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propertyofwicked · 1 month

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SECRETS part 2 - LN

lando x fewtrell!reader

no content warnings in this part, i promise the next part will have some actual fluff to it

part 1 -> part 2 -> part 3 -> part 4 -> part 5 -> part 6 -> part 7!

y/n was easily won over by chicken nuggets and a diet coke - a fact lando knew too well. both he and max had both spent almost hundreds on the food combo every time y/n was roped into one of their plans. whether she was lying to her parents to cover up where max had been all night, or even just being asked to hold a camera or a boom mic for a quadrant video, she was always rewarded with 6 chicken nuggets and a diet coke.

lando had in fact not included max in his late night plans, and very quickly made it known as to why.

“so, how’s uni?” he asked, warming her up for the incoming conversation, turning onto a side road and pulling the car to a stop.

“yea it’s good thanks, how’s driving?”

“could be better, i could be better,” he smiled sadly, but glad she asked about driving as she fell directly into his trap, “why did you stop coming to races?”

“lando,” she sighs his name, almost disappointed in him for even asking, “university’s a lot of work you know. i can’t fly around the world to watch you drive a car. and, i still watch the races - just from home.”

“so it’s nothing to do with me?”

“well ignoring me for a year doesn’t help your case, but no, it’s not to do with you. you know i’ll always be there when i can. when im invited,” the emphasis on invited hung like hot air in the car, and created and unsettling silence.

“lan, can i ask you a question?” she said, breaking the awkward atmosphere in the car.

“mhm, anything.”

“why did you stop talking to me? i know we’re not as close as you and max,” she adds, lando almost wincing at the mention of his best friend, “and i know you were busy being, you know, a superstar and that. but even over your break, i saw you like twice in passing.”

“im sorry y/n, honestly it wasn’t intentiona-”

“bullshit, try again norris. the truth this time.”

lando breathed in deep, as if to lock and load his next statement.

“max he, uh, he told me he’d seen some pictures of us. you remember that club in monaco?,” she nodded in response, remembering the encounter with lando that night in somewhat drunken detail, “he wasn’t happy with me. thought we had something going on behind his back. y/n when i say angry, i mean he was one step away from beating me up and then keying my car.”

“but there was nothi- i mean we weren’t d-”

“i know, i tried to tell him,” lando sighed, “he gets a bit, let’s say ‘over protective’ with you i guess. doesn’t trust me maybe? i don’t know.”

“so instead of letting me discuss it with him, you refused to acknowledge my existence for a year? yeah that’s mint, let’s do that,” she said, the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.

“i was a dick, ok - i’m sorry. but your brother is slightly terrifying when he’s angry. think he’s realised he was wrong - that’s why he let you come to the race im guessing.”

he was wrong - but was he? was max completely wrong to assume what he had? she thought the feelings were mutual but clearly lando had other ideas.

“can i drive your car?” y/n asked, smiling over to lando in the drivers seat. he’s started driving around aimlessly again, deciding to put an end to the conversation about where they stood with each other. his head whipped around to look at her, his eyebrows quirked up in a mix of confusion and immediate refusal. he wasn’t even driving one of his more expensive cars, as they all stayed in monaco. but of course, lando norris needs a high end car in every country.

“please, lan,” she said again, eyes widening in attempt to tug on his heart strings, “please. i miss driving, i haven’t driven since like, christmas since my car died and went to car heaven.”

“y/n, angel,” the nickname wasn’t something new, but it still flipped something about in her stomach, ”if anything, that makes me want to say no even more. besides, it’s automatic - you drive manual.”

“oh come on, it’s literally just a pedal for stop and go. please.”

“not tonight,” he said, looking at her to show his sad frown as if that would make her happy about the rejection, “if i get podium tomorrow, ill put some money towards getting you a new car.”

“lan, please you don’t have to do that.”

“i know i don’t have to. i want to. besides, if i get podium i think i owe my lucky charm something to show my gratitude, no?” he said. y/n knew this was an argument she wouldn’t win, so she smiled up at him, nodding slightly.

the car fell back into a silence, comfortable this time, with only the sound of lando’s music playing quietly out of the speakers, and the odd whooshing of a car driving past.

the car came to a still, the red light reflected on the their faces as they waited for the light to change.

“the stars look pretty tonight,” she said absentmindedly. y/n was never one to sit in silence without at least attempting to fill it.

“yeah, they do,” lando responded, although he wasn’t looking at the stars, moreover, he was staring directly at the light reflecting onto y/n’s face. his own mouth curling up into a smile when he saw your soft features grinning contently at the sky.

it was around 1am when y/n and lando returned to the hotel car park, casually discussing life at university and where y/n saw herself using her degree in the future.

“i think it’s better if we don’t tell max about this,” she mumbled, tilting her head to the side, catching lando’s eyes. her own eyes blinking slowly in exhaustion.

“i think so too. are you going to tell him what i said?”

“not right now. but i refuse to let him believe has any right to threaten his own friends in a bid to control my life,” she says, her body now twisted fully to face him directly.

“just,” he sighed, “dont get violent,” his hand reaching over to rest on her knee.

“me? violent? that is a bold accusation, norris.”

“y/n - i know you. just don’t be too harsh, he thought he was doing what was best.”

“thinking is always max’s downfall,” she responds with a snort. she turns her body back, arm reaching to grab the handle when lando catches her other arm, forcing her to look at him again.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“i’ll be there.”

sneaking back into a room was usually y/n’s specialty, but she’d never attempted to sneak past max before. rather, her teens were spent sneaking back into the house with max. unlocking the door and pulling the handle down, y/n pushed softly on the wood, but the creaking was so loud in the silence of their hotel room. the floor boards to her bag of clothes seemed to have a vendetta against her today too, she could’ve sworn they did not creak when she had walked across them earlier.

the bathroom tap decided to splutter loudly and spit freezing cold water down her, and the door to slide back open and allow the stream of light to fall directly on max’s face.

“y/n?” her brother groaned, “you just come back in?”

“yeah, sorry - i tried to be quiet,” she whispered back, turning the bathroom light off and stumbling gracefully through the dark room to the sofa.

“it’s 1am? you were in the gym for 3 hours?”

“erm, yeah,” her voice wavered in the lie, “i got distracted on the treadmill. tired myself out though.”

max grumbled something in response, too sleepy to say anything further.

the next morning max walked down to the hotel lobby, passing the gym in his journey for breakfast.

open 7:00 - 23:00

hang on, he thought to himself, shut at 11?

where had his sister been? she couldn’t have been in the gym till 1am, so where had she been, and why had she lied?

★ ☆ ✦ ✧ ✩ ✶

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unangelic-thoughts · 2 months

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Listennnnn!! Rafe + gloryhole???

(not proof read and mature content ahead!!!)

You tag along with a friend to a sex party for the very first time. You’re simultaneously excited and nervous, not knowing what to expect. There’s all kinds of naked bodies all around you, you don’t know where to look first.

As your friend leaves to join an orgy, you walk around trying to decide how to ease yourself in and that’s when you see it. A wall with a row of holes next to each other. The only parts of the people you can see are from the waist down. Dicks, vaginas, asses. All of it on display, waiting patiently to be fucked or already being fucked by anyone that passes by. Most of them are already occupied, but you spot a vacant one.

It seems less intimidating to just have a complete stranger fuck you, without even having to interact with each other. Before you can chicken out, you stride confidently behind the wall, taking your robe off so that you are completely nude.

People next to you are too busy being fucked to even notice you, and that helps relieve some of the nerves.

You slip the bottom half of your body through the opening, as you lay on your back. The last thing you expect is the soft, careful touch of someone’s hand up your leg. In all honesty, you were just expecting someone to just shove their dick in, impatiently chasing their own release, but this is…different. Intimate.

Unbeknownst to you, your brother’s best friend, Rafe, is the stranger on the other side of the wall. He hadn’t even entered the room for more than a minute, but his eyes immediately noticed the familiar tattoo on your ankle. A portrait of your childhood cat, with her name underneath. There was no mistaking it.

He knew it was wrong, he should’ve turned the other way. But it was like a magnet was pulling his body towards you. He sees some guy step forward, about to get his dick wet in your gorgeous pussy but Rafe is having none of that. He stalks over to him, shoving him away from you before he can even touch you.

The guy is about to say something, but is met with Rafe’s murderous stare and decides it’s not worth the hassle.

While this is happening, you begin to worry that something is wrong. You obviously can’t see anything but no one has touched you yet. Doubts creep your mind until a hand is on your skin, and the worries wash away in an instant.

It’s so gentle, slowly heading up…up…up towards your core. The hand massages your inner thigh, spreading your leg open wider. You’re filled with anticipation about what’s going to happen next.

A finger slides through your folds, the person takes their time, as if admiring your cunt. They caress your clit, the touch is light but the contact makes you flinch. You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.

He slides a finger through your walls and you bite the back of your hand to contain a whimper. Even with the wall between you, there’s something that feels so personal about this. It’s nothing like what you expected.

They slide another finger in and you grind your hips to feel them as deep inside of you as possible. A third finger follows and they all curl upwards to your g-spot, and then you see stars.

You don’t realise you’ve moaned out loud, but you stop caring the moment their thumb rubs circles on your clit as they drive their digits in and out of you. It continues in a steady rhythm, pushing you over the edge and you’re cumming hard already, it takes you by complete surprise.

It’s kind of sweet that they prioritised the pleasure of a stranger over their own, you really admire that, you think to yourself.

Then their touch is gone, and you miss it instantly. You’re still so turned on, but you don’t just want anyone, you want *them*.

You reach your leg out, fearing that they’ve left but your foot brushes against the outside of their thigh. You sigh a breath of relief and smile to yourself.

Rafe is completely bewildered. Your pussy is better than coke, and he wants to touch you so badly, but he knows he’s already taken it too far.

He’s contemplating leaving when your foot brushes against his leg and he stares at it in surprise. You want this. You want more.

He bites back a smile, and reminds himself that it’s not him you want. You don’t even know who is on the other side of the wall.

But he doesn’t care. He’s got you now, and he’s not willing to give you up just yet. He shrugs off his robe and palms his dick, prepping it for you.

He places a peck on your knee and then he’s sliding inside your wet pussy.

You reach out as if to touch his abdomen, but your hands collide with the cardboard wall. You bite down on your lip hard, as he drives his cock deeper and deeper until he reaches your cervix. It doesn’t feel enough, you want him closer, but this will have to do. That’s the entire purpose of a glory hole anyway. Anonymity.

His hands grip your hips to keep you steady as his thrusts become more powerful and sharp.

You search for something to hold onto but find nothing. You slip your hands over his on instinct, squeezing down firmly as your second orgasm builds in your body.

Your legs wrap around his ass to drive him closer, and as you do so, your clit rubs against his trimmed hair. Your climax hits you so aggressively that you’re trembling underneath him. Your thoughts become jumbled, you’re in a state of bliss. His orgasm follows shortly after as his seed fills up the condom. And then he pulls out, leaving you completely empty.

As you come back to your senses, you feel something hard and cold at the palm of your hand. You open it to reveal a signet ring. It looks vaguely familiar. It must’ve slipped off the stranger’s finger when you gripped his hand.

You study it closer, reading the initials, ‘R.C.’

Your heart drops to your stomach. It can’t be, can it?

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disneyprincemuke · 6 months

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long story short * fem!driver

the aftermath of best dress

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

the door swings open, revealing the girl in her pajamas, hair in a ponytail with her makeup completely wiped off. “seriously? you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”

“nope,” logan says, pushing past her to enter the hotel room. he slips his shoes off and immediately jumps into her bed where the phone is. “what do you think they’re serving? think they’ve got nachos?”

“no,” oscar shakes his head.

“why not?” logan frowns. “what kind of food will they have?”

“it’s 2 in the morning,” oscar rolls his eyes, “normal people don’t order room service for food at 2am.”

logan simply shakes his head before looking at the girl again. “you didn’t invite him up with you?”

“we’ve got a race,” she scoffs, rolling her eyes as she closes the door behind oscar. “and hey, i’m not like that on the first date!”

oscar shrugs, grinning at her. “we never assumed that. why are you so defensive?”

he kicks his shoes off and rips the duvet from her queen size bed, crawling under before he takes a pillow into his arms.

she stands back, absolutely shocked at her friends. even after being friends for almost a decade, their audacity never fails to throw her offguard.

“well, this is my room,” she mutters, pushing the boys’ legs to separate ends of the bed. “make some space.”

she crawls in the small spot between them, only for oscar to reach forward and push her back gently. “you sit at the foot of the bed. you’re doing the debrief,” oscar giggles, wrestling away her hands fighting him back.

“you wish!” she shrieks, reaching forward to flick his forehead.

she squeezes herself between the two, climbing under the duvet and resting her head on logan’s shoulder. logan adjusts slightly, trying to slowly read the menu in the dim environment of the room.

oscar just sits back, eyes closing. “i’m going to fall asleep if you don’t start talking.”

“he’s very sweet,” she beams, largest smile on her face that they’ve seen on her in a while. “a gentleman.”

“that’s good,” logan mutters.

“and very tall,” she sighs. “he’s almost too tall.”

“for you,” oscar corrects her.

“for me,” she agrees with a small nod.

“anything for you guys?” logan offers, holding the menu out to the other side. “i’m getting chicken wings.”

“chicken tenders.”

“just a coke for me,” she answers.

logan swiftly turns, reaching for the phone, dropping her head in the process. she frowns at the sudden movement, shuffling around to comfortable rest her head on oscar’s arm now.

“seeing him again?” oscar asks.

logan’s whispers consume the dimly lit room with her breathing steady and soft. oscar lifts his head, looking at the girl staring into the room blankly.

“no,” she says just barely above a whisper, shaking her head.

“i’m sorry, kid,” oscar sighs. he reaches over to pat her head and ruffles her hair. “how come?”

“i don’t have the time to be dating around right now,” she shrugs, pressing her lips together. “i’ve got more important things; i’m too busy.”

logan puts the phone down, lying back down with them. “did you at least have fun?”

“of course,” she grins. “it was a long distance relationship, anyway. i don’t have it in myself for that. i need me a wag who can follow me around.”

“that’s not a wag, that’s a personal assistant,” logan states, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“okay, then retire faster so i can hire you as my pa,” she jokes, smacking his thigh lightly. “can’t leave you without a job.”

“how considerate,” oscar mutters. “seriously, though. i’m sorry it didn’t work out. there’ll be better guys than jacob elordi.”

she nods as silence now engulfs them. oscar slides down the bed, resting his head on top of hers as he slowly drifts off the sleep. logan’s now on his phone, scrolling on instagram while she’s stuck underneath the australian’s heavy head.

the decision to reject jacob elordi’s prompt for a second date wasn’t easy, but it’s a much expected response. with her rookie career finally kicking off in formula 1, the added pressure of upkeeping a relationship is too much.

she feels a weight on her arm, logan taking it upon himself to rest his head on her.

“if harry styles were younger, i bet he’d date you,” logan mutters suddenly. “just like if i’d been born earlier, i’d definitely be megan fox’s boyfriend.”

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narafeedee · 10 months

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Do you think you could talk more about what happened during those five weeks where you gained 50 lbs? I can only imagine that it was a mixture of amazing and annoying to grow so rapidly, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!!

sure!

before i start i have to preface with some warnings; this gets pretty detailed and graphic regarding some of the health issues i had at the time. do not read if you are not okay with that please.

i was in a weird spot at the time; my husband had left me a couple months before all of this and i was exploring myself and who i was now that my marriage was over. a large contributing factor to that separation was feedism; my sexual needs just were not met with someone who wasn’t into it.

it started early in the week of Thanksgiving, Tuesday 11/20/18. i met a feeder online four years prior who had gotten me from just above 200lbs to 300lbs slowly but steadily. to this day the best feeder i’ve ever met, sincerely considerate and never once crossed any boundaries.

he came to me with a proposition the weekend prior; gain from 300lb to 350lb by the end of the year and i will fund it.

say less.

that Tuesday was the first time i ever video called with another feedist; it wasn’t the feeder that proposed and funded this challenge, instead it was a guy that pushed me to eat until i threw it all back up because he’s really into emetophilia, i didn’t really know the limits of my stomach so i let him.

however, that evening launched me into the most insane five weeks of my life.

when i woke up Wednesday morning i was somehow starving; despite not keeping anything down the night prior my stomach had still stretched out considerably. that on top of how insanely horny i was at the thought of packing on 50lbs by new years i spent the entire day shoveling in as much food as humanly possible. i didn’t count calories that day, just pushed myself to the absolute limit.

when i woke up Thursday i was impossibly hungry and ready to do it all again. i did the same thing as before, just as much food as humanly possible all day; i distinctly remember dinner being a large pizza, garlic knots, specialty chicken, lava cakes, and a 2 liter of soda from Domino’s.

when i woke up Friday i had a goal; 10,000 calories a day until the ball drops.

and that is exactly what i did.

every morning i would wake up and drink a pint of heavy cream for an easy 1600 calories to start the day right. i would swing by McDonald’s on my way to work and get two McGriddles and a large iced coffee. i’d get to work and have a blender bottle on my desk also full of heavy cream and sometimes condensed milk, i would either drink straight from it or add it to cups of coffee from the break room.

at lunch i would always order with my coworkers to have something delivered… but i would also leave on my lunch break and go back to McDonald’s for 4 McChickens and a large diet coke. then come back to the office and eat the lunch i had ordered with my coworkers.

after work i would swing through another drive thru, often McDonald’s once again. I’d get a couple sandwiches but nothing crazy, just a light snack to hold me over til dinner.

i would order massive feasts for delivery from Domino’s or I’d go back out after dark and order enough food for a family of 4. you guessed it, usually from McDonald’s.

to finish my night, i would drink another pint of heavy cream. totaling 3200 calories of straight fat every single day.

the weight piled on rapidly; new stretchmarks were appearing daily.

this is where i should put a disclaimer. this is all 100% true, every single detail is lived experience. i know it sounds insane. it was. i have literal scars to prove it. one feedist saw me do it live and in person, in the flesh, i believe he follows me on here so if you’re reading this G, please corroborate.

i gained 10lbs a week through the end of the year. i was cumming harder than i ever had before. my entire life was consumed by food and gaining.

i did not have a bed to sleep in at the time; there were some other issues i was dealing with that made it so i had to sleep in a recliner in my living room.

because i was gaining so rapidly and sleeping with my legs below my heart, i developed extremely bad edema. my legs were so swollen they started to weep a clear liquid; i would put on a pair of leggings and they would be soaked from the knee down before i even left the house. my shoes were soaked. i developed ulcers on my shins that just would not heal, the skin almost looked necrotic but they would just weep all day every day with no relief and stick to anything i tried to wear.

mid-December i was bursting out of my clothes. most of the weight i gained went straight to my belly. i went on a little shopping spree at Torrid and had to buy all 5’s and 6’s for the first time.

my mobility suffered at this point as well. i couldn’t do much of anything without getting red-faced and winded within a minute of moving. i had a step tracker at the time and was only walking about 200 steps a day, literally the bare minimum for me to go to work and come home.

i had no time for my body to adjust to the weight so i developed a heavy waddle. my back absolutely killed me.

i swear some days i woke up actually feeling fatter and looking fatter. it was the absolute hottest thing i have ever done and probably ever will do. i started at about 303lbs and landed at 357lb on New Year’s day. my gains didn’t actually slow down til i was in the mid 360s despite my efforts to pump the brakes.

would i do it again? absolutely not. i was in excruciating pain and the ulcers on my legs did not stop for an entire year (after i gained another 50lbs in an 8 week period but we ain’t talking about that [even tho i still have all the content i made from that gain lol])

but if i went back in time i would not change a thing except better leg elevation and compression. i do not regret it for a second; it’s what shaped me as a feedist and i’m grateful i was able to do it, i don’t have pics from when it was really bad but the scars i have today are still evident.

so yeah! that’s the story! sorry it’s super rambling, i sincerely hope it was coherent, now i gotta go clean my toys so i can take care of myself cause lord 🥵 thems some intense memories, my only regret is i deleted 99% of the pics and videos i took at that time.

here’s a couple more pics; one is my cart at the grocery in early December, the other is a screenshot of the weight gain calculator i used from the same week when i realized i didn’t have to eat 10k a day, i could make it happen with 7k a day but the former sounded much better (read: hotter) to me

#narafeedee #naraanswers #i think this is the most detail i’ve ever told anyone lol #fucks sake i am wet

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auteurdelabre · 6 months

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Something to Fight For (series) (PART SIX)

Word Count: 5.9

Pairing: Dad!Joel Miller x f!reader (no use of y/n, no age or physical descriptions)

WARNINGS: Super sweet!Joel Miller

A/N: This is part of a series (lots of angst, pining and smut ahead) Also despite Sarah's young age Joel is early 40's in this because slightly grey babygirl DILF Joel is the best Joel.

James is gone.

Gave his resignation Saturday night.

You find this all out from your boss on Monday, a stern man named David that only ever drops by to give bad news like budget cuts and when you don’t submit reports correctly. Today he delivers the news that James is gone, not even giving two weeks’ notice. You don’t bother ratting him out. You’re happy he gone from your life and now your work.

But now it's you at the office doing the work of two people for the salary of one.

The only boon is that you’re able to do this in a stunning and restored office with beautifully made cabinets that buttress the waiting area. Everything smells fresh and clean, the floors don’t make clattering noises when you walk on them, the walls are painted and the large window at the front has been replaced.

But you're exhausted.

When Maria invites you up for dinner later that week you almost decline. But then the topic of her chicken fried steak is brought up and you can’t say no. She can’t bake for shit, but damn can Maria cook.

“Joel is coming too,” she tells you with a concerned look.

“Okay.” You shrug at her, confused at her recalcitrance.

“I just don’t know where you stand with him,” Maria hedges. “One second he’s an asshole, next second he’s saving you from coke-heads.”

You laugh. “He’s good in my book.”

Maria is so thankful that you don't balk at the idea of Joel coming over with Tommy that you almost feel guilty for all the months you did.

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Joel really doesn't like how much he thinks about you. He's frustrated that when he wakes up when the house is still and quiet that he no longer thinks about his day ahead; the errands he'll run, the meetings with new clients, what he'll make for dinner.

He still thinks about Sarah of course, that will never change. Dentist appointments, class parties, trips to parks.

But now you're there too.

You've managed to sneak into his subconscious. Things you've said to him. Like that shit about Michelle which he still feels weird about. Or the way you'd looked at him in his truck when he'd come to open the door. Or that cupcake you spent your own time and money making for Sarah.

You do so much for Sarah.

There's something magical about seeing his daughter through your eyes. The way you laugh with her and teach her and remark how clever she is, how kind. This immediate affinity you two had for each other. So strangely opposite to the first impression of you and Joel.

Once in a while when finishing up at a work site or having a beer, Joel has the same question run through his head.

What if you both hadn't suffered from that horrible moment in the parking lot? Would things have gone different? Would you be in his bed right now if they had?

He doesn't let himself dwell on that for too long. Because the fact of the matter is that's not what happened. You started out not liking one another and you are where you are now: unknown.

This unknown is what kept him from punching James for you. You're not his to protect even though everything in him screams an overwhelming need to do so.

It's like his world is a very small collection of his brother, daughter and now you and he doesn't know how to feel about it. It's unfamiliar ground.

He just doesn't know when you went from someone so annoying to someone he cares about.

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Okay, so you thought that after your sex dream you would be fine the next time you saw Joel. You’re mature; it was just a silly dream.

Turns out, this is untrue.

Because when Joel has a meeting with a client that Thursday and you've come to babysit. Your heart lurches at the sight of him when he opens the door. This is the first time you've seen since 'the dream' you blush like an idiot when he greets you. It's just he's so tall and broad and. . . beautiful.

Can a man be beautiful? One so masculine with such strong features?

Yes, if that man is Joel Miller.

Get your shit together. It was a dream.

He chats with you a bit as he gets ready to leave, pausing when you mention James and how he's left the position. Relief floods Joel's face and he nods emphatically citing that hes glad you won't have to deal with that asshole anymore.

Sarah hears that one.

That night is a tough one. Not because of Sarah - she is as always, a darling child. Perhaps a bit grumpy with having to go to bed, but you wonder if that's just because you're so exhausted and haven't met her energy for the evening.

When you go back downstairs to lay on the couch you sink into it. You turn on the TV, some inane show with characters who shouldn't be married plays quietly. You watch it for a short time before your lids start to close...

...You hear your name being called softly, a gentle tap to your wrist and your eyelids slowly flutter open.

Joel is standing in front of the sofa, looking down at you with his hands in his jeans pocket. The room is silent; he must have turned off the TV.

It takes you one disorientated moment to realize you've fallen asleep on the sofa. Sarah is asleep in your arms, her tiny hand clutching a tendril of your hair like a security blanket. She must have snuck out of bed and you were so tired you just welcomed her into your arms.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," you whisper in a voice thick with sleep. "I've been so tired this week, guess it caught up with me."

You shift Sarah up, making it easy for Joel to gather her into his arms. You wince as you realize Sarah still has a death grip on a chunk of your hair.

"Ouch."

Joel glances down and realizing the issue goes to loosen your hair from her sleepy fist.

"Sorry." He pulls your hair free, his fingers pausing over it before he lets it fan over your cheek.

Sarah makes a noise of discontent before he's rocking her in his muscled arms, making soothing shushes until she falls asleep again. You stare at this scene, feeling a strange warmth going through your body at the sight.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Huh?" You look up at Joel in confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me you were overworked?" Joel asks again in a soft rasp. "I could have rescheduled."

"I didn't want you to reschedule," you explain in a hush. "I wanted to see Sarah."

It's true. You love your time with that sweet girl in Joel's arms. Love how she giggles when you do the voices of the characters from her bedtime stories. Love how she eats your terrible cooking with gusto. Love how she plays with the ends of your hair when you watch cartoons together.

"Well the feeling is very mutual," Joel says with a soft smile, still swaying with her gently. "She never stops talking about you. Not even when I beg her to."

You weren't expecting a joke from Joel. You especially weren't expecting the broad smile that accompanied it, the kind of charming smile that shows you just why Joel Miller has women staring after him.

The joke and the smile surprise you into a warbling laugh that causes Sarah to stir in Joel's arms. You take that as your cue to leave, jumping up off the couch and grabbing the purse on the ground.

"I better go before she wakes up," you say bringing the purse over your shoulder. "See you at dinner tomorrow. G'night."

"G'night," Joel calls after you quietly.

///

Tommy bursts through the door the next night, calling out a cheerful hello to Maria as he enters the kitchen with a bottle of wine. He kisses Maria as she pulls the chicken from the oven citing that everything smells amazing. You’re setting the plates, waving to him as he calls a hello to you.

“Need help, sugar?” he asks Maria in that sweet way he has with her. You smile to yourself, listening to them murmur back and forth. Then there’s a knock at the door and Maria shouts for the visitor to let himself in.

Its Joel of course, replete with a dessert from the market. He sails into the kitchen holding it at his hip as if it’s a football. Your stomach jumps a fraction before you breathlessly you look around him, surprised not to hear the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

“No Sarah?”

“Friend’s house,” Joel explains, holding your face in his sights as you come over to inspect the dessert. He tilts it down for you to see the market name and the flavor.

“Peach cobbler. A classic.”

“It’s not a homemade blueberry cupcake but it’ll do,” Joel smiles warmly at you.

You absolutely hate the jump your heart gives when that dimple of his pops out. His eyes slowly drift from your face back to his brother and the two of them dissolve into conversation about their company.

You go back to setting the table, sneaking one small glance at Joel in his jeans and flannel. That fucking dream is making your body thrum in a mixture of anxiety and heavy, heavy desire.

A short while later Maria announces that dinner is ready and everyone better get their asses to the table. You take the macaroni salad and bring it over with you to the table. Maria has prepared everything so beautifully. Maria and Tommy take a seat next to one another, leaving Joel to take the empty chair next to you.

For some reason this throws you. You had just assumed you’d be sitting across from him. It makes the most sense. Fuck Maria and Tommy and their insatiable need to touch at all times! Even now Tommy has his arm on the back of Maria’s chair, petting her hair as she talks about the ingredients she used.

You don’t hear anything. After that stupid fucking dream all you can do is focus on the man to your left. The man with the strong profile and broad shoulders. The man that brushes your arm with his as he reaches for the lemonade. You give a small choked ‘thank you’ when he goes to fill your glass before his own.

There’s something in the back of your mind, a little thrill that when you focus on it makes your stomach jump.

Does Joel like you?

No. Its southern manners. Stop being such a fucking idiot.

You still have the flowers he brought you. It’s been weeks and they have shrivelled away to nothing despite your numerous attempts to keep them alive. Maria commented on how dead they were when she came to bring you mail that’s been delivered to her place instead of yours.

“Oh I totally forgot about them,” you’d told her with a laugh. She’d offered to throw them away for you but you’d waved her off, telling her that you’d get to it.

You didn’t. They’re still there in the vase.

The conversation is flowing amongst you all, the wine is delicious and Maria’s cooking is just as good as it’s always been. It’s when the beer and second bottle of wine is opened that things go off the rails.

The topic of music is brought up. Such an innocuous topic. This leads into bands and singers and unfortunately into a part of your past that you don’t like to linger on.

“I miss going to see the band,” Maria muses over her wine, her face in a pout. “Tommy you would’ve loved it. Totally your style.”

“Oh yeah?” Tommy asks, and then as if that prompted a memory he turns to you. “You dated that musician, right?”

You can feel dual eyes on you, and you know that one pair belongs to Joel.

“Uh yeah,” you nod. “Paul. We were in a band together for a few years.”

Joel is twisting his fork in his fingers, betraying a level of discomfort with this topic. You wonder what it is that makes him so uneasy and you realize it’s the knowledge that the topic may turn to him and Michelle.

“You were in a band?” Joel’s voice is genuine in its surprise from beside you. You glance up with a nod.

“Yeah. Nothing fancy or anything. Just me, Paul and our friend Jack. Playing coffee shops, some bars, just for fun and a bit of scratch.”

“They were amazing,” Maria interrupts, knowing that you’d never brag about yourself. “She sings like a fucking angel.”

You wave the compliment off, terrified that she or Tommy are going to start chanting at you to sing. You don’t want to. You don’t sing in front of people anymore… you haven’t since you and Paul ended things.

Joel speaks in a slow rasp, his eyes still on his food. “Why’d you stop?”

“Well, technically Paul and Jack didn’t. They wanted to make it our job, go on tour, that sort of thing.”

“You never wanted to?”

“’Course I did,” you laugh. “And if I were in my early twenties maybe I would have gone. But I’m not a kid anymore. I wanted a future. A stable one… A life I could relax into.”

“A life you could relax into,” Joel repeats this in a murmur, as if the concept is new to him. “Huh.”

“So that’s why you and Paul split?” Tommy interjects, his own interest peaked.

“Yep. Never been super lucky in the dating pool,” you joke, feeling your chest flushing.

You know Tommy isn’t being rude, he’s just open and blunt. Maria however is searching your face, trying to gauge if you’re okay.

“This chicken is fucking delicious if I do say so myself,” she announces when you can’t meet her eyes. “And I do say so myself.”

You’re incredibly thankful for the diversion and you shoot her a grateful look. She responds with a sly wink. Joel makes a sound of agreement, chewing quietly.

“It’s so good I think I’ll have five more,” you announce, digging in for seconds. The group laughs at this, dissolving into conversation about the meal.

"Oh I almost forgot, that Chelsea chick from the new project keeps asking about you Joel," Tommy tells his brother after a pull from his beer bottle. “The blonde one. Was asking me if you’re single.”

He and Maria shoot an eager grin at Joel. Quiet, reserved Joel who stiffens across from you. Immediately you sober, turning your attention back to your dinner. You don’t know why but the thought of babysitting while Joel goes off with another ‘chick’ doesn’t sit well with you.

"Oh yeah?" Joel says uncomfortably. You feel his eyes slide to you and then back to his plate.

Why do you care who Joel Miller dates? None of your business…But does Chelsea know about Sarah? If she does, is she aware that she’s entering into a family, not just a relationship?

Stop. None of your business.

“I figure you’re dipping your toe back in the dating pool as it were,” Tommy says with a teasing smile. “So I told her you were single and lookin’.”

You watch Joel drop his fork to his plate in irritation. He’s fixing his younger brother with a burning scowl. “Why would you do that, Tommy?”

“But you went on that date with the girl from the Bison-“ Tommy defends, the humor drained from his face.

“And she was dumber n’ a pile a bricks.” Joel is sullen now, his mouth in a firm line. “Made me realize I have no intention of dating. Waste a’ time.”

You feel like you’ve been slapped.

Waste of time.

Wasn’t that what he had said the first time you met? That the date was a waste of time?

You’re so fucking dumb thinking Joel had the hots for you. That stupid dream has you all mixed up. You swallow the chicken in your mouth, but it’s tasteless now and goes down like thick oatmeal.

“Okay new topic,” Maria announces, seeing the animosity building between the brothers.

But it’s too late; you can feel the rest of the night is spoiled. Joel is nothing if not a grudge-holder and Tommy is nothing if not stubborn. Between the two of them the rest of the dinner is spent in tension-filled silence punctuated by you or Maria talking about the weekend ahead.

Joel doesn’t even stay for dessert.

///

"Hey, I just saw an ad in the paper. The reptile sanctuary is doing a weekend centered on exotic toads and frogs."

"Who is this?"

"I'm supposed to believe more than one woman is contacting you to tell you about exotic toad exhibits?"

You smile when you hear Joel's quiet chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"I wanted to know if I could come grab Sarah Saturday and take her," you say tentatively. You've never taken Sarah anywhere by yourself. "Soon as I get your go ahead I'm gonna get tickets."

The sanctuary is small and specialized exhibitions like this are few and far between. It's a unique event and you know tickets will be going fast.

"That's really nice of you," Joel hedges. You can hear the hesitancy in his voice.

"I wouldn't take her for too long," you promise. "I'd have her back before dinner."

"It's not that," Joel says in a way that comforts you. "It's just I already got her tickets for Sunday before they all sold out. I read the paper too if you can believe it."

Of course Joel would have already gotten her tickets. He's a great dad.

"Oh," you try not to sound deflated. You'd actually been looking forward to taking Sarah. Things were always so much more magical when seen through the eyes of a child. Especially a child who loves animals as much as you do.

You go to say goodbye but Joel is still talking.

"But I got three tickets," Joel continues. "Because Sarah insisted that her favorite babysitter would want to come."

Your face immediately breaks into a wide smile. A warmth that you cannot name or place spreads through your body.

"Well if Tommy isn't free, I'll happily take his ticket."

////

Joel didn't realize he was nervous until he saw you.

He'd gotten Sarah ready that Sunday morning, cooking her favorite banana pancakes, brushing her hair into a braid with a purple bow, helping her into her polka dotted shoes.

He'd buckled her into the car seat in the truck and sung along with her to an old song on the radio before he stopped for a coffee and a hot chocolate.

"You think your favorite person will want a drink too?" Joel had asked his daughter who nodded emphatically. He'd added a mocha to the order smiling softly to himself.

And not at one point had he been nervous.

If anything he'd been grateful Sarah would have someone else to gush about toads with. Joel wasn’t a stupid man by any stretch, but his knowledge was not in the wheelhouse of lizards and geckos and other things that crept and crawled.

You'd said you'd meet them at the gate of the sanctuary today so that's where he and Sarah currently stand.

Joel sips his own coffee slowly, thankful for the beverage after his sleepless night. He hasn't been sleeping well.

Sarah is holding your coffee in both of her small hands, looking around the crowded space for you. She wants to be the one to give you the drink personally. Sarah is besotted with you, she thinks that everything about you is worthy of remark. From what you do for a living ("she plays with doggies!") To the way you wear your hair ("isn't it pretty, Daddy?")

Joel thinks it's because you don't really talk to her like she's a kid. You're sweet, but you don't talk down to her. Joel also thinks it's because you're the first constant female presence in her life. That actually hurts Joel because he can't always give her that. You're a welcome surprise in that regard.

He's told himself for weeks now that this is why he likes seeing you, likes having you around. You make his daughter happy. Plus you're funny and you just care about everything so fucking much. People, animals, the environment. How can one person have that kind of capacity for care?

"There she is!"

At Sarah's squeaky voice he glanced up and sees you weaving through the crowd. All at once feels his heart lurch at the sight. Nerves he hadn't anticipated creep up along his body, causing him to inhale sharply.

He watches you, your eyes searching for he and Sarah through the throngs of people. Then he sees it, the minute your eyes land on Sarah and then move to him. Goosebumps break out all over his body the second you shine your smile in their direction.

Has your smile always looked like that? So warm? So... luminous?

"She's here!"

Joel hears his daughter shriek excitedly from beside him. He nods, unable to speak. Instead he's fixated on you, watching you move through the groups of people, whispering breathless 'sorry's' as you bump into them in your pursuit to get to Sarah faster.

It's like you’re spotlighted, colorful amongst the drab crowd. He watches your hair fan out behind you as you jog towards them, the sparkle in your eyes as you grin at them. He's ashamed that he also notices the way your breasts bounce under your light jacket as you rush over.

"Hey bug," you say once you reach her, dropping to a knee despite the dirty cement. Sarah holds out the coffee to you and Joel watches you take it with a smile.

"You got me a coffee?" you say as you take a sip, giving an exaggerated sound of delight. "Delicious. Did you drive here too?"

Sarah giggles as you take one of her tiny hands in yours. "Daddy bought it."

You turn your eyes on Joel and he feels his breath leaving him again. "Thanks, what do I owe you?"

"My treat," Joel rumbles, feeling strangely light headed.

"You already paid for the tickets," you say with a frown followed by a thoughtful look. "Guess I'll just have to treat you both to lunch."

Before Joel can insist otherwise you've started leading Sarah to the entrance of the sanctuary. Joel hands over the tickets and the three of you enter.

"Sorry I was late," you say over your shoulder as your hands are stamped with little frog images. "First bus was so slow. This mocha is so good, though. Thanks."

Joel feels strangely compelled to keep talking to you, but your attention is already back on his daughter.

"The last time I was here they had a blue gecko," you tell Sarah as you walk hand in hand with her through the cobbled pathways. "It had just had babies."

"Really?" Sarah's voice is tinged with awe. Joel can't stop marvelling at how you bring that out in her. Sarah is normally the one spouting facts, wowing everyone with her acumen. But with you she hangs on every word.

The rest of the day is spent much the same. Joel trailing behind you and Sarah watching as you engage his daughter. He doesn’t admit it to himself, but he wonders if people passing you by think you’re a family. It feels like that today. He doesn’t let his mind stay there for long. It’s a painful place to rest.

At one point you bump against him to double back and show Sarah a snail you'd overlooked. Joel had been standing close behind you, maybe too close. You bumped into him, your hand flying to his bicep to steady yourself.

"Sorry," you smiled, your hand moving to his forearm before your attention is drawn to the terrarium behind Joel and you began launching into a small lesson on burgundy snails. Sarah asks lots of questions and distracted, you continue to hold onto Joel’s forearm.

He doesn't shake you off.

You smell good. Whatever shampoo you use and he after a moment's consideration be decided you must wear perfume. Something deep and rich. He wants to lean forward and press his nose to your neck to decipher every note.

You must realize eventually that you're still gripping him and you pull back, telling Sarah that there's more up ahead to see. Joel immediately misses the contact, but he doesn’t admit that to himself.

Lunch is at the small cafe they have inside the sanctuary. A place with overpriced food given ridiculous reptile themed names. Joel immediately groans and you immediately laugh. You love the silly, unnecessary touches.

Joel gets the "snake pit" (a burger with spicy mayonnaise). Sarah gets a children's "snapping turtle and bug juice" (hot dog and iced tea) and you get the "leaping lizard" (chili fries) with a coke.

Joel tries to pay, extending his credit card toward the cashier when he feels your hand land on his. Its soft and warm and his eyes blow wide when he darts them to you.

"Nice try," you say with a smirk. "I told you I'm paying for lunch."

Joel smiles weakly, but his focus is on the warmth of your hand as it gently nudges his away.

As the afternoon comes to a close, Joel offers to drive you home afterwards but you have a scouting meeting with Alex along a familiar bus route.

Alex? Who the fuck is Alex? As if that James asshole wasn't bad enough?

For some reason this upsets Joel in a way that feels territorial. He wants to ask follow up questions, to see why you and this guy Alex are getting together on a weekend if you're just co-workers, but he knows it would be out of place.

You two don't talk about things like that.

"Is Alex your boyfriend?" Sarah asks bluntly. She's frowning up at you as Joel inwardly congratulates his daughter’s tenacity.

"God no," you laugh as if the idea is ridiculous. "No. Alex is a new girl I work with. She just got hired this week. She’s not familiar with this part of Texas so I’m showing her around."

Joel feels a wry smile tug at his lips but he hides it by rubbing at his mouth.

"Thanks for coming today," Joel says, his hand placed on the top of Sarah's head. "I know Sarah wouldn't have had half as much fun with her boring ol' dad."

"I really enjoyed the exhibit," you answer with what sounds like honesty. "Plus I got to hang out with my favorite girl."

You drop your voice to a conspiratorial whisper and lean towards a beaming Sarah.

"Just don't tell Maria, She'll get jealous."

Minutes later Joel and Sarah are waving goodbye as you load onto the bus. As it pulls off the curb and Joel watches it lumber away, he's struck with the realization that he doesn't have to pretend to enjoy your company anymore.

He just does.

///

"You busy?”

It takes you a moment to register that it's Joel on the other end of the phone. "Huh?"

"Are you busy?" Joel's voice sounds amused as he repeats himself.

“No,” you respond breathlessly. Why is Joel calling you? Why is he asking you if you’re busy? The memory of that lusty dream goes into overdrive. “Why?”

"I wanted to run an idea past you that I had. About your work and uh, maybe Sarah and I could take you to dinner tonight so we can talk about it?"

This surprises you but you agree to meet at six in the front yard. You hear his truck rumbling up in the distance and you smile at the familiar sound. You can see Sarah waving wildly from the back car seat. You return the wave laughing at her enthusiasm.

Joel parks and gets out, coming around to your side as you put a hand on the handle. You give him a quizzical look as he reaches for your door handle and juggles it before pulling it open.

"It sticks," he reminds you as he holds it open for you.

Oh, you remember.

You nod, pulling yourself up into the cab and saying hello to Sarah. You can see that she’s dressed up for this, her hair in tight plaits and wearing a shiny purple dress.

“You look like a princess,” you tell her in awe. “I feel under dressed.”

“You look gr-,” Joel starts before faltering. “It’s not a fancy place or anything. Sarah just wanted to dress up.”

“So where are we going? Not the Italian place I hope," you say hiding a smirk by facing out the window. Joel chuckles loudly, a rich sound that feels good in your ears. It’s funny to imagine how so few months ago you couldn’t stand him and now you’re willingly going to dinner with he and his daughter.

It's a chain restaurant, one of those BBQ style places that still gives kids coloring pages and crayons to entertain themselves.

The silly crush is fading from you. You know it was just a culmination of stress and the way Joel was so kind to you. You know it was just a momentary infatuation and you’re so thankful you didn’t do something stupid.

You slide into the booth smiling when Sarah climbs up after you, settling herself into the plastic booster seat the server brings out so she can reach the table.

"You good?" Joel asks, wondering if you're okay being squashed between the wall and his kid. He feels guilty, like his daughter should be choosing him to sit next to and not you.

"Of course," you answer honestly. Even if you do look like an animal caught in a cage. This concept reminds you of your first awful blind date.

“When do you go hunting?”

"Huh?"

"When do you go hunting?" you repeat. “I realize I’ve never heard you mention it since that first night. And there’s no carcasses hanging around your house, thank God. I’m surprised because most people that-”

Joel blinks at you before you see realization cross it. A guilty looking smile crosses his features.

"You don't hunt," you say slowly. Joel shakes his head, smirking guiltily. "Why did you say you did?"

He shrugs, caught, chuckling lowly to himself. "Wanted to piss you off, I think."

You laugh loudly at this, recalling how awful that first meeting was. Sarah glances up at you two before going back to her coloring.

"And now?" you tease when the laughter subsides. "You still wanna piss me off?"

Joel sobers, the smile turning wistful as he shakes his head. "Nah."

"Good," you say resolutely.

You both watch Sarah color in silence before you feel Joel’s eyes slip back to you.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why were you so mad that day?" Joel leans forward in his seat. "I mean, now I know you it doesn't seem like you're a 'scream at stranger in their car' kinda person."

Joel has a way of looking at you that makes you feel pinned.

"You never know, Joel. I'm a woman of many layers," you joke, trepidation seeping into your voice. Joel seems to sense this unease because he leans back and the topic is put to the side.

"So the reason I brought you to dinner is I wanted to run an idea past you. One that’s mutually beneficial."

You take a sip of water through the straw and raise an eyebrow in question.

“I know there’s nothing left in your budget for kennels, and I also know that you won’t let me pay you for sittin’ Sarah. So I’m thinking of an exchange of trade.”

“No way,” you shake your head, knowing immediately what he’s offering. “That’s way too much to ask of you. The cost of supplies alone-”

"I got heaps of extra lumber and supplies,” Joel interrupts, seeing that you’re trying to come up with excuses. “You need kennels; I need a good sitter for Sarah. You won't let me pay you and I feel weird about it, like I'm takin' advantage of you."

"You're not," you insist.

"Still," Joel frowns. "Can y- Will you just think about it?"

You nod and the topic is dropped as a server returns to your table. The food arrives warm and smelling delicious. BBQ ribs are one of your favorites and the cornbread melts in your mouth.

You watch as Joel takes Sarah's meal and cuts it into tiny pieces. As he does this he smiles at his daughter, listening to her talk about Toad and how he likes chocolate milk just like her.

Neither of you are expecting what she says next.

"Did my Mommy like toads?"

A strange look comes over Joel at that, his dark eyes fixed on Sarah's face. You see his shoulders are tensing even when he exhales sharply. You wait for the storm, the silence, the refusal of acknowledgement. It's strange how Joel's face can go from looking so hard to so sorrowful. It's in the eyebrows, you think. Or perhaps the way he holds his mouth.

But then he goes back to cutting her burger, keeping his tone light.

"Dunno if she likes toads, but your Mama actually had a pet turtle growing up.” There's a tension in his mouth after he says it.

Wait, did he just willingly bring up Michelle?

You sneak a glance over at Sarah. Her tiny hand is around her crayon but she's not drawing. She's staring up at her dad with eyes like saucers.

"Really?"

Joel is smiling serenely at her now, the tension slowly fading from his body. You watch enraptured as those same dark eyes go from concerned to warm.

"Yeah. She had one as a pet when she was a kid. S’name was… Donatello, I think."

It's as if Sarah knows that this is a huge moment. That if she presses too much her dad is gonna be just like a Donatello and slip back into his shell. So she smiles her secret smile and goes back to coloring. Joel goes back to his sandwich and you feel your heart burst in pride for this small step.

"Okay," you relent with a smile. "I'd like to do the kennels-babysitting trade.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“It’ll take a couple months,” Joel explains. “I’ll have it done by December, if that’s okay? Got a lot of other projects taking priority, otherwise I’d knock it out in a few weeks.”

“You take as long as you want,” you enthuse with a beam. “If it means I get my kennels I will happily babysit Sarah until she goes to college.”

Joel laughs at that and you join right along when Sarah shoots a look at you and asks: “What’s college?”

The three of you continue to laugh and chat over your meal. Sarah asks you to color with her and you can’t refuse her anything so of course you join in. Joel watches you two over his water glass, his eyes slipping over your smiling face.

At one point you glance up at him with worry furrowing your brows.

“You’re sure it isn’t too much doing the kennels for me? It feels like a big imposition, Joel.”

“We’re friends right? Friends do this sorta thing for each other.”

You relax into the booth at this smiling and nodding at him.

Joel Miller is your friend.

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colour me grey;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 1,719

warnings: soulmates, series maybe?, probably no happy endings later

notes: im a sucker for soulmate shit

summary: soap watched you leave the place before chastising him, “did ye hafta fuckin stare daggers at the poor lass, simon?”

part i. | part ii. |

You were waiting for the rain to calm down under an awning, spice bags open in hand with a cold can of coke sitting on the little table provided behind you. The original plan was to eat it at home with a movie, but that dream died as soon as the rain started. It came down by the bucket, splashing everything at the edges of the shelter you stood under, including the little plastic seat that wanted to sit down on. There was another one that didn’t get wet, but it securely stood behind a big hulk of a man standing next to you.

Halfway through your meal, you were momentarily distracted as your attention was grabbed by a person waving from a nearby parked car.

“Me?” You mouthed, pointing at yourself.

The stranger in the car nodded but also pointed your way, possibly to the large man next to you. He was fully immersed in the book he’s reading when you looked over. You turned your head back at the stranger in the car again and pointed to the man next to you.

Answering you with excited nods and both his thumbs, you turned to the stranger by your side. With a mouthful of chicken and chips, you couldn’t exactly talk to him; so you tapped the back of his hand with your knuckle to get his attention, then pointed at the man sitting in the parked car.

He hesitated for a long while, probably contemplating whether his friend in the car was worth traversing the rain for or not, before fixing his hoodie and jogging towards it without saying a single word to you.

Not even a thankyou. Rude.

The rain let up not long after, so you decided to pack up what’s left of your food and walked home. You noticed a little shimmery speck on the back of your hand as you changed your clothes, so you brushed it off, thinking you’d gotten rid of it.

But you saw it again in the mirror later that night when you’re getting ready for bed. It didn’t go away even after you washed your hand.

Why is this glitter so persistent?

Because it wasn’t glitter. To your delayed shock, you realised it was a soul-mark. Small, iridescent specks around your knuckles, rather opalescent when you move your hand around. You saw the colours on it turn from red, to yellow, to blue, to white, depending on what angle you held your hand at.

Your mind wandered to the spice bag shop. It was the only logical place you would have met someone new.

No.

It was the thankless motherfucker that you waited with under the awning. You didn’t even take in any of his features at all, only that he was tall and rude.

—

Simon noticed the mark as soon as you touched him. He glanced down and saw the stupid fucking shiny blemish immediately on the back of his hand. Of course his soulmate would be touchy. Of course you would touch him in the place where people could see.

He glanced at your face and it rang clear to him that you were oblivious and wasn’t even paying attention to him. Happily munching on your snack, with your open can of coke sitting next to you, ready for anyone to spike. Shoving the book in his jacket pocket, he trudged into Soap’s car.

The Scot could feel him fuming just from the way he jogged towards the car and decided to call him out on it immediately.

“Tae fuck is with ya, LT? They out ae spice bags?”

“Coulda parked closer, Johnny.” He masked his worry with annoyance, he doesn’t want to tell his best friend just yet, but lashing his confusion and anger out on him doesn’t feel right either.

Soap took one last notice of you as he drove by, “Burd’s a looker.”

He doesn’t know how to respond to that. There’s a weird unease simmering underneath his skin, not knowing why. Chalking it up as confusion over meeting his soulmate, he quickly shakes the feeling aside and opens the warm bag in his hands.

A small, forgotten part of him hoped to see you again someday.

—

You don’t see him again until months later. Closer to a year, but you’re not counting. Definitely not counting and obsessively looking at people’s hands and surely not silently cursing people wearing gloves. In autumn. Soon it will be winter and everyone will be wearing gloves and you won’t be able to look.

Yet here he is—as if fate themselves cruelly commanded—sitting in a pub, hands free of gloves with his glittering mark out in the open for anyone to see. The desire to come closer is palpable, he’s right there all by himself, the seat next to him empty and inviting. You stared at him long enough to get a good look at the evidence of scarring on his face, his light brown hair, and a little peek of his tattoos under his left sleeve.

You can’t do it. You know it’s him and yet you can’t do it. You walked right out of the building and leaned on the nearest wall. Panic rushes through you in waves. It drowns out the noises around you. Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest you’re afraid it’s going to spontaneously combust and leave you dead on the sidewalk.

What are you even going to say to him? Does he even know it’s you? Does he already know but not want anything to do with you?

Realising too late, you’re breathing hard without actually letting air come into your lungs. You took a step away from the doors, not wanting to cause a scene or deter customers into the pub because some freak is having a panic attack right by the entrance. Taking deep breaths as you close your eyes for a minute or two, you think you can begin to reign your thoughts in.

“Y’allright, dove?” You heard someone speak.

—

He pretended he didn’t see you when you first walked in. Pretended as if your face hasn't come swimming into his mind as he falls asleep. Has to pretend he never entertained the thoughts of having and living a normal life with you. A little modest house with a little garden, a fancier car for you and a shitty hatchback that's comically too small for him, maybe a cat or one of those big bunnies to keep you company while he’s away. Would you even like bunnies? You seem like a bunny person.

They’re called rabbits, Simon.

His heart burned when you immediately left the premises at the sight of him. It was hard to ignore your stare. Did you see his battle scars where the mask doesn’t cover? Did you see how he tried to burn the soul-mark away? What made you run?

He wasn’t allowed a single reprieve when he saw Soap walk in, with you right next to him. It didn’t escape his attention how you looked deathly pale and how wide and glassy your eyes were. You grew paler and more panicked as Soap led you closer to him, he saw you try so hard not to look at him when he sat you down, just a seat away from him.

“Water for the poor lass, please, barman!” Soap boomed over the crowd. He took the empty seat next to him. He heard him lower his voice when he talked to you, the practised careful tone he uses around hostages. “Stay a while, dove. Least til that heart rate is below a hummingbird’s, yeah?”

You nodded a little too frantically for Simon’s liking.

“Y’aight?” He doesn’t know if he’s addressing Soap, or you.

Soap answered. “Found lass shakin’ outside tae pub. Thought she needed a breather or sumthin’.” He handed you the water that the barman just put down. “Here.”

“Thanks, just had a little panic attack, that’s all.”

The Scot laughed a little, “Aye? You saw someone? Do a needty fuck a prick?”

You managed a weak, awkward giggle, “No, no. I—uh.. I just have them sometimes.”

“That water making ya feel better?”

You nodded quickly before downing the whole glass and waited for a little bit before saying your thanks to Soap, and a little jittery glance at him before leaving.

Soap watched you leave the place before chastising him, “Did ye hafta fuckin stare daggers at the poor lass, Simon?”

“Wasn’t starin’.” He replied, a little too quickly.

“Course ya didn’t.”

He didn’t like how Soap sounded so cross over nothing. They sat in silence and mulled over their own thoughts before he let out a sigh and blurted out to his friend, “She’s the one that gave me this, Johnny.” he raised his hand.

Soap lowered his drink, “Bullshit.”

He glanced at his friend, “Now why would I lie about something like that?”

The air felt stale and constricting all of a sudden, none of them dared look at each other, until Soap broke the silence, pointing his drink in his general direction. “Is that burn mark pure accidental or didja do it oan purpose?”

“Both.”

“Cannae be both, ya daft cunt. One or the other?” The man scoffed at him.

“Burnt it by accident but I let it set to see if it would stop shinin’. So both.”

—

Not even two days later he showed up during your weekly grocery run, making his move first over the mound of apples, handing you a perfectly deformed little apple that looks hilariously small for his hand.

It was apparently normal sized as you took it from him.

“Guess you know what we are, then?” You started.

“Yeah.”

You continued picking apples in silence, with him handing you perfectly good ones from time to time.

“So. What do you wanna do about it, then?” You looked up, folding the bag in your hands as you stared up at him.

He doesn’t seem to know what to do when being stared at, you see his eyes starts darting around the place. “I dunno. But I’m Simon, for starters.” There was a couple seconds delay before he seems to realise he needs to extend a hand, which he did.

You replied in kind, with a hand and a name.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty imagines #scuffed writing

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starluvsx · 6 months

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★𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count:742

Proof read: yessirrr

WARNINGS: reader being like harassed by some guy,swearing,anxious matt(ik that might cause flash backs for some of you), reader is mentioned as 'internet famous' , threats of violence

A/N: came up with this on a whim so it’s probs not my best writing

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“Can you just do it for me pleaseeee” Matt begged as we sat at the McDonald’s table looking at his wrong order.it wasn’t even just slightly wrong,it was a whole different meal.he had ordered a 10 piece meal and got a Mc chicken.

Normally I would’ve just gone up and said something but I was quite literally in the middle of eating.like 17 fires stuffed in my mouth. “Matt you are a grown ass 20 year old man, you can tell them you got the wrong order.”I said with my mouth full

He looked at me with an annoyed and nervous face,smacked his arm against his side a bit and then eventually grabbed his tray and anxiously walked up to the counter to tell them the order was wrong. I love him but he has to break out of his shell and stop being so nervous.

The face he made as he walked back to me with a tray of the right foods was enough to make me burst out laughing (this face😐). “See, was it that hard? ''I said with a shit eating grin as my boyfriend sat down in front of me with his food that he actually ordered.

“Never again, that was so awkward oh my gosh” he said as he shook his head beginning to eat his food.i dismissed his dramaticness as I turned back to my food.

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Matt wasn't big on parties.he almost never went to them in highschool and continued that streak Into adulthood.but tonight was different.I had somehow dragged him to a party.mainly because if he didn't go with me than I would've have had to go alone.and ya'know a 19 year old girl who also happens to be internet famous at a party alone didn't sound super good.so he hesitantly came along with me.

Once I had gotten pretty tired of dancing in the large group of people I decided I would head over to the bar where Matt was standing with a drink which I could only assume to be coke. when I was about 5 steps away from my boyfriend a sweaty hand gripped my shoulder, immediately startling me. "hey uh, could i buy you a drink?" a man drunkenly asked me.

"Oh no thank you, I have a boyfriend" I said with a sweet smile on my face so as to not escalate a situation that didn't need to be escalated.the sound of my voice immediately made Matt shoot his head up from his phone, becoming aware of the predicament I was in.

as I tried to walk over to my boyfriend in question the man's grip only tightened. "who that guy?"the man asked sarcastically. "I could treat you better in 5 minutes than that scrawny guy could in a lifetime, he wouldn't even know what to do with you" the gross man continued.now that I knew what he meant by buying me a drink I was much more uncomfortable than before.

but nonetheless, still wanting to keep my cool I respond with a simple "I have a boyfriend, dip shit, leave me alone"while trying to get out of the man's grasp.

"didn't you hear her the first time,let go of her" matt stepped in and said.although matt wasn't one for getting confrontational or angry even, when he did it was fucking scary.

"what you gonna do huh?"the stranger teased, "You're like 5 '8 and 100 pounds, get outta here and leave her to a real man" he continued.he had now let go of me but was getting dangerously close to matt.

"ill slit your fucking throat if you so much as take another step closer to either of us"matt responded,voice now lower and more serious.i would like to say he was just saying that to scare the guy off but i couldn't sense one bit of bluff in his tone.

"ugh whatever"the guy said before turning around and walking back into the sea of people dancing and drinking.matt then grabbed me by the waist to bring me closer to him

"Let's go home"was all he said before practically dragging me out of the party,not that I needed much help with wanting to go home anyways.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #fluff #influencers #sturniolo triplets #x reader #youtube #celebrity

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automaticpizzahologram · 1 year

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Hi I don't speak German so sorry if I translate wrong.

Part 2

Y/n and Billy are both 16

I tie my apron around my waist and clip on my notepad and slip some pens in my pocket on my apron. My waitress uniform is a plain black pencil skirt, a white shirt, ablack tie, black apron, and black high heels.

I quickly put my hair up in my butterfly clawclip and walk in to the kitchen of the small restaurant. I work for work experience and some extra pocket money. I get 10 per hour and I work 3 hours so I get 30 every time I work which is awesome.

The restaurant is a cozy place that always smells nice, there's under fifty seats which is good for me because I normally work with one other girl, I get the impression that she doesn't like me that much because she gives me dirty looks. To be honest I don't know what I've done I met her a month ago when I started working here.

The restaurant is a Italian restaurant called Angerlos and luckily for me it's just a few streets away from where I live.

"hey y/n working again tonight."

" Hey Nelly , yeah I need the cash" Nelly is our chef, he's pretty cool. Nello is a big, balled, buff man, he looks quite intimidating when you first meet him but he's actually really sweet when you get to know him.

" well I hope you good luck"

"thanks" Nelly turns back around to what ever he's making, it smells heavenly, I walk out of the kitchen doors and into the dining part of the restaurant. I immediately jump into work finding a table to serve straight away.

I carefully bring a tray of hot food, hoping that I don't drop it, to a table.

"here you go one Italian style pizza and one sweet chilli chicken wings with salad and sour cream and chiv dip. if your not pleased tell me and I'll take it back for you. Enjoy" I place the two plates on the table and tuck the round tray under my arm. I gave the couple a smile and turn around and head back to the kitchen

" Hey y/n, apparently there's going to be a group coming in soon in about 15 minutes we've been old that they'll be recording some stuff, I don't know what it's for though"

"OK. Thanks Nelly" I place the tray back on the counter.

I spot some new people come in so I walk over to them and direct them to an empty table, I give the trio some menus and tell them I'll be back soon to take their order if they have decided.

I finish cleaning down a table when I hear the door open, I turn around and look at the door seeing what I presume is the group that's going to be filming. I see the other girl, Amanda, go over to the group, lead them to the biggest table we have, give them the menus and lingers at the table for a little too long.

I turn back around and Potter back on with my work

After about 14 minutes I hear the door open and shut. I turn around and see my best friend of 7 years standing at the door with a big smile on her face. I walk over to her and try to be as professional as I can, but with Pheobe it's hard

Pheobe is 5'2, with shoulder length curly ginger hair. She has freckles that cover almost all her face, her green eyes go well with her hair.

he really likes art, that's actually how we met in art class in primary school, i was new and she was the first person who was nice to me, we have been best friends since. I wouldn't swap our friendship for anything.

" I would like your finest table madam" she says with a rather bad posh accent.

" of course only the best for you , right this way milady" I say back in a terrible accent back. Pheobe bursts out laughing grabbing the attention of a few near by tables.

I lead Pheobe to the last empty table which happens to be right next to the table of the group

Pheobe, not so grateful, Sits down and looks at the menu for a split second before ordering.

"I would 3 a cowboy burger please with chips and onion rings please and for my drink I would like a diet coke, thanks "

I quickly scribble down her order, blowing a piece of hair out of my face I look up at her.

"I'll get it to you as soon as possible"

But before I could go and take Pheobes order to the kitchen a man from the table next to us gets my attention

" excuse me but we haven't been see yet and we have been waiting for a while to order"

"I'm so sorry I thought that Amanda was serving you, I'll take this order to the kitchen then I'll be right with you, I'll be just one second "

I quickly turn around and walk to the kitchen and through the doors, I clip the order onto the stand and walk back out.

As I'm walking back to the group I get my note pad out and click my pen open ready to take their orders.

"Hi, I'm so sorry for the wait what can I get for you" as I look at the group I spot two familiar faces but I can't remember where I've seen them from.

" would we be able to get these Please" the man hands me one of the restaurants order menus where you can write what you want instead of telling me, in big groups like this it makes my job much easier.

"of course you can, I'll give this to the chef and I'll get your drinks for you now. And again I'm so sorry for the wait" I turn around and walk back into the kitchen and put the sheet on the counter.

"nelly, can you make this one as soon as possible please, its the big groups and I thought Amanda was serving them, in fact I haven't seen her for a while. They have been waiting for over 15 minutes and the wait to be served has never been that long"

Nelly looks around for a quick second and nods his head.

I go to the bar and get there drinks, Four diet cokes, and 3 lemonades. I put the drinks on a large-ish round tray and walk back over to the table.

"here's your drinks. Your meals won't be to long. If there's anything wrong please don't hesitate to tell me"

"thank you" this time it wasn't a man but it was one of the people that look familiar.

"no problem, as I said your food shall be with you shortly until then enjoy" I walk away from the group and as I'm walking I catch Pheobe looking at me then at the group then at me again, I think nothing of it.

I hear the bell that signals that an order is ready, I look over my shoulder and see that it's Pheobe's burger. I walk into the kitchen and pick up her burger and star to carefully walk over to her table. I take the plate off of the tray and on to the table.

" here you go, one cowboy burger with chips and onion rings, enjoy"

"why thank you, this looks delicious"

I glance at the table next to Pheobes and quickly make eye contact with one of the members of the group. I give him a quick smile and and he smiles back his eyes lighting up, it suddenly clicks.

Thats why they look familiar their the two kids from the park from the other day how could I not remember him. I spot the camera it's a small black video camera and it's pointing to the 4 younger ones. They probably have a YouTube channel or something .

I turn my head away from the table and look at phoebe who's happily munching on some chips. "my breaks in like 6 minutes so save me some chips will ya.

I place the plates on to the table.

" here you go, again I'm so sorry about the wait, if there's anything wrong please tell me and I will sort it out" I make eye contact with Bill again and he's the one to smile first, the only lady of the group says something in German, and the man laughs, bill has a look on his face and the 3 others laugh as well.

I take of my apron then placing it on the back of the chair while I sit down on Pheobes table, taking the couple of chips she saved me and shoving them in my mouth.

"so who's that" she says in a hushed voice, leaning slightly over the table.

" who's who?" I say back in a hushed tone

"the one who keeps looking at you all the time, longish black hair"

"oh him, I met him in the park the other day as I was leaving I dropped my waterbottle and he picked it up for me"

Pheobe stops leaning over the table and stops talking in a hushed tone.

"how longs your break for?"

" 10 minutes then I have to go back to work for another half hour until I can go home"

"Not bad, I would stay till your shift ends but I need to be home in 15 minutes."

"that's OK"

We talk until my break ends

" I'll probably see you tomorrow for our weekly video call?"

I tie my apron around my waist again. "yep, 7 pm" I say picking up her plate

"I'll see you then, bye"

"bye"

I turn around and take her plate back to the kitchen then going back to cleaning up, out the corner of my eye I spot Amanda sneakily taking a picture of Bill and his group, they must either be pretty famous or she's a creepy stalker.

I turn to look at her and she gives me a discusted look as if I were the one taking the picture of them with out their permission, which is illegal. I roll my eyes and turn back around and continue to clear a table.

After about 15 minutes I quickly glance at Bill's table and notice they have finished eating and have stacked the plates, gosh I love when people do that, I walk over to the table.

"hi did you find everything alright"

"we did, thank you. Actually can we have 3 waters please"

"of course just let me take your stuff away and I'll get them for you straight away"

I pick the plates up and take them away to the kitchen. I walk over to the fridge and pick 3 bottles of water out, I grab 3 glasses and place some ice in the them . I pour the water into the cups and then place them on a small round tray.

I use my hip to push open the kitchen door because I have both my hands on the tray trying not to spill the drinks.

Carefully I walk over to the table, I manage to successfully not spill the water.

"here's your water" I place the drinks on the table and pick up the other cups and take them away.

It's five minutes until my shift ends, I'm cleaning down a table when I feel a tap on my shoulder, I straighten up and turn around to see who it was

"hi, i wanted to know if you wanted to go somewhere after your shift ends"

"oh Um sure I finish in about 5 minutes"

I look at the clock to see thay my shift has ended, I go into the kitchen and hang up my apron and pick up my bag.

"bye nelly. See you Thursday"

I walk back into the dining area and spot bill on his table, his group left about 10 minutes ago, looking down at his phone, his back was facing me so it was pretty easy to sneak up on him. I creep up behind him and peer over his shoulder. My face is next to his right ear

"what ya doing"

Bill jumped ever so slightly, I was expecting more of a reaction but its still a reaction.

I laugh slightly, Bill stands up from the table and slides his phone into his back pocket of his baggy jeans.

#bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #fem reader

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abiiors · 6 months

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cozy making dinner wt home/movie night blurb !!

oooohhh i love writing domestic fluff!!

the whole kitchen smells absolutely mouth-watering. what’s even more mouth-watering, however, is matty at the hob, flipping the chicken on the cast iron griddle. one side of it is deliciously golden-brown and crispy, and under his breath, matty hums some tune.

so you sit there at the dining table and watch him in his element—quick deft movements as if he’s had a chef’s training. but this is not supposed to be anything special, just him cooking for you after what’s been a really hard week at work.

fifteen minutes ago, he announced that all you need to do today is sit still and look pretty. he’ll handle the rest.

“you always look pretty anyway,” he grins, “just need to sit at the table and talk to me love. let me take care of you.”

and so here you are, sipping on a can of coke and talking to him about some trivial work drama.

“she won’t even acknowledge that it’s her fault!” you whine and matty hums in response, “and then me and my team have to clean up her messes, can you believe it? if this were my business, i would have fired her ages ago.”

“so stop cleaning up her messes,” his tone is nonchalant, and matty rests the spatula to one side.

“babe,” he crosses the distance between you, standing right in front of you now and placing a little kiss on your head. “i’m serious. stop cleaning up after others. i don’t like seeing you so burnt out and exhausted.”

you take another, knowing what he’s saying is right. this is not your cross to bear. “yeah, i know, i know…”

there’s a pause where the only sound is the chicken sizzling on the griddle. but then you sigh, softly nuzzling your head in his chest. “you’re right. you always are—”

“i’ll remind you of this the next time you argue with me,” he teases and you shush him with a playful glare.

“but! i’m not going to waste my breath on that. not when you’re being so sweet to me.”

his squawk of outrage makes you giggle. "i'm always sweet to you!"

at that point, it’s almost irresistible to control your impulsive thoughts. so just as matty turns to go back to the chicken, you slap his ass, laughing at the dirty little look he throws your way.

“look at you, a proper house-husband!”

matty rolls his eyes, thoroughly unimpressed but at the last moment you see him crack a little smile and shake his head.

“go pick out a movie for us to watch,” he instructs and then winces, “but please baby… please! do not make me watch a hallmark christmas movie again.”

“i thought this was about making me feel better?”

he groans, defeated by that logic, and you stifle a giggle knowing you were on your way to do exactly that.

ten minutes later, as you settle on the sofa under heaps of blankets and covered in the glow of the telly, matty appears with two plates loaded with pasta and garlic bread. his hair’s all over the place, messy curls everywhere, and his collarbone is visible from the way the sleeve of his jumper falls off his shoulder. but what melts your heart the most is his soft smile and even softer eyes.

he sets the plates down on the coffee table and makes his way next to you under the blankets. his arm wraps around your waist and matty leans in to give you a quick kiss before handing you your plate.

the pasta smells absolutely delicious and looks gorgeously creamy so it’s no surprise when you moan at the cheesy first bite, barely even paying attention to his laugh.

“that good?” he asks.

“the best! when did you get so good at this, huh?

“oi!” he pokes your side, doing it again when you try to squirm away from him, “i’ve always been this good.”

he knows not to wait for a response because you’re already busy inhaling the food. instead, matty faces the telly again, groaning fondly at the hallmark christmas movie that’s waiting for him.

#✉️#♤: matty blurbs #matty healy #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy fluff #matty healy blurb

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seokjinsonlyone · 11 months

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if bts were american and ate our fast food, where do u think they would eat at

i love this question so much it is just out of the box enough for me omg mind u i'm an east coast girlie so ion know nun bout dat in and out or whatever else they got on the west side

haters gon say it's fake but jimin would 100% main popeyes like catch him getting a 3pc chicken combo dark meat only 🤪 and he'd drizzle honey and hot sauce on the chicken either that or the 5 pc strips with the sweet heat sauce if he's feeling a sense of childlike wonder every other month he goes through a weeklong spicy chicken sandwich phase always drinks sweet tea exclusively

jin would swear by chickfila and i can't blame him! like the consistency is always there in the food and the service and that's just what he needs in life like my man has high standards and they just don't disappoint when it comes to the food i can see him getting the grilled chicken club sandwich with a side salad as his go to meal, the regular deluxe sandwich when he's feeling indulgent, and the 30ct nugget when he's feeling ravenous. whenever there's a seasonal shake he has to try it at least once otherwise it's him and the diet lemonade against the world

joonie is giving cookout like there's just so much variety if he want a burger they got it, barbecue they got it, chicken quesadilla, hot dog, corn dog, chili cheese fries, just.... all his wants and needs would be at cookout and when he's feeling a sweet treat??? boom they got the best milkshakes in town. i think his go to meal would be a big double burger tray with a chicken wrap and onion rings for the sides and he got to have cheerwine for the drink mhm iktr

it pains me to say it but i can really see tae up at 2am getting a deluxe cravings box from taco bell like i personally can't stand taco bell it just ain't for me like don't get me wrong there's been times when i worked overnight and it was bought for me so i ate it but i wouldn't choose it but i think tae would 😭🙏 like it's more convenient than chipotle bc it's open later and has a drive through so it's conducive with his lifestyle so that's where he's at in the parking lot at 2:30 with a crunchwrap supreme a doritos locos taco and a baja blast sigh

jungkook would LOVE wawa like i don't think you understand how many times i've imagined going to wawa with jk especially after seeing his camping vlog and there was one point where he was eating a sandwich and he was like if he could eat any food for the rest of his life it'd be a sandwich and it was at that moment that i knew me him and wawa would be written in the stars like catch us at 11pm getting an italian sub some takis and a blueberry pomegranate smoothie

suga would def be at wendy's like i don't think y'all understand how much i love the wendy's app like she has never steered me wrong she is there for me when it's midnight and me and my friends have no place to go we be in dat parking lot fr 😭🤞 and bc yoongi is my twin flame my best friend he would feel the same like it's better than mcdonald's and the way you can rack up rewards points like nobody's business like it's an economical choice it just makes sense i can see him getting the double stack biggie bag with spicy chicken nuggets and a diet coke to drink

i had to think hard for hobi bc i'm like he so boujee these days with his steak and truffles that i couldn't imagine him getting trash food with the commoners but with a little brainpower i placed him directly in zaxby's like you cannot tell me he wouldn't love him some zaxby's sweet teriyaki boneless wings with some fries and that slice of bread they put in the box on the side with a sprite to drink of course yeah that would do it for him every time

i really don't think you understand how much i loved this question like imma be thinking about this scenario for the rest of the week sodfjakjdl

#ask #bts #bts fanfiction #ask of interest #bts headcanons #bts imagines

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tlb characters’ favorite meals:

michael: scrambled eggs with bacon and hash browns. michael is definitely a breakfast food fan, and this is his favorite breakfast meal. he prefers to make it himself, so he can cook the bacon the way he likes or put hot sauce on the eggs, but if he’s ever at a breakfast restaurant he’ll always order this there.

star: broccoli and cheddar soup. i don’t think star had a good relationship with her parents at all (in fact i hc that she ran away from home at 18) but her dad used to make this for her on special occasions and she’s never been able to find something that replaces it as her favorite food. every once and a while she’ll feel horribly homesick and get some of the campbell’s canned broccoli and cheddar soup.

david: tuna salad sandwich. he eats this like twice a month and when he does it’s the gross sandwiches that come in vending machines or the refrigerated shelf at gas stations. he truly and genuinely thinks it’s the best and most satisfying meal in the world will usually eat it alongside a can of diet coke.

dwayne: a reuben with salt and vinegar chips. he’s very picky when it comes to this specific thing. the bread on the sandwich can’t be toasted and the potato chips have to be kettle cooked or he isn’t satisfied. he hasn’t eaten this in years because there’s no restaurants in santa carla or the surrounding area that meet his high standards.

marko: bbq burger. specifically the one at a restaurant just outside of santa carla that closed down in the mid 1970s. he mourns the lose every day and has never found a bbq burger that hits quite the same.

paul: lasagna. his all time favorite is the one at this italian place in the town where he grew up, but he’s happy with any and all types of lasgna, including the shitty frozen meal ones.

laddie: spaghettios with hot dogs cut up in it. most of what he eats is fast food or from whatever quick service restaurants are on the boardwalk, so it’s not like he gets a lot of home cooked meals and he sees this as a sometimes treat that star or one of the boys will make for him every once in a while.

sam: grilled chicken tacos. he takes his tacos with cilantro and sour cream only, and as little spice as possible because he can’t handle it at all. he hasn’t eaten this at all since moving to santa carla cause his favorite version of it is at a mexican restaurant that the emersons used to go to semi regularly when they lived in arizona. if he ate any different chicken tacos it would just make him a little homesick and sad he can’t have the ones he likes.

edgar: blueberry pancakes with a side of onion rings. edgar seems like a diner food kind of guy to me (i haven’t forgotten the scene in the thirst where he and zoe get pancakes together), and he’s definitely a creature of habit so this is what he always orders. he refuses to put any sort of syrup on the pancakes and never gets any breakfast sides to go with them, it’s only ever onion rings.

alan: peanut butter and banana sandwich. i think that he and edgar were kind of left to their own devices a lot growing up (and it’s only gotten worse now that they’re teenagers), so they had to make their own meals and peanut butter and banana sandwiches are something they’d eat multiple times a week when they were kids. no matter how often he eats them he never gets tired of them.

lucy: chicken and dumplings. she makes this at least once a month, and every time michael or sam have ever gotten sick she makes it for them. she still uses her mom’s recipe from when she was a kid.

#a had a lot of fun coming up with these #i think that favorite food/meals say a lot about a person #and it was really interesting to think about what that might say about all the tlb characters #also almost all these foods are super american #so i'd love to hear what other people's hcs are with foods from other cultures #the lost boys #tlb #kate's bad takes

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𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐊𝐑𝐏'𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 !!

the pop-up spring carnival is coming to sunset galleria ! our spacious center plaza will be filled with fun indoor rides and attractions open to all shoppers, and free to employees once they’ve completed their work duties ! the carnival will run nonstop from may 13th to may 20th, so be sure to cram some fun in when you can ! click the read more for additional information on the attractions and some fun thread ideas + make sure to tag all event threads with ‘sunsetevent: spring carnival’. note that taking part is entirely optional, but i hope you all have a blast !

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disco pang pang — the dreaded legend is back; the infamous disco pang pang is a large, circular ride that spins and bounces without safety restraints. factor in mischievous ride operators trying to forge love connections between various riders by bouncing them into one another, and you certainly have a thrilling experience. ride at your own risk !

petal to the metal — your traditional bumper cars, doused in purple flowers for the spring festivities ! mercilessly target your friends, your family, your coworkers or even that special someone with some light vehicular combat !

ferris wheel — a smaller version of the beloved classic, take a relaxing spin above the upper mezzanine levels with friends and cast your eagle eye on deals in your favorite shops ! children must be accompanied by an adult !

lotus swing — an elevated, rotating swing ride designed to look like a blooming lotus. catch the cool breeze and a dose of playground nostalgia where you and your cares can fly away !

bom banghag — the biggest thrill the carnival offers, bom banghag is a stunning garden green and magenta roller coaster that wraps around many other attractions with strategic precision. collect your action photo as a free memento on the 80 degree drop capturing your childlike joy or traumatizing fear !

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flower pop — throw pastel darts at a wall of flower shaped balloons ! depending on how many you pop, you can win a spring theme plushie in various sizes !

air hockey — challenge your friends to classic game of air hockey ! the winner player of a best of three series will score a ton of tickets, which can be turned in for multiple different prizes !

skee-ball — test your throw with some internationally beloved skee-ball ! if you can aim things just right, you might be taking home one of the adorable spring flower onesie costumes !

boxing machine — have a strong arm ? participate in this test of strength, then ! throw your best punch at out tough punching bag and let the machine calculate your score ! this one’s just for fun, but you can certainly win some bragging rights !

pachinko — the popular japanese game in which you release a ball through a maze of pegs to see where it lands ! if you have the accuracy for it, you’ll do extremely well, and the coveted assorted snack gift box will be yours !

mini basketball — if you possess any b-ball skills, this is the game for you ! with a dozen separate hoops and a ten ball limit for every turn, the adorable bird seed pouch prizes go to the best baller !

water blast race — use your flower bomb water gun to hit the target and get your daisy to grow to the top faster than your friends’ ! to the winners go charming best friend tees adorned with matching ‘spring queen’, ‘spring king’ and ‘spring royalty’ logos !

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kimchi-buchimgae (spicy, crispy kimchi pancakes)

tteokbokki (spicy stir-fried rice cakes)

dakgangjeong (sweet, crispy korean fried chicken)

fish cake skewers

american cheeseburgers and french fries

kkwabaegi (twisted korean doughnuts)

gamja-hotdogs (deep fried hotdogs covered with french fries)

sweet potato sticks

patbingsu (red bean paste shaved ice dessert)

boba tea

pepsi & coke products

lotte products

watermelon soda

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒

muse one is terrified of roller coasters, but may be willing to ride alongside muse two who is a thrill ride fan and has offered to hold their hand through the experience.

muse one and muse two have gotten extremely competitive over pachinko, due to both wanting the biggest assorted snack box prize. neither of them can seem to pull ahead of the other.

muse one accidentally bumps into muse two and spills their drink all over them. what was meant to be a fun time for each of them has gotten off to a terrible start.

muse one and muse two have been targeted by the disco pang pang ride operator, who keeps bouncing them into one another. will any chemistry develop, or just bruises ?

muse one was just about to order some dakgangjeong, but muse two ordered the last batch and now there’s gonna be a ten minute wait.

muse one and muse two are both in a long line for a popular ride and are forced to make conversation to pass the time.

muse one hasn’t been able to win themselves a prize, but muse two swoops in thinking they’re cute, determined to win the prize to gift to muse one.

muse one and muse two came to the carnival separately, but end up spending the whole day together lost in nostalgic bliss after reminiscing about the same ride.

muse one accidentally drops their phone from the lotus swing, but it’s luckily caught safely by the attentive muse two.

muse one and muse two had agreed to meet up at the carnival, but one of them has too much work left to do, so the other forgoes having fun to help them finish up.

muse one and muse two get stuck on top of the ferris wheel during a mechanical issue.

muse one and muse two had an argument in front of customers, and now they’ve both been placed on clean up duty for the carnival as punishment.

muse one is not into the boisterous scene of the spring carnival, but muse two is determined to get them to see the fun side of things and let loose for once.

#sunsetevent: spring carnival

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Random Gareth Emerson Headcanons

Warnings: mentions of addiction, alcoholism, cocaine use, marijuana use, divorced parents, shitty writing, i think that's it

Headcanons below the cut! ^-^

Like I've said a million times before, he is a big brother to two little sisters.

Their names are Macy and Sophie.

Macy is 3 years younger than him, meaning she's in 9th grade when he's in his junior year. Because they're so close in age, they bicker with one another a lot, but they really do love one another.

Sophie, however, is 10 years younger than him.

He loves his sisters more than anything, even if he doesn't show it very well.

He's very protective over them and his mom as well, since his dad isn't really in the picture and he feels as though he needs to be the man of the house.

He gets along okay with his dad when he's not drinking.

(Which is almost never)

So he doesn't really talk with him unless he needs to because he's sick of his dad giving him false hope about him being sober.

His favorite subject in school is history. No debate.

A close runner up is English class, though.

He's extremely intelligent, just doesn't know how to use that intelligence to his advantage quite yet.

He went through a phase in middle school where he felt the need to mature way too quick, leading to him experimenting with drugs very early in life unfortunately :/.

Eddie was selling Gareth weed when he was in the 7th grade, but he eventually ended up doing coke with Eddie in the 8th grade when he was over at his trailer.

Right before gigs with Corroded Coffin, Gareth would always do a line before going on stage to get him ready to play.

It really was a problem for a while, but with the help of one of his best friends at the time (you) he eventually was able to sober up.

He'll be 2 years sober in April of '86 ^-^

Occasionally, he does smoke weed, but only with you.

okay on from the sad stuff i'm sorry

Because his mom works so much, he cooks for his sisters a lot, and let me just say, he is an amazing cook.

Something tells me he makes a killer chicken parm, and it's his sisters favorite food.

His mom loves you.

I mean, she knew you for a while before Gareth and yourself started dating, so you already had an upper hand, but she loves you even more now that you're dating him.

She just loves seeing her son be happy and healthy.

Gareth's sisters love you too.

Sophie always wants to be right by your side with whatever you and Gareth are doing, and Macy loves talking to you about 9th grade drama.

It makes Gareth unbelievably happy whenever your good with his sisters, it makes his ever-growing love for you surge through his veins.

He loves taking polaroids of you and his sisters or you and him or just you, really.

He keeps them in a shoebox beneath his bed and whenever he's missing you, he can just go through them.

As I've said before, he secretly loves super mainstream music.

HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE crush on Joan Jett

He hardly ever drinks, but when he does, he can take a shot of tequila like nothing.

He has a naturally tolerance too, like he can drink at the same pace as you and you'll get way drunker way quicker than him despite drinking more often than him.

He says it's just in his blood to have a high alcohol tolerance.

He also really doesn't get hangovers, not badly at least.

So he takes care of you the next morning when your head is pounding and your stomach is lurching.

Amazing at drawing.

Cannot sleep without hugging something, preferably you.

He has his arms wrapped securely around you, securing you to his chest while he gently snores.

ok that's it for right now lol

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