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Time to prevent a potential fight happening between man and robot-

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Can lumberjack Bucky keep me warm? 🥺

He'd love to, nonnie.

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky teases you as he keeps you warm. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, pet names, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Are you lovelies sick of my fluff? Sorry, but Burly and Bambi are sweet.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You couldn't sleep. Not with how cold you were. The thick blanket tucked around you should've been more than enough to keep you warm, but it didn't stop your teeth from chattering. The howling wind outside sent another shiver down your spine as you tried to burrow yourself deeper into your bed. Maybe you should've thrown another log on the fire.

Better yet, you should've just camped out in front of the fireplace instead of stubbornly going to the bedroom.

“Stupid cold,” you grumbled to yourself, rubbing your face against the pillow when gentle footsteps approached the bed.

Your eyes flew open when the mattress dipped behind you, a warm weight enveloping your back under the blanket before a heavy arm curled around you. “Can hear your teeth chatting from the other room, Bambi,” a deep voice rumbled.

The tremble that rolled through your body had nothing to do with the cold when Bucky rubbed his soft beard against your neck. “I slipped on the ice one time,” you muttered.

He chuckled before he kissed the back of your neck, tracing the path his beard made as you bit your lip. “Yeah, but you tried so hard to stay upright before gravity took you out. Just like Bambi.”

“I’ll have you know that I fell very gracefully,” you said before he turned your body toward him, your heart racing as you came face-to-face with the lumberjack.

Bucky was the captivating sort of handsome, the type that made people stop in their tracks when they caught a glimpse of him. From his lush brown hair to the depths of his intelligent and striking blue eyes, it was like an angel carved him out specifically for you. But what was beautiful about him came from within and shined through the surface.

Even when he teased you.

“I watched the whole thing, darling, and you were about as graceful as a baby deer,” he said, his azure eyes filled with glee when you narrowed yours. “Again, just like Bambi.”

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute, Burly. And warm,” you said, tearing your gaze away from his pretty eyes to stare at his broad chest. Of course, he walked around the cabin shirtless while you couldn’t stop shaking. How was he so hot? Body and looks wise?

Was it a rule that lumberjacks were sin incarnate clad in packages of plaid shirts and tight pants with sturdy bodies underneath?

“So, you do think I’m cute,” he teased, your stomach flipping as you smiled at his words. Of course, you did. “Come here.”

You buried your face in his chest as his arm tightened around you, molding your body against his as you sought out more of his warmth. He rested his chin on the top of your head as your shaking eventually stopped, his calloused hand roaming along your back with immense care. All you wanted to do minutes ago was sleep, but now he was holding you and pushing a thick thigh between your legs and all you wanted to do was bask in his attention.

Maybe ride his thigh, too.

“You’re right, you know,” he said.

You tried to lean back as much as you could to get a good look at him, but didn’t want any space between the two of you in case you started shivering again. “Right about what?”

He brought his hand to your cheek as his lips curled in a small smile. “I am lucky,” he whispered, helping you tilt your head so he could kiss you, slow and deep.

And lucky for you, your lumberjack would always be by your side.

Because I need another AU, right? SHH. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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“Are you sure you didn’t wake me up at 3 a.m. because you’re in the mood?”

jungkook x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.3K

a/n: Well. Hi lovelies! Here’s some silly JK that I wrote at the beginning of June. For those of you who have been following me for a while, please don’t get your hopes up that posting will be a regular thing. But maybe I’ll post sporadically and randomly when it feels fun for me. Love you all. This is for you all. Thanks for reading and I hope you all enjoy :)) 

No. This was not happening. The dream that you just knew was good was already slipping from your memory as your mind came into consciousness. Your eyes were peeling open, heavy in their sleepiness, and the dream and your slumber were gone. It took a moment for your vision to adjust as you groaned in your rudely awakened state, but when they finally did focus there he was, bratty as ever. Just like you knew he would be. Culpable with his guilty smile.

“Hi,” Jungkook simply greeted you, a cute but annoying grin planted on his face as he held back a giggle at your grumpy state.

“I was dreaming,” you complained, trying to bury your face in the pillow, only for your boyfriend to pull the plush object away from you. Tossing it across the bed, he let his chuckle slip free.

“What about?” He asked, his eyes bright as they scanned your face.

“I don’t remember because you ripped me away from it, you fucking jerk,” you snapped, only making Jungkook giggle further. “What time is it?”

“3 a.m.,” he responded matter-a-factly.

“3 a.m.,” you repeated skeptically, earning a nod in return.

“The witching hour,” he beamed, quirking an eyebrow at you.

“I-” you started, trying to wrap your head around what in the actual fuck he was saying to you. “I don’t even know what to say to you right now,” you determined, making Jungkook laugh despite your genuine confusion. “Is this some sort of sex thing?”

Jungkook’s mouth widened into a toothy grin as a slow burn cackle began erupting from his throat. The glee was toned back at first, as though he was trying to be considerate of the silence in the room, easing into a careless boyish laugh that disregarded any ounce of quietness. “Not this time,” he replied, using his tongue to toy with his lip ring.

“I’m going to smother you with a pillow,” you warned, an empty threat that you used to disguise your growing fondness for his late night antics. You’d said it before and you’d say it again: he’s lucky he’s cute.

“If you did, you'd have the equipment to contact me when I’m a ghost,” he beamed, the comment making you sit up and scan the room.

Confusion etched further into your features as your mind rolled the word ‘ghosts’ around. “Are you sure you didn’t wake me up at 3 a.m. because you’re in the mood?” You asked, your brain still catching up to the current early morning happenings.

“Well, wait… I did,” he thought for a moment, keeping you on the edge of his unspoken words. “In the mood to hunt ghosts.”

You both stared at one another for a beat before you inhaled quickly. “Have you lost your fucking mind?” You questioned in an exhale, searching for something to indicate whether he was serious or not.

“No?” He responded, his bambi eyes searching your face as you glared. “Yes? I- what’s the right answer?” Staring at your adorably annoying boyfriend, he settled on “yes,” as an answer. “Totally lost it,” he continued, finally cracking a small smile in your supposed to be stern features. Groaning at yourself for being amused, Jungkook took the moment of weakness to lean in and kiss your shoulder before resting his forehead against it.

“The fucking witching hour,” you huffed, smiling as you let out a small giggle, shaking your head.

“The equipment is right over there,” he pointed across the room towards the desk. On top sat a heap of electronics that you’ve only ever seen on old episodes of ghost hunting shows. Not that you could have thought any different with the sincerity that shone in his pretty round eyes, but the equipment served as proof that he was being dead serious. As dead as the ghosts he was hoping to contact.

Brushing your hand through his tousled but still soft hair, you smiled at his earnestness. He had told you weeks ago that he believed your apartment had a ghost. The complex was on the older side and he swore a few of his belongings were moved during the night, which could only be explained by some entity and totally not by his own forgetfulness.

“How much does all of that cost anyway?” You questioned, Jungkook eagerly sitting up to retrieve it, excited to show off his new toys… or serious apparition contacting equipment.

Brushing you off with a wave of his hand, he grabbed one of the electronics that he referred to as an “EMF meter”. He held the rectangular device in his hand as he showed you the colorful scale at the top of it. “It identifies electromagnetic fields. We’re looking for spikes in the EMF signals.”

“The spikes are ghosts?”

“Could be,” he looked up at you. “Apparently the conscious mind has an electromagnetic field, and that doesn’t go away when someone dies. So it’s believed this thing can pick up on those lingering traces.”

“What even is an electromagnetic field?” You asked, Jungkook’s eyes meeting yours as the gears turned in his head.

“I’m not a scientist, baby, I’m a ghost hunter,” he smiled, mimicking your expression of amusement. “Except like, I’m not hunting them. I just want to meet them.”

“So a ghost hunter but…not menacing. A friend to ghosts. A ghost seeker,” you determined.

“Yeah,” he giggled. “I don’t want to chase them away.”

“You just want to chat,” you smiled fondly.

“Exactly,” he nodded sweetly. He was so gentle. So kind.

“You are never beating the first life allegations, Koo,” you informed him, lightheartedly breaking the news to him. Jungkook appeared bashful as he nodded at you, gesturing for you to get out of bed and join him. And you did, because how could you not? He was so enthusiastic and hopeful.

“How are you so sure that if there are ghosts, that they’re friendly?” You asked him as you made your way to his side, ready to tackle whatever mission he had for you, even if it was 3 a.m.

“Well,” he breathed out, handing you the EMF meter. “Because they just move my drawing pencils, they don’t jam them in my eyes.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the comment, and the way he spoke it so teasingly but still so genuinely. “Don’t give them any ideas,” you joked, making Jungkook shoot a glare at you.

“Stop it, they need to feel understood,” he reprimanded. Putting your hands in the air in surrender, you apologized.

“Only a joke, I’m sorry,” you defended. “Do you think they have a good sense of humor?”

“Baby,” he groaned through his laugh that he couldn’t hold back. “Take this seriously.”

“I am!” you promised, holding the meter out. “I’m up at 3 a.m., am I not?

“You are,” he smiled.

“I am very serious, Jungkook,” you assured him. “Now teach me how to use this thing, I need to ask these ghosts where they put my driver’s license.”

His hands were on the meter to teach you how to read it when he halted his actions and turned to face you with a look of surprise and mild disappointment. “You lost your driver's license?”

“It was stolen,” you corrected him, smirking when he huffed.

“You’ve been driving around without your license?” He asked in mild concern.

“Yeah, see how serious this is? We might have to ‘good cop, bad cop’ them,” you teased, earning a huff from your boyfriend.

“I should have never woken you up to help,” he whined, making you giggle as you leaned against his body.

“Too late, I’m up,” you teased. “Now let’s make contact with our roommates, I have questions.”

You took off, pointing the meter in different directions around the room as you trekked toward the hallway. “That’s not even how you use that,” Jungkook complained half-heartedly, hot on your heels as he followed you. And you were wholeheartedly amused and smitten. Turns out ghost seeking at three in the morning could be quite fun if with the right company. And Jungkook was always just that.

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a scenario: the kids are very young and have been put to bed, and Cad and Irno have some alone time in their room. maybe one of the kids has a nightmare / cant sleep and walks in on them? (theyre covered ofc)

This was a fun one! Thanks!

The Bounty Hunter's Guide to: Homecoming

Summary: In which the Little Lady and her brother have impeccably poor timing.

Pairing: Cad Bane x F!Reader

Words: 1.6k

Rating: Semi-Explicit

Warnings: None!

Cad Bane has always lived for the chase. The thrill of putting a laser bolt between his quarry's eyes, the satisfaction of seeing the numbers in his account go up, and, occasionally, the sadistic glee of stabbing his employer in the back to make those numbers go even higher.

He used to feel empty when a job was over. But now he has something to look forward to, something to fill in the gaps.

Namely, his dear ol' lady and a pair of happy little accidents.

He lands silently on the balcony of the bedroom and peers inside. You're fast asleep -- on his side of the bed, he notices. He smiles to himself as he slides the door open and steps inside.

He pulls his boots and breathing apparatus off and hangs his hat on the bedpost before sneaking over to you. You sleep so peacefully. He's often envious.

He brushes your silky hair away from your ear. "Yer in my spot, missus," he rumbles.

You let out a peep. "Sorry," you say. You shimmy over to your side with no fuss.

Bane is a little disappointed. He was hoping for a happy squeak and a fat kiss and a frantic, lusty fuck.

Ah, whatever. Morning sex is better anyways.

He slips in beside you, sliding one arm under your neck and the other wrapping around your waist. He buries his face in your hair and breathes deeply. He missed your smell--

You jolt away from him, a surprised shriek escaping you as you whirl around. You stare at him wide-eyed with your hand on your chest.

"Hi," he says, giving a lazy wave.

You don't waste a second. You fling yourself on him and slam your mouth against his, immediately shoving your tongue between his lips.

"You -- scared -- the shit outta me," you say between kisses.

Your mouth is so hot and warm that his cock immediately springs to attention. "I missed ya too."

He rolls his hips against yours, making sure you feel his entire length. Every ridge, every throb, every last bit of him that was deprived of you.

"I was about to go crazy," you say. You sit up on your knees and ruck up the hem of your nightgown. "I was just so... So desperate!"

You're about to toss the garment over your head when there's a knock at the door. "Momma?" a little voice calls. "You okay?"

"Just fine, pumpkin!" You glance at the door, then back at him. "Should I let her know?" you whisper.

He shakes his head. "Fuck no. Yer mine tonight," he purrs. He wraps his arms around you and presses his face against your neck, inhaling deeply.

So feminine. So flowery. So familiar.

His tongue is out of his mouth before he even realizes it, sliding up the sinew of your neck to your earlobe. He's so used to your pearl studs that it's strange to see nothing adorning them.

You squeak again. You clap your hands over your mouth, but the damage is done.

"...are ya sure?" the Little Lady calls again.

You give him a mildly annoyed look. He shrugs and you roll your eyes. "Yes, honey. Go back to bed."

An even littler voice joins her. "What's goin'..." Bambi cuts himself off with a loud yawn. "What's goin' on?"

"Momma was makin' noise. I got worried, but she says she's fine."

"An' ya believed her?!" Bambi asks in alarm. "What if one o' them changelings got in or something?! It might not be her!"

You raise a brow at Bane. "I didn't tell him about that."

Bane thinks. It must have come up when he told them about breaking into the Jedi Temple... He sincerely hopes that it wasn't the origin of a deep-seated fear for the poor kid.

He rubs the bridge of his rostrum. Now he's definitely not getting any. "Mighta slipped out on my end," he murmurs.

"Bambi, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard," the Little Lady says. "Let's go back to bed."

"But what if we're next?!" His teddy bantha squeaks as he, presumably, clutches it. "What if ya get up tomorrow an' I'm not me? Or you're not you?"

You let out a snrrk sound and Bane glances at you. You're biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. It's a cute look.

The Little Lady is quiet for a few long seconds. "Well, alright," she says. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to check."

Old habits die hard and Bane jumps off of the bed to hide. But he pauses. This is his place. Those are his kids. What's he doing?

"We can't go in there! Momma and Daddy said to never go in without knocking," Bambi says.

That actually makes Bane snicker. Polite to a fault, that one.

He can practically hear the glare in the girl's voice. "Bambi, you're a moron," she says.

"Yer a moron!" he fires back.

You heave a massive sigh. "Guess we're having company," you mutter. You glance at him and toss your chin at his still hard cock. "Might wanna kill that."

Probably a good idea. As you climb out of bed, he lays back and thinks unsexy thoughts. Third-degree blaster wounds. A six-figure bar tab. Your mother in a bikini.

...Actually, that one's not so bad. But it's actively defeating the purpose of the exercise.

You open the door and dim light spills into the room along with the sound of bickering siblings. "Enough, you two," you say. "I'm not a changeling."

Bambi jumps in front of his sister, holding his teddy bantha like a shield. "Prove it. What's my... Um..." He glances at the Little Lady. "What's somethin' Momma knows?"

"I dunno. How her and Daddy met?"

You let out your chirpy laugh. "Nice try, kid. You're not getting that one until you're older. Try again."

The Little Lady slumps a bit, but purses her lips in thought. "What's Momma's pistol say? The one that Daddy gave her?"

And there's his cue. He hops to his feet and strolls over to the door. "'Anytime, any place, anywhere,'" he says, placing his hands on your waist. "Proposed to her with dat line."

Two little faces light up like Coruscant in the evening. "Daddy!"

They spring into his arms and he's just barely able to catch both of them. The Little Lady throws her arms around his neck and Bambi clings to his chest like a baby monkey lizard, both purring loudly.

You smile and put your hands on your hips. "Wish I got that kind of welcome when I get home," you say.

"You're never gone as long as he is," the Little Lady says.

She grabs his cheek and turns him towards her. She presses her rostrum against his hard enough that he feels the cartilage flex.

A fuzzy, golden warmth fills his chest, overflowing into his belly and seeping into his toes. Such a sweet girl.

Bambi is next, smooshing his rostrum into the hollow of Bane's cheek. "Missed you," he says quietly.

He basks in the warmth for a few moments. Such sweet little things came from him, he muses. Less than a day ago, he shot a man in the temple just because he got a little too close at the cantina bar.

The galaxy is such an ironic place, he thinks.

You clear your throat. "Where's my kiss?" you ask in mock offense.

"Ya already got one," he says.

"Yeah, one. You're getting two. Where's my second one?"

He chuckles. Carefully, he pries the little ones off of him and sets them on the ground. Placing his hands on your waist, he swings you into a dip and gives you a firm kiss.

It's a great kiss. Loving and warm and passionate.

Both of the kids make sounds of disgust. He pulls away to chide them, only for you brush your hand dismissively at the kids and pull him back in.

---

He wakes up to the light thump-thump of two small feet hitting the floor.

"I'll help," the Little Lady whispers.

He opens an eye to see her lifting her brother off of the bed and setting him on the ground. They tiptoe out the door, closing it behind him.

"Where're dey headed?" he asks.

You roll over to drape your arms around his chest. "Making us breakfast, I think," you murmur into the space between his shoulder blades. "So we've got at least ten minutes before they figure out they don't know how to make pancakes."

You hook your leg around his as your hand drifts down to his rumpled trousers. His cock twitches from the warmth alone, and he lets out a deep rumble.

"Careful, missus." He pushes up against your hand, letting you feel his hardness. "Might get me randy."

You wriggle upwards to whisper into his ear. "Is that a promise?"

You always know just what to say. He rolls over and on top of you, pinning you to the bed. You grin up at him.

"Ya really don't know what yer playin' with." He grabs his cock through his trousers, fondling it gently.

"Don't I?" you ask, batting your lashes. "A desperately horny man who hasn't seen his lovely woman in weeks?"

He licks his lips, letting out another rumble. "Get dat gown off 'fore I rip it off."

"Yes sir," you say. You try to sit up and move your arms, but he refuses to unpin you. "Cad, move."

"Nah." Grabbing the front of your gown, he yanks. The fabric tears easily, and he's left holding tatters. He dives in before you have the chance to object.

Home sweet home.

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Fire(man calendar) Hazard - Iwaoi

Heard about a Haikyuu calendar and my brain went from calendar>fireman calendar>iwaoi AU and now we’re here

TW: mentions of fire and crowds!

Part 1 | Part 2

October Man is about to say, "Nobody important." Then he'll gather Tooru into his arms and give him the kiss of life. 

"Medic!" October Man pulls himself out of Tooru's grip, "Medic! I think he needs help, quick, he's asking for assistance!"

Tooru is left gasping for air like a fish on land while paramedics swarm over him, some checking his blood pressure and others shining things at him. In the crush, October Man slips away.  

By the time Tooru's breathing is back in the healthy range and a whole bunch of checks have been done, he's lost sight of October Man. 

Tooru doesn't know if he should rage, cry or climb a tree and demand for October Man to rescue him once more. 

How could he have wasted such a golden opportunity? Certainly, nearly dying from smoke inhalation had been a minor snag in the plan but really, Tooru was disappointed in himself for losing October Man just like that. 

They're loading him into the ambulance for more checks at the hospital and Tooru is lying in the stretcher fuming when he sees the familiar spiky black hair that graces his living room wall. 

With what little strength he has left, he launches himself upright and stumbles off the ambulance to the alarm of the paramedics. 

While he may not have nailed the adorable Bambi look earlier, he's certainly nailing the Bambi on ice routine since his legs fail to cooperate and several lunging steps in, his knees buckle for the third time today. 

Right in time for him to crash straight into October Man whose arms instinctively come up to hold onto Tooru. 

"Whoa, you okay?" He asks, his voice full of concern. 

Tooru melts. Not only is October Man hot as sin, he's also sweet and kind! 

"Are you a fireman?" Tooru's mouth works faster than his brain and October Man's brows furrow in response. 

"Uh, yeah," He's half carrying Tooru and half supporting him back to the ambulance, not really paying attention to what Tooru's saying.  

"Cause I have a fire only you can put out," Tooru blurts before clapping a hand over his mouth and feeling a hot flush start from his ears and rush to his cheeks. 

October Man has stopped short, staring at Tooru with his mouth slightly open in surprise and Tooru vaguely wonders if going back into the smoky building would be less painful than this humiliation. 

Tooru's face is the real fire now, with the way his cheeks are flaming. 

"Anyway, thanks for rescuing me, bye now," He chirps and bolts back to the ambulance on shaky legs, clambering up and very carefully never looking back. 

Thankfully, the ambulance starts and then they're off before Tooru can make even more of a fool of himself. 

---

"You used a firefighter pick up line," Makki snorts, "On the guy who saved you."

Tooru doesn't respond, just sinks his face into his hands. 

"Who is also the guy who's in the firefighter calendar you've been mooning over for more than half a year," Mattsun grins sadistically. 

Tooru flops face down into his pillow, making a sound of frustrated resignation. 

"Didn't you say you have a 99.9% success rate with anyone you try to pick up?" Makki prods at the lump on the bed that is Tooru. His voice is full of teasing glee as it has been once they found out that Tooru is well and is only being kept overnight for observation. 

The doctors have proclaimed that Tooru is fine, his lungs may be a bit clogged up, which explains the oxygen mask he's just discarded in order to properly wallow in shame and self-pity, but they think that he'll be fine after 24 hours and some medicine to take at home. 

The bruising on his shoulder is already purpling but nothing is fractured. 

So in actual fact, the most wounded thing is Tooru's pride. 

He'd seen himself when he finally got in front of a reflective surface and he does realize why literally throwing himself into October Man's arms didn't work. 

His eyes were bloodshot behind his glasses, both from rushing the report and from the smoke. His face was sooty and he can't even convince himself that it's in a way that helps him contour a little. He can't even begin to consider the state his hair had been in.  

Sighing, he shoves his face a little harder into the pillow as if hoping that a little more oxygen deprivation can erase the memories of the last six hours. 

"Guess you're going to have to revise that statistic to maybe, say, 80% successful after this?" Mattsun chortles. 

Tooru sits up with an indignant retort on his tongue but it never gets delivered. 

"Oi, you're supposed to have the oxygen mask on until the doctors clear you," October Man is frowning in the doorway and looking exactly like he does in the calendar except that he's not holding a dog and has more clothes on. 

"Holy shit, it's really 99.9%," Tooru hears Makki whisper but it doesn't really register, not when his entire brain is trying to figure out why October Man is here. Is he lost? Or did he come to press charges for harassment? 

Oh my god, Tooru's game had been so awful that the fireman is going to take it to court? 

While Tooru's brain had been flailing and running through panicked possibilities, October Man has approached, giving polite nods to Tooru's friends and stopping at the edge of Tooru's hospital bed. 

"I need to eat and I need someone to watch me eat," Mattsun drawls, his eyes flicking mischievously between the two, "Be back in an hour or never."

Tooru, his mouth agape, watches his friends abandon him to die a slow death of humiliation and then startles when October Man reaches towards him. 

Picking up the oxygen mask on the bed, October Man presses it into Tooru's hands, "Put it back on, you need it to recover."

Numbly, Tooru follows the instructions, only pausing just before the oxygen mask actually lands on his face. Abruptly, he yanks it back off when he remembers that he already looked like crap in front of this man and it's currently his only chance to look like his normal, dashing self. 

"Wait, why are you here?" Tooru stares up at October Man. His heart is pounding but even if the slight frown creasing October Man's face, Tooru can't find it in himself to actually be scared or worried. 

October Man looks the most uneasy Tooru's seen him all day and that includes the part when October Man was literally carrying Tooru out of a burning building. 

"You- Um, just now-" October Man's frown deepens and he takes a breath that sounds like an angry sigh. 

Again, Tooru really cannot find a shred of fear in himself, because this frown seems to be doing it for Tooru and he's more interested instead of less, now that October Man is here, scowling at him in the flesh. 

"You're insane, you know that?" October Man finally snaps, but there's no bite to it, just incredulous exasperation. 

Tooru continues staring, the oxygen mask forgotten in his hands. 

"You're the only idiot I know who would drop a pick up line after nearly dying in a fire," October Man glares at Tooru and ooh, Tooru wants to keep being on the receiving end of that glare. 

"You're the only firefighter I know who looks that good after fighting a fire," Tooru retorts because clearly the smoke didn't kill him but managed to kill his brain to mouth filter. 

To Tooru's absolute delight, a light blush blooms in October Man's cheeks. It's the most adorable thing Tooru has ever seen and he's even more thrilled to discover that more than being just a hot guy on a calendar, October Man is actually really cute. 

"Don't-" October Man starts, before huffing and impatient exhale and then snatching the oxygen mask from Tooru's hands. In one smooth move, he's fitted it on Tooru's face and wow, it really is easier to breathe now. 

In favour of breathing normally, Tooru decides to hope that the brief moment of seeing his face properly would be enough for October Man and to keep the oxygen mask on. 

"Do you flirt with everyone you meet like this?" October Man frowns but it's different now, Tooru is able to tell that it's less perturbed than before and he wonders how much concern October Man's scowling actually conceals. 

Then the question registers. 

Now, it's Tooru's turn to frown. 

"Listen here, Mr Sexy October Man," Tooru sits up on his knees to get on eye level with October Man and prods a finger in his chest with every word, "I'm naturally charming but I only flirt with people I like so you better figure out what that means or I'm gonna stop flirting with you."

"Mr Sexy October Man?" October Man sputters before his expression clarifies into comprehension, "Oh, the calendar."

"Exactly, that calendar has ruined my life," Tooru's on a roll and the oxygen mask is steaming up so he wrenches it off and keeps going, "Why are y'all all with the best dogs I've ever seen? Whose idea was that, huh? Did y'all consider the impact of having hot guys and cute dogs? Most importantly, who the heck is Aki?"

Okay so maybe the stress of the day is finally getting to him. But Tooru is beyond the initial humiliation and he'll be damned if this hot firefighter thinks he's flirting with him for fun. October Man has taken over his brain and if Tooru isn't going to get over him today, it better be because he's getting together with him. 

Tooru watches as October Man mouths 'Aki' while his frown deepens and his hand flits up to the shoulder, before his eyes widen. 

"Is that why you were tapping my shoulder?" He asks, "I thought you needed medical attention!"

"Why would you ask that?" October Man continues when Tooru just raises an eyebrow at him, "You literally just got pulled out from a burning building."

"Why not? I have my priorities straight," Tooru sniffs then pauses, "Or, not straight."

He cracks a grin at October Man's pained expression. 

"My dog used to love autumn," October Man finally says, after several breaths have passed, "She loved catching leaves and she loved the temperature and everything about the season."

"We should have named her Aki," October Man smiles ruefully, "So when she passed, I got that tattoo. I miss her every day but I miss her more when the leaves change."

If there's one thing Tooru's a sucker for more than sexy men, it's dogs. By the time October Man has stopped talking, Tooru has tears in his eyes and he has completely lost track of his original mission. 

"Do you have a photo?" He asks in a small voice, "Of her?"

October Man looks briefly surprised before fishing out his phone.  

He shows Tooru a bunch of photos of the best dog ever (every dog is the best dog ever to Tooru) and Tooru makes heart eyes and melts even more at every photo.  

Tooru swipes back to a shot with October Man in it. He's in a cozy sweater, boots and a beanie that makes his face look cuter than ever. He's on his knees, roughhousing with his dog and whoever took the photo must have been laughing because it's a little blurry. 

But the sheer happiness that radiates from it is undeniable. 

Tooru smiles wider at every photo but this one makes him smile until his eyes turn into crescents and the corners wrinkle. 

"This one," He points, turning that bright grin onto October Man, "This one is even better than the one in the calendar, they should have just used this."

October Man looks slightly stunned before turning the screen to look at the shot. 

"Yeah," He says softly, then louder, "Yeah, you're right. It wouldn't have sold as much though."

"Rubbish," Tooru scoffs, "I would have bought the entire stock if the calendar was just this photo for every month of the year."

October Man's expression is something soft now, the edges of a smile tilting his lips up. 

"Then you won't be able to call me Mr Sexy October Man anymore, you'll have to call me Calendar Man or something," He snorts. 

"Or," Tooru looks slyly up at October Man through his lashes, "You can just tell me your name and I can call you that instead."

"Iwaizumi," Iwaizumi offers and finally, finally, Tooru has a name to the face that's been running through his mind for more than half the year. 

"Nice to finally meet you, Iwa-chan," Tooru sticks his hand out, "I'm Oikawa and I promise I'm not usually like this about guys on calendars although I'm usually also more charming than this."

Tooru waits for Iwaizumi to mouth 'Iwa-chan' to himself before glancing at Tooru, the same knowing look he had given the camera in the calendar. Tooru feels his heart rate speed up. 

"How about you recover properly first," Iwaizumi firmly sets the oxygen mask on Tooru's face again, "And then you can show me how much more charming you can be."

Tooru's eyes light up. 

"You mean…" His expression grows mischievous, "I've sparked an interest in you?" 

Tooru laughs as Iwaizumi groans. But he can't hide the small smile that has found its way onto his face. 

Tooru doesn't tell Iwaizumi about his firefighter calendar pre orders for next year until their third date. 

#iwaoi #iwaoi fic #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #fireman au #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites

[tuiyla]

And That’s What Your Really Missed S1E5 The Rhodes Not Taken

The guest star last week was the one and only Amber Riley and her episode was way too short but she’s a gem and talked about winning The Masked Singer. This week’s is casting director Robert J. Ulrich which should be good as well, but let’s look at the main episode of The Rhodes Not Taken’s recap first.

Both the Showmance and ATWYRM episodes are of course full of love and adoration for Kristin Chenoweth and her professionalism and kindness. Kevin and Jenna talk about the significance of Somebody to Love and remember poking gentle fun at Cory. I think this time around both of them were more vocal about Rachel’s shenanigans and joked about Tina and Artie being expensive guest stars because typically neither had much to say. Overall it’s remembering Kristin’s first guest star role fondly.

Tartie takes:

Cringe moment: April teaching Mertina to steal

Worst dance move: none

Best song: Somebody to Love

Best line: oh Bambi, I cried so hard when the hunters killed your mother

Best performance by a prop: April’s pink wine glass

Didn’t age well: everything did (note: really, guys? lol this is the episode where April is implied to have slept with the football team jfc Kevin and Jenna do better)

Shit we found on tiktok:

Pitch Perfect poking fun at Glee during the riff-off scene with the category “songs ruined by Glee”

I didn’t feel like this ATWYRM episode added much at all to the Showmance recap but that’s generally the feeling I get

#atwyrm recap #glee #and that's what you really missed

[werewolfbansheelove]

1X05 - The Rhodes Not Taken (P2)

SCENE 16 : Corridor - Kurt and Emma

Ring - Kurt, drunk, arrived at his locker. Then Emma perceives and feels the smell of alcohol. She approaches him.

Emma : Kurt? Hi.

Kurt's face turns pale and wan.

Emma : Kurt. I'm a girl who knows her solvents, and your breath smells like rubbing alcohol.

Kurt approximating it from getting worse.

Kurt : Oh, Bambi. I cried so hard when those hunters sh*t your mommy.

Kurt vomiting on the shoes of Emma.

Emma : Oh! ....

SCENE 17 : Rest Room - Will and Emma

Emma, petrified into the room and joined Will seated.

Will : Hey, Em. Just trying to figure out the set list for Saturday.

Emma : I just got back from the emergency room. Had them give me four decontamination showers. I think they call that "the full Silkwood."

Will : What happened?

Emma : Kurt was drunk and he ralphed on me. Not really fessing up to how he got the booze just yet, but I'm pretty sure it's not a fake ID, because he looks like an 11-year-old milkmaid. Will, I think it was April. Her backpack's always clinking with empties.

Will : I'm so sorry. I....I will, I'll talk to him.

Emma : Okay.

Will : Mm... (Sighing)

Emma sat down.

Emma : I'm, um, I'm a little bit worried about the glee club.

Will : So am I. I mean... (sighs) if we don't place at regionals, it...it's all over.

Emma : We have obligations as teachers, Will, to give kids opportunities for growth and enrichment. With April in Glee, you're taking away a kid's chance to grow, and you're giving it to someone whose brain is soaked in corn booze.

Will : April's not finished, Emma. And if Glee's gonna win, I need to give her a second chance. She is a talented performer and I really think that the kids are going to learn a lot of valuable technique from her.

Emma : Okay. But I think you need to think about... why you're doing this and what you're willing to sacrifice to get it.

Emma went away leaving Will meditate on these words.

SCENE 18 : Repetition Hall's - Sandy and Rachel

Sandy, angry typing stick to Rachel again.

Sandy : (Screaming)... You...suck!

SCENE 19 : WC - Rachel and April

Rachel weeping face in the mirror when between April.

April : Oh... Rough day at the office, cookie?

Rachel : I've just got a lot on my plate. It's not easy being in the spotlight.

April : Mm... (Now disguised)

Rachel : It's the difficult road I've chosen.

April : Yeah. I know that song, sister. Um, do you have any NyQuil? I could use a little pick-me-up.

Rachel, frightened, shaking his head.

April : No. These high school boys are a lot hotter than they used to be. That Finn Hudson is one cutie pie I gots my eye on.

Rachel : Finn's taken, April.

April : Yeah, well, some guys like a little somethin'...somethin' on the side.

Rachel : I think your behavior is totally inappropriate and your presence in this school is a complete travesty. What you choose to do with your life is your own business, but don't go around screwing up everyone else's.

April : I'm not afraid of you, sweetie. There was a time when I was the biggest star around here. And now that I've got that back... I'm never letting it go.

April goes off leaving Rachel alone.

SCENE 20 : Bowling - Rachel, Finn, Will and April

Rachel face the balls, hesitantly, speaks with Finn.

Rachel : Do I have to put my fingers in the holes? Couldn't there be diseases in there or something?

Finn : Oh, no. Ball sharing's all part of the fun.

Finn taking a pink ball and handing her the ball.

Finn : ... Here, use the pink one. Pink's your favorite color, right?

Rachel, smiling, takes it.

Rachel : Now what?

Finn : Follow my lead.

Rachel and Finn settling face bowling. Finn behind her, placing his arms.

Finn : Okay, so... Just look at the pins. Nice and straight.

Rachel, helped by Finn, throwing the ball that lands in the reserve. Finn laughs.

Finn : You sure this is your first time?

Finn carting but she smiled. For their part, April plays and scores a strike against Will enthusiastic.

Will : Oh, ho....ho! April!

April : Woo-hoo!

Will : You see what you can accomplis when you're sober?

April : Sober? I'm rolling on a fistful of horse tranquilizers. I can't feel my lips. (laughing) Oh, you know... I think I'm going to keep these shoes. ( Drinking)

Will more and more exasperated.

Will : April... I brought you here because I need to talk to you.

April : Okay.

Will : I'm concerned that you're a bad influence on the glee club. I can't have you around if you're going to continue to encourage them to make bad choices.

April, surprisingly, is silent for a moment.

April : .... Well, you're right, Will. As of right now, I'm back on the wagon.

April, giving him his glass.

Will : Really? That's great.

Both laugh.

Will : I have to tell you something. I was in awe of you in high school. I mean, of all the roads I never traveled in my life, the one I regret the most was never... getting the chance to sing with you.

April : Really?

Will : Yeah. I mean, that's how you get better, you know? Singing with people who are better than you.

April : You really thought that much of me?

Will : April .... You are the reason I joined Glee Club.

April : No....(Embarassed) ... So, your dream was always to sing with me, huh?

Will : Yeah.

April : Well, then, come on.

Will : What?

April : Come on!

April involving Will karaoke bowling. She handing him a microphone

Barry : Hey, April, karaoke's on Wednesdays....tonight's bingo.

April : Shut your gravy hole, Barry.

Will (Micro) : Hey, guys, uh, happy gambling. Here we go.

Will and April - Song : Alone

On stage at karaoke, Will and April singing a duet with an audience very satisfied and reluctant to as.

April : Thank you!

Will takes it in the arm with an audience who applauded warmly. While on their side, Rachel and Finn are at the table eating a pizza.

Rachel : This is really good pizza.

Finn : Mm... Yeah. I think they import the pepperoni from, like, Michigan or something.

Rachel : How's Glee?

Finn : Oh, well, everybody misses you.

Rachel : They miss my talent.

Finn : No, no. We're your friends. We just miss having you around.

Rachel : I love Glee, I just... don't see the point in wasting my énergies on someplace that I'm not appreciated.

Finn : I appreciate you.

Finn rising sharply and handing him a ball.

Finn : It's your last ball.

Rachel rising in turn to join him.

Finn : Just like the first time, but better.

Rachel, ready, kiss the ball and throws it. She managed a strike.

Rachel : Ah! ...

Rachel was ecstatic, jumping around in the arms of which Finn. Suddenly, she kisses him.

Finn : Come back to Glee.

Rachel : What about Quinn?

Finn : I don't know what's going to happen in the future. I just know that I want to spend more time with you now.

Rachel : I'll....I'll have to quit the play. I'll do it!

Finn, surprised, takes her in his arms.

SCENE 21 : Repetition Hall's - Cast

The cast talking in a corner all cases Quinn.

Tina : She is strange.

Kurt : Maybe Quinn is lactose intolerant.

Artie : That doesn't explain all the crying.

Tina : Maybe she just doesn't like the group.

Puck, annoyed, listen away.

Puck : Are you all that stupid? Seriously? I bet you thought Bert and Ernie were just roommates. Maybe Quinn's got one in the oven.

Everyone is shocked.

Mercedes : Who's the baby's daddy?

Puck : Who do you think? Finn.

Rachel, happy at that moment between.

Rachel : Yes, you've heard right....I am returning to Glee Club. In lieu of flowers, please send all donations to a socially conscious charity of your choice.

Mercedes ( Whispering) : This is a hot damn mess.

Santana ( Whispering) : Oh! My God!

Rachel : Uh, I'm sorry; I thought I'd be welcomed back with a tad more enthusiasm.

Kurt : Sorry, Glee Club has just been rocked with its first scandal.

Mercedes : Quinn's knocked up.

Kurt : And the baby daddy? Finn.

Rachel, completely stunned, feels wrong.

SCENE 22 : Emma Office's - Finn and Emma

Finn, happy, hands over files to Emma.

Finn : I just wanted to drop off the application for that scholarship you were telling me about. I got Rachel to come back to Glee, so, I figure we have a real sh*t at it.

Emma : I'm so proud of you. See what you can accomplis when you set your mind to it?

SCENE 23 : Corridor - Rachel, Finn and Sue

Finn, happy, Rachel crosses, pissed.

Rachel : Finn.

Rachel slaps him.

Rachel : You're a liar. Why didn't you tell me Quinn was pregnant?

Finn : Who told you?

Rachel : Everyone knows but me. I'm the only fool who went out with you and let you kiss me, thinking you actually had feelings for me.

Finn : But I....I do. Look, yeah, I haven't been totally honest with you, but that's different than lying.

Rachel : Mm... (Sighing)

Finn : Well, maybe it's not that much different, but... but look, I need to get a music scholarship, so I can go to college, so I can get a good job, so I can take care of my kid and I can't do that if you don't come back to Glee Club. You should take it as a compliment.

Rachel : You could have just been honest with me.

Finn : ... Look, I know what I did was wrong. I get that, but... that kiss was real.

Rachel : Whatever it was, it ruined any chance of me ever coming back to Glee. I hope you have fun playing house with Quinn while you languish in your little ensemble, but my dreams are bigger than that and they're bigger than you.

Rachel goes to find Sue.

Rachel : Miss Sylvester. We need to talk. If you'd like to to return to the musical, changes need to be made.

Sue : Well, Rachel, I couldn't agree with you more. You know, when I heard Sandy wanted to write himself into a scene as Queen Cleopatra, I was aroused, then furious. I hereby grant you complete artistic control. Congratulations, kiddo.

Rachel smiled and Sue.

Sue : ... You now have everything you could possibly want. Isn't it a great feeling?

Sue goes off leaving Rachel perplexed.

SCENE 24 : Repetition Hall's - Cast, Will, April and Emma

The cast repeating piano.

Cast : Mia.... Mia....Mia .... Mia .... Mia...........Mia....Mia.... Mia.... Mia....Mia....

Will interrupts.

Will : The house is packed... you guys are going to kick butt tonight. Your first performance in front of a real audience. I can't wait. You guys are going to love it.

The cast smiled at Will.

Will : Where...Where's April?

April arriving drunk.

April : Yee-haw! (laughing) Right on cue, as usual. Hey, roller-boy. Handsome. Oh, I like that color. Have you been working on the, uh, moves we talked... You've got something right there, on your...

April embracing Puck. Will it back up.

April : Uh, oh... Honk! There's my boy.

Will : Are you drunk? You promised me you'd sober up for this.

April : When? Last night? Well, I was drunk. You can't hold me to that.

Emma enter.

Emma : Hum! Hum! Will.

April : Hit it, knuckles. You... You....You...You...You...

Will and Emma out for a moment in the corridor to talk.

Emma : April Rhodes almost ran me over in the parking lot just now, Will. You can't let her go on in her condition.

Will : There is an auditorium full of people waiting to see us perform and if she doesn't go on, none of the kids can.

Emma : Wow. It's really great how committed you are to these kids.

Emma goes against Will, exasperated.

SCENE 25 : Auditorium - Figgins, le Cast and April

Figgins front of the room talking.

Figgins (Micro) : Now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome McKinley High School's New Directions.

The audience applauds the stage door.

April et le Cast - Song : Last Name

Despite the fact that April is drunk on stage, the cast performs a fine performance in front of a captivated audience.

SCENE 26 : Corridor - Will and April

Will, waiting in front of the girls' bathroom, so that April stops vomiting. Moments later, April leaves the toilet but Will intercepts.

April : Mm... Mm...

Will : I need to talk to you.

April : Sorry. Baby had to tinkle. Come on. Act two.

Will : No, I can't let you go back out there. You broke a promise.

April : ... You're right. It's a great moment for me, but it didn't feel right. I don't belong up there. But everybody desserves their moment in the spotlight, you know, to shine? Oh, I got that standing ovation, Will. And it felt amazing. Like every bad decision I'd ever made just went away. I was back in the game. But then I look over and I see these sweet faces of these kids and I think... "I'm hogging their sunshine. It's their turn now, not yours."

Will nodded.

April : ... They're so Lucky to have you, Will, because you won't let what happened to me ever happen to any of them.

Will : So, where you gonna go?

April : Well, um... I'm going to straighten up. Maybe try to find a new dream. You know, I always loved the Broadway.

Will : The Broadway.

Both laugh.

April : Do you think there's a part out there for a washed-up has-been like me?

Will : April, you are not washed-up. And hey, there's always Branson.

April : Will ... Will ... Will ...

April gives him a kiss on the cheek, happy when he takes her in his arms.

Will : Thank you.

April : Oh... (wry laugh) No, no, no. Thank you.

April away from him.

April : Branson, eh?

Will, happy, observed without going.

SCENE 27 : Wings - Cast and Will

All the cast dressed for the second half when Will enters. Artie falls on him.

Artie : They loved us! We're a hit.

Tina : Wh...Wh...Where's April?

Kurt : You were right, Mr Shue. She'd m*ssacre Mariah in a diva-off.

Will : April is amazing. But she's not in the glee club anymore.

Everyone is surprised.

Will : It... I, uh... I screwed up bringing her here. It was about me and Glee Club is supposed to be about you guys. You don't need her to be great.

Mercedes : But we need her for the second act.

Will : I'll just have to go out there and tell them we had to cut the show short.

Everyone is disappointed.

Will : Hey, guys. You were great. Don't worry.

Rachel enters at that moment.

Will : There will be other performances.

Rachel : Excuse me? I think I might have a solution. In show business, when a star can't perform, her understudy steps in. I'd be happy to go in for April, if you'd let me.

Mercedes : Since when are you willing to be an understudy?

Rachel : Since I quit the play.

Kurt : Really? Why?

Rachel : I realized being a star didn't make me feel as special as being your friend. If I'd let you down when you needed me the most, I'd never forgive myself. I know all the words to the song.

Quinn : You don't know the choreography.

Santana approving.

Finn : Then we're going to have to give her a lot of help out there.

Finn smiling to Rachel.

Will : Go get in your costume.

SCENE 28 : Auditorium - Cast and Will

Will joining Emma next to her seat.

Will : Excuse-me!

Emma, concerned when the cast joins the scene.

Cast - Song : Somebody to love

The entire New directions a hit on stage in front of an appreciative audience and won that Emma is very excited.

[fr00t-snacc]

Bambi noticed a bizarre reunion in the making

#feel the glee #FtG #feel the glee bambi #feel the glee splenda #feel the glee lenny #my webcomic #webcomic #my art #artists on tumblr #digitalart #procreate #original character #comic #my comic #Instagram

[reidyoulikeabook]

B is for Blindfolds

Summary: The BAU Christmas party is held at the office. Penelope is full of terrible ideas, but somehow Emily’s are worse.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, use of a blindfold (for a fun game, not anything sexy here), pining, idiots who don’t realise their love is reciprocated as HELL (they will, but not quite yet).

Word count: 3k

A/N: okay so i really had fun writing this one!!! i have a solid solid direction of where this is headed now and i’m EXCITED about it! as always, please let me know what you think :) this is technically Wednesday’s update, and there’ll be another on Friday!

This is the second chapter of the A-Z of Spencer Reid series, but can be read as a stand alone.

The team, yourself included, are more than ready to let off a little steam. There was no point trying to book anywhere in advance, not with the sporadic nature of festive serial killers, so you’d taken over the office. Penelope had, in eager anticipation of your return, decked it out like a winter wonderland.

“Seriously, it looks like someone robbed a grotto,” Emily had joked.

She wasn’t wrong. A seven-foot Christmas tree, God knows how she’d smuggled that into the building, obscured the hallway outside Hotch’s office. It was dripping in tinsel, baubles, you name it. It even had a nutcrucker man. Mistletoe was hung, obviously in a way she believed to be covert, and maybe it would have been if you weren’t all deeply familiar with the antics of Penelope I-Love-The-Holidays Garcia. You’re all careful to sidestep it as you walk in, knowing she’s a stickler for the rules. All equally reluctant to invoke her wrath before a glass of eggnog or two.

On the table, there’s a selection of alcohol laid out. Alongside a bunch of pink glittery cups.

“I got everything!” Penelope chirps.

“I can see that baby girl,” Morgan chimes in, greeting her with a hug.

She really has: there’s juice, fruit, almost every liquor you can think of (including the fancy whiskey that Rossi and Hotch like to get out at dinner), wine of varying colours, and what looks to be some fancy fruit cider. From the spread, and the mischevious twinkle in her eye, you’re sure she won’t be letting you escape unscathed.

At that thought, you can’t help but steal a glance to your right.

Spencer. The man is stood next to you with folded arms, surveying the options in a way that almost looks pensive.

Got to behave myself

I will behave myself

Will he be drinking?

That question is answered when he takes a step towards the table, stepping behind it. He picks up a plastic cup and, playing bartender, asks.

“So, what can I get you?”

***

“Mixology is pretty much the same as any other kind of chemistry,” Spencer explains, gesturing with the hand that’s holding his cup and swilling the liquid, “It’s about balancing the right components to get the combination you want. A lot of the recipes call for more alcohol than is strictly necessary for the flavour they provide. Usually the other elements of the drink are designed to bring out the flavour or mask it, depending on what alcohol you’re using. Almost always you want to mask the taste of vodka, but tequila you try to balance it out.”

Spencer is leant on the desk next to you, rambling, having been allowed to be in charge of making everybody’s drinks over the past couple of hours.

Sipping the concoction he’s made you, you have to admit he’s done a pretty good job.

He clearly agrees, since he’s consumed more than a couple himself. He’s just tipsy enough to push at the boundaries of affection, his shoulder pressing against yours, his happy eyes a little glassy. You listen, hanging on every word he says, watching him lick his lips before he continues speaking again.

“That’s why they serve tequila shots with lime and salt.”

“And here I was thinking they were just making it fun for body shots,” Emily cuts in, making Morgan and Penelope laugh.

You see the look on Penelope’s face and intercept her before she can start, “Don’t even think about it.”

“But!”

“No!” You shake your head, “You really think Hotch is going to go for body shots?”

Hotch laughs dryly, taking a sip of the whiskey he’s been nursing, “That’s one I think I’ll refrain from participating in.”

“Fine,” Penelope pouts, “But everybody’s doing pin the tail on the donkey!”

“Pin the tail on the donkey? What are we, 5 years old?” Emily laughs.

You lean in against Spencer, who has been quietly surveying the last few moments. Your fingers slip slightly beneath his buttoned sleeves, coming to rest on his forearm.

“Balance,” You whisper quietly.

He nods, shifting to allow you to lean more closely into him on the desk.

It’s hard not to get distracted by your proximity to him.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

Maybe. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good. If you squinted, you might just look like a couple. That’s certainly what it looks like to Dave, who gives you a cursory once over before training his gaze elsewhere. Your heads are almost touching, Spencer is slouching but keeps his neck just stiff enough to avoid resting atop of yours. You’re casually against his body, the two of you strewn across the desk. It looks comfortable, familiar.

It feels comfortable, familiar.

It’s only because you’re drunk.

***

After a singular round of pin the tail on the donkey, during which a blindfolded Emily decided to go rogue and try to pin the tail on the moving-very-quickly-out-of-dodge Hotch, it’s decided the blindfolds will be used for a different purpose.

Trust falls.

Well, not so much trust falls, as you’re each blindfolded and tasked with the challenge of walking across the bullpen without falling. 

“We’ll pair up!” Penelope announces, rubbing her hands together with glee, “Hotch you’re with Rossi, Emily you’re with me, Derek you’re with ____, and Spencer you’re with J.J!”

Oh

You will away the tinge of disappointment that flares in your chest at not having been paired with Spencer. Although, when you look up at him, you swear you can see a similar feeling sitting behind his eyes.

Probably reading too much into it

“Reid has an unfair advantage,” J.J argues, interrupting your thoughts.

“How do I have an unfair advantage?” Spencer asks.

“Eidetic memory,” She replies.

There are murmers of dissent, then Rossi pipes up.

“If you can’t make it across the bullpen you walk everyday without falling, I think you seriously need to consider whether you should be out in the field with a gun.”

Everybody laughs. They laugh more, though, when Rossi falls on his first attempt, crashing into Hotch. The two decide to resign from the game after that. Hotch plays the health and safety card, but privately you think it’s the double whiskeys that have betrayed him.

“You think you can do it?” You ask Spencer.

He smirks, “I could do it in my sleep.”

You shake your head, “Your legs are too long. You’re like Bambi at the best of times, let alone three mai tais in.”

“Two,” He objects, you quirk a brow and he relents, “Fine, three. And a whiskey Rossi gave me which was awful. I drank it fast and then he told me that one glass I’d had would cost $40. Who would pay $40 to drink that voluntarily?”

“Rossi, Hotch, Emily,” You smile, nudging him with your elbow, “And don’t think you’ve distracted me Spence, I’m still betting you fall.”

“You’re betting?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re that confident in my ability to mess up,” He teases.

“Something like that.”

He grins, “You’ll see.”

He takes the blindfold when it’s his turn, smirking at you as he adjusts it onto his face. It’s with a great degree of annoyance that you watch him clear the bullpen in five easy, and somehow very elegant, steps.

“Go Spence!” J.J cheers, her previous displeasure completely forgotten.

“Pretty boy!” Morgan cheers.

Without taking the blindfold off, Spencer tilts his head to exactly where you’re standing, smirking, “You wanna go next, ____?”

It’s hard not to visibly react to what his cockiness does to you.

You swallow, “Fine. Give it here.”

***

You move your feet confidently one in front of the other. After almost a year of walking the bullpen, you’re pretty certain you can get across it unscathed. You even remember to swing your hip to the right to miss the Santa gnome gone fishing currently hanging off Derek’s desk. In doing so, however, you manage to get yourself all caught up.

With a single step, you feel yourself slipping, arms flailing and managing to catch on to absolutely nothing. You panic.

"Spencer!"

"Spencer?!"

Spencer.

You recognise the feeling of his hands steadying you at your waist. He pulls you against his body, tucking your outstretched arm into him to steady you. You vaguely register Derek’s amused chuckle from behind you.

“I got you,” Spencer says, “Stay still, I’ll take the blindfold off.”

His hands gently slide up your cheeks, lifting it with care to avoid yanking on your hair. He pulls it up and away from your head smoothly.

The lights are dizzyingly bright. You blink rapidly, allowing your eyes to adjust on the face of the slightly concerned, slightly amused looking Spencer hovering above you. His left hand lingering against your cheek. You forget yourself entirely, lost in the intimacy of his touch, barely daring to blink in case it’s gone.

“Mistletoe!” Penelope cackles with glee, breaking your reverie.

“What?” You ask.

Spencer looks up. You follow his gaze, seeing the strategically placed mistletoe. In guiding you to safety, Spencer had walked right into Penelope’s trap.

Oh.

Derek teases something, underscored by a quip from Emily that has them both in hysterics. Neither you or Spencer are really listening.

He’s already so close to you. The pressure of his hand on your cheek starting to make you flush with warmth. His thumb strokes downwards, over your cheekbone. You tilt yourself a little towards him. Trying desperately to act casual, but ultimately failing miserably. His breath fans over your face, smelling faintly of rum and lime.

“Not like this,” He whispers, so quiet that only you can possibly hear him.

He presses a kiss to your cheek instead.

Fuck.

“Very exciting stuff guys,” Emily chirps.

Vaguely, you’re aware of J.J admonishing her, Rossi’s eyes studying you, Derek’s laughter, Penelope’s squeal of delight that someone had finally fallen into her trap.

Your heart thumps in your chest, and you wonder if it’s loud enough for Spencer to hear. From the way he swallows thickly, stepping back with a degree of caution and a look of a deer caught in the headlines, you think it probably was.

Fuck.

What did he mean not like this?

***

After the mistletoe debaccle, the party starts to die down a little. Hotch makes an excuse to leave, shortly followed by Rossi.

You stick around for a little while longer, devoting most of your time to the decidedly tipsy Penelope who’s hanging off Derek’s arm. The mood is nice, actually, a welcome change from the tense atmosphere that often clouds the bullpen, and its occupants wherever in the US they may be.

It’s a little after 1am when you decide to make your exit.

“Do you want to share an Uber?” You ask Spencer, gripping onto his elbow as he walks past.

“Yeah! I was planning on taking the metro but you’ll be safer in an Uber.”

“Are you...sharing it with me?” You ask, feeling a little awkward at having to repeat the request for clarification. The tipsiness you’d initially felt has started to wear off; it leaves both tiredness and an odd shyness in its place.

“Oh no! Of course!” He smiles, grabbing his satchel from where it’s slung over the back of his chair, “We’ll get them to drop you off first, then me.”

***

The wait for the Uber is silent, but not uncomfortable. You loll against Spencer, comfortable in the quiet. The only sounds to be heard of keys as various other agents leave the building. It’s easy to tell which are coming from the grind of the paperwork and which are coming from their own parties. You’d like to attribute it to a years worth of profiling experience but the tinsel around Jerry from White Collar Crimes’ neck is a tad on the nose.

You don’t speak until it arrives, climbing in and closing the door. Clicking your seatbelt into place.

“Sorry about embarassing us before,” You say, purposely being ambiguous.

He squints at you for a moment before opening his mouth, “You mean calling for me when you fell?”

“Yeah,” You say,

“You didn’t embarass me,” He says, quiet, “It was nice actually. Nobody’s ever called for me when they’ve been in trouble before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I uh, I guess I’m not the most athletic. People usually go to Morgan if they need some kind of physical help. It was nice. That you wanted me. Even if you are drunk.”

“I’d have asked for you sober,” You admit.

He squints in response, and you continue, “I trust you Spence. I trust you to always have my back in the field, to protect me. I’d trust you with my life. I mean, of course I’d trust any one of the others, the team wouldn’t work otherwise. But,” You trail off, a little embarassed.

“But it’s different.”

“Yeah. Like you’re the person I’m closest to I guess. In the almost year I’ve been here, we’ve worked together the most. I think I have the best working relationship with you. If ever there was a crisis, I’d want you. Even if the crisis is me tripping on my own shoelaces while blindfolded.”

You both laugh at that. It’d be easy to succumb to a comfortable silence again, let the moment fizzle out.

“I think the same about you,” He says, his voice cracks a little with the sincerity, “Whenever anything goes wrong. You’re the person I want to talk to.”

You move your hand forward to close the gap between you two, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it, “I’m really glad we have each other Spence.”

“Even when I beat you?” The playful glint in his eye is back.

“Even when you beat me.”

“If I remember correctly, and I usually do, you actually owe me for losing the bet.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you said ‘I’m still betting you fail.’“

You smile, “We never agreed what we were betting.”

“We didn’t.”

"So what do you want as your prize then, Rudolph?”

“Rudolph?” He laughs a little, incredulously.

“Well I called you Bambi before and obviously you’ve proved you’re more talented, I needed to pick a respectably agile deer.”

“Rudolph was known for his nose, not his agility.”

“The song says he guided the sleigh Spence, he couldn’t have done that if he wasn’t agile.”

He shakes his head at you, “He was just in charge of the lights.”

“Did they or did they not get around the world safely?”

“The song never clarifies that.”

“It’d be a little dark for them to kill off Rudolph.”

“Probably why they didn’t include it in the song.”

You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes, “Well anytime you decide to stop nitpicking my compliments and decide what you want as your prize is fine by me, honestly.”

He smiles, obviously having decided to answer you sincerely. You study him as he, presumably weighs up his options, his teeth momentarily catching his plush lower lip. You swear you see his eyes flicker to your mouth. But then you blink, and he’s studying you thoughtfully.

Just wishful thinking

"Caramel,” He settles on.

"Caramel?”

“Last year I went to this coffee shop and I got their festive caramel coffee. It was amazing. But they only did it that one year, they gave me the recipe for the syrup but...” He trails off, looking embarassed, and when he speaks again his voice is quieter, “I kept burning it. I had a thermometer but I couldn’t get the temperature quite right.”

"You want me to make you caramel syrup for coffee? Mixologist skills don’t extend quite that far?”

He doesn’t say anything, instead pressing his lips together in a thin line. Almost as if he’s worried for your reaction.

You're quick to follow yourself up, “Well I’d be happy to give it a try, but I think I’ll need somebody to taste test it. Make sure I’m getting it right.”

He grins, “I’m probably a better taste taster than maker.”

“Well, we’re off for a few days, assuming we don’t get any cases. You’re at Ethan’s for Christmas, right? When are you back?”

“The 27th. But I’m going to visit my mom over new years, so I’m leaving again on the 30th.”

You nod, “Well, how about the 28th?”

“The 28th sounds good.”

It’s impossibly good (bad) timing that the Uber pulls up outside your building.

“Well I’ll look forward to it,” You say, undoing your seatbelt.

“Me too.”

There’s a silence. Not uncomfortable, but definitely not like the one earlier.  Your eyes linger on one another, almost cautious. There’s a buzz in the air, one that can't quite be attributed to alcohol.

Ask him what he meant by not like this

No

Ask him

“This your place?” The Uber driver asks, clicking his tongue with a degree of impatience.

“Yeah,” You reply, nodding. Reluctantly, you push open the car door, turning your head over your shoulder to look at Spencer as you depart.

His mouth hangs open a little, words seeming to play across his lips. Not making them out of his mouth. The driver clears his throat, and you throw him an apologetic glance. Spencer’s Uber rating will be in the toilet after this.

Good job he takes the Metro.

"Have a good Christmas Spence,” You say, wondering if he can tell. Wondering if he can sense how badly you want to stay, to let this Uber drive you around the backstreets of Virginia. They’re not particularly pretty. But there isn’t much you wouldn’t do just to spend time with him. You’d even allow yourself to promise caramel syrup you know you’ll butcher.

If he knows, the wistful look in his eyes doesn’t betray it.

“Have a good Christmas, _____.”

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Next part: C is for Caramel

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[simplysummers]

Kurt Hummel for the character ask

i hope ur okay :(

(I know that last message is referring to my hips because that’s what I was complaining about when I reblogged this game, but in actuality I’m not okay right now because wisdom teeth suck :( but thank you anon 💛 your support is wonderful.)

Favourite thing about them: how rounded he is as a person.

Kurt seems to harness all sorts of emotions that can come and go like the wind, he isn’t stuck in a certain stereotype. He can be cocky and confident, but he also suffers with low self esteem and self-resentment, on top of that he also knows who he is, and he continues to flourish through that no matter what. His forgiveness is subjective but he never lets it get in the way of helping others if he’s needed. He is not perfect, he has his poor moments like everyone else, especially with his oneliners being so vicious sometimes, but he shines so brightly during his better ones. There is no wrong way of expressing Kurt Hummel because he is just so…expressive?

Least favourite thing about them: I think his crush on Finn was a very misguided, but he was only 15/16 at that point, so I’d push that further towards his immaturity over his actual personality, but yeah it does make me uncomfortable. (Another thing I dislike about Kurt in the tags below if y’all want to see it.)

Favourite line: it’s a big tie between “you smell like Craigslist”, “cut the butter, Benedict Arnold.” And “before you decided to walk all over me in your borderline sociopathic climb to the top.” Idk, they’re both just so iconic and perfectly timed moments, along with how softly he delivers them in contrast to their biting meaning lmao.

brOTP: I do love his brotherly relationship with Finn in the later seasons (3/4), but I also love his friendships with Mercedes and Santana. (I also wish we could’ve had a developed friendship between him and Quinn.)

OTP: kurtbastian, of course.

nOTP: I don’t personally like klaine, but I can admit season 2 klaine was actually very sweet, so besides them I’d have to say any straight-Hummel ship, and kurtofsky. It’s absolutely fine that people find love and enjoyment out of those two being together, but they’re just not my thing personally, and I don’t believe in ‘straight-washing’ canon gay characters.

Random headcanon: Kurt is a Disney lover. I know it’s kind of implied when he’s drunk and talks about bambi, but he loves it all. The princesses, the animals, anything Pixar related too.

Unpopular opinion: I mean I don’t know if this is unpopular, but personally I think he could’ve carried Tony if given the chance, and I’m mad that they didn’t give it to him. I mean, just listen to the beginning of “Give Up The Funk” and “Pink Houses” back in season one. He had the capability to pull of that masculinity, both in his voice and his acting, and yet he was shunned and walked all over without even being asked to work on it before he was declined the role, (after Blaine entered the picture at least.)

Song I associate with them: I mean excluding all of Colfer’s glee covers, I’d have to go with Treacherous by Taylor Swift. Tbh I think it’s more of a kurtbas song, but I can feel it coming form Kurt’s perspective more than Seb’s. (I also quite like Beautiful Ghosts as a Kurt song, which is also sung by Taylor Swift ironically)

Favourite picture of them:

His hair? On point. His eyes? Stunning ✨. His tie?? I want it. You can interpret this as both him being angelic, but also him daring whoever he’s addressing to just try to undermined him. Love love love it.

#another thing I don’t actually like about Kurt is how he can be a little selfish sometimes #*however* a person cannot be human without flaws. to take that flaw away from Kurt would just make him perfect. untouchable. #he says things in anger and can convey his selfish needs sometimes but what are we without negative aspects #there would be no contrast to his character without those inputs. they’re needed. so I didn’t feel that to be relevant here #kurt hummel #glee #kurtbastian #anti kurtofsky #lol klaine #i mean tbh it’s not really a lol klaine moment but there’s one klaine stan who scares me and I feel like they’ll come for my neck #because I vaguely mentioned klaine is a bad light #so Uhm #just being safe #lol blaine anderson #i have another one of these for Sebastian I just haven’t gotten around to answering it yet #(platonic tags ahead) #kurtcedes

[wevegottogetaway]

Coming full circle

Here’s a little blurb about the Grammy’s, because some things just simply can’t be overlooked. I’ve also wanted to try and write in second person for a while and I thought this was the perfect occasion. Tell me what you think, I’m interested in knowing what you prefer! Happy reading xx (gif source)

The anticipation has become unbearable at this point. Sitting on the couch of the hotel suite you’ve checked in the day before, you feel more trapped here than simply waiting for your boyfriend to come back - or should you say Grammy winner boyfriend now? Watching the whole show on a flat screen rather than with your own heart-shaped eyes has been a pain to begin with, but now that there is a tiny gold trophy topping off the night with a pinch of two gifted fingers, it is downright torture.

Your legs keep fidgeting in restless expectation as you know Harry’s return is now eminent. The suspense of the show had you going insane for hours and now that it’s all over and done with, you can’t wait to shower him with love and sweet devotion. All the passion, all the self-imposed high standards, all the hard work, have finally paid off in the eyes of the academy, and though he’s always had the encouragement of his fans, it feels good to be recognized within the industry as well. To get a hat tip from pears and musicians he looks up to. To be able to bring the six pounds momento back to you since an infinitesimal but still real part of it was your doing. Also, he can’t wait to share it all with you.

At last, after the umpteenth sigh whizzing from your mouth, you finally hear it. Footstep coming to a halt behind the door, the sound of someone rummaging through their pockets for a keycard, a few lighthearted curses when said key plays hard to get, and finally several seconds later, the soft click of the lock signaling authorized entrance.

As soon as the door starts moving on its hinges, you leap to your feet to stand a couple meters from the entrance, arms crossed behind your back. And there he is.

The charismatic superstar you’ve just worshipped on TV all night is now standing in front of you in all his charming dimpled glory, orange and yellow plaid Gucci suit still on, swathed in feathery boas. Because, yes, he’s brought back all three of them; green, purple and black fluff all tangling around his upper limbs as he attempts to remove his heeled boots without tripping. If his clumsier than usual demeanor didn’t give away his slightly inebriated state, then the rosy tint coloring his cheeks was a big telltale sign of the few celebratory drinks he’d indulged throughout the night.

Harry stops dead in his tracks once his eyes fall on your frame. A shy grin appears on his flushed face, before your own lips part to mirror his glee. And for a hot minutes, it’s just that. You and him, facing each other across the hallway like in a makeshift Western dual, except you’re bearing no guns to fire at each other. Your only weapons are your beaming smiles and unconditional support.

Then there is no greater feeling than the fireworks exploding in your chest when you finally cave and run to him. He catches you with two sturdy arms as your wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. The deep belly laugh vibrating in his chest against yours is music to your ears and you can’t help but whisper "I am so fuckin’ proud o’ you," in the shell of his, before squeezing him even tighter against you. He buries his joy in your neck in response, knowing if he tried to kiss you right now, it’d be more of a smash of lips and clash of teeth than anything.

Once your elation simmers down just enough to relax your distended smiles though, your lips meet in a passionate embrace, tongues softly licking at the sweetest of each others’ mouth; yours from the strawberries you’ve had for dessert and his from the champagne that had been served all night at the Grammy’s.

As your hands reach up to cup his jaw, his come off your thighs to unwrap one of the boas from his neck and swaddle it around you. You squeal and giggle in delight at the furry material tickling the nape of your neck and Harry’s eyes sparkle in satisfaction, "knew you’d wanna have one, now we match."

Your heart is positively soaring, you just extend your new accessory around his neck so that you’re both protected by the green boa’s higher guardian spirit, and then you lean in for another kiss. For a while the two of you are caught up in your bubble, reveling in this night of magic and well-deserved acclaims, pride seeping through your pore to sneak under his skin much like his love for you had at the beginning of your relationship.

"I love you," the three words leave your lips as you lean your forehead against his and Harry promptly echoes the sentiment while walking you to the king size cloud-looking bed awaiting you both. He gently lowers you down upon the silk sheets, you hair spreading across the pillow cases with a look of sheer bliss etched upon your delicate features. If he weren’t so in awe of you and in awe of tonight, his signature smirk would probably taunt you with the fact that it won’t take much to unravel you tonight.

Instead he just hovers for another languid kiss, all his senses heightened by the evening’s ethereality. The sound of his name falling from the Troubadour’s manager is still reeling in his mind alongside the buzz that has been coursing through his veins ever since he took those bambi steps all the way to the stage to receive the long-awaited award for the fruit of his labour. Now that he’s come home in your arms to share every bit of that success, everything feels magnified.

He swears he’s never love you more than tonight when he’s feeling at the top and you’re here to hold his hand.

It’s a high like no other and one fix is just not cutting it. This requires a myriad of caresses and affections trailed along smooth skin. This was born out of support and loving inspiration that need to be returned to their muse in kisses that match the heat of the passion that instigated all this dream. This needs to be spelt out in love language across your body’s every nerve-endings - twice - and shouted from each one of LA’s skyscraper’s rooftop.

So Harry gets to work, diligently covering every inch of your skin with his appreciation and traipsing his reverence all the way down to the waistband of your panties with your grip in his hair accompanies his descent towards your sensitivity. "Gonna put those Grammy winning lips on me?" the smug look on your face is immediately whipped out by a moan as he noses at your clit.

"Seems only fair," he sucks at your mound through the cotton, "won the damn thing writing about eating your pussy. Reckon I didn’t properly thank you in my acceptance speech." Slowly he drags the flimsy lace down your legs before tasting your arousal with a long fat sweep of his tongue. "M’just comin’ full circle is all." You can feel his amusement against your core as you let out a giggle of your own at his silliness.

Your playful banter is quickly replaced by a symphony of moans and gasps that leave the both of you absolutely spent by the time the night reaches its real peak. After all, your acknowledgment means so much more to him than any award he could possibly receive/ Especially if it comes as sweet as your gratitude always does.

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[adamwatchesmovies]

Aladdin (1992)

One of the best things about the Disney Renaissance is that everyone can make a strong case for why their favorite is "the best". Though I usually lean towards Beauty and the Beast or The Little Mermaid, Aladdin is a strong contender. This is a delightfully witty, fast-paced, and clever adventure with plenty of laughs and thrills. Each viewing offers something new.

Set in the sultanate of Agrabah, a street rat named Aladdin (voiced by Scott Weinger) and his pet monkey Abu (Frank Welker) dream of a better life. Meanwhile, the Sultan’s daughter, Princess Jasmine (voiced by Linda Larkin) laments her upcoming forced marriage and the Grand Vizier Jafar (Jonathan Freeman) dreams of usurping the throne using a fabled magical lamp. When Aladdin comes into possession of the lamp and the powerful genie inside (voiced by Robin Williams), Aladdin’s dreams of winning the princess' heart are just a wish away.

The film takes aspects of classic stories like Aladdin and the Magic Lamp and One Thousand and One Nights, as well as films such as The Thief of Baghdad and The Thief and the Cobbler, but blends them into something new. Thief of Bagdad has a villain named Jaffar, a heroic thief named Abu, a comedic Genie, a toy-loving sultan. Thief and the Cobbler is also animated, the villain has a bird for a pet, and there are certain uncanny similarities between its villainous Zigzag and the Genie. But this picture is no ripoff. It proudly stands on its own merit thanks to the humor, the elegant character dynamics, and the songs.

Anyone who’s seen this picture knows how funny it is. Robin Williams as the Genie of the lamp could not have been better cast if you had magical means to create a perfect voice actor. The mannerisms of this fast-talking pop-culture spewing near-omnipotent are memorable, iconic, and hilarious even if you don’t catch everything he says. The Genie is always making the people around him shrug their shoulders in confusion as he references events, people, and objects from all corners of the world and history. He’s a magical creature that’s slightly off his rocker so it fits and feels original - something most of the pictures that have tried to emulate this comedic style fail to do. This brings me to the film's one weakness: the fact that these gags date the film. You can’t tell me what decade Bambi is set in. Stories like Sleeping Beauty have that fairytale feel that makes them endure. In a hundred years, you'll need a booklet that explains Jack Nicholson or Arsenio Hall for audiences to get these jokes.

Instead of going through the different themes or discussing the different ways everyone dreams of freedom and has to deal with various forms of entrapment, let’s talk about the way the characters relate. This is a film about intelligent people. There’s a big climactic action sequence here and there, but mostly, Aladdin, Jasmine, Jafar, and the others get what they want by outwitting the people around them. They feel genuine because they have dreams and ambitions, they think on their feet, and are always striving for something more. They’re not standing still while the plot revolves around them.

A great example is the relationship between Jafar... and his talking parrot, Iago (voiced by Gilbert Gottfried). They have common interests, laugh together, and feel like real, malicious, partners. It’s little touches like this that make this a film with great re-watch value. You can always find something new in the quiet moments where Aladdin looks outside his window or the way Princess Jasmine proves she's got a good head on her shoulders.

I don’t know what I can say about the soundtrack that isn’t told with the two Academy Awards it won (Best Original Score and Best Original Song) except that my favorite piece is the reprise of Prince Ali in which we hear Jonathan Freeman gleefully make fun of Aladdin and belch out a cackle so evil it echoes deep in your bones. Can't beat that maniacal glee.

Aladdin might be a tad familiar in some aspects and the pop culture references date it, but it offers so much fun you won’t mind. It’s gorgeous, with a great soundtrack, surprisingly deep characters, and delivers something for everyone. It’s got action, adventure, comedy, romance, and more. (On Blu-ray, August 27, 2016)

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

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💻 The first fanfiction you posted?

There was some random fics I posted on Wattpad when I was like… 13?? Like one was about Charlie and the chocolate factory but rewritten with the children that Roald Dahl scrapped, and one was a ??? Bambi fic?? About Bambi’s children?

However, I wrote like one chapter on both of them so I don’t know if they count. The first REAL fic that I posted was an asoue chatfic on ff.net. That fic got a comment that it broke ff.net’s rules because chatfics ”take away the praise of people who write real fics” and I got so pissed and that was the reason I moved to ao3 for good, reposting the fic there.

If anyone is interested in reading that asoue fic, here it is. It’s not exactly perfect but… it’s okay :) It was also originally published in 2018, but I didn’t know you could change dates on ao3 at the moment and now I don’t remember the original date so it says 2019 lol

😚 A fic you like writing more than other fics?

Right now, the Violetta rewrite :3

📬 The best comment you ever recieved?

I can’t pick one, so here are some honorable mentions

@broke-on-books Always left the best comments on my asoue fics, they were super long and always made me smile :3

I also have this one on a Glee chatfic I did, that made me feel so happy I had to save it on my phone

But the truth is, all comments make me feel so good 💜

🔪 The fic/chapter that hurt the most to write?

Every time I had to kill a character that I sort of didn’t want to kill. I had a murder mystery fic before, and in every chapter one character died. It was very wild because the readers tried to figure out the murderer, but it was also sad when it was a character I liked that had to die.

But I think the hardest chapter was the last chapter of that murder mystery fic. I am terribly sorry for that one. I’ve never wrote so much angst ever.

#Thanks for the ask!

[natasharomanoffismywife]

Quarantine With A 6 Year Old (Scarlett x Y/n)

Quarantine would have been hard without having to entertain a 6 year old child, that is what I am dealing with since I find myself self- isolating with my girlfriend Scarlett and her daughter Rose. I am not complaining though I am with the two people I love the most, it could be a lot worse. I first met Scarlett last year when she came into my work for an interview for her new marvel movie, she was very charming and with a few dinner dates we became an item. Once we became a proper item Scarlett brought me over so I could be introduced to her little girl Rose, I was very apprehensive really scared the young girl will hate me but that was not the case, she loved me straight away and now us three have become a little family unit.

“Mummy! Y/n! Time to get out of bed, y/n you promised a day of Disney movies!” Rose screeches as she runs into Scarlett and I’s room and jumps on top of us, Scarlett let’s out a soft groan and I roll over to look at the alarm clock.

“Rose it’s 6 in the morning, are you not still sleepy?” I ask groggily, what the hell is a 6 year old doing up this early anyway! When I was her age my mum had to drag me out of bed at midday, Scarlett chuckles at my question knowing there was no way I was going to be getting back to sleep, once Rose is awake you best be awake as well.

“Nope! I’ll be in living room, see you in a minute!” The young girl states before ungraciously bumbling off the high bed and running through the house, I let out a soft pitiful groan and within a second I feel the warmth body of Scarlett snuggling into my side.

“You do not want to keep my girl waiting, she will be back up here screaming louder” the blond haired beauty mutters out teasingly, I roll my eyes but I start to sit up in bed.

“When can I expect backup?” I ask her knowing I was going downstairs alone at this time in the morning, Scarlett shuffles up my body and presses a quick, soft kiss to my lips before pulling back and sending me a smirk.

“Between 11 and 12” She ends with a wink before pushing me out of bed with a laugh, I shake my head with a big grin, they may make me get out of bed before 7 but I sure am lucky. I have a super quick shower before making my way down to the living room, I find a grinning Rose sat on the sofa snuggled in a blanket with the tv showing the menu for Toy Story. 

I go to the kitchen and bring in some movie snacks and drinks before snuggling with Rose in the blanket, I start to place kisses all over the little girl’s face making her squeal with glee before she pressed a kiss in return to my cheek, making my heart melt all over again.

We start the movie and that is how spend the whole morning, going through some of the classics, singing along to the songs and crying at Bambi, Rose crying though not me. Never me! By the time Dumbo’s credits start to roll Scarlett has made her way down and is now cooking us some waffles, Rose and I decide now is a great time for a break before we run into the kitchen to join the actress.

“Mummy, y/n and I have watched like a hundred movies! It’s been so awesome” Rose exclaims energetically, I chuckle at the girl’s description before I saddle up and slip my arms around Scarlett’s waist. She leans back in my embrace and I can feel her smile when I press a kiss to her exposed neck.

“Wow! That sounds super fun! How about after lunch we dress up and play some Avengers?” She asks out, Rose agrees before Scarlett finishes speaking. I love when we play avengers, I dress up in a scarily accurate Captain America outfit while Scarlett dresses up in one of her Black Widow catsuits, a tight catsuit that clings in all the right places.

We all sit around the breakfast bar eating the amazing waffles while talking and laughing, just enjoying each others presence. I clean up the dishes with the help of Rose and before we know it we make our way upstairs, Scarlett and Rose going into my room while I go into the spare room to get changed. 

I walk out in my suit holding a very cheap looking shield, I remember when Scarlett took a pic of me in this and sent it to Evans, was one of the most embarrassing points in my life. I see a blur race past me and down the stairs followed by the sound of Rose singing the Avengers theme tune, I shake my head in amusement but before I can say anything my eyes meet Scarlett and I feel my breathing stop. She looks so sexy in her black tight catsuit, with the Black Widow red buckle adding some bright colour. 

I feel myself start to drool so I quickly shut my mouth before looking at her green, captivating eyes, she sends me a huge smirk before walking towards me and pulls me into her with a tug of one of my belts.

“If Captain America looked like this I would’ve made sure they made Natasha and Steve cannon” She husks out in my ear making me blush, I bite my lip before pressing a deep, passionate kiss to her red lips. She lets out a soft moan as kisses back strongly, I feel her press me up against the door and we make out like a bunch of teenagers, only stopping when Rose shouts up to us asking if we are ok.

We open up our back garden and make a small obstacle course with boxes and chairs so we have a area to play around, we play for a good few hours, laughing and play fighting using water guns as our weapons. By the time we announce Rose the winner, we are all dripping wet, me getting the brunt of it since Scarlett gave up playing fairly and teamed up with her daughter to attack me.  

Scarlett takes Rose up to the shower so they don’t get a cold while I am put in charge of making dinner, I enter the kitchen and start making some pasta while listening to the loud laughter of my two favourite girls in the shower. Quarantine may be hard and it may be a scary time at the moment but I can not think of waiting this virus out with Scarlett and Rose.

I hope this was what you wanted Anon! :) I also hop everyone is coping alright with the lockdown :) Here if you need to talk! :) 

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Steve was going to kill Billy. He was going to grab him by his shitty mullet and beat his laughing face into a goddamn pulp. He was going to shove Billy’s phone down his fucking throat. As Hopper chased him down the street, yelling in annoyance and exasperation, Steve thought of all the ways he was going to fuck up his stupid ass boyfriend.

--

It had been one hell of a fucking week. Billy’s community college in Indianapolis had had it’s finals, Steve had finally finished all of his certifications for childcare, and they were both ready to relax. To take a moment for themselves. To get absolutely shitfaced.

Their apartment wasn’t full persay, but for Hawkins, it was alive. Steve moved around a drunk couple making out, pretty sure they were Billy’s classmates because he didn’t recognize them, and headed for the kitchen. Ursula, one of his favorite people and one of the few of Billy’s classmates who seemed to genuinely like Steve, was taking shots and grinned when she saw him. She waved him over, not even trying to shout over the rock blasting through the apartment, and held up a shot glass.

“Steve!” She yelled once he was closer. “Time for vodka shots!”

“I dunno,” he shouted back. “Billy’s getting drunk as fuck and one of us needs to stay sober.” She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out.

“Dude, Billy complained all week about having to jerk off because you were studying so much, I get one shot, okay?” Steve turned red, running his hand over his face.

“Fair enough.” He tossed the shot back, smiling slightly at the feel of the vodka sliding down. He bit his lip, considering his options. “Let’s do one more.” As he downed his shot, smiling at Ursula afterwards, someone came up behind him and wrapped their arms around his middle. Steve startled, almost dropping his shot glass.

“Hey there, buddy,” Robin said, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Billy’s looking for you.” Steve rolled his eyes but smiled.

“Of course. Thanks, Ursula,” he said with a wink, and she held her next shot up in cheers before tossing it back. Robin tugged Steve back through the hallway to the living room, tugging his wrist lightly. He didn’t quite feel the shots yet, but he knew he would soon.

“I came back in from a smoke and Billy just zoned in on me and would not shut up until I brought you to him,” she complained, sounding fond at the same time. Billy stood up, holding his arms out, smile wide and dangerous.

“Bambi!” He cheered, drawing out the vowels. “Have I got the dare for you!” Steve gave Billy a blank look.

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard it,” he whined. He batted his eyelashes, which was just unfair, and Steve sighed.

“What’s the dare then?” Billy’s grin was feral.

“I dare you to streak and then jump into the pool naked.” Steve wanted to roll his eyes so hard they looked at the back of his head. He got as close as he could.

“Billy, we’re not fucking thirteen--”

“What, you fuckin’ chicken?” Billy’s tongue poked out from between his teeth and Steve felt the need to win simmering in his gut. He clenched his fists.

“No, it’s just that it’s a public fucking pool and if I get caught, it’s not gonna end well.” Billy rolled his eyes and scoffed, giving him a challenging grin.

“So you are chicken. Can’t handle a lil’ public nudity, rich boy?” Steve bristled at that, because he and Billy both worked to pay the bills, and he knew Billy was just saying it to rile him up, but boy, was it working--

“Shut your goddamn mouth, Hargrove,” he snapped, yanking his shirt over his head. Billy’s eyes lit up with glee and his smile was so brilliant, it made Steve pause. Billy licked his lips and Steve huffed, going back to undressing. “I’ll show you whose fuckin’ chicken.” The party had stopped and Steve turned, facing the sliding door. He wouldn’t be able to hide his nudity, obviously, but he was going to do what little he could to preserve his modesty.

“Damn, Hargrove,” someone yelled, “Your boy is packin’!” Steve blushed and he heard Billy laugh.

“I fucking told you!” Steve decided to block everything out. He grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs, taking a breath to calm his racing heart, before yanking them down and kicking them off in one fluid motion. The party went silent and he threw the door open, running down the pavement. His heart was beating hard, but the rush of adrenaline was exhilarating. His feet slapped harshly on the sidewalk, and he made for the pool. It was in the middle of the courtyard, and he made a beeline for it, breath coming in sharp and harsh. His dick flopped and it kinda hurt a little bit, but he’d think about that later. When he didn’t feel so hot from the shots and adrenaline. “Whoo! Go, Baby, go!” Billy yelled, not too far behind him. Steve skidded a little ashe approached the pool, cannon balling into the deep end. As he flew through the air, he heard Billy cheering behind him, wild and happy. It made him smile.

He felt a lot less happy when he breached the surface.

When he pushed out of the water, whipping his hair out of his face, he saw flashing blue and red lights. His eyes went wide and he splashed a little, rushing to get to the ladder and get out. Billy was there, grinning and holding up his phone, obviously filming him.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Steve hissed, covering himself with a hand as best he could. Billy pulled at his wrist lightly.

“Aw, come on, King. I wanna show you off.” He caught the tip of his tongue between his teeth, eyebrows pumping once. Steve rolled his eyes and nervously looked around.

“The cops are here,” he snapped. “Let me get back inside.” The look Billy gave him was positively devilish.

“But what fun would that be?” Steve’s eyebrows shot up. He pursed his lips, nostrils flaring.

“I am never going to suck your dick again if you answer yes to this question. Did you call the cops?”

“Well,” Billy drawled. “I told Buckley to. She’s the one who did it.” Steve brought both lips into his mouth, biting down and staring at Billy incredulously. Before he could retort, there was a cough.

“Harrington,” Hopper sighed. Steve glanced behind him and Hopper was on the other side of the pool. “Families live here,” he said, exasperated. “Come on.” Steve’s life kind of flashed before his eyes. “I’m gonna have to take you in, formalities sake-- Hey!” Steve took off, hair still dripping wet, Billy’s shocked and excited laugh growing distant behind him. The party had followed them out, and he had to duck around laughing people, face red with embarrassment, one hand still covering his dick. He ran, skidding to make a turn and looking to see if Hopper was following.

He was. And he looked pissed.

“Harrington!” He barked. “I don’t have the fucking patience for this tonight!” Steve ran back to their apartment, trying to open the door, but Tommy was there, wiggling his eyebrows at the locked door. Steve regretted ever making up with him. He and Billy together were the worst. Hopper was closer now, so Steve took off again, dashing around the courtyard and party goers. Billy’s laugh turned into a wheeze, kind of like an engine dying, and Steve was going to fucking kill him.

“Okay, Tommy!” Billy yelled. Steve turned to look, and Tommy was opening the door. A new surge of energy pushed him to run faster, barreling through the door and the people waiting around it. He slammed into the hallway, ran into his and Billy’s room, slamming and locking the door behind him. He collapsed on the bed, waiting for the pounding on the door. Steve panted, gasping for air, sweating from the adrenaline and physical exertion. He waited, finally starting to catch his breath, but no knock ever came. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he took his time, closing his eyes and taking soothing breaths. Billy was gonna be lucky if Steve ever even kissed him again, he fucking swore--

There was a soft knock and a rattling of the doorknob. Steve’s head shot up and he wrapped the blanket around himself.

“Go away!” He shivered a little, the water having cooled his skin.

“It’s me, baby!” Billy called. Steve sighed, seriously considering not opening the door. But he was a sucker, so he got up, unlocked the door, and turned to get back in the bed.

“Door’s open,” he called over his shoulder, flopping on the bed. Billy opened the door, shutting it softly behind him. He came and sat on the bed, giving Steve his space.

“So we’re all good.” Steve gave him an incredulous and angry look. Billy looked away, cheeks flushing. “I mean, Hopper is gone and you’re fine, just disturbance of the peace on your record.” Steve blinked at him, making Billy squirm. “Look, I know that was uh, probably too much, but,” he smiled a little, like he was trying not to. “You looked so, I don’t even know how to explain it. You always seem so tired and you do everything by schedules and rules and I guess,” he bit his lip. “I guess I just kinda wanted to see the old you. Not that you now is bad,” he said, finding Steve’s hand and squeezing. Steve allowed it. “I just wanted you to let loose again. Remember that we can have fun.” He paused and Steve felt like he might listen to Billy, might forgive him sooner than later-- “Plus,” Billy said, “This is definitely going viral.” Steve gave Billy a look that could have melted him down with it’s angry heat. “Too soon?”

“Have fun jerking off for another week, jackass.” But Steve didn’t let go of his hand, so Billy knew they were gonna be okay. "Plus," Steve said, voice teasing, adrenaline and anger starting to fade into exhilaration and relief. "It'll only go viral 'cause my dick is so huge." Billy threw his head back and laughed.

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I forgot to post about it, but I’m updating Feel the Glee again!

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