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writingoddess1125 · 6 months

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Nerdy S/O 🎮 📖 🧛

The guys and their uniquely nerdy S/Os who they love!

Soap 🧼, Ghost 👻 , König 👑 x GNREADER

Soap + Cosplayer 🧛

• Johnny had met you when you were both at a bar, You typically werent too into the bar scene but it had lead you to meet the man of your dreams.

• Afterall who could resist that Scottish Charm?

• It had been 3 years of bliss shared between the two of you-

• Johnny knew from the beginning you were- quite the Nerd. He found it cute however! Even if he didn't understand it fully-

• Often getting back from deployment in the nice flat the two of you shared to see you dancing around listening to music while stitching some sort of fabric together.

• Johnny spent hours with you, Enjoying the craft of building your costumes and often wanting to join in the fun. Even if he knew nothing of the media this was involved in.

• "What is this costume for again?" He asked setting down the freshly cut foam to the side while you glued your peices down on some fabric-

• "This my Darling is a costume from the 1999 Mummy with Brendan Fraser" You say cheerfully as you stitch the costume.

• "Movie?-" He questions and you comfirm "Movie-"

• Will eventually start watching the Movies and TV shows with you. And gets really really into them as well- Turns into a big fantasy guy

• "Love- I want to cosplay with you at the next convention.. I wanna be a elf" He said shyly

• You damn near cry at this and hug him "Oh Honey I've waited to hear those words!"

• "I need to do the inseam-" You mumbled as you measured inbetween the man's leg to get the measurment.

• Will definitely want to roleplay in the bedroom. Feels like it has opened a new door for him and is more then excited-

• Comes in dressed like Han Solo with a wide grin- Fake gun and all on his hip as you laid on the bed in your own costume. "I do believe that you ruined my last smuggling trip- Sorry darling but you'll be paying for that another way"

• Will show you and his costumes off when he visits friends on base. Showing the last convention the two of you went to together- if anyone gives him shit he has no issue punching them.

Simon + Book Nerd 📖

• You and Simon had been married for years, the famed Lieutenant knowing from when he first met you that you were a book fiend

• It was a major part of you- And one he adored

• Simon was quite the reader himself but truthfully not as deep as you. Havibg seen you so engrossed in stories before that you forgot to eat.

• But books were also how you showed love.

• "Love, I know this is a long deployment for you.. so I want to send these with you so you don't get bored" You say softly, holding up a 3 book series to your husband as he prepared for his job.

• Of course he accepted and read them while on his missions.

• Enjoys whatever you give him, be it fantasy, sci-fi, historical fiction or what have you. He will always read them through and even take a note so he can talk to you about them later.

• Will also love when you read outloud to him

• "Honey I just got this series I want you to check out" You called out excitedly as you rush to your husband who is watching his Football (Soccar) game and sees you holding the collectors box. Calmly mutes the TV and gestures for you to sit and read out loud to him the new book.

• He had built you a library and Many shelves to store your hoard of books and got you a special couch to sit in and read.

• Does have a deep appreciation for Spicy Books and will happily warm up to prepare for your want to experiment.

• He had gotten you the book 'Den of Vipers' and had heard from the book store owner it was a spicy one- so he waited.. It took a few hours but you came into the bedroom flushed face. Simon having already stretched and was ready-

• He also knew about your fanfiction even if you were embarrassed and secretive about it. Occasionally you'd let him read over your work, which he would appreciate and genuinely enjoy the stories.

• Also will grab books while he is on his deployments or secretly read your fics on his phone.

• Buring a Mission he is stuck in a book store, as he is ready for the attack he spots one of the fantasy books you had wanted that had sold put before you got your little hands on it... so he slips it into the vest of his armor and goes on with his mission.

• Saved him 50£ anyway-

König + Gamer 🎮

• When you and König start dating he is a bit surprised by you playing video games.

• He was taught it was something children do- so to see his Partner playing is a big surprise for him.

• However you help him open his eyes to the media and introduce him to the fun interactive stories and escapism that video games help you with.

• This peaks his interest and ask to join your gaming adventure.

• "Schatz are you sure about this?" He ask softly as you get him to play some Mario Kart 8. He's nervous at first but after a round his competitive spirit comes out and gets very good quickly- Cheering loudly as he wins and gets first place.

• After this a massive gaming room is built in his home for the two of you to share. König now understanding why you love games so much and supports you hobby fully.

• Even if it's a very expensive one.

• The two of you having funny cute arguments over the games subtitles or language.

• "I want it in German with English subtitles so I can practice" You wine as König shakes his head- "Liebling I want English with German subtitles"

• This often ending with the two of you giggling together over it and a passionate session between the two of you.

• Will support you wanting to decorate the home with some gamer merchandise and even gets his own to throw in there.

• Will eventually start playing some other games without you. Something to help him relax and take his mind off things-

• Mainly Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing are his favorite at the moment. It helps him unwind after his deployments

• After the hardest of deployments will just want to relax with you and watch you.

• Will love to just have the two of you cuddle in a warm bed and watch game play videos if you guys aren't up to playing a certain game. YouTube being a wonderful addition

• Will download some games on a burner smartphone he keeps and play it in his bunks. If it's multi-player will invite you to join him so the two of you can spend this time together even at a far distance.

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workingforitallthetime · 1 year

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Every UMich Monday question, 2022-23

As is tradition, I have rewatched every single Monday question in a row, and I now present to you a complete list. The most interesting recurring themes this year were sleepy Mackie, Gavin being obsessed with Jaybone, Frankie having a crush on Brendan, and everyone agreeing that Seamus is a total weirdo. Instead of a full ranking this year, I've sorted them into tiers. Bonus links to non-Monday question but still gold star content appear at the end.

Tier I: Every single second an absolute delight

December 7, 2022 If you could make it rain anything, what would it be? This contains the single flirtiest interaction I have ever seen in a Monday question video, and I say this as a survivor of the Thomas Bordeleau era. It’s a crime against humanity that the video cuts just as Rutger starts to loom over Gavin after drawling suggestively about how he has a sweet tooth. Also features Luca sweetly encouraging Truss.

November 15, 2022 Who has the best bromance on the team? BEST QUESTION and Jaybone kicks it off right: “Gotta be the Fantilli brothers for sure.” Other highlights include Luke insisting that he and Duker have the best bromance despite great skepticism from his teammates (Luca: “I mean you got in a fight today.” Luke: “Ya, out of love.”) and Johnny and Luca’s joint announcement of their engagement bromance, immediately endorsed by everyone else on the team.

November 22, 2022 If you had to describe yourself or a teammate using just Thanksgiving foods, what would you say? This is an all-timer. It starts with a series of teammates describing Moyle as the thickest Thanksgiving dishes possible, and then it builds to Johnny describing Seamus as pudding (presumably because he’s soft and sweet) and then looking longingly at Luca while telling him he’s the main dish. Also an unknown staffer chips in with a very important Seamus characterization: “Seamus Casey is green bean casserole. It’s a little different, it’s okay. But you only want it once a year.”

November 2, 2022 If you were sailing around the world, what would you name your boat? Hello, 911? I’m calling to report a murder. It was Jacob Truscott in the locker room with the “I would do Granger. Because I miss my roommates Thomas and Matty so it would remind me of them.” This one also features Adam’s dumb face goggling at Rutger’s incredibly dumb answer. And we also learned that Jaybone calls Gavin “Scooter.”

April 4, 2023 Who’s the best teammate to room with on the road? They ended the season on a high note by revealing everybody's road roommates, with a heavy dose of characterization. Luke praising Truss, and then Truss getting snarky as soon as Luke turns his back. Last year’s Brendan/Dylan and Matty/Mackie roommate combos, a parent trap if ever I heard of one. Jaybone feeding Seamus chicken and rice and putting him to bed on time. Nolan and Gavin ordering Chik-Fil-A and clearly getting up to no good.

Tier II -- Screaming out loud

February 14, 2023 Who makes the best wingman? RICH with characterization. Self-deprecating Seamus vs. self-confident Gavin! (Particularly when contrasted with multiple teammates identifying Seamus as the best wingman and Adam emphatically declaring that Gavin’s the worst wingman even though literally nobody asked.) Luca and Johnny being absolutely besotted with each other, and Rutger manhandling them.

January 17, 2023 Who on the team takes the longest to get ready? Rutger trying to Facetime the Fantillis while they’re taking forever to do their hair is PURE GOLD. Also an early reference to Gavin getting the dance moves going.

March 8, 2023 What’s your favorite memory from the season, so far? Adam’s favorite memory was watching Luca score his first goal.

October 11, 2022 If you could have any zoo animal as a pet, what would it be? Wherein we learned that Phil and Keato adopted ducks last spring. “Shoutout to Moose, Chip, Waddle, Bandit, we miss you.” (Connor Earegood, you still owe us the details. We will not forget.)

October 19, 2022 If you could swap lives with a teammate for a day, who would it be and why? The origin of so many recurring motifs! Seamus being perpetually lost, Mackie lying around in bed all day, smarty Holtzy, and everybody wants to know what’s going in Mark Estapa’s head. Seamus: “I’d probably be Luca. He has a really safe moped. It’s really nice. I’d like to drive around on it.”

February 7, 2023 What is your favorite and most often used emoji? A sleeper hit, primarily due to Holtzy and Adam’s recreations of the facepalm emoji and the silly face emoji, respectively. And Eric’s dig about how Mackie would be the sleepy emoji. Gavin picking the upside down smiley face feels right, too.

Tier III -- Some classic moments

March 18, 2023 If you could fill the B1G Cup with anything, what would it be? Jacob Truscott’s finest Monday question appearance: Frenchifying Philippe LaPointe’s name and hassling Luca about ice cream flavors!

November 30, 2022 Who on the team would you NOT let tape your stick? A very important entry in Disaster Seamus canon. Doesn’t ever tape his stick. Doesn’t know how.

January 3, 2023 What’s on your 2023 bucket list? Yet another reference to Seamus being a liability on a moped. Luca wants to take a trip with the boys after the season. Steve wants to go back to back B1G champions (CHECK!) It’s a light week because the squad is off at WJC, so “Mine’s to give Dylan Duke a big ol’ hug when he gets back,” says Mackie.

September 20, 2022 If you were a cartoon character, who would you be? Great answers top to bottom, but Adam going with Mike Wazowski because “I think he has a good heart” is the most intriguing. Gavin and Luca hugging it out is also important.

September 22, 2022 What would your walk-up song be? Gavin and Luca dancing away together is the highlight of this one. The mysterious Phil/Mark/Seamus pick of Hawaiian Rollercoaster Ride also intrigues.

January 12, 2023 Who would be your dream linemate? Features Luca uttering the supremely horny sentence: “My favorite D in the league right now is Quinn Hughes.” Also Moyle picking Blanks.

October 4, 2022 Who on the team would most likely survive a zombie apocalypse? Best line is from Luca: “Jacob Truscott, because he’s so cute the zombies would just want to hug him.” Seamus also points out that Mackie would survive because he’d sleep through it.

November 8, 2022 Which of your teammates would you want to narrate your life? Nolan Moyle “has a lot of stories about me,” hints Truss, darkly. TELL US MORE. Also Seamus carries two smoothies through the background. Who else did you get a smoothie for, Seamus?

Tier IV -- Merely good

March 15, 2023 Who on the team motivates you the most? Nothing too interesting except Frankie’s giant crush on Brendan Miles. Also a sweetheart answer by Luca about Adam, but that’s standard.

February 21, 2023 Give a compliment to a senior Adam with this bizarre story: “Keaton Pehrson brightens my morning every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. He comes in and he explains to us the dreams that he had that night.” And Seamus brought jokes! “Moyle keeps his house really clean.” (And adds, “You have issues @nolanmoyle” in comments, no less.)

March 30, 2023 Who on the team would build the best sandcastle? Unexceptional except for Seamus’s heart eyes about Gavin

October 26, 2022 What was your worst Halloween costume? Nothing of note except Truss citing last year’s sophomore group costume as his worst.

December 14, 2022 If you could live in any holiday movie, what would it be? Luca: “The Grinch. Whoville looks like a sick time. Whoville looks like it’d be buzzing.”

January 24, 2023 Who would you want on your team in a snowball fight? Confirms many characterizations, not much new here. Always love a reference to Moyle taking things way too far, though.

January 30, 2023 Who on the team would make the best Bachelor? Largely uneventful. Frankie has a crush on Brendan.

Bonus content!

December 7, 2022 Skating on the Diag Gavin’s first big appearance! He burst onto the scene furiously negging Luca and Rutger.

December 19, 2023 Outtakes Featuring Luca and Johnny being clueless together

January 26, 2023 Michigan’s birthday Never forget Moyle’s shorts

February 1, 2023 A Day In The Life Of Luca Fantilli The greatest content ever produced.

February 12, 2023 Super Bowl predictions from your squad Glasses Rutger and Seamus in slut shorts

#luca really is the monday question MVP

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angel-inked · 7 months

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How they feel.

WARNING: cannon typical graphic violence in Pierre's part, the killing gene/WΔZ is a part of the horror genre.

I've lost count of how many times I've rewritten Forrest for this, Pierre and Eddie weren't even involved to begin with. It's amazing how things evolve over time, isn't it? Except for Alfie, he was written in a day with minimal editing. lol sometimes, the words just flow out effortlessly, and other times, you need a crowbar to get them out 😆

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Addicted.

Addicted. That's really the only word he could think of that could describe the feeling. "Tommy? Are you even paying attention?" Brendan scolded. Tommy turned away from the cafe's window with a glare and a scowl. In all honesty, being trapped in a booth between Brendan and a wall while their father rattled on about everything under the sun across the table was the last place he wanted to be right now. Not to forget, Brendan falling right back into his old habit of holding his older brother seniority over his head. Tommy played with his hoodie string idly, If Brendan wanted to gloat his age, then so be it. His mind went back to a few days ago, when you and him had just gotten in out of the storm that had ruined your evening walk. You were both soaked, but you were laughing. Tommy narrowed his eyes in confusion as he shrugged off his dripping Carhartt. While he wasn't quite sure what you were laughing about, he had to admit that you looked good when you laughed like that. Your laugh sounded like home, and he loved it, just like how he couldn't help but smile when the slasher movie made you squeal last night and snuggle against his side and he savored the warmth of your arms wrapped around his bare, topless abdomen.

"Tommy." Brendan sighed. There it is again. "Do you nag at your girlfriend like this?" Tommy retorted. Before Brendan could think of a comeback, he's a physics teacher, not an English teacher, for a reason. "Tommy," Paddy intervened before his sons teenage-like bickering went any further. "What were you just smiling about?" He asked. "A memory." Tommy replied after a moment of silence. "A memory of someone nether of you have the pleasure of knowing." He added in a murmur. "Maybe do us the pleasure of explaining what the hell you're talking about then." Brendan said, annoyance at his younger brother being less than present in the moment. All this remark did was help Tommy find his scowl again. Scooting as close to the window and as far from Brendan as he could, in the window, Tommy found his reflection staring back at him, his slightly paler than normal complexion and the dark circles beginning to form around his eyes, one of the later was mostly bruising from a left hook he took in his last fight, did little to remind him of his struggling sleep schedule. He sighed quietly through his nose. Eye color, the shape of his jaw and eyebrows. He was the masculine version of his mother. He was always told he looked like her. Looking past himself, Tommy watched autumn leaves fall and scatter across the ground in a lovely array of warm oranges, yellows, and reds, while others danced on the blustering wind. It all reminded him of the night he met you a few Octobers ago.

The next countless number of "What was I thinking coming back here?" Ran through his mind with a sigh. He's been back in the United States for almost twenty-four hours now, and he's wishing he caught a flight back to Tacoma, or anywhere else that wasn't Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Being stuck in his head meant that he wasn't really listening to what was going on around him, not until he felt a hand on his arm. He stopped and looked at you as you nodded toward the busy road he had been blindly marching toward. "Oh," he murmured softly, more so in place of chastising himself. "Is everything alright?" You asked. Tommy remained silent as he hung his head. "Are you a soldier?" You asked, taking notice of a tattoo showing just below his rolled up hoodie sleeve, "USMC" it read. "I am.. or, was." He replied. You directed him to a motel for the night, coming back the next morning and insisting on taking him out for breakfast. Tommy was hesitant, eyeing you silently for a moment before, ultimately, his growling stomach decided for him. Now, Tommy's glad you're as stubborn as he is.

Brendan sighed into his coffee, watching his little brother become lost in his thoughts again. "Brendan, leave your brother alone. He's not bothering you, so I don't see what you're getting out of bothering him." Paddy warned lowly. And Brendan Conlon, as much as he didn't want to, listened to his father for once. Leaving Tommy to swim in his wayward thoughts.

Addicted, yeah. Tommy thought, that has to be it. He's definitely addicted to you.

Enamored.

"Eames," Arthur started, straightening out of his slouch, "I am impressed.". "Your condescension, as always, is much appreciated, Arthur, thank you." Eames said with his usual teasing smile. Arthur huffed a sigh, leaning back in his chair with a shake of his head at the forger. The sound of a door opening caught the attention of the Inception team, and Eames lost his grin at the sight of your figure in the doorway. He narrowed his eyes and clinched his jaw as he swallowed thickly, making him look somewhat mean. Cobb opened his mouth to ask something along the lines of "who's that?" When he was effectively silenced, "Excuse me for a moment." Eames said shortly, shoving his notes into the chest of the dream thief, and moving toward the door. There's his voice edging into meanness. He led you through the warehouse to an empty room. He leaned back against a folding table and opened his arms to you. Burying your tear soaked cheeks in his chest, "Shh," he soothed, stroking your hair. "What'd he do?" Eames questioned after a moment. "Cheated." You murmured, getting out of a terrible relationship isn't nearly as easy as you wished it could be. "Again?" Eames exclaimed. You pulled away enough to look up at him and nod, but not enough to pull out of his grip. "I'll kill him." Eames stated with malice, anger appearing in his cerulean eyes. Those eyes were usually steady, like the sea lapping against the sand on a calm day, and just like the ocean, those waves would rise with each passing storm. "You have to be the friendliest evil person I've ever met." You said with a weak smile at his immediate thoughts of exacting revenge. "Do not pretend you are some meek, pathetic little thing, darling, when I can see that vicious mind working behind your eyes," he said softly with a smirk, however, this smirk wasn't cheeky, it was as close to sweet as Eames would outwardly show. "Besides, we both know that the suit doesn't fit you." He added.

"Oh, I'll get over it, I just gotta be a bit dramatic first." You explained sarcastically, wiping a few stray tears from your eyes as you took a few steps away from his personal bubble. Your own British accent seeped through stronger when it was just you and him as it always had, and as always Eames was thoroughly amused by this. Eames chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. "For someone who doesn't want to lose me, he sure doesn't act like he wants to keep me." You added, shuffling your feet around as you glanced down at the floor and back up at Eames, or as he said, Arthur had called him once, a pesky weasel in a kitschy suit. "What was it he told you last time? Forgive and forget? Well, I'll have him know that I'm neither Jesus nor do I have Alzheimer's, so I wouldn't wager he'd take to kindly to me showing up on his doorstep, now would he?" Eames stated, making you giggle.

There's what he wanted to hear. His face split into a huge grin, not unlike the grin he wore when Arthur was pushed out of his chair backward. However, this grin lacked its usual flamboyance and impishness. Instead, it opted for sincerity. If it wasn't for your bastard of a partner, Eames would've swept you away to Mombasa with him years ago, when that failed inception job brought the two of you together for the first time, it had left Eames absolutely and completely enamored by you. "Do you need a place to stay love?" He asked, and you nodded. "and, if you don't mind my asking, I'd rather Ariadne learn architecture from a proper architect rather than Dom Cobb." He added with another grin, this one more mischievous then the last. A smile took over your features, "I'd love to."

Warm.

There aren't many people who could say they've watched a rocket explode. Then again, you were probably the only person who was currently being physically dragged out of bed by the alien symbiote that lived permanently under your boyfriend's skin at the annoying time of two forty-eight in the morning. "You need to come quick!" Vemon urged. With your half asleep senses slowly reeling, all the symbiote got in response was a tried grunt, as expected it did little to deter them, not that there were a lot of things that did. Tendrils carried you into the living room, Eddie held his head in his hands with his elbows on his desk, and his shoulders shook visibly. "There's something wrong with Eddie." Vemon murmured, best as they could anyway, there wasn't much about the symbiote that was quiet, next to your ear, while Eddie proceeded to choke on his own laughter.

The soft blue light of Eddie's laptop lit up his features and defined his figure in the dim living room. His desk was littered with pens, one rested upon his open notebook, hastily scrawled notes in messy handwriting abound. He was always up late working for one reason or another. A half empty water bottle was abandoned on the side with its lid off in Eddie's laughing fit. The sent of a microwave ramen bowl with a kick entered your nose, and you began to suspect what had the symbiote all worked up.

"V isn't too found of having a little spice in their life, I take it." You rasped with sleep stubbornly sticking to your vocal chords. Eddie shook his head with a grin, shoveling a fork full of the noodles into his mouth. "Why would you eat something hot enough to burn you?" Vemon asked, "You should wait until it's cool."

"It's not that kind of hot buddy." Eddie smiled. Vemon narrowed their eyes, "What other kind of hot is there?!" The symbiote exclaimed. You chuckled softly as you pulled up a seat next to Eddie, setting your glass of water down on your boyfriend's desk with a tink nose. "Here," you said, tearing open a chocolate bar and holding it up to Vemon, "This is more to your taste, isn't it?"

Vemon nodded and took the candy with a gentle tendril, breaking it in half with another, eating their half whole and handing the other back to you. Eddie watched you break off another two pieces of the chocolate, eating one yourself and tossing the other in the air for Vemon to catch in their mouth. "Again!" Vemon urged excitedly like a child. Well, a child that has way too many teeth and was made of extraterrestrial ooze. You chuckled and broke off another piece of the chocolate. Eddie's cheeks were slightly sore from grinning at you and Vemon, but the reporter physically couldn't make himself look at the two of you any other way. Most people wouldn't react very well to Vemon. The symbiote was anything but subtle and would often think with their stomach before their head, none of which seemed to have ever bothered you.

This made Eddie feel all warm and gooy inside, like all the good parts of a teenage crush. He's had the thought that he couldn't love you anymore than he does now before, but you prove him wrong every time.

Enthralled.

You were his. You just didn't know it yet. His smile hid his jealousy as he watched you mingle with the Shelbys across the room from the table where he and his men were sat, "Is everything alright, sir?" Ollie asked. Alfie nodded, "if Alfie Solomons wants something, he gets it." He said lowly, eyes remaining locked on you. Downing the rest of his half-full glass of bourbon, Alfie stood and made his way to you. Tommy had insisted that the purpose of this party was making business connections, and for that reason alone insisted that Alfie had to turn up to the festivity. The Wandering Jew was less than eager to attend, so after many tireless calculations, he decided he'd show only to make it clear to Tommy that he didn't want to be there. "Did he complain the whole way from Camden?" Tommy asked, nodding toward Alfie as he turned to Ollie. Alfie scoffed at the question, glancing around the room. Once his eyes found you, he found himself completely enthralled. Ollie watched a certain Birmingham native curl his thin pale lips into a smirk before excusing himself.

Now, Alfie watched you laugh as he made his way to you. The corners of his eyes crinkled, and a smile formed on his face as he watched your eyes sparkle in the elegant lighting. Any party thrown by the Shelbys was bound to be extravagant and have an endless supply of drink. However, there was a catch. There was always a catch. You were laughing at something Arthur said, once again stirring the jealousy in Alfie's gut. Stomping that out as much as his heart would let him, he continued his approach. "Hello Alfie," Arthur said with a grin, "didn't think you'd show.". "Well, you stand corrected!" Alfie exclaimed, throwing his hands out to the sides. Unbeknownst to him, you were admiring the way his hips swayed as he walked up to you and the Shelbys. A smile lined your lips, Tommy's plan was working just as you hoped it would. Tommy barely tried to hide his smirk, rubbing his cigarette over his lips before lightning it as he watched Alfie Solomons do what he did best, talk, and you were the main focus of his attention, Arthur shared a knowing look with Tommy. "Right, gentlemen!" Tommy exclaimed, "shall we leave Alfie to his monarch?" He said, eyeing the grins his family was wearing. Alfie eyed Tommy suspiciously, "The fuck you playin' at mate?"

"Don't worry," Tommy said, patting Alfie's shoulder as a wave of Shelbys surrounded the three of you on all sides, "I put in a good word for you." He explained, gesturing to you, and with a nod, he left to follow his brothers.

Intrigued.

Jack grimaced as the metallic thunk of brass colliding with bone filled his ears, "Yep, that's what he's talking about." Howard said with an amused grin. Forrest nodded to himself, gripping his brass knuckles tightly before slipping them back into his pocket, out of sight. "Yeah, alright now." He said softly, stepping over the unconscious man, moving toward his younger brother. "Jackrabbit," Forrest and Howard said in unison, both pausing to glance at the other. Jack remembered mom calling his big brothers' twin flames of a sort, as they always seemed to know what the other was thinking before anything was said, and because they spoke in unison like this far too often for it to be a coincidence. Forrest wouldn't admit it out loud, but they were rather compatible as a unit. As long he was at the head of the operation at least.

Howard rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward chuckle as Forrest grumbled incoherently under his breath. Jack glanced between the pair with a mix of wonderment at Forrest's handling of the situation and embarrassment at being caught at knife point and not being able to defuse the situation himself. "Forrest!" A familiar voice called. The brothers turned to see Ida Belle rushing toward them, "is everything alright?" She asked, Forrest nodded to the man on the ground, watching a grimace spread across Ida's face. "He'll wake up," he started, Ida snapped her attention back to the middle brother. "Probably with less teeth, but it should at least make'em reassess his life choices a little bit." Forrest murmured, shaking his head at the man. Jack tentatively removed himself from the wall, taking a few steps forward to gawk at the man's face. The would-be burglar's nose was likely broken, and his skin was already turning many shades of purple and black amongst the crimson liquid that coated the bottom half of it, and the imprint of brass knuckles could still be made out.

Forrest removed his hat and held it against his chest. Jack figured it was a show of courtesy for Ida Belle rather than for the man laid out on the ground. Everybody knew Howard could become volatile at a moments notice, but what seemed to take people off guard was when Forrest lost his temper. Jack felt rough hands grab his shoulders and yank him off his feet. His shoulders were the first thing to collide with the hard ground, and his back hit second. "Fuck you Howard!" The eighteen year old exclaimed. "Oh, whatever you say, little doggie." Howard grinned widely. The pair froze at the sound of the middle brother's soft gruff laugh. Howard smiled, glad to hear the happy sound. Jack fought with his features as he picked himself up, Forrest certainly made keeping a straight face look easier than it actually was. Jack lost this battle when he noticed Howard smirking at him, and his eyes narrowed into a glare.

With a soft grunt, Forrest brought a cigar up within inches of his face. Storm grey eyes inspecting the roll of tobacco from end to end before clamping his teeth down on it. Jack watched him slip his hand back into his pocket for a match as the sound of a subtle click came from behind him. There was no mistaking what this sound was, the safety on a weapon. Forrest slid his fingers into his brass knuckles for the second time tonight. When he turned around, he was met with a smile. You stowed your pistol back in the holster on your hip, "I thought I told you to stay inside!" Ida Belle exhorted. You merely huffed in her direction, much too taken by the stranger in front of you. "May I?" You asked, reaching for the cigar. Jack didn't think you looked like much of a threat. However, he knew Forrest thought otherwise, eyeing you up and down agonizingly slow until another grunt rumbled out of his chest, and he thrusted the cigar into your hand. You retrieved a square shaped metal lighter and allowed white smoke to waft out of your nose while you repocketed your lighter. Jack often wondered what preference Forrest had for carting around a box of matches to light his smokes with as opposed to an actual lighter. Matches had their other uses, like lighting oil lamps, the campfires people would huddle around after dark, and Howard's favorite, shine stills. Jack could ponder till his puzzler was sore, and the only conclusion he would ever come to was that this was simply a quirk of his silent older brother. "Good taste." You smirked, passing the cigar back to Forrest, who grunted.

Howard noted a look of bewilderment appeared in Forrest's eyes after he returned the smoke to his lips and removed it again, inspecting it. Was there something wrong with it? Howard wondered. "Hmm." Forrest hummed, leveling his steely gaze with the side of your head as he wedged the already flattened end of the cigar between his teeth and firmly bit down on it. Ida Belle introduced you to the brothers properly, adding that you were new to Franklin County. Forrest grunted lowly at this. "What on earth could've brought you to a town this small?" Jack questioned. Forrest shook his head like he thought the question to be of little relevance. "Work mostly. My mother wanted to marry me off, but I'd rather carve my own path in life." You responded casually. Forrest snapped his attention back to you, "Hmft." He grunted softly. Jack gave Howard a confused glance, the eldest only shrugged in response. "We ought to let you boys get back to work." Ida said, attempting to corral you back inside. You shot Forrest a smile over your shoulder, effectively locking him in place. He glanced toward his brothers as he heard a truck door slam. Jack was already griping the wheel, and Howard was sauntering toward the back end of the brothers shared vehicle. The eldest stopped by the driver's door, appearing to have been smacked by a thought, and spun on his heels to see Forrest hadn't moved. "Are we gonna get a move on before sunrise, Forrest?" Howard liked to tease his baby brother for being slow and lumbering. "Hmft." Forrest grunted again, at the remark. Forrest turned back in your direction, contemplating his actions for a moment. He whistled to get your attention. "Ida Belle! Wait just a minute, now!" He hollered, catching up with you. "What the hell is he doing?" Jack asked impatiently. "Well, I'll be damned to hell," Howard grinned from ear to ear with a chuckle, watching his baby brother converse with you, knowing his brother well enough to know something had his interest piqued. "looks like ol' Forrest found something that intrigues him."

Obsessed.

A friend had warned you against taking a job in your area. You knew you lived in a bad part of New York, but you didn't need someone to tell you that. you grew up there despite it all. Besides, working at the diner was decent, you made ends meet and your new job had brought new friends along with it. "The usual?" You smiled cheerfully at the group of rowdy boys who just walked in. "As always." Pierre smiled. He was always the dominant one, acting before any of the others. You'd even heard some of them call him boss a few times. "How's Alice doing, PJ?" You asked as you refilled his coffee. Pierre perked up at the nickname, his pale features practically beamed as he pretended not to hear his friends snickering. They've told him repeatedly to ask you out already. "She's good." He replied. This is what the two of you bounded over, Pierre lived with and cared for his elderly grandmother, who was struggling to get around these days. She's not getting younger, after all. You lived with and cared for your ailing father. His health and characteristic charisma had taken a hit when a back injury forced him into retirement. He buried himself in his construction job after the divorce from your mother. Had it been up to him, he would've worked himself into the ground. You were currently one of the only things keeping the old man afloat.

"When are you gonna make a move, man?" Jamal asked. Pierre rolled his eyes. A glare quickly replaced his nonchalantly as he spotted the man who had been openly flirting with you over the last week ordering a coffee from you, Pierre and his boys used to come to the diner every other Wednesday after the lunch rush, but Pierre has been showing up daily since this started. If there was one thing that Pierre didn't like, was someone else encroaching on something he had convinced himself was already his. "Might be sooner than we think." Khalid, Jamal's twin, said lowly, recognizing the dark look in Pierre's eyes. "Don't do somethin' stupid, Pierre." He growled, grabbing Pierre's hood and wrapping it around his hand just in case. Pierre was compulsive at best, and flat out obsessive at worst. The rest of the gang have had to physically restrain him more then once because of his inability to control himself. "Alright, alright! Jesus don't fucking choke me!" Pierre griped, trying to yank his hoodie out of Khalid's hold, effectively gaging himself in the process.

The diner cleared out as the sky grew dark, Pierre broke off from his friends. "I'll catch up with you guys tomorrow." He said, propping himself against the outside of the diner. "Don't do anything stupid." Khalid warned again, resulting in Pierre flipping him off. The gang walked on regardless, unwittingly leaving Pierre to lie in wait for his target. Pierre spent the next half an hour psycing himself up, gripping the glock he kept hidden under his shirt. Finally, the targeted man emerged from the diner, walking past Pierre and down the block. Pierre knew the back alleyways well, sure he'd have to jump a few fences that he knew he wasn't supposed to, but who cares? He had to get ahead of this guy. Weaving his way through the dark passages, he peaked his head around the corner and spotted the man again. He plastered himself to the wall and exhaled heavily. His heart was like thunder pounding in his chest. He would never grow tired of this feeling, Pierre thought. The man, whose name Pierre couldn't be bothered to remember, appeared in his vision, causing Pierre to act. Snatching his victim off the sidewalk and yanking him deeper into the alley.

Pierre chuckled darkly as the man scrambled to get to his feet again after being thrown onto his back, Pierre appeared somewhat scrawny, writing him off as such would often prove fetal. Never underestimate the insanity of Pierre Jackson. Pierre laughed and knocked the man back down with a well placed kick and placed his foot on his chest. "Any last words bitch?" Pierre grinned wickedly, tossing his leather jacket aside and retrieving the glock from his belt. "N..nn..no." the man stammered. "No?" Pierre taunted, "Well, too fucking bad." He added, squeezing the trigger. Bang. The deed was done, no going back now. Pierre's arm fell to his side limply. He breathed heavily as the thrill of his actions enraptured him. Soon enough, muscle memory kicked in, and Pierre began rummaging through the man's pockets. A wallet, a lighter, and a pack of cigarettes, he could make use of these. He placed the unfiltered end of one of the stolen cigarettes between his teeth, not bothering to light it. He just wanted something to chew on.

His cell tone brought him out of his daze, he stumbled from the slight dizziness of standing up too quick and almost fell, "Fuck!" He hissed in irritation. Grabbing his phone from his jacket, "Hello?" He answered. "Hey Pierre, are you very far from the diner?" You're voice came through the other end of the line. "About half a block, what'd ya need?" He asked. "We just heard a gunshot nearby," you started, making Pierre aim a glare at his lifeless victim for screwing things up again. "Could you come walk me home?" You asked, completely unaware of the part Pierre played in the ruckus. "Yeah, sure I can, just give me about five minutes." Pierre responded. "Okay." You said, hanging up. Glancing down at himself, Pierre noticed the blood splattered over the front of his hoodie, he thudded his head back against the wall with a sigh, lolling it to the side in order to stare down his jacket that he threw on the ground in a haphazard manner. He grabbed it and zipped it up hastily to hide the evidence, pulling himself together and checking the cost was clear before darting out of the alley. A toothy grin appeared on his face as he headed back to the diner. He achieved his goal of eliminating the competition, and was giddy at not getting caught.

#how they feel #tommy conlon warrior #ian eames inception #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #forrest bondurant lawless #pierre jackson wΔz #tom hardy #violence tw #gun tw #tw blood #Pierre!reader is completely clueless #hope you enjoy #consider this my wip Wednesday post even though its not a wip lol #this basically took two months lol

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I got tagged by @tinydooms “people I'd like to get to know better"! Here we go:

Last song: I've been listening to the album “Eros, Agape, Philia” by Queer Feminist trad. folk/electro artist Sara Parkman on repeat the last week. Her song “the rose” has the most delicious stanza of sacral stream of consciousness lyrics: Eve: give me the apple, Heart: bring the beat, Eat me, Eat the bread, Drink me, Drink the blood, Bite me, Hard in the hand, Chaos give us life, Dance for us.” (own translation). And some of her queer fighting spirit lyrics have made this atheist sense God (through an understanding of Nietzsche’s take on Christianity’s slave morality). If it sounds intense, it’s because it was.

Favorite colour: Yellow. Love a pop of bright yellow to lighten your mood, or a musky mustard yellow for that autumn vibe. Doing my best to stay in academia style.

Currently watching: Avatar the last airbender live action with the kids: Going through all Brendan Fraser films on my own. (Favorite so far, beside the Mummy, is Airheads!)

Spicy/savory/sweet: most times I would go with savory: a good plate of cheese and charcuteries. If sweet: it needs to be tart! Sour raspberries with dark chocolate.

Relationship status: married with three kids!

Hidden talent: I speak Japanese. (And I’m great at knitting but that's more in the open)

Current obsession: it’s a tie between Brendan Fraser and Tarzan. (No need for George of the Jungle jokes.)

Tagging: @ricochetoconnell and anyone else who wants to play.

#ask game #personal #ask and answer

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THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … February 9

1923 – The Irish poet, short story writer, novelist, and playwright Brendan Behan was born on this date (d.1964). He is best known for this autobiography Borstal Boy. In his book, In Terrible Queer Creatures: Homosexuality in Irish History, Brian Lacey writes that the noted playwright, poet, and novelist, who spent three years in a British reformatory (where he discovered his "Hellenism," as he himself put it) for a 1939 IRA bombing, was Bisexual throughout his life.

At the time of his death, he was working on an unfinished novel, called "The Catacombs" after its setting in a real-life drinking place of that name in a number of interconnected basements in Dublin's Fitzwilliam Place that was a notorious homosexual hangout.

1944 – Nicholas F. Benton is the founder, owner, and editor of the Falls Church News-Press, a weekly newspaper distributed in Falls Church, Virginia, and in parts of Fairfax County, Arlington County, and Washington D.C.

Born in Ross, California, Benton earned a degree in English from Westmont College (a Christian college) in 1965. After college he was a reporter and sports writer for the Santa Barbara News-Press. He obtained a master of divinity degree in 1969 from the Pacific School of Religion in Berkeley, California. He became a contributor to the underground newspaper Berkeley Barb, helped found the Berkeley Gay Liberation Front and wrote the first editorial for the newspaper Gay Sunshine.

In 1970, Benton was involved in to get the White Horse Inn (a gay bar a mile south of UC Berkeley) to loosen its restrictive policies toward expression of gay identity.

Also in 1970, Benton became the first Gay Liberation spokesman to address a major anti-war demonstration.

Benton worked for the Lyndon LaRouche organization from 1974 until the late 1980s, first as a political organizer, and later as the Washington D.C. bureau chief and White House Correspondent for LaRouche's Executive Intelligence Review.[10] In 2007, Benton wrote that he had left the LaRouche movement in the 1980s.Benton founded the Falls Church News-Press in March 1991, and in July 2010 celebrated the periodical's 1,000th edition. He has served twice as the president of the local Chamber of Commerce, been named Falls Church's “Pillar of the Community” twice and “Business Person of the Year” once, and had his enterprise named “Business of the Year” twice. He has authored a weekly national affairs column in his periodical since 1997.

In November 2009, Benton was unsuccessful in a bid to acquire the Washington Blade in the wake of the bankruptcy of the Blade's parent company.

In December 2010, he was elected to the newly created Stonewall LGBT Caucus of the Virginia Democratic Party.

Benton has been married and divorced three times; he has no children.

1960 – Today's the birthday of Holly Johnson, lead singer of 1980s band Frankie Goes to Hollywood. The band were pioneering for having two openly gay members - Holly and second vocalist Paul Rutherford – and a sound and image that borrowed heavily from underground gay culture and dance music, which they in turn fed into with their controversial number 1 hit Relax.

In November 1991, Johnson learned he was HIV positive. This triggered a temporary withdrawal from the music business and public life in general, with one of his last TV performances around the time being at the Diamond Record Awards, Antwerp, where he performed "Americanos" and "Where Has Love Gone?". His condition was made public during an interview with The Times in April 1993.

In March 1994, his critically acclaimed autobiography, A Bone in My Flute, was published. In it he discusses his struggle with, and acceptance of, his homosexuality. The same year, he recorded a new single, "Legendary Children (All of Them Queer)", whose lyrics referred to famous LGBT people throughout history. During 1994, he performed live at London's Gay Pride show, where he performed "Relax", "Legendary Children" and "The Power of Love". In April 1998, he performed "The Power of Love" live at the Easter Gay Happening in Krefeld, Germany at Club Königsburg.

Since the mid 1990s, Johnson has worked primarily as a painter. His works have been exhibited at the Tate Liverpool, and The Royal Academy. He has contributed to Modern Painters and the Paul Smith sponsored CARLOS magazine.

1965 – Stephen Raymond Merritt, better known as Stephin Merritt, is an American singer-songwriter, best known as the principal singer and songwriter of the band The Magnetic Fields. He is known for his distinctive and untrained bass voice. Merritt is openly gay.

Merritt created and played principal roles in the bands The Magnetic Fields, The 6ths, The Gothic Archies and Future Bible Heroes. He briefly used the name The Baudelaire Memorial Orchestra as an attribution for a song written for Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events, entitled "Scream and Run Away". Further music was recorded for the audiobook versions of the series and is attributed to The Gothic Archies. The Tragic Treasury was released by Nonesuch Records in October 2006 along with the 13th and final book of the series.

Growing up, Merritt used different spellings of his name for different purposes. Stephin was one such pseudonym that he used to sort his junk mail, and that became the spelling he used for his life as a musician.

Prior to 2013, Merritt had never met his father, folk singer Scott Fagan, who had a brief affair with Merritt's mother, Alix Merritt. The three met at a screening of the film AKA Doc Pomus in 2013, and Fagan is planning a cover album of his son's songs pending the outcome of a Kickstarter campaign.

Mrritt's lyrics are known for bending and blurring gender lines; examples include the song "When My Boy Walks Down The Street," sung by a male vocalist, which contains the lyric "and he's going to be my wife."

1992 – Avan Jogia is a Canadian-British actor, singer, activist, director, and writer. He is known for his television roles Beck Oliver in the Nickelodeon sitcom Victorious, Danny Desai in the ABC Family drama Twisted, Roman Mercer in the Syfy paranormal action series Ghost Wars, and Ulysses Zane in the Starz comedy Now Apocalypse.

Jogia first came to prominence with his portrayal of Danny Araujo in the 2006 biographical television film A Girl Like Me: The Gwen Araujo Story. After moving to the United States in his late teens, he landed various television roles within series such as Caprica (2009–2010), and the miniseries Tut (2015). Jogia's numerous credits in television and cinema include Spectacular! (2009), Finding Hope Now (2010), Rags (2012), Ten Thousand Saints (2015), I Am Michael (2015) and Zombieland: Double Tap (2019). His directorial debut came in 2011 with the short film Alex, which was followed by the 2016 web series Last Teenagers of the Apocalypse.

Avan Tudor Jogia was born in Vancouver, British Columbia. Jogia's father is British Indian, and his mother is of English, German, and Welsh descent. He is the younger brother of Ketan, a music producer in London.

Besides English, Jogia speaks some Gujarati and French.

According to The Start, Jogia was a student at Killarney Secondary School until age 17 when he left to pursue acting full-time, having already gained a number of small television credits. In an interview, he said that his parents withdrew him from middle school in favor of home schooling. He moved to Los Angeles, California on the trial-basis that he would land a role within a six-month period – or return to schooling.

Jogia has cited British actor Tim Curry as one of his early acting inspirations, particularly Curry's role as Long John Silver in the 1996 musical adventure comedy film, Muppet Treasure Island. British actor Sir Ben Kingsley is another of Jogia's inspirations; the two would later appear in the 2015 miniseries Tut, and work together on the 2016 short film Of Dogs and Men.

Jogia co-founded the online PSA organization Straight But Not Narrow (SBNN) in 2011, with Heather Wilk and Andre Pochon, in conjunction with the support of fellow actor, Josh Hutcherson. The non-profit organization is aimed towards changing the attitudes and viewpoints of heterosexuals about the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender community. Jogia believed, "[t]here was no one making straight youth responsible for their apathy. When you see a bully beating up a kid and you stand idle, that's as loud, or louder, than the actual oppression", and thus established the organization.

1994 – Pope Iohn Paul II attacks the European Parliament resolution in favor of lesbian and gay rights.

2018 – Adam Rippon was selected to represent the United States at the 2018 Winter Olympics in Pyeongchang, South Korea where he won a bronze medal thus becoming the first openly gay U.S. male athlete to win a medal in a Winter Olympics. Later that year, he won season 26 of Dancing with the Stars with professional dancer Jenna Johnson, making Rippon the first openly gay celebrity to win the competition.

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it's all too much for me to take [the love that's shining all around here] (kent johnson)

kent johnson x gn!reader

word count: 2050

warnings: underage drinking, reader is anxious, symptoms of a panic attack (if there's anything else let me know!)

It was all too much. You were at a frat party with the team and it was all too much. The party came at the end of midterms, a way to celebrate things going back to semi-normal and everyone being done with testing but you couldn’t do it. Your original plan for the night was to stay in and watch a movie by yourself, decompress after the week, and set your brain back on the right track. But, after being begged over and over by Owen, Kent, and Briss you found yourself at a party. Granted, it wasn’t their fault. They couldn’t read your mind and you didn’t realize how truly overwhelmed you felt. But, now an hour into the party you felt yourself start to lose it.

The music was too loud, there were people everywhere, and to top it off you didn’t know where any of your friends were. As you backed yourself into a corner you felt the familiar nerves of a panic attack creeping up. Thankfully, you weren’t too out of it yet and got it together enough to start pushing your way through the crowds. Finally, you made it to the kitchen where the boys were taking shots with some of their other friends. At first, you hung back, not wanting to interrupt their good time. You felt bad that you let your bad feelings take over and possibly ruin someone’s night. But eventually, your shaking became too much to handle and you realized that you had to at least tell someone you were leaving. Brendan looked the drunkest so you walked over to him first, hoping that his intoxication would stop him from seeing your panic.

“Hey,” you said over the music. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m gonna head out now. I’m kinda tired.” At that you turned to leave, but Brendan grabbed your arm to stop you. “Nooo, don’t leave Y/n.” He whined, “It’s too early to leave.” You smiled gently and shook your head. “Not too early for me bud.” You said, starting to turn again before Briss yelled behind him. “Yo! Kent, Owen get over here! You have to help me convince Y/n to stay a little longer!” Turning again to face Brendan you saw both of the boys he called walking over. Internally you broke a little more, you didn’t need to be there any longer and you knew that if you weren’t careful, Kent would be able to see how you were feeling.

Now, this wasn’t a bad thing, but you knew that if Kent figured out how you were feeling he would also want to help fix those feelings. And the last thing you needed was for Kent to think you were weak. The two of you had been dancing around feelings for a couple of months and, with a little effort, you had kept your image pristine around him. Your thinking was if he didn’t know how fucked you were sometimes he might actually like you. But, Kent knew you better than you thought and he liked you still. You didn’t know this though, which is why you found yourself standing next to Briss, a shot in hand, trying desperately to hold a smile onto your face. “Hey!” You said, trying to sound enthusiastic as Kent and Owen slowed to a stop next to you. “I guess we’re doing shots.” You continued, ignoring Kent’s slight stare as Briss handed him and Owen their shot glasses.

“Yeah, shots,” Kent said, looking at you, hearing something off in your voice. “3, 2, 1 go!” Brendan said, throwing his shot back rather aggressively, and cheering as the three of you took yours. With that, you placed your cup on the table. “Okay Briss,” you said, “I took a shot so now I’m actually gonna go.” You once again started to turn to leave when Briss grabbed your arm. “C’mon Y/n, one more please?” He whined. You shook your head, desperate to leave. Thankfully, Kent took notice of what was happening. “Briss, I’m actually gonna head out too,” Kent said, gently grabbing the hand that Brendan was holding. “I’ll walk you home.” At that, you, once again, shook your head. “No, Kent, I’m fine. I can make it home by myself.” You argued, pulling away from Kent and walking to the door. Quickly Kent started after you, and after speeding up once he realized how fast you were walking he caught up.

“Y/n please,” Kent said. “I can clearly see how anxious you are right now. Please let me walk you home.” You stopped, considering your options. Kent walking you home would make you feel safer and therefore also calm your anxiety. But, you didn’t want to interact with anyone, especially not someone who could read you so well. Finally you turned to look at him and, faced with the concern you saw on his face, gave in. “Sure Kent,” you said, “you can walk me home.” Finally, Kent smiled and moved to start walking alongside you. “Can I hold your hand?” He asked, “Or would that make it worse? I know it could go either way.” Instead of answering you grabbed his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together. Immediately Kent started running his thumb back and forth along your knuckles, a soothing motion.

Now, if you weren’t freaking out for separate reasons you were definitely freaked out over this. Not only was Kent not running far, far, away, he was holding your hand trying to comfort you. The rest of the walk sped by and before you knew it Kent was turning to you and asking “Where is your key?” You reached into your pocket and pulled out your dorm key, trying to open the door yourself before handing the key to Kent. “Holy shit Y/n, you’re shaking a lot.” He said, eyes wide, “Are you okay?” You laughed a little, “I mean not really,” you responded truthfully. “You saw how anxious I was Kent. Kinda why you walked me back. The shaking is just from the anxiety.” You explained. Your answer settled him a little but he still wasn’t fully comforted. Finally, he unlocked the door and held it open for you to walk inside. Kent walked in behind you, letting the door shut gently. He watched as you sat on the small couch in your ‘living area’ and tried to regulate your breathing before snapping out of his daze and getting you a glass of water.

You were out of it, to say the least, so as Kent sat next to you, you jumped a little. “Shit. Sorry,” he said, handing you the glass. “I got you some water because I didn’t know what else to do.” You smiled gently at him, taking a sip of the water. “Thank you,” you said. As you finished the glass the two of you sat in awkward silence before Kent cleared his throat. “Well, if there isn’t anything else I can do,” he started, “I guess I’ll just head out.” You nodded slightly but inside were scrambling for a reason to get him to stay. Secretly Kent was doing the same, enjoying the alone time that the two of you didn’t frequently get. “Actually-” you said. At the same time Kent started “What if I just stayed until you’re completely fine? That way I’m here if you need something.” You looked up from the floor and met Kent’s eyes, a smile on both of your faces. “Yeah,” you said, “that would be nice.” The following silence was notably more comfortable as you finally got your breathing in check.

Once you were breathing right you grabbed your laptop off of the coffee table. “Wanna watch something?” You asked, opening the computer up and logging into Disney +. “Sure,” Kent said, moving closer to you to look at the screen. “How about The Princess Bride?” He asked, seeing it on your watchlist. You nodded, clicking on the movie. The two of you got a little into it before agreeing to move to your bed to be more comfortable. Eventually, you found yourself cuddled together, your back to Kent’s chest, Kent’s hand tracing random shapes onto your thigh. When that started to tickle you used it as the perfect opportunity to slip your hand into his, stilling his movements. Kent then took that as a sign to pull you in closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of that movie and into the next (Step Brothers, Kent’s choice). As the end of that movie drew near you found yourself half asleep on Kent’s chest. Kent had fallen asleep about 15 minutes prior and his hand still rested in the small of your back. You let yourself drift off, happy and comfortable.

The next morning you half expected to wake up alone, with no sign of Kent anywhere. The computer would still be closed on the coffee table, no glasses in the sink, the night before entirely a dream. But, you woke up exactly where you fell asleep the night before to Kent gently rubbing your back again. You shifted slightly, just enough to look up at Kent who was smiling sleepily down at you. “G'morning Y/n.” He said, voice full of sleep. “Good morning Kent.” You said back, moving yourself to sit up slightly. Kent moves with you until the two of you are facing each other, Kent up against your headboard and you criss cross between his legs. You stared at each other a bit longer in happy silence before Kent suggested getting breakfast. You agreed, pulling on a change of clothes and offering Kent a hoodie so he wasn’t fully in old clothes.

With that, the two of you made your way to the dining hall. As you walked the reality of your situation came to the front of both of your minds. The night before was all the reassurance you needed to confirm that the feelings you had were mutual but you didn’t know how to address it. The rest of your walk passed in semi-awkward silence but as you made it into the dining hall you bit the bullet and decided to address it straight up. “Kent,” you started, “Can we talk about last night and what it means for us while we eat?” At your question Kent breathed out a sigh of relief, he was worried that the night before was a fluke, that he just happened to be the person there. “Of course,” he said. “That would be great.” The two of you then split up to get your breakfasts, meeting back at a table in the back corner of the room. But, despite being brave enough to bring it up, you were apparently not brave enough to start the actual conversation. Luckily enough Kent was.

“I like you Y/n.” He said, “Like a lot. And I have for a while. And I get if last night was just a coincidence but-” At the mention of a coincidence, you had to interrupt him. “No!” You said. “Last night wasn’t just a coincidence. I like you too, like a lot. And thank you for being there last night, I wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyone else.” Your admission had Kent stoked, and you were incredibly happy that your feelings were returned. The rest of breakfast passed with fairly normal conversation. Kent talked about how practices had been going, and you shared the latest drama from your stats class. Finally, the two of you finished your meals, and as you were gathering your plates Kent cleared his throat. He seemed kind of nervous which made you nervous. “So,” he started, “with everything we talked about I was wondering if I could take you on a date this Friday.” You were quick to nod. “Of course Kent. I would love to.” For whatever reason your answer made Kent blush, out of nerves or excitement you didn’t know. “Does after the game work?” He asked, adding “I could give you a jersey to wear if you wanted.” You nodded again, grabbing his hand as the two of you moved to leave the dining hall. “That would be perfect.”

#kent johnson imagine #kent johnson x reader #kent johnson #umich hockey imagine #umich hockey #columbus blue jackets #nhl imagine #hockey fic #umich hockey fic #fear of writing #my writing #hockey imagine

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xerith-42 · 5 months

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gahh please talk about the musicians more!!!

-a musician

You know what branch of musical instruments was desperately missing from my last post? Percussion!!

-Katelyn insists that learning an instrument is a waste of time, that it won't help her in the long run, and that carrying the damn thing around is too inconvenient. What she doesn't realize is that Travis has listened to all of her excuses and when he puts a small wooden drum in her hand he goes into every detail about why she should learn to play it.

-It's small and lightweight, easy to carry around. Doesn't require too much time to get pretty decent at it. She can chose to get really advanced, or just learn how to play simple beats so she can keep time. It exercises her hands without her needing to spar. At this point there's no reason Katelyn has to protest.

-And Garroth isn't skipped out either! At this point Travis is just turning the entire party into his band and he's not letting anyone get out of it. Eventually he settles on giving Garroth a tambourine because it's very easy to play and low effort so Garroth can't bitch about it being a nuisance.

-Honestly Garroth doesn't mind at all when he gets to sit around the fire with everyone and see Vylad with their scarf pulled down and a smile on their face.

-I feel like despite being more of a beginner, Laurance knows the most songs out of everyone (except Zoey but she has an unfair advantage). Laurance is such a fucking theater kid I won't ever shut up about this, he has read so many epics, and tragedies, and poems, and plays, and whatever he could get his hands on in Meteli. And that includes reading songbooks and learning love songs.

-Fuck it, shove a guitar into Dante's hands that he started learning from Logan as a way to help relieve his stress and keep his posture better. Dante at first uses it to try and rizz up Nicole (this song always makes me think of Nicole like it's literally her theme music), and it absolutely works. But after the two have their falling out Dante isn't sure if he wants to keep playing.

-Until he realizes that if he keeps practicing the guitar he can play songs with Nana and that's just delightful.

-I like to think that because her instrument sits on her shoulder Nana is able to dance around a lot while she's playing. Like the girl cannot keep her feet still, she's got the dance fever.

-Phoenix Drop literally has so many parties and celebrations where there's just like. music in the background. Imagine if characters were playing those songs!! There's little imperfections here and there because Laurance still doesn't know how to play certain chords properly, Brendan isn't used to playing with others so he gets thrown off a bit. Zoey is the absolute chad of these because she's literally been around for almost a thousand years at this point, she has played so many songs with so many people.

-Zoey actually knows how to play any string instrument you can put into her hands. Like a seventh sense. She just sticks to the harp because she doesn't want to make all the mortals around her feel like they can't live up to her. She loves playing with her friends.

-WAIT A DAMN MINUTE Kiki bringing Leona over to Brendan's so she can spend some time with him and he starts teaching her to play guitar? It's difficult at first, but eventually she figures out how to use her little wolf claws as proper finger picks that make her better than he is sometimes and he's only mildly upset by this.

-Natsumi (Nana and Dante's kid) grows up hearing her parents play music and wants to do it too. She can't decide if she wants to play guitar or violin more, until Dmitri is in the picture (more on him in a later paragraph). When Dmitri says he wants to play the guitar, Natsumi immediately starts badgering her mother to teach her how to play the violin. She knows that the happiest they've ever looked is when they're playing together, and she wants to make everyone else that happy too!

-I don't think Nicole is much of a musician unfortunately. She's got a beautiful singing voice, but she doesn't sing enough. She hasn't really had freedom for most of her life, and she didn't have the free time to learn an instrument once she did get control of her life. But she likes listening to Dante stumble through the beginner phase of learning the guitar.

-Dmitri doesn't express an interest in music until after the first time he went to Phoenix Drop without Nicole's permission. She knows. She knows exactly why he has the sudden interest, and she doesn't want to say yes, but she doesn't have it in her to stifle him the same way she was stifled. So she finds one of her guards who knows how to play it that can teach Dmitri when he's in Scaleswind.

-And when he's in Phoenix Drop or on the Alliance Island, Dmitri learns how to play from Dante, Brendan, or Aaron. Even Logan gives him a few pointers. When Dmitri comes back he has a dedicated interest and starts asking to go to the library so he can find songbooks.

-Completely of his own will Dmitri starts talking to other guards and members of the Scaleswind public to find someone who knows how to play violin so he can practice with them. He wants to be good so he and Natsumi can play together and sound good and make everyone happy :)

-I'm gonna fucking sob over that last one what the fuck. WAIT AARON SEEING THIS HAPPEN IN REAL TIME AND THINKING ABOUT HIS FAMILY?? And it's a bitter sweet feeling because he misses Lily and Jacob so much it physically hurts, but Nana and Dante look so happy when they're together and ashghfgfghfhdg

-Aaron and Natsumi playing together when Dmitri is gone because she wants to practice and get good so she can impress him when they see each other again :)

-I'm literally screaming sobbing rolling on the floor crying right now this is so fucking cute

if it wasn't incredibly obvious I'm a musician myself and this is so personal and so real to me I'm fighting the urge to make a playlist of songs that the mcd characters would play and I'M LOSING

#text post #minecraft diaries #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #garroth ro'meave #mcd headcanons #my headcanons #mcd aaron #aaron lycan #mcd dante #mcd nana #mcd dmitri #mcd zoey #mcd garroth #mcd laurance #mcd katelyn #mcd travis

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nobigneil · 1 month

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Walker v. Brady

#m: hollyoaks #c: simon walker #neil newbon #emmett j scanlan #emmett scanlan #brendan brady #brendan's last dance #brendan hollyoaks #hollyoaks #walker hollyoaks #simon walker #walker v brendan #uk soap #action shot

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bbrissonn · 2 years

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Briss having a crush on Jacks girlfriend. Who knows Briss since a long time. At his 21st Birthday things get a little out of hands… or out of pants 🙈 and they hook up. Does Jack find out?! Maybe they are left with a guilty conscious?! Up to you

Thank you for your entertaining content 👍🏼

#bri's briss day

ahhhh i love this idea sooo much!!! this is kinda long hehe

under the cut!

warnings: swearing, not proofread, i didn't do the smuty part of this so no need to worry :))

"we shouldn't-- we shouldn't be doing this, bren." you whispered as the boy kissed down your neck, your eyes rolling backward at the feeling of his lips all over your skin. it was the night of his 21st birthday, and since you went to school in vegas, he invited you to his birthday party, which of course took place at a club.

but now here you were, your back flat against his bedroom door, his body pressed against yours, your arms wrapped around his shoulders while his were around your waist. the only catch was that you were jack's girlfriend since you were 15, so pretty much 7 years. you had known brendan for as long as you had known jack, so going to his birthday didn't seem like a bad idea at first.

only it was now, the two of you had had way too many drinks and were both drunk out of your minds. you don't even remember how it happened, you guys were dancing together and then you found yourself in a deep make out session with him. and then he asked you to come back with him, you knew you should've said no, but it was just too hard to resist.

"then stop me." he whispered, pulling away from your neck and looking into your eyes.

"what." you stated, it wasn't a question, you were just completely confused.

"tell me to stop, tell me you don't want this and i'll stop." he said louder this time with a lot of confidence, making you go feral inside. you didn't answer him, instead pulling him close to you and smashing your lips together. soon, the two of you made your way over to his bed, clothes being left behind while doing so.

"i have to tell you something." you told jack over the phone a couple of days later. you were lying bed, barely awake, but it was already noon for him, and this was your normal morning call time.

"what's up?" he asked happily, and you felt your heart break inside of you. not because you felt hurt, but because you were going to hurt him. your 16 years of friendship and 7 years of relationship would be done after this, you knew that for a fact.

"i-i love you, jack." you said shakily, you knew it wasn't fair to be doing this to him, you had to let him know one last time how you felt about him, have one last good moment with him before you ruined everything.

"awh, babe, i love you. but that's all?"

"no, no, i-- there's something else." you whispered as tears started welling up in your eyes.

"you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"i know, baby, i know. but before i tell you, i want to say i'm sorry, jack. i'm so fucking sorry." your voice break as you pushed the moment back the most that you could, but you knew you'd have to tell him sooner or later.

"y/n/n, what's going on? is everything okay?" you could hear how worried he was and it truly broke your heart. he gave you everything, he treated perfectly, and you ruined all of that for one simple night that meant nothing you to.

"bren and i... we, um, we slept together." you spoke in the lowest voice possible, but he heard, you knew he had from the silent that set over the line. not even the sound of him breaking could be heard, making your heart pound.

"what? n-no, no, y/n/n, please tell me that this is a joke. please tell me that you're not being serious right now." he begged, and you could hear the hurt in his voice, making your heart break once again. you didn't answer him, too busy trying to hold in your tears, but your silent gave him his answer, and it wasn't the one he was hoping for.

"i trusted you! i gave you everything i could for the last 7 years, and you do this? 16 years of friendship down the drain because you wanted to get fucked by some guy who's not your boyfriend because i'm too far away?" he yelled, sobs escaping his mouth every once in a while, while tears slowly started going to your face. you opened your mouth to say something, but instead a sob slipped out, making jack even angrier.

"you're crying? are you fucking kidding me, y/n? you cheat on me with my best friend, and you're fucking crying?” he yelled again, his voice breaking a bit. you were going to say something, only you got cut off by the line ending, meaning he had hung up on you. but you received a text from him soon after.

i hope you know this relationship is over, don’t try to call or text me again

“hey, you okay?” brendan asked you later that day, bringing out of the weird trance you were in.

“huh?”

“are you okay?” he asked again, his voice full of concern. the two of you were just sitting on his couch, watching whatever game was on at the moment.

“i, uh, i talked with jack this morning.” you said slowly, and you could feel the boy next to you tense up.

“oh.”

“i-i told him.” you told him, a shaky breath leaving his mouth after.

“was he- was he mad?”

“yeah. he broke up with him.”

“i’m sorry--”

“it wasn’t your fault, bren.” you cut him off, and even though part of it was his fault, it was also yours.

“yes it was, i knew you guys were dating and i still did it. plus, i kissed you, not the other way around.” he said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder. you were about to answer him when you got a facetime call from quinn.

“did you and briss really sleep together?” he quickly asked as soon as you accepted him call, making flinch a bit. but there wasn’t any anger or hatred behind his voice, if anything he sounded excited.

“oh my god, you guys totally did! finally!” he cheered with a laugh when you didn’t answer him. you looked over at brendan confused, but he had the same expression as you on his face.

“uh, excuse you?”

“oh come on, don’t act all clueless. don’t get me wrong, loved you with jack, but the sexual tension between you and briss has been insane since you guys were like 15. and briss is like head over heels in love with you, and clearly are too but you just don’t know it yet. anyways, i gotta go, keep me updated on this though!” he explained before hanging up and an awkward silent grew in brendan’s living room.

quinn clearly didn’t know that briss had been sitting right next to you, making brendan wiggle awkwardly in his seat as quinn spoke about him. it was silent for a couple of minutes before you finally spoke.

“is it true? w-what quinn said.”

“yeah.” brendan answered with a sigh, his eyes looking down at his lap.

“bren--”

“you don’t have to say anything, y/n. we can just pretend this never happened or whatever.” he cut you off, his voice full of sadness.

“what if i don’t want to?” you said, making him quickly look over at you.

“what?”

“bren, that night, and not just when we came back here, but the whole night, i loved it. i had more fun just in those couple of hours than i have in the number of days i’ve spent in new jersey with jack.”

“r-really?”

“yeah. but, i still love jack. and like, i’ll need some time--”

“yeah, no, for sure. whatever you need, y/n/n.” he said with a smile on his face before wrapping his arms around you.

#bri's briss day #bri writes #brendan brisson #jack hughes #brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson blurb

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