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1, 13, 21, 24 & 28

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

I tried to write more often in the past year, 2023 period. i think it turned out better because I've been more motivated to do better and write more. I'm more determined than ever to write the content I want to see or wanna see done differently. probably yes, i will continue the trend in 2024. it'll always be degrassi, i rarely get ideas for other shows.

-I answered 13 previously. -

21. Share your favorite piece of dialogue

This is a small snippet I liked writing from Faking it.

"I don't know, we never talked about that. Like what do you mean?" Sean sighed, "I was like Mr. Hero in the newspapers but I didn't feel like I was any of that."

"The truth is just that it was and it was a reality I didn't want to live in. I just hope if there ever was some weird alternate universe it didn't happen to me."

"I feel guilty I wasn't forthcoming, it was obviously a hard time but I didn't really know what you were going through."

"I'll be honest for the first time and the last time.

Putting in a read-more cut right here!

I didn't talk to Sauve, in fact, I don't think I talked to anyone at all about it. After the shooting, at first, I was just really sad. What I mistook for sadness was this feeling of numbness all over my body. When I wasn't feeling numb, I felt guilty about what my role was and I had a lot of time to think about that part, a lot of time. Time seemed to pass by so fast, I had awful nightmares things didn't turn the way they did so I was hardly sleeping. All the while, in the months afterward, my grades were abysmal. My social life faltered, shutting nearly everyone out even close friends. After that, I went through the motions that I was okay, like fake it 'till you make it. I just wasn't and I wasn't making it. It was probably more than obvious. It took a while for the images to escape my head, the thoughts that ran through me at that very moment. How many nights I wished I was simply gone so I wouldn't see it anymore kind of level of depression. Finally though, when I did feel fine though, everybody just wanted me to show it and that's where I struggled. So I just stuffed it and pretended and now I guess I'll be okay but it takes took time to get to that place. I'm not proud though because it can always come back."

She let out a slight chuckle bringing them back to the reality of their situation, "I guess you can say I'm a good actress." She became essentially a walking, living breathing shell of what or who she was. Nowadays and back then she was lost and not making the decisions or moves she'd typically make. She didn't know who she was anymore. "So yeah, to answer your question, it was hard."

Sean was saddened by this, "It's not funny though. It's serious."

"Did I say it wasn't serious?

"No," He answered downcast before he asked his friend beside him who had just confessed so much about her inner feelings. "Em, why didn't you talk to me?"

She blurted in defense, "I did," and then added, "I am."

"I meant like over the summer, last year I was a call or an IM away. You made it seem like you were perfectly fine and okay. We're friends, and friends talk." Sean uncomfortably lamented out loud. "You were like a goal to be, I wanted to be fine like you were or how I believed how you led me to believe or whatever."

"I didn't want you or anyone to see me like that." Emma remarked bitterly in a hushed tone, "pathetic o-or weak."

They stopped walking, and Sean faced her and softly told her, "You're not though, you're not any of that you hear me? You're strong, stronger than I wish I was. You always were to me."

The words fell freely as Emma found the words ever so easy to describe and quantify her thoughts for Sean. To see why she kept it to herself up until that moment she was never this honest about what she had gone through. "Even the strong have their moments, deep down we're not that different and even the best people struggle. It's not the end of everything in the entire world if that makes sense. It's something I wish I knew then and struggle with it now. Sean, you're one of the strongest people I know. Seeing you get the help you needed is something very brave and also important. I don't know what I'd do if something bad were to happen to you again. I feared what you'd do if something bad ever happened to you. Heck, I never thought I'd ever see you again as if you were gone forever."

"Forever is a long time, Em. You know, I couldn't stay away forever, is that why you looked back? I always wondered why, why did you look back?"

"Because I, I don't know."

"There's gotta be a reason."

"Albeit a stupid one."

"No, tell me. That's just avoidance, no secrets remember? I can handle it."

"Not sure you can but here goes, because, well there are lots of reasons. I thought it was goodbye for good. Sean, you're the only one who ever would be able to silently sit there and without any words or explanation know what I was feeling you know, about what we went through, and in one swoop or in this case, one drive by you was gone."

Losing support in Sean, or so she thought was support, they had just gotten on a good speaking path, the apology meant a lot and was one of the reasons she took the shooting hard. Toby avoided Emma after, almost blaming her for being the straw that broke Rick. Sean simply was gone to her. "We were supposed to be there for each other, friends do that. I know you needed to be away to deal with what happened and I'll never shame you for it because it helped you. I wish I had that kind of escape. I wanted to run away. I had nowhere to run though. It's not something we could've discussed over IM or the phone. It was a face-to-face sort of thing and I couldn't face you with my truth."

There were also a few things she left out, a conversation for another day she supposed. Now they were finally on the same page. Sean let her talk, he said to her once she finished. "Now that we're standing here and you shared some things, no judgment okay?"

Emma answered, "No judgment, promise? No matter what we don't hold this stuff against one another?"

"Promise." They both paused as they interlocked pinkies for a moment, he softly asked her, "How about now, are you okay?"

Emma shook her head no as if she needed to clear the air, "Not exactly but getting there. I guess I needed you here in town, but not in a selfish way. It's not 'cause I loved you in a romantic sense. I don't have some hidden agenda or we were wrapped up in some twisted and toxic relationship. I didn't want it to be like that. Like we are now but different in an indescribable way. At the same time, I didn't want you to see my bad side."

"You know I don't care about that stuff. Just because we ended, doesn't mean I disliked you. In fact, I thought of you often and hoped you were well. It's why I reached out. I guess a part of me felt a little guilty."

"I figured. I knew when we were together, we stopped talking about things that bothered us or upset us. The bad stuff, confrontation, and stuff are why we blew up the way we did in the past. We didn't communicate, we talked but not for real. Not like this. I'd be lying if I didn't hate it."

"I'm glad you shared all that, I feel that way too just replace some things with other things, and felt that way a lot. How does it feel now that we do communicate?"

She thought for a moment as if a weight was lifted from her as she smiled softly, "Better."

"You got to promise me, we have talks like this more often? I feel a lot better too. Us being friends, I like it."

"Promise, and I like it too." Emma echoed the sentiment as she softly replied with a grin. When he wasn't facing her, yet, she knew she had a few secrets left to tell and she only knew those pinky promises won't matter.

24. What’s something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

It didn't happen in 2023 necc., but rather an earlier work. I try not to change or switch gears this one had me do just that.

So for Backtrack (idk if others know, it's like a 10-year old semma fix it fic I've been tinkering with for too long lol😆)

I had this whole idea for Craig and Manny to reignite their past relationship to ultimately have an endgame because I guess I wasn't too big on Janny at the time. I DON'T KNOW, it was a long time ago.

Anyway, I was writing the big Janny split and I started crying while writing the big moment, (embarrassing). I was like, well shit. I wrote the fuck out of a breakup between them, I mean I guess I got into it because I actually started to miss them, writing them, giving them dialogue and such and I decided to throw caution to the wind, abandon my initial plan in favor of bringing Janny into epic romance territory.

28. How did you recharge between fics?

Short answer: I take breaks if I experience burnout or get busy with other things irl or otherwise, and revisit it later, or long answer: I don't period and that means a. I abandon, or b. i take a long hiatus from said fic until a new plot bunny comes along and it reinvents my love for an oldie, c. a secret third option which combines a and b. basically or completely abandon it because that's the thing I do if worse comes to worse if the muse never comes back or i just get sick of it, or write myself a corner where none of it works for me.

basically my fic graveyard goes like this:

orange car of secrets is one i abandoned and never saw through no matter how times i'd tried to figure out what to do. (abandoned sometime in 2014)

* I kind of blended some concepts of this fic in together forever, another wip that i lowkey abandoned but still have hope for. it got me through the pandemic era (2020) after all!)

starlet and the dealer another abandoned because it just is irrelevant, self-explanatory. after all, its a bit of a soapy au season 13, a romance between zoe rivas and zig novak, so i kind of didn't have a choice. who wants to read something like that, let alone write it, so next. (abandoned sometime in 2015)

i also have a ton of half-baked stories, upcoming chapters for other unfinished works, potential one-shots, and drabbles, fic prompts, and idk if they would see the light of day or are being worked on in downtime and may show up once i promise or stick to my promise to finish just one!

I've been writing fics of the semma persuasion for the better part of a decade, over a decade so it's just common. I feel comfortable knowing these characters I typically write, as if they were my own but I create some bg or original characters to support the canon mains, and play like they're sim characters or something I don't know, but it's fun to write and I've become more comfortable writing au's and random newbies/oc's as a result of writing more, I think my vocab has grown a little better too.

(i'll leave you with a fun fact: ) fun fact: the initial title of my most recent work in progress (where are you now?) was lucky and there is/was a really shitty version on an older account from years ago on fanfiction, it's been reworked and retooled since (thank god).

to be fair, i was like 14 when i came up with the idea and it showed. it was VERY bad. some things remain from it, it was very melodramatic (not that where are you now? isn't) it's just I can't explain, I was so wrong and naive tbh.)✨

💌 thank you for the ask! if anyone is willing to send asks about fics and other things, don't be shy.

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loser-lobster · 4 months

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13/05/2024 - an interaction between two of my characters except I'm projecting.

...

Where are you?

...what?

Like, where do you go when you do that?

Do what?

I don't know man. It's like you let the conversations happen around you until it swallows you whole, but you're still not part of it.

Wow

Shit, I'm sorry I-

No don't apologise, you didn't do anything wrong, I was just suprised how direct that was.

I guess I could just say I'm zoning out, or that I'm just listening. But the truth is I don't know what I'm doing.

What do you mean?

Well I don't know how to do what you and H do. I don't know how to just slide from one topic to the other with this smile that's basically always constant.

I don't do that.

You do, I know you don't think you do, but you do. Apparently everyone was born with this ability to pretend that they feel okay regardless and lying about it was normal, but I don't know how to pretend that I feel fine when I feel like shit. And I'd much rather scoop my own eyes out then answer those half assed "are you okay?" When I KNOW they don't really care.

Do you feel that way rven with your Mum and with N? Or like with your friends? Surely you kinda feel like they care at least? I mean, when I ask I know I mean it.

Come on man.

What? Was it a dumb question?

...No.. no it wasn't a DUMB question. But I've really only got two friends that aren't my sister, and I only had one friend as a kid. And in both cases you are one of said friends.

I thought we weren't friends anymore B.

Oh shut up.

...

But yeah. Even with my friends. I know my Mum cares, and I know N cares but she's my sister, they both HAVE to care. It's their job or whatever. If they didn't care something would be definitely wrong. But in the grand scheme of things I think everyone mutually doesn't care about the same things and we're too scared to say it. I don't want to waste anyone's time, theirs by making them ask if I'm okay, and my own by pretending to be okay. It's just easier to shut up and day dream.

I guess you have a point, I wish you didn't but you definitely do. Like I can get behind it, and I relate on some level, but in reverse if that makes sense?

Huh?

Well, you'd rather be quiet and listen, but I think if I ever slowed down enough to be quiet people would realise I have no idea what I'm talking about, that I'm this social fraud that just wants to be praised for good deeds. I barely do anything unless it'll better my own life in some way, no matter how small. Which now that I'm saying it out loud I definitely sound like some selfish prat.

Definitely.

Hey! You're not meant to agree!

What do you want me to do? Lie? What good friend would lie to you about that sorta shit, I know I'd rather hear the truth and that you still saw me as a friend despite it.

Fuck, you definitely have a good point B.

See??

...

Is that why you wanted to be my friend again? As like you're good deed to clear your conscience of what happened before we graduate?

I want to say no, but I think deep down it was atleast a factor.

...

But when I saw you in class, I remembered how much I missed you. We didn't talk for years and things happened, but I think you still had a place in my heart and it ached when we reconnected.

...

What?

Cringe.

Bahaha you know it. But I'm still glad we met again even after what felt like a life time.

Me too.

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cesium-sheep · 1 year

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okay I counted again, I currently have 40 base pieces ready for finishing out of the 80 I will need for magnets/pins/keychains/pendants. I also have 5/10 doilies and 10/10 trinket box bases, 2/20 bookmarks but the paper to quickly make a bunch more, 13/36 bunnies. I haven't started on socks but it's about an hour and a half per pair for about 40 pairs including christmas presents, and it's all socks except for 3 small no-sock ppl and matt and arin's stockings. then there's 20 identical bezels and maybe 20 identical shakers for kirb2k (and prints and stickers and doodles which are easy), plus I'm through 310 of 1000 drawings to tidy up for the thousand kirbs print. I may do cross stitch kits for kirb2k too, which is about sticker level of effort after the initial patterning/test piece(s). maybe 1 painting which is more of a fuckabouts than a Srs Project.

I committed to the craft fair mid july, which is about 2 months ago, plus some time for supplies to start arriving. I also lost big chunks of time to things like the camping trip and my birthday and most prominently unpacking and immediately getting sick after, so if we're at a cumulative like. 30% or something like that, that's really not bad, especially since I still have 60% of the total time remaining and fewer disruptions likely to come. and I've also made 1 1/2 blankets in that time. so it'll be fine.

I haven't been posting pictures of crafts here since I have a dedicated craft blog now, but the craft blog is ~aesthetique~ and this one is kinda just for record keeping so I might post a big batch of shit later.

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svechnikovvv · 2 years

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can't take my eyes off you (part 3)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: same as usual, OH, and james' bitchass

word count: 5,942

summary: steve fake dates y/n for a week for a family reunion, but little does y/n know, he’s had the biggest crush on her for a while.

a/n: right, so, as i’m currently writing this, i’m sleep deprived off my ass, harry styles’ “love of my life” has been on repeat for idk how long, and i have a therapy appointment in two & a half hours. but as joseph quinn once said, “let’s give ‘em what they want” so here the lot of you go. also, this gif of steve is my new favorite thing.

tuesday. it was only tuesday. you still had 4 and a half days left here with steve and his scarily big family.

you blindly reach your hand to steve’s side and you feel the cold mattress instead of steve. and he said you had a habit to leave him. bullshit. you sit up and check the clock on the nightstand. ‘9:13’ in red shines back at you. you sigh and head to the bathroom to take a shower. you start to doze off a bit from the warmth of the water, but when you almost face plant, you wake up.

once you were cleaned, you threw on a simple, white, sundress and headed out, deciding to look for steve. you find him sitting on the terrace looking off into the distance. you gently touch his shoulder and he jumps, looking up at you.

"jesus! i almost had a heart attack," you roll your eyes, but a smile's on your face nonetheless. you take a seat beside him.

"oh no. wouldn't want to give you a heart attack, huh?"

"no. because then you wouldn't get to see me everyday"

"it would be the end of the world," steve looks at you, but you continue to stare off into the distance

"yeah. it would be" his tone softens and you look at him, but again, you can't tell what the look in his eyes is.

"what? is there something on my face?" you start to feel around your face for something, but steve grabs your hands, stopping you and gives you a smile

"there isn't anything on your face, y/n" you furrow your brows at him

"then why are you staring at me? are you unwell?" you reach a hand up and place it on his forehead, but he feels fine.

"you feel fine," your tone then gets serious and you squint at him.

"okay, steven, out with it" he laughs

"there isn't anything wrong with me, y/n"

"you just have a staring problem then, huh?" he shrugs and you shake your head, a smile on your face.

"y'know what they say?" you face him and he raises a brow

"when in rome, do as the romans do?" you laugh

"'take a picture it'll last longer'" he rolls his eyes and you smile, leaning into his side. he puts an arm behind you and you sigh in awe.

"i'd kill to see this everyday. hawkins is so boring and..."

"ugly?" you nod and he chuckles.

"yeah... it is pretty awful isn't it?" you hum in agreement. you two sit in silence for a while just staring at the scenery in front of you, not being interrupted this time like you were last time. you two sit there for a good twenty minutes in silence before steve speaks up.

"we're having this big dinner thing tomorrow night. would you want to go?" you pause for a minute, thinking and having a mental debate with yourself.

"i'll go"

"really? you don't have to. i know things like that aren't your forte. i'll stay with you and we can ditch it" you wave him off.

"no no. it's okay steve. i think i need the interaction" he turns to face you

"you sure?" you look at him and give him a weak smile.

"not really, but i can always hide out in the bathroom, right? did it all of freshman year," you turn back to facing the scenery and steve is still looking at you. he feels a pang of hurt in his chest at your words.

"hey," he says softly, nudging your shoulder with his hand. you turn again to face him. he's eye-level with you now and you can feel his breath on your face.

"what happened in freshman year is behind you, okay? it doesn't define you. you made it through all of that and you're still standing. that's more than anyone can ever do. you're a badass, y/n. give yourself some more credit." you smile and let out an airy laugh, looking down. steve sits back up to his full height.

"yeah. i made it through highschool with your help. i think you're forgetting that. remember all those shiners you got because of me? i felt so bad. still do"

"i don't. they left you alone, didn't they?" you nod

"then that's all that matters to me. i could care less about my face"

***

it was freshman year and to say you were dreading it would be an understatement. steve, on the other hand, was excited. mainly for sports opportunities, but still excited nonetheless. your older brother anthony also attended hawkins high, but he was a senior.

you walked through the doors, steve's arm slung around your shoulders and you make your way to your first class of the day. luckily, the two of you had the same first period, so you sat beside one another. you two talked about anything and everything until the bell rang. before the bill rang, a blonde girl approached your table. her attention was on steve mainly.

"hi" she says, blowing a bubble with her gum and popping it

"hi?" steve says confused

"are you free this weekend?"

"no" she looks at you as if you were some nuisance. she gave you a good look up and down, made a disgusted face and turned back to steve. he saw what she did though and he wanted her away from him asap.

"look blondie, i'm not interested. okay?" she gave him a confused face

"huh?"

"NOT. INTERESTED." she scoffs and walks away

"what a brat" you say and steve laughs with you

"that would be an insult to the word" you hold up your hand for a highfive and he highfives you. the bell finally rings and class starts. you get through most of the day without any problems... until lunch comes rolling around. the same blonde chick from earlier, whose name you found out was amber, approaches you and steve at the table you & steve were sitting at.

she's holding a carton of chocolate milk in her hand. you look at steve with a confused look and he shrugs his shoulders. everyone in the cafeteria's eyes are on you & steve. you take a quick glance over at the table your brother was sitting at and he mouths "what's happening?" you shrug and he furrows his brows.

she take a brief stop in front of your table and throws her chocolate milk all over you. you gasp as the coldness hits you. out of all days, why did today have to be the day you wore white. everyone started to laugh except steve and your brother and his friends. you quickly got up, heading out the cafeteria. steve and your brother were close on your heels.

you stand in front of the sink in the girl's bathroom and steve is behind you, holding out a shirt. his gym shirt. you take it, not before thanking him, and head into a stall to change. once that was said and done, your hair was the problem.

"you two, c'mon, we're skipping the rest of the day" you and steve nod and anthony goes and gets you guys' stuff, meeting the two of you at his car. you slide in the back with steve and anthony reverses the car out the parking lot. his knuckles are white on the wheel and he speeds. you then arrive home and steve follows you up to your room. you go to your dresser and grab a pair of shorts out, heading to the bathroom.

as you're in the shower, someone knocks on the door.

"y/n?" you hear steve's voice

"yeah?" you call out

"are you decent?"

"you're good" he comes in and you peep your head out from behind the shower curtain

"you good, harrington?" he nods

"just came to see if you wanted me to wash your shirt and jeans for you"

"could you do that?" he nods again

"of course" you smile at him

"you're the best. oh and steve?"

"yeah?"

"a pair of pajama pants and one of your shirts you left over are in my top left dresser drawer if you need to change"

"thank you"

"'course" he takes your chocolate milk stained clothes out with him and as soon as he closes the bathroom door, he lets out a sigh. his crush on you continues to grow each day.

once you were done, you put steve's gym shirt back on paired with the shorts you grabbed and make your way back to your room. steve's laying against the headboard of your bed with his hands clasped behind his head, eyes shut.

"you fall asleep on me, steve?" you ask quietly and he opens his eyes, shaking his head. you give him a small smile and he removes his hands from behind his head, opening his arms for you.

"c'mere" you oblige and walk over to him, laying down and resting your head on his chest. he rests his jaw atop of your head and rubs soothing circles on your back.

"im so sorry, y/n. i shoul've done something" you can hear the hurt in his voice. you sit up to where you're facing him and place a hand on his cheek. he avoids your gaze, though.

"look at me," he listens and meets your eyes

"steve. this is in no way, shape or form your fault. okay? and you did everything you could do by sticking to my side and not that bimbo's." he lets out a laugh at the insult you called her and pulls you back into your previous position, placing a kiss atop of your head.

"i don't deserve you at all y/n"

"it's the other way around, steve. trust me" you two fall asleep like that before anthony wakes you up telling steve that your mom made dinner so he's welcome to stay for it. he even said he'll drive steve home. and yes you tagged along.

next few days pass and amber keeps messing with you. she'll do simple things like stick her foot out when you're walking in the hallway, call you names, or even leave you not so nice letters in your locker. she held back mainly because your brother lingered by your side now and she didn't want to fuck with anthony l/n.

however, there was a week where your brother was out since he got his wisdom teeth removed, so you were bodyguard-free. amber had recently gotten a boyfriend and he started to mess with steve now. which you didn't take very nicely. steve being the dumbass he is, got into a fight with him because amber's boyfriend decided to pick on you for once and he called you a slut. steve didn't like that... at all.

next thing you know, you're sitting in the nurses office with steve who will soon be sporting a black eye. steve kept continuously getting in fights with amber's boyfriend for the next few months. all because of you. at least, that's what you told yourself. he kept reassuring you that it's not your fault, it's his. then you kept telling him it wasn't his fault, it was yours.

this only happened when, of course, anthony wasn't there. to say your freshman year was shit would be an understatement.

***

you snap out of your thoughts.

"but i thought that's how you picked up all the ladies?" he shakes his head

"as if. it's all in here," he points at his heart and you laugh, but nod

"maybe that's been my whole problem with getting guys. too little of that" steve lets out a scoff at this

"nonsense, y/n. you have the biggest heart out of everyone i know"

"even dustin?" you look up at him expectantly. he nods

"even henderson. but don't tell him i said that" you zip your lips and toss the key. steve smiles and you smile back at him.

"but seriously, y/n, we can ditch the dinner tomorrow and look around the town" you shake your head, persistent on going to the dinner with steve and his big ass family. even if you were anxious to be around everyone, there were a couple people you did know that'll be there. like diane, margaret, cynthia, michael and how can you forget adorable david.

"i can't leave david"

"no. can't do that. he loves you an insane amount. kinda shocked me"

"why so?"

"when i first met him, it took him a while to warm up to me. but when he met you... it's like he's known you forever"

"what can i say? kids love me"

"indeed they do" before you know it, it's 12 in the afternoon and your stomach growls.

"somebody's hungry" steve laughs and you nod.

"'s what i get for skipping breakfast"

"then c'mon you. i think the caterer brought burgers for lunch" your mouth waters at the thought of a big, juicy burger and you practically rush inside. steve follows you inside, laughing behind you. you walk into the kitchen, steve in tow and the smell of burgers hits you in the face. you turn around and face steve.

"this, steven, is the smell of greatness" you grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen.

"let's go get our food before it's gone." you halt in your tracks when you see the array of food. you grab a plate, handing it to steve, then grabbing one for yourself. once you two have your plates made, you head to sit at the ktichen table with steve beside you. you take a big bite of your burger and steve lets out a laugh.

"slow down, y/n. it's not running away from you" you look around making sure no children are in your vicinity, then you flip off steve.

"never tell a hangry woman what to do" he nods his head

"aye aye captain" he bites into his burger, letting out a hum of satisfaction.

"see what i mean?" he nods and you two go back to eating.

"ah! there's the two lovebirds" you hear margaret speak this time and you two simultaneously look at her, mouths full of food. she laughs.

"i take it you enjoy the burgers" you both nod

"good good. oh! steve. i wanted to know if you and y/n were going to the dinner tomorrow night?" steve looks at you and you give him a small nod. he swallows his food and speaks up.

"yes ma'am. what time is it again?"

"8 o' clock" steve nods and margaret then walks off, not before giving you a wink. your face heats up and you finish your food. steve's been done, but he's been sitting at the table waiting for you. you go to stand up to take your plate and put it in the sink, but he stops you, taking your plate for you.

"i got it, don't worry" he bends down and presses a kiss to your head, then heading into the kitchen. you get a fluttering feeling in your stomach, but push it away. you feel a tug on your jeans and look down to see a little blonde girl with two pigtails looking up at you with the prettiest blue eyes.

"you look like a princess" you internally melt at her compliment. even if she's a kid, you're still in awe at her words.

"me? no no. you look like a princess," she giggles and smiles and climbs into your lap. you help her up and she turns so that she's facing you. you wrap your arms behind her, that way she doesn't fall.

"like cinderella?" she asks you and you nod

"just like cinderella" she smiles

"what's your name?"

"y/n. what's yours?"

"wendy," she says excitedly. where did you hear her name at? you think for a minute until it clicks. michael. this is michael's daughter.

"wendy. what a pretty name"

"thank you. my mommy says she named me after the girl from peter pan" wendy darling.

"i think she made an excellent choice"

"do you have a boyfriend?" you're taken back a bit by how sudden the question was, but you nod nontheless. she bounces around in excitement.

"who! who!" she practically yells and you laugh. you turn around to see steve standing at the sink.

"you see him over there?" you point at steve and she nods

"stevie?" you nod

"mhm. stevie is my boyfriend" she gasps and covers her mouth with her tiny hands and you smile. speak of the devil and he shall appear. steve then walks back towards you and takes in the sight of you with wendy on your lap.

"wendy! sweetheart, i missed you bunches" she laughs and faces him

"y/n told me you're her boyfriend" steve almost breaks his neck with how quick he looks at you. he then looks back at wendy with a big smile on his face.

"yep. it's true. y/n is my girlfriend and i'm her boyfriend" wendy claps as if this is the best thing she's heard in years.

"you're her prince charming, stevie!" he nods his head, then looking at you.

"i guess i am, aren't i?" you give him a smile and nod, wendy nodding as well.

"wendy, where's mommy at?" steve asks her and she points outside

"her and daddy are talking to aunt cynthia and i got bored. so i came in here and saw y/n and told her she looked like a princess" steve nods, agreeing with her.

"y/n always looks like a princess" your face goes hot and both wendy and steve look at you. a woman around cynthia's age, maybe two or three years older walks in and looks around. her eyes lock on wendy and she comes over.

"wendy, darling, why didn't you tell me or daddy that you came inside?"

"i'm sorry. i just got bored" she sighs

"just, let one of us know where you go next time, okay?" wendy nods and then she faces you.

"i hope she didn't bother you" you wave her off

"nonsense. i enjoy the company"

"well thank you for watching her. i'm laura. nice to meet you"

"it's no problem really, and i'm y/n"

"ohhhhh. so you're the one that michael was talking about" a panicked look makes its way across your face and she rests a hand on your arm.

"no need to worry. he was just saying how you've got my baby cousin wrapped around your finger" you and steve's faces go hot and she smirks.

"mommy, what does that mean?" wendy asls

"what does what mean, baby?"

"wrapped around your finger"

"it means stevie is in love with y/n"

"princess y/n" laura nods

"right. princess y/n. stevie is in love with princess y/n" love? no. there's no way steve loves you. this was just fake for a week, right?

"well, it was nice to finally meet you, y/n. and it's nice to see you again, steve"

"likewise laura" steve says and you nod. she picks wendy up and heads back out the door she came in. the air feels thick between the two of you and steve is the first to speak up.

"do you want ice cream?" you're internally grateful for his words. you nod though, loving the idea of ice cream right about now.

"there's this parlor about thirty minutes from here. albeit it's a drive, but it's definitely worth it" you nod

"i have no objections" he nods. a lightbulb then goes off and you stand up, going outside. steve furrows his brows and watches you from inside as you walk up to cynthia and laura.

"is it okay if i take david and wendy to get i-c-e-c-r-e-a-m?" you spell it out so the kids don't get their hopes up. they both nod and you get excited.

"let me get their car seats" cynthia says and hands david over to you since he was making grabby hands. you tell laura you're gonna get steve so he can help cynthia and she nods. you walk back inside and steve raises a brow at you.

"we're taking the kids. can you go help cynthia get wendy and david's car seats?" he nods and heads out the door and you follow behind him with david on your hip. you and laura immerse into conversation and five minutes later steve walks back up with cynthia.

"we're good to go," you nod and hold your hand out for wendy

"princess wendy, our carriage awaits" a look of excitement makes its way onto her face and she happily takes your hand. before you walk off, you face cynthia and laura.

"before we go, they aren't allergic to anything, are they?" they both shake their head no and you nod.

"thank you for allowing me to take them out"

"no no. thank you for taking them out. could use the mini break" laura says and you chuckle. you turn back around and steve takes wendy's other hand in his and you four walk to steve's bmw. you set david in his car seat, buckling him up as steve does the same for wendy.

"i can do it myself, stevie. i'm a big girl" he holds his hands up and you laugh. you finish strapping david up and shut the door. steve is resting his hands on the hood of his car and you raise a brow at him.

"she's a big girl, steve" he rolls his eyes

"get in the car" you laugh and slide in the passenger seat.

"everyone buckled up?" steve calls. he looks in the rear-view at the kids and they nod. he then puts his car in reverse and backs out, heading on the road. five minutes into the drive, wendy asks the inevitable question.

"where are we going?" you turn around and smile at her.

"we're getting ice cream" she smiles and david starts to clap. you turn back around to face the road.

"do you guys want to listen to some music?" you ask the two and they both say yeah. you open steve's glove compartment and go through his cd's. one in particular sticks out to you.

can't take my eyes off you

you automatically grab that one and put it in. the melody starts to play throughout the car and steve looks at you.

"eyes on the road, harrington" he looks back at the road and you smile to yourself. you start to sing along to the song, steve joining you and wendy and david laugh. much to your dissatisfaction, the song comes to an end and you surf through the cd's and find the other song that you and steve jammed along to back in middle school.

stayin' alive

the familiar tune starts to play on the car speakers and steve gasps.

"you did not" you nod your head

"i did"

back in middle school at the snowball, steve was in the middle of a dance circle busting moves to this song. he tried to pull you in with him, but you told him some battles were best fought alone and this was one of them.

"y'know, steve made up a dance for this song"

"really stevie? you said you don't dance"

"i'm retired," he says making you laugh. soon, you four make it to the ice cream parlor and steve pulls into a parking spot. he goes and helps wendy out and you see that david fell asleep. you gently unbuckle his straps and pick him up. he clings to you like a koala and you quietly laugh. wendy comes over to you and grabs your hand. you gladly take it and steve opens the door for you three.

you walk in and the coldness hits your arms, making you shiver lightly. wendy drags you to the counter where a young lady is working. steve stands behind you and places a hand on your waist, rubbing his thumb up and down.

the lady looks at the four of you and smiles.

"what can i get you guys today?"

"ooh ooh, me first" wendy practically shouts and you laugh at her excitement.

"wendy, sweetie, calm down a bit" she nods her head

"okay, tell the nice lady what you want"

"i want chocolate with sprinkles" she says, flashing the woman her million-dollar-smile.

"chocolate with sprinkles, got it" she pulls out a bowl and starts to make wendy's order" she sets it off to the side, looking at you.

"ill get strawberry with whipped cream and a cherry on top" she smiles and nods, doing the same for you. then she looks at steve who seems to be staring off

"babe, order" you gently nudge him and he hums, looking at you. you point at the lady and his face goes red

"sorry, right. uh, i'll get strawberry with sprinkles" she nods and makes his order. you four follow her to the counter and she tells you your total. you pull out a twenty and hand it to her. she takes it and gives you your change. you all grab your ice cream and head to a booth to sit down at. steve slides in by the wall and wendy sits by him. you sit on the opposite side with david. you gently wake him up. he sits up and rubs his eyes, looking at you.

"hi buddy. you want ice cream?" he sleepily nods and you smile. you eat the cherry off top before you take your spoon and put some ice cream on there. he opens his mouth and eats the cold delight, some whipped cream getting on his face. you wipe it off with your thumb.

"is it good?" he nods and you get some more for him to eat. you look over at wendy and she already has chocolate ice cream around her mouth. you lightly laugh at that, but go back to feeding david his icecream. you're feeding him for a good ten minutes before he says that he's full. you finish what he couldn't and you see that the other two are already done and waiting for you.

once you all threw your trash away, and you take wendy to the bathroom to clean the chocolate off her face, you say bye to the lady at the counter and head back out to the car.

"what time is it?" steve checks his wrist-watch

"2" you nod

"is there a park nearby?" you ask and he nods

"wanna take them there?" he nods again and heads in the direction of the park. it only took five minutes to get there. once the kids see where you are, they get excited and are eager to get out the car. steve grabs wendy's hand and you carry david and once you find a bench, you set david down and he follows after his cousin. they both head for the swings.

"princess y/n!" you hear wendy shout

"yes princess wendy?"

"can you push me on the swing?" you nod and walk over to them. david is standing in front of a kiddy swing and you pick him up, setting him in it.

"steve, can you come push david?" he nods, coming over to you and the kids. he starts to push david and david erupts into laughter.

"hold on tight" you say to wendy before starting to push her. she starts to then laugh as well

"higher! higher!"

"can't go too high, okay?" she nods to the best of her ability and she starts to gain some height.

"underdog please y/n?" she yells and you say okay. it's been a minute since you've done this. once you see a window, you push her and run underneath and she screams in excitement. you stand in front of her, watching her kick her legs back and forth. steve is still pushing david and he looks over to you for a brief second and you look at him. you both smile at one another.

"come swing with me y/n!" you nod, not being able to say no to her. you sit in the swing beside her and start to kick your feet back and forth and gain some height as well. you two continue to swing for a good five minutes before she slows down, you following her league. she runs over to the jungle gym and you follow her. she starts to climb up it and you reminisce about when you were her age doing this. soon, steve and david join you two and david tries to climb it, but fails everytime.

wendy somehow makes it to the top and she shouts

"i'm queen of the world!" you laugh at her and steve comes and stands beside you, placing an arm around your waist. david keeps struggling before he pouts at not being able to climb it. you pick him up and sit him beside wendy and he smiles.

"you guys having fun?" steve asks and they both nod. for the next thirty minutes, they play with everything at the park, stringing the two of you along. the seesaw was by far their favorite. david and steve were on one end and you and wendy were on the other. everytime you and wendy went up, wendy squealed. everytime david and steve went up, david squealed.

after the two tired out, steve carried wendy to the car and you carried david to the car. you strapped both of them in, wendy too tired this time to protest to steve, and you four headed back home. you arrived home promptly around three o' clock.

you opened the front door of the house, both you and steve holding a sleeping kid. diane sees you two and raises a brow.

"took em to get ice cream and tired them out at the park" she nods and points to the living room. you assume by doing that, she meant both moms were in there. your assumption was right and when they saw the four of you, they smiled.

"you wore them out, huh?" you and steve nodded and handed the sleeping kids to their parents. there were some people in the room that you didn't know that were staring at you. steve sensed your anxiety and placed a hand around your waist, pulling you to him. something he seemed to be doing a lot lately.

"we decided a stop by the park wouldn't hurt and man can they run around that place" you said and they both laughed

"put some sugar in them and that'll do the trick"

"hopefully they'll sleep good tonight"

"hopefully" cynthia says and you laugh. obviously, putting david to bed was a hard task.

"thank you again, you two, for doing this" you both nod and leave the room. you let out a sigh once you get by the stairs.

"i'm starting to think i won't be the only one sleeping good tonight" you say and steve chuckles

"can say that again. i am beat" you nod in agreement. you two are about to head to your favorite spot, the porch swing. you both sit down and engage in small-talk but your peaceful talk is interrupted when james decides to show up.

"steve, i see you still have your bitch with you," james gives you a smirk and looks at steve. his jaw clenches and his hold on you tightens.

"don't you speak about y/n like that"

"please, what's she gonna do?" he rolls his eyes and before you know it, you give him a nasty right hook and he stumbles back at the force, holding his face.

"that's what i'll do. and i'll do it again" he looks up at you incredulously. you walk off back into the house, heading to you and steve's shared room. five minutes later, steve enters, and he brought a frozen bag of peas with him. he holds it up.

"'s all we got" you give him a smile, but it drops when you see his busted lip and bleeding nose. you get up and rush over to him.

"i thought i told you not to fight for me anymore"

"and i thought i told you i don't care about my face" you sigh and pull him into the bathroom. you put the toilet lid down and usher him to sit on it. he listens and you take a washrag that doesn't feel too harsh and put some warm water on it, since it's all that's in the bathroom.

"what about your knu-" you cut him off

"after i fix you up" he nods and you cup his jaw with your undoubtedly swelling hand and you start to dab at the cut on his lip and he lets out a hiss of pain. you get his lip cleaned up, then you clean the blood off his nose which wasn't bad. he then looks at you

"now your knuckles" you roll your eyes but turn on the warm water, running your kuckles under it. you pull them out of said water and take a dry washcloth and clean up the blood. you then set the pack of frozen peas on them and steve looks at you, mouth slightly agape.

"how- what?" you laugh at his reaction

"high pain tolerance, stevie" he nods and you walk out the bathroom, him following and you sit on the bed. you grab the remote, flipping through channels until you land on scooby-doo. you and steve watch the show, giving it your full attention. the hours seem to fly by and it's time for dinner. you ask steve if you can sit this one out. he nods and tells you he'll bring you up a plate.

as promised, he came back up holding two plates in his hand. he hands you yours and you get excited that tonight you were having chicken fettucine alfredo.

"this is my favorite food in the world. don't be surprised if i ask for seconds. or possibly thirds" steve laughs and nods.

"i'll get you whatever you need" you smile and start eating your food happily as you watch scooby-doo in silence.

"my statement still stands on you being a badass" steve says breaking the silence and you laugh

"you're not supposed to encourage bad behavior steve!" he shrugs

"that'd be hypocritical of me" you roll your eyes and continue eating your food. the frozen peas really helped the swelling stop so your knuckles were fine-ish for the time being. steve went back down and got you seconds, per request, and once you finished that, you were stuffed.

"i feel like i just ate for a family of four" steve laughs and you sit up, heading over to get some pajamas for the night. once you were changed, you went back to bed and laid down beside steve. he gets up soon and heads to take a shower. you end up falling asleep and steve came out the bathroom and took in the sight of your sleeping figure.

"i have to tell her at some point," he says to himself before slipping into his side of the bed beside you. you cuddle up to him and he accepts it happily. halfway throughout the night, steve wakes you up.

"y/nnnnn," he sleepily and quietly drags your name out

"what steven"

"move. my arm is falling asleep" you groan and turn on your side away from him, closing your eyes again. steve places his arm around your waist and pulls you to him.

"didn't say i wanted to stop cuddling though" he rests his head in the crook of your neck and the two of you fall back asleep.

tags: @btsinurmom @lovelyela @fezcomybeloved @manuosorioh @preciousbabypeter @in-this-minute @k-k0129 @frostandflamesfanfic

tag list: tag list

a/n: i'm so sorry for the delay. but here it is, part 3 (: this is also the longest part yet so yay for that. also, i want to get through this series before i start writing for eddie & robin

masterlist: masterlist

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

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nyxicnymph · 3 years

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Guardians of Arcadia: Operation: Secret Santa

Christmas is quickly approaching in Arcadia. While the town may not get such luxuries like snow or ice-skating, the Guardians still want to participate in some form of Christmas tradition all together. Some might not know exactly what is happening, but they're giving it their best shot! (TOA CHRISTMAS SPECIAL WHEN?!)

Rating: ages 13 and up!

Warnings: Canon and character typical levels of teenage violence. Staja. Jlaire. No Zoe, sorry guys. Oh, and swearing.

Part Three: What do you get your sister's boyfriend?

Krel was fuming the whole way home. Not only had Aja talked him into participating in this whole Gaylen-forsaken human game, but out of all the names he could have possibly drawn, it had to have been the blond oaf's. Not that he could tell Aja, either, or swap names, or any reasonable course of action.

No. He was stuck with Steve.

"Kleb." He muttered as he entered his bedroom, tossing the crumpled up piece of paper at his human desk. "What am I supposed to get for the oaf?! He is just... agh!"

Krel flopped on his bed right as Ricky Blank opened the door and reminded him that it was time for bed. Krel frowned but complied, still frustrated.

He awoke to Aja and Varvatos scolding Luug. Krel rolled out of bed and opened his bedroom door. Luug immediately jumped onto the prince, knocking him to the floor. His transduction failed as he hit the ground.

"Eugh, Luug! What did you do this time?" He grumbled, pushing the dog off of himself, and reactivating his transduction.

Aja came forward and help him up, offering him her two right hands. "Luug here ate all our writing tools. And a few of those notebooks we left on the counter, too. And perhaps my human grade math phone."

"Calculator," Krel corrected her as he stood up straight. "But, yes, it is rudimentary at best, if not outright primitive."

Aja sighed, looking at the gloopy mess on the floor. "I suppose we will need to replace these items." She gasped. "I know! Let us go shopping! We can look for gifts for the Secret Santa while we're there! It'll be so fun!"

"Ai-ai-ai. Fine. We shall go shopping for the writing sticks and tree skins. Let's go, right now, and get it over with." Krel started towards the door.

"Wait, little brother! I have to get my transductor-serrator! I'll be right back!" She dashed into her room, and came back out in her human form. "All right, I am ready! Let us go forth and purchase the school supplies!"

Krel followed behind his sister reluctantly. "Ugh, how do you always have so much energy?"

"I do not know. Maybe I just like the adventures we can have in every new day!"

"Adventures mess with my projects, though."

"I am sorry, little brother- Oh, Steve!" Aja interrupted herself, dashing across the street to throw herself at her boyfriend. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh," Steve faltered, his voice going higher. "Thinking!"

"Oh, is my oaf finally using his head for more than breaking down doors?" Aja teased.

"Sister... The school supplies?" Krel prodded, not wanting to be around Steve for too long, lest he let something slip with a sarcastic retort or something.

"Ack! You're right, Krel, we do have to continue! Goodbye, Steve! We can call later!"

Krel rolled his eyes as he continued down the street. They passed the cafe that the wizard, Douxie, worked at, then crossed the street.

They arrived at the mart soon after, and Aja ran inside, her exuberance even infecting Krel a little bit. He chased after her, curious to see what the human emporium held in store for them.

Aja stopped in a lane full of brightly colored packages. "What are 'toys'?" She asked, examining what appeared to be a tiny human trapped in a box with a disturbing smile on her face.

"Creepy. Or that one is." Krel looked around at the rest of the lane. "What are these? Primitive, plastic building bricks?" Krel took a closer look. "Fascinating. You can build them into miniature versions of things."

Aja put the fake human back on the shelf. "Enough with these, we have notebooks to replace!"

Krel followed, leaving the intriguing 'toys' behind. They entered into the "School Supplies" section. Krel selected a couple of packs of mechanical pencils, as Luug didn't seem to enjoy eating plastic, while Aja grabbed several notebooks. She paused for a moment.

"This looks like a serrator. But it's not, it's called a 'protractor'. The Eli has one of these, I've seen him using it in math class. It makes me think...." His sister trailed off and shook her head clear. Krel did not miss how she added the protractor to their hand cart.

The royal twins went and checked out, where they met Jim. They conversed briefly, but then Aja started rambling, and Jim disappeared. Krel shrugged, and left the store with his sister.

They passed a bookstore, and Krel spotted Steve inside, looking nervous and regretful. It was a far cry from all the times Steve had looked fierce, even if he was oafish and clumsy. The gears in Krel's mind began to spin on high speed, and he started sprinting.

"Little brother!" Aja cried. "Wait! Why are you running?"

Krel spun around. "I have an idea. And no, you can't know about it. But somebody needs an upgrade, and that's what I'm best at."

He continued running home, a grin slowly spreading on his face. Steve was going to get the best upgrade for his primitive weapon, and Krel was going to make sure he knew it was the best.

Otherwise, Steve was just going to have to stop dating his sister. Simple.

Steve was not having a simple time at all. As a matter of fact, he was rather lost.

It's hard being an oaf, even if he was Aja's oaf.

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rambleonwithrosie · 6 years

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150 Followers. Feel free to take this and use it yourself.

Okay so if you've been following me you know that at every milestone of 50 I go and answer 50 questions. So this time they're all gonna be Queen/Classic Rock specific and y'all are all welcome to take these and make asks out of them or reblog/copy with your own answers.

Favorite Queen member's solo album? Strange Frontier by Roger Taylor

Who of the band would you call to help you fix a flat tire? John, he's a dad and a diy guy, as much as I wanna say Rog I just don't want to deal with a drama queen when I'm having my own drama but I've seen him under the hood of a car so I've no doubt he probably knows how

What do you think Brian May smells like on am average day? Very woodsy, like pine needles and some light but expensive cologne

How would you kiss Freddie? On the cheek like a good friend I just can't get into his looks enough to think about kissing him any other way

How would you kiss John? Well if we're talking long haired fluffy John I'd probably psst at him to come around the corner and then give him a kiss and see what he does

How would you kiss Brian? Very carefully otherwise @squeezemylemon is gonna kill me so probably the sweet quick chaste type kiss

How would you kiss Roger? (My moment has come) I would walk up to him and grab ahold of one of the necklaces he wears and just pull his lips down to mine and crash mine onto his wrapping my arms around his neck kissing him for all I'm worth or less dramatically if we were just sitting on a couch or something I'd just lean my head up off his shoulder and press a gentler sort of kiss to his lips and see where he takes it after that

If you were going to date one of their kids who would it be? Felix, I'm partial to brunettes usually (Roger and Luke Skywalker are my exceptions) and he seems pretty cool and has done a lot of different things which would be interesting to talk about

Favorite gif of your least favorite band member?

10. Most recent Queen photo on your phone

11. Favorite piece of fanart?

I can't pick just one. I also don't remember where I found these and if you know the artist I'll happily tag them in the most. The artbis most definitely NOT mine

This is mine

12. Queen song that makes you want to cry? Love of My Life

13. Which band member would you pick to keep an eye on you at a party so you don't get too crazy and make it home safe? Brian probably, I would say John but I feel if he's drinking he'd be less than no help

14. Who's flat would you ask to crash at? I have reasons to want to say Roger's but banging aside I'd probably pick Freddie he was generous and funny and would probably do his beat to cheer me up from whatever circumstance had made me not have a place of my own to stay

15. Who would you want to teach you to play an instrument they play? Well I genuinely feel I'm best suited for drums so I'm not just saying Roger because he's my dude. Plus he could teach me the most instruments anyways considering as he knows drums, bass, electric, and keyboard.

16. If you could spend a day with Freddie what would you do? I'd just want to sit and have tea and talk and maybe go shopping later hear his advice and crack some jokes

17. Favorite solo song by a Queen band member? As far as written by goes, it's probably Let's Get Crazy or Happiness by Rog bit overall it's gotta be Rog's version of Racing in the Street *chills*

18. Favorite live performance?

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19. Whose singing voice do you like best? Roger Taylor (nothing against Fresh he's amazing)

20. Whose speaking voice do you like best? Again Roger Meddows Taylor for the win

21. Write a snippet where you're holding hands with your least favorite band member.

Freddie had never been to an amusement park before, hadn't wanted to go really, but John had begged him to come along and then left him with Aston to babysit while he dealt with his actual children. It wasn't that she had anything against Fred it's just him tagging along on her elbow was keeping her away from the drummer whose attention she wanted. They got onto one of the rides and she saw how pale Freddie was looking and felt sorry for him. It wasn't his fault that he was being a third wheel or that the drummer was off on one of the more dangerous rides that Freddie was not about to get on.

"You can hold my hand if you want" Aston joked looking over at Fred.

"Really?" He asked a little relieved. The two of them chuckled and to Aston's surprise Freddie's black nail polished fingertips interlaced through hers and he looked a little more at ease for the comfort of human contact.

"It'll be fine" she grinned and then the ride took off and the black fingernails damn near dug into her hand in panic.

22. Write a snippet where you're fighting with your favorite band member.

They had been living together for just over two months and despite not knowing how to boil an egg Roger somehow found a way to get into the kitchen and put things in the wrong spot. He came home from the stall.

"Where is the paprika?" She leveled at him before he had scarcely shut the door.

"The what?"

"Paprika, Rog, the spice that I was going to use for the supper I was cooking us, but I can't ever find anything in this kitchen" Aston said muttering as an afterthought "thanks to you."

"What was that?" Rog said coming over to her and looking darkly with his blue eyes.

"Just tell me where you put the paprika and we'll be fine" she sighed.

"I didn't fucking touch anything in your stupid kitchen" he glowered going to the liquor cabinet.

"Well I still can't find it" she huffed.

"Not my problem" he said swigging straight from the bottle.

"Well if you want dinner it kind of is" she retorted.

"I'll get something out" Rog said dispassionately.

"Fuck you" she muttered and went back to banging through the cabinets in search of the missing spice. She was on her knees with half her body in a lower shelf looking in the back and growing hotter for Roger showing no signs of caring or helping. She smelt the dish starting to burn on the stove and tried to crawl out, raising her head up and whacking it on the shelf above. She let out a round of oaths.

She went over to the stove and moved it off the heat halfway between tears and screaming.

"I'll order something" Roger said standing up.

"I can fucking cook!" She shouted "if only I could find the things I need when I need them."

"Well don't yell at me about it" Roger said and brushed past and out the door.

Aston collapsed onto the floor sitting with her back to the cabinets and started crying. She sobbed into the kitchen towel. So much for her cosy dinner at home with Rog. She was so distraught that she didn't hear the door open and close. She felt her fingers clutching the towel pried open and looked to see a bottle of paprika put into them. She turned her teary red eyes up to Roger's face. He pulled her to her feet and held her in his arms. Softly stroking her hair and planting a gentle kiss to her cheeks.

"Come on, I got us reservations, you can cook your thing tomorrow if you still want to" he looked down at her smiling and put a kiss to her nose and grinned at her in his arms.

23. Favorite picture of Brian

24. Favorite picture Roger

(Well it's one of many favs)

25. Favorite picture of Freddie

26. Favorite picture of John

27. Best song to slow dance to? One Year of Love

28. Best song to make out to? I'm In Love with My Car

29. Best song to drive to? Breakthru or Don't Stop Me Now

30. Best song to strip to? Tear It Up

31. What era of the band would you like to hang out with most? I wanna say mid to late 70s. I'd rather not have to hang out with them during Hot Space 😂

32. Favorite song on your favorite album? Rock It (Prime Jive)

33. Least liked song on your favorite album? Probably Play the Game

34. Who would you want to take care of you if you were sick? I feel Brian would be the most knowledgeable but I'd probably prefer Fred just cutting up and maybe grabbing the aspirins and whatever else was needed. I just don't feel Brian would be funny enough to cheer me up. And Rog I just don't know how good he'd be at taking care of someone

35. Who would you want to go driving with? Roger. Duh! So many reasons!

36. Who would you pick to spend a lazy (non-sexual) afternoon with? Well not that I'm just into Rog for the sex, he'd still be my first pick because laughs. But second would be Brian.

37. Rate how thirsty you are for each band member? Freddie 0/10. John variable between 0/10-6/10. Brian 2/10-4/10(red special is factored into Brian). Roger 1000/10 (cars aren't factored into Rog otherwise I'd break my phone adding zeros to that 1000)

38. Least favorite Roger song? Sheer Heart Attack

39. Favorite Brian song? Sail Away Sweet Sister or Dragon Attack

40. Least favorite Freddie song? Body Language and Get Down Make Love

41. Favorite John song? One Year of Love or If You Can't Beat Them

42. Are you excited for the Bohemian Rhapsody movie? Yes. Not insanely. But moderately excited yes

43. Is Queen your favorite band of all time? No. They're in my top 3 but The Moody Blues were my childhood and are so unique and very special to me

44. If you married your crush from the band where would you go on your honeymoon? The beach. Hopefully the Pacific Ocean. Probably some nice private beach just to have space with each other and I love water and he loves boating and stuff.

45. Who has the nicest butt? While I prefer Rog's ass I must admit John possesses the superior booty

46. Who has the best smile? Roger. Hands down and not just because he's my main man all around it's literally made of sunshine

47. Who would you go to if you were scared? Roger. I don't get scared so if I did I'd want someone around to make me laugh my fears away

48. If you were going to be in a crime fighting/super hero duo with one of the band, who would it be? John. He's sound and sensible and so long as he can handle my forceful personality and not write any DISpatches raking my bad behavior and rash decisions we'll get along

49. Do you listen to Queen daily, or at least multiple times a week? Yes especially if you include their solo works

50. Have you written any Queen fanfiction or made any fanart? Yes. Fanfiction galore. Some has yet to be posted but when I do it will be on @drummerinthecupboard

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