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[cherriesformatt]

finding out || matt sturniolo part 1

matt x fem!reader

summary: you have a pregnancy scare and you take few tests while your boyfriend is working completely clueless

warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy, nearly panic attack, lots of emotions

word count: 966

a/n: thanks for reading! I was thinking if you like it maybe I could make another part :) also I only proofread it once so I hope there isn’t many mistakes!

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Matt, Chris and Nick were upstairs filming a new podcast episode. I was over at their house since Friday. That would make four days. I was feeling under the weather those past days and Matt told me to stay with them in case I would get sick and needed some help. The thing was I did not have a fever or sore throat. I was just feeling like crap and I was constantly annoyed.

Yesterday I snapped at Chris for basically nothing. He was just leaning on the counter opening his drink while I was making dinner for all of us. I yelled at him to start drinking water or else he would have kidney stones and told him to get out of my way.

"Bro are you on your period or what?" He asked putting his hands up for defense.

The thing was - I wasn't. That's what I relised after his comment.

Whole night I was stressing out and that was all I was thinking about. No period, feeling like crap, feeling sick and tired. I didn’t get any sleep that night.

The moment they told me they are going to film I knew I had like two hours to myself. I ordered door dash from CVS to the house and I impatiently waited for it to be delivered. I ruined my new gel nails by constantly picking on them from the stress and overthinking.

I got a notification from my phone that my order is here. I run downstairs to the front door to get it. I got my bag and closed the doors back. I went downstairs to Chris's bathroom to be as far from them as I could.

"Fuck" I said to myself putting four different pregnancy tests on the counter.

"Okay I can do this, right?" I looked at myself in the mirror.

I looked like a scare crow honestly. I didn't have any make up on, my hair wasn't fresh and I wore oversized set of fresh love that I found in Matt’s closet because I did not feel comfortable in my own clothes.

I released I forgot a cup so I ran back upstairs for a plastic cup and went back down.

I did what I had to do and put all of the tests into the cup and then I closed them and put them in one line back on the counter.

I cleaned up the cup and I realized I am shaking and tears are streaming down my face.

Because what are we going to do? Matt is not even 21 yet, making his dreams come true with his brothers and in peak of their career. I am constantly working and don't even always have great decisions for myself let alone to rise a decent human. I am great with kids, he is great with kids, but we do not even talked about this like ever. What the fuck, he is living here with his brothers, there is no place for a baby here.

"I can’t, I can’t do this" I stormed out of the bathroom and run upstairs.

Next thing I know is that everyone is staring at me while I froze on the top of the stairs in the middle of the podcast studio. I must have looked like a disaster because Nick stood up to hold my arm as I almost collapsed back down.

"wow wow... easy. Y/n what happend? What's wrong?" Nick holds me while I look into Matt's cancerned eyes as he stands up to take me from Nick’s arms.

"Matt..Matt I need you to come with me downstairs" I said.

My voice was shaky and my breath unsteady.

"Honey..." Matt stroked my back gently.

His brothers did not know what to say or do so they just gave us some space. I was glad this whole thing wasn't live out here because I knew I did put quite a show for the cameras.

He helped me walk down the stairs and while we were in the kitchen I pulled his arm to walk to the lower floor.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me while we stopped by the bathroom doors.

I knew the tests were ready to look at and check. But I was too scared to look at them alone.

"Matt... just promised you won't be mad at me?" I looked at him and I do not even know why I asked him. I already knew he would not be mad at me. He was the best person I know.

"Whatever it is honey I would never be mad at you... I think I might know what is this about" He pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my temple. Of course he knew, he always does. He could read me like an open book.

"O-okay..." I took a deep breath, opened the door and pointed at the counter.

Matt bit his lip and took a deep breath as well.

"I just couldn't do it Matt... I need you to check them" I said and took a seat on the closed toilet.

Matt took all of them and just looked once but I already knew judging by his eyes. He put them back down and kneeled beside me.

"I want you to know that whatever you decide...I will be there y/n." He hugged me tight to his body.

"I love you so much... I am fucking scared shitless right now but as long as it is with you I know we can do this" He whispered in my neck.

I closed my eyes and just cried. I just wasn't ready of all of this. But in the same time I thought that this might be my missing piece.

In the world of boys he's a gentleman.

[7ndipity]

Dating headcanons pt.2

Jungkook x Reader

Warnings: swearing, crack

A/N: Yes, more headcanons, because I had too much fun working on the first batch of lists and kept thinking of more ideas, so we're back for pt.2! If y'all have any random hcs about the members, I'd love to hear them too!💜

Masterlist

Requests are open

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The most random dates/hangouts. Wanna help dye his hair? Can he dye your hair?(say no, please)

Likes painting your nails(if you're into that) and is actually really good at it.

Makes you playlists, but half of them are titled like "💃🍒✨😭🏜🔮" and your just like "wtf?"(the songs don't help clue you in on the theme either)

Honestly, dating him means you're at least a little confused at all times.

Likes to cook for you, but he will not tell what it is he's making and turns it into a guessing game.

Either answers your texts in the first 2 mins or never fucking answers at all because he thinks he waited too long and the moment has passed(it has not, pick up your damn phone!)

When he does text you, it's the most random shit tho.

"What should my codename be?" Why would you need a codename?" "So we can talk in public without people recognizing me." "They'll still be able to see you tho?" "But they won't know it's me, because of the codename"(this was his Coachella logic 100%)

Refuses to introduce you to any of the '97 line groupchat. "Please, you know how much I love Stray Kids." "I thought you loved me?!"

Likes acting like the big tough boyfriend, but he is the biggest baby with you.

*coughs noona/hyung kink sorry, what?

Makes up silly songs for/about you.

Would probably get a tattoo inspired by you(or maybe even couples tattoos, if you wanted)

Refuses to fall asleep until he hears your voice /tells you goodnight.

If you have spots and freckles, he likes to trace lines and patterns between them when he's bored or tired, drawing tiny constellations on your skin.

[creative-heart]

hello ! i didn’t know that you were taking requests omg i would have spam you sooner. i don’t know if you have seen enzo’s last ig story in snow but ommmg if you could write a fluffy request based on that story

like reader wakes up and she doesn’t find him, she just found a little note that he went walking into the forest so she goes back to sleep and when she wakes up after, she opens her insta and found his ig story. immediately she tells him to come back in their apartment bc she’s terribly afraid he might get lost in the snow or catch a big cold

he’s like no never im strong and i survived lsdln lmfao but when he comes back even though he doesn’t want to admit it, he’s completely frozen and he starts to sneeze and he’s starting to be really sick so reader has to pamper him 🥺🥺 warm a hot bath for him, prepare a soup or a tea, put him in bed.

like i just imagine them being in bed after he supplied her to stay in bed and reader telling him next time stop playing enzo the snow king bc look at you right now baby you have fever and you’re hiding inside my sweater 😭 and him still doesn’t want to admit that he took a big risk for his health, being like « who told u i’m not faking being sick just to sleep under you pullover next to your/my 🍒 » 🤭🤭

okay my imagination might be too big lol

Lucia’s Notes: I love this request dear nonnie, because I feel like he’d be like a little boy when sick. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.

Content Warning: I don’t think there are any warnings, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 690

"Winter's warmth"| Enzo Vogrincic

You wake up when the lack of Enzo’s warm body against yours hits you like a ton of bricks and turn around looking for him curling more into the blankets to shield yourself from the cold of the outside world. As you look around you find a little note on his bedside table and grab it to read it “Morning honey, woke up early and decided to take a stroll around the woods, love you xo. En” You look out the window and see the clouded snowy picture burying yourself back into your blankets and going back to sleep.

An hour or so later, you finally open your eyes and grab your phone to start roaming all the social media and messages you might have missed. When you finally fall onto Instagram Enzo’s story is the first one up there, you click on it to see what your fugitive boyfriend’s been up to while you slept in. One look at his snow-covered hair is enough to make you shoot up on the bed sitting up hastily calling this crazy man you call yours. As soon as you hear the click on the line of the call being picked up you say “Enzo Vogrincic Roldan, what the fuck are you doing out there with this snowstorm!? You’re gonna get sick, you could get lost even!” the tone of your voice rising in alarm at the thought of your boyfriend wandering too far from the apartment you rented for your holiday and not being able to find his way back safely. 

You hear his low melodious lazy laugh on the other end of the call “Good morning to you too chiquita, don’t worry about it, I’m not far and I’ve figured out how to get back, and as to getting sick, I would never, I survived filming La sociedad, remember? I’m immune to cold” You roll your eyes at his stupid bravado “Don’t roll your eyes baby, I’m fine, I’ll be there soon with some pastries for breakfast, you get some coffee started, will you?” you sigh getting up “just come back love”. As you hang up you get up putting on one of his sweaters that are just lying around the room before heading to the kitchen smiling at the fireplace in the living room. Just as you’re pouring the mugs of hot coffee Enzo walks into the apartment ruffling the snow off his long raven-colored locks and trying to muffle a sneeze so you won’t hear it. You shoot around as he’s failed to conceal it from you. “I’m just fine babe, don’t look at me like that” Enzo retorts to your arched brow.

Later on that day you can see him shivering and sneezing more frequently and look at him “Ok, that’s it, you’re coming down with a cold love, I’ll draw you a warm bath and make you some tea with honey for when you get out” And he knows by the look on your face to better not argue it and nods softly “thank you love”. 

Once he’s out of the bath and you’re both cuddled in bed with your tea mugs as you play with his unruly locks absentmindedly you whisper “Now, could you stop playing Enzo king in the north and not go out in the snow next time? look how you’re feeling now, you have a fever, you’re even hiding in my sweater like a little kitten” you kiss his forehead to check if the paracetamol you gave him has started working yet. He shoots his face up to look at you, glossy eyes trying to look offended by what you said, “But I’m not sick baby, I just enjoy cuddling my girlfriend and snuggling away on my…sorry, your boobs”. You laugh at his silly statement and nod softly “I’m sure that’s it baby”. You keep playing with his hair seeing him slowly drift off to sleep as you admire his peaceful features tracing his nose lightly with your finger and smiling to yourself wondering how you ever got so lucky to get to share your life with a man such as this.

P.S: This was just adorable to write, I had the silliest smile on the whole time. I really hope you enjoyed it.

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[deafeninggardenerpanda]

For the OC ask meme:

🧋🪞🔮🍒🕰️💌

for any combination of Remidee, Alexandria, or Sunset :3

WAHOOOOOOOOOO oh thank you so much. you know i love designing alternate outfits and coming up with random scenarios i'll never use again xoxoxo

some of yours other people asked for too, so i'll hold off on answering them!

🪞 (Mirror) - What would their Mirror World counterpart be like? If they are a Mirror World counterpart, what traits of theirs are reflected? Do the two of them get along?

for context, because i dont think people outside of artfight know much of remidee, they're an apothecary who deals minorly in fighting and magic as an aspiration. due to how injuries work in my mirrorverse, traditional medicine is in extremely low demand and basically not needed. mirror!remidee has leaned almost totally into being a fighter as a result. coincidentally enough, this also reflects regular remidee's worst insecurities for reasons that are a bit too wordy to explain right now

after the fall of shadow dedede's monarchy, they found themself in mirror floralia as a refugee. they're not as good as fighting as the rest of the army, but the queen isnt one to turn away someone so loyal and ready to dedicate themself to the kingdom. officially theyre in the army as a fighter of the same level of the sectra dees, but really theyve been designated as just the guy that brings the banner into battle

mir!remidee would scare the absolute hell out of regular remidee, for reasons they couldn't quite place, even though mir!remidee is actually quite nice. it's the existential dread, remidee....

🕰️ (Clock) - What would a Dreamy Gear version of them look like? What sort of accessories would they have? What kind of role do they play?

on the other end of the spectrum, dreamy gear remidee has leaned fully into being an apothecary, considering there's no need for fighting and magic is extremely rare. they keep a pretty nice shop in the town of wind (<novel lore, for you folks who don't know). they seem richer than the other residents or overly-well off at first glance, but medicinal ingredients are very difficult to get a hold of in this setting, and they're quite passionate about their work, so they have a lot of high quality supplies

dg sunset is a carrier pigeon, basically. child of single dad manager dedede, they help deliver mail. though they have a habit of getting into trouble more often than not on the job while jumping from rooftop to rooftop. remidee has a sense of disdain for dedede in this universe thanks to sunset's shenanigans

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

Sunset: i don't hc the mirror counterparts to be related to or have familial relations with their regular counterparts, but dmk would definitely be the fun uncle to sunset. both magolor and taranza get a thumbs down from her, not because of their past crimes, but simply because she thinks they're "kinda weird and annoying"

Remidee: i swear to god this has absolutely nothing to do with my own affinity for zan but remidee admires zan a lot. combining elemental magic with weaponry is notoriously hard in my universe, requiring a lot of skill and control to do. remidee is practicing spearplay and electric/beam magic, so this lines up very well. marx scares remidee a lot.

Alexandria: alexandria doesnt get any friends for reasons relating to her Themes. but im sure shed be extremely fond of kirby himself. gooey too i think! she also keeps her distaste for people well hidden, or is quite open minded--it's difficult to tell, so nothing for the "gets along with the least" part of the question either.

🔮 (Crystal Ball) - Out of all the treasures in the Great Cave Offensive, Kirby is letting your OC pick one from his stash to keep! Which one do they pick, and why?

[your-divine-ribs]

Truth or Dare Part 1

Words: 3.8k

Your friend Van has a confession to make… he’s still a virgin // naturally you decide to help him out // friends to lovers // first part is sfw 🍒

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"Truth or Dare!"

Bondy slams the shot glasses down on the pub table with so much force that some of the contents spill out on to the surface. The smile on his face is wide and very lopsided, a true indicator of the fact that he's inebriated. And we're not just talking tipsy here. He's well and truly smashed. But then you have been sitting in the pub all afternoon, your intention of a quick pint turning into 'just one more' and then before you knew it a full-on all day drinking session had ensued and it's now getting dark outside.

"Fucking 'ell mate, you're steaming! Maybe we shouldn't be having any more." Van eyes the glasses of clear liquid cautiously, and his wary expression raises a laugh from you.

"Oh my god Van, don't get all sensible on us now," you say, leaning across the small gap between the two of you in the booth you're sitting in. "What's up, is it past your bedtime or something?"

"Yeah, you bloody lightweight, c'mon. Y/N's up for it, aren't ya Y/N?" Bondy slurs, picking up one of the glasses and raising it to his puckered lips.

"Hey, not yet!" You cry, grabbing his wrist before he can tip the contents into his mouth. "You need to choose... Truth or Dare!"

"Dare!" Bondy's eyes light up and a manic grin emerges and you giggle to yourself.

Even Van's starting to laugh now. That's just the thing when you're around Bondy, you can't help yourself. He's rubbing his hands together like he can't wait to hear what crazy antics are in store for him.

"Dare ya to go and pull a moonie at those old ladies sat outside in the smoking area!" Van chortles and you all erupt into laughter.

Bondy's already up and out of his seat but you make a grab for his arm, stopping him. "No way! You can't do that John, you'll get us all kicked out!"

Then you have a sudden flash of inspiration as you look around the pub and notice one of the regulars sitting at the bar. "Dare you to go and give old Frank at the bar a sexy lap-dance!"

Frank has a jovial nature and he's like a piece of furniture in this establishment and you know he'll take it all in good fun. Bondy shoots up out of his seat, fixing Frank with a ridiculous smouldering look before slinking over, swinging his hips and gyrating in front of him. You and Van are in fits of laughter, tears of mirth rolling down your faces as your friend finally makes his way back to the table and flops down, grabbing a shot glass.

"You have no shame Mr Bond!" You giggle, as he turns to you, raising an eyebrow.

"Your turn now Y/N. C'mon, what'll it be?"

"Dare!" You blurt out, feeling reckless. You know the lads won't be merciful on you, you can already see the mischievous twinkle in Van's eye, but before he has a chance to speak, Bondy's leaning forward to tell you your fate.

"I dare you..." he says with a grin, speaking slow like he's drawing out the anticipation, then his eyes flick to Van and back again. "...to give Van a kiss!"

He says the last line with a triumphant kind of flourish, sitting back in his seat with his arms folded, like he's preparing to watch what's about to unfold.

Fuck...

You've been friends with Van for two years now. You met at the radio station that you were interning at when the band came in for an interview about the release of their debut album, and you can remember the day now as if it were yesterday. You were just carrying the morning coffee order from Starbucks for you and your manager into the building when the door swung open with force, knocking the cups clean out of your hands, one crashing to the floor and emptying out on to the pavement and the other up-ending all over your white t-shirt, the steaming hot contents practically scalding you.

"Fuck that's hot!" You'd cried out, instantly pulling the fabric of your t-shirt away from your scorched chest, glancing up to see a skinny, lanky looking lad with scruffy hair in front of you, mouth agape, with a mortified expression on his face.

"Shit!" He'd exclaimed. "I’m so sorry! Here... let me give you a hand..."

He'd reached out then, one hand moving towards your chest as if to brush it down. You reacted in an instant, jumping back, swatting at his intruding hand. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Wha..." he'd started with a look of bewilderment. "I was just...."

He'd trailed off, his look of confusion starting to transform into an understanding as you glared at him, dripping with coffee, but you didn't give him a chance to explain himself. It had been a bad enough morning and this was just the final straw.

"First you try and scald me to death and now you're trying to touch me up?"

He'd looked speechless for a moment, before a small grin had twitched at the edges of his lips and he'd thrown his hands up in the air. "What can I say love? I'm a fucking idiot! I'm really sorry... truly. Look, d'ya want my shirt? You can have my shirt..."

To your complete astonishment his hands had gone to the buttons of his shirt and he'd started to undo them, until you'd shouted loudly that no, you didn't want his shirt, it was fine. He'd stopped then, but not before you'd seen a glimpse of dark chest hair on his pale skin, a little voice in your head telling you that maybe you shouldn't have stopped him quite so soon...

He really was quite attractive, if you could look past the shit hair-cut and the ripped jeans that seemed to be more holes than denim. Piercing blue eyes looked out from under his shaggy locks and his smile was just a little crooked, giving him a slightly mischievous look as he beamed at you now, watching your angry expression soften into a smile of your own, your cheeks warming with a scarlet flush.

The rest, as they say, is history. Van had charmed you over a cup of coffee in the cafeteria which he'd insisted on buying you after the mishap, and you became fast friends. Fast forward a few years and your friendship had just gone from strength to strength, but it had never progressed into anything more. There'd always been plenty of playful flirting but that was as far as it went. The truth was you were too cautious and since Van's band had taken off you were all too aware that he was becoming quite the heartthrob, girls screaming his name at gigs and simpering over him afterwards at fan meet and greets. Despite your closeness you never discussed hook-ups, but you were sure they were plentiful. Van was a young lad in his prime after all, and the years had been kind, transforming his once awkward looks into an attractiveness that you just couldn't ignore. You tried hard to though...

"Christ, anyone would think you'd been asked to kiss a fucking bulldog!" Van quips, taking in your horrified expression that you're trying hard to hide but not quite managing to pull off.

You know you should just get on with it, it's just a stupid dare after all, but your pulse is racing and your cheeks are glowing at the prospect. You don't want the lads to know this though.

"There's a massive difference Van," you say dryly. "Bulldogs are cute!"

You take a surreptitious deep breath, ignoring Van's protesting and Bondy's sniggering, and lean over towards Van, eyes fixed on his lips.

They look pink and full and you watch as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. Your heart's practically beating out of your ribcage as you close your eyes and lean in.

Time seems to stand still for a moment as your lips meet Van's and he presses his own against yours with a surprising firmness, then you feel his tongue swipe across your lips and you spring back, shocked, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

"Bloody hell Van!" You exclaim, moving back in your seat awkwardly, glancing across at Bondy whose eyes are wide with a knowing smirk.

"Sorry!" Van mumbles, eyes dropping down as he grabs hold of his pint glass. "I'm just a bit pissed, that's all..."

An uncomfortable silence has fallen over the table and you shift where you're sitting, your mind spinning with thoughts you probably shouldn't be thinking. Thankfully Bondy comes to your rescue, pushing a shot glass across the table towards Van.

"Your turn mate!"

Van takes a slurp from his pint, draining it before he sets it down on the table, then he pushes the shot glass away. "Think I'll give it a miss, reckon I've had enough."

"Oh no... me and Y/N have done ours, you're not getting away with it that easily!" Bondy urges, moving the glass back.

You decide to join in, welcoming the distraction.

"Yeah Van, wanna get my own back on you for slobbering all over me!" You jest, pleased when his face cracks into a grin.

"In yer dreams sweetheart!" He shoots back.

This is more like it, the awkwardness from the embarrassing kiss dissipating as you slip back into your usual dynamic of two friends having fun, taking the piss out of each other good-naturedly.

Van gives in eventually after some more teasing, choosing 'truth' before leaning back, waiting to hear his challenge.

Bondy leans across the table towards his friend, his voice low, almost conspiratorial. "Okay then... I wanna know what happened with that blonde girl after the show in Manchester last week. You know, the one with the big..."

"Nothing!" Van cries urgently, his eyes darting to you before going back to Bondy. "We just chatted, that's all!"

"Hmm... a likely story," Bondy replies. "You went back to her hotel room didn't you?"

You weren't expecting this. Jealousy sinks in your gut like a lead weight at the news and all of a sudden you wish that you'd left Van alone and not pushed him to join in with the game. Images flash through your head of him getting up close and personal with a mystery blonde and the bitter taste of envy floods your mouth. You grab for your pint glass and drain it, slamming it back on the table with more force than necessary which causes Van's eyes to flick over to you again.

"Come on then, spill the gossip!" You blurt, your faux cheerful tone just sounding brash and forced. "Yet another notch on the old bedpost, eh?"

Van glances down, shifting in his seat. "Nothing happened. She just gave me a demo CD to listen to. Her boyfriend's in a band, see."

"Fuck off!" Bondy chides jokingly. "She was well up for it. Don't act all innocent just 'cause Y/N's here!"

Van looks uneasy now, his eyes flicking between you and Bondy. You start to feel a little bad for him, wondering why he's acting so awkwardly when you're only playing a silly game. He's usually the first one to join in with silly banter, never taking himself too seriously. You remain silent, but Bondy is undeterred, further needling Van.

"Come on man, you're no fucking angel so don't make out you are! I've heard all the stories from when you guys first started touring! Benji said you used to brag about the girls you'd pulled all the time!"

Van looks genuinely flustered now, and you're shocked to see it, your mind scrambling to wonder what on earth he might have been getting up to with this girl to be acting so uncharacteristically cagey about the experience.

"This is fucking stupid, I'm going out for a fag!" He suddenly mutters, rising up on to his feet in a second, digging in his jacket pocket for his cigarettes, an exasperated expression on his face.

You and Bondy just look at each other, and you see Bondy open his mouth to say something which will only more than likely wind Van up even further so you shoot him a look which surprisingly works, and he falls quiet, leaning back in his seat. You quickly stand up, reaching out your hand to touch Van's arm just as he's about to turn away.

"Got a spare one of those for me then?"

Van turns then, a surprised look on his face. "I thought you were supposed to be giving up?"

"Yeah well, one won't hurt will it?" You say, linking your arm through Van's as he makes for the door.

It's been a warm day, but the spring evening air is cool, and you pull your thin denim jacket around your body, wishing you'd worn something a little more substantial than the tiny summer dress you've got on underneath. Van climbs up on to one of the picnic benches, sitting on the table top with his feet on the bench below, and he takes your hand to pull you up as you step up to sit beside him.

"You'll catch your death out 'ere in that!" Van says, eyes trailing over your legs at the goose pimples that have erupted all over your skin.

"I'm okay, it's not that cold," you reply, trying not to show it, but you don't fool Van, who just moves closer so that your bodies are flush against each other, your bare thigh brushing up against his denim-clad one.

"You're shivering," he states, slipping an arm over your shoulder, drawing you in even closer. "You're so bloody nesh."

"Says the man who wears a jumper and a jacket performing on stage in sweltering Brazil!" You giggle, letting your body melt into Van's as he envelopes you in his warmth.

He produces a packet of cigarettes from his jeans pocket with his free hand and holds them out to you and you take two, one for yourself and one for him which you slip between his lips.

"Got a light? I seem to have my hands full!" He mumbles around the cigarette, and you dig in your jacket pocket for your lighter, pleased that he doesn't seem to want to let go of you.

You light your own cigarette then lean in to light Van's, sheltering the flame with your hand. The sun's already beginning its descent and the evening light is fading fast, and you admire the way the flickering glow from your lighter illuminates Van's profile. He looks pensive as he takes an inhale and blows out the smoke into the evening air.

"Van... are you okay?" You say quietly. "You just seem a little... off tonight."

He turns to you with a slightly startled look on his face, likely due to your serious tone. You usually try to keep things lighthearted when you're around Van, but you can't help but wonder if he has something on his mind with the way he's been acting.

"Yeah, yeah sure, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

You look away, taking a deep inhale on your own cigarette before you reply, looking out over the pub garden. You can feel his eyes on you as you speak. "I don't know, you just don't seem quite yourself. You normally love Bondy's silly drunken games."

"Yeah well... maybe I just don't want to discuss my sex life down the pub in front of you lot." His voice has an edge and you feel the weight of his arm lift from your shoulder as he slips it away.

You immediately miss his warmth and his closeness and you curse yourself inwardly for pursuing something which obviously makes him uncomfortable, but you can't help yourself, intrigue gets the better of you.

"Thought you guys liked nothing better than boasting about your conquests. Bondy said..."

"Bondy knows fuck all!"  The words come out with force and his eyes flash angrily, and it's so unlike him you find yourself recoiling.

"Jesus! Keep your hair on!" You exclaim, shocked. "I was only teasing."

You're a little taken aback and you shift uneasily where you sit, taking the last drag on the cigarette and reaching over to stub it out on the ashtray. You'd been hoping to cheer Van up, but maybe it's time you just called it a night and went home if he's going to be this moody. It's probably for the best, after all you've all probably just had too much to drink.

"Fuck... I'm sorry!" Van suddenly blurts, just as you're about to tell him that you're going to make a move.

You turn then, watching his face scrunch into a sheepish expression. "Look... I didn't mean to snap at you, it’s just... I didn't want you to think I was... errr….”

He pauses, trying to find the right word, and you're only too happy to help him, hoping you can alleviate the serious atmosphere at the same time.

"A man-whore?" You grin.

Your cheeky description has the desired effect. A loud laugh accompanied by a snorting noise bursts from Van and he leans forward, slapping his thigh. "Fucking man-whore? Cheers Y/N! Glad to hear you think so highly of me!"

You giggle. "Well? If the cap fits!"

"Alright you pair?" A loud voice sounds out and you both look up to see Larry walking towards you. "Heard you were down here. Is Bondy inside? Shall I get another round in?"

You're tempted to stay but you really are feeling lightheaded now, and you just know that one more will move you from the 'pleasantly tipsy' category into the 'dangerously pissed' one. That will only lead to the rest of the evening passing by in a complete blur, followed by you likely falling asleep with your face in a kebab and waking up to a monstrous hangover the next morning.

"Hi Larry, thanks but I think I'll pass. I reckon I've had enough. I'm gonna head home."

"Me too," Van pipes up, which surprises you. "Why don't ya go and join Bondy? He's on one tonight."

Then he turns to you. "Fancy sharing a taxi back?"

You both live at opposite ends of town, but you don't protest. In typical Van style he won't be happy with you getting a taxi on your own, ever mindful of making sure you get home safely. You agree and say goodnight to Larry, then Van jumps down off the table, holding out his hand to grab yours to guide you down safely. You hop down, your foot landing awkwardly on the paving slabs, and you lurch to the side, yelping out. Van's hands are around your waist in a second, saving you from a fall.

"How drunk are ya?" He chuckles as you right yourself, laughing at your clumsiness.

As predicted, Van insists on the taxi dropping you off first, even though his house is a five minute journey from here and yours is twice the distance. He won't accept your offer of paying half the fare either, grabbing your hand as you hold out a ten pound note to him, and trying to guide it back into your jacket pocket.

"Keep it! I'm not letting ya pay, okay?"

"But you always pay, it's my turn. It must be." You answer, resisting even though you know it's futile, a little glow shooting through you at the feel of Van's warm fingers curled around your hand, protesting just so that you can prolong it.

"Nuh-uh," he shakes his head, insistent. "Just buy me a pint next time we go out or something, yeah?"

You finally agree, just when Van's phone starts ringing, distracting him, and you feel his grip on your hand loosen. You sit back, looking out the window at the dark streets, feeling further disappointment as you realise that you're now only one street away from your house. Van's speaking loudly on the phone, expressing his dismay at something, hands patting down his jeans pockets. You sit forward to instruct the taxi driver where to stop.

"You're not gonna believe it," Van says just as the car pulls up at the kerb outside your house. "That was Larry. I've gone and left my bloody house keys in the pub haven't I? Must've fallen out my pocket."

"Oh no," you reply, giving Van a little frown, but this isn't bad news at all. In fact it's probably the best news you've had all evening. You've been trying to eke out your evening with him, and now you've just been handed the ideal excuse to do so on a silver platter.

"Why don't you come to mine then, just for a bit, until Larry goes home? You can call another cab later... or you know... you can always stop over if you like." Inconveniently you feel a sudden warmth flood your cheeks which is entirely unexpected, so you quickly turn your head, hoping Van doesn't notice, mumbling that it's not a problem when he enthusiastically accepts, paying the driver then scooting across the back seat to exit the car just behind you.

"Ahh thanks love, you're a lifesaver!" Van slings an affectionate arm over your shoulder as you fumble in your bag for your keys, gasping as you drop them clumsily on the drive, and Van darts forward to snatch them up.

"Think I'm more drunk than I realise!" You snigger, stumbling on the path as Van nudges into your side, sending you swaying to the side.

"Shit, sorry," he chuckles, a steadying hand curling around your waist. "Reckon I am too!"

You suddenly feel a twinge of nervous excitement in the pit of your belly. Van's been back to yours many a time over the course of your friendship, but there's just something about tonight, an air of something that feels like anticipation. Maybe it's the awkward kiss you shared back in the pub, or the way Van seems to be reaching out for you so much, the warm smile that lingers on his lips as you push through the door and turn back to hold it open for him, waiting for him to follow...

Read Part 2

[italoniponic]

okay, okay

can I plz request a short story w/ silver using 2nd POV (using you instead of y/n) about him getting kabedonned OR flustered by the reader

bonus if the reader is like smooth, but like teenager-smooth... as in the reader and silver thinks they're acting cool but then lilia's out here sipping tea being like "...cringe, but it is love."

LMAO the whole DIASOMNIA gang watching us fluster silver HELP

everyday I think of my wife and cry

i spend an hour in my bed doing nothing but thinking of him yesterday until midnight

😊 fun!

many thanks in advance~

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, my fellow Cherry! Christ, this ask… where do I even begin talking about this ask?? I tried to blend some of your suggestions together and it really got into a cringe-worthy but funny situation.  Reader’s smooth antics are kinda inspired by how Maleficent talked to Philip in the og movie (yk the scenes). And I CURSE tumblr and my own mature mind for sensing a tension I never once saw on those scenes. Not on ship lever or anything but, oh God, it’s… cursed tension, simply cursed tension (I also blame Maleficent’s eye movements, they’re so well animated and this is great and cruel at times) And wow, I already made some sort of cheeky reader for a Riddle request but this reader? This one?! The shameless disastrous flirt? The way I managed to combine two languages pick-up lines?? I was dying in ways I never thought was possible, this is a comedy masterpiece! I really hope you like it! (really) Thanks for the request <3 |

Silver x g!n cheeky and flirtatious reader / ft. diasomnia gang as support /scenario / comedy-kun kabedonned fluff-chan~ / 1,4k words / use of “you” pronouns

Cherry’s Harvesting event 🍒 Masterlist

Flustered Beauty

You didn't have to wonder or ask how Silver got into that sudden situation because you were the one to blame for it. Let's recap the scene a little.

Once upon a time, a simple and innocent Silver had invited you to spend the afternoon on Diasomnia. You could study, walk around, or just spend time together in his bedroom, eventually sleeping in anticipation of something peculiar happening to you — with the eccentric students there and your own magnet for trouble, that was more normal than it should really be.

But little did he know that in the middle of an empty hallway on the way to his room, you would pin him against a cold gray stone wall. Your strong gaze was lit by the greenish fire of the lamps held by busts of dragons, as if you were one too.

“Silver, Silver, Silver…,” you chuckled, softly. “You shouldn't let your guard down that easily.”

“Well, you really took me by surprise,” Silver commented. Until that moment, unshaken.

“Surprise? Ah, my dear! I’m surprised that I have always set a trap for a peasant and, wow, I catched a prince.”

It was when you lifted Silver's chin with the tip of your index finger that he felt something strange ring in his heart. If it were anyone else, this audacity and manner of speaking to him would be answered with complete indifference or a silent fury in his crystal clear eyes. But with you? His blood boiled, burning with an emotion never seen before.

Although you acted like that with Silver most of the time, he just never quite got it. He knew you were a very open person, able to say anything that came to mind. And despite the confusions that this sometimes caused, the two of you matched very well together.

“Silver, have I already told you how beautiful your eyes are?,” you asked, squinting your own eyes lightly.

Silver's eyes blinked. He felt so inexplicably lost.

“It's a habit, dear. I don't think I can control it. Is that you're so beautiful, Silver…”

“You already said.”

“I said that only about your eyes.”

You grinned. You could feel your hands getting cold from the wall but you were enjoying that so much and Silver was making no effort to escape your hold, something he — as a future knight — knew well how to disarm. Silver was completely focused on you, not a sign of sleep able to distract him.

Perhaps that's why neither of you seemed to notice the presence of a small student nearby, eating a pack of grape-flavored gum bats with silent speed. Lilia was absolutely entertained by that scene and didn't want to interrupt you in any way.

“Silver, is your father a baker?,” he heard you ask.

Silver was going to say something, but you interrupted him.

“It's because you’re quite a bun.”

“That's old even for me,” Lilia almost choked on his gums as he stifled his laughter.

In fact, the story of how Lilia accidentally created this expression on one of his trips out of the Valley of Thorns seventy years ago is quite complicated and interesting, but it is not our focus today. 

In the meantime, Malleus passed by and Lilia fastly pulled him behind the stone column where he was hiding. Between whispers that went unnoticed by both of you, Lilia made a summary of the situation and urged extreme caution not to spoil the sweet experience of two lovebirds disastrously courting each other. 

“This reminded me that Clover-senpai taught me how to make bread these days,” Silver suddenly commented. The mention of food piqued his appetite. “You want to help me do it?”

“Darling, I’ll do anything you ask me…”

You got closer to Silver and even tried to bite his tie to get it out of his vest, but you gave up midway — it was too difficult and the fabric didn't taste good. This made Silver only reinforce his own conclusion that you must be starving. But you wouldn’t leave him until you saw his face turn into some trace of pink or red.

“I think I left the recipe notebook in my room.”

“Oh, Silver, we've barely started dating and you're already calling me to your room?,” you took your hand away for a moment to touch your face, feigning embarrassment.

“Huh, we were already going there anyway, right?,” the confused boy raised one of his gallant thin silver eyebrows.

“What a hasty boy!”

You patted his torso a few times, as if to censor him, and not even that made Silver get out of his position pressed against the wall. You seemed to be having fun somehow and that sight was enough to make him glad too. 

However, far away, Lilia was stealthily biting into the now empty bag of gums, controlling himself not to scold his own son. He knew he should have taught Silver more about those things! You couldn't be the only one to embarrass yourself in that shameless flirtation in the hallway!

Malleus held a sigh, wishing his mentor would somehow keep calm while he himself was covering the mouth of an agitated Sebek. The younger one had appeared a little after the comments about going to the bedroom and he was disgusted that such a scene was happening before the pure eyes of his Young Master. 

Sure enough, Silver would hear from everyone after you set him free.

“Do you like being with me?”

Speaking of him, he had asked this question out of the blue. You stared at him steadily, your arm returning to the place next to him.

“Why? Of course I do, Silver. If I love you, it's because I like to be close to you,” you answered sincerely.

“I... I'm glad to hear that.…”

And there it was what you wanted all along. 

Silver looked away slightly, eyes that aroused envy in sapphires and diamonds were then set in some corner, far away from you. His face, made of the most refined marble, acquired a beautiful rosy tone on the cheekbones, a symbol of pure and honest shyness. The cherry on top was how his lips that looked like delicate white rose petals were closed in a light, contented smile.

But such an expression held a very strong power that you were not yet ready to receive. As if a sword pierced through your heart, you staggered away from Silver and held on to the other part of the wall. You could feel the redness of your defeated face.

Silver didn’t succumb to embarrassment for any of your insistent compliments or your double meaning jokes, but for a mere confirmation that his company was good. Curse him! But also, bless his heart! You really chose a prince as a boyfriend and now you could only suffer the consequences as much as enjoy the good times.

“Are you okay?,” Silver approached you, worried. “Do you feel ill?”

“Yes… yes, I am ill, Silver... and you’re my cure!,” you threw yourself into his arms, being held firmly no matter how much you were melting right there.

“But I'm not a doctor.”

He said that but suddenly an idea came to mind — a dangerous thing if you asked anyone who had known Silver for more than a year. 

Still with you in his arms and feeling his own heart pounding in the uncertainty of you not liking what he was going to do, Silver pulled you closer and planted a small kiss on your forehead. That was unexpected. Very unexpected. 

You stared at him in surprise, touching your forehead sheepishly as Silver held your gaze. Even when the flush of his cheeks remained there, untouched.

“You asked for a cure and a kiss always solves everything in the end,” Silver answered a question that you didn't even ask, his tone softer than silk.

It broke you in such a way that you didn't even know how to act anymore. Luckily, Silver remembered that you were supposed to make bread and that probably would satisfy your malaise, arising from your apparent — and actually non-existing — hunger. 

So, as he carried you in his arms to his bedroom, Lilia and Malleus danced down the hall together while dragging Sebek in their midst like a poor screaming rag doll.

Against all the odds, Silver managed to flirt back. Or something like that.

[firstelevens]

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from this list

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

Seemingly everything I'm working on right now seems to be more snarky than sweet but here's a chunk from the F1 AU:

“What about the year that you and Steve started racing together again? At Scuda? I met some of those models you dated; they knew everyone worth knowing at the FIA. Tell me they didn’t have insider knowledge.” Bucky smirks. “We weren’t exactly talking race strategy all night.” “Too bad for them.” Sam grins back at him, wolfish now. “They never saw you get all worked up about speed control on hairpin turns.” Despite himself, Bucky feels a flush spread over his face. “You are the only person in the world who thinks that’s attractive,” he says, shaking his head. “One, there are thousands of thirsty Instagram comments about you that prove otherwise. And two,” says Sam, disappearing from Bucky’s line of sight as he goes to open the closet, “none of those matter anyway, because I saw you first.”

🍓 favorite poetic quote from a wip

not sure if this is poetic but I do enjoy the rhythm of this line:

At first, he’s just barely awake enough to pick up the basics: where he is (home, on the couch), what currently hurts (left knee, left shoulder, upper back), and whether he’s alone (almost never these days.) 

[thatgordongirl]

1000 follower celebration!

Thank you to everyone who has followed and interacted with my blog! This couldn’t have been achieved without you - here are some asks so feel free to send :)

Fruit Emoji asks

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why? 

🍓 What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated? 

🍎 Is there anything you straight-up won’t write? 

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!) 

🍊 Who’s a character you don’t write for that often, but keep meaning to write for more? (They’re so interesting! But maybe you have trouble pinning them down, or keep getting distracted by another blorbo…) 

🍑 If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work? 

🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with? 

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write? 

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic? 

🍏 Is there something you overuse, whether it’s a certain phrase, trope, or piece of punctuation? 

🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc… 

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions. 

🫐 What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.) 

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one? 

Emoji Asks

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

🍷 Do you drink and write?

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

💖 What made you start writing? 

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

💲 Would you ever open commissions? 

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

🏆 What's your most popular fic? 

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

📈 How many fics do you have?

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

💞 Who's your comfort character?

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. 

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write? 

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon? 

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

💥 How do you feel about criticism? 

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

Headcanon asks (Sent with character) 

1•What instrument(s) does this character play?

2•What is this character’s favorite color?

3•Which person can this character trust?

4•What does this person like to do in the winter?

5•Does this character enjoy reading? If so, what’s their favorite book?

6•What social media platforms does this character use?

7•When does this character usually go to sleep?

8•What is/was this character’s favorite subject in school?

9•What singers or bands does this character like?

10• Does this character enjoy doing art or sketching? Are they good at it?

11•What is this character’s favorite animal?

12• What is this character’s favorite show?

13•What is a bad habit that this character has/had?

14•How does this characters cope with a stressful situation?

15•How does this person handle people who get on their nerves?

Halloween•What does this character dress up as for trick-or-treating?

Birthday•What is this character’s ideal birthday party?

Christmas•What presents does this character want?

Thanksgiving•How is the relation between this character and their family?

New Years•How does this character celebrate New Years?

[barricadebabe]

Greta Van Fleet - Kalamazoo

Welcome to the first ever Barricade Babe concert review. 🍒This week I wrote about the first concert I attended this year! On March 10th, I attended Greta Van Fleet in my hometown Kalamazoo Michigan. Tickets for this show ranged from $70-$100+ depending on where your ticket was purchased from. I bought my ticket during Greta’s Pre-Sale with a code emailed to me for being a part of the Peaceful Army. You can typically join bands/artists fan groups by signing up through email, where you receive special offers and announcements earlier than the normal public.

The Outfit

Picking out an outfit for a show has to be one of my favorite but also most difficult things about the concert experience. It is a way for every individual to be able to express who they are in a very safe, loving and positive environment. It’s an opportunity for people to dress up and feel confident about something that is very important to them. I can feel & see the time and love people put into curating their outfits especially for a GVF show. For this show, I was given an amazing pair of butterfly bell bottoms pants from Free People for Christmas. There was a lot of blue, pinks, reds, oranges and creams in my pants so I went with a blue silk top to make the blue butterflies really stand out! I am notorious for always wearing my Sinclair zip up Doc Martens, which are comfy and go with almost everything. Lastly, I had a last minute idea of making a DIY cowboy hat that I wrote “ DO IT JAKEY” on the front and bedazzled little strings around the brim of the hat. This small little DIY project happened to set the trajectory for bedazzled, funny sayings, cowboy hats for the remaining DIG shows.

Pre-Show: “The Battle at the Grassy Knoll”

My friend and I showed up to camp out the day of the show at around 8:30 am. The venue, The Wings Event Center in Kalamazoo was not allowing on site camping until 10am the day of. Now my friend and I went and had breakfast around 9am because there was no organized “fan line” that would give people the opportunity to line up on property at 10am. Due to the fact there was no established line or system of how the fans would line up at the doors, this created the Battle at the Grassy Knoll as the fans would like to call it. I think this was a little unfair to the fans who had been waiting across the street from the venue longer than others. But when people started arriving we were all patiently waiting for security to give us better direction. He kept referring to the little curb before the parking lot as the “Grassy Knoll” and at 10am people started “walking” aka RUNNING to one of the two doors they were letting people in through.

Now this is where things became a little unfair due to the fact if someone was a quicker runner then others they would hold the spot for themselves and 10+ other people. We were able to secure a spot and basically just ended up sitting on the ground on blankets until the venue opened doors. The whole experience waiting all day was probably one of my most memorable experiences. I met some of my best friends in the whole world in this line and continued to go to many other shows with them. Believe it or not the March Michigan weather was nice enough to us, it was sunny and warm enough people were comfortable waiting throughout the whole day. (Even though when the concert was over at 11pm it was full blown blizzarding outside). The venue was not organized in the sense of people getting to their spots in line. But this venue did do security/tickets very smoothly and the way most fans would prefer. Only four security checkpoints when you entered the doors and your ticket was immediately scanned after, then you were in the venue where you could walk onto the floor. There were two separate doors, one for Sammy’s side and Jake’s side (North and South doors). My friends and I were probably within the first 50 people on Sammy’s side and even though we did not get barricade we were directly in the second row.

The Merchandise

About an hour before the doors opened letting in people waiting for GA, Greta’s Merch team set up multiple tents outside the venue where people were able to purchase merchandise before going into the show. When you got inside the venue they also had multiple other tables where they were selling merch. Greta’s merch is very fun giving a wide range of t-shirts, sweatshirts and other items such as posters, necklaces and scarves. They were also selling the other performers merch. One thing we learned at the first DIG show was that GVF was selling not only tour posters but specific concert date posters designed by local artists. If you were not able to purchase one of these signed artists posters at the show, they released a link (12pm) the next day with 200 more signed artist posters. Also giving fans the option to buy a non-signed artist poster for a discounted price. I was able to get a tour poster and also a signed artist poster online the following day. If you wanted to meet the first opener The Velveteers after they performed, they tend to hangout at the Merch booths selling and meeting fans!

The Openers

Speaking of the openers! I LOVED the openers for the first leg of the DIG tour. The first openers are The Velveteers, they are a rock trio band from Boulder, CO! The band consists of guitarist/lead singer Demi Demitro, guitarist/drummer Johnny Fig and drummer Baby Pottersmith. It is extremely amazing and liberating to see a female lead singer and guitarist absolutely put on a breathtaking rock performance. Along with double drummers for a majority of their songs it is almost impossible to not love The Velveteers. They bring such a badass, confident, want to headband your hair off performance. My favorite song off their debut album is probably Motel #27 along with their most listened to song the Charmer and the Snake.

Secondly we have the band The Rival Sons. The Rival Sons formed in 2009 in Long Beach, California. They are joined by lead singer Jay Buchanan, lead guitarist Scott Holiday, bassist Dave Beste and drummer Michael Miley. They are also frequently joined by Todd Ögren keyboard player. Being raised by my rock father, I had heard of a handful of their music before seeing them open for Greta Van Fleet. After watching them perform live I became an avid fan and listener. My favorite song is Nobody Wants to Die which is their newest single released this past October. Scott Holiday is an amazing guitarist always showcasing his skills and large guitar collection throughout the set. Along with great vocals and overall great stage presence, always talking to the fans which I loved and I will continue to see this band in the future.

The Performance

It is no new information that Greta Van Fleet puts on an amazing show, but this show being the first show of the Dreams in Gold tour I had no idea what to expect having been to previous concerts in years past. I also knew the atmosphere was going to be a little different due to the increase of fans over the past couple months. Before the show, the crew puts up a big black curtain (which later debuts with symbols from their album The Battle at Gardens Gate) so they can change sets for Greta. Once the curtain drops, the stage is set up with futuristic almost apocalyptic and also heavenly structures paired with white equipment boxes, amazing panels of lights, a silver/white backdrop and a large white rug on the stage. The show also has pyrotechnics that increases and enhances the music and the overall performance.The band opened with the song Heat Above, which to my knowledge was the only show which opened with their first song on TBAGG. Opening with this song, truly made you feel like you were ascending into heaven and were about to commence on a musical journey with everyone in the arena.

Set List

Heat Above

Safari Song

Black Smoke Rising

Caravel

Age of Machine (Drum Solo)

Light My Love

Trip the Light Fantastic

The Weight of Dreams

Watching Over

Built by Nations

When the Curtain Falls

Encore

Age of Man

Highway Tune

My Way, Soon

During Safari Song, I compulsively decided to throw my bedazzled hat on stage to where Sam, the bassist of the group, decided to put it on and play the rest of the song as a cowboy. This is why I am now known as the cowboy hat girl and continue to make hats for the rest of the GVF shows I attend and throw them on stage for Sam.

This DIG show was a little different then the others regarding the set list, I think because it was the first show of the tour. They typically have a rotation of the same songs now, occasionally changing it up. Some of the songs they don’t play as often now in this tour include Trip the Light Fantastic, Watching Over and May Way, Soon. Personally, one of my favorite songs performed live is Light My Love along with The Weight of Dreams. Light My Love is one of my favorites live because not only is this song a fan favorite but the stage lights up in the most beautiful rainbow colors. I think this song is important to a lot of people and really brings together every soul in 4 minutes and 29 seconds. It’s almost impossible to put into words the whole show GVF puts on because every show I have been to has been extremely different even though they play very similar setlists. The boys tend to play different riffs, interlude songs and interact with the crowd differently at each show. The lead singer Josh always takes a shot with some of the people in the crowd and eventually (later on in the tour) starts to sit on security's shoulders to hand out white roses to fans.

The Atmosphere

I would rank it a 9/10 only because where I was standing in the crowd, I was standing on the “lip” of the barricade on the ground, my legs and knees were extremely sore the next day. As for the rest of my surroundings, I was surrounded by very nice and kind people. I made many friends with the people around me in GA and had great conversations about all things. The security from my experience was average and gave people water or provided aid when asked/needed. As for the Venue itself, Wings Event Center is a small local hockey arena that also hosts lots of other events. I think it was a perfectly sized venue for a concert of this size. Small enough as to where anywhere you are seated in the venue it feels intimate but big enough to host a larger group of people. I do wish the concourse was a little bit bigger only because trying to leave the venue took a little bit longer than normal because of the capacity of people trying to leave in a small hallway.

Post-Show

This show was one of my top 5 best concerts I have ever been to (right now). The venue was a great size, the show itself was life changing and it felt like such an intimate show. I believe that all of these factors mentioned above really make or break how you experience an event. Greta Van Fleet is one of my favorite artists and has been for years. Every time I see them no matter where I am in GA on the floor or even having seated tickets (in the past) they always put on a great memorable performance. I would recommend getting a chance to see them if you have not had the opportunity to do so yet. If you have not had a chance to see them and want to or just want to watch some cool videos, please indulge yourself in photos and pictures I took myself below. Until next time, see you at the barricade.

[cwc-emoji-pluck]

Emoji List!

These are the topics and prompts you can request! Make sure keep the limit of three emojis in mind! Have fun! 

Song Lyrics of Sam’s Favorite SVT Tracks - Emotion Emojis

🥰:  “As the seasons change not a day goes by / that I don’t think of you” - I Wish

🤩: “Baby you’re sweeter than chocolate / My heart’s key unlock it unlock it” - Let Me Hear You Say

🥳: “Call me yeah / baby i’ll be right there / wherever you are, i’ll run to you” - Call Call Call

🥺: “Just look into my eyes / and tell me what’s on your mind” - Q&A 

😭: “I thought you were the one / didn’t need any other / I can still smell the perfume you used to wear in my clothes / can’t erase it, no” - 2 MINUS 1 

🤡: “We are the two main characters without supporting actors on stage” - Anyone 

❤:  “Do you think I'm nervous / because this is my first love? / i think you are the answer / to all of my questions” - Aju Nice

Alternate Universe Ideas - Plants and Food Emojis 

🌺: parents whose kids sit next to each other in class 

🌹: next-door-neighbors 

🌸: rival gamers/ streamers 

🌻: book store owner and regular customer 

🍃: coffee shop 

🌿: soulmate au where if you write on your skin it shows up on your soulmates skin too

🍀: figure skater 

🍇: roommates 

🍉: childhood friends 

🍌: babysitting a younger sibling 

🍍: group project in school

🍎: soulmate au where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate

🍑: first love in preschool 

🍒: stuck sitting together on a roller coaster 

🍐: arranged marriage 

🍓: greek mythology 

🍕: strangers with matching halloween costumes at a party

🥐: social media star and follower

🥡: main leads in a musical / play

☕️: soulmate au where if you listen to music your soulmate can hear it 

🧋: florist x tattoo artist

Prompts Based on Locations or Times 

🎡: a fair that has just been opened 

🛹: a broken down skateboard park where teenagers go when they sneak out at night

☀️: a green park with a trail in the woods that leads to a worn down gazebo 

🌙: the boarded off basement of the city hall that locks up all of the mysteries of the city

🪐: a rocketship that transports you to a planet where all of your dreams come true the next day

⭐️: the middle of a pasture with a clear sky; perfect for stargazing at night or clouds during the day

☁️: fifteen years later, seventeen go to their high school class reunion

🌈: rick riordan’s world of percy jackson; seventeen are demigods in modern times

⚡️: a campground in the woods where it is common for people to suddenly disappear after swimming in the believed-to-be haunted lake 

❄️: a winter wonderland; the middle of a blizzard, but christmas time is right around the corner 

💧: something strange happens! A seventeen member accidentally time travels into the past…

🔥: when i said i wanted time to go by faster, this is not what i meant! A seventeen member accidentally time travels into the future…

🎃: a seventeen member is hosting a halloween party and person A is being dragged by their best friend 

🎀: person A works in a toy store and dad!seventeen member needs help picking out the perfect present for their child on christmas eve 

⛸️: mid afternoon on a sunny day in the winter and a member of seventeen decides that ice skating is the best way to spend the day

🎣: mamma mia au; when moving to an island to start a hotel business, person A runs into a seventeen member, but for better or for worse?

🔮: a seventeen member is from a different planet whose time period is different from earth’s 

🎱: person A is a regular in a bar and the champion pool player, a seventeen member comes from out of town and is convinced they can defeat the champion 

🎮: the first two people in line at a walmart at midnight for the release of a new video game

🧸: person A is desperate to win a plushie at an arcade, and here comes a seventeen member; arcade game master who is here to save the day

👑: for centuries, these two kingdoms have been rivals, and at this point in time, nobody knows why. The rulers of these kingdoms meet for the first time to discuss important matters, until one catches feelings 

✉️: when person A moves into a new apartment in the city, they begin receiving mail addressed to a seventeen member

How to Request a Specific Seventeen Member

🍒- Seungcheol

😇 - Jeonghan

🦌 - Joshua

😼 - Junhui 

🐯 - Soonyoung 

🐱 - Wonwoo

🍚 - Jihoon 

⚔️ - Seokmin

🐶 - Mingyu

🐸 - Minghao 

🍊 - Seungkwan

🐢 - Hansol 

🦦 - Chan

💎 - Any member

[wiredsmi1e]

🌿🍒 from damon.

-   ̗̀   ♡⃗    ʚïɞ    another   year   gone   by   ,   another   holiday   spent   alongside   someone   who   truthfully   ,   suzie   knew   she   should've   cut   out   of   her   elongated   life   long   ,   𝒍͟𝒐͟𝒏͟𝒈͟   ͟𝒂͟𝒈͟𝒐͟    [   .   .   .   ]   funny   how   bad   habits   *&   decisions   tend   to   linger   on   so   much   longer   than   they   ever   should   ,   all   because   of   how   much   it   can   hurt   to   attempt   to   severe   those   ties   .   sadly   enough   ,   sometimes   even   with   the   most   blatant   signs   we   find   ourselves   unable   to   read   the   warnings   ,   to   distance   ourselves   from   a   𝔟𝔞𝔡   𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫   before   it's   too   late   *&   you   become   far   too   entangled   in   the   other   person   to   pull   yourself   away   from   that   person   ,   no   matter   how   bad   they   might   be   for   you   .   u͟n͟f͟o͟r͟t͟u͟n͟a͟t͟e͟l͟y͟ ,   that   was   the   situation   that   suzette   found   herself   in   far   ,   far   too   long   ago   to   remedy   now   when   it   came   to   a   very   particular   salvatore   brother   who's   eyes   she's   felt   seering   holes   into   her   silently   from   across   the   room   for   a   good   hour   or   so   now   as   she   cleans   up   from   the   gift   opening   process   earlier   in   the   day   now   .    ❝   y-you   know   ,   you   could   h-help   me   clean   up   instead   of   just   w-watching   from   the   door   way   .   .   .   ❞

  🌿🍒   from   damon.   /   -   ̗̀   ♡⃗    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆   𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔   .   .   .    still   accpeting   ! 

  her   complaints   were   mere   jokes   ,   not   anything   substaintial   nor   was   it   intended   to   spark   any   real   effort   or   movement   out   of   the   older   salvatore   brother―   just   a   simple   joke   ,   a͟   ͟p͟l͟a͟y͟f͟u͟l͟   ͟j͟a͟b͟ as   the   pink   haired   vamp   picks   up   her   trash   bag   full   of   discarded   boxes   *&   ripped   wrapping   paper   ,   only   to   be   stopped   in   her   tracks   when   suddenly   there's   an   𝓪𝓵𝓵   𝓽𝓸𝓸   𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻   𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭   resting   in   the   small   of   her   back   ;   sly   grin   lining   the   taller   male's   lips   as   he's   caught   her   under   the   mistletoe   once   again   in   a   tradition   of   their   own   that   was   started   unintentionally   (   𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙   ,   𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙   𝑜𝑛   𝘩𝑒𝑟   𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡    )   long   long   ago   .   his   lips   against   hers   cause   a   melting   sensation   in   her   chest   ,   her   lips   twitch   ,   a   small   giggle   escaping   into   his   mouth   just   before   she's   broken   them   apart   .    ❝   merry   c-christmas   ,   damon   .   ❞

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

I was going to send a horny message about us watching a movie together and getting ~distracted~ but it appears we’re both movie nerds. However maybe we would turn it into a game, pick one of your favorites to watch except we mute it. You likely know most of the dialogue anyway so it would be easy for you to recite it for me. Only we can’t have it be that easy for you can we? So I get on my knees, let you get a head start and kiss up your legs and thighs as the opening credits and first few scenes play, pushing the skirt of your dress up inch by inch until it’s bunched up at your hips. Maybe at this point your breathing gets shallower in anticipation of where my mouth is going next, maybe you gasp a little when I kiss you through your underwear and press my tongue against the fabric. Would it be wet? I’d let a few more scenes go by, you still reciting the lines you know-bc I am actually interested in the film-before finally pulling your underwear off and tasting you. Long, slow licks and flush kisses on your clit, gentle bites to your thighs, my hands and nails scratching up your legs to grip your hips and pull you closer to me but it all stops if you stop reciting. What movie are you picking? Choose wisely 🍒

Damn at that rate I'd be happy to become an actress just so you could test my lines that way 😳🥵😍

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Fishing Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 海钓之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released in CN: 11 May 2022 ]

[ 1 ]

The blazing sun shines on specks of light rolled up by the waves. Occasionally, the sounds of seagulls brimming with energy soar from afar.

After staring at the fishing box on the table for a very long time, I whip out my phone and tap open the “Sea Fishing Course for Beginners” tab that I’ve bookmarked.

MC: A 2500- 3000 size reel is recommended...

Looking at the fishing line, the reel, and some tools I don’t know the names of, I purse my lips in vexation.

MC: As expected of the STF to require a certain standard for team building events...

A week ago, Gavin invited me to participate in the STF’s vacation activity - a three-day fishing trip out of the country.

After knowing that this vacation activity welcomed “family members”, I happily agreed to participate.

The family members of other STF members are also participating in this activity, resulting in a “colossal” turnout. Three ships were deployed to accommodate everyone.

While thinking about this, an icy sensation suddenly brushes my cheeks.

MC: !

I jolt, turning my head to see Gavin who has appeared at some point.

Sunlight outlines a faint glow on his shirt. Accompanied by the rolling waves behind him, the scent of early summer is sent right before my eyes.

He smiles while handing me a bottle of soda.

Gavin: There’s no need to be nervous. They aren’t good at fishing.

??: HAHA, another fish has arrived as a guest!

Right after he finishes speaking, voices drift from the other end of the deck.

Looking towards the voice, I watch as a fish follows the trajectory of a squad member’s fishing rod as it leaps out of the water.

Squad Member A: ...you’re cheating with that radar Evol. Isn’t that basically a magical tool for catching fish automatically?

Squad Member B: Hehe, is it my fault that your Evol isn’t useful here?

Eli, who is sitting behind them, chuckles.

Eli: Brat. Is that all you’ve got?

While saying this, he picks up an empty bucket and walks over to the side of the ship. Shortly after, the water stirs slightly.

Then, numerous fresh and lively fish leap out of the water. With a light lift of his hand, he scoops them into the bucket.

But in the next second, a huge turtle surfaces from the water and spits sea water in Eli’s face.

Eli: !

Eli jolts half a step backwards and wipes his face. In his fluster, the fish in the bucket plop back into the sea.

Squad Member A: Captain Eli, the fishes that were in your grasp have flown away!

Squad Member B: Sigh. I call this “suffering a double loss after trying to outwit another”.

Eli: ...if you say another word, I’ll toss you guys into the ocean.

Their amusing banter causes me to chuckle.

MC: HAHAHA, why did they start competing...

Something occurs to me, and I turn to Gavin with a “serious” glance.

MC: Gavin, can your wind be put to use here?

Gavin is taken aback momentarily. Then, he leans down to encircle me in his arms. He reaches out for a fishing line and reel from the tool box, then releases an indolent chuckle. 

Gavin: The wind might not necessarily be useful, but I am.

While saying this, he takes out the fishing line while tightening his grip on me.

Gavin: Firstly, this is how you tie a loop knot.

He twists the fishing line with his fingers. He folds it, passing the top of the line through the loop from earlier.

His breaths brush my earlobe. The pleasant scent of grass and trees accompany the scent of the ocean, causing me to relax and press myself against his embrace.

Gavin: After tying the loop knot, cut the excess line off.

When he turns his head, the tip of his nose unintentionally brushes against my cheek.

Gavin: Got it?

The amber colour in my peripheral vision is even brighter than the blazing sun. It causes me, who wasn’t paying attention to “learning” in the first place, to enter a daze once again.

Gavin: [chuckles] Looks like you didn’t.

With a laugh, he picks up a bait and hooks it onto the line in a practised manner.

MC: ...I can learn it again!

Gavin: You can learn it when we get home. I’ll teach you slowly.

MC: Will there be an additional fee for Officer Gavin’s lessons?

He continues to keep me in his arms gently, but there’s a hint of wilfulness in his tone.

Gavin: Correct.

[ 2 ] 

When everything’s ready, Gavin and I head over to the fishing platform. At the same time, Eli brisk walks over to us.

Eli: What took you two so long? We were just competing to see who could catch more fish. Want to join us?

Gavin sends me a glance, seeming to be waiting for my opinion. With this sudden “decision-making power”, I arch my brows.

MC: Sure?

Gavin: Okay, whatever you say.

Gavin sets down the tool box from his shoulder, then takes out the equipment one by one. Very soon, the spare parts form a fishing rod.

When I notice the seriousness in his gaze, I can’t help but recall how Eli and the others had used their Evol to catch fishes earlier.

MC: But you guys can’t use Evol!

Hearing this, Eli immediately glances at Gavin, amusement contained in his gaze.

Eli: Of course you’d be concerned about him.

Squad Mate: Captain Eli, if I had known about this earlier, I would have boarded another ship. I feel like a third wheel here.

A squad mate suddenly appears from the side, grinning as he agrees with Eli.

Eli: I said it before, didn’t I? The lovey-dovey level of this “old married couple” is a notch above the “newbies” on the other ships.

I cough while stealing a secret glance at Gavin.

Gavin continues to tie the fishing line seriously, as though he didn’t hear their teasing remarks. 

But in the next second, the ocean breeze rolls up a sheet of paper from the table, and it splats on Eli’s mouth, covering it completely.

Eli: ...!!

Ignoring the silent “confrontation” between Eli and the wind, Gavin glances at the other squad mate casually.

The other party immediately does a zipping gesture at his mouth and walks away quickly. Gavin narrows his eyes slightly in satisfaction.

Gavin: It’s finally quiet.

Shortly after, he walks over to me with a fishing rod. The gentleness in his amber coloured eyes is plainly visible as it reflects the sunlight.

Gavin: If you find them too noisy, we don’t have to take part in such activities next time.

MC: Not at all. Actually, it’s pretty interesting to have fun with everyone occasionally!

I chuckle while glancing at Eli, only to see that he’s throwing the slightly drenched tissue into the bin in an “indignant” manner.

Eli: ...fine, you rascal. I guess I have no choice but to cover your mouth with a crate of fish.

While saying this, he takes large strides to the fishing platform. Holding a fishing rod, he casts the line into the ocean with force.

Gavin holds me by the waist nonchalantly, turning me gently till the ocean fills my vision.

Gavin: Ready?

The surface of the ocean ripples with gleaming reflections of sunlight, which gives me the impulse to begin fishing immediately.

MC: Of course. I’m also ready to cheer you on~

With this, I stand on my tiptoes and give him a peck on the cheek.

Gavin: [chuckles] Roger.

He smiles while lifting the rod. A silver line is cast into the ocean. After a few large ripples scatter, the water surface stills with a few continuous ripples. 

Shortly after, the smile on his lips dips slightly as he gazes at the ocean in concentration.

Setting a contrast to the boundless ocean, the wilfulness in his eyes has an uninhibited unruliness akin to a hunter’s.

Confidence, fearlessness, composure - it’s as though everything is under his control.

Seeing such a Gavin, I lean against the railing quietly, making it easier to “sneak a peek” at him for a longer period of time.

However, the dazzling light of the blazing sun causes me to squint.

MC: It’s so bright...

I mutter softly. Lowering my head, I spot Gavin’s shadow on the deck.

I take a step back, hiding myself in his shadow and feeling the scorching warmth vanishing to a large degree.

Before I can celebrate, the angle of the shadow beneath my feet suddenly shifts.

Subconsciously, I take a small step to hide myself in its “protection” again. 

But in the next second, it moves again. When I take a step forward, I feel a gentle sensation on my forehead.

I lift my head, rubbing against Gavin’s shoulder in the process, and meet a pair of eyes which holds a smile in them.

MC: I didn’t mean to bump into you...

Gavin: I know. But I did.

After saying this, a familiar gentle breeze brushes the top of my head. Looking up, I see a cluster of white and puffy clouds drifting towards us.

Very quickly, they stop in the sky, casting shadows that completely cover Gavin and I from above.

Gavin: This way, it won’t be too bright.

He tousles my hair. The smile on his lips seem to conceal a hint of triumph.

[ 3 ]

Under the protection of the clouds, the scorching heat on my skin gradually recedes. However, a warmth lingers on my cheeks.

Without waiting for me to say anything, he continues.

Gavin: Do you feel bored looking at me like that? If you feel bored, we could go back to the room to watch a movie. Or whatever you want to do.

Waves splash against the walls of the ship, and I subconsciously relax and press myself closer to Gavin.

MC: Looking at you isn’t boring, and waiting for the fish to take the bait isn’t boring. Fishing is something that’s filled with anticipation. At the moment just before the fishing rod is pulled up, nobody knows what fish it’d be.

Gavin: Not necessarily.

Gavin holds up the box of bait, showing me the neatly lined shrimp inside.

Gavin: Small bait typically hooks smaller fish. If you want to catch a larger fish, these shrimp won’t be of much use.

He points at a nearby bamboo fish basket which contains many palm-sized frozen fish.

Gavin: You’d have to use those as bait. Fishes that can bite it won’t be too small.

With a soft laugh, I turn around and lean my back against the railing, tilting my head to look at him.

MC: Why don’t I remember Officer Gavin being skilled in fishing?

Gavin: Before we set off, I asked for advice from some friends who are knowledgeable in this area. They told me that you can’t return home empty-handed, even if it’s just seaweed. Since I didn’t want a mere photo of seaweed to appear in your Moments, I crammed through the night.

He says this softly and in a teasing manner, causing me to smile along with him.

Gavin: But after doing a detailed study... I realised that this isn’t too different from carrying out a mission. If I want to lure an enemy, I need to find a suitable “bait”. All that’s left afterwards is to wait.

As though evidencing Gavin’s words, the bell on the fishing rod chimes crisply, covering the continuous sound of the waves.

MC: I think a fish has taken the bait!

Gripping the railing excitedly, I look downwards.

At the same time, a gentle force holds onto my waist, pulling me a step away from the railing.

Gavin: Watch carefully.

Turning around, I watch as Gavin holds the fishing rod with a hand. Wth the other, he quickly moves the reel, as though engaging in a silent confrontation with a prey.

The gear of the fishing rod spins rapidly, and a light shadow gradually surfaces from the depths of the water.

As though he has seized the most opportune moment, Gavin smiles confidently. Then, he lifts the rod with force, and a fish leaps out of the water, reflecting the sunlight.

MC: We’ve caught it!

With a smile, he tugs the fishing rod with a hand, pulling it between us. The fish swishes its tail, causing droplets of water to fly in all directions.

Gavin: This is the first fish of our trip. Looks like we won't be going back with only seaweed.

Through the clouds, the brilliant sun pours down on him gently, making his features exceptionally pristine and bright.

The breeze seems to be happy for him, causing his white shirt to flutter uninhibitedly in the air, revealing his taut and clearly defined abdominal muscles.

MC: This fish looks really good! I think I’m beginning to experience the excitement of fishing. Sure enough, the wait was worthwhile!

The tail of the fish continues flopping behind us in a leisurely manner. With a soft chuckle, Gavin brings the fish into the crate. When he straightens up, his clear gaze meets mine.

Gavin: MC, do you want to catch a larger fish?

His suggestion leaves me slightly tempted.

But when I hear cheering from the other side of the ship about a catch, I immediately recall that we’re currently in a “competition”.

MC: Why don’t I try a little later? After all, this competition is about quantity, and we should make full use of our time...

Gavin: I don’t care about winning or losing. Unless you want me to win.

Seeing the unconcealed wilfulness in his eyes, the hesitation in my heart is completely swept away. With a smile, I wink at him.

MC: I want you to win, but what I want even more is for us to win together. So I’ll have to ask Officer Gavin to give me some tips.

[ 4 ]

Waves make way for the ship as it proceeds forward, and we gradually enter the deep sea area.

Gavin: The bait’s ready. Let’s toss it into the sea.

Taking a deep breath, I toss the palm-sized bait into the sea, resulting in tiny splashes.

Shortly after, Gavin encircles me from behind, moving the reel in my hand and extending the fishing line slowly.

I stare at the reel, watching as the screen displays the increasing depth of the water level.

MC: It’s at 70 metres. Are we going to continue downwards?

Gavin: Yes. We’ll need to reach around 150 metres, and it’d take around half a minute more.

Gavin rests his head on my shoulder gently, letting the fishing line extend further. The faint creaking sound of the turning gears accompanies his breaths.

My centre of gravity shifts backwards. I relax, leaning against his chest, enveloped in a “steady” world.

With this “backing” behind me, we’ll definitely catch a huge fish!

-

As time flows past, the ocean is incredibly tranquil. The “legendary” huge fish hasn’t taken the bait.

Feeling slightly bored, I tap on the railing and lower my head, using my toes to toy with scattered pebbles on the ground.

Perhaps due to Gavin’s trip to the washroom, even a short one or two minutes feels incredibly boring...

MC: Why do I feel like it’s getting hotter...

I subconsciously turn to the bench behind me. The fruits on the table reflect sunlight, emitting a tempting glow.

Earlier, Gavin mentioned that there’s no need to stay with the fishing rod all the time as the bell would let us know if anything’s caught.

With this thought in mind, I swallow my saliva and walk over to grab a slice of watermelon. Then, I sit down.

Opening my mouth, an icy sweetness blooms from the tip of my tongue, and I find myself swaying from side to side.

In the next second, a shadow passes by my shoulder. In a flash, a bite is taken out of the watermelon.

MC: !

I’m taken aback momentarily. Turning my head to identity the person who snuck a bite out the watermelon without my permission, I meet a pair of bright amber eyes.

Sunlight causes the watermelon traces at the corners of his lips to glint a glittering red.

His cheeks are slightly puffed as he continues munching. With a slight bob of his Adam’s apple, he chuckles.

Gavin: I’m not allowed to take a bite?

MC: Of course not! It’s just...

Before I can finish, I hear a phone ringing.

Gavin takes out his phone. After glancing at me, he walks over to the other end of the bench and sits down.

MC: ...huh?

Seeing the deliberate distance between us, I narrow my eyes and turn my ear towards him.

??: ...we’ve reserved the location for you... the bouquet...

A mellow and masculine voice drifts faintly from the other end of the line. I inch closer, meeting Gavin’s gaze in my peripheral vision.

Before I can feel guilty, he coughs softly and tilts his chin downwards.

Gavin: ...pink. Has the guitar been prepared?

Why a guitar? What in the world is Gavin talking about...

After a moment of contemplation, I spot a mangosteen on the plate of fruits. An idea strikes me.

Pretending that everything’s normal, I peel the mangosteen open and remove the flesh, waving it towards him.

Gavin simply chuckles and doesn’t do anything. He continues responding to the person over the phone.

MC: ...

Despite feeling indignant, I maintain a grin on my face while bringing the fruit over to him, sending it to his lips in a tempting manner.

Just as he’s opens his mouth, I retract my hand to the right, causing him to bite into nothing.

Gavin: ...

Hmph. That’s what he gets for deliberately “avoiding” me.

I glance at him from the side mischievously. Then, I open my mouth, ready to finish the fruit in my hand-

At the same time, an irresistible force grips me by the waist, causing me to fall into an embrace.

After giving me a meaningful glance, he lowers his head and bites the fruit in my hand.

I’m left stunned. The warmth of his lips seems to linger on my fingertips, leaving a numbing sensation.

After regaining my senses, I try to struggle upright. However, his grip on my arm doesn’t let loosen.

MC: [blushing] Gavin...

He doesn’t respond, but simply taps on the phone gently with his fingertips, as though signalling me not to make a sound.

I subconsciously quieten my breathing, lying in his arms “obediently”.

Even though we’re pressed closely together, I can’t hear a single thing from the phone.

All I can hear are the heartbeats from his chest.

As I feel the temperature at my waist heating up, he brushes my waist occasionally with his finger pads, bringing with them a teasingly ticklish sensation.

The “perpetrator” continues with the call, as though unaware of this.

I have a faint idea on what he’s preparing. But restless emotions cause me to have my eyes only on him.

At this moment, I hear the long-awaited chiming of a bell. Turning my head, I watch as the fishing rod bends downwards. Looks like the fish has taken the bait.

MC: Gavin... the fish seems to have taken the bait.

Gavin: Okay, got it.

With my soft reminder, he ends the call. He holds me by the back using the palm of his hand, supporting me up.

As warmth seems to linger in the air, I take a small breath, pulling him towards the fishing platform quickly.

Looking at the constantly stirring water, I pinch Gavin’s palm.

MC: What should we do next? If we make a mistake, would it run away?

Gavin: With me around, it can’t run away.

Gavin encircles me from behind, gripping the fishing rod in front of me.

Gavin: Get ready to reel it in.

While saying this, he moves the reel in my hand. This time, the “confrontation” is more vigorous than before, and the silver line moves around in the water.

Gavin: 50 metres more.

MC: ...mm, I’m ready.

I hold my breath, gripping the rear end of the fishing rod in an attempt to help him.

The ocean breeze causes white coloured water flowers to roll up. The faraway seagulls seem to join in on the fun, lying over towards us with their white wings outstretched.

All of a sudden, they fly past our heads, and one of them grabs Gavin’s cap with its beak.

MC: Gavin, your cap!!

Gavin: Don’t mind it. 20 metres more. Crew, get the net ready!

After hearing Gavin’s raised voice, a crew member from the side walks over with a huge net.

The fishing rod in our hands continues to vibrate, causing ripples to form on the surface of the water. Very soon, a gigantic shadow appears from the sea.

I subconsciously lift the rod forcefully, and feel Gavin’s scorching chest behind me.

Gavin: MC, 10 metres more.

I nod, holding my breath.

Gavin: Now!

Right after he says this, the scorching abdominal muscles behind me grow taut, as though he’s a predator making its final attack.

The fishing rod is lifted up high. In an instant, a large fish surfaces from the water surface, and the crew member at the side brings it into the net deftly.

MC: Gavin, we did it!!

Looking at the fish on the deck, which is close to half a metre long, a brimming sense of satisfaction leaps from my heart. I tug on his sleeve, leaping up.

At the same time, footsteps drift from behind us.

Eli: Not bad. This one’s at least 30kg, isn’t it?

Very quickly, the squad members on the ship hear the news and come over. They surround Gavin, asking him to teach them techniques on how to catch huge fishes.

Gavin seems to be in a good mood, and he leans against the railing leisurely.

Gavin: If you want to catch a fish which is at least 15kg, you’ll need a 4lb fishing line and a 100g fishing sinker. Selecting the correct equipment is only the first step.

While saying this, Gavin looks at the fishing rods the squad members are holding and analyses them individually.

A breeze lifts the corner of his shirt, and it also brings the serious yet relaxed discussion over to my ears.

The uninhibitedness in his eyes causes my heart to soften.

After a while, the squad members seem to have gleaned new knowledge. They return to the fishing platform, holding their fishing rods and casting their lines into the sea.

Gavin walks towards me from the scattering crowd.

Gavin: How was it? Is fishing fun?

MC: Of course it’s fun since we managed to catch such a huge fish! It’s also very nerve-racking. When reeling it in, I kept worrying that the fish might bite the line and escape...

Gavin: If that happens, just do it again. There will definitely be a fish that takes the bait.

Gavin encircles my waist naturally with a relaxed chuckle.

Recalling the scene from earlier, I blink at him.

MC: Oh yes. Gavin, that call from earlier... what were you talking about? You mentioned a guitar and a bouquet...?

Gavin: You’ll find out tonight.

The answer which surfaced in my heart earlier gradually becomes clear. I find myself chuckling as I press myself closer to him.

MC: You’re being so secretive... Could this be Captain Gavin’s “bait”?

Gavin is taken aback momentarily. His eyes sweep over the huge fish behind me. Then, he reacts.

Gavin: What do you think?

Perhaps due to the sunlight, the tips of his ears are slightly red.

I chuckle while holding his hand, swinging it in the air.

MC: I think so. And I’m willing to take the bait.

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Stucky Fic Rec List #27

Tuesday, January 11

🌼 I got the month of May by lovespring - [Explicit; 28k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Music Store AU; Slow Burn; Meet-Cute; Romantic Fluff; Flirting; Sexual Tension; Dating; Minor Injuries; Hurt/Comfort; Explicit Sexual Content; Masturbation; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Dom/Sub Undertones; Pet Names; Laughter During Sex; Dirty Talk; Love Confessions; Happy Ending]

Steve juts his chin out. "Is that what you usually do? Roll your pretty eyes and half-ass a pick-up line?" Bucky’s reeling, but he’s not going to let the chance slip away.

“You think my eyes are pretty?” Steve’s grin widens and Bucky is so fucking pleased to learn that Captain America takes teasing like a champ.

💫The pigeon with the pizza slice by Nejinee - [Teen; 3,6k words]

[Modern AU; Outsider POV; POV Darcy; Subways; First Meetings; Darcy Lewis Is a Good Bro; Fluff and Humour; Matchmaker Darcy; Shy Bucky Barnes; Awkwardness; Meet-Cute]

The two hot guys had to get together. Darcy was not going to let the fact the two men were complete strangers get in her way. She was going to be the best Goddamn matchmaker this subway car had ever seen.

🎂it's my party (and i'll cry if i want to) by @alpineandbucky - [Teen; 1,8k words]

[Modern AU; Neighbours; Alpine; Fluff; Domestic Fluff; Hopeful Ending]

Based off of this prompt by @dreadlockholiday on tumblr:

I want a fic where Bucky throws a birthday party for Alpine but no one shows up and Bucky is very sad until he runs into his hot, beefy and kind neighbour Steve who asks what's wrong and when Bucky tells him Steve is like, "Unacceptable😤✨" And that's how the three of them have the best cat birthday party ever and then go for a walk holding hands with Alpine in her fancy cat trolley judging everyone that passes by.

✨747 by @rohkeutta - [Gen; 735 words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Recovering Bucky; Space Nerd Bucky; Character Study; Fluff and Angst; Hurt/Comfort]

All this light, Bucky thinks, leaning his chin to his forearms, curled into himself like a forest animal against the chill. His socked feet feel exposed and vulnerable against the step. All this light, and still it’s ancient history.

🪐i say your name by @rohkeutta - [Teen; 1,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Endgame Fix-it; Established Relationship; Grief/Mourning; Steve Comes Back; Space Nerd Bucky; Kissing; Hurt/Comfort; Angst With a Happy Ending]

Bucky’s sitting on the back porch steps, curled up against the chill, when the door opens and closes behind him. Sam, perhaps, awoken by Bucky’s nightmares that lurk in the corners of the rooms: shadows that no longer stand up, ghosts who have laid their rifles down.

Bucky doesn't turn. If it's Sam, he can stay. If it's someone else, they can keep the ghosts.

🎄A Jolly Christmas From Frank Sinatra by AustinB - [Gen; 1,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Friends to Lovers; Christmas Party; First Kiss; Fluff]

He thinks the fireworks are just in his head.

🍒my eyes are wide like cherry pies by orphan_account - [Explicit; 1,9k words]

[Modern AU; Underage; Age Difference; Bucky is Underage; Married Peggy/Steve; Infidelity; Cheating; Anal Sex; Unsafe Sex; Spit as Lube; Bottom!Bucky]

“The things you do to me, kid,” Steve growls into his ear, “you have no fucking idea.”

Bucky takes a deep breath, as though it could tamp down the flames burning him from the inside out. “Show me,” he says.

🧶Wrapped Up in You by wearing_tearing - [Teen; 700 words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Domestic Fluff; Knitting; Bucky Barnes Knits; Softe and Warme]

“I made you something,” Bucky tells him, and that’s when Steve notices he has both arms behind his back.

“Oh, really?” Steve arches an eyebrow, interested. “I wonder what it is.”

🍑 getting off (on a technicality) by @maddiewritesstucky - [Explicit; 4,5k words]

[Modern AU; Personal Trainer Steve; Horny Crisis Bucky; First Dates; Awkward Flirting; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Fluff and Humour]

Steve looks exactly like his dating profile had advertised, with one glaring exception—the sheer size of him.

Apparently mass doesn’t translate to the small screen, because instead of getting your average beach muscle gym-bro like Bucky had been expecting, he’d instead been met with what has to be 200lbs of build-you-a-house, carry-you-up-a-mountain, wrestle-a-bear-and-win whole ass man, and it’s short circuiting Bucky’s delicate brain.

And he’s not hiding it particularly well, if the way Steve’s smirking at him when Bucky pulls himself together enough to actually look at his face is anything to go by.

***

In which Bucky most resolutely, definitively, uncompromisingly does *not* fuck on the first date...

...until he meets Steve.

🩺Exam Room B by @symbriocke - [Teen; 4,1k words]

[Modern AU; Nurse!Bucky; Patient!Steve; Meet-Cute; Minor Injuries; Flirting; Getting Together; Marriage Proposal; Happy Ending]

“Wait, what do you mean he asked for me?”

“He asked if the cute male nurse with the ponytail was working today. I assume he meant you.”