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jell0buss-37 · 10 months

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Could I ask for a peter b parker x black!fem!reader where maybe Y/N is the prowler in Peter's dimension and he's friends with her and then he finds out she's the prowler (and perhaps she also finds out he's spiderman 👁👁) and he tries to talk to her

If you don't like the prowler idea Y/N can just be any Villian :))

(This is kinda angsty I'm sorry 😭)

I love this idea! I think it'd be interesting if they were more rivals to begin with and had started to slowly grown closer. And as their super-sonas, they'd always have more playful banter. I also thought it'd be interesting if the reader and him started working together on certain cases and such! I'm writing this while waiting for my tires to get looked at, and this gave me a lot of ideas. I hope you like them!

He is so goofy I love him <3

You two had known eachother since high school

Neither of you were exactly over achievers whenever it came to academics, but boy were you guys competitive

Nothing really interesting either of you unless one of you were suddenly better than the other at it

Mathematics? You only took AP to spite him

English Language Arts? He yoinked that from you by winning multiple prizes for his short stories.

You were in Theatre, Art, and Auto shop, while he took over Orchestra, Band, and Culinary

Once the two of you graduated, you thought all of this feuding would finally be over

You and your sister lived together and took care of her son, your sister being a cop. She met her husband in the academy, and went on to join the army

You had your nephew, Miles, who was only 2 at this time

You'd spend many nights taking care of him

He was your favorite little dude

Eventually, times started getting tough, Your brother in law going MIA

He was presumed dead

You had worked at your dad's mechanic shop when you got the news

You were quickly by your sisters side

You had moved in by the end of the month

About a year later, you still worked as a mechanic, however due to how tight money was getting, and Miles getting older, you had to take on another job

You met this guy, a doctor at the University

He took you under his wing, and taught you all about robotics

Soon you became the prowler

You'd get these shady deals to do some crimes, smuggling certain weapons, handling affairs with shady politicians

You weren't proud of it, but it kept the cash flow steady.

You soon we're able to move your older sister and your nephew into a nicer neighborhood in Queens, nothing much but a good apartment with a good daycare down the road for Miles

You didn't, however, count on your new neighbors

"(Y/n)??"

You froze in the door to your new apartment

"Peter..."

It was awkward at first, and so you both held this silent agreement that you just wouldn't talk to eachother

Until your sister invited him to dinner

It was... Awkward

At first

Soon you guys were talking about old times, realizing how stupid it was to be feuding in the first place

And soon it's as if you never even hated eachother

He thought it was cool that you were a mechanic now, admitting he actually knows more about cars because of you in high school

He was very sympathetic to your sister and the loss of her husband, even offering to watch Miles every now and then if you guys needed

He was quick to become a family friend, coming over almost every Sunday now

How you two had met as the prowler and spiderman was a different story, however

You had been stealing out a large corporate bank, your Intel being to take a certain actors bank deposit

However, things were quick to go tits up

It appears that some other guys had the idea to rob that bank as well

Just a bunch of guys wearing Halloween masks

Amateurs.

You were quick to crash into the scene, finding them threatening bystanders and taking hostages

Amateurs.

Suddenly, a certain hero had also crashed into the scene, to find you beating up and knocking out a couple of the crooks, sending away the hostages

He was surprised, unsure if you were friend or foe

Either or, he helped you handle the guys

The two of you worked pretty good together, making a pretty decent team

It seemed you were a friend!

Until you went and just grabbed the bank statements, knocking Spiderman out of the building with an explosive you had planted

Okay, you were a foe.

You were gone before he could even collect himself

These little interactions would continue, him always joking and making smartass comments and remarks, you only staying silent

Although he was pretty amusing

Meanwhile, in your civilian lives, things seemed to be going pretty great

In fact, it appears that something more seemed to be going on between the two of you

It starts turning into more one night, when you come home early from a day at your auto shop, finding Peter watching a movie with Miles and eating some snacks

"Hey! Look Miles, your Auntie is back from being a grease monkey!" "Hey, look Miles, Uncle Peter is always a monkey!"

Miles loves you both so much, and was really excited to be tucked in and read a bedtime story to by you guys

You sang his favorite little song to him, the ABCs (don't ask, it's what my mom sang to me as a kid), and finishing it off with My Little Sunshine

Peter watches from the doorway, staring almost dreamily at you while you comfort the little guy

You close the door lightly, standing outside his door with Peter, the two of you joking with eachother for a bit

Eventually, it's about time he heads out, and you walk him out to see him off

He seems to be contemplating something in his head, and he suddenly turns around to ask you something

But you're right in front of him already, your noses bumping a bit, causing your breath to hitch a bit

"Hah, u-uh, I was just thinking, there's that new movie coming out soon, and-"

Your lips are suddenly on his, a light peck to his own

You pull back with a smile, laughing at his dazed expression

"... So is that a yes? Or-" "Yes, Peter."

You two start dating soon after, finding that the times spent together are so much funner whenever you guys aren't fighting

You were worried at first, due to you having to disappear every now and then because of your Prowler duties, and you were worried he would start questioning you

However, Pete was also worried about the same thing

You two didn't even notice that you guys would disappear every now and then to lead your double lives

It wasn't until about 6 months into you guys dating, when you both had come home around the same time covered in bruises and scratches from your previous excursion together

Peter was so worried, asking a thousand questions a minute

Meanwhile he had a black eye himself, and you two were freaking out at the same time

You both had came up with your own excuses

However, you guys started becoming distant since that event, both of you scared at what would happen if your lives got mixed up in eachothers

The break-up was inevitable at that point

You guys avoided eachother for a month, both as your alter egos and as yourselves

You guys were both obviously hurt from this

You had even started to question your work as the Prowler. You decided to put an end to being the Prowler. You were gonna get your Peter back

You were on the way to see the Doc, to give him his things back, a text sent to Peter telling him to meet up

When suddenly there was a collapse on the bridge, and you see spiderman fighting the very same doctor that you were on your way to see

Except now he had... 8 robot arms???

You were quick to suit up, helping out the vigilante that had become your friend

You help anyone that needs it, and even jump in to help Spidy

You both eventually defeat Doc Ock, and your by his side when he's stopping the bridge from completely collapsing

He gets hit with some falling debris, and he's knocked out, along with his mask

You're quick to go and catch him before he falls into the water below you

You get him to a safe place, only to find-

"PETER!??"

You were quick to rip off your own mask, trying to shake him awake

When he comes to, he sees your tearstained face looking down at him

"Hey pretty Lady... I was actually just on my way to see ya!"

He panics when he realized he was in his spidersuit, but you were quick to calm him down

He was... Shocked to find out that his "favorite colleague" was his girlfriend the entire time

"This is great! Now we can be the ultimate smoke show power couple!!"

Yeah, things were going to be great

#fanfiction #peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter benjamin parker #spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderman into the spiderverse #headcannons

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Riri Williams x Reader Personal Space Heater

You grew up in California, and whenever it came time for a family vacation. Your parents always picked some sunny tropical paradise. You weren't used to dealing with any temperatures below sixty degrees, and snow was practically a myth to you.

Riri knew all of this prior to inviting you to spend Christmas with her and her mom. Usually you would go home for the holidays but your parents had finally been able to retire from their jobs. This year, and were currently traveling all around the world like they always wanted to. Initially, they did offer to send you, your older sister and brother plane tickets of your own. So all of you could fly over and meet them in Greece where they would be for the next week or so. But all of you turned down their offer, deciding it was best to just let them enjoy their journey together. Your parents always wished for alone time like this, and were only offering to be nice. That's the kind of parents they were, so you guys decided it was time to return the favor.

Your older sister decided to go home with her own boyfriend, who was eager for her to meet his family. He had met hers last year, and it was the same thing for Riri. Last year, all three of you had brought your significant others home, and this year, all of them wanted to do the same.

You thought Riri was being ridiculous when she forced you to go shopping for a whole new wardrobe.

"Babe, those thin hoodies and small ass coats aren't going to do any good in Chicago. You're going to freeze your ass off, " She told you.

"And we can't be having that now, can we?" You joked, shuffling through the jacket rack.

"No, we cannot." Riri mused her eyes, drifting lower and lower, admiring the view. Despite all her protests, you still chose to wear a pair of white jeans that were a little tight on you, and while she was worried. About you shivering to death in the pants due to the Boston cold air. She had to admit the jeans did your ass justice.

"Seriously, Riri, stop staring at my butt and come help me pick out an appropriate jacket. Our flight is leaving in a couple of hours, and we need to get there early to beat the crowd." You said, turning around to face her, knowing she was only half-listening to you.

Her eyes stayed glued to your backside until your body was fully turnt around. She looked back up, almost instantly giving you a grin despite the irritation on your face. "Alright, step aside. I got this, and stop worrying we're on good time right now. This store isn't even crowded. We'll be out in no time."

"Yeah but traffic is going to be a bitch" You reminded her.

Riri nodded her head in agreement, moving the jackets aside a little faster. So far, every time, she tried to let you pick out something you liked on your own. You completely failed the assignment while the clothing would no doubt be stylish and beautiful on you. The material was weak and nowhere near thick enough to for the Chicago winter. Not only did she not want to deal with your whining about being cold, but her mother would kill her if you showed up on her doorstep in insufficient clothing.

It took her about twenty minutes, but she was able to pick you out two strong winter coats, a few sweaters, and three pairs of pants. You had also found a pair of black snow boots and an oversized hoodie with your favorite band on it to add to the pile.

"Are you sure you don't want anything, babe?" You asked her as the cashier scanned the clothes.

"Naw mamas, I'm all good, unlike you. I'm actually prepared for the Chicago snow." Riri said, waving you off. It was the third time you offered to buy her something.

"I still think you're exaggerating about how bad it's going to be. I mean, if I can handle the cold weather of Massachusetts, then Chicago should be a breeze."

Riri let out a laugh. "Oh, and by handle, you mean you spend every waking moment locked up in your room with a five-hundred dollar space heater. That has enough power and range to keep the whole building warm."

"You say that like you don't crash in my dorm the second winter hits," you shot back.

It was funny because the same way you weren't really thinking about how cold it would be in Chicago. When you decided to go to MIT, you did no research about the weather in Massachusetts. Your first year when the cold temperatures hit your teachers had to threaten you with a failing grade to get you to attend classes in person. Your parents sent you back to school with the expensive space heater next semester. Riri did have one of her own, and while it did get the job done, yours worked wonders. When she walked into your dorm room, it felt as if you had an actual fireplace in your room with flames ignited. Of course, she crashed with you.

"Yes, I enjoy being as warm as possible, but unlike you, I still know what real cold is, and I'm going to enjoy watching you eat those words later on." Riri said, shaking her head.

You paid for the clothes and ended up buying her something after all. Riri spotted a Starbucks before the two of you reached the exit and wanted a hot chocolate along with two cake pops. No doubt there would be one in the airport, but you knew from experience the line would be stupid long. It was the last thing you wanted to have to deal with, so of course you got her what she wanted. Also, getting yourself a hot mocha with a chocolate chip cookie.

Riri ended up making the drive since you had to repack your bags with the new clothes. Traffic was heavy, but the two of you still managed to reach the airport about five hours early for the flight to Chicago, and while the lines were long. Both of you knew it could be much worse around this time. Once you and her were made through security and was fully processed for the flight. Riri fell asleep with her head resting on your shoulder.

You let her sleep for the entire wait time, knowing she had to be tired. The young genius woke up two hours early to finish packing for the both of you. Well, it was mainly your bags she had been worried about. Her snooping through your suitcases is how she came to the conclusion. You were completely unprepared for this trip to Chicago, and that's what really led to the shopping trip.

While you appreciated her concern and loved the way she was looking out for you. Deep down, you still weren't worried about the cold. How bad could it be?

Eight hours later, after one long flight with only a slight delay, your question had been answered, and you were regretting your decision to not change your clothes. Riri urged you to go in the bathroom and switch out of the tight jeans. One of the pair of pants that she picked out, but you stood your ground.

She didn't even try to hide the smirk on her face as your teeth chattered. While your the bottom half of your body shivered. You were smart enough to throw on the black wool coat with cotton padded on the inside.

"H-h-how ar-are we-we getting ta-ta-to your mom's? You stammered out the question.

"There are some Ubers down here come on," she told you, taking your hand into her gloved one. She could feel how frozen your hands were through the glove, and her eyes glanced down to see both of your hands bare. "Ma, where are the gloves I gave you?"

You looked away at the tone of anger in her voice. While she was probably taking joy in being right. The last thing Riri wanted was for you to be sick, which is why despite all the teasing she was doing. She made sure you had everything you would need to stay a little warm. "The gloves are in my bag. I didn't think I would need them, alright." You admitted falling back behind her as a cold gust of wind blew past.

You pressed your chest to her back and wrapped your free arm around her waist. Riri didn't protest at first, but then your freezing cold hand touched her bare stomach. She jumped a foot in the air with a shriek. A few people glanced at the two of you, and one guy shot her an apologetic look as his girl stood behind him with her hands stuffed in his pockets. If anyone knew her pain, it was him.

"Y/N, have you lost your damn mind?" She cried out, releasing her grip on your hand as she wiggled out of your hold.

"My hands are cold. I'm cold," you whined, wrapping your arms around your waist. Pressing your hands into your own jacket as tight as possible.

"Yeah, I get that, but what's wrong with my jacket pocket?" Riri asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

"Body heat is better," you said with a shrug.

"Bruh, you do that again, and I will revoke all your cuddling privileges," Riri threatened. Her hands held out in front of her to ward you off.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry now will you please." You begged motioning for her to turn around with your head.

Riri raised a single finger at you with a stern look, warning you not to try anything funny. Nevertheless, she turned back around so you could resume hugging her from behind. This time, your hands slipped into her jacket pockets. The two of you finally made it to an Uber, and after putting the address into the GPS. He started the drive to her mom's house. The car ride was silent as you cuddled up to her in the backseat.

Riri paid attention to the route he was taking, not just for safety reasons, so she would know when the trip was almost complete. Halfway through, she dug in her bag, pulling out an extra pair of gloves. "Unless you want to see my mom strangle me to death, put these on."

You slipped the gloves on without argument, murmuring a quiet thank you.

A few minutes later, the driver pulled up to a two-story dark blue house with the edges of it painted white. There was a big porch leading to the front door with chairs set up on either side. There were Christmas lights lined up on the outside along with a few reindeer statues in the front yard.

"So much for waiting for me to put up the decorations," Riri grumbled under her breath. She opened the car door and got out waiting for you to follow before shutting it. The driver let the window to the passenger seat so you could pay him. Meanwhile, Riri got the luggage out of the trunk between the two of you. There were four suitcases with only one belonging to her. You packed a little more than she did, considering this was her home.

"So this is your last chance to back out if you're having any second thoughts." Riri said, fumbling with her fingers with her eyes directed at the snowy ground.

You could feel the nerves coming off her in giant waves, which surprised you. Up until this point, she had been nothing but calm about this whole thing. Heck, when you took her home last year to meet your parents. Riri handled it with ease. Nothing fazed her, not even when your siblings cornered her with if you hurt my baby sister conservation. That every other girlfriend you had in the past seemed to dread more than anything.

"You know I would grab your face and kiss you right now, but my hands are starting to freeze through these gloves. Come on, Ri, you know there's no such thing as second thoughts with me. At least not when it comes to you, I'm sure about everything when you're involved. Let's get inside before both of us freeze our asses off, " you told her.

She found herself releasing her deep breath she didn't even know she was holding in. At your reassurance, the nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach seemed faded away just like that. Riri lifted her head up to see you standing there shivering as snow fell from the sky. But you had a big grin on your face with your hand extended out for her to take. She did tugging you closer to her so she could press her cold lips to your own. In a heated kiss that would warm both of you up.

"Riri Williams, if you don't get in this house and bring that girl of yours in here with you. I'm going to come out there and drag both of you in here by the ear. It's below zero out there with a blizzard going on. Now is not the time for y'all to be out sucking face. This is not a Hallmark movie." A woman's voice yelled from the porch combined with the sound of a screen door flying open.

Riri pulled away as heat rose up on her cheeks due to embarrassment. You covered your mouth with both of your hands to muffle your laughter. "Sorry, Momma, we coming."

"Right now," her mother demanded and disappeared back into the house.

Riri let out a groan as you shook your head in amusement. "I'm so glad you find all of this to be so funny."

"Hey, you kissed me," you said before bursting into laughter bending over with your hands on your knees.

"Help me with the bags before she makes good on her threat," Riri snapped, smacking you on the shoulder. You straightened up a few seconds later to slide a duffel bag onto your shoulder and to take the handle of one of the rolling suitcases. Riri might have sounded frustrated, but you could see the humor in her eyes.

You followed her into the house and was presented with. A spacious and cozy living room on the back wall was the furniture consisting of. A large dark gray sectional sofa with a futon at the bottom and a recliner in the corner of the room. A big glass table was positioned in the center of the floor covered in little whatnots and two jars filled with candy on either side. On the other wall of the living room, there was fifty-five to sixty inch flatscreen TV with the Samsung logo on the front. It was resting on top of a big brown TV stand with a cabinet area at the bottom.

A cop drama was playing with the volume set pretty low, making background noise.

"Momma," Riri called out, setting the suitcases off to the side. She motioned for you to do the same as she headed towards a doorway. You dropped the duffel bag on the floor by the suitcases and hurried along right behind her.

The doorway led to a kitchen covered in white tiles floor with a brown dining room table with six chairs pushed in. The kitchen was a mix of modern and old schools with an island in the middle matching the brown table. A brown-skinned woman who had maybe an inch on Riri was at the kitchen sink with her back to both of you. She was dressed in a black shirt with some blue sweatpants and a pair of black bedroom shoes on her feet. A blue bandanna was tied on top of her head, but box braids spilled out of it, going down to her back.

"Riri, I hoped you took those shoes off at the door. No tracking in my kitchen." The woman said without turning around.

"Shit," Riri muttered, turning back around to go do just exactly that. She gripped you by the waist, moving you along as well. Both of you left your shoes by the door along with a set of others before making your way back to the kitchen. By now, her mom was done in the sink and was mixing some raw chicken in a bowl of seasoning.

Her mom paused her cooking to wipe her hands and come over to both of you. Immediately, Riri threw herself into her mother's arms, who wrapped her arms around her in bear hug. "It's good to have you home, my little genius."

"It's good to be home, momma," she replied, burying her face into her mother's neck. They stayed like that holding each other for a solid ten seconds. Before her mother's warm brown eyes settled on you standing in the doorway. You gave her a little wave with a small smile.

"Alright, come on, introduce me to your girlfriend. She's the first one you bought home in forever." Her mother said, pulling away.

Riri took a step back and took you by the hand to pull you forward. "Mom, this is y/n. we've been dating for about a year and a half. Y/N, this is my mom."

You held out your hand for her to shake "Mrs.Williams its so nice to finally - whoa, okay." You let out a small gasp of surprise as she knocked your hand away and pulled you into the same bear hug. She shared with her daughter just a minute ago. You were a little hesitant at first, but eventually, you did return the hug.

"Don't be shy sweetheart you're practically family at this point. My little girl hasn't ever brought someone home even when I would beg her to. The fact that you're here lets me know you're something special, honey, " She told you.

"Mom," Riri whined.

Her mother gave her a wink as she finally released you. "Why don't you two go get settled in. I'm cooking dinner for tonight, but there is some leftover lasagna in the fridge. If you don't want that, it's early in the day. I'm pretty sure Riri would love to take you out in the city. Just have some fun and enjoy yourselves. We can catch up at dinner."

You and Riri ended up going out into the city after eating some of the lasagna that did not disappoint. Despite the cold weather, you loved sightseeing the city of Chicago captivated by the beauty of Riri's home. Now that you were in the proper clothing, the cold wasn't as bad, and you were ready to take full advantage of the mountains of snow. You were like a little kid pulling Riri into a vacant parking lot to make snow angels, build a snowman, and do every other cliche activity. You witnessed people doing on TV during Christmas movies. Riri didn't mind one bit even though she grew up in this weather and had done these things a million times. Doing it with you made her feel like it was the first time.

The sun was getting ready to set as the sky started to turn a dark blue. By the time the two of you made it back to her house, Riri went into the house to wash up and attempt to get a quick nap in before dinner. Her mom was sitting in the recliner watching The Brothers and informed her. The food would be ready in about two more hours. You were still outside sitting on the front porch watching the snow fall.

It was when the winds started to pick up and get stronger with each breeze. You called it a night and went inside. Riri was in bed buried under the covers, and there was a small space heater going, making the room slightly warmer than the rest of the house. You shrugged out of your jacket, socks, and gloves before slipping into the bed with her. She let out a soft hum to greet you and turned her body around to face you.

"How you feeling, Ma?"

"Snow is freaking beautiful but got damn I'm freezing," you whispered through chattering teeth.

"I told you to come inside and watch the snow fall, but you never want to listen." Riri gloated, shaking her head with an amused smile that you could barely make out under the darkness of the duvet.

"Well, it's a good thing I have you to warm me up then, huh?" you commented. Riri wasn't sure of what you meant at first but found out a second later. When your feet pushed their way under her legs. You grinned as Riri let out an even louder shriek than the one from earlier. No doubt your toes were the coldest part of your body.

"Holy shit y/n" Riri shouted, attempting to scoot away, but you let out a whine stretching your legs out to follow her. You wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her back.

"Okay, okay, your feet can stay, but you got to chill," she complained, squirming in your arms. As your hands found her bare skin again. "You lucky I freaking love you because your ass should be on the floor for that little stunt."

"Come on, you're used to this. I'm not, which means you have to be my personal space heater."

"Man, you could've given me a heads up, at least."

You shook your head. "You would've said no."

"Damn right now come here let's get some sleep before the food is ready. I'm tired, and my mom will not tolerate us ditching dinner." Riri opened her arms, letting you settle in her embrace with your face buried in her chest.

"Oh yeah, I love you too, Ri,"

Riri gave you a quick squeeze indicating she heard you, and both of you fell into a blissful sleep.

#mcu imagine #riri williams x reader #riri williams imagine #marvel imagine

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alittlextrathatway · 4 months

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Only bought this dress so you could take it off + living room

Final part of the Football AU I started. You can find the other parts here: part one | part two | part three

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Matt's been back in practices and games for two weeks when he finally approaches Sylvie about a date. He takes her out for dinner and a concert. Their special teams coach is in a Rush cover band and tonight was their last gig until after New Years. It was important to Mouch that they show up.

Afterward, they go out to dinner at Swift and Sons.

Sylvie calls it the best dinner she'd ever had and declares before they've even had dessert that Swift and Sons is her new favorite restaurant. To say Matt feels as if the date is going well is an understatement.

The two of them seem to have the same priorities and similar tastes. She loved spending their date supporting Mouch. Since she joined the team, Sylvie and Mouch have developed a close bond. He dotes on her as if she's the daughter he never had and Sylvie enjoys listening to him tell however many stories he wants. She appreciates his humor and his wisdom.

Watching Sylvie bond with someone who's been a mentor to him his entire career means more to him than Sylvie knows.

She cherishes the people in her life to the same degree Matt always has. To him, it speaks to her character and leaves him in more awe of her than ever.

"I can't believe you've never listened to Rush," he teases, shaking his head at her after he directs his driver to take them to Sylvie's condo.

Not one to simply sit back and take it, she dishes the teasing right back. "You'll have to forgive me for not being of a certain age."

"Did you just call me old?" Matt asks, feigning outrage. "I am not old!"

"No, but you have to admit you have suspiciously old taste in music," she says, chuckling through her words.

"Because I don't listen to Taylor Swift all the time, that means I'm old?"

"I don't listen to Taylor Swift all the time."

"No, that's true. Sometimes you listen to boybands."

"Hey! There is nothing wrong with a good boyband! We would be missing out on some truly iconic songs without them," she says, playfully smacking his shoulder.

"Okay, sure."

"Oh, I will get you to take that back eventually. Mark my words, Quarterback."

The car stops indicating they've arrived. Sylvie glances out the window but doesn't reach for the door handle. She briefly bites her bottom lip and then aims a beseeching smile at him. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?"

Yes. He would like that very much. "As long as there's decaf," he jokes. "Or else I'm gonna be up all night."

She laughs and rolls her eyes at him. "Maybe being up all night might be worth it, did you think of that?"

Oh, he did. More than once. "I guess there's a chance it might, yeah."

She steps out of the car first, giving him the perfect view of her dress. It's black and backless with a halter neck. The knot holding it up rests on the nape of her neck. The minute she opened the door, he imagined what would happen if that knot came undone. He has no expectation of finding out tonight. They may have known each other for weeks now, but this is still their first date. Whatever happens, happens, but he won't put unnecessary pressure on her. Not about intimacy, physical or emotional. He knows better than most that if it's not freely given then it means nothing. Trying to force someone to do what you want them to do will always drive people further apart.

Once he's out of the car, she grabs his hand and laces their fingers together. Waving at her doorman as they pass, she makes a beeline for the elevator. Within a few minutes, that pass strangely quickly, they're standing in her living room as she drops her keys on to her coffee table.

Her condo is relatively small, but extremely cozy. She's filled it with soothing colors and personal memories. It's not just a place to live, it's a home. His condo is nowhere near this comfortable. He just never knows what to do with all the space. Aside from Football, he doesn't have many good memories to put in picture frames and use for decoration.

"I like your place," he offers, glancing around with a small wistful smile.

"Yeah, right," she says with a scoff. "It's tiny compared to your penthouse."

"More expensive isn't always better," Matt tells her. "I have a lot of space but it's all empty so it doesn't do me much good."

"Well, you can come and share my space anytime you want," Sylvie offers as she crosses the living room and heads for the kitchen. She starts a pot of coffee as she continues. "Honestly, most of the time I feel pretty isolated when I'm home. Being in a new city and not knowing very many people is lonely sometimes."

"You should call me when you need some company. I have no social life," he says with a self deprecating smirk. "You won't be interrupting anything."

“If you’re waiting for me to call and I’m waiting for you to come over then no wonder we’re both still so lonely all these weeks after meeting,” she says, laughing softly.

“I don’t want to disrupt your life any more than I already have,” he explains. It’s the first time that night that either of them have referenced their recent popularity in the press. Their affection for each other made it into Page Six and ever since the public has kept an eye on them, looking for any signs of their burgeoning relationship. “So, I’m trying to let you set the pace.”

“I appreciate that,” Sylvie says, looping her arms around his shoulders. “Most guys wouldn’t even think about that. Trust me, I know.”

His hands find her waist, pulling her closer and closer until her chest rests against his. “Yeah, well, I have a feeling you’re as private as I am. I had a hard time adjusting to life in the public eye early on in my career. I’d like to make that easier for you, if I can.”

“That’s a lot of thinking for a guy who hasn’t even kissed me yet.”

His stare roams her face and he finds a playful smile on her lips and a challenging gleam in her eyes. If he’s letting her behavior be his guide, then he’s long overdue on taking them to the next level. It’s a good thing he still has time to correct himself.

“It’s been nice to have a friend, Matt,” Sylvie tells him, letting one of her hands drift into the short hairs on the back of his head. “Especially while settling in. So, thank you for that.” He tenses for a second, afraid she might be letting him down easy, but then her eyes drift down to his lips as she keeps talking. ”But I’m all settled in now and I’d like to be more than just your friend. If that’s okay with you?”

He chuckles, holding her tighter and resting his forehead against hers. “That’s more than okay with me. Honestly, I’ve been waiting for this moment from the first minute that we met.”

She looks skeptical, unsure if he’s flattering her or being truthful, but before she can ask he swoops in and slants his mouth over hers -- sealing them together. A startled noise escapes her throat, but as her lips part and the kiss intensifies it deepens into a moan. She tries to press herself closer, but they’re as close as they can possibly be while standing up. Matt backs her up toward the sofa, pressing her down onto it once the backs of her legs hit the couch.

He’s not sure what she’s feeling but he knows for certain he’s never felt kisses like these. They’re drugging and exhilarating all at once. Goosebumps raise all over his skin and he feels overheated everywhere he hands wander. He can already tell she’s going to be an addiction he’ll never be able to quit.

This is a once in a lifetime moment and he plans to commit every bit of it to memory. The textures, the tastes, the sounds -- not a bit of it will fade no matter how long he lives.

As his kisses trail down her neck, Sylvie gently pushes against his shoulder, indicating she wants his attention. When he looks up at her, she’s grinning wickedly.

“I don’t know where you see this night going or how far you want to take this, but you should know…I bought this dress with the intention of it ending up on the floor.”His fantasy of untying that delicate bow resting on the nape of her neck comes roaring back to him as he smiles slowly and crookedly. She’s already making his wildest dreams come true and he has a feeling she’ll bring many more of them to life in the future. This isn’t just any date, it’s the date. He knows in his bones that this is the last first date he’ll ever have.

#brettsey #sylvie brett #matt casey #matt casey x sylvie brett #tvshowconfessions #prompt fic #my fic #angellwings writes

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Sum 41 - Heaven :X: Hell

Final albums are weird, aren’t they? A lot of bands put out their final album without even knowing, because something happens unexpectedly and they break up, but what happens when you know a band’s final album is coming? That’s the case of Sum 41, a pop-punk band that’s been kicking for the last 27 years, only to call it quits this year after their final album, Heaven :X: Hell, was released. The album’s been out for a few days now, and I wanted to listen to this out of curiosity. The thing is, I’m not really a fan of these guys, and I’ve only listened to a couple of albums from them, including some of their classic material. I just never got into them, whether it was their sound being too generic and boring for my liking, or their vocalist just not being that good to me. I still wanted to hear this, because it’s their final album, so it’s one last hurrah for the band, and this album was touted as a double album that was set to feature both “sides” of the band. The first half was to be more pop-punk, whereas the second half was to have a heavier sound and showcase more of their metal influences. That is the one thing I thought was cool about Sum 41 — they got a bit heavier than their peers by including thrash and hardcore riffs here and there. The question is, though, does this nearly hour-long double album deliver?

The short answer is yes, it does, but there is a bit of a caveat to that. This record gives me mixed feelings, because it doesn’t need to be 55 minutes, and it’s nothing special, but it’s quite a lot of fun from front to back. Most longer albums don’t need to be that long, but I wouldn’t argue this album feels justified with its length, at least to a point and maybe depending on who you are. If you love this band, you’ll love this album, and love that we got a double album, instead of a single collection of songs. The more, the merrier, as the saying goes. Most diehard fans won’t complain with getting more, and even as someone that isn’t a huge fan, I have to admit this is pretty cool. The band sounds in top shape, and despite how a majority of this album sounds the same, it’s still fun. Both halves of the album are good, but on my first couple listens, I couldn’t quite discern where the “metal” came into play, at least on the second half that is supposed to heavier. The second half of this album is heavier, but it’s subtle, aside from a few guitar solos. There are some hardcore and thrashy moments, but not a lot of outward metal songs or moments.

Even then, the album is a lot of fun, despite not being anything out of the ordinary, but that’s the point. The band is calling it quits with this, so why subvert expectations when you can give fans what they want? This album seems like it’s for fans, and if you’re not a fan, it doesn’t do anything you haven’t heard. I enjoy it quite a bit, but not as much as someone that is a diehard fan. I wouldn’t say I love this record, although I enjoy it a lot, but I will say that their cover of The Rolling Stone’s “Paint It Black” is fantastic, and I really love that. It was very unexpected, but really good. I don’t know if I want to sit through a 55-minute double album for a few songs I really liked, despite enjoying the whole thing. If you’re a fan, I think you’ll have a blast with this, and it’s a great send off. The band is going out on their own terms, and their breakup has some more weight on it, versus happening unexpectedly. I still like this album a lot, as it has solid stuff, but it’s nothing I haven’t heard, or done as well some of my favorite generic pop-punk albums. It’s worth a listen, though, and for not being a fan, I had a blast with it.

#sum 41 #Heaven hell #pop punk #metal #heavy metal #rock #Canada #thrash metal

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Smitten

Based On: Smitten by Leanna Firestone

Summary: You’re slowly realizing that you’re falling in love with your friend, Eddie

Warnings/Tags: fluff|short blurb|smoking mention

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You snored and it was the most Beautiful sound that I'd ever heard, and I'm sure If we ever got old and married it would get on my nerves but Right now, for the first time I think it's so cute you can't breathe right So sweet dreams, sweetheart, sleep tight

I whispered it so you wouldn’t wake up. I never thought words could be so terrifying, but they were. “I love you”. I find it kind of weird that this is the moment I finally felt it, but a part of me also found it romantic. You laid beside me in a deep sleep. I gently pushed your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. Once I did, you scared the hell out of me with the loudest, heartiest snore I’ve ever heard. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughs. Do you really snore like this every night? I guess this is something I’ll have to get used to if you’re going to sleep over often. I found it sweet that you feel comfortable enough to sleep like this around me. Usually you’re so jumpy and theatrical, but right now, you look peaceful and sweet. I kissed your forehead before finally turning off the TV.

I think I must be doing something right To deserve you in my life So I thank God and my lucky stars alike 'Cos I don't know what I did or How I did it but I did something right

I’m not sure why we crossed paths or why you even enjoy my company, but I love being around you, Eddie. You were probably unsure about me at first, considering you think the entire town hates you, but it didn’t stop me from taking a seat next to you on the first day of US history. Every attempt you made to close yourself off to me failed. I made it a mission to be there for you whenever I could and eventually you took your walls down. I am beyond grateful we both had the patience to let our friendship blossom. I came to your D&D campaigns and you came to my band concerts. All of our other friends were so mad at first to see us so attached to the hip, but I know now that they’re so happy for us.

You smiled and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen, and And you apologized Then you covered your mouth 'cuz You're insecure about your crooked teeth, but Can I just say this, I'm kinda glad that you never got braces 'Cuz I like your smile just the way it is

It kills me that you never really found yourself as beautiful. Eddie you are as gorgeous as your soul is. Besides your perfectly messy curls and those giant brown orbs, my favorite part of you is your smile. You’re always so embarrassed by it because you grew up too poor to get braces and you smoke like a chimney, but your imperfect smile sends arrows straight to my heart. I look forward to seeing you everyday because I know you smile wide just for me. Your friends tell me I must be a witch because you’ve never smiled this much in your life. I gather up all the dirty jokes and stupid puns I can just so I can use them to cheer you up.

I'm helplessly and hopelessly smitten And usually I'd be too scared to admit it, but You make me the best kind of nervous Pretty sure you do that shit on purpose

Helplessly and hopelessly smitten is the perfect description of how I feel. Putting our friendship on the line like this is terrifying, but my anxiety will never overpower the way I fall more and more in love with you everyday. I’m gathering all my courage to tell you how I feel, but something tells me you’re catching on already. You stand a little too close, and our hands brush constantly. You never look at me the way you look at our friends. You hold me tight when we hug and you kiss my hand every chance you get. Are you trying to say you love me too, Eddie? When everyone else at the lunch table stands up and walks away, I pull your hand to stay with me.

“Let me guess, we’re in love?” Eddie asked with a goofy grin.

#eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #song fic

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I finished reading If This Gets Out this morning (because who needs sleep before work!? Lol) and it only left me wanting to read more of the 4 friends' journey. So I'm sorry, but I have to talk about it at least for a bit.

This was the first book I finished in literal YEARS, so I really didn't expect to get sucked in so easily. I mean, I expected the theme would appeal to me otherwise I wouldn't have bought the book in the first place. But I really didn't think it would leave me wanting to do nothing more but continue reading all day..

First, the writing is so good! The story just flows nicely from the very beginning. I do love my boybands and knowing all the challenges mentioned in the book were realistic made the read all the more interesting and made me even more invested in the Saturday story every step of the way.

I really liked that from the start it was obvious that the boys were true friends and really cared for one another, too (which, as far as I know, actually isn't as common in boyband culture). Also, all of them are genuinely good people which makes you wanna root for them all the more to succeed.

Another bonus point for the quality writing - you know from the storytelling most of what's about to unfold.. yet somehow it makes wanna get to that particular plot even faster.

I have to admit, I initially had my doubts about where Jon's loyalty lied when it came to his father and his friends.. But by the time Ruben actually accused him of trying to resolve The Tension just for the band's sake, I was like "How can you say that!?", lol. Sorry I ever doubted you, honey!

I think my absolute favorite moment from the book was the hug Mrs. Phan gave Jon. Just a tiny little scene, yet it made me tear up.

I felt the romance between Ruben and Zach was developing at a nice pace as well. Although I can't even count the times I slammed the book against my forehead during The Tension.. 😅

Of course, I might be biased because Angel's my favorite character. What can I say!? I have a type - hilarious And cocky. I made my peace with that. Obviously, that's not the only reason why he's my favorite. But I really did love all of the boys and the order of favorites on the other positions kept changing constantly.

Okay, I would go into more detail but the post is already much longer than I anticipated and I have to get back to work anyway, lol.

Finally.. Was the book perfect? No. Was there any moment I thought was bad? Also no. So I can only recommend it.

One last thing, though. I will forever be bitter that Ruben unintentionally basically confirming ANJON in Rome was never mentioned again.. Not even a single tweet!? Really!? J/K

#if this gets out #ITGO #sophie gonzales #cale dietrich

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The Moon & Her Sun // Josh Kiszka {4}

Chapter Four // The Lovers

Josh Kiszka x fem! musician reader

Word Count: 2.2K

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Hi y'all! This will be a multi-part, slow burn story so buckle up. Also, the titles will be very tarot-based but I am by no means an expert.

Warnings: SMUT (oral f&m receiving, protected sex), swearing, drinking

*18+ only, Minors DNI; seriously this chapter is almost exclusively filth*

You spent the rest of the day bouncing from stage to stage, taking in as many shows as you could. Josh stuck by your side the whole time, even when you went to see musicians you knew he wasn’t a huge fan of—like the current show you were waiting to get started.

“Josh, I appreciate what you’re doing but you really don’t have to stay with me, I know you don’t like this band.”

“Well, that’s not totally true, they’re alright, I guess” he fibbed.

“Joshua. Every time their songs come up on my playlist you change it, even if you’re in a different room. Seriously, you can go see another show if you want, I’m totally fine now.”

Despite your assurances, he shook his head as he replied, “And I’m fine too. I just feel better staying with you, okay? I know I couldn’t do much if he tried something but I’d be stressed otherwise. Can we drop it?” he asked, his cheeks pink-tinged.

“Sure, consider it dropped” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Can I at least get you another drink for your trouble?”

“You’re not a trouble but I will take another one of whatever you just had, it tasted exquisite” he smiled, pinching your hip lightly as you turned to go.

“Don’t make me change my mind Kiszka!” you called over your shoulder, drawing another laugh from him. You pulled out your phone as you waited in line, sighing at all the texts from your bandmates that had poured in since one of the boys had filled them in on the Max situation. The news had sent them all into a tizzy, which you understood, but you now kept having to stress you were okay. A little shaken up, but okay—plus, that’s where the drinks came in. Staying a bit buzzed was keeping the nerves at bay and as much as you teased Josh, you were grateful for the company.

You finally made your way to the front, ordering 4 drinks so you wouldn’t have to wait on the long line again. As you climbed up the stairs, Josh met you at the top, grabbing two glasses as he shook his head at you. “We’re double-fisting drinks now, Y/N/N?” he laughed, sipping his drink.

“Unless you want to wait on another long-ass line, yes” you replied, rolling your eyes. He set the two extras to the side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the band finally began their set. You contentedly sang along, quickly finishing your drinks as the band played through their set. You cheered, jumping up and down as the starting notes of your favorite song began.

Josh pulled you back into his chest so you could hear him better over the music, “I do have to admit I like this one. I even let you play it sometimes.”

“Well then dance with me, Joshy” you replied, grinding your backside into him suggestively. It was too loud to hear the sharp intake of his breath but you felt it. You smirked before he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush into his chest. One of your hands rested on his forearm while the other looped behind you, fingers tangling in his curls as you two began dancing against one another.

The feel of him pressed against you was intoxicating and you let yourself get lost in the simple pleasure of him. His head stayed buried in your neck as you danced against him, singing along to the song as you felt him start to harden against you. The promise of what could happen if you just let go for once was overpowering your normal doubts and trepidation.

You definitely weren’t drunk but you didn’t think you’d have the guts to say this without some liquid courage: “Want to head back to the hotel?”

Josh paused his dancing, turning you around so he could look you in the eye. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Really, dad?” you half-joked, fidgeting nervously in his arms. His hesitation was sobering you up by the second—maybe you’d waited too long to make a move.

“Yes, really. And wipe that look off your face, I obviously still want you. I just don’t want to do this if you drank too much because you’re upset over the Max thing, which I would totally understa—”

You shut him up by pressing your lips to his, pulling him flush against you. Your heart soared as he returned the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips. Your body felt like it was on fire as your tongues explored each other before you finally pulled away, desperate for air. Josh still had his eyes closed, forehead resting on yours.

“Wow” he mumbled, a soft smile lighting up his face, making your heart flutter.

“I appreciate your concern but I am more than capable of making a decision. Also, if you mention that fucker’s name one more time, I’m calling this off.”

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Josh’s thoughts were fuzzy as you pulled him down the hallway towards your hotel room. He had barely had anything to drink that evening but he was absolutely intoxicated by the thought of what was about to happen. Still, he had a nervous pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite get rid of—that maybe you would regret this in the morning, maybe you weren’t in the best place to make this decision. But you had made it plenty clear side stage that you wanted this, so who was he to project his worries onto you?

Josh returned to the present moment as he heard your door beep and you quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him in behind you. Your lips found his as soon as the door clicked shut and he felt his breath pulled away from him as you dragged him towards your bed. His hands slipped under your shirt, desperate to touch your skin as your lips crashed together.

You giggled as you fell back onto the bed, pulling him with you. He took the pause to pull away enough to place gentle kisses along your neck, drawing a soft moan from you as he sucked just below your earlobe. He felt your hands eagerly tugging at his shirt and he moved back enough for you to yank it off. As he lost himself in the taste of you, you two quickly shed the rest of your clothes. His lips eagerly found your chest once he’d removed your bra, sucking lightly, drawing heavy sighs from your mouth. He switched to your other breast before trailing kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear.

He paused then, fighting between his urges and his feelings. His eyes met yours and, seeming to sense his hesitation, you pulled him up to you, placing gentle kisses on his face. “Say whatever you need to say Josh.”

“I just need to know what we’re doing here. Because if we do this, I want the whole thing, Y/N. I know I said I’d be happy with whatever you gave me but so much has changed over the last month or so—if we do this, I want all of you. Do you understand?” he asked, eyes desperately searching yours.

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“I’m yours Josh. All of me. Everything.”

It was apparently all he needed to hear. He placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before quickly removing your underwear, settling between your thighs, “Beautiful” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss to your center.

You tightened your fingers in his curls, desperate for more, and he quickly plunged a finger inside you. You felt his hot breath as he groaned against you before adding another finger once he realized how wet you were for him. Your back arched as his curled fingers found your spot just as his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue deftly stroking.

“Fuck, Josh” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. As he continued working you with his tongue and fingers you felt yourself approaching a climax embarrassingly quickly. But this was months of tension and waiting, so you didn’t hold back as his third finger quickly sent you tumbling over the edge, screaming his name.

“Eager for me, huh, mama?” he smirked as he looked up at you. Normally, you’d argue back with some quick remark but you were desperate in this moment, frantic to get more, more, more of him. You pulled him up to your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips. You quickly flipped him over, not breaking the kiss as your hands moved down to palm him over his boxers. He groaned into your mouth, hips bucking up to meet your hand.

“Who’s eager now, huh, Joshua?” you murmured against his lips before kissing your way down his torso, finally removing his boxers. You felt yourself dampen further as you took in his thickness. You ran a tentative thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum gathered there.

“Fuck, please, Y/N” he gasped out beneath you, drawing your eyes up to his. His pupils were blown out in pleasure and the sight excited you.

“Please, what Joshua?” you asked coyly, placing a gentle kiss to his tip as your hands swept down the length of him.

“Please taste me, please” he begged. You gently stroked him, tilting your head as if in thought before running your tongue along the underside of his cock drawing a loud groan from him. “Thank you, thank you, fuck.”

You smirked at his enthusiasm, quickly taking his tip fully into your mouth, sucking roughly before bobbing your head down. You only stopped once your nose hit his stomach and his hands held you there as more groans and curses fell from his mouth. You pulled back with a pop, looking him directly in the eye, “Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked, never breaking the rhythm of your hand.

“It feels so fucking good baby” he panted, hips bucking up to meet each stroke. “But I think your pussy would feel even better.”

You felt more heat pool in your core as you eagerly dug through your nightstand drawer, quickly rolling on the condom. His fingers dug into your hips as you sunk down onto him, drawing moans from both of your mouths. You gave yourself a minute to adjust before you began rocking against him.

You were almost overwhelmed at the feel of him finally inside you, pushing away thoughts about how you two fit together like puzzle pieces. You moaned loudly as his hips snapped up to meet yours, forcing you back into the present moment, as you picked up your pace to match his.

“God you’re beautiful, Y/N” Josh murmured and your heart fluttered at the repeated praise he was giving you. He wrapped his arm around your back before sitting up and this new angle allowed him to get even deeper.

“Fuck, Josh, you fill me so fucking good” you ground out as he held you tight against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulders as your hips met together over and over again. As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you could feel your legs giving out so you rolled over, pulling him on top of you.

You watched as he pulled away just enough to watch himself plunge in and out of you, eyes sparkling with lust at the view. He caught you looking and smirked, leaning down to give you another messy kiss. As your tongues battled for dominance, he snuck his hand between your bodies, fingers deftly circling your clit making you throw your head back at the intensity. You felt close to orgasming again and you scrunched your eyes closed wanting to focus on the feel of him working you so well.

“Are you getting close baby? I can feel you squeezing me, it feels fucking incredible” Josh groaned and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop” you gasped, as you began to meet his thrusts. He quickly placed his other hand on your stomach, forcing you to stay in place, making you whine.

“I won’t stop as long as you do one thing for me” he said, placing his forehead against yours.

“Anything, anything” you moaned, seconds away from orgasming.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, understood?”

You nodded and he picked up his pace just enough for you to quickly find your release, your eyes flying open as you cried out for him. He held your gaze as he guided you through your final orgasm and the intimacy made your heart catch in your chest. Was that…love in his eyes as he looked at you? You were distracted from this thought as he called out your name, climaxing as he held your hips in place tight against his own.

As his motions stilled, you felt yourself returning to your body, coming down from the high that he had drawn out of you.

“That was fucking incredible, Y/N” he smiled, placing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling out and cleaning himself up. You laid in a pleasurable haze as he wiped a warm washcloth against your core, taking care of you, as well. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes falling closed as he pulled you into his chest, peppering kisses along your back and shoulder.

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The next morning, Josh groaned as the sun filtering in through the curtains finally pierced through his deep sleep. He reached his hand out to find your skin and felt his heart drop as only cool sheets met his fingertips.

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A/N: Eep, sorry to leave you hanging! Next chapter will be up over the weekend, so not too long of a wait :) Thanks for sticking around through four chapters, I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed!

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet x reader #gvf smut #gvf #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka imagine #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #moon and her sun series

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embyrinitalics · 1 year

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Forever stanning The Wolf King 👀

Guuuurl me too ✊😔

So. The Wolf King. I just checked the version history of the file and I started it back in April 2020. That's like right as pandemic started. SOME OF YOU HAVE KIDS YOUNGER THAN THIS DOC. 😂

I really want to finish An Inconvenience and To Whom it May Concern before I dive into this again (it'll be time consuming; there's lots wrong with it, and given how much of it I wrote 2+ years ago, I'll almost certainly be rewriting it anyway), but I still plan for it to be the next longfic I tackle (before the Last Airbender AU, Defiance, and whatever fics get spawned out of TotK in May 🥴).

Here's how it starts:

It was raining. That was the trouble with April weddings. It was all radiance and spring blossoms one day, and a sky glutted with dreary clouds the next, and there was no telling which one might get. Not that there had been much consideration for the weather when the offer came. It had been a Tuesday. And wasn't that a strange detail to latch onto? The proposal had been by letter, and quite terse. A whirlwind of papers and signatures were exchanged, and by the end of the week she was no longer the daughter Bosphoramus, and there was a band on her left hand. The ring was too big. It twirled on her finger with the slightest encouragement from either neighbor, or her thumb. She had taken to rolling it around whenever she was thinking. She was rolling it now, curse it all. Zelda was sitting at a bay window overlooking the front gardens. An onlooker might have assumed she was an eager bride, watching the hillside for signs of the carriage bearing her new husband to her. The truth was the front gardens were her favorite, and she didn't know when she might see them again. Knuckles rapped on the door. She didn't wonder who it was. She knew the sound like she knew her own heartbeat. It had served as a replacement for a lot of other things—bedtime stories, and goodnight kisses, and warm embraces when nightmares had stolen precious sleep. Her father just wasn't the sort of man to step easily into a role that was so obviously affectionate. She understood. After so many years, that gentle sound was comforting in its own way. “Come in.” The door unlatched, and then quietly clicked shut. She turned when he only crossed half the room, meeting raven eyes that were half draped in shadow. He was staring. Her lips twitched towards a curious smirk. “What is it?” “You look lovely.” There was too much makeup on her eyes and her mouth, and she was absolutely forbidden by her ladies, under pain of death, to touch her face for any reason until after it had served its purpose. She swallowed a few uncharitable remarks, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt. “Let's hope he thinks so.” He moved finally, sitting across from her at the window. The gardens down below and the path beyond were quiet, bending and warping as raindrops snaked down the glass. “The day I married your mother, she pulled half the pins from her hair before I got to see her and weaved flowers into her braids,” he murmured, a rueful smile tugging at his mouth. “Most of the paint had probably come off. Her family was horrified. But I thought it suited her. It was wild, like she was.” She allowed herself a small smile, too, remembering. It was strange how much joy the memory of her could stir up in them both, even though her death had been unspeakably painful. Even though she was haunting them now in ways neither of them could have foreseen. “She hardly knew me. But she wasn't afraid to be herself, to make the most of it. She was selfless like that. She wanted very much for both of us to be happy. And we were. I credit her with that entirely.” “I wish I was more like Mother,” she admitted, quietly, like the walls might hear and throw it to the ravenous gossip mongers below. But his smile stayed in place. It's just another political maneuver, he’d told her once, frowning, as they stared out of that same window. It can never change who she was. I only wish it would not mean such hardship for you. “You have her spark,” he mused, taking her hands gently, finding her eyes. It made a breath lodge in her throat. “Give him a chance. He asked for you, in spite of everything. You may yet do for him what your mother did for me.”

And in that, at least, she was indebted to him—the so-called Wolf King of Akkala. When the world had cast her off as damaged and undesirable, his proposal had come like a beacon of hope. It was an opportunity, and in principle she was grateful. But once the initial rush of relief had passed, she felt riddled with holes. What could possibly have motivated him? She imagined a foreign house harboring her with thinly veiled disdain, or a brutish husband who dangled her disgrace over her head to ensure her subservience. The truth was she didn't know what to expect, and that was most frightening of all. “I'll try,” she promised. He nodded, as though that were enough. Maybe it was. They waited at the window, seconds draining into minutes, and then half an hour. Finally a carriage crested the ridge, rising up out of the horizon with the rainclouds: dark, sodden, driven, and her heart pounded in time with the horse’s hooves. Her father stood, breaking her out of something both painfully alive and catatonic at once, and offered her his arm and a grim smile. “My stomach’s in knots,” she whispered, rising to take both, latching onto them like boulders amidst rapids. “What if he’s awful? What if he has no sense of humor?” “Come home,” he suggested easily. “You can have your old room.” She smiled at him so hard her eyes crinkled, and then watered. He found a safe place to lay a kiss on her hair, and there was tenderness enough in it that it transmuted to courage in her breast.

#WIP tag game #The Wolf King #anonymous #snippet

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anvilsims · 5 months

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Trevor and Maci took me to this new seafood place for my birthday. They were even nice enough to ask the waiter to not sing Happy Birthday. Ha!

Made the whole "going grey" business a lot more manageable. I also had to start wearing glasses. All those years of reading and writing essays finally catching up.

I like to think I'm still handsome despite all that.

A couple days later, Trevor and I were taking Daisy to the dog park when I ran into two fellow oldsters.

Their names were Rita and Issac.

I initially thought they were a couple but Issac was quickly to correct me. He and Rita were just good friends who had living together for ages. Neither of them settled down with a family.

They were both easy to talk to but Rita and I really hit it off.

We were both music lovers so we were able to chat for a long while about our favorite bands and musicians.

And here I was worried that I'd be out of place with the other elders.

A couple weeks later, Erika came for a visit!

She felt so bad that she wasn't able to see us when we last visited to meet Jean so she arranged a trip for herself.

We quickly caught up. Erika had been flourishing in Mt. Komorebi's extreme sports scene and Arturo was in the process of adopting another kid.

I told her about the birthday surprise from Trevor and Maci and about meeting Rita and Issac...

In fact I might have been a little too excited to talk about Rita.

"Oh? Is my eternally single old man falling in love?"

"Wha!?"

"Dad, I'm your eldest so I can say for sure that I have never heard you talk like this about your friends."

"*Sigh* Don't tell me that I finally found "the right one." I'd been hearing that since high school..."

"Dad, no! You know I'd never say that. I'm just saying that... well maybe you're demi rather than just ace. You just needed to build a strong emotional bond."

She had a point.

"Okay, I can tell you're still thinking about this. Give yourself some time to figure it out. I believe in you.~"

I thought about what Erika said the next time I invited Rita.

I'll admit that spending time with Rita felt a little different compared to past friends or even Issac.

I don't think it's sexual attraction. But things just kind of... click with her.

I still can't really picture myself as flirty or even *cough* enjoying some woohoo.

But I think there's... something between Rita and I.

#sims 4 #the sims 4 #whimsy stories legacy challenge #generation 2 #heir: linden lovewell #Both Rita and Issac came from the Gallery and I wasn't sure which one to hook up with Linden at first so I just let them interact #And the more I thought of it the more Rita and Liden seemed cuter to me #So shout-out to Ploppy009 for making Rita and M1ss-B-Haven for making Issac

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ratsalad · 2 years

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love reading your house md thoughts. is there anything about the show you would change if you could?

the first thought that came to me: i'd change things so that wilson and cuddy weren't constantly trying to change house or tell him what to do re: his addiction when he so clearly wasn't ready to change.

this was a big issue for me throughout the show, because while i understand their frustration as people who love him and who don't want to see him suffer, they failed to see that the constant lecturing pushed house deeper into denial - as it often does to addicts when they're in the precontemplative stage.

what he really needed instead was support (not to be confused with enabling), acceptance and understanding of his choices - real understanding; the awareness that he is where he is right now and they can't change him. this doesn't mean they shouldn't speak up when he makes bad choices. frankly, they were fantastic friends - the only problem was that they didn't realize people don't come out of denial unless they realize it themselves.

but i can also see why wilson (if not cuddy - and only because i don't have as good a read on her as wilson) couldn't be this person for house - wilson's a fixer. he has to feel needed, so he gives people solutions to their problems - even problems they're not willing to admit to having.

house eventually did get out of precontemplative and into contemplative at the end of season 5 when he realized things were too far gone and he needed help - and good for him - but notice how he had to come to that realization himself. it really, really cannot work any other way. i speak from first hand experience.

i'm not sure if i can think of any Big Plot Things to change - the show's writing is far from perfect, but overall i'm satisfied with where they decided to go mostly. there are some things i'd change:

i wish cuddy respected house's disability more in earlier seasons;

i wish he wasn't referred to as an addict in earlier seasons when he was really just a guy in so much pain he developed a dependence (you can see how he might get defensive - and unwilling to recognize later on that he does have an addiction - when people were calling him an addict before he was even an addict);

the majority of season 8 felt like the equivalent of naruto filler episodes

while i do think house never got over the events of the season 7 finale i wish we'd seen him struggling with them at least a little while he was in prison. and i wish we'd seen cuddy at least once in season 8. at his funeral perhaps. feels wrong that she wasn't there

huddy in general. i don't know WHAT i'd change - maybe i wouldn't have teased the ship from, oh i don't know, SEASON 1 - i just know that it could've gone better. i'd have still broke them up, absolutely; but the way it ended (and even began, to an extent) in the show left me dissatisfied

lbr house escaping to some other country after running his car into huddy’s house was sort of ridiculous

house in actual band t-shirts

i'm not a fan of the whole selecting-my-employees-with-a-game-show format of season 4

more house wearing cozy-looking hoodies

my god they really ran out of plots for each episode around seasons 5/6/7. the medical stuff really dipped, too - i rewatched a few episodes from season 1 and the medicine was SO solid, leagues above the later seasons, not to mention other medical dramas: the nun with the copper T, the schizophrenic mom who wasn't schizophrenic at all, those were some of my favorite episodes, and they managed to simultaneously weave in those themes of human nature that's REALLY what this show's trying to get at. towards 5/6/7 i felt like these aspects got really messy.

more house chilling at home

that's kind of all i can think of right now! thanks for sending this in, it was very fun to answer. it's also very kind of you to say that about my house posts, especially because they (especially towards the end of the show) were more cyclic ruminations stemming from Real Actual worry/anxiety for house and some level of projection than true analysis. but thanks nevertheless, it's always gratifying to know that people have been reading them!

#dootnoot #this was a very unexpected awesome ask to receive thank you!!!!!!#house md #houseposting #<- tag for all my house thoughts #vaaya moodu #ask #can you tell i just want house to feel content and have a good time.

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paperpeacock · 2 years

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Hiya I love your blog and your fics sm they are so adorable can I please have hcs for Keith with an s/o who is taller than him? Thank you have a nice day and please stay safe, also eat + drink properly! (っ.❛ ᴗ ❛.)っ

(!! If this makes you feel uncomfortable in any way please do ignore/delete !!)

Hi, thank you so much for requesting! I really enjoyed making this (Please forgive me, this is my first time making HCs) and I hope you have a wonderful day because you are too sweet!

Keith x Taller S/O - Headcanons

. Between you and Keith, you were definitely the more collected of the pair. Being the one to introduce both of you to new people. Even in minor instances, like when Keith couldn't reach the desired item, it sparked a few flames. But you’d always be there to assist, often finding amusement in his rage.

. Being taller than him, you’d often find yourself holding. However, in the beginning, Keith was closed off to the thought of being held. As time passed, you reassured safety in him, your warmth would become something he’d often crave.

. You’d find delight in teasing him, patting his head, and holding something high up so he couldn't reach. This would annoy him until he heard your laugh. You were quite wise and stoic in your ways, often seeming aloof, so it came as a surprise to Keith that you could be so cute.

. One of your favorite actions was wrapping your arms around his torso and resting your chin upon his head. You'd press further into his locks often commenting on how soft his hair was, this would earn you some scarlet cheeks.

. Despite his height being the but of many of your jokes, Keith held a different position on the battlefield. After training with the Blade of Malmora, he’d grown strong. Probably the strongest fighter on the team. Nonetheless, you still fought as a pair, but, sometimes when he’d outdo you others would’ve expected you to be the more powerful one. Because, of course, the bigger person has to be the better fighter. You wouldn't share these thoughts with Keith, you wanted to be a person to lean on, a person who could listen. But you just couldn't bear such a feeble weakness.

. “You know Keith, you should make an effort to get along with people, because if nobody befriends you, then who should save you if you fall?” You commented while wrapping a final layer of band-aids around his leg. You knew he was capable on his own, he didn't require help. “You, I hope...” Your gaze flickered upwards in shock, meeting his shadowy eyes. “You’re strong Y/N” he cupped your cheek as you kneeled below him, thumb rubbing circles upon your smooth skin. You leaned further into his touch, "Your right, that was silly of me, I'll always save you"

. During training, you’d often give helpful tips, sometimes forgetting how pretentious it could sound. Your height difference gave you an advantage, but this just wouldn't do for Keith. “It's better to loosen your grip” You'd instruct, a quell smile adorning your face. “Yeah...” he would tackle you down, shoving your back against the cold metallic floor. “Keith!” you’d yell, now huffing beneath him. “You think you're so good, don’t you?” You’d ponder for a moment, his hands pressing your wrist further towards the floor. “No, I know I'm good” You’d respond lending him a laughing gaze. He’d let out a laugh, then face you with an inky, shrouded look. “Do you..., well, I think it's high time someone put you in your place”

. In truth, before you realized your love for each other. Keith was somewhat envious of your height, it allowed you to take on a more intimidating form, which you’d often use to scare opposing forces. But he’d soon realize you are just a softie, nothing about you warranted any fear. He found this to be quite adorable on you, but would never admit that he likes your soft sides.

. Finally, when getting stuff for him had become a teasing point, Keith turned this around and would often start asking you to get lots and lots of high-up items. “What do you even need this for?” you ask, reaching up for something. “I don’t know, might come in handy though...” he would flash you a smirk.

#keith kogane #voltron legendary defender #my writing #fiction #voltron #keith x reader

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erikaspoprockandmore · 1 year

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Not everyone cares about going "political"

If it wasn't already obvious (by my choice of profile picture), I love QUEEN. It's one of my favorite bands, I admire Freddie's powerful voice and I practically enjoy all of Queen's songs. Nevertheless, while reading about the chapter "Politics" I realized that I couldn't recall any political oriented songs by Queen.

I thought about some great songs like "War" by Edwin Starr which openly talks about war and how it's good for no one, apart from describing the aftermath of such event. Or Aretha Franklin's "RESPECT", empowering women to fight for their rights and claim something as simple as R-E-S-P-E-C-T. And of course, I can't forget to mention a well-known song by John Lennon, "Imagine". This is a song I particularly enjoy and of course comes with a political message encouraging the world to work towards peace and put aside our religious, ethnical and racial differences in order to come together as one. A wonderful song written at a perfect time considering the 70s was a period when the war of Vietnam was taking place.

So why did Queen, a band that came together in 1970, not ever write a "political" song? It turns out that years after Freddie Mercury passed away, Roger Taylor, a member of the band, admitted that Queen never performed any "political" songs because Mercury refused to do so. Taylor claims that Freddie once said, "Look, I don’t want to get involved in all that. I want to go round the world playing songs that people can enjoy. I’m not there to deliver a message." According to Taylor, Freddie did not want to get or become "preachy" since his priority was for people to enjoy his songs, a sentiment I disagree with. Though I'm not into politics or hate commenting on such a topic, there's a reason why I mentioned the 3 songs above and that's because I think they are great songs, with an empowering message, and a respectful way to approach the public. Nevertheless, I still love Queen and I am sure that if the band had ever written a "political" song, it would have been a total hit, but I guess not everyone in the music industry wants to go "political".

Resources: https://ultimateclassicrock.com/freddie-mercury-queen-political-songs/

P.S. I apologize for forgetting my project details. In summary for my final project I will be focusing on "Gaga Activism" and how Lady Gaga has influenced the popular culture through her involvement in many activist causes including ethical and religious issues. Not to forget her focus on mental health awareness, support for LGBT rights and even her non-profit organization, Born This Way, issues that greatly impact modern society. My main focus will be around how have Lady Gaga's own struggles led her to become an advocate for modern world struggles and what impact has this had on her own musical career.

For my sources I will be using her own documentary, My name is Lady Gaga, as well as the article "Lady Gaga and the Sociology of Fame: The Rise of a Pop Star in an Age of Celebrity". I will also be using Gaga's Netflix film, "Gaga: five foot two", and the article "When Pop Music Meets a Political Issue: Examining How “Born This Way” Influences Attitudes Toward Gays and Gay Rights Policies".

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louisloulouie · 2 years

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This 1D anniversary is special for me because on July 23, 2012 I became a fan of One Direction. It’s kind of hard to believe that today marks 10 years for me. I have thought of this band every. Single. Day. For ten years. Holy shit.

I am not being overdramatic when I say they changed my life completely. They were exactly what I needed as a little 14 year old who didn’t want to live anymore. They came at the end of the worst school year of my life, in the middle of the worse year of my life.

While all the emo music I was listening to in my room made me cry, I saw people on my Facebook feed celebrating the 2 year anniversary of One Direction. And I had previously hated 1D just like every other contrarian at the time that wanted to put down pop music and boybands. But I had to admit I was curious on this day. So I went to YouTube and I listened to some of their music and I binged some funny moments videos. And I spent the rest of my summer happy more often than not. It didn’t fix things for me, but when I listened to 1D, it definitely helped.

Their first performance I watched on my tv was at the closing ceremony for the London Olympics a couple weeks after I started liking them. Take Me Home came out in November that year, with songs about unrequited love that helped me deal with falling in love with my straight best friend of eight years who cut ties with me after I told her. 1D Day in 2013 is probably the MOST fun I’ve ever had online and among so many friends. In 2014 they released my favorite song of all time Fireproof on my birthday. In 2015 I got to go to my first and only 1D concert the same week of my birthday, their final North American show in Boston. It felt really special. I have never been happier with any music than I have been with One Direction music.

And I’ve made some amazing friends because of this band. This whole blog used to be dedicated to them and I can say with absolute certainty that the mutuals and followers I have here are the reason I come back online every day. If we have ever messaged each other, talked in the tags, replied on posts, anything, then I truly consider you a fantastic friend. I’ve had friends deactive and I haven’t talked to them since, but I still remember their names and our conversations even if it’s been years and years. With this blog I’ve spread to other fandoms and made even more incredible friends. The people made this just as incredible an experience as the band did.

I am just so grateful I gave them a chance and went to YouTube that day. One Direction is truly the reason I am who I am today. And I’m happy to be alive today and I owe a lot of that to them. I don’t know if I would have still been alive at the end of summer 2012 if it wasn’t for discovering this upbeat happy music that made me want to be happy.

I didn’t think I was gonna make such a long post but damn I love to talk on here so it’s no surprise. I’m just an emotional wreck over the one band that completely turned my life around. There’s so many other ways 1D changed my life, like how I interacted with my family, the way I dressed, my music taste, but they’ve been in my life for 10 years; the ways they’ve changed my life are endless. I just love One Direction so much and I needed to vent a little bit today now that I’ve had them for 10 years.

#I don’t expect anyone to read this I just needed to vent 😌😌#but still #imma be real I cried writing this #i still remember that day 10 years ago and fuck I just really really really miss them so much #also my mom just walked into my room and saw my nose was all red #but luckily I’m sick this week so she thinks it’s just from that lol #(also as I’ve said before I would give up all their solo careers to have the band back again #because controversial opinion but their solo careers aren’t as good as 1d music #i was gonna say except maybe niall but no not even him sorry)

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