#i love them the way i love glenn which is u suck but god are u interesting

[urproblematicfav-arsonk]

Currently thinking about Sparrow dooming an entire world to suffer and die to "protect his family". ya know, the family where he forced his daughter when she was very young to murder animals with her bare hands, his son who was a unwanted pregnancy and ended up hating because he was too unapologetically himself/not easy to control and his brother who fucked his wife for years and knowingly hurt him. And finally his father who he has never respected or liked and has felt neglected and made helpless by.

What happened with the flesh monster Normal released was obviously incredibly bad. But considering that it was in containment already, they clearly have beaten it before already. This wasn't some hopeless fight where Sparrow had no choice by to enact Code Purple. He just didn't want to have to put the hard and painful work of fixing his and brother's mistake.

It's why Lark never told anyone what The Doodler really was, it's why Hero was born, it's why they betrayed Nicky and it's why Sparrow committed genocide. Because it's easy. If they knew that The Doodler was just a scared child that desperately needed help then that means We Have To Help It and that's more complicated then killing it. Hero was born as a copout so the twins wouldn't have to fix this themselves and could just sacrifice their daughter instead. Nicky and Code Purple was just their way of shoving all this responsibility under the rug and getting to pretend that if they can't see it then it's not real anymore.

None of this was ever about Family or protection. It was always Lark and Sparrow trying to find a way to make this no longer their problem. The twins have always been selfish and violent. At at the end of they day they were both adults when they made all these choices and as painful and unfair as it is when you've been through trauma, you have to fix that shit yourself. You can't keep blaming your childhood or parents, you can't keep the cycle going and going on forever just because you're family didn't break it first.

[nikkisheep]

Idk if I'm asking in the right place or if ur requests are open but could u do smthn smutty for Glenn or Maggie(or both)

Feel Me

Glenn Rhee x female!reader

Warnings: Maggie and Glenn are not together (love them tho), smut, fingering, oral (f), p in v, Glenn being a sex god, praise, pet names (baby), mentions of walkers, mentions of Rick and reader dating, fluffy ending

Got a tad bit carried away

Summary: Glenn needs to let off some tension and who better than the girl waiting back at home for him.

Walkers were the main stress in this new world. They ate everything in their path. Humans, animals, anything you can name they ate. Their nasty hands and skin move about as they search for a meal to tide them over until they found another.

Glenn was working on the crops that Rick had him start growing. He did not know the first thing about farming but that was where his friendship with Maggie Green came in. He had learned the ropes on the farm with her but now she was busy with her own job. He was just starting to become overwhelmed.

You were sitting in a long shirt and panties while knitting a blanket. Judith was in need of a bigger blanket and you asked Rick if you could make her a new one. He admired your love for his daughter which was the entire reason he started to love you. But that was a long time ago. When you were on the road. Now that you were in a safe community, you and Glenn hit it off.

Your crush on Glenn started when you noticed that Maggie was taking an interest in him. You didn't mean to but your heart wanted him. You told him after he and Maggie broke up. You had just stopped seeing Rick and you needed a friend. In the end, you got a boyfriend who loved you.

Glenn walked through the door of the house, dirty from the hard day's work, and he gave you a peck on the cheek. He looked tired and stressed. You wanted to help him feel better.

"Baby, are you alright?"

"I'm just tired, is all." Glenn answered.

"Maybe I can help," You walked up to him and kissed his shoulder. Your hands started to massage the tension in his shoulders away, placing a kiss on his neck. Breathing him in, his smell fills your lungs. Dirt, sweat, pine wood, and just Glenn surrounded you. He sighed when you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. A slight beard had started to grow and you were quite fond of it. You found it to be sexy on the man.

"I wanna help you relax."

Kissing his lips deeply, you push his shirt off his body. Revealing a toned chest and lower stomach. Your hands wandered his skin, feeling the warmth from his body as Glenn deepened the kiss by grabbing your face. You pull away and grab his hand, leading him upstairs to the bedroom that you shared. His brown eyes followed your every move and traced your body. He loved you in so many ways more than just lust. He loved every part of you. He wanted to worship you in so many ways. He wanted to build a temple for just you and be your only worshiper if it made you happy. If it let him continue to see you like this.

Slowly undressing each other, gentle touches and kisses were exchanged between the two bodies that were pressed against each other. Seeking warmth and comfort in the hands of each other, the two of you laid down onto the soft mattress below. Glenn kissed your neck, making you grip his black hair slightly, and made his hot trail down to your core. He kissed each thigh, biting slightly so he could see the beautiful reaction that he all too well knows when he has you like this. He kisses you again, this time, on the very place where you need him most.

Your thighs close around his head and you arch your back slightly at the new found pleasure that Glenn's mouth provided for you. He licks at your gaping hole and moans, literally moans, at the sounds that you make for him. Your eyes meet with his brown ones in the dim lit room. You feel him smile against your lower body and then he started to suck on your pulsing clit. He toys with it, circling his tongue on the delicate bud as you whine above him.

"So beautiful," He muttered into your skin while you grind your hips up against his tongue. He chuckles before placing an arm on your waist to hold you down.

"Careful now, don't want this to end too quickly now would we?"

You whimper as he went back to his assaults on your cunt. He moves a hand up to you and gentle push inside two fingers. The stretch burns for a second but Glenn is curling his fingers against your sensitive walls. He ruts against the mattress as wetness floods from you, around Glenn's fingers as he moves them inside your body. He plays your body to the tune of his desires and he kindly let you cum on his fingers and mouth.

He kisses up your body, shaking with pleasure, humming for his touch. You would gratefully take whatever it is that he decides to give your lusting body. He kisses your neck before reaching your mouth. He slips his tongue through the gate of your swollen lips and licks at the roof of your mouth. You groan at the tart but sweet taste of your arousal.

Glenn props himself up with one hand and uses the other to move his cock to entrance of your body. He looks to your face as he pushes slightly in, watching your face contort into pleasure at the feeling of his body becoming one with yours. He rests his forehead against yours, his hair sticking to his head with his sweat and his scent floods your senses. It was just so Glenn. Just so home. He was your home.

"I gotta move," You nodded at his words and he pulled back slightly. Not wanting to leave your warmth for very long, for he thrusts back in as soon as he pulls out. His thrusts began to build as the coil in your stomachs began to tighten with the overwhelming pleasure that coursed red hot in your veins. The drag of his cock against the wet walls of your pussy was heavenly. The feel of the veins rubbing as the head of his dick kissed your g-spot every time.

Glenn leaned down and his chest pressed to yours, sticking together with the sweat that presented itself on your bodies. The heat of the act was rising while your moans started to get higher and higher. Glenn smiled at you.

"You're doing so good for me, baby."

You moaned at the praise and clenched tightly around Glenn. He stuttered his hips for just a second before gaining his composer again. His hips grazed yours as the movement above you continued with great haste. Glenn wanted you to cum once more before he got his fill. He was always more of a giver rather than a receiver and you lived for it. He always knew what he was doing. You remember that you joked about the man being a sex god who came to taunt you and you were right about him being a sex god.

His arms bulged as he strained to hold himself up while you wrap your legs around his waist and your nails scrape against the skin of his back, leaving angry red welts behind. Glenn whispers sweet nothings into your ear with his eyes closed because the sensations began to become too much.

With one more thrust of his cock, the band breaks and you climax heavily. Your orgasm releases the tension in your muscles when you felt the lovely feeling of Glenn's cum spilling inside your womb. He pushes himself as far as he can while thrusting a few more times, prolonging the pleasure of your orgasm.

Glenn lets himself go and he falls beside you, his shoulder on your chest but it still counts. He smiled at you before picking you up to take a bath. You sat in the warm water while he washed your body, careful of the sensitivity that had now taken over. You leaned into his warmth and kissed his hand when bringing it to your lips.

Glenn kissed your cheek and praised you on how well you had done for him. How good you were. How much you made him feel good. How you were the only one to make him feel that good.

"Thank you," He whispered once you had cuddled in bed.

"For what?"

"For helping me."

"Glenn, if you ever need to unwind, you know where to find me."

"I hope you know that this is more than using you as a stress relief."

"Baby, I knew the first time you made me feel good. I knew that this is what true love feels like."

"Thank you."

"For what?" You moved closer to his body. His arms wrapped around you.

"For loving me and just being in my life."

"Always."

[imaginewarehouse]

Various Males x Fem!ExModel!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: You, a retired model get hired at Cloud 9 and, not-at-all-surprisingly, you get harassed by every allegeable (According to them) bachelor in the place- but god fucking damnit! You’re just here to get a paycheck??!  

“You can’t knock ‘em out, you cant walk away,

Try desperately to think about the politest way to say,

“Just get out of my face,”, “Just leave me alone,”

“And no you cant have my number,”,

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

(Inspired by Lily Allen’s Knock ‘Em Out)

Includes (In order of appearance after the introduction bit): Sal Kazlauskas, Garret McNeil, Tate Staskiewicz, Isaac (And I think my favouritism here definitely bleeds through*Cough*), Elias Greene, Cory, Jonah Simms, and Marcus White.

Warnings: Sal, harassment (They leave after you say no though. Just to be sure) 

🔆  🔆  🔆

“And uh, yeah one last thing before we all hop off to work! We have a new Cloud 9 family member. Y/N! Would you like to stand up?” Glenn, the lovely man who took your interview a week ago and then went out of his way today to look for you out front in the morning to show you around quickly and guide you through clocking in, finds you in the crowd of workers and gestures for you to stand.

Oh, uh- uhh, okay! Up we get, then, you think as you stand up like he said and take a look around at all the judging eyes, which normally wouldn’t phase you but here is a lot scarier than what you’re used to. This an entirely different environment to getting up at a modelling gig- you know nothing about working this kind of job! You’ve never done it, so, you’re afraid they’ll judge you right off the bat and make it difficult for you to ask questions. And you can’t keep bothering Glenn- he has more important things to do.

Oh god, you hear whispering. You peer around. Where is that coming from?-

“This is Y/N L/N! She’ll be working with Go back’s today,” Right, Go Back’s Easy enough; Glenn explained them earlier before the meeting started. “So if you see her in your area- be sure to say hello and see if she needs some help, K? Good. We’re jazzed to have you with us Y/N.”

“Thank you!” You quip quickly, then sit down and focus on Glenn again, hoping dearly at the same time that attention disperses from you immediately.

Glenn smiles, glancing down at his clipboard for any last-minute messages. “Okay! I think that’s it, so- “

The whispering from before suddenly cuts off. “Uh yeah, question?” Glenn stops short when a man in the back kind of rudely cuts him off, but sighs out a ‘Yes, Marcus?’ as the woman beside him - Dina, - rolls her eyes severely. Oh, you let a tiny ghost of a smirk slip over your lips. That’s kind of a reaction, isn’t it? “Yo- new girl.” What- me- w h y- You immediately get awkward again and twist around in your chair, but don’t really know who to look at. Luckily the tall brunette in the warehouse uniform is pointing, so you figure it out pretty quick that that’s who you’re looking for, and calm down. Mostly. 

Yeah? You raise one eyebrow. “Hi?”

He grins back to the right and the left of him, to his equally pleased buddies and pals, before raising a Vogue magazine- and it’s the issue on which you scored the front page. Jeez, that was months ago! “Is this you?”

A chorus of ‘Ohhhhh’ and general excitement travels around the room and for the first time ever, you’re half ashamed to admit that yes that is you. In your usual circle this is something to be proud of… but you get that it isn’t really like that, in non-modelling circles. In fact, it could be something to be embarrassed about.

Especially seeing that oh dude and his gang of Michael Myers fashion wannabes look like a hungry, dim-witted, wolves rather than plainly interested about your modelling career.

But, still, you smile politely and nod. Hopefully it’ll be forgotten before the afternoon, at least. “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Nice.”

Hmm… you really, really hope that it’s forgotten soon, at least, as you turn back around to face the front again as Glenn sends everyone off to work. Because if not, then these boys are going to learn the hard way that models take self-defence classes religiously.

Or at least you are going to have a very uncomfortable day, which is just great. You groan inwardly at the thought, as you gather up your coffee from the table beside you and drop it in the trash can on the way out.

~

You’re just doing your own thing and someone

Comes out of the blue,

They’re like,

“Alright”

But he’s saying

“Yeah can I take your digits?”

And you’re like, “No, not in a million years, you’re nasty.

Please leave me alone.”

There’s already so many Go Back’s! You think excitedly, as you get to work looking for where things should be. You’re glad to have something to do- at your first job with Chuck E Cheese, before you got into the modelling thing, you were basically useless the first day because you weren’t allowed to grill yet, you didn’t know how to assemble, and they didn’t want you out on the floor for the birthday party that was happening, in fear that you would mess up royally. So you just sat around trying not bother anyone, and that felt terrible. So, wandering the aisles of Cloud 9 with a full shopping trolley searching for products and neatening things up? Sounds like a good deal to you. Yes please.

“Uhh, hi.”

You practically jump entirely out of your skin, hearing the voice right beside you and whip your head around to see a balding guy in a blue Cloud 9 jacket. Is this man licking his fingers!?

“Uh,” You step back with your brightest, most polite smile, picking something up from the Go Back’s cart and rounding it to put it between you and the man, before acting like you’re stupid enough to be putting barbecue sauce in the Barbie section, and then… “Oh, oops! Silly me!” You flash the guy a nervous look. “I’m still working things out… “

Well? Better to look like an absolute idiot, then be standing within grabbing radius of the creepy man licking his fingers that you’re all alone in the middle of an empty aisle with. “Um… so, what’s up? Did someone send you to find me, or… am I doing something wrong? You know better than me, after all!”

“No… “His gaze licks up your form and if it weren’t for all your ‘training’ in staying still and not feeling this kind of thing- you absolutely would have wigged out. “You’re doing fine… Just wanted to see you.”

Boy- if anyone else could see your face right at this moment, full of disgust and mild horror, you’re sure you would be YouTubes next hit. Or a meme. “Oh… “You nervously chuckle. “Um, well, I’m gonna… go… “You pull the trolley around so that you can back up out the back of the aisle and escape through stuffed toys, into the open but his hand comes down on the other end of the trolley- stopping it. Before you can stop yourself, verbal diarrhoea spews from your lips. “Glenn has my resume- there’s a photo on there you can have.”

“That’s okay I prefer them to be breathing.” Both his hands are on the end of your trolley now, tight so his knuckles turn white, and he’s breathing unnecessarily heavy. He’s even leaning over the trolley some like his body really can’t handle whatever terrible heat is plaguing it right now. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god… this is so gross.

“Well, that’s… u-understandable...”

He looks up into your eyes, now, and doesn’t blink. Who the hell is this guy?! “Say… “ Oh no, oh no- he’s coming around the trolley-he’s coming around-he’s close-too close-too close-mayday-MAYDAY- Slowly, in your face, he licks up his thumb, makes an ‘Mm,’ sound, and you deeply wince; So much so in fact that one of your eyes completely closes. “Could I take your phone number?”

You absolutely couldn’t have helped what happened next if you had wanted to.

“Eeeeuuuwwwwwwww no not in a million years, your nasty, please leave me alone!!” You exclaim in a high voice before abandoning the trolley and rushing off to customer service.

~

“No you cant have my number,”

“Why?”

“Cuz I lost my phone.”

By the time you got to the front desk, you had basically calmed down and were mostly just stressed that you left the Go Back’s behind- but still must look troubled as the guy manning the front desk makes a confused, half-concerned but mostly intrigued kind of face at you as you stop there. You’re about to explain your appearance - that or just shrug, not too bothered about reporting whatever mess that was. Not on your first day, at least. No way. - when his face relaxes, and he nods. “Ohhh. Damn, Sal got to you?”

Sal? Was that the guy’s name? You didn’t check. “Oh, was that his name? I was a bit too preoccupied by his eyeballs sucking out my soul, to notice his name tag.” Now that you’re thinking about it, though, you glance at this man’s name tag. Garret.

“Yep, that’s Sal. That’s just one of the wonderful things involved in working here that you’ll just have to get used to.” Garret grins, offering you a chill perspective with a side of cynicism. You sigh, truly feeling relieved that you’ve found a normal person and relax your back against the taller part of the desk.

“Brilliant.” The sarcasm drips off the tip of your tongue.

“You’ll have to deal with a lotta that here, though, looking like you do.” You turn your head to the side to look already exhausted just by the idea, at him. He shrugs. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. I just speak the truth.”

“God- I feel sorry for the other women working here.”

“Oh, no. They’re in a completely different wheelhouse to you. Sorry.” Garret leans on his forearms on the desk, and you roll over to lean on your shoulder and pay attention. “See, you’re a model- “

“I was a model,”

“You were a model- which through primitive male thought process makes you prime real estate. Whoever manages to ‘bag’ you, for lack of a better word I apologise, gets some serious bragging rights.” He shrugs, and looks vaguely apologetic but still some how shameless as this utter bullshit slips out of his mouth. “We can’t help it- some of us don’t even know we’re doing that, but we are. Actually, I’m probably the only one who’ll admit it… which… kinda makes me your best option. Self-awareness, and all that.”

Oh. A dry laugh comes out of you as you feel a text come through in your back pocket and pull out your phone. As you see that its not an urgent message, you immediately put the phone back and glance around for any supervisors before returning to your conversation with Garret. “Oh- of course it does.”

“Exactly!” He grins, and you can’t tell through his expression at all whether he’s genuinely this clueless or if he’s just shooting his shot. “So- “

“No, you can’t have my number.”

“Why?”

Deadass, in a very monotone voice, you say: “I lost my phone.”

Then the two of you just have a stare off for a minute. Garret because he just saw you use your phone, and you because you wont back down.

~

“Oh yeah, actually yeah I’m, I’m pregnant. I’m having a baby in like 6 months, so no. Yeah, yeah… “

“You know,” The chemist pipes up from behind the Pharmacy desk as you put back some pill boxes he said were fine to return to the shelves, and you glance over at him to show you’re listening, and check his name tag. “I myself considered a career in modelling, before this. People even say, now, that I could model.”

Oh boy. You think, fighting not roll your eyes. And how old are you? Early 30’s? I don’t think so buddy.

“Oh, well, I wouldn’t recommend it.” You flash him a nervous grin before returning to your shelving. “You’re good for, like, 3 years. But then you hit 22 and unless you look like Victoria Justice shared with you whatever youth fountain she got chucked into, then you have to find something else to do with your life- despite having nothing to fall back on.” Okay… so… I might be a bit bitter.

Tate chuckles - and oh boy, he sounds just like your old manager. Totally fake, -, hiding his hands in his lab coat pockets. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Besides, I got the better end of the deal, anyway. Doctor for the doctors, they call us.” They call Pharmacists that? Who? That’s news to you. “Ahhh, yeah… I’m doing pretty well for myself.”

“Yep.” Forcing a fake smile his way, you leave the shelf you were stocking and get closer to the desk to stock another, as Tate’s eyes follow you waiting for encouragement of some kind. Doesn’t he have a job to do?? “You chose well!”

“Yeah, thanks. I know.” Ffffff-f a r out. This guy! “You know, you and me, we’d make a good couple.”

Oh? Dear god? You pause your shelving in surprise at the bomb this man has just dropped so casually, fish oil tablets paused on their journey to the shelf mid-air. Could Garret’s crazy-pants theory have been right?

“Ohh,” You giggle nervously, returning to work a bit faster now. “I don’t know. I think for a pharmacist like you, I would envision, like… “An actual doctor? No, I can’t say that. “A personal trainer, or something. Keep you both healthy all-round, you know? Now that’s a power team.” As long as that personal trainer has humility enough for the both of them, at least.

“Mergh,” He makes a face, like ‘What the heck are you talking about??’, before shaking his head of the things you just said and leaning over the desk towards you. You keep packing, even faster now. Like the Flash. Go! Go! Go! Death Con 5!! “So, whadaya say? I could pick you up Friday after work, and we could head up to one of my timeshares?” He says that like it’s such a selling point! You think, fighting off the powerful urge to laugh but still feeling the panic deep in the pits of your soul. “Stake it out together for the weekend? Get to know each other?”

“Uhh… “Excuses! What are they? You slowly stop stocking, turning around to face him and crossing your arms. The man deserves to at least be faced as he’s rejected; You’re kind enough to give him that, at least. “I’d love to! But, the thing is… “Chewing your bottom lip, you think hard.

Ding Ding Ding!!

“The thing is, Tate… “You fake some nerves, now. “I’m actually, uh… “You look up, face relaxing. “Pregnant.”

Oh boy, the way that man recoils at that word, like a terrified, disgruntled, blonde hedgehog. You’re going to laugh so hard about it, later!! “Oh.”

“Yeah! Oh, I mean, yeah… I’m gonna be having a baby, in like, 6 months so… yeah… Yep.“ You shrug to him, as if its just so unfortunate. “Shame.”

~

She looks in her bag, takes out a fag, tries to get away from the guy on a blag,

Can’t find a light.

‘’Here, use mine.’’

‘’See the thing is I just don’t have the time.’’

Ahh, lunch. Now you can check your texts! Hmm, you look through your notifications and gradually lose excitement. Mum… mum… mum… phone bill company… friend… mum again…

Ah, the glamorous life of the famous.

You roll your eyes, and get to responding to your mothers texts about dinner and when you’ll be home and how your first day is going, not noticing the not-so-jolly, not-so-green-(unless-you-meant-pot) giant approaching you. When you finally finish responding to both your mum and your friend, you put your phone away and start unwrapping your lunch- a typical ham sandwich that you’re actually pretty excited about. That’s one good thing about your sudden drop in financial status; You can put in your damn sandwich as many pieces of ham and cheese as you like. Grinning excitedly, you pick it up and have it halfway to your mouth before another person - a very heavy, large person, - drops down beside you on the bench you’ve commandeered behind the store. You close your mouth without any delicious lunch inside it and look up, politely to the person who’s joined you.

And all you can think, is wow.

He could put you in a suitcase and walk off with you right now and have no problems.

That’s wow.

“Hi! I’m Y/N,” You introduce yourself, offering a hand for him to shake.

“I know.” Oh, well yeah okay that’s understandable. Glenn did introduce you to everyone this morning. Despite the man’s less-then-excited response, he takes your hand in his and shakes. It makes you all giddy inside, honestly. So b i g. “Names Isaac.”

Do you remember Isaac in the breakroom this morning? You wrack your brain for him, because surely if he was there you noticed him-

Oh. Yep, you remember him. He was one of that Marcus-Dude’s pals chuckling and whispering behind him. He was one of the men that had the magazine with you on the front, and if there’s one thing you know about men who carry Vogue in their locker’s it’s that they fit into only 2 groups- interested in fashion, obviously… and interested in the women. And this man clearly is not interested in fashion. Immediately, on this realisation, you feel disappointed- you really could have liked this man right off the bat…

But it looks like he’s just going to be another of the men at this store you have to get to know, before becoming friendly with.

“So,” He starts, and you fight off a wince. Hopefully, you don’t know what’s coming. But… the likeliness of that is not high. “You wanna go out, some time? I’m a big fan of your work.” He smirks.

“Oh, ha ha.” You laugh sarcastically, shaking your head and returning to your sandwich. You take a bite and- Ahhhhhh, so worth the wait. Oh my god. Food orgasm. “At least you’re honest!”

“Yeah, so is that a yes?” His face brightens a smidgeon, which is a lot seeing as he doesn’t seem to be totally all there, in the first place.

You look up at Isaac, and look apologetic. He was honest with you so its only fair that you’re genuine with him. “Sorry… “

“Ah- actually, I don’t know if this’ll change your mind, but I have 2 weeks to live, so… “

Never mind on that honesty thing, then.

Dull-eyed, you stare up at him. “… Uh-huh.”

“Its true! I have, uh, cancer.” He insists, nodding his head and forcing his eyebrows up his forehead all serious-like.

“Cancer.” Right.

“Yep.”

Right, time to look in the bag... You start to wrap up your lunch again - sadly, as now you’ll have to wait until the end of the day and the bus ride home to eat it, - and plop it back away in your bag, getting up and pulling out a cigarette instead- that should hold you over until the end of the day. “My lunch break is actually over, so I should go- Damn, where’s my light?“

Isaac rifles through his pockets until he pulls out an old looking neon orange lighter, and offers it to you. “Here, use mine.”

Oh, no. You stare at it like a deer in headlights. If you accept that, like you really want to right now because it’s been a month since your last smoke, then you have obligations to sit with him for another couple minutes, at least.

Aghh… You groan and whine on the inside, before making up your mind and flinging the cigarette into a puddle. “See the thing is, I don’t actually have the time-”

~

“Go away now, let me go.”

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

“Ughhh… “This one has been giving you looks all day, but had no courage until now to speak to you- but the thing is? He didn’t have the smarts, either, to take off his wedding ring at least before he decided to be a bastard and bother you. So you feel absolutely no regret about being exactly as dismissive or plain rude, as you feel. “Elias? Go away now.”

The nervous man, who’s been ringing his hands this whole time and stuttering through failed date requests that you pretended you didn’t understand because of his struggle, gets panicked. “Just let me ask!- Will, will you go out with me?”

“No.” You yawn, dropping a piglet toy into a basket.

“But!- “

Turning away, you start pushing your trolley along to get to the next aisle. “Let me go.”

“We can go wherever you like!”

Sighhhhhhhhh. You turn around and grant him an audience, putting your hands on your hips and raising you brows at the wedding band on his left hand.

“Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?”

~

“Please fuck off.”

Oh good god in heaven, they’re going bigger with their proposals.

“Y/N! Will you go out with me?”

This man, Corey, has grabbed the announcement phone now that you’re walking away, making you freeze like the dad possum in Over The hedge and seriously consider playing dead, too, as you slowly turn around to look at him again.

Oh, if only looks could kill- he would be so dead that even Vlad the Impaler’s victims would laugh.

This is your first day, and the fact that you’re being harassed by multiple stupid men is bad enough but now he’s calling attention to you like this? Glenn’s going to think you’re a troublemaker!! Jesus fucking Christ- you need this job! Corey continues to talk into the speaker phone, even as he looks into your eyes and sees his death.  “And… now… you’re looking at me like that, so uh… I’m just gonna… say please?”

… “’Please’ fuck off.”

“Yes ma’am-“  

~

“Go away now, I’ve made myself clear.

I don’t think so.

Nah its not gonna happen.

Not in a million years.”

Since the run-in with Corey and the following spike in your blood pressure, you’ve calmed down again. But now you’re looking into the two faces of a ‘Mateo’, who you apparently work with, and a ‘Castor’ who does not work here and is not shopping but is still in your face and is t h i s close to feeding that ugly tie to his cousin.

But, still, you’re going to stay graceful, because Castor constantly looks like he’s 3 seconds from pooing himself. “Now please go away, now… I think I’ve made myself clear.” By explaining, politely, that you aren’t looking for a man but thank you for the offer, Castor.

“Oh, but you haven’t heard what Castor does for a living! He’s in insurance,” Mateo explains to you, like this is some huge game changer. When you don’t react, he adds that there’s good money, insurance.

You almost laugh. Does this boy really think you’re such a gold digger? Boy- if I wanted riches then I could’ve easily become a C-Class actor who has no skills in the area, but is pretty so gets praised like she does- like a lotta my model friends.

Instead I’m here, at Cloud 9.

Come to your own conclusions.

But instead of saying that, though, you just shake your head nervously. “I don’t think so… “

“But!- “

“Nah… sorry, its… not gonna happen… “

“But Castor is- “

“Not in a million years… “

~

“Aw, no. I gotta go. My house is on fire.”

Now, at least this one is respectful, you think, listening to him talk about the products you’re shelving together. He had come over and offered to give you a hand when you looked confused, as a ‘Cheyanne’ had handed you a scanner earlier and then promptly ran off, despite your utter incompetence. You were so relieved that this guy turned up!!

“… so, you just punch in reduce .50, and scan! Its pretty easy, if you have it properly explained to you. I- I was actually in the same situation, as you! When I first started here, except I ended up, uh, reducing all the items in electronics to 15 cense rather than discounting it all 15 percent.” A grin spreads across your lips at the story, and thank god that Jonah had turned up before that happened to you and, with your luck, you got fired for it.

“Oh no!”

“Yeah- Amy, our uh, floor supervisor, was pretty cranky with me about that… “He laughs himself, resting his hands on his hips; Still looking nervous at the memory.

You look back down at the scanner you’re holding and shake your head. “Well at least you know, now! And thank you so much for coming to my aid, haha. I was so lost- you’ve been a huge help! A life saver, truly.”

“Yeah… “ He gives a cute little, reserved smile. “So, uh, its basically the end of the day! Hope you’re first day hasn’t been too strenuous. At the end of my first day, I know I was tired. But I got to go out with a couple of the other employees and have a drink, to destress. If-If you were free, we could… do something. Together.” Your eyebrows slowly raise up your forehead at that, and you turn to look up Jonah, sceptical. What was that? You sure have had a long day, and its about to get a lot longer if this boy is asking what you think he is. “Sorry! Sorry, that sounded weird. Um, I guess what I’m really asking, is… would you like to, I dunno, go out with me sometime? I know some great places.”

Oh, noooooo! You cry, on the inside. You thought you found a normal one!

Still, he is being so nice… The least you could do is let him down easily.

“Oh, Jonah, I actually… oh- sorry.” Your phone beeps in your pocket and you take it out quickly to have a glance - its just your mother… again, - … and suddenly get an idea. Feigning shock, you quickly put the phone away and put down the scanner. It’s time to clock out and go home, anyway, thank god. “I have to go! That was my mum, uh- I really have to go!”

“Wow, wow, wow, what’s wrong?? Can I help with anything?”

Oh… he looks so concerned. He’s sweet.

But before you can rethink your words, this living horror slips out. “My-my house is on fire.”

Oh god, you’re a horrible person.

~

“I’ve, I’ve got herpes. No- Syphilis!”

Oh thank god the day is over. Rolling your shoulders back, you kneel down at your bottom locker, open it up and take out your bag. Now you can go home and put on Gotham on Netflix, wear no pants and eat thin mints until you fall asleep.

When you get up, you aren’t watching out for a man to be standing barely half a foot away from you - Your mistake, obviously, - so you jolt right out of your skin when you see him and curse. What is wrong with these men? Does Cloud 9 offer complimentary staff ninja classes along with their lack of health insurance? Man, classy company. “Sorry!” You look up past the coveralls after stepping a safe distance back from him, and immediately feel dread deep in your chest. “Oh, hi. Marcus, was it?”

“That’s me! How was your first day?” He asks, seeming polite enough despite the fact that you’re cornered between tall boy and the lockers. And you’re too tired to try and slip away- this boy will get out of your way.

“It was good! Thanks for asking. I’m ready to go home and collapse, though.” You admit, shoulders dropping and a tired smile on your lips. Mmm… thin mints… bed… blankets… Cory Michael Smith… I can taste it… Marcus just needs to get out of my way.

“I hear that.” Evidently not quite as deeply, though, as he moves on pretty fast. “Listen- I was thinking if you’re into it we could… go out, some time.” He tilts his head forward to clarify, “On a date,”, in case that part hadn’t translated, and chuckles. “We could see a movie or get drinks, or something, I don’t know. How about tonight?”

T-tonight? The word nearly slips from your lips; All disbelief and tears and exhaustion, included. You’re so tired. “Um… you know, tempting offer, but um… “He looks so hopeful. It nearly changes your mind. “Not tonight.”

“OH! So like, tomorrow?” Oh christ- “Cuz I’m supposed to watch Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here with my mum, but… no, I can blow that off! So, tomorrow?”

You take a deep breath, not really knowing what you can say. “Marcus… “He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. “… I have herpes.”

“Wait, what??” He steps back, nearly tripping over a table in his fear that just being near you will cause him to contract the disease, and you let your guard down in relief. Yep, for sure, definitely. If it makes him back off, then yes- you have herpes. You have a raging, festering case of herpes.

“Yeah! Or-“ Squinting, you pretend to sift through your brain. “Was it Syphilis?” This boys eyes basically bulge out of his head and you’re totally going to laugh about it later, but right now you have to get out of there. You waive your hand dismissively and walk on by him towards the door like you don’t have a care in the world. Before you leave though, you turn around a flash Marcus a big smile. “Either way, ew, right? Well, see you tomorrow buddy! Gotta go! Enjoy I’m A Celebrity with your mum.” Then you’re gone.

Tomorrow is going to be a much better day, once that rumour is properly spread.

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The Wife vs Colette vs Lizzie: We Run the World

Written 10/15/18

Glenn Close, Keira Knightly, Kristen Stewart, Chloe Sevigny. I wouldn’t want to meet any of these women in a dark alley, at least not if I’m an arrogant man who’s trying to run their lives.

Within the last two weeks, all three of these powerhouse feminist rants made their way into the Darkside Cinema (our local indie theater in Corvallis, Oregon. You know the one, hidden on top of a bookstore, up two flights of stairs, with the slogan “We Suck Less” scrawled across the olds-mobile style drinks cooler). At a glance, none of them are in my top five of the year, probably not even my top ten, but what they say together elevates them to something worth writing about.

I saw Lizzie first. My fiancee and I went in expecting poetry and got…well, not poetry. He was harder on it than I, tearing to bits its drab writing and hazy narrative. I felt defensive, recognizing the attempt at a feminist rallying cry, and wanting to support the effort even if the product fell short. Kristin Stewart amazes of course, bringing a realistic attitude to the otherwise fantastical cast of characters. Jamie Sheridan is basic, Dennis O’Hare is unnecessarily slimy, and even Chloe Sevigny performs below her talents with a flattened version of what this mysterious character could have become. Everyone else could be replaced with cardboard cutouts and probably deliver their lines with equal fervor. Stewart, however, shines like the sun. She’s meek, defenseless, and defeated. Showing in her emotional climax the level to which women have been beaten into submission; expecting rape, expecting blame, expecting ownership. The mix of determination and apathy is complex and fascinating, giving Stewart the opportunity to use all her skills and defining her career to this point. I cannot wait to see what she brings us next.

Next I saw The Wife. I went solo to this one, and I’m glad I did. I love my fiancee, but there are some stories that we as women have to experience alone, if for no other reason than to be able to sit in a dark theater and quietly hate men without feeling the need to say to the person sitting next to us “well except you dear”; and my goodness, thank you Jonathan Pryce for being willing to be a punching bag for all our pent up aggression. Cathartic and thoughtful, Glenn Close delivers a magnum opus for all women who feel underappreciated next to men in our field who are, often…okay, for the sake of this piece, who are USUALLY not as talented as we are. I’d also like to add that while working the register at said local theater (yes I work there now, definite pay drop but huge moral promotion), The Wife received mixed reviews from patrons exiting, however everyone who didn’t like it happened to be, you guessed it, a middle aged man. One man told me why he didn’t like it, saying that the characters were unrealistic and the story unbelievable: “That would never happen in this day and age”, “A woman who’s supposed to be so intelligent and in tune with her emotions would have handled that situation better”. Guess what sir who-I’m-not-allowed-to-yell-at-because-you’re-a-customer, this would ABSOLUTELY happen in this day and age, and normal humans who are just trying to fucking survive would ABSOLUTELY handle it that way. It’s hard to get into this without spoiling the plot, but for those of us who have had the honor of witnessing this beautiful story, Joan (Close) is a disturbingly accurate vessel for our thoughts and feelings on ambition, devotion, and making it through the day as a second class citizen. The whole cast is splendid, the story moving, and the message bone-shaking, forcing me into an existential crisis, wondering if I even culturally have the potential to ever be sat next to equals, or if I will always be in a class below, paired up with men who are less than me but seen as equal because the “real” men are at the other table making Birdman and Moonlight and winning all the things. But I digress. As I did for an entire night. Moving on.

Lastly I saw Colette. Ah Keira Knightly, I wanted to be you as a little girl watching Pirates of the Caribbean, and I want to be you today as a grown woman trying to figure out what being creative and independent really means. A beautifully rendered ode to classic filmmaking, Colette rises from its traditional format to challenge the heavyweight dramas of today. Its story is elegant, its writing is soft, is message is clear, and Keira Knightly reminds us all why being a woman is not something to overcome but something of which we are god damn proud. With hints of sexual freedom and trans rights that don’t overshadow the central theme, we’re privileged to observe three dimensional characters fraught with believable and relatable issues. Unlike Stewart and Sevigny in the above-mentioned lesbian period piece, Knightly crackles with chemistry with not one, not two, but THREE of her female dalliances, making the sex scenes not only enjoyable (this coming from someone who has never seen a sex scene that I consider necessary) but enlightening to the story and character.

To (finally) get back to my original point: I am honored to be living in a time when I can see these three movies back to back, and more-so when I can write about these movies and not be dismissed as just a “woman writer”, and these women, some real and some fictional, have made this reality possible. It is a bit of a shame that the directors of these films are Bjorn Runge, Craig William Macneill, and Wash Westmoreland (see an ironic pattern?), but regardless of that, these films are a one-two-three punch at a world that has changed so much in the direction of inclusion, but still has so far to go. Watch out boys, we’re coming to take our stage and we’ve got talent, determination, and years of pent up rage on our side. Next step: hand over the camera and let us tell our own stories.

“The hand that holds the pen writes history” — Colette, 2018

Ratings: Lizzie — Disappointing; in my bottom 2 of 2018. The Wife — Great; in my top 10 of 2018. Colette — Great; in my top 10 of 2018.

Great 6) Sorry to Bother You 7) The Wife 8) Colette 9) How to Talk to Girls at Parties 10) The Death of Stalin 11) Eighth Grade 12) Love, Simon 13) RBG 14) The Old Man and the Gun 15) Bad Times at the El Royale 16) Lean On Pete 17) You Were Never Really Here 18) Crazy Rich Asians

Good 19) BlackkKlansman 20) First Reformed 21) First Man 22) A Quiet Place 23) Annihilation 24) Blaze 25) Tag 26) The Miseducation of Cameron Post 27) The Hate U Give 28) Hereditary 29) Avengers: Infinity War 30) Black Panther 31) Tully 32) Searching 33) Mandy

Some Issues 34) Halloween 35) A Star Is Born 36) The Spy Who Dumped Me 37) Disobedience 38) Pick of the Litter 39) Ready Player One 40) A Simple Favor

Disappointing 41) Lizzie 42) The Party

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Rick Grimes x Reader

Hi! Omg your stories are insanely amazing. I LOVED the one about rick walking in on the reader masturbating.. sooo will u please do one where the reader is younger like 20 and rick likes her but is scared to make a move bc shes younger than him and he feels guilty for wanting her. And the reader walks in on him masturbating and moaning her name.. Thank you!!! 💕

Here you go anon! I really hope you enjoy it! This request really inspired me and I was so excited to write it, I couldn’t wait! 💛

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, masturbation, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex

Words: 2,431

A/N: This is pure, dirty smut. 

He knew it was wrong to want you, but he couldn’t help it. You had awakened something within him that he thought had been extinguished long ago. No matter how much he ached for you, he would never make any advances because of your age. You were only a few years older than his son and he couldn’t imagine his reaction and the reactions of others in your group if he’d made a move on you. So he had resigned himself to quick glances when no one was looking and quiet longing.

But little did he know, you were harboring quite the attraction for the older man yourself. His gruff exterior and dominating presence were such a turn on for you. You loved a man who wasn’t afraid to take control and Rick had displayed on more than one occasion that he definitely wasn’t one to shy away from those situations. But he never gave any indication that he thought of you than just another member of the group.

He’d seen you earlier today walking down the streets of Alexandria in those shorts that drove him crazy. It made him want nothing more than to walk over to you, throw you over his shoulder to take you home and fuck you senseless. He watched you from his porch for a few moments focusing on your hips as they swayed from side to side, he could feel his blood rushing downward as he hardened inside his jeans. Everyone had already left for the day so he headed back inside to take care of the not-so-little situation you had caused.

Sitting on his bed, he pulled his shirt over his head, unzipping his jeans to pull out his aching cock. He swirled his thumb over the tip, gathering the leaking precum and using it for lubrication as he began stroking up and down. Rick closed his eyes and pictured you spread out on the bed beneath him, you breasts bouncing up and down from the force of his thrusts. He moaned at the thought and increased the speed of his ministrations. Lost in his pleasure, he didn’t hear a knock coming from downstairs.

Today you were going to be helping Carol and Olivia in the pantry. Glenn, Abraham, and Michonne had gone on a run and found an old cabin that hadn’t been touched. They brought back enough to hold you all over for about a month and everything needed to be put into inventory and divided into rations.

“Olivia, where do you want me to store all the baby formula for Judith?” You inquired, holding 3 full tins in your arms.

“You can go ahead and take those over to Rick’s, he said this morning that we needed to go on a run for some more,” Carol interjected as she packed away some MRE’s into a plastic tub.You nodded and left the pantry, walking in the direction of the Grimes’ house.

Stepping on the porch, you knocked softly not wanting to intrude. When there was no response you went ahead and let yourself in. Placing the formula on the counter in the kitchen, you turned around to leave and head back to the pantry.

“Fuck!”

You turned your head towards the stairs at the exclamation echoed through the house. You recognized the voice as Rick’s, it sounded strained and you worried that the man might be in pain. Hesitantly, you walked over to the stairs and climbed them, listening intently.

You didn’t hear anything else, but when you had reached the top of the stairs you heard his voice again.

“Y/N….”

Confused, you walked down the hallway towards the closed door thinking maybe he had seen you walk over to the house through the upstairs window. Opening the door, you were shocked by what you saw. Rick sat on his bed, eyes closed, with his jeans open and pulled down to his knees and his hand stroking his large erection while moaning your name. Your gasp aloud, alerting him to your presence, his eyes snap open and he looks over at you standing next to the door in horror. He quickly turns around and grabs one of the throw pillows that had been resting at the head of the bed to cover himself.

“Y/N! What are you doing in here?” He asks, his face red from embarrassment at being caught in the act. You gape at him in shock, was he pleasuring himself…thinking about you? But he had never made any indication that he felt that way about you.

“I brought some formula for Judith. I, um, I heard you call from downstairs and I thought you might have been in pain or something, but then I heard you call my name. I assumed you’d seen me from the window up here. I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to in-intrude on your, um, private time.” You stumbled over your words as you struggled to get a grasp on the situation.

As surprised as you were you couldn’t deny that you didn’t relish in the idea of him picturing you while stroking his cock. A wicked idea pops in your head and you move slowly towards the half-naked man sitting on the bed.

“Y/N, you should probably go. Please don’t tell anyone about what you saw here. I’m sorry you saw this,” He says, his voice a little higher in pitch from the embarrassment.

“Why were you saying my name if you didn’t know I was here Rick?” You ask with a small smirk on your lips.

“Um-I-I,” He stammers, trying to think of a valid excuse, but you interrupt him before he can say anything else.

“Were you thinking about me in here?” His eyes widen at the question.

“What! No, I wasn’t.” He protests weakly.

“I think you were Rick, and I can’t tell you how wet it makes me knowing that you’re in here stroking your cock while thinking about me.” You move closer to him and kneel in front of his legs.

“W-what are you doing?” He asks nervously at your sudden movement.

“Come on Rick, I know you want me. The proof is right there under that pillow.” You say as you reach your hand forwards tugging gently on it and pulling it away. His hard erection is exposed and leaking, you lick your lips at the sight. He places his hands on your shoulders to stop you from moving any closer.

“Y/N w-we can’t do this. It's not right.” He says and you look up, meeting his gaze with a small pout on your lips.

“Just let me suck it, Rick, please? I’ll be a good girl and I won’t tell anyone, I promise, it’ll be our little secret.” You say and tilt your head a little to the side. He groans at your words.

“Fuck,” He says and you can hear the resolve in his voice weakening, but he still doesn’t give in.

“Please, Rick? You have no idea how bad I want you to fuck my mouth.” His eyes darken with lust at your words.

“You promise you won’t tell anybody?” He asks and you nod at his words.

“I promise, it’ll just be a one-time thing and you don’t have to do anything for me,” He leans backward on the bed and you hesitantly reach forward and grasp his erection. He lets out a moan at the feeling.

“Oh my god Rick, you’re so hard. Is this all for me?” You say as you lean forward and lick up the underside of his cock before gathering his precum and moaning at the taste.

“Mmmm, you taste so fucking good. I could suck you off all day.” You say before wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around his head and using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Which was quite a bit, he was much larger than anyone else you had been with.

“Oh my god,” He groans at your words. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he couldn’t believe you were on your knees in front of him with his cock in your mouth.

You continued bobbing your head up and down his erection, quickly reaching your other hand up and cupping his sack in your hand, rolling gently. He lets out a noise that sounds like half-groan and half-whimper. You’re drenched at this point and aching. You moan softly as you clench your thighs together, seeking to alleviate the pressure. It wasn’t much of a relief, but it would do for now. You’d probably have to touch yourself later.

Rick’s hands grasp in your hair and he moans from the vibrations of your soft moans. He slowly starts guiding your head up and down his cock, going deeper with every stroke. His moans get louder and he pushes your head down, his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.

“Oh fuck!” He exclaims at the sensation of your throat swallowing around his length. He holds you there for a moment and your eyes water before he lets you back up. You catch your breath for a second, still stroking him before putting him back in your mouth. Grabbing his hand, you place it back on your head and look up at his face. A grin crosses his lips at your actions and he continues to push your head up and down his cock.

“You like that, Y/N? Huh? You like it when I fuck your mouth?” He asks and you moan, nodding.

“Goddamn girl,” He moans as you continue your motions for a few seconds before he pulls you off his cock. You sit back on your legs and look up at him, pouting at the loss.

“I know you said this would be all about me, but I have to fuck you. Is that okay with you?” He says and you nod eagerly before he reaches down and pulls you upwards before crashing his lips to yours. You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself tight against the hard planes of his toned chest. This all felt like a dream to you, one like all the others you’d had where you woke up aroused and disappointed.

He breaks the kiss and pulls your shirt over your head before unhooking your bra and leaving them both scattered carelessly on the floor. You assist him by unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them off your legs, leaving you only in your little black panties. Rick’s eyes rake over your body hungrily and you shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. He pushes you backward and the back of your knees hit the bed. You sit in front of him and pull yourself up higher on the bed, lying down on your back. He kicks his jeans the rest of the way off and climbs on the bed.

Kneeling, he hooks his fingers under the sides of your panties and pulls them down your legs before throwing them over his shoulders. Rick’s hands rest on your bent knees, pulling them apart before moving closer to your pussy.

“I want you to fuck me, Rick. Please.” You interrupt and he looks up at you and moves up the length of your body before kissing you harshly, settling his hips between your thighs. His erection lays heavy against your inner thigh.

“You ready, Y/N?” He asks, lining himself up with your entrance. You nod enthusiastically before letting out a harsh cry as he slowly enters you, just the tip at first before pushing the rest of his impressive length inside you.

“Oh my god Rick!” You whimper as he immediately begins moving. His hand grasps under your knee, pulling upward until your leg is resting on his shoulder. The change in angle allows him to thrust deeper. He’s making you feel sensations you’d never thought were possible.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. Fuck, your pussy is so good.” He whispers huskily as his eyes watch your breasts bounce with every thrust. It was better than anything he could have conjured in his mind. A particularly deep thrust makes you cry out harshly as the tip of his cock brushes over a bundle of nerves inside of you.

“Oh my god, right there!” He listens and adjusts himself; making every thrust of his cock hit that spot inside you. Your eyes roll back at the sensation as you babble incoherently about how good he’s making you feel.

It doesn’t take long for you to approach your orgasm; you can feel a warming sensation developing within you as your walls slowly tighten.

“Oh Rick, you’re gonna make me come!” You scream and he moves his hand over your clit, brushing once, twice before you spasm in ecstasy.

“Oh…. my…. god Rick! You fuck me so good!” You cry as you feel your pussy gush all over his still thrusting cock.

“That’s it Y/N, come all over my cock. Squeeze me tight, baby.” He says as he fucks you through your high, his thrusts slowing a bit and deepening to prolong your orgasm. Slowly, you feel yourself winding down from your explosive high. You look up at him; his brow is furrowed as he tries to stave off his release. You run your hands up your body to your breasts, pinching your nipples to entice him.

“I want you to come inside me. Pound me full of your cum Rick!” You cry and he moans at your words, his thrusts increasing in speed.

“Oh fuck!” He cries in ecstasy as he gets closer and closer.

“Come on Rick, give it to me.” You plead huskily as you purposefully tighten your walls around his erection. He lets out a long moan and you feel the gush of his release inside you.

“Mmmmm, there it is.” You whimper as he thrusts through his orgasm before leaning over you, taking your lips with his. He withdraws his rapidly softening cock from inside your walls and moves over onto his back, closing his eyes. You stay still, unsure of what to do with yourself. Should you get up and leave? Stay? You both agreed this was a one-time thing, but his arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you close to him breaks you out of your anxious thoughts.

“I don’t care what anyone says, I’m never fucking letting you go.” You smile at his words and lay your head on his chest. He presses a kiss on the top of your head and you close your eyes in contentment.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to send in more requests! 

[thunderoad]

Ok but I'm upset It's not an option for Niall to get on stage with all the Eagles. :((((( he'd sob

it is!! (i mean minus glenn frey, of course.) i know how frustrating it can be when ur fav doesn’t seem to have the opportunities that someone else’s does but i think it’s more of a not yet than a never. u know, most people work their whole lives to get to a point where their favorite artist wants to duet with them. i was thinking about that time bruce was asked to sing with mick and george harrison at a rock n roll hall of fame induction, and when he starts wondering how he got there, he goes:

“Look at it like this: In 1964, millions of kids saw the Stones and the Beatles and decided, ‘That looks like fun.’ Some of them went out and bought instruments. Some of them learned to play a little. Somegot good enough to maybe join a local band. Some might have even made a demo tape. Some might have lucked out and gotten a record deal of some sort. A few of those might have sold some records and done some touring. A few of those might have had a small hit, a short career in music, and managed to eke out a modest living. A very few of those might have managed to make a life as a musician, and a very, very few might have had some continuing success that brought them fame, fortune and deep gratification, and tonight, one of those ended up standing between Mick Jagger and George Harrison, a Stone and a Beatle. I did not fool myself about what the odds were back in 1964 that that one would’ve been the acne-faced fifteen-year-old kid with the cheap Kent guitar from Freehold, New Jersey. My parents were RIGHT! My chances were ONE, ONE in a MILLION, in MANY MILLIONS. But still . . . here I was. I knew my talents and I knew I worked hard, but THESE, THESE WERE THE GODS, and I was, well . . . one hardworking guitar man.”

i think this scene highlights something i was having a hard time articulating, which is about that distance between playing with the greats and being one of them. for whatever reason, there’s a certain tendency to treat harry as though he has a spot in the history of rock n roll reserved for him, but i don’t think that’s quite the case. even bruce springsteen is here going they’re the legends, not me! it’s not just that he’s being humble, i don’t think, it’s that there’s more to being one of them than their own sustained success over many years; it’s the legacy they bring to the music, and maybe more specifically their ability to inspire others in the hopes of being that one in many millions. there’s so much more to dreaming of being one of the Eagles than either the people or the music, really.

not to say i don’t think harry or niall or geez, for all i know, the chainsmokers (though we can hope not) can’t have their day; but that if they’re playing with one of the greats now, it’s out of love and admiration, and not necessarily because they are one. that takes dedication and commitment and also time.

so to get back to what u said, the short answer is: me too!! but this is literally just the start of what will hopefully endure into very long, very happy careers. waiting sucks, but try to have patience. there’s a long way to go yet .

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Jock 10.2

Jock

10.2

The Vincent Stalling

Written by smoothie smith

  Inspired by WIAA regional semis game between that team to the east vs Rhinelander in 2016

                      We see the TV as New York St. Vincent is playing Cleveland hill it’s 6-3 going to the second half as albert is watching from his office at the center

Albert begins to write a letter

Albert

“dear Albert  ,first off happy birthday second of all let me explain to you why I am not at the gosz -Anderson  house right now you’re not going to believe this but I myself  glue to the TV because of a thing  called stalling the basketball a thing  that I never saw coming not me , not the staff here , and not the kids watching it in my office and if your angry at me well you’ve got a lot of company I’m going to explain all this ,right /now they just started the second half and they just holding the ball at mid court what the fuck are they doing oh my god , and I am trying to leave but my staff or the kids won’t let me “

He pauses as he watches Cleveland hill stand on defense in a 3-2 zone

Albert (countie )

We see Jake and Morgan with Luke down stairs watching it

Jake

“this isn’t happing “

Morgan looks at her watch

Jake see’s Luke looking at the TV

Jake (sign)

“Luke”

As he waves his hands for attention

Luke(sign)

“yes”

Jake (sign)

“what are we doing here? “

Luke (sign)

“we are watching New head coach Freddie riley stall the ball against Cleveland hill “

Jake (sign)

“and you want to watch this “

Luke (sign)

“yes, because you never know what’s going to happen”

Morgan (sign)

“please there in a 3-2 zone Luke they want 2:00 left on the clock”

Jake (sign)

“they need a shot clock “

Morgan (sign)

“not going to happen hubby “

Luke (sign)

“she’s right”

Jake (sign)

“your making my life difficult for me “

Morgan (sign)

“yep”

Jake (sign)

“I am going to walk “

Morgan(sign)

“ok”

Albert (voice over writing the letter)

“the reason I want to write this letter is because fuck it I need to screw time and maybe I can get into Wagner college faster because the moment these children see acting on the TV I am back to work and once that happens I have to stop because I need to play with my boys “

Hazel come’s to the office

Hazel

“Albert “

Albert

“I know “

Hazel

“you’re going to seriously let mason, Clyde and magic see this nothing is going to happen it’s like watching C-span “

Albert

“I really don’t think they care babe we can blame this on Cleveland Hill for not going to a man to man”

Albert looks at the TV

Albert

“Move! “

Hazel

“that is not helping either “

Hazel

“I am going to my Granddad’s lighthouse this weekend want to come I mean it won’t mean anything special but we could watch ships going by on Lake Erie “

Albert

“why “

Hazel

“because we are together “

Albert

“yes, we are but we are senior’s in high school babe not your father’s 19 years of marriage “

Hazel

“my fathers would be eye rolling you every time you and I say 19 years of marriage “

Albert

“yes, I know “

LOL

Albert

“by the way the New York Knicks are on tomorrow “

Hazel

“They suck “

Albert

“kids! “

Kids (while looking at the TV look at hazel in a down face)

 Albert

“you see kids are smart “

They kiss

Hazel

“think about it you and I on the beach sleeping and when you wake up I will be saying in my sleep to you Dude “

Albert

“well I got to inform DH what is happing because I sure you don’t want to miss the dude sighting “

Hazel

“so, we can take the kids home “

Albert

“no”

Albert runs

Hazel

“oh, kids what are we going to do “

Albert (voice over)

“why do I want to stay cause its basketball and I need my basketball and I don’t care as long as the kids are happy and hazel is with me and as long we come out on top Friday night I get credit so I am going to Diana to take the press core in a room and talk “

Reports

“(DH!!)”

 DH

“hey guy’s I ‘m sorry but you know what listen seriously you have nothing else to do anyway and it’s a beautiful thing “

Mar Stewart of the New York times

“when do you think, they will get out of a zone DH”

Diana looks at Albert

Albert (whispers)

“never”

Diana looks

Diana

“well I don’t know mark “

Cindy

“there in a zone and not moving “

Diana

“yes, but that’s good “

Glenn comes in

Glen

“it’s Friday night I’m supposed to have dinner with my boyfriend, he’s going to kill me “

Diana

“yes, go ahead but you’re not going to be writing a story then which mark and mark will call it what the fuck we need a shot clock, go get out “

Glen

“thank you “

Diana

“sure “

Reporters

“DH….”

Diana

“listen up John and David are scouting this game this was unforeseen obviously, there is going to be action sometime when that happens you will write about how we need a shot clock and you will hear coach schalow press conference tomorrow and his staff will have question about the opening of the season and most importantly you will write about the runner up in division 1 in mean time you will get pizza who’s with me “

Nobody nods

Diana

“great “

 Diana walks with albert

Diana

“5 boxes of pizza and four 2 litter gallons of Mt drew “

Albert

“ok”

Jake

“D.H why did I send josh and David to scot that game”

Diana

“yes, but we know what we are going to do to them “

Jake

“yes, that’s true “

Diana

“go to bed “

Albert

“I am writing a letter if you want to read it “

Jake

“where”

Albert

“In my office “

Rebecca comes in

Rebecca

“I got to see this “

Jake

“where did you come from”

Rebecca goes in Albert office

Albert gives her the letter in progress

 Donna comes by

Donna

“9-9 with 12:30 left Cleveland hill is holding “

Jake

“I am going to be watching paint dry with my wife “

Diana

“go home”

Albert

“stop and go back to work”

Everyone looks at albert and leaves

Jake

“I will be in my office “

Albert

“guys it will end “

Diana

“do you know when”

Albert

“I really don’t know “

Albert (voice over)

“so, the press is in the waiting room the coaches in their office and I’m right here with kids I’m betting you’ll hear this when you read this you’ll be glad I stayed with the kids I am betting you’re going to end up reading a game involving Cleveland hill and New York Vincent cause I got to tell you this a game that will have impact on the state”

We oversee the smoothie Anderson center on a cold November night

Albert (writing the letter)

“It’s one and million and let me explain the rules if nobody guards you can stand if you can I know sounds boring as fuck I would rather watch Curtis and matt kiss then watch Vincent hold on to a basketball that looks like Donald trump’s nuts I mean this boring but why is this happing I don’t know but it started with coach tom diener back in the early 90’s anyway It’s really boring “

Albert

“guys do you need a break like a bathroom break “

Cindy

“NO!”

Albert

“ok”

Marcus comes in

Marcus (sign)

“where is Curtis and matt “

Albert(sign)

“I am not sure, there not down stairs with Luke “

Marcus (sign)

“no”

Albert(sign)

“want me to call helea “

Marcus (sign)

“no, it’s fine”

Albert

“omg we hit double digits 11-11 “

Kids (look at albert in a mood that is a mad mood)

Rebecca comes in

Rebecca

“what’s going on here”

Albert

“my brother is sleeping in nursing and these kids are glued to the TV “

Rebecca

“I could watch re runs of Oliver and Pegues sex life then this “

Albert

“I know what’s up “

Rebecca

“I need to run to the store can you take over for me”

Albert

“sure, what are you doing in your office”

Rebecca

“writing my scout report for Harrison “

Albert

“that’s better than watching this “

Rebecca

“yes, it is”

She leaves

We see Curtis and matt holding hands walking down stairs they see love birds and Luke sleeping

Curtis

“well what do we have here”

Jake wakes up

Jake

“hello you two”

Morgan wakes up and then wakes up Luke

Morgan (sign)

“Luke there here”

Luke (sign)

“I can see that”

Jake (sign)

“I saw all of you roll your eyes”

Curtis (sign)

“so, what’s up”

Everyone points to the television

Curtis (sign)

“you got to be kidding me “

Luke sticks his tong out

Matt (sign)

“you want to make out with me”

Curtis (sign)

“yes “

 Jake and Morgan look at Catt

Curtis (sign)

“what”

They leave

We see Zach and chase studying for an asl test

Chase

“ok I am on 5.3”

Zach

“what’s the subject “

Chase

“OSV”

Zach

“remember that wh is at the end “

Ryne and Katylin come in

Ryne (sign)

“where is Curtis “

Zach(sign)

“did you check downstairs “

Ryne (sign)

“where”

Chase (sign)

“try down in the hearing aid room”

Katylin (sign)

“thank you “

They leave

 We see Evan and Jace in the shower together

They are secretly in a relationship

Evan

“why are we doing this “

Jace

“because we love each other”

Evan

“ok I get that but what about the fact that we are peeing on each other in the smoothie center “

Jace

“oh, yes turn around”

Sex

Evan

“ok I am not doing this tonight “

Jace

“what is the point then”

The door knocks

Evan

“that “

They get out and dress

They open the door

Alan looks at them

Alan

“anyway, where is coach Fisher “

The boys look

Evan

“down stairs “

Alan

“you guys are crazy “

Jace

“thanks coach “

  We see john and Jake go into Curtis office

Jake

“gosh we are holding the ball it’s 9:40 to go 11-11”

Curtis

“Jake this looks good”

Jake

“I mean they stuck sunsets on the bench but I worried about the NIAA”

Curtis

“you just spent 6 mins on talking about a problem that is not oar’s”

Albert comes in

Jake

“I feel better if Cleveland hill ran man for once without Vincent being like Coach diener in the 90’s with a clipboard”

Curtis

“all right what else”

Josh

“when do you want to go over the film “

Jake

“tomorrow after school “

Albert

“do u think we should send David home “

Curtis

“why”

They all look at albert

Albert

“I am going to write my letter now”

Jake smiles

We see albert still writing

 Albert (writing/voice over)

“I’ll get back to  the cat story in a second cause I have to interrupt to say this If I have ever had a free two hours and are  the game is still tied try standing without the kids pointing fingers and opening their mouths and me being bored the whole time I am not going to make it , these kids are not going to  make it through the night for some reason Cleveland hill doesn’t know to run man to man for 32 mins we have 8 mins left and the score is tied 11-11 and I have a headache great this game is going to end but it’s like an iceberg and I am the titanic because I have no patient anymore what the hell are they doing look at the TV “

He watches the TV as Cleveland hill is called for a three second

Albert bangs his head on the desk

Albert (counite)

“well somebody forgot to tell high school basketball that needs a shot clock albert cause Cleveland hill got called for three seconds with 6 mins left in the game”

We see outside of the center

We go inside

We see Rebecca with the TV in her office as she is about to write her letter

Diana

“hey”

Rebecca

“hey”

Diana

“what are you doing “

Rebecca

“well it’s a little complicated and indeed difficult to explain my scouting report to you”

Diana

“you can put the black seven on the red eight “

Rebecca

“yes thanks “

Diana

“hey Rebecca, who is your favorite writer “

Rebecca

“john”

Diana

“who’s your favorite fiction writer “

Rebecca

“you’re watching It right now “

Diana

“seriously “

Rebecca

“no I am not”

Diana

“you know I never got a chance to say… I mean I feel bad your mother and everything “

Rebecca

“Yahweh doing ok you know, the ice is starting to thaw”

Diana

“albert is in the middle of a letter to himself “

Rebecca

“hazel and him are going to the lighthouse this weekend “

Diana

“what do you think about that “

Rebecca

“there soulmates “

Diana

“you think they will get married “

Rebecca

“ok “

Diana

“well I am done for the night see you later “

Rebecca

“ok “

She leaves as Rebecca writes her story

Rebecca

“dear fuckface … dear mom Albert my daughter boyfriend is writing a letter to himself to kill time during the Vincent game that is on TV and It reminded me that I haven’t told you any tales from the team in the last few weeks, let start again okay? Here’s one about how I got yelled at by a student who was right for being late josh and I were teaching a lecture about American history in the 1920’s and this girl comes walking in late “

 We see Michael waking up in albert room

Albert looks at the monitor

Albert

“look at the TV”

Michael turns his wheel chair over to the TV

Michael

“what the fuck “

Hazel comes in

Albert

“even my brother thinks it boring “

Hazel

“then let’s go home to Buffalo”

We see Luke with Zach and chase doing asl as Curtis walks in

Luke (Sign)

“wrong”

Zach(sign)

“osv”

Luke(sign)

“correct “

Chase (sign)

“so, it’s you go to the movie’s when “

Luke (sign)

“yes”

Curtis (sign)

“hey, you guys what’s up “

Luke(sign)

“not much what’s the score “

Curtis (sign)

“3 mins to go and it’s still 11-11 “

Luke (sign)

“oh dear”

Zach

“what was that”

Curtis

“oh dear”

Chase (sign)

“yes true “

Curtis (sign)

“I will be in my office”

They give them thumbs up

We see albert and hazel as john comes in

Josh

“fuck “

Albert

“what “

Josh

“Cleveland hill just scored it’s 13-11 “

Albert

“thank you, god,”

Josh

“send these beautiful people to bed”

Albert

“the game is not over “

We see the TV

Albert

“finally, someone is playing man to man”

Josh

“oh, fuck this shit”

Albert

“Your right”

Diana

“finally, it’s over”

We see Jake and everyone down stairs

Jake

“everyone let’s go home “

Diana

“what do you want to look over the scouting report “

Jake

“tomorrow “

Everyone leaves

Albert goes back to writing

Albert (voice over)

“the kids got to go home after all and Cleveland hill wins the game 13-11 I am off to the lighthouse with my girl see you later yourself albert “

We see albert in bed with hazel

Hazel

“good night “

They kiss

 End of 10.2

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