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swaggypsyduck · 1 year
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last post made me tear up so now im posting these so i tear up in other places
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not my gifs!!
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dannyricsmirrorball · 6 months
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tying the knot • cl16 ੈ✩‧₊˚
ੈ✩‧₊˚ pairing || charles leclerc x gasly!reader
ੈ✩‧₊˚ genre || social media au
ੈ✩‧₊˚ summary || everyone is together on break for some reason, perhaps a wedding. question is… whose is it?
alt. y/n is pierre’s younger sister. there’s no way she’s dating his best friend aka her childhood friend… right?
ੈ✩‧₊˚ warning || google translate 😬
ੈ✩‧₊˚ a/n || i tried my hardest to fit this into one part but i literally couldn’t. so this part is kinda boring and lacks much plot but i tried to make it fun! also have realised alex and lily are always the reader’s best friends… but i just love them so much it just happens!! also OSCAR SPRINT WIN!!!! okay pls enjoy xx
part 2!
circa 2022
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yourusername 🌺🌺
francisca.cgomes gostosaaaaa 😍
⤷ yourusername love u kika baby
username7 omfg i need to raid her closet
username19 y/n is ALWAYS pulling out the looksss
lilymhe LOML OML MARRY ME
⤷ alex_albon oh.
⤷ charles_leclerc 🤨
username88 them gasly genes are STRONG
⤷ username6 let’s be real… y/n eats up pierre
username2 face card never declines
luisinhaoliveira99 love 😍😍
charles_leclerc 😍
⤷ username67 charles don’t flirt (poorly) with ur best friends sister challenge - level IMPOSSIBLE
landonorris jesus look at that countertop 😬
⤷ luisinhaoliveira99 cala a boca
⤷ yourusername yeah eat it lan 😒
isahernaez guapísima 🩷
⤷ yourusername i love uuuuu
ig stories - francisca.cgomes, lilymhe, luisinhaoliveira99, carmenmmundt, isahernaez, carla.brocker
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francisca.cgomes fun w my sistaaa
tagged yourusername
username8 my faves reunited!!!
username14 so that’s where kika was going in her story!
⤷ username72 where are they
⤷ username14 pretty sure italy
⤷ username72 maybe the other wags and drivers are going as well… like they all posted travel stories within the same hours
charles_leclerc where’s pierre?
⤷ francisca.cgomes i should be asking u that
⤷ charles_leclerc uh yeah ok um so
⤷ francisca.cgomes you’ve lost him haven’t u
⤷ charles_leclerc phone died. thought he’d crash w u guys 🤷‍♀️😔
⤷ pierregasly soz mate, let me drop a pin
⤷ yourusername i told u not to get to crazy
⤷ charles_leclerc what happened to trust?!
⤷ username3 i- are charles and pierre there too?!?
username57 dead at them using the comments like their messages
yourusername my sista 🩷
pierregasly 🤍
username8 y/n and kika’s friendship is so cute, they’re so close 🥰
⤷ username71 kika defs likes y/n more than pierre LMFAO
⤷ username16 don’t blame her
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carla.brocker my favourites
tagged yourusername, charlotte2304
username88 the leclerc wags 🙌 (yes i’m including y/n 😏)
arthurleclerc 😍😍
username99 omg charlotte and carla are there as well?!?
⤷ username3 i’m convinced everyone who posted on their story is joining
charlotte2304 pretty girl x
leclerc_pascale mes belles filles ❤️
⤷ carla.brocker merci maman 🥰
⤷ username82 pascale talking abt her daughter-in-laws 🫣
username95 need to raid all of their closets
username7 y/n and her sister-in-laws 🥰
⤷ username85 u guys need to let go. charles and y/n are not dating.
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lilymhe my favourite people
tagged yourusername, alex_albon
username3 yepppp they’re showing up 1,2,3….
username26 goated couple. goated best friends.
charles_leclerc 2nd slide jump scare
⤷ lilymhe 😐
⤷ charles_leclerc i was talking abt alex!!
⤷ alex_albon thanks man. love ya too.
⤷ yourusername don’t lie. no u weren’t.
⤷ charles_leclerc ur right i wasn’t 🫣
⤷ lilymhe 😲
⤷ username23 i had no idea lily and charles were tight like that
⤷ username14 becoming best friends w his girlfriend’s best friend
username46 faveeee wag
username89 best couple on the grid
yourusername ur my favourite people 😘
⤷ alex_albon person*
⤷ charles_leclerc i thought i was ur favourite people 😔
⤷ alex_albon person*
⤷ lilymhe sucks to suck leclerc, i’m her favourite people 😝
⤷ alex_albon person*
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isahernaez vibras de verano
translation: summer vibes
username23 do we think she’s w y/n, lily, and kika?
⤷ username14 i rlly hope so, i’ve missed isa w the other wags
⤷ username55 y/n isn’t a wag
⤷ username14 not yet… trust the slow burn
username17 you’re GLOWING isa
luisinhaoliveira99 beautiful isa ❣️
yourusername isaaaa my love 💖
⤷ username5 obsessed w them 😭
francisca.cgomes 🔥🔥
username55 isa estás en Italia? 💖
⤷ isahernaez sí 🩷
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heidiberger_ 💐💐
tagged danielricciardo, yourusername, carmenmmundt
username4 HEIDI UR KILLING US
danielricciardo 😮‍💨😮‍💨
username8 dk if i’m more jealous of heidi or daniel
username16 ummm are we all seeing that correct… bride tribe???
⤷ username7 ahhh this makes sm more sense. they’re all there for a wedding! question is… who’s?
yourusername i’m FLOORED on the FLOOR
username99 we are getting FED this break
username02 need to know who’s wedding this is that it constitutes practically the ENTIRE grid to come
username77 so this is defs a wedding trippppp
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alex_albon ti amo italia
tagged lilymhe
yourusername hands off my wife albono
username80 best couple on the grid
charles_leclerc tu parli italiano?
⤷ alex_albon pizza pasta 🤌
username9 alex in his multilingual era 😝
username72 alex said mine not yours lmfao
ueername9 alex tell us why ur there?!
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pierregasly jolies filles
tagged francisca.cgomes, yourusername
username97 this is so cute
francisca.cgomes 🩷😘
charles_leclerc where’s mine? 😘
⤷ pierregasly you have plenty coming 🙄
⤷ username53 sir what do u mean?!
username76 these three 🥰
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joris__trouche nuit de liberté 🇮🇹
translation: night of freedom 🇮🇹
tagged charles_leclerc
username31 JORIS IS THERE?!
⤷ username8 charles cant go anywhere without his main man
username70 freedom…? u don’t think 😳
⤷ username82 charles is not getting married get real
username34 who is mutuals w all these people to come to their wedding like this is crazy
username65 looks kinda like a bachelor party…
⤷ username9 who tf would he be marrying
⤷ username16 not tryna speculate but we do know a certain someone was there before everyone else…
⤷ username9 he’s pierre’s best friend. you think pierre would let that slide.
⤷ username16 they’re adults 🤷‍♀️
yourusername freedom? 🤨
⤷ username87 this is all the confirmation i needed. y/n charles wedding is happening. mark my words.
⤷ username34 let’s get u to bed grandma
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yourusername girls trip!
username99 y/n living her best life
heidiberger_ u are everything 🤩
⤷ yourusername i’m in love w u
luisinhaoliveira99 stunning y/n 😍 best time!
⤷ yourusername so much fun xx
danielricciardo girls trip 🤨
⤷ heidiberger_ well it was for these nights 🤷‍♀️
⤷ danielricciardo fairs
⤷ username52 i- …. hen night??
lilymhe LOML MY GIRL FOREVERRRR BAEEEE
⤷ yourusername alwayssss loverrr
⤷ alex_albon 🤦‍♀️
⤷ charles_leclerc we told u not to get to crazy 🙄🤣
charles_leclerc getting wild?
⤷ yourusername not as wild as u have been 😬
⤷ username54 so they’re defs talking abt whoever’s hen night and stag they went to im guessing
pierregasly make sure u come back in one peace - and kika as well!
⤷ yourusername no promises pear
francisca.cgomes bodyyyyyy
carla.brocker so much fun my girl 💖
lorenzotl make sure to have fun and be safe y/n/n!
⤷ yourusername always am enzo 🩷
⤷ username74 stop it i’m going to sobbbb he’s such an older brother to them all 😭
leclerc_pascale ❤️
⤷ username16 just mother-in-law things
⤷ username92 get a grip. she watched her grow up, her sons are best friends with her. ofc they have a relationship.
carmenmmundt don’t want to leave 😫
⤷ yourusername literally in paradiseee
⤷ georgerussell63 joking right?! ur coming back right?! pls come back!! i cant handle them for much longer 😳
⤷ charles_leclerc i second that. come back!
⤷ yourusername i think u were counted in the ‘them’ charles
username81 i’m going CRAZY. I NEED TO KNOW WHO IS GETTING MARRIED AND HOW THEY KNOW THE ENTIRE GRID
⤷ username16 if i speak…
part 2!
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bl00dst41ned · 4 months
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✧ ˚ · . just another love song . · ˚ ✧
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pairing: jude bellingham x black singer!reader
summary: in which you and jude go public for the release of a special song
author’s note: since sza does not want to release the song i’ll do it myself (rumors said the song will be released tomorrow i can't wait) (the blue means the username is id'd)
faceclaim: @ronisia_mds (d’ailleurs qu’elle se mette vite avec Tiakola, j’en ai marre de leur jeu d’acteur)
yourusername
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yourusername diamond boy, why you so shiny ?
yn.fan the studio pic AAAHHHHHHH
craigxmitch babe who is he ?? 🥺🥺
→ yourusername oop- nellarose your “man” is acting up
→ nellarose waowww so this what we doing craig
→ craigxmitch wait- NO
yn_news NEW MUSIC ALERT I REPEAT NEW MUSIC
user1 y/n it's my birthday yourusername
→ yourusername happy birthday love
→ user1 OMGGGGG
jorjasmith you look gorg
→ yourusername thx i love u 
judebellingham 😍
Liked by creator
yourbsf hey pretty girl
→ yourusername hey lover
judebells5 what is jude doing here ?
→ yntheonly that’s what i’m trying to figure out
judebellingham
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judebellingham Golden Boy 2023. Beyond grateful, thank you to everyone who’s supported my journey until this point, can’t fully express my appreciation!
vinijr Belligoooool
trentarnold66 Man of the year 👑
toniruediger JB5 🔥
madders Goldenballs 🤝
yourusername real life 💫boy
→ judebellingham i like 💎boy better though
[Y/N’s interview]
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yourusername and adidaslondon
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yourusername so happy to be part of the Adidas family
adidaslondon welcome superstar (caught the wordplay 😝)
judebellingham welcome to the family 💎girl
→ yourusername 🤭🤭
→ judefan22 not y’all flirting straight in the eyes of the public
user3 it's the face the hair the outfit it's everything
sza the face card never declined
→ yourusername thank you beautiful 🤎
jude.fan so now jude and her are both adidas partner 🤭🤭
user4 how can someone be so pretty
ynsmainbae
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ynsmainbae y/n and jude playing in their comments thinking I don’t see them 🙄🙄 i know what they’re hiding
📍ynsmainbae yourusername I KNOW WHAT Y'ALL ARE
Pinned by ynsmainbae
yn.fan they look so good together
→ ynsmainbae YESSS !!!!! they need to go public already
lovejb22 they don’t even hide it anymore
Liked by ynsmainbae
weloveyn HOLLON- GUYS Y/N IS AT A MADRID GAME
→ ynsmainbae WHAT ?!?!!
→ bell_egg_ham i used to pray for times like this 🥲
yourusername posted on their story
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yourusername
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yourusername Baby, if it's OD, tell me, am I sayin' too much?
📍yourbsf guys it’s coming !!!!!!
Pinned by yourusername
hallebailey can’t wait for them to hear the song, it’s lovely 💕
→ yourusername i’m so glad you loved it babe 🥰
user5 not getting to excited, she might be lying
tyla can i be your diamond girl 👉🏽👈🏽
→ yourusername only if you make me water 😉
→ user6 AYOOOO
diesel stunning 😍😍
victoriamonet ooh she’s stunning
→ yourusername youuu 🥹🥹
user7 can't wait to be midnight
yourusername
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yourusername this one is for my one and only diamond boy <3 DTM is out at mignight
sza ooh you ate that
→ yourusername thank you pookie 🤎
yourbsf fucking finally
→ yourusername girl shut up and stream
yn.and.co oh MOTHER ✨✨
jobebellingham congratulations sister 🤍
→ yourusername thank you brother 🥰
user8 she ate i fear
girliesloveyn THE VOCALS ARE VOCALIZINGGGG
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judebellingham
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judebellingham all i need in this life of sin 💎
📍yourusername hope you liked the song babe judebellingham
yourusername i look gorgeous damn
→ judebellingham stunning, astonishing, breath-taking
jobebellingham wide back boy
→ yourusername JOBE IJHDCDSK
→ judebellingham what you akekekeing for ??
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brandogenius · 2 months
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mmmm i just had an idea for boygenius x bestfriend reader. Bestfriend is very photogenic, their pictures are magnificent, face card never declines, but….. they don’t really post on social media 😭 . WE ALL HAVE OR KNOW THAT ONE PERSON, they’re just so beautiful but they don’t.freakin.post. And when they do they archive it not long after.
So I would like to see your interpretation on how the boys are with having a friend like that. I can only imagine the shade they would throw😭
“Let me post this picture because SOMEONE doesn’t wanna show themselves off 😒”
In a photo dump “ Feeding y’all since @username is letting y’all starve.”
PLS I LOVE THIS !!!
‼️RPF‼️
not proofread - kinda rushed!
BLURB - the boys & photogenic reader!
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[phoebe]
“if you don’t post these i will i swear” phoebe gets SALTYY she knows that mini photoshoot you did in the hallway would go VIRAL. you’re sitting there like “ehhhh i don’t know” phoebe about to burst through the window “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW- “
everyone say thank you phoebe. say you are famous you rarely post fans look for 144p 2 pixels of you in the back of someone’s photos at an award show and that’s all the content they can get for the rest of the month.
so when phoebe posts her photo dumps and you’re in there either from a photoshoot or selfie or candid photo they EAT IT U P
[lucy]
lucy loves candid photos. posting to her story would be maybe a day out with you and you just staring out the window but it looks like a scene in a movie or a photoshoot it’s just flawless
lucy giggling to herself like “how are you so photogenic the entire time- do you have a 6th sense when cameras are on you?”
lazy day photos just chilling at either your house or hers and shall snap some photos of you playing the guitar and post them onto instagram and everyone in the comments will start crying
[julien]
julien is someone who posts photos of you ALL THE TIME she loves to document and post memories. whether it was a hike the two of you did or simply lounging around, she loves to post them and just go through her instagram with you
“it’s like a time capsule man. memories i cant ever go back to but have here on my phone” and a lot of the memories she’s made were with you!
sometimes you’d be out on a hike and take a selfie but go “ew- no” and jb taking the phone like ?? literally nothings wrong with it post it tf??? small light hearted fights, walking down the mountains like “POST IT” “NO” “DO IT NOW”
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rukia-writes · 1 year
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I has a Tesla, Thor, and Hercules request please? How would the boys react if their wife (female reader) looks like Rangiku from Bleach, but is a loyal loving housewife (is very flirty with hubby!) who is a force to be reckoned with when someone tries to take her man! Minor harmless compliments /teases she’s okay with, but when the lady crosses the line she will put her in her place! Is this okay? I hope you’re having a wonderful day!
Tesla, Thor and Hercules u say?! Who resembles my favorite Bleach character of. All. Time.♥️
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Hercules is so loyal and true, and getting this man to look elsewhere is just not possible. So when someone flirts with him it’ll just give over his head or he doesn’t play along. Regardless, of his lover.
Now! When that person starts crossing the line it’s going to surprise Hercules because he’ll mention “I have a hot wife and I love her very much. She won’t be happy that you’re hitting on me.” More than a few times and when it’s not clicking them and his wife starts putting them in their place, (because if they have Rangiku’s personality then the claws come out from time to time) Hercules doesn’t want his wife fighting someone when his heart belongs to her and her alone.
So, he’ll probably just gently pick up his wife over his shoulder and tell them “No, no. No fighting. That’s not the right thing to do-“ “let me K-O her!” “No, no. Don’t worry about her, I’ll give you a massage when we get home.” Hercules will come up with a great alternative to try to appease his wife. Maybe give her a little slap to her ass to drive the point that Hercules is taken, only for that to back fire when his wife says “Naughty boy.” Causing Hercules to blush. ♥️
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Thor is a such aloof person that someone flirting with him besides his wife has to be painful because Thor is silent the whole time. 🤣 so when they start crossing the line Thor will squeeze out, “I have a wife at home. Beat it.” But they are still crossing the line by flirting and so his wife shows up and shows her claws, Thor is like 👀 “That’s my wife right there.”
Unlike Hercules, Thor likes fighting and having his wife put that person in place makes him low key hot 🥵 “shouldn’t we stop them, Thor?” “No. No.” Thor just want to see how far his wife would defend him, gets So Loki just has to chill for a second. He’s probably high key enjoying it too 😭🤧. Having a lovely and loyal housewife like that shows her claws for him yeah Thor likes that.
So when his flirty wife gives him a kiss infront of everyone, that is it. It’s done. Thor probably forgets he’s in public and will kiss back (and do a lot more). (When a man’s blood is up anything goes and Thor is no exception.) this most likely drives the point home that Thor isn’t interested in anyone but his wife and if they try anything Thor is going to be angry and we all know that is not a good thing.
Loki has a story to tell his uncle when he sees him. ♥️
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Tesla is so hot 🥵 face card never declines
Tesla has probably warned the person that he’s married countless times, in German, French, English, etc. and has mentioned that his wife really wouldn’t like they are doing. So when his lovely wife’s shows up and starts putting that person in their place Tesla doesn’t want it to escalate to fighting because he loves his wife’s hands and body.
It also takes Tesla by surprise because it’s a side she doesn’t show often, Tesla’s busy with his experiments to notice. So, when he sees it he’s probably taken back as well but at the same time he really doesn’t want to see his wife hurt but he loves how outspoken she is, a loved the new side of her, he definitely likes it. ♥️ and once she’s done Tesla will call his wife his hero and carry her off in his arms.
“Now that situation is over we can go home real quick. Then we can get cozy real quick. Then we can have a few drinks real quick-“
“I know where you’re going with this. And the answer is yes.” “You’re so smart!” When Tesla sees that sweet smile of hers he melts while twirling his curly strand on hair around her finger Tesla couldn’t wait to get home. Thinking to himself that’s how you flirt ♥️ by your lovely, sweet, taking no bs sexy wife.
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So I saw you said you've been writing oddly specific headcannons-?
And I'm just here to say-
y e s
I would like to see them plz XD
-T
Omg do I..??? Have an anon..???? :0
HIIIIII :DDDD
The handholding/blush hcs were the oddly specific hcs I had mentioned— HOWEVER— HAVE MORE THAT I THOUGHT OF OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
Leo had a lisp for a while — it wasn’t very noticeable and he hid it well, but Mikey thought it was cool so he copied it, exaggerating the lisp. it became “Mikey’s thing” (as it usually goes when the younger sibling copies 😭)
Donnie doesn’t like grass. Not like plants in general- he loves plants- he just hates the feeling of grass. Considering they’re in New York, he had never really felt it until April took them on a road-trip, in which Donnie had quite literally hissed at the spiky foliage.
Leo will randomly sing/yell at the top of his lungs and will not relent until one of his brothers copies the stim back.
“AAAAAA”
“AAAAAAAAAAA”
“AAAAAAAA, THERE NOW WILL YOU SHUT. U—”
Raph has nightmares; like— a chronic nightmare kind of thing, it’s why he’s an early bird. when he wakes up from them and can’t go back to sleep— he goes to Leo. “Leo?? Why Leo!?” you ask? Well, my friend, Countless reasons! 1. Leo is the one who cares most about Raph’s fear of being alone, and I feel like waking up in the dark without anyone awake would KICKSTART THAT MF. 2. Leo has insomnia, anyway, and usually he’s awake when Raph has a nightmare. 3. Leo talks in his sleep, and it’s really hard to feel alone in the when there’s someone in the room being loud as hell. 4. LEO MAKES JOKES?? IN HIS SLEEP??? Raph gets to chuckle a little through tired tears, feeling more comfortable in his own shell. 5. Leo and Raph are constantly fighting for control of the team as leader, however, when the team isn’t involved, it seems like they can both just relax and enjoy the quiet. 6. Leo is the lightest sleeper unknown to man. Even if Raph just peeked through the curtains, the slightest fabric movement has Leo jutting awake, looking around before recognizing his brother, a tired smile replacing the shock on his face. 7. Leo doesn’t judge him or make him feel any less of a hero for having a nightmare. All he does is smile, ask “What’s up, bug guy?” with gentle understanding, and offer a place on the floor to sleep. THAT ONE WAS LONG SHSJSBSJBD
Raph has teddy bears. Many. Many teddy bears. I feel like this is mostly canon considering his frequent buyer gift card, but I just feel like it had to be said 😤
Mikey is FLEXIBLE as FUCK. “Psycho-acrobatics” is right.
Donnie offered to give Casey Jr. braces, but the time traveler declined, saying he thought they looked cool.
April, Cassandra, Casey Jr. and Sunita will sometimes call themselves the “protesters quartet” as they often go out to advocate for rights of certain minorities.
April knows how to temper chocolate. She rightfully abuses this power.
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silentxxsoul · 2 years
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The 'Season Sex...I mean Season Six' reaction dump
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^ Live look @ me, rejoicing my fruity lil firefighters are back on my screen
Last year my attention was divided by October Baseball and this show.
This year is not last year, and we do not speak of the Red Sox atm bc it makes me sad.
However, fantasy football is in full swing and literally all three of my top players play tonight, so this (as if it isn't already) will be a complete shit show of 911 feels and me yelling about grown men chasing a football across the field.
Anyway, quick top of mind predictions to look back on to see how wildly wrong I am:
Buck has dinner with the Diaz boys and laments about Bobby not thinking he was put together enough to be interim captain when Chris hits him with "Buck, you don't even have a couch."
For legal reasons, that will make it into a fic of mine (that will only exist on my hard drive) if it isn't in the show.
Buckley-Han family feels, primarily we get talking Jee-Yun and some good quality therapy time for Madney. I'm still firmly in the camp that the 'non spoilers' was for Madney moving back in together permanently, but I literally can't get Bobby helping May move into the dorms out of my head and y'all...I'm emotional.
Bobby already talked to Hen about the captain thing and she declined, but then reconsiders after Lucy's niece took her out.
Buck himbo moments, and the o/u of facts spewing is set at 3.5. I'm taking the over btw
So much of Eddie 'Heart Eyes Diaz'. Seriously, I need so much of that man on my screen. Especially with his smitten 'can't stop looking at my husband' faces.
HenRen celebrating Hen's promo, because they deserve all the fluffy and lovey scenes
aaaaaaaand now on to the *actual* reactions
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I'll be honest P!ATD opening S6 was not on my bingo card lmao
*narrator voice* Something in fact, did happen
Maddie is back and all is well ahhhhhhhhhhhh ♥♥♥
Driver Buck is back ??????? say less
The anxiety while she searches for the other backpack is killing me
Eddie back in action I just --
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Like, on one hand I'm bummed the blimp thing was that fast but on the other hand it leaves so much room for activities (see: domestic 118)
BUCK COOKING AT THE LOFT WHILE HIS HUSBAND AND KID PLAY BOARD GAMES I MEAN THE FAN FIC WRITERS KEEP WINNING
CHRISTOPHER LMAO
Seriously, like father like son. 🥰
I mean, this whole fucking domestic scene made my heart explode like, you're going to look at me and tell me that I'm wrong? Those men are married, your honor.
Wood chippers are a hard no from me, no way sounds like a good time to check in on the Bills game
WHAT A FUCKING TERRIBLE TIME TO LOOK BACK I REPEAT TERRIBLE TIMING WTF
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pretty on brand for 911 tho
Neither did I Eddie, neither did I.
Eddie is so over Buck's antics, I can't lmao
Like father, like clipboard toting-overprepared son
I could never have the willpower or patience to win a car that way, and that's coming from someone who was two seconds from torching my own car because it once again exploded coolant from a random orifice.
Eddie nailing the disappointed dad tone before wanting to yell at a bitch 😂
Buck looks way too happy to be toting a saw around 🤣
Y'all they weren't joking about packing in the emergencies
I love, love, love the friendship between Athena and Hen ♥♥♥
YES MADDIE OVER COME THE PROBLEMS AND GET YOUR HAPPY ENDING PLS PLS PLS IM BEGGING YOUUUUUUU
PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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(full disclosure I was pretty sure his hand wasn't aiming for her hand 🤭)
Oh so they hooked up hooked up and he ghosted oh no no no no no
Eddie sipping coffee like the little gossip he is 🥰🥰🥰
Also can we just salivate appreciate the arms on that man I mean wowwwwwww
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MADNEY IS BACK BITCHES
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So hear me out, Buck helps Eddie by patching his walls, Eddie helps Buck pick a couch by moving him into his house, sharing his bed, and wooing the fuck out of his husband
Buck baby, I'm begging you to stop while you are a head bc she's going to eat you alive
The look of realization on Bobby's face I'm crying
Anyway, I need them to have a serious talk bc Buck is clearly spiraling and oh christ the couch 🤣
Was that Eddie doing curls in the background ????
Yo you can't just have him walk around with a chair like that I need a little warning here
I'm going to need 8-10 business days to process everything in this episode, most centering around that dinner scene because aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
*insert buddie manifest circle*
Like I barely remember this all started with the poor girl and her temporary heart, and we went through a whole ass rollercoaster to get to the end.
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What a cliffy to end on WHATTTTTTT
I'm going to need 8-10 business days to process everything in this episode, most centering around that dinner scene because aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
*insert buddie manifest circle*
Like I barely remember this all started with the poor girl and her temporary heart, and we went through a whole ass rollercoaster to get to the end
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rintarous · 4 years
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as if! — twenty nine ( what are you doing here? )
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↬ what you want is what you get. thats how its always been for you growing up. but the one time you let time and destiny do it’s thing, surprise, surprise! it’s not how you want it to be. maybe you‘re just clueless on how things should play out without having it your way.
a/n: get u a mans who’d travel just to see you HSFHDAKJDA + bonus shit under the cut lols p.s idk how trains work (ranpo who) so pls bear w me haha
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you poke your head out the window to see suna near the school gates in his casual clothes with flowers on hand. he was on his phone probably trying to text you or to tweet his whereabouts.
“kei why is suna here?!” you whip your head towards your brother who had no interest in the situation whatsoever. “he asked, i delivered” he shrugs, plugging in his headphones. you groaned and rushed downstairs to confront him.
“where is y/n going?” “is she going to meet that good looking dude down there? holy shit is that her boyfriend?” whispers circulated as they watch you from the windows approaching the mystery guy just outside of school.
“what are you doing here?!” you hushed, lowering your head to avoid the curious and envious stares you’ve been getting. “to see you” suna says, putting his phone in his pocket. “when.. how.. what?” you spluttered, trying to process everything all at once. he came here to see you? all the way from hyogo?
“i got you these..” he mutters, shyly handing you the bouquet of flowers he bought prior going to karasuno. “i still don’t get it, why are you here?” you say as you accept the flowers. suna coughs before scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “because i hurt you and you weren’t replying to me” he admits, puffing the air he’s been holding in.
you felt yourself blush furiously at his confession. you held the bouquet close to your chest as you smiled up at him. “looks like you’ve finally caved in to me huh?” suna rolls his eyes and looks away but his red face says it all. “shut up” he murmurs. you giggled as you witnessed suna flustered right now.
“don’t you have school today?” you asked after a moment of silence has passed. suna nods, grabbing his phone. probably to check if the twins or anyone in inarizaki were checking up on him. “yep. i left hyogo around 5 in the morning? took the bullet train and now i’m here” he explains. “i’ll probably head back to the station around 4 pm so i won’t miss the last ride home” suna adds.
“ayo y/n~ what are doing- oh” hinata stops his sentence mid way after he sees the middle blocker he faced earlier this year. suna gives him a small salute as you smiled ear to ear. “tsukishima y/n you’ve done it again!” hinata exclaims as he drags kageyama away from the two of you to give you some privacy; despite the whole school was watching you right now.
“hinata can you please tell kei to bring my things with him when he goes home? i’m skipping” you called over to hinata who sent you thumbs up. suna looks down at you in surprise. “you’re skipping?” you rolled your eyes and slapped his arm. “well we aren’t going to let you waste your expensive ass ticket to see me right?” you suddenly grab his hand, “c’mon, i’ll show you around”
suna smiles faintly, intertwining his fingers with yours. “i like the sound of that” 
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“order anything you want, it’s on me” you say to suna as you two sat down at a table in your favorite cafe. suna looks at you with a look of bewilderment. “no i should pay for it, i’m the man here” suna declines your offer but you held your hand up in front of his face. 
“no buts. you took the bullet train here and that shit’s costly. at least let me treat you for coming all the way to see me” you argued. suna clamps his mouth shut and nods, grabbing the menu. “damn” he thinks to himself, secretly eyeing you as you were busy pointing to different things in the menu to the waitress
after your small date at your favorite cafe, you two were just now aimlessly walking around the streets of sendai hand in hand. going shopping or just looking around stores that caught your interests. 
“i kind of want to buy matching necklaces or bracelets for us” you say out loud, staring at the display window at pandora’s. “can we even afford them” you hear suna comment under his breath. “i have a credit card with me” you smirked as suna’s eyes widened when you start dragging him inside the store. 
in the end you got yourself and suna matching necklaces. the typical lock and key. 
now you two were sitting at a park bench, admiring the pretty view in front of you. “you didn’t have to buy me something” suna blushes, scratching the back of his head. “i should be the one buying you shit like that” 
“i don’t really mind” you shrug like it was nothing. suna continues to observe you from behind before mustering up all the courage he had in him. “hey” he calls, suddenly holding your hand. “yeah?” you gave him a look of confusion. 
“will you be my girlfriend?” he asked so nonchalantly you thought he was joking around. “what?” you blurt out, totally caught off guard. suna cringes at himself for being too blunt but tries again nevertheless. 
“will you, tsukishima y/n, be my girlfriend?” he asks one more time, fiddling with your tiny fingers and completely avoiding eye contact with you. “yes” you hummed. suna’s eyes almost pops out of their sockets at your answer almost as if he never expected it. “you didn’t have to react that way you fucking dick!” you cried out loud, smacking his chest making him laugh
your day with suna finally comes to an end as you two were now at the train station, ready to send him home. you accompanied suna to purchase his ticket and now you two were just waiting for the time to pass by for him to board the train. 
“so this is it hmm?” suna chuckles, looking down at you who was hugging his left arm. “look i’m already crying” you looked up at him with teary eyes. suna rolls his eyes and pokes your cheek. “you’re so dramatic” 
“you tell me then, when will be the next time i’ll see you?” you sassed, already getting upset at the thought of the distance between the two of you. “like i said, i’ll try to make a way remember? plus facetime exists” he reasons rationally like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 
"hmmph” you puff your cheeks, a habit you have when you don’t get it your way. suna looks at his phone and realizes it was almost time for him to go. he gently pats your thigh and you looked up at him with a sad face. 
you two stood up from the chairs and walked towards the gates. “i hope you had fun today” suna smiles softly as he tried to read your unreadable expression. “i’ll come visit you again okay? i’m so happy i finally got to ask you to be mine” he giggles, grabbing a hold of your hand, trying to shake the sad feeling from being away from his lover for a while.
without saying another word, you latched yourself onto him. suna was stunned and freezes. not being used to these kind of things. “hug me too dipshit” you murmured against his chest making it vibrate. suna finally comes back to his senses and returns the hug awkwardly due to his height. 
suna pulls away from the hug and suddenly kisses your forehead. shocking both himself and you. you let out a small gasp as suna realizes what the fuck he just did. “oh shit— i took things too far i’m sorry-” his little panic moment got cut off by you pulling his coat to bring his face close to yours and gave him a kiss on his lips. 
for suna, it felt like time stopped for real. as much as he would like to continue this lil activity you two are having in public, you pulled away to catch your breath. your face was full on red by now. “i’ll miss you” you admit, looking at your feet instead of meeting suna’s eyes. 
suna tucks your stray hairs away from your cheek. “i’ll miss you too. i’ll see you again soon” he cups both of your cheeks and gave you one final kiss. “stay safe on the way home” the way he looks at you was just filled with adoration causing you to blush harder than before.
how did you get so lucky to get him?
suna finally inputs his train ticket onto the machine and before you know it, he already boarded in. suna sat by the window seat and right before the train announces that they were about to leave, you sent him a flying kiss. suna waves shyly as he grabs his phone to send you a message.
🤍 :  i love you 
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malfoyfarms · 4 years
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St. Christopher
Pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.2
Triggers: drowning, domestic abuse/violence, regular violence, alcoholism, manipulation
A/N: hi lovelies, this was written for you because my page hit 350+ followers and “Sleepy Girl” received over 2,100 notes <3 u all
Christopher was a man who carried a child for many many miles even as the child grew heavy, never giving up. This man became a saint, and his image was plastered across items worn by travelers in all forms. Rings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, pins, sashes and even clothing.
The tales of St. Christopher necklaces were told in your family for ages. All surfers and adventurers who wore those necklaces were protected, always returning home. You wore one, both your parents wore one, and your grandfather wore one as well. It had become a right of passage, one that you intended to carry on with your children as well. 
You were on your way to meet JJ at one of the abandoned lookouts on the island, nervous as all can be. The blonde boy had been in your life for a while now, and had been your boyfriend for almost ten months. Your grandfather had brought up the idea of giving JJ a St. Christopher necklace, as he had become part of the family. 
‘Pumpkin, I see the way he looks at you. That’s the same way I looked at your grandmother.’ Those words echoed over and over in your head. The wise man had always been your favorite, and when he suggested it, there was no way you could disagree. You had saved up enough money over the course of the next several weeks and went with the old gentleman to the mainland to pick out a pendant for your boyfriend. At that moment in time you thought the hardest task would be picking out the jewelry, but now you realized explaining the family history and actually passing over the necklace was the hardest part. 
The pendant itself was silver with a gray-blue border, with a long leather chain, knowing JJ wouldn’t like the metal look. Something silly about it looking too kook-ish. The colored rim complemented your own peach hued one. 
You saw the love of your life standing at the edge of the cliff, looking out into the ocean. You took a minute to regain composure and breathe. The leather chain was weaved into your now clammy hand, the pendant leaving an impression on your palm. 
“Hey J, I’m glad you made it,” he turned around to greet you.
“You said it was important, and I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” A smile spread across your face, appreciating how considerate he could be. 
He could tell you were nervous. The shifting of weight from leg to leg, avoiding eye contact, and most importantly, the hiding of hands behind your back. You plopped down next to him, feet dangling off the edge just as he did. 
“Alright, spill, you look like you’re going to explode,” he chuckled. You looked up with nervous eyes, hoping that he wouldn’t run away when he realized what the token meant. 
“So, you know how in my family we have the tradition of the St. Christopher necklace? Well, it’s like a right of passage, or an induction I guess to our family itself.” As you rambled JJ went into thought. He had heard many stories from your grandpa about how he believed the spirit had saved him. “And I was talking with Papa about mine, when he said that it’s time that I gave you one.”
With that last statement, you jutted your right hand forward, opening your palm to present him with the necklace. A blank expression washed over his face as he looked at the object. 
“I figured since adventurers and surfers tend to wear them, you being both, it would keep you safe. Especially now that we’re on some treasure hunt,” you spoke as you looked away. 
JJ gently took the charm out of your palm and placed it on his neck, lying just below the shark tooth. He smiled, looking into your eyes. The gray-blue that lined the man’s imprint matched is eyes.
“Is this your formal way of accepting me into your family?” He asked. You simply nodded, pulling him to kiss your lips. 
Over the next few months the tale around the necklace seemed to have proved its purpose.
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When John B proposed the idea of surfing the surge there was no way JJ could decline. With the rare amount of storms, the thought of multiple good waves was too appealing. Of course you would have loved to join the duo, but you were out cold on JJ’s bed at the chateau. He just couldn’t bring himself to wake you up. 
They made their way to the beach, dropping all their stuff on the sand and taking off towards the water. The waves were angry, almost as if they were trying to knock the boys off their boards. JJ being the daring bastard he is, he kept going out farther from the shore each time. 
“Dude, be careful, it's getting really rough out here!” John B yelled out to his friend. JJ simply ignored him and kept swimming. 
Once he was satisfied with his location, he turned around ready to ride the wave back to shore. The surf didn’t go as planned as he was quickly knocked off the board by a huge gust of wind and spray. 
He felt his body scrape the ocean floor, while the current kept him tumbling like dirty clothes. No matter how hard he tried to swim up, he was sloshed around underneath. JJ could feel his lungs burning, dying for air. 
During JJ’s fight to resurface, John B sat at the edge of the beach looking for his blonde friend. He began to panic when his board washed back to shore without its owner. Trying to explain to you how he lost your boyfriend in a surge was going to be a nightmare. How would he tell you? ‘Oh hey Y/n, I uh, couldn’t find JJ after he went down in the surge.’ That was definitely not going to cut it.  
Next thing he knew JJ was washed up, coughing with a slight gash above his eyebrow, two yards away from his board. Relief and color flooded JB’s face. 
“Dude, thank god you’re alive. We’re done for the day.” JJ simply nodded as they made their way back to the Chateau. 
You hadn’t woken up yet, still in a deep sleep, when the two entered the house once again. They quickly agreed not to tell you about the little incident that had just occurred, and go take a nap.
As JJ peeled off his wet bottoms and replaced them with sweatpants, he noticed the pendant on his neck. St. Christopher. He owed the legend big time. He turned to you, chuckling at how you slept. He tried to squeeze in around your body, but since you currently resembled a crumpled piece of paper, he lifted you up a tad to allow him to slip next to you. You barely woke up, but you stirred enough to realize who was underneath you. Your fingers brushed his necklace and you instantly nuzzled to the boy next to you.
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The second time the necklace seemed to be looking out for JJ was when he had a run in with his father. JJ had loudly stumbled into the house, causing Luke to wake up. The man’s footsteps came barreling through the house to meet the intruder. When he saw it was his son, he was livid. 
The alcohol induced rage made Luke only see red. He littered blow after blow to his son, not hearing the screams coming out of JJ’s mouth.
“You stupid motherfucker, coming into my house, loud as all can be, especially when I have to work tomorrow,” JJ knew working was a lie, his father gambled on Tuesdays. “I do nothing but provide for your lazy ass and this is how you repay me?” 
JJ prepared himself for another kick or punch or slap, but it never came. He opened his eyes to see his father lying on the ground. 
He quickly picked himself up, grabbed a few things from his room and exited the house, making his way back to the chateau. The entire walk back he played with the necklace he had removed from his neck. The cold metal in his hand was the only thing keeping him semi-relaxed as he made his way to your house. 
   He bound through the front door, marching directly to your room, catching you off guard as you were reading a book. The marks that tracked his body were fresh, and so was the emotional turmoil. JJ threw himself on to your bed, dying to find comfort in something that smelled like you. 
You tended to his physical and emotional wounds as best as you could, desperately trying to provide as much security as you could. The boy looked so young and vulnerable as his wet hair clung to his face and he was wrapped in a quilt. You held him close to your chest, swaying gently.
“He brought me home,” his voice crackled. You let out a noise of confusion. “St. Christopher, he brought me home. Maybe not scratch-free, but he made sure I made it.”
The size of your heart had grown four times in size. The small necklace was wrapped around his hand, sitting in between his pointer and middle finger. 
“St. Christopher knows right where you belong.”
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The third, and hopefully not last, time St. Christopher had brought JJ back to you was the most defining. 
Each pogue member had their own intricate tasks on how to get John B and Sarah off the island, your’s being a distraction for the police force. The only specific detail you had to follow was the timing. You needed to capture an audience after dark when the lovers would try to exit island waters. The larger the distraction the better, but you may have overdid it this time. 
While JJ, Kie and Pope had been prepping the boat all day for the escape, you had been wandering the island looking for trouble. Within the time period of you being MIA, you managed to stumble upon Rafe Cameron looking as cracked out as ever. Bingo, you thought, time to light the fuse. 
Walking up to Rafe, you began to pester him. Talking about Sarah, cocaine, and how his dad wasn’t happy that he killed the Sheriff. Telling him he never would live up to the kook expectations. You tried to pull out every card you could to infuriate him. 
Now, hours later, and many many provoking conversations with Rafe later, it was dark and your time to shine, or die.
The police officers were trying to negotiate with Sarah and John B, but were at a complete halt when they saw you were being held with a knife to your throat. You were bloodied and cut as his knife hadn’t been an empty threat
“If-if you don’t stop all of this nonsense about finding my sister, I-I will slit her throat,” Rafe screamed. 
The attention attracted the cameras, Ward, all the deputies and even your friends who were waiting in the tent next to the police. Your panicked face had everyone forgetting about the two escapees. 
“Rafe, son, please put the knife down,” Ward tried to coax him. You instantly felt the blade tighten against your throat. Tears ran down your face, small cries floated from your lips. Rafe’s dirty fingernails dug into your hips causing you to drop to one side in pain. 
“NO! She knows the truth Dad! We need to silence her! I managed to capture her, aren’t you proud Dad?” You pressed your head back into him, trying to get away from the knife, but that action had backfired. He pressed his face against yours, getting spit and tears on your cheek. 
Something must have clicked in Ward’s head because his next statement saved your life. “Of course Rafe, I’m so proud of you.” 
As you dropped to the ground, you were surrounded by an officer, carrying you over to the group of kids who you loved most of all. You could only pick out one voice though, JJ. 
“Y/n, don’t you ever do that again!” he scolded while pulling you against his body. “I can’t lose JB and you on the same night.”
You gently giggled against his chest, trying to stop the tears and from flowing. You were too happy to be pressed up against his chest, smelling the faint scent of weed, deodorant and salt. 
“Don’t be mad, I had to go that far, it was the only way,” you wailed. The grip on you tightened as you felt Kiara and Pope hug you as well. 
It was hours after your parents and grandpa had come to retrieve you and JJ from the beach, and the two of you laid in your bed, refusing to be further than three feet away. Your stomach was pressed against JJ’s as you ran your fingers around his collar bone. His lips sat on the crown of your forehead. 
You broke the silence with words that echoed JJ’s from a few months before. “I did it because I knew he would bring me home to you. No matter how big the adventure, he’d bring me home. One day he’ll bring us home to our biggest adventure, but today was not the day. He knew we were still needed.”
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mikah-writes · 4 years
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nsfw a-z with joel miller
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I do hope you all enjoy! I worked very hard on this so please let me know in an ask or message if you’d want more of this stuff with Joel <3
Warnings: BDSM talk, various kinks and fetishes being mentioned, Daddy kink, NSFW!!!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Joel is a very cuddly person after sex, despite his outwardly exterior. You can find him snuggling up to his partner while leaving delicate kisses along her neck as they settle into bed for the night. Expect lots of soft singing and humming as he reassures you that you are cherished and adored by him. Especially if you two have done a dirty talking scene. He will assure you that any names he called you in bed are strictly fantasy and roleplay and that he does not mean it in the slightest.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
If he was honest, his favorite body part on himself is his biceps. He knows how much you adore his strength and loves to show it off in bed. His favorite part on you has to be a hard tie between your ass and your thighs. He loves how soft you are and isn’t afraid to cop a feel in and out of the bedroom if time allows it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
Joel LOVES watching you swallow his cum. He can’t get enough of it. A second runner up is creampies. Watching his seed slowly leak out of your pussy is a dream come true for him. Another contender is cumming all over your ass and/or tits. Anywhere on your body that he can get his hands on he wants to mark with his cum.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
One dirty secret of Joel’s is that he is a lover of feet. It’s nothing too extreme and he isn’t the type to sniff socks or suck on toes however you will catch him rubbing and massaging your soles a bit more often and somehow holding onto your feet while your legs are over his shoulders. He’s a lover of pretty painted toes. Simple.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
While his last married ended in shambles, he did pick up a thing or two on pleasing a woman. That experience has grown over the years with his small flings here and there with past girlfriends. So with you in the picture now, expect to have a very experienced Joel to guide you through all your secret kinks and fetishes.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
For Joel it’s a hard tie between doggystyle and cowgirl. Missionary used to be his thing back when he was a horny teenager but Joel has some years under his belt and has figured out what works best for him and his partners. He loves the way he can grip your hips and plow into you in doggystyle but adores the change of pace cowgirl gives where he lets you set the speed when riding him.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Joel is a mix of both. He can keep it together during an intense scene but if you start smiling and giggling at him (like you typically do), after a while he can’t keep it together and ends up breaking character by chuckling and asking “Darlin’, what’s so funny?”
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Joel is a hairy man and doesn’t see the need to shave or trim below the belt. He does’t expect that from his partner either. Just as long as you two are having fun and enjoying the moment, that’s all he asks. Pubes have never been an issue in Joel’s eyes and he honestly takes pride in the bush he rocks. Plus, who can find a razor during the outbreak? Let’s be real.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Joel is pretty romantic if I am being honest. He loves kissing you and looking into your eyes as he slowly fucks you. He’s much more of an observer and likes to watch your faces of pleasure as he touches you. He gets pretty deep in his role of being your dominant and takes pride in being the only one who sees you so thoroughly fucked after a session with him.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
While he won’t ever admit it to your face, he likes to jack off whenever he has the time to do so. Self pleasure is key. As naughty as this may be, he’s jacked it to the thought of you many times and even did it in the same room as you when you were sleeping. Before the outbreak, he loved taking his time jacking off and enjoying that post orgasm high. Now, quick and fast strokes are whats best to get him off and to stay alert. He doesn’t bask in the bliss anymore and tries to clean up as fast as he can.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Joel is an advocate of titjobs. While he is an ass man, something about sliding his cock in between a nice pair of breasts never fails to get him going. He loves pinching your nipples and loves to give your breasts a nice squeeze while he’s fucking them. He is a fan of bigger breasts but if you have a smaller chest, he will still love you the same! 
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
Before (and even now) he has always appreciated a soft bed to pin you down and roughly fuck you in. Now that the outbreak is here, he loves to take you in semi-public places. Up against a table in the lookout or pushed upon the wall in a back alley somewhere in the city. Nothing will stop him from pounding into you if he has some privacy and the time to do so.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Simple answer: you. He cherishes the time he spends with you whether it be in public or private. But something about your scent drives you wild. You smell so feminine and it drives something primal inside him to just take you right then and there. It’s why he loves to kiss alongside your neck and leave hickies there. He gets to smell you better and mark up his woman. Two birds with one stone.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Joel isn’t the kinkiest person alive. While he loves choking, spanking, hair pulling, and biting, one thing he doesn’t want to partake in is bodily fluids. Saliva is fine for him (given he’s thought of spitting on your face and in your mouth on multiple occasions) but urine and feces? Nope. Joel loves to stay clean and those two things are the total opposite of what he wants. Plus urine and feces is a constant reminder of how bad the world has gone to shit (literally) and he doesn’t want to be reminded of that.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Joel LOVES to give oral. While he definitely doesn’t mind receiving a blowjob, something about the way his tongue feels inside of you makes it so addicting to him. He adores the taste of your pussy and honestly cannot get enough of it. The best feeling ever is having you wrap your legs around his neck while he goes to town on your clit.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Joel likes to switch it up every now and then. When it’s fast, his pace is brutal. His harsh deep thrusts are hard enough to leave slight bruising on your thighs. When it’s slow, expect soft and deep strokes that make you whimper until you cry. Either way, his main goal is to make you cum so hard you forget your name.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
As much as Joel likes quickies, he’s a fan of proper sex. Quickies get you off but proper sex is irreplaceable. The sounds. The intensity. The love. The cute faces you make when he hits that spot. He cannot get enough of you. Quickies can’t give him the same satisfaction that real sex gives.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Joel has always been a risk taker. He loves to experiment during sex and what he can do better to pleasure you more. He’s an experimentalist at heart. Semi-public sex is very arousing to him and the riskier it is, the more it gets him off. However, he is NOT one to be easily caught though the possibility of being caught is what gets him going.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Being a seasoned man in the sex department, expect to go around for at least an hour. Joel is all about the foreplay and the acts leading up to sex just as much as the actual act of sex itself. He can go for two rounds before having to hit the hay. However, given that he is getting older, his stamina will decline slightly though not by much.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn’t own toys but doesn’t mind if his partner owns any. He’d honestly be surprised if you had any given the circumstances. He would use his partner’s toys on her as foreplay but will toss them aside once he’s actually ready to begin.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Joel is the KING of teasing!!! You’ve got to prove to him how much you wish to cum. He will edge you until you’re a drooling babbling mess. He will get you right there and then deny you and chuckle in your face about it.
“Oh you wanna cum? Beg for it then darlin’”.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He doesn’t get too loud during sex at all. Joel is more of a grunter than a moaner. When you’re gripping him in all the right ways. expect a curse or two to slip out.
“Fuck babygirl! You’re so wet for me. I love making a mess out of you.”
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Joel is a lover of degradation. He adores dirty talk and the filthier it is the better. He knows how it makes you so wet hearing his deep voice call you names.
“Does my filthy little whore want more of Daddy’s cock? Beg for it slut.”
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
Joel, to put it in words, is hung like a horse and he is proud of it too! Eight inches in length and he is very girthy. Expect to be stretched to the max with him. He knows how his cock is drool worthy and loves whenever you get on your knees and start to tease him.
“Let’s see what that mouth of yours can do darlin’”.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Joel has always had a moderate sex drive. It was pretty high during his first marriage but after the divorce and his ex wife leaving him and Sarah, it decreased severely. Now it’s starting to pick up again after beginning a relationship with you. He now has the urge to masturbate again and wants to be closer to you.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Joel falls asleep pretty quickly after sex. He will get up to bring you a towel to wipe off any sweat but after he climbs back into bed, he is out like a light! No waking this sleeping bear unless you want to be punished for it (which could lead to a session of spanking and fyi being spanked by Joel ain’t that fun given his strength but hey maybe pain is your thing!)
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id-never-letyoudown · 3 years
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Rare pair hell below (plz work readmore) part 2
Henry Hidgens didn't have the best childhood. Being shipped off to live with his aunt and uncle after coming out to his parents and then disowned does not make for a happy nor healthy mind. He was sixteen when it happened. His only light in those trying times were his aunt and uncle. They supported him. No matter what he wished to do.
He wanted to learn an instrument? Sure. He wanted to take up songwriting? Absolutely. Shoot a gun? You bet. And Henry was quite ambitious to say the least. He dabbled in a little bit of everything while he lived with them. It had been the first time he'd been allowed to truly express himself.
And they accepted him. Sure they had to get used to a few things, they'd sometimes use the wrong name-but they were always quick to correct themselves. And that was all he could ask for. His parents never bothered to try. Last he heard they were telling people that their only daughter had died and they had no sons.
Henry wanted to do big things, make a name for himself doing what he loved. And he just happened to love many things-and if you asked him he excelled at them all. Of course.
It took some string pulling and a lot of extra credit and the like, but Henry had managed to get himself accepted into a nice college outside of Hatchetfield. He never could decide on what he wanted to do, so again he tried a bit of everything that tickled his fancy.
He was particularly gifted in biology. Anything to do with the human body. And had a special interest in things that had adverse effects on them as well. Diseases, plagues-you name it.
His presentations drew a lot of attention. Attention that brought him to the door of the P.E.I.P. Not literally to their door, of course. Especially when he moved back and resumed his studies in Hatchetfield. They were interested in him. His intellect. And thought he could help them. The fact that he called Hatchetfield his home was another point of interest. And the fact that his last remaining family had died in a freak accident months prior made him stand out. A smart man who knew how to handle a gun and who wouldn't be missed if he should disappear? He was practically made for their organization.
Henry declined their initial offer, having just landed a position on a team of scientists currently studying a disease he was very curious about-and just so happened to be immune to.
He had made a lot of friends at Hatchetfield Community College-a few of which became his lovers. They would all go to the football field at five o'clock to catch up every day. Always. Henry had been a little impatient and wasn't as thorough as he should have been during his decontamination procedure one day, eager to see his boys.
He infected every one of them. And had to watch them each die, one by one. Comforting them while searching for a cure. He still visits that campus in the anniversary of the start of their collective deaths, because having to go back days in a row would have been too much for him.
He ended up joining P.E.I.P shortly after that. He wasn't at the top of their ranks, sure. But he was known as a good marksman and the person you wanted to see if you needed some special equipment. But his speciality was theorizing. Because he had this uncanny ability of almost always being right.
It was discovered that he had foresight. Not the most powerful they've seen, but a good asset nonetheless. This is what made him a valuable member of P.E.I.P.
It should be noted that Henry, though preferring very much to work alone, had grown incredibly fond of a certain general. The two had even-and continue to-hooked up on several occasions. Henry had gotten a little attached and was hurt when he discovered McNamara was marrying his good friend Xander-but he supported them both fully. The three do still fool around together and Henry even became the surrogate for their son, in exchange for "a bottle of brandy for every stretchmark" and "never ask me for anything ever again".
His time at P.E.I.P was filled with adventure and excitement. He loved every minute of it.
And then the fatal day happened.
Henry was well aware that they had lost an agent to the Black and White. But that didn't stop his curiosity. He swore it was like it was calling to him. The portal. He'd dream about it. Sometimes he found himself passing by the lab it was kept in and stopping for no reason other than to gaze longingly at it.
He didn't have the clearance to venture into the Black and White, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't come up with a good enough reason for he himself to go.
And then one day he just so happened to find the masterkey card just... lying on his desk. Like it was waiting for him. And when he grabbed it it felt as though someone was standing right over him. Just this great, overwhelming presence. But a... welcomed one. Which wouldn't make sense to him until later.
He had to sneak in when everyone else had gone. But once he made it, once he stepped into the Black and White for the very first time-he fucking ate the primordial pavement and cracked his helmet.
And just as the panic was about to set in he heard it. A man's voice. One he's heard before but could only now make out.
It'd felt like he'd been wandering around that great expanse of nothingness for days-it had only been minutes-but seeing this stranger, and knowing he must have so much to tell him, made it all worth it.
"Was wondering when you were gonna get the hints, Dove." The man spoke, wearing far too much denim for Henry's tastes-but somehow he made it work. "Bet you got a lotta questions."
"You have no idea-" where did he go-oh!
Henry's helmet was gone now. And he could feel the man's warm breath against his ear. And feel him right behind him. Practically touching. "Oh but I do." When he turned around the man was gone. Henry only had to look back to find him in his original position. "And I can answer them all."
".... There's a catch, isn't there." It wasn't a question. Henry knew he needed to leave through the portal soon, unless he wanted to stay there trapped forever. "What do you want?"
"Smart, Dove. See, that's why I like you. Straight to the point. You know exactly what you want." Oh please, it took him years to settle on a major- "It just wasn't plain to see. Power."
"Power?"
"Power. Fame. Recognition. And everything in between. I can give you it all. All you have to do is shake my hand."
"I shake your hand and I become a pawn for one of your lords, is that right?" Henry eyes him skeptically, but the offer was tempting. After all-
"You know apotheosis is already upon us. Might as well rig the show while there still is one."
Henry stares at the stretched out hand, his own twitching at his side. It was true. He's seen it. Several Its, actually. So many outcomes. So many branching realities. Lost when he woke up. But coming back to the surface the longer he stayed here.
"I..." He reached for his hand, eyes finding bright, apple green. He saw a promise. A promise for power. For the ability to set the pieces wherever he wished and watch them fall. For everything he could ever wish for and... more? More.
Henry wanted so much more than what he'd been given. What he worked for.
And just as he was about to lay his palm down he was yanked back. Something had pulled on his lifeline, sending him stumbling back.
"Henry!" The general shouted behind him, and just as he looked back, to give the stranger one more look, he was gone. "Henry what were you thinking?!"
"No..." Henry had to be dragged back through the portal, kicking and screaming. "No-let me go! Let me-" and then the crying began. He couldn't stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks. When he finally stopped resisting McNamara let him sink to the floor, in front of the deactivated portal. And the promises it held.
"You should have let me go." His voice cracked, slumping foward. Black strands of hair fell in his face, obscuring his vision. Not that the tears weren't already doing that. "You should have-" he hiccupped.
A hush fell over the room. An odd tingling sensation ran over him. Similar to walking out into the heat after spending hours in a cold theater. His hair, strand by strand. From root to tip. Began to turn a silvery white.
Needless to say P.E.I.P didn't let him go for a long while after that. They interrogated him. Poked and prodded. Took samples of his hair. Something told Henry he needed them to think he was just slightly unhinged. Just a bit. Just enough to get them to believe he wasn't a threat.
And when they did let him go, they called it 'retirement' and gave him a new identity. And a job as a professor. Just to be safe. So no one would ask questions. He wasn't particularly happy about it. And stormed out of the facility in a huff. During a big storm.
McNamara was right on his heels. "This is just a precaution, Henry-"
"A precaution?! Putting foam on sharp corners in a precaution-this is just-u g h!" Henry threw his hands up, already soaked to the bone. White hair sticking to his face. Damn he needed a haircut. "This is wrong and you know it!"
"You entered the portal without permission-do you know what could have happened if I didn't come back?!" He had to shout just to be heard over the sound of pouring rain.
"This place was like home to me, you know that-and I make one mistake and that's it?! Poof! How fair is that?!"
"I'm trying to convince them to let you back on, I just need you to lay low-"
"Lay low?!" He laughed bitterly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. You couldn't even tell the difference between the rain and his tears. "I'm Henry 'Hidgens' now! What the fuck kind of name is that? And sixty-three?! R e a l l y?! I don't even look that old! Who's going to believe that?!"
He spread his arms out in a wide arc, "You're all going to regret not having me here, just you wait and see. You're going to come crawling to ol' Henry Hidgens, Biology professor at Hatchetfield Community College for help one day and you know what he's going to say? Fuck y-"
Thunder shook the area, lightning lighting up the sky in a crooked arc. And then, in the blink of an eye, Henry was struck.
That's what he got for ranting in the middle of a storm.
Anyways, when he was given the okay to return home he spent months crafting his new life. Hey, if he was going to be given a new identity he might as well have fun with itm and he still had to heal from that lightning strike.
He bore a scar that branched like veins all down across his body. Staring from the left side of his neck, and down to his right ankle. He liked to play up the 'unhinged and questionable professor' bit a lot. And loved to pepper in the very real fact that he'd been struck by lightning.
Hell of a thing to brag about.
It had been nearly half a year now since then. He's settled into his new life nicely. Becoming Hatchetfield's known hermit of a whacky professor.
Lately he'd been having a feeling he was being watched. And sometimes, sometimes, he'd see him. The man he now knew as Wilbur Cross. The agent P.E.I.P had lost. They never told him what actually happened though.
He had just come in from his garden one day when he felt it. That familiar presence.
Henry set his basket of apples down. His aunt and uncle had owned this house before, and planted a nice garden-which had been neglected after their passing, but Henry was tending it now. They had a few apple trees as well. Henry planned on making a pie.
That presence was still there. Bearing over him. He didn't know if he was just being paranoid or hopeful or what. Regardless-he went behind his bar, took up his shotgun, and returned shortly after.
And when he did he froze. Because there he was, sitting on the counter. Eating one of the apples. At first the shock was enough to make his jump and aim right at him-not that it bothered this man to have a gun trained on him.
"Wilbur..." Henry didn't know what he felt exactly when he saw him, but suffice to say he was overwhelmed. He lowered his shotgun.
"Hey there, Dove. Ya miss me-"
"I accept."
"Whoa now-at least let me do the pitch!"
"You already did that, remember? And I accept, on one condition."
Wilbur's brow cocked, "Who said you could make conditions?"
"I did. It's an easy thing, really." He came closer, just as Wilbur hopped down from the counter. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey, sliding it over to himself. "Every promise you make to me, you have to keep. And, we seal the deal with a drink."
"You trying to butter me up with booze and apples?"
"The apples are a coincidence."
"A n d you're making demands of me? On top of pulling a g u n on me?.... You know, I think this might be the start of a great partnership. Pass me a shot glass-" he saw Henry pop the lid off the bottle and take a drink with hardly a grimace. His heart would have skipped. If it still beat. "... damn, Dove."
"So, we got a deal or what?"
"First of all, my line." Wilbur grabs the bottle from him, fingers lingering a few seconds too long. "Second, you bet your sweet ass."
They drank together. And thus started their partnership.
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ooohyou · 3 years
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Don’t get me wrong, I love my job. Cute little bookstore in a quaint little town. I love helping customers find the right book for their mood. I love showing cute children’s books to curious kids. I love talking with sales reps and figuring out exactly which new releases to order from them.
I also fucking hate my job.
It was ten minutes past closing time, and I had my brightest, fakest smile on while trying to get the last customer out of my store. No sir, I cannot look up a book on the computer if all you know is the cover was red when you saw a poster for it 5 years ago. No sir, “I think it was about the cold war and a detective who drank too much but maybe it was something else” does not help me at all. Look sir, all my historical thrillers are on this shelf. Does anything ring a bell? No? Was it made into a movie? You don’t know? Oooookaaaay then, I’m sorry to inform you that we are already past closing time, here’s the store number, if you remember the title give us a call and we’ll order it for you if it’s still available. Thank you, good evening to you too sir, goodbye. Yes you have your umbrella, it’s right here in your hand sir. Okay bye bye.
I sighed and gave my cashier the biggest eyeroll I could manage before locking the door and turning over the sign that previously said ‘come in, we’re open!’. I heard the coins clanking in the coin counting machine (do these have a name? I don’t know. Coin counting machine is pretty self-explanatory and I’ve never bothered to check if they were actually called that), signifying that Alice had started to sort her cash drawer. I would only need to take out the profits of the day, make sure she had enough cash for tomorrow, and send her home. I went through the motions mechanically, only thinking about the nap I was about to have in the breakroom. It was going to be glorious. I really needed it if I wanted to be alert for the night shift.
Oh, yeah. We’ve got a night shift here. It’s my store’s most… peculiar aspect. We close at 6pm, but we open again at 11, up until 5am. Then we open again at 10am. So when I said ‘nap’ earlier, I actually meant the first half of my night, since I am working both shifts. Yes, I live in my store. Please buy books instead of reading stuff on the Internet, I would really love to be able to afford another employee.
So there I was, counting money fully on autopilot, daydreaming about drinking a nice cup of herbal tea and hugging my pillow, when Alice said something that ruined my plans.
“I forgot to tell you, something weird happened when you were on break.”
I snapped out of my daydream instantly and shot her a questioning glare.
“Yeah, this old lady came in, looking for something about fairy tales. I showed her the section but she didn’t want to have a look there apparently, and she asked me about something from the back. And I was like ‘do you think we’re hiding books from our customers or something’ so I just told her everything we had was on display in the store but we could order any book we didn’t have if she wanted. And she just shook her head and mumbled something and then she handed me this pamphlet and I was like ‘okay feel free to look around’ and didn’t even look at the pamphlet before shoving it in my pocket because a kid entered the store holding an open juice box and that was a disaster waiting to happen so yeah but that was weird right?”
She had actually run out of breath by the end of her sentence, and I wasn’t surprised. I was pissed though.
“Alice for FUCKS sake. Give me the pamphlet, don’t look at it. I’ll write that you were fired because of the store’s financial situation and give you a glowing recommendation.”
All color drained from the young girl’s face. I wasn’t mad at her, but I was still mad. She was supposed to know the rules. Hell, I even had her train the temps we hired to help around Christmas time. In retrospect, it was a miracle nothing bad had happened.
Okay, I was slightly mad at her. But I really didn’t want to be.
I saw in her eyes that it had finally clicked. She understood the gravity of what she had done, and handed me a crumpled pamphlet from her pocket, making sure to avert her gaze. God damn it. She had one momentary lapse, and it cost me a good cashier. Fucking hell.
“I’m sorry…” she started.
“It’s okay Alice, you didn’t mean to. You were alone on the floor, she was an old bat, it could’ve happened to anyone. You’ll be missed around here, but please don’t visit.”
She nodded. She finally remembered the rules, and she understood that there was no other way.
I put the cash drawer in the safe while she gathered the stuff she had left in the break room. I opened the back door to light a cigarette. She had tears in her eyes as she exited the store. I gave her a smile and clasped her hands in mine.
“You were a good employee, Alice. You’ll do great in a regular bookstore. Don’t doubt yourself and avoid this street for a few weeks. Call me if you run into any trouble, okay?”
“Thank you for the opportunity, boss. I really loved working here.”
“I know you did. Now hurry home. Don’t answer to anyone knocking on your door. Be safe.”
She nodded and scurried away, her backpack bouncing with her steps. I crammed my half-finished cigarette into the already-full-but-I-keep-forgetting-to-empty-it ashtray and went back inside.
The pamphlet was sitting on top of the safe, and as I grabbed it I felt the urge to read it. Nope. In the bin you go. I was accustomed to those old tricks. First rule of working with my clientele is to know when you can’t trust your instincts because something’s fucking with them. Second rule is to trust your instincts. Confusing? Welcome to my life.
So I ended up sitting at my desk typing furiously on my computer instead of napping. I still had a few hours until night shift, but I absolutely had to start interviewing prospective employees in the next couple days – in the meantime I just had to hope one of my part-time employees would like to work a few extra hours. I just have too much work to spend all my time manning the register and keeping the tables neat. While the store isn’t that big, it still is a lot for one person.
I obviously had to update the employee rulebook as well. Just emphasize that you can’t take chances with crazy old people. You never know if they’re truly crazy or something else.
“Never accept anything a customer hands you directly if it’s not (real) money. If they’re promoting something, make them leave any cards, pamphlets, posters at the register. If you end up accepting whatever they gave you, don’t look at it, and come to me immediately.”
Yes, it’s weird. I know it’s weird. Look, I pay my employees a fair enough wage that they make sure to follow the rules. I don’t care if they think I’m crazy. I probably am. It doesn’t matter.
I pressed enter and added:
“If a customer asks if they can see what we have in the back, politely decline and offer them to order whatever book they need. If they persist, come get me.”
God damn it, Alice actually handled this part well. But she grabbed the pamphlet, and I had to protect her.
I don’t write the rules to make my employees better workers. I write them to make sure they survive. The main reason any infraction is cause for termination is that, well, it could be the cause for the actual termination of their existence on Earth. Getting fired from a job is a way better alternative.
Alice accepted the old lady’s pamphlet. It could’ve been anything else. A tissue, a cigarette, a glass of water. She unknowingly made a bargain with whatever the woman was. ‘I gave you something, now I’m free to take something’. Entities like the old lady abide by archaic rules. In a store, this is what applies. I lost a regular day customer that way. The poor lady was watching over her kid, who was merrily making a mess looking through the 3-5 years old section, when a young girl came up to her. “Look miss, look I made a drawing”, she said. My customer grabbed the piece of paper and the girl ran off. A couple days later, posters popped up everywhere in town for a missing toddler.
I was obviously pissed. I’d been waiting to see that little girl again and tell her that business rules applied only between merchant and customers and she had no right to force an innocent, unaware person into a contract. My night clientele is well aware of that, and treasure having a place to find literature enough to not risk jeopardizing the fragile balance between both worlds. Nonhumans can be facetious little shits though, and I’ve never seen that girl again. Some entities enjoy chaos just for the sake of it. This one just danced around the rules, grabbed what she wanted, and ruined two lives. My customer sank into a deep depression and ended up gouging her eyes out during a manic episode. Her toddler was never found, but I don’t think he will grow up to be a respectable, human adult.
I checked the time and decided I could get 2 hours of sleep before having to get the store ready for night shift. So obviously I went to check out who – or what – was knocking on the glass window near the entrance because who needs sleep anyway.
It was an old lady, her wrinkled bloated nose pressed against the glass, her skeletal fingers tapping against it in a rhythmical fashion that was getting on my nerves. She had piercing, blood-injected eyes that were fixed on me and a grin so large it couldn’t possibly be natural.
I didn’t have time to be scared, but I still felt the fear creeping up on my stomach, slowly making its way through my body. No matter how hard I tried to reject it, I couldn’t. Stupid human nature. I adorned my best customer service smile and walked up to the old lady.
“My apologies, you seem to be a bit early. We will be open for business at eleven.”
I didn’t need to yell. I knew she could hear me clearly in spite of the glass separating us.
One… two… three taps on the window. Her already impossibly wide grin grew even wider, revealing rotten teeth sticking out of black, putrid gums. Thick, yellowish saliva was dripping down in strands from her non-existent lips. By the time the corners of her mouth reached her temples, I was sure I would lose my fake confidence and run in the opposite direction. No matter how many times you deal with unnatural entities, being mere centimeters away from a nightmarish mouth full of rot and decay will shake you to your core. I tried to breathe calmly, being secretly thankful for the glass that separated me from what was probably the foulest smell I’d ever submitted my nose to, hoping the old lady would see me standing my ground and respect the rules of business. I could deal with her inside my bookstore, where she would be a customer. I just needed to stay brave and meet her transfixed, unwavering gaze. Her eyes were more blood vessels than pupils, and I found myself focusing on those instead of whatever was moving in her mouth. I did not want to see her tongue, not after seeing the state of her teeth. And I sure as hell did not want to see whatever I clearly caught moving around her mouth if it wasn’t her tongue. No, her eyes were scary but I could deal with them, no matter how unsettling it was to see them bulge in and out of her head in a slow motion, almost as if they were breathing. The glass became foggier and foggier on her side due to her heavy, animalistic panting, but I kept my gaze straight, only catching glimpses of fog and movement in my peripheral visions. If I were to treat her like an animal, I needed to assert myself as the alpha. I don’t yield to rude, entitled customers, and I wouldn’t yield to rude, entitled nonhumans breaching the unspoken contract that allowed them to enjoy my store.
After what felt like forever, she stopped tapping on the window. Her grin reverted back to a normal, almost friendly smile. She blinked, soggy wrinkled eyelids covering those eyes I had stared at for far too long.
“I guess I’ll see you when you’re open, then”. In spite of the glass panel separating us, I felt her putrid breath against my ear as she whispered her parting words.
Just like that, she turned and left.
Understandably, I was not looking forward to seeing her during the night shift. My regular customers were unsettling enough, I did not want to add the batshit-insane-nightmarish-grandma to the list.
I’m a business owner. The customer may not be always right, but they are always my priority. I will have to open tonight, because while some may not consider books to be a necessity, I guarantee you that it is vital not only for my business, but for some of my night customers that I open every night. I complain about my life a lot, but some of them face issues they can’t simply look up on the internet nor ask a friend or even a therapist. They may urgently need something from the night inventory, and I will do my best to provide it for them. I’ve always loved being a bookseller, but helping nonhumans find whatever fits their very specific needs has given me a sense of purpose I’m not ready to give up just yet.
I will open tonight. And I will protect my business and its rules, to ensure that I can open tomorrow night.
(Note: edited some words to fit in with the location LOL)
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in-class-daydreams · 4 years
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Parlay (Kuroo x Reader)| Ch. 1
Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)
Word Count: ~1,600
Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery
CW: Maybe some baby swearing, but otherwise none!
Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kenma Kozume. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma's volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay's stakes only get higher each time. 
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“Bonnie left her spot!” the girl’s voice was bursting with sheer panic as her roommate and close friend frantically flipped between security screens to avoid what seemed to be an inevitable death. Even though she was practically draped over him, he barely registered her full weight on him.
He couldn’t play Five Nights at Freddy’s on his channel now. Everyone had already played it a long time ago and he was sure to get some backlash for ‘copying’ other streamers. Still, any self-respecting gamer should have at least played the game at some point. Unfortunately, he’d had to drag his poor roommate into it, and it turned out that together they had the combined courage of a sugar-free gummy bear.
Kenma elbowed his friend in the side. “Shh! I know!” he hissed at her. (Y/N)’s clammy hands were clamped tightly around his shoulders as she half-leaned over him to get a good look at the screen. Both of their eyes flitted around the screen, focused on scrutinizing each and every visual detail. The screens were dark and his power level was getting dangerously low. He exited out of the security screens to slam the left door on one of the animatronics. As the metal door slammed down, they caught a glimpse of the animal’s unnaturally large teeth and the murderous look in its eyes. Quickly clicking through the security screens once more, the female’s eyes landed on something disturbing. She jumped and slapped his shoulder frantically.
“Close the doors! Close the doors!” she squealed. Kenma quickly checked on the door. The duck was still at the left door and it was eating up his power supply. He was only at 3 a.m., and he was determined not to waste any more power.
The in-game clock struck 4 a.m. and his eyes flitted down to his power level. He paled at the ‘2%’ staring back at him.
“Freddie left his--!”
Suddenly the security screens went blank and game’s lights shut off abruptly. The whole game went quiet as the two roommates stared in horror. The doors raised. Luckily, the animatronic was gone from the left door, but they were sitting ducks in that powerless room surrounded by robots with murderous intent. They sat in petrified terror as mere seconds dragged on.
Just then, the animatronic bear leapt and roared right at the two players, its shrill screaming causing their toes to curl. They clung to each other fearfully at the sudden sight. Soon, the ‘game over’ screen appeared and the room went quiet once again. The pair sat in blank silence for a long moment. After a pregnant pause, (Y/N), slow and unsure, stood up off the floor and carded her fingers through her hair.
“I guess I should get to class,” she murmured barely above a whisper. 
Kenma stared blankly at her. “Okay. Be safe,” he said robotically. 
She tiptoed around the house gathering her school supplies and made for the door a bit quicker than would be considered normal.
“I’ll be back in about two hours!” she called over her shoulder as she tried to hasten away from the apartment as quickly as possible. 
~~
‘Went for groceries. Be back soon. 
030’ 
    She had to laugh. Kenma had started drawing those faces to be ironic and poke fun at her, but now he couldn’t stop. Oh how the turns have tabled.
Even for someone as academically-inclined as her, (Y/N) was exhausted from her advanced calculus lecture. It was a class for second-years and older, but when she’d thought she could handle it. 
“Everyone thinks they’re ‘that bitch’ that can handle it early, but trust me, very few people are ‘that bitch,’ (Y/N),” her cousin had advised. Against her cousin’s advice, she’d signed up for the class anyway, thinking it’d be easy peasy lemon squeezy for someone who did so well in math in high school. Oh how wrong she was! Now she was stressed depressed lemon zest. After dragging herself through the door of her shared third-floor apartment, she was grateful to see Kenma’s cute note upon her return.
Five Nights was still running on Kenma’s laptop on the living room floor. That stupid bear’s freaky metal face grinned back at her. Rather than be stared down by an animated murder bear, she toed the laptop closed and decided that if Kenma didn’t know she’d touched his precious laptop with her “sweaty, unsanitary feet,” he couldn’t be mad at her (truth be told, he had a very hard time being mad at her at all). The damage was done, though, and the teen felt those unblinking eyes on her still.
She thought she’d heard some odd rustling down the hall where the bedrooms were.
‘Come on, (Y/N), it was just a stupid game,’ she thought.
Rather than sprint back out the front door, she decided to go to the kitchen and start on dinner. ‘Lasagna, grilled chicken, noodles.’’ She mentally ran through all the recipes she knew. They had Chinese food the night before, and fried chicken the night before that, but it had been a while since pasta night. Hopefully Kenma would come home with the ingredients she needed. She reached into her jeans pocket to text her roommate, but before she could, the rustling down the hallway happened again. This time, it was unmistakable.
 Her pulse quickened and she fumbled around for the nearest weapon-like object. She wrapped her fingers around a small metal water bottle. Sure it was only about 12-oz., but it would do. She steeled her nerves and crept down the hallway pressed up against the wall like 007. The noise seemed to be coming from Kenma’s room.
“They must have known we’d both be out of the apartment! They could have been stalking us for weeks, oh my god, we don’t even have any valuables, though! What would burglars want with us anyway? We’re in college and our entire budget goes to rent and food! I can’t die over this, I’ve already paid my tuition for this semesterohgodohgodohgodohgod,” (Y/N)’s inner monologue began spiraling into hysterics as she trembled outside her friend’s door. Her legs felt like lead and her arms were frozen up close to her chest. The girl was petrified as Kenma’s bedroom door swung open and before her was a massive silhouette.
Pause. Then she screamed a seemingly impossible sound to achieve with human vocal cords and started sprinting for the door. After nearly knocking a newly-arrived Kenma to the floor, she squeezed him in a vice-like bear hug.
“Geh--you’re crushing me,” Kenma wheezed. In her rapid rambling, he could make out the words “burglar,” “murderer,” and “tuition.”
The first-year patted his friend’s back gently to get her to release him from her crushing grip. She had an unnaturally tight grip for someone of her stature. Behind her, a tall, muscular man with unkempt black hair and piercing eyes strolled confusedly down the hallway.
The Not-Burglar raised an eyebrow. Turning to Kenma he asked, “You didn’t tell her I was here?”
“I did. She’s a bad texter,” Kenma replied while peeling (Y/N)’s arms from their spot stuck to his body.
“Huh? O-oh...my bad,” she supposed she hadn’t checked her phone since before her class started. She held up a finger and reached into her pocket, “But wait! I have this for you instead!” 
From her pocket, she held up a finger heart for her friend to see. The latter rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the smirking male before him.
“Well, (Y/N), this is Kuroo Tetsurou. Kuroo, this is (L/N) (Y/N).”
(Y/N)  seemed to have calmed down, because she replied, “It’s nice to meet you Kuroo-san! I’ve heard a lot about you!”
Kuroo noted the radiant grin she gave him and shook her hand.
“Same here. But I didn’t realize Kenma was hiding such a cutie from me,” he smiled that smile that made all sorts of people weak in the knees.
Desperate to avoid eye contact, the smaller girl’s gaze shifted around the room nervously before finding a target, “Ah Ken-ken! Lemme help you with the groceries!”
‘K-ken-ken..? Never heard that before...’ Kuroo thought.
“It’s okay, I got it,” Kenma continued putting away groceries and ignored the pout she threw his way.
“Kuroo-san, since you’re already here, do you want to stay for dinner? I’d like to apologize for jumping to conclusions earlier,” she bowed deeply.
“I could never decline a special request from such a--”
He shut his mouth at the truly frightening look his best friend shot him before interrupting, “Don’t be a pervert, Kuroo.”
“Ken-ken, you cooked dinner yesterday. I can do it today,” (Y/N) insisted, unable to successfully nudge him out of the way. Kenma was surprisingly strong.
“It’s fine, I got it,” he stopped his preparations just long enough to give her a genuine smile that Kuroo himself had only seen a handful of times.
‘Why is this girl so special to you, Kenma?’ Kuroo wondered.
“Come on! At least let me help! Kenma~  Don’t ignore me!”
‘Now this is definitely a sight I’ve never seen before.’
~~
After dinner, as he was saying his goodbyes and gathering his things to leave, Kuroo concluded that his best friend really had found another person that complimented him as well as Kuroo did himself. This was definitely a welcome surprise. He was happy for his friend, of course, though at first, he was puzzled as to how a simple roommate could have embedded herself so deeply into Kenma’s heart. He pondered that thought for a bit before having an epiphany just as he was on his way out the door.
“Thanks for the dinner (L/N)-san, I really enjoyed it. Treat Kenma well! He’s never had me meet a girlfriend before.”
Halfway out the door, he shot them a cocky, conspiratory grin and strolled out into the night.
~~
A/N: And that’s the first chapter of Parlay! It’s our first fic on this blog and honestly the first fic I’ve ever been even slightly confident in, so I hope you enjoyed. We’ll be updating regularly, so feel free to shoot us a message or an ask if you want to be added to our tag-list. Thanks! <3
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summary; jake takes his little brother for a heart to heart, and gives him some harsh truths.
notes; oh, y’all are going to hate it and love it at the same time. it’s painful but it’s the sort of pain that you’re going to love, and then it’s just suuuuuper cute.
warnings; none. just adorable.
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With a huff, Sam squeezed his eyes shut tighter to block out the morning light that was threatening to wake him even more. With a sigh, he rolled over to move his skin from the rays of sun poking through the tall balcony doors, feeling the warmth spreading across his back as he reached out, slinging an arm over your waist. 
Except, his arm landed against the soft carpet, one of his eyes cracking open as he looked around for you. The sun was lighting up the room in a golden early morning hue, specs of dust floating through the air lightly as he blinked, rubbing at his eyes and the pounding in his head suddenly became apparent. Taking a deep breath, Sam cringed as his throat felt like sandpaper, the taste in his mouth making him feel like gagging as he tried to come to terms with his hangover. 
Glancing down, heat crawled up his cheeks as he lay naked, sprawled out on the empty bedroom floor. Grabbing is boxers, he tugged them up his legs, his body aching as he stumbled to his feet to scoop up his jeans. Not even your bag or coat remained, and the house around him was silent, confusion filling the man and a frowned pulled on his face as he redressed himself. 
The silence was cut by the shrill ringing of his phone, and the pounding in his head only seemed to intensify as he searched for his phone, finding it sitting up on the window frame as the picture of a redhead pouting at him filled his screen. In his panic to decline, his phone shut down entirely, and he cursed as he tried to start it back up again. 
His foot was tapping angrily against the floor, the loading screen showing a small apple and he glared at the fruit as it seemed to drag on and on. When it had finally loaded, the notifications began to spring in, and he nibbled on the nail of his thumb as he anxiously waited for them all.
[Jessie from Tinder] Missed Call (3)
[Rachel from Tinder] Hey handsome, when do I next get to see ya?
[Jake 👷] How’d it go? You haven’t called me yet.
[Jake 👷] I’m assuming it went either really well or really bad.
“Oh, fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the text from Rachel, before his phone was once again buzzing, the sultry picture of the fiesty girl he’d been seeing on and off for the prior couple of weeks and he groaned, running a hand over his chin before clicking ‘accept’. “Hey, Jess..”
“Hiya, Sammy. Been calling you all morning.” 
“I know.” He spoke the words through gritted teeth, swallowing thickly. “I was.. Busy.”
“Are you busy all day? Because I was thinking maybe we could have a lazy day together, you don’t even have to wear your clothes.”
Her voice passed over the words in a sing-song tune and he winced, his jaw dropping as he tried to fumble for a response. “I just got dressed, so..”
“Well, I could undress you, and I’ll let you undress me? I know how much you like to.” 
She was baiting him, and he knew it, but he was far too hungover to handle this conversation with any kind of dignity and his head dropped back, letting him stare at the ceiling for a moment before he decided on his words. “Jess, look, I need to be totally honest with you.”
“Uh-huh?”
“You’re a really nice girl, and we have so much fun. We do. These past few weeks have been great and-”
“Oh my God, you’re not asking me out, right?”
“No!” He headed toward the stairs, rolling his eyes at himself from his outburst, and he listened to her chuckle down the phone. “I’m trying to tell you we can’t do this anymore. There’s a chick. Another chick, and I really like her..”
“I really hope it works out for you, Sam. And hey, if it doesn’t, then you have my number.”
“That I do.” He laughed, relief flooding his system momentarily as he reached the bottom floor, and he placed his free hand on his hip, looking around at the empty kitchen and frowning. “Thanks, Jess. Bye.”
Looking down at the blank screen, he cleared the call log, sending a half-assed reply to Rachel before moving onto his brother and trying to work out what to say. The blank message was staring at him, calling him a coward as he worked out just how to face down his brother, how to confess what happened.
It went really well. Like mind-blowingly well, multiple times. And then, it went really, really bad. Like Richter Scale 9.9 bad. 
Finally moving his fingers across the screen, he hit send, rereading the text he had constructed as the little bubble at the bottom popped up, the three dots dancing as he waited.
[Jake 👷] Okay, 1st of all, gross. 2nd, what the FUCK did u do?
He practically pouted down at his phone, brows furrowed. 
I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING.
[Jake 👷] Uh-huh. I’ll pick u up and take u for breakfast, and u can tell me all about what u “didn’t” do.
He grinned, at his phone, his stomach rumbling at the mere mention of breakfast food, and despite the twisting nausea in his gut, his mouth was practically salivating as he thought about the breakfast fry-up he would be getting within the hour.
You’re the best. I love you so much. I want coffee too.
[Jake 👷] Course, u do, I’m the best big bro there is. I need coffee to deal with ur fuck up.
[Jake 👷] Also ily2.
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The large plate was finally placed down in front of him, and Sam had his knife and fork in his hands before the waitress had even left the table. With a hurried thank you, he stabbed aggressively at his bacon, folding the entire piece up and eating the strip in its entirety, his brother giving him a disgusted look. Sam would have flipped him off, if there wasn’t a trickle of bacon grease dripping from his lower lip, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand quickly, chewing as he did.
“You disgust me.”
“Good.” His retort could barely be heard around the mouthful of food, and Jake’s eyebrows rose as he sliced off an appropriately sized chunk of his omelette and lifted it to his mouth carefully. 
“So, you wanna’ tell me what happened then?”
Sam’s chewing slowed, and he had to practically choke down the bacon in his mouth, before nodding slowly. “I kissed her, and she kissed me back. It was very, very nice. The best kiss I ever had, actually.” He glanced down at his plate, picking up a piece of toast and distracting himself by spreading the butter across it. 
“Well, that’s good. Right?”
“Yeah, it was amazing. It was hot, too, seriously. The kissing wasn’t the only thing that was the best I ever had.” Sam sighed, ignoring the grunt his brother let out as he bit into the toast, sighing as the tasty food touched his tastebuds.
“So, what happened?”
“I don’t know. When I fell asleep, she was all cuddled into my chest and we were happy. I was fucking elated!” He scoffed, picking his fork back up once the toast was finished and poking around the food on his plate before settling in chopping up a sausage. “When I woke up, I was alone. She was gone, and I had a text from Rachel and calls from Jessie an-”
“Who’s Rachel?”
“Tinder chick.” Sam waved his hand, Jake rolling his eyes as he looked at him and Sam felt silent for a moment as he continued with his food, his stomach finally settling as he filled it with the tasty food. “So, clearly, she saw the text, and all the calls from Jess, and she must’ve thought..”
“Thought that you played her, slept with her, and then planned to treat her like one of your other hook-up girls, especially based on your past history of ditching her for a hot night?” Jake subsidised, and Sam glared at him, pausing mid-chew.
“I was leaving it for a subtle understanding between us, but thank you so much for that ridiculously aggressive form of the truth. Nothing gets past you, huh?” Jake simply flashed him a sly grin, the two men continuing to eat in quiet as they considered their options, and it wasn’t until the plates had been cleared and Sam was sipping his coffee as his brother pulled out his wallet that either of them spoke again.
“Why don’t you just call her?”
“Oh, yeah. That’s a good idea. ‘Hey, I know you’re probably super mad at me, especially now that, like, two hours have gone by, but I do really like you, I just didn’t think I had a chance with you and I didn’t think to delete all my hook-ups as contacts,. But, now I’ve decided that I am, in fact, in love with you, so I’m sorry I’m such a jackass, wanna date?’, yeah, that sounds awesome, Jake.” Sam huffed, his brother staring at him with wide eyes and a soft smile. “What?”
“You’re in love with her?”
Sam’s own eyes widened, and he let out a long sigh, before slumping down in his seat, smiling politely at the waitress as she handed over their receipt and a card with her name on in hopes of a review. “Yeah. So?”
“You’ve never told me you loved a girl before, that’s all.”
“What? Yes, I have!” His frown only deepened, and he fidgeted in his seat, a stormy mood coming over him from where he had somewhat brightened up. “What about.. y’know..”
“Evelyn?” Sam winced at the name of his ex, but nodded, picking at a splinter on the table as his brother hummed. “You never once said to me that you loved her. Not even when you broke up. I know it sucked what happened, but-”
“She was angry at her fiancé for making her move across the country so she dated me, and then married him anyway. I thought it would be me and her! I really liked her, Jake!” The words were practically growled out, and his brother only continued to beam, nodding excitedly. 
“Exactly! You really liked her, but you never once said you loved her!”
“Never? Not once?” Sam clarified, sitting up in his seat, and leaning across the table a little. 
“Not a single time. You know what this means, right?” He shook his head, urging the older man to continue speaking. “It means we have to fix this, dude!”
“We do? We can?”
“You’re fucking hopeless.” He sighed, taking his coat and he followed his brother’s lead, as the two of them stepped out of the homey diner. 
“How, exactly, are we going to fix it?”
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Monday was screwed, Sam had waited the whole afternoon to see you. He’d been home, showered, and put on his best shirt, his hair flopping around his forehead in fluffy curls as he sat in the truck, listening to his playlist quietly as he waited to see you, hoping that you would pass by. 
He spent the time going through his phone, deleting his contacts and clearing out anyone who wasn’t important, his finger hovering over your name as he considered calling you, but he had to stick to the plan. The bouquet of beautiful flowers on the seat beside him forced him to do so. He had picked them out especially, spending over ten minutes staring at the colourful arrangements before settling on a pricey bunch of flowers that he thought were perfect. 
He had run over the speech in his mind several times, he had it all worked out, and now, he was chewing on his bottom lip and waiting for you to pass by. His eyes seemed to find the clock every minute or two, time only seeming to drag on even slower each time before he finally busied himself with cleaning out the truck of the car, and walking through the house, picking up the beer bottles for the night before and scrubbing the spilt lager from the floor.
When the sun was finally setting, he had given up hope, Jake driving him home as he gripped onto his flowers, assuring him that maybe you were just sick because of your hangover, and that he couldn't give up hope. 
Jake was right, he absolutely couldn’t give up. 
Not when he was this close to being happy.
Tuesday passed by in the same fashion, the flowers had been brought back, and he played with the stems gently, picking the thorns off of the roses and building up a small pile, until he stems were smooth and he had a small handful of spiky plant bits in the palm of his hand. Rolling down the window, he sprinkled them out onto the pavement, disposing of them quickly. His head snapped up when he noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye, sitting up straight as he gasped, but his mood came quickly plummetting down as he realised it was not you, it was simply one of the older neighbours, making her way up the road slowly. 
He watched her carefully, her husband locking the front door shakily before he followed after her, doing his best speedwalk to catch up to her, his arm held out as he neared. She had paused, linking her arm through his and pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek before they had continued on their way, and he waved at them as they passed.
His heart was racing, and his mind drifted back to you. He could picture the two of you together in your older age, looking after one another as you moved about the big house before him. The rooms would have been redecorated over and over, from baby rooms to kids, to teenagers, to teens that thought they were adults. When they were old enough, perhaps the rooms would have been changed back to baby rooms once again, as he revisited those years when he had grandkids to look down on fondly.
Wednesday was when Sam hit his low, the half week had pulled around and Sam had convinced Jake to message you when the middle of the struck. If you had been staying off because of your hangover, you had to have passed it by now, and you were avoiding him. 
He was familiar with this habit, you had another way to work and you had to be taking it. He had no idea how to find you, three days had no passed and Sm felt like he couldn't breathe. His flowers had begun to turn slightly brown on the petals, and the heat of the day and forced him out of the truck to sit on the front steps of the house because today was absolutely sweltering. He had convinced Jake to send you a text, something he had really hoped sounded light and breezy, the two had spent over half an hour trying to construct it carefully, and you had simply left it on ‘read’. Despite how much Jake had insisted it was okay, Sam could tell it clearly hurt him. Because of his own idiocy, he had now lost the woman he loved, and he had forced Jake to lose a good friend in the process.
He wanted to throw up.
He was still toying with just calling you, but now it felt like a waste of time. If you weren’t talking to Jake, you sure as hell wouldn't be talking to him, and you had probably blocked his number by this point. Jake had pulled him out of that little spiral by telling him to man up and stop looking like he was crying on the porch.
Thursday and Friday flew past in a blur, and new hope barely being enough to keep him cheered up but it was enough to keep him going. Jake had to drag him off of the porch when it had started to get cold, only the promises of a crate of beer and plenty of pizza had forced him up onto his feet. He felt like he’d been sitting in the car for far too long, and he looked down at the watch on his wrist, finding that Jake had now been in the pizza shop for over thirty minutes, and while they had definitely ordered a lot of food, it certainly wasn’t thirty minutes after being given a collection time’s worth of food. 
With a deep groan, he leaned back and kicked his feet up on the dash, resting his elbow on the edge of the door and balancing his head on top of his hand. Cranking up the radio, the same song that you’d first heard on your trip to Ikea was playing and he wanted to gag at the predictability of it. 
Of course, this song had to play. 
As if his week hadn't sucked enough already. 
Deciding he had most definitely had enough, he opened the car, snatching the keys from the ignition and locking it behind himself as he jogged down the road toward the pizza shop, ducking into it and finding Jake just as peeved as he was. Sensing his brother’s arrival, Jake glanced over scowling and shrugging his shoulders as they looked around the packed little entryway. 
Leaning against the wall next to him, Sam crossed his arms, looking out into the darkness over the evening outside and huffing. He just couldn't cat a fucking break, and now, even his cheer-up dinner was turning out to be a bust. He hadn't realised he’d zoned out until his arm began to ache, and he snapped back, looking to Jake who was hitting his arm forcefully. 
“Dude, why are you hitting m- Ow! Stop that!” He smacked at his brother’s arms, scowling as he turned to look at him, arms flying out to his sides in question, and Jake pointed back out of the window, across the road and into the dark.
“There!” He gestured, and Sam squinted as he peered out.
“What?”
“Look over near the little clock towards and the cabs. That’s (Y/N), right?” Sam looked again, his jaw dropping, a shocked mumble falling from his lips as he watched you walking by, your hands rubbing up and down your arms and you took up a slight jog in the night air, and Sam was stumbling over his own feet as he raced from the little shop.
“(Y/N)!” He watched as you spun around, shocked slightly as you looked around, before you spotted him, sending him a short wave and a polite smile, before continuing your way after watching him for a second longer. He was thankful for the late hour, the roads fairly empty and Sam made his way across the road in a quick dash, following after you and hooking his hand into your elbow, spinning you to face him as he panted lightly. “Please wait.”
“Sam..”
“You gave me your polite smile, and I hate that smile.” He mumbled, your face falling even further as your shoulders slumped, and you looked at him carefully before adjusting your bag on your shoulder, wrapping your arms around yourself in the cool evening. 
“You hate my smile?”
“No.” He shook his head lips pursed as he rubbed his hands together, trying to work out how best to say what he was trying to. “I love your smile. I love everything about you. But you have different smiles, okay? You have all these different looks, and I don’t like the polite smile look, because it’s the same look you give to someone when you don’t like them and you don’t want to talk to them, and I want to be someone you like and want to talk to.”
“I don’t get where this is going? The ball was in your court, Sam, you didn’t call!” 
“I didn’t think you’d want me to!” He exclaimed, the volume of his voice matching yours as the two of you stared one another down, and Sam narrowed his eyes, confusion etched on his features as he tried to work out what was going on.
“Why would I not want you to?”
“Because of Jessie!” He wanted to actually die, because he had never seen you look sadder than he did in this very moment, because you practically deflated before his eyes, and he panicked. 
“Who’s Jessie?” He shrugged off his coat, wrapping it around your shoulders and using his grip on the collar to pull you forward. 
“You’re cold, please put this on, otherwise you’re going to freeze.” He mumbled, licking over his lips as you pushed your arms through the sleeves, hs fingers moving down the front as he buttoned it up carefully to keep you warm, before pulling his hands back, respectfully pushing them into his pockets. “Jessie was this girl I was seeing for a few weeks, the last time I saw her was the night I left you to watch the sunset with Jake. I had a bunch of missed calls from her on the morning after we.. were together.. and a text from a girl called Rachel, I figured you saw them and thought I was playing you and so you left.”
“I don’t care about who you hooked up with before, Sam. I’m mad that you never called me. I don’t care if you used to be a ‘player’ or whatever, but I’m the kind of girl that likes to be with a guy in a real relationship. You told me I was special, and you made me feel like you wanted.. more!”
“I-” He choked, your gaze softening as you shrugged at him your gaze dropping to hide your expression and he whined, stepping into your space and risking the rejection as he placed his hands on your face, lifting your sights back up to his as he watched you carefully. “I’m in love with you. I’m so in love with you, it’s insane.”
“What?”
“I was a player, and I liked it. And then, this super cute nursery teacher walked by one day six months ago and I hit her on the head and at that moment I think I fell way harder than she did.” He huffed, your teasing smile at his cheesy words making heat crawl up his cheeks, but he’d started now, and he had to finish. “You’re so cute, and I was damaged but I don’t care because all I want is to hold your hand, and kiss you in the mornings, and attend those functions every year as your date.”
“So, why didn’t you call?”
He gave you a little smile, his hands sliding over your shoulders to hold yours, your joint fingers almost swamped by the long sleeves of his coat hanging on your frame. “You left, I thought you were angry at me.”
“I left you a note!”
“You what?” You grinned, one hand leaving his as you dug your hands into the pockets of the coat you wore, pulling out his phone as you flicked through it and opened the notes app, showing him the latest draft there. 
‘got a call from work, had to dash. wish I could stay, call me and we can do dinner or smthin. I had a great time last night, it was amazing.’
You held the phone up in front of his face, lighting up the blush he sported as you watched him read the words out loud, and he sighed, defeated. “I didn’t see your note.” He felt angry, at himself, and he swallowed thickly, dropping his head. “I didn’t see the fucking note, I’m an id-”
Your lips pressed to his softly, and he hummed happily, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer as you chuckled against his lips. Your hands found a home around his neck, and he pulled you impossibly closer, up onto your tiptoes as his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you as close to him as he possibly could. 
“It’s hard to kiss you when you’re laughing at me.” He muttered, only making you laugh more, and your forehead rested against his. He stroked a hand up and down your back, pecking the tip of your nose as he smiled, before letting you tuck your face into his neck, holding you in a tight hug. “You’re not mad at me?”
“I’m not mad at you.” You mumbled, scattering kisses along his jaw as you trailed your lips back up to his, Sam’s breathing going shallow and he let out a low groan when you finally kissed him again. This time, you weren’t laughing and smiling. 
Your lips were pressed to his in long and slow movements, dragging together slowly as your body leaned on his for more support, and his own knees trembled as he let his tongue flick out to tease at your lower lip. Tilting your head to the side, you parted them for him, and he licked his way into your mouth happily, little moans falling from both of you in unison. 
“Fuck yeah!”
You squeaked at the loud noise, your body falling away and Sam looked over his shoulder, Jake cheering as he held onto the pizza boxes, practically bouncing on the spot as he beamed at you both from the other side of the empty road. 
“Tell her the thing!”
“I already did, Jake!” The man growled at his brother, feeling you poke at his arm.
“What thing?”
“The ‘I love you’ thing- Jake, stop staring at us!” Sam snapped at his brother again, his sour mood quickly fading as he heard you laughing, your face burying into his shoulder as you held onto his hand with both of yours. He excused himself from you for a moment, jogging across the road to take a pizza from the top of the pile and tossing his brother his car keys before making his way back to you, holding it up as an offering. “How about pizza? And kissing. Lot’s of kissing. Maybe a movie. It’s a barbecue chicken pizza.” 
He shrugged his shoulders as you rolled your eyes fondly, nodding at him as you held out your hand, fingers spread. With a racing heart, he laced his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles before dipping his head down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Say the thing, again.”
“It’s a barbecue chicken pizza?” Your elbow dug into his ribs as you guided him back to your car, and he grumbled under his breath about the joke, smiling as you falsely pulled away from him, but his hand around yours tightened, instead, pulling you closer to him before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek, before raising up enough to brush his lips to your ear. “Oh, did you mean, I love you? I do. I love you, a lot.”
“I love you too, and I want first pick of the slices in that box.”
“Deal.”
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Day 6 Hobbit Plot Bunnies
Title: T’was Wit That Slew the Dragon
Summary:  King Kong AU. Dain is a movie director who doesn’t mind filming in the most exotic, dangerous locations to get the shot he wants. Thorin owns Erebor Pictures and has a habit of tackling risky projects, and making a killing off of them. Bilbo is a screenwriter fresh on the scene, and his friendship with Gandalf gets his script on Thorin Durin’s desk with Dain as director. His dream come true quickly changes into a nightmare when they land on Dol Guldur and a handful of cannibalistic locals sacrifice him to a red dragon. At least the dragon appreciates his dry wit.
POV: Various. Mostly Bilbo, but certainly a lot of Dain and Thorin thrown in.
The water was blue. It was more blue than he ever imagined it could be. As a writer he knew several different names for the color blue: cerulean, sapphire, cobalt, turquoise. Yet, when faced with the sheer depth of the ocean, he felt like ‘blue’ was the most apt description.
“I certainly hope you aren’t getting sick, Mr. Baggins.”
Bilbo spun around, squinting against the fading sun’s rays to face the taller man with eyes the same color as the ocean who was responsible for Bilbo’s current adventure. A smile split his face, and he took a step closer.
“Not at all, Mr. Durin.” He stated playfully. “I was actually trying to come up with a better word for the ocean than just ‘blue’.”
Thorin released a laugh shoving his hands into his pockets.
“And yet you’re our writer for this little production.”
“An opportunity I’ve been most grateful for.”
“So you’ve told me.”
Thorin’s soft baritone sent a shiver down Bilbo’s spine. He was rendered absolutely speechless as Thorin’s dark hair and beard stood in stark contrast to the pink and purples of the sky above. They were only mere inches apart now. A single step and he could reach up and kiss that gorgeous face like he’s longed to since stepping foot on this bloody boat.
The boat gave a little jump, and Bilbo stumbled to get his legs back under him only to stumble right into Thorin’s chest.
“Careful.” Thorin grunted as his arms encircled Bilbo’s smaller figure.
His heart felt like it was going rabbit out of his chest as his nerves singed under Thorin’s touch. Bilbo looked up to see he was in a perfect position now. Their breaths mingled, and if he just extended himself maybe a centimeter more…
The next jump by the boat shot Bilbo’s nose painfully into the underside of Thorin’s chin. They broke apart clutching the aforementioned body parts, giving each other a look, and laughing awkwardly. 
“I guess the waters are getting rough. Maybe we should head inside?” Thorin urged.
Bilbo nodded both simultaneously thanking and cursing his luck. Honestly, what was he thinking? Thorin was owner and producer at Erebor Pictures. As an emerging screenwriter, this was going to be his first big production. He couldn’t be developing crushes on the one person who controlled his big break. Something he has been telling himself for the entire five months he’s gotten to know Thorin. And to think, he almost said no.
Thorin opened the hatch door for Bilbo, and he took the five steps down into the common area. The crew was gathered around the massive round table playing cards and drinking as they have done nearly every night since boarding.
“Bilbo! Come join us.” Bofur greeted joyfully.
“Thanks, but I think I’ve won enough money off the lot of you.” He teased.
There were roars of laughter and verbal denials at his words.
“I’m still convinced you cheated.” Nori eyed him suspiciously.
“I’ll have you know, my mother had seven older brothers. It’s not my fault they were good teachers. Plus, you get them drunk enough, and they don’t notice you sneaking a few cards under the table.”
Thorin’s chuckles were heavy and close enough to ruffle the curls around his right ear. Bilbo didn’t put up much resistance as he was pulled away from the mirth at the table and Nori’s shouts of ‘thieving writers’ following them. They walked to the other end before taking the staircase that led up to the next level. Balin, Dain, and Dwalin were already there huddled around Balin’s iPad.
“Thorin! Mr. Baggins! Good of you to join us.” Dain grinned being the first to notice them.
“Not to sound too much like a child on a car trip, but are we there yet?” Bilbo sighed as he flopped down on the U-shaped couch.
“Dain seems to think we’ll arrive by tomorrow.” Dwalin informed him, leaning back with his arms crossed.
“Good. And the cast?” Thorin questioned sitting much more gracefully beside Bilbo.
“Should be about four to five days behind us.” Balin answered.
“Excellent.” Thorin nodded.
His arm slipped seamlessly behind Bilbo’s head, and the writer had to force his body to remain natural and not lean back too enthusiastically. Even if Thorin’s fingers were ghosting the edge of his curls.
It was still a little surreal to be thinking in a matter of days they would actually be working on a movie that Bilbo wrote. He never once thought he’d get to this point. Hamlet, Beowulf, Jane Eyre, these were the works that had inspired Bilbo in his secondary years to put some serious thought into becoming a writer. He had always wanted to leave behind a literary classic that’s language and prose would be talked about in future literature classes. 
Unfortunately, he was growing up in a generation that was losing interest more and more in the written word. He can specifically remember his university advisor telling him that if he wanted to see any shot of success, he better hope his work gets picked up in film or play. So he made the choice to be a screenwriter. His specialty was in dialogue anyways, so he could easily leave a legacy in clever word play. Sure, it was more underappreciated than being an author, but in the end he just wanted to see something of his become immortalized.
He had written tales of hobbits riddling with dragons, Arthurian legends full of heroic deeds, and gorgeous remakes of old fairy tales. However, in his fifteen year career, if he could call it that, he couldn’t get a single studio interested. Gandalf, his agent and dear friend of the family, had asked him to make something with a little more action and humor pertaining to this era. So he wrote El Dorado. A story of two friends who accidentally stowed away on Cortes’ ship, and end up discovering the city of gold before him.
It was certainly what Gandalf had asked him for, and he had even simplified the language to allow it to be marketed to children, thus increasing his reach. He never once thought this slapshot work would get picked over what he considered his masterpieces. He had almost declined Thorin’s offer on principle alone. Being where he was now though, he was extremely glad he hadn’t.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but how did you find this place again, Dain?” Bilbo questioned curiously.
“Dain served in the navy.” Thorin murmured in his ear.
“Aye.” Dain agreed looking between the two of them curiously. “I was always impressed to learn there were still undiscovered islands out there. So I made notes on which ones to go back to explore later. It’s really come in handy as a director.”
Bilbo’s brows furrowed. “So if they’re undiscovered, how do you know they’re...you know, safe?”
“Well that’s why we’re getting here before the others!” Dain bellowed.
Bilbo shifted in his seat as his imagination ran away with images of being mauled by tigers or other such beasts.
“Don’t worry, nothing’s going to happen.” Thorin eased, his hand giving his shoulder a small squeeze.
Bilbo felt the weight of others’ gazes at the comforting gesture. The privacy from earlier was now lacking, and Bilbo found himself irrationally uncomfortable with Thorin’s forwardness. After all, he was supposed to be a professional. He jumped up afraid that if his face got any redder, he would have to blame it on the sun. He gave a large stretch backtracking towards the staircase.
“Well, I should probably go to bed. Big day tomorrow.” He excused himself.
Dain and Dwalin looked amused. Balin was sympathetic, and Bilbo tried not to think too hard on Thorin’s disappointed face. They all bid him good night, and Bilbo retreated to his room. There would be plenty of time to explore the budding relationship he was creating with Thorin later. Dol Guldur awaited them on the morn.
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