#leftover gif spam time!!!
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Is a househusband kink a thing?? Because that's what this is. @lunar-years @tastytesticles
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Christopher Eccleston spam → part 44/∞
The Leftovers. 2014-2017. 2x05
#christopher eccleston#cecclestonedit#theleftoversedit#the leftovers#matt jamison#christopher eccleston spam#by angelic37#every time matt-centric episodes are mindblowing#such a gray character
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Ghostface | Pt.1
Pairing: Ghostface x female!reader
Prompt/summary: Being home alone was supposed to be the highlight of your week, but instead of a relaxing night off from work with the house to yourself, you’re tormented by a mysterious masked figure. Thinking that you were going to find yourself dead, you did what the man said in hopes of ending up alive. Instead you find yourself in a whirlwind of emotions with the man that claims he knows you.
Word count: 4.2K
Warnings/contents: Smut: Fingering and oral, unprotected sex. Strong language.
Notes: Unrealistic, just how I like my smut. Is this boring or have I proofread and changed things too many times that now I hate it?
You can read part 2 here!
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The actress on the television screamed loudly, waking you from your light slumber. With a yawn, you stretched your arms out above your head and barely made the effort to peek open your eyes. The room was completely dark other than the light from the television. The original Halloween movies had been on your ‘to-watch list’ for quite some time now, and you decided to take your first day off in a few weeks to finally sit down, relax, and watch them.
Unfortunately, working so many consecutive hours had made you so exhausted that you fell asleep near the beginning of the movie.
With a sleepy groan, you sat up and looked at the mess that was on the coffee table in front of you. An opened, half-empty can of soda sat beside empty take-out containers of leftover food from the other night. You stood, grabbing the trash and bringing it to the empty garbage can in the kitchen and headed for the sink to wash your hands in cold water, hoping that it may wake you up.
That was how that worked, right?
Your phone started to ring on the kitchen counter; you had left it there earlier in the night, knowing that nothing was going to distract you from the movie series. You assumed that it was simply your mother, calling in to check on the house and yourself. It was only 9 o’clock at night and you knew that she was worried about you. Despite being a fully grown adult yourself, this was the first time that you had ever been alone for so long.
However, it was hard to enjoy your week alone in the house when she was always calling.
By time that you dried your hands and made it to the counter, the call had ended. An unknown number popped up on your screen, along with a few messages from your friend about this guy that she was interested in. You leaned against the counter, clicking her messages and going to reply to her ramblings: “The way his hair smells is heavenly, (y/n)” was the last text you had received.
You chuckled and quickly typed out a response: “Why do you even know that?”
Before you could even turn your phone off, bubbles on her end of the chat thread popped up: “We’re studying together tonight, remember?” (You hadn’t) “I need you! Where have you been??”
You replied quick: “Asleep. Work has been draining me. I say just go for it.” You watched the bubbles in a trance, but before her message came through you were cut out of your thoughts by the sight of your own face when the screen darkened as another call came in. Your eyes darted to the top of the screen, expecting to see your mothers contact photo, but instead you frowned.
“No called ID?” You asked aloud, though you assumed that it would stop in a second; you had been getting a lot of spam calls recently and that was often how they came through to you and then left a voicemail about your crippling debt— that you didn’t have. When the call didn’t stop after a few rings, you decided to answer it, knowing they’d leave you a voicemail anyways; maybe telling them to fuck off would get you off their list for being rude at whatever time it was there. “What?” You spoke plainly, assuming that a computer like voice of some overworked and underpaid person was going to be on the other end of the line.
Instead, you were met with a distorted male voice that you had never heard before.
“Hello, (y/n).” You frowned again, wondering if one of your friends was trying to play a prank on you; it was the most logical thought you could come up with at the moment.
“Who is this?”
“I’ll give you three guesses.” You paused for a moment, wracking your brain for one of your friends that would want to do this at 9 o’clock at night on your only night off in weeks.
“Randy?”
“No.”
“Stu?”
“Nope.”
“Tatum? Sidney?” The sound of them tutting their tongue on the other end cut you off.
“I said you get three guesses.”
“And I was wrong on all of them, I obviously don’t even know you. So are you going to tell me who you are or what?” You asked irritably. You didn’t want to play any of their games tonight.
“I was going to, but now you’ve broken the rules.”
“Alright, well I’m gonna hang up then. Call me back when you decide to lose the voice.” You went to bring your phone away from your ear before the voice spoke again, this time in a softer, smoother tone.
“Hey— wait. Don’t hang up.” You sighed and walked towards the sofa again. “What are you doing all alone tonight?” You were going to answer before you hesitated, even stopping your movement.
How did he know you were alone? It had to be someone you were close to. It couldn’t be your friend— she was with that guy. Nothing would keep her from him. Mustering your bravest tone, you spoke again.
“I’ll tell you when you tell me who the fuck you are.” Again, the stranger tutted their tongue.
“Someone sure doesn’t have any manners.” Your phone buzzed against your face from the messages that your friend was sending you, but you were far too distracted to think about replying right now. “Shouldn’t you be nicer to people that you don’t know?” When you were quiet, the stranger spoke again. “Let’s play a game.”
“What is this— Saw?” You scoffed. “I’m not going to wake up in some death trap am I? I’d like to keep my skull in-tact, not ripped apart by some skull-crusher-doodad-two-hundred-fifty-three.” A chuckle emitted from the stranger— it made your arm break out in goosebumps.
Who was this prick?
“I want you to answer a few simple questions. If you win, you get a prize. If I win, I do.”
“What’s my prize?”
“You’ll find out if you win.” Before you could speak, the stranger cut you off. “Question one: who was Dr. Lawrence locked in the bathroom with in the first Saw movie.” With a sigh, you decided to play along. What was the worst that happened? It was probably just some fifteen year old kid and his friends doing prank calls to whoever answered.
“Adam.”
“Very good.” The stranger praised you. “Who created Pet Cemetery?”
“Stephen King,” you answered as if the person on the other line should have given you something harder. “How many questions is there going to be?”
“Almost there.” He spoke. “When did the original Halloween come out?” You glanced towards the movie case that was sitting on the television stand; how would he know if you cheated?
Instead, you trusted your memory.
“1978…?” Things were quiet for a moment; did you get it wrong? You were about to reach for the case when the stranger spoke up again.
“You sure know your movies.”
“They were easy questions.”
“Bonus round: where am I?” He spoke, ignoring you.
You scoffed.
“Let me think— your house?” Your eyes rolled, but he spoke again— this time in a tone that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly got an intense feeling of pure dread that only the horror of the unknown could duplicate.
“No. Try again.”
“A creepy alleyway?”
“Closer than that.” You swallowed hard and peeked out of the door to your backyard. It was pitch black and the reflection from the television was the only thing you could see. “Warmer.” Your breath audibly hitched in your throat.
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Closer than that.” Wordlessly, your mouth dry and cottony, you stood and crept towards the backdoor. You flipped the light on and looked around. “I said that I was closer than that.” You were afraid to turn your back on the window, but the sudden fear that he was right behind you crept up your spine; you eyed your reflection in the window and tried seeing behind you in case he popped out of nowhere.
“What is this? Good luck guessing exactly what I’m doing to try and freak me out?” The person on the other end of the line didn’t respond, but you knew that he was still there. You clenched your jaw and turned, looking around your perfectly quiet house. Your eyes locked onto the pantry that was in the kitchen.
There was no way that he was in here, right? You would have known.
But your nap. You were asleep for the good half of two hours. He could have snuck into your house without you even knowing.
But wouldn’t you be able to hear him clearly if he was in the house let alone in the pantry?
Still, worry itched at the back of your throat as you took a few tentative steps towards the walk-in pantry. You had to know.
Your hands were clammy as you reached for the handle and quickly slammed it open. A breath left you when there was nothing there but a few bags of cereal, chips, and dry foods in there. Your body started to relax before a devious chuckle made your entire being stiffen once again.
“Try again.”
“If you’re in my fucking house I’m going to kill you.” You spoke, knowing that the only thing you really had to defend yourself was all the way upstairs by your bed. A metal baseball bat that you had always dreamed of slamming into someones kneecaps.
But he wouldn’t know you were defenseless, would he?
“How will I give you your prize if you kill me?” The strangers voice was patronizing.
“What if I don’t want what you have to give me?”
“You don’t get to choose.” Things were quiet for a moment before you spoke again.
“Are you in a closet?”
“No.”
“Under a bed?”
“No.” Your eyes landed on the basement door; it was mostly for storage, but it was unfinished and it had always scared you. Ever since you were little you’d hated going down there.
“Are you in the basement?”
“No.”
“You wouldn’t tell me if I guessed right, would you?” Your voice was low, almost breathless now.
“No.”
“I don’t want to play your games anymore.”
“You don’t get that choice either.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“You failed that game before; do you really want to again?”
“I’m gonna call the cops.”
“They won’t be here by the time I get to you.”
“What do you want?” You asked, trying not to sound desperate as your voice strained.
“You.” His words were simple and completely unhelpful.
“Me? To what? Be dead? Strung up like a Halloween prop?” The stranger hummed for a moment as if he was thinking.
“Close enough.”
“Why don’t you just come out and kill me already? You know nobody else is home.”
“I know everyone is gone for the week.” Was all he said.
“Do I know you?”
“Yes.”
“Then what’s to stop me from going to the cops when I find out exactly who you are— because I will find out.”
“If you do that, I’ll have to kill you— and I don’t want to do that. I always have my eyes on you, (y/n). Always.” The floorboards in the other room by the front door creaked, and you couldn’t help but feel as if that was on purpose. You swallowed the lump in your throat, grasping one hand against the flat wall and creeping towards the hallway. Nobody was in there.
“Would you just come out? Please? I’d like to think that I deserve to see you if you’re going to kill me.”
“Not tonight. If you behave, maybe never.”
“There’s nothing I can do anyways. You know I don’t have anything to hurt you with and you’re clearly ready for anything I could possibly do. Just come out.” Things were silent for a moment, so you spoke again. “Please? I… I guess I’m ready for my prize. I won, right?” You looked around the room when floorboards creaked again, but you were alone. Things were deadly quiet in the house. “Hello?” You had previously heard quiet breathing on the other end of the line: now, there was nothing.
You pulled your phone back from your face and sighed when you saw it light up to the text messages from your friend. Your legs were frozen to the ground as you shoved your phone into your pocket. You faced a doorway, but your back was to another.
Somehow, speaking to the man made everything less scary. At least you would have had a better chance to know when he was getting closer. Now you were left in dead silence, only hearing the wind howling outside.
Terror like you had never felt before made your nipples harden when the floorboards behind you creaked. Your breath was quick to pick up in heaves as you slightly turned your head to the side. You knew that he was behind you now, but you couldn’t move. Your hands shook as you forced your eyes shut, squeezing them tightly, waiting for something— anything— to happen.
But nothing did. The suspense was eating away at your skin.
With one quick, bold movement, you turned and moved to the side to press your back against the wall by the staircase. You were hoping that there would be nothing there like before, but instead you were faced with a tall, masked figure in a Halloween costume you had seen in the store earlier this month. He stood only a few feet away from you with a knife glistening in his gloved hand.
“Fuck… shit… fuck…” You mumbled beneath your breath. “This is some kind of a prank, isn’t it?” Your heart jumped when the figure took a slow step towards you. “What are you going to do to me?” You asked, angry with yourself for how fearful your voice sounded. You knew that it was just what the man wanted. “If my prize is getting gutted, I don’t want it.” As you spoke, the knife seemed to disappear up the sleeve of the costume he wore as he took another step closer to you. “I swear to fucking—“
“You shouldn’t swear.” The man cut you off, sounding the exact same in person as he had over the phone. Smooth and sensual, terrifying and mysterious. The man took another step towards you, only stopping when he was so close that you could hear his breathing behind the mask. “Don’t you want your prize?” Your hands were quickly grabbed by his hand, and when you struggled, his impossible grasp only got tighter as he yanked you close against him. You closed your eyes and turned your head as the mouth of the plastic mask bumped against your cheek. “Why are you so scared, (y/n)? I thought that you weren’t ever afraid.” His voice was low. When you were quiet, the man yanked at you again. “I asked you a question.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” You asked shakily. “If you’re going to kill me then would you just do it?” You finally looked at the man, eyes searching where his were behind the mask but finding nothing.
“I told you— I’m not going to kill you.” You let out a quiet sigh— in relief? Because you had been so afraid you forgot how to breathe? You didn’t know, but your entire body was still stiff. “Go upstairs.” The man said as he took a step back.
Finally, your feet moved. You hoped that the man would leave if you did what he said. He changed his grasp on your wrist and guided you up the stairs. You were surprised that you didn’t feel the sharp point of a knife against your back.
The only prize that you wanted was to wake up safe in your home in front of the television and this man being gone from your life forever.
You wondered how he knew your room so well as he nudged you in the direction of your bedroom. Was it a lucky guess or had he been watching you for longer than you could have ever known?
When you stepped inside, the light was flipped on, the door shut, and shortly afterwards you were shoved onto your bed. Everything looked normal in your room— it was clear that however long he had been in your house, he hadn’t touched a single thing— or he’d done everything right to keep things looking the same. But why would he care about that if it was just you anyways?
You looked at the man and clenched your jaw.
“I don’t think I want what you have to give me anymore.” The man didn’t speak, instead he pulled his gloves off and let them fall onto the end of the bed. You moved back on your bed until your back pressed against the headboard when he pressed a knee onto the end of your bed. The man pretended as if he hadn’t heard you— or maybe he simply didn’t care at all that you had spoke— and reached forward with two pairs of handcuffs in his grasp.
It was cold as he clamped it around your wrists and then to the bars on the headboard. You looked almost pleadingly at the man as he leaned back.
“I won’t say anything if you just leave. I promise.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke, pulling a thick piece of black cloth from inside of the robe he wore. He leaned back in as you gave a shaky breath and blocked your eyes, tying the soft fabric in a tight knot behind your head.
You didn’t think that this could get worse, but being deprived of your vision was the cherry on top.
Cold metal pressed gently to your collarbone, sliding slowly across your skin and making you shiver. You knew exactly what it was and gulped as the knife lowered your shirt to expose your cleavage— or what was there with you not wearing a bra to hold your breasts up. Within a quick instant, the knife pulled away and your shirt was ripped in the middle. It was shoved to the side, exposing your bare breasts; the fan overhead was quick to harden your nipples which earned a devious chuckle from the man who easily lifted your hips and slid your pajama pants and underwear off.
You squirmed against the man who was quick to press the knife to your throat.
“Watch it or I’ll tie your legs down, too.” His hands grasped at your hips— shockingly warm and strong enough to leave a bruise as he lifted you up and rested the back of your knees over him. You squeezed your eyes shut so tight that it hurt, expecting the man to slam his dick inside of you. Instead, you gave a shock gasp when a warm tongue slid along your entrance. The mans tongue moved to press to your clit as two of his fingers pressed to your entrance. “You seem like you might be enjoying this.” He spoke as he was easily able to shove a finger inside of you. “Maybe you’re just as slutty as I imagined you were— getting turned on by a stranger fucking you.”
You had to admit, it was hard to keep quiet. Despite your fear, the mans finger was pressing just right inside if you and it had been a long time since someone had given you head— especially the amazing way that he was as his tongue swirled around your clit. You panted quietly and squirmed, unable to stop yourself as you gave out a low whimper.
A second finger pushed inside of you, teasing your insides with slow rubs as he sucked on your clit. You gave another soft moan, your toes curling as the man started to pump his fingers inside of you. You bit down on your lip, trying not to be too loud and express the pleasure that he was unfortunately making you feel— but it wasn’t working. It would have been impossible for the man not to notice your excitement as you squirmed against him— this time not being told to hold still like before.
Gently, unnoticeably to you, the man grinded himself against your bed.
This was something that he had wanted— craved— for so long.
Every little whimper, whine and moan that left you made his cock twitch as he fingered you, hitting spots that made you want to scream out in euphoria. You’d never been able to keep very quiet in bed, but this time you were given more reasons not to; most men you had sex with were mediocre, but even this was making you nearly unravel.
“Ooh— fuck,” you moaned out, broken with pleasure. Right afterwards, everything stopped. The man moved his fingers from inside of you, his mouth left you, and the bed shifted. The tickle of the costume that he wore tickled you as he leaned over you and pressed two wet fingers to your bottom lip.
Obediently, you opened your mouth and let him shove his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, unable to see the quick lick of his lips as he watched you and reached to grope at your breast.
Nothing was said as the man pulled his fingers out of your mouth and moved. You heard the sound of a zipper as the bed creaked. You couldn’t help the twitching ache inside of you— certainly not when the strangers warm cockhead slid teasingly against your clit. You gave a shiver and a soft whimper, shifting on the bed as the head of his cock pushed inside of you.
Once he was slightly inside, he grasped at your thighs tight and lifted them around his waist, moving closer to you as he started to push himself inside of you. The stranger didn’t start slow— instead he was working inside of you as if he had been fucking you all night long. He teased you with rough thrusts, shoving himself all of the way inside of you before pulling back out and fucking your entrance with the tip of his cock.
By now you weren’t trying to contain the moans that were spilling out of your mouth. Occasionally the stranger would give soft grunts that you could barely hear against your own desperate sounding moans.
Your nipples tingled as he shoved all of himself inside of you again. This time, he stayed close, choosing not to tease you like before. Instead, he let you give into the pleasure that you were feeling— and clearly returning. The man grunted and breathed heavily as you clenched around him. His constant thrusts edged you towards an orgasm— one that nearly had you screaming as you came around his cock.
The man reached down, his fingers rubbing your clit— quickly— something that made you squirt around his cock and buck your hips against the man as overstimulation hit you. He didn’t stop this time either, grasping your hip tight with his free hand and continuing to thrust inside of you fast and hard. You moaned out desperately as his thrusts slowly became less methodical and started to become sloppy, but you gave a final loud scream when he thrusted inside of you one more time in a way that made your stomach churn.
He gave three more gentle, slow thrusts inside of you before he left you.
The man set your shaky legs down on the bed and moved to stand up. Nobody had ever cum inside of you before, and yet you knew exactly what the sensation felt like right now. The sound of a zipper hit your ears again, and soon after your hands were released from the handcuffs. Before he moved back, he leaned close— his face bare as his breath hit your cheek.
“Don’t move.” You nodded and waited, listening to his soft footsteps receding from the bed. The room suddenly went quiet.
You took a moment to catch your breath, hesitating for a few minutes before reaching up to pull the blindfold off of your eyes and down your neck. The room was empty, dead silent as if you had imagined everything. The only thing that let you know it was real was the wet spot beneath you on the bed and the ache deep inside of you.
Your window was left open, blowing in warm summer air and making the light curtains flow in the breeze as you shakily stood. Looking out of the window, you hoped to catch one final glimpse of the man.
But there was nothing. Only the fabric swaying slightly in the wind.
You closed the window, locking it and double checking after you shut your curtains, before you moved and sat on the end of your bed, still naked with a ripped shirt barely covering you. With a sigh, you pushed your hair back and looked around the empty room again. With one final, airy sigh, you spoke aloud to yourself.
“What the fuck.”
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☆ we've met again ft michael kaiser
synopsis: Four years past since you left and raised his kid alone until fate decides to bring him back to the picture.
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─── ୨୧ notes: Is the fandom dying?? Why hadn't my post gotten as many hype as before lmao! It's sad but anyway I'm back with another drabble to feed you all!! Happy reading everyone xoxo!
You hastily pick up your car key and grab a few of your works essential stuffing them inside your suitcase. Your four-year-old son is by the patio sitting and playing games with his nanny when you tread to him 'Kay, mama had some work to do. I promise I'll be back for dinner. Be a good boy for me and do not cause trouble alright? Have a nice day at school.: He nods putting down his gadget, and wrapping his arms around your neck to hug you 'I love you' You give the side of his head a chaste kiss before letting go.
'I had some leftovers from last night you can use as his lunch and as for the dinner I'll just buy takeouts.' You inform his nanny giving her an advance payment before you left the house.
You drove to your office receiving an unknown call on the way. You pick it up and greet the caller but silence. They said nothing before it abruptly ended. You stare at your phone before shaking your head. It didn't occur to you about anything serious as you continue steering the car and parked at the basement parking lot.
Your secretary, Miss. Juliette is already by the automatic door waiting for you with a clipboard in her hands. You got out of the car and rush to her 'What's my schedule for today?' You punch the elevator button while your secretary notify you about every single of your tasks today.
You got a lunch with one of your important client, a meet -up with your temporary business partners and a dinner with another client -
'Cancel my dinner with Mr. Han. I'm having dinner with Kayden tonight.' Juliette didn't need to be asked twice knowing how firm you can be when it comes to your son. For him, everything comes first. No matter how important your job is. She immediately postponed the dinner meeting to another date before moving along with you to your cabin.
'Do you need your coffee today?' You rapidly nod and start doing your tasks, bringing out works and files so that you can finish faster. 'Make it two, I need extras.' You lend a sweet smile before you got to work.
The clock almost strikes six - just enough time for you to finish all of your work for the day and get the takeouts you ordered online. You pack your stuff and your necessities when your phone rang for the nth times of the day. You didn't think twice before picking up 'Hello?' It was silence... Again before a sharp and low 'Hey' is heard.
You blink in surprise asking them to know who they are but no answer and it ended again. You rolled your eyes and left the room to the car park. Yo throw away your bag in the back seat and resounded the car, cooling off the engine and blowing on some loud music to distract you from the suspicious spam calls.
'Yes, thank you so much! Have a nice day!' You rolled up the window putting down the food beside you on the shotgun seat. You maneuver the car to Kayden's school in silence but the radio.
You arrive at Kayden school's main gate and got out to meet with his teacher 'Hello ma'am. I'm here to pick Kayden up.' She was looking at you back and forth 'A man has already picked him up claiming to be your husband. Kayden went along with him.' You started to panic bringing out your phone and calling his nanny asking her to come by his school and help you look around.
You bow down at his teacher and run around the neighborhood, looking for your son. Thick tears threaten to fall when you look around but find him nowhere.
You call for his name again but are abruptly interrupted when you see a vogue silhouette of your son with a familiar blond and blue streaks hair sitting together on a bench near the playground.
'Kayden!' You yelled his name averting his whole attention toward you 'Mama!' He cries out running your direction to hug your trembling form 'You scared me!' You scolded him with tears now cascading down your cheeks 'I'm sorry...' You sigh tightening your hug and breaking it off after some moments.
You suddenly remembered the familiar blond guy with your son 'And who are you with-'
'He is with me.' The familiar voice brings you out of your trance. You pick Kayden up and rush away but he holds your hand 'I met him already, no need to hide away.' You carefully yank his hand away and sigh.
You put Kayden down and hide him behind you out of instinct.
His irises collided with yours, the identical smile adorning his complexion. 'This weird uncle said that he's my father. I don't believe him because he is so ugly. I don't have an ugly father right, ma? I'm too handsome to be his son.' He absentmindedly roasted his biological father that succeeded to bring a smile and a chuckle from you.
You pull his hand gently and turn to Kaiser 'He got all your traits.' You mentioned bringing confusion written all over Kayden's face.
'You are making my mama cry.' He said creating a dagger on Kaiser 'Am not.' He challenged, his hand on his midriff with his head tilt aside 'You are. If you are my father then you are the reason my mama cried almost every day because... She missed you.' A soft gasp elicited from you, your eyes sheet moist with tears once more.
'Then tell her, she should've not run away.' Kaiser held your hand, one brow furrowing. You push him away and wipe your tears. 'Kayden, stop spouting nonsense.' He huffs and pouts away.
'How do you find out about us?' He shrug 'I had my ways and that is not your concern. Not at all.' He lifts your chin and smirks 'You are still as beautiful as I remember.' You scoff but could not help the bright red hue on your cheeks.
'And I suppose it was you too, the one that's been calling me?' He laughs but nodded 'But I'm sure with my calls it helps to remind you of one thing.'
'And that is...?'
'It would be dangerous for such a gorgeous lady as you to be in a house that's not with your husband.'
'Can you stop flirting with my mama, weird uncle.' Kaiser is about to bite the tongue of his son but you prevent him from doing so 'Kay, I need you to start getting along with this uncle from now on.' He groan cut obligated
'Do you finally accept me back? Oh, and I need an explanation as to why you left. It can't be because of you are pregnant...' You look down at Kayden and ignored his question.
His mouth formed an 'o' shape but then he smiles 'I guess I can forgive you.'
'I think I need some time...' You suddenly mention making Kaiser confused 'About what?' You held his forearm 'About us.'
He nods picking Kayden up and make him yelps in surprise 'Sure. Let's go now little K.'
He places an arm around your waist and the other used to hold Kayden. You smile feeling somehow relieved - Kaiser and Kayden ended up bickering as to who you loves more all the way home and they both get a nice scolding after.
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Hey Bonny💕 I have this idea of Idol!JK with hybrid!reader and Jungkook's recent livestreams. Just her playing with Bam and Army’s being curious about her, maybe. Maybe she has the night zoomies. It’s just an idea. I hope you have a wonderful day💜
I've made this so it basically belongs to the whole BTS x Husky!Reader idea!
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"oh? 'Who's in the background?' you ask?" He reads a comment out loud, before looking behind him, spotting Bam dropping down to a playful invite, before you run after the pup playfully, the dog chasing you in exchange seconds after into the other room. "Ah, yes! I got two puppies at my home currently!" He laughs into the camera. "The members are a little busy right now, so she's staying with me." He informs the fans, who all spam hearts in the chat, as well as requests to see you. "Hm she's a bit shy, but let's see if she wants to say hi." He chuckles, turning around on the couch. "Snowball!" He chuckles, earning an immediate reaction from you at the nickname.
He can see your tail wagging wildly, and he can't help but smile when Bam jumps up at you, licking your face. "Bam, careful." He gently commands his dog, who pants heavily after his play-session with you. "You wanna come to me, say hi to Army?" He wonders at you now, and you hesitate a little, out of view of the camera for the most past. The room you're standing in is dark, your outlines barely able to be picked up by the stream, only your wagging tail occasionally.
You decide to go closer though, well aware that nothing can happen. Everyone knows you're with the guys all the time, and you know most fans actually adore you a lot. So you walk towards the back of the couch where you lean over, waving at his phone. "Pretty Puppy' Yes, I agree!" Jungkook laughs at the comments, while you're suddenly more interested in the food he's got on the table. "You wanna have the leftovers?" He asks, noticing the way you've started to lean over the back of the couch, and you nod. "Come here then." He pats the sofa, and you climb over the couch instead of walking around it, making him laugh as he holds a hand in front of the edge of the table so you won't accidentally hurt yourself. "Here, I'll get you something for that.." He mumbles, getting up to get some protection for your hands so you won't stain them with the grease. He knows you'll be licking your fingers for hours otherwise.
While he's gone, you shyly wait in front of the eyes of thousands of fans, many hybrids now spamming compliments and hearts in the chat for you to see, making your tail wag, especially when the shipping tag for you and Jungkook is used. "There you go." Jungkook offers you the gloves, so you can eat while he continues to entertain the fans for the rest of the livestream.
He's happy even when turning of the camera- well aware that his situation with you is something rarely seen in the industry. He's glad you're so well liked and even loved by many, having feared in the beginning that they all would have to hide you away like a secret. But they don't have to, they can show you off like you deserve to be; and for him, you also provide some comfort in times of the band being a bit split apart.
He really loves you, not only as a friend. And he hopes you love him too, one day.
#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts imagine#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook imagine#jeon jungkook imagine#bts jungkook imagine#bts jungkook x reader#bts jungkook fanfic#hybrid reader
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I’m going anon to not start unnecessary shit but it’s funny how I was just reading some leftover comments on that whole “they are based on villains “ fiasco with *you know who*
and I had a moment of “damn that blog name sounds super familiar? But I don’t think I follow anyone like this?”
And you know why that name turned out to be familiar? Because they have done this bs before
All the unnecessary discourse where they are 1. Rude 2. Acting like their opinion is the only one valid therefore you are an awful person 3. Spamming and making vague call out posts after someone blocks them :)) they just can’t seem to fathom that a post with a word limit isn’t the same as everything you thought and your intention while writing it 😱
Anyway I’m glad it’s over nuit, you handled it very maturely and them driving you into a corner and not letting the needless discussion end just says a lot about them
I hope you feel better dear, love you lots
Literally so rude💀 ngl tho I do remember them arguing with someone that one time last summer or something and I thought that was funny.
I knew they blocked before but to unblock me to start with me. I ain’t the one 💕 so I’m glad they blocked me and I blocked them.
Yeah literally I felt like I had to end it. They were missing the point what I was saying. It was going nowhere and I felt like I had to repeat but like I have life to go on. Arguing over fiction is just a big waste of time for me. We can agree to disagree but don’t try me.
Thank you Anon for sending this lovely message to me 💕🤗
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🤍 for your favorite ship, Pine! As many points as you want.
Hey Shy! I'm afraid my fave ship isn't one from a fandom you know but i'll go for it anyway! Thank you for sending the ask, I love doing these <3 <3 <3
This is gonna be for Matoba Seiji/Natsume Takashi, from Natsume's Book of Friends!
Who cooks meals for the other?
Matoba cooks at first, just because he likes to spoil Natsume, but once he gets Natsume to live with him, he lets the chef cook~ Every so often on birthdays and minor holidays, Natsume will cook, just because such a personal gesture always makes Matoba melt like goo from the love.
Who spams the other with memes?
Natsume doesn't know what a meme is, he thinks the funny pictures Matoba sends him are ones he took and made himself. Like a mom.
Who likes to tidy around the house?
Natsume does, leftover anxiety from his rough past with parents and parental figures. He thinks, on some level, that if he cleans, Matoba won't think he's a burden and abandon him. Once he moves into the Matoba compound, everything is done for him by maids and shiki, so he gets in a lil bit of a tiff over it, but Matoba is sure to calm him down~ Can't have the wifey worrying!
Who likes to play pranks on the other?
Matoba does, but that's just his twisted sense of humor coming out. Natsume is just a big ball of anxiety when it comes to their relationship so he doesn't dare for a long time, but when he does Matoba finds them adorable. When they're a bit older, Natsume likes to poke fun at their age gap (which i headcanon as bigger because why not :p) by buying him a "Sex After 40" book that just has blank pages inside 😭that just prompts Matoba to prove him wrong, (un)fortunately.
Who asked the other to move in with them?
Matoba asked. Natsume, when they started dating, would have never had the courage in a million years, so Matoba just kind of kidnapped him and said "this is your home now, go to school, come back before midnight". He tried to make it as clear as possible that he wouldn't let Natsume leave even if he sincerely wanted to and didn't just want to flee out of anxiety, but also that Natsume didn't need to answer to him if he wanted to go out somewhere or do something.
(as you may have noticed, I like my relationships a lil... spicy. But you have my discord lol, you already knew)
Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?
Natsume. Matoba likes certain music but he prefers to chat in the car, so he lets Natsume pic. When Natsume finally hears his music taste, he nearly has a heart attack from the shock- who knew that the scion of the Matoba clan would like rap?
Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?
Matoba. He likes to touch Natsume, and he loves the uncontrollable laughter, so he does it whenever they're both in a good mood. Natsume has tried on occasion, but Matoba is unflappable.
Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?
Matoba needs to comfort Natsume lol. The both of them don't like horror in the first place- enough of that irl for the both of them- but Matoba is at the stage where nothing phases him at all, whereas Natsume is still getting his emotional bearings with dealing in the supernatural.
Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?
Matoba has to help Natsume. He's had the best of the best since he was a kid, and Natsume didn't even have a phone until the Fujiwara's gave one to him, so he's a little clueless. Matoba never minds though~ He loves taking on a caretaker role for Natsume, no matter how much it embarrasses him.
Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?
Natsume can't stand it, so Matoba 100%. Lil kissy here, lil grope there, just enough to keep Natsume on his toes so he'll be all pouty. Matoba never does anything but put a protective arm around Natsume in public though- he never wants anyone to see his precious little gem the way Matoba has the privilege to.
Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?
Matoba rises with the sun, but Natsume tends to have yokai-filled surreal dreams so he sleeps longer to make up for it. Sometimes, when they're sleeping close, they share dreams through their power, and Matoba can only describe it as weird. Natsume is privy to the same world he sees, but yokai just like him more- that's why they're always tormenting him, even in his dreams 😂
Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?
Natsume. When Matoba wants a picture he'll just snap one, regardless of who what when or why, but Natsume is still too shy to openly take pictures like that for a long time. Matoba is so attuned to Natsume's every action that for a few months, Natsume's only pictures of the man were of the back of his head!
Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?
It's not that Natsume forgets, it's just that Matoba has always somehow paid for everything before Natsume can even think about buying. Remember kids, instead of fighting for the bill at the restaurant, pretend to go to the bathroom, tell the waiter where you were sitting, and let them keep your card to process the order so they never even need to bring the check for your company to fight over~
Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?
Matoba doesn't make a single sound while sleeping, and that disturbed Natsume more than if the man had snored like a lawn mower all night. Natsume doesn't know it, but he snores, just a little bit. Sometimes Matoba will stay awake just to hear it- and as their relationship progresses, Matoba can't sleep without it.
Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?
Matoba bought Natsume video games, but he himself doesn't play. Why escape to video games when you have something unbelievable right before your eyes? When Natsume asked him, though, they made an animal crossing village together.
Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?
Natsume. Matoba is a very light sleeper, and he can't stand Natsume being away from him, so when he can't feel Natsume's presence by the bed anymore, he's wide awake and panicking. He can only fall back asleep once Natsume is in his arms again.
Again, thank you for sending this! I love doing them~
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Module 2: Blog Assignment
Today’s digital media diary was slightly different from the one posted about two weeks ago. The first thing I usually do is check my Gmail from both accounts around 7 am. This I decided to bravely kill two birds with one stone finish this blog assignment along with the extra credit today before 7 am unlike my last post.
5:20 am - logged into Canvas. And watched " In a Nutshell Zuboff: surveillance capitalism and Democracy on YouTube, " about a 17-minute video. After watching the video, I better understand how technology has shaped our lives. I also became aware of the potential hazards of data used in our society. I am now more conscious of the importance of data privacy, even if I have nothing to hide.
YouTube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5AvtUrHxg8A&ab_channel=AlexandervonHumboldtInstitutf%C3%BCrInternetundGesellschaft
5:40 - 6:10 Read the article "Surveillance Capitalism: What It Is and How It Impacts Democracy" and created a mind map of surveillance capitalism. Started writing an essay on the topic. Developed a thesis statement. Researched more information about this topic. Checked the essay for errors. As part of the essay, I wrote a conclusion and submitted it.
6:10 - I posted the final result online on my Tumblr page.
6:26- Responded to Melissa Radojevic by mentioning that I was aware of the issue of data metrics, and posting at such a young age was a blessing. And since then, I have taken extra steps to protect my personal information. I have also been more conscious of my content. Further, I have taken the necessary steps to ensure that my accounts are private and that I only connect with people I trust.
7: 30- 8:15 AM After I shower, I always start my morning with maintenance. I check my email out as much in the spam and check in with all the clubs and my grandmother. I like to do wordle/digits from the New Times. My Grandmother lives in Michigan, so she almost will Always do it before me and often gives me hints. But today, I finished before she did. I also cleaned out my spam from both email accounts and double-checked assignments from my other classes
10:00 am to 12:30 — Pandora (in the background)
I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and take a look at the extra credit. I turn on Pandora working on while I work on today’s blog diary and look at the extra credit. I make sure to take breaks every 15 minutes to stretch and clear my head. I review the content I wrote and make any necessary changes. At 12:30, I'm done with the line, almost done polishing, fixing, and editing grammatical mistakes along the image layout before I post on my Tumblr account.
At 12:45, I'm done with the blog and publish it. I take a break to reward myself for a job well done. I grab leftovers for lunch and a cup of water before moving on to my next task with 3 episodes of Flash.
2:00 p.m. — Finished lunch break after watching 3 episodes of Netflix series (in this class, the Flash. No spoilers, please I am only on Season 2, Episode 13 I have binge watching prior to this post). After lunch, I felt energized and ready to finish the remaining tasks for the day. I then took a quick swim to get some fresh air and get back to work!
I finish up at 4:45 p.m. — Revising my to-do list for tomorrow. Some assignments take longer, especially if they are papers or essays with multiple responses to that one assignment.I try to make sure I'm done with the assignments that require a lot more effort before I leave. That way, I don't have to worry about them the next day and can focus on the smaller tasks. If I need more time, I'll stay a bit later.
5:00 p.m. — I check my emails and respond to any urgent messages.
7:30 pm - 9:00 pm - I finish this assignment and prepare for tomorrow. Didn't have time to do my daily night reading.
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Mistexting Mayhem
Pairing: Nishinoya X Reader
Words: 1.6K
Summary: You accidentally send Nishinoya a text that was meant for Yachi and now he’s knows secrets you were hoping he never found out
A/N: If you think this fic is anything but crack you’re wrong lmao I’ve always wanted to write a fic with this style and Noya is great for the chaos i needed. It was fun
Masterlist
[6:40pm] idiot⚡: look y/n without adhd id be too powerful
i could beet god himself in handtohand combat
god was afraid of my raw fuckin awesomeness wen i bursted from the woom
[6:41pm] y/n: there is so much wrong with what u just said
[6:41pm] idiot⚡: i have absoltly no clue wat
[6:43pm] y/n: put those 3 brain cells to work. I believe in you
[6:43pm] idiot⚡: but theyve reached their daily quota
plz there so tired and overworked
You snorted, a dopey smile on your lips as you laid surrounded by textbooks and homework, swinging your feet in the air behind you. You focused intently on the cell phone in your hand doing everything you could to procrastinate the schoolwork around you.
[6:44pm] y/n: noyas so stupid
[6:44pm] yachi❤: i thought you liked him?
[6:45pm] y/n: jeez Yachi. dont come for my throat
i cant help that i have bad taste 🙄
[6:46pm] yachi❤: if it helps he tripped over a stray ball today
maybe think of that till you don’t like him??
Unfortunately, the image of Nishinoya waving to everyone then biffing it only had you smiling like a dork. How you’d gotten to a point that Nishinoya being an idiot made you swoon, you’ll never know.
You raised your eyebrow suspiciously at the new notification on Snapchat from ‘Tanaka’ and after swiping it open you nearly dropped your phone. Looking back at you was Nishinoya, his head tilted and eyebrow quirked in confusion with a gari-gari kun shoved halfway down his throat. The caption at the bottom reading ‘daaaammn look at your prince charming go 😩’.
You frowned at the picture, letting out a frustrated groan at how your heart accelerated against your ribcage. You quickly tapped out of it and reopened the messenger app.
[6:57pm] y/n: we have to kill Noya
[6:57pm] idiot⚡: we??? what kind of mission is this??? 😤
[6:58pm] y/n: i like him too much. he has to die. its for my own good
You waited impatiently for her response and almost debated doing your homework since it took longer than you felt necessary. You supposed you had suggested murder to Yachi, but still…
When you finally received a response your entire body froze.
[7:11pm] idiot⚡: U LIKE ME?!?!? 😍
UR KILLING ME?!?! 😢
IM SO CONFUSED......
and a lil turned on ngl👀
Your hand covered your mouth in horror as you processed what the hell you had just done. This didn’t happen to people in real life. Mistexting was stuff people made up when they created fake texts for social media to get likes. You didn’t think people actually went through this.
You opened new notifications to escape the hell that stared you straight in the face.
[7:15pm] Tanaka💪: Yo, whatd u do. Whys Noya having a panic attak
[7:16pm] y/n: I accidently texted him instead of Yachi and told him i liked him 😣
[7:16pm] Tanaka💪: O wtf thats hilarious 😂
[7:17pm] y/n: ITS NOT HILArIOUS
[7:18pm] Tanaka💪: Hes askin if its a prank. Wat do i do?
[7:19pm] y/n:I DONT KNOW SDKFHJN IM THE IDIOT WHO STSRTED IT
He stopped responding and you banged your head against your pillow anxiously.
[7:23pm] y/n: YACHI ITOLD NoYA I LKED HIM AND NOU HE NOS WAY DO JI DO!?!????! 😭😭😭
[7:23pm] idiot⚡: THIS ISNT YACHI!!!!
HOLY FUKC U DO LIEK ME!!!
You screamed into your pillow. Were you fucking kidding? This could not be happening.
[7:25pm] Tanaka💪: dude, twice? i cant save u now 🤪
[7:25pm] y/n: betraying me in my time of fucking need? i’ll remember this asshole
[7:26pm] Tanaka💪: so vulgar 👀
You growled at Tanaka’s uselessness and bravely peeked through one eye as you went back to your conversation with Nishinoya.
[7:24pm] idiot⚡: STOP IGNORING ME I KNO UR TEXTING RYU
[7:26pm] idiot: IM GONNA KEEP SPAMMING U TILL U ANSWE RME😤
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[7:27pm] y/n: what is this twitch chat? fuck
[7:28pm] idiot⚡: your heeeeererererreee 🥰
[7:29pm] y/n: soooooo………..
clearly there has been a misunderstanding
[7:29pm] idiot⚡: oh nonono. I understand PERFETCLY. u LOVE me
its ok. this is a safe space. we can discuss feelings 😌
[7:31pm] y/n: there are zero feelings to discuss
[7:31pm] idiot⚡: then y did u say u like me too much so i have to die?
[7:34pm] y/n: i am filled with rage 🤬
[7:34pm] idiot⚡: rage over how much u liiike me???🥰🥰🥰
[7:36pm] y/n: definitely not
You racked your brain for some kind of reasonable sounding excuse, eventually landing on:
[7:36pm] y/n: It was autocorrect
[7:36pm] idiot⚡: HAH????? FROM?????
[7:38pm] y/n: HAH???
....Nora?
[7:38pm] idiot⚡: Who TF is nora???? 😡
[7:39pm] y/n: someoe i like obviously 😏
[7:40pm] idiot⚡: so u like them but u use my name so much it autocorrected to me? 🤔
[7:44pm] y/n: OK MR DETEcTIVE WHERE TF ARE THES BRAIN CELS COMIN GFROM?
[7:45pm] idiot⚡: i pull them out for special ocasions 😌
[7:45pm] y/n: well how bout you pack those up and put em away
[7:46pm] idiot⚡: how bout two people who LIKE each other SAY something so they can DOOOOOOOO something bout IT 🙄
You began typing a frantic message about how it was none of his business until you processed the message. Then you read it over several times before letting out an audible, “what the fuck.”
[7:50pm] y/n: YOU LIKE ME
[7:50pm] idiot⚡: I FLIRT WITH U ALL THE TIME WAT DO U MEAN yOu LiKe Me!?!
FUCKING OBVIOSLY
[7:51pm] y/n: literally when. name one time.
[7:52pm] idiot⚡: I WALK WITH U EVERY MORNING!!!
[7:53pm] y/n: I thought that was a coincidence???
[7:54pm] idiot⚡: I BRNIG U SNACKS DURING LUNCH!!!
[7:54pm] y/n: I thought they were leftovers??
[7:55pm] idiot⚡: …....I call you cute and invite you to my games.
[7:56pm] y/n: you call everyone attractive and i thought there was like a audience quota or something........?
[7:57pm] idiot⚡: ….i cant tell who i should be upset with rn but i think its u 😑
[7:58pm] y/n: WAT WHY!?!
[8:00pm] Idiot⚡: I LIKE U+U LIKE ME=WE LIKE EACH OTHER
[8:01pm] y/n: whoa. slow down. I hate math 😣
[8:02pm] Idiot⚡: ===WE SHUD GO ON A DATE!!!
[8:02pm] y/n: HAH!? i think you started multiplying that addition problem buddy 🤨
Your cheeks were beginning to ache from how wide your dopey grin was. You couldn’t help but tease Nishinoya-it was second nature at this point-even if you now knew your feelings were mutual.
[8:04pm] idiot⚡: i suk at math but thats NOT the point
point iiissss i think deep down u want to hang out and cuddle and fall in love
maybe even..... 😏 kiiisssss
[8:04pm] y/n: WHOA WHOA WHOA
WARN ME BEFORE YOU GET NSFW
i would never premarital eye-contact. let alone k🤢ki-🤢🤢kiss🤢🤮🤮
[8:05pm] idiot⚡: well we would have socks on 🙄
[8:06pm] y/n: oh. well if there’s protection
[8:06pm] idiot⚡: Im not a maniac
[8:07pm] y/n: i suppose as long as you dont do something stoopid
like faceplant in public
that would be humiliating
[8:08pm] idiot⚡: I-
who told you that 😠
[8:08pm] y/n: i have spies everywhere noya
youre never safe
[8:09pm] Idiot⚡: kinda hot 👀
makin me fear for my life like that👀
[8:10pm] y/n: i hate that i like you
It kills me inside
i feel braincels leaving with every conversation
[8:12pm] Idiot⚡: fan behavior 😏
so am i taking u to eat tomorow or wat?
[8:14pm] y/n: if I HAVE to 🙄
[8:14pm] Idiot⚡: No u GET to
I am a fucking delite 😤
[8:15pm] y/n: whatever helps you sleep at night
[8:15pm] Idiot⚡: nothing helps me sleep at night. this mind never rests
[8:16pm] y/n: thinking 24/7 and still not a smart thing comes out of that mouth 👀
[8:17pm] Idiot⚡: yas, bully me more 😫
[8:19pm] y/n: ok thats as much as i can handle for one day......
im gonna pretend to do homework
[8:20pm] idiot⚡: okie... good luck my sweet baby pogchamp 🥰
[8:20pm] y/n: no
[8:20pm] Idiot⚡: 😘😘😘
[8:22pm] y/n: 🙄✋
[8:23pm] Idiot⚡: oh FUCK yas 🥵 shut me UP
[8:25pm] y/n: suddenly all i feel is endless regret
[8:26pm] Idiot⚡: i have that effect on people
See you tomorrow 🥰🥰🥰
[8:27pm] y/n: unfortunately 😘
[8:27pm] idiot⚡: 🥵
You flung an arm over your eyes and let a small giggle bubble up from your chest. Nishinoya was probably the biggest idiot you’d ever met, but you couldn’t help that thinking of spending time with him had you kicking your feet with excitement.
You supposed you should actually get started on your homework. You reached forward when a notification popped up from Yachi, asking if her idea worked and you had stopped liking Nishinoya.
...you should probably break the news, huh?
#nishinoya yuu#nishinoya imagine#nishinoya scenarios#nishinoya yu x reader#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya yu#tanaka ryuunosuke#yachi hitoka#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#hq nishinoya#nishinoya#nishinoya yū#haikyuu#nishinoya yuu x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyu!!#haikyuu x y/n
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Chester Bennington in Linkin Park's performance of The Little Things Give you Away at their Road to Revolution concert, live at Clarkston
Of course there are so many more moments I can use, but this is what I am inspired to do. Maybe next time I'll do a dump/spam of all the leftover Chester gifs. But for now, this is what I'll use for this series.
With that being said, that concludes this series.
#live at clarkston 2007#chester bennington#linkin park#the little things give you away#minutes to midnight#linkin park road to revolution#c-v-c-e gif
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Sick Day
Pairing: Jackson x reader
Word count: 2270
Warnings: none
Synopsis: Jackson stays home sick (and not very willingly lol)
[ 6:00 am ]
Soft gray light seeps around the curtains as you ease into wakefulness. You stretch your arms over your head, finally registering the chime of your alarm. But when you roll over to turn it off, you stop, a mere inch between your nose and Jackson’s back.
You frown at him, not that he can tell, since he’s not supposed to be there. He should be at the gym, or practice, or wherever the hell he needs to be after his ungodly alarm goes off every morning. Baffled, you poke his shoulder. “Jackson?” He groans, and your frown deepens. You sit up, leaning over him, “Are you alright? Is your schedule cancelled?” You squeeze his arm gently to elicit a response.
Jackson cracks his eyes open to look at you, blinking rapidly. Then suddenly his eyes are comically wide and he’s not sliding but falling out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom. “Shit, I’m late,” he says hoarsely.
You sit there, still a bit shocked and not a little groggy, and try to make sense of things. Then you get your act together and go to turn on the coffee machine. When you pop your head in the bathroom, you find Jackson squinting at his phone, toothbrush hanging out the side of his mouth. You hip-check him out of the way as you grab your own brush. “Stop getting distracted if you’re running late,” you mumble around a mouthful of toothpaste.
Jackson starts to respond automatically, and you choke on a laugh as toothpaste dribbles down his chin. This, of all things, seems to cause a Jackson malfunction. He stops there, blinking at his minty goatee in the mirror. With a sigh, you spit and go to help him, taking the toothbrush away before he drops it. You cup his cheek while you wipe off the mess with a damp washcloth, but then you frown, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Holy—Jackson, you’re burning up,” you exclaim. You take his face between your hands and stare him down. “Talk to me. What’s going on, how do you feel?”
He just blinks for a moment, before shaking his head. “I just had a headache is all. Snoozed the alarm. I’m totally fine, I just need to get to the studio for practice.”
“Jackson, how do you feel?” you repeat, holding him still. You sneak a glance at his phone, still unlocked to show you his recent search for natural headache remedies.
He looks sheepish now, “Well, my head hurts.”
You raise one eyebrow at him. “You don’t say. What else?”
He groans, dropping his face in his hands. “I’m fine, I promise. Just a headache.”
“If that’s all it is, take some pain meds and get out,” you challenge him, folding your arms in what you hope is an intimidating stance. You know bullshit when you hear it.
Somehow the pose works. That, or Jackson vividly remembers how you chewed him out for lying and threatened to roast him alive if he ever tried it again. “My throat hurts a bit, and I’m definitely a bit congested. All I need is some tea and a mask and I’ll be fine,” he starts, but stops just as quickly when your glare intensifies.
You rummage around in the closet and find a thermometer, which confirms your suspicions: a fever. “Back in bed after you finish brushing, or I’m withholding any and all sexy activities for a month,” you threaten him into compliance. And you would absolutely uphold that threat, because you know Jackson. He’s always hounding you to stay healthy, but is a definite member of the “do as I say, not as I do” camp of idiots. If you don’t lay down the law now, he’ll continue working himself to death, and then he’ll really be in trouble. Plus he’ll end up getting the other boys sick, and Jackson is enough of a handful on his own without six other boys moaning and groaning.
In the kitchen, you gulp coffee while boiling some water for tea. Your fingers fly, tapping out a message to Jaebeom, knowing he’ll pass along the message.
Jackson’s an idiot and he’s sick, if anyone asks him to come to practice I’ll end them.
Then to Jinyoung:
Can you check on Jackson this afternoon? I have to go to work, but would love it if you could make sure he’s still breathing (and hasn’t tried to leave the apartment). I made kimchi jjigae last night, so there’s leftovers if you want some ❤️
Your phone pings with two positive responses right away, and you nod to yourself. Then you pour a good spoonful of honey in the mug, grab cold medicine, and bring both to Jackson. “Drink this, take this, and go to sleep,” you say, shoving the mug in his hands. “There’s clementines on the counter, plus leftover soup in the fridge. Call me if you need me, especially if you start to feel any worse. Jinyoung will stop by around lunch, and I’ll be back from work in time for dinner. Text me your dumb loopy fever thoughts, okay?” You finally take a breath after spouting off instructions. You’re worried, but now you’re running late. And if he takes a turn for the worse, you can call out of work for the rest of the day.
Jackson just smiles up at you, and you roll your eyes. You can’t help but smile at your precious idiot—he’s already fever loopy. “I love you,” he says.
“I love you more.” You press your lips to the top of his head, then dash to the closet to change into your work clothes.
Even though it’s possibly the fastest strip show in history, Jackson wolf whistles between sips of tea. You chuckle, jiggling yourself into a pair of pants, and he grins shamelessly.
“Ok, I’m off,” you mutter, collecting various odds and ends and cursing to yourself because you’ve definitely forgotten something.
Jackson calls your name as you start to close the bedroom door, and you turn back. His smile softens, and you swear there are hearts in his eyes. “I love you most.”
This time, you really do laugh, and you blow him a kiss goodbye. He’s an idiot, but he’s your idiot.
[ 11:39 am ]
You knew he was going to text you incessantly throughout the day, despite any good intentions, if only because Jackson was not well equipped to be stuck inside an empty apartment all day. Especially when he wasn’t feeling well. At least the texts waited until around ten, when you assume he woke up again. You’d kept an eye out for any bad updates, but hadn’t seen anything to worry you.
After back-to-back meetings, you finally sign off and take a minute to scroll through the memes, YouTube videos, and more. Fortunately, your phone was on silent, because he’d sent you half the internet. The spam tells you he feels okay, all things considered.
I miss you already. I’ve gone through all of your Spotify playlists and now I’m bored
I would spam you with bad jokes, but those don’t work over text
Why don’t we have a dog? Can you bring me a dog on your way home from work?
Why won’t the guys text me back...did you THREATEN THEM? BABEEEEE
Babe
BABE
BABY COME BACK
YOU CAN BLAME IT ALL ON MEEEEE
...princess please answer me I’m dying and I have no one
You can’t stop the smile, knowing he’s doing his best to keep you from worrying, but also that he’s probably stir crazy. You quickly tap out a response:
I’m glad you’re feeling better, or at least pretending. Tell me if you feel worse. Are you drinking water?
He sends you a selfie of him guzzling the glass you left for him. And finally stops texting, which makes you chuckle. A glance at the clock tells you a special visitor should be arriving soon, so you turn back to your computer to get some more work done.
Within fifteen minutes, your phone buzzes again. Jinyoung’s update is quick and to the point: a photo of an exhausted Jackson nearly falling asleep in his soup. That’s enough to send you over the edge, and you laugh out loud, regardless of the thin office walls.
[ 5:49 pm ]
You lock the door behind and toe off your shoes, then pad into the kitchen. You’d stopped by the store on your way home, picking up cold medication and a few ingredients for dinner. Jackson gives you the scare of your life, when you round the corner and find him slumped over the counter.
“Jackson!” you gasp, nearly dropping the shopping bags.
He mumbles incoherently, lifting his head and blinking blearily at you. “Hi princess,” he says with a weak smile.
Now you do drop the bags and round the counter to reach him. You press the back of your hand to his forehead. “Still burning up,” you mutter. “Jackson, why didn’t you call me? And Jinyoung didn’t say you were this miserable.”
He shakes his head at you, hair falling limp over his forehead. “I’m just tired. Apparently I took a nap after he left,” he says sheepishly. Your frown deepens. “It’s just a cold,” he tries to reassure you.
Rolling your eyes at him, you go back to the grocery bags and retrieve the cold medication. “I’ll make dinner and you can go right back to bed, okay? Drink some more water.”
Jackson obeys your gruff instructions, sitting and sipping water while you throw ingredients together for a quick stew. He tries to offer to do the dishes, but you shoo him off for a hot shower. But he doesn’t reach your limit of irritating until he tries to convince you to sleep in the bed while he takes the couch.
“Should I move out? That’s the only way I can be sure I won’t get sick,” you tell him, hands on your hips as you stare him down. Jackson reluctantly puts his pillow back on the bed, prompting you to grab your own, “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Now Jackson is the one rolling his eyes. You huff out a laugh and watch his lips twitch, trying to hold back his smile. “I just worry about you,” he says softly.
You can’t stay mad at that face. Dropping the pillow, you sit on the edge of the bed, patting the space beside you. When Jackson plops down, you bump your shoulder into his. “I wish you would worry about yourself more.”
He knows what you’re getting at. This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation—in the beginning, they were pretty fierce arguments. The two of you are both stubborn, leading to stalemates more often than not. Convincing Jackson to put his health before his work was one of those standoffs.
Jackson doesn’t say anything, but he bumps your shoulder back, so you know the message was received. You smile at him, then poke his side playfully. “I already told Jaebeom you’d be taking tomorrow off.”
He groans, falling back on the bed and throwing an arm across his face. “I can’t afford to miss practice. Comeback is only a few weeks away and—”
“And nothing. You stay home until the fever is gone for twenty-four hours. Or I’m taking you to the doctor, and they’ll tell you worse.”
He simply groans like the drama king he is, and you laugh while you take a blanket and pillow to the couch.
[ 7:24 am ]
You’re dragged into wakefulness by a crick in your neck, a sore throat, and a stuffy nose. You groan, dragging one hand down your face in defeat. Jackson wasn’t going to let this one go...you were in for an earful. Rolling off the couch, you sniffle your way through your morning routine. By the time you’ve called out of work, taken some cold medication, and sat down with your coffee, Jackson is also awake.
He does a double-take when he sees you, “Wait, shouldn’t you be at work by now?”
You grumble, sure he’s figured it out but wants to drive the point home. “I’m sick.”
“I guess you should’ve moved out then,” he jokes, but his expression has never been more serious. It feels like deja-vu, only Jackson is the one checking your temperature and muttering about tea.
“It’s fine, I’ve self medicated like a grown-up,” you say with a smile, but it probably looks more like a grimace. “And I have coffee, go get yourself some tea.”
Ten minutes later, you’re staring down at a horrible green concoction. “Jackson, I’m sorry, but what fresh hell is this?”
“Fruit, vegetables, and whatever else I could find in the fridge. I didn’t put chicken in there, don’t worry. I know how you feel about my shakes.”
You eye him up and down. He doesn’t look much better than yesterday. “You drink it. You need to get your strength back for practice.” Jackson pouts at you, and that’s when you figure it out. “It’s not your fault I’m sick,” you tell him.
He scoffs, “Yes it is.”
You resist the urge to throw something at him. Lovingly, of course. “We’ll just have to agree to disagree then.”
“Fine. But you’re drinking this,” he fires back.
You wince, peering into the cup again. You’re not sure you can trust his ingredient list. “Split it?” you ask, wearing your most angelic smile.
Jackson squirms away from you in fake disgust, “I can’t, there’s cooties!” Then he ducks to avoid the pillow you hurl at him.
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To the Ottomas household! Last time - David moved out, Sharla grew up, Dora died, the twins were born, one was... different-
Samantha: Pop!
Oh, yes, and Samantha’s pregnant with Dora’s LTW 6th grandchild.
Samantha: Time to queue up number seven.
I don’t think it works like that.
Peter: We’re willing to give it a try. For science.
Greg: Bang, you’ve been repo’d!
Can you wait for me to finish makeovers first?
Tommy: No.
Can you wait for me to finish makeovers at least?
Samantha: I HAVE BEEN PREGNANT SINCE JULY 2012! I AM DONE WAITING!
It’s a girl! Meet Stacey Ottomas!
Over to Peter. Now Peter has the fun trait combo of Evil and Kleptomanic, which means he likes to spend all his free time mugging poor Sharla. I guess now I’ll get a proper chance to see how well the pickpocket mood check works!
Peter: I’m thinking a nice painting along this wall.
Sharla: Yes, fine, please let me go now.
Glen: Think we’ll see Grandma Dora any time soon?
Tommy: Nope! It’s me who’s the ghost now!
Greg: HAHA THAT’S HILARIOUS!
Peter: Catch me!
Samantha: Of course, my sweet!
I must say, of all the couples I thought would get the Evil trait, I did not expect it to be Peter and Samantha Ottomas.
Peter: Aw, that’s so sweet. Anyway, I’m gonna mug my daughter again.
Sharla: Try it and I will jam this paintbrush up your nose.
Tommy and Glen brought Georgia and Garret Newson home from school.
Georgia: BLEUGH!
Sharla: Kid, I’ve got five siblings too, you don’t scare me.
Greg also brought Tina Traveller home and this is officially Too Many Children.
Garret: When I grow up, I’m gonna become an astronaut!
Glen: Oh cool! If you meet aliens, can you ask them how I ended up with alien eyes?
Homework party.
Greg: Mom! You’re home! +2000
Samantha: Ew, human contact. -250
Glen: Maybe I should become an astronaut too.
Peter: Baby goes in bassinet!
Nerds.
Glen: A healthy interest in plumbing always comes in handy.
Samantha: A healthy interest in how to change fuses would be even more useful.
Introducing: The Amazing Floating Baby!
Peter: Baby goes in fridge.
BABY DOES NOT GO IN FRIDGE.
Peter: With the rest of the leftovers.
NO.
Aww, that’s sweet.
In fact, for an Evil Sim, Peter does enjoy spending time with his children and not robbing them. I suppose it helps that he can’t actually mug the younger ones.
Peter: And now for some more adult bonding.
Samantha: I know what bits I want bonding!
Probably not a good idea to spy on the other residents of Veronaville.
Sharla: Eh, my dad could use a new victim.
Like Vivian Cho perhaps?
Peter: I’m not stupid enough to mess with the cops.
Sharla: DAD!
Peter: It’s all right sweetie, it not a real robbery, it goes straight back in the household funds. Now if you were to get robbed for real, it’d go like this-
Peter: -And that’s how you find the radius.
The return of The Amazing Floating Baby!
Samantha: It stinks, I’m putting it back in the fridge.
Samantha: Just kidding. You’re too cute for that!
Samantha: With our genetics, you’d better enjoy it while it lasts.
I decided to let Sharla do a little shopping at J’Adore Bakery, mostly to check Gilbert still owned it.
Gilbert: This would probably be easier if I took my mittens off.
She wanted a swim, so I sent her to the gym where the want immediately rolled away in favour of soaking in the hot tub.
Sharla: I’m never going home again.
Game doesn’t work like that, sorry.
Tiny cute Glen spam.
And then it’s time for Stacey’s birthday!
Samantha: Actually I’m just gonna give this to Sharla.
Not too horrifying!
The shock of growing up made her immediately shit herself, so Sharla whisked her upstairs for a bath.
Stacey: Story now.
Sharla: You are aware I’m not your mom, right?
Time for an actual adult to take over.
Tiny cute Stacey spam.
You could look a little more excited about successfully potty training her.
Peter: It’s the sixth one I’ve trained. It’s just not that exciting any more.
Me running to tell my housemate about this: OK, so my Sim just brought another Sim home from school, but I guess I threw out her shirt during my Big CC Clearout...
Housemate: She’s topless, isn’t she?
Me: ...You’re not entirely wrong!
Gardener: *snips Gabriella in half*
What’s Tommy done to piss everyone off?
Glen: Interrupted cute hug time with his stupid birthday.
That’s right, it’s time for Tommy to grow up!
Tommy: I’m all grown up!
And making awful fashion choices!
Samantha: I guess we’d better get that elementary school homework out of the way.
So here’s teen Tommy. I let him keep a tropical shirt, but the camo trousers had to go.
Tommy: I would like money.
Tommy: I am willing to do anything to get it.
He doesn’t have any alien summoning perks, but I guess it can’t hurt (much) to try.
Tessa: So... has your brother seen this movie? Does he know exactly what’s going to happen to him if aliens do take him?
Forgot I had this thing. And by the time I remembered, Dora’s tomatoes had all died, oops.
Sharla brought Buck Grunt home from school.
Look, I just really like the hugs.
Stacey: HUG ME, DAMMIT.
Should you be doing that? I don’t think you should be doing that.
Glen: Right, like becoming a Plantsim would be the weirdest thing that’s happened to my genetics.
Oh, now Tommy’s a teen, his parental robbery immunity has worn off.
Peter: A flat screen TV. Right there.
Time for Stacey’s birthday again.
Stacey: Fingers!
Samantha: Wanna roleplay? I’ll be the teacher and you can be the hot college student who needs better grades.
Peter: Heck yes.
I can’t even kinkshame you because that’s canon gameplay.
Samantha: Time for your biology finals!
Peter: A+ or will you be satisfied with the D?
Yuck.
Let’s go look at some slightly more wholesome romance!
First kiss!
Oh, hi Dora!
Dora: I’d like to make a complaint about-
Sorry, can’t stop, Sharla’s going on a date.
Buck: I love a girl who can dislocate her entire arm to give me a backrub.
I hit Pause just as lightning struck and spent several seconds frantically spinning the camera until I realised what had happened.
Panic over.
Sharla: Can we get some food over here?
Whoops, seems like there’s no server assigned, so no.
There were random bowls of food on the top table though, so when the date ended, Sharla grabbed a bowl of chili and started chatting nukes with Jason Greenman.
Sharla: I just feel so much better now the man banned from MySpace now no longer has access to nuclear weapons as well.
Dora: YOU SOLD MY BED!
Sure did! It was clogging up the living room and there’s seven people in this house.
You’re not gonna find aliens like that.
Tommy: That’s fine, I changed my mind anyway.
Glen: He’s still here?
Greg: He’s still here.
Buck: I’m still here.
I don’t appear to have posted any pictures of madeover Stacey, so here she is in all her cute pink outerwear, skipping.
Nanny: Is that cake!? For breakfast!?
Yep, there’s been so many birthdays in the house, the only meal anyone cooked was for the (unpictured) headmaster visit.
Nanny: I must remedy this at once.
Decided to send the kids out to play.
Sharla: Sounds good to me!
These two nerds decided that meant playing chess.
Stacey: Wait, how am I supposed to do this without a ceiling to do the ceiling chess on?
Meanwhile, Glen plunders the community garden.
Sharla: And that’s how you stop Dad pickpocketing you.
Just hanging around.
Back home, I forgot to check Samantha’s aspiration and burned her brain out.
Samantha: How do word now?
Sharla: A little eggplant juice should fix that.
Samantha: I can feel my neurons knitting back together.
The entire household has been randomly rolling wants to chat with David all week, so I invited him over to hang out.
Samantha: Also here’s ten grand for after you graduate.
David: Oh wow, thanks!
David: So what are you kids into these days, toy planes?
Stacey: Don’t patronise us, we’re armed with darts.
Meanwhile, I decided to treat Peter and Samantha to a date at Londoste.
Peter: Classy place.
Peter: Let’s lower the tone.
Again? Really?
Samantha: Grinding ain’t gonna put another baby in me.
No please no more children, there isn’t space!
Plus you might wanna take better care of the ones you already have.
Glen: I’M GONNA JUMP IN THE CANAL!
DO NOT JUMP IN THE CANAL.
Glen: I like these bugs much better.
And the week ends with an ominous phone call.
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Soundtrack To A Rom Com Surprise
Requested over discord by Honey Kisses: Richie x reader ? And suprise me- you never fail at doing that 😉
Pairing: Richie Tozier x reader
Warnings: Swearing, singing, wine (that isn’t drank), after IT 2 events- so no spoilers
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Note: Based off of The Late Late Show with James Corden, don’t know if this was needed but to me- I thought it was a good idea I guess, but surprise! It’s not what you thought it was.
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‘Richie. I need you to do this. Please, I beg of you. It’s just one simple show, one simple favor, p l e a s e.’
The text had been spamming his phone. Once. Twice. Three times, over and over again. Y/n, his girlfriend, was a singer and actress. Kind of funny since he was a comedian, but still. She did a show every once in a while where she would have a special guest sing with her. The songs were in a routine, one song after another in a special order.
‘fine. can’t promise i’ll b pretty.’
‘Rich-’
‘Sorry, I meant that I can’t promise my voice’ll be pretty.’
‘That’s better. Thank you babe, also I’ll be over with pizza in about 10 minutes.’
He loved her, ever so much. So this show, he guess he owed to her.
. . .
“Welcome everybody to the late late show, for all of you kiddos, thank your parents for letting you stay up to see this, for all of you non kiddos...thank yourselves I guess?” Laughter rang in the audience. Y/n was opening the show, Richie was running to the stage in his costume. “Anyways, hope y’all enjoy the show! We’ve got 10 songs, 9 sets, 1 take and 0 pressure. This, is Richie Tozier, in a Soundtrack to a Rom Com!”
the crowd cheered as Y/n ran to the stage, she grabbed her phone and an empty coffee cup. The music started playing.
“Where have all the good men gone? And where are all the gods? Where's the streetwise Hercules to fight the rising odds? Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed? Late at night I toss and I turn, And I dream of what I need... I need a hero! I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night! And-”
She bumped into him when he exited out of the elevator. He took a deep breath and looked up into her eyes for reassurance. Of course he told her before the show of his nervousness, so he was gonna need some sign. And a sign he received, a small nod and an, “Oh, heh...I’m sorry!”
“Just one look. And I fell so hard, hard, hard! In love, with you! Oh, oh!” They walked backwards into the elevator and kept eye contact. When Richie finished singing, both he and Y/n faced the camera with semi-wide smiles.
“Can’t keep my hands to myself.” The elevator doors closed as Y/n pressed a rough kiss to Richie’s lips and threw her arms around his neck. While the doors were closed she tore some of his outfit off and messed up his hair and glasses. She did the same to herself before the door opened, “I mean I could, but why would I want to?” The doors closed again and another kiss was shared. They fixed up their clothes a bit and prepared to grab an item to walk out with.
Y/n skipped off to the next set, which was a park with a night setting. “Ohhh, kiss me, beneath the milky twilight!” Her hands touched his shoulders, triggering a smile to find it’s way onto his face. She twirled and held out her hands as if it was raining. “Lead me, out on the moonlit floor. Lift your open hands,”
Richie’s cue to grab and open the umbrella came and he started to sing along with his lover, “Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance. Silvermoon’s sparkling!” Y/n kissed and then booped his nose with a wide smile. He returned it, adding in a wink. “So kiss me”
They both ran the next set. A bathroom and some toothbrushes waited for them, and secretly, a prop phone. The cheers in the audience grew louder when he took off his jacket and Y/n put on a bathrobe. Richie, feeling strength and confidence for the first time in the show, started singing loud and proud.
“No I won’t hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait I’m sure.”
Y/n put the toothbrush in her mouth and rested her arm on Richie’s shoulder while she sang, it coming out as mumbled words. The crowd laughed and Richie’s smile grew larger. She spat out the water from her mouth into the sink and sang with Richie, “I’m yours!”
She put her hand on the prop phone and lifted it up, meeting his eyes with wide ones. “Oh baby you. You got what I need, but you say-”
“She’s just a friend!”
“You say!” Y/n threw the phone into the toilet and ran to the next set with a believable sadness in her voice.
“She’s just a friend!”
Dressed in the bathrobe still, Y/n messed up her hair a bit, grabbed a glass of wine and started acting tipsy. “When I was young, I never needed anyone,” Her hand that held the glass moved sideways, allowing the wine to spill onto the floor and the crowd to giggle. “No need for makin’ love. Was just for fun, those days are gone.”
She put the glass to her lips and made a face like she realized there was no wine left. The drums sounded and her limbs moved to imitate it. “All by myself!” Y/n ran a hand through her hair as the crowd cheered, “Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore!”
A prop, which was a fake photo of her and Richie, was picked up then thrown to the ground as Richie’s cue to enter after she ran offset. He opened the curtains to the fake window and stepped in, “All by myself! Don’t wanna be all by myself,” The comedian bent down and picked up the photo. “Anymore.”
Attention was turned to Y/n’s new set. A fake taxi with her in the back wearing a trench coat and sunglasses. “’Cause I’m leavin’, on a jet plane.” She got out of the prop and walked over to the airport set, “Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go.” Her head turned to the entrance of the set while she passed the fake ticket to the man behind the counter. Y/n shook her head and ran off to the “boarding area” in a hurry.
The next set was Richie in a house sitting under a blanket with noodles hanging out of his mouth. His eyes snapped open and he let the noodles fall into the food box, “When I wake up. Well I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.” He threw the blanket off and scrambled to get up. “And when I go out,” he left the set in a similar hurry to Y/n’s exit.
Richie ran over to the taxi set and continued his song. “Yeah I know I’m gonna be, I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you.” Rich jumped out of the taxi and raced to the airport with his set of fake tickets. “But I would walk 500 miles and I would walk 500 more, just to be the man who walked 1000 miles,” finally he was in the plane set. The lights turned up a bit and Richie kneeled in front of Y/n, who acted surprised and took off her sunglasses. “To fall down at your door...”
The final song. It was time for the final show, and they were both ready, ready to sing their hearts out and ready to go home, throw their shoes at the ground and eat leftovers while cuddling to a scary movie. ‘Break a leg Richie.’ He was ready to finish and make Y/n proud. Also to earn a kiss, but that was off topic.
“I’m so in love with you, whatever you wanna do, is alright with me.” She joined in after he stopped singing, “Cause you make me feel so brand new. I wanna spend, my life with you. Oh baby,”
They grabbed each other’s hands and spun to the center of the stage. Their voices danced with each others in genuine romance. “Let’s, let’s stay together!” “Together!” “Loving you whether,” “Whether!” “Times are good or bad, happy or sad!” Y/n stopped singing and pointed at Richie while looking at the camera, “Richie Tozier everybody!”
She dropped to her knee and grinned at Richie. “Wait wait wait, before you guys keep cheering, I have something to ask you Rich. I know it’s usually the guy, but let’s just agree that I’m more manly than you.” She paused for the audience and Richie’s laughter. “Anyways, we’ve been together for a while now, your friends have said they approve... I really do wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Will you, Richard ‘Trashmouth’ Tozier, marry me?”
The crowd screamed with cheers and wolf whistles. He nodded quickly and helped Y/n up. He pressed a sweet kiss to his fiancé’s lips and smiled at her expression when he pulled away. “Not so manly now, are we? Well this was a Soundtrack To a Rom Com with a surprise everybody!”
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