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the-froschamethyst4 · 8 months

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It’s always Uncle Gaz

𖤐Pairing: Dad! Price x Mom! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, favoritism, language, jealousy

𖤐Summary: Price gets a little jealous when his kids favor Uncle Gaz over him about anything

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9:30AM

Y/n was woken up by her two kids Beau and Iris making a ruckus downstairs. She rubbed her tired eyes and saw John wasn’t in bed.

Maybe he’s handling it?

She removed the covers off her body she lazily got up out of bed still tired, as she walked she bumped into the doorframe with her shoulder earning a soft groan.

She yawned and saw her kids and husband at the kitchen.

“Daddy, Uncle Gaz makes better pancakes than you,” Iris said as she held up a burnt pancake.

“Honey, that was a test one,” he chuckled.

“No it wasn’t, you said you’ll give it to Beau!” Iris yells.

“HEY!!” Beau yells.

Y/n chuckled at her family getting her families attention.

“Mummy!” Iris yelled and ran to her mom hugging her legs but Y/n picked her up and kissed her temple.

“What are you making, daddy?” She teased in a mocking tone of voice and walked to her husband.

“Pancakes, fruit, toast and orange juice,” he says before kissing his wife ‘good morning’.

“Uncle Gaz makes homemade orange juice,” Iris said, Y/n set her on the ground and she wondered off.

“I should just…never invite Gaz over anymore.”

“Huh why?” Y/n asked as she fixed herself a cup of coffee.

“Because…” he looked to his children and grabbed his wife’s wrist.

He pulled her into the hallway that led to the kids bedroom. He rubbed his temple and looked down at her, she had a confused look on her face.

“John?”

“I’m tired of it.”

“Of what? John, you’re scaring me a little.”

“Gaz…every little thing, it’s always ‘Uncle Gaz this, Uncle Gaz that’,” he mocks his kids tones of voice.

“Price. They just love him like they love you, they just get excited when Gaz comes over. He always brings them gifts and cooks for them, so of course they’ll talk about him a lot. That doesn’t mean they love him more than you.”

“Feel like it does…they never say ‘daddy this, daddy that,’ it’s always ‘Uncle Gaz’.”

“Uncle Gaz, is just someone they also look up to…Iris just loves his cooking, Beau loves his gifts, they do love you, Price, I promise they do,” she stood on her tippy toes and kissed his lips.

After some time. Beau, Iris and Y/n all got ready to go to Simon’s house. Simon wanted to build a garden but didn’t know where to start, so he asked if Y/n could help him. She agreed and also agreed to bring the kids because they love helping in the garden.

“Kids, come on let’s go to Uncle Simon’s house.”

“Uncle Simon?” Beau said peaking over the couch.

“Yes, I have to help him with his garden, Beau do you want to come?”

“Yeah.”

“Mummy, I don’t want to go,” Iris said crossing her arms.

“Okay, come on Beau,” Y/n said. Beau chased after Y/n as Iris plopped on the couch taking the remote and turning the channel to her favorite cartoon.

“Iris…do you wanna go swimming?” Price asked.

“Can Uncle Gaz come?”

“No,” Price says, quickly but calmed himself down. “No, not today, baby, just us…okay?”

“Okay,” she got off the couch and ran off to go change into her swimsuit, the same with Price.

He grabbed black swimming trunks and grabbed sunscreen from the bathroom closet.

“Daddy, is my hat on right?” Iris came into the bathroom with a purple bucket hat, a Princess Aurora bathing suit on.

“Yep,” he fixed it just a tad before grabbing flip flops and they headed downstairs to the backyard.

Iris waited for Price to remove the pool cover. She bent down resting her hands on her knees as she watched a bee go from flower to flower.

“Iris,” he called. She stood up and ran to him, he picked her up. "Don't run near the pool, you'll get hurt, always walk."

"Yes, daddy," she smiles. She was placed on a beach chair and Price sprayed some sunscreen on her skin, he pours SPF 50 on his hands rubbing it in and rubbing it in her face.

"There, now arm floaties," he dunks the arm floaties in the water so they could slide on her arms a lot easier, and he pulls them all the way up almost under her armpits.

"Okay, come on," he claps his hands and picked up Iris. He slowly got in the pool, he felt Iris's arms wrap around his neck.

"It's so cold," her teeth chatters.

"I know, I know, but you'll get used to it," he said as he slowly sunk down in the pool and Iris pushed herself off his chest, she started to move around and played with some of her pool toys.

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"Uncle Simon, what are those?" Beau asked, pointing to a basket full of packet of seeds.

"Umm I bought, corn, sunflowers, tomatoes, bell peppers, banana peppers, eggplant, cucumbers, zucchini and..." He grabs the last packet. "Pumpkin."

"Why, pumpkin?" Y/n asked as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

"To make pumpkin pie, my aunt made a mad homemade pumpkin pie and I still have the recipe for it," Y/n just chuckled and shook her head.

"What? It's good," he said.

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Price leaned on the edge of the pool, his head back and arms on the sides of the pool. He opened his eyes and looked down at Iris, she was sitting on the side of the pool with her toys in her hands.

A Barbie doll, Ken doll and some small animal figures. She would use her regular voice for Barbie and try to drop her voice when she played with Ken.

Price smiled at his daughter and swam close to her. He Sat on the edge with her, and she immediately gave Ken to him.

"My throat hurts when I play with him," she coughed.

"Iris," she looked up at him with her big doe eyes.

"Yes, daddy?"

"Do you love me?"

"Yeah~? Why?"

"Well...you bring up Uncle Gaz a lot..."

"Because I love his cooking, his gifts and when he comes over and he'd play with Beau and me...sometimes you and mama can be busy and when he babysits us, we always have fun and I love Uncle Gaz."

"I see..." he said as Iris played with her Barbie's hair.

Price kissed her forehead and played with Iris.

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A few hours have passed, Price went into the house and grabbed some snacks for her and him, Iris sat on her beach chair, she was wrapped in a towel picking at her nailbeds.

She grabbed her water bottle and took some sips from the bottle. Price came out with two plates, he sat in the chair next to her, he helped her get her arm floaties off and watched her go after the watermelon he had set on the plate.

He watched when she took a bit some seeds landed on the sides of her cheeks. He chuckles and rubs his thumb over her cheeks and removes the seeds on her cheeks.

"WE'RE HOME!!" Y/n yelled from the house.

Iris looks at the house and saw her mom and older brother come back home from Uncle Simon's house.

"Mummy!" She yells and runs to her. Y/n picked her up and kissed her cheeks.

"Mmm~ How's my baby girl?" She asked, before kissing her temple.

"Good, daddy made us lunch," she pointed to her plate.

Price smiled at his wife and daughter, Y/n placed Iris back on the ground, she ran back to her food and Price stood up and walked to Y/n.

"So, how are we feeling about Uncle Gaz now?"

"I found out when we are busy, and Gaz comes over...he just spends so much time with them...and that's why she 'loves' him."

"Mmmm~" she hums and kissed his lips. "I'll get changed and come out and hang out with you guys."

"CANON BALL!!" Beau came running out of the house and jumping into the pool, he barely missed Iris when he jumped in.

"Guess, I'll be back," she said, smiling and going back into the house.

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Y/n held Iris in her arms as Price and Beau were having a Splash Competition. Iris giggled when she watched her dad and brother jump into the pool.

"Daddy had a big splash," Iris smiles.

"Nuh-uh, I did," Beau argued.

"Nope, daddy did," Iris said.

"MUM!" Both kids yelled.

"Beau," Y/n said with a giggle.

"YES!"

"Fine," Iris whined.

"You lied, didn't you?" Price asked as he moved closer to Y/n.

"I did...yours was big but I only lied to make Beau happy," she smiles.

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8:20PM

The kids got out of the bath and Iris was getting pajamas on ready for bed. She walked down the hall to her parents' bedroom; she pushed open the door and saw her mom put on an oversized t-shirt.

"Mummy, I'm ready..." she yawned.

"Alright, come on," she moved her daughter out of the bedroom, Price was getting out of the shower.

Iris fell on her bed and got under her covers. Beau came into his little sister's bedroom waiting for his turn to be tucked in.

She kissed Iris's forehead and turned off her bedroom light leaving on the little nightlight in the wall. She now moves Beau to his bedroom.

"Alright, Beau," she said as he got in his bed. "Good night."

"Night, mum," he said as she walked out of his bedroom, and she headed back to her shared bedroom.

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Price came out of the bathroom and saw Y/n on her stomach reading a book. Price smiled and crawled on top of her and kissed her neck and her between her shoulder blades.

"Price," she coos. His hands ran up the shirt she was wearing which was actually his shirts. His hands stayed on her waist.

"I love you."

"I love you too," she chuckled a little confused, he fell next to her and moved a piece of her hair from her face.

"Are you finally over why, Iris loves Gaz?"

"Oh yeah, I'm over it. I now know I am the favorite," he smiles all cocky.

"Yeah okay," she giggles and playfully pushed him away.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #price x reader #captain price #john price #captain john price #cod price

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feetinthewaves · 4 months

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Swimwear Season - Laura Freigang

Summary : You finally teach Laura how to surf (I don't actually know how to surf so this is not a reliable guide but i do love the sea and spend all my time in it !!"

Warning !! This is nothing like what i normally write !! I have never written anything like this before so feedback is encouraged and let me know if you wanna see more or if I should just quit while I'm ahead !!

The sound of Laura's alarm going off brought you out of your sleep, only to notice the blonde laying on top of you made no effort to move and turn her alarm off. After turning her alarm off for her, you decided that getting up and starting the day by yourself whilst she continued to sleep was probably your best option, the blonde had never been a fan of mornings.

"y/n/n" She grumbled, obviously disagreeing with your plans as she felt you wriggle out from underneath her, "Schatz, please just 5 more minutes"

Giggling you continue to get up, leaving the room. The small cottage you were staying in was gorgeous, like Laura you thought. Turing on the stove, you began to cook you and Laura porridge, the same meal you had eaten for breakfast every morning before a day in the sea, ever since you were a kid. Laura knew of your love for the sea and joined you on trips to visit it every chance she got. And thats why today, to repay here, you were finally gonna teach her how to surf. Laura had been nagging you since before you had even gotten together to teach her, you had just never found the time. But today was going to be different.

Oats of the porridge finally softened, you began putting it in the respective bowls. With bananas, strawberries, 2 squares of chocolate, and a sprinkle of sugar, (same as when you were a kid).

Just as you placed the bowls on the table the blonde finally emerged from the small room in just one of your t-shirts on her that was far too long. Side by side you sat, thighs touching under the table, laughing about your day, until you'd both eaten as much as you could of the porridge, placing the bowls in the sink filled with water, letting them soak.

"y/n? What are you doing?" she asked as she noticed you packing her wetsuit as well, Laura normally opting to sit on the shore capturing your antics in the sea with whatever camera she was sporting around her neck.

"packing your wetsuit?" You answered like it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"Well yes i can see that sonnenschein but why?"

"Because we're going surfing?" You watched as her face dropped with disbelief.

"Really? Are you actually gonna teach me? Because normally you just say you are and then you never do, we never actually make it to the beach normally-"

"Schatz. I'm going to teach you this time I promise." You watched as her face lit up, before she buried it in your neck as she held you tight.

"Thank you liebling" She mumbles into your hair, feeling your chest rise up and down with laughter.

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By the time you actually made it to the beach it was about 11am, so the little cafe on the beach was finally open, Laura buying both you and her an iced coffee claiming that you were gonna need it for the energy. Laura didn't own a board and you really didn't want to rent one cause of how expensive it would be, opting to let her borrow yours, explaining to her that it would be fine due to her only being one inch shorter than you. Luckily there was only one other surfer in the water, so you only briefly explained to the blonde the etiquette of surfers owning waves and riding them one at a time. The german slowly became eager to get into the water rushing your explanations of what to do. Meaning that as you both began to walk towards the water, you forgot to mention one slight thing.

The coldness of the English sea.

You watched as the blonde squealed as it hit her feet, you choosing to just run and dive under, popping right back up claiming to the german forward that it wasn't as cold when she fully dunked herself. Even after refusing to dunk herself due to the cold, Laura soon found herself under the water after being wiped out by a wave, you just diving under it. By the time she stands back up you're loosing it, doubling over with laughter at the fact her hair was all messed up.

3 hours had passed by the time Laura had managed to pull herself into a standing position while riding a wave, falling straight off afterwards and claiming she wanted to go back to the cottage. after helping her strip off her wetsuit and wrapping her up in a towel and leaving her to sit in the passenger seat, you stripped off your own wetsuit, got changed and got in the drivers side. Smiling at the blonde before starting the car and beginning the drive back. Not before she whispers a small "thank you", placing her hand on your thigh as you drive. Happy to of gotten to share one of the things you love most with her.

#woso #woso fanfics #laura freigang #laura freigang x reader #woso fluff #this is horrendous #woso one shot #woso imagines

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your-averagewriter · 8 months

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Bad day.

Summary: After a bad day, Spencer makes (y/n)'s day better with some tea, blankets and cuddles! (Requested by @azamatic!)

Word count: 0.7K

Warnings: Swearing.

Dragging myself home, I reach for my keys to unlock the door and drop them with a groan before tiredly picking up. Grabbing the keys I fiddle with them looking for the right one before trying the wrong one and sighing before finally getting the right key and unlocking the door.

I walk in, kicking off my shoes and dropping my bags on the table as I walk into the house with tired eyes.

“Babe?” I hear coming from down the corridor.

“Spence? You’re home?” I ask, a little confused.

“I got done at the studio early so I thought I’d surprise you.” He says walking in with a smile, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist.

“It’s a nice surprise.” I mumble, resting my head on his shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, pressing a soft kiss to the side of my head.

“I’ve just had a long day.” I sigh, lifting my head back up to face him, a soft smile emerging on my face. “You being home early is making it better though.”

He chuckles before speaking again. “Come sit down.” He says, reaching for my hand and leading me into the lounge, both of us sitting down on the sofa, he wraps his arm around me.

He reaches for one of the blankets at the end of the sofa and pulls it over my body to combat the cold edge of the day.

“I’ll make us some tea.” He mumbles after pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. Pulling the blanket over my body, I lean back, further into the sofa.

He walks off to the kitchen, making us two cups of tea in a few minutes, bringing them back with a couple of chocolate biscuits.

“Where’d you get those from?” I ask, perking up at the sight of my favourite biscuits.

“I’ve been saving them for a time like this.” He grins, bringing the tray over and placing it on the table in front of us.

Opening the blanket, unwrapping it slightly from my body, I allow him to come under the blanket. He places the tray down before sitting next to me with the blanket. He pulls it around himself as I lean against his body, resting my head on his shoulder as he wraps one of his arms around me. Snuggling closer to his body I enjoy the warmth that both him and the blanket offers me with the harsh, cold weather outside.

“What happened to make today a bad day?” I ask softly, resting his head on my head.

“Everything.” I groan. “Someone spilled my coffee and then my computer wouldn’t work and I had to talk to the IT guy and he couldn’t fix it so I’ve been writing shit down all day and then I came home and dropped my keys and then couldn’t find the right key and nearly tripped over when I was unlocking the door.” I sigh, rambling all my complaints about my day to Spencer as he holds me close to him.

“Sounds shit, baby.” His voice is muffled when he presses a kiss to my hair.

“How was your day?” I ask, reaching for my tea and sipping on it before reaching for one of the biscuits and dunking it in my tea with a satisfied smile. “How was the studio?”

“It was good, we got a lot of work done and we were sent home early after finishing up.”

“Did you finish a song?” I ask, sipping on my tea.

“Nearly, we’re working on a lot of songs at the same time.” He chuckles quietly. “But we’re getting closer.” He smiles.

“Can I listen?” I ask, looking up at him with a small smile.

“If you wanna come down to the studio one day I could show you some of the tracks, the nearly finished ones.”

“That sounds nice, I have a day off next week.” I smile. “I’ll come with you, watch your studio session, see how everyone’s doing.”

He smiles in return. “You might be a little distracting.” He teases. “But I don’t mind, maybe it’ll be motivating having you there.”

“I’m sure you can handle it. I won’t get in your way, I promise. I’ll just find somewhere to sit and watch.” I smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips.

“We can get lunch somewhere nice. You know, that place you’ve been wanting to go to?”

My eyes light up a little. “Yeah! That would be amazing. I love you, Spencer.” I smile, wrapping my arms around him tighter.

“I love you too.” He chuckles softly, smiling down at me.

AN: Written for @azamatic as an exchange, sorry it took a while! I hope you enjoyed reading!

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penvisions · 10 months

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the melting point {chapter 8}

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Baker! Reader (ex EMT! Reader)

Summary: Everything is overwhelming as the farmer’s market draws closer.

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuuuuuut, description of injuries, blood, ptsd, triggers

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Take out boxes littered the coffee table, everyone settled around it on the couch and chairs surrounding it in a display of easy comfortability. Will had gone out to get dinner for everyone from the Chinese place a few blocks down the street and had brought back a few different six packs of local brews from the brewery that was at the end of the same block. Softer music wafted through the speakers at a reasonable volume that still allowed for conversation. You were sitting on the arm of the couch, aware that the timer on the oven was about to go off and signal that the brownies were done.

You had made a different batch for each of the ovens: traditional fudge brownies, blondie with chocolate chips, cream cheese, and a new recipe that had come to you in a weirdly vivid dream about an old roommate. It was a blondie base with a banana pudding layer crumbled with vanilla shortbread on top and a rosette of whipped cream. You were excited to try one and see how it played out. You used your chopsticks to retrieve another dumpling from the box of them on the table, dunking it in the ponzu sauce that you loved so much. You used your hand underneath it to prevent any of the sauce from dripping to the floor, aware of a set of eyes watching you.

Chewing as primly as you could with a whole dumpling in your mouth, you moved your chopsticks to reach into another box that was littered on the table. You deftly brought another dumpling to the table but this one was from a box that had little flame stickers on it. You placed it on your plate and reached for the hot sauce as you swallowed your bite.

“Might wanna try it first, mante. Those are kinda hot.”

“Kinda hot or melt my face off hot?”

“Maybe somewhere in between.” Will said as he watched you take a swig from your can of plum saison, you had asked for it specifically when he mentioned beer. He hadn’t been able to deny you even if it had been another block down the street. “Benny here is the reigning champ of spicy food, oddly enough.”

“A white boy the reigning champ with three perfectly good Hispanics present?” You huffed as you cast mock judging glares over Pope and Frankie who were on the couch cushions beside you. You popped the now hot sauce topped dumpling in your mouth with a cheeky grin. “How shameful.”

“I like actual flavor with my food, thank you very much. Sometimes heat is there just for the sake of heat and it’s not good for anything else. Food should be elevated by different flavors, not drowned by them.” Pope had a hand delicately placed on his broad chest as he looked up at you through his lashes with a coquettish air. Frankie coughed around the mouthful of food he was chewing, both at your teasing and at his friend’s weird face. He glanced up at you, taking in the way your legs were straddling the arm of the couch. Your thighs having flattened out against the fabric in a way that begged his hands to press into the softness them. Your jeans were high waisted, sitting allowing for your backside to be hugged by the fabric, creating a very nice view if he were to lean back into the couch or cast his eyes over just a smidge. Your little shimmy had jostled the cushion he was on and he pulled his own plate a little more over his lap as he felt his length jerk halfheartedly.

You hummed as the heat of the dumpling warmed your mouth, the hot sauce doing a good job of elevating the flavor of the spicy beef and pepper mix within the steamed dough, “Oooh, that’s yummy.”

You shimmied your shoulders as you reached for another one, only for a pair of chopsticks to stop your own. You looked up to see Benny giving you a challenging stare. You snapped your chopsticks at his, easily prying them from his hand and tossing them into the container. Scooping up another dumpling you brought it to your mouth with a playful smirk. “But sorry, I think I’ll have to prove I can hold my heat better than you.”

“Wing night, you’re on.”

“What’s the wager?”

“You be the standby medic for my fight night events.”

“And when I win….?”

For someone who got flustered so easily, you pulled off the confident air so well when you tried. With a cheeky smile and a playful wink, you moved as the timer on your phone flashed. The beeping of the oven timer sounded as well and had you up and disappearing behind the kitchen door in seconds.

It was around 11 when the guys began to peel off, Benny first due to some sessions first thing in the morning with a bear hug and two cupcakes in a box. Will followed soon after, a breakfast date with a new girl he was adorably giddy about with a kiss on the forehead and a tart he was hoping to surprise her with. Pope concentrating so hard his tongue peeked out from between his lips as he piped rosettes on top of the chocolate cupcakes with a rich chocolate buttercream. Frankie was beside him, the man’s thick fingers kneading and cutting a giant batch of dough into small, measured boules.

You were up front placing cooled cookies and already finished cupcakes into the case, adjusting the placement of things to make it look nice. You had a half empty can of beer in your hand as you did so, but you set it down as a sigh fell from your lips. Your tags were a little dirty, the one thing you hadn’t made time for. You gathered them all up, the little weighted holders clinking against the counter where you set them by the register.

“Manté! I finished the chocolate, all that’s left is the bread. But you said that had to proof overnight, no?” Pope came through the kitchen door, a smile on his face as he watched you for a moment. You looked so worried, though he knew you’d do great tomorrow. “I’m gonna head out, you’re going to do amazing tomorrow.”

He rounded the corner and swept you into a tight hug, squeezing him to you to place a kiss on your cheek. You returned the embrace, nerves ebbing at the contact.

“Thank you so much, Santi. You all were such a big help, I feel like I might’ve taken too big a bite with all this.”

“Nonsense, being busy is good. It means you’re doing something right. I’ll ask around the office and see if anyone’s kid need a summer job, alright? Until then, I don’t mind helping out some.” He let you go and gathered the bag of takeout boxes before heading out the door. You followed after him and waved as he got into his truck. You watched him drive off before locking the door and turning around to guide a speed rack in front of you and pull one behind you back into the kitchen. You rolled them into the walk in, the backups that didn’t fit in the case needing to be cooled until you needed them.

Frankie was finishing up wiping the counters down with a rag and a spray bottle of sanitizer. The bread he had been portioning out on it’s own speed rack, plastic cling wrap secured over each tray. He smiled at you as you walked up to him and got in his space. Your hands came to rest on his shoulders, his going to the flare of your hips. You leaned up and gently pressed your lips to his.

“Let’s go to bed.” You whispered, lips brushing his as you spoke. You felt his grip tighten before he pressed his lips fully back to yours in a passionate display. You snuck your hands underneath the hem of his shirt and brought them up to rest on his warm chest, the minimal hair there soft on your palms.

God, his fingers. Your entire body was alight with pleasure, the man above you taking his time in exploring the entirety of your skin. He was all soft touches and light pressure, reveling in the give of you beneath him. He brushed his nose over your cheek, trailing it down your neck before placing a nip to you collarbone, soothing it with his tongue to pull a breathy moan from your lips. You felt fingers skim over your stomach before they were slipping into your folds, the pads of them finding your clit with ease. Your breath hitched before a whimper squeezed its way from your throat. It was a gentle pressure, slow circles drawn into your skin that had pleasure cascading all across your skin.

“You make the best sounds, sweet girl.” You could feel the hot line of him as he rutted against your thigh, and your brain short circuited as you felt the tip of dig into your skin. Your hips bucked when he added more pressure from his fingers, a gasp sounding in the air. His fingers were replaced by the pad of his thumb as he adjusted his hand to fill you up with two thick fingers. “Gotta make sure you’re nice and slick before I bury my cock deep into you. Isn’t that right, querida?”

Your hands gripped him tight, holding onto his arms, nails digging lightly into his golden skin. He leaned down and took a pebbled nipple into his mouth and pulled. His tongue was hot as he laved attention on it, color blossoming around it in a pretty pink.

“F-fuck.” He crooked his fingers with a grin, taking the way your back arched and began to stroke that soft spot deep inside. You fluttered around him, pleasure building in a tight coil in your middle.

“That’s right, that’s what I’m trying to do. I’m gonna fuck you until you don’t even know your own name, sweet girl. Just gonna be so overwhelmed with this big cock filling you up, taking everything I give you, you’re gonna take it so well for me, aren’t you? You’re going to be such a good girl for me.”

Despite his heady words, his motions were sensual and slow. His fingers were caressing you softly, his thumb gently pressing that little bundle of nerves. He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as the other, slowly bringing color to your skin.

“Look at me, sweet girl. Come on, let me see those pretty eyes.” His voice was so deliciously commanding, the husky tone making a jolt of warmth spike in your chest. Your lashes fluttered as you tried to keep your eyes open, body overwhelmed by the way he was working you and the filthy promises he was speaking into your skin. You gazed through the dim light cascading in from the balcony, the sheer white curtains not doing much to keep the moonlight out.

His face was so beautiful bathed in half shadows. His strong nose and scruff sparking warmth in your chest. His tongue flicked across his bottom lip as you looked up at him with hooded eyes, the pleasure pulsing through you making your face soft and open. He groaned at the sight, your copper hair fanned around you in the near darkness, the ink on your skin looking tantalizing on the pale sheets around you. Your eyes were blown wide and he saw heat flare in them as he began to pump his fingers rather than just caress. He swooped down and captured your lips in a kiss.

“Come, sweet girl, give it to me. I know you can.” He felt you clench around him the second the words left his tongue, he rewarded you with a kiss to the temple. He worked you through the waves of pleasure rolling over your body, only removing his hand when a soft whine sounded in the air at your overstimulation. He felt his cock twitch against you, begging for attention in much the same way. He brought his slick covered fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean. You both groaned, him at the taste and you at the sight.

You whispered his name as you reached out to grasp him gently, your soft hand pumped him a few times before you shimmied and made yourself comfortable underneath him. He leaned down, knees between your open legs and kissed you deeply, making you taste yourself on his tongue. He lined himself up at your entrance, head catching your clit lightly as he slid between your folds once, twice, three times.

“Ready, sweet girl?”

“Frankie please,” He could feel your entrance flutter, clenching around nothing before he lined up again and slowly buried himself into you.

“Yes, sweet girl. Look at that, you’re taking me so well. So hot and tight, made just for me, aren’t you?”

He bottomed out, thighs flush with your hips, twitching inside you at the overwhelming feeling of you around him. Your arms were around his shoulders, face coming up to kiss him before you whispered praises against his lips as he began to move. He gripped your hips and thrusted into you in slow, deep drags that had you both moaning loudly.

You woke Frankie up with your mouth, trailing kisses down from his peaceful face to his chest, to his hips, biting into the flesh there before taking him in your mouth. He returned the favor before you both showered, getting ready for the day together in your space. With lingering kisses at the back door of the building, you pushed something into his hand. He looked down at the mechanism in confusion. Hooked on the clip for it to fasten to something was a single key ring with two keys on it.

“For you.” Was all you said as you smiled shyly at him.

“Querida, are you sure?” He shuffled on his feet, warmth flooding him at the thought of having such blatant permission to your space. Guilt flashed in him, overwhelming, something ugly and familiar that he tried to ignore. He hadn’t even invited you over to his space, hadn’t made enough effort to let you know how much you meant to him, hadn’t done enough to show you he was serious about this. All the instances he’s shared with you were in your own space or were in group settings with the guys. He looked down at his scuffed boots, a feeling of inadequacy rearing its head. “I haven’t even taken you out yet. Haven’t done much of anything for you.”

“We’re both busy adults, but this is something I wanted to do. I feel safe giving these things to you.” A kiss was placed on his cheek. “Frankie, I’ll take what you’re willing to give.”

“Summer camp in next week, I’ll clean up the house. We’ll spend the night at mine after I take you out to an amazing dinner. I swear it, sweet girl. I’ll give you everything, it’s just going to take time.” Your smile was enough to power him through the rest of the weekend as he began to make plans. “Good luck, today. You’re going to do amazing.”

You were so focused on the burning in your lungs, the feel of air being pulled in your nose and out through your chapped lips. Sweat bulleted and trickled down your temples, down the small of your back, the hot dampness of it as it collected on the fabric of your workout tank top, the band of the built in bra digging slightly into your skin. the slight resistance in the bend of your knees as you picked them up to step again and again…

Flashes of panicked faces and the sound of a gun going off far too many times had you clenching your eyes. The feeling of your hands covered in warm blood as you struggled to stop the bleeding on an open wound had your fingers trembling as you focused on keeping your body moving in the present. The feeling of hot metal imbedded in your skin and the spike of adrenaline that accompanied it made your next step falter. You caught yourself by throwing a hand out to reach for the safety hand at the front of the treadmill. You quickly recovered and pushed on, trying to run away from the memories.

The sound of the front door of the gym slamming buckled your knees and you went down. You tried to punch the stop button and then pull the emergency stop lever but you couldn’t focus through blurry eyes, your vision having grayed out at the sound. You felt the skin of your knee and thigh skid along the still moving tread as your body crumpled, swept down the length of the machine and then thumped to floor in a heap. Pain was radiating from your knee, sharp and staticky.

“Shit, are you okay?” Benny was quickly running over from the front desk. He ignored the still running machine to lean down beside you, his hands hovering as if he wanted to touch you but was cautious to do so. “The wind caught the door before I could, I didn’t mean for it to slam.”

You reached out for his hands and he took it as a sign to help you sit up, your injured leg stretched out while the other was folded underneath you. You were shaking slightly, but you weren’t sure if it was from the adrenaline or the pain. Your leg felt like it was on fire, the burn of the tread having done some serious damage. The entire side of your right knee and midthigh was scraped raw, the skin a translucent white before the blood began to pill and drip down your shin.

“Fuck, that stings.” You huffed, not willing to touch it until you’ve washed your hands.

“Should I take you to the urgent care? I know you’ve got experience but that looks pretty bad.”

“I think it’ll be okay, give me sec.” You gripped his forearms with your hands and started to stretch out the injured leg. The pop and subsequent rush of pain in your knee had you crying out and your nails dug into Benny’s arms. “Shit okay, my knee is messed up. Emergency room.”

“Fuck, okay.” You looked up in time to see Benny’s expression go from slightly panicked to focused. He pushed the long sleeves of his shirt up and instructed he was going to lift you. Your arms went around his shoulders as he rested a hand underneath the bottoms of your thighs and your back, bridal style to avoid anything touching your injured leg.

“Hey, Maria?” He called as he hoisted you up. His front desk attendant popped up and around the wall that separated the entrance to the actual workout part of the gym. “Can we please get a call into the cleaning crew for bodily fluid and cancel my remaining training sessions for the day?”

Just as she was nodding and reaching for the phone, the front door swung open and two figures walked in. Will and the father that frequented your bakery signed in at the front desk and as soon as they rounded that wall their easy laughter and conversation halted. He said something to his companion before he was at your side in a few long strides.

“Urgent care or emergency room? What number locker did you put your stuff in? Has anybody called Taylor and the guys?” He was as focused as Benny, the two of them moving in synch as they crossed the expanse of the room together, Will having rushed over at the sight of you in his brother’s arms and the blood running down your leg to drip on the floor.

“Emergency room, knee popped when I tried to stretch it to access the damage. It’s pretty much got no feeling and the skid is hurting a little too much for comfort, I’m worried about the muscle.”

“What happened?” Will placed a calming hand on your chest, his fingers brushing the pulse point in your neck to double check you were really okay. Once he realized your heartbeat was still even and your pulse was a tad fast but still healthy, he moved both his hands to cradle your face and looked into your eyes for any signs of a head injury. When your eyes followed his own without issue and your pupils didn’t dilate, he let out a small sigh of relief.

“Wind caught the door behind me and it slammed. My hands were full so I couldn’t catch it.” He didn’t need to say it aloud, but they both knew it had spooked you and broken your concentration while running.

“Okay, again, locker number?” You rattled it off and told him about how you had left the gate unopened for your building because you were expecting a delivery. “Okay, Benny get her loaded up and I’ll bring her bag to the truck. We’ll pull Pope from the office and have him handle the delivery. Fish can meet us at the hospital if you want?”

“No, no.” You shook your head in his hands, panic fleeting over your features as it flared in your chest. “I don’t want to bother him, he mentioned a restoration for this week. He needs to focus on his work.”

“He’d want to know you’re hurt, mantequilla.” Benny spoke as he moved toward the door, Maria holding it open for him to move through as she talked calmingly on the phone with the cleaning crew. Will had moved toward the back of the building, calling out to ensure no one was in the women’s locker room before he entered to retrieve your bag. “He deserved to know before you show up limping somewhere and he finds out that way.”

“I would tell him!” You gushed; worried Benny really thought you wouldn’t. “I just want to wait until we have a time frame if he wants to stop by, he’s got a late shift today and I know his mother already said she won’t be able to watch Lex more than a few hours.”

“I’ll call him while you’re being triaged, okay?” He agreed to wait at least, so that was good. You really didn’t want him to get too worried and peal out of work early. He had a full day and you didn’t want to add to it. You had both discussed being busy this week. Him prepping for his daughter to be away from home longer than a day or two for the first time in their lives. He was nervous but she was so excited for summer camp. He was such a good day, trying to spend as much time with her as possible before her trip.

“Let him care about you, it’s obvious to us that he does. He’s a good friend to have in your corner.” He pinned you with a look you couldn’t quite meet head on. He wasn’t blind, he could see the way Frankie straightened up whenever you arrived at the bar, the way his eyes had kept roving over to you when they had helped you prep for the farmers market just a few days ago. He could also tell your words were a little too fast when he was around, as if you were nervous and couldn’t contain yourself. Wanting to converse with him as much as possible in each interaction. You bit your lip as you contemplated coming clean and then did.

You felt yourself blush as Benny placed you gently in the passenger seat of his truck. Making sure your leg wasn’t cramped or too stretched out to avoid injuring you further. He secured the seatbelt over you and made sure your legs were comfortable before he moved to close the door carefully and round the vehicle. Will jogged over to open your door once again and situated your workout bag by your feet, careful not to jar you at all. He had his phone in one hand, pulled up to his ear as he talked.

“She’s okay, isn’t that right, mantequilla?” His tall figure leaned against the door frame, shifting his phone to hold it in front of him and hit the speaker button. Pope’s even voice was firing question after question but stopped when you said his name to get his attention.

“Santi, cariño, I’m okay. Please listen to me, esto es muy importante. The delivery driver is always the same for my stop, he knows the code but since it’s a larger order than normal and I’m not there to immediately break it down, he’s going to have to put the pallets in the walk in. There should be enough room for them both, with the heat the pallets have to go in the walk in.”

“Si, si, entiendo, mantequilla. Please be safe getting to the emergency room and have Benny text me every update. I’m leaving the office now. Do you want me to feed the little ones?”

“They’d like that, please.”

“Frankie needs to be called, but I think you should be the one to do it.”

“Benny is going to as soon as I’m in triage.”

“When he leaves work early, tell him to come help me break down the pallets after he leaves the hospital, comprende?”

“Will do, Pope.” Benny chirped as he turned the keys in the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

“I’ll close up the gym if you don’t manage to get back in time, just focus on getting our girl sorted out, yeah?” He carefully closed the door, so as to not jostle you and waved you off. Glancing around to look through the cab window, you watched him cross the parking lot. Your regular patron and apparently Will’s friend was waiting by the front door as the man approached it.

Benny pulled the truck into the drive up of the hospital, turning on his flashers and jumped out of his seat. He came around and scooped you back into his arms to take you in, not bothering with retrieving a wheelchair since he knew you’d be assigned one for your visit anyway. He approached the front desk and contemplated speaking before you held up your ID and summarized your injuries in less than fifteen words to the two nurses who were seated there.

“Gotcha, okay. Go ahead and settle over there and we’ll get your triage started and a room ready to run some tests and clean you up.” Benny moved about the waiting room with a slightly nervous air, he didn’t want to leave you for the time it would take to park his truck. But he was also nervous calling Frankie, the man was a good friend but he wore his stress on his sleeve sometimes. The restoration he had this week had been a topic of frustrated enthusiasm on Friday.

“I’ll call Fish while I park, I’ll be back ten minutes tops, okay?”

“Thank you, Benny, I really appreciate you.” You reached up to cup his cheek and bring it down to your level. You placed a chaste kiss to the apple of his cheek before busying yourself with your phone.

With a chuckle, he pulled his own out and scrolled down his contact list. It rang three times before Frankie’s voice greeted him.

“Benny, not that I don’t care about ya, but now’s not a good time.”

“Frankie.” Benny paused as he checked his rearview and side mirrors before pulling away from the curb right in front of the hospital entrance. He hoped the use of his friends name and not nickname would let him know this was serious. “She’s okay, but mantequilla is being triaged right now. She took a tumble at the gym.”

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I think the funniest thing about Hawk being Like That is that Alan Alda has writers credits on the show. This man voluntarily made his character the most touch starved needy desperate person on the planet and that's so fucking insane of him. But also Mr Alda I would like to give you a little hug and a kiss for giving him to us because I love him with my whole heart. And don't even get me started on the fact that Hawkeye yelled to a general "I want to have your baby!" In literally the first season. Like Hawkeye my love not everyone needs to know you want to be pregnant 😂 And truly he deserves to be absolutely smothered with cuddles, everyone loves him and he loves everyone and I think it could help fix him.

Listen my Trap brain is always on, he's my man, I am thinking about him quite literally daily. And now that you reminded me of the priest line I'm gonna think of that too! Like Trapper my love what happened in your past? Did your parents give you that many names in hopes you'd be a priest? Did you pick one yourself for confirmation? Why did you keep all of the names despite seemingly abandoning the religion? I am peering at him like a bug under a microscope and there's nothing he can do about it.

That little coffee through line with Margret is so cute! Even though I'm sure it was unintentional on the show's part I definitely couldn't help but think of it and flash back to The Nurses in both the scenes in Temporary Duty and CAVE. Margaret and cups of coffee representing her character growth is honestly so sweet and I love it. Also ooohhhh self proclaimed Military Brat Margaret Houlihan realizing that the Army Way isn't the only way or even the best way, and the things that would DO to her. The realization that what she's learned her whole life isn't necessarily good, and having to contend with what that means for her and her career and her personality. And also having to face her father after that, because we see in Are You Now, Margaret? that she cares very much about disappointing him and even affecting his career. Would such a realization maybe help her become more of her own person that isn't living only to make her father proud and keep up the Houlihan name? Or is her desire to be a point of pride for her family more important to her than her personal development? Truly she's so fascinating to me. And it's definitely an interesting parallel with Mulcahy, both of them having something so deeply ingrained in them that it h u r t s when it's finally inevitably broken out.

Everyone in this show suffered enough in the narrative for several lifetimes but damn if I don't wanna give them a little bit more hardship to really crack them open and wrap up their character development in the way they deserve. I'll definitely give them softness and love but first they need a little bit of pain I think 😂

(Also I am officially onto season 8! I finished Goodbye Radar last night and was a Wreck. Man I love this show)

Okay hi again anon, sorry for making this sit while thinking too hard about Hawk and Beje and Trap things.

I swear that Alan did more to break and attempt to breed Hawk than any of us fanfic authors have ever done. I am not entirely convinced that this man didn't start getting the bends once he couldn't whump Hawk anymore and instead pivoted to writing fanfics for the old distant zines that popped up in the '80s. He probably has multiple AO3 accounts right now just churning out agonizing pain. Alan we know what you are.

I do hate that we got so little development for Trap compared to Beej but it's also delightful because it means all of us get to sit here and rotate him on a merry-go-round that goes faster and faster and never stops. Anything is possible. He's so INTERESTING!!! He's like half a guy! No matter what anyone says, they could probably make it work! And that means I am in fact slam dunking the religious trauma into him at breakneck speeds. Sorry, bud (lie).

I'm so glad you mentioned Are You Now Margaret because that's one of those underrated episodes that always has its teeth so deep in me. We learn so much about her so fast. Her big friend group!! She had so many people who loved her and who she loves enough that she refuses to endanger them even though she hasn't spoken to make in years!! The fact that she will give her father that kind of deference even though we all know in our bones that he doesn't deserve it! God, Margaret.

I love people like you who run in with a wrecking ball just absolute decimating all these characters that we know and love so that I can come in after in my little clown car with hot chocolate and blankets. I am a simple author. I know what my duty is here. And it's getting everybody laid by everybody else but ALSO giving them extreme amounts of aftercare and pillow nests ;v; We all share such a vital role in this ecosystem.

#and my role is to be very simple and i know this #my ramblings #long post

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a-smol-cosplayer · 1 year

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I talk a lot about my Tyler and enid being besties agenda and I made a short post about it awhile ago but I wanna flesh it out more bc I love them and this is my account so no one can stop me mwahaha.

Anyways Idk how it would actually work but either wyler, or wenclair with him coming back with a redemption arch or poly Wednesday with both Tyler and enid as significant others and them as queer platonic. Or all three. idm how it happens im just here for it.

Hcs

He lets enid paint his nails. Sometimes its all different colours to match hers (and she talks billions of instagram photos of them) sometimes with itty bitty little designs but usually some sort of light blue colour. He gets complemented by the old ladies that come in to the weathervane when he hands them their coffee and he secretly loves to show off his nails. (Once when going to the raven she painted them black to match wednesday) ((she secretly liked that they where matching))

This man hears all the gossip from his job. Being a barista at the only coffee shop in town?? Dude gets all the tea. So basically him and enid (and thing) will have gossip sessions where he tells her all the things he has overheard whilst working. (Enids readers and shocked at the jump in range and accuracy of gossip that goes up on her blog)

Tyler goes to her for fashion advice all the time. He lets her dress him up for special events like the harvest festival ect and will always go shopping with her just to hold all her clothes. (When asked the difference between two slightly differing shades of pink jumper he just blindly closes his eyes and picks one) (Enid realises and once picked up two of the same item and forced him to choose which was better - both she and Thing found his panic as he desperately tried to figure out the difference hilarious)

They bond over how much wednesday manages to get them in sticky situations. ((Like in the gates mansion where they shared ‘tf?!?’ Looks the whole time)) Tyler once remarked that mysteries literally seem to follow them wherever they go as all three of them climbed through some sewerage tunnel looking for clues, wednesday was no impressed. They spend hours in a day talking about the weirdest things they love about her ‘once she let me braid her hair after she got out the shower - I have never felt love till now’ ‘oh really well she let me pick her WHOLE OUTFIT for the harvest festival and then let me post the pictures of us in matching fits. Im pretty sure she loves me more’

Tyler has tailored some specific sweet drink for enid that he makes every time she walks in the door with her friends. Its piled high with whip cream and marshmallows and he calls it the ‘enid special’. No one else is allowed to order it. (Wednesday once accidentally took a sip whilst she wasn’t paying attention and threatend to cut her tounge out of her mouth because of how sweet it was.) Enid loves it and its on her story all the time with Tylers @ down at the bottom

Speaking of social media enid freaked when she saw tylers bare instrgram page. They spent all evening redoing it. He has three posts, the first one was an old photo of him and his mum he posted on her birthday, one is of him and enid with their matching nails and him and Eugene out at the hives with the caption ‘first week at nevermore going better than expected’ and the third one is a photo of him and wednesday enid took whilst waiting in line for the dunk tank captioned ‘the only murder this year was the way wednesday killed it at the carnival’ - the second photo on that post is him and enid with the pile of stuffed animals that wednesday has won for them bc she knows they both love them. He has one highlight thats just a ☕️ and its all his attempts and late art and baking goods for the weathervane.

Once helped enid dye her two toned hair and ended up with blue tips in his own hair for a few months bc he couldn’t say no to her. Thing ruthless made fun of him for it and His only response was the fact that Thing had never said no to enid either so maybe they where both as pathetic as each other. He actually ended up really liking it and keeping it in for a while (wednesday liked it too, to the surprise of both Tyler and enid but she swore she would shave their hair off in their sleep if they told anyone. ((They never did)))

Enid helps keep the crazy in. Him and wednesday escalate each others fires which is good when needed but sometimes he wants to feel normal - like he did before Thornhill manipulated and groomed him into being a ruthless monster with blood on his hands. And so when the flashbacks and nightmares get too bad enid will sometimes find him curled up at the end of her bed half covered in plushies. When he gets ansty she will pull him along to show him the newest draft of her blog or drag him into helping prepare Ophelia Hall for the next poe cup (she has sworn him to secrecy but he wasn’t planning on participating anyways, not being super big into the whole school spirit thing) until his hands stop shaking and his eyes loose the haunted look

Once he has learned how to control hyde him and enid in her wolf form will go running and playing on full moon. The hyde is still slightly weary of wolf!enid which both enid and Tyler take slight enjoyment in. one time whilst they where out wednesday started playing her cello on the balcony and hyde!Tyler got so distracted that he ran straight into a tree. Enid and Wednesday never let him live it down. They chase rabbits and make a competition of who can catch the most and instead of waking up cold and alone after transforming back Tyler wakes up warm and covered with a soft blanket on the floor of the girls dorms (he sleeps mostly in enids stuffed toy mountain after full moons and has scared Yoko, Ajax, Xavier and Kent many times when they come into the room) ((its also a convenient place to hide him when the new dorm monitor comes around to tell them to turn their lights off))

They would definitely brainstorm dates together. Whoever u ship (wyler or wenclair) doesn’t matter. For wyler enid would help him set up another creepyish highly wednesday focused date with the sole bribe of him telling her all about it later. for wenclair he would help her plan dates that wednesday would like and recommend places in Jericho to go bc he has lived there his whole life. Either way they do have a whole whiteboard that is full of date ideas (his whiteboard marker is blue and hers is pink - Thing gets green) wednesday fully knows they collaborate but bc it doesn’t end up on enid blog and she’s soft for them she lets it slide.

They also hang out on enids side of the room when wednesday is writing. Sometimes they get banished to the balcony for laughing to hard but its totally worth it.

Enid makes Tyler get high things for her as well as carry heavy things. She also rides on his shoulders/back everywhere. Yells “CHARGEEEE” and everything just like a toddler. Wednesday has a photo of them like this and has it as the background of her Home Screen but no one knows

Speaking of phones, Wednesdays Lock Screen is a stupid photo that Tyler and enid took and set as as a joke. U know one of those ones where its taken from below and both their heads are swished into the frame peering up at u? She refuses to change it claiming ‘she doesn’t know how too and will not let any of you imbeciles touch my phone’ but they both know she secretly likes it - wednesday would never let ‘not knowing how to do something’ stop her from removing it if she really wanted to

Enid put eyeliner on Tyler once and he loved it. He lets her do it all the time now - not overtly crazy she just tight lines his eyes and smokes out his bottom lash line. He has never felt more pretty before - and he got loads of compliments at work. When wednesday first saw it she just stopped and stared for 20 seconds before glaring at him marching out onto the balcony so he counts it as a win.

Tyler gets along with morticia and enid gets along with Gomez really well. Obviously Wednesdays parents love both of them and immediately took them in but you can find Tyler and morticia talking about the latest book they have read over tea and gomez loves showing enid all of his striped suits, as well as teaching her how to fight with just her claws. Pugsley loves both of them more than life itself and lets enid paint his nails and plays non torture catch with Tyler whenever they are home on break.

He lets enid sit with him while he bakes. Its sort of a stress reviler and she will usually sit on the counter tops as he bakes cakes or muffins or pastries for the weathervane to sell. She gets to pick the music and they both dance around the kitchen whilst its cooks. She definitely licks the spoon and he always gives her a ‘quality control taster’ before he puts them out to get the enid stamp of approval. ((Once for his birthday she got him a t-shirt that said ‘enid stamp of approval’ he definitely did not cry over the fact that she and him 1. had an inside joke and 2. she actually forgave him and approves of him as a person. He wears it with pride) ((wednesday steals it to sleep in sometimes and they both think its adorable when they catch her wearing it))

So this got way out of hand but yeah!! I will probably continue this at some point but this is it so far. Let me know if I have converted u bc Tyler needs more friends/love and support in his life and I feel like enid would be the one to first befriend him at nevermore bc she knows she could kick his ass if he tried anything :)

#and he never would tho #bc he is a sweetheart and I love him #but yeah!!#wednesday addams #tyler galpin #enid sinclair #wyler #wenclair #I dont know how to tag this #ummm #tyler x wednesday #wednesday x enid #they are besties ur honour I swear #wednesday netflix

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possibilistfanfiction · 11 months

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Hi, may you please spare some advice on what casual, but also cool in a hot climate, clothing a baby butch could look into wearing that’s a bit fashionable and isn’t just a shirt and a cargo shorts?

whew first of all donate any & all cargo shorts immediately (pretend tan france is telling you that Urgently). i do understand finding shorts can be kind of weird depending on ur body shape bc men’s shorts are often bulky & long. i prefer a 5’ inseam, but you can go for a 7’ if that feels better. under No circumstances should ur shorts hit ur knees lol. madewell has some pretty good options (if you can find one that’s mens & womens in-store that’s the best). pacsun usually has some pretty chill options. for online shopping, bearbottom shorts is not too expensive & has a lot of colors in both 5’ & 7’ shorts. i really like the swim shorts both& just made (not sure if they’re sold out). get lighter colors in the summer if you want for shorts, & just… no khaki.

& i love a t-shirt, but it’s in how it’s worn. i don’t think it even needs to be an interesting t-shirt, but it should have a fit & pov that looks intentional. i like to get my t-shirts a size up & tuck them in, sometimes pair them with an overshirt. if i know i’m going to be SWEATING & i want to wear a tshirt, i’ll wear something looser & actually thicker cotton in either black or white. i’ve had top surgery so i can wear tanks without stress but if binding is a concern, both& has some great tanks for ppl who bind.

if you do want to be more dressed up than a short/t-shirt combo, the answer is & will always be linen. a short sleeved linen button up (from really anywhere you like that fits well — uniqlo has both men’s & women’s in many earthtones for under $50!) is The Key. put it on as an overshirt over your t-shirt or wear it buttoned halfway in a french tuck. i prefer to stay away from patterns & bright colors bc it can easily look a little zany, but do your thing there. i have a few pairs of linen pants i also love, especially for things like taking my wife on a date, or if it’s just a cool day/nighttime activity etc. literally just… linen button ups & linen pants, even drawstring pants! if you wanna ball out, theory makes my favorite linen pants, but oak + fort is a close second & much more affordable. everlane also has all of these pieces in mens & womens & is very high quality!

idk ur shoe situation but two great options are always birkenstocks (the rubber ones are under $50 & v comfortable) and/or all white low air force 1s. a good all white sneaker is a great starter sneaker & will always go with everything. i myself prefer dunk lows but u gotta rly be wanting to invest in some sneakers to do that lmao but if you are! they’re cool

lastly, small accessories go a long way! i have a few chains, a small hoop earring, a ring (& my wedding ring but lol i don’t think we can count that as an accessory), & then sunglasses i love. i have a Beautiful watch from my wife but literally just a watch w a normal watch face & a leather band is better than nothing or wearing a smart watch out when there’s quite literally no need lol. a good baseball cap, either plain black or from a cool brand (mine for this summer is aime leon dore) is both a nice addition & also practical. do not & i mean Do Not carry around a backpack unless u Absolutely have to lol. masc cross body bags or canvas totes are much better if u need a bag

also:

- you can find tons of overshirts thrifting or at outlets! since they don’t have to fit perfectly it can be a great place to look for them

- i live & die by a good pair of light wash denim in the summer. allsaints & madewell always have beautiful denim, but you can look at levi’s as well, or thrift!

- tailoring is not expensive!!!!!!!!! if u find pants u love that are too long, just get them hemmed! fr it’s like $10, everyone needs a good tailor

- never underestimate a good sweatshort/t-shirt/overshirt/birks moment to go get a cup of coffee or something… 10/10

- i have definitely not been in a place financially to do this in the past, so pls take this w a grain of salt & of course do what’s best for your budget, but higher quality, simple fabrics ethically made are ALWAYS going to be best. they’ll last longer & keep their fit. launder ur clothes carefully too! hang drying pants & heavy cotton will get their lifespan to extend. & it’s 100% cool to find brands u love & stick to them. if u find a piece u like, u can get it in a few colors, rather than trying to find a bunch of other stuff. quality > quantity, capsule wardrobes are easier to wear & maintain

- some ppl whose fashion i like rn: courtney williams, arike ogunbowale, shanice van de sanden. & sue bird knows how to wear a short/button up summer set with the best of them. kristen kish Obviously. (& also i love mal from the queer ultimatum lmfaoooo)

- wear whatever u want, just not cargo shorts :)

#i can Hear tanny throwing a pile of cargo shorts from the closet to the floor lmaoooo #but rly it’s just linen that’s it that’s the most important thing lol #not to be silly but u should watch s7e2 of queer eye bc tan gives some great butch summer advice!

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smol-and-grumpy · 1 year

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Redlight - Chapter Three

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Hooker!Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester is a rich, recently divorced entrepreneur who visits Los Angeles for business. While he was out with acquaintances one night and was waiting on a limousine to get back to his hotel, he witnessed a woman in need, and rushed in to help, only to learn that the woman was a prostitute. Dean should have left after he made sure she was okay, but there was something about her that wouldn’t let him walk away.

Chapter Warnings: There’s zero warning but it’s good, I promise

WC: 2735

Beta’d by the amazing @winchest09

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Dean finds himself sitting across from Scarlet as he gets a full view of how she practically inhales her burger and fries. He’s still partial about her dunking them into her milkshake, though, but he tries not to show her how much it disgusts him.

He continues to sip on his glass of whiskey while she talks with her mouth full of food. It’s actually quite comforting to know that even though she has this whole other persona when she’s Scarlet, she doesn’t mind showing him the real her when she gracelessly eats her meal. He’s always been so weak for women with a big appetite; it’s probably a weird kink he’s unable to shake. Dean is still curious, and would really like to know who she really is, though.

“So,” she talks around a bite before swallowing it while simultaneously reaching out for the milkshake to wash the food down with. It’s decidedly not sexy at all how some of the sauce is smeared around the corner of her mouth, and yet, he’s fucking half-hard just watching her devour it and moaning around every bite. She sets the drink down before continuing, “care to tell me what you’re doing here in L.A.?”

Dean places the tumbler back, it makes a clicking noise as it comes in contact with the glass surface of the coffee table. He was the one to suggest they sit down at the dining table, but she declined. He lifts an eyebrow when he asks, “How do you know I’m not from L.A.?”

Scarlet grins, her cheeks are bulging with the burger she’s still chewing, and her lips are stretched wide. He has a hard time steering his thoughts away from the gutter. “I’m not an idiot.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, “I’m from New York, my company’s there.”

“Let me guess,” she pauses to think. With her next breath, she says, “Your company is in Lower Manhattan, and you live… um… Upper East Side?”

Dean grimaces, “Close. The company you got right, but you got the Upper East Side wrong. Never saw the appeal of living there.”

“Do you wanna tell me where you live?”

“It depends, will you come after me and roofie me at home?”

Her laughter bubbles out of her then, and a piece of her burger drops out of her mouth and straight onto her lap, but he doesn’t find it gross or anything. It’s quite nice to hear it. It sends a warmth from his heart down to his toes. He can’t help but smile.

When she finally catches her breath, she tips her head to the side a little while staring at him, obviously waiting for him to reveal where he lives. He shouldn’t, but Dean finds that he doesn’t mind sharing.

“No, it’s Brooklyn Heights.”

“I haven’t pegged you down for someone who chooses to live in Brooklyn.”

Dean grins, “Well, Scarlet, it’s too early into our professional relationship to let you peg me, isn’t it?”

She bursts out laughing again, and when she inhales, she snorts. It’s cute, really. He finds himself wishing he could make her laugh all the damn time.

But then she begins to cough, and Dean moves quickly, crossing the space between them to stroke and pat her back. Maybe, if he wants to keep making her laugh, he probably shouldn’t do it when she’s eating.

“Here,” he picks up her milkshake and presses it into her hand, “drink.”

He’s still rubbing at her back when she calms down, and honestly, he would love to keep on touching her, but he tears himself away and retreats to his seat across from her.

Scarlet takes another sip before she talks, her voice is a little hoarse, “I guess you’re here on business?”

“Yep,” he empties his tumbler, hiding the flush on his face that happened when he was so close to her.

She studies him, “How long are you staying?”

“A couple of days, until the deal is done.”

“Are you here often?” She asks, as she polishes off the last bite.

He watches her lick the sauce from her fingers and Dean tries his best not to groan, because that would be creepy. He clears his throat before speaking again, “About twice a year.”

Holding her milkshake, she wraps her lips around the straw and sucks.

Fuck.

Dean unscrews the bottle of liquor and holds it up, all while quirking an eyebrow, silently asking her if she wants some too, but she shakes her head. Shrugging, he fills his glass.

“You ever took a hooker up to your penthouse, Mr. Winchester?”

He sputters upon hearing the question. It kind of took him by surprise. It also doesn’t help that her voice is a little husky, causing the hair on his neck to stand up and his dick to twitch. Dean starts to cough a little to which she just grins wider.

“I have this rule,” he says once his throat has cleared up, “I never pay for sex.”

“You paid me.”

“We’re not having sex, are we?”

“Yet.” She smirks.

“Yet,” he agrees, because goddammit, if he doesn’t want to just bend her over this stupid white couch and make a mess out of it, he’d be lying.

Dean picks up his tumbler and drains the content, squinting when the liquid burns as it goes down his throat. Setting it back down, he gets up, hoping his bulge is not too prominent. “Right, I’m going to take a shower, if that’s okay with you?”

“Be my guest.”

He chuckles, “Right, just don’t rob me, please.”

“Hhhm, we’ll see about that,” she teases, and actually, it’s kind of easy with her. He does know not to trust, but somehow, she manages to make him do just that.

Dean gets out of the fastest shower he ever took in his life, and towels himself dry before he slips on the pair of fresh boxer briefs he got before disappearing into the bathroom. As he stood under the spray, he contemplated jerking himself off just to take off the edge, but he figured that he should get out there again because after all, she was his guest, and he knew not to leave them unattended for too long. Maybe him taking a shower was also a test to see if she’d still be here or if she’d already run off with a purse full of his credit cards and money. If she did, he wouldn’t even blame her and will probably not cancel his cards until tomorrow evening, because really, that’d be on him. But deep down, he really hoped that she had stayed.

He dresses in a fluffy bathrobe the hotel provided before he makes his way out. The moment he opens up the door to the living room, Dean’s greeted by loud music coming out of the sound system next to the TV, and her singing — very badly, he might add — to Blondie’s Maria. Scarlet’s barefooted as she swings her head from side to side, her skin-tight dress has ridden up her thighs, just a hair shy from slipping up her juicy ass. His dick twitches in interest, and Dean’s glad that he’s wearing the robe.

Hey, at least she’s still here, right?

Dean leans against the doorjamb, lays his head on the wood, and folds his arms over his chest as he watches the girl who’s still dancing animatedly with her back turned to him. His lips curve up of their own volition.

Scarlet’s blaring the chorus to the song at the top of her lungs when she jumps and turns around and— immediately, she freezes. Her eyes go wide before she ducks her head, her hands are frantically toying with her dress, pulling it further down her thighs.

“Don’t stop on my account.” He grins a grin that people might call cocky.

When she looks up at him, her cheeks are flushed, “No, I’m done.”

Dean quickly crosses the living room and minimizes the space between them. Bending down, he lowers the volume of the music, but he leaves it loud enough for it to become white noise to their talking. Once he stands up to his full height again, she’s wringing her hands out of embarrassment.

Dean smiles softly, hoping to take the edge off of her. He rather enjoyed her dancing so carefree, it’s different from what he has to deal with on a daily basis. It feels like a fresh splatter of paint on his dull day. “Do you want to take a shower?”

She shakes her head, “No.”

“You have had sauce running down your cleavage while you ate the burger,” he says matter of fact. Call him a creep but he couldn’t help but watch as the sauce dripped down to her chest while she took a bite, and Dean could only watch it disappear between her tits. For a moment, he shamelessly entertained the thought of licking it off her.

“And?” Scarlet asks, offended.

“Uh,” Dean brings his hand up to scratch the back of his neck, “I just thought—”

“—I don’t want to.”

“Why not?” He asks, a little dumbly. The thing is, he does know that he should leave things be but if something doesn’t really make sense to him, he can’t help but prod.

“Because!” She shouts, her chest is heaving a little as she balls her hands into fists.

“That’s not an answer.”

They are left staring at each other for a long time, and because he has a thick skull, it still doesn’t get through to him that he should leave it be.

After some more frowning, chest heavings, and nostrils flaring on her side, Scarlet finally relents. She grits her teeth when she speaks, “Because I don’t have make-up here, okay?”

Dean pulls his face back and blinks in confusion.

“Yeah!” She then exclaims, “Without make-up, I can’t walk out of here. People will see the real me and I don’t want them to, not when I’m dressed like this!”

Oh.

Ooooh.

“Um,” Dean exhales and then his brain is working. He’s always good at finding solutions. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten this far or this successful in life. “What if I tell the concierge to go out and buy you make-up? That way you can take a shower and once you leave this building in the morning, you will still be Scarlet.”

She studies him, eyes a little wider, “How do you—”

“—I’m awesome,” is what he answers with a bright grin. “So, what do you say, hhm?”

“Do you always get your way?” Scarlet grumbles out the question.

“Yeah, I do.”

Rolling her eyes, she walks over to grab a loose paper and pen from his desk and starts to write things down. He just hopes it’s not an important document.

When she’s done, she holds it out for him. Dean stares at it. It’s a list of all the make-up products she needs. More than half of the words are foreign to him. Nevertheless, he grabs at the phone he left on his desk and takes a picture before sending it to the chief concierge, adding that he should bring it as soon as possible and leave it hanging outside of his penthouse.

“Done,” he says and puts the phone and the list back down. “I hope you know that this comes with a sacrifice.”

Her brows climb up her forehead, “What sacrifice?”

“I want to get to know you.”

“You are getting to know me, maybe even more than you thought you would.”

“No, I don’t!” He raises his voice a little but immediately regrets it. Dean takes another deep breath before continuing, calmer this time, “I’ve met Scarlet, but the woman who devoured the burger and danced to some 80’s pop song isn’t Scarlet, am I right?”

She presses her lips together and glares at him, but she doesn’t give him an answer.

“Am I right?”

Still no answer.

“Fine,” he sighs, “I’m willing to pay more and make it $1k when you spend the night with me as who you really are. I don’t want Scarlet, I want you.”

Folding her arms over her chest, she cocks a hip. Standing like that, her boobs really pop out. It is almost distracting. Dean’s holding his breath as she tips her head a little, as she looks him up and down, as if she’s trying to read him. Meanwhile, he’s still standing there in his stupid fucking robe.

“Make it $1,500,” she finally says, and then she leaves him standing there while making her way to the bathroom.

Dean’s momentarily stunned, and a little impressed by her negotiating skills, to be honest. She knew he wouldn’t back down so she was wise to demand a higher price. He didn’t think it would work that well, he half expected her to pack up and leave. Honestly, $700 more is a relatively small price to pay for what he wants. He doesn’t tell her but he would have paid five figures sums if it was what she wanted in order for him to see the real her.

As soon as his brain catches up, he runs to be able to keep up with her, only to come to an abrupt halt right at the door to the bathroom. She’s standing before the wide mirror, looking at her own reflection while she has both her hands braced on the sink.

“There’s, uh, there’s make-up remover in the complimentary basket,” he says, leaning against the door jamb.

She looks at him through the mirror, “How do you know? You use it a lot, Mr. Winchester?” Her tone is teasing but he can also tell that she’s nervous.

“I—” he pulls his face back and blinks, “That’s not— uh.”

Scarlet chuckles, “Relax, Dean, it was a joke.”

“Oh?” He says out loud before letting out a sigh of relief. It’s not that he doesn’t joke around, it’s just that it doesn’t happen that much, and clearly, he’s not used to people joking around him anymore. Having her here feels like a fresh breath of air.

She turns around then, her hands are now behind her body, bracing them on the sink as he watches her eyeing the bathtub.

The silence stretches on.

“Uh, you okay?” He asks when she’s still eyeing that damn tub without saying a word.

His voice seems to bring her back to the present. Scarlet blinks a couple of times, and it might just be the light in this room, but they appear a little teary to him.

“Yeah— uh, yeah,” she stammers. “Sorry, just—” she gestures at the tub, “Haven’t been close to one of these in a while.”

“A tub?”

“Yeah, a tub,” she grumbles, “Look, it might be totally normal to you but not to me, okay? My—my apartment has a shitty shower, and the water pressure is awful!”

It’s actually really cute how she rambles without even pausing to take a breath. Dean suppresses his smirk, though, doesn’t want to make her feel like he’s making fun of her.

“Scarlet?” He asks while she finally takes some time to breathe. God, he hates using that name, especially when he knows for a fact that it isn’t hers, to begin with.

“Mmh?” She’s looking at him, her eyebrows pulled into a frown.

“Would you like to take a bath?”

Her eyes go a little wide.

He keeps on looking at her, silently willing her to answer him. A ‘yes’ would be preferable.

“What?” She asks, her voice laced with doubt.

“Do you— uh, do you want to take a bath instead of a shower?” Dean asks again, making it perfectly clear.

Scarlet seems to light up at that, and slowly her face starts to beam. “You mean— really?”

“Really,” he confirms, and he’s smiling too. His smile probably matches hers.

“Oh my god,” she clasps her hand together excitedly but then she catches herself before she can break out into a happy dance — which, let’s be honest, he’d love to see — she bites her lips and smiles through her teeth. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Why don’t you get on with taking off your makeup while I draw this bath for you, hhm?”

She nods at him, still trying to hide that beautiful smile before turning around and reaching for the basket with the hotel’s complementary products.

Four

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messy-gemini1 · 2 years

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RDR2 incorrect quotes cause I said so

Y/n: Life is a party and I am a Piñata Arthur: you really need some therapy Y/n: no :) ______ Young Y/n: *not liking Dutch being touchy with Hosea* ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful... Dutch: I just wanna fucking marry Hosea! Hosea: Dutch! watch your language! ______

Y/n, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands. _______ Y/n: Do you even know what an amulet is? John: Of course I do! I eat amulets sometimes. I like the ones with cheese and onions! Y/n: John, those are omelettes. John: Oh. Then I’ve got nothing. ______ Y/n: Sometimes I like to place my hands on someone’s cheeks, look into their eyes... Y/n: ...And violently jerk their head until it snaps. Arthur: ...That took an unexpected turn. John: So did their neck. ______

Hosea: * yelling at young Y/n and Young John* Y/n! you better not be trying to drown John! Y/n: I'm not! I'm baptizing him! John: help me! *literally drowning* Y/n: In the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit , I send you back to hell!! *dunks him as he screams while Arthur and Dutch run to help* ______

John: Guys, my friend here is bilingual. Arthur: Yes. John: Which means they like both boys and girls. Arthur: Ye- wait, what- Y/n: John, that's not what bilingual means- John: Shhh, it's okay Arthur. I still love you, man. Arthur & Y/n: ... John: bUT NOT LIKE THAT- ______

Y/n: That’s the longest worm I’ve ever seen. Arthur: That’s a snake. Y/n: oh... Y/n: Arthur: Arthur: *struggling to hold them back*DON"T GRAB IT!! ______

Arthur: Y/n... you've been cuddling with me for over and hour now. Y/n: *muffled* mm hmmm :) Arthur: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable. ______

Y/n, washing the dishes: Who the fuck used this pan?? Y/n: Wait. I the fuck used this pan… Arthur: It was you the fuck. Y/n: It was I the fuck… Charles: Who cooks rice in a pan? Arthur: They the fuck. ______

Abigail: Okay, what does A stand for? John: Arson. Abigail: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for? John: Barson. Y/n: *laughter* Abigail: What stands for C? John: Commit arson. Y/n: Oooo. Abigail: D! John: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson. Y/n: *more laughter* ______

Abigail walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: John, I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK. John, sipping coffee happily: I love you too :) ______

Y/n: Yes, I'm adopting Jack and you cowards can't tell me no! Abigail: I'm his mother and I said no! Y/n: Your no fun!! ______

Y/n: I am literally evil incarnate. Y/n: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Y/n: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

#rdr2 incorrect quotes #incorrect rdr2 quotes #rdr2 john #rdr2 arthur #charles smith #arthur morgan #john marston #abigail marston #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews

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whumblr · 2 years

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If it’s not too much trouble, can you please write a snippet where Zayne gets so annoyed with Jay’s talking back that he gags him? I just find the idea of him stuffing pieces of cloth in Jay’s mouth and then wrapping the lower half of his face in tape funny. I’m not sure if I should find that image funny… c’est la vie. I just like imagining Zayne watching a movie with Jay casually bound and gagged next to him.

Dear anon, an excuse to write more crack whump about them is never troubling <3 And yes, it is funny. I actually do have a duct tape drabble I need to finish but I can't resist this. How about a something like this.

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

Hooligans

“Again, do you have trouble with the days of the week or what?” Jay sighed when he came home from training on Wednesday evening, the one fixed Zayne-less evening in the week that he got.

Zayne impatiently clicked his tongue. He was busy opening all cabinets in the kitchen, rummaging through and taking out all the snacks. “Do you know what day it is, Jayboy? It’s the Champion’s League final.”

“Go watch in some pub.”

“Rules in some pub is to buy a pint at least twice before half-time.”

“Well, the rules in my pub—”

But he was interrupted by a harsh scratching sound of a roll of tape forcefully being unwind. “Rules in your pub,” Zayne said, holding out the tape in both hands, “are to shut the fuck up during the game.”

With a sinking stomach Jay watched as his crisps and biscuits were spread out over the coffee table. He was presented with the ultimate moral dilemma: was he going to take this and let Zayne trample all over his boundaries? Again? As always? Or was he going to kick him out?

Yeah, as if he needed to think about that. He sighed and just sank down in his lounge chair, letting Zayne take the couch for himself. Best choice, and most painless choice, was to just suck it up and to watch the game with him. He wasn't going to hide in his bedroom... besides, he wanted to see the game as well.

“Fine then.”

“Hush.”

“It hasn’t even started yet.”

“I wanna see the preview.”

“Previews is just a bunch of bullshit prattling.”

Zayne picked up the tape again and gave Jay a pointed and annoyed look. Jay held his hands up in surrender and slumped into his chair. During the game, however, Jay couldn’t resist commenting.

“Off-side,” he said in a monotone voice, head resting against a clenched fist.

“No, it’s not,” Zayne growled, but grunted as the flag went up and the scored goal was disallowed. “Fuck…”

“You’re supporting Bayern?!”

“What, you’re for Barca?”

“Duh?”

Zayne sighed and shook his head. “Well, I already knew you had no taste.”

Jay decided it was best not to argue that and just watched with clenched teeth as Zayne ate his way through a bag of crisps.

“Oh, come on, that was clearly a foul,” he said as the players bickered while the referee re-checked the video.

“Did all that smacking around damage your eyes or something? Total Schwalbe,” Zayne said, eyes still on the screen.

The ref ran back up the field, dug around in his breast pocket and pulled out a red card.

Zayne groaned.

Jay just smiled. “See.”

“Right.” Zayne slowly stood. “That’s it.” And before Jay could even realise how screwed he was, he was dragged out of his chair and smashed face-down onto the couch.

“What are you doing?!” he all but screamed as Zayne pinned him down.

“Something I should’ve done before the game started.” He reached for the roll of duct-tape in-between the cushions.

“Because you can’t stand Bayern losing like the losers they are?!”

“Because you are unable to keep your mouth shut ever.” He buried a knee in the small of Jay’s back, snatched up his scrambling hands and rolled the tape around them. Then he ripped off some pieces of tape with Jay still struggling under him, and forcefully turned him over, dunking his back and bound hands into the pillows.

“Get off me! Get oh—mmm! MMhmm!!” The tape was forced, not too gently over his mouth, and Zayne added some extra pieces for good measure, practically taping in his chin so he could barely even move his jaw. When he held the last piece of tape over his nose, Jay started whimpering and pulling away.

“You get the message,” Zayne said, sticking the last piece of tape over his upper lip. His attention snapped to the screen as he heard the whistle for the play to resume.

He pulled him close in by the neck of his t-shirt. “If I hear as much as a grunt out of you, I will dump you on the floor and hogtie you, get it?”

And as Jay nodded – best he could – Zayne pushed him back into the cushions and sat down next to him, settling back, making himself comfortable.

He curled up and shook the bag of crisps in Jay’s direction. “Want some?”

Jay’s chest rose in rage and he tensed up, but didn’t make a sound other than some choked off angry sound in his throat and Zayne smiled, “Ah, right,” turning his attention back to the game. “More for me then.”

Bonus: Jay making the tiniest muffled choked off cheer when Barcelona scores and Zayne just dumps him off the couch and hogties him with tape.

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Mets Dylan (AU miniseries) 3/?

a/n: so being in New England myself I may have made Dylan a dunkin donuts kinda guy? Idk if he is tho, but I like the idea of it. LMK if you wanna be on my new taglist for this fic, friends :3

tw: Dylan being cute hungover, swearing

taglist: @roxic93

You idled in the office parking lot, debating whether or not to go in.

You were fairly sure what this was about. The picture that girl posted online that was quickly making headlines everywhere after being taken up by TMZ. You, a nobody, caught in a compromising position with your client, Mets star baseball player Dylan O’Brien.

It was not the best situation to find yourself in, especially after what you’d been trying to do went up in flames. You were more angry with yourself than Dylan, though. He was who he was, which was a womanizing dick most of the time. It was his M.O. He was predictable, in a sense. And that was why you were angry: you should have known better. He was doing what he was always doing, but for you to have gotten caught up in it, in those stupid mesmerizing eyes... It was only a moment, but it may have cost you everything. You knew it didn’t look good (even though NOTHING happened...) but your employer wouldn’t see it that way, and so you felt it was the calm before the storm. The dreadful thought that you may just leave here without a job crossed your mind.

Your phone lit up with several texts then.

A few from friends wanting to know the tea, one from Ray, your boss, that said I know you’re out there, y/n, I can SEE you from my desk... stop picking around and get your ass in here (yeah, your boss was pretty casual with you) and one from He Shall Not Be Named (childish on your part, you recognized).

Can you stop at dunks on the way there, i’m feelin munchkin today

You rolled your eyes so hard they went back in your head. The audacity of the asshole.

He saw you read it, and sent one text after the other:

hello????

answer me

y/nnnnnn

y/n, I can literally see you reading my texts. this is important. need to know my Dunkin's will be there. and ask for extra caramel drip on the macchiato, you know the one

You’d had it up to here with him, and couldn’t help shooting off a quick text.

I’m not your fucking maid or your executive assistant, Dylan. Ask them to get it, or, here’s a concept, get your grown ass your own Mighty Macchiato. You can certainly afford it.

The dot, dot, dots appeared. Then:

see now I'm worried you didnt say iced. You know I don’t drink hot coffee y/n

:((((

You looked up, muted your phone, and may or may not have screamed out loud.

Putting on your big girl panties after a good pep talk to yourself, you approached the front door and step inside. The doorman, Chris, greeted you with a smile. ‘Hey y/n, good to see you. How was the weekend?”

“Oh, you know...same old same old.” You didn’t elaborate. He nodded understandingly, and, judging by the look on his face you could tell he saw the story but thankfully didn’t ask about it. “Yours?”

“My grand baby was home. My daughter and her husband were visiting, so we got some good family time. Had us a good barbecue. DIdn’t want to leave ‘em to come in today.”

“Oh, wow, good for you! How old is she now? Lizzie?”

“Seven,” he said proudly. “That’s wild, I remember seeing her around the office back when she was only three, I can’t believe how fast she’s growing!”

“You’re tellin’ me!” He snorted.

“Well, I’m sure they had a wonderful time with you. Did they leave already?”

"Yeah, Eric - my son-in-law - was needed back at work so they packed up and left early this morning.”

Your phone buzzed again. There were an embarrassingly long stream of texts from Dylan, who apparently thought you were still talking to him, and the boss, who was now calling. He must really be steamed.

“Business calls?”

“Shit, yeah. Sorry, gotta jet. It was nice catching up though!”

“You take care now, Miss y/n.” He winked at your retreating form.

"I’m on my way,” you said by way of greeting as the elevator doors closed behind you.“Good. Because we’ve got a pile of shit on our hands.”

I sighed. “I know.”

“You really screwed up.”

“I know,” you repeated.

He just gave a long sigh, ending the call abruptly.

Out of habit you checked your social media, surprised to see several hundred new followers, and an inbox full of messages from both bots and real people wanting to know the scoop. Well, that didnt take long to identify you. Huffing, you almost put your phone away when you saw another text flash across the screen, figuring it was probably Dylan again harassing you with his Dunkin Donuts order that was really not happening. But it was somebody else:

I saw you in the news, so sorry that happened to you! I’m here if you’d like to talk, or not. I know I’m supposed to wait 3 days before asking for another date but life's short and I really enjoyed your company.

So James didn't see the picture and assume the worst. You were so thankful, and realized you were smiling as you prepared to text him back when the elevator doors opened.

Your coworkers all turned toward you as you walked by them, whispering. Your work bestie, Annika, was waiting by your cubicle, heels tapping, practically twitching at the prospect of getting the dish.

“Girl, you gotta tell me-

But before you could answer her, before you even had a chance to place your things on your desk, your boss was calling your name.

Everyone seemed to quiet then, not used to hearing the laid-back man so angry.

Annika mimed a drink, and you nodded subtly as you walked backwards toward Ray’s office. You’d be catching up with her after work, or if your luck turned, at a long boozy lunch after you were laid off.

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