summary: You get laid off of work and Tim is there to cheer you up

Warnings: Pandemic, fluff, some angst

Word count: 1.3k

At first when you got laid off of work, you thought it was going to be a not very long thing - you could use the spare time to get some things straight in life. You’ve been meaning to starting to work out more, so that’s something you started doing, and that was that recipe you saw online that you’ve been dying to try out, but never had the time to cook, so you finally did the dish and it was delicious as expected. There was also that book that you wanted to finish, but always procrastinated because you were just too tired and wanted to sleep, and that tv show.

So at first, you thought you could use that small time as getting some you time, God knows you needed it. But then a month went by, then two months, and it was nearing three months that you’ve been unemployed and it was taking a toll on you. You needed a job, but it seemed no one was hiring because of the pandemic, as that was the reason you lost your job in the first place, it seemed like no one wanted to make have to take on the responsibility of the health of their employees and it was making you pissed off, and very very sad.

Tim, your boyfriend, had reassured you that it was only a matter of time before you got something new and better, but when was this time? And it did not help at all that he was a very busy person and was always working at W.E, even if they were closed off and most people working from home, he always needed to be at the office to try and be more productive. And then he was off patrolling, wearing a mask of course, you’d be damned if you allowed him to leave the house without being properly safe, and when he was not patrolling, he was working on cases.

You were starting to get paranoid that maybe you’d never get a job ever again. How were you supposed to pay the bills? Luckily, you had always saved money from your salary in case something like this ever happened. And you knew that Tim would never let you get to a bad financial position, he’d intervene before it got bad, but you didn’t want him pay for your rent and most of bills, you weren’t dating him because of his money, and you didn’t want him to think that, not even for a second.

“Oh, isn’t this a nice scene to come home to?” Tim chuckled, eyeing you from his spot on the door

You turned your head around to watch him as he took off his shoes before closing the door and putting on hand sanitizer before moving along your place to place his shoes on the laundry.

You were partly lying on the floor, doing a stretching routine you saw Pamela’s Reif YouTube and decided to see if you could learn how to do the splits. Between being unemployed and being stuck in quarantine there wasn’t much you could do.

“Hi, babe.” You smiled at him

“I didn’t realize you were this flexible.” He gave you a cheeky grin, unbuttoning his shirt and undoing his tie so he could wash his dirty clothes

You were both very rigorous with Covid, always taking your dirty shoes and clothes off as soon as you arrived home and taking a shower before putting on clean clothes. Always cleaning everything that was bought on the store, and even going as far as cleaning your shoes.

“I’ve been doing this stretching routine to see if I can do the splits, I do this everyday.”

By this point, Tim was clearly checking your ass out which made you grin up at him.

“That is a very nice thing to know.” He kneeled down to briefly kiss you on the lips “Maybe you can show me all this flexibility later, in the bedroom.”

“Are you flirting with me, Drake?”

Tim grinned, kissing your nose “Maybe, sunshine, are you going to do something about it?”

You shook your head, enjoining the attention he was giving you. To say you’ve been feeling lonely lately was something, you craved attention from anyone who was willing to give it to you. The other day Dick called you to ask how to properly bake a cake - he was too embarrassed to call Alfred - and you ended up on a two hour call with him, not like he minded, Dick enjoyed every chance he got to talk and also to learn more about his little brother’s whereabouts since Tim knew how to worry all of his family.

After Tim left to go shower, you were left alone to finish your routine and try and decide what you were going to do for the rest of the day. Soon he would leve for patrol and you’d be alone again. A feeling of sadness washed over you, you just wish there were more things you could do, but there was only so much being coped in an apartment, alone most of the time, you were running out of things to do and it was making you sad.

“So…” Tim nuzzled his nose in your neck “What do you want to do tonight?”

“Well, I will probably just want some Netflix until you get back home.” You ran your hand thought his mostly damp hair

“No, I’m not going out on patrol tonight.”

You frowned, pulling away from him “Why? You’re not hurt, are you? I swear to God that if you’re hurt and you didn’t tell me…”

The raven haired shook his head, giggling at your angry face “I’m not hurt, sunshine, I promise. I just want to spend some time with you, I know it can be really lonely being here all alone most of the day and now that you don’t have a job, I know you’ve been pushing yourself too hard to try and find things to do so you will feel like you’re doing something productive. But, babe, you don’t have to be productive all the time, you need to take some time to relax too. And I know you’ve been sad and feeling lonely.”

Your lips twisted into a frown, mostly from keeping yourself from crying. How did you get so luck to get someone as wonderful as Tim as you boyfriend?

“Hey, it’s ok.” He whispered, wiping away some tears that leaked from your eyes “Come here.”

You allowed him to pull you into his warm embrace, kissing your temple and rubbing soft circles on your back with his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” You hiccuped into his chest, making him tighten his grip on you “I’ve just been feeling so… useless lately. I’m not even good enough to get a new job!”

“Sunshine, this is not your fault! We’re living a terrible moment and most people are going trough the same thing as you, it’s ok to feel like this. You can always talk to me when you feel like this, ok? I’m always going to be here for you.”

You nodded, not trusting yourself to talk.

“You’re a wonderful person, and you’re going to get a great job, I’m sure of it. And whoever has been turning you down, they are just assholes who hasn’t realize it yet what they’re missing on.”

You don’t know how long you stayed like that with Tim, but eventually he managed to calm you down, drying your tears and whispering sweet words to your ear.

“You better?”

Lifting your head from his chest, you smile at him, pecking his lips repeatedly while thanking him.

“You don’t have to thank me.” He smiled “I love you.”

“I love you so much, Timmy.” You hugged his neck “So so so so much.”

He kissed your shoulder, pulling you even closer if it was possible.

“How about I order some of your favorite food and we can watch that tv show you’ve been telling me you want to watch with me?”

“It sounds great.” You smiled against his neck, placing a kiss there

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