#How to Golf Ball Retriever

[erwinsvow]

omg i keep thinking about reader teasing rafe all day, and like reader keeps like finding reasons that they can’t have sex just to see how far rafe would go. i feel like rafe would either not stand for it or he would get so angry

so bitchy reader coded!!!! she loooves to do this

teasing rafe is fun because it's so easy. he's such a sucker, falls for your same tricks everytime. you have him running in circles without doing anything at all.

and at heart, you like to see it. it's fun for you—watching him chase you. he cares enough to do it, hasn't stopped even though it's been weeks and months of the same, ever since you caved and allowed yourself to realize you wanted rafe to be your boyfriend.

it starts the same—his favorite dress. strapless, with a pretty blue pattern and a ribbon border that ties into a bow on the neckline, at the curve of your tits. you look pretty, you always do, but this dress makes you even prettier, you think. you pick it out knowing he goes crazy over it every time, knowing you were going to make it hard for him today.

it's not really a day dress, so you slip your white cardigan over your shoulders to make it seem more so, climbing into the passenger seat of rafe's truck with a little too much show, revealing a little too much leg and hands lingering on the seatbelt across your chest a little too long.

when rafe sees you, he swallows hard, and you already know your plan is working. he stares, where the seat belt tightens on your body and the expanse of your thighs that's openly visible now that you're seated.

"rafe?" you question, staring back at your boyfriend while his eyes are hyperfocused on your exposed skin.

"hm?" he looks up at your eyes for a second.

"are you gonna drive or just keep looking at me?"

"oh. uh-" he shifts the car into gear, taking off, though you catch him staring back at you every few minutes. the next time he does, you move your hand to his cheek, pushing it gently so he's looking on the road.

"eyes ahead, perv. i don't wanna die because you're horny," you say it with a laugh, though he doesn't take it as one.

"shut up. why'd you wear that dress?"

a good question. why had you worn the dress? because you and rafe had gotten into a little fight the night before, and there was nothing more satisfying to you than making him cave first in your fights.

"my others were in the laundry. tough."

when he arrives at the country club, it just hits him there's a fully planned day ahead—lunch with top and kelce, golf, dinner with your parents and then the party later that night. there's hardly any time to get you alone.

"listen, princess, i think-"

"gonna be late, rafe! let's go," you say, making a show out of getting out of the truck and flashing him in the process. he groans before getting out to join you.

the day moves painstakingly slow for him. at lunch, you take off the cardigan and lean in to tell him something twice, letting him stare down the front of your dress for a moment before you pull away. when you go to the bathroom to freshen up, he gets up to join you, but you yell out to a friend in the distance and walk in with her, smiling back at rafe.

he sits back at the table grumbling something.

"what's wrong with you?" kelce asks, "never seen you this mad before golf."

"shut it."

on the course, his game is completely off. you keep bending over to retrieve the golf balls after he holes out, walking back and placing it into his palm with a sweet smile, though you are anything but.

"what're you doin'?" rafe asks, holding you close with your arm in his hand.

"getting the ball for top. what else?"

"no, you're fuckin' not." he grips your arm a little tighter, but you break loose, turning around and smiling back at him, before bending over to pick up top's golf ball and placing it in his hand.

he makes it to dinner with your parents angry and horny. you're seated next to rafe, rattling on about your day to them with a hand on rafe's arm. your foot rubs against his ankle, crawling further up while he tries to tell your dad about his golf score.

"the new course is great," your dad says, just as rafe feels your hand on his thigh.

"y-yeah," rafe chokes out.

"you okay? drink some water," you say, smiling like a concerned girlfriend instead of the little devil you really are.

a full day's events later, he gets you alone at the party, setting his beer aside to yank you by the back of your dress into the nearest empty bedroom. your friends stare while rafe drags you away, though you don't look the least bit upset about it.

"hey! you're gonna rip my dress," you say, trying to get free from his insanely strong grip.

"shut it. what the fuck was that all day? huh? thought that was cute?" rafe sounds about as angry as you've ever heard—it's a lot hotter than you had expected.

"what? i didn't do anything."

"shut up. get on the fuckin' bed."

"okay!" you chirp, agreeing immediately. teasing rafe was only fun because you got what you wanted out of it—him, at the end, all angry and tense and pent up. you reach back to undo the bow on your dress, getting ready to unzip it when rafe's hand stops your own.

"no. leave it on."

[venusacrossthestars]

putt-putt

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

wc- 1.3k

summary- You and Lando are too competitive for you own good, so what is a better date idea than a round of putt-putt

a/n: this is a little b-day gift for my bestest friend @arieslost I LOVE YOU BESTIE.

f1 masterlist

“Babe, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” 

If someone walked in and saw the look on Lando’s face they would assume that you just kicked the poor man’s dog. But the truth to Lando’s sad expression- your insistence that a mini-golf date was not at all a great idea that Lando chalked it up to be. 

Lando stares up at you from where his head rest on your lap, his lips pouted out, “Why not?” 

“Are you seriously asking me that? Do you remember the last time we went? Or the time we played Mario Kart, Uno, Monopoly. Do you remember anytime we played something that had us competing against each other.” Lando continues to stare at you, as if he has no idea what you are talking about. 

“Lando! Seriously?! We each get pissy at each other. We are both too competitive for our own good.” 

Lando shoots up from were he was laying, startling you. He reaches across you to where his phone lays on the side table, “But babe, you haven’t even seen how cool this place is!” He shoves his now unlocked phone in your face, “See!” 

You move back and take Lando’s phone from his hand. You see that he already has their Instagram paged pulled up. You scroll through a couple of their post. 18 holes, Atlantis themed, has an aquarium, good photo opportunities. 

“It is nice,” you agree. 

“Babe. Please.” 

Your resolve crumbles in a matter of seconds, “Fine, but I have 2 conditions,” you watch Lando’s face fall, “1- You will not, and I mean, NOT, do that spiderman-whatever-it-is pose on the course and 2- If an argument or anythings breaks out and we get pissy at each other I get to say I told you so.” 

“Deal!”

The first ‘disagreement’ of the day occurred not even 2 holes into the course. Lando claimed that you had purposely aimed for his ugly neon green ball. 

“You did that on purpose!” 

You stand there with a bewildered look on your face, “Are you kidding me? Your ball is right in the middle of the damn way. Of course I’m going to hit it!” 

This is exactly why you couldn’t stand playing against Lando. When the two of you played together against other people, you guys were a powerhouse, unstoppable. Putting the two of you against one another, well the results were what you were dealing with now. 

“Lando I swear to God I will leave you here and you can walk home. Remember our ‘deal’? Because I do.”  You wave your golf club at him in a warning manner. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry baby.” 

You sigh out, you could never stay made at Lando when he gave you that puppy dog eyes look, “It’s fine, let’s just try and have a good time.” 

The two of you move through the course, you’re keeping score with a baby pencil on the little piece of paper one of the workers gave you when you picked out your balls, not trusting Lando to put down the correct score. 

“Awww. Babe, look your favorite food,” You point to the fish in aquarium that lines the next hole. 

You hear Lando make a noise and a pinch in your side. “That one looks like you,” Lando tells you as he points to the ugliest fish in the tank. 

You ram you elbow back, hitting him right in the stomach, “You ass. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping with them.” 

“Come on, we got like, 7 holes left.” Lando grabs you hand and drags you away to the next hole. 

Lando drops his ball on the green, lines up his shot and swings. You watch as the ball bounces off the barrier and rolls right into the hole. “Hole in one babyyyyyy!” He exclaims, club raised over his head. “I’d like to see you do that.” 

“Bet.” Is all you say as Lando walks over to hole to retrieve his ball. He moves off to the side and watches as you line up your shot, a smirk resting on his face. 

You swing, and your ball does the same thing that Lando’s did, resulting in you own hole in one. 

“Hole in one babyyyyyy!” You mimic his early reaction. You do his same winning motion and you watch his smirk fall with a smirk of your own. 

The two of you aren’t the only people in here, there is a family a four ahead of you and another couple behind you. As Lando and you are walking to the next hole you can’t help but glance back at the couple, who, unlike you and Lando, are being all lovey dovey. The boyfriend is helping the girl with her swing, standing behind her, holding her hands as they swing the club together. 

You nudge Lando, “See we could be like them,” you point to the couple, “instead we’re two competitive a-holes.” 

Lando shrugs. “I like your competitiveness, gives me my money worth.” 

“Well be sure to keep that mentality after I beat your ass.” 

“We still have 3 more holes,” Lando points out. 

“Yeah, but with how bad you’re doing, I think I got this in the bag.” 

“Don’t count all your eggs before they hatch.” 

“Chickens, babe. Chickens. It’s- don’t count all your chickens before they hatch.” 

“Wait, then what’s the egg one?” 

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket?” You say unclear to which one he is referring to.

“That’s it!” 

You roll your eyes, “You’re lucky your handsome.” 

“What?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you pat him on the shoulder and start walking to the next hole. 

“No, what did you mean by that?” Lando calls out from behind you and all you can do is giggle. 

It’s the last hole and maybe Lando was right, you shouldn’t have counted all your chickens before they hatched. Because the past two holes Lando has managed to get two holes in one, you on the other hand were plundering. 

“So, we’re tied right now. This is the last hole, therefore, the tie-breaker.” 

“Do you want to go first?” 

“I guess.” Honestly no, you didn’t want to go first. You rather watch how Lando does first, then try to replicate whatever he did, your strategy you’ve been using the entire game. 

You line up your shot and swing. A very underwhelming delivery on your end. Lando goes and has the same result. Second swing same thing, ultimately closer to the hole before. Lando swings and his ball is just a little behind yours. Third swing, and PLUNK, right into the hole. You hold in your celebration, Lando could still tie. Lando goes for his turn, and he puts to much force in his swing, his ball goes in and right back out of the hole. It’s on his fourth try that his ball makes it in. 

“YES! I WON!” Your shout draws the attention of the couple behind you, you give them an apologetic look. You turn your attention to Lando, who is looking at you with nothing but adoration. 

“Well done,” Lando gives you a little golf clap and you take a bow. 

“I guess I don’t get to tell you I told you so.” You say as the two of you walk in the parking lot hand-in-hand. 

“Wow, we actually had a nice outing and that’s all you can say,” 

You stop and jerk Lando’s hand towards you, “I had a fun time, even if we did get a little competitive.” 

Lando’s hands move to you waist and pull you into a hug, “I had a fun time too, even though I lost.” 

“Don’t be a sore loser.” 

He wouldn’t say anything today, but maybe sometime in the future he would tell you that he purposely swung a little too hard on his third turn so that his ball would bounce out of the hole. But for now he could live with the little white lie, as long as it made you happy.

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[princessbrunette]

protective stepbro!jj when a guy hurts/makes reader cry 🥵

ALL SQUARE ♡

CW: mentions of JJ’s dad abusing him briefly at start, violence, step-cest, angry JJ !!

JJ was pretty shitty with his feelings. God, he’d die before having an ‘open conversation’ with someone about ‘boundaries’ or writing in a diary like that mandatory counsellor who visit him after his dad had left some gnarly knuckle stains on his face for the trillionth time had suggested. No, it wasn’t his style. You keep moving, keep talking, keep runnin’ and nothing can catch up with you. Nothing can hurt you.

You were so different.

It was almost painful, how sensitive you were. Your lip quivered at those TV commercials where they’d show the abused puppies in cages waiting for adoption, JJ often having to beat you to your phone before you donated a handful of the money you didn’t have. Your eyes would drop to your lap in humiliation when his asshole father would make some kind of offhand impertinent comment about the bunnies on your pyjamas or the fact your fresh nail polish on your toes was making the living room stink of chemicals. No longer abusive, but still an insensitive asshole. JJ didn’t know how your mother subsisted, but then again she wasn’t like you— soft and saccharine, she was tough. She kept his father in his place, he needed that.

Your common sensitivity was why his heart only leapt halfway out the confines of his ribcage when he found you. He’d come home around 4ish, having stayed over at John B’s, something he used to be able to do for weeks on end but now couldn’t bare to leave you lonely in the house for longer than 2 days. He remembers now, your work uniform, when he sees the back of you first— white polo top hugging you, skirt bunching a little from your feet being curled beneath you on the futon, gold clasped necklace kissing the peach fuzz at the back of your neck. He smiles before he notices the way your shoulders are slumped dejectedly and you sniffle wetly into your knuckles.

He doesn’t greet you in his usual silly way, this time traipsing around the futon in the living room with his brow pinched until he was met front on with the confirmation that you were crying.

“What happened?” He sighs. Undoubtably, you’d watched a Tiktok of ‘Cats who didn’t get picked at the adoption centre today’ or accidentally smashed one of your pink plates you insisted you ate off.

“I hate this job, J.” You bleat, lips turned down and gloopy eyes flickering to him a few times. He sits at your side, hand hovering over you for a moment before deciding on your shoulder what he hoped was comfortingly. Okay, that answer was pretty valid. You’d recently picked up a job at the golf course, Kook central. He hated the idea of you shuffling skittishly around after those belligerent assholes, having them peak up the pleats of your skirt when you bend to fetch a ball or to snap their fingers at you when you don’t retrieve their champagne fast enough. But, you’d needed a job and he respected you for trying. He fought with everything to hold in the “I told you that place was bad news.” until he couldn’t, and said it anyway.

“I know.” You mewl pathetically, wiping your glossy nostrils on the back of your hand leaving a snail trail of snot down it.

“Talk to me, c’mon.” He shuffles a little closer, eager to hear the details, to find out who / what had made his sweet little step-sister so downcast. His brain flashes to what he might think would be the usual culprits. From what he’d seen however, Topper was oddly respectful to the help, Rafe didn’t care enough to bully them and Kelce just did whatever Rafe did, so maybe not.

“Y’know that property salesman guy, the — the one who’s got his picture plastered on all those benches outside the town square. I kept gettin’ in his way and,” You hiccup harshly, taking a moment to swallow it down as you collect yourself. JJ stares at your profile attentively, eyes wide and jogging his knee. He wish you’d hurry up and get to the point. “He kept yelling at me. Callin’ me names, like stupid and useless.” Your eyes finally meet JJ’s, flickering around for a moment hesitantly. He has a fresh cut on his jaw and through his eyebrow, his blonde hair sticking out his backwards cap curls at his temples, his eyes are a little tired and bloodshot but still wide and beautiful. Oh, you hated to see him mad. You push your sleeve higher up your arm, and look equally shocked to see the fresh bruise had darkened, the shape of yucky thick fingers curled around it. “He yanked me really hard n’I lost my footing and fell.” Your face crumples again, hot tears squeezing out your eyes.

JJ goes very still, his knee frozen and he barely breathes. Not only had someone been mean to you, but they’d laid their hands on you.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill him.” He seethes and you’re already shaking your head desperately before he’s even finished his sentence. “Yes, yes I am— not only, okay — not only is he laying his hands on a woman, alright — he’s laying his hands on you. That behaviour needs to be straightened out, and if no one’s gonna do it well —” He was up, pacing infront of you, looking around for something, some inspiration on what he could do to this degenerate Kook.

“Jayj!” You snivel, and it sounded so sad and small that it actually stops him in his tracks. He didn’t wanna scare you, no. Not you of all people, not when you’d been treated like this. He had a temper, it was true— his father’s son, but he was trying to be there for you. Be a good big step-brother. He sighs, rubbing his hands down his face a good few times trying to wipe off the anger, for now atleast. You could see the self restraint in him, his biceps were tense and his hands were flushed with colour and veins from the strain of it all. Made your tummy go all weird.

“Alright.” He relents and sits down right next to you again, taking off his cap and tossing it aside carelessly to run his fingers through the tangled locks, snagging half way through.

“I need this job.” You speak after a moment, and he turns his head to look at you. You looked so pretty, even when you’d been crying, snot and all. He rubs his lips together, eyes casted away once more as he nods.

“I know.” He wrings his wrists, the signs of restlessness still residing in him. “Sorry I freaked... C’mere.” He turns back, windscreen wiping the inky droplets of watered down mascara from beneath your eyes, hot hands cupping your cheekbones. “People are assholes, babe.” He lets the nickname slip out and your face gets a bit warmer. “You’re so much better than them, y’hear me? You’ll be alright.” He leans in and presses a kiss to the centre of your forehead. It feels appropriate, but he’s not sure what that means anymore — the line between the two of you having been crossed in such demented ways before. God, you look up at him so sweet when he pulls away, big watery eyes that would put a baby cow to shame. “You’re tough.” He lies, because you’re not tough, you’re so far from it— but your cheeks push up anyway, easily subdued by his care and affection.

“Yeah?”

“The toughest girl around. Even I’m scared of ‘ya.” He jokes and you giggle. Mission accomplished, for now anyway. The first part of the mission. He’d sweet talked you enough to have you curled up on the couch, exhausted from your long and stressful day, some reality show he couldn’t care less about buzzing on the TV. Yeah, that’ll do— some form of promise to go and grab some icecream to bring you leaves his mouth when he jogs out the door pocketing his keys and you believe him. He’s sure he can pick some up on the way home anyway.

But he passes the convenience store and heads all the way to the golf course. One of JJ’s many rules to mischief and misconduct was that if you walked with enough purpose, no one will question whether or not you belong somewhere. Which is how he strides straight in, past all the Kooks in their crisp shirts and board shorts, a jolly atmosphere in the air as the sun starts to set. Oh happy day, JJ thinks, how nice to be this ignorant to the world around you.

He all but skids to a stop when he spots him, the man he was looking for. Mr Mattegar, top salesman to Kildares richest idiots. Overpriced houses and redecoration jobs that remove any historical significance from a property? You best believe it’s Mattegars handiwork. He lounges at the bar, reddy-orangey cocktail in hand as he laughs obnoxiously loud amongst friends. JJ hangs back a little, nose twitching in anger as he disguises himself clumsily behind a large decorative plant. He’s lucky Kooks are so self absorbed, because no one spares him a glance.

Finally, the successful salesman departs from his table, heading towards the car park. Perfect, JJ notes, makes my job a hell of a lot more easy. The car park is secluded, away from the resort, and as JJ keeps his eyes trained on the Kooks back, he plucks a golf club from a passing trolley, clutching it in his tightly wound fist. He was going to find out which obnoxious Rangerover belonged to the culprit and partake in some much deserved vandalism, but this was better. His chest feels hot with vexation.

Another one of JJ’s many mischief guidelines fell along the lines of ‘Don’t think, just do.’ He stayed true to his word when he yanked up the paisley bandana tied around his neck to cover everything but his eyes and yelled out “Hey asshole!” Once the two of them were alone.

He didn’t think when he swung with the club, the metal head cracking against the aged man’s cheekbone. He yelps, falling backwards, and JJ is still yet to think when he swings again. “S’what you get! Laying your hands on little girls just tryna do their jobs!” He should have started thinking. The more he uses his voice, spitting out the expletives as he gives him a good few kicks to the rib, the more identifiable he’d be. This was a hit and run so uh, run.

He takes off, yanking his bandana off to pant wetly by the docks, tossing the golf club and watching it sink. He wasn’t sure why he’d referred to you as a ‘little girl’. It made him feel icky, weird, perverted. He leans over the side of the wall, watching the metal club disappear into the inky water as he catches his breath. Murmuring out a ‘God damn’ before continuing on home briskly, not even forgetting to pick up your favourite Ben & Jerry’s on the way home. What was that flavour you liked again? Phish Food?

You’re conked out when he gets home, lips parted and curled infront of the TV with a blanket draped over your legs. He exhales through his nose, placing the tub of frozen dessert aside on the table along with his keys as he slowly approaches, a small but anxious smile on his face. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but for you there wasn’t much he wouldn’t do. He pulls the blanket over you a little higher, dropping a kiss to your temple. He’ll share the tub of icecream with you when you wake up.

[baddestbittyontheblock]

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[juniefruit]

*.college bf jeongin.*

today I present: innie thoughts. Tomorrow? who knows.

Word count: 703

He would definitely follow you around at first, desperately wanting your attention. He would savor every interaction and be extremely energetic, like a puppy. His fluffy hair would bounce with each step as he practically shakes  with the amount of energy he has. He would definitely prod and poke at you if you don’t say something back for a while, as you’ve kind of just blurred him out as you walk to class. He’d ask questions like, “when’s your next class?” “where are you headed?” He annoyed you at times, but you could never stay agitated for too long, at least he was cute. I can imagine it’s a chilly fall day, scarved wrapped around your necks and swaying in the breeze. Orange leaves fall from the trees around you, which accented his copper-colored hair. When Jeongin asks if you want to get food together, you agree on one condition: he stops talking for the rest of the walk. He practically bursts with excitement, but his lips stay sealed. Finally some silence. Surprisingly, as you kept hanging out more, he toned down his energy since he finally got what he wanted. He worked up the courage to ask you out officially, and the rest is history. 

Total golden retriever energy!! His own preference is to go out on dates, or some kind of activity. Being with you, he’s beginning to understand that dates don’t always have to be over-the-top and energetic. Sometimes, just lounging on the couch watching netflix is just as special. He’s just grateful to spend time with you anywhere. 

He definitely gets you small presents all the time,  just things that ‘reminded him of you’, or sometimes it’s even a cool rock or pebble that caught his eye on the way to class. You keep all the rocks on a shelf in your room after you clean them. One however, stood out the most. Innie decided that he wanted to try the tiktok date trend where you try to find a rock that matches each other’s eye color. You two would look crazy, squatting down near the riverbank sifting through the rocks and pebbles. But you didn’t care, as long as it was with innie, you’d try anything he asked for. Perhaps it was because you loved his smile, and how his eyes creased with joy. His energy is infectious. He exclaims loudly when he picks up a golf-ball sized rock, and waddles across the uneven riverbank to hold it up to your face. “A perfect match!” Jeongin giggles afterwards. The silence that follows is comforting, as you stare fondly at eachother. His hand comes up to cup your jaw and press a delicate kiss to your lips. 

Jeongin is always there when your class is dismissed, waiting while leaning onto the closest wall. He has your schedule memorised, and when it’s not possible to sign up for the same classes, he will plan out what would work best so he still has time to see you between classes.

You two go on many cafe study dates, even if you end up just chatting for most of it. However, once you two decide to focus, Jeongin is so eager to help you memorize concepts by quizzing you and using flashcards. He always says you deserve a reward for working so hard. The reward? Millions of kisses to every inch of your face once you get back to your apartment.

While you’re studying, Innie wears his thin round-frame glasses. They make him look so ethereal, like he’s straight out of a designer magazine. You definitely snap some new pictures for your phone lockscreen. Which, you guys definitely have matching lockscreens, profile pics, everything. It’s so cute how enthusiastic Innie gets about choosing the right set of pictures. Or sometimes, you’ll go out with the sole purpose of taking new Instagram profile pictures. You’ll go through possible photoshoot locations, plan matching outfits, the whole deal. He is so dedicated to taking your pictures, like your own personal photographer.

Innie is always there to comfort you, because seasonal depression and schoolwork don’t mix well. It could be a gloomy winter day, but Jeongin acts as the light at the end of the tunnel.

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[louscartridge]

dating bose o'brien thoughts or wtvr

bose obrien x gn reader

i do not give permission for my fics to be posted claiming to be yours, translated, or posted on another platform.

cw- reader knows bose is brainstorm, cuddling, mentions of horror movies, established relationship, reader calls bose 'baby' and /silly' once, angst/hurt +comfort if you squint, reader and bose say "i love you" to eachother.

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❥ bose is Literally the most golden retriever boyfriend to ever exist. anyways following you around and wanting to be with you. he'd (attempt to) do almost anything for you. when you're not around he gets all mopey and cant stop talking about you.

"no wonder he cant remember anything. all he ever thinks about is y/n"

❥His love language(s) are physical touch, and gift giving. Hes always clinging onto you when hes scared, or sad, or just around you honestly. You remember that one episode of danger force where shwoz's mom was "sick" and bose got her golf clubs? (Im gonna pretend he used his own money for that 💀) He uses the little money he gets from occasionally working at nacho ball, on you.

you put what bose had bought you back in the box, and onto the table that was in the middle of the couch the two of you were sitting on.

"Bose, baby. As much as i love this, and you, you really dont have to spend any of your money on me at all. Get something YOU want for yourself." you tell him.

"All i want to myself is you" he replies, his voice cracking slightly at the end making you smile while you blush at his statement.

"Ok, Ill tell you what. How about you get that new dvd you were talking about a few days ago, and we can watch it together. Then, we'll both have what we want"

❥ Obviously you guys watch shows and movies together all the time. I feel like he really likes watching cartoons with you alot too. You make him happy, cartoons make him happy, therefore- extra happy bose. You love horror movies, but as we know, bose is a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes to horror movies. However, that doesnt mean that he wont watch them with you. He knows how much you like them, and he also knows how much it means to the both of you to watch stuff together.

Youre on of the few people he'll actually watch a horror movie with. Though he still gets scared, he always feels the most safe and secure while watching a horror movie when youre there. Boes is practically hooked on your back like a koala, and his arms loosely wrapped around your neck. As hes watching the movie with you, he would occasionally yelp, and bury his face in the crock of your neck and his arms, tightening the hold his arms have around your neck slightly, all while saying "im not scared i dont know what you're talking about"

❥ This man absolutely loves cuddling. Spooning, sitting in the others lap, it didnt matter. As long as you were touching eachother, he was happy.

Hes most definitely is usually a little spoon. He feels insanely safe and protected by you. As much as he always says to the rest of his co-workers and friends that he "can protect himself" you know that sometimes he needs a little help, and he gets more scared then hed like to admit. With you tho, he had absolutely no doubt that he'll be alright.

❥ i feel like bose doesnt really care too much about sounding cheesy when hes talking to you or about you. At first he might've been a little scared to tell you how he feels about you, but after that, god he just keeps going on. He loves you and he'll sure as hell tell you that he does. He doesnt say "i love you" excessively, but he definitely says it at least twice everyday. At least once in the morning, and at least once before he or you go to sleep.

He actually said it first. One of his favorite shirts got ripped and he asked you to fix it. When you were done sewing it and gave it back to him, he exitedly grabbed it out of your hands while enthusiasticly saying "oh my god thank you, i love you" before running away.

a bit later bose came back to the couch in the mans nest where you were sitting, only this time he was wearing the shirt that you had just fixed for him a little bit ago. He sat down next to you but he seemed kinda anxious.

"Whats wrong bose?" You asked him, leaning forward slightly so you could see his face better. He was biting at his lower lip a little and looking down at his hands that were bouncing up and down from his leg bouncing. "I-im sorry if i weirded you out or anything earlier" he said not looking up from his hands. "No you didnt. Why would you? You didnt do anything" you took your left hand and softly brought it up to his jaw , turning his face so you could see eachother properly. Bose hesitated for a second before answering. "When I said i love you" it seemed as if he was holding himself back from looking at you, instead he was looking aimlessly behind you, or back down again. Only time time, instead of seeing his hands, he sees his knees slightly touching yours. You slowly rubbed your boyfriends cheekbone with your thumb. "Oh my god bose, thats what you're worried about?" You chuckle slightly. "I love you too. I said it back, you just ran away too fast for you to hear it silly" Once you said that, boses eyes immediately shot to yours. "Really?" Even tho he said it quietly, you could still hear the happiness in his voice.

"Really." You confirmed, bringing him into a soft kiss.

[abcwordsurge]

random terushima headcanons because he's my boy and criminally underrated:

absolutely despises clowns. once futamata (his setter) pranked him by dressing up as a clown and standing over him as he slept. it's still up for debate whether terushima punched him as a reflex or because he was genuinely furious

has a tendency to LAUNCH the ball way harder than necessary. when learning how to do jump serves, his biggest problem was stopping himself from hitting it out of bounds.

^ another obvious example is mini golf. multiple times, he has climbed fences to retrieve gold balls because he can't stop himself from hitting it as if he's playing regular golf

so, so bad at, like. being aware of his body. never knows when he's hungry, never knows when he needs to go to the bathroom. once he showed up to practice with a fever above 100°F and when misaki asked him if he was sick, he stared at her for a moment, then was like, "oh, dude, I think I might be, now that you bring it up"

one of the most positive and optimistic people on the planet. very much a glass-half-full, silver-lining sort of guy

^ whenever he feels himself losing his positive energy, he stops and thinks of three good things about his current situation

^^ last time he cried was in 2018

^^^ his teammates are BEGGING him to let them be upset about losing a game

^^^^ someday, his bottled up negative emotions are GOING to overflow out of him, he is GOING to crash and burn, and no one's sure whether he'll be able to come back from it

clueless when it comes to actual romance. once he got a date with a girl he really liked, and he was so terrified of messing it up that he... didn't show up at all. he has developed a reputation of being a playboy and a terrible boyfriend, and he doesn't mind, because it means he can flirt without any expectations on either side of following through

[star-quill]

had another thought about country club member peter who comes in during a very busy day and there's no caddies available to help him out on the course so you end up having to help him. you sit next to him on the golf cart, the ride somewhat awkward, considering ur whole relationship with him was, at this point, just sex.

his hand slipped over your thigh, his thumb rubbing over your skin. your face turned red and you had to slip your hand into his, trying to stop him from going any further.

"peter.."

"mm?"

"there's still people on the course.."

"mmhm.. i know.."

he stopped the cart near one of the holes, letting you get out first and grab his clubs. he followed you to the tee and you handed him one of the clubs, accidentally pulling out the wrong one.

"that's a putter, darlin'.. here, i'll get it.."

he put it back and got the right one out. he tee'd up before he stopped and turns to you.

"you ever played before? i could teach you if u like?"

"oh.. uhm.. i-i guess?"

he handed you the club, and stood back as you tried holding it right and looked at him for confirmation.

"alright.. here let me help.."

he walked behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding you on the through hit of the ball. your hands got all sweaty as he stood a bit closer to you.

"you're doing good.. for someone who's never done this before, you have a good stance.. you ready to hit it?"

he stood far back and watched as you hit the ball—and hit it well. he clapped and walked round to you, slinging his arm around ur shoulder and squeezing you against his side. you couldn't help but smile, blushing into his side.

you both moved around the course, him letting you have a few shots every so often, getting excited when somehow you got a hole in one.

"holy shit!" he high fived you and you just grinned up at him while he retrieved both yours and his balls from the hole, slipping them back into the side pocket of his golf caddy.

once you both finished up, you had a long drive back to the main building, forgetting how far away the 18th hole is. he kept both hands on the wheel this time, not wanting to push you any further. but it was you who initiated it, tugging on his arm and holding his hand as he drove you both back. he just glanced over at you for a second and smiled, before turning back to focus on the path ahead of him. you were absolutely head over heels in love with him and it was getting dangerous. you couldn't risk losing your job over him and you didn't want him to lose his membership either.

the main building came into view and he slipped his hand out of yours, driving up to a parking spot near the side entrance. he got out and you followed suit, trying to keep up with his long strides. once he got back to reception, you nodded at him and moved to go back to the bar and lounge area, but a hand on your arm stopped you.

"i had fun today.. thanks for helping me out."

"it was no problem, same time next week?"

"yeah.. 'course.. see you then, sweetheart.." he winked at you before he turned to leave, heading out the front door to the main car park. you realised then that this was becoming more than just sex, you spent so much time with him and you're not completely sure if today counted as a date but if it was, you want a second one immediately. you put your hand in your pocket, trying to find your pen but finding a crumpled piece of paper instead. a number was written down followed by a note:

here's my number, call me later? peter.

[yankstrash]

october 7

gabe and amelias first date was a success

and even more of a success for gabe, she said she wanted to go out again

she said she wanted to go out again.

not gabe, amelia did.

although he also definitely did want to go out again, she said it first!

it's been 3 days since their first date, and they were yet to plan their second

not that she would admit it out loud, but amelia was anxiously checking her phone to see when gabe would text her about their next date

she debated texting him about it, and part of her thought the ball was in her court to do just that since she was the one who suggested a second date first, but she hadn't.

'DING!'

amelia dove for her phone the second she heard the text ding

and to her delight, it was gabe

from: gabe

"hello miss amelia"

she waited a few minutes before she responded

from: amelia

"evening, gabriel"

she stared at her phone screen and when the 3 dots appeared she turned her phone off and pushed it aside

'DING!"

she picked it back up

from: gabe

"what are you doing tomorrow night?"

she smiled at the message

from: amelia

"nothing to my knowledge"

see the dots, throw phone down.

hear the ding, pick phone up.

from: gabe

"well then, how about that second date?"

YES!

her lips tugged upwards as she replied to him

from: amelia

"i think i could squeeze you in.."

her eyes followed the typing dots as they dashed across her screen

from: gabe

"how sweet"

from: amelia

"i know i am. so it's on me this time?"

from: gabe

"in your dreams, sweetheart. i'll see you tomorrow."

amelia rolled her eyes and smiled at his message

'in your dreams, sweetheart.'

~

gabe had texted amelia to dress comfy and that he would pick her up in an hour

she had no idea what they were doing, but she did as he said and picked out more dress down clothes

swiftly tech shirt, hotty hot shorts and oncloud sneakers

good enough.

amelia made her way downstairs when she got the 'i'm here' text from gabe

she felt a bit of wind get knocked out of her when he first appeared in her eye line, immediately taking notice to what he was wearing

oh man, amelia loves a boy in a backwards hat.

she grinned as she opened her building door

"this comfy enough?" she asks as she approaches gabe

he nods his head, "looks good to me."

"so, where are we going?" amelia asks as they begin to walk to his car

gabe looks at her and smirks

"do you know what your handicap is?" he asks

amelia scrunches her eyebrows together in confusion

"my what?"

gabe smirks again

"guess we'll find out.."

~

"what did you ask me about before we got in the car?" amelia asks as gabe drives

"your handicap?" gabe asks

"mmhmm" she hums "what is that..?"

gabe smiles and looks over at her

"you don't know what your handicap is, miss amelia?" he asks with a grin

"I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THAT MEANS!"

gabe laughs at her response

"it's a golf stat" he simply states

amelia raises her eyebrow

"and just why would i need to know that?" she asks

"because.." he begins as he turns the steering wheel and points his finger "that's what we're doing tonight."

she looks and sees where he pulled into

minigolf

she smiles and looks over at him

"romantic no?" gabe asks, putting the car in park

amelia puts her hand over her heart

"my absolute dream." she says

~

they got their putters and golf balls and made their way around the mini golf course

amelia stood back and watched as gabes ball rolled quite a few feet away from the hole

she pursed her lips together and said, "i hope you're good at hockey..."

he turned his head to her and squinted

"you saying i'm not good at golf?"

she shrugged

"i meannn..."

gabe acted fake hurt and amelia laughed

he took another shot and the ball went in

"about time.." she joked

gabe retrieved his ball from the hole and turned to amelia

"you're not THAT much ahead of me miss amelia, i wouldn't get too cocky"

"did this just turn into a competition?" she asked

gabe smirked, "i think it did."

she nodded as they walked to the next hole

"okay, spice it up then. winner gets.. what?" she asked

gabe thinks for a moment

"winner gets to plan the next date."

amelias eyebrows rose at his response

"oh so there will be a third date?" amelia asks

gabe shrugged

"you should just let me go ahead and win because i've already been planning the next date so.."

amelia giggles

"well, i was thinking more like loser buys winner ice cream after this.." she says and looks over at gabe "but sure, i'll go on a third date with you"

he looks at her and smiles

"deal."

~

amelia did in fact get too cocky and she did in fact end up losing

"yeah yeah don't say a damn word." she grunted as she picked up her ball

gabe put his hands up, "i'm not saying anything."

"so," she says as she and gabe return their putters and balls "ice cream on me?"

gabe shakes his head

"GABE!"

gabe laughs at her reaction

"what?! i'll buy you ice cream, don't worry about it." he says

she shakes her head

"no! we had a deal. i lost, so i'm buying."

gabe shakes his head again and hums a 'mm mm'

amelias hands go to her hips as she looks up at gabe

his lips tug upwards into a grin and he sticks a hand out to her

"cmon, we can go to the place next door."

trying to fight her own lips from tugging upwards, she removes a hand from her hip and places it in gabes, accepting his gesture

they strolled over to the ice cream place next door

amelia nudges gabes side with her hand that is holding his

"i'm paying." she whispers

gabe rolls his eyes

"whatever you say."

they both got their ice cream and just as amelia was pulling her card out, gabe stuck his in front of her and paid

"NO-" but it was too late.

she turned to him and glared

"i. was. supposed. to. pay." she grumbles

gabe shrugs, "gotta be quicker than that, gorg."

they went back outside and sat down on the steps

"well now i feel bad.." she says

"why?" gabe says with the spoon in his mouth

"because you won and i was supposed to buy you ice cream!!" amelia exclaims

gabe laughs

"next time."

she scoffs, "RIGHT, i'm sure you'll pull the same stunt that you just did."

gabe nods, "yeah i probably will."

she shoves him lightly, putting her ice cream spoon in her mouth

"i really have every right to call you basic now.." gabe says

"why?"

he motions toward her ice cream cup

she glares, "leave me and my chocolate ice cream alone. it's always been my favorite flavor."

she gives him a side eye

"..basic ass cookie dough." she mumbles

~

when they finished their ice cream gabe drove amelia home

"so, do you know your handicap now?" gabe asks as they reach her building

she gives him a look and he laughs

"we'll go on a real course sometime, how does that sound?" he asks

she shrugs, "sure, i'll drive the golf cart while you golf."

he smiles as they turn towards each other

"still mad that you didn't let me pay for the ice cream." amelia says and crosses her arms

gabe smiles, "i'm really getting in trouble for being a gentleman huh?" he asks

she nods

"well," he takes a step forward "hopefully you'll forgive me by the third date."

she smiles at the mention of their next date

"and when will that be?" she asks

gabe shrugs, "we have an away game this weekend, so i'll keep you updated. this upcoming week, when i'm back?" he asks

amelia smiles and nods her head

"great.." gabe says

hug her.

hug her.

hug her.

he takes another step forward and wraps his arms around her smaller frame

amelia leans up a bit to hug him back

"good luck this weekend." she mumbles into his shoulder

gabe smiles, "thank you," he pulls away from the hug "i'll see you when i get back?"

amelia smiles and nods

"great." gabe says under his breath

"don't lose." she jokes as gabe walks away

he turns back around and grins

"you owe me ice cream when we win."

[jamespotterthefirst]

A Strong Affection (Ethan x f!MC)

Book: Open Heart, book 1 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.3 K Rating/ Warning: E/ None

Premise: They run into each other at the park where she gets to meet the thing he loves the most in the world: his dog Jenner. 

Note: Set after Patient X and pre-Miami. 

The pair of women continued to gawk at Ethan, unabashed, even as he hurried away, tugged by an enthusiastic Jenner. For once, he abstained from chastising the dog into behaving, grateful for the excuse to escape the rather uncomfortable flirtatious encounter. Despite allowing the panting and overly excited dog to take the lead, Ethan still caught their girlish whispers.

“...this handsome in my life!”

“Oh to be that dog’s mommy…” the other sighed wistfully.

Ethan grimaced. He had never understood people’s affinity to label themselves as pet “parents.” And even if he had bought into the trend, he doubted he would ever subject any woman he dated to being Jenner’s “mother”. As he escaped the tittering women, he considered it’s the other way around: he’d never torture poor Jenner so.

“Go. Be free,” Ethan told the dog, unclasping his leash.

Jenner didn't need to be told twice, speeding through their favorite patch of grass, surrounded with a thicket of trees.

They enjoyed the rare autumn sun, the breeze ruffling his hair carrying the bitter promise of the chill looming in the near future. Ethan tossed Jenner's favorite toy ball and the dog faithfully retrieved it, bringing it back to Ethan with slobbery delight. Before Ethan knew it, they had spent a full hour like that.

Ready to go home and start on lunch, he whistled for the dog to return to his side. But Jenner was not listening, instead his attention was rapt on an approaching sound from behind the wall of trees. Before Ethan had a chance to find out what had his dog so captivated, the creature sprinted towards it and well out of sight among the trees.

“Jenner!” Ethan shouted, already following the blur of his tail.

An amused little shriek that folded into laughter followed his dog's panting. Sure enough, Ethan found him with his paws propped against someone's chest, his tail wagging at whirlwind speed.

“Sorry, he's very friendly. He's just—”

His stomach went on an involuntary dive at the sight of her.

Lilac Allende was striking on any other day, but more so when she laughed with abandon. Her joy was almost contagious as she lavished the panting, excited dog before her. Her hands ruffled his ears as she struggled to remain balanced. Jenner had no visible intention to get off of her, basking in the attention she gave him like any sensible creature would.

“That's okay! He's the cutest—”

Her green eyes lit with recognition when she saw him.

“Dr. Ramsey!” she greeted, her surprise ebbing into genuine delight. She gently helped the dog's front paws back to the ground and, before Ethan could fully register what was about to happen, she greeted him with a friendly but quick hug.

Stunned, Ethan tensed, recovering far too late. By the time his arm moved to return the embrace, Lilac had pulled away. He inwardly cringed at his idiotic and awkward lack of composure.

“Rookie,” he greeted, grateful that at least his voice sounded collected.

If she noted how effortlessly Ethan made a fool of himself, she did not comment on it. Instead, startling green eyes sized him up, their mischievous spark cluing him in on the teasing that was customary of her.

“So this is what you do on your day off,” she commented.

“Yes.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing,” she replied casually. “It’s just so normal.”

Ethan rolled his eyes.

“What did you think I did? Golf with stuffy old doctors who spend more time at the country club than at the hospital?”

“Yes,” she returned cheerfully. “I pictured you very clearly in your plaid pants and newsboy cap, laughing it up with colleagues who are five years your senior.”

Ethan scoffed, ignoring her dig at his age. Everyone who frequented the golf course was easily over sixty.

“If you ever see me golfing, shoot me.”

Lilac laughed, finally giving up the bit. The beautiful sound lingered, complementing the yellow, orange, and red burst of autumn around them. As though entranced, Ethan felt the overwhelming urge to move closer. An irrational part of his mind pictured his hands moving around her waist as she laughed, pulling her close. Her laughter would slowly dwindle away as their lips inched closer and closer…

“It’s nice,” she said, breaking him out of his ridiculous reverie.

“What is?” he asked.

“Seeing you enjoy your time away from Edenbrook. With everything going on, you deserve some time to yourself.”

Their eyes met. Reflected in the green that had easily become his favorite color was true, unwavering sincerity. It overwhelmed him with an unfamiliar warmth that made him restless, as though the only relief was her hand in his.

He was saved from saying anything by Jenner, who decided that was his cue to demand Lilac’s attention once more. The dog hopped happily at her feet, tongue hanging in his uncontained joy. Lilac laughed, kneeling down to pet him.

“Look at you! You are the cutest boy in all of Boston!”

Jenner relished the attention, licking her hands and face. Ethan, meanwhile, frowned.

“Jenner, no,” he admonished.

“It’s okay,” she laughed. “Dr. Ramsey is just jealous.”

He raised his brows. “Are you suggesting I want to be the cutest boy in all of Boston?”

Lilac’s laughter was almost hysterical at that. “No! I meant you’re jealous Jenner instantly loves me.”

At last, Ethan allowed a smile.

Lilac caught the rare sight and to his delight, she paused, staring for a beat too long. Maybe it was his imagination but she became suddenly interested in ruffling Jenner’s ears.

“Such a good boy! No wonder you’re the thing Dr. Ramsey loves the most in the world!”

Ethan frowned, confused for a fraction of a moment. Then, an echo of an old conversation came back to him.

“Who do you love most in the world?”

“I suppose I feel a strong affection for my dog, Jenner.”

His own words echoed in his mind, heavy with jarring cynicism. Ethan hadn’t realized back then how bitter the words had sounded. They felt alien and embarrassing, like watching someone else tell an unconvincing lie. He definitely cared deeply for his dog but he could think of no one else back then.

He could’ve said Naveen or Dolores…

His eyes met Lilac’s again.

If she were to ask him the same question today…

“There you are!”

Ethan’s reverie was interrupted by the arrival of someone new. It was that boisterous, handsome surgeon that seemed to spend far too much time with Lilac. He grinned at her, then at Jenner, his megawatt smile growing even more enthusiastic. The surgeon almost knelt down to pet the dog, but his brown eyes fell on Ethan.

“Dr. Ramsey!”

“Lahela.”

There was a small silence which Lilac looked eager to break.

“You didn’t get your coffee?” she asked the surgeon.

Perhaps it was Ethan’s imagination, but her cheeks glowed bright pink and she shuffled her feet with the conviction of someone who wished to be anywhere else.

“Their espresso machine was broken,” he told her. “They didn’t have anything else that’d be strong enough to keep me awake.”

Ethan almost interjected with suggestions, but the iron fist clamping his stomach stopped him. The surgeon could fend for himself. That notion gave him a small dose of satisfaction, particularly when the young doctor moved closer to Lilac.

“You ready for lunch?”

For some reason, Lilac tensed slightly and glanced quickly at Ethan. Lahela followed her line of sight and grinned.

“You’re welcome to join us, Dr. R.”

Ethan could think of a million other excruciating things he’d rather do. Luckily, Jenner came to his rescue. The dog, tired of standing in one spot for so long, tugged at his collar, urging his owner to get a move on.

“Thank you,” Ethan said. “But I’m afraid I have to decline.”

Jenner tugged again, as though to prove his point.

Lahela laughed while Lilac looked on the verge of mortification.

“Rain check, then?”

“Sure.”

They exchanged hasty and awkward goodbyes, all the amusement from before long vanished. As Lilac walked away with the handsome surgeon, their bodies far too close for simple friends, she glanced back at Ethan. Instead of meeting her gaze like he longed to, however, he knelt down and ruffled Jenner’s ears as he tried to ignore the unpleasant stabbing at his insides.

Note: I started writing this so long ago. I finally made myself finish it!

This will have a Part 2 titled “Most in the World” :)

Thanks so much for reading! 

[dragonjesterwrites]

May I have some marriage headcanons with either Glam Chica and Roxanne and Mimi please?

Glamrock Chica and Roxanne Wolf marriage headcanons

Absolutely! Gonna do just the Glamrocks for now, I'll probably do Mimi in just a short bit 👌

Also lil sidenote, we're rounding out the Security Breach animatronic crew, only need Freddy and DJ now! (Here's the link to Monty and Bonnie + Sun and Moon marriage headcanons)

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Chica's been dreaming of her wedding ever since her first few months of activation- she was first introduced to the concept when two of the P&S techs got married, and they happily explained it to her during one of her initial weekly checkups

She keeps a scrapbook full of pictures she's cut and pasted together over the years; dress concepts, decor ideas, buffet spreads, etc. Once a week, she would sneak into the Daycare after hours, and Sun and Moon would help her with it, excitedly bouncing ideas off of each other and using as many craft supplies as they can get away with. She usually leaves with a few new pages full of colorful concepts.

Once one of you proposes, they surprise her with a handcrafted dress, her favorite one, looking like they pulled it straight out of the scrapbook. It's gorgeous, with embroidered vining flowers and streaks of vivid colors running up from the bottom.

The wedding itself is held on Music Man's dance floor, and they sneak in (with the DJ's permission) a full banquet table, laden with food for you, Chica, and any trusted human guests. The ceremony is held on the stage, with Music Man showering you both with flower petals after you kiss.

The reception is held on the dance floor, and everyone dances/sings karaoke into the night. Chica sings you a rock ballad she wrote herself, it's very romantic and very sweet (and absolutely bangin)

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Roxy's the complete opposite of Chica, she's never been bothered about weddings, but hey, if it's something you really want, then she'll help work something out- she's already the best at racing and keytar, how hard could planning a wedding be?

Anyway, after several fits of frustrated yelling and stomping about (why is finding good decor so hard in an entertainment center??) she enlists Moon's, Chica's, and Freddy's help. Moon, with his high security clearance, helps retrieve hard to find things such as rings and a copy of an officiant's script, Chica does much of the decorating and bakes the cake, and Freddy provides emotional support.

The engagement ring she picks out to propose to you with is one of the biggest/most colorful/unique ones, whichever sort she thinks you'd like best. Only the best for her boo 😤

Chica, Freddy, and Moon spend a lot of nights coaching her through her own proposal speech. She keeps getting nervous and going off script, and then they have to stop her from eating the script out of frustration.

Roxy's not a fan of formal clothing, or clothing in general for that matter, finding it claustrophobic and unnecessary. However, the thought of you in a dress/tux does make her circuits warm, and she wants to look good for you, too- so she gets Sun and Moon to make her a nice tux jacket and bowtie, and Chica combs her hair and tail for her so she looks just as perfect as you.

It takes a lot of time for her to decide on a venue: Daycare, too childish, the DJ's dance floor, too loud, Monty Golf, no way in hell- in the end, she personally clears out the excessive cones and barriers from Roxy Raceway, throws colored sheets over the tall barriers, and hangs a massive disco ball Moon borrowed from storage over the large area she pushes together. She rolls out some red carpet between the entrance, and strings lights over all the walls and dangling down through the gaps in the sheets she tied around the disco ball's cable- ending up with a massive tent, string lights illuminating the pastel colors of the sheets and making everything glow softly. She tries not to boast about it too much in the weeks after your wedding.

[sin-sidejob]

JR totes you along to his country club for the weekend, walking you along on his arm the whole time from the golf course to the bar and later to dinner. He manages to get you on one of the tennis courts, not expecting the change into your little outfit. He’s been eying you up ever since you got changed after brunch. You notice how his gaze lingers over the expanse of your thighs and how he always glances between your face and down to your legs, barely covered by the tiny tennis skirt. He nearly regrets taking you out to the country club with him until he finally sees an opening.

After lofting the ball back and forth, taking it easy on you at first until you get the upper hand and surprise him once again with your unlimited skill, JR catches the sweat beading on your brow and neck, soaking beneath the trim little collar of your shirt. He sends the ball out of bounds with a lofty hit from his racket, the monogrammed emblem glinting in the sunshine. His offhand toss leads to you retrieving it as you bend over the bench, ass high in the air as you struggle to find the tennis ball that was wedged between the bench and the high wall court. JR wastes no time in pretending briefly to help you look before he takes the opportunity before him to flip your skirt up, feigning concern as he openly gazes at the curve of your spine before swatting your ass with a solid pat of his palm. He squeezes at the fat of your ass cheek and watches it shift and wriggle as you make a noise of surprise before humming, deciding that you like the attention and let him continue, the tennis ball long forgotten by the time he’s got a finger hooked around your panties and is pulling them to the side, straining them around the swell of your ass cheek until the seams of the fabric threaten to tear.

JR whistles lowly at the glint of the sun on your glistening folds and the way you clench, ass jiggling with the shift as he molds your ass cheeks in his palms. Telling you how pretty y’are, all spread and ready for him, as he grinds against you on the private court, khakis about to stain from your already-soaked pussy before he fumbles with his belt, yanking himself free from his fly and boxers to slide between your thighs, slipping between your pussy lips. JR’s got a hand at your waist as it lifts the skirt, leaving your ass wholly exposed while he thumbs the rim of your puckered hole, already toying with your pussy as his cockhead catches at your clit, sending you whining as you prop yourself up on your elbows upon the bench.

Bowing your head down as if in prayer, you rock your hips back onto him, planting your sneakers firm onto the tennis court while grinding back as he moans your name approvingly, affectionately patting your side. “That’s it, keep being good for me peach, then we can play,” JR promises, nudging his cock at your cunt until it breaches just the slightest bit, making a wet smacking sound as his dick smears in your slick. Humming, you preen, lips glossed already and now beaming in a dazed smile as you fuck yourself back onto him, letting him bottom out slowly, inch by inch until you feel his hips and the fabric of his pants brush against your backside. You press your forehead to the cool steel of the bench, arching your spine as you feel him thrust back and forth, smacking his hips against your ass until his pace quickens, the sound drowned out by the surrounding tennis courts in play, hidden all behind the tall walls of the individual courts.

Due to how you both didn't have to hide much, if anything at all due to his reputation and shiny platinum card, you moaned his name freely. You are rewarded with JR's hand snaking down from your waist to your clit, rubbing it in pressured circles while he sends your thighs shaking as he mutters praise, stringing your name along his sentences like holy prayer. With your head bowed and frame bent over, it nearly looks like prayer, except your ass is hanging out and there's precome drooling down your thighs.

It's sticky in the summer heat, feeling the sweat gather at your spine and smear between your thighs as they slide against JR's, head foggy with the combination of sun and sex paired with being out in the open with limited risk. Barely making out what he's even saying, you catch bits and pieces of his praise, practically tasting the sweetness in the dulcet tones as he spoonfeeds you affection while bullying his cock into your cunt. The smacks of his hips to your ass quicken and you mewl, cheek pressed to the bench as you curl your hands around the edge, locking your knees back to bounce back onto him when he pulls back in his thrusts.

JR groans approvingly, voice growing louder and bearing less strength, brain failing him as he tries to speak. "Doing so well for me, ah, f-fuck, pretty little cunts j-just taking me — fuckin' made for me," he stumbles over his words, gritting his teeth as he tries to last a little longer, pressing harder against your clit, making you whine high, "gonna' cum for me, peach? Can you do that for me?"

You nod, bleary and dazed and warm all over, feeling like you've been dipped in a sugary glaze, and rock your hips back once, twice, and then you're gone. Absolutely fading while he putters his thrusts a few more times, drawn in by the clenching of your cunt and lured into orgasm along with you. He leans over top of you, hands shifting to hold onto your own as they white knuckle at the edge of the bench, feeling his stomach rest atop your spine before you shift, groaning as you lean back only to fuck yourself deeper onto his half-hard cock, feeling the cum thats dripped down his length smear against your clit as its coated his balls.

After a moment or two, you groan as you rise, nudging him back into a standing position that he reluctantly takes, not wanting to let go just yet. He does help you back into your panties that've been shifted to the side, letting the elastic band snap into place as you yelp then swat at him as he giggles, entirely amused with himself. You rise, the skirt falling back down to cover your ass as you stretch your back and knees, feeling the tenseness appear now while JR tucks himself back into his boxers and khakis, buckling his belt while he grimaces, still half-hard and feeling the strain. You attempt to hide your smirk, unable to not be amused with how he's fucked as you shift around him to grab your racket and crack open the can of tennis balls, walking backward to your side of the court, waving the racket at him mockingly.

"Oh c'mon sweetheart," you croon sardonically, tapping the tennis ball against the court in a dribble with your racket before catching it, rolling it in your palm as JR watches with his lips pursed "I was good f'you, wonderful even. Now it's time we play."

[idiotwithanipad]

The Return Of The Rat (Pt1)

Amy (My OC) finds out about a new guest at the hotel who has no right to come back, especially after what his past self had tried to do, and what he lied about. Along the way, discovering new, frightening things about herself.

TW: Mention of choking to death, Swearing

“He’s got no chance! D’you see the way he swung that Putter?” The head in Amy’s hands laughed. They had found a surprising amount of hilarity in watching the living visitors play golf on the green. Although, judging them would probably be the appropriate term for what they were doing. 

Only last week, the Tudor had made their bond official, and, with the aid of his only living friend, Alison Cooper, had asked for her help in signing an adoption certificate declaring the young girl his daughter in the noble name of Bone. 

But the plan had been lopsided; the girl had spent every moment of her afterlife in the company of the Tudor since her second week of death, and the separation leading up to the day of the adoption was difficult for the both of them. 

While Amy held nothing against her friends for claiming that they had no idea what had become of Humphrey the entire day before the adoption, she decided to distance herself from them for the following week, save for Humphrey and a special woodland dwelling friend of hers now put to slumber by the Waning Moon. 

They watched as the golf balls flew overhead and glistened in the sun, rolling through the manicured grass and coming to a halt. 

"See! I told you he wouldn't manage it!" Humphrey blurted. 

Amy stomped her four inch platform into the grass and growled, although she still held an amused smile on her face. 

"Fuck it!"

The head in Amy's hands chortled. Amy paced over the grass towards where the ball had landed. It had rolled only a few feet away from the hole. 

"That's close enough to be considered a win, come on! I called it! I said he'd get close! " She barked, waving her hand down at the hole, clutching Humphrey's head under her arm. 

"The rules are the rules, that's six points for me and two for you..." The head snided playfully. 

"Two and a half for how close the damn thing is!?" Amy bargained. 

"Nope" Humphrey said, emphasising the 'P'.

"Nah, c'mon!"

The head merely chuckled and waggled his brows. 

"Best of ten then?!" Amy hounded, regathering his head in both hands before her stomach so he could watch as the living player retrieved the ball. 

Humphrey hummed for a moment and flicked his eyes up. 

"... Alright, best of ten"

The whole morning the two had spent watching the golfers. Amy wasn't a sports fan, even when alive, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy placing silly bets on who would win or lose with the Tudor. The day had been hot, the sun had burned many skins and caused the elderly to retreat back inside. A trundling drone had distracted Amy, even through the constant clamp of hear headphones stuck forever over her ears. 

She turned away from the golfers and faced the driveway. A small gazebo was erected, and beneath it was a table containing some plastic cups and some sort of machine. One that Amy recognised all too well. 

"No way!" Amy gasped. 

"What?" Humphrey asked, trying to flick his eyes in the direction he assumed she looked. 

"It's a slush puppy machine!" Amy smiled, already taking Humphrey and heading over to the table. 

Sheltered beneath the gazebo offered an ample opportunity for them to read all the flavours listed. 

"What are these, then?" Humphrey asked, his brow furrowing in confusion at the churning tubs of coloured ice. 

Amy practically salivated. 

"I fucking loved these things! They're these drinks, you- I dunno, blend down ice in this syrup and it's the dog's bollocks!" Amy beamed, her eyes gazing at her favourite two flavours; Cherry and Sour Apple. 

Humphrey clicked his tongue and averted his eyes upwards towards Amy. Amy paused; remembering then that Humphrey wasn't entirely used most to her vulgar language. He could handle a few f bombs and such, but some words, such as the one she threw out just then made his metaphorical gut clench. 

" .. Sorry. It's just been ages since I've seen these things!" Amy sounded like she was holding back her excitement. Humphrey's eyes scanned the labels beneath the machine. 

"Strawberry, Blue Raspberry, Cherry, Sour Apple- ooh, lots of choices then?" He mused, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lip briefly. 

"Yeah, they're so good! Especially in summer, I guess that's why it's here. I heard on the TV that there's a heatwave" Amy said, matter-of-factly. Not that the weather had any effectiveness on the dead anymore. 

"I dunno about you, but if I could pick one, I'd have to go for the Strawberry" Humphrey said, raising his eyebrows at the churning tub of red bliss. 

Amy rose an eyebrow. 

"Really?" 

"Well, I recall trying a strawberry as a boy, I enjoyed them then. As for the others, I can't quite remember what Cherry tastes like, I don't remember Apples being sour and Blue Raspberry... Well that's just not factual" Humphrey said, his eyes bulging at the thought of somewhere in the world, a plantation of blue raspberries growing. 

Amy chuckled and swayed slightly in the shade of the gazebo, delighting in the artificial fruity scent that the drinks gave off. Humphrey perked up. 

"You could've made one out of those Monsters you like!" 

Amy straightened. 

"Funny enough, I actually tried that once. Didn't end well. When I blended it up, it got too fizzy and kinda- exploded on me... I managed to try some though, watered down Monster... Not great" Amy said, recalling the embarrassing memory. 

Humphrey remembered seeing a blender once; he thanked his lucky stars that they didn't exist back in his time, he just KNEW that they'd be used as a torture device. 

"You could have a Wine flavoured one?" Amy suggested, sounding like a child off in a fantasy land where anything came in every flavour possible. Humphrey smiled. 

"That would've been nice. Mostly only royalty had ice houses back in my time, so ice was a rarity unless it was the dead of winter or a special occasion. My father was lucky in that regard, really. He had one at Richmond"

The pair fluttered around the slushies for a while longer, Amy began introducing Humphrey to the combinations people would mix, and that only made him want to taste them more. They didn't even notice the new flurry of cars which pulled into the lot, or the passenger which stepped out of a car, who regarded the place with a sense of familiarity. A deep dread. A nagging sensation of... guilt? Fear? Like a moment of judgement was at hand. Like he had the nerve and the unmitigated gall to show his rat face here again. 

After tiring of the golfers and fawning over the cold drinks, Amy and Humphrey retired back inside as the clock struck six. Although the rest of their ghostly crew gathered in the Higham Suite every night for film club, Amy and Humphrey took refuge in the room where Amy had met her fizzy, caffeine choking demise. 

A permanently locked and shady room in the East Wing, the same room in which Fanny would reenact her own death every night. The room had been left unbookable after Amy's death; as far as the hotel staff and owners knew, Amy's was the first death to happen inside the walls during the time the hotel had been in business. They probably should've done more homework and put two and two together on who those old oil paintings where of and they they still remained. 

The room was still and quiet, save for the sound of the TV in the next room over. Amy sat herself cross legged on the bed, the sheets not moving an inch at the contact. Humphrey's head lie on it's side in front of her, his eyes flicking over to the door, keeping his eyes peeled for a certain someone or something. Amy's brow creased, a question she'd been wanting to ask all week finally breached the surface and came into the light. 

"Humphrey?" 

"Yeah, Poppet?" He said, eyes flicking back up to her. 

Amy stuffed her hands inside her front hoodie pocket and stared down at the untouched sheets. 

"You know the other day when I couldn't find you? The day you-" Amy shrugged and gave a half smile, nodding her head over to the bedside table where her adoption certificate sat in its frame where Alison had left it, after a little bargaining with the man at reception to allow her access to the room. 

Humphrey blinked and smiled back at the framed document. 

"Well- where you okay?" Amy asked. 

The question puzzled the Tudor. 

"Course I was. Well- I heard you cryin'  and I wanted to drop the idea all together and go show you I was alright" Humphrey spoke. 

"You weren't laughing at me or anything, where you?" Amy asked, blinking in shame for making such a fuss. 

"You 'avin' a laugh? I could barely take it! The only thing that stopped me was hearing Silver talking to you. She always makes things better" Humphrey assured, his brow creasing at the thought of Amy assuming he'd taken joy out of her torment. 

"I guess it worked out alright, though?" Amy smiled. She tried to suppress the powerful yawn that slipped between her lips, but Humphrey spotted it. 

"Come on, get some sleep, you haven't slept all week. I'll still be 'ere when you wake up, Poppet" Humphrey blinked. 

No matter how many times Amy protested and claimed that she wasn't tired, Humphrey could tell it was a bold faced lie. Amy finally conceded and carried Humphrey's head over to a soft armchair by the window, his frequent sleeping place. She placed him onto the soft cushion gently and trundled back over to the bed. As soon as she curled up on her side, pulled her hood over her head and nestled into the pillow, she was practically out like a light. 

For about an hour, Humphrey felt like he could drop off any moment as well, but a certain someone that he had been keeping himself awake for entered the room through the wall. They shuffled and bumbled blindly, their arms braced out ahead of them as if blindfolded, but their eyes did work; they were staring right at themself. 

Humphrey watched as his detached body approached the bed and took a seat on the edge by Amy's feet. It seemed to twist it's upper body towards the sleeping girl to 'look' at her. It's clumsy, searching hand carefully came up to feel around gently for Amy's head still tucked away beneath the hood. It came to a slow stop when it found it's target and stroked softly, before it reached behind itself and pulled the thick layers of it's cloak over her body like a blanket. 

Humphrey smiled and finally let his heavy eyes drift shut, secure in the knowledge that this was his sentient body's way of letting his adopted daughter know that they would both still be there when she awoke. 

[sariahsue]

Let Me Count the Ways

Chapter Five - Acceptance

[Ch 1] [Ch 2] [Ch 3] [Ch 4]

One of Chat Noir's favorite things about being a superhero was helping people. Sometimes it was big ways, like stopping a rampaging dragon or saving hundreds of lives at once. Sometimes it was small ways, like posing for a picture with someone who looked down or helping retrieve a soccer ball that had gotten kicked over a fence.

His other favorite thing was hanging out with Ladybug. For obvious reasons.

It was always a special treat when he got to do both (especially when he wasn't getting pelted by magical golf balls or falling victim to mind control yet again or jumping into a monster's mouth or whatever). Tonight, they were volunteering at a nursing home, reading stories and playing board games with the residents. He loved listening to them talk about what their childhoods and teenage years had been like. He loved making them laugh with his silly jokes.

Everything seemed right with the world. He was surrounded by happiness. He flicked his gaze over to Ladybug, who sat between two women on a pink sofa. A photo album was open on her lap, and the women were pointing and smiling. But Ladybug's eyes were on him, expression unbelievably soft as she watched him.

He'd never seen her look at him like that before. It made him feel gooey and giddy, and he waved to her like the dorkasaurus that he was. The gentle giggle he heard right afterward was worth potentially embarrassing himself in front of his new friends, though.

When it was time to leave, neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir were ready to part ways. The sun had long since set, but the night was still young, and the air was fresh and brisk.

"You look like you feel better," he said as they sat on one of the many benches of the Jardin du Palais Royal. Water from the fountain splashed somewhere behind them. The rows of trees and beds full of flowers surrounding them rustled quietly in the breeze. One benefit of being superheroes that they didn't use much was the ability to sneak into places like this after they had closed. It was wonderful to have the garden all to themselves.

"Better?" Ladybug asked.

"I don't think I've heard you stutterall week. Did your… problem clear up?"

"Oh." Ladybug tucked her hair behind her ear and studied her knees. "Yeah, I guess it's not really an issue anymore."

Chat Noir was about to congratulate himself for being such a good partner who helped her through a stressful time when she added, "I kind of just accepted it."

He frowned. "That's bad. If something's bothering you, you can't give up–"

"No, it's fine." She waved her hand. "I don't want to fight it anymore." She sighed.

That didn't sound fine, but he couldn't really argue if he didn't know anything about it. "So, if it's not a problem anymore, can you tell me now? You know you can talk to me about anything."

"You're easier to talk to than anyone else I know, but I– I don't think… think I could–" She waved at her mouth to show how tongue-tied she already was over it.

"I promise I won't judge if you stutter," he said. "It's okay if you're upset when you talk. I don't mind."

The air stilled as she thought about her answer. The scent of flowers was heavy around them. "Not upset exactly, but maybe… It's–" She floundered for the right words, and Chat Noir waited patiently. "Um, without specifics." She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "A boy."

All his breath left him in a rush. "Oh." This was about the boy that she'd had a crush on for years. The one who was too dumb to notice her. She hadn't mentioned him in ages. Was he causing problems for her again? Was that where the stuttering had come from?

"Yeah, a boy," she said. "It's just… would you say it's really difficult to hold onto hope after no reciprocation for so long?"

He shrugged noncommittally. He wanted to tell her the truth, that he was still crazy about her. It was the perfect opportunity. But he didn't think it wouldn't be particularly appreciated in the middle of her trying to explain her feelings for someone else. "I guess it is," he said, because his only hope was that it would be true for her and she was finally giving up on the other guy.

"Oh," she said sadly. "I thought so— I mean, I'd hoped, but…"

They were quiet for several moments. The water still gurgled softly. The moon was strong enough to cast shadows through the trees. Every time the wind blew, the shadows rippled and danced at their feet.

Ladybug finally spoke again. "How easy do you think it would be to… light that candle again?"

Chat Noir's cat ears perked up, then flattened again immediately. That sounded like she already had given up on the other guy, but that she also wanted to rekindle the feelings for some reason. "Why are you asking me? Do you want to relight it?" Would it make you happy? he asked silently. Don't you think you could be happy with me instead?

"I want your opinion," she said simply.

Something wasn't right with this discussion. He couldn't imagine why she would want to hear what he had to say about this. All he wanted to do was tell her to give up on her unrequited love forever, so he said, "I don't think candles can be relit."

Ladybug leaned forward and away from him, resting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands.

She looked utterly defeated.

Why did it even matter what he thought? He was not following the thread of this discussion. At all. "Why do you want to relight your candle anyway?"

"My candle?" she asked, sitting up again. Her deep frown relaxed and her face cleared. "My friends are right. Boys are really bad at subtext."

"What conversation are we having?"

Ladybug hummed, resting on her knees again, but this time smiling up at him. "You're really cute when you're confused."

She wasn't making any sense, and her comment was more tease than compliment. He stood and backed up for a better view of her. Maybe if he had the right – he didn't know, perspective – then it would suddenly make sense. "Couldn't you just be direct?"

She sat up slowly, eyes searching him, and she suddenly looked as uncertain as he felt. "After this discussion, I don't think I'd like your response if I tried." She got up and walked past him, out from under the trees and toward the water fountain. Cold moonlight danced along the pool's surface.

Chat Noir followed her as she sat down on the lip of the fountain. "Sorry," he said, not sure what he was exactly apologizing for.

"It's okay. I knew at the beginning I'd have to figure out a plan. It was silly to hope that I could have it this easily. It's been a long time. I wish I knew how to make…"

Without the trees providing shelter, the wind was more cold and cutting. Ladybug slid closer to him for warmth and rested her head on his shoulder.

Zmmmm. Chat Noir's brain buzzed, her touch quickly drowning out worries about what clues he was missing and his list of strange things she'd been doing. Her hand slipped up his forearm and around his elbow to link their arms together. It was only natural for his head to fall gently on top of hers after that. If she kept it up, he was likely to start purring. He already felt like he was melting into her side.

"I got it," she announced, thankfully not moving from her spot. "I know what to do."

"That's good," he breathed. "Congratulations." Her hair smelled really nice. Bread and shampoo and something that was all her.

He never wanted her to move.

But eventually she had to.

"It's getting late," she said, leaning away and standing up a long while later.

He stood up too, inescapably drawn to her.

The water gurgled as they stared at each other, before Ladybug pushed herself up to her toes and laid a gentle kiss on his right cheek, and then his left.

Chat Noir's brain started going fuzzy again.

"Thank you," she said.

"For…?" he asked, watching the way her mouth formed the words, before remembering that they were just friends and she was probably in love with someone else, and training his gaze somewhere less enticing. Like the grass growing between the gaps in the cobblestone behind her.

"For being so supportive. For always helping me." She grabbed his hands, content to let them hang together in between them. "I love spending time with you. You're wonderful."

He nodded. His heart was full and his mouth felt tingly, and he was sure if he tried to speak, the words would come out all wrong. How could she still do that to him without even trying?

"Until next time?" She gave his hands a quick squeeze before dropping them. "Bye!" She threw her yoyo and was gone.

His empty hands twitched limply. "Bye, Lovebug."

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A/N: And now the real fun begins.

Tag list: @clawsout83 @trippingovermyfeet @tbehartoo

[kieraelieson]

A Story of My Childhood: The Barn in Pennsylvania

I figured I’d start off with me being a child up to antics, and not dive into trauma right away.

I welcome questions and related stories from you guys, they’ll help my own processing of events.

For three years(approx. 9-12 for me), my family lived in Pennsylvania. We were in a lil town, at the very very edge. We were the last house on the last street on one side.

One one side of our house was a whole mountain, with pregnant cows grazing there until they gave birth.

Directly across from our house was a barn, owned by the man that we’d bought the house from. One room of the barn we were allowed to store stuff in. I’m general, all the kids weren’t allowed in, except for special circumstances.

I believe the barn used to be used for the cows. The basement had pens and stalls and such.

The biggest room in the barn had hay in it. There was also a Single Rocking Chair (definitely haunted in my opinion). Next to the hay was a hay chute. And what is a hay chute to a child but a dangerously fun slide? 😅 It ended about 5-6 feet above the ground, so you had to stop yourself before the end or take an intense tumble. (I don’t believe any of us actually ever fell, but I understand better now why the parents didn’t want us sliding on it.) There was also a door-ish thing that didn’t latch, but covered the opening unless it was held open. It was helpful in catching us.

A few times we had a chicken go get lost in the barn and had to retrieve them (of course with some extra time for exploring and sliding) and that was mostly how we got allowed in.

Behind the barn was a wide empty grass field (part of which was actually a runway for little crop duster airplanes) and I guess the owner thought people might like to practice golf on it? Either way, he had a quarter operated golf ball machine outside of the barn.

Well, with our teeny child hands, we discovered that we could reach up through the dispensing hole and just barely touch the balls with the tips of our fingers. A bit more exploration, and we discovered the way to push and maneuver to make one fall out. Until some bees took up residence in the machine we regularly got balls out of it to play with 😅 After all, we didn’t have quarters, but we did have 5-10 minutes to try to get something out of it.

I almost still don’t feel guilty about it. For one, the golf balls we took couldn’t have cost all that much, and for two, I’ve held a grudge against that guy for quite a while. That’ll probably need another story post to explain though.

[theadventurerslog]

Sam & Max Hit the Road | Part 3

The Adventurer’s Log

Guess who got hopelessly stuck again? This is a post of suffering spread of over multiple sessions of absolute obstinance and outright missing things. Oh the missing things, OH the missing things.

First though I had Trixie's trailer to check out! Some easy early progress.

I found a stiltwalker costume in the box and a minigolf score card in the closet. The card opened up a new location.

But was there anything on top of the closet? (No, no there wasn't, but it was among the first thoughts to occur to me; thanks King's Quest).

New location with gator mini golf!

I kinda really love this fellow.

I talked to the owner and found the place hadn't always been alligator themed, but at one point the course got flooded and in came the gators, and really what else can you do? He also had a bigfoot who has escaped hmmm. And he's a huge fan of Conroy Bumpus. I also got a broken golf ball retriever.

I moved on to the course itself and ran into Conroy Bumpus and his assistant again. It seems he's also looking for Bigfoots. We exchanged Words. Certainly Max did.

Ahh civility.

Max got hurled and landed into the dunk tank. The jerk pair left and I needed to rescue Max.

I was working on it, Max. But look, look! The second biggest monkey head I've ever seen! Monkey Island references, I love you.

The owner told me the gators will eat when food is in front of them, so I swapped the golf balls with a bucket of fish and went fish golfing. I had some struggles but I was able to get the gators to line up to form a bridge so Sam could hop across.

Max was mad at how long Sam took and they got into a bit of a verbal spat. I may or may not have dunked Max a couple times before actually releasing him... I mean... the button was right there... and I know it sucked being thrown into there but he was being a bit of a jerk...

The beast was dunked.

I let him out and he'd found some bigfoot hair and mange. Ick. Now I had two samples of Bigfoot hair.

Then I got very stuck. I wandered and tried things. I accidentally discovered the fish magnet could be attached to the ball retriever but it needed something to hold it in place, so I tried the severed hand and that worked. I also found out I could attach the empty cup instead of the magnet as well. Then I wandered some more and stopped for the night.

During my wandering I also tried golf some more just to see what would happen if I hit all those different figures. They each do a little animation/sound so that's fun.

I tried again for a bit in the morning, no progress, took a short break, tried some more and eventually found I'd forgotten I could interact with the ball of twine from inside the building. I was able to plunge the ball retriever magnet combination into it and grabbed a mood ring. Triumph, sweet triumph! For a minute.

And then I got stuck back at square one. I'm writing this before my next session that I hope will lead to a solution in continuing this post. As of writing this I know I need to find Dougie Moleman's uncle Shuv-Oohl, but I don't know if that's actually my next goal or not. I have no new locations and I feel like I'm out of things to solve in the locations I do have, but then I thought that before finding the mood ring, so I'm missing something; I just don't know what... or where... or how.

Is the mood ring even useful yet? For what? I keep eyeing the rasp as well. I haven't had a use for it yet. And what of the twine?

I could check the hint-book, but I've gotten spitefully stubborn for now. We'll see how long that lasts but I want to solve this. Myself! I don't take issue with checking a guide for specific things, but something's got me riled up into full spiteful stubborn mode, so here we are.

I'm also forming a one-sided feud with that giant ball of twine. I want to unravel it. I want to see it fall. It even contained one of my sticking points just to rub it in.

A depiction of me at this point.

Another break happened.

Okay, my current thought process of things that may matter:

Office area:

Can I do anything with the TV beyond changing channels or turning it off and on? So far no.

The LOVE message appears when it's dark. Just a fun thing or relevant? I suspect just a fun thing

The door can be opened or closed. I wouldn't think much of that but Monkey Island 2 has me paranoid that that matters or will matter

Max's roach farm. I can look at it which means interaction. Relevant or flavour?

Outside the office the mailbox has been damaged and mail spilled. Can I do anything with the mail beyond examining and horrifying Sam with the idea of mail theft?

There's a cat that sometimes shows up but seems random so probably just for flavour?

Intoxicated pigeons??

Anything with Bosco's?

World of Fish:

Fish that farts bubbles when fed. I got nothing.

Biggest Ball of Twine:

My enemy. That said I feel like I've gotten everything I can from it?

Snuckey's:

I got the rasp and pecan candy, bought the mini games. Opened the jar. Doesn't seem like there should be more here?

Unless something can be done with the horse ride

Carnival:

Flambé - can breathe fire. Can ask him to in two different directions. Seem relevant but how?? Can't interact while he's doing it from conversation

Something more with the attractions in the tent?? Or the Kushman brothers??

Golf course:

Feels like I got everything...

The office area seems to have the most potential, but I could also just be missing something entirely like I did with the Ball of Twine... I keep going back to the office but nothing I've tried has been working. Time to go through each area again I guess with a fine-tooth comb.

I dipped back in to try a couple things that went nowhere but did have me continue the stubborn streak and damn it all I missed picking up a magnifying lens at the carnival that I had looked at! A few times! But I'd used 'use' instead of 'pick up' I guess before, so I was thinking it was something I had to, well, come back and use with something else at some point. Not something I could pick up. Mechanics error ><. Honestly I do wonder if I simply misclicked at some point and landed on the game machine next to it. I always try to look at, and pick everything up. The hotspots, have felt finicky at points, especially when there are a few things close together. I will own my other mistakes, but I don't know if this one was entirely on me. Either way, argh, it's always the simple stupid stuff that hangs you up! (spoiler alert: It really really is always that)

That all said, that's all fine and well, but like the mood ring I still don't know what to actually do. I'm having an issue of not knowing what I'm even working toward specifically at the moment outside the broad goal of find Dougie's uncle for more Bigfoot info.

Okay, so I brought the magnifying lens to the ball of twine restaurant and was able to attach it to the binoculars. That let me see a bunch of weird locations but still hasn't opened anything useful in terms of progress.

Locations such as the Enchanted Argyle Forest. Or the Eternal Plane of Acid Rain among some others and a rock. Just a rock. I did a full loop of looking a few times but nothing was coming up and I can't do anything but pick a direction or pause it. I thought it'd open me a new location on the map, but nope, so am I still missing something here?

Once again I had a nice little moment of triumph swiftly shut down by Now What. The title of this post should be "Now what?".

Progress at last!! A whole lot more wandering and trying to figure out what my path would have been if I'd done things in a more expected order and I kept coming back to the Gator Golf because that's where Trixie's trailer led me, and sure enough... Sure enough!!

I missed the damn door on the dunk tank. It's not even subtle! There's a big gap! I don't know how I kept missing it despite coming back here a few times before.

My only minor defence is the both broad but finicky hot spots. Like I could click a spot that wasn't even on the target and still get the target interaction, but even still... SIGH. I swept over the area too much with a Look and not enough with Use I guess...

I got a sno globe in there without any actual 'snow'. But it had the Mystery Vortex and on the bottom was engraved a message to Shuv-Oohl. This opened the Vortex on the map, so a new location at last. Off to the Vortex. It's also missing its stopper which may be important. But most importantly: Progress! Hopefully to find Shuv-Oohl!

Here we are! New location, new location at last!

This game is making my head ping.

Next time: explore this place and hopefully make a bunch of progress without spending ages, and I do mean ages, stuck. Because of a door. This is worse than missing part of the office.

I was noting time but I have no idea anymore, so that's a stat that's just not going to happen anymore for this game. It jumped by a lot; I can say that much.

To mysteries and vortexes!