#brain was like: ooh i want to do these requests stuff

[dragon-tamer-1]

Ok seriously, I promise to get to the requests I have soon, just gotta do a few things first but I promise to start drawing/writing them as soon as I get done with these.

[luveline]

Hi Jade! I absolutely love your writing, especially when you write for Eddie or Steve. Love these two. I was wondering if you could write about an insucure reader who has been rejected a lot and doesn't believe it when someone actually starts loving her for who she is. I'd love this with either Eddie or Steve . You can choose who you want to write for. If you don't wanna write something like this, that's fine too. Just know that I love your writing!

ty for requesting!! —you have a hard time believing eddie loves you, but he does. fem, 1.1k

“Oh my god.” 

Eddie freaks you out when he talks like that. His voice turns hoarse, almost grainy, like he’s in shock, or he can’t get a grip. 

“That’s what you’re wearing?” he asks. 

“It’s not alright?” you ask, looking down at your outfit. It’s just jeans and a chunky cardigan. He sounds like he loves it, but your brain goes straight to worry anyhow. 

“No, not alright.” He leans back against your pillows, his arms behind his head and his biceps doing something cruel against his shirt sleeves. “Not alright at all. Do a spin?” 

You shake your head severely. 

“Doll,” he says, pouting gently. “Please?” 

“No, if it looks bad, I’ll change,” you say. 

“It doesn’t look bad! I’m kidding. You look the opposite of bad, so do a spin!” 

You love his voice and the way he talks, and you love him —though of course he doesn’t know it— so you end up doing a slow spin for him in your bedroom. You’ve buttoned the top button of your cardigan and it’s a very static movement, but he oohs, ahs, and sits up quickly. 

“Yeah, you look fucking beautiful.” 

“Boo,” you mumble. 

“Just as I suspected you would.” He gestures you forward. “Wait, come over here a second.” 

Eddie says wait as an act of persuasion, or a white lie; he makes it sound as though there’s something urgent afoot, but there never is. He grabs your arm when you’re close enough, then your back, looking up into your face imploringly. “I just wanted to look at you.” Being held like this warms you from the inside out. His hand scrunches your cardigan and shirt, the other bringing your arm to his chest. “But you guessed that.” 

“No, I…” You smile in a flat line. “You’re sure I look good?” 

“Of course I am. I was kidding,” he says, softer now. “You know? I was being sarcastic, because you look that good it’s crazy to imply you look bad. I promise.” 

You sit down on the bed beside him. 

“You look so pretty,” he says. 

You nod as a strange ache blossoms in your throat. “Sorry,” you say, wishing you could explain it to him. You weren’t always scared of what people are thinking, but past dismissal has left you off kilter, and now he’s paying the price. 

“For what, angel?” he asks, though he’s not waiting for an answer. “You’re…you do look beautiful, you do, I’m not messing around. Well, I was. But I’m not now, so don’t be sorry, and don’t worry. I love this stuff, I fucking love the jeans, you have nice thighs,” —he laughs at your tired sigh— “and I love buttons. These buttons are great.” 

You let your cheek rest gently on his arm, still laughing. He’s such a sweetheart when he wants to be, but he’s not half as cool as he thinks he is. He’s too earnest to be a bad boy. “Thank you.” 

“I love you.” 

You shake your head. Eddie’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, face encouraged into his neck. “I do,” he says gently. “I’ve told you before, haven’t I?” 

“Yes.” 

He brings his hand to the back of your neck. “Mm. And have I given you any reason to think I’m lying?” 

“I don’t think you’re lying, I just think that… that I… you know.”

“I know. Doesn’t make it true.” He sounds a peculiar mixture of sad and happy at once. Find concern, perhaps, or loving derision. “I love you, and I’d love it if you walked around in bobbly sweaters and clogs. I don’t care what you wear, ‘cos it’s you.” 

“There’s nothing even that good about me to feel that way for.” 

“You don’t think so, but I do.” He turns his face down to you and presses the bridge of his nose to your temple. 

His t-shirt smells like clary soap. You curl your hand into the front of it, the soft wall of his abdomen underneath a familiar comfort. He hugs you tighter still. Eddie’s told you he loves you a few times, and you’d thought that when a guy finally felt the same way about you, everything would be fixed, you could say it back and live happily ever after, but it hasn’t worked out that way so far. Every time he tells you he loves you, you’re paralysed by the idea that he can’t. But then he holds you like this and you start to wonder if he’s telling the truth. 

He kisses the side of your face. “You okay?” he asks, kissing you again to punctuate. 

“Yes. Yeah.” You work your arms behind his back and squeeze him. 

Eddie encourages your head back carefully. He meets your eyes; all you can see is his irises, deeply brown, and his long lashes where they tent together. You’re too close to see his lips, but you can sense that he’s smiling from the warmth in his eyes and the slight droop of his eyelids. 

“Kiss?” he murmurs. 

You hum a yes. Eddie nudges your nose with his until there’s space to kiss you, your lips pressed tight and then less so, a dance of sweet kisses. You relax under his touch, the physical evidence of his affection, so totally that your back clicks. He smiles into your mouth but pulls away, too tempted by the opportunity to make a joke. 

“You need a masseuse,” he says, bringing his hand to your cheek. 

“No, I don’t.” You can practically see the steam radiating off of your cheeks. 

“You totally do. I could give you a massage, babe. I’m really good.” 

“No… we’re going to the movies.” 

“See, that sounds like you do want one. I can give you one later.” 

You look at him for too long, his brows pulling together in concern, but it’s nothing he has to worry about. “Love you,” you say quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in for another hug. 

His arm stutters at your side. “I love you,” you correct. The ‘I’ is important, especially when he’s never heard it from you before. It’s easy to love someone so patient, and so funny. 

He hugs you tight and sudden. “Yeah,” he says, “I love you too.” His watch digs into your spine. You don’t tell him. It’ll probably bruise, but you just don’t care. It’s nice to be loved fiercely. 

[opennwindows]

May I request a smoll eyeless jack x f reader nsfw story? Or headcanons?

eyeless jack x fem reader NSFW hcs

cw: 18+ content, medical kink, breeding kink, biting, blood, kinda disrespecting boundaries?? kinda not??, afab fem aligned reader

a/n: hey let’s all ignore my wildly different formatting for each post until i figure out wtf i’m doing lmfao. i decided to do hcs for this since i enjoy rambling and i have a couple fics already lined up and those take significantly longer for me to write!! i hope that’s okay anon, i just want to get more stuff posted :) also i threw a bunch of random ideas together for this so if you’d like anything else more specific please req again!

sooo we all know eyeless jack is a demon, right? to say dude is into some freaky shit would be an understatement.

- jack has a higher sex drive than most due to his demon tendencies. pair that with the rush he gets after a good evening of organ harvesting and you’re in for a Very Long Night. his stamina is also no joke.

- wear a short skirt? it’s getting cut off with his scalpel. accidentally slice your finger while chopping vegetables? well you better turn off the stove because he’s bending you over it. he senses you’re ovulating? he’s fucking you twice as much.

- if you’re into medical play and getting cut up with surgery tools he will be over the moon.

- if not, you’re gonna have to have a sit down talk with jack. he will do his best, but he can end up viewing you as just a lowly human at times. you’re gonna have to put your foot down sternly to fully gain his respect. he cares about your boundaries (somewhat), it just takes a minute to get through to his human side.

- on that note, don’t even dream of dominating him. he’ll laugh in your face and restrain you if the idea even crosses your mind. the thought of a weaker being telling him what to do during sex is comical to jack. he might let you ride him if he’s feeling lazy, but his clawed hands will be gripped around your waist as a silent reminder of who’s in charge.

- he’s into degradation. not the typical “you’re a whore” shit. no, this guy will take every chance to remind you that you’re just a fragile little human that’s only breathing because he lets you. if you feed into his ego, jack will reward you with his face between your thighs for hours.

- ooh let me take a moment to talk about this monster’s tongue. godly is an ironic term to describe anything involving jack but it’s the only fitting word. it’s long, slightly textured, quick and strong. he looooves to edge you until you inevitably break and the only words you can form are broken pleas. you’re gonna have to pry him off of you during your periods. he’s a little nasty

- jack will pretty much refuse to cum anywhere that isn’t inside you or your mouth. during sex, he tends to fully give into his animalistic demon qualities. meaning the only thing running through his mind is ‘breed, breed, breed.’

- big corruption kink. like MASSIVE. i think all the pastas have some form of corruption kink, but obviously the whole demon thing brings it to a new level. if you were a virgin when you met him, he’s gonna have to physically restrain himself from pouncing on you the second its brought up in conversation.

- let’s talk about positions. jack’s not really picky as long as he’s fucking your brains out but he does have a few favorites. mating press is almost always a winner since it feeds into his need to breed (i crack myself up). missionary is a classic that ensures he can have complete control. jack is also a fan of fucking on operating tables???? don’t ask me ask him, he’s odd. his least favorites involve 69, cowgirl, or pretty much anything that involves you on top of him. he doesn’t really get tired so doing all the work doesn’t bother him.

- will 100% spit in your mouth and he doesn’t care if you think it’s gross. get used to it sorry. if you’re into it then you’ve won.

- probably will throw a tantrum if he finds out you masturbated without him. he’s given you so much special attention and you still want more? well. he’s gonna fuck you so hard that you’ll be too sore to even think about touching yourself. i’m praying for you girl good luck.

- LOVES TO BITE ON YOUR CHEST AND NECK. i cannot stress this enough. and he WILL draw blood, i mean his mouth is full of sharp teeth so it’s basically a given. bro will be fucking you and straight up take a drink break FROM YOUR THROAT. be prepared to never show your neck or cleavage in public ever again. unless you’re into that. then you go girl, we’re all cheering for you.

- jack thinks it’s hilarious to say terrifying unsexy shit during sex. “i can’t wait to cut you open and eat those delicious kidneys that belong to me….” you just look at him with your mouth open. you’d be better off ignoring his annoying ass he (probably) doesn’t mean it.

[seuonji]

彡 living with you.

notes ๑ scenarios of things that occurred when you started living with your svt bf!

genre ๑ fluff

warnings ๑ none but in seokmin’s one it’s hinted the reader wears makeup!!

word count ๑ 1k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

waking up early with seungcheol/soonyoung/jihoon and going grocery shopping!!

seungcheol has a hard time saying no when you want to buy unrelated items like house decoration or a grill— you always end up buying too much and struggle to carry the items back home.

you’re the one who has to control soonyoung when it comes to buying stuff but like wdym he can’t buy the tiger themed cooking set? fortunately, he’s great at remembering a ‘things to buy’ list but what comes with that is a tornado that wants to buy a bicycle along the way.

jihoon would ask you “are you sure you need it.” or “what are you going to use it for.” you end up leaving the store with what you actually need. but he might slip in a tub of ice cream or a pack of candy you like when you reach the counter.

+

jeonghan pulling you back to bed whenever you move after waking up. it’s a pain when you have to pee cause he will not let go.

“it’s so early, why are you already leaving?”

he loves nuzzling his face into your neck but if you don’t enjoy that you’re just gonna have to kick him in the shins to push him away ʅ（◞_◟）ʃ.

+

joshua loves going out but when he moved in with you, his outing time decreased sufficiently. he loves laying on the couch with you as you two turn off your brains and talk about random stuff while your mixed playlist plays in the background.

+

for some reason, you always walk in on jun in the middle of doing a silly dance. he will not hesitate to drag you to dance with him.

on a cuter note, when he’s free he definitely surprises you with breakfast in bed. he takes note of things you’re craving and serves it to you without fail.

+

wonwoo placed another chair beside his gaming chair. it’s there so that you can sit beside him while he’s gaming.

i mean, you usually sit on his lap but sometimes he jumps in the middle of playing when he gets frustrated at the game… so he had to implement the second chair—

+

seokmin loves joining you while you get ready to go out. he just sits beside you and plays with your hair but if you ask him to dry or brush your hair, he’ll do it. might even help you organise you stuff so that it doesn’t hassle you when you get back home.

+

mingyu heard your stomach rumble late at night. he laughed about it and you got offended, making it clear by facing your back towards him.

“i’m sorry yn!” he said between laughs as he pulled you towards him.

“shut up, go sleep.”

“come let me cook you a meal, what do you want?”

turns into a night of you sitting on the counter while mingyu’s at the stove cooking the meal you requested. he’d wear an apron even if it was 4 in the morning.

+

minghao, you let him use the spare room for his art but it sort of turned into your healing room. you two just stay there, no electronics, no phones, not much except for art supplies on the floor and a small stool. minghao often sits as you lay your head on his lap but you two switch of course. on the days he had art block, with consent, he’d paint on your skin to try and get some ideas.

“ooh i like that one!” you beamed as you took a peek to your arm that minghao was painting on.

“really? guess i found my next piece.”

+

getting noise complaints with seungkwan/chan after you two argued over who could get a score of 100% on karaoke.

also i feel like he’s type to tackle you when he hugs you so there’s so many loud thuds and every time that happens—

bottom line y’all loud as hell.

but on another note about the hugs, he def always tackles you onto the bed whenever you come back home from work or an outing or just after you shower!!

+

breakfast at the balcony with vernon!

there on the balcony, you both have either really deep conversations or the most pointless conversations to exist. if your neighbours could hear you, they’d be concerned cause your topics really go from “do i deserve to exist?” to “i think i could be president and it would go well.”

you two could start a podcast, it will succeed. or that’s just what vernon likes to believe.

[dwntwn-strnlo]

HELIX matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. this request is from july HELP

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. piercing date 🤭

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . reader is best friends with the triplets (and has a soft spot for Matt), they are recording a video and then they talk about things they wanna do, like visiting a certain country, just some rambles. Reader then talks about how she always wanted to get a piercing but is afraid about it and never had the courage to do it. So the next day Matt takes her on a surprise date to a piercing studio where she gets it done. Just some fluffy stuff where he holds her hand and tries to encourage her to do what she always wanted to do. ( @hedgehogperalta )

"okay, okay, here's one." you say, finding a good question. "'what's on the top of your bucket list?'"

"scuba diving for sure," nick answers almost immediately. then trailing on while chris counters with his bucket list.

after the two of them finish, matt turns around in his seat, meeting your eyes. "what about you, y/n?" he smiles lightly, visibly interested in what you would like to do.

"oh," you huff, scanning your brain. you were so invested in nick and chris' rebuttal that you didnt think of your answer. "ive always wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing, but ive always been too scared to do it."

"ooh ive always wanted a helix," nick adds.

matt smiles, "y/n you would look really cool with a helix."

you return the smile, a light blush creeping on your cheeks. "would I really?"

"or just a straight up nose ring," chris encourages.

"right," nick laughs, "you need to go get a piercing for sure."

you smile. ego definitely boosted from all of this encouragement.

. . .

"can i-"

"no." matt huffs, cutting you off. you've asked him the same question over and over, 'where are we going?' 'can I know what we're doing?' and so on.

"well are we at least close?" you ask, looking out the window beside you. watching as the buildings and cars flash past.

matt hesitates, taking a left turn, "just like four more minutes."

you turn to the radio, turning the music down. trying to figure out why in the world matt randomly texted you that he has a surprise for you. but nothing crosses your mind.

"and. . . here we are!" matt says, lightly biting his lip in excitement.

you look out the windshield to find yourself parked in front of a piercing studio.

"matt, holy shit-"

"you were talking about how you wanted a piercing last night and so I figured might as well." he smiles at you, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

suddenly you felt small. nervous butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I dont know if I can do this, matt." you awkwardly chuckle.

"sure you can," he assures, leaning over to meet your eyes. "this is wear nick gets his piercings, it's safe, and they're all kind. I promise."

you look at him with an untrusting look in your eye. still not sure about going through with this.

matt reaches out and grabs your hand, "I can hold your hand while they do it." he says, knitting his brows with an assuring smile.

looking down to you hand intertwined with his, your breath hitches. "well- I can't aff-"

"my treat." he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, "i wouldn't have drove you all the way out here just to make you pay."

"matt-"

"y/n." he giggles. "quit stalling, kid."

releasing a shaky breath, you nod. "okay." you mumble, nodding your head again before getting out of the van.

matt gets out and meets you at the door. then asking if your ready and opening the door. he lets you walk in first, and then following you in. "appointment for sturniolo." he says, walking up to the front desk.

the lady at the front nods, leading the two of you to a room. "which one of you is it today?" she asks, pulling two gloves on over her hands.

matt gestures to you before sitting down in the chair next to you, "she is."

"awesome," the lady smiles. "you can sit here. and what are you getting?"

"oh- uhm a helix?" you say.

she nods before spinning slightly in her chair to set everything up.

you meet matt's eyes, your face clearly washed with panic.

"you're alright," he whispers soothingly. he picks up your hand you holds it in both of his. gently rubbing your knuckles. "you'll be fine and you'll come out of it looking badass." he laughs lightly.

amusedly rolling your eyes, you smile, "sure."

"okay, you ready?" the lady asks, turning around with her things.

you look at matt and he smiles, silently assuring you again. "yeah, I am." you nervously laugh, squeezing matt's hand tightly.

shutting your eyes, you try focusing on the unintentional rhythm of the way matts thumb slides across your skin. doing your best to completely ignore the quick sting in your ear.

"all done." the lady says.

you open your eyes, looking around confused. "I didn't even notice."

matt smiles, "see, I told you it would be okay."

"thank you, matt."

"of course," he says, his cheeks going a light pink at your praise.

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Patreon Requests for riannon07

Moyo did some alpha stuff? 😮 My maxis match models don't do this stuff justice... These are Patreon requests for @riannon07 and I just want to say thank you for the challenge, I don't know if I succeeded or not 😅 but hopefully everything's useable!

These are Sifix's Fiorenza Dress and Elfdor's Recolors, Belaloallure's Blossom Outfit, Belaloallure's Akera Top and Pants as separates, and Nightcrawler's Rift Hair (Style A). As you asked clothes are all on the BobbyTH Bootylicious bodyshape. Shoes were converted by ImaginaryBoutique.

All of the clothes are AF only, the hair is TF-EF.

Now the first elephant in the room, being alpha cc this stuff is high poly.

Belaloallure Akera Pants + MMSIMS Dunk Low Sneakers - 17k Belaloallure Akera Top - 7k Belaloallure Blossom Outfit + Benevolence Clarity Heels - 25k ❗(the heels are 11k alone but they are really pretty I admit) Sifix Fiorenza Dress - 17k Nightcrawler Rift Hair - 20k

Download links, more details, and some of my rambling under the cut.

Everything comes in the colors you asked for. The Sifix dress I did include the original 10 colors because 10 isn't that many but only the Elfdor recs you wanted.

And while the Nightcrawler hair does come in the colors you wanted I also did a bunch extra. While I stopped using alpha hairstyles only just last year I stopped using alpha hair colors in 2019 so I got a bit carried away oohing and aahing at them. 24 of Pooklet/Digi/Io's naturals, elders use mail bomb, pipe bomb & shax and 6 of Pooklet/Digi's unnaturals. I think 🤔 Man 2019 was only what like 4 years ago and my brain's like wHaT iS AlpHA sTuFF?? hOW dO i aLPhA?? There's a swatch included. Everything has swatches.

And now for the second elephant in the room, this is the first time I've converted anything alpha! My mom watched me convert some of this and I told her I don't know why the sheer amount of vertices surprised me given that I know alpha stuff is higher poly and thus more vertices 😅 But some stuff is a bit wonky. I'm happy to fix any issues that arise (although I can't say for certain that I know how). In particular I'll acknowledge that the hair IS kind of rough. Hair is my least-experienced CAS category even with clay stuff. There's some weird blips and transparencies and I'm not totally happy with my retexturing job but for my first alpha hair (and only 4th hair in general) I'm pretty proud of myself regardless. Just, I understand if anybody hates the hair I won't be sad.

Also, I must thank the ever fantastic @paluding for helping me out with the UV issue I ran into on the shoes for the Blossom Outfit ❤️

Anyways,

🍸Sifix's Fiorenza Dress/Elfdor's Recolors, Belaloallure's Blossom Outfit, Belaloallure's Akera Top and Pants, and Nightcrawler's Rift Hair download on Patreon (FREE)

But please consider becoming a patron if you want to show me support or make requests! ❤️🙏 Any support is extremely appreciated and really helps me out!

[masterjedilenawrites]

I have a request if you’re feeling up for it :)

I wanted to know what each clone’s S/O does to get them flustered? 🤔 like all blushy, stuttering, etc? Is it words from their S/O? Light touches?(ticklish,sensitive,etc) I was in a fluffy mood and you are a good writer. I shall pay you in llamas pls & thank u ✨🦙 🦙🦙🦙

Ooh hard to pass up a deal for llamas. But first I need to know, are they smelly? Do they get along with cats? And can they survive on a small apartment balcony?

Cody, Wolffe, and Wrecker melt over sweet and kind gestures. Gentle touches are a big one. It sends such pleasant tingles across their skin and they cannot comprehend how they could possibly deserve such softness. Another is being taken care of, such as their armor being cleaned or being cooked a nice meal. They won't be able to find the words to express how such acts make them feel. 

Tup, Dogma, and Thorn will be flushed, stuttering messes over just about anything. Seriously, any kind of attention goes straight to their hearts without a fight, and comes spilling over in the most frazzled and adorable of ways. We're talking compliments, being thanked, brushing arms as they move by, seeing their S/O blush... These three are immediately red as a tomato and utterly helpless.

Hardcase, Tech, and Mayday would need it laid on them real thick before they're even aware. Simple brushes of the hand won't do the trick, they need their head caressed in both hands. Sweet words or silly pet names? No, they need to be taken aside, looked in the eye, and told just how handsome or strong they are. Then they'll start stuttering and blushing.

Fox, Rex, and Echo will get worked into a tizzy any time their S/O shines the spotlight on them in public. Behind closed doors, they are totally fine hearing compliments, holding them close, being doted on. But around others, they cannot function with that attention. It's not even out of embarrassment or anything; the gestures just hit them that much deeper when they're on display.

Fives, Jesse, and Crosshair aren't too easily thrown off their game, but there is one simple thing that will make their brains short circuit: their S/O's smile. They dream about that smile. It is the single most dazzling, beautiful, perfect thing they have ever seen in their entire lives, and it will make them seize up and swoon, without fail, every single time. 

Kix, Hunter, and Gregor are more likely to be flustered over things that are... uh, less than innocent, shall we say. They don't bat an eye at the fluffy stuff. It's still enjoyable, don't get them wrong, but they won't be turning pink just by holding hands. No, their blushes only come out when touched teasingly elsewhere, or at suggestive turns of phrase, or even at flirty winks. 

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[klausinamarink]

For Klaus’s Birthday Special 💜💜💜

How about a combination from your list, of Accidental Confessions and “Two shots of vodka.”

“-seven bottles of vodka, four bottles of rum and whiskey, three bottles of pineapple and tomato juice, two bottles of syrup, eight cans of gin and tonic, four bowls of sliced fruit, and a plate of sugar.” Steve finished counting off all of the items on the table. “Anything else we’re missing?”

Eddie hummed thoughtfully before he snapped his fingers. Steve watched him rummage through one of the bags before pulling out two small delicate mini-umbrellas. Eddie opened them and placed them carefully next to the empty glasses. 

“Now we’re ready,” Eddie grinned at Steve. It sent some happy shivers up his spine as usual.

“This is still the stupidest idea ever,” Robin said from her seat next to the camera.

“It was your idea!” Steve said. 

“No. It was some random Patreon request from five months ago that you and Eddie insisted on doing. And it was only five dollars! Five!”

“Ready when you are, guys,” Jeff said, apparently taking their single brain cell for the moment.

Eddie jumped first onto their ‘intro’, “Do you guys love to drink at bar?” 

Steve crossed his arms as he pressed his, “But can’t afford it in this economy?” 

As practiced, they both swept their arms over the crowded table. “Let us be your guides!”

The Patreon request had made it sound easy: make some cocktails and other alcoholic drinks for designated events without looking up any existing recipes. The only problem was that neither Steve or Eddie knew any bartending 101. Except when they had discussed it over about tossing it aside, they both immediately realized wait, this is a good idea.

After they laid down the ground rules - only seven drinks will be made because they will not die of alcohol poisoning just for Youtube views -  Jeff took out a card, chuckling as he read the first prompt. 

“A drink for the babysitters.”

“Ooh!” Steve’s eyes lit up, “I know this one!”

He grabbed the neck of an unopened vodka, grabbing one of the empty glasses. “So here’s what we need-” 

Steve wrestled with opening the bottle. Eddie tried to help but Steve slapped him away, barely containing his giggles as he finally opened the vodka. Was it weird that he already felt kinda drunk?

“Two shots of vodka!”

Steve poured a considerable amount until it looked about half full. He drank it all, shuddering from the burn sliding down inside his chest. Steve smacked his lips together with satisfaction.

Everyone stared back at him expectedly.

“What?”

“Is- is that it?” Eddie asked, horrified.

“Yep.”

“That can’t be it!” 

“Dude, you clearly don’t babysit enough hours as I did.”

“You called that two shots? That was half a bottle, Steve!”

Robin started cackling, “Nevermind, you two are brilliant!”

“Ah yes, the babysitter’s cocktail,” Jeff nodded sagely, “I would recommend one shot for it though.”

“You heard Jeff!” Eddie threw his hands on Steve’s shoulders and started shaking him. “You’re already killing yourself with the vodka stuff! Think of your liver, big boy!”

Steve felt his cheeks heat up. Okay, the vodka was hitting him quicker than he expected.

Sadly, Eddie’s focus was returned back to the task at hand. Steve’s gaze lingered on his flexing hands and tattooed arms. By the time he snapped back to attention, Eddie had thrown together a-

“The hell is that?”

”It’s a fruit cocktail!” Eddie beamed, holding up his hideous drink. Steve gripped onto his own thigh just to prevent himself from leaning forward and smothering Eddie whole like a lust-ridden snake. 

“That’s what you would give for- sorry, what he’s making a drink for?”

“First dates,” Jeff snickered, “Now I know why Eddie’s been single for ages.”

“Hey!” Eddie’s face reddened, “Only because I’ve been wanting to ask Steve on a-”

Eddie suddenly shut up so fast that his jaw clicked. He looked anxious, glancing over at Steve before he started to gulp down his drink.

“Ask me what?” Steve felt an inkling of something. It better not be the inevitable dread of yet another relationship falling into ruin. 

“N-Nothing!” Eddie coughed, clearly regretting his improvised beverage. 

“Were you about to ask me out, Eds?” Steve wished he could smack himself for even asking the words aloud. But the vodka made him loose and a little braver than he usually was.

Eddie tugged a lock of hair over his mouth. He looked even more red than the tomato juice. He murmured something under his breath.

“What’s that?” Steve leaned in closer. Their breaths mingled together. They both smelled nasty but hey, Steve had some odd things awakening inside of him since meeting Eddie. 

“Yes…” Eddie spoke more clearly, barely looking at him.

“Yes what?”

Eddie groaned. Then he straightened up, clamped his hands on both sides of Steve’s face, and cried out, “I’ve been wanting to go out with you for a very long time, Steve!”

And then Eddie surged forward to kiss him.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s torso as he tasted the sharp tangs of vodka and pineapple. He pushed Eddie’s hips back, holding him against the table counter. 

Robin screeched, “DON’T MAKE OUT ON THE TABLE!” 

Steve probably would have flipped her off, but he had a more important task in hand and that was pushing his tongue down Eddie’s throat and hearing his soft moans.

Until some cold water sprayed at his face.

“Hey-!” Steve broke away, only to be nearly blinded by more water. Next to him, Eddie hissed like a cat.

Jeff stood in front of them with a spray bottle in hand. He looked clearly done with their shit while Robin seemed to be either laughing her ass off or performing an exorcism on herself. 

“This was supposed to maintain your sobriety, but I think you two can just go to horny jail instead.”

[rzyraffek]

Eddie gluskin alphabet? 👀 That's a whole ass husband right there

Its been in my inbox for a week now😩😩 I didnt know what to put in some letters cuz all 'fluff alphabet ideas' had some weird ideas so I had to use my own brain. Scary Request open

She/her, sfw fluff, eddie gluskin is a bit of warning himself, kinda yandere-ish?

Eddie Gluskin fluff alphabet

Affection (how cuddly and how touchy they are with their partner)

Guy lives for night cuddles and hand holding while walking thrue hospital corridors. He doenst see good relationships without often touches

Body(favorite body part in their lover)

For sake of keeping it sfw im going to write that he really likes her hair and hands! Ooh and if s/o happens to be thick/chubby he gonna flew away

Comfort(how would he comfort his lover)

He would take whole situation very seriously and be straightforward about his opinion. Would grab her hand and lisen to her problems

Dating(are you guys doing on dates? Where and how)

Bestie the only 'outside world' you gonna see is hospital abandoned garden

But he sometimes tries to make atmosphere in one of rooms! Set candles prep some lil meal!

Emotions(how emotionally vulnerable he becomes?)

He never really shows his 'weak' side untill long time in relationship, he simply believes he has no issues regarding his emotional state

Future(what plans they have with their lover)

Definitely big house with a lot of kids, very old school marriage, he works she takes care of home

Gifts(do they give gifts? And how they react to receiving gifts too)

Would give her whole world if he could, if she is very close to him, he gonna spoil her so much

Also he treats any gift he receives like its the most precious thing ever! 'Oh honey you shouldn't give me this you are way to sweet'

Honesty(how sincerely and honest he is)

Even though eggie uses way too much smart words and complements he is rather straightforward about his plans and worries

Injury (how would he react to her getting hurt?)

Angy. Very angy acually. Who? When? Where? How? You stay there while he gets rid of any degenerate tha- you just fell down?? Awww you little silly you are so cute he should spend way more time with you then, if you are so so clumsy

Jealousy (how easly he gets Jealous and what triggers it)

Everyone and everything. He is a good husband and he takes good care of his wife mental health he cant let some disgusting joke of a person ruin their relationship! I mean none will break bond they have, right? Noone

Kiss(where and how they kiss)

Kisses everyday everytime they see eachother. Morning smooches and goodnight ones are must have. Also he loves when she kisses his neck and cheeks

Loyalty (would they cheat?)

No. Shes one and only he would never!

Marriage(do they want to get married)

His whole thing his marriage, he wants it as soon as yall meet! He is her perfect groom and she is his perfect bride

No(what is complete deadbreaker for them)

Also for sake of keeping it sfw imma say: Angry people. He can deal with people who are sad or shy. But when somone attacks him or yells? Rip. Litteraly rip.

Odd(do they have little odd behaviours in relationship)

...

ObBVILUSLY HES FUCKING EDDIE GLUSKIN

Baby if you arent into some weird doctor-patient roleplays or weird misogynistic vibe I recoment turning around. Also he finds scared people cute so yeah he gonna spook her on purpose

Personality (what he finds attractive personality wise)

Shy people, submissive, but he doesnt mind extroverts too. As far as they aren't annoying he's in love

Quality time (what they do in free time with them)

Probably reading, dancing, planning their future, having lil dates

Romantic (how Romantic they are?)

Guy litteraly wears suit every day, he also calls her honey/wifey/dear on daily basis. He is the undead romantic and he won't change, cliché stuff is his favourite

Secrets(what they are hiding)

A LOT, again its EGGIE FUCKING GLUSKIN guy has probably his all ex gf dead in his basement or some other fucked up stuff. Like idk, his biggest secret is that once he saw her in ugly outfit and lied and said that its pretty idk

Trust(how much they trust his other half)

Guy needs good few months if not years to trust her. But if he does omg Lady you could stab him, say it was accident and he would believe her. Its not that he's dumb, he is just mentally ill and kinda delusional (noway)

Understanding

Guy lacks empathy, but he can understand certain issues that she is facing, he will 10p% give her weird protip

Value(how much they value their lover)

Alot. Like his whole plot is looking for perfect love. When he finally finds the one (you) and hes 100% sure that it is it. The one(you). He gonna do anything to keep her alive happy and as lovley as ever. She's the most valuable thing he ever had and he won't just drop her? She is staying in his hand forever

Wildcard(random stuff about them)

Guy finds caring people hot. Please take care of him like he is alittle boy that just fell of swing please do it. Tell him how worried you are and please treat his wounds

X-ray(how much they can read emotions and thoughts of their lover)

Guy totaly isn't and empath but he totaly can read their feelings by expressions and body language.

Yes(how would he propose to her)

Yall seen the game?? Guy is straightforward with it. Just pick her up and "you gonna be my wife you know"

Zzz(sleep habits)

If wife no in bed? Why sleep?

He needs her laying next to him for him to acually relax and fall asleep

[theprinceandagcd]

home is where the heart is (but God I love the English)

Summary: Alex's relationship with "London Boy" by Taylor Swift is an emotional journey.

Words: 4,026

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Notes: via @KeptinOnZeBridg on Twitter: "alex continuously teasing henry with taylor swift's "london boy" and singing it over and over again when they shop, when they get to bed, when they cook, and when their friends are over"

So. Anyway. I'm not entirely sure what this is? Is it a crack fic? It might be a crack fic. I hope you like it anyway. I do :)

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you know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Soho, drinking in the afternoon

he likes my American smile

like a child, when our eyes meet

darling, I fancy you

----

Alex wouldn’t consider himself a Swiftie, necessarily.

June has been obsessed since they were little and still in Texas – Alex has distinct memories of her strumming a guitar and covering Our Song repeatedly because it was the only song she learned at the time. When Taylor Swift stopped in D.C. for the Reputation tour the year after his mom get elected, he’d tagged along with June and Nora, dressed in all black at the girls’ insistence to fit the vibes.

It’d been fine. He’d had a good time.

But he doesn’t know her entire discography and only pretends to keep up when someone starts diving into the Taylor Swift lore, like who her best exes are or why there were five holes in a fence in an Instagram photo years ago. Her music is good, and he doesn’t actively want to turn it off most of the time when he hears it – he doesn’t understand why that can’t be the end of the conversation.

Still, when Lover comes out in late August of 2019, only a week after he had to clean cake out of places he never wanted to clean cake out of, he finds himself lounging back on June’s unnecessarily fluffy pillows, Nora and June both curled up near the foot of the bed with June’s phone as midnight rolls around. Snacks are scattered around them, like they’re preparing for some kind of fucking apocalypse instead of listening to a pop album. He’s got his HRH Prince Henry fact sheet open on his lap as they start playing the first track for the first time, because he’s here for the snacks and to make June happy, and he’s supposed to be committing this stuff to memory at the same time.

The album isn’t bad. He nods his head along to some of the songs, taps his fingers in tune with a few, and he doesn’t really offer a lot of commentary.

“Okay, this next one is… London Boy.” He isn’t looking, but he feels June’s eyes on the side of his face. “Ooh, wonder if it’s about your new best friend.”

Alex frowns, glancing up at her. “What?”

“Henry, obviously,” June says, grinning around a mouthful of Pop-tart. She gestures vaguely toward the file in his hand. “Doesn't he qualify as a London boy?”

“There’s at least a ninety percent probability that it’s about her boyfriend,” Nora supplies, unhelpfully, as she rips open a bag of skittles.

“And the other ten percent?” June tilts her head and smirks, clearly enjoying this too much.

“I’d say like, eight percent that it’s Harry Styles.”

“And?”

“Probably at least one percent that it’s Henry." Nora shrugs. "He’s the more attractive option of the two royal English men within a decent age range.”

June turns back to Alex, eyebrows raised high on her forehead. “See, there’s a chance.”

“Just play the goddamn song, Bug.”

Nora throws a yellow skittle at his head. “Boo, party pooper.”

June plays the song, as requested, and it’s good.

Except.

Except it’s a little too... boppy for his taste.

Except now he’s stuck thinking about pristine blonde hair and stupid blue eyes and an upturned perfect nose because June has made the association in his brain before he’d even been able to give the song a chance. He breathes in deep through his nose and stares at the words in front of him and tries to push down the irritation rising in his chest. Random facts about Prince Henry are staring back up at him, mocking him and reminding him that he has to fix this stupid mess that wasn’t even his fault.

Well, not really.

“It was cute,” Nora says once the song has stopped.

Alex just shrugs. “It’s not my favorite. Next.”

He pretends not to see the glare that June shoots at him. It’s easier than trying to figure out why his stomach is in knots just from thinking about Henry. 

It's probably just pure annoyance. 

----

Taylor Swift has bad timing.

On January 3rd, two days after Henry kissed him on New Years’, Alex is antsy and irritable and needs to distract himself because he's definitely being ghosted. So, he’s trying to get a head start on reading for his classes that don’t start for another fucking week because he has to do something when Idris Elba’s voice comes through the speaker playing a random pop playlist on Spotify. 

He hates that he recognizes it immediately, even though he’s pretty sure he’s only heard it twice since it came out. Even more, he hates the way it immediately makes him feel.

His stomach drops and twists, and the book he was holding slips from his hands because they’re suddenly damp and he can’t hold onto it. He fumbles in his hurry to slam his hand on the volume down button of the offending piece of technology, and the book crashes to the floor beside his desk, loud and jarring. The silence that follows offers little comfort, the tune still playing in his head, echoing between his ears.

Reflexively, he unlocks his phone and opens his message thread with Henry, reading back over the texts he’s sent – questions of if Henry is alive and if they can talk and—nothing. No new messages or missed calls or even a fucking like on his most recent Instagram post. That had been a stretch, he knows - a desperate attempt to get anything from Henry, but the radio silence has only continued. It feels like he’s lost something, something monumental, which is fucking stupid because they weren’t anything, not really. Acquaintances, at best. Fake friends, at worst.

It’s what Alex tells himself.

It doesn’t feel true.

He counts out four minutes in ten second intervals in his head and then turns the volume back up on his speaker. Another song has started playing, one that doesn’t remind him of cold air and warm hands on his cheeks and soft lips pressed to his underneath a tree in the White House garden.

It’s another story, he guesses, if that’s all he can think about anyway, regardless of what song plays. He’ll still blame Taylor Swift for the crack in his chest that he presses a hand to as he picks his book back up, opening it up and not comprehending a single goddamn word. 

Maybe he should have just let the stupid song play. He feels like shit already, anyway.

----

He plays it for Henry in Paris, just to annoy him.

They’re eating apricots and tarts and laughing curled up together on the bedspread in their robes and nothing else, and Alex gives Henry an airpod and they go back and forth picking songs. Alex pokes fun at Henry’s Bowie choices and Henry rolls his eyes when Alex plays the Beatles, but they’re giggling and it’s stupid, really, how this moment feels stuck in time. He knows minutes are passing and he knows Henry will have to leave soon, but their heads are tucked close together and Henry’s palm is warm on Alex’s leg, and he wishes they could just stay here forever.

Here feels like somewhere else, safe from prying eyes and people who wouldn’t understand. Here, they’re just two boys curled together in a Paris hotel room that are friends, that sort of understand each other, that know what the other tastes like when they come and where to kiss to make the other squirm. It’s a little terrifying, this feeling blooming in his chest and expanding. It feels beautiful and fragile, and Alex isn’t sure he’s capable of not fucking it up.

It would be on brand for him, if he’s being honest.

So, he types the song name into his search bar and clicks play. He cuts his eyes up at Henry with a grin, because this is supposed to be something casual, not something that makes him feel like he might die if he loses it. The song is just silly enough, and Henry rolls his eyes and shoves him away, complaining that he needs to take a shower before he heads out.

He hands Alex back his airpod and gets up, but he smiles at Alex before he disappears into the bathroom. Alex lets the song finish playing as he hears the shower turn on, and part of him kind of wants to take off his own robe and join him. Henry would probably let him, but Alex has already skirted the edge of what this is supposed to be this morning, when he watched Henry sleep and traced the ridges of his spine with his fingertips.

Taylor sings “you know I love a London boy” in his right ear, the other airpod tucked into his fist, and Alex, for just a moment, wonders if he could.

Or if he’d even be allowed.

----

The song haunts Alex on his worst day. 

When Henry leaves the lakehouse, the rest of them stay for one more day, like they had planned originally. Alex asks to leave and let them enjoy the last day without him, but everyone refuses to let him go anywhere by himself, and Alex doesn’t want to ruin their vacation, too.

He’s pretty sure he already has.

Nora and June hover around him, and he tries to humor them, but his heart feels torn open and shattered. No, his heart feels gone, ripped from his chest and halfway across the Atlantic by now, probably. He wonders if Henry has cried over him at all, too, or if leaving was easy for him. Has he thought about texting Alex back? Has he stared at their text message thread and considered responding and giving Alex any semblance of an answer? Of a reason?

Does he understand what Alex has lost?

If, he thinks bleakly, he ever had it to begin with.

Alex lets his sister and best friend pull him onto the porch, into the warm sun that does nothing for how cold he feels, and Nora turns on some music, and he tries very hard not to open his Instagram and scroll through Henry’s feed, and he tries very hard not to wonder what he did wrong, and he tries very hard not to cry.

“We could go driving in, on my scooter-“

A broken noise slips past Alex’s lips before Nora can grab her phone and change the song. The door slams forcefully when Alex runs inside, before he's even realized that he was moving, into the room that still fucking smells like Henry. Pain laces through his scalp and – oh – he was pulling his hair. He squeezes his hands into tight fists and presses them into his eyes as his tears start to fall and fall and fall. 

He was so fucking stupid. 

It’s like he can still hear the godforsaken lyrics even though he knows the song was turned off, taunting him, words about loving British mannerisms and “just wanna be with you”s, and he isn’t sure how he read it so wrong, how he misunderstood the way that Henry had looked at him, how he’d let himself fall in love with someone who never planned on being there to catch him.

He curls up in Henry’s bunk and cries into one of the last things that Henry touched that he still has with him, ignoring June when she knocks on the door, apologizing profusely.

It doesn’t matter.

None of it matters.

----

The song winds up being a comfort when he needs it. 

Curled into a seat on a private plane the night after dancing with Henry at the Victoria and Albert Museum, Alex slots his airpods into his ears and plays music to try to calm his racing thoughts. He brings his hand up to his sternum, feels the lump of the key and ring hiding under his shirt and clings to that feeling, that hope. 

“I want you to know, I'm sure. A thousand percent."

If Alex closes his eyes, he can still feel Henry’s soft jacket underneath his fingertips, the way his palms had slid into the dips in Henry’s waist as they’d shuffled back and forth around some of the most beautiful art in the world. Or, at least, Alex assumes it is. He didn’t see much of it, too focused on Henry, on making sure he took advantage of every second that he was allowed to hold him, to press kisses into his cheeks and jaw and neck, to love him the way he deserved to be loved.

The way that Alex is going to love him forever.

He isn’t really paying attention to what’s playing, until his brain registers a familiar cadence, and he realizes that London Boy is playing.

It makes him laugh, quick and surprised, the immediate visceral reaction almost making him skip it. But, the song plays, “but something happened, I heard him laughing, I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent” and his finger stops over the button. It’s catchy, for one. It’s true, for another.

A lot of things will probably remind him of Henry breaking his heart in Texas, at least for a while - the lake house, bunk beds, this song. He can't change what happened, but he's certainly changed his perceptions before. He did, after all, spend the first twenty-one years of his life thinking that he was straight and now he has a boyfriend. 

Things can change. 

He leans back against his headrest and lets the song play, humming along. Cash shoots him a funny look from his seat, but Alex just looks out the window and breathes and creates a new memory for the song – a feeling of elation, of knowing that the future is uncertain except for one thing, the one thing that Alex is more sure of than he’s ever been of anything. Before the song ends, he takes a screenshot of the Spotify app as it plays and sends it to Henry, texting, miss you already xo

Henry’s response is quick: I’m never going to escape that bloody song, am I?

Alex grins. not if you’re with me, baby.

Guess I’ll just learn to love it, then. And then, immediately after: I miss you, too.

----

Henry doesn’t escape it.

June plays London Boy on purpose after the inauguration in January, her grin wide and wicked. Alex lolls his head onto Henry’s shoulder and sings along immediately, poking at his side until that beautiful fucking smile pulls up his boyfriend’s features.

“You’re a menace to society,” is what Henry says, but his cheeks are pink and his lips are warm when he presses them to Alex’s temple.

Alex just buries his face into Henry’s neck, pressing his own kiss to the soft skin there, before trailing up to Henry’s ear and, around a giggle, whisper-singing, “Dahling, I fancy you.”

Henry shakes his head, but his eyes are bright, and his grin is infectious, and Alex just wants to live in this moment forever. His mom and Leo are somewhere – grabbing champagne, he thinks. Nora is curled up on Alex’s other side, and June is sitting on the ottoman in front of them with her phone in her hand, and Henry’s arm is looped around Alex’s waist from where he sits next to him, and it’s everything.

He swallows past the sudden emotion in his throat and then laughs as June and Nora grab remotes and start using them as microphones, serenading Henry until his blush has spread all the way down his neck. They love him, too, Alex knows, and as he joins in with them, singing loudly and off-key, he thinks that this is what Henry deserves – to be loved this fully and wholly and unconditionally and, sometimes, a little comically. Nora leans over Alex’s lap to ruffle Henry’s hair during the bridge of the song, and Alex presses his “just wanna be with youuu” into the crinkle at the corner of Henry’s eye. June fakes a gagging motion, but then she gets up and smacks a kiss on Henry’s opposite cheek, which makes him splutter as he pushes her away.

During the last chorus, he glances over at Alex, as if in need of salvation, but Alex just smirks. Henry rolls his eyes, but the hand around Alex’s waist squeezes as the song ends, and Nora and June devolve into a giggling fit just as his mom and Leo appear with a bottle of champagne and 6 glasses. They toast their wins, all of them, including Henry, who flushes but clinks his glasses with everyone.

They’re all talking over each other and it’s chaotic and messy but there’s still something warm and tangible beating through his veins, comfortable and encompassing. Alex looks over at Henry, who smiles and laces their fingers together like it’s the easiest thing in the world before giving his attention back to Leo, and Alex knows – it’s home.

----

Alex adds London Boy to their move in playlist when they’re putting all of their things in the brownstone, credenzas and way too many shoes and everything in between coming together in a jumble that will probably take them weeks to work through.

But it’s their stuff and their mess, and unpacking boxes with Henry feels nearly therapeutic, like the culmination of everything that they had to go through to have this, a home that belongs to both of them, closets that they share, and decisions that they get to make together.

Henry lets him craft the playlist, which is a mistake on his part, but Alex takes advantage and then bides his time, waiting patiently as they unpack boxes and rearrange furniture and argue over which cabinet the ceramic bowls should go in, which is so fucking domestic that Alex actually kisses Henry mid-argument, fingers curling around the back of his neck as he licks into his mouth. Henry’s hands flutter for a moment around Alex’s shoulders before settling around his waist, and Alex’s grin breaks their lips apart.  

Henry swallows, eyes dark. “Um, I-“

“Put the bowls wherever you want, baby.”

The bowls go on the counter, for the time being, as Henry drops to his knees, and they christen their kitchen before they’ve even finished unpacking the first box.

Later, London Boy starts playing while Henry is setting up their coffee and tea bar and Alex is stacking glass cups in the cabinet beside the refrigerator. Immediately, Alex puts the dishes down and grabs Henry around the waist, effectively pulling him away from his work and into Alex’s arms.

“What are you – oh my – Christ, Alex, really?”

Alex laughs as recognition flashes in Henry’s eyes, keeping one hand in Henry’s as he twirls himself around once. Henry’s arm winds around his middle as he comes back, and then he’s rocking back and forth with Alex, silly and perfect and his. Alex is so deliriously happy as he obnoxiously sings the lyrics, feeling like he’s holding everything he's ever wanted in the palm of his hand.

And, well. He guesses he is.

----

It becomes a bit, something Alex always knows he can do to get a smile out of Henry. He’ll play their stupid song, and sing it off-key in Henry’s ear, and they’ll dance around their kitchen or their living room or their bedroom or whatever space they find themselves in. Henry eventually even stops complaining, unless he’s critiquing the accent that Alex sometimes tries to emanate as he belts the lyrics.

Alex adds London Boy to nearly every playlist they have on their shared Spotify account, including their chores playlist. So, it always seems to come on when they’re sweeping their dining room or dusting their ceiling fans or cleaning their kitchen countertops. They always stop, they always dance. Alex always feels like it’ll never get old, the way that Henry looks skyward for a moment and laughs and lets Alex keep doing it anyway. He’s lucky, so lucky, that this is the life he gets to live, with this man that he loves and that loves him, too, even when he’s ridiculous or overdoing it.

Henry never seems to think so.

Once, when Henry is washing the dishes, the song comes on and Alex puts down the broom that was in his hand to wrap his arms around Henry from behind. His fingers trail across Henry’s abs from over his sweater, squeezing lightly. He presses his lips to the shell of Henry’s ear and hums, “home is where the heart is, but God I love the English” in the most exaggerated bubble gum pop tone he can manage.

Henry pulls his lips between his teeth to try to hide his smile. “Your love for the English is singular, you cretin.”

Alex just kisses his jaw noisily and keeps singing, rocking back and forth, and moving both of their bodies in a way that makes Henry fucking giggle, and Alex might spend the rest of their lives trying to get that sound replicated as often as possible.

“You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon”

Henry sighs, finishing the last dish and drying off his hands before turning to rest his hip against the counter. He tilts his head in a way that Alex recognizes, slightly exasperated but endearingly fond. It still makes his heart skip a little in his chest.

He loves that – the way his entire soul still reacts to even the slightest bit of affection from Henry. It’s like he’ll never fully get used to it, even as much as he knows that Henry loves him, that Henry is staying forever. He hopes the thrill never goes away, either. 

Alex curls himself into Henry’s chest, still singing along with the song as he stretches up on his toes. Henry kisses him, cutting him off and effectively shutting him up, and Alex melts, reaching up to cup Henry’s cheeks in his palms. Their noses brush together when they pull away. “I love you.” Alex grins. “London boy.”

“Jesus Christ, you’re insufferable.” Henry scrunches up his nose, and Alex leans up to kiss it. Henry rolls his eyes. “But I love you, too.”

----

At the end of the year, when they get their shared Spotify account Wrapped, London Boy is their top played song, because Alex plays it while they’re cleaning, while they’re getting ready in the morning, when they have friends over for game nights, as often as he can. He does it for the sole purpose of teasing Henry, of getting to see the splotches of color that rise on his skin and know that it’s born out of love. Plus, as much as he didn’t like it when he first heard it, he thinks that opinion was based on his feelings about Henry getting in the way. In hindsight and objectively, he was too harsh on it. It’s a good song. 

When they go shopping at Target and the song plays over the store’s speakers, Alex’s eyes go wide and he sings it to Henry in the middle of the aisle, and Henry tries to run him over with their shopping cart.

When they get married, Alex adds it to their wedding reception playlist, delighted when it blares through the sound system and makes Henry blush, prompting Henry to pull Alex close and hide his face in Alex’s shoulder, his ring sparkling in the light when he covers his eyes with his hand.

A few years later, when they adopt their first daughter from an agency based out of London, Alex posts a photo to Instagram of Henry holding her, small and wrapped in a yellow blanket that has tiny water spots dotting the top of it from where they’ve both cried on her, captioning it, “you know we love a London (girl).”

June comments both a pink heart and an eye rolling emoji, then texts him asking for caption credit.

After all, she made him listen to the song in the first place.

[zepskies]

Happy Sunday! Fanfic question time again! This is more general but curious if you're a plotter or a seat of the pants (or some combo) kind of writer? If you do plot, do you wait until you have the beginning, middle and end mapped out or do you start before you know your end point and hope to find it along the way?

Also, do you listen to music while you write?

Hey, lovely, Happy Sunday to you too! 💕

Ooh I love these types questions, thank you!!

1. What kind of writer am I? ✍🏽

I like the terms "Plotter" vs. "Seat of the pants" kind of writer. In the past I've called them "Architects" vs. "Adventurers."

In most respects, I consider myself a Plotter/Architect. My brain craves structure to an almost ill degree when writing. 😂 The way I beat writer's block while working on a project is by having a roadmap of what's going to happen next, and that's thanks to my outline.

It'll include plot points, scene changes, and even dialogue and parts of scene that occur to me as I'm plotting. (I don't want to forget them!) This doesn't mean that plot points won't change, or get switched around, or get chucked entirely. But if I have the blueprints of the house, I can change a window here and there, so to speak.

So for longer stories like "Never Say Goodbye," "Smoke Eater," and "Break Me Down," I had a very extensive outline that I had to sketch out entirely before I started writing. I also have outlines for longer one-shots, especially ones with multiple parts, like in the Midnight Espresso-verse.

In fact, the only stories I freeform are the shorter requests/imagines that are sent in to me.

2. Do I listen to music when I'm writing? 🎵

Girl, HELL YES. 🎶 Music is a big part of my life in general, but I need to listen to music when I write. Depending on the story, character, setting, fandom, etc., I'll listen to different kinds of music to get into the vibe of that story.

On the story/chapter post, I often include what particular song inspired me because I felt the lyrics, genre, and/or vibe encapsulated the story I was trying to create. After all, most good songs are stories themselves.

For Break Me Down, for example, I think I've shared with you that I chose "All My Living Time" by Radio Company as the series song inspo. It influenced many of the story's chapter titles. But I also listened to "If I Didn't Care," and a lot of Frank Sinatra, Mel Torme, and others in that genre to get the vibe of Ben in my head.

As another example, when I write for Jason Teague or Sam Winchester, I listen to a lot of 90s - early 2000s alt rock and grunge — like Lifehouse, Matchbox 20, Pearl Jam, Five for Fighting, Smashing Pumpkins, Avril Lavigne, etc.

Whereas for Dean Winchester...

Of course it's a lot of classic rock: Journey, Led Zeppelin, Queensryche, Whitesnake, Foreigner, Styx, Fleetwood Mac, etc. But depending on the story, I'll listen to other stuff too. In fact, I often create specific playlists for different stories and series.

BTW: If you ever want a playlist for a story I've written, let me know! I think that would be a really fun project to put together.

Thank you so much for asking! And sorry, I got a bit long-winded again. 😅 Can I toss these questions back at you @luci-in-trenchcoats...

Are you a plotter/architect or an adventurer/freeformer? And if you listen to music when you write, what does that look like for you? I love hearing about other writers' processes. 💓💓

[fanfixforfanfics]

,,,, can I request something with James and an S/O who loves Pokémon that aren’t traditionally cute? for example unown, sableye, bannette, gastly etc, but she herself is ironically very sweet and girly

tysm!

Ooh! Cute potential here! I feel like he may be a bit guarded at first due to prior events, but once he sees that it’s not an act? My dude would be head over heels. Gonna specify the main pokémon as banette just for easier reading and writing. Reader is feminine, but not meant to be read strictly as a woman.

First thing that grabs his attention is the pokémon. As a certified Strange Creature Enjoyer, he might catch a glimpse of one of your pokémon and follow after it to get a better look.

Before he can catch up, he hears you cooing at your pokémon and softly scolding it for running off and making you worry.

Seeing a pokémon that’s normally overlooked and feared being treated so tenderly… it kinda makes his heart melt. He takes a moment just to watch… until you turn around.

Then he skitters away like a feral meowth.

You may not have gotten a good look, but your banette? Definitely witnessed the moment his brain turned to mush

Now, each time you’re out, your banette keeps its eyes peeled for that guy. After a few days, the target is spotted

Banette just. Runs up giggling and pulling on James’s pants and stuff and understandably scaring the LIFE out of this poor man

You’re there not a moment later, picking up and soothing banette while apologizing for its behavior

He’s just kinda stuck there for a minute.

James may be a bit guarded from previous experiences. Has a tendency to fall super quick and then he REFUSES to acknowledge it.

A hopeless romantic, underlined hopeless. As in he’s going to get scared and do nothing.

However, you have an excellent wing man on your side ;)

and also Jessie and Meowth are sooooo sick of him avoiding what he wants to do because he’s certain that everything will turn into a disaster

Despite all of James’s worries, you go together wonderfully.

He really enjoys taking part in any activity you can do together

LOVES doing your hair, make up, and nails. Years of disguises have honed his craft lmao

Honestly, you can’t be close to James without being close to Jessie and Meowth too. They’re family

You MUST earn their approval

Which will be considerably easier if you like to bake

Jessie might mention the idea of contests which gets James SO HYPE

His gorgeous s/o? Who he could help style in this creepy/cute banette inspired ensemble with their favorite pokémon? Dream come true.

Loves affection and cuddling. If you leave a lipstick mark he is going to wear that shit like a trophy.

Overall, James is a very devoted and loving partner who loves every day with you and your creepy pokémon-- he wouldn’t change a thing about either of you. Not even Banette, who still scares him for sport because it’s easy and entertaining.

[mischiefmaker615]

I have a request of Loki noticing the reader gaining weight and liking it. He said, "Ooh, someone is getting chubby".

Loki tries to keep her from losing weight. 😆 Trickery was used. She said, "Why do my vegetables taste like bacon?" Loki has a mischievous smile.

Carbs of the Flesh

Rating: PG-14

It’s become a ritual really, between you and your boyfriend: before you leave for work, it was a kiss, hug, goodbye. Every now and again some sexual tendencies making you a bit late because your extremely sexual boyfriend so happened to be Loki. Yet this morning in particular was different, one could find it insulting really if you didn’t tell your brain he had merely been teasing.. cruelly?

You grabbed your purse, adjusting your zipper just below your neck of your SHIELD uniform and turned to find Loki waiting with a happy smile on his face and hungry wondering eyes. ‘’none of that, any more late notices and they won’t be able to keep me.’’ You warn him lightly, making him chuckle with his eyes switching up to yours as he approached.

‘’that’s perfectly fine love, that just lets me keep you with me all the more’’ he teased and gathered you in his arms, holding you close as he kissed your lips tenderly.

You didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, knowing you didn’t want to pull away but had to as you slowly stepped back as his arms slowly unwrapped themselves from your waist and his hands glided against your sides while his eyes looked over you with a light questioning look on his face. Your eyes immediately looked down at yourself, thinking you might have spilled breakfast or something on yourself ‘’..what is it?’’

His eyes moved back to yours with love and a grin on his face ‘’Ooh, someone is getting chubby".

The remark made you blink, not exactly knowing what to say or do as you tried to process the fact that your boyfriend had just called you fat? No, Loki teased but he would never be that mean to you on purpose, right? Trying to brush it off, you lightly swatted him on the arm with an eye roll and opened the door ‘’I got to go, I’ll see you later.’’

‘’alright, goodbye darling, I look forward upon your return’’

It was not easy to focus at work, practically all day as your boyfriend’s comment ran through your mind repeatedly. You ate perfectly fine for the most part, the field you worked in kept you busy enough to think that you would be in some decent shape and considering how many times you and your boyfriend banged a week should give you plenty of out-of-work exercise. Yet that didn’t stop you from looking over yourself in the mirror in the bathrooms.

You turned to the side, each of them and ran your hands over your stomach, ass, looked at your back and thighs. Perhaps you did gain a little.. but he didn’t have to be mean like that.. no, you were sure he didn’t mean it like how it came out.. still, the more you looked over yourself, the more you saw in the mirror, literally.

Hearing someone enter the bathroom, you jump and quickly pretend to have been washing your hands, looking over to see Nat turn the corner and join your side to do the same with a smile.

‘’hey, you’ve been awfully quiet around here, everything okay?’’

‘’yeah just.. tired I guess’’ you shrug and dry your hands as she watched you in the mirror.

‘’we still on for lunch? I heard that new burger place down the road is pretty good-‘’

‘’actually I’m sorry Nat, would we be able to go another time? Just have a bit of stuff I gotta finish stuff, don’t want Fury on my ass about it later’’ you said sheepishly.

‘’yeah that’s totally fine, I’ll see you back at the compound’’ she grinned and finished up before leaving, your eyes slowly returning back to your form in the mirror.

Guess skipping lunch should help..

‘’darling, dinner is ready- would you like me to bring you a plate-‘’

‘’its okay babe, I’ll get it, gotta get up anyway-‘’ you call from the living room as you shut your lap top. You have been ignoring him a bit, still a bit tense from the little remark Loki had told you this morning and decided to stay busy at the computer to try to have some time to yourself. He didn’t seem to notice.

Whenever you were ever up, you noticed his wondering eyes on your form- which wasn’t new, but it felt.. different this time. Or his gliding hands- not new either, but they’ve been squeezing your sides and hips a little more than usual, making you slide out of his arms when you could. When he questioned why, you just told him your period cramps were bothering you.

Grabbing a plate, you saw he had made chicken and a salad. Your stomach growled at the sight of the food, considering you skipped lunch but decided to use portion control. Taking the smallest piece of chicken you could find, you gave yourself a generous portion of salad and returned to the couch next to Loki who was already putting on your favorite show. Glancing at your plate, he raised a brow a little.

‘’are you feeling already darling?’’

You gave a nod and your sarcasm started acting up as his comment poked at your brain again. ‘’just trying to watch my figure.’’

He gave you a confused look and turned more towards you in wonder ‘’whatever for?’’

You gave a non-bothered shrug as you ignored him and started eating ‘’no real reason, just want to stay in shape for missions and watch my health is all.’’

He slowly nodded and glanced away, settling down at he began eating and eyed your portion before the familiar glint of mischief flashed in his eyes.

It was your day off, thank gods and you decided to sleep in. Loki was already up and you rolled over, trying to go back to sleep but it was usually hard when your lover wasn’t next to do. Deciding to get up since you were probably not going to fall back asleep again, you sat up in bed before Loki appeared in the doorway holding a tray and a smile on his face.

‘’good morning darling, I noticed you seemed a bit.. tired yesterday, by how quiet you were so I decided to let you sleep and made you breakfast.’’ He grinned and set it down next to you.

Your hungry eyes gleamed at the pancakes before you and your heart fluttered at the gesture of your boyfriend putting in the effort, but your body hesitated from lunging at it. Pancakes weren’t exactly as healthy as a carrot and you glanced down at your stomach before looking up at him with a small smile.

‘’that’s so sweet of you honey, thank you’’ you say and he smiled, leaning down and pecking your lips.

‘’I’ll be cleaning up the kitchen, let me know if you require anything darling.’’ He said before leaving the room.

Your eyes glance down at the pancakes and you sigh. You needed to watch your figure. After taking at least 5 bites, you get up and get ready for the day. By the time you finish dressing, Loki comes back in and glances at the plate. His smile ever so slightly dims as his eyes move back to you.

‘’not hungry love?’’

You smile sheepishly and shake your head ‘’thank you anyway, they were delicious.. how about you go for a job or something? Maybe do some training together at the gym?’’ you ask as casually as you could as he eyed you again, making you feel slightly self-conscious even though the man has made love to every single inch of you at this point.

Loki chuckled and shook his head as he stepped forward, gathering you in his arms as he held you close. ‘’actually darling I was thinking we could sit and read together a bit, maybe watch some of those trilogy films you speak much of.. I hear its going to be cold outside and I know how much you hate the cold’’ he insisted and you bit your lip.

He literally mentioned the most unactive things to do known to man. ..why? you gave him a smile as you looked up at him and could have sworn you saw his ‘don’t challenge me’ face as you returned the hidden ‘I’m just as stubborn as you’ look and gave a shrug, wiggling out of his arms as you grabbed your jacket ‘’glad they make these for a reason- I’ll be right back and then we can do those things’’ you encourage and he hesitated, looking at you stiffly but gave a forced smile.

‘’alright darling, I’ll be here when you return…’’

You panted as you leaned back in the elevator, feeling like you jogged yourself to death and even tried speed walking for a break. Beauty is pain right? The burn felt like the fat was melting right? You glance down at your stomach, running your hands over your sides as you bit your lip. You couldn’t tell if there was improvement or not.. then again, Rome wasn’t built in a day right? You’ll just have to work harder..

For the next several days things have been off. You’ve been trying to maintain your figure as best you could but Loki seemed to be.. wanting to do the complete opposite..

When making love, you encouraged to be the top, but Loki insisted on slipping you both and taking things slow with you. Every time you return from work, dinner seemed to be getting heavier and heavier with the type of food he made and you had to quickly insist on making a salad to go with it, but even so, all the veggies tended to taste.. off.. on days off you hopes to train, jog, walk, whatever but it was the same as always, stay in, movies or read or even Loki forcing you to stay around and cuddle. You eventually hunted down a scale in one of the medical bay rooms and noticed how you were slowly getting heavier and it made you start to panic about your figure. The last straw was eventually found one evening when you took a bite of some of your veggies and your eyes flashed across the table to your boyfriend.

His eyes slowly move up to yours and you could have sworn you saw mischief in his eyes. ‘’..what did you do?’’

He raised an innocent brow as he set his fork down and leaned back in his chair ‘’what are you talking about darling?’’

Your eyes narrow as you pick up his innocent act and slowly rise to your feet with your hands on the table. ‘’why do the vegetables taste like bacon?’’

‘’..I have no idea what your-‘’

‘’don’t lie to me.’’

His eyes narrow and he slowly raised himself to his feet. ‘’like you’ve been lying to me?’’

You blink at him and raise a brow ‘’what are you-‘’

‘’come on darling, do you really think I don’t notice your change in behavior? The fact that you are suddenly self-conscious around me when you change or are unclothed, how you wish to go for a job even though you return exhausted from work, or how you refuse your favorite meals now whenever I present them. Shall I go on?’’

You sigh and look away from him. ‘’..I didn’t like what you said..’’

Loki tilted his head in curiosity, his voice soft ‘’and what did I say love?’’

‘’…you mentioned the fact that I was.. gaining weight..’’

Loki blinked as he looked at you and your eyes slowly moved back over to his ‘’..chubby?’’

You nodded.

Loki sighed and gave you a gentle look, going over and wrapped his arms around you and your lip quivered, wrapping your arms around him tightly ‘’I’m sorry darling, it was not my intention on making you feel this way, it was just a simple observation’’

‘’but you know how self-conscious I can be.. people don’t want to be called out like that..’’ you whimper and his hand gently strokes your head, his fingers brushing your hair softly.

‘’it doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing darling, and whenever you get self-conscious about anything, remember what I always say? It is normal, natural, beautiful, I love you and every part of you no matter what. It doesn’t mean I wish for you to change just because I mention there is a slight change, I love you for you and if you wish to change, that is alright and your choice.. but nothing will ever change the fact that I love you and find you nothing more but a goddess on my eyes’’

You bit your lip as you used your sleeve to wipe a tear away. He always reassured you that he loved you whenever you were troubled about yourself, natural things are human things and things you just cant always help, but he always promised that no matter what he would always love you.

‘’and besides, you love me in my Jotun form yes? And don’t view me as a monster?’’ he asked, his forehead pressed against yours as you look into his eyes, smiling at the beautiful reminder of his frost giant form, making you nod.

‘’then it is the same for you darling, whether its certain body hair, your menstrual blood or gaining weight, whatever the case may be it will never get rid of me and I’ll always love you.’’ He promised and kissed your lips before you could shut him up about some of your past insecurities around him and kissed him back.

Hugging him tighter, you nodded a little and smiled ‘’back to the way things where then, but eating healthier isn’t a bad idea, maintaining health could come out of this at least’’ you suggested and he chuckled.

‘’I do suppose my portions to some of your human foods could be a bit better, but to still enjoy the pleasures of this world is highly encouraged’’ he grinned and his hands slowly moved down to your hips, moving them forward so they were pressed up against his own and your cheeks blushed.

‘’looks like we need to also encourage a lot more.. particular exercises..’’ you hint and he smirked, his grip tightening ever so slightly as his voice lowered seductively.

‘’be prepared for a long night darling.. we are going to burn a lot..’’

[chilly-me-softly]

Big Brother • Mason Mount

Request: Mason is either you dad or brother and you started your first period and you don’t know what to do and you at training and some one said a something and he help u hope that make sense

You and Mason are four years apart, he is the eldest and you have always adored him. Your mother often says that you were always attached to him, whatever he did. So it was only a matter of time for you to start playing football like him and with him.

As you grew older, you realised that you liked it, that it could be your life and you started to take training more seriously, dreaming of playing in a stadium full of people cheering for you and of winning many important trophies.

Your parents left you both at the camp that afternoon, you're sure of that since you went in the same car. Yet no matter where you look you cannot find your brother Mason anywhere. You wander the corridors cautiously trying to hear his laugh or catch a glimpse of him, but there seems to be no sign of him in that place suddenly too big for you.

Panic is taking hold of you more and more, the breath you have tried to keep under control as much as possible is slipping from your hands. You enter what turns out to be the physio room and there is no one there, it seems like a dream. Or rather a nightmare.

Instead, someone is there that you haven't noticed panicking, he approaches you and you shrug as soon as he tries to brush past you. "Call Mason" is all you say before you go and hide in the corner of that room.

And you don't actually know how long it's been since you huddled there, after stealing a tablecloth and hiding under it trying to be invisible. When such a familiar voice makes you whimper.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) what happened? I... I'm going to take this off you now okay?" slowly that piece of cloth slides off your head but you still hold it tightly preventing it from uncovering your legs.

"So what happened?" seventeen year old Mason looks at you trying not to show his concern but his eyes give it away having always been very expressive.

"Where were you? I couldn't find you" you mutter and he feels like someone has punched him in the chest, seeing you so small and helpless hasn't happened in a long time. You always wanting to appear bigger than you are. "I need your help"

"Are you hurt?" he tries to put a hold on his racing brain thinking about what could have possibly happened, as you shake your head wiping away a tear as your mind replays what happened only moments ago.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything" so you murmur those words which he genuinely struggles to understand though and his expression in another context would have made you genuinely laugh.

"I got my period" you spell correctly this time, gaze down and embarrassment taking over you.

"Ooh" you hear Mason murmur as he shifts position resting his back against the nearby wall and pulling you to himself, "it's okay, nothing to be ashamed of"

"No it's not! Or the girls- they..." they wouldn't have been so mean.

"What did they say?" his tone of voice becomes more serious, his older brother's protective instincts wasting no time in kicking in.

"Nothing"

"(Y/N)" he calls you back, a hand of his continuing to rhythmically stroke your hair, creating a calming effect. And you sigh, not really wanting to tell that part out loud. You just want to bury it somewhere and forget about it as soon as possible, but you know Mason would keep pressing and he wouldn't let you do that now that you've let bits slip out.

"They... started mocking me for messing my trousers"

"All of them?"

"No not everyone but- does it make a difference?"

"No" he sighs, leaving a kiss on your temple. He would like to say more to cheer you up but he doesn't think a catchphrase is what you need right now.

"Okay here's what we're going to do. We're going to get changed and as soon as we get home we're going to hide out in your room and watch some movies and eat some chocolate"

"How do you know all this stuff? It's for the girls isn't it?!" 

"Only for my beautiful little sister" he grins innocently as you roll your eyes, then a grimace paints itself on your face. "Mase I- I can't move"

"Can you wait here for a moment?" you nod as his body moves away from yours and you follow him with your gaze until he disappears through the door. You huff hiding your face in your hands and suppressing a scream of frustration.

Every little noise makes your heart jolt, praying that no one but Mason will come through that door. And you almost breathe a sigh of relief when you finally see your brother coming back towards you with something in his hand.

"I brought you one of my shorts and... well I asked one of the ladies if she had a- a you know"

"Thanks Mase" a genuine smile forms on your face as you save him from his moment of embarrassment and quickly hug him wanting to thank him for being there once again.

Mason laughs amused to see you after you've changed, "That short barely covers my knees, look how it fits you instead"

"Ha ha very funny Mason"

"Hey bitchy, I'm not going to do this with you for the rest of my life from now on is that clear."

"Yeah yeah make fun of me, go ahead"

And although you've calmed down since you were frantically looking for Mason just a while ago, you still feel awkward walking down those corridors. Convinced that everyone is there to stare at you. And several times you pull Mason by the shirt intimating him not to stop and talk to anyone, wanting to get to the car park as quickly as possible and sink into the seat all the way home.

Mason stares at you on the drive home, your gaze turned to the window lost in the landscape passing quickly before your eyes. His little sister, now a little woman. He is a little afraid, if he has to be honest, for what is to come from now on. You are growing up and with you so is his role as older brother, your relationship becoming more serious finding in each other someone to confide in. And he doesn't even get to think about you struggling with adolescence and boys and all that. No, absolutely not.

[laladellakang]

[Vlog] 델라의멀티로그🐟🎓🖤😉❕ - ENHYPEN (엔하이픈)

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italics dialogue = english | bold + [] = video captions

della's vlog where she tries to do what all they boys did in theirs

! this isn't really requested but i needed to make this 'cause i have writer's block and need to find my groove again !

[ 🐻 Good morning, ENGENE~~~ Hello, it's me, DELLA!! ] [ I'm greeting you barefaced today. I'm going to film a vlog!!!! ]

Della started her vlog off by waking up. Unlike last time, however, she's actually in her bed.

The camera was all up on her face and there was lofi music playing.

[ Oh no, Jjeongjeong saw me... ]

She pretended to act all shy before showing the camera that it was her stuffed cat.

[ Ily SUNOO-ya ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

✄✄✄✄✄✄✄✄

"Today! I will be doing all the things the members did in their vlog!" Della was sat criss-cross on her bed. "I'm the only one who doesn't have a vlog since they are too 'cool' to ask me to be in any of theirs," she bent her two fingers at the 'cool.'

"Well to be fair, I don't enjoy fishing, I'm just graduating, I'm not a Hanlim student, I'm not a part of Jungwon's family and I'm not a Music Bank MC- but that's not the point!" her inner rapper came out. "I will be doing what they did within one video!"

"First!" Della suddenly went quiet, racking her brain for what to say and do. "I am... Not going fishing.."

[ Uhhh ]

"Oh but they bought groceries! I'm gonna buy groceries!"

[ Hooray! ⭐️ ]

"So the members gave me a list on what they wanted," the camera was facing the supermarket's ceiling with Della whispering directly into the microphone. "I'm whispering because I don't wanna catch attention," we could then see Della's face again when she placed the device on the cart.

[ Members come first! ]

"Jay-oppa asked for quite a lot, I think he wants to cook something," she leaned down to speak quietly. "Maybe it's roast chicken since he asked for a whole chicken."

[ It was roasted chicken! It was soooooo yummy ]

"I usually go shopping with some of the members but I'm alone this time, so- and I don't think I've ever gone grocery shopping alone too, sooo," she bit her lip and paused a little.

[ Are you watching this, HEESEUNG-oppa? Baby DELLA is doing well, huh? 😌 ]

"It's gonna be a new- ooh! Tanghulu! Strawberries! I frickin' love strawberries!" she whispered aggressively.

[ Got distracted... ]

"Maybe I should buy fish and cook it sometime.. Yeah, let's buy fish."

[ Fishing! 🐟 ]

The next clips just showed Della picking up stuff and placing it in her cart.

"Okay- in retrospect, this is pretty boring to watch. I'm really sorry," she spoke quietly again.

[ Sorry, guys 😞 ]

"Maybe I should've gone fishing- actually, nope, it's all good. We still have three more things to do!"

[ Great vlog idea, DELLA 👍 ]

"Where are you going on Sunday? Inkigayo!" Della pointed a finger gun to the camera. "Hello, I'm Inkigayo's MC, Della," she shook a peace sign beside her face.

"We are now in the SBS green room," she spun the camera to show the area. "I'm lucky to have my own since I'm the only girl..." she thought about what she said for a few seconds. "Wait a second! I'm the only girl in the group too, why don't I get-" the next clip was added before she could finish her sentence.

"So this is the look for today," she was now standing up and showing her outfit. "A sailor-type of concept."

[ Let's go fishing!!!!! ]

"We just did a table read and should go live soon," she peeped outside of the door. "Unlike Sunghoon-oppa, our script is on a cue card right belo-"

"Della-ya!" she jumped before quickly turning around to reply with a 'yes?' "Is that a vlog?!"

[ -Right below the camera 👍 ] [ Cameo from a fellow MC and bandmate ✨ ]

"No no no, I'm not letting you show on camera," she looked like she was restraining someone back.

"Why not?!" anyone could tell that it was Choi Yeonjun.

"I wasn't in your vlog so why should you be in mine," she scrunched her face with a light glare.

"Okay okay, I'm sorry- but to be fair! It was our first day-"

"You were in my first day vlo-" it then cut to a blank screen.

"Hello, I'm Tomorrow x Together and TYD's Yeonjun," he finally appeared by her side and gave a wave to the camera.

[ Our 4th Gen It Boy 🥴 ]

"It's almost time for us to go live so we will see you again soon, byee!"

Della was then seen MCing on set. The camera was completely focused on her and covered Yeonjun and Bumjune.

[ Hope you liked the broadcast! ]

"Now I can eat!" she placed the camera down on the table in front of her. "Everytime we do a broadcast or a music show or well- basically anything in front of the camera, I always eat half of my food before and the other half after."

[ Unless we eat in a restaurant 😁 ]

"I don't wanna be too full, y'know?" she paused to take a big mouthful. The editors censored it with her picture though. "Mmm! So good!" she said with a small dance once some of the food has gone.

[ Wiggle wiggle ]

She covered her mouth with a giggle when she realised something.

"I wanna ask you guys. Listen- I don't know one girl who doesn't do a little dance or clap or make a small sound when they eat something yummy, what about you guys?"

[ Do you also do it or do you know someone who does? ]

"If the members eat something yummy, they go like 'wah!'" she said with an exaggerated deep voice. "Sometimes my baby also does the little dance like 'mmm,'" she repeated the wiggle.

[ My baby SUNOO ❤️ ]

"Why am I talking about this? We have to get to the next part of the vlog!"

"Guys, I'm actually graduating today!" Della exclaimed. She was still in her room.

[ I am God's favourite ]

"It is one o'clock at the moment. The ceremony is at three and the graduates have to be there at two-thirty or so," she showed the clock on her phone (additionally showcasing her OT8 lockscreen).

"The graduation in my school starts quite late in the afternoon. The other members'- except Jake's, of course, have them in the morning," she placed the camera down on her desk.

[ So we have lots of time to get ready! ]

"And we don't wear our uniforms to the ceremony! We wear formal outfits," she stepped back to show her dress. "We'll also be wearing the gowns later."

[ Of course mine has to be a black dress ]

"Jake-oppa wore a suit in his graduation but none of y'alls saw it," she shaded. "That guy acts like he's soo secretive when basically the whole world knows that he used to go to Dwight."

[ Sim Jaeyun slander time 🤭 ]

"He only posted that ONE picture of us in our uniforms and that's the only time he openly admitted to being a Dwight student," she sighed dramatically. "Is he ashamed to be in the same school as me?"

[ No, I'm not -JAKE (not DELLA at all) ]

"Okay, that's enough. Let's take a look at what the boys are wearing, shall we?" she took the camera with a mischievous look. "Guys! Can I see your outfits?!"

(the top furthest left is della's and it's up to you guys which boy gets which outfit)

"Ooh nicee, whose members are these?" she had a large grin on her face. "Hot damn!" she turned the camera towards the boys.

"Hello," "Engenes!" they all waved to the camera.

[ Don't they look dashing? 😍 ]

"Oh wow, maybe I shouldn't have shown you guys here 'cause our living room's a mess," Della muttered, making the boys laugh. "Maybe I'll post a picture on Weverse or Twitter once this vlog gets out."

[ Posted! ]

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"Hello!" Sunghoon appeared in an outdoor-looking place with a mask on. "We have arrived at the school and we are waiting for the ceremony to begin," Jungwon came by his side and into the frame.

[ I'm not allowed to hold onto anything so the members will take over! ]

"The ceremony is indoors but the weather is amazing today," Jungwon squinted his eyes a little upon looking at the sun. "It's sunny but not too hot."

"Have you guys ever seen Della's school up close?" Sunghoon turned the camera to show the campus with the rest of the boys standing near some shrubs. "It's like the schools in dramas, really."

"Oh you're right!" the camera started zooming in on the five boys slowly. "F5," then the Sungwon started singing to the Boys Over Flowers OST.

[ ... ]

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"Guys, we got Della a massive bouquet of her favourite flower," Sunoo said excitedly while hugging a (truly) large bouquet of roses.

"This is from Enhypen, Della's family and the staff. It's from all from us," Jay came to stand beside him. "Della's parents brought it here- thank you, 부모님," he gestured to the side. [bumonim : parents]

[ Thank you, my loves ❤️ ]

"Hello!" Della's dad's hand made a small cameo. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie. We love you!" he made a finger heart while her mom joined him with a 'we love you!'

[ They're so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 I love you! ]

"We're going to head inside since the ceremony is about to start, let's go!"

The boys sat in the audience, waiting for Della to go up to the stage. Their faces were the only ones who weren't censored.

"Della Kang," a roar of cheers from her very extra supporters erupted, causing the headmaster (who is the one to firstly congratulate the graduates) jump in surprise.

[ 😅😅 ]

The clips showed her walking on stage, receiving her diploma and having the string of her cap placed to the right side from the left.

It immediately cut to her standing on stage with her friends for pictures and finally throwing her cap in the air.

[ 🎓🎓🎓]

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"No way" Della made her way to her parents after everyone was back outside. "This is so cute, oh my God! It's massive!" her eyes widened as she took the bouquet from her mom. "Thank you!" she held it with one arm and used the other to give them all a hug.

The camera captured their excessive photo-taking session as well as Della's parents' teases when Enha decided to take individual pictures with their daughter.

"Eh? Ehh?" "Aww!" "Eyy, what is that?! Closer!" "That's the way!" "EHEM!" "Woo!" "Kang Della! What are you doing?! Hug him back!"

[ Mom and dad... ]

"Hello! So we are now- oppa!" Della slapped Heeseung's arm. "Pay attention!"

"Ah! Yes yes," he stopped looking at his phone to pay attention to the camera. "We are here to eat jjajangmyeon in the restaurant that Jay likes."

[ Here again! ]

"We have wine this time for the adults," Della picked up her glass. "I actually really dislike alcohol but I have Heeseung-oppa's glass just for pictures."

[ Do not believe social media 🙃 ]

"My parents and sister are also here with us," Della directed the camera to them.

"Eh-" Niki and Jungwon looked at her with wide eyes.

"You guys have seen them, right?! On the internet? If you haven't then I'm sure they'll censor it," they have but the (additional) editors decided to still censor them.

"Hello," Della's mom waved and leaned her head on her husband's shoulder.

[ Eomma's so pretty 😍 ]

"You know my sister wants to be an idol?" a series of 'what?!'s and 'really?!'s were heard from the boys.

"No!" she hid behind Niki's arm. "Either an idol or badminton athlete."

"Just like your sister then?" "Just like Della," Niki and Jake said at the same time.

"But I think she wants to do badminton more because, unlike Della, she hasn't quit her training," Della whined at her dad's comment. "What?! It's not a bad thing. I'm just stating my observation."

"Ah, if you go the idol route, we might do a collab in the future," Niki told Jaein.

[ ENHYPEN x KANG JAEIN collab?? ]

"Really?!" she stopped hiding behind him. "We'll just see in the future."

[ Jaein's bias is NI-KI. Can you tell? ]

"Just keep training for badminton and if you realise that you like singing more then you know what to do," Della turned the camera back to her and Heeseung before resting her head on his shoulder.

Jay cleared his throat from her other side, making her giggle and switch to him but still lock arms with Heeseung.

[ JAY-oppa ㅋㅋ❤️ ]

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"So the food's here and let's observe what everyone does when they eat good food," Della whispered to the camera. She looked up and waited patiently.

"Wah!" most of the boys said in unison while Jay and Niki let out a roar-like groan.

[ wAHHHHH ]

"Wait for it.." Della grinned and showed Sunoo, her mom and Jaein.

"Mmm!" cue the little wiggle.

[ See! ]

"See! What did I tell you," she laughed lowly.

"What are you on about?" Heeseung asked.

"Oh nothing," she giggled, placing the camera back and diving in.

[ I'm not gonna do it this time 😋 ]

Afterwards, Della placed the camera at a further angle, where everyone was visible. The audio was muted with an instrumental playing in the background.

[ Music by HEESEUNG-oppa and JAKE-oppa 😉 ]

The video went on just like that. Eleven of them having a pleasant conversation that was best left muted.

There was a time where the audience could see most of Enha laughing so hard that their faces were red and tears came out of Della and Jay's eyes.

[ My home ❤️ ]

The video ended with Della and Niki sat in the backseat of the car, her head reaching to rest on Niki's shoulder as they waved goodbye.

[ This is the end of my vlog ] [I hope you enjoyed it! I love you ❤️ ]

requests: —the boys with della's family —kang jaein might have a teeenie crush on our maknae

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Happy Early Birthday! Could I ask for something platonic with Tony and Rhodey? I wish MIT Bros would get a lot more love! Perhaps Rhodey has some sort of problem and Tony is giving support?

Ooh I love this prompt a lot :) I did lots of research into military ranks and promotions to make the canon timeline work for this fic, but it was fun

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Rhodey is already halfway across the living room to where Tony is sitting on the couch, desperately saying, “Tones, I need your help,” before their apartment door has even shut behind him.

Tony, conditioned by a lifetime of living with Howard, automatically says, “No,” only to wince when his brain finally catches up with him. “Sorry.” He’s been trying to be better about his responses to help requests.

Rhodey smiles warmly at him for a moment, aware of how much work Tony’s put in to unlearning the habits growing up in the Stark household taught him. Then he goes right back to whatever’s got him so spun up and repeats, “Your help. I need it.”

“Yoda, we are,” Tony shoots back at him.

Rhodey shoves him into the couch cushions.

Once Tony’s managed to extract himself from their ridiculously plushy couch, he asks, “So what’s up?”

“Alright, so I know you don’t like hearing about my ROTC stuff—”

Not entirely true. Tony doesn’t like hearing about anything that means Rhodey’s going to be fighting overseas where he could possibly die, but he hasn’t told him that.

“But after Senator Mouthbreather—”

“What a dick,” Tony chimes in, knowing that Rhodey has a particular distaste for this guy and his faux-liberal politics. Tony doesn’t like him either, but that’s mostly cause he doesn’t like any guy who makes his wife cry at every party they attend. He gets enough of that at home.

“Yeah, what a dick,” Rhodey agrees. “You know, I heard he pays his aides jack squat? Asswipe sits there and talks about a fair and equal wage for all and then he turns around and—"

“You’re getting off topic there, honeybear,” Tony cuts in amusedly. Not that he minds listening to Rhodey rant about the various politicians he hates—Reagan currently tops the list—but something tells him that Rhodey isn’t actually upset over Senator Mouthbreather’s hypocrisy.

“Right, after what he said about ROTC just picking jobs for cadets instead of giving them a choice, which isn’t true! Anyway, the brass decided to bring in some speakers to talk about what they do for the Air Force, you know, in case any of us wanted to change our careers.” He snorts. “Like that’ll happen at MIT, of all places.”

“And this has to do with me… how?”

“Cause last night, they had the most amazing test pilot.”

Tony starts to grin. He thinks he sees where this is going. “Yeah? What was her name?”

Rhodey glares at him for a long time before reluctantly admitting, “Lieutenant Carol Danvers.”

“So what’s the problem?”

Rhodey thunks his head against the back of the couch. “We’re supposed to be throwing her a mixer so we can get a chance to talk to her, but I overheard her on the phone earlier.”

“Rhodey, you dog! Are you stalking the probably-lovely Lieutenant Carol Danvers?”

“No,” Rhodey tries to insist, but Tony’s on to him now. And after all that talk about how Tony shouldn’t join that physics class last semester just so he could have an excuse to talk to Rumiko Fujikawa too! “We just happened to pass each other on the green. She was on the phone with someone, and she said she was gonna skip out and go to a bar or something.”

“My kind of woman,” Tony says approvingly.

“No,” Rhodey says flatly. “You’re underage.”

“You’re not much better,” Tony points out. “Lieutenant, that puts her—what—four, five years older than you?”

“I’m not going to ask her her age,” Rhodey says primly. “And that’s not why I want to talk to her anyway.”

“That’s because you’re boring.”

Rhodey ignores him. “Look, I just want an introduction. That’s it. That’s all I need from you, Tony, please. It’s not even about being attracted to her. I mean, I am, but I know she’s way out of my league. I just want to get the chance to talk to her about this project that she’s working on. You know I think it’s cool as hell that the military’s letting women be test pilots, even if they won’t let them fly in combat yet.”

“Which is bullshit,” Tony says, a refrain that’s just as old as Rhodey’s complaints about Senator Mouthbreather. “What, they won’t let them die by way of an explosion from an enemy missile, but they’ve got no problem letting them die by way of an explosion from an experimental engine? Sure, that makes sense.”

Rhodey snickers. “Please,” he says again. “You know I want to be a pilot, and what the lieutenant was talking about with the planes she was flying, it sounded like my kind of job.”

“So, what? You’re gonna become a test pilot now?”

“No, but it sounded a lot like the kind of stuff that SI is putting out, the kind of stuff that I want to fly eventually, and I thought it might be good to get a firsthand account of what flying those planes is like.”

“And what about my finals? I’m supposed to be studying tonight.”

“Like you don’t already know all the material,” Rhodey says, waving a dismissive hand. “I can make it up to you later. I’ll quiz you, sound good?”

“Fine, but you’ll also ask Mama Rhodes to make that blackberry pie for my graduation,” Tony counters.

“Done.”

Wow, Rhodey must really like this test pilot. Normally, it takes hours of negotiating to get him to agree to asking his mom to make Tony’s favorite pies whenever they drive to Philadelphia for the holidays.

He sighs and says goodbye to his studying for the night. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

~

Seeing what he can do mostly just involves putting in a phone call to his Aunt Peggy. He refuses, just on principle, to talk to his dad, even though Howard is more likely to have the right contacts in the Air Force to put him in touch with Danvers, so Aunt Peggy it is. She still heads up SHIELD, though she’s been thinking about retiring sometime in the next few years; she should still have a few contacts or at least know who he should talk to instead.

Fortunately, though, when he calls her, she knows exactly who he’s talking about, and after she spends thirty minutes making sure that Tony isn’t trying to track her down so either he or Rhodey can ask her out (he thinks Rhodey might have wanted to if he were a little older, but his honeybear keeps insisting that it’s all a professional interest), is more than willing to put together a dinner for the three of them—“You will not meet her at a bar, darling,” she says sternly. Lieutenant Danvers, it turns out, is working on a joint project between the Air Force and SHIELD called Pegasus. Tony wonders what she could possibly be working on that requires a collaboration like that, but he knows better than to ask, and ever since Aunt Peggy found him using her pass to hack into the files on Captain America back when he was twelve, SHIELD has kept all of their files as paper copies, so there’ll be no more hacking for him. Looks like whatever SHIELD and the Air Force are up to will remain a mystery.

“But if she says no, you’ll accept that, Tony,” Aunt Peggy insists. “No more trying to track her down. We women don’t like it when men don’t take no for an answer.”

And, huh, Tony hadn’t even thought about it like that. “Agreed,” he says immediately. He doesn’t want to be creepy. “And—” He glances over at Rhodey, who’s been listening in. Rhodey picks up on what he’s thinking and nods. “Tell her it’s not a date or anything. We really just want to learn more about the jets.”

She calls back about an hour later with the news that Danvers has agreed to meet them for dinner. He relays the good news to Rhodey, who immediately freaks out about it like it was a date as though Tony won’t even be there. Tony finds it pretty funny, all things considering, since it isn’t, for one thing, and Rhodey is definitely too young for Danvers, but he keeps his mouth shut. This is one of those Good Bro times, and he’s a Good Bro, which means supporting his best friend through his hero worship and very impossible crush.

They wind up running a little late to dinner since Tony is always late to everything, including, as his mother and Jarvis frequently remind him, his own birth. Rhodey bitches to him the entire way there, complaining that it’ll be Tony’s fault if Danvers is gone by the time they get there. Tony keeps his mouth shut, knowing after three years of living together that when Rhodey gets in this mood, it’s pointless to try to point out the facts, which are that Tony is a Stark and no ambitious pilot would ever walk out on a dinner with a Stark (he also sets aside the fact that this is almost certainly a habit that Rhodey picked up from him, who can also be… slightly irrational when he’s worried about something).

Lieutenant Danvers, however, is still waiting for them outside the little bar and grill that Aunt Peggy had made reservations at. She’s out of uniform in a white t-shirt and jeans, blonde princess curls falling around her shoulders, and Tony can easily see why Rhodey would find her attractive. She looks just a little too much like what Tony’s baby cousin, Sharon, will grow up to look like though for him to share Rhodey’s attraction.

“Lieutenant Danvers, hi!” he says, getting out of the car. Polite, he reminds himself. Not abrasive. Rhodey might actually kill him this time if Tony fucks up his chances again. “I’m Tony.”

“Call me Carol,” she replies, shaking his hand.

Tony waits for Rhodey to introduce himself, but Rhodey seems to be starstruck by her. He rolls his eyes and jerks his thumb at him. “This is—”

“Cadet Rhodes,” Carol says smoothly. “I remember you from yesterday. Nice to meet you both.”

“Rhodey wanted the chance to talk to you some more about the joint collaboration you’re working on—I wouldn’t mind hearing more about it too since all I could find about Project Pegasus was a shitty piece of code that said ‘Stay out, Tony.’ It’s like they don’t trust me or something.”

Carol laughs. “Well, sorry to say, I don’t know much about the project itself, and even if I did, there’s only so much I can tell you before it all becomes classified. I just fly the planes. If you want to know about Pegasus, you’ll have to talk to the research head, Dr. Lawson.”

Tony gapes at her. “You mean Dr. Wendy Lawson?” he squeaks.

“Sounds like you’re familiar.”

“She’s amazing,” Tony breathes reverently. They’d met at a gala a few years ago, and Tony had definitely walked away starstruck. The work she’s doing on interstellar travel is absolutely incredible. Tony would kill people for the chance to work with her.

By the time they’re seated, Rhodey has fortunately found his voice again, saluted Carol (and promptly been reminded that they’re both out of uniform, and she doesn’t stand for that kind of fuss anyway), and struck up a conversation with her about the jets she flies as part of Project Pegasus. Stark Industries doesn’t do a lot with planes, other than arming them, and Tony had been too busy with studying for his exam tomorrow to read up on them. But that’s okay because tonight isn’t about him anyway (it had taken Rhodey a good year to get that hammered through his head), so he contents himself with knowing that Rhodey’s made a friend and tries to make eyes at the guy standing by the bar.

He's gorgeous, all dark hair and grey eyes and a frankly stunning prosthetic that Tony very badly wants to get his hands on, but he’s also more interested in staring at a family eating dinner halfway across the restaurant. Tony doesn’t know what’s so interesting about them, other than that one of them is the president of MIT, but maybe there’s some sort of torrid affair going on between Gorgeous Eyes and the president’s wife—or even the president himself, Tony isn’t judgy.

…Much.

Eventually, he gives up trying to catch Hottie McDreamy’s attention and tunes back in to Carol and Rhodey’s conversation, just in time for Rhodey to bring up Dum-E. Tony lights up. The bot really is an idiot, but he’s Tony’s idiot and Tony loves him.

He pulls a picture out of his wallet to show Carol, who goes wide-eyed. Apparently, she hadn’t believed they were serious about Dum-E, which is fine. Most people don’t believe that something like Dum-E is possible now and not twenty years down the line.

“Wow,” she remarks as Tony’s settling the bill. “All I’ve got is my boss’s cat. Goose doesn’t like anyone else on the base.”

“Cat?” Rhodey guesses, drawing a laugh from her.

“How did you know?” she teases. “Yeah, little orange thing. Eats just about everything. One time, the remote went missing, and I swear that Goose ate it, I just can’t prove it.”

Rhodey laughs harder than the joke deserved, but Carol seems fondly amused by it, so Tony counts it as a win for his buddy.

As they’re stepping outside, Carol remarks, “You know, this was nice. When Director Carter told me she’d lined up a dinner for me, I thought it was going to be all business.” She shudders as she heads over to a sleek motorcycle that Tony would love to take a ride on. “But you two are alright. You remind me of me and my best friend.”

Rhodey gives Tony one of those looks that he can read so well after three years of living in each other’s pockets. He steps further back, turning away to squint up at the night sky. He can hear Carol and Rhodey murmuring to each other by the bike, but they’re not loud enough for him to make out any words.

After a few minutes, he hears the roar of the motorcycle. When he turns back around, Carol is long gone, and Rhodey is touching a hand to his cheek, a stunned expression on his face.

“Went that well then, huh?” Tony asks cheerfully, slinging an arm around Rhodey’s shoulders. That’s his honeybear!

“She kissed me,” Rhodey says softly, rubbing his cheek. “Said I was a little young for her, but cute, and told me to look her up once I’ve made first lieutenant.”

Tony’s heart leaps in his chest. “That’s awesome!” he says enthusiastically. “Five years, right?”

“Yeah,” Rhodey says, a grin spreading across his face. “She’s pretty amazing.”

“You’re pretty amazing,” Tony says. “No forgetting it. She’s lucky to have you.”

“Thanks, Tones,” Rhodey says, shoving Tony away companionably and then darting back to the car before Tony can do more than stumble. Shouting, Tony gives chase, laughing as he follows his brother.