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elioslover · 11 months

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24 from the 50 meet cutes

Here we go!! I've got a few finished and will post them over the next couple days! This blurb is gonna have a second part (it's a double meet-cute ya'll!) based off of #1- which you can find here!

#24: Being paired up at Ballroom dancing class.

WC: 2k. || Other Writing || Warnings

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Wednesday evenings are designated to Ballroom dancing. This was a simple pleasure that had started as a favour you were doing for a friend. They had insisted it would be fun- and it was- as soon as the fifty minutes were up, you were informed that not only had they found it boring, but they also hadn't signed up for the next session.

You, on the other hand, had signed up for the next one, and, after the third time you had found yourself attending the quaint dance studio- conveniently four blocks from home- it was quite obvious that you would be attending indefinitely.

With spring came the wedding season, and it was time to learn the classic styles of waltz and foxtrot. As a bonus, the wedding season also applied to you- you were attending this weekend. There was a sense of pride in knowing you would be prepared for the reception- maybe even find yourself on the dancefloor for a change.

Unsurprisingly, when you crossed the threshold of the front entrance this evening, there were a few new faces- some looking happier to be here than others- and it took a little searching before you found a spot on the bench to put your bag.

It wasn't much longer before the instructor clapped her hands together and called the class to attention. She covered the basics of introductions and gave a quick run-down of how the class would proceed.

Following your usual- and most comfortable- routine, you found a spacious spot near the back left. As much as you enjoyed the freedom these classes provided, you weren't at the point of willingly thrusting yourself to the front, which may as well have been like stepping into the spotlight.

Everyone scattered, leaving enough space for one another to slide and groove around successfully. The music was a classic symphony, something perfect to tackle the waltz with,

The class was already in full swing, dancers repeating steps until they were ready to be executed with ease. Over the orchestral tunes, the door to the studio swung open, and a man, rather cute and frazzled, sheepishly snuck in, swiftly slipping through the group until he came to a stop at the very back and settling into the spot to your right.

Paying more attention to the steps than the mystery man, it only occurred to you that he had stolen the space of your favourite dance partner, Marv.

The instructor revised the final moves required for today's lesson and then clapped her hands together, initiating the next part of the class. It was time to put the steps into practice, and other students shifted to greet their partners.

The mystery man looked left and right, smiling at Marv before quickly switching his attention to yours truly. Feeling dread for the first time since signing up to dance, having to switch up partners had been decided for you.

Worse off, Marv seemed happier than he ever had, keen on teaming up with the lady to his right- at least twenty years older than yourself.

Sheepishly, your new dance partner smiled, and you finally took the time to check him out. His hair, soft and chocolate, is pulled up and out of his face courtesy of a bright pink clip. He doesn't seem too prepared for this class, dressed in a pair of light-wash jeans and a loosely fitted and extremely flattering white tee.

You start to wonder if he's one of the few dancers gearing up for a wedding they would soon be asked to attend. And, when he makes no further attempts to initiate stepping closer and getting into position with you, it's almost a guarantee that he has no idea what he's doing.

Not only would you soon be dancing with a stranger, but he seemed to be expecting you to take control- something dance class usually guaranteed was not a necessity.

The sooner you get things started, the shorter the suffering. So, you sent him a sweet smile and stepped closer, encouraging him to do the same. He sighed with a sense of relief and followed suit, awkwardly shifting and shuffling, his arms awkwardly trying to find a space to rest.

You muttered a soft greeting, hoping it would help him warm up to you, and it seemed to work when he said hello back in between a soothing sigh.

He still seemed unsure, standing in place, his eyes swelling with surprise when you took a final step forward, sneakers bumping into your own as you boldly wrapped your arm around his shoulder, snatching his hand and forcing him to fall into position.

Hesitantly, he wrapped his other hand around your waist- he was so clueless that you could have chosen to lead, and he wouldn't have had a clue.

The music was looping, other partners moving back and forth, and after a brief moment of bashfully acknowledging one another, you nodded, taking a step back. For a second, it seemed he was considering what came next before finally putting his foot forward and following suit.

You didn't even make it to the third step when he started to get confused, his gaze glued to the gap between the two of you, watching his feet as if they would magically know what to do.

The desire to sigh with frustration was doubling; this dance style was something you had been looking forward to. It sucked that your partner was so... useless.

If you didn't help him, there was no hope in mastering the waltz, and you did not go out of your way to attend this class just to give up now. So, even though his eyes widened with surprise as you came to a halt, hand loosening in his hold as you looked up at him,

"I'm gonna count… To make it a little easier for us." Easier for him, more like. All disdain is dismissed as his features softened cutely, brows furrowed, his lips pouting but still pulling into a smile.

When he realised your own brows were curiously raised, waiting for him to acknowledge your offer, he nodded animatedly, and you took that as your cue to begin,

"One. Two. Three." He wordlessly counted along; it was adorable but only seemed to confuse him further.

"One. Two. Three." Repeating. He was barely keeping up.

"One. Two- Jesus!" You hissed, releasing him from his grip as a sudden sharp pressure ached at your foot.

In sudden fright, he let go, hands raising with innocent defence, taking a swift step back. He had stepped on your foot. As much as he had tried to avoid the outcome, his overly focused brain had neglected to control his body, and before he was able to stop himself, his foot came down atop your own, applying all of his weight.

"Fuck. I am so sorry." He pleas apologetically, concern flashing across his features, "I-"

"It's fine." You said through gritted teeth, holding back the discomfort you were currently facing. Even though the sneakers you chose were solid enough, they must be made of metal, considering the force at which he pierced your toes.

He sighed, frazzled and embarrassed- regret that he had agreed to attend this class. His hands coming up to meet the sides of his head, you feel sympathy just looking at him- he must be extremely nervous, and you wonder what events led up to him ending up here, crammed in a dance studio, stomping on your precious little toes.

The others continued around you, counting aloud or simply swaying to the tune, and with sheer determination, you chose to keep trying- certain that there was a solution to this crisis. Your lips parted, preparing to conjure up a sentence, thankful when he quickly spoke up,

"Maybe you can... take the lead?"

Willing to try anything, you nodded in agreement and stepped closer again, extending your arm as an invitation. He accepted graciously, slinging his hand atop your shoulder; his fingers were cool, fingers coming to a stop at the top of your back.

Wrapping your arm around his waist, you felt a sense of authority you hadn't known to be lacking. Taking far too much pride in gaining control, being the one who would guide your bodies in time with the tunes.

He seemed pleased to oblige, his free hand capturing your own, his palms swallowing yours whole, trapping it like he had decided it was his to keep.

Entangled in each other's arms again, you encouraged each of his steps, slowly moving in between one another as he finally started getting the hang of it. Before long, you stopped whisper-counting and focused on your partner.

It was sweet how focused he seemed, adamant to avoid any further slips and stomps. Your foot was still stinging dully, but his eyes were so clear, so focused on your own; he looked at you like he didn't want to be anywhere else.

Soon, moving in such sweet synchronicity that you began to dread that class was due to conclude not long from now. From the ever-increasing smile that only seemed to keep growing across his features, you could tell he was having fun. Time running out sucked for two reasons now, the latter being the look on his face when he found out it was over.

Time was going by faster than you could revel in the fondness you felt for this moment, and a massive part of you hoped he had joined this class of his own free will. At least then, you would be gifted the opportunity of seeing him again, perhaps even partnering up.

But, with the same frightful clap that had brought the class to a start, the instructor called for attention and went on to praise and commend the group. Regretfully, the two of you separated, falling back into the scattered line.

She concluded with all of the necessary information for next Wednesday's session, and with one final word of support, the instructor dismissed the class of out-of-breath but extremely enthusiastic students.

You meandered over to your belongings, taking your time to sluggishly slip your sweater on, shuffling around in your bag for your phone, and praying that your stranger-turned-dance-partner would find the courage to properly introduce himself.

Almost everyone had scattered along the entrance and the sidewalk of the building, some of them exchanging light conversation whilst others began their commute home.

To your dismay, the man whose arms you had just spent an entire half hour in, seems to have disappeared altogether. You glance shamefully in all directions, even delaying yourself a tad longer in the hopes that he would still exit the building.

When it was clear he was gone, you worked hard to get rid of the disappointment that surfaced in your guts, reasoning that it simply wasn't meant to be.

It seemed best to forget about this fluke- better to spend the walk home visualising and rehearsing the new dance steps you would finally be putting into practice at your second-cousins wedding this Saturday.

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boroughshq · 21 days

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Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

May 4: Star Wars Night @ The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

May 5: Cinco do Mayo @ Queens Night Market, Queens

May 6: Met Gala Watch Party @ Becky's Martini Bar, Manhattan

May 10-12: BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival

May 12: Build-A-Mama-Bear @ Bay Plaza Mall, the Bronx

May 18: Kite Festival @ Prospect Park, Brooklyn

May 21: Garden Walk @ Snug Harbor Botanical Gardens, Staten Island

May 24: Beach Volleyball Tournament @ Rockaway Beach, Queens

May 31: Taste of Spring Special @ Bake My Day, Queens

Continue reading below to find descriptive blurbs of each event. As a reminder, community events are optional events for members to use during their threads throughout the month of May.

May 4: Star Wars Night @ The Corner Pub, Brooklyn

May the 4th be with you! Patrons are welcome to join the Corner Pub for Star Wars night. Bring any droids or lightsabers you have with you for a fun night of Star Wars themed trivia, topped off with a costume contest - winner gets a free entrée and drink of their choice!

May 5: Cinco do Mayo @ Queens Night Market, Queens

Queens Night Market is going all out with a Tex Mex themed celebration! Tequila, tacos, nachos, margaritas, and more available for cheap, with fun music to boot!

May 6: Met Gala Watch Party @ Becky's Martini Bar, Manhattan

Who said normal citizens can't also dress up for the Met Gala? Walk the rainbow carpet at Becky's and enjoy a night of martinis and outfit critiquing as livestreams of Met Gala press plays on the big screens. Don't forget to dress in theme: The Garden of Time!

May 10-12: BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival

A festival of colorful spectacular, soon to take over the boroughs over the weekend of the 10-12 (& a week of ooc writing between 10-17). More information to come! **No threads allowed until week of event.

May 12: Build-A-Mama-Bear @ Bay Plaza Mall, the Bronx

In honor of Mother's Day, the Build-A-Bear located at Bay Plaza Mall is doing Build-A-Mama-Day special, topped with all kinds of fun mother-related outfits and accessories. Build on the fun with their 2-for-1 special, where mothers and daughters are welcome to make a mama and daughter bear for the price of one!

May 18: Kite Festival @ Prospect Park, Brooklyn

Kite enthusiasts rejoice, the kite festival is back in town! From noon through to the evening, kite flyers everywhere are welcome to come and enjoy a day of color, wind, and awe with a community of fellow enthusiasts. Bring your own kite or make your own at the kite making station featured at the festival!

May 21: Garden Walk @ Snug Harbor Botanical Gardens, Staten Island

The peony's are in bloom, and Snug Harbor would love to share their beauty with you! For just a small fee, members of the community are welcome to join workers on a guided Garden Walk of the botanical gardens, complete with a complimentary floral cocktail.

May 24: Beach Volleyball Tournament @ Rockaway Beach, Queens

Sun's out and school's out, and beach season is officially underway! Local college graduates have put together a beach volleyball tournament to celebrate, and anyone of all ages are welcome to sign up and join, or watch from the sidelines! It's bragging rights galore for the winning team!

May 31: Taste of Spring Special @ Bake My Day, Queens

Summer is just around the corner, but Bake My Day isn't quite through with celebrating spring. For the last day of the month before summer-season kicks into gear with the start of June, the bakery will offer specialty "flights" of bite-sized spring-flavored treats. Lavender and lemon and basil and thyme, oh my!

Admin Note: The above events are all optional events that members are free to use as the setting for threads throughout the month of May. Though each event comes with brief descriptions, writers are free to manipulate and take liberties with them however they like for their threads. Additionally, writers are not restricted to only writing threads on the dates of the events listed; you are free to create threads around these events and post them whenever you like during the month of May.

#boroughs.community #event postponed to this month bc no time last!; also I didn't proofread so if there's a typo no there isn't <3

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krispyweiss · 1 month

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Quarter Notes: Blurbs & Briefs from Sound Bites

- In this edition: Billy Strings; Billy Joel; Grateful Dead; & Aerosmith

BILLY LIVE STRINGS ON TAP: Billy Strings will livestream his spring tour - 13 shows running April 12-May 25 - on Nugs.net.

BILLY JOEL TO BROADCAST FROM MSG: The 100th concert of Billy Joel’s years-long residency at Madison Square Garden will air live on CBS at 9 p.m. Eastern, April 14.

GRATEFUL GUITARS TO APPEAR AT DARK STAR JUBILEE: The Grateful Guitars Foundation will display Jerry Garcia’s Alligator axe and the Martin D-28 used to record American Beauty along with two of Bob Weir’s guitars at Dark Star Orchestra’s Dark Star Jubilee, scheduled for Memorial Day weekend in Ohio.

AEROSMITH RESCHEDULES FAREWELL TOUR: Aerosmith will relaunch its Peace Out farewell tour Sept. 20 in Pennsylvania with dates scheduled through Feb. 26, 2025. Black Crowes will open.

The tour was suspended after three gigs in 2023 after Steven Tyler developed vocal problems.

4/12/24

#quarter notes #billy strings #billy joel #grateful guitars foundation #dark star orchestra #grateful dead #jerry garcia #bob weir #aerosmith #steven tyler #joe perry #brad whitford #tom hamilton #black crowes #chris robinson #rich robinson

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survey--s · 1 year

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514.

What color shirt are you wearing? A pale grey jumper. It’s May but it’s bloody cold lol.

During the last 24 hours, what has been the best thing that's happened to you? Finishing work yesterday knowing I had a three day weekend ahead of me.

Which name do you like better: Laura or Lauren? Lauren.

What is your favorite song at the moment? Whisky Glasses by Morgan Wallen.

Would you rather learn how to make a dreamcatcher or learn how to make latte art? Latte art.

Have you learned anything new today, and if so, what? Err, no, not really, but I haven’t exactly done much ha.

What was the last thing that frustrated or upset you? Dog owners who can see your dog is stressed but won’t (or can’t) recall their dogs. Like, if your dog has no recall, PUT IT ON A LEAD.

What do you think of when you hear the word "religious"? Nothing in particular.

What are three things you like about your favorite season? The leaves changing colours, being able to wear big jumpers and boots and that “cosy” feeling you get.

Who is your favorite doctor to watch on YouTube? I can’t say that I use YouTube to watch any doctors, lol.

How many letters are in your first name? Six.

What is one color you think you look horrible in? Yellow.

When was the last time you did something for the first time, and what was it? Errr, I don’t remember.

When was the last time you felt amazed? Ha, I can’t say that I ever really feel amazed, to be quite honest.

Would you rather draw or paint? Draw.

Have you ever met anyone named Sienna? No, but I think it’s a really pretty name.

If applicable, what was the name of the first college dorm you lived in? And what was the name of your first college roommate? Spruces, and I lived alone there as I had a single room. In my second year I house-shared with several people but I forget their names now lol.

Do you like your natural hair color? I didn’t when I was younger but it’s grown on me as I’ve gotten older.

As a kid, which Bratz doll was your favorite? They were after my time.

Do you judge books by their covers? Not by the picture, but I do tend to go by the blurb on the back.

If you could choose any one author to meet, which author would you choose? Neil Gaiman.

Do you prefer blonde hair or red hair? Red.

Do you sing in the shower? 🚿 Of course.

List ten random unique names you like for a girl: I’m not sure about unique, but I like the names Caitlin, Sophia, Skye, Xanthe, Rowan, Lily, Sara, Lacey, Sienna and Aria.

What do you hate the most about your life right now? How expensive everything is lol.

....and what do you love the most about it right now? How well my business is going and how easy I’m finding it.

Name one celebrity who has the same natural hair color as you. Anne Hathaway.

Do you think you'd rather be a novelist or a journalist? Why? A novelist as I don’t like the idea of writing about other people’s lives for money, it seems a bit exploitative to me.

Do you like the smell of old books? 📚 Sometimes.

If you have one, what is your favorite Christian song? I’m not a religious person but I love Coat of Many Colours by Dolly Parton.

Would you rather eat Italian food or Chinese food? Chinese.

Do you believe in miracles? ✨ No.

What is one story you've heard that's stuck with you, and why? Nothing in particular is coming to mind right now.

When was the last time you painted something? 🎨 About three years ago during the first lockdown when I decorated the living room and the kitchen. Have you ever met anyone named Brynn? My friend’s border collie is called Brynn, lol.

What has been the most exciting day of your life so far? I couldn’t pick just one day.

How old will you turn on your next birthday? 🥳 I’ll be 35.

Have you had your birthday yet this year? Not yet.

What was the last song you listened to on repeat? I don’t really tend to do much anymore.

True or False: You're reading a really good book right now. False.

How many different cities have you lived in? Two cities and several smaller towns.

Have you ever had a friend named Claire? Not a close friend, no.

What are three words you would use to describe yourself that start with the first letter of your name? My first initial is rubbish for adjectives, lol. All there really is is “nice”.

Would you ever want to go zorbing? It’s not something I’d pay for, but if someone offered to take me I’d give it a go.

#survey #surveys

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swiftgronmasterpost · 4 years

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The Swiftgron Summer Part 2 - Hyiannis Port and the first breakup

June 10, 2012 - Lover Diary entry 22, IKYWT, and WANEGBT

My big takeaway here is she is daydreaming about a trip she’s going to take with Dianna that is nearly a month away.

Dianna is in NYC from 6-12-12 to 6-19-12 give or take, including a Coach party hosted at the High LIne

June 21, 2012

Due to a bunch of tweets from Ashley, Claire and Dianna the L Chat deduces that the foursome is possibly having a BBQ at Taylor’s and all hanging out over that period of time:

June 23, 2012 - “I think it’s strange that you think I’m funny, cause he never did” tease on Twitter:

On June 27 Actress Roxy Olin, who had been spending some time with Taylor and the other girls tweets this:

July 2, 2012 - Pancake Pantry

Fans spot the girls at Pancake Pantry in Nashville

Taylor’s Tanglewood show with James Taylor

Dianna says she’s there to see Taylor when fans ask:

Some other fans get a picture with her:

We also have this picture of Taylor with James Taylor’s family:

Roxy Olin also posts this picture of what appears to be sound check:

Here’s a video of most of her performance. She sounds really good!

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My favorite moment is when Taylor sings ours (which Dianna mentioned wanted to sing on Glee) Taylor points out to the crowd when she says my choice is you:

The next day Dianna is spotted at an ice cream shop called Four Seas

and is later in the same dress spotted playing flag football with Taylor and others

and Taylor gives her shotgun while riding in a golf cart (that’s Ethel Kennedy at the wheel!):

We also have this photo of Taylor from that day (it’s rumored Dianna took this picture but I have no way to know that):

Taylor pictured in the same skirt here on this sailboat:

Kerry Townsend, one of the Kennedy grandchildren, tweets this:

“Arrived at my grandma's house to find her chilling with Taylor swift and dianna agron. I hope I'm this cool when I'm 83.”

We also get this really lovely picture (one of my favorites) of Dianna and a blurb that she posts to Tumblr:

(she posted this to tumblr and twitter on July 9)

We also get these photos:

These pictures of Taylor come from a girl from Cape Cod that same weekend:

Roxy Olin posts this to Instagram:

People speculate who it is when it’s posted. We have no way of knowing but I think it’s Taylor on the left, Dianna in the middle, and Claire or Roxy on the right (Ashley is shorter than Dianna so I don’t think it’s her.)

It’s worth noting that the tabloids are all abuzz with the idea that Taylor is going to be dating or is already dating Patrick Schwarzenegger. Who was feeding people this idea? Because we know she doesn’t end up dating him.

Click here for an article on some of the non-Swiftgron details on the weekend.

Crazy Days and Nights posts about the trip and someone leaves my favorite comment on the internet on the article:

If you can’t see that screenshot it says “Lola S said...I know a girl who hooked up with Dianna Agron four months ago and still won’t shut up about her. I wonder if Taylor has the same tendencies”

Obviously there’s absolutely no way to verify it but ~four months before that would be about the end of Feb/beginning of March right when Achele ended and right before Swiftgron started.

Dianna heads back to LA and it appears Taylor goes to Nashville for a while after this.

Directly after the trip Dianna tweets this (she had been suspiciously absent from twitter for a while):

July 22, 2012 - Giffoni Film Festival

Dianna gives an interview and is asked what she plans on doing in the future, particularly if acting doesn’t work out. She says earnestly she guesses she could “Just go on the road with Taylor and carry her bags” adding in a little chuckle at the end.

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Taking a moment to note here that Dianna does end up going on tour with a musician...her husband Winston Marshall who she later marries in 2016. Interesting that she said she’d do with Taylor what she ended up doing with her husband.

Three days later on July 25, 2012 - Taylor starts publicly dating Conor Kennedy who had just turned 18 on July 24, 2012.

Conclusion - I believe this marks the first Swiftgron break up for a few reasons:

1. Around 3 months later, Taylor writes This Love which is a song about getting back together with someone (”This love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead”) when she visits Dianna in France.

2. Remember how I said that Achele ended partially because Lea chose to try and make her PRomance with Cory Monteith into a real romance? I believe Dianna feared it was possible Taylor might do the same thing with Conor. I highly doubt Taylor had any legitimate feelings towards this high schooler she was foisted into a romance with. However, by all accounts Conor is straight and you have to imagine that if you’re 18 and you’ve been pushed into a dating situation, no matter how fake, with a gorgeous, sweet, and wealthy ultra famous pop star, you probably wouldn’t be able to help but develop feelings for her anyway and Conor was young and likely immature. He may have expected something real to develop from the relationship.

3. Swiftgron does not spend time together again until after Taylor and Conor publicly split (immediately after Taylor and Conor break up Taylor goes to paris and is with Dianna.)

As for a Conor debunk - His cousin Joe Kennedy III was running for office that fall and I think it’s possible they wanted to use Taylor’s name to up the Kennedy recognition amongst young voters while Taylor needed a green eyed muse for EHC (even though she wrote it before she met Conor as far as we know, but she did try to give it to him with the misspelled Hyiannis Port liner note - I think that was her way of giving the song to Dianna who also has an iann in her name)

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acdeaky · 4 years

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hi all! it’s that time of year again and i thought it would be fun to create a christmas/winter/december writing challenge to end the year in a fun way (as we definitely need something to look forward to as we end this year). i’ve never done anything like this before, but i hope you all like this idea and want to get involved, too!

let’s get the ‘rules’ out of the way...

these prompts can be used in anyway you like, whether that’s fluff, angst or something more ✨spicy✨, you’re not limited to how you wish to interpret these prompts: let your imagination run wild!

you can either write a blurb or a whole length fic for these prompts (only if you have the time. writing 24 full length fics in about 7/8 weeks is a lot!) and the protanganist can be whoever you like, whether it’s a character or real life person

please post warnings and/or ratings for your work! this just helps others know the content of your writing before they read so they know it’s safe for them personally and as a minor/or 18+

i would recommend using the tag #acdeaky’sdecemberwritingchallenge and/or creating a masterlist with your completed works. i’d love to be able to look through the tag and see your writings/look at a masterlist during/after the challenge is over

without further ado, here are the prompts!

day 1 - building a fort

day 2 - cozy night in

day 3 - snow day

day 4 - christmas shopping

day 5 - winter weekend away

day 6 - christmas tree farm

day 7 - making a gingerbread house

day 8 - decorating for christmas

day 9 - baking a pie

day 10 - making hot chocolate

day 11 - reading by the fire

day 12 - christmas film night

day 13 - a day while snowed in

day 14 - visiting a winter market

day 15 - drawing a hot bath

day 16 - spontaneous night out

day 17 - a walk in the snow

day 18 - dancing to christmas music

day 19 - christmas baking

day 20 - wrapping presents

day 21 - date night

day 22 - meal with friends

day 23 - gift exchange

day 24 - christmas morning

those who may want to participate/signal boost:

@teenagepeterpan @warriorteam1924 @spacedustmazzello @writingfortoomanyfandoms @blushmis @deakysgurl @mrpascals @tiffdawg @cthruthestars @almightygwil @forever-rogue @dindjarindiaries @aerynwrites @starryeyedstories @holbrook-boyd @pajamasecrets @vanthcobb @onceuponadetectivedemigod @crocodileniall @gryffindorwriter @caryled @goldhoran @killerqueenmachine @ohholyfanfics @siempre-pedro @versdan @boomerangbassist @noroger @someone-get-a-medic @mamaskillerqueen @ijustreallylovezebras @meddowsmoon @queenscoolcat @patmvrray @drtimmurphy @sohoneyspreadyourwings @1001-yellow-daffodils @painkiller80 @scarecrowmax @seesiderendezvous @alright-mrfahrenheit @laedymoon @painandpleasure86 @bhxrdy

#acdeaky’s december writing challenge #writing challenge #prompts #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy x reader #gwilym lee x reader #pedro pascal x reader #taron egerton x reader #diego hargreeves x reader

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blossom-hwa · 3 years

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I’m back! (07/24/21)

Hi everyone! It’s been almost three weeks since I went on hiatus, and during that time, I’ve thought about this blog/my writing and have decided what I’m going to do with this. I can’t keep going as I did before so I am making changes to the way I run my blog, which I will detail below under the cut. This includes updates about unfinished series and possible future events, so if you’re interested, please continue reading! Otherwise, just know that I am back :)

First things first, I have decided that I will no longer run a queue. The queue used to be a nice way for me to schedule all of the works I’ve completed so that I don’t have to monitor when they post. However, it’s since become a source of stress for me because I was getting inordinately anxious/worried when the queue started running out and I didn’t have more work to put up. From now on, I will still keep a list of completed works so readers can have an idea of what I may post in the future, but there won’t be any concrete post dates unless it’s a series that updates on certain days of the week or a special fic that will be posted for a birthday or anniversary. I will post when I like, but if there’s something you’d like to see posted first, send an ask and I’ll keep that in mind :)

Second, I have some updates on my writing. I’ll bullet the specific ones below.

Whispers of Nature is officially going on a pause. I love the series, I really do, but I haven’t had inspiration to write for it in a very long time (over half a year) and keeping it at the back of my mind only stresses me out. It’s really been on pause since I finished Brave, but I’m making it official now. I will return to it (or not) whenever inspiration hits again.

Angels and Demons is officially on hiatus, probably more permanent than Whispers of Nature, for similar reasons.

I still plan on doing a drabble game the last week of August before I move to campus. Not sure of the specifics yet, but it’ll probably be like my previous drabble games - I’ll just throw Ateez into the mix of groups as well.

There were about six fics left in the queue before I emptied it (excluding Light the Pyres). I’ll post those when I like, but I think No Air and Stardust will probably be first. Maybe this weekend or in a few days, I’m not sure.

In general, I likely will not be writing nearly as much as I have in the first half of this year. The past year has been unique because of the pandemic - I had so much time to write and at the same time so much mental stress because of remote school/work that I threw myself into writing as an escape and pushed out so much work in such a short amount of time. Given my schedule and all of the stuff I have to catch up on come the new school year (applying for internships, volunteer work, in-person school, etc.), there is no way I’ll be able to write as much as I did previously.

This used to be a source of stress for me. I worried what to do if the queue just emptied and I had nothing left to post. However, during these past few weeks, I’ve written far less than I used to, and it feels surprisingly freeing in a very good way. So I’ve decided that I will not force myself to write. I will continue writing, of course, but I’m not going to sit myself down and make myself try to finish my wips the way I have for almost every day of the first half of the year.

That being said, it will likely take me longer to put out works. Longer wips like Paradise or Where the Sea Sleeps are definitely going to take more time for me to finish, which means no guarantees on posting (thought I will do my best to finish them before their respective collab deadlines!). I think I may start writing more short works like my midnight blurbs or the Sword and Shield series - they’ve been fun so far, and it’ll be a nice way for me to keep writing even if I don’t have as much time to world build or put together plots. But I won’t hold myself to that. I’ll be writing as much as I have the time and energy and motivation for, and if that’s less than I’ve been writing previously, so be it.

With that being said, I guess this semi-hiatus will technically be continuing after I finish posting the stuff that’s already completed in my drafts?? Just by virtue of me not being able to write as regularly. But that doesn’t mean I won't be active here - I’m back on Tumblr and will continue using it to cry over kpop boys and give you guys dumb life updates, so there’s that :)

Lastly, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who supported me on my brief hiatus! My writing crash hit right about the same time I wasn’t feeling entirely mentally stable (just general stress) so I was going kind of downhill for the first week of my hiatus, but all of your well-wishes made me feel a lot better. I really appreciate all of you <3 thank you thank you thank you!

(Also, side note - I’m not fucking with the Tumblr plus or post plus whatever it is. One I’m not trying to get sued for creating content like I’m a broke college student there’s no way I can afford lawyer fees and two I do this for my own enjoyment and monetizing it would just take the fun away)

now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to go and post all the reblogs n shit I left in my drafts over the past few weeks wow I have a LOT of my mutuals’ work to catch up on

#lina talks #nas #writing updates #going to answer my asks in a bit

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･ﾟ☀ good morning to everyone except those who hate on legend of korra ! skskskks i’m teddy , i’m a lil ole baby swinging back into the rpc heart emojis a - blazing ! this is my lil sunflower chaos seeker known as ripley , a newer muse for me but i’m really excited to flesh her out here with some extra spooky elements . i have a god awful sense of humor and too much enthusiasm for angst so tbh ? come get y’all PLOTTIN JUICE to distract me from thirsting over avatar kyoshi ! disc / ord is @𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 !#6439 since i’ll be mobile for the afternoon !

* [ bruna marquezine + cis female + she / her ] —— have you met tallulah ripley ? they are a twenty-two year old senior currently studying biology & music theory. they live on decker house, and word around campus is that this leo is vibrant + gregarious, as well as hedonistic + philophobic. i wonder if they’ll make it out alive. trailing sand in on the hardwood with bare feet , running late to meetings ( and asking forgiveness with a mere flash of a grin ) , tucking a greta van fleet album among the family collection of concierto classics .

EDIT : wanted and current connections can be found here !

youngest of four , born into an old money surname , her mother , an international student from sao paolo , brazil , and american father meet as competing pianists at holloway , falling in love , marrying , and beginning the next generation of the ripley virtuosos soon after graduation . her childhood is privileged and uneventful , strict and stifling as early as she can remember , tallulah causing trouble enough as if to make up for her perfectly behaved siblings .

her father becomes one of the most prolific modern composers of his time , and splits his efforts between composition and teaching music theory at julliard as his wife continues performances as a famed pianist . though her siblings branch out into other instruments , tallulah is the only one stubborn enough to weather the callouses on her fingers , figuring if she’s going to be forced to play an instrument of any type , it’ll at least be something she likes . thus , the only stringed instrument in the ripley household becomes hers as she takes on the cello by storm .

practicing cello is perhaps the only thing lu truly commits herself to — charming and sociable as she may be , her selectiveness with her efforts makes her sluggish with schoolwork as if to give her family a hard time . her siblings , all honor scholars and first chairs at their respective instruments , pick on her for her unmotivated wild child ways at the encouragement of her mother . the only person who takes the time to sit with tallulah and keep her on track is her ever - tired ( but endlessly generous ) father .

her world is turned upside down her freshman year when her father’s occasional stumble turns into a more regular struggle to keep his balance , an ultimate diagnosis of a degenerative disease rattling their family as they know it . tallulah , wild and only tamed by the kindness of one man , starts acting out in an effort to ignore the world around her . the rift between herself and her family only multiplies when she discovers her mother having an affair as her father’s health continues to decline .

he passes away on a vacation he and tallulah take to the ripley summer beach house , something they had done to have some quiet time together away from the judgement of her siblings . having to be the one to break the news to the family , she feels herself shut down and lose whatever desire she had left to live the perfect life her mother and siblings tried to force on her .

she starts going almost exclusively by her surname , making it into holloway more as a favor to her family’s generous donations to the music program than on grades . she’s barely hanging on by her involvement in the university’s symphonic orchestra , where she’s a first chair cellist that shows up late to every damn rehearsal and somehow can cold sightread well enough to piss everyone off ksksksk .

given this , she’s only minoring in music theory to stay in the orchestra , and partially to feel close to her dad . though her dream is to write music scores for films , she’s majoring in biology to have a respectable backup plan . if she can’t do music forever , she’ll disappear onto a beach somewhere in costa rica and be a marine biologist and never be heard from again lmao

PERSONALITY : ripley is happiest shotgunning a white claw before piling into the squad car and calling aux immediately ! loves her friends and sees her circle as found family that she would do anything for .

she’s laid back and observant , one of the quieter in the group as she tries to suss you out but is the first to approach a newbie and act as if you’ve been friends for ages . she makes an active effort to not judge others on the basis of first impressions and tends to be rather open minded when meeting others , which makes her a sort of universal friend - to - all ; given this , when wronged , she’s a stubborn little shit and though she wont let them live rent free in that headspace , she’ll go full send to making sure they’re aware they don’t exist to her !

she hates petty drama and tends to skirt most responsibility by sweet - talking her way out of things , giving the impression that she can be lazy or unmotivated . this is true to some extent , such as with her grades or her timeliness , but those who strike the right balance will see a side of ripley that is laser focused , whether its drunken ramblings about the brilliance of the chord progressions on fleetwood mac’s rumors or an astute observation about the emotion behind a certain cello movement . though she prefers to skip the hard thinking and just enjoy the moment , ripley’s admittedly a clever girl , simply needing the right push to unlock her truest potential .

she’s incredibly relaxed ( sometimes a bit too much for the preference of some ) and tends to try and avoid over - complicating issues in order to not have to face them . especially considering the infidelity of her mother , ripley is a staunch believer that relationships are a waste of time and is the annoying bitch who argues that being in love is a scam made up by the simps to feel valid !

acts as if she isn’t FULL of feelings and emotions 24/7 n listens to emo 70’s power ballads when the person she likes doesnt confess their love for her under the moonlight like they were supposed to in her fantasy ……. smh . she’s too busy trying to be ~cool and effortless~ that she sometimes sabotages the things that would bring her the most happiness , then blaming herself in a vicious cycle that just leaves her trying to distract herself w crazy antics to avoid focusing on her feelings .

RANDOM BLURBS : hates men n regrets all attraction to them . thinks all women r too good for her . convinced she will be a useless bisexual forced 2 be forever alone

plays guitar as a mental break from cello and loves it . i’m still deciding a vc for her

knows the beaches in maine are cold af but wants to go every weekend anyways

drives the most impractical soft shell jeep which sucks in the east coast wind and snow and yet it is somehow exactly an embodiment of Her Brand tm

like 5′9 tall and hates wearing real people shoes she said berks or nOTHIN

wishes she could go vegan but is so bad at keeping track of her meals she’d forget instantly and down a 20 pack of chicken nugget

too mellow & apathetic to be a chaotic neutral but too adventurous to be a true neutral so she lives somewhere in that lawless grey space skskskks

acts REAL california for someone who grew up exclusively on the east coast .... hm ..... 🤔

grew up disconnected from brazilian culture due to her mom's whitewashing and she resents it greatly . can understand scattered portuguese but took spanish in high school so that's as close to the language as she'll get . wants to take lessons online tho !

inspos r lila from umbrella academy , wynonna earp , beverly marsh from it , michelle manlon from derry girls , korra from lok , adora from she ra and the pop , and that ugly yellow overtone used in outer banks 💖 skskskks

#holloway.intro

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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coloring book by the regrettes with calum :)

Thanks for the suggestion and all your patience! (It’s a black reader insert, and I hope that’s okay! I normally try to keep my reader inserts open-ended on the race front. But I got carried away this time.)

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A World In Color

If anyone told Calum that he would be sitting on his living room floor surrounded by crayons, printer paper, coloring books, a plush Tweety Bird in his lap and a hyped up on sugar four-year-old and actually enjoying his life, he would’ve laughed a little but made it clear that he was a few years off from all that happening.

That would’ve been the case. If not for the fact that he is actually surrounded by crayons, printer paper, coloring books, a plus Tweety Bird in his lap, and a four-year-old who is hopped up on life more so than sugar, but the lollipop he snuck her is probably adding to the mixture as well. And he’s actually enjoying his life and her story.

“But of course he does because he’s mean,” Ysobel continues on. She’s currently explaining the stick figure with some bubble features that is her mother in the middle of an epic battle as the sun sets and her mother has to defeat the dragon burning all of the town’s crop. It’s veered a little from the townspeople and now she’s just bouncing on her feet, talking with her hands, much like her mother and leaning across his coffee table. “I want swords like Mommy. So I can big and strong, and be in movies like her too!”

Calum nods, his own attempts at coloring in the rose he’s doodled, are slowed making sure Ysobel doesn’t get too excited and bump her head on the edge of the coffee table. She did it once today and it still makes Calum’s heart race to see her rolling around so close to the corner. “So what happened to being Tweety Bird?”

“People can’t actually fly, slily. I don’t have wings.”

“You could always make wings, like some sort of wingsuit that helps you fly. You like building stuff.”

Her nod is vigorous and shakes the beads on the ends of her braids. “Mommy said she would paint a wall in my room to look like legos building a tower!”

Calum had heard of this plan and readily offered his help next week to help execute the plan. “Really? Did you draw the tower by chance?”

Ysobel nods, running over to her backpack situated against the legs of the couch. “Uh-huh, I did like forever ago in arts and crafts time! Mommy was so proud of it!”

He can only smile, watching her pull out the orange folder and flipping through all the drawings and homework sheets. She looks everything like you. And Calum was used to the whole spiel about how he and his mother looked so much alike, but he could see it between you and Ysobel. He understood it, the same nose, big eyes, and bushy brows. Ysobel’s skin is darker than yours by a good ways but she is absolutely your twin. Ysobel smiled like you too. Whenever the little girl happened to catch him with a big smile, something in his chest always felt a little more at ease.

And maybe it’s you. Maybe it’s because whenever he sees Ysobel he knows you weren’t too far behind. Your whole world is her and he adores the love you had for her. There wasn’t a thing you wouldn’t do for her. You had stayed up every night the monsters made her scared. You soothed every tummyache. You cried at every nick and scrap that Ysobel endured.

Calum would be lying if he said that he hadn’t fantasized for quick moments what it would be like to come home to you and Ysobel. Though she wasn’t his biological, he loved her just the same. Offering to pick her up from school, or be there when she got off the school bus. He bought her little treats, sometimes a toy, sometimes candy. Whenever he got you a bouquet, he ordered a second one with a special note just for Ysobel.

Calum is so taken with you and Ysobel. You two met by his work. They wanted some fight choreography in a video and by way of a friend of a friend they were recommended to you. At the time, you had given up on too many serious hopes of making it big in the Hollywood realm because of Ysobel and stuck with instructing classes at a dojo and local gigs. You took the occasional job on a movie set or maybe one that took you out of town for a couple weeks but you made sure to keep all your trips short. You didn’t want Ysobel thinking that she would grow up without a father and without a mother that wasn’t present enough.

While you’re older than he is, it hadn’t mattered. He was still enamored with your skill and beauty. It wouldn’t be the whole truth if Calum didn’t admit that he initially sought after you because of your looks, but soon, watching the way you carried yourself, he knew he was a slippery slope of falling for you. And it’s been a fun trip down.

It took a year before you introduced them. Ysobel knew you were seeing Calum and Calum knew about Ysobel, but there were plenty of dates in your living room late into the evening, within earshot if Ysobel needed you and lunch dates while Ysobel was at her preschool before you were worn down by Ysobel’s curiosity to meet the man that you were dating. Calum could tell you were nervous, sitting on the park bench, fingers wriggling around each other. However, Ysobel was fearless and when approached right after her turn on the slide. She extended her hand, the other one still on her hip, “I’m Ysobel. It’s with a Y, and an O.”

Calum trying hard to keep the laughter from shaking his body took her hand and shook it. There was no doubt that she was your daughter. He was a goner from the start.

“May I have a snack, please?” Ysobel, now pressed up into his dining room table with her penmanship workbook nestled in front of her, turns to the kitchen to face Calum.

She knows her routine better than anyone. She comes home, talks about her day, gets half an hour to draw, run around and play before she had to do work. It wasn’t a fun routine in all respects by Ysobel stuck to it, even in her mother’s absence.

“Of course.” With the fridge opens, he rattles what he has. He’s mindful not to offer a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or not to snack on the can he bought last week because of her allergy. She’s fine with other nuts, but Calum worries and tries his best not to cross-contaminate with any kind of nut to be safe.

“What kind of apples do you have?”

“Pink ladies,” he grins, knowing those are her favorite. “And I have granny smith as well.”

“Pink lady please!”

“Your wish is my command.”

“Thanks, Calum! You’re the best.” He’s relieved that the ‘Mr.’ has been dropped. There was nothing faster to make him feel well over his 24 years than when Ysobel called him Mr. Calum for the first two months. It showed her manners of course, but by god, he did not need mister in front of his name for at least another fifteen years.

There’s a soft clicking as Duke trots over and when Calum turns for just a moment he spies Ysobel slipping out of the seat to pet him. He doesn’t say anything about the work. But when he turns to find her giggling with Duke on her lap, he sets the bowl of diced apples down and shakes his head. “You know you have to do your work.”

“Oh, please, Calum. Duke just wanted some pets.”

“A compromise.” Ysobel sits up straighter, the beads clicking together again. Calum continues. “He sits on your lap while you work. But you have to makes sure he doesn’t eat your apples. He’s a greedy baby grandpa.”

“Deal,” she giggles and climbs back up into the chair. Calum scopes up Duke and then deposits him into her lap.

The house falls silent, only quickly and quietly cut by Ysobel’s giggles. Calum leans into the counter of the kitchen, watching her work. Duke takes a particular interest in her paper. It warms his chest to watch her diligently work. He could get used to this sight. He wants to get used to this sight. He wants to get Ysobel ready in the morning and he wants to laugh at the way you look before having your morning coffee with tired eyes squinting against the world and the bonnet secure around your head.

He’s only witnessed that sight once when Ysobel was scoped up by your best friend for the weekend. Saturday morning rolled around and even though Calum’s own internal clock liked to wake him much later in the day, yours woke you up bright and early–as always. He woke with you and when you practically begged him to climb back into your sheets, he simply shook his head and said he was going to spend every second with you that he could consciously.

“Calum, you never shared your drawing.” It’s an observation Ysobel makes absentmindedly. She sets her pencil down and pushes the workbook to the side of her. For Calum to check over it. He can’t initial her homework page, a rule he didn’t think would end the world if broken. But he respected your wishes and never signed off on the homework. He only checked it over.

“That cursive is coming along really well, kiddo,” he praises, flipping over the page. It too is lined up with cursive traced and freehanded to put his own handwriting to shame.

“Thanks.” It’s a chipper tone and he knows without looking there is a smile to match too.

Calum takes a moment to look over the homework sheet, part of it is to ensure that he’s keeping her on track and the other part is to avoid her question. Ysobel was placed in a gift course. So usually there’s more than Calum remembers having to do at her age. But thankfully, the program doesn’t seem too intense. It worried him just a little when you mentioned it and he wanted her to feel like a kid, not a machine just yet. He even toured the schools with you. The stress of making sure you were doing the best for your child was evident and Calum knew he had to help any way he could. The final decision was always yours but even he had to admit that where she attends now, seemed like the best fit for her ability and age.

When Calum finds not much left, besides a worksheet, he takes a pause and knows she’ll breeze through that. And if he’s going to show her the picture he drew, then there’s no more homework getting done today. “I’ll tell you after you finish this last thing, okay?”

“No fun.”

“I’m always fun!”

“No, you sound like Mommy.”

He doesn’t want to spoil her now with the question. But he knows he has to ask soon. Ysobel has to be on board with this because if not, it won’t matter. He knows you. If Ysobel is not on board, you won’t be on board. It’s like, when he thinks about his time with you two, that before his life was black and white. Now with you two, it’s full of color and he never wants to lose that. He doesn’t want to ever not see color again.

“I probably sound like a dad.” Calum tests the water with the statement, just wanting to see how she reacts. There’s a frown that pulls down her face. You and Ysobel both have a more slender nose than Calum but the moment her lips pull down he can already imagine a sniffly red nose. He’s worried about the tears. “Hey, no, I’m sorry.”

Ysobel shakes her head. She looks down at Duke, resting the side of her face into his fur. Calum can see the prickle of tears. “Sometimes I wish I had a dad. Mommy’s great and she can beat up anyone who’s mean to me. But I can’t go to the father-daughter dance.”

“Oh, sweetheart, no, don’t say that. You can go.”

She shakes her head. “I can’t.” The tears are hitting her skin. They tract down her face and Calum takes his thumb to quickly wipe them away.

“I can go with you if you want to go.”

She smiles, though her chin wobbles. “I lov-like you Calum. But you’re not my dad. It wouldn’t work.”

Calum hears the slip-up and his own tears are forming. He knows he and Ysobel got along well and she was respectful of him just as much as she was able to convince him to be mischievous. All the times he told you that he loved you and your daughter, he truly did mean it. “I love you too Ysobel.” He takes a moment to inhale deeply. “Okay, I’m going to show you want I drew. Hopefully, then, that changes your mind about the father-daughter dance.”

Her brows spell out her confusion but she watches Calum return to the coffee table, dig up the drawings and hold his behind his back. She can only see the red from the crayon and some black but she’s not sure. When Calum returns to the table, squatting again to her level he slides the paper, face down. “So,” he starts, wiping more of her tears. “Your mom and I have been dating for a while.”

“A year and eight months.” Calum nods with a tiny smile. “I asked Mommy once. Now she tells me when every month passes.”

“Yeah, a year and eight months. I’m going to tell you a secret.” Ysobel nods, the tears and sadness seeming to fall away as she perks up to catch all the details. “I’ve wanted to marry your mom for a long time now.” Her eyes light up, and she hugs Duke closer to her body.

“She wants to marry you too.” The bright eyes widen and she covers her mouth for a moment. He figures that wasn’t supposed to be for his ears just yet. But it’s a relief. “I didn’t tell you that! I didn’t say it.”

Calum laughs, miming that his lips are zipped close. “I don’t know a thing. But before I can ask your mom, I want to ask you something.”

Before he can exhale, before the words can even think about falling over his lips, Ysobel shrieks. “Does that mean you want to be my dad?” Duke barks, squirming a little and then leaps from her arms. Ysobel lets them fall, heavy into her lap.

“I do.” He flips over the paper and a red rose in a field of sunflowers looks back up at Ysobel. Written in black sharpie is Calum’s question, May I be your dad? “I do want to be your dad.”

The tears are forming again. Both of them watching the other in watery vision. “Yeah, you’re going to be the best dad ever,” Ysobel whispers before wrapping her arms around Calum’s neck.

He holds her close, letting the tears fall down his chest. “Thank you, Ysobel. With a Y.”

“And an O,” she finishes. “You do love me.”

“Yes, very much,” Calum says kissing her forehead.

It takes maybe too much convincing and a promise of ice cream to get Ysobel to finish her work and not call you during your meeting. Normally you were always there to get her off the bus or to pick her up. But this particular meeting had already been rescheduled twice and Calum was more than happy to pick Ysobel up from the bus stop. He had her bus pass so the driver knew she was safe to go with him. From there, it was only a ten-minute drive to his place. He had a key to your place but Ysobel asked about seeing Duke and he couldn’t really say no to her request.

When you knock at the door, Ysobel grins, so wide he’s sure it’s going to split her full cheeks. You look a little frazzled when he opens the door and he frowns a little. “What’s the matter, baby?”

You fall into his chest. “Long day.”

He hums and gently guides you wrapped around him into the house before shutting the door. His world feels so complete even though you’re sluggish to cross the room and greet Ysobel, he knows this is his whole world in front of him. “Hi, baby.” The kiss to her forehead is overdramatic as always. You fall into the chair next to her. “How was school?”

“Really good. I won in hide and seek during recess!”

You laugh, smoothing over the cornrows. The frizz is showing through, thanks to her wild sleeping and her bonnet always missing in the morning. You’ll have to do something different to her hair here soon. Saturday you have to get the paint for her room and Sunday you’re going to church. Monday’s terrible and you pray that maybe service ends on Sunday early enough to wash it and give her some twists or maybe even space buns.

“I’m proud,” you hum. “Finish all your homework?”

Ysobel nods, opening to the pages. “Da-Calum looked over it!”

Your eyes widen at her slip and turn to Calum. His back faces the both of you, facing the faucet instead. And you’re pounding heart is thumping in your ears. Maybe he didn’t hear it. You knew she had been down about the upcoming father-daughter dance and you weren’t sure about bringing it up to Calum. He did well with Ysobel but it’s not easy diving into a relationship with someone that as a kid. With Ysobel being so much older you were afraid that she’d ask questions about her dad and Calum.

“Looks great to me, baby.” You initial the pages and the homework assignment sheet. “What do you want for dinner? Spaghetti? Burgers?” Maybe it was a bad idea to get involved with anyone. Maybe you should’ve just stuck it out with just you and Ysobel. Now Calum would feel pressured and that’s the last thing you needed on your plate today.

“I can cook if you want,” Calum offers. He keeps his cool but the side glance to Ysobel shows she’s going to crack at any second.

“Oh, I don’t want to worry you,” you counter, pulling your keys back out of your purse. “You go get your things together, baby.” Ysobel starts to argue but you fix her with a pointed glare and she sighs and nods.

Calum notices that you’re not looking him in the eye. Once Ysobel leaves the chair, he slips into it. Ysobel fakes a scream, miming something behind your back but Calum tries not to stare for too long. “It’s not a worry, love.”

“Still, I know you probably have things going on. Thanks for watching Ysobel. I really appreciate it.”

“Please, look at me,” he urges.

“Look what Calum drew for me.” Ysobel’s lifting the picture before Calum can stop her.

“Belle,” he sighs, shoulders turning down. “You promised to let me actually ask the question first.”

“You weren’t doing anything!” She argues. “Mommy was going to make us leave before you could ask.”

And you hear them bickering but all you can do is stare down at the beautiful vibrant picture. You always felt like you and Calum were down the path to be serious. But your doubts were always crawling up into your brain. They were always trying to put a cloud of the rainbow forming. But seeing Calum asking Ysobel if she was okay with this, seeing him take that much thought about your daughter, it makes you weep.

Full-on sobs crush your chest in their wake to be free of your chest. As the first one crosses your throat, both of them look up to you. You clutch the picture to your chest, tears falling from your eyes. “Oh my god.”

Calum sets Ysobel back down, after jokingly picking her up to attack her with tickles and kneels next to you. “What’s wrong?”

“I-You-,” the words don’t ever fully form. The sentences are too jumbled to come out.

He brings your head into his chest and quietly shushes. You do your best to swallow down the sobs and you do have a moment’s clarity to put the picture down as to not ruin it. Calum feels you shaking in his arms and he can only pray that you find peace soon.

It comes but not without a few tissues and Ysobel climbing into your lap. “I love you,” he whispers, cupping your face. “And I love Ysobel too. You guys are my world. It’s like seeing in color with you two around. Marry me, please?”

“Do I get a picture too?” you joke, voice a little hoarse from the crying.

Calum grins but pulls the box from his pocket. “I think a ring is better. So that’s a yes?”

“Yes, Calum. That’s a yes.” He slips it on, kissing you gingerly. “I want a picture too though.”

“Yeah, Mommy deserves a picture too. But with all three of us. As a family.”

Calum kisses Ysobel’s forehead again. “Sounds like a job for you and your crayons, huh?”

“You got it! I’m on the case.”

-H

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ICKIE'S MAY '24 BLURB WEEKEND !

pairing: lando norris x reader song: talking body - tove lo summary: jealous!lando & what he does to make you realize that maybe you are his. warnings: 18+, talks of sex n alcohol consumption ! nothing super dramatic <3 notes: requested for my blurb weekend ! kinda strayed away from the request but ... hey it is what it isssss ! wanna join in on my blurb weekend !? click/tap here to learn more !

when will smith said 'party in the city where the heat is on' he really wasn't lying. the humidity combined with the body heat inside of the club had your hair frizzing, as well as your thighs sticking uncomfortably together as you walked aimlessly bumping into people that clearly weren't paying attention to their surroundings.

lips wrapped around the straw to your drink - a paloma - your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familliar face. well, most of the faces you were seeing were familiar ones, but there was someone in particular that you were looking for.

if you had asked any of the drivers, they'd gladly divulge in the gossip that is yours and lando's relationship. you two weren't together - far from it, actually... the two of you were constantly at each others necks, always finding something to argue about. but, on nights where it seemed everyone was keen on going out and partying, the two of you were attatched at the hip, almost exclusively leaving with each other. but then the two of you would be back at your usual antics. it was confusing, but it was definitely something that kept everyone entertained.

your arm reached out, letting out a laugh as you almost fell. "i'm so sorry!" you smiled up at the stranger before steadying yourself. you didn't know this man, he was probably one of the many influencers or the uber rich and famous that always seemed to show up to the miami grand prix.

"totally my bad," he flashed a smile. he was american - definitely not any of the people that you knew. "let me make it up for you with a dance?" before you could really think about it, you were on the dance floor, his hands over your hips as the two of you swayed to the beat of the song that was blasting through the club speakers.

feeling a pair of eyes searing into you, you looked up and locked eyes with a familiar pair of green eyes. lando was staring you down, a heat laced in his eyes as he looked you and the male over, which only egged you on as a smirk graced your features. you began to lay it on with the male, maybe a little too heavy. his hands were feeling up your body, your hands over his seemingly showing him where you wanted them.

your antics continued until the song ended, walking away from the male before he could try anything else. you eyed lando, batting your eyelashes at him as you finally walked up to him. "what? are you jealous?" you mused, head tilted to the side.

"no." his answer was simple, his teeth biting at his bottom lip as his eyes shamelessly looked you up and down. "i know that the only person here that is good enough to make you leave with them is me. i don't have any reason to be jealous." the brit smileed smugly, taking a sip from his glass.

"i wouldn't be so sure about that... mister american over there definitely had some game... maybe i was making a mistake by trying with europeans..?" you took his glass from his hand, finishing off his drink. "come dance with me?"

there was something about lando's hands on you, feeling you up, that could always get you going. especially when he was seemingly feeling possesive over you - which was new. but it was different when he began to whisper into your ear, musing about the things that he wished he could be doing to you.

"this dress is so tiny... all it would take is me hiking it up to be able to fuck you right here. is that why you wore it?"

"bet you don't even have any panties on, you're such a slut for me, aren't you?"

"trying to make me jealous? it worked didn't it?"

your breath hitched when his lips met your neck, before he spun you around so you were facing him his hands resting on your ass. "we're leaving, yeah? i believe i have a win to celebrate, and if there's anyone i want to celebrate it with... it's you." he whispered into your ear before grabbing at your wrist and tugging you with him.

who were you to tell him no?

#lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris smut #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 fluff #f1 imagines #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #ickie writes: blurbs !#blurb weekend - may '24

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@mikey-putrid and I have this weird little desert town we created called Halflight and I want to share some of the character blurbs we wrote for the citizens

Notable Locations Within Halflight

-Halflight General Hospital

-Halflight Public Library

-Halflight Grammar School

-Halflight Town Hall

-The Flock and Feather

-Dragon's Keep Games and Comics

-Feline Good

-Pins N' Needles

-Ink Addicts

-Rose's Antiques

-Theodore's Oddities and Enchantments

-Kelly's Judo Club

-New to You

-Sunny Valley Nursing Home

Dr. Elsie O'Dalaigh, 54: The town's most beloved doctor. Her dry wit and eccentricities may put you off at first, but she's a very warm and wise woman and should you fall ill or find yourself hurt, you will be in good hands. She's originally from Dublin and has a fair number of stories to tell from her wild youth in Ireland. She has an affinity for all things macabre but especially spiders. You might find her dozing off on her porch swing or enjoying a cup of tea with a friend. You're always welcome to join her and her spouse for dinner.

Dr. Ivan Vasilevsky, 39: A sickly doctor who recently came to town from New York City because the air quality was better for his lungs. He's very brilliant but hardly friendly and very private. Because he's fairly well known, patients come from across the country seeking his care. The only person he seems friendly with is his nurse, Cameron.

Dr. Andre Jimenez, 34: An anthropomorphic parrot surgeon at Halflight General Hospital. He's a total social butterfly and loves to talk, talk, talk. He has trouble keeping secrets and falls into gossip frequently. He's well liked by all his colleagues, all but Dr. Vasilevsky that is.

Johnathan "Johnny" Ross, 20: A cowardly and sensitive young man with a passion for piercing. Though only an apprentice, he's very knowledgeable about body modification and keeps his own piercings immaculate. His motorcycle is also kept in pristine condition. He's also quite shy and is hardly ever seen without his girlfriend, Loretta.

Venus Estelle, 31: A laid back frilled lizard woman that claims to see the future through the smoke from her pipe. She's very transparent and sees no reason to keep secrets about herself. She has nothing to hide. She has a passion for music and plays drums in a local punk band, The Heart Electric.

Kaisei "Kai" Kelly, 56: A very stoic and serious judo instructor. His father was a boxer in Ireland and ever since childhood, Kai has been enthralled by martial arts. He fancies himself a train enthusiast and has a large collection of model trains in his home. His serious nature and brute strength can make him rather intimidating but his husband Rodney finds him cute. He visits his family in Kyoto every spring.

Rodney Kelly, 59: The gym teacher at Halflight Grammar School. Originally from Edinburgh and standing a diminutive 5'2", Rodney more than makes up for his height with personality. He's encouraging, kind, hyperactive and loud. Very, very loud. Fitness has always been an important part of his life, even at nearly 60. He does his best to make gym class a fun place for all instead of a source of bullying and stress for those who don't like team sports.

Jeremy Fox, 19: A brilliant college student neck deep in conspiracy theories. He's very paranoid and distrusting, often to his detriment. He wants to prove to his professors that aliens exist though none of them will give him the time of day. When he isn't studying or trying to prove his theories, he can be found practicing his bass guitar or stargazing. He and his older sister like to unwind by smoking pot and watching sci-fi movies. He's one of Johnny's closest friends.

Jodie Fox, 23: Jeremy's cheerful, supportive yet ditzy older sister and roomate. She let him move in with her after their parents kicked him out for being gay. She doesn't understand a lot of what he talks about but she's happy he's passionate about something. Her bedroom is filled with Care Bears merchandise and colorful collectibles. She's rarely seen without her sticker covered roller skates. The two siblings live in the apartment right above Johnny and Loretta.

Sunny McIntyre, 30: An anthro horse gym rat and fitness trainer. Her cheerfulness is contagious and her motherly nature makes her easy to talk to. Her thick southern drawl might make it hard to understand her though. She always looks on the bright side and doesn't have a pessimistic bone in her body. In addition to being a die hard Bon Jovi fan, she enjoys fishing, hiking and hunting. She also hosts a transgender support group at her house.

Junichiro Oguma, 46: An overworked and underpaid pharmacy technician. Though very good at what he does, he isn't really a people person. He's rather grumpy and has little patience for foolishness. He's infamously difficult to work with due to his perfectionism. He holds himself to ridiculously high standards and gets upset easily when he fails to meet his own expectations. His wit is drier than the desert itself.

Edward Dowler, 68: A retired illustrator living comfortably at the Sunny Valley Nursing Home. He takes his sketchbook everywhere and may sheepishly ask you if you would mind posing for a portrait. He's a gentle soul and a firm believer in the power of pacifism. He's very close to his adopted daughter and three grandsons.

Joanne Lawrence, 47: The owner of Joanne's Diner. She bought the place almost 20 years ago and turned it into a comfortable, 1950's style diner popular among bikers and travelers. She's very blunt and hates wasting time but if you treat her well, she'll treat you well. Threaten her livelihood however and you will pay dearly. Regulars might call her Mama because she takes such good care of them.

Dennis "Moose" Bowen, 52: The cook at Joanne's. He's a people pleaser and will do whatever a customer asks to make sure they enjoy their meal. Hearing someone say they didn't like his food is like a knife through the heart. He prefers to stay in the background and not call too much attention to himself. Joanne calls him Moose because of his large size.

Hilda "Mouse" Calhoun, 21: A demon waitress at Joanne's. Contrary to what you might believe, she's very down to earth and sweet. She's not here for souls or bringing you to damnation, she just wants to serve pancakes and save money for beauty school. Her petite build makes her the Mouse to Dennis's Moose.

Wally Mack, unknown but born before 1956, mentally and physically around 21-24: A living humanoid shadow that can usually be found on a wall at Joanne's. He's chatty and perky and loves to dance. He's able to interact with others through their shadows. If Wally was to touch your shadow's shoulder, you would feel it. He likes to play harmless pranks on Dennis.

Tiffany "Tiff" Cain, 25: An anthropomorphic eagle bartender at her father's restaurant, The Flock and Feather. She also volunteers to work with children with special needs on weekends. She's very patient and a daredevil at heart. Her straightforward, casual attitude makes guests comfortable and keeps them coming back. She may be seen skateboarding around town.

Hisao Nakajima-Stewart, 33: The recently appointed head librarian at Halflight Public Library. He's rather sarcastic and moody but becoming a father has softened him up. He's very passionate about high fantasy and hosts Dungeons and Dragons sessions at his house every week. He spoils his chihuahua, Kotori, rotten with all kinds of pretty dresses and toys. He loves his husband, daughter and newborn son dearly.

Delwyn Morgane, 29: An employee at Dragon's Keep Games and Comics. When his shift ends, he dons a full suit of armor and obsessively hunts down dragons, or at least tries to. He's yet to actually kill a dragon. He's quite handsome but has a few screws loose. He plays Dungeons and Dragons with Hisao and friends every Thursday night.

Klaus Brunsvold, 70: A quiet and hardworking man originally from Norway. English is not his first language but he's slowly improving thanks to his coworkers. Though he might look imposing, his warm smile puts people at ease right away. He works at the cat cafe, Feline Good, as a barista and gleefully serves customers fattigman and slices of ostekake. Goria says he has "big grandpa energy".

Jonas Ostergard, 61: A blunt, reclusive man that's easily recognized by his towering height and voracious appetite. Standing 8'2" in comparison to his wife's tiny 5', he's one of many oddities in this town. He's absolutely enthralled by zombies and robots and fills notebooks with detailed diagrams regarding them. He's often seen at the Flock and Feather, chatting up a storm with his friend Tiff. He has autism, ADHD and intellectual disabilities.

Jamie De Luna, 18: A scrawny young man enamored with anime and martial arts. He's a bit hotheaded and immature but nonetheless determined to become an MMA fighter. His younger sister Tala is his biggest fan and supports her nerdy big brother all the way. He loves cheesy kung fu movies and takes them very seriously. He thinks very highly of his judo teacher Kai and seems to think of him as a father figure.

Goria Stout, 15: A high school student and part of Hisao's Dungeons and Dragons group. She's partially an ogre, 25% to be exact, and admires her ogre grandfather greatly. However, at the same time, part of her has been made to feel ashamed of her pointed ears and blue skin. She's rather lazy and self centered, but occasionally shows a more warm side. She wants to study magic and become a feared sorceress but just doesn't have the natural ability to do so. She frequents the comic shop and is the only one that believes in Delwyn's quest to slay a dragon.

Wesley Eldridge, 19: The bratty and materialistic son of billionaires left to play in mommy and daddy's mansion. His parents are constantly traveling the world, so he spends his days lazing about and relishing his family's wealth. He's notoriously snobbish and will have no part in anything, or anyone, he deems beneath him. He's had a fondness for unicorns since he was a child and even owns a purebred Irish unicorn named Divinity Diamond. He's very protective of her and has no qualms about sending his guards after you if you dare harm her.

Renwick Ozul, 25: E-boy and aspiring model with a sour disposition. He's distrusting of others and keeps people at a distance, except for his close friend Missy. Despite his cold and calculating online persona, he's quite insecure and struggles with his body image. He can be rather rude and nasty but has his moments of vulnerability and kindness.

Chelsea Montgomery, 23: A quiet young woman who keeps to herself. Some people say she fades into the background. She's very creative and resourceful, cleverly finding solutions to most problems she faces. Her interests include anime, cosplay, drawing and video games. She's great with kids and would like to be an art teacher one day.

Dallas Silvers, 27: A monster hunter and unofficial sheriff of Halflight. She's bold and quick witted, outsmarting any beast that threatens the town and quickly subduing it or killing it. Her talent with a rifle is nigh unmatched in town. She's the second oldest of 11 children and adores her older brother, the bounty hunter Smokey Silvers. She finds it difficult to be open about her feelings but loves her family dearly.

(Characters below belong to my friend @mikey-putrid, follow him he's cool)

Brody Erickson-O'Dalaigh, 47: The town's resident maternal figure and unofficial monster hunter (or befriender, really). Their spunky, adventurous attitude often gets them into shenanigans, but they always manage to pull themself out. They are kind and loving towards everyone. No matter who or what you are, you are always invited to Brody's for a nice meal.

Landon Borowick, 26: Brody's, often unwilling, sidekick and a security guard at the local mall. He's a cowardly young man who would rather stay home and get stoned, but thinks of Brody as his hero and therefore ends up getting dragged along on their adventures. Despite his fearful nature, Landon is a physically intimidating person who will do anything to help a friend.

Darcy Cooper, 16: A rough and tumble student at Halflight Grammar School. Darcy moved to Halflight with her mother to open up a bakery, which doubles as their home, and she often makes deliveries on her bike. Her warm and friendly personality helps her to make friends easily. Usually covered in bandages, Darcy loves practicing stunts on her skateboard, as well as watching anime and playing video games.

Loretta Sims, 20: Johnny's girlfriend, aspiring cryptozoologist and collecter of cool antiques. Loretta is shy and timid, preferring to blend into the background and not draw attention to herself. She loves spending time in the forest and working on her ever growing scrapbook. She's never far from her beloved boyfriend.

Cameron Payette, 28: A nurse at Halflight General Hospital and Dr. Vasilevsky's live in assistant. Having grown up with 15 disabled and ill siblings, Cameron has developed a love of helping people, keeping them healthy and cheering them up with a silly song on their trusty ukelele. During their off time, they enjoy video games and sci-fi movies.

#oc #original character #long fucking post

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mightyfineblog · 5 years

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Masterlist

💗Borhap cast 💗

‘Mob!Au’

(7k+ words) You’re just a simple girl, who happens to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. Your life gets a complete turnaround when you are sucked into the mob world of guns, violence, death and no mercy. You have to learn their ways if you want to stay alive, but will that help when you meet the Don? The boss of all mob bosses?

💗Ben Hardy 💗

‘Voice Message’

You’ve been missing your boyfriend’s touch for a while now, causing you to be longing to release the tension held up your body, by leaving him a record of that to his phone.

Lockdown series ‘Tough Days’ ‘My All’

‘Four, Who?’

Ben is acting suspicious, while filming in Florence. Naturally, you’re not letting things slip away easily, especially if he is cheating.

‘2020 Resolutions’

New Year’s Eve party turns sexual tension into a goal for the new year.

‘Runaway Bride’

You are at the altar, holding hands. Everybody is waiting for you to speak, but is the man you are marrying your true love? Is Mr. Perfect the same guy as Mr. Right?

‘Your Biggest Fan’

You are about to show your boyfriend exactly how much of a fan you are, the way only you know how.

‘BALMAIN’

You and Ben attend the Balmain fashion show during Paris Fashion Week, but cannot be seen together, so when you get overly needy by the looks of your man in those leather trousers, you have to make a little detour.

‘Stand By Me’ series -1- -2- -3- -4- -5- -6-

You are moving in your boyfriend’s flat. As you unpack, you remember the long road you two have walked down from when you met to where you are now. Each chapter tells a memory from the past, while simultaneously moving the present story forward.

‘Pulse’

Getting caught, Ben won’t let you slip away that easily. He teases and denies you the greatest pleasure all day and night. Smut.

‘Give Me Sugar’

Your boyfriend and you spend a lovely Saturday in London. Followed by a night out at a club, you go home for some new experiences. Smut.

‘Keep Giving Me Sugar’

Spending a last night together, before he has to leave for work. Deciding to take advantage of it, you indulge to savour each other as much as possible. Smut.

💗Joe Mazzello💗

‘Give In To Me’

Smut, smut, smut; hold it there good girl; teasing; orgasm control; bad girls get punished; l-bomb; don’t get daddy mad;

‘November Cabin’ Fluff Version

‘November Cabin’ Smut Version

A weekend getaway for snuggles, warm blankets, wine and cracking fire.

💗Roger Taylor 💗

‘Impala ‘67′

Roger just got a new car, at which you aren’t very happy at first, but on the back seat he managed to convince you otherwise.

‘La Reina’ / pt. 2- ‘La Reina - When a Queen Meets Queen’ / pt.3 - ‘La Reina - The Clash of Queens’

You’re a dancer in a shady club. Lonely and abused, you dream of a way out of your misery, which turns out to be a man that goes by the name ‘The Drummer’.

‘My Baby Does Me (Good)’

70s Roger Taylor and you attend important for you work event, where his rockstar side shows, leading you to punish him once at home. Smut.

‘Please, Daddy’

During the 80s, Roger and you are in for the good stuff. Teasing him in public, humiliating him more than once, you finally get what you deserve for your behaviour. Smut.

‘I Love You Baby’

Spending the cutest weekend with your boyfriend, you fool around like little kids. Fluff.

‘This Valentine’s day’

Roger’s POV on planning and spending Valentine’s Day with you. Fluffy smut.

‘Cologne and Candy Lotion’ (Brian x Reader x Roger)

Brian introduces you to the band. Being the womanizer Roger is, he comes in and won’t take no for answer. Smut and disappointment.

'Sexy Hair'

Roger dares to cut his hair while he’s away. Cute angst, Fluff, Smut.

‘Sub(stitute)’

Visiting Roger after a show in Manchester, because you need him a lot and you need him to shut up. Smut.

‘Santa Baby’

Spending your first Christmas as a couple. Fluff and Smut.

‘You Got Me Feeling Emotions’

Being the rock star Ben!Roger’s girlfriend isn’t as easy as it seems. Lots of fluff, angst, tears and smut in 5 parts.

💗Rogerina 💗

‘Cherry Lips’

She flirts all day with you, until you give in your resistance. Smut.

‘Pretty Messy Girl’ smut

Being too busy to pay attention to your girlfriend, Rogerina is determined go get what she wants, in the recording booth. Smut.

‘Lipstick Smudged’ (Rogerina x Reader x Freddie)

You, Rogerina and Freddie are on your way to party at Roger’s, getting down nasty during the car ride. Smut.

‘Private Show’ (Rogerina x Reader x Freddie)

The second part of ‘Lipstick Smudged’. Rogerina, you and Freddie can’t keep apart for too long, eventually ending in one of the bedrooms for a private show.

💗Rami Malek 💗

‘I could come and love you’ (Rami x Reader x Ben)

Finding yourself torn between Rami and Ben, having feelings for both, but what’s going to happen? Angst

‘Touch My Body’ (Rami x Reader x Ben)

You are Ben’s girlfriend, when once at dinner, you get swirled up in an adventurous rendezvous with both men. Smut.

💗📝Blurbs, Drabbles, Head Canons📝💗

⭐️ - personal favourites

👀 - expect the unexpected

Ben Hardy

‘Big Ben’ smut ⭐️

‘Babysitting Ben’ fluff

‘Pool fun with Ben’ fluff

‘Weekend with Ben’ HC fluff

‘Pregnancy test with Ben’ fluff 👀

‘Shopping with Ben’ fluff

‘Video Games’ fluff ⭐️

‘Tattoos’ fluff

‘Night cravings’ fluff

‘18’ smut

‘Another baby’ fluff

‘Car sex’ smut

‘Giggly kisses’ fluff

‘Morning kisses’ fluff

‘Drunk Kisses’ fluff

‘Hot kisses’ fluff and slight smut

‘Makeout kisses’ fluff

‘Movie night snuggles’ fluff

‘Goodnight kisses’ fluff

‘24 Reasons To Not Get Out of Bed’ fluff ⭐️

‘Relaxing’ fluff

‘Christmas morning’ smut ⭐️

‘Valentine’s day in Paris’ fluff

‘Afternoon Activities’ smut ⭐️

‘Comfort’ fluff

Roger Taylor

‘Spanked by Roger’ smut

‘Caring Roger’ fluff

‘Sad Roger’ fluff ⭐️ 👀

‘Puppy’ fluff

‘Romantic’ fluff

‘SubRoger’ smut

‘Roger’s Adventurous Times in Las Vegas’ confusing

‘Tour Nights’ smut

Ben X Reader X Roger

‘Get D* Down’ smut

Joe Mazzello

‘Domestic Joe, is a best Joe’ fluff

‘In the middle of nowhere’ smut

Brian May

‘Sexy Brian’ smut

‘Riding Brian’ smut

‘Brian’s Guitar’ smut

‘Sweet Brian’ fluff

Gwilym Lee

‘Caring Gwilym’ fluff (Gwilym Lee x Reader ft. Joe Mazzello)

John Deacon

‘Caring Deacy’ fluff

Rogerina

‘In Rogerina’s Hands ’ smut

‘Soft Rogerina’ fluff

‘Excuse me Rogerina’ fluff

Taron Egerton

Staying in Tonight fluff

Updated 03 July 2020

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Welcome to the community bulletin board! Here are some events happening around the Boroughs this month:

April 1: April Fool's Day Special @ Punchline!, the Bronx

April 3: Run the River 5k @ the Bronx River, the Bronx

April 8: Solar Eclipse Viewing Party @ Manhattan

April 11: Pet Meet & Greet @ Prospect Park, Brooklyn

April 13: Scrabble Tournament @ Puzzles, Manhattan

April 22: Pot Painting @ Glazed Finish, Brooklyn

April 24: Scream Queens Marathon @ Technicolor Theater, Queens

April 19-21: April 26-28 BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival (POSTPONED)

April 30: Tie Dye Fundraiser @ Tiny Tots, Staten Island

Continue reading below to find descriptive blurbs of each event. As a reminder, community events are optional events for members to use during their threads throughout the month of April.

April 1: April Fool’s Day Special at Punchline!, the Bronx

What better way to celebrate the national day of jokes than with a slew of professional jokesters? Join Punchline! for an hilarious one-night only lineup of some of New York’s brightest up and coming comedians! Laughs start at 7, and will keep on rolling all the way through to midnight!

April 3: Run the River 5k, Bronx River

In celebration of National Walking Day, non-profit organization StrideForward proudly invites you to join them for a scenic walk (or run) along the Bronx River! The race starts at 10am. All runners earn a complimentary medal upon completion, along with photo opportunities, healthy snacks, and a DJ playing them out at the finish line to boot!

April 8: Solar Eclipse Viewing Party, Manhattan

For anyone not trekking to the Adirondacks for the total eclipse, you’re welcome to join in one of the many partial-eclipse viewing parties occurring around the city! Including one hosted by a well known local astronomy club, The New York Galaxy Patrol, in partnership with the Empire State Building! Ticket admission includes a pair of safe eclipse-viewing glasses and a solar themed cocktail drink. With music playing and a selection of food and drinks to purchase, guests are welcome to sit back, relax, and take in the sight of this remarkable occasion.

April 11: Pet Meet & Greet at Prospect Park, Brooklyn

Pet lovers rejoice! The Pet Lovers of New York (Brooklyn) Facebook group has scheduled a meet and greet for National Pet Day! All owners are welcome to mix and mingle with other owners — and don’t forget to bring your little ones with you! Pets ranging from dogs to birds to reptiles and everything in between are welcome!

April 13: Scrabble Tournament at Puzzles, Manhattan

For just a $30 cover, YOU can sign up to join in Puzzles’ Scrabble Tournament, in honor of National Scrabble Day. Starting at 2pm, join in as the entire foosball table section has been cleared out to make space for Scrabble tables. Winner of the tournament gets a weekend of FREE DRINKS from the establishment, and their name on the bar’s blackboard for ultimate bragging rights. Spectators welcome!

April 22: Pot Painting for Earth Day at Glazed Finish, Brooklyn

Happy Earth Day! To celebrate, Glazed Finish is offering an array of different sized plant pots for painting, all at a discounted price!

April 24: Scream Queens with Technicolor Theater, Queens

Classic Scream Queens are taking center stage at Technicolor Theater for Scream Day. Enjoy the latest horror movies of today on the indoor big screens, and an assortment of classic horror films on the outdoor projector!

April 26-28: BoroughsHQ Event 002: Art Festival** Postponed to early May!

A festival of colorful spectacular, soon to take over the boroughs over the weekend of the 19-21 (& a week of ooc writing between 19-26). More information to come! **No threads allowed until week of event.

April 30: Tie Dye with Tiny Tots, Staten Island

Tiny Tots is throwing a fundraiser for a brand new playground! Support the cause by purchasing and dying your own t-shirt or pillowcase with them on National Tie Dye Day. The craft experience may be a little overpriced, but the proceeds all go to a good cause, and you get to have a fun tie dye experience!

Admin Note: The above events are all optional events that members are free to use as the setting for threads throughout the month of April. Though each event comes with brief descriptions, writers are free to manipulate and take liberties with them however they like for their threads. Additionally, writers are not restricted to only writing threads on the dates of the events listed; you are free to create threads around these events and post them whenever you like during the month of April.

#boroughs.community #if there’s a typo you did not see it <3

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hattywatch · 5 years

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Jeff Skinner - Home

A/n: Any time I ever think I am capable of writing a blurb, point me to this, right here. I had the idea for this before I wrote the part 2 to Back Road, but I couldn’t focus on two things at once, so this took a back seat since so many people asked for a sequel to Back Road! This is 13 pages, a little over 5k words and is CLEAN. Totally sfw.

Requested by my bae @hockeyandtaylorswift, and I would like to thank her and @xolilyxo for reading it and being my fav hockey biddies <3

“I can't keep staying with you guys. I feel like I'm living with an old married couple,” Jeff shimmies past Reino and gets to his seat at the kitchen island, where Eichel is leaning, munching on an apple and watching the toaster.

Jack grabs his bread from the toaster as it pops and Jeff watches as he slides open a drawer for a knife and switches spots with Sam to get to the fridge, neither of them thinking about the motion, it looks so practiced.

The way him and Sam move around each other in their apartment is so comfortable. It was really nice of them to ask if he needed a place to stay when he first moved to Buffalo, but it's going on a month now and he just wants a place to go home to that's his; with a spot on the couch that's his, and a mug that's his, and a bathroom cabinet that's filled with his stuff. He's sick of living out of a suitcase.

“Still haven't found anything, then?” Jack asks in between bites of toast while Jeff sips at his juice and shakes his head no.

Reino shuts the cabinet above his head after pulling a plate out of it and sliding his omelette onto it, “Eichs, you still have the number of the chick who found us this place? She was awesome.”

It's Jack's turn to shake his head as he scrolls through his contact list, “I don't think I do, maybe an email? I'll look through them later and see what I can find.”

Jeff nods and makes a mental note to remind him about it later; he's lived with his new teammates long enough to know that Jack's a scatterbrain about everything that isn't done on skates.

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You get the email late on a Monday while you're nestled into your couch with a glass of wine watching The Bachelor.

Hey (Y/N),

I wanna send a new teammate to you bc he's having trouble finding his own place and you really helped me out when I was looking. I lost your phone number but had your email so send me your number and I’ll have him set something up. He's sick of crashing with me and Sam lol.

Thanks,

Jack

You roll your eyes and scroll through your contact list to, Client Jack and text him:

It's me. Just got your email. Send him my way, I’d love to help.

_______

You get a text from a number that isn’t saved to your contacts two days after you responded to Jack’s e-mail.

Hi, I’m Jeff, Jack’s friend. He gave me your number and said that you’re the best realtor around. Do you think you could help me start looking for something this weekend? I have to get my own place before I kill a teammate 😑.

You call him, instead of responding to his text, because you’re a professional adult, and also you’re driving and that’s a dangerously high ticket that you don’t really want to deal with right now.

He sounds confused when he answers, with a whispered, “Hullo?”

“Hi, this is (Y/N) calling for Jeff?” You hear him scramble around a little, before he clears his throat, still speaking lowly but sounding a little more awake.

“Oh, yeah, hi! I didn’t think you’d get back to me so soon.” You laugh because your entire paycheck banks on you getting back to people as soon as possible and being at everyone’s beck and call 24 hours a day.

“I just wanted to set something up for this weekend. I already have a few places in mind I could show you. If you wanted to give me some times you’d be free I could schedule a few showings so we can find you a place before the season starts.” You hear him close a door and he finally raises his voice above a whisper.

“That’d be awesome, I love these guys, but I really need my own space asap. I’ll clear all weekend for you. This is my top priority right now.” He sounds tired and you smile, because you know enough about Jack to know he could be a little bit of a diva and honestly, bless Sam for being able to live with him. But you know it's tough to be thrown into it due to a trade or whatever Buffalo is doing right now, shaking up their team.

“I’ll text you a time for Saturday morning. We can meet at a Starbucks or something? I’ll drive, you’re new to the area, don’t want you getting lost! Does that work for you?”

“Sounds like a plan. See you Saturday.” You say goodbye and hang up. You make a mental note to look up this Jeff character, to see if you could get any information that may help you in finding him a home and so you know what you’re getting yourself into.

_______

You’re not exactly sure what you were expecting when you typed “Jeff Buffalo Sabres” into the Google search bar hours later, but what you found wasn’t it.

You learn the basics, that he was traded from Carolina, and like most hockey players- is from Canada. You click on a video, against your better judgement, and you hear voice, new but becoming familiar, giving canned answers about getting pucks on net and playing hard. What you didn’t expect to learn is that he’s adorable, positively boyish. His smile is wide and his eyes crinkle up with it. He seems like the type of person everyone wants to be friends with.

Quickly you close out of the window on your computer. As easy as he is on the eyes, this isn’t really productive to your pursuit of finding him the right apartment, and stalking is illegal in all 50 states.

_______

The next two days are a blur of showings with other clients and searches for apartments suited for one twenty-something male. You’re pleased that you find three to show him, and hope that he’ll take to at least one of them.

You send out a text Friday afternoon, telling him the time you’ll meet him and to be ready for you to knock his socks off.

Client Jeff: At this point I’d live in a box on the street to get my own space. It isn’t going to take much.

You send back a speak-no-evil monkey and the address of the Starbucks where you two plan on meeting.

_______

When Saturday morning comes, you’re grumpy to say the least. You try your best to get a lot of your showings done during the week to avoid the weekend traffic and get some time to sleep in, but you really liked Jack and Sam and don’t mind doing them the favor of helping their buddy out. Plus, who are you to say no to any new clients you can get.

You dress business casual; smart jeans and a navy-blazer over a plain white tee with some red flats, most of the apartments have stairs anyway. You also manage to get your ass into gear on time and are sitting drinking your coffee when you see Jeff stroll in, 2 minutes to 10.

Quickly, you realize he has no idea who he’s looking for, and you take a minute to observe him undisturbed. He looks around, presumably for you, and checks his phone, laughing at something before fast thumbs fire off a message. He walks up to the empty counter and orders his drink; you hear him say both “please” and “thank you” before he pays and throws his change into the tip jar. You decide you like him already.

When he moves to the other counter, waiting for his drink to be made, you decide to make yourself known. As you tidy up your table, your phone vibrates and you look down at your texts,

Client Jeff: I just realized I have no clue who I'm looking for. I'm here and wearing a Sabres sweatshirt if that helps?

After throwing out your trash, you step up behind him and tap him on the shoulder, “Jeff?” You ask it as a question, even though you know that he’s exactly who you’re looking for. He looks up from his phone and spins around with a media smile on his face, unsure of who he’s about to run into.

“Hi... (Y/N)?” he says with an unfailing smile, but crinkled and uncertain eyes. “Yes, that’s me,” you shake his outstretched hand, “Ready to find your new place?” His smile shifts a little and a dimple pops into his cheek, “You have no idea. Let’s go.” He grabs his drink off of the counter and follows you to your car.

_______

You keep the music on the light channel, soft pop playing from the speakers. Jeff seems content to drink his coffee and sit quietly in your passenger seat, but you’ve never really been one for silence.

“How have you been finding Buffalo so far?” He smiles again at your question, “It’s been good. The team’s really nice, the people who recognize me on the street have been really encouraging. It’s definitely a change in scenery and weather, but it’s closer to home.”

You’re happy to hear that Buffalo has been welcoming. Moving is tough, especially alone. “You enjoying living with Jack and Sam?” The light is red and you catch his eye and smile.

“They’re two of the greatest guys I’ve ever met. It was really awesome of them to let me stay as long as they have. They’d probably keep letting me, but they both have routines and I feel like I’m in the way. I just want my own space, ya know? Nothing against them.”

Nodding, you turn onto the block for the first apartment. “Well, I’ll do my best to help you out. I’m with you ‘til the end now.” He unbuckles his seatbelt as you pull over and put your car into park. You get out and open up your folder to give him the first listing. “This is a newer building. It’s really nice and they cater to a slightly more upscale client and have loads of amenities,” you tell him in the elevator on your way up to the unit.

“This place looks too nice for me, are you sure they’d even let me live here?” You laugh out loud at that, Jeff is clearly the kind of guy who holds up well under scrutiny, the kind of guy every parent wants their daughter to bring home, wholesome looking and polite.

“According to Jack, you’re about to be Buffalo’s golden boy. I’m sure they’d beg you to live here, Jeff.” A red flush rises from his neck straight up to his hairline. “I hope so,” he mumbles out as the elevator dings and he motions for you to exit first.

Outside of the unit, you do your best to feature dump and sell him on the place, “There’s a fitness center, a lounge, a study center, reserved parking, a concierge, 24 hour maintenance, and electronic keys, which is kind of cool. You’d basically be living in a hotel.” Waving the card in front of the knob, you can hear the mechanical whirring of the lock, indicating that the door is opening, so you step in and hold it open for Jeff.

He whistles low and walks past the kitchen through the dining area and into the living room. It’s your turn to laugh, “Okay… I’m guessing you don’t cook much then?”

He shakes his head, looking out of the windows that line the living room wall. “You’d be absolutely correct in that assumption.”

“Well then, not that you care, but these are granite countertops and they’re gorgeous,” you sweep your hand in a flourish towards the counters. He does his best to look sheepish and puts on a smile and nods, “They look…. Very nice?” He rocks back on his heels and shrugs a shoulder up.

“Thanks for trying. Don’t pretend to care for me, you’re the one who has to pick a place or keep living with the dynamic duo,” you smile snidely at his stricken face.

“No dishwasher though, which could be a downside for a guy living on his own,” you look at him thoughtfully, trying to figure out if he’s messy or tidy, as if you could tell from a cursory glance.

“I have siblings, we did chores growing up. I know how to clean up after myself,” you’d almost assign his tone as sassy, but he’s far too sweet for you to do anything but keep smiling at him at try to change the subject.

“No significant other will be living with you? I just realized I didn't ask, rude of me.”

“Nah,” He walks through to the bedroom, “I don’t have a girl right now.” He manages his own subject-change now, “One bedroom?”

You nod, “Uh, yes. Only one, but this building has it all; studios and units with one, two or three bedrooms! I didn’t consider that you may be having visitors. That’s my fault; I should have asked.”

He doesn’t let you berate yourself for long though, “I don’t know if I have a preference. My last place had an extra room and my family never wanted to leave, maybe this would be the hint they needed.” He winks and checks out the closet, laundry room, and bathroom before the tour is over and you get back to your car.

“Okay give me feedback? Love it, hate it? Is it missing something integral?” He buckles his seatbelt once more and looks over at you, “Honestly?” you nod and motion for him to continue.

He heaves a sigh and turns to make eye contact with you, “I have no idea what I’m looking for. When I got my last place I was so young and everything seemed awesome because it was all mine. This time around it’s so... different.” It’s an honest answer and you appreciate that, but it doesn’t really help you figure out if he’ll like the next two places any better than this one.

As you drive to the next apartment, you decide to do some digging, maybe it will help figure out what he's looking for. “You said you have siblings that visit, how many of you are there?”

He turns to look over at you, putting his coffee back in the cup holder, “There’s six of us, plus my parents.”

“Woooow” you let out as you flick your turn signal on. He’s polite and asks, “What about you, anyone come and crash at your place uninvited. Shaking your head, you tell him no, “I’m an only child. Probably better off that way. I can’t imagine having to share with five other people. I don’t think that’s my style.”

“I think if you're raised with it, it's different. You're just used to it.” You nod along because nurture versus nature and all that.

_______

The next two apartments aren't in buildings; one is the whole top floor of a house and the second is the main floor.

Jeff is polite, but you have been doing this a long time and you can tell he doesn't like them as much as the one inside of the complex, but he does seem to prefer the one on the top floor, with the extra bathroom and guest room. You watch as he takes in the dark hardwood floors, but wrinkles his nose at the downstairs apartment lacking a tub, and you start fleshing out a more robust image of what he’s looking for.

As you're driving him back to Starbucks to his car, you decide to ask again, “Okay, I don't expect you to know everything you like, but maybe if you see something on Pinterest or Instagram or anything that strikes your fancy, send it to me and I can get an idea of your tastes? I'm sure you'd prefer turn-key?”

“That's a really good idea. Give me your handle.” You spell out your Instagram name for him and your pocket vibrates with the notification. Your car crunches into the parking lot and Jeff adjusts the hat on his head, “Thanks, I know it's your job, but I really appreciate it. Jack and Sam try to help, but...” he trails off with a shrug.

Laughing, you assure him, “You don't have to tell me. I'm the one who spent 5 months finding them that place.” Jeff's eyes open wide and his smile dims, “5 months? I can't live with them for 5 more months.” You try to head him off at the pass.

“Jeff, if you promise to send me some more things that you like, I promise that I will not leave you stranded with Jack and Sam for 5 more months, deal?”

He opens the car door and gets out, leaning back in with that big smile sticking his hand out to shake. “It's a deal. Just text me whenever. I'm free all this week and next weekend. So if you want me to come see something, I'm all yours.”

You tell him will do and he hops in his car and starts it before you drive away.

_______

He doesn’t contact you for a few days. It’s Tuesday when you get a message late at night, snuggled deep into your bed watching old Friends reruns. The text makes your pillow vibrate and you tear your eyes away from Phoebe attempting to teach Joey French to unlock your screen.

When you see Jeff’s name you’re a little thrown off.

Client Jeff: I think I like this...

You wait, as you assume there’s an image that’s coming along with it.

When it finally comes, the photo is blurry but you make out a marble bathroom. It’s simple and stark white, offset by dark grey floors. It’s something to go on, albeit blurry and small, but it’s something.

Just tell me what it is that you like, and I can def go off of that.

The response comes quicker than you would have expected.

Client Jeff: Tbh, I’m a little drunk at one of Eichs friends house. Idk what I like. It’s clean and open? Different than living with a bunch of slobs I guess.

Before you can send a text back to him, your phone buzzes with another.

Client Jeff: I’m drunk texting my realtor. This is what it’s like being a grown up, huh?

You know that feel, that’s for sure, so you cut him a break and text him back.

Seemed a lot more glamorous as a kid, I know.

You fall asleep with your phone next to your pillow and your laptop on your nightstand, searching for open, bright, clean-lined bathrooms.

_______

After his drunk texts, Jeff opened up a little bit. He sent you tons of posts from @ApartmentTherapy, interspersed with some cute dogs, and funny memes. He started texting more frequently too, asking for restaurant recommendations in the city and making some small talk. You have similar taste in movies and TV, so you have a lot to talk about, but you didn't want to be the one to break the boundary, it's not professional. The second weekend you meet him for showings he has your coffee paid for and ready to go when you walk into the coffee shop.

He ends up breaking the boundary first. You assume it’s because you’re one of about 5 people he knows in the state. He's a really sweet guy, so it isn't like you mind at all. He suggests meeting at iHop for breakfast before your third weekend of showings in a row. It seems like a fine idea, you have to eat anyway and you really like talking to Jeff.

Breakfast is spent with him regaling you of his time training in the gym with Eichs and Reino earlier this week. His impression of Jack has you in stitches as you almost spit your coffee out across the table, smacking your hand over your mouth just in time. It sends him into his own peal of laughter, and ends with him face down on the table, pointing at you and silently laughing.

You head to the bathroom to fix your running mascara and he meets you at the door with your purse and tells you it’s on him when you try to shove money at him for your food.

_______

Obviously his house-mates have picked up on your new-found friendship. Jack had messaged you once to ask you to stop, as he deemed you interruptive to boys night.

Client Jack: Listen, I know you guys are like, besties now… but it’s guys night and we’re bowling and Jeff literally can’t stop looking at his phone. he’s really bringing the team down. I wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t on my team, fuck i’d prob encourage it. But tell him you’re going to bed or something so he can focus! Loser has to pick up the bar tabs, so you can understand where i’m coming from right now, (y/n).

You'd never admit it, but you smiled indulgently to yourself, pleased that Jeff really seemed to value you as a friend and not just someone he was forced to be in contact with.

Oh, so sorry that I’m ruining your night Jack. I’ll tell him I’m going to bed. At 830. On a Saturday.

Client Jack: That’s all i ask.

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All the chatting helped though, each weekend you were able to fill your showings with apartments that were increasingly Jeff’s style. You both discovered that he was decidedly more modern; into clean lines and neutral colors.

You start meeting for breakfast every weekend before your first showing. It’s quickly coming up on two months before you even notice. You get along really well, so working the weekend is almost as enjoyable as your shared breakfasts. The two of you commiserate over summer months quickly coming to an end and laughing easily over people's decorating choices in apartments that are decidedly not the one.

The last listing you showed him had been especially cringe worthy, photographing way better than it looked in person. You step inside and instantly realize your mistake.

Jeff hadn't been looking up and barrels into the back of you, spewing red-faced apologies before he could even peel himself away from your back. “Sorry!” he has a hand wrapped around your waist to keep you from toppling forward under his bulk and you snort, because with his accent it comes out “sore-y” and that always gets you laughing.

You realize it before he does, the fact that his hand is still firmly wrapped around your middle, and you’re starting to get a little self conscious of the way you know your jeans are snug against your tummy under his hand. So you clear your throat and he apologizes again before removing his hand and keeping them firmly in his pockets. The tension doesn’t last long as you go through the rest of the apartment and laugh as Jeff raises his eyebrows at the shag carpet that is inexplicably in the bathroom, and you both hightail it out of there as soon as you can.

_______

It’s not out of the ordinary when he texts you late on a Friday night:

Jeff: After we go to the apartments tomorrow do you have any other clients?

You have been saving your Saturdays exclusively for Jeff's showings for the past two months, so you tell him that.

My Saturdays are solely dedicated to finding you a place to live, doll.

Did you find something specific you wanted to see?

Bubbles indicating he’s typing out his reply pop up, but it stops abruptly. They start and stop a few times, before a message finally comes through.

Jeff: Not an apartment, but there’s this new waffle house that just opened? We can change up our routine, lunch instead of breakfast...

Jeff: If you didn’t have anything else going on.

You don’t, and that sounds like the type of relaxed weekend that you’re into, so you peck out a reply.

Sounds like a plan.

You send it over and before you can stop yourself you send a smiley face too. _______

The next day you’re positive Jeff will take to one of these units.

They all have two bedrooms, which you've learned he leans towards, just in case his parents or a sibling decide to pop in. They are all turn key- painted and furnished (he hates furniture shopping and doesn't have the time to paint)- very sleek and modern, his preferred style.

Even better, all of them come with in unit laundry. He claims laundry is his favorite chore and prefers to do it himself rather than send it out. And to top it all off, one has a balcony off the master bedroom. You think he'll choose that one, but you don't want to jinx yourself.

When you get through all three without Jeff so much as considering placing an offer, you're confused at best and irked at worst. You know he needs to find a place soon and it’s starting to feel like you’ve shown him every apartment in Buffalo and its surrounding towns. You try to take it in stride, but it’s been two solid months of multiple showings every weekend and you just want a break from it.

The rational side of you also knows that it isn’t Jeff’s fault. It’s a very important purchase and you don’t want to rush him into something just because you want a lazy weekend, but you're still a little disappointed. Jeff drove to all of the listings, “to give you a break,” he had said. He even showed up with coffee and croissants to hold you over until you go to lunch- so you’re annoyed with yourself for being cranky when he’s been so lovely.

_______

You’re clearly doing a good job of hiding your disappointment, so he pulls up to the waffle house all smiles, the dimple on his right cheek digging straight into your heart, and you feel bad for ever being vexed with him. He hops out of the car and walks up to the door and even holds it open for you, holding 2 fingers up to the hostess.

Sitting in the booth bolsters your mood, unused to waiting until after the showings to eat. It smells like heaven, and you look over the menu, already sticky with syrup. Jeff is his happy self, nudging your foot under the table to get your attention.

“What are you getting?” You look up from the menu at Jeff's rosy face and shrug. You love that he's always blushing. He's never really shy with his emotions because he's so easy to read anyway. It seems like a freeing way to live.

“I'm not sure, there's a lot of options. Banana chocolate chip? Red velvet? What are you getting?” You take the time to nudge his foot back.

He confidently closes his menu, “Cinnamon roll, for sure. With bacon.”

You close your menu at the sight of the waitress approaching, “Okay then, red velvet it is. But I'm trying some of yours, too.” Jeff says 'obviously,’ like it's something that you guys always do, and isn't pushing the lines of a realtor/client relationship.

After you place your orders and the waitress returns with a carafe of coffee for you to split, you feel a happy warmth settle from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You take turns sharing the creamer and sit in a companionable silence before Jeff starts in.

“I’m so nervous for this season,” he stirs his coffee with a spoon distractedly, you see your opening to bring up his living situation, but he continues before you can interject. “D’you think you’d like to come to the opener?”

He sips his coffee with his eyes closed, and you wish you could make eye-contact with him. “Yeah, sounds like fun. I’ll make myself available.” His eyes open at that and he flushes from his neck up to his forehead.

“Did you think I’d say no or something,” he opens his mouth to answer you, but the waitress sets your plates down in between you so he stops. As soon as she walks away you lean over and steal a piece of bacon from Jeff’s plate.

He smiles and it’s wide and bright and beautiful, and as always- punctuated by a deep dimple. He won’t meet your eyes and spends way too long cutting into his fluffy waffles and dousing them with syrup that is surely not trainer approved, “Yeah, something like that.”

You’re halfway through your own plate, starting to get full and sated, when it starts to make sense, you’re spending every week together, bonding over movies and restaurant recommendations. You’re probably the person he’s spent the most time with since his big move. Jeff’s still plowing away through his own plate though, so you try your hand at subtly broaching the issue on your mind.

“Jeff,” he looks up mid-bite. “You know we’re like, kinda friends now right.” He looks like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t and he flames up again immediately.

“Are we?” You nod and stuff another bite of waffle into your mouth to keep yourself from smiling at his embarrassment. He draws in close to you, leaning over his plate.

“If put in an offer on the one with the terrace off the bedroom will you still hang out with me on weekends?” You perk up and lean back against the booth laughing at how dumb he is, nodding and trying to catch your breath.

“Yes you dope!” You have another bite on its way to your mouth when another piece of the puzzle clicks together. The waffle drops off of your fork as you try to control the volume of your voice, you want to yell but you manage to contain it down to a hiss, “Have you not been putting in offers on apartments because you have no better weekend plans, you jerk!?” He has a decency to look chagrined at being caught.

“I didn’t know if I was allowed to keep talking to you after I found something,” he sputters out, shrugging.

“You could have just asked. I haven’t had a day off in months!” You steal another piece of his bacon, you feel like you’ve earned it at this point.

“Are you showing anything tomorrow? We could go out,” Jeff’s fork makes its way onto your plate, you barely notice; did he just-? He’s on it before you can respond.

“I mean- shit.” He takes a deep breath before putting his fork down onto the table with a metallic clank, “Fuck it, yeah tomorrow. What are you doing, let me take you out?” He’s so far from smooth and it’s so endearing you can’t help but smile.

“I’m helping a client place a bid on an apartment. Really nice, eat-in-kitchen and a balcony off the master. Then I have a date, I think? Nice guy, kinda slow, but he’s cute. Lots of curb-appeal, if you catch my drift.”

Jeff’s smile is beatific, “You’re not so quick yourself, so it’s probably a perfect match.” You kick him under the table without malice, too wrapped up in the sugary sweet fullness from lunch and his warm gaze.

“I’m starting to think he’s a fixer-upper. Luckily I’ve got some time.”

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