#“Yeah! Wilson has a date. So of course you have to go and do something about it”

[thankstothe]

"These bitches... "

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Not Allowed

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: bad date angst, jealous bucky

Summary: You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?

Squares Filled: kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. You’re alive and that’s the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. You’re the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.

You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, you’re the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. “How was your weekend?”

“Too short,” you chuckle. “Did Sarah get into that college?”

“Yeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for her!” you grin.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her to give you a call.”

Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one you’ve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.

“There she is,” Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.

“Officer Barnes, it’s good to see you.”

“Doll, you know you can call me Bucky.”

He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you won’t call him out on it.

“I know. How was your weekend?”

“Better if you were there with me,” he flirts.

“Oh, Bucky,” you chuckle nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do. I was wishing, ‘Man, don’t I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink alone’.”

“You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he smirks. “You look cute today. That dress compliments you.”

“A compliment. I might swoon,” you joke even though your cheeks are hot.

“As long as it’s in my arms, I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

“You might get fired.”

“It’s worth it,” he winks. “Here’s your coffee.”

He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. That’s the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. It’s comfortable. Why leave something when you’re comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think he’s going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesn’t do it soon, he’d lose you.

Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Bucky’s name first.

After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that you’re supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.

“Here are the papers you asked for,” you smile.

“Thanks, doll,” he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.

You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.

“Now that is bullshit,” you hear from behind you.

You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.

“What are you doing? You scared me!”

“I sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and he’s the one you pick first?”

“I--”

You don’t have any words for that.

“When are you two gonna fuck?”

“Sam Wilson!” you gasp.

“What? It’s a valid question. I should ask him that.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,” he chuckles and walks away.

It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once you’re in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

“Can I help you?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m here for my brother. He’s in lock up.”

“Okay, what’s his name and date of birth?”

“James Farley. 04/05/1986.”

“Your name?”

“Brandon Farley.”

“Okay, I see your brother here. It looks like--”

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, thank you,” you blush.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, but--”

“Great. Can I take you out?”

“You can see how this is inappropriate, right?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he grins. “So, can I take you out?”

There’s a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that won’t cause conflict.

“Yes.”

“Here’s my number.”

He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it won’t come off with one scrub.

“I have sticky notes!”

“This is better. Now you won’t lose it.”

“Go take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.”

“Thanks,” he winks and walks to the waiting room.

You’re about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.

“Did I hear that right?”

“What?”

“You have a date?”

“Yeah, he asked me out,” you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. “Why do you look angry?”

“Nothing. No reason.”

Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isn’t at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and he’s not there to walk you to your car when you get off. He’s supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.

This time, he didn’t.

The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and you’re feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why he’s acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.

“Hey, what’s going on with Bucky?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, what did I do?”

“You accepted a date from someone else.”

You knew it. Why is he bigging out?

“So?”

“Have you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.”

“No, he’s just being friendly.”

“You won’t get it until you do,” Sam shakes his head and walks off.

The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he winks at you.

“Okay,” you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. “You know what I do for work. What do you do for work?”

You shouldn’t have asked him that.

“I work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? That’s mine. It’s funny. I got all my parents’ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.” You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. “Can you imagine that? This small company that wasn’t going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. I’m like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and I’ve been thriving ever since.”

Once he got to talking about his job, he hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s very arrogant and rude but that doesn’t seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.

“Whoa, doll, calm down. I don’t need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.”

No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldn’t have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and he’s driving you home, he won’t shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.

About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.

This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God… Instead of walking to the driver’s side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

“No.”

Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.

“I’ll repeat myself. Step out of the car.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll,” he says so only you can hear it.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Brandon asks.

“Yes. You have a busted taillight.”

“Fuck! You’ve got to be joking, sir.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Shit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.”

“Not today, buddy. That’s a ticket.”

Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight you’re not sure is even broken.

“Fuck!” Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. “Look, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?”

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home,” Bucky offers.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandon’s car and notice they’re both working properly.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you yell when he gets in the driver’s seat. “His taillights are broken! You can’t just do that. That’s illegal!”

“He’ll fight against it, and I’ll drop the charges,” he shrugs.

“You’re un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,” you lie.

“No, you weren't,” he laughs.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s written all over your face. Your eyes don’t have the usual light.” Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. “I don’t know why you would accept the date in the first place.”

“Because at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.”

That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. You’re shocked but you won’t pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.

“You’re not allowed to see other men.”

“Why not?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Because you’re mine now and I’m not gonna let you go.” This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll.”

Yes, you will.

x

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[star-girl-05]

Green or Red

James Wilson x Reader

~★~❤︎~✦~

“I’ve been Wilson's best friend for years, I’ve outlasted countless of Wilson's wives and girlfriends. Do you really think someone that's not even sleeping with him has more of a say then me” House wasn’t wrong he has known Wilson longer than you but Wilson was a known simp so you still had a chance.

“Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is then” 

“What do you have in mind?” 

“Hmmm.. Oh I know we’ll see who can get Wilson to wear a certain coloured tie.” 

“Really that’s what you want” You just nod your head, feeling more confident by the second. “Fine, twenty bucks I can get Wilson to wear a red tie”

“Make it thirty and you have deal” House laughed agreeing to your terms

“What colour are you going for?” He asked as you started to head for the door. 

“Green”

~~

“James just the guy I was looking for” You intercepted him on his way to the clinic.

“Really what can I help you with ?” 

“Well I just wanted to say you look quite dapper today, you look lovely in this blue tie but I think green would look even better” you weren't being subtle at all but you desperately wanted to win this bet. 

A blush coated his cheeks in an adorable boy scout way, “Thanks” he fiddles with the end of his tie, “You look lovely today as well.” You smile at the compliment, Wilson is always the sweetest. 

“I’ll see you later then” you give him a small wave before walking away. 

~~~ House ~~~ 

“New tie?” House calls out as he pushes his way into the lunch line, forcing Wilson to pay for his meal. 

“You're the second one to mention it,” Wilson mumbles as he walks over to a table. 

“Not surprised since it's such an eye-sore” House was taking a completely different route than you. Instead of complimenting Wilson he was going to shit on his tie and then suggest a red tie. 

“What are you talking about? Y/n just complimented me on it” Wilson is not sure if House is messing with him or if he’s being truthful. He’s more inclined to believe that House is full of shit due to the fact you had no reason to lie to him, but neither does House. 

“I’m sure she did” he took an obnoxious large bite of his food, punctuating his sentence. House should have known you would get to Wilson first but not to worry he can convince him otherwise.

“Care to elaborate or are you going to continue to beat around the bush?” 

“Y/n lied about your tie being nice because she wants you to look bad at work, because she has a huge crush on you and wants you to look bad so no one else flirts with you. I mean come on your like catnip for the nurses,” Houses says in between bites of food.  

Wilson had no idea what to say, did you really have a crush on him, and did this tie look good or bad on him. “I can’t follow you today, and I have no idea why everyone is so obsessed with my tie”

“I’m not obsessed, just thought as your friend you’d like to know you’d look better in a red tie.” He shrugged his shoulders grabbing some fries off Wilsons tray before walking away. 

~~

Wilson Knew something was going on between House and You there's just no way both of you coincidently mentioned his tie. Honestly he’s not sure he wants to know. Though when he bumps into you he can’t help but try to pry some hints out of you. 

“Hey y/n I was talking to house and he told me something interesting” 

“Really what did he say?” 

“He was talking about my tie” 

“Oh, well I wouldn’t take fashion advice from him, have you seen the way he dresses?” You add a little chuckle. 

“He was just saying the same thing about you”, of course he was. 

So this weird thing you have going on with House is about his tie. 

“That’s a fun coincidence, anywho I better get going but I’ll see you tonight” 

“Tonight?” He has absolutely no idea what you're talking about. 

“Yeah I’m going to let you take me out on a date”, This may be playing dirty but you were not going to let house win. The stakes are not high but if he wins he’ll constantly hold it over your head. Not that you were only going on a date with Wilson because of this bet. You did really like him but you were planning on making him work a little for it, but you're glad to go on a date with him a little earlier than you originally planned. 

~~~~

“Wilson was just telling me about your little date tonight” you knew when House heard about your date with Wilson he would come to tease you about it. “Honestly I’m surprised that you're willing to sleep with him for a messily thirty bucks.”

“I’m not going to sleep with him for a bet” 

“I’m not judging, I'm just impressed” 

“That’s worse” you call after him, he’s already walking away “I don’t want your approval” but he’s already gone. 

~~Later that night~~

After your date with Wilson you did end up going back to his house, and the two of you did end up sleeping together. What can you say? He's very charming. 

When you were getting dressed that morning you couldn’t help but smile when he pulled out a green tie. You’ll buy him lunch with your new thirty bucks.

[munsster]

Hiiiiiiii loved your Eddie munson x wealthy!reader fix, I was wondering if you could do a billy Hargrove one? Thank you bby💗

billy with a wealthy s/o

A/N: its 100% giving reluctant allies to lovers gif cred: @selinasdalton

Warnings: partying, drinking/smoking, insults (mostly playful), pet names (sweetheart), implied sex

the FIRST thing i thought of was reader rolling with the popular crowd

ie harrington, tommy, carol etc

and seeing billy for the first time at a party

honestly, he probably offers you a drink or better yet a smoke

and you’re disgusted (horny)

and he thinks he’s totally gonna score (you accepted his drink offer)

neither of you really remember how or when it started

you can never agree on an anniversary date

but you both know he fell first

mainly because he was absolutely floored by just how many insults you had ready in your back pocket

“the ball goes in the basket, airhead” “you look like rob lowe if he was a woman and a munch” “my dog could sink more free throws than you and he’s 20 years old”

honestly, he was a little flattered by your creativity

which is why he knew he had to get in your pants somehow

and the first time you invited him over to your house, you wouldn’t hear the end of it

“hey, richie rich, where’s your robot maid?”

“oh, it’s her day off”

“…”

“i’m kidding,” you tease, “she’s not a robot”

he does not know how to handle the amount of shit you spoil him with

“billy… i really like your necklace”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“i can buy you a new—”

“i dont need a new one, sweetheart”

and you don’t know how to handle the fact that he doesn’t want to be spoiled

but you eventually figure out how to be sneaky with it

making him lunches (con caviar), ‘accidentally’ misplacing his shoes so you have to buy him new ones, taking him to fancy barbershops and paying half the cost so it still seems like he’s paying the full price

some may say it’s manipulative. you say it’s loving.

and the first time he buys you a meaningful, mildly expensive gift, you tear up a little bit

you bringing him to the golf course and finding out 1) he’s really good at golf and 2) he is excellent cougar bait

not that you want the over 60’s hitting on your man, but it’s very sweet when they send him drinks and call him a handsome young man

you definitely encourage him to play into it with some “how are you young ladies this evening?” and “don’t you have to be 21 to sit at the bar?” action

he has his fun with it, but he really only does it ‘cause it makes you smile

would never BEG for anything…. but he DOES get really sad when you don’t bring him to the mall to watch you try on shoes or sweaters or whatever.

yeah, if there’s something he’d beg for, it’s that

he lives for the moment you walk out of the dressing room, do a twirl, and ask (like clockwork) “do you like it?”

his answer is always yes, but you claim to know the differences in his tone that indicate what he actually likes

sometimes, if he’s lucky, you’ll let him sit inside the dressing room. watching you change. watching you change.

he is the reason you’re both banned from sears at starcourt

the first really expensive watch you gift him is INSANE

it has like four dials and you said something about alligator leather and 18 carat gold

he can’t decide between wearing it on special occasions to preserve its value or never taking it off because he loves you

when you do stay at his house, usually no ones home

but you have met max

and she likes to stay away from you

but you took her to get a new skateboard and you think that might’ve helped her warm up to you

just a smidge

now she lets you gossip about stupid boys and watch shitty action movies with her

she even promised she would go as croft’s robin for halloween if you swore you’d go as wilson’s batman

that was an interesting halloween for billy

your mansion house has this shiny ass gramophone in one of the downstairs offices

and you told billy that the last thing that had played on it was a glenn miller ‘best of’ album

and that was just not good enough for billy

so one night, he brought over his twisted sister vinyl and convinced you to dance with him while what you don’t know blasted through the brassy pavillon

he also may or may not have convinced you to make out with him while the rest of the record played

even though you drive a brand new, cherry red benz (convertible, he might add), you still love it when he drives the two of you in his camaro

but you also let him drive your car whenever he wants. and he wants to most of the time.

in fact, he’s pretty sure he drives your car more than you do

he also loves to let you dress him up

and do his hair (please practice that cute hairstyle you saw on him. he’ll think about your hands in his hair for hours on end)

even if youre just going on a chill diner date, you still drag him into your (now shared) walk-in closet and pick out these satin shirts and pressed slacks and the shiniest shoes he’s ever seen

but of course, most of your dates are lavish and breathtakingly creative, anyway, so he’s already dressed accordingly

his new catch phrase is something along the lines of “what happened to eating somewhere normal. like pizza hut”

sometimes, his only requirement is “as long as there’s no chandelier”

you flatter him so often, he gets grumpy on days you forget to call him handsome (or pretty boy, which has really grown on him)

typically, he wouldnt go for all the fuss and feathers, but he likes to see you happy.

and boy, does prettying him up make you happy

seriously, you get the wildest look on your face. it’s fulfilling enough that billy feels safe to say he’s content being your ken doll forever

if you’d let him

masterlist

[dearestro]

Flirtatious Feelings Part 2

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Gif is not mine. I found it on Google. If it is yours and you do not want me to use it please tell me, and I'll take it down!

Part 1

Your Pov

"Should we make this interesting?" I asked as we set up the pool table. He paused and looked up at me. 

"How so?" I smirked at his cautiousness.

"Mmm...winner gets a prize?"

"Yeah...ok." He chuckled softly.

We had finished playing pool (I won) and left the bar. James was walking me to my apartment and we stopped just outside my door. I was about to go in when I stopped to turn and look at him.

"I forgot about my prize!" I feigned a gasp. 

"Right! Let's say....twenty bucks?" He started to pull out his wallet, but I shook my head and laughed.

"Or...we could do this?" I pulled his face towards mine and kissed him gently enough that he could pull away if he wanted to. After a few heavenly seconds I pulled back, he seemed to linger in the air, eyes closed. I smiled. "Thanks for the date." I said before entering my apartment and closing the door behind me. My back hit the door before I turned to peer out the keyhole. I laughed at the sight outside of the door. James was doing a goofy but cute victory dance. I opened the door and just watched as I leaned on the doorway. He suddenly turned and saw me.

"Can we forget you just saw that?" He blushed as he stopped dancing. I laughed.

"Nope." I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek before going back inside. "Goodnight, Jimmy!" I called to him.

"I regret nothing!" He shouted through the door, I could only imagine how crazy he must've seemed to the neighbors as I laughed to myself at the man's antics. 

Wilson's Pov 

I sat in my office thinking about last night when House barged in.

"How was your date?" I frowned at him in confusion.

"How did you-"

"Oh, cut the crap. A little birdy told me. Besides, you are way too happy for seven in the morning." I rolled my eyes at him. "So, did you score? Is that hot bod just as sexy naked as it is clothed?"

"That is none of your business." I said apparently a little too defensively. 

"So that's a no. What did little Wilson not feel up to it? Doesn't work like he used to? Or did she finally snap to her senses and realize you're not her type?" I scoffed and walked over to him.

"I'll have you know my-" I quickly cut myself off as I saw her walking towards my office. 

"Your what? Your penis?"

"Who's penis?" I felt my face heat up, and I could only imagine how red I must've been. I tried to say something anything, but House beat me to it.

"Wilson's." She looked between the two of us before quickly hiding her shock.

"Right...anyways..." She averted her eyes and slightly blushed at the situation.

"I'll be going now. You know how it is. Patients to ignore and people to hide from." He finally left but not before turning at the doorway and giving me an over exaggerated wink and thumbs up. I rolled my eyes. In moments like these, I wish he would drop dead...or that I would. Either or.

Your Pov

Upon hearing what House said, I felt my cheeks burn up, and I looked to the ground. Thankfully, he left soon enough. I was still concentrating on my shoes when James spoke up. 

"You'll have to e-excuse him. He's insane." The corner of my mouth twitched up in amusement. "When he said- he meant-" I looked up to find him struggling to find the words, but I quickly cut him off.

"It’s ok. We don't have to talk about 'it' Dr. Wilson." I said, referring to the previous conversation I had walked in on. I smiled slightly at him, trying to ease the tension, but his face fell. "Maybe we should get to work?"

"Yes! Of course." He said quickly composing himself.

Wilson's Pov 

After a long morning it was finally lunch. I ate in silence waiting for House to inevitably join me. After all how could he possibly make the day worse?

He eventually came and sat down across from me. We continued to sit in silence until he made a move for my sandwich, but I quickly moved it out of his reach and continued to eat.

"What? You're mad?" He asked as if it was absurd to be upset with him. I ignored him. "The silent treatment? Really? What are you, a woman?" I rolled my eyes at his sexist comment.

"You don't get it, do you? I really like her, and all you do is embarrass me." He rolled his eyes and scoffed. "No! I'm serious! You know what she called me after you left? 'Dr. Wilson'." He let out an over exaggerated gasp.

"Noo! She called you your name! What a bitch!" I rolled my eyes at his sarcasm.

"Yesterday she was calling me Jimmy and kissing me. Today, nothing!"

"And you blame me?"

"Yes!" I shouted a little too loud as I threw down my sandwich. Everyone in the cafeteria looked towards our table. He scoffed and was about to protest when someone sat next to me. I looked to my right to see her.

"Hey, sweetheart!" She leaned over to kiss my cheek. I was stunned. 

"I'll leave you two to talk. See ya Jimmy!" House said as he took off with the remainder of my lunch. I swallowed as I gained the courage to turn and face her.

"'Sweetheart'?" I asked hesitantly. She paled.

"Yeah...if-if that's ok, of course." I nodded.

"It-it's great! I'm just...a little confused..." She quirked a brow. "I mean, this morning, it was all, 'Dr. Wilson' this and 'Dr. Wilson' that...I-I thought that that meant last night was a-a fling...of sorts." I stammered as a look of understanding came over her.

"No!" She said quickly. "I mean no, I don't want it to have just been a fling." She took a deep breath. "I really like you it's just this morning we were working, and I guess I thought it best to remain professional? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt you, James." My face flushed as I realized my assumption was wrong. 

"No, it's ok! I uh... I should've figured that out." I looked down at my lap trying to avoid her gaze, but she took my chin in her hand and made me look at her.

"That's alright. I probably should've clarified earlier, especially since it was just the two of us, and this is so...new." I relaxed under her touch.

"Maybe we could talk it over? Tonight? If that's not too soon..." I hastily added trying not to seem desperate.

"I can't. I have plans." I frowned a little at the rejection. "But I'm free tomorrow." I grinned. 

"Perfect! After work?" I asked. She leaned in and pecked my lips.

"Of course." Her hand dropped to the table. "I saw House take your lunch..." I grimaced a little at the reminder. "Do you want to share mine?" 

Your Pov 

I lay in bed, staring at the man across from me. He was sleeping so peacefully. 

"Honey, you're staring." He murmured, his eyes still closed. I rolled my eyes. "What are you thinking about?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. I smiled and put my hand on his cheek.

"The first week we met." He laughed lightly.

"That's not good. I was a total dork. I still can't believe you went out with me." I chuckled and patted his cheek.

"Don't worry, Jimmy. You're still a goofy dork." He rolled his eyes at my response.

"Gee thanks."

"Do you remember that conversation I walked in on? My second day?" He nodded. "Well, now that we're married...I can personally vouch that there is nothing 'wrong' with your penis." His face turned red, and I kissed his nose.

"You-you heard that conversation?" 

"House told me soon after, but I didn't want to embarrass the hot guy I had just met, so I kept it to myself." He shook his head in disbelief. 

"I'm gonna kill him." I laughed as he blushed furiously. 

[amywritesthings]

gingerbread sweet. / a reiner holiday ficlet

pairing: reiner braun x f!reader ( attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin ) word count: 1.1k summary: It's the Titan frat's annual gingerbread house competition. Your boyfriend, Reiner Braun, is determined to win. You, however, are determined to distract.

tags: modern au - university, holiday fluff, gingerbread houses, all the marleyans are in a frat bc i said so, devoted boyfriend!reiner, light sexual tension credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the eleventh day of the twelve days of amymas !!

“Does the door look crooked to you?”

"The what?"

"The door. Look at it."

There’s nothing more amusing than watching your hulk of a boyfriend crouch over a tiny gingerbread house.

Reiner Braun squints as he presses a gumdrop to the front — circular windows make it modern, or so he claims — then pauses.

Distracted by a very minor detail, you can already feel his anxiety running his brain a mile a minute: a lopsided door may deduct a few points from Marcel's arbitrary points system from this very arbitrary holiday competition.

Because he's absolutely fucking determined to win.

Granted, the bragging rights are his, but the grand prize will not be — Reiner, of course, rarely rides this hard for something he wants.

No, he’s too willing to put everyone else's wants and needs above his own.

So the grand prize of the Titan fraternity annual gingerbread house competition is going to go to you, hell or high water.

He’s going to win you that goddamn spa day gift card that Marcel has been dangling as a sweet little incentive no matter how long it takes him to mold this gingerbread house into his image.

"I think it looks straight."

The tip of his pink tongue pokes out a little from his pressed lips as he leans in closer. "...I trust your eye more than mine."

The blonde sits up to fish for the green icing piping bag. He's gentle with the way he eases the icing along the edges of the tiny confectionary door.

(An icing wreath, like this couldn't be anymore adorable.)

“Reiner?” you coo.

“Yeah, babe.”

Flat. He’s in the zone.

“You know you don’t have to slave over this thing, right?”

You scoot your chair closer to his, dropping your temple to his large tricep.

“I can buy my own spa day card.”

“False,” he corrects. “I’ll buy you the spa day card myself, but if I gotta cheat Porco out of winning for the third year in a row. Pieck’s gone at least five times on our dime.”

"When were the other two times?" you ask, not correlating the math.

"Well, our freshman year," Reiner begins, using the green icing to make little bushes at the foundation of the house, "we did a Valentine's day relay race that ended up with Bert in urgent care with a broken nose. Then, the one-and-only pool party chicken fight tournament — Pieck and Porco fought dirty."

"Is that why it was the one and only?"

"Yeah. Bert got another bloody nose, but that time from Annie going a little too hard."

He snorts.

"We had to save him from becoming the next Owen Wilson, so — no more chicken tournaments."

Titan frat is… well, excessively competitive, you've learned in your year or so of dating Reiner.

(Blame Porco and the new pledge, Eren Yeager, for only exasperating in this year with the month-long holiday challenges.)

You shrug a shoulder. “I could help.”

“And mess up your pretty nails?” Reiner shakes his head, glancing briefly through his peripheral vision. He smirks. “Ain’t no way.”

Right.

Reiner’s also very giving, during this season — in more ways than one.

First it was the fully-paid-for manicure yesterday.

Then it was the reservation for a Christmas Eve dinner to your favorite spot in the inner city.

Now he’s trying to win Marcel's approval in this ridiculous decorating contest in your name, and you feel… well, loved.

(There's no disputing that you've won the boyfriend lottery.)

Which, of course, means you have only one thing you can do in this situation.

He’s too wound up.

Distracted.

So you reach down to the pile of icing supplies strewn about, picking the small red accented tube.

You swipe some on the tip of your finger, mindful not to get it under your nails.

Reiner doesn’t even see it happening.

He’s too busy playing fixer-upper on the front side of the house, his too-big hands delicately toying with the too-small decorations he’s pasting on the cookie.

You wait a few seconds, letting him place the door where he wishes, before swiping the icing over the side of his neck.

Reiner tenses, turning to see what the hell just hit his neck, but he’s too late—

You’re already leaning in, sliding the tip of your tongue along his skin.

The man gasps, dropping his own piping bag to the supply assortment below.

“What are you—”

“Decorating,” you murmur nonsensically, grinning from ear to ear as his attention disappears completely from the gingerbread house to you.

“The guys are in the other room,” he rasps, eyes wide.

The pledges, he means — banished to the enclosed patio as they work on their own poorly-designed houses.

Through the last year while dating Reiner,  you’ve learned very quickly how sensitive he is.

Sometimes all it takes is a look to get him hard.

Your ego has never recovered, and it’s not deflating now.

Except his eyes soften and a gentle chuckle exits his throat when his golden eyes search your face.

“Wait, you got—”

“What?”

His hand gently cradles your jaw. 

“Hold still, baby.”

His thumb raises to swipe at your nose, where his smile only grows.

You stay still, obedient to his command, unable to stop looking at him.

God, he’s gorgeous.

He’s so fucking gor—

Something touches your lips, and you belatedly realize Reiner’s taken it upon himself to push the red icing along the seam of your lips, parting them easily.

You can taste the sugary sweetness on the tip of your tongue.

“Shit, sorry." When your brows knit in confusion, Reiner explains himself. "Seems like I missed a spot.”

Oh.

Oh.

His pupils dilate as his gaze drops to your lips, as if he’s ready to devour your whole.

Your entire body turns into flames.

“Just one spot?” you murmur, and a wicked smirk crawls to his mouth.

That same thumb drops to glide the remaining icing over your chin.

“I fear it's a couple of spots, but don't worry. I'll get you cleaned up.” He tilts his chin. “I take care of my girl, remember?”

(As if you could ever forget.)

His words get your blood pumping. Pledges and wandering eyes be damned.

“What about the gingerbread house?” you murmur, entranced by the way he continues absently swiping icing over your jaw, chin, and cheeks.

(Marking a trail his lips will devour.)

“We can bring the icing upstairs,” Reiner suggests with an innocent shrug. You know it’s anything but. “I’ll finish that damn house eventually, but I have something sweeter to tend to.”

Before you can say another word, the blonde stands from his chair and gently takes your hand into his.

You easily stand with him, unable to stop giggling as he tugs you eagerly upstairs.

He’s determined to win, yes, but to him —

He’s already won.

He has you, after all.

.

[housethemd]

Daddy’s Boy

(House/Wilson, established relationship, takes place during the S2 episode of the same name.)

House comes out to his parents.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s awkward, sitting across from his parents in the hospital cafeteria. It’s always like this, everyone picks at their food, ignoring the awkward silence. He wishes he could see his mother without having to see his father. Unlike him, she genuinely loves him. He knows that. She’s a victim of John House just as much as he is.

He used to get in fights at school, as young as seven. He’s always rubbed people the wrong way. His father would scream and put him in an ice bath, or make him sleep outside. He gave up trying to explain or justify his actions early on, even though he often didn’t understand why the other kids hated him so. Why they got so mad. All he did was point out things that were true. He’s learned since why that upsets people, but as a child he didn’t. His father never explained it to him, only yelled and accused him of playing stupid.

Things were better when his father was deployed, when it was just him and his mom. The fights still happened, but instead of punishments and screaming she’d lay in his bed with him, rub his back. He’d lament that he didn’t know what he did wrong to make the other kids so angry.

“I know.” She’d say, “It’s okay, Greg. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

He picks at the last bit of bread from his ruben as his mother recounts her last book club meeting. She’s just filling the air, trying to avoid having him and his father talk. He appreciates it, but a conversation with his father is unavoidable.

“So besides work what have you been up too?” His father asks.

“Oh not much.” He responds without looking up.

“That’s what you always say, ‘not much.’” John House scoffs.

“Bought a new motorcycle.” He says not looking up.

He can hear the disapproval in his father’s next breath. He never approved of motorcycles, even when House was able-bodied. He’s sure he finds a cripple with a motorcycle to be something of an oxymoron. House sort of agrees, he knows it’s ridiculous, but he liked motorcycles. He always has. There isn’t a whole lot he enjoys that he can still do these days.

“You know what your problem is?”

Here we go.

“Changing gears?” House quips.

“John.”

House’s father’s attention is turned from his son to his wife, who is looking at him with pleading eyes. John pulls a series of faces, but does as Blythe wishes and shuts the fuck up. At least for the moment.

“It was so nice of Wilson to set this up. He’s such a good friend too you.” Blythe says. She glosses over the fact that she only had to go through Wilson because House dodges their calls.

“Yeah. He is.”

See the thing is, his parents don’t know about him and Wilson. To be fair, he and Wilson were just friends for the first twelve years. It’s only the last year that they’ve been dating. And of course, Wilson is unendingly empathetic and patient, and he knows that House’s red-blooded, all-American, military man of a father is unlikely to take kindly to finding out his son is bisexual and in a relationship with a man. Even in all of Wilson’s pestering to stop dodging Blythe’s calls and actually see his parents, never once did he bring up telling them about their relationship.

A part of him wants too, actually. They’ve already come out at work, and to Wilson’s family. Wilson’s father didn’t say much, but House had learned over the years that Joseph Wilson was a man of few words, much happier to let his wife Rebecca do most of the talking. Rebecca Wilson, born and raised in New York City, was happy to do all the talking. When he and Jimmy had gone to the Wilson’s for Shabbat, Jimmy had, in the middle of dinner told them he had an announcement. Then Jimmy took his hand, and told his parents they were dating.

Rebecca had been out of her seat so fast, pressing kisses to Jimmy’s cheeks and then his, which truly made his skin crawl but he’d allowed it for Jimmy’s sake. She told them she thought it was so wonderful, and she wished them all the happiness in the world. Later, when they were putting on their coats to drive back to New Jersey, Rebecca had taken her son in her arms.

“Bubbeleh, I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel you had to be something you’re not. I want you to be happy. That looks different for you than for your big brother and that’s okay. After all these years, I know no one can make you as happy as Greg.”

It was sweet, but House knew had no hope of such a positive reaction from his parents, especially from John. He pushes more food around on his plate, as they’ve once again lapsed into awkward silence.

“So, any new babes you want to tell me about?” John jibes.

House grimaces, but knows this is his chance. If he’s going to do it, it should be now.

“Funny you mention babes, and we were just talking about Wilson.” He starts, looking at the floor next to his right shoe. He can’t see their faces if he’s going to say what he has to say.

“What, did Wilson set you up with someone?” John asks.

“No, not exactly.” He replies, trying to gather enough courage to do this.

“But you have a new special someone in your life?” Blythe sounds excited. He wishes she didn’t.

“Not, new, not exactly.”

“Just spit it out boy.” John says adamantly.

“It’s Wilson.”

Silence.

“I’m - I’m dating Wilson. He’s my boyfriend.”

He finally brings himself to look up, and both his parents are wearing shocked expressions.

“If this is a joke, it ain’t funny.” John says, voice laced with barely contained anger.

“It’s not a joke. Jimmy and I have been dating for a year. We live together. I love him. It, it isn’t a joke Dad.”

John House stands so abruptly, his chair nearly falls over. It draws the attention of everyone else in the cafeteria just in time to watch him storm off, muttering about his son being a german word for cigarettes. He’s sure his father doesn’t mean it in that way.

Well. That went as well as could be expected. He and his mother sit in awkward silence once more, and it becomes clear John isn’t coming back.

“Have you always… liked boys?” His mother asks softly.

“Yeah, mom. I do like girls too, in case you’re curious. But yeah, I realized I liked both when I was fourteen.” It feels kind of good to tell his mom, letting out the secret he’d been keeping from her for thirty years.

He’s back to staring at the ground. He wants the ground to swallow him whole, he wants to go to sleep, he wants Jimmy. Emotions always exhaust him, and so does his father, and now everything feels to loud and bright.

“Hey,” his mother says, sliding her hand over his, “You are perfect just the way you are.”

She’s smiling at him.

They say their goodbyes, as she has to go find where John took off to and get back to the airport. He sits alone in the cafeteria, to drained to move when someone slips in next to him on the bench.

“You’re mom called, said I should come check on my boyfriend. That you might need a little love right now.” Wilson said softly, putting an arm around his back.

“Yeah that sounds like her. I’m fine, really.” Despite his words he lets his head fall to Wilson’s shoulder, lets Wilson hold him.

“You told them.” A kiss is pressed to his forehead.

“Yeah. Went as well as you can expect.” House says sarcastically.

“I’m proud of you, Baby.” Wilson whispers it in his ear.

House closes his eyes and presses himself harder against Wilson. He’s soft and warm and smells like home. House has no idea if Wilson realizes how much those words mean to him, but he probably does. Wilson has this funny way of understanding him in way no one else does, even when he doesn’t say anything.

It’s why House loves him so much, he told him homophobic father about it.

[hilsonamore]

THOUGHTS ON S4 EP12, HOUSE M.D (pt.1)

“ Don’t Ever Change”

I have so many thoughts regarding this episode it’s actually crazy. Okay so, here me out-

First of all, starting off strong with these two, with house asking wilson all these questions and pestering him about dating amber and asking him why on earth he would ever date her. And then they get into the elevator and house is betting against wilson that the relationship will only last 2 more months and wilson looks over at him and says:

“We’re at four months”

“You hid this from me?”

“I thought you’d be upset”

There’s all lot to unpack here. To start with, dr wilson, why would you hide from your best friend the fact that you are dating somebody else? They literally talk about everything with each other, and especially about the people they’re seeing (at least wilson is, because house doesn’t do anything else with his time apart from sticking his nose in all-wilson-related stuff). Maybe it’s because amber is an ex employee of house’s? But why would that upset him, regardless of..well, his being house. I mean sure, house was talking her down all the time “cutthroat bitch this and cutthroat bitch that”, but still.

And honestly, the best thing in this entire sequence, in my opinion, is house’s expression when he realises that wilson hid something so important from him. My man is in sock, he’s so used to wilson spilling his guts out to him, so used to having everything perfectly calculated when it comes to his best friend, that this gapping hole in his knowledge leaves him bereft. I have honestly never seen him so flabbergasted before.

And also wilson, dear, “i thought you’d be upset”. Like, i know he probably means that house would go feral over his dating somebody he literally shits on all the time, who just so happens to be a literal mirror of himself, but it makes me feel kinda funny how wilson just always has house in my mind and he knows perfectly well how he’s going to react to everything, thus taking necessary measures to secure… an appropriate amount of mental stability.

Um. I honestly don’t know where to start with this one. Firstly, house is scary. Yeah no shit sherlock. But like, he knows he’s scary, it’s not like his self-obsessed person would ever assume that people don’t quiver under his gaze (that phrase can be translated into plenty of different things, but you know what i mean). This particular phrase, i think, is not even directed towards wilson, but it’s more like house asking himself that. He knows he is scary, he knows wilson is pretty pathetic, he also knows, deep down, whether he wants to admit it out loud or not, that he desperately needs wilson in his life… the man clings on to him like he’s the fucking sun and he cant live without his radiance. Aaaand, he also knows that Amber, like him, is scary. And yet he wonders:

“Why would anyone, other than me, cling on to this man? How would such a paradoxical courtship even work?”

I just love how hypocritical and ridiculous this statement is, because not only does house know, but we as the audience can spot the oxymoron of his wondering: why would an alternate version of myself cling on to someone i need.

Just admit it babe, you want those puppy brown eyes all to yourself.

Next off, what the fuck do you mean he broke into his best friend’s/ his girlfriend’s (i don’t know whose it is) apartment just to have a little chitchat with Amber? To literally attempt to force her into breaking up with wilson? Re-Offering her a spot in his team only if she stops seeing his best friend? I mean seriously, realistically speaking, why is he even doing that?

Sure, he doesn’t like her but he respects her enough and understands her as a character because she doesn’t remind him of his own self, she literally is another personification of his own individual, and it scares the hell out of him, because he can predict the course of things. So why does he want them to break up? Because he knows she’s going to hurt wilson, she’s bound to, she’s bound to extract all the goodness, all the energy out of wilson and leave him bare when she doesn’t need him anymore. He knows she’s ultimately going to hurt him because he fears he’s going to do that to wilson as well, sooner or later, and he doesn’t want anybody else to do that other than him, if things come to that (this is SICK).

And it’s not just the “i’ll do anything for you not to lay a finger on him” or the “if you hurt him, you’re dead”, it’s not just house’s overprotectiveness over wilson, it’s also his acknowledgment of the fact that, if there’s two of them, two people who need wilson, two people who want him all to themselves, two people who cling on to him for dear life, then it’s almost certain that one of them will eventually be let go of. And house fears that that one person might be him. And he can’t risk that.

Also, on to a more silly and also craaaazy note… the way house looks at amber when he tells her to give wilson his sweatshirt back- holy. Actual. Shit. I swear to god i thought he was going to bite her head off. The way his eyes have this murderous, warning gleam, their proximity, the danger and warning in his voice i- boy is just like “give my boyfriend his sweatshirt back or else we’ll be having more than a few exchanges of words next time”

IM GONNA MAKE A PART 2 BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE WAY TOO LONG SO STAY TUNED😔

[quoththemaiden]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thanks, Fells! And thank you to @minervas-hand who sent me the same ask while I was procrastinating on answering. I appreciate you both!

Here are my top five, with my absolute favorites first:

Midwinter is Another Name for New Beginnings

Good Omens, 500 words Muriel (& or /) Eric the Disposable Demon

Eric released his firm grip on Muriel's hand as they arrived in the muddy field with the gentle susurrus of a demonic miracle. The waning sunlight caught on their skirts, softly white on Muriel and richly dark on Eric.

Eric invites Muriel out on something that might be intended as a date. Soft and sweet but with as much characterization and longing as I could layer into every line. It's just 500 words so it's a quick read, but I adore it.

It Came Upon a Midnight Clear

Good Omens, 3,073 words Aziraphale/Crowley

"It's been a bit since I've been flying." Aziraphale tilted forward and spread his wings to their fullest extent, catching a convenient airstream that flowed under his wings like a gentle caress as he leaned into it. "I imagine you do it quite a bit. You always liked the wind in your hair." "And you don't?" Crowley twisted himself to flow in the same direction, circling Aziraphale like a snake wrapping around a tree to climb, or a planet circling its star as they moved together through the galaxy. "I've never given much thought as to how much wind should be in your hair," Aziraphale replied in his haughtiest tone. "It seems quite untamable either way."

Set a bit before Season 1, Aziraphale is feeling down and Crowley has the brilliant idea to cheer him up by stealing a harp. 3k words of flying, flirting, banter, and barely-plausible deniability. (Also available as a podfic, thanks to @contritecactite!)

Written in Sand or Written in Stone

Spider-Man, 1,817 words Peter Parker & Matt Murdock & Wade Wilson

"What's your name?" the older vigilante asked. "…Spider-Man." It came out hesitantly, as if it were an identity he were borrowing, a mask as much as the one on his face. Daredevil nodded. "Spider-Man, then." It was a good answer.

This was the first fic I posted after my return to fandom and I still adore it. It's a dozen snapshots of Peter Parker's life as Spider-Man and what that identity means to him. What happens between the scenes is as important as what happens in them!

We Made Our Peace with Weariness

Good Omens (Oopsie!Omens), 1,603 words Azazel (Demon!Aziraphale) / Jophiel (Angel!Crowley)

Azazel's voice shook. "It isn't like you to shun knowledge." "Yeah, well, that's what this 'righteous judgment' is all about, so you'll forgive my lack of enthusiasm." Azazel's mind raced with a million questions — what was going to happen, and why, and was there really no stopping it — before he realized that, regardless of the answers, he wasn't going to do anything to thwart an angel's mission when he wasn't ordered to. Jophiel clearly wasn't, either, and that was a good thing. A Good thing, even. Azazel took a deep breath and let his shoulders sink, willing away his tense posture. "Of course. I'd forgive you anything."

My top fic by kudos by far, and my return to writing fanfiction of fanfiction after having found so much joy in that as a child. The Tower of Babel is such a great scene to bring some Good-Omens-style guilt and tragedy to, and getting to write about how desperately Azazel and Jophiel need to hug was an utter delight.

Meeting for Doughnuts, I Mean, Debriefing

Good Omens, 500 words Adam Young & Eric the Disposable Demon

Adam Young sighed heavily as he stepped inside the bakery. “You’re going to attract attention if you’re here.” Eric looked over cheerily and waved. “Hullo, dark Lord!” Adam shook his head in disagreement at the salutation. “Seriously. You stand out like a sore thumb.”

500 words of lighthearted banter between Adam and Eric the Disposable Demon. It's silly, it's fun, it has a blink-and-you'll-miss-it implication of Crowley falsifying his reports. If you like Eric, it's got a lot of Eric.

Thanks for giving me this opportunity to look back through my cache of fics! It was a lot of fun!

[jamneuromain]

Steve Rogers x stark!reader

Steve and Tony's 'baby' (she is literally two years younger) sister have been dating... they don't want to tell Tony

But, tony begins to think something is happening and sends spider kid to spy for him

Tony finds out, and he bursts into her room to see her and Steve sleeping peacefully together

BUT HES TONY FUCKING STARK SO HE STARTS BLASTING AC/DC AND WAKES THEM UP

Steve then revives a lecture for dating Tony's sister, and yn revives a lecture for dating Steve

I just find the idea hilarious

And then after that, yn and Steve would walk out of the same room and tony would make gagging noises the whole time they were close

I'm thinking... although Tony trusted Peter with this mission, he didn't fully "trust" him with this mission...

Sorry for taking so long! I had a bit trauma with being waked up abruptly :(

False alarm

Steve Rogers x You (Reader)

Warning: Swearing, Pure Fluff, a lil humor,

Summary: Code Red.

Send it? Or don't send it?

Peter scratches the back of his head, and hits "send".

He scrolls his screen in expect for reply. But he gets nothing.

"Code Red! She hugs Mr. Lang for three Mississippi's today."

Before that, "Code Red! She laughed at Mr. Wilson's jokes."

Before that, "Code Red! She could be dating Mr. Barnes because she bought him plums!"

Stark, on the other hand, spares a brief glance at his screen and sighs.

"Peter Parker: Code Red! I saw her talking with Mr. Barton today! Mr. Barton touched her shoulders!"

"One mission. I gave that kid one mission." Tony grumbles, pinching his nose bridge as he winces, "one frigging mission and ..." He makes his notorious long face, "... and he has sent me a dozen false alarm right now."

"Sir, I will talk that kid out of it. Just gives me a chance-" Happy looks at Tony from the rearview mirror, guaranteeing and nodding his head, "I won't let you down Sir."

"You know what? Never mind." Tony shoves his sunglasses back on, putting that thin piece of transparent screen back into his pockets. "He'll bug me for another mission if I don't ask him to do something. Friday, mark all Peter Parker's message with the keyword 'Code Red' as read, and don't ever notice me again with these messages, will ya'?"

"Yes Sir." The AI answers.

Happy observes Tony, choosing his words carefully, "is there a chance, Sir, that Ms. Stark is not...?"

"STOP! I don't wanna hear it." Tony screws his eyes shut.

He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to acknowledge it. But he has to face it.

Ms. Stark, you, his little sister (though you would argue that you are not little anymore, being a mere couple of years younger than Tony), are in love.

Ridiculously, unabashedly, in love.

You have what the young people calls it these days: the relationship syndrome, where you would giggle (for Christ's sake, giggle!) and blush like a teenager!

"With whom I'm in a relationship is none of your damn ... darn business." You threw a bad language word at him when noticing Peter was in living room doing his homework. Glancing at Peter's direction, you dropped your voice, "besides, this is exactly why I don't want to tell you, even if I have a boyfriend."

"What? Why? ME???" The billionaire cried, "I'm your big brother! Of course I need to know are you in a relationship!"

Before you could slip through the loop hole in his words, he added, "and with whom."

You let out a laugh, pouring yourself a glass of wine, too tired to have this conversation at 10 pm, "yeah, you're not dad, Tones. Now get the ... get out!"

"This is my property! You can't tell me to get out!"

"Watch me."

"Hey, if you guys need some space I'd be happy to go back to my room." Peter shuffled the papers on the table, nervously piping up.

"Yes!" "No!" Tony and you gave separate answers, then glared at each other.

"Uh- I'm just gonna go back to- uh-" Peter balanced his heavy backpack and his big pile of papers and laptop with a pen on top of everything, nearly bumping his knee when he missed a step.

"No, you stay. I'm done with him." You grabbed your glass and headed to your quarters, mumbling some dark words under your breath.

Tony pursed his lips, watching your figure disappeared behind doors and walls.

"Kid, you want a mission?"

"Yeah! I mean, of course, Mr. Stark, Sir! Anything! I'm absolutely ready for my first assignment - I mean mission!"

"...that's not really a question but fine, here's what you are going to do."

And that's what his spur of the mind get him. Text bombarding from the Peter kid, reporting possible "target" of your boyfriend. So far, nothing special came from his texts.

Seriously? Buying plums? You and Natasha were out buying groceries that day, of course you are buying plums.

Three Mississippi's? Is that how the kids are counting seconds these days?

The rest are just more ridiculous. As ridiculous as the idea of eight track tapes.

Stark sighs deeply.

He's gonna kick that mysterious boyfriend's ass when he finds out who exactly is the guy.

A few hours later...

"Is this, what, the fifth time tonight that the fire alarm got triggered?" You muffle your yawn under your palm, earning a chuckle from the blonde super soldier, who is leaning against the door frame, and welcomes you with out-stretched arms.

The shrieking fire alarm has been on and off tonight. Even though Friday has made sure there's no visible fire, the AI keeps receiving sensors reporting temperature abnormalities in different parts of the building.

It also keeps waking you and the blonde supersoldier a couple of doors away.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Stark. I will double check the cameras and the sensor data to make sure there's no actual fire. I will turn off the fire alarm for now." The AI replies softly, "you may go back to bed now, Ms. Stark."

Shrieking is dialed down. But the warm embrace offer still stands.

You hold onto his hand, but not moving forward an inch to fall into his warm hug. "Anthony will see." You mumble, feeling his rough palm on yours.

"I miss you, doll face. My bed feels cold without you." Steve looks like a kicked puppy, pouting with his sad eyes, "lemme hold you for a second."

Who are you to say no when he's pouting his perfectly kissable lips?

Your tired body finds its home, snuggling his broad chest and strong arms. Your hands bringing his head down for a kiss.

" 'kay, I'll delete the footage in the morning." You stifle another yawn, and follow Steve to his room, where you also miss because of the recent spying businesses Tony assigned the kid to do.

A few feet away, Peter is hanging upside down from the ceiling in his invisible suit, frantically texting.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Stark! But she just followed Cap to his room! "

Three seconds later,

"SIR, CODE RED!!!!!!"

Unbeknownst to Peter, he "sits" on the temperature sensor again, having the fire alarm blasting the building once more.

On Steve's, or your shared bed at this point, the blonde smiles when you try to minimize the voice by dragging the duvet over your head, which he is sure you will smother yourself within ten minutes. Steve covers your ears with his palm, blocking all noises that will pry you out of sleep.

"Good night, sweetheart." He whispers.

A few more hours later...

"Friday, play Highway to Hell in the loudest voice possible, please. "

The billionaire sticks his fingers in his ears, watching your eyes snap open the minute rock music fills this room with lead singer screaming and electric guitar. Steve scrambles out of bed before you even realize what's going on, he swings the lamp near bedside by his hand and looks as if he's about to attack any second. And he probably would have attacked if he doesn't recognize Tony first.

"What the fuck, Anthony! Friday, turn off the fucking music!" You yell, throwing your fluffy pillow at your older brother, "that's not funny!"

Friday turns the music off in an instant. Your heart pounding in your chest. You could have had a heart attack.

"No shit, young lady, it's not funny." The genius who thought it was a good idea waking you up with loud music scoffs, not to mention dodging your attack with ease, "I understand if you want to screw anyone on the team, but this? Him???"

"Excuse me?" You can't help but roll your eyes.

He glances at Steve, "and you, that's how you take care of my sister when I'm gone? By taking her to the bed? Good care indeed."

Steve rubs his eyes with the heels of his palm, "for Christ's sake, Tony, I'm sorry. But that," he gestures to the sound speaker hanging on top of your head, "was excessive."

Tony waves his hands dismissively, "I'll deal with you later. Now, you," he points his finger at you, "get out of Steve's room. I hope you are decent at least."

"It's fucking four thirty in the morning. I'm not going anywhere until I finish my sleep."

There. You've said that. You fall back on to your pillow. Your heart still pounding frantically in your ribcage.

There's probably too many bad language word in one conversation, but Tony had it coming when he decided to wake you before the sun even comes up.

"Uh-uh. You're not staying in the same room. Rogers, you and I are gonna talk. NOW." Tony wiggles his index finger, and motions for Steve to step out of his own room.

Your consciousness drifts to a place between sleep and awake. You are on the verge of falling asleep again when a burning furnace - probably your boyfriend who had to "talk" with your annoying brother just now - slips back into the warm cover. You acknowledge his presence by taking his bicep as your pillow again, sprawling your arm across his chest.

"I guess you don't have to delete the footage now." He chuckles, holding you closer to his body.

"Hmm." Is all that you can reply. You would have said "Sure. Whatever" if you are conscious, but you couldn't muster up the strength or the clarity to answer.

"I'm fairly sure he'll still be disapproving whenever he sees both of us around."

"Hmmmmm." I don't really care......

"But he's ... processing, now." Steve kisses your forehead, "sleep tight, sweetheart."

You'll ... deal with that ...... tomorrow ..........

[homicidal-slvt]

Your First Valentine's Day Together {Pt. 3}

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MDNI

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Creepypasta Head-Canons

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Ok ok- I realized there was more characters I wanted to do so here we are.

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GN/Reader

Warnings: None

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Dr. Smiley

Expect to have a lovely dinner for two in his office. He refuses to take any patients today, they'll all have to either go to Nurse Ann, Dr. Pain or EJ. It's gonna be a long evening of pure romance, rose petals, candles and all.

"You love it, right?" "Yes..."

Dr. Pain

A date with him is bound to spiral into chaos, careful planning is not one of his strong suits and he loves going with the flow. Will most likely think teaching you how to stitch up a wound is a perfect date idea, his poor victim having to watch you two love birds.

"You're doing great, honey!" "Thanks!"

Papa Grande

Will take you to a show in the underworld, wanting only the best entertainment for him and his darlings special day. Afterwards expect a fancy dinner and lots of deep conversation.

"What would you like to discuss next, Y/N?" "Hm...."

The Bartender

He has no idea what the significance of Valentine's Day is but will take you on a simple but sweet date regardless. Ordering your favorite food and gifting you a lovely heart shaped locket. He simply likes showing you how he feels.

"It's beautiful!!!" ".....~"

Emra

Is learning ballet a good date? Because that's probably what you'll wind up doing. She thinks it's wonderful to involve you in her passion, and is fully willing to teach you other forms of dance as well. Also expect to receive lots of roses.

"Are you alright, dear?" "Yeah just... Fell again."

Wendell Wilson

Appreciates a simple date at home, his gift to you is him cooking dinner for the both of you. Calmly listening to you rattle on about your day- well at least pretending to listen and occasionally tuning in. He does love you I promise.

"Wendell... Are you even listening?" "Of course."

Daisy White

Today is incredibly exciting for her! She joyfully drags you to some small town diner to eat a burger and fries. Though you have to order of course cause she's a ghost- and also you look kinda crazy when you're talking to her. But it's so cute when she rambles on about anything and everything.

"And then!!! I found a cute kitten!" "That's an awesome story, Daisy."

Mary Vaughn

She would've completely forgotten it was even Valentine's Day if it weren't for you. She takes you for a nice little picnic in the woods, feeding some seed to the little birds around. She likes just being near you.

"Their chirping so much. I think they like you, Y/N." "You really think so?"

Ani The Wight

She can't resist treating you to breakfast in bed, to which the whole day you both go back and forth doing sweet things for one another.

"We should do this more often." "Agreed"

Asylum Nancy

She doesn't really celebrate holiday, not really seeing the point. She will get you a small gift like a cute little ring or something. That's about it though.

"Thought you'd like it." "I do. Thanks."

The Seer

Goes out of her way to plan a special date for you guys, not too romantic but not too simple. Trying to balance it out. She gives you a bouquet of white lilies, feeling the elegance of them suits you.

"A special flower for a special person." "Thank you."

Sketcher

..... She agrees to go on a date with you but all the planning is on your hands. You're making this day special for her not the other way around. She can be somewhat demanding at times, but starts acting a bit more loving later on. She's just a tough cookie to crack, not very romance driven.

"Do you like it, Sketcher?" ".... It's sweet I suppose."

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[thepandalion]

anyways so last week we finished season 4 of house md

I can admit to crying in those final episodes

Also this kinda ruined my werewolf au. Because now my babies are fighting and I can't quite reconcile that with what I have of my au.

So. Multiple ideas:

Amber is a vampire. She survives, but when Wilson decides that her miraculous recovery means he should tell her that he's a werewolf, she reveals that actually vampires and werewolves don't go well together for dating (which uhh. Is a bit of a problem bc I'm pretty sure there's a bit where they think cuddy wants to date wilson and wwwau cuddy is also a vampire). So she breaks up with him and is still alive and they're just broken up

Amber still dies. Wilson forgives house faster than canon bc while he was about to let Amber in on werewolf stuff he didn't yet, so she's not pack while house IS pack, so I'm just ignoring all those parts of s5 for the sake of my boys and nothing else

Amber dies but now she's been pack?? House is also upset because they've now both been Wilson's people and while he might not have liked Amber he respected the fact thay wilson did and sorta respected Amber as a person too. They're not mad at each other but still get time apart. Wilson has a character arc where he goes to meet some wolves in the forest and tells them about how one of his humans got another one killed and effectively does werewolf therapy with this older werewolf (who will later come in and find human wilson because in this version good things can't happen and older werewolf has cancer and is dying). House would come up to wilson in that period when Wilson left in canon and go "I get it if u don't wanna be pack anymore and go be with other wolves in the forest like uve been doing for months now - yeah I know abt that btw" and wilson would just. Break. Bc wtf do you mean "don't wanna be pack" of course he still wants to be pack. He just needs time alone for a sec.

A universe where season 4 happened but Amber and Wilson aren't dating. Still got the new fellows but wilson is still woefully single and Amber goes to work at like. Mercy or something. Idc. Just means she doesn't die. But house might :3 because the bus very much did still crash in this version

Just. Ignore season 4 entirely. Didn't happen cannot touch me. Foreman did quit and idk maybe cameron too. Chase didn't really get fired so much so as he got promoted. He's got a small office near wilsons and he runs the magical medicine department where they treat magic people, which includes werewolves and vampires but also like. Just people practicing magic. Because chase is one of those in this au. He eats rocks and I do have a case in mind where a seer running a magical ingredients shop gets saved by him and she gives him some really cool stuff to do magic with and after that it becomes custom for patients to hand in small magical artifacts to their doctors if they're treated by the magic ppl. One of those patients accidentally fuels chases addiction to eating shiny rocks. There's a silly intervention. Anyways there's gonna be new fellows to replace those three and they might be the same fellows but also maybe not. Because I'm not sure if foreman can keep his job at mercy this time around. So I can have taub replace him in the sceptic position (but this time with the mild spicy interest of "well ok, say that vampires exist. Why do we believe our patient is one just because they say so? Everyone lies after all" and stuff). Thirteen is gonna be. Some type of creature probably. So's kutner but his vibes are just murky enough that I'm stuck in the like ??? Phase of "is he magic or just neurodiverse"

Help. Legit cannot decide between these

[writercole]

Jump With Me

Summary: Sam gets time off from one public service and performs another, meeting his new neighbor in the process. She reminds him that he needs a little fun, even if he is Captain America now. Words: 630ish Warnings: Fluff Credits: Shoutout to @fictional-affairs for the instant reply for my trope even though I'm sure she has plenty of other things to do. A/N: This is probably one of my cutest ones, I'm not gonna lie.

Sam Wilson enjoyed his time as Captain America. He liked being able to bring a positive role model to young men and women. He enjoyed saving the world and doing his part to smash stereotypes, both of heroes and of black men. 

But he was happiest when he was home, having bought a house not far from his sister’s in a small cul-de-sac. He was always doing something outside when he was home, cutting grass or righting a mailbox, possibly repairing a porch step. He made sure to take care of his neighbors as well, helping the elderly couples with repairs or the single parents with yard maintenance. 

Now that autumn had fallen, he was raking the leaves of all of the houses on the street, bagging them up for collection at the end of the week. Mr. and Mrs. Washington had handed him a fresh apple pie for his help, bragging that the apples came off of the tree in their back yard. He’d smiled and thanked them, dropping the pie on his counter to cool while he worked on the next yard.

His neighbor had just moved in and he had yet to introduce himself. He’d been on mission after mission, barely spending an entire day at home before flying out again with Torres and Barnes in tow. Sam had managed to convince Maria that he needed some time off and she agreed to a week of no missions.

As he raked the leaves in the front yard, he heard footsteps approaching, crunching through the grass towards him.

“You really take public service seriously,” a sweet voice teased from behind him.

Sam turned around and saw a beautiful woman behind him, a soft smile on her face. He grinned, leaning on his rake. “Being a public servant doesn’t stop when I take off the suit,” he shrugged.

She giggled and introduced herself, her dark curls bouncing as she stuck out her hand for him to shake. “So have you ever had the urge to jump into the piles when you’re done?”

“Uh, no,” he chuckled. “It honestly never crossed my mind.”

“If I offer to help you rake them up, would you do it?”

“Would I jump in a pile of leaves?”

“Yeah,” she teased, “even Captain America needs to have fun, right?”

“Are you going to jump with me?”

“You know what? Yeah. Why not?”

Sam set down the rake and reached out to her, taking her hand and standing next to her. “On the count of three. One. Two. Three!”

The pair of them jumped into the pile, leaves flying all around them as they laughed together. Sam looked over and smiled, reaching over to pull a leaf from her hair.

“You’re gonna make good on that promise to help clean this up?” he smirked.

“Of course. What do you take me for?” she scoffed, faking offense.

“My next dinner date,” he replied smoothly.

The surprise on her face was evident but when her lips curled up into a blinding smile, Sam knew he was done for.

“Pick me up at six?”

“Make it seven,” he told her, “I’ve got a couple more public service projects to finish first. Some that won’t take me twice the time because of a beautiful woman convinced me to jump.”

“Didn’t take much convincing,” she laughed, her curls swinging around her like a halo of hair as she lightly shook her head.

“I could say the same thing.”

“What can I say? The suit doesn’t do much for you, but that rake surely does.” She winked at him before turning around, heading to her garage for her own rake. “Maybe you’ll even have a new helper.”

“I hope so,” he mumbled as he watched her walk away, completely enamored by the girl next door.

[comeforthepizza]

Showbiz Pizza Magic Night (1984), Segment 2: "Fatz's Witch Story/That Old Black Magic" Transcript

Note: And here's the second segment of Showbiz Pizza's Magic Night show tape! This segment includes Fatz's infamous witch story, and his and Mitzi's cover of That Old Black Magic. If you missed out on segment one, there's a list of links to transcriptions for the rest of Magic Night at the end of the script.

Some extra stutters and stammers have been omitted for clarity's sake.

I've done my very best to ensure that this is as accurate as possible, but of course, I am human and fully capable of making a mistake, so if you have a correction, please feel free to let me know!

MAGIC NIGHT 1984

SEGMENT TWO: FATZ'S WITCH STORY/THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC

Featuring:

Burt "Sal" Wilson as Fatz Geronimo

Shalisa Sloan as Mitzi Mozzarella

Duke Chauppetta as Dook LaRue

Rick Bailey as Beach Bear

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FATZ: Okay, continuing with our magic theme for you, Mitzi and I are gonna sing one of my particular favorites called, That Old Black Magic. Now, there’s a special story that comes to mind every time I sing this song, and since we are, in fact, about to sing this little ditty for you, I thought it’d be fitting if I were to-

MITZI: Tell us a story?

FATZ: Uh, yeah, exactly! Now, let’s see, uh… Not long ago, there were these two very mean and nasty old witches. Oh, boy, they were mean. They were so mean that people used to walk up to ‘em and say, “Phew! You sure do look mean. I bet you don’t even get to go out on too many double dates, do you?”

(DOOK and MITZI laugh.)

BEACH BEAR: Ooh, that’s mean. Mean.

FATZ: Well, these two witches were used to that kind of talk and in fact, they kind of liked it, you know, all the attention and everything. Well, one day these two witches was snooping around this little village-

MITZI: Fatz?

FATZ: Yeah, Mitzi?

MITZI: What were their names?

FATZ: Names? Uh…

MITZI: Yeah, their names.

FATZ: Well, I don’t- I don’t think these witches had any names.

MITZI: Oh, come on, Fatz! Everybody has to have a name!

DOOK: No names? How could that be? They got to have some kind of names. I mean, everybody’s got a name.

BEACH BEAR: Yeah. Yeah, right. 

MITZI: Right!

FATZ: Yeah, that’s true, but these witches didn’t. At least, not in this story. They were just called, “Two Witches”. “Two Mean, Old, Nasty Witches”. Now, you see, these two witches- whose, by the way, names was so scary that if you heard ‘em, you’d probably start screaming and stuff, it just gives me goosebumps thinking about ‘em. Well, anyway, these two witches were real scary, and they were snooping around this little village, and they happened to see this farmer’s daughter sitting under this big ol' tree all by herself.

DOOK: A farmer’s daughter? Well, didn’t she have a name or what?

FATZ: No, no, no. She just called her- She’s just The Farmer’s Daughter.

DOOK: Are you sure?

FATZ: Positive. Now, listen-

BEACH BEAR: The plot thickens.

(They all get a chuckle out of this, even FATZ, who is becoming more irritated with each interruption.)

FATZ: Now, everybody, listen up here. When the farmer’s daughter saw the two witches, she was very startled.

MITZI: Is this gonna have a happy ending?

FATZ: Well, if you quit interrupting me just a few minutes, you’ll find out!

MITZI: I’m sorry.

FATZ: Okay, well, now, I was saying: the farmer’s daughter was startled because she knew the two witches could cast spells on people, and that made her nervous. “How come you’re sitting under the tree all by yourself?” one of the witches asked. “Is something wrong?” 

“Well,” replied the farmer’s daughter, “actually, there is. You see, I’m in love with this handsome, young prince and he doesn’t even know my name.”

DOOK: That’s because she doesn’t have a name! How could he know?

FATZ: Dook, please, this is only a story. Try to go with it.

DOOK: Well, I hope this thing is leading to something ‘cause it’s starting to drag.

FATZ: Well, Dook, just have a little faith in me, now. You’ll like the end of this story, I promise you. So’re you folks out there, y’all all gonna like it if you just let me finish.

BEACH BEAR: Alright, Fatz, you got the floor. Go ahead. Finish.

FATZ: Thank you very much. Everybody listen up. These two clever witches could spot someone who needed a magic spell ten miles away and the farmer’s daughter was just such a person. “Would you like to marry this young prince?” one of the witches asked.

“Of course!” replied the young girl. “That would never happen.” 

“If you could bring us one of your father’s fat milking cows,” the witch continued, “then we can make sure that a handsome, young prince will marry you the first time he ever lays his eyes on you.”

MITZI: Oh! Oh! Oh, I know how this ends! See, the two witches give the farmer’s daughter a magic love potion and then she gives it to the young prince to drink! And when he drinks it, he falls madly in love with her because he’s under a spell that can’t be broken!

FATZ: Uh.

MITZI: Isn’t that right? Isn’t that right, how it ends, Fatz? Huh?

FATZ: Uh. Well. Yeah. Yeah. Th- Th- That’s one way of ending it, there, Mitzi, that’s right.

MITZI: Well, tell us your ending, Fatz! It’s so exciting!

FATZ: Uh. Well, uh. It’s kind of- It’s a little anticlimactic after Mit-

BEACH BEAR: Then don’t bother.

MITZI: That’s okay.

FATZ: Yeah, it wasn’t a very good story, anyway. It really wasn’t a very good story.

MITZI: We understand. But Fatz, this was so fun! Can we do this again? Please?

FATZ: Oh, yeah. Lots of fun. Lots of fun.

MITZI: This is so exciting.

FATZ: We’ll have to do this just- every day. Oh, yeah. Lots of fun.

MITZI: Great!

FATZ: But right now, let’s just get into That Old Black Magic and get away from all this fun, okay?

MITZI: Okay.

(FATZ and MITZI share amused laughs.)

[SONG: THAT OLD BLACK MAGIC (ORIGINALLY BY HAROLD ARLEN AND JOHNNY MERCER)]

FATZ:

OLD BLACK MAGIC HAS ME IN ITS SPELL

MITZI:

OLD BLACK MAGIC THAT YOU WEAVE SO WELL

FATZ:

OH, THOSE ICY FINGERS UP AND DOWN MY SPINE

MITZI:

THE SAME OLD WITCHCRAFT WHEN YOUR EYES MEET MINE

FATZ:

THE SAME OLD TINGLE THAT I FEEL INSIDE

MITZI:

AND THEN THAT ELEVATOR STARTS TO ARRIVE

FATZ:

DOWN AND DOWN I GO

MITZI:

‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND I GO

FATZ:

LIKE A LEAF THAT’S CAUGHT IN THE TIDE

MITZI:

I SHOULD STAY AWAY

BUT WHAT CAN I DO

I HEAR YOUR NAME

AND I’M AFLAME

FATZ: Yeah, baby, I know how it is!

AFLAME

BURNING DESIRE

MITZI:

THAT ONLY YOUR KISS

FATZ:

CAN PUT OUT THE FIRE

YOU’RE THE LOVE THAT I HAVE WAITED FOR

MITZI:

YOU’RE THE MATE THAT FATE HAD ME CREATED FOR

FATZ: Why, sure!

MITZI:

AND EVERY TIME YOUR LIPS MEET MINE

FATZ:

BABY

DOOK & BEACH BEAR:

BABY

FATZ:

DOWN AND DOWN I GO

‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND I GO

IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

MITZI:

OOH, IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

FATZ & MITZI:

IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

MITZI:

I SHOULD STAY AWAY

BUT WHAT CAN I DO

FATZ: It’s impossible!

MITZI:

I HEAR YOUR NAME

AND I’M AFLAME

FATZ:

AFLAME

BURNING DESIRE

MITZI:

THAT ONLY YOUR KISS

FATZ:

CAN PUT OUT THE FIRE

OH, YOU’RE THE LOVE I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

MITZI:

YOU’RE THE MATE THAT FATE HAD ME CREATED FOR

AND EVERY TIME YOUR LIPS MEET MINE

FATZ:

BABY

DOOK & BEACH BEAR:

BABY

FATZ:

DOWN AND DOWN I GO

‘ROUND AND ‘ROUND I GO

IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

MITZI:

AAH, IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

FATZ & MITZI:

IN A SPIN

LOVIN’ THE SPIN I’M IN

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

UNDER THE OLD BLACK MAGIC CALLED LOVE

END.

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Check out the rest of Magic Night!:

Magic Night Intro/Magic Medley

The Magic Touch (Outtake)

Letters to Looney Bird #1/Little Arrows

Abracadabra Medley Intro/Abracadabra Medley

Multiple Voice Syndrome/Puff the Magic Dragon

Ambience Skit/Magic (from Xanadu)

Letters to Looney Bird #2/Every Little Thing She Does is Magic

Michael Jackson Intro/Michael Jackson Tribute

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Chloe Hart Q&A

@/chloesjhart on Instagram, 10 December 2022

Some of the questions asked (Chloe confirms that “a few”, implying at least three, are sick as of the moment):

Q: Fav music genre? A: Apart from musical theatre, of course, it would be Country music. Specifically, the band Rascal Flats — they're, like, my favourite band ever. Um, but in terms of like, modern music [chuckle] sometimes somebody would play something at warm-up and I'll be like, [excited tut] what musical is this from? As like, a joke — um, 'cause I just- I don't really listen to contemporary music.

Q: Favourite Christmas film? A: You can't just pick one! So - I have a few. Um, obviously Home Alone 2 is one of them. Um, After(?) Christmas is one. Um... and one of my new favourite ones is The Christmas Chronicles, which is a Netflix film, um, which is good — and I love Jingle Jangle and, um, I love Miracle On 34th Street — like, the one with Mara Wilson. Um, yeah! And I also really like The Princess Switch [chuckle] with Vanessa Hudgens! So silly!

Q: What's your favourite thing about touring? A: I think it's probably that we essentially have a sleepover every night with my friends, 'cause we share digs most of the time. Um, its basically like having constant sleepovers, like we're all - all of the queens are sharing with one other queen over Christmas, so I'm sharing with Leesa (Tulley), Jen(nifer Caldwell) is sharing with Nat(alie Pilkington), Casey (Al-Shaqsy)'s sharing with Harriet (Caplan-Dean), Jess(ica Niles) is sharing with Grace (Melville), and Becca (Wickes)'s sharing with Alana (Robinson), and so we're all sharing with another person. It just feels like constant sleepovers!

Q: Do you have an updated Aragon costume? A: My costume is being altered, not updated! I have the most up-to-date Aragon costume, um, and it's just being slightly altered size-wise, um, because my body has changed slightly due to lots of gym and stuff, so!

Q: Worst show you've ever had? A: [chuckling] On Six? Um, I don't know if it's the worst show, but when I was in Coventry, um - I haven't been ill very much actually on the show— this is only the second time I've been off ill. Um, but when I was in Coventry, it was the first time, and, um, I had a sickness bug on the Tuesday. And I went back to work on the Wednesday, and... I don't remember the show! I honestly — I came off stage and I was like, "I don't remember doing any of that, it just happened," and I was completely out of it. And then I was off again the next day because I was just — I just came back too soon. So I think that was probably the worst because I don't know what I did! [chuckles] Everyone said I did alright but I- [sighs] God know what happened.

Q: Where do you see yourself in 10 years time? A: Hopefully with a child or two and working as a casting director!

Q: How did you and Ellie (Haffenden, the dep stage manager of Six West End) meet? A: We initially met on the first day on rehearsals, and then, um, we met again after that — we didn't talk that day — and then we met again a few weeks later when I went to the Vaudeville to watch the show. Um, and, then she slid into my DMs! [laughing] She's gonna hate me for saying that!

Q: Did you always want to be in Six? A: Well, there is a fun fact actually that um, I was actually... meant to go to an audition for the original-original cast (presumably referring to the Original Arts Theatre/Albumcast), or like the original... yeah, the original cast. And, um, I didn't go because I went on a holiday to New York instead! [laughter] I also read the breakdown and thought it was totally not something I could do. Um, which is crazy thinking back on, you know... well, thinking back, that some of the girls that were here were still in like, secondary school when that happened.

Q: How do you cope with comments people make about your size during the show? A: Okay, this is gonna be my last question, but thank you so much for keeping me company! [...] So, firstly I just wanna say that um, thank you so much to those who send, sort of, messages of support and love when I've mentioned this happening in the past. And I think it's important to say as well this isn't something that happens every day, not that I know of — it could happen every day, but I only really see it when it's in the first three or four rows and it really isn't nice when I see it. Um, I cope with it differently every time. Sometimes I'm feeling really good and I don't really care and I just, like, let it wash off my back and I just don't say anything. Some days I get a bit upset, some days I get a bit angry. And some days I just get sorry for those people that have that and I'm reminded sort of — um, I also think it's really sad that those people have obviously missed the entire point of the show, which is about building up people and empowering them, and celebrating, and not judging. Um, and... these people obviously don't really compute that because they sit there commenting and judging upon my body and literally going "oh my gosh, she's in a leotard and she's wearing a tights and a leotard and she's big!" like it's a crazy, crazy notion, but um, you know, I guess- I guess that's their opinion and that's fine, it's just- it's a shame that they can make me feel really vulnerable and self-conscious, um, on-stage, which it does sometimes. Um... but, I'm just glad that I'm old enough for that to not really affect me outside of it; it worries me other people who might be more impressionable. Um... but yeah.

[dearestro]

Hello, welcome to Tumblr.

I would like to make a request to James Wilson, a reader who is also a doctor and new to the hospital.

And being a flirt, she asks James Wilson on a date, eventually they become a couple.

Thanks for you attention and have a nice day.

Flirtatious Feelings

Disclaimer: I know nothing about healthcare and diseases. Also, I used Google Translate.

Summary: Reader has just started working at Princeton-Plainsboro and after seeing the cute older doctor. Well, she decides to have some fun...who knew it would turn into more?

Warnings: Innuendos and crude language.

Part 2

Your Pov

"And that concludes the tour. Now I'll introduce you to your mentor." Dr. Cuddy explained as we stopped at an office belonging to a Dr. James Wilson. I couldn't believe it. I was finally going to be actively working as a doctor.

She knocked on the door and I heard a soft 'Come in.' After looking at me she opened the door and gestured me inside.

"Dr. Wilson, this is Dr. y/n l/n. She's your new trainee oncologist." The man looked up at me. He was cute, brown hair, brown eyes, and definitely older. He smiled at me and got up to shake my hand.

"Dr. Wilson, pleasure to me you." I grasped it as he introduced himself. Oh yeah he's definitely cute.

"Pleasure's all mine." I shook his hand and winked. What? I didn't see a ring. He blushed deeply and let go of my hand.

"Well now that you two have met you can resume your work. Good bye and good luck!" And with that Dr. Cuddy had left.

"So um... I have to set up a patient's chemotherapy. I don't suppose you could handle that as I talk to them?" He seemed to be having a little trouble making eye contact. Poor thing.

"Of course. Lead the way...doctor." I smirked at him.

Once we got to the patient he introduced me and starting to explain what was going on while I got to work on the iv. I had tuned most of it out so as to focus and get it in on the first try.

I had finally got it in and plugged in the medicine. I was making sure it was all alright so asked Wilson to turn on the chemo.

"Turn me on doctor." When nothing happened I turned to see a red faced Wilson.

"Ex-excuse me?" He stuttered. I only smiled at him and pointed to the machine. "Right...of course." He quickly turned it on and after he finished talking to the patient we moved on to the next.

Wilson's Pov

It was lunch and I patiently waited for House to join me and inevitably steal my food. He finally walked in and sat across from me.

"What's the matter? Panties in a twist?" I looked at him and was about to protest but he cut me off. "Oh save it. You're obviously upset about something." He grabbed my plate. "I mean you didn't even try to stop me from taking your food today." I rolled my eyes. Debating if I should actually tell him or not.

"I'm mentoring a new oncologist." I finally gave in.

"Ohh. Are they stupid? Ugly? You can say it I won't judge." I sighed at his comment.

"Actually she is the exact opposite." He perked up at that. "She's incredibly smart, quite attractive, and very bold."

"I don't see the problem. If I were you I'd hit that." I rolled my eyes. "Unless of course the problem is...you want to hit that." I glared at his crude language.

"No I do not want to 'hit that'. It's just..." I once again debated on telling him the details...but then again who else was I going to tell? "She winked at me when we first met, then when we were with a patient she said 'Turn me on doctor.' And then when she was passing a file to a patient she leaned over me with her breasts practically shoved in my face. There's something about her. I don't know if she means anything or if it's all a coincidence." I finally looked up at House and awaited his reaction. He started cackling.

"So your problem is that a girl might be flirting with you?" I grimaced under his stare. "Oh. The problem is that you want it to be intentional. You like like her. Wilson's got a girlfriend. Wilson's got a girlfriend!" He started singing right as she walked into the cafeteria and starting walking towards us. "What you can't take a joke anymore?" He asked confused.

"She's coming!" I whispered. He turned to look but I hit him. "Don't look you idiot!"

Your Pov

I had found the cafeteria and saw Dr. Wilson. Seeing as I know no one else...and for other reasons...I approached his table. He was sitting with a taller, older man.

"Dr. Wilson! Good to see you again!" I greeted as the other turned to look at me.

"Holy shit."

"Excuse me?" I asked the man.

"Sorry about him. This is Dr. House. House this is my trainee...Dr. l/n." I looked between the two boys as they looked like I had barged in on a secret meeting before extending my hand to Dr. House.

"Pleasure to meet you." I smiled.

"Pleasure's all mine." He winked at me.

"I'm sure it is." I laughed at the older man's obvious flirting. "Anyways I just wanted to say hi seeing as I don't know anyone else." I said as I turned to Wilson who seemed shocked at what he just saw. "So...hi." I smiled at him. That seemed to knock him out of it.

"Oh. Hi." He stared up at me. "Uh...would you...would you like to join us?" I smiled at the invitation.

"Sure! But I have to go get my lunch...would you like me to get yours too?" I asked seeing as he had no plate in front of him. He only stared with a goofy look on his face. Did I mention this man was cute?

"Huh?" I pointed at the empty space in front of him at the table. He snapped out of his trance "Oh right. Um no it's fine. Thank you though." I said a small 'ok' and went off to get my lunch.

Wilson's Pov

"Way to be subtle loverboy." I turned to House.

"What?"

"Come on! You stared at her the entire time and then watched her as she left to get lunch. She has a great ass by the way same with the tits. I swear if you don't go after her I will." I shook my head at his words.

"I can't go after her. She's younger than me. Besides we both know how my love life goes."

"Yeah it's shit. But come on she could just be a fling. You don't need a big relationship." He argued. I rolled my eyes, he really didn't get it.

"And then I have to work with her for the rest of my life and it's awkward. Great plan!" I said sarcastically. He only scoffed. "Wait shut up. Here she comes."

Your Pov

After I got back to the boys we all talked together and House continuously hit on me while Wilson apologized for him and stared at me. Over all? It was awkward but nice. Now was the end of the work day and after spending the entire afternoon ruffling Wilson's feathers I decided to go for it. I mean what's the worst that could happen?

I was about to leave when Wilson asked if he could walk me out to my car. We finally got to my car and we were alone. It's now or never.

"Hey wait! So do you want to go on a date?" I asked. I tried to sound confident but it was starting to crack as I saw him just stare at me. "James?" He jolted out of the trance.

"Right! I-I would love to!" I smiled and reached into my purse for the scrap of paper I had prepared in case this went well.

"Great! So here's my number and address...pick me up at 8?" I asked, hoping he didn't have plans. He looked at the paper and then up at me.

"Uh. Sure! See you at 8 then." He seemed flustered. I smiled at him and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"See you." And with that I left to get ready for my date.

I got home with 45 minutes to get ready. I quickly freshened up, chose a simple black dress that could easily go from day to night since I didn't know where we were going, put on some makeup with red lipstick to make it pop, and black kitten heels. By the time everything was finished and ready I heard my apartment doorbell ring. I quickly walked over to answer it, hoping I didn't look overdressed.

When I opened the door I was faced with Dr. Wilson. He had on a different button down shirt from earlier and slacks. I smiled at him and asked him in for a quick drink. I had him sit on the couch well I went to get some water for the both of us before we left.

"You have a lovely apartment Dr. l/n." I could hear the uneasiness in his voice. I chuckled.

"Thank you but please call me y/n." I entered with our drinks. He looked me up and down.

"Right o-of course." He blushed. "You look wonderful. Suddenly I feel underdressed." I sat down next to him and smirked.

"Not nearly enough." I winked as he turned scarlet. I giggled at his reaction. "Anyways...where would you like to go?"

"Me?" He pointed at himself. I shook my head holding back a laugh at the confused expression on his face.

"Yes, you. We can go to a club, bar, restaurant, hell we could go to McDonald's for all I care!" I laughed while he shook his head in amusement.

"Well, there's a nice bar a few blocks away if you're interested. " I just smiled at him and off we went.

We were a few drinks in just talking about our lives when the bartender came up with a drink.

"Compliments of the man at that table." She pointed to a man in the corner of the house who winked at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the tender.

"Not that I want to be wasteful, but can you just dump it? You can never be too careful...besides I'm on a date." I placed my hand on Jame's and smiled at him. I could tell he was getting a little antsy at the situation. She nodded politely and dumped the drink, and I turned to James. "So where were we?" We continued talking when the next thing I know is I'm being turned around. I looked up to see the man from earlier maliciously smirking down at me.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing with this guy?" I frowned at the situation, but he continued. "You know it isn't polite to waste a drink someone's bought for you." The more he eyed me like a piece of meat, the more nervous I got, but I tried not to show it. "Why don't you trade that lemon for a Mustang." He motioned towards James and then himself. I scoffed. This guy is disgusting.

"Oh, I already did. You see, I used to date a guy like you...ya know a 'lemon'. But now I've got my Mustang and I'm happier than ever." I rubbed Jame's thigh to prove my point. The guy scoffed and walked off, thankfully deciding not to cause a scene. I smirked and turned back to James, who seemed a little shocked. My brow furrowed at his expression. "Are you ok?" He shook his head like he was knocked out of deep thought.

"Yeah! Yeah. I'm ok." He looked up at me and grasped my hand that was still on his thigh. "You didn't have to do that. You know." I shook my head.

"Nonsense. You're my hot date, and everyone should know it. Especially that sleaze." I smiled as he lightly chuckled. "Anyways. You were saying you went to McGill? That's in Montreal right?" He nodded. "Did you pick up any French?"

"At the time, yeah. But I'm quite rusty." He said as if he knew what my next question would be. "I'm not so sure I can speak it anymore, though." I softly smiled as I brought our hands up to the table.

"Can you try? For me?" I tried. He laughed at my lame attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Um...Je ne comprends pas pourquoi une belle jeune fille comme toi veut sortir avec un mec comme moi." (I don't understand why a beautiful young girl like you wants to date a guy like me.) I frowned at his broken response.

"Simple, vous êtes doux, gentil, attentionné et indéniablement beau." (Simple, you are sweet, kind, caring, and undeniably handsome.) I cupped his face in my hands so that we met eyes and smiled sweetly.

"You-you speak French?" He stuttered as his cheeks grew warm. I nodded.

"What can I say? In high-school it was either Spanish or French. I'm a sucker for romance." I shrugged. I looked behind him and saw a pool table. I stood up and tugged him behind me.

"You played me?" I laughed a little, still dragging him along until we got to the table.

"Maybe...let's play pool!"