#but i shall be on the lookout for the movie too >:)))
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Recently finished Wodehouse's A Damsel in Distress (I believe at @isfjmel-phleg's recommendation! from a WHILE ago) and am happy to report that Wodehouse is still so good for one's heart
#there's a certain joie de vivre in his writing that brings a reassuring kind of levity to any situation#which is not to make light of a serious situation but to just turn it around a little and make it a less heartrending or seemingly final#i should read wodehouse more often tbh he reminds me that there's joy in life and in people and that there's priceless value#in laughter and changing your perspective#anyway thank you for the recommendation rebekah!! i'm not sure if you recommended the book or the movie or both#but i shall be on the lookout for the movie too >:)))#reading adventures#songbird's year of feeling 22#wodehouse is probably one of the few writers who can make me laugh out loud in public transit and i love him SO much for it
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opposites attract - jude bellingham insta au.
quick sum: in which golden retriever energy jude bellingham tries to shoot his shot with black cat energy y/n. quickly realizing how determined and just sassy she is...
psa🗣️: HIII! this was supposed to be uploaded last week but i got so sidetracked i couldn't finish so here it is! fav insta au i've written tbh, so i hope you all enjoy! 🤍
fc: bella ramirez | pics: pinterest and youtube!
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ynusername: when in doubt, go with the mini skirt 😛
comments:
username: when in doubt, go take pictures at parking garage! got it!
user283: you are so UGH
username28: i’ve watched the movie like 10x by now. so obsessed with you 😣
↪️ judebellingham: same
user982: in yn we trust! 🙏
yourbestfriend: face card is insane so so so pretty 🫦
username395: you were so badass in your new movie!! legit can't stop watching!!
user953: outfit and skirt are SERVINGGG
user29321: haven't seen such a role as influential and that fits with someone so much xx
username193: ur so black cat energy in your latest interview, yn not giving any f's around here!!
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judebellingham sent a reply to your story!
↪️ shall we be on the lookout for this latest roll?? 👀
↪️ yourreply: not anytime soon
↪️ can we get a sneak peek? or would that be too much?
↪️ yourreply: i'm sorry and you are?
↪️ well this is awkward...
↪️ yourreply: mhm...
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spottedcelebrity: we can't get enough of her! she has stolen and broken the hearts of many! passionate and driven to her career, find out more about the new 'it girl', @ynusername, in our 8pm show live tonight! stay tuned for more...
comments:
user8594: THE YN? don't play with us.
username759: its the fact she turned down jacob elordi...
judebellingham: 🤝
username33: so pretty... love how she is careless and her all the time!!
vogue: that's our girl!
user234: crazy how big she got in under a year...
↪️ username483: was telling this to someone the other day! the movie barely had any pr or announcing and now its a worldwide adaptation because of her!!
ynusername: thank u for having me! 🖤
popculture: we're going to ignore who commented? 👀
↪️ spottedcelebrity: stay tuned now guys... 👀
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↪️ so beautiful! 😍😍
↪️ yourreply: no.
↪️ no?
↪️ yourreply: look at the second pic again xx
↪️ okay, i looked and what now? :))
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spottedcelebrity: and it's out, here's a small preview of our current 'it' girl's interview and photoshoot for the april campaign! acting, dating, fashion, and beauty, she gives us all her tips and iconic phrases! join us for our early show tomorrow at 11am!
comments:
username74: HER DRESS! RED IS DEF HER COLOR!
user95: 'i know my standards, and if he couldn't fit them, then that's on him' CAN WE PRASIE??
ynusername: oh my! million thank you's! 🖤
username294: is she real? like how? everyone at her feet and she could give less than a damn? need to be her so bad!
user85: she's such a bitch? wtf? how can you stan her?
↪️ username11: like she said... she's speaking her truth
↪️ user85: for who? herself? she needs a new personality
↪️ username349: people like you are the reason why she is like this. iconic and real.
judebellingham: wow! 😍
username854: jude?? when did this happen?
↪️ user09: he commented on her latest pic!!
↪️ username032: could you imagine? jude with y/n? IT COUPLE?
↪️ user281: black cat gf x golden retreiver bf? OH YEAH
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judebellingham: tested my inner actor 🫡🫡 adidas predators out now 🖤
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username395: bro wants y/n to notice her so bad
user11: we know what you're doing jude...
lucasvasquez: hermano mejor dedicate al futbol 🤣
camavinga: ohhh now i see who your referring too 👀🫡
↪️ judebellingham: shhh 🤫🤫
↪️ usermane66: @ynusername come get your man
↪️ username13: frr he keeps throwing hints, take this man out his misery, and teach him how to act 😭😭
vinijr: amazing bro! 😍
username29: testing his inner y/n lets not lie to ourselves guys
user87: he looks so bf with this hoodie on!!
brahim: this guy yeah 🤣🤣
adidasfootball: BELLIGOLLL
fedevalverde: someone give him an oscar 🗣️
username45: him using the black heart instead of white says a whole bunch…
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↪️ selfie is making up for the attempted ''acting''
↪️ judereply: is it now?
↪️ terrible choice of hat tho, especially with this weather 👎
↪️ judereply: i tried LMAOOO
↪️but guess what? choice of song is also making it up 🫡
↪️ judereply: there's no denying there... definitely on my mind 24/7
↪️ who me? or the song? better be the song because your acting is still stuck in my head 😐😕
↪️ judereply: when i think we're going somewhere... 🤣🤣
↪️ lol, going where? 😕😕
↪️ judereply: yk what im referring too, don’t be so oblivious especially after your latest role!! congratulations on that btw! such a phenomenal job once again! 🤍
↪️ it's very hard to dislike you when you're this sweet 😕 thank you jude!! 🖤🖤
↪️ judereply: why would you dislike me?
↪️ now why would i tell you that
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ynusername: lace top was giving so 2014 vibes
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username984: how does she rock every single outfit? i'm jealous.
user44: need that hair and makeup comba ASAP!! been asking for it for about a year now :))
judebellingham: still haven't told me why you dislike me 😕😕
ynstan: jude having his notifs on for her post is so bf of him, give him a chance y/n, he has money and can take you shopping ;)
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username56: need those pants, where are they from?
yourbestfriend: why don't i get photo creds?
↪️ ynusername: because you took my chocolate churro away. i don't play around with my food.
jamalmusiala: 😍😍
ynusername: thank you!! 🖤
user10: LMFAOOOO NOOOO THIS IS GETTING MESSYYY
judebellingham: oh hell no
judefan: we lost him ladies, his gentle heart doesn't deserve this 👎👎
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judebellingham sent you a dm!
so you respond to jamal's comment and not mine?
yourreply: idkk he is kindaaa 🤭🔐
i've literally have been trying for months to get your attention
yourreply: have you ever thought of maybe just giving up?
really?? what is it going to take?
yourreply: i don't mean to be a debbie downer but what is it you exactly want for me... i can't just trust your word and go for it. it's not me and it hasn't ever been me. i have standards.
so then let me prove to you i can meet them. i promise i'm not like you think or hear. and that's coming from a man who also has standards and just truly interested in someone like you. is that so hard to believe?
yourreply: yes.
i'll prove them to you, you'll see....
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really?
judereply: yes really.
why do i even try with you?
judereply: because after today you have a soft spot for me in that deep jade like from victorious little heart :))
who said anything about a soft spot??
judereply: i did. the eyes chico they never lie. and yours have so many specs of unread feelings and emotions i can stare into them all day.
creepy, don't you think?
judereply: you think everything is creepy when you literally love horror movies and the color black
because they prove points xx
judereply: just like rom-come and disney movies also proved points 😉
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spottedcelebrity: new couple on the block? we are soo into this recent pair, and it seems like they are mending our hearts little by little! y/n recently moved to spain for a movie role, could we see frequent hangouts between them? 👀
comments:
jude22: literally WHAT?
jennaortega: oh i am so into this... i just sit back and observe
username44: despite us seeing a cold and black-hearted y/n, some of the videos released showed her being soft and lovergirl with him!!
madridwags: new wag at the bernabeu soon? 👀
popculture: rumor has it they shared a kiss!
↪️ spottedcelebrity: stay tuned for our live 7pm show tonight!
username76: am i the only one who doesn't ship them?
↪️ user21: yes you are
judebellingham: made her dream date come true!! 🤍
ynrealestfan: when he remembers stuff said in interviews about you <<<
username55: jude attempting to soft launch with y/n while still being in the friendzone is so hilarious i can't 😭😭
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can't get over how beautiful you are, it's not fair 😍😍
yourreply: life is not fair
my life is since you agreed on our shopping date 🤷♂️
yourreply: only agreed because you offered to buy, a win is a win 😍
yet you're wearing the dress i bought... and going out where to be exact??
yourreply: jealous darling? it's for me to know and well you to find out out. if i don't tell my mother where i go, why would i tell you?
because you kissed and held my hand? and replied to my dm btw!!
yourreply: ...
where are you? i'll meet you there
yourreply: sorry no men invited tonight, it's our girls night out xx
and you're wearing this red stunning short dress? yeah i'll find out where you are, think of me 😘😘
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spottedcelebrity: despite the recent encounter the pair of y/n and jude faced, in y/n new vogue beauty secrets video, she talks about being single and not dating anytime soon... the first picture shows y/n before her fame took off a year ago, has she changed or hasn't changed one bit?
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ynrealestfan: not changed one bit!
popculture: ohh? well this is certainly very interesting!!
judebellingham: LMAOOO, she told me to stay out the room while she filmed? 🤷♂️🤷♂️
↪️ camavinga: if you all could see the frown on his face right now as he types 🤣🤣
ynusername: oh that's not... guys don't believe that man, all men do is lie lie lie! 😊😊
↪️ judebellingham: not all of us! some of us actually want something serious, real and loving in our life 🤍
username03: jude's comment just proves everything for us...
user54: jude wanting everyone to know about them knowing damn well how our girl y/n is
username33: off topic but we finally got that look everyone was talking about!!
judestan: she is not good for him? she is so mean and bitchy like what?
ynstanfan: girl bye. wdym? i think your golden retriever energy footballer can't bag a baddie like y/n xx
user13: well now i don't know who to believe...
username98: is no one going to talk about how she was watching a rom-com (jude’s fav) and not her typically horror movies?
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ynusername: oh i look so sexy in here!! 🤭😩 dinner showcase before new movie “the accountant” releases! this role means so much and i can’t wait for you to see! 🖤
comments:
ynrealestfan: did not have to slay this hard on us 🤭
judebellingham: caption did not lie, prettiest rose in the whole city 🤍
username38: i NEED to be her…
yourbestfriend: when she’s caught and knows it
↪️ yourusername: STOP 😭
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judebellingham: grateful with life and for you. words can’t describe this immense feeling i have for you and your hard work. i love you so much my dereast y/n. i can’t wait to celebrate more moments like this with you 🖤🤍
comments:
ynusername: brb… crying because ilysm 😔🖤
↪️ judebellingham: i love you darling, never forget it xx
camavinga: only took you two three months when we already knew
gioreyna: literally HOW?
jobebellingham: run when you can y/n
↪️ ynusername: trust me i tried but this one is not so bad
↪️ judebellingham: this one is crazy after i spoiled you again…
username79: jude you deserve the world, come to me
user20: can’t believe how he BAGGED y/n
judefan22: so happy for our girl!
yourbestfriend: we lost her ladies
↪️ ynusername: i’m still here babes 😭😭
ynrealestfan: these pictures?? can we talk about how he has good angles?? 😩
juderealestfan: she issss sooooooo gorgeoussss 🫦🫦
spottedcelebrity: congratulations! 🧡
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ynusername: life lately 🖤 (p.s. no one mess with my baby. i love him very much, unfortunately. in my lover girl era!!)
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judebellingham: unfortunately?? :((
ynusername: come here, i’ll give you a kiss to make it feel better 🖤
↪️ judebellingham: on my way! picked up your favorite snacks and hot chocolate too 🤍
↪️ ynusername: changing my caption rn!! 😔🖤
jennaortega: 🖤
zendeya: OMGGGGGG HARD LAUNCH??
ynrealestfan: never saw this coming 🤭🤭
judefan22: they’re both in their lover eras 😣😣
camavinga: y/n if you could see how jude just sighed and looked up with the biggest grin 😭😂
↪️ ynusername: he is so silly 👎👎
yourbestfriend: it couple i can’t 😩
madridwags: so happy for you two 🤍
vogue: more to come with you two 🤍
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spottedcelebrity: wow is one word to describe this couple and their ability to make our jaws drop! after recent real madrid footballer jude, posted pictures of his beautiful gf y/n on her birthday and congrats post, the couple poses together at the LV fashion paris show!
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jennaortega: oh my god.
louisvuitton: what happens in paris…
judebellingham: look at my beautiful and sexy gf 🖤🤍
↪️ ynusername: still made at you for going shirtless and showing everyone what’s mine 😒😒
username53: i just spit out my food
user49: what an entrance they made???
user81: her dress?? SO Y/N CODED !!
ynrealestfan: our favorite and beautiful couple!!
judefan: jude listen to your gf next time
judefanacc: HE LOOKED SO DJJDJDJD
ynstanforlife: just sighed so loud 😔
username91: sexiest couple of the generation
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Take A Chance
PAIRING: Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
SUMMARY: Who knew one look could calm the raging storm of his mind.
SONG Be Brave by Owl City
WARNINGS: Angst, (Bucky's self-loathing, anxiety, mention of nightmares, hinting to PTSD) Fluff!!!
Word Count: 1212
A/N: Hi! Here is the 2nd part! Sorry, it took so long! If you haven't read the first part yet you can click HERE to read it first, but you don't have to, you can read this as a stand-alone. I've already started part 3 so be on the lookout for that!
Enjoy! <3
Divider by Rookthorne
Bucky stood outside Joe’s coffee shop a little before nine, fiddling with the bouquet in his hands, tracing his eyes over the colored petals. He had asked the little old lady at the flower shop what would be best. She had looked him over thoughtfully before producing the bouquet with a smile, shooing him off insiting he not pay, as he was a regular there and had never bought flowers for a special someone before. He stuck the cash he intended to pay her in the tip jar and shuffled out the door and over to Joe’s where he was now standing.
Was this too old-fashioned? Do girls even like flowers anymore? What if she doesn’t even show up? I’ll look like an idiot.
He began to question himself, starting to become nervous. He rubbed a gloved hand over his thigh as he began to spiral, but a sweet voice pulled him out of it before he descended too far into madness.
“Hi, Bucky!”
Bucky froze and turned around to look at the speaker. Sure enough, there was the woman from the movie theater the night before. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes bright and warm, chasing off the chill of the January air. Bucky shook his head and cleared his throat,
“Oh! Um- Hi, Y/n.” He offered her an awkward smile as he handed her the bouquet, “These are for you.”
She gingerly took the flowers from him, eyes wide as she looked at them before shifting her gaze up to his. The longer she stayed silent, the more dread he felt building up in his stomach.
“I-I’m sorry, it was probably stupid and old-fashioned but my ma woulda killed me if she knew I went to meet a pretty girl without flowers a-and I didn’t know what to get so the lady at the store told me-”
His rambling was cut off when Y/n waved her hand.
“No! I love them! It’s just, no one has ever bought me flowers before.” She said shyly, looking down at her boots. Now it was Bucky’s turn to be surprised, how had no one ever bought her flowers, he would never understand. He made a silent vow to himself to buy her as many flowers as he could.
“Oh, well, I’m glad you like them.” He said softly, the corner of his lips turning up in a small but genuine smile as he motioned to the coffee shop. “Shall we?” Y/n smiled and nodded and the pair made their way into the shop. As soon as Bucky opened the door, a sense of comfort washed over him along with the smell of fresh coffee and pastries. The pair shuffled inside and up to the counter. The kid who worked behind the counter on Saturdays came over and took their orders, saying that he would be bringing it over to their table shortly. Bucky motioned for Y/n to pick a seat and she picked the booth in the back of the shop.
“I hope you don’t mind,” She said as Bucky began to sit down, “I like to be able to see everything, makes me feel a little more at ease.”
Bucky smiled, he didn’t mind at all, in fact, he felt much more comfortable at the back of the shop. He was no longer the Winter Soldier but some of those habits are hard to break, like making note of every exit and entrance of a place, keeping a head count on everyone that entered and left, double locking doors, and many other little tics.
“No, this is fine,” he said with a smile, “This is my usual booth.”
She smiled brightly at him and seemed to relax a bit before asking, “So do you come here often?”
Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about his response, trying to decide how to say it without giving away who he was all at once.
“Uh yeah, a friend of mine brought me here when I was trying to find myself after coming back from a hard time in life.” He internally cringed at his explanation gauging Y/n’s reaction as she thought about his words. She gave him a soft smile and nodded before she spoke;
“Yeah, Steve was a great guy like that, I’m sure it’s been hard on you since he left.” Bucky felt his blood run cold Shit, she does know who I am, she thinks I’m a monster. How does she know Steve? Is she from HYDRA? I knew this was too good to be true, no one would ever want someone like me. His thoughts began to spiral out of control until Y/n tapped on the table to get him to look at her. She gave him a sheepish smile;
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have dropped that on you like that. It wasn’t fair of me. I’m sure you think I’m a spy or something but I promise you I’m not. I was neighbors with Steve for a time. He spoke very fondly of you, even after all of the fighting and horrible things that happened to you and I’m sorry about that. No one deserves what you went through.”
Her words were soft and gentle as if she were talking to a frightened animal. Bucky blinked in surprise, staying quiet for a few moments before speaking again,
“You don’t think I’m a monster?” Her rasped out.
She gave him a sad smile as she placed her hand on top of his, “You’re not a monster. You’re a mirror, a thing that shows the reflection of the real monsters, with the cracks to prove that you lived through it. There is good in you, there always has been. It was the one thing in this century Steve was 100 percent certain of. I trust him and his judgment. I don’t care what anyone else says.”
These words triggered some sort of visceral response in Bucky. His racing heart slowed down, breathing coming back to normal levels, and his thoughts, for the first time in a while, stilled. The incessant hurricane of toxic thoughts and poisonous memories dissolved, leaving clear skies instead, something so beautiful it almost brought tears to his eyes. He looked down at the table and took her hand in his, looking back up with a soft smile.
Y/n gave His hand a gentle squeeze. She knew what he was trying to say, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know what it was. Their orders were brought out and so they shared small talk, which seemed to come so easily but he was taking little notes of each of her responses, not wanting to forget a single detail.
Favorite color? Bue, but not bright blue. Soft, like worn denim.
Dogs or cats? Both are great, but she currently has a dog.
Favorite time of day? Early evening. The world starts to darken and you can just see the stars poking through the colors of the sky.
The longer they talked, the more the storm was tamed in Bucky’s mind and he realized that he could get used to this kind of peace that he hadn’t known in a long time, only if she was there with him.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes#bucky x female reader#bucky fluff#bucky angst#bucky barnes x you
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hello, sweetheart(s)! i and my friend aurora are planning to have a group chat, and we are excited to extend an invitation to you! we’re on the lookout for like-minded girls who share the same interests as ours.
aurora is passionate about books, she adores flowers, chess, queen gambit, frank ocean, hänsel e gretel, and she’s currently enjoying watching F1 so much! on the other hand, i, cherie, put my heart into rom-com movies (i shall mention my favorite movie is clueless), as well as musical films, newjeans, ive, and recently i love doing workouts. we both also shared the same love for makeup, pink (it could be anything—clothes, accessories, jewelry like literally anything), disney princesses, barbie, nail art, skincare, and there are still many things left that we cannot mention.
we are both at our legal age, and it would be better if you already reached your legal age too, so we can mingle easily and not feel the stuff. we’d love to have you in our girlie-filled chat, so would you join us? oh, one more thing: we could both guarantee that your secret is safe with us and also everyone else in the group.
xoxo, aurora and cherie. 💋
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-More Hearts Than Mine-
Summary: Raising a child is hard. Raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars is even harder. And raising a child with one of Hollywood’s biggest stars who you’re not actually in a relationship with is even harder still.
Especially when a global pandemic is sweeping the world.
With lockdowns and stay at home orders looming on the horizon, the uncertainty of their situation becomes almost too much for Whitney Taylor to handle. Chris suggests that they quarantine together to avoid any potential separations but, given what happened the last time they spent more than a few brief moments in each other’s company, that could cause more problems than it solves…
Chris Evans x OFC
Sequel to: Once Bitten - Twice Shy
Note: Again, just a reminder that all the information I have about covid restrictions in Massachusetts is from google, not first hand experience, so if something seems wrong please just go with it.
Part Three
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Part Four
If avoiding difficult conversations was an Olympic sport then it's pretty safe to say that I would have earned myself a gold medal by the end of the following week. It wasn't all that hard to do though as the exhaustion from parenting during a pandemic was hitting us both. Especially because the weather for the first couple of weeks of April was abysmal. It was cold, stormy and raining almost every day and we were all getting quite stir crazy from being inside constantly - especially our lively and spirited child.
So, it was a massive relief when the sun finally came out.
It was also a relief that it lined up with Grayson's third birthday.
He was going to have a very different birthday than previous years - as most people would over the next few months - but we wanted him to have fun and he was quickly tiring of all the indoor activities that we could come up with.
We set the living room up the night before after he'd gone to bed, putting up a birthday banner with several clusters of balloons, and there was quite the mountain of presents in the corner as most of our family members had sent their gifts in advance. I had hoped to wake up before him, but when I woke up to excited cheers and Dodger barking from downstairs, I knew I was too late. A quick glance at my phone told me that it was only six thirty, but clearly the excitement had gotten him up earlier than normal.
"Whoa, Dodger, Grayson, shhhh," I heard Chris warn the pair of them, his voice still raspy from sleep. "You'll wake up the whole neighbourhood."
I smiled and quickly climbed out of bed. Chris wouldn't let him open any presents without me, I knew that, but I didn't want to keep him waiting for too long.
When I got downstairs, a very excited Grayson was bouncing on the couch as Chris sat next to him, watching him closely with a smile on his face.
"Happy birthday!" I cheered, catching his attention.
He sprang off the couch and bolted towards me.
"Thanks, Mama," He shouted, throwing his arms around my legs and looking up at me. "I'm three!"
"You are!" I smiled as I knelt down in front of him and pulled him into a hug. "You're such a big boy now."
He let me squeeze him for another moment or two before wiggling free.
"Can I open presents?"
Chris laughed at his clear priorities, shaking his head as I stood up.
"Let's just wait for Uncle Scott," he suggested before glancing up at me. "He's putting the coffee on."
"Very smart," I nodded. "I think we're all going to need plenty of that today."
Grayson proved my point by grabbing at his balloons and waving them frantically, setting Dodger off barking again.
"Dodge!" Chris scolded. "It's just a balloon, buddy. Chill."
The poor overwhelmed dog hung his head and came over to me for some sympathy. I happily obliged, cooing some comforting words and rubbing his back.
"Gray, leave the balloons, okay?" I requested. "I don't think Dodger likes them."
Grayson frowned, but instantly let go of the balloon in his hand.
"Sorry, Dodger."
"It sounds like we have quite the party in here already," Scott commented as he sauntered into the room. "Shall we see what's in some of these boxes?"
"Yes! Yes!" Grayson cheered, running over to the presents. "What first?"
"Whatever you want," I told him, smiling as I went to sit on the couch next to Chris. "Do you need some help?"
"No, I can do it!" He insisted, making a bee line for the biggest box and quickly ripping the paper off.
We watched as he opened gift after gift, an ear to ear grin on his face the whole time. Just as he was at Christmas, he was incredibly grateful for every present from the Paw Patrol Lookout Tower that was almost as tall as he was to the dinosaur books that were more educational than flashy and fun.
But there was one gift at the bottom of the pile that Chris wasn't particularly impressed by. The one that my brother had sent.
Grayson opened it, pulling out a t-shirt first.
"What does it say?" He asked, holding up the shirt towards us.
Chris' jaw dropped as I stifled my giggles and Scott burst out laughing.
"It says 'Team Iron Man'," I read. "Remember how Uncle Rob was in a movie with Daddy where they had a big fight? Iron Man was Uncle Rob's character and I think Uncle Jack wants you to be on that team."
"Oh," Grayson smiled. "Okay!"
"Okay?!" Chris protested. "You don't want to be on my team?"
Grayson shrugged as he pulled something else out of the box from my brother.
"Look!" He shouted, his excitement clear as he held up a very fancy electronic Iron Man helmet. "I love it!"
I wasn't even sure that he knew what it was as he hadn't seen any of the movies yet, but his enthusiasm compared to Chris' displeasure was killing Scott and I.
"Oh, it's such a shame that your brother wasted his money," Chris said, his words dripping with sarcasm as he had a forced look of pity on his face. "Those things are expensive and Grayson is never going to wear it."
"I'll wear it!"
Grayson's insistence was followed by him putting the helmet on his head and another howl of laughter came from Scott as a look of betrayal crossed Chris' face.
"Your brother is a jerk."
His words were quiet so Grayson wouldn't hear and I smiled.
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "We're an Iron Man family..."
Chris shot me a glare, but turned his attention back to Gray.
"Well, if you don't want to be on my team then I guess I'll just have to find someone else to have the last present that I got for you..."
Chris was teasing, but Grayson whipped off the helmet faster than we could blink. He looked around, a puzzled expression on his face when he couldn't see anymore boxes on the floor and I shared his confusion as I wasn't aware of anymore gifts either. But the Evans brothers exchanged a knowing glance and I knew they were up to something.
"Maybe Miles would like it," Scott suggested. "He loves Captain America."
"Me too!" Grayson insisted, tossing the helmet aside as if it hadn't been his new prized possession moments ago. "He's my favourite!"
"Oh, is he now?" Chris laughed. "Doesn't take much to make you change your mind, does it?"
Grayson shook his head, oblivious to the fact that he was being teased, but Chris didn't torture him for too long.
"Alright, do you want to see what it is?"
"Yes, I do!"
Grayson leapt up, bouncing up and down with excitement, making Chris laugh as he stood up from the couch.
"C'mon then," he told Grayson, nodding his head towards the door. "It's this way."
Grayson scurried after his dad and I followed, my own curiosity piqued as well.
"What is it?" I asked Scott, but he just shot me a smirk.
"You'll see in a second."
I narrowed my eyes at his secrets and paused at the front door where Chris was waiting for us, his hand on the door knob as Grayson practically vibrated with excitement.
"Okay, close your eyes," Chris instructed. "No peeking!"
"I won't, I won't!"
Grayson covered his eyes as an extra assurance and Chris' grin widened even more as he swung open the door. I put my hands on Grayson's shoulders and guided him through it, seeing a shiny blue bike with a big bow on the handlebars. I felt a flash of worry at all the potential ways for Grayson to get hurt riding it, but there was no time to dwell on that as Chris told him to open his eyes and he gasped with excitement.
"A bike!" He squealed with joy, leaping off the doorstep and running towards it.
He circled it for a moment as if he was really trying to take it all in while I looked up at Chris.
"There better be a helmet with this present," I warned him. "I'm already imagining broken bones and missing teeth."
"He'll be fine," Chris assured me with a chuckle. "It has training wheels, but of course I got him a helmet."
I opened my mouth, ready to share some more potential disasters that could come from this - because even with training wheels he could still fall off or lose control and crash into a tree - but Grayson cut me off.
"Help me, Daddy! Help me!"
He was trying to climb onto the seat, but as I took in the sight of him barefoot in his pyjamas standing in the driveway, I stopped Chris as he moved towards him.
"Wait, why don't we have breakfast first?" I suggested. "We have all day to play on your bike, but you're not dressed or even wearing shoes..."
Grayson's face fell and I felt bad being the mean parent, but Chris nodded in agreement.
"Your Ma's right, Gray," he told him. "Let's go get ready and then we can come right back outside, okay?"
Grayson looked sulky, but reluctantly agreed as he walked back over to us.
"Hey now," Scott said, catching his attention. "No pouting on your birthday! We've got some chocolate chip pancakes to make! Unless that sad face means you don't want them anymore?"
His previous smile slid instantly back onto his face at the promise of such a sugary breakfast and the pep returned to his step as he grabbed Scott's hand before dragging him into the house.
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I had no evidence to prove my theory, but by the time breakfast was over, I was almost certain that it would have been more relaxing to be in the middle of a hurricane. There was pancake batter all over the room and we practically had to pin Grayson to his chair to stop him from sprinting around the room with food in his mouth. It was a miracle that he got through the meal without choking.
It was impossible to be mad though when he was having such a good time. He'd had so much to adjust to lately, seeing him happy on his birthday was all that I wanted and I was willing to put up with a little more chaos than normal if it made that happen. Within reason, of course. I did stop him when he suggested that we put the entire bag of chocolate chips in the pancake batter and I did make him help me clean them up when he dumped them on the floor in protest of my ridiculous restrictions.
Once the breakfast circus was over, Chris whisked him off to get him ready to play outside while I helped Scott clean up the kitchen before going upstairs to shower and get ready myself.
When I came back down almost an hour later, I felt considerably less frazzled, but the sound of excited squeals and giggles echoing from outside told me the energy levels hadn't died down much. It really was a relief that he was having such a nice day though so I braced myself for more chaos and headed out to find them.
The sight that greeted me melted my heart completely.
Chris was running backwards across the driveway as Grayson rode towards him. He shouted encouragement the entire time, reminding him to keep pedaling and to look where he was going and cheering as Grayson rode past him before turning around and circling back.
"Look, Mama!" He shouted to me as he spotted me by the door. "I'm doing it!"
"You are, baby!" I smiled. "Good job!"
I sat on the doorstep and watched him ride in circles, proud of how fast he'd figured it out, but after a few moments, my attention turned to Chris.
There were few times since I'd known him when I'd seen him look as happy as he did in that moment. When Grayson was born, when he took his first steps and when he first said 'Dada' were probably the only comparable moments I could think of. He looked absolutely gleeful as he chased after Grayson, laughing as he passed him before dodging a different way and waiting for Gray to catch up before bolting off again. The sound of their giggles and shouts filled my heart so much that it genuinely felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and a feeling of contentedness hit me so hard that it almost knocked over.
It was a feeling that told me that they were all I ever needed. Those two boys, making each other dizzy as they ran in circles. Their happiness and love was all I could ever hope to have and moments like these were all I ever wanted to see. I wanted us to spend every weekend soaking in this kind of joy. I didn't want to fight and argue and transport Grayson back and forth every other week. I wanted to give Grayson what he deserved, I wanted us to be a family.
But as fast as that clarity hit me, the knots in my stomach were there to remind me that it wasn't just about what I wanted. It wasn't about what would bring us the most moments of delight, it was about what would provide Grayson with the most stability and being a family might do more harm to that goal than good.
It was a constant battle between my heart and my head, but I was starting to realize that my head was losing. I was clinging to my resistance with all I had, but it was slipping away. I knew I needed to talk to Chris, to sort out the fog in my brain, but for the time being, I pushed it out of my mind. This was Grayson's day and we didn't have time for anymore heart-wrenching conversations.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as Scott appeared from the side of the house on roller blades and the unexpected sight pulled a laugh from my lips as he sailed past Chris and Grayson and headed down the driveway.
"Gray, follow me!"
Gray nodded, frantically pedaling to catch up with his uncle as they sped off down the long drive. Chris watched them for a minute before jogging over to me.
"He got it so fast," he puffed as he fought to catch his breath. "He's a natural."
"The training wheels help," I pointed out, shielding my eyes from the sun as I looked up at him. "But it's fine because he'll be keeping those on until he's at least eighteen."
Chris barked out a laugh, shaking his head.
"No way," he smirked. "We'll have them off by next week."
"Not a chance. I need at least six months to get used to that idea."
"How about we meet in the middle and aim for three?"
"Hmm, maybe," I bit back a smile. "We'll have to see how many injuries he gets with the training wheels on first."
"He'll be fine. He's a champ," Chris grinned proudly. "We've got a pretty great kid."
"We do," I patted the step next to me as I made room for Chris to sit down. "I can't believe he's already three."
Chris accepted my silent invitation and sat down next to me.
"I know," he sighed. "It feels like just yesterday that he was born..."
"He was so tiny," I reminisced. "And you had those huge Captain America muscles."
Chris laughed as he nodded at the memory.
"I was so scared to hold him in case I accidentally crushed him."
"I was so scared of everything," I admitted. "It wasn't until he was actually born that it really hit me that we were completely responsible for his well-being and keeping him alive."
"We've done well with that though!"
"We have," I agreed with a smile. "He's alive and thriving."
"We make a good team."
He flashed me a warm smile that made my heart beat stutter and it almost stopped completely when he stretched out a hand and placed it on mine. His touch was gentle and the warmth of his skin flooded through me even more than the sun streaming down on us. It was a simple gesture, but it eased the heaviness that had been hovering between us lately and I was grateful. I carefully flipped my hand over so our palms pressed together and let our fingers interlace. His smile widened as he looked back out at the driveway, his eyes settling on Grayson in the distance who was laughing at something Scott said.
"Thank you," Chris sighed, his voice quiet and filled with genuine appreciation. "I don't think I've ever said it, but thank you for making me a dad."
His words almost brought tears to my eyes, but I shook my head.
"Chris, you don't need to than-"
"I do," he insisted, cutting me off. "He's the best thing that ever happened to me and he wouldn't be here without you."
"I could say the same," I pointed out, trying to ignore the way his thumb was stroking the back of my hand. "He gets most of his good traits from you too. His kind heart, his sensitive little soul, his loyalty."
"His infuriating stubbornness."
"He gets that from both of us," I smiled. "He didn't stand a chance with that one."
"Well, I hope he gets some of your selflessness," Chris informed me, glancing over and looking a tad sheepish. "Because, as much as I disagree with it and I wish you'd be a little selfish, I get that you're trying to look out for him."
I felt my palms start to sweat and I wondered if he could feel it. I resisted the urge to snatch my hand away from his, trying to play it cooler than I felt. He was watching me closely as I mulled over his words until I found the strength to speak.
"I'm not so sure that it's just him that I'm trying to look out for," I admitted, exhaling a breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "I do think we have more to talk about, Chris, but I don't think this is the right time."
"You're right," he nodded. "I just felt like I owed you an apology after the other night. I let my feelings get the best of me and I came across a little harsh."
I was about to reassure him that he hadn't when the sound of honking interrupted our conversation. Our attention was pulled to the end of the driveway where two cars - belonging to Chris' mom and his sister - were pulling in as Scott moved Grayson and Dodger off to the side to let them past.
"Did you know they were coming?" I asked, surprised by the little motorcade.
"Nah, I had no idea," Chris shrugged. "We'll stay outside though, keep our distance."
I wasn't worried about that really, I knew all of Chris' family were staying very isolated and being smart about staying safe and we were technically allowed to have outdoor gatherings of up to ten people anyway with the current rules in place. I was surprised to see them though as we'd warned Grayson that he would only get to see most of his family over FaceTime. His excitement at that being untrue was clear as he frantically pedaled back up the driveway to greet his guests.
"Mama! Daddy! Look!"
I let Chris' hand fall away from mine as we stood, smiling at Grayson's excitement as everyone started getting out of their cars. They burst into a rousing chorus of 'Happy Birthday' making Gray's grin grow even more.
"Happy birthday, Grayson!" Lisa beamed as Grayson ran towards her full speed. He threw his arms around her legs before we could even remind him to keep his distance, but Lisa seemed unbothered by it. "Have you had a good day so far?"
"Yes!" Gray smiled up at her. "I got a bike!"
"I saw that!" Lisa matched his enthusiasm. "You're a lucky boy!"
Grayson shot her another smile before turning his attention to his cousins.
"Wanna try?"
His older cousins were probably too big, but Stella's hand shot up first and beat them to it anyway.
"That's really nice of you to share," I called over to Grayson. "But share your helmet too, okay?"
He nodded and struggled with the clip for a few minutes before Lisa helped him take it off and placed it on her granddaughter's head.
Once they were all happy, chasing Stella and Dodger around the drive way, the adults moved over towards us. Lisa was the first to speak, a guilty look on her face.
"I hope you don't mind us just showing up like this, but we couldn't stay away on his birthday..."
"It's great!" Chris assured her. "Don't worry about it."
"And Grayson seems thrilled," I added. "It's nice for him to have other kids to run around with for a bit."
We all turned to watch them as they played until Carly let out a laugh.
"Are Grayson's shoes on the wrong feet?"
I hadn't even noticed, but I laughed as well when I realized that she was right.
"Some days just getting him in shoes at all is a victory," Chris defended himself. "And today was one of those days."
"He's like the energizer bunny this morning," Scott joked. "I can't imagine what he'll be like after we get some cake into him."
"Just think how well he'll sleep tonight," Carly pointed out. "He has to crash eventually."
"I hope so," Chris smiled. "He had me up at six o'clock this morning, I need an early night."
That earned a laugh from the group as his siblings teased him about being such an old man, but I felt a pang of sympathy for him, knowing that he'd been up early with Grayson a lot lately. Maybe it was because we were at his house so it was what Gray was used to, but Chris was definitely the favourite for the early morning wake up call.
We stood in our little circle for a while, just catching up as we watched the kids, all of us enjoying conversation with someone other than the people we were locked up with twenty-four hours a day. It was nice for me to have some female company as well even though Lisa was very pleased to hear that her boys were pulling their weight around the house and not just treating me like some kind of live-in maid.
It didn't take long for the kids to get tired of sharing the bike, especially the older boys who were too big for it anyway, and soon they were swarming around us demanding that we all play a game. After being cooped up for so long, it didn't seem like a bad idea to get us all moving around a little so we agreed and set about the daunting task of finding something everyone was willing to play.
Eventually, we settled on capture the flag - girls against boys. Lisa decided she'd make a better referee than a player so the boys team had one extra member, but they had three children to our one so it hardly seemed like the extra person would cause any unbalance.
The rules of the game were simple: each team had three flags in our 'end zone' at opposite ends of the large grassy part of Chris' yard and the other team had to try to steal those flags. We had to grab it and run it all the way back to our own end zone to score a point, but once it was safely 'captured' it couldn't be stolen back. If someone managed to snatch a flag, but was tagged on their way back to their end zone then they had to give the flag back.
Lisa was very firm in reminding her children that tackling was not allowed as the Evans siblings were fiercely competitive and it had apparently led to trouble over the years. Once the rules were all set, we took our places and started the game.
The teams were fairly evenly matched. The boys had more strength, but we had more agility and were much better at communicating and working together which led to us easily scoring the first point. While Stella distracted Scott, Carly snuck past him to snatch the flag and she tossed it to Shanna who faked a pass to Stella before throwing it to me to get it to the safe zone. It was a beautifully executed play that showed the boys we weren't messing around.
"Oh, it's on now," Chris called out as he sprinted past me.
Shanna bolted after him, but he managed to grab the flag and throw it to Ethan before she caught up. With all the other boys guarding him, he made it all the way back to their end zone without getting tagged.
"I think having a super soldier on your team is an unfair advantage ," Carly huffed, but Chris shook his head with a smirk.
"Nah, because we have Scott too so it balances out."
"Hey!" Scott protested. "I'll switch teams if you're going to be rude!"
Stella jumped for joy at that idea, pleading with him to come onto our side, but the rest of the boys voiced their protests and he decided that, as long as there was no more hurtful comments, he would stick to his team for now. I used their bickering as a distraction though as I snuck closer towards their unguarded flags. I managed to grab one before Scott noticed and called out a warning to the rest of his team, but when I took off running and Grayson charged towards me, I didn't have the heart to out run him on his special day. I slowed down enough that he wouldn't realize I was letting him win and groaned dramatically as he tagged me, making me give up the flag.
"I did it!" He cheered. "Daddy! Did you see? I did it!"
Stella had a disappointed scowl on her face, but everyone else was understanding as they watched Chris scoop him up onto his shoulders, chanting his name as if he'd just won the World Cup while he carried him back to replace the flag.
Their celebration was short-lived though as we managed to steal the flag again almost as soon as Chris and Grayson were far enough away from it. After another perfectly executed play, the score was sitting at 2-1 for us. The pressure was on after that as we only needed one more point to win, it ramped up the competitive spirit.
We were off to a great start in the next round. Shanna got the flag quickly, but Scott had her cornered almost immediately so she tossed it to me. I got about ten steps before Chris was on my heels and I was forced to throw it over to Carly. Chris turned and went to chase after her instead and without even thinking, I leapt on his back to stop him.
"Hey!" He protested, slowing to a stop despite how he was clearly unaffected by my weight. "Is anyone seeing this? This has got to be a foul! She tackled me!"
"I did not tackle you!" I insisted, clinging to his shoulders with my legs wrapped around his waist. "If it was a tackle, you'd be on the ground."
Chris wiggled around, trying to throw me off his back as Carly sauntered into our end zone with the flag.
"The only reason I'm not on the ground is because you're too weak," Chris argued before shouting to his mom. "That doesn't count!
"No, Mama," Grayson joined in, running over to us looking very disapproving. "No cheating!"
I laughed, but slid down from Chris' back.
"Sorry, I'm sorry!" I held my hands up as I apologized. "I can't outrun Captain America, I had no choice!"
"Well, now you lost the point," Chris teased me, shoving me playfully and making me stumble a step away from him. "So, lets keep it fair and stop trying to cheat."
I swatted back at him as I stuck out my tongue while Lisa made the official call that the point didn't count and Scott took the recently captured flag back to the boy's end zone.
Chris had a new twinkle in his eye as the next round started. He hadn't let me get very far away from him and I quickly realized that I'd made a mistake by antagonizing him. I would be useless to my team if he was on my tail the whole time, but he was a tank and incredibly fast so getting away from him was next to impossible. I watched helplessly as Scott and Miles easily took our flag and dashed it back to their end zone to tie the score.
"Chris!" I whined as I tried to get around him like I was a cornered puppy, trying not to get caught. "Get away from me, you big oaf!"
"Oh, wow," Chris chuckled. "Let's not start calling names and being mean."
I tried to dart past him again, but groaned as he blocked my path.
"You're infuriating!"
"It's all part of the game."
The smirk on Chris' face had my competitive side firing up as I could see behind him that Miles had snatched our last flag. Stella was hot on his heels though, so he had no choice, but to pass to Grayson who was coming our way. Was I going to stop my three year old son from scoring the game winning point on his birthday? Probably not. But I had to at least make my attempt genuine so I came up with a plan.
"Is that..." I squinted off into the distance on the other side of the yard. "Is that Dodger chasing a cat?"
My Oscar worthy performance had Chris spinning around to check out what I saw and it gave me enough time to bolt away towards Grayson who wasn't far away from winning the game for his team. I made it an impressive five steps before Chris figured out what I'd done and came after me. Grayson saw what was happening and dodged to the left so I followed, but my change of direction gave Chris an opportunity. The next thing I knew, I felt a crash against my hips before I was lifted from the ground and found myself dangling over Chris' shoulder.
I let out a squeal of surprise as I kicked my legs, trying to get down, but Chris had a tight grip on me and there was no getting away. The ease with which he threw me around wasn't at all distracting and there wasn't a single part of me that was revelling in his strength. Not at all.
"This is absolutely a tackle!" I protested, focusing my mind back onto my predicament. "Put me down!"
"If this was a tackle, you'd be on the ground," he mocked me. "This is payback."
I had a nice view, my head only inches above 'America's ass' so, swept up in the moment of playfulness between us, I reached down and gave it a smack. He yelped and jumped, shaking me as he did.
"Chris! Put me down!"
My demands were weakened by the giggles that I couldn't hold back, but thankfully Scott stepped in to help me regain some dignity.
"Alright, you two," he called over. "Can we get back to the game now or would you like us all to give you some time alone?"
A blush covered my cheeks as I remembered that his entire family was around us and was relieved when he lowered me to the ground.
"Games over," Chris called back. "Grayson scored!"
Grayson jumped up and down happily, but Stella had a scowl on her face.
"Nuh uh! When Whitney tackled you, it didn't count!" She pointed out. "Grayson's point doesn't count too!"
The joy on Grayson's face fell into a look of anger as he stomped his foot at his cousin’s claim.
"It does!" He insisted. "I did it!"
"Now look what you've done," I playfully scolded Chris quietly before shouting to the rest of the group. "I think we're going to have to let them have the point, ladies. I wouldn't have been able to catch up to Grayson even if Chris didn't cheat..."
Stella's jaw dropped in clear shock that I hadn't supported her protests, but to stop the war before it could start, Chris chimed in.
"Grayson didn't need my help to score that point, I shouldn't have interfered," he started. "But why don't we call it a game and go have some cake?!"
The promise of sugar seemed to quash any animosity between the teams as all the kids let out a shriek of approval at that suggestion and took off running back to the house.
"Oh, yes," Carly sighed. "Because what my children clearly need right now is more energy..."
"It's Gray's birthday," Chris shrugged with a smile as we all followed the children at a much more reasonable pace. "We have to have cake!"
"And if it wasn't his birthday then I wouldn't have let you win."
My taunting earned a bark of laughter from Chris.
"Let us win? Yeah, sure, okay. You just keep telling yourself that you're faster and stronger than me," he teased. "Whatever makes you feel better."
I shoved him, but he was braced for it and I ended up more affected by the impact than him which proved his point, putting a smirk on his face.
"Asshole," I muttered as I shook my head, but I couldn't hold back a smile at how nice our affectionate teasing felt.
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By the end of the day, we were all exhausted. It had been a fun and very special day for Grayson so we were thrilled for him, but exhausted nonetheless. Gray fought his bedtime with all the will power he had, eager for the day to go on just a little bit longer, but we won out in the end and he made it to bed on time. Scott had gone to his own room while we were fighting with him and Chris and I parted ways shortly after to get some much needed quiet time of our own.
I found myself distracted though, when I was finally alone, as the importance of the day had me feeling sentimental. Watching Grayson grow up and hit these milestones was a joy, but it left me feeling a bit reminiscent of the years gone by. Years when he was even smaller than he was now, just starting to figure out the world and how to speak, walk and be a part of it. The time was really flying by and as I began to scroll through old videos of his first year of life, the nostalgia was almost too much to bear.
Eventually, I stumbled on a video that had distinct parallels of today.
It was a video of Grayson's first birthday when we'd given him his own little cake and let him go to town on it. Of course, as many babies do, he'd stared at it for a moment before smashing his face directly into it. It was adorable and tugged on my heart strings considering how comparatively neat his cake consumption was earlier that day. He'd grown so much in such a short time and I felt compelled to share my discovery with Chris so I dragged myself out of bed and crept down to his room.
There was a fluttering of nerves in my stomach as I knocked on his bedroom door, the feeling only growing as he called out an invitation to come inside. I did as he'd asked and let myself in, finding him leaning back against the headboard of his bed - wearing nothing but his pajama pants - with his own phone in his hand.
"Hey," he smiled. "What's up?"
"I found a video," I told him, standing awkwardly near the foot of his bed. "I was feeling a little sad about how fast Gray is growing up so I was looking back, watching old videos and I found one that I thought you might like to see."
Chris’ smile widened and he eagerly patted the bed next to him, encouraging me to sit. I took him up on his offer and settled in as I unlocked my phone and started the video.
"He was so little..."
Chris' observation came as the camera settled on Gray where he sat in his high chair. Chris was right next to him, a grin on his face as he chatted happily to our son despite the nonsense babble that he got in response. I appeared on the screen after a few moments, carrying a tiny cake as everyone started to sing Happy Birthday. Grayson had a look of confusion on his face as he looked around at the crowd, but his eyes widened when the cake was placed in front of him.
"Go on, Gray," I prompted once the singing had stopped. "You can taste it."
He needed no more encouragement and simply face planted right into it, popping up a moment later with blue icing from the tops of his eyebrows to the bottom of his chin. He had a huge, cheeky grin on his face as he looked at us and, just as he did in the video, Chris laughed next to me.
"Oh, man, it kills you, doesn't it?" He questioned before clarifying. "How cute he is."
I hadn't realized that Chris' arm had found its way behind me when he leaned in to watch until I felt his breath on my hair as he spoke and I couldn't resist leaning back, tucking myself under his shoulder. The whole day, the knowledge that my baby was growing up, had me needing some comfort. It was exciting, to see him learn and shift from a baby to a little person, but at the same time, I felt the overwhelming urge for time to stop.
"It does," I agreed, letting my phone fall to the bed beside me. "I can't believe how much he's changed since then."
"In some ways," Chris agreed, looking down at me with a smirk. "In others, he's still that goofy, reckless baby."
"If he's anything like you, he'll probably never grow out of being goofy and reckless."
I felt Chris' shoulders shake as he chuckled at my teasing and I was reminded of the last time we'd been cuddled up, in a similar position to this, in his bed. I felt a flood of warmth run through my body at the memory as I was suddenly aware of how close we were, aware of how good he smelt and how strong his hard muscled arm felt as I leaned against it.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"I meant it as one," I assured him. "I like that you're goofy. Your recklessness used to give me anxiety sometimes, when you'd always insist that you just had to do your own stunts on Captain America as if you really thought you were a super soldier, but I like that you're willing to take risks."
"Awe, gee, Whitney," he teased, squeezing me closer against him. "It was nice of you to worry about me."
"Of course I worried," I rolled my eyes. "Your muscles are bigger than your brain sometimes."
"Not anymore..." Chris held up the arm that wasn't currently around me and flexed his muscles, showing off a bicep that was still much larger than most even if it wasn't quite up to the Avengers standard. "I'm out of shape."
Against my own best interest, I turned slightly, letting my hand drift up towards his arm as my head fell against his chest. I traced over the bulging muscle and watched as tiny goosebumps rose up on his skin at the sensation. Skin that felt so soft under my touch and I felt his breath shift as he clearly felt the mood between us change the same way that I did. I felt emboldened by how amorous our emotional day had left me as I let my head tip back to find him looking down at me with the same intensity he had a few months ago.
My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't help myself. Despite every alarm bell going off inside my brain, I stretched up just enough to press my lips against his. For a moment, he relaxed. His shoulders dropped as my fingers curled around the arm they were just stroking, but then suddenly his entire body tensed as if he'd been shocked by a bolt of electricity. He jerked away, sliding out from under me and off the bed before I could even realize what was happening.
"No," he said firmly, pointing his finger at me the same way he did to Dodger when he was being naughty. "No, no, we're not doing this again. Not until we talk about it what's going on here."
I felt the sting of rejection so harshly that it almost brought tears to my eyes, but I knew he was right.
"I'm sorry," I squeaked out, my cheeks burning. "You're right. I shouldn't have done that."
My voice was shaking as I scrambled to stand up, the stunned look on Chris' face only adding to my embarrassment. We stood there, staring at each other with the bed between us, but he didn't speak and after a few moments of silence, my shame was overwhelming, kicking my flight instincts into gear.
"I'll go," I mumbled. "Sorry again."
I didn't wait for a response before darting towards the door, but Chris' voice stopped me before I could make my escape.
"Whitney, stop." He didn't shout, but his tone was firm and demanding enough that I froze on the spot. "We need to talk about this. We can't keep going on with it hanging above our heads."
I turned to face him, discovering that he'd moved closer and was standing by the foot of the bed. He was still a few feet away from me, but close enough that it felt almost suffocating and I bit my lip as I stared at his feet, unable to look him in the eye.
"I don't know what to say..."
"I can take it," he insisted, a hint of resignation in voice as he continued. "You've had plenty of time to think it over since our last conversation and you said earlier today that we needed to talk. If you're gonna turn me down, put whatever this is to bed, just do it now and get it over with."
I furrowed my brow in confusion at his words, my heart beating in my chest so fast that I could hear the blood pumping through my ears.
"Turn you down?" I questioned. "Why do you think I'm going to turn you down? I just kissed you."
"That didn't mean much at Christmas."
He had a very valid point and I felt another pang of guilt at how badly I was treating him. I was hot and cold, affectionate and withdrawn, unwavering in my decision one minute and unsteady the next. I hadn't spared much thought to how cruel that was and now that I'd realized, I couldn't hold back the frustrated groan that fell from my lips.
"I don't know what to do, Chris! I think I know what the right decision is. It's what always felt like the safer choice, but then there are times when that's just..." I paused, taking in a deep breath to work up a dash of courage. "It's not what I want."
Chris watched me closely as if choosing his next words very carefully.
"If the safer choice isn't what you want then it sounds like maybe you need to take a risk. You can't live your life making decisions out of fear."
My eyes narrowed. He was over simplifying the situation. That way of thinking might work if it was just the two of us, but with Gray in the middle, things were more complicated.
"It's not that straight forward."
I shook my head as I spoke, but Chris countered with a nod.
"Sure, it is," he shrugged before asking a question that almost stopped my heart. "Do you love me?"
I stared at him, opening my mouth to speak and then closing it again when the words didn't come. I stood there, gaping at him like some kind of ridiculous puffer fish, until I finally got a word out.
"What?"
A smirk slid onto Chris' face at my floundering as he repeated the question.
"Do you love me?" He asked. "And don't say it doesn't matter or it's not important. Just yes or no."
I stared at him for a moment longer as a war between my head and heart raged inside me. Deny, deny, deny was what my head was screaming, but in the end the quiet reminder of now or never from my heart was what won out.
"Yes, I do," I admitted, proud of my voice for not breaking. "I always have."
There was a grin on Chris' face now, but my stomach churned because it didn't mean anything. As I said, I'd loved him all along and yet here we were, no better off.
"That's all that matters then," he insisted. "We can figure out the rest."
"But what if we can't figure it out?" I protested, crossing my arms as if I could somehow fold into myself and disappear completely. "What if it's nice for a while and then it all comes crashing down around us? What about Gray?"
He shrugged again. His whole demeanour miles away from my own. He seemed confident, hopeful, almost excited while I felt nauseous, terrified and paralyzed by fear.
"But what if it doesn't? What if it all works out nicely? Why are you so convinced that we wouldn't last?"
"Because you're you," I reminded him, my tone flat as I stated the obvious. "Hollywood super star, Chris Evans. And I'm me, a boring nobody. You could have pretty much any famous actress you want, the only person who wants to be with me is the creepy maintenance worker in our apartment building."
Chris looked taken aback as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"What? I've never heard about this guy."
"He's just some weird guy who does the repairs," I shrugged. "He comments on my outfits and looks at me in this way that makes my skin crawl, but he's harmless."
"Doesn't sound harmless to me," Chris argued, crossing his arms as a thunderous look settled on his face. "Does he have access to your place?"
"No!" I assured him, but after my quick answer I realized that I wasn't so sure. "Well, I don't know. He might have a spare key, I guess. If most maintenance people do? They have to give me notice before they enter the apartment anyway."
"Unless he's sneaking in to perv on you."
"Chris! That's gross!" I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Why would you put that thought in my head?!"
"I told you that you should have let me buy you a house," Chris huffed. "You're moving when all this covid shit is over."
"Oh my god," I groaned having flashbacks to our conversation a few weeks ago about him buying me a car. "All of this is so beside the point! We're talking about how you'd get bored of me and leave me heartbroken for some flashy Hollywood babe, remember?"
"Right," Chris nodded, letting his arms fall to his side. "But that's such a ridiculous idea that I thought it was hardly worth acknowledging."
His dismissal of one of my biggest fears sent a flash of anger through me.
"How is it ridiculous?" I snapped. "It's true!"
"You know me, Whitney," Chris sighed. "You know that my team had to practically force me into doing Captain America because I had one foot out the door of the whole acting gig and I hated the way Hollywood made me feel. Do you really think that I would give up a chance at a having family with you, someone who I really care about, for some wild, short-lived fling?"
His tone conveyed his disbelief, but he hadn't quite accurately interpreted what I meant.
"I think you'd regret it," I clarified. "I think that once the initial excitement wore off, you'd see that I'm nothing special and that I don't fit in your world."
Chris was looking at me as if I'd grown an extra head and I crossed my arms a little tighter around myself.
"We were friends long before Grayson came around and I've always thought that you were something special. Where is all this insecurity coming from, Whitney? Because I just don't get it."
I swallowed hard as I bit my lip. I felt incredibly vulnerable and the urge to run away and continue ignoring all my feelings seemed much preferable to standing here and analyzing them all, but I stayed strong. We were both adults and this was the only way to move forward. Whether it ended how Chris wanted or not, he deserved to know how I felt.
"I spent a long time convincing myself that you didn't care about me as anything more than a friend. I told myself that it was an insane idea because we're in two very different leagues so there was no point getting my hopes up. Then that night happened and I thought that maybe I'd been wrong, that it could be the start of a really good thing, but then you were gone by the time I woke up and you never called."
I barely choked out the last few words as I fought back the tears that were swimming in my eyes. An unmistakable look of guilt flashed onto Chris' face and he opened his mouth to comment, perhaps to defend himself, but I held up a hand to stop him. I needed to get it out or I never would.
"Then three weeks later, I found out I was pregnant," I continued. "I assumed from your silence that you didn't want to be with me and I knew that we were good together as friends so I kept my feelings to myself and spent the last three and a half years beating myself up for thinking for even one second that you would want to be with me."
"I did want to be with you..."
Chris was looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that he'd mastered and I sniffled as a tear slipped down my cheek.
"I know that now, but I can't just turn those thoughts off."
Chris sighed and rubbed his hands over his face before holding out his arms.
"C'mere."
I shook my head, wiping my tears as I worried that I'd fall apart completely if I stepped into his arms, but when he persisted and gestured me over again, I couldn't resist. I took the few steps needed to close the space between us and let my arms slide around his waist. He hugged me close to his body, burying his face in my hair as pressed mine into his muscled chest. We stayed like that for a few moments until Chris broke the silence.
"I'm sorry. I was an idiot," he apologized, his words muffled by my hair. "I should have fought for you. At the very least, I should have stayed until you woke up and I should have called, but I was scared too."
I felt more tears fill my eyes as I choked out a soft "I know".
Another silence fell between us before Chris spoke again, his words making my heart almost stop completely.
"I was going to propose." I pulled back at that confession, my eyes wide as I looked up at him unable to process his words fast enough to speak before he continued. "I called my mom up as soon as you told me you were pregnant. I wanted her to help me pick out a ring, but she talked me out of it. Said you'd think I was doing it for all the wrong reasons."
My heart fluttered back to life at the sincerity in his admission, but I nodded my head.
"Your mom is a smart lady," I told him. "I absolutely would have thought you were only doing it because you felt you had to."
"It wasn't out of obligation though," he insisted. "Maybe I was getting a bit ahead of myself leaping straight to marriage, but I cared about you. It was an opportunity to make it official, make that commitment and be a family. That's what I wanted."
I stayed quiet, resting my head back against his chest as I tried to take in all this new information. It was a lot to process especially when it directly contradicted the belief I had clung to for so long - that Chris and I would never work and for Grayson's sake we were better off apart. That assumption was so deeply embedded in my brain that it was hard to find the courage to take such a risk.
As if Chris could sense my lingering indecision, he continued.
"It's still what I want," he said softly. "Being here these last few weeks with you and Grayson as a family has been a dream come true. I wouldn't give it up for anything or do anything to jeopardize it if you'd just give me a shot."
The word 'okay' was so close to the tip of my tongue that it shocked me.
That was all I had to do, just open my mouth and agree and he would be mine.
My heart was pleading with me to do it, to take that leap and ignore any of the arguments against it that were running through my mind - especially now that those arguments seemed much less sound than they had a few short weeks ago. I was so conflicted that it almost physically pained me to have to make a decision and I couldn't help, but wonder how he could be so certain.
So, I leaned back and tilted my head so my eyes could meet his.
"How can you be so sure?" I questioned. "After how things have been these last few years, how can you be so confident in your feelings?"
"Because I love you," he told me plainly and with unwavering surety. "If you tell me right now that it's not what you want, then I'll accept your decision. But if there's a hint of a chance, then I'll wait as long as I need to. I've been waiting for years, thinking that I didn't even have a shot, I think I can wait a little longer now that I know that I might."
It was another heart wrenchingly honest explanation, another vulnerable admission, and something in the openness with which he spoke made me realize that over the last three years he had done nothing to earn any distrust from me. Even after the fallout from Christmas, he'd put his hurt feelings and pride aside to make things easier for me. He'd been sincere during every discussion we'd had since then and hadn't been cruel or impatient about my indecision. I had no reason at all, other than my own fear and insecurities, to assume that he was going to break my heart and tear apart our family.
He deserved a little bit of trust from me as well and a clarity washed over me as I finally knew what I had to do.
There were words I could have said, probably should have said, but I didn't feel like there was anything that would accurately portray how I was feeling. I settled for a more direct approach as I pressed up onto my toes and let my lips fall against his.
He tensed at first and for a brief, heart stopping moment, I thought he might push me away again, but he didn't. He relaxed, pulling me closer as my hands slid to cup his neck.
It was a soft kiss. A gentle, loving kiss, that I hoped conveyed what I couldn't figure out how to say. But when our lips parted and he leaned down to rest his forehead on mine, there was a concern in his eyes that told me I wasn't going to get away with it that easily.
"What does that mean?"
I bit my lip, staring up past his long eyelashes into his eyes. There was still a tiny voice in my head telling me to run, to stop being so foolish and leave now before I made a mistake, but my heart had found its footing now and wasn't going to back down. Listening to my head all this time hadn't made things any easier, so it was time to try something else.
"It means," I started, taking in a shaky breath. "I don't want to keep you waiting anymore."
Chris let out a breath of relief as a tentative smile slid onto his face.
"Really? You're sure?"
I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"Yes," I breathed out, my voice thick with all the emotions swirling through me.
He dipped his head a touch lower until our lips were reconnected. It was a deeper kiss, more desperate than the first as his tongue slid against mine and his grip tightened on my waist, my nails scraping against the fuzz of his recently cut hair. I caved into him, clinging to him like he was a lifeboat in a storm until he pulled back to take a breath.
My chest heaved against his, the adrenaline of his touch and what this finally meant, almost too much to handle. I settled back down, flat on my feet and nuzzled my face back into his chest as I fought to calm my racing mind and just enjoy the moment.
"You really mean it?" Chris asked again, the shakiness of his voice filling me with another pang of guilt. "You really want to give this a try?"
"I mean it," I nodded against him. "Doesn't mean my concerns have all vanished in the last five minutes, but I...I think I need to trust you."
"I won't let you down," he murmured into my hair as he pulled me even closer. Another silence fell between us until I broke it with an embarrassingly large yawn and Chris' chest shook as he chuckled. "Do you wanna sleep down here tonight?"
As soon as he'd asked the question, it suddenly hit me how exhausted I was. Even just the thought of walking upstairs seemed like an impossible task when there was such an inviting, comfortable bed only steps away from where I stood. But a thought popped into my head that I couldn't ignore and I turned my head slightly so I wasn't speaking directly into Chris' muscles.
"What about Gray?" I asked. "He always comes to you in the morning..."
"Would it matter?"
His tone wasn't accusing or annoyed, but genuinely curious as sharing a child did add a strange new element to all this. I didn't really know what the best way to handle it was since Grayson didn't really understand our relationship or know how a typical family was set up anyway, but it didn't seem like the best way to introduce him to the idea.
"I think we should talk to him about it instead of just letting him stumble on us in bed together," I suggested. "But I think maybe we should wait a while?"
Chris' face fell as the look of worry returned.
"You want to keep this a secret?"
"I didn't mean it like that," I shook my head. "You can tell whoever you want, but I think we should figure things out, make sure things are stable between us before we try to explain it to Gray."
"Alright, that's fair," Chris agreed before leaning down to place another soft kiss on my lips. "I'll wake you up before he comes down."
"Okay," I nodded as I let my thumb stroke his cheek.
We reluctantly slipped out of each other's arms, but it was a brief separation as we climbed into opposite sides of the bed. Once we'd turned the lights off, we met in the middle and he pulled me back against his chest, letting me hook my leg over his hip as we settled against each other.
Chris ran a hand up and down my spine as he nuzzled in my hair.
"This feels nice..."
"It does," I hummed. With the darkness around us, the quiet that had settled in, I felt encouraged to say something that I'd felt I should have said long ago. "I'm sorry, Chris."
I felt him tense.
"For what?"
"For messing you around so much," I admitted. "Especially at Christmas...that wasn't cool."
"If I had expectations, I should have laid them out before anything happened." His answer sounded rehearsed, as if he'd spent a long time convincing himself of that fact. I wasn't entirely sure it was a fair statement, but he continued before I could question it. "I can understand where you were coming from, but I promise I won't hurt you."
I felt a pang of uncertainty because that wasn't always a promise that could be kept, but the sincerity in his voice gave me hope. I placed a soft kiss against his chest as his hands slid up under the loose shorts I was wearing to cup my bum.
"I love you," I mumbled against his skin.
"I love you too," he replied, making a feeling of warmth flood through me. "Thank you for giving me a chance."
I sighed happily as my exhaustion had my eyes fluttering shut. I wanted to stay awake, to keep this moment before the brightness of the morning could bring any doubts or second guesses, but I was powerless to resist as sleep overtook me.
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Part Five
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Yandere Beelzebub Headcanons
These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don’t condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional. These will contain spoilers for the game so tread cautiously.
Beelzebub seems to be a favorite among many players and honestly, it’s not that hard to see why. Beelzebub strikes me as an overprotective, possessive, and clingy yandere. There isn’t as much as the others whom I have written already, but that’s because I don’t see him as a dangerous yandere.
When the MC starts to get to know him and understand the situation with Beelzebub and Belphegor, it’s clear to see that both Lilith and Belphie mean a lot to him and that he holds himself accountable for what happened. He would seem slightly reluctant to get into a relationship with anyone, primarily because I see him having some hesitation and overthinking, will I mess this up? Once he is assured that he can, by himself or his brothers, he will indulge himself in his sin.
The kind of S/O that I see Beelzebub with would be anyone really, I think that anyone could be a match with anyone, but there are some things that just make the relationship click a lot faster. For Beelzebub I see him thinking about a kind S/O, one who won’t dismiss his feelings or look down upon him. One thing that as a player lowkey kinda bugs me, is when Beelzebub wants to say something and everyone just dismisses him like “Oh you’re hungry again? We just ate Beel.” I think that while he doesn’t express it, these comments hurt him and he prefers to stay out of the conversation. His S/O would be someone who wouldn’t dismiss his feelings, someone who will genuinely want to listen to what Beelzebub wants to talk about.
I honestly think that is all he would really want, Beel would take care of the rest. Beelzebub was on board with the MC making a pact to convince Lucifer for Belphies sake, it’s the kind hearted people that he loves getting close to. He wouldn’t feel as hungry around his S/O and if he is, it’s the kisses and cuddles he craves from them! Let’s break down his character, shall we?
Overprotective: I see him being very overprotective over his S/O, he is for Belphie and his siblings, who is to say that his S/O doesn’t deserve the same? He would ensure that his S/O is safe and sound. He would be there to listen to his S/O, make sure that they try to keep a decent meal schedule and if not, he does what he can do to support his S/O to try to make healthy decisions. Any demon that thinks about messing with his S/O would think twice when he steps in. Honestly, I think he would dote on them like he does with Belphie.
Possessive: I know this is a bit of a stretch but bare with me, he would get very possessive with his S/O not only with other demons out there but because he is scared of losing them like he did with the others. He would worry constantly about his S/O, but he might not express it as much. He would want them to sit next to him during movie nights, he would want them to be with them 24/7 so he could keep an eye on them. Dragging them out to the gym with him, to sit and watch or participate he honestly doesn’t care, just be with him. Go out with him to eat, he will happily pay for his S/O, etc. He just wants them close to him in any way shape or form.
Clingy: He wouldn’t be as clingy as Mammon, but he can certainly get there if the situation arises. This ties with him being possessive, he wants them near him so he can keep an eye on them. If his S/O is kind, he would follow them around to protect them but to also talk to them. It feels nice to have someone to talk to, considering that Belphie is not present at the moment. It also feels even better that he has someone other than family to listen to because we all know that sometimes, family isn’t what we need at the moment. That no matter how much we care for them or dislike them, there are some things that are hard to convey to a family member. His S/O just happens to be the lucky person who gets this teddy bear!
Overall, I think that Beelzebub is a pretty harmful yandere, his S/O would have to do something really big for him to get mad at them. He just wants someone to love and care for, he wouldn’t be too overbearing aside from the constant lookout. He would love to hold his S/O close, console them or even better, have them console him. He loves and lives for praises, compliment him and like the adorable puppy like being he is, he will happily smile and reward his S/O for the kindness that they have shown him.
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A3! Outing Event Translation - A Scenic View to Give You Someday (9/11)
*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi
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Izumi: (The setting is… a certain luxury cruise ship.
There are six men on board who are each searching for a woman.)
(The beginning goes…)
Kaito [Tenma]: “Excuse me. Have you seen a woman with long hair who’s about this tall?”
Passenger A: Ehh? No, I haven’t seen them.
Kaito [Tenma]: “I-is that so? Please excuse me…”
Passenger A: That was a surprise…
He started a conversation with us…
Passenger B: Are we a part of the show too?
Izumi: (They’re trying a new staging approach that involves the regular guests… and it looks like it’s going smoothly.)
Kaito [Tenma]: “Hello, excuse me. I’m looking for someone. Have you seen a woman with long hair and who’s about this tall?”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “No… are you trying to find someone too?”
Kaito [Tenma]: “Too, you say… could you be as well?
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “Yes. In fact, I am.”
-pause-
Izumi: (At another location, they’re…)
Kyou [Kumon]: “Are you searching for someone?”
Shiro [Azuma]: “Indeed. And you as well?”
Kyou [Kumon]: “I invited a lady on this luxury cruise ship in order to thank her, but she didn't show up at our meeting spot…”
“I thought she might have boarded first, so I’m looking all over.”
Shiro [Azuma]: “I'm meeting with the person I scouted here on this ship.”
“She sounds like a busy person, so it’s been hard for us to find the time to meet.”
“But she told me she has business on this ship today, so she could spare some time on board. And well, here I am...”
Kyou [Kumon]: “The ship is huge, so I guess it might be pretty difficult to find them…”
Izumi: (We’ve installed live-viewing cameras along the interior so you’re able to watch the different locations. It’s going well so far.)
-pause-
Izumi: (In yet another spot, they’re…)
Towa [Masumi]: “What seems to be the problem?”
Kei [Banri]: “…O-oh, no. I’m just looking for someone.”
Towa [Masumi]: “Oh my, what a coincidence.
I’m searching for someone too.”
Izumi: (The play here has started as well. Their timing is spot on.
Even so—)
…?
Izumi: (I feel like I'm making a lot of eye contact with everyone who’s in the play…)
Towa [Masumi]: “If you don’t mind, shall I help you?”
Kei [Banri]: “Ehh? N-no need.
It’s a personal matter, so I don’t want to involve anyone else…”
Izumi: (The other four men, who are each searching for someone, also gather in the same area...)
Kaito [Tenma]: “Are you guys trying to find someone too?”
Kei [Banri]: “Us too… eh?”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “We are on the lookout as well.”
Kyou [Kumon]: “All of us are searching for someone—how mysterious.”
Shiro [Azuma]: “What kind of person are you guys looking for?”
“This is a stroke of fate.
Why don’t we work together as fellows in the same situation?”
Kaito [Tenma]: “Good point. We might be able to locate them faster that way.”
“I’m trying to find my younger sister who I’ve been separated from.”
Shiro [Azuma]: “Separated from…? That’s a big deal.”
“I work for an entertainment agency.
I’m meeting with the person I scouted on this ship.”
Kyou [Kumon]: “I’m looking for a lady who saved my grandmother when she got sick on the train.”
“She should be on this ship, but…”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “I… came on this ship to ask my lovely girlfriend to marry me.”
“I gave her the cruise ticket without letting her know I’m going to propose.”
Shiro [Azuma]: “Proposing on a luxury liner, hm?
It’s just like a movie. How romantic.”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “But I can’t seem to find her…
And my phone’s not connecting so it’s been rough.”
Kyou [Kumon]: “Everyone has their own circumstances, huh?”
Kaito [Tenma]: “What’s the reason you two got?”
Kei [Banri]: “You see… it’s a personal matter, so…”
Towa [Masumi]: “It’s not something I can tell anyone either.
My apologies.”
Passenger C: It’s incredibly realistic.
Passenger D: For real. It’s like we’re inside the play.
Passenger C: I wonder why those two can’t reveal their reason?
Maybe we’ll find out if we follow them.
Izumi: (That’s great. It looks like the guests are enjoying it too.)
???: …Um, excuse me.
Izumi: …?
-pause-
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “—So, what are the traits of the person you’re trying to locate?”
Kaito [Tenma]: “She’s a woman in her 20s. Long hair.”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “What a coincidence. My partner is a woman in her 20s with long hair as well.”
Kyou [Kumon]: “Same with the person I’m looking for.
Her hair is light in colour, and her bangs are parted at an angle…”
Shiro [Azuma]: “How curious. The candidate I’m meeting with is a woman in her 20s with long, chestnut-coloured hair.”
Ritsu [Tsuzuru]: “She likes to wear casual clothes and she always carries a red bag.”
“I think she’ll be dressed differently today though.”
Kyou [Kumon]: “The lady who helped my grandmother also had a red bag with her.”
Kei [Banri]: “…Wait, don’t tell me—was it the type of bag you sling across your body?”
Kyou [Kumon]: “Yes! It was!”
Kaito [Tenma]: “My sister always wore a red, crossbody bag that our mother bought her when she was little.”
Kei [Banri]: “Could it be, the woman all of us are chasing after is—”
Towa [Masumi]: “…It appears they are one in the same.
So, in other words—.”
Masumi: …!?
She’s gone…?
Kei [Banri]: “Should we split up and search? I mean, we’re tracking down the same person anyways.”
Towa [Masumi]: “…! Right, good call.”
-pause-
Towa [Masumi]: “…There she is! Over there!”
Kei [Banri]: “We found her…!”
Towa [Masumi]: “Let me handle it from here.”
Kei [Banri]: “B-but…”
Towa [Masumi]: “You’re trying to get revenge on her, aren’t you?”
Kei [Banri]: “How did you…”
Towa [Masumi]: “I am a detective. I have that much information on hand.”
“I dare say it’s not a coincidence that the six of us who are all searching for the same woman have gathered here on this ship.”
“Perhaps it was her plan to lure us all aboard to sink us all at once.”
Kei [Banri]: “N-no way…”
*door opens*
Izumi: EHH? W-what!?
Workers: …!?
Towa [Masumi]: “You two were about to be deceived as well.”
Workers: Ehh!?
Towa [Masumi]: “This woman is a wanted con artist.”
“I’ve got you now. There’s nowhere left to run.
I’ll ask you to come along with me quietly.”
“…I think this counts as revenge in your place, doesn’t it?”
Kei [Banri]: “Ah… thank you very much.”
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Note: just to be clear, yes, Masumi broke character in that one moment lol
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So I did the random word generator, and I got paper. And that made me think of paper airplanes. So, how about reader making a paper airplane and throwing it through the SDR2 Boys window, and inside the paper airplane is a love letter confessing reader’s feelings toward them.
T h a n k you for this bc I gotta practice writing the bois. I absolutely love writing these types of scenarios owo
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Teruteru
“Oh? What could this be~?” The chef noticed the paper airplane that appeared on the floor of his cottage, picking it up.
It was only then he noticed his partially opened window and chuckled. For him, it was easy to put two-and-two together.
“Ah, how cliche. Do I have a secret admirer on this island? Perhaps they wanna share all their secrets with me~?” The thoughts running through his mind almost made his nose bleed, though he managed to control himself as he unfolded the plane to read its contents.
And it turned out to be a simple love letter from you--short, sweet, and innocent. You even marked it with a heart at the bottom of the page.
Teruteru’s face became tomato-red as he clutched the letter to his chest, before hurrying out of his cottage and to the hotel restaurant, unable to contain his excitement any longer.
“I’m on my way, my new beloved~!!” He trilled, knowing you’d be waiting for him there.
...............
Gundham
“Huh..so this is what the mighty winds have carried into my domain.” Gundham mused as he looked at the paper airplane that somehow landed on his bed. He looked outside for a moment, wondering who could have sent it--but there was no one.
“A mysterious messenger, hm..what do you think, Cham-P?” He glanced at the large golden hamster on his shoulder, seeing his nod of approval. “Fuhaha! Then it’s decided! Now..let us see what this message entails.”
With a hum, he unfolded the note and read it thoroughly, gawking about halfway through it.
“...wh-what...this...is this...a-a proclamation of love?!” He tugged his scarf over his blushing face. “But..who could love such a....ah..” Then he reached the bottom of the note and saw it was none other than-
“[Y/n], but of course. There’s...a certain aura to them that..I can’t help but feel enchanted by,” he muttered to himself. “But I shall harden my heart until I know this proclamation is true, lest I turn out to be a blind fool..”
With that declaration, he got up and summoned the Dark Devas to his side, before venturing out of his cottage, clutching the note tightly.
............
Kazuichi
“AH!! I’VE BEEN AMBUSHED!!”
The scream made you stop in your tracks as you looked back, seeing the door fly open and a certain mechanic come rushing out.
“[Y/n]! Thank god you’re here!” His hands flew onto your shoulders. “I got hit by an object!! I-I think someone was tryna kill me!!”
‘Oh boy..’ You thought, realizing that your plan didn’t go accordingly. “Well, did you see what the object was?”
“N-No...but...what does it matter?!!”
“.....wouldn’t it help to find out what it was if you’re convinced it was attempted murder?”
“..that’s true. C’mon. I don’t wanna go back alone.” Kazuichi dragged you into his cottage, making sure he locked the door once inside. “It came through that window, hitting me in the back of the head....damn it. I just wanted fresh air and I can’t even get that!” Then he shut the window with a huff.
“Was it this?”
Looking back, he saw the paper airplane in your hand. “Yeah-!! Wait...a paper airplane? Seriously? That’s what attacked me?”
“I sent this.”
“...so YOU attacked me?!”
“I didn’t mean to!” You snapped, causing him to fall silent, before you unfolded it and handed it to him. “It’s a letter...for you. It’s got nothing to do with murder, I promise.”
He cautiously took the paper and read it, mumbling to himself. By the time he was done, his face became red. “[Y/n]...is this true?” He looked up at you with a toothy grin and stars in his eyes. “You like me??!!”
“Yeah..” You smiled back. “Though I was hesitant to send it since, y’know....you had eyes on Sonia-”
“Oh! Don’t worry, I only admire Miss Sonia from afar!” He explained. “As the princess she is, I only wanna respect and defend her. Nothing more! I-I’ve honestly...liked you for a while too. My bad for not reading this sooner.”
“It’s okay,” you chuckled. “At least I have my answer.”
...............
Fuyuhiko
“Sheesh, try not to poke my other eye out next time, okay?”
“Wh-Wha..” You spun around to see the Ultimate Yakuza, realizing he was clutching the note--that was once a paper airplane--in his hand. “Sorry, Fuyu..I had no idea where it would land so I uh...booked it. Kinda. How did you know-?”
“Saw you taking off before this even got into my room,” he explained. “I still got one good eye to keep a lookout for things.”
“..ah, I see..” You rubbed your neck awkwardly. “So um...you must’ve read it.”
“It’s laughably cliche, but...I...uh...d-do feel the same way as you..” Fuyuhiko mumbled the last part, but you could hear his confession clear as day, and your eyes lit up.
“R-Really? I mean...I...I wasn’t sure, since I know you’re still trying to move on from-”
“It’s okay.” He sighed, looking back at you. “It..hasn’t been easy, but..you were the first to forgive me after that trial. Even though...I acted like a total shithead to you when we first got here. Still feel kinda bad about it..”
Your racing heart eventually calmed itself, as you smiled gently and approached him. “It’s okay. If..you wanna make up for it, maybe we can..uh..hang out at the movie theater sometime today?”
“Tch, like a first date?” He chuckled. “Alright. I’m in.”
............
Nekomaru
“[Y/N]!!”
The booming voice made you nearly slam the mailbox door on your hand. You had a habit of checking it mornings and nights.
You whirled around to see Nekomaru rush over to you, a wide grin on his face as he clutched a certain note in his large hand. “I have received your confession letter and accept it wholeheartedly!!”
“R-Really?” You gawked. “Just like that..?”
“Of course!” He laughed. “Your method of delivery is unique! Very old-school. And clearly you’ve put all of your heart and soul into this letter. If I were to ever reject that hard work, my name wouldn’t be-!!”
“Nekomaru Nidai?” You chuckled, feeling calmer now that he was serious.
“See? You already know me better than I know myself!” The Ultimate Team Manager grinned as he hugged you to his chest. “Can you hear that? My heart is beating with great spirit and love!!”
“Yeah, I definitely hear it loud and clear.” Smiling, you hugged him back, happier than ever.
...............
Twogami
When Byakuya found a paper airplane on his desk, he didn’t know what to think at first.
This was childish at best--sneakily throwing it through the window and then taking off? If one of the others wanted to talk to him about something, then they should’ve just rang the doorbell.
Surely he wasn’t that intimidating of a leader...even if some didn’t like it.
But curiosity eventually won over everything else, and so he took the paper, realizing there was a message on it. “Hmm, very strange..” He hummed, opening it to read what it said.
And he swore his heart stopped, realizing this was a confession and the sender was....you?
Did you really think of him that way? Even though..he hasn’t fully told you the truth about his Ultimate?
And if he did, would you still send him something like this?
.............
Hajime
Hajime didn’t know why he woke up earlier before the morning announcement--until he noticed something right next to his face. “Huh..? What’s this?”
Sitting upright, he picked up the object. “Oh, a paper airplane. Haven’t seen one of these in forever.”
With a small chuckle, he unfolded it, having noticed letters on the inside of it--and also a red heart, oddly enough. He read the message written and...his heart began racing as he realized this was a love letter.
Even though he had his suspicions, he couldn’t believe someone on this island would love a talent-less person like himself.
Why?
As he read the sender’s name, Hajime jumped as he heard a knock on his door. He quickly stuffed the note under his pillow before going to answer it--seeing you on the other side.
“A-Ah..[y/n]..hi. Thank you for knocking..” He tried to play it cool, tugging on his shirt collar awkwardly, though you just smiled.
“I take it you read it already?”
“What? Oh! Uh..yeah..” The poor boy’s face grew redder by the second.
“I thought the paper airplane idea was too childish, so...I figured I’d come here and confess myself. But...seems I’m a little too late for that.” You chuckled nervously. “So....?”
“I-I don’t know what to say..” He admitted. “Why me? I’m the most ordinary out of everyone here.”
“Oh. Hajime.” With a small laugh, you took his hand into yours. “Because it’s you that I feel happiest around..all those times we’ve spent together..meant a lot. I had fun and I’d like to do more of them with you.”
“A-As..your boyfriend you mean?” Hajime gulped, smiling as he tried retaining his composure. “Sure. I’d..love to do that.”
............
Nagito
“Heh..I never would’ve guessed a nobody like me was at the center of someone’s heart..”
“Uh, I’m right here, Nagito.”
“Oh I know.” The white-haired male chuckled as he spun around on his heel, facing you. He looked down at the love letter you had cleverly disguised as a paper airplane. “But..come to think of it..Mikan’s words had me a bit...crushed..”
You tilted your head, remembering the third trial. “You mean, when she said-?”
“That I had nobody who loved me? Well, it seems she was wrong about that.” His smile seemed to stretch wider as he put the letter in his pocket. “I guess I can’t call myself a stepping stone anymore..now that I have a new purpose--one that fills me with a much greater hope!” He wheezed out a small laugh.
While his laughter usually unnerved the other students, you could only smile and feel your heart grow warmer whenever you heard it.
“Yes, yes..perhaps this was the love she was talking about.” Nagito put a hand to his chest. “But this love wasn’t born from despair.”
“Nah, that’s just a twisted sense of love.” You reached out to take his other hand into yours, bringing him slightly closer to you. “This is real, genuine love.”
His face became a bit flushed, though it wasn’t from the despair disease, but from the simple realization that..
He was lucky enough to be loved.
..........
Izuru
“So, instead of talking to me, you sent this.”
“Oh!” You turned around to see the “Ultimate Hope” standing before. There was an open note in his hand that you tried to deliver to his room in the form of a paper airplane.
The keyword is “tried”, as he was quick to call out to you before you had the chance to run away. So you felt embarrassed, especially as he skimmed over your letter.
After a long and awkward silence, Izuru finally looked up at you. His face remained blank, though you could tell he was curious about your message.
“Yep, that’s my uh..confession.” With a sigh, you approached him calmly. “I know..love is something foreign to you, but...I figured I’d take my chances. Even if the world’s gone to shit, I had to at least get this off my chest. And before you ask...no, it’s not because of your talents.”
“....I see.” He muttered, his gaze returning to the letter. “You understand what I am and what I’ve done, and yet...huh...?” Then he put a hand to his chest, stunned for a moment as he felt his heartbeat slightly quicken.
Wait..
His heart?
What was happening to him?
What is this?
“Huh, they might’ve suppressed your old feelings. But..not all of them, it seems.”
He wasn’t sure what to say to that exactly.
This was something he definitely couldn’t have predicted.
#clanask#anonymous#danganronpa x reader#sdr2#teruteru hanamura#gundham tanaka#kazuichi soda#fuyuhiko kuzuryuu#nekomaru nidai#byakuya twogami#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda#izuru kamukura#one word prompt#fluff
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do u think u could write something fluffy for atsumu? :D (if not, bc he just showed up in the anime, futakuchi?) nd they/them pronouns pls :3 ty ty!!!
dating headcanons
✧ hc’s ✧ for atsumu and futakuchi
❧ gn reader
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a/n: oml my first request fgrinffej thank u anon <3 been doing sum ~research~ and brainstorming snaccing and i hope this is okay ! >:) for u i shall do both ppl hehe. feel free to lmk if you would like me to redo or add anything, i wanna do my requests justice :*)
also i find myself gettin inspo at 4 am ofhfuohf i hope this is a bit fluffy, tho its a bit playful n snarky as well fnoggrefjf. also this took me so long bc i literaly got this whole other idea LMAOOOO but i find it more suitable as a separate piece so be on the lookout for that (nudge nudge itll feature atsumu ;) i got a bit carried away AAHA). here u goo
atsumu
✧ boi’s a tease
✧ on days he stays really late to practice so like?? most days LOL you drop by a nearby eatery and pick up some fatty tuna (or something else, you like to change it up sometimes even if fatty tuna is his fave) for him to munch on (gotta replenish your body!!)
✧ even though it’s for him, he’ll make you share the food with him as you both sit on a field nearby the gym
✧ likes to feed you but exaggerates it just to mess with you
✧ “say ahh, y/n” he coos with a smirk when he holds out some food from his chopsticks
✧ and just to mess with him back, you close your mouth around the piece, taking it from the chopsticks slowly and never breaking eye contact with him until after you chew and swallow
✧ “ah, that was delicious, honey” you smile cheekily
✧ rip atsumu, he malfuncc inside
✧ however
✧ fights you for the last piece of any food or snack you’re sharing
✧ “why even offer sharing if you’re just gonna hog it all”
✧ “you were just slower than me, that’s not my problem”
✧ in the end, he would definitely just let you have it. Only fights you when hes bored and wants to provoke you, which is often
✧ pretty affectionate in public. likes to ruffle your hair or place a head on your hand, no matter what height you are
✧ especially likes to do this when you’re annoyed at him, which kinda makes it not cute anymore and you just wanna punch him in the face
✧ as annoying as he could be tho you had to admit that your bickering could be quite fun he was definitely a caring partner
✧ is quick to take notice how youre feeling, liek:
✧ “hey, are you feeling okay?”
✧ “yeah im fine, why?”
✧ “you know you dont have to lie, right? you cant hide these things, anyways, i can just tell if something’s up. what’s wrong, babe?”
✧ pulls you aside to talk things out a little, then offers to spend some time together after practice
✧ squeezes your hand as he walks you home, plants a soft kiss to your forehead before parting ways, and says goodnight
✧ he also notices any changes, no matter how small, in your appearances:
✧ *scrutinizing you* “what do you want, atsumu?”
✧ “did you do something different today? maybe like with your hair or uniform or something?”
✧ “o-oh, yeah, i did.”
✧ “hm. it really suits you, actually.”
✧ “oh, thanks. it’s such a small change, i didnt think anyone would notice--”
✧ “dont get too ahead of yourself, i didnt say it looked nice-- im kidding, im kidding!” he has to say in order to defend himself from your piercing glare
✧ lowkey highkey cant go long without seeing you
✧ so when he finally gets to spend some time with you, he’s even more touchy than usual
✧ you eye him suspiciously before saying, “you’re acting like you missed me or something”
✧ “yeah, i did miss you. something wrong with that?” he asks, burying his face in your neck as he hugs you from behind
✧ “yes, because its been two days”
✧ expect lots of kisses and hugs, though. mans is deprived and he gets what he wants (with consent, of course)
✧ makes sure everyone knows he’s there to stand up for you if necessary, which can be pretty intimidating
✧ loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder. will take selfies with your sleeping face and show you later
✧ “you look cute even when you’re drooling all over my arm”
✧ doesn’t talk about how he sniffed or kissed your head when you were asleep. definitely doesn’t admit how he was whispering about how lucky he was to be in love with you asdfghjk
✧ was the first to admit he loved you
✧ it occurred after his team won a game to qualify for nationals. excitedly, you raced your way to meet him and tackled him in a hug. who cares if he was sweaty. “i knew you guys would win, and im so proud, atsumu.”
✧ he stumbled a bit and hugged back. he pulled away shortly to look you in the eye
✧ “y/n, i love you.”
✧ and all you could do was blush before he pulled you into a soft, yet passionate kiss
✧ surrounded by like. literally everyone lol
✧ osamu just fake gags in the background
✧ later that day:
✧ “sooooo do I get a reward for winning ? ;)”
✧ “dont push your luck”
✧ but you do spend the night just chilling at his place, watching a movie and cuddling, unwinding from a long day
futakuchi
✧ you met each other in class, bonding over how bored and sleepy you both were
✧ one day he started passing you notes and you went with along it until this class’s purpose in y’alls lives was just for goofing off and totally not to see each other’s smiles or be a bit flirty
✧ loves to mess around with you, but also thinks highly of you
✧ shortly after you started dating and met the boy’s volleyball team, moniwa asks you to please keep futakuchi in line
✧ “babe, please, you’re driving your seniors crazy”
✧ but ever since he became captain, you could sense that futakuchi seemed more responsible
✧ but poor bby was also wayyyy more tired than usual
✧ you poked his back with your pencil whenever you found him dozing off in class, just in time before he risked getting caught by the teacher
✧ you also nagged him about getting more rest and maintaining his health, doing things to help him out until he gave in and made a better attempt at taking care of himself
✧ unless you have other activities going on, you’d usually come by the gym to watch practice and then walk home with futakuchi
✧ you always bring him and his team snacks. they all love you, especially koganegawa
✧ “how are you and y/n dating, they’re so much nicer than futaku--”
✧ cant even finish his sentence before the captain smacks his head and poor kogane chokes on his snacc
✧ but les be real you also go to admire your manz
✧ on the walk home one day:
✧ “you hit a really good spike today”
✧ sheepishly scratches the back of his head, “oh, thanks. kogane’s sets are improving, so it’s getting easier to hit the ball”
✧ secretly loves and craves your praise
✧ futakuchi’s pretty down for pda. you two can often be seen walking down the aisles, hand in hand
✧ will also give you lots of pecks, especially on your cheeks and lips
✧ he also insists on helping you carry your things
✧ wants you to rely on him
✧ saw you shivering once and took his jacket off, draping it around you like nbd
✧ lets just say he wishes he coulda thought of that sooner dhqnwxhgergk youre not allowed to look this cute
✧ but now you literally keep half his closet in your house cuz he always tells you to return it whenever you want
✧ could go on dates anywhere and literally have such a good time. the night market? y’all will share foods and play games the whole time. the park? he could go for a nice, relaxing walk, or if it’s at night, he’d love to lie in the grass and admire the night sky with you (as long as you hold hands lol). at home? would totally binge some shows or movies with you, has sour gummies n a blanket ready to share hog
✧ can be a tease, but will protect you at all costs
✧ glares at anyone who looks at you with interest (boi gets jealous)
✧ had to pull you into his arms and give you a kiss to save you from getting hit on by someone from a rival school. “hey babe, i’ve been looking for you. let’s head back, everyone’s waiting.”
✧ you happily follow him, not noticing how futakuchi looks back at his now sworn-enemy and sticks his tongue out at them
✧ he will fIGHT anyone who hurts you, is very overprotective to say the least
✧ always makes sure he knows where you’re at, starts to worry a bit if you’ve gone mia
✧ got reallly worried one time when he called you like 5 times and you didnt pick up!
✧ 20 minutes later his phone rings and he picks it up immediately. “hello? y/n? are you okay?? you haven’t been answering me for a while.”
✧ “ahh, yes, im sorry about that, my phone died :P”
✧ thinks the best cuddles are the ones in which you both end up falling asleep. also likes to admire your sleeping face totes not a creeper
✧ also loveloveloves to snuggle you from behind and bury his face in your neck and loves to just smELL you
✧ you told him you loved him first
✧ you were having a rough day when you heard a knock on your door
✧ opening it, you found a futakuchi giving you a small smile and carrying a plastic bag full of goodies. “i, uh, didn’t want you to be alone, so i thought we could hang out for a bit? just us two, your favorite snacks, and whatever else you want to do”
✧ touched by his gesture, you pulled him in by his jacket’s collar and gave him a long kiss
✧ after separating, you looked into his eyes as you cupped his face gently. “thank you, kenji. i love you. this means a lot to me”
✧ ejiufnicenjfdhksujsk he nearly melted in place
✧ later tries playing the pocky game with you, but then y’all forget about the pocky after your first round and stick to the smooching
#haikyuu#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu reader insert#atsumu x reader#atsumu miya#futakuchi kenji#futakuchi x reader#haikyuu x you
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WIP fic rec list
So I have a shit ton of important things to do so I was like, so what better time to make a WIP rec list of fics that are currently (hopefully) updating.
I know wips get a bad rap but I personally enjoy feeling like I’m in 1830s paris waiting for the next chapter of illusions perdues to drop. Also these authors are giving us sweet sweet entertainment and they deserve the hype. All stories deserve love no matter their completion status.
In no particular order:
A Brief History of Sex by Letzi
Never let it be said that Castiel Novak is not a passionate man. He doesn’t seem like he is at first glance, he’s willing to admit that. But what he does in life, everything that he does, in fact, in life, has been in the pursuit of passion.
He’s not sure how it landed him night after night sitting inside a cramped closet in a brothel’s bedroom, watching a prostitute get fucked from behind by one of her clients through a peephole, but that’s where he finds himself these days.
He has to make do with what he has.
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ABO AU based on the TV Show Masters of Sex and the life and work of Virginia Johnson and William Masters, the pioneers of sex therapy.
A Priori by K_K_TiBal, whelvenwings
Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak are headed to Hogwarts.
Castiel, as a member of the old Novak wizarding family, is fully expected to be sorted into Ravenclaw, like all of his ancestors before him. Dean, as a Muggle-born, has no idea what the Houses even are. With a surprise sorting and classes starting soon afterwards, they're both pitched headfirst into the unknown - and they find themselves in competition with each other almost at once, both of them needing to prove themselves to the people they left at home, and the people with them at Hogwarts.
Over the course of their seven years at Hogwarts, Dean and Cas learn what it means to prove yourself, what it takes to discover who you are, what it feels like to fall in love, and what it is they'll fight for - what matters most of all.
And Death Shall Have No Dominion by ForeverShippingJohnlock
Castiel Novak is a zombie. Or rather, a "partially deceased syndrome sufferer." Treated and on medication, Castiel is deemed fit to return to living society. Whether society is ready to accept him or not is another matter entirely.
Dean Winchester is an active member of the Human Volunteer Force, a group determined to eliminate the undead. With his father as the leader of the HVF, Dean has spent years learning that PDS sufferers are scum, treated or not, and Dean wants nothing more than to make his dad proud.
Against all odds, the two boys form an unlikely friendship that makes Dean question everything he knows and believes, while Castiel thinks that maybe his second life isn't such a curse after all.
A story of love and loss, life and death, and everything in between.
Beyond Our Waking Eyes by abbythebollix
Dean Winchester is troubled, Sam Winchester is growing up and Castiel Milton is too fucking hot for his own good.
Cupid's Fiery Shaft by ChasingRabbits
When Gabriel Milton is forced into working on the school's annual Shakespeare play, he finds himself drawn to one person in particular--a techie named Sam Winchester.
While waiting on numerous universities to dictate the next major step in his life, Sam has been blowing off steam with his friend, lab partner, and (unknowingly) Gabriel's stepbrother, Castiel Novak.
Castiel Novak: a swimmer and one of the school's resident oddballs, who finds himself in a quandary upon meeting Sam's older brother, Dean.
Dean Winchester: gruff-voiced automechanic by day and culinary genius/MegaNerd by night, who might not be as heterosexual as he lets everybody believe.
If it sounds complicated, that's only because it is.
Now That's Comedy by CaptainMercy42
Comedy. It's what Winchester's did. Winchester's, and about a million other dumb fucks with an iPhone and 140 character witticisms about their first world problems. It was not supposed to bug him when no-talent "wordsmiths" got highlighted in a bit on Ellen or Bob and Tom. But it did.
His dad, well he was great at it. It was dark comedy. It came from a dark place; the loss of a wife and the life of a morally bankrupt single dad, almost innocent in how thoroughly unprepared he was for fatherhood. Substance abuse in itself provided jokes for days. The material actually outlasted his dear old dad. This surprised no one. What was surprising was Sam's decision to ditch college and do his own act, despite his lingering bitterness.
The first night Dean saw Sam perform was also the first night Dean saw Castiel perform.
Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by linoresearch
The year is 1722 and across the oceans merchant ships are hounded by pirates. Killing and stealing their way to infamy, the Winchesters plague the trade-routes to the New World, leaving a trail of death and devastation across the Spanish Main. They are villains, and every ship that sails under the colours of the Royal Navy has been tasked with bringing them to justice; sentenced to hang by the neck until dead.
When the lookout of the navy frigate, the Lady Mary, calls ship-ahoy from the crow’s nest, first-mate Lieutenant Castiel Novak has no idea how his life is about to change. In a swash-buckling adventure across the high-seas, Castiel faces sea-monsters, ghost-ships, and much more, in the race to secure a valuable and dangerous prize. Thrown in among the pirates aboard the Black Impala, he also learns that Captain Dean Winchester can be hard to resist.
Number 1 Crush by Duckyboos
Dean, Benny, Charlie, Garth, and Cas are old college buddies. In their thirties now, they meet up once a year to shed their adult responsibilities for a week. This year it's Garth's turn to choose where they go and he's still as obsessed with horror and weird shit as he was back in college. He ends up picking a supposedly deserted hotel in the friggin' mountains. The place is creepy as hell and as night falls, two things become increasingly apparent. One: the place isn’t as deserted as they first thought, and two: Dean’s college stalker is back from the dead.
Dial 'M' For Monster by Duckyboos
By day, Dean Winchester bakes cupcakes. He owns his own bakery (Stairway to Leaven) and people come from all over state to try his delicious vegan red velvet. By night, he’s a fighter of supernatural evil.
Castiel Novak owns the small town's only motel (The Resting Place). He has a problem; he thinks rooms 6 & 11 are haunted. It’s not like he can just look up a local ghost hunter in the phone book though, now is it?
Oh, he can? Sweet.
All The Other Places by Englandwouldfall
As is usually the way with this crap, nothing is that simple. Part 4 of Beach House
Shades of Mediocrity by Englandwouldfall
Dean needs to rearrange his life all over again, regroup, restart and work out what the hell to do next.Castiel needs to learn where to channel his heart break, among other things. Part 4 of Home
The Taming of the Dudes by Englandwouldfall
They've been doing this long enough and successfully enough that Dean kind of feels they shouldn't be arguing over something as serious as the mortgage. Part 5 of As you like it
Two and a Half Sheets to the Wind by Englandwouldfall
The whole point of working on a cruise ship was to escape everything, so the last thing he needs is to run into a guy who makes him a little too honest on the first day of a month long stint around Europe.
With Interest by everandanon
In which sought-after bad boy Castiel Novak agrees to make awkward, nerdy sophomore Dean Winchester fall in love with him for a bet, and quickly finds himself in over his head — but by the time he realizes his mistake, it’s too little, too late . . .
Fast-forward 11 years, and as guilty as Cas still feels, he has bigger problems to deal with. Grieving his twin brother and struggling to provide the care his niece deserves, Cas finally sucks it up and moves back home in an effort to hold things together.
Of course, it's only a matter of time before he runs into Dean - Dean, who's all grown up and even more beautiful than Cas always suspected he'd be. Dean, who says he wants to be friends, and is clearly much better at a game Cas hasn't played since he broke Dean's heart.
Dean, who might not be the forgive-and-forget type, after all . . .
Quarantension by everandanon
In which Dean and Cas weather quarantine together like any Good Friends would — by developing outstanding skills in self-deception and providing all the casual affection and strictly platonic* orgasms the other could possibly need to make it through.**
*Really not platonic
**Spoiler: They need a lot.
Fortress by imogenbynight
Five years ago, a malignant mass removed from John Winchester's temporal lobe left behind a quietly ticking bomb that nobody noticed until it decimated everything. Five years ago, John dragged Dean away from everything he'd ever known, hellbent on rescuing him from an imagined threat that felt more real to him than the blood on his hands. Five years ago, Castiel let Dean's hand slip through his fingers as he rescued Sam from what he'd thought was a more immediate threat.
For five years, Castiel has wondered if there was some way he could have saved Dean, too.
Now, with a phone call that he'd all but given up hoping for, Castiel has a chance to try again.
It's Kind of a Funny Story by deathsteel
After an aborted suicide attempt lands Castiel Shurley in the hospital, he meets Dean Winchester, a charming damaged young man who is much more than first meets the eye. Not being able to deal with the stress of growing up may have gotten him here and being hopelessly in love with his best friend's girlfriend probably didn't help, but Castiel soon learns that sometimes it takes going a little crazy to find the path you were always meant to be on.
Loosely based on the movie/book by Ned Vizzini 'It's Kind of a Funny Story'.
Just A Schoolboy Crush by Zombiecat
Castiel has a cliche crush on the highschool football all-star, Michael Ashton. Even though he's fully aware he's doomed to longing looks and pining in silence, it wouldn't be so bad if his best friend, Charlie, hadn't told Dean. Dean Winchester never seemed to miss a chance to get under his skin but for some reason he starts acting odd when he hears about Castiel's big secret.
God, Make Small by komodobits
The last plane into McMurdo before the six-month winter brings a new face, an astronomer on transfer from one of the inland observatories. Truthfully, Dean doesn't know shit about neutrino particles; he's just the guy who gets paid to move the equipment from A to B and tries to keep it from getting broken and/or frozen solid. Castiel Novak's awkward, endearing smile is an additional bonus. However, the relentless blue night is brewing coldly for a storm, and it's starting to look like Dean and Castiel might be the only ones left out on the ice.\
Legacies by vanishingact
Castiel Milton's uneventful life as a Massachusetts lawyer gets a little strange in the fall of 1887 when he is assigned to handle the late Henry Winchester's estate and his client's distractingly handsome grandson arrives to take up residence in the old manor house. As an unlikely friendship (with a side of pining) develops, the house slowly coughs up its secrets and reveals a whole world of trouble that Dean never knew his grandfather kept hidden.
The Game of God by seperis
You can't win a war for humanity by sacrificing all of your own. Part 4 of Down to Agincourt
Sequins and Spirals by euphemology
Dean Winchester is a world-renowned figure skater who hails from the “good old U.S. of A.” He is well on his way to the 2014 Winter Olympics, but there’s one small problem: so is his arch-rival, Polish skater Castiel Novak. Competition is definitely not going to be easy, but it gets even harder when the two men get assigned to the same room in the Olympic Village.
Show Me How To Love by universalromance
A new family of kids at Lawrence High School brings a new perspective to Dean's life, especially when he becomes inexplicably drawn to the youngest of the siblings, a severely autistic boy who has never spoken or touched anybody in his entire life.
Rating will possibly go up later.
Possibly upsetting psychological subject matter.
The Process by Soupernabturel
“Dean, hands to yourself please.”
The man in question straightens up in his chair, turns his flirty smile from the man two seats from him and onto officer Novak. “Sorry, Cas.”
“Cas?” Hannah asks.
“We get some regulars. They come to know a few of the officers, the patrol officers, especially.” Novak explains, the look on his face, almost slightly bored, slips a little. “As you know, I’m usually the one monitoring the Strip.”
Police!Officer Cas is being filmed at work (A-la: Jail Las Vegas) for a reality TV show. Meanwhile Dean is a sex worker, not only familiar with the Strip’s booking process, but with a certain blue-eyed officer.
Start With a Name by cumberbellins, frickenapplepie (cumberbellins)
Waking up in a stranger's living room with a blue eyed man staring down at you isn't the most pleasant experience ever. Dean Winchester can tell you that. Another thing Dean Winchester can tell you is that whenever you have to break into your brother's apartment, you should make sure that you got the right window.
starving in your gravity by alullabytoleaveby
Dean has enough on his plate. Really.
There's his job as a paramedic for the local hospital and, while he loves it, loves getting to help people, the hours are long and the pay leaves much to be desired. There's his definitely-not-a-relationship with Castiel, the hot ER doctor, where's he's completely out of his depth emotionally. And then there's his brother, who's just dropped out of law school and has no idea what he's going to do now.
So what he definitely does not need is his alcoholic deadbeat dad stumbling back into his life.
Make Damn Sure by SurlyCat
Dean Winchester is not thrilled about taking an office job at one the most powerful media corporations in the country. His work has always been hands on, but when Charlie tells him about the job opening and its comfortable salary, the temptation is just too great to turn down. And really, it wouldn't be too bad if it weren't for the blue-eyed man that also works there.
Castiel Novak and Dean Winchester have crossed paths far too often over the last 12 years, with an unsavory outcome nearly every time. This time though, walking away is just not an option as they're forced to collaborate on a project and learn to navigate each other like civilized human beings. For Dean and Cas though, nothing ever goes quite according to plan.
...In Bed by SurlyCat
Dean Winchester and Castiel Milton met on a rainy summer day over a broken down car. Even though Castiel is nosy and seems to have no filter, Dean still finds himself drawn to the man. Over time they become friends, and over time, Dean falls for Cas, certain that Cas is uninterested. What Dean doesn't know is that his friend hasn't always been quite so tame, and Cas is careful to keep it that way. Who would've thought that a fortune cookie and a childish game would be responsible for bringing out the truth?
Tag, You're It! by Kitmistry
Five months after the case that almost claimed their lives, what started as blowing off some steam during a high-pressure situation and continued as a mutually-beneficial arrangement is getting out of Special Agent Castiel Novak’s control. Falling in love with his partner is doomed to end in disaster, especially when said partner is Special Agent Dean Winchester—cocky, infuriating, and the biggest playboy Castiel has ever met.
Still on medical leave, Dean is bored out of his mind, and worst of all - once Castiel gets sucked into the investigation of a new case - without enough distractions from his inner demons. When he stumbles upon a small, seemingly risk-free case, Dean jumps at the chance to get involved, but the lies he has to tell could be catastrophic for the already shaky foundations of his relationship with Castiel.
With a new threat trying to take over the underworld of DC, Castiel and Dean have to find a way to work past their problems or risk losing each other forever.
Part 2 of The H Files
The Supernatural Edification of Dean Winchester by OverlordoftheBees
Based on TV Series “Afterlife”. Professor Castiel Novak (MA Berkeley, PhD Harvard) is an academic who has staked his credibility upon his ability to decompress and deconstruct the mythology surrounding mediums, clairvoyants and all things "new age spiritualist". That is, until a routine trip with a graduate class brings him into contact with medium Dean Winchester: uniquely gifted, supremely abrasive and desperate for a way out. When Dean touches on the tragedy marring Castiel’s past, his neatly constructed worldview is decimated. There is only a veil between life and death, as both well know. And as Castiel finds himself increasingly drawn to Dean, the fragility of that barrier is strained to its limit.
These Are the Nights by vintagenoise
After a sudden tragedy, Castiel Milton and Dean Winchester reflect back on their youth in the beachside town of Sileas, Oregon, and all the lessons they learned on the path that led them to each other.In the Winter of 2008, Castiel visits his boyfriend, Dean, for Christmas. Despite all the big issues he and Dean have dealt with in the past, they've never had the chance to sort through the little things. Castiel is sure that their plans, from embarking on a road trip together, to spending time with the Winchesters, can only be good for their relationship. There's just one little problem that needs to finally be confronted: sex, and Castiel's difficulty with it.In the Summer of 2009, Dean and Sam visit their estranged father and his new family, who reluctantly allow Castiel to visit through Independence Day. All Dean wants is for his family and his boyfriend to get along, but between John's struggle to accept his son's sexuality, and his wife Kate's strange attitude towards Castiel, he's not sure he'll be able to make it work. Part 7 of Young Volcanoes
#destiel#fic rec#spn fic recs#i haven't watched the show since season 9#and didn't care about nor follow it until november 5 2020#but i still regularly read fics#At some point I’m hoping to do more comprehensive lists#but this was the easiest cause of ao3's subscription page#fair warning I don't trust myself to keep this list up to date#the irony isn't lost on me
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Name: June
Writing Blog URL(s): @yongiefilms
What fandom(s) do you write for?: NCT (so far...maybe in the future I will write for other groups I stan)
Languages: English, Spanish, with limited knowledge of French and Korean
Star Sign: Gemini
MBTI: INTJ
Favorite color: Icy Blue
Favorite food: Bread (any kind)
Favorite movie: Too many to count, but for live-action it is probably Little Women or any Spider-Man franchise film and as for animated it would be Big Hero 6
Favorite ice cream flavor: Taro or Thai Tea (cotton candy if we want to be simplistic)
Favorite animal: Tabby cats
Coffee or tea? What are you ordering?: Coffee, preferably iced coffee because it is the only kind I can drink with almond milk and light ice. Don’t forget to include a shot or two of some type of syrup or swirl. My orders change every time, I can’t stick with one drink, ever.
Dream job (whether you have a job or not): My goal is to be a professional lawyer, but I also want to be a published author some day and have my own business.
If you could have one superpower, what would you choose?
Telepathy
If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose?
1920s for sure (with the Renaissance art period as a close second)
If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you?
This is such a weighted question and I would be lying if I said I have never thought about it before. In all due honesty, there are many pros and cons to the scenario. There are definitely some things I wish to change from my past, but that is the beauty of life. I don’t call those changes I desire regrets because regrets get you nowhere, they hold you back and we must learn to live with those mistakes since they make us human. You only get one chance and to restart it would seem like you are cheating the system. To sum it all up, no, no I would not restart my life even if in the deepest core of my being I want to because I know myself. I know the fresh start would lead to more problems and mistakes than the ones I have committed, even though it seems interesting to consider how my life would play out if I could redo it from the start.
If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been?
Okay I am not calling myself a nerd, but that is what I am calling myself at the same time. I would be an imitation of “the nerd” possibly because I would not be the stereotypical one with glasses, vintage clothing, or braces (nothing wrong with that aesthetic trust me). I would be the character who is known for being smart around the school and others come to when they need help which would sort of add to their popularity in a way. I would be that teenage high school character, so place me in the middle ground of a popular kid and nerd, but recall that I would be one of the nicer ones.
Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know?
Hm...I am very musically inclined, something that runs in the family I suppose. I play a lot of instruments, but one I have been playing for years is the violin!
When did you post your first piece?
June 16th, 2020 (seems crazy honestly that is was a little over a month ago and it was a Mark timestamp no less...Mark carrying me through with my writing career on Tumblr)
Why did you decide to write for Tumblr?
If I am being honest, I don’t know the answer to this question myself. It was sort of a spontaneous decision. I was bored in quarantine and decided to just go through my endless amount of drafts I had lying around. Rereading those ideas just sparked me to write again along with the fact that I had redownloaded Tumblr and was reading fanfictions put out by other writers. I did write on Wattpad too for a while, but I slowly just moved away from that and Tumblr became my go-to. So I just thought why not and put out one of my writings on the platform to see how it would go. As you can see, I am still writing on here and growing in many ways because I wasn’t discouraged from the start. I was even surprised with the attention I got off the bat so I just went with it and continued to put out my work.
Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why?
I write fluff and angst mostly, sometimes a combo of the two if I feel like it. I write these genres depending on my mood or the surge of inspiration I get at random times throughout the day. I am also the most comfortable with fluff and angst above all since it is rather easy to portray them. Cute boyfriend Mark in glasses sings you a song because you are having trouble sleeping―easily fluff. You experience unrequited love with your best friend―again easily angst. As for the other genres like crack, I haven’t experimented writing it before and maybe I will, but that requires me to channel all my humor into one story as well as my inner crackhead per se, though I always tell everyone I am sane so I am not sure if it will work. On the other hand, I can’t even picture myself writing smut anytime soon, at all really, since it is just something I know I will not be good at and it sort of makes me uncomfortable too. Though props to all you smut writers out there because it is work and you all do it well.
Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc?
Okay, so this is interesting. As of right now I only write for X readers on my blog and that most likely won’t ever change since I am writing fanfiction that I want to pertain to anyone who is reading. I used to write for ships when I was younger and never again because I slowly moved away from that concept. I even have loads of drafts just for ship stories I planned out, watch me convert them to fit X readers since some of them have potential. I also used to write for OCs as well when I was younger and that is something I still wish to do. I have OC stories sitting around in my drafts too that can either be completed as is or again converted to fit X readers. We shall see where I want to go with that in the future, be on the lookout.
Who is your favorite person to write about?
I really and I mean really love writing for Donghyuck. He’s just a very versatile person in general that transfers to being a versatile character in my works, which means I can literally give him any concept and he can pull it off well. I always have fun when I include Donghyuck in a fic because there are many sides to him. Ex-boyfriend? Yes, I did that before and it was very fun. Best Friend? Yes, I did that before too and he was the cutest best friend to have with his teasing to caring affairs. I like writing about him, and the fact that he isn’t my bias (well I say he isn’t) the way other members are is surprising.
What inspires you to write?
So many things inspire me from movies to tv shows to songs topictures to other books, which serve as my greatest motivators. I can find inspiration anywhere and at any time so I do have a knack for it. I get inspiration at the weirdest moments in time and I don’t even know where the thoughts come from, yet they give me the best possible content I can make. So simply put, the world as we know it inspires me to write. I inspire myself and you can inspire me too.
What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most?
I haven’t really experimented with many genres yet, but I do wish to broaden my horizons in months to come. A classic would just be best friend to lovers because it is a cute concept that I am positive everyone dreams of having if they could. Though lately I really love writing angst for some reason. It is just way more fun and flows easier for me to write in comparison to fluff so if all my works from here on out are angst well...blame my mind I suppose. I can’t control where my writing takes me and I wish I could, but oftentimes those works are my favorite. I really can’t wait to try out new genres/AUs and I know it will be an experience.
What do you hope your readers take away from your work?
I never really thought about this before since I just put out work and hope for positive feedback. Although, I do wish that my readers can learn that life isn’t so full of happy endings. Sometimes life leaves you behind and people do too, but that is natural. We have to learn to cope with everything whether it is good or bad, but I hope above all that my readers know life can also be happy. There aren't just the horrible parts, there’s the beautiful ones too. I simply just desire that my readers enjoy what they are reading and love it as well as learning something new even if it is a fictitious work with their favorite idols because even then, something can be taught of a reality that isn’t too far off.
What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively?
This may be shocking to admit and to me, it is surely now that I think about it, but maybe for those reading my interview, it is definitely more shocking. I don’t hit rough spots or I don’t think I ever had before. Everyone’s worst enemy called writer’s block is an enemy I have never confronted. I never had writer’s block or maybe it was writer’s block, but it lasted a few minutes or an hour or two. I just don’t get rough spots per se with my creativity. My mind is always working and creating...a blessing as well as a curse.
What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful?
Once I put out my most recent Mark fic called Evancesce I knew it would be my favorite, even topping my lovable Renjun fic of Buy One Get One Free. There was just something about that fic that touched me very deeply, it wasn’t personal to me per se, but those feelings I portrayed Mark to have felt like my own. It felt like I was living his life and went through his heartbreak. I had to channel an inner Mark to get through that fic and write it the way I wanted it to. It was also very different from anything I've ever done. It was sad and full of emotion, but it was also sweet and gave you butterflies in your stomach. There was something so very raw about portraying your feelings on paper, on a letter no less and that concept just was something I liked more than anything. You would think I would have cried writing his fic since it was so very bittersweet, but I didn’t shed one tear, even if I knew what he was growing through as well as the reader was so heartbreaking. That made it more beautiful in a way since people react to things differently and I wanted to see how everyone else would feel or think when they finished the story. I made my readers cry and cause heartache for them most likely. As for my most successful, it is in fact Renjun’s fic that I mentioned earlier. Boyfriend Renjun just hits differently and the whole scenario is very cute as well as amusing so I could see why my readers loved it so much! Also include the fact that our favorite bickering duo was included.
Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose?
There is a difference I must admit, but at the same time, there is a very thin line. Take away the X reader in the fanfiction and insert an OC. Take away the fandom member you put in and insert another OC name. Changes like that create an original prose when there was none. Maybe that is just how I think and many others can surely argue, but I just believe there is a thin line and any works of mine can easily become a completely original prose if I wish them to be.
What do you think makes a good story?
Characterization. Imagery. Dialogue. Every element makes the story, but it's up to you to decide whether it's truly so-called good.
What is your writing process like?
I don’t even think I have a set writing process that I follow every time. My process changes every so often. Sometimes I may draft a story by planning out the plot line as well as the elements of the characters, but that rarely happens. Other times I may jot down ideas of what I want to incorporate into the story, which are just small notes that can hold great or little significance. Then most of the time I just open a blank document and write what comes to mind without any planning whatsoever. Everyone is different and this is the writing process that works for me.
Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story?
Yes, 127% (I had to throw that in here). I’ve always loved writing and inventing original work so I can surely see myself repurposing a fic with my own characters and a more developed storyline. I hope to do that in the future when I am more experienced and have a better sense of what I want to do with my writing or life in general.
What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand?
I am a sucker for street racer or just racer tropes in general because it is a thrilling idea even if the activity is illegal, in which we don’t condone in real life, but in a fictional world...yes. Enemies to lovers is also enjoyable because you have someone who knows you at your worst and slowly they start to fall for those characteristics that seem intolerable while also learning the best sides of you. Secret dating or fake relationship tropes are cliche, but work out so well as we know, sometimes at least. Just throwing in the fact that I too am a sucker for frat boy and bad boy troupes because even if they are overused to an extent, you can’t give up a classic cliche like that. I don’t really have tropes that I can’t stand besides probably like those ABO/ impregnated tropes (if you get what I mean), not that I’ve seen many but they don’t vibe with me like other tropes can.
How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you?
It means enough in the sense that I would be more driven to put out content if I see more people engaging with what I put out prior. While in terms of feedback, I appreciate any kind (see constructive criticism or compliments) because I want to see what others got through my story, how they saw every bit and piece. I want to see the story through their eyes rather than my own because a writer sees through a separate lens.
Do you think art can be a medium for change?
Yes! Art tells so many stories and every person has their own to tell. Oftentimes people can’t express themselves and turn towards other alternatives to serve that purpose. Art is one of those things that has no boundary because it is limitless. Your limit is how far your mind is willing to go and we have so much imagination within us that is just waiting to come out in order to be shared. So yes, your own artistry has power to make a difference if you let it.
Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself?
No, never. I am growing on Tumblr and sometimes that can feel like an unwanted pressure since your work gets more exposed, but I don’t feel that weight on my shoulders. I have always written for myself and I hope that never changes.
Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr?
No and they never will because I know they are aware of my love for writing, it’s just I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I am writing about something they can’t picture, if that makes sense.
What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers?
I love you to infinity and beyond, my precious loves. Thank you for supporting me through everything I do and I hope I can continue to make you proud as well as content with my work. Also, don’t be afraid to engage or offer feedback because I treasure those things more than you’ll know. I want to know what you think of my works and what goes through your head. I am the writer, not the reader so it is a different perspective. Don’t be afraid to reach out to me either since I am here for each and every one of you. We can definitely be friends. I don’t bite and I try to be as welcoming as possible. Stay lovely and amazing! (None of what I said was one thing, but sometimes you can’t be confined to a limit).
Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there?
Go for it! Do it! Even if you feel like no one is on your side or that you won’t get the attention you deserve off the bat, the time will come. There is always someone cheering for you on the sidelines even if you think there isn't. In fact I am one of those people and I can’t wait to see what you put out. I am sure it's fantastic. Keep your head up high, love, you have the whole world at your fingertips and don’t let anything suppress your creativity or potential to be great since you truly are already.
Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey?
I have so many because you all have been nothing but nice to me. My number one supporters honestly and for that I am thankful. Here are a few among all my loves: To my first ever mutual and friend, Leyna (@jensungf ) for being the one who told me she had a fat crush on me amongst the discord server one day and got me to open up in more ways than one. To my partner in crime and fellow Renjun enthusiast, Nini (dvrlingrenjun ) for being on the same wavelength as me and having energy even in the late hours of the night to endure with me through anything. To my lovely and kind sister Milly, (@bumblebeenct ) for alway lending a hand with anything I may need and jumping at the opportunity to simply be there for me. To my cute sweetheart and other half, Jenna (@dreamiehrs ) for making me laugh with her keyboard smashes and allowing my ideas as well as her own to thrive because of big brain energy. To the love of life and the Mark to my Hyuck, Ash (@in-my-neofeelings ) for always putting a smile on my face, making me feel appreciated, and being an unwavering rock I can lean on. To each and every one of you along with the rest of my precious mutuals: I love you more than words can say and thank you for everything you do. I appreciate all of you, truly.
Pick a quote to end your interview with:
“To truly have success you have to experience failure along the way. You have to experience the good and the bad to have a great end product.” - June (aka me)
BONUS: K-POP CONFIDENTIAL
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February 10: 2x06 The Doomsday Machine
Took a nap after work and really discombobulated myself. Then got a bit of a second wind watching Star Trek.
I believe I have seen this episode before but I had no memory of it going in and no memory of seeing it before even now that I’ve finished, so, who knows?
Where’s Uhura? Hopefully on shore leave somewhere having fun!
I feel like this other Communications officer walked over to the Captain’s chair hoping Kirk would acknowledge her lol. Then when he doesn’t, she doesn’t really know what to do with herself.
Some of the shots in this opening are really weird: the angle of Kirk and Spock at Spock’s station; the camera suddenly randomly dropping right before Kirk starts walking down the step.
DECKER?? Rev. Spice Boy’s father perhaps?
Hmm so the Constellation is another Constitution class like the Enterprise and the Intrepid. I always get a kick out of seeing other space ships of that same shape for some reason.
Mr. Spock in command.
Poor ship! In an aesthetically pleasing disarray, completely abandoned.
Kirk is a very good detective. “They didn’t leave any random mess, so they must have left on purpose.”
Spock in the chair!
Found Decker!
I know he has to be a Commodore to outrank Kirk later but... why is a Commodore in space? Or in other words, why isn’t the Constellation captained by a Captain?
Does Jim know everyone in Starfleet? He’s just that guy, isn’t he? He has a lot of acquaintances and he’s very friendly and easily charming so he just kind of collects people (especially Starfleet people since it is his WHOLE adult life) but he doesn’t have that many close friends or lasting romantic relationships; he’s hard to get really, properly close to.
Well that’s the mystery of the crew solved :( That’s like tragically sad.
I like when Kirk is smart and understands star ships.
Decker is not being very helpful here in actually explaining what the Threat is! Still, that’s a very classic horror trope: an evil so terrible that it is beyond description. (Alternately, he could have just said “giant windsock dipped in cement,” which is what it was.)
Robot weapon!! Giant ancient alien robot weapon just floating around space, following its orders mindlessly because it is just a machine, a tool set loose by people no longer around to control or restrain it... I love that. That’s so cool and scary and weird all at once.
A space legend!! The Doomsday machine... The most terrible of all weapons, never meant to be used... it destroyed its makers and continues to destroy still...
Really into the visual of towing a ship through space.
We must deactivate the robot!
Now Kirk will repair the ship.
The Commodore is recovering, I see... at least nominally.
“Logically our primary duty is to save Captain Kirk.”
Spock is getting outranked!! Awkward lol. Not a good idea to try to outmaneuver Spock in any way, rank or no. He is Savage and he WILL bring up your dead crew. He is Pissed. The subtlety.
McCoy is soo the audience in this scene. “So are you.. Sir.” That patented rocking motion. Trying to get over, under, around, or through the regulations to do what’s right.
Is the Commodore chewing on one of the floppy disks? That seems pretty weird to me. You can’t EAT them.
Mmm, Kirk working on the ship; sexy. Yet again he must fly the whole constitution class ship BY HIMSELF.
The thing is that Spice Boy Sr. IS unfit for command; anyone who saw him 10 minutes earlier on the Constellation would know that.
I love that not!Uhura doesn’t even try to tell the Commodore the status report; she talks to Spock because she knows who the real boss is here.
Spock, always on the lookout for how to use regulations to get himself back in the chair. Also foreshadowing the suicide.
Now Kirk will distract the evil robot to save Spock!!
Got that ship doing with only Scotty’s help, working all the controls, flying the whole damn thing himself like the bamf he is. Gotta zig zag around to tempt and confuse the robot.
“Scotty you’ve earned your pay for the week.” They get paid lol? In what?
Now the robot machine is eating.
Love Spock’s little, subtle eyebrow raise when he hears Kirk’s name.
This scene is gold lol. Kirk’s not going to let Decker speak for Spock. “Where’s Spock? Give me Mr. Spock. What happened to Spock?” Like good news is that it wasn’t Spock being reckless with the ship but bad news is where is he??
Another regulations show down. “You can file a formal complaint but for now.. out of the chair. Or I shall snap my fingers and have security escort you out.”
Vulcans bluff all the time lmao.
Ah ha, now to get him officially declared unfit.
And now for the required hand to hand combat scene. This ep really does have everything.
The shuttlecraft is escaping!
I love that when Sulu announces that the shuttlecraft doors are opening, Spock’s just like “Well...close them. Duh.”
RIP Decker... The inevitable end of that character.
Spock wants Kirk back on the Enterprise immediately.
I know Kirk is slightly annoyed when Spock corrects his math but like...you know he also finds it sexy.
“Jim, you’ll be killed.” / “Don’t worry bb I don’t intend to die.” Is that not the dialogue?
Now Scotty has to solve literally everything himself.
The tension!!
“Gentlemen, beam me aboard.” That tone, though. That’s such a Kirk tone, like he’s got to be the Cool Boss even and especially in moments of high stakes. That subtle humor Shatner brought to him.
I knew they’re going to save him and I also knew they’d do it at the laaaast possible moment but I was still really scared.
Spock is so in love. The way he looks at Kirk at his return and welcomes him aboard... Such relief.
And then some classic end of episode dialogue: Spock thoughtfully points out the larger implications of their adventure--that they might have only destroyed one of many planet killers still out there--while Kirk, all relaxed and happy now that the current problem has been solved, and still riding the high of his recent adventure, just makes a funny, minimizing remark. “I found one quite sufficient.” Little flirty smile for no reason.
And so the space legend lives on...
I loved this episode. It really had everything: great sci fi concept; K/S content; Starfleet regulations; a fist fight; aliens; a connection to the current events of its time (with the comparison to the H bomb, asking people to think about the long range/unintended consequences of our extreme weaponry); Kirk being heroic and good at his job; a tense finale.
I feel like this episode seems on its face to show the Kirk and Spock dichotomy that STID and the other AOS movies were trying to depict but like... AOS didn't get it. Like yes Spock quotes all the regulations and ultimately listens to Decker's regulation citing, and Kirk's like "yeah whatever screw those regulations,” but Spock is obviously making strategic decisions and he's always on the lookout for how to use the regs to his advantage--it's not just obeying for the sake of obeying. And Kirk isn't just cavalierly not caring about the rules--he's in an emergency situation and he reads it for what it is, a test of will, where regulations are being weaponized. And he weaponizes them, too: he knows Spock is his direct subordinate and not only will obey him but NEEDS to, per those same regulations.
All 3 of them, including McCoy, know both the regulations and their own morality; they're not that different, but they have different levels of power and different abilities with regard to how they use regulations and how they can interact with other people of other ranks. They ALL want to do what’s right and they will ALL either use or discard regulations as they see fit, to the best of their ability.
AOS just flattened it, in STID in particular: Spock likes rules and doesn't care about anything else and Kirk hates rules and never listens to them.
Of course Kirk in TOS is a decade older and has a lot more experience. Episodes like this make me think about how that experience is one of the huge differences between TOS and AOS Kirk (STXI and STID in particular). You can't fake 15 years of Starfleet experience. you just can't. Could AOS Kirk get down on the ground and fix the Constellation himself and fly it by himself? Probably not.
I get why the AOS verse ran itself into that corner, and in fact it doesn’t matter in STXI, where the narrative is a contained, emergency situation, and Kirk’s command is a field promotion for a discrete and limited purpose, but I do think the movies struggled with that conundrum later. No one has the time to grow and mature in a normal way. How do you build them up over time when you skipped over that development period they logically should have had, both as professionals and as people?
I appreciate STID in theory for trying to address that issue, I just think it did it badly. Like its Kirk narrative was supposed to be about "earning the chair" but it didn't keep Kirk IC while doing that, nor did it address the real problem: he's not just A Rebel, but he is verrrry inexperienced. (I know you could make arguments about his AOS background changing his personality blah blah blah I’ve seen STID recently and in my opinion it just doesn’t feel right.)
Then STB tried to skip over the issue by just pushing the narrative forward to mid-5YM. Well they’re magically experienced now! And that was even worse. So, what can you do?
Anyway that was a big AOS tangent lol.
Next ep is Catspaw. A little late for Halloween but always great nonetheless!
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Halloween with VHLV!
(happy Halloween loves! here's a lil halloween themed VHLV headcanon for the sp00ky occasion ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ the costumes for the four ladies are based on what i feel complement their personalities and likes; for Vanessa, the authors didn't specify the anime that she likes so I just thought of one that might fit her)
Vivienne:
- would dress up as a sexy Catwoman since the character is literally her; a woman who steals for a living and has attributes of a femme fatale
- you would be Batwoman, trapped in a love-hate relationship with Catwoman since you're her arch enemy, yet enduring love interest
- might just hide a few rubber snakes and spiders in cabinets for unexpecting guests, or watch as a victims bite into her specially prepared caramel-dipped onions
- after a few hours of treat or tricking, you would find your pumpkin bucket to be almost empty, with Vivienne's sweets stash to be somehow overflowing
- "All these halloween candies are great, but...they can't compare to the real sweet treat," she trails a nail along your neck, cat-like eyes boring into yours. "You, my darling."
Helena:
- you gueSSed it, she would be inclined to dress up as Elsa from Frozen (after a Disney movie marathon), and would really pull off the look; her magic is a plus factor
- you would be her enchanting princess; or Olaf the snowman if cuteness is what you desire
- is pleasantly surprised when she opens the door to children dressed up as little vampires or superheroes, asking for Halloween candy; she gives a generous amount of sweets to every excited child
- "Hmm...shall we dress up as fries and burger for the next Halloween?" Helena suggests, a mix of playfulness and seriousness in her tone as she observes a child dressed in a hotdog suit
- happy to protect you from scare actors when the two of you visit haunted houses at a carnival; is fearless of the scarers and will instead, scrutinise their realistic makeup and costumes
Liora:
- would dress up as Nefertari (an Egyptian Queen), adorned with stunning, gold jewelleries and brillant gems
- you would be dressed as Nefertari's servant (with a secret of being her forbidden lover), abiding to her every command
- really puts in the effort to decorate the cafe as spooky as possible; fake cobwebs, bloody, white candles and tattered tablecloths are proudly displayed for everyone to gawk at
- "I hope that we didn't get carried away with the decorations," Liora speaks with amusement while she admires her work. "We wouldn't want to scare our customers away."
- hosts a scary movie night for the whole staff; chuckles when you hide your face in the crook of her neck during jumpscares, so she hooks a protective arm around you, pulling you close to her
Vanessa:
- her normal huntress outfit is already appropriate for the occasion, but she would most probably dress up as an anime character
- she would be Mikasa and you would be Sasha from Attack on Titan; the both of you would wear sleek jackets and carry cool cosplay swords
- great at making creepy, tasty dishes like eyeball cake pops, cobweb brownies and ghost pizza bagels
- "You know what they say, we're never too old for trick or treating," Vanessa speaks, a bright smile on her face. "C'mon, let's go get some candy!"
- considering that everyone's wearing costumes, Vanessa is extra protective of you; she keeps a lookout for any evil supernaturals that try to harm you
#vhlv#vivienne tang#helena klein#liora skyheart#vanessa helsing#queen of thieves#love & legends#sweet enchantments#havenfall is for lovers#lovestruck#lovestruck imagines#lovestruck headcanons
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“me freshman year of high school? yeah thats a protag” PLEASE elaborate
You got it. I shall now dramatically overshare how cliche my first high school was. God I went to a different place writing this. Watch me wake up tomorrow and delete it in panic, but just for tonight, let us relish in the drama
So, at 15 I was weirder, more shy and unaware of my own worth, had a resting bitchface and a 500 page book in hands at any given moment, had like 2 friends, kept a detailed diary, wanted to become an architect, had a not-like-other-girls mentality, and looked EXACTLY my age. Here, you enter high school based on your academic success and career path, and none of my friends made it into my Wow We’re So Smart school, which means that year I had the opportunity for a completely fresh start. I did it by spending the year growing into my very feminine nature, learning how to break my Cold Honors Student exterior and actually make friends. What a great premise for a high school drama heroine.
Drama plot no 1 was the BOY PLOT YAYYY but not really. Looking back, there was 5 recurring boys interested in me, and it ranged from childhood friends whose advances I was completely oblivious to, to jock classmates who hit on me head on for the first time in my life. But, being your everyday YA heroine, I didn’t really get it, because WHY would ANYONE be interested in borin ol me??? I must be SEEING THINGS~~ Enter resident Mean Girl- she sat behind me in class, our surnames were next to each other so we’d always get paired for assistant duty, and had her gang of annoying rich fashion girls who thought they were better than everyone else even though no one else did. She dated both of the jocks during the year, and the second one became her serious boyfriend for the rest of the year. Now, I have no idea what exactly went down, but apparently she couldn’t get over her boyfriend(s) paying attention to me, so she started doing the typical Mean Girl spiel. She gossiped, mocked, threw eraser particles at me, cut my hair when I wasn’t paying attention. I didn’t take it silently, but I didn’t exactly fight her, either, because, um….. Her precious boyfriend was abusive. We all knew it. We all pitied her. What was I supposed to do but ignore those petty provocations.
Drama plot no 2 was when one of my middle school friend started acting like a movie cliche, too, and was personally offended I chose not to do it myself. Without going into detail, at the beginning of the year I was convinced I had to stay with her or she would do something horrible to herself, but she was a horribly unhealthy influence on me, and my heart was broken when we parted ways. (She’s great now btw!! She found help and is happy and content)
Drama plot no 3 was that, the longer the year went on, the more I realized I hated being there. Among the students, I was known as the smartest kid of the year, but suddenly I was facing- *shudders*- S E X I S M. My teachers were ignoring me, the rest of the Smart Squad TM (fully composed of boys) did too. Once we got a special assignment for math, and I uncharacteristically teamed up with the boys to solve it. I was the one to crack it, only to discover they took my work and presented it as their own, and I had no proof to go against a gaggle of teachers’ pets.
Drama plot no 4 was just a lot of parties and going clubbing for the first time, ya know, the music montage parts of movies except it alternated between me having fun and crying in the bathroom bc I kept getting overwhelmed. I never got further than tipsy, though, so I don’t have a corresponding story for that part of YA experience, sorry :///
There were a lot of small things too, like the time a friend shared a hotel room with the jock bf during a school trip and he kicked him out to spend a wonderful night with the Mean Girl, so he joined our sleepover and there were like 6 of us in one small bed and we were all cramped but happy. That same night we had a forbidden party in our room, and had lookouts for security and secret signals and had to hide from lights being shined through our window.
First day of school, I realized I already knew Mean Girl’s best friend, but not because I’d met her before or even seen her picture, but because one of my middle school friends knew her and her descriptions throughout the years were incredibly vivid (she hated her guts and went on rants about her ugly nose mole - which was not that large - and her inability to stop talking about her sister - during her “tell something about yourself” she showed us a note her sister, who’d graduated from our school, left in her pencil case - and how annoying her trumpet voice was - self explanatory). There was that time a friend’s friend asked me for nudes and, after a small heart attack, I spammed him with pictures of gorillas in heat.
Then, the obligatory sex ed episode, when the Mean Girl and her squad, being the only sexually active girls, bragged high and low abt some stuff I knew wasn’t biologically correct but had no interest to argue. I also found friends who liked anime, and we went to local cons together and had a blast. On my sixteenth birthday, I returned from the lunch break only to find the entire class (or most of them, I guess) standing around a desk and singing Happy Birthday, as a cupcake with a candle waited for me, and ngl I cried a lil bit. For New Years’ I had to attend three parties throughout the night bc I didn’t expect to have any plans, so I accepted three different offers without thinking (funny story, I didn’t get the photos from one of them until a month ago. Talk about a blast from the past). The first day after spring break, when a friend intercepted me as I was entering the classroom and requested me to close my eyes. I refused, very suspicious and caught by surprise, but he kept perstering me until I reluctantly did it, only to find an Eiffel Tower keychain in my hand- a gift from his vacation.
And the triumphant ending of my YA story, the conclusion of the character arc, came in October of the following year, when I realized I was so successful in reinventing myself my life flipped upside down and I decided I was more suited to a life of pursuing art and small pleasures than having to spend my life proving myself to people who didn’t make me happy. It was a tearful goodbye, no one really understood why I did it, but I transferred to music school, and from then on, my life became HSM and was like ten times less dramatic and wayyyy happier. The end
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