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blnk338 · 2 years

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COD Headcanons!!

Pt 2 b/c you guys loved these sm

Relationship hcs!!

Price:

Good chef, GREAT at bbq

Taps his phone screen too hard and squints at it

Googled “Pegging” because Soap told him to

Regrets it dearly

“I’m just going to rest my eyes” and falls into comatose for 8-10 years

Was the best man at Laswell’s wedding and still cries today thinking about it

Does the dad-sneeze thing

Supporter of small businesses

Vanilla > chocolate ice cream will get into a heated argument over this

Will put on a 19th-century oil tycoon accent when asking questions about technology to make light of the situation

This started when he didn’t know how to change the wallpaper on his iPhone

Laswell does an incredible impression of his impression

Crazy emetophobia

HOLIDAY DAD! Absolutely shite with gifts but will wake up at 3 am to set up everything and give you a good holiday

Very comfortable in his masculinity from raising two daughters, made sure to teach himself how to raise them to be smart and safe, and actively does his best to keep himself in check and support the women in his life

Ultimate straight ally

His oldest, 15, made him and her little sister go to pride and he voluntarily wore a shirt that said “free dad hugs”

Gaz:

Got Price to say “Girl trust you will be dealt with” and had to get Soap to punch him so he could breathe again

Fluent in French!

Bisexual w/ a preference for women

Needs two triple-shot espressos every morning

Hates oat milk; thinks it's grainy

Is lactose intolerant though

But he’s not the shit-your-brains-out lactose intolerant, he’s the wallow-in-pain-on-the-bathroom-floor-for-eighty-minutes lactose intolerant

Turkey hater. Not the animal, the food. Thinks it’s dry and flavorless

Okayish cook, phenomenal baker.

Will leave baked goods in the sergeant's/lieutenant's and captain's offices/breakrooms and act surprised when he sees the plate of freshly baked brownies

Tried smoking weed, hated it.

Middle child of an older sister and a younger brother

Didn’t like The Office

Soap:

Can make balloon animals out of anything balloon-like (condoms included)

Has a TikTok, makes TikTok references

Loves cats and dogs equally, but had only dogs growing up so he’s not really sure how to deal with cats

In a constant state of "trying his best"

Dick stick-n-poke tattoo on his calf

30-minute night routine

Double exfoliates

Disgusted at Ghost’s hygiene

Loves the holidays; this man goes fucking insane for Christmas lights and his house is the biggest source of light pollution in the entirety of the UK

RELIGIOUSLY a supporter of small businesses. Loves little family-run stores and buys local produce/groceries all the time

Highlighter kid in grade school

Blamed a fart on Gaz and asked him if he was feeling “Gazzy” (Garrick smacked the shit out of him)

Makes gagging noises over comms to fuck with Price

Knows what kinning is, kins Rainbow Dash

ADHD

Coffee does the opposite for him; he’ll be bouncing off the walls and you’ll hand him a double shot espresso and he’s calm as all fuck

GREAT AT READING SOCIAL CUES THOUGH

Really knows how to read body language and will step back if anyone gets uncomfortable

Youngest of 3 brothers and one older sister (she’s second to oldest amongst his siblings)

König:

Will literally sit at home in full tactical gear

Chess master

Loves horror movies but gets super scared

Likes Scrabble

Bug kid!!!!!

Hates birds. No one knows why.

Doesn’t drink, prefers virgin versions of alcohol

Drunk König is a sad König

Wore headgear because of his teeth when he was in middle school

Favorite color is yellow but does love green!

Will accidentally man-handle people because he forgets his strength

Always so terribly sorry about it

Ghost:

Has had his license revoked an uncountable number of times (currently does not have a license)

Drives

No rizz

Horrifyingly good aim with anything and everything. Will chuck trash across the house and somehow land it in the bin

Will lean his head down slightly if someone he respects (and is shorter than him) is talking

One of those dog people that’s like “I fucking hate cats.” And then you find them napping together, and he’s carrying the cat in the hood of his jacket, and he sneaking them treats, and he’s talking to them in a baby voice…

Wins staring contests, always

Knows his staring is bad, but doesn’t really do anything to change it

Speaking of which, he’s got a horrible German stare (google it)

Spaces out and sways side to side slightly, unaware that he’s been glaring lasers into an unsuspecting private for like a solid forty seconds.

Doesn’t know what kinning is but would kin Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes

Likes sensory toys but will never buy one because he thinks they’re too obvious.

Really wants a sensory slug

Definitely the jealous type but will not say a single fucking word

Soft spot for animals and young children

Likes drinking for a buzz, but will easily stop himself. He doesn’t like being unaware of his surroundings

Edibles > mass amounts of alcohol

Little fidgeting -> rubbing his thumb across the side of his index finger, squeezing his hands, twitching his feet but not enough to tap them, playing with the hems of stuff

Mirrors in his house are covered/removed

Wants a pet but won’t get one because he doesn’t like the idea of something relying on him, only to abandon them or discard them. He’s away for work often so it’s not like they would be taken care of

Doesn’t actively seek partners because he doesn’t think he’s worth it

Behind the confident, stoic attitude, he’s a man who doesn’t value himself and therefore, if he does have feelings for anyone, doesn’t put in the effort to pursue them or he tries to kill the warm feelings in him.

Better to be alone than to hurt someone he cares about

Graves:

Screams at Football (US) games

Thinks he can out-grill Price; cannot.

Lost his kids in the divorce

Thinks no-sock loafers are the way to go

Doesn’t wear socks that much, actually

Can’t handle spice

Mint n’ chip ice cream kinda guy

Fav beer is Natty Lit

Likes egg salad

Dog guy

Divorced twice, btw

“But if the roles were reversed…”

Doesn’t have a problem with climate change, and thinks that the weather is getting nicer so, if anything, the climate is just getting better

Uses Crest toothpaste

Left-handed and makes a big deal out of it

Gets really up in the ass about calling soccer “football” (not ironically)

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pedroschka · 2 years

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Make a wish

Joseph Quinn X reader

A/n: we all gonna pretend that Joe's birthday was not a week ago ok? Ok.

(@ghostinthebackofyourhead there you go love , fluff served on a silver platter for you )

slouching down the stairs to the kitchen, stopping midway to let out a loud yawn while stretching his arms out wide, shuddering when he hears his bones crack. He felt old today.

hearing his bare feet against the wooden floor you quickly finished the last touches on your work in front of you before swirling around triumphantly

"Happy birthday!"

Watching him rub his eyes and a sleepy smile growing on his face he shuffles towards you and gives you a quick kiss before looking down at the cupcake in your outstretched hands, garnished with slightly wonky white frosting with rainbow sprinkles all over it and a candle stuck into it

"Go on blow it out and make a wish! " swaying back and forth on your feet, clearly way more excited over this day than he was

"I don't wanna blow my morning breath in your face " he scrunched his nose in disgust

You rolled your eyes at him, but grabbed a paper plate from behind you and hold it up behind the candle with your face now half-hidden behind it

"Better?!"

After a second of consideration, he closed his eyes and blows out the candle before opening them again

"Thanks love" he grabbed the plate from you and placed another small kiss on your lips

"Want me to sing happy birthday for you?!" you joked, knowing your singing abilities resemble more of a crying cat

" Please don't" he faked a painful expression but his eyes crinkled at the sides in amusement

"No, I think I should" you took a deep breath but just as the first note escaped your lips, half of the cupcake was stuffed into your mouth

You choked out a surprised laugh but start munching on your freshly baked cupcake, humming and giving Joe two thumbs up

Giving in he stuffs the other half into his mouth as well and nods in agreement before starting to make both of you coffee, finishing it off with a slosh of oat milk

But just as he wanted to take the first sip your hand stopped in front of his lips

"Nuh uh, you forgot something" and holding up another candle and making a move to stick it into his coffee

"Fuck off you're not putting a candle in my coffee" scandalized he holds the cup away from you, twirling around when you keep trying and at the end holding it above his head, out of your reach

" Ok I won't put it in your coffee"

skeptical he raised his brows at you but slowly lowered the cup again but due to his still decaffeinated state he wasn't able to react fast enough when you jumped back in action and holding the candle now millimeters above the coffee and flicking it on

" Make a wish Joe, only 27 to go "

"you're ridiculous" defeated he slumped his shoulders and blew out the candle, not even caring anymore if you get a full load of his morning breath now

---

After he got his coffee and fully awakened he lost his slight grumpiness and let you stick a candle happily in every meal throughout the day. from the second cupcake to his pasta at lunch, another cupcake, and even his tea.

Seeing Your face brightening up every time he 'made a wish', understanding how important this day was for you and how you wanted to show, in your own annoying way, how appreciated his existence was for you.

when you were meeting up with friends in the evening to celebrate his birthday you ordered a round of drinks but before anyone could take a sip you screamed "stop" and searched in your little bag before holding up the last candle and a lighter in your hands. Expressions turned from horror to confusion and then like everyone got the same idea the group started singing a very out-of-tune happy birthday for him while you lit up the candle and held it above his drink, looking at him expectantly.

Joe felt his ears getting warm from all the attention, not a big fan of all the stares they were receiving from the other guests but still tried to show his appreciation, except when Wesley, his best mate, started howling the last verse loudly into his ear and he shoves him away, laughing, before covering his mouth with his hand.

blowing out the 29th candle while his friends cheered him on.

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Laying in bed later that night, you cuddled up to his side, sliding your cold feet up and down his leg to warm them up

"Did you liked your birthday?" A mischievous grin spreads over your lips

"hmm, You really outdid yourself today "

"I know I'm very proud of myself too, really tried my best to be the most annoying version of myself to express my love for you"

" You sure did " placing a small kiss on your forehead before slightly shoving your foot away

"Love you too…now put on some bloody socks"

(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joe quinn #joe quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fluff #joe quinn fluff #fluff #fanfic #fanfiction

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jujutsubaby · 7 months

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The coffee break concept is sooooo adorable I am obsessed!!

From Pochita's, can I order a matcha latte with oat milk and a mochi donut?

a/n: thanks for your ask cutie ❣️ another matcha latte with oat milk lover i see… bee tee dubs my cat’s name is mochi 😻 hope u enjoy n i hope u had fun participating hehe ~

⭐️ WELCOME TO POCHITA'S ! ⭐️

🤍 PAIRING. himeno

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.1k

you look at your watch. 9:34. 26 more minutes of your break. the weather outside was gorgeous and the cafe wasn’t as crowded as it usually is. probably because it’s the weekend, but nonetheless, you use this as a prime opportunity to make yourself a matcha latte with oatmilk and head outside to make progress on the book you were reading. hm, maybe a mochi donut wouldn’t hurt either.

you loved working as a barista here, and you wouldn’t change it for the world, but it’s hard to see the quiet of the city during the weekdays when everyone from public safety was scrambling to grab a coffee before their next meeting. you rarely took up weekend shifts, but today just felt different. maybe your monotonous life would change today, despite how far-fetched that sounded.

you’re far too engrossed in your book, and so you don’t pay attention to who’s coming and going, and who’s waiting outside for their drinks.

“hey, wait, are you reading fourth wing?” you turn to look at the inquisitive voice and come face to face with a woman wearing a public safety uniform and large eyepatch over one of her eyes. the other is bright green and sparkles distractingly at you. her hair is shorn in a practical short haircut, but she pulls it off well, you note. she smells slightly of cigarettes and peppermint, and leans a little too close when looking over your shoulder, but strangely, you don’t mind.

“o-oh, yeah, it is” you say, taken aback by her. “i loved that book! finished it in a week” she says, laughing softly.

“you public safety folks got time to read now?” you say playfully. she laughs. “yeah, well, had some extra time on my hands after my partner passed so what better way to spend it than reading some smutty fiction?”

her forwardness catches you off guard. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth in horror. how were you supposed to know that?! the woman’s eye doesn’t stop sparkling, however, to your surprise. still wearing her warm smile, she continues.

“yeah, he was a sweet kid. it was hard to lose him, but he’s hardly the first partner i’ve lost, and he won’t be the last.” she shrugs. “that’s life in public safety, i guess. that’s what makes escaping so nice,” she finishes, gesturing at your book. you’ve since closed fourth wing in favor of hanging onto her every word.

“don’t you get scared for your own safety?” you can’t help asking, your voice sounding small and meek. you must look so pathetic to her, flogging cute little drinks all day while she’s out risking life and limb.

she laughs again. “obviously! every day of my life! but we can’t let something little like fear get in the way of us living our lives. that’s why i try to appreciate the little things, like reading fun books and visiting my favorite cafe! seriously, the drinks you guys make give me the will to live!” (you have to tell yourself to calm down at that, since you suddenly feel all blushy and silly and shy like a schoolgirl nursing a crush at the fact that pochita’s is her favorite cafe.)

still, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel for her, to lose everybody she got close to — and to have to expect it to happen over and over again. you can’t imagine what a lonesome existence it must be, and it makes your chest ache to think of someone as warm and gregarious as her being left alone again and again.

damn, all this sucks for her. but you couldn’t ignore how warm she made you feel inside when she said that. you can see it in her eyes – despite what she’s been through, she’s like everyone else: a little bit lonely and looking for connection. “i’m so sorry to hear that…” oh shit, you realize you don’t even know her name.

“himeno.” “himeno,” you repeat back. her name feels like it belongs in your mouth. “i’m glad you can at least come here and get away for a bit,” gesturing to the cafe.

himeno laughs, once again, but this time her soft laugh makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster. “yeah, only for a bit. gotta back and finish up some paperwork with my team.” she says, gesturing to the public safety building a couple blocks away.

you’re quiet for a second, and then make a snap decision. getting up from your seat, you ask her, “what’re you having today? i’ll make it for you.”

she seems taken aback. “oh, i was just here getting coffees for my team,” she replied, pointing to the tray of takeaway cups on her table. “besides, aren’t you on break?”

you smile at her and boldly decide to squeeze her hand. “i’ll make it for you,” you repeat. “and it’ll be on the house. now, what’s your drink?”

“uh…i’ll have whatever you were having,” she says; endearingly she suddenly seems a little shy. “it looked really good when you were drinking it.”

“oat matcha it is!” you grin inwardly; you definitely know your way around a matcha whisk, and you’re excited at a little chance to show off to himeno.

you both head inside and continue chatting as you prepare her drink. you note with satisfaction that she intently watches your expert hands at work. you look at himeno’s hands, and wonder what it’s like to hold them, have them hold you, hold each other close.

your thoughts almost get the better of you but you snap out of it. you decide to throw a little lavender essence in, too; something about himeno just inspires you to go all out.

you hand himeno her drink, and you find yourself wishing you could speak to her longer. you usually did nothing during your breaks, so you’ll miss this stark contrast.

himeno, seemingly to have read your mind, smiles sweetly. “thanks. by the way…” she pretends to think for a bit. “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing working on a saturday?”

you try hard to hide the blush uncontrollably rushing to your cheeks. “i could say the same for you.” she raises her hands up in defeat. “okay, okay, you got me. we both don’t have lives and are working on the weekend.” she jests, and you laugh. you think you’ll laugh at anything she says.

you’re already on a roll with bold moves today so might as well go for it. “well, you doing anything later after work?”

himeno beams at you. “thought you’d never ask.” she quickly takes out a pen and grabs a napkin from the counter as she scribbles her number on it. “when do you get off?”

“3 in the afternoon,” you say, sounding giddy like a schoolgirl.

“okay then, text me at 3.” she then gives you a smile so suave it should be illegal. “i’ll be waiting, beautiful.”

#100 #☕️ - coffee break #🪅 - pree's follower events #csm himeno #himeno chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man #himeno x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsawman

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mywillbedone · 2 years

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Would anyone be interested in playing a collaborative choose your own adventure game thru polls, set in one of my fantasy worlds I have barely talked about? Think it might be a fun way to work on my ideas and world n stuff

Magic and Mortars

dark fantasy alternate history swords and sorcery ww1 setting, with knights and wizards and holy beasts

Verdun Manor

wwdits -esque horror sitcom about the mixed family of a werewolf mad scientist and a vampire

Wild Boys

teenage werewolves low key form a cult in new wave 1985. mystery thriller mild on the horror

Open Late for Your Convenience

fully furryverse, about working at a convenience store on the edge of wilderness and the strange folk that pass through. quirky sitcomish

Blood Oat

about the tiny kingdom run by a chatoic strigoi family of nobles, amid other mythic beings. dark but silly. also theres domestic bears

#polls #choose your own adventure

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2charmides2furious · 1 year

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𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔 (v.2)

about me. . . .

=you can call me charmide or robs

= gender? i don't even know

= any pronouns, preferred are he/she

= metalhead

= steve vai 4 eva

= vamps & werewovles and the supernatural welcome <3

= i enjoy drawing. Sometimes.

𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 & 𝖙𝖔𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖘 𝖎 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊

= metal music obviously

= formula one racing (ferrari enthusiast)

= the lost boys

= knight rider

= most 80's-2000's horror films

= the original jump street

= breaking bad

= supernatural

= good omens

= some marvel movies

= not big on it but i have seen all of stranger things

𝖒𝖞 𝖋𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘

= steve vai

= van halen

= type o negative

= the doors

= jeff buckley

= nine inch nails

= korn

= pantera

= alice cooper

= guns n roses

= the police

= dire straits

= david lee roth

= twisted sister

= dio

= system of a down

= nirvana

= tears for fears

= daryl hall - john oates

= men without hats

= judas preist

= yes

= lana del rey

𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖘

= the name charmide comes from the poetry "Charmdies" by oscar wilde. it's really good, you should read it. <3

𝖉𝖓𝖎 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

= a homophobe, a terf, a transphobe, a conservative, a proshipper, a zoophile, or a MAP (aka a predator) a lolicon, younger than 13, older than 20 or a neckbeard.

= if you are not any of these, then hi, yes, welcome, love ya.

𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖎𝖈𝖊 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖗𝖊:

= a dream stan, a genshin player, most hardcore anime fans, INCLUDING mha fans, a fetish account (wtf man), or you fake disorders. or anything close to that.

𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙! 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘. 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖓 =)

#blog intro #or whatevr #<3

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gena-rowlands · 2 years

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jean's read in 2022

hello! so as university reading will take up a lot of the rest of my reading for the year, i thought i'd give a full wrap up here! i may update a few times, but this is my almost-comprehensive reading list of 2022! (insp. by @adamronans)

books in red come with moderate< trigger warnings so feel free to ask on/off anon for more info or please look up the tw's before reading!

non-poetry:

Vile Bodies by Evelyn Waugh (★★★★★)

The Dumb House by John Burnside (★★★★★)

Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata (★★★★)

Carmilla by J. Sheridan Le Fanu (★★★½)

Heaven by Mieka Kawakami (★★½)

The Silence of the Lambs by Thomas Harris (★★★★★)

It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (★★★★½)

Things Have Gotten Worse Since We Last Spoke by Eric LaRocca (★★)

Clementine #1 by Tillie Walden (★★★)

Fragments of Horror by Junji Ito (★★★★)

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma (★★)

The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides (★★★)

The Sluts by Dennis Cooper (No Rating)

We Have Always Lived in The Castle by Shirley Jackson (★★★★)

Heartstopper vol.1 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

Queers: Eight Monologues by Mark Gatiss (★★★★½)

Heartstopper vol.2 by Alice Oseman (★★★★★)

The Harpy by Megan Hunter (★★★★)

Politics and the English Language by George Orwell (★)

Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (★★★★½)

Alcestis by Euripides (★★★★)

Medea by Euripides (★★★★½)

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart (★★★★½)

Pew by Catherine Lacey (★★★½)

Pine by Francine Toon (★★)

Slow Days, Fast Company by Eve Babitz (★★★★★)

Normal People by Sally Rooney (★★★★)

poetry:

The Book of Women by Dorianne Laux (★★★★½)

Flux by Orion Carloto (★★★)

Sweetdark by Savannah Brown (★★★★½)

Violet Bent Backwards Over The Grass by Lana Del Rey (★★★½)

Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★★)

She Felt Like Nothing by R.H. Sin (★½)

Madness by Sam Sax (★★★★½)

soft magic. by Upsile Chisala (★★)

Stag's Leap by Sharon Olds (★★★★★)

The Perseverance by Raymond Antrobus (★★★★)

The Boys I've Loved & The End of the World by Catarine Hancock (★★)

Night Sky With Exit Wounds by Ocean Vuong (★★★★½)

Portrait of my Body as a Crime I'm Still Committing by Topaz Winters (★★★★)

There Should Be Flowers by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza (★★★★½)

Grit by Silas Denver Melvin (★★★★½)

Voyage of the Sable Venus and Other Poems by Robin Coste Lewis (★★★★½)

Wild Embers by Nikita Gill (★★½)

Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara (★★★½)

God I Feel Modern Tonight by Catherine Cohen (★)

Diving Into the Wreck by Adrienne Rich (★★★★★)

Salt by Nayyirah Waheed (★★½)

Lord of the Butterflies by Andrea Gibson (★★★★½)

Incarnadine by Mary Szybist (★★★★)

Firstborn by Louise Glück (★★★½)

Teaching My Mother How to Give Birth by Warsan Shire (★★★★)

Mules of Love by Ellen Bass (★★★★½)

What Is This Thing Called Love by Kim Addonizio (★★★★)

New American Best Friend by Olivia Gatwood (★★★★)

At Least This I Know by Andrés N. Ordorica (★★★★½)

Rail by Kai Carlson-Wee (★★★★)

The Asylum Dance by John Burnside (★★★★½)

War of the Foxes by Richard Siken (★★★★)

I Would Leave Me If I Could by Halsey (★★★★)

Bloodsport by Yves Olade (★★★★)

American Melancholy by Joyce Carol Oates (★★½)

The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman (No Rating)

#hope someone gets a new rec out of this! or just enjoys seeing what i read lol #literature #long post #text post

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lboogie1906 · 4 months

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Levi Stubbs (born Levi Stubbles, June 6, 1936 – October 17, 2008) was a baritone singer, known as the lead vocalist of the R&B group the Four Tops, who released a variety of Motown hit records. He has been noted for his powerful, emotional, dramatic style of singing.

He was also a voice artist in film and television, most famously having provided the voice of “Audrey II”, the alien plant in the musical horror comedy film Little Shop of Horrors, as well as Mother Brain in the TV series Captain N: The Game Master. He was admired by his peers for his impressive vocal range and influenced many pop and soul artists, such as Daryl Hall of Hall And Oates. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

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osaka-lilac · 1 year

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Now I'm curious bc you tagged that iced coffee post as "not mixed well", are you a coffee enthusiast / barista? Any good stories to tell about your worst and your best coffee experience?

honestly i’m giggling at this the tag was a throwaway bit but i love to talk about my job sooooo

yea i work as a barista in a coffee shop/candy store in a tourist town so i know my way around espresso drinks n coffee and the reason i said what i did. is that the layer at the bottom of the drink is straight up syrup. probably vanilla cause of the color. in iced drinks u gotta mix it since it’s cold and it doesn’t like. mix with the syrup as well.

i get my fair share of entitled snobs asking for things i have no clue what it is but usually everyone’s really chill like i’ve had no Horror stories except one guy who insisted that we make him an iced coffee but we only have cold brew and he got mad at us for it so like. idk it’s pretty cool and i get free lattes from it

my go to drink isn’t even espresso it’s just an oat milk chai with a bit of almond syrup in it like it’s fantastic

#thank u for letting me talk about my job ily supi #ask #answered #shut up allie

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wavernot4love · 1 year

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hi hello pinned post time (finally)!!!??

welcome!!!

basic about me stuff: you can call me nat, n, natalie, or any of my online monikers like wavernot4love (i tend to refer to myself using the latter quite often ,,,), they he, 23, upstate ny. big scene guy first. i am generally traveling around the northeast 4 live music whenever i can, & i draw stuff, write, n take pictures and sometimes i post that stuff!!!

five songs i've been spinning lately (i'll keep this updated):

music i mostly post about:

bands - ls dunes, my chemical romance, fall out boy, ag's projects, thursday, idkhow, twenty one pilots, pierce the veil, midtown, blink-182, bring me the horizon

albums - past lives, bullets, revenge, danger days, take this to your grave, from under the cork tree, so much (for) stardust, boom. done., blue sky noise, razzmatazz, regional at best, vessel, trench, selfish machines, misadventures

genres - post hardcore n pop punk stuff!!

other favorite music i just don't post here as much:

bands - all time low, coheed and cambria, turnstile, knuckle puck, movements, hail the sun, neck deep, paramore, origami angel, panic! at the disco, sleeping with sirens, knocked loose, the maine, death cab for cutie, the story so far, never shout never, the starting line, jimmy eat world, incendiary, city and colour, spiritbox, motion city soundtrack, drain, blessthefall, pup, andrew mcmahon in the wilderness/soco/jack's mannequin, green day, one step closer, taking back sunday

other music (primarily) apart from the "scene:" daryl hall & john oates, the guess who, styx, queen, matchbox twenty, third eye blind, the killers, joywave

genres - hardcore, metalcore, emo, that sort of indie folky emoey stuff you might associate with bright eyes or city and colour and the like

interests (besides specific bands albums etc) i am always down 2 chat about: warped + general pop punk/post hardcore/hardcore/metalcore scene lore, far out/proggy/straight up strange post hardcore (!), music influenced by other subgenres (hardcore influenced pop punk etc), traveling 4 shows, mixed bill shows, scene fests, surfing & moshing!, writing/talking music stuff, physical media like cds n magazines, photography stuff (specifically live music stuff), nature, traveling around the whole northeastish area (my home!!), long road trips, silly comedies (special props if they are from the 80s/90s), 50s/60s thrillers & horror movies, kirby, spongebob, gurren lagann, cowboy bebop, sword art online alicization, death note, the walking dead, the umbrella academy, supernatural, lost, evil, the twilight zone

random stuff i just find not chill & don't wanna see + stuff you won't see from me on here (idk dawg): going to shows & disregarding scene culture kinda stuff - basically being rude to opening bands, getting mad about moshing/surfing (unless someone's actually being a dick of course, always call that out), etc, just being mean/cliquey, the whole twitter kinda mentality i guess of getting mad at/overanalyzing/taking down folks over everything reactively w/o looking into a full situation or looking @ things rationally, sexualizing + shipping real people like bands (beyond their boundaries), overall just being weird about bands like they're ethereal beings instead of Some Guys (gender neutral), basically "celebrity" culture as that only really harms both bands and fans, that kinda stuff.

random extra wavernot4love lore: i grew up going 2 shows & fests like warped in the mid 2010s scene, starting when i was 13 (sup, monumentour darien). sws, ptv, mcr, fob, bmth, atl, & tøp were some of the first bands i ever really loved. i grew up on a LOT of 2010s pop punk, but over the past two years or so have been diving into the 2000s scene, especially in terms of post hardcore, much deeper than i had before!

i travel as much as i can for shows, oftentimes for the past two years or so, solo (i've grown a lot more confident in that & would always rec it over missing out as long as you take precautions! feel free 2 ask for tips)!!! i also love making stuff like bracelets, keychains, stickers, & pins to give out/trade at shows!!

always trying to make the scene an even bigger part of my life, like through art/design + live music photography + music journalism stuff. also really wanna work on learning proper vocal technique!!! i have always wanted 2 actually make and play music!!

always here to talk music, or be a friendly face if we're ever at the same show - just consider me a universal friend of the scene (that's certainly my experience at shows). always feel free 2 interact w my posts/become mutuals/reach out!!

some tags i use: #dunesposting #fobposting #mcr posting #idkhowposting #ptvposting #thursday posting #ls dunes you are so goddamn special to me (yes i sure do have two dunes tags) #post hardcore #wavernot4love talks ag tunes #wavernot4lovetalksmusic #wavernot4love gets to the gig #photo stuff #art stuff

last show:

8.20 - all time low forever brooklyn

9.17 - clancy tour (twenty one pilots) newark?

upcoming shows:

9.28 - clancy tour (twenty one pilots) cleveland

11.5 - terrible influence (dan & phil) toronto (alright not exactly a show in the traditional wavernot4love sense but i still felt it belongs here)

11.16 - impending gloom tour (idkhow) rochester

11.26 - real friends/can't swim buffalo

some shows we might've both been at (going WAY back): monumentour darien, entertainment tour rochester, night heat tour rochester, bandito tour buffalo + university park, razzmatazzmatour buffalo, thought reform tour syracuse, icy tour cleveland, swarm/return tour toronto1 + nj2, dunes toronto, adjacent fest, dunes toronto23, dunes millvale/pittsburgh, tourdust toronto + darien + camden, thursday syracuse '23, tjol tour reading, war all the time '24 tour buffalo, boom done buffalo, 2ourdust albany, gloomtown tour rochester + buffalo, thursday rochester '24

12.1 - pierce the veil syracuse

12.6 - ag rochester

yippee!!!

#wavernot4lovetalksmusic #Spotify

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cool-trina-world · 2 years

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January 1, 2023 & My 56th Year on This Earth

Can you believe it?! 2023!

I remember when we were kids, and all the cousins were at grandma's, we figured the end of the world for the year 2030. There was this whole big hullabaloo because one of us had discovered there was a timeline for the apocalypse. We figured and figured, trying to go by the clues in the bible. And we probably did pretty well for the revelations that had been made up to that point, which was still in the 1970s. Getting pretty close!

But here is the thing, Apocalypse isn't what it said.

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a·poc·a·lypse

noun 1.the complete final destruction of the world, as described in the biblical book of Revelation."the bell's ringing is supposed to usher in the Apocalypse"

2.an event involving destruction or damage on an awesome n or catastrophic scale.

So, I searched apocalypse and here is what I found: I checked The Niv, The King James, the Authorized KJV, It is not in there.

I did find it in the Wycliff version.

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That means it was added. we didn't know anything about the adulteration of the word back then, we have only recently begun to learn the extent to which that has happened.

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See David John Oates recent book :

Reverse Speech Reveals; The Great Spiritual Darkness.

available for free download

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The name of the book we are talking about is Revelation, which means:

noun 1.a surprising and previously unknown fact, especially one that is made known in a dramatic way.

"Similar: disclosure , surprising fact

2. the divine or supernatural disclosure to humans of something relating to human existence or the world."

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What I really want to share is what I have learned in the latter 3rd of my 56 years. Because it is January 1st of another new year, and I have just actually clarified some of these findings and beliefs, It is a perfect time to peruse a couple of them.

So, let us start with this; The disfunction we decry, did not start with dysfunctional parents we hold responsible. Those people were once children in the households of other dysfunctional adults. That is why the 40s and 50s were host to the changes that occurred in the 60s and 70s. Enlightenment was beginning. those young adults were in turmoil from the ways they had been raised and were longing for freedom from it. Their parents were not long out of the 1800s and thus were still recovering from the dark ages.

The reformation of the church (read -escape from catholicism) began in the 1600s [insert fact] Historians usually date the start of the Protestant Reformation to the 1517 publication of Martin Luther's “95 Theses.” Its ending can be placed anywhere from the 1555 Peace of Augsburg, which allowed for the coexistence of Catholicism and Lutheranism in Germany, to the 1648 Treaty of Westphalia, which ended the Thirty Years War.

America Hadn't even begun yet, much less the United States of America. The New beliefs came to America and had a hard fight, through, first The Puritans (who really did not get that 'do not judge' thing), and then the Immigrants and Refugees who filled this country we had stolen from the Natives.

You see a theme starting up here?

The immigrants and refugees were still battling their own demons from the horrors and traumas they were fleeing from. Then they were fighting for survival in a new country that was supposed to be their salvation.

So we get past the wild west years (lasting well into the 20th century) and now people can finally start to build their lives,, build their families, and their homes.

All built on traumas we brought to this land. Even the Natives of the Americas had never known traumas like these until the immigration of America began.

So, what i have learned is that the people you are blaming for your traumas and disfunction had traumas and disfunction of their own. Some that they could never understand, and surely some that you will never understand. Because they got it from previously traumatized and misunderstood people.

Mom Can never understand her mothers' trauma, and the subsequent reactions to them, Nor the Father from a different background with totally different traumas and reactions and solutions. Aunts and Uncles and siblings are going to have different traumas and reactions from their own individual perspectives. Brothers and Sister with the same background can have different traumas and reactions based on their perspective, as well as their placement in a family. Cousins never have the same story, though it may seem that they do. Throwing these people away adds more trauma, and more disfunction. Simply because no one ever gets to work through a trauma and heal. There is no relief. Mis-understandings remain misunderstood. Dysfunction is not repaired.

Everyone is left in their own puddle.

It goes back to the old saying, "you can't run away, because wherever you go, there you are."

What is not healed (read- understood and worked through) doesn't go away, It just perpetuates in a new direction with new variations.

I am really Glad I learned not to throw people away like trash. People are not trash. And there are repercussions that you may not be aware of for years. And maybe you cannot work through it all, I have come to learn, as well, that some people can never see the problems with themselves,

Thus, we have a need of revelations. and enlightenment. And to remember that we were all children once, and some of us were children in the same house.

I sure hope it is well on its way, and we won't need to wait for 2030 to begin the journey. Happy New Year.

Humbly dedicated to my Cousins, and my Uncles, And Aunts, and My nieces and nephews and all their loved ones. But Especially to My Mother, and both my Brothers

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outercrasis · 2 years

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Matter of Trust

Pairing: Slasher!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: Hilariously none for this, despite the horror nature of this AU. I just wanted to take a soft little peek inside Slasher!Din's head:)

A/N: This AU would not exist without the lovely and talented @tuskens-mando!! Eri has spent so much time with me in the dms just yelling about this man that we find endlessly fascinating and want to domesticate so badly. I might write more for him who knows, for now this was a fun writing exercise for an AU I'm normally only yelling about with Eri <3

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Everyone around town avoids him. Averting their eyes, staring when they think he won't notice, walking on the opposite side of the street, sharing not-so-quiet whispers behind his back. He doesn't blame them. Their aversion is probably in many of their best interests.

Everyone gives him a wide berth. Except her. She is completely unafraid of him.

Din can't remember the last time anyone was wholly and truly unafraid of him. He'd forgotten what it felt like. To be met with a smile rather than a frown. To be earnestly acknowledged without another motive coloring the interaction. He's learned by now to tell when that's the case and after months he can't find anything false about her.

Their first interaction is still one he plays over and over again in his mind.

Din does his best to keep trips into town sparing but at times they become unavoidable. The dead of winter is most difficult, relying on his own stores to get him through. Tired of the same meals and with the added benefit of reminding the town of his presence, he made his way to the local grocer. With any luck, he could get his essentials and not have to return for another month.

Winter clothes bulk up anyone, making him loom larger than normal in the aisles. His scarf is kept securely wrapped around the bottom of his face. The shadow he casts is long and most don't look to stay in it. He doesn’t mind. At least this way he’s able to do his shopping undisturbed. There’s also something funny to be found in old Mrs. Peterson scrambling away from the oatmeal only for Din to take her spot. As though he would shove her out of his way just to get at the steel cut oats.

That was not the aisle she found him in. Din became aware of her existence two aisles down while he stood trying to decide what kind of peanut butter to buy. Smooth is classic and never disappoints, but could there be something to trying out crunchy?

He ignored the first tap on his shoulder. If anyone dared to approach him it was always either a stupid kid on a dare or a macho guy with something to prove. It never ended well for either. He never quite understood what they thought would happen, aggressing him in public. Despite what many think, Din isn’t stupid and his Creed dictates a strict set of rules. He would never bend it for some idiot looking to fight in a grocery store.

The insistent second tap would have normally set him on edge, but irritation immediately faded with the soft sound of her voice. “Excuse me?”

He turned only to look down and find the sweetest looking woman he’d ever seen standing before him. Din was short on words. That wasn’t exactly uncommon for him, but he felt particularly stunned to turn and see her smile. It was earnest, if not a little bashful, and completely unlike anything he’d ever been greeted with before. He wanted to keep her smiling forever.

“Sorry to bother you, but could you help me grab the maple syrup off the top shelf there? I can’t reach and I don’t want to climb the shelves for it.” She laughed then, delicate and so unlike the nervous chuckles he was used to hearing. He’d nearly forgotten what a genuine laugh could sound like. He craved more.

Din gladly did as she asked, easily grabbing two bottles in case one wasn’t enough. His mouth was still cotton dry. She thanked him and took the syrup, not even flinching as their fingers touched for the briefest of moments. Even now, he can still feel the way her skin felt against his.

He thought it might be a one off kind of thing. Someone passing through, visiting, or new who hadn’t yet heard the stories about him. Three weeks went by before he needed to come back to town with the assumption that if he saw her again she would avoid and ignore him like everyone else. His mind reeled with shock when she not only smiled and greeted him, but chose to finish her shopping side-by-side with him. Din had never shopped with someone else before.

Even as winter melted into spring, her attitude remained unchanged. He wasn’t a fool. Din knew by now she’d heard everything that could be said about him. Some of what they said was correct, but he knew the townspeople liked to embellish as well. None of it seemed to bother her. She never shied away, never looked at him with suspicion, never made him feel anything less than normal.

Din has no idea what he did to earn her trust. He does know that he wants to keep it.

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no tags bc I'm lazy:)

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin #the mandalorian #slasher!din #crasis writes

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years

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Ask from @the-apprentice-lia : heya! i love your asks for lambert and i just wanted to do one where lambert’s been really overprotective of reader but she’s just been taking it really gently like a champ because she knows what lambert’s been through and then she gets kidnapped!! after lambert gets her back there’s a fluffy lil scene where he’s got his head on his chest and he just tells her how scared he is to lose both of them and all the fluff and angst!! thank you if you decide to write this!! <33

A/N: I changed it up just a tiny bit! I hope you enjoyed this! And happy birthday to you babe!!! And as it wasn't specified which Lambert to use, I chose to do the one I've been using for dad!witchers, so this is based off of game!Lambert :)

Warnings: nothing outside of canon, the regular violence, Lambert being overprotective Lambert, pregnant!reader, slight violence against reader??? But she actually isn’t hurt in this just shook up

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N!” The witcher cried out from behind you.

In desperate need of a bowl that rested just out of your reach, you had stepped up on to a step stool to be able to get the bowl. Your ever protective husband had, of course, walked in only to see you on your tip toes reaching high above your head.

His hands found your sides, urging you to return to the safety of the floor at once.

“How was your nap, my love?” You asked him, turning to face the witcher.

“Oh, it was great until your heart started beating fast. What the hell do you think you’re doing climbing like that?” One of his large hands found your stomach.

“I need that bowl.” You pointed to the top shelf.

“Why? Don’t we have other bowls?”

“We do…. But I just wanted that one.” You smiled sheepishly.

Lambert sighed and shook his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, woman.” He pressed a kiss to your head. “Go sit. I’ll get the bowl.”

“I’m going to make oats with the berries from the garden.”

“I’ll make it for you.”

A part of you wanted to object. You could make oats and berries for yourself. But this was Lambert’s way with dealing with his worries. He thought far too much about what could happen, about what might happen should he let you do anything. Any little thing could be a danger to you and your unborn child. The horrors of his past filled him with anxiety about his future.

“Alright, love.” You kissed his shoulder and moved to sit at the table. “I want honey in it as well.”

“Honey, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, honey, and a little bit of brown sugar.”

You smiled at him, nodding your head.

“You remembered how I liked it.”

“Of course I do. This is all you eat.”

You absentmindedly rubbed your stomach while you waited for him to make your food.

“I’m going to go outside and pick a few more berries, okay?

“Are there any left over from when we went out earlier this morning?” Lambert looked over his shoulder.

“They were my snack.” You stood up, moving to hug him from behind.

“I’ll go out with you-,”

“I love you, Lambert, but it’s okay.” You allowed him to turn around in your arms so he could face you. “A little fresh air won’t kill me.”

“But there might be a wild animal out there.”

“We’ve got a fence around the entire yard.”

He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head softly.

“I don’t want anything to happen to either of you.”

“Nothing will happen to me. I’m safe here.” You leaned up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be just a few minutes.”

“You have five minutes.”

“What if I don’t make it back in those five minutes?” You raised your brows as you took a few steps away from him.

“Then I’m going to come out there and haul you back inside.”

You laughed lightly, shaking your head.

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The sun was warm as it hit your skin. You swear you’d never grow tired of the pleasant spring weather that this year had brought.

You made your way around the cottage, following the trail that led into the edge of the woods. Lambert didn’t want the garden to be too close to the house as the produce could draw in animals of all kinds.

You hummed to yourself as you rubbed your stomach, your eyes gliding around the edge of the woods.

“I’m tellin’ ya lads! This is the witcher’s home!” A hushed voice spoke.

You furrowed your brow as you neared the woods. Your garden wasn’t very far away from where you were. In fact, you could see the gate to it from where you stood. But instead of being shut and latched, it was wide open.

“Fuck that witcher. He’s a prick.” Another voice spoke.

“You know he’s got a wife too.”

“Fuck her too! The monster fucker and that mutant bastard don’t belong here!”

You could spot three men in your garden, picking the very vegetables and fruits that you had grown yourself!

Your hand came up to your stomach. Instead of confronting them like you wanted to, you knew it would be best to just go get Lambert. He could handle the trio of thieves.

You turned to head towards your home when something rummaged through the bushes next to you, startling you. You jumped and gasped audibly, catching the attention of the three men.

“Hey!”

“Who the fuck is that?”

“It’s her! The mutant fucker!”

You tried to run, to make a mad dash for your house, but those thieves were faster.

An arm wrapped tightly around you, forcing you backwards. A hand slapped over your mouth, forcing you to be silent.

“Now, now, woman. Can’t have you go off to your witcher.” The man spoke in your ear.

“What are we going to do with her?” One of the men asked.

“We could kill her!”

You cried out behind the man’s hand, shaking your head and trying your damnedest to get free.

“No, no. We won’t do that. But perhaps if she were to go missing, the witcher would pay good money for her safe return.” The one holding you chuckled.

“A ransom!”

“Yeah! That’s brilliant.”

You bit the hand that covered your mouth, making the man throw you to the ground.

“Stupid whore!” The man brought his leg back as if he was going to kick you. You tensed up, bringing your arm up to cover your stomach. Just as you were sure you were going to be kicked, a familiar rumble shook the ground and the man was thrown backwards.

Lambert had casted Aard from where he stood just a few feet behind you.

“Witcher!” Someone cried out.

You had no chance to speak to him as he moved quickly to fight the remaining two men, almost effortlessly taking them down.

You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up. You were trembling, shaking with fear and adrenaline. You and your baby had almost been hurt in your own backyard. You just wanted to pick fruit from your garden.

When the threat was eliminated, Lambert knelt down to you. Tears welled in your eyes as you gazed up at him.

“I-I didn’t- I didn’t think anything would happen.” You whispered, shaking your head as you looked past him to the body of the man who had tried to kick you.

Lambert was quick to stop you. With two knuckles beneath your chin, he turned your head back to him.

“Let’s get inside.” He wiped the tears on your cheeks away with the pad of his thumb then kissed your hair, silently reassuring you that he was right there.

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Your arms were wrapped tightly around yourself as Lambert locked the front door.

“Do you want to sit down at the table, bug?”

“No.” You shook your head. “Will you lay down with me?”

“Of course.” Lambert let you lead the way to the bedroom. “You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

“I don’t think so. Just shook up. You got there before anything could happen."

You clambered into bed. Lambert was right behind you, not giving you more than a second to get comfortable before he was trying to suffocate you in the most loving way possible.

"Can you still hear the baby?" You sniffled. You were always a bit jealous that he got to hear your precious little baby's heart beating from inside you. But now you were thankful that you couldn't. If you heard the baby's heart stop-

"Yeah." He nodded. "I.... I can't tell you what I'd do if I couldn't hear them anymore."

“I love you, bug, but that is why I don’t want you going anywhere without me.”

“Shut up.” You turned your head away from him. Now wasn’t the time for him to pull the ‘I told you so’ card.

“Y/N, I’m serious.” Lambert came to rest on his stomach next to you. His hand found your stomach, rubbing soothing circles over your belly. “I-I’ve seen far too much…. too much bad shit happen to people in places where it should have never happened. Nowhere is safe when you’re carrying our child, not unless I am with you.”

You looked at him, nodding your head softly.

He put his head on your chest, closing his eyes for a few moments. Your hand came up to brush through his dark hair.

“For a split second when I saw that ass standing over you…. I thought that I was too late.” His voice was quiet. “I-I thought that I wasn’t…. I thought I wasn’t going to be able to save you or that something had happened to the baby.”

“You made it in time.” You reminded him.

“But I didn’t know that then. And I’ve never felt fear like that in my entire life. I swear, in all my life…. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“I’m sorry.” You leaned your head down to kiss his forehead.

He shook his head softly.

“I’m just…. I’m glad you’re both okay.” He tucked his nose into your neck. “I can’t lose either of you. I think I’d lose my fucking mind.”

Taglist will be in a set of reblogs because tumblr hates me :)

#lambert x reader #lambert x reader angst #lambert x reader fluff #dad!lambert #dad!lambert x reader #dad!witcher #lambert the witcher #the witcher #lambert witcher #kacey answers

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outerbankies · 3 years

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new light part 4: underneath the moonlight — rafe cameron

new light series masterlist

summary: you and rafe meet the parents (properly) and go to midsummers together, but not everyone is as smitten with your relationship as you two are.

pairing: rafe x kook reader

warnings: drinking, swearing

a/n: say hello to a few characters (tw: ward) i have had yet to feature thus far 🤗 more of y/n being besties with kelce (and topper this time—our fave obx himbo) there’s a lil drama in this part y’all... into the thick of it. thanks for all the feedback 💖not canon rafe

my writing

yeah if you give me just one night, to meet you underneath the moonlight

You’re startled awake by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You’re squished between 6 feet and 3 inches worth of boy and the pink wall your bed is pushed up against. Rafe always insisted on laying on your outer side, closest to the door of your bedroom. Which means you often woke up pressed into the wall, your neck sometimes aching from the awkward angle. Not to mention Wilbur always taking up the space at your feet, Rafe usually nudging him into your space so he could stretch out.

Rafe stirs also, making sleepy noises and stretching his legs where they hang off the end of your bed. He grumbles and smacks his lips together a few times, your hand instinctively coming to rub along his jaw. His eyes flutter open as the sun streams in through your window, illuminating the hint of golden stubble on his chin. You’d only slept over together a few times, since you were both staying with your parents for the summer, so it’s always nice to wake up with your boy in your bed.

Oh fuck. Your boy is in your bed.

Rafe's eyes widen at the same time as yours.

“Oh shit, we fell asleep?” he whispers, head whipping around your room.

“Fuck, you have to hide right now,” you whisper, stumbling through your thoughts sleepily.

Another knock sounds from the door.

You extract yourself from your spot between Rafe and the wall, his hands guiding you by your hips as you tumble over him.

“Just, fuck, just like—get under the covers or something. God, I hope it’s not my dad,” you whisper.

“Me too,” he says, slinking into the gap between your bed and the wall as best he can, covering his face with a pillow.

You check that he’s concealed enough, turning to open the door just the slightest bit. Dylan stands in the crack.

“We have brunch at the Club in an hour, mom wanted me to ask if you invited Rafe,” he peers around you, gaze moving to behind your shoulder. “Or I could just ask him myself. Sup, Rafe?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dyl,” you whisper-shout. “Where are mom and dad? Can he sneak out the back? And don’t lie to me, or I’ll tell them about Hilton Head.”

“God, calm down. Dad’s in the garage and mom’s getting ready. Just have him go now.”

“Thanks,” you say, all but slamming the door in his face. You turn around and press your back against the door, letting out a shaky breath.

The covers rustle, and Rafe springs out of your bed to gather his things while Wilbur watches him. He always starts pouting when he notices that Rafe is putting on his hat or shoes, signs that he’s about to leave.

“We are so dead.”

“You don’t think he’ll say anything, do you? I don’t think I can sit at brunch with your dad in an hour if he knows I slept in your bed last night.”

“Not if he’s smart,” you sigh. “Want me to walk you out?”

“No, I got it. Just keep Willy in here. I’ll text you when I make it out alive. If you don’t hear from me, just assume your father murdered me,” he jokes, leaning down to give you a kiss after he slips his shoes on. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Yes, please be early. And clean shaven.”

“Yes ma’am. And don’t insult me,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Nervous?”

“Not nearly as nervous as I will be if I get caught, sweetheart. Gotta go so I have time to shower—and shave. See you in a bit.”

He gives you one last kiss before he departs, and you move to the window with Wilbur to watch him slink across the backyard, arms crossed and a fond grin on your face. He turns and blows you one last kiss before he disappears around the side of your house.

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“Y/n, can I speak to you for a second?”

Your dad’s voice comes from his study as you pass by, checking yourself over in the entryway mirror one more time. Rafe should be here any minute.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Come sit,” he says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk. You feel the hair stand up on the back of your neck. Your dad only invited you to talk in his study if it was something serious. The last time he did was when he told you he was going to take away your Range Rover if you didn’t pull your Bs up to As your freshman year of college. You’ve had a 4.0 ever since.

“Is everything alright?”

“Yes, everything’s fine. Just wanted to talk about the new boyfriend.”

“What about him?”

“I always knew of him while the two of you were growing up. But I talked to him a bit back during Dylan’s grad week.”

As an unruly teenager and the rightful heir to his father's business, everyone in the Outer Banks knew about Rafe and his antics. Good or bad. You could even recall your mom gossiping to your dad, words passed on from Rose, about some of his more... notable incidences.

“Y-yeah, he's...” you trail off, searching for the right words to describe Rafe these days.

“Seems like a good kid,” your dad supplies.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“Business, mostly. His future and whatnot.”

“Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, I just wonder... are you sure about this one? When you were kids, that boy was always causing trouble. And you know your mother and I were always so proud of how you stayed in line.”

“I know,” you sigh. “But Rafe’s not a boy anymore. Just give him a chance.”

“I will,” your dad says, slapping his knees to stand up. “But I'm also gonna give him a hard time.”

“Dad, please.”

“It’s my job. Your mom gets to freak out about Dylan moving out, and I get to handle scaring every man who gets to look at you.”

The doorbell rings.

“Please. I am literally begging.”

Your dad draws a fake halo around his head, and you just roll your eyes.

The morning gets off to an even more embarrassing start as soon as Rafe crosses the threshold into your house. Wilbur jumps into his arms immediately, all ninety pounds of him, and your mom’s eyes widen.

“My goodness, he’s usually so hesitant around strangers!”

Dylan chokes on a laugh, and if you weren’t across the room you’d have elbowed him in the ribs.

“Oh, I’ve walked Wilbur by Tanneyhill before.”

“Yeah, I-I love Willy. Mrs. Y/l/n, it’s so nice to see you again,” Rafe says, effortlessly following your lead after Wilbur scampers out of his hold. He shakes your mom’s hand politely. Your dad sidles up to her then, fixing Rafe with a stare harder than you’d prefer. “Mr. Y/l/n, you as well. Thanks again, to both of you, for inviting me.”

“Good to see you, Rafe,” your dad says, a strong hand clamping onto his shoulder. “Dylan, come say hi.”

Dylan’s grin is devilish, and you're just watching on in pure horror at this point. “How have you been, Rafe? Haven’t seen you in a while.”

—

Rafe’s grinning ear to ear, hand firm on your thigh, all of the windows in his truck rolled down. He even popped the sun roof, letting you blast your playlist all the way down the road.

“Okay—I just... did that go well?”

“You did great, Rafe.”

Despite Dylan's best efforts to embarrass you two, brunch had gone really well. Your dad took a second to let his guard down, unlike your mother who was immediately gushing over him. You could practically see the wheels in her head turning, the wedding colors she'd picked for you. And your dad came around quick enough once Rafe brought up Formula 1.

Your boyfriend looks so relieved, hand even coming to feel the air pass through his fingers as he hangs his arm out the window, hand on your thigh coming back up to steady the wheel. He taps on it excitedly.

“Lowkey, feel like I nailed it, baby.”

“Okay,” you giggle, leaning over to peck his check. You pull him in with a soft hand to the other side of his face. “Let’s not get too big for our britches.”

“Oh, I’m a parent-meeting expert now. Might go into consulting.”

“You’ve perfected the sport?” you joke.

“No, no. That’s—I’ve never actually met parents before,” he admits.

“No way?”

“Way? Have you?” he asks, slight edge seeping into his tone as he pulls up to the stoplight outside of your favorite coffee spot.

“Uh... once. We weren’t even really dating yet, but they came to visit and he like, ambushed me with them at dinner. They were kinda hippies, though.”

“Yeah?” His tone is clipped as he parks his truck.

“Yeah, some guy from my comparative literature class sophomore year,” you sigh. “But, you’re the first to meet my parents.”

“Mm,” he hums, fingers tapping on your knee. That satisfies him. He gathers one of your hands in his. “You coming in?”

“Will you just get me a latte? Kinda wanna call my mom and debrief.”

He laughs, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll give you a minute, sweetheart. Oat milk?”

—

Your original plans to meet the Camerons fell through, a last minute staging emergency arising when you were all supposed to go for dinner. You’d tried not to look down while Rafe attempted in earnest to cheer you up, telling you how pretty you looked while you took out your earrings and let your hair down. He'd kissed the crown of your hair and apologized profusely, promising they would love you when they finally got to meet you.

“M’not upset.”

“Okay.” His hand stroked your back through the thick cotton of one of his old water polo sweatshirts he’d let you borrow for the night.

“I’m just really nervous about meeting them. You might’ve set the bar a little too high with my parents.”

“You just have a great family.”

“I don’t know,” you said when you finally cracked a smile. “Made it pretty far on your first try.”

“Don’t worry. They’re going to love you, sweetheart.”

You let him kiss your cheek, your forehead, your nose and chin.

“Hope so.”

“Know so.”

And Rafe had somehow convinced your father to let you go to Midsummers with his family, promising to join up for pictures and greetings later. Your dad had willingly let him, to your surprise.

The event was a big deal to Figure 8 patriarchs and matriarchs alike, always trying to outdo the other in every way, all while feigning some sense of island camaraderie. But when Rafe had set aside time at brunch to specifically ask your family for their permission to accompany you to the event, they’d been hard pressed to say no. Your family immediately accepted Rafe as your boyfriend, any lingering hesitations about his character drowned out by the equal chances of your personal happiness and the heightening of their social and business profiles.

But he’d still come to your house to pick you up, ready to greet your parents in the foyer once again.

He takes one look at you in that blush pink dress, hair, makeup and jewelry all done up this time around, daisy flower crown in place, and flicks his eyes around his surroundings. Your father and Dylan were nowhere in sight, and your mother was busy fixing her earrings in the hall. He takes to your side immediately, a kiss to the side of your head followed by his lips pressing against your ear. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

With the high from those words, you ride in his truck to Midsummers, nerves never dissipating no matter how many reassurances he speaks across the summer air streaming in through the vehicle. “Remember, they’re gonna love you.”

He helps you down from his truck so you can focus on keeping your dress off the ground, assuring you for the fiftieth time that Rose is going to like your headpiece.

“Miss Y/l/n, how lovely to see you again you at last,” Ward sighs, sounding somewhat fond. “Rafe’s been talking my ear off about this, meeting you again even though we’ve already met. Sorry we couldn’t make it work earlier.”

“No worries, Mr. Cameron. Thank you so much for inviting me to tag along with your family at Midsummers. You as well, Mrs. Cameron. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! And of course,” Rose says, bringing you in for a hug, one you definitely were not expecting.“You’re out in California, aren’t you?”

“Yes, home for the summer.”

“That’s a long way from here,” Ward says. His eyes flicker to Rafe. “Long way from Georgia. Shorter, but still a long way.”

“Dad, c’mon,” Rafe cuts in, and you can feel his hand gripping the back of your dress:

“He’s just stating the obvious, Rafe,” Rose intervenes.

“Yeah, it is far,” you agree. Rafe’s head whips around back to you.

“We’re figuring it out,” he says. To anyone else in the vicinity, he probably sounds confident and self assured. But you know Rafe, and you can look into his eyes and see that he’s not. That if he weren’t in front of his entire family, trying earnestly to impress his father, he’d have said: ‘we’re gonna figure it out, right?’

“I’m sure things will work out the way they’re meant to,” Ward says after a lapse in conversation. “One way or another.”

“Let’s get some photos so we can all enter and the two of you can run off,” Rose says immediately after, giving neither of you the time to say anything else.

You do your best to shake off Ward’s comment as the four of you join up with the Cameron daughters, plus Sarah’s boyfriend, John B. After posing for what felt like hours, the photographer asks you and John B to hop out so they can take some family pictures, the two of you swiping up a couple of Old Fashioneds from the bar. You have to assure Rafe twice that you’ll be okay for ten minutes on your own.

“First time meeting Ward?” Sarah’s boyfriend asks, leaned up against the bar like he owns the place.

“Er—of course not,” you say, like it’s obvious. But of course John B knew nothing about Figure 8 social circles. “Just the first time as Rafe’s girlfriend.”

“Yeah, you look nervous,” he admits, chuckling when your mouth drops open. “It’s not too obvious, I just know because—been in your shoes.”

You should be insulted that the teenager compares his and Sarah’s relationship with yours and Rafe’s, but you know he isn’t being malicious. You see nothing but kindness in his eyes. And it’s nice to have somewhat of a teammate in this situation, the two of you standing by while one of the most powerful families in Kildare poses together in their finest outfits.

Rafe looks hot in his grey suit, especially with the pocket square he’d agonized over for weeks before you gifted him one that was hand sewn from the extra material where your dress had been hemmed. Monogrammed, of course.

You’d decided to go with his initials, since it was going to him after all. But your stomach gets fluttery if you think about the expression on his face when he’d received it, telling you that you should’ve put yours on it instead. “That way everyone will know I’m yours.”

Turning back to John B, you can’t imagine how he must have felt the first time he was invited into all of this. It intimidated even you, and you’re pretty sure John B was friends with the boy who delivered your family’s groceries every week.

“Any tips?”

“You’re way better off than I was, first of all,” he laughs. “But he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one. He cares too much about this appearance of a perfect family to make digs in front of an audience.”

You nod. “That’s actually really good advice, John B.”

“Don’t sound so surprised, kook.” He clinks his glass against yours, promptly throwing the entire drink back as you watch and laugh. “That’s another tip. Drink whenever you can.”

“I’m familiar with that one.”

It's intimidating entering the event, a little after everyone else has arrived. Rafe told you that was by design—the Camerons could never be earlier than fashionably late. You always assumed you and Rafe were raised with similar pedigrees, but you're barely through the doors of the event before you realize that's not entirely true. Up until the last millisecond, Rose is fussing with Sarah and Wheezie's gowns, the older daughter making eye contact with you and rolling her eyes at her step-mother's antics. And Ward brushes Rafe's shoulders off more times than you can count, straightening his bow tie for him repeatedly. Rafe just places his hand on your back, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “You ready?”

You smile up at him, but your nerves are firmly settled in at this point. What you reply isn’t completely true. “Of course.”

—

You take John B’s advice, of course, and choose Kelce as your designated drinking buddy for the night. He was hard to keep up with, but you threw your inhibitions to the wind after you got meeting the Camerons out of the way. Plus, Rafe had more business to attend to than he’d let on, and you were getting pretty bored. Not too long ago he would’ve been right beside the rest of you, causing trouble and borderline embarrassing all of your parents. It was weird to see him walking around, shaking hands and rubbing elbows. He’d invited you into a few conversations, you trying your hardest not to simply watch him in awe.

You’re engaged in some strange dance battle with Kelce when he stacks his drink into yours, both empties at this point. “Your turn to get a round.”

“Boo,” you sigh, throwing your head back. “What d’you want?”

“Surprise me.”

“Aye aye.”

You’re turning on a shaky high heel, and you have to give yourself a little mental pep talk to straighten up. Of course you can, though.

“What can I get you, miss?” the barkeep asks.

“Vodka press, Tito’s, and a Jack and coke. Double Jack. Actually—single. Thanks,” you murmur, trying to fish a ten out of your clutch.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got the tip for this one,” a voice says next to you. Ward Cameron is sidling up next to you, sliding a fifty across the counter. Your eyes widen at the tip, trying not to be embarrassed as the bartender sets the drinks down in front of you.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Cameron.”

“Ah, call me Ward.” He flicks his eyes back to the bartender, who quickly pockets the tip and makes himself scarce to give the two of you some privacy. You can’t help but think of John B’s warning: ‘he’s really only scary when it’s one-on-one.’ There’s no point in even trying seek out Rafe, you knowing full well you’re expected to stay rooted to the spot until Ward dismisses you. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “It’s always fun to come back out here for this.”

“So, California to Georgia,” he whistles. “That’s probably a five hour flight, at least.”

“Yeah, um,” you take a minute to make sure your flower crown is perfectly in place. “It’s actually two.”

“Excuse me?”

“Two flights. From his school to mine. Rafe checked, he said there’s nothing direct,” you clarify.

Ward let’s out an indifferent chuckle. “Of course he did.”

Your eyebrow furrows because you don’t know what to say, turning to look at where your drinks are starting to melt. Kelce would be wondering where you are by now if he wasn’t three sheets to the wind. And where the hell was Rafe?

“Y/n, as far as I can tell, you are a nice girl. I just need to make sure we’re on the same page about one thing.”

Your heartbeat that hadn’t really settled since Ward approached you is picking up again, and you really wish Rafe had been the least bit more concerned about where you were at this moment.

“Um, I-I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

“I'm don’t know how serious you two are, Y/n, but I know my son. He's clearly very invested in pursuing you.”

Your resolve crumbles a little at that, your heart warming, thinking about Ward noticing something like that.

“But Rafe needs to be committed to finishing this degree so he can come home and start learning the ropes next year. And in four years, Sarah will do the same. Then Louisa after her.”

“Wow, that’s so lucky for you—that they all want to go into the family business,” you praise, not really knowing what else to say. It must be the wrong thing, because Ward just quirks an eyebrow.

“In this family, our business will always come first. Before anything and anyone else. Do you see what I’m getting at?”

You swallow, catching on to where this is going for the first time. You still go for playing dumb.

“Ward, I really don't think I understand.”

“But you do, don't you? You know Rafe. He’s a bit emotional, he’s a ‘feeler,’” Ward says sarcastically, putting it in air quotes. All of the niceties you experienced earlier when you first greeted Rafe’s family were long gone. You can only gather that it was all an act for Rafe’s benefit. But you know the only option is to sit there and take it. “He thinks with his heart, never enough with his head. Sarah, for example—when it’s time for her to cut that pogue lose, which it will be soon enough, I know she will. Whether it’s my decision or her’s. I can count on that, because she’s just like me in that respect; she knows we have to make sacrifices. But Rafe—I don’t think I can make that same assumption about him.”

“Ward, with all due respect, Rafe is really focused on the business.”

“You're correct, and I’ve worked hard to get him there. Which is why I can't have him spending his senior year of college, when he should be buckled down, traveling back and forth from California and getting distracted from his future by some girl.”

“Mr. Cameron, I would never—”

“You know that it’s true. I can tell you’re bright. You come from a great family.” It’s a compliment and an insult all at once. He likes you because of your father’s business and your mother’s social status, not because of what you do for Rafe, or what you have to show for yourself. He continues like it was nothing but the highest praise. “But right now, you are across the country from him, and I can bet he’s determined to make that work, no matter what it takes. Which I obviously can’t have,” Ward sighs. “It’s just not the right time. You can understand that, can't you?”

You nod numbly and pick up your drinks, hoping he’ll get the signal to wrap this up soon. You’re at the point where you can’t listen to this anymore, liquid courage re-flooding your veins.

“I’m not asking you to stay away from him, because you’re both adults,” Ward says, stopping you with a hand on your shoulder. “But I’m asking you to think long and hard about what’s best for the both of you. Rafe already knows what’s expected of him. He’s always known.”

You look back towards the crowd under the gazebo, able to make out John B of all people. He sees you talking to Ward, shooting you the most subtle thumbs up he can muster. He has no idea. You don’t take the chance to nod at him, turning back to the bar.

“Say the two of you let it go for the school year,” Ward bulldozes, taking a step closer to you. “And you end up back here too, great. But even then Rafe’s going to be working all the time, the longest hours he ever will in his life. For the next few years, Y/n. You’re so young—are you really going to tie yourself down to a commitment like that? What about your future?”

In a tone you hope comes across as confident, you say, “I really appreciate your concern, Ward.”

Ward's perfectly white teeth are pulling into an even more perfect grin, and the sight makes you sick.

“Great. I'm glad we had this talk.” He pats you on the back, leaving first before you get the chance to.

You just shuffle through the crowd numbly, not even reacting when someone steps on your toe, taking it all in stride as you seek the comfort of your friends once again.

You were foolish to think Ward would warm up to you immediately, or at all. You had been way too confident in yourself, especially after witnessing the wear working for his father had on Rafe. ‘He’s not an easy man to please.’ How could you be so naive, thinking you could coast by on your charm?

You’re a few feet away when you notice that Topper had joined up with Kelce again, as had your boyfriend. He’s joking with them, amused at the way Topper is clearly almost done tolerating Kelce’s drunken antics, but you stand and watch for a bit as he scans the crowd, gaze flickering toward the bar you’d just been at. You realize he’s looking for you when he finally spots you, his face relaxing as the two of you make eye contact.

“There you are.” He pulls you in close, kissing your forehead. You want to cry. “Where’d you run off to? One of those for me?”

He’s gesturing to the drinks you’re holding, reaching for the darker of the two. But Kelce is swooping in, snatching it out of your hold quickly. “Nope,” he pops the ‘p.’ “This one’s all mine. Sorry Cameron. Thanks Y/n/n.”

Rafe just rolls his eyes at the two of you, eyes lingering on your face when he notices your fallen expression. He sets your other drink down on the high top table you’re all standing next to, pulling you in by your hips. “You okay?”

If you had a choice right now, about how to proceed with telling or not telling Rafe about what had just happened, your instincts compel you to bypass the decision process altogether; you paint a careful smile on your face, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, all good. Just zoned out for a sec.”

He isn’t convinced. “Tired?”

“Maybe a little. Kinda drunk. Are we leaving soon?” you ask, melting into him. It’s a lot easier to handle his tone of voice when you don’t have to look him directly in the eye.

“I vote yes,” Topper says, gesturing towards Kelce, who is somehow sucking down his new drink at an alarming pace while continuing to dance to the oldies tunes they play at these things. “Like, right now. Rafe, you’re hanging back right?”

You look back up at your boyfriend in confusion. “You’re not coming with us?”

He bite his lip in contemplation, looking around the party. The twinkly lights reflect off of his pupils, making him look starry-eyed as he surveys the crowd. A sea of opportunities to prove himself to his father. Rafe looks resolved when he turns back to you.

“Well... I was gonna stay, wrap up some stuff,” he explains. His eyes flicker across your face, still not pleased with your expression. “But that’s okay, I’m good to go now.”

“No, Rafe,” you say immediately. You take a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders and painting on a smile that comes easily with years of experience at parties like this. “Stay, I’ll go ahead. How long will you be?”

“An hour, tops. Will you take her?” Rafe looks hesitant, still taking your green light anyway, already slowly extracting himself from your hold, Topper rolling his eyes but nodding and beginning to corral Kelce toward the exit.

“I can’t believe you’re making me babysit two of them.”

“Don’t let her drink too much.”

“Hey,” you protest, pushing him in his chest half heartedly. The push barely does anything, only proving your impaired motor skills further. Or that you're dating a tree. “What are you, a cop?”

“I’m your boyfriend, actually.”

“Really? When did that happen?” you decide to play along, picking up your drink again.

“‘Bout a month ago, Y/l/n,” he says softly. He can see right through you, can tell you're putting on a show for all of your friends but you're still not okay. You have to break eye contact.

“Hmm, for some reason I thought you were just this guy from middle school.”

“At least this time nobody spilled on your dress,” he teases half-heartedly, and the memory only hurts you more. “Not sure I’d wanna sacrifice this one.”

“Can you—you guys are the worst. Focus. We need to go now, before Kelce gets his entire family blacklisted from the club. You coming or not, Y/n/n?” Topper begs.

You’re nodding, leaning up to give Rafe one last kiss before you leave. He holds you close to him with a firm hand on your back, voice dropping to a whisper right next to your ear. “You’re sure you’re okay?”

The lump in your throat is growing, but you push through, lowering yourself back down to your feet as soon as you can. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Focus on the rest of your night.”

Rafe still looks unsure, his hand resting on the nape of your neck as he kisses your forehead. “Y/n—”

“We’ll talk about it later, okay?” you finally admit. Rafe nods curtly, can tell you’re not going to let him leave with you right now. But he doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know that if you pull him away from his responsibilities right after that talk you had with Ward, it’s going to spell disaster for the two of you.

“Just some business stuff, alright?” he assures you. “I’ll see you soon. Forty-five minutes.”

“Promise?” you murmur, fiddling with his pocket square. He smiles down at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Promise. You look so pretty. Half an hour. Now go.”

Topper’s guiding you towards the parking lot with a polite hand on your back, but you have to watch Rafe as you leave. You watch him approach his dad, who gives him a smile and a pat on the back. Rafe preens under his gaze.

But Ward must have been watching you two from afar because his gaze is flickering back to you, and he fixes you with a hard stare. He raises his eyebrows, bringing his drink to his lips. Taking a leisurely sip, hint of a smirk on his face. You can practically hear his thoughts: ‘Rafe chose to stay here with me, with the business, and sent you off with his friends.’ It’s everything in you to not let the tears that have been building on your waterline spill over. But your friend isn’t easily fooled.

“Y’alright, Y/n?” Topper says from beside you, trusting Kelce enough to walk on his own as you all near the parking lot. He moves to follow your gaze but you stop him, quickening your pace towards his gray Jeep. “Did something happen?”

“Ward Cameron happened.”

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Book: Open Heart Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish) Rating: Mature (18+) Warnings: Sexual content Words: 1306 Summary: A lazy day off leads to unexpected changes in plans when Tobis breaks out a bingo card.... A/N: So, here’s the Casey/Tobias version, inspired by this ask from @catchinglikekerosene. This was quick and dirty (kind of like they’re about to be...) so I didn’t edit. Be kind. lol

@choicesjuly2022challenge - Day 1 - Idiots in Love (but I love these idiots lol)

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY ... sort of.

Casey was sitting at the kitchen table working on a crossword puzzle. She was waiting for Tobias to finish in the shower so they could head out and enjoy their day off. Two strong arms unexpectedly encircled her waist, and she felt his warm breath on her neck. Her soft laughter filled the room as he unleashed a trail of delicate kisses from her neck, down her shoulder, to her arm, ending with a single loud smack on the back of her hand.

“What are you doing?” she smiled as he walked across the room in sweatshorts and nothing more. “Aren’t we supposed to go to the sculptors gallery today?”

He reached up to the cabinet's top shelf and pulled out a cereal box. Casey would be lying if she said her eyes were not tracing every muscle in his arm and chest as he moved, and by the smirk on his face when he turned and caught her eye, he knew.

“Sure, we’ll get over there later in the day,” he answered, pouring the oat flakes into a bowl. “But I wanted to do something else first.”

Batting her eyes flirtatiously, Casey began to giggle. “Didn’t we already do that before your shower?”

Sliding next to her at the table, he placed a kiss on her cheek. “Yes, my dear, but that’s not what I was referring to.”

He picked two sheets of paper out of a small stack of folders on the side of the table. “Here,” he said, handing one to Casey. “I want us to do this.”

“Sex… bingo?”

“Sort of. I want to compare where we’ve both done it. See if there is anyplace we should maybe, you know, visit together.”

“Why are you so into these quizzes? When I first asked you to take one, I got the feeling you hated them, now….”

“I never hated them. I thought it weird. Then I saw how horny they get you at times, and they now… have my full support.”

“Because I’m not horny most of the time.”

His aqua eyes smoldered as they locked on hers with a devilish grin. “That’s not the point. I really want to see if we need to, you know, christen places together.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

“This is why I love you,” he said, handing her a pen. “Circle whatever you’ve done; I’ll circle mine. After we cross-reference, we’ll check what we’ve done together, and whatever remains is our bucket list.”

Tilting her head, Casey’s eyes went wide. “Uh, really, so like, should ‘sex with a stranger’ be on my bucket list at this juncture of my life?”

“No. Not everything,” he insisted. “Although… we could always pretend.”

With a slight blush, they were both got to work.

“Here,” Casey said, handing him her sheet. “How shocking. I’m done first.”

“I’m done too, wiseass. Now, let’s see what we got here.”

Tobias tilted his head, and Casey’s eyes went wide as they compared the cards side by side.

“Jesus, T. All but one? It would have been easier to circle what you haven’t done.”

“Hey, you only have three blanks. Don’t act like you fared all that much better.”

“Mmmm. And since all of my three involve another person, I guess I’m done then.”

“Unless you don’t want to be?” He teased.

“Why, Tobias Carrick? Are you suggesting that you’re willing to share me?”

“Yeah…NO! Wait!” He said in slight horror, “are you suggesting you want to be shared.”

“Nah! When you’ve had the best,” she said with a kiss, “who wants the rest.”

His lips formed a smile against hers as they backed away, not yet willing to part from each other.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Mmm. Stop with these delaying tactics. You just don’t want me to know just how depraved you are,” she said, grasping his bingo sheet in her hand. Tobias followed suit and grabbed hers.

“You did it on a washing machine?” he gasped.

“Yes,” Casey giggled. “I see that’s the one task you failed to achieve. “Sex with two people at once, and sex with two or more people in 24 hours?” She pointed to the circled boxes. “Geeze, T… were these at least concurrent incidents?”

“Can I plead the fifth on my college and med school days?”

“Ah! So I should ask Ethan?”

“NEGATIVE!” he smiled. “You mad?”

“Hey, what was before me, was before me,” she said, raising her eyes to meet his. “I’m not that insecure anymore.”

“Good, because you have nothing to be insecure about.”

After a quick embrace, they began reviewing their cards again.

“Well, it looks like the only overlap we haven’t completed together is on top of a hill or mountain, oh, and the washing machine.”

“Who did you do it on a washing machine with?”

“Well, there were two people, actually… just not at the same time,” Casey teased.

“Really?”

“Yes, but that’s not important. Can we count when we did it camping as on top of a hill or mountain?”

“No, because we were at the base of the mountain. But, this is easily remedied. We can go to Bunker Hill later today.”

“That’s not much of a hill,” she laughed.

“It still works. But the washing machine….”

“Dear God, T. Are you that worked up over the fact that I’ve done it on a washing machine….”

“… twice, apparently…”

“… and you haven’t?” Casey tossed her pen at him playfully.

“No, it’s just that if my woman has experienced great sex on a washing machine twice in her life, well, I need to experience it with her.”

“I never said it was great….”

“It will be this time,” he smirked.

“I’m sure it will. But there’s a problem.”

“What?”

“Our washer/dryer is stacked. There are only about six inches clearance above the dryer… and that’s the dryer, not the washer, so even if we could do it, it wouldn’t count.”

“Hmmm….” he hummed, his mind clearly at work. After a few moments, a satisfied look overtook him, and he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it!”

“What?”

“Bryce’s place. I have the keys.”

“Are you suggesting we break into our friend's apartment… so we can desecrate his washing machine.”

“We’ll disinfect it after… he wouldn’t mind. He’d probably think it’s badass.”

“I don’t know about that,” Casey laughed.

“I do. Plus, he’s visiting Keiki at boarding school this weekend, and I told him I’d pop in to get his mail and water his plants. So I have reason to be there.”

“And that reason isn’t fucking your girlfriend on his washing machine.”

“In fairness, it’s us… the moment he handed me the keys, he probably expected something like this could occur.”

“You might be right,” she chuckled. “OK, fine… go get dressed.”

“So I get to play washing machine repair man at Bryce’s,” he made a fist of victory, “YES!”

Casey sat on Tobias’s lap. “I hate to admit it, but this is exciting. But then again,” she laughed, feeling his hardness against her. “You already know that, apparently. Let’s get you dressed before we end up doing it here and never make it to Bryce’s.”

Casey jumped up from Tobias’s lap, eager to begin their mission when she felt a tug at her wrist.

“What?” she asked.

“You say it like it’s an either-or,” he grinned seductively before lifting her by the hips and placing her on the table before him. Leaning her back, his hands began tracing her curves, lavishing attention on his favorite spots as his lips captured hers in a lingering kiss. “Both?” he gasped between kisses, “Why not both?”

“Are you up for that old man?” she smiled.

As his sweatshorts hit the floor, he matched her grin. “Just watch, baby girl. Just watch…”

(They never went to the art gallery. Lol) Follow up request: Washed Up

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